backstage freaky time with rockstar mikasa plssss 🙏 (if possible popstar reader or just fan/girlfriend) being all secretive and shi
‧₊˚﹙♥︎﹚ rockstar!mikasa + popstar!reader.
ᰔ warnings: afab!reader. semi public sex. strap on usage. brat taming lowk- highkey. slight marking/bruising. #fingersinmouth small mention!! squirting. wrote the half of this on a bus & a train, enjoy ig…..
mikasa, who’s 100% aware of the fact that you both have rehearsals in 15 (if not a couple) minutes, hence why she tries to make this as quick as possible. though, with the amount of restrained time you both have, it’s quite impossible for her to go easy on you because you’re so tempting: you look too pretty with your styled hair, your stockings and suit, she can’t be wasting this!! first thing she does is dragging you by the arm, whispering in your ear: “i’d like to discuss with you in private.” from there on, the dressing room’s air grows thicker as you two enter within the middle of a making-out session, roughly twisting your tongues together & rubbing yourselves against one another, as if you haven’t seen each other in years.
and if i say…..mikasa who sneaks her strap™ in the backstage?? sure, this is enjoyable enough when she has the relying of her fingers only, but something new wouldn’t hurt anyone, am i right? anywayss……feeling the prominent bulge as you press yourself further and furrowing your brows in confusion until you let a soft chuckle slip, realizing what it is. “you’re wearing that? seriously?” mikasa shrugs a look; instead of answering back to your obvious, sarcastic point, she frowns, as if she were personally offended. “y-you don’t like?” she looked unbelievably confident when she approached you, and whenever you play along with it, it lasts — if that. her hips withdraw a little, shyly because of your tone. “no, hey! i do like it,” you calmly answer, trying to soothe her apprehension. “s’just— i didn’t see that coming….you know,” you hiss, “i wouldn’t ever expect someone like you to bring that to backstage.”
people passing by the hallways of the building muffles itself down to white noise as mikasa genuinely whines from your statement; she might even like to talk back at your conclusion until she utterly remembers that your time’s arranged. not many tugs on the line you own: not a mere second will go to waste, she thinks to herself. a hand slithers to your hip whereas the other goes straight your shoulder, balancing you to keep steady against the concrete wall. as your lips come in contact with one another again, your crotch ruts against the bulge with purpose now, the fabric giving the friction you’ve been searching for throughout the whole day. “mhh—” you drawl out, almost too loudly for how quiet you should be now. therefore, mikasa dispatches her lips from yours & slams the hand that was previously on your shoulder to your mouth. “shh,” your eyes widen slightly in bewilderment to her spontaneity, “you know i love when you make those noises, but we can’t be heard now.”
tossing her hand away from a few inches, you annoyingly complain: “augh c’mon, how come we can’t be seen? it’s not like we’ll get crucified or something!” and to your complete surprise, mikasa’s middle & ring fingers (from the same exact hand!!) jam down your throat within the speed of sound. you choke around the heavily calloused digits, a filthy gag sound spills from the back of your throat. “please don’t make me go hard on you.” as much as mikasa wills to own a dominant stance, she looks indeed desperately feral. as if that sounded more like a question than an affirmation, her eyes lighten in crave & her mouth’s curled in a needy pout. your pulse drums against your ribcage at a brutal pace, the ache in your clit growing simultaneously. lifting your head up to find some room to speak, “or else?” you groan much to your dismay: was it supposed to be a threat?
one thing leads to another: one minute you’re teasing each other about the fact that you two should remain hidden, and the other mikasa’s pounding into you from behind with the strap buried in your plush cunt. your walls clamp around the silicone shaft as the flesh of your asscheeks slaps along her lap, the whole predicament has her behaving like a bitch in heat. her fingers linger above your hips, maneuvering you to keep composure as her thrusts grow sloppier. soft uh uh uh’s wheel forward with your muffled moans & a familiar knot in your lower belly.
“fuckfuck— mika!” you mewl, trying your best effort to be as quick and quiet as possible — even if mikasa’s turning it into a challenge. the tip of her cock brushes against that particular spot that makes your vision go blurry anytime, her momentum is fucking relentless and your slick pools in between your thighs. you fuck yourself on the toy progressively, bouncing your hips as to prove that you possibly need more, which makes her move faster if possible. “shh— fuck, i told you to be quiet,” she breathes. your mouth hangs open, letting out louder whines as she moves you uppermost, settling herself to give you a harsher, maybe the fateful thrust that makes your head spin and set atop of your shoulder to face her and state: “m’so close!”
that sight only is enough for her to become a furious beast, which increases by the way her clit bumps against the base of the harness. her grip on your waist tightens to the point that her nails dig in your skin, leaving a few half-moons upon the flesh. “uh-uh….oh baby,” she outright gasps, “come for me, i know you can—”
knock knock.
mikasa stops her movements and you tempt yourself not to scream when you hear someone hitting the door repeatedly, turning both your gazes to the metal handle. “rehearsals in 5 minutes. are you ready?” fuck, is she early or are we late? these questions tempest mikasa’s mind until she hears you from beneath: “don’t you dare stop.” as you state your desire, she looks at you baffled; though, in total honesty, given the conditions you’re both in, 5 minutes or even less would be enough, right? sweat dribbles from her forehead as she finds herself stuck, unmoving. “miss y/n?” the presence wonders, the thrill (as needed for the crazy bitch you are) makes a smirk poke from the corner of your mouth & leaves you curious on how mikasa will handle the situation: until, to prove the opposite of your point, instead of letting it go for good, mikasa plays along with it and fulfills your pride by moving her hips like she was doing before.
she hesitated a little before committing to the action, but given the fact that you’re both incredibly close, this is the most inappropriate way to escape the shame; i mean, wouldn’t it be weak to leave up on you like that? as a matter of fact it’d be worse, considering how many fans would kill off their firstborn to have a chance with you. strokes begin timidly, still leaving the person standing by the door hanging, until you have the idea to mutter: “y-yeah, i’m almost ready. give me a minute.” god, it’s a miracle not a single noise slipped through.
“alright.” as soon as you hear footsteps on the floor, that gives mikasa the green light to go rougher. your folds part around the strap once again, leaking in so much wetness the toy slips in & out of your effortlessly, for now. mikasa feels overwhelmed as if she was the one getting fucked, panting and undecided on whichever she should stare at. yet, for sure, your back is truly a sight to behold; curved in a beautiful arch, revealing to her the mess you’ve gathered in between your thighs.
“mh, so pretty,” she rasps, “i can’t believe i get to have you for myself.” you buckle your hips until you feel mikasa’s thrusts becoming more sporadic; latter to a fault, unlike the easiness you were slithering onto it with previously, your walls clench around the strap violently now. “fuck! m-mikasa….m’gonna cum.” you moan out boldly, uncaring of people hearing by any chance. your head leans back one more time until, to your surprise, the orgasm washes all over you, spilling upon the floor. your juices flow down to your ankles, leaving mikasa’s mouth agape. you give yourselves a minute to recollect, bathing in the quietness of the room that slowly turns in crowd’s noises. “i guess,” you pant, “i guess i’m not the only one who loves doing it in public, am i right?”
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A few years ago, my wife found a cyst growing in the folds of her vagina lips that she was too afraid to go to the doctor for. It kept growing larger because she was too embarrassed to go and have it checked out. When I finally forced her to go to the doctor, it had grown enough that it needed to be surgically removed. It has been two years since the surgery, and she still claims that it hurts. So much so that we rarely have sex anymore. When we do, she says it hurts, and I feel guilty when I ask. I turned inward and hid my emotions and disappointment that our marriage had taken such a turn. She'd never really enjoyed sex, but she says she gave in so I wouldn't feel neglected. Other times, she'd lay a pretty heavy guilt trip on me and leverage it to get something out of it.
I had grown sullen and depressed, and my wife would tear into me about it, saying, how did I think she felt? Over time, our eighteen-year-old daughter had taken notice of our arguments. She approached me one afternoon while her mother was at work. She'd asked me how I was doing. When I told her that things were rough since she got hurt, I tried to sound positive and said that we'd get through it. That's when my daughter, Iroha, told me that she thought mom was faking so she wouldn't have to have sex. When I asked her what gave her that idea, she told me that she'd caught Mom masturbating and that she keeps a dildo in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. I immediately went to look, and sure enough, there was a ten-inch dildo under her nightie and body lotions.
I was at a loss for words. I was heartbroken. My wife had been lying to me because she didn't want to have sex with me. Anger, rage, and betrayal all flooded my mind and quickly led to thoughts of leaving her. Iroha sat on the edge of the bed next to me, telling me that she didn't want to be from a divorced home. She said that she'd be willing to help out. That she'd do anything to keep us together. She hugged me from the side, pressing her large breasts into my shoulder. She snorted when I asked what she thought she could do to save our marriage. She sank to her knees at my feet, looking up into my eyes, saying, "I'll do anything to keep you from leaving us, Dad."
I surveyed a canyon of cleavage as I looked down, watching my little girl staring up at me with pleading puppy dog eyes. She slid her hands up my thighs to the zipper of my pants. I sat in utter shock, frozen as she unzipped my pants. Iroha slipped her hand in the opening of my boxers to fish my penis out of my pants. She blushed at its size when she finally freed my trouser snake.
My cock is a modest eight inches and was likely the biggest that she'd ever seen. "Let me help you, Daddy," she whispered as she took my cock between her lips, sucking me erect. Her head bobbed as she swirled her tongue down the length of my shaft. My little girl sucked my cock until I released my seed into her mouth. I could hear her gulp as she swallowed my cum. It had been so long that there must have been a gallon of it.
Once she finished swallowing every last drop, she rose to her feet, wiping her lips. I stood there wobbly kneed, uncertain whether to thank her or not. When I opened my mouth to speak, she stopped me, saying that she was glad to do it as long as it kept me from leaving the family. She hugged me and said, "Let me know when you need me to help you again," as she left the room. I was left dumbfounded. Iroha had just sucked my cock to keep me from divorcing her mother. I was stunned and aroused at the same time. Iroha let me know that she was available for sex when I needed her.
My cock was swinging in the breeze as I followed her down the hallway to her room. I walked into her room just as she sat on the foot of her bed. I don't remember doing it, but I had shed the rest of my clothes by the time I had gotten to her room. I never dreamed I'd ever be thanking my daughter for a blow job, but here I was. I thanked her and asked her what she meant. "I mean, I don't want to be from a broken home," she said. "And if that means that I have to take over for Mom, then I will. If she's going to be selfish, then I will fuck you. I will do anything to keep you happy."
Hearing my little girl say that she'd fuck me sent a tingle through my balls, and I started to get hard again. I was standing right in front of her, and she grinned when my pecker stared her in the face. She smiled as she stood and slipped her shirt over her head. She then stripped off the rest of her clothing and stood fully nude in front of me. She was absolutely gorgeous, all five feet of her. Her golden hair was tied in pigtails with little bows. Her slender body looked like an anime character with her life-preserver sized tits. She took my hand and pulled it into her clean-shaven vagina, pushing my finger between her wet puffy pussy lips. I leaned in and kissed her as my fingers penetrated her vagina. Our lips parted at the same time, and our tongues danced in each other's mouths while I slid my finger in and out of her slippery slit.
I swept Iroha off her feet, carried her around to the side, and placed her on the bed, climbing in next to her. I leaned over her, kissing her softly, thanking her for being such a loving and giving daughter. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy," she said, bringing her lips to mine, kissing me, and driving her tongue back into my mouth. "Dad, I'm not leaving for college in the fall unless I know you and Mom aren't going to split up," she said adamantly. "Otherwise, I will attend locally."
I cupped her breast, sucking the nipple as I slid my fingers back into her warmth. My thumb grazed her clit, eliciting a faint moan. I did it again and again, softly rubbing circles on her clitoris. I fingered her until she came. I wanted to pleasure my daughter as she had just done for me. I spread her legs and positioned myself between her thighs, kissing her glistening pussy lips. I slid my tongue between the folds of her labia, dipping it into her drooling hole, fucking her with my tongue. I raised her knees, laying her legs over my shoulders as I licked her to another orgasm. My little girl wrapped her legs around my head and began to hump my face. She grabbed my head, pulling it harder to her cunt as she drove her tight little twat into my mouth. She gasped as a powerful climax hit her like a ton of bricks. Her hips bucked and undulated until her climax ebbed. I tried to slip my fingers back into her pussy, but she pushed my hand away, saying, "No, Daddy. I want your cock in me. Get on your back."
I fell off the bed when I tried to lie next to her. I laughed, telling her that maybe it was time we got her a bigger bed. My baby girl crawled off the bed so I could lie down. She straddled me, dangling her breasts over my face. I grabbed her titties, pressing my face into her boobs, kissing and sucking them. Iroha slid her slipping slit on my cock, guiding its tip into her dripping hole. Her mouth gaped wide as she lowered herself onto my rigid member. She exhaled, "Ahhh fuuuck," escaped her lips as my cock bottomed out inside her pussy. I pointed her nipples together and sucked them in unison, flicking them with my tongue as she began to ride my cock. God, she was tight. Her twat gripped my cock like a python with its prey. It didn't take long before she was squealing with delight. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her as she continued to hump her hips on my dick. My baby girl grabbed the headboard as she pounded herself faster on my cock. I could feel her twat pulsing on my shaft as she was building to another colossal climax. Her cunt muscles gripped my shaft tightly as she climaxed, pushing me over the edge. "Baby, I'm going to cum!" I gasped.
"Go ahead, Daddy. Cum in me. Cum in my cunt," she hissed in ecstasy.
I grabbed her hips, thrusting my cock as deep as I could into her tantalizing tight twat. She came as soon as my steamy seed streamed into her cunt. "God, I'm cumming!" I groaned.
"Me too, Daddy. Me too!" she shrieked.
She started bucking her hips front and back, grinding the tip of my cock against her cervix as I filled her with my warm goo. She pulled a bit too hard on the headboard, breaking it. A loud CRACK echoed in the room as it snapped, hitting me on the head. The two of us continued humping each other, desperately trying to extend our ecstasy. Just as Iroha fell onto my chest in exhaustion, the head of the bed fell to the floor. "Jesus, Dad. What a way to make our first fuck memorable," she laughed as she tried to get up.
"Well, shit! How are we going to explain that to Mom?" she asked.
"Let's go and get you a new bed before mom gets home," I said. "Call it a thank you for fucking my brains out."
"That's what I was going to say," Iroha said as she wiped my cum out of her dripping hole.
"Oh, Sweetie. I'm sorry, I didn't even think about using a condom," I apologized.
"Dad, I've been on the pill since I was sixteen. Remember?" she asked.
We decided to go get my truck to work today from the plant where my wife works. She was working twelve-hour shifts, and I thought I would exchange vehicles and park the car in the same spot. Hopefully, she'd figure out what we did. As we were leaving the lot after exchanging vehicles, we saw my wife getting into a male coworker's car. We watched as her head quickly disappeared below the dashboard. Iroha and I sat in utter shock as the man reclined the driver's seat. Every once in a while, we would see the top of my wife's head bob up and down. Iroha fumed, calling her mother a fucking slutty bitch.
I drove closer to where they were parked and shut the truck off. We watched as my wife's head bobbed faster in the guy's lap. Iroha and I got out of the truck, leaving the doors open so as not to alert them of our presence. I realized that my wife was sucking her married supervisor's cock during their lunch break. She'd pulled her shirt up and undid her bra so the guy could play with her tit while she blew him. I don't know why, but I grabbed my phone and started recording just before Iroha knocked on the window, yelling, "You cheating slut. Fuck you, Mom, for wrecking our family!"
My wife's head came up just as the guy started blowing his wad. Streams of cum shot up, splashing off of her face. Her mouth dropped open in shock at being discovered with another guy's dick in her mouth. The guy's last spurt of cum landed on her on her lips as she screamed that she was sorry. The screams of my wife and daughter attracted the attention of other employees who were on break, and a number of employees approached to see what the commotion was about. Luckily, none of them pulled out their cell phones like I had. My wife scrambled to cover herself, slipping in the process, and smashed the guy in the nuts as she fell forward. He screamed in pain as my wife pushed down with that hand to raise herself off of him. She scrambled out of the car with her tits still out while the guy lay there doubled over in agony. "Oh my god!" my wife gasped as the CEO and the head of HR walked up. Both my wife and the dude she was blowing burst into tears when the CEO told them not to bother punching out. You're both fired! A couple of people in the back of the crowd clapped.
"Don't bother coming home," I told my wife as she pleaded with me.
"Where am I supposed to go?" she wailed. "He's married."
"He won't be when this goes viral!" I said, still recording.
"Pleeease noo," my wife cried after Iroha and I as we got back into the truck to leave.
I gave Iroha the keys to the car, telling her to drive it home and leave my wife stranded. I called my daughter, asking her to have my toolbox out when I got home. I was going to stop at the hardware store by our house and pick up new door locks for the house. My phone started ringing as soon as I hung up with Iroha. My wife was calling me, so I swiped to reject the call and sent it to voicemail. She called twice more than I sped to the hardware store. I answered the last call when my thumb accidentally bumped the answer tab on the steering wheel. I could hear my wife wailing over the phone. She must have inadvertently redialed me, as she was arguing with the guys about giving her a ride home. The guy told her to fuck off. He had his own problems having to explain to his wife why he got fired. I hung up as I pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store.
I grabbed two new knobs and deadbolt kits and quickly headed home. I wanted to change the locks before my wife had a chance to get home. I pulled into the garage and closed the door behind me. My darling daughter had used my screw gun and already had the front door deadbolt and door knob removed by the time I got home. She went to remove the locks from the back door while I installed the new locks. The whole time we were working to change the locks, our phones rang. First mine, then the house phone, and finally my daughters. I disconnected the house phone and then blocked my wife's number on my cell. Iroha listened to a couple of messages from her mom before she, too, blocked her mom's number.
After we finished, we put the tools away. I went upstairs to our bedroom and packed up a bunch of my wife's clothes into plastic garbage bags. Iroha tossed her mother's toiletries into a bag as well. We threw them on the front porch with a note saying, "I reported all of your credit cards stolen except the Visa. Don't bother knocking. Just take your shit and go!"
The icing on the cake was when Iroha came running out of the house with her mom's dildo and placed it on the stack of trash bags. As we went back inside, Iroha reminded me about the external keypad for opening the garage door. I went and ripped it from the door frame. "Fuck that bitch!" Iroha said in a Russian accent, like the movie we had watched earlier in the week.
About an hour later, we heard a car door slam. We peeked out the closed blinds and watched my wife and the guy load her bags into his car and leave. I sank back onto the couch, relieved that she didn't make a scene for our neighbors. I read through some of the text messages that my wife left before I blocked her number. They were pitiful, begging me not to post them anywhere and stating that I had already cost both of them their jobs. I showed it to Iroha, asking her what she thought I should do? "Wait until she pulls something, then post it," she said.
Iroha snuggled next to me, pulling my arm around her and wrapping her arms around me. She laid her head on my shoulder and squeezed me tightly. When I hugged her back, my hand accidentally cupped her breast. I gave it a squeeze.
"Thank you for today, Honey. I wouldn't have been able to control myself if it hadn't been for what you did for me today," I said, massaging her tit.
She slid her hand to my groin, giving my dick a squeeze, saying, "My offer still stands. You are going to need me more than ever now. Huh?"
"Baby, you shouldn't have to do that for me." I kissed her on the top of her head.
"I'd be doing it for the both of us. What you did to me today was amazing, and I want more. In fact, I don't ever want you to stop doing it with me," she said, stroking my penis erect.
Iroha lowered her head to my lap as she fished my cock out of my pants. Her pigtailed head started bobbing in my lap, and the image of my wife's head flashed through my mind. Iroha's pigtails bounced every time her head took another stroke. She sucked me until I was fully erect. That's when my little girl stood and asked, "Are you ready for me, Daddy?" as she stripped out of her clothes.
I shimmied out of my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. Iroha straddled my lap and pulled my face to her breasts. She held my head as she lowered her onto my cock. I suckled her nipples as my little girl bounced her twat on my dick. She pulled my face to hers, kissing me passionately as we fucked. Our tongues twirled and danced in each other's mouths. Iroha sucked on the tip of my tongue, swirling it with hers like she had been doing on my cock.
I thrust my cock into her, matching her every stroke, causing her to have the beginning tingle of an orgasm. She leaned back as she humped my cock, allowing me to resume sucking her nipples. Iroha wrapped her arms around my head, squeezing my face to her nipple as she came. She swirled and pivoted her pelvis as she ground her cervix on my rigid shaft. I clenched to keep myself from blowing my wad too soon. I even had to grab her hips to keep her from moving lest I lose my load. I held her still until the sensation waned.
Iroha climbed off my lap, turning her back to me. She sat on my lap, wiggling her hips as she tried to get the tip of my cock back into her slippery slit. She placed her feet on the cushion next to my knees as she leaned back against my chest. She began slamming her cunt onto my cock with long, steady strokes. The echos of our bodies clapping together filled the house. I grabbed her titties, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, cascading her into another climax. For a split second, I wondered where she'd learned this.
Her thrust became more sporadic and uncoordinated when she reached back and placed her hands on my shoulder so she could take longer thrusts. She took too long of a stroke on my shaft, causing it to slip out of her tight twat. On her downward thrust, my slickened snake slammed into her starfish. She let out a shriek but kept hammering herself on my cock. I reached around her and slipped two fingers into her cunt, fingering her til she came again. A warm gush of fluid coated my fingers as she climaxed.
In all the excitement, I couldn't hold back, and I blasted a load of cum up her pooper. I continued to thrust my cock into her until I emptied my nuts deep in her dumper. I kept fingering her twat until she couldn't take it anymore, and she pushed my hand away. I grabbed my shirt and tucked it between her ass cheeks as she slid off my cock. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. I started the shower so we could wash off. I was a bit surprised when Iroha stepped into the shower with me. She took the bar of soap and began to wash my chest, washing her way down to my pubes. Her soapy hands stroked my cock and balls, scrubbing them of any remnant of our anal fuck fest. She smirked at me, asking if she'd done a good job. I nodded in the affirmative. "Good. Now you do me," she said, handing me the soap.
I lathered up my hands and let them wander over her luscious young body. I squeezed her breasts with my soapy, making them slip through my fingers. She giggled as I played with them like a little boy with a new toy. I knelt in front of her, letting my hands trail down her abdomen and finally to her pussy. I lathered up my hands again to wash her bald pussy, slipping my fingers through the folds of her vagina. I hesitated when my fingers neared her pussy hole. She nodded when I peered up at her. I slipped my fingers into her hole, washing it clean of from earlier in the day. She spun around, saying, "Don't forget the backside."
I slid my soapy fingers through her ass cheeks, washing her crack and sphincter. I noticed a bit of blood when I removed my hand.
"It's okay, Dad. It's normal for me after anal,"
"What do you mean, normal?" I asked.
"Dad. I'm a good Catholic girl. I know about the loophole," she giggled.
"Is that why you kept going when it slipped in?"
"Um, hum," she nodded. "I like anal sometimes."
I rinsed the suds off of her body and grabbed a bath towel to wrap her in. She, too, grabbed a towel and dried me off, spending a bit too long on my cock.
We wrapped ourselves in the towels and headed down the hallway to our bedrooms. She paused at her door before entering. "Where am I going to sleep tonight?" she said coyly as she looked through her bedroom door at her busted bed. "You broke my bed, fucking me earlier."
"Wait. I didn't break your bed. You were the one who yanked it apart." I jokingly replied.
"Yeah. Cuz your cock was giving me such a great fuck," she laughed as she took my hand and led me into my bedroom.
We crawled into bed and lay naked in each other's arms as we drifted to sleep.
I'm not going to warn you. The first line should be enough to know what you are getting into.
Rei's pussy is a spire the way you slay it, your cock is a spire the way she
slays it. You could call it Slay The Spire 2…
But let's back up, there was a bit more before that.
The night started simply, Liz told you to BEGONE! So you went over to your best friend's house. You knocked on her door, she was half naked with her headphones on. Both excited and unexcited to see you, she dragged you in before you could think of an Escape Plan.
She pushes you to her bedroom, Lifting you up the stairs. You'd never guess what's on her computer monitor, hey at least she's on Aeonglass. She must be a Master of Strategy, where were you?
Oh yeah, the 'fucking' thing.
There wasn't any Prep Time. "You interrupted my gaming, so you will be my game." She groans, pushing you onto her comfy bed– adorned with all the Slay The Spire makeship plushies money could buy, "Understood?"
"Yes, Rei."
"It's the Reigent to you."
You are so not calling her that, she's quick to Expose her lower half in one go. Pattering over as she climbed over your face. More accurately you are Crushed Under the weight of Rei's pussy on your mouth, but that's more a blessing than a curse. You greet her instantly, letting her ride your tongue. There's No Escape from the pace she sets, fast and hard as all of her taste hits you.
"Know Thy Place!" She moans, rolling her hips, holding on to the headboard and using you for her pleasure. You aren't above showing Greed, drinking up all of her, feasting on her cunt more than just what was allowed. Perhaps that is what this is, an endless Folly.
But if this is your Folly, may you toil eternally.
You moan, she moans, the soundtrack of her game is the backdrop for all of these sounds. "Fuck! Mm, that's a good interruption, pretty glad you are here, fuck." Rei Monologues, while you Prolong your actions. Oxygen is irrelevant right now.
Though evidently, sexual action with Rei is just like the game, being turn based. Now its your turn, an Energy Surge empowers you to push her off your face. She falls into her mattress and you are Unrelenting, grabbing her thick thighs and pulling close.
She trembles as your tongue is back up against her, this time though its fully in your control. Through sheer True Grit you devour her, it's erotic, filthy and disrespectful. Her wetness gets smeared all over your lips, the corners of your mouth. If you are her game and the win-condition is an orgasm.
You will Make It So.
"Mmh!" You have to keep Rei on the bed, her legs actively trying to Defy and reach Act Three. She's the best elite combat you've ever had, she's in a Haze while you keep up your combo. Rei's whining and the games truly back, two of your fingers join in. Thrusting in and out, doing some Hand Tricks. Hitting all the right spots, sucking her clit.
It's all a Well-Laid Plan, your eyes look up at her, her mouth's agape, she's so close.
"I'm, gonna, gonna cum!" That's a Victory? The orgasm has her Glowing, gushing all over your fingers and her sheets. You Wish to be in this moment forever, but the show isn't over yet. Rei recovers in a Blur, suddenly she's back up and your pants are down.
"Let me see what you are working with." She treats your cock like the Ironclad's sword, holding it firmly. Spitting on tip and rubbing it in recklessly. "Let me Stoke it a little, get you ready for what's to come."
She does just that, making out with you as her hand pumps you, both of you Huddled Together. Rei's hand is warm, really warm. It feels like the Brightest Flame. Fuck.
Rei's shamelessly sticking her tongue as deep into your mouth as you did her hole. Her spit mixes with yours (there's a lot of it.) Sloppily making out while she gets to terms with your cock. She's The Smith the way she's made you harder than a steel beam.
Her lips pull off yours and you are Dazed. "There's so much I could do, suck your cock until you shoot it down my throat. Or I could slide it in, ride it until you pass out. Maybe I could push my thighs around it, lift up and down until you helplessly spurt all over them. Decisions, Decisions."
Rei has her mind made up, truly in Demon Form as she pushes you down. "So big, so hard." You breathe heavily as your tip is brushing against her, a Tremble while Rei rubs against you, it's bliss, hell, how quickly she's got you Enthralled.
"This cock is going deep inside me, I need it so badly." With that, Rei Follows Through, slipping down and engulfing every inch of you. She's intoxicating, like taking every Elite even though you know it's a bad idea. You just lay there and take it, she bounces and you watch your cock come out wetter than it was before.
She's quick, a Bombardment of bounces, skin slapping against each other. Rei is a very adamant woman, nothing is going to stop her from riding you like the world's going to explode. Not even an Heirloom Hammer to the face.
"You are going to see stars, generate stars, whatever, fuck." Well logic was out of the window awhile ago, you are just happen to get Bury'd deep inside of Rei. She's so horny that she can't maintain rhythm, just chasing her Ascension 10. you both knew from the moment you began you were on Borrowed Time.
And now here you are, back at the beginning. Rei's the spire and you are the spire, she's delivering her attempt to finish the game by making you finish. Her turn's not over yet, being inside her raw has truly Captured your Spirit.
Sweat shines on her deliciously smooth skin, if her hands weren't forcing you into the bed you'd lick it all clean. Ravage her body like the eager slut you are. But you are always Thinking Ahead, and when she starts to slow you say nothing. Just pick her up and throw her back onto the bed. Your sex is the true roguelike experience, pick a different build (face riding, cock riding) and still go onto the same route.
How poetic.
You pounce onto her, sliding into her cunt at the same time you are on top of her. Your dick must be enchanted with Momentum the way her moans get louder with every time you push deep, targeting the right spots. "Fuck ne harder, fuck!"
You lick all the salty sweat off her skin, it turns you on so much that you throb helplessly inside of her. But this is not where the run ends, you are far too Feral. "Oh, oh my god, okay! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" You were surprised you were even able to, Overlocking your thrusts and Doubling your Energy. Everything to make Rei feel euphoric, even if you have to Scavenge the power to keep going.
"I, your cock is so good! I can't hol-" Rei gives up, cumming her brains out as you plow her through it. impressive how you don't follow, she Claw's at your back while you pound her like a Osty. You are fucking her full, the only thing left to do is…
Your orgasm Rattles you, dumping your thick load deep inside, filing her to the brim– you are truly the Conqueror to her spire, hitting the Knockup Blow instead of the Knockout Blow. The legend, another Victory? Her walls milk more of your cum out. she's bred, happy.
But, there's four acts.
Something happens, a spark, you've been fucking on video game logic and this is no different. A few minutes and you are inside Rei's tight asshole, lube was the three keys. This is the summit, you've never been here before but your memory is crystal clear.
Normally you fight a spear, this time you are the spear, spearing inside of her. The easiest way to a girl's heart is to make her cum, so it seems like you will be finishing this final act. Rei's ass cheeks Thunderclap with every thrust, it's total Havoc. It's sort of like a multiplayer card, you pound her ass like she begs and she fingers her cum filled pussy.
Teamwork.
You continue to Heavenly Drill the another orgasm out of her, another shriek and more. No matter how many times you make her cum, you never seen to get further in winning the fight. An infinite stalemate, though her juices Splash off her fingers and into the bed, which is close enough to a victory.
"Please, treat my ass however you want! Fuck, keep going!" The entire street hears it, a Countdown is active. You can only go for so long, a final Spur to make sure this orgasm is The Bomb. "More, please, please, please, I Am Invincible I can take it!"
Helix, Heavenly, what does it matter? You are drilling her, time is drawing to an end. You are Doomed, flooding her asshole with a load of it's own, that's the true Victory. Rei completely dripping, both your cum and her sheer arousal. Converged into one.
It's complete Mind Rot when you pull out, watching it flow out all into a pile, your body is Withering. This run might be over. But you and Rei can definitely do another some other time.
"That was really… really good. You are my new fuck toy, got it?"
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You didn't know who she was. You didn't know who she was with. You didn't know where she was from. You knew practically nothing about her.
Except her name was Lily and she had the most stupidly sexy Aussie accent you'd ever heard.
You had met her that same day, around noon, during the set of a Tech House DJ you were a fan of. She turned out to be in the same area of the audience that you had come to in search of getting a little closer to the stage, near the middle. The click was instantaneous.
At first you had been at a considerable distance from each other, only giving each other discreet glances between drops. That's where you noticed how hot that woman was, with those damn tight latex pants and that perfect belly. Her bust was moderate, but she didn't need much more. Not with that sexy look and that damn attractive nose.
The interest had been mutual; it had been evident by the way she looked back at you, subtle checks up and down, lip bites and small winks. By the time the set was over, she had already stood on her back right in front of you so you could dance with her, her lascivious ass against your bulge, her sweaty back against your chest.
The advances were constant, one after another. Light touches at first, then firmer grips, then caresses, then more brazen movements on her part to tease you. When you had least expected it, you had already kissed her with such fierceness that you had her moaning into your mouth.
Now, you knew it was serious when she started squeezing your cock through your pants. She did it at the most unexpected moments to catch you by surprise, and your way of responding was always to grab her ass. But she wanted more. You wanted more.
So there you went, straight to your festival tent, located rather towards the back, almost bordering on the forest beyond. It was one in the morning, and you both had a good amount of beers in your system. She was carrying an unopened one in her hand, in fact. You weren't surprised; the little you knew about her was that she was quite the party girl.
You walked in with her hand in hand and zipped up the tent behind you. Lily soon threw her arms around your neck and pressed herself against you, the cold beer can pressed against your upper back. In contrast, it was hot in there. Largely because of how horny you both were.
"Mmm, fucking finally huh?" she murmured hoarsely before crashing her lips against yours.
You immediately wrapped your arms around Lily's curvy, slightly fleshy body, one around her waist and the other across her back, accepting her lips in a desperate, disastrous kiss. The tent was large, with a padded floor and a high ceiling, allowing you to move comfortably with her to the center, near the mat where you later hoped to sleep with her.
A moan escaped Lily's mouth as you brought your face to her neck and, without a second thought, gave a long upward lick to her soft, sweaty skin, your hands gripping her waist tightly. Normally, at a festival, after hours and hours of sun and heat and sweat, you would be smelly and sticky. Not Lily. She continued to give off the same pleasant and addictive lavender aroma.
"My god, you're so fucking hot," you growled between kisses and hickeys on her neck and jaw. Now you had her by the ass, with strong grips that made her push against you. "You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"
"Of course not, idiot," she grumbled, reaching a hand inside your sweatpants to pull out your erect cock and stroke it. It was the hand she held the beer with, so it was cold and wet to the touch, the sensation amplified by the cold metal of his rings.
"Great" you returned to her lips, a few more slobbery kisses before looking into those deep black-lined eyes. "Although if I'm honest, if you had I wouldn't have given a damn."
"What a jerk."
"I'm serious," you now moved down her neck and collarbone, avoiding her choker and the gold necklace she was wearing. When you were on your knees in front of her, both hands on her wide hips, you looked into her eyes. "You could be wearing an engagement ring right now, woman, but I'd still fuck your brains out."
“Shut the fuck up and worship me,” she demanded, cupping your face with the same icy hand, her nails digging into your cheeks. "You've been pawing at my belly all day and drooling over it, haven't you? Fucking kiss me there. Go on."
