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Source: “A Visit With the Fairies” (2008)
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Silvermist’s house.
Source: “A Visit With the Fairies” (2008)
(Illustration credits/copyright: Disney)
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Queen Zamurgia
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Chapter 1: The end but also the beginning…
Death, she decided very quickly, was deeply underwhelming.
There was no tunnel of light. No dead relatives waiting with open arms. No emotional orchestra swelling in the background as she peacefully ascended into the afterlife after a meaningful final thought.
No.
One moment she had been dragging herself home after a fourteen-hour shift with the grace of a dying Victorian orphan, and the next moment something absolutely ridiculous happened.
To this day, she would firmly argue that it was not her fault. The object in question had not even looked dangerous.
In fact, she distinctly remembered staring at it in confusion before everything went black. That was the insulting part.
Not only had she died, but she had died stupidly.
No ancient prophecy.
No dramatic sacrifice.
No cool final speech.
Just exhaustion, bad luck, and what she could only describe as cosmic nonsense. Then came the nothingness, except it was not really nothingness.
That was what made it so deeply unsettling.
The space around her seemed bright, yet there was no visible source of light. It was colourless while somehow containing every colour imaginable at once. It felt cold and warm simultaneously, heavy and weightless, silent yet buzzing faintly beneath the surface like distant static buried underneath water.
She could not tell if she was standing or if she even had a body and at first, panic clawed at her throat then confusion settled in, and then irritation.
Because what exactly was she supposed to do here? She floated or maybe she drifted or maybe she was simply existing inside whatever this strange place was supposed to be.
Time did not feel real, it could have been five minutes. It could have been five centuries, and eventually she folded invisible arms across her invisible chest.
“Well,” she muttered into the void, “this is weird.”
Her voice echoed strangely. Not outward maybe inward, like the sound had nowhere to travel except directly back into her own mind. Nothing answered and she sighed dramatically, “If this is the afterlife,” she said, “I want a refund.”
Then the voice appeared.
Not from above.
Not from below.
Not from anywhere.
It simply existed.
“We sincerely apologise.”
“…!!!!”
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Lesson Learnt - Narumi Gen
Synopsis: Shinomiya learns the hard way, she is not the top of the food chain in the First Division, in fact, she's nowhere close.
Warnings: Fighting, injuries, broken bones, Asuna is a beast and she knows it, Gen pulls the finger
Narumi Gen x named character, can be read as x reader, AFAB character, named original character, longish short fic.
A/N: Another installment of my ongoing one-shot collection for Narumi Gen and Kuriyama Asuna. Please let me know what you think.
Requests open.
“Again”
Smack. Smack. Skid.
“Again”
Smack. Smack. Smack. Skid.
No one is counting how many times Shinomiya Kikuro hits the floor anymore.
She had made her bed.
Now she was being forced to lie in it.
“Your foot work is sloppy when you’re angry.” Two quick smacks on the practice staff emphasize the point as it slips free of her grasp and she falls off balance.
Her legs are swept out from under her to drive the point home.
“Again”
Platoon Leader Kuriyama Asuna had been described in the media as many things. Confident. Composed. Elegant. Humble. Deadly.
Vice Captain Hoshina had once described her as a tungsten blade. Sharp and never wavering.
Kuriyama’s subordinates had all said the same things. A task master. Harsh but fair. Brutal but not punishing. A teacher who remembers what it was like being the student.
Yet as she stands in the centre of the training dojo, Shinomiya can only think of one word to describe her.
A challenge.
Hair loose and feet bare she looks like a woman ill prepared for battle. Without a single drop of sweat or hitch in her breath, she is an image of perfect calm, staff held loosely in one hand, the other tucked behind her back.
She hadn’t used it since they started sparring over an hour ago.
Several people wince as Shinomiya charges, yelling wordlessly as she all but throws her staff forwards.
Jab to the side. Blocked.
Sweep to the feet. Missed.
Jab. Blocked. Stab. Blocked. Swing. Dodged.
What would have been a crushing blow, poised as if she held her axe in her hands, is interrupted by a swift kick to the knee and a Bo staff to the ribs.
The bones giving way under wood as she is flung out of the ring.
No one tries to help her up.
Not as Kuriyama stalks towards her prone form, staff balanced on one shoulder as she assesses the girl clutching her side, straining to get up.
She crouches next to her. Tilts her head as she meets Shinomiya’s tear filled gaze and sighs.
“You’re done”
“What?!”
Kuriyama stands once again, “You’re done for the day. Anymore and you won’t be apart of the next operation.”
“But a platoon Leader I-“
She holds up a hand to silence the girl. “You cannot get off the ground on your own and you will not be able to lift your staff. Anymore and you will be bed bound for a week at least.”
Her hand lowers. “No more. Not today” she turns, the movement swift and silent aside from the swish of her loose hair against the back of her shirt.
On the ground Shinomiya rages. Humiliated and beaten. Clutching ribs that are most certainly cracked at the least and grasping wounded pride she’d never learnt to regulate.
A brash idea flicks through her mind and before she can think her decision through, she is moving.
