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i go by she/her pronouns — although i am genderfluid

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aren’t you tired..? - matz

fem!hwa hcs - multi-ship

#xlov ꫂ ၴႅၴ

‘but you said you loved me..’ k.h x m!r

#drafts / coming out soon

‘i would give anything just to be your everything’ 2ho - ateez

[hxrusita]

“but you said you loved me..” kato haru x male reader (18+)

# this fic contains topics of : cursing, internalized homophobia, closeted homosexuality, forcefully coming out, haru is questioning himself, sexual idealization at times, usage of f-slur, fighting, homophobic parents, reader is closeted but loves haru, best friends to enemies, angst, etc maybe (2k)

# small note for my readers : please remember this is in no way a reflection of kato haru as a person, as he is a loving person and has shown support for the queer community (as well as the other members) remember this is fiction and no i do not headcanon haru as something like this

now playing » [casual - chappell roan] «

0:25 ─〇───── 3:52

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

the last few weeks have been hell to say the least. you’ve been “casually” hooking up with your best friends for the last few months and recently you started feeling abnormal towards him, like you couldn’t describe why you craved him outside of the sex.

of course you hung out, you shared everything, same interest, same friend group – everything. but you wanted him on a more intimate level not just,, as a friend or a casual hookup.

you asked haru to come over today, saying you just wanted to hang out — but when the japanese man walked into your apartment he could tell something was wrong.

you were timid around him when he asked little things like, “well what do you wanna do? we can play on the game, or make music together" he’d ramble on but you wouldn’t get a full sentence out and he flat out asked, “what’s wrong with you?”

you froze, unexpected but he wasn’t wrong for asking that. you were acting like he was a stranger, not the same guy you’ve known all these years — “nothing”, a lie.

he looked at you, suspicious, confused but he dropped it. “alright”, but he sounded reluctant. like he wanted to ask more but couldn’t, not wanting to overcross a boundary — but what was considered a boundary when you’ve already fucked your beat friend?

you two hung out that day, it was as usual, but when it came time for haru to leave, he didn’t — your roommate returned home though, seeing haru and raised an eyebrow at you.

your roommate was the only person who knew, he knew you had a crush on haru, he knew you were gay, he knew you were in the closet. — but the tension between you two, god you could cut it with a knife.

it was frustrating, watching you two dance around the obvious topic that was so easy to just admit — or so he thought.

that night haru was in your room with you, you two were kissing — simple, something you did occasionally but you pulled back which made him question you again, “what’s wrong with you today?” he wasn’t mad, hell he had no reason to, but he was worried.

“i need to tell you something, i can’t..” you sighed, sitting up properly, back resting against the headboard, “i can’t just pretend like it’s not there.. like i don’t feel this way”

haru looked at you, a raised eyebrow, confused again, and slightly concerned. “what are you talking about?” — it was inevitable now, you had to say it. that or embarrass yourself.

“i think i’m..” you hesitated, watching haru’s expression harden, like he knew what you were about to say. “i think i like you..” he got up, putting his shirt back on. — guess you chose to embarrass yourself even though you confessed.

you felt a pang in your chest, a hurt that you couldn’t describe that mixed with the embarrassment knowing that haru didn’t want anything exclusive, he didn’t want a relationship. just someone he can be with whenever he needed it.

“where are you going?” you asked and he stopped midway of buckling his jeans, a glare of disgust on his face.

“i’m not fucking gay.” he muttered, like the whole idea of it was revolting to him. like it made his skin crawl, like you called him something so sickening no one would ever fathom the idea of it.

he walked out after this, leaving you frozen. you couldn’t process what happened, you couldn’t grasp the reality that who you were just kissing, who said he loved you when it was just you two was switching up and being so.. weird to you.

you texted him after he left, but he never replied back to you, and you gave him space, knowing he needed time.

the next week, you returned to school and you saw him, and a girl? — you normally minded your business, but you couldn’t look away as you watched them act like a couple, it made you sick to your stomach.

you loved haru, and he knew you did, but you weren’t out to anyone due to the fear of possibly being disowned. you two hadn’t spoken since that day, you tried reaching out but to no avail.

you looked away from them, texting haru again, “please, just meet me in the courtyard during lunch” you texted then shut off your phone, walking off to class.

later comes, and he’s in the courtyard, waiting for you. he was conflicted about what to do, but to you it came off like he didn’t wanna be there — when you walked up to him the first thing that spilled out was an apology and a request.

“i’m really sorry about that day.. just please don’t tell anyone” you’d ask, the way you sounded strangely made his heart feel weird, an unusual guilt eating at him.

he played it off though, just shrugging, “okay” and you nod, before walking away. you knew that'd be the last time you two would ever interact, but came the night of a party you both got invited to, one thing led to another and yet again, you woke up to haru beside you in bed.

this time you were the first to get up, getting dressed but before you could grab your shirt you felt haru tugging at you by your boxers, “stay here..” he mumbled, half asleep.

you wanted to believe he actually wanted you there, but he was still asleep, you just moved from his grasp, continuing to dress yourself.

when you put on your shirt he spoke again, “where are you going?” he sounded almost hurt, guilt seeping through his voice, creating a vulnerable mixture.

“home” you replied, simple. it wasn’t a lie, haru could only look at you, wanting to say more but scared for some reason, like he couldn’t verbalize whatever he wanted to say. “get home safe”

you were in disbelief, watching as he got up and got dressed himself, now he wasn’t looking at you, checking his phone and texting someone back.

you walked out, going back to your apartment. later that day, you received a call from your mom, she was asking you to come home for the weekend and you did — but haru was there.

you walked in, seeing the glare in your father’s eyes once he saw you. “sit, son.” he muttered, tone disgusted almost. you noticed the slight smirk on haru’s face, but you don't think much into it.

you sat down, feeling awkward, you looked at your dad, a scared swallow before you spoke, “uh.. why’d you call me over?” you watched as his jaw clenched before he spoke — “haru here told us some.. news.”

you felt your heart drop, a fear growing in your body. your parents were heavily homophobic, it was beyond ignorance. they weren’t even under the umbrella of not possibly understanding homosexuality, they never bothered to learn or attempt to educate themselves on anything of the culture of being queer.

they just hated people of the community, saying disgusting things about them, even raising you to be “normal” to have heterotic expectations in life, nothing more or what they consider abnormal or weird, strange, disgusting, different.

“what news?” you asked, careful, scared to the say the least. your dad glared between you and haru before speaking, “you’re a fucking f*****” he said, making you freeze, but your mother was just so normal — cutting the pie like he didn’t just say that.

you noticed haru’s body go rigid, his own heart dropping at the hatred in your father’s tone when he said that word. a shaky breath left you, opening your mouth to try to defend but he spoke again.

“you know what they do to people like you weirdos? they kill ‘em, it’s not normal — not morally correct.” your dad stated, casually cutting into the pie. your hands clenched into fists at your sides, looking at him.

“morally incorrect?” you scoffed, but it was disbelief, “how is it morally incorrect?” and he looked at you, nodding, “haven’t i told you since you were young? those.. gay people, they’re sick in the head. have some type of weird disease or somethin’” he muttered, not giving a clear answer.

“disease?” you asked and he looked at you, not backing down, “yeah, somethin’s wrong with ‘em, they think loving a man is normal but that’s not what the bible said — homosexuality is a sinful thing, boy” he said, taking a bite of the pie.

your eyes darted to your mother, she hadn’t said a word this whole time, but once her eyes met yours she finally spoke, a gentle condescending tone, “your father’s not wrong honey, but we’ll love you regardless” but your father was quick to speak, “we?” he scoffed, “he can burn in hell on his own”

you looked at haru again then back at your parents, finally deciding to ask, “how do you know i’m gay?” and your dad just gestured to haru, “wonderin’ why he’s here? he’s doing a good deed, you gay folk can’t accept when a straight man don't want you, huh?” he joked, chuckling — but no one laughed.

you stood up, unable to take anymore. you grabbed your coat, your keys, and walked to the door but haru followed you — “y/n, please don’t-“ you just looked at him, shaking your head.

“you outed me to my own parents, i confided in you, haru. for once i thought i could trust someone with something so.. important to me and you just..” you scoffed, “you spread it like it’s news. being gay in my family isn't as accepted as it is out in the world. they’re old fashion” you said about your parents.

he froze, eyes filling with guilt and he opened his mouth to apologize but you just shook your head, walking out the door. you avoided haru and every attempt he had to talk to you.

back at school, he played straight, like he didn’t ruin your life just a few days ago. like he didn’t sit there and listen to your father say what he said.

after watching him play normal for so long, one day when you went back home you sat on your bed, looking at the pills on your nightstand. you picked up the bottle, looking at the label. — it had been months since you last took these, but you felt like you needed them now.

you took one, laying on the bed and closing your eyes. you woke up the next morning, everything was silent, peaceful. that was until your phone rang, it was haru.

“y/n.. can we talk?” you didn’t want to but something inside you still loved him, you couldn’t stop it. “about what?” you replied, and he replied with something that made you freeze, breath hitching.

“i think i love you too” but you recovered quickly, hanging up on him.

he called again, you didn’t answer, then again, you didn’t answer.

again. no answer.

again. answer, but hung up only a second in.

again. no answer.

again. muted.

your phone lit up with his contact for hours until your phone died, you didn’t leave your bed that day, hell not even your room. you couldn’t process the fact that he would ruin your life the way that he did and come back and try to pretend like he didn’t.

you don’t answer him for months to say the least, hell you disappeared for the rest of the semester. only coming back a few days before the semester was over and haru had a boyfriend.

seeing this you could only scoff, but when he saw you, he also hated you — he felt like he waited months for nothing but his reason was so irrelevant compared to yours. you lost your relationship with your parents, your close friends, any close family you had all because haru didn’t wanna be outed so he let your life get ruined just to come out with a boyfriend only a few months after fucking you over.

fucking ironic.

taglist . . 💭 @ruidupoison

previously worked on . . 💭

[hxrusita]

“but you said you loved me..” kato haru x male reader (18+)

# this fic contains topics of : cursing, internalized homophobia, closeted homosexuality, forcefully coming out, haru is questioning himself, sexual idealization at times, usage of f-slur, fighting, homophobic parents, reader is closeted but loves haru, best friends to enemies, angst, etc maybe (2k)

# small note for my readers : please remember this is in no way a reflection of kato haru as a person, as he is a loving person and has shown support for the queer community (as well as the other members) remember this is fiction and no i do not headcanon haru as something like this

now playing » [casual - chappell roan] «

0:25 ─〇───── 3:52

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

the last few weeks have been hell to say the least. you’ve been “casually” hooking up with your best friends for the last few months and recently you started feeling abnormal towards him, like you couldn’t describe why you craved him outside of the sex.

of course you hung out, you shared everything, same interest, same friend group – everything. but you wanted him on a more intimate level not just,, as a friend or a casual hookup.

you asked haru to come over today, saying you just wanted to hang out — but when the japanese man walked into your apartment he could tell something was wrong.

you were timid around him when he asked little things like, “well what do you wanna do? we can play on the game, or make music together" he’d ramble on but you wouldn’t get a full sentence out and he flat out asked, “what’s wrong with you?”

you froze, unexpected but he wasn’t wrong for asking that. you were acting like he was a stranger, not the same guy you’ve known all these years — “nothing”, a lie.

he looked at you, suspicious, confused but he dropped it. “alright”, but he sounded reluctant. like he wanted to ask more but couldn’t, not wanting to overcross a boundary — but what was considered a boundary when you’ve already fucked your beat friend?

you two hung out that day, it was as usual, but when it came time for haru to leave, he didn’t — your roommate returned home though, seeing haru and raised an eyebrow at you.

your roommate was the only person who knew, he knew you had a crush on haru, he knew you were gay, he knew you were in the closet. — but the tension between you two, god you could cut it with a knife.

it was frustrating, watching you two dance around the obvious topic that was so easy to just admit — or so he thought.

that night haru was in your room with you, you two were kissing — simple, something you did occasionally but you pulled back which made him question you again, “what’s wrong with you today?” he wasn’t mad, hell he had no reason to, but he was worried.

