#or at least make it so they can only be shot in secluded areas

[dyymi]

my neighbors are starting to annoy me

[stars-interlude]

biker bf scara w fem reader who goes all soft n submissive — after work hours of reader, he goes to pick her up n surprises her to a secluded area where he fucks her to da brim !!! public sex yippie!!

- 🪭

Biker boy!

A/N: added a little bit of spanking heh and i went for more of a book girl x bike boy vibe i hope that’s okay 😓

Working at your bookstore was always fun but it could be really tiring at times too. Something that always brightened your day was when your boyfriend Scaramouche visited you. It was a hot day and you were sitting on a stool behind the checkout station, with not only the AC being on but as well as a fan blowing on you. The bell of the door jingled and it was no other than your boyfriend “hey baby” he kissed your cheek before he started speaking again “how’s everything going?” he asks you the same thing almost every time he comes in “just the same old things,  but at least it’s friday so we can hangout later” he smiled at your words “well then i’ll come pick you up later then” Scara gave you one more quick peck on the lips before he left the store and rode away on his bike. As the hours passed and you stacked books on cases in your plaid brown pleated skirt and a short white t-shirt, you wondered where Scara would take you. When it was finally time for closing you walked out locking the door to see Scara waiting for you sitting on his bike. You walked over to him and got on grabbing onto his waist like you’d usually do when you ride with him “no hello woww” Scara complained “well you said we have to go somewhere so no time to waste” as you two rode you realized that the he was taking you to was a bar that you guys go often to on your friday nights. When you finally made it there instead of going through the door Scara takes your hand and he pulls you into an alley behind the bar instead “Where are we going?” you asked worried he pulled you close and whispered “cmon let’s have a little fun, let’s fuck right here behind the bar what do you think hm?” you could feel Scara’s breath on your neck “Really, Scaramouche here?” you glanced around to make sure no one was watching “Why not?” he wrapped his hands around your hips and pulled you closer so your bodies were right against each other and you could feel his cock straining against his cargo pants “Why? Cause someone might hear us” he laughed “not if you stay quiet we won’t get caught” he flipped you around so your hands were on the wall and he flipped up your skirt and quickly pulled down your panties “your dripping i thought you didn’t want to do this, naughty girl and i thought you were all innocent” he said this before he let a hard spank to your ass. You then let out a loud whimper “Scaraa pleasee”  he chuckled “what are you asking for so loudly use your words like a good girl”  he rubbed the spot he just smacked soothing the pain “fuck me.. please “ you confessed to him “There we go, good girl”  Scara pulled his cock out and placed it at your entrance before he trusted into you. He let out a low groan “fuckk so tight baby”  Scara picked up the pace of his thrusts and he started to rub your clit in quick circles. You let out a loud moan “you don’t them to hear us” with how fast he was going you could feel close to your climax “ngh Scaraa ‘m gonna cum” you squealed out not to long after you gushed all over your boyfriend’s cock “oh god [name] gonna fill this pussy up” a few more thrusts and he shot strings of white cum inside your pretty cunt “soo good for me, lets go back to my place and have some more fun. what do ya think?

A/N: YALL I DIDN’T KNOW THAT THIS WOULD BE SO LONG I WROTE THIS ON MY COMPUTER SO IT DIDN’T LOOK THAT LONG TILL I WENT ON MY PHONE HELP anywhoo i hope you (🪭 anonie) liked this idk even know what came over me ngl

[katsuthelittlekitten]

In war and love

Summary : Daemon comes back from war injured and you are here for him.

You were reading a book In front of your chambers fireplace when you heard sound coming from outside yours and Daemon shared room. It wasn't usual because you were in a private and secluded place of the castle that only your husband and yourself were allowed to come to. Considering the fact that for a good month now Daemon departed for war, a frown appeared on your features and you decided to go see what it was.

When you opened the large door of the chamber, you found yourself face to face with your personal maid Mina, that looked quite erratic. The poor girl seemed panicked and you started to be worried to as she spoke in a hurry to you.

Oh you majesty thanks the lord you are awake! It's the prince~ He is back and...injured. We tried to take care of his wounds but he doesn't allows any of us close to him. I deplore to say that I'm quite desperate your Highness.

Your eyes went wide at her words, understanding that your husband was finally back in the castle and to your inner turmoil injured. You knew Daemon like you knew your own self, he wasn't the type to show weakness and allow others to see himself in a compromising position. Being injured and weak was one of them and you knew that apart from yourself, their was no one else he would allow near him in this situation.

Knowing that, you pushed away your frustration for not being informed right away of his arrival and just asked the young women where your dear husband was.

You weren't surprised at all to hear he still was in his dragon company in the lower part of the castle. After all, Daemon just loved this place and his dragon. So without further a do, you hurried to get to his side, your mind getting a bit overwhelmed with different scenarios possible.

Soon enough, you found yourself standing in front of the huge entrance of Caraxes home. A long breath escaped your lips as you prepare yourself to see Daemon after a week apart. You honestly never could pinpoint the reason but it always was a sources or stress and anxiety to see him after he went to battle...especially now that he came back injured. What if he was in a terrible condition, what if his injury were not something you could help him with this time...

You found yourself shot out of your wandering mind as Mina joined your side again and stood besise of you shyly.

Your highness, do you require anything from me before you get to his majesty?

Your eyes locked on your maid and you shook your head in a negative manner. You'll take care of Daemon by yourself you tought.

No I will be fine, the rest of the staff and yourself can retire for the night. You said with a serious but none the less gentle voice to the girl, before looking back at the large door in front of you.

As you wish your majesty, have a good night.

Your maid told you before retiring like you asked. Leaving you finally at peace to attend to your husband.

With a bit of hesitation, you opened the large door and came into the gigantic underground rocked cave that served as a home for your husband's dragon. Rapidly, as you scanned the area, your eyes saw Daemon's figure from afar, standing asside of Caraxes large scaly head to pet him. The only sight of it that was quite adorable you'll have to admit, brought a smile to your lips instantly and a chuckle to leave your mouth.

You slowly walked to the both of them after that, feeling your breathing escalating slowly. Your worry and love for your prince were making your poor heart all bothered, that even if apparently Daemon hadn't realized you were there yet. In fact, It wasn't until Caraxes let an happy growl out because of the sight of you, that your husband finally realised your presence close behind him.

Well at least there is one of you both that came home without any scratches. You said with your gentle and sweet voice that let your nervousness shows a bit.

Daemon turned to look at you when you spoke up, his deep gaze finding yours in a mere second.

He immediately smiled at the sight of you, standing there looking so devine. He missed you so much when he was gone and as he look at you, your husband could sware you looked even more perfect that you did before his departure. The Rogue prince heart was beating hard in his chest, his desire and need to get closer to you only growing stronger by the seconds. Daemon just couldn't wait any longer, so he moved quickly in front of you and took hold of your face. Then, with a deep and passionate devotion, he kissed your lips deeply.

The sudden contact made you moan and whimper, wanting so much more of him. His touch felt like heaven and his strong arms securely placed around your waist made you feel safe like only him could. For a moment, your mind went blank and you only had the feeling of his lips against yours and his presence close to you that matter.

Then, after a while of getting used to each other again, you both parted and only stayed in each other's embraced for a moment. Daemon caressed your cheek delicately, treating you like the most precious thing in the world and then spoke up.

My perfect wife...how I missed you.

A smile shined on your lips at this and you delicately started playing with strands of his long white hair that you loved so much.

I missed you to Daemon...you know it's difficult for me when your gone. You told him gently before your mind finally got lucid enough again to remind you why you were down here in the first place. You took a rushed intake of breath, realizing Daemon might actually be in pain, then you backed away a little from your man to take a better look at him. Your eyes scanned every single part of his strong and perfect body before they fell on his left arm and stop net.

Oh my God...

You whispered before placing your hand to each side of his wound. It was really bloody and he apparently had a long and quite deep cut starting at his shoulder and stopping a bit higher that his mid arm. It looked really painful and your eyes went immediately to his, feeling terribly bad.

Daemon for heaven sake why didn't you let the maids attend to this!! That's a serious injury.

You said with a shaky breath filled with sudden panic and worry.

Your husband that didn't seemed affected at all by his injury chuckled at your words and tries to get you to calm down. He took your face between his hand and looked deeply into your eyes.

It's nothing my love don't worry, my body have seen much worse. Beside I don't want anybody but you to touch me.

His pretty eyes and his deep and attractive voice calmed your nerves a bit. You felt frustrated by how fucking stubborn your husband was sometimes, he apparently thought it was a funny matter and wasnt taking it seriously at all.

Nothing! Daemon your going to bleed out if you do nothing about it, God your such a stubborn asshole sometimes. Thanks the gods for gifting me patience!~

You said with a serious and quite apparent anger, before taking your husband dagger that he kept on his belt and ripping off a large piece of black tissues of your dress. After doing that, you roughly tear apart the sleeve of his tunic and pressed the tissue you took from your dress to his wound to get the blood off of it.

While you were doing that, Daemon just looked at you with a smirk and a loving expression. Even if he knew very well it wasn't a situation that was supposed to be funny, he couldn't keep his amusement away from his feature.

You looked so sexy and entrancing when angry, he just loved this fire within you so much. You were so different from any other women. One second you could be delicate and soft and the next, rough and violent when something was making you mad. Daemon just felt like you fitted perfectly together. You were a delicate flower but you had really dangerous thorn that even him felt proud of.

As you carried on with your task, you didn't realised that your husband had gotten his lips closer to your ear. So when Daemon actually bite your lob and whispered something seductively to you, your body immediately trembled with surprise and desire.

You look so terribly attractive when you are mad my love...

Your cheeks redden immediately as he spoke those praises to you. You felt so silly to react like this when you were supposed to be mad at him. Why did he has to be so perfect, it was a torture in itself. Especially since you were separated from each other the past month, but anyway.

With all the might and control you had, you keep your cool and stayed focused on the bleeding, your eyes meeting his for a mere second.

Daemon, this is nighter the moment or the place for this darling.

You told him with the ghost of a smirk lingering on your lips and a little twinkle of desire that you just couldn't hide from him.

The Rogue prince at your words and apparent desire just chuckled and kissed the nape of your neck delicately.

Fine...I'll try to wait until you finish with this if that's what you desire my love.

Daemon purred against your neck before letting his lips leave your skin to smile at you.

You are such a child you know that?

You said softly to him while letting go of his wound to take his hand instead.

Come now, we need to get to our chamber. This wound of yours need to get stitches.

Yes mam. Daemon said obediently with an attractive smirk lingering on his lips.

Your only answer to his words was a cute chuckled and a smile before you dragged him out of the underground caves. You both walked your way through the different hidden passages that lead to your quarters. Daemon staying behind you, his eyes staying on your perfect figure. He honestly felt happy to be back to you and couldn't keep himself from thinking that you were perfect.

Soon enough, you reached your chambers and delicately entered before closing the door behind you both.

Daemon seemed to look around when you arrived. Just like if things would have change during the time he wasn't home or maybe was it because he missed being here. You couldn't say. However, you did remembered you had to take care of him so your mind when back to your task.

You flashed your husband a cute smiled then, before asking him sweetly to go sit on the bed while you get the things you'll need to stitch his wound.

The Targaryen prince, didn't even wait a second before executing himself and getting settled on the bed.

As he sat down, you immediately left his side to get what you needed.

During this time, Daemon was still looking at the room with an happy smile on his lips. It felt good to be back to the castle and back to you. He loves the war but sometimes being away from you was becoming a torture that he wasn't quite liking. Anyhow, as he observed the surrounding with a warm expression on his feature, his purple eyes moved to look aside of him to your side of the bed. To his surprise, he found the bed untouched, just like if nobody had slept on it tonight. Daemons eyebrows furrowed at this and he wondered why you weren't sleeping at this hours of the night. He was slowly starting to think about getting up to fetch you

but then you emerged back from the bathroom to come back to his side.

How did you know I was back my love, did the maids woke you up?

Your husband asked you with a gentle voice that only you got to hear. He seemed concerned suddenly and you wondered why. Your eyes found his as you sat aside of him on the bed, laying all the things you went to get. Then, you asked him to turn a bit so you'd be able to stitch his wound. While he obeyed in silence, you answered his question with a warm voice.

No they didn't, I wasn't sleeping actually.

Your husband turned his head to look back at you seemingly more curious and worried.

Why is that? It's nearly 4 in the morning if I'm not mistaken...you should have been sleeping at this hours my sweet.

As Daemon spoke his last words, you understood why he seemed worried. After all you did stayed up quite late and this, because you just couldn't sleep without him. The past month have been a nightmare for you honestly. You barely manage to get an hour or two of sleep each night and that only when you slept on his side of the bed with his pillow that smelled like him.

His perfect eyes were looking at you scrutinizingly and you felt yourself getting flustered suddenly. It was special to have Daemon caring about you, after all he was ruthless and terrifying for most people and you felt special to be the only one exception to this rule.

You gently started to dab at his wound with a cotton covered with alcohol. The action didn't even caused your husband to react or flinch. As you observe his feature for any trace of pain or else from your actions, you spoke up to him again.

I know...but I wasn't I'm sorry to disappoint you my dear husband.

Daemon eyes seemed to show love and care toward you as you speak. He honestly just wanted to know why you weren't sleeping and he made sure that you understood he needed an answer this time. His hand went to your chin and he brought your face softly up to look at him again. Your hands at this stopped moving and your attention immediately got taken away from him.

Why.

A shaky breath left your lips at the sudden tension that you felt between the both of you. He could be such a pain in the ass sometimes. It was making you mad that you were to tell him how desperate you were without him. Nonetheless, you knew he wouldn't stop asking if you didn't answered his question. Your husband wasn't the most patient of man, so you just answered.

Because I can't sleep without you Daemon! Is it what you wanted to hear, your happy now?!

You literally shout out at him before looking away back to his wound. You desperately tried to look everywhere but at him, the feeling of guilt within you getting stronger by the second because of how arsh you sounded. You regretted it the second it came out of your lips.

Your husband on his side, stayed dumbfounded looking at you with a blank expression. He defenetly didn't expected you to talk to him like that. You were for sure the only person in the world that he would leave alive after being that disrespectful toward him. Luckily for you however, daemons worry for you was stronger than his masculine urges to have you obedient and perfect for him. Therefore, instead of being pissed at you for yelling at him, he just took it on him to observe you better. Now that he could look at you clearly with the lighting of the room, the Targaryen prince could clearly saw how tired you seemed to be.

Oh my love...you look so terribly pale, I'm just worried about your well-being. How much sleep did you have this past month darling...honestly.

You were expecting anything but this reaction from your husband really. His voice sounded so soft and sweet, it made you feel even worse. After minutes of looking away, you finally allowed yourself you look into his eyes again before speaking up to him.

I'm sorry...I shouldn't have yelled. I don't have a lot of patience recently. To be quite honest...I don't really know how much sleep I got while you were gone. Maybe two hours a day or less.

You finally confessed to him before letting a soft breath out of your mouth. You kept looking into his deep violet eyes this time and you clearly saw his worry and slight panic when you said that. You immediately tried to recomfort him, to tell him you were fine even if it wasn't quite true. One of your hand came to his face and you just caressed it softly.

Daemon I'm ok, don't worry my love. I knew you would be away for war a lot when we got married. It's something I consented to and it's more meaningful than my sleep by far.

Unbelief cross on Daemon's face at your words. He couldn't believe that. Nothing was more important than your well-being for him and he felt bad that you didn't think the same.

My Beloved wife...there is nothing in the whole world that is more important than you to me. Daemon said as he gently started to caress your cheek with his fingers. It felt really good and without noticing, you leaned closer to his touch. You missed that. Those intimate moments that you both had and the delicate and loving way he used to touch you.

A pretty smile revealed itself on your lips as both your eyes met. Your heart beat harder in your chest from that simple touch of his. It truly mattered to you that he cared even if you told him not to. You knew it was Daemons way of telling you "I love you".

For a slight second, your eyes shifted to his lips. You felt like kissing them quite badly right now. A shaky breath left you as your thoughts lost the battle against your desire. Your body on its own, guided by your need for his, shifted on his lap and soon enough, your lips found his in a passionate embrace.

A sweet moan left your lips as you both kissed, Daemon not waiting a second before kissing you back and placing his arms around your waist securely. For a moment you forgot everything and just basked into him and the feeling of being close to him like this again. It felt so addictive and your body responded to it was if they had craved it for months. In a reflex, your fingers intertwined themselves into Daemon's long white hair and started playing with them gently. After a little moment, your lips parted from each other and you let your head fall on his. A moment of silence followed then and words your husband wasn't saying but showing to you stayed in the air peacefully.

I know, I love you too Daemon. My perfect dragon prince. You told him sweetly with all the love you felt for him showing in your eyes. A hand came to his cheek and you gently started caressing it, before speaking up again.

I know you worry about me darling but I promise that I'll be fine now that you are back. I just need to finish stitching your wound up and we will go to sleep.

