#we had some and i liked how they looked but the texture was ass

[greeneggsanddevilman]

You know how Sphynx cats aren’t technically hairless and have a small layer of fuzz all over their skin? That’s how I imagine Devilman, Sirene, and Satan being.

made me think of when little plastic toys have the velvet.

[silkentine]

Me when they are the sisters ever: 😭😭😭 They came out soooo freaking well. I won’t lie, they took me a thousand years to finish but through the constant support from all of my buds (and my latent bisexuality), we made it 😤

Hopefully you guys know the deal by now: design choices, easter eggs, and (NEW!) closeup shots below the read more. ⬇️

I wanted Ace to have a very down-to-earth vibe and looked at Aussie beach-girls, coastal cowgirls, and vaqueras for reference. (IDK, I’ve just always envisioned Ace as part-Australian🌺 and Mexican 🏴‍☠️) Her clothing choices are mostly natural or utilitarian materials like the painted wooden beads on her top, her woven fabric and leather belts, and her denim jumpsuit. I gave her bikini top a zen-garden kind of feel because I read the first Ace’s Story Novel and I loved how idyllic and peaceful they made Sixis Island sound so I wanted to invoke that in some way.

Speaking of her painted wooden beads, they hang off the back of her top and represent her connection to Sabo and Luffy. They watch her back once she sets sail. She only wears one red glass bead earring because the other one got ripped out of her ear when a child, leaving her earlobe torn (don’t think about it too much 😢). Also, YES! she does wear a hibiscus flower just like Rouge (because I hate you and I want to make you cry, muhwahahahaha).

Also, I really wanted her to have super textured curly hair that licks behind her like flames. I am always considering whether or not a character should have long hair or not because I don’t want it to be a hindrance if they’re in a fight (or if they ARE a fighter with long hair, how to they avoid an enemy making use of that?). Ace is, of course, a Logia-type Devil Fruit User so I think she wouldn’t have trouble with people grabbing it LOL I get the feeling that she doesn’t take very good care of it even though it looks amazing. Like you’d think it would be soft and bouncy just by looking at it but if you ever get the chance to run your fingers through it, it’s a total rat’s nest and there’s sand and food all up in it. She still falls asleep while eating 😂 but she tries her best to only do it around people she can trust (woman moment 😔).

Honestly, her design is not that different from Ace’s canon look. It feels really vital to Ace’s character to have a lot of skin showing. And he’s always hanging all over himself with his hips all cocked like the weight of the world is too much to stand up straight. It is certainly not my OWN preference to make her an absolute smoke show. That’s just the character, okay? (I’m partially lying and the proof is that I turned the emblem on Ace’s hat strap into a sternum tattoo for no other reason than that it is sexy af.)

Here are some closeups of Ace:

Now for Sabo, I’ve made her very girly. I tried putting her in pants or something more militant but she told me that she’d wear the big poofy sleeves and hiked-up ruffled skirt. I think Sabo has always had a strong grasp on his fashion sense and individual flair and I truly believe that his personal style is one of the major influences for the rest of the Revolutionary Army resulting in the very flashy, queer, steampunk aesthetic (aside from Dragon’s plain-ass cloak). So of course I had to implement her nonconformist look when reimagining her as a woman and dress her up to the nines.

I’ve given her very ornate jewelry that is there to tell a story, even if she herself doesn’t know it. I like to think she picks up stuff from her travels that resonate with her, such as a damaged set of earrings with one stone missing or red cup-shaped shells featuring three nestled pearls. Another accessory that cannot go unmentioned is her dragon claw hat pin that keeps her top hat resting on top of her hair (and is definitely used as a weapon when the situation simply doesn’t call for trusty metal pipe). She also has a veil that obscures her prominent facial scar. I imagine she’s not very keen on the reminder of the incident from her childhood that took away her memories. I also kept her chipped toothed because 1) it’s fucking adorable and 2) is a visual reminder that she no longer aligns herself with the nobility who would have gotten such a thing fixed. She is so poised in almost every outward facet of her life from her dignified role as the Chief of Staff to the elegant materials in her clothing that it can be easy to forget she was also a rough and tumble forest dweller. Every time Koala remembers this, he lets out the biggest sigh.

Her hair is inspired by Gibson Girls and Elizabeth Swann from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I wanted it to be fussy and tidy but fall apart when she’s in moments of distress. For example, when she remembers her sisters, her hair starts to look like Ace’s flaming mane. I’m so in love with her, I think she looks like an adorable little porcelain doll that would fuck you up. I made an effort to keep her eyes a little bit manic. I get lost in her steely black orbs (and also Ace’s warm brown ones, but we’re talking about Sabo rn).

Here are her close-ups:

Plot notes for this AU:

For this series of character designs, I wanted the expressions and outfits to be aligned with the canon plot but I don’t know if I have the heart to kill fem!Ace in my AU. I’m too attached and ASL has suffered enough!!!!! But Ace’s death is also a major defining moment for Luffy so it feels disingenuous to completely avoid it. Also a huge aspect of Sabo’s character is carrying on Ace’s will and I have so many thoughts about how the Dressrosa Colosseum scene would play out if they were all women. Oh well, I’ll cross that tragic bridge when I get to it. I’m definitely going to draw some Modern AU Girl Piece ASL though. They deserve to hang out with no stakes 😭 They are sisters!!!

Check out the tag “girl piece” on my blog for my other One Piece genderbends! 🥰

[gojoest]

MDNI, f! reader, fingering, thigh fucking, creampie, satoru calls you pretty + my darling + my love, he cums so easily, wc: 1.1k, not proofread as always, bit messy too (i am so sleep deprived)

the fresh, tangy scent of coffee wafted through the air, momentarily distracting your senses from the smell of sex lingering on you from last night’s activities as you watched the coffee machine fill your mug. elbows resting on the counter as you waited for your drink, and a few seconds in—your nose adapted, you could once again distinguish the musk soaked into your skin.

you smelled like satoru — his cum, his sweat — lots of it in fact; but also like yourself. both of you combined and oiled all over your body, especially on your inner thighs.

you had noticed, in fact as soon as you got up and made your way to the kitchen — layers of his now dried load parched and glued onto the plush between your legs, reminding you of how many times he came inside you last night, ineluctably feeling its still somewhat sticky texture as your legs brushed against each other with every step.

a soft smile cracked your lips at the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. it was time, you thought, he was coming to you.

satoru could never stay in bed too long without you. no matter what kind of deep slumber he were to be in, he’d always wake up shortly after were you to sneak out. i become restless when you’re not in my arms, he would say.

“morning”, you smiled but didn’t turn around. “coffee?”

“morning, pretty”. he stopped right behind you. you figured he was naked — the tip of his cock, hard and rigidly up already, was poking at the small of your back.

a hand slid under the oversized shirt you had quickly tossed on yourself, palming the bare cheeks of your ass — “i want some of that, definitely” — grabbing a handful and squeezing it inside his massive hand.

a hum dragged out of you, body jolting and back arching from the way the squishing caused one of his fingers to graze against your cunt, the tip of it almost prodding at your entrance. “i’m so hard, i can bust any moment”, his voice still low and loaded with sleep. there was something so undeniably sexy about the way he spoke to you in the mornings. drowsy, husky and lower than usual. “but i want it to be in you”

he rested his chin on your shoulder from behind, snaking his other arm around your waist to hold you still while the one between your legs worked the arousal out of you carefully. two digits rubbing against your folds, wiping the insides of your lips with the tips. you could feel a huge portion of your slick gathering at your entrance, threatening to blob on the floor any moment. but his hungry hand went for it first — he used his entire palm to wipe it off and then held it tightly pressed against your cunt for a few moments.

“s-shit”, you hissed, head falling down.

lifting the hem of your shirt you watched as his fingers peeked from in front. it was such an obscene view — your entire pussy inside his massive palm.

“can’t have you making a mess here, my darling. it’s the kitchen after all — it’s where we eat”, he pulled his hand away only to smear your slick all over his cock with a few slow strokes.

“says the man who’s fucked me on every possible surface in this very kitchen”

“almost every surface — i didn’t fuck you by the coffee machine, you see”, the smug in his voice was evident, “gotta fix that now. you just stay still and pretty the way you are”

bending his knees he lowered himself just enough to sneak his cock between the gap of your legs and brought your thighs together with his hands forcing them to clench around him. you smiled after realizing what he was up to. “can you cum from this?”, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“i can cum just by being next to you, my darling”, he breathed out a moan at the friction around his throbbing cock, pushing himself forward and effortlessly sliding across your sopping cunt all thanks to the little prep sesh from before.

“oh, f-fuck—“, satoru quivered when you took his tip poking out from in front and pressed it against your clit. “—fuck”, squeezing your thighs, bringing them more together, he settled into a rhythm of slowly drawing his hips back and forth into the slippery crevasse between your legs. “keep holding it like that… please, my love—it makes your lips kiss my cock”, he groaned through yet another slow thrust forward. the squelching noises, too, they were fucking with his brain. the vast ocean of you was right before him, yet he was only dipping his feet. regardless, it felt so fucking good.

“of course, baby”, you breathed, holding his cock flat against yourself from the underside — helping the upper side grind harder against your pussy, rubbing it on your clit each time he pushed himself forward. you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched his cock go in and out of the gap of your thighs swiftly.

“nghh..”, satoru moaned, his breathing now shallow as he felt the tingles at the base of his shaft. the tension rising in his groin rapidly, he wasn’t sure if he could endure a few more strokes without busting his balls out. “i’m sorry, love… don’t think i can hold it back…”, sweat dripping down his face and onto the back of your shoulder, he was desperately trying to keep his load under control as part of him was guilty that he was about to finish first.

“shh”, you hushed, rocking your hips against him to match his pace, to help him out. “you can cum, baby — do it for me”

your words were almost the end of him, but he managed to stop himself and paused his ministrations. pulling back from you slightly to spread his legs a bit more and grab a hold of his throbbing cock to guide it into your entrance and slowly slide it in.

“fuck” — he wasn’t even halfway in when all the tension in his balls suddenly released. he let out a loud groan, body slightly spasming as he shot a hot glob of his cum inside you…

extra:

“see — when i cum there is no mess”, his hands circled around your waist from behind (cock still inside you)

“that’s because you unload inside me. besides you haven’t pulled out yet”, you snorted, placing your hands over his.

“i’m not pulling out, yet”, his lips kissed the top of your head. “but i will ask of you to walk with me to the table”

“hmm, and why would i do that?”

“i am going to eat you there, for breakfast”

[notherpuppet]

I know they’re probably not going to go into this (which i understand, there’s only so much time in an episode and they’re telling a different story) but I think about Al’s background a LOT. Get ready if ur in the mood for a read.

To be a mixed Black person in America is a…bizarre experience. You come to realize that due to the coincidence of your genetic makeup, white folks may divulge information that they keep so closely guarded from the ears of “more obvious-looking” black folks. Im gonna bring it back to Alastor, but lemme give some personal context. I’m mixed with Filipino, so I’m pretty obviously not white, yet my ambiguous ethnic makeup in a predominantly white suburbia seemed to make white peers and people feel much more at ease in relaying their criticisms or prejudices of black people to me. I would hear someone feel comfy enough to spew vitriolic racist shit with me, then toe the line like a circus acrobat when around someone a few shades darker in skin tone and a few coils curlier in hair texture. It was constantly infuriating and holding my tongue was a practice to both investigate someone’s true nature and preserve my own safety. I did abandon that method of navigating life in America, and experienced the switch-up white folks made when I started ‘broadcasting’ my blackness. (E.G. beyonce pre vs. post Lemonade). The criticisms and prejudice confessions just came less often, til I saw them being caged up completely after white peers experienced backlash from me. After they realized “OH this bitch is a n*****!?”

Now this is from someone who is brown, but i also wanna talk about my white-passing cousin with a similar racial makeup as Al, who is from the south and oh BOY. (Let’s call him J for this post’s purposes). J’s navigation though simple daily life is such a constant contradictory experience, of which he is still working through in therapy. I think of one moment when he was manager at retail gig and his boss told him that whenever a Black customer enters, it’s policy to give them “exceptionally attentive customer service”. Essentially, “follow that n***** around”. This is just one modern incident of when J would hear the quiet part out loud, despite his Blackness, because his appearance was white enough to make white folks drop their guard. Eventually, my cousin and I took to the same direction where we used our advantage of disarming white folks against them when the time came. We would keep note and record of racism and unlock a sort of “this you?” when the opportunity to expose that person’s true nature came. It’s pretty vengeful thinking ngl, but it is really REALLY hard to resist exposing an asshole rather than attempting to teach an asshole to change their ways. Especially given that such an attempt is an ARDUOUS uphill battle. The experience of KNOWING the truth about what someone thinks of your people, and being opened to opportunities and information that you would not have access to if the chance of your genetics was only slightly different is bIZARRE, horrific, and fuel for constant inner turmoil. (It sucks y’all)

Now back to Alastor; to have been a mixed person in the Deep South in 1930s America—it’s not too difficult for me to imagine how traumatic and convoluted that experience must have been. Especially when legally and socially, things were so much more Black and White. And when you’re on the line in between that, when society does not prepare a place for your existence, it can be SO isolating. You may consider the absurdity of such an arbitrary method of determining class, status, and/or caste much earlier in life than peers, which only further isolates you. You hold a resentment of society now that you know exactly how the other side is operating to ensure your oppression.

And then I think of Al’s weird ass moral code. How he arrived in Hell and (according to Mimzy) began killing overlords with reckless abandon. This is someone who likely had to develop the cunning to navigate 1930s Deep South America as a mixed, murdering, psychopath without getting caught by authorities who are already gunning for you. And now he is in Hell where the rules of society have gone up in smoke and he can fully embrace his rage, resentment, and vengeance. A desire to burn down the powerful people of the world can be accommodated and ANY previous inhibitions can finally be released. The morality of rising above someone by cutting them down (instead of developing emotional/spiritual healing) has become the easier and satisfying option. Finally the opportunity to show the power-secure villains of the world how easily you can tear them down when nothing is holding you back any longer.

TLDR; The trauma of racism in America is pretty sufficient cannon fodder for a severe psychotic break, the development of socially debilitating behaviors and isolation, and a quest for profound vengeance. So maybe that can explain some of the enigma that is Alastor.

And this is just ONE facet of Al. I didn’t even get to bring up the isolation that comes with being an aroace nonbeliever in the 1930s Deep South. Like FUCK. I’m a mixed, aroace nonbeliever from a modern day conservative town and yall….what a weird experience for sure lol but anyway lemme get back to my life. Whole point of this was—-WHAT AN INTERESTING FUCKEN CHARACTER TO THINK ABOUT

[pastorpresent]

tw: abuse, eating disorders, mentions of alcoholism

One of Wade's earliest memories was being four years old, sat at the half rotten kitchen table, sobbing hysterically over the food on his plate - all while his parents screamed at each other in the background.

"He needs to fucking learn, we're too poor for his fussy ass to waste food!"

His dad, getting in his mother's face, hands curled into fists as a warning, or a threat.

"I know, but he's not gonna fucking eat otherwise, and you heard that doctor. He's underweight as it is! I've got his chicken nuggets in the freezer-"

A smack, and the reverberating sound didn't even make Wade flinch anymore. He was kicking his tiny feet, trying to lift the fork to his mouth to end all of this, but it's like his body just... couldn't do it.

He was trying to be a good boy. He really was. He didn't want mommy getting hurt because he couldn't be good. It wasn't fair.

"Eat, Wade. Now," and that was definitely a threat, the words growled in his face, and Wade let out a sob as he quickly shoved the forkful past his quivering lips.

"You don't move from this fucking seat until this plate is empty. We clear?"

The grip on his arm hurt, but he knew if he tried to squirm away it would only tighten.

"Y-yes sir," he hiccuped, and his dad smirked, triumphant. As if he'd won, and his tiny self couldn't explain it but it made him feel like crying harder.

It took two hours, and tiny bites, but he finished the meal.

He didn't feel right the rest of the night. It was gone and done, but he felt utterly sick, like he needed the food and the taste out of him, and it didn't matter how many times he scrubbed his teeth with his spongebob toothbrush, up on his tippy-toes to reach the sink, the taste wouldn't fade.

He'd ended up spewing the meal back up a few hours later. He hated throwing up because of how shaky and weak it made him feel, and yet that night? He'd been practically giddy to have the food out of him.

It was the first time, but it wasn't the last. It may of been his earliest memory, but he had hundreds more exactly like it as a kid. Sat at that stupid table. The plate in front of him. Tears in his eyes.

Half the time, he'd just take the beating. At least he could settle after that, and not agonise for hours over the foods presence in his stomach until he was able to get it the fuck out.

He expected to grow out of it, as he hit his teens. He did start actually trying new foods, to usually poor results. His grandmother had scoffed, labeled him 'fussy', her eyes as disapproving as her sons. Wade had accepted the label, wore it with a twinge of embarrassment- because while he was good at not taking himself seriously, it still sucked ass not to be able to order off the adult menu in most restaurants and to turn down completely normal adult snacks because he couldn't stand certain textures or tastes.

He never grew out of it, in the end, but the list of foods he deemed as 'safe' did expand just a little.

It wasn't until he was older and they learnt about neurodivergence in health class that he ever heard a description accurate to his relationship with food. Avoidant restrictive food intake disorder. ARFID.

Wade had scribbled it down in his textbook, and ended up being late home from school that day because he was busy looking it up in the school library.

He could've cried with relief, honestly. A word. A diagnosis, even if he'd never get an official one. He wasn't some unique, one person freak show. It was a disorder. A disorder a lot of people suffered with.

He still struggled, but it was nice to have that layer of understanding.

His mutation made it worse. Changed the texture of his mouth, his tongue, and so things that had once been safe no longer were. He was practically starting from scratch, but he managed.

He got his ramen. His chicken nuggets. His boxed mac and cheese.

It was all fine and dandy and hey - on the plus side, the nutrionless crap he was eating couldn't kill him now! Unless heart disease could beat out regenerative healing, but when he considered how often Logan must've destroyed his liver by now - he figured he'd be fine.

Well, it was all fine until Logan moved in.

Him and Al never really 'cooked". They'd get take out, where Wade could get exactly as he wanted, or if not they didn't really eat together. Al would have whatever she was having, and Wade would knock himself up something of his own, and other than an occasional lighthearted comment about Wade having the dietary choices of a toddler, not much else was said. Al's comments didn't bother him anyway, because he knew they weren't insults. Didn't sting like his father's words.

He did their grocery shop too, so it all worked out fine.

When Logan moved in, he wanted to be helpful. He was struggling to find a job that would take him without a social security number or any form of identification that didn't technically belong to a man everyone knew to be dead. It meant he couldn't contribute to the rent and bills, and Wade knew he felt guilty about that even if he'd told him a million times over that it didn't matter.

He loved having Logan around. He'd pulled him from his own universe to be here. Giving him a roof over his head and sharing his bed while Al took the pullout really wasn't a big deal, and absolutely not something Logan had to repay him for.

He started taking on the domestic duties around the house as a way of payment anyway. The apartment had never been cleaner, that's for sure, and he took Mary Puppins on all of her walks.

It was fine. Everything was fine. Until Wade had came home from work one day and found that Logan had took it upon himself to go stock up on groceries, and cook dinner.

Wade hated how nervous seeing someone standing over a fucking stove made him. He knew a psychiatrist would probably give some dumb spiel about PTSD and unresolved trauma, but Wade just felt like a fucking idiot, freezing up in his own kitchen at the sight of Logan cooking and humming along to their old, shitty radio.

"Hey, how was work?" Logan glanced up from the steaks sizzling in the pan.

Wade needed to get it the fuck together. He couldn't let Logan realise how pathetic he truly was.

"Fine, dull," he replied with a shrug, hanging up his jacket and trying to quell the rising panic, but the smell alone was a lot and he could already feel his body tensing up, his fight or flight kicking in, and he wanted to scream and rip his own skin off because it was so fucking dumb.

"You alright, bub?" Logan asked, pulling Wade from his thoughts.

He nodded.

"Yeah I- need to shower," he excused, figuring it was a good enough reason to dip out and try to get a fucking grip.

"Alright," Logan said, eyebrow raised, "well dinners probably gonna be ready in twenty minutes or so."

Wade nodded, plastering on his best grin, "can't wait, peanut," he said, before quickly rushing out the room.

//

He felt like he was walking into the lions den, entering the kitchen. The shower and ten minute self pep talk did very little to fill him with confidence. Logan and Al were already sat at the table. Mary Puppins waited eagerly at their feet.

"There, the fuckers here. Can we eat now?" Al demanded, and Logan rolled his eyes but he was wearing one of those almost fond smiles, "go ahead."

Wade took his usual seat next to Logan, between him and Al, and picked up his knife and fork, staring down at the plate. Steak, mashed potatoes and green beans.

A normal fucking meal for an adult, and yet Wade felt his stomach tying itself into intricate knots just looking at it.

Al and Logan were chatting about the movie they'd watched last night, but their voices were muffled and distant. He scooped up a tiny bit of the potatoes, shoving it in before he could change his mind, forcing his throat to work and swallow it quickly. He could still taste it, could feel the texture imprinted onto his tastebuds.

He could do this. He could. Just get through one measly meal, and it would be fine. He already knew how strange he came across, and it was an honest to God miracle that Logan had stuck around - what if this was the final straw? Watching Wade waste the perfectly good meal he'd stood and cooked for him in favour of something beige and cooked in the microwave?

If he was going to lose Logan, it would have to be for a hell of a better reason than that.

He kept going, so focused on getting the food down that he missed the worried glances Logan was throwing his way.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but his thoughts were interrupted by the clattering of silverware.

"That was delicious. Who knew your dumbass could actually cook a meal?" Al commented, and when Wade looked up both of their plates were clear. He looked back to his own. At the single missing green bean, and pitiful dint in the mashed potatoes. The hardly distinguishable sliver of missing steak.

"I'm two hundred years old, picking up some hobbies here and there becomes a necessity to maintaining sanity," Logan shrugged, smiling, but it didn't feel like it was fully a joke and it only made Wade feel that much more guilty.

"Well, it's Wade's turn for dishes so I'm off to bingo. Don't wait up," Al left the table, barely side stepping Mary Puppins, and Wade could feel Logan's eyes on him now.

He didn't dare meet his gaze, forcing a bite of steak past his lips.

"What's up with you? You not into steak?"

There was no bite behind the words, and yet they made his breathing pick up all the same.

"I- I am, it's- good, honest. Thank you," he said, taking another bite, ignoring his body's protests, suppressing the shiver.

"Wade. Look at me," his head snapped to Logan. He was already in trouble. If he started being bad and not listening, it would hurt more, and he couldn't-

"Hey," Logan's voice was oddly soft when he spoke, but firm enough to get his attention. He reached over, pushed Wade's hands down gently, uncurled his fingers from their white knuckled grip around the cutlery.

Wade watched him do it, utterly confused.

"I'll eat it. I will, I'm trying," he hated the childlike panic that had taken over his brain. He felt like that four year old again, staring at his plate with a wobbling lip and damp eyes.

But he felt helpless to stop it.

"Do you not like it?" Logan asked.

Wade was biting his lip hard enough that he tasted blood, "it's... thank you. For making it for me."

"That's not an answer bub," Logan hummed, "do you like it or no?"

Wade chewed the torn skin of his bottom lip. Shook his head once. Tried to get his body to calm the fuck down.

Logan reached over. Wade flinched, cringing in on himself, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for an impact that never came. Instead he just used his thumb to release the lip Wade was using as a chew toy from between his teeth.

"Ok, that's alright. No worries, yeah? You want me to make you some of that ramen stuff you like instead?"

"I- I have food, you cooked me it, I shouldn't..." he trailed off when his throat felt tight.

"And you don't like it, which is completely fine. I'll clean up, you go sit on the couch and I'll bring you some ramen in soon."

"Logan-"

"Wasn't a request, bub. Go pick us a movie to watch," Logan stood, piling up all three plates, and Wade could've cried with relief honestly.

He got up and went to the couch, picking out Shaun of the Dead and sticking it in the pink Hello Kitty DVD player he'd scored years ago at the thrift store. He sat down, but his leg was bouncing like crazy and he couldn't get his eyes to focus.

Logan said it was fine, he reminded himself. He wasn't angry. But what if he was lying? What if he was just trying to lure him into a false sense of security? Make that first hit hurt even harder?

His dad had done that, in the past. Wade never understood why. Boredom, maybe? The same cycle of screaming at him, beating him bloody, rinse and repeat probably got old he supposed.

By the time Logan came over, bowl of noodles in hand, Wade was struggling through a fully fledged panic attack.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I'll- been bad, I'm sorry," he couldn't stop shaking, his breath punched out of him as he curled in on himself, burying his head in his knees which he pulled up tightly to his chest.

'You're a little pussy, no fucking son of mine. Stop hiding, boy!'

"Wade, Wade no. I'm not angry, you didn't do anything bad," he felt the couch dip next to him, and an arm wrapped around his back, pulling him against the solid warmth and familiar scent of Logan.

"I'm sorry," he didn't feel capable of saying anything else, and Logan shushed him softly, reaching out to grasp his hand, "it's fine, really. Look at me, sweetheart."

Wade reluctantly lifted his head, looking over at the older man who's face was filled with a genuine concern.

He hated that. Hated that he was so much of a fucking freak, making Logan worry about him because he couldn't get a damn grip on his own thoughts. He knew comforting people wasn't something that Logan necessarily enjoyed, and it was ridiculous and unfair for him to have to do it over something so small and dumb.

"I-"

"Shhh, just breathe. In and out. Slowly," Logan guided, emphasising his own, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around Wade's shoulder.