“i need to tell you something, i can’t..” you sighed, sitting up properly, back resting against the headboard, “i can’t just pretend like it’s not there.. like i don’t feel this way”

haru looked at you, a raised eyebrow, confused again, and slightly concerned. “what are you talking about?” — it was inevitable now, you had to say it. that or embarrass yourself.

“i think i’m..” you hesitated, watching haru’s expression harden, like he knew what you were about to say. “i think i like you..” he got up, putting his shirt back on. — guess you chose to embarrass yourself even though you confessed.

you felt a pang in your chest, a hurt that you couldn’t describe that mixed with the embarrassment knowing that haru didn’t want anything exclusive, he didn’t want a relationship. just someone he can be with whenever he needed it.

“where are you going?” you asked and he stopped midway of buckling his jeans, a glare of disgust on his face.

“i’m not fucking gay.” he muttered, like the whole idea of it was revolting to him. like it made his skin crawl, like you called him something so sickening no one would ever fathom the idea of it.

he walked out after this, leaving you frozen. you couldn’t process what happened, you couldn’t grasp the reality that who you were just kissing, who said he loved you when it was just you two was switching up and being so.. weird to you.

you texted him after he left, but he never replied back to you, and you gave him space, knowing he needed time.

the next week, you returned to school and you saw him, and a girl? — you normally minded your business, but you couldn’t look away as you watched them act like a couple, it made you sick to your stomach.

you loved haru, and he knew you did, but you weren’t out to anyone due to the fear of possibly being disowned. you two hadn’t spoken since that day, you tried reaching out but to no avail.

you looked away from them, texting haru again, “please, just meet me in the courtyard during lunch” you texted then shut off your phone, walking off to class.

later comes, and he’s in the courtyard, waiting for you. he was conflicted about what to do, but to you it came off like he didn’t wanna be there — when you walked up to him the first thing that spilled out was an apology and a request.

“i’m really sorry about that day.. just please don’t tell anyone” you’d ask, the way you sounded strangely made his heart feel weird, an unusual guilt eating at him.

he played it off though, just shrugging, “okay” and you nod, before walking away. you knew that'd be the last time you two would ever interact, but came the night of a party you both got invited to, one thing led to another and yet again, you woke up to haru beside you in bed.

this time you were the first to get up, getting dressed but before you could grab your shirt you felt haru tugging at you by your boxers, “stay here..” he mumbled, half asleep.

you wanted to believe he actually wanted you there, but he was still asleep, you just moved from his grasp, continuing to dress yourself.

when you put on your shirt he spoke again, “where are you going?” he sounded almost hurt, guilt seeping through his voice, creating a vulnerable mixture.

“home” you replied, simple. it wasn’t a lie, haru could only look at you, wanting to say more but scared for some reason, like he couldn’t verbalize whatever he wanted to say. “get home safe”

you were in disbelief, watching as he got up and got dressed himself, now he wasn’t looking at you, checking his phone and texting someone back.

you walked out, going back to your apartment. later that day, you received a call from your mom, she was asking you to come home for the weekend and you did — but haru was there.

you walked in, seeing the glare in your father’s eyes once he saw you. “sit, son.” he muttered, tone disgusted almost. you noticed the slight smirk on haru’s face, but you don't think much into it.

you sat down, feeling awkward, you looked at your dad, a scared swallow before you spoke, “uh.. why’d you call me over?” you watched as his jaw clenched before he spoke — “haru here told us some.. news.”

you felt your heart drop, a fear growing in your body. your parents were heavily homophobic, it was beyond ignorance. they weren’t even under the umbrella of not possibly understanding homosexuality, they never bothered to learn or attempt to educate themselves on anything of the culture of being queer.

they just hated people of the community, saying disgusting things about them, even raising you to be “normal” to have heterotic expectations in life, nothing more or what they consider abnormal or weird, strange, disgusting, different.

“what news?” you asked, careful, scared to the say the least. your dad glared between you and haru before speaking, “you’re a fucking f*****” he said, making you freeze, but your mother was just so normal — cutting the pie like he didn’t just say that.

you noticed haru’s body go rigid, his own heart dropping at the hatred in your father’s tone when he said that word. a shaky breath left you, opening your mouth to try to defend but he spoke again.

“you know what they do to people like you weirdos? they kill ‘em, it’s not normal — not morally correct.” your dad stated, casually cutting into the pie. your hands clenched into fists at your sides, looking at him.

“morally incorrect?” you scoffed, but it was disbelief, “how is it morally incorrect?” and he looked at you, nodding, “haven’t i told you since you were young? those.. gay people, they’re sick in the head. have some type of weird disease or somethin’” he muttered, not giving a clear answer.

“disease?” you asked and he looked at you, not backing down, “yeah, somethin’s wrong with ‘em, they think loving a man is normal but that’s not what the bible said — homosexuality is a sinful thing, boy” he said, taking a bite of the pie.

your eyes darted to your mother, she hadn’t said a word this whole time, but once her eyes met yours she finally spoke, a gentle condescending tone, “your father’s not wrong honey, but we’ll love you regardless” but your father was quick to speak, “we?” he scoffed, “he can burn in hell on his own”

you looked at haru again then back at your parents, finally deciding to ask, “how do you know i’m gay?” and your dad just gestured to haru, “wonderin’ why he’s here? he’s doing a good deed, you gay folk can’t accept when a straight man don't want you, huh?” he joked, chuckling — but no one laughed.

you stood up, unable to take anymore. you grabbed your coat, your keys, and walked to the door but haru followed you — “y/n, please don’t-“ you just looked at him, shaking your head.

“you outed me to my own parents, i confided in you, haru. for once i thought i could trust someone with something so.. important to me and you just..” you scoffed, “you spread it like it’s news. being gay in my family isn't as accepted as it is out in the world. they’re old fashion” you said about your parents.

he froze, eyes filling with guilt and he opened his mouth to apologize but you just shook your head, walking out the door. you avoided haru and every attempt he had to talk to you.

back at school, he played straight, like he didn’t ruin your life just a few days ago. like he didn’t sit there and listen to your father say what he said.

after watching him play normal for so long, one day when you went back home you sat on your bed, looking at the pills on your nightstand. you picked up the bottle, looking at the label. — it had been months since you last took these, but you felt like you needed them now.

you took one, laying on the bed and closing your eyes. you woke up the next morning, everything was silent, peaceful. that was until your phone rang, it was haru.

“y/n.. can we talk?” you didn’t want to but something inside you still loved him, you couldn’t stop it. “about what?” you replied, and he replied with something that made you freeze, breath hitching.

“i think i love you too” but you recovered quickly, hanging up on him.

he called again, you didn’t answer, then again, you didn’t answer.

again. no answer.

again. answer, but hung up only a second in.

again. no answer.

again. muted.

your phone lit up with his contact for hours until your phone died, you didn’t leave your bed that day, hell not even your room. you couldn’t process the fact that he would ruin your life the way that he did and come back and try to pretend like he didn’t.

you don’t answer him for months to say the least, hell you disappeared for the rest of the semester. only coming back a few days before the semester was over and haru had a boyfriend.

seeing this you could only scoff, but when he saw you, he also hated you — he felt like he waited months for nothing but his reason was so irrelevant compared to yours. you lost your relationship with your parents, your close friends, any close family you had all because haru didn’t wanna be outed so he let your life get ruined just to come out with a boyfriend only a few months after fucking you over.

fucking ironic.

taglist . . 💭 @ruidupoison

previously worked on . . 💭

[hxrusita]

matz drabble — “aren’t you tired?” (649 wc)

#warnings — power dynamics, blowjob (hj receiving, unprotected sexual acts, spitting, begging, usage of “hyung”, studio sex, sloppy sex , bottom hongjoong , top hwa , dom!hwa? subby!joong, barely coherent!joong, etc?

i’ve been thinking so much about an exhausted producer!hj who's been stressed about his new album for one of his artists, he knew the time was inching closer and closer before he had to have something to give them yet no matter what he did, he just couldn't get the songs right. - his boyfriend, seonghwa, had been there the entire time, watching hongjoong lose his mind slowly with each beat that ruined the next.

seonghwa watched his frustration grow, smirking to himself as he watched as joong sigh heavily each time the song was ruined — his eyes darting between his phone and joong.

after a while of this, hwa went to the bathroom, and a few minutes later he returned to find hongjoong dosing off, his eyes heavily lidded as he continued working on the song.

hwa walked up to him, a gentle tone as he asked, “aren’t you tired?” and joong shook his head, mumbling “no” but hwa didn’t believe him. he lifted joong’s face, making him face him, and he softly pressed a kiss to his lips — hongjoong wasn’t exactly tired, but his body was. he was stressed and had been for months at this point.

seonghwa’s kiss leveled him into reality, and he responded eagerly. he wasn’t the type to hide if he was needy unless he absolutely had to, but by this point it had been so long he couldn’t exactly… perform anymore. — his brain was clouded.

he allowed hwa’s tongue to slide into his mouth, hwa’s hands took joong’s off the booth, and placed his hands on his waist. “keep them here”, seonghwa whispered, kissing his neck.

joong whimpered, his hips were already shifting — hwa noticed and chuckled against his soft skin, causing a louder noise to leave him.

his cock slowly stiffened in his sweats,, whines leaving him as he grinded against his boxers. “h-hwa.. please” he pleaded, but hwa continued his teasing.

“patience” seonghwa muttered, but slid off hongjoong’s pants. joong was leaking, he was a known leaker. his boxers had a dark spot on them, a wet one. hwa’s fingers traced the area, causing joong’s hips to buck up.