Staff in hand she darts for the Platoon Leaders turned back, staff jabbing for the area between the taller women’s shoulder blades. Exposed.
Several gasps echo around the room but voice alone wouldn’t be enough to stop her. Nor would sound be fast enough.
CRACK!
The staff in her hands splinters and snaps.
A second strike has Shinomiya reeling, cheek stinging as the bamboo connects with soft flesh. It reddens and begins to bruise almost immediately.
As the polished end of a Kuriyama’s Bo staff hovers under her chin, scraping her throat with every deep swallow, realization hits her.
Kuriyama had broken the Bo staff with her hand and was either immune to the pain or strong enough that breaking through the thick bamboo with an open palm was just that easy for her.
Shinomiya was lucky she hadn't ended up with a broken jaw.
“Good. You moved on instinct.” Kuriyama blinks slowly, the slightest hint of a smile inching it way to her face. “That is how you need to fight.”
Shinomiya’s ribs scream almost as loud as her nerves. Danger. She’s in danger.
Her eyes fill with tears she refuses to let go, ribs screaming and muscles straining as her head is forced higher.
If this had been real battle.
If Asuna Kuriyama has her Kaiju forged Naginata and not a simple training staff.
Shinomiya Kikuro would have been nothing more than the sad remnants of a memory laying in a pool of blood.
“What’s the matter Kikuro? You said you were going to be challenging my records within a month.” There’s mocking in the way Kuriyama smirks “you can’t even handle a simple training”
Several spectators wince, either having been on the other end of her words or imagining being so. Several First Division veterans rub their scars, remembering their first trainings with the young woman and the humiliating outcome.
Ego befitted no one.
Arrogance kills.
And Kuriyama Asuna was Division One’s cure for both conditions. Something many recruits, young and old, had learnt the hard way upon their selection to the First Division of Japan’s Anti Kaiju Defense Force.
“If you can’t land a hit how do you expect to beat my records?”
Failure is a bitter feeling Kikuro has little to no experience with. Living up the expectations of her father, the memory of her mother, failure was never an option.
She had to be the best or she was worth nothing. Not to her squad, not to her Captain and certainly not to her Father.
The teenagers' cheeks flush as she remembers they’re not alone in the training room. Several other new recruits and Platoon Leaders lining the mats, Hibino Kafka propped against a wall nursing his own bruises, holding his likely broken wrist from his own sparring.
And Narumi Gen, Captain of the first Division, was most definitely watching the spectacle from the viewing floor.
Not because Hasegawa had taken all his electronics, but because of the woman making an example of her.
There’s no way they’ll keep her in the First Division now.
Not only has she failed the shooting drills, falling short of the average run time mark by a full thirty seconds but now she couldn't land a hit on an opponent using only one hand.
She’d be sent back to the Third Division once the base was fixed.
She’d never get a chance at the First again.
She’d never live up to her parent’s legacies.
Asuna pulls her staff back with a flourish. Spinning the stick to tuck it behind her arm.
“Let me give you some advice, Shinomiya Kikuro.”
The teenager blinks furiously in a futile attempt to smother her rising tears. Her internal mantra of self deprecation momentarily interrupted.
“We are the first Division. We do not care about numbers or records, we care about results. If you cannot provide results, you have no place in the First.”
Kikuro feels her soul fracture as the words of the third in command hit her. Her fears realised and nightmares coming true as she kneels at the mercy of one of her childhood idols.
“You say you want to break my records. Break them, I do not care.” Asuna straightens her posture and looks over the still prone teen. “You will hit a ceiling just like everyone else. There will be a limit to how much you can give and how much you can take.”
The distant memory of her mother flashes before Kikuro’s eyes. Her white suit, her bright smile and the unshakable steadiness of her entire being.
Briefly she wonders if the Platoon Leader lecturing her knew her mother. The words foreign yet familiar all the same.
“To make it in the First Division you have to touch that ceiling. Only then can you be considered an Officer of the First.”
Asuna’s hair swings as she turns, steps even as she walks to the center of the room, not acknowledging the stunned onlookers who scuttle out of her path.
She heaves a sigh as she places her staff on the floor, looking over her shoulder briefly at the small form of the girl on the mats.
She looks younger with tears streaming down her cheeks. Cheek a splotched mess of red and blue from where her staff struck, one arm hanging limply by her side as the other cradles her no doubt aching side.
Years of practice have made her silent on tatami mats, yet as she steps closer to the broken Shinomiya, the weave creaks and groans.
It takes Kikuro a moment to register the outreached hand, an offer not of peace but of assistance. She takes it gingerly, not daring to meet the eyes of the older woman as she is supported up from her position.
A trip to the infirmary added to the unwritten schedule.
It’s no more than twelve steps but each movement stings and shame echos through her bones as she joins Kafka against the wall.
What a pair they make.
Imposters parading as Officers in the First Division.
Bruised and beaten by a woman who hasn’t even broken a sweat.
Shinonome shuffles to the pair, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed and one leg bracing against it. “You’re going to want to keep watching” she smirks, nodding back to the cement mats where Asuna stands alone, staff back in hand.
