“Why do you always do this?” She asks,”Every fucking time.”
“Do what every time?” You ask looking at her tilting your head, multiple thoughts are running through your head at a time, each with a different ending.
“Always asking who I’m talking to, like relax,” She shakes her head, hiding her phone from sight.
“You do the same thing though? And I don’t say anything to you about it and I just tell you.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s quite literally the same thing you do, the only difference is that I tell you and you act like this if I ask?” Your eyes search hers, “It’s like you’re keeping your options open and yet you don’t want me to do the same.”
“I’m not keeping my options open, they’re just friends.”
“That’s what they all say Rosie,” You move to the other side of the living room, “Some may be friends yes, but there’s some you keep around just in case we don’t work out or if you get bored huh?”
“No...yes, fine, some are options just in case,” She admits, “Some of them make me feel things I don’t feel with you but I love you.”
You shake your head at her, “You love the thought of me Rosie,” You sigh walking to the bedroom, grabbing a duffle bag.
“What are you doing?” She follows you, her feet frantically shuffling against the hardwood.
“Leaving,” You look at her, her eyes not filled with sadness or desperation but with annoyance, “I’m not going to stand here and continue to give myself to someone who doesn’t appreciate or care enough to not have others on stand by.”
“You can’t just leave Y/n,” She stands at the door watching as you pack, “We’re supposed to be a team,” You just chuckles as you zip up your bag walking past her, “Are you listening to me Y/n!?”
“I heard enough Rosie,” grabbing your keys and heading towards the door, “You feel things from other people that you don’t feel from me, someone you say you love, that’s reason enough for me to leave.”
“I didn’t mean it like that Y/n,” Finally the desperation in her voice shines slightly as she steps closer towards you, her hand reaching for your forearm, “The feelings are merely friendly.”
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want to lose the thought of having me,” You move away from her hand and leave. You don’t look back, at least you try not to. Getting to your car, quickly set off not wanting to stick around as you drive away you catch a glimpse of her in your rear view.
A few months has passed since that night, Rosé threw herself into her music. She dropped everything she had and holed herself into the studio, only coming out to shower and eat. Jennie peeks her head into the studio, “Rosie?” Her voice is quiet as she spots Rosé hunched over the sound board, her voice isn’t heard over the riffs and bass. Jennie walks in fully, finally getting her attention.
“Oh hey Jen, what's up?” Rosie asks, fixing her hair slightly, the bags under eyes seem to have doubled.
“What are you working on?” Jennie asks, sliding a chair over.
“Just something, something I can put my thoughts into,” Rosie sighs looking back at the music program opened on the pc.
“How are you holding up? After you know?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it, and the more I think about it. The more I realized he was right,” She rests her head in her hands, still wearing the rings you bought for her, “I should’ve dropped everyone and focused on him.”
“I agree on that front to be fair,” Jennie leans back in her chair, “have you found out your feelings though? Did you truly love him like you say you did or was he right about you loving the thought of him?”
“I did love him, and I still do. I just went about it the completely wrong way.”
“So why are you here? Don’t you want to try to get him back?”
“I’m sure that he doesn’t even want to see me after that night, Jennie,” Rosie starts working on the music again, trying her best to bury her feelings under the heavy bass.
“There’s a fashion show tonight for Noir, each of us got an invitation. Including you.”
“Really?” She snaps her head towards Jennie, hope is bubbling up in her heart, “I need to get cleaned up and fast,” collecting her things as fast as she can, she heads home. The once lively apartment, now dead quiet besides the occasional bark from Hank. The closets are still filled with the clothes you never came back for. Taking a quick shower, a quick but refined makeup look and a dress you made for her. She sets off to the fashion show. The thoughts of seeing you again fill her head as she meets up with her members and manager. Getting their seats, the girls talk amongst themselves as Rosie looks around hoping to at least catch a glimpse of you. Her eyes fall onto you, taking in every bit of your features. She excuses herself and walks over. The only sound she can hear is her own heels clicking on the floor, “Y/n,” She stops right behind you.
Turning around, “Rosé, it's been awhile,” Greeting her casually even as internally you’re shutting down. You had hoped that she wouldn’t come to see you as it is a high end event, cameras are everywhere.
“It has been awhile,” She pauses, her eyes drawing you in like they always have, “ You…you look great,” She stammers, her fingers clenching onto her small handbag tighter, “Look um… I know I fucked up, but I realized something after that night,” She steps closer to you, her hand resting on your chest, “Let me prove to you. Let me show you how deep my love is.”