“so needy..” hwa whispered, continuing to allow his fingers to circle the area. his tongue traced joong’s adam’s apple, the producer could only whimper — a stark contrast to the kim hongjoong they’d see on stage.

his hips bucked against hwa’s hand, which was now fondling him through his boxers, he had a shit eating grin on his face, squeezing joong through the thin fabric.

he finally freed him from the restraints of the underwear, now stroking joong as he got on his knees. hwa knew joong loved seeing him on his knees, joong was a little pervert after all.

he took him into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, the younger now moaning freely. thanking hwa for allowing him to receive pleasure.

he could feel the older’s throat relaxing, meaning it was finally his chance. he began fucking seonghwa’s throat, holding his head in place, whining and whimpering as the pleasure filled his body.

it didn’t take much longer for him to cum, clearly unannounced as well since he made hwa gag, which meant he was fucked.

once given the chance, seonghwa stood up and bent joong over the desk, one loud strike to his ass, making him cry out — seonghwa tried to be gentle but, whats the fun in that?

he spread joong’s ass cheeks, spitting to lube up his hole before thrusting inside him. joong cried out, already gripping at the table, hoping for some form of grounding.

seonghwa was far from gentle with the younger, hips slamming against his ass as he degraded him, mocking each of his sounds as joong continued to be, “hyung, slow down” and repeating, “it’s too much” in a whiny voice that only made hwa harder, hornier and fuck him faster.

[hxrusita]

mama!seonghwa hcs

#warnings — fem!hwa, usage of mommy/mama, usage of she/her for hwa, duos with san, woo, yunho and mingi, sfw!!, kissing n cuddles, slight fluffy smut, etc maybe!

𑣲hwa + san .ᐟ — whiny/pouty tired san, kisses n cuddles

mama!seonghwa who loves it when her lil boys (san, wooyoung, yunho, and mingi) come up to her murmuring, “mama..” either beyond exhausted or just wanting cuddles — san always being the first one to appear freshly after a schedule. he was fresh out of his shower, still in his robe and pouting as he laid beside her in the bed.

he would bury his face in her neck, ignoring that she was already trying to read — a soft chuckle coming from her, tone ever so light, “hello sannie, doing okay?”

seonghwa would put the book down, giving her sweet boy undivided attention. her hands opening for him so he can sit in her lap, he really didn’t want much but cuddles.

and that's what he did, burying his face deeper into the crook of her neck, breathing in the soft scent of peach and the usual baby powder she’d use. he was exhausted from the concert just a few hours prior, and she knew this.

seonghwa just gently played in his hair, humming to him as he fell asleep. despite san having that persona on stage, he was genuinely a softie who wanted love as much as everyone else around him got.

the way seonghwa treated him made him feel fuzzy inside, and he’s made that clear. he always falls asleep with her the fastest and its the cutest thing ever.

𑣲hwa + woo .ᐟ — apologetic woo, kissing n reassurance

mama!hwa who had just walked into the dorms after her long day at the photoshoot, exhausted and really just wanting to rest coming back to seeing the house in disarray.

she had left the house in the care of wooyoung, mingi and yunho. a soft sigh left her throat as she noticed the stains and mess of the house, but she still made her way to her room.

having already been tired, seonghwa’s body was slightly tense. she walked into her room to find her boys on the bed, asleep aside from wooyoung who looked worried.

“is everything okay, mommy?” he’d ask, genuinely concerned for her and hwa only nodded. he got out of the bed, mingi who was laying on him stirred slightly but stayed asleep.

wooyoung took off hwa’s coat, then hugged her, apologizing for the mess of the house. seonghwa could feel her heart break a little, she hated when wooyoung would blame himself for something he normally couldn’t control.

she pressed a gentle kiss to his head, whispering a soft, “it’s okay baby”. she hugged him tightly, a sign of gentle reassurance so he knew he wasn’t in trouble for anything.

𑣲hwa + mingi .ᐟ — forgetful mingi, kissing

mingi was never a problem when it came to seonghwa, well until today. seonghwa sent mingi to the store to get a few things that they’d need later that might and he returned with everything but that.

hwa was out grabbing the remaining things, unaware that mingi hadn’t grabbed anything that she asked. returning home to see grocery bags on the floor, she assumed it was what she asked for but upon walking into the kitchen, he was eating cake and ice cream.

she only smiled softly, then calmly asked, “did you get what i asked?” and he looked confused, “what do you mean, mama?” and she sighed.

“mingi, sweetie, i sent you to the store to get some items for dinner. what did you end up getting?” she asked, trying to keep her calm because mingi probably didn’t know. he handed the receipt to her and she let out a genuine, disappointed sigh, and crumbled it.

the younger looked at her, his eye’s apologetic. he opened his mouth to apologize but she just softly grabbed his chin and kissed him on his pouty lips — “it’s okay, i’ll be back” she spoke softly before walking back out to get the groceries.

𑣲hwa + yunho .ᐟ — fluffy smut drabble, usage of “puppy”

yunho who’s been bothering seonghwa for.. let’s say some weeks. schedules have been horrible for everyone in the group and usually yunho needs his release to handle his stress but hwa’s been so tired he’s been getting less and less time to actually get his release.

yunho couldn’t take it anymore, he stormed out of practice earlier, frustrated with everything. the taller leaned against the walls in the building, tears streaming down his face as he tried to relax but he couldn’t, not unless he had his release.

what he didn’t know was that hwa had followed behind him, her tone ever so soft and caring as she asked what was wrong. he told her what was happening, why he was so frustrated and hwa could only feel horrible about it.

she hadn’t even realized she had been so distant away from him, she decided to take him to the bathroom. kissing him softly once they were alone, her hands working their magic, it wasn’t long before the bathroom filled with his soft whimpers and pleas, his little “thank yous” slipping each time hwa’s hands pumped.

she kissed his neck, calling him “mommy’s needy puppy” which made him finish. they cleaned up, but yunho needed a minute, his brain being basically mush after this.

[hxrusita]

matz drabble — “aren’t you tired?” (649 wc)

#warnings — power dynamics, blowjob (hj receiving, unprotected sexual acts, spitting, begging, usage of “hyung”, studio sex, sloppy sex , bottom hongjoong , top hwa , dom!hwa? subby!joong, barely coherent!joong, etc?

i’ve been thinking so much about an exhausted producer!hj who's been stressed about his new album for one of his artists, he knew the time was inching closer and closer before he had to have something to give them yet no matter what he did, he just couldn't get the songs right. - his boyfriend, seonghwa, had been there the entire time, watching hongjoong lose his mind slowly with each beat that ruined the next.

seonghwa watched his frustration grow, smirking to himself as he watched as joong sigh heavily each time the song was ruined — his eyes darting between his phone and joong.

after a while of this, hwa went to the bathroom, and a few minutes later he returned to find hongjoong dosing off, his eyes heavily lidded as he continued working on the song.

hwa walked up to him, a gentle tone as he asked, “aren’t you tired?” and joong shook his head, mumbling “no” but hwa didn’t believe him. he lifted joong’s face, making him face him, and he softly pressed a kiss to his lips — hongjoong wasn’t exactly tired, but his body was. he was stressed and had been for months at this point.

seonghwa’s kiss leveled him into reality, and he responded eagerly. he wasn’t the type to hide if he was needy unless he absolutely had to, but by this point it had been so long he couldn’t exactly… perform anymore. — his brain was clouded.

he allowed hwa’s tongue to slide into his mouth, hwa’s hands took joong’s off the booth, and placed his hands on his waist. “keep them here”, seonghwa whispered, kissing his neck.

joong whimpered, his hips were already shifting — hwa noticed and chuckled against his soft skin, causing a louder noise to leave him.

his cock slowly stiffened in his sweats,, whines leaving him as he grinded against his boxers. “h-hwa.. please” he pleaded, but hwa continued his teasing.

“patience” seonghwa muttered, but slid off hongjoong’s pants. joong was leaking, he was a known leaker. his boxers had a dark spot on them, a wet one. hwa’s fingers traced the area, causing joong’s hips to buck up.

“so needy..” hwa whispered, continuing to allow his fingers to circle the area. his tongue traced joong’s adam’s apple, the producer could only whimper — a stark contrast to the kim hongjoong they’d see on stage.

his hips bucked against hwa’s hand, which was now fondling him through his boxers, he had a shit eating grin on his face, squeezing joong through the thin fabric.

he finally freed him from the restraints of the underwear, now stroking joong as he got on his knees. hwa knew joong loved seeing him on his knees, joong was a little pervert after all.

he took him into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, the younger now moaning freely. thanking hwa for allowing him to receive pleasure.

he could feel the older’s throat relaxing, meaning it was finally his chance. he began fucking seonghwa’s throat, holding his head in place, whining and whimpering as the pleasure filled his body.

it didn’t take much longer for him to cum, clearly unannounced as well since he made hwa gag, which meant he was fucked.

once given the chance, seonghwa stood up and bent joong over the desk, one loud strike to his ass, making him cry out — seonghwa tried to be gentle but, whats the fun in that?

he spread joong’s ass cheeks, spitting to lube up his hole before thrusting inside him. joong cried out, already gripping at the table, hoping for some form of grounding.

seonghwa was far from gentle with the younger, hips slamming against his ass as he degraded him, mocking each of his sounds as joong continued to be, “hyung, slow down” and repeating, “it’s too much” in a whiny voice that only made hwa harder, hornier and fuck him faster.

[hxrusita]

mama!seonghwa hcs

#warnings — fem!hwa, usage of mommy/mama, usage of she/her for hwa, duos with san, woo, yunho and mingi, sfw!!, kissing n cuddles, slight fluffy smut, etc maybe!

𑣲hwa + san .ᐟ — whiny/pouty tired san, kisses n cuddles

mama!seonghwa who loves it when her lil boys (san, wooyoung, yunho, and mingi) come up to her murmuring, “mama..” either beyond exhausted or just wanting cuddles — san always being the first one to appear freshly after a schedule. he was fresh out of his shower, still in his robe and pouting as he laid beside her in the bed.

he would bury his face in her neck, ignoring that she was already trying to read — a soft chuckle coming from her, tone ever so light, “hello sannie, doing okay?”

seonghwa would put the book down, giving her sweet boy undivided attention. her hands opening for him so he can sit in her lap, he really didn’t want much but cuddles.

and that's what he did, burying his face deeper into the crook of her neck, breathing in the soft scent of peach and the usual baby powder she’d use. he was exhausted from the concert just a few hours prior, and she knew this.

seonghwa just gently played in his hair, humming to him as he fell asleep. despite san having that persona on stage, he was genuinely a softie who wanted love as much as everyone else around him got.

the way seonghwa treated him made him feel fuzzy inside, and he’s made that clear. he always falls asleep with her the fastest and its the cutest thing ever.

𑣲hwa + woo .ᐟ — apologetic woo, kissing n reassurance

mama!hwa who had just walked into the dorms after her long day at the photoshoot, exhausted and really just wanting to rest coming back to seeing the house in disarray.

she had left the house in the care of wooyoung, mingi and yunho. a soft sigh left her throat as she noticed the stains and mess of the house, but she still made her way to her room.

having already been tired, seonghwa’s body was slightly tense. she walked into her room to find her boys on the bed, asleep aside from wooyoung who looked worried.

“is everything okay, mommy?” he’d ask, genuinely concerned for her and hwa only nodded. he got out of the bed, mingi who was laying on him stirred slightly but stayed asleep.

wooyoung took off hwa’s coat, then hugged her, apologizing for the mess of the house. seonghwa could feel her heart break a little, she hated when wooyoung would blame himself for something he normally couldn’t control.

she pressed a gentle kiss to his head, whispering a soft, “it’s okay baby”. she hugged him tightly, a sign of gentle reassurance so he knew he wasn’t in trouble for anything.

