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Moon with No Sun Ch. 1 Broken
Moonâs view
I was in pain⌠so much painâŚ
I went inside the daycare, where Sun was cleaning.
He saw.
He saw it all.
The oil coming out of my left eye and my left arm. Both were missing. My pants were ripped here and there; I looked ruined.
Sun immediately rushes to my side and asks, âWhat happened??â He asks, a worried look on his face.
Sunnyâs view
I had been cleaning up the daycare after the children and was going to set up a game me and my brother could play for our YouTube channel. When my brother came into the daycare, it was an oily mess.
âWhat happened??â I ask, worried for my brother.
âNothing..â He responds, looking into the distance.
âMoon! This is not nothing!â I respond a little too loudly.
He flinches.
I stare at him before sighing, "Look, Moon. I didnât mean to yell; Iâm just worried about you. You know I love you and just want the best for you, right?â I hesitantly go to touch him, and he leans in.
âI knowâŚ. It was just a fight⌠I swear.â
âIf you donât want to talk about it, thatâs fine.â I sigh as I continue, âLet me help you get fixed-â
âI tried⌠I went to parts and services, and they couldnât find the parts, even said that they couldnât buy more⌠I canât be fixed." Moon interrupts me.
"Well, then you could always-â
âI am not taking about your parts, Sun! Youâre my brother, and Iâm not going to let you get ruined because of a dumb mistake I made.â He interrupts me again.
âOk⌠have you charged recently?"  I ask, changing the subject.Â
Moon checks his battery. âFuck⌠1%âŚâŚâ and with that, he falls onto me.
âIâm sorry, Moon⌠Itâs the only way.â I say as I look down at him, tears in my eyes.
Moonâs view
I checked my battery... only 1% leftâŚ
âFuck⌠1%âŚâŚâ And with that, I blacked out.
At some point, I woke up again.
I look around, trying to remember what happened, I put my hand on my head⌠It was killing meâŚâŚ waitâŚ.. IâŚ.. I felt something on my head that wasnât there moments before⌠It felt likeâŚ.Â
Rays?Â
RaysâŚâŚ.
SunâsâŚ. RaysâŚ.
Sun!
I look around for SunâŚâŚ.Â
And there I see⌠SunâŚ. Lying on the floor⌠left eye, arm missing, and rays⌠missing, oil spilling out of where they once were. Pants were ripped up, and it looked like heâd been like that for a while⌠an hour at most⌠maybe moreâŚÂ
I went to touch him, and there I saw.
My armâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ
It was hisâŚâŚâŚ
NoâŚÂ
It couldnât beâŚ
NoÂ
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No no no no nononoNoNoNoNoNoNo No No no no no nononoNoNoNoNoNoNo No NoNONONo No no no no No no no no nononoNoNoNoNoNoNo No NoNONO No no no no nononoNoNoNoNoNoNo No NoNONO nononoNoNoNoNoNoNo No NoNONO NONONONONONONONONONONON!!!!
I felt oil go down my neck⌠I realized I had been clawing at it.
I ripped more of Sunâs pants as a bandage for my neck, then left the daycare.
I would never come back here; I would live life anew somewhere else⌠wherever life took me.
(Yes, I know I used the same background as ch 1 of July 16th, I was to lazy to make a new background, so I used @crumpet-doodlesâs background they made me for July 16 ch.1)
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#Fnaf moon#fnaf sun#sun and moon show#sams#sams au#sun and moon show au#The Moon with No Sun au#oil = blood#three different kinds of oil#tw oil#tw dead body
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brain has been so full of art. i started drawing again. i started scrapbooking for the first time. i bought a 1968 sewing machine for $30 at a thrift store. i want to learn to quilt. i need help
#personal shenanigans#art#sewing#quilting#scrapbooking#i have three essays due in three weeks#my school schedule cannot handle this shit#i haven't even had time to touch the sewing machine aside from seeing if it works!!#which it should#it's very well oiled and all the bits and pieces are present#hand crank is functional#came with bobbins and a needle#need to check if it still takes regular singer needles or if i have to like#order a different kind#but still#i want to sew!!!!
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Also while I was sick I painted an octopus. he is jiang themed for my convenience.
#my girlfriend got me art supplies for Christmas and I really need to figure out how to use them#I have oil paints now! ive never used oil paints in my life#and I fear them#I have like three different kinds of water colours and ive only ever used the little cakes people give you when you're a kid#the thing about me and painting is that I'm so bad at it I can't tell how bad I am#I get writer's block because my taste exceeds my abilities by a considerable margin#not so the visual arts#how does light work? what shading?#i made an octopus!!! he has freckles#highly encourage all adults to try things they're miserably bad at#the delight is stored in the incompetence
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i had to make a solution for this for myself, mostly because of depression, but it makes a nice How To for folks who are low on spoons or could use some help in the kitchen.
Fortunately i was a professional cook for over a decade. UNfortunately the first post i made explaining it was suuuuper long. Let's see if i can do better
So you select any protein that you can cook in a frying pan -- chicken breasts, ground beef, pork chops, sausages, steak, chicken thighs, whatever. You also select one or two types of veggie (mushrooms or tubers also work, i just did this with potatoes and carrots for dinner tonight).
[i like cooking for vegetarians, but this is how i cook for myself when i'm low on spoons - perhaps i'll do another post for meatless meals]
You'll also need some kind of oil, and a sauce or two of your choice in a bottle. All cooking gear is a large frying pan with lid (i prefer non-stick) a spatula, a cutting board, and a knife.
You cut the veggies into bite size pieces, cut up enough for two meals. One kind of veggie is fine, or you can do mix two or three
Put frying pan on medium heat with a little oil. Tubers or mushrooms or go in the pan a few minutes before the protein. 2 portions of the protein goes in the pan, about 5 minutes with lid (don't worry you can still get a good sear on both sides)
Now flip your protein if it's flip-able and add normal veggies, put the lid back on another five-ish minutes.
Take your protein out and put it with one portion of the veggies in a microwave safe container. That's going to be your lunch tomorrow. Put the other portion of protein on a plate to rest (you have to let a cooked protein sit a couple minutes before you serve it or when you cut into it all the juices run out and it goes dry - the liquids thicken as it cools, preventing this drying out if you let it rest, the goal is to serve it very warm but not hot hot)
While it's resting, pour some sauce from your bottle in the pan with the rest of the veggies and turn up the heat. A single sauce/bottle is fine, i like to get fancy and mix a couple. Two examples of personal favorite mixes are 1: bbq sauce and a hot sauce like sriracha 2: roughly equal parts low sodium soy sauce and worcestershire (makes something similar to a teriyaki sauce) A swallow of wine is almost always a great option if you want to add that to your sauce too, just add it to the pan before the other sauces so the alcohol has time to burn off.
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Here is the important bit. While your veggies are finishing, wash your cutting board and chef knife. Then when you dump your veggies and sauce over your protein on the plate, while it is still too hot to eat, you wash your frying pan and spatula before you eat. Now the only dishes you have left to do are your plate and fork. Maybe a steak knife.
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The whole thing takes about 35 minutes even with washing the dishes, and that includes your lunch for the next day- just pour a different sauce on and stick it in the microwave for a couple minutes (or five minutes back in the frying pan) and you have a full healthy lunch with a different flavor
You can use this technique every single meal and it yields hundreds of combinations, from pork and potatoes bbq, to salmon and broccoli teriyaki, to chicken and zucchini in a soy glaze.
It will keep you down to less than an hour of kitchen time per day total for both lunch and dinner including all dish clean up, uses the least dishes, the least effort, requires the least technique, and is, depending on what you pick out, very affordable
here are a couple more examples from this month; i didnât take pictures of the salmon i did recently, but you get the idea
it's not super fancy, but it is easy, affordable, quick, and any flavors you want. Hope this helps some folks
Happy Cooking!
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grease lubricant
#gotten to the point where i watch restoration videos and go ''oh youre using THAT kind of grease huh... interesting (judgemental)''#my opinion is virtually worthless as im basing it mostly on aesthetics but the fact that i have an opinion at all is. hm.#literal same thing watching woodworking videos and critiquing the choice of finishing wax/oil. as if i know anything#saw a guy put like three different oils on a piece and thought buddy that thing is going to fall right out of your hands its so slippery
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part one
cw: onlyfans!simon, canon universe, cybersex, solo sex/masturbation, being simon's good girl while he has some downtime, parasocial relationship???
author's note: and let me say this once to be clear, if you don't know how to ask for a part two properly without giving some sort of positive feedback and instead demand it from me you will get a verbal spanking from me and i will embarrass you, i do not care
Your breath catches as you gawk at your phone, rereading the message. The sensation of anxiety pricks at you causing you to perspire under your pits and the temple of your forehead.
The thought of himâTacticalHeatâor Ghost or whatever the hell his name is waiting on the other side, possibly stroking himself at the notion of you joining him on a private call sends a rush of arousal up your spine.
Ping!
TacticalHeat: You still there, lovie?
Oh, fuck. You card your fingers through your hair and let out a heavy exhale. It's awful timing really. Like getting caught with your pants down...literally.
Fingers sticky with lube and your own arousal, you stretch your limbs to open the drawer of your nightstand and pull out a wet wipe to clean off your hands and get a gander at the state of your appearance. It's slightly disheveled, but honestly? In a super sexy bedhead kind of way.
You wipe the corners of your eyes to remove the accumulated smudged mascara from your gruesome work day and let a sharp expire through your nose. Well, if you were going to do this, you'd at least look hot doing it.
You: Yeah, I'm here.
TacticalHeat: So what do you think, lovie...you up for it?
"Fuck!" You exclaim to yourself, not realizing that your dumbass forgot to reply to his original message. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment, tracing circles in the air as you try to unscramble your mind.
You: Now works...what do you have in mind?
The three dots appear almost instantly like he's waiting for your response with the same fiery intensity that has you gripping at your phone.
TacticalHeat: I'll send you a link. I wanna see you, too.
Ghost has invited you to a Zoom meeting.
Your heart pounds rapidly against your ribcage, and you feel the heat sidling to your cheeks. You hadn't expected this to escalate so quickly, to be pushed into the spotlight. And yet, the idea of him watching you is thrilling.
With trembling fingers, you adjust the lighting in your room and the camera on your phone to ensure you're getting the best quality. One last look in the mirror to smooth out your hair, and make sure your top reveals a little cleavage before you tap on the link, muddying your phone screen with oils on your finger.
Twiddling with the tripod that sits by the edge of your bed as the link loads, you clip on your phone and sit back while you wait to get accepted. He wastes no time getting you out of the waiting room and you watch as the screen shifts, and suddenly, there he is. Simon's half-lidded gaze fixates on you, his familiar skull-mask in place, but this time it's different. He's relaxed, clad in a black loose-fitted henley that outlines his taut physique, and he's manspreading in light-wash denim jeans, hands exposed and you're already aching at the sight. It's an intimate setting and the atmosphere shifts when he gets a real gander at you. His gravelly voice sends a frisson up your spine:
"There's my good girl," he purrs, and just like that you're hooked.
There's a moment where your heart drops to your ass, and you let out a little shaky breath before giving him a shy smile. His gaze doesn't waver. It's intense and focused as he drinks in every detail of your appearance. You're half wondering what he thinks of you and half focused on the hoarseness in his voice when he calls you 'good girl'. How the blood rushes to your face and your trepidation tingles on your skin.
"Hi," You finally muster up and you swear his dark eyes light up, or maybe it's the delusion that spikes into your prefrontal cortex. "I'm a bit, um, surprised that you wanted to chat like this."
His mask warps in the corner of where you assume his lips are indicating a smirk. "I like a bit of spontaneity," he says, leaning closer to the camera. "Besides I wanted to see how you would handle this."
You avert your gaze for a moment, feeling hot all over again. He notes how you suck in your bottom and how your dilated eyes flicker all over the screen, a subtle sign that your adrenaline is pumping. He wishes he could hear your heart beating through the screen.
Your fingers delicately trace over your collarbone, "what do you wanna see?" your voice drops to a sultry whisper.
His eyes darken and he takes a slow breath as fixates on you, taking in all your subtle gestures and the silkiness in your dulcet tone.
"Show me how you've missed me," he rasps. "show me what you've been doing while you've waited for me."
Christ, you want to melt into your mattress. You knew it was a playful gesture to create a more intimate atmosphere between you two, even if it wasn't true.
The challenge in his tone exhilarates you with a hint of collywobbles that infest your tummy. With a quick glance at your full-size mirror mounted on your closet door, you begin to tug at the strap of your skimpy top, teasingly revealing enough of your skin to keep him riveted.
And it works.
As you continue, you can hear the jingling of his belt being unbuckled and the sound of his zipper going down.
Your blown eyes are entranced by how he frees himself from the waistband of his briefs and youâre driveling over how the muscles under the porcelain skin of his cock twitches. He tilts his head back, transfixed on how youâre exposing your pebbled bud to him.
âBloody hell,â he murmurs, swallowing thickly as you squeeze your breasts between your fingers. âEvery inch of you looks perfect, lovie.â
You practically fawn over his compliments. Heâs praising you, watching you, getting off to you. And that feeling is like nothing youâve ever experienced. You feel liberated and exposed, knowing that heâs eagerly watching you as the lines blur. This feeling consumes you, consumes him, and soon youâre stripping off your panties and he doesnât even bother to hide the groan that escapes his lips.Â
âLook at you, absolutely stunning. Every bit of youâŚâ His tone changes when you part your silken, glistening folds. âTouch yourself for me, lovie.â
Itâs a demanding tone. One that sends a frisson up your spinal column and you feel the need to please, but thereâs another side of you that awakens. The kind that crawls out when youâre being railroaded by a domineering man.Â
âSay please,â You wave your wand around.Â
He softly snorts at your attempt at trying to tame him, but he humors you, âPlease, lovie. I crave ya.â
And thatâs enough to inflate your ego. Your fingers switch on the vibrator and you tease it over your clit, bucking your hips at your sensitive clit.Â
Thereâs a twitch in his eyes when they widen. Like the light in his head switched on. âSo youâve been playing with yourself, have you, pretty girl?â he coos, sitting up a bit more. Oh, youâve really got his attention now.Â
Your heart flutters at the same rate that your pussy does when you realize he takes note of your current over aroused state. âMaybe,â you give him a coquettish grin.Â
As you take the initiative and push the boundaries with him, a rumbling growl emits from him. His gaze intensifies as they lock on yours with a mixture of surprise and approval. He loves a good brat.
âIs that so?â he susurrates, his tone oozes with amusement. He likes the way your pretty face glimmers with the excitement to satisfy him. âYou wanna take control now, do you?â
He shifts in his seat. âGo on then, lovie.â he gestures to you, and oh how his dick creams at the sight of you shaking your legs on for, gasping at the vibrating sensation of your toy caressing your cunt. Youâre really such a site for sore eyes.
âSuch a pretty pussy,âhe praises with a husky voice that makes your heart race. The saccharine moans that leave your lips as you spasms against the silicone while you instruct him to tug at himself.Â
He obliges because how can he not when youâre looking so fucking luscious on the other side of the camera as you winsomely order him to smear the opulent precum that oozes from his angry, swollen tip. A little sob leaves your lips when you see how compliant he is, and how his chest shudders at your words and creamy cries of delight.Â
âJust like that,â he encourages, pumping at himself and in an instant the tables turn, and youâre more than willing to let him take control. He pants at the sight of your parted, saliva-lacquered lips and lolled back eyes. âNo one else gets to see you like this. Only me.â
And that sentence alone leaves you breathless. âOh, you like that?â He chuckles, through his own labored breaths. The raw emotions in his voice makes it clear how much heâs affected by you, âGod, youâre everything I want and more.â
And that does it for you because your orgasm rips through you like a hurricane and you feel your spine involuntarily arch in pleasure, peaked breasts splayed out as your pussy rapidly pulsates on full display for him. They bounce at your ragged breaths and throes of passion and heâs quick to follow, elongating the pleasure of your peak. His velvety, opulent cum spurts out in plentiful, white cords as he bucks his hips and throws his head back. His guttural moans are like music to your ears and youâre quaking at the pure rapture.Â
Thereâs a long moment of silence as you both come down from your highs. A laugh leaves your lips, and a wry grin twitches at his features under his balaclava. Youâre no longer dripping nerves. Your smile lights up the room, and his heart swells at the sight of your afterglow. Your confidence shines through and heâs still hard. Not a very common occurrence in the world of Ghost.
Your eyes flicker to his girthy cock and your grin spreads. His eyes follow yours and he chuckles and gently pumps himself, ânot every day that happens.â
You cock a brow. âWhat the inviting me for a cybersex sesh, or the staying hard after cumming part?â
He barks out a hearty laugh, âBoth I sâppose.â he softly plashes. âReally got me goinâ there, lovie.â
And the nickname brings you back to life. Maybe you really were delirious because you can sense that his eyes display a different range of lingering emotions--persisting lust and a genuine admiration. You canât help but to feel a little victorious as you watch him continue to stroke himself, even after the both of you reached your peak.
âNot everyday I meet someone who can keep up with me,â he rasps. He lets out a breath of satisfaction.
You tilt your head, a coy smile etches into your lips. âGuess Iâm just full of surprises,â you reply softly. Thereâs that sensual confidence seeping into your tone and it shows on your body.
He chuckles. Itâs low and alluring and it causes gooseberries to trail up your skin. âThat you are, lovie,â he counters, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His voice makes you feel warm and gooey. âCould get used to thisâŚto you.â
The implication hangs heavy in the air making his interest in you clear and undeniable. Your heart skips a beat as the heat between you simmers again. Itâs no longer the deviancy alone that tips him off, itâs the fact that heâs brought out a different side of you. Â
âMaybe next time,â your voice is low and tempting as your eyes motion to his still-engorged length. âyouâll let me show you how much more I can handle.â
His smirk widens under his mask, and his hunger for you multiplies. âCount on it.â he replies with the promise of fulfilling that request.
You both share a yearning moment. The spark between you is electrifying and certainly obvious. You decide to make the first move as you sit up to hover your sticky thumb over the end call button, âGood night, Ghost.â
He chews at the end of his cheek and his eyes crinkle signaling that he was smiling wide. âGood night, lovie.â
Thereâs no doubt in your mind that this wonât be the last time youâll see each other like this.
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a note on "fordtramine"
just a thought while im working on a comprehensive history of bill.
by now i'm sure it's common knowledge that stanford's favourite colour is "fordtramarine", a colour only him and bill are able to see due to bill rewiring his optic nerve as a gift, but something i find very interesting is this page from thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com
specifically, that note at the bottom on the "beautiful" paintings ford submitted to (unsuccessfully) demonstrate the colour. most of them are normal, including a self portrait in gouache until you get to "(E) A muse, oil on canvas".
not only that, but in the abstract ford writes that "specific two dimensional entities may act in the same way as a prism, refracting light.... new perceptions"
something something devoting a painting to your muse in the colour that they let you name, that they gifted you with the ability to see. something something bill acting as a prism, like the crystals ford keeps all over his house, that ford can look through, like a doorway into a world entirely made of the weird and wonderful that you connect so deeply with. a world that you can never show anyone else, your canvases are always blank and no-one else has the eyes that you do, your study is rejected and no-one will hear you out.
do you think bill felt that way? growing up, able to see what others couldn't, "its not your fault you have that strange eye", "the doctor says three sips a day will make the visions go away", able to see an entirely different dimension to his own parents, always too different and too strange and too weird.
CODES: "THEY'LL SEE" "THEY'LL ALL SEE" "THE EUCLYDIAN DEPT OF VISION SUPERVISION"
growing up in a world where it seems that seeing beyond the norm is heavily punished, it's kind of telling that bill's gifts to ford are often relating to seeing or knowing things that ford would never experience without bill (new colours, new directions for his research, his mindscape, the portal). the gift of vision from a god who grew up being blinded. bill really is his all-seeing eye, in a lot of ways.
in the same way, fiddleford's gifts to ford almost always revolve around very human comfort (gloves to fit his hands specifically, a pet to keep him company, a snowglobe reminder of the time they spent together) comfort that he was too distracted to devote to his wife and child, only ever to ford who broke or threw them away.
fiddleford accepted ford for who he was, and he showed that through his gifts. all of ford's strangeness and brilliance, gloves made specifically to protect and warm six fingers, a pet that looked like him for him to ramble to when fidd is gone. bill's gifts were brilliant and tailored just for ford, but they were isolating. experiences he could only have with bill, things that made him stranger, more alone, pulled him further into the weirdness, the grey area. all in preparation for the day bill would take things too far, and pray ford, so alike to him, would join him.
#eden rambles#gravity falls#thisisnotawebsitedotcom#billford#fiddauthor#bill cipher#stanford pines#gravity falls meta
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SEX CAGE - A Certain Kind of Freedom
Kwon Eunbi x male reader
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part 1
Eunbi and Somi are lounging on the couch, comfortably wrapped in the delicious art of gossip â the kind of conversation that could fuel hours of free entertainment, without the need for Netflix or Wi-Fi. Eunbi grabs another cookie, chewing slowly as Somi talks with the passion of someone who just watched the latest episode of a dramatic reality show.
"You heard the latest about Mina, right?" Somi starts, her voice full of that conspiratorial tone only someone who truly revels in other people's misfortunes can master.
Eunbi raises an eyebrow, with the moderate interest of someone who knows this is going to be good. "Oh, Mina, the embodiment of perfection... at least according to herself."
Somi nearly chokes with laughter. "Yes! And can you believe her boyfriend dumped her to date her younger sister?!" She drops the news as if sheâs revealing the biggest scandal of the week, which, for their circle, might just be.
Eunbi stifles a laugh, which turns into a rather sadistic smile. "Of course, because obviously the only way to escape that arrogance was... to dive headfirst into an even bigger mess. Congrats to him for making the dumbest choice available."
Somi slaps Eunbiâs arm, laughing. "The worst part is, apparently the sister thought it was cute that he tattooed her name on his arm. Cheap tattoo, mind you. And, of course, she fell for him right then and there. Because nothing says 'I love you' like a bad tattoo."
Eunbi grimaces, shaking her head. "A name tattoo is like signing a contract with disaster. But hey, everyone does what they can with the little brain they have, right?"
They burst into laughter again, the kind of shared humor only longtime friends can appreciate â especially when theyâre mocking someone they never really liked. The sound echoes through the apartment, and for a moment, itâs almost like theyâre back in the days when their biggest worry was deciding which nail polish to wear that week.
Somi finally catches her breath and looks at Eunbi with a softer expression. âBut seriously... youâre glowing, you know? Youâve got such amazing energy! Way different from the last time we talked, when you were, like, at rock bottom with the whole unemployment thing.â
Eunbi feels her stomach churn slightly. Ah, rock bottom. What dark times those were (three months ago). Until she turned things around, of course, but by means Somi canât â and shouldnât â know about. Eunbi plays with her hair, as if she can brush away the discomfort with the gesture. âAh, you know... things have gotten better. Lucky for me, my roommate is super smart.â
Somi narrows her eyes, curious. âSmart how? Did he help you get a new job or something?â
Eunbi tries not to sweat. She canât exactly admit that her current 'job' involves cameras, masks, and an eager audience hungry for more content. So, the lie flows, smooth as oil. âOh, you know, heâs into all that nerdy stuff. Investments, bitcoins, NFTs... those complicated things only weirdos understand. Heâs been covering the bills for now.â
Somi looks at Eunbi, genuinely impressed. âWow, you really lucked out! A rich nerdy roommate. Sounds like one of those clichĂŠ romances.â
Eunbi lets out a nervous smile. âYeah, it was a good roll of the dice.â Before Somi can start connecting dots or asking more complicated questions, Eunbi quickly decides to steer the conversation in a different direction. âBut enough about that. Now that I have more time, Iâm thinking of going back to the gym. What do you think about us going together? Like, a triumphant return to the fitness life.â
Somi almost spills her tea in excitement. âYou? The gym? Iâm shocked!! But seriously, thatâs awesome! What gave you the sudden motivation?â
Eunbi smiles, satisfied to have shifted the topic to safer ground. âOh, you know... health, staying in shape, that kind of thing. And now that Iâve got more free time, Iâve got no excuses, right?â
Of course, the real reason for the new gym routine was less noble and more... vain. Keeping that âporn goddess bodyâ requires work, after all. The cameras donât lie, but they definitely have their preferences. And Eunbi was determined to live up to those expectations â hers, the fansâ, and anyone else willing to pay to watch.
Somi gets excited about the idea, clapping her hands animatedly. âI LOVE this! Finally, a gym buddy! We can even take those post-workout selfies, you know? Like, âno pain, no gain.â Itâs going to be great!â
Eunbi laughs, already picturing herself doing squats while Somi films her for Instagram. âItâll be fun. My goal will be to get abs like yours.â
The conversation flows smoothly, with occasional laughs and sharp gossip, until the apartment door opens and you walk in, as usual, a bit clumsy, unaware that youâre interrupting the gathering. Somi turns her head to look at you, surprised but with her usual friendly, easy smile.
âHey! Long time no see!â She gets up to greet you while you try to force a tired smile and give her a quick hug. Not that you donât like Somi; sheâs great, really, but she always brings this certain energy that leaves you feeling slightly... drained. The kind of person who could empty the battery of an entire room just by showing up.
âHowâs it going?â you ask, trying to be polite as you prepare to escape to your room.
Somi responds with the same enthusiasm as always. âEverythingâs great! And you? I havenât seen you in ages!â
âAh, Iâm good too. Make yourselves at home, donât mind me, Iâm just heading to my cave,â you say, and with that, you finally make your way to your room.
Barely closing the door, Somi, who never misses an opportunity, turns to Eunbi with a curious gleam in her eye.
âSo, has he been bringing a lot of girls around here?â
Eunbi lets out a theatrical sigh, as if the question were more ridiculous than it actually was. âThank God, no. Heâs always been pretty chill, actually. More of a stay-at-home, play-video-games type than the âhook up with everyoneâ kind.â
Somi crosses her arms, a thoughtful expression on her face. âReally? Thatâs funny. Heâs cute. And I always thought cute guys were taken. What a waste.â
Eunbi tries to keep her composure, but something about Somi finding you cute bothers her. Not that sheâs jealous. Obviously not! But hearing Somi compliment you... well, letâs just say itâs irritating. âYeah, heâs cute. But anyway, back to the topic... the gym, right? I think Iâll start tomorrow.â
âGreat! The gym I go to is amazing, youâll love it.â
Eunbi smiles, satisfied with the sudden shift in conversation, and decides to change the course even further.
"By the way, Iâve always wanted to ask you something, Somi... have you ever been with a girl?"
Somi almost breaks the cookie she was about to eat. She blinks, processing the question. âUh... like, kissed?â
Eunbi shrugs. âKissed, hooked up, anything. Has it ever happened?â
Somi, still a bit taken aback, furrows her brow. âAh, kissing, sure. Everyoneâs kissed a friend after a few drinks, right? Itâs like a friendship ritual.â
Eunbi lets out a little laugh. âSo, just a kiss then? Nothing more?â
Now, Somiâs completely intrigued. She places her teacup carefully on the coffee table, as if sheâs about to disarm a bomb. âWell... Iâve never slept with a girl, if thatâs what youâre asking.â
Eunbi continues to probe. âAnd... would you try it?â
She pauses, looking at Eunbi more intently now, as if trying to catch the hidden subtext in the question. Then, connecting some dots, maybe a bit hastily, she smiles slightly. âWait... are you suggesting thatââ
But before Somi can finish her sentence, Eunbi waves her hand, as if shooing away a bunch of unwanted thoughts. âNo, no! Nothing like that. Iâm not suggesting anything. I was just curious.â
Somi laughs, but thereâs a faint thread of tension in the air now, something light, something that wasnât there before. âOh, okay. Because, you know, I wouldnât judge if you were thinking about it. I mean, youâre gorgeous, Iâm gorgeous... It wouldnât exactly be a tragedy.â
Eunbi gives a short, controlled laugh, like someone who needs to keep the train on the tracks. âI know, but thatâs not it. I was just asking.â
Somi relaxes, but the mischievous look doesnât fade. âAh, got it. Just checking if the hot friendâs into girl-on-girl stuff. Sure, makes sense. Now tell me, what about you? Ever been with a girl?â
âWell... like you, Iâve kissed some friends a few times, you know, those party moments when everyoneâs drunk and hyped. But I never... went beyond that, you know?â
Somi puts on a fake dramatic act, clutching her chest like she's deeply offended. "What? You've kissed other friends but never me? And here I thought our friendship was special!"
Eunbi, with the calm of someone who always has an answer ready, shrugs. "Well, we could change that right now, if you want."
Somi raises an eyebrow, surprised, but a smile begins to form on her lips. "Are you serious?"
Eunbi simply nods. "Why not? Friends do these things, right?"
If this were a book, this would be the moment when the reader holds their breath, eagerly anticipating what's next.
Then, without much fuss, Somi gives a mischievous smile, and they both lean forward until their lips touch in a quick, simple kiss. No drama, no complications. Just a brief moment, but with an underlying tension neither of them will admit to.
When they pull away, Eunbi smiles like she just checked off something from her to-do list.
"There. Now you're part of the exclusive group of friends I've kissed."
Somi laughs, raising her cup of tea. "Wow, what an honor. Let's toast to that."
Eunbi raises hers too, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "To open friendships."
They clink their cups, the sound echoing through the room, and the atmosphere relaxes again, as if nothing unusual just happened.
â
[12:03 AM]
Yujin: Heyyyy Rubydden! đ¤â¨ Saw your sextape, girl, you SLAYED! Congrats!
[12:07 AM]
Rubydden: Omg, thanksss! I was so nervous, you have no idea đł
[12:08 AM]
Yujin: Nervous? Pff, no way. You looked super natural. Youâve got that je ne sais quoi. Like... I dunno, a mix of dominatrix and Instagram fairy, you know?
[12:09 AM]
Rubydden: đđ What a description! Now I gotta add that to my bio. But seriously, I loved what you do too. I watched some of your vids and I was like... wow â¤ď¸đĽ
[12:11 AM]
Yujin: Some? Haha, liar, bet you binged them all đ
[12:15 AM]
Rubydden: Well... maybe five or six đ
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[10:35 AM]
Yujin: Look, I'm gonna be blunt... I got off to your titjob. That was AVN Awards level đĽľđŚ
[10:36 AM]
Rubydden: đł Omg! Wasnât expecting that. Now Iâm blushing
[10:37 AM]
Yujin: You're a goddess, Rubydden. That close-up on your boobs... girl, perfection!!
[10:38 AM]
Rubydden: Haha, I thought the same about you when I saw that video of you making yourself squirt... hard to forget
[10:39 AM]
Yujin: Haha perfect! But seriously, that titjob you did... I had to grab a vibrator because it was sooo hot đĽ
[10:40 AM]
Rubydden: OMG, really?! I'm feeling flattered now đ
[10:41 AM]
Yujin: Of course!! Iâm not gonna lie, you and your guy have crazy chemistry. Ever tried a threesome?
[10:42 AM]
Rubydden: Never tried, actually. But I've always been curious... đ¤ Why, got something in mind?
[10:44 AM]
Yujin: Girl, if you haven't tried it, you're missing out, seriously. I've done it a few times and, for real, itâs amazing. Now, imagine this: me, you, and your guy in a video. It'd break the internet!!
[10:46 AM]
Rubydden: Wow... That definitely sounds like something to think about. I guess I'd have to talk to him first, right?
[10:47 AM]
Yujin: For sure, for sure! But think about it seriously, okay? We could make something super sensual, something that would drive the audience wild. Plus, itâd be a lot of fun đ
[10:49 AM]
Rubydden: Haha, gosh, I'm nervous just thinking about it. But I wonât lie... the idea is tempting
[10:50 AM]
Yujin: Trust me, girl. Itâs gonna be an experience you wonât forget. And, obviously, who could forget you after that?
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Youâre sitting in Eunbiâs room, her laptop open on the desk in front of you, your eyes skimming over the messages again and again. That dialogue on the screen doesnât just surprise you, it throws you into a world you didnât even know existed a few months ago.
Yujin?
Collab?
A threesome?
Eunbi, standing beside you, looks at you like sheâs already made up her mind. To her, this is just another chance to go viral again. "So?" she says, tapping your shoulder lightly, a carefree smile on her face. "What do you think?"
You swallow hard, the words getting stuck in your throat. "I... I donât know what to say."
She frowns a little, but still in a playful way, like sheâs hearing someone complain about being hot in the summer. "Oh, you never know what to say. Relax. Itâs not that complicated." And then, with a twinkle in her eye: "Yujin's hot, right? And she's got millions of followers. If we do this, itâs gonna be huge. Like, huge."
"Itâs not that," you mumble, trying to form something coherent, but all logic seems to slip away from you like sand through your fingers. "I mean, itâs just... all of this... itâs so new."
She lets out a soft laugh, like she was expecting exactly that. "Of course itâs new. I still remember us sitting on the couch freaking out, thinking weâd get evicted from our apartment. Everythingâs happening so fast, but look where we are now!" She picks up her phone, scrolling through Yujinâs photo gallery, clearly much more comfortable with the idea than you are.
"But I donât even... know if I want to do this," you admit, trying to understand why your voice sounds so small in this conversation when you should be shouting HEY, I LOVE YOU, CAN WE TALK ABOUT US?!
"Itâs okay to not want to... right now," she replies, still half-distracted as she shows you another picture of Yujin, this one even more provocative. "But seriously, look at this. Us and her? Itâs gonna break the internet. And youâd be the luckiest guy in the world." She says it like sheâs pitching the latest smartphone, full of perks and no downsides.