“Now isn’t the time for that Rosie,” You mutter hoping she doesn’t feel your heartbeat.
“I know,” She whispers, “Just..just tell me you let me prove to you. I don’t just need you back as my lover, I need my best friend,” Her fingers grip slightly onto your shirt like a lifeline.
You sigh, removing her hand from your shirt, “Fine, I’ll let you prove it to me, after the show. One shot at this Rosé.”
She nods, “That’s all I need,” She kisses your cheek and heads back to her seat.
The show goes on without a hiccup, the new collection is well received by critics and competitors alike. As the attendees file out, you’re helping clean up until your friend Michael gets your attention, “Hey Y/n, you got company,” you look where’s he’s pointing, Rosie. Waiting patiently for you, “Go, I got this covered Y/n”
“Thanks Michael,” You wipe your hands on the rag and walk to her, “Hey.”
“Hey…” She smiles, “Ready to go?” She tilts her head looking up to you, a habit of hers you always found cute.
“Yeah, lets go,” You guide her out of the venue, and through the bustling staff cleaning up and to your car.
“Still driving around the Audi I see,” She quips, with a slight giggle, “ I missed this car,” Her fingers glide gently across the body lines. You open the door for her, “Thank you,” She slides in, with practiced ease and grace, “The seat is still in the same spot,” She mutters to herself as she settles in.
“So? I’ve been busy, not really trying to replace you. Just focusing on me,” You explain as you start driving, turning on the radio, low volume. You can feel her eyes on you, you don't want to look. It takes everything you have not to.
“You know, I missed you…alot,” She starts to talk after a while, her voice is low and gentle, “I never stopped thinking about you since that night,” She pauses, her hand resting on your arm, “Everything that I would've done differently.”
“And?” You ask as you make a turn down a familiar street, “Sorry, but in my shoes, that’s hard to believe.”
“I know, but I mean it when I say that I don’t want to wake up without you by my side,” Her fingers tightening around your forearm just slightly before it falls to your thigh, snaking its way up, “Take me back to your place, let me show you how much I love you,” Her lips graze against your neck, leaving soft kisses as she palms your bulge in your dress trousers. Her fingers deftly pull on your zipper fishing out your cock, “Just as big as I remembered,” She lowers down and looks up at you as she stretches over the center console, “Watch the road sweetheart,” She smiles as she opens wide to take you in, her tongue swirls around your tip before she pushes deeper. Your free hand entangles in her hair as you try to focus on the road despite her best efforts. You find a secluded alley and turn down it, quickly parking as you finally grip her hair with both hands pushing her even deeper.
“Fuck Rosie,” You growl as you use her mouth, her spit is dripping everywhere but you don’t care, finally you pull her off as spit connects her mouth and your cock. She tries to catch her breath with desperate gasps, her hands stroke your cock.
“Still so rough with me,” She complains with a smile, her voice lacking any venom before she dives back in, your cock touching the back of her throat. You know she loves it rough, you fuck her throat, her moans filling the car. She pulls away, “Fuck me daddy, please I need you inside me,” She hikes up her dress, quickly pulling off her black lace panties. Tossing them somewhere in the car and climbs over the center console, straddling you. She grips your cock and sinks down, “Fuck,” Her eyes flutter as you get fully inside of her. Her hips move on their own as her pussy clinches around your length, “So full,” Her smile is filthy as her hips rolls, your hands grips her small ass, her arms around her neck as she rides you with reckless abandon, “Mine,mine,mine,” She moans out, “You’re mine Y/n,” Her spit slicked lips crash against yours as she rides your cock faster. Her pussy squeezes tighter as she nears her orgasm.
“So tight,” You mutter as you hear is her moans and her juices squelching, your hand connecting with her ass making her ride faster.
“Again, daddy,” She pleads and you spank her ass, “Fuck, you feel so good, I’m all yours daddy, all yours!” She screams out as she cums, burying you deep in her cunt as you cum too, filling her womb. She holds you close and tightly, “Mine, till the end,” Her eyes take on a manic look you don't quite seem to notice.
Aesthetic: Concrete, red leather, cold air, secret glances.
