#the way I audibly let out a laugh at this line

[solaceseven]

crawling back to you

pairing: sukuna x reader

genre: angst

inspired by the song do i wanna know? live at bbc by hozier

can be read as pt 2 of this or a standalone

it’s been three months.

three months since the door slammed shut behind you, leaving nothing but silence in your wake. three months since you walked away, and sukuna didn’t chase after you—not that night, not the morning after, not the weeks that followed. he told himself it was for the best. that this was what you wanted.

but now, as he sits alone in his dimly lit apartment, the weight of your absence pressing down on him like a vice, he wonders if he made the biggest mistake of his life.

the buzzing of his tattoo machine is the only thing that keeps him sane most days. his clients come and go, faces he barely registers as he inks intricate designs onto their skin. it’s the only time his mind goes quiet—when his hands are busy, the hum of the machine drowning out the thoughts he doesn’t want to face.

but the second the machine powers down, reality creeps back in. and reality is cruel.

because no matter how hard he tries, you’re everywhere.

he sees you in the smallest things—things that shouldn’t remind him of you, but somehow always do. In the flicker of a neon sign outside the shop that hums the same soft glow as the fairy lights you used to hang in your room. in the faint scent of vanilla and jasmine that lingers when someone walks past him on the street, never quite matching the way it clung to your skin. in the half-empty coffee cup sitting on the counter, lipstick smudged at the rim, and he’s reminded of lazy mornings when you’d steal sips from his mug, laughing when he grumbled but never really minded.

you’re in the song that plays softly from the radio while he works—one he never paid attention to before but now knows every word to because it was always on your playlists. in the chipped black nail polish on his coworker’s hands, a fleeting reminder of the countless nights you sat cross-legged on his couch, painting your nails and teasing him for being too still as he let you paint his, too.

but worst of all, he sees you in his reflection—tired eyes that have lost their edge, the weight of regret carving its place in the lines of his face. in the faint traces of your touch that still linger like phantom sensations along the tattoos you used to trace absentmindedly with your fingers, as if memorizing every inch of him.

and when his coworkers scroll through their phones, laughter echoing through the shop, there you are again—captured in a fleeting Instagram story from some party last weekend. grainy, imperfect, but unmistakably you. smiling, carefree, eyes crinkling in that way that always made something in his chest tighten. and god, how he hates the way it guts him, wishing—aching—that he was still the reason for that smile.

you unfollowed him. he noticed immediately.

one day, your name was gone from his notifications, your profile nowhere to be found. he tried not to care. tried to convince himself that it was just social media. but it gnawed at him. you were cutting him out piece by piece, and all he could do was watch it happen.

he lurks in the shadows, hoping one of your friends posts something—anything—that gives him a glimpse of you. It’s pathetic, he knows, but it’s the only thing he has left.

there’s a bitter irony in it all. he was the one who pushed you away first. always keeping you at arm’s length, never letting you in too close. you wanted more—deserved more—but he couldn’t give it to you. not when vulnerability felt like a weakness he couldn’t afford.

and now? now, he craves your presence like a man starved.

the shop is quieter than usual tonight. it’s late, and everyone else has left. sukuna leans back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, the faint hum of traffic outside barely audible through the thick walls. the glow from his phone screen flickers beside him, but he doesn’t touch it.

not yet.

he’s been doing this every night. sitting here, contemplating. the urge to reach out is unbearable, but something always stops him. pride, maybe. or fear.

fear that you’ve moved on. that you don’t want to hear from him. that he’s too late.

his chest tightens at the thought.

he tried to fill the void, but nothing ever worked.

not the long hours at the tattoo shop, where he threw himself into his work until his fingers ached and his mind blurred. not the mindless scrolling through social media, hoping—not that he’d ever admit it—that he might catch a glimpse of you. not the empty nights spent lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for exhaustion to drag him under.

nothing could distract him from the ache of missing you.

his friends tell him it’s time to move on. they say three months is long enough to let someone go. that there are plenty of people out there. but what do they know? they didn’t spend endless nights memorizing the shape of your smile, or the way your eyes softened when you looked at him, like he was the only person in the world. they didn’t hear the quiet affection in your voice when you whispered his name in the dead of night, your fingers tracing lazy patterns over the tattoos on his chest like you were trying to commit every line to memory.

his friends didn’t feel the weight of your absence like he did—the way it settled deep in his bones, heavy and inescapable. they didn’t know how every morning, he still reached for you instinctively, only to be met with the cold, empty space beside him. how even now, he still slept on his side of the bed, as if leaving room for you just in case.

how could he fall for someone new when he was still so busy being yours?

they didn’t see how badly he broke you when he shut you out.

the memory of your last fight is still fresh, even after all this time. you stood in the doorway, tears brimming in your eyes, asking him—begging him—to just let you in. to tell you what he wanted. and all he gave you was silence.

he thought you’d stay. you always had before. but that night, you walked away. and now, the silence is all he has left.

his fingers twitch toward his phone, but he stops himself. what’s the point? you deserve better than a half-assed apology three months too late.

but then he thinks about the what-ifs. what if you’re waiting for him to reach out? what if you’re lying in bed right now, staring at your phone, wondering why he never called?

he can’t take it anymore.

the weight of missing you presses down on his chest, suffocating and relentless, until it pushes him off his chair and out the door before he can even think twice. it’s reckless, stupid—but so is love, isn’t it?

the streets are quiet at this hour, the hum of the city softened under the cloak of night. his hands are shoved deep into his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched against the cold, but none of it matters. all he can focus on is you. the thought of you, maybe asleep, maybe curled up in bed with your phone just out of reach. maybe dreaming of something—someone—that isn’t him.

the thought twists like a knife in his gut.

he walks with purpose, even though every step is a silent war between hope and dread. what if you don’t open the door? what if you tell him to leave? what if someone else is there?

he shakes the thought away.

it’s been three months, but it feels like no time has passed at all. and yet, it feels like forever.

before he knows it, he’s standing outside your apartment building, staring up at your window. the soft glow of light seeps through the curtains, and he wonders if you’re still awake or if you’ve just fallen asleep with the lamp on, the way you used to when reading late into the night.

his heart pounds so loudly he’s sure it’ll wake the whole block, but still, he climbs the stairs. each step echoes in the silence, a quiet reminder that there’s still time to turn back. but he doesn’t. he can’t.

and suddenly, he’s there. in front of your door. it’s familiar and foreign all at once.

he doesn’t have a plan. he doesn’t even know what he’s going to say. all he knows is that the thought of another night without you is unbearable.

he raises his hand to knock but hesitates. his breath is shallow, his pulse erratic.

but then, before he can stop himself, his knuckles rap gently against the door.

seconds pass. each one heavier than the last.

then, the faint sound of footsteps. the quiet click of the lock.

the door opens, and there you are.

soft, bleary-eyed, wrapped in a blanket, and so heartbreakingly familiar that it steals the breath from his lungs.

“sukuna?” your voice is quiet, confused, and laced with something that might be disbelief.

he swallows hard, the weight of the past three months pressing down on him all at once. “i know it’s late,” he says, voice rough and barely above a whisper. “i know i shouldn’t be here. but… i couldn’t stay away.”

you blink at him, and for a moment, there’s only silence. then, softly, “why now?”

his throat tightens, and he runs a hand down his face, exhaling shakily. “because i’m tired,” he says, voice cracking under the weight of everything he’s held back. “tired of trying to forget you. tired of pretending i’m okay. i’ve tried. god, i’ve tried. but i can’t. i miss you.”

his voice cracks at the end, and he hates how raw he sounds. how vulnerable. but it’s the truth. And right now, that’s all he has left to offer.

he sees the flicker of emotion in your eyes—the conflict, the hurt, the love you’ve tried to bury—and it guts him.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, voice thick with regret. “i’m sorry for not being enough. for not being what you deserved. i know I fucked up. i know i wasn’t always what you needed me to be.”

his hands tremble as he clenches them into fists at his sides. “but i swear… i’ll do better. i will. i promise you.”

his voice is raw now, barely more than a whisper. “just… tell me it’s not too late.”

you stare at him, eyes glossy, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something softer. and then, finally, you step back just enough to let him in.

and for the first time in three months, sukuna breathes.

[grlsbstshot]

NEON LIGHTS THE FINAL CHAPTER

Pairing (Original Characters):

Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Genie Adesanya (Jayme Lawson) x Ellington “EJ” Dupree (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)

Chapters:

Neon Lights Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: One truth is revealed and everything changes.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, mentions of depression & parental abandonment -- if we missed anything, let us know!

Word Count: 6.3k

Divider Template: @cafekitsune

The tension was so thick at the table that it felt as if it were physically pressing in on him. He’d never met Ms. Lucas before but he’d seen pictures of her with his mother. The two were friends and it was a source of pride for him. His mom — surrounded by stars. It was one of the reasons he looked up to her. But both women sat at the table with him as if they were shell shocked. His mother, usually unflappable and assured, sat with a rigidity that betrayed a barely contained turmoil. Anaïs, too, was a portrait of strained grace, her eyes flitting around instead of meeting his gaze.

It was the first time he’d met her but she seemed very different from the way she appeared on tv. Maybe she just took time to get used to strangers?

“Alright,” he said slowly, his voice layered with uncertainty as he looked back and forth between them. “What’s going on?”

Toni inhaled deeply, lips parting as if fighting to say something significant, yet no words came out. Instead, she simply reached for her water, took a measured sip, and placed it back with a sharp little clink that reverberated in the heavy silence. That sound stoked something bitter inside him.

Lucian’s stomach twisted into knots. “Mama?”

He could see Anaïs flinch from the corner of his eye and it was all getting to be too much. What the hell was going on?

She exhaled, steadying herself again, and tried once more. “Baby…I invited you here to talk. There’s something I should’ve told you a long time ago.”

Lucian tilted his head, internal conflict churning within him. “Okay?” His tone was tentative, as though he were bracing himself against whatever was about to come out of her mouth. The words hit him like a misfired spark, sending his mind spinning with dread and disbelief—this was not what he had prepared himself for.

His mother couldn’t get the words out. They were stuck in her throat and for the first time since he sat down…he could believe that the two were friends. Ana pressed her hand to her shoulder and spoke for her. “Your father is my ex-husband. And my son is your brother.”

Lucian’s eyes widened, confusion and shock colliding in his mind. The words seemed to come from elsewhere, as if spoken in a language he barely understood. “What?”

Toni swallowed hard, the tremble of her voice audible. “Julian and Ana were married. They had a son together. And then…your father and I had you…And they split up.”

He could read between the lines. He was a smart boy. The way Ana avoided his gaze. The way she and his mother had seemed so united once before but now they leaned away from one another. She had been married to his father…and then she wasn’t. Then he was born. It didn’t take a rocket scientist. But he couldn’t focus on the chaos of their lives. He had to figure out a way to breathe. A heavy, burning weight settled in Lucian's chest—an aching mix of betrayal and bewilderment. He blinked rapidly, desperate to force these revelations into a coherent narrative, trying to mold them into something that wouldn’t shatter the very foundation of his identity.

“He…That’s my brother?”

James Lucas.

Jameson.

His big brother.

His gut tightened into a suffocating knot. “Does he know?”

His mother shook her head slowly. “No.”

A short, humorless laugh escaped him — a bitter sound that had no place in the moment. “Wow.” His hand flew to his face, rubbing at his temple as if to physically erase the pounding that now felt like a frantic drumbeat in his skull.

The realization was shattering. James Lucas — the world-renowned musician, the endlessly celebrated, universally adored artist — was his flesh and blood. His mother had known, his father had known, and even Anaïs had been privy to this haunting secret. And yet, for twenty years, he had lived under the illusion of being an only child. He had lived in New Orleans — isolated and distant from his mother. And it dawned on him that it was for this reason.

"Did you send me to Dad for that?” Lucian heard himself ask, bitterness dripping from his voice. “Is that why I couldn’t be with you? Why you always came to see me?”

She didn’t answer but her hand reached out, fingers barely touching his wrist. “I was just trying to protect you. I didn’t — I didn’t want my baby to be the topic of conversation. I didn’t want you to grow up with my sins on your shoulders. I am so sorry.”

He didn’t recoil, yet he didn’t lean into the comforting gesture either. Instead, every nerve in his body felt raw, vibrating with a tumult of hurt and disbelief that he couldn’t quite contain.

Memories assaulted him — a barrage of recollections desperately demanding to be reexamined for clues. Had he missed a single whisper of truth? Had he missed when his father let something slip? No, none of it made sense. He had never mentioned Jameson. Hadn’t listened to his music. Hadn’t seemed to even realize they were living in the same world. He had totally erased being a father from his life. With a sharp inhalation, Lucian pushed back from the table. “I need some air.”

Toni’s face crumpled in silent sorrow, but she didn’t try to hold him back. Anaïs wrapped her arms around his mom as he got up, escaping from the restaurant as fast as he could.

In the dim solitude of his apartment, Lucian’s thoughts churned as he scrolled through page after page of articles, interviews, and performance footage. He was on Jameson’s instagram, scrolling back as far as he could — doing his best to soak up every bit of the other man’s life. Everything he had missed. Each click on an old photograph, every grainy childhood picture, a red carpet snapshot, or a behind-the-scenes candid froze him into conflicted silence. In one faded image, Jameson, no older than twelve, stood beaming beside Anaïs and a man he easily recognized as Kendrick Adesanya — one of the greatest basketball players of all time. In another, a black-and-white magazine spread captured him at the piano, radiating an effortless coolness and a self-assuredness that felt alien to Lucian.

Staring at these pictures, his chest felt hollow. This was his brother. What would life look like if they had known each other? Would he have felt less lonely? Would his father be happier? Would they have fought over silly shit? He couldn’t know. Wouldn’t ever know. Their lives had been split apart by a well-guarded secret.

His throat burned with conflicted emotion. Anger at his mother and father for lying to him. Depriving him of family. But mostly? He was just tired of feeling so damn alone. Setting his phone aside, he rubbed his hands over his face, trying to steady his labored breathing, willing himself to think clearly amidst the chaos of revelation. But the weight of the news pressed him down too urgently.

That phone, an unwelcome reminder of the present, beckoned him. With little thought left, he picked it up and dialed. His father answered by the second ring. “Right on time. My flight leaves soon. Wanted to see you before I go…”

Lucian stared blankly at the floor, his voice raw and laden with inner strife. “Can you change your flight?”

There was a long, heavy pause. Swallowing hard, Lucian pleaded, “Please, Dad. I know. I know everything and I just…I need you here.” As his fingers curled into his palm, the message was clear in his conflicted tone: I need you to stay.

Imani and Jameson remain entwined in each other’s heated, passionate embrace well into the morning light. Their relationship had become official, and Imani was determined to celebrate their newfound status with uninhibited intimacy. A fervent, burning hunger built up within her during their period of abstinence. As soon as they became intimate again, it was impossible for them to stop, driven by a relentless need. Their only interruptions were the bodily calls—moments for rest, food, and hygiene. At that moment, Jameson was in the shower while Imani lingered nearby, absorbed in catching up on her messages and the flurry of missed calls.

Her call log revealed multiple calls from Genie, along with a voicemail. With a deep breath, Imani hit play. As the message filled the quiet room, her brows knitted together and her eyes widened in disbelief. What did Genie witness? A rush of unsettling scenarios crossed her mind, none ending well. Hastily, Imani dialed Genie back, placing the phone to her ear. Her best friend answered on the very first ring.

“I saw you called. What’s going on? Everything okay?” Imani’s voice was frantic, each word laced with urgency.

“Where are you?” Genie’s tone filtered through the phone and for a moment, it scared Imani. She sounded very unlike herself.

There was a brief pause as Imani scrambled for an excuse. “Girl, one of these brands invited me on a trip. They’ve been keeping me tied up with photo ops and networking events. I’m sorry I missed your calls—I’m here now. Everything okay?”

The secret about her and Jameson’s relationship remained theirs alone. She might have accidentally let slip the details about their reunion to her aunt, but no one else had been told. Imani intended to wait until they landed in Los Angeles before sharing the news with Genie.

“No. My father is sleeping with Camille.”

“What!? Bitch, you’re lying!”

“I wish I were, Imani.” Genie’s voice wavered as she exhaled a disappointed sigh. “I went to check on him. And there she was—standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt. I can’t believe it. I was so mad. Almost knocked that bitch out.”

Imani sat frozen, her mouth agape in shock at Genie’s account. This didn’t sound like Kendrick at all. “Oh my god, Genie.” she finally whispered, breaking the heavy silence. “What the fuck is wrong with her? That bitch couldn’t be with Jamie, so now she’s after your dad?”

Her fingers gripped the phone tighter as her heart hammered against her chest, each beat stoking her rising anger. “What a sick bitch,” she murmured incredulously. “Did Kendrick even have the decency to explain himself?”

“He—no. He told me that Jamie wasn’t his son—just that he didn’t matter to Jamie’s life,” Genie replied, her voice laced with resignation.

A heavy pause settled between them as Imani struggled to articulate the chaos swirling inside her head. Jameson was like a brother to Genie, a constant figure in her life since childhood. They met when he was nine and Genie was eight. They squabble and argue like siblings. Jameson always spoke of Kendrick with unwavering affection. There was no doubt that he did matter to Jamie’s life. The thought of shattering him with what Kendrick said sent a ripple of dread through her.

“…Wow. All for some pussy? He can’t be serious,” Imani finally managed, her voice a blend of disbelief and anger.

“I can’t believe him.” Genie muttered. “I’m ashamed of him right now. First time this has ever happened.”

“I’m so sorry, Genie. This is some bullshit.” Imani was furious – not only for Genie but Jameson too. She couldn’t believe Kendrick. “Did you call Jamie?” Imani queried, her eyes flickering towards the bathroom door where the soft, rhythmic sound of the running shower still echoed. Imani already knew her friend hadn’t told him. He wasn’t distraught.

“No. He’s going to find out but I just – I know it’ll hurt him.” Genie responded gently.

“Yeah, I’d wait a while…” Imani trailed off, the words laden with both protective concern and a tinge of selfishness. She couldn’t bear the thought of ruining their entire trip over the news.

For several more minutes, Imani and Genie continued their uneasy conversation, eventually scheduling lunch for next week when Imani would return to Los Angeles. As they exchanged their final goodbyes, the planned lunch barely registered in Imani’s mind. Instead, her thoughts churned with worry about Jameson—how he would ultimately cope with the shattering news of Camille and Kendrick’s betrayal.

It was a mess. Discovering that his ex was involved with his father was one thing, but Kendrick’s reaction to Genie was another. Imani told Genie to hold off on telling Jameson, but now she was torn. Should she break the news to him herself? It would shatter him and potentially ruin their trip, yet he had a right to know.

She let out a deep, audible sigh, so lost in her swirling thoughts that she didn’t notice Jameson quietly re-enter the room. “Everything okay?” His rich, resonant voice pierced through her trance. He settled beside her, placing his warm hands gently on her thighs.

She gazed into his eyes, ultimately deciding against telling him about Kendrick and Camille. She wouldn’t let those two ruin their blissful trip. The news could wait until they were back home.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, baby. Just wish we could stay here forever,” she replied. It was partially true. The thought of returning home felt overwhelming and exhausting, a burden she wasn’t ready to bear.

“I know, but we’ll be back,” he assured her, leaning in to press a tender kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry. We can make this a tradition of ours.”

Her eyes met his, her face breaking into a radiant smile that finally surfaced beneath her worries. “Yeah? I like the sound of that,” she responded, her heart momentarily lightened by the promises of future escapes with him. 

Sloane knew Anaïs had a strict schedule. She’d spent so much time watching, noting, and learning that it pained her to see anything out of place. Anaïs Lucas, after all, rarely indulged in chaos—her life was a series of precise appointments and rituals.

Sloane had hoped to face Anaïs alone, yet when she noticed Toni St. Cirie sitting across, a conflicted pulse stirred inside her. Anaïs and Toni shared a history that Sloane couldn’t quite decipher, and now there they were, leaning so intimately close, their voices hushed as if guarding secrets.

And then there was him.