"Iâm not sure âluckyâ is the word Iâd use," you laugh awkwardly. How do you explain that, in your head, luck would be getting to take her out to dinner, with no cameras or masks in the way?
She frowns, clearly not understanding why youâre not jumping at the idea. "Okay, then whatâs the problem?"
Inside, the knot of emotions keeps growing. Youâre still trying to process the fact that youâre falling for your best friend. The girl youâve always shared everything with, who stood by your side through the tough early days of adulthood. You two share something special... but she doesnât seem to see it the same way. Sheâs caught up in the work, the followers, the rising fame.
And you?
Youâre caught up in the feeling of falling in love with someone who might only see you as a tool for her career.
You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and all you can manage is a frustrated sigh.
"Iâll... think about it, okay?"
She gives you a quick hug, like youâve just agreed to go to her Barbie-themed party. "Relax, itâs gonna be amazing, youâll see. Weâre doing so well! Maybe, when things calm down, we can even take a trip, just the two of us. What do you think?"
You allow yourself a small smile.
A trip, just the two of you?
That sounds almost... romantic.
"Yeah... that sounds nice."
"Yes! I was thinking maybe the Swiss Alps, how about that? Us in a cozy little cabin, snow falling outside, a fireplace burning... perfect, right?" She looks at you, her eyes shining with the idea. For a brief moment, you imagine the two of you together, far away from everything, just enjoying each otherâs company. Damn, that would be perfect.
But, of course, Eunbi continues: "And we could shoot a video there! Imagine, us having sex in front of the fireplace, with the snow falling outside... itâd go viral."
You roll your eyes and take a deep breath. Of course.
Because in the end, thatâs what it all boils down to. The romance fades faster than your desire to keep this conversation going.
â
You're lying on the couch, engrossed in your book, when you hear the apartment door open. Eunbi had gone out to pick up a package, and you were already used to her dramatic entrances. But the excitement with which she bursts through the door this time makes you suspicious of what on earth is in that box. It could contain anything from a toaster to a new vibrator powerful enough to emit sound waves detectable by a hydrophone at the bottom of the ocean.
âSo, whatâd you get this time?â you ask without looking up from your book.
âOh, you'll find out soon enough,â she replies in a voice full of secrets.
You raise an eyebrow but go back to your book. âRight. Whatever it is, I hope it doesnât explode.â
She disappears into the bedroom, and for a second, everything returns to normal. You almost convince yourself itâs nothing to worry about⌠until hours later, when another door opens again, this time with the subtlety of a hurricane. And who enters the room is⌠well, Eunbi, but a version of her that looks like she just walked out of a weird fanfic written by someone with way too much time on their hands.
Sheâs wearing a schoolgirl skirt that honestly makes you question the sanity of fashion designers and a baby tee she probably last wore many years ago.
You look at her, half incredulous, half amused, and canât help but laugh. âOkay, what the hell is that?â
Eunbi spins around like a runway model, making the skirt dangerously twirl. âMy new costume! For the next video, obviously.â
You tilt your head, a bit cynical. âWhat video?â
âI mean, our video,â she corrects. âWeâre gonna do a roleplay. Iâm the younger sister, and youâre the older brother.â
What?
You frown.
âWait, what?â
But she moves closer, sitting beside you, her hand strategically landing on your thigh. And itâs that kind of hand slide that makes your neurons scream to ignore it, but of course, your body had already betrayed you the second she walked into the room in that⌠outfit. Now you start to understand that the mysterious box might have had something to do with this transformation.
âIâm going to be your stepsister,â she begins, while her fingers trace slow circles on your leg, âand our parents arenât home... and I want to show you something. Something I just discovered, you know, like⌠sex.â
âOh, sure. Sex,â you say, as if itâs the most revolutionary concept youâve ever heard. âBecause thatâs what every little sister does, right?â
She either ignores the sarcasm or just doesnât care. âExactly! Oh, and of course, it won't be anything too scripted, we'll just feel the vibe and improvise. Itâs going to be our best video yet. Itâll have that⌠forbidden touch, you know?â
You lean back on the bed, trying to figure out a way out of this. âSo⌠like⌠can I finish my book first?â
Her eyes gleam with pure determination as she leans in closer, her hand now dangerously high on your thigh. âYou can finish later. This will be quick.â
You had spent the last few days deciding that, no, this was too much, that you werenât going to have sex with Eunbi just to create content anymore. Boundaries, you told yourself. Self-respect. You were more than that, right? You were going to set limits, be firm...
But now, with her hand so close to something that does not respect any rational decision, those words start to feel distant.
Then she delivers the final blow, the argument that should be illegal in any discussion. âAnd, look, itâll be my first anal. Youâll get to fuck my ass. And, to make it better, Iâll let you come inside.â
Your synapses short-circuit. All those mature reflections about feelings and dignity⌠vanish. The decision you had sworn to keep firm just... dies. Just like that.
Her hand is already on your cock, and of course, itâs already rock-hard. Not that you have much of a choice at this point. Your body had already made the decision for you.
âItâll be fun,â she says with a slight tease, her fingers now playing with your erection. âAnd I promise Iâll make you feel... very good.â
You try, by some miracle, to keep your composure. âOkay, but... shouldnât we have, like, talked about this first?â
She looks at you with an expression that clearly says: Are we really having this conversation right now? âThe only thing we need to talk about is how much you want to fuck my ass.â
You let out a sighâwhether of surrender, desire, or just because youâre an idiot, youâre not sure.
But deep down, you knew you were defeated the moment she walked into the room wearing that damned skirt.
Of all the absurd decisions youâve made, this is probably the most obvious one. With your mind utterly overwhelmed by a mix of desire and confusion, you heard yourself saying yes before you had time to process anything more rationalâlike, for instance, no.
Eunbi smiles as if she's about to invite you to play house, but a version that would never be allowed on any playground. She bounces off the mattress, as if the thrill of seeing you sink into this pit of poor decisions is a small personal victory, and rushes to the bedroom. You hear the sound of boxes being rummaged through. She comes back with a mask and the camera. Your camera, which, letâs be honest, she practically stole from you a long time ago.
"Here," she says, handing you the equipment with a sparkle in her eyes. "Now Iâm going to redo the entrance," she continues, already in full actress mode, putting the mask on, "but this time, youâre going to be my older brother, and Iâll be your... well, you already know."
You sigh, half-amused, half-resigned, but lie down on the bed as instructed, slightly frustrated to give up something important to do... thisâand yes, you did consider finishing that book importantâbut, if we're being honest, resisting Eunbi was like trying to hold water in your hands.
You turn on the TV, something generic is on, maybe a show about giant cakes, which, of course, doesnât match whatâs about to happen. You press the record button on the camera.
And this is how it begins:
The bedroom door opens, and there she is, the personification of every possible clichĂŠ of fantasies that shouldnât exist. A schoolgirl skirt thatâs way too short, a baby tee that only someone with questionable taste would consider appropriate for anyone past puberty, and a walk that was almost a caricature. But the strangest thing was how much she had changed. It wasnât just the outfit. It was everything: the posture, the gestures, even the expression on her face. When she approaches and says, âHey, big brother,â the voice is so sweet itâs almost sickening.
Pure poisoned sugar.
You glance at her as she sits at the edge of the bed, the camera strategically positioned to film from the neck down, focusing on that damned tight baby tee that accentuates her breasts. âHey,â you reply, casually.
âParents are gone,â she announces, sitting beside you on the bed. You mutter something vague in response, more focused on surviving the scene than keeping up the act.
âRemember what dad said before he left?â she asks, with that voice that sounds like itâs meant to sell childrenâs toys or, in this case, sell the idea of something entirely different.
You nod absentmindedly. âSure, take care of the house. And you.â
She smiles. But itâs not an innocent smile.
No, definitely not.
"Exactly. And I was thinking⌠shouldnât you, like, take care of me now?"
âHmm, take care of you... how?â
She smiles again, and the insinuation in her voice is so heavy it could sink a ship. "I discovered something. Something people do to feel good. And I think we should try it."
You try to fake indifference, which, of course, doesnât help at all. "Oh yeah? Whatâs that?"
She leans in a little more, almost whispering. "The man puts the, um, whatâs it called? Penis! Thatâs it! The man puts the penis into... the vagina... I think thatâs it. He puts the penis in the womanâs vagina. That makes them feel good." She pauses, watching your reaction. âI want to try that with you.â
You almost choke on your own saliva.
"What? Who told you that?"
She shrugs, like itâs the most normal thing in the world. "Saw it on the internet."
Ah, of course. The internet. The vast well of wisdom and depravity.
Before you could come up with a reasonable excuse to cut this strange performanceâsomething like âI canât do this, sorryâ or âplease, I just want to finish my bookââher hand was already on your cock. And, to be fair, thatâs exactly what your brain didnât need at that moment.
âHey, what are you doing now?â you ask, more because you felt you should say something than because you really wanted an answer.
âLet me see your dick, brother,â she said, as if asking to see the TV remote. âPlease, please, please!â
"I can't show you that," you retorted, in vain.
She frowned, but in a mischievous way. âIâll show you whatâs under my panties if you show me your dick.â
And, of course, her next move was to part her leg and lift her skirt, revealing the most enticing panties anyone could imagineâpink, with little animal prints, the full provocation package.
Your self-controlâor what was left of itâflew out the window. She kept pressing on your dick over your pants, and finally, you gave in. "Alright, alright."
âYaaay!!â
Eunbi took on the role with an almost disturbing enthusiasm. When you finally gave in and let her pull down your pants, her eyes lit up with exaggerated curiosity, as if she was dealing with something mysterious, incomprehensible, and worthy of scientific study. She looked at your cock like it was a particularly intriguing puzzleâone to be solved not with logic, but with her hands.
"Wow..." she murmured, her words filled with rehearsed admiration. Her fingertips brushed against the warm skin, exploring as if it was the first time she had ever touched a cock. She giggled and, with a touch that was almost innocent (if it werenât so provocative), started handling it like she was investigating the workings of a new toy.
âItâs... so big!â The words came out with an overly exaggerated tone of surprise.
You tried to maintain some semblance of indifference, but it was like trying to keep a dam intact in the middle of a hurricane. "Careful there," you said, your voice already tense, feeling every light touch as if your cock was now in the hands of an inexperienced mechanic unsure of how to proceed.
She used both hands, holding it with a curiosity that seemed clumsy but intentionally sensual. âWhy is it like this? Like, hard... but the skinâs soft at the same time?â The question was so simple, almost comical in its innocence, that you couldnât hold back a nervous laugh.
âThatâs how it works,â you muttered, the effort to keep your head in the game becoming harder as her hands slid more confidently. She squeezed a little more, testing different ways to hold it, as if searching for the perfect grip, her short nails brushing the sensitive skin in a way that made you squirm.
âAnd these balls down here?â She looked at them with genuine curiosity, playing with your balls, her gaze still so inquisitive that it almost made you laugh again. âWhat are they for? Do they get hard too?â
âNo...â you took a deep breath, trying to explain without completely losing your composure. âI mean, they can get a little hard when theyâre full... Theyâre⌠sensitive , just... donât mess with them too much.â
She laughed, clearly amused by the reaction she was provoking. Her touch grew bolder as she became more familiar with what she was doing, running her hands along the entire length, holding your balls with a mix of care and silly curiosity, like she was weighing something valuable. âOh, so the balls are sensitive...â she teased, laughing mischievously. "Iâll be careful."
She wasnât, of course. Her touch, though clumsy for the character, was becoming more precise, more intentional. She knew exactly what she was doing, even if the role demanded a forced innocence.
"Can I... try something?" she asked, lying under your legs, her face so close to your dick that you could feel her warm breath on the tip.
"Try what?"
It was an unnecessary question because the answer was already written between the two of you in bold letters. She knew. You knew. Everyoneâincluding the audience watching this laterâknew.
âCan I... lick it?â she asked with the same sweetness as someone asking to taste a piece of candy. She tilted her head, her eyes big and bright behind the mask, and without waiting for an answer, lowered her head and gave a timid lick, almost as if she was testing the taste.
You took a deep breath, your muscles tensing involuntarily. "Go ahead..."
She started licking with small, experimental touches, giggling with each new move as if she was genuinely enjoying herself. "It tastes kind of... salty," she commented, like she was talking about a new gourmet ice cream. She laughed again, licking once more, this time with more intention, running her tongue from the base to the tip with an almost disturbing concentration. "Is that good for you?"
"Fuck yes," you responded, trying to control the moan already escaping your throat.
âThen Iâll keep going...â she murmured, smiling satisfied with herself, like a good sister just wanting to make her older brother feel good.
Her movements were a strange, seductive mix of rehearsed hesitation and almost genuine curiosity. The tip of her tongue traced small lines along your skin, up and down, almost like she was discovering a new flavor. She giggled between licks, which for some reason only made the situation hotter. With each touch, the heat in your body intensified.
âYou really like this, huh?â she asked with a feigned innocence that you knew was part of the act, but it didnât make the situation any less provocative. The way she spoke, as if asking an everyday question, contrasted deliciously with the explicit nature of what she was doing.
You let out a low moan, struggling to maintain some control over the situation. âItâs... incredible,â you replied, your voice already shaky.
She paused for a moment, her eyes shining with interest, as if analyzing the situation from a new angle. âSo... if this makes you feel so good, whatâs the best part?â The question came with that unsettling curiosity of wanting to learn more, wanting to be better at making her brother happy.
You try to stay focused, fighting the urge to just drop the camera and use both hands to make her gag on your dick. But no, she wanted it to be a game, she wanted it slowâyou both had roles to play. "The tip," you said, vaguely pointing to the most sensitive part of your dick. âThe tip is... where you should focus more.â
Eunbi raised an eyebrow, amusement clear on her face. "The tip?" She looked at your dick with the same exaggerated fascination, her lips moving slowly as she considered the new challenge. "Okay, big brother... If thatâs what will make you feel better."
She leaned her head closer, her gaze fixed on the tip of your dick, like she was about to solve a Rubikâs cube. And then, with calculated slowness, she wrapped her lips around the head, giving a light suck, as if tasting something for the first time.
You couldnât hold back the moan that escaped your lips. The touch of her soft lips, combined with the light pressure of the suction, was simply electrifying. And she seemed to love the reaction she provoked, laughing softly as she continued, her movements increasing in intensity.
âLike this, is it good?â she asked, her voice slightly muffled, as she kept the tip of your dick in her mouth. With each word, the vibration made you lose more and more control.
"Keep going... just like that... it's really good," you managed to say, the words escaping with difficulty. She gave a low, satisfied laugh before going back to what she was doing, now using her tongue to explore the tip with even more curiosity. She swirls her tongue in slow, teasing circles, gently increasing the pressure before relaxing, repeating the motion as if she's experiencing something new each time.
"It's kind of weird," she says suddenly, pulling her mouth away for a second to catch her breath but keeping her hand firmly around your cock, playing with the base like it's something she just learned to use. "But in a good way, you know? Like... kind of funny."
"There's nothing funny about this," you say, almost laughing but trying to keep your composure. "Just... keep doing what you were doing."
She smiles, that mischievous smile that shows she knows exactly what she's doing. "Okay, okay... I'll be a good sister, I promise." And with that, she puts the tip of your cock back in her mouth, now with more determination, sucking with a steady rhythm that makes your whole body react.
You and the camera watch everything, your mind torn between the rising lust and the surrealness of the situation. The way she slips into the role, playing with the idea of being a little sister "discovering" something so dangerous and exciting, only heightens the effect. She sucks the tip with absurd concentration, as if each movement were a new step in a forbidden game.
She pulls the cock out of her mouth again, her hands still busy, and looks at you, eyes gleaming with excitement that comes more from the game than the act itself. "Do you want me to keep going like this? Or should I do something else? I... I can learn quickly, you know."
"So, remember the balls? You can suck them too. Iâll like that a lot."
"You said theyâre sensitive, right?" Her voice has that exaggerated tone of curiosity, like she's playing a little sister who wants to learn everything, absolutely everything. "What do I do with these... little balls?"
You, already sunk into the role sheâs forcing on you, struggle to keep your voice steady. "Yeah... yes. Theyâre... sensitive. You can... suck them too. But, carefully."
She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Suck? Like I did with your cock?"
You nod, the words almost slipping. "Yes. But... slower, okay?"
"Mmm, got it!" she murmurs in a devilishly sweet voice. "I'll take care of you, just like you take care of me."
She lowers her head further, moving slowly down to your balls, as if sheâs deliberating her next move. She gives them another lick, experimental and almost casual, like sheâs licking a popsicle in front of the TV on a Saturday afternoon, and not your body.
"Like this?" Her voice is loaded with fake innocence, but the mischievous smile on her lips leaves no doubt that Eunbi knows exactly what sheâs doing. "Or should I be a bit... more careful?"
You swallow hard. "Thatâs it, just⌠a little slower..."
She giggles again, that light laugh that makes it seem like youâre really playing make-believe. But, obviously, what sheâs doing is far from that. She tilts her head more and begins licking your balls slowly, this time without hesitation, but still with that touch of exaggerated curiosity.
"It's funny," she comments between licks. "I didnât know they could get harder." With each word, she lets her tongue glide smoothly over the sensitive skin, teasing in a way that makes everything feel like one big game.
You can barely think of a coherent response. "Yeah... the more you play with the balls, the 'harder' they get," is all you can say, trying to maintain some control while her head moves between the base of your cock and your balls, like sheâs deciding which part she likes best.
Then she looks up again, as if a brilliant idea just struck her. "What if I suck it all at once? Do you think I can fit it all in my mouth?"
"Yes... go ahead, try..."
And she does, enveloping your balls with her mouth slowly and carefully, almost with that rehearsed sweetness, like an obedient little sister.
"Am I doing well?" she asks in that sweet little voice, her words muffled as she continues playing with your balls, moving her head side to side, as if sheâs, once again, testing the limits of what she can do.
You almost laugh, but itâs a forced laugh, the kind you make when youâve been taken to a place where reason was lost long ago. "Youâre such a good girl!"
She smiles, satisfied. "I want to be the best little sister in the world!"
"Okay, if you really want to be the best little sister in the world, then do as you promised and show me whatâs under your panties, alright?" you ask, knowing itâs best to stop for now, or the video will end in just a blowjob.
She obediently stands up, unbuttoning her skirt with deliberate slowness, almost ceremoniously. You get rid of your pants and boxers for good and sit on the edge of the bed. She lets the fabric slide down her thighs to the floor, revealing pink panties. It doesnât help that she seems genuinely excited about it, like sheâs playing with something her parents didnât allow.
"Do you like it?" she asks, turning slightly to show off the pink panties decorated with little animals and bows on the sides.
You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure, which is a colossal challenge considering the scene. "Itâs... yeah, itâs nice."
"Nice?" She pretends to be offended, crossing her arms over her chest. "These panties are cute. I chose them especially for my brother." She emphasizes the âbrotherâ with a tone that should be sweet but only manages to sound dangerously suggestive.
"Sure, sure," you reply, looking away for a second, as if that would help you escape the trap. "Cute."
With an even wider smile, she slowly lowers her panties, revealing her already wet pussy. The âlittle stepsisterâ looks at you with a rehearsed expression of pure innocence. "Huh? Why... is it so wet?"
You take a deep breath, knowing that any answer to that question will only dig you deeper. But like any protagonist in a story whoâs clearly made the worst decision, you answer: "Itâs because... you like me. Your body reacts like that when you... really like someone."
She ponders for a second, as if sheâs considering this revelation for the first time. "Ah... that makes sense. I do really like you, you know?"
"Yeah... I like you a lot too," you murmur, as if that would help keep things within some kind of boundary.
"So," she continues, her eyes fixed on yours, "what do we do now, brother? How are you going to take care of me?"
You try to keep your voice calm, even though you know itâs quickly becoming impossible. "Why donât you start... touching your pussy? Slowly. Just to see how it feels."
She seems surprised, but excited by the suggestion. Slowly, her fingers begin to descend, gliding over her soft skin until they reach her wet pussy. And the moans start, first light, then becoming continuous, accompanied by a smile that drives you crazy.
"Like this?" she asks, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
"Yes, exactly like that," you reply, your voice a little rougher than youâd like, slowly stroking your cock while you film and watch the scene.
She continues, her fingers still timid, almost hesitant, like sheâs discovering a new toy and doesnât know exactly how to use it. She bites her lower lip, clearly enjoying her own curiosity, but you notice that something... is missing.
"No, no... this way it wonât be as good," you say, trying to sound instructional, which is a colossal challenge given the situation. "Let me show you a better way."
She stops, her eyes blinking at you with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Show me? Like... youâre going to teach me, big brother?" She smiles like sheâs learning to do homework, except the âlessonâ at hand is far from academic.
"Yes... thatâs it, Iâll show you. Trust me. Lie down on my bed and open your legs."
You stand up as she does what you asked, her legs slowly spreading to give you full access. With a sigh, you slide your hand between her thighs, your fingers lightly brushing her warm, damp pussy.
She trembles slightly at the touch, letting out a soft moan. "What are you going to do...?"
"Just relax, okay? You'll feel much more pleasure that way," you respond, still in 'older brother instructing' mode, because somehow that twisted logic makes sense right now.
Your fingers find her clit, and you start making slow circles, pressing just the right wayâthe way you know will make her writhe with pleasure. And, as expected, her moans intensify, her hips moving involuntarily against your hand.
"Ah... this is... so much better," she whispers, her eyes half-closed, her voice now more drawn out, almost surprised at the intensity of what she's feeling. "This feels so good, you're making me feel so good!" She arches her back, getting more lost in the touch, her hands squeezing her breasts, still covered by the baby tee, her moans echoing through the room. "This... this is incredible," she breathes between sighs. "Do it again, brother. Do it like that."
You comply, your fingers now firmer, exploring the small spasms of her body, each touch precise to make her feel more, to make her moan louder. Her breathing becomes ragged, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, and for a moment, the absurd theatrics of the situation disappear, replaced by a raw, physical connection.
"You like that, donât you?" you ask, knowing the answer is obvious.
"I love it... Mmm, I didn't know I could feel this way." she replies, her voice broken. "You're... you're the best brother I could ever have."
Your fingers move faster now, firm and precise, playing her body like an instrument, each stroke making her tremble. She's gasping, eyes closed, writhing beneath you, her hips rising and falling against your hand. It's a hypnotic sightâalmost like watching a chaotic dance, where her body is the instrument, and you, the conductor.
"Ah... brother, I... Iâm feeling something strange..." she murmurs, her voice hoarse, almost trembling.
You smile, keeping your tone calm, as if you've been through this before. "It's normal... just relax and let it happen. It'll feel good, trust me."
She lets out a long, nearly broken moan as her body begins to lose control, her muscles contracting involuntarily around your hand. The camera is focused on her movements, capturing every contortion, every muffled moan, as if it were the final piece of a banned masterpiece in several countries.
"Ah, ah... I can't... Oooh..." She begins to beg, her words dissolving into pure sound, as your fingers continue, relentless, pressing and circling, giving no reprieve.
"That's it, let it out... it'll feel good, just let it all out." You encourage her, your voice soft, almost paternal, a sharp irony considering the context.
And then, it happens. She arches sharply, her body trembling violently, and you feel her wet heat spill over your hand. She comes with a scream that echoes through the room, her moans transforming into a primal sound, pure instinct and release. You keep playing her, extending the moment until the last spasm fades.
The camera captures everythingâthe unbridled pleasure, the ecstasy etched into every curve of her body. Every tremor and sigh are recorded.
When she finally collapses on the bed, exhausted, her breathing uneven, you gently pull your fingers away, bringing your soaked hand up to the camera lens for a close-up.
"Good job, little sister," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice. She just giggles, exhausted but satisfied, her body still trembling with the last traces of pleasure.
"I knew I could trust you," she murmurs, eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"But we're not done yet," you say. "I want you to get on all fours for me, I'll show you something.â
Eunbi eagerly complies, lying face down with that almost naive obedience, arching her back with the precision of someone who's done this before. And you, in the role of the responsible older brother, observe and film.
"Now open that ass," you say, giving her a light slap that makes her skin ripple, and without question, she pulls her small hands to spread her cheeks, revealing her tight little asshole and wet pussy, everything perfectly exposed.
You run your fingers over her pussy, wetting them carefully, like you're preparing for a sacred ritual. Then you slide the wet finger down to her tight little asshole. She shifts a bit but stays in position, letting out a low moan as you finally push the finger inside.
"This little ass is precious, you know?" you say, almost in a teacherly tone as your finger slowly explores. "No one else can play with it but me. Just me."
She moans again, a sound mixed with pleasure and a promise about to be made. "I know, brother. Itâs yours... only yours."
Her voice sounds sweet, almost begging for more, and you increase the pressure with your finger, pushing a little deeper, testing how far you can go. She arches her back even more, as if trying to make your job easier, offering her body.
"Good to know you understand," you tease, and she murmurs something in agreement. "Because if anyone else tries, thereâs going to be a problem, understood?"
She bites her lip, her fingers still holding her cheeks apart. "I promise, brother... itâs only yours."
You smile, satisfied with her promise. "Thatâs how I like it."
Eunbi remains there, face down, obedient, her hands gripping her cheeks firmly, opening herself to you as if this were the natural purpose of her existence. Her breathing is heavy but eager as your fingers explore, playing with the tight little asshole still learning what it means to belong to someone. You feel the heat of her skin, and the way she trembles with each of your movements makes it clear that despite everything, she's enjoying it.
"Good girl," you say in a tone of approval that sounds almost paternal, moving your finger with more determination now, circling slowly before pressing in again. She lets out a shaky sigh, biting her lip and closing her eyes as if trying to focus on anything other than the pleasurable discomfort you're causing.
"It... it hurts," she admits in a trembling voice, as if revealing a secret, but then immediately moans again, that strange mix of pain and desire. "But it feels good..." She arches her back a little more, as if to encourage you, even as her body struggles to adjust to the new sensation.
You chuckle, pleased with her progress. Then you wet your fingers more in her pussy.
"Itâs going to hurt a bit at first," you admit, moving the wet finger more slowly now, just to test her limits. "But donât worry. Soon enough your little ass will get used to it." The promise is made in a reassuring tone.
Eunbi lets out a louder moan as you penetrate a little deeper, her fingers gripping her cheeks tighter as if trying to steady herself. She moves, arching her back into an even more inviting angle, legs slightly apart. "You... you think?" Her voice is a mix of insecurity and excitement, almost as if she's asking for more.
"I know," you respond, soaking in the confidence of the role, moving your finger with more rhythm, teasing her. "You're a good girl, and good girls always learn fast."
She moans again, her face buried in the mattress, but her arched back continues offering everything you've asked for and more. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna be a good girl for you, brother. I promise..."
You pause for a moment, your fingers still wet from the recent exploration. Eunbiâor, for the purposes of this performance, your âstepsisterââbreathes deeply, still arched, her body tense with anticipation. The atmosphere is thick, and for a brief second, you just stand there, silently absorbing every almost imperceptible tremor running down her spine. The camera, your silent partner, focuses on every nuance of her expression, every shiver.
âItâs time for you to find out what youâve been wanting, princess,â you say.
âPlease⌠put your cock in me.â
"Say please," you respond, your voice low, so heavy with desire you barely recognize it. "Be a good girl and ask politely."
Eunbi, ever the meticulous actress, turns her face toward you, her wide eyes behind the mask with an innocence that only exists in fictionâthose big eyes, the kind that say âIâm pure, I swear,â even when nothing happening in the room suggests anything remotely innocent. Her breathing is fast, like a theater student at the peak of their dramatic performance.
"Please..." Her voice is a fragile whisper, but sweet, carefully rehearsed to sound vulnerable. "Please, brother... I want you to put your thick cock inside my tight little pussy."
Ah, there it is. The final barrier collapsed with the weight of a house of cards pushed by a breeze. You canât help but smileânot that the camera can catch itâas you adjust your position with the precision of a watchmaker fine-tuning a delicate gear. The heat emanating from her body is magical, and when you finally penetrate her, slowly, each inch is consumed by her pussy, which wraps around you with a softness that defies reality.
She lets out a moanâthe kind of sound that floats between pleasure and surprise, as if sheâs being taken into unknown territory while, at the same time, exactly where she wanted to be. "Like that... like that... please," she moans, her voice strained, fingers gripping the sheets as if sheâs on the brink of an existential revelation and only the sheets can keep her from being pulled into the abyss.
You start to move, oscillating between slow and deliberate, savoring the moment like youâre tasting the finest wine in the world, while she whispers sweet words between moans.
âYeah, good girl!â you say softly.
The pace increases, the sound of bodies colliding echoes through the room, and as Eunbi arches her back, moaning for more with an almost religious fervor, you feel like youâre in control of not just her, but the entire scene.
You begin to pick up the pace, your movements gaining a life of their own. Beneath you, Eunbi is moaning non-stop, each sound a bit louder, a bit more desperate. Then, with the precision of a medieval archer hitting the bullseye, your hand comes down fast and firm on her ass.
The slap echoes through the room like an unexpected sound. The impact is immediate: her skin turns a reddish hue, the contrast clear and satisfying against her pale skin. Eunbi lets out a moan thatâs half pain, half pleasureâthe kind of sound that makes you want to repeat the action just to hear it again.
"More," she moans, her eyes half-closed, her voice muffled by the sheets, as if talking to herself but at the same time asking directly for you. "Please, spank me more, brother!!â
Ah, how could you resist such a polite request? Your hand comes down again, harder this time, leaving another red mark, and her body writhes in pleasure. You begin to alternate between thrusts and slaps, creating a symphony of pleasure and impact that seems to defy the basic rules of decency.
"You like that, don't you?" you say, your voice thick with provocation, as your hand meets her ass again and again, each slap resonating like a gong in a distant templeâor, in this case, the perfect sound of approval for what you two are doing.
"Yes!" she moans, the words coming out in broken breaths, "please... donât stop!" She raises her hips higher, almost begging for more, and you, always generous, donât disappoint.
Another slap. Harder. Her body reacts instantly, and the moans turn into something almost primal, as if sheâs surrendering completely to the sensation.
"Youâre a good girl, baby," you say. "But good girls need to be reminded whoâs in control."
She only moans in response, her breathing ragged, her body completely given over to the moment. And, of course, you're more than willing to keep claiming territory, with each slap and thrust taking both of you closer to an inevitable climax.
You stop for a moment, feeling the sweat drip down your forehead, looking at Eunbi and the red marks you left on her buttocks.
âNow, be a good girl and ride me,â you say. âYouâre going to like this position, I promise.â
You pause the recording.
Eunbi, obedient and eager as always, pulls away from you, giving you room to lie down on the bed. And then, with a grace that would make any mythological goddess jealous, she positions herself over you. For a brief second, your eyes meet hers, and thereâs that exchange of complicity. That look that says: âYes, we know exactly what weâre doing.â
You resume recording.
She lowers herself onto your cock, with a slowness thatâs almost torturous, but at the same time, delicious. With every inch she takes in, you feel her warmth enveloping you, the tightness that almost defies logic. She moans softly, adjusting her body, and starts to move. Slow at first, learning the right rhythm.
But, of course, that doesnât last long.
Soon, sheâs riding with more intensity, picking up the pace. Her breasts bounce under the tight baby tee, and then, with a swift movement, she pulls the fabric up, revealing her large breasts that now move freely to the rhythm of her ride.
You canât resist â who could? â and zoom in on her breasts. Her moans, the bouncing breasts, the hips moving up and down with precision. The camera can barely keep up, but youâre not exactly thinking about perfect angles right now.
This is living art, and youâre documenting every second as best you can.
âYouâre doing so well, baby,â you say, half to her, half to the video. âKeep going, my good girl.â
Eunbi bites her lip, increasing the pace even more, and the room is filled with sounds â the bed creaking, her moans getting louder, the slap of bodies meeting. Your fingers grip her waist, helping to guide her, but the truth is, sheâs in control for now.
And honestly, youâre not complaining.
She tilts her head back, eyes closed, her whole body focused on the frenzied movement. âDo you like watching me like this?â she asks between moans, with that completely calculated innocence, knowing exactly the effect her words have.
âYou have no idea,â you reply, your voice hoarse, as you keep filming, knowing this recording will be something people will want to watch â many times.
The way she moves, even as her body consumes you inch by inch, is a balance between the innocent and the forbidden, as if sheâs trying to convince you that she really is a good girl, only with a very, very fertile imagination.
âPlease, brother...â she murmurs, almost in a whisper, leaning forward. The words come out in a sweet tone, with a hint of hesitation, as if testing the limits of roleplay with each syllable. âDo you think Iâm being a good girl... for you?â
You smile, unable to hold back the sadistic pleasure that surfaces with the question. Your hand moves up her thigh, squeezing firmly. âYouâre doing very well, little sister,â you reply. âBut good girls can do better. Come on, show me how much you want to be the best.â
She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nervousness â part of the act, of course, but brilliantly performed. âI... I can do better,â she says, trying her best to sound shy, as if begging for your approval. âI promise I can be the best little sister for you. Just... let me show you.â
And then, she lifts herself again and starts moving with more intensity, speeding up as her hands rest on your abs for balance. Her moans grow louder, almost stuttered, but she keeps the sweetness in her voice. âThis feels so good... do you like seeing me like this, brother?â She asks, as if genuinely concerned about your verdict.