Daemons seemed to think about that for a moment, then he finally gave up on arguing and just nod. He wasn't liking the fact you needed to waist time on your sleep that you already visibly lacked to help him out. Yet, Daemon knew he wouldn't be able to manage his wound alone so consequently, he just stayed there looking at you with a guilty like expression. Before you started again to attend to his injury, the rogue prince gently kissed your forehead and smiled to you.

Fine but don't even think about getting out of bed tomorrow because their is no way I will let it happen.

A chuckled left your lips at his words, knowing very well that he was absolutely serious about this.

Oh don't worry, I won't even more a muscle now that I have you back I'll make sure to take everything I can.

You said playfully, yet quite truthfully.

With an affectionate smile mirroring his, you started back to get his wound disinfected after speaking. It took you mare minutes after you got to work before finishing this step and getting to the stitching part. You had to say you were a bit worried for him knowing it would hurt quite a lot.

Nonetheless, you knew it was something that needed to be done so you just prepared the needle and the thread before your eyes went up to Daemons with the apparent worry that showed in them.

Are you ready my love? You asked him sweetly while laying a gentle kiss to his temple.

Daemon smiled at you apparently touched by your concern for him, then he just nodded at your words confidently.

Yes, don't worry for me it's really not the first time darling.

His words sounded confident and they got you a bit more appeased that you were seconds ago. Considering that you had his go now, you got to work and started to plunged the needle into his skin and stitch the wound. You tried to hurry up the best you could, even if when you looked at daemons expression while you work, he didn't seemed affected by pain at all. It was more for you than for him you thought but Anyway. After a good fifteen minute of hard work, you were done and your husbands arms finally stopped bleeding. You observed your work with pride and then smiled brightly to you man that seemed happy to be done with that.

There, I'm done my prince, try not to fight anybody until it heals completely would you.

You said with a playful tone and a smirk on your lips as you gathered everything you used in a little basket and got it on the floor beside the bed.

Daemons hand came under your chin as you cheekily talked to him and he kissed your lips to shut you up. A giggled left you during the kiss and you layed your hand on his strong chest. A cute little whimper got out of your lips when he let go and you feign a pout as he stood up from the bed and chuckled your way.

Don't be mad at me wife, I'm simply going to clean myself up a bit before we get to sleep. You'll get plenty of kissed afterward I promise. Your husband said before disappearing in the bathroom with a soft smile, leaving you sat on the bed, blushing like a shy maiden.

Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of sleeping with him after all this time. To say you were excited was an understatement but you gathered yourself and hurried up to get ready for bed. It was nearly morning already but you couldn't care less, you needed sleep quite desperately and their was absolutely nothing that would get you out of bed before the day after.

As you stripped yourself from your gown and undid your hair, You felt the delicate and warm heat of the fire touching your skin. It felt good and you couldn't keep yourself from smiling brightly while getting dressed into your nightgown this time. Surprisingly, when you got back to bed and slide under the huge covers, Daemon wasn't there yet. You layed your head on your pillow then, waiting for him as your long white hair framed your pretty face.

You didn't had to wait very long before you saw your husband walking out of the bathroom in only his undergarment. His hair was undone and cascading down his back like an incessant river, his chest built up to perfection like gods and Celeste. You didn't even realised that you had stopped breathing for a instant as your eyes followed him walking to you. Daemons had a smirk on his lips like usual, his cocky and self assured self couldn't resist showing delight at your apparent attractiveness toward his appearance. He just knew too well the effect he had on you and to say he enjoyed it was an euphemism.

When he reached the bed and joined you under the covers, your heart stuttered then you blushed. It felt weird to have him back and there just aside of you. A good weird of course but still.

Daemon's eyes looked at you for a moment as you lay beside him, looking flawless and gorgeous. He couldn't believe you were his, it still was astounding even after all these years of being married. As he gently lay on the bed beside you, Daemon extended his arms to grip your waist and then hissed your body to his in a simple pull. Your body tensed up a bit at first, now that both of you were pressed against each other. Yet you rapidly got used to it and the breath you were holding in got out in a relief huff. It felt so good to be in his arms at last. The warmth of his skin finally back to keep yours hot enough during the time you slept. There was a happy smile that shined on your lips as you gently kissed your husband's chest and closed your eyes. The heaviness of sleep was getting the best of you and since you were in security in his arms, there was nothing that could stop you from sleeping like a baby.

I love you Daemon and I missed you...I missed that.

Your husband that was waiting for you to be asleep to himself follow, was stroking your hair in a relaxing manner. As you spoke, he sweetly shushed you and kissed your forehead.

I know my love, I missed it too... sleep now, you need it my darling wife.

His words said with so much love and affection, we're just what you needed to finally let go. You tried to get even closer to him with a little whine, then some minutes passed and you were finally gone in the dream world.

Daemon's eyes which never left your pretty face, shined with tenderness as he heard your steady breathing. You were asleep in his arms and he couldn't feel more at home. His eyes closed then, following you shortly to slumber. His head laid on top of yours and his arms stayed securely around you.

The prince has reunited with his princess, nothing would disturb them anymore. There was only sleep and love.

[violeteclipseboaty]

So I watched kingdom of the planet of the apes yesterday and I gotta say I really enjoyed it! It has its flaws but if there's a sequel I will definitely watch lmao I have to talk about Mae's character so SPOILERS:

There is still a lot of mystery surrounding her. I BOTH liked and disliked her character. I get that a lot of people hate what she did with the flood but at the same time there was A LOT going on in the scene, not excusing what she did, she needs some accountability for that. Prior to that scene she had told Noa that he would have to move fast; as in find his clan, so they can get out but proximus was already waiting for them (how tho? Unless I missed something) She was helping Noa, Soona, and Anaya, until proximus and his apes ruined it. Proximus somehow was already waiting out the doors, with Noa's mom, his apes, and got inside. He even threatened both Soona and Mae, putting poor Noa in the middle of it. Mae took action and shot the ape who held Soona hostage.

About the flood, she didn't want to do it because of the circumstances they're in at the moment, she even told noa she's sorry but she CAN'T let proximus have it. I agree with her on that part: those weapons do not need to be in the hands of someone like him. And hey now not even humans will be able to access them either lol Proximus is right about humans tho they're selfish and can't be trusted, Mae proved that. But I understand where she comes from or at least i think i do. She witnesses a hostile environment where humans are hunted or are referred as pests. Her group was killed and they were people she cared about. Then she meets proximus, who is not only killing humans but enslaving his own kind. I'm guessing she grew up in the bunker she goes at the end and was taught "bad apes" and whatnot. Her mission must've been the first opportunity she had to go outside i think? Living in a bunker secluded from the outside world does not seem fun lmao The observatory scene that happens with Noa? It mustve been the first time for her to witness the night sky up close. She's tough I'll give her that, she's the only one left in her group and is determined to finish her mission no matter what because she cares about humanity and it's understandable. I did not like that she tells Noa that where he lives was a place for humans not meant for apes. I mean sure it mustve been a place for humans at one point but she has yet to understand that the world won't go back to how it was and humanity can always rebuild somewhere else if they get the chance to leave the bunkers.

Another thing to point out; Mae cares about noa, raka, was friendly with Anaya and she even saved Soona. I really hope we get to see more of her backstory to understand her view on apes and human dominance. When she went to say goodbye to Noa, I don't think she thought of killing him but more of a precaution in case they end up fighting because of what she did and well why would she kill him in front of his clan? She wouldn't be able to finish her mission if the eagle clan jumps her for killing noa lmao Unless they were in a secluded area then it makes sense, but I could be wrong also. Raka and Noa were the first apes she encountered who were nice to her, that's why I think she'll have character development and be even more conflicted because "apes are bad" or so she thinks. What I think is that she'll change her mind, and maybe even guide humans and convince them that they can coexist with apes.

She's not evil, she had a soft spot for Raka and Noa but for now her mission comes first, she's conflicted at the end of the movie, but still determined at least for now. I can't wait to see more of her in the next movies!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

17. Commando- Leonidas

Minors DNI

-Leonidas didn’t know the allure of sundresses until he found out exactly why, when you surprised him for your date with him by wearing a sundress.

-It hugged your figure nicely, flaring out at the hips, creating a stunning image for him as he smiled softly, seeing how beautiful you looked for him.

-The two of you were just going on a walk as the weather was nice out, before the plan was to return to his home for lunch.

-He listened to you as you talked about the different things you saw on the way to his house, smiling softly, seeing you look so happy.

-He pulled out his lighter but dropped it and as he picked it up you went a few steps ahead, before turning, waiting for him. As he stood a rush of wind came by, catching the skirt of your sundress, making it fly up, revealing that you had nothing underneath.

-You were quick to press your skirt back down, your cheeks a bit red, but you were thankful nobody else was around while Leonidas looked near feral, glaring down at you, “How long have you been like that?”

-You gave a cheeky little grin, “Since I left my place!”

-He instantly had your arm in his hand, dragging you to a secluded area in the park, behind a wall that kept the park separate from the forest.

-You could still hear people, as you were now in a more populated area and you nearly yelped when Leonidas pushed you against the wall, face first before hiking your skirt up around your hips, exposing you to his greedy eyes.

-You knew this was going to be exciting, but you were planning on showing it to him once you were back at home- not out in public like this- or at least semi- public as you looked a bit frantic, “Leo wait this- ahh~~” your complaints quickly turned into a mewl of pleasure as he sunk two of his large fingers into you, finding you already wet.

-He sneered down at you, “Already this wet- you were planning this weren’t you- little whore!” Your back arched at his words, not being able to lie to him as he was digging into you, quickly abusing your g-spot, making your knees shake.

-Your mouth dropped open, and he chuckled darkly, “Careful now- there’s people around- we don’t want anyone to catch us while you look like this, do you?”

-The thrill of the idea of possible being caught, while it scared you, it also excited you, something Leonidas felt as you tightened around his fingers, and he smirked darkly.

-You felt his fingers pull out, a soft whimper leaving you before you heard a zip and you tried to turn, but one hand kept your head pinned against the wall while the other went to your hips, pulling you back, “Let’s see how long you can stay quiet~”

-The moment he sunk into you, your teeth clenched down tightly as your eyes crossed- he was always so big and never left you feeling unsatisfied as his other hand came down to your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you.

-Your hands lifted to the wall, holding yourself there as you were panting heavily, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he was relentless- almost to the point of being brutal, but you loved it rough- you loved being fucked like this- outside where someone might possibly see you in such a state.

-Seeing you fighting his actions, managing to keep yourself quiet, Leonidas took that as a challenge as his pace halted, only for a moment, as he lifted one of your legs up, hooking it around his hip, holding you up while that hand slipped to the apex between your legs, finding your clit and your head shot back, mouth falling open.

-He wasn’t playing fair as you were gasping, one hand coming to your mouth to keep yourself quiet while the other was against the wall, trying to keep yourself balanced.

-When you felt Leonidas going harder and harder, you felt your vision going white as he made you cum hard, soaking his hand as he emptied himself into you, holding you tightly against him as you let out a soft whimper, feeling him twitching and filling you.

-When he pulled out you gave a sharp whimper, one that was almost too loud, before he smirked, putting himself away and he scooped you up, making sure you were covered, “We’re going back- I’m not stopping until you’re screaming for me.”

-You felt your body shiver at the prospect of his promise. You knew it was a good idea to wear a sundress today!

[whumpshaped]

Beck is forced to work late by his boss and can't show up in time for Helle's feeding? -- @oliversrarebooks

what do u mean u dont just immediately walk out of the office at sundown so u can be in time for feeding ur vampire bf (gender neutral)

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, phobia exploitation (plus intrusive thoughts and all that, it's beck's germaphobia), choking, conditioning, manhandling, dehumanisation

"I really need to go," Beck tried again. "I need to get home for– for a thing. It's kind of important."

Christie waved him off. "It's just one more thing and then you can go. It'll only take a second."

"I can do it first thing tomorrow!"

"Yeah, you could, but I need it today. It's literally just a couple signatures. God, the printer is acting up... One second."

Beck glanced at the clock again, anxiously bouncing his leg. He was fiddling with his mask near constantly, waiting for the stupid printer to finally spit out that paper. It was ridiculous; they needed a new printer about yesterday... or two years ago. Christie kept insisting it was fine. It clearly wasn't fine now.

"Christie, please, I need to go."

"I thought you were over your fear of the dark," she shot back, and Beck tried to stay calm. His reason for fearing the dark was probably standing around his apartment complex by now, wondering where the hell he was and whether he'd run off. They were in fact probably thinking up new, innovative ways to indirectly punish him.

"I am. This isn't about– I just need to go, okay? I'm sorry. I'll come in early and sign it for you tomorrow." He left her office without another word, quickly grabbing his coat and bag.

"Hey!" Christie ran out after him. "You can't just walk out like that! Where do you think you are?"

"I'm sorry!" he repeated as he rushed towards the door. "It'll be signed and on your desk before you get here tomorrow! Have a good night!"

He sprinted down the stairs and towards the front door, pushing it open and continuing the dash to his car. He was almost there when someone grabbed him by the collar of his coat, dragging him back and into a darker, more secluded area on the other side of the building.

"Helle, please, I was going home! I was trying to get home! I was trying!" Beck could barely care about the fact that he dropped his bag on the middle of the sidewalk for any fortunate person to find, with his wallet and all of his papers in it. Fuck, Christie was going to see it, and she was going to see his car as well. Would she think he was a liar? "Please, not here, I just ran away from my boss– I told her it was important, she's gonna see the car, please–"

Helle slammed him against the wall. "You were late," they said simply, making quick work of the mask before Beck could've even protested. "So I came to pick you up. I was quite worried. 'Whatever could have happened to my darling Beck?' It was quite the nerve-racking experience."

"Please, give that back," he tried to snatch his mask from their hand, but the vampire held it up and away from him. "Please, please, I– I need that–"

"I need blood way more than you need this. And we are outside now, you can breathe in all this fresh air."

"Please!" he cried desperately, and Helle pinned him to the wall by the throat in response, cutting off his air altogether.

"Or not. There are other ways of ensuring one does not breathe in anything harmful," they cooed. "Why don't you take a moment and calm down, hm?"

His lungs were burning. He had already been out of breath from running, and at this point he was sure he was going to pass out. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears trickle down his face and onto Helle's hand that was still preventing him from drawing a breath.

And then they released him.

He fell to his knees immediately, coughing and sputtering. His throat ached terribly and his vision was still swimming, but at least he could breathe. His intrusive thoughts regarding the transmission of whatever deadly disease were momentarily overridden by his fear of immediate death, and he knew exactly what he was going to use his air for.

"I'm sorry," he croaked, triggering another coughing fit. "I'm s-sorry, I tried– I tried to get home, I'm sorry..."

"Get up, Beck."

"I j-just need a moment–"

"I do not have a moment."

He somehow pushed himself to his feet and leaned back against the wall, still breathing heavy. He resisted the urge to ask whether the vampire believed him, having gathered that they were not in the mood to listen to his blabbering.

"Do not be late again," they said, as if it was that simple.

"I–"

"Ah. Stop right there." They waited a moment, seemingly pleased with Beck closing his mouth and nervously biting the inside of his cheek instead. "I do not care for your excuses tonight. I will repeat this one last time: do not be late again."

Beck swallowed, the feeling of Helle's fingers closing around his throat still lingering. He knew what he was expected to say. It was just so hard when this entire situation had been out of his control, and he'd actually tried to be good. He had. And now Helle wasn't listening.

"Yes, Master," he said quietly, obediently tilting his head to the side.

"There you go. Good boy." They held up the simple cloth mask, and Beck's eyes followed the movement. He couldn't help shooting them a pleading look, suddenly all too aware of his exposed face. "You can have it back after I have had my fill. You need to learn to prioritise."

"Y-yes, Master," he repeated even more dejectedly.

~

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[murdrdocs]

any thought on Luke r? need him so badly …

this request is from halloween and the writing is too.

i think luke riordan really likes halloween. you could read into his obsession and say its because for once he gets to be a guy in a costume and not golden boy, number one hero at GodU, something along those lines. really, he just likes blowing money on drinks and partying until the sun came up with his close friends.

it's so easy to get him to do a couple's costume, too. doesn't matter the nature, but he's partial to ones that have you covered in blood and bruises, mostly because he never gets to see you like that, at least not for a prolonged period of time with your healing abilities and all.

but this year you go as a murder and a victim, which isn't an appropriate costume for supes to be wearing in light of ... recent homelander related events. but no harm no foul. but the fun part of halloween is the shit the two of you get up to when no one else is around.

it's like you hold out on each other until this one night. when you're both a little inebriated, maybe crossed enough to be relaxed by still able to stand on your own two feet, and you're stumbling to any secluded area. each year you turn into more and more of an exhibitionist, but you can only do so much in public before the threat of your reputations looms over your head.

so you usually end up back at one of yours, ripping cheap costumes off of each other's body, kissing until you can taste the remnants of liquor and weed on teeth and tongues. and then you fuck. like really fuck.

you're so obnoxiously loud when he gives you back shots, practically screaming as he wraps his hand around the base of your throat and presses you further into the mattress, somehow finding strength to fuck yourself back against him throughout it all. luke fucks you good, but you make sure to return the favor. you give him a run for his money when you fuck him until he's twitching against the bed, the veins of his neck popping as his mouth falls open without any sounds to slip past parted lips, just blue eyes blankly—helplessly—staring at the ceiling.