A man unfamiliar to Sloane, sitting beside Toni, his presence oddly detached from the whispered conversation. He was younger—maybe in early twenties—tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed too casually for their refined company. What unsettled her most was his calm demeanor; he neither fawned over Anaïs nor seemed intimidated by her authority, which felt off in a way she couldn’t put into words.

Sloane sipped her iced coffee, uncertainty chipping away at her confidence as her nail tapped nervously against the plastic cup.

They lingered over an hour. She observed Anaïs speaking only sporadically, Toni releasing learning towards the man and reaching cross the table to touch his hand. The man shifting his gaze, his jaw tightening in unspoken distress. Though she couldn’t catch the details of their conversation, their expressions suggested that something monumental was unfolding—a revelation, perhaps, that could change everything.

When he finally departed, Sloane trailed him at a distance, her heart warring between curiosity and apprehension. Anaïs and Toni were left behind but this new man strode alone down the street, his shoulders set as if burdened by significant weight. Sloane maintained her pace, blending with the afternoon crowd, unwilling to get too close yet unable to let him escape her view.

He eventually walked several blocks before turning onto a quieter street dotted with mid-rise apartments—nothing ostentatious, just ordinary living. A bitter smile flickered across her face as she watched him pull out a key and fade into a brick building.

So, this was his home.

Sloane paused across the street, her thoughts tangled. Who was he? And what exactly did he mean to Anaïs or Toni? A part of her already suspected the answer—there was something in his bone structure, in the familiar curve of his jaw, that echoed Toni’s features.

A son? But why was he meeting with Anaïs?

Realizing the implications stirred a conflict deep within her. If he was indeed vital to them, then he became vital to her too—a dangerous entanglement that both excited and frightened her. Leaning against a streetlight, her smirk wavered with uncertainty as a risky plan began to take shape. Getting close to the right people was something she excelled at, even if the cost of such proximity left her wrestling with her feelings.

"We’re back together."

Jameson's voice was barely above a whisper, his hand resting against Imani's as they sat in a private area of Imani’s favorite restaurant with EJ and Genie. For a moment, time seemed to come to a standstill.

Genie’s reaction was swift, her wineglass hitting the table with a little too much force. "Oh my God. I knew it. I knew it!" she murmured, her excitement palpable even if her typically bright smile seemed dimmed.

Jameson let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, but uncertainty lingered in his mind.

"We wanted to tell you in person," Imani added, her hand giving Genie's a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Yet, doubt flickered in her eyes.

"This is wonderful," Genie replied, holding Imani’s hands in her own. "I am so happy for you guys." She nudged EJ, urging him to speak.

But EJ remained silent, his expression a closed book, casting a shadow of doubt over their announcement, leaving Jameson and Imani questioning the path they chose. And then…he rolled his eyes.

“What’s your problem with me, EJ?” 

Imani spoke so quickly that Jameson didn’t even realize she caught the action. She gracefully lifted her wine glass, the crimson liquid swirling gently as she took a deliberate, slow sip. Her gaze was unwavering, fixed intently on EJ, and her expression was one of disdain, her eyes narrowing.

“I think I’ve made that clear to Jamie and Genie.”

Things were going from bad to worse and Jameson wasn’t in the mood for it. Not at all. He could see that Genie wasn’t either.

“Yeah to them, but not to me. The person you clearly got an issue with. So what’s the problem?” “You’re chaos and all you think about is yourself.” “EJ!” 

Genie seemed to snap out of her disinterested state. Jameson was concerned though. She appeared to be on the edge of losing her shit and he leaned forward – ignoring the argument to get a better look at his sister.

“She asked. It’s true. The two people I love most have been in tears because of you.” “Ellington, you don’t know me to say that shit.” “I know what I see. You come in and out of their lives when it pleases you. What else is that but chaotic and selfish?” “You don’t know shit! You only know what Jameson and Genie tell you. You ain’t spend any time to get to know me, so you can fuck all the way off.”

“Everybody shut the fuck up.” Jameson had had enough. Dinner was fucking over. He wanted to go home. He made up his mind to talk to EJ later but keeping Imani in the middle of the argument wasn’t going to work out for anyone.

“No, let’s be real. Jamie – did you or did you not go off the deep end when she left you? Genie, didn’t you cry yourself to sleep when she dropped you?” EJ’s voice was dripping with sour irritation, his words biting and relentless.

“Nigga, fuck you! I already apologized to them and they forgave me. I don’t owe you a damn thing!”

“Fuck your apology,” EJ shot back, his tone dismissive and cutting. “You only gave it when you decided you were tired of being alone.”

“Yo! Stop talkin to her like that.” Jameson yelled.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Imani spat, her words sharp as daggers. She leaned forward, her grip on her wine glass so tight Jameson was astonished it didn’t shatter. “The apology wasn’t for you! I don’t need your fuckin’ approval, Ellington.” Her eyes fixed on him with an ice cold glare. “You ain’t they fuckin’ daddy. I don’t need shit from you.”

“No, you don’t. You just go ahead and do what you want. But you not gone run me off how you ran Camille off.” “Camille? Fuck Camille,” Imani scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “I know you wish that triflin’ bitch was here instead of me.” “Please stop this.” Genie pleaded. “I want Jameson to be happy. Do I think he was happier with her? Yes.”

She burst into laughter, the sound bitter and harsh, shaking her head in disbelief. “You don’t want Jameson to be happy. You don’t care about his happiness forreal, cause if you did you wouldn’t want him with a manipulative bitch like her. You wouldn’t want him with some bitch that fucked his father!”

A hushed silence spread across the room. Jameson could see that she wasn’t lying. Genie’s eyes filled with tears and once again – she looked dejected. Overwhelmed. EJ looked horrified. Imani looked guilty. It was true. She wouldn’t say it if she didn’t know it to be fact.

“What did you say?” Jameson asked her, not wanting to hear the words but knowing they had to be said. “Camille fucked my dad?”

“I–I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.” 

“It’s true.” Genie said softly. “I saw her at his house. She was wearing his shirt.”

It was as if his mind wouldn’t let him accept it. He tried to consider all alternate explanations to what she said but none came. He leaned back in his seat, his gaze stuck on the table as they continued around him.

“This is why I don’t fucking like you! Why would you tell him like that?!” “You know good and fucking well I didn’t mean to!” “Please…stop this.” “Who cares what you fucking meant?” “Shut the fuck up. Do you ever stop fuckin’ talking!?”

“I SAID STOP THIS SHIT!” Genie screamed out, louder than he’d ever heard it from her. Slowly, Jameson shook himself from the haze that settled over him. She was crying then. Tears rolled down her face as she slapped her hands against the table and stood up, stumbling over her seat as she glared at both EJ and Imani.

“I don’t have a mother, I walked out on my father a week ago. All I have are the people in this fucking room! And I love you guys. All of you. I love you so much and I can’t take this shit. So shut up! All of you just shut the fuck up! I can’t lose anybody else! I won’t!”

She was inconsolable. EJ reached for her but Genie pulled away from him. She wrapped her arms around herself, crying and yelling at everybody to shut up. It was the first time in almost two decades that Jameson had seen her lose control that way. He immediately got up and moved around the table, tugging her into a tight hug. 

She struggled for only a few seconds before relaxing against him, letting him hug her. “It’s okay.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I got you, it’s okay. C’mon. Let’s get you some air.”

He didn’t turn back to Imani and EJ. Instead, he walked his weeping sister out of the private room and down the back hallway of the restaurant. He didn’t know if his best friend and his girlfriend would continue arguing but in the moment, he didn’t care. Genie needed him more.

It took almost twenty minutes but eventually, she calmed herself down. He held her close, his arm wrapped around her shoulder as she leaned her head against his shoulder. The two were leaning against Jameson’s car and they hadn’t exchanged a word. Genie wiped her eyes but he could tell she was still hurting.

“They’re going to be fine.” Jameson told her softly. “We’ll make ‘em like each other.”

Genie laughed softly, shaking her head. “We shouldn’t force them. I shouldn’t have said that.” “You were upset. We understand.” “...I am upset. I’m so hurt.” She said softly. “It’s fine, G. Is it a lil fucked up? Yeah. But…it’s whatever. We’ll work it out.” “You don’t understand. Daddy is different now.” “He probably just feels guilty. It is weird.”

Genie lifted her head from his shoulder, fresh tears in her eyes as she looked at him. “Stop crying,” Jameson grumbled, hating the fact that she seemed so upset and there was nothing he could do to help her.

“He said – He said you weren’t his son.”

His heart thudded in his chest and Jameson bit back a sharp inhale. Rejection and pain hit like a blow and he knew Genie could see it all over his face. She began to cry again. “Because of Camille?”

“I don’t know. I told him you’d be upset and he just said that he didn’t matter to your life. He said it and I told him I didn’t want to be around him anymore.”

Jameson couldn’t really process the facts. Everything was overwhelming as fuck but his main priority was Genie. “Is this why you keep crying?”

Her chin wobbled and he gave her a soft laugh. 

“I’m a big boy, G. It sucks but I’ll be alright.” “I don’t want you to stop being my brother.”

She said the words softly, sounding like that eight year old he’d met all those years ago.

“I won’t. You stuck with me. For life.”

Genie scanned his face and Jameson did his best not to let the pain show. He’d had one father walk away from him when he had needed the man. Having Kendrick walk away when he didn’t need him anymore wouldn’t break him. “It’s okay.”

“I’m so sorry.” Her voice was muffled by his shoulder. They’d driven home in silence. Jameson got undressed, showered, and flopped into bed before he could even think of a word to say. He lifted his head and turned to get a good look at her. “I’m sorry you found out that way.”

That was more like her. He knew her relationship with EJ was done, burned and buried. Neither of them was willing to back down. Both felt strongly about it…and in the moment, Jameson couldn’t give a damn about right or wrong. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t but he didn’t want to talk about it. Her hand came to his head, caressing comfortingly. He didn’t know how much he needed that. Jameson’s eyes drifted closed and he rested his head against her chest.

“Genie couldn’t stop crying,” Jameson told her softly. “Never seen her that broken up before.” Imani said nothing but the steady beating of her heart against his ear made him relax. He wanted to be strong for his sister but he didn’t have to be that way with Imani. Not right now. He needed her too much. “Starting to think there’s something wrong with me.”

Imani wrapped him up in her arms, seemingly already knowing where his mind was taking him. “Ain’t nothin wrong with you, baby.”

“I’m on my second parental abandonment, baby. Something is up.”  He joked.

“Nah, ain’t nothin’ wrong with you, Jay. Somethin’ wrong with them niggas. They missed out on you.” She replied softly. “They both gone regret that shit, baby.” 

It all flashed before his eyes. One off basketball games in their backyard, going shopping for spring formal and prom suits, signing his first record deal. He had done all of that with Kendrick by his side. And now? Now it was all gone. “That man shaped my life. Changed me and my mom. Saved us. And now…I’m supposed to pretend he isn’t my father?” Tears sparked to life in Jameson’s eyes and he was ashamed of them but he didn’t wipe them away. He knew Imani wouldn’t judge him.

She continued to rub his head soothingly, her other hand dropped to his back, caressing it. 

“I’ll figure out a way. I will. I’ll never beg a motherfucker to be there for me.”

Her life was unraveling at the seams. The turmoil from her near-altercation with Genie and the crushing news of her pregnancy had yanked her from the warm, hazy euphoria she’d found with Kendrick. It plunged her into a distorted, painful reality that she desperately wished to ignore. For several days, she had attempted to bury the truth, using the fight with Genie as an excuse to distance herself from Kendrick. She hadn’t dared to call or text him, letting silence replace their shared connection. Yet, the persistent morning sickness and unexpected food cravings reminded her that this baby was here to stay—and sooner rather than later, she’d have to confront the inevitable conversation.

Camille found herself at Kendrick’s house, stepping into his living room with an uneasy heart. She eased herself onto the sofa, her eyes flickering between him and the room as he carefully placed a chilled bottle of water in front of her.

The condensation on the cold container mirrored her own trembling anticipation as he settled beside her. “We need to talk,” she said, her voice quavering with the weight of the impending news.

Shifting slightly to face her, Kendrick rested an arm on the back of the couch in a gesture meant to soothe. “Let me say something first,” he began, his tone sincere. “I’m sorry about Genie. The way she reacted was completely out of line, and you didn’t deserve that at all. She’s hurting right now, but I know she’ll eventually come around.” 

His eyes searched hers, earnest and tender. “But even if she never does, Camille, I don’t want to end this with you. I know everything seems complicated right now—but I like you a lot. I like where this is going.”

A fragile smile tugged at her lips, causing her heart to flutter unexpectedly. For weeks, Camille had agonized in silence, wondering if her feelings for Kendrick were one-sided. His comforting words confirmed that she wasn’t alone. Deep inside, though, she knew that the next words she was about to speak would irrevocably change everything between them.

“I appreciate that. I like you too,” she replied softly. She paused, her gaze falling to the water bottle, now glistening with beads of condensation, each drop a mirror of her own mounting anxiety. Unable to bear his gaze, her eyes fixated on the bottle and continued, “But there’s something I have to tell you…something that might change the way you feel about me.” Mustering the courage, she finally met his eyes.

“What is it, Cam?” he asked, his voice laced with gentle concern.

Her words trembled on her lips. “…I’m pregnant.”

She had rehearsed the words countless times in her mind, but to say them aloud made everything too real for her. Tears suddenly welled up and blurred her vision. How could she have been so stupid?

Kendrick’s expression softened immediately as he asked with genuine concern, “What? When did you find out?” He didn’t pull away or show any sign of shock—he simply maintained his steady presence, silently offering strength.

“A few days ago,” she replied in a shaky whisper, her voice cracking under the tidal wave of apprehension. “I—I don’t know what to do.” In that moment, Kendrick shifted even closer, wrapping his arms around her in a warm, protective embrace. She pressed her head against his chest as her tears dampened his shirt.

“It’s okay. We’ll figure this out together,” he soothed, his words a brief comfort against her turbulent emotions. Yet Camille’s mind was already racing ahead to another truth too messy to ignore—her next confession would make everything even more complicated.

“There’s something else,” she said, gently pulling back to study his face, searching for any sign of understanding. “I don’t know if this baby is yours or Jameson’s.”

Just like that, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Kendrick’s eyebrows knitted together in disbelief as he recoiled slightly, his face clouded with confusion and disgust – either at her or the situation they found themselves in. She didn’t know. “How could you be so reckless, Camille?” His tone was sharp.

“Are you serious, Kendrick?” she shot back, quickly dabbing away tears as her sadness transformed into frustration and heated anger. Her jaw clenched tightly, and her eyes burned with resentment. “If I’m reckless, then what does that make you?”

The silence that fell between them was heavy. Kendrick opened his mouth, as if to form a retort, but no words emerged. “Exactly…I’ll figure this out on my own,” she declared bitterly, snatching up her things. With a surge of disappointment and disgust, she stormed toward the door. Kendrick’s call to her echoed faintly behind her, but at that moment, her anger drowned out every word.

She slammed his door behind her, quickly unlocking her car door. She slid into the cold interior. She came into this knowing everything would turn sour between them, but she didn’t expect it to escalate so fast. In hindsight, perhaps she should have postponed calling Jameson, but she wanted to be over. She tapped away on her phone, her fingers trembling as she scrolled for his contact information.

Finally, she found his name and pressed the phone to her ear, listening as it rang again and again. She expected no answer. She had no choice but to leave a voicemail, her voice raw and pleading: “Jameson, I know I’m the last person you want to hear from, but I wouldn’t call you if it weren’t important. Please call me back.”

The world outside was deafening, yet in their little cocoon nothing stirred but peace. It was beautiful when it was just them. Jameson locked down — going into himself. Imani was fiercely protective. They sheltered in her Beverly Hills home and Jameson took the time to just process everything.

Jameson lay on her couch, phone in his hand as he scrolled through a cascade of comments on his impulsively shared photo — a picture of Imani, half-awake, nestled on his lap as an old jazz record whispered in the background. The post, unsigned and raw, had ignited a frenzied chorus from their fans.

They’re back together! Jamani FOREVER. We won. We missed you guys!

There was amusement in the moment but there was also an unsettling emptiness that settled over him. His relationship with Kendrick was radically changed. His relationship with EJ was fractured due to his constant rejection of Imani. Everything was chaos and instead of letting it sink him, Jameson decided to stick by the one person he trusted above all.

Not a single text or call from anyone had broken through the void. Genie’s concerned messages were the only ones that punctured the quiet, ensuring he and Imani were living, breathing, loosely tethered to the world beyond their intertwined lives. Everyone else could wait.

Now, with Imani seated beside him—her legs tangled atop the couch, head gently reclining on his chest — he couldn’t escape the fact that he would love to just be with her forever. Everything else was optional. Her phone lay face down on the coffee table, abandoned just as his had been until the persistent vibration of his own device shattered the fragile peace. Imani’s fingers unknowingly traced slow, soothing circles along his wrist.

"You good?" she murmured, tilting her head to capture his gaze.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, trying to quell the inner tumult. "Yeah," he managed, though his voice betrayed him. She held her silence, aware that pushing would only deepen the unrest.

Then, his phone vibrated again, the name Camille glaring accusingly on the screen for the hundredth time. She was relentless — calls, texts, even a voicemail he’d left unopened. Clenching his jaw, Jameson knew he could continue to dismiss it indefinitely, but a smaller, nagging part of him understood that if Camille was this desperate, the matter must be significant.

Imani’s eyes drifted to his phone. "Just answer," she urged softly.

His thumb hovered in hesitation before he essentially inhaled sharply and swiped to accept. "What?" he muttered into the phone.

A shaky breath filled the line. "Jameson," Camille’s voice pleaded.

"What do you want?" His tone was brittle, resonating with frustration and hidden hurt. He always thought when they spoke again, he'd get to apologize for hurting her. Guilt still clung heavily to him when he thought about Camille but after learning she was fucking his dad? He figured they were even.

There was a heavy pause before she spoke, "I need to talk to you about…"

The moment those words landed, his grip on the phone tightened as if to anchor himself. "My father?" he snapped, the word laced with simmering anger. "Y’all are fucking. Yeah, I know. I get it. Anything else?"

But then her voice wavered, soft and unexpected. "Yeah." Something in her tone twisted his stomach into knots. "I’m pregnant." Those words hung in the air, shocking him into a momentary freeze.

He blinked, staring blankly ahead as the truth of the declaration began to seep in. Pregnant. Suddenly, the room seemed to shrink, the air growing thin with the weight of the revelation.

After an interminable silence, he forced out a hollow laugh that sounded more like despair than joy. "Yeah? Congratulations."

"Jameson," she insisted, the note of urgency unmistakable.

Closing his eyes as if to block out the reality, he asked in a voice barely above a whisper, "Why are you telling me?"

Without pause, her voice revealed the truth that shattered him completely, "Because… you could be the father."

In that instant, the color drained from his face. Imani, sensing the hardening inside him, sat up straight and watched him with anxious eyes. "Jamie?" she whispered.

His throat felt parched. It wasn’t his proudest moment but he abruptly hung up the phone in Camille’s face, tossing the phone away as if it was the cause of all his problems. Imani just kept looking at him, confused and anxious. His reply came out in a low murmur, "She’s pregnant. She said it could be mine.”

[arxiwon]

Jealous Games

Pairing: Jungwon x Reader x Sunghoon

Genre: Smut

Warning: Jealousy, Threesome, Dirty Talk, Dominant Jungwon

Jungwon had been watching you all night. The way you laughed a little too flirtatiously at Sunghoon’s jokes. The way your fingers brushed against his arm, lingering just a little longer than usual. It shouldn’t have bothered him. You weren’t doing anything out of line, but the sight of you getting so close to Sunghoon was enough to twist his stomach with jealousy.

He couldn’t stand it. Not when he wanted you all to himself.

It had started as a casual hangout with the members, but the moment you sat next to Sunghoon on the couch, laughing, talking, and letting him touch your arm, Jungwon’s jealousy flared. He could feel the heat of his desire building, the rush of possessiveness that was too strong to ignore. And yet, as the night went on, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the two of you.