Lily released your face with a gentle nudge, letting you bury yourself fully against her abdomen. So perfect. So soft. So deliciously gifted by the gods. You showered it with kisses, every single inch: her sides, right along her Adonis belt; her lower abs; all around her navel. Even the flesh of her waist, on either side, ended up soaked with your saliva.
With both hands on her hips, you spun her around abruptly so that her ass was now what lay right before your face. Your fingers worked quickly on the button of her latex pants and on her zipper, which you pulled all the way down before giving a sudden yank downward. The pants were already stupidly tight to begin with, but, compounded by the sweat, they clung so tightly to her skin that you had to pull them down inch by inch, hard, until they bunched up right at the tops of her thighs, forming a sexy ring of soft flesh spilling over the latex.
You left them right there. It was exactly what you needed, nothing more. Her ass lay exposed just inches from your face, round and lovely. She wore a pair of pretty black lace panties that left almost her entire buttocks bare. Before doing anything else, you gripped her thighs and let your lips roam over the soft flesh of her ass. Lily, watching you over her shoulder, lips parted and a faint blush rising in her cheeks, gasped with every little kiss.
"This is what you’ve wanted all day, isn't it?" Lily asked. The question made you smile as you slowly slid her panties down. "You haven't stopped staring and grabbing it all fucking day."
"And you haven't been able to stop rubbing it against my dick," you retorted. Lily’s panties ended up bunched around her thighs, sitting at the exact same level as her pants. She was soaked down there, you could tell even in the dim light of your tent. "We'll see how you get when I shove it in your mouth and fuck your throat."
"We're not talking about me, you punk."
As soon as she finished that sentence, Lily grabbed the hair at the back of your head and buried your face deep between her ass cheeks. Your mouth found the soft flesh of her slippery folds, slightly salty to the taste. The moan she let out was enough to drive any man wild. You explored her slit, thirsty. Your heavy breathing and hot breath warmed against her skin. There wasn't a single part of her pretty pussy that your tongue didn't stimulate.
You heard the unmistakable gaseous hiss of a beer can popping open.
You looked up.
"Fancy a coldie, party boy?"
You smirked. Just how freaky were you feeling on this particular day? Lily’s gaze, heavy with lust and a faint spark of mischief, gave you the answer: pretty damn freaky.
"Go on."
Lily didn't wait; she brought the beer can down to her lower back and poured the cold liquid right between her ass cheeks. The steady stream, cascading down her crack and dripping over her buttocks, met your lips. You lapped it up as best you could, all while your tongue worked away at her pussy. The tent floor was going to be a total disaster, but it was going to be worth every damn second.
Still not satisfied, Lily kept pouring the beer down her ass crack. With both hands cupping her ass, you devoted yourself completely to the task, drinking up as much as you could while squeezing and massaging her buttocks. It was a bit of a waste, considering the vast majority of the beer just ended up on the floor. But seriously, who the fuck cared?
The beer can went empty; you heard Lily toss it into a corner of the tent.
"I hope that was delicious, you bastard," she growled. Her grip remained on the back of your neck, tighter now. Her fingernails dug into your scalp as you continued to devour her. "I could have just drunk that myself."
"You’ve already had like six of those. One more wouldn't make a difference."
You spread Lily's ass cheeks apart and, with determination, let your tongue work faster. Your focus was her clit. Lily squealed with pleasure, and it wasn't long before she thrust her hips against your face as she reached her climax.
"Ohhh shit!" Lily moaned, smothering you with her ass, her thighs trembling. "You really were hungry for that pussy, huh?"
You pulled away and sprang to your feet, grabbed Lily by the waist, and delivered a stinging slap to her right ass cheek. The red mark appeared instantly.
The truth was, you were horny as hell. You weren't even thinking straight when, with a single yank, you pulled your sweatpants and boxers down to your calves, spat in your hand to lube up your cock, and buried it deep inside the best pussy you’d ever had in your damn life.
"Nnnngh, you son of a bitch!" she growled.
Lily, still with her knees slightly bent, instinctively bent her upper body downward, desperately searching for something to grab onto while you remained buried inside her, balls-deep. She only managed to find one of your wrists. Her other arm hung limply beneath her.
The lascivious, wet sounds of sweaty flesh slapping together took over the tent. Your thrusts were wild, each one sending your glans slamming against her cervix and making that sexy flesh jiggle like jelly. She was wet as hell. Every inch of your veiny cock slid slickly in and out of her. Lily struggled to keep her balance amidst all the shaking, the movement of her legs restricted by the way her pants remained (and would continue to remain) bunched up around her thighs. Her moans, more screams than anything else, vied for acoustic space.
You gave her no respite, not even for a second, blinded by lust and perhaps a little by the eight beers coursing through your blood. With a growl, you grabbed her by the forearms, yanked her arms back, causing her back to arch, and pumped your hips in an animalistic frenzy until Lily came with a sharp, strangled cry.
"God! I drive you fucking crazy, don't I?" Lily looked back at you over her shoulder, her face twisted in pleasure, her thighs and hips still writhing. "Is that why you're fucking me like a filthy whore?"
You yanked yourself abruptly out of her, released her arms, and let her drop to her knees. Lily followed you with her eyes as you circled around her, grabbed a handful of her long platinum hair, and forced your cock deep into her mouth. She sucked you hard, tasting her own pussy through you, slurping up the very saliva she left behind.
"Oh yeah, be a filthy whore and suck that cock," you growled, your grip firm on her hair.
Lily wrapped three fingers around the base, holding your cock straight as she diligently pumped the head at a steady rhythm, gagging each time her lips brushed against her own fingers. You landed a sharp slap against her cheek, making her moan with your flesh still inside her, then grabbed your cock and pulled it out of her mouth.
"Mmm, how would it bother you to smudge that pretty eyeliner just a little bit?" you asked, tapping your cock against her outstretched tongue.
"Minus fucking two," she said, rubbing herself against your shaft, using her beautiful aquiline nose to trace its length. "You can throat-fuck me, spit on me, slap me, choke me. Fuck, get me pregnant if you feel like it."
"Alright, well, we'll draw the line at that last one."
Lily laughed, maintaining an amused expression even as you shoved your cock back into her mouth. You thrust straight down to the bottom, both hands cupping the back of her head. The teasing smirk vanished from her face. She scrunched up her nose and gagged around you. A trickle of saliva spilled down past her lower lip.
"That's it, choke on it, bitch," you growled through clenched teeth, driving her head against your pelvis.
More saliva dripped onto the floor. You held her there for several long seconds, and then, instead of letting her breathe, you started pumping your hips. Fast, deep thrusts. Your balls slammed against her chin with every stroke. More and more saliva. Lily locked eyes with you as tears began to well up in her own. These soon slid down her cheeks.
It took a good number of thrusts to keep her crying. With a triumphant smile, you finally stopped when the black eyeliner ran beneath her eyes, merging with her tears. You pulled out of her mouth with a sharp tug. Lily gasped for air, a complete mess; her entire mouth and chin were smeared with thick saliva, which dripped straight down into the cleavage of her top and onto her thighs.
You delivered a sharp slap to her cheek just as she was trying to catch her breath. A moan escaped her lips.
"Happy?" you asked.
Lily raised her eyes and met your gaze.
"Not until you make my pussy absolutely dripping wet," she declared in a faint voice. "And when I say dripping... I mean really dripping. I want to turn your damn tent into a swimming pool."
Fuck.
You immediately dropped to your knees and laid her flat on her back. She couldn't spread her legs, not even a couple of centimeters. Your only option—and one you didn't complain about in the slightest—was to press both of her knees up against her torso. Lily held her legs in place, gripping them behind the knees with both arms. Her pussy, squeezed tight between her thighs, made your mouth water.
You drove your cock inside her with a forceful thrust. Her pussy was so slick that the smooth motion made you gasp.
With your hands on her thighs, fingers digging firmly into her soft flesh, you began to fuck her pussy with deep, reckless thrusts. Lily’s back arched. With her eyes closed, she parted her lips, doing nothing but panting. Every now and then, a sensual moan escaped her.
"Fuuuuck!" Lily growled, her fingernails digging into the latex of her pants so hard that she actually punctured it slightly. "So fucking good, oh my god... oh my god, oh my god!"
You leaned forward, bracing your fists against the tent canvas on either side of her arms, and transitioned into an up-and-down motion, slamming her pussy against the floor. Lily lost her breath with the first few thrusts, but then managed to regain her breathing and looked up at you. Her smudged eyeliner had left dark streaks across her cheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Pound me, you fucking punk. Pound me hard!"
Lily came with a primal growl just seconds later. As her thighs trembled, her pussy made a soft squelching sound with every one of your thrusts. You felt a tiny spurt of warm liquid splash against your shaft. It wasn't enough, and you knew it. You continued, relentless. You moved her arms away from around her legs and replaced them with your upper torso, pinning her between yourself and the ground.
Finally, you were forced to pull out of her when she came so hard that, this time, a jet of fluid shot upward, splashed against your abdomen, and trickled back down.
"Just like that, fuck!" Lily shrieked, so ecstatic that her cheeks were flushed with a blush that spread all the way down to her chest. "You’re a fucking marvel!"
The way she said it burrowed into your brain and sent tingles through you. With that sexy accent of hers. That alluring way she rolled her R’s and emphasized her L’s.
God, you were starving for her.
You laid her down on her side and kept fucking her, her knees pressed against her torso, one hand on her fleshy waist, and the other right where the latex bunched up against the flesh of her thighs. You brought her to climax two more times like that, resulting in two more spurts of squirt. The first one stronger than the last.
True to her word, Lily had turned your tent into a goddamn swamp. The entire floor between your legs was soaked. Little rivulets branched out from the main pool, spreading toward the sides. She was breathing in ragged gasps, completely overstimulated. Her long, platinum hair was a total mess. There were fresh tears in her eyes. She was just as sweaty as you were.
"As obsessed as I am with how you look trapped inside those pants, I’m starting to want to see a little more of you," you said.
"I couldn't agree more," Lily panted.
It was a struggle to get her pants off, given how tightly they clung to her skin, but within a few minutes, you managed to strip her completely naked. You undressed yourself as well. Then, you climbed on top of her and spent a good while just kissing her, letting your hands explore every inch of her body until she guided you back inside her.
You fucked her missionary-style, then on your sides, sucking and licking her modest yet full breasts, and you even let her ride you. The mess from a moment ago didn't repeat itself, but you could tell from her gaze that each orgasm was triggering an increasingly severe short circuit in her brain.
About half an hour later, when you felt you’d reached the point of no return on your way to climax, and just as Lily was riding out another orgasm, she grabbed your chin and made you look her in the eye.
"Fuck my ass," she murmured. "Raw. I don't care if it doesn't fit all."
"Are you sure? Have you done this before?"
"I didn't ask you to interrogate me about my sex life. I asked you to fuck my ass." Lily turned around and got onto her hands and knees, her ass thrust up toward you, mere centimeters from the ground. "Now."
Well, who were you to refuse?
You quickly rose onto your knees behind her, placed a hand on her waist to steady her, and, after a bit of preliminary lubrication courtesy of your own saliva, pressed your glans against her asshole. Lily hissed in pain at first, but her walls eventually yielded. Only partially, though; you only managed to get about half your shaft inside. Any deeper became painful for her.
It was perfectly enough for you. You planted a foot on the ground, gripped her by the hips, and began thrusting up and down. You both had an absolutely fucking amazing time, moaning almost in unison against the backdrop of the festival’s roar and the activity in the surrounding tents. Lily’s ass ended up bright red with hand marks. Her hair? A tangled mess. Her body? Dripping with sweat.
You had her held fast by her choker, pulling back and half-choking her, when you felt the tingling sensation in your lower body.
"I'm going to cum inside you," you growled, clenching your teeth. You were certain the veins were bulging in your temples. "I'm going to fill your fucking ass."
"Then fill my fucking ass," Lily growled back, the right side of her face pressed against the bottom edge of your mat, her arms tucked underneath it. She was already melting with pleasure; her brain must have felt like mush, her head clouded by lust. "That is, after all, why I’ve been messing with your head all day."
"Would you have done this with just any other good-looking guy?" you asked.
"Why lie to you?" A mocking smile formed on her face. "Probably. You were just in the right place at the right time."
"What a fucking bitch." You yanked harder on her choker, making her gasp for air. "Fuck, mmph!"
Lily laughed faintly again, closing her eyes as she felt the first thick gush of semen flood her tight cavity. She tried to moan, but only a soft breath escaped her lips. You filled her up like a goddamn cream pie, throbbing deep inside her. Before long, the cum began to spill over the edges.
You released the choker, allowing her breathing to return to normal. Very slowly, you pulled out of her, stepped back, and admired your handiwork: her dilated ass, brimming with thick whitish fluid that trickled down her cleft, ran through the folds of her pussy, and dripped onto the floor.
You delivered one last hard smack to her ass, sending her tumbling onto her side. Lily looked up at you.
"Don't take that last thing I said to heart..." she murmured. "My expectations were actually pretty low. I actually like you."
"...Thanks?" You went to lie down beside her, sweaty, exhausted, and with aching knees. "Shall we sleep?"
A dry, sharp laugh made you look at her with a frown. She met your gaze.
"Sleep?" Lily raised an eyebrow. "Not a chance. I’m going to call my girls and tell them I found the perfect little toy. You thought I’m freaky? Wait till you meet them."
Summary: When you're working your shift at Wanda's bookstore, someone decides to ask you out on a date. Wanda has to make sure you know who you belong to.
Authors Note: I had this idea come to me today, this is going to be part of the other story I posted about this. Also I so need help picking a name for this series! send ideas of names and just story ideas! Anyways I hope you love it, this is like my first smut that ive written all the way through, so let me know your thoughts! Much Love ~ H
It was finally the weekend, no classes, no stress, and a whole lot of time with your girls. This morning you woke up with a jump, because today you had a shift at Wanda’s bookstore. When you originally came up with the idea about a month ago, Natasha shut you down quick. Reminding you that they pay for your stuff, so there’s no need to work.
You begged them, you weren’t the kind of person who could just do nothing all the time. You had spent years of your life playing sports throughout high school, practices every night, tournaments on Saturday’s, and open gym on Sunday. You’ve never not done anything. So you made them a deal, you would only work every other weekend and they would be short shifts. Now this wasn’t part of the deal, but your very first day you knew that it would become a routine.
Wanda wanted to be there while you worked.
Whether it was because she wanted to make sure you were eating and drinking, or she just wanted to spend time with you. You couldn’t tell. But you knew it probably treaded on the line between both. Wanda agreed pretty quickly, a bright smile adorning her face at the mention of you spending time at the shop.
Natasha was a little more on the fence about it.
She reasoned that you could simply just spend time at the shop, instead of having to actually work. It was endearing that she wanted to take care of you, after all it took awhile for them to convince you to let them fund your life. You had argued saying that you didn't want to seem like you were using them, the look on both of their faces when the words came out of your mouth, was absolute disbelief.
It had taken while to get used to, they put their card numbers in your Apple Pay, also ordering you a hard copy to have in case. To say they had money was an understatement, because you had convinced Wanda to show you the account. Using a lot more than words, but your mouth still got you what you wanted. When she finally showed you, all you could do was stare, and gasp, and stare some more.
Eventually you got Natasha to agree to the deal, but with the deal came more rules. You have to take an hour lunch break, per Wandas request (Mostly because she wants time to fuck you on your lunch break). You were to be on time to every shift, you couldn't skip out just because you forgot to take your meds again. The last rule was simple yet the hardest one to follow, see your girls know you love to read.
Whether it be romance, angst, or smut, if you read a good book they wanted you to tell them about it. They loved to hear about your interests, and you loved telling them about them. The romance and angst side was the easy part, but the smut side...that was a lot harder. Not because you were embarrassed, but because they loved to act out the scenes from your books.
It's embarrassing because you get so shy talking about it, every time you guys talked about a new scene, especially one from the books you read. You can't help but shy away from their gaze. Which is a complete opposite switch from when you're actually in the scenes. Natasha loves poking at your shyness, whenever your cheeks get dusty she'll say something along the lines of,
"You weren't this shy last night bunny, when my strap was pounding into you, and you were eating mommy's pretty pussy. No you were very vocal about what you wanted then."
The bad thing is she was right, and you can't explain why it happens.
So now you're at the bookstore, sitting behind the counter with a book on your lap. "Hidden Pictures" by Jason Rekulak, its one of your favorite books that you've reread multiple times. Wanda sits in her office, the door cracked enough that she can see you from her desk. Every now and then she'll come out to see how you're doing, refilling your Owala since she knows you forget.
The bell chimes above the door, signaling someone is walking in the store. You lift your head, placing your pink bookmark in your book to save your spot. A girl your age walks in, her strawberry blonde hair blowing in the breeze from outside. You know who it is, you've seen her in passing a couple of times. She's the girl who took your spot on the basketball team when you quit, you weren't mad of course it was your decision and your glad someone else who loves the sport got an opportunity to play.
Her names Olivia, she's taller than you and she's super sweet in the short conversations you've had. She gives you a bright smile when she sees you, coming over with a book she bought two weeks ago. She sets it on the counter, her eyes never leaving yours.
"Hey! I didn't think you'd be in today, you were gone yesterday."
You were supposed to work yesterday, but you were sick. You had woke up with the worst headache and your throat was super scratchy. After hours of taking cold meds and resting, you all figured out it wasn't the flu, just your terrible allergies. You had forgotten that since spring was coming fast, all the flowers were blooming and pollen was one of your worst allergies.
After taking your three different prescribed allergy meds, you felt like a brand new woman. Wanda and Natasha agreed to let you work today, as long as you took your allergy medication and drank lots of water.
"Yeah, I had terrible allergies yesterday." You grab her book, scanning the back of it to process her return. "but I'm glad I'm feeling better today."
She nods at your words, her smile never fading. When her return is processed you hand her, her refund, your hands brushing just slightly as she took the money. She turns to leave except she doesn't make it all the way around, before she's turning back to you as if she remembered something.
"Oh! I was going to ask you if you wanted to grab dinner?"
The question stopped you, your breath catching just slightly, not enough for her to notice. You can hear something drop in Wanda's office, not a big crash, more like she dropped her pen on her desk. You realize that you have been silent entirely to long, and when your eyes find Olivias she's looking at you with regret.
"If that's weird I'm sorry! I know we don't know each other that well."
Your eyes widen at her slight panic, bringing your hands up in a 'no it's okay' motion. See no one technically knew you were taken, you can't really tell people that the bookstore owner, and her wife the most feared lawyer around, are your girlfriends. That still doesn't stop you from rushing the words out.
"No it's okay! I'm actually taken, I have a girlfriend."
Her eyes widen at my words, apologies rushing from her lips. By this time in the conversation Wanda is making her way out of her office, her jaw set in a way that tells you she's pissed. Olivia stumbles out a few more apologies, turning to leave quickly. Wanda walks right by you, over to the 'open' sign and flips it to closed.
She pauses a moment, locks the door, then turns around slowly. Her jaw is still set, her pupils blown wide. She stalks over to you, coming behind you and grabbing the back of your neck firmly, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that you move without thinking. Wanda guides you in front of her, walking you through the door to her office, stopping briefly to shut and lock the door.
You can't help the small pool of wetness forming in your panties, the uncomfortable sticky feeling rubbing every step. Wanda stops you in front of her chair, turning you around and sitting you down. She's silent as she drops to her knees in between your spread legs, her hands coming up to the waistband of your shorts. For a small moment her eyes find yours, softening just a fraction to make sure you're okay. You nod softly, your eyes conveying to her that you want this.
"Words bunny."
"Yes mommy, I'm okay. I want this."
She didn't wait long after my words before she drags your shorts and panties down in one go, her eyes raking over your exposed dripping hole.
"Is this for her?" She sneers, her hands gripping your hips hard enough that her nails leave imprints. She looks up at you, her eyes dark and hungry. "Or is this for mommy, bunny?"
"You mommy"
The need to feel her inside you is growing by the minute, but she takes her time. Her lips find the inside of your thighs, trailing possessive kisses wherever they can reach. Sucking, biting, and claiming every inch of your skin. Dark purple bruises start forming when her mouth leaves for a new spot, her thumb finds your swollen clit brushing over it with a featherlike touch.
Your hips buck instantly, a small whine leaving your lips when her other hand forces your hips down. Her lips still marking your thighs, and her thumb rubbing torturously slow circles around your clit, your stomach burns with need.
The first brush of her lips on your soaked entrance has a low moan tearing from your throat, your hands gripping the armrests of the chair. You know better than to grab her hair without permission, you learned that the hard way. She licks a slow stripe up your slit, her tongue flicking over your clit sending your hips rolling forward and your eyes rolling back into your head.
Her lips wrap around your sensitive bud, sucking on it as two of her fingers circle your entrance. Her lips still wrapped around you, her eyes find yours, her pupils a shade of black you've never seen them before. She pulls her lips back just enough to get one word out before she's thrusting her fingers inside of you in one go.
Mine.
She sets a brutal pace with her fingers, her tongue licking you with the same intensity. It's too much and not enough at the same time, her fingers curling inside of you to hit that spongy spot, her lips sucking your clit just as fierce. Your orgasm builds fast, moans slipping out of you freely now, your legs shaking from the pure intensity of all the feelings you're feeling. You're about to cum and she can tell, her fingers curling every thrust, her lips sucking harder, her free hand snakes up your shirt pinching your hard nipples.
"M-Mommy...please, 'm gonna cum."
You can barely get the words out before her fingers speed up, she pulls her lips back looking up at you with a such intensity that you've never seen before. She just stares for a moment, her eyes raking down your shaking body, your droopy eyes, your mouth that is resting in an "o" position. You know you look fucked out, and she loves it.
"Cum for mommy."
Your orgasm tore through you before she finished her sentence, your eyes clamping shut, your leg muscles tensing, a gush of wetness flowing down Wanda's fingers. Her fingers keep their pace, fucking you through your orgasm. Only does she stop, when your hands pathetically meet her head trying to push her away from the overstimulation.
She brings her fingers up to her lips, you whine at the loss of feeling full. She wraps her lips around her fingers sucking you off of them, before she places one small kiss right on your clit, causing your hips to jerk. She comes up and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on her lips. She pulls back slightly, her breath mixing with yours.
"You did so well for mommy, bunny." Her fingers find your clit once more, circling it ever so slowly. "When we get home, Daddy is going to want to claim this pretty pussy next."
I don't think it's acting anymore, but don't stop..
<- Previous
Karina X Henry
The morning sun filtered through Jim's curtains in thin, accusatory stripes. He was still floating in that hazy post-coital bliss when the knocking started, sharp, insistent, unmistakably Yujin.
"Jim! Jim, open up! I brought coffee!"
Jim scrambled up from the couch, his naked body protesting every movement. Sana stirred beside him, murmuring something unintelligible, the sheet falling away to expose the curve of her breast. He grabbed the first thing he could find, a white cotton bathrobe, worn thin at the elbows and fraying at the belt, and tied it hastily around his waist.
He opened the door a crack. "What?"
Yujin stood there, holding two cups of coffee, her hair still damp from her own shower. She took one look at him—his flushed face, the love bites visible on his neck, his hair standing up in every direction, and her eyes widened with delighted comprehension.
"Well, well, well," she drawled, pushing past him into the apartment. "Look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say, look what the pussy-"
"Yujin!" Jim hissed, trying to block her view of the living room. "What are you doing here?"
"Me? I'm being a good friend. Bringing sustenance." She craned her neck, trying to see around his shoulder. "Is Sana here? Is she okay? Did you break her? I need to see the carnage."
"She's fine. Everything's fine. You can go now."
But Yujin was already tiptoeing, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She tried to dart around him, peeking toward the couch. "Is she naked? Is she covered? Did you use protection? I have so many questions-"
Jim sidestepped, spreading his arms wide, his bathrobe gaping open to reveal his bare chest. "Yujin, stop. Respect the privacy. Please."
"Privacy? You lost your right to privacy when you made a sex tape in my apartment building." She tried to duck under his arm, but he caught her, spinning her back toward the door.
"Out. Now. What do you want?"
Yujin finally relented, allowing him to guide her into the hallway. She leaned against the wall, sipping her coffee with infuriating calm. "I just wanted to check if everything's okay. After last night. The tape. The hammer. The... reconciliation." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Did you two... reconcile hard?"
"Yujin," Jim groaned, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "We're fine. Better than fine. Can you please just... give us a few hours?"
"A few hours?" She gasped mockingly. "Professor, I didn't know you had that kind of stamina. Sana's a lucky woman. Or is it Sana who has the stamina? Tell me, how many times did you-"
"Goodbye, Yujin." He pushed her gently toward her own door. "I'll see you later. With clothes on. Both of us."
"Spoilsport," she called after him, but she was grinning as she disappeared into her own apartment.
Jim returned to find Sana sitting up, the sheet clutched to her chest, looking adorably confused. "Was that Yujin?"
"Yeah. Being Yujin." He sat beside her, kissing her shoulder. "Go back to sleep. I'll get rid of her for good next time."
But Sana was already lying back down, her naked body stretching out on the couch, completely uncovered, her breasts spilling to the sides, her legs parting slightly in her sleepiness. Jim covered her with a throw blanket and went to make coffee, smiling like a fool.
Across the hall, Yujin burst through her own door to find Karina sitting on the dining table, swinging her legs, eating a bagel.
"Well?" Karina asked, crumbs falling from her mouth. "What happened? Did you see her? Was she walking funny?"
Yujin dropped into a chair, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, they definitely had sex. I'm sure of it. Jim looked like he'd been run over by a truck in the best possible way. Flushed, disheveled, hickeys everywhere. And the way he was blocking the living room? Sana was definitely in there, probably naked, probably recovering."
Karina squealed, clapping her hands. "I knew it! I knew they'd get together! But..." Her face fell slightly, a strange expression crossing her features. "Jim missed his chance."
Yujin looked up from her coffee. "What chance? What do you mean?"
Karina shook her head quickly, her dark hair swinging. "Nothing. Never mind."
"Karina, what-" Yujin stopped, her nose wrinkling. "Do you smell that? Is something burning?"
"Oh shit, the toast!" Yujin bolted for the kitchen.
Just then, Henry emerged from the spare bedroom, shirtless, his hair matted on one side, clearly having slept in Yujin's guest room. He yawned widely, scratching his stomach. "Morning, ladies. Why does it smell like cremation in here?"
"Henry!" Karina hopped off the table. "You won't believe it. Jim and Sana had sex!"
"Had sex?" Henry blinked, then grinned. "No way. Professor Jim? Finally got his head out of his books and into Sana's-"
"Henry!" Karina swatted him, but she was laughing. "Yujin confirmed it. She saw him this morning. He looked... satisfied."
"Well, good for them," Henry said, collapsing onto the couch. "About time. They've been circling each other for like, two years."
Yujin emerged from the kitchen, waving a smoking piece of charcoal that might once have been bread. "Okay, I'm going to shower. Kimmy!" She called toward the bedroom. "Join me!"
"Coming!" Kimmy's voice came back, followed by the sound of footsteps.
Yujin and Kimmy disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water starting shortly after.
Karina sat down next to Henry on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. She was quiet for a moment, picking at a loose thread on the cushion.
"Hey," Henry said, nudging her with his shoulder. "You okay? You got weird when Yujin mentioned Jim and Sana."
Karina sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I've been thinking... about that movie role. The one my agent asked me about months ago."
Henry turned to face her, his expression serious. "The main lead? The indie film? I thought you said you weren't sure."
"I wasn't. But now... I don't know. I think I want to accept it."
Henry's face lit up. "Karina, that's amazing! Why didn't you say something sooner? What's stopping you from taking it?"
Karina bit her lip, her cheeks flushing pink. "It's the intimate scenes. There's a lot of them. And it's... it's my first time. Doing that. On camera."
"First time?" Henry raised an eyebrow. "Karina, you've had sex before. Don't act like you're some virgin innocent."
She slapped his arm playfully. "Not my first time having sex, you idiot. My first time doing it on camera. For an audience. With cameras and lighting and a crew watching." She shuddered slightly. "It's different."
"Is the male actor not good looking or something? Is that the problem?"
"God, no," Karina laughed, but it was strained. "He's the opposite. He's... he's goddamn handsome. Like, unfairly handsome. Greek statue come to life. If the sex was real, I'd be thrilled. I'd be counting down the days. I'd probably beg for extra takes." She paused, her voice dropping. "But it's acting. And I don't know if I can make it look real when it's not. When there are thirty people standing around with equipment."
Henry was quiet for a moment, studying her face. "So what were you planning to do?"
Karina looked down at her hands. "I thought... I thought about asking Jim to help me. With method acting. You know, since we found out about the tape thing. I thought maybe he could... practice with me. Help me get comfortable with being intimate on camera. But now that he and Sana are together..." She trailed off, then looked up at Henry, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I shouldn't ask him now, right? That would be weird. So I don't know what to do."
She looked at Henry, really looked at him, and something shifted in the air between them.
Henry's expression changed, something like hurt flashing across his features. "Are you for real? Karina... you thought of choosing Jim over me?"
"I... what?"
"Let me say this," Henry continued, his voice dropping, leaning closer to her. "I was the one who told Jim about the video thing. I did a lot of method acting before. I've done intimacy workshops, I've done scenes with nudity, I've done simulated sex on stage. And for your information, I'm an actor as well. A good one."
He moved closer, until they were inches apart, his breath warm against her face. "So wouldn't it honestly be better if you asked me?"
Karina's breath hitched. Her eyes dropped to his mouth, then back to his eyes. "Yea-Yeah," she stammered. "I... I didn't think..."
"Obviously," Henry said softly, not unkindly.
"So..." Karina swallowed hard. "Will you help me? With the method acting?"
Henry held her gaze for a long moment, something intense and unreadable in his dark eyes. Then he smiled, slow and sure. "Of course I will."
"Tonight," Karina said quickly, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Come to my place tonight. We can... we can start then. The method acting."
"I'll be there," Henry promised.
Karina's agent called that afternoon. The news was crushing, the role had been cast. Someone else had been hired weeks ago, and the production was already underway. Karina had waited too long.
She sat on her couch for an hour, staring at the wall, the phone still in her hand. Then she thought of Henry. Of his promise. Of the way he'd looked at her, inches apart, his breath mingling with hers.
The doorbell chimed through Karina's apartment like a promise. She checked her reflection one last time, the silk bathrobe clung to her curves, the fabric thin enough that her nipples pressed visibly against the material, hard and expectant. The belt was tied loose, revealing the valley between her breasts, the smooth plane of her stomach. She'd spent three hours preparing for this.
When she opened the door, Henry stood there with a script in his hand and confusion already knitting his brow. He took one look at her and froze.
"Hey," Karina breathed, stepping aside to let him in. "Come in."
Henry entered slowly, his eyes scanning the apartment. She'd transformed it. Candles flickered on every surface, vanilla and sandalwood, warm and inviting. The lights were dimmed, casting everything in honey-gold shadows. Soft jazz played from hidden speakers, saxophone notes curling through the air like smoke.
"Wow," Henry said, turning in a slow circle. "It looks like... I don't know what it looks like. A spa? A bordello?"
"Something like that," Karina smiled, pouring him a glass of wine from the bottle waiting on the coffee table. She handed it to him, letting her fingers brush his. "Drink?"
"Thanks." He took it, but didn't drink, his eyes dropping to her chest, to the obvious peaks of her nipples straining against silk. "Karina... the bathrobe..."
"Oh, this?" She ran a hand down her side, the fabric shifting to reveal even more of her thigh. "I wanted to be comfortable. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, I just..." He shook his head, tearing his gaze away. "Where's the script? I thought we were rehearsing the bedroom scene tonight. The one where they argue and then fall onto the bed?"
"About that," Karina said, taking a sip of her own wine, letting the red liquid linger on her lower lip before licking it away. She saw Henry track the movement with his eyes. "The scene got cancelled."
Henry blinked. "Cancelled?"
"Yeah." She set her glass down, moving closer to him, close enough that he could smell her perfume, something musky and floral, intimate. "My agent called. The director decided to cut that scene entirely. Rewrite the script. So..." She shrugged, the motion making her breasts sway, the silk sliding dangerously. "No more rehearsal needed, I guess."
"Oh." Henry looked genuinely disappointed, then confused. "But if the scene is cancelled, why did you invite me over? And why..." He gestured vaguely at the apartment, the candles, her attire. "Why all this?"
"I need to use the washroom," Karina said suddenly, turning away from him. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
She disappeared down the hallway, the silk robe fluttering behind her like a flag of surrender. Henry stood alone in the living room, surrounded by candlelight and implication, utterly baffled.
"Why is the mood different here?" he muttered to himself, pacing to the window and back. "And if the scene is cancelled, why is she wearing the bathrobe? With her nipples showing? What the hell is happening?"
He ran a hand through his hair, checking his phone, putting it away. He wandered to the bathroom door, listening. He could hear water running, the sound of movement. Then,
"Henry?"
He froze. Her voice came muffled through the door, soft and beckoning.
"Yeah? You okay?"
"Can you come here?"
Henry walked to the bedroom first, then stood by the bathroom door, his heart hammering against his ribs. "I'm here. What happened?"
A hand emerged from the crack in the door, slender, wet, glistening with droplets. "Towel? I forgot to bring one."
Henry looked around frantically, spotting a plush white towel folded on her dresser. He grabbed it and pressed it into her waiting hand. Their fingers touched, wet and warm, and lingered for a moment too long.
"Thanks," she whispered.
The door closed. Henry sat on the edge of her bed, the mattress soft beneath him, the sheets already turned down, pillows fluffed and inviting. He could hear splashing from the bathroom, the scent of roses and something sweeter drifting out from under the door.
Then her voice again, clearer this time, sultry and sure. "Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"Come in."
His breath caught. He stood, his legs suddenly unsteady, and walked to the bathroom door. He pushed it open.
Steam billowed out, warm and fragrant, carrying the scent of jasmine and bath oils. Through the mist, he saw her. Karina reclined in the bathtub, her body hidden beneath a mountain of white foam and floating rose petals, red and pink, scattered across the water's surface like drops of blood and kisses. But the foam couldn't hide everything. He could see the curve of her breasts, the peaks of her nipples breaking through the bubbles. Her shoulders were bare, glistening with water, her hair piled messily on top of her head, tendrils escaping to frame her face.
She looked like a goddess emerging from a cloud. Like a dream he'd been too afraid to have.