[theleetoalerandalertoalee]

I don’t have time to write my fic for today’s tickletober prompt *cries* but this is a plot that’s been on my mind for a while, so i wrote this instead to make up for it.

Wriothesley x Furina

Enjoy^^

“Well, well, well, what brings you to the underworld?”

“Aha~ just browsing around, of course.”

“Browsing around the abandoned production zone, then?”

“Well, it’s only natural for a visitor to be curious.”

“That’s where you’re out of line. See, we don’t get visitors, Miss Furina. And, frankly, the only reason why I can’t eject you into the sea to swim back to the surface is because of your relationship with Neuvillette.”

”My word, that’s no way to treat a guest.”

“People here don’t often get ‘guests’ or ‘visitors’, and if anything most people here probably aren’t too fond of you.

“Tut tut, and why is that?”

“Well, with you as their witness, you’ve casted them into this secluded palace…so, do you think they’d like you?”

“Ah…fair point…”

“Now,” Wriothesley pours himself a cup of tea, “I’m sure you’re wondering how you ended up in my office. After all, the last thing you remember is having your own private ‘tour’ of the abandoned production zone, no?”

“I was just waiting for you to share.”

“So you’re telling me that being tied down to a table isn’t common for you?”

“Wha-? Of course, not! Let this be known! This is an extremely cold and uncomfortable table-!”

“Relax, I’m joking. Anyway, I sent a little friend of mine to retrieve you. She had thought you got yourself lost,” he shakes his head with a small smile, “she was worried about your wellbeing, after all.”

“Who’s she?”

“Our head nurse, Sigewinne, she’s always watching the other prisoners as they work, so you must’ve caught her eye since it’s your first visit and you’re already in places you shouldn’t be.”

“Sigewinne…that’s a Melusine, yes?”

“Yes, she’s very special.”

“Oh, I remember now…it felt like I got shot.”

“Of course, I gave her a little tool for help.”

“Does Neuvillette know about this?”

“No- not yet, at least.”

“Hm, how curious. I thought you two were close.”

“Nobody is close to the Iudex, Focalors.”

“True.”

There’s a moment of silence as Wriothesley takes a sip from his teacup.

Furina clears her throat, “so, why am I restrained to this table?”

“Well, to show you that you can’t simply wander to restricted areas without my blessing- to say the least.”

“As the archon of Fontaine-”

“The Fortress of Meropide hardly counts as a part of Fontaine. We even use a different currency here. If Fonta wasn’t allowed in here, a newbie wouldn’t even make a connection with this place and the Overworld.”

“Hm…”

“So, if anything, at least down here, you should call me ‘Your Grace’,” Wriothesley smirks, taking a second sip from his cup.

“What-? Absolutely not!”

“Oh, why? Not used to being told ‘no’?”

“You- that’s irrelevant.”

“Maybe, but I’m making it relevant.”

“Hmph, you have no right to address me that way!”

“In the Overworld, maybe not, but here you’re going to have to recognize the shift in power, Furina.”

“Tsk, let this be known as my last visit down here, then!”

“Oh, no, what would we ever do without the loving gaze of Focalors? I can’t imagine a crueler fate, “Wriothesley’s voice was filled with sarcasm, “oh…wait, I actually think I can.”

Furina rolls her eyes, “do enlighten me, why don’t you?”

“Well, I think the imminent future of someone caught snooping around my palace…is much more daunting than that.”

“Aha~ um,” Furina’s carefree voice suddenly sounds a bit less so, “r-really?”

Wriothesley drags his fingertips up Furina’s thighs, starting at the top of her knees.

“Wah-?! What is the meaning of this?!”

“Oh, was I doing something? Pardon me,” Wriothesley drags his fingers back downwards.

“W-wait don’t do this!”

“Huh? Don’t tell me the hydro archon is already faltering. Besides, why shouldn’t I do this? You’re in my domain, after all.”

“This- this is unnecessary!”

“You’re under my jurisdiction, and I think it’s very necessary. Hm, what about right…here?”

Wriothesley squeezes Furina’s leg just above the knee and the archon lets out a screech.

“Ow, is it really that intense? It’d be a shame if I just went like this, hm?”

Wriothesley suddenly squeezes that spot over and over in quick succession.

“Wrioth- hahahahaha!! H-help! Hahahahaha!”

“Help? Aw, I’ll help you. Tell you what, I’ll go to this place instead, okay?”

Furina’s wide-eyed stare of horror relaxes, “aha...hahaha…th-thank you…”

He suddenly starts kneading her inner thighs.

“Nahahahaha!! Aaaah! Wait- hahahahaha! I can’t- hahahahahaha!”

“What’s wrong? I’m trying to help you, after all.”

“Hahahahaha! You-! Hahahahahaha!”

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any louder, wow.”

“P-please! Hahahahahahaha!!”

Wriothesley stops for a moment, “hold on,” he takes a sip of tea, “now. Where was I?”

He slowly walks towards Furina.

“Wait! Ah-haha- we can talk about this, Wriothesley?!”

“What would you like to talk about? Hurry~”

Furina feels fingers caressing her kneecaps, slowly inching behind them, “ah- ah! Wait- I’m sorry! I’ll never sneak down here again I- gah!”

Wriothesley suddenly swirls his fingertips on the backs of Furina’s knees, “no, no, don’t stop. I’m listening. Go right ahead.”

“I- hahahahaha! Aaah! Hahahahaha!!”

“Hm? What was that?”

Furina’s knees buckle and straighten as she tries to wiggle as much as she can in her restraints, “st-stop it! Hahahahaha! I can’t take it- hahahahahaha!”

“I say you can, so you will.”

“Nahahahaha! No please- hahahahaha!”

“This isn’t even that bad. If anything, I’m going easy on you, Miss Furina.”

“No more- hahahahaha! I’m sorry- aaah! I’m sorry!!”

“Heh, I’m sure you are.”

He pulls Furina’s shoes off, teasing at her toes from behind her socks. Furina screams and curls her toes up, trying to fend off the incoming onslaught.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll take off the socks.”

“Nohoho- hahahaha! That’s unfair- aah!”

Wriothesley attacks Furina’s thighs again, forcing her to bend her knee and arch her foot.

“I’ll admit that, yeah.”

The Duke uses this opportunity to take off the archon’s socks and Furina lets out a scream when she realizes what’s happened.

“No! Don’t! Stop! Please,” she was panicking.

“‘Don’t stop please’? If you say so, princess.”

Wriothesley suddenly goes at Furina’s soles with both hands.

“Waah!! Wrioth- hahahahahaha!! St- hahahahahaha!!”

The archon’s eyes were wide as they started to tear up, the Duke’s office walls verberated the sounds of the archon’s laughter.

“I’m just doing what you asked.”

“N- hahahahahaha! I- hahahahaha- didn’t- hahahahaha!!”

Furina couldn’t get any words out because her screams drowned out her own protests.

“You seem to be having a lot of fun.”

“I’m n- hahahahahahaha!!”

“It’s okay. Your secret is safe with me.”

Furina continues screaming, shaking her fists in her restraints, “stahahahahahap!”

The archon’s breath gets shallow as she struggles to breathe.

“Oh? Is this all you can take, really?”

“Please…” Furina’s laughs were wheezing as she pleaded, “I’m sorry…n-no more…”

Wriothesley smirks, backing off, “that’s better.”

The Duke unties Furina and calls Sigewinne to the scene.

“Sigewinne, can you come take Miss Furina? She seems to be a bit worn out.”

“Hm?” Sigewinne looks at Furina, “what happened?”

“Oh, nothing. The effects from your stun gun seem to linger more than what I anticipated.”

“Then…why are her socks removed?”

“Ah, we thought the coldness of the ground would shock her to her senses.”

“Interesting. Well, I’ll take it from here, Your Grace!”

“Thank you, Sigewinne.”

“Of course!”

Sigewinne carries Furina off and Wriothesley watches as the two leave his office.

“She’ll be back. But until then,” he refills his teacup, “I’ll be here, as always.”

[lush-lavenders]

✾Inside Job {2}✾

Steve Harrington x Russian!Reader

Summary: After spending more time with the group, you have to make the decision if you really can go through with this plan.

Request: No one requested it, but @actuallyade wanted to be tagged in the 2nd part, so here you go!

Author’s Note: I don't have much to say, just that I'm thinking of starting to write some one shots based on Wednesday, as I just watched the series the other day (I know I'm late to the party); also sorry for such the short posts

Word Count: 860

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Implications of Sex, Guns

Part 1 ♥

!I don’t own this gif!

That night in the kitchen changed everything. Not just for Steve, but for you as well.

You couldn’t say that you didn’t know how you ended up in his bed. It’s been almost two months, and this wasn’t the first time you found yourself spending the night.

You didn’t bother to grab your discarded clothes as you slipped out of the room without disturbing the sleeping boy.

Making your way downstairs, you slide open the backdoor and walk out into the Harringtons’ backyard.

It was pitch-black out, the moon only lighting up the pool water to make it a crystalling blue. The wind was soft, but was enough to make you regret not grabbing at least one of Steve’s shirts. A shirt that would be perfectly oversized for you.

You had little contact with your superiors in order to convey the status of your mission, as well as relay what is going on in the motherland with the prisoner related to this group.

This little contact let you give only a little of the information they asked. 

You were close to them. After that night in the kitchen, they started to accept you as if you were one of their young. Like you were one of them.

You could finish this. You could take a day and plan out how to take out each and every one of them.

So what’s stopping you?

“Didn’t expect to see this sight this early.” The voice that came from behind you moved towards you as it spoke. 

Instinctively, you crossed your arms to cover your chest, as if that was going to cover you up entirely.

You opened your mouth to follow-up with a smartass response, but were stopped by the feeling of something being draped around your shoulders - a blanket.

“Danke…” You say quietly. You had to give an excuse as to where you were from, so you decided to go with being from the small German-speaking country of Luxembourg. “Thank you…” You reiterated, knowing that Steve had no idea what you said.

He stood next to you, dressed in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt he obviously just threw on. “What are you doing out here, in the cold, like this?” 

You could almost feel the ghost of his arm trying to wrap itself around you. 

With a shrug, you pull the blanket tighter around yourself, trying to conceal a shiver. “Just needed some fresh air…”

Slowly, his arm finally snaked around your waist and pulled you into him. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Your body instinctively wanted to scoff. You couldn’t talk to anyone. Not even your parents. Let alone a boy you met not even three months ago. A boy you're supposed to kill.

----

The duffel bag was disguised as any athlete’s sport bag. If it was felt up, it sure as hell wouldn’t feel like one.

You didn’t want to open it up. If you did, everything would come faster than you imagined. Everything would have to be done soon.

THey had planned the event for me. One. Get everyone to a secluded place - there was a lake that people would go to for privacy you knew of; Steve had taken you there a couple of times. Bring drinks for everyone that is spiked with a sedative. Let everyone doze off, then get rid of all of them.

Foolproof, right?

Foolproof for a person who wanted to do all that.

As you all traversed the forested area, you couldn’t help but look around. The night before you had stashed the bag. Hidden it among the shrubs and leaves.

You bought a couple of different drinks from everyone, like beers for the older teens and some soda for the younger teens or anyone else who wanted it. 

It was your idea to have a little picnic. You bring drinks, everybody else brings food.

It was all set up within minutes, and within the next few minutes everyone started to eat and drink.

Everyone ate and ate until all the food was gone. Drank and drank until all of it was also gone.

Some of the boys had the bright idea to go swimming in the waters after everyone was done eating, giving the rest of the group time to relax and talk.

You were quiet almost the whole time, not trusting yourself to be able to communicate in English properly. You had made a decision this morning. 

You didn’t plan out how this was going to work. How it was going to end. Maybe it was better not to know. To let it all roll out on its own.

“You alright?” Steve gently nudged you lightly, whispering softly in your ear as Nancy and Robin were talking about god knows what. “You’ve been really quiet.”

You shook your head a little, slowly letting yourself lean your body weight onto him. “Just tired. Got little sleep last night.”

You feel his body move as you nod, and then a light touch of lips to your temple.

Smiling to yourself, you close your eyes for a moment. You were going to bask in this while you could.

[catgirlkirigiri]

> Joins team vampire

> Makes werewolf oc

Character info copy-pasted from artfight cause I wrote it all out there before realizing oh, wait, I should post this guy on tumblr too. I'd link his profile but I've had a 502 error for ten minutes so idk if he's ever gonna upload lol.

Ok everyone get your making fun of Brits moment out real quick.

Harvey's a gay trans guy living in somewhere that is ambiguously rural Britain. He works at a bakery in his little town, and he was always content with his simple life. But, unfortunately for him, there's always been a big werewolf problem in his area. For a while, it was fine; sure, every few weeks a couple farmers would lose some sheep, but it was fine. Nothing that affected him, at least... until it did.

He was walking home from the bus stop when it happened. It was late - he'd been on the closing shift, working as much as he could to pay his rent - and he hadn't been paying too much attention to his surroundings. He didn't notice the too-human wolf lurking in the shadows until the creature was lunging at him. He barely had time to block his neck before those massive jaws closed on him, locking tightly onto his left arm. After a struggle that felt like hours, Harvey managed to break free, running for his life. He was lucky that the wolf gave up pretty quickly, probably heading off to snack on some unsuspecting farmer's livestock for an easier catch. That didn't matter to him though. As Harvey stumbled the rest of the way to his small apartment, clutching his bleeding arm, all he could think about was what came next.

He'd been bitten, and everyone knew what came next; if he was found out, he'd be jailed at best. At worst, well... in the eyes of the law, he was now an animal, and plenty of farmers wouldn't hesitate to shoot at an animal threatening their livestock. (Granted, he knew the locals were all terrible shots, yet somehow that didn't make the reality of the situation any less frightening.)

The first few months, he'd locked himself in his room, praying he wouldn't be able to figure out the locks while a wolf. He only stopped when he woke up the morning after to his door nearly busted off its hinges. Since then, he began traveling for the event. He'd take a train as far as it went, then ride a bus to the end, and repeat until he didn't recognize his surroundings anymore. Then, even if he was spotted, it wouldn't affect him afterwards. (If he was lucky. He hasn't been spotted yet to find out for certain.) Eventually he came to know a few good secluded spots to end up for the moon, taking a bit of stress out of his monthly journeys by giving him a safe destination.

In the three years since, he's managed relatively well. He's certain his coworkers are onto him by now considering he takes off two days either side of a full moon, but nobody's said anything, and he hasn't been jailed yet. He's been shot at a few times, but nothing's hit him, and his visible scars can be explained away as werewolf attacks. Technically, that isn't a lie. He just leaves out that he was also a wolf when he got them.

[seiya-starsniper]

and if I get burned, at least we were electrified - Chapter 1

On their next meeting, Hob realizes the pattern.

The man (vampire? werewolf? some otherworldly being?) comes after Hob every 100 days. The irony of this is not lost on Hob. Of course Hob would end up with not one, but two mysterious otherworldly strangers with a penchant for refusing to give Hob their names, forcing him to come up with nicknames in his head. He can’t very well name them Stranger 1 and Stranger 2 though, so Hob decides that his centennial friend will remain The Stranger, and his new unintended sparring partner is now Murder Stalker.

---

Hob Gadling interrupts The Corinthian in the middle of a murder and explodes him back to The Dreaming. The Corinthian comes back for revenge. Hob keeps finding new ways to blow him up. At some point, it becomes something more.

Aka enemies to fuck-buddies to lovers.

Keep reading below, or read here on AO3

Hob Gadling is not sure what drove him to take a smoke near the dilapidated White Horse tavern instead of just outside The New Inn, but he’s now wishing he'd stuck closer to civilization as he would’ve completely avoided the mess he’s currently in.

It had been a late night at The New Inn, as end of semester time tends to be. It’s his worst kept secret to his students that he tends the bar there, and without fail, he always ends up entertaining a handful of them on the last day of finals. Hob’s glad he’s popular with his students, it not only keeps him gainfully employed, but also brings him an indescribable sense of achievement, knowing that he’s affecting so many young minds so positively. 

He’s riding high on the feeling of a semester well done, so he decides it's a great time to take a walk when he dips outside for a smoke after his students leave. This deviation from his normal routine is exactly how he finds himself witness to a murder.

When Hob thinks about it later, he realizes the area is fairly secluded, The New Inn is just far away enough, and loud enough, that no one would hear any sort of scuffle, or hell, even screams. Not to mention the old White Horse demolition site, which people generally avoid like the plague at night, is just steps away, making it more than an ideal place to hide a body if need be. 

But he has no time in the present to think about these things, because he’s rushing in to save some poor bloke that’s just been stabbed with his pants around his ankles.

Hob thinks at first the poor man is the victim of some homophobic attack, but upon coming face to face with the man’s attempted murderer, Hob concludes there is absolutely no way the blond in front of him is heterosexual.