There is no warning when Narumi strikes. Launching himself from the second floor and aiming directly for his Platoon Leaders head with a staff of his own.
She steps to the side and dodges flawlessly, turning on her heel to issue a return strike to his midsection, missing as Narumi turns mid air, twisting away to land on the other side of the mats.
There’s a moment of pause as no one bares breathe, Platoon Leader and Captain sizing each other up, weapons braced.
Shinomiya doesn’t see the second they move. The two nothing more than a black and grey pink blur twisting, turning, leaping and dodging. The occasional smack rings out as their staffs strike each other.
There are no taunts, no yells or cries as with other sparring pairs. They fight wordlessly but perfectly in syncronization.
Neither land a hit.
Neither falter or stumble.
It’s a perfectly choreographed dance between two living weapons. So perfectly in aligned it’s as if they can read each other’s minds, predict movement before it’s made.
They lock staffs, nose to nose as their eyes meet. A wordless moment of reprieve before they blur into motion once again.
“Wow” Kafka whispers, transfixed on their movements as his Kaiju eyes allow him to see every detail in their deadly dance. From the static of their clothing to the splinters chipping off the wooden staffs with each blocked strike.
For all his brute force and seeming lack of care, Narumi spins and strikes with the smaller weapon as if it was always his and not the hulking bayonet he usually wields. The weapon an extension of himself in a less ostentatious form.
Although missing the curved blade at one end and a significant amount of weight in the weapon itself, Asuna fights as if she is dancing. Light on her feet, posture upright and strong, lacking the flips and flair she inserts when fighting low ranked Kaiju.
Kuriyama Asuna and Narumi Gen fight each other as if they were fighting a Honju. Pure instinct and skill.
It’s a blur of precision and beauty and-
It’s over.
A single bead of sweat rolls down Asuna’s brow, flowing down her cheek to drop onto the blunt end of the staff hovering at the base of her throat.
But there is no winner.
Narumi realises this as Asuna grins, arm out stretched as she twitches her staff forward an inch, the blunt head tapping against the centre of his chest.
His triumphant grin falls into the deep scowl “Gah! Damnit woman! I’m your Captain, you’re supposed to let me win!”
He pulls his staff back, helping his Platoon Leader from the ground before stalking over to the racking dragging the staff across the mats as he continues to mutter to himself.
Asuna’s laughs, not a full belly laugh but the laugh that only Narumi Gen and his childish antics can draw from her.
“You and I both know I’m never going to take it easy on you Gen”
He pulls the finger over his head without looking back, stalking back to the second floor as he sulks.
Asuna turns to the spectators, even the First Division Officers stunned into silence at the battle between two of their three strongest.
“Shinonome, you can take it from here. We need everyone to have solid basics before we try and fine tune anything” she turns, returning her weapon to the rack before making to join Narumi on the second floor.
It’s then that a through occurs to Kikoru. “Platoon Leader Kuriyama!” She calls, her voice shaky from pain but echoing through the room turning heads as the woman in question pauses mid step.
She makes no move to turn around but pauses in place, a gesture Kikoru takes as an invitation to continue.
“When did you hit your ceiling? I mean, when did you hit your limit?" The question is genuine but naive.
At only sixteen Shinomiya needed to know if one of the legends of the JAKDF, a woman so powerful at only twenty-six, had reached her peak. If she had touched her ceiling, found her limit, maybe Kikuro wasn't so far behind her after all.
A snort sounds from the second floor, Narumi reacting to the question like it personally offends him.
“Shinomiya Kikuro. You want to know when I hit my ceiling?” Asuna’s voice is steady but there’s an undertone dripping confidence like nothing she’d ever heard from the woman before.
She turns her head, locking eyes with the teen over her shoulder as she flashes her a smirk, one anyone would only need to look to the second floor to see the perfect reflection of.
“I don’t have a ceiling. I am the sky above it all.”
For Shinomiya Kikuro the goal suddenly changes. The aim no longer to beat the records of Kuriyama Asuna, but to be worthy of the First Division.
To earn the honor of fighting alongside them.
Even if she would never reach the sky above.
Your voice... // Hyunlix
Synopsis: For as long as hyunjin can remember, his soulmate was always singing. His voice was angelic, and Hyunjin loved it. He would gush on about his soulmate to his friends, but they all teased him. It was only until Hyunjin bumped into a man on the street that Hyunjin realized his soulmate had stopped singing, and why.
Type: One-Shot (699 words)
Genre(s): 🫂, 🍂(check pinned post for key)
Extra Notes: quick mention!! This does have mentions of child abuse on Felix's end, so if anything here makes you uncomfortable please feel free to keep scrolling!
Another quick mention, some stories will be slightly based off of personal experiences :)
Happy reading!
Story under the cut!!
For as long as Hyunjin could remember, his soulmate had always been singing. The soft hums drifted through his mind like sunlight through a curtain; warm, steady, and familiar. It was a voice that carried him through sleepless nights and rainy mornings, the kind that made the world feel a little less lonely.