You donât answer immediately, just watching her with that calculated expression. âYou havenât convinced me yet,â you finally say, your words sharp. âGood girls need to try harder. If you want to be my favorite, youâre going to have to work for it.â
Her eyes widen in mock concern, her breathing coming in heavier pants as her effort increases. She leans forward, her hair falling around her face as she continues to ride you, her movements becoming more intense, and the steady pace she maintains pushes you over the edge. âBrother... Iâm trying,â she says between moans, her voice tinged with a mixture of effort and supposed innocence, as if the simple act of continuing is proof of her dedication. âAre you... are you enjoying it? Am I being a good girl right now?â
Your smile widens, seeing how far sheâs willing to go to keep the fantasy alive. âYouâre almost there, baby,â you reply with a superior tone, enjoying the power of the moment. âBut good girls donât just try. They give it their all. Show me how much you want this.â
She lets out a small moan, her eyes filled with an intensity that seemed to be growing with each movement. âI⌠I can do more,â she murmurs, picking up speed, her thighs now pressed against your body, rising and falling at an almost frantic pace. Her breasts bounce with the force of her ride, and her lips tremble with the effort, but she keeps going, determined.
âThatâs it,â you murmur, your eyes locked on hers as you watch the hypnotic sway of her exposed breasts. âGood girl. Keep it up. Do it right!"
She bites her lip hard, clearly struggling to please you, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly as she picks up the pace even more. âI⌠Iâm doing this for you, brother,â she moans, her voice sweet and broken, feigning complete devotion. âI want you to love me. I want to be your favorite girl. Please⌠love meâŚâ
You grip her waist, helping to guide her movements. Her body moves down harder, with more determination. âIf you keep it up, I might just love you,â you tease, tightening your grip. âBut only if you really try. Go on, faster. Show me how much you want to be my good girl.â
She obeys, her moans louder now, mixed with panting breaths. âIâll be⌠I promise,â she barely manages to say between her rapid movements. âIâll be your good girl. The best one ever. I swear!â
âThen make me cum,â you say, your voice low and controlled, but full of expectation. âOnly good girls know how to do this. Will you make it, little sister? Will you show me that you deserve it?â
She responds with only a strangled moan: âI- I w-will!â
âThen turn over,â you demand, your voice low but full of command. She stops riding you slowly, a smile on her lips, as if sheâs been waiting for this order all along. She carefully turns her body, now facing away from you, her ass sticking up in a way that leaves her completely exposed. âNow youâre going to let me play with your asshole.â
"Brother... you're going to take care of me, right? Mommy and daddy said you needed to take care of me."
"Of course I'll take care of you. But now you're going to let me play with your asshole." You take your cock in one hand, holding it tight like a guide. "Come on."
She hesitates for a second, biting her lip with a hint of insecurityânot of the Eunbi you know, but of the character she's playing. "B-But... what are you going to do there, brother? You shouldn't..."
"Trust me," you murmur, almost out of patience now. "You're going to like it, it's going to make you feel really, really good."
She lets out a small moan, leaning forward, and you start to press in slowly. Entry is difficultâthe pink ring of muscle resists at first, tight and almost impenetrable, as if her body is trying to say no while her mind and desire say otherwise.
"It's too tight..." she murmurs, her voice full of feigned nervousness, part of the act. But at the same time, there's something real in that sound, the little tremor in her voice as she tries to adjust herself... It's Eunbi's first anal too, not just the character's. "Do you think it'll really fit, brother?"
"It will fit," you say, your voice low, controlled, with a promise of pleasure behind it. "Just relax. You trust your brother, don't you?"
She nods, inch by inch, you feel her body giving in. The initial resistance gives way to a delicious pressure when it finally goes in. She lets out a loud moan, surprised.
âMmm, brother⌠this⌠this is so different.â Her voice sounds vulnerable, almost shy, as she begins to move slightly, trying to get used to the intrusion.
âYouâre being a good girl,â you reply, controlling the pace, thrusting in and out slowly. âYouâll like it more as you keep going.â And with each movement, each slow thrust, she begins to loosen up, her moans getting louder, her body adjusting to the pleasure.
âCome on, brother⌠take care of me,â she whispers.
âYouâre making me so proud, baby. Your ass is perfect.â
âOoohh, brotherâŚâ She lets out a long sigh, trying to adjust, moving her hips slightly, exploring the new sensation. âWhy does this⌠feel so wrong, yet so good?â Her voice is of calculated innocence that drives you wilder with each passing moment.
âItâs because⌠sometimes, the best things are the ones we shouldnât do,â you reply, controlling your tone to keep your character, even though the pleasure is almost knocking you over. You push deeper, feeling her insane grip. âAnd youâve always been a curious girl, right? Wanting to try everythingâŚâ
She lets out a little laugh, although the tension is still there, hidden beneath the surface. âI am curious, yes, brother⌠I want to learn everything from you.â Then, she starts moving again, slowly at first, moving up and down hesitantly. âDo you think⌠Iâm a good girl for wanting this?â
You canât keep calm any longer. Her words, that sweet tone mixed with boldness, are destroying you inside. âYouâre the best girl, the hottest, the most obedient,â you reply, your voice husky with desire as you hold her hips tightly to help her keep the rhythm.
âSo, Iâm going to make my big brother happy,â she murmurs, and with that, she starts riding you harder, her movements more confident now, her hesitation disappearing with each passing second. Each time she goes down, you feel the crushing pressure and heat, a tightness that makes you see stars. Eunbiâs moans are getting louder and louder, and beyond the character, you know how much sheâs enjoying this.
âThatâs it, like that,â you encourage, your hands now squeezing her ass. âKeep going, baby⌠show your brother how much you want to make him happy.â
Eunbi arches her back, throwing her hips back with more desire, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoing through the room. âIâm going to⌠Iâm going to take care of you,â she moans, between giggles, clearly enjoying the role. âBut you have to take care of me too, okay? Because Iâm just your little stepsister⌠I canât do everything on my ownâŚâ
Her answer is almost fatal to your sanity. You pull her hips harder, helping her to go all the way down, feeling the overwhelming pleasure consume you. âIâll take care of you,â you promise, without even thinking about the words. âIâll teach you everything.â
She speeds up her movements, and now the room is filled with the sounds of her body against yours, her moans getting louder, more desperate. âBrotherâŚâ she begins, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and excitement, âI think... I think Iâm really enjoying this. You like being in my tight ass, donât you?â
You almost laugh at her brazenness, but the pleasure is too much. âI love it,â you reply, feeling the urgency take over. âYouâre being so good to me. Now, let me fill you with pleasure... until you canât take it anymore.â
Eunbi continues riding, her movements now more desperate, her face clearly torn between keeping character and giving herself completely to the pleasure. âAaaah, brother⌠You'll fill my ass with your cum, right? Because... you promised to take care of me.â
Her head tilts back a little, a mischievous smile lighting up her face, but her moans cut off any possible response. Youâre close, so close that words no longer make sense, but the roleplay is still in the air, and you know Eunbi is going to push all the way in.
âIâm gonna⌠Iâm gonna make you cum so much, big brother. Because youâre the best brother in the world,â she moans, grinding harder, and you feel like you wonât last much longer.
âYouâre going to make your brother so happy⌠now, get on all fours because your brother is close⌠Iâm gonna fuck your ass until I cum.â
Eunbi lets out a short laugh, her breathing still ragged from the effort and pleasure. She slides out of you slowly, almost provocatively, and you can see how much her asshole has already opened up with your cock. When she finally stands up, she throws that playful look over her shoulder, biting her lip as if she knows exactly what she's doing.
âOn all fours?â She asks, with false innocence, as she positions herself on the bed. âDo you want your sister to be like this, brother? Do you want to fill my tight asshole with your milk?â
The answer doesn't need to be verbalized â your body already speaks for you. She leans on the bed, sticking her ass up, her back arched perfectly, offering everything provocatively. The ridiculously short baby tee remains raised, her heavy breasts hanging from her body.
âYou know how to obey, don't you? Good girlâŚâ
Without further hesitation, you stand behind her, your hand running down her body, exploring the perfect curve of her hips and the pulsing heat of her skin. The camera is well positioned, capturing every angle of the final moment. Her pussy is wet, swollen with excitement, but itâs her asshole that you want now, and she knows it. Your firm hand positions itself on her ass cheeks, slowly spreading her, revealing the tight little hole that barely hides how much she enjoyed every second of it.
âAre you ready, little sister? Because now Iâm going to put everything in you⌠and I wonât stop until I cum deep inside your ass.â
She looks back, smiling. âI trust you, brother. Do whatever you want with me.â
With that, you line up your hard cock against her narrow entrance and begin to thrust. Itâs still tight, incredibly tight, and the initial resistance only makes the pleasure more intense. Eunbi lets out a muffled moan as the head of your cock finally enters, her body adjusting to the size with a mix of discomfort and pleasure.
âAh... like that,â she moans. âMy asshole is burning so much... but itâs so good.â
You push deeper, inch by inch, until youâre completely inside. The pressure is unbearable, the heat and firmness of Eunbiâs asshole squeezing you in an overwhelming way. With your hand firmly placed on her hip, you begin to push slowly, feeling her tight asshole slowly give way.
The camera focuses on this movement, of course, because, after all, the show is for the audience.
Eunbi lets out a moan, something between surprise and pleasure. âMmm, you are so big, brother,â she murmurs, her voice cracking with the effort of keeping the role.
You go deeper, the camera recording every movement, every inch. âIt's because good girls deserve big cocks,â you tease, thrusting harder now, each thrust eliciting a louder moan from her.
âI am,â she replies between gasps. âA good girl... just for you.â
The moans grow louder as you pick up the pace, fucking her ass with increasing force. The camera shakes a little in your hand, but itâs capturing everything, every detail of Eunbiâs masked expression as she grips the sheets, her fingers digging into the fabric.
As the pace intensifies, the tension in the room builds to a breaking point, and you feel the inevitable wave of pleasure about to spill over. Eunbi is panting, her moans turning into excited whispers. Your free hand grips her ass cheek tightly, keeping her open, and her tight asshole wraps around your cock like a hot trap. You know youâre close to the end, and the thought of it only increases the urgency.
"You... are going to take it all, aren't you?" The question comes out almost like a command, her voice hoarse with pleasure. The camera, forgotten for a second, shakes slightly in her hand, but it's still capturing everything.
"Yes, yes!!" she gasps, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, something the camera unfortunately doesn't capture. "I'm going to take it all! I want... I want you to fill my ass, please! âCause I'm your good girl... your favorite stepsister."
Every word, spoken in that sweet, lustful voice, only makes you harder, closer to climax. You grip her hips and thrust hard, each thrust sinking deeper, every inch of your cock being devoured by that unbearable tightness.
"You like your brother's cock, don't you?" Her voice is deep now, full of the energy of someone who knows she's in control. "Tell me. Tell me what you want!"
âI... I love it!!,â she moans, her voice cracking with pleasure, as if she were about to come undone right there. âI want you to cum inside... please, make me yours, for real... Cum inside your sister!â
And thatâs what pushes you over the edge.
With one last thrust, you sink your cock all the way in, feeling her body tremble with the impact. The heat begins to spread inside her, the cum spurting with an almost unbearable intensity, filling the tight little asshole of the âlittle stepsisterâ who is moaning in pleasure beneath you.
âMmm... Fuck! Do you feel it, baby?â you tease, thrusting hard as the last hot spurt of cum floods her. âThis is what you wanted, right? To be a good girl for your brother.â
She lets out a long moan, her shoulders shaking, her legs weak with pleasure. âYes, baby⌠Mmm, I'm feeling all your cum deep inside me!â
You stay inside her for a few more seconds, feeling the heat of her body and the involuntary squeeze of her ass around your cock. Eunbi takes a deep breath, her moans now fading, but the satisfied smile still on her face.
"You made me feel so special," she murmurs, still in the role. "Now I'm your favorite little girl, right? Because I'm the only one who gets your cum."
You pant, lost in pleasure, your eyes closed as you answer: "It's always been you, baby... always you."
You're still breathing heavily, like you just ran a marathon, but your mind has already switched into content production mode â the ship had already sunk, so might as well make this worth something.
With the camera still in hand, you lean in for a better shot.
âAlright, show me the result,â you say bluntly, pointing the camera at the target.
Eunbi moves slowly, resting her elbows on the mattress, her legs still trembling a bit, and with a satisfied smile on her face, she spreads her cheeks with her hands, fully opening the angle for the lens.
âIs this good?â she asks with that fake sweetness you now recognize as part of the performance, but it still works anyway.
âPerfect,â you reply, adjusting the focus, the lens capturing every detail. She spreads her ass slightly, and the cum inside slowly drips out, a bright white line lazily descending, as if it knows it's the star of the show.
âNow look at the camera, baby,â you ask, while she turns her head back, her masked eyes meeting the lens with that look of pure satisfaction. âTell them what just happened.â
Eunbi, without hesitation, slips into the sweet and innocent tone of her role, âLook what he did to me... filled my little ass with cum.â She giggles, and it's genuine, mixed with that post-climax thrill. âI guess you really like me, huh, bro?â
âOf course I do,â you say, more as part of the act than anything else.
But deep down, thereâs something there that isnât just performance.
âNow rub it a little,â you ask. Eunbi giggles, and you help her, pulling one of her cheeks while she starts rubbing a finger around the entrance, mixing your semen with her juice.
âSee that, bro?â she asks with an adorable giggle, âNow Iâm all dirty because of you!â
The camera focuses on the scene as you let out a tired but satisfied moan. âI can see that, princess. You got really messy.â
She keeps playing with her fingers, spreading the remnants of your load provocatively, knowing exactly how to play to the lens. âAnd now, what are you gonna do to me? You left my little ass all wrecked, itâs burning a lotâŚâ
You pretend to think, but the answer is obvious. âWell, I guess now I need to take care of you, donât I?â
âWith love?â she asks, voice full of tenderness.
âWith a lot of love,â you reply.
The camera finally shuts off with that classic final beep, like itâs exhausted too. You let out a sigh, while Eunbi, still catching her breath, stands up and removes the mask.
"Yeah, game over," you say, placing the camera on the desk. The vibe shifts instantly. The heavy air from the scene disappears, and the apartment feels normal again, like it had been put in studio mode for a brief moment.
Eunbi stretches her arms like sheâs just woken up from a nap, then extends a hand toward you. You high-five, like two classmates finishing a school project instead of⌠well, what you just did.
âWe did good,â she says with a tired but satisfied smile. âTeamwork was solid.â
âYeah, it was,â you respond, still trying to process it all. âYou okay? I mean... because of, you know...â
She laughs, shaking her head. âThe anal? Oh, I should have used the fucking lube. But Iâm fine. It stings a little, but it'll pass," she explains, as if sheâs talking about a mild sunburn.
Youâre not sure if you should feel relieved or admire how casually she handles it. Before you can overthink it, Eunbi suddenly turns and hugs you. The warmth of her body against yours is almost comforting, even with sweat still drying on your skin. âSeriously, thanks for doing this with me,â she murmurs, her voice soft, almost vulnerable.
You stand there, a bit awkward, but aware that this moment matters. âIt was kinda⌠weird, right?â
She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, chuckling lightly. âWeird? Of course it was weird. But, like, in a funny way. It was a little bizarre at first, but then it was just⌠getting into character. In the end, we just⌠made it work.â She shrugs, and the gesture is so typical of herâpractical, lighthearted, never taking things too seriously.
âNext time,â she says, pulling off her tight baby tee, âIâll pick something less... out of the comfort zone.â
She laughs and casually grabs her panties and skirt from the floor.
You watch as she straightens up and walks toward the bedroom door, already slipping back into her natural self, as if the scene had just been a quick detour from routine.
âWanna shower with me?â she asks, with no malice, just a simple invitation after a particularly exhausting marathon.
You hesitate, a second that feels like forever. The temptation to give in once more is strong. Itâd be so easy to say 'yes,' to go with the flow. But you shake your head, declining. "I'll go later... I need to make the bed."
She raises an eyebrow, surprised by the refusal, but doesnât push. âAlright,â she says with an easy smile, already heading for the shower. But before she crosses the door, she turns, like sheâs about to say something important. You even brace yourself, expecting some post-scene revelation, some deep reflection.
âFeel like pizza tonight?â she asks, with not a trace of tension or seriousness.
âYeah⌠I guess,â you reply vaguely, still trying to keep up with how quickly she shifts gears.
And then itâs just you and the messy bed. The cameraâs still there, the sheets that need fixing, but what really needs fixing is your head. You wish you hadnât agreed to film. Hadnât let her hands on your skin convince you again. But how do you resist Eunbi when, with that smile and a promise, she makes everything seem like one big fun game, a fantasy thatâs too easy to fall into?
Except while she can turn off the character with a snap and get back to her practical life, youâre stuck. Because itâs not the role thatâs messing with your head, itâs whatâs behind it. Itâs what you feel for her, something you know shouldnât exist and that Eunbi clearly doesnât share. To her, itâs work, pleasure, about views and clicks. And sure, who would turn down being the lucky partner in a porn video with Eunbi?
But at the end of the day, is that all you are? You sigh, trying to focus on fixing the bed, while inside, the knot tightens.
â
Itâs a cloudy morning, with that fine misty rain that barely gets you wet but can soak you through if you stand still for two minutes. Youâre sitting on the edge of the bed, tying the laces on your running shoes. Running is something you used to do every day, a habit you let go of for some reason that now escapes you. But today is different. Youâve decided to start running again because, as always, it helps organize the mental chaos that has become your life lately.
As you pass through the hallway, Eunbiâs bedroom door is half-open. You think about closing it to keep the warmth in, but a glow from inside stops you. Itâs the light from her laptop. You hesitate, but of course, your curiosity wins. You peek in as casually as possible, and there she is: Eunbi, sleeping in a way thatâs both adorable and awkward, with the laptop still on beside her, like it fell asleep with her, exhausted from hours of work. Or from whatever she spent the night editing.
You canât help it. In fact, itâs impossible to resist. Seeing her sleep so peacefully stirs something in you, only making the mess in your head worse. Why does she have to be so⌠Eunbi? You walk over, switch off the laptop thatâs still open on the OnlyFans homepage, with the notification icon showing +99 interactions. You close the lid carefully and place it on the desk. Then, you adjust the blankets that are haphazardly draped over her.
She stirs a bit but doesnât wake up.
â
You start running in the park, with that light rain and cold wind cutting across your faceâthe kind of weather the meteorologists would call 'uncomfortable,' but you would call 'perfect for clearing your head.' Each step on the wet pavement echoes in your ears. With every breath, your chest tightens, not just from the cold, but because the only thing more intense than the physical effort is the whirlwind of thoughts now screaming in your mind.
Eunbi. Always her. Like a beautiful shadow you canât shake. The images from last night, the mask, the dirty talk, the way she always seems to know exactly how to melt any resistance you try to build up. You almost laugh, bitterly, realizing just how pathetic it is to be stuck in this cycle.
Fuck, the truth is youâve been hopelessly in love with her for a while now. Of course, you have, but the problem isnât knowing itâitâs figuring out what to do about it. Youâre running, trying to escape the reality that no matter how much you love Eunbi, she seems to be in a completely different universe. A universe where she can suggest absurd things, like some ridiculous roleplay or a threesome, while you, the idiot, are more worried about the color of the blanket you adjusted for her earlier.
Sweat drips down your forehead, mixing with the rain. You pick up the pace, trying to turn this confusion into clarity. You canât keep living on this emotional rollercoaster. Every time she involves you, you convince yourself itâs just your body being used as a tool, just another role to play to help her grow in this obscure niche.
But with every touch, every smile, your mind whispers: What if itâs not?
What if, somehow, sheâs just as lost in this as you are?
Maybe if you finally tell her how you feel, the pieces will fall into place. She could leave this life of videos, masks, and scripts behind. It would be a release for both of you. And then, you could have something normal. A real relationship. One that doesnât involve cameras and personas. The idea starts to take shape, becoming clearer with every mile you run. You love Eunbi. Simple. And you need to tell her. Simple as that.
Well, in theory.
The park is empty, except for a few brave souls who also thought running in the cold was a fantastic idea. You run one more lap, your body asking for rest, but your mind now buzzing with purpose. When you get back to the apartment, youâll tell her. Direct and honest.
Then your phone vibrates. You slow down, your shoes hitting the wet ground more softly as you pull out your phone. A message. Itâs from your friend. I think it worked, he writes. Your heart races in a different way this time. HR liked her profile. I think theyâre gonna make an offer, man. Stay tuned. You almost slip on the path, coming to a sudden stop.
What worked? Oh, right. The plan.
The plan you secretly put together.
The job opening at the company where your friend works, in the marketing department.
The one where you secretly submitted Eunbiâs LinkedIn profile, trying to give her a chance to get out of this crazy content creator life.
Looks like the damn universe is finally working in your favor.
You find yourself smiling like an idiot.
âIt worked.â
She could have a normal life, away from the cameras, and you could start fresh together.
You barely even feel the fatigue anymore.
Now thereâs only one thing left: the conversation with Eunbi.
Because, of course, confessing your feelings to a woman you see every day, who sleeps in the room next to yours, with whom youâve been through situations that would challenge any definition of âstrange,â should be easy, right?
You take a deep breath.
No, it wonât be easy.
But itâll be worth it.
â
Eunbi is in the kitchen, still looking half-asleep as she holds a cup of coffee. The dim light from the cloudy morning mixes with the cold glow of her phone screen, which she scrolls through lazily with her thumb. The coffeeâa blend of âI need to wake upâ andâ 'Iâm not sure this will helpââwarms her hands, but her mind is far from awake. Her reflection on social media, though, is wide awake.
With an automatic gesture, she opens the comment tab on the latest video. Itâs the new roleplay video you and she recorded the day before. The video had already racked up an impressive number of views. She sighs, taking a sip as she reads through the comments. Itâs the usual mix of praise, teasing, and, of course, the kind of absurdity only the internet can provide.
"Little sis, you drove me crazy today!"
Eunbi lets out a muffled laugh. "Little sis" was probably the mildest term she came across in that sea of comments.
She quickly types a reply:
"Careful, or 'big brother' will get you too! đ"
"I wish I were your blood brother, damn, just to make it all wrong!! I'd sneak into your room every night after our parents were asleep so we could 'play' together đ"
Who knew people could take a weird fantasy and make it even more bizarre and unsettling?
"You need therapy, darling, but thanks for the love đ"
"The way you bit your lip... it made me... lose my mind."
Ah yes, the detail-oriented observers. They're always around.
"Glad I could help!!"
And then comes the classic:
"Step on me more, mommy!!!"
This time, she laughed out loud. What kind of twisted logic was this?
'Mommy' in a little sister video?
"Sweetie, pick a fantasy. I can't be your little sis AND your mommy at the same time đ
"
"Just show your face already, everyone knows you're hot"
She paused for a second. That comment felt like a jab somewhere inside her. Her face was the last piece she kept hidden, the final wall of protection between Eunbi and the world she had chosen to explore.
She took another sip of coffee as the comments kept popping up on the screen. The amount of absurdity was always a surprise, even for her. But the show had to go on, and responding was an important part of ��engagementâ.
Ah, the wonderful engagement.
"Youâre my muse. One day, Iâll marry you!"
She rolled her eyes but kept a polite tone in her reply:
"Glad to inspire... but letâs start with something simpler, like not marrying strangers from the internet.
Kisses đ"
Next comment.
"I'd give anything to be that tight top on your massive tits đ"
Eunbi nearly dropped her phone from laughing so hard. What kind of fetish was this now? She took a deep breath before typing:
"Well, itâs actually a baby tee, but I guess clothes live too dull a life for anyone to want to be one. But who am I to judge your dreams?"
Another one popped up right after.
"Hey sis, how about teaching me in person? Iâve got so much to learn... đ"
Ah, the ever-eager students. She rolled her eyes again, smiling slightly.
"You can learn a lot on your own with a good imagination!"
"You should make a video stepping on Legos barefoot. I bet that would be amazing!!!"
What? Where did these people come from? She bit her lip, trying to hold back laughter as she typed her reply:
"I try to keep my videos at an entertainment level, not torture 𼰠But I appreciate the creativity!"
"Itâs obvious you only do this because you love being a slut, I can see it in your expression, even with the mask đĽ Iâm already your number one fan."
Her smile faltered a little. A mix of praise and silent invasion that left her with a mild discomfort.
"Glad you enjoyed the content! Loving what I do is essential. But donât get too carried away, alright?"
She gave one last glance at the rising view and like counts, but the comments started to lose their charm.
And thatâs when the ping of a LinkedIn notification appeared at the top of the screen. An app she had basically forgotten she had installed since the last time she used it was to block an annoying old guy who was pestering her.
She reads the message:
Subject: Job Opportunity - Marketing Department.
Dear Kwon Eunbi,
We are pleased to inform you that your profile has caught the attention of our Marketing Department. After a brief review, we would like to invite you to participate in the selection process for the position of Marketing Analyst.
Responsibilities:
- Development of communication and digital marketing strategies;
- Analysis of KPIs and market trends;
- Collaboration with creative teams and planning advertising campaigns;
Requirements:
- Bachelorâs degree in Marketing or related fields;
- Previous experience managing digital campaigns;
Benefits:
- Competitive salary;
- Health and dental plan;
- Flexibility for hybrid work (remote);
We look forward to your response to schedule an interview.
She almost spits out her coffee.
What the hell is this?!
For a second, everything seemed to make sense, as if the universe was aligning the stars to give her a 'respectable' way out.
But only for a second.
In truth, it felt like the damn universe was conspiring against her.
The thought of waking up early every day, dressing like an executive, sitting in a cubicle, and smiling at people she probably couldnât stand while doing mechanical tasks...
âNo, no, no. No way,â she says aloud in the empty apartment as anxiety starts to tighten around her. And the strangest part is that she feels... bad. Bad for not wanting it. Bad for thinking she should want it.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her mind. Maybe she should, right? Maybe being ânormalâ would be easier. Maybe this whole video thing is just a phase. She looks at her coffee, as if it held the answers, but it only reflected her face back at her. She gulps the rest down, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
On the one hand, the college-era Eunbi wouldâve jumped for joy at this message. A great job in her field, something ârespectableâ career-wise; it doesnât get much better than that.
Well, to be fair, it wasnât exactly her big dream, but who, after all, dreams of spreadsheets and endless emails? But now, the idea of a normal life, with bosses, deadlines, and white collars, suffocates her more than any corset in a photoshoot. Sheâs thinking about how good it felt to leave all that behind, how much she loved the freedom she had now.
Sure, she graduated, but thatâs not what she wants.
Not anymore.
But
On the other hand, something inside her hesitated to accept that she didnât want this opportunity. It was like there was a younger version of her somewhere, screaming in panic: "You canât be serious, right? Turning down a job like that to... keep being a virtual slut? Youâre definitely not me..." And that little voice it's annoying because it hit on an uncomfortable truth. She had, at some point, carved out a different path. A temporary one. And now, this path it's leading her into the unknown, and this offer it's like a way back to her old life.
Monotonous, but dignified.
Difficult, but without exposure.
The safe choice or the leap into the abyss.
College-era Eunbi would say being stuck in an absurd dilemma like this was insane. But the Eunbi of today knows that 'conventional' career isnât for her.
"This is my life now," she murmurs to herself. Creating adult content wasnât just a choice; it was her choice. And not only is she going to keep doing it â sheâs going all in!
Showing her face.
Now that would be a bold move.
No more masks.
The real Eunbi for the world.
She only has one small obstacle ahead: you. She needs to tell you. Explain how things were about to change. Show you that, even though she once said this was temporary, sheâs rediscovered herself and finally found something sheâs good at and willing to put her effort into.
She sighs and thinks about the conversation sheâll have. Knowing you, itâs going to be a tough one. Youâll definitely want to argue, try to convince her to take the more traditional route, thinking youâre protecting her. But itâs her life, her body, her decisions.
And if sheâs going all in, she has to start by being honest.
When you get back, sheâll lay it all out. In the meantime, she stretches, still feeling the weight of the job offer, and tries to imagine the look on your face when she explains her plans.
â
You come back from the run looking like a drowned rat, which, considering the weather outside, is a reasonably accurate description. Your shoes make that annoying sponge sound as you walk across the room, and Eunbi is there, sitting on the couch, sipping coffee like sheâs contemplating the meaning of lifeâor more realistically, deciding what her next big revelation of the morning is going to be.
âGood morning,â you mutter, trying to sound nonchalant.
âGood morning...â she replies. You look away as if you have something really important to doâlike grab a towel.
The bathroom is a good place to rehearse difficult conversations, so you do that while you dry off, but the words still sound wrong in your head. Itâs not like thereâs a manual on how to confess to your best friend that youâre in love with her after youâve filmed sex videos together.
It would be helpful if there was.
After grabbing a coffee and taking a sip, bracing yourself for the bomb youâre about to drop, you walk back to the living room. Eunbi is still there, but now youâre looking at each other like two actors who know the big scene is coming, but neither wants to be the first to step on stage.
âWe need to talk,â you both say at the same time, which would be funny if it werenât an absolutely terrible moment for comedy.
âYou first,â you say, trying to sound generous.
âNo⌠you, please,â she insists.
âOkay,â you sigh, sitting down on the couch, already feeling the weight of whatâs about to happen. The words gather in your throat, like a rescue team about to jump out of a helicopter. âLook, what Iâm about to say isnât easy. In fact, itâs pretty hard. And it could... well, it could change our friendship. Maybe forever.â
Eunbi nods, encouraging you, though her expression clearly says, âI know this is big, but Iâm going to pretend Iâm calm.â
âI love you,â you finally say, the words coming out stronger than you expected. âAnd no, itâs not just a friend thing. Iâm in love with you, and Iâve been feeling this for a while. Since... since we started filming together, actually. Every time we did a scene, something inside me got more confused, like the fake sex was revealing real feelings.â
Eunbi looks at you, surprised, but she doesnât interrupt, so you keep going. âI thought it was temporary, something that would go away over time, but it only got stronger. And honestly, I canât keep going like this, pretending nothingâs changed, because it has. Iâm in love with you, for real. I want to be with you. Not just filming together, but... living with you, as a couple. I want us to be real.â
You take a deep breath, feeling some of the tension release from your chest, but vulnerability quickly takes its place. Eunbi looks at you, her eyes slightly teary, and then, before anything else, she says, âIâm sorry.â
âSorry?â you repeat, confused.
âFor making you film all of this with me. I didnât know what you were going through. I had no idea it was hurting you inside. If Iâd known...â She pauses, trying to find the right words, but they seem as hard for her as they were for you. âI wouldâve stopped.â
You shake your head, almost laughing, but not in a happy way. âNo, you donât have to apologize. What matters is now, and now is that... Iâm being honest. I love you.â
She smiles, that smile you know so well, but now it seems different, softer, more... meaningful. âI like you too. A lot. And Iâm not just saying that because you confessed. Itâs weird, you know? Iâve been in relationships before, but it was never like this. We have this... bond, this connection Iâve never had with anyone. And I think, actually, Iâve always felt something for you, I just didnât know exactly what it was. Now I do.â
She pauses, wiping away a solitary tear that escaped despite her efforts. âI want this too. I want to be with you. For real. I canât imagine being with anyone else. Weâve spent so much time together, it... feels right. It feels like itâs how itâs supposed to be.â
You feel your heart leap in your chest. Itâs surreal, all of this.
âSo...?â
âSo... I guess weâre together,â she says, still smiling, and this time you feel like the smile is for you, and only you.
âFinally,â you say, half-joking, but itâs an undeniable truth.
Still in the high of the magical moment, your heart beating faster than usual for all the right reasons, you decide now is the perfect moment to drop your second bomb.
âOh, thereâs one more thing,â you say, smiling like someone who just found a lost bill in their coat pocket. âGreat news, actually. My friend messaged me. The company where he works loved your profile!! You might be getting a job offer soon!â
You wait for a scream of happiness, a tight hug, or even an improvised celebratory dance, but none of that happens. Eunbi doesnât react the way you imagined. In fact, she seems to have frozen in place, as if someone hit the pause button on real life.
âSo it was you?â she asks, her voice suddenly cold.
âMe?â you repeat, having no idea where this is coming from. âMe what?â
She sighs, like someone on the verge of losing their patience. âI got a job offer on LinkedIn.â
You blink, absorbing the information, and then smile widely. âOh, so it worked! Thatâs great! I mean, now you have a chance to get out of this life... right?â But Eunbiâs expression, far from joyful, is one of... anger? Something between irritation and deep disappointment starts to form in her eyes.
âWhy the hell did you do that?â she asks, her tone more like a police interrogation than a simple question.
Youâre stunned, you feel like youâve just been slapped in the face. âWhat? I was trying to help. I just wanted whatâs best for you!â
âI didnât ask for your help,â she fires back, her tone growing harsher, like someone whoâs been holding something in for a long time and finally let it out.
The ground starts to shift beneath your feet, the romantic and peaceful moment now turning into an unexpected storm. âDrop the pride, Eunbi,â you say, trying to maintain control of the situation. âThis is your chance to get out of this life. You donât have to keep doing... you know, what youâre doing now. And now that weâre on the same page, that you feel something for me too, we can be a real couple. Isnât that what you want?â
She looks at you for a long, silent moment, as if sheâs trying to decide if youâre really as clueless as you seem or if youâre just pretending not to understand whatâs happening.
âThis has nothing to do with pride,â she says, finally, with a calm thatâs more frightening than any scream. âThat job offer... it made me feel like crap! It made me rethink everything. Who I am, what I want... And you just... donât get it.â
You really donât get it.
Of all the scenarios that ran through your head, this one didnât even come close to showing up. âI donât understand. You wanted a stable job in your field, didnât you?â
She shakes her head, exasperated. âI thought I did. I mean, that was the initial plan when I got fired from my last job. But... I canât. I donât want to... What Iâm trying to tell you is that Iâm not going to take that job.â
The silence that follows is so heavy you can almost hear the sound of raindrops hitting the window.