𑣲hwa + mingi .ᐟ — forgetful mingi, kissing

mingi was never a problem when it came to seonghwa, well until today. seonghwa sent mingi to the store to get a few things that they’d need later that might and he returned with everything but that.

hwa was out grabbing the remaining things, unaware that mingi hadn’t grabbed anything that she asked. returning home to see grocery bags on the floor, she assumed it was what she asked for but upon walking into the kitchen, he was eating cake and ice cream.

she only smiled softly, then calmly asked, “did you get what i asked?” and he looked confused, “what do you mean, mama?” and she sighed.

“mingi, sweetie, i sent you to the store to get some items for dinner. what did you end up getting?” she asked, trying to keep her calm because mingi probably didn’t know. he handed the receipt to her and she let out a genuine, disappointed sigh, and crumbled it.

the younger looked at her, his eye’s apologetic. he opened his mouth to apologize but she just softly grabbed his chin and kissed him on his pouty lips — “it’s okay, i’ll be back” she spoke softly before walking back out to get the groceries.

𑣲hwa + yunho .ᐟ — fluffy smut drabble, usage of “puppy”

yunho who’s been bothering seonghwa for.. let’s say some weeks. schedules have been horrible for everyone in the group and usually yunho needs his release to handle his stress but hwa’s been so tired he’s been getting less and less time to actually get his release.

yunho couldn’t take it anymore, he stormed out of practice earlier, frustrated with everything. the taller leaned against the walls in the building, tears streaming down his face as he tried to relax but he couldn’t, not unless he had his release.

what he didn’t know was that hwa had followed behind him, her tone ever so soft and caring as she asked what was wrong. he told her what was happening, why he was so frustrated and hwa could only feel horrible about it.

she hadn’t even realized she had been so distant away from him, she decided to take him to the bathroom. kissing him softly once they were alone, her hands working their magic, it wasn’t long before the bathroom filled with his soft whimpers and pleas, his little “thank yous” slipping each time hwa’s hands pumped.

she kissed his neck, calling him “mommy’s needy puppy” which made him finish. they cleaned up, but yunho needed a minute, his brain being basically mush after this.

[sofiatexa]

head filled with mikey thoughts.. going crazy😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[yunazxxx]

even let you pick out your favorite tattoo to lick up on — M.S

# warnings — gn!reader, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, vanilla sex, kissing after eating, begging, saliva play (in a way?) switch!reader and megan, body worshipping, fluffy smut, etc maybe? (1.1k)

megan had been booked and busy for months at this point, almost never finding time outside of her schedules to spend any time with you, her partner. somehow while the girls were on tour, they had a night where they didn’t have to perform. meaning rest day, so megan took up that opportunity to go see you.

you weren’t on your phone, so honestly even if megan were to text you and let you know she was heading your way, you wouldn’t have known. you were in your room, reading your book when you got a knock to your door.

you went to check it, after calling out a small “who is it?” – you heard small giggles from the door, but didn’t think much of it, it could’ve your neighbors kids, they’re almost always at your door. you opened the door and to your surprise, there stood megan, who was giggling at your face.

you two spent a good while giggling and catching up, by this point you both were cuddling in bed, sharing small kisses. you could feel the small tension in megan’s body which prompted you to ask if she wanted a massage, which she did agree too but said, “you don’t have to, we can just enjoy this”.

you laid her on her back, your hands softly starting at her thighs first – megan sighed softly, feeling her sore muscles finally loosen their tension. you planted small kisses to her thighs, listening to her breath hitch with each kiss, touch and brush of your being.

you whispered small praises, “i’m so proud of you” and “you’re doing so well” ,, each word made megan’s body physically melt further into the mattress, feeling a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long. – you made your way up her legs, making it to the band of her shorts, asking gently, reassuring her that it’s always say no, “can i take these off?”

due to being so relaxed from the massage, she only nodded, which you didn’t consider as consent, only continuing to move up, hands rest on top of her stomach as you waited for a more verbal response. – your touch was so intoxicating for her, megan hadn’t realize you didn’t continue doing anything without her consent, you thumbs just rubbed soft circles on her hips.

after a few minutes of this, megan softly spoke, “you can” and you slowly pulled off her shorts, you grabbed a small blanket you two usually kept on the bed and placed it over her panties to give her a more secure covering.

your hands peeled her shirt, pushing it up, and exposing her abdomen. her chest rose and fell with soft breaths, her eyes looking at you with love and soft anticipation. you planted a soft kiss to her stomach, which made her giggle, “you’re spoiling me” – her hands threaded through your hair, cupping your cheek with a gentle touch.

each kiss you placed on her skin, made her body shiver, “keep kissing me like that… please” she pleaded with a breathy voice, and you complied, it’s like you’d deny her of such affection, especially when she’d begging like this, under you.. like this.

“your lips.. they’re so soft..” she panted, her grip on your tightened slight, her hips shifting under you. “i need more than just kisses, please darling” – her body arched towards you, wanting to be closer, if that was even possible.

you inched dangerously closer to the throw blanket that around her waist, her eyes locked onto yours. one hand held her side, while the other removed the blanket, you pressed your face against her panties, planting teasing kisses, both hands massaging her ribs.

each kiss warranted a small whimper, or even a moan from megan, your tongue darted out, if her panties weren't already wet enough from her own arousal, then your tongue hadn’t made it any better. – your mouth was practically watering at the thought of tasting her again, your tongue was leaking with your saliva, which dripped onto the fabric, making it so thin that any small touch would be considered in contact with her clit.

megan’s hips bucked slightly at the contact, a gasp leaving her, “do that again” and you obeyed, looking into her eyes as you stuck out your tongue, a thick ooze of saliva dripped onto the fabric, making megan moan.

your hips grind against the bed, slowly growing more aroused as you listened to her sounds. “can i take them off.. please megan..” you breathed out against her, your fingers sliding under her panties, a desperate gaze from the both of you – “take them off”

you pulled off the fabric, her folds glistening with arousal and your saliva. your tongue darted out, taking a long lick, a moan leaving you both. your hands held her thighs as you began eating her out, your tongue flicking between her folds.

megan’s hand threaded through your hair, leading you where she needed you most, hips grinding against your face as she let out soft pleas and noises. You noticed her breathing becoming more ragged, and you kissed her thighs before pushing two fingers inside her, making her gasp, “oh, fuck” she let out in a pleased whisper, looking down at you while your digits pumped in and out of her dripping walls.

each movement of your fingers only made more of her leak onto the bed, creating a puddle under the both of you, your kisses to her thighs and stomach continued, causing her sounds to grow louder as the minutes passed.

she gripped your hair tighter, and you kissed up her body, licking her neck as your fingers pushed deeper, brushing against her g-spot. you whispered into her ear, your voice pleading yet dominant, creating a beautiful tone filled with hunger and yearning, “i need to taste you”

you whispered, making megan’s hips buck again. you kissed her neck, whispering against her milky soft skin “spill your juices on the sheets”, you continued, your fingers curling, brushing against her g-spot repeatedly. your mouth came in contact with her clit again, moaning at her taste, something you will never get enough of. “give me that sweet”, you breathed out before continuing, “sweet nectar.”

each word that left your mouth made megan’s breath hitch, her body tensing, with one final thrust of your fingers she came hard, her body arching beautifully as you lapped up her cum like a desperate toy.

you continued lapping up her cum, until she weakly pushed your head back, you grabbed some wet napkins, softly cleaning her up then pulling her into a gentle embrace.

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[yunazxxx]

you always outside, take your ass back home — m.m

#warnings — MDNI : fiancé manz, slight fighting, angst, accusations on cheating, reader flirts with someone else, praise, crying during sex, smut, g!p reader, vanilla sex, cumming inside, reader’s not present during majority of this, marking, etc.. (2.1k)

you both had just argued, neither party wanted to apologize — i mean you’re both petty as shit and thought you were in the right. of course you wouldn’t apologize.

manon caught you talking to some girl, and she lashed out on you, it’s not like you flirted — well you did, but not on purpose. — well. it was on purpose.

your excuse? “she flirted with me, i didn’t wanna leave her hanging” you say, though you had a ring on your finger. — did i mention you and manon were fiancés? right. yeah, you two were planning on getting married.

engaged already and everything. — you two had even just bought your own house, it’s not you guys weren’t in love, i mean hell you’d never catch manon doing this just for a girlfriend so of course she loves you — so why were you trying to play in her face?

you felt like your side of the argument was valid, and hers was wrong while manon thought vice versa. it didn’t make sense to her why you’d flirt when you’re clearly taken? she didn’t care that you were friendly, well she did. but with limits, of course.

you two couldn’t sleep without each other, so now you’re both laying in the bed, not looking at each other. you were facing the window while she laid and faced the ceiling.

she pretended to sleep, but something continued to gnaw at her, she missed you — horribly. her eyes drifted over to you no matter how hard she tried not to look in your direction, her eyes watching as the moonlight caught your face perfectly.

she reached out to touch your face, fingers brushing against your cheek. you didn’t say anything.

overtime, she slowly inched closer, her body pressing against yours for comfort. she was afraid of possibly being rejected, so she stayed silent, and so did you. but your hands were on her hips, pulling her to your lap.

a small gasp left her, but she didn’t reject it, and straddled you. she laid her head against your chest, looking at the stars and listening to your heartbeat — while her own was already racing.

your hands rested on her back, subconsciously rubbing her back. manon was only in her underclothes, while you had on a oversized tee and underwear.

manon let out a soft sigh, the fabric from the shirt mixed perfectly with the body spray you had put on after your shower earlier, and whispered, breaking the silence after hours. “the stars are pretty.. just like you.”

you replied in a similar tone, voice not even reaching a whisper “and you” — causing a small smile to form on manon’s lips, though you can see in her eyes she was still overthinking, feeling conflicted.

“you still find me pretty?” she asked, her tone was hopeful but also scared. — “i know you’re pretty” you murmured. your gaze was gentle as you looked at her, your eyes meeting.

“say it again.. please” she whispered her request , her voice breathy with relief. she needed the reassurance, the reminder you still wanted her, that you loved her.

not the other girl, that was no other girl. that you’re as much as hers as she is yours. — “you’re pretty, my pretty girl.” you’d whisper in a reply, watching as her cheeks turned slightly pink in a faint blush.

“your pretty girl..” she’d repeat in the same soft whisper, pressing closer to you as her body slightly trembled, “i want to be your only pretty girl.. the only one in your eyes” — “you are. and so much more.”

she finally buries her face in your neck, a shaky breath leaving her as she spoke, her tone filled with devotion, “only yours, forever.. yours” — her hands gripping your shirt, scared that if she’d let go, you’d disappear.

even though you didn’t feel like it, your hands found the band of her underwear, thumbs slipping under to pull them off. — manon gasped, but she didn’t stop you.

her body pressed closer, hips lifting slightly to help you, used to the routine by now. she pulled back, to help you but she caught a glimpse of yours eyes, you looked like you weren’t there emotionally.

just there for the physical. for the pleasure. not to reconnect, like the point of the sex. — manon hesitated, “baby?” she softly called out, looking into your eyes.