He looks like he just walked off a spread in GQ magazine, incredibly fit and with bed-mussed hair. He’s wearing a tailored beige suit and also, bewilderingly, the darkest shades Hob has ever seen on anyone, in the absolute dead of night. Hob thinks the man must be blind, but he's quickly disavowed of the notion when he tries to wrestle the knife out of the man's hands.

Hob realizes very quickly the man is a lot faster than he is, even with the quick reflexes he's developed over the centuries. Hob briefly wonders if his reflexes really aren't as fast as he thought, or maybe he's just drunk, then decides it doesn't matter because he's completely overpowered either way.

The man slashes a deep line in Hob’s throat, and he collapses as he begins to choke on his own blood. No matter how many times Hob gets stabbed, shot, or broken down, he can never get used to the pain that comes with each new injury. Immortality may have its fair share of perks, but pain tolerance is definitively not one of them. 

The bespectacled man looks all together far too pleased at his handiwork because he stares for a few seconds watching Hob gurgle through his blood, and then he has the audacity to lick his lips. It would be a downright sinful look at literally any other time, and Hob hates himself for still finding a literal murderer attractive while he’s bleeding all over his favorite shirt.

Seemingly satisfied with his handiwork, the blonde man turns around and returns to his work on his original victim. Hob can hear the telltale squelching as knife meets flesh and he realizes through his otherwise hazy vision that he's removing the other man's left eye while he is still alive.

Hob wants to throw up but forces himself to lay still, willing his breathing to be as quiet as possible to not alert the murderer barely a few meters away from him. He’s sure that the other man is too engrossed in his task to notice that Hob has stopped struggling to breathe, but even if he did, he probably would have just thought Hob eventually bled out. When Hob feels his vision begin to clear and the wound on his throat close up just enough to allow him the shallowest of breaths, he looks around to see what he can utilize to stop the man from continuing his gruesome activities. 

Hob ends up putting together a crude Molotov cocktail, utilizing his torn bloody shirt, a lighter in his front pocket, and some discarded bottles near his feet that blessedly still have their vodka inside them. He knows it's a long shot because the man moves far too fast to be purely human, but Hob's been around long enough to know most things, mortal or not, are not immune to fire. Hob sends a mental plea to whatever deity may be out there looking out for him, and then uses the last of his strength to chuck the crudely thrown together bomb at the man's back.

The man doesn't quite burn up the way a human being might. He screams at a pitch Hob’s never heard before when he realizes what’s struck him, and then suddenly his body is just….disintegrating? Except that's not quite right, either, all Hob knows is that the man is there one moment, gone the next, and there's no body, or even the smell of burning flesh to prove he was ever there. 

The only thing that remains of the mysterious serial killer is his dark round sunglasses, which Hob crushes under his boot in a moment of pettiness. Then he pulls out his phone and calls for emergency services. 

The constable stares at him suspiciously while Hob gives his statement, but there’s no murder weapon and Hob manages to cover up the stab tears in his shirt with a cardigan he keeps in his bag. Absolutely everything of Hob's is now soaked in blood, which makes him even more suspicious looking, but there's clearly no defensive wounds on him thanks to his expedited healing, so the police eventually buy his story that he came upon a man bleeding to death and tried his best to resuscitate him.

Unfortunately the poor bloke is long dead by the time he’s hauled into the ambulance. He's lost too much blood, and he’s missing an eye, and the thought that this mysterious murderer did not fully complete the job he set out to do should not spark something dark in Hob's ego, but it does. It's just as well though that the man died anyways, Hob's not sure the man would be able to process the sheer fuckery of what's happened tonight, his death covers up his murderer as much as it does Hob’s immortality.

Hob makes a note to look up demon exorcists when he gets home, then collapses on the bed, the adrenaline of fighting for his life having worn off. He decides he'll just burn the sheets and his clothes in the morning before he drifts off to a dreamless sleep.

Thank God tomorrow is Saturday.

—

When the blond man reappears, Hob is both surprised and not at the same time. He knew the man was not dead, but he also hadn't been expecting to see him so soon after their first encounter.

He's also not entirely surprised the man has tracked him to The New Inn. Hob's on a smoke break and as he lights up his cigarette, he notices the man smiling at him in the shadows from behind a brand new, not crushed, pair of dark rimmed glasses. Hob has barely a second to react before he’s staring down the long blade of a dagger that's far too close to his right eye. Hob briefly mourns the loss of his cigarette (they're so expensive these days), thanks his lucky stars he brought his coat with him, and pulls out his own weapon hidden within.

Hob doesn't believe in leaving things up to chance. He knows the man saw his face and he also knows the man is some sort of supernatural entity, and the buggers are a lot more resourceful than your standard run of the mill human. So Hob knows he's a marked man and frankly, anyone would be pretty pissed to be exploded back to Hell, or wherever this guy came from. For all that Hob is immortal, he can still be hurt or captured, and he hasn't lived all this time without running into a few of the things that go bump in the night, as well as the various ways to get rid of them.

Hob was woefully unprepared last time for his encounter with the blonde supernatural murderer. This time, Hob's got a few tricks up his sleeve, courtesy of the descendent of one Lady Johanna Constantine, who, hilariously enough, shares a name with her great -great-great-great grandmother.

"You're not going to be sending anything back to Hell with that horrible accent of yours," the blond mocks, blade barely missing Hob's check. Hob honestly thought he knew what type of being he was, but the man only laughs when he tries to douse him in holy water, and what the hell is wrong with his pronunciation anyways?!

Hob had spent the last 3 and a half months practicing dodging daggers and he's still too slow to match the other man blow for blow. Hob prepared for the eventuality of none of his carefully laid plans working but he's still so angry that not only has none of it worked, but that the blonde also finds his efforts so fruitless that he has time to mock him.

"Horrible accent, says the American," Hob shoots back disdainfully, shoving his blade towards the other man and missing spectacularly. Hob’s going to need new sparring partners if he hopes to survive any future knife fights with him. 

The man laughs again and Hob wills himself to not imagine that laugh in a different situation. He really, really needs to get out more if he's still finding himself attracted to a being that is currently trying its damnedest to cut his eyes out.

Hob knows for all his immortality, his stamina still has a limit, and he’s close to reaching it. The man must be able to tell too, because he redoubles his efforts to get at Hob’s eyes, and he’s so focused on that task that he doesn’t notice the talisman Hob’s able to stick on him when he gets just a little too close. Hob whispers one final spell, and even behind the shades, he can tell the man’s eyes widen in shock once he realizes what Hob has done. 

Hob smirks as the man is ripped apart, returning to wherever it is he goes when he needs to regenerate his body. He may not be a demon, but protection talismans still had their uses against him, and Hob makes a mental note to go reach out to that lovely coven of witches he happened upon in Edmonton. 

He's also going to have to tell Johanna that nope, the eye stealing murderer he's dealing with is not a standard demon from Hell. He's already dreading the conversation. Johanna's initial help had not come cheap for Hob and he just knows she's going to charge some exorbitant price from him to do additional research.

—

The third time they meet, the man is angry. Hob takes advantage of his less precise movements and leads him away from The New Inn, closer to the secluded area near The White Horse, where they first met. He eventually wrestles the blonde into a pair of iron forged handcuffs. They don't burn at the man's wrists, which confirms he isn't Fey, but they also don't break apart no matter how hard the man tugs at them. Hob did forge them himself, thank you very much, so he knows that even the strongest human would be hard pressed to break them without the aid of some extreme force.

“Pretty kinky,” the man says, flexing the cuffs behind his back. “Didn’t think we were at this stage of our relationship Robert.”

Hob knows it shouldn’t shock him that the man knows his name, he did track him down at his place of employment for Christ’s sake, but the surprise must show on his face because the blonde stranger laughs. 

“Of course I know your name, sweetheart," he says in the most condescending American drawl Hob has ever heard in his life. "I’ve been thinking about sinking my knife into you all day and all night.”

Hob very pointedly ignores the double entendre and reminds himself that eyeball stealing murderers do not make for good bed partners.

“Little unfair of you to know my name, when I don't know yours, sweetheart,"  Hob shoots back and he swears he sees a little shiver go down the blonde man's back at the pet name, even if it was delivered sarcastically.

"Tsk tsk Robert, no wonder your little tricks aren't working on me, you don't even know who or what I am," he goads, clearly enjoying having the upper hand in knowledge.

“Well, if you’re not willing to tell me that, then I guess I’ll just have to find something else about you,” Hob says and reaches for the blonde man’s glasses. The resounding snarl is so ferocious, Hob forgets himself and stumbles backwards in fear. The man must be sensitive about his eyes, because the next thing Hob knows, the cuffs are broken and it’s a race against time to see who can recover their weapons the fastest.  

Hob manages to launch an old grenade from his war days at the man as he picks up his signature knives, and the resulting explosion is loud enough to shake The White Horse. Hob doesn’t stick around for the aftermath but he hears the sirens in the distance as he hurries home as discreetly as possible.

—----

On their next meeting, Hob realizes the pattern.

The man (vampire? werewolf? some otherworldly being?) comes after Hob every 100 days. The irony of this is not lost on Hob. Of course Hob would end up with not one, but two mysterious otherworldly strangers with a penchant for refusing to give Hob their names, forcing him to come up with nicknames in his head. He can’t very well name them Stranger 1 and Stranger 2 though, so Hob decides that his centennial friend will remain The Stranger, and his new unintended sparring partner is now Murder Stalker. 

Hob has also tried to ply Johanna with information about The Stranger, but he had even less information on the man he’d been meeting for drinks over the centuries than he did on the man currently trying to harvest his organs. It's rather depressing. Johanna had also made fun of him for his physical description of The Stranger and told him "Mate, if I had a shilling for every dark-haired, dreary, brooding supernatural being roaming around London alone, I'd be a goddamn millionaire!"

So yeah. Hob's not doing too great in terms of the research regarding either of the supernatural entities he's somehow found himself embroiled with.

He also tried looking up supernatural entities that eat eyes but all he got was some Quora article on a recurring nightmare some people seem to be having about having their eyeballs eaten. Hob knows not to discount the power of dreams, he's met one or two genuine psychics who have shared their dream visions with him, but something tells him his Murder Stalker probably isn't some nightmare come to life in the real world.

Probably. Hob's never heard of dreams and nightmares becoming corporeal beings, but after everything he's seen in the last decade alone, it's as good of a theory as anything.

Back to the present predicament though.

Hob is currently attempting to wrap a silver chain around his still unnamed Murder Stalker, and all he gets for his trouble is delighted, mocking laughter.

"Jewelry? For me? I'm more of a gold man myself, Robert, but I won't ever say no to silver."

And with that, the man yanks the chain right out of Hob's hands and wraps it loosely around his neck, completely throwing out the theory of werewolf or vampire. Hob curses his impulsive purchase of silver bullets, but Johanna had been very persuasive when she'd sold them to him. He also may have been a little (a lot) more drunk than he'd intended. Damn the woman and her insane alcohol tolerance.

Hob wonders if he can get a refund, then decides he'd have more luck trying to convince his Murder Stalker to give up killing entirely and move with him to a farm in Surrey and take up sheep herding.

He's broken out his thoughts by the sound of a blade hurtling through the air and Hob has enough time to barely avoid taking a knife to his fucking eye. The blade nicks his ear, and takes some hair with it before it lands in the tree behind him.

Maybe he should start wearing protective eyewear in the near future.

"I thought you wanted my eyes intact, you maniac!" he yells, barely avoiding a second dagger that comes straight at his face.

"Not my fault that you're not paying attention!" his Murder Stalker yells back, the feral grin Hob’s grown used to back on his face. 

Hob thinks that just for that he’s going to be petty. It’s not like he has any other blindingly good ideas in his arsenal for today anyways, so he yanks the first knife out of the tree, whispers a quick spell into it and throws it back at the man. It explodes spectacularly in his hands when he flawlessly catches it, just like Hob expected him to.

Hob smiles as the man starts to disintegrate, then remembers an entirely different theory he'd wanted to test out just for shits and giggles, and yells, “See you in 100 days Corinthian!” right as the man disappears.

—

"How did you know it was me?" The Corinthian asks him the next time they meet, curiosity evident in his voice.

Hob grins. “I didn't. But thanks for confirming!” He gets a slash to his thigh for his troubles.

“It was really just a lucky guess,” he continues, trying to distract The Corinthian while he works to set up a rather complex spell. It is by far his most outlandish attempt to determine what kind of being the man is. “I was up late one night and one of those terrible American true crimes shows had a whole episode on The Corinthian! Everyone thinks it's just a legacy passed down from one serial killer to another but it's just been you all along, hasn't it?”

The smile Hob receives from the blonde is absolutely blinding. Who knew otherworldly beings just wanted acknowledgement for their accomplishments, just like everyone else? 

“Look at that, little Robert finally figured something out about me, took you long enough,” the man (no, The Corinthian, he finally has a name) says.  

“Cut me some slack!” Hob shoots back. There, the trap is finally set. “Some of us have other full time obligations to tend to, we can’t all just be running around murdering people.”

Hob really hopes no one at The New Inn will question why nearly all the salt that was supposed to last for the rest of month is suddenly, inexplicably, just gone. He’s already ordered a new batch that’s supposed to come in next week. In the meantime, the chips will just have to suffer being on the bland side.

When he lights the salt circle on fire, he can really only hope that no one thinks to call the fire brigade on him. The poor White Horse tavern is supposed to be preserved as a historical site, for fucks’ sake, and here Hob is, using it as his own personal supernatural fight club.

The Corinthian looks around his supposed trap, unimpressed.

“Do I look like an eldritch horror to you, Robert?” he sneers, kicking the salt away and dissolving months worth of effort in seconds. 

Hob shrugs. “I’m running out of otherworldly beings you could possibly be. And I actually haven’t confirmed whether or not you’re hiding some slimy tentacles under that coat of yours. All I know is that you love to murder, do questionable things with eyeballs, and everytime I blow you up, you don’t come back for 100 days. Why every 100 days anyways?"

"I don’t have to tell you a damn thing," The Corinthian bites back, and yep, he most definitely offended at being mistaken for an elder god with tentacles. Hob pointedly does not think about whether or not tentacles would be a deal breaker for him.

“I’ll show you a horror,” the Corinthian threatens, and Hob kicks his backup plan into action. He’s never made a flour bomb before, but the general idea is pretty simple. Flour dust and a spark. Hob grabs the second knife The Corinthian had thrown at him and aims it at the discarded bag of flour he’d left sitting atop the roof of the White Horse the night before. While The Corinthian is distracted and coughing up the unexpected spray of flour on his person, Hob flicks on his lighter and tosses it towards the blonde.

He’s pretty sure he can hear The Corinthian cursing at him through the explosion for ruining his coat.

Hob adds flour to his to-buy list and whistles while walking back to The New Inn.

—

On the 6th meeting (Who's counting? Certainly not Hob), The Corinthian finds him in a rather precarious position. Hob never thought he’d be glad to see The Corinthian of all people, but really, anything beats having to become an experiment for some crazy occultists who seem to think drinking his blood and harvesting his organs are going to make them live forever.

There's six of them and one of Hob, and although he holds his own in a fight with them for a good hour thanks to all the stamina he's gained while fighting The Corinthian, Hob knows he is still outnumbered. He’s starting to lose hope that he can avoid being forced to where they want to take him, but his prayers are answered in the form of a vengeful blonde, who clearly does not take kindly to his recurring meeting being interrupted by outsiders.

Between the two of them, Hob’s able to take down two men while The Corinthian manages the other four. Hob doesn’t even feel bad that they’re all dead, the better the message to send to any other potential cults that may or may not be following him around. He kicks the body of one of the occultists just for good measure.  

“Fuck these men, do whatever you want with their eyes, they got what's coming to them,” Hob says, not even bothering to hide the disdain in his tone. “Stupid fucking cultists.” Hob’s been around long enough to be hunted by more than a few cults, and he knows that they know nothing other than their own selfish greed. He’s lost more than a few good friends to cultists, so he feels absolutely zero remorse for their deaths and for letting The Corinthian harvest their eyes.

Hob’s snapped out of his dark thoughts towards the cultists when he hears The Corinthian’s knives cutting through flesh and Hob’s curiosity gets the better of him. He turns just in time to see two very aggressive eye mouths slurp up one of the dead man's eyeballs in one, two, three quick bites.

The Corinthian looks up from his snack and grins at Hob with all three mouths, his face bare for the first time in front of Hob. His glasses are tucked into his front coat pocket, and his cheeks are covered in a mixture of eye vitreous and blood. His tongue darts out absently to catch the liquid nearest his lips, and Hob, to his horror, finds the sight the most erotic thing he's ever seen in his life.

Well then.

The Corinthian almost immediately registers Hob's arousal, and his grin somehow grows even more feral. In between one step and the next he's suddenly crowding Hob up against the nearest flat surface, which happens to be the back exterior wall of The White Horse, and then he’s licking into his mouth while pressing his thigh in between Hob’s legs. Hob finds himself grabbing a fistful of blonde hair in one hand, The Corinthian’s ass in the other and yes, that’s just about as firm as he’d imagined it in his dirtiest fantasies alone in his flat.