Sunghoon was oblivious, his eyes twinkling as you spoke, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside Jungwon. But Jungwon knew. He knew exactly what was happening, and he wasn’t going to let it slide.

“Is everything okay, Jungwon?” Sunghoon asked, looking over at him with a concerned smile, unaware of the tension he had just caused.

Jungwon’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze dark as he stared at you, then back at Sunghoon. “Everything’s fine,” he muttered, but his tone was anything but.

You felt the change in the air, the subtle shift in Jungwon’s mood. You turned to him, sensing something was off. “What’s wrong?” you asked, but Jungwon didn’t respond immediately. His jealousy was palpable.

Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward him, away from Sunghoon. The sudden movement startled you, but there was no mistaking the fire in his eyes. “You’re too close to him,” Jungwon muttered, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re supposed to be with me, not him.”

You tried to pull back, confusion flooding your thoughts. “Jungwon, it’s not like that—”

“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped, his grip tightening. “You don’t get to touch him like that and think I won’t notice. You’re mine.”

Before you could protest, Sunghoon stood up, his expression unreadable. “What’s going on here?” Sunghoon’s voice was calm, but there was a glint of something darker in his eyes, too. He had been watching the way Jungwon was acting.

Jungwon’s jaw clenched, his hands still holding you. “I’m tired of sharing,” he muttered, his words barely audible. “You’re too close to him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

Sunghoon’s lips curled into a small smirk. “What if I do?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing.

Jungwon’s eyes flicked toward him, the tension between the two of them palpable now. “What are you saying?” Jungwon demanded, his voice sharper than before.

“I’m saying,” Sunghoon started, stepping closer to you, his eyes never leaving Jungwon’s, “that if you’re so jealous, maybe you should prove it. Show me you can handle her.” Sunghoon’s gaze shifted toward you. “Show me you can keep her, Jungwon.”

Jungwon’s chest rose and fell with every breath, his body stiffening. He knew exactly what Sunghoon was implying, and he didn’t like it. He wanted you. He needed you. And he wasn’t about to let Sunghoon take you away from him.

“Fine,” Jungwon growled, his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to move. “But know this, Sunghoon—if we’re doing this, I’m making sure you know exactly who she belongs to.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his smile never fading. “I’m not afraid of you,” he taunted, leaning in a little closer to you.

You could feel the tension building, the competition between the two of them, but it only made your body hum with excitement. They were both so intense, so demanding in their own ways. You were caught between them, feeling a strange pull toward both of them.

“I don’t think either of you understand,” you said, your voice breathless. “I want both of you.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise before it was replaced with a possessive smirk. “I knew you’d say that,” he muttered, his voice dark and commanding. “I knew you were mine, and now I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”

Sunghoon chuckled softly, walking toward you until he was just behind you, his breath warm against your neck. “I’m not backing down,” he said, his hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, his fingers trailing down your arm. “We’ll see who she wants more, won’t we?”

Without another word, Jungwon pushed you back onto the couch, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was desperate and rough, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel how hard he was against you, the heat radiating off his body.

Sunghoon’s hands weren’t far behind, as he reached around to undo your pants, his fingers teasing the waistband before pulling them off in one swift motion. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “I think you’ll enjoy being with both of us.”

Jungwon’s lips found your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as he continued to undress you. He wasn’t gentle—not when it came to you. He needed to claim you, to show you that no one else could touch you like he could. “Don’t ever get too close to anyone else,” he growled, his fingers slipping between your thighs, making you gasp at his touch.

But as Jungwon’s fingers worked their magic, Sunghoon didn’t hesitate. He moved in, kissing you hard, his lips demanding as his hands began exploring your body. It wasn’t just physical anymore—it was about control, about making sure you understood just how badly they wanted you.

“Beg for us,” Sunghoon said, his voice deep and filled with hunger as he watched you squirm under both of their touches. “Tell us what you want.”

“I want you both,” you gasped, unable to hold back the desperate need that was building inside of you. “Please, I need both of you.”

Without hesitation, they moved together, their bodies aligning with yours, each of them entering you from different angles, making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensation. The tension between Jungwon and Sunghoon only added to the heat, the competition between them turning into a game that you were more than willing to play.

Jungwon’s thrusts were fast and deep, his hands gripping your hips as he kept you in place. “You’re mine,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “You’ll never forget who you belong to.”

But Sunghoon wasn’t backing down, either. He matched Jungwon’s pace, his hands gripping your shoulders as he took you from behind. “I think she likes both of us,” he said with a teasing smile, his voice dripping with desire.

You couldn’t hold on much longer. The intense pleasure from both of them was too much, the overwhelming sensation building inside of you as they continued to dominate you in the best possible way.

“Come for us,” Jungwon demanded, his lips on your neck, his body shuddering as he reached his peak.

With a final, shuddering breath, you came apart, your body trembling as both of them followed soon after, their hot breaths mixing with yours in the afterglow.

As the tension between them dissolved, they both held you close, their hands brushing against your skin with a tenderness that was impossible to ignore. They had claimed you, but in the end, you had claimed them too.

[bitkahuna]

“You, Councilman, are my problem. Despite your relatively new status, you hold just enough sway with the younger dwarves to be a thorn in my side. So. I’m telling you now to back off.” He watched as the Councilman eyed him warily. Bilbo let the moment hold a while longer, tension settling, before quickly breaking it with motion, pulling correspondences from his desk. “Guarantee of restitution from Mirkwood, their post-campaign route plans, and a promise from King Thranduil himself to commit more supplies to the campaign.” He said as he laid it all on his desk and turned it for Lain to see. “Everything I said I would get, I did. I’ll present it all at the next Chamber Council. But before that, I need to know if you support the retaking of Dol Guldur.”

Lain laughed, face flooded with an almost smug sort of disbelief. “Shoulda known y’d only brought me in here ta strongarm me. Spymaster through and through, aren’ ye?”

“I am.” He didn’t even try to hide it.

“An if I don’?”

“Let’s not let things get ugly so soon, Councilman.”

“Will they?”

“They very well might. Which is why I ask you to very carefully consider your next move, because I promise you, this is as nice as I’ll be.”

Lain only gave a bitter smile, looking down at his lap. “Yer gonna threaten me inta compliance?”

“Only if this isn’t enough.” Bilbo shrugged. “It’s your choice.”

Lain's eyes narrowed as he studied the hobbit before him. There was a sharpness to Bilbo's gaze that hadn't been there before, a hardness that spoke of battles fought and won. For a moment, the young dwarf felt a flicker of doubt. "And what exactly would 'ugly' entail, Master Baggins?" His voice low and challenging despite the unease settling in his gut.

Bilbo leaned back in his chair. "Oh, I'm sure you can imagine, Councilman. Information has a way of surfacing when it's most inconvenient." He paused, letting the implication hang in the air. "Your family's mining contracts, for instance. It would be a shame if certain … discrepancies … came to light."

Lain's face paled, bravery faltering. “I- I don’ know wha ye mean.”

“It wasn’t your fault, I’m certain.” Bilbo spoke with a predatory form of sympathy in his voice. His smile was less of a smile and more the baring of teeth. “You were still new to the job. Mistakes were bound to be made.” He reached into his desk once more and pulled out a copy of a contract, certain sections circled and lines underlined. “It’s a good thing the Miners Guild never noticed that tiny little misplaced decimal. Otherwise, they’d realize they were getting … shafted.” He chuckled at his own little mining joke. “And, by my calculations, your family would be in quite a debt. Tough debt to pay.” Bilbo sighed as if saddened by the situation. He was being as cruel as possible. “It really would be a shame if the legacy of your forefathers was ruined after less than five years as the head of your family.”

Lain's face had gone ashen as the implications sunk in, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "H-How did ye … ?" He stammered, unable to finish the question.

Bilbo's smile never wavered. "I have my ways, Councilman. It's my job to know things." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Now, let me be clear. I don't want to ruin you or your family. I actually quite respect the legacy your ancestors built. And I understand mistakes can happen. But I will not hesitate to use every bit of information at my disposal if you continue to be a problem."

The young dwarf swallowed hard. "Wha do ye want from me?" He asked, his voice barely audible.

-----

Bilbo girlbossing in Erebor after Thorin was too stupid to admit his feelings, and instead, gave Bilbo a ridiculously high position in his royal council.

[partiallysame]

Ghost Gets No Bitches Part 2:

second part to THIS

Word count 1400

Content warning: suggestive, alcohol

When ghost finally texted you the message was something along the lines of: 

Hello. This is the man from (insert specific grocery store name followed by the exact address of said grocery store). 

You: Do I get to know your name or am I just supposed to call you Man From Grocery Store?

Ghost: Simon

Wow ok not a talker but we can work through that. Simon knew he should take you to a proper dinner but you made him so anxious he needed somewhere safe. Comfortable. Ah yes the closest bar to his base that he goes to almost daily. When you agreed to the date the panic really set in. He’s gonna be alone with you again (he ran to Price to ask for help on what to do. “You can’t wear the fucking mask” “but why?”)

The second Ghost got out of his car he noticed Soap had followed him to the bar (how could he not, Ghost had been sweating all day about meeting his lil lass again) “you walk in that bar and I’ll put a bullet in you, Mohawk”

“Aye come on. Jus wanna see a little more of the pretty bird that’s got ya all nervous”

 Soap knew he was bluffing about shooting him until Ghost pulled up his shirt enough to show his gun and the silencer attached to it. Yup ok he really would shoot him. Suddenly Soap is back in his car.

And then there you were, picture of perfection walking towards him. Big smile and small dress oh he was fucked. He opened the door for you and you let out a “good boy” as you walked through, an audible gulp came from him. Making your way to the bar to order, you told the bartender your drink, turning to ask Simon what he wanted only to find him standing 4 feet from you, scared to get too close. “Come here.” A command. One giant step and he was by your side. You moved closer until your shoulder was touching him. Control your breathing Ghost. “What do you want big boy?” You looked up at him and he should be embarrassed that you just called him that in front of his favorite bartender but he is definitely not. He said the beer he wanted and you added “two please. He’s nervous” the bartender was trying not to laugh.

“Tab Open or closed?” The bartender asked to which you quickly said open and began sliding your card over. 

“No.” Simon’s voice was deep and gravely and his sudden outburst caught you off guard. He may let you walk all over him but there was no way he, a gentleman would let you pay. 

You turned to him, eyebrows raised, “did you just tell me no?” Voice laced with genuine surprise and his eyes got wide, fuck was he in trouble? He nodded too afraid of how to properly respond but he continued to hand his card over and return yours to you. 

“You only get to tell me that once and that was it.” You scolded him as the barkeep slid the drinks over to you. You grabbed his two beers, one in each hand to hand to your date. He nodded again in response but did not miss the way your eyes were glued to his giant hands when he easily held the two bottles in one hand. 

Making your way over to a booth to sit, someone bumped into you, slightly spilling your drink down your hand. The man kept walking until a large (big sexy) hand grabbed his shoulder. Terrified apologies stumbled from his lips at the sight of Simon. But your hand quickly found its way onto Simon’s chest. 

“It’s not a big deal. Right Simon?” He looked down at you just in time to see you put your fingers in your mouth sucking the spilled drink from them. Christ’s sake woman. Your hand on his chest could feel his racing heart beat. 

“Not a big deal mate.” He let go of (pushed) the man as he watched you finish the walk to the table you wanted. He followed but when he got to the table he just stood there so awkwardly. 

“Simon, sit down. This is a date you know.” He’s sat. You decided that if he wasn’t going to talk then you wouldn’t either. You just sat there watching this giant muscle man fidget in his seat, emotional support beer being held so tightly in front of him. Your eyes taking in all of his features, pretty blue eyes and chiseled facial features. After however many minutes of silence (Simon squirming) you decided it was time for billiards. This is a bar after all. 

“Let’s go play” your head nodding to the empty pool table. The sudden sound of your voice made him jump. For goodness sakes man chill. He downed his second beer as he stood beginning to relax slightly. The bar was starting to get crowded so you reached for his hand before making your way to the table, pulling him behind you. You’re touching him. Fuck your hands are so soft, small compared to his. How would they look holding his…  A small and disappointed “oh” came from your lips as you neared the table. A group of men had gotten to it first but with a quick clear of his throat and deadly stare from Simon they gently handed you the cue ball. You turned to face him and god you were so close to him. He thought you holding his hand was bad? Now your chest is touching his. 

“Ready to lose?” You questioned batting your lashes at him, watching his pupils dilate. 

“I was gonna ask you the same.” You bit your lip at his response, excited to finally get somewhere with this man. There was a stare down for a few moments before you turned to begin the game. 

Were you bad at pool? No. Were you good? Also no. But Simon? Never missed a shot. No no this won’t do. Quickly realizing that you are losing (you only got one turn) you changed the game. Now you’re just standing at the edge of the table, looking pretty, moving the balls around with your hands, demanding trick shots. 

“Orange here to here then this pocket.” Hands pointing around before being placed palms down on the table, cleavage exposed and Simon can’t breathe. He does it and you praise him with another “good boy.” Two more planned shots and now you’re curling your finger, beckoning him closer. 

“8 ball. Corner pocket.” Simon begins to bend to line up his shot when you move so you are sandwiched between him and the table. Breathe Simon breathe. “Go on handsome.” Fuck ok he can do this. His large body easily envelopes yours, slowly bending at the waist and you are pushed down slightly, his chest pressed against your back. Your ass pressed exactly where you want it. Simon’s arms wrap around you to place his hand under the stick to steady it. You wiggled your ass back against his crotch and you could hear him stifle a groan. You can tell he’s trying to focus on the task at hand, but let's make it more fun. You turn your head until your lips are brushing against his jaw, sliding their way up to his ear and the whine that escapes this man at the contact. His hands glued to where they were placed on the table, too scared to move them where he actually wanted them.

“If you make this, you’ll get a reward.” You pressed your body into him more, feeling what was starting to form in his pants and you could feel the vibrations in his chest from a suppressed growl. “But.” you paused for a moment and he thought he was going to break the pool stick from holding on so hard. “But if you miss, your friend from the parking lot is allowed to come play too next time. So whats it gonna be?” You removed your lips from his ear, signalling him to take the shot. A breathy and accidental “fuck me” came from him as he lined up his shot. There was no way he was going to miss this, but when you added “thats the plan” after his last comment he missed the ball all together, pool cue scratching the green fabric on the table. He stood quickly cursing every god there ever was as you spun in his arms now face to face. Your arms reached up to wrap themselves around his neck. “What was his name again?”

Part 2.5 Part 3

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Yandere batfamily x neglected reader

The manor is cold, silent as a tomb, and for once, it feels like a fitting home. You lie still on the bed, too small and fragile in the heavy, towering room. They all gather around you, each staring in shock, faces pale, breaths shallow—as if hoping that, by holding their breath, they might somehow trade their own life to coax warmth back into your cold form.

Bruce’s hand hovers over you, hesitant. His calloused fingers, so accustomed to war and violence, seem clumsy when they brush against your cheek. He trembles, silent, fighting against the whirlwind in his chest, his stoic mask cracked beyond repair. “I promised to keep you safe,” he whispers, his voice breaking in a way none of them have ever heard before. “I promised… and I failed you.” His hand, heavy with the weight of every failure, drops to his side, useless.

Dick’s hands cover his mouth, choking on a sob that won’t stay hidden. He’s the eldest, the one who was supposed to know better, to set the example. But he looks at you now, his eyes red and raw, remembering each time he walked past you, too busy laughing with others to notice you slipping away. “Why didn’t I tell you…?” he whispers, agony etched across his face. “Why didn’t I show you that you were loved?” The words fall into the silence, lost, and he knows you’ll never hear them now.

Jason kneels beside the bed, clutching your lifeless hand in his, as if he can pull you back with sheer force. His shoulders shake, his body radiating rage, despair, regret. His lips tremble as he remembers the countless times he shrugged off your gaze, ignored the quiet plea in your eyes. He thought he was sparing you from his darkness, protecting you from the world. But now he sees it for what it was—neglect, cold and unkind. He bows his head, the unbreakable Red Hood shattered, silent tears falling onto your still fingers.

Tim stands back, his face white, hands trembling as he presses his fists to his sides. The detective, the genius, who noticed everything—except you. He let the days slip by, assuming there’d always be more time, that you’d understand he was busy, preoccupied with saving the world. But now, as he watches the life drained from you, he feels a pang in his chest sharp enough to cut through bone. “I should’ve been there,” he whispers, voice barely audible. “I should’ve been a brother to you…” He stares at you, eyes rimmed with despair, the guilt hollowing him out from within.

Damian’s usual steel has melted into something unrecognizable. He doesn’t know how to touch you, where to place his hands, and the hesitation makes him feel powerless in a way he’s never known. He’d prided himself on being stronger, colder, above such weakness—but now, faced with your absence, he finds himself wishing he’d let you in, softened just a little. “You… you weren’t supposed to…” He can’t even finish, his words broken. He reaches out, almost unwilling, to touch your hand, flinching when it’s cold. His lips press into a thin line as he tries to hold back tears, but they fall, betraying the ache he’d been too proud to acknowledge.

They stay by your side, each of them reliving every lost opportunity, every moment they could have held you close and didn’t. Days pass, blurred, and they linger in the same room, surrounded by memories of what should have been.

When Alfred brings them food, they push it away. They can’t bear the thought of comfort while you lie there, untouched by life. They whisper to you, sometimes out loud, promising things they can’t ever deliver: "We'll make it up to you…we’ll fix this." But no voice answers back.

Driven by desperation, Bruce turns to ancient books, rumors, magic, anything that offers a hint of hope. He works night after night, chasing the impossible. The others follow him, each digging into their own corners of madness, driven by the need to correct what they destroyed. But every ritual fails, every lead falls cold. And the bitter truth gnaws deeper: there is no cure for regret, no resurrection from guilt.

The night finally falls silent, and they’re left alone with you, as if the universe itself mourns. Each of them curls beside you, their heads on the bed, hands on your arm, your hand, your chest, wherever they can cling to you, trying to pretend for one last moment that you’re still there. They hold on, eyes shut, whispering prayers to a god who’s deaf to their pain.

When morning breaks, none of them rise. They stay beside you, unwilling to face a world that doesn’t have you in it. They’ve lost you, their last chance to be the family they should have been, and they know now they’ll never be whole.

(A/n: no one asked and I also didn't but INSPIRED BY DIS IDEA FROM @steor-ra ILY BESTFRIEND BUT PLEASE UPDATE 💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩)

[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

lets take this to the back seat - wolverine/logan x fem!reader

NSFW

summary: after a nice dinner out together, you and logan find yourself unable to keep your hands off of each other during the drive back to his apartment, forcing him to pull off into a parking lot and give in to his urges.

wc: 2.3k

Although Logan often seemed broody and cold, he was nothing if not a gentleman when it came to you. That's why, as the two of you approached his car after leaving the restaurant where you had just dined, he first walked you to the passenger side and opened the door for you. It didn't matter that he always did this- it still gives you that giddy 'first date' teenage feeling. It also made you feel special that you were the one person he treated this way.

"Wow, such a gentleman," you said with a teasing smile. Before you slid into your seat, you gave him a playful nudge with your elbow.

Logan feigned annoyance, shooting an eye roll your way. "Common date etiquette to open the car door for your lady, sugar." The nickname brought another smile to your face and his comment roused a laugh from you. "You know I love giving you a hard time, Logan." He gave you a 'Yeah, I know,' look as he closed the door to your side and headed to the drivers side.

Getting into the car, he locked the doors and started it. You leaned over across console and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's an apology for always making smart-ass comments."

The side of his lips twitched up into what only you knew was his way of smiling with affection. This urged to you to plant a small peck on his lips as well. "And that's for the romantic dinner date."

"Hearing you call me romantic is unusual," Logan quipped back with his signature smirk. God, that witty, lazy smirk always got you. Rolling your eyes, you fastened your seatbelt. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get used it."

He shot another slight, lopsided smile your way before focusing back on the road, reversing the car and leaving the parking lot. You looked out of the window as he drove. The silence in the car was far from an awkward one; it was comfortable. That's how everything was with the two of you. Comfortable.