The air in the unfinished stairwell smelled of dust and iron—a sharp contrast to the cloying sweetness of champagne and orchids inside the gala. Sana pressed her palms against the cool concrete wall, her chest rising and falling as she fought to steady her breath. The weight of a hundred gazes still clung to her skin; the brown jacket, so ordinary, felt like the only thing tethering her to herself.
“You look like you’ve been running a marathon.”
She turned, but she wasn't startled; his voice was a balm. Leaning against the rusted railing, he smirked, but his eyes softened when they met hers. He’d changed out of his tuxedo into a plain gray shirt and jeans, the city lights catching the dark curls at his temples.
“Something like that,” she said, managing a small smile. “Everyone in there wants a piece of me tonight. I just… needed a second.”
He stepped closer, the space between them filling with the low hum of distant traffic and the soft clatter of the city above. “You’re safe here,” he promised, his thumb grazing her wrist. “No one’s going to find us.”
Sana’s breath hitched as he tilted her chin up, his lips grazing the pulse at her throat. She’d missed this him—the way he made her feel like a secret rather than a spectacle. His hands slid under her jacket, his palms warm against her ribs. “I hate that I have to keep proving myself,” she whispered, her fingers curling into his shirt. “Out there, I’m ‘Sana of TWICE.’ Here… I’m just Sana.”
“Mm.” He nipped her earlobe, and she melted against him. “Let me memorize this... your laugh, your sighs, the way you curse when I bite too hard. Let me remind you who you are.”
The concrete wall supported her as he kissed her, slow and hungry; she tasted herself in his mouth, equal parts honey and steel. His hands drifted lower, unclipping her bra with practiced ease. She arched into his touch, aching to be stripped of her armor.
“Look at me,” he murmured, positioning himself between her thighs. She obeyed, her knees weak as he stroked her through her jeans, his thumb finding her clit through the thin fabric. Her gasp echoed in the stairwell as he undressed her completely, his gaze lingering on every exposed inch.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. It wasn’t a lie wrapped in obligation; it was a prayer.
When he finally slid into her, she bit his shoulder to muffle her cry. The roughness of his grip on her hips grounded her. Their rhythm was as desperate as it was a dance—of need and remembered intimacy. She gripped his back, her nails scoring his skin as the city lights blurred behind his hair, golden flecks like stage lights, yet nothing like them at all.
“Y/N… ah~”
“Come for me,” he growled, and she did, the climax washing away the noise of the world. He followed, his breath shuddering against her neck.
Later, they sat on the cold floor, clothes half-tucked, the city glittering through the gaps in the unfinished ceiling. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’ll always be just Sana to me.”
And in the quiet, she believed him.
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is actually my very first time posting my writing here. I was so inspired by Sana’s Prada shoot that I just had to get this idea out of my head. I’m a bit nervous to share, but I hope you enjoyed this little moment with her! If you liked it, please let me know or leave a reblog—it would mean the world to me. ❤️
“Come on! Just one last time please!” There she is again, your ex-girlfriend, Chaeryeong. She said one last time, two times ago. You two had a good relationship, if a good relationship only meant good sex, really good sex.
“Chae, you said that before,” You complain, walking past her, just trying to get to the door of your apartment. You can’t help but to sneak a look at her. Tight jeans, rips just below the ass, your favorite…and she knows it. She moves ever so slightly to give you a better view.
“You like? I wore these just for you,” Her smile is sweet, innocent with an underlying seductive edge. Her hands glide down her curves and cup her ass. Everything she does only adds to the crumbling of your resolve.
“Chaeryeong, we can’t do this time and time again,” You keep walking, fighting every nerve in your body not to look at her.
“Can you blame me? No one ever will fuck me like you do,” She pouts, falling in step with you, “Everyone is too scared to throw me around, properly,” She pauses coming close to your ear, “Use me.”
“Lee Chaeryeong,” You try to sound stern to cover up your failing resolve. There’s nothing more you want right now than to take her right there in the hall, you know she’ll let you too. She doesn’t care if she gets caught as long as she’s getting what she wants. She only giggles as she leans onto your door.
“You know you want to, you want to shut my pretty mouth up. Do it Y/n, grip my fucking throat and use me,” She smiles wickedly as she watches you fight yourself. She plays with her crop top, “Please Daddy?” You unlock the door and push her inside. Your body is moving on autopilot. Your hand finds its favorite spot on her throat pulling her to the bedroom, her giggles are the only sound filling your ears. Spinning her around, you bend her over the bed, her ass jiggling as she bounces on the bed.