Hyunjin loved that voice. He’d talk about it constantly to his friends, describing its tone and the way certain notes shimmered like glass. His friends would tease him, rolling their eyes whenever he gushed about someone he hadn’t even met. But that didn’t matter, Hyunjin didn’t need a name or a face to know he loved his soulmate. The song itself was proof enough.
Then, one morning, the music stopped.
It was so sudden that Hyunjin froze mid-step on his way to school. The silence wasn’t just quiet- it was wrong, like someone had pulled the world’s rhythm away. He tried humming back, hoping to feel that familiar resonance, but there was nothing. Hours turned to days, days to weeks, and still no voice. The empty space it left behind hurt worse than he expected.
Months later, Hyunjin was rushing downtown when he bumped into someone. He was a boy with tired eyes and a soft, startled apology. The moment their hands brushed, something inside Hyunjin clicked. The world snapped into focus. Memories, shared emotions, songs- all of it flooded his chest like a heartbeat.
But when their eyes met, Hyunjin realized why the voice had fallen silent. The boy, his soulmate, looked broken. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and beneath his long sleeves, Hyunjin swore he saw faint bruises near his wrist.
Hyunjin blinked hard after bumping into the stranger, the jolt sending a shock through his whole body. “Oh my gosh, I—I’m so sorry!” he stammered, bending to pick up the stranger’s dropped notebook.
“No, it’s okay,” the man said, his voice quiet, hoarse even, like someone who hadn’t used it in a while.
When Hyunjin handed the notebook back, their fingers brushed, and that familiar pull hit him. Like a note he’d almost forgotten how to hum.
“Wait,” Hyunjin whispered. “You’re… you’re the one who—”
The man looked confused, almost scared. “What do you mean?”
“Your voice,” Hyunjin breathed. “You used to sing.”
A flicker of pain crossed the man’s face. “yes... used to.”
They ended up sitting at a small café nearby, the quiet hum of the city filling the space between them. Hyunjin talked more than he should have- about art, about silly things his friends said- and Felix (that’s what he said his name was, eventually) listened with a soft smile that never went away.
When Hyunjin laughed, Felix tried to echo it. But his laughter always stopped halfway, catching in his throat.
“You okay?” Hyunjin asked gently when Felix rubbed at his wrist absentmindedly.
“Yeah,” Felix said quickly, tugging down his sleeve. “Just tired.”
Hyunjin wanted to believe him. He did. But the way Felix avoided his eyes told a story the words couldn’t. And when Hyunjin caught him humming under his breath- barely audible, cracked and trembling- he realized that some songs don’t stop because they’re over.
That night, alone in his room, Hyunjin finally understood. His soulmate had stopped singing not because the bond had faded… but because life had taken his voice away.
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Reader x Leman Russ
I couldn't get this stupid meme plot thing out of my head and now I'm inflicting it on the rest of you. But hey, if you enjoy oral then I guess this is for you and me both! It's a named character, hope that doesn't put anyone off.
It was never supposed to be this dangerous. There was a Primarch with them. The great and noble Leman Russ. No one who had any common sense in them would ever think that he could be bested. But the demon hoard had them surrounded and the Wolves were on the back foot as the Sisters did their all to support and scrambled to aid. Those with Psyker abilities were creating trenches to better push away the enemy.
Gloria swung her axe in an arc, pivoting as she activated the sonic vibrators that would make it easier to penetrate flesh and send their enemies scattering before them. Her skirts were tattered and her leg muscles were screaming at her to stop and rest but she couldn't. Blood dripped down her thighs, streaking the pale flesh and occasionally flicking off when she gathered enough energy to quicken her pace and throw off her latest combatant.
Turning her head, she could see that some of the men were falling to their knees, struggling to get up. The hopes of the men were dying as their fellows had to continue to fall back. She heard the struggled screaming of her Lord and twisted, horror infusing her when she saw that three of the things had him pinned down and he was grappling to get up, twisting to keep himself from being pinned with a blade or claw.
Her mouth was dry and her eyes widened, her jaw trembling slightly. He couldn't stay down. He was the mightiest of them all. He was the one she chose to follow. When she was given the choice she had jumped aboard his ship with no second thoughts and he had accepted. Her now brothers needed him to get up. She needed him to get up!
"My Lord!" Gloria let her voice raise up in desperation, no wavering to her tone, only that utter need to have him hear her and listen. She needed to tell him to get up!
"IF YOU FIGHT THESE CREATURES I WILL SIT ON YOUR FACE!!!"
One slice was all it took to take down all three of the things pinning him. Her eyes widened as her cheeks flamed with sudden shock. Leman Russ charged back into battle with a renewed furry and she abruptly turned to smack down another enemy. She didn't know what had put that thought in her head, but it worked.
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When the battlefield was cleared of enemies and they were gathering the wounded, Gloria smiled slightly when she saw that there were none dead amongst their fighters. Some gathered close to the standard bearers and regained some strength while others immediately began to help the wounded back to the base. Flicking away some of the blood, she did her best to clean her axe before setting it on her back and starting to go help.