Though comfortable together as the both of you were, that didn't eliminate the amount of times he surprised you, the amount of times you surprised each other. Always trying new things, showing the other the willingness to explore. It was exciting. Exhilarating, almost.

Ten minutes, down the road, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. A content sigh escaped your lips.

"Tired?"

Glancing up at him, you smiled. Seeing the outline of his jaw beneath his beard, the way that even though his eyes were trained on the road, you knew he still had his attention on you. Just seeing this ignited a familiar warmth in your lower stomach. All you could muster was a slight 'Mhm,' neither denying or agreeing with his question. Lifting your chin a little, you met the crook of his necks with your softly parted lips. You planted several kisses here, listening intently to the audible reaction this got from Logan. A deep, husky sigh left his mouth. Hearing this encouraged you to continue. One of your hands found its way to his chest, tracing circles round and round with your finger, til you began to drag it down to the hem of his shirt, where you were met with the button of his jeans.

To your surprise, one of Logan's hands left the wheel, grabbing your wrist and removing it.

"Don't tease me like that woman," he said in a voice slightly above a whisper, his eyes not once leaving the road. That deep voice, the way he was warning you, made you squirm in your seat.

"Oh yeah?"

What bravery had possessed you tonight, to respond to him with a comment as testing as that?

Since he had released your wrist to get both hands back on the wheel, you returned to where your fingers had just been ripped away from. This time, you let them slip underneath his shirt, drawing a line up and down the trail of hair that lead to the waist of his jeans. You were focused back on his neck, nipping at the skin. You Logan slam on the brakes and make an abrupt right turn. This caused you to sit up and look where he had just pulled off.

Outside the car, your eyes scanned over a parking lot. Deserted of course, as it was late, and pitch black save a few street lights in the distance. Playing clueless, you asked, "Wrong turn, Lo?"

Without a single word, he put the car in park and swiftly got out, not even 5 seconds passing before he was on the passenger side swinging your door open.

"Get out."

That burning feeling quickly reignited between your thighs. Adrenaline pumped through you, excitement bubbling in your chest. You slowly stepped out of the car and watched as he slammed the door behind you. "What are you-" your question was cut short by his lips smashing against yours. You could feel the desperation in his kiss. You felt a sharp canine grazing your bottom lip, earning a small gasp from you. Your hands found their way to his chest and gripped his shirt between your fingers with desire.

That's when he broke the kiss and the contact that you had just made. He slipped behind you and opened the back door. "Get in the back."

"But Logan," you started, glancing out at the road. "What if someone sees us, I mean there are still people out this late, you know."

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't have decided to be a fucking tease 5 minutes ago while I was driving then." His harsh tone raised goosebumps on your arms, somehow turning you on even more. "Now get in the back."

It was a command, and you listened. You crawled into the backseat to where you reached the far side, then turned around with your back pressing against the handle and window of the door. Not a beat passed before Logan was in after you, door slamming shut behind him. The confined space of his car really encapsulated how big he was, how much bigger than you he was.

His hands found their grip on both of your legs and forced them apart. You were wearing a dress, so this action immediately exposed the lacy black thong you had sported for your date tonight. "I should already be fucking the shit out of you for what you just pulled on the road, but I can't resist getting a taste of you first."

His remark sent shivers down your spine and couldn't help but let your legs fall further apart, giving him complete access to what he wanted. In one swift motion, he pushed your dress up to your waist so he could get to work. You swear your heart was about to beat out of your chest. For a second, he just took you in, staring up at you from between your legs. The primal look in his eyes sent a shiver through your body. Even though you knew what was coming, you still let out a gasp of surprise when you felt his lips press against your clit through the sheer fabric of your thong. "Don't act like you didn't know that was coming," he growled, and the vibration of his words against your pussy had you soaked. He snickered at this and used his teeth to grab your panties and slide them off, spitting them out into the floor board.

"Please, I can't wait a second longer Logan," you begged. That was all it took for him to swipe his tongue slowly up your slit, his lips meeting your clit again. He wrapped his mouth around it, sucking gently. This elicited a moan from you. The sound you made while he pleasured you made him crazy and you knew it. This was only further proven when he grabbed your thighs, fingers digging in to your soft skin. There were definitely gonna be bruises from that.

Leaving your clit, he let his tongue swipe up your slit, parting your folds. Just this had you on the verge of an orgasm. He forced his tongue inside of you, fucking you with his mouth. One of his big, veiny hands left your thigh and found your clit, his thumb rubbing circles around it. "Fuck, Logan!," you yelped, your hands making his way to his head, fingers gripping his soft hair. Hearing you say his name like that made him let out a groan against your pussy. His tongue and finger switched places and now he was lapping at your clit, finding a quick, steady rhythm. You felt a finger prodding your entrance. It quickly slipped in, giving how wet he had you.

"You like that sugar?," he asked between licks at your clit.

"Yes, yes! Fuck, yes I like that!"

He somehow quickened his pace, still working at your clit while curling his finger inside you, feeling the walls of your cunt. Your body shook and your back arched up. You let out a long, helpless moan as you felt a knot in your stomach, so tight it was bound to snap at any second. "I'm almost there," you managed to spit out between moans. Your grip in his hair tightened and he let out a sound that could only be described as a growl. "Let go baby, I wanna get you there."

If his touch wasn't enough to make you cum, those words sure were. You threw your head back as you reached your orgasm, close to hitting the window behind you, but you felt Logan's hand fly up behind you, cushioning the blow. You could feel yourself dripping, a mixture of your cum and Logan's spit now a mess on his beard. He placed his finger that was previously inside you into his mouth, sucking off any remnants of your taste.

"You're a fucking mess, you know that?," he remarked with a slight smirk. You grinned back at him, still on a high from your orgasm. "'Cause you make me a mess."

Lust returned quickly to his eyes and he sat up in the seat, beckoning for you to come to him. You slid over, swinging your legs over him so that you were straddling him, face to face. He grabbed the back of your head, pushing your lips against him. You could feel him undoing his pants with his other hand and your pussy started dripping again, just at the thought of what was about to happen. Leaning back from the kiss, you looked down and saw his hard cock, precum leaking from the tip. "God Logan, you're so fucking big."

Your comment made him laugh, almost cockily. "I'm gonna make you wish you hadn't started what you did while I was driving," he growled. Without another word, he guided himself until the tip of his dick was sliding against your cunt, threatening to slip in with how wet you were. You gasped and placed your hands on his shoulders. As you started to lower yourself down on his length, he thrusted his hips upward, each inch of him getting lost in you.

Logan let out a low groan and pushed himself upward, forcing his dick against that sweet spot inside of your pussy. This sudden contact made you moan, letting your head fall against his. He stayed where he was for a second, letting your body accommodate to how big he was. "Move, please Logan. Fuck me."

He snickered and placed his hands on your hips, his familiar strong grip forcing you up on his cock. "Begging me to fuck your pussy now, eh?" Oh, how you loved his ego.

Not a beat passed before he pushed you back down, the tip of his dick hitting that spot again. But this time, he didn't stay still. He began thrusting in and out of you, watching as your pussy consumed every inch of him. His breathing was harsh, almost panting as he increased his speed. You were a moaning, wet mess, wanting to be as close to him as possible. "Harder," you begged. And harder, he did. You could feel the car rocking underneath the two of you. You could feel a second orgasm coming on, your pussy clenching around him as he continued his thrusts.

"Fuck," he groaned, letting your name fall past his lips. That was it. That was what would bring you to your peak. You cried out, feeling yourself cum around him, losing control over yourself. He kept his hands on your hips as his movements became sporadic, indicating his climax was near.

"I want you to cum Lo," you managed to say, a whine in your voice. "Cum inside of me."

"I'm gonna fucking-," he let out a grunt and interrupted himself as he slammed back into your pussy, "fill you up," he finished. You felt his cock twitch and clenched yourself tighter around him. His head fell back against the seat as he let out a long, primal groan, and released himself inside of you. You could feel his cum coating the walls of your pussy, dripping out onto the seat below you. After a few more slow, deep thrusts, he stopped his movement, letting you sink down onto him.

Your head fell against his chest. You could feel him start to get soft inside of you, but all you wanted right now was to be close to him. His hands slid up from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him so that your body's were crushed against each other. "You look so fucking gorgeous while I'm filling you up with my cum," he whispered into your hair. This brought a flush to your cheeks and you smiled softly.

"We gotta make this car sex more of a thing now."

[coldfanbou]

The Greatest Cumback

Yes, I made the title a joke. I felt like it was necessary, and I also got a small laugh about it. Also, this is practically all smut.

Length 3.5K

Gfriend X Mreader

They bowed before waving their hands. “Hello! We are Gfriend!” the girls said in sync before Sowon stepped forward. “And today, we have a very special fan meeting.” The eldest looked at her members, smiling, and felt proud to have everyone back together. “Buddy!” she shouted to the small crowd below. Are you ready?” The crowd screamed back at Sowon. The girls laughed hearing your reaction. “It’s been a long time, right, everyone? Then let’s get started!” The fansign went like any other; you got your album signed by the members and got the chance to talk to them about how happy you were to see them together again. 

Once that was done, though, you got back to your seat and waited for what was next. Eunha came to the front, waving at you all. “Everyone! We have something special for you today. We wanted to show you just how much we love you all, and we’re doing something special for that. Um…” Eunha starts laughing, struggling to think about how to phrase what is coming next. “Well, to show you that we all thought about offering ourselves to you.” There was some audible confusion coming from the crowd, enough for Eunha to have to explain it more, “Don’t make me say it! You get it, right? You get to…” Eunha shyly mimics sex before covering her face. “Anyway,  we’ll pull straws to see our order. While we get set up.” The other members stepped forward, with Yerin holding a small can with popsicle sticks. 

“Alright, who’s choosing first?” Yerin asked. 

“We should let the baby choose first!” Eunha yelled, hugging Umji from behind. The others agreed, and Umji shyly reached in, grabbing one of the sticks. “Two! Umji’s going second!” Eunha yelled into the mic. 

“Eunha! You’re supposed to keep it a secret!” SinB yelled, smacking the older woman’s back. The group laughs before pulling their sticks and making small comments about where they got. 

“We’re ready! Now, let’s get ready.” The girls laugh as they move back. Curtains created small rooms that would separate the members. The staff got you to line up, following the same path as you did for the fansign. While you waited, you got to listen to the girls moans as they had sex. Inching closer to the front, you were getting hard knowing that your turn was coming.

You got to Yerin first; she was laid back on the table, cum flowing out of her cunt, but she was ready for more. She beckoned you and held her legs open for you. “Don’t be afraid,” She teased you, her voice still full of energy. “I don’t bite unless you want me to.” You chuckle at her comment and move closer to her, grabbing your cock and rubbing it against her creamy lips.  Yerin groans, enjoying the feeling of your cock rubbing against her. Reaching up, she grabs her breasts, squeezing them as you prepare to push inside her. 

It’s easy; you slip inside her walls, instantly squeezing down on your cock as you bury yourself inside her. Yering throws her head back, reveling in the way your cock stretches her cunt. “Ah, Buddy, you're so big.” The smile on Yerin’s face makes you want to give her more. 

“Yennie,” you say softly as you lean over and kiss her. Yerin can feel your sincere love and wraps her arms around you, holding you close as she gives herself to you. You hold onto her waist tightly, never wanting to let go. You groan as you feel Yerin’s walls flex around your cock; she is signaling you to move. You tap her thigh in understanding before beginning to thrust; you pull out slowly, letting her walls come back together before splitting them apart with one firm thrust. 

“Oh, fuck,” Yerin moans, unconsciously squeezing your sides with her legs, “Keep going. Show me how much you love me.” You nod and begin thrusting into Yerin at a quicker pace. You bite your lip, struggling to contain yourself. Your eyes wander to Yerin’s breasts, watching as they bounce from your thrusts. Seeing your interest, Yerin wraps her arms around your head and pulls you toward her chest, pushing it out. Your tongue runs between her tits; Yerin purses her lips, letting out soft moans as you move from between her breasts to her right one. You latch onto her nipple, moving your tongue around the hard nub. “Ah, oh, keep going,” Yerin says, feeling a tightness develop in her core. Her breathing quickens as you continue thrusting into her; Yerin pushes herself closer to the edge by running her finger around her other nipple. Her moans begin to grow louder, and she arches her back as her walls tighten around you. “I’m cumming,” she grunts before letting out a loud roar, euphoria washing over her as she cums on your cock, coating you in her creamy nectar. You weren’t far off from your climax; a few more thrusts and you buried yourself inside Yerin, adding your cum to the mixture already inside her. Through staggered breaths, Yerin smiled, the warmth of your cum spreading across her body. Your cock continued to throb inside the young woman, pumping her full of cum. Yerin groped her breasts, squeezing them as she felt the last few spurts of cum enter her body. 

You pull out of Yerin and are waved to the next member. You give Yerin a small wave, and she returns it, smiling. She leans on her elbows and gets ready for the next fan.

You move along the table, and next in line is Umji, the maknae you love so much. She was bent over the table, her skirt thrown over her back. She was moaning softly, cum  running between her legs. She looks over her shoulder and smiles at you, “Thank you for your support.” Umji reaches back, grabbing her cheeks and spreading them apart, her asshole winking as it tries to shut. The sight got you hard. Umji’s fat cheeks were bright red, enticing you closer. You grabbed your slippery cock and rubbed it between her cheeks. Umji’s groans were low; she let go of her ass, allowing the soft flesh to rub against your cock. It was wonderful; you initially moved slowly, but your craving for more grew. You adjusted yourself and slid into Umji’s asshole, her tight walls immediately squeezing your cock.  You grabbed her waist, holding her tightly as you pushed the rest of your cock inside her. You both moaned, the pleasure flooding your bodies. Umji kept her head pressed against the table, looking over her shoulder to see the pleased expression on your face. She flexed her muscles, tightening her walls around you and making you call her name. 

You stayed buried inside her while you let yourself calm down, not wanting to cum just yet. You moved your hand to her soft ass and squeezed the tender flesh. Umji’s moans continue as you play with her ass; they’re soft, almost dreamlike. You massage her cheeks, giving them strong squeezes before letting go and repeating the process. You’d shake them in your hands, watching her cheeks jiggle. 

Once you were ready to continue, though, you stopped, moving your hands back to her waist. You pull out slowly before impaling her on your cock. Umji’s whines filled the air as you began to fuck her. Her tight asshole constricted around your shaft. The warmth of her body made you want more; you sped up, holding her against the table as you pounded away at her ass. “Ahh! Oh fuck, you’re so big, you’re so big,” Umji grunted as she felt your cock stretching out her little asshole. Her slick walls allowed you to move quickly, making her cheeks clap against your body.

“Umji, you’re so tight, you’re so tight.” You groan, almost drooling, as her tight body grips your cock. Umji's moans became more depraved as she begged you to keep going; the cute maknae that you had watched for years was begging for your cock. You were going to give her what she wanted. You held Umji down as you slammed yourself inside her repeatedly, her lewd moans growing louder and louder as she neared her climax. Umji gripped the table’s edge, her body tingling as she reached the edge. You slipped your hand under Umji and pushed her over the edge by rubbing her clit. 

Umji whined as she came, her walls clamped down on your cock, and you were forced to bury yourself inside her, filling her asshole with your cum. You were bent over Umji as your cock continued to shoot out more cum into her stomach. Umji mumbled something you could barely hear. You kissed the back of her head before pulling out, struggling as her walls refused to let you go. You spank the young woman before finally pulling away, your cum oozing from Umji’s asshole. It winks at you as it tries to shut around nothing, letting more cum run out. 

You thank Umji before moving on to the next idol, feeling tired from your last two orgasms. Kneeling on the floor, breasts and face covered in a layer of cum was Sowon. She grabs a towel and quickly wipes her face clean. She beams a smile at you, tilting her head slightly. “Thanks for coming, and thanks for cumming,” She says with a chuckle. The leader reaches for your cock, stroking you slowly. “You must be tired; let me take care of you.” Sowon scoots closer and places your cock between her tits, squeezing the soft mounds together and enveloping your cock. She moves them along your shaft at a slow pace; as the tip pokes up from between Sowon's big tits, she takes a small lick, tasting your salty cum. Sowon smirked and continued to pump your cock between her tits. “Seeing so many people try to get into the event was nice. Did you miss us?”

You gulp, struggling to form thoughts while Sowon continues to pleasure you, “Yes, Of course. I missed you all.” Your words made Sowon’s smile shine brighter; she paused her titjob to kiss the tip. 

“It makes me happy to hear that; I missed Buddy too.” Sowon takes your cock into her mouth, bobbing her head slowly as her hand moves along your shaft. You groan as her skilled tongue moves along your cock, caressing it before returning to the tip to swirl around it. The sight of the beautiful woman giving you a blowjob was becoming too much. You place your hand on the top of her head but let her continue at her own pace. You groan loudly; Sowon pushes herself further and reaches the base of your cock, her tight throat wrapping around it. You feel it begin to vibrate as she moans onto your cock. Your legs grow weak, and you hold Sowon to your pelvis as you cum down her throat. Strength leaves your body as you fill Sowon’s throat with your cum. She manages to pull away and shuts her eyes, letting the last of your cum paint her face. 

She smiles, and as you look at the painted woman, you notice her moving a vibrator into her cunt. How you didn’t notice it before surprises you, and Sowon seems to take notice as she strokes your cock, trying to get you hard for the next member. “Did you think I won’t be doing something like this? I need to cum too.” Sowon says with a giggle. “Now it’s time for you to move on. Please continue supporting us.” You nod, telling Sowon how you will. She flashes you one last smile before kissing the tip of your cock and letting you move on. 

While you did cum again with Sowon, you felt a little more energized, ready to meet the next member. Having moved through half the members, you knew your time was nearly up. Walking through the curtain, you move from one of the tallest members of the group to the shortest member. Eunha was lying back on the table, already worn out from the experience. You chuckle as you see her legs hanging loosely over the table’s edge. As you look at her body, you see the cum marking her stomach and chest; her thighs are glistening as well, clueing you into what had been happening to her. Eunha gives you a tired wave, struggling to get herself into a seated position. “Hello!” She says, mustering as much energy as she can. “I’m sorry, I don’t have the most energy right now. You’re more than welcome to use me, though,” Eunha moves her hand down to her cunt, spreading her lips. Cum dripped from her sore cunt, dropping onto the floor. As you inch closer to the shapely woman, you stare at her thighs, the thick thighs you had often seen shake and jiggle as she performed.

You grab Eunha’s legs and, much like some of the people before you, place your cock between her thighs. You press her legs together and move between her soft legs, releasing a low groan as you slide between her legs and brush against her cunt. Eunha moans softly, feeling your warm cock tease her cunt. Despite being tired, your actions made her want you inside her. She began to whine as your cock rubbed against her clit. “Can you put it in?” Eunha asks, pouting at you. You nod quickly, not wanting to disappoint her. You spread Eunha’s legs and align yourself with her messy cunt. Pushing into Eunha’s tight cunt she groans, “Ah, keep going.”  You bite your bottom lip and continue pushing in, her walls wrapping around you as you split her in two. A slight bulge is visible as you bury yourself inside her; the small woman places her hand over the bulge and groans. “Oh fuck me, please, please, please.” You pull out and ram your cock back inside Eunha. She holds her hand against the bulging area, making her feel tighter. You can feel your cock throb already as you begin thrusting. “Don’t cum yet; please don’t cum yet.” Despite Eunha’s plea, you could only thrust a few more times before you filled her cunt with your cum. Eunha threw her head back and moaned loudly as your cum flooded her body. She wrapped her legs around you, refusing to let you go, “Keep going, I want to cum.” Eunha was breathless, her chest heaving as you tried to make her cum. You continue thrusting, groaning as her walls tighten around you. You want to joke around with Eunha, calling her out for switching her tune so quickly, but you’re being drained of your energy. Eunha pushes you further into her tight pussy, making you quiver as you reach another climax.