“God damn Chae,” Your hand comes down on her ass making her gasp and moan, wiggling her ass silently begging for more. You indulge her, your hand spanking her ass repeatedly, watching her squirm under you indelight. You make short work of her pants, pooling them around her ankles. Revealing black lace panties, those have always been your favorite. She soaked through them, her juices dripping down her thigh. Her thumbs hook onto her panties, pulling them down revealing her dripping core.
Chaeryeong looks over her shoulder at you, her hands spreading her ass, “Fuck me like you mean it,” That’s all you needed to hear, you make quick work of your belt and jeans. Your belt finds its way around her neck as you free your throbbing length. Sliding inside of her is like a homecoming, her insides squeezing your cock as you bury yourself deeper inside of her. She moans out, “So fucking deep,” her moans spur you on as you pick up a quick pace at first, her cunt dripping making a puddle on the floor as her legs start to shake. Pulling on the belt, tightening it around her throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She’s always been one to cum quickly. Her juices soak the bedding as you continue to use her, “Fuck!” She screams out, her hands gripping anything to ground her, “Don’t you fucking stop!”
You have no plans to, you take it up a notch pounding into her with bruising strength. The leather of your belt digging into the skin of her throat. She doesn’t ask for reprieve, she will take everything you have to give and then some. Her hands gripping the sheets of the bed as you take her. Her juices continue to soak the sheets as her legs give out, you hold her up with an arm around her waist and the belt. Her words are incoherent as her moans and whimpers take over, “Fuck Chae,” You mutter under your breath as you continue your assault as she squirts once more as you bury yourself deep inside filling her with your cum. Her body convulses through the pleasure of her third orgasm.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She screams out, as she finally finds some ground, she looks at you, “Fuck my ass next? Please Daddy, I need it. Stretch me the fuck out,” She begs spreading her ass once again, “I want you to fucking break me. Ruin me for anyone else.”
“This bitch,” You mutter as you pull from her cunt and slide into her ass with ease. Her ass is just as tight as you remember. Her body quivers with excitement as she feels your cock getting deeper and deeper.
“I’m your bitch Y/n, your dirty bitch,” She smirks as you get back to your assault, your cock plunging deep into her ass, “Fuck yes! Just like that daddy!” You go harder, you know she can take it, pounding her with renewed vigor and a tight grip on the belt. Her hips bounce back with each thrust of yours, taking you deeper in, “So deep…so fucking deep!” She screams out as her movements get more urgent and erratic urging you to quicken your pace. Your hand spanks her ass hard, making it red only adding to the cacophony of noises coming from the bedroom. Her cunt squirts out more of her juices onto the bedding, “Don’t stop please! Don’t fucking stop!” She begs, her hips still meeting your every thrust with desperation and want, “Please, please, please,” her desperate pleas for more fill the room, as her upper body goes limp, only held up by your grip on the belt fastened around her milk white neck. You fill her once again, but keep up your assault.
“Take everything you slut,” You growl into her ear as the rough pounding is starting to take its toll on her body. She frantically nods, completely at your mercy. She squirts uncontrollably as you continue to use her. She finds her strength and reaches back craning her neck capturing your lips in a heated kiss as she takes you in. Her moans get muffled by the kiss, her nails raking over the back of your neck.
“I love you too much to ever stop this. Please Y/n fill me up! Give me all of your cum!” She screams out as she falls back down to the bed, her nails digging into your chest. You grip her wrist as you feel your release coming, burying deep inside once again spilling your load into her ass. You pull out, she collapses fully onto the bed panting, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are glazed over.
You lean down to her ear, “Mine.”
A small satisfied smile etches itself across her face, “Yours, always.”
“Give it a moment of silence and maybe I will,” Her eyes always had you in a trance leaving you breathless. Her eyes felt like they knew everything about you at a glance.
“You want me then you don’t Y/n what kind of love is that?” She asks you as she stands up walking towards you, her heels click against the floor.
“It’s my kind of love,” You tell her as she straddles you, her slender fingers running through your hair.
“Everytime we touch, it feels like you can take everything from me,” Her voice low and sultry, “I get lost in your eyes and then your touch,” Your hands subconsciously run up her thighs. Her breath tickles your neck, feeling her lips graze against your neck. She crackles a small smile as she feels your hands travel higher, “I know you will miss the love I give,” Her tongue licking up your neck, “You won’t forget my name.”