âSo, what are you going to do?â you ask, your voice quieter than you expected.
Eunbi looks you in the eye, and suddenly, the full weight of what sheâs about to say appears in her expression. âIâm going to keep doing what I do. Iâm going to be an adult content creator, but this time, Iâm going all in. No more anonymity. Iâm going to show my face. Thatâs what Iâve decided. This is going to be my life now.â
Itâs at that moment that your brain, which had been busy processing the joy of the love confession, just stops working.
This wasnât in the script.
She was supposed to be happy about the job, you were supposed to be celebrating and planning a future as a normal couple.
Not this...
âYou... you want to keep doing this?â you ask, incredulity leaking into every word.
She looks at you with a mix of sadness and determination. âYes. I want to keep doing it. I want people to see me. I want to keep doing what I do. I love it. And if youâre going to be with me, youâre going to have to accept all of that too.â
The words echo in the room. You stand there, looking at her, trying to fit the pieces of this emotional puzzle that, until seconds ago, was a beautiful, simple picture of a future together. Now, it feels more like one of those abstract paintings people pretend to understand.
She takes a deep breath, and you can tell that the emotion is about to overflow. "Look... I really love you. Truly. And if you want, I'll be the happiest woman in the world by your side. Butâ" she pauses, the word hanging in the air like a sword about to fall, "if you want to be with me, youâre going to have to accept this Eunbi. The Eunbi you see now, who does what she does. And the weight that comes with it."
Silence. You hear your heart pounding in your chest, so loud it's a wonder Eunbi can't hear it too. The world feels like itâs moving in slow motion, the time between blinks stretching out as if the master of time himself is waiting to see what youâll say. But what can you say? Youâre still processing everything. The confession, the proposal, the fact that she wants to continue in this careerâand wants you to be a part of it.
"You... you want to... keep going?" The question comes out hesitantly. You can hardly believe you're asking it. The shock is a physical thing, sitting between you like a third person in the room.
Eunbi, her eyes already shining with tears sheâs trying so hard to hold back, nods. "Yes. I want to keep going. I want people to see me. I want to keep doing what I do. I love it. And if youâre going to be with me, youâll have to accept all of that too."
The tears finally fall, one after the other, as if gravity had won the battle she was trying to fight. You watch, unsure if what youâre feeling is fear, sadness, or some strange sense of relief.
Maybe all of it at once.
She continues, her voice now shaky but still steady. âYou can think it over, if you want. This is serious. Our parents are going to find out sooner or later. You know the kind of exposure weâll face... that Iâll face. And if youâre with me, weâll be facing that together.â
Eunbi looks directly at you, the intensity in her eyes almost painful. âYou warned me about this before. Youâve always worried about me. But if you stay with me now, thereâs no going back. People we know might find out, they might see. Are you really willing to risk everything because of me?â
Another pause. This time, itâs not dramatic. Itâs just a simple pause, where your mind, suddenly overwhelmed by all these emotions, finds a small space of clarity.
And in that space, the decision that seemed so complicated just moments ago suddenly makes sense.
âYes,â you say, the word leaving your mouth with a calmness that surprises even you. Eunbiâs eyes widen, as if she isnât sure she heard you right.
âI accept,â you continue, firmly. "I accept you as you are. If this is what you want to do with your life, then thatâs fine by me. Iâll be by your side, no matter what."
She stands there, looking at you like you're some kind of alien that just landed on Earth. And then the tears she was holding back finally fall. But this time, they arenât tears of sadness or anger. Theyâre something completely different. Relief, maybe. Or raw happiness, the kind you rarely see.
âAre you sure?â she asks, between sobs. "I... I mean, this wonât be easy! You can think about it more. You can really consider what youâre accepting, what itâs going to mean for you, for us."
You give her that half-smile, the one you know always made her feel safe. "Eunbi," you say, calmly, "Iâve already thought about it. I accept the risk, the exposure. I accept you... As long as Iâm with you, itâs all okay."
And with that, she falls apart. Not in a sad or uncontrolled way, but in a beautiful, genuine way. She starts crying, but theyâre tears of gratitude, of love, of everything sheâs held inside for so long.
You step closer and wrap your arms around her, as if trying to protect her from the whole world. She cries into your chest, her words lost between sobs. You kiss the top of her head, taking in the familiar scent of the shampoo she always uses.
"I love you so much," she says through her tears, her voice muffled against you.
"I love you too," you reply, with a sincerity that fills her up from the inside. âWeâre in this together.â
And then, there, in the midst of tears, hugs, and confessions, the world seems to align again. The mess it was before starts to make sense.
Okay, maybe itâs not a fairy tale, but who needs a fairy tale ending when you can have something this real, this alive, this raw, this imperfect and yet, somehow, so absolutely perfect?
And for the first time in a long while, you feel like youâre exactly where youâre meant to be.
With her.
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BloodSun au
Ch.1 Blood
Sunnyâs viewÂ
Moon had made Lunar a new body, we had just gotten rid of Eclipse, and everything was great!
I was in my room resting, when I got thisâŚÂ craving.
It just came out of nowhere, a craving for bloodâŚÂ oil. I get out of bed, and I feel like I can hear a distant voice in my head.. maybe itâs side effects from getting rid of Eclipse? Iâll have to ask Moon.
I snap out of my thoughts when I hear meowing. Looking down, I can see my cats, Midnight and Comet, rubbing against me.
âAre you hungry?â I ask the cats as I pick them up, âIâll get you some cat food while Iâm in the kitchen.â I place them on my bed as I leave my room.
Heading to the kitchen, I continue to hear the voices in my head, I mumble to myself, âJust ignore it. Just ignore it. Just ignore-â
âYou ok Sun?â
I immediately snap out of it as I stare at Moon, who was looking back at me, slightly concerned and confused, with a bowl of nuts and bolts in his hand.
âUhh⌠ya! Iâm completely fine!â I lie as I look anywhere but him.
He could tell something was wrong, but said nothing. I walk over to a cabinet with the oil, grabbing some as I walk to a different cabinet with the cat food inside.
âCat food?â Moon asks.
Shit, I forgot Moon has never met my cats.Â
âUh.. Lunar wanted⌠cat food⌠to try?â I poorly lie, again.
Moon sighs, then chuckles, âIf you have a cat, thatâs fine with me.â
âI have two!â I blurt out, then when I realize what I did, I rush out of the kitchen.
Moon just chuckles again, as he continues to eat.
Back in my room, I feed my cats, then chug down the oil. The craving was still thereâŚ
I suddenly feel tired, I look at my battery, full charge⌠well, maybe I could rest for a little bitâŚ
Getting onto the bed, I feel my cats jump onto me and curl up, and like that, I fall asleep.
Waking up, I feel worse than before, but the voices were gone. My cats were in the corner, staring at me.
I look down at myself, and I see Iâm covered in oil⌠is that red I see? Probably from my outfit. The oil⌠I probably spilled some while I was asleep. I look to my table and see the can was spilled.
Grabbing the can I throw it into the trashcan in my room. Then, I take my sheets and blanket, into the laundry room, as I grab a clean towel from a laundry basket. Cleaning myself from the oil, I get all the oil off. Putting the towel in with the sheets and blankets, I let the washing machine do its magic. After awhile, I take the sheets, blanket, and towel out and take a laundry basket.
I go into the castle above the ball pit in the daycare, sit on the couch and fold the laundry.
Moon comes in, gives me a weird look, then walks into his room.
#sun and moon show#sams#sun and moon show au#sams au#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#bloodsun au#sams sun#sams moon#sorry if this chapter is not that interesting#oil = blood#three different kinds of oil#oil for animatronic blood#oil that they drink#and oil they cry out#they are different#sams old moon
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The First One is On The House
Ningning fic once again a challenge given by @i-am-lifeform24
Length 2K
Ningning X Mreader
âHello? Yes, I can fit her into my schedule. I should have an opening at 7. Later? I guess I could take her in after the show. Alright, I look forward to her visit.â You put the phone back on the receiver and walked back to the table; you were so looking forward to going home early for the evening when you got a call from that customer. You would've preferred taking the appointment for another day, but you wanted to keep your weekend free. You sit back in your office chair and stare at the ceiling before gazing at the clock hanging on the wall. Three hours, thatâs how long youâd have to wait for your guest to arrive.Â
Getting bored, you pulled out your phone and checked social media, seeing posts from stars from earlier in the day as they walked the red carpet for some fashion event nearby. You see a few of your usual clientele post pictures, liking them before moving on. Eventually, you get tired of that and begin some repetitive tasks, trying to seem busy as you wait for the client to arrive despite them arriving a couple of hours from now.Â
Soon enough, you went back to looking at your phone, checking out photos from the event, and seeing the different kinds of people that went. You stopped on a picture of Ningning from the group Aespa when you heard the door open. It was your friend, a manager for various groups. âSorry for getting here late. She just felt so tired during the show, and we thought it best to call you.â
âJust who is it? That they needed a massage so desperately? I couldâve had a nice evening for myself.â Â
Your friend stands aside, letting his gues walk forward. âIâm sorry for making you stay late.â You recognize the woman as she bows her head; itâs Ningning. She was still in the same clothes you had seen in the picture a moment ago, a revealing short black dress that clung to her body.
You wave her off as you refocus. âItâs fine. Just prepare for the massage. Iâm going to talk to your manager a bit.â You point the small woman toward a changing room and look back toward your friend.Â
You see him heading out the door before you can say anything. âIâm going to get some food. Iâll be back in an hour.âÂ
âHey!â The door shuts, and youâre left alone again. You head toward the window and watch him walk toward a nearby restaurant, shaking your head. âIâm gonna talk that guy's head off when he comes back.â
A small voice catches your attention, âIâm ready.â You turn back around to see Ningning covering herself with the towel provided. âWhere did my manager go?â
âHe went to go eat across the street. Anyway, please follow me.â You lead Ningning into one of the massage rooms and have her lie face down on the table. âI hope the clothing in there wasnât too tight. Iâm going to move the towel down now.â Ningning nods her head.
You move it down slowly, revealing the tan bra that was provided to all female guests who would rather not be naked. It was thick and padded, meant to be comfortable. Your eyes move down her back, noting her flawless skin. You lather your hands in an unscented oil, rubbing it in between your fingers before placing your hands on her lower back. You apply slight pressure on her back, dragging your thumbs away from the center of her body. âDid you have a good time at the fashion show?âÂ
âIt was alright, but the chairs were so uncomfortable. My body started to ache from sitting in them.âÂ
âI see. Is there anywhere that aches specifically?âÂ
âI mean, my butt hurts,â Ningning says with a laugh. You just nod along, creating an awkward atmosphere. You kick yourself for not laughing at her joke. Continuing the massage, you move your way up her back, reaching her shoulder. You could feel the tension in them and increase your strength as you began to massage all the knots out. Ningning groans as she feels your hands dig into her shoulders and release the tension in them. âOoh, that feels so good.â You focus your efforts on Ningning shoulders, and once they relax, you take a step back.Â
âIâll be moving down now.â
âThatâs fine,â Ningning moans as she places her head on top of her hands. You move the towel up slightly, keeping her ass covered as you begin to work on her thighs. As you ran your hands across them, you could feel the toned muscles underneath. Working on the one nearest to you, you give her thigh a strong squeeze.
Feeling your hands move across her thighs, Ningning feels her body getting warmer. She used her hands to cover her mouth, struggling to keep her groans from filling the room. Your hands felt good; Ningning could feel a growing wetness between her legs as your finger brushed against the inside of her thigh. Her cheeks begin to turn red as you switch to the other side, starting the process over again. When you accidentally squeeze her thigh a bit too hard, Ningning couldnât hide her moanâletting the long, smooth sound of her voice fill the room before catching herself. She buries her head in her hands, too embarrassed to look anywhere in the room. You try to ignore it and continue on.
Needing Ningning to turn onto her back, you finally speak up, âNingning, I finished with your backside; I need you to turn over.â
âO-okay,â She turns herself over slowly, glancing your way. You began to massage her arms, and as you got to her shoulders, you noticed Ningning continually glancing at you. Nearing her chest, Ningning groaned again. She rubbed her legs together, growing more aroused as your hands glided along her body. Moving down to her legs, you noticed the wet spot between Ningningâs legs, and she knew it too.
You tried to ignore it, but Ningning continued to rub her legs together as you tried to massage her. âIâŚIâm sorry.â
âThereâs no need to be sorry. Weâll just stop here.â
Ningning grabs your hand. âWait!â She let go briefly before grabbing your hand again. âI-is there any other services you offer?â You understand what she means. Ningningâs voice grew smaller as she went on. âI mean, I see in videos that sometimes masseurs offer special services. Is that an option here?â You were about to reply when Ningning placed your hand on her breast. I can pay you. I-my body just feels really good when you touch it.â
You had to admit that Ningning was a beautiful woman that youâd be lucky to have sex with, and you considered your options. You look at the clock on the wall; half an hour has passed. Knowing your friend, heâd likely be going for seconds right about now and want to take his time getting back. âAlright.â Ningning gives you a soft smile and lets go of your hand. You place it over her slit, the briefs she was wearing keeping your away. Still, it was enough to make her groan. Like the bra provided, the briefs were meant to keep customers more comfortable. Ningning stares at you with lustful eyes as she squirms on the table. You snake your hand under the briefs and drench your fingers in her nectar as you slide your hands along her slit. Feeling your fingers touch her sends Ningning over the edge; you watch her toes curls and eyes shut as she cums at that moment. âIâm sorry. Itâs my first time,â She mumbles.
âIâŚfigured.â You reply as you begin pulling down the briefs. Ningning covered her face, her shyness taking over. You turn her body towards you before dropping your pants. Ningningâs eyes become glued to your growing bulge. âItâs not polite to stare.â
âIt just looks so big.â Her comment makes you chuckle. You pull down your underwear, revealing your cock to the young woman. She reaches toward it without uttering a word; you feel her soft hand wrap around the tip. âItâs so warmâŚâ
âSo youâve used toys?â
â...yes,â She says shamefully.Â
âItâs natural, Ningning. No need to be ashamed, but letâs see how the real thing compares.â You tell her as you take a step forward and rub the tip of your cock against her slit. Ningning whimpers and stares at your cock as it runs along her cunt. You lean in, kissing her neck softly as you push your head against her cunt. She wraps her arms around you, holding you closely as she begins to fill the room with her moans. You feel her walls squeezing your cock as you push inside of her.Â
âAhh, hold on,â Ningning moans, her hands gripping your shirt. You stop moving, giving her time to adjust. You pepper her with kisses as you wait, softly squeezing her body. âYou can move now.â
You push more of your cock into Ningning, watching her expression carefully. You see her shut her eyes and moan as you bury yourself inside her. Her walls are tightly wrapped around your cock, rubbing against the head. You begin thrusting slowly, holding onto her hips to keep her in place. Each thrust brings out more moans from Ningning.
The small woman holds you tightly, wrapping her legs around you as you thrust deeply into her. You could feel Ningningâs walls tighten around your cock, as she neared another climax. âIâm cumming again,â She whimpered. âIâm going to cum.â
You speed up your thrusts, making her cry out from pleasure. You feel her thighs squeeze your sides as she cums. You continue thrusting into Ningning, making her let out a high-pitched whine. Each one was driving her crazy as you overstimulate her. You force your tongue into her mouth as her eyes roll into the back of her head.Â
Ningningâs arms lose strength. Falling onto her back, Ningning lets out weak moans. You revel in the feeling of her walls clamping down on your cock. When you feel your orgasm coming, you begin to slow down. You pull out entirely and turn Ningning onto her stomach. You press your cock against her cunt, holding onto her waist with one hand. You ram the length of your cock back inside the petite woman, slipping in with ease. As you drive your cock in and out of Ningning, you watch her ass bounce as it slaps against your body. âYouâre so tight, Ningning. Iâm getting pretty close to cumming.â
âCumâŚâ Ningning mumbles as her head bobs with every thrust. You feel yourself getting closer. Your hands dig into Ningningâs flesh.Â
âWhere do you want it?â You ask as you ram your cock deep into her cunt. Ningning doesnât respond to the question, only repeating the word cum. You make the quick decision to pull out, knowing it would only cause trouble if she got pregnant. You pull out at the last moment, painting her back as you spurt cum onto her. Ningning feels the warm cum hit her back, groaning as her mind slowly returns to her.Â
You check the clock; your friend should be back in a few minutes. You grab a few towels and wipe the cum off Ningning's back. âYour manager is going to be coming back soon. You better get changed.âÂ
âManager?â Ningning slowly blinks as she realizes. Heâll be coming back soon. She struggles to stand up, and youâre forced to help her get into the changing room while you clean up. You wait by the entrance for her manager to show up, and soon enough, he appears.Â
âIâm back.â He says with a burp. âWhereâs Ningning?â
âYou really didnât hold back on eating, did ya? Did you get me anything?â
âUh, no, sorry.â Ningning steps out of the changing room looking like she did when she first stepped foot inside, the only difference being her slightly frazzled hair. âOh, there you are.â
âSorry for the wait. I struggled with the heels.âÂ
âThatâs okay. Letâs get you back to the dorms. Thanks for dealing with her.â Ningning nods her head and follows her manager out the door, picking up a business card before giving you a wink and leaving.
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I finally planted my garden last week! We had a couple of days of sun which gave me hope, but it's once again raining every day. Thoughts and prayers for my tomato plants, but I couldn't keep everyone in the greenhouse forever, I had to make room for other plants.
(In the fourth picture above you can see what's inside the hĂźgelkultur moundâit's a pile of branches + llama manure + compost + potting soil. One thing I find great about it is how well it retains moisture! Well it's not a problem this year so far but during heat waves I water these plants a lot less than non-mound plants.)
In the greenhouse my seedlings have been struggling due to lack of sun. Impossible to get courgette plants so I had to buy a few from the young couple in town who recently started a plant nurseryâthey didn't have many either, and I had to share with the mayor who also came looking for courgette plants because slugs devoured all of his.
He must have seen on my face that I thought my plants didn't stand a chance if slugs don't even respect municipal authority, because he kindly advised me to place crowns of bedstraw (see above) around my plants to protect them. I didn't dare to ask "If it works so well why do you have no courgette plants left?" I just said thank you, and then spent an entire evening last week weaving this sticky weed into crowns and whatsapping photos of my art to the mayor, who always replied "More! More! It needs to be thicker! Like a doughnut!"
Meanwhile 1 leek in the greenhouse suddenly grew a lot thicker while the other 3 remained skinny and fearful-looking and I'm not sure why. They share a pot, so maybe it's like vanishing twin syndrome. My bell pepper seeds had the same asynchronous development issueâone pot is just now starting to have timid seedlings while the other (right next to it) already contains a grown-up plant with baby peppers:
By far my happiest greenhouse plants are the potatoes and lettuce. They shot up so fast! I've been eating a lot of lettuce lately but I can't keep up with how quickly they grow in this cold, rainy spring. And I haven't had any slug raids in the greenhouse so that's great.
My greenhouse squash, onions and pickles are still tiny and not worth a photo (harsh, but this post already has too many photos). My strawberries in the aquaponic towers are beautiful despite the lack of sun and I've been getting mini-harvests of 2-3 strawberries a day for two weeks! They're done now, but I started more seeds so maybe I can get a second round at the end of the month.
Three more things:
1. Morille helped a lot as I was planting the garden. She kept an eye on my gardening tools so no one would steal them, and sometimes used them as cheek-scratchers. At one point I put one of my beautiful bedstraw crowns around her neck so she looked like Philip III of Spain in that painting where he wears a big ruff, but tragically she ran away in outrage before I could take a picture, and when she returned she'd got rid of her collar.
2. At the cow parade the other day there was a lady at the market who sold jars of homemade pesto sauce made from all kinds of different plants, and it opened up my mind to entirely new pesto horizons!! I always make the traditional kind with basil, but I have plants that grow much faster than basil, like my rocket, so I tried making pesto with 1/3 basil 2/3 rocket (plus garlic, olive oil, parmesan, cashews) and it was so good! I have to explore all of her recipes now, like plantain or nettle or sage pesto...
3. There's a monster in the greenhouse. It appeared practically overnight and is quickly claiming more and more territory. Unlike last year it's not a parsley monsterâit's my lemon balm. One day it was growing in its vertical tower, luxuriant but tidy, like a normal plant, and the next it had quintupled in volume and was threatening to swallow the nearest planter. Look at the tiny tomato plants, they look terrified of it!
I urgently need to fight back against this giant mĂŠlisse (as we call lemon balm) but I've been really busy and I keep putting it off, and then remembering anxiously at 11pm that I still have this creature to take care of, which is ironic seeing as lemon balm is supposed to relieve stress and anxiety. This is the exact opposite of why I planted you. Anyway if you never hear from me again after this post it's because I finally engaged in battle against this year's vegetal menace, and lost.
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Creator Spotlight: GDBee Art (@prinnay)
Geneva Bowers is inspired by the wonders of the natural world around us, and enjoys manipulating colors to create art full of mood and feelings.
Check out our interview with Geneva below!
How did you get started with art? Did you originally have a background in art?
Iâm going to say yes because thatâs all Iâve known how to do. It started because I wanted to draw better horses than my sister, and it just spiraled from there. People started asking me to draw things because they saw me drawing horses. I was like, well, I can draw things that arenât horses, and then it was just kind of all I did.Â
Have you ever had an art block? If so, how did you overcome it?
I have one right now! Honestly, with time, and I also collect art books; I think I have a couple hundred. If I really want to draw something, then I just flip through those and try to steal some ideas.
Which three famous artists (dead or alive) would you invite to your dinner party?
I mean, of course Van GoghâŚIâm really inspired by Impressionism and Post-Impressionism, so I would invite Van Gogh, Monet, and Julie Dillon to a dinner party.
Have you ever wanted to dive into another medium before?
Yeah, actually, I currently am! Iâm trying to do more traditional painting. I used to do a lot of acrylics, but I havenât done it in years, and now Iâm kind of bad at it. Iâm trying to get into actual impressionistic art with oils and oil pastels. Iâm like failing, but you know, you get there. Just fail until it looks presentable.Â
If there is one thing you want your audience to remember about your work, what would it be?
I guess itâs more of a feeling. I create art because Iâm inspired by things around me, like certain video games. For example, I have been inspired by a Japanese RPG called Chrono Cross on PlayStation 1. They make me feel a certain type of inspiration to create something, so thatâs kind of like what Iâm hoping to leave behind.Â
Have any of your projects surprised you with their outcome?
Yeah! I did this Weapon Faerie series where I took three prompts: a weapon, a winged insect, and an herb, which I combined to make different characters. So, a faerie with a spiked club or a butterfly faerie with a katana. I made 13 of those, and they kind of took off! I wasnât expecting that at all.
What is the hardest part of your process?
My whole art style is coloring, like the way itâs colored⌠but I hate the coloring process, haha. I like doing the color combos, but I donât like the blending and shading. That takes like one-trillion years. Itâs the part where Iâm most likely to give up. You know how art kind of looks ugly before it looks good? Iâm trying to trust that process.Â
What do you wish you knew when you started creating art that you know now?
I guess one big thing would be knowing how to use lights and darks. When I do color, it is definitely colorful, but when you switch it to black and white, you see that everythingâs the same tone of gray. Iâve learned that if you just use some brighter colors and some darker shades, you create a bigger impact in the end. So, now, when I paint something digital, I make it black and white for a moment to see where all the hues are, and if something is weirdly dark or not dark enough, I can change it.
Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?
Oh, @feefal definitely inspires me. She does a lot of spooky art.
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sapiosexual
đ staring. Seungcheol x afab!ReaderÂ
đŽ preview. âYouâre a beautiful, bright, young woman, and youâre agreeing to be a companion to some middle aged psych nut who hardly has enough time for you-â you both laugh a little at the way he refers to himself, âcompensation is a must.â
cw/ tw. daddy kink/issues, size/shoulder/back kink, contractual relationship, unspecified age difference, unprotected sex, choking, semi bondage, multiple sex scenes, fingering, squirting, oral (m/f receiving), baby oil massage, praise, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstim, dacryphilia, slight orgasm denial, hand kink, etc... I pet names. his: daddy. hers: gorgeous, angel, darling, my love, pretty girl, etc...
đš rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 18.6k
đ aus. psychologist au, non idol au, sugar daddy au, aged up/soft dom cheol, etc...
âď¸Â mlist + an. dont fuck your psychologist, fuck a psychologist... and try to get a cheque while you do it đ (sapiosexual: the attraction to intelligence and broad af shoulders)
1: Wednesday
âIâm here to meet someone- under the name Choi?â
The hostess nods politely. âMister Choi has been expecting you, right this way.â
Your heart lurches in your chest at her words. While it makes sense that the man youâre meeting for your date had let the host know heâd have a plus one joining him, thereâs something in the womanâs diction that suggests a certain kind of familiarity.Â
The restaurant youâre in is an expensive one, and the previous man youâd met through the online sugar dating website had made something of a show of being a part owner of a place such as this, treating the staff in a way that demanded obedience-Â
You really hope, for everyoneâs sake, that the person youâre meeting tonight is much kinder than the last.
The hostess takes you through the main dining section of the establishment and to a more secluded area, where she motions with a hand to the one occupied table by the windows that overlook the city.Â
âYour server will come by for your drink order shortly,â she tells you, giving you a quick nod and something of a knowing smile before she returns to her post, allowing you to make the final distance to the table yourself.
The man sitting with his back to you hasnât turned around, and you take a moment to collect yourself, swallowing thickly. Your eyes scan over his broad shoulders, taking in the pretty tweed suit, the colour of charcoal, and neatly styled black hair.Â
You take a deep breath and begin forward.
âSorry Iâm late,â you apologize as you reach the man youâve been in contact with just under a week- âyou know how traffic can be-â
Your words feel jumbled in your mouth as Mr. Choi stands to greet you- because, although youâd been expecting a handsome man, you hadnât been expecting him to be godlike-
The photos heâd had on the sugar dating site had been ten out of tens, but the man in front of you is a scale breaker.Â
Heâs even broader up close, and tall too- looking down at you with an amused expression, eyes practically twinkling-
âItâs alright,â he tells you smoothly, voice sexier than you could have ever imagined, âIâm glad youâre here now.â
âMe too,â you breathe, blinking up at him, etching his angelic features into your brain-
âYou look beautiful,â Mr. Choi says, taking in the dress youâd spent three hours picking out-
His eyes donât linger anywhere in particular, theyâre quick to move back up to your face, and part of you almost wishes heâd stared at your chest just a little longer-
âThank you,â you say, remembering youâve yet to respond to his compliment.
âWould you like to sit?â he asks next, and you realize youâve been staring too long, quickly tearing your gaze from him to give a curt nod.Â
The two of you take your seats, and you adjust in your chair, letting out a shaky laugh. âIâm also sorry if Iâm a little awkward- I feel like my social skills took a hit during the pandemic.âÂ
The man in front of you nods. âThatâs understandable. The aftereffects of global isolation during covid is something thatâs going to be studied by psychologists in depth in the coming years. Youâre not alone in your feelings, believe me.â
You blink, thinking through his words. âThank you-â you stutter, âfor the reassurance, I mean.â
âOf course,â he nods again. âI think youâll find I can be very reassuring, if need be.âÂ
Your skin tingles, and you canât believe that youâd nearly let your best friend talk you out of this date.
âPsychologists can be dangerous!â Seungkwan had insisted, âOne moment you think heâs your boyfriend, the next heâs hypnotized you to cover up a murder-â
Youâd told him to stop rewatching Hannibal.
But you have to admit⌠Mr. Choi, or Seungcheol, as heâd called himself when heâd first messaged you, he definitely looks like Hannibal.Â
Broad, handsome, tweed suit and all-
âI can see youâre thinking hard about something,â the man sitting across from you notes.
âSorry, I was just-â you bite at your lip, âwas just thinking that youâre probably really good at your job.â
His brows raise at this, and then heâs smiling, âOh?â
âYeah, you erm- you have a really calming voice and presence, and I mean- obviously you know what youâre talking about-â
âAre you in the market for a psychologist?âÂ
âNo-â you answer quickly, âI mean, I donât think so- thatâs not why I matched with you at least.âÂ
The amused smile remains on his face, and itâs making it hard for you to look at him-Â
He keeps his gaze so fixed on you, and he exudes confidence on top of the calm-Â
Confidence thatâs making your heart thump louder and louder in your chest-
âHello, Mr. Choi,â the arrival of your waiter breaks the building tension youâre feeling. The question âHow has your evening been so far?â confirms that Seungcheol knows the staff, and the pleasant way in which he responds tells you that youâre on a date with a good man.Â
After a brief back and forth, Mr. Choi orders himself an Old Fashioned, and you ask for a gin and tonic.
Then, youâre once more alone with the man whose gaze is enough to have your pussy clenching with interest-
âI saw you were new to the site,â Seungcheol notes, and you canât believe heâd bothered to look for that information on your profile, let alone remember it. âHowâs your experience been so far?â
You take a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. âIf Iâm being honest, I talked to one person for a while, and when we met, he turned out to be- just- not a good person. So when you favourited me, and I thought you looked nice, I told myself it would be better to meet up in person without too much back and forth first.âÂ
âThat sounds logical,â he agrees. âIâm sorry your first experience wasnât what you thought it would be, but there is a silver lining, youâre here now.âÂ
âIâm here now,â you echo with a smile, and the waiter returns with your beverages.
Seungcheol had invited you for drinks and dessert. Seungkwan had insisted that meant drinks and sex, but your view of things is proved to be correct when Mr. Choi orders the âdessert tasting menuâ and the waiter scurries off again.Â
âShould we make a toast?â you ask, allowing your eyes to trail over Seungcheolâs handsome face- his strong brow and pretty lips-
âWe should,â he confirms, grabbing his glass and lifting it, âwhat would you like to toast to?â
âBeing here now.â
âTo being here now.â Seungcheol allows the lip of his glass to clink gently against your own before bringing it to his mouth, and you each drink to the moment.
âSo,â you say when you set your cup down, âwhy drinks and dessert instead of dinner?â
âDinners can be long, and full of expectations,â he tells you. âDrinks and dessert allows you to leave earlier, if youâd like to.â
âYou seem like the kind of man who has everything figured out,â you muse.
The side of his mouth quirks into a charming half smile, and he leans forward slightly in his chair, assessing you with dark eyes- âDoes that excite you?â
âYes-â the word slips out before you can stop it.
The man in front of you leans back, satisfied.Â
âWhat, exactly, are you looking for right now?â he prompts. âYour bio was⌠somewhat vague.â
âI guess-â you take a sip of your drink. âI guess it depends on who it is.â
âHow about you start by telling me your thought process behind creating an account,â he suggests.
Youâre momentarily distracted by the way his thumb rubs up and down the side of his cup- dragging through droplets of condensation gathered on the glass-
âMy best friend loves Marilyn Monroe,â you find yourself saying.
This is clearly not the answer Seungcheol had expected, as he quirks that inquisitive brow of his at your words, and youâre quick to continue.Â
âHis favourite movie of hers is Gentlemen Prefer Blondes- and Iâm not kidding, heâs been bleaching his hair since the tenth grade because of it- and thereâs this quote- something like- âitâs just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man.â And I just sort of thought- Iâm tired of putting a lot into relationships with people who give nearly nothing in return. At least with something like this- Iâd be guaranteed something- you know?â
âIt sounds like youâve spent a lot of your life trying to make other people happy,â he notes smoothly. âI can understand why youâd want to be on the receiving end. Everyone deserves reciprocation.âÂ
He pauses, swirling his glass, but you can tell thereâs something else on his mind, and you wait on the edge of your seat for more.
âFrom what youâve said,â his thumb runs up the glass again, âit sounds to me like youâre looking for a contractual type of situation, moreso than a verbal agreement. Something with that added stability.â
âThatâs correct,â you nod.
The last man hadnât ever brought up contracts or boundaries or any of the things that are mentioned when youâd looked up what sugar babying entails.Â
Youâre enthralled by the professional way Mr. Choi is handling himself, and youâre enjoying his crystal clear communication.
âWhat-â you lick your lips, âwhat are you looking for?âÂ
âAs you know, Iâm a psychologist,â he states. âThe job comes with a lot of responsibility. I take care of a number of people with quite severe conditions, and unfortunately, regardless of my intentions, this means Iâve had less time and energy to give to people in my own life.â
He pauses to take a breath and a sip of his whisky before continuing.
âI had a fiance for a time, but it became clear to me that she wanted a child. At the time, I wasn't ready to give up my work to be present in the way a developing mind would need. Iâve been looking for a sugar baby who would understand my lifestyle. Someone to meet with once or twice a week, who would provide happy company and the emotional closeness all human beings desperately need, without some of the⌠expectations that traditional relationships have. Does this sound like something that could interest you?â
You find yourself quickly nodding.
âGood,â he smiles warmly at you. âIâd love to explore the exact details of a contract over drinks, and we can choose a day to do that, but for now, if you donât mind, I think Iâd like to switch the topic and focus on you a little more.â
âOn me?â you blink-Â
Mr. Choiâs grin widens, and the warmth meets his eyes. âYes, you. I think itâs safe to say weâre both physically attracted to each other, but I want to know more about who you are, inside that pretty body of yours.â
You can feel your skin heating from his compliment, and you avert your gaze, grabbing at your drink to take a sip and cool yourself. âWhat do you want to know?â
âLetâs start with the things that make you happiest.â
2: Thursday
âLook who finally decided to answer,â your best friend sighs loudly when you put him on speaker, and you can imagine his classic Seungkwan eye roll.