Wade copied. Eventually, he felt his body relaxing somewhat. He didn't realise he was leaning so heavily against him, eyes slipping closed, until one of Logan's arms wrapped around his waist.

His cheeks burned, but Logan wasn't pushing him off, and there was something soothing about his body heat and listening to the beat of his heart, even if it was muffled by the metal binded to his ribcage.

He wasn't sure how long he lay snuggled into Logan's side, but eventually he felt able to speak a bit more, his throat not so tight and brain not so crowded.

"My dad used to... get mad, if I didn't eat what I was given. Used to beat me for it," he said quietly.

Logan was silent for a long moment, and Wade almost pulled back just to see if he could read his expression. The hand on his waist tightened, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to run patterns over his hip bones.

"Dad's fucking suck. Hell, I killed mine. I wish I could kill yours, for doing that to you."

A sick, deeply twisted part of him wanted Logan to do it. Wanted to watch as his dad squirmed on the floor, covered in blood and bruises, all while he begged for mercy from an angry man who was so much bigger and stronger than him. Poetic justice really, but...

"He's already dead, sadly. Heart attack a few years ago."

"I'd say sorry for your loss, but I'm not," Logan commented, and Wade snorted against him, "yeah, me neither."

The silence returned. Wade hated silence, usually. Would say any dumb shit to fill it. Except it felt kind of... nice, right now. Comfortable. He didn't mind stewing in it for a few minutes.

"You know I'd never..." Logan trailed off, struggling with his words for a moment, which was odd. Wade had never heard him do that.

"I'd never hurt you like that. I know that sounds dumb, given the fact we fought each other a million times in the void, but I wouldn't..." he trailed off again, grunting in frustration.

Wade finally lifted up enough to look at him.

"I know. It's different when we fight, anyway. I'm immortal. You're immortal. I get my own hits in, and I fight dirty. It's a level playing field. With my dad... he started when I was four. I didn't have much of a chance," he shrugged, ignoring the flash of anger on Logan's face at the number, "I kind of like our fights. They keep me on my game, and I know I can't actually hurt you permanently. It's more like..."

"Play fighting?" Logan finished, his tone teasing but Wade knew he was serious, knew it was probably the only accurate word for what they did, "yeah," he grinned, and Logan chuckled.

Silence returned, their gazes locked. Logan's eyes went impossibly soft, "you alright now, bub?"

Wade nodded, leaning into the touch of his hip, bringing his own hand to rest on Logan's chest, "yeah, thank you."

"You want your ramen?" Logan asked softly, hurriedly adding, "if not that's okay, you don't have to. Just don't want you going hungry."

Wade nodded, and separated reluctantly from Logan to grab the bowl. He immediately felt a brief shock of that familiar panic and dread, but forced himself to remember that Logan wasn't mad, hadn't left him, he was right there.

He started eating, and Logan's arm returned to his waist, tugging him back in against his chest so he was situated between the older mans legs.

He looked up with a small smile, but Logan was pointedly watching the TV, even if the corners of his lips twitched upwards.

Eating the noodles was easy, and Wade didn't realise how hungry he'd been until it was gone.

"Can I ask you something? You don't gotta answer if you don't want to," Logan asked, taking the empty bowl from his hands and putting it on the coffee table.

"Sure," Wade shrugged, getting comfortable against him.

"It's... safe foods and stuff, right? You can only eat certain things? It's got a name, an annogram... starts with an A, I think?"

Wade sat up fully, brows furrowing as he looked over at Logan.

"ARFID. How do you know about that?" He asked, head tilting to the side. It's not something he had even knew where to start explaining to somebody like Logan. He worried he'd have the same outdated 'kids are just brats these days' kind of outlook on it that his dad did, but he scolded himself for that. Ever since they'd met, Logan had proved his stance on most topics was oddly forward thinking. Wade remembered one particularly impassioned rant about gay rights one night when some old trump clip had played on the news.

He just didn't expect Logan to know what it was at all, nevermind identify the behaviours as such.

"I never taught at the mansion, but I was around a lot. Charles said the kids liked me, for some reason, and I sort of became... not a counsellor, because I'm too fucked up for that, but just someone who the kids knew they could come to. Few of 'em struggled at meal times. Would come see me and I'd make chicken nuggets or whatever they felt able to eat. Sit with them while they did," Logan had that sort of glossy distant look in his eyes, the same one he always seemed to adopt whenever he'd reflect on his past.

Wade felt ready to melt into the damn couch cushions, his love for Logan increasing tenfold. There was a niggling sense of envy, too, just below the surface. He was glad the kids Logan cared for weren't abused for something out of their hands. That they were understood, even if only during their stay at the mansion.

But it didn't stop the jealousy from burning low and ugly inside of him. He never got that, never had an ounce of understanding from anyone. He was punished instead. Not starved, because he was always offered food technically, but in a way...

"I'm glad they had someone like you to support them. I'm sure that meant a lot," Wade said, no jokes, his face serious.

Logan looked away. That look grew more haunted, and he shook his head, "very little consolation considering most of them died because of me in the end."

"Lo, you didn't-"

"I know," Logan interrupted, his face completely unconvinced, "I know you disagree, that's fine. We don't... let's not talk about it again," he said, and Wade didn't want to drop it, wanted to argue until he lost his voice that what those people did wasn't Logan's fault - but it's an argument they'd had a million times over, and he never made any headway.

It always ended with Logan storming out to a bar to get pissed, likely in some dumb effort to prove how 'terrible' he was, and then they wouldn't speak for a few days until they both missed the other's company enough to put the debate and their pride aside.

So as much as Wade wanted to argue his point, he let it be done for now.

"Do need you to do me a favour though, bub."

"Hm?" Wade hummed.

"A list - all your safe foods. Bit pointless me shopping and cooking if I don't know what you can eat," Logan said, and Wade's throat went completely dry.

He'd wrote a list once. Only once. When he was nine, when he'd convinced himself his parents didn't hate him - they just didn't understand, and he could help. He wrote a list in his wobbly handwriting, the foods he liked - the foods he wouldn't need to expel from his body. He'd drew pictures next to each one. He'd gave it to his dad with a smile.

The smile had been slapped off his face. The list had been hung on the fridge, the only piece of his artwork to ever feature there, as a warning to his mother about what not to buy on their grocery trip.

And now here Logan was. Asking for one, so he could make sure he could stock those things, cook them for him.

He all but threw himself against Logan, who merely grunted at the impact, wrapping him easily in a hug while Wade practically squeezed the life out of him.

"Thank you," he mumbled against his neck.

"Don't mention it."

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P.S.T EP. 14 | Of Wolf and Man ft Winter, Ningning.

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Winter, Ningning & Male Reader

Special guest: Noze, Aespa Backup Dancers.

tags: orgy (?, anal, anal creampie, overstimulation, voyeur, multiple blowjob, squirt, ass eating, pussy eating, threesome, creampie, multiple facial, rough sex, hate sex, bi, blowjob, kinda daddy kink (?, facefuck, bit fluff

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That fucking reporter already had you frankly fed up.

He had you, the staff and the girls acting paranoid with anything you did. No matter where you went, you always had to have extra eyes on your back and every part of your body to make sure there weren't any nasty moles lurking around. Sometimes you weren't even allowed to go out of the hotels as a precaution, and it was like that in DC, as well as in Chicago, as well as in Boston.

Cornered like a flock of sheep with a wolf on the prowl, and limited like a caged bird, so you were ever since. And it was a fucking pain in the balls.

Of course the girls weren't exactly saints. Quite the opposite: they were still the same four horny demons who didn't hesitate for a second to squeeze every drop out of you. The only thing was that now they had to be more cautious, and think with their brains instead of with their hormones, which wasn’t easy considering their recent history.

And you, well. If we went back to the flock of sheep metaphor, you could perfectly be the shepherd dog and Jihye your owner. You didn't really know how you could have everything so under control, but you weren't going to complain. If there was something you were grateful for, it was that you were not immersed in collective hysteria in every city you visited while distrusting even your own shadow.

"The good thing is that after the show you can all relax a little," Jihye said, after handing you printouts of the schedule for that day and explaining a couple of things to keep in mind. "The next stop is Mexico City, so that should be a little more comfortable."

During this stop you were in New York for a show in Brooklyn, staying at the Conrad New York Downtown. As usual, that morning the six of you were having your breakfast, in a beautiful restaurant within the same building full of natural light thanks to the multiple windows, a low ceiling and a parquet floor. You had chosen a circular table in the back, which would have had a view of the financial district if not all the windows were covered with white curtains.

"Do you have any news about… you know, the reporter?" asked Rina, who had already finished her breakfast and was just finishing drinking her apple juice in slow sips. "It's been a while now, the girls and I are worried."

They all nodded, and fixed their gaze on Jihye, who had taken a bite of her toast and had her mouth full to respond. She first wiped her mouth and swallowed.

"We already confirmed that there are no snitches among us, or anything like that," she said, and then chuckled. "Though there will certainly be raises in the near future," she then looked at you. "Because a few staff members know your real job, especially the backup dancers."

You stared at her without blinking, a crumb of bread on your upper lip. That was unexpected.

"Don't worry, they'll keep their pretty little mouths shut."

You shook your head and looked down at your breakfast again. Nothing heavy that morning. Just some French toast with ricotta and a bowl of berries.

"Well I fucking hope so," you said, and put a blueberry in your mouth.

"But I do have to say that you are quite popular among them," Jihye said, with a mocking voice. "Some even requested time alone with you."

The toast you were eating would never have been as fascinating as that moment, where your cheeks felt hot. Finding yourself with the mocking glances of other girls? No way, the very interesting bread texture was a better option.

"What did you say to them, Noh Jihye?" Rina asked, and from that low, raspy tone of voice you could tell that she wasn't too happy.

Even the raspberries and blackberries looked very interesting that morning. You put one of each in your mouth.

"That he's an adult and if they wanted to ask him for help they could, of course," Jihye replied. "But, that your needs are the priority, chill."

"Ha!" Rina laughed. "They are all afraid of me, they would never ask him under that condition."

"Hey!" Jihye gave the air a little swipe. "You need to be nicer to them, you know? Besides, who knows…?" you noticed how she looked at you again. "Maybe he wants to rail them too."

You almost spit your coffee on the white tablecloth. In fact, a small droplet escaped from between your lips and landed on your thigh.

Rina tried to protest, but Jihye raised her finger at her to shut her up.

"Hey, moron," she grabbed a napkin and passed it over your lips. You couldn't help but look at her with a frown. "Do you have any updates we should know?"

You raised your eyebrows, leaned back in your chair, and let out a sigh as you looked at your cup.

"Well, I know that bastard keeps sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," you said, and crossed your arms to look at Jihye. "Apparently he found out where my apartment is in Seoul, and gave Chaery a good scare while she went to check to make sure everything was okay."

"Fuck, I really want to smash that guy's face…" Aeri said as she played on her phone.

"Same" you said. "But that itself is nothing incriminating, she passed it off as if we were friends and that's it. She also made sure to remove all her belongings from the apartment in case the guy got bold and decided to go snooping around."

"You can sue him for that, right?" Rina asked. "In case he really dares."

"I could, yeah. Only with the necessary proofs, of course," you shrugged. "I have another news," you looked at Jihye. "But I don't know if it's appropriate to discuss it here because it has to do with… you know, Red Velvet."

Jihye stared into space and pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, smart enough to know what you meant.

"Just say what you have to say."

"Alright," you nodded and took a breath. "Seulgi and Yeri both called me separately, and they both told me that Irene had been… quite strange lately. You remember the closed-door meeting at SM to discuss all this stuff back in Seoul with my previous clients, right? Well, that's where she started acting weird, according to them."

From the moment you mentioned Irene's name, Jihye's face changed completely. Now she seemed shocked, yes, but also angry. The girls did not have a very different appearance; they were all about to release steam from their nostrils.

You put a hand on Jihye's knee and grimaced. You felt genuinely sorry for her.

"I wish I could have told you this at a better time, but it had to be said," you looked at the others. "But hey, that could mean nothing and just be a coinc…"

“That fucking bitch…” Ning muttered, interrupting you.

Your heart skipped a beat hearing Ning call Jihye's ex-girlfriend that in front of her, but to your surprise, she nodded herself and let out a heavy breath through her nose.

"It could mean a lot," she corrected you, looking up at the ceiling. "That woman has always been vengeful… and fucking toxic," she said in a lower tone.

There was an awkward silence at the table, which lasted for a few long seconds in which all of you thought about it.

"We will discuss this matter later," Jihye chimed. "Today is the last show here in the USA, and we must give our best."

"Yeah," you and the girls said at the same time with a nod. And then you dedicated yourself to finishing breakfast in silence.

Going to venues early with the staff was already something common for you, and also something you genuinely enjoyed.

You went from place to place on stage, making sure the tape marks for the choreography were all in place. Then you went to the team that did all the mixing and sound engineering, and helped them tune up some speakers and replace some cables.

A few weeks ago you were practically a disaster at all of that, but along the way you became more and more familiar with every possible facet of the staff of that super act called Aespa. The most curious thing is that you never expected to enjoy it so much, but how could you not? Every time you learned something new, and you lost track of time when they taught you about something you were passionate about. You had even made some good friends within the staff, very nice people by the way.

When you got off the stage, the first thing you did was go straight to the snack area to look for a cold drink, but on the way you came face to face with a pride of hungry lionesses.

When you passed by the backup dancers you heard some giggles that weren't a surprise to you considering what Jihye had told you that morning. You were nervous as shit at the idea of ​​dealing with these girls you didn't know at all, but you had to be a little daring in life.

You turned a little more than a meter away from them, and you found that five of them were looking at you in a not very hidden way. You stared at the blonde one. Not for anything specific, it was just where your eyes fell first.

"I'll be sure to give you my phone and room number when we get to Mexico City, don't worry," you said, trying hard not to sound like Johnny Bravo.

They looked at each other with expressions somewhere between surprised and excited. One of them was about to speak, but you raised a hand.

"But," you continued. "You must get Jiminie's approval first."

Everyone's expressions changed, and now their brows were furrowed.

"Waaah!" one of them complained, "That girl!"

The girls turned and continued their course, mumbling about how cruel Rina was sometimes. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself. Not long ago it was exactly what you would have referred to her, but after spending so much time with that girl you could never call her that. She was one of the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful people you had ever met. Just that… well, she was kind of possessive and rude.

But there was no need to talk about the devil. Because he himself showed up as soon as you turned around and saw them all arrive at the venue, walking towards you. It was then that you realized how much time had actually passed, and you laughed as you remembered the first impression you had of them when they strapped you into the seat on that plane.

After giving them a brief greeting, you quickly went to grab your drink and returned to them to help them with anything they needed. Ning for example had a craving to drink the same thing you were drinking, so you had to go back to the snack area and get her one too. It would have annoyed you if Minjeong had asked for it, for example, but for Ning's sake you would go to the other side of the country to see her with a smile on her face.

When everything was ready and the show was about to start Jihye immediately went to you and clung to your arm with both arms, her head resting on your shoulder. She kept you close to her at all times, and in a rare and cute moment of calm that you certainly appreciated, you dedicated yourself to just enjoying the show in silence.

Upon returning to the hotel at night, Jimin had surprised you all with a wonderful idea—for her—: an after-party in their room in which everyone, including some members of the staff and the backup dancers, were invited.

The suite in question was quite large. Not as much as the one you and Jimin had in Miami, but it was enough for four people to be comfortable. Now, you weren't entirely sure how feasible it would be to put more than 10 noisy people in that space. But no matter how much you tried to reason with her, she just wouldn't listen to you, so you didn't insist any further.

You went to your room and took a quick shower, came out and got dressed. Lacking information about the dress code, you chose the most NPC outfit you could: a loose white t-shirt, black pants, and white sneakers.

Something told you that the next morning would be quite rushed and hectic, so when you were ready to leave, you began the annoying task of packing all your things and leaving them well organized, so that it would just be a matter of grabbing them and leave.

There was a window of free time for you once you finished, so you decided to write to the ITZY girls to see how they were doing. Only two of them responded to you instantly: Chaery and Yuna. You talked to both of them for about 20 minutes, until the interruption came in the form of a message from Noh Jihye.

You got out of bed and, knowing that you wouldn't be returning to your room for the night, locked the door before heading to Jihye's room, which was literally two rooms away from yours. You knocked on the door twice.

"Come in!" you heard her say on the other side.

When you opened the door you found her in front of her mirror, getting ready to leave. She turned to look at you just as you closed the door behind you, and you were surprised by how provocatively she was dressed: khaki pants and an open jacket, underneath which she was only wearing a Calvin Klein sports bra with her sexy midriff exposed.

"I still need to finish my makeup, but I wanted to know your opinion about… you know."

She turned to the mirror and you went to sit on the edge of the bed, right behind her. You leaned back and rested your hands on her mattress, looking at her through the mirror.

"Let's see, spill the tea," you said.

"I talked to some of my colleagues at SM about this whole thing and they told me that everything seemed status quo," she said, putting on lipstick. "Apparently Irene hasn't missed any scheduled events or anything."

"Obviously she can't do that. But we can't just ignore what Seulgi and Yeri say about her," you pointed out. "They're closer to her than anyone else, and if they say she's acting weird, there must be a reason."

"Yeah, but we still can't get any evidence of that while on tour," she put away her lipstick and moved on to adjust her hair. "What is true is that she knows very well what role you play with us here, because similar cases have already been seen on other tours by other groups."

"And you don't think it has anything to do with you breaking ties with her?" You tilted your head to see her better, as she covered her face with her own arm while she combed her hair.

Jihye stayed quiet, and slowly lowered her brush as she looked at herself. She then shrugged with a tired look.

"Could be," she finally said. "But now is not the time to worry about that, we have to go."

She turned around and offered you her hand, you took it and you both walked out of the room with your arms linked, heading to the girls' suite a couple of floors above.

If you hadn't previously known which girls' suite was, the booming loud music, laughter, and loud chatter would have given them away pretty quickly.

"Fuck, good thing all the adjacent rooms are ours," Jihye said as you stood in front of the suite door.

"Ah, no wonder there's so much noise."

In fact the noise was not only coming from the girls' suite, but from a few rooms away in each direction.

Jihye turned to look at you as if you were born stupid, a tradition.

"Well yeah, what did you expect? That everyone would fit in there?"

"I mean I don't know!" you protested. "Those girls are crazy."

"Yeah yeah, just knock on the door honey."

You took a step forward with her still linked to your arm and knocked on the door a couple of times. There was a little 'silence' inside.

"Password?" you heard Aeri's voice from the other side.

You and Jihye exchanged glances, both with your brows furrowed.

"I don't know such a password, so we'll go to our rooms to sleep!" you said, standing close to the door so she could hear you.

Not even two seconds passed when Aeri suddenly opened the door and grabbed your arm to pull you inside, consequently also pulling Jihye. Aeri then closed the door behind you.

"It's about time our guest of honor arrived!" she said, and passed by your left.

The girls' suite had a living room as soon as you entered, with a wooden wall unit that housed cabinets, small display cases, and a space for a television. There used to be a couple of circular tables with chairs, but it looked like they had been removed before the party actually started. Seeing who was in there you knew why, and also why Aeri had said what she said a second ago.

You were the only man in a room full of women.

"The other guys freaked out and went to play poker and drink in the next room," Aeri said in an amused tone, and went to sit with the Aespa girls on the large corner couch in the back.

You knew perfectly well that that wasn't true. Those men were never invited to that suite in the first place, you confirmed it when you saw all of them, including the backup dancers, in both comfortable and extremely provocative pajamas.

The backup dancers were the same ones you had come across earlier. You didn't know the name of any of them, but seeing them like that made you re-confirm that they were all stupidly hot as well. They were sitting on the floor, arranged in a circle right next to the sofa.

"Well, playing poker with them sounds pretty fun," you said, avoiding their gazes. "Which room is it?"

Minjeong, who was only wearing a semi-transparent tank top, through which you could see her tits, and red panties, stood up and crossed her arms, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you really think you'll have more fun with those stinkers than with us?" she asked.

You examined everyone's 'outfits', including Jihye's, and then realized that you must look like a jester dressed like that. Communication had to be improved for next time.

You leaned towards Jihye, took her hand and moved closer to her ear.

"Are you okay with all this?" you whispered. "You know… because of who's here."

Jihye gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and nodded.

"Oh don't worry, they're already thoroughly vetted, so it's all good."

Rina stood up and walked towards you, she was wearing extremely small shorts and a crop top sweater under which she obviously wasn't wearing a bra.

Being in front of you, she put her hand directly on your cock, and squeezed it through your pants. It was all you needed to definitively fall into the black widow's net. Great, how fucking weak you were.

She brought her face closer to yours and looked into your eyes.

"You're going to go play poker like a coward…" she kneaded your cock a one time and left her hand still again. "Or are you going to play with us?"

"I don't know… it depends on what you're going to play, of course."

Rina squeezed your cock again, which became hard under her hand.

"Does it matter?"

You licked your lips and took a deep breath so as not to take off those shorts and fuck her in front of everyone to see.

"Nah, not really."

"Great, now undress and stay in just your boxers, t-shirt and socks," she ordered, turned around and went back to her seat.

Jihye took off her jacket, threw it aside and took your hand to go with you to the circle where the backup dancers were. They opened a seat for you, where Jihye sat on your right.

There was a mixed reaction among the other girls. Some seemed surprised, others smiled to themselves and looked you up and down between giggles. You exchanged glances with each one, and then looked at Jihye.

"Are you going to introduce them to me or what?" you asked.

"Oh right, right," Jihye nodded, pointing first to the girl on your left. She was the girl you had locked eyes with earlier. She was wearing only a white sweater and black panties. "These are Minha, Youjin, Chaeyeon, Nakyung and Yunji," she said, pointing to each one.

"Very well, nice to meet you," you nodded, with a small smile.

“Oh, the pleasure is ours,” Youjin said with a giggle, looking at the bulge in your boxers."

"I agree," Minha said from beside you, who kept looking at you with the biggest 'fuck me' eyes you had ever seen.

You looked at Ning, who was sitting hugging her legs on the left end of the couch, right behind Chaeyeon. She was wearing high black stockings, panties of the same color, and an olive green hoodie. The look she gave you, you immediately interpreted as 'What do you need, darling'?

"Baby, would you serve me and Jihye a couple of shots?" you said. "We need to warm up a little."

"Yeah!" she nodded, and stood up immediately.

You stared at her, hoping that she would look for a bottle of vodka or maybe gin for the shots. Well, the woman came back with a little bottle of fucking tequila.

"Oh hell no, I don't want to die today," you protested.

"Shut up and don't be a pussy!" Rina squealed behind Ning as she served you the shots.

Ning handed you the small glass cups, filled to the top with the clear liquid.

"I hope you're not going to drink this today," you said to Ning, with a stern look.

"Not even a single one?" she asked with a pout.

“No,” you said flatly. "You know what happens. Just rum, or something softer."

"Well, it's fine with me," Ning shrugged and leaned down to give you a peck on the forehead. She then returned to the girls on the couch.

“Oh come on…” Jihye said, looking at you with narrowed eyes. "That girl would never listen to me like that."

"Then be thankful I'm here. Cheers," you lifted the glass cup.

"Cheers," Jihye returned.

You both clinked glasses and blew the shot. You couldn't help but wrinkle your face at how stupidly strong that devil's drink was. It even made you a little sick. Jihye had a similar reaction.

"That's fucking disgusting, my god," you grumbled, leaving the empty glass behind you. "Alright, what are we going to play?"

"None of us really got to enjoy our teenage years because we were trainees," Minjeong said. "Playing truth or dare would be fun, or spin the bottle, I don't know."

The light bulb above your head went on immediately.

"Why not both?" you said, and they all turned to look at you. "Someone spins the bottle, they kiss, and then that someone asks the other person truth or dare."

"That might work," Rina agreed. "But I think if whoever the bottle falls on could choose which part they want to be kissed would be more interesting."

Ning had left the bottle of tequila near you, but you weren't going to take another drop of that shit, and you wanted to have something.

"Aight, but give me a second," you quickly stood up and went to the small refrigerator in one of the corners. From there you got a bottle of Martin Miller gin.

“Oh thank god,” Jihye said as you sat down next to her again. "Pour me."

You did so, and you both downed the Gin shot in a second. Now that was a great relief to your throats.

"Well? Who will spin the bottle first?" you asked.

To the surprise of everyone except you and the members, Jihye took the baton and without hesitation spun the bottle. You felt a painful pang in your heart when the bottle fell pointing towards Rina, who had made space for herself in the circle like the rest of the girls.

"Fuck, it's about time you and I kissed," Rina said with a mischievous smile.

Jihye sighed and crawled over to grab her face, but when she tried to kiss Jimin, Jimin put a finger on her lips.

"Nuh-uh," she shook her head. "On the other lips, cutie."

"You've got to be kidding me, Yoo Jimin," Jihye said.

Rina raised an eyebrow.

"You remember what I did for you on the plane, right?" she said.

"I already paid for that debt, you lying whore."

"I don't care, come here."

Rina leaned back and took off the small shorts she was wearing. You weren't surprised by the fact that she wasn't wearing panties underneath her. It was something as natural to you as seeing a leaf fall from a tree.

She spread her legs wide and revealed her pretty pussy for everyone to see. Jihye was forced to lie down on the floor and get between her legs. You couldn't see anything from the angle, but you knew when Jihye started to kiss her down there when Jimin let out a small moan and bit her own lip.

It was only about ten seconds until Jihye returned to her position, licking her lips as if nothing had happened. You looked at Jimin's pussy, now glistening with Jihye's saliva, before she closed her legs and crossed them.