Your hands grab what that can grab of her, leaving her to laugh at your desperation. She spins around pressing her ass against your hardening bulge. Your hands gravitate to her waist, moving one to her neck, pushing her back against you. Your lips find their target, kissing her navel, “You can’t blame me Wendy,” her hands grip onto yours.
“You know that I can't be yours,” She moans as your hand tightens ever so slightly more around her neck, “But you don’t care do you?”
“I’ll make you mine, and mine alone,” You tell her as she starts to move her hips, “You know better than I do that nobody can compare to me,”
“I’m addicted to the way you move across that line,” She bites her lip, she always loved the feeling of being in your arms, “To your danger,” She can’t help but to laugh, “ You’re like a fucking drug to me.”
“I’m only playing with you Wendy,” Your voice softer than you thought it would be as the music plays in the background. She slowly grinds on you, ignoring your words.
“I like the games that you play, I’m in too deep Daddy,” She smiles, “I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to,” her nails digging into your forearms, something that she always loved to do on body, the scars on your back is evidence of that. Pushing her down to her knees, a smile still etched across her face. She kisses your bulge through your pants, “So big,” She bites her lip as her small delicate fingers dance across your shaft. Making short work of your pants, your cock springs out hitting her face, as she smiles more taking in a deep breath as your cock rests on her face, “So thick,” Her lips wrapping around your shaft, Her eyes are fixated with your cock. Her kisses are the best no matter where they are placed. Your hand gravitates to the back of her head, your fingers intertwining with her hair. The silky strands falling perfectly between your fingers, her mouth does what it does best just behind singing. She works up and down on your shaft with her mouth, her tongue gliding underneath. Getting impatient, you push yourself down her throat sliding down with ease. Her gag reflex is long gone through the practice she has had with you. Her eyes close as you fuck her throat, her nails digging into your thighs. Pulling out of her mouth watching the spit fall onto the floor, you throw her back to the couch pulling up her skirt.
“Please daddy,” She looks back at her, a slight wiggle of her ass, “Hurry and fuck me, make me yours,” Spreading her ass for you, she’s dripping making a mess of your couch. Who are you to make her wait? Your cock slides into her without any resistance. Her walls tighten around you, “F-f-fuck,” Her breathy moans fill the room, “Fuck me hard please Daddy,” She begs and begs pushing her hips back against you. Your hands grip on to her hips giving her what she wants.
“Is this what you wanted?” She takes your cock so well, just like you trained her to. She nods desperately, “Take this cock little slut.”
“Give it to me daddy,” Her moans fill the room, skin against skin. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her hands loosen their grip on the couch. You love the way she's putty under you. Her juices squirt covering the couch and the floor. Her body shakes as you keep up your pace. She takes it, doesn’t tell you to stop. She knows that you wouldn’t listen anyways. You pull her hair, making her look into the mirror above the couch, “P-please,” She begs again but for what? You don't know, “Ruin me daddy.”
You take her words to heart and set out to do just that, her body reacts to you in its trained way. You own her and you are going to show her that you do. Her hair pulled, red hand prints on her ass. “Such a slut,” You mutter as she squirts again with your hand around her pretty little neck. Pulling out, you watch her collapse sliding off the couch to the floor, laying in the puddle of her own creation. “Come on and crawl to the bedroom,” You watch as she struggles to her knees and slowly crawls, you leave heavy slaps on her ass as she does. Her whimpers are music to your ears, finally she makes it to the room. You pull her to the bed by her hair, tying her hands to the headboard. Her abs are what drew you to her in the first place then and now you still love them. Pulling out an ice cube you gently place onto her midriff causing her hips to buckle. The ice cube starts to melt onto her hot skin, your fingers make their way between her folds. Her eyes locked onto your hands as your fingers found their way inside.