“yeah?” you looked at her, noticing her concern, “are you alright? we don’t have to if you can’t tonight” — “just.. give me a minute?” and manon leaned back slightly, patiently giving you time.

but if you were honest, you weren’t even hard yet, nowhere near it. you sat there, thinking of something to get you there, then when you finally were you pulled down your boxers.

you helped manon lower herself onto you, her thighs either side of your waist as you went deeper. she could see you weren’t there emotionally, normally you would’ve said something, cupped her cheek — looked at her, at least. but.. nothing.

manon bit her lip, holding back a moan when you were fully inside her. your hands were on hips as you helped her move, but there was completely silence. maybe a sound or two of the sheets rustling, but nothing from either of you.

tears welled in her eyes, her hips moving mechanically, like a robot almost. this wasn’t anything like she wanted, she wanted to feel you, not just the sex, which she couldn’t even enjoy without the pain of you being so distant.

she leaned down, wanting to kiss you but you turned your head away, causing her to let out a small sob. everything in the room felt cold, your touch that was once comfort now felt like just another person touching her — nothing special to it.

finally, a tear rolled down her cheek as she continued, the emptiness between you both was deafening. her movements become slower, more desperate for the warmth that's missing. she whispers your name again.

“y/n..." — her voice was small and desperate, she needed to feel you, know you’re there. you looked at her, eyes finally meeting again, “say my name too.. look at me when you do” she pleaded, her movements stopping.

“i need to hear you say it..” she whispered, her voice breaking more. you whispered, “i love you, manon..” — she pressed her forehead against yours, tears still falling down her cheeks.

“i love you too.. so much more than you’ll ever know” manon whispered, her voice was raw, filled with every ounce of emotion in her body.

you pressed soft kisses to her collarbone, one of many ways you’d show love to her during moments like these. you felt as the tension left her body, she slowly relaxed into the kisses.

“please.. don’t stop loving me, keep doing that” — your hands caressed her hips, each kiss made her body shiver as she pressed closer. “i won’t be able to handle it if you stop” she whispered, hands in your hair, holding you close.

your lips trailed her neck, your hands finding their way to her thighs and ass. she arched her neck slight for you, allowing you more access as small moans slipped from her lips.

her fingers tangled in your hair, and she looked absolutely erotic like this. your tongue licking her neck, watching her pulse quicken under each time you licked her, kissing the same area.

her body craved your touch, even though there was still tension, even though she still felt insecure from just hours prior — she needed that reminder.

“i love you” you softly whispered, hands resting on her ribs, you were now sitting up, back against the headboard. — “i love you too, please don’t forget that. never forget it.” she pleaded.

“manon..” you whispered, pulling back to look at her, her eyes were pleading, breathing labored and heavy, “promise me. say you’ll remember how much i love you, even when we argue..”

her hips began to rock again, your kisses already getting her close to the edge, you matched her pace as you spoke, “i promise. through every fight and more.” — you held her hand, softly kissing it.

her movements became more static, like she was trying to prove something to herself. her body trembled as she climaxed, crying out your name. — instead of enjoying the afterglow, she sobbed into your chest, feeling even worse than before.

her body shook against yours from both the intensity of the orgasm and her sobs. you stopped moving, instead embracing her. the chance of you two making up and having a good night’s sleep was tarnished now — at least in this current moment.

she buried her face further as she cried, body shaking, she felt like she was a mess, she knew she was. she felt like you were leaving, despite the love and reassurance you gave her, she felt like it was still the end.

her hands gripped your shirt again, “i’m sorry.. i’m sorry, i’m a mess” and you shook your head, softly running your fingers through her hair, “you’re not a mess. i swear.” you’d whispered softly, wiping her tears and kissing her softly.

the kiss made her feel better, her body melting into it in an instant, kissing back with such desperation that it was almost appalling. a small moan slipped out, her hips subconsciously moving again.

you broke the kiss, a small moan leaving you, “manon..” her arms wrapping around your neck, her eyes looking into yours, moaning your name.

her body shook slightly, “please tell me you feel me.. not just the sex” she whispered against your lips, and you murmured back “i love you, so much” your hands rested on her hips as she rolled them.

her tears fell freely, mixing with her sweat as she heard your words. — she believed you but she didn't believe you actually felt it.

“i love you.. i’ll show you.. i’ll prove it to you.” she gasped out, her tears fell faster, not just from the sadness but from pleasure as well.

you wiped her tears, holding her hips steady as she moved faster, holding eye contact with her. her eyes searched yours, looking for sincerity and love, her own filled with desperation and love.

her hand reached down to rub her clit, panting against your mouth, “i’m right here..” you whispered, kissing her softly, then she broke it to whisper, “do you promise?” — and you nod.

your hand slid down, replacing hers and gently doing the work for her, the double stimulation pushed her closer but she didn’t wanna cum until you had.

the pace turned more loving, from just sex, to now something more intimate. “i’m actually here” you murmured, moving to kiss her neck again.

she let out a small gasped, rolling her hips with each time you thrusted up, “don’t leave again.. please” — “i’ll never leave.. my pretty girl.” you whisper against her skin, softly kissing it.

“my perfect love..” she moaned softly, getting closer. you flipped the position, now in missionary. you softly thrusted, her thighs on your waist.

her back arched, looking into your eyes as she gripped the sheets, “make me yours..” she whispered, and you kissed her, pulling back to say, “promise me we’ll never be here again”

she nodded, desperately. she never wanted to fight like this again, “i promise. i swear.” her words were sealed with another kiss, your hips thrusting teasingly, almost rolling, working you both closer to edge.

manon’s nails dug into your back, slightly scratching you, she was holding back and you could feel how she clenched around you. she didn’t wanna lose the moment, but she couldn’t hold it any longer. — “i’m so close..” she’d whisper, pulling you down for a desperate kiss.

you murmured against her lips that you were close too, speeding up your thrusts. “cum with me..” she pleads, walls fluttering around you. tears began to fall again, this time from relief and pleasure, the intensity and intimacy of the moment slightly overwhelmed her.

“together” you moaned with her, after a few thrusts she cried out your name, cumming hard. her nails dug further into your back, you kissed her collarbone, leaving a hickey, allowing her to moan freely and catch her breath as you chased your own release.

finally, you buried deep, cumming inside her. she pulled you into a tender kiss, and held you close, riding out the waves of your orgasm. — she whispered softly after a while, “thank you for loving me.. and coming back”

you placed a soft kiss to her cheek, “i love you too much to let you go..” — she replied with a small, “i love you more than anything in this world."

she said it like a mantra, like she was reminding herself and you both. she caressed your face tenderly, still trying to catch her breath. — you buried your face into her neck, softly massaging her hips as your breathing slowly regulated.

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[yunazxxx]

play your games and you won't even get a taste

(📓) toxic relationship, cheating, intoxicated sex, fighting, mentally abusive!daniela, toxic!daniela, cheater!daniela, daniela cheats on reader with a man, bisexual dani, drinking, smoking innuendos, drug innuendos, actual sexual details between daniela and said man, etc maybe? — now playing : drive you insane by daniel di angelo

(☨) literally i dont have an authors note for this one, but ofc per usual if this isnt your cup of tea i might have one that is (1.1k)

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the tension in the house was so thick you could cut it with a knife – you and daniela had just argued a few hours prior, why? hell, neither of you can remember anymore. you both were more pissed about what was said during the argument than the argument itself.

you were getting dressed for a party your friends had invited you to, and daniela went with you. you both avoided each other, still pissed from the fight itself. you looked over while talking to a friend of yours and spotted daniela flirting with a guy, and for some reason you couldn’t stop looking at her.

she sat in his lap, continuing to talk to him and she looked at you, speaking “staring pretty hard, you know” and you scoffed, replying, “have fun with him” – you downed your drink and left outside.

she grinned, knowing how it was affecting you “oh i definitely will, purposely doing things while looking at you as you walked off. then somehow, she and the guy end up dancing together, she was grinding on him, and you came back inside and pulled her away from him.

“what the fuck, dani?” you said, trying to remain civil but your emotions were taking over your better judgement. “what?” she acted like she didn’t know what you were talking about.

“you’re so worked up over nothing” she scoffed, pushing past you, dismissing you and your anger only grew but you let her go, “have fun fucking him”

and she flipped you off, walking away, back to him. your friends noticed that you two were having an issue and they decided to take you to the kitchen, helping you be distracted.

you were handed a cigarette, but you didn’t take it “i’m not one for nicotine” and another friend, just so happens to be the stoner offered you a blunt and you took that and smoked it with him.

meanwhile, daniela was bringing the man to a vacant room in the house, laying him down and straddling him. she pressed her body against his, her hips grounded.

his hands were on her hips as she kissed him, losing herself in the moment. something that was originally supposed to be just to “piss you off” has now turned into something more. her body arched in his hands, creating an erotic scene – while you remained oblivious to what was going on.

their soft touches soon turned into missing clothes, daniela on top of him as she began riding him, looking into his eyes – but all she saw was you. she couldn’t help herself, pleading with him, “make me forget about everything else, but this moment.” and he did just that, flipping her over and fucking her.

daniela completely forgot about you while he marked her body, each time thrusted her body slowly molded into something for him, forgetting your touch, your voice, your scent, your name, everything about you.

her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him down by his shirt, capturing his lips in a hungry yet desperate kiss. she clenched around him, desperate to feel something else other than the lingering anger from the fight and your encounter.

she moaned his name, her nails digging into his back as she came, but he only sped up, causing her head to fall back as she cried out, but the music from the party was so loud, no one even heard, not like they’d care anyway, it’s a college party. – everyone was doing something.

like you, despite now being high, you were sitting with another friend, talking about some irrelevant ass topic when a girl came over to you, trying to flirt, and despite being intoxicated you declined the offer, same as you would do when you’re sober.

“no thank you, i’m in a relationship” you’d say, and the girl quickly apologized, walking off elsewhere. you saying that made you wonder where daniela was, and you and your friend began looking for her, checking only the bottom level of the house, not going upstairs because well, you thought daniela wouldn’t be up there.

you both searched everywhere, even outside where her friend manon was. “have you seen daniela?” you asked her, and manon shook her head, “she said she was gonna go home a while ago, maybe she’s there” – which only made you sigh.

but after daniela’s activities with the man, he got dressed and left her in there, her face against the bed as she panted. a few minutes passed before she got dressed, her body marked but now she felt disgusted with herself, sick to her stomach for cheating. – like she wanted to vomit.

you went back inside, drowning another drink then going to the bathroom, deciding to head home after. by the time you came out of the bathroom, daniela was coming around the corner. when you saw her, you hugged her, making her tense but you didn't notice.

“i’m sorry” you whispered against her shoulder, only making daniela feel even worse. “can we please go home and talk it out?” you asked, and she went home with you. – strangely enough, (or maybe not, it depends on how you receive it.) you and daniela made up,

since the party you and daniela haven’t argued, more so preferring to talk things out right then and there and while you two cuddled, the night slowly heated up, those innocent touches and kisses turned into more and more as time passed.

you were kissing her neck, your hands carefully tracing her body, giving her room to say stop if she ever wanted to, but through her whimpers you heard her moan someone’s name who wasn’t yours. – you pulled back and looked at her.

but since she was so blissfully unaware, you just continued, now kissing down her stomach, pulling off her panties, and as your mouth latched to her pussy she moaned the name again and this time you both froze.