"Truth or dare, bitch?" Jihye asked.

"Dare," Rina blew her a kiss.

From the small evil smile that Jihye escaped you knew that good revenge was coming. You crossed your arms, attentive.

"I dare you to go back to the couch with the members and watch me and the girls take our turns with him."

Rina's mouth was open, and she looked at you with her eyebrows raised as if to say, 'Can you believe it?' You just shrugged and shook your head.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Aeri protested.

"Why do we have to be involved in that whore's dare?" Minjeong screeched with a frown.

"I don't care, I'm the boss," Jihye said arrogantly. "But since I am not cruel, I will make sure that you two and Ning return to the game soon."

"My ass is not cruel!" Rina finally screeched, and she stood up.

"I don't care, go," Jihye gestured towards the couch.

The three missing girls stood up and went to sit on the couch again. Ning was the calmest of all, although she kept giving Jihye resentful glances.

Yujin, the girl to Jihye's right, was next. She spun the bottle, which landed on Chaeyeon. The two of them were quite tame at first, just sharing a sexy kiss for about twenty seconds.

"Truth or dare, unnie?" Yujin asked.

"Dare," Chaeyeon responded.

"I dare you to get naked."

“Uh… we started strong,” Jihye said from beside you.

Chaeyeon did not hesitate to obey. She stood up, and the first thing she did was take off the white tank top she was wearing to reveal a pair of round, good-sized, and extremely pretty tits. Then she pulled down her sweatpants and panties, revealing a body full of delicious pale flesh in every right place.

She pursed her lips to hide a small smile, then she gave you a small glance and went to her place. Maybe you hadn't been too sneaky about admiring her body.

"Oh my god she's delicious," you heard Aeri say.

"I know right?" Minjeong said. "Such pretty tits and thighs."

The next one to spin the bottle was Nakyung, the only one of them all who had cute colorful decorations on strands of her hair. As you did, the bottle stopped pointing towards you. She stared into your eyes and slowly crawled towards you. When her face was in front of yours you gently grabbed her chin, and just when she was going to kiss you, you approached her ear.

"I want you to kiss the bottom of my abdomen…" you whispered. "You know, right on top of my cock."

"Take it for granted," she agreed with a giggle.

You spread your legs to the sides of her and she knelt in the middle. Then you pulled your boxers down as much as you could without showing anything, and Nakyung got on her hands and knees with a perfect backbend that made her ass look like a real delight, since she was only wearing a tight white cropped sweater and a black thong.

She lowered her head and approached the part of your abdomen that you had revealed, and after giving you a little look she began to distribute small, wet kisses along your lower abdomen, which intensified to the point of even adding her tongue and slight exhalations of hot breath.

About a minute passed when she knelt up again and looked you in the eyes.

"Truth or dare, handsome?" she asked.

"Truth."

The common reaction of all the girls was surprise. Nakyung even took a moment to think since she wasn't expecting that answer.

"Have you ever thought about providing services to me and the girls?" she asked.

"The idea has crossed my mind several times, yeah," you nodded. "And I would have been downright delighted."

Minha next to you moved closer to your ear and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Then wait until you feel my pussy just once…" she whispered. "You'll come crawling back for more."

Your cock, hard as a mast under your boxers, throbbed at that crisp and sexy tone of voice. And you were sure everyone saw it.

"Oh come on," Minjeong complained from the couch. "You better put a little more effort into those questions and dares because otherwise I'll go suck cocks in the next room."

"Just calm your horny ass and wait, slut," you snapped, and fixed your gaze on Chaeyeon, who was next.

She turned the bottle, which stopped pointing at Jihye.

Jihye was pretty quick to take off her sports bra, to reveal that cute little pair of tits that you had already loved a few weeks ago. The girls except the members were speechless. You guessed that none of them had seen Jihye naked before.

"Come here and eat my tits, beautiful," Jihye said, beckoning with her finger.

Chaeyeon crawled over to Jihye and wrapped an arm around her body to bring her chest closer to her mouth. She put one breast into her mouth, and then the other. She alternated between both nipples with sensual sucks, kisses and licks, while Jihye stroked her raven black hair.

You had everything happening right next to you, and you couldn't help but see every part of Chaeyeon's naked fleshy body with your mouth watering, all while Jihye let out small moans.

After a few long seconds Chaeyeon finally pulled away from Jihye's tits and gave you a long look before looking back at her.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Jihye said without a second thought.

Chaeyeon took one look at the hard, throbbing bulge beneath your boxers and licked her lips.

"I dare you to suck his cock," she said, and then returned to her place, ready to watch.

"For God's sake it was about time!" Rina celebrated from the couch.

You made eye contact with Jihye for a few long seconds, wondering if she would really comply or if she was going to reject the dare. She finally raised an eyebrow and formed the most provocative expression you had ever seen her make at you.

"Make sure you enjoy it, darling," she winked at you.

Jihye positioned herself between your legs and layed down with her stomach flat, raised one thigh over your calf and pulled your boxers down to the middle of your thighs. Your hard cock was released just inches from that spectacular work of art that Jihye had as her face, and she wasted no time at all in grabbing it with one hand and taking it inside her mouth.

The way you moaned like a needy little slut would have embarrassed you if you'd only realized. There was no possible comparison to the sensation that came from feeling like more and more inches of your cock were buried inside that woman's mouth, so warm and perfect.

You leaned back and placed your hands on the floor to watch Jihye as she bobbed her head up and down your cock in a stupidly sensual manner. She pulled you out every few seconds to fill your shaft with wet kisses, and lick it up and down. When she returned you into her mouth, she did so with a moan and made sure to make loud slurping sounds afterwards.

"That's it, boss!" Minjeong cheered with small applause from the couch. "Suck that juicy cock like there's no tomorrow."

The rest of the girls also gave small cheers, which were soon mixed with small moans as the Aespa girls began to undress and play with each other. Meanwhile, you felt like you were going to cum embarrassingly fast if Jihye continued to do such wonders on your cock.

Luckily for you, Jihye stopped after a couple of minutes and knelt up with her gaze fixed on your eyes. She wiped the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, and finished removing your boxers to throw them specifically at the side of her sports bra.

“Jihye…” you gasped, still in disbelief. "That was.."

"Amazing, I know," she interrupted you, and she patted your thigh before sitting down in her place.

You stared at her for a few seconds, contemplating whether picking her up, taking her to bed, and fucking the brains out of her would be too daring and dumb. After realizing that it would indeed be stupid, you looked at the Aespa girls on the couch. They were all gently touching each other. Minjeong with Ning and Aeri with Rina.

By the time Youjin, the next person in turn, turned the bottle, the level of heat and horniness in the room reached such a point that it was palpable in the air. They were all visibly excited. You even noticed that Chaeyeon kept rubbing her thighs together.

The bottle stopped and pointed towards Minha.

"My feet need some attention, cutie," Youjin said looking at the blonde girl. "Come here."

Youjin leaned back, leaned on her elbows, and raised her feet in the air. Minha next to you got on her hands and knees and approached them. You weren't a fool not to realize that she had done it on purpose, because as she did so, the sweater rode up to her abdomen and revealed a round, firm, snow-white ass for you to see.

Minha kissed Youjin's feet in great detail, and she didn't stop until they were glistening with saliva. When she finished, Minha sat up.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Youjin chose.

"Have you ever masturbated thinking about him?" Minha nodded at you.

Youjin looked at your cock and bit her lower lip.

"Just once…" she admitted, "But I wouldn't mind doing it one more time."

Youjin was only wearing a white t-shirt and red cheeky panties, but they soon slid off her firm dancer's thighs to reveal a plump, perfectly shaved and wet pussy. She then put her hand on her pussy and started to touch it slowly.

"Come on, spin the bottle," you said to Minha, who did so immediately.

In a perfect act of mercy on the part of fate the bottle stopped pointing at you. You and Minha exchanged glances. Those eyes again. She wanted it, she implored it. You just had to say it.

"Keep up the boss job, cutie," you winked at her.

Minha settled down with surprising speed, her right arm over your left thigh and her body extended to the left. Her sweater was still rolled up above her waist, so her ass was still exposed as she grabbed your cock with one hand and took it into her mouth with a moan.

Honestly she wasn't bad at giving head at all, in fact she was pretty good. But after experiencing a blowjob from Jihye, however brief it may have been, your bar became a little too high.

It's not like you can compare them fairly either. Jihye's blowjob had been slow, sensual, with the sole purpose of making you feel every movement in every fiber of your body. Minha, on the other hand, was giving you a messy blowjob, which lacked any modesty in front of all the gazes of those hungry hyenas.

The big notable difference you found between the two was that Minha was able to take you deeper than Jihye, so the room was filled with gagging sounds every time she lowered her head to your base.

You had your right hand attached to her hair, in a ponytail that allowed you to see her mouth in great detail as it slid along your saliva-soaked shaft. But you soon found yourself too tempted by that round ass, so you brought your left hand as discreetly as you could to one of her buttocks to squeeze it.

"Jesus Christ, woman," said Jihye next to you, who you noticed no longer had pants on and was only in panties. "You're going to kill him."

You also noticed that the rest of the girls were also already with several articles of clothing removed. The Aespa girls were already completely naked, eating each other on the couch like a lewd living mass of bodies. Nakyung had taken off her sweater, and Yujin had taken off both her sweatpants and the black tank top she was wearing.

Youjin had not continued touching herself with as much enthusiasm as at the beginning, perhaps wanting to save herself for what was really important. But she still had two fingers on her clit, which she moved very slowly.

Chaeyeon, the only one who was completely naked apart from the Aespa girls, was playing with her own tits and biting her lip while she intently watched Minha suck your cock. You could notice her desperation without much effort.

Minha finally pulled you out of her mouth after another couple of minutes, with a sharp intake of breath. The tip of your cock connected to her lips by several strands of saliva. She sat up and stared at you, still moving her hand up and down your cock.

"Truth or dare, daddy?"

"Hey!" Minjeong protested from the couch, while Rina ate her pussy. "That's my pet name for him!"

Neither of you two paid her any attention.

"Dare. Come on, say it," you said between gasps.

"I dare you to fuck me," she said bluntly. "Here and now."

You smiled and immediately took off your shirt, which you threw on top of the pile of yours and Jihye's clothes. You didn't even find it necessary to accept her challenge, you just sat outside the circle and grabbed her by her sweater to pull her towards you. She straddled you immediately, grabbed your face and smashed her lips against yours.

Since you were there that night for everything but foreplay, you wasted no time and grabbed her waist, made her raise her hips, and pushed her panties aside to press the tip of your cock against her pussy. Minha moaned against your lips and very slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself easily on your throbbing cock.

"I knew you were going to feel fucking amazing stretching my pussy, fuck," she moaned against your lips. "Put me on the floor and fuck me daddy."

You leaned forward and carefully placed her on the floor without leaving her pussy. Minha then spread her legs wide, so that you settled between them and began to move your hips back and forth.

Her small waist worked as your grip point, as you took the entire length of your cock in and out of her pretty pussy with slow pumps.

Out of the corner of your eye you could notice that the girls in the circle had already completely discarded the little clothes they had left. They were all completely naked, subtly touching each other or just staring intently, with saliva almost falling from their lips. Jihye was the one closest to you and Minha, and she was the only one who had put two fingers inside her own pussy to pump them very slowly.

Minha was the only one with an article of clothing on, but this soon ceased to be the case when you grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head and out of her arms. A pair of perky, good-sized tits that reminded you of Yeji's were left free. You brought your hand to one of them and kneaded it.

Over time you picked up a fast and constant rhythm in your pumps. You didn't want to go too fast or get too intense right from the start, as you wanted to manage your energy as much as possible. What you couldn't control was the orgasm that had been brewing since Jihye put you inside her mouth, which came just at the moment Minha squeezed your cock between the walls of her pussy with her own orgasm.

Your intention was to get out of her pussy before you came, but Minha grabbed her arms around your neck and trapped you between her legs while she screamed with pleasure in your ear, so not having time to warn her, you had no choice but to explode inside her.

You expected her to be upset and slap you, but instead she bit your ear and let out a sensual moan as she felt how you filled her with a thick and abundant load. You gave her pussy slow pumps, your face buried in her neck between grunts of pleasure.

After making sure every drop of it was inside her you patted her thigh and she let you go. You knelt up, and grabbed your cock by the base to pull it out of her. Before your load began to leak between her folds and fall to the floor, Chaeyeon had already pounced on you and climbed on top of Minha to collect your cum with her tongue, in a 69 position that Minha took advantage of to kiss the fleshy Chaeyeon's thighs.

After finishing collecting your load with her tongue, Chaeyeon raised her gaze and left it fixed on your cock, as if she wanted to decide to break the game now and suck you off or continue. She finally looked you in the eyes.

"I'm next, I don't care what anyone tells you," she said, and then she went back to her seat between Nakyung and Youjin.

"And this is definitely not my first and last chance with you," Minha said next to you, she stood up and sat back down.

You stood there for a moment, still catching your breath. You looked to the right, towards the couch. Aeri was fingering Ning, who in turn was eating Minjeong's pussy. Rina ate Aeri's ass. They were in their own world at that moment, not caring what you did in the game for now.

When you returned to your seat it was finally your turn. The girls had stopped touching each other, ready, for the moment, to continue with the game. You turned the bottle, and it pointed towards Yunji, who looked at you with a satisfied expression.

"Do a nice make out session with my tits," she said. "Come here."

"You come here," you said, and patted your thigh a couple of times.

Yunji crawled in your direction and straddled you. She had the thinnest body of all of them, but at the same time the one that was most full of curves and muscle. It was evident that she was a gym girl, with that pair of firm and round buttocks, an extremely attractive flat abdomen and prominent shoulders.

Her tits were deceptive, as they appeared to be not too big when covered by a bra, but they were actually a nice pair of firm, sizable breasts. You wrapped an arm around her small waist and took one of her nipples into your mouth.

The barriers imposed by the game were already beginning to be more and more ignored, since Yunji, having your cock pressed between her folds, moved her hips slowly to rub it against her pussy while you ate her tits. You didn't care, you understood that for that point and all those girls would have their minds clouded and their wires somewhat crossed.

A minute passed before you stopped, but Yunji didn't, she continued moving her hips. She looked at you and placed a hand on the back of your neck. You looked into each other's eyes, your lips a short distance apart.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Dare," you said this time.

Yunji turned to look towards the girls on the couch, you noticed she looked at Aeri for a second, and then she turned back to you.

"You know, I've heard Gigi say that you're good at worshiping feet and ass…" she said, and ran her thumb over your bottom lip. "I'll leave the choice to you."

"Oh… bad mistake then."

Just like you did with Minha a few minutes ago, you carefully pushed yourself forward and gently laid Yunji on the floor. You knelt in front of her, and she pulled her legs toward her abdomen to hug them behind her knees. Her feet were raised at the height of your face, but she also presented her pussy and her pretty ass for you.

There were three great temptations, of which you were only going to be able to choose one. Or that's what she believed, because she hadn't been specific in her dare and she had given you the power to decide. You would make a multiple choice, no more, no less.

You made Yunji believe that you had chosen her feet first. You grabbed each of her ankles and then brought her toes to your mouth. You sucked and kissed each toe just like you would have done with Aeri, who liked when you left her feet covered in saliva. You and Yunji were making deep eye contact, especially because the tip of your cock was rubbing against her pussy.

Once you considered that her feet had enough attention, you slowly moved down her calves and little by little towards her knee.

"Hey!" She protested, but she did not resist. "What are you doing?"

"You never told me to choose just one option," you said, and moved on to kiss the back of her thighs. "Bad mistake, I already told you."

"Don't believe him," Jihye said between gasps behind you. "He would have done it anyway."

When you got low enough you were tempted to eat her pussy, which looked tight like no other. Instead you grabbed her by her hips and forced her to lie face down. Then you put your hands on her thighs and began to fill her ass with kisses.

Your mouth moved along and across each buttock, between licks and small kisses that made Yunji moan. You heard moans behind you—and in all directions, really—that you knew were coming from Jihye. Knowing that you had her full attention turned you on, just like she drove you crazy that night you shared Minjeong.

By filling her buttocks with kisses you passed on what would be your main prize. You separated her buttocks with a squeeze, and even though you had her pussy right there, ready for you to devour it, you had a more than clear option.

"Mmmgh!" Yunji moaned, feeling your tongue against her butthole. "Oh god, that feels so…"

"Weird but stupidly good at the same time?" you heard Aeri say between moans in the distance.

"Y-Yeah…"

Listening to Aeri only made you remember all those times when you had done that same thing to her, and therefore, your mind brought up all the techniques that you knew drove her crazy. Not to your surprise, they worked wonders on Yunji, who twisted her hips while she tensed her buttocks on the sides of your face.

For a moment you were absorbed in your work and in that delicious ass. It was a few touches on your back that brought you out of your trance and made you sit up straight. You turned to meet the lustful gaze of Jihye, who gestured towards the bottle.

"Sure, sorry," you nodded. And you helped Yunji sit up too. "Did you like that?"

She nodded between gasps.

"I didn't expect to like it so much," she said. "But I just hope you do the same with that cock."

Yunji returned to her seat, to the right of Jihye, who was next in line. You also returned to your seat and looked at her. Jihye picked up the bottle and looked at it for a few long seconds. Then she looked at the girls, all naked and visibly lustful. Finally she looked at you and your rock hard cock.

"Fuck," she sighed. "Can we stop playing and just start fucking?"

You've never seen so many people agree with something since Ning once said airplane food tasted like sand. And then the real debauchery broke out.

Chaeyeon was the most determined of all. She went to you directly, and put her arms around your neck to pull you back to the floor and kiss you. You, finally free from the chains imposed by the rules of the game, surrounded that voluptuous and fleshy body with your arms and touched it in every possible corner, from her back, her waist, and even her soft thighs.

"Fuck my mouth first… will you?" she said between kisses, and she brought a hand to your cock to rub it slowly.

"If I do I'll be anything but gentle," you replied, as you groped her ass.

"I wasn't going to ask you to be gentle with me. I want you to make me fucking choke on that cock."

You pushed her off you and stood up. Chaeyeon quickly followed you, and she knelt in front of you with her mouth already open and her tongue hanging out.

"I also want to!" Nakyung said, adopting the exact same pose as Chaeyeon next to her.

Chaeyeon wrinkled her brow and turned to look at her.

"Don't even think he's going to fuck you first!" she said. "I was already in line."

Nakyung also turned to look at her, brow furrowed.

"No one's saying he's going to fuck me first, you feisty bitch!" she snapped.

You sighed and let your head fall back. Another damn reflection of Rina and Aeri, great.

While they were arguing you turned to see what was happening around you. Jihye was curled up on the floor with Yunji, who was probably the one she went to for the simple fact that she was the one she was closest to. They moved from one side to the other, kissing and groping everywhere. Minha and Younji had completely skipped that part. The blonde girl was straight on eating Younji's pussy, who was caressing her hair with her legs over her shoulders.

The Aespa girls were still a mess of hot bodies on top of each other. The only difference was that now they were paying more attention to what was happening outside their bubble.

"I've been waiting for this all fucking day, don't be envious!" Chaeyeon said to Nakyung.

You snorted, and before Nakyung could say anything, you grabbed Chaeyeon by the back of her head, turned her towards your cock, and forced it into her mouth. Chaeyeon greeted you with a satisfied moan.

"Yeah, it's about time you shut up," Nakyung said, and then she opened her mouth again for you.

Chaeyeon, who seemed to forget all the anger she had built up thanks to Nakyung's sudden appearance, stuck out her tongue with your cock inside her mouth. You kept pushing, not knowing what her natural limit would be. But it was gratifying for you to know that there was no such thing, as your cock was all the way down to her throat without a single gag reflex.

The first thing that came to your mind was that this girl was experienced with that kind of thing, so you didn't bother starting slow. Just like you promised her, you weren't gentle at all. Within a few seconds you were already at almost the maximum capacity of your motor pumping in and out of her mouth.

Chaeyeon was a good girl who stayed completely still for you, with her tongue out at all times and not caring when saliva started to drip out of her mouth.

But you soon made the switch, and went from Chaeyeon's mouth to Nakyung's, who also seemed desperate to show you what she could do.

The truth was that Nakyung had nothing to envy Chaeyeon. Even though your cock wasn't able to go all the way inside her mouth, Nakyung made up by moving her tongue to stimulate the underside of your shaft with each pump. You were just as aggressive with her.

You alternated between both girls every few seconds, fucking each mouth like a machine with well-oiled gears running at full speed. Your cock was soaked with saliva, which as it accumulated fell to their thighs and to the floor.

You were fucking Chaeyeon's mouth when she gave you a couple of pats on your thigh. You pulled your cock out of her mouth, and she took a sharp breath of air.

"Enough, you're going to fuck me right now," she said, some treads of saliva falling from her bottom lip.

"So what if I refuse?" you joked, raising an eyebrow.

Chaeyeon turned around and got on her hands and knees, her back arched in a millimeter-perfect way. Her ass now looked more delicious than ever, big, pale and visibly easy to make bounce. She looked at you over her shoulder, while you looked at her plump pussy.

"I don't think you'll be able to refuse," she told you, and then bounced one of her butt cheeks for you with a spank.

"Fuck… and you're right."

You got on your knees behind her, and with one hand on her waist, you guided your cock into her pussy, which greeted you with overwhelming warmth and wetness.

"Ohhh god that cock feels so fucking good…" Chaeyeon moaned, her face twisted and her eyes rolled back as you buried yourself deep inside her.

“Naky, fondle his balls and suck his cock!” you heard Jimin say from the couch. "He loves it when I do that while he fucks Aeri."

Nakyung was diligent and even with an added bonus. She knelt up next to you and Chaeyeon, she cupped the side of your face with one hand and kissed you. Meanwhile, her other hand came down to grab your balls and give them a subtle squeeze that led to small massages.

You left your left hand on Chaeyeon's waist, and wrapped your free arm around Nakyung's body to press it against yours. You pumped in and out of Chaeyeon's silky pussy, faster and faster until the 'clapping' sounds became as loud as her moans. All while you groped Nakyung's ass and rubbed her pussy between her buttocks.

After a few seconds of hitting Chaeyeon's pussy mercilessly, you took out your cock and left it between her buttocks. Nakyung took this as her cue to get into the action, and got into the same position as Chaeyeon to get on the lewd act's level. She then grabbed your cock, and freshly soaked with Chaeyeon's fluids, brought it to her mouth to suck.

Nakyung sucked half of your cock for a few seconds, eye contact with you the entire time. While she did it you rubbed Chaeyeon's clit as compensation, until Nakyung herself returned your cock inside her pussy.

Certainly at that moment you weren't expecting more company than the two of them, but Youjin joined you on your left side; she buried her face in your neck to fill it with wet kisses and small bites. You put your right hand on one of Chaeyeon's buttocks, and just like with Nakyung, you wrapped your free arm around Youjin's body to grab her ass.

"Mmm! Just like that honey, just like that!" Chaeyeon screeched, one side of her face pressed to the floor. "Go on, go on, go on!"

You increased your pace just a little, enough to accelerate Chaeyeon's imminent orgasm by a few seconds, which came in the form of a sudden spasm that shook her and made her hunch her back between grunts of pleasure. That was the perfect moment to pull your cock out for Nakyung to take it inside her mouth again.

While Nakyung went back to sucking your cock, you put your right hand on her head and with the other rubbed Youjin's clit on your left. She stopped kissing your neck, raised her head and kissed you between moans.

"Cum all over that gorgeous pale ass baby…" you heard Nakyung say as she licked your balls and jerked you off quickly.

"Yeah…" Youjin moaned against your lips. "We want to know what it looks like smeared by a hot thick load."

Youjin, while Nakyung was jerked you off, brought a hand to your balls to knead them as well. The icing on the cake was Chaeyeon's lascivious gaze, placed on you and your cock. There was no way a man could resist under those circumstances, so after a few seconds you exploded.

“Fuck…” Chaeyeon moaned as Nakyung and Youjin drained you all over her ass, soon covered in both buttocks with severe strips of cum. "He cums so fucking much."

When your orgasm passed, Nakyung and Youjin let go of your cock to each go to Chaeyeon's buttock and run their tongues over it. With that they each collected every drop of cum and swallowed it gladly.

With her ass already cleaned, Chaeyeon knelt up and turned around, leaned forward and grabbed your face to lick the entire side of your face, from your jaw to the side of your forehead.

"You fuck like a damn animal and you fascinate me because of it…" she said with a husky voice. "But I also want to know how you eat pussy while you fuck Nakyung-ssi."

"You better give me a break between fucks because I'm not made of steel," you said, catching your breath.

"Sit on his face Chaeyonie!" Aeri moaned from the couch.

"And you ride him, Nakyung-ssi!" Minjeong also said. "But do it in reverse so he can spank you full."

You didn't have time to turn around to see what the other girls were doing when Chaeyeon pushed you back and you fell lying on your back. The only thing you managed to see out of the corner of your eye was that Jihye was between Yunji's legs, on whose face Minha was straddled.

Chaeyeon wasted no time and climbed on top of your face, both thighs pressed on either side of your skull before lowering her hips and smothering you with her wet pussy, which you attacked without hesitation with intense licks. You noticed that she slumped forward, perhaps to eat Youjin's pussy since you heard her moans.

Nakyung meanwhile took your cock carefully and filled it with affectionate kisses and licks knowing that you must still be sensitive. However, the worry did not last long for her, because after a minute you felt her climb on top of you and grab your shaft to impale herself on it.

"Oh my god…" Nakyung moaned, as your cock slid into her pussy. "It feels better than I thought."