"Join me," she said. It wasn't a question.
"Karina..." His voice cracked. "The scene is cancelled. You said..."
"The scene is cancelled," she agreed, her eyes dark and endless. "But this isn't about the scene anymore, Henry. This is about us. It's been about us for a long time, hasn't it?"
He couldn't speak. He could only nod, his throat tight.
"I've wanted you," she continued, her hand emerging from the water to beckon him closer. "Not for acting. Not for practice. Just... you. In this tub. With me. Now."
Henry moved like a man in a dream. He stripped quickly, his clothes falling in a heap on the tile floor. When he was naked, he paused, letting her look her fill at his body, lean from running, scarred from childhood accidents, his cock already half-hard and growing under her gaze.
"Beautiful," she whispered.
He stepped into the tub, the water hot and silky against his skin, and sank down opposite her. The tub was large, but not large enough, they had to draw their knees up, their legs intertwining, her foot brushing against his thigh, his calf sliding against her hip. The water lapped at their chests, the foam shifting to reveal glimpses of her body, her collarbone, the swell of her breast, the dark shadow between her legs.
"Come here," she murmured.
He slid forward, kneeling between her spread legs, the water rising around them. She sat up, her breasts breaking the surface, foam clinging to her nipples like snow. He reached for her, his hands finding her waist, and pulled her against him. Her wet skin slid against his, slick and hot, her breasts flattening against his chest.
They kissed, slow and deep, tasting wine and mint and each other. His hands roamed her back, her sides, cupping her ass beneath the water, lifting her slightly so she could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.
"Let me wash you," she whispered against his lips.
She reached for the soap, a bar of French lavender, and worked it between her hands until they were slick with lather. Then she touched him, his shoulders first, massaging the tense muscles there, working down his arms, across his chest. Her soapy hands slid over his nipples, making him gasp, then lower, over his stomach, following the trail of hair downward.
"Karina..."
"Shh," she soothed, her hand closing around his cock under the water. She stroked him slowly, the soap making her grip slippery, her thumb circling his sensitive head. "Just feel."
He groaned, his head falling back, his hips bucking into her touch. She worked him with one hand while the other explored, his thighs, his hips, his balls, cupping them gently, rolling them in her palm.
"My turn," he growled, taking the soap from her.
He lathered his hands and touched her with reverence, her neck, her collarbones, the hollow of her throat. He washed her breasts slowly, circling the soap around each mound, over each nipple, pinching them gently between slippery fingers until she was panting, her back arching into his touch. He moved lower, over her stomach, her hips, then between her legs, his soapy fingers finding her clit, rubbing in slow, torturous circles.
"Henry~oh god~"
"You're so wet," he murmured, his fingers sliding through her folds, dipping inside her, feeling her heat even in the warm water. "Not just from the bath."
"For you," she gasped, grinding against his hand. "All for you. Always."
He kissed her again, harder this time, his fingers working her faster, feeling her tighten around him, feeling her pleasure build. She came with a cry that echoed off the tile, her body shuddering, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Bedroom," she panted when she could speak again. "Now. I need you inside me."
They rose, water cascading off their bodies, leaving them glistening and flushed. Henry grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, lifting her out of the tub, carrying her bridal-style to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, the towel falling away, her body bare and wet and perfect beneath him.
He covered her with his body, his mouth finding hers, then her neck, her breasts. He sucked her nipples hard, drawing cries from her throat, his hand finding her wetness again, preparing her, stretching her with his fingers until she was begging, writhing beneath him.
"Please, Henry. Please, I need you. Fuck me. Now."
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing, leaking precum onto her thigh. He looked down at her—her hair spread across the pillow, her eyes dark with desire, her lips swollen from his kisses, and pushed inside.
They both cried out. She was tight, impossibly tight, her heat enveloping him, sucking him in. He filled her completely, bottoming out against her cervix, and paused there, letting her adjust, feeling her walls flutter around him.
"Move," she begged, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. "Please, Henry. Fuck me."
He withdrew slowly, almost completely, then slammed back in, making her scream. He set a rhythm, hard and deep, their bodies slapping together, wet skin on wet skin. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and he bent his head to capture a nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
"Yes~yes~like that~don't stop~"
He flipped them, pulling her on top of him, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him. She ground down against him, her clit rubbing against his pelvis, her hands braced on his chest. He watched her, mesmerized, her head thrown back, her breasts swaying, her wet hair dripping onto his skin.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Show me how you like it."
She did, her hand sliding between her legs, her fingers circling her clit as she bounced on his cock. The sight was too much, her pleasuring herself while he filled her, her abandon, her beauty. He felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his spine tingling.
"Come with me," he gritted out, his fingers digging into her hips, guiding her rhythm. "Karina, come with me. Now."
She shattered, her walls clamping down on him like a vice, her scream tearing from her throat. He followed, his cock pulsing, spilling inside her in hot, thick spurts, filling her completely, marking her as his.
She collapsed forward, her body covering his, both of them panting, trembling, their hearts hammering against each other. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, his cock still buried inside her, still twitching with aftershocks.
"Henry?" she whispered against his neck.
"Yeah?"
"The scene might be cancelled," she said softly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "But this... this is just beginning, right?"
He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest, and rolled them onto their sides, still joined, still tangled. "This is definitely just beginning," he agreed, tucking her against him. "We have a lot of... rehearsing... to do."
She smiled, her eyes drifting closed, sated and safe in his arms. Outside, the city hummed, but in her bedroom, wrapped in each other, they had found their own perfect scene, one that would never be cancelled, never cut, never rewritten.
“U—UOGHHH! AW! AHHH!” You slammed into a boulder and probably broke your ribs. You kept reaching for anything, looking for something to grab on to.
The last time you remember, you were chasing a naked woman into the woods.
Pathetic.
And now, you’re helplessly freestyle skating on a cliff.
“AW! AGH! OUCH!” You rolled like a damn pinball.
“Ah-AGUUUHHH—” You crashed straight into a tree trunk—smashed your eggs into an omelette.
After a moment of endless suffering, the fall finally stopped. So what? You’re battered up anyway.
“Shit.” You can’t even stand straight.
“Why the fuck did I go after a naked woman! I knew that was a bad idea, but that girl kept wiggling her ass at me as if she had a tail— a tail.
You definitely saw a tail earlier; that’s the reason why you chased her.
“It’s something… no woman had a tail, right? Should I look for her?”
You scanned your surroundings; aside from dried trees and massive rocks, there was an endless darkness beyond.
“Why the fuck should I still look for her?”
You shake off the dust from your clothes and limp to find a way. You already fucked up the moment you went after her, and yet you even have the guts to consider looking for her.
You kept walking.
Every step’s draining your remaining energy; you should conserve it.
“Fuck, I’m lost.” You’re just walking non-stop.
“Pst.”
A voice out of nowhere.
“Huh!? Who’s there!?” You’re terrified.
You looked at the location where the voice came from, but there’s nothing. Just darkness.
“Show yourself!” You yelled at nothing.
“Wait! Slowly… please.” For a second thought, you’re kind of scared and might faint if it suddenly pops.
The fact that the voice wasn’t from a woman, it’s deeper.
“Pst.”
“WAAAH! What!? Don’t kill me! Sorry! Spare me!” Your feet stumbled in panic.
You wanted to run, but you can’t.
You wanted to plead for mercy, so you just muttered sorry.
“Why are you here?”
A question that you can easily answer, but you can’t speak, your tongue got stuck while your jaw’s numb.
There’s a reason why, the reason is hiding in the bushes beside you.
Sharp eyes, large white silhouette, white fangs.
“WAAHHH! Don’t eat me! I don’t taste that good! Here— pwe! Salty! Pwee!” You bit your arm, trying to prove something.
“I’m not eating you… yet.”
“WAHHH! MOM! DAD!” Your butt scrapes the ground.
Stomp.
“WAAAH!” You kicked your feet rapidly, but you ain’t moving.
Stomp.
Step after step, it’s heavy for sure.
Then the moonlight shone through its leg, its foot alone enough to scare you even more.
It’s massive, chunky, and scaly; it wasn’t human, and definitely wasn’t any animal that you could encounter in a secluded forest.
“Haa…” It took another step.
The leg alone is much bigger than your body.
“...”
You can’t run anymore, since running will be meaningless in front of a dragon. A white dragon.
“D-d-d-dragon…. DRAGON! HAAA— AW!” Its monstrous wing slapped you.
“You’re noisy.” Its voice is a little calmer this time, its… sounds like a woman.
“WAHH– Oh— okay.” You instantly behaved when you saw its wing move. Another slap will dislocate your jaw in an instant.
“...”
In that moment of silence, the dragon is just staring at you. It must have been thinking whether to eat you raw or cook you with its fire breath.
“Please!” You knelt, head on the ground, hands clasped in the air.
“As I said, I’m not cooking you… yet.”
“What’s with the— YET?” You mimicked the way the dragon said it.
“You’re not burning me, aren’t you!?” You added, it must be right, you just said you're salty, a little effort to torch must taste good since you're already seasoned up with dust!
It sits, you think— it was even wagging its tail!
“Tail?” Now you remember why you were there.
A naked lady with its wagging tail… so, it was a trap! To lure a pervert minded guy like you all the way to its nest.
You’re dead meat, literally. A food just walks straight into its lair.
“Please!” You had no choice but to plead mercy.
“What do you prefer? Rare, medium rare, or well done?” The dragon’s wing poked your shoulder. It must be testing if you're tender enough.
“Well done!” You answered instantly, in that way you could think of a way to escape— but upon realizing that it was just a slow death…
“Rare! I mean rare’s better!” Yes, the right way. You can resist a few burns, and it can eat you right away— but you can’t run…
“Medium rare! Final answer!” It’s like a Who Wants to Be a Millionaire scene, but it was a Who Wants to Be a Skewer instead.
Either of the three choices, you’re fucked up. You’re destined to be eaten!
“Please… not me, mighty dragon of all dragons! I can bring you tasty foods instead.” You thought of bringing your friends instead if the dragon agreed. What a friend.
“But, I want you… You did not hesitate to follow me, a naked woman.”
“...”
That’s it! One of your guesses just came true. You’ve been lured to be eaten—
“WAAHH– AW! Now you’re tenderizing the meat! WAHHH!” You forgot for a second that the dragon doesn’t want noise, so the tail slapped you this time around.
“Breed me.” The dragon said.
“WAHHH! First you season me, now you’re breading me before frying me!?” You cried.
“...”
“...”
“Huh? B-b-b-breed!?” You absolutely heard it wrong.
“Yes, breed.” The dragon insists.
You tilt your head, and the dragon mirrors your action.
“You did not bite your tongue or something? Do you mean bread or breed?”
“No.” The dragon licked your whole body.
“YOU DEFINITELY SAID BREAD! LOOK AT YOU TASTING ME!” In just one lick, you’re instantly covered in sticky liquid.
“I said breed. Breed functions as both a verb (to reproduce, raise, or cause) and a noun (a distinct variety of animal/plant, or a particular type of person/thing).” It explained.
This dragon’s hella smart.
“You sure a dragon? Not a dinosaur, you speak like a thesaurus… You know, dinosaurs have this saurus kind of thingy in their name.” For a second, you forgot you’re speaking with a dragon.
“No, I’m a dragon, you’re here after getting drag-on.” The dragon surprisingly joked back.
“...”
It’s not funny, the dragon just basically admitted it lures you in! Time to face reality, it’s either it’ll eat you, or you breed it…?
“Wait! If what you said is true? Will you spare me if I agree to breed you?”
Honestly, you’re not into bestiality, but you had no choice. Breed or dead? Damn, those two rhymed.
“Yes. No need to bring your friends, you’re enough. You did not hesitate to follow the illusion I made, the naked woman, which means your libido is strong.” You did not get the dragon’s logic, but you can’t admit that you’re just horny either.
“Yes.” You simply nod.
“If everything’s clear, then we can start.” The dragon turns around.
Back shots for a dragon? Must be insane.
“Okay…” You hurriedly stripped off your pants, then your underwear. It wasn’t because you’re looking forward to it; it's just because you wanted to live.
You approached the dragon, the tail’s on the way. You grabbed to move it—
“AGHH!! OUCH!” It slapped you, harder this time.
“WAHH!” The dragon shrieked; it must be startled by you. “Don’t suddenly touch my tail!” It roared.
“S-sorry!” You quickly apologized, the dragon might eat you anytime now. “B-but, there’s no hole! I’m looking for the hole! The tail’s on the way!” You followed up with your reasons.
“What hole? Can’t you see I’m transforming!?”
“Transforming?” You’re confused, but who wouldn’t?
“My human form. Wait a second.” The dragon lit up. It’s as bright as the moonlight.
“...”
The dragon’s silhouette slowly changed into a slim woman. The light glow eventually dimmed.
There she is, her human form. Naked, pure, and her dragon features prominently strong.
“Wow…” You fell in love, you knew it, your heart and dick knew it.
“When I’m with this form, they call me Yeji.” She elegantly bowed.
A soft woman like her is a contrast to the scary dragon you met a while ago.
“Yeji… what a beautiful name… as beautiful as you.” You muttered, mouths agape, amused by her beauty.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
Her eyes, her skin, her face, her tits, her waist, her pussy, her thighs, her knees, her toes. Everything’s perfect.
“Ten out of ten.” You nodded, and your dick salutes.
“Excuse me?” She’s puzzled by your sudden rating.
“I mean, ten— what are we wai-ten for? Let’s breed.” You voluntarily approached her, grabbing her by the waist, and feel her smooth skin.
No scales, just pure butter.
“Sure, master.” She kissed you. Her lips are as soft as a bun; they taste sweet and tangy, a dragon’s kiss.
You kissed back, a warrior who was desperately fighting for his life, risking it all by making love with a dragon.
Tongues slithering like a sword clashing, an intense fight for two strangers who just weirdly met and are now intimate.
“How did you know that?” You muttered through the kiss, steam seeping out in between your glued mouths. For a moment, you were scared to see a faint smoke; she might spit fire.
“What?” She paused from kissing you.
“That I’m a master.” You joked and squeezed her butt.
“Master?” She still didn’t get it, her hands sliding from your sides to your hard dick.
“Masterbaiter.” That’s it, a man’s past time. Mostly sports guys, playing different kinds of balls.
“Of course, because I’m a masterbaiter, too. You took the naked woman bait, remember?” She stroked your dick, like taming your wild beast.
“I’m glad I took it.” You admitted.
You hate the fact that chasing that naked woman caused you unfortune, but who knows, you’ll get to be a daddy of dragons instead, you little dra-ddy.
“Stop playin’ and breed me.” She hissed.
The moonshine put a spotlight on both of you. She rides you intensely, her insides gripping your tube like a vice grip. A few more pumps, you’re about to leak.
“Ahhh~ Ahhh~ Human~ Breed me~” She kept on riding.
The dragon’s riding the human, what a reversal.
“Let’s populate~” She kept bouncing, her tits bouncing as well.
“Populate? You sound like you’re hatching an egg in just days.” You reach for her breast like a baby in a crib reaching for the stars at the ceiling.
“Yes~ Ahng~” She leaned in, giving you enough distance for you to reach her breast. You squeezed it instantly.
“AHHH!” She spits fire.
You hurriedly put your hands on her waist instead.
“Yeji… then… We’ll have sex now and then?” You’re keeping your cool, but the fact is you’re about to cum.
You’re just holding it; you need the answer.
“Yes! You’ll live here with me… hngg~ in the forest! Raise our kids~ and be a father!” She rested her ass and rolled her hips.
She damn knew what method could make you cum.
“H-h-huh? Live here? Hnngg~ but Yeji! AHHH~” You cum. She’s too much for you to handle.
Your dick blew thick fluids in the depths of her dragon–human anatomy or whatever her womb must be right now. A pussy’s still a pussy, then womb’s still a womb. You kept planting seed inside her.
How many eggs will she lay? Three? Four? You might have quandroplets of baby dragons in a week.
“Hngg~ one more.” She moved her hips again.
“AHHH! Yeji~” You’re still sensitive.
So that’s why the dragon was perceived as a wild myth and a strong creature. She’s limitless, and probably can go rounds after rounds.
You can’t run now.
You realized that agreeing to breed her was your biggest mistake.
She’s planning to make you the father of her babies, the great founder of the dragon army.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Help me…” You lost ten pounds of liquid in a night, and there’s more to go.
*****
“A man has been missing for a month. His last track had been found on this cliff, which led to the notorious dragon’s cliff. The forest below it is said to shelter the ancient dragons who ruled Korea before humans took control over the country. The officials had finally concluded the case as closed; we wish that man and his soul a warm goodbye. I’m Jung Min Jun, reporting.”
The media had packed up; you can see them at the top of the cliff.
“He…lp…” You’re drained, exhausted.
“Papa, Ms. Dragon Shin is here.”
“D-d-d-dragon Shin? Isn’t your mom dragon Hwang?” You wonder what the hell one of your kids says?
“Oh, there you are. My clan needs a father, breed me.”
“That’s not fucking fair, you started riling me up and that damned security guard came meddling before I could do anything,” Billie whines as you dash up the staircase. “Fucking asshole.”
Billie isn’t one to enjoy being left in the dust, and so she charges up the stairs, managing to catch you when you were one foot into your bedroom, grabbing your waist and pulling you back.
“You—Billie!” You want to curse at her, but you involuntarily giggle when Billie’s fingers tickle your sides. “Stop! You’re tickling me!”
“That’ll teach you,” Billie grins as she now had you fully vulnerable. “You give me blue balls again and your sides aren’t gonna be the only thing being tickled.”
“What the fuck does that even—mean!” You squeal the last word as Billie throws you over her shoulder, carrying you into the bedroom and throwing you onto the bed, locking the door behind her.
You could feel yourself gushing when Billie turns to face you, slowly making her way to her with a borderline maniacal smile on her lips, her long fingers slowly unzipping her jeans.
“You’re not going anywhere but to poundtown, baby,” Billie husks, hovering over you, sending shivers all over your body. “Seems like you’re basically a permanent resident there, too.”
You groan at the terrible joke, feeling yourself being even more turned off yet somehow even more turned on at Billie’s horrible taste in humour and what she could only think to be her version of dirty talk.
But that somehow has her even more addicted.
“Take your pants off, princess,” Billie grins, and you nearly moan at the nickname—the one that she usually used teasingly had a whole different effect on you under these circumstances. “I wanna see you.”
You comply uncharacteristically obediently, a huge contrast from your not sex activities. You shimmy your way out of your rather tight shorts with help from Billie, who chucks it across your room.
Billie’s smirk grows wider when she sees your cute pink panties, so soaked with your arousal that it was nearly see-through. She caresses it with her fingers, making sure she was grazing over your clit, leaving you mewling.
Billie slips off your panties rather easily, licking her lips as if she hasn’t eaten in days at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with your slick and looking oh-so-welcoming.
“Someone’s been missing me,” Billie chuckles as she whips her cock out from inside her briefs, stroking it languidly and spreading her precum all over her length as her other hand inserts a finger into you, who claws at the sheets, already feeling overwhelmed. “You’re a waterpark, and I’m an excited kid on holiday.”
Maybe Billie being normal and talking dirty normally is too much to ask.
“God, fucking—Billie, please just fuck me already,” you groan in exasperation as your hole clenches desperately around her finger, which was far from the usual girth that you’d grown accustomed to. “You’re so annoying.”
“Geez, okay, I was just trying to prep you,” Billie frowns as she pulls her finger out of your hole, drenched in fluid, putting it into her mouth and sucking. “You taste decent.”
You roll your eyes, but you find your eyes rolling far back than you’d intended when Billie’s length rammed into you at full strength, hitting the deepest part within you that none of your toys had managed to reach.
“So tight,” Billie growls, grabbing your waist and readjusting herself before moving her hips, and you whine when Billie’s length plunges in and out of you, grazing against your walls, white hot pleasure flowing through your veins.
“Fuck—Billie—ah!” You whine when Billie tugs at your ankles, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and throwing your legs over her shoulders. “Oh my god—”
You’ve done this enough times for Billie to know you enjoyed taking it rough—you loved to have the living daylights fucked out of you, to be manhandled and dominated like the slut you were, to be marked everywhere with dark hickeys as a fond reminder of the person who has you begging and screaming every night—but Billie couldn’t know that.
Of course, Billie had her secrets too—she couldn’t deny that the only person who came to mind whenever she needed to blow off steam was you, the girl whom she resented with her whole being, her biggest weakness. Soft grunts leaving her lips as she tugged herself to the thought of that bobbed hair, those soft lips, the bratty attitude, the infuriatingly pretty face with brown doe eyes to match, the small hands that clawed at her back or grabbed desperately at her arms every time—
She’d get hard just at the memory of you under her, whimpering, writhing, begging, sobbing as you gave in and left your pride at the door, leaving the most vulnerable part of you out for Billie to bathe in—the one that screamed her name for everyone to hear; the one that grabbed tightly onto Billie, pulling her close, as if you’d die if your skin didn’t touch; the one that allowed Billie to do whatever she wanted with you.
Billie—please, I need you—
Fuck me harder, I’m yours…
“How long have you waited for this?” Billie asks, her voice huskier than usual, making you gush just a little more. “I know you must’ve been humping everything you could see while waiting for me to come back… horny little whore.”
You were shameless, anyone who knew you knew this, but Billie was privileged—or not—enough to see the most shameless side of you, the side that casually asked for her to send dickprint pics, full dick pics, and even videos of herself jerking off with the sound on so you could touch yourself when Billie was away at some interstate tournament.
Billie was more than happy to comply—it was the second-best option, unless Billie was okay with chopping her dick off and shipping it back to your house.
You reciprocated too, sending Billie the most lecherous, debauched pictures of yourself when you knew Billie had practice or was in class with a teacher that targeted specifically her for whatever reason—a picture of your bare body, porcelain skin boasting all the marks Billie had left on you previously; a mirror picture of yourself wearing Billie’s oversized shirts or hoodies that you love to steal, the both of them knowing full well that you had nothing on underneath; a selfie of yourself in the shower, soapy tits in full view with the caption ‘if only you were here’ paired with a vomiting emoji.
People don’t usually send nudes to the people they hate, but people don’t usually have sex with their enemies on a daily basis, either.
Leave it to these two to be in denial.
“N—No,” you huff, face flushed from how hard Billie was pounding into you, fingers clawing at the sheets to keep yourself grounded. “I’m—not that—ah fuck, right there, please—”
“Yeah?” Billie smirks, taking one of her hands off your hips to tug your blouse and bra up, revealing your perfect perky tits, and you couldn’t help but giggle at Billie’s expression, eyes wide open as if it was her first time seeing boobs, but for Billie, seeing your tits never got old.
Billie dips down, sucking on a nipple and drawing a loud moan from you. It’s no secret that you enjoy having your tits sucked on—especially if it was Billie Eilish (only if it was her, actually)—and you scream when Billie lightly bites, so overstimulated you could cry.
One thing you like about Billie that wasn’t her cock, was that she paid equal attention to both your tits, one of her hands massaging a boob while she sucked the other, all the while her thrusts never faltered, maintaining the same steady pace that had you writhing.
One of your hands move to tug at Billie’s hair while the other clawed at the fabric of her hoodie, which you were disappointed she hadn’t taken off. Billie looks up from sucking on your tits, and your heart flutters when you see the puppylike expression on her face, her chin wet with saliva and pupils blown wide.
You had established several unspoken rules ever since the start of this arrangement, with one of them being no kissing, for obvious reasons, but now, with Billie’s face so close and so kissable, you had to physically restrain yourself from pulling her stupid face into a stupid little kiss.
You can kiss someone without meaning!
Right.
Billie, meanwhile, was impossibly hard, and the sight of you still donning her letterman while getting pounded made her somehow harder than she already was.
There was something so arousing about seeing the bane of your existence wear something that belongs to you whilst simultaneously submitting her body for your use. With Billie’s name on her letterman, it felt as if you were branded, reduced to simply a belonging, a toy that Billie owned.
Finally opening your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, you feel yourself become impossibly more aroused at the sight before you—Billie’s eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back, sweat pouring down her face and nails digging into the skin of your thighs as she rammed her cock into you over and over again with commendable stamina—she wasn’t the star football player for no reason, anyway.
If only you had the strength and flexibility to rip that stupid hoodie off her—which fucking loser wears a hoodie while fucking one of the hottest girls in school?
Billie Eilish, apparently.
Your back arches off the bed when Billie hits that one spot inside you that has you whimpering, and that spurs Billie on, her climax just at her fingertips. The jock grunts as she pushes your legs up to your chest for a better angle, making sure not to hurt you as she continues pounding away like nobody’s business.
“Shit,” Billie grits her teeth, breathing harshly beside your ear. “Ah fuck—”
“Gonna cum for me, baby girl?” you still manage to tease despite being in the midst of getting railed to filth, and in response, Billie just fucks you harder, making you jerk with every movement.
“Shut up,” Billie hisses, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck, earning a choked cry from you.
“Don’t—no marks, Bi—llie—shit!”
“I don’t care,” Billie borderline growls, making you feel scared and aroused at once. She continues to nip at your sensitive skin, licking over each bite to soothe. “Let people see what a slut you are—I want them to know who you belong to.”
That was the tipping point for you—you come, loud and hard, your thighs shaking from the sheer intensity of your orgasm as you scream into Billie’s neck, fingers clawing at her back when Billie continues moving her hips, sending you into overdrive.
“Fuck shit oh my god—” Billie groans as she finally reaches her climax, plunging her cock deep into your womb before unloading, hot semen splattering all over your walls.
Billie finally goes limp, flopping onto you with a whine, her heartbeat racing in her chest.
“Oh my god,” you rasp, your voice almost completely gone from all the wild fucking. You grunt, pushing Billie off of you and making her roll onto her back. “You came so much.”
Billie lifts her head just enough to see your ruined pussy, white liquid dripping out of your hole, and she smirks to herself in satisfaction.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” Billie groans, her limp cock sticky and uncomfortable against her stomach.
“What if I wasn’t?”
“I’d pay for plan B, I’m not about to become your baby daddy,” Billie teases, earning a weak slap on the shoulder from you.
“Also, I’ve been meaning to ask,” you turn to face Billie, who seemed to be experiencing post-nut clarity, a blank look in her eyes as she stared up at the ceiling. “What does the number on the back of your letterman mean?”
Billie flushes, and a look of panic enters her face at the unexpected question.
“It’s random,” Billie simply responds, shrugging. “It’s—a nice number. But it’s nothing. Really. I think you should go to sleep.”
You merely scoff at that—usually you’d taunt Billie ’till she gave in, but the post-fuck tiredness was creeping into your system, and it wasn’t long before you eventually give in to the shackles of slumber. You roll onto your side, inching yourself closer towards Billie before snuggling up against her chest, much to the jock's surprise.
“Um,” Billie coughs, blushing at the sudden affection—as if she wasn’t just inside you not one minute ago—but she doesn’t make a move to push you off her, oddly comforted by the gesture, albeit foreign.
“Good night, I guess.”
Billie just lies there in silence, still half naked, a million thoughts running through her mind, with at least a quarter of them being you.
Thankfully, she doesn’t have time to drown in her current crisis as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway snaps her out of her thoughts, reeling her back into reality.
It was eight in the evening, your parents were home, and their daughter was naked in bed with the daughter of their business partners.
Fuck.
Billie quietly makes her way out of bed, careful not to wake you, and begins to straighten herself up, trying her best to not make it obvious to your parents that she’d just banged their daughter. She covers you with the blanket before standing there and watching you somewhat awkwardly, the only noise filling the room being your soft breathing.
For the first time, a room was quiet while they were both in it.
Billie’s eyes trailed over your sleeping form, still draped in her letterman, the red fabric eye-catching as ever, but Billie decides to leave you be—she doesn’t have the heart to take it back.
“See you tomorrow,” Billie whispers before turning off the lights and leaving the room.
“Oh, Billie! Fancy seeing you here!” Your mother greets her as she descended the stairs. “Working on another project again, I suppose?”
“Ah, um, yes,” Billie stutters, putting on her most parent-friendly smile she could muster. “We didn’t even realise how late it was. Sorry about the disruption.”
“It’s all fine, how’s my daughter?” Your father pipes in, taking off his coat by the front door.
“She’s asleep already,” Billie replies, hoping they wouldn’t question why their eighteen-year-old was already asleep at eight in the evening.
“Wow, this early? Must’ve been a rough day, yeah?” your dad laughs, and Billie flushes. “Well, you should probably get on your way, I bet your parents must be worried.”
“Oh, for sure, see you soon Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” Billie nods, not waiting for a response as she bolts out the front door.
What a night.
Billie smiles to herself after sending the last message, but she doesn’t even get a second to come to her senses and wipe the stupid lovesick grin off her face before Zoe came slithering up to her.
“You didn’t tell me?” Zoe shrills, eyes wide open and hands gripping her shoulders.
“Tell you what?” Billie blinks, a million possibilities running through her mind. Are all her past mistakes coming back to bite her in the ass? Did the security guard snitch? Did the principal finally find out that she was the one who called him a ‘pedo wanker’?
“You and y/n are a thing?” Zoe blinks back, and Billie was equally as surprised as she was.
“What—what makes you think that?”
“She came in with your letterman!” Zoe practically screams at her face. “Your name and all—I thought we were friends, Billie. You said you’d tell me anything! But it's honestly about fucking time. Me and Ava were kinda betting on it.”
Billie doesn’t register anything past ‘letterman’, and before she could properly respond, she sees none other than you yourself strut into her line of sight, proudly sporting her letterman which was far too big for you, making heads turn for more than one reason now.
Despite being partially out of it, Billie swears she could hear the hushed gossip of the students around her—
" The star quarterback and hottest cheerleader are banging? "
" I called it! "
" They’re probably the ones who fucked on the stairs that time. "
" I mean, they look good together. "
" I thought they hated each other! "
" Plot twist? "
“Hey,” you are also donning a smirk on your lips as you approached Billie, who was looking you up and down as if she’s never seen you in her life. “Good morning.”
“Good—morning,” Billie stutters, too shocked to realise that Eunchae had scrambled away to give them ‘privacy’.
“You don’t look very happy to see me,” you frown, tilting your head and revealing the dark marks Billie had left on the left side of your neck from last night. Billie shivers at the memory, still fresh in her mind.
“My letterman,” Billie were the only words she could manage, her tongue feeling like it’s been tied into a hundred knots—she's never felt like this before, what the fuck was happening?
“You left it at my place last night,” you grin, and Billie winces at the sheer volume of your voice, as if you want everyone around them to know. “You can tell me if you want it back.”
“No,” Billie blurts out, surprising both herself and you. “Um, I mean, you can… keep it.”
“How sweet of you,” you purr, settling yourself onto Billie’s lap so naturally it’s as if you've done this a million times before (you have).
Billie’s mind is completely blank, but her cock was reacting for her, starting to harden underneath you, who could obviously feel it, your smirk widening.
(This is an 18+ blog but if you happen to be 16+ please know that there are mature themes involved in these stories and that you are in control and responsible for the content you consume, so please just be aware of that. Thank you!)
Summary: Basically, Natasha is a player. She accepted a bet at a party to make you fall in love with her in 3 months.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, cringe flirting, mentions of Kate and Yelena, sex talk (inappropriate comments and jokes), mentions of drinking and drinking, drugs (weed)
(Inspo from the movie 'She's All That' and 'After' combined with an imagination of my own. ✨️)
Chapter 1. Party Time
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
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Lost and Found:
Summary: Inspired by the love story of Bill and Frank from The Last of Us. Imma mix in some of The Walking Dead in here too... 👀
Warnings: Violence (guns and knives), zombies (walkers, clickers), swearing, drinking, and sex later down the line. Slow burn(??), angst, death, murder. Age gap romance??? Uhm... Nat is older but not specified yet.
Chapter 1. Lost
Chapter 2. Liability.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
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Stalker!Nat
Summary: Natasha has been stalking you for a while now. She's finally worked up the courage to talk to you and get you to fall for her.
TW: Stalker!G¡PNat, you're getting stalked. Nat is obsessed with you. Smut... eventually.
Word Count: 8.5k
No smut in this chapter, purely plot (Last non-smut chapter for this series)
Morning came too clean for what the previous night had done to us. The Top Floor was quiet. Not ambush quiet. Not emotional tribunal quiet. Actual quiet. Which somehow felt more suspicious.
I woke up before my alarm, stared at the ceiling for three full minutes, and tried to remember what part of yesterday had been real. TWICE had visited the Top Floor. ITZY had signed the NDAs. Jihyo had revealed the TWICE arrangement with John. Mina and I had almost been accused of planning a polite corporate takeover. Ryujin had demonstrated things with couch cushions. Yuna had narrated her first time like a coming-of-age film with legal protection. Nayeon had asked John to punish her in front of everyone. I had smoked. Yeji had kissed me in front of the room. Then told me that was the last kiss I would get if I didn’t stop smoking.
Then I had apparently survived dinner, tattoo accusations, almost-wife allegations, and an impending temporary tattoo appointment that now involved Yeji choosing placement and font.
I closed my eyes “Outstanding.”
Beside me, Yeji shifted. Not fully awake yet. But awake enough “You’re thinking too loudly.” I turned my head. She was lying on her side, hair loose against the pillow, eyes still half-closed but already judging me with terrifying accuracy “I am silently suffering.”
“You do that loudly.”
“That feels unfair.”
“You earned unfair.”
I smiled despite myself. She opened one eye “Don’t look cute. I’m still mad.”
“That implies I look cute.”
“Benjie.” I immediately stopped smiling. Mostly. Yeji sighed and sat up, pulling the blanket around herself. The morning light softened her face, but not enough to hide the fact that she was already preparing herself for the day.
Leader mode. Girlfriend mode. Wife voice in reserve. Terrifying combination “We need a gameplan,” she said. I pushed myself up against the headboard “For JYP?”
“For everything.”
That was worse because it was correct. She counted on her fingers “JYP. The retreat cover. Mina and the money. John and Jihyo’s role. The tattoo appointment. Yuna’s vacation plan. Ryujin not committing crimes. Chaeryeong and Lia shopping. And you not buying another establishment because someone annoys you.” I looked at her “That last one feels targeted.”
“It is.”
“Good to know.”
Yeji reached for her phone and checked the time “We leave in two hours.”
“For JYP.”
“For JYP first,” she said. Then her eyes narrowed slightly. “Then Frankie.” I had made the mistake of telling her the tattoo artist’s name last night. Now she said it like someone had entered a witness protection list “It’s temporary,” I reminded her.