In the dead of night, there's nothing but the sounds of their frantic panting and hips rutting against one another fully clothed. Hob is pretty sure the Corinthian doesn't even need to breathe, the bastard, but Hob does and he uses the opportunity to nip at The Corinthian's lip in warning when he pulls back.

"For the record, if you even try to take my eyeballs…" Hob starts, getting ready for a fight to erupt, but the Corinthian only laughs and kisses the rest of his sentence away.

"Yes, yes, you'll blow me to kingdom come and then some, I know the drill baby," he replies breathily, and begins to suck a deep bruise into Hob's throat. Hob is pretty sure he's using more than one mouth down there and he just somehow knows sex with The Corinthian is just going to absolutely ruin him for any other partners for the future, possibly forever. 

When he's satisfied with the frankly massive hickey he leaves on Hob's throat, The Corinthian pulls away and sends him a grin that has heat shooting straight down his spine.

"Besides," he adds, "I've had my fill in the eye department, what I want from you is going to be so much more fun," and the purr in those last few words is enough for Hob to make the executive decision to not have his first time with this gorgeous creature be in the middle of a pile of dead bodies, no matter how fitting the motif. The Corinthian deserves to be worshiped on a bed, and Hob is all too willing to sacrifice his own mattress if it means he gets more than a quickie in the back of a crumbling inn. 

"I've got a flat not far from here," he pants in between kisses.

"Ooo inviting me to your home, Robert? How dangerous." The Corinthian replies, his tone dark and inviting.

"As long as you promise not to get things too bloody, you're welcome to stay,” Hob says, and he finds that he means it.

"Good to know we can negotiate some blood play, baby, come on, take me home,” The Corinthian purrs and Hob doesn’t need to be told twice. The walk to his flat is mostly a blur, but once they reach their destination, The Corinthian does not hesitate to bodily push Hob into his bedroom.

Hob's thankful for his flat above The New Inn for a multitude of reasons. It's not only close to where he and The Corinthian meet every 100 days for their fight, but Hob's had the floors and walls soundproofed to block all the noise that comes from downstairs, making it also ideal for him and the Corinthian to be as loud and violent as they want.

The Corinthian is just as dominating in bed as he when he fights, and Hob comes so hard he's pretty sure he sees God. He has a brief thought that The Corinthian could probably take his eyes now and Hob wouldn't even notice, but one look at the other man tells him he's just as blissed as Hob from their lovemaking.

It doesn't last. 

Within 10 minutes of their mutual climaxes, The Corinthian is scrambling around for his discarded clothing. When he's fully dressed, he delivers a brutal kiss to Hob's still bruised mouth before waltzing towards the door. 

"See you in 100 days baby," The Corinthian coos and then in the blink of an eye he's gone and Hob is left alone in his flat.

It's the first time The Corinthian has left Hob by his own will and with all his body parts intact.

Hob lets his head fall back on his pillow and thinks to himself that he is totally fucked in the head.

Johanna is going to have a field day when Hob next talks to her.

—--

They fuck like rabbits the next three meetings. It's quite possibly the best sex Hob has ever experienced in his almost 700 years of life. The meetings always start the same, The Corinthian tries to kill him, Hob somehow subdues him (it's the cuffs, it's always the cuffs) and then instead of exploding the serial killer back to wherever he came from, Hob drags the man upstairs to his flat above The New Inn. Sometimes the blonde opens up for him like a flower, allowing Hob to tease him within an inch of his life. Other times, it's The Corinthian who sets the pace, and it's always brutal and unrelenting. He nearly bends Hob in half when he thrusts into him, and Hob loves every second.

He hadn't ever considered it before, but now that he's been with the Corinthian more than a few times, Hob realizes that he's glad to finally have a bed partner that knows the full lengths of his immortality. The Corinthian Isn't afraid to be just on the other side of rough and painful during sex, and Hob does his damn best to give as good as he gets.

On their tenth meeting, The Corinthian doesn't even make an attempt to try to slaughter Hob for his eyes first, he simply corners him in the alley behind The New Inn during a smoke break, and bites his way into his mouth. Hob’s barely lit cigarette is crushed underneath their feet, and he thinks that if The Corinthian were trying to get him to quit smoking, this was a fantastic way to go about it.

It's only after he goes back inside and someone screams upon seeing him that he realizes The Corinthian smeared blood all over his clothes. Blood Hob knows doesn’t belong to his supernatural fuckbuddy. His stomach sinks at the thought of some poor innocent being used as foreplay for the two of them and resolves to tell off the blonde in their next meeting. He'd rather go back to their old arrangement and risk his own immortal life than add to the already extensive body count he knows The Corinthian keeps growing (maybe, just maybe, Hob has an extensive file on The Corinthian and all his murders overseas and in the UK).

When Hob turns on the news a few days later, it's to a breaking report of a known child molester being fished out of the river with no eyes. 

Hob weighs the pros and cons of the knowledge, and decides that one less terrible person on the street isn't the worst price to pay for one of the best orgasms of his life.

He still decides against telling Johanna Constantine of his new arrangement with The Corinthian. She'd reacted poorly to his last story and called him a lunatic for even entertaining the man in his bed.

"Next time you even think about that eye fucker," she had berated him over a round of drinks, "You must think instead, WWJD: What Would Johanna Do? And I can tell you, she would not fuck a demon!"

"But he's not a demon, remember? The exorcism didn't work!"

"Not the fucking point Hob. Not the fucking point at all."

—

While waiting for their eleventh meeting, Hob decides to do a bit of research.

When he’d finally confirmed The Corinthian’s identity, Hob had absolutely devoured all the information he could about the United States’s most prolific serial killer. His murders date back almost a century, and there’s thousands of theories on whether The Corinthian is actually a family of murderers or some sort of cult. 

If only they knew the truth. 

The victims had started out quite randomly, as serial killers tended to do. A schoolteacher here, an office worker there. Hob finds that while plenty of the victims are homosexual men, there are some women thrown in there too. Never any children though. Interesting. 

But as Hob goes through the reports on The Corinthian's latest killings, he notices a markedly different trend dating back to…oh just short of a year and a half after he and Hob had begun to meet regularly. 

As far as Hob (and the general news) can tell, The Corinthian right now is only exclusively hunting down other known criminals. Some of which are other serial killers the police themselves have had trouble tracking down. In fact, were it not for The Corinthian carving out their eyes and leaving their bodies lying around, there’s a chance those same killers would still be on the loose.

Huh. Well then.

—

“Been noticing a lot of dead criminals missing their eyes lately, had a change of heart?” Hob asks one night after a surprisingly vanilla bout in the sheets. There hadn’t been any stabbing attempts this time. Progress.

The Corinthian hums in consideration as he pulls his coat on. “No, they just happen to be my favorite types lately.”

“Favorite? And only lately?”

The Corinthian grins and nips at Hob’s neck affectionately.

"You've made me realize I like it when my food fights back." Then, considering the discussion closed, the blonde moves to leave. 

Hob, in what can only be described as a moment of insanity, grabs The Corinthian sleeve and says "Stay."

"Stay?"

—

The Corinthian stays the night. Hob uses his tongue to convince him to stay another night. On the third night, The Corinthian leaves with no warning and Hob wonders if his type isn't just men who are allergic to attachment. At least this time he's getting a little bit more out of the arrangement, but his heart feels heavy all the same.

To both their surprises, The Corinthian doesn't even make it the next 100 days before their next encounter. He shows up to Hob's flat in the middle of one of the worst rain storms of the summer, looking like a drowned cat.

Hob immediately knows something is different, and while the logical part of him is screaming Danger! Murderer! Do not engage! Hob's feet move backwards to let The Corinthian into his flat. He peels the man's wet coat off him and settles him onto the couch, then goes to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

The silence between them is heavy.

"I'm glad you're here. I've missed you," Hob tries for casualness even though he can feel his hands shaking. Holding back from touching The Corinthian is one of the hardest things in the world, he thinks.

The Corinthian snorts. "You've missed me? Pretty bold of you to say to the man that's been trying to disembowel you for the better part of a decade.” Hob hasn’t heard The Corinthian’s defensive tone in quite a while. It’s surprising, but with the way things ended last time, maybe it isn’t at the same time.

“I've been keeping up with you in the news, you know. Looks like you've been having a field day in America.” Hob thinks as long as he can keep talking, he can keep The Corinthian from leaving again. 

The blonde man grins, as if he’s in on a joke that Hob won’t understand. "I'm a murderer,” he chirps, standing from Hob’s couch, ignoring the tea Hob’s given him. “I kill people for fun. It's what I was made to do.” He says this last sentence quite pointedly, and ah, Hob thinks he understands now. 

"So I've noticed," Hob replies. "You’ve got a pretty large body count that goes back pretty far. But you've been killing different types of people lately. What was it you said back then? You like it when your food fights back?"

"Entirely your fault by the way.” The Corinthian snaps.

“All right,” Hob placates, then takes a deep breath. “So then…let me help you.”

“What?” It’s clearly the last thing The Corinthian is expecting to hear. Hob takes advantage of the shock and continues to push his, admittedly, wild and crazy proposition.

“If it's my fault that you can only eat a certain type of food, then let me help you. London's chock full of criminals that get away with horrible things too, it’s not exclusive to America.” Hob says matter of factly.  “The way I see it, you're doing humanity a favor by keeping this up, aren't you?”

The Corinthian laughs, but Hob can tell it’s not genuine. There’s an old hurt there, he can tell. Something or someone probably tried to keep The Corinthian from killing all together, and he didn’t take too kindly to that. 

“See, you're running on the assumption that those types are the only ones I'm killing.” The blonde says.  “For all you know, there’s dozens more bodies the cops just haven’t found.”

“Then we'll work on that,” Hob says, matter of factly.

“Work on it?” The Corinthian repeats, incredulous. “What makes you think you can control me?” he challenges. 

“I don't think that,” Hob says honestly.  “But all relationships have to put in some compromises, so I don't think it's too much to ask you to be a bit more discerning with your murders.” Hob pretends he doesn't hear the choked "a relationship?!" in the middle of his soapbox and presses on.

“Look, I'm not going to beat around the bush, I don't know what you are or why you feel so inclined to murder humans, but if it really is in your nature, then it is what it is,” he shrugs and when he meets his eyes, he can tell The Corinthian knows he’s telling the truth. Hob’s been alive for a very long time. He knows that Death is inevitable for almost everyone and he also knows that there's no rhyme or reason to who gets to live and who gets to die. 

"I've had enough brushes with supernatural entities, especially in the last few years, to know that there are things I just can't assign human morality to" Hob continues. "And that's fine. But you and I keep coming back to each other, and I'd like you to stay. I think you want to stay too."

Hob thinks he must be an idiot for telling yet another supernatural being that the reason they keep coming back to him time and time again is for his companionship but damnit, the man isn't his Stranger, he's somehow become more in less amount of time, and isn't that something? Hob's always worn his heart on his sleeve anyways and he can't deny that somewhere along the line, he’s fallen for this fucked up, inhumane creature, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try to see if the spark between them is just that, a spark…or something more. 

The Corinthian is silent for a long time, but he doesn't leave, and that alone is enough to give Hob hope.

“You are infuriating Robert Gladlen,” he finally says. “Fine then, let’s see what being a kept man looks like. If I get bored, I’ll just take your eyes in your sleep and leave.” The feral, self deprecating smirk is back but Hob doesn’t care. He feels himself grinning like a fool. The smile on Hob’s face must be unexpected because The Corinthian’s smirk slides right off his face just as fast as it had been put there. Hob decides to go all in.

“It's Gadling,” Hob says, stepping into the other man’s space and taking his hands in his. “My original name.” He presses a kiss into The Corinthian’s knuckles, taking note of the slight shiver he receives in response. “You can even call me Hob, if you'd like.”

"Hob Gadling," The Corinthian tests out the name, and Hob finds he really likes the way he says it. "What are you, some sort of medieval peasant?"

“Something like that,” Hob says lightly. He thinks he’d tell his whole life story to this infuriating being if he asked. 

“I've changed my mind,” The Corinthian declares loudly, pulling his hands away and raising his arms dramatically.  “I can't be seen with a poor man like this, my reputation will suffer.”

Hob thinks he may be walking on clouds. “Sure, sure. Now I don't know about you, but I'm starving, and not for eyeballs. Dinner then?”

“Only if it’s not that garbage you serve at this third rate pub downstairs.” The Corinthian sneers.

“Hey! There's nothing wrong with my pub food!” Hob argues. “You’ve never even been inside, I’d like to point out, so how can you tell me you hate the food?”

"What was that you said about all relationships having compromises?” The Corinthian says with what looks like a genuine smile finally on his face. “Well my compromise sounds like a nice Wagyu Steak, any idea where we can get one?"

"Christ you're going to be expensive, aren't you?"

"The best things in life are, Hobsie,” The Corinthian laughs.

“Now hang on just a second!”

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (552): Wed 20th Sep 2023

As soon as I woke up I dashed to the bathroom to slap on my sun lotion and head to the pool to soak in the glorious 28 degree rays. There weren’t any sun loungers left by the pool but there was another secluded area past the restaurant that had a few laid out which was perfect because now I could sit and relax not having the experience ruined by screaming kids. I lay on the deckchair alternating between reading my book and listening to music all afternoon and it was absolute bliss. This felt like a reward to myself for all the fucking hours I’ve spent brainlessly pushing carts from one end of a cunting warehouse to the other end of a cunting warehouse then riding home in the rain on my piece of suit motorbike and taking shelter under two blankets in my piece of shit house. While poolside I started reading the latest book in my Edgar Award winning novel challenge The Last Child by John Hart. As part of this challenge I’ve already read one of Hart’s other novels Down River which didn’t exactly rock my boat but this one seems good so far. It’s about a boy named Johnny who’s sister went missing a year prior who witnesses a man getting shot in the woods and in his dying breath the man tells Johnny he knows where his sister is. I went into the restaurant and had myself a nice breakfast of eggs, toast and mushrooms. I’m not sure if the deal I booked with the travel agents is all inclusive but there’s no one asking for I’d or room numbers at the buffet area so I’m not going to investigate any further. If it turns out that I wasn’t all inclusive and that I’ve actually been stealing food from this place…I’m sure I’ll get over it…it might take years of therapy but I’m sure I’ll get over it…actually I’ve just this second realized I’m over it now. See this holiday must really be good for stress relief because normally I’d worry for years about stuff like that! Although I was sitting in the sun for about five hours total when I came to my room I didn’t have the slightest hint of a tan but I did have little pink patches scattered all over my milky white body. It looked like someone had tried to cook a turkey with a hairdryer. Ah well, I’m not here for a tan I’m here to not be cold. I love not being cold. It’s my third favourite thing in the world after not being hungry and not listening to Sam Smith. One day down, three and a half more to go (my coach on Sunday doesn’t arrive until 17:30 so I can spent most of the day sunbathing) and I already feel so god Damn relaxed and it’s made the last few months of putting up with the shitty weather feel so worth it. I’m definitely going to start making these sunny poolside holidays a regular thing. I might start booking one for the end of autumn, end of winter and the end of spring every year so that at least after suffering through three months of shitty weather at a time I’ll have a reason to keep powering through because I know this little paradise in the Canary Islands will be waiting for me at the end. The only disappointing thing about this place (other than the fact that I don’t live here) is that there don’t seem to be any homeless people. When I go abroad I like it when there’s a big homeless problem because it makes me feel a hell of a lot richer but now I just feel like ordinary scum. 

[826aliensapocalypseactivism]

The Ill

Jurni A.-B. 

The streets. The streets were crawling with dead, rotting corpses. Some “people” were more dead than alive. I was afraid someone would touch me, but I walked faster, fearful that someone would chase me and try to chase me down and plague me with whatever contagion they had. Panic attracts anything and everything, especially the sick who see you running and want to join. Next thing you know you’re in a swarm of the Ill, hysterically running and swarming you. They follow wherever safety is, which is nowhere, but someone like me looks like a leader, like someone that should be followed. They probably see me as a god. How could you be so fit, so “unsick” in a world like this? How are you so put together, as in one whole smooth piece? How could you not be so…plagued?

I should be home in about ten minutes. I hate that the Seller’s Lot is on my way home. Some of the Ill are usually wasting their near-the-end life looking for medicines and remedies that won’t work but at least they're tryin’, I guess. But the only thing is, they're in such close proximity to me, they want to plague me because I’m one of the Lusties. I don’t see why you’d try to plague other people, though. If anything they should be attacking the ignoramus who started this freakin’ epidemic. Because of him, nowhere is safe. Especially at night, when you can’t see an attacker. My dad lets me carry a gun. He trusts me. By the time I was seven, I learned to properly hold a gun. By the time I was 10, I’d learned to shoot and hit almost every target. Today…I shot someone for the first time.