"I know right?" Chaeyeon said, also groaning. "That fucking piece of meat is magic."

"I'm glad you noticed! But is fucking mine!" you heard Jimin say.

“Shut your mouth, you hoarding bitch,” you heard Jihye from somewhere in the room.

You couldn't do anything but stick to the issue that prevented you from breathing properly thanks to your nose being buried between tender, wet flesh.

Chaeyeon's pussy was surprisingly delicious and soft; you found yourself more committed to eating it and tasting it as you expected. You grabbed her ass, with strong grips. She could only moan against Youjin's pussy, a reflection of yourself in that instant, as Nakyung had already started bouncing up and down hard.

A couple of minutes passed and now Nakyung was bouncing so hard against your cock that you felt like she was going to permanently pin you to the floor like a carpet. Chaeyeon on the other hand soon reached another orgasm, which she rode out while she grinded her pussy and her ass against your face. Her moans were like music to your ears; they were one of the prettiest you had ever heard from any girl, only below Ning's, Yuna's, and Jimin's.

"Well, apparently you eat pussy as well as you fuck…" Chaeyeon said between pants as she got off your face. "You should be careful, lest I become obsessed with you."

She disappeared from your sight, but you knew that she would focus entirely on Youjin. You now only had one possible point of focus: Nakyung's pretty round ass bouncing on top of your cock so fast that it jiggled hypnotically, leaving you delighted to comply with Minjeong's wishes.

As soon as the spanks began to fall on her ass Nakyung began to scream with pleasure and bounce faster now. You grabbed each of her buttocks, now marked in red by the palms of your hands.

"It feels so good oh my god!" Nakyung growled, digging her nails into your knees. "I'm going to fucking explode around that damn juicy cock… Mmmmgh!"

Just as she foreshadowed, just a couple of seconds later she dropped against your pelvis with a hard slam and let her orgasm take complete control of her body. She put her knees off the floor, and ground her hips back and forth in that movement that must have felt stupidly incredible to her.

Seconds later you heard another series of moans similar to those of Nakyung, it didn't take you long to know that they were from Youjin. You didn't know what Chaeyeon had done to her, but apparently she had cum pretty hard.

When Nakyung's orgasm passed, she got off your cock and turned around to lean down and kiss you, her hands resting on the sides of your head.

“You better go fuck Youjinie right now…” she murmured against your lips. "She's very pretty when overstimulated."

She moved away from you and you were finally able to sit up and turn around. Your gaze first went to the Aespa girls. They seemed to be taking a short break, since they were all sweaty, still, and breathing heavily. Of course the only one who seemed tireless was Minjeong, who watched intently as she fingered herself.

You soon understood why she looked so interested. Jihye and Yujin were scissoring, while stimulating Minha's pussy. Jihye worked her fingers in and out, and Yujin rubbed her clit in circles.

As much as you were tempted to continue staring there, a woman of small stature, small tits and a thick, stocky body called you. When you turned to look at her she was lying on her side, with her legs drawn up towards her body. Chaeyeon was next to her, licking her fingers.

Youjin made eye contact with you, knowing what you were about to do. You knelt down and positioned yourself in front of her, and without warning you grabbed your cock and took it inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck!!" she squealed, bringing her hand to her mouth as you slowly buried yourself inside her.

Chaeyeon lay down in front of her and kissed her. Nakyung joined you and lay down behind her, putting an arm over Youjin's body and kissing her neck and back.

Being completely inside her you let out a moan and placed a hand on her ass, which was as firm as Nakyung's. Youjin couldn't stop squirming and screaming against Chaeyeon's lips, who, eager to make the mess worse, brought a hand to Youjin's pussy to rub it. Thank god Nakyung was behind her to hold her, because otherwise she would be writhing like a snake in a well.

A minute later you were already hammering Youjin's pussy at a strong, constant pace. Same pussy that Chaeyeon was rubbing in quick circles, her face buried in Youjin's neck. Nakyung on the other hand was kissing their lips, groping her tits and holding her neck. Youjin simply couldn't form a single word, all that came out of her mouth were breathy moans and grunts of pleasure.

You were so focused on what was happening in front of you that you were surprised when Minha joined the three of you. The blonde girl, with disheveled hair and slightly smudged makeup, knelt next to you and looked at you, and then she brought her fingers inside Nakyung. She kissed you for a few seconds.

Minha's work was based solely on going from side to side fingering Nakyung and Chaeyeon, who unloaded all that pleasure that Minha gave them on Youjin, who at that point, between your strong thrusts and the additional pair of hands stimulating different parts of her body, she couldn't do anything but cry.

After a few seconds Youjin finally reached another orgasm, but this one came with a little additional surprise. You were forced to get out of her pussy, while she released a jet of squirt so powerful that it soaked both your cock and both of your thighs. Neither Chaeyeon nor Nakyung seemed to notice this, so they both continued to overstimulate her.

"Help me with Chaeyeonie, will you?" Minha said to your left, between gasps. "I want these three whores to cum at the same time."

"And what about you?" you asked between gasps, a bead of sweat falling down your temple.

"Those two made me cum almost as hard as you," she nodded toward Jihye and Yunji, who were still in a scissors position but were now kissing. "I'm fine for now."

"Let's get to work then, cutie," you winked, and brought your right hand between Chaeyeon's buttocks to insert your fingers into her pussy.

Chaeyeon moaned and looked at you, she was hugging Youjin's head, who in turn was clinging to Nakyung's waist with one arm. Minha took her fingers inside Nakyung, and you both pumped your wrists to fuck both pussies in an unstoppable frenzy.

You weren't finished with Younji yet, so you took your cock back into her already soaked pussy, which received you so gently that it felt like putting your cock between two clouds. She squirmed again when she felt you deep inside her, and she let out a squeal against Chaeyeon's chest, where she also sank her teeth.

You found it incredible how despite being fingered in the most frantic, careless manner possible, Chaeyeon and Nakyung were still committed to their job of turning Youjin into a quivering mess of squeals. Thanks to this, Youjin reached another orgasm almost immediately, and again, you had to leave her pussy for her to release the stream of squirt between spasms.

That of course was not an impediment for you to continue, since you yourself were close to cumming again, and you were dying to see your load mixed with those hot jets of squirt. Not even five seconds passed when you penetrated her again, to hammer her pussy again as if it were the first time you fucked her.

This time everything was ready for the final touch. You and Minha moved your wrists non-stop, fingers in and out of Chaeyeon and Nakyung's pussies. Youjin was paralyzed with pleasure, still like a piece of meat made only to be ruined as she took every inch of cock inside her.

The first to cum was Chaeyeon, who moved your wrist from here to there between spasms and squeals. She was followed closely by Nakyung, who dug her nails into Youjin's waist with her hand on her head. Then came Youjin, whose last spurt of squirt you felt around your cock but you still didn't stop, not until you finally came with a ferocious grunt.

You left only the tip of your cock inside Youjin's pussy as your jets of thick cum mixed with those of her squirt, which were considerably weaker than the first, but it was still such a stupidly hot image that it would stay with you for a long time.

Youjin's pussy was completely soaked with a mixture of both fluids. Not even the color of her folds was distinguishable among so much viscous white. The ground beneath you was also a mess: soaked with grossly extensive pools of fluid.

“Noh Jihye…” you said between gasps, and looked up at her. She didn't pay attention to you, since she was eating Yunji's pussy. "Noh Jihye!"

She turned to look at you, and it seemed only then that she realized what the four of you had been doing.

"Bring that girl to me right now," you pointed at Yunji. "I want to fuck her ass too bad."

"Are you kidding?" Aeri said from the couch. No one was fucking anymore. In fact, Ning and Rina were already asleep, only her and Minjeong were watching. "Are you going to fuck her ass when I no longer have the energy to continue touching myself?"

"This isn't just about you, Uchinaga, I'm sorry," you blew her a kiss, and since neither Yunji nor Jihye wanted to move from the spot, you went towards them.

"You're having a blast huh?" Jihye asked as soon as you knelt next to her. She grabbed your cock and rubbed it a few times, getting cum and squirt all over her hand. "It's well soaked and slippery already, I don't think you need any lub."

Yunji was already on her hands and knees in front of you, while she stared at you. She certainly had a body to die for, a perfect mix of muscle and curves. You had no doubt why Jihye had been eating her out from the beginning.

"Be careful with me or I swear I'll kill you…" Yunji warned you between heavy breaths.

"Oh don't worry, he's a sweetheart," Aeri said from the couch.

"And then he transforms into a rabid animal," Minjeong added.

"He does it to you because you're an insufferable bitch, Kim Minjeong," Jihye snapped.

You didn't say anything to avoid getting into an argument with Minjeong at that moment. You positioned yourself behind Yunji, and started groping her ass between caresses and squeezes. Then you made a gesture of already putting your tip inside her butthole, but Jihye put a hand on your abdomen and stopped you.

"Wait," she said. "Let me prepare her for you."

Jihye scooped up some cum from your cock with two fingers and brought them to Yunji's butthole. She rubbed the contour for a few seconds, and then slowly buried her fingers inside her. It was clear that Yunji had no experience with doing anal, so she had to be very careful and patient with her until finally her fingers fit completely.

She pumped her fingers in and out of Yunji's ass for a few seconds, aiming to stretch her ass enough that it wouldn't be such an extremely difficult task when it was your turn. Finally she pulled her fingers out of Yunji, and unexpectedly brought them to your mouth. It was a strange thing to taste traces of your own cum, but you weren't thinking about that, you were thinking about sucking Jihye's fingers while you stared into her eyes.

The only thing able to get you out of that trance was Jihye herself, who took her fingers out of your mouth, grabbed your chin and made you look back at Yunji, whose slightly dilated ass was already waiting for you. Then you took your cock, and as carefully as you could, you began to bury it inside her butthole.

Despite Jihye's previous efforts, it was indeed a difficult task. Yunji reminded you of Yuna the first time she tried to get fucked in her ass, a constant push and pull with every inch you managed to take inside her. Jihye was next to her the entire time, trying in every way possible to make her relax. Even Aeri was being helpful.

But when you were fully inside her ass and were able to give her the first few pumps, you found that she was absolutely delighted to have her butthole completely filled with thick, wet, throbbing meat.

Jihye didn't stay still; as if your cock going in and out of Yunji's ass wasn't enough, she got under Yunji and took her fingers inside her pussy. She was also dangerously close to your balls, which she didn't hesitate to take to her mouth to suck and lick while the two of you fucked Yunji.

Both you and Yunji were moaning non-stop, she from being fucked in two holes at the same time, and you from being fucking that tight ass while Jihye's prodigious mouth was sucking on your balls. However, the first to cum in record time was Yunji. You had to hold her by a handful of hair and with your other hand on her lower back.

Yunji's moans, who were the only ones in the room at the moment, became louder and more numerous. She had tears in her eyes, as you were now fucking her as hard as you always fucked Aeri or Rina. But because you didn't want to leave her with an incomplete experience, you moved Jihye's fingers away from inside her pussy to pull your cock out of her ass and replace them with it.

"What the f-! Oh god!!" Yunji screeched, and smacked the floor as you now hammered her pussy and shook her back and forth.

Jihye crawled out from under Yunji's body and went to kneel behind you. She hugged you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder as she took three of her fingers inside Yunji's ass, as a replacement for your cock.

You and Jihye made her cum once again, but this time Yunji dropped her stomach down, so your cock and Jihye's fingers involuntarily popped out of her holes as she writhed in pleasure.

"You still have a load left… right?" Jihye whispered in your ear, and she grabbed your cock to rub it slowly. "Wouldn't you like to paint our pretty faces with it?"

“I don't know how you can ask that, Noh Jihye…” you gasped, watching her hand run up and down your slippery cock.

"Girls?" Jihye called. "It's time for dinner."

Her words were like a call for the dead to revive, as a few seconds passed before Minha, Nakyung, Yunji and Chaeyeon surrounded you. Yunji also knelt up, visibly more exhausted than any of them. You couldn't help but let out a stupid giggle, feeling like the Pepe on the floor meme.

You stood up, and the standing girls automatically got on their knees. Jihye directly took the center. On her right side was Chaeyeon, and on the left was Minha. Nakyung, in front of Chaeyeon, and Younji, in front of Minha, positioned themselves closer to you. Yunji positioned herself directly under your cock, kneeling in front of Jihye.

The gazes of that fierce pack of wolves stayed on you for a few long seconds, until, unable to hold it anymore, began to devour your cock from all possible directions and ways.

If you already felt like the luckiest man in the world, feeling the mouths and tongues of six girls move up and down your cock made you feel like you had an eternal debt to pay to the universe.

Jihye, Chaeyeon and Minha were the main ones in charge of taking you inside their mouths. The three of them took turns every few seconds, each one sucking you off in a different way. Jihye did it slowly and sensually, just like she knew you loved it. Minha was more frenetic and messy. And Chaeyeon was a perfect hybrid between the two, with the peculiarity that she deepthroated you whenever she saw fit.

The other three girls were dedicated to licking every corner of your shaft that was not being sucked at the moment. Yunji focused on the base of your cock and balls, while Nakyung and Youjin sucked, licked, kissed, and slurped the sides of your shaft whenever one of the other three moved their heads away.

"That's so hot what the fuck…" you heard Aeri say, followed by a small moan.

And indeed it was. Your eyes felt cloudy, as did your mind. Your entire body, from your feet to your hands, felt padded, alien to you, as if they were not part of that plane of existence. It was the closest experience you had ever had to being high without needing any drugs.

"Jihye is such a bitch for leaving us out of the game…" Minjeong grumbled, still resentful.

"God, shut the hell up Minjeong," you managed to say between ragged gasps, feeling yourself getting closer. "G-Girls…?"

The six of them stopped suddenly and readjusted themselves, in the same positions only now they were all cheek to cheek, forming a perfect canvas to paint for you. You brought your hand to your cock and stroked it as fast as you could, your jaw clenched and grunts coming from your throat. Out of all the girls you were only able to make permanent eye contact with Jihye, and that was until you exploded all over her face first.

As much as you wanted to give Jihye the exclusivity of having your entire load to herself, you had to be evenhanded and drain yourself all over every face and every tongue of all of them. But you still had one last trump card in your favor.

"Snowball and make sure you give all the final load to the boss…" you said, looking at each of the white-stained faces.

They all obeyed and began to clean each other's faces, passing the loads from mouth to mouth. The person in charge of passing the final load to Jihye, mixed with the saliva of each of them, was Chaeyeon, who grabbed Jihye by the chin and let it fall from her tongue to hers.

You watched open-mouthed as the waterfall of thick fluid fell from tongue to tongue. Jihye had her gaze on you, making sure you were watching as all your cum was on her tongue before she swallowed it.

All the girls collapsed on the floor, some more resoundingly than others, but they all fainted. You fell to your knees right in front of Jihye, your faces mere inches apart. You two stared at each other for a few long seconds, panting and sweaty, until you could no longer hold your own body due to exhaustion.

You fell back to the floor, eyes weakly fixed on the ceiling. You had Chaeyeon on your side, and Minha on the other, both with their eyes closed and curled up against themselves. Your eyes didn't feel heavy or anything, but the pain in your trembling thighs left you wanting to do nothing more.

You made a pillow with your two hands behind your neck, and at your own will you closed your eyes. It wasn't long before you fell asleep like everyone else.

Waking up the next morning felt like the disastrous result of a night full of drinks. But the reality was that you hadn't even drunk that much. Your body hurt, especially your thighs, and also your head.

You rubbed your eyes with your knuckles and sat up. You looked around. The ones responsible for making you feel like a bulldozer had run over you were lying around you, peacefully asleep as if they hadn't squeezed your balls mercilessly.

The only one who had clung to you during the night had been Chaeyeon. Her thigh was above yours, and you had her arm over your abdomen. That girl was too pretty, and she kind of reminded you of Jihye because of the way she could easily be mistaken for an idol.

"I may be wrong, but I think she likes you," a voice said behind you.

Talking about the devil.

You turned to find Jihye, still naked, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. She had her legs up, a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other.

"She better not get too obsessed," you shook your head, and gently pushed Chaeyeon off you.

"Difficult when you fucked her that well," Jihye replied without looking at you, then took a sip of her coffee.

You let out a chuckle and stood up to walk towards her.

"The night took an unexpected turn huh?" you said, as you sat next to her.

Jihye turned to look at you, and maybe she could tell that you felt like an idiotic zombie just by your face, because she held out her cup of coffee for you to drink too.

"Maybe for you," she said. "Everyone here knows what happens when there is an after party during a tour."

You took a sip of the coffee. It was strong as a son of a bitch, with rather little sugar. But it was appreciated considering the situation.

"Thank you for reaffirming that I'm still a clueless fool," you sighed.

You put the coffee cup aside and laid your head on Jihye's shoulder. You closed your eyes again, and clung to her with a hug around her waist.

"Don't get used to it, anyway," she said, and she rested an arm on your back to stroke your hair. "After parties happen, but this one was… wild."

"Well no shit. It felt like a fucking decathlon."

"Oh, and you still have to deal with them by getting them all up and ready to go," she left your hair and reached out to pick up the cup again and take a sip.

"And may I know what you will be doing, Noh Jihye?"

"Pay extra money to the hotel staff for cleaning and for extra discretion," she replied with a giggle.

"Maybe you say it as a joke but it would be the most sensible thing to do," you laughed too.

"Do you think we're millionaires or what?"

You wrinkled your forehead, opened your eyes and looked at her.

"Honey, don't make me remind you of the stupid amount of funds that are provided to you."

"None of it is for paying for additional cleaning," she replied, and took a sip of her coffee as she looked at you with doe-eyed, innocent eyes.

"I don't care, pay those poor souls for having to clean up this mess," you cupped the side of her face and kissed her cheek before standing up.

She raised an eyebrow.

"May I know why you are giving me orders?"

"Because you can't contradict me on this one," you responded. "And because you seem to love it."

Jihye remained silent, and you could notice how her cheeks acquired a cute blush. You giggled, winked at her and got to work.

The first thing you really wanted to do was take a shower, but you knew you weren't going to have enough time, so you just got dressed as quickly as you could and started waking the girls up one by one. Jimin had woken up during the process, so she helped you with the Aespa girls. There were all kinds of different reactions from each one, but the common feel was feeling like they were in a vegetative state while they were getting dressed.

Once you were all dressed and 'ready' to go, you organized the room as well as you could, collected your things and went down to the lobby before heading to the airport, where you would finally say goodbye to the USA for a long time.

As soon as the plane had taken off you had settled into your seat, played The Smiths' The Queen is Dead album on a small portable speaker, and took a well-deserved comfortable nap. By the time you woke up, Jihye was sitting at the table with her laptop open, working. You had your own cabin on each jet, just for the two of you, a habit that started accidentally but that you couldn't even remotely refuse.

"I never thought I'd like them so much," she said when she saw that you had woken up, referring to The Smiths. "I thought they would be as unbearable as the Sex Pistols."

You had been showing her different classic rock albums and bands during those moments alone on flights. You had shown her the Sex Pistols mostly out of cultural obligation, not because you liked them.

"Few things are more unbearable than the Sex Pistols, believe me," you replied through a yawn.

"This album was pretty good, I think it's one of my favorites along with OK Computer and the Led Zeppelin one… I don't remember the name."

"Physical Graffiti?"

"Aha, that one."

"I'm glad you have good tastes," you smiled, and took the blanket off you to go sit next to her.

You crossed your arms, staring at her laptop screen as she wrote and read emails while playing Poly Bridge. Fascinating and attractive to say the least. It was then that your mind began to recapitulate all the events of last night, and you realized a detail that you had overlooked.

"You do realize that you and I didn't… you know, yesterday?" You threw the question into the air.

Jihye stayed very still for a few seconds, but then she continued typing. You looked at her. She seemed too serious. In a normal situation she would have joked with you.

"Actually no, I hadn't thought about it," she replied.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds. Long ago it would have been impossible for you to decipher how that woman felt, but you had learned to recognize her signs and behavior patterns.

"What's wrong dear?" you finally asked.

Jihye took a deep breath and sank into the seat. She closed the laptop, and crossed her arms before looking at you.

"If I tell you, will you be upset with me?"

"Depends."

“Well…” she bit her bottom lip and avoided your gaze. "I contacted Irene."

"Noh Jihye!" you scolded her with a frown.

"Ugh! I couldn't just ignore all this! I wanted to touch ground."

"By talking to your ex that you had blocked?"

"I have no intentions of reconnecting my ties with her!" Jihye protested.

You sighed, and shook your head.

"You better."

"And… don't you want to know what I said to her?" she ventured.

"Not really, but you're going to tell me anyway."

"I texted her asking how she was doing, and that her members were worried about her."

You nodded.

"And may I know what you hope to get out of that?"

“I…” she trailed off. "I don't know. But what worries me most is that she hasn't answered anything yet."

"It must be like 10 at night there. Just calm down, she'll answer…" you looked out the window and were silent for a moment. "Unfortunately," you said softly.

Jihye looked at you with a little smile.

"Are you jealous?"

It took you more time to answer that question than you would have liked.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Noh Jihye."

"Nothing, nothing," she laughed, and leaned on your shoulder to look at her phone.

You and Jihye spent the time watching a show that she had downloaded on her laptop. You were interrupted by the voice of the jet pilot, who informed you that you were about to land in Mexico City, a city you never thought you would visit. Not for anything specific. But because it was so stupidly far away that you never considered it a tourist destination.

To your pleasant surprise, it was a most charming and picturesque city. You didn't know to what extent you would have time to go out and do some sightseeing, but it was evident that the city was full of the most interesting and historically rich places. It would be fun to explore with the girls.

The hotel you would stay at was the Hyatt Regency, located right next to what you had been told was called Bosque de Chapultepec, an extensive park that you were excited to learn had a zoo.

Your room was quite nice, with a warm lighting that was rare to see in hotels of this nature. There was a king size bed to the left, behind the backrest of which glowed orange LED lighting. There was also a small corner sofa, with a short circular table. On the opposite side of the room you had a wooden desk with its respective chair and a lamp, a television attached to the wall and a short sofa without armrests perfect for leaving your things.

That day was uneventful. All the girls, including you, had decided to give that entire day of rest to yourselves. It was something that, at least for you, considered completely necessary, since you were still mentally exhausted from the events of the previous night. You had no social battery left, basically. You did talk to Jimin, Ning, and Jihye via text, but they were only short conversations to check in with each other.

The day alone was also your perfect time to relax and meditate on everything that had been going on with a cool head. Although you were still unsettled by Jihye's recent re-contact with Irene, you knew that she had a good reason for doing so. But that still worried you for the simple fact that you didn't know how weak Jihye could still be to that woman's suggestions. She could be blatantly lying to her, and poor Jihye might never realize it unless she saw it right under her nose. You would have to trust her, you had no choice.

But underneath all that worry you were upset with her, and you couldn't identify why. You had seen that woman cry like a heartbroken child in your arms because of that harpy, and you worked hard with her to be able to remove that parasite. Were you upset because she had taken a step back, or because you were jealous?

Wait, why the hell would you be jealous?

You found yourself clenching your fists under the shower, imagining a scenario in which Jihye would return to that woman's arms like a moth to a lamp. Only then were you able to confirm that you were indeed jealous. But that led you to the same question: why the hell were you jealous of her if you knew you didn't have to? It's not like you're a couple, or like each other.

When you got out of the shower you forced yourself to stop thinking about it. You didn't want to spend the rest of the day bitter and upset with your own feelings. Disconnecting was what you needed most at that moment, and what better way to do it than lying in your bed and playing an Elton John album? Goodbye Yellow Brick Road was always your best friend in times like that.

You spent the rest of the day doing just that: listening to music, singing to yourself as you walked around your room while looking at the lyrics on your phone. A kind of solitary karaoke.

By the time your throat got tired you finally turned off the music and dedicated yourself to watching National Geographic documentaries, tucked between the sheets with comfortable clothes, snacks and a can of Pepsi that you had bought when you arrived at the hotel. And by midnight you were already asleep.

The next morning you unfortunately had to return to exhaustive reality.

Jihye herself came to wake you up around 9 in the morning. She wasn't as intrusive and unbearable as in Miami, when she almost broke down the door with a battering ram. But she made you hurry up to go down with her to a private dining room that they had gotten for that day's meeting/breakfast.

It was a small room, with a rectangular window that ran from one end of the wall to the other. The table was right in the middle, with three chairs on each side. At one end of it was a coffee maker and a small sink. The most notable thing, apart from the immaculate city views, were the cube-shaped lamps, each with different degrees of inclination, hanging one meter from the ceiling.

The girls were already there. Rina and Minjeong were sitting in their chairs, while Aeri and Ning were standing in front of the window, admiring the city. They sat down too when you and Jihye did.

It was a morning meeting like any other, where Jihye gave you all the details about future itineraries, logistics issues, and safety precautions to take into account. Breakfast was served to you by the chefs who prepared it in person. They constantly entered and left through a door on the side of the room, complying with the different orders that you gave them.

"Hey, I booked places at a restaurant tonight for dinner," Jihye said halfway through breakfast. "And I think we'll go to a bar too, I was looking at some places."

"Fuck, you're fast, woman," Jimin said, eyes on her plate. "Do you have scout rangers spread all over the city or what?"

"Well, actually…" Jihye let the sentence hang in the air and shrugged before shoving a mouthful of scrambled egg into her mouth.

"Are you Lord Varys?" you asked.

"Maybe," she said. "But I do have genitals."

You and Aeri laughed, but the rest of the girls didn't seem to catch the reference. Apparently you would have to evangelize them too. Although it seemed incredible to you that Jimin, being the way she was, had never seen that show.