“And I choose placement.”
“You choose placement.”
“And font.”
“And no portrait.”
“No portrait.”
“And no wedding date.”
“For now.”
She turned her whole head toward me. I looked away “Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not.” She threw a pillow at me. I caught it. That was when the bedroom door opened without permission. Ryujin leaned in “Are you decent?” Yeji clutched the blanket higher “Ryujin!” Ryujin looked at her. Then at me. Then at the pillow in my hands.
“Emotionally, no. Physically, probably.”
“Get out,” Yeji said.
“I’m here for the morning briefing.”
“There is no morning briefing in our bedroom.”
“Our?”
The silence changed. Ryujin’s smile widened. Yeji closed her eyes “Leave.” Ryujin pointed into the room “She said our.”
“I heard it,” Yuna called from the hallway. Lia’s voice followed, tired and resigned “Everyone heard it.” Chaeryeong added softly, “I was trying not to.” I looked at Yeji. Yeji looked at me. Her face turned pink before she pulled the blanket over her head. Ryujin grinned.
“Great. Breakfast in ten. Your wife has assignments.”
“I am not his wife!” Yeji shouted from under the blanket.
“Yet!” Yuna shouted back.
Ryujin closed the door before Yeji could throw the second pillow. I sat very still. Under the blanket, Yeji said, “Do not laugh.”
“I would never.”
“You’re smiling.”
“I am emotionally licensed to be happy.”
The blanket lowered just enough for one eye to glare at me.
“I hate that sentence.”
“You loved it last night.”
“I tolerated it under duress.”
“Marriage duress?”
The pillow hit me directly in the face.
Breakfast was less a meal and more a tactical deployment. Yuna had taken over one side of the kitchen island with a notebook, a tablet, two pens, and the expression of a woman who had been given responsibility and planned to make it everyone else’s problem. Chaeryeong was checking the pantry. Lia was making a list on her phone. Ryujin was eating cereal directly from the box again, which meant civilization had already failed. Yeji sat beside me, still radiating mild anger, while pretending she was not leaning close enough for her knee to brush mine.
I accepted this as progress. Yuna tapped her pen against the notebook “Okay. Vacation pitch.”
“No,” Lia said immediately.
Yuna frowned “You haven’t heard it.”
“You started with a title voice.”
“It needs a title.”
“It needs JYP approval first.”
Yuna waved a hand “Details.”
“They are not details,” Chaeryeong said from inside the pantry.
Yuna ignored that “I am preparing the vacation activities pitch for everyone. If we’re getting a week—”
“If,” I said.
Yuna looked at me “When.”
“That is not better.”
“It is more confident.”
“It is more dangerous.”
Ryujin lowered the cereal box “What if JYP says no?” Yuna looked personally offended “Then Ben and Mina accidentally become a problem again.” Yeji turned toward her “Yuna.”
“What? I said accidentally.”
Lia looked at me over her cup “Your influence is terrible.”
“I have been saying that.”
Chaeryeong came out of the pantry with a haunted expression “Momo sunbaenim ate everything.”
Ryujin nodded solemnly “Biblical.”
Chaeryeong looked genuinely distressed “I stocked for three days.”
“She is TWICE’s final boss,” Yuna said.
“Momo is not a final boss,” Lia said.
“She ate like one,” Ryujin replied.
Chaeryeong looked at me “I need to restock.”
“Use my card.” Yeji turned toward me immediately. I lifted both hands “Not buying the grocery store. Just groceries.” She watched me for a second. Then nodded “For now.” I sent a quick message to my accountant. Before I could put the phone down, it buzzed. I read the reply and sighed. Lia noticed “What?” “My accountant says he is happy to oblige as long as the shopping request is from Chaeryeong.”
Yuna slowly looked up from her notebook “Excuse me?” I read the message aloud “‘If it is Ms. Chaeryeong, absolutely. Please tell her she may purchase whatever pantry supplies she needs. If it is Ms. Yuna, I require itemized pre-approval after the spa incident.’”
The kitchen erupted. Yuna’s mouth dropped open “That was one time.” Lia looked at her “It was not one time.”
“It was one spa arc.” Ryujin pointed at her “You traumatized the man.”
“I improved his exposure to luxury wellness.”
“You submitted a reimbursement request that had aromatherapy candles categorized as emotional infrastructure.”
Yuna lifted her chin “They were.”
Chaeryeong looked between us “Should I itemize?”
“No,” I said. “Buy everything you need.” My phone buzzed again. I glanced down “He added a smiley face for you.” Chaeryeong blinked “For me?”
“Yes.”
Yuna gasped “He never sends me smiley faces.” Lia sipped her drink “That is because you send him invoices that make him question morality.” Yuna pointed at her “You’re also going shopping.” Lia nodded “For vacation needs.” I forwarded her accountant access too. A second later, my phone buzzed again. I read it “‘Approved for Ms. Lia. Sensible purchases expected.’” Yuna slapped the table “This is discrimination.”
“It is pattern recognition,” I said. Ryujin leaned over “What does he say about me?” I stared at her “You are not shopping.” She looked offended “Why?”
“Because your assignment is to try not to do any damage that can’t be undone.” Ryujin froze. Then slowly smiled “That leaves a lot of room.”
“No, it does not.”
“It does if you’re creative.”
“Ryujin.”
Yeji finally spoke, calm and dangerous. “Do not make me assign you to JYP aegyo TikTok preparation.” Ryujin sat down immediately “Understood.” Yuna whispered, “Wife authority.” Yeji pointed at her without looking “I heard that.” Yuna went back to writing. I stood and adjusted my watch “Yeji is coming with me to JYP.” Everyone looked up. Ryujin grinned “For emotional support?”
“Yes.” Yeji blinked. I continued, “I need my wife around for emotional support during this coup.” The room froze. Yeji turned bright red “Ben.” Ryujin screamed. Yuna nearly fell off her chair. Lia closed her eyes like she had been spiritually defeated. Chaeryeong looked down, smiling despite herself. I corrected smoothly “Jokingly.”
“That correction came too late,” Lia said.
Ryujin pointed at Yeji “She reacted before the correction.”
Yuna nodded “She liked it.”
“I did not like it,” Yeji said.
I looked at her. She looked at me. I smiled. She kicked my ankle under the table, then her hand found mine anyway.
We left before Ryujin could make it worse. Unfortunately, the day had already decided worse was the theme. JYP’s office felt different when there were five of us walking in. Jihyo first, because she had the folder. John beside her, because suffering was apparently his full-time position. Mina behind them, quiet and composed, carrying no visible threat but somehow radiating legal consequences. Then Yeji and me.
JYP was already seated when we entered. He looked from Jihyo to John. Then Mina. Then Yeji. Then to me. His expression settled into the weary calm of a man watching a storm arrive with paperwork “Why do I feel,” he said slowly, “that this meeting will cost me money?” John muttered, “Because you’re learning.”
Jihyo elbowed him lightly. I bowed “Thank you for seeing us.” JYP looked at me “Benjamin, when you speak politely, I become extremely more concerned.”
“That feels unfair.”
“It is experience.” Mina took a seat without being asked. JYP looked at her. Then at me. Then at Jihyo’s folder. His eyes narrowed “You brought both of them…” Jihyo smiled “I brought structure.” JYP did not smile back “You brought financial equivalent of a small country.” Mina blinked. I blinked. John whispered, “He’s not wrong.” JYP pointed at him.“Do not help them.”
Jihyo opened the folder “We are proposing a senior-junior wellness retreat.” JYP stared at the folder “For TWICE and ITZY.”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
I answered before anyone else could “One week.” Mina said nothing. Yeji sat beside me, straight-backed and composed, looking every bit like the leader who had walked into meetings like this for years and survived worse rooms than this one. JYP looked at the proposal. Then at me. “One week?”
“Yes.”
“And the purpose?”
Jihyo took over “Recovery, mentorship, privacy, and controlled decompression after Waterbomb. Publicly, it becomes a senior-junior wellness retreat. TWICE and ITZY. Company-approved. Clean narrative. No speculation.”
JYP listened. He did not interrupt, that somehow felt worse.
Jihyo continued “Schedules would need adjustment. Staff compensation would need coverage. Transportation, security, lodging, privacy, and contingency logistics would all be handled externally.”
“Externally,” JYP repeated. I nodded “I’ll cover ITZY.” Mina nodded “I’ll cover TWICE.”
JYP closed his eyes. John leaned toward him “That reaction is normal.” JYP opened his eyes again “How much?” I slid the estimate forward. Mina placed a second document beside it. JYP looked at the numbers, then he looked at us. Then looked at the estimates again. His face did not change. But his soul did. “You are both insane.”
Mina’s expression remained calm “The numbers are conservative.”
“That makes it worse”. I nodded “It does, actually.” JYP looked at me “You are agreeing with me?”
“On accounting language, yes”. JYP leaned back “I have concerns.”
“Expected,” Jihyo said.
“Good. Then expect many.” He lifted one finger. “First. Moving schedules for one week is already difficult.”
“Yes,” Jihyo said.
“Second. Moving both TWICE and ITZY creates speculation.”
“We have a cover plan.”
“Third. A private location reduces risk but does not remove risk.”
“Agreed,” Mina said.
“Fourth.” His eyes moved to me. “I do not like how Ben solves everything by means financial flashbanging.”
Yeji’s posture shifted. I looked down. JYP noticed. His voice softened by one degree “I am not saying the care is wrong. I am saying the method is dangerous.”
“I know,” I said.
“Do you?”
Yeji answered before I could “He does.” Everyone looked at her. She sat straight. Calm. Leader-like “He knows. That is why he did not come alone.”
That landed. On JYP. On me. On everyone. Yeji continued “ITZY can keep working. We can keep performing. We can keep smiling and doing schedules. But that does not mean we are okay.” Jihyo’s expression softened. Mina watched Yeji quietly. JYP’s face changed.
Not much, but enough. Yeji took a breath “The Top Floor helped. Ben helped. But it is still attached to everything. The building. The schedule. The pressure. Staff. Reports. Calls. We need space away from all of it before we start treating containment like recovery.”
Silence.
Then JYP looked at me “You said that?”
“No,” I said quietly. “Lia did.” His eyes shifted “Smart girl.”
“Yes”. JYP looked at the folder again. Then at Mina, towards me, then at Jihyo. For a moment, nobody spoke. He tapped one finger against the desk. Once. Twice. Then he said “No”. John whispered, “Here we go.” Yeji’s hand tightened slightly on her knee. Mina was reaching for something in her bag, I leaned forward “Sir—”
“One week is not enough.” The room completely stopped. Jihyo blinked. John’s head snapped toward JYP. Mina’s hand was still in her bag, and her expression did not change but her eyes sharpened. I stared at him.
JYP leaned back in his chair like a man who had decided the best way to survive a storm was to control where it landed “I will give you two.” Nobody moved. John was the first to fail “Wait. That worked?” JYP pointed at him “Do not make me regret this faster.” Jihyo recovered first “Two weeks?”
JYP nodded “If this is recovery, one week will become a countdown. The first three days will be spent adjusting, the last two preparing to return, and everyone will pretend the middle was enough. Two weeks gives them time to settle. It also gives the company one clean explanation instead of repeated schedule reshuffling.”
I stared. Mina nodded slowly “Efficient.” JYP pointed at her “And that brings me to the conditions.” John whispered, “Peace treaty.”
JYP ignored him. “First. You cover all costs.”
“Done,” I said.
“Split,” Mina added.
JYP’s eye twitched.
“Second. Staff compensation, schedule adjustment fees, security, lodging, transportation, medical standby, privacy measures, and contingency costs will be covered before anyone leaves, and anything else that comes up regarding you ‘retreat’ in any form.”
“Done,” I said.
“Split,” Mina said again.
JYP rubbed his forehead.
“Third. Legal documentation.”
Jihyo lifted her pen “Expected.”
“No,” JYP said. “Not only for the retreat.” The room shifted. His eyes moved to Mina. Then to me.
“Both of you will sign an agreement that neither of you, alone, together, directly, indirectly, emotionally, financially, strategically, through shell entities, friends, family offices, investment vehicles, private holding companies, anonymous proxies, or any other creative nightmare you can invent, will attempt to acquire, influence, pressure, restructure, destabilize, or otherwise interfere with JYPE.”
Silence. Absolute. John slowly turned toward me. I looked at Mina. Mina looked at me. JYP slapped one palm lightly on the desk “Do not look at each other like that.”
John whispered, “Oh my God.” Jihyo covered her mouth. Not to hide shock. To hide laughter. Yeji stared at me “Ben.” I looked at her “I didn’t say anything.”
“You thought something.”
“That is not illegal.”
JYP pointed at me “It will be if I ask legal.” Mina tilted her head “Restructuring is not inherently destabilizing.” John stood halfway “No.” Mina looked at him “What?”
“You are proving why he needs the clause”. JYP nodded “She is.” Mina paused. Then folded her hands again “Reasonable.” I looked at her “Reasonable?” She looked back “Under the circumstances.”
John pointed between us “See? This is exactly what terrifies everyone. You two just negotiated not buying the company like normal people discuss not ordering dessert.”
JYP looked exhausted “Fourth. If anyone asks, this retreat is company-approved. Not Ben-approved. Not Mina-approved. Company-approved.” Jihyo nodded “That protects the narrative.”
“Fifth. No public-facing signs of anything that makes me need a medical team before noon.” John muttered, “That is broad.”
“It needs to be.”
JYP looked at each of us “Two weeks. Costs covered. Legal agreement. Company-approved narrative. No corporate interference. No public scandal.” He paused “Do we understand?”
Jihyo nodded “Yes.”
Mina nodded “Yes.”
I nodded “Yes.”
John nodded “With fear.”
Yeji nodded “With supervision.”
JYP looked at her for a second. Then, for the first time, smiled faintly “Good. Someone has to.”
The meeting ended with more signatures than I liked. Mina signed the anti-interference clause without hesitation. I signed after reading every line, mostly because JYP watched me like I might discover a loophole mid-stroke. Which was offensive— not entirely inaccurate. But offensive.
John read over my shoulder and whispered “No shell companies.”
“I can read.”
“No emotional acquisitions.”
“That is not a legal term.”
“It is in spirit.”
Jihyo gathered the signed copies. Mina looked quietly satisfied. Yeji looked relieved. JYP looked like a man who had bought himself two weeks of peace by selling his legal department’s soul. As we stood, he looked at me one last time “Ben.”
“Yes, sir?”
“No buying restaurants.”
Yeji’s head snapped toward me. I stared at JYP. John slowly turned. Jihyo closed her eyes. Mina blinked “How did you know about that?” JYP leaned back “I have instincts.” John whispered, “He’s evolving.” I bowed “No restaurants.” Yeji folded her arms.
JYP looked between us. Then sighed “Good luck.” I frowned “With the retreat?” His eyes moved to Yeji “With you.”
We left before Yeji could agree too enthusiastically. In the hallway, John exhaled like he had been holding his breath since 2023 “Two weeks.” Jihyo looked at the folder “Two weeks.” Mina adjusted her bag “Efficient outcome.” John pointed at her “You are banned from saying efficient for the rest of the day.” Mina pouted at John “Why?”
“Because every time you say it, someone signs away corporate sovereignty.”
I looked at Jihyo “I did offer for you to come with us.” Jihyo looked up “To the tattoo appointment?”
“Yes.” John immediately stiffened. Jihyo’s smile turned slow “No.” John relaxed. Then she added “If I went, I would end up making John get one too.” John stopped breathing. Nayeon was not even there, but somehow I felt her approval in the universe. Jihyo continued calmly “All nine names.” John looked at her “You would not.” Jihyo looked back “I absolutely would.” He stared at her. Then looked at me “Help.”
I lifted both hands “No. If Jihyo decided that, you would have no way out.” John looked horrified because he knew it was true. Mina looked thoughtful “All nine names would require planning.” John pointed at her “Stop contributing feedback to the tattoos.” Jihyo smiled sweetly “Relax. I’m not going.”
“That does not make me feel safe.”
“It should not.”
We separated at the parking level. Jihyo and Mina headed back toward the company wing to begin the official retreat paperwork. John, Yeji, and I headed for the tattoo shop. Or as John called it “Evidence creation.”
Frankie’s studio was private by design. No walk-ins. No visible signage. No social media tags unless he approved them himself. The kind of place that looked like nothing from the outside and too expensive from the inside. John still looked ready to scan the walls for cameras “This is insane,” he said as we entered “It is temporary ink.”
“You keep saying that like the problem is the ink.” Yeji was beside me, sunglasses on, cap low, mask in place. She looked like an idol trying not to be recognized. Which was accurate. She also looked like an angry girlfriend trying to pretend she was not excited— also accurate.
Frankie looked up from the counter. He was broad, tattooed up to his neck, with silver rings on three fingers and the expression of a man who had seen too much to be surprised by normal things. Then he saw Yeji. He stopped. Looked at me. Looked at Yeji, then back to me “Boss.”
“Frankie”. He blinked once. “When you said Yeji, you meant Yeji—Yeji.” Yeji stiffened. John’s soul visibly exited his body. I nodded “Yes.” Frankie stared for half a second longer. Then sighed “Honestly? Baffled. Not surprised.” John turned toward me “That is not comforting.” Frankie looked at John “You must be John.” John’s eyes widened “Why do you know that?”
“Boss said a tired manager might come in sweating through his spine.” I looked away. John turned to me “You described me like a medical warning.”
“The Boss’ description was accurate”. Frankie lifted both hands before John could spiral “Before anyone panics, not a word leaves this room.” His tone changed. Less joking. More certain “I don’t post clients. I don’t talk clients. I don’t hint clients. I don’t leak clients. Especially not his.” He nodded toward me “I still remember what he did for me with that investment broker.” Yeji looked at me. John stiffened.
Frankie continued while setting out the temporary ink materials “Guy thought because he had money and connections, he could walk out on my bill. Boss asked for a name. Next thing I knew, the man who was at the top of the food chain in his line of work was now bussing tables for tips.”
John went pale “You kept tabs?” Frankie smiled “Of course I kept tabs.” Yeji slowly turned toward me “Benjie.” I sighed “Please do not start here.” Frankie looked between us. Then grinned “Oh, that’s the voice.” John pointed at him “You hear it too?”
“Man, I tattooed him through worse ideas than this. I know when his woman is the only thing keeping him alive at the moment.” Yeji turned pink “I am not—”
“His wife?” Frankie guessed. The room froze, Yeji stared, John made a helpless sound. I closed my eyes “Frankie.”
“What? Lucky guess.”
“It was not a lucky guess.”
Frankie looked at Yeji “Girlfriend?” Yeji lifted her chin “Girlfriend.” Frankie nodded seriously “Understood. Girlfriend with wife privileges.” John whispered, “I hate how fast everyone gets there.”
Frankie slid a paper across the counter “If it gives you peace of mind, I’ll sign whatever. NDA. Confidentiality. Blood oath— well not literally, unless the boss is paying extra.” John grabbed the paper “Yes. Thank you.” I looked offended “You do not need that.” John was already reading “I absolutely need that.”
Frankie looked at me “With respect, boss, the people around you look like they rarely experience peace of mind.”
“That is unfair.” Yeji looked at me. John looked at me. Frankie looked at me. I sighed “Somewhat unfair.” Frankie laughed “That’s why I like you, boss. You have more money than a small country and yet you’re pretty much down to earth.”
John slid the confidentiality paper back “Sign.” Frankie signed without hesitation. Then slid it back “Better?” John clutched it like scripture “A little.” Frankie turned toward Yeji “Alright. Temporary chest piece. Original draft was ‘Ben + Yeji.’” Yeji immediately shook her head “No.”
Frankie nodded “Good. It was corny as hell.” I looked at him “You were supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on the side of decent composition.” Yeji stepped closer to the stencil samples “It should be ‘Yeji + Ben’, that sounds and looks better.” I looked at her. John looked at her. Frankie looked at her, Yeji froze “What?” I smiled “Nothing.”
“You are smiling.” Yeji pointed out.
“I am emotionally licensed.”
“You are not.”
Frankie leaned over the page “Yeji + Ben balances better.” Yeji nodded, suddenly focused “And this font is too sharp.” Frankie blinked “Oh.”
John whispered, “She’s actually doing it.” Yeji ignored him “This one is better. Still readable but softer.” Frankie nodded “Good eye.” Her confidence grew “And little hearts.”
I slowly turned toward her “Little hearts?” She pointed at the paper like a woman commanding an army “Not big ones. Small. Around the names. Maybe one between.” Frankie looked at me, I looked at Yeji. Her cheeks were pink, but her eyes were serious. I shrugged “Whatever the wife wants, man.”
Yeji snapped toward me “Girlfriend.” Frankie lifted both hands “Whatever the girlfriend with wife privileges wants.” John muttered, “This is a disease.”
Yeji glared at both of us “I am choosing design quality.”
“Of course,” I said.
“And preventing disaster.”
“Obviously.”
“And the hearts are ironic.”
Frankie looked at the hearts “They are not ironic.”
“They are artistically necessary,” Yeji corrected. Frankie smiled “I am not going to debate that.” then he glanced at me “So we’re using the gun, right?”
I paused “What?” Frankie lifted the machine from his station with a grin that immediately made me distrust him “Temporary ink through the gun. All the pain of a real tattoo, none of the permanence— it also makes the temporary ink last longer.” John slowly turned toward Frankie. For the first time all day, he looked hopeful “That is an option?”
Frankie nodded “Sure.” Yeji looked at the machine. Then at me. Then back at the machine “I like that option.” I stared at her “B-babe…”
“You wanted drama.”
“I wanted temporary romance.”
“You can have temporary romance with consequences.”
John pointed at Frankie “I like him now.”
“You hated this place thirty seconds ago.”
“I have evolved.”
Frankie looked at me with no sympathy whatsoever “Boss, you did say whatever the wife wants, the wife gets.” Yeji lifted one finger “Girlfriend.” Frankie nodded. “Whatever the girlfriend with wife privileges wants, the girlfriend with wife privileges gets.” I stared at him “You just met her, Frankie...” Frankie shrugged with a grin “Composition has consequences, and I’m just following instructions”
John sat in the corner with the confidentiality paper in hand, looking like he had just found religion “This is the safest I have felt all day.”
“That is deeply offensive,” I said.
Yeji crossed her arms “Shirt off.”
I looked at her. She looked back. Not smiling. But almost “Placement review,” she said.
“Of course.” Frankie prepared the stencil. Temporary. Harmless. Ridiculous. And now apparently painful because everyone I loved had betrayed me in under three minutes. Yeji watched every adjustment. Font. Spacing. Heart placement. Whether the plus sign looked too childish. Whether it should be slightly tilted. Whether the names should sit centered or angled over my chest.
Finally, Frankie held up the finished temporary stencil. Yeji studied it. Then nodded once “That one.” I looked at the design. Yeji + Ben. Small hearts. Soft font. Over the left side of my chest. Not too high. Not too obvious under normal clothes, exactly where she wanted it.
“Approved?” Frankie asked. Yeji crossed her arms “For temporary.” I smiled faintly “For now.” She turned toward me “Do not start.” Frankie applied the stencil. Then the machine started buzzing. I looked at him “You are enjoying this.”
Frankie smiled “A lil’ bit.” The needle touched skin. I exhaled through my nose. John leaned forward. “How is it?” I glared at him “I can feel the love.”
“That does not answer the question.”
“It answers enough.”
Yeji stood beside me, watching with far too much satisfaction for someone who claimed this was only damage control “You okay?” she asked. I looked at her “Yes.”
“Good.”
“That sounded affectionate.”
“It was.”
I smiled. Then the needle moved over a more sensitive patch. My smile died but Yeji’s smile grew. That was when I realized I was in love with a dangerous woman. Frankie worked quickly, but not quickly enough for my dignity. Temporary ink was nothing compared to the hours I had spent under real needles, but the room treated it like I was signing a marriage contract on my skin— which, given the past twelve hours, was not entirely inaccurate.
When Frankie finished, he stepped back. “There.” Yeji went quiet. John lowered his eyes from the ceiling. Even he stopped joking. The temporary tattoo sat over my chest.
Yeji + Ben.
Small hearts. Ridiculous. Soft. What was supposed to be mine, now hers too. Temporary… for now. Yeji stared at it for a little too long. Then looked away “It’s stupid.”
I smiled “You like it.”
“I hate it.”
“You like it.”
“Benjie.”
Frankie nodded “She likes it.” John pointed at him “Do not join him.” Frankie shrugged “I know happy panic when I see it.” Yeji covered her face “I hate everyone today.” I pulled my shirt back on slowly enough that she noticed. Her eyes narrowed “You did that on purpose.”
“Yes.”
“At least you are honest.”
John stood “Great. We have evidence, paperwork, temporary body art, pain compliance, and no leaks. Can we leave before he buys the building?” Frankie looked at me “You want to buy the building?”
“No,” Yeji said immediately. I looked at her “I didn’t say anything.”
“You thought of something.”
“That is not illegal.”
“It will be if I ask JYP.”
John pointed at her “Good. Use that.” Frankie walked us to the private exit. Before we left, he looked at Yeji “For what it’s worth, I really won’t say anything.” Yeji’s expression softened “Thank you.” Frankie nodded. Then looked at me “And boss?”
“What?”
“If the permanent one happens after the wedding, please let her choose the font again.”
Yeji made a strangled sound, John pushed the door open “We’re leaving.” I smiled “You can ink it in front of the crowd during the wedding, Frankie.”
“Benjie!”
We left the studio with John muttering about confidentiality, Yeji pretending not to look at my chest every few seconds, and me feeling strangely lighter than I probably deserved. Outside, John stopped beside the car “Tomorrow we are turning JYP’s private approval into an operational nightmare.”
“We got approval.”
“We got private approval. Now we need schedule coordination, staff instructions, cover story consistency, security routing, and whatever additional clause JYP invents because you keep revealing new problems.”
Yeji looked at me “No new problems.” I nodded “No new problems.” My phone buzzed. All three of us looked down. Yuna had sent a message to the group chat.
YUNA: Vacation plan draft ready. Do we think “Healing Retreat” sounds too boring? I have alternatives.
RYUJIN: Call it Hostile Wellness.
LIA: Absolutely not.
CHAERYEONG: I restocked the pantry. Please do not invite Momo unnie again without warning.
NAYEON: I vote Hostile Wellness.
John stared at the phone “When did Nayeon get into this chat?” I looked at Yeji. Yeji looked at me. Neither of us answered, John closed his eyes “I hate all of you.”
Yeji looked at my chest again. Just once. Then looked away. I smiled. She pointed at me “Do not look excited.” Too late. Tomorrow, we would begin turning the retreat from permission into reality.
Two weeks, TWICE and ITZY. JYP-approved. Legally protected against hostile rich-people nonsense. Publicly wholesome. Privately impossible. And tonight, apparently, I had survived the temporary tattoo appointment… Mostly.
Yeji slid into the car beside me and muttered “Show me again when we get home.” I looked at her. She stared out the window, cheeks pink “For placement review.”
John made a sound from the front seat like his soul had finally quit. I smiled “Of course, you can look at it anytime you want.” Because apparently, the easier problem had still found a way to ruin us.
By the time we returned to the Top Floor, the place had somehow become a headquarters.
Not officially. Officially, nothing was happening yet. Officially, the retreat still needed final schedule coordination, staff routing, transport assignments, cover story alignment, and whatever corporate language Jihyo planned to use to make “two groups of idols disappearing into privacy with two managers and too much money” sound like wellness.
Unofficially, Yuna had already taken over the main table. There were papers everywhere.
A tablet. Three pens. A color-coded list. A separate page titled POSSIBLE ACTIVITIES, with the word “Hostile Wellness” crossed out so aggressively it had almost torn through the paper. Ryujin was lying sideways on the couch, looking suspiciously proud of herself. Lia sat near the kitchen with shopping bags at her feet, calm in the way people became after surviving war. Chaeryeong was restocking the pantry with the solemn focus of someone rebuilding civilization after Momo.
TWICE had arrived again in clusters. Jihyo and Mina were already seated with the documents. Nayeon was too comfortable. Sana was too delighted. Dahyun was too ready.
Momo was already looking toward the pantry. Chaeryeong noticed and froze “No,” she said softly. Momo blinked. Chaeryeong immediately bowed her head “I mean… not yet.” Momo nodded, accepting the terms of war.
John stepped out of the elevator behind us and stopped “No.”
Jihyo looked up “What?”
“This is a meeting.”
“Yes.”
“With everyone.”
“Yes.”
“After the day we’ve had.”
“Yes.”
John looked at me “You did this.”
“I did not.”
“You created the conditions.”
“That is different.”
Mina looked at the folder “It is structurally similar.” John pointed at her “You are still banned from helping.” Mina blinked “I was clarifying.”
“That is helping.” Yeji walked in beside me and immediately straightened. Leader mode returned as naturally as breathing. No hand-holding. No softness. No obvious girlfriend anything. Not because she was hiding from them anymore. Because this was the final meeting. And Yeji respected the difference. Unfortunately, the room did not.
Ryujin’s eyes moved from Yeji to me. Then to my shirt. Then back to my face. Slowly. Dangerously. I knew that look. I should have stopped there. I should have sat down quietly, let Jihyo take over, and avoided giving the room any reason to remember what had happened at Frankie’s studio. Instead, I chose violence. Not loudly. Not obviously. Just a tad bit enough.
I reached up, adjusted the collar of my shirt— acting like I was trying to fix something in my clothing, and let the fabric shift half an inch lower than necessary. Only for a second. Only enough. A small curve of temporary ink appeared near the left side of my chest. Not the whole thing. Not the hearts. Not even the full name. Just the beginning “Yej—"
Ryujin sat up so fast the couch cushion nearly slid with her. Yuna stopped writing. Nayeon’s mouth opened. Sana gasped. Dahyun’s imaginary microphone appeared out of pure instinct. Yeji turned toward me slowly. Very slowly. I looked straight ahead. Like an innocent man. John stared at me.
“You did not.”
“I adjusted my shirt, can’t a man try to adjust for comfort?”
“You exposed evidence.”
“I adjusted my shirt.”
Ryujin pointed at me like she'd just solved a murder case “He did it.” Yuna slapped both hands over her mouth “He actually did it.” Nayeon stood halfway out of her seat “No, no, no. Show us the rest.”
“No,” Yeji said immediately.
Sana leaned forward “Yes.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
Dahyun lifted her imaginary microphone “Breaking news: partial tattoo reveal causes immediate public demand for full disclosure.”
“I am not disclosing anything,” Yeji said.
Mina glanced up from her folder “Technically, it is not your tattoo.”
Yeji turned toward her “Mina…”
“It is a factual statement.”
John stood there for another second, staring at me. Then his face changed. Not surprise— decision “Oh,” he said quietly. I looked at him “No… You did not?” He reached into his pocket “Yes.”
“JOHN.”
He pulled out his phone. I pointed at him “Don’t you fucking dare.” Yeji looked between us “What?” John was already connecting his phone to the television “I have documentation.”
The room froze. Then every head turned toward him. Yuna whispered, “Documentation?” Ryujin slowly rose from the couch like a spirit summoned by gossip “You recorded it?” John looked at me, completely shameless “For identity protection.”
“That is not why you recorded it.”
“It began as identity protection.”
“And then?”
John tapped his phone, the television came alive. Frankie’s studio appeared on the screen. There I was. Shirt off. Sitting under the lights. Frankie standing over me with the machine. Yeji beside me, arms folded, looking terrifyingly focused. The entire room went silent for exactly half a second.
Then the Top Floor detonated.
“OH MY GOD,” Yuna screamed. Ryujin grabbed a pillow and nearly threw it at the screen. Nayeon clapped once. Sana covered her mouth, delighted. Dahyun’s imaginary microphone returned with renewed purpose “Breaking news: private evidence enters public record.” Yeji turned scarlet “John!” John lifted both hands “You chose the hearts. They deserve context.”
“I chose them privately!” Nayeon gasped “She chose the hearts?” Ryujin spun toward Yeji “There are hearts?” Yuna looked ready to ascend “There are actual hearts?”
The video continued.
Frankie’s voice came through the speakers “Whatever the girlfriend with wife privileges wants.”
The room exploded again.
Yeji covered her face with both hands “I hate this.” Sana leaned toward Nayeon “Girlfriend with wife privileges.” Nayeon nodded solemnly “Accurate title.”
“I am not his wife,” Yeji said through her hands. Dahyun lifted the imaginary microphone “Sources confirm wife privileges remain under dispute.” Jihyo pressed her fingers to her forehead “I cannot believe this is the meeting.” Mina studied the screen with surprising seriousness “The stencil placement is tasteful.”
“Mina,” John said.
“What? It is.”
Onscreen, Frankie lifted the machine “So we’re using the gun, right?” The room paused. Then my voice came through the TV “What?” Frankie grinned onscreen “Temporary ink through the gun. All the pain of a real tattoo, none of the permanence.”
Ryujin fell backward onto the couch. Yuna screamed again. Nayeon pointed at the screen “He suffered for it?” John turned toward everyone “He did.” I stared at him “You sound proud.”
“I am.”
Onscreen, Yeji said “I like that option.” The room turned toward her. Yeji lowered her hands just enough to glare at the floor “It was fair.”
“It was betrayal,” I said.
“It was consequences.”
The video showed the needle touching skin. I exhaled through my nose onscreen. John, from the video, asked “How is it?” My recorded self glared “I can feel the love.”
The room lost whatever composure it had left.
Even Lia was laughing now. Quietly but visibly. Chaeryeong smiled behind one hand “That is actually kind of cute.” That somehow embarrassed Yeji more than the screaming “It was supposed to be damage control,” she mumbled. Ryujin pointed at the screen as Frankie finished “There. Pause it. Pause it there.”
John paused the video. The final shot froze on the temporary tattoo
“Yeji + Ben”
Small hearts. Soft font. Over the left side of my chest. Ridiculous. Embarrassingly sincere, and very, very visible.
Silence. For one full second.
Then “She picked the hearts!” Ryujin shouted. “I knew it,” Nayeon said. Sana clasped her hands “That is disgustingly cute.” Dahyun lifted the imaginary microphone “Breaking news: tattoo confirmed. Hearts confirmed. Victims include everyone present.” Momo nodded toward the screen “Frankie is good.” Mina nodded “The line work is excellent.”
“Mina,” John said again.
“It is.”