“R-ruin me,” She begs again, “Not with your fingers Daddy, b-but with that big fat cock,” She begs more and more, making you chuckle. You watch her as becomes more undone as your fingers make short work of her orgasm, The ice cube fully melted, the remaining water sits in the curves of her midriff. Her body reacts to the littlest of any touch by you. Untying her hands from the ropes, her arms go limp. The rope dug into her skin leaving marks, you pulled her towards you, pushing her legs to her head. Slamming your cock into her without much warning. You take her for everything she’s worth. Her stomach bulges as you pound away. Her moans are hoarse and nearly inaudible. Her arms wrap around your neck, max she could muster. You fill her up, not even bothering to tell her about the incoming orgasm from you. You keep going, she wanted you to ruin her and that’s what you were going to do. She takes load after load, no complainants, this is what she wanted. You pull out for the last time, your cum dripping out of her, her legs go limp and fall to the bed. You catch your breath, “Why don’t you quit idol work and come be my everyday cumdump?”
“I-is that your way of proposing?” She asks between her breaths, you chuckle nodding, “I thought you’d never ask Daddy.”
Just small update I've been busy in the sense of travelling I went to Austria and Norway which is rather far from my home base but it was a wonderful break from life and other things hopefully this week or next will be a new oneshot
This first part of this short series is mostly world building, smut will come later
The rain shatters on the cold cobblestone walkway, the dark clouds taking over the once beautiful blue. The sounds echo through the desolate, empty streets. The sorrowful cello and piano. The music from both beautiful melting into the rain. The rain doesn’t let up, neither do they. A girl, curious yet afraid, follows the sound. Drawn in, she finds her steps slowly, taking in the sorrowful tune, the darkness hidden beneath such sadness. Typically she stays inside, but something compelled her to exit her safe home, in such weather no less. The once bustling street, now empty, a shell of its splendor. The sorrowful tune leads her to the Cathedral, a place she has gone a handful of times. Yet this place is a mystery to her, The beautiful gothic architecture goes hand in hand with the sadness and darkness that echoes through the streets, the alleys. She pushes one of the heavy cathedral doors open, laying her eyes on them. Two beings, one holding a cello, the other playing the piano ever so gracefully. Almost ethereal, the rain hitting the windows in stark contrast of their all white clothing. She wants to stop and watch them from afar yet she keeps walking, entranced. The cello player lays his eyes on her as if he sees through her entire being. Her muddy shoes dirtying the pristine cathedral floors, her umbrella falling to her side, her damp hair sticking to her face. The beautiful sorrow that is unfolding in front of her eyes is too much, overwhelming.
The woman now takes a glance at her, unfettered in her pursuit of true pain. She has heard of these two, only appearing when the rain does, disappearing as quickly without a trace. A tear rolls down her cheek, she doesn’t notice as her mind floods with her past relationship with the town dock hand. He wasn’t the best but wasn’t the worst, he tried yet it wasn’t enough. He moved on quickly, she didn’t. She is still stuck on him like the mud to her shoes. She comes back to bearings wiping the tears away from her eyes. Focusing on the two ethereal like beings that are now only a few feet away from her. Both of them are staring at her as they continue to play, bringing sadness to this town. Their eyes are devoid of emotion, of life. The man slowly ends playing his cello.
“What brings you here young girl?” His voice is deep, commanding and soothing.
“I felt like I needed to come here,” Her voice is oddly confident, surprising even herself.
“Then,” He pauses looking over at the woman, she stops slowly as well, “You must need answers.”
“Answers? I don’t need answers to anything.”
“Answers to why you never got on with the dock hand, tragic. That boy is such a pure soul, heaven has high hopes for him.”
“What do you mean?” She asks, her eyes quivering yet not leaving the man.
“His soul is pure, chosen by heaven to ascend when his time has come, he will become one of us.”
“What are you…?”
“We are angels,” The woman talks now, her voice cold and distant. The young girl looks at the woman, stunned at her beauty despite the lifeless behind her beautiful emerald girl eyes. Looking back at the man, he has a smile, albeit very small.
“Then why didn’t it work?” She asks, eager to hear the reasoning behind it.
“He’s pure, you’re not. In fact the darkness in your soul is what led you here,” The man explains to her as he stands up, his height catching her off guard, “Don’t be afraid, the darkness that has been inside your soul this whole time is merely waiting till you are able to feel it.”
“What will happen when I do?”
“You’ll become like us, we are angels yes, but we are more and less than angels, We are the fallen.”
“The fallen…” She mutters as she looks between the two.
“Yes my dear, The Fallen, we are fallen angels, distracted and consumed by the darkness in our souls.”
“How can I not become like you?”
“Find them, find your fated lover. They will restore the purity in your soul.”
“Do you guys not find yours?”