At the end of breakfast Jihye told you that she wanted you to be ready in the lobby around 6 pm. You all agreed, and then you went your separate ways. Aeri, Minjeong and Jimin would go explore the hotel facilities, while Jihye would go do manager things. You expected Ning to leave with the girls, but she caught up with you in the hallway, grabbed your hand, and pressed herself against your arm.

"Do you have plans for this afternoon, dear?" she asked as you walked down the hallway.

You intertwined your fingers with hers.

“Not really,” you turned to look at her. "Why? Do you want to do something?"

"I'm happy to snuggle with you all afternoon," she said, looking at you with those pretty, adorable eyes. "Maybe we can watch Game of Thrones together, too."

You smiled.

"Really? I didn't think that was your kind of show."

You and her got into the elevator. You pressed the button for your floor.

"And it's not," she admitted. "But if I watch it with you it could be fun."

She stood with her back in front of you and leaned against your chest. You wrapped your arm around her collarbone and looked at her before filling the side of her face with affectionate kisses.

"We have a date then," you said.

Ning smiled, one hand on your forearm, and then she sought your lips to kiss you until you reached your floor. But if it hadn't been for an unknown man clearing his throat to get your attention, you wouldn't have realized that the doors had opened.

With blushing cheeks, the two of you apologized in English and walked down the hall towards your room, giggling.

You and Ning almost finished the first season that same day, only interrupted by the fact that it would be too late if you stayed watching the last episode. But you had achieved your goal: she had loved the show, and couldn't have been more fascinated with the story and the characters. Of course, you had to take a long pause because she couldn't stop laughing once she knew who Lord Varys was.

Around five in the afternoon she left your room on her way to her own. It was time to get ready to leave, and a part of you was dying of laziness to have to get out of bed and take a shower again. But it was getting up, or Jihye beating you up, and it wasn't a good idea to play with her patience when she made plans.

After a small shower you chose your outfit: loose khaki pants, an olive wool sweater and a gray jacket on top. You had to admit that the fashion tips Ning gave were incredibly useful; you had never found a use you liked for that jacket until she specifically told you how to wear it.

Promptly at 6 you met Ning and Minjeong in the lobby. Minjeong wore her brown hair up, with a jean corset and low-rise jeans that revealed a little too much of her abdomen. Ning on the other hand wore her hair in two braids in front of her shoulders, a long black dress buttoned down the center and two black cotton forearm sleeves.

They both looked gorgeous, but neither left you as stunned as the one who joined you minutes later.

Jihye arrived dressed very much like her. Baggy white sweatpants, white fitted crop top and a black and white jersey jacket. She rarely wears woolen hats like that time, much less wears decorations in her hair or accessories like necklaces. But she had it all together. And if that wasn't enough, she looked so stupidly beautiful with that perfect makeup that you found yourself with your mouth slightly open.

Minjeong laughed and with her fingers she lifted your jaw.

"There are flies, idiot," she said, as Jihye stood next to you.

You came back to reality and stopped looking at her so she wouldn't think you had run out of gray matter.

"And the other two brats?" Jihye asked, and she immediately linked her arm with yours. You stayed very still, hiding your nerves.

Minjeong shrugged.

"God knows, I don't," she replied.

"Thank you, Minjeong, always so helpful," Jihye rolled her eyes. "And you?" she looked at Ning, who was taking selfies.

"I literally haven't heard from either of them since they left with Minjeong earlier."

Jihye huffed in frustration and still clinging to your arm she began to turn in all directions.

"Honey, calm down," you had to tell her, with a gentle squeeze to her arm. "Look over there."

She relented and looked where you were pointing. Aeri and Jimin came from a direction that made no sense, since the elevators were on the exact opposite side. On the side they came from were the multiple event rooms that the hotel housed.

"May I know where the hell you were?" Jihye asked when they joined you.

"Oh, there was a little fashion event over there," Jimin said. "They gave us nice clothes!"

You all frowned.

"In exchange of…?" Jihye ventured. "Yoo Jimin, don't tell me that…"

"God no!" Jimin yelled. "They asked us who we were, and we showed them our Instagram profiles."

"They gave us all this in exchange for uploading a post with some clothes on," Aeri said.

"And that's it?" Jihye said.

"Uh… yeah?"

"Did they not demand other strange things from you or put conditions under the table?"

"… No?" they both said.

Jihye placed two fingers on her septum and took a deep breath.

"I'll let you guys slide this time because it sounds silly and it's not a scam," she held up a finger. "But let this be the last time you do something like this without telling me."

They both remained silent like scolded toddlers.

“But…” Jimin started. "I look pretty, don't I?"

"Shut up, it's time to go."

All the staff members who had decided to accept the invitation were already gathered towards the exit of the hotel, ready to get into their cars and leave. You wouldn't use the vans on that occasion since you didn't want to attract too much attention, so you went in ordinary sedans. The only 'bad' thing was that since you and the girls were six people, you were a little cramped, so Ning had to sit on your lap the whole way to the restaurant.

You went to a restaurant called Rosetta, a picturesque and rustic place that from the first moment seemed beautiful to you because of how original and cozy it was. It didn't look fancy either, in fact it looked like it was permanently stuck in the 80's, with plants and vines everywhere.

It was a place specialized in Italian food with Mexican touches. For starters you had some kale tacos and buttered rye bread. Then, for the main course you had baked suckling pig with sweet potato puree, and lastly for dessert you had manila mango with yogurt and coconut sorbets.

Dinner was quiet and without any major inconveniences. When it was over, you all stayed chatting and resting the food for about twenty minutes until you finally left to head to the bar that Jihye had found.

The bar in question turned out to be not only a bar, but also a place for karaoke, food and a jazz club, with its own little stage and everything. The warm lights were dim; they gave an intimate atmosphere to the place, which was filled with black leather sofas of all possible sizes and arrangements.

The place was packed with people, which immediately put you on alert and had you analyzing each person separately in search of any suspicious glance towards the girls. Luckily, you didn't find anything. The only glances you got were the kind that attractive people attracted when they arrived at a place.

Despite how full the place seemed, it was easy for you to find empty places to sit. That meant that both groups of people were pretty far apart from each other, but no one seemed to care. What Jihye did make sure was to have you close to her at all times; she constantly held your hand and arm.

The drinks began to fall, in the case of you and Jihye, they did so calmly and responsibly. The reason was simple: you were in charge of four wild nature girls. If you got drunk, may God have mercy on them. Still there wasn't that much to worry about with Rina and Jimin; they were responsible enough to be able to take care of themselves. The real threats were Minjeong and Ning, and they were already getting unruly. Nothing to worry about yet, but you had an eye on them at all times.

After two hours Aeri and Jimin went home early. The excuse they had made was that they had wanted to watch a movie together for days, so after getting approval from Jihye and an assigned staff member, they went to the hotel. That left you alone with the two maknaes, whose drinks were already beginning to show.

All the while Jihye was still stuck to you like a keychain. She kept clinged to your arm, but soon she couldn't stop holding onto your hand. On very rare occasions she was this affectionate towards you, speaking to you in her sweet little voice, not the boss tone, and calling you pet names. The last time she had acted like this was when you were out for drinks alone, back in Atlanta.

"Hey, does anyone catch your attention?" you asked her. You were sitting close to each other, on a sofa on the side farthest from all the commotion, from where you could see everything that was happening from a perfect angle. You both looked at Ning, who was wearing a cowboy hat and riding a mechanical bull amidst giggles and encouraging words from Minjeong.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Jihye asked, and she took a swig of her beer, which she then placed on the table in front of you.

"You know what I'm talking about," you said, and you imitated her. "I see some pretty pretty girls, actually."

"There are, yeah," she nodded, and placed a hand on your thigh. But you didn't pay attention to that detail.

"Do you see them? Blonde hair, black blouse over there…" you began to describe. "A pretty brunette in a white sweater over there…"

You turned to look at her, but she seemed completely uninterested in the descriptions you offered about the girls for her to see. You wrinkled your brow, and tilted your head.

"Dear, are you okay?" you asked, filled with complete stupidity

She looked into your eyes for a few long seconds of silence.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"What did I do?"

"Oh my god…" she took a deep breath, and looked at the ceiling. "Please don't make me do it. Realize."

You looked in every possible direction, searching for what you needed to realize. Finding nothing, you looked back at her and shrugged.

"Ugh, fine. I'll make you realize."

Jihye left her phone on the table, and in one swift movement she straddled you. You were paralyzed, and then she grabbed your face to crash her lips against yours.

Everything around you seemed to disappear. The music, the chattering, the cheering, the sound of glasses clinking together, everything faded into the background as that pair of soft, plump, delicious lips danced against yours.

You were unable to move for the first few seconds, still unable to believe what was happening. Then you did react, and wrapped your arms around Jihye's small frame to press her chest against yours. Her thighs were clamped on either side of your hips, as if simply loosening them would mean you would separate from her.

But there was no possible way for that to happen. An earthquake, a tornado, a hurricane and even the fucking apocalypse could happen: you didn't want to stop kissing her, feeling that safe and comforting warmth against you. The worst part was that those lips felt just like you always imagined and even better, with a hazelnut aftertaste that you were afraid you would become addicted to.

Jihye hugged your head, and she stroked the hair on the back of your neck with such gentleness, such affection, that you felt tingles in your body. She pulled away from your lips, and pressed your foreheads together.

"You're slow, darling," she murmured, and she gave you another small kiss. "Too fucking slow. You're the only person I want to hook up with, you stupid ape."

You placed your hands on the sides of her body, and caressed her skin with your fingertips.

"Not even with Irene?"

Jihye let out an incredulous laugh.

"God, I knew you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous," you lied.

"Aha. No, silly. Not even with Irene," she kissed your nose, then your lips again. "I currently only have interest in one person."

"Geez, that must be me."

"Yeah, that's you," she nodded, and looked down as she realized something. Your cock was painfully hard under your pants. "Oh, I think I woke someone up… why don't you take me back to the hotel and fuck me, pretty boy?"

You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her again for a few seconds. Then she got off your lap, and you both slid off the couch to go next to Ning and Minjeong. The two of them were at the bar, laughing like idiots in the middle of a round of shots.

"Girls, we're going back to the hotel, but you'll stay with a team that will take you back later," Jihye told them.

Minjeong turned to look at you and frowned at the sight of you holding hands. She looked at you too, apparently noticing that your mouth must have been smeared with Jihye's lipstick.

"You're going to fuck huh?" she said, and let out a few worryingly high-pitched laughs. Ning imitated her. "It's about time you did it. Get out, then."

She gave you a disinterested wave of her hand and turned to Ning again to resume the clearly coherent and logical conversation they must have been having.

You two also stopped by the bar area where the staff members were. There were only a couple who seemed sober at the moment, and it was to them that you entrusted the responsibility of watching over Ning and Minjeong.

With nothing else to do there, Jihye took you by the hand out of the bar and you got into one of the cars. Each driver already had clear pre-established orders, so as soon as you closed the door to the back seat, he set off towards the hotel.

Neither you nor Jihye were shameless teenagers; you weren't going to put on a show there and make the driver uncomfortable. You limited yourself to holding your hands together, kissing in silence all the way to the hotel, which luckily was short.

Getting out of the car and thanking the driver, you and Jihye hurriedly headed to your room, and as soon as you entered, you both wrapped yourself in each other's arms to share a torrid and sensual kiss.

"Have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?" you said in the middle of the kiss, and then you took off her jacket.

"Really?" she replied in a cute tone, also taking yours from you and tossing it next to hers. "Because I got ready like this just for you…"

"I love it…" you gasped against her lips, and now with no possible restraints to stop you, you began to grope her, starting with her ass. "You've had me drooling ever since we went to the damn restaurant."

Jihye gasped against your lips as well, and you managed to hear a hint of a moan. She placed a hand on the hard bulge in your pants, squeezing it between a series of desire-filled kisses.

"Then learn to read the signs, idiot," she bit your lip, and unbuttoned your pants before taking off your sweater. "You could have kissed me back in Atlanta."

You lowered your pants and boxers to your ankles. Jihye immediately grabbed your cock with one hand and started rubbing it slowly, while you put yourselves on equal footing by pulling down her sweatpants and panties as well.

"The whole Irene thing was very fresh back then," you replied, and took off her white top along with the sports bra she was wearing underneath, the only two pieces of clothing left to take off. "I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of it."

You groped every corner of Jihye's body like it was your favorite activity in the world. Her smooth back, her thin arms, her sexy marked abdomen, her firm ass and her pretty legs, all of that was a point of caressing and touching for you.

“Honey… you're such a sweetheart,” she moaned against your lips, moving her hand over your cock. "But I can't believe how slow you are."

Jihye grabbed your cock and rubbed the tip between the folds of her tight little pussy, causing you to moan and squeeze her ass. You then grabbed her waist and lifted her to throw her on your bed. You fell on top of her, making a cage with your body.

"Does that mean I can now kiss you whenever I want?" you asked, and buried your face in her neck to fill it with kisses.

Jihye moaned, and trapped you with her arms and legs as you placed kisses along her neck, along her jaw, and down to her collarbone.

"Whenever you want…" she gasped. "But preferably not in front of girls, please."

You chuckled.

"Gotcha."

The moans, cute and sensual, became louder as you lowered your kisses further. You moved past her small tits, and sucked on her nipples for a few short seconds before moving down towards her abdomen, the same one she loved to show off because of how sexy it was; you filled it with kisses and licks too.

When you got to her lower body you were very patient; it was the first time you had her all to yourself, you weren't going to waste the moment rushing straight into the action, instead you made sure to cover as many spaces with your mouth as possible. Jihye didn't seem to mind, on the contrary she twisted her hips and moaned with pleasure every time your lips touched a sensitive spot for her.

That way you covered every corner of her abdomen, her thighs, her legs and even her feet. By the time you looked at her pussy, you noticed it was already wet and shiny. It looked stupidly delicious, more appetizing to you than any sophisticated dish, and it made your mouth water just looking at it.

You grabbed her thighs, pulled them back and settled face down with your face between her legs to finally sink your mouth into that slit of tender, wet flesh.

Jihye let out a moan that was like music to your ears. She clung to your head, over which she tangled her fingers between strands of your hair. Her legs came to rest over your shoulders, feet intertwined behind your back while you tasted her pussy as if it were your first meal in years.

There was an inexplicable feeling in pleasuring Jihye, something completely different from anything you had previously experienced with a girl. You didn't know what it was, you just knew that the mere act of making her moan and squirm at your expense was almost as pleasurable as your own orgasm itself.

Your hands couldn't stay still in one place; they went from her waist to her abdomen, then up to her tits, and then back down to her thighs to hold them. It was kind of maddening, because you only had two hands to touch just two places on her that you loved at the same time.

"Keep it up baby…" she moaned as she stroked your hair and squirmed slowly. "Your mouth feels so good, oh god!"

You knew right away that what she liked was passion, love making, not unbridled madness. Slow and sensual movements, with which you could get more neuroreceptors to fire in her. Thanks to this knowledge, Jihye soon became a mess of ravishing moans thanks to the licks you gave to her clit and the kisses you placed up and down her pussy.

She looked like she was close to cumming, so you looked up at her. You found her eyes fixed on yours, and her mouth half open between the most satisfying moans you had ever heard. She bit her lip, let her head fall back and arched her back before exploding in your mouth.

Jihye's fluids, which leaked through her folds as she writhed in a sexy orgasm, were like sweet nectar brought down from Olympus itself by the gods for you. You ate her out through these spasms, your tongue running up and down her pussy in your eagerness to taste as much as possible.

When her orgasm passed she looked at you and took off her hat to throw it somewhere in your room.

"Kiss me and fuck me please," she begged. "You don't know how much I need you inside me."

You knelt up and leaned towards her, both forearms resting on either side of her head before kissing her again. She moaned against your lips, over and over again as she grabbed your cock and rubbed it desperately between her wet folds.

Jihye pulled away from your lips and spit on her own hand, then you stared into each other's eyes just inches away from each other as she brought that hand to your cock, lubricated it with saliva, and pressed it against her pussy.

Your tip entered her pussy, suffocatingly tight. And then…

Her phone rang.

You stopped short, between labored breaths.

"Tell me it's a joke…" you mumbled painfully.

You wanted it to be that way, but no. The phone continued to ring non-stop, buried in your pile of clothes.

"Bloody fucking hell," she said in English, with a perfect British accent, and she closed her eyes for patience. "I'm sorry honey, you know I have to answer."

She left a kiss on your lips and with a little push on your abdomen she pushed you off of her. You remained lying on one side of the bed, watching as she stood up and went to look for her phone in her sweatpants.

"Yes?" Jihye said as she answered the call. "You caught me at a fucking bad time…" she frowned at what she heard on the other end of the line. "WHAT?!" she yelled, annoyed. "You have to be fucking kidding! Ugh!" she growled, and clenched her fist in the air. "Okay, just bring them back!"

She finally hung up, and you looked at her worriedly.

"Baby, this will have to wait," she wailed, clearly sad. "Duty calls. The whores we left at the bar apparently refused to come back unless they brought with them four men they met."

Your blood boiled instantly. But directly proportional to your anger was your concern, since even there in Mexico, with less public scrutiny, that was not a good thing at all.

You and Jihye dressed as quickly as you could, forgetting what you had been doing for now. You ended up meeting with the security team in the lobby, while they tried to escort the girls to their room. The four men came after them.

"Who the hell let Ning drink fucking tequila?!" Jihye shouted to the staff members as they walked with the girls towards you. "Sorry guys, get out of here."

Jihye and the security team tried to kick out the men as politely as possible, but Minjeong pulled Jihye by her jacket.

"Hey!" she screeched. "What do you think you're doing?! They're my guests and you can't do this to them!!" she whimpered.

Ning looked dazed, you knew her well enough to know that the poor girl didn't even know where she was standing at the moment. The person responsible for all of this was Minjeong, and you were really fucking upset with her.

"Minjeong, shut your mouth," Jihye warned sternly. "Come on guys, walk, walk."

"I do not allow it!!" Minjeong screamed even louder, making quite a fucking scene in the lobby. "This is unfair, don't be a bitch!"

"Ugh, fine!!" Jihye shouted too, suddenly turning to look at her. "Go to your room and fuck them, you stupid fucking spoiled unbearable whore!!"

Suddenly your head started to hurt. You immediately went to Ning, who you sternly grabbed by the arm to pull her with you and lead the way to Minjeong's room. Followed by herself, Jihye and the four men.

“Don't be mad at me…” Ning muttered.

"You better shut your mouth, Ning Yizhuo," you replied coldly, as you got into the elevator. "You played with our trust."

"But it was Minjeong's idea!" she protested with a lump in her throat.

"I don't care whose idea it was!" you screamed. "Are you guys fucking crazy or what?!"

You arrived at Minjeong's apartment in silence and waited in front of her door for her to arrive and open the door so you could enter inside. The first thing you did was sit Ning on the sofa in the corner, and you took off her sandals.

"We're safe now, boss," Minjeong told Jihye. "You can go now."

"I'm not fucking sure about that, Kim Minjeong," snarled Jihye. "You're lucky I'm also too fucking angry to stay here as a chaperone," she looked at you. "Good luck with them."

Jihye then turned around and left the room slamming the door. She left you alone with the two girls and four men who you knew you couldn't communicate with. You had to use the translator app to let them know something very important.

"No tocar a la chica de negro. Ella está muy borracha," said the translator's voice in Spanish.

The men frowned at you, clearly disappointed. But luckily they seemed to understand.

"Huh? What did you tell them?" Minjeong asked you, as she knelt in front of one of the men.

"That they can't touch Ning," you said flatly, and stood in an opposite corner of the room with your arms crossed.

Ning looked up, and couldn't even formulate a response as her eyes were filled with tears. She knew you were upset with her too, and got especially sentimental when she drank too much.

"But-"

"Shut your fucking mouth and don't drag her into your fucking whore decisions, Kim Minjeong!!" you exploded, and even the men seemed to be frightened by your anger. "Grow the fuck up!"

"Ugh, fine," she rolled her eyes. "How sensitive."

Then your torture began: watching Minjeong suck the cocks of four unknown men. They had stripped her naked in the blink of an eye, and had her on her knees to surround her. Then she began to suck each cock hungrily, slurping on each shaft while she used her hands to rub the ones she didn't have in her mouth.

Ning had lain on her side on the couch, and you noticed that she had cried herself to sleep. You felt sorry for her, but at the same time you didn't. She was an adult, and she was perfectly aware of her own decisions, no matter how much she allowed herself to be tainted by Minjeong. If she had made the decision to bring those men while halfway sober you would have let it go, but you weren't even sure she had a say in the first place. It all seemed like a very fucked up plan on Minjeong's part to make you upset, and the poor Ning was affected by the collateral damage.

When the men decided that Minjeong had sucked too much cock they positioned her on her bed, on her hands and knees, ready to be fucked. One of them knelt behind her ready to fuck her, but you quickly stopped him and typed into the translator.

"Que creen que están haciendo. Usen protección, todos ustedes," the translator said for you.

The men were forced to obey very reluctantly, and luckily Minjeong didn't protest about it. She just made sure to grimace a lot and moan loudly when one of the men started fucking her. She looked into your eyes intently, and she gave a mischievous little smile that made you clench your fists.

"I got to see you have fun a couple of nights ago, didn't I?" She teased, being railed without any kind of care by one of the men, who was holding her waist. "Well now it's your turn… daddy."

You snorted and looked at the ceiling. You refrained from responding to her; you knew that arguing with her in that state would be like arguing with a wall. The fact that one of the men stood in front of her and made her suck his cock was a bittersweet feeling for you, on the one hand she would shut the fuck up, but on the other… Well, that was your damn job, not his.

Little by little the two remaining men became part of the action, one of them getting under Minjeong so that the one on her knees could fuck her ass in a certainly weak and pathetic way that you knew she wasn’t enjoying. But that didn't matter to her, the only thing that mattered was that you watched everything, and looking at you while the veins on your forehead stood out from anger.

The men positioned her in an endless number of ways, and even did a carry fuck to her, double penetrating her at all times. They were all throwing away condom after condom with cum, but you had noticed that Minjeong had only cummed once. What a fucking wimps they were. She knew it.

And that only made your blood boil at an even higher temperature, because the bitch couldn't stop looking into your eyes, defiantly. It was the look of a woman who knew she had gotten her way.

You were willing to just wait for the men to get tired and leave, but Ning woke up, and one of them fixed his gaze on her. The son of a bitch didn't even know what state she was in, he just assumed that she would be sober by now, so he got off the bed and went over to grab her face in a way that made you want to kill him. He then kissed her.

And that was your limit.

"Hey! What the fuck you think you're doing, motherfucker?!" you strode towards the man, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back. "Get out of here!" you pointed towards the door.

"¡Pero ella ya está sobria!" He protested in Spanish, but you didn't understand him.

"¡No seas un pinche amargado, cabrón!" protested another of them.

"I don't know what the hell you're saying, and I don't fucking care!" you screamed, anger built up to your crown. "Get out!"

At least you were sure they understood English, because the two who didn't protest made your job easy and left the room peacefully. With the other two you had to get physical, and you thanked God that you had a good amount of innate strength, because otherwise you would have been in trouble.

You almost came to fists with both of them, but you restrained yourself so as not to make that an even more unnecessary drama, or to prevent the girls from getting hurt too. You would never forgive yourself if that happened. The closest you came to a real fight was when you gave one of them a little kick to get him to finish leaving.

You closed the door and locked it, and leaned your back against it between tired breaths. Apparently all the commotion had left Ning moderately sober, as she watched everything with attentive but worried eyes.

"God… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Ning wailed, hands on her knees. "I promise I didn't want to do it… I… I…"

"I know," you interrupted her. "You wouldn't be capable of something like that. But someone…"

Your gaze went to Minjeong, who was lying face down on the bed, her head facing the bottom edge of it.

"You were late getting them out," she said, with the bitchiest tone of voice you had heard from her in a long time. She then turned to Ning. "Hey, are you feeling okay?"

"Right now? Yeah…" Ning nodded.

"Do you want to fuck your cute little boyfriend?"

Ning looked at you, unsure of your opinion of her at the moment.

"I do…" she nodded slowly, and bit her lip. "I want him to know that I am his, and only his."

"Great!" Minjeong said with a wide smile. "Because the night has only just begun."

Minjeong looked at you. For her own good it was better that she not add any more trouble to the fire, because you already felt like a volcano about to erupt. You stared into her eyes, threatening. A clear warning: 'Shut your mouth.'

"And what about you?" she said, not giving two fucks about your look. "Are you gonna come, or are you gonna stand there looking like an idiot again."

You clenched your fists and snorted like an enraged bull. You looked at Ning for a moment, hoping she would apologize for the version of you she was about to see. You stared at Minjeong again; she was smiling mockingly.

"You fucking…" you muttered, and left the sentence in the air to take a few quick strides towards her. Then you grabbed a handful of her hair, which was already pretty messy, and made her look up. "You think this is a fucking game, you fucking spoiled bitch?!"

You slapped Minjeong so hard that the sound reverberated through the room. Her brown hair covered her face accordingly, and underneath you managed to see the same damn defiant smile. Another slap, on the same side of her face, just as hard. This time she moaned, and so did the next. You didn't stop until her cheek was red hot.

"You're a disgusting, unbearable whore, you know that, don't you?" You gave her hair a violent tug again, making her look up. "Of course you know that. You love getting people mad, even if in the process you affect someone who isn't to blame for the fact that you're a spoiled slut! You fucking scumbag!!"

You slapped her again, not caring how red that side of her face was already. But she moaned again, and even let out a small grunt of pleasure.