Chaeryeong looked between me and Yeji. Then smiled softly “It’s actually really pretty.” Yeji’s shoulders dropped. Just a little “Thank you,” she mumbled. Ryujin immediately pointed at her “She likes it.”
“I picked it.”
“You love it”. Yeji buried her face in both hands again. Yuna grabbed her notebook and began writing furiously. Lia saw it “Do not add tattoo evidence to the meeting minutes.”
Yuna paused. Then slowly crossed something out. John disconnected his phone from the TV and looked at me with the expression of a man who had done a public service. I stared at him.
“You betrayed me.”
“You weaponized your chest first.”
“You streamed my suffering.”
“For transparency.”
“This was not a government inquiry.”
Dahyun lifted a finger “It became one.” Jihyo finally opened the folder with enough force to silence most of the room “Meeting,” she said.
The room settled. Not because the chaos was finished. Because Jihyo had decided it was. That was different. She looked around the table “JYP approved the retreat.” Everyone froze for the second time. This time, it was not because of my chest. Yuna lowered her pen “The week?” Jihyo looked at me. I looked at Yeji. Yeji exhaled. Then said it “Two weeks.”
For half a second, nobody moved. Then the Top Floor detonated again.
Yuna screamed first. Ryujin shot upright. Sana clapped. Nayeon grabbed Dahyun’s arm. Momo looked pleased for reasons that were probably food-related. Chaeyoung laughed under her breath. Tzuyu smiled faintly. Chaeryeong stood frozen beside the pantry, holding a bag of rice like it had become emotionally significant. Lia closed her eyes and smiled. Just a little. Like relief had found her before she could stop it. Yuna pointed both pens at me “I knew it.”
“You knew nothing.”
“I manifested it.”
“You did not.”
“She kind of did,” Ryujin said.
“No,” Lia said.
“Emotionally, yes.”
Jihyo tapped the folder “Two weeks with conditions.” That sobered the room enough. Not completely. Enough.
Mina spoke next, calm and precise.
“Costs are split. ITZY under Ben, TWICE under me. Staff compensation, transport, private lodging, security, medical standby, and contingency coverage are included.”
John leaned back “And because Ben and Mina scared JYP enough— they signed a legal promise not to buy, influence, restructure, destabilize, pressure, or creatively interfere with JYPE.”
Ryujin slowly turned toward me “You had to sign a no-coup paper?” I looked away “It was more nuanced than that.” Mina nodded “Barely.” Nayeon’s eyes widened “A no-coup paper.” Dahyun lifted her imaginary microphone again.
“Breaking news: wellness retreat approved after anti-takeover peace treaty.”
Jihyo pointed at her “Do not make that the title.” Yuna immediately wrote something. Lia leaned over “Yuna.” Yuna covered the page “It is not the title.”
“It is absolutely the title.”
Yeji glanced at me “No loopholes?” I looked offended. She waited. John waited. Jihyo waited. Mina looked mildly curious. I sighed.
“Ironclad, no active loopholes. I should have my lawyers check that.”
The room groaned. Yeji stared at me “Ben.”
“I am joking.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
Mina looked at me “Mostly.”
“Mina.”
“What? Accuracy matters.”
John rubbed his face with both hands “I am begging one wealthy person in this room to be normal.” Mina and I said nothing. John lowered his hands “That was the worst possible response.”
Jihyo returned to the plan before the room could spiral again “We leave tomorrow morning. The official announcement goes out as an internal senior-junior wellness retreat. No public location. No livestreams. No staff posting. No casual hints. No accidental spoilers.”
Her eyes went to Nayeon. Nayeon gasped “Why me?”
“Because I know you.”
“That is profiling.”
“That is leadership.”
Dahyun raised one finger “What about creative hints?”
“No.”
“Symbolic hints?”
“No.”
“What if the caption is just a cloud emoji?”
“No.”
Sana smiled “What if it is two cloud emojis?” Jihyo closed the folder “No weather-related crimes.” Ryujin whispered to Yuna “She’s good.” Yuna nodded “Terrifying.”
Mina took over the logistics “The vans will meet in the private parking level. TWICE and ITZY will separate for departure routes, then converge outside the city. Phones stay normal until we reach the first checkpoint. After that, private devices only.”
Chaeryeong raised a hand slightly “Food?” Momo also raised a hand. Jihyo looked between them “Food has been accounted for.” Chaeryeong relaxed. Momo looked satisfied. Lia looked at Yuna’s activity sheet “What is ‘voluntary emotional sunrise session’?”
Yuna looked proud “It’s a wholesome bonding activity.”
Ryujin leaned over “It says mandatory in parentheses.”
“That was a draft note.”
Lia kept reading “And why does one item just say ‘Ben trial by water’?” Yuna took the paper back “Still workshopping.” Yeji turned toward me “No.”
“I didn’t even do anything.”
“You looked interested.”
“I did not.”
The meeting moved faster after that. Mostly because Jihyo refused to let anyone rename the retreat. Yuna presented three activity categories: healing, bonding, and “things that would be funnier if Ben was involved.” Lia deleted the third category. Ryujin brought it back under a new title. Chaeryeong volunteered to help with meals and immediately became Momo’s favorite person again.
Nayeon suggested group games. John said no. Nayeon asked what kind. John said that was not what he meant. Sana asked if the retreat had couple activities. Jihyo told her to define couple. Sana smiled. Jihyo withdrew the question.
Eventually, the meeting ended not because everything was solved, but because everyone was too excited to be useful. That was enough. For now.
Jihyo stood, folder under one arm “Tomorrow morning. Parking level. Do not be late.” Mina looked at me “And do not buy anything overnight.” I frowned “Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“Because you hear limits as suggestions,” John said. Yeji nodded “He does.” I looked at her. She smiled sweetly. It was not sweet. Jihyo started herding TWICE toward the elevator. Nayeon paused beside Yeji “So.”
Yeji looked at her suspiciously “What?” Nayeon pointed subtly at my chest “Did you choose the hearts?” Yeji’s face went red. Sana appeared behind Nayeon instantly “She chose the hearts?” Yeji closed her eyes “They were artistically necessary.”
Ryujin screamed from the couch “I knew it.” Yuna wrote something down again. Lia took the pen away. John looked at me “You see what you did?”
I adjusted my collar back into place “Leadership requires sacrifice.”
“That was not leadership.”
“It created morale.”
“It created paperwork.”
“Same thing today.”
John looked like he wanted to argue. Then realized I might be right. That hurt him more. The elevator doors closed on TWICE’s laughter. ITZY stayed behind for a while after. Not talking much. Just moving. Packing lists. Charging devices. Laundry. Small questions. Soft excitement. The kind that grew when nobody wanted to scare it by naming it too loudly.
Two weeks.
It had sounded impossible yesterday. Now it was a departure time.
The next morning, the private parking level looked like the beginning of a secret operation badly disguised as company logistics. Two vans idled near the far end. Black. Tinted. Clean enough to look official and suspicious at the same time. Security stood in quiet positions near the exits.
Staff loaded bags with the mechanical precision of people who had been told not to ask questions and paid enough to obey.
TWICE arrived first.
Of course they did not arrive quietly. Nayeon stepped out of the elevator mid-sentence. Sana was laughing. Dahyun was carrying a small camera case that Jihyo immediately confiscated. “It is not for posting,” Dahyun said. “No.”
“It is for memories.”
“No.”
“It is off.”
“No.”
Dahyun sighed and handed it over “Cruel.” Momo had a snack bag. Chaeryeong saw it and visibly relaxed. Jeongyeon noticed. “You brought backup food?” Chaeryeong nodded. Momo smiled at her like they had achieved peace between nations. Mina arrived last among TWICE, checking something on her phone. John saw her and immediately said “No more efficiency.” Mina blinked “I was checking route timing.”
“That sounds efficient.”
“It is.”
John looked toward the ceiling “I am surrounded.”
ITZY gathered near the second van. Yuna had her vacation notebook tucked under one arm. Ryujin wore sunglasses indoors and refused to explain why. Lia looked comfortable enough to be dangerous. Chaeryeong had somehow packed snacks for both vans. Yeji stood beside me, arms folded, pretending not to be excited.
I noticed. Of course I noticed. She noticed me noticing.
“Do not say anything.”
“I was not going to.”
“You were.”
“I was going to say you look happy.”
Her face softened despite herself. Then she looked away “I am.” That was enough to make the noise around us fade for half a second. Then Ryujin appeared beside us “Gross.”
Yeji sighed “You were not invited into this moment.”
“I live here emotionally.”
Yuna joined from the other side “Are we doing seating arrangements?”
John immediately straightened “No.” Nayeon smiled “Yes.”
Jihyo stepped between them with the authority of someone who had prevented wars before breakfast “Assigned vans. Assigned routes. Assigned silence until the first checkpoint.”
Ryujin lifted a hand “What about emotional noise?”
“No.”
Yuna lowered her notebook “What about activity planning?”
“No.”
Dahyun raised her hand “What about documenting no one talking?”
Jihyo stared at her, Dahyun lowered her hand.
“No.”
Mina glanced toward me “Did you remember the anti-interference clause?”
I stared at her “Why would I need to remember it in a parking lot?”
John pointed at me “Because you might see a toll booth and buy the highway.”
Yeji turned to me immediately “You are not buying a highway.”
“I was not planning to buy a highway.”
Yuna whispered, “Planning.”
Lia nodded “He said planning.”
Ryujin grinned “So spontaneous highway acquisition is still possible.”
“Everyone get in the vans,” Jihyo said. The command worked. Mostly. Bags were loaded. Doors opened. TWICE separated into their assigned vehicle with John, Jihyo, and Mina coordinating like this was normal. ITZY moved toward ours.
Before Yeji stepped in, she looked at me. Her eyes dropped once. Very briefly. To my chest. Then back up “Is it covered?”
“Yes.”
“Fully?”
“Mostly.”
“Benjie.”
“It is covered.”
Ryujin, already inside the van, leaned toward the open door “What’s covered?”
“Nothing,” Yeji and I said at the same time.
Yuna gasped “Tattoo.”
Lia closed her eyes “Too early.”
Chaeryeong climbed in quietly, smiling to herself.
John shouted from the other van “If I see even one letter during travel, I am filing a report.” Nayeon’s voice followed “Make sure it’s Yej—” the rest of her sentence vanished when Jihyo shut the van door.
Yeji looked at me. I looked at her. For once, I behaved. I buttoned the top of my overshirt. She smiled. Small. Proud “Good boy.”
From inside the van, Ryujin screamed “I heard that.” Yuna laughed. Lia sighed. Chaeryeong made a tiny sound that might have been a laugh too. I looked at Yeji. She looked back, cheeks pink but chin lifted. Then she stepped into the van. I followed. The door slid shut.
For a moment, the world became tinted glass, low engine vibration, quiet breathing, and the strange realization that we had actually made it this far. Two weeks. TWICE and ITZY. Company-approved. Legally anti-takeover protected. Publicly wholesome. Privately impossible.
The van started moving. Yeji’s hand found mine between the seats. No one said anything. Not at first. Then Yuna whispered from the back “So… Hostile Wellness?”
“No,” Lia said immediately.
Ryujin whispered, “Temporary title.”
Chaeryeong whispered, “Maybe something gentler?”
I looked out the window as the parking level lights slid past one by one. For the first time in days, we were not walking into a meeting. Not a confrontation. Not a secret. We were leaving. And maybe, if the universe was feeling generous, we would come back a little less broken than when we left.
Then Ryujin leaned forward and whispered “Ben.”
I closed my eyes “What?”
“Can we see the tattoo at the first checkpoint?”
Yeji’s hand tightened around mine. The van erupted. And just like that, vacation began.
synopsis; as you take on the stage during your set at the o2, billie finds herself unraveling more with every song. she knows you’re putting on a show, but she can’t shake the feeling that it’s meant just for her. by the time the lights go out, she’s convinced she’ll finally get what she wants. what she doesn’t expect is for you to turn the tables completely. by the end of the night, the question isn’t who wants who—it’s who will end up in control.
warnings; gip!billie, popstar!fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, size talk, switch billie, switch reader, public teasing, oral r!receiving, fingering, recording, dirty talk
an; thank you so much to my lovey @mscomet for being the best and helping me out with the pictures and synopsis, 💋
The bass from the stage vibrated through the floor, through the soles of Billie's sneakers, up into her bones. She stood in the VIP section of the O2 Arena, surrounded by the people who mattered most—Ava, Jane, Quen, Odessa, her brother Finneas, Claudia, Alex, Rozzi—all of them packed together on the elevated platform, drinks in hand, eyes fixed on the stage. On you.
You were in the middle of your third song, the one that always brought the house down. The one where you changed into that bodysuit.
It was barely anything. A shimmering piece of fabric that hugged every curve, cut so high on your hips that the bottom swell of your ass peeked out, so low-cut that the valley between your breasts was practically on display. The material was sheer enough to hint at the dark circles of your nipples beneath. And when you moved—when you dropped into that slow, rolling grind that made the crowd roar—the suit rode up, exposing the crease where your thigh met your hip.
Billie's throat went dry.
She felt it before she could stop it. That familiar stir low in her belly, the thickening between her legs as her blood rushed south. She tried to shift her weight, cross her arms, do something to hide what was happening, but the baggy black sweatpants she'd worn suddenly felt like they were made of tissue paper. Her cock began to fill, pressing against the soft cotton, and she knew—knew—it was only a matter of seconds before it became unmistakable.
On stage, you dropped to your knees, arching your back, running your hands down your own thighs as you bounced in time with the beat. The crowd screamed. Billie bit the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted copper. Her dick swelled further, the head now clearly outlined through the fabric, a thick ridge that pointed upward and to the left. She tried to adjust herself discreetly, but her hand only made it worse, pressing the fabric tighter against the shaft.
"Whoa," Alex said, elbowing Finneas. He didn't bother to lower his voice. "Dude, did you know she was packing that much heat? Look at that thing. That's not just a chub, that's a full-on boner."
Finneas glanced at his sister, then quickly looked away, a mix of embarrassment and brotherly concern on his face. "Bro, keep it in your pants. Or everyone's gonna see. Seriously. There are cameras everywhere." He lowered his voice to a sharp whisper. "Mom would kill me if she saw this on Twitter."
Billie let out a strangled laugh, trying to play it cool. "Shut up, it's fine. I'm fine. It's just... the adrenaline. The lights. Whatever."
But it wasn't fine. Her dick was now at full mast, a clear, thick tent stretching the front of her sweats. The tip was so hard it looked like it might poke through. She could feel the weight of it pushing against her waistband, the way her balls tightened up against her body. She tugged at the elastic, tried to angle it downward, but it sprang back up immediately. The lights from the stage swept over the VIP area, and she could feel eyes flickering to her crotch, then away.
Ava leaned closer, her voice soft and teasing. "I mean, I get it. I'd be like that too if my girl was up there doing that." She giggled, bumping her shoulder against Billie's. "Don't worry, we're all friends here. But seriously, your girlfriend knows exactly what she's doing. She's looking right at you."
She was right. On stage, you had turned around, bent over, and were shaking your ass directly at the VIP section. The sheer fabric of the bodysuit pulled so tight. You glanced over your shoulder, caught Billie's eye, and winked.
Billie groaned. A real, audible groan.
"I'm not worried," Billie muttered, but her voice cracked. Her hands were clammy. She couldn't take her eyes off you as you stood up, spun around, and began to grind your hips in a slow, deep circle that made your ass bounce with each rotation. The crowd roared. Billie's cock twitched, and she saw a small, dark spot appear at the tip of her sweats—precum soaking through.
Finneas noticed too. He leaned in, his voice a harsh whisper. "Billie, for real. You're leaking. Go to the bathroom or something. I'm not kidding."
"I can't just leave," she hissed back. "She'll think something's wrong."
"Something is wrong," Alex said, grinning. "You've got a fucking fire hydrant in your pants and she's on stage spreading her legs like she's offering you dessert."
"Alex, shut up," Rozzi said, slapping his arm. But she was laughing too.
The song ended. The lights dimmed. Billie exhaled a shaky breath, her entire body trembling with the effort of not touching herself. She watched you take your bow, then blow a kiss directly at her. The crowd went wild.
Backstage was chaos. Crew members rushed past, the hum of the crowd still vibrating through the walls. The hallway was narrow, packed with equipment cases and people. Billie stood near the door to your dressing room, hands shoved in her pockets, trying to will her erection down. It didn't work. If anything, the anticipation made it harder.
And then you appeared, still in that bodysuit, glistening with sweat, your face lit up with post-show adrenaline. Your hair was damp, your skin flushed. The thin fabric of the bodysuit clung to every curve, the triangle of your pussy clearly visible beneath it.
"Billie!" You ran to her, throwing your arms around her neck. She hugged you back, but her body was stiff, her breathing uneven. When you pulled away, you saw it—the strain in her jaw, the way her hips were tilted back as if trying to hide something. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown.
You glanced down. The tent in her sweats was impossible to miss. A dark wet spot had formed at the tip, right where the head pressed against the fabric, subtle for the rest, but you recognized it the second you saw it. You could see the outline of the corona, the slight curve of the shaft.
"Oh," you breathed, a smile spreading across your face. "Someone had a good show."
Billie groaned, a low sound of pure misery. "Baby, I'm literally dying over here. I mean it. I think I'm going to pass out. My balls hurt."
You giggled and grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers with hers. "Hold on, let me just say hi to everyone. Then we can go."
You moved through your friends, hugging Ava, high-fiving Alex, thanking Finneas for coming. Claudia asked about the encore, Rozzi complimented your vocals, Odessa and Quen pulled you aside to talk about the lighting. Billie stood behind you, her hand still in yours, her entire body thrumming with tension. Every time you moved, the scent of your sweat wafted toward her. She could see the sheen on your skin, the way the bodysuit rode up your ass crack every time you bent to pick something up.
Finally, you were done. "Okay, let's go back to the hotel now."
The car ride was torture for Billie. She sat with her legs pressed together, her hands clasped in her lap, trying to think about anything other than the way your thighs had looked under those lights. The chauffeur was a professional—he kept his eyes on the road, his face impassive. But Billie couldn't relax. Her cock was still painfully hard, the head now fully wet, the precum soaking through her boxers.
You were scrolling through your phone, the glow illuminating your face. Then you stopped.
"Babe," you said slowly, a smirk curling your lips. "Look at this."
You turned the phone toward her. It was a fan video from the show, but the camera wasn't on you. It was zoomed in on the VIP section. On Billie. The caption read: "bro billie's about to put that to good use, wish we could see it."
In the video, Billie was visibly adjusting herself, the outline of her erection painfully clear against the black fabric of her sweats. Her hand moved, but it only made it worse. A few people around her were sneaking glances, laughing.
Billie's face went red. "Fucking hell. I'm going to kill them."
"Don't worry," you whispered, leaning close, your lips brushing her ear. "You're gonna put it to good use tonight. I promise."
The chauffeur didn't react. But Billie felt your hand slide onto her thigh, squeezing, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Your fingers moved higher, brushing against the bulge in her sweats. The fabric was damp. She felt your fingertips trace the outline of her cock, from the base to the tip.
"So hard," you murmured. "How long have you been like this?"
"Since the third song," she admitted, her voice strained. "Maybe earlier. I don't remember. I can't think."
"Good." Your hand squeezed harder. "I want you to stay hard until we get to the room. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," she breathed.
You smiled in the darkness of the car, your hand remaining on her thigh, fingers tracing slow patterns. Billie squirmed in her seat, her cock twitching under your touch. The car hit a bump, and she jolted, the friction making her gasp.
"Easy," you said.
She shook her head frantically. "I can’t."
The hotel suite was all glass and marble, with a king-sized bed dominating the center of the room. The moment the door clicked shut, you pushed Billie against it, your body pressed against hers. She was taller than you, not a lot, but you had her pinned, your hand sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her sweats.
"Not yet," you said, pulling away. You held up a finger, a wicked glint in your eyes. "I'm in charge. Got it?"
Billie's breath hitched. "Yeah. Okay."
"You're gonna do exactly what I tell you. And you're not gonna cum until I say so."
"Fuck," Billie whispered, her hips bucking toward you involuntarily.
You made her undress slowly. First the hoodie, then the t-shirt, revealing the lean muscle of her torso, the curve of her hips. She was toned, her stomach tight, her shoulders broad.
When she pulled down her sweats and boxers together, her cock sprang free—thick, hard, the tip already glistening with precum. It stood at attention, curved slightly upward, the veins visible along the shaft. Her balls were tight against her body, heavy and full.
You circled her, running a single finger down the length of her shaft. She shuddered, her eyes closed. The touch was feather-light, tracing the ridge of the head down to the base. You did it again, and again, until she was trembling.
"Look at me," you commanded and she opened her eyes.
"Get on the bed. On your back. Hands above your head."
She obeyed immediately, crawling onto the massive bed, lying down with her arms stretched out. Her cock lay against her stomach, thick and wet, a drop of precum gathering at the tip. You climbed on top of her, straddling her thighs, still wearing your bodysuit. The fabric was damp from sweat, clinging to you like a second skin. You leaned forward, letting your breasts brush against her chest, and whispered, "I want you to watch me take this off. Slowly."
And you did. You peeled the straps down, one by one, revealing your breasts, your nipples hard and dark. The fabric caught on your skin, peeling away with a soft sound. Billie's hands twitched at her sides, desperate to touch. You took her hands and brought them to your chest, letting her cup your breasts for a moment before pulling away.
"No touching," you said firmly. "Not yet."
You shimmied the bodysuit down your hips, over your ass, your thighs. The fabric gathered at your knees, then fell away. Finally, you were naked, your pussy slick and glistening, inches from her cock. The scent of your arousal filled the air.
"You're so wet," Billie breathed. Her voice was hoarse.
"All for you. But you don't get to fuck me yet." You reached down, wrapping your hand around her shaft, stroking her slowly. Her hips bucked into your grip. The skin was hot, smooth, the precum making your hand glide easily. "First, I want you to eat me out."
Billie's eyes widened, but she didn't argue. You shifted forward, positioning yourself over her face. Your knees on either side of her head, you lowered yourself, feeling her warm breath on your thighs. Her hands came up to grip your ass, pulling you closer.
And then her tongue was on you.Warm, flat, dragging through your folds in a long, slow stroke. You moaned, grinding against her mouth. She lapped at your clit, circled around it, then sucked it between her lips. The sensation shot through you like electricity.
"Fuck, Billie. Just like that."
She obeyed, her tongue diving deeper, fucking you as you rode her face. You grabbed her hair, pulling, guiding her rhythm. The pleasure built fast, coiling tight in your belly. Your thighs trembled, your breath coming in short gasps.
"I'm gonna cum," you gasped. "Don't stop."
She didn't. She doubled down, her lips sealed around your clit, her tongue flicking fast. One hand came up, two fingers sliding into your pussy without warning, curling up toward your g-spot. You cried out, your whole body tensing as the orgasm hit you. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, your pussy clenching around her fingers, your juices soaking her chin. She kept licking you through it, gentler now, until you slumped forward, panting.
You slid off her face, collapsing onto the bed beside her. Her chin was slick with you, her eyes hazy with lust. Her cock was still standing, wet at the tip, a bead of precum rolling down the shaft.
"Good girl," you said, your voice hoarse. You crawled over to her, taking her cock in your hand again. "Now. I want to ride you."
She started to sit up, but you pushed her back down. "No. Stay like that."
She obeyed, her eyes locked on you. You straddled her again, not over her face this time, but over her cock. You lined it up with your entrance, the head pressing against your slick folds. The tip caught on your clit, and you both moaned. You held there, teasing, barely pushing in before pulling away.
"Please," Billie whimpered. Her whole body was shaking.
"Please what?"
"Please let me fuck you."
You smiled, then sank down.
The stretch was perfect. She filled you completely, the length of her sliding deep, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. You both cried out together—a raw, primal sound. Her cock pulsed inside you, and you felt her hands grip the sheets, fighting the urge to grab you.
You started to move. A slow, deliberate grind, your hips rolling in circles. The friction was incredible, the head of her cock nudging against your g-spot with every rotation. Billie's hips bucked up to meet you, but you slapped her thigh.
"Don't. I'm in control."
"Fuck, you're so—" She couldn't finish. Her head fell back, her mouth open, as you rode her. The sound of your wetness, the slap of your ass against her thighs, filled the room. You picked up the pace, bouncing on her cock, taking her deeper.
You reached for your phone on the nightstand, clicked the camera open. Billie's eyes flew open. "What are you—"
"Recording," you said, breathless. "So we never forget." You panned the camera down to where your bodies connected, the wet sounds loud in the speaker. Then you turned it to her face. "You thought she was the one in control? Look at her. Look at how desperate she is."
Billie's face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed. She was panting, her chest heaving.
"Say something," you commanded.
"I—I need—" She swallowed. "Please, let me—"
"Let you what?"
"Let me fuck you. I need to fuck you. Hard."
"Not yet." You kept riding her, your thighs burning, your clit aching. The pleasure was building again, coiling deeper this time. You reached down to rub your clit, your fingers wet with her precum and your own juices. "I'm going to cum on your cock. And then—"
But you were losing rhythm. The pleasure was too much. Your thighs burned, your clit ached for more friction. Billie saw the crack in your resolve.
Without warning, she flipped you.
You landed on your stomach, a gasp escaping your lips. Before you could protest, she was behind you, her body covering yours, her cock pressing against your ass. She grabbed the back of your neck, pushing your face into the pillow.
"Change of plans," she growled, her voice low, different. Possessive. "I'm taking over."
She didn't ask. She grabbed your hips and slammed into you, all the way to the hilt. You screamed—a raw, broken sound—as she started fucking you hard, fast, desperate. The bed frame banged against the hotel wall. Her balls slapped against your clit with every thrust.
"That's right," she panted, her hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back. "You think you can tease me all night? Make me hard in front of everyone? Spray precum in my pants like a teenager?"
"Billie—fuck—I'm gonna—"
"Cum for me. Now."
She reached under you, her fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. The pressure was perfect, her thrusts slamming into your g-spot, her fingers on your clit. You came undone, your orgasm ripping through you, your pussy clenching around her cock. You screamed into the pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your whole body shaking.
She kept fucking you through it, chasing her own. The sound of her hips slapping against your ass was wet, obscene. Her breathing was ragged, her grip on your hips bruising.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Fuck, I'm gonna—"
"Cum inside me. Fill me up."
With a roar, she buried herself deep, her whole body shuddering as she emptied into you. You felt it—hot ropes of cum painting your walls, filling you, the sensation triggering another mini-orgasm. She pulsed inside you, her cock twitching, her breath coming in gasps.
She collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, drenched in sweat. The weight of her was comforting, her body pressing you into the mattress.
But it wasn't over. She stayed inside you, still hard, still thick. She shifted, and you felt her cock twitch again.
"Round two," she whispered.
She pulled out slowly, turned you onto your back, and spread your legs wide. Your pussy was messy, cum leaking out, mixing with your own juices. She knelt between your legs, took her cock in her hand, and smeared the head through your folds, collecting the wetness.
"Look at you," she said, her voice full of wonder. "Look at what I did to you."
She drove into you again, slow and deep. This time it was different—no urgency, no desperation. It was deliberate. She watched your face as she fucked you, watched your eyes roll back, watched your mouth fall open.
"I love watching you fall apart," she said, her thrusts growing faster. "I love that I can do this to you."
You couldn't speak. You could only lie there and take it, your hands clawing at the sheets, your legs wrapped around her waist. She leaned down, kissing you, her tongue sliding into your mouth as her cock slid into you.
"Don't stop," you managed to whisper. "Please don't stop."
She didn't. She fucked you through the next buildup, her pace relentless. Her hand found your clit again, rubbing in time with her thrusts. The second orgasm built slower, deeper, an avalanche threatening to bury you.
"Come on," she murmured against your ear. "One more. One more for me."
"Billie—I can't—"
"You can. Let go. I've got you."
And you did. The orgasm hit you like a freight train, your entire body arching off the bed, a scream tearing from your throat. Your pussy milked her cock, the clenching too much for her. She buried herself deep one last time and came again, her hot cum flooding you, adding to the pool already inside you. She kept thrusting, shallow, riding out the aftershocks.
Finally, she pulled out, collapsing beside you. Your cum-slicked thighs pressed together, the sheets a mess beneath you. Neither of you spoke for a long moment, just breathing, just existing.
After a few minutes, Billie got up. Her legs were shaky. She walked to the bathroom, and you heard the faucet run. She came back with a warm, damp towel. Gently, she spread your legs and cleaned you, wiping away the cum and sweat from your thighs, your pussy, your stomach. The towel was warm against your sensitive skin. She was careful, tender, her touch soft.
Then she cleaned herself, wiping her dick and balls, the towel coming away stained. She tossed it into the hamper and climbed back into bed, pulling you into her arms.
You nestled against her, your head on her chest, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The room was quiet now, the only sound was the hum of the city outside.
"Thank you," she whispered, her lips pressed to your hair. "Thank you for letting me ruin your pretty pussy, mama."
You laughed softly, the sound muffled against her skin. "God, I need to let you be more in charge, Billie. That was amazing."
She kissed the top of your head. "Any time. I mean it."
You lay there, tangled together, the warmth of her body seeping into yours. The hum of the London night filtered through the curtains. Outside, a siren wailed in the distance, but inside the room, everything was perfect.
Then your stomach growled. Loudly. Making you both burst out laughing.
"Room service?" you asked, your voice hopeful.
"Hell fucking yeah."
She reached for the phone on the nightstand, her arm stretching over your head. You watched her dial, her fingers moving lazily over the numbers. She ordered a feast—vegan burgers, fries, an insane amount of water—and when she hung up, she pulled you closer.
"Best night in a long time," she said.
"Best night in a looooooong time," you agreed, and snuggled deeper into her arms, ready for round three—or at least, ready for the food to arrive.
Request: Yes. Stalker Natasha x reader who knows she's being stalked. Reader is into Natasha stalking her and purposefully leaves her bedroom window open for Natasha every night. Reader has a religious mother. Reader is a baker and lives alone. Natasha has fallen for the baker who likes to read and live alone.
TW: Stalking, swearing, obsession(??), breaking and entering. Breeding kink. Religious mother. Camera in readers room. Natasha is GP. Reader is an implied virgin.
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You were dealing with a regular customer when the bakery door bell rang and in stepped a redheaded woman who looked like she rather owned the place.
You gave the customer their receipt as you did your practiced saying of greetings and seeing them again next time. Your eyes happen to travel to the tall redhead, the woman was in all black; black jeans, black combat boots, black tank top and a black leather jacket that looked more expensive than half the books you own.
"Hi there," her voice was smooth as her green eyes held yours. "Hi, welcome to our bakery. What can I get you?" You keep your voice light with kindness. "Coffee. Black. No sugar," the green eyed woman stated as if it should have been a known fact. "Order for?" You stare up at her as you ask her name. "Natasha," her name rolled off her tongue with her Russian accent hinting through.
"Will that be all, ma'am?" You type the order in the machine. "An apple danish too, please." She easily swiped her black card in the card machine. Natasha made her way to a chair in the corner as she waited for her order. Her greens eyes trailed over your figure as you personally tended to her coffee with such... care and focus, it almost made her smile. Almost.
"Order for Natasha!" You call out as you slid the coffee cup and the boxed apple danish on the counter for collection. Natasha made her way to her collection, "Fast service here." Her voice was smooth as she popped a lid on her to-go cup. "Yes, ma'am," you give a polite smile that was used for every day customers, "efficency is in our name." Natasha hummed as she sipped the piping hot coffee, "I bet it is." She tilted her cup towards you, "good coffee too. But an even better coffee brewer." Her green eyes watched yours as she was silent for a moment, "I just hope the baked goods are just as good."
"Thank you for coming, we hope to see you again soon," you reply with the rehearsed lines and a smile. "I'm sure you will, sweetheart." Natasha walked away with a smug smirk she couldn't keep off her face as she sipped her coffee once again, her fingers twitch against the box the apple danish laid rested in. The Russian felt a feeling stir within her, deep and mysterious but she ignored it for now.
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From that day, Natasha has been frustrated with thoughts of you and your smile and those innocent eyes that stare up at her, constantly. That same day was when Natasha looked you up, you had no family besides your mother, you live alone, and you love to read. She figured since she's followed you to book stores thrice in a week.
That's when she also found out that you've never been with anyone before, especially given your mother's rules of dating. How you have to be 'kept pure' for your future... 'husband.' Little did she know you were a homosexual, you would never tell her in fear of what she might do if she found out.
You basically kept to yourself, yet was familiar with the regular customers at your bakery. Mrs Mapple, an old English teacher, whenever you two talk all the old woman ever talked about were her cats, and sat in the booth and drank her tea.
Then there's Mr Edward, an old accountant who had retired two years ago to focus on his health. Natasha made a list of their names- for safety purposes, of course, she wants you to be safe. She can't have what's hers be getting hurt.
Natasha had come back from a long mission that forced tension to build in her body. She knew she shouldn't have but she did. She stopped in front of the bakery, her cold green eyes watched as you locked up for the night.
You walked home with your cold hands in your pockets as you searched for warmth, Natasha slowly followed you, she stuck to the shadows as she trailed you down. As you walked to your place, you looked around, your eyes scanning dark corners as the hairs at the back of your neck stood up.
You rubbed your face as you carried on walking home, ignoring the gut feeling of something bad happening.
Natasha watched from behind a thick oak tree, the Russian groaned as her eyes watched your hips move as you climbed the steps to your front door before entering your home. The redhead sighed, her forehead against the rough bark as she fingers grasped the trees body, her jeans suddenly feel tighter. She knew she shouldn't have, but she did.
The Widow climbed the side of your house and grinned in succession as she landed in front of your bedroom window, she was careful. Silent. As she watched you get undressed, your skin revealing itself for her eyes only. Excitement grew inside her body as she waited for you to fully strip bare for her. The older woman gulped as her jeans somehow felt tighter, she reached down to readjust herself with a relieved sigh.
The Russian heard the shower go on, green light. The Widow used her pocket knife to wedge open the window, sliding the frame up as she silently climbed inside the warm room.
It smells like you.
Her green eyes scanned the room, she glanced at the bathroom door before crouching down to the floor, she used the tip of her blade to pick up your discarded underwear.
Lace.
Her jaw clenched as she forced herself to not do anything too... revealing. She had to remain silent and hidden. She dropped the material as she stood up. Her hands automatically searched the bedside tables for anything she missed, only coming across a Jane Austin book with a book mark poking out.