“i can explain..” her tone was strangely, panicked. see, she never told you about her cheating, you never knew whether daniela had actually had sex with that man, to you she didn’t and just found some people to hang around – i mean that’s what she told you, why wouldn't you believe her? your girlfriend wouldn’t lie to you, right?

“dani.. who’s (m/n)?” she knew she couldn’t lie anymore and admitted to it, telling you about how she cheated on you that night, completely aware of what she was doing and how everything happened. Hearing everything made you feel rightfully sick, you couldn't stomach hearing how someone else handled her.

“you cheated on me just because we argued?” you asked, knowing the obvious answer but instead of getting mad you just said, “i’m sorry” which threw daniela off guard, “what do you mean ‘i’m sorry’, why are you apologizing?”

“i made you cheat cus we fought” and daniela felt more guilt eating away at her, she couldn’t understand why you were blaming yourself for something she did, something she chose to do.

[yunazxxx]

said you like cray girls, but hate when i act crazy

(📓) cursing, slight arguments, sub!daniela, top!daniela, dom!marz, top!maphinz, bottom!lara, switch!sophia, cheating innuendos (but its not really), no established relationships, situationships, toxicity like a mf, possessive!marz, loser!sodani, gp!lariela, smut, manon’s hella aggressive, sophia’s lwk hella emotional, slight abuse of power, etc maybe — now playing : crazy girls by toopoor

(☨) this was heavily influenced from a tiktok i saw from one of their stages BUT let me say this, in no way shape or form do i genuinely ship these girls or think they’re actually dating — it should be common sense atp but i do have new readers and theres new fans everyday so i’m gonna say it again. (1.1k)

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she watched her walk over to her girlfriend again, this was like the 8th time, her position was nowhere near the latina. manon made her way into their direction, pulling the attention of lara who also looked over but didn’t move from her spot.

sophia noticed manon and slightly moved back from daniela, but didn’t make it obvious to their fans, though manon didn’t care about any of that anymore, she pulled daniela over beside her, which caught dani off guard and she whispered – “what the fuck is that?”

daniela said it was nothing, that she’s just feeding into what the fans want and manon nodded, muttering a small “bet” which confused the fuck out of daniela. their track ‘M.I.A’ began and the girls performed, and manon and lara decided to recreate their iconic lollapalooza moment.

but this time, it was more erotic than the first time, manon purposely held eye contact with lara the entire time, nodding before they went down. – after their set ended the girls went backstage, and daniela pulled manon back.

“okay what was that?” – oh, she’s jealous. – “just giving the fans what they want.” manon saying that made her eye twitch, “seriously?” and manon nodded, “just work, right?” and she went into their dressing room, daniela following.

inside you could overhear sophia confronting lara about the act on stage, but lara quickly shut her up with a simple, “weren’t you kissing on daniela just the night before? that stunt between manon and i actually happens, i dont know what the fuck you two having going on but don’t try to check me for something”

sophia felt her heart shatter slightly but she fixed her composure as daniela and manon walked in, but you could sense tension was in the room, yoonchae and megan sat on the sides watching, wanting to add their input but scared of possibly getting yelled at.

a while after this, the girls returned to their homes, manon walking into her room and slamming the door behind her, not waiting for daniela. the other girls followed suit, tension in the house was much worse than the dressing room.

a few minutes pass, and manon comes back out – she was pissed – “ma-” daniela started, but manon cut her off, “shut up. you always do this, you know that right? i don’t care if we’re unlabeled you should still take into consideration how things make me feel. i wasn’t just losing my shit on you for nothing after that stunt when we did that fucking live”

“manon you know that it’s for the fans, its never that serious!” daniela retorted, which made manon scoff, “of course, just for the fans.” “so are we done fighting?” daniela asked, clearly not picking up the obvious bitterness in manon’s tone. – “sure.”

manon went back to her room, and lara stood up to follow but sophia tried pulling her back, “let’s talk, please?” – “fine”

the pair went outside, and lara was clearly pissed off and didn’t want to have the conversation. the filipina tried explaining and apologizing, clearly feeling overly guilty about what happened and for arguing with her but lara just simply replied, “you’re not even my girlfriend, don’t worry about it.”

which made sophia feel sick to her fucking stomach, she watched lara walk off, and then followed suit soon after. a small while after this, megan and yoonchae were asleep, while the older four were still awake.

manon was seated on daniela’s lap, while sophia was on lara’s, the ghanaian and brown women had a conversation a little while prior to this, deciding on what to do with the two since they have a “hard” time understanding where they belong.

lara’s grip on the filipina’s waist only became tighter as the seconds passed, and sophia finally spoke, “i thought you were mad” and manon, who was straddling daniela, spoke up, “we are” – “so why are you sitting on me?” daniela asked, almost like she was trying to be funny and manon pressed her hips on daniela’s.

making her grip her thighs, her teeth clenching, “that’s why” manon said, and moved daniela’s hands off her, “no touching” – lara was busy kissing sophia’s neck, making the older shiver, but press against her for more.

her voice was breathless as she begged lara to touch her, quickly submitting but lara never gave in, instead she brought her to a separate room, like manon did daniela. – lara laid sophia on the bed, kissing at her neck, marking her.

each kiss and touch made sophia’s body turn into putty in lara’s hands, lara would inch closer to where she needed her the most but retracted her hands with a grin, loving the way she whined. comparing this to what manon was busy putting daniela through, she had her on the bed, strapped to it.

her hands were wrapped around her cock, forcing daniela to hold eye contact with her while she gave her a handjob, enjoying each whimper she’d let out whenever daniela be edged, begging her in desperation, her voice breaking as she grew frustrated. “just let me cum for fucking once!”

“please..” the base that was once in daniela’s voice went away, her voice was now pathetic and pleading. manon removed her bra, exposing her breast, and you could visibly see daniela’s body react, cumming on her own stomach with a loud moan.

“fucking loser, look at you cumming untouched.” manon spat out, though she secretly loved it. “still wanna keep saying those little stunts with sophia are just for the fans?” and daniela shook her head, too tired to wanna go for another round of edging.

“i can’t hear you, speak louder” manon said, lowering herself onto her, daniela finally choked out despite being exhausted, “no more stunts with sophia.. you proved your point” manon let out a satisfied hum, still riding daniela, being much softer than just a few minutes ago.

that compared to what solarz had going on, lara still hadn’t touched sophia, and tears were streaming down her face, “i’m sorry, please” sophia pleaded, her voice breaking with each sob and lara finally pulled back from biting her waist, “for doing what?” and sophia apologized for everything, hoping lara would finally give her what she needed.

sophia was already naked and so was lara, but she still teased her. slowly pushing inside the filipina, sophia finally was getting the pleasure she needed, or so she thought. lara didn’t move after bottoming out. “i never said i was doing any of the work.” lara changed the position, making sophia ride her.

the filipina was desperate, bouncing her, sophia’s hands on lara’s chest to brace herself as desperate moans and whimpers slipped out. instead of lara only doing one round though, she kept sophia up all night, going round after round, filling her up time and time again.

[yunazxxx]

you should beware of a woman with a broken heart

(📓) mentions of cheating, kind of cheating, exes, toxic!lara, knife play, murder innuendos (dani dies), daniela x reader mention, jealous!lara, breaking and entering, blood play, blood kink, threatening ,cnc/dubcon, lwk psycho!lara, toxic relationships, crying innuendos, false comfort, gp!lara, rough sex, hair pulling, forced creampie, lara’s a little mental ok…, etc. — now playing beware : big sean, jhené aiko, ft. lil wayne.

(☨) this wasn’t my original post intention for today but its been well over a few months since i’ve genuinely written something so i decided to have this drop come out. (1.1k)

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you laid sleeping, next to your current girlfriend. it was raining softly outside, though you both remained blissfully unaware of the outside world.

you subconsciously pulled what you thought was her closer, half asleep and buried your face into her hair, then the you felt a gentle chuckle — “good morning to you too, sweetheart”

you sighed softly, feeling content but then, it finally clicked in your head as you felt her nails touching your skin. you pulled back, seeing her face and fell off the bed in shock.

“why are you here?” you asked, you were confused and rightfully horrified by how she got in. you scrambled out of the bed, rushing away from her but she just calmly stretched, looking at you with a gentle, yet eerie smile. “i have my ways, you know that darling”, she started, “but your windows were unlocked and well, i couldn’t help myself anymore.”

“get out or i’m calling the cops on you” you threatened, and it was like that calm demeanor she once had completely disappeared. her gaze was filled with pure hatred, and in an instant she pounced on you.

“you know i hate having to do this to you baby” she whispered, her voice oddly calm again, she straddled you, pulling your phone from your hands and she threw it at a wall, the screen shattering.

you looked at her with pure disbelief, you tried getting from under her but she purposely grounded her weight down, making it impossible for you to move. “don’t fight me dear, you’re only making it harder for yourself” she said with false sweetness, and then you finally thought and asked, “where’s dani?” and she laughed, an uncomfortably soft and gentle one.

“oh her? she’s somewhere” she said, her tone was dismissive, clearly she hated the face you were asking about your girlfriend. “but why are you worried about her, darling? i’m here, and she isn’t.” she cupped your cheeks, her hands were freezing cold.

her touch sent shivers down your spine, and she leaned closer, whispering in your ear, “i’m only here to remind you of what we used to have, you know you miss me” and in some sick, twisted way, lara was right.. you did miss her, but you weren’t gonna ever admit that, especially not to her, to anyone. You were in denial.

“no i don’t, we’re over lara. we’ve been over for years!” you retort but lara grabbed your face, her grip rough as she squeezed your cheeks between her thumb and fingers and she started into your eyes with a threatening intensity, “i told you i’d always find you, that i’d always love you no matter fucking what.”

you couldn’t speak, tears welling in your eyes from fear and pain, and lara’s expression softened, her grip loosening. “there's my girl..” her tone was so possessive, it made you shiver again. “now do you really wanna know where she is?” lara asked and you nod, she got off you, leading you downstairs. “she’s right there” lara pointed to the couch where daniela sat, slightly hunched over.

which worried you, because daniela never sat like that. you walked closer, only to step in something wet on the floor, and you looked down noticing blood, then looking at daniela, seeing her throat was slit, lara was standing behind you, a sinister smile on her face.

“you like it? I did it all by myself.” she whispered, pulling daniela’s hair, exposing the deep wound in her neck. you gasped, unsure of what to do, you were frozen. “well,, i’m not talking to myself, answer the question (y/n)” lara said, her tone sharper than before.

you decided to play it safe, noticing the gleam of something in her pocket, “it looks nice..” you said, but your tone wasn’t convincing enough for her. “you don’t sound genuine,” she said while leaning closer to your ear.