She started to at least. Her hand was grabbed before she was more than five feet away from her small squad. Turning, she looked up at the Primarch and froze when he stared down at her.
"You meant what you said?" He asked with no preamble.
A Sister did not spread falsehood. She did not back down. Lifting her chin slightly, she cleared her throat.
"I meant it, my Lord."
Her hand was squeezed, lightly, as he knew how much stronger he was than the rest of them. His teeth were more like fangs when he grinned at her and began to lead her away. There were several others on the transport that would take them to their home away from home and none of them seemed interested in looking at anything but her and their Lord.
She kept her eyes ahead of her, looking unaffected as he settled her on his lap and ran his fingers up and down her thighs. His face pressing against her neck and pushing down the high collar of her robes so he could lick away the sweat there. Hesitantly at first, she returned the small gestures, touching his hand and arm and then cupping his head to hold him close when she tipped her head to the side and he found the sensitive spot close to the nape of her neck in the back. His lips and tongue were soft against her, insistent and tugging with a tender suction, but it was his teeth that had her shuddering as he bit her hard enough to leave bruises.
Her body shook slightly when the doors of the transport opened and the others made way for them so they could get off first. Everyone would have heard her scream so they knew what was going to happen. It should have embarrassed her at least a little but she couldn't find it in her to care much.
When they reached his room, he stripped himself bare of his armor but left his trousers on. When she started to do the same, however, there was an almost manic light in his eyes as he pulled her hands away from her stays and drug her onto the bed with him. His eyes darkened when he fingered the ripped sections of her skirt and with only a small effort he shredded it the rest of the way to make the long fabric into little more than a loin cloth that he could push aside.
She caught her breath when he made himself comfortable and quickly arranged her so she could look down at him as he enjoyed her. Her fingers caught the plush of the pillows he rested back against and held tightly to them when his fingers jerked her underwear and snapped the gusset in twain, exposing her to his eager mouth.
Perhaps she should have remembered his upbringing before she uttered the desperate words. Perhaps she should have been more hesitant on the ride over.
His hands gripped her ass and yanked her down on his mouth so he could eat her like a man starved. Her eyes widened when the flat of his tongue drove into her and slurped, working across her sex and stroking her lips as his jaw adjusted and he moaned gratefully as she began to twitch on her 'throne'. Looking down into his eyes, she wanted to remain aloof like she so often was. Her jaw clenched and she held her breath as her head tipped back.
So he helped her to grind her hips down against him, seeking her clit and sucking on it in between flicks of his tongue. His strong hands massaging her ass and thighs, keeping her firmly in place. Moving her just where he wanted her so he could get any little droplets of moisture that her pussy produced. She couldn't help but snap her head down to look at him then and she made a strangled sound when his fingers teased her opening briefly before his tongue struck home again.
Panting softly, her eyes couldn't pull away from him and she moved with his hands then, easing herself back and forth and little when he teased her folds and flickered his tongue on her clit before kissing and sucking it gently. That was the only place he was gentle, it seemed. The man was bound and determined to tongue fuck her into oblivion. She wasn't sure if it was punishment for screaming at him or a reward for him for surviving.
"My Lord." She gasped, her hips grinding down eagerly.
He didn't pull away to respond, only held her closer and swept his tongue in quick circles that had her inner walls clenching on him. Her hands gripped his hair as she tried to hold him in just one place but he shook his head and continued his feast. He gave her a small mercy of a single digit seeking upwards inside her and her back arched sharply as she came with his lips on her and his name on hers.
on candid camera
summary: Jooheon and Amina decided to give their exes a taste of their own medicine...
content: cheating, smut, revenge, pushover!reader, CONSENSUALLY made sex tape, snake ass “friend”, Jooheon, black!reader, black writer, Monsta X, Joohoney, Lee Jooheon, cheating exes, named character
author's note: This took me A YEAR to make and I'm so glad I finished it through all the writer's block and the tears lol. I hope you all enjoy.
“Jooheon, wait! We can’t do this. I…I…I have a boyfriend and you have a—“
Her protests were cut off by the feeling of his soft lips against her own. She was beginning to annoy the hell out of him with her little “moral high ground”, even though the both of them have been getting cheated on by their significant others for three months now. Like damn! Shut up!
He pulled away from her, leaving a trail of saliva between them, “are you done?”
Silently, she nodded while in a daze from that mind blowing kiss. Amina had to admit that his kisses were better than her boyfriend’s could ever be and she had been dating him for almost three years now.
“Look. Who the fuck cares about Kelsey and that damn idiot? They’ve been cheating on us for months,” he snapped. He had a point about that, but she just felt so damn guilty for even doing this in the first place. Her boyfriend was her first real relationship after many years of being the butt of a joke and being on dating apps where the men would only want her for her body rather than her mind. She felt guilty for cheating back because that wasn’t who she was at all. She was not the type of girl to cheat on her significant other in the slightest.