The shower turned off.
Shit.
Had it really been that long?
Natasha quickly, stealthily climbed out the window, closing it fully. She didn't leave just yet as she watched your body emerge from the bathroom. Skin glistening and steaming from the hot shower. You dried your body off with your towel before throwing on your pajamas, Natasha felt her lips twitch in a smirk, you don't wear underwear to bed. Easy access.
You finally closed your eyes for the night, sighing as you got comfortable under your duvet, the sheets pulled up to your shoulders. Natasha waited, her eyes tracked your breathing, making sure you were in a deep sleep before opening the window again.
The Widow entered the warm room again, closing the window behind her, she stood still.
Fingers flexing as her jaw ticked. She shouldn't.
She really fucking shouldn't.
But she did.
Natasha got her boots off and neatly laid her jacket over the arm of the chair that sat in the corner of the room. The Russian's heart thumped as she took a step closer to the bed. Then another. Then her knee was on the mattress and next thing she knew she was on her side.
Natasha released a breath, her hand hovered over your hips as she moved her body closer to yours, heat radiated off her body onto hers. Then finally her arm wrapped around your mid section, Her face buried in your neck as she released a low groan of satisfaction.
The woman left in the early morning, leaving nothing but a lightly heated patch where she laid in bed. Your hand goes to your waist, your finger tips ghost over your hips. You could have sworn... you shake your head and throw the warm feeling if being held as a lucid dream.
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The Russian's routine became ordering a black coffee with an apple danish, that she felt was too sweet, every morning. Natasha gave a nod, "You know me so well." Her green eyes watched as you worked the counter and boxed her dessert. 'Almost as well as I know you,' she thought.
You served the customers as per usual. "Natasha," you greet with a smile, "the usual?"
"You sleep well last night, sweetheart?" The Russian let her mouth move before her brain could stop her. She noticed how you seemed to run more smoothly, more energy. More of your beautiful smile just for her to see.
"What?" You hands froze on the boxes lid. "I mean, you just look so well rest today," Natasha shrugged nonchalantly, "I know you've had a busy week. It is a well known bakery you're running here, yes?"
You nod in response, "Oh," you close the dessert box, "yeah, uhm. I slept soundly."
'Oh, I know,' Natasha grinned as she thought to herself. "What about you?" You only ask back in politeness. "Best sleep I have had in years," Natasha tipped her coffee at Elena as she took a sip, "always the best." The redhead walked out the bakery with new found confidence.
You only slept so peacefully because of her. You were safe and sound in her arms and her arms only.
A pattern formed over the weeks. Natasha sneaking in through your window and got comfortable to cuddle you from behind, even going as far as getting under the blankets with you. Yet you still remained unknowing... well, in her eyes at least.
But you did, you did notice. You saw how her green eyes lingered on your face, your body. On you. How her fingers brushed yours when grabbing her order.
One night, you left your window open. Just an inch. But Natasha noticed, she always did.
The Russian happily climbed inside your room that always seemed perfectly warm with your scent. She watched your for a long second, then got undressed with a knowing smile, she bit her bottom lip to suppress a smug remark. The Widow settled in behind you again, under the sheets as her bicep twitched pulling you closer to her body.
Then you shifted back onto her.
She knew it. She fucking knew it.
She could tell by your breathing. The window you left open. Just for her.
Your bottom pressed against her front comfortably as her arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, her face tucked in your neck as she breathed in your scent. The Widow felt your body relax in her hold. Natasha's face was in your neck as she breathed in your scent. The Widow felt your body relax in her her hold as you succumbed to your sleep, she followed shortly with a hum of content.
Natasha left in the early morning, but she did not leave without a trace. A small note on your pillow laid beside your head.
'Thanks for the cuddles, sweetheart. :)' it read with a small drawn smiley face next to it.
That day you added a note to her dessert box.
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'For my favourite customer :)' you could only tease back, drawing a smiley face of your own for her.
The battle of teasing notes began, Natasha would hint to the night before of you guys cuddling in her notes. Till one day, a note of hers read, 'I love it when you press yourself against me in bed. You could hear her whisper those words in your ear with a rasp.
A small box sat beneath the note, and in it held a small silver chain with a single 'N' on it. You wore it the next day, the silver glinted under the bakery's lights and Natasha's green eyes immediately caught on to it. Her lips lift into a smug grin as she got herself a croissant for the morning.
The next day, you decided your stalker also needed a... gift.
So, what else would be a better gift than your underwear. You laid your underwear on your bed, along with a note that read, 'Just for you.
You looked at the finished gift and made your way to your bathroom to shower. The hot water hitting your skin perfectly as it soothed your tense muscles.
Natasha on the other hand, just came through the window, her eyes immediately found the little surprise waiting for her. Her trained ears pick up the sound of running water. Her feet make light work as she made her way to your bed like normal, she reads the note with a smirk as her tongue licked at her bottom lip. Her hands pick up the lace material, her thumbs rubbing over the lace hem then without a doubt, puts it in her pocket.
It is a gift after all, right? It's only right she keeps it.
Natasha looked towards the bathroom door, her body moving on its own as she followed the sound of water. Natasha's ear pressed against the doorlas she heard the water running, her imagination ran wild as she thought of you.
Naked. Warm. Her hands running up and down your sides as she kissed you all over your warm body while steam surrounded your bodies. Natasha's rough palm rested against the door, her fingers ticking towards the handle, her jaw ticked. She couldn't.
Just then, her phone lit up with a notification from Steve. Perfect timing. Steve is waiting for Natasha at the hangar to leave for their mission. Natasha's jaw clenched, her ears filled with sound of running water as her mind ran through thoughts of you then to the mission she needed to be on.
With a heavy sigh, Natasha pockets her phone as she slowly moved away from the door, she didn't leave without leaving a note of course, 'I'll be back soon, sweetheart. Thanks for my prize.'
Natasha left in a hurry, she didn't need Steve tracking her phone to find out where she's been. She does not need to hear about morals, not when you so perfectly fit in her arms at night.
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After two days passed of Natasha on her gruelling mission and long nights without her love to hold, she finally came back.
The Widow entered the bakery to someone flirting with her woman. Her lover. Her future wife.
"You know, I bet you taste sweeter than those cakes," the customer flirts but you can only laugh along as you hid your internal feeling of uncomfort, your eyes finding Natasha's as she watched you two interact. Natasha let out a silent huff as she left the bakery, knowing the action of kissing you or taking you out the back would make headlines with her Avengers status.
Natasha is a woman of patience though. So she waited till late at night, in her car watching the camera feed of you. Footage from the camera she set up in your room from long ago.
The screen showed how your eyes glanced directly at the camera before you began to strip yourself naked, deliberately slow and teasing.
You made her wait.
In Natasha's other hand, her fingers fiddled with your house key, a gift from you. Natasha had the key to your house she could easily let herself in, let her presence be known. But that would be too easy.
Natasha loved every second of it. Her eyes hungry for more as she watched your skin get revealed to the lens, her eyes watch as your nipples harden in the cold air. Her pants felt tight. Too tight.
Instead, she took the... 'normal' way. The path she took every night and climbed into your bedroom instead. The Russian entered your room again, her eyes tracking your form as you sat bare in only a single top made of thin material. You've been waiting for her. She knew it.
"Hi." Natasha easily smiled as she made eye contact with you. "Hi," you could not help but respond, your voice a whisper yet loud enough to fill the room.
The redhead shrugged off her leather jacket and hung it over a chair in the room, then she took off her combat boots, "You waited up for me, sweetheart?" Your eyes trace her well built form, lingering a bit on the subtle bulge in her pants, "Always."
Natasha's fingers made work of her belt buckle as she pushed the black denim off her legs, the Widow in her black top and boxers stood before you, her skin soft under the moon light.
Natasha hummed as she crawled on the bed, her heavy frame hovering over yours, her green eyes bore into yours, "How long?" You swallowed nervously, your heart banging against your ribcage, "What?"
"How long have you known that it was me?" Natasha's fingers lightly trained up your bare thigh, causing goosebumps to arise along your skin.
You gulp nervously, your chest heavy as you breathed faster, your eyes never leaving her greens as she waited for an answer. "Only after you asked how I slept," your palms rest beside you as you shift back bit, intimidated by her stern eyes, "my suspicions were confirmed when you gave me the necklace."
The Russian's eyes immediately went to the sliver that still laid on your chest, her fingers traced her own initial before picking the silver up. "Do you like it?" Her voice is soft as her thumb traced over the 'N'.
"I love it. Thank you," your hand moved to cover hers in a reassuring squeeze, "I wear it every day." The Russian smiled, leaning in so close her lips graze yours, "I know."
Natasha looked at you before leaning in properly, her lips ghost against yours before fully kissing you, deeply. She waited ages for this. To kiss you. To feel your soft lips on her own.
"Your lips are so soft, I knew it," Her voice is a deep rasp as she spoke, her forehead against yours. "You... thought about this?" You couldn't help but ask. "Every night, every day," Natasha leaned in again, her nose touching yours, her lips threatening to kiss you again, "every waking hour I spent... wanting you. To feel you. I want you, always." Her throat bobbed as she confessed, her Russian accent coating her words in a revealed heated obsession.
"You have me," You whisper back, her hand moves to her hand on your thigh, watching her reaction as you move her hand higher, into the inner of your warm thighs. "I know," her voice is teasing as she squeezed at your inner thigh, you gasp, clutching on her forearm, "I always have."
Her lips found the skin of your neck, her mouth moved feverishly as she nipped at your skin, then she moved down to kiss across your collarbone following it to the middle of your neck and down the valley of your breasts.
She pulls her hand from your thigh, her hands work to remove the barrier between her lips and your skin. Immediately your nipples begin to harden under the cold breeze before Natasha is back to kissing you.
The assassin pulled away, looking at you for a moment before kissing your lips again only to pull back and get rid of her own clothing. The older woman now fully bare before your eyes, your eyes couldn't help themselves but look at her, her old scars from missions she's been on, her muscle from working out, your eyes trail down her abs to her neatly trimmed and well taken care of patch of red hair that surrounds her erect cock with a red tip, dripping precum as she waited. The woman noticed, of course, she's a trained assassin, she noticed everything.
Her lips move against yours in passion, "I'll be gentle. I promise." Her voice is deep, husky as she positioned herself between your legs. "You don't have to be," You breathe heavily as your heart tries to catch up with your breathing.
Natasha eyed you cautiously, she wouldn't take advantage of being your first and your only time.
The Russian's lips trailed down the column of your neck to the soft skin on your stomach and thighs, her teeth grazing the warm flesh as she left her marks on you. Natasha settled in the middle of your thighs, her face deadly close to your aching warmth. You sat on your elbows, watching Natasha, her green eyes watch your chest rise with a hint of unease.
"Relax, detka," Natasha's arm moved up your body to pin your chest down and pin your body to the bed, "trust me." Her red lips were felt on your inner thigh, her voice vibrated through your skin causing your body to buzz with excitement.
"I trust you," you nod as you watch her kiss your thighs, your hip bone before settling comfortably in front of you again. "Good." Her lips press a gentle kiss to your sensitive bundle of nerves, your breath hitched, "just feel for me, baby." Her warm pink muscle from her mouth soothed up your labia gently.
"Natasha," you immediately gasp, going to sit up before being held back down again by her hand on your chest. "Relax, baby," Natasha's hand moved to squeeze at your chest, feeling the soft flesh in her grasp as her thumb and index finger rolled your areola as her mouth worked wonders on your body.
Your hands moved to hold hers on your chest, squeezing her wrist and hand as you felt her suck your clit gently with a swipe of her tongue.
Your hips twitch up towards Natasha's mouth, the Russian smirked as her other arm moved to pin your hips gently.
Natasha is hearing music right now, your beautiful moans of her name as she works on you, her tongue sliding through your labia easily as she sucked and nibbled at your clit. Natasha removed her arm from your hips, instead putting it up to your mouth, her middle finger tapped your bottom lip, "Open." And obediently you did, your warm mouth and soft lips invite her digit in. "Suck, get it nice and wet for me, moya lyubov." Natasha kissed your thigh as she watched, and felt, your warmth tongue against your finger as you sucked.
Natasha pulled her hand away, "Good girl." Her hand teased it's way down your body as she made sure to look at you. Her now wet middle finger, teasing your entrance.
"Natasha-" you gasp out a moan, your hands tighten around her hand on your chest. With a low hum, the Russian pushed her digit in, slowly, watching for any minor reaction and emotion change. Your hand moves from Natasha's wrist to her hair, the other still holding onto her hand, Natasha groaned as she pressed another kiss to your sensitive clit, her finger fully pushed inside of you. Natasha's warm muscle exited from between her lips as she looked at you, dead in the eyes, as she began to eat you out again as her finger started moving inside of you again.
Your muscles tense as your thighs instinctively close around Natasha's head as your body heats up, a warm pool in your lower abdomen, "Nat-Natasha!" Your body shook as you moaned loudly, exploding on her tongue and finger.
"Mhm...," The redhead hummed as she placed a kiss on your stomach, soothing your body, "you are sweeter than your desserts. So much more."
Natasha brought her hands to hold your thighs open yet secure around her head as she finished up her meal.
You feel your face heat up despite the room once being cool, now warm with the smell of sex in the air. Natasha kissed her way up your body, then to your lips, a deep and heavy kiss to your reddened lips as she groaned deeply when her tip made contact with your clit.
Natasha pulled away with a few pecks to your lips, her hand moving down to take hold of herself, her fist moving in up and down motions on her member.
Natasha licked her lips as she stared down at your wetness, then her hips twitched forward as she guided her tip to your entrance. "Breathe for me, baby." Her voice is husky with her Russian accent seeping through.
You inhaled sharply as you felt the Russian push in, stretching you out. Natasha made sure her hips moved slowly against yours, giving soft thrusts, each time pushing a little deeper in until her hips rest against yours. You felt stretched out. Full. So completely full of her, your Natasha.
Natasha's hands moved to your hips as she ground herself, her thumbs soothing over the skin of your hip bones before releasing a moan of your name. Natasha felt you tighten around her as her hips moved, she knew you were close.
She could feel it, how you beautifully clung to her. As if you never want to let her go.
The assassin's lips started attacking your neck as her hips moved in a rhythmic pace, her cock hitting deep spots inside of you that made you see the stars and beyond.
The Russian smirked as she felt your hips twitched against hers as your legs tightened around her waist. Natasha pulled out only to watch her come swell from between your labia, the milky white substance was thick as it dripped down your sex. Natasha immediately got obssessed, the idea of filling you up with her come and breeding you properly over took her mind. The Russian immediately guided her cock back inside of you without a doubt filling you up again.
Your back arched off the bed as you moan out her name loudly, your fingers clawing at her biceps. Natasha held your hips down this time, "Call me by my name, detka." Natasha lets out a heavy breath as her hips moved in a steady thrusting pace, a wet sound arising due to wet skin slapping against one another every time Natasha pounds into you. "Natasha!" You moaned aloud when her tip rubbed against your spongy G-stop deliciously. "C'mon, baby," Natasha grinned, red strands stuck to her sweaty forehead as she huffed, her hips giving a particularly harsh thrust as she got herself buried inside of you as deep as possible, "you know you can scream louder than that." You felt her hand steady herself beside your head as the other held your thigh open for leverage.
Words could barely escape your mouth as the pleasure clouded your brain. Natasha coaxed you, her hand leaving your thigh only for her rough thumb to attack your clit with firm circles.
"N-Natasha!-" the word escape from your lips before you could stop it. "That's it, baby. Keep screaming for me," Natasha's hips drove forward deep into yours, "Holy fuck." The Russian panted. Her green eyes trailed over your face, "You'll look so beautiful pregnant."
"Natasha, please," your moans are choked out as you felt the tip of her cock repeatedly rubbed over the spongy g-spot. "So round and full with my babies, you'll be utterly and completely mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to love."
You couldn't help but agree with the muscular Russian towering over you as she relentlessly plowed your hips into the mattress, "P-please-" you could only break out as your fingers clutched at her strong shoulders, her skin warm with a thin layer of sweating covering.
"Please what, dorogaya?" Her voice is low in a mock as she kissed at the middle of your neck. "Breed me, Natty, please," you chocked out a sob as the pleasure turned blinding, your core muscles tighten again, the warmth felt stronger like fire as it waited to explode in your abdomen. Your shaking thighs managed to wrap themselves around Natasha's hips which only seemed to spur the Russian on.
"Oh, fuck-" the redheads head dropped in your neck as she moaned, her hips seemed to moved faster, "say that again, baby. Tell me what you need." Her warm breath fanned across your skin as her teeth nipped at the skin at the base of your neck. "Breed me, Natasha, please," your legs tightened around the redheads waist, as if trying to drive her deeper inside of you. You can't get enough.
Natasha sat up to lean on one hand beside your head again as the other still worked circles on your overwhelmed clitoris. Your hands move to cup the back of Natasha's neck as if it were some sort of support. Her green eyes looked down to where you two connected, how your cum seemed to mix together and form the perfect lubrication as she moved inside of you.
"Natty, I'm gonna-" your voice seemed to stop working as moans only left your throat and chest heavy as your body began to tighten around Natasha. "I know, baby, I know," she moved to lean on her elbow, her thumb still moving in continuous circle around your clit, "Come for me, baby. Come for me."
The Russian was not far behind, a few thrusts later she let out a moan, "Fuck. Baby," Natasha planted her hips firmly against yours as she came deep inside of you, breeding you and officially marking you as hers. Her lips met your kiss bruised lips in a passionate frenzy as she groaned, feeling you milk the last of her come from her before her hips slowly came to a still.
You exploded, back arching, thighs tensing as your legs tightened around Natasha's waist.
A moment of comfortable, tired silence went by of the Russian's hot, sweaty body on top of yours as her breath tickled your neck as she sighed out in bliss, her hand moved back to your thigh, giving it a good squeeze just to see you shake.
"I'm going to get you a ring," her voice is mumbled as her lips moved against your skin, "that way, I can make sure my wife stays properly bred."
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Anyway... l still don't know how to end it off, so... 🤷♀️
ex-LOONA Yves x Male Reader ft. Chuu
Tags: au, smut, crack, cunnilingus, blowjob, armpits, rimming, brainrot
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A/N: This is my first ever smut, so it's dogshit. I do realize it's not even hot anymore, this is just a stupid, jumbled mess of my horniness and random references.
Also, english pretty hard. Lots of repeated words, but I tried.
Yves nailed you, so you nail her.
“Can you like… stay fucking still??” She hissed as she firmly squeezed your wrist, holding it right above her palm.
She was hunched over your hand. Her face was obstructed by locks of her bob, so close to your fingers you could feel the soft warmth of her breath coursing through them. Her gaze was fixed on your nails while she drew perfect, deliberate strokes on them.
She was doing nail art, on your nails. Not that it hurt your masculinity or anything—in fact, you had always liked how she did her nails. It was just that it was the first time she’d asked you to be her “guinea pig” for her designs. Well, “asked” was putting it too nicely. She had practically kidnapped you out of your 67th play through of Baldur’s Gate III. Though, for someone who ran a nail art shop—a side hustle, as she’d always corrected you—it was ridiculous that somehow she had run out of practice tips.
“You know you have your own nails, right?” you said, earning yourself another squeeze, her sharp nails now digging into your wrist. Heh, fortunate you were masochistic enough for the pain. Hell, the wincing from your bitten lower lip could’ve been mistaken for a moan had she not been so focused on drawing the final stroke.
“I hope you stub your toes, actually” she said, rolling her eyes as she applied the final coatings. “I told you I ran out of rounded tips. I’ve done my nails already, and you just happened to have… neatly clipped nails, ‘kay?”
“You could always ask Jiwoo to come over,” you shrugged.
“And let you ogle at my girlfriend again? No thank you, perv.” She scoffed, doing a final check, admiring her brand new design.
She carefully brought both of your hands into the UV machine. “And as much as I wanna nail my girlfriend,” she looked up expectantly before turning on the machine, checking to see if you’d misinterpreted her words. And of course, you were putting on the most annoying grin ever. “Her nails are usually long. Not only that, she’s also currently away.” The UV light cast upon your fingers as she pressed the power button. “And this is a practice anyway. Soo… I don’t wanna mess up her nails, if I were to mess up.”
“So if you mess me up, that is okay?”
She crossed her arms on the desk, grinning so smugly it was so obvious to her “Why else would I drag you here, bozo?”
“To… ogle at your girlfriend’s girlfriend?” you said, so lightly you started to wonder how come she hadn’t kicked you out yet for being so down bad for her for the longest time.
“Ha, ha. Don’t even need to drag you along with me when you’re fucking ogling me all the time.” She rolled her eyes distastefully, yet somehow endearingly. “You’re lucky you somehow happened to be my bestest friend—”
“With benefits?”
“—of high quality nail art, that is.” she said, putting on a mocking smile, flexing her nails centimeters away from your face.
“Unfortunately…” Your gaze shifted from her decorated nails to her obstructed face across her fingers. “They are really, really cool though. You know I love them all.”
“See? You can be somewhat nice.” She threw her hands up as she leaned back on her chair, quite taken aback by your genuine compliment. “Is it really so hard to appreciate your home girl’s work, instead of her body all the time?”
“Can’t help it,” you shrugged innocently, as if it was normal to begin with. You were lucky indeed she was also weird like that. “So… how long does this usually take?” You looked back at your illuminated fingers under the violet light.
“Couple minutes tops.” she says dismissively, opening her phone to check on her girlfriend.
“You’re taking my sweet sweet time from finishing the game, y’know?”
“Sweet time my ass, you’re still in Act 1, save scumming tryna steal Voss’ Sword for HOURS! IT’S YOUR 67th PLAYTHROU-” She cut her own words off to catch a minuscule movement of your hands. She dropped her phone and immediately halted your hands before you could even attempt to pull them out.
Oh, how she knew you very, very dearly.
“Nooo you are NOT doing the 67 HAND THINGY, KEEP YOUR HANDS IN!! HOW OLD ARE YOU??”
“Old enough… according to Miss JiU next door.” you grinned ever so smugly with such confidence, name-dropping the MILF next door the two of you had been thirsting over ever since moving in.
“She is such a MILF isn’t she… yeah….” Her mind instantly got distracted, wandering off to the resident MILF. Then, it dawned on her. She shook off the thoughts to fully process what you’d just said. “W-wait… YOU’RE FLIRTING WITH HER?”
“Jealous much?”
“Nah, with that behavior of yours? Highly unbelievable actually.” She leaned forward mockingly, her arms crossed on the desk.
“AckSHualLy ☝️🤓… I’m only like this when I’m with you, bestie <3” you winked.
“Okay, gross.” She cringed. “Sweet, but gross.”
“I have always been sweet, what is you talm bout.”
“You have been, weirdly, INAPPROPRIATELY sweet—even for your standards, which are in hell. If I were dense, I wouldn’t have noticed the pattern that you want something.” She said, her eyes suspiciously narrowing.
“I suppose I am deserving of a small form of gratitude for being your… object of interest today, my Lady.”
“Disinterest, actu-” she shot her eyes out before you could even air out another AckSHualLy. She sighed. “But fine, whaddya want, my… Unbecoming Lord?”
“Let’s just say I happened to have uhh… other rounded tip you can practice on too. Would that be of your interest as well, madame?”
“You’re saying you want me to prick your dick with the brush, 2 kids 1 sandbox style??” That was a deep cut, literally.
“YOU’RE OOLLLD”
“SO ARE YOU!!! So keep your dick to yourself… eugh.” Her eyes drifted back to her phone as it was vibrating.
Jiwoo sent a video.
She stood up, moving from her chair to her bed just behind it, sitting on the edge.
The play button still unpressed—she didn’t even need to. She could tell it was a spicy one just by looking at the blurred thumbnail, filled with colors akin to Jiwoo’s skin tone.
This has gotta be the worst timing ever, she thought. But truly, she blamed herself. She couldn’t possibly be mad at her girlfriend for sending a spicy video, nor could she blame the timing, for she had been so fucking horny for the past week since Jiwoo left for a work trip.
She glanced at you. Then back to her phone.
You again, then back.
Her eyes resorted to her fingers, though with such pity. Her own fingers hadn’t been doing it for her the past few days, not to mention she currently had sharp nails on.
Then she looked up at you once again, lost in thought, probably thinking of another multi-class combo.
I’m going fucking crazy, she cursed herself. I can’t possibly be even considering this mf…
“... Unless…” her heart skipped a beat. Her body acted faster than her mind. She was desperately horny.
“Am listening…” You locked the fuk in.
“Unless you’re the very last person on earth. Then, I’d consider it.”
“CONSIDER??? Girl you’d be fucking no one but me.”
“No, I meant it when I say you’re the very last person on earth. I’d kill myself before we even—”
Fuck, she cursed. That was somewhat a nice save, but her last sentence? She’d be lying to herself knowing she was actually considering you. But time was crueler still, never sparing her, as the alarm on her phone rang, forcing her to nod at you, beckoning you to come.
“Sooyoung-ah…” You towered her, showing off the finished result to her face. “These are fucking rad.”
“I know.” She held your hands, pulling them slightly to observe the details, while you, instinctively, knelt before her lap, resting your arms on her thighs.
She grabbed her phone to take pictures of your nails, another masterpiece added to her catalog.
As she angled her phone for the final pic, she saw you through the screen.
On your knees.
Between her legs.
Your elbows positioned off her shorts, touching her bare exposed thi-
“You done?” you interrupted her tweaking, tilting your head into view of her screen.
“Y-yeah…” She shook her head, then took the final picture.
She reviewed every picture attentively. Her thumb tapped in to zoom, then swiped onto the next pic every other second. She kept swiping and swiping, even after the final pic, she didn’t keep track of how many she’d taken, and it happened.
Jiwoo’s video slid into view of her screen.
That’s it.
“Ookaayy… I’m keeping these on, by the way. Lowkirkenuinely sick af.”
I can’t hold it anymore.
“Uuuh… Sooyoung?”
I’m so sorry, Chagiya.
“I’ll… Leave it to you then… Hope it sells a fuck ton tho.”
Before you could even stand up properly, she held you down. Her grip firm on your shoulder, pinning you onto the floor.
You were preparing for the worst. You did pull your hand out from the machine once to scratch your balls when she wasn’t looking. Well, at least that’s what you’d thought, perhaps she had seen you after all, and now you were so fucked.
“S-sooyoung-ah… I-” You looked up to her.
“Shut up.”
“A man has his needs… And I needed to sc-”
“Exactly. And I have mine too.” She stared down at you.
“huH……. You have a girl dih??” Your eyebrows shot up through the roof, and you were down for whatever she had down there.
“W-what??? Well, I kinda wish,” she recoiled before taking your query thoughtfully for a second, “but no, what the fuck are you talking about??” She groaned at your stupid question. But despite that, she sighed—not at you, but at her own resignation to temptation.
You would do.
“Anyways…” she finally pressed the play button. “Jiwoo’s been away.”
Heavy breathing.
“W-what is this……”
Faint squelching.
“And my fingers not doing it as of late.”
Soft whimpers.
“So, I’m giving you this one chance...”
A sudden sharp moan.
“... Of…?” You asked.
Then came a soft feminine voice, calling out to… Sooyoung??
“To…” She hesitated, but eventually broke off her own shackles… kinda. “K-… kiss my… kitty…”
“… But, we don’t have a kit-”
“MY PUSSY GOD DAMMIT!” She yelled as she grabbed the hem of her shorts and pushed them down off her legs, together with her panties. Her movement was ragged and desperate, her legs kicking you off your balance, your elbow propping you up on the floor.
And there you had it.
For years you had been so down bad for the hottest woman you’d ever known. No visual cues, hints, or even reciprocal teasing that’d lead to anything. Somehow life was worth living again, as now Ha Sooyoung, your lifelong hot best friend, had her kitty out in the open, mere centimeters away from your senses.
“Oh… THAT kitty….”
“Yes, this kitty…”
Her face was lush red, both embarrassed and horned tf out. She gathered all her courage, and with a groan, she said. “Let’s just say this is your reward for… whatever reason.” She scoffed. “Tch, my girlfriend just sent a video of her fingering the fuck out of her pussy, and I’ve been horny af for the past week, and I wanna touch myself but my fingers not cutting it anymore.” She sighed. “Look, just fucking eat me while I watch my girlfriend finger herself.”
All your down bad comments towards her, your teasing—all of them just gone. Nothing in your life could’ve prepared you for all that. You tried to process the series of words she’d just said, especially the last one. She was asking you to eat her out, WHILE she watched her girlfriend screw herself??? You didn’t even know if you were being a cuck or if Sooyoung was just being sinfully unfaithful—maybe even both. But none of that mattered anymore when you were rock hard, mouth agape, still fixated on her pussy with Jiwoo’s moaning in the background.
You gently wrapped your arms around her thighs from below, you were so close to her pussy you could breathe in her musk doing you like crack. It was dripping, through the tendrils of her well-kept bush. Not that it bothered you—somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice definitely yours said Even better. The hem of her black tank top rode up, your eyes tracked the soft thin happy trail up to her exposed navel, then eventually you met her flushed gaze from above. You could never be happier in life, being put in place by your hot lesbian home girl.
“Y-you sure about this…?”
Her left hand ran through your hair, grasping what she could palm. You could feel her desperation in her nails poking your scalp, while the other held the moaning device for her to watch.
“Just fucking eat me, bozo.”
And so you did, unleash the beast.
You kissed her kitty—though not the way you’d kiss a real kitty, obviously. You ate her like you hadn’t eaten for weeks. You ran your tongue in laps and laps all over her pussy as if cleaning her girl juice off, replacing it with your own saliva. She tasted nothing like the countless 2AM sessions in your head (and hand). She tasted miles better, intoxicating as you breathed her in, the folds and crevices felt like they’d been perfectly sculpted for your tongue to slip into.
But that was putting your hunger too nicely.
It was more like you were in a biology exam with a blindfold on, mapping out her pussy with your tongue and trying to answer what part, what flesh or folds of her pussy it was. But the best part was, you didn’t know shit about biology.
You swirled around her clit, then sucked it with such suction you were basically slurping on it. Congratulations—you earned yourself a guttural moan from her. She started slow, but eventually rode your face, finding the right answer—which you weren’t going to spit out to begin with.
“F-fuck… Chagiya…” She moaned, her eyes totally fixated on Jiwoo’s sticky fingers pumping into her pussy.
Well, that wasn’t your name, but it was now. You were standing in for a lesbian with supple tits and the most God-sent DSL apparently. Was it cuck-ish? Kinda. You’d argue Jiwoo was the cuck, considering you were the one eating Sooyoung. But that was beside the point, and the point being how Sooyoung wasn’t even complaining or bullying you for your tongue game. Knowing her, she would’ve bullied you for the most nothing-burger reason ever, and honestly, she might’ve been for the past few minutes. But you wouldn’t have heard it anyway, all you could still hear were both of them moaning, though faintly, due to her plush thighs suffocating you from both sides. You could feel all the pressure of her grasping hand from above, all around your head, wrapped between her legs.
She’s fucking enjoying this, you patted your ego in the back.
Your tongue game matched that of a lesbian eating a pussy. Your ego blasted off the roof, you’d successfully masked yourself as Jiwoo, with a rock-hard cock down under, that is.
Jiwoo with a cock.
Jiwoo with a cock? Jiwoock??
That didn’t sound bad at all, actually. But you were Jiwoo now—did that count as self-cest? You’d been given a chance to be in heaven—that was, Ha Sooyoung’s pussy—and you were still thinking of another girl with a cock. By Merlin’s beard, you were greedy.
You grew bolder as your left hand slithered up, roaming on her flat tummy, which you’d cummed on multiple times in your dreams. Meanwhile, your right hand was in the rightest place of all, slipping under her tank top to join forces with her own hand groping her tits.
“You’re not allowed to be this— Aah…!” You squeezed her nipple. “F-fucking go~od!” She finally referred to you for the first time in minutes. Not Jiwoo, you. Thank God it wasn’t self-cest after all.
She looked ungodly above you. Darker spots of moisture started wetting her top. She was still holding up her phone, her arm pinned high, perfectly exposing a small, tantalizing opening of her right armpit to your view from below. Your eyes greedily tracked down all beads of sweat trickling down from her flushed forehead and neck, pooling right at the delicate, sensitive hollow at the base of her arm. She is swelteringly sweating. It was so damp you could literally see small reflection from the room lighting gleaming off her slick skin.
The intoxicating musk of her raw sweat mixed with her arousal sending a feral jolt straight to your broin—brain and groin. A thick bead of sweat trailed down the soft crease, soaking the trim of her tank top’s armhole. Your mouth practically watered along with her wetness, down dripping on the floor. You stared at the glistening textured folds of the hollow, a degenerate, desperate, pathetic thought crossed your mind.
Maybe, if you ate her out hard enough, she would actually indulge your sickly, filthy fantasy on her.
So you nuzzled her clit as you buried your face deeper. But not as deep as your tongue, working inside her pussy so hard she crossed her calves behind your neck, locking and pulling you deeper in her pussy. Suddenly, death by suffocation didn’t sound bad at all.
Though as much as Sooyoung loved getting fucked by your… no, Jiwoo’s? Nah, it was your tongue—she needed something more. Something that could reach deeper, something more rigid. And she could only think of your digits, for now.
So her wish was your command.
You trailed your left hand down to her mound, stopping right on her clit. You’d dreamed about this. Numerous times you had sacrificed enough sleepless nights jacking off while writing about rubbing one out for Ha Sooyoung. But somehow your fingers worked her clit with way too much care in contrast to the beast, that was your tongue. They were stiff, careful, and definitely not sensual at all. So you switched up the strategy.
You were now back to sucking her clit while your fingers down there hesitantly rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed. You knew how to finger a woman—you had seen videos, read fan fics, and pretty sure this wasn’t your first rodeo with a woman. You were being awkward af.
Then, it hit you. You still got your nails on. You really didn’t want to ruin it, you actually liked her design and genuinely appreciate the art. You really wished you had Mage Hand right now, on second thought that’d actually be so hot. But again, that was beside the point, you had a better question.
Is it even safe…?
Sooyoung noticed, of course she did.
“The fuck… Are you doing…?” She said, in the middle of her panting.
You pull off your tongue out of her pussy, your lips smothered by her girl juice. “It’s… Been a while, y’know?” You reasoned weakly.