At the very least, this time, Eunha cums with you, her walls clamping down on your cock. You thrust a few more times, coating her walls in your cum before burying yourself inside her to leave the rest of your load in her womb. You place your hand on either side of Eunha’s head, needing support. Staring at the young woman, she has a blissful expression on her face; her eyes are half-lidded, and she looks like she’s about to fall asleep. Eunha keeps her legs crossed another minute before finally you. You pull out of her messy cunt, and thank her before moving on. Eunha gives you a peace sign before lying back and resting. 

As you move on, you see it’s Yuju. She was licking her lips and laying back against the table; she gave you a small wave before walking over to you and cupping your cheek. “I bet you’re pretty tired. What would you like to do?” She was utterly right; you were tired. You didn’t want to do much of anything; you wanted to rest.

“Can you give me a handjob?” You ask. Yuju giggles and nods, bringing you over to the table. She places her hand on your cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving her hand along your shaft. With her other hand lifted her shirt as she offered you her tits. You leaned in and latched onto Yuju’s modest breasts, sucking on them as her smooth hand ran along your cock. You moaned into Yuju’s chest as she used her palm, rubbing it against the tip. 

“You’re so cute,” Yuju laughs, “I wish I had some milk for you. You’re like a baby.” Yuju slowed her hand, holding the base of your cock and slowly moving her thumb around it massaging your length. “Honestly, I’m glad for the small break. I’ve been hearing Eunha say she’s tired for so long now it’s getting annoying.” Yuju looks over at Eunha’s side, the curtain keeping her from seeing her friend, but her low moans are still coming through clearly. You groan as Yuju moves her hand up to the tip of your cock, her thumb moving in slow circular motions around the tip. “You can cum whenever you want.” Yuju pauses, looking at you with a smile. “Thank you for coming today and supporting us. It really means a lot.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” you grunt through gritted teeth.

Yuju laughs again, seeing you struggle. “Your cock is throbbing, you don’t have to hold back. Cum for me.” As if it was an order, you cum in Yuju’s had a few spurts of salty liquid shooting out onto her hand. “That’s it, let it all out. Oh, well, I guess you don’t have very much left, huh?” Yuju chuckles as she pulls her hand away and licks your cum from between her fingers. “It was nice to see you. I hope you can come to more fan meetings.” She says, beaming a smile at you as she waves you off with her other hand. 

There was only one member it could be at the very end, and it was SinB. Moving to her section, you see the young woman bouncing herself onto a dildo, one hand rubbing her clit while the other gropes her tits. SinB’s mouth was covered in saliva. It made sense that, in the end, most people were too tired to have sex. You suspect SinB got some sex, but not enough to satisfy her. You step up to the young woman and present her with your cock. SinB smirks and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out for you. You push your cock inside the warm hole, feeling SinB’s tongue run along the underside of your cock. Her lips form a seal as she bobs her head, cleaning your cock of the cum and nectar on it. You tilt your head back and groan, reveling in the feeling of her tongue swirling around your cock. 

You begin to thrust gently, wanting SinB to take more of your cock. She willingly accepted it, allowing your cock to stretch her throat. She stays at the base of your cock; nose pressed against your skin, tongue lapping at your balls. As you pull back, SinB laughs, “Oh, that’s so good. I wish you’d fuck me, though. Maybe you could come to our dorm someday.” SinB said with a wink before swallowing your cock again. 

You nod, groaning, “That would be great.” You held SinB’s head and mustered the rest of your strength, thrusting into the back of her throat. The lewd sounds of SinB gagging and moaning on your cock fuels you, giving you the energy to continue. Saliva splashes onto SinB’s face, covering her chin. Her eyes become bloodshot, and tears run down her face as she starts to run out of breath. You pull out, giving SinB a chance to breathe. As she does, you slap her face with your cock, degrading her. She moans, letting you slap her with your cock as she bounces on her dildo. You slip your cock back into her mouth, slamming it into the back of her throat. SinB opens her mouth wide, letting you use her like a toy. She could feel your cock throbbing against her tongue. SinB moved her hand to her clit, wanting to cum as you skull fucked her. In a matter of seconds, you began cumming down her throat. SinB stares at you, her eyes half-lidded as she drinks every drop of cum. 

“Thank you for the cum,” SinB mutters, wiping her chin. She pushes two fingers into her mouth, playing with her tongue as she gathers her breath. You return the thanks from SinB and move on, heading back to your seat, absolutely drained. 

When everyone had finished, there was a moment of quiet before the girls emerged from behind their curtains, naked, with their bodies marked by the various fans present. The girls leaned on each other for support, struggling to stand up. Sowon held her microphone. “Buddy! Thank you for showing us your love tonight!” You all clapped, showing your support for the girls. “We’ll make sure to try hard for you guys!”

[planetaryupscaled]

Steamy Vacation

Male OC x Yeji x Yuna

Tags: 5k, cheating, oral, creampie, threesome

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

“Fuck! Yesss! Keep going!” Hwang Yeji moaned.

“Almost there,” Minho told Yeji as he repeatedly impaled the ravishing idol with his cock.

“Little bit longer…almost there,” she said between breaths. “Do it…at the same time.”

Both of them were naked and having sex in the Jeju apartment bedroom. Minho had his arms on either side of Yeji as he was on top of her doing her in the missionary position. She had one of her legs wrapped around him and as her third orgasm of the afternoon approached, she reached up and grabbed onto his biceps.

“Now, Minho. Now! Annhhhh!,” She let out a loud moan as she came, and watching her o-face and feeling her already incredibly tight pussy clamp on his cock drove him to fill the condom he was wearing with his second load with her that day. He lowered himself to kiss her before rolling off of her. She let out a pleasurable sigh, and then said, “I love vacation sex.”

“You’re happy to be out for a bit, or are you happy to be on vacation from your boyfriend?”

“Watch it,” she said giving him a playful slap. She didn’t like him talking about her boyfriend, especially not while they were both naked together. Minho and Yeji’s boyfriend had never warmed up to one another. Minho wasn’t sure what the deal was between Yeji and her boyfriend.

They had been dating for several years, but that didn’t stop her from hooking up with him after that summer time in Busan, at first, he thought it was supposed to be a one-time thing but one thing led to another, now he just consider himself a lucky guy.

You bet he is.

“Sorry,” he apologized.

“I need to take a shower,” she said, getting out of bed and walking naked to the bathroom.

“Want some help?” he asked as he followed her.

“No, we need to get ready,” she told him.

“We have time,” he said as he plopped the used condom into the trash bin.

“Not really, and we both know what will happen if we get in the shower together.”

“I’m not sure if you can, but I can control myself,” He said confidently, but jokingly. She did not give an audible answer, she rolled her eyes at him and then looked down. She slapped his cock lightly, and his erection bobbed up and down for a moment.

“Alright, fair point,” he conceded, “but you know what we could be doing is better than seeing anything on Lotte.”

“Yeah, sure,” she laughed. “Look, I promised Yuna I’d take Hongsam for a walk before leaving, so you can go do that while I shower. This way I don’t need to worry about you sneaking in with me.”

“So you’re kicking me out?”

“Temporarily,” she answered and lightly pushed him back until he was outside the bathroom. Minho didn’t put up a fight and just redressed. He then went to take Hongsam for a walk. Hongsam was Shin Yuna’s dog. The room he was just having sex with was the guest bedroom of Yuna’s apartment, which they rented while performing here in Jeju.

Minho too was visiting Jeju, but he was there for work and was staying at a hotel room that his employer was paying for. He was happy that his trip lined up with ITZY performing so he could see his friend perform on stage.

Though it appears as though Yeji might have had some other ideas for the trip as well. The two went to lunch together, and then she invited him back to Yuna’s place to hang out before the show. And from there, things quickly progressed into them having two rounds of sex on the guest bed.

After about thirty minutes, Minho took Hongsam back to the apartment and gave him a treat for doing his business. As Yeji got dressed, he took a quick shower to wash the sex scent off himself. Once they were both dressed, they got a quick bite to eat since they were planning on having a very late dinner with Yuna after the show.

Yuna had left them tickets and they were in their seats with five minutes to spare before the curtain opened. ITZY was great on stage, though Minho could not help but notice how good Yuna looked. Dressed in black with her legs exposed in black tights. He was still a little turned on from being with Yeji that afternoon and watching Yuna was not subduing those feelings.

Yeji notices after they’ve finished their performance. She saw how focused Minho was on the stage, and it was after the intermission that she thought she noticed a lump in his pants.

“I can’t believe you had an erection,” she laughed.

“Quiet,” he tried to hush her.

“Was that just from watching us, or were you thinking about something else?”

“Hoping I was thinking about this afternoon?” he quipped while waving at Yuna as she came out the door. She waved back but had to sign some fan autographs and take selfies before she could go with them.

“Want me to stand in front of you? Hide any boners you might get.” Yeji said.

“Is that the reason you want to stand in front of me? In case I get an erection, I’ll have someplace to hide it.”

Her teasing him had somehow morphed into some high-level flirting. As Yuna got closer, bringing more people closer to them, they quit talking. Though even when they went to go have dinner with Yuna, Yeji dropped a number of euphemisms and double-entendres during their meal. She told Yuna that they had Minho’s “full attention” throughout their performance. Minho was not entertained by this, but he did his best not to show it and have Yuna catch on.

After they eat, they all went back to Yuna’s apartment. Yuna went right to her room to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt, and then she took Hongsam outside for a quick walk. Minho thought it was time for him to leave, but Yuna told him to stay and they could hang out for a bit when she got back. Once she was out of the apartment, Minho turned to Yeji and snapped at her “What the hell was all that?”

“All what?” she played coy,

“All that stuff at dinner. All the erection innuendos.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Minho paused and thought a moment. “You know, I thought you were just making fun of me, but now I’m thinking that you’re jealous that I might have gotten hard looking at Yuna.”

“There was no might about it,” she snidely replied.

“See I knew it.”

“Look, Minho, I’m sorry you had a HARD time at dinner, but you’re crazy if you think I was jealous of anything.”

“I’ll show you a hard time,” Minho snapped back and lowered the fly on his jeans. Yeji excitedly bit her lip as she saw him reaching into his pants…

When Yuna got back to her apartment, she heard some strange sounds and noticed that neither of her friends were anywhere in sight. She took off Hongsam’s leash and gave him a treat before she went to investigate. She followed the sound to the hallway and before she rounded the corner she heard a loud moan from a woman. Turning the corner, she found her friends in the hall.

“What’s going on here!” Yuna exclaimed. “I can’t believe you two.” Of course, it was extremely obvious what was happening. Yeji was braced against the wall in the hallway with her pants down just above her knees, and Minho was right behind her with his pants below his ass, and his cock pumping in and out of Yeji.

“Oh God, this isn’t…ummm…” Yeji tried to think of something to say.

“This is exactly what it looks like,” Minho said and then withdrew his cock. Exposing his condom-wrapped hard cock to Yuna, with it glistening in the hallway light from her friend’s pussy juices.

“Wow, she was pretty wet, huh?” Yuna said as she looked at his cock and took a few steps forward.

“Yeah, she is,” he agreed.

“Let me ask, are you hard because of her, or because you are still thinking about me on stage?” Yuna asked, and Yeji laughed. Minho’s head quickly snapped and looked at Yeji.

“You told her? When?” He wanted to know.

“I texted her about it as soon as the show was over.”

“So the whole time you were making subtle jokes during dinner?” he asked Yeji.

“I knew what she was doing,” Yuna answered.

“Don’t worry, I found it flattering.”

Yuna then grabbed hold of his cock. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” she suggested.

The three of them quickly moved into the guest room.

Yuna had Minho sit on the edge of the bed and she dropped down to her knees. She yanked off the condom and began sucking his cock. While Yuna hungrily sucked his dick, Yeji stood nearby and began stripping out of her clothes. Once naked she got onto the bed with him. She and Minho began kissing, and he reached out and began fingering her. Yeji moaned into his mouth when she felt him slide a second finger into her. Yeji eventually reached down for his cock that Yuna was still sucking on. Yeji’s hand replaced Yuna’s on his shaft and she began stroking him while Yuna’s lips and tongue focused on the tip. Eventually, it was all too much for Minho. He could no longer even concentrate on trying to kiss Yeji, he was just lost in the feeling of pleasure he was getting on his dick.

“So how is she?” Yeji asked.

“Soooo good.”

“Is she better at it than me?”

“No chance I am answering that,” he said smartly.

“And you really don’t want to play that game,” Yuna teased Yeji before going back to giving him a blow job.

“Well, you do look good with a dick in your mouth,” Yeji teased her back. Yuna responded by flipping her off.

“She is right, you do,” he told her honestly.

“Yuna, I’m going to…”

“Then do it already,” she told him. Like with Yeji, Minho and Yuna had hooked up dozens of times after that summer in Busan. Also, just like Yeji, Yuna was currently dating a guy that Minho disliked. While Minho never got along well with Yeji’s boyfriend, it was Yuna’s that he really didn’t much care for. He could not understand how they ever got together or why they are still together.

Normally he could feel Yuna swallowing as he came into her mouth, this time he could not. He found out the reason for that after he finished cumming. Yuna dragged her lips off his cock with a pop before opening her lips to show him all the jizz she’d collected in her mouth. Yuna then got up off the floor and moved to Yeji. She grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. Minho watched as the two pretty idol kissed, and saw Yuna push some of his cum from her mouth to Yeji’s, with some trickled down the sides of both of their lips as they kissed and snowballed his cum.

Even after they had swallowed all of the cum, they continued to kiss. Yuna was the aggressor, and Yeji fell backward to the point that Yeji fell backward.

Yuna did not allow Yeji to escape and crawled onto the bed, so her knees were right on the edge with her feet hanging off of it, and her hand propped her up as she leaned over Her teammate before bending back down to kiss her some more.

Minho, just like any other guy in his position, could not help but get aroused by the sight next to him. If his dick deflated at all after the blow job, it was now back to full mass. He took off his shirt and kicked off his pants and boxers, which had pooled around his ankles as Yuna began to suck his cock again.

With Minho and Yeji now naked, there was only one person in the room who was still wearing clothes. Yuna except for having no shoes, was still dressed as she was when she took her dog out for a walk. That did not last long. Minho got off the bed, positioned himself behind Yuna and yanked down her sweatpants. She had a pair of white panties that were soaking. He could clearly see how wet they were.

He put his hands on Yuna’s ass and bent down to look at her flawless backside. Her smooth-shaven pussy was literally dripping wet as he ran his tongue along her slit, licking up all her excess juices. Yuna sat up and moaned as she felt his tongue. She then turned around to face him when she felt his tongue pull away.

“Don’t tease me…” she pleaded.

“Trust me, I’m not,” he told her and then slid his hard cock inside of her. She was so wet that despite being crazy tight, he had no issue sliding his dick into her. Yuna moaned and smiled back at Minho, who began to fuck her from behind.

“God I missed this,” he told her. “You feel so good… so tight.”

“Nnhhh yesss,” she said with pride about how tight she was.

“Ahhh, I’ve missed this too,” Yuna told him as he slowly began working his dick in and out of her.

Despite Yuna laying on top of her, Yeji was feeling left out of the action. She reached up and gave Yuna’s hard brown reddish nipples a tweak. Yuna let out a bit of a yelp when she felt her nipples suddenly being played with.

“Oh, oh, wow, already, ugghhh,” Yuna moaned. It had only been a few minutes, but Yuna was so aroused even before Minho had his cock in her that it didn’t take long for her to reach the point of near orgasm. She grunted as her pussy gushed as she came, dripping down onto the bed she soaked the bedsheets beneath her. Minho pulled out of her and Yuna rolled over onto her back.

“That was a good one,” she said, sounding satisfied.

“You know, I was on the verge of something close to that before you interrupted us earlier,” Yeji said, reminding the other two that she two was still on the bed.

“I can help you out with that,” Minho replied.

“You, better,” she told him. She had him lie down on the bed and was quick to get on top of him. She was quick to sink down on his dick and began riding him. While she was on top of him, Yuna slid next to him.

“Doesn’t she have the cutest nipples,” Yuna whispered to Minho as she watched her friend methodically grind on her snatch on top of him.

“Yeah, she does,” he agreed, as he reached up and cupped her tit and ran his thumb back and forth over her small nipple. Yeji moaned as she felt her tits being played with. Minho groaned as Yuna kissed the side of his neck. Having one idol ride him while the other kissed and rubbed his chest made him even more excited. He then grabbed Yeji’s hips and started thrusting his cock up into her. Yeji’s moans were getting louder as he fucked her hard and fast. After a few minutes, he flipped her over. Once again Yeji was on her back with Minho between her legs. She raised her legs and spread them wide as he pushed back into her. Just like the afternoon, Minho and Yeji were doing it missionary. However this time, Yuna was right there with them.

After stripping off her shirt and removing her pants completely, Yuna went back and forth kissing both of them. Now with Yeji on her back, Yuna’s hands roamed over her friend’s chest, playing with her tits. Looking over at Yuna, Minho could not help himself from reaching over and pushing two fingers into her tight cunt. He fingered her for a minute before pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean. Minho remembers the first time he ever went down on Yuna, and he couldn’t believe how good she tasted and still tastes just as good now as she did then. He then pushed his fingers right back into her, which caused Yuna to moan right into Yeji’s mouth as they made out.

After several more minutes, Yeji got the orgasm she desired, but Minho still continued to pound her pussy. He thought about pulling out and driving back into Yuna, but she whispered something in his ear that made him change his mind.

“Are you close,” Yuna asked between neck kisses she was giving Minho.

“Kind of,” he grunted.

Yuna then moved right up beside his ear, “Cum in her,” she whispered, giving him a devilish smile. Unlike Yuna, Yeji almost always made Minho use a condom when they hooked up. He was so caught up in the moment that when he switched between the two women, he didn’t think about a condom. Now that he had noticed it, he was becoming increasingly aware of how her pussy felt around his cock. He then began fucking her faster, harder.

“Ohh ahnn, fuck!” Yeji called out in response to him taking things up a notch.

“That’s it, Minho,” Yuna encouraged. “Fuck her good, and fill her.”

“Fill me?” Yeji asked. “Wait, condom.” You’re not wearing a condom?

“No,” He informed her.

“Ahh…shit…” she said.

“Just let it happen. You know you want it,” Yuna advised Yeji. She thought for a moment, as Minho continued to rail her.

“Fuck it…” she gave in.

“Slut,” Yuna giggled at her.

Minho’s response was to grab Yeji’s legs from out on the side and move her legs up over her head. He continued fucking her hard as he had her folded in half.

Yuna repositioned herself behind Minho as she watched her friends fuck. She encouraged him.

“Stop holding back and do it, she wants it, breed her.”

He could feel her tits pressing into his back, her hands moving around his body, and her lips working on his neck and shoulder between whispering into his ear.

He looked down at Yeji’s face as he thrust into her. He could feel the build-up rising in his balls, and the look on her face said that she was closing in on another orgasm as well.

“I- I’m gonna cum,” he announced, giving Yeji one last chance to back out. She just gave him a simple acknowledgment nod as she moaned. He gave three more pumps before burying his cock deep inside her.

“Oh god, Minho,” Yeji moaned as she felt the steady stream of cum filling her unprotected womb.

When he did finally stop and did pull out, Yuna was right there to polish his dick clean of the mix of his and Yeji’s cum. Though Yuna did have ulterior motives as well. Even after she had given his cock a spit shine, she still kept blowing him for a bit longer, not giving his dick any chance to go down at all. Once she felt his cock twitching in her mouth, she knew he was ready to go.

She had Yeji move up on the bed and then she laid down herself between Yeji’s legs. Yuna then went to town on her friend’s well fucked pussy, freshly full and leaking with cum.

Yuna then lay on her stomach in front of him. He knew she loved to do it prone, and he had an open opportunity to do that, but he was going to put that on hold for a minute. He had already creampied Hwang Yeji; there was no way he was not going to do it to Shin Yuna as well, but first, he was going to eat that pussy.

Minho got down low and spread Yuna's legs. Feeling him move her, she gave up little resistance and allowed him to move her body as he pleased. With her legs now open, he then spread Yuna's ass with his hands, allowing him deep into her while burying his tongue.