“Jooheon, I…I…I don’t th-think I can do this. It’s wrong and just…just…just bad,” she mumbled. The twenty-something year old man rolled his eyes hard. He could clearly see why Kelsey would run all over her. Amina was a HUGE pushover. He knew she was one from the moment they met, but he did not think it was this bad. It was such a shame considering how beautiful she is. Compared to Kelsey, she was a knockout. He could remember the first time he laid eyes on her. He thought she was gorgeous as hell. A little shy, but she was gorgeous.
If he hadn’t started dating his cheating girlfriend-turned-ex, then he would have for sure pursued Amina. Just look at her. She was 5’5 with warm, mahogany brown skin, a gorgeous round face with high cheekbones, a button nose, well round full lips that were soft to the touch, a very curvy body with a round stomach, a plump backside, thick thighs, voluptuous breasts that sat up perfectly, thick brows, and hooded eyes with brown pupils.
Even though Kelsey was the exact opposite of Amina, he would catch himself watching her each time she came into the room. Kelsey would sometimes catch him and get upset, then fly off into a tangent about how “fat and ugly” her “best friend” was, which would begin an argument between them every single time where he would check her for even saying that about Amina after all the years she stayed loyal to her.
However, all that beauty and yet here she was in front of him feeling bad about going tit for tat with that cheating bastard she called a boyfriend. He didn’t understand why she would let that idiot walk over her when she quite literally had options. Hell, his own friends even wanted her and flirted with her any chance they got, but she wanted him. A bastard that was constantly putting her down and making snide comments here and there that pissed him off to no end.
Amina could do much fucking better than that loser and yet she was stuck in the mindset that she couldn’t or that better was not in reach for her. Technically it was because here he was standing before her in all his glory feeling irritated about the hesitation she was showing about this entire thing.
Silently, he made his way over to the door of his bedroom, pulling her attention away from her fidgeting hands that were resting in her lap.
“Amina, if you don’t want to do this, then you’re more than welcome to leave. I won’t stop you,” he told her.
“Jooheon, it’s…it’s not that,” she said.
“Amina, I’m not going to pressure you into something you don’t want to do. So if you want to leave, then I won’t be too upset,” he assured her. She chewed on her bottom and began to fidget with her hands a little more.
“So what’s it gonna be, Amina?” Jooheon asked. When she rose from the bed, he knew her decision had been made. He wasn’t upset. She had her—
He was caught off guard by her grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down for a kiss. It was a little clumsy, which he chalked up to her being nervous about the entire thing. He melted into the kiss, enjoying the feeling and taste of the lip gloss that had once graced her gorgeous lips. Swiftly and with a practiced ease, he closed the door using one arm and wrapped the other around her waist.
“Kelsey‘s lips were never as soft as hers,” he thought to himself. At least this was one thing he would stop wondering about when it came to Amina. He always caught himself thinking about how soft her large, plump lips would feel against his own and now that he was feeling it for himself, he loved it.
As they kissed, he felt her body relax into his arms as she moved closer to his as if she wanted to mold into his body. He was happy that she was relaxing a little more and wasn’t as stiff as she was moments ago.
He nipped lightly at her bottom lip in his own way of asking for entrance. She obliged and he slipped his tongue inside, tangling with her own. He couldn’t get enough of kissing. Her lips were so soft and it was warm inside of her mouth. Jooheon could taste the remnants of that overly sweet boba that she was addicted to. He had told her before that her drink choice was like sugar in a cup, but now he couldn’t get enough of tasting it directly from her.
For Amina, it felt like she was being devoured by him. She had never experienced a kiss so addicting and passionate. It was making her knees weak, especially when she felt him sucking on her tongue. She had never felt this kind of sensation before. It was an odd feeling, but it was odd in a good way. All her ex-boyfriend ever did was just kiss her like he was allergic to her mouth or like he wanted to get it over with. With this kiss, her lips were more adored and appreciated.
Amina began to feel his large hands creeping down her curves towards her ass. He loved the feeling of it in his hands and he loved it even more when she moaned as he began to grope and squeeze it. There was so much of it in his hand and not enough of it in his hands at the same time. It felt so soft to the touch. He couldn’t wait to feel it without her dress in the way.
At the same time, Jooheon felt her soft hands creeping under his shirt and roaming on his stomach. Her hands felt so good. He wanted to feel them somewhere else besides his stomach. That same somewhere was further south and itching to break free from its confines.
As nice as her lips felt against his, he wanted to feel more of her. Reluctantly, he detached his lips from hers and guided her towards the bed.
His hands wasted no time stripping her out of the beautiful yet long dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. He wanted her out of those clothes now and he was going to do this as quickly as possible while also being mindful of the fact that he shouldn't just rip them apart like an animal. She'd kill him if she so much as heard a rip and he was not ready for the tongue lashing she would give him for that, even though he desired a different type of tongue lashing.
She managed to somehow push him away from her long enough so she could catch her breath. He was not going to be satisfied until she was passed out and dizzy from his kisses.
Separating her lips from his, her small hands made quick work of his belt as he stood between her legs. He watched her with hooded eyes as she tugged them down his legs part of the way. He took them off completely, discarding them somewhere in the room. Her hands were back on his body and she moved them slowly under his shirt, loving the feel of his defined abs under her hands. The feeling of her soft hands against his skin turned him on even more. He wanted her hands there and everywhere at the same time. His shirt met the same fate as his pants, discarded somewhere in the room.