“I did, I wasn’t his,” The woman stares at the window, her fingers itching to play the keys once again. The young girl looks at the man, waiting for his answer
“I killed her,” His eyes reflect a tinge of pain before going back to dull and lifeless, taking up his bow. He stares at the other fallen, “Wonyoung,” His voice soft, tender filled with unexplainable emotion. She smiles ever so slightly hearing her name fall from his lips.
“Y/n,” Her voice filled with the same unexplainable emotion, the young girl can only stand and watch as the beautiful sorrowful fills the senses once again. She watches on, they ignore her, her questions left unanswered, unasked. She turns away and walks back down the center, slowly taking in the tinge of heartbreak, despair. Pulling back up her umbrella, a note falls to her hand taking it and reading it aloud.
“The heart was meant to be broken,” She stands still taking in the note before tossing it aside, walking away quickly. She feels their gazes on her as she walks away.
Getting back home, she is greeted by her mother, “Oh Kazuha, I was just about to go looking for you,”
“Sorry I took a walk, enjoying the music, “ She explains, kicking off her shoes, and hanging her umbrella.
“I see, those two have always played such beautiful music, always filled with despair.”
“You’ve met them?” Zuha asks her mother, curious.
“Never but some of my friends have, the two of them have been around here since even before your great grandparents my dear.”
She could only nod, processing the age of the two in the cathedral. Why here? In that very cathedral? She needs more information, the thought of her own predicament fleeing from her mind, she searches through her family's library looking for anything about them, anything. The rain has yet to yield and yet have they. Their sorrow echoes still through the town, her mother sits by the window in the library in the rocking chair. Her eyes closed, her mind filled with the memories of her husband. Kazuha can’t find anything, “Mother?”
“Yes my dear?” Her mother opens her eyes looking at her only child, the love and affection that is only found in a mother is evident.
“Y/n and Wonyoung,” She says simply hoping that is enough.
“So you’ve learned their names,” Her mother smiles, looking back at the falling rain, dripping down the window pane, “You wish to know more don’t you?”
“Yes, mother.”
“Y/n and Wonyoung, They go back centuries, during the Otrian war. Y/n was rumored to be a general with a secret love from the enemy nation of Grador.”
“That war was with Grador,” Zuha says, “How does that work in the eyes of his comrades, his subordinates?”
“Never well, my daughter. The last battle, The battle for Zylourgos.”
“The day that both nations fell.”
“I’ve taught you well Zuha, that day everything changed. Grador’s armies have caught wind of Y/n’s lover. Captured her and brought her to use as a bargaining chip.”
II
The sounds of marching, armor clanging with each step, thousands of armored men stand close to one another, ready to strike, some scared, some steel their resolve. For Glory, For honorable death
“General Y/n, we come to make you a deal,” Grador’s general shouts, Y/n’s eyes widen as they drag her out, his hands crushing the stone they rested on, “We will spare your lover, Ning Yizhuo. To bring a end to this war, to end this mindless killing,”
“What is it that must be done,” Y/n says ignoring the remarks from his soldiers.
“Leave the city of Zylourgos, take all of your forces out of Grador and you may take her with you,” Grador’s General points at Yizhuo. Jumping down from the fortress walls, Y/n stands tall, his strength reverberates throughout the battlefield.
“Release her to me first and we shall leave,” Y/n demands, the general of Grador nods, releasing her. She runs as fast as she can.
“Y/n!” She calls out desperately, “ Don’t trust th-”
Y/n stares in horror as the spear rips through her chest, “Yizhuo!” he dashes, catching her in his arms, her blood coating his armor. His hand cupped her cheek, her eyes fluttering, catching one last glimpse of his face. As her hand touches his face one last time before her life leaves her, “No no no please Yizhuo, Please not like this. Please please please,” He rocks her in his arms, “Yizhuo please, don’t leave me like this.”
Y/n screams and screams, yet the screams of pain fall on deaf ears. The sound of iron against iron takes over. That was the day that both nations fell at the hands of one man.
“The sorrow from his cello makes sense now, but what of Wonyoung?”
“Wonyoung is a bit of an easier story to tell, Jang Wonyoung, The last Princess of Otria, The Divine Serpent.”
“Didn’t Y/n kill everyone in both nations?”
“Wonyoung was the exception. Her chosen one was Y/n,”
“How is that possible?”