âI was sleeping,â you tell him, which only succeeds in earning you a scoff.
âAnd I have been waiting for details about your date since last night!âÂ
âI sent you a text saying it was good!â
âAnd then you put your phone on silent you whore!â your best friend screams, making you laugh at his antics- then his voice dips. âDid you fuck him?âÂ
âNo, of course not-â
âYou sound like youâre lying.â
âIâm not, I promise-â you roll onto your back and look up at your ceiling, letting out a breath. âDrinks and dessert literally meant drinks and dessert.âÂ
âDid he at least- I donât know, feed you some of the dessert?â
âNo.âÂ
âOh.â The line is quiet for a moment. âWell thatâs anti-climactic.â
You laugh. âFirst you wanted me going on dates with sugar daddies, then you were weird about Seungcheol, now youâre wishing I had fucked him-âÂ
âWell- did you enjoy yourself?â
âYes.â
âWas he hot?â
You groan. âSo fucking hot you donât even know-âÂ
âThen I do wish youâd fucked him- youâre my best friend, and you deserve to get laid,â Seungkwan says plainly. âAlso- I was only weird about this Seungcheol guy because heâs a therapist-â
âPsychologist.â
âSame thing- the point is, heâs a guy with power and a brain- that can be a deadly combination.âÂ
âI thought I told you to stop watching Hannibal,â you smile, enjoying the way Seungkwan turns everything into life or death.
He scoffs at your words, disregarding them. âSo tell me about your date.â
âLike I said, it was good. I got there, we ordered drinks, heâs obviously like- super smart. We talked a little bit about why weâre on the site-â
âWhy is he on the site? If heâs hot, rich, and smart?â Seungkwan asks. âShouldnât he be with- I donât know⌠someone his own age? How old was he again?â
âMid to late thirties- and thereâs a reason for it actually. He mentioned a fiance who wanted kids- I think women âhis ageâ are all looking for a family, but heâs very⌠invested in his work,â you explain.
 âOh. Huh.â You listen to the cogs in Seungkwanâs brain turning. âSo- I guess he just wants a sugar baby to work around his busy schedule?â
âHeâs looking for a companion-â you say, âbut, you know, someone who can handle the fact that his work comes first.âÂ
âRight.â A beat, then; âSo did you guys talk money?âÂ
âSeungkwan!â
âWhat!?â he yells back. âQuit beating around the bush!âÂ
âHe didnât just- whip a wad of cash out and give it to me,â you laugh. âHe paid for everything of course, and we agreed to discuss a contract over drinks-â
âWhen?â
âActually-â you look down at your phone, which has just buzzed, scanning the new text. âCoincidently, heâs texting me now.â
âOooh! Whatâs he saying?!âÂ
âHe said, âI really enjoyed your company last night. Would you like to join me for drinks tomorrow at eight?ââÂ
âWow, this dude works fast- are you sure you didnât suck him off or anything?â
âSeungkwan!âÂ
âI just mean- two dates in three days- this is fast.â
âYeah well,â you shrug while texting out a confirmation response for Seungcheol, âif youâd seen Mr. Choi in person, youâd be hoping things go fast too.â
âIs he really that sexy? This isnât just- your old man kink?â
âI dont have an old man kink-â
âSure you donât.â
You groan. âSeungkwan, just trust me. This man-â you swallow thickly, âhe could choke me out- and Iâd say thank you daddy.â
âRight, but letâs hope he doesnât though.âÂ
3: Friday
Part of you isnât surprised that Seungcheol has a study in his home, but another part of you wonders if this man is really someone you should be entertaining, with his shelves of psychology texts and autobiographies written by renowned people in his field- and the framed degrees and papers of certification-
Seungcheol is the real deal; itâs clear as day and reflected in his home.
He gives you a tour of the main floor, moving from the study to the dining room, and despite your ardent attempt at listening- itâs hard to focus.Â
If heâd been godlike in the charcoal tweed suit when youâd first met him- well, you donât even know how to describe how well he fits into a plain white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose strong, bulky forearms- and then thereâs the way the material stretches over his deliciously broad shoulders every time he turns his back to you-
âNow that Iâve given you a small tour, why donât you take a seat,â he says as you enter his kitchen. âAnd Iâll grab us drinks. What are you feeling? Wine, water, beer, champagne-â
âWhatever you think is best,â you tell him, a little overwhelmed by the effect his home is having on you-Â
The effect he is having on you.Â
âI think Iâd like to give you champagne,â he says, turning his back to you to open his fridge.
You find yourself nearly drooling at the brief moments youâre able to gawk at his shoulders again- and when he faces you, your eyes immediately zero in on his hands as they begin to fiddle with the bottle-
âHas anyone ever talked you through opening a bottle of champagne before?â he asks.
Your eyes meet briefly and you feel your skin heat when you admit, ânot really- is there a specific way to do it?â
âIâm not sure if thereâs one specific way,â Seungcheol chuckles a little, looking down at his task. âAt ceremonies, sometimes theyâll use a sword and knock the top of the neck clean off- but for our purposes, and to avoid breaking anything with the cork if it shoots off, I prefer utilizing the cork cage,â he runs his fingers across the metal contraption on top of the bottle. âThe trick is to unwind it most of the way, but keep it on so when you manuever the cork up-â his thumb runs along the seem, working at it- âit pops,â thereâs a loud sound, âbut it gets caught by the cork cage, and then, both are easily removed.â
Heâd done the motion so professionally- a man whoâs opened many a champagne bottle in his time.Â
Seungcheol seems to be an expert of everything - a true wealth of knowledge - and itâs one of the sexiest things youâve ever experienced.Â
You watch him pour two glasses of the bubbly liquid, and then he gingerly slides one across the marble island countertop, âI think youâll enjoy this.â
He watches you with an amused expression while you raise the champagne to your lips, and when your eyes widen at the taste, he grins.
âItâs really good,â you say, toying with the stem of your glass.Â
Now itâs your turn to watch him take a sip- and youâre blown away by how sexy he can be while simply drinking- his adamâs apple bobbing-
You wanna lick his neck.
You wanna lick his neck so bad-
âShould we get down to business?â he asks.
You wanna get down on something- and itâs not business.Â
âEr- yes, we should,â you agree, shifting the way youâre seated on the bar stool at his counter-
Your panties are sticking to your core and itâs a little uncomfortable-Â
You have no idea how this night is going to pan out, no idea if youâll actually end up in his bed- so youâve worn a beautiful, silky, matching set- its one drawback is the way the material sticks to you when youâre even slightly aroused- and youâve been aroused since the moment Seungcheol opened the door to his home and invited you in.
âSince this is a contract weâre making together, I held myself back from writing one up,â he explains. âI was thinking we could discuss it verbally, and Iâll write up a copy of what weâve talked about after you go home tonight-âÂ
You feel your expression fall a little and Seungcheol pauses, expert eyes assessing you.Â
âIs something wrong?â he asks.
âNo,â you assure him, swallowing thickly and averting your gaze, âthat sounds like a good idea.â
There are a few more moments of silence, and then Seungcheol rests both hands on the countertop, leaning forward, voice dipping when he says, âDarling, as much as Iâd love for you to stay over tonight, I promised myself I wouldnât fuck you until the third date.âÂ
Your skin feels electrified, and you gawk at the gorgeous man, who looks down at you with an amused grin.
You nearly shock yourself when the words âwhy not?â tumble past your lips, and his affectionate smile widens at your question.
âWeâve hardly discussed expectations,â he answers smoothly. âIt would be⌠unwise for me to skip those important steps, to give you time to consider your options.â
âMy options?â
âI am older than you,â he points out, âand thereâs still a chance you might decide you want someone who can give you more of his time. I want you to be sure about all of this.â
âI am sure,â you insist.
âYou think you are,â he muses, bringing his champagne to his lips, âbut until you see a finalized document, you shouldnât be agreeing to anything.â
âYou wonât hurt me-â you tell him, âI trust you.â
âAlthough we only just met,â he points out. âIf you trust me at all, trust in this process, okay, Sweetheart?â
You swallow any words of insistence that threaten to bubble up out of you, nodding and taking a sip of your own drink.
âSo,â he lets out a sigh, âwe discussed a few of my expectations when we first met, do you remember what they were?â
âYou were looking for a companion of sorts, who could manage you being at work frequently,â you respond, feeling pleased when he nods and smiles at you. âSomeone to meet up with once or twice a week.â
âVery good, Angel,â he praises you. âWhile itâs implied, Iâd like to solidify what you might call a key condition.â
Youâre practically on the edge of your seat, waiting for him to continue, your interest piqued.
âAny contract youâd sign would come with a loyalty clause.â He pauses for a moment, eyes searching your own. âDo you understand what that entails?â
âI think so,â you nod. âIt would be an agreement that while Iâm seeing you, I wouldnât be entertaining anyone else. Weâd be exclusive.â
âThatâs my smart girl,â he smiles. âEven though I donât have much time for you, Iâd provide for you to live comfortably when Iâm not around, in the hopes that, when we are together, weâre both committed to making the best of it.âÂ
You love the way that sounds.
âWhich brings me to my next point,â he continues, âmonthly allowances. Iâll cover your food, rent, utilities- anything you need, and provide extra spending money for clothing, jewelry, etcetera.âÂ
âWow, thatâs-â you feel your eyes widening, âthatâs very generous of you.â
âItâs really not,â he insists. âYouâre a beautiful, bright, young woman, and youâre agreeing to be a companion to some middle aged psych nut who hardly has enough time for you-â you both laugh a little at the way he refers to himself, âcompensation is a must.â
You have to stop yourself from happily chirping an âif you say so daddyâ at the man that is so close to becoming everything youâve ever wanted for yourself-
âOn top of our one-on-one interactions,â Seungcheol says, âIâd also like for you to accompany me to professional events, but Iâd need you to be discreet. On top of a loyalty clause, I might have you sign a nondisclosure act- how does that sound to you?â
You consider it for a moment. âIâm not the type to go tell people about my personal life- and other than my best friend, no one even knows I was on the sugar site-â
âYour friend who loves Marilyn Monroe and bleaches his hair?â Seungcheol asks with an amused expression.
âYou remembered-â you laugh, heart warming to know how many details heâs held onto in regard to your first meeting.
âThe NDA can exclude your close friend, we all need a confidant.â
âThank you,â you swallow, âI think- if it allows me to talk to Seungkwan, signing a NDA would be okay.â
âPerfect,â Seungcheol nods, drinking the last of his champagne. âWeâve covered a few of the most important parts of an agreement, so I think maybe now is a good time to grab another important document that I need you to look over.â
âOh?â
âStay here for a moment, Iâll be right back,â Seungcheol assures you, flashing you a quick wink before exiting the kitchen.
Itâs almost torturous to be alone anywhere in Seungcheolâs home without him, and part of you is inclined to follow him around like a lost, needy puppy-
You finish your drink while you wait, taking breaths to calm yourself, afterall, heâd said he wouldnât be fucking you tonight- therefore, thereâs not much for you to worry about.
Seungcheol returns shortly, holding a dark leather file folder, which he offers to you.
âWhatâs this?â you ask, not wanting to open it without being prompted to- but your curiosity is as high as ever.
âSeparate from our sugar agreement, this is a bdsm contract. It has a list of kinks and other things, as well as a section for you to fill out, detailing what youâre comfortable - and more importantly - what youâre uncomfortable with. Iâd like you to take it home, look it over, and if you have any questions, let me know.â
âRight-â you stand up, holding the file folder to your chest-
Any words that you were thinking of saying disappear when you look up at Seungcheol, once more marveling at your size difference and how beautiful he is-
âYouâre easily distractable,â he grins, pinching at your chin gently, âarenât you, Angel?â
âYes sir,â you mumble-
Easily dazed too.
âMy driver will take you home now,â the (much too sexy) psychologist tells you. âHis name is Seokmin, youâll probably have to remind him to give you his number. Heâll be available to you from now on if you need to go anywhere.â
âYou have a driver?â you blink- shocked at how heâs able to afford all of this-
You realize he must come from old money- and youâre appalled you hadnât noticed it before.
He doesnât carry himself in the way a man whoâd made a name for himself would- he has an air of confidence- a confidence that runs deep and is backed up by family money.
âYes, darling,â Seungcheol grins, âwe have a driver.â
4: Saturday
Youâve always loved having movie night with your best friend, but tonight, heâs not interested in movies. Seungkwan is easily distractable - a little like you, you suppose - and when youâd arrived over an hour ago, heâd immediately insisted on knowing every detail about your experience with the man he now refers to as âPsych daddy.â
On top of being distractable, Seunkwan is easy to please, and you manage to avoid mentioning the BDSM contract for a good long while, instead focusing on Seungcheolâs hot driver, who Seungkwan finds on instagram within five minutes.
âNo way- first Psych Daddy is a ten out of ten, and now his driver is hot too?â Seungkwan bellows while mad scrolling through Seokminâs profile. âAre you sure weâre not in some weird porn dream? Youâre not gonna get tag teamed are you?â
âSeungkwan!â you scream, gently smacking him across the shoulder in shock.
âWe were both thinking it!â he insists, shoving you back.
âIâll have you know that we were not both thinking it,â you state with just as much certainty.Â
âBut you mentioned how nice the guy was when he dropped you off last night and we called for like five minutes before you hung up on me to go to bed!â
âYeah, in the context that Seungcheol is really nice to everyone that works for him, despite being-â
âOne of the youngest, sexiest psych daddies in the city, yeah, yeah-â Seungkwan waves his hand, âStop rubbing it in.â
âHave you been researching my boyfriend again?â you ask, thoroughly amused.
âBoyfriend?â Seunkwan eyes you up and down, sneering. âIs that what we call dom daddies now?âÂ
âIf he makes you sign a loyalty clause and a NDA, I think I can call him whatever I want, canât I?â you point out. âAnd you avoided my question- youâve definitely been googling Cheol again.â
âBeen googling myself to pictures of pysch daddy-â Seungkwan says suggestively before asking, âHe made you sign an NDA?â
âNot yet,â you sigh, âand donât worry, weâve discussed it and it will exclude you- I can tell you anything I want to.â
âShit, did you tell him my name? Do you think heâll accept me as a patient if he knows Iâm your best friend?â
âSince when do you need a psychologist?â you laugh.
âUh,â Seungkwanâs brows raise, âBestie, have you seen my life? I definitely need someone to confide in who knows what the fuck heâs talking about.â
âOuch,â you touch your heart, pretending to be wounded. âSince when did you not like crack gremlin advice?â
âSince you put down your crack gremlin hat and became a sugar baby to a hot psychologist,â Seungkwan sighs, taking one last look at Seokminâs grinning face before he puts his phone down and focuses entirely on you. âBut go back a few steps and talk to me about this loyalty clause- psych daddy sends you home with a ton of papers to sign, huh?â
âMore than you could imagine.â
Your best friend looks you up and down with suspicion, brow raising in a silent prompt for more info.
When you remain quiet, Seungkwan sighs. âFine, donât tell me,â but after a beat, he asks, âWas it a sex list or something?â
Youâre always stunned by how intuitive your best friend can be.
Upon reading your reaction, Seungkwanâs eyes widen and he grabs at your arm, nearly jumping with excitement. âNo way!â he yells in your ear. âHe did send you home with a sex list! Show me, show me, show me!âÂ
You look to your bag and before you can even reach for it, Seungkwan is darting past you and retrieving the papers. âHoly shit-â he breathes, scanning the document with eyes full of something like perverted excitement. âA checklist for kinks?â
âYup.â
âChoking, yes. Spanking, fuck yeah- bondage-â he grins at you, âlooks like someoneâs a little slut for psych daddy.â
âOh my god,â you groan, reaching for the papers, but he launches himself off the couch to evade you. âIf youâre gonna be like this, I donât want to show you.â
âFine, Iâll be nice,â Seungkwan says, but heâs still reading the list, and his voice is lacking any real sincerity. âOkay so most of these are straightforward-â
âYou watch way too much porn,â you sigh.
He practically growls at you. âAs I was saying- most of these are straightforward, and youâve filled out the ones I would have expected you to- but some of these are things even I have never heard of- like, what the fuck isâŚâ he carefully sounds out the next word, âQuirofilia?â
âHonestly- the ones I didnât know about, I just sort of skipped over, hoping maybe you would know- butâŚâ you canât stop the sly grin that works its way onto your lips, âI guess Cheol did say I could call him if I had any questionsâŚâ
âAt this point, itâs almost like this list is purposefully vague on some kinks-â Seungkwan sighs, joining you on the couch again. âI bet Psych daddy has been waiting for you to call him for extra clarification.â
âWe could google it,â you point out.
âDefinitely not,â Seungkwan says quickly. âCall daddy, and put him on speaker.â
âOh, so heâs just daddy now?â you tease, pulling out your phone.Â
âCall him.â
âHmm⌠maybe Iâll text,â you decide. âHe could be busy.â
âThatâs no fun,â Seunkwan whines, pouting out his lower lip.
âToo bad,â you tell him, typing in a quick message. âI said, âhey, whenever you have time, I have a few questions about some of the terms on the kink list.ââ
âAdd a smiley face,â your friend urges, âso he knows itâs like- good questions.â
You add a happy emoji, and hit send. Then you put your phone down, reaching for the papers from Seungkwan.Â
âHe might not answer anytime soon-â you say- just as your phone buzzes the familiar ringtone that youâve only given to one person.
Both you and Seungkwan stare at your ringing phone, and then your best friend grins at you.Â
âThis guy is so whipped for you itâs crazy- are you sure you havenât sucked his dick?â
âOh my god stop!â you groan, âand be quiet or I canât answer-â
âIâll be quiet,â he insists, pretending to lock his mouth shut and throw away the key.
With one final warning glare, you turn your focus to your phone, answering the call. âHello?âÂ
âHey, gorgeous,â comes Seungcheolâs unmistakable smooth drawl- god, he makes your mouth fucking water- âSo you got around to looking at the kink list.â
Heâs so god damned confident- and when you look up at Seungkwan, you see heâs just as shook by your new lover as you are.
âUh, yes,â you clear your throat. âThere are just a few terms Iâm unfamiliar with, and- I know I could look them up, but you said to call you if I had questions-â
âOf course Angel, Iâd love to help talk you through it.â
Your panties are wet.
Theyâre wet, and your best friend is nearly falling off the couch from how seductive your new sugar daddy is.
âWhat kinks are you unfamiliar with?â Seungcheol prompts, and you can practically hear him smiling at the way heâs taking your breath away on a freaking phone call-Â
âThereâs this one,â your eyes scan over the word Quirofilia, and you do your best not to mangle it the way Seungkwan had when you relay it to Cheol.
âQuirofilia,â he repeats, teaching you the proper pronunciation with the calm, pleasant tone youâre starting to fall in love with. âItâs another term for a hand kink.â
Now itâs your turn to echo, and you say âA hand kink,â while blinking at your friend.
âYes, angel,â Seungcheol chuckles on the other end. âIf you check off the box for receiving, youâd indicate that youâd be more than comfortable with me touching you frequently. For lack of a better term, it goes hand in hand with a number of other kinks- spanking and choking for example, or finger sucking.â
âAnd for giving?â you question, having already checked off a yes for what heâs just described.
âFor givingâŚâ he clears his throat, âwell, youâd let me pay for you to get manicures- maybe let me choose the colours and styles-â thereâs another pause, then âI have to admit, I did notice that you have nice hands the first night we met.â
âReally?â your heart lurches in your chest and Seungkwan grabs a pillow to bite while listening in on a conversation thatâs getting sexier and sexier- âWhat did you like about them?â
âTheyâre smaller than mine, for one. Iâm sure we can both imagine how pretty theyâd look wrapped around something⌠substantially bigger.âÂ
Your best friend spasms, practically screaming into the pillow, and you canât help the way your own jaw drops at the statement-Â
Are you about to have phone sex with Cheol in front of your best friend?
Do you need to get a room?
âWe can discuss it in detail when I see you next,â Seungcheol says, cutting off your horny thoughts. âAre there any other kinks youâve had trouble with?â
âI mean-â part of you wants to go through the whole list and pretend not to know things just to keep him on the phone- âif weâre going to discuss these all in detail when I see you next- maybe I should just wait till then?â
You canât believe youâre cock blocking yourself just because Seungkwan is here.
âWe can do that,â Seungcheol says smoothly.Â
In the background, you hear someone say his name, and you find yourself asking, âdid I catch you at a bad time?â suddenly worried youâve interrupted something important.
âOf course not, angel, I wouldnât have called you if I couldnât step away for a few minutes.â Thereâs a pause then, âIâm at a conference this weekend, flew out this morning.â
âOh,â your heart deflates a little.
âI was tempted to invite you,â Seungcheol says, calming the uneasiness youâre feeling. âBut seeing as youâve not signed anything, and I already had plans with colleagues, I figured this wouldnât be the best first trip to take you on.â
This excites you again. âDo you have somewhere specific in mind for a first trip?â
âSomewhere warm,â he answers smoothly, a small chuckle following a moment later. âAnyways, I wonât be that available tomorrow, you caught me at a good moment tonight.â
âWell⌠will you be back on Monday?â you question.
Another small laugh, then, âAre you that eager to see me, gorgeous?â
âMaybe.â You eye Seungkwan whoâs still screaming into the pillow. âBut I mean- I remember what you said about needing a sugar baby that fits your schedule, so, I donât want to pressure you to see me the day you get back from a work conference-â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you, angel,â his smooth voice calms your anxieties. âI do have quite a busy week, a few things arenât pinned down yet, can I let you know when I have more details?â
âYes, of course-â you bite at your lip. âI should let you get back to your colleagues- thanks for calling me and talking me through uh- Quirofilia.â
You hear him take a deep breath, and then, Seungcheol lets out something like a groan- âIâm tempted to ask what you checked off for it.â
His words go straight to your pussy and after a moment of silence you ask, âDo you want me to tell you?â
âNo,â he responds, âIt will give me something to think about tonight if you donât tell me.â
âOkay,â you grin at the way heâs toying with himself- ego fuelled by the idea of him thinking about you- âIâm excited to talk more about this with you when I see you next.â
âMe too, angel.â
âHave a great time at your conference daddy.âÂ
You slap a hand over your mouth, eyes widening at the way the term of endearment just slipped out of you-
Seungcheol lets out a deep sigh that betrays how much the word has affected him, and he sounds less composed than normal when he says, âThank you, precious, enjoy your evening.â
You hang up, and as soon as you have, Seungkwan goes ballistic, practically pouncing at you while screaming, âThat was too sexy! You guys are too sexy, what the hell!?â
Laughing at his antics is easy- pretending your panties arenât ruined is another story.
5: Sunday
The ringtone that makes your whole body tingle with anticipation is becoming more and more familiar, and you practically launch yourself across your bed to answer your phone.
âHi.â
A small chuckle, and a breath, then, âHey you.â
âHow's your conference going?â you ask, having not expected to hear from Cheol today.
âGood. Itâs over, we finished the last meet up just before dinner. What are you up to?â
You grin to yourself, playing with the book in your lap. âIâm reading your most recent publication.â
âMy most recent publication?â you can hear him smiling now too, and you enjoy the way he teases your choice of phrase. âSince when were you going out and buying my books, darling?â
âSince I saw how many youâve done- when you showed me your library. I went out this morning and got two.â
âYou could have asked, and I would have given you them for free⌠with a detailed note from the author.âÂ
âI was eager to begin reading,â you admit. âAnd youâre so busy- Iâm still not sure when Iâm seeing you next.â
âThatâs actually why I called. I took a look at my schedule, and Iâve got options for you.â
âOoh! I love options.âÂ
Another smile you can hear through the phone, and your heart beats a little faster.Â
âI can see you alone on Friday, itâs the earliest day I have available- but if youâd like, you can accompany me to a get-together with my work colleagues on Wednesday. I know you havenât signed any papers and we havenât discussed anything in detail yet but⌠I have a good feeling about you, angel, and Iâd enjoy having you there.â
âThen of course Iâll go with you to the get-together,â you announce, grinning like a school girl at the inklings of praise he bestows on you.
âThatâs wonderful news, gorgeous.â - you love it when he calls you pretty pet names - âIâm sorry that this call canât be longer- but Iâll see you Wednesday- and Iâm sure Iâll find a reason to call you before then.â
âYes, please.âÂ
He laughs, and the sound has your core buzzing with interest- how the hell is Seungcheol so sexy without even trying?
âHave a good night, angel, and donât read too much of my book- theyâre all depressing.â
âTheyâre informative,â you insist. âHave a wonderful night Cheol, and thanks for calling.â
6: Monday
âHi.âÂ
Youâve gotta stop answering your phone with a full grin- but every time Seungcheol calls you, you canât help but get warm and fuzzy all over.
âHi, angel.âÂ
And wet. Wet all over.Â
Wet where it counts.
âI was just thinking about you,â you confess, toying with the page of his book that youâve been reading.
âFunny, I was just thinking about you,â he responds, âand I have been, all day. Itâs quite distracting actually.â
âReally?â Your heart leaps again.
âI was thinking about getting you something to wear to the party on Wednesday- was going to get Seokmin to drop it off at your place, but then⌠I realized how much Iâd rather see you and give you the dress in person, to see your reaction.â
This man gives you full on heart palpitations- and it takes everything in you to clear your throat and ask, âso does this mean Iâll see you before Wednesday, or?â
âI mean⌠I donât want to assume youâre free every night- but if youâre not otherwise busy tomorrow-â
âI always have time for you daddy,â you smile, âand Iâll sign a contract to prove it.â
He lets out a shaky breath, and you love that youâre having an effect on him. âThatâs good to hear sweetheart. Iâll move a few things around. How does seven sound?â
âSeven sounds perfect.â
âAnd it will be a longer stay this time. I know I kept our last interaction at my home brief- but if you bring all the documents I gave you, we canâŚâ he clears his throat, âdiscuss them in full, tomorrow, if youâd likeâ
âIâd love that,â you admit.
âSeokmin will be at your place to pick you up at seven then, angel. I canât wait to see you.â
âI canât wait either.â
7: Tuesday
Seungcheol is a man who strives for perfection. From his home and work, all the way down to the pretty present heâs gotten for you, the box wrapped in a golden bow-
And when you open your gift to reveal an expensive red fabric just itching to be touched- you think thereâs a possibility that you might very much be in love with the psychologist already.
âItâs beautiful-â you breathe, pulling the silky garment from its box to assess the length and style.
âYou were wearing red when we first met,â Seungcheol tells you, âI thought to myself that Iâd never seen such a gorgeous girl- when I invited you to the gettogether tomorrow, I knew there was only one colour I truly wanted to see you in.â
Your heart is having palpitations, you swear-Â
âDo you-â you swallow thickly, looking up at him, âdo you want me to try it on for you now?âÂ
Itâs his turn to take a shaky breath, and after a stagnant pause, he shakes his head, âNo. I think Iâd like to be surprised tomorrow- besides, after we get done looking over the papers and contracts, I feel as if weâd both prefer you to be taking off clothes rather than putting them on.âÂ
Heâs right about that.
You only wish youâd known about his affinity for the color red before youâd chosen a black lingerie set, knowing that tonight would be the night heâd finally strip you bare-
You canât wait for him to fuck you. You honestly canât- and all these paper signings- theyâre just a formality for you.Â
As far as youâre concerned, Cheol is the one- or at least, he could be the one.Â
Or maybe heâs just the âfor now,â but regardless, for now, you want to be ravenously fucking him-
âMy easily distractable darling,â he gently pinches at your chin, pulling you from your dirty thoughts. âLetâs see the papers.â
After putting the dress back in its box, you grab the purse youâd arrived with. Itâs large enough to hold the folder with the documents, which you pull out next, setting it down on Seungcheolâs kitchen counter.Â
âI see youâve printed out the other documents I sent you since we last met,â he says, and you can hear the pride in his voice that youâd gone a step above and beyond what heâd asked of you.Â
After your last date, wherein youâd gotten the kink list, heâd sent you an email with a link to a contractual pdf. Once youâd gone over the contract in detail on your computer, youâd printed it out, eager to sign your name- but youâd been patient, knowing heâd probably want to witness your signature being jotted down on the dotted line.
âIâm ready to sign them,â you tell him, also pulling a pen out of your purse-
âEager angel,â he smiles, taking the seat on the barstool next to yours. âAre you sure you donât want to read it all over one more time?â
âIâm sure,â you tell him, angling your body towards his and fiddling with your pen.Â
âAlright,â Seungcheol nods, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down, his forearms flexing. âHow about you let me sign first, then you can do your own signature.â
You hold out your pen, which he accepts, and you watch the way he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose when he looks down at the contract. His eyes scan over the document, and a moment later, the ballpoint pen is gliding languidly across the dotted line, his signature solidified in a binding agreement.Â
âThere we go,â he says smoothly, holding the pen out for you to take.
Within seconds, two signatures are on the contract, and your heart is racing just a little faster in anticipation of whatâs to come next.
âAnd now to look over your kink list,â Seungcheol breathes, moving the signed papers to the side.Â
Your heart lurches when he picks up the sheet youâve filled in, and you stay silent while his eyes move over each line of information.Â
âAs much as these all interest me,â he says, âIâm pleased to see youâve checked off giving and receiving for quirofilia.â His large hand moves to rest on top of your thigh, and he gives you a gentle squeeze, eyes shifting from the paper to your own. âWill you allow me to book a manicure for you tomorrow? In preparation for the get-together?â
âYes, please,â you rest your hand on top of his own.
âWeâll have to get your nails matching your new dress,â he tells you smoothly, setting the paper down in favour of pushing a strand of hair away from your face, his index finger gently gliding past your cheekbone. âAnd there will be another present for you tomorrow.â
âAnother?â youâre nearly dizzy from how well he treats you-
âAnother,â he confirms, taking off his glasses to set down before standing from the bar stool.Â
âAre you going to tell me what it is?â you ask, allowing him to prompt you to your own feet, both of his hands gently capturing your own.
Seungcheol gives his head a small shake, a smile on his lips when he responds with a âno.â
Something inside of you deflates slightly at the fact that heâs withholding information from you, and you canât help the way you pout your lower lip out - just a little - in an effort to perhaps make him change his mind-
âCome on, angel,â Seungcheol laughs, pinching your chin and forcing you to look up at him. His dark chocolate colored eyes are swimming with adoration, and his small half smile is breathtaking- âyou can be patient for one more day, canât you?â
âDepends what for,â you admit, reaching your free hand out to hook your fingers in the front of his belt, pulling yourself closer to the man whoâs as solid as any brick wall youâve ever seen-
âPatience for the next present,â he clarifies, gaze dipping down to your lips as you move even closer to him- ânot for anything else.â
âPromise?â you ask, pushing onto your tip toes- mouths even closer-
âPromise,â Seungcheol says, finally closing the distance between you.
His lips are soft- heâs a gentleman, and his hand moves from your chin to be cupping the nape of your neck, the other smoothing down to the small of your back.Â
Itâs chaste kissing- too chaste for you, and you wrap your arms around the back of his own neck, pressing your chest up against his.
You donât want any more distance between you, and you especially donât want to wait any longer for this man to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you.
âCheol-â you groan, allowing him to tilt your head and slide his tongue along your lower lip.
âYes, angel?â His voice is so deep and sexy, the vibrations of it going straight through from his chest to your own and then down to your tingling core-
âDaddy, please-âÂ
âI would ask you to use your words, but now that youâve filled out your kink list-â he swallows thickly, gently pressing his forehead to yours, âI think I have a pretty good idea of what youâd enjoy.â
In the back of your mind, you remember that youâd said yes to most of the kinks on the list- so youâre not sure how - exactly - heâs going to narrow it down and decide on what to do to you today- but thereâs another part of you that trusts him fully.
Tonight is going to be a night to remember, regardless of what kinks he fulfills for you.
âWait-â your hands move from his strong shoulders to the front of his dress shirt, toying with the buttons there, âI never saw your kink list.â
âWould you like to?â
You nod.
âAnother time then,â Seungcheol says smoothly, âtonight, I want to take care of you. Howâs that sound?â
âSounds good,â you admit, tugging on his shirt in an effort to pull him closer.
With a smile, Seungcheol concedes, lips finding yours again.Â
Instead of being as chaste as he had at the start, with each brush of your mouths against each other, heâs becoming more bold, gently testing your limits-
Little does he know that when it comes to him, you have no hard limits.
He could talk you into just about anything- but part of you knows heâd never really try to talk you into much, which is one of the reasons why youâre so open for him.
As he kisses you harder, and you tug him even closer, you realize youâre practically trying to climb him- and in one motion, Seungcheol bends down and lifts you into his arms bridal style, being mindful of the black dress still adorning your body.
âIâm going to take you to my bedroom now,â he tells you, and you take the opportunity to begin speckling his neck and underjaw in kisses, your hands tugging and toying with the fabric covering his broad shoulders.Â
Itâs so easy to become lost in him- his gentle, calming aura truly overtakes you, and now that youâre contractually under his protection - both financially and romantically - nothing else does matter-Â
Nothing except him.
You want to make Seungcheol happy- and you note his reactions, note the way he releases a shuddery breath when you find a sensitive spot just under his ear- your tongue dipping out to taste his skin while you press kisses there-
âOkay, angel,â he sighs, âtime to set you down.âÂ
He places you gently onto his bed before straightening to look at you.Â
Seungcheol has always been tall and broad- but towering over you at the foot of his bed while you lay there with soaked panties takes him to new heights - literally - and you find yourself practically drooling- sitting up in an effort to get close to him again-
âNuh uh uh,â he tuts, pressing one knee onto the mattress between your legs. âLift your arms so I can take this dress off of you, and then lay back down for me, yeah?â
You follow through with his request gladly, allowing him to strip you of your dress before you flatten against his bed again, looking up at him with a lustful wonder that youâve never truly experienced.