For the next several minutes, the three of them were laying in a straight line. Minho laying on his stomach eating Yuna out, who was laying on her stomach eating out Yeji, who was on her back. Yeji was the first to cum, as she cried out while grabbing onto the bedding which between sweat and cum was becoming wetter and wetter.

Before Yuna could have one of her own, Minho pulled away from her. She let out a disappointing groan. That groan was soon replaced by a sudden squeal from the petite idol as she felt Minho wedge his cock into her cunt. Yuna was still eating her friend even after Yeji orgasmed, However, she soon became too distracted to continue. She almost had an orgasm from his tongue as he took her prone on the bed.

“Yes, Minho, keep going,” Yuna moaned.

She was now holding onto the bed tightly. She was so close that she began rocking her body back into him. It was only a matter of time, Minho could feel the buildup happening, and then suddenly she popped. Yuna cried out and once again she drenched the bed below her as her body twitched in orgasm bliss. Minho pulled out as soon as he felt her cumming. God knows he loved that feeling from her, but he loved it a little too much and was not ready to be done with her.

While Yuna was cumming, and then coming down from her high, Yeji moved in and she repeated what Yuna had done and sucked his cock clean of the other’s juiced. Once she had sucked him clean, both Minho and Yuna were ready to take things to the next step.

Neither were usually much for reverse cowgirl, but there was a full-length mirror across from the bed and on the far wall. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Yuna on top of him. She sat right on his cock and began to bounce on it. The two of them are looking at each other in the mirror. She has a bright smile on her face and her perky tits are shaking as she bounces up and down on his dick. For the first two minutes or so, Minho is just happy to observe Yuna. Putting aside the sensation of her tight pussy gripping his dick as it moved up and down the shaft, seeing a naked Yuna bouncing like this made him feel extremely lucky.

Eventually, he did get into the action, brushing her hair over to one side, and then moving his hands around her body. One hand when north to cup her breast and the other traveled south between her legs. As she had done to, him, he began kissing the side of her neck as he rubbed her clit and tweaked her nipple.

“You know this was what I was thinking about when you were on stage, right?” he said into her ear. “As good as you looked on stage, I couldn't stop thinking about your sexy body and how you'd look doing all that without anything on.”

“That’s why you got hard?”

“Um-hm,” he said as he kissed her neck. “And then my mind went to how much missed the feeling of cumming inside your tight pussy.”

“Maybe you should stop thinking about it and do it already,”

“You want that?” He asked her.

“You know I do,” she moaned. Minho had her spin around. She was now sitting on his lap, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his back. With their faces just inches apart now, they began making out as they fucked. Yuna rolled her hips while on top of him. He did not give her any warning before cumming. He just moaned into her mouth as they kissed and let it go. Exploding his load into her. When she felt him cumming, she moaned right back to him and her nails dug into his shoulder. Even as he was cumming she continued to move her hips until she got off once again as well. After they finished, they moved back and laid on the bed next to Yeji, who had been fingering herself while watching her friends fuck .

The three of them all lay in a pile in the guest bed for a few minutes, catching their breaths and coming down from the sexual high. Yuna suggested that if they were going to go to sleep, they should all go to her bedroom. She didn’t say why, but they all knew the why. Between sweat, cum, and vaginal fluids, the sheets on the guest bed were at a minimum moist, and in spots were just flat-out soaked. So they got out of the guest bed and headed to the master bedroom, but before getting back into bed it was suggested that they should all take a quick shower first.

While they washed the sex off of each other, there was a significant amount of bumping, grinding, and touching as they shared the shower. Some of it was unintentional, some of it not so much. The bumping increased as Minho’s shaft swelled to its full size. Yeji and Yuna enjoyed teasing him.

Although the teasing from the two pretty idols was becoming a little too much for him. He finally snapped when Yeji dropped the loofa and bent down with her straight legs and her ass pointed right at him as she went to pick it up. He couldn’t help himself and quickly moved right up behind her and thrust half his cock into her.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Yeji yelped in surprise.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he told her as he pushed the rest of his cock inside of her. She said nothing, so he began fucking her. Yeji raised back up a bit and put her arms out to brace herself against the shower wall. Yuna was not going to be left out of the action. She moved to the side of both Yeji and Minho. With one hand she pulled his face down to kiss her, and with her other hand, she moved it between Yeji’s legs and teased her clit.

“Oh god, seriously Yuna?” Yeji moaned and questioned her friend as she felt her love button being played with. Not to leave her out, Minho moved a hand between Yuna’s legs and fingered her while the two of them made out as he fucked Yeji. With the two of them working on her, Yeji did not last long. She let out a moan and her leg buckled as she came. Minho grabbed her around her waist to make sure she did not fall.

Once she was steady on her feet, Minho pulled out of her and turned to Yuna. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and leapt up. Minho grabbed her body and quickly had his cock completely embedded in her. As they fucked, Yeji gave herself another long rinse under the shower spray before leaving the stall.

“You two have fun,” she said then gave him a long loving kiss. “Thanks for today,” she told him before stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel.

Meanwhile, Yuna and Minho were lost in their own lust-filled world, aggressively fucking against the glass of the shower stall. Yuna had her back against the glass with hands holding onto the top of the shower above, and her legs over his shoulder. The two were going at it, until Minho tried to readjust his stance and almost slipped on the shower floor, nearly bringing them both tumbling to the floor.

After that, they briefly stopped what they were doing, turned off the water, and exited the shower. They did not move far as they set up right on the large bathroom countertop. Yuna stood in front of the counter and bent down at the waist, pushing her ass back against him. He quickly got behind her and lifted her leg onto the counter before sliding his manhood straight back into pristine her pussy. As they fucking on the counter they maintained eye contact nearly the entire time through the mirror.

“God, Yuna. You feel so fucking tight” he groaned.

“Ehm-mm, anhhh, fuck…”

“I can't hold out for much longer.”

“Cum inside me...pleaseee, Anhhh…”

“Turn around!” he said.

Yuna had barely gotten her foot on the floor when Minho grabbed her hips, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. He quickly inserted his cock back into her. After two more pumps, Yuna expressed her desire for him to unload inside of her.

“Now Minho, do it now!” She demanded him and his cock busted, and that feeling got Yuna to hit her climax as well. They both came hard. He moved in to kiss her, and they exchanged a series of kisses, as euphoria from their orgasms died down. They cleaned up a bit and went into the bedroom and saw Yeji sleeping in the bed. Minho had to work the next morning and debated heading to his hotel at that point in the night.

Yuna asked him to stay and when he was still on the fence, she promised him a morning blowjob before he left. That made his decision an easy one. He set his alarm for a few hours and got into bed with his two idols friends. Yuna slept on her side in the middle of the bed facing Yeji, while Minho slept on the other side spooning Yuna.

Yuna kept her word and gave him a blowjob when his alarm went off the following morning. Minho got a great start to the day before heading to his hotel room for a quick shower and change of clothes before heading out to work.

—

Yuna called him later that night.

“Hey, do you mind coming over on Friday and taking Hongsam for a walk after you’re done with work? I can leave a key for you at the front desk.”

“On Friday? Yuna you know that’s my last night here. I was planning on going out with people after work.”

“I know, but I thought you could help me out and then we can do something after the show.”

“So you want me to take your dog out and then just hang out at your place alone for a few hours?”

“Yes, but I would put it as more as, I was hoping you’d be waiting in my bed… preferably with your pants on the floor.”

[catbolt]

— RESONANCE

[SOUNDTRACK] Spell #6 - Part Time || ▶︎

You resonate for the first time with Sylus-- in bed.

[TAGS] sylus x mc, smut (wholesome lovey dovey sex while resonating), vanilla, vulnerable!Sylus, mc taking the lead, cockwarming

[A/N] ngl despite all the spicy banner frenzy im still kinda reeling over the sylus myth i just finished getting thru so this is me coping

[WC] 3k

songfic 4/?

Thick carpets of rain cascade down outside, rhythmically pattering on the window as she snuggles into Sylus’ shoulder a little closer under the blankets. He chuckles, the low vibrations of his laugh reverberating through her. “What, are you getting scared on me now?” “No,” she protests, eyes flicking from the gory scenes playing out on the TV at the foot of the bed up to Sylus’ warm gaze as he looks down at her. 

“Funny, because I could have sworn you just shivered against me.” He playfully squeezes his thigh where her hand rests. 

“Did not,” She insists, moving to pinch his arm in retaliation. He lets out a grunt of surprise. “Plus, I was the one who suggested it. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I was scared.”

“Fine, touche,” Sylus relents with a chuckle. “But you totally shivered.” “Maybe I’m cold,” she mutters.

“Cold?” He pulls up the blankets higher over both of them. “Want me to get another blanket?” “It’s fine. I can think of another way you can warm me up.” She smirks in his direction, but finds he’s completely missed the innuendo, instead just innocently pulling her closer to him, wrapping his big arms around her as they snuggle closer. His fingers trace soothing lines over her back. “I’m warm. If you get closer to me, it should rub off on you,” he murmurs softly. 

She chuckles to herself at this odd moment of innocence from someone who’s usually so sharp and sardonic, wrapping her arm around him in turn. In this position, she’s barely even able to see the TV, only the flashing lights reflected on the ceiling and Sylus’ face. She watches him for a while as his eyes remain trained on the screen.

“That part was so gross,” he mutters, gesturing to the screen. “Why did they have to make it like–” as he meets her eyes, he realizes they’ve been on him the entire time as she rests nestled in his arms. He lets out a soft huff. “You aren’t even paying attention. I can’t be more interesting than the movie. They just killed off like five of the characters at once.” “Oh, I think you’re a lot more interesting,” she responds with a gentle laugh. 

“Am I?” He says, eyes flickering back to the movie for a moment once more before she has his full attention. He leans over her, his arms fully encircling her under the soft blankets. One of his hands rises to stroke her cheek gently and his voice falls to nothing more than a whisper. “Do you want me to pause the movie?” 

He’s barely audible over the sound of the storm outside, cracks of thunder starting to mingle with the rain that has become torrential and relentless in its assault against the window.

“We don’t have to pause it. It seems like you were enjoying it.” As she looks at him she’s caught in his arresting crimson gaze. The feeling is like being stuck in molasses, her entire body entirely surrounded, submerged completely in the aching warmth of it. 

“How about I just lower the volume?” he murmurs, his hand momentarily slipping out from under the covers to find the remote. “You have my full attention, sweetheart.” A small smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as she takes in how off-kilter she suddenly looks, as if he’s seeing her for the first time again. “You look like a deer in headlights,” he murmurs, leaning down until his nose is brushing hers. “Why do you do that sometimes? When I look at you…”

She feels his soft breath against her lips and suddenly everything else– the movie, the rain– is white noise. “I don’t know,” she says softly. “I just feel overwhelmed a little when you look at me so intently.”

“Overwhelmed?” He pulls back just a hair. “In a bad way?”

“No,” she reassures him firmly, her hand snaking behind him and tangling in his hair, gently pulling him closer so their noses are once again touching. “Not in a bad way. I like how you look at me. Like I’m something precious.”

His lips curve into a gentle smile against hers as they kiss, his hands sliding around her, pulling her closer as the movie continues to play quietly in the background. The kiss is slow and languid, their limbs tangling under the covers. 

With a gentle yet firm touch, he lays her back against the pillows, his body hovering just barely over hers as he they kiss. “You are precious,” he mutters between kisses, his voice thick. 

He breaks the kiss to trails his lips across her jawline and down her neck, his hands slowly, tenderly exploring her pajama-clad form. In her mind the sounds of the movie have completely drowned into nothingness– the only thing she can hear is their shared breathing and the rustle of the sheets at Sylus’ gentle movements. It’s so damn romantic it almost takes her breath away, her body arching into each of his careful touches. 

“You know I mean that, right?” He looks down at her, his lips parted and cheeks softly flushed as his hands dip under the hem of her shirt to rest lightly against her ribcage, the gentle warmth of his palms soothing as he rubs his fingers across her torso. She nods. Though she generally prides herself on being a logical and careful person, she could never find it in her to doubt Sylus, not for even a moment. He doesn’t need to tell her how he feels. Every touch of his hand on her might as well be an utterance of reverence, a prayer, the tenderness and yearning somehow palpable each time his fingertips make contact.

Her hand steals one of his from where it massages her sides, and she intertwines her fingers with his, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm. “I know it.”

He captures her lips in another kiss, unbearably slow and kind, as his free hand still beneath her shirt caresses each inch of her stomach and ribs. Both of them are too preoccupied to notice as a soft golden light begins to leak from between their locked palms, pulsing softly as her Evol reacts with his for the first time.

What makes Sylus’ eyes finally flutter open is the sudden warmth he feels in the palm of his hand. He gazes to the side at their clasped hands by her head, eyes widening. “Baby,” he says, voice hoarse with feeling. “You’re… resonating with me.”

Her eyes are drawn to the shining light as well. She almost feels like there’s a pearl in her palm, something round where the light emanates, that seems to pulse like it’s living. “Oh, wow,” she says breathlessly, watching as the light slowly strengthens and steadies. 

“But I don’t know what it is,” she murmurs. “It’s different depending on what Evol I’m resonating with, and the needs of the specific situation… and I’ve never resonated in this kind of situation before, obviously…” 

He laughs softly at that, gently rotating their interlaced hands so he can peer between them. “What happens now?” “I don’t know. I mean, your Evol is energy manipulation, so this must be some form of an amplification of that.” She gazes up at him, heart racing in her chest. 

“I want to keep kissing you,” he murmurs, then squeezes her hand. 

He doesn’t need to say it twice. She leans upward, kissing him deeply, her mouth opening greedily in invitation for his tongue as their hands remain interlinked. The glow pulses like a heartbeat, sending pleasant warmth through them both. It’s a soft, nonviolent energy, manifesting not with the intent to attack or defend, but simply to be. To mingle and grow in their togetherness.

She finally comes up for air, her breaths deepening. “Hold on,” she murmurs, and gently she disentangles her fingers from his, their palms separating. The glow dissipates between them, making Sylus’ eyes flicker with a tinge of sadness, but when his hand returns to her body and slides down her side, a faint soft glow accompanies the movement. He blinks. “It’s still here,” he mumbles. 

She reaches out, her hands now seeking his body. She lays her palms flat on his chest and the gentle glow blooms again, barely visible through the fabric of his shirt, though the gentle heat that grows and grows slowly as she leaves them there is undeniable. He gasps at the contact, gazing down at himself. “I’m gonna take it off,” he says, hands coming over his head to roughly pull off his shirt. He grips her wrists, bringing her hands up to rest on his now-bare chest again, the light now uninhibited and visible to both of them.

“It’s beautiful,” he says. “You’re doing this… it’s incredible.”

“I’m only able to do it because of you,” she adds on quietly “It’s your Evol that I’m using to create… whatever this is.” 

Gradually they shed their clothes, movie long forgotten. He’s desperate to touch her, to see the gentle light dance across her skin, to revel in the magic she’s creating. His heart pounds with adrenaline and desire as she pulls her shirt off to reveal her body, his hands that come up to cup her breasts leaving searing coins of light across her skin where they touch. Her own hands seek and massage him, growing more and more insistent as her arousal builds. Something about the fact that everywhere she touches is marked with the evidence of their resonance sends something constricting around her heart, making it hard for her to swallow like her throat has closed. 

As she tugs down his sweats and boxers, the glow deepens, turning more orange and red as it flickers like candle light in each spot she puts her fingers. “Your Evol…” she murmurs with wonder. “It’s starting to resemble your Evol more.”

“Is that…bad?” He looks down at the glowing marks on his hips where she’s just held him. For a moment, a flare of panic rises in his chest. His Evol… violent and relentless, a force for killing. He wants nothing more than for it to never touch her, for her to never see it, for her to never know the pain he is capable of causing. Not his beautiful girl. He withdraws his hands from her body as fear overcomes him. “Does it hurt?” “No,” she reassures him, catching his hands before he can fully pull away. “Baby, don’t worry. I’ll tell you if it hurts, okay?” She pulls him closer, spreading her legs and hooking them behind his. 

The heat of her core is a stark contrast to the coolness of the sheets, and the light between them flares up at the contact, a warm glow enveloping them both. “It’s… it’s reacting to this?” “I guess so,” she laughs softly, still mesmerized at the lights that glow in the darkness on his skin like little fireflies where she’s touched. Slowly she grinds her hips against his, needing more contact. Her slick heat coats his length as she slowly rocks her hips up and down against it. His hands tentatively find her waist again, still scared of causing her pain, but when her face shows no sign of anything other than pleasure he grips a little firmer, helping her move up and down. She groans softly as the head pushes through her wet folds again and again, grazing her clit with each soft movement.

His breath comes in ragged gasps now, the light between them intense enough that they're practically glowing in the darkness. He guides himself between her legs with trembling hands. “Should I– do you…” He trails off, his usual silver-tongued eloquence deserting him.

“I want to,” she nods, her legs parting further. “And you’ll tell me if it starts hurting or feeling uncomfortable in any way?” His thumb draws soothing circles against her hip, leaving a glowing red mark, as the other gently hoists one of her legs over his shoulder.

“I’ll tell you,” she murmurs, eyes heady with desire. “But I have a feeling nothing’s going to hurt us.” She gently squeezes his thigh where she can reach, attempting to soothe his worries a little. 

He pushes into her slowly, the light between them pulsing with each inch. The resonance seems to hum with approval, light wrapping around them both like tendrils, similar to how Sylus’ Evol alone reaches and grabs like a red flurry. But this light is softer, tender, encircling them, as if binding them together. She gasps out in pleasure, the sensation and warmth and fullness almost too much to bear as he fills her completely.

He looks down at where they’re joined, seeing the faint light pulsing between them like a heartbeat. Sheathed completely in her, every sensation is somehow amplified by their resonance,  to the point where he swears he can feel her heartbeat through where they connect, his own heart falling easily in time.

“Move baby,” she pleads, her body taut with pleasure. “Please…”

Nodding, he begins to move his hips slowly, as if in fear of disturbing this delicate balance they’ve found. But the resonance seems to encourage him. He picks up his speed gradually, attuned deeply to every movement of her body and expression on her face, searching for signs of discomfort.

 “Oh god,” she moans softly, turning her head into the pillow. It always feels good like this with him, but this time is uniquely special. As she gazes up at him she watches as golden threads of light wrap across his chest and waist, following each curve of his body gently as he makes love to her. “You’re beautiful, Sy…”

His hips stutter at her hushed endearment, drawing a strangled gasp from him as he tries to reestablish his rhythm. Her slick walls constrict around him as he buries his head in her neck, groaning softly as he pumps in and out of her. The golden threads seem to tug them closer with each passing moment. He whispers softly into her ear, his lips finding her neck. “Does it feel good?” 

He’s embarrassed that he needs this reassurance right now, but his body is trembling with fear, scared that somehow his Evol will rear its head and make this much less pleasant. His touches on her sides are delicate, soft, making sure each mark that the resonance leaves on her skin is just a barely-there pinprick of light. 

“It feels amazing,” she says softly, gently running her hands down his back. “Don’t hold back. It’s okay.” 

He bites back his fear, peppering soft wet kisses against her neck and feeling the heat radiate back to him in the red glowing marks that blossom in the wake of his lips. He continues rocking into her, his pace slowly increasing, their panting breaths mingling together as they both near their respective orgasms. The resonance’s intensity grows warmer and deeper, penetrating both of them deep into their chests with the intensity of a knife but the softness of a warm blanket, the feeling enormous and extraordinary between them. “Do you feel that?” He pants between his thrusts, his hands gripping her sides softly. 

“I feel it,” she whispers between ragged moans. “It’s– It’s so–”

The words elude both of them now, and all she can do is cry out his name as her body hits her peak. He feels her inner walls spasming around him, triggering his own release as he comes crashing down over the edge right behind her, letting out a strangled cry as he fills her, ropes of his release coating her insides. Light ricochets out between where their bodies are pressed atop each other, the burst momentarily all either of them can see before it fades, disintegrating away into pinpricks of light like small stars that flicker and float in the still air. 