I wasn’t scared. Shaken up by the smell of blood, but I was proud. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t care, it just meant that I had mentally prepared myself. I’m not saying I felt nothing because that would be a lie. They’re still people, just not a Lusty or physically or mentally capable. They were mentally capable, but most were flooded with pain and some were in such excruciating pain and agony they had a heart attack and died. That’s probably best for them. But the pain consumes them so much that 99% of the time they're not cognitive, they screech like animals being tortured. That's what it really is.

I made it, I made it home. I always pray. In the shower, before I leave, on the street, while I’m walking…anywhere Ill can be, that’s where and when I’m praying. So basically from the moment I wake up, until the moment, I lock up and head to bed. Speaking from years of experience, I can tell you that it certainly works. My dad taught me how to properly pray. He taught me, “the more fear you conjure, the more danger you radiate.” I believe him. I won’t say that I don’t fear for my life most days, but it’s just not as much as any other Lusty. I’ve been told I’m a sociopath because I talk about how quickly I’ll shoot someone trying to plague me. That’s quite the opposite of what I am. It’s called “self-love”. And if you don’t have an ounce of it in this world you…won’t make it.

“Is anybody home?” Goddarn… it was so frustrating coming home to an empty house, she thought. 

“Yeah, I’m here, ” I’d always felt relieved to hear his voice when I came home. “Hey, Ellery! Come to the back I need you!”.

My dad’s been trying to fix his old truck for years now, he won’t quit. Though if he did, I’d think he’d given up on us leaving. We plan to flee to the suburbs or St. John, Indiana. It’s a good 45 minutes from Chicago. It’s quite a secluded area, so we’ll be fine, I think. Dad says we’ll fence the place, get security cameras with an intercom, a thermometer, and disinfectant spray. He plans on getting everything delivered, so we’ll have less contact with the Ill or potentially Ill. He says he’ll buy multiple acres so I’ll never get bored. I’ll have animals, a garden, a greenhouse, a pool, a small playground, at 14, yes I still swing, a fire pit, and my own shack just in case I get tired of him. 

Dad’s been saving for about 40 years since he was about a teen. He knew he wanted to be a father ever since he was old enough to know what a father was. He knew if he was gonna protect me, he’d have to empty his pockets. He’d say “You’re worth every penny and more. I’d rather be poor and safe with you than rich and daughterless”. Dad was affectionate like that.

I recall mom saying “You’re not just my lover, you’re my friend,” or “I’m in awe when I look at you”. They were in deep love. Not just with each other but with me too. My mom was… she was the greatest. My favorite memory of her was when she would give me weekly lessons on how to style my hair, she’d say “I ain’t brushing them tangles girlfriend!” I’d laugh, and she would put in my curl cream and show me how to detangle my shoulder-length curls. We’d do twists, cornrows, braids, just any natural or protective style that screamed “BLACK GIRL MAGIC!” We’d shout and point at the mirror. When she died, I vowed to neverever cut my hair. That’s what was special to us. Each other.

Mom disappeared when I was 11. She got up one day, went to look at a property in St. John, and she was taken by scientists from the LHHS, The Laboratory for Human Health Studies. She was set up by the real estate agent. He was paid by the LHHS to find a test subject for a vaccine. My mom. No one else’s…mine! I loved her. She was my rock. Now, I don’t know if she’s dead or alive. Most nights I don’t sleep. I think instead. I don’t want to mourn just yet. I’m gonna find her. Dead or alive. I swear!

______________________________________________________________

I made it to LHHS. I’m surprised it isn’t as secure as I thought it would be. I brought my gun, just in case. If option one; going in peacefully and asking what happened to my mom with documents with her name, doesn’t work, then I’ll resort to option two; pulling out my gun, and demanding the information I need.

“Hi, how are you?” I asked.

“Fine and you, ma’am?” the receptionist said.

“I need some to know…what happened to my mother?

“Excuse me?

“She was kidnapped by one of your scientists, ma’am. Two years ago?”

“Ma’am, the LHHS doesn’t kidnap people, we simply study the human health and research how to stop this…epidemic.” 

“Well your people certainly kidnapped my mother and I haven’t seen her in two years. I don’t know if your mother has ever gone missing but I’ll have you know it feels like an eternity.” 

“Ma’am…I…that’s not what we do. Have you tried contacting the police?

“Yes, yes. Plenty of times!”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry.”

“Forget it, thanks I guess…”

I have no words. I’m… I can’t think. I need some air. I need to talk to dad about this, I hope he is not mad. We never talked about looking for her or confirming her death. I hate to be negative, but I think she’s dead. The search is over…I’m done looking. If she’s alive she knows where we’ll be.

[goddessofmischief]

Sacrifice - Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: Based on this request. I made this a prequel to this one-shot and this one.

...

...Ah, what a beautiful day to be a member of the Suicide Squad.

You'd been sent on a mission with seven others, including Rick Flag, your commanding officer.

Your sometimes-friend.

...Your unrequited love.

“So, I want you to-” Rick paused mid-sentence. “Did anyone hear that?”

The others shook their heads, glancing around. It was you who heard it first.

“TANKS!”

Three tanks rolled through the jungle, firing indiscriminately. Three of your teammates were run over, and other four were shot beyond recognition. Realizing there was nothing you could do for them, you ran, sprinting through the jungle.

Was Rick alive? Was anybody alive?

You adjusted the comm in your ear, shouting into it.

“Smith! Davies! Flag! Is anybody out there? This is codename Punchline, I’m stranded in the jungle, injured - I can’t rendezvous at the pickup spot-”

You stumbled onto another one of your teammate’s bodies, trying not to focus on it. Poor guy.

...Oh, wait.

That’s your guy.

“Rick?” you stammer, falling on top of him, trying to get him to wake up. “Rick, come on-”

He had a pulse, but only barely. You knew he was dying.

“Come on, Flag, please-”

“Punchline, come in.”

The sound of Waller’s voice through your ear sent a chill down your spine. Swallowing hard, you held the comm to your ear.

“I’m here. All the others are dead. Flag’s alive but unconscious - I need backup.”

“...That won’t be possible.”

“I-I don’t understand-”

“Do understand. In fact, I expect you to get yourself out of there. There’s a boat leaving the jungle at seven o’clock. I expect you to be on it.”

“But, but - Flag-”

“Carry him if you can. Otherwise, leave him. I can find more of him.”

You tried to lift him, grunting. He was heavy - at least, compared to your small size. Eventually, you’d managed to drag him, out of harm’s way, into a secluded area in the center of the jungle.

“I’m not gonna leave him,” you told Waller. “And... I want you to send help.”

“I’m not wasting assets by sending them into that mess. Get yourself out, or die. I don’t care.”

“Yeah, I mean, I could - or, if you sent us a helicopter, I could get us both out. You could save both assets.”

You could practically hear the wheels turning in Waller’s mind, then-

You leapt back, feeling a tugging at your ankle. Glancing down, you saw it was only Rick, slowly stirring into consciousness.

“What happened?”

“Everyone’s gone,” you told him, taking a piece of torn-off cloth and patching his wounds. “Waller’s-”

“I heard. And I want you to go.”

“What?”

“You. Go. You heard me. I want you to-" he coughs up blood, and you flinch. "I want you to get yourself out."

"No. I'm not gonna leave you.”

He looks, more than anything, frustrated.

"Why?"

"I can't-" You come so close to almost saying it, what you really mean - which is, of course, I can't live without you, so I might as well die with you.

You can't say any of that, though.

"I can't leave you," you managed. "I just... can't."

Your comm crackled back to life.

“A helicopter is en route to your location, Punchline,” said Waller. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t,” you promised, feeling relief wash over you and flashing a thumbs up to Rick. “I swear - I won’t.”

You'd die another day.

...

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[awakeshedreams]

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don��t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

[closedafterdark]

Two Way Ticket

Lee Saerom & Noh Jisun x Male Reader

9441 words

categories: smut, oral, mommy kink

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Eight months have passed since your rendezvous with Gyuri. Nakyung made sure to keep you and Saerom well informed about the clinic’s subsequent move and how her boss was coping. You were thankful she was able to be there for Gyuri during difficult times. Things between you and Saerom were beginning to get a lot more serious: from opening a joint bank account to purchasing your first car together. Even her dog Yeoreum has grown accustomed to you, often spending time on your lap more - something that has made your girlfriend jealous on more than one occasion.

With each passing day, Saerom’s beauty continued to flourish. You wanted to preserve these memories - bringing your camera each time you two went out, something she didn’t seem to mind at all. Saerom knew how to perfectly blend simplicity with confident elegance. She chose to embrace the warmer weather by wearing a simple white crop top that showed off the curvature of her breasts and abs that were the result of many long hours at the gym. Her skirt was brown with what splatter marks decorating it. It ended just slightly below her cute buttcheeks, showing off her long, creamy muscular legs. Her white fuzzy coat appeared out of place, yet perfectly complemented her outfit at the same time. Saerom’s chosen accessories to complete the look were large pearl earrings and a necklace you gifted her on your very first anniversary together. Garnering the stares from men and women alike, you were proud to call Saerom your girlfriend.

Leading you by the hand, you passed many alleyways and streets. Telling you to trust her, you could tell Saerom was smiling through her homemade mask as her eyes formed inverted half crescents. With the two of you continuing on, you noticed two large bright red doors which led to red staircases below and artificial grass on either side. It looked like the establishment was still stuck in Christmas while the rest of the area were enjoying a fine spring May afternoon. Letting go of Saerom’s hand, you stopped and wanted to take a photograph. Not even a second after you had taken a third photo, she grabs the camera from you and wags her finger. Wearing the lens straps on her neck, she takes your hand once more and gives you a firm squeeze. The two of you walk for several more minutes until you finally reach your destination.

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The aroma of coffee and baked pastries filled your noses as you arrived at Saerom’s favorite cafe. She discovered it after the two of you first decided to live together and moved to a new neighborhood. Due to being a regular customer, the entire staff knew who she was - all of them greeting her warmly before subsequently doing the same to you. Deciding to strike up a conversation with a few of the baristas, you took the opportunity to take her bag and find a table for the two of you. With most already being occupied, you luckily managed to find one that was mostly secluded. It was almost hidden in a sense, probably a spot most employees go to for peace and quiet. You took out your phone and began going through it, looking to pass time. Opening the photo app allowed you to view the candid shots you captured of your girlfriend. You stood firm on your belief that no camera lens could truly capture Saerom’s beauty.

The first photoset was one you took of Saerom at a bookstore. She was casually flipping through the pages of a book you didn’t get a chance to ask her the title of. The mole just below her left eye was something you found extremely cute - if concentrations of pigment-producing cells could be classified as such. Her smoky eyeshadow complimented her complexion wonderfully, making her eyes stand out even more. The next photoset was at a high-end boutique, with Saerom emerging from the curtains as she presents yet another outfit to you. At that point, you had lost count of just how many she tried on. Saerom said it seemed like you didn’t care when you said she looked beautiful in all of them - but it was true. She could be wearing a plastic bag with holes for sleeves and you would still choose her over anyone else.

You smiled, thinking about how her smile instantly made your day. While you were busy enhancing the photos to look for minor details to edit, Saerom sat down next to you.

“What are you looking at, baby?” she asked you before taking your phone. Saerom swipes through the pictures with her index finger, nodding after seeing each one. Once she returned the phone to you, you noticed a mischievous look in her eyes.

“I know that look.”

“What look?”

“You know what look.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby.” Saerom said, biting the tip of her finger while her left hand gently began rubbing your thigh. Any sort of pretense about her intentions was put to rest as her other hand placed the restaurant pager on the table. The two of you made eye contact and there was no mistaking it: her beautiful deep brown eyes were now clouded amber pools of lust and desire. You were thankful no one was nearby as Saerom squeezed her breast, releasing an erotic moan while she continued massaging your thigh.

“We’re in public, babe. We could get caught.”

“Maybe we should…” she teased as she leaned closer towards you and used both hands to grab the hemline of your joggers and boxers underneath before pulling them down. You moaned as the cool air from above felt wonderful on your newly exposed cock. Saerom eyed it hungrily as she leaned down and released a small collection of spit onto it. Knowing how needy you already were she decided to tease you even more by puckering her lips and placed a lust-filled kiss onto your tip, causing it to twitch slightly.

With one smooth swipe of her tongue across the palm of her left hand, Saerom wraps her long, slender fingers into a fist around your base with a firm grip. The warmth of it causes your shaft to throb, earning a soft smile from her. Planting a quick peck on your lips, she slowly begins stroking your cock.

You let out a loud sigh of relief as the built up pressure inside your chest was being released with every up and down motion of her hand. Saerom bit the tip of her finger once again as she stroked you, feeling you leak all over her fingers when she ran her thumb across your slit. 

Sexual acts in public places was nothing new to you both - yet it made you equally nervous and aroused as if it was the very first time. It all started with almost getting caught in your car at the beach parking lot one night when the security guard strolling by shined a flashlight through the windows. Then it was Saerom giving you a blowjob inside a women’s fitting room stall. You most certainly couldn’t forget bending her over the sink of a public restroom of a black tie required restaurant. But with most of the places so far, there was at least some semblance of privacy. This was a trendy cafe frequented by many, anyone could walk by and see your girlfriend stroking your cock without a care in the world.

“How about we make a deal, baby.” Saerom said in a lust-filled tone as her thumb continued to massage your tip.

“Deal? W-What d-deal?”

“If you can last mommy stroking your cock and not cumming before our order is ready, you can fuck mommy’s ass, baby.” Saerom whispered into your ear. Your eyes widened as you looked at your girlfriend’s naughty smirk of satisfaction. She had been teasing you with the proposition of entering her other hole for some time now, only allowing you to slide yourself in between her tight, round cheeks. The way she made it sound so forbidden made you want it even more. Your eyes involuntarily closed as the pleasure began to overwhelm your senses.

Saerom gradually began to increase in speed, encouraged by your moans and the way your cock throbbed in her hand. The mixture of her spit and your precum allowed her to go even faster, creating the familiar delicious sound of wet flesh. She counted five seconds silently before slowing back down, teasing you. Saerom had plenty of experience - knowing just what you liked. Which usually meant euphoric bliss on your part; except for when she wanted to take her time and edge you until the tipping point before bringing you back down to reality.

This went on several more times, each increasingly frustrating than the last. She giggled the entire time, enjoying watching you squirm and be helpless under her control. Your mental resistance was well beyond broken - at this point, it was all about endurance and resistance. You were determined not to let Saerom win. Not this time.

… Or so you thought. Saerom knew you weren’t going down so easily without a fight, which caused her to pull out her secret weapon. Grabbing your right hand, she led you up her smooth, creamy thighs all the way until your fingers began to feel heat radiating between her legs. You gulped as you knew where your hand was, like an adventurer finding a treasure chest. Using two fingers, you swiped in front of it, unsurprised to find out Saerom wasn’t wearing any underwear. She loved wearing skimpy thongs or modest panties that usually ended up bunched between her perfect ass cheeks, but eventually chose to forego it due to how many times you ripped them off her body. There was one time she bought an extremely expensive pair as a gift for your birthday, the thin piece of cloth not even making it thirty seconds in before it was tossed to a faraway corner of her bedroom.

Knowing it was a trap but going for it anyway, your two fingers found their way to her moist folds. Feeling your girlfriend leaking as well, you slowly inserted them inside her. Saerom moaned loudly as you entered her, her walls clenching you tightly, refusing to let go. You decided to up the ante, rubbing your thumb in a counterclockwise motion on her clit. It was now a war of nerves - both of you trying to get the other to orgasm first. But as expected, it was a losing battle. Saerom added more spit onto your cock and stroked you even faster, gripping your shaft tightly. You tried to distract her by pushing your fingers even deeper, but all it earned you was her pussy tightening.

“Cum for mommy, baby.”

That was all it took for you to reach your orgasm as you felt your abdomen tighten. You grunted loudly as your hips jerked and you exploded in Saerom’s hand. Your first few ropes could be heard hitting the underside of the table as you felt it land back onto her fingers and your thighs as you continued to release more and more thick, hot semen. Saerom made sure to continue stroking your sensitive cock, determined to drain you as much as possible.

The restaurant pager’s lights began to light up in a clockwise motion before vibrating on top of the table, signaling your order was ready and your subsequent failure to endure Saerom’s deal. She gives your cock a few more strokes, causing it to release small aftershocks as you recover from your intense orgasm. You struggled to catch your breath as you could feel beads of sweat form on your forehead. Once Saerom’s motions winded down and her tight grip on your cock was released, she raised her hand and stretched her fingers out to show you how messy your load for her was. She admired her work for a few seconds before cleaning it off with a napkin. She tilts her head slightly and moves closer to you, letting her lips meet yours as she gives you a deep kiss.

“You did so well, baby. It’s really a shame though - this nice, thick load would’ve tasted so good going down mommy’s throat. Or leaking down my thighs as we walk out of here.”

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Saerom hated spending money at the movie theater's concession stand. Often calling it overpriced garbage, she always made sure to sneak in snacks inside her purse. Today was no different as she told the cafe employees to carefully wrap the baked goods. The movie theater was fairly empty - due to it being a weekday as well as not many movies being released. Saerom handled everything, from purchasing the tickets to picking out your reserved seats. With your fingers interlocked together, she leads you through the hallway and inside the theater. The two of you arrived just as the pre-movie commercials were about to end. Once Saerom handed you the movie tickets, you shined your phone flashlight on it.