âThereâs my pretty girl,â Seungcheol says smoothly, discarding your dress before looking down at you with appreciative eyes- eyes that finally take in some of your best features, gliding across your breasts and the lingerie set youâre wearing- âYou dressed up for me,â he notes.
âOf course, daddy,â you sigh, reaching for him when he presses his other knee onto the bed, âwanted to look good for you.â
âYou always look good,â he tells you, flattening his form over your own, one hand pressed to the mattress next to your head while the other gently grasps your jaw. âMy pretty little angel,â he says, breath fanning across your skin before his lips find your own.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and looking for friction between your thighs-
A moan slips out of you when you feel his cock, pressing against the front of his pants deliciously-
Seungcheol chuckles into your kiss before pulling away from you, his lips moving to your neck-Â
âSo sensitive, baby,â he says, rutting forward ever so slightly- cock dragging past your panty-clad core and making you groan again. âWhen was the last time you were properly touched?â
âItâs been a while,â you admit, swallowing thickly and lacing your fingers through Seungcheolâs hair while he kisses down to the swell of your breasts, still captured in your bra.Â
âWell, weâre going to change that.â
âWe better,â you retort, back already arching off the bed to give him access to the clasp of your bra- which he undoes with deft fingers. âTake it off- please-â
The garment slips off of you easily, and Seungcheol tosses it to join your dress on the floor before his large, warm hand is cupping your breast, lips attaching to one nipple while his fingers toy with the other.
Small gasps of ecstasy escape you, filling the room with your whimpery sounds of need.
Your new lover focuses on your breasts in a way that begins to make you frustrated, your pussy clenching with untouched desire- and the feeling of Seungcheolâs muscled shoulders is almost too much for your hands, which canât help but explore his body-
âPlease-â you moan, shifting your hips up, eager for him to grind down on you again-
The hand on your breast is removed, and it slips between your bodies, two fingers pressing to your pussy through your panties.Â
You release a whimper, body shuddering at the small stimulus on your clit-
âYour panties are soaked, angel,â he says, releasing your breast in favor of looking down at you again. âDo you really need me that much?âÂ
âI do,â you tell him sincerely, once more tugging at the front of his shirt. âI need you so bad-â
Your fingers begin to undo his buttons, but your motions are shaky, especially as he rubs your core harder, teasing you through your panties-
âPlease- just take them off,â you groan. âTake it all off-â
Seungcheol grins, âIf you insist,â and then heâs pulling away from you, leaving you cold and desperate, your hands trying to follow him-
But then you stop, zoning in on the way his own nimble fingers undo the buttons of his shirt-
And then heâs shrugging the fabric off, revealing a chiseled torso and an abdomen that you could wash clothes on-
âYouâre so-â you groan, unable to even believe youâd found a man like this on a sugar dating site.
âIâm soâŚâ he looks at you with a cocked brow, kneeling between your legs, his hands finding your thighs and smoothing down against your skin.
âYouâre everything,â you tell him, unable to think through much else.
The complement works, and Seungcheolâs smile widens. âThank you, angel,â he says. âDaddyâs going to eat you now.â
Youâre so overwhelmed- in the best of ways- that you hardly even hear Seungkwanâs voice in the back of your mind screaming âhannibal the cannibal, bitch!âÂ
Your best friend had been so wrong about Seungcheol- who gets down onto his knees at the foot of the bed, dragging you closer before hooking his fingers in your panties-
You lift your hips, allowing him to tug the fabric from your form, leaving you completely naked-
Seungcheol releases a breath that fans over your pussy, his lips pressing a wet kiss on your inner thigh.
âYouâre so perfect,â he says, teeth grazing past your skin before he finally brings his mouth where you need him most.
You canât help but reach down and tangle your fingers through his hair, determined to keep him between your thighs-
And he doesnât disappoint, tongue licking you up and down, pressing through your pussy lips and dipping into your core, nose brushing by your clit-
âCheol-â you whimper, toes curling at the sensation.
Youâve been eaten out before, but youâve never been as into a man as you are with Seungcheol, and every brush of him against you has you practically whining and tingling with ecstasy.
Youâd never thought sex could be this good- and he hasnât even fucked you yet.
His tongue is nothing compared to what his cock is going to feel like- but his mouth alone is bringing you shockingly close to your high, devastatingly fast.Â
Seungcheol releases a groan against your pussy, pulling away just enough to ask âclose already, angel?â
âMmm- yes,â you whimper, tightening your grip in his hair on an effort to bring him back to your pussy.
âYou can cum, just- let me know,â he tells you, tongue returning to your aching hole, lapping at you for all youâre worth-
You find your eyes closing, your head resting back against his bed while his ministrations work you closer and closer to the edge-
One of your feet drags along his strong back, your legs threatening to close around his head as your sounds of pleasure begin to tumble out of you uncensored, filling the room-
Seungcheol presses his face against you even harder, lips wrapping around your clit-
âCheol- Iâm gonna-â you whine, breaths becoming irregular as you get closer and closer to cloud nine- âoh my god-â you reach the peak of pleasure, and a gasped âdaddyâ escapes you as youâre consumed with your orgasm, quivering legs trying to close around Seungcheol-
But two hands land on your inner thighs, forcing you open for the man who eats you through your high like heâs been starved-Â
Perhaps you both have.
You havenât felt something this good in- maybe ever, and all youâre able to do is tug on his hair, moan loudly, and rut your hips against his face while you feel him tingling through every fiber of your being.
Seungcheol works you through your entire orgasm and then some, until your legs feel like jelly from being tensed, and you can hardly breathe correctly. Then, he pulls away from you slowly, pressing kisses along your inner thigh-
You open your eyes to look down at him, and youâre met with a visual that has you getting wet all over again.Â
The gorgeous man between your legs, wipes his thumb across his lower lip, collecting whatâs there and slipping it into his mouth, releasing a groan that has you practically twitching-Â
His pupils are blown with interest, and heâs breathing just as heavily as you are.
He stands up, towering over you once more.
Seungcheol swallows thickly, running a hand through his hair. âIâm guessing from the way you checked off cum play and breeding kink that youâre on some sort of contraceptive?â
You release a small laugh- no man has ever used the word contraceptive in the bedroom with you before. Cheol is so sexy with his fancy words-
âHey,â he gently taps your inner thigh again, âare you alright?â
âYes, I-â you take a breath, âsorry, Iâm just-â you canât help but reach for him, making something like grabby hands in the air.
âIâll give you a second to come down a bit more,â he concedes, returning between your legs, holding himself just over your body while you attempt to latch onto him, ankles crossing behind his back to lock him in- âYou really havenât been properly touched in a while,â he notes, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear.Â
âNo,â you agree, âI havenât.âÂ
You cup his face, eager for his lips to be on yours, but he holds just out of your reach, grinning down at you. âAlmost ready to answer my question?â
You nod, taking a breath before telling him, âIâm on the pill.â
âLucky us,â Seungcheol says, bypassing your lips in favour of pressing a kiss to your neck, just above your fluttering pulse point. âHow are you feeling?â
âGood,â you admit, letting out a deep sigh- âneedy.â
Seungcheol releases a small groan, and he pushes his hips forward, teasing your bare core with the front of his dress pants- âYeah?âÂ
âPlease-â you tug gently at his hair, âstop teasing me.â
âJust trying to let you take a breath,â he retorts.
âI donât want to breathe,â you say stubbornly, âI want you.âÂ
He lets out a chuckle, and you find yourself wanting to prove how much you want him.Â
Thereâs no way in hell that youâll be able to dominate Seungcheol, heâs as sturdy as a bear laying on top of you, but when you push at his shoulders, he relents, allowing you to roll him onto his back so youâre now the one on top.
He blinks up at you, lips parting-
âDidnât expect this, did you, daddy?â you ask, placing your palms flat on his chest while adjusting the way youâre seated, capturing his cock between your bodies-
Seungcheol sits up abruptly- and you almost think heâs going to say something, but instead, he presses his lips to yours, capturing the nape of your neck with his hand so you canât move away.Â
His kiss is hungry, tongue gliding past your own and earning a mewl of pleasure- your hips rock slightly, and youâre immediately aggrieved to be reminded that he still has pants on.
âWant you naked,â you tell him between kisses, âwant to taste you-â
Now itâs his turn to let out a groan of eager delight, and he lets go of his hold on your neck, pulling away from your lips to look you in the eyes while he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging ever so slightly to have your head arching back- âYou sure about that?â
âGod, yes-â you moan, licking your lips-
âThen go ahead, angel,â Seungcheol says, releasing you. âDo whatever your heart desires, and if you get tired, let daddy know so he can take over again.â
Youâve never been wetter in your life. Nor have you ever shimmied down a manâs body and wrestled with his pants so quick, but with Seungcheol, thatâs precisely what you do, and within no time at all, you have your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.
Heâs girthy- and you can just imagine how good the stretch of him is going to feel-Â
Youâre practically drooling on him, bobbing your head up and down while he pushes your hair out of your face, releasing a groan and a âthatâs it, angelâ that eggs you on even more.
Youâre aware that you donât want to make him cum like this- this is just you returning the favour before riding him-Â
God, you want to ride him so bad- like youâve never wanted to ride any man in your whole entire life.
âFuck-âÂ
Itâs the first swearword youâve ever heard come out of Seungcheolâs mouth, and it goes straight to your pussy, which clenches around nothing, your mouth slipping down far enough on his cock that you choke-
âCareful, darling,â the hand in your hair tugs you off his cock, and you take a gasp of air, sneaking a glance up at the man who has you going feral-
âI wanna ride you.â
âLike I said, do whatever your heart desires,â comes his almost casual response-
This man is going to be the death of you.
Death by psychologist cock.
Before you can even think a coherent sentence, youâre straddling Seungcheolâs hips, adjusting his cock to fit snuggly against your core, and sinking down on him, filling yourself inch by delicious inch until youâre sat atop him like a queen on her throne.
His hands find your waist, and you both release sounds of pleasure, your eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of being perfectly full for just a moment before you begin to move-
âFeels good, huh?â he prompts, squeezing your hips gently.
âFeels fucking fantastic,â you tell him- swear words be damned.
Your hands find his strong chest, and you lean over him, connecting your lips while you take a test thrust, bouncing just slightly on his cock-
The feeling is enough to have you both groaning into each otherâs mouths, Seungcheol cupping the side of your face while he gently bites at your lower lip-
Youâre not used to being on top- and it feels obvious in the shallow way youâre riding him, too distracted in kissing to give either motion your full attention-
But that doesnât matter, because Seungcheol is rutting up to meet you, matching your slow pace and helping you find a steady rhythm with the hand still on your hip, guiding you as you begin to bounce.
It feels like heaven to be fucking Choi Seungcheol- feels like nothing you could have ever imagined.Â
You find yourself getting lost in him, working on autopilot with one destination in mind: orgasmic pleasure, and with each thrust of his hips to meet you, he helps you get closer.
âFuck, Cheol-â you groan, tearing your lips from his to take a breath, burying your face against his neck while your thighs burn from effort- âDaddy, please- please, fuck me-â
Thatâs all you need to say to get him to take over, flipping you onto your back so he can regain the top position. He captures your hands, raising them over your head where he can lock your wrists together in his strong grip, then his free digits slip between your bodies, seeking out your clit-
âOh my god,â you moan, eyes closing as youâre overwhelmed in the sensation of him-
âClose already, sweetheart?â he questions, letting out a smug, sexy, little chuckle. âFeels that good?â
âYes- feels so good,â you tell him, ready to say anything he wants you to if it means he fucks you harder-
His fingers draw small quick circles on your clit, and your legs twitch where theyâre wrapped around his waist.
âIâve hardly even fucked you- you can hold it a little longer, canât you darling?â he prompts, nosing at your cheek. âFor me?â
âI can-â you groan as he fucks you harder, âI can try- but- my clit-â
âIs this making it difficult for you?â Seungcheol smiles, relenting ever so slightly and then removing his hand all together in favour of wrapping it around your throat. âThere, is that better?â
He squeezes your airway, and youâre simply unable to speak, unable to do anything but moan like a whore in heat while he fucks you closer and closer to an orgasm youâre desperately trying to hold off for him-
âYou feel-â he lets out a groan, âunbelievable.â
No, he feels unbelievable, and you canât even touch him with your hands still pinned-Â
You think if you could graze your fingers across his strong shoulders youâd cum instantly, so maybe itâs a good thing he has your wrists in his grasp-
âI think I want you to cum now,â he decides, and youâre thankful- only for him to release your throat and rub your clit, which has you whining loudly all over again- âYouâll cum with me, right?â
âGod, daddy- yes!â you whimper- the coil in your stomach clenching as tightly as ever-
Then he releases your wrists, anchoring a hand against your abdomen to keep you down while he works you over the edge- and your own fingers immediately seek out the shoulders that have you dizzy with lust, core clamping down on his cock as youâre high hits you full force.
âCheol-â you whimper, delighted by the way he immediately presses his lips to yours, eagerly eating up your sounds of pleasure and returning them with grunts and groans of his own while fucking you through one of the best orgasms of your entire life.
His tongue dances by yours, teeth teasing past your lip-
Your fingers are in his hair and you can feel him practically everywhere, your entire body alight with wonderful sensations of bliss-
It starts to slow too soon, but every up must have a down, and as his hips lose pace and your sounds lessen, you realize youâre truly, madly, deeply in love with Choi Seungcheol.
And youâve known him for less than a week.
8: Wednesday
âAre you settling in okay?â Boraâs voice pulls you away from your daydreaming, and you tear your eyes off of Seungcheol to focus on the woman whose house youâve been enjoying for much of the evening.
Sheâd been introduced to you as Seungcheolâs colleagueâs wife, and youâve yet to get any one on one with the very pregnant hostess, whose husband, Mingyu, has been circling her like a puppy this entire time.Â
âYes,â you respond, finding your voice, âyou have a very easy home to settle into.â
âI appreciate that,â she smiles, taking the free seat on the sofa next to you, one hand settling over her protruding stomach in a maternal way that makes your heart soften. âIâve been meaning to have a chat with you since you arrived, but both of us seem to have a plus one thatâs attached at the hip.â
Now itâs her turn to look over at Seungcheol and Mingyu, who are huddled around another psychologist friend of theirs, Wonwoo, and his wife, their attention fixed on the youngest member of the housewarming party, a six-month-old baby named Yumi.
âI feel as if Iâm the plus one,â you say.
âDonât be modest,â Bora brushes it off with a smile, âCheol has had his hand on the small of your back for most of the evening. As much as they like to pretend theyâre big shot psychologists, weâre the crutches that get them through the evening.â
You take a moment to consider her words.Â
This is the first event youâve gone to with your new beau, and for much of it, youâve been as intent to stick to Cheolâs side as he has been to yours.
âTrust me,â Bora continues, âgive it a few minutes and theyâll migrate over here to be close to us.â She pauses, then, âMingyu has to get used to being in the living room, a pregnant woman like me needs a good, comfortable seat.â
You both laugh at the way she touches her belly again, pushing it out and relaxing back on the sofa.Â
âHow far along are you?â you ask.Â
Despite already having had dinner and discussion for an hour or two, much of the focus has been on the home and various publications that the four university friends have been working on, with Wonwooâs wife Minji having arrived with Yumi only a short while ago.Â
âEight months,â Bora sighs, continuing to stroke her baby bump. âIâm just about ready to pop. But enough about me and my belly, youâve hardly spoken about yourself- and Cheol is always so focused on work, Iâve yet to get many details out of him, other than the fact that youâre worth skipping book club for. Did you two have a hot date last night?â
Your skin heats with embarrassment- âI didnât know heâd skipped book club for me-â
âItâs a loose arrangement, Tuesdays at seven, Iâm only teasing you,â Bora leans over to nudge you with her shoulder, offering you a sweet smile. âHow did you two meet?â
The nondisclosure agreement pops into your mind like a red warning sign.Â
âErmâŚâ you swallow, âCheol hasnât told you?â
âLike I said, heâs very tight-lipped about it,â Bora explains. âBut- Iâve never known Seungcheol to be a fan of changing his schedule- and the pearl necklace youâre wearing- the dress, your lovely nails- they all seem like gifts to me. Am I right?â
Her husband might be a psychologist, but Bora has just as much of a critical eye. She sees right through you.
âFine, donât tell me,â Bora waves your silence off, âI know Iâm right. Iâll figure you two out.â
âAre you being nosy again, Mrs. Kim?â Vernon, the fourth and quietest man of your new loverâs friend group joins you in the living room, taking a seat on the single chair to your left.
âAlways,â Bora responds with a smile. âWait, Vernon, maybe you know more about this. Y/N is being no fun- Cheol must have told you where and when they met-â
Vernonâs mouth opens in something like recognition-
âAh ha!â Bora exclaims, leaning closer to you, sandwiching you in while she presses for more information. âSo you do know!âÂ
âI do, but-â Vernon looks at you, then he leans in too, his voice dipping to something near a whisper, âAre we allowed to talk about this?â
âAllowed?â Now Bora is even more hooked on finding the truth than before, and her gaze darts between you and the man on your left, who obviously knows at least a few details about you and Seungcheolâs âorigin story.â
Due to the NDA, all you can do is sit there like a fish out of water, and you find yourself looking to Seungcheol, hoping heâll see you in distress and come over to sort things out-
âLetâs just say-â Vernon sighs, giving in to the pregnant womanâs need for information, âY/N, you seem like a great girl- as kind, calm, collected, and smart as Seungcheol told us you were- but, I am shocked he found you on a dating site.â
âA dating site?â Boraâs eyes have widened, and she shuffles closer to you on the couch, jaw dropped. âStop- when I told him to try online dating after his last girlfriend I was honestly joking- everyone knows Tinder is hookup central these days.â
Bora is as inquisitive as anyone youâve ever met, and she checks you and Vernon for your reactions, easily picking up on the shift of energy-
âWait, not tinder?â She pauses, waiting for an answer. When it becomes obvious neither you nor Vernon are going to elaborate, she sighs and sits back a little. âNow that I think of it, tinder is an app, not a site- the only dating sites I can think of online are-â
Itâs like a lightbulb goes off atop her head, and her jaw drops a little more- then sheâs inching in close to you again, whispering as Vernon had done earlier, âYou know what? Now that weâre discussing it- a sugar daddy site would be perfect for Cheol.â
Vernon groans, throwing his hand over his eyes and leaning forward. Itâs clear heâd expected to be able to talk to you in something of vague code without Bora picking up on it- but it seems heâs underestimated the astute woman next to you.Â
âYou guys are horrible at keeping secrets,â Bora grins, sneaking a glance at Seungcheol, whoâs now picked up baby Yumi- âThis is so interesting.âÂ
âThe plot thickens,â you offer, unable to say much more than that.
âOh my god, stop,â Bora says playfully, poking your arm. âObviously thereâs some⌠agreement thatâs been made between you and Cheol, so Iâll try not to prod you for much more information,â she promises, âbut Iâll talk to Cheol and the next time we meet, youâll be able to speak more freely.â
âThe next time we meet?â you ask, wondering how the woman can be so sure of herself in every regard.
âWeâll meet again,â she tells you. âTrust me, anyone watching you and Seungcheol- well, anyone who knows him, can tell he really likes you.â
Your heart skips a beat. âYou think?âÂ
Bora smiles at you. âSweet girl, itâs obvious. Trust me, Seungcheol doesnât bring around just anyone to parties with us, and like I said, he doesnât often change his schedule for girls either. I donât care what site you met on, you have that man whipped.â
âBora-â the psychologist on your left groans.
âVernon,â she retorts with the same tone.Â
They exchange a glance, a battle for dominance, and Bora wins, Vernon releasing a sigh before leaning back in his chair.
âYou know what is surprising?â he asks.
âTell us,â Bora mirrors him, relaxing back against the couch.
âHow good Cheol is being with Yumi tonight.â Vernon is watching his friends and the baby again, and soon all three of you are.
âThatâs a good point, Vernon,â Bora grins, nudging you a little with her elbow. âI wonder why that is?â
You think her intuition has finally run dry. She canât be insinuating that youâre partially the reason behind Seungcheolâs apparent baby fever-Â
And if she is, she has another shock coming for her when she finally talks to Cheol and finds out that âno babiesâ was one of the clauses of your dating agreement.
âI think, Cheolâs the kind of man who likes seeing people happy, and Yumi is very expressiveâ you offer. âPeople can like babies without wanting one for themselves.â
Bora lets out a scoff. âRight, Mingyu and I always thought we just âliked babies,â and now look at me. Liking babies is always how it starts, and before you know it, nine months have gone by, youâve turned into a balloon and are buying a new home big enough to raise a family in.â
You are envious of her position, but at the same time, youâre acutely aware that you and Cheol are extremely new to each other. Heâs not the kind of man to be hasty- or at least, youâd thought he wasnât, but as Bora had mentioned, Seungcheol doesnât introduce just anyone to his friends.Â
Youâll have to talk with him about this and you know it, but until then, itâs enough to just sit between his friends and watch him play with Yumi, who seems to give everyone in the vicinity a serious case of baby fever.Â
9: Thursday
âHold up-â Seungkwan says, interrupting you with a wave of his hands, and they land on your knees, âwait a minute- so he makes you sign an NDA, and then invites you out with his friends, and one of them like- bombards you for an hour about him-â
âIt wasnât an hour-â
âSure-â
âAnd she wasnât bombarding,â you correct.
âOk, fine, yeah, whatever- but then-â Seungkwan takes a deep breath, âhe also has a thing about no babies, and in the first week- straight up rubs a baby in your face for an entire night-â
âYumi was only there for an hour or so before we left-â
âAnd then!â your best friend interrupts you again, âon the car ride home, instead of discussing it with him like adults- yaâll put up the separation between you and his hot as fuck driver, and nearly fucked in the back seat-â
âOh my god, stop-â you groan, âI told you, it was just kissing-â
âWith you straddling the man!â Seunkwan yells back. âAnd all of this, after he switched his schedule to fuck you on Tuesday night- even though you said it would go slow-â
âActually, he told me he wouldnât fuck me till the third date, and if we didnât meet Tuesday, the night with his friends on Wednesday would have been the third date, so-âÂ
âI swear to fucking god, I have whiplash,â Seungkwan tells you, looking as serious as ever. âYaâll make me sick! Sick I say! What in the ever-loving fanfic is this bullshit-â
âHave you been writing more Hannibal and Will love stories again?â
âMaybe.âÂ
âAre you going to write a fanfic about Will and Hannibal based on me and Cheol?â
âMaybeâŚâÂ
âSeungkwan!âÂ
âWell donât tell me juicy stories if you donât want them getting thrown in a sex fantasy! Yaâll nearly fucked in the back of a car with a hot chauffeur-âÂ
âI told you-â you begin to defend yourself again, only to be cut off by your phone buzzing.
Both you and Seungkwan look to your cell, placed a foot or two away on the coffee table.
âDaddy,â you both say in unison, and then youâre lurching for your phone.
âSeungkwan stop!â you screech, grabbing onto his sweater when he latches onto the device first.
âPut him on speaker!â Seungkwan declares, holding your cell just out of your reach while it rings.
âYeah- Iâll put him on speaker-â you fold easily, âjust give me the phone!â
Instead of handing it to you right away, your best friend answers the call and hits speaker, then thrusts it towards your face.
âHi, daddy!â you blurt out, flustered from the small dust up youâd just had with your friend over the entire situation.
Thereâs a chuckle on the other end of the line, then âHi, sweetheart. It sounds like Iâve interrupted something.â
âJust-â you grab the cell back from Seungkwan, âjust had trouble finding my phone is all, was worried youâd be sent to voicemail.â
âIâm glad I wasnât. Itâs good to hear your voice.â
Your heart swoons, and Seungkwan grabs a pillow to scream into. âGood to hear yours too.â
âIâm just calling to see if weâre still on for tomorrow.â
âRight, yeah- do you still want to see me? I know you were very specific when we met about meeting up once or twice a week, and Iâve already seen you twice in the past three days-â
âOnce or twice a week, plus the occasional group event,â Seungcheol clarifies for you. âIâd really enjoy having you over tomorrow, if you havenât already made plans. I wonât hold it against you if you have, I can see how there might have been a small miscommunication- especially after my⌠erratic behavour this week, fitting you in on Tuesday- scheduling will almost always be smoother than it has been these last few days.â
âIâd love to see you tomorrow- I havenât made any other plans.â
âGood.â You can hear him smiling. âSince itâs a Friday, and I donât have any specific work engagements on weekends, how do you feel about bringing an overnight bag?â
Seungkwan drops his pillow.
âI would love that, too-â you say.
âPerfect. Should we say pick up at seven?â
âSounds great.âÂ
God, he makes everything so easy-
âCanât wait to see you again, angel. Have a good evening, you deserve it.â
You deserved to get dicked down.
âHave a good night too, Cheol.âÂ
10: Friday
When you exit your building, youâre shocked to find a different car - and an entirely different driver - waiting to take you to Seungcheolâs home.
The man himself is standing aside a sleek, black, two-seater sports car, dressed in his usual suit aesthetic that shows off the broadness of his shoulders-Â
You go feral nearly immediately, and it takes everything in you to stop from practically drooling as you close the distance between you and the man who pulls you into a hug that takes you off your feet for a greeting.
âHey there, angel,â his breath tickles your hair and he sets you back down. He takes your hands gently, holding them out to the sides so he can get a good look at your outfit, a red dress youâd chosen, knowing itâs his favourite colour. âYou look gorgeous.â
âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you grin, playing with his fingers.
One quick motion has him spinning you like a dancer, and you find yourself giggling like a schoolgirl.
âReady to go?â he asks when youâve come to a stop in front of him again.
âUh huh,â you nod, giving your head a little shake to pull yourself from a lust-fueled daze, âsorry, I was just- I wasnât expecting you to be the one picking me up.â
âI gave Seokmin the night off,â Seungcheol tells you, opening the carâs passenger side door and holding out a hand to help you in. âHope thatâs okay,â he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your cheek before taking your overnight bag and closing you into the vehicle.
He puts your bag in the back trunk, then slips into the driverâs seat.
Seungcheolâs hand finds your thigh, and he squeezes gently, offering you a small smile. âI know weâre planning on having you stay the night, but if you decide you donât want to sleep over, I can always drive you home later.â
âCheol,â you rest your hand on top of his, âI think we both know Iâm not going to take you up on that offer.â
âSure, but I figured Iâd put it on the table regardless.âÂ
You smile, leaning in to steal a kiss to his cheek, as he had when he helped you into your seat. âYouâre too sweet to me.â
âYou deserve it,â he insists, giving your thigh another squeeze before reaching for the ignition.Â
The car revs to life.Â
Itâs hard not to stare at Seungcheol while he drives, and luckily, his hand returns to your thigh, giving you something to focus on. You take to playing with his fingers, marveling at how handsome every inch of him is.
âVernon called me yesterday,â Seungcheol says, dragging your attention from his hands.
âOh?â
âHe admitted to slipping up and giving Bora ideas.â Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle, âsaid you looked like a deer in headlights when he arrived to the conversation- she was pressing you for details, huh?â
âNot in a bad way,â you tell him, wanting to defend the woman who youâre already coming to think of as a friend. âShe was just- curious.â
âItâs my fault for not being specific with you about the NDA, or with Vernon for that matter- the NDA is primarily for when we go to work events outside of our inner circle, which is why your best friend is mentioned on the form you signed- it seems both Vernon and Mingyu were under the idea that I wanted to be highly secretive about us- but Iâve explained to them the nuances of it all. The next time you see Bora, please, feel free to discuss it with her, or Vernon, or Mingyu, Wonwoo, Minji- as long as youâre not too specific with Yumi, you can consider the baby a confidant as well.â
Heâs obviously joking about the baby, but the mention of the child brings those same warm fuzzy conflicted feelings that youâd experienced last night at the get-together.Â
There will be a time to talk with Seungcheol about his seemingly dualistic baby fever and baby aversion- but tonight is not the night for it.
Youâre thankful heâd even brought up the topic of Bora and the NDA, and already, what little anxiety youâd felt about this whole thing has been substantially dwindled.
âI really liked your friends,â you admit, thinking back to how pleasant the evening had been. Despite Boraâs teasing and prying, sheâd been nothing but a courteous host when Seungcheol and Mingyu had predictably rejoined you in the living room.
âThey liked you too, angel. I knew they would.â He lets go of your thigh in favor of gently taking your hand.Â
You can already feel your panties beginning to get wet-Â
No manâs hands have ever had this effect on you before- and maybe it has to do, in part, with the whole âquirofiliaâ thing-
Or maybe, Cheol is simply a man made by the hands of god himself- after all, how could he be this perfect without something like divine intervention?
Before you know it, youâre at Seungcheolâs house, and heâs pulling into the underground garage, where he parks next to the rolls-royce youâre accustomed to being driven in.Â
Ever the gentleman, Seungcheol makes sure to come around and open your door for you, your duffle swung over his arm. He refuses to give it back to you, insisting on carrying it up to his home, where the two of you head to his bedroom instinctually.
He sets the bag down, turning to look at you, opening his mouth to say something-
But your patience has already run thin, and you all but launch yourself at the broad man, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pressing your lips to his while his hands find your waist.
He laughs into the kiss, and you think he must not have been expecting you to jump him like this.Â
Doesnât he know the effect he has on you?
âCheol-â you groan, moving your lips to his neck-
âEager, angel?â Seungcheol reaches down to cup your bum, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. âIt was hard being close but not able to properly touch you at the gettogether-â he says, taking a few steps back and collapsing down onto his bed, steadying you on top of him, âCould hardly even get work done today-â
âWas I that distracting for you, daddy?â you coo, teeth teasing past his earlobe.
He releases a groan, hands digging into your hips, forcing you down on his cock, which presses up against his dress pants, caught between your bodies. âAlways.âÂ
âHow can I fix it?â you wonder out loud, hands already going for the buttons of his shirt. âI wanna make you feel good.â
âYou do, angel,â Seungcheol tells you, âmake daddy feel so good.âÂ
âWanna make you feel even better-â Then an idea comes to your head, âHow about⌠a massage?â you suggest, thinking back to a paragraph youâd read from his book yesterday. âArenât you the one who claims relaxation time, such as stretching, massages, and the like, can be just as beneficial to the mind and body as activity itself?â
âLook at you, quoting my own work at me,â he releases a deep groan. âAre you sure thatâs what you want to get up to tonight?â
âJust to start,â you tell him. âWe have the whole evening- and tomorrow morning- why not start the night off with something like a massage? And work our way intoâŚâ you swivel your hips, âharder things.âÂ
âI like the sound of that, angel,â he confesses with another sigh of pleasure as you kiss the sweet spot just under his ear. âBut youâve got to let me get up so I can grab massage oil.â
Youâd forgotten about that part, and the idea of letting Seungcheol leave you - even for a moment - brings out a bratty side of you that youâve never truly experienced.Â
It takes all your willpower to concede, getting off of the man who sits up and runs a hand through his hair. âYou okay?â he questions, seeing the shift in your energy.
âYeah,â you nod, âjust hurry.â
He laughs, reaching out to gently pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger. The kiss he places on your lips is as chaste as your first had been, and it leaves you tingling with potential, even as he stands and heads to the ensuite bathroom.
In his absence, you begin to take off your clothes, removing everything down to your bra and panties, and then, just for good measure, you settle onto your knees on the foot of his bed, trying to be as patient as possible.
Youâre rewarded when Seungcheol appears in the doorway again, having stripped himself of his shirt. Thereâs a bottle of baby oil trapped between his teeth, and his hands are working on his belt and pants-Â
When he sees you sitting on the foot of his bed, like the best girl there ever was, he lets the baby bottle drop from his mouth, catching it easily in one hand- âlook at you,â he breathes, scanning your form.Â
âLike what you see, daddy?â you tease, skin heating from the attention he gives you.
âLove it,â he tells you. âHow good are your reflexes, darling?â
You open your mouth to respond, only to have him toss the bottle of oil at you.Â
Unlike him, you donât catch it gracefully, the bottle almost slipping out of your hands- thereâs a small fumble but your digits wrap around it-
Seungcheol laughs at you. âWith butter fingers like that- should I be getting us a towel to put down?âÂ
You hate that itâs a legitimate question.
And you doubly hate that the answer is a resounding yes, which you verbalize to him, annoyed that heâll be leaving again-
But then youâre graced with a full view of his beautiful back when he turns to head into the bathroom again, and you decide to be a good, patient girl for just a few more moments.
Seungcheol returns, and you bite your tongue while you watch him set the towel down, but as soon as itâs settled, you find yourself saying - in something like a command - âon your stomach first,â youâre quick to adjust to your tone, âI wanna work your back out a little to start.â
âHow could I say no to that?â Seungcheol grins, following through and laying flat on the towel.
You nearly drool while watching him adjust his arms, propping his head up with both hands under his chin. His biceps are bulging and your mouth is definitely beginning to water again, prompting you to lick your lips-
âHave you given many massages before?â he asks, as you straddle his hips, continuing to marvel at the shape of his perfect form-
âErm- define many?âÂ
He chuckles, and you flip the cap of the baby oil, allowing the liquid to pour into your palm. âIâll take that as a no.â
âIt canât be that hard,â you tell him, bringing your hands to the muscled back that has you wet like the ocean every time you see it.
âTell that to my chiropractor,â he says, a joke that makes you both laugh.