He wraps his arms around her possessively, holding her close as he tries to catch his breath. “That was… not normal,” he murmurs, a hint of wonder in his voice. The residual resonance tingles between them, crackling across their skin like tiny sparks.

“Far from it.” She laughs. The faint red and golden lights throughout the room twinkle softly before disappearing.

He presses a faint kiss to her forehead as he watches the lights around them fade.The end credits of the movie that was playing have long since rolled, the only light now being the sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds behind them and the faint warm heat of the resonance that has imbued both of their skins with something akin to a bioluminescence, a soft, barely-there glow. He holds her close, as if afraid she’ll disappear. “That was special,” he says quietly, his voice raw as he buries his head in her hair, breathing in slowly, trying to gather himself. “I’ve never… experienced anything like that before.” 

“Me either,” she responds, leaning into his touch, moving so that she’s completely enveloped in him, the feeling of him still inside her only adding to the tenderness of it, the warmth as they both glow together. 

“It means something right? That you were able to resonate with me like that?” “It did,” she says, nodding. She takes one of his hands into hers. “It means we have a connection. And that I trust you.” She squeezes his hand. “That I’m yours.” “...Mine?” His voice is soft, any posturing or false confidence completely gone. “Yours. Fully.” She says firmly. “Though… I don’t think I needed the resonance to happen to know that.”

His grip tightens around her before he catches himself, not wanting to squeeze her too hard. He sighs, resting his chin on top of her head, gently stroking patterns across her back as the rain continues to pour down outside. The glow between them eventually fades into darkness, but the warmth takes its time, bathing them in it for many moments longer. By the time the after-effects of the resonance are completely gone, the both of them are asleep, curled still in each other’s arms. 

[jenniferjareauwife]

Yes Darling?

pairing: rio vidal x fem reader

category: smut

warnings: fingering, oral, fucking with dagger, marking with dagger, praise all reader recieving

word count: 1316

summary: sex with rio 😋 a bit of soft rio along with dom rio

I had been sitting alone for hours, Rio's teasing comments from before still playing on repeat in my head. Where was she? Would she even follow through? It had been long enough and I just wanted her.

Soon enough as if she had heard my thoughts, Rio's soft steps were audible just outside our bedroom, a small smile creeping onto my face "Rio?" I called a bit loudly, needing her presence.

"Yes darling?" Her natural dominant sultry voice got louder as she opened the door, a small smirk on her face. She looked me up and down, reading me instantly. I didn't have to say another word, she shrugged off her jacket, the bottle of beer I didn't even realize she had been holding gently put on the bedframe as she leaned against it seductively.

"I've missed you." I whispered, my head and eyes following her movements as she slowly walked around the bed.

"Yeah?" I gulped and nodded. She reached forward and gently stroked my hair before suddenly gripping it tightly, pulling my head back. She laughed softly, cocking her head to the side. "Such a pretty thing." I gulped, feeling heat rise inside me. It was inevitable that it would turn into a blush. My eyes flickered over to her free hand, flexing teasingly at her side.

"Please." I whimpered.

"Please what?" I whined again. "You're gonna use your words or you're not getting anything." She warned.

"I want your fingers." My jaw clenched as I squeezed my legs together.

"Where?" Her voice a bit careless, she tugged my head side to side, admiring the marks she had left just a couple days before that were still completely visible.

"My mouth...please." My voice came out as a whisper, a blush creeping up onto my cheeks.

"Good girl." She praised, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. She tugged my head up again by my hair, causing me to wince. "Open." I did as I was told, opening my mouth slightly, enough for her to slip in her middle and ring finger. Once she had slipped them inside my lips closed around her fingers, my eyes fluttering shut. As soon as they had closed she shoved her fingers to the back of my throat, causing me to gag. My eyes shot open, tears springing to my eyes but all I was met with was a sadistic smile. "You're so pretty when you cry." All I could do was hum, the weight of her fingers heavy against my tongue, it was heaven. "Ok that's it, open." I reluctantly opened my mouth with a whine, earning a harsh slap to my cheek, I couldn't raise my gaze to meet hers, I knew I had messed up. "You take what I give you, nothing more nothing less." I just nodded, wanting to minimize my punishments for the night.

It seemed like years until she touched me again, delicate touches compared to the harsh ones just minutes earlier. It always brought comfort, knowing she was only gentle with me. Death was gentle with me. I let out a soft sigh and turned to look at her, love and lust clouding her eyes. "Clothes off." It was a harsh demand and I did it while staring into her eyes, not daring to break eye contact.

A calloused hand drifted up my leg, fingers teasing my inner thighs. My eyelids fluttered shut, opening my legs for her, only her. I felt her body move between my legs, positioning herself above me so she could manipulate me in any way she wanted. "Hm." I opened my eyes as I heard her him thoughtfully, head tilted as she held her signature dagger in her right hand, choosing where to make her mark.

"Fuck." I winced and flinched as her dagger sank into my skin, my mouth open as gasps of pain escape my lips.

"Shh." Rio soothed, a smile of delight on her face as she cradled my head with her free hand. "So pretty." I looked down at the cut, a jagged line across my inner thigh, leading from my knee to the uppermost point on my thigh. She sank between my legs, holding eye contact with me the whole way down. I didn't dare break it. I gasped as her tongue poked out, dragging it along the cut, watching it heal out of my peripheral vision. She was so close to where I needed her, getting so much closer to every second.

"Rio please." My eyes fluttered shut but I forced my eyes to stay open, knowing she would stop if I broke eye contact as she had done many times before.

"I love it when you beg." She chuckled almost carelessly, just focused on the quick shock of pleasure that wracked through my body as her tongue flicked across my clit. "Mm you like that."

"Y-yeah." I watched as she turned her dagger around slowly, the hilt facing me. "Please please please." My clit was throbbing, my wetness had leaked onto the sheets.

"Quiet." Her voice was harsh as she pushed the handle of the dagger into me. Oh fuck. Oh fuck she had never done this before. I bit my lip, anxiety and anticipation coursing through me. I reached down to run my hands through her hair as she started pumping it in and out of me, she has now broken eye contact to watch as she fucked her dagger into me with a sadistic smile. Every thrust the sharp part of the dagger got closer and closer to my clit. She wouldn't let it touch me, would she?

I felt my knees go weak, my toes curling. I could come undone any second, I just needed her to touch my clit. "You're close." She murmured teasingly. "So good for me." I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut, fucking myself onto the handle of the dagger, so close to my high.

"I can't cum."

"Hm?" She stopped her movements.

"I can't."

"You can and will." She corrected me, a dangerous tone to her voice.

"Need you to-" I cut myself off, blushing as the vulgarity of my words registered in my brain.

"Need me to what? You're not getting anything if you don't say it." There was a certain venom to her voice that made me need more.

"I need you to touch my clit. Please."

"Good girl for asking nicely." Her voice has a different tone to it now, soft and loving, appreciative. She pulled the dagger out of me, replacing it with three of her fingers. As much as I loved the dagger this was so much better, it was just...her. "You're so good for me." She praised, her tongue gently licking my clit, slowly coaxing a powerful orgasm out of me.

My body writhed as pleasure courses through me, my hips lifting off the mattress as repetitive moans escapes my lips. "So fucking good." She giggled, finding my dramatic reactions amusing.

"Rio." I whined once she pulled out, the intimacy of the act always left me wanting her close.

"I know, I know." Her voice was even softer now if that was possible, she put everything else to the side, making sure nothing could hurt me. Her fingertips trailed over my stomach, leaving goosebumps while my abs twitched underneath her touch. "Still so sensitive." She left hot open mouthed kisses all over my belly, caressing my hips before leaning up to give my lips a soft kiss. My whole body melted into her, pulling her impossibly closer to me. She laughed into the kiss, loving how much of a mess she could make me.

"I love you." I whispered, panting against her lips as our noses nudged against each other.

"I love you too." She smiled, leaning down for one more small kiss before flipping us over and cuddling for the rest of the night.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Day 5- mask kink with adrian chase ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

kinktober masterlist

Adrian’s hands roamed your body, his mouth clashing with yours. You let out a moan when he bit your lip, causing him to let out a chuckle against your mouth.

He began to take off the rest of his suit, peeling it off, while you took off your own clothes.

You had been harboring this secret ever since you found out he was vigilante, and you hated to admit it, but seeing him in the mask, taking out bad guys was the hottest thing you think you’ve ever seen in your life. You glanced over at the mask on the nightstand before turning your attention back to him.

He let out an audible groan at the sight of your naked body, and it never failed to have him hard in seconds.

“Goddamn. Swear, one day babe, you’re gonna kill me.”

You giggled at him, moving to kiss his lips again. His hands went to your cheeks, and he hovered on top of you, you leaning against the pillow.

He began to take off his boxers when you said his name, causing him to look at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“I uhm… I had this idea.”

“Okay. Like what kind of idea?”

“A sexy one.”

He looked even more intrigued now, waiting for this idea.

“You should… keep it on.”

“Huh?” He asked, swallowing the lump in his throat, if you were thinking what he was thinking you meant, he’d jump up and down. “Keep what on?”

“The mask.”

His lips quirked up at that, eyes widening behind his glasses. “Holy shit. I think that made me even harder than I was.”

You laughed at him again, watching him scramble off the bed and go towards the dresser, putting it over his head and looking at you.

“So?”

“You look hot.”

He smiled underneath his mask, making his way back onto the bed. You were glad that you could at least see his eyes behind his visor, giving you some sort of vision.

“Babe, I have to say, this is the hottest idea you’ve ever had.” He told you, taking off his boxers, you smiling up at him while his cock was lined up at your entrance.

“I’m-“ you paused to gasp, gripping his shoulders while he slowly pushed into your warm walls. “Glad you liked it”. You breathed out.

“Of course I do. We might actually have to do this more.” He murmured, letting out a low groan when he finally bottomed out, feeling your nails leave crescent shaped marks in his back, his helmet hitting your neck.

“I was scared you wouldn’t like it.” You admitted to him, him moving away so that he could look down at you again.

He snickered at that. “Babe, have you even met me? I’m up for anything at this point. Especially this.”

“Good. Because you look so goddamn good in your mask.” You pressed a kiss to where his nose would be, making him let out a breathy laugh.

[luv-lock]

⸻ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ᴛ ʟ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴍ ʙ ⸻

Pairing: Dark Male Daella Targaryen x Fem Reader

Summary: Daelon had always been shy and timid, a shadow to his older sister, Y/N. His adoration for her only grew as he aged, becoming an obsession he could not shake. She should have found it pitiful, frustrating even—but instead, she discovered a twisted pleasure in the power she held over him.

Warning: Age gap, Targcest, Grey Reader, Genderbend characters.

Notes: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The Red Keep was unnervingly quiet that evening, save for the faint clinking of goblets in the Great Hall and the occasional flutter of wings from the rookery. Y/N strolled through the dimly lit corridors. She had just finished her evening routine, her gown flowing like shadows behind her as she ascended the staircase leading to her chambers.

Daelon was waiting, of course.

He always waited.

The younger prince sat outside her door, knees tucked under his chin, his silver hair a disheveled mess from where he’d anxiously run his hands through it. Upon seeing her approach, he scrambled to his feet, eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. He looked like a chastened child caught stealing sweets, which only made the corner of her lips twitch with a faint smirk.

“Y/N,” he whispered, voice trembling as if saying her name too loudly might summon something terrible. His violet eyes were glassy, his hands clutching at each other nervously.

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she tilted her head, letting her gaze rake over him in silence. He was smaller than most men his age, delicate like spun glass, as though he might shatter if she so much as raised her voice. It was fascinating how pathetic he looked, and even more fascinating how it made her pulse quicken just a little.

“What are you doing here, Daelon?” she asked, her voice steady and calm.

“I-I…” He trailed off, shifting on his feet like a boy caught in a storm. “I just wanted to see you. I—” He hesitated, and then, in a rush, blurted out, “I thought you might be lonely. Or cold. Or maybe… maybe you needed someone.”

Y/N crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “And you think you’re the someone I’d need?”

The poor boy visibly flinched, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He was already on the verge of tears, his lips trembling as he tried to stammer out a response. “I—I just thought… I only—” His voice cracked, and before she could stop herself, she laughed.

It wasn’t a mocking laugh, though he’d probably interpret it that way. No, it was genuine amusement at just how utterly pitiful he was. He was nineteen years old, a prince, and yet he looked like a lost puppy begging for scraps of her attention.

“Come inside,” she said, finally putting him out of his misery.

He practically tripped over himself in his haste to obey, his relief evident as he followed her into the room. Her chambers were dark and warm, the scent of burning candles and lavender filling the air. She gestured for him to sit, and he did so on the edge of her bed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.

Y/N watched him for a moment, taking in every nervous movement, every shy glance he cast her way. He looked so breakable, so utterly weak. And yet, it thrilled her in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

“You’re trembling,” she said, stepping closer.

“I’m not,” he lied, though his shaking hands betrayed him.

She reached out, her fingers brushing his jaw as she tilted his face up to meet her gaze. He froze under her touch, his breath hitching audibly. His skin was warm, his lips parted slightly as though he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“You’re always like this,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “So soft. So scared. Do you ever stop crying, little brother?”

“I—I don’t cry all the time,” he protested weakly, though the tears gathering in his eyes told a different story.

Y/N smirked, her hand slipping to his chin, holding him in place. “You’re lying to me, Daelon. You’re terrible at it.”

He whimpered, a soft, pitiful sound that sent a thrill down her spine. He looked so helpless, so desperate for her approval. And the way he leaned into her touch, like a moth drawn to a flame, made her heart race with something dark and heady.

“Do you like this?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Daelon’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. “I—I don’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He swallowed hard, his breathing ragged as he nodded, ever so slightly.

“Good boy,” she murmured, and he shuddered under her praise, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Her grip on his chin tightened just enough to make him whimper again, and she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You’re mine, Daelon. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “Always.”

Y/N pulled back, studying his tear-streaked face with a mix of amusement and fascination. He was pathetic, yes, but he was her pathetic little brother. And there was something intoxicating about the way he looked at her, like she was his entire world.

“Good,” she said, releasing him. “Now, stop crying. You’re going to ruin your pretty face.”

Daelon sniffled, wiping at his tears with the sleeve of his tunic. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Don’t apologize, Daelon. I like you just the way you are.”

His breath hitched again, and she couldn’t help but smile. Yes, he was pathetic, but he was hers. And that was all that mattered.

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[goldenxshine]

☾⋆｡°✩ The Silent Gaze ☾⋆｡°✩

aegon ii targaryen x high-born!reader

summary: Shy and reserved, Lady Y/N secretly admires the confident Prince Aegon Targaryen from afar. At a feast, an accidental spill brings them together. From that moment, Aegon begins seeking her out, and an unexpected bond blossoms between them.

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The grand hall of the Red Keep was alive with light and laughter. Torches lined the stone walls, casting a warm glow over the gathered nobles, knights, and courtiers.

Aegon Targaryen, eldest son of the king and heir to the Iron Throne, stood among his family’s closest allies. His silver hair, a mark of House Targaryen, glinted in the torchlight, and his easy smile made him the subject of many an admiring gaze. He laughed often, a sound that seemed to charm everyone in its reach, his presence drawing people to him.

Watching from the edge of the hall was Lady Y/N. She stood out not only because of her colorful attire - she always wore colorful dresses. But also for her quiet, almost invisible presence.

Unlike the other young ladies vying for the prince’s attention, Y/N was shy and preferred not to mingle. She knew that her social skills were somewhat lacking. Words often failed her in conversation, and she was quick to retreat into silence, hoping her quiet demeanor would shield her from the gaze of others.

But she found herself unable to keep her eyes off Aegon. She was fascinated by him - by his confidence, his humor, his personality, and the way he could make everyone around him feel noticed.

She often caught herself glancing his way, watching how he interacted with others, how he laughed. There was something comforting in just being near him, even if he didn’t know she existed.

Over time, her fascination had blossomed into a quiet, secret admiration. She never dared approach him, of course, knowing that someone like her, a shy, a bit socially awkward lady had no chance of catching his attention.

But she found solace in just observing him, letting her thoughts drift as she listened to his voice carrying across the hall. It was a voice she had come to know well, though he had never spoken a single word to her.

The feast tonight was in celebration. The Red Keep was filled with cheer, and goblets of wine flowed freely. Y/N sat at a table off to the side, a safe distance from the center of the revelry. Her friend, Lady Joanna, chattered beside her, but Y/N’s thoughts were elsewhere.

Unconsciously, her gaze drifted across the hall to where Aegon stood, deep in conversation with a group of knights.

Aegon seemed to feel her gaze; he paused mid-laugh and glanced around the room. Her heart jumped, and she quickly looked down, her cheeks turning red as she realized how close she had come to being caught.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Joanna teased, nudging her friend.

“Of course, I was just… thinking,” Y/N murmured, her voice barely audible over the din.

Joanna gave her an exasperated look, following her gaze to the prince. “Oh, I see. The famous Prince Aegon. You should just go talk to him, you know?”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No! I-I couldn’t. He… he doesn’t even know I exist.” Her voice trailed off as she toyed nervously with a bracelet on her left wrist.

“That’s only because you’re always hiding over here” Joanna replied. “You’re lovely, Y/N, and anyone can see you’re a lady of grace and intelligence. You just have to give him a chance to see it too.”

Y/N couldn’t imagine it. Her heart raced at the thought of speaking to him, of somehow capturing his attention. But she dismissed the thought. A prince and a girl like her? It was impossible.

The evening went on, and Y/N tried her best to enjoy the company at her table, though her gaze still drifted now and then to where Aegon mingled among the guests.

Finally, she reached for the pitcher of wine, hoping to calm her nerves a bit with a small sip. But as she poured, her hand trembled, and the cup tilted in her grip.

She heard someone approach the table and shifted to make way, but her movement was too sudden. Her hand caught on the pitcher, and before she realized it, her wine had splashed across the sleeve of the person beside her.

She gasped in horror, her heart sinking as she looked up to apologize - only to find herself staring straight into the eyes of Prince Aegon himself.

“Oh! I-I’m so sorry, Your Grace!” she stuttered, her face turning red as she reached instinctively for a cloth to dab at his sleeve. She felt clumsy and foolish, knowing that her worst fear had come to life. Of all the people she could have spilled wine on.

Aegon chuckled softly. “There’s no harm done, my lady. It seems the wine wanted to find its way to me tonight.”

Y/N froze, hardly daring to breathe as she looked up at him. His expression was surprisingly kind, his violet eyes sparkling with amusement. His voice a bit drunk. She was mesmerized, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten as she realized that he was looking at her - not just a glance, but with interest.

“Y/N,” the lady mumbled, hardly trusting herself to say it. “Lady Y/N.”

“A lovely name,” he replied. He tilted his head, studying her in a way that made her heart race. “I haven’t seen you much at these feasts, have I?”

“No,” she replied, feeling awkward under his gaze. “I… I tend to stay out of the way.” She looked down, unable to meet his eyes, her cheeks again flushing with color.

Aegon chuckled, a warm, genuine sound that seemed to ease her tension. “That’s a shame, Lady Y/N. You don’t seem like someone meant to stay hidden.”

He held her gaze, and for a moment, Y/N felt something shift between them - a spark, faint but undeniable.

The moment was quick, but it lingered in her heart long after he had moved on. She replayed their conversation in her mind many times, feeling the weight of his words and the warmth of his a bit drunk gaze.

For the first time, a spark of hope flared in her heart. Perhaps Joanna had been right. Perhaps she wasn’t entirely invisible.

In the days that followed, Y/N found herself crossing paths with Aegon more often. Whether by chance or fate, she was never quite sure. She would catch him glancing her way during court gatherings, a small sly smile gracing his lips when he saw her. He seemed to have a way of finding her, even in a crowded hall, and each time their eyes met, Y/N felt her heart flutter.

One afternoon, she found herself in the castle’s gardens, enjoying the peace among the blooming roses. She hadn’t expected anyone to join her, so she was startled when a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Lady Y/N,” Aegon said. He sounded surprisingly sober, smiling as he approached. “May I join you?”