Before she could even hook her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, he kissed her again, but this time his lip traveled lower. He alternated between tasting her skin and planting kisses on it.
His tongue traveled down to the valley of her breasts and he began peppering kisses there, trailing towards her right breast. Rather than taste the skin there, he bit and sucked on it causing her body to jolt in surprise. He kissed the mark and peppered more hickeys onto her chest. His other hand began to pinch and roll the other nipple between his fingers. His tongue circled around her nipple while she shuddered from this new feeling. He took the dark brown nub into his mouth, suckling on it.
Amina sighed softly arching her back, giving him more access. He released her nipple and gave her other breast the same attention, rolling the one he once had his lips around between his finger and thumb. Jooheon was enjoying her reactions. It turned him on even more and he wanted nothing more than to slam himself inside of her, but he needed to savor this for as long as he could. He had a feeling that Amina would not want to see him after this. It was best to enjoy her during the short time they had.
For Amina, and as embarrassing as this was to admit, this was the first time somebody paid attention to her needs. Her ex was definitely the kiss a little and then ram it in type. She forced herself to just deal with it because she loved him, but compared to Jooheon—who is she kidding? He couldn’t compare in the slightest.
Jooheon released her breast and continued to trail his lips and tongue down her soft stomach. It embarrassed her a little because she was so used to someone giving her a disgusted look about it and suggesting to turn off the lights.
She shuddered when she felt his tongue dip into her belly button before continuing its trail down to her cunt. Jooheon could already feel his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. He took her meaty thighs into his hands and spread her legs apart. He was happy that she didn’t even bother to wear underwear.
He moved his face closer toward her pussy, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent. He did not want to dive in just yet. He wanted to savor her a bit more. He took one of her thighs into his hand and pressed his lips onto her flesh. His eyes flickered to Amina’s and he held her gaze. Amina felt like her skin was on fire as his lips dragged down the inner part of her thigh, leaving small marks in their wake. She could tell that he was determined to leave some type of mark on her.
Jooheon dragged his lips on her opposite thigh, biting as he inched closer to her pussy. Once he was close to her lower lips, he used his tongue to separate them. Amina shuddered, gripping the sheets with her hands. He wrapped his arms around her legs, yanking her closer to his mouth. The sounds of him slurping and sucking on her pussy was all she heard. His tongue felt so good.
“Jooheon,” she whined. His eyes were back on her face again and he watched her as he ate her pussy. She looked good writhing in front of him, lacing her fingers through his hair. He split her open with his tongue once again, starting from her puckered hole before wrapping his soft lips around her little bundle of nerves. Amina could feel shockwaves shooting through her body as he suckled on her clit. She gripped his hair tighter, curling her toes.
“Coming,” she exclaimed, splashing his face. He lapped up her juices, not wanting anything to go to waste. He moved from her glistening pussy to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.
Amina had definitely never felt that way with her ex. The man was a total and complete amateur compared to Jooheon. She had to admit that this was the first time that being eaten out had felt good to her and this was her first pleasant experience with it.
Jooheon’s fingers traveled down her body towards her pussy again, knowing that she was still sensitive. He continued kissing her as he sank a finger inside of her. Amina moaned into his mouth as his digit entered her. Slowly, he began to thrust his finger in and out of her.
He kissed her cheek as his pace sped up, adding a second finger inside, stretching her. She moaned softly and held onto the arm the fingers belonged to, gripping the sheets with her other hand.
“You’re so beautiful, Amina,” he whispered in her ear. The coil in her stomach tightened and her toes curled. Amina gripped the arm she was holding onto tighter, gasping.
“Come for me, Amina,” he whispered. The coil sprung free and she soaked his fingers in her juices as she cried out loudly. He continued his ministrations, making her juices just spray out of her and leak onto the bed. He loved seeing her fall apart because of him and he wanted to see her continue to fall apart.
However, what he wanted most was to feel those lips of hers on his cock. It was definitely one of many things he wanted her to do and he needed them now. He stood to his feet and began slipping off his underwear.
He leaned down to kiss her again and she took that opportunity to pull him down to the bed. His lips detached from hers and next thing he knew she was straddling him, her bottom in his face. He didn’t mind the view one bit, but he also didn’t expect this side of her. It made him a little bit jealous of the fact that her boyfriend got to see this side of her.
She took his girth into her hands, letting it rest in her palms as she gave it one long lick from base to tip, then planted a kiss on the tip. Jooheon shuddered. Oh yeah. He was definitely jealous that her ex was able to experience this.
“Oh fuck!” Jooheon exclaimed when he felt a glob of spit drizzle down onto his cock while her hand moved up and down.
Amina took him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down, tongue pressed flat against his dick. She used her other hand to massage his balls. His hips bucked up towards her mouth, making her take him deeper.