“No shit. Somehow your foul mouth works better in my pussy than your neat fingers.” Backhanded as it was, you took half the compliment to your ego. “You never touched a woman before??”
“I have-!”
“Eaten a woman? Yeah, I can tell. But your finger game lacking so bad omg you’re ruining the mood!” She yelled, her brows furrowed as she glared at you intensely from above, and of course your ass only got hornier seeing her angry like this.
“I-… I don’t wanna mess up my nails, okay!?”
You could see a faint blush on her cheeks. Despite her blazing arousal, she was genuinely flattered that you actually cared that much about her work.
“I-it won’t mess ‘em up!” she argued, reaching down to grab your wrist.
“Is it even safe???” you hesitated. As much as you wanted to ruin her, you didn’t want to actually make her sick or anything.
“YES!”
“How would you know?”
“… Grok.”
“I’m leaving.”
“I’m fucking kidding!” She let out an exasperated laugh, her nails digging firmly into your wrist. “I’m a nail artist, dumb ass! I WOULD KNOW.”
She let her phone slip from her grasp, tumbling onto the messy sheets to her right, though you could still hear Jiwoo’s soft moaning hands free. She twisted your freshly painted digits, angling it directly against her soaking entrance.
“So, shut up,”
She didn’t even give you a chance to argue. With a firm, determined pull of your arm, she forcefully thrust two of your fingers deep inside herself.
“And stop thinking about your nails.”
So you did.
At this point, you were sure your pre-cum was already wetting your boxers just from the extremely lewd, shattered moan ripped from her throat the second your fingers cave in. But alas, you let go of your restraint completely. Fuck your nail, literally. You curled your fingers and drove them deep into her core. She could feel the smooth, cold surface of your freshly cured nails rushing along the slick of her soaking walls. You fell into a ruthless rhythm, thrusting and curling your knuckles upward against her sweet spot relentlessly like it was a button mashing Quick Time Event, all while your tongue kept its starving, aggressive assault on her swollen clit.
“F-fuck! God, y/n!” Sooyoung shrieked, her back arching off the mattress, she was seeing stars.
At last, she succumbed to you. She lost it the moment she found it fucking hot seeing you under her mercy like a dog. She had completely forgotten about who she was fantasizing on her knees. The last remaining remnant of Jiwoo was the moaning on her phone she’d discarded next to her face. It was a man, only you, her perverted gooner best friend between her thighs giving her the best oral she had ever gotten.
Her hips bucking against your fingers while she threw both her hands up, grasping the sheets above her head. She was basically presenting herself to you. With a loud slurp on her clit, you started trailing wet kisses up her happy trail, tasting the sweat up pass her navel, to the hem of her tank top just below her tits. Her small under boobs peaked just enough to get you riled up even more. With your free hand you took her top off.
You had seen her braless in a thin see through shirt before, you swore if someone were to ask where exactly her nipples are placed, you’d know it by heart. But seeing her fully topless like this was just a whole another level. You squeezed it with your free hand, earning another italic moan from her. Sure, she wasn’t as well endowed as your ex Hyeju. But you couldn’t care less.
Tits are tits, and man’s gotta eat.
Your tongue hit first, swish and flicking around her light brown nipple. With a firm squeeze of your hand, you sucked on it hard you were practically milking the fuck out of her.
“Harder!” She arched her back, catching your mouth.
“Which one?” You asked as you lightly grazed her nipple with your teeth, slightly biting on it.
“HnnGHh~ FUCK!” She howled. “Both, fucker.”
“Say less.” You upped your fingers tempo, more ragged and messy, while your mouth switch between her tits sloppily, covering them with your saliva.
Then it was time.
Your free hand pinned hers above as you dragged your tongue from her left tit, upwards, not to her neck nor collarbone, but the sensitive, glistening armpit. Your tongue glided along the axis, lapping all the sweat pooled at the now fully exposed hollow.
Sooyoung flinched, a sharp gasp ripping from her throat.
“Wait—what the fuck??” she shrieked, her body squirming against your hold. She looked down at you lavishing her armpit, her face burning, humiliated red. “EW, Y/N, STOP! That’s mmngHh~ disgusting! I haven’t showered all fucking day!”
She tried to twist her arm away from your pinning, glaring at you with a mix of genuine disgust and a newfound arousal. “You’re a fucking FREAK oh my G~od!”
But you paid her no mind, her protests fading into the background beneath the deafening, wet slurping of your own depravity. You definitely rolled a NAT 20 today. You had always secretly loved how she smelled every morning you passed by her at the kitchen counter. Since it was a lazy holiday afternoon after all, meaning she had no plans, home all day, there was absolutely no need for her to put on any deodorants or perfume. So the Unwashed status effect multiplied to her natural pheromones, and having her arm pinned securely above her head gave her an automatic Disadvantage on all Strength saving throws. And it left you with a 100% guaranteed hit chance to feast upon the raw, unfiltered, intoxicating musk that was uniquely her.
So you took full advantage of her debuff completely. You nuzzled your nose into the damp skin as you dragged your wet tongue deeper into her sensitive hollow, meticulously mapping out the topography of her underarm like a starved explorer. You could literally feel the delicate texture as your tongue pushing ruthlessly into every tiny, slick crevice and fold, slurping obscenely, savoring the sharp, salty tang of the raw moisture straight out of her pores.
Her disgusted remarks now fractured into breathy, needy whine. Her pinned arm went limp, fingers twitching helplessly on the mattress. She couldn’t help but get aroused by your weird kink.
“F-fuck… You’re so gross.” She whimpered, her voice cracking.
Contrast to her own insult, her free arm suddenly flew, wrapping tightly around the back of your head. Her fingers tangled deeply into your hair, nails pricking your scalp, forcefully shoving you deeper into the damp hollow, smothering you in her raw musk, all while her hips subconsciously bucked harder against your fingers still relentlessly plowing her soaking core.
“Oh my God…” She sobbed out. “Don’t stop.”
She was finally close. You could feel the tension in her thighs, her walls inside tightening, trapping your fingers like that one scene in A New Hope as she desperately chased her climax.
You were both entirely preoccupied, blissfully lost in the filthy, undeniable sin you were committing on this God-forsaken mattress. But you felt something missing from all of this.
You consented to this, she definitely consented to this.
Then it dawned on you. You asked yourself, isn’t there somebody you forgot to ask?
“I don’t!” Time said, ever so cruel.
The screen of her phone lit up brightly, cutting off the spicy video that was somehow still looping after what it felt like 30 minutes, with a deafening, obnoxious ringtone.
“Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!“
You froze.
You heard it right, you couldn’t possibly mistake it. It wasn’t the generic default ringtone of any normal device. It wasn’t as if the writer didn’t know how phones ring—they definitely knew exactly what a default iOS or Android ringtone sounded like.
No, this was definitely a targeted assault on the reader. The writer had specifically chosen to ruin it with the 2013 viral electronic dance hit “What Does the Fox Say” by Ylvis.
“Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!“ the phone blasted at max volume from the messy sheets, obliterating the filthy tension between the two of you.
Incoming Call: Jiwoo
“SHIT!” Sooyoung hissed.
With sheer panic, she violently shoved you off your balance. You tumbled backward off the mattress, hitting the floor with a hard thud, bruising your elbows.
“What the fu—”
“SHUT UP! Shut up, shut up, shut up.” she frantically shush-ed you. She scrambled to sit upright, cleared her hoarse throat, and accepted Jiwoo’s call on loud speaker.
“H-heeyy… Chagiya!” Sooyoung answered, her voice was an octave higher than usual.
“Heyy… Are you… Okaay?” Jiwoo’s sweet, concerned voice echoed through the now quiet room. “I was just… Worried. I sent you the video like half an hour ago and you haven’t replied since. Was it a bad time…? I’m so so—”
“NO!” Sooyoung even startled herself. She cleared her throat again. “I mean, yeah! I saw it! It was… Great!” She stammered. Her pants ragged, chest still heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing. “There is… Absolutely nothing wrong. I was just… Busy!”
There was something so hot the way she referred to both your uncouth shenanigans as busy.
Heh, busy? I’ll show you busy
A mischievous, wicked grin stretched across your face. You got back on your knees, moving right back between her dangling legs off the edge of the bed. Sooyoung’s eyes widened in horror as she realized exactly what you were about to do. She glared down at you, silently mouthing “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Despite her glaring, her legs didn’t show any sign of restraint or fight as you spread it wide open once again. You leaned in and aggressively buried your face right back to where it belonged, Ha Sooyoung’s soaking, edging core.
Sooyoung jolted, her spine snapping straight. Her free hand flew up, slapping it over her mouth to hold her squealing. But of course, that wasn’t enough to contain the pleasure in from her phone.
“Chagiya…?” Jiwoo’s concerned voice now had a slight suspiciously teasing tone to it. “Are you… Out of brea—”
“NO!” Sooyoung forced out an answer through her gritting teeth. Her knuckles gripping the phone turned white as you swirled your tongue mercilessly, slurping her dripping folds. “I just… Dropped something!”
There was a moment of silence on Jiwoo’s end of the line. Then, a soft, incredibly sweet giggle echoed from her line.
“Chagiya… Are you…? Are you touching yourself to my video right now??” Jiwoo teased, her tone completely shifted playfully.
Sooyoung was in absolute chaos. She was terrified of getting caught, but the sheer thrill of her girlfriend unknowingly listening to her get eaten out by her bestie was too much for her to handle. She wanted to deny it, push you away and end whatever the fuck this was. But her body betrayed her completely, and so did her mind, consumed by the unfaithful arousal.
“… Perchance…”
“Oh my God!” You could hear Jiwoo’s laughing echoed through the room. “But it was only like one half a minute video! Were you looping it? You’ve been gooning to me this whole time?”
“Yeah… You, only you!” Oh how fired up you were listening to Sooyoung’s lies.
“You wanna kiss my kitty so bad hmm? Want me to kiss yours too?” Jiwoo teased, which Sooyoung could only give an agreeing moan as an answer. Ah, so this where the kitty kissing came from, you thought.
The absolute, catastrophic irony of the situation messed up your already messed up broin. You were eating the fuck out of Sooyoung’s pussy, while Jiwoo gave gooning instruction to her … And you? At this point, it worked both ways for Sooyoung and you. Of course, you wanted in too like yeah you wanna kiss Jiwoo’s kitty too. Now you and Sooyoung both were gooning to Jiwoo. This is so weird and fucking hot, you both thought respectively.
“So I was interrupting your gooning! Were you close, Chagiya?” God, Jiwoo’s cute giggle was so out of place yet her husky tone right now was so right.
“Mhmm…” Sooyoung whimpered, her fingers messing up your hair as your tongue relentlessly lapped her folds.
“Then tell me.” Jiwoo’s voice grew even huskier. “Tell me what you would have me do, if I was right, there. On the bed. With you. Tell me, Chagiya…”
You could see the massive lump going down Sooyoung’s throat. She turned her eyes to you as you greedily slurped her core. Unfortunately fortunate, she was just as fucked up as you. A wicked, fucked up idea sparked into life within her.
She didn’t even have to use her imagination, when she had you on her kitty.
“I’d want you… to spread my thighs,” she breathed heavily into the phone, live reporting your exact movements, word for word. “I want your face buried in my pussy… Swirling your tongue right on my clit… Sucking on it so ha~ard I can’t eve- Aah! Breathe!”
“Hmmm yeah… What else?” Jiwoo urged for more, her own breath hitching.
You smirked against Sooyoung’s wetness. You were more than happy to put on a live… Show? Podcast? Smut audio book for Jiwoo? Hell, whatever this was, you were nailing your role. But a stagnant, repetitive narration would only bore the audience. You had to be creative, feed more narration into Sooyoung, keep the audience entertained, you had to be the star.
So you flip the script.
You pulled your face off of her dripping slit and with firm grips under her thighs, you lifted her legs upward, exposing an entirely new different map. Sooyoung’s brows furrowed in confusion, she was positioned as if she was trying to give birth to electro pop.
And before she could even ask, you dragged down your soaked tongue from her pussy, then pressed it firmly onto the concave surface of her musky tight, puckered rim that was her asshole.
Sooyoung violently jolted you could feel her entire body shudder. “HNGH— FUUUUCKKK!” she shrieked, the unfiltered, no audio gate, soul-leaving-the-body kind of shriek. Her free hand flew up, grasping the sheets hard. Nothing in her life could’ve prepared her for an ass eating, they didn’t teach her about this in school. Her face burned aflame, mortified as you stared right back beneath her. She really didn’t want to narrate this newfound arousal, but she had to. She had to commit to the bit.
“I… I want...” She took the sheet to cover up her burning face as she shamefully confessed. “I want you to go lower…”
“L-lower…?”
“Yeah…” She whimpered, her hips bucking deliberately as you pushed the tip of your tongue into her tight pucker. “I want you to lick my ass…”
Another brief silence on the other end of the line. You could imagine Jiwoo’s stun locked face by Sooyoung’s confession.
“Wai-… Wha-… Really??” Jiwoo squeaked, Sooyoung’s confession completely rendered her off guard. “You… You want me to rim you…? Well, I… I never done it but… Since when are you into that?!”
“N-now??”
“I… I don’t know what to say!” She let out breathless laugh. “I mean, I would do it if you want to, Chagiya~” Her tone shifted back into that husky whisper.
That was it. That was your entry for Best Directing at the Academy Awards.
Jiwoo’s green light was basically a “Yes I will, in fact, eat ass.” for you, it was now lore accurate. With another swish and flick of your tongue, and her lower back literally levitating off the mattress, giving you unrestricted access to lap and scoop all the tangy, bitter sweat and musk. Professor Flitwick would be proud of you.
You flattened your tongue, made it rigid, and deliberately, you forcefully thrust the tip straight pass her puckered ring. It was incredibly, very, very tight. But Thank God your tongue was already warmed up and practically ripped the fuck up from the earlier biology exam. So you pushed through as hard as you possibly, physically could, essentially tongue fucking her dirty hole in a wet, filthy rhythm.
But then, you decided that the layer of filth was not enough for the climax.
So you added another.
While your tongue was busy violating her asshole, you brought your old friends, brother and sister finger, right back into the frame. You drove them straight back into her core, thrusting upward, pumping them against her sweet spot while perfectly in sync with the brutal movement of your tongue.
“Ch-chagiya—!” Sooyoung sobbed, she couldn’t even stand a chance, the double stimulation on both her holes rendered her overwhelmingly devastated. Her phone slipped and tumbled onto the mattress again as she grabbed fistfuls of your hair. “I’m— FUCK!”
Her spine arched so high and her trembling thighs clamped down aggressively, suffocating you in the splash zone.
Then, the dam finally broke.
She upcast Climax with a level 6 spell slot, her core convulsing as she flooded your hand with her release. She came so fucking hard that her spasming inside crushed your fingers, forcing them to slip out with a wet pop, drenching your face with her sweet, sticky girl juice.
“D-did you just… I never heard you cum that hard…” Jiwoo’s voice stunned from the discarded phone. “Maybe I should eat your ass when I go back home…”
“You… Should, Chagiya… T-thanks?” Sooyoung said out of breath, still coming down from her high.
“Anything for my baby apple <3 We’ll try it out next week~”
The call finally ended.
After you licked her sensitive pussy clean, you crawled over her on all fours. You both stared each other, flushed and exhausted. You licked your lips, wiping the last remaining of her cum as you put that smug grin back on your face.
“You’re… You’re fucking crazy…” She panted.
“You’re crazy too.”
“Armpits?? Really…??”
“Yeah… Really.”
“That was…” All of a sudden, she felt conscious of her armpit still sticky from your saliva earlier. “Fuck… I also can’t believe you ate my ass while— Tch, JIWOO WAS ON THE CALL!”
“And you fucking loved it.”
“Th-… That’s beside the point!” She blushed, she couldn’t deny how hot it was for her too. “Not a fucking word to her, you hear me??” She grabbed a fistful of your shirt.
Then, she felt her wetness in her palm, she had forgotten how hard she came, she didn’t realize she soaked your shirt. Her eyes then trailed down your whole body and stopped at the protruding relief on your pants, you were still completely clothed and hard. She scoffed, looking away from your face above. Then, with a deep sigh, she finally gave in.
With all the strength she had left, she shoved you to the side. The room lighting cast over her from above, she set the scene so fucking good as she was now on top of you, you could still see the glistening sweat, your drying saliva and her cum on her backlit body.
“I suppose… You deserve a reward.” Her hands scrambled to unbutton your pants.
“I thought that earlier was the reward?”
“Oh, so you don’t want me to go full on glizzy overdrive??” She let go the hem of your pants. “Fine.” She said dismissively.
“WAIT!” You instantly grabbed her before she could get off of you. “Hehe, please commence glizzy overdrive.”
She rolled her eyes as she got off the bed, getting on her knees and with a firm pull, she took off your pants and boxer altogether.
For the first time, she finally took witness of your cock, standing proud, towering her flushed face. She was expecting it to be disgusting, or ugly given to her preference. But the sheer size of your cock rendered her into a loading state you could see the clogs working in her mind, calculating the size of it compared to her face.
“Holy fuck…?” she said in awe.
“Nothing we done this afternoon has been hol-.”
“You’re fucking huge!” she cut you, her face shocked, with a spice of concern of her well-being as images of your cock if it were to get inside of her flooded her mind.
“Aw, you don’t have to sa-”
“NO LIKE… You’re HUGE huge…!” She reiterated, bringing her arm into frame. “It’s almost as big as my arm!!”
She hesitated, her expression was a mix of disgust and curiosity. But eventually, she reached for your cock. Her touch was hesitant, nails grazing along your length. She then tried wrapping her fingers but her index couldn’t even meet her thumb around the diameter. It felt painfully hard, like literally, you were holding it in for what it felt like a whole day. And considering the sun setting by the window, you were probably right.
“I literally can’t wrap my hand around it.” She said dumbfounded.
You sit up straight, and your dream came true.
Ha Sooyoung on her knees, holding your hard wet cock, ready to suck the life out of you.
You admired the ungodly sight for a tad bit too long, you were woken up by her squeeze on your shaft.
“Eugh… Just so you know, I never done this, obviously.” She started stroking half of your length with such distaste. “Is this fine?”
“Hmmnggh… A bit faster…” You moaned.
So she tried, her best at least.
As much as you want to bully her for her stroking game, you really, really needed this. This was literally the dream, you wouldn’t want her to leave you blue balled just because you were teasing her all the time. Though, eventually she caught onto a steady rhythm, her small hand pumping your length with just enough pressure, and surprisingly good grip. You threw your head back with a groan.
“Fucking perv.” She sneered. “You dreamed about this, huh?”
“Yeah…” You confessed so lightly, completely shameless. “Every night.”
She scoffed at your raw confession, rolling her eyes in exaggerated annoyance. But despite her protests, she applied more agonizing pressure to her strokes, her sharp nails would lightly graze against your throbbing length every one or two pumps.
“What a freak, jerking off to your best friend…” she mocked, leaning in closer as if she was inspecting the disgusting rod she were never interested in at first.
At first.
Fuck.
She paused her pumping. Her face was mere centimeters away, and as her bare chest heaved, she breathed in the musk radiating off your cock. Something about your musk just put her in a trance as she felt the shudders running along her body.
This is fucked.
Slowly, but hesitantly, she parted her glossy lips and stuck her tongue out. She pressed her flattened tongue to the base of your shaft and dragged it in one long, agonizingly slow lick all the way up to your tip, lapping up the dripping pre-cum from your slit.
She pulled back, her eyes widened in deep regret.
Not because it was gross—well, it was still gross for her, but she actually, highkey liked how you tasted.
She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. The sharp, salty tang of your hour long arousal completely turned something on within her. At this point, her cheeks were toast by how many times she had gone red. She lost the plot. She was supposed to be disgusted by your cock, but now it looks so disgustingly delicious I wanna swallow it whol— WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME.
Before she hastily wiped her lips with the back of her hand, she glared up at you with masked arousal. You were utterly, pathetically desperate for her, and God he looks so pathetic I love it, she thought.
Fuck it all.
“You’re lucky I’m your best friend, perv.” she purred, deliberately, slowly licking the remaining slick off her glossy lips as she resumed her stroking.
“Can’t help it when you walk around half-naked around the place all the time” you countered.
“Oh, so it’s my fault you’re a fucking degenerate??” She squeezed harder, her voice dark yet clearly she turned on by your candidness. “No wonder I heard someone calling my name every other night, I thought this place was haunted. It was you after all, huh? Whining my name while you stroked this stupid, fucking massive thing.”
“Fuck… Yes… Sooyoung please—”
“Please what?”
“Suck my— Agh!” you hissed as she grazed her sharp nail along your slit.
“Hm? Can’t hear you.” She teased, letting out a breathy, arrogant laugh.
“Fuck you.”
“Hmph, you wish.” She smirked, deliberately misconstrued your cursing. “Beg for i—”
“Please please pleeasseee, suck my cock, Ha Sooyoung I’M TIRED OF JACKING OFF TO YOUR PICS EVERY DAY PLEASE JUST LET ME HAVE ONE CHANCE.”
…
Dead silence.
The sheer, unadulterated weight of your pathetic preaching hung heavily in the air. Sooyoung stopped her stroking on your shaft, her eyes went wide, blinking almost comedically as she tried to process the absolute all time low of your dignity.
For a moment, you thought you pushed it too far.
That was, until her lips twitched, followed by a snort, then immediately a full-chested laugh that shook her entire system. She laughed so fucking hard she collapsed against your thigh, completely obliterating her composure for a brief moment.
“Oh… My fucking God.” she wheezed, wiping her teary eyes. “I knew you were pathetic, but I didn’t know you were THIS pathetic.”
She let out another breathless giggle, shaking her head in disbelief. Then, with a sigh, she went back to your towering erection. She scoffed in disdain, though hungry as ever.
“I mean, seriously, look at this… thing.” she mocked, squeezing the thick base firmly, making your hips bucked helplessly. “It’s ridiculous. It’s disgustingly huge, it’s way too veiny, and honestly? It’s just fucking ugly.” and I fucking love it.
You let out a pathetic whimper, not even trying to defend your pride. You loved this.
“But…” she trailed off, her voice an octave lower as she smeared your pre-cum over your tip with her thumb. “I’m only going to suck it just because you’re begging me like such a good, pathetic, little dog.” She said, dangerously close you could feel her hot breath making you throb harder.
She puckered her glossy lips and with a smack, she kissed your frenulum.
She parted her lips, her eyes staring right back at your heavy dirty soul.
“And you’re lucky I actually like you this way.”
Before the red could fill your entire face, she flattened the tip of her tongue on your frenulum, then slowly, she took your weeping head directly into her mouth. Her plush lips sealed around it, in an ever so agonizing pace, she sank down with her tongue flattened, gliding along the underside of your length. You let out a guttural groan, bliss rushing through your veins.
This was it.
You had finally reached the absolute peak of your existence.
Countless sleepless nights and pathetic, desperate fantasies…
Ha Sooyoung actually had your cock in her mouth.
However, as she started to bob on your length, a sharp sting followed.
“Aish— FUck,” you hissed, your cock twitched and tensed as her front teeth clumsily scraped against the sensitive skin of your shaft.
Despite the blazing hot dominant aura she just put on, it was a painful reminder that she was still very much a lesbian. She had absolutely zero idea how to suck a cock properly. She was rather amateur, sloppy and uncoordinated. Not that you actually minded the pain, you had established you were a pathetic, masochist when it came to her. And honestly? Her sheer, stubborn effort as she hollowed her cheeks, trying to force herself to sink down half of your length was truly commendable.
And if you were being entirely honest… You found her inexperience rather… Cute.
The way her nails grazed your skin as she pumped you at the base, her eyes teared, fluttering upward every time she pushed herself too deep. The obscene, bubbling mix of spit and pre-cum slipped out of her glossy, plush lips as she coughed and gagged around your length.
God her gagging is so lewd, you mused.
It was terribly, uniquely, endearingly her.
You had never been so painfully, euphorically happy in your entire life.
Her throat spasmed, and with a slippery sloppery schlorp, she pulled her mouth off of your cock to catch her breath.
Lumps of saliva dripped down from her lips to your tip, you could see the glistening string connected still to her lips. She coughed hard, her free hand wiping her mouth as the other remained its chokehold on your cock.
“Fuck… You’re too fucking huge!” she managed to gasp out as she glared up at you. Her bangs damp with sweat, stray hairs plastered, sticky all over her flushed forehead and temples. “God, I can barely swallow half of it without choking.”
She sighed as she finally took witness of your shiny cock coated in her spit. “This is so gross…”
“Heh, you do seem a tad bit too engrossed in it for a wuhluhwuh.” you grinned ever so smugly.
“… A what??” She blinked.
“En-gross-ed…? Get it? Because you said gross, but you seem to—”
“No, I fucking know English, dick head.”
You tensed up your cock, your head twitching in response “He begs to differ. You clearly don’t get the jo—”
“WUH-LUH-WUH!!!” she yelled exasperatedly. “Did you just try to pronounce W-L-W??”
“Fuck, no! Don’t patronize me, I was terrible! You squirmed every time my teeth were on it, you were literally hissi—”
“What makes you think I don’t like it?”
“…” She blinked. “The fuck?” She recoiled, thoroughly confused.
“I find it particularly cute, actually,” you admitted nonchalantly, rendering her speechless.
She didn’t expect you to genuinely enjoy her terrible blowjob, even she knew she was absolute dogshit at it, yet she couldn’t help but feel lowkey flattered.
“You are so weird...” she rolled her eyes, though the corner of her lips smugly curled as she resumed her stroking. She milked the slick skin of your coated shaft, but as she did, her eyes drifted lower, completely hypnotized by the twin pendulums that were your balls, swaying beneath her hand.
She stared at them, her eyes flickering mischievously as she went down on you. You let out a muffled groan as she pressed her plush lips against them, tentatively kissing the sensitive skin of your sack.
“How much longer do I have to suck this thing before you pop?” she murmured, her tongue darted, down to scoop one of your balls into her mouth.
Your fingers instantly tangled into her bob, knuckles turning white. “Fuck… not long if you keep doing that…”
With her hand still working on your length in a steady rhythm, she finally sucked your balls. Her tongue swirled, fondling them lewdly with a filthy slurping, smacking, and popping of her lips. The wet tip of her tongue would occasionally glide dangerously low, tracing the stretched skin near your asshole, making you squirm helplessly on the mattress.
I am a wuhluhwuh, she muttered inside.
Women are soft, smell like vanilla, taste like honey. Yet there she was, eagerly slurping on a disgusting pair of sweaty, musky, dirty balls like they were Michelin fucking star. Her soaking core throbbed all over again as she tasted the degrading filth that felt like sin on her tongue.
“Fuck, Sooyoung-ah…” you breathed heavily, your hips twitching as her lips took your balls in and popped them out in tandem. “I’m so close… Like… Really fucking close.”
She pulled back with a smack, your balls glistened with her spit. “Well, you’re gonna have to help me then,” she said invitingly, her thumb deliberately smearing your pre-cum on your frenulum. “I can’t possibly do allat again by myself.”
She upped her tempo, letting out a stifled laugh. “I mean, I can’t exactly get the goat milk out all on my own.”
Your edging broin stalled for a moment. “… Goat milk?”
Her smirk quivered, her broin rotten to the core. “Yeah. If I milked you, I’d get goat milk…”
Despite her brutally quickening stroke, a snicker escaped her lips as she laughed at herself.
“’cuz you da #goat”
You snapped.
You didn’t even let her have a full-blown laugh as your hands flew to grab her head from both sides, violently tangling them into her roots. With a surge of brain-rotten adrenaline, you stood up from the mattress and forcefully impaled your throbbing cock straight into her open mouth, plunging down her throat.
Hmpphkk!
Hnghk
Gawk
Glorp (Bogos binted?)
Now that was the sound of heaven.
You pulled her head hard every time you pushed your goat in. Your pace was unforgiving and brutal. Her hands instinctively anchored to your thighs, nails digging as you mercilessly fucked the joke out of her.
But the devastating momentum of your thrusts was quickly becoming too much for the poor girl as your hips kept pushing and chasing her mouth, forcing her to tilt backward. Her hands shot back to prop herself from collapsing on her back. With her body arched, you took full advantage of it as your hand palmed the crown of her head while the other wrapped around her slender neck. Looming over her, you angled your hips and drove your heavy length downward with gravity.
Gag reflex be damned, you managed to bottom out nearly all of your length—you could literally feel your bulge plunging in and out of her neck.
Tears trailed from the corner of her eyes down to her flushed cheeks. But she didn’t even try to tap out. Her arms stood their ground, bracing hard as you fucked her throat into Oblivion so hard that it actually got remastered.
You nailed her mouth in a feral rhythm, balls slapping against her chin each time you tried to burrow even deeper into her incredibly tight throat. You could only think about how tight her ass would be if her throat was already this tight, but that was a story for another day. Perhaps. It was time to end this fuck-ass fic, the writer thought. So, eventually, you felt it coming.
“Fuck!” you roared, shudders running all over your body. “Take it all!”
You locked her in place, and with a one-hundred horse power thrust—maybe a hundred and twenty four—you bottomed out like a dragoon and blew your load.
Torrents of your release erupted straight down her esophagus. Suffocated by the sheer volume of your cum, you could feel the peristaltic spasms of her throat violently milking the goat. She tried to swallow it all, but you kept coming and coming she couldn’t keep up.
It was just too much. Her throat completely overflowed.
She coughed so violently it popped your cock out of her throat. Freed from the confines of her mouth, your cock sprayed the remaining ropes across her ruined face. Sticky mess splattered over her cheeks, nose, and damp fringes on her forehead as she collapsed back on her hands, coughing and gasping for air.
As the stream began to subside, you got back on her lips and milked the pulsing trickle down into her cum-filled mouth. You could only stare, mesmerized by the absolute filth that was Ha Sooyoung, face and mouth fully covered with your cum.
Her tongue darted out slowly, lecherously licking your slit off the final rope, then wiped the ropes around her lips as she finally downed your pooling cum in her mouth.
Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
It took her three fucking gulps to down all your hot cum into her tummy.
You stared down at her, chest heaving as you took in the absolute masterpiece of her face, beautifully dazed and glistening with your release. She had never looked better, and you had never felt better.
“I guess I really am the goat.”
A/N: I wanna say thanks and like pay respects to lots of writers I've been reading since 2020 until now, but like actually maybe no I don't wanna drag lots of yous name here I would only embarrass you.
The front door bursts open then slams closed. You're in the middle of snacking, watching YouTube documentaries as part of your off day. Hearing the door makes you freeze and turn your head.
Minjeong walks in silently, her steps slow and heavy. Her entire person looks worn out, actually, most apparent in her face and shoulders. Even so, she is still incredibly beautiful.
"Hey, babe. Long day?" you ask softly, rising from the couch. Minjeong doesn't answer, blank eyes looking forward. She takes a while to register your presence, neck dragging to face you. "Evening," she croaks.
You pout, wanting to comfort her. "Wanna talk about it, or need distractions?"
Her eyes bounce lazily, tongue licking her dry lips. "No talk. Want quiet."
"Okay. Come here, I got you." You extend your arms, but it earns you a sharp glare.
"Shut up."
"Sorry?"
"Shut...the fuck up. Want quiet!" she growls. You lower your arms and gulp, sweaty hands rubbing on your thighs. Walk towards her slowly, keeping your eyes on hers. Closing the distance, you gingerly wrap your arms around her; a light hug.
Several seconds pass before Minjeong sighs and rests her head on the crook of your shoulder, dropping her bag. She doesn't hug you back, doesn't have to. You keep the light embrace, listening to each other's breathing.
Suddenly, Minjeong pulls herself free, putting an arm's length between you. Then she yanks your sweatshirt's collar, sending your lips crashing into hers.
She isn't gentle whatsoever. Her mouth is hungry, insistent, devouring yours with burning fervor. You yelp and moan and she unlatches briefly, slapping you hard. "Shut up I said. How many times do I gotta say it?"
Oh she is stressed stressed. Work must've been a real bitch. You remember she's going through her PMS as well. This will not be easy on you, and you're equally thrilled and terrified.
Minjeong keeps your mouths locked as she pushes you towards the couch. She's groaning, whining into your lips. You, meanwhile, try your best to stay silent as she asked. Every little audible slip-up is met with a harsh slap, stinging your cheek and hardening you below at the same time.
Your legs hit the couch. Fall backwards, no attempt to get up. Just lie there while you watch Minjeong ditch her blazer and unbutton her shirt, untucking it from her pencil skirt.
"Strip. Everything." Her command is short and clear, you obey straight away. "Faster!" You make haste, abandoning any regard to pride that you foolishly kept.
The moment you're bare, Minjeong leaps onto you, straddling your hips. She bites her lip, grinding hard and slow, her heat driving you crazy even through all the fabric.
Another moan escapes you. She's fast to discipline with a hard slap across your face, the hardest one yet. "You...are gonna give me what I want. Exactly as I tell you, or you'll get more of that. Understood? Nod."
You nod just once, feeling any extra will earn another slap. Minjeong's mouth stretches to a predatory grin, hiking up her tight pencil skirt to slide off her panties. Gosh, she is so hot.
"Open." She stuffs her white panties into your mouth. "Good boy. Don't think that means you can make sounds. Got it?"
You nod, getting high off her musk. Minjeong lines up her wetness with your tip, then slams down. She lets out a guttural moan, fingernails digging into your shoulder. It takes all of your might to maintain silence but you manage, tearing up instead.
"Fuuck yes...needed this dick. So fucking hard..." Minjeong doesn't bounce, she rolls her hips, letting every inch of her depth feel you. The motion is equally arousing for your eyes and shaft, you bite down on her panties hard.
Your arms go to her waist by instinct, she knife hands them away. "No...touching. Did I say you can touch? Keep them where they are!" They resort to grabbing the couch instead, increasingly difficult as time passes and they get sweaty.
Some thrusts in, one in particular is too much for you, letting out a choked cry in response. Minjeong snarls and delivers a slap, her hand resting around your neck. Not choking, but enough pressure to establish herself.
"I've—had enough...of those—ahh! Assholes telling me around. Yelling and treating me like—mmhhh! Like I'm trash." She laughs, a daunting sound among the claps of skin. "So you shut up and take what you're given. I'm giving the orders here, got it?"
Your eyes struggle to stay open as you nod, tears obscuring your vision. Minjeong's hips pick up speed, her rolls becoming shallower and more intense. "Oh fuck! Ahhh!" Her first orgasm surges through her, drawing out a long, melodic moan as her body spasms.