You begin to work away at his muscles, both hands smoothing up and down his back, focusing in on the shoulders you love so much-
âFeels good,â Seungcheol groans, releasing a deep sigh of relief that has your ego shooting through the roof.Â
âThatâs good daddy,â you tell him, leaning over him and applying more of your body weight as pressure for your hands. âYou deserve to relax.â
He chuckles slightly, and you realize youâre picking up on some of his diction. Hasnât he been the one telling you what you deserve thus far?Â
All it takes is you being on top and you begin to emulate his mannerisms, the soft dom tendency towards praise.Â
You can tell heâs enjoying it, and you are too, your panties getting wetter with every second your hands are on his broad shoulders-
 âCan you flip now?â you prompt, knowing it hasnât been that long that youâve been working on his back- but you miss his face, and youâre eager to get your hands on his chest-
With a grunt of affirmation, Seungcheol begins to turn, and you lift yourself off of him enough to allow the movement. Once heâs on his back, you settle down again, capturing his cock between your bodies as it strains against his pants.
âYou like this position, huh?â he asks, smiling up at you with an expression that exudes adoration.Â
His hands find your thighs, rubbing up and down while you get more oil on your palms. âNot always,â you tell him, beginning to massage his chest, âtop can be fun to start, in some cases, but- I really liked being under you the last time we were in your bed.â
âOh yeah?âÂ
You avoid his gaze, knowing your skin is heating from what youâd just admitted. âUh huh.â
âYouâre cute,â he breathes, rubbing circles on your thighs, âgetting all shy while sitting on top of me like this.â
âIâm trying to focus,â you tell him, trailing your fingers down to his abdomen.Â
âYou look a little dazed, darling,â he presses, âare you sure you donât want me to take over?â
âIâve hardly massaged you yet-â you go to argue, but Seungcheol is already making the move to sit up.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back the way he had last time- his breath is hot against your throat, and he trails his nose up under your jaw, bringing his lips to your ear. âWhat if I donât care about the massage anymore?â
âThen-â you swallow thickly, pussy throbbing when his free hand unclasps your bra behind you, âthen, okay.â
âOkay?â he chuckles. âMy love, I donât think âthen, okayâ is a sentence.â
âFuck me?â
âNot too sure thatâs a sentence either, but, your wish is my command.â
It seems like the easiest thing in the world for him to discard your bra and flip you onto your back, lips finding your own, tearing your breath away.
Your legs tighten around his waist, and his oiled chest slides against yours, your newly freed nipples pebbling at the direct contact-
One of his hands, slides between your bodies, skimming over your breast and cupping it, squeezing. You release a moan of pleasure, hips bucking, pushing up towards him-
Your own hands slide over his slippery shoulders, and you mentally kick yourself for having lubed him up- thereâs hardly anything to grasp onto, so you latch onto his hair instead, kissing him harder.
He releases your breast, hand slipping down and under the waistband of your panties. When his fingers find your core, they tease past your clit, and you can feel the silkiness of the baby oil on his digits, which glide into your wet hole as easily as ever.Â
âCheol-â you moan desperately, wanting to push your hips up- to get closer, but he holds you down with his large body, lips moving to your neck.
You realize, as his expert fingers crook up and find your gspot, that the last time youâd fucked, heâd never fingered you. Youâd gotten to experience his tongue and his cock, but the middle and ring fingers that explore your pussy have something like trained exactitude, hitting the spot that has your toes curling with deadly precision.Â
âOh my god-â you whimper, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, looking for an anchor while he begins to thrust his digits into you with enough force that your hips begin to rock-
The palm of his hand applies pressure to your clit, rubbing you through the rough manhandling that has you achingly close to an orgasm within no time-
âGonna cum?â he prompts in your ear, hot breath making your skin tingle.
âYes, daddy-â itâs the most you can do to hold onto him and clench your eyes shut, an intense feeling of euphoric pressure erupting between your legs-
âThatâs it gorgeous, let it all out-â he groans, fingers unrelenting-
You can hear your pussy, squelching sinfully around his fingers- and you can feel wetness gushing between your thighs-
In the back of your mind, you realize youâre squirting, cumming completely undone on his hand, but youâre too lost in the feeling of it to care.
He finger fucks you to the point of overwhelm, until your whines and whimpers are hoarse and tears well in the corners of your shut eyes-
And then heâs pulling his hand out of your panties, and the soaked material is left to cling back to your sopping hole.
Your arms go slack, landing on the bed next to you, and Seungcheol pulls away from your body, making you moan desperately, eyes opening to watch him-
âIâm not going anywhere, angel,â he promises, pushing his own pants down before kicking them to the side, then he goes to tear your panties off, and you see, for the first time, how truly ruined they are. âI donât think Iâve ever seen someone squirt this much,â he tells you, discarding the fabric so he can rejoin you on the bed, the both of you fully nude. âDid that feel good?â
âSo good-â you whimper, hardly able to form sentences in your delirious, sex induced brain fog-
Seungcheol slots himself between your thighs again, cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing away the tear thatâs escaped your eye. âDo you need a moment?â
âNo!â youâre quick to protest, locking your legs around his hips. âFuck me- daddy- please-â
You donât think any cock has ever entered you as smoothly as his does, aided by the copious amount of wet arousal still dribbling out of your hole.
Seungcheol tucks his face against the crook of your neck, supporting himself above you with two hands buried into the pillow on either side of your head. His lips are feverish against your throat, and the groans he releases as he begins to fuck you make you as horny as ever.
âYou feel so fucking good,â he moans, rutting into you with a pace and power that increases with every slap of skin on skin- âso perfect for me-â
âDaddy-â you whine, clawing at his back while he ravages your insides.
âSo responsive-â his teeth graze past your neck and you shiver, whole body tingling with delight.
âHarder-â you moan.
âHarder?â he releases something like a laugh, and then you hear him swallow, adjusting his position so he can dig his elbows into the bed, hooking his forearms under your own shoulders, which props you up ever so slightly- enough to change the angle and allow him to follow through with your request.
You release a squeak at the feeling of being completely at his mercy, completely wrapped in Cheol while heâs wrapped in you- the perfect combination really.
The sounds escaping you arenât something you can hold back, and each rough thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, a spot that has you becoming a mewling, moaning, whimpering mess for him.
âJust like that-â you tell him desperately, grabbing at his hair, eager to hold onto something while you get fucked into oblivion-
âYou close, gorgeous?â he asks, and all you can do is moan, which makes him chuckle, âyeah you are,â he breathes. âSqueezing daddy so fucking tight- you were made for this, werenât you, angel?â
âYes-âÂ
âMade to be fucked-â he growls, rutting into you even harder-
Youâre not sure where sweet, soft dom Seungcheol has gone, but youâre more than happy to be decimated by the man fucking into you like an animal, and his sinful praisings go straight to your pussy, which clenches around him even more.
âThatâs it angel, thatâs it-â he groans, âjust a little more-â one of his hands moves to grab your thigh, hiking it higher on his waist-
He hits a spot that has you seeing stars, and you gasp loudly, crying out-
âCum for me,â he instructs, and before your mind has even registered his words, your pussy is following through with the command, clamping down onto him while the biggest orgasm of your life slams into you like a freight train.Â
Seungcheol lets out delicious sounds of pleasure, gasping against your throat, fucking you through your orgasm while coating your insides with his own release-
Youâre completely surrounded by him.
Thereâs nothing else, only you and Cheol⌠and perhaps the ruined towel below you, dragging against your back with each rough thrust.
His motions begin to slow, and he comes to a stop, collapsing some of his body weight down against you while you both struggle to catch your breath.Â
Neither of you say anything, too lost in the aftershocks of pleasure.
But with Cheol, you donât need to say anything. Youâre completely safe with him, completely content to rest in his arms, knowing thereâs not a single place in the world youâd rather be.
11: Saturday
Waking up in Seungcheolâs bed, you immediately stretch in search of him- only to find the bed empty.
Sitting up, and wrapping the quilt around your nude body, you look around, blinking away residual grogginess.Â
The man whoâd fucked you silly until the late hours of the morning is nowhere to be seen, and you canât help the way annoyance floods through you. But you remind yourself that Seungcheol likes his schedules, and a quick check of the clock next to the bed shows you that itâs eleven am, so you suppose you canât be mad at Cheol for not staying with you while you slept half the day away.
Getting out of bed, youâre surprised to find just how sore your body is.Â
Your thighs burn- and you suppose a round number five riding session may have not been the best idea last night.
You find the simple black sleeping shirt Seungcheol had given you before deciding to tear it off of you for round six, and you enjoy the way it dwarfs you.Â
Sometimes you still canât believe how big and broad Cheol is-Â
Finding your overnight bag, you take out a fresh pair of panties, and decide to head off in search of Seungcheol in the simple shirt and underwear look. Itâs doubtful youâll be wearing it for much longer regardless.
Itâs not hard to find your psychologist lover, after all, you simply have to follow the smell of food to the kitchen.Â
Your sugar daddy is standing at the stove, one hand holding a spatula while he cooks eggs, the other propping up a book that heâs quietly reading.
Heâs so sexy and smart- and sexy⌠and smart.
You canât help but tiptoe towards him, latching onto his back and pressing your cheek against the space between his shoulder blades, releasing a groan of pleasure to finally be connected to him again.
âMorning, angel,â Seungcheol greets you, setting his book down before adjusting you, tugging you so youâre in front of him and he can meet your eyes. âDid you sleep well?â
âBetter than ever,â you beam at him, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. âAnd you?â
âNever better,â he returns your smile, and your heart practically melts. âHungry?â
âDefinitely- are you my master chef today?â
He laughs. âIâm not sure Iâm that good, cooking is a hobby Iâve only truly picked up in recent years.â
âRight,â you say, turning in his arms to look down at the pan in front of you. âVery hard ingredient, eggs.â
Seungcheol releases a cross between a chuckle and a sigh behind you, poking at your ribcage. âI can make more than eggs. I just figured, I donât really know what you like when it comes to food, so Iâd make something safe and healthy. Besides, I wasnât sure when youâd wake up.â
âSo this is just for you, is that what youâre saying?â you tease him some more, enjoying the domesticity of this- itâs as if youâve done this a hundred times before, or at least, you have the peace that comes with familiarity.
âIf I had known you were such a brat-â he begins, but you cut him off with a squeal and turn to face him again, insisting âIâm not a brat!â
He simply looks at you with a smile.
âYouâre being mean to me,â you pout, cupping the back of his neck and getting closer to him.Â
Seungcheol scoffs, shaking his head slightly. Heâs quick to change the subject. âEggs are done, are you going to come sit with me at the table?â
With a sigh, you release the psychologist, allowing him to move the eggs to a plate- and when you turn to head to the table, you see a tray of fresh fruit and other breakfast items.
âThereâs orange juice in the fridge, water, or I can make you some coffee,â Seungcheol says, following you to the table where you both take your seats.Â
âIâm okay for now,â you tell him, grabbing a particularly tasty-looking piece of fruit to gnaw on. âThanks, daddy.â
Seungcheol smiles, looking down at the healthy fruit options. âYou know,â he says, moving a few pieces of cantaloupe and honeydew to his plate, âIâve been wondering about you and your daddy kink.â
âHmm?âÂ
âJust that- weâve never discussed it, not explicitly- I guess, being a sugar daddy, the term is in the name, but⌠you took to it very easily,â he explains.
âAre you suggesting I have inherent daddy issues?â
âNot suggesting, merely⌠wondering.â
âHow about this,â you set your fruit down, âIâll talk about my daddy issues when you tell me why you think youâd be a bad father.â
Seungcheol looks at you quizzically.Â
âI know you say itâs about your work and not having enough time, but- youâre settled in your career and reputation. You have this big house, a chauffeur, a group of smart psychologist friends who are popping out babies right now- and I saw the way you were with baby Yumi. looking at all of that- the only reason I can think of for why youâd be⌠adverse to babies, is that you have some personal reasons to think youâd be bad at it.âÂ
The man across from you stays quiet, leaning back in his chair, but a smile works its way across his face. Then, he sighs, âtouche.âÂ
âSo I guess neither of us will be talking about our daddy issues at the breakfast table,â you conclude, picking at your fruit again.
âHow did I ever find a girl like you on a dating site?â Seungcheol says. âSo pretty, and smart-â
âHow did I ever find you on a dating site?â you retort, âso sexy, and smart-â
âMaybe finding each other was destiny.â
âDo you believe in that sort of thing?â you ask, cocking your head to the side. âMany men of science that Iâve heard of tend to lean towards atheism.â
âMaybe I used to, but then- letâs just say, I found an angel, and my worldâs been flipped upside down ever since.âÂ
Your heart leaps in your chest, and you avert your gaze, looking down at your fruit. âYouâre too sweet to me.â
âAs Iâve told you before, angel,â Seungcheol reaches his hand across the table, placing it over your own, âyou deserve it.â
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âAre you checking your book sales again?â you groan, leaning over the back of the sunlounger chair to look over Seungcheolâs shoulders, your hands smoothing down his bare chest-
âNo,â your psychologist lover says, closing his laptop and setting it on the side table next to him.Â
âLiar,â you grin, moving around the front of his chair so he can see you and the red bikini adorning your body- one of many sets youâve accumulated over the two and a half years youâve been dating Seungcheol.Â
You have no actual intent of going into the private pool behind you.
Seungcheolâs eyes eat you up, and the smile of appreciation that works its way onto his lips is as bright and full of affection as itâs always been. âLook at you, angel. Iâll never get tired of seeing you in red.â
âAss kisser,â you tease, watching him stand up from the poolside chair. âI thought we agreed no work on our honeymoon.â
âItâs true that I promised that- but⌠checking sales on my new book isnât work, itâs⌠checking sales on my new book, and besides, you were asleep,â your husband grins, hands finding your waist and tugging you to his chest. âWhat if you pretend you never saw me on my laptop.â
You roll your eyes. Heâs gotten cheekier the longer youâve been together, and this playful side of your relationship isnât something youâd trade for the entire world.Â
âYou always get up to naughty things while Iâm sleeping,â you tease, playing the part of an upset wife.
âCome on,â Seungcheol prompts, leaning down to kiss you, âsay you love me.â
âIâll say I love you when you fulfill your other promise.â
âYou know, weâre what, three days into this vacation?â Seungcheol pulls you closer. âWhoâs to say I havenât already pumped a baby into you?â
âMe,â you grin, hooking your fingers in his swim trunks. âI donât feel full at all right now, in any way, shape, or form.â
âWell then, letâs see what I can do about filling you up sufficiently,â he smiles, leaning down to kiss you one last time before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you back into your private vacation villa..
God, you fucking love this man.
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Just some Stray - Sergio Perez x Mechanic! Reader
Plot: Sergio decides to spend his summer break how most drivers do, but his car breaks down in an unknown country and he needs to find help.
It was a pretty standard day for you in the UK. It was a Monday so you were working in the garage that your dad used to own beofre he passed it onto you and your brother. You had an oil change on a Vauxhall Corsa in the morning, an overheating engine just before lunch in a Audi A3.
It was your turn to go get lunch for you and the rest of the staff. Everyone agreed on the local sandwich shop that was only a 5 minute drive away. You took the company car, not wanting to waste your own petrol even on a 5 minute drive, and gave the hearty order of food to the lady at the till who comically wiped the non existent sweat off her forehead.
You waited on one of the seats scrolling through your phone before your name was called with the large order.
âHmmmm thereâs a lot right? Could you help me take it to the truck?â You asked politely. The chef nods seeing its a slow day and takes the boxes and helps you load them onto the back seats.
âThank you for the helpâ you grin in a flirty sort of way before running off and into the drivers seat. You crank the windows down and turn the old radio that only had three different stations tuned to it.
As your driving down the winding country road back to the garage, you slow down seeing a car pulled into a lay-by, a man shouting into his phone on the grass bank.
âHey, you good?â You shout out your window thatâs rolled down as you look over at the car thatâs steaming at the front from the bonnet.
âSi, I mean yes sorryâ he says seemingly struggling to switch from his phone call in Spanish to English with you.
âIt looks like your engines overheated, this car looks pretty new too, which is kind of concerningâ you point out as you check your wing mirror to make sure no oneâs speeding round the country lane behind you.
âLet me pull over and helpâ you say as you put you car gear from neutral back into first to pull off.
âNo no that isnât necessary, my ⌠friend? Has already called ⌠erm this company?â He says showing you his phone and the AA roadside assistance number.
âAhh man how long have they told you?â You ask and he shrugs before he answers his phone again.
â5 hours! WHAT! I canât be on the side of this little windy road for 5 hours are you kidding me?â He asks to the supposed friend on the other line.
âThatâs what Iâm telling you, look I own a garage I can get your car there and fix it up for you! Much cheaper than AA I promise, and quickerâ you nod and he sighs before having a hushed conversation with the friend.
You pull up in front of his car and jump out just as he ends the call.
âYou have a garage?â He asks with a suspicious look. You understood that it was a nice car and he probably thought youâd try and drive off with it or something.
âYes, Iâm a mechanic. I can take a look at the car but ⌠itâs going to be an in garage jobâ you sigh having seen many sporty cars get like this if they were driven a little ⌠boyishly? If thatâs even a word.
Which you didnât expect from this older, Mexican, gentleman.
âYes please take a lookâ he says clasping his hands together. You leave with a little laugh going round to the front of the car and popping up the bonnet.
A huge puff of water like smoke come burning up into your face making you flush a little red but it wasnât anything that you werenât used to.
âOkay, yeah itâs the cooling system. I can fix it up at the shopâ you say wiping the sweat off the forehead from the sheer heat that was coming from the car.
âAlright, how will you get it to the shopâ he asks and you point at the truck that allows you to get one car on the back.
âCan you even do thatâ he asks scratching the back of his neck. Even though many others would have taken offence to that, you couldnât help but laugh it off as it didnât look like an easy job.
âYeah, donât worry I wonât get a scratch on herâ you smile before you climb up onto the back of the truck, grabbing the main chain to lift the car up.
After closing the bonnet and attaching the chain to the car you start your own engine and pulling the car up onto the truck with Sergioâs guidance. Once itâs on you come out to secure it and make sure it wonât roll off even on the 3 minute drive back to the garage.
âOkay, you can jump inâ you smile once you show him the car is secure. He goes into the passenger side while you wait for some traffic to go past and walk round to the drivers side.
âOh erm, you want a sandwich or something? We got some sparesâ you point to the back where the boxes and bags of sandwiches are. You grab the bag that had your sandwich in and split it in half.
âWhat is in it?â He asks inspecting his half and the fillings inside.
âI think itâs supposed to be like a Fajita ciabatta? So itâs got like chicken, peppers, salsa and all that healthy stuff, Yano?â You say looking happily at your sandwich and you lean back into your seat starting to enjoy your lunch.
âWhy are you being so nice?â He asks with a raised eyebrow, a look of curiosity and suspicion on his face, his thick brows almost furrowed.
âArenât you used to people being nice?â You laugh, wiping your mouth just incase there was so sauce there as you turned to face him in shock.
âLook, Iâm a mechanic. It would have played on my mind all day if I didnât stop and help. And besides I donât think Iâve ever had a car THIS nice in my shopâ you grin and he nods with a small polite smile on his face.
âYou like?â You ask and his head shoots up to look at you in shock.
âExcuse me?!â He gasps out looking at you.
âThe sandwich do you like it?â You ask again this time a little bit more direct with what you were asking whether he liked or not.
âOh yeah, itâs very nice. Thank you for sharingâ he nods taking another bite of his half of your sandwich.
âAnytime, and besides I got spares too, so I can have my filling later if half doesnât turn out to be enough. So if you donât mind me asking, where were you going in such a rush? And donât lie to me, you were 100% driving that car like a manic for the cooling to already be knackeredâ you admit looking over to him when itâs safe to do so.
âErm, work? A meeting with my bossâ he sighs knowing he definitely has missed that meeting now.
âOh, is that the er friend that was on the phone with you earlier?â You ask cocking your head to the side as your turn down a side road, coming onto a busier street.
âOh no, that was my ⌠helper while Iâm here in the UKâ he admits and for the first time you hadnât even considered that he didnât fully know where he was going as this country might not be familiar to him.
âAnd where possibly could you be heading to work between Buckingham and Towcesterâ you laugh, meaning it as a joke not expecting his to divulge his whole life to you.
âAh just my bosses place, heâs very personalâ he nods knowing he didnât want to tell this very attractive woman who he really was.
âOkay here we areâ you say pulling into the garage, reversing in so itâs easier for the boys to get the car in.
âWhose this?â Fred, one of the mechanics who you worked with asks looking at Sergio whoâd just jumped out of the truck.
âAhhh just some stray, get his car in. Heâs got a cooling problem and a boss to try get too on timeâ you smirk as your fellow colleagues help get the car off the truck.
âDude this is a nice car. Who do you work for to afford a car like thisâ someone whistles as itâs rolled down and into your section of the garage.
âAnd how have you knackered the cooling already?â Another chips in looking at what you were writing in your pad.
Sergio watches as you get to work on his car, it was a very attractive sight and he never knew seeing a woman work and get her hands dirty would be such a turn on for him.
In about 30 minutes youâve fixed what you found to be the issue and offer him an oil change as to you it didnât look like it had been done for years and knowing Christian and his cars it probably hadnât.
âAll done, your good to make your way to you bossâ you say swinging a spanner round your finger before catching it in your hand as you walk over to him.
âHow much do I owe you?â He asks starting to dive into his pocket for money.
âAhh consider this on the houseâ you smile and he again looks so shocked with how nice you are being to him.
âNo, I refuseâ handing you over ÂŁ500 which is seriously over the asking price for the job, and it shows when your mouth falls open like a goldfish.
âI canât - I canât accept thisâ you say trying to get him to take it back. But of course he wonât budge.
âAnd my number too? If you, you know want it?â He asks shyly and you pretend to think for a second before switching details with him.
âIâll text you later then, drive safely yeah?â You ask and all he does it nod before leaving and driving away.
And audible sigh comes from you, until your phone pings with a voice note from none other than mystery break down guy. Whose saved his name as Sergio in your phone.
Dinner me and you, tonight 6pm?
And you were smiling and grinning like an idiot for the rest of the day.
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y/user: Met a guy who broke down on the road today, shared my sandwich with him and drove him to the garage.
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schecoperez: thank you for ⌠everything
user1: babe why is an F1 driver in your comments?
-> y/user: EXCUSE ME?
y/user: Sergio? You have some explaining to do!
-> schecoperez: Erm oops? đŤŁđ¤đź
-> y/user: oops? You cannot just say that to this kind of revelation đł
y/user: I feel stupid đ
user2: its hilarious that you just towed a random man AND shared your food, you never anything
user3: no way Checo broke down and this sweet girl helped him.
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~ in which Ellie breaks up with you and you go a little crazy ~
ex! ellie williams x fem! reader , abby anderson x fem! reader
college au!
warnings: angst, break up, cheating!!, cursing, toxic behavior, smut in future chapters <3 feminine and girly reader ,not proof read!!
To say that you were nervous was an understatement, you and Ellie have been on edge ever since you moved to seattle for college. At first you werenât going to apply for this university in particular but Ellie begged you to because she didnât want to do this without you, there were times in your relationship where she couldnât even breathe if you werenât in a 2 meter radius from her. Youâve been together for almost three years now, itâs been roughly four months since youâve moved in together and every day was hell for you since then, not because she treated you badly no..quite the opposite she did nothing, fucking nothing. You noticed her lack of impact in your relationships on a random wednesday when she left for her morning classes without saying anything , she didnât even spare a single glance at you not even a simple hug. At first you tried not to overthink it, maybe she just didnât get enough sleep, maybe she was stressed it was an exams week after all!! Right?? Fuck.. how wrong you were.
So you tried your best to take care of Ellie, you cooked her favorite meals, took her out to see the newest superhero movies, massaged her feet after a long day at her side job, got her some clothes she had been eyeing at a local thrift store, showered her with all your love and affection at all times!! Only that she didnât seem to perceive your efforts at all. Itâs not that she wasnât thankful, you know her she definitely was but still⌠something was very different.
Every time you tried to hug her she kind off..shrugged you off, always trying to find a reason to escape your acts of love. You wanted a kiss? âUhh sorry my lips are too chappedâ âI donât want your lipgloss on meâ âactually i have to goâ you could go on and on. No matter how hard you tried she always pushed you away.
A few minutes ago she texted you that sheâll be home from work soon and that you needed to talkâŚyour heart dropped to your ass but before you suffered an anxiety attack you decided to do your nighttime routine and make yourself look presentable for your talk with Ellie.
âHow the fuck did this go so wrong??â you asked yourself for the 80th time today as you stepped out of your steaming hot shower and wrapped yourself in your soft pink towel. A small laugh escaped your lips as you relived the memory of you as you showed Ellie the things you bought for the apartment, you wanted everything pink and white with a hint of leopard print and Ellie just went with it, no complaints just pure love for you and your girly things. It left a bittersweet taste on your tongue as you locked eyes with your reflection in the mirror while you worked your skin care products into your skin, you were so effortlessly beautiful one would never notice that you were in an unhappy relationship. Your skin was smooth, lips plump and glossy after applying your dior lip oil. You were a true bombshell, you thought to yourself. And damn..you were so right.
Youâve just slipped into your silky pijamas as you heard the front door creak open. You took one last glance in the mirror and fixed your hair before meeting Ellie in the kitchen. She sat by your dining table, the food youâve warmed up for her remained untouched like almost every day. ââm not hungry..â she mumbled, almost too quiet for you to hear so you just put the food back in the fridge. Now youâre sitting right in front of each other, in silence . No one dared to say a word, even though you expected Ellie to start the conversation. You studied her, the way she manspread on the chair, how she was fidgeting with her hands..oh her hands..god you were gonna miss them..though you havenât felt them in months. Okay focus now.. you noticed her troubled facial expressions, she was nervous and scared to look you in the eyes. You loved her eyes so much, they definitely were your favorite shade of green.
âEllie pleaseâ you finally spoke up, your heart raced, daring to jump out of your chest. Your voice has never been so weak, you barely made it without tearing up. The tension only thickened the more she thought about what to say, but you knew exactly what was happening.
âIâm so sorry i just..â she stumbled over her own words, finally meeting your teary eyes. Her heart ached as much as yours but she knew that itâs better this way.. âI canât give you anything back because i.. donât know why but i donât want to anymore i think iâve lost feelings for you a while ago and itâs just.. i canât explain iâm so sorryâ she swore she heard your heart shatter in the exact moment she spoke.
âis it because of your best friend? Whatâs her name?? Dina? Is she the reason for all of this?â
You sobbed, remembering the day Ellie introduced you to her new best friend Dina. She was so nice to you and you got along so well..until Ellie stopped bringing her to your apartment to hang out at her place instead, she claimed that they studied better that way. Yeah studying was definitely what they were doing..no wonder Ellie refused to touch you once Dina was in the picture..it all made sense to you now..fuck this bullshit
âi think i have feelings for her..iâm sorryâ
Ellie couldnât look at you anymore, shame eating her alive as she admitted to her feelings for her best friend. How could she do this to you? She felt crazy and would do anything for your forgiveness. She couldnât stand the thought of not having you in her life anymore, even if itâs just as friends. She liked Dina and sheâd ask her to be her girlfriend soon but.. you didnât need to know that.
âwow..â you scoffed and got up from your seat, tossing her duffel bag in her face. Ellie flinched and you almost laughed at her pathetic attempt to catch the bag before it hit her.