“Babe, this movie is from like two months ago. We watched it at home.” you said.

“I know.” she simply replied, snuggling closer to you.

“Then why are we watching it again?”

“Because…” she said as her mischievous fingers found their way back onto the hemline of your joggers. “We aren’t going to be watching the movie.”

You should’ve seen it coming when Saerom chose the extra wide seats that seemed to be geared towards couples. She gave you a deep kiss on your lips before descending towards your lower body. Helping her out by removing your shirt, her eyes never wavered from yours. Your cock that was trapped inside the cloth prison was finally released, hitting her cheek. She laughs, licking her lips as she removes the pesky clothing completely off you and spreads your legs apart. Saerom watched every muscle in your face react as she blew hot air on your cock. You moaned the moment her hand made contact, using the same painfully slow pace she did at the cafe. While her left hand is busy taking care of your cock, her right fondled your balls - giving each a firm yet not too hard squeeze. She teases you by repeatedly lowering her head each time you think she will finally take you in her mouth, only to fake out at the last moment and continue to stroke you. She gave the tip of your cock a quick smooch to remove some of the leaking precum, something that only increased your frustration. Deciding you have had enough, she finally parted her lips and took you inside her mouth.

Saerom’s mouth was extremely warm and wet thanks to her built up spit. She strokes your cock as the first few inches enter her orifice before removing her hand and placing it onto your thighs. You felt like you were laying on a marshmallow, about to sink deeper and deeper into the chair. The only thing you saw was a soft ball of hair as she was  bobbing her head up and down, eliciting satisfied moans and lust-filled grunts from you as your cock was getting thoroughly covered. Saerom loved giving you blowjobs as much as you enjoyed receiving them, the feeling of you throbbing needily inside her mouth felt like a sudden rush of dopamine for her. She always enjoyed having complete control over you.

“Fuck, mommy…” you moaned. Saerom took her time, wanting you to savor every sensation as she swirled her tongue around your tip before making long strokes up and down the length of your shaft. Saerom looked up at you, satisfied to see your eyes closed from her sinful act. Having decided she prolonged teasing you enough, she went to work - sucking your cock deeper and faster. As her head took in more of your shaft, her tongue flickered along your underside. Eventually she reached your base as her lips gripped onto your cock and refused to let go. Her head bobbed in a wonderfully fast rhythm that teetered the edge of getting you to climax quickly and being just enough to leave you wanting more. Having had enough practice during the course of your relationship, Saerom was a master at deepthroating cock. The sounds of you reaching the back of her throat echoed inside the empty movie theater. It was like a symphony for your ears as you mustered the willpower to look down and stroke her head softly, pushing away several loose strands of hair. 

Saerom regretfully withdrew her mouth from your cock once she began running out of air. You were released from the velvety smooth walls with a satisfied hum from her, thin strands of saliva are connecting you and her mouth as you see several spit suds formed on her pretty lips. Your cock was glistening due to light emanating from the movie screen hitting it, causing the both of you to smile at each other. She spits once more on your cock, applying a copious amount all over your shaft. You rubbed her cheeks with your thumb softly, Saerom giving your tip another chaste kiss.

“Here comes your favorite part, baby.” Saerom said as she tapped your cock on her tongue a few times, causing her eyes to form crescents at you in anticipation.

Knowing just what she wanted, you grabbed onto both sides of her head and pushed yourself into her mouth. Moaning from the extreme pleasure, you wasted no time by roughly bobbing her head up and down. Saerom’s bright, lust-filled eyes widened with delight as she gags from you taking control. Her eyes began to water as she hungrily accepted your throbbing, needy cock. She didn’t even need to talk for you to know your girlfriend was enjoying this from the sounds being emitted as she gargled a mouthful of cock. Her nails dug into your thighs painfully as she moved your body to come closer to her. You obliged, closing the distance as you grip onto her hair and made a makeshift ponytail, holding it tightly as you fuck her mouth even rougher than before. Her tongue and uvula vibrated on your shaft, adding another layer of stimulation as your girlfriend was taking your cock to her heart’s desire.

All sense of time was put to the wayside as you both savored the moment. You regretfully let go of Saerom’s head when she began tapping on your thighs. She coughs, catching her breath as drool spilled out of her mouth and began dripping from her chin onto your balls below. Saerom was a disheveled mess, the hard work she put into her hair and makeup were no longer visible. She runs her lips along your length, kissing it until she reaches the tip before doing the same on the other side. She spit on your cock once more, the all too familiar squelchy sounds you were used to hearing rang through both of your ears as she slowly stroked you.

“Look at my baby being so rough. Did you like using mommy’s throat?” she asked rhetorically, knowing full well what your answer would be. Feasting her eyes upon your cock, Saerom pondered what to do next. Giving your tip a few licks before twirling her tongue in a clockwise motion, you noticed a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

The two of you quickly removed your clothing, discarding it along the various empty seats nearby. Saerom gave your tip a deep kiss before turning around, letting you admire her beautifully sculpted backside. The result of many long hours at the gym and a serious training regimen, it made the already divine Saerom even more unreal. Your hands naturally went to her round, supple bottom. You gave each cheek a firm squeeze, earning a giggle from your girlfriend. Saerom moaned erotically once the palm of your hand made contact with the soft flesh.

She was on her hands and knees in front of you - waiting for the very thing you two enjoyed most. You grabbed your shaft and slid your tip up and down Saerom’s folds, feeling how drenched her needy pussy was. Having had enough of your teasing, she pushed her body against you, allowing you to enter.

“Fuck…” the two of you breathlessly moaned as Saerom’s insanely tight walls squeezed the life out of you and gripped onto your cock. Her wet cavern felt wonderful as you pushed yourself slowly inside her.

“B-Baby, you feel so good inside mommy…” Saerom moaned as you closed your eyes and savored this wonderful feeling. It was Saerom’s favorite position - and thankfully, yours as well. You allowed her time to adjust to your cock as her walls clinged onto you for dear life.

You started off slow, wanting the both of you to prolong the moment. You gave her several weak thrusts as you held onto Saerom’s wide hips. Gradually building up the pace from the initial comfortable rhythm, Saerom’s moans and wordless gaps began to steadily increase in volume. She was hot, wet, and tight - all things that never changed despite the two of you taking pleasure in each other’s bodies almost every single day. She took pride in suffocating your cock to the point where it started to hurt. Whether it be her mouth or her pussy, Saerom knew how to make the most of her wonderful body. The natural lubrication from her juices allowed you to eventually move in and out of her with relative ease.

“Fuck… Fuck mommy harder, baby.” Saerom whined.

“What does mommy want?” you asked, giving her butt harsh slaps on both cheeks.

“O-Oh, fuck! Fuck mommy harder!” She screamed. Grabbing Saerom’s toned arms, you held onto her wrists delicately, causing her body to raise upwards for support as your hips thrusted inside her pussy. The sounds of flesh against flesh filled the empty movie theater, making the video in front of you rendered obsolete compared to the true main event. You felt her clench her walls against your shaft as you fucked your girlfriend harder like she wished.

The sounds of Saerom’s plump ass smacking against your lower body turned you on even more, causing you to go harder and deeper inside her. The sight of her cheeks clapping together was sort of hypnotizing - as if mocking you that your current pace was still not enough. Her pussy continues to tighten deliciously around you as you kiss her sweaty back.

“You’re making mommy feel so good, baby!” Saerom said in a half scream, half moan. Every word was dripping with pure desire and lust. You released your hold on her wrists, causing her body to plop onto the theather’s leather-bound chair. This didn’t last long, however, as you grabbed onto Saerom’s long, beautiful hair and formed a makeshift ponytail. While her raven colored locks flowed freely like cascading waterfalls - of which earned her many compliments from friends and coworkers alike, Saerom always explained she wanted to try something new. The real reason she grew it out was she enjoyed having it pulled during sex. Especially in your current position behind her.

With one hand holding her hair, your other gripped tightly on her shoulder. You were afraid you were being a bit too rough and would leave a bruise, but the way her pussy tightened around you along with the clouded, lust-filled look she gave you was all you needed. You were quick right away, thrusting into Saerom without any sort of build up. This temporarily startled her, before the familiar sounds of wet flesh, her needy screams, and the movie in the background having become nothing more than an afterthought all combined to create a wonderful symphony of pleasure as you fucked your girlfriend until she announces the end was near.

“B-Baby… M-Mommy’s going to cum.” she managed to say in between your thrusts.

You went even faster and deeper - wanting to do everything you could in order for Saerom to chase her euphoric high. It doesn’t take very long until she does so, Saerom screaming the loudest she has so far as you feel her pussy pulsating around your cock as it tightens and suffocates you. Her juices flood your shaft as her body shakes, she certainly would have collapsed if not for you supporting her upper body. You felt her begin to leak profusely, staining your thighs, balls and the leather below. Each wave of pleasure coursed through your body as you give her several more weak thrusts in order to allow her to ride out her orgasm.

You grab one of Saerom’s breasts, squeezing it gently as you pull her hair softly and lay down on your back, allowing her to rest on top of you. The both of you are heaving as you struggle to catch your breath. Saerom manages to weakly turn her head to its side as your lips meet hers. Each kiss was soft, full of satisfaction. Once you opened your eyes, you noticed hers were glazed over - returning to the beautiful amber color you always found yourself lost in. You held onto her hips and turned Saerom over so that your bodies were facing each other. Despite the exhaustion, her lower body began to grind itself against yours.

“Baby, you didn’t cum yet.” Saerom pouted. You felt her drenched folds coating your tip once more. It seemed once was never enough for her.

Saerom removed her body off you and got up on wobbly legs, grabbing your hands and helping you stand up. She gave the tip of your cock another kiss, sucking on it lightly before parting her lips and taking you inside her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down quickly, taking you all the way down to your base. You groaned as she tried her best to giggle through a mouth full of cock, the very action causing your underside to vibrate and add on another layer of pleasure. Her lips were sealed tight as the sounds of her slobbering all over your cock helped your fast approaching orgasm arrive even quicker.

“Fuck, mommy. I’m going to cum.” you announced as you felt a knot inside of you.

Saerom released your cock with a loud pop as she used her left hand to stroke you quickly, the lubrication of her mouth and juices helping make the task relatively easy. Saerom’s big, beautiful eyes looked right back at yours - eager for you to feel the same way you made her feel not even mere minutes ago. Your breaths became more shallow as she helped you reach your tipping point.

You weren’t even able to announce to Saerom that your orgasm arrived. You moaned loudly as your cock throbbed in her hand and you exploded all over her beautiful face. Thick ropes of cum are released in impressive speed as it paints her forehead. The next few land near her right eye, causing her to involuntarily close it. She continued stroking your length as you continued to release spurt after spurt of hot, thick semen. With the final two ropes landing on her cheek and her awaiting tongue, you felt all of the built up tension and pressure being released from your body as Saerom drains your balls dry. You opened your eyes and were surprised to see just how much you came on her face.

Saerom giggled as she cleans the leftover cum dribbling out of your slit, bobbing her head a few more times for good measure. She allowed you to admire your work, her chest heaving as she puckered her lips and blew a kiss at you. The two of you managed to finish just as the lights above turned on and the end credits of the film were starting to play. Saerom uses her fingers to trace all the spots she felt your load dripping down her face and puts it in her mouth.

“You taste so yummy, baby.” Saerom said. “Looks like mommy’s diet has been working out after all.”

The two of you quickly got dressed and hurried out of the theater before the cleaning employees arrived.

--

For about a month now, Saerom got you onto a strict regimen. Making you cut out “useless” carbs, sugar, red meats - basically all of the foods you enjoyed. Knowing you would whine or complain, she always shut you up by implementing a no sex rule or edging you everyday until you complied. She had everything fully planned out down to the minute. It wasn’t easy, or fun, but the results spoke for themselves. You begrudgingly admit it was working… especially in regards to your increased sexual stamina.

After a quick change of clothes at home, the two of you are going to visit one of Saerom’s friends. She never said who - always wanting to keep things a mystery until the very last moment. Saerom held your hand tightly as the two of you entered the gym. Normally the unmistakable scent of sweat and loud grunts would be heard. But this particular gym was completely empty - not a soul in sight. You and Saerom sat at a nearby table. Asking her why you two were here instead of your usual gym, you hear a door near the weight rack open.

“Oppa! Unnie!”

You looked up and smiled. Noh Jisun - Saerom’s former roommate and someone you were quite close to who was as much of a fanatic about the gym as she was. The last time you saw her, her hair was much longer with a fringe style to cover her forehead. This time, her shoulder length hair was a deeper shade of brown. She styled it in a way that it parted more towards the left side of her head. She wore a simple outfit of a black v-neck shirt, gray leggings that complemented her curvy figure nicely, black socks, and a black and white windbreaker. She ran towards the two of you and hugged Saerom immediately. Your girlfriend reciprocated, happy to see her after so long. A few minutes later, she let go and turned to you.

“Hi, oppa.” Jisun said, smiling. You returned her smile and gave her a hug as well. She pulled you in tightly - you forgot how much she loved giving hugs. She left your embrace slightly before moving her head close to your ear.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun today.”

The hairs on the back of your neck raised as her words tingled inside your ear. It was a technique you heard many times early on during your relationship with Saerom. Jisun quickly became popular in an online community, with many tuning in to her videos and occasional livestreams. You never understood the appeal of people wanting to listen to someone whisper the entire time but respected Jisun making the most out of a niche demographic.

“What brings you guys over here?” Jisun asked.

“We wanted to visit and see how you were doing.” Saerom replied.

“It seems like you’re doing pretty well for yourself, Jisun.”

“I guess you can say that.” Jisun said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “The ASMR community loves my videos. I was able to save up enough to open up this place.”

“That’s so great!” Saerom said. “Look baby, she even has the weights you like!”

Looking to the direction your girlfriend was pointing at, you noticed differently colored plates of various sizes. While gradually being able to increase how much you could lift, you also enjoyed mixing the colors together. Not a single weight was out of place - something you personally didn’t enjoy seeing at your regular gym.

Saerom interlocks her fingers with yours. You smiled - she always knew how to calm you down whenever you felt anxious. Briefly looking at Jisun, you noticed a slight glimpse of anger in her eyes. Before you could say anything, Saerom pulled you along.

The tour of the gym was rather quick - Jisun quickly cycled through each of the machines as well as the rest area filled with goodies to indulge on. Upon reaching the Pilates room, Saerom wrapped her arms around your waist as she looked up at you lovingly.

“Isn’t this place great, baby? I’m so proud of Jisun.”

“Y-Yeah, really great.”

“I just remembered. I’ve been so busy lately I forgot to plan out the couple’s workouts like you asked. Sorry, unnie.” Jisun cutely said, pouting and looking down.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Saerom said cheerfully. “Would you be able to help out oppa though?”

“Sure! I’d love to.” Jisun said, looking at you with a mischievous smirk.

“Oppa’s been complaining about feeling stiff. I was hoping you could make sure every inch of him is relaxed.” “Every inch?” Jisun repeated, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Really make sure oppa releases all of the tension built up lately.” “Oh... I’ll have no problem doing that, unnie.” Jisun continued to tease by forming her cute small left hand into a fist and displaying a jerking off motion while miming her cheek being full.

Giving you a quick peck on the lips, Saerom puts on her headphones and goes to a nearby treadmill. You watched your girlfriend’s wide hips sway with each step as her plump ass jiggles, causing you to sigh loudly as you could feel yourself slightly hardening.

Feeling a hand cup your crotch is what brought you out of your daydream due to staring at your girlfriend’s lower body. You looked down at the owner of said hand and felt the breath taken away from you as Jisun squeezed a bit harder this time. Bringing her right hand to your face, you noticed the cute woman you were used to seeing was gone. Replacing her glazed over eyes was a look you know all too well.

“So, unnie wants me to help you feel relaxed? That’s no problem at all.” Jisun said in a sensual whisper, each word dripping with a honey-like tone. She unzipped her windbreaker, letting you see the outline of her breasts through the loose fitting v-neck shirt.

“Mommy will take good care of you, oppa.” She continued, untying the drawstring of your joggers.

“M-Mommy?”

“Don’t act surprised.” Jisun said, still maintaining her whisper-like tone. “I know unnie has been making you call her that ever since you would visit our old apartment.”

You were surprised to see this side of Jisun. The Jisun you remembered was conservative, someone who didn’t have much self-confidence and felt comfortable playing video games or being in front of a computer screen. It seemed being independent did wonders for her.

“Maybe mommy should take care of your lower body first, how does that sound?”

Yanking both your joggers and the underwear underneath, Jisun slowly descends into a kneeling position between your legs. Your cock is now exposed to the cool breeze coming from the air conditioning. It is a wonderful feeling, causing you to twitch slightly.

“Not bad… I can see why unnie liked having you over so much.” she said, her eyes trying to soak up as much of you as possible. Licking her lips hungrily, she grabs ahold of your base and gives you slow, agonizing licks until she reaches your tip. You instinctively closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan.