“i’m being honest, lara please” you pleaded, fearing for your life and lara only laughed.. which scared you, rightfully. somehow you ended back inside your bedroom with her, you both were naked, lara was only in her boxer briefs, and you were completely nude.

she had you lay on the bed, and she hovered over you, a knife in one hand, the other caressing your body. your body tensed with each touch, she brought the blade to your skin, the knife so sharp that when she just traced a heart gently it broke skin, blood beading and trickling down onto the sheets.

lara looked into your eyes, her tongue darting out and licking the blood, and she went up, kissing you, letting you taste your own blood. “sweet, isn’t it?” she whispered against your ear, and you nodded. her kiss was so intoxicating it made you forget everything else.

lara loved that she had this effect on you, your eyes glazed over and she used that to her advantage, getting completely nude and covering your mouth as she pushed into you, holding eye contact.

you hissed at the sudden intrusion, your eyes going wide as you looked into lara’s, seeing nothing but love and obsession, then you felt her move. she moved her hips slowly, panting in your ear.

you couldn't help but moan, and soon something so soft turned into lara having you ass up face down, pulling your hair, her hips snapping harshly against your ass. you cried out from the pain and pleasure, but that only fueled her to go harder.

no matter how much you begged her to go softer, she only gripped tighter, her nails digging into your hip, each time you begged or told her to stop she’d spank you. after what felt like forever, her thrusts began to stutter, indicating she was close, and you tried pushing on her, trying to pull her out but her hand gripped your hips tighter, keeping her inside.

“pull out, lara… please” you moaned, trying to push her off but failing, lara pulled out, laying you on the bed only to quick slip back in, and fuck you in missionary, looking into your eyes and watching the disappointment on your face with a grin as she came inside you.

you sobbed as she filled you, your nails digging into her back as she lazily thrusted, she knew she just ruined your life beyond killing your girlfriend because now you’re stuck with a part of her forever, even if she left you alone.

lara pulled out after a minute, then you woke up, your body trembling as you looked around, you see daniela laying next to you, sound asleep, though her eyes began to flutter and she sleepily whispered, “are you okay?”

[yunazxxx]

marz hcs using twt links !!

red (nsfw) + pink (sfw)

(🐾) some are mlw but ignore. + other katz drops

prev . next — not as many sfws and IM SO SORRY MY FEED IS NAWT MY BEST FRIEND RN

nsfw . . . . . . . . . . .

idk if i’ve ever touched the topic of harder kinks between the katz but for marz — marking had to be amongst the top. despite manon being the oldest of the pair, whenever lara’s riding her she cant help but lose her mind each time the younger’s nails are scratching away at her.

do i really have to say much? let’s be honest — tits are tits and manon, well, has a thing for tits. so there’s no way in hell its ever a question what she does when her and lara are cuddling, granted it can be cute at times but theres nights manon can’t help herself :(

(g!p manz) lwk provoked after that vid of manz doing pushups — but js imagine manon in hers and dani’s garage working out, and lara comes over needing manon’s attention, but the older continues to say no so lara takes it upon herself to just ride the older — normally they’d use condoms or manon would pull out but lara’s breading kink was clouding her better judgment and well, yeah.

(g!p lara) do i believe these two have a thing for recording? yes, do i believe they might also record videos like this? yes. — now the conversation up until the recording was strange, but somehow manon convinced lara to do the video, it was cute but lara was losing her mind watching manz’s spit bubbles and hearing her giggles.

sfw . . . . . . . . . . .

(org. atz joong + yunho) — i keep thinking about a tweet or something i saw of someone saying manon said that her and lara basically charge each other up and all i can think about are the small notes or words we never hear or see them say to eo and i genuinely feel like this might’ve been one of them, or just really close to it.

(org. atz jongho + yunho) again cuddle sessions between marz, but its not even much of cuddle, take it as lara needing some reassurance during a live or anything and she just leans her head on manon’s shoulder for a little while :(

[yunazxxx]

daniela avanzini preacher’s daughter fic masterlist —

strangers (nsfw) : am i making you feel sick?

western nights (nsfw) : please don’t love how i need you

western nights (nsfw + pt2) : wip

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please read the warnings to these fics before continuing to read the actual contents. these arent exactly smuts, they’re also not in recommendations for people who have been through or have history of not being able to handle things mentioned in these — AND THESE BOTH FEATURE TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS SO PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE. they aren’t in the mentioned warnings/tags so i have to say it.

ps. yes i am back and i hear u anons i am coming back to write ur fics dont worry im not abandoning you guys lifes js been a lot lately but i’ll be making a comeback sooner than later — writing layout is also changing so dont worry if you think its an old fic its not (probably) its just me changing how i set up layouts again

[yunazxxx]

don't worry 'bout no air, baby drown — daniela avanzini x meret manon

in where stepsisters manon and daniela get a little experimental during movie night — (wc) 3.6k

cunnilungus, markings, fingering, stepcest, oral (dani n manon receiving), manon literally hates daniela & vice versa, gp!manon, age gap mention, bratty!daniela, dom!manon, sub!daniela, dacryphilia, hate sex, etc? — now playing drown by véyah

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her mother married her father, honestly they both fucking hated the idea of a step sibling. manon would always get an attitude from daniela, the lating's mother would always say it's okay because daniela was “younger" which manon quickly grew tired of.

at some point, manon started ignoring daniela and once she did, it was like daniela just stopped. they would only get along for the sake of their parents so they could believe they actually liked one another.

the plan worked until the night of the usual family movie night came, and their parents suddenly canceled on them instead of saying something sooner.

“girls, we’ll be going out tonight” — those words made manon feel a certain rage she had never felt before. “what do you mean?” she’d quickly ask, trying to understand.

“we’ll be going out on a date, so i need you both to stay home and watch the house tonight. you guys can come up with your own movie night, right?” daniela’s mother said, her eyes darting between both the swiss and latina women.

manon let out a heavy sigh, but daniela replied “sure, we can. i just thought you guys would spend some time with us tonight” she meant no malice with the comment, but this was something the girls were growing used to and then mysteriously they can’t join on for tonight.

manon’s father opened his mouth, but daniela’s mother answered quicker — “uhm, well… since you two have been getting along we thought that we could just trust you two together for one night” she said, looking at him and back to them.

manon’s jaw clenched, and looked at daniela with pure hatred before looking back at their parents, “sure, we can… coexist for a while. how long will you guys be gone?” the ghanaian woman asked, looking at her father.

“uhm, about that dear…. we’ll be returning tomorrow afternoon” her father answered, making manon roll her eyes. “what the fuck…” she whispered under her breath and daniela looked at them like they were insane.

“why so long? with her of all people.” daniela said, her tone was so rude and had malice leaking through it. — “as if i wanna be stuck with your ass” manon scoffed, and their parents looked at each other.

“girls, we need you to get slong for one night, do the movie night still, have friends over, we don’t care just… please, get along” daniela’s mom said, looking at her daughter then back to manon.

“you can do that for me, yeah babe?” daniela’s mom said, looking at her daughter, and dani sighed, nodding “yeah, we can” and manon just looked at her dad.

“honey, just for tonight” he said softly, walking over to her and daniela looked at her and scoffed “it’s not that bad, stop acting like such a bitch”

and manon looked at daniela before sighing, a smile on her face before saying “actually, you guys should take a week away. enjoy your relationship, i’ll take good care of daniela.”

manon had something in mind, and her father just smiled at her, backing away and saying his goodbyes. daniela felt like her heart stopped hearing that, “wai-“

“okay bye girls, we’ll see you tomorrow” daniela’s mom said as she closed the front door, locking manon and daniela in the same house for the next few hours.

“i fucking hate you, you know that?” daniela broke the silence after a while of just sitting there, “likewise..” manon said, which caused daniela to get up and walk upstairs.

daniela went up to her bedroom, turning on her tv to tune out whatever bullshit manon would be on, but the ghanaian woman came up the stairs and was at her threshold.

“what do you want?” the cuban woman asked, her attitude snappy with her. manon scoffed, “against my own better judgment, they wanted us to watch a movie together, so let’s get that over with then you can be in here.”

daniela rolled her eyes, “fine” and manon turned around, “and they’re watching us so the exact same way we act with them here, we have to act now”

“i know, i know” daniela had a dismissive attitude which made manon want to just lunge at her right then and there and rearrange everything on her perfect face…. wait.

manon stopped in her tracks. did she just…. no… no.. no. — “whats wrong with you?” daniela asked, it’s not like she gave a fuck but she did not want this to be a prolonged situation. one and done, that’s all that needed to happen.

the swiss woman just clenched her jaw, forcing a smile.. “nothing… nothing.” she continued walking to the living room and picked up the remote.

once daniela got inside the living room she just looked at manon, “so? what fuckass movie do you want to watch?” she asked, sitting on the couch, her attitude still evident.

manon sighed and cursed to herself, knowing this was going to be a long night. she pinched the bridge of her nose and sat down beside daniela, “you choose” and she tossed the remote on her lap.

the venezuelan woman just rolled her eyes, and picked a random horror film. manon’s eye twitched at this but she just shook it off, and got on her phone.

daniela ripped manon’s phone from her hands once she noticed, “no phones” she said sarcastically but teasingly, and put it in her own pocket.

manon sighed again, and waited a few minutes before pouncing on daniela and trying to rip her phone from the latina’s pocket.

“give me my fucking phone dani, stop playing around!” manon said, she was frustrated but daniela kept laughing at this. she fucking enjoyed this. — that was until manon pinned her against the couch.

she wasn’t applying every ounce of pressure possible, but she was applying enough that prevented daniela from moving freely. the latina’s smile dropped slightly, manon was staring at her, breathing labored as her eyes burned with anger.

the room fell dead silent, everything seemed muffled. the tv wasn’t as loud as it felt it was just a few minutes ago, the only thing the pair could hear were their own heartbeats.

it took them a while to even notice their own position, manon basically was straddling daniela. the ghanaian woman got off of her and just sat beside her. the latina slightly sat up, her expression was still just as surprised as it was confused.

manon doing that was so subtle but she… she liked it? the latina woman couldn’t think straight and focus on the movie, she continued to think about manon pinning her down like that.

daniela was sitting there thinking for a while, noticing manon was on her phone again, and she snatched it again, this time running away to her own bedroom with it.

manon ran after her, and tackled dani to her bed. pinning her down once again, sitting all of her weight on daniela’s waist. she grabbed her wrists with one hand and retrieved her phone.

daniela squirmed under her, but once manon put her phone in pocket she walked off and daniela whispered “fucking bitch..” knowing how much it’ll piss manon off.

the older woman turned around and walked towards her again, “what did you just call me?” — “what did you hear?” daniela retorted and manon nodded, “okay, i heard you call me a fucking bitch” her tone was more sharp and dani nodded.