"Ngghhh! Don't you dare fucking cum before I tell you! You don't decide how I use this dick. Got it?"
Your nod is accompanied by a loud, helpless whimper. No way you're staying quiet and not busting with how insane her pussy's grip and wetness is. It's met with a slap as expected, but you’re starting to go numb. Heck, it's downright enjoyable.
"Mmhhh, my baby boy. You're so adorable under me," she sighs, bending down and licking your cheeks as a brief remedy. You shudder at the sensation, then gasp as Minjeong gets going again, hard and fast from the off.
"Ahh...babe. You wanna—argh! Fuck! Wanna cum? Wanna breed this—pussy?"
Nodding multiple times now, to hell with the single nods. You're desperate, begging for release. Panties are completely soaked with drool, flowing down the sides of your head.
Minjeong shifts her angle, now she actually is bouncing. It's shocking and borderline painful, arching your back, knees bucking up. But she just giggles in between her long, loud moans, eyes hazy with euphoria.
"You're so desperate, aren't you?" she mewls. "Wanna let go? Fill me up? Want it so bad?"
You nod continuously, knowing it's the only right answer anyways. Minjeong shrieks and grabs your hands, bringing them to her waist. "Touch me." You waste no time gripping it like a lifeline, cock aching for release.
"Gahhh, what a good boy. Now give it to me, baby. Let go, fill me u—arghhh!"
Not one second after hearing 'fill', you burst. Pent-up load blowing deep in her cunt. Broken cry slipping past your mouth, but Minjeong doesn't hear it. Not over the wails of her second orgasm, eyes rolled back as she milks your cock.
Minjeong collapses forward, her heavy breaths softening into thin wheezes next to your ear. Your eyelids become heavy, you relax your body, about to doze off—
"Hey," Minjeong's soft albeit slightly hoarse voice brings you back. "You okay, babe? Oh, your cheeks are so red!"
You chuckle weakly in response as she takes out her panties and drums her fingers over your cheeks. "Does it hurt?"
"It–urgh. It did, but...no problem. Really...liked it. Ehe."
"Tsch. You little freak." Minjeong pokes your reddened cheeks before kissing them gently, earning a delighted hum from you. "My freak."
"Mhm. How are you feeling? Feel better?" you ask, lightly playing with her damp hair.
"Yeah. Got...got it outta my system. Thanks, babe."
"Anytime." Your turn to kiss her now, once on the temple and another on her lips.
"Dinner?"
"Mmm...I gotta—we...clean up first. Carry me to the shower?" she murmurs, resting her chin on your chest.
You giggle at an idea that popped up in your head. "Sure...but there's a toll."
Minjeong raises an eyebrow, her breath hitching as she feels your cock twitching and hardening inside her. "Yeah? What is it?" She smirks and tilts her head.
"Another round. In the shower," you reply, rolling your hips slowly. Minjeong bites her lip and sighs, her eyelids fluttering. "Deal."
Deal sealed, you heave yourselves off of the couch, carrying Minjeong in your arms as she wraps her arms and legs around you. A good few pecks and giggles are exchanged throughout, gradually reigniting your passion.
That passion manifests as a slow candle flame rather than the firestorm that was the couch. Minjeong lets out small mewls and whimpers as you worship her neck, back and shoulders with your lips. Below, your hips roll into her tight pussy from behind, thrusting deep but gentle.
When your orgasms arrive, you share a low, long moan of each other's names, Minjeong's frame lightly trembling as her walls get another thick coat of your seed. A smooth, gradual step down from her hectic day onto your laid back, relaxed evening.
TW : bondage, blood, gore, smut, non-con, begging, mention of k!lling, strap-on, painal, knife-play, Acrotomophilia (R! Here, got his legs amputated by Ningning, a little surprise at the end), mindbreak, drugging, forced-creampie, and blood-drinking, probably more...
Your eyes began to twitch, and your breath hitched. You've already lost a lot of blood after Ningning amputated your legs, and now she's using you...
Removing the gauze, she frees your limp cock from the thin fabric.
"You're so big, even though you're not hard yet..."
Her hands then rubbed your limp cock as you struggled on the table she pinned your thighs on.
"P—Please... Ning, stop..."
You cried, you were lay down, your hands tied.
She had touched you for an entire minute now, yet you haven't got hard.
"What the fuck is this?!"
She grabbed your cock, her grip made your cock turn red—it was bruising...
"I-I'm sorry, I ca-"
She lets go of your cock and left you, thought she was done with you, but no.
She brought a syringe full of orange liquid, her smile then reached her eyes, she looked at you like you were some kind of food who's ready to be eaten.
"A little of this wouldn't hurt... Well, I am gonna inject the whole thing."
She giggled as she proceeded to stab you with the syringe on your neck.
You felt the liquid surge through your veins.
Everything felt blurry and hot.
You started to sweat... you're sweating so much, to the point that it started dripping onto your fresh wounds.
Then, without warning, Ningning sank her teeth in harder. The sharp burst of pain made your whole body jerk violently.
"N—Ning, what the fu—"
Her empty hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your protest.
"Shh… You taste so fucking good," she whispered, her voice thick with hunger.
Her eyes dragged up and down your helpless form like a predator savoring its prey.
Bruises and fresh bite marks bloomed across your neck, throbbing in time with your racing pulse.
Yet even that pain paled in comparison to the constant, phantom agony screaming from your amputated thigh.
"NING! AGH—WAIT, IT HURTS!" you screamed against her palm.
She only giggled, a soft, delighted sound that made your blood run colder. Warmth trickled down your neck where her teeth had broken skin. Blood. Your blood.
She cupped your face with both hands and yanked your head toward her. Sweat slicked her forehead.
Her lips and chin were smeared crimson—your crimson.
"Mmm… Fucking delicious," she sighed dreamily before crashing her mouth onto yours.
Her tongue invaded without mercy, forcing you to taste the metallic tang of your own blood.
It was revolting, foreign, and sickeningly intimate.
She pulled back just enough to glance downward, scowling.
"You’re not even hard yet?" Her hips rolled deliberately against your crotch, grinding with clear frustration.
Her hand pressed firmly over your limp cock. "N-Ning… stop, I'm bleeding, ple—ngghh!"
Your thigh stumps had reopened, bleeding heavily from the strain, but she ignored it completely.
With impatient fingers, she tore away the gauze that had been binding your cock, letting the heavy length flop free.
"Shit… You’re still so big even when soft," she murmured, biting her lower lip.
Her fingers traced the sensitive head with deceptive gentleness.
"Maybe if I can’t get you hard like this… something else will."
She slipped away for a moment and returned holding a small box.
The faint clink of glass vials sounded from inside, and resting on top was a large syringe, its barrel already filled to the absolute brim with a cloudy, potent-looking liquid.
“N-Ning… what are you doing?” you gulped, voice hoarse with rising dread as she set the box beside your head.
Ningning’s eyes gleamed with manic excitement.
She didn’t bother measuring or diluting.
She simply drew every last drop from the vial into the syringe until it was dangerously full, far beyond any safe dosage.
"This is going to make you feel so good, baby," she cooed, tapping the syringe to clear the air bubbles.
"Even if you don’t want to… your body won’t have a choice."
You tried to twist away, but with no legs left and your arms still restrained from earlier, there was nowhere to go.
She straddled your waist, pinning you down with surprising strength.
Her free hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head to the side to expose your neck—right beside the bleeding bite marks.
The needle pierced your skin without hesitation.
A sharp sting bloomed into a deep, burning ache as she slammed the plunger down, flooding your bloodstream with the entire syringe of powerful aphrodisiac in one brutal injection.
"There we go…" she whispered hotly against your ear, twisting the needle slightly for emphasis before pulling it free.
"All of it. Every last drop."
You struggled, the restrain on your wrist began to get tighter as each struggle, you unknowingly tigthen them.
At first—nothing. Then the heat hit like wildfire.
"Aagh! Shit! F-Fuck! P-Please... It burns!"
Your veins ignited.
Your heart hammered violently against your ribs as the drug tore through your system.
Sweat broke out across your chest. Your skin flushed crimson.
A violent, and an uncontrollable throb pulsed through your groin despite the pain still radiating from your stump.
Your cock twitched, then swelled rapidly—growing thicker, harder, and painfully erect within seconds, veins standing out prominently along the shaft.
Ningning watched with rapt fascination, licking the blood from her lips.
"Look at that… already leaking for me." Her fingers wrapped around your newly hardened length, stroking slowly as pre-cum dripped down her hand.
"I knew you’d get nice and desperate. Even if you try to fight it… your cock knows who it belongs to."
She leaned down, pressing a bloody kiss to your collarbone as the aphrodisiac continued to ravage your body—heightening every sensation, turning pain into twisted pleasure, and making your amputated stumps throb in time with your frantic heartbeat.
"This is mine now," she murmured sweetly, positioning herself above your aching cock.
"And I’m going to fuck this until your stupid man-brain begs me to continue fucking your worthless cock."
"Ahh! F-Fuck, N-Ning, I don’t… want this! Please!" Your voice cracked desperately, trembling with raw terror as her tight, soaked pussy continued to milk your throbbing cock even in the brief moments she stilled.
The powerful drug turned every involuntary clench of her inner walls into agonizing ecstasy, forcing unwanted waves of pleasure through this shattered body of yours.
"That’s not the answer I’m looking for," She replied coldly, her eyes narrowing with pure contempt. Without mercy, she slammed her hips down—hard, burying your entire length inside her in one vicious thrust.
"AGHH! Y-Yes… your pussy is b-better… please, Ning! I’m begging you!" you cried out, hot tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as fresh agony detonated through your bleeding thigh stumps.
The blood was everywhere now—warm, sticky, and spreading rapidly beneath you in a horrifying, glistening puddle that reeked of copper and shame.
Ningning’s lips curled into a cruel, satisfied smirk.
"Good boy." She began riding you with brutal thoroughness, her hips rolling and slamming down repeatedly.
The wet, obscene sounds of her slick pussy devouring your cock mixed with the sickening squelch of your blood shifting under your stumps with every punishing drop.
Each impact sent sharp, burning agony shooting through the remnants of your thighs, the relentless phantom pain in your missing legs howling louder amid the chaos.
She fucked you like she hated you—primal, lustful, and vicious.
Her nails raked down your chest, carving angry red lines as she leaned forward, her blood-stained mouth hovering near your ear, her hot breath ragged against your skin.
"You blocked me," she growled between heavy breaths, grinding her swollen clit harshly against your base while your cock remained buried deep inside her velvet heat.
"In every single platform. Instagram, Twitter, even fucking Discord. Like I was some kind of disease you needed to erase."
She slammed down harder, making your stumps throb violently as fresh blood pulsed faster from the torn wounds. You screamed in raw terror and pain, your voice hoarse and fracturing.
"And then you spread all my shit to my friends? Told them I was crazy? Possessive? That I was the damn problem!?" Her voice cracked with jealous rage, eyes blazing.
"You made me look like a fucking psycho while you ran off with a new bitch. I could’ve fixed it, you know. If you had just opened up instead of ghosting me like a coward… I would’ve fixed everything. I would’ve been better for you."
Her pace grew even more punishing, riding your bleeding, drugged body with feral intensity.
Sweat dripped from her forehead onto your chest, mixing with the metallic scent of your blood that now filled the air thickly.
The slick heat of her pussy gripped you relentlessly, squeezing and rippling around your hypersensitive length.
"But it’s too late now. What’s done is done. You threw me away. So now I get to keep you like this—legless, helpless, bleeding all over my bed while your cock stays pathetically hard for me."
Terror gripped you completely.
Your body shook uncontrollably beneath her as you broke down into desperate, frightened sobs.
"Ning… please! I’m scared… it hurts so much! I’m bleeding everywhere—please stop! I’ll do anything! Anything you want! Just… just please end this! I can’t take it anymore! I’m begging you, Ning! Let me go… I’ll never leave you again, I swear! Just stop, please! I’m so fucking scared!"
"Shut the fuck up," she snapped, slapping your face hard before grabbing your jaw with bruising force.
She forced you to look directly into her wild eyes while she kept fucking you relentlessly, her hips slamming down with cruel, wet force.
"You don’t get to beg. Not after what you did to me. Feel that?" She clenched her pussy around you tightly, milking your cock as more thick blood oozed from your ruined stumps, soaking the sheets further.
"That’s your punishment. I want you, humiliated. I want you to remember how you left me broken… while I fuck you until you’re nothing but a bleeding, leaking mess who cums for his psychotic ex, that's what you want right?" Her mouth close to your ears, you can feel the anger and jealousy in the way she leaned and have her lips so close to you…
"You like proving yourself right, right?! Now, you got yourself a true psychotic ex, just how you fucking like it." Her hips deepens your length inside her, making you probe her cervix roughly.
The discomfort was unbearable.
Your stumps burned and throbbed wetly with every brutal bounce, the constant warm flow of blood making you feel dizzy, lightheaded, and disgustingly weak.
The aphrodisiac kept your cock painfully swollen and hypersensitive, forcing humiliating waves of pleasure that clashed violently with the searing torment, deepening your shame and fear.
You felt completely pathetic—reduced to a crying, bleeding, broken toy for her revenge, terrified that this nightmare would never end.
Ningning’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she rode you faster, chasing her own release while watching you suffer. "That’s it… bleed for me, slut."
You were slowly losing your grip on consciousness.
The bleeding from your thigh stumps wasn’t violently gushing, but the steady trickle was enough to make you feel yourself slipping away—lightheaded, cold, and growing weaker with every passing second.
The warm, sticky pool beneath you had grown larger, soaking into the mattress and clinging to your skin like a deathly embrace.
“Hey, no fucking sleeping.” Ningning’s sharp slap cracked across your face, jolting you back to painful awareness. Your eyes fluttered open, wide with terror.
“N-Ning… I’m losing… too much blood… help…”
Each word was a laboured struggle, your voice thin and trembling. Every brutal thrust she delivered made your ruined stumps throb and seep fresh blood, worsening the slow drain on your life.
“Like I fucking care,” she hissed, her hips slamming down onto your cock with even more savage force.
Her soaked pussy clenched around you greedily, milking your drugged length without mercy. “I hope you die getting fucked by me.”
Her words hit like ice water straight to your heart.
Your pulse skyrocketed in pure panic, terror flooding every inch of your fading body.
She didn’t care.
She genuinely didn’t care if you bled out right here, impaled on her cunt. This wasn’t just revenge anymore—it was something far darker.
She wanted you broken, used, and possibly gone forever.
“No… no, please!” you cried out frantically, sheer survival instinct kicking in.
You tried desperately to twist and buck her off, your remaining strength pouring into useless struggles.
Your arms pulled weakly against their restraints, your torso jerking beneath her, but it was all futile.
With both legs amputated and your body drained of blood, you were nothing more than a helpless, bleeding fucktoy pinned beneath her.
Ningning laughed—a low, cruel, almost unhinged sound—as she grabbed your throat with one hand and squeezed just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
She leaned down close, her sweat-slicked face hovering inches from yours, eyes burning with primal hatred and twisted lust.
“You think you can get away? After everything you did to me?” She ground her hips in slow, deep circles, forcing your hypersensitive cock to rub against every inch of her dripping walls.
“I don’t give a fuck if you die tonight. In fact… it might be better this way. You’ll never leave me again. You’ll never block me. Never replace me with another whore. You’ll just bleed out while your cock stays hard inside me… like the pathetic, disloyal ex you are.”
The fear was suffocating now. Your breaths came in short, panicked gasps.
The room spun slightly as more blood leaked steadily from your stumps, the metallic scent thick in the air.
The aphrodisiac still raged through your veins, keeping your cock painfully swollen and throbbing with unwanted pleasure even as death whispered closer.
Every slam of her hips sent fresh waves of burning pain through your thighs while forcing humiliating spikes of ecstasy through your groin.
You were terrified—truly, deeply terrified—that this was the end.
That she would ride you until your heart gave out, until the last drop of blood and cum left your body, all while she chased her own twisted orgasm.
"Please… Ning… I’ll do anything… I’m begging you… don’t let me die like this…" Your voice was barely a whisper now, broken and hoarse, tears mixing with the sweat on your face.
But Ningning only smiled darkly, picking up her brutal rhythm again, fucking you harder as if your fear and fading life only made her wetter.
"That’s right… keep begging while you bleed for me, slut."
You were fading fast, vision blurring at the edges as the steady trickle of blood continued to drain from your ruined thigh stumps.
The metallic scent hung heavy in the air, mixing with sweat and sex.
Ningning suddenly slowed her brutal riding, her hips stilling as she glanced down between your bodies.
A flicker of irritation crossed her face—not out of mercy, but pure possession.
"Tch… You’re not dying yet," she muttered coldly. She lifted herself off your still-hard cock with a wet pop, your length slapping heavily against your stomach, glistening with her juices.
In a swift, almost clinical motion, she grabbed fresh gauze and bandages from the side table.
She pressed the thick pads firmly against both bleeding stumps, wrapping them tight and fast with practised efficiency.
The pressure stung sharply, forcing a weak whimper from your throat, but the bleeding slowed to a faint seep.
"There. That should hold for now," she said flatly, giving the bandages one last harsh tug.
Before you could even catch your breath, Ningning climbed off the bed and returned with a thick, black strap-on harness already secured around her hips.
The massive, veined silicone dildo jutted out aggressively—far too thick and long.
Your eyes widened in pure horror.
"Wait, N-Ning… no… please… not that…" you whispered hoarsely, voice cracking with terror.
"I’m too weak… I’m still bleeding… please, I’ll do anything… I promise!"
She ignored your desperate pleas. With frightening strength, she gripped your waist firmly with both hands and yanked your body into position.
Her fingers then shifted, digging painfully into the soft, sensitive flesh of your upper thighs—right where they ended just above the freshly bandaged stumps.
The pressure made the wounds throb violently beneath the gauze as she forced your legs apart and upward.
You screamed as she pressed the blunt, oversized head of the strap-on against your tight, unprepared hole.
"Ning! Please! It’s going to tear me— AGHHH!"
She thrust forward without mercy, forcing the thick dildo deep into your ass in one brutal, unrelenting push.
The stretch was excruciating, tearing a raw, broken cry from your throat as your body tried uselessly to resist the massive intrusion.
Every thick inch felt like fire splitting you open, while her strong grip on your upper thighs sent fresh jolts of searing pain through your bandaged stumps.
“Fucking hell… take it all,” Ningning growled, her voice thick with primal lust and vengeful satisfaction.
She held your waist tightly again before shifting her hands back to your upper thighs, using the tender flesh just above your stumps as leverage.
She began fucking your ass with deep, punishing strokes—pulling you onto the massive strap-on with every thrust, her hips slamming forward relentlessly.
The wet squelch of the dildo stretching your insides mixed with the faint sound of blood slowly soaking through the fresh bandages once more.
Each brutal thrust made her fingers dig harder into your upper thighs, reopening the wounds further and sending waves of burning agony through what remained of your legs.
You sobbed uncontrollably, body shaking in terror and overwhelming pain.
“Please… Ning… it hurts so much! I can’t take it… I’m so scared… don't kill me like this… please stop! I’ll do anything! Just pull it out—ahh fuck—please! I’m begging you!”
But she only tightened her grip on your waist and upper thighs, fingers pressing cruelly into the sensitive skin right above your bleeding stumps, and drove the strap-on even deeper and faster.
She dragged the big head of the dildo on your prostate, probing it, as it instantly made your entire body uncontrollably shake as you came untouched on your stomach.
Some even reach on to your blood-stained mouth, and you tasted your humiliating release as she slowly drags her length slowly, pulling out as she holds your soft waist.
Her eyes burned with dark pleasure as she watched you break completely beneath her.
No arms. No legs. Just a pathetic, limbless torso lying helplessly on Ningning’s bed—four smooth, healed stumps all that remained of the man you once were.
The drugs, the pain, and the endless violations had hollowed you out until only a broken, leaking whore remained.
Ningning rode your cock with slow, deep, possessive rolls of her hips.
Her tight, dripping pussy swallowed every thick inch of your overstimulated length while her hands gripped your sensitive shoulder stumps like they belonged to her.
The constant aphrodisiacs kept you painfully hard, throbbing desperately inside her even as despair swallowed what was left of your mind.
"Ahh… Ning… please…" you whimpered, voice frail and trembling.
"It’s too much… I can’t… slow down…"
You don't beg her to stop anymore... you only beg her to slow down, you were already gone at that point.
Her smile turned dark and sinister as she leaned in close.
Without breaking rhythm, she reached under the pillow and brought out a sleek, sharp knife. The cold blade pressed lightly against your throat, the edge kissing your skin as she continued riding you.
"Slow down?" she whispered, her voice a twisted mix of affection and cruelty.
"Why would I? You’re mine now… my sweet, limbless little toy. I loved you so much that I took everything from you — your arms, your legs, your freedom — just so you could never leave me again." She rolled her hips deeper, grinding her clit against your base while the knife stayed dangerously steady against your pulsing throat.
"If I ever get bored of you…" she murmured softly, almost lovingly, "I might just press this knife a little deeper while you’re cumming inside me. Feel you twitch and bleed out as my perfect ex finally gives me everything. Wouldn’t that be romantic? Dying with your cock still buried in the pussy you betrayed?"
Terror flooded your broken mind. You believed her completely.
Thick ropes of cum erupted violently from your cock, flooding deep into her pussy as your limbless body convulsed helplessly beneath her.
Your healed stumps jerked and twitched pathetically.
Tears streamed down your face while broken, desperate sounds spilled from your lips.
"Guhhh—ahhn! Nooo—p-pleeease… don’t kill—haaa… meee… I-I’ll be your whore forever—mmmnnngh! Slow—ahh! Please slow—nghhhaaa—don’t get bored of me—guhhh… too deep—c-can’t—ahhnngg!"
Your mushy brain could only produce pathetic, slutty gibberish as you came hard, still begging for your life between moans.
"P-pleee… Ning—haaa… n-not kill—ahhn! I love—guuhh… your pussy—mmph—slow down—fuuuuck—ahhhh! I’ll do—anything—don’t—end me—ngghhaaa! Please… love you… don’t… knife…"
Ningning’s eyes softened with a sick kind of tenderness even as she kept riding you through your shattering orgasm, milking every drop from your twitching cock.
The knife stayed pressed against your throat—a cold, constant reminder.
"Shhh… my good boy," she whispered gently, almost sweetly, while still fucking you.
"I won’t kill you today… as long as you keep crying and cumming so beautifully for me. My precious, broken slut. And I actually, really, really love you like this."
She leaned down and kissed your tear-stained cheek, the blade never leaving your skin, as your mind drowned in a bitter haze of overwhelming pleasure, fear, and twisted dependency.
This was your forever now—a limbless whore, loved and threatened in equal measure, never knowing if each orgasm would be your last.
"I've taken all of my chances, and right now... I'll keep on taking them, whether you like it or not."
SYNOPSIS : I was hired to be a helper for AESPA, so I was standing behind the cameras as they film. Waiting to be needed, until the director yelled cut for a break/progression check; While he turn around looking at me and told me to do my job, which was to keep her energy, that was needed for the video, the same between shoots.
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The mood that I was suppose to have Ningning keep was sexually confident & sassy; But I was lost & confused when the directed told me this, and he lost this on my face. So he raised his tone and became more aggressive, suggesting to
"fuck her to keep her confidences up when it came to how hot she was."
Doing this to force me to act quickly, as he pointed towards her manager, showing me, I got approval as he tapped me on the back; Hyping me up, telling me
"to go own her and this is a chance to treat an idol like a fuck doll."
As I walked up to Ningning, I heard the director whisper under his breath in a hush tone.
"Poor kid! I know a pent up cock hungry slut when I see one! That boi one won't last long! At least he'll have a story to tell and hopefully NingNing will be okay for the rest of the filming."
As I heard that, I tried to walk away but Ningning already spotted me walking up to her. She made it sure, I knew she was making eye contacted with me; While she panned her eyes down to my cock, which was already hard enough to leave a print in my pants. As she looked back up at me with a smirk her face. So at this point couldn't walk away and just had to see it through at this point.
NINGNING : "They hire you, huh! So how are you going to help me? Are you going to use that big thing??"
While she just stared at me with a smirk, noticing my panic in my eyes and how I gulped; Because I thought she knew already and this was just part of the job.
ME : "uummmmum... you don't know? Isn't this part of the procedure?...am I not doing what I'm suppose to do?? I'm sorry I'm new!....ummmumm.. well.."
Didn't want to push it on her and come off as a pervert, so I was trying to cover my hard cock with my hands & legs; While I felt my face turning red until I saw she was giggling, realizing she was just pranking me.
NINGNING : ..giggling..."Relax! It's normal! I mean it's still your choice on how to help me! But helping me with a hard big cock isn't out of the norm! So if you going to using that big thing, you gotta be more assertive, after all gotta help me keep that "Whole Different Animal" Energy! Can you do that!?"
I realize it was time to man up, even though it might be clumsy, I gotta show her I can claim her slutty ass and make her beg for more. So I took a deep breath & exhale as I stepped to her face and shove my dick all over her mouth, had her reaching for it like a cat with a toy.
ME : " We will see! But first lets give you a taste, and get you nice & comfortable with what's going to be inside you forcefully spreading open all your holes!"
Ningning dropped her mouth and caught it in with her bottom lip, as she created seal with her upper lip around my shaft; Ningning gripped it at the base with her hand. She started to move her oval shaped lips up & down my cock, bobbing her head and after her cheeks were sucked in; She would exhale producing a bunch of saliva and combine with her hand, griping my cock, she pushed the saliva up with strokes of her hand into her mouth; Slurping it back up as she moved her mouth up to my tip, while wrapping her tongue around it in a circular motion spreading her saliva around it; As she dove her head back down gagging on it, and repeating it filling the room up with slurping wet sounds. Her wet warm mouth had me throwing my head back closing my eyes, getting lost in the sensation of her lips, saliva, and her hand. I snap back and looked down to see Ningning with widened tearful eyes look up at me; As she left thick messy strings of saliva just to have her mouth & hand make them disappear. I started to hear the room getting filled by people's whisper, as I looked around and saw them either side eyeing but pretend not to, or some were straight forward and stood there staring. So I looked down as I was pulling out of Ningning's mouth leaving her with her mouth open wide and tongue hanging out. While I tilted her head back, having her look straight at me!
ME : "You got the people's attention now! So I guess it about time to put on a better show"
As I left her with a smile on her face and eyes filled with mischievousness, while I made my way behind her lining my dick with nice tight pussy slit! I was giving a sense of confidence, but in reality I wasn't sure if I could handle her; Much less give her unapologetic confidence with the way I fuck her, but at this point I just took another deep breath and pushed my dick through her tight pussy.
I was clumsy, as I fought through the tightness of Ningning's pussy, and the need to immediately cum in her warm pussy grip. Until finally I felt her ass rub against my pelvis, because her pussy took my entire cock. Making me finally exhale, as I was leaning over Ningning's body supporting myself with my stretched out arms in front of us. While I was panting trying to catch my breath; I heard Ningning breath become shallow to the point of almost non-existent. Until it looked like she got comfortable with her pussy filled with dick.
NINGNING : "Wow! Baby you're so deep in!! I know you can hang in there!!! I don't know if it was beginners luck, since it's your first day, but you hit the right spot! Now try pulling back and thrust forward so you can keep tapping that spot!!!"
I struggled to pull back from her tight pussy, but was able to manage to do what she told me; Slowly moving my hips back & forth pounding her pussy; With an agonizing pace, fighting the urge to cum as Ningning's breathing turn into a deep moan every time I thrusted.
NINGNING : "....mmmhhh that's it baby!!!...uuuhhmm.. you hitting the spot just keep going!!! just right there!!"
Looking around, I saw how everybody just gave up the act, and stood there watching; Some would even be stroking themselves over their pants.
NINGNING : "You doing such a great job!!! Your dick is so amazing!!! I can feel every inch of it inside my pussy!! It's so big!!! And it's stretching me so wide!!! "
From Ningning's words combine with how people looked like they were in a trance, with the way they were staring at Ningning. I realize that I was the one gaining confidence from fucking. I wasn't a fan of that, having such amazing opportunity and not living up to it. So mental I changed gears and chose to make the most of this opportunity, because who knows, I might just end up getting Ningning addicted to this dick. With that goal in my mind, I started to pick up the pace of my thrusting. Tapping against Ningning's sweet spot with a faster & stronger strength. Filling the air with wet clapping sounds from her ass bouncing off of my pelvis, combine with her soft deep moaning. As I leaned over her and I commanding voice tease her on how great her body was.
ME : "Look at you sounding like a professional slut!!! Makes me think are you even an idol or are you slut!! Because this tight pussy of yours is milking this big dick mine!!! Making wanna just accept being a father, you fucking slut!!!"
As I followed my words with spanking her ass, grasping her cheek and pulling on it; Exposing her tight brown tinted pucker hole and ending with another spanking. From how she looked back at me, I could tell Ningning loved it. She then started to throw it back and bounce on it meeting my pelvis.
NINGNING : "Yeah!!! You love this tight pussy, don't you? I can feel how your dick is throbbing, just wanting to squirt all that juice cum of yours in this slutty pussy!!! Go ahead become a dad!! I might just enjoy getting to train this dick!!!"
I kinda got a little frustrated with how hot she had become, with the way she was looking back at me & how her ass jiggled; From the recoil of bouncing on my dick as I thrusted it deep into her pussy. So to tease her even more, I started to rub her asshole with two of my coted with saliva fingers, feeling every wrinkle on her brown tinted shit hole she called her asshole.
ME : "Don't think this little shit hole of yours didn't catch my eye! You even making this look so dam tasty & edible!! With the way shaking your ass!!!"
As I forcefully spread her asshole with the pressure of my finger, causing it to slip in. Which I took as a chance to curve my finger and hook it on the inside of her muscle ring, as I moved said finger in circular motion. This cause Ningning to inhale as her mouth dropped from the sudden pleasure of her asshole getting suddenly penetrated; But this didn't stop her from bouncing on my cock.
NINGNING : "Am I fucking you so hard you loosing your mind! Looking at my butthole as being tasty!! Fine, go ahead!! I'm not going to stop you!!! I haven't gotten my ass eaten out since our personal celebration party for debuting!!!"
While she added a little extra movements in the way she jiggle her ass, but before I did, I made sure she knows what she's asking for! So while she kept bouncing on my cock I stopped thrusting and just started to find a rhythm with my spanking! As I responded to her teasing out loud, to were everybody heard.
ME : "So you are ok with getting your ass eaten out in front of all these people watching you!"
As I directed her attention to everybody in the room, and having her see how everybody is staring at her; With some still even stroke their cocks over their pants.
ME : " Look there's even some men wanting to stuff these premiere slutty holes of yours!"
Ningning could only look in utter disbelief as I grabbed her chin, and had her face what was somewhat a mirror. It was still good enough to provide a reflection for Ningning to see her slutty self. Which got her even more turned on, because as soon as her eyes landed on her reflection I could feel her pussy tightening up.
ME : "Look at that! You see that? You see how much a slut that women in the reflection is! That same women was to get her delicious looking shit hole stuffed with a tongue, from a guy she doesn't even know that well, and in front of a group of people at her workplace!"
As I pulled out, putting my in between her ass, while using my tongue to trace rim of her asshole. Which send chills up Ningning's spine, while she was enamored with the facial expressions she saw herself make. As dipped my tongue in her asshole, forcing her muscle ring to open and wrap around my tongue. While in her ass it move in a circular motion just like my fingers did a few seconds ago; Causing the entrance part of rectum to become wet, and as I pulled out, I spat on her asshole making it wet on the outside.
ME : " It looks like your ass is ready now!! But are you ready to become my anal slut in front of everybody? And have your ass forcefully spread open by this big thick cock of mine!"
While I was slapping her wet asshole with the tip of my dick, which was covered with precum. That was getting spread around Ningning's muscle ring as I was slapping it. All she was able to do was look up as she takes big gulp and nods in agreement.
ME : " GOOD GIRL!!!"
As with one stroke I thrusted deep into her ass, making her let out a long deep moan. I didn't give her time to adjust, because as soon as I was balls deep in her ass, I pulled back her arms and lean back. Making me be laying on my back and Ningning seating on my cock with her asshole stretch thin around it, and her ass filled with my cock; Because the repositioning made my dick go even deeper in her rectum. Allowing me to feel the heat & tightness of her ass even more.
In this position Ningning got a perfect clear view of the reflection of the state that I left pussy in, while also getting to see her asshole being spread thin around my cock. As I reach down to grab hips, I started to thrust upward into her ass. While I used the hold I had on her hips to control her body, and have her slam down on me. This made her body have micro shakes through out it while her asshole was going up & down my cock. Having her look like lifeless sex doll with the way her body was moving combine with how reactionary she was, moaning with every inch that was coming in & out of her ass. These sounds & view had me about to cum, so to finish her off I sat up with one hand still on her hip, the other one wrapped around her; With my fingers going in & out of pussy as my thumb rubbed her clit. While I whispered in her ear.
ME : "Go ahead baby cum!!! Cum from your ass getting stretch & filled up by a cock!!! In front of the entire crew...Go ahead everybody is waited no judgement for how slutty you are!!!"
That's when I felt her ass tighten around my cock and squeezed it, causing me to squirt my cum into her warm tight rectum; Filling it up to the point were it came out of Ningning's ass as creamy substances. Which is when she reached behind me held me down by the back of my neck, as she let out a high pitch moan while her hips curved upwards; As she squirted all over the place creating a few puddles, and with her body finally relaxed and let go of all the tension leaving her body to rest on me; While she was panting as she was trying to catch her breath, gave me an idea of one last thing I can do. So I announced the puddles that Ningning made with fluids know good & well what was going to happen next.
ME : "Guys she made a mess!! We need to clean it up before we can start shooting again!!!"
Females & males alike all started to run towards the mess, some had cleaning supplies in their hands but no one used them. They all cleaned the the mess up by either using their tongues, or soaking their fingers in it and sucking them. Witnessing this sight in front of us, I whisper in Ningning's ear.
ME : " Look at them!!! Acting like starving animals!! All just to get a direct taste of your fluids!!! Using their fingers some even licking it straight off the floor!! To get a taste of you!!!"
Then I turned to see her facial expression, realizing I did my job; Because now Ningning had this wide smile on her face accompanied with a piercing look in her eyes. As if she finally got a taste of the power she always had over people.
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