âpack your shit then, i want you gone in the next few minutes and leave the keys. Iâm sure Dina has a nice place for you to stay.â
Ellie noticed the way your eyes darkened, she knew that she was in for a ride after breaking your kind and beautiful heartâŚ
âoh fuckâ
she created a monster
âŚ
to be continued đ
pt 2
#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#ellie x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie willams x reader#college au#bitter exes#toxic!reader#abby anderson#abby tlou#abby the last of us#ellie fic#light angst#break up#lesbian#cheating#toxic!ellie#tlou smut#ellie williams smut#abby anderson smut#ellie x dina#ex! ellie williams#wlw#wlw smut
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Glass Bones and Paper Skin Part 3
Platonic! Bruce x Model! GN! Reader
Trigger Warnings: Hint at suicide, Body Issues, Eating problems (not a disorder), Child Neglect, stalking, Partner Abuse
Part 1
Part 2
@problematicreblogger and @wpdarlingpan Since you guys wanted to be tagged lol
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Y/N sat in the bathtub in the guest room. Itâs been three days since they arrived, saw the photos, and the creepy trophy room. Three days since their conversation with Dick, finding out that they had all been on their terrace and taking photos of them. Stalking them.Â
They wrapped their arms tighter around their legs, resting their chin on sharp knees and staring at the porcelain tiles and gold facet. Three days of walking on egg shells, somehow managing to evade most attempts in hanging out with the siblings and Bruce, and only really seeing them at meals. Y/N hasnât built up the nerve to ask about the trophy room, but Y/N knows that everyone in the house knows that Y/N knows of the two rooms. They know of the photos, the ones taken without their permission or knowledge, and the clothes that have redefined their modeling career.Â
Sighing, Y/N stared at their pruning hands and the now cool water. The bubbles dissolved a long time ago and the essential oils had become diluted enough that the scents no longer permeated the air.Â
Finally dressed in a robe, lotion and oil on their skin and face and teeth washed, Y/N exited the bathroom and screamed at the sight of Jason on their bed. In the midst of their panic they threw the brush at the larger man, who caught it skillfully.Â
âWha-what is wrong with you? No-wait, why are you in my room?â Y/N walked around the large bed to where all their clothes are kept. Their eyes not leaving Jasonâs imposing figure that was currently resting on their bed.Â
âI knocked.â Y/N rolled their eyes, âI didnât ask if you knocked, why are you in my room?â Jason shrugged, âJust felt like I havenât talked to you in a bit.â Jason and Y/Nâs relationship was like that of dragons in the old ages. Full of history and non-existent.Â
Jason was already dead by the time Y/N had entered the Manor. A small body buried in the Wayne gravesite. In hindsight, Y/Nâs timing had been awful. Moving in when Tim basically forced Batman to take him in as a Robin, Dickâs and Bruceâs relationship had worsened, Jason was dead for about a year, and Alfred had still been grieving. Truly a terrible time to join a family. Y/N could taste the tension when they had first moved in, and they understood immediately that they were just another unneeded burden.Â
A 13-year-old Y/N cried in their bathroom, mourning their mother who had loved the fame more than them, the friends that loved Y/N for Y/N, and the life on the West Coast that they were now expected to continue on the East Coast.Â
The unfairness of it all.Â
âWhat do you want to talk about?â Y/N asked, rummaging through the drawers and finding a nice shirt and some nice jeans.Â
âHmm, oh you know, the casual how are you doing? Howâs the model-life? Any fun stories you have? What have you been doing lately?â Y/N started changing in the bathroom, keeping the door cracked so they could hear the questions.Â
When Y/N reemerged, now fully dressed and the robe hanging on the back of the door, they smiled at Jason, âIâm doing good, kind of tired but that's to be expected because of the âmodel-life.â The fun stories I have are more of traveling around the world and seeing different cultures and eating good food.Â
âAs of late, Iâve been thinking about getting a cat.â Jasonâs brow raised, âYou travel though.â Y/N nodded, âYeah, some models travel with their pets and I think that's what I plan to do. Theyâre easier to travel with than a dog, and I donât think a dog would like my condo.â Jason nodded, âYou could always leave it here. The little spawn would take care of it.âÂ
âI canât do that to the family. Itâs my pet and should be my responsibility.â Jason hummed, âIs it because you donât want to visit?â The air stilled and blue eyes met E/C. Jason didnât look bothered, if anything he seemed relaxed about the whole thing, âItâs fine if that's the reason. I hate being here too.âÂ
Jason came back as a dead person Y/N knew not to talk about. From the stairways, they would watch Jason storm out after a bad argument with Bruce. Unable to completely understand what exactly was going on, but from the hushed conversations they knew it was something they didnât want to know about.Â
âI donât hate being here, I just donât have reason to visit other than Alfred.â Jason continued to stare at them, âNot even for âfamily.ââÂ
âJason, when have you ever looked at me and saw a sibling?â Jason didnât banter with Y/N, never showed interest or any inclination that Y/N even existed. Y/N is pretty sure that to Jason, Y/N is just a stranger living in the manor.Â
Y/N wonders if they will see Jasonâs temper. Will it appear like the monster hidden in the closet, waiting for the right time to lash out at anything? Y/N has heard the screaming matches, the threats, the holes in the walls from Jason. For someone who has killed people, Y/N wonders if they should really be mucking around with Jason.Â
When Y/N looks at Jason, they see the middle child of a family that had other priorities. Once upon a time, Jason was the youngest and loved by Bruce, but then younger Robins came. Jason died, and while never replaced, Robin was.Â
When Y/N looks at Jason, they see the middle child of a family that Y/N is not a part of.Â
They are not siblings. Not cousins, relatives, they are not even friends. Barely acquaintances if Y/N is honest. Which is fine. Y/N has gotten over the hurt and feelings of loneliness.Â
It is just Y/N against the world, with Alfred partially in their corner. Not fully. Never fully because Alfred will always be in the Wayne familyâs corner, and Y/N is not a Wayne.Â
Jason sighed, âMmm, I guess that night when you took a beating from that one dude for not getting in the car.â Y/N paused in brushing their hair, mind reeling and slowly turning their head to look at Jason who was instead picking at his nails. Y/N opened their mouth, but Jason beat them to it, âYou went out partying, like almost every high schooler does, and your boyfriend was drunk.âÂ
âJust get in the car, Y/N!âÂ
âNo! Youâre drunk and you said youâd stay sober!âÂ
âI am sober, now get in the fucking car!âÂ
âFuck off!â A 15-year-old Y/N stormed off, turning their back to Marcus Dueller, the then jock of the school. A rough hand grabbed their shoulder and a fist met their face, âYou donât talk to me like that.âÂ
â...Marcus wasnât my boyfriend.â Jason didnât show any signs of hearing Y/N, âYou took a pretty bad beating, Iâll admit it. I was going to step in once he started choking you, but you took that brick to his head pretty hard.âÂ
Blood splattered across Y/Nâs face as Marcus collapsed. The hands around their neck loosening and Y/N took deeply needed gasps of air. Their throat aching and lungs burning as they rolled over onto their hands and knees. Tears pricked their eyes as the pain and realization settled in.Â
âI called his friends. He was fine, just a concussion.â Marcus and Y/N never talked again, and Marcusâs friends took one look at the bruises on Y/Nâs face and neck to understand what had happened.Â
They all stayed Marcusâs friends, because unlike Y/N, Marcus was loved by his family.Â
âThen, you walked your beaten ass towards the liquor store.âÂ
âOh my God! Y/N!â Stacey cried out in shock, and she gently cupped bruised cheeks and watched split lips grow into a smile.Â
âCan I have that bottom shelf vodka please?âÂ
âBitch, you need a second shelf from the bottom vodka.â They sat outside of the store, Staceyâs partner taking over the counter as she watched Y/N take swig after swig from the bottle. Her concerned eyes tracing over each and every bruise and cut, down to the clothes they were wearing and scrapes in their knees and hands.Â
âHow many does this make?âÂ
âSeven. Whoever said seven was a lucky number is a liar.âÂ
âOh Y/N, why do you keep doing this?â Y/N gave Stacey the most beautiful they could muster. Not minding the ache in their cheeks or the burning of alcohol on split lips.Â
Looking back at it, perhaps Y/N was on a downward spiral. Trying to find love in other people that werenât the people at home. From ages 13 to 15, Y/N had dated over 9 people. Not one of them made it past two months, and none of them were healthy.Â
Once Y/N got into modeling, all their attention went into it. Dating and friends were on a standstill as their career and education became a priority. Maybe that was another thing Y/N inherited from Bruce, a known serial dater. Although, Y/N knows for sure that their taste in partners was definitely inherited from their mother.Â
Some of Y/Nâs earliest memories are of M/N getting berated and smacked around by men bigger than her. When they would leave, Y/N would emerge with bandaids and tears on their face. M/N would smile at them, blood from her nose painting her lips red and she would cup soft cheeks and whisper in their ears-Â
âDiamonds have never been made with gentle hands.â Y/N glared at Jason, who was meeting that glare head on. Now that they are older, Y/N has learned to hate that phrase. They have watched numerous models be in kind and gentle hands and still be beautiful. Still have a loving and healthy relationship with themselves and the other.Â
Now that they are older, Y/N knows how untrue those words are. Yet, who said those words had to only be applied to romantic partners?Â
âNow here you are, in your glass castle imitating diamonds.â Y/Nâs nose scrunched, âAlways the poet, reading the classics.â Jason shrugged, "Someone has to be literate in this messed up family. Sure as hell ainât Bruce.â Y/N rolled their eyes, âSo what? That still does not explain anything. More importantly, why now then?â Why was it now that they decided to make a move if they had supposedly been caring for a while now.Â
Jason smirked, "Because finally, Bruce sees it too.â Y/N narrowed their eyes and watched with pursed lips as the bigger and stronger man got up from the bed, and walked over to them, âIâd wear comfortable shoes, Y/N. Youâre going out with Bruce and the little spawn today.âÂ
âWait, what do you mean Bruce finally sees it too? What is there to see?â Jason smiled at him, and it looked more of a monster preening at itâs prey. Callused hands reached up and traced the small, almost invisible scar on Y/Nâs upper lip.Â
âMake sure you smile, the vultures will be there too.âÂ
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âI do think green will look best on you.â Y/N smiled at Damian, âGreen looks good everybody, Damian. You just need the right shade.â Between them was an emerald green silk shirt, the price displayed like a bounty and Y/N wanted to walk out of the store once they saw it. Yes, they made a lot of money, but Y/N also knows what it means to be frugal.Â
Damian raised an eyebrow and continued to judge the piece as if it had insulted the family. Y/N set the shirt down and continued to peruse the aisles. Their eyes looking at all the clothing and trying to predict what will be in style. What could they use to match or create their own trend? It is still winter, meaning layers will still be necessary but how to make a stylish outfit when there needs to be layers.Â
âDo you see anything you want, Y/N?â They jumped a bit, and whirled around to see Bruce smiling at them. Those blue eyes, intense like winter rivers, roamed over what Y/N was looking at and he raised a well groomed eyebrow, âDo you want that one?âÂ
âN-no, no thank you. Iâm just looking.â Bruce hummed, and wrapped a large arm around Y/Nâs bony shoulders and brought them close. He pressed his lips against his temple, an unusual act of affection towards his kids but everyone will chalk it up to Y/N being a model and still young. Bruce whispered against Y/Nâs skin, âJust let me know what you want, and I will get it for you.âÂ
âIf I want to be left alone?â Y/N didnât voice it, but they didnât have too. Bruceâs grin was sharp, âWithin reason, Y/N.â A chill ran down Y/Nâs spine and they swallowed down the bile threatening to come up.Â
âI have money, Bruce. I can buy my own stuff.â Bruce picked up a shirt, âLet me spoil you. It is what parents do.âÂ
âYou already paid off my condo, that is good enough.â Bruce continued to smile, âThat was for the birthdays and holidays I missed while you were with us. I still have to make up for the time when you were with your mother.â Y/N wanted to scream, âHow about you donate that then?âÂ
Bruce smiled, âI already do. Let me spoil you.â He kissed Y/Nâs temple once more before walking away, eyeing everything the way designers did when critiquing their pieces. Y/N had a feeling that if they didnât get something from here, the store would be paying the price. Grabbing a sheer halter top and pair of black high waisted pants, Y/N let Damian throw the green top on the small pile and made their way to the check out. The cashier smiled nervously as the Wayne family stood in front of her.Â
True to Bruceâs promise, he paid for the three articles of clothes, the pair of shoes, the jewelry, the accessories, theâ
âI think that is enough.There are a lot of bags, and while I appreciate it, I really donât need anymore stuff.â Y/N placated Bruce and Damian, already picturing the amount of trips it will be to take everything back home. The man seemed satisfied though, smiling and shrugging his shoulders, âIf you insist. How about some lunch now?âÂ
Y/N wanted to decline. They wanted to go back to the manor and get away from everybody. The feeling of walking on eggshells and constantly being watched had their skin crawling and the need to take another bath. Bruce wrapped an arm around Y/Nâs shoulder and brought them close, and Damian took up their other side.Â
âYouâre acting more as a bodyguard than a father it seems.â Bruce smiled, âWeâre having a nice family outing. Iâd hate it if one of your âfollowersâ interrupted." Y/N furrowed their brow, but they could not stop their body from tensing, âSomeone is following us?âÂ
âUnfortunately.â The photos they saw in their old room re-emerged and a feeling of dread seized their muscles, making them lean further into Bruce. Yes, they were once all Robins, but not once in those photos taken from their terrace was there ever a reflection of the Bat.Â
âItâs okay Y/N, Iâll make sure they wonât take any of you.âÂ
âHow⌠how do you know its not you they want a photo of?â Bruce smiled, guiding them into a fancy restaurant, Damian requesting a table away from the windows, "Because they all know not to follow me.â There was something akin to a warning in Bruceâs voice that had Y/N biting their lips and following the wait staff quietly.Â
Y/N watched as Damian and Bruce conversed casually, well, as casually as Damian can be. The topics went from school, a family named the Kents, and future prospects. Damian was still unsure about what exactly it is he wanted to do, and it most likely didnât help that Tim was the one who was going to take over Wayne Enterprises.Â
Y/N continued to eat and sip their tea, not wanting to add to anything as their mind wandered. After talking to Jason, it proved to Y/N that they were somewhat always being watched. Jason bringing up that one specific memory may have made Y/Nâs heart rate spike, but it did prove that Jason was there. The photos, all of them that were taken without Y/Nâs consent, show that everyone had at some point gained interest.Â
However, why did they never act on it? Why wait until now to do something?Â
âBruce finally sees it too.â Y/Nâs jaw clenched, what does Bruce have to do with any of this? Could they not interact without Bruceâs permission? Alfred would never allow that.Â
Would he?Â
âWhat do you think, Y/N?â The question jolted Y/N out of their thoughts and back into reality. Looking around the table to two expectant gazes, they gave an apologetic smile, âSorry. I was thinking about something, what was the question?âÂ
Damian scrunched his nose, âWhat is there to think about when you have blood-related family members in front of you?â Y/N blinked in shock, and then remembered how much blood meant to Damian. They shrugged, âI have a busy schedule coming up.âÂ
Bruce stabbed the piece of steak with the silver fork, âYou do, donât you.â He stared at his child, one who he has left to their own devices and now is estranged from the family. Always keeping them at arms length, and never looking back to see if they are behind them. Not because Y/N trusts them to be, but because Y/N was used to them not being there.Â
Y/N, for how proud Bruce is of them for standing on their own, is still naive. Still innocent. They didnât notice the paparazzi lurking around, or maybe they got so used to them they learned to block them out. None of it sat right with Bruce. Those should have been things he taught Y/N. Things to prepare Y/N for a world that was bathed in camera flashes and gossip. How to look out for themselves. How to defend themselves, and what to do in case there is a stalker. Those should have been at least a fraction of what Bruce taught them.Â
Yet, he never did any of that. Looking at Y/N sitting across from him, sitting tall and with a closed-off expression, had Bruce frowning. Y/N was still polite, smiled when they needed to and engaged in conversation, but there was still a wall between them. Almost like glass. Bruce is able to see everything and hear almost everything, but his ability to interact with his child is limited. All interactions stopped by the wall of glass put up by Y/N themselves.Â
It's a good thing that Batman breaks glass windows on a daily basis.Â
âYou have some shoots in New York, will you be visiting afterwards?â Bruce watched Y/Nâs eyes widen and lips pursed. He could see the breaking point, cracks spreading throughout the glass as Y/Nâs mind tried to wrap around the question.Â
âHowââÂ
âIs it odd for a parent to know their childâs schedule?â Y/N blinked, and processed the information. A tight smile formed on their lips, âHow long have you known my schedule?â Bruce took a bite of the steak and Damian continued to eat his plate of some fancy pasta.
âNow Y/N-âÂ
âHow long have you known my schedule?â Damian glanced up, irritated at their father being cut off, but the look on Bruceâs face had him settling down. The man was smiling, non-threateningly but all Y/N could see was the Bruce that had stood before them in the changing room after Gabannaâs runway show. The same eyes, full of intentions that had Y/N shivering and the money, power, and background to act on those intentions.Â
âLike I have said, Y/N. I am making up for the lost time and neglect you have faced within our home.âÂ
âAnd I have said, Bruce, there is nothing to make up. That still does not answer my question about you knowing my schedule.â The cracks were spreading, chipping away and becoming weaker.Â
âWhat parent doesnât know-âÂ
âDonât repeat that sentence. Bruce, you know what I am asking and you keep avoiding it. Who told you my schedule?â An emotion other than faux politeness finally filtered into Y/Nâs voice, making the question sound firm and unlikely to bend or be swept away with Bruceâs elusivity. He smiled, âOh Y/N, did Maya not tell you? GLM Agency has been under new agency since last year. Wayne Industries is now the parent of GLM Agency.âÂ
Y/N stared at Bruce in confusion, their pretty face twisting as the words registered with them. Everything crashed on Y/N, like glass shattering and bathing them in their shards. The guest room that is identical to their bedroom at home, the clothes that are from their closet, the two rooms full of their photos and mannequins wearing their iconic looks, that fucking Batman-inspired piece of clothing.Â
âY/N.â Theyâre walking away from the table, head lost in thought and body moving on autopilot. The need to get away from everyone was overpowering the logical part of their mind, and Y/N is walking towards the front door of the restaurant. Pushing the glass doors open, and being bombarded by flashes from cameras.Â
âY/N, what do you have to say about your mother?â A 13-year-old Y/N was guided out of the condo by police officers. Eyes rimmed red from crying and their only source of comfort was the blanket they managed to snag before being escorted out.Â
âWere you aware of your motherâs drug-use?âÂ
âAre you on drugs?â A 17-year-old Y/N walked past the paparazzi, keeping their eyes forward even though they wanted to snarl at that person.Â
âY/N! Look over here!âÂ
âLook!â
âOver here!â Â
A large hand gripped their arm guided Y/N through the crowd and towards the parking lot where the car was. The large body blocking the photos and shielding them from the flashing of cameras that had thrown Y/N back in time. Once inside the safety of the metal box on wheels, Y/N became aware of their rapid breathing and the feeling of their heart pounding. Irregular beats and sweat began to form on their skin as they struggled to take a breath. Just one breath.
The hand that had guided them to the car grabbed their wrist and placed it on a large and firm chest, emphasizing the deep breaths that Y/N needed and wanted to take. Rough fingers gently traced their cheek, up to their ear, and then to their hair. Gently bringing Y/N back to the present.Â
âShh shh, itâs okay Y/N. Itâs okay. Youâre safe.â E/C eyes drifted around the car, and closed once they saw the personâs reflection.Â
âFather, those vermin have been cleared. All of them will be getting in trouble.âÂ
âThank you, Damian.â Y/N rested their head against the glass and fought down the need to jump out of the car. Bruce eyed Y/N, and what made it worse was there was an apologetic look on his face.Â
âY/N, I⌠I am sorry. I thought Maya had told you.âÂ
âSeems like your manager isnât doing their job if you didnât know. You should get a new one.âÂ
âDonât talk about her like that,â Y/N mumbled, feeling a headache forming and they wanted nothing more than to curl under the covers and die. They could feel Damianâs pointed look through the seat, âMaya is a great manager. She will not be replaced.â Damian sneered, âShe didnât even inform you of the change in ownership.âÂ
âBecause it does not concern me. As long as I am able to get booked and get to my destinations, it does not matter who is in charge.â Y/N paused, âAlthough, now it looks like nepotism.âÂ
Bruce huffed at his childâs overdramaticness, "It's not nepotism. I had no say in what shows you did or who booked them.âÂ
âBut you had a say in what clothes I wore.â Ice filled the car and Bruce gave Y/N a long look.Â
âJust that one piece, and I asked her to do it. She didnât have to do it.â Y/N laughed, long and hollow as they turned their head to Bruce, âOf course she had to do it. Bruce Wayne is asking for a commission piece, who would turn it down without risking their reputation?â The man sighed, âY/N, I submitted a commission piece. That is the only thing I had a hand in throughout your modeling career.âÂ
âOthers wonât believe that.âÂ
âWho cares what others think.â Y/N whipped their head around to Damian, âI do. I do a lot actually. I care a lot about what my fellow models say and think about me.â The boy rolled his eyes, âWhy? Their opinions don���t matter.âÂ
âAnd yourâs do?âÂ
âWe are family!âÂ
âBy blood, yeah! Thatâs as far as it goes.â Damian looked ready to snarl out more remarks, but the abrupt parking of the car had both of them pausing. They were already at the manor, and Y/N wondered just how fast was Bruce driving to get them here so quickly.Â
Y/N was quick to jump out of the car, âI will grab those bags later. Please donât make Alfred take them.â Bruce followed, âY/N.âÂ
âNo! No, âY/Nâ or anything. I want to be left alone.â Y/N pushed open the manorâs front door, and they wonder how many times they have snuck in and out of these doors before. Was it really even sneaking out if someone knew?Â
âY/N, we need to talk about this.â There was something in Bruceâs voice that stoked the right ember within Y/Nâs chest. Whipping around, they glared at the two Waynes, âFor fuckâs sake, I just want to be left alone! I was fine with how things were. None of this-this- whatever the hell this is!Â
I was fine on my own. I was fine without you guys. I would have been fine if you stayed away!â Bruce didnât even look bothered that Y/N was yelling, in fact the asshole looked relieved. He gave a patient smile with fake concern in those blue eyes, âThe thing is though Y/N, you never should have done it on your own.âÂ
Y/N rolled their eyes, âWhere the hell did all of this even come from?! This⌠this sudden need to be part of my life? Youâre not even being subtle about it!â They were drawing a crowd, but Y/N couldnât even bring themselves to care.Â
âI keep telling you, it does. Not. Bother. Me that you all were inattentive. It doesnât make me mad, it doesnât make me upset, it doesnât stir anything within me knowing you were not there. Yet here you are trying to make it up and all that nonsense, but when I tell you that it's fine you donât listen!
âIt genuinely seems that you are not doing this for me, but to ease your guilt.â Bruce met Y/Nâs gaze, and it appeared they were in their own little showdown. Bruceâs gaze, not showing a hint of anger or irritation at his child while Y/N seethed. For once, Y/N looked liked the wild one in the family. Their teeth bared and eyes full of unadulterated rage, they glared at Bruce with the face of a raging angel.Â
They hated how Bruceâs lips pulled into a smile, and the feeling of gloating eyes falling on their body from all their siblings. Like they all knew something Y/N didnât.Â
âBruce finally sees it too.âÂ
Y/N pocketed that thought, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. Nothing intelligent was ever said when angryâÂ
âSo tell your big brother Y/N, how do you expect us to trust you on your own when you canât even notice someone on your terrace?âÂ
â Fuck it. Intense E/C eyes landed back on Bruce, âIf you bought GLM Agency a year ago, why now?â Bruce continued to stare into Y/Nâs eyes, âBecause it seemed like you needed a break from Gotham. So, I figured a year away would be good.âÂ
Y/N narrowed their gaze, âThen why didnât you call?âÂ
âBecause it looked like you needed a break.â Y/N chuckled, âI needed a break, or you needed time to get those rooms set up?â Bruce raised a brow, but Y/N continued on, âIt's one thing to have photos from some photoshoots but not photos taken without my consent. Or the clothes Iâve worn on mannequins with almost the exact same physique as me.âÂ
âThey are exact.â Y/N tore their gaze away from Bruce to stare at Tim, the thin and exhausted looking teen standing above them on the stairway. Chapped lips opened, âWe used the measurements within the modeling database and created mannequins that have your exact measurements.âÂ
Y/N gaped at him for a quick second before rolling their eyes, âWow. Thatâs not helping your guysâ case at all.â Dick approached them, going for a placating gesture and an easy smile, âNow Y/N, I think you might be overreactingââÂ
âI think I am underreacting to all of this. I find out that you all have been taking secret photos of me, which someone them are from my âstalkerâ and I donât really believe that but whatever, you have access to my bank account, you bought the modeling agency I work for, commissioned a Batman-inspired piece, and that you have been keeping some of runway pieces on models that are exactly my measurements!
How else am I supposed to be reacting?! And I still donât have my phone back!â Y/N snapped at Dick, and then began to rub their temples when the headache got worse. An Aspirin, they need an Aspirin. Now, preferably but Y/N has the strangest sense that even if they did take it, the headache would not go away.Â
âWhatever, just⌠Iâm going home tomorrow and whatever was bought today just⌠just ship it. Since you know my address and all that apparently.â Y/N began walking up the stairs, ignoring the panicked looks some of their âsiblingsâ were giving them and the dark look on Bruceâs face.Â
Dick, ever the peacemaker, reached out, âWait, you canât go back yet! You still have a few more weeks before your next shoot. Just stay for a few more days.âÂ
âAdd kidnapping and being held against my will to that list too.â Y/N continued walking, feeling exhausted and wanting to sleep. They missed the nod Bruce gave Tim and Damian, and they missed the dark and knowing looks on Jasonâs and Dickâs face. The walk back to the room was long, and more exhausting than usual. The events of today caught up to them and Y/N wanted nothing more than to cry, scream, and then go to sleep.Â
Because why not.Â
âY/N, you are making a mistake.â Dick followed after their younger sibling, who only sped up to get away from them. The man grabbed Y/Nâs forearm, âY/N, listen! You donât want to do this.âÂ
âWhat is âthisâ you are talking about Dick? I am literally just going home. It is not a big deal.â Y/N tried to pull their arm away from Dick, but to no avail.Â
âIt's how you are doing it Y/N. All we want is to spend time with you and make up for the lost time!â Y/N wanted to scream at Dick, but held it in and instead gritted out, âWhy didnât you do it normally then? Like⌠texting or calling.â Dick pouted, those blue eyes looking sad and his lower lip jutting out like a toddler, âWe missed you, and we just wanted to see you.âÂ
Y/Nâs face was scrunched, their mouth open in disgust, âHow can you say that with that look on your face as if you all werenât the ones who ignored me?â Dick looked heartbroken and some part of Y/N felt bad about that. They remembered the room with the photos and the other side of Dick that they saw only a few days ago. Their body seized in terror, but Y/N tried to keep their expression neutral.Â
âLook, Dick, once again I am not mad about how my time here was spent. Iâm genuinely not. But you guys keep throwing it back in my face and saying such contradicting things, of course Iâm going to get upset about it.â They are trying to be civil. Trying so desperately to be civil and it feels like it is not working. Old wounds and painful memories continued to be dragged out of the crevices of their minds like it was some type of zoo attraction.Â
A 16-year-old Y/N stared at the shattered mirror, tears racing down their face as they stared at their broken reflection. All they could see were the imperfections everyone continued to call out. Comparing them to their mother, to other models, to societyâs twisted views of beauty that Y/N is trying to be.Â
If their mother was alive, would she know what to say? Would she gaze at them with those soft eyes and long lashes, smiling beautifully and whispering, âDiamonds have never been made with gentle hands.â Continuing to remind Y/N that modeling was not a gentle job. It wasnât a job for those with paper skin or glass bones. Those easily hurt by the meanest of comments, nastiest looks, and the horrendous words never made it in this industry.
Would this have been easier if they had the support of Bruce and his kids?Â
Labored breaths and broken sobs filled room-turned-practice room as the mirrors caught the sight of a teenager breaking down. Crumbling and shattering under the pressure, pricking their fingers as they cleaned up the broken mirror and picking up their shattered image.Â
It will be those same mirrors that watched those broken shards form their glass castle, posing as diamonds to deter others from trying to break in.Â
Y/N continued to walk down the long hallway, ignoring Dickâs calls and locking the door behind them. It was only 2pm, and Y/N had plans to sleep the rest of the day. They had no bags to pack, and nothing here they felt like taking. All they needed to do is sleep the day away, which will be easy, wake up tomorrow, call a cab and skedaddle out of here.Â
âThats all we have to do, Y/N.â They closed their eyes for what only felt like a few minutes, until jostling and whispers of their name had them groggily opening their eyes. A yawn escaping them and their eyes struggled to open.Â
âWhy are you in my room?â Tim gave a small huff, âIts dinner time.â Y/N buried their face in their pillow, groaning out a ânot hungry.â The young man hummed, âI think you should come down for this one, Y/N. You might get the answers you want.âÂ
âNot interested.â Tim leaned down, his breath tickling Y/Nâs ear, âYouâre glass castle is shattering, Y/N. Donât you want help fixing it?â Y/N wanted to swing. They wanted to do something to get their point across that they wanted almost nothing to do with this crazy family anymore.Â
They opted to glare, and Tim gave a soft smile, âCâmon, lets go eat. Besides, Alfred said that the cab wonât be coming for you if you donât eat dinner.âÂ
âAlfie!â Y/N groaned into the pillow, and they had stopo themselves from throwing up their arms and legs in a fit. Leave it to Alfred to do something so diabolical. Groaning one more time, Y/N sat up and mentally braced themselves for this shitshow of a dinner.Â
E/C eyes looked at the door they know they locked, and chose that whatever little bickerment that will start was not worth it at this point in time. Throwing their legs over the bed, they followed Tim out of the room and towards the dining room.Â
Everyone was there, and waiting for Y/N to appear. Once again, they were made to sit between Bruce and Damian, which they did so with little complaint.Â
âNow, Y/N, it looks like everyone has some explaining to do.â Y/N gave Bruce the driest most unimpressed face they could muster, to which the man took with a smile, âSo, what questions do you want answered?âÂ
âTheyâre really doing this.â Y/N could feel another headache forming, but decided to take the brightly colored bait. Looking at Jason, who was meeting their gaze with his green eyes waiting for this question, Y/N asked, âWhat did you mean when you said âBruce sees it too.ââ The man smirked, meeting Bruceâs eyes and back to Y/N, âExactly that. The old man finally sees what you are to this messed up family.âÂ
Y/N narrowed their gaze, taking a bite of the pasta, and chewing slowly. Dick decided to chime in, âY/N, you have been loved by us for a while. Something you probably pieced together, but Bruce took a while to see it because⌠well because youâre not us.âÂ
âNot like, youâre not Robin, but more like youâre notâŚâÂ
âYouâre fragile.â Everyoneâs head turned to Damian, and Y/N had half the idea to be upset about that. They raised an eyebrow, but before they could say anything Damian continued, âYou are not meant for this life we lead. Vigilantism never suited you, and that is something I picked up on when I first came here.âÂ
When Damian had first met Y/N, it was like seeing a rare flower that had to be protected at all costs. Y/N was something that at the slightest gesture, could be hurt. When people come across something ethereal like that, the need to protect it can be divided into two different directions.Â
Hovering or distancing.Â
Bruce chose to distance himself, whether he knew it or not, and Damian had followed suit. He watched as his older sibling hovered from a distance, watching the rare flower bloom before it was finally the right time to engage with it.Â
âY/N, it isnât so much that I didnât want to interact with you, it is that I didnât know how.â Bruce looked into his childâs eyes, âHow could I interact with someone who needed gentle hands, when there is not a gentle bone in my body.â Bruceâs hands have broken more bones than the human body has. He has scars on his skin and calluses on the palm of his hands.Â
âIt took me a while to figure out why, but once I did, your absence became suffocating.â Everyone had been gasping for air, doing everything in their power for the slightest piece of oxygen. It was the fear of Y/N being harmed that kept them collared and chained to the photos, every interview, every runway show.Â
However, Bruce knows that every now and then, children should be able to spread their wings and fall. Y/N ended up flying, soaring above them and never looking back down. Bruce, and the family, decided to give Y/N a year. Just one on their own. This gave them all plenty of time to improve the glass terrarium that they wanted Y/N to be placed back in. This time they will be protected and paid attention too.Â
âWhen everyone stated that I can finally see the impact you have on this family, it means I have to come to terms with the fact that I no longer want to be hands off with your life and career.â Y/Nâs brow furrowed, not liking the term âhands off.âÂ
âYou have done great on your own. A fabulous job. Clawing your way up and making a name for yourself, I am so proud of you. Everyone is extremely proud of you.Â
However, there is no need for you to struggle anymore. Youâve proven yourself, now let us take care of the rest.â Y/N felt shivers go down their spine as they stared at their family in fear. They took in each expression, and when they made eye contact with Jason, the other had a daring look in his eyes. Begging for Y/N to do something, similar to how predators hope for their prey to fight back to make the kill all the more interesting.Â
âBut⌠But I donât need your help, Bruce. I can do this on my own.â Bruceâs smile was that of honey, luring in unsuspecting insects and trapping them in its viscous fluid. If Y/N were younger, they may have fallen for it. They may have allowed themselves to coat their fingers in sugary words and sweet gestures, just so they could feel the love from a father.Â
âI know. We know, but you donât need to anymore.âÂ
âNow wait a minute-no. No no no no. You canât just do that, explain yourself, and expect me to just roll with it.â Y/N set their napkin down, and tried to stand from the table, âI donât need your help, although thank you for wanting to I guess. I am fine with it just being me and Maya.âÂ
âAbout thatâŚâ Dick grimaced, handing Y/N his phone and pulled up was an article.Â
Y/Nâs eyes widened and the world around them went cold. THey looked back up, âYouâre lying.â Dick shook his head, fake empathy across his face as Y/N continued to read the article.
âNo. NO this is a joke and a terrible one. Maya would neverââÂ
âThey were found in her apartment, Y/N.â The headlines, eerily similar to ones from five year ago, flashed across the small phone screen.Â
Manager of Model Y/N L/N Suspected of Drug Usage
Y/N wanted to cry. Horrible flashbacks resurfacing and tears pricking their eyes. They turned to Bruce who was still sitting and eating his pasta.
âBruce, please. I know Maya, she would never do this.â The man said nothing. Y/N bit their lip, âBruce⌠Bruce please. If its because of what I said then take that out on me. Please leave Maya out of it.
âPlease Bruce! I know Maya. Sheâd never do that, andâand Bruce please.â Y/N was whimpering now, tears streaming down their face as the thought of losing their manager, the last person they had, nearly had them collapsing to their knees.Â
âLets make a deal, Y/N.â Bruce wiped the corner of his lips, and grabbed Y/Nâs thin wrist.Â
âYou come home more often, during breaks and whatnot. I wonât have a lot of control over your modeling schedule, but make sure you include time each week for family. The only exception is when you are out of the country.â Y/N stared at Bruce in confusion, but nodded along.Â
âIn return, Maya gets out of trouble. Nothing will change other than the weekly meeting with family.â Y/N canât breathe. They cannot breathe and there were eyes all on them. Gulping down on whatever air they can get a hold of, Y/N sobbed out, âWhy are you going to such lengths?âÂ
Bruce stood, and even though Y/N is tall, no one compares to Bruceâs towering figure. He smiled down at the model, and cupped a wet cheek with a calloused hand. Ice blue eyes stared into watery E/C eyes, and that smile turned too sharp to not be hidden blade, âI told you. It is too make up for lost time. Plus, as those photos suggest, you need protection. What better protection could you have that is not only part of the family, but also vigilantes?
âWhile it is true that diamonds are never made without pressure, diamond-encrusted jewlery require gentle hands and patience.â Bruce kissed Y/Nâs temple, and the model flinched away. Ice blue met their eyes once more, âNow pick, Y/N. Either way, you will still be meeting us once a week, but you can have someone you know at your side or someone under my command.âÂ
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âAnd cut! Good job everyone!â The flashes from the camera stopped and the stage lighting turned off, no longer blinding everyone within the room. Y/N stood up from the red couch, a smile still on their lips as they thanked the photographers.Â
âY/N, as always, perfect shots!âÂ
âGood job Y/N!âÂ
âThank you for doing this, Y/N!â They continued to smile and acknowledge everyone that passed by, Maya right behind as they walked back to the changing room. Sitting on the couch was Jasonâs large form and Timâs lithe one. Both of them looking up as Y/N entered, ignoring Mayaâs flinch.Â
âYou have a birthday gala you need to catch. Come on, change out of that and lets go.â Leave it to Jason to get the message across. Y/N nodded, taking to the changing room where they know their clothes are already waiting for them. They could hear Tim interrogating Maya in the politist way. Clipped words and empty praises.Â
âY/N they came out of nowhere! They stormed in and went straight to a vent where these-these drugs were! Iâve never even seen those there before! Let alone know that there was a vent!â Maya cried into Y/Nâs shoulder as Dick and Damian watched on.Â
Emerging from the changing room in jeans and a crew neck, Y/N sighed, âAlright, shall we get going?â Jason stood up and Tim shook Mayaâs sweaty hand. Y/N gave his manager a nod, signalling for her to take the rest of the day off. Jasonâs large hand rested on the small of Y/Nâs back, and Tim led the way to the new car that Bruce bought.Â
The ride was only two hours, filled with light conversation and catching up. Once at the mansion, Y/N greeted Alfred with a hug. Not as tight as they normally are, but it felt wrong entering the mansion without hugging Alfred. Bruce entered the foyer and grinned, hugging Y/N and kissing their temple.Â
âYour clothes are in your room, and there is another present on behalf of Damian and Jason.â Y/N nodded, âThanks, Bruce.â The man smiled, âCome and eat dinner when you are done. Weâll have enough time before the Gala to at least eat something.â Y/N began walking away, each step up the stairs feeling like there was lead on their feet stopping them from going any further.Â
Once in the room, the locked the door and on the bed was a box and black and gold clothing. The black looking like it was made out of silk, and the gold was sequin. Y/N carefully walked towards the box, and when they lifted the lid, a white kitten mewed at them. Their fur still looking young and their eyes bluer than Bruceâs. They mewed and mewed, and Y/N could feel tears streaming down their face.Â
In neat cursive and tied around the bow of the box, was a small note, âWeâll watch her when you decide to leave the country.âÂ
Y/N bit their lip, and felt as if their world was falling a part once more. Broken glass surrounding them and no matter where they stepped, their feet will end up bleeding. Now forced to rely on their family to carry them out of the mess they made, and now⌠now there was a lifeform that this family can and most likely will use against them. Â
Thin fingers gently picked up the cat and gave it a wobbly smile, as she mewed at Y/N. A red collar already around her neck, tied in a perfect bow.Â
âY/N, the makeup artists are here. Are you ready?â Wiping their tears, Y/N set the kitten down and took in the black and gold piece once more.Â
âNot yet, but they can come in. Iâll get dressed afterwards.âÂ
âAlright.â The door opened, despite Y/N locking it, and it was Dick smiling as he let in the two artists who were now scrambling to get set up. Blue eyes traveled from the cat, to the clothes, and back to Y/N. He grinned and stalked closer to his younger sibling that was now being corralled into sitting in front of the makeup artist.Â
He picked up the kitten and passed her for Y/N to hold, whispering in their ears, âHappy Birthday, Y/N.âÂ
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Honestly... I really like this series. I think I'm going to do other stories but in the other characters POV now.
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