“that’s what i said” and manon clenched her jaw before turning back around, “you aren’t even fucking worth it” she went back to the living room, and sat down. — well more so laid on the couch.

daniela followed manon out, but when she went inside the living room and saw manon laying on the couch, she sat on her lap. — the ghanaian woman could only sigh, but she ignored her.

daniela turned her position to face manon, now straddling the older woman. she noticed manon wasn’t paying her any attention, but she didn’t care, her fingers just traced lines on manon’s clothed chest.

the action pulled manon’s attention to her, “what are you doing?”, she asked, her tone was just as agitated. it fired something up inside daniela, and she could feel the tensing of manon’s body.

daniela just giggled, inching her face towards manon, “well.. i just want to bother you” she said, trying to play off the fact that she craved manon’s aggressive touch.

she started whining her hips on the older woman, knowing that she hated when she’d touch her. manon’s jaw clenched as she grabbed daniela’s waist, “stop it.” she said, her voice was so rough and aggressive. — slightly, husky even?

daniela’s eyes stayed on manon’s, her body slightly shaking when manon held her. the older woman’s gaze was filled with pure hatred, and anger.

daniela continued tracing patterns with her fingertips on manon’s chest, looking into her eyes and feeling smaller under her.

manon’s hold tightened but daniela could feel something under her slightly growing harder. manon couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, feeling cock growing harder the longer daniela sat on her.

“fuck, get…” manon said breathlessly, “get off..” she tried clearing her throat to hold her composure but failing, making the cuban woman giggle, “why? what’s wrong? don’t you like me?” she tried playing in with her …. fucking with her.

manon sighed deeply, and looked in the corner of the living room before looking at her. “they’re watching” she darted her eyes up to the camera which pulled daniela’s attention there, making the latina groan.

she got up and unplugged the camera. its not like their parents cared honestly, they only ever had it on for nights the house was empty. so manon and daniela would use it to their advantage — though, tonight was different.

daniela went back to straddling manon, her clothed cunt sitting directly on manon’s erection. the ghanaian woman sighed, trying to keep her composure while daniela kept fucking with her.

“you have a lot of patience now” daniela sighed. she was growing mad because she’s not getting the same energy from manon. — it was making her frustrated, sexually frustrated.

manon just shrugged, continuing to watch the movie, her hands resting against her chest. daniela sighed and got off manon, but she noticed her erection and gasped.

“did that turn you on?” she teased her, which made manon cover herself with a pillow, “shut the fuck up” but daniela didn’t stop. — “no, you liked it” she taunted, and continued until manon pinned her against the couch again.

daniela loved seeing the burning anger and desire mixing in her eyes, manon was irritated, breathing labored and her hold on daniela was rough, the cuban woman could feel her fingertips slightly digging into her skin, making her squirm.

manon looked at for a moment, almost contemplating something but all she said was “fuck it” — she inched her face closer to daniela’s neck, breathing in her scent before gently nipping at her skin.

daniela’s body squirmed under her, but manon continued on. her hold became firmer as she licked daniela’s neck, finding her sweet spots. the latina could only let out soft whimpers, her fingers inched inside manon’s hair and she gently grabbed at it, almost angling manon to where she should be.

the younger woman’s body arched against the older’s when she bit her, manon began kissing down daniela’s chest, her teeth grazing against dani’s soft skin.

the ghanaian woman then pulled her into a deep kiss, her hands, which were rested on daniela’s waist, began moving along her body — daniela felt like she was losing her mind, each and every touch from manon made her body feel like jello.

she helplessly moaned into the kiss, manon’s hands rested on her hips to prevent the younger from bucking them. manon broke off from the kiss to see the flushed mess beneath her, daniela was panting, her cheeks had a slight red tint, she couldn’t keep her hips still, she whined at the loss of contact, her hazel eyes looking into manon’s, pleading almost.

manon’s hands gripped her waist a little tighter, giggling at the way she looked. — “for you to be someone who loves annoying others, you sure are easy.” she’d mock her, and make daniela squirm.

“sh-shut the fuck up!” daniela tried to hold a cold front but knowing she wasn’t convincing manon at all, and the older woman just chuckled. she got off of daniela, slowly tearing away at the sweatpants the venezuelan wore.

daniela fell limp under manon’s touch, she looked in her eyes, seeing pure desire and lust in her eyes. her body twitched as she held eye contact with manon as she gently kissed up her legs, softly licking her skin with each kiss.

the latina felt so submissive under her touch, like each and every feel of manon’s lips coming in contact with her skin made her feel like something was sending electric volts through her body.

her fingers found their way in the back of manon’s head, gripping her neck as she kissed further up her thighs, and her back began to arch. “f.. fuck” she whimpered out.

manon held her thighs open while she continued to kiss, inching closer to daniela’s underwear. she helplessly bucked her hips against nothing, whimpering for more.

“please… stop teasing me..” and manon just laughed at her, sending shivers down her spine. she felt so embarrassed begging manon to touch her — it was almost degrading in a way.

manon’s fingers teased her, the ghanaian woman’s thumb tracing against her underwear. — “pl… please”, daniela breathlessly got out.

manon slowly pulled her underwear down, watching the slick that connected from her pussy to the thin fabric, giggling to herself.

once she pulled them off, she kissed up daniela’s body, starting at her waist, going up her abdomen and stopping at her chest, “remove these”, manon said, tapping the tshirt and bra.

while daniela quickly removed her shirt, manon gently pushed two of her fingers inside of daniela. making the latina’s back arch even further against her body, manon kissed on her neck while she curled her fingers.

as she picked up the pace, she could feel her dick twitching in her pants, begging to be touched.. almost making it impossible for manon to focus. daniela’s hands held on manon’s shoulders, and she tightened her grip.

manon’s other hand was on daniela’s waist, gripping her tightly, slowly moving her hips into her ministrations. manon sped up, and kissed down daniela’s body, going to her clit where she gently began eating her out.

“p-please… i’m so… so close” daniela panted out, her hands going to manon’s neck as she started grinding against her face. the ghanaian woman lifted her head, leaving daniela bucking into the air.

“n-no please” daniela begged, tears welling in her eyes as she grew needier. manon just chuckled and backed up from daniela, undoing her own pants.

she slid off the jeans she wore, her erection obvious through her boxers. “come here” manon said gently to dani, the latina woman crawled to the edge of the bed, looking up at manon, sitting on her knees.

manon held her chin, a sadistic smile on her face as she looked at daniela. “help me with this” she gestured to her boxers and daniela pulled them down, looking up at manon.

manon’s cock sprung from her boxers, her tip hitting the cuban woman’s lips. daniela pulled the boxers down to manon’s thighs, wrapping her hand around manon’s cock.

“so… so big” she murmured to herself and she continued stroking manon, making the older woman groan. “come on, you can do more than that” the ghanaian woman said, her eyes dark with lust.

daniela put the tip in her mouth, sucking lightly, her tongue swirling around it while manon dripped precum into her mouth, “stop.. teasing” manon said, holding back a moan.

daniela takes more of manon’s cock into her mouth, struggling a bit but determined to please her. drool starts to drip down her chin as she tries to fit more.

“come on, you can fit more.” manon said, making a messy ponytail with her hands in daniela’s hair. the latina gags slightly but continues to push herself, her lips stretching around the girth. she manages to take about half before pulling back to breathe.

“mmh... it's so big…” she pants, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the ghanaian woman’s tip, making her giggle. “looks so pretty like this..” manon said, pulling daniela’s hair to make her look up at her.

daniela’s hand was subconsciously stroking manon while they held eye contact, “you can take more than half, can’t you?” she asked and daniela nodded, her determination obvious.

her cheeks flushed red with effort and arousal. she opens her mouth wider and takes another inch, her throat convulsing as she tries to suppress her gag reflex.

“fuck…” manon groaned, pushing herself deeper down faniela’s throat. daniela’s body jerked slightly, indicating that she was gagging. tears ran down her cheeks but she was determined to make manon feel good.

manon held daniela’s head against her crotch, slightly bucking her hips with each moan. daniela swallowed around her cock, breathing through her nose as manon retracted her hips to slam back inside.

the latina gagged again, and manon pulled out, her cock leaking with daniela’s saliva and drool, she looked at daniela’s puffy red lips, her eyes slightly red due to her crying.

manon only fakely cooed to the younger woman before throwing her on her back and getting on top of her, in an instant daniela’s legs wrapped around manon.

manon tapped her cock against daniela’s clit, making her twitch. “n-no please stop teasing” but manon only let out a cruel laugh at her begs, and started grinding her cock against daniela’s clit.

the latina’s nail began digging into manon’s back, her hips bucking up meeting manon’s pace — which was brutally…. brutally slow.

“p-please….” daniela sobbed out, her voice hoarse from just a few moments ago. “please what?” manon asked, speeding up a little bit, having a normal rhythm.

“need you… in me..” she begged, all of it came out as small whimpers and sobs. manon loved the effect she was having on daniela, she teased her tip inside the latina, watching her reaction.

daniela arched her back more, a sob left her throat, “please stop teasing.. i can’t take it” she said breathlessly.

manon pushed herself inside of daniela slowly, leaving her hips still while the latina desperately tried gaining friction, bucking her hips against her.

manon held her down, halting daniela’s movements, “please…” daniela sobbed out, and manon began slowly, thrusting inside of her.

daniela’s wrapped her legs around manon’s waist, pushing the ghanaian woman deeper. manon’s paced stayed insanely slowly, making daniela beg her for more.

manon sped up and daniela’s nails began digging into her back, manon’s hips touching daniela’s with each thrust, going deeper, hitting her cervix.

daniela tried her best to hold back any moans that threatened to slip but she ended up moaning manon’s name pretty loud, so loud it echoed off the bedroom walls.

manon chuckled to herself as she went fast, her hips slamming against the latina. manon leaned down, biting at her neck, small moans escaping her own mouth as dani started tightening around her.

the cuban woman started bucking into the swiss woman’s movements, her moans growing louder as she grew closer, “please i’m so close.. let me cum” — she helplessly begged but manon pulled out, flipping daniela onto her stomach.

daniela whined at the empty feeling, clenching around nothing as her face hit the mattress, she could feel manon’s cock slipping back inside of her while the ghanaian woman’s hands slid up her back, wrapping around the back of her neck as she pushed her head further into the mattress, fucking daniela aggressively.

daniela’s orgasm built up again, her begs muffled due to the mattress, but manon could feel her walls convulsing around her. she could feel daniela’s body beginning to spasm as she came, her hand coming off her neck, pulling daniela by her hair as her cock went in deeper.

the venezuelan woman’s moans were louder as manon fucked her through her orgasm, then manon spanked her, leaving a red hand print of daniela’s ass as she went faster.

manon’s hand wrapped around daniela’s throat and let her hair go as she went harder. daniela gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white the harder she held it.

manon went even faster, wrapping her hands around daniela’s mouth as the latina arched, going faster and deeper. this pushed daniela into another orgasm, but it was all muffled while she struggled to catch her breath as manon held her mouth tighter.

the sound of their skin slapping and the bed creaking could be heard throughout the whole house, the latina’s pussy was dipping in her arousal and cum, making a squelching noise each time manon thrusted inside of her.

the ghanaian woman’s hips began to stutter as she grew closer, her hands going to daniela’s waist as she continued to piston into the woman.

daniela’s moans were breathless, her face laying against the bed, her mascara running down her cheeks and lipstick smeared with tear stains on her face, looking completely fucked out while manon came inside of her.

she could feel each rope shooting deep inside her womb, manon stayed inside her for a while, slowly thrusting her hips before she pulled out, turning daniela over to look at her with a smug look on her face.

“you got what you wanted” manon said and got off the bed to get the things to clean daniela up while her load dripped from the latina’s pussy.

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