"And what are you going to do about it, daddy?" she growled with a maniacal giggle. "Are you going to punish me like the spoiled whore I am or are you going to hold back like a fucking pussy like you did before?"

You growled and grabbed another fistful of her hair with your other hand, then took a step back and roughly pulled her off the bed. She fell to the ground on her knees, and when you let go of her she automatically brushed her hair out of her face to open her mouth and stick her tongue out.

You undressed in record time, almost ripping the clothes off your body. Once completely naked, you grabbed Minjeong by her hair with one hand, your cock with the other, and then guided it into her open mouth with a sharp thrust.

"Ning, come here," you growled, as you pulled Minjeong's hair with both hands and pumped your cock in and out of her mouth hard from the start. "Make sure her pussy is well prepared for me."

Ning immediately obeyed. She got up from the couch, and undressed at the same time she walked towards you. By the time she was next to you, she was already completely naked. She fell to her knees next to Minjeong, sucked on her fingers and brought them between her legs to touch her pussy.

Minjeong moaned around your cock, which went almost completely in and out of her mouth. Gagging sounds took over the acoustics of the room, as did the sound of her saliva pooling inside her and making her choke and cough against your shaft. She clung to your thighs, eyes tearful as you used fistfuls of her hair as handholds.

Ning was trying her best to kiss Minjeong's shoulders and neck, since you were shaking her head so hard that she couldn't stay still for two seconds in place. She also rubbed her pussy with quick circles, but after a few seconds she decided to put her two fingers inside her pussy.

"Fuck, her pussy is still tight," Ning said, pumping her fingers in and out of her. "Such tiny cocks those idiots had."

For some reason, hearing her say that only made your anger sink deeper. It was obvious that these men had not gone through any quality testing or anything like that. She would surely have chosen them by pure chance. Just to have material to piss you off with.

But you found that it wasn't the only reason you were feeling angry. Minjeong knew that you would return to the hotel to spend the whole night with Jihye. She knew what you two would do. She did all this knowing full well that she would interrupt you two as well. That's what you called being a giant bitch.

"Time to stretch it then," you growled, and with one rough thrust you buried your cock deep in Minjeong's throat. She wasn't prepared for that; she coughed, and desperately slapped your thighs, demanding a break, while her saliva spilled in thick drops from her mouth. It wasn't until you saw that she felt dizzy that you took your cock out of her mouth.

You grabbed her by the arms and forced her to stand up, then you grabbed her hair again, and pulled her with you to the bedroom window, whose curtains were open and revealed a beautiful view of the city. She let out a moan as you threw her against the glass, where her cheek and her hands were planted.

"Oh my god…" she gasped. "I would have played this card sooner, if I had been sure it would take that monster out of you."

The only possible response you could give her was a spicy spank on her buttock. She squealed, and pulled her hips back to press your cock against her ass. You took her hands, took them off the glass and linked her wrists behind her back, so that her only point of support was her own face. Then you held their wrists together with one hand, and with the other you took your cock inside her pussy.

Never before in your life had you fucked someone with so much hatred, contempt and roughness as you did Minjeong in that moment. You shook her like an insignificant rag doll, with thrusts so violent that they made her glass shake as well. You also pulled her hair, and grabbed the back of her neck right after giving her a new round of spanks. She came twice in the process, but you didn't slow down on either occasion.

At one point you pulled her face away from the glass, only to press her back against your chest so you could choke her while you growled in her ear. Her moans became muffled, made soundless by your fingers wrapped tightly around her throat.

"Is this what you wanted, you big fucking nasty slut?" you growled in her ear, and bit her cheek hard, the same one that was red thanks to your slaps.

Minjeong could do nothing but nod with tears in her eyes and her face twisted with pleasure. It was then that you felt her body tremble again, and seconds after, her third consecutive orgasm came accompanied by a powerful squirt that was not an impediment for you to continue either, not until you exploded inside her.

You slammed her against the glass again, to grab her by that sexy little waist and fuck her while you left a thick hot load inside her soaked pussy. Minjeong stood with her hands pressed against the window, gasping and shrieking. She was sweaty, with lots of strands of hair stuck to her face.

When you deposited your entire load inside her, you took out your cock and pulled her hair back again, with enough strength for her to fall on her ass against the floor.

"I'm not done with you, bitch," you said between labored breaths, then let out a contemptuous spit in her face.

When you turned around you found Ning lying on the bed, legs open with one hand on her pussy. She had been touching herself as she watched you, judging by her flushed cheeks and her furrowed forehead.

"Come here and clean up," you ordered her, and stood in front of the bottom edge of the bed.

Ning immediately crawled over to you, getting on her hands and knees with her face in front of your cock. She began to clean it with her tongue, which ran along each side of it before giving your tip some gentle sucks.

"Not 'baby' or 'honey'?" she asked, as she kissed all over your cock.

"No, I'm angry with you too," you replied, stroking her hair.

Ning made a move to protest, but you looked her in the eyes and shook your head.

"Don't be sorry now. We'll talk later," you interrupted her.

She nodded.

"Fine…"

Then she continued with her task. She took you inside her mouth, and gave you exactly the blowjob you needed at that moment to calm the violent tide that went from side to side inside your body. Ning had that effect on you, even if she herself was partly responsible for you getting like this in the first place.

She left your cock glistening, all while she looked into your eyes with a cute good girl look. She gave your cock one last lick, before kneeling in front of you, grabbing your face and kissing you. You resisted at first, not wanting to soften up. But in the end you found yourself surrounding Ning in a warm hug as you affectionately reciprocated her kiss.

Ning wrapped her arms around your neck and in one jump she clung to your torso with her legs. You held her in the air, hands clinging to her waist. She broke away from the kiss and looked into your eyes.

"I never agreed to bring those men…" she murmured. "In fact I could never let anyone but you touch me."

“I know…” you murmured back, and grabbed your cock with one hand only to stand it upright and impale Ning on it. She clung tightly to your neck, while you watched very closely as her face twisted in pleasure as your cock sank deeper and deeper. "Because you're mine."

"Oh yeah…" she moaned, and nodded several times as you slowly pumped your cock in and out of her. "I belong only to you, baby."

You held her by the back of her knees and kissed her again. Ning moaned against your lips, stroking and giving gentle little tugs to your hair. Normally you were always gentle with her, but when you remembered that you were still mad at her for drinking tequila outside of your supervision, you started fucking her hard.

You weren't nearly as abrupt as you were with Minjeong; Ning never deserved to be treated like that. But you were a little harsher than you usually were on her. She seemed to enjoy it, as in a few seconds she was a moaning mess in your arms.

After a couple of minutes she came. It was a bit of a job holding her in the air, as her body writhed and threatened to slip out of your hands. You slowly fucked her through her orgasm, your face buried in her neck between kisses.

When her orgasm passed you released her face up on the bed, and turned abruptly towards Minjeong, who was lying on the floor as if she had fainted. You took a stride towards her and grabbed her arm with a strong grip.

"Come on, get up you fucking whore," you said, forcing her to her feet. "I told you I wasn't done with you."

You pulled Minjeong onto the bed and tossed her to Ning's side. Minjeong looked at you with weak eyes as you lunged at her, spread her legs wide and went back to penetrating her pussy. She let out another squeal, and arched her back.

"God, that's a damn good cock," she grunted as you began hammering her pussy again. "I wouldn't change it for anything in the world."

"Well it doesn't look like it, fucking slut," you said through clenched teeth, and brought a hand to her abdomen to press it there and feel your cock bulge it.

The tide that Ning had managed to calm rose again and became turbulent. It was something you couldn't control. It was enough with Minjeong's arrogant and mocking attitude, along with the way she enjoyed that you were angry with her, for you to become furious like an animal again.

Once again, the hatred and fury you felt accumulated towards Minjeong was reflected in the way you fucked her. You had her pinned against the mattress, both hands gripped to her neck while you kept her legs wide open. The slaps returned, this time on the other side of her face, combined with spitting on different parts of her face, you didn't even care where.

Minjeong was fascinated by the way you were fucking her. She loved being denigrated. Being treated like a cheap sex toy whose only function was to be used and then thrown away. She didn't mind being a target for your spit, nor an object with which you could vent as much anger as you wanted. All of this led to her cumming again.

She erupted again with screams and grunts of pleasure. One hand of hers went to your hair, which she pulled down, and the other went to your chest, which she scratched down with her recently manicured nails. You grunted in pain, and with one hand you gave her pussy a sudden slap that made her jump.

You pulled out of her once her orgasm had passed, and she looked at you with a frown and her mouth slightly open. Her face was marked with slaps, with traces of saliva everywhere and covered in sweat.

"Why did you stop!" she protested. "I wanted another load inside me!"

"Be quiet!" you blurted out. "This isn't just about you, in case you hadn't realized, fucking cunt."

You returned to Ning, who was lying on her side watching you fuck Minjeong. She looked into your eyes as you lay down behind her and pressed her back against your chest. You wrapped your arms around her, and let her take your cock inside her pussy.

Ning cupped the side of your face with her hand and kissed you again. She was lying on your left arm, so you could easily grope her tits while you held her waist with your other hand. You knew she loved that intimate closeness, where she could feel every part of your body filling her with warmth.

This time you slowed down, not because you wanted to go soft on Ning, but because you were starting to feel tired. Of course this didn't matter, since you were already close to cumming, and Ning already felt a certain erogeneity when feeling your load inside her, so as soon as you exploded, she followed you close.

You two became a combined mass of two bodies wrapped around each other, muffling moans in the middle of a torrid kiss. You groped every corner of Ning's delicious body, with some fixation on her firm tits and her pretty nipples, which you pinched and rubbed with your fingers until your climax passed and your load was all inside her.

"Honey… Do you want to try it today?" you asked against her lips, not realizing that you had called her 'Honey.'

Ning looked at you with eyes heavy with desire, as she rubbed your cheek with her thumb. She seemed hesitant.

"Huh, try what?" Minjeong butted in from the side of you.

"Anal…" Ning replied weakly.

"Have you never done it together?" Minjeong asked with a frown.

"I've never done it. In general."

“Oh…” Minjeong stayed quiet, and she exchanged glances with you. "Well, he's never fucked me in the ass either… Do you want some company for your first time?"

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have some advice," Ning nodded.

You pulled your cock out of Ning and placed a kiss on her cheek. For some magical and mysterious reason, cumming inside her managed to quell your anger for Minjeong. But that was all, quell, not vanish.

Minjeong, meanwhile, crawled on shaky legs to the side of the bed to go to the nightstand and open the drawer in search of something.

"I'll need you to get on your fours, sweetie," you planted a kiss on her lips. "It'll be easier that way."

She nodded, and gave you a small smile.

"Yes honey."

She then pulled away from you and got on her hands and knees on the bed. Minjeong then returned to you, with a little black bottle in her hand that said 'Cobeco Bodylube Anal Lube'. She watched as your cum leaked through the folds of Ning's pussy, and before it fell to the sheets, she dropped the bottle and planted her face directly there.

Ning groaned and had a little startle, perhaps because her pussy was still sensitive. Minjeong grabbed her buttocks, and squeezed each one as she wiped your cum from her pussy. She didn't stop until she had swallowed your entire load, and then she started eating Ning's ass.

"Oh lord!" Ning screeched, frowning. Visibly confused by that feeling. "It feels… strange."

"But you like it?" you asked, biting your lip at the incredibly hot scene.

“Y-yeah…” Ning nodded, while Minjeong licked and kissed her ass in every way possible. "Is different."

Minjeong soon also added her fingers, which she had to be quite careful with because she had pointed nails and could hurt Ning. Luckily she knew how to handle the situation well, and did a good job of gently fucking Ning with two of her fingers.

"Alright, it's your turn," Minjeong said after a minute, and she wiped her chin and licked her fingers. She then threw the bottle of lube at you.

"Are you sure about this, honey?" you asked Ning, settling down behind her. Minjeong adopted the exact same position as Ning beside her, presenting her pale ass yet still littered with red marks to you.

"I don't want to keep putting it off…" she said. "So yes."

Upon receiving the green light, you grabbed the bottle of lubricant, opened it and began pouring it on your cock, her butthole and her butt cheeks. You did the same with Minjeong. Then you grabbed your cock, slippery and shiny, and made a gesture of pressing it against Ning's butthole.

"S-Stop!" She said, and you immediately stopped to look at her. "Can you… do it with her first? I want to see how she takes it…"

"Sure, honey," you nodded.

"And I get my way again, haha!" Minjeong said, as you stood behind her.

“Minjeong-ah…” you took a deep breath. "Let's not start again."

"Yeah yeah I'm sorry. Come on, use my ass daddy."

Minjeong shook her ass provocatively from side to side, looking at you over her shoulder. You grabbed her waist, and with one hand guided your cock into her ass, which was considerably tighter than Aeri's or Jimin's.

It was noticeable that Minjeong was constantly playing with toys inside her ass, because every inch of your cock slid inside her with great ease. You gasped, at the hot image of your cock buried between two pairs of pale red-tinted buttocks.

"You just watch and learn, cutie," Minjeong told Ning, then she pressed the side of her face against her mattress with her hands on either side of her. "You have to relax, not tense your body…"

As much as you appreciated Minjeong's attempts to educate Ning, you were still angry with her—you probably wouldn't stop being angry for a while—, so you were neither gentle nor kind. It didn't even cross your mind being so. Once you made sure you could move your cock in and out of her comfortably, you started fucking her ass just as hard as when you fucked her against the window.

As you fucked Minjeong you couldn't help but wonder how come you had never had her ass before. It literally felt like any other pussy, only much tighter. You let out moan after moan, clinging to her small waist with one hand and her hair with the other.

After a couple of minutes you stopped with one last hard thrust and left Minjeong's ass, who refrained from complaining so as not to argue with you again, although you still saw the discontent on her face.

"Ready, baby?" you asked Ning between gasps, rubbing your cock against her buttocks.

"I think so…" she nodded.

"Okay, breathe and relax…"

Ning did so, doing adorable breathing exercises while you pressed your cock against her butthole. She had a little scare and an initial squeal, but you were gentle with her, giving her as much patience and time as she needed to get used to it.

You were so focused on making Ning feel comfortable and not in so much pain that you hadn't noticed that Minjeong had grabbed her phone and was taking pictures of the two of you. You frowned and tried to swipe at the phone to make her stop, but she dodged you.

"Hey! Calm down!" she said between giggles. "I have to document this. It's her first anal."

You rolled your eyes and snorted.

"Shut up and go back to her side."

Minjeong put her phone aside and obeyed. She returned to her starting position, and grabbed Ning's hand as she began to pepper the side of her face and her forearm with kisses.

You were already completely inside Ning's ass, who had been an excellent girl and had complied with each of the instructions you gave her. You found that she also had a wonderful butthole, and between initial slow pumps, you noticed that she was enjoying it.

"Does it feel good, dear?" you asked in a gentle tone, one hand on her waist, and the other caressing her pretty back.

“It feels really good…” Ning nodded between small moans. "But be careful, it still hurts a little."

You and Minjeong made sure that Ning enjoyed that first experience as much as possible. Minjeong had shown some heart, which felt like seeing the Grinch's heart enlarge for the first time in his entire life, as she stroked Ning's hair and filled her with soothing words.

After a few minutes Ning gave you the green light to let loose, and so you did. You enjoyed her body as much as you could, hands squeezing her slick buttocks. At one point you also used her braids as a grappling point, which drove her crazy between loud moans.

But Minjeong's ass was calling you too, and you were already beginning to miss it, so after a few thrusts, you left Ning and went inside Minjeong's ass.

The next few minutes were based on you switching between each delicious peach. You fucked them both hard, just as your body asked you to. Only with Minjeong you made sure to show her that during that night you couldn't do anything but hate her. They both came, Minjeong first than Ning, who had never experienced such an orgasm before and she was delighted about it.

You continued fucking Ning's ass, since Minjeong had run out of energy and she just watched you while she hugged a pillow.

“Come on daddy…” you heard Minjeong say between the loud sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Ning’s uncontrolled moans. "Fill her ass for the first time."

Your climax was certainly just around the corner. You moaned, one hand placed on Ning's lower back and the other on her braids, which you held intertwined under your hand.

"Do you want that, baby girl?" you asked between pumps. "Do you want me to fill your ass?"

"Yeah!" she squealed with pleasure, crumpling the sheets under her fingers. "It belongs only to you darling, fill it as such!"

"You heard her," Minjeong said. "Cum daddy, cum!" she moaned.

A loud moan escaped you, then you placed Ning's stomach flat against her mattress, leaned forward, and turned her around to kiss you. You moaned against her lips, pumping up and down until you exploded inside her ass.

Ning left her mouth ajar and rolled her eyes back as you drained your balls into her ass. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, and she stroked your hair there before looking into your eyes. You moaned again and again, your cock still throbbing inside her until every drop was gone.

"Thank you honey…" you managed to say between heavy pants.

"Did you enjoy it?" Ning asked with a hopeful voice, looking at you with that pair of gorgeous eyes.

"It was wonderful," you nodded. "And you?"

"I didn't expect it to feel so good…" She let her head fall against her arm, still looking at you. "Thank you for being so patient with me. I was very afraid."

"I know," you kissed her forehead. "But you did very well, honey."

"Thank you dear…" she smiled.

"God, you're going to make me throw up," Minjeong said in a low voice, already settled on her pillow.

You turned to frown at her and pulled out of Ning's ass, which spilled your entire load directly into her pussy. You stood up and went straight to the bathroom to look for toilet paper. With Ning you were very attentive and affectionate, helping her clean every corner of her body. On the other hand, you only threw the roll of paper at Minjeong when she reluctantly asked for it.

Once the little cleaning session was done you claimed Ning for yourself. You snuggled her into your arms, and showered her with affectionate kisses all over her face as she fell asleep. You also caressed her shoulder, and ran your fingers down her back.

You slightly lost track of time. About ten or fifteen minutes had passed when you got up and left her snuggling with Minjeong. You turned on the air conditioning, unfolded the blanket and covered both of them with it. Then you dressed, organized the room just a bit, and turned off the lights before leaving.

You headed to your room, wondering what the hell had just happened. It had all happened too fast in your head, but that night had been really fucking crazy. The first lesson you learned was that you shouldn't leave Ning alone with Minjeong, and the other was that Minjeong was not to be trusted under any circumstances.

You thought that the rest of the night would be peaceful, but when you arrived in front of your room you noticed that something was not quite right. You noticed the lights inside were off, even though you had left them on, and you also felt the cold air under the door, which you opened slowly to enter.

Your heart almost jumped out of your mouth when you saw someone in your bed. But it took you only a few seconds to realize that it was none other than Noh Jihye, peacefully asleep with nothing more than one of your hoodies on. Only then were you able to release the breath you had been holding, a silly smile even escaped you.

You took off your jacket, pants, and shoes, leaving you only in your sweater and boxers before getting into bed with Jihye. You lay down behind her, and put an arm over her body to snuggle her against you.

You thought she was asleep, but she stirred slightly in your arms and gave a small snort.

"Are you done with the brats?" she asked, sleepily.

You chuckled and rubbed your nose against her head affectionately. You were still smiling like an idiot.

"Oh yeah," you nodded. "I even sang them a lullaby and put them to bed."

Jihye turned around, and now your faces were just inches from each other. She could barely keep her eyes open as she looked at you, but it was enough for you to lose yourself in them, and in every detail of her perfect face. Then she placed a gentle hand on your cheek, caressed it with her thumb, and gave you a soft kiss filled with genuine emotion.

You felt butterflies in your stomach again. But they were no longer just hovering calmly, now they were going from here to there at full speed. You let yourself be carried away by her lips, in the midst of an intense sensation that accumulated in the pit of your stomach and seeped through your pores. You didn't know what it was, but something clicked.

"Thank you for all the help you've given me, darling…" she murmured against your lips. "Me and everyone. I can't even imagine going on tour again without you."

"I hope you feel the same way when you're not half asleep," you said with a giggle.

Your defense mechanism for those types of situations was jokes, even if inside you were screaming and kicking like an idiot.

"I'll feel the same way throughout the morning… and all the mornings to come," she said, and placed another small kiss on your lips that almost melted you. "I naturally feel safe with you. You give me strength. And you make me feel that everything will be okay as long as you are there…"

You stared at her for a few long seconds, with your mouth slightly open and your eyes lost in hers. You blinked several times, blush taking over your cheeks.

“Jihye…” you said softly. "I…"

"You don't have to tell me," she interrupted you with a finger on your lips. "I know. I knew since I noticed how you were looking at me earlier. You almost drooled."

You couldn't help but laugh, somewhat embarrassed. But somehow still speechless.

"Just don't stop looking at me like that, will you?" She hugged you with both arms and leaned her face on your chest, snuggling against you. "You make me feel like the most sublime being that has ever walked the earth."

She didn't say anything else, and you knew she fell asleep within a few minutes. You were dumbfounded, with your arms wrapped around her, feeling an overwhelming unmatched warmth. A feeling you hadn't felt in a long time until now grew in you: peace, and maybe something more.

With a little effort you managed to fall asleep within a few minutes, hugging that woman who made you feel that everything would be fine as long as you had her by your side.

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[anantaru]

do you think capitano has a bunch of scars? how would he react when you trace them? :3

synopsis. it turns capitano on when you trace the scars on his back as he fucks you ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ fem! reader

warnings. tw scars (on his back), size kink & size difference (he's very big n beefy, as we know <3)

grabbing a fistful of your ass, capitano groans against your wet cheek, his voice on the verge of breaking.

"my dear..." he huffs out breathlessly, "i have no control when I'm with you," before he finds you wincing at the rough texture of his skin buzzing within your walls, roaming freely and sliding his throbbing sensation over your soft insides.

you swallow down a cry as you took him, your legs burning as he stretches your cunt— his hunted, dark gaze always casted on yours, watching you with thrill in his eyes as he started to thrust into you a little deeper.

the harbinger was exploring the pure and surreal nature of your intimacy as your body weeps into his chest, your cheeks beginning to burn due to overstimulation and the aching stretch of his cock, "fuck— so… big," you hiccup, "aah, you're so warm," as he pounds his thick cock into you, completely overthrowing the natural strength of your body without even trying.

it wasn't really difficult for capitano to send chills down your body, or coax out each little, pathetic moan from your throat— in fact, he had to hold himself back in order to not hurt you with his enormous strength. each thrust he added would multiply in precision and intensity, making you shudder out a hefty rush of air through your chest, once, twice, as a pleasurable tear teases light-heartedly around your lashes.

air enters your lungs and you arch your back, letting him take control over you as your fingers trace along the bulging scars on his defined back— which some of them felt fresher than the others, not to mention that quite a few didn't heal properly and left behind swelling, bumps of skin.

the man was known to be the strongest, unable to be defeated yet encountering himself in his current setting, he finds himself utterly defeated by the pure trace of you— and your soft digits embracing the countless scars covering his back weakened his mind.

capitano cherishes them, his marks and blemishes were a part of him, in fact, they multiply from battle to battle, burning into his skin as he wears them with pride. the man looks at them like trophies to remind himself of his true, never ending victory, and his brutal strength making the cryo nation petrifying to the outside eye.

your hands were planted against his flexing back as he fills you to the brim. shortly after, you're resuming to take care of his scars, gently brushing across the alarming number of them and awaiting his pebbly whines, urging him on to inch his face closer so you could kiss him.

the tip of his cock drags through the slopes of your walls as your body clenches beneath his larger one. he's so big— a little freak in the sheets if he wants, but capitano was also soft at the same time, vulnerable and entirely differentiating from his outside self, like you're the only person he could be vulnerable with.

your legs trembled as they dangled against his shoulders, your hips twitching and beginning to burn from how hard he was rolling his hips into your sensitive hole.

careful and sultry thrusts of his shaft send numerous tremors surging right through you, racking through your brain as the sheer size of him numbs you out— as do your feathery touches, embraces and exploring of his damaged skin add depth to his means of experiencing true love.

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[atsumutu]

“Hajime, are you bored?”

The raven haired man peers up from his phone, instantly locking the device and pocketing it when he sees the concern etched across your face.

Shaking his head, Iwaizumi gives you a gentle smile. It only takes him a few steps to reach you. “No, just checking my emails.”

Unconvinced, you rest a palm on his chest. It wasn’t like you had forced the man to come out with you. Ever the attentive boyfriend, Iwaizumi had made it his mission to spend some time with you after a hectic few weeks of work - even if that meant spending the day following you into countless stores.

“Are you sure? I know this isn’t really your thing.” you mumble, gesturing lamely at the store.

“Baby, no.” he plants a soft kiss on your temple. “I love spending time with you. Even if it means becoming your personal bag holder.” Iwaizumi lifts an arm, biceps curling underneath his t shirt as he lifts a plethora of shopping bags with ease, 90% of the contents belonging to you.

He watches the way your eyes draw towards his muscle and with the tiniest lift of his lips, he whispers. “I’m starting to think you only bring me along so you can have me carry your bags and ogle me.”

Rolling your eyes, you lightly slap his chest. “You’re the one who always insists on coming with me and carrying all my bags.”

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow as if to ask are you sure?

Scoffing, you offer no solid denial, only a light push that does nothing to move the brute standing before you. Iwaizumi smiles down at you, endeared by the attempt.

“Seriously though, Hajime, I can go around by myself. Why don’t you go home and rest?”

Now he’s confused. It’s the second time you’ve tried to send him home and he’s racking his brain to see if he may have upset you somehow but he keeps coming up blank. Finally giving up, he decides to ask you.

“Why?” he squints his eyes playfully, “You got another man around to carry your stuff for you?” When you don’t respond to his joke, the raven furrows his brows. Calloused palms come to rest on your cheek. “I’m fine, love.”