She nodded, trying to hide her surprise. She wasn’t sure why he had come, but she was grateful for his company.

They walked together in silence for a moment, neither quite sure what to say. Finally, Aegon spoke, his tone gentle. “You know, I often find myself in these gardens. They’re… peaceful.”

Y/N smiled softly. “Yes, they are. It’s a place where one can think without interruption.”

Aegon glanced at her. “You must have a great deal on your mind.”

She hesitated, uncertain how to respond. But something in his eyes encouraged her to speak. “It’s just… difficult, sometimes, to be in a place like this. Everyone here is so confident, so sure of themselves. I often feel like I don’t quite belong.”

Aegon looked at her with an understanding she hadn’t expected. “I think you belong more than you realize, Y/N.”

She looked up at him, her heart racing as she took in his words. She could feel the warmth of his gaze, the softness in his tone. For the first time, she allowed herself to believe that he might truly see her - not as just another courtier, but as someone worthy of his attention.

Over the following weeks, their paths continued to intertwine. Aegon sought her out at feasts, engaged her in conversation, and even invited her to accompany him on walks through the castle grounds. They talked about everything, and Y/N found herself opening up to him in ways she had never imagined.

Each time they spoke, she felt her feelings for him grow. She found herself captivated by his kindness, his intelligence, and the quiet strength he displayed. And slowly, she dared to hope that he felt the same.

One evening, as they strolled through the gardens, Aegon stopped and turned to her, his expression serious. “Y/N,” he began. “I… I’ve come to realize something.”

Her heart pounded as she waited for him to continue.

“I find myself thinking of you more often than anyone else,” he confessed, his gaze unwavering. “There’s something about you, something… genuine and beautiful, that I can’t ignore. You make me want to be a better man.”

Y/N felt warm as she listened to his words and that was the moment she realized, the prince felt the same way about her as she felt about him.

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Hi! It's my first time to use tumblr ask/post functions. I'm glad to see your ideas about colorful dress and SNSD. Here are some Seohyun in this elegant pearl dress you would love.

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Pearl

(Seohyun X Male Reader)

You wake up to your phone ringing. As you reach for it, you glance at the time. Why would someone call you in the middle of the night? You groan in frustration, before answering the call, still half asleep.

"C-Can you come over?"

The woman on the other side of the line sounds desperate. You hear her breath hitch.

You move the phone away from your ear to check the caller ID.

"Seohyun?"

Her answer is a long, drawn out moan.

"What is going on?"

"I can't help it."

She finally responds, her breath heavy.

"For the last five nights I watched our video to get off, but now..."

A disappointed, almost frustrated whine leaves her lips.

"Now I need the real thing again."

You hear her sigh and while she waits for your answer, you also hear her playing with herself. Her fingers seem to move in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds clearly audible when she doesn't speak.

"I was sleeping, Seohyun."

You remind her of the time, but she doesn't listen.

"Please, I'm begging you."

Another moan leaves her lips, before she can continue.

"I came home from this one award show an hour ago and since then I've been playing with myself non stop."

Her whining tone and the mental image of Seohyun getting off to you fucking her for over an hour has your cock hardening.

"I feel like I keep edging myself again and again. But I can't get off properly."

Another loud moan follows her words.

You sigh, slowly getting out of your bed. There's no way you're able to go back to sleep now.

"Send me your address."

After hanging up the phone, you get dressed and get your car keys.

You wait a good minute for her to open the door once you arrive at her place. When she finally does, you are greeted by a mix of elegance and lust. She still seems to be wearing the dress she wore to the award show. But her hair is slightly disheveled and her cheeks are red.

"Why are you still wearing this?"

You question Seohyun as you step into her apartment.

"I can't take it off by myself. An I left early because I couldn't stop thinking about this."

She reaches forward and cups your cock through your pants.

"Didn't you tell me that you aren't a very sexually active person?"

Seohyun shrugs her shoulders.

"Your cock changed that."

You would've laughed if it wasn't for her desperate look.

"Fine. But before I give you what you want, I want to feel those."

You nod towards Seohyun's beautiful mounds, which seem to look even bigger than last time.

"Of course."

She almost moans, before getting on her knees in front of you.

You watch how she looks up at you, teasingly biting her lip. Then, Seohyun pulls down her dress a little and frees her alluring tits. She quickly gets rid off your pants and underwear and leans forward. After gathering a little saliva in her mouth, she lets it dribble off her lips and onto your cock. The sudden warmth almost makes you sigh. Seohyun wraps her boobs around your length and holds them together with her hands.

"Do you like them like this?"

She knows you do. You can only nod in approval when Seohyun starts to move her upper body. Up and down she moves, your now wet cock gliding through the gap between her smooth tits.

After a couple of moments, she lets a second load of saliva fall onto your tip. Her mounds soon spread it all over your length. You can't help but rest a hand on her head, when your knees begin to buckle. You didn't expect this to feel so good.

"Damn, Seohyun."

You groan and she looks up at you with a proud smile playing around her lips. Her tits feel amazing wrapped around your cock. They're soft and smooth, making it easy for her to move along your length.

Soon, she leans down again, but instead of adding more saliva, you feel her tongue dart out to lick your tip.

"Don't."

You hiss, which makes Seohyun do it again immediately.

"You're gonna make me cum soon, if you keep this up"

You warn her, but Seohyun's smile is now mischievous.

"I don't mind. As long as you give me that pounding afterwards."

She adjusts her grip on her tits and lowers her upper body a little. Now, more of your cock appears between her tits, whenever she moves down. You watch her opening her mouth and capturing your tip with her lips.

"Damn it."

You groan, your fingers slightly digging into Seohyun's scalp. The combination of her soft mounds and her luscious lips leaves your head spinning. You should probably be used to this at this point, but you didn't expect Seohyun to be this good. Her tongue dances around your tip, while her lips move up and down, just like her boobs, which are wrapped around most of your cock.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum all over you."

Your grip on her hair tightens, which makes Seohyun lift her head off your dick again. Looking up at you, she gives you her best fuck me face, while her tits keep gliding along your length. Your breath hitches when she applies a little bit more pressure, the friction around your cock suddenly increasing.

You groan, almost in disappointment, when you finally orgasm. On instinct, you pull Seohyun's head back a little to protect her face, which just means that you cover her soft mounds and her collarbone with your cum. It looks amazing on her porcelain like skin as it glistens in the lights of her apartment.

Seohyun lets out a satisfied sigh, feeling the warmth of your semen coat her skin. Your cock between her tits is still hard and you slowly start to thrust in between them.

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

Your question makes the heat rise inside of her. The slight tingle inside her pussy urges her on to jump into action.

"First, get me out of this dress."

Moments later, Seohyun stands completely naked in front of you with her tits and collarbone still covered in your cum. You can't help but marvel at her effortless beauty. When you eventually snap out of it, you remember Seohyun's words from the interview last time.

"Take control."

With two big steps you close the distance between the two of you. Before Seohyun can say something, you push her against the wall behind her. One hand grabs her waist, the other reaches under right thigh, making her lift her leg a little.

"How bad do you want it now?"

You whisper, your lips brushing against hers as Seohyun feels your tip graze her own wet folds.

"Take me until the sun comes up."

While pulling her in, you thrust forward, sliding your cock into her tight wet cavern. Her lower lips desperately grip your cock as it goes deeper into her. Seohyun moans into your mouth, finally feeling your cock stretching her out again.

Soon after you start to fuck her into the wall behind her, her right leg wrapped around your torso, you feel her hands on your back. Her nails dig into your skin and as you make Seohyun moan your name again and again, she scratches at your back, finally releasing all that pent up lust.

[scarlethexelove]

It's Always The Drummer

Pairing: Drummer!Kate Bishop x Fan!Reader

Word Count: 2799

Warnings: Smut, Kate is a charming, Drumsticks being used for penetration, Service Top! Kate, Kate definitely cums just from getting R off, A bit of Beefy Kate.

Pt 2

A/n: As the last few fics I have to thank @wandamaximoffsbadgirl for helping with this. We have been doing this really fun back and forth were we right the fic together. It's super fun and can be surprising when one writes a something you weren't expecting. As for the fic I just had the idea pop into my head randomly while playing some Fortnite. Please enjoy 😁

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You can't believe that your all-time favorite band is coming to town. You stayed up all night just to get tickets. Sadly, you weren't able to get VIP tickets due to how expensive they are, but you knew if you got here early enough, you could maybe get front row. Your friends stand around you as you all talk about the band. Most of them are obsessed with either the lead singer Natasha, the guitarist Wanda, or bassist Yelena. You, on the other hand, have a big crush on the drummer Kate. 

Kate was perfect on drums, and gods, the smirk on her face when she was performing, made you feel something. You had picked out an amazing outfit. You knew Kate's favorite color was purple, so you went with purple and black. Looking yourself over with all your friends beside you. You'd get to see her up close, you just knew it!

You hear some laughter that sounds familiar from behind you. You turn around and spot her. There she is, Kate Bishop in the flesh. Laughing with Wanda, Nat, and Yelena. You can't help as you start to smack the arm of your friend next to you without even taking your eyes off the women. You knew they'd be doing all the VIP stuff soon, but your friend murmurs. “oww Y/n/n.” As they walk by everyone is freaking out when Natasha calls out. “Each of us will be picking one person to be upgraded to VIP!” And of course everyone is freaking out and hoping to be picked.

You internally start to panic. There is no way you'll get picked. The women walk down the line, but as you watch Kate, her eyes seem to keep flicking towards you. You're pretty sure you're just seeing things, but it gives you hope. Of course, you would take any of them picking you, but if Kate did, you might just die. 

The girls go and pick theirs. Natasha first, then Wanda, and then Yelena. Kate was last. None of your friends had been picked, but then it happened. Kate holds out her hand at you. “Care to join me?” You could die happy right now as you place your hand in yours. Forgetting all about your friends. She pulls you along, and as you round the corner around the building, she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you into her side. You can't help the audible gasp that escapes you, and you don't miss the smirk on her face. Your heart races with excitement and fear. You can't believe this is happening. 

Kate leans in and whispers in your ear. “You're very beautiful, you know.” A blush covers your cheeks. “N-Not as beautiful as you-you are.” You stutter. She lets out a melodic laugh at your stuttering. “No need to be nervous.” Her grip tightens on you. “We're gonna have some fun, okay beautiful?” You nod, which has Kate raising a brow at you. She holds the door open for you to let you into the band's entrance. “I need words princess.” You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. “Yes, um yeah of course.” You curse yourself for how stupid you sound. “My name’s Kate but I'm assuming you already know that.” Her confidence has your knees weak. “Y/n.” You tell her which causes her to smile. “Y/n I like the sound of that. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Kate's words have you blushing as she brings you to a room with her name on it. The opening to  reveal what was a place for Kate to get ready, but there was something that was off and caught your eye. A bed. “U-um what's that for? Don't you guys just um like get ready in here?” Kate chuckles. “I like to take naps before the shows... along with some other activities.” She throws you a wink. 

This is amazing, and you hate to admit the fact you would let Kate do anything, but something nags at the back of your mind. “Do you do this a lot?” She looks at you. “Do what?” She asks and you can't tell if she's serious or not. “Bring...um bring girls here?” You can't look at her, but you hear a chuckle. “We each pick someone out, but usually I have no interest in anyone, but since the others do it. I do too, but…” She picks your chin up gently. “You caught my eye tonight. I know you saw me looking pretty girl.”

You're as red as a tomato and she can tell how nervous you are. “Princess we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I will bring girls back because of the others but I don't actually do anything with them. But you seem different... special.” Kate gives you a genuine smile. “I...um…” You feel your head spin and you feel like you're on fire. “I really um.” She leans over and cups your cheeks, whispering in your ear. “Just a yes or no is fine princess. You don't have to explain yourself.” She tells you. “Yes.” You breathe out. 

Kate smiles, pulling you closer by your hips. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours. You melt into her as you kiss her back. Her fingers dig into your hips. “So beautiful.” She mumbles against your lips. A whine escapes your lips. This is all you've ever wanted since you found out about this band and saw Kate. You never thought you'd be here, and you find yourself chasing her lips. For a moment you wonder if she's lying and she does this all the time, but you don't care. You'll show her the best time she's ever had.

Kate picks you up easily, and you wrap your legs around her waist. She carries you to the bed, laying you down as she hovers over you.  “You're so beautiful under me. I could get used to this.” You nod. “Me too.” You pull her down and kiss her again. The kisses get heated as she rolls her hips against you, and you moan out. “Fuck...Kate…” You desperately try to pull her closer. “Mmm need you.” She starts stripping both of you down and you feel like it couldn't be fast enough. You pull at her shirt. “Please.” You whine wanting her to go faster. “Patience princess.” You whine louder. She grips your hips tighter. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She asks and you let out another whine. “Words princess.” She grips your face, your eyes dilating. 

“I'll be good, please I need this. Need you Kate please.” Your words come out fast. “Good girl.” A blush rises to your cheeks at her words. She leans up and pulls her shirt off. You can't help but drool at the site. She obviously had super toned arms from being a drummer, but what you hadn't expected was how perfect her abs were. Before you even realize it, you've reached out and lightly touched them. 

“Like what you see beautiful?” Kate leans down and kisses you, barely giving you time to squeak out a yes. Her tongue pushes past your lips, moving together and letting her take the lead. Her tongue explores your mouth, which only causes you to moan. She gladly swallows your sounds. 

When Kate pulls away, you can't help but chase after her lips as a soft whine escapes you. She is already loving the sounds coming out of you and can't wait to see what else she can pull out. 

Kate gets you undressed, running her hands over your body, admiring every bit of you. She gets up for a moment to finish undressing herself. You hadn't even noticed until now as she pulls them out. Her famous light up drumsticks were tucked into her back pocket. 

You've seen them all over social media over the years, but your focus is always divided between them and the fingers that twirl them around. “Oh wow…” it comes out breathy, and Kate smirks when she notices. “Oh, do you like my drum sticks? I had them custom-made.” She holds them put towards you. “Y-yeah, I always see them in videos.” You mumble slightly embarrassed. She chuckles as an idea pops in her head. “Princess, do you trust me?” You nod faster than you should. You seriously only met the girl, but everything seems so right.

Kate smirks, taking back the sticks and having you lay back. “Just tell me if it hurts and I'll stop, okay?”She just wants to make sure you are comfortable and that she doesn’t hurt you. “Mhmm yes.” She takes one of the sticks and slowly pushes it inside of you. A moan coming out as you tip your head back at the feeling. It's a new sensation compared to what you've taken before. It's not thick but it's so long. You can hear Kate panting slightly above you as she watches her stick disappear inside of you. She didn't expect to find it so hot, but watching how your greedy cunt just sucks it in has her blinded with pleasure. 

“Fuck princess you're so hot. Look at you taking me so nicely like that. Do you think you can take both?” Kate asks, looking at you with darkened eyes. “I-I can try...mmm please? W-wanna try Kate.” She pulls the stick all the way out which causes a whine to escape you. Your walls clench around nothing as you feel empty now. 

Kate presses the tips of both sticks at your entrance before letting them slowly sink in.  “F-fuck!” You gasp at the stretch. “That's a good girl…” Kate bites her lip and the way she's moving, the sounds she's making you'd swear she was getting off as much as you were from this. The sticks hit the deepest part of you, as you arch up into them. “Fuck...f-feels so good Kate...mmm.” She picks up the pace as she plunges the sticks over and over again into your greedy hole. One of your hands reaching out and reaching around her biceps. You can feel it flex with every thrust. 

“K-Kate...Katie cumming...I'm gonna..ah.” Kate looks up at you, face all flushed. “Me too princess go on. Cum all over my drum sticks.” Her voice is so deep and husky as you feel the coil tighten inside of you. You feel her tremble, and her muscles flex as she groans out.

Your nails dig into her biceps as your back arches off the bed. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the tips of the drumsticks hit that spot deep inside you. You fall over the edge, coating her sticks and fingers in your juices. You hear her moan loudly as you're pretty sure she just came from getting you off. 

Kate slows down before coming to a stop. Pulling them out and admiring them covered in your slick. As you come back down from the high you catch her staring at them making you blush. She smirks as she notices you staring at her. You're both still slightly panting. “Fuck princess you're so perfect under me.” The blush deepens as you whimper. “W-well, you're perfect above me.” She smirks and leans down to give you another kiss when there's a knock at the door, making you jump. “Busy!” Kate yells to whoever knocked on the door. “Kate, we have to meet VIPs in 5.” You heard Yelena call through the door.”No problem, Lena, we'll be there.” Kate yells back. “W-we.” You stutter out. She smiles down at you and holds out her hand. “I'm not letting you go that easy princess.” You don't know if you could get any redder, but you're pretty sure your face is as red as a tomato now. 

Kate pulls you up with her and helps you get dressed before dressing herself. Both of you making sure that your looks don't scream we just fucked in the dressing room. You two manage to join the VIPs, getting treated just like one with all the special little bits that came along with it. You guys got a special spot on the side of the stage and you weren't even upset about your friends not being with you. How could you be when you got to be with Kate Fucking Bishop and get the VIP upgrade for free?

As the opening band plays, Kate comes up behind you and pulls you back to where the other VIPs don't notice her standing there with you. Luckily, it's dark enough. She wraps her arms around your waist behind swaying with you to the music and enjoying the opening band with you.  

Kate kisses your neck, which has you gasping. “Enjoying the show, princess?” She whispers in your ear, and you nod in response, which makes her smile. “I'm gonna enjoy it more once you get on stage.” You look back and up at her, kissing her jawline. “You better not take your eyes off me.” Kate says in your ear. “I wouldn't dream of it Katie.” You smile and kiss her as the opening band gets ready to play their last song. She pulls away leaving you chasing her, but she has to go and so you watch her disappear once more.

The opening band finishes up their set and heads off, high fiving all of the VIPs as they pass by. It takes a few minutes as the sets are all changed. The anticipation rising within you. The crowd starts to go crazy as they get the first glance of the band waiting to come out. Natahsa is the first one out with a loud roar from the crowd. Wanda follows, and the Yelena. Last is Kate. She struts onto the stage, catching your eye as she winks at you before she turns around and does a backflip on stage. The crowd went absolutely nuts at this. You can tell she is just showing off to impress you.  

You smile, a little chuckle coming out of you as you shake your head at her. Kate sits herself down at her drums. Pulling out the sticks she just used on you making your face flush. You notice how the sticks glisten in the light more than normal. You can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. Kate smirks at you as she notices your reaction. The realization that dawns on you in that moment. She licks over the stick, staring you down. Watching your reaction intently. You feel yourself clench around nothing but you remember the sensation of the drumsticks inside of you. A pool of wetness is between your thighs once more. She gives you a wink as she starts off the set. She is absolutely going to be the death of you, but you couldn't ask for anything more.

The sets goes on, and you can't believe the night you're having. The spot is amazing and the fact you actually got fucked by your celebrity crush has your head spinning and your pinching yourself. The show is everything you could have asked for. The night was everything and more. Even if it turns out to be a one-time thing you'd get to tell your friends you fucked Kate Bishop. 

The show came to an end with an amazing encore. As the band exits the stage on the other side, Kate does the opposite. She comes right up to you, grabbing you by the hips and kissing you. She doesn't care who sees, but you can hear the gasp around you and some cheering from afar. “I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself.” Kate pulls back a little and leans her forehead against yours. 

Though you were taken by surprise at the drummer's forwardness, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and smiled. “You did amazing Katie.” You tell her before kissing again. You can see the flashes of people's phones going off at the two of you as you bury your face against her. Not used to this at all. She chuckles, wrapping her arms around you fully and lifting you up in her arms. You instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. “Let me take you on a real date princess.” She says as she walks you back towards the dressing room. You nod into her neck, and she kisses the side of your head. “And maybe it will just have to be a breakfast date.” Her voice gets low and sultry, which has you shuddering. 

You're excited about where this could lead. In a sea full of beautiful women, Kate chose you, and maybe she will always pick you.