“Fuck…”

Jisun dragged her wet tongue on the underside of your shaft, painting a long stripe on the exposed flesh. When she reaches your tip, her tongue swirls around it, causing you to moan even more. Collecting the precum that is beginning to dribble out of your slit, she sucks on it lightly before replacing it with a generous amount of saliva. Using her tongue once more, she spreads it across every inch. You look down and see Jisun methodically lathering your cock until it is glistening from the overhead lighting. Once she is satisfied, she grips your shaft firmly and slowly begins stroking you.

She employs a familiar technique: counterclockwise motions and smooth up and down strokes. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, feeling the pleasure her wonderful small hand was providing you. Her hand moves up and down with ease thanks to her saliva. Your moans increase in volume the longer she continues.

“You like when mommy strokes your cock, don’t you baby?”

“It-It’s o-okay…” you replied, knowing full well you were lying.

“Hmph.” Jisun pouted, running her thumb across your slit. “Maybe this will change your mind.”

Slapping her cheeks with your hard cock, you felt Jisun blowing hot air onto your tip, causing you to throb in her hand. She lets out a giggle and kisses the tip of your cock before lining you in front of her mouth. With a simple part of her lips, you release a heavy breath as she engulfs your cock. 

Your hands hold onto the wall behind you as the pressure begins to build up, causing your eyes to close shut. Your moans continue as Jisun slowly bobs her head up and down. She takes the top half of your cock into her warm, wet mouth - each time sending waves of lust and pleasure coursing through your body. You feel her tongue dragging across the underside of your shaft. Forcing your eyes open, you look down and take in the fact that Saerom’s former roommate, Jisun was currently on her knees and looking at you while pleasuring you in a way you would have never imagined.

“Mommy, fuck… that feels so fucking good.” you moaned as your body was hypnotized by Jisun sucking your cock. You felt every muscle in your body relaxing as your cock was inside her hollowed mouth. Taking the initiative, you run your fingers through her dark brown locks before palming the back of her head. Jisun looks up at you and smiles through a mouthful of cock, happy you are enjoying every moment of her sinful act. Your hand follows along to her bobbing motions, guiding her rhythm before she temporarily retreats her mouth’s wonderful hold on you. Spitting a copious amount of saliva built up onto your shaft, she looks at you seductively as she slaps her bright pink tongue with your cock.

You looked out to see Saerom diligently exercising on the treadmill. All you could think about was how sweaty her back has become, and how good it would be to suck on her damp skin as you fuck her from behind. This, of course, does not go unnoticed by Jisun who pinches your inner thigh and causes you to slightly wince in pain as you see her slowly begin to remove her clothing.

“Mommy hasn’t been fucked in months and I am not going to let this opportunity go to waste.” Jisun said, as she removed her socks and slid her body hugging leggings down, revealing her creamy legs and wonderfully thick thighs. She makes a show of removing her shirt, leaving her in only a red lace bra and panty set. Despite feeling more self-confident, there is a hint of shyness from Jisun as she is mostly exposed to you for the very first time.

You always considered her to have a nice figure - but running her own gym and having a strict training regimen made the curvy parts of her body even more noticeable. The delicious line of her cleavage was enticing - you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in it. Jisun notices this and smiles.

“Now, now, baby. We don’t want unnie to hear mommy making you feel good, now do we?” Jisun said, placing a finger on her lips. It felt like a preemptive warning, a calm before the pleasure-induced storm. Stroking your cock several times in preparation, she opens her bra slightly in order to allow you in between her soft flesh. A soft moan escapes her lips as she wraps your shaft with her warm, perfect tits.

“Fuck, mommy...” you groaned softly, trying your best not to be too loud from the pressure quickly that striked you light a lightning bolt as Jisun takes you in and out of her hot cleavage. You were thankful Saerom wasn’t too close by and especially that she wore headphones as the sound of her treadmill helped mask the squelching sounds coming from Jisun’s tits moving up and down your cock. You sighed in content and looked down, seeing her push her breasts together against your shaft and squeezed you even tighter.

“Baby…” she moaned as she moved her large, soft flesh onto you. “You’re so hard for mommy.”

Jisun’s eyes were captivating - her soft voice causing your entire body to tingle as her breasts continued to wrap themselves tightly around your cock. Her cute features were replaced with pure lust and desire, currently focused on satisfying you. The tip and upper part of your cock constantly poked in and out between her soft flesh. Each thrust was delicious, wet and hot. Jisun was the master of pure seduction: each time you felt you were at your tipping point, she slowed down. After several minutes of teasing, she removes her heavy breasts from your cock.

“I don’t want you cumming just yet, baby.” Jisun said. “First, you have to make mommy feel good too.”

Removing the last of her clothing, you almost drooled as you finally saw Jisun fully naked. Not giving you ample time to admire her body, she leads you to one of the yoga mats nearby, pushing you gently on your back. She straddles your lap, rubbing her splayed lips on your cock. You moaned, feeling how wet she already was turned you on even more. She then dismounts your body and repositions herself, hovering just above your face. As your hands were about to hold onto her hips, she stopped you.

“No no no, bad boy. It’s rude to touch mommy without permission.”

She lowered her body just enough for you to feel the heat radiating from between her legs. It looked so soft, inviting. Jisun could sense your anxiousness as you squirmed underneath her.

“You want to eat mommy’s pussy don’t you, baby?” Jisun nonchalantly asked. 

“Well… there’s somewhere else I’d rather you eat instead.”

Lowering herself fully, you grabbed her plump ass, grabbing two handfuls of each cheek and squeezing as hard as you could. This caused Jisun to moan as your mouth met her forbidden orifice. You kissed her heavenly soft skin, parting her cheeks as your tongue painted the outer rim.

“Baby…” Jisun moaned as her tight muscles began to unclench and allow your tongue deeper entry. Satisfied with your minimal work so far, you continued to stimulate her asshole. Spreading her cheeks apart even more, you pushed your tongue inside her puckered hole.

Jisun is quickly overwhelmed by all of her senses being overstimulated at once, as you feel her juices slowly leaking out of her pussy and staining her thighs and your neck below. You swirl your tongue inside her ass, just as she did when she was sucking your cock. Each contact sent multiple shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. Despite Jisun getting progressively louder the longer you were buried inside her, both of you have little regard for anything else, only focusing on each other. She pushes her pillowy soft ass against you even more, frantically trying to chase her own pleasure.

“You’re making mommy feel so good, baby.” Jisun said, feeling your mouth and tongue drench her inner asshole with your saliva.

Gripping onto her asscheeks even harder, you move your face from side to side. This causes Jisun to scream loudly as another wave of stimulation is added to her rapidly sensitive body. She is beginning to lose control of her senses as your tongue thrusts deep inside her asshole.

“Baby… oh my- fuck!”

She arches her back completely straight as you remove one hand from her asscheek and move your way between her thick thighs. Easily finding her clit, you rubbed it with the pad of your thumb. Doing your best to keep her from bucking her hips uncontrollably, you stimulate Jisun on both parts of her lower body.

“Baby… that feels so good. That feels so good. I-I’m gonna cum!” Desperation could be heard in Jisun’s voice as you continued to provide her with the pleasure she hadn’t received in so long. Each flick of your tongue caused her to tilt her head back. You knew it wouldn’t be much longer - rubbing your thumb on her clit furiously as you squeezed her asscheek and buried your tongue as deep as it could go.

“Baby, mommy’s cumming!” Jisun screamed as she finally succumbed to her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly as you struggled to hold her in place. Your tongue was firmly lodged inside her asshole, doing its best to not let go as long, sultry moans escape her beautifully soft lips. Her thighs are stained with her sweet nectar, causing it to dribble down onto your chin and neck. Her orgasm lasts for several minutes, repeated aftershocks causing her sensitive body to rub itself against your face.

“H-Holy shit, baby.” Jisun said once the both of you felt her body finally return to normal. She buried your face deeper inside one last time before finally dismounting. Each heave of her chest allowed you to see her large breasts move up and down. A thin layer of sweat formed on her body as she smiled at you sweetly.

“Has unnie let you fuck her thighs before?” She asked.

You shook your head.

“Guess that’s another thing mommy will help you out with.” Jisun said as she helped you to your feet.

She spit on your cock several times to help lubricate it once more. The two of you are now facing each other. Jisun strokes your shaft back to full hardness before rubbing it against her inner thighs. They instinctively sandwich your shaft as the mixture of her saliva and nectar from her orgasm allow you to slip in between. Both of you let out a satisfied moan as your cock grinds against Jisun’s lips and her delicious thighs.

Her thighs were the perfect mix of muscular and thick. They possessed a unique softness to them, with Saerom’s being mostly muscular as you felt her slowly leaking onto your cock once again. Fucking her breasts was certainly enjoyable, but her thighs were thick, wide - and warm. Your newfound appreciation for Jisun’s body helped stimulate you even more as the two of you kissed each other. Your cock was nuzzled comfortably underneath her hot walls as you squeezed her asscheeks once more. This helped you increase your pace, her natural wetness allowing your cock to glide between her suffocatingly thick thighs. Jisun’s body was taking the euphoric feeling of outercourse to new heights - the two of you moaning in each other’s mouths. You savored the feeling of her creamy thighs and ass jiggling against your body with each thrust. The tip of your cock grazes her cheeks while your balls bounce against each side of her thighs wildly. The two of you could feel the pressure building up inside. You take this opportunity to gradually lower the speed of your thrusts, both of you disconnecting from each other’s lips as you press your foreheads together and breathe heavily.

“Y-You’ll fuck mommy now, won’t you baby?” Jisun pleaded. Her eyes contained a soft sadness to them, desperation in her voice.

Jisun wraps her muscular legs around your torso and causes you to fall back onto the yoga mat. Making sure she wasn’t too rough, she smiled as she straddled your lap. The lust-filled gaze on her face causes you to gulp in slight nervousness as she takes your hard shaft in her hand, stroking you before impaling herself on your cock.

Her tight walls hugged your cock instantly. Her hips meet yours, causing Jisun to release an erotic moan at the feeling of being filled. She arches her body in the same manner she did when you were eating her ass, taking you in and out of her wanton body. Your hard cock slides at a pace with zero regard for you or your comfort.

Jisun braces herself on your chest by firmly planting her hands, creating the wonderful side effect of her breasts being pressed together, giving you a delicious looking sight of the very same cleavage that made you salivate when from her earlier titfuck. Jisun’s breasts bounced up and down hypnotically as she rode you. Her previously glazed over eyes were now replaced with a determined, almost angry look. She seemed to be working out the frustration and anger that built up from her time as Saerom’s roommate, using your cock as an outlet with each thrust of her hips.

She bit her lower lip seductively, doubling as a way to prevent herself from moaning or gasping too loud and letting Saerom hear what was going on.

“D-Do you know how much you turned me on, oppa?” Jisun asked as she slammed her body up and down your cock. “How wet I got hearing you fuck Saerom unnie? How hearing you call her mommy made me want you to call me that too?”

Her moans quickly turn into loud screams that echo throughout the room as you relish in the fact that her pussy was even tighter than Saerom’s. Both of you soon find a comfortable rhythm as Jisun grabs your hands  and interlocks them with her own. As she slams her body on yours harder and harder, her eyes roll to the back of her head from how your cock causes her to lose control of her senses. Her mouth is agape, letting noiseless screams of pleasure escape as the sound of wet skin loudly colliding with wet skin helps create a harmonious wave of euphoria. Jisun’s butt rubs against your thighs as your balls touch her lower pussy lips.

“Fuck! Just like that, baby.” Jisun yells in between bounces. “Harder. Keep fucking mommy harder!”

Your worries about Saerom hearing you both were a distant afterthought as you could only focus on the beautiful woman enjoying herself on top of you. With her hands now returning to being firmly placed on your chest for support, you begin squeezing her large tits, marveling at how heavy, yet soft they were. You squeeze both at the same time, pinching her erect nipples before giving each a firm slap.

“Holy shit…” Jisun erotically screamed. “Slap mommy’s tits again!”

You granted her demand, giving each several slaps as you alternated between slapping and rubbing the tender skin.

Jisun’s body shook with pleasure - her breathing became more erratic as the sensations of stimulating her breasts and pussy were causing her to go insane. The moment the tip of your cock reached a certain spot deep inside, Jisun screamed loudly and kept you buried into her hilt. Her body tenses up as she feels an overwhelming sense of pleasure flow from the top of her head to her toes, causing them to curl up. Her body shook violently as you felt your cock flooded by her juices. Her second orgasm was a lot stronger -  hitting with such force that it almost pushed your cock out of her body.

You bounced Jisun on your cock slowly several more times as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to occur. Her muscles gradually loosen up and she looks at you with a fully satisfied smile, her eyes glazed over in satisfaction. She leans down and captures your lips, thanking you for making her feel good. 

You temporarily retreat from her freshly fucked pussy, causing Jisun to whimper as she gets on her hands and knees on the yoga mat.

“Fuck mommy’s ass, baby.”

Each word was dripping with pure lust and a desire to be filled.

Grabbing Jisun’s toned arms, you pushed her face onto the mat. You slapped her soft butt cheeks a few times with your cock, teasing her by sliding your cock between her cheeks. While you got a taste of it earlier, Saerom’s constant teasing about entering her other hole made Jisun’s wish for you to fuck her there all the more enticing. She moaned at your initial penetration into the tight muscle, her warm cavern constricting you.

“Fuck…” she moaned into the mat.

“Mommy’s ass is so tight.” you said, slowly thrusting in and out of her hole.

Her warm walls squeezed your cock painfully, arousing you even more. You thrusted into her slowly, yet deeply. Her asscheeks rippled from the force each time it collided with your torso. While you so desperately wanted to savor the moment, you knew it wouldn’t be long before your orgasm would be too much to suppress. Knowing this, you picked up the pace and held onto Jisun’s arms tightly as you fucked her from behind.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” She managed to scream between each thrust. The two of you were sweating heavily as you worked together to help you achieve the same bliss you have given her.

You gritted your teeth - fucking Jisun as hard as you could. Your orgasm could be felt throughout your entire body when it finally arrived. You thrusted deep inside her, moaning loudly as her walls wrapped tightly around your cock, pulsating as you released thick, hot semen inside her ass. Jisun came immediately right after, her climax less intense than earlier, but feeling just as good.

“That was… holy fuck...” Jisun weakly said as she tried her best to recover. “I need to get fucked like this again.”

You turned her around and kissed each other on the lips, breathing a sigh of relief as you ran your fingers through her hair. The two of you were so exhausted and focused on one another you failed to hear the door open.

“Well, well, well.”

The two of you panicked and saw Saerom staring at you both with her arms crossed, tapping her foot as she witnessed the aftermath of what just happened.

“M-Mommy, I c-can explain…”

“You finished your workout that quickly?” Jisun asked.

“How could I not when your screams filled the entire gym.”

Saerom got on her knees and brought her index finger to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. You were terrified, watching as her big beautiful eyes met yours.

“You know better than to fuck someone else without mommy’s permission.” Saerom said. “Though I will admit it was pretty hot, baby.”

“How much did you hear?” you asked.

“Why don’t you find out yourself?” she said, putting her headphones on your ears. Expecting to hear something, anything - you were surprised to learn there was nothing at all.

“Mommy heard everything, baby.”

Saerom wasted no time peeling each layer of clothing off her body, causing your cock to throb at the sight of your naked girlfriend before you. She massages her breasts, moaning as she pinches her nipples.

“Jisun.”

“Y-Yes, mommy?”

“Why don’t we both make him feel good?”

“I have just the thing to help us out.” Jisun said. Reaching into the pocket of her windbreaker, she pulls out a clear plastic bottle. She squeezes a generous amount on Saerom’s breasts, with Saerom reciprocating the favor to Jisun. Both of them have a wicked glint in their eyes as they lather your cock with it as well. Stroking you to make sure you were evenly covered, both women got on opposite sides of you.

Pushing their breasts together, they sandwich your cock in between. Having experienced being trapped by each chest separately, there were no words to describe how it felt when they both rubbed themselves against you. The friction their tits created was heavenly as the wet flesh covered your cock, only allowing your tip to be visible.

“Like that, baby?” Saerom asked.

“You like mommy’s tits more, don’t you baby?” Jisun asked, moaning as her nipples brushed against Saerom’s.

“Oh, please.” Saerom said, rolling her eyes. “Your tits aren’t that great.”

“I bet I can get more of his cum on my tits than yours.”

“You’re going to regret saying that.” Saerom said as she picked up the pace. Both pairs of breasts began to squeeze and massage your cock, trapping it in between the warmth of their heavenly flesh. 

It was the end to a perfect, stamina draining day. You only hoped this wouldn’t be the last time Saerom and you would be visiting Jisun’s gym.

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An unlocked phone vibrated, signaling a new message arrived. Attached was a picture of a woman flashing a peace sign to the camera against a beige background with her looking slightly sultry.

[10:00 PM]: Oppa! I’m coming to visit! See you soon! 🧡