And sure he looked fine, Iwaizumi was as tough as nails. But not even he could handle the crazy hours he had been working the last couple of weeks and you could tell he was close to running on fumes.

“Ha ha, very funny.” taking a hold of his wrist, you peer up at the man. “Let’s just go home. I think i’ve bought enough-“

“No.” He’s curt and the unexpected sharpness in his tone cuts you a lot deeper than he would have ever intended. You blink at his words, guilt, concern and a flash of hurt painting across your features. Sighing, Iwaizumi rests his forehead on your shoulder, groaning in what you guess is regret.

Your first instinct is to comfort him, so you do. Weaving your fingers through his dark tresses, you let him soak in your warmth.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“I know, Haji.”

With a final sigh, he slumps back a step. “Shit, maybe I do need to get my ass home.” he chuckles half heartedly.

Humming, you take a step forward to reach him, mischief brimming in your tone. “Well if you’d just listened to me the first time I wouldn’t be here trying to calm down Mr Grumpy Pants himself.”

“Watch it.” he snipes, no real bite behind his words.

And in all your childish glory, you stick your tongue out at him.

Iwaizumi looks wholly amused. When was the last time someone stuck their tongue out at him? Then, he remembers who his best friend is and any trace of amusement is gone. “That Oikawa is a shitty influence on you.” he grumbles.

“Come on, let’s go.” you giggle, reaching for his free hand to lead him towards the exit.

“Hey,” he calls, softly tugging at your hands to halt your steps, “I love you.”

Despite the gruff texture of his voice, you would never tire of how softly those words would fall from his lips.

“I love you too.” lifting your entwined fingers up, you seal your words with a quick kiss to the back of his hand. “Now, can we finally go home?”

Iwaizumi smiles, fond. “Let's go home.”

[bougiebutchbinch]

You know, if I weren't lazy I could give you an essay on how comic Wade is either closeted transfem or wants to at least medically transition even if he stays using he/him pronouns. I'd even site my sources in MLA format for you. I'd just have to find some very specific events, and it also relies on the idea that the scars are psychosomatic (which was implied in one of the Deadpool and Spiderman comics).

The only problem is on a good day I'm wishy washy about liking that (a physical representation of his poor mental health that people either ignore or out right demonize? yes please) but on most days I don't really like it as a concept.

oh goshhhhhh I am soooo here for transfem Wade!!!!

Should you ever have the spoons to deliver that essay, I for one would love to hear it.

She (or he, I think they're pretty fluid with pronouns, like Deadpool always is!) is the transfem who makes her gender identity A Big Joke for years and years and years, always laughing about 'haha what if I was a girl what if I was your girlfriend what if my pussy got wet whenever we fought what if I wore a maid dress for you what if that hahahaha wouldn't that be funny'

to the point where

everyone can kinda tell

it isn't a joke

but Wade's almost too afraid to acknowledge that it isn't? Like, she's been keeping her barriers up with comedy for so long, and especially growing up with her dad and then in the military, a BIG part of her is fucking terrified about what it means to acknowledge how she really feels about herself, let alone embrace it.

Anyway, I think one day someone (Vanessa?) would listen to Wade doing his usual bit about 'lol what if I was a girl' and would just say "You could be, you know."

Her tone is kind, gentle, and completely fucking serious.

And Wade suddenly gets

very

very

quiet.

For all of a minute.

"Yeah," he manages eventually, hoarser than ever. Flashing Vanessa a bright, cheeky grin that doesn't quite reach his (her?) eyes. "But then you'd have competition for being the hottest woman in this polycule, and we can't have that."

But maybe next time he takes Vanessa up on her offer to do his nails and make up, she catches him looking at himself wistfully in the mirror, and presses a little kiss to the side of his head.

"I'm ready for that competition whenever you are," she promises. "But you'd better bring your A-game. I'm not gonna go easy on you just because you're a newly minted girl."

Wade chokes out a laugh. She jerks away from her reflection like she's scared that she's been caught - then, tentatively, glances back again. Looking at herself, scars and high cheekbones and thin eyelashes darkened with mascara, and more scars, and all - before her nervous, sickly yellow eyes flit to Vanessa's.

Vanessa can see the want there. The yearning.

And she can see, just as clearly, the fear.

"Rain check?" asks Wade, fake-breezy. "Not that I'm not ready for you to kick my ass at the art of hot-girlhood, but you have had a lot more practice."

Vanessa finds her hand - fever-hot as ever, and just a little sweaty. She gives it a tight squeeze.

"Rain check," she agrees, not because she wants it, but because Wade needs it. Then, distracting her, because there's a fragile set to Wade's mouth, like she's letting something she so desperately wants slip between her fingers - "What colour should I paint your toenails?"

"Ooh!" Wade perks up immediately, clapping her hands in delight. "Wolverine-costume-yellow? Nonono, gunmetal grey for Cable! And Colossus. Okay, so maybe one yellow for every two grey? Hey, I'll do yours too~ We can match!"

She's adorable when she's excited. Vanessa drops another little kiss on one of the textured ridges that divides Wade's skull into continents of scar tissue. "Sounds like a perfect girls' night."

"Girls' night," Wade repeats, smile small and precious. Then, bouncing up from the chair in front of Vanessa's vanity - "Okay, game plan! I'll go put on the Golden Girls and make popcorn, you get the nail polish and the files. Sound good?"

"Sounds amazing."

[livelaughlovesubs]

guess who's back, back again, it's 🃏 anon back at it again!

so. Sampo Koski (i'm fully inclined to say his full ass name because why not, it's hilarious) recently i had a big craving for his bratty little ass, so i was thinking, maybe reader (gn or otherwise) getting way too tired of his quips and just... fucking him roughly, rough sex, bondage (or any form of BDSM), some (or a lot of) manhandling and a teensy bit of a blood (either from clawing or biting can work!) can work really well!

but honestly, go wild i don’t really mind whatsoever, i’m swamped with work right now and i just need to satisfy my needs from them lolol.

so, again, have fun with this request!

from, le 🃏 anon!

Hello hello~! Great to see you again. After two whole months, I hope you aren’t that swamped with work anymore? Haha

Dom!reader x sub!sampo - reader is gn

Warning: bondage, pegging (I use dick), rough sex, slapping, manhandling, chocking, scratching, mention of death, hair pulling, edging

It was a mistake to trust him.

Seriously, this man is wanted by the guards and owns the infamous image of a liar, how could you believe in his words? Maybe they were just too sweet, too tempting and irresistible. Even so, it doesn’t justify how stupid you were to trust him. That sweet yet two faced smile, it made you blind. I mean- how dared he scam you with low quality ropes?!

All you wanted was to buy some nice, pretty ropes, and he even gave you a discount. Then he talked big about how well he threats his customers, and that he’d personally bring it to your house. Though the moment you glanced at the item, seeing the rough texture and poor handicraft, your jaw dropped. No wonder the price was so damn cheap, this guy tried to rip you off! Who did he take you for? This won’t do, you wasn’t someone easy who’d let it slide after him apologising. You’ve been so excited to receive it after all, that’s why you had to teach him a lesson.

You grabbed him by his arm and dragged him inside, throwing him onto the ground. The rope slipped from his hands, landing next to him. A cold look in your eyes and you kicked his sides, telling him to get onto the bed. He eventually obliged, then you began stripping his clothes. Sampo let you do it with a sheepish smile and dropping eyes, chuckling satisfied. That lewd little fox just loved it when you are rough with him, when you push him around and put him in his place. Now his face was being pushed into a fluffy pillow while his ass was high in the air, kneeling basically. Wrists near his ankle as you brought the red rope closer to him, straightening it out then whispering, “hold still.”

With a swift move, you tightened the knot around his wrist, pulling with all your strength. He groaned a little and bawled his hands into fists, fully aware that there will be bruises on the next day. “Most esteemed customer~ why… are you testing your product on me?” His voice got higher towards the end, a sense of excitement hidden under the surface. “Hah, come on, we are more than just merchant and buyer.” You reminded him while giving his bare butt a harsh slap, leaving behind a red mark. “Nghh~! Ahaha! Oh y/n, you are as fascinating as ever.”

That’s right, you two have shared some intimacy before and despite the relationship you both had he still tried to scam you. “Save your flattery for later. Now, tell me, does this feel like quality ropes?” You asked him with a scorn, in the meantime opening the lit of a bottle. The tall male had a rather sarcastic expression, acting like he didn’t know. Though the answer was as clear as day. He could feel it rub against his flesh, irritating and burning his skin. It had an itchy feeling to it, yet it also hurt, causing the area around it to turn red.

A faint blush covered the cheeks of the boy. His breathing was heavy and ragged, sweat forming on his forehead. Then you grabbed his roots and yanked on his hair, making him arch his back into a crescent shape, mumbling, “answer me.” The rather rough treatment was immediately met with a loud moan, “uhhH-nNNGhhh~! Ah, be gentle, y/n..” finally he looked at you, mouth parted and tongue hanging out a little. His face also reddened by a few shades, the corners of his lips were curled into a grin.

“I take it you know what this means for you?” You sighed and asked him, squeezing a large amount of lube onto your inner palm. He acted like he didn’t know, staying quiet and making a -hmm?- sound. So you continued with, “your punishment, for deceiving me.” Then you stuck two fingers inside his hole, fingering him sloppily. “Punish.. ment? Ah-ngHhhh..! To-too rough~♡” Sampo threw his head back, his blue-white hair bouncing around. “Yes, punishment for bad boys.”

Seeing how he shuddered and shook, you deemed him prepared enough and pulled your fingers out. Afterwards you lined the tip of your length to his hole, followed by you dropping the bottle onto the ground and grabbing his waist with both hands. Holding him, making him stick his ass out some more. “Mhmm~ ha, haah… don’t hold back now, dear customer.” His breathing became even more ragged, he was obviously enjoying this. “What a fucking whore.” You chuckled, giving his bottom another squeeze, spreading his hole with two fingers before penetrating him.

You slowly pushed the tip in, noticing how his shoulders jerked upwards, the oh so familiar grin returned to his wet lips. Since he was taking this so well, you might as well speeding up the process. With one snap of your hip, you pushed the rest of it inside him, your pelvis hitting his ass. “NgGGHhh~!! Ah- f-fuck, so good, more, ha- mHm, do me harder ♡♥︎!” Sampo cried out, hands wrapped around his own ankle, grip tightening with all his might. He wanted to trash around so bad, though the restrains weren’t bulging in the slightest. Keeping him in check, unmoving and restricted.

Without wasting much time, you began moving, thrusting your dick in and out of him at a fast pace. “AhHh!” He moaned at the sensation, at you rubbing against his walls and hitting places so deep inside him that it made him see stars. Then you leaned closer to him, grabbing his hair again as you whispered into his ear, “You said harder? Let’s see if you can take it then.” After that you licked his earlobe, running your tongue all over the shell while moving your hips ruthlessly. “NGhhh! Y/nnn~! Ah, t-touch me more!” He whimpered, wanting you to show some attention to his leaking member, but you ignored him.

Instead, you opened your mouth and bit his shoulder, trying to raise the speed even more. The hand on his hip gripped him harsh enough to leave bruises, the other one accidentally ripped off some strains of hair from his scalp. You bit down even more when his voice hitched, enough to draw out some fresh drops of blood. At this point he was a withering mess, crying with such a dumb yet blissful expression on his face, his blush spread to his shoulders as well. “OoOhhhH, AHHnnHgg fuuuck!! There, r-right there, so good, fuck me more, more!!” A series of unintelligible words left him, echoing through the lust-ridden room.

The pain he felt from your rough treatment, from the newly gotten bruises and wounds all faded away the moment you found his sweet spot. Not only that, you’ve been abusing that poor area with such brutality he felt like he was gonna die. Each time the tip pressed and hammered against that spot, his head would empty themselves and more tears would fell from his eyes. Drool was hanging out of his mouth as you relentlessly pounded into him, panting and doing your best to keep the tempo up.

“Hah… this is hardly a punishment for you, isn’t it?” You scoffed under your breath, feeling a little bothered by it. That’s why you slapped and scratched his butt again, cursing out, “look at what a fucking pervert you are, Sampo koski.” After drawing some blood with your nails, you insulted him, smirking sadistic. His face was quite a sight to behold, so chaotic and blushy, so damn adorable. “UhHHmm!~♡♥︎ GuUughhh!!” All he did was whimpering and moaning like some dog in heat, struggling against his restrains while his cock leaked his filthy pre onto the bed. With all the remaining strength he had, he meekly trust his hips back against you, trying to get you to go even further.

Then you stopped, very abruptly. “Ah-ahhh..?” A confused squeak escaped him. Hands still holding his hips while he sobbed into the pillow, but you didn’t move at all. “Shall I just leave you like this? Considering you aren’t seeing this as a punishment.” You asked yourself, though talked loud enough for him to hear, you wanted him to know. “uhhh- huuu~?? N-no! Don’t stop y-yet!” His voice was rough and hoarse from his screaming his lungs out. That man really has no shame considering how loud his volume was the entire time.

He turned his head back, trying to look at you. And when he did, a shiver ran down his spine, almost enough to push him over the edge. You were smiling with your eyes, a dangerous look, one that told him to run away r he’d regret it. But, to him, he was already too deep in this mess to escape. This was going to be a long night for him, and he knew since the beginning. “You wanna cum, Sampo?” You began, leaning down to his level again. By doing so you pushed your dick a little deeper in and he whined at the friction. The male didn’t respond with words, he only nodded his head hesitantly, meekly. A sense of fear and pleasure bubbling inside him. How he loved to feel like nothing next to you.

Next thing he knew you clasped one hand over his eyes and wrapped the other one around his throat, squeezing him, about it choke him. “Be a good boy and endure it. If I’m satisfied, I’ll let you cum.”

His heart pounded against his chest, he felt lightheaded. All the ecstasy and anticipation was making him dizzy with lust. He didn’t even have to think twice before groaning with a low voice, “yes, please, toy with me. Kill me with your love♡”

[wisteriadumster]

Warmth ❥Arthur Morgan

ARTHUR MORGAN X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ I pulled an all nighter man like yall fuck that’s what’s up

WC➻❥1265➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ you’ve just arrived to Colter and once the cabin is empty, Arthur has an idea on how to keep you two warm.

*✧･ﾟ:* WisteriaDumster original work.*:･ﾟ✧

You shivered into the abandoned cabin, doing your best to escape the frigid blizzard that tortured the old town. “How long you think we’re staying here for?” You adjusted your scarf, “I ain’t too sure but not long, couple days.” Arthur replied, you followed him as he entered the room Grimshaw had assigned for you both.

The bed was small, but you could cuddle up together to keep warm.

You hugged Arthur, wrapping your arms around his torso. He hesitantly accepted the hug and draped his arms over your waist, his hands gripping your body.

Your face was nuzzled into his shotgun coat, the texture rubbing against your cheek.

In the main room you could hear a conversation between Hosea and Dutch, “think you should go talk with them?” Arthur pulled you off him, looking at you, “I suppose you’re right ‘bout that.” He caressed your cheek and walked out of the room.

You had followed behind and were sitting with Molly. “How are you Miss O’Shea?” She closed her pocket mirror, “I’ve lived better ya know?” She adjusted her head scarf.

“Miss O’Shea,” Dutch stepped in, “would you like to come with me to check on everyone else?” His smile was sly, “I’d rather stay here, and be out of the storm,” she admitted, “I insist.”

The cabin had slowly emptied, Dutch had convinced Molly to leave with him, and Hosea was off to go check on different gang members.

You sat by the fireplace with Arthur, wishing the fire would engulf you with heat. “Darlin’ I have an idea on how we could keep some heat around,” you raised an eyebrow, “and what would that be?” He stood from the chair, he walked to your chair, towering over you as you looked up.

“We should have about ten minutes before anyone comes back,” he hinted. Your lips curled into a smirk as his idea, “quite risky don’t you think?” You stood up, “well I’ll be quick.”

His hands wrapped around your ass, suddenly lifting you up against his body.

You cupped his face, connecting your lips with his. One of his hands gripped and dug into your ass cheek, his legs stumbling, searching for a place to set you down. You pulled from the messy kiss, hot breath escaping your mouth. Arthur kicked down the chair you had been sat in just moments prior, he walked to the old table that laid against the wall.

He set you down, a hand holding your hips as you continued the heated kiss. His free hand was digging through the layers of clothing on your body, searching for an entrance.

“Darlin’ I hope you don’t mind,” he pulled back from the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours. You opened your mouth to question Arthur, a sudden rip of your underwear answered you. “I’ll sew it later,” you smirked and pulled him back into the kiss.

Arthur pushed his hand through his jacket, his gloved fingers pushing the button of his pants through the yoke. You uncupped his face, your hands pushed past his hand and undid the buttons of his union suit. His hard cock pushed out, waiting for what it had been desiring.

Arthur pushed your skirt and coat up your legs, his cold leather gloves made your warm skin shiver. “Arthur,” you looked at him, “take those gloves off please.” He obliged and pulled the gloves off, dropping them onto the small table beside the one you currently sat on.

Arthur’s calloused hands gripped your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the table.

Slowly he entered, you gasped as his cold dick hit against your warmth. You wanted to moan but you had no protection from the walls of the cabin, Arthur wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you in, thrusting slowly as his cock adjusted to the sudden temperature change. “Fuck” you shuddered against his lips as his hips rotated against yours. Your head rolled against your shoulders, falling against your back as Arthur quickened his pace.

“We surely ain’t got long Sweetheart,” he began kissing at your neck, “I don’t need long.” You managed through muffled moans, you bit your lip to contain yourself, your hands white-knuckled the edge of the table.

Arthur’s pace was consistent, hitting your walls just right. His lips vibrated groans against your neck, one of his hands released its grip against your thigh and tilted your head back towards his. His eyes fluttered with lust before he pulled you back in for unfinished kisses, his hands travelling into your hair, intertwining itself with the locs.

“Fuck Sweetheart,” Arthur groaned.

Your legs felt shaky, your body struggling to keep itself composed at Arthur’s increasing speed. The adrenaline from the chance of being caught made your heart race, as every thrust made you want to scream a moan, scream Arthur’s name.

A final thrust and his tip itched you exactly where it had to be to trigger your orgasim. You sprung up, throwing your chest against Arthurs, yours hands clawing at his back.

You moaned into his shoulder as your legs quivered, a wave of every emotion covered you as each muscle in your body tensed and released within seconds.

Your own orgasm vibrated against Arthur, a deep and raspy groan eluded from Arthurs chest. His body was heavy against your own. As the climax of your orgasm was ending, he continued thrusting through it, prolonging its inevitable end.

“Arthur,” you shake against him, coping through the pleasure you had felt and the pleasure you were still receiving. “I’m almost there Darlin’ just be a good girl and don’t move,” he mustered through a moan.

Within a few more intense thrusts and you doing your best to stay still and quiet, you felt and heard his own orgasim. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he panted.

Two fingers lifted your chin up, his eyes twinkling with love, his lips slowly connecting with you for an intimate kiss.

The sound of a conversation began to enter your ears, “Arthur,” you pulled from the kiss. He looked at you and looked as your finger pointed towards the door, Arthur understood and helped you off the table.

You were quick to help him clean off and rebutton his clothes.

You pushed down on your skirt and went to your room, searching for your sewing box.

Arthur fixed the chair he had kicked down, he leaned in the doorframe of your room.

“Need help?” He cleared his throat as he watched you search through nightstand drawers, “how well can you sew?” You grabbed the small metal tin, “not as good as you Darlin’.”

“Arthur,” The door creaked open, Dutch brushed the fresh snow off his jacket, “we’re gonna go find Micah, you comin?” You made eye contact with Dutch, “Arthur you should go, I won’t freeze.” You smile, Arthur looked between you and Dutch before nodding at you and turning around.

He grabbed his gloves that laid on the table, he looked at you once more as he put them on, a small smirk sneaking through his lips for a moment. You smiled from his contagious look, your cheeks feeling flush as you thought of what had happened only moments before.

With a growing discussion the door slammed, leaving you alone.

You sat on the bed, turning your body away from the door as you hiked your skirt up. Examining the rough rip Arthur had left, you smiled at it.

You popped the top of the tin off and began setting up the needle and thread.

[robobarbie]

Hello hellooooooo! We recently had a banner contest in the discord server, and I wanted to show y'all the awesome entries that didn't win. They're all really cool in their own ways, so I wanted to give them each a lil moment.

(by @/jestie)

Love the focus on xyx!! He reminds me almost of what I'd think teenage him would look like. Very chill, sporty, and out with friends on a beautiful spring day. The linework in this feels really soft as well -- especially on those hat details. AND THERE'S CAT!! CAT!!!

All other submissions under the cut!

(by @/hunddenseje)

I like the details in the flowers a lot for this one. The way people draw roses and how they choose those inner patterns is always neat. And the little plants and mushrooms on his shoulders are fun!! They go well with that striped shirt pattern!!!

(by @/stintsy)

The way this artist circled the boys with that pink rosy pattern will stick in my brain for a while. It's v pretty, and it's like they opened a bush and found us in there for some reason. "Hello! Happy Spring!" Thanks boys please close it back up!!! It's my cry hour in the bush!!!!

(by @/emmascient)

This person's artstyle is so unique and full of life. The little spots of light coming through the trees just adds to whole thing, too. And I really like seeing fanart of owl with textured hair!!! Also check out xyx's fucking biceps holy fucking sh-

(by @/.mewo.)

Just a bunch of bros on their lunch break bayBEEEEEEEEEE!!! I like the detail of toast's coat tied around their waist and the fucking anti-societyboy shirt quest is wearing LMFAO. Also cat is ADORABLE in this. God. More cat art. Always need more cat art!!

(by @/c1nnadoll)

Every time nightowl is drawn in a croptop, two months is added to my life. I just know it's true. God bless that cute ass flower crown and the perfect little peace sign. Man looks so stable and happy. I hope he had a nice day after this picture!!!

(by @/fluffydeer21)

Toast and Quest look so content and cute with their flowers. And there's another neat rose with a lil interior pattern! Held, of course, by this artist's fave LI. Xyx looks pretty good with gold jewelry, I cannot lie. I have no idea why I made them green in game. LMFAO

(by @/noneivly)

I like how this feels like a painting. Like those brush strokes and even the palette choice just look like something you'd see hung on a wall? It's really cool. Also the little detail of the chibi picnic boys in the background makes me giggle. Small!!!!! So fucking small!!!

(by @/kiki_221)

The energy in this is excellent. You can almost hear them laughing together at Toast's expense (deserved I'm sure). I'd like to imagine they're all relaxing at a park after a big lunch. I hope they got to discuss all the good things that happened to them this week.

(by @/01noxxie10)

Another excellent chillin in the grass pic! Purple actually looks really good on Quest. I don't think I've ever drawn him in that color before? So this image made me think about that a LOT. Also look at fuckin chill ass xyx. Calm beautiful motherfucker. Fuck you!!! Fuck you!!!

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There's two more images, but those are the discord banner winner and the one I chose for my twitter! If you want to see those excellent drawings, check out my twitter here or join the discord server here!

Thank you everyone for all the submissions! I treasure them deeply!!

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE april edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the april catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. this particular addition's collaborator is @pinkpigtailsprincess and its an HONOR. so pls look forward to the magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

SUMMER WARDROBE PREP ;

as we've talked about in this post right here, summer is right around the corner and we need to make the fashion count. april fashion is all about the transition from spring -> summer and in doing so gracefully there MUST be preparation.

for any season i think that camisoles r amazing because in the colder seasons like autumn or winter, u can wear camisoles underneath zip up jackets. in the summer and spring time u can wear camisoles as they are and they're so cute either way.

the key to camisoles is the length and the color and for the spring to summer transition, i advise u to steer clear of darker colors or thicker textures and go for more light/flowy, colorful pieces.

FOR THE BLOG ;

i haven't been very active on my blog (or at least thats how i feel) as much as i usually am and thats because school has been kicking my ass. now that the school year is wrapping up i have something that i'd like to introduce to the blog.

MY MASTER CLASS - i wanted to formulate a class that rly went in depth about manifestation so i decided to make a google class in which i hopefully simplified manifestation. just like in my blog, except in the class i formulate challenges, assignments etc.

the post where i go more in depth about the master class is coming out on wednesday (may first) so i hope that u guys look forward to and take advantage of this new resource 🍭🎀

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

if theres one thing that i tried to keep central this month was my health, so there r two things in particular that i honed in on and they are mindfulness and stress management.

MINDFULNESS - i wanted to focus on being more present in my emotions and just focus on the now more than anything. just kind of putting things into perspective. i've had time to ponder a lot of things and kind of tackle the big questions that i like to avoid and once u sort that out it feels like a weight has been lifted off ur shoulders.

STRESS MANAGEMENT - idk whats going on but my emotions have been all over the place and i've been feeling particularly stressed and overwhelmed so what i've been doing to manage that is mindful breathing and affirming affirmations that remind me that im safe, im fine etc.

and later on once im in a clearer headspace i'll journal thru my emotions and kind of sort them out that way im not harboring anything negative yk? and thats usually what helps me.

DOLLY'S SECTION, @pinkpigtailsprincess "SOME OF MY FAVS AND WHAT WE CAN LEARN FROM THEM

Some of my fav it girls What we can learn from them!!🎀 

The Boss

Whitney Gilbert + Rihanna + Lil Kim

The Smart Sweethearts

Jang Wonyoung + Elle woods

The Glitzy Dolls

Kimora Lee Simmons + London Tipton

| 𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ The Smart Sweetheart !! 🎀

...📧 : Wonyoung & Elle are absolutely perfect for self expression and not letting other peoples opinions get too you both of them are unapologetically Super Feminine & Sweet even people

talk down about them, they always rise up and prove them wrong no matter how much people talk all while sporting their extremely feminine personality and fashion taste no matter how much they get stereotyped as a “dumb blonde” “pick me” or “air head” they know themselves

and thats all thats matter to them!! 🎀 Now all three of these women are incredibly smart thats have achieved major academic

success let’s look at what we can individually learn from them!!