The sound of him swearing and moaning let her know that she was doing some right. She tightened her lips around his cock, stroking what couldn’t fit. Amina could practically feel herself gushing between her legs.
“Ahh shit…your mouth feels good,” he sighed. She flattened her tongue against his length like she had read many times in countless erotica stories she had come across.
Jooheon began to feel like there was a coil in his stomach just tightening up. He was amazed at how good she was at this and how much she had him moaning like bitch. His toes were even curling.
He lapped at her folds as a way of returning the favor. Could you blame him? She had put it in his face and how could you not expect him to give in to the temptation?
When he slid a finger inside of her, she took her mouth off of him to moan out loud and attempted to run away, but he pulled her back and added a second finger as he ate her out.
Soon, she came on his face and he made sure to not waste a drop of it.
Jooheon carefully moved her back onto the bed, positioning her onto her back and spreading her legs open as she caught her breath. With his cock in hand, he slowly rubbed it up and down against her clit. A small mewl tumbled from her lips and as if knowing what she wanted, she poked her supple bottom in the air and arched her back. Her knowing how to do this made him proud because she knew the position to take. Slowly, his cock slid inside of her. She moaned softly at the feeling of him stretching her as her fingers tightly clenched the sheets beneath her. Her walls enveloped his cock in a warm embrace that almost made him bust.
To make sure that didn't happen, he stayed there for a moment reminding himself and his body to not cum too soon. This needed to last for as long he wanted it to. His hands slid slowly up over her legs and towards her hips.
He started at a slow, yet rhythmic pace because he didn't want this to end too soon at all. He wanted to take his time with Amina. He wanted it to be nice and slow for the first round.
"Ah! Jooheon," She moaned softly. His pace became slow and harsh with each thrust he gave her and they touched her g-spot each time. Her round bottom jiggled with each thrust and that gave him the ammo he needed to keep going. This is exactly what he needed and what he wanted.
The way her pussy was clenching around his cock was driving him crazy. At first, he didn't think she was doing it on purpose, but the more he kept pumping into her, the more she would clench. It felt so damn good to feel them clamp down on him. He raised one of her legs and slanted it over his hip. She moaned loudly as his cock plunged deep into her womanhood.
"J-Jooheon….I'm….ohhh….coming…." She whined beneath him. Not wanting this to end, he pulled out causing her to whimper from the loss of contact. His cock was glistening with her juices and it was the most beautiful sight to see. He flipped her over to her stomach and pulled her closer to him. His girth was positioned at her opening before he slid in. Her thick, smooth brown legs. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as her moans and cries of pleasure became louder each time.
Leaning down, he kissed her neck and nibbled it as his cock hit all the right spots inside of her. .
"Amina," He moaned. She cried his name over and over like a chant. His moans became louder with each thrust of his hips. Her hands reached out to grab something, anything, but his hand was on top of hers and he intertwined their fingers.
Soon, the couple felt released and they moaned softly. Jooheon made sure he didn't collapse on top of Amina. He kissed her cheek softly, then slowly slid out of her. Watching a mix of his cum and hers spill out of her was a very lewd sight and he wanted more.
Jooheon flipped Amina over onto her stomach. He slid back inside of her warmth again, gripping her hips and started pounding away at her insides. The sensations and the sensitivity she was feeling were becoming too much for her and she attempted to run away, but he laughed and pulled her right back, smacking her ass.
“Don’t run from me, Amina,” he grinned devilishly. She clutched the sheets in front of her for dear life,moaning and drooling onto the sheets as he bullied his cock in out of her. She felt like her brain was complete and utter mush, and she didn’t mind it as long as he continued to fuck her hard like this.
The sound of their skin slapping together and the squelching from between her legs seemed to fill the room. Jooheon smacked her round again, making her cry out loud. He repeated the action and this elicited his name being screamed.
“That’s it, Amina. Say my name,” he grunted.
“Jooheon,” she moaned.
“Louder,” he smacked her again.
“Oh god,” she groaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Close, but no,” he slowed down to a torturously slow pace.
Amina whined, “F-faster.”
“Not until you say my name.”
She tried bucking her hips against him, but he held her in place and smacked her bottom, “Bad girl. Say my name.”
“J-Jooheon,” she panted.
He smiled again, “Good girl.”
If there was one thing Jooheon knew for sure at that moment, it was that he was definitely not going to let her get away. If she thought she could get away from him after this, then she was sorely mistaken. Amina was definitely not someone he would have a one-and-done type of relationship with. She was definitely someone he wanted to keep as his. He wanted to make her his.
Amina could feel that familiar tightening in her stomach and she knew what was about to come, “Shit. C-coming.”
She came around his cock as her essence dripped out of her. Jooheon was not too far behind her and he spilled rope after rope of cum inside of her. He slid out of her and Amina collapsed to the bed, feeling completely worn out. Jooheon caught his breath and then stood up to turn off the counter sitting on his dresser. He stopped the recording and set it down before scooping Amina into his arms.
“I’m definitely not sending that out,” he thought to himself. They might have agreed to it, but he was going to keep it to himself. It was definitely going to be for his eyes and his eyes alone.