🎀 ; Jang Wonyoung The Successful K-Popstar thats has gotten global success who has the perfect princess beauty

has inspired an ongoing lifestyle trend by the Name of “Wonyoungism” a trend inspired by the beautiful fans of Jang Wonyoung where her fanbase practices and promotes Taking care of them selves and being the best version of them selves and taking inspiration from won young to

⁃  workout

⁃  eat healthy meals

⁃  take care of their skin

⁃  practice good habits

⁃  attaining their goals

⁃  ambition & hard work

⁃  being nice & inspiring others to also joij in on becoming the best version of themselves and have an unbreakable mentally inspired by her famous quote “No Problem I don’t care you’re you i’m me!” and taking after won-young in having a high self concept and hard work no matter what!! and never letting opinions get too you even when she was getting dragged on the internet she gave them more reasons to hate on her even though they know nothing about her

Sources say The Chic Princess is also incredibly smart with some extremely impressive academic achievements including

⁃  took GED & got a perfect score in Korean,english & math

⁃  Won a Science Fair

⁃  Won Match Contest

⁃  Was her Class president 3 years in a row

⁃  willing joined sports

⁃  always putting time into her studies and ever wanted to be a news anchor +lawyer!!

no speaking of Lawyers...We must talk sbout the most fashionable lawyer out there..🎀 ; Elle Woods!!The Peppy Blonde Barbie From Bel-Air is Undeniably one of the most loved it girl characters out there!! she inspires many girls & women to do their absolute best in academics and maintain their authenticity and being charismatic and kind to those around her even with people who don’t like her!!, She’s literally the Pioneer of femininity in the work force bringing her girly & hyperfeminine personality + style while also studying law and becoming a lawyer

...but it’s not always glitz and glamour for Elleseeing as early on in the movie no one seems to genuinely taker her seriously and judging her too quickly because of her girly style,chipper personality & being a classic sorority queen but as elle and had more and more people on her back about her “being a ditz” “not being smart enough” she makes her own one women revolution on a quest to prove them all wrong! and when doing this she still doesn’t stray away from her bubbly personality and trendy style and with doing this proving thats girls can be girly and hyperfem and still be smart and pursue a career but even with doing this she can’t seem to shake the image of the stereotypical “Dumb Blonde” as we see in the movie when her professor seems to only hire ell because she’s pretty and not because of her academic success.

now obviously this makes elle spiral and think shes not good enough to where she ends up giving up becoming a lawyer because she feels as though because shes the stereotypical blonde rich girl from bel-air that she can’t be anything but a pretty face but still after the fact elle picks herself back up in one of the final scene of the MovieShowing up to the courtroom sport her ICONIC Pink dress and Bedazzled Pink Pumps and using her knowledge in fashion,beauty and cosmetics to ultimately win her case even withhaving the hard ship of not taken seriously!! 🎀

these two of literally in my top 3 favorites theyre just perfect and amazing and no matter what they do people are always talking about them no matter what rather good or bad they are truly it girls now What can we learn from these two dazzling women...

⁃  Hard work pays off

⁃  You can have beauty and brains

⁃  Never Dumb yourself down too be someone everyone else wants you to be

⁃  Always work hard no matter the circumstances

⁃  Take care of yourself

⁃  People opinions on you don’t Matter because at the end of the day you onlyhave to prove yourself to yourself

⁃ You’re So weird, Never change that!

| 𝜗𝜚݁ ˖ The Glitzy Divas !! 🎀

🛍 : The Glitzy Diva Type is my FAVORITE!! Im literally Obsessed with Kimora and Sharpay They Inspire me so much and theyre like soo iconic so ofc we have to start of with Mother Herself Mrs.

Kimora Lee Simmons 🛍 : The Mother of Baby Phat How made her breakthrough in the modeling industry at only 15 And Being Signed with Chanel She is Known for Her Love of

Fashion Glitz and Glamour The Fashion Maven coining her brand Baby Phat in 1999 rose to fame without question i mean her clothes are literally so iconic you name she has it !!

⁃  phone cases

⁃  jackets

⁃  jeans

⁃  Body Suits

⁃  Denim Jackets

⁃  Boots

⁃  Hats

⁃  Tank Tops

⁃  Buffer Coats

⁃  Lip Gloss

⁃  PerfumeSHE HAD IT ALL!!

Because she is literally just FABULOUS she has always had this love for the glitz and the glamour and always hold her self too a high standard if she wanted it she would get it and thats just the way its gonna be!!! she had a habit of running up Phone Bills,Credit Card etc. truly princess activities now what can we learn from this ICON!I can do everything by myself, the only person I have to look out for is myself - Kimora Lee SimmonsPersonally

i think she is trying to say she is only supposed to be validated within her self and Only Her Opinion Matter No Matter What and its so true because at the end of the day you know you best and all you’ll is yourself!All the hard work in the world won't get you anywhere if you don't powerfully project your personality and style. How are you going to differentiate yourself from them? - Kimora Lee Simmons

BE YOURSELF!! literally being your own authentic self is literally the ultimate it girl secret and you can literally see for yourself not all it girl are one in the same they are authentically their own and that makes them all special!!People want to throw things at you and make you fall off because you're at a certain enviable height. - Kimora Lee Simmons. Like honestly she such a philosopher and i don’t care like this is so true with all it girls people are always talking about them no matter what because they feel a certain sense of jealousy

towards them for no reason when these women are literally like the best people LOVE to hate on it girl so much they end of loving them They Love to Hate them and Hate 2 Love Them!! 🎀

Now lwts talk about another favorite of mine the FABULOUS ...

⭐ : Sharpay Evans !!

The one and Only Sharpay Evans The Queen Bee that everyone tried to tear down but if were being honest she will NEVER Fall She hold her self to princess standard with her fabulous self concept

“Everything Has to be Perfect for me” Fabulous by Sharpay Evans

Having Everyone always hating in her never stopped her still always being the school Queen Bee She is constantly talked about bye everyone!! i mean yeah she is quite snobby but she is still CRAZY AMBITIOUS. and shes willing to do any and everything to make sure she gets her way Shes The Princess and that will never change

No matter what people say about her own personal style she doesn’t care only her opinion matters Because she’s FABULOUS everything around her HAS to be Fabulous as well

⁃  Wardrobe

⁃  Hair

⁃  LockerEverything

She Believes that she is better than her peers and tbh.. She kinda Is i mean Their Vocals and performance were mediocre compared to SharpayShe stands about too much i mean her fabulousness was too much for them to handle shes

Her Iconess is

Stylish Pretty Iconic Talented Ambitious and Hardworking too much for them they can’t tell can’t HANDLE IT!!

Now what can we learn from these two FABULOUS ICONS

⁃  Only Your Opinion Matters

⁃  Always Put Yourself First

⁃  Keep Working Hard for what you want

⁃  If Something isn’t up to your standards don’t settle for less

⁃  No Matter how much people talk and knock you down you’re still gonna be above their Judgement!!

⁃ Only Conform too your own standard

CELEBS ;

i wanna start off this section strong and talk about jojo siwa's new release "karma". i've linked the music video there so u can watch it and feel free to share ur opinions in the comment section but shes been receiving lots of mixed reviews from netizens.

most of the backlash comes from interviews that shes done like when she said that she was the first person in her generation to have this major of a rebrand. a huge shift in all this drama tho was when people found out that she did NOT in fact write the song like she claimed she did, which does NOT look good for her

she bought the song from brit smith and its like, WORD FOR WORD. and people feel some kind of way bcuz jojo could've just straight up been honest and say that she bought the song, which a lot of artists in the music industry do and theres nothing inherently wrong with it.

but the problem is that she tried to make it seem like she wrote it and even goes as far as to claim that she did in fact write it. and now that its shown that she bought it from brit smith, it kinda just blew up in her face.

PREP FOR NEXT YEAR ;

as we know the 2023-2024 school year is coming to an end very soon and if ur anything like me, ur feeling FATIGUED. and rightfully so of course, school can be super taxing sometimes.

this is ur sign though to take a BREAK, spend a day just for you and for rejuvenation bcuz to keep going u need to have strength. school is almost done U GOT THIS. what helps me is to count down the days until school lets out so that i can be excited 🍹✨

now is the time tho to plan out what courses ur gonna take next year, wrap up whatever u need to for this school year so that u can walk into the next school year ready to dominate. make plans for the summer and hype urself up to have an amazing time!

thats all for this months catalog, there will be a new edition each month with new content and it'll be updated on a monthly basis so if thats something that interests you or if you like these kinds of posts stay tuned for the next, till next month girlies✨

[c0smoshit]

Comfort headcanons!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud, Zack and my bby Vincent

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none, just fluff

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ First little fic after a while, hope you guys enjoy!!

Cloud

★ As we all know, he isn't the best comfort buddy

★ But, through all the years he had to slowly leave behind all his trauma, he definitely has softened up

★ Secretly loves the way you would fall asleep on him after bawling your eyes out

★ Obviously not much of a talker, he prefers to listen and just be there for you

★ I just love to think that it always ends up in a hours-lasting cuddling session, doesn't matter if he was the one who needed to be comforted or the other way around

"It´s fine, really" However, your puffy cheeks said otherwise as you adverted your gaze from him. Your arms hugging your body wearily, soft sniffles and of course, your ragged breathing was all you had let him see. His approach was sincere, walking slowly up to you just to place a hand on your shoulder, he sure had improved on how to just... listen over the years. "Talk to me" But still you wouldn't budge, turning your face from him, embarrassed he had to see you like this once again. So after huffing out a sigh he seemed to have been holding for quite a while now, he placed his left hand on your unoccupied shoulder and pulled you closer to him. Then you let go, ugly sobbing into his chest as you fisted his shirt. His hands trying the most soothing patterns he recalls you drawing on his back after a rough day. He would caress as tenderly as he could, not quite being used to touching a texture softer than the handle of his sword, to hear such pretty cries and not from death. "Sorry, I just-" You hiccuped after you had rambled your sorrows into the tension-filled air of your room. However, he didn't budge, muffling your priceless apologies into his chest as he opted to just hold you for however you needed him to. That was his way of showing you how much he appreciated you, everything you had done to soothe him, he will reciprocate too.

Zack

★ MAJOR comforter

★ I mean, he doesn't even have to do anything, his meere presence is just so comforting

★ He feels bad about it but he loves your face whenever you're grumpy or upset, he just finds your tear-stained cheeks so cute!

★ Oh and btw, you aren't crying more than 5 minutes when he's around

★ He would do anything to make you forget it, want some icecream? He's already bought like 10 of them. A massage? Face down lying on your mattress asap

"C'mon y/n" You felt his saddened voice ring through your ears, his hands holding your waist as you hid your face under your palms. Your cheekbones glistening and getting irritated from the saltiness of your tears, and the more he tried to sneak a peek out of the them, the worse he felt. "Look at me please" He whispered as he delicately placed his still gloved hands over yours, finally prying them off your gorgerous face. "There we go, as beautiful as I remember" You didn't know why, but at first glance, his dumb but somewhat anxious smile looking down at you made you mimic his own expression, earning a playful laugh from him. It really wasn't fair, you thought, you could never be upset around him. "What? Got something funny on my face?" He joked before swiftly moving his hands and reaching the sides of your waist, nagging your sides until he had to catch you from falling on your ass as you laughed. "You're such a dork" You giggled out after he lifted you into his arms, your feet dangling off the floor as your arms were trapped under a bear hug. Hearts beating shakily into each other the more he nuzzled into you. "Yeah, but you love it"

Vincent

★ Tbh I think he's the most compressive of the three

★ Would and will listen to you ramble for hours of necessary, he's such a hopeless romantic

★ Not a fan of physical contact but if you are, he would not complain if you wanted to cuddle with him

★ (I mean this mf is always sleeping on his coffin)

★ Will do whatever you felt more comfortable with, if you just want him to listen and be there, he will, if you want to be alone, he will leave you be (but ofc he later would be looking for you to see if you were fine)

"Who was it?" A sudden deep voice rang through your ears, making you jolt up from the floor as you looked around to spot the source of it. And of course, it was your deary sneaky vampire. "Jesus" You choked out before turning your back to him, telling him that one, he really should stop sneaking on you like that and two, of course it was nothing. Either way, as soon as he heard your pained voice he knew you required some comfort, he's been there already. The more you stepped away, the more he tried to approach you, finally getting to wrap his cold arms on your waist as your back pressed against his chest. . . . You both stayed like that for a while, rocking back and forth as he lulled you, letting you cry out your last tears before you finally felt relief, slumping down on him as sleepiness took over your features.

He huffed out what seemed a quiet laugh before dragging you back into your bed, sitting on it first as he let you nestle on his lap, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you slowly dozed off on him. His cloack sure was comforting.

Bonus!!

"Don't let such a stupid thing get into your head dummy" "Yeah, she's right y/n" You swore you couldn't feel any warmer in that moment, the girl's you've always looked up to were sweeter than ever. And yeah, it was a stupid thing you were upset about too.

Then they both took you on one of the best improvised little dates ever, taking walks and admiring the (not-so-clean) streets of Midgar. Then Aerith took you to her house, Tifa following shortly behind you as they both giggled playfully.

A cuddling session followed closely and you were absolutely living it. Snacking on some homemade food Aerith's mom had worked on the day before and nuzzling your head onto Aerith's chest meanwhile Tifa had her arms around you for behind.

"You both are the best, really"

You sighed out, your eyes not puffy anymore as you glanced at both of them. Earning more sweet comments from the brunnete and nods from the bartender.

[star-suh]

The Substitute

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny, college au, blowjob, protected sex, cum eating, ass stuffing (?), also let's just say johnny has hyperspermia in this fic.

an: this was 1 of 2 ideas from @ldrei so wait for the other one 😈 (it's a different fic, not a continuation)

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yn's math teacher was sick and he was kinda happy because that means that there will not be math classes in the next few weeks... or well that's what he thought..

“hello class, the name's johnny suh i'm your new substitute math teacher for now. i hope we can get along well these weeks” he smiled.

“god can you please close that mouth, drool is spilling all over the desk” haechan joked watching how yn was already head over heels for the new teacher “man he's so fine” yn faked a moan, that the teacher noticed, “with a teacher like this i will come to math classes every day” added yn.

classes passed and johnny always noticed y/n's stares at his pants, more exactly his crotch area. currently everyone was in an exam, yn raised his hand to ask the teacher something that he didn't understand, "teacher i don't understand the fifth point, can you help me please?", "i’d be happy to yn" both of johnny's hands were positioned on the student's shoulder, his breathing and whispers echoing in his head while his citrus cologne made yn feel dizzy. johnny laughed mentally seeing how easy yn was to be tamed.

class is over, everyone was packing up to go home, "mr. ln yn i need you to stay to talk to you about the exam" suddenly johnny announced making the boy stay still in shock, was he caught cheating? “i'm invited to your funeral, right?” jokes haechan, running quickly towards the door to avoid being beaten by yn.

“please i won't do it again but don't make me fail this exam, i beg” yn pleaded he was about to kneel when johnny says “what are you talking about?”... yn zoned out for some seconds looking at the floor “umm didn't you caught me cheating on the exam?” he explained, johnny was surprised "in fact i was going to congratulate you because you were the only one who passed it but.. now i know why...".

yn wanted the earth to swallow him and spit him god knows where, he just screwed everything up "however i could pretend not to hear that" johnny slowly walked around the desk sitting in front of yn "why don't we take advantage of the fact that you're already kneeling?" yn's eyes widened and fell directly to johnny's crotch, he had it there in front of him in all its glory. without thinking twice, yn smashed his nose and mouth against the teacher's crotch and began to smell and grope it like he was in heat.

time passed and yn was so happy slurping and tasting that amazing cock, it was so big and thick that almost didn't fit in his mouth “don't worry if you can't take it all, i know another hole that could” he winked at the student who felt embarrassed, a blushing appearing in his cheeks and the back of his neck.

thankfully the college was empty by now, except for some guards but they were usually at the entrance so yn wouldn't have to worry about hiding his moans, johnny's cock was very big and yn's tight hole was struggling to take it all in, the stretching was painful but pleasurable thanks to the textured condom and the lube. “how does it feel, cheater boy hmm?” johnny murmured while kissing the neck and the back of the other, “so fucking good mr. suh.. i should come to class with you every day”, “haha yeah you should” the other added while exploring yn's body with his hands, groping his chest, his torso and finally his dick “damn you're leaking like a faucet” the teacher used that pre-cum as a lotion to masturbate yn.

johnny thrusts started to get sloppy, he hadn't masturbated in weeks so his balls were full of cum, his heavy balls slapping against yn's ass waiting to be emptied. yn moaned while cumming on the other's hand “clean it for me please” johnny grunted leaving his hand in front of yn's face so he could lick the cum. johnny came inside the condom but still inside yn, his cock throbbing while splurting lots of thick warm cum inflating the condom in the process.

johnny rode his high with a few last thrusts, He tried to take out his cock but he had cum so much, the condom was full of semen and it looked like a plug. johnny only took out his cock, leaving the condom inside and tying it to prevent the content from spilling out. "i'll leave that there for you to have fun later," "thank you, dear professor”. yn went home with the condom full of semen still inside him "shit, it feels so nice”.

in the next classes they kept fucking after everyone was gone, they were so hungry for each other that they would see each otherr outside university to satisfy their carnal desires. even after the math teacher returned, yn and johnny continued their affair with the excuse that the student needed extra classes and who better than the teacher johnny to do that.

[suzukiblu]

Day nineteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

. . . huh, Tim thinks as he watches Kon rub his thumb over the goat's soft and fluffy fur, suddenly reminded of the cashmere. Okay, maybe his hypothesis about Kon's possible appreciation for nice textures is actually a thing, then. Noted and taken into evidence. 

“It's . . . cute,” Kon says, ducking his head a little and still slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth across the goat's fur as he looks down at it again, his face still all red. Tim makes a mental note about maximizing the amount of nice textures in Kon's life. He is gonna buy him sheets with a very high thread count, just to start. “Um–thanks, man.” 

“You're welcome,” Tim says as he has the incredibly weird thought that Kon has probably never actually owned an actual toy before. Like, maybe video games and things like that? He’s pretty sure he's heard Kon mention a few video games he likes before, now that he's thinking about it, but in retrospect he doesn't know if he even owns a console of his own or just played them with someone else at some point or . . . who knows, really? 

Like, Tim didn't decide to buy him a toy because of that, obviously, he really was just thinking of the idea as a cute little hopefully-the-right-kind-of-flirty reminder of how they “met”, but . . . 

It's a weird thought, is all.

. . . also, additional mental note, he should make sure to buy Kon a console if he doesn't already have one. And maybe a handheld system too, and obviously whatever games he wants for both. Maybe a couple spare controllers in case he wants to have anyone over, Tim has no idea, but better safe than sorry. 

“Let’s pay,” he says, redistributing the shopping bags between both hands again and then nodding towards the register. “Do you like video games?” 

“Sure,” Kon says, glancing sidelong at him again as they head for the counter. He’s doing that a lot, it feels like, though Tim isn’t sure why yet. Just intel to absorb, for right now. “Who doesn’t like video games?” 

“Do you have any?” Tim asks, and Kon looks–embarrassed, almost? Weirdly? 

“I can’t exactly have you over to play, man. No offense, it’s like a security clearance thing with the lab,” he says, which is not where Tim was going with that at all and is sort of . . . flustering, actually. Like, to hear, he means. He’s trying to buy things for Kon, not invite himself over to, like . . . pester him for attention or whatever. 

“Yeah, you'd be kind of hard to explain to my dad,” he agrees, putting on a wry expression. Kon's mouth tightens for a second, for some reason, and then he smiles awkwardly in his direction, not quite meeting his eyes. Tim represses a frown, wondering what that’s about. 

“Usually am, yeah,” Kon says. 

“Well, once we get you a place of your own, that’ll solve that problem,” Tim says reasonably as they wait in line together, though obviously he doesn’t really expect Kon to have him over or–

“You’d actually wanna come over if I had my own place?” Kon asks hesitantly. “Like–to hang out or whatever?” 

. . . Tim wonders who exactly ground all of Kon’s usually-boundless confidence into the dirt, because he’d just like to have a word with them. Or shove a doomsday weapon up their ass; whichever’s more convenient at the time. Considering how Kon usually acts, Tim doesn’t even want to think about how shitty someone had to be to get a reaction like that out of him. 

“I would,” he says. “We could order in and play something, maybe.” 

“I don’t actually have a console or anything. Shit, I don’t even have a TV,” Kon admits. “Which is not a request, for the record, just a statement.” 

“Okay,” Tim says, which as a response is something he’s just gonna let Kon interpret however he likes. He could just have a TV and console delivered to Cadmus for him, probably. Although he doesn’t actually know how big Kon’s room is, so in retrospect maybe that’ll be something to buy once they get to the stage where Kon’s picking out furniture for his new apartment/house/cul-de-sac. Easier to size and scale correctly that way, Tim figures. 

God, how big is Kon’s room? Is it just a room? Like a dorm or something? Is it at least actual normal bedroom-sized? 

. . . he really, really hopes it’s not a barracks situation. 

“I mean it,” Kon says as Tim pays for the goat and they leave the store. “Like, this was really cool of you, but you’ve definitely done enough. I didn’t do anything that special, you know?” 

“I feel like I’m the one who gets to value your effort in saving my life,” Tim says. “Like, monetarily and all. As a whole fiscal thing.” 

“It really wasn’t a big deal, though,” Kon insists. “Like, I didn’t risk my neck or anything. It wasn't even hard.” 

“You put in the time to learn how to do that with your TTK to begin with, even from halfway across the gallery floor,” Tim says. “Just because it was easy to do then doesn’t mean it was easy to learn to begin with. I think it’s really impressive that you even figured out you could do that to begin with.” 

“I mean–well, yeah, I guess,” Kon says, ducking his head as his face flushes again. “I just . . . like, it took a while to figure out how to do it right, definitely. So I wouldn’t say impressive.” 

“If you’re trying to be modest, maybe don’t lead with ‘I worked really hard on improving myself and it worked really well’,” Tim says, flashing him a wry little smile. Kon turns even redder, then grins sheepishly at him. 

“Look, TTK is badass, but it’s way less impressive than punching a giant asteroid into gravel,” he says. “Or superspeeding through all the bad guys in a microsecond.” 

“Why?” Tim asks, tilting his head. “Lots of people can punch an asteroid in half. You could break it down into its component parts and also make sure none of said parts escaped into the atmosphere or crashed any satellites. And you don’t need superspeed when you can keep the bad guys from even moving to begin with, right?” 

“Huh?” Kon says, looking–startled, a little. Tim’s been doing his research, but also just thinking–plus he's pretty sure that talking up TTK as a power is just about the best possible way to get Kon to be into Tim Drake for as long as possible, so . . . 

“I’m just saying, you seem really versatile. Like, you’re obviously not just a bruiser,” he says reasonably, though the more time he's spent trying to think about TTK lately, the more aware he's become that Kon tries very hard to be one whenever possible. Like–much more often than he actually should, in fact. “Your powers are really flexible, from what I’ve noticed. You can be a scalpel and a hammer. Possibly simultaneously, depending on your multitasking skills, I don’t really know how that works.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, the startled expression turning flustered even as he grins a little helplessly and ducks his head, twisting the handles of the shopping bag the clerk put the goat in around his fingers. “Uh, I mean, it depends, but . . . kinda, I guess.” 

Okay, well–he looks a little less boisterous and smug than Tim would've expected him to get over direct compliments to his TTK, honestly, but he does still seem flattered. Tim had just been prepared for annoying bragging and overblown pride as a reaction, not that helpless little grin Kon's currently trying to hide. So that's . . . weird, yeah. Huh. 

“Well, I think it's impressive,” he informs him with an easy shrug, and watches maybe a little bit too curiously as Kon's grin widens and he ducks his head lower. He looks so–not proud or arrogant, still, but pleased. 

It's definitely weird. 

Tim can't pretend there isn't an equally weird part of him that thinks it's cute, though. It's a little strange being the one hyping up the exact same superpower Kon's usually incapable of shutting up about while he tries to downplay it, but he guesses it's not that different from being the one carrying most of the bags right now. Just a little bit of a temporary role reversal while Kon's wearing a soft cashmere sweater instead of his usual heavy leather jacket and Tim's not wearing a mask. 

Well–at least not a domino, anyway. It gets a little more complicated going with the metaphorical definition, obviously. 

“I'm still buying you lunch whatever you say,” he says. “And a bigger wardrobe. You can't always show up in your superhero gear, somebody's gonna notice you eventually.” 

“Geez, man, how many times are you planning to see me in civvies?” Kon says, and if his accompanying laugh didn't sound a little forced, Tim would assume Kon was saying he was going to be bored of him before that was a concern. That laugh makes it sound more like Kon thinks it’s likelier that Tim is going to get bored of him, though. 

No, Tim is pretty sure that's wishful thinking on his part. It's too tempting to attribute evidence like that to mean something he'd like it to mean, is all. 

“I don't know,” he says, giving Kon a smile. “How many times are you planning to let me?” 

Kon stares at him for a moment, turns red, and then laughs self-consciously and looks away. 

His flirting standards are still extremely low, yeah. Thank god, because Tim absolutely sucks at this.