“God doesn’t care for the likes of us Kazuha, questioning him will only lead us to ruin,” She smiles, “Y/n couldn’t bring himself to kill her which led her to become one of the fallen with him, The divine serpent and The divine dragon together forever in damnation.”
Kazuha sits there in silence looking at her mother watching the rain, enjoying the music.
“Solitude knows no bounds my daughter, Solitude can make you stronger, but it can also make you weaker. Find your chosen one my dear,” Her mother takes her a coin pouch, “There’s enough to get to the next few towns.”
“But-”
“Dont worry dear, I will still be here when you return and so will they,” Her mother gestures out of the window towards the cathedral, “In fact you may even run into them again in your travels.”
Kazuha sighs, going to her room she knows anything she says won’t matter. Packing everything she would need for her trip, everything she hopes she would need at least. She says goodbye to her mother who sits still in that library rocking chair by the window. She sets off in the rain, looking back at the cathedral, leaving with more questions than answers. Yet she is unable to get more, she knows they won’t answer her. She gets to the train station and waits, a book clenched between her fingers.
III
“Why didn’t you tell her Y/n?” Wonyoung’s voice gained some of the emotion it once had, her slender hands trailing up his neck to his face.
“Tell her what? That she doesn’t have a destined one?” He looks down at Wonyoung as she nods, “I couldn’t, I… just couldn’t bring myself to tell an innocent girl that she will become like us, beings devoid of emotion.”
“Not being able to tell her that is emotion Y/n,” Wonyoung lays her head on his chest, “We aren’t as emotionless as you think.”
“She doesn’t have a chosen one because of me Wonyoung, of my choices, my actions, my.. Destruction.”
“God has a plan for everyone Y/n, that was just his for you,” She sways in his arms as they use their powers to continue to play the music. The two dance through the rain, their pristine white clothes covered with darker than black ink, as they dance through their despair, through the streets, empty, devoid of laughter, love, of life. Kazuha’s mother smiles as they pass her house.
“Those two always enjoy themselves in some way,” She cracks a smile as she fades in golden rays of light, the two watching as the rays of light ascend to the heavens. God has reclaim one of his precious angels. The two continue dancing as the rays of gold continue to ascend around the town, the rain comes to an end. The two fallen disappear from the streets, the music stops. People flood the streets once again. The train finally comes, with Kazuha boarding and finding her seat, her heart feels heavy, burdened by something she feels like she missed. She ignores that feeling, as the train sets off from the station. Her stop isn’t far but far enough from home on foot that it is a two day ride on horseback. She watches through the train window, the clouds that once covered the ever expanding blue now retrating. She smiles softly as the train follows the hill side, silently saying goodbye to the place she grew up. Vowing that she will be back, better and happier. Still the music haunts her mind, she can’t get her mind off it. She slightly understands the pain of Y/n but she can’t come to even understand the pain of Wonyoung, her destiny was to be unable to let him go. Despite her not being his destined, his chosen one. She watched as he destroyed her nation and another because of another, yet she stands by him. Not allowing him to stand alone in his abyssal despair, haunted by the memory of holding his dying lover in his arms.
Wonyoung has devoted herself to him, and only him despite knowing he won’t love her the way she does him. Kazuha’s mind doesn’t wrap around it, and doesn't understand what love does to a person. Will she ever? She thinks to herself.
“Excuse me?” A voice knocks her out of her thoughts, she looks over to a rather good looking man standing before her, “Is that seat taken?”
“No, go ahead,” She gestures with a friendly smile, he smiles back sitting in front of her.
“So where are you headed?” He asks, getting comfy in the seat, “Anywhere exciting?”
“Unsure, I’ve never left my hometown, so I’ll go where the wind guides me.”
“Ooo a fresh new adventure! Ah, where are my manners? I’m Pulcinella,” He offers his hand to her, she shakes it and he leaves a kiss on her hand.
“I’m Kazuha,” She tells him, as that smile never leaves his face.
“So I’m guessing that your hometown is the one we just left,” She nods, confirming his suspicions, “tell me have you met them? The rumors around your town say there’s fallen?”
“No I haven’t,” She feels as if she shouldn’t tell this man she just met about them, she feels off by that smile never leaving his face.
“Ahh rats, I wish to actually meet the fallen once,” he chuckles as they feel back into normal conversation. He’s easy to talk to, he has a broad view on the world, soon he grabs his bags saying goodbye, he jumps out of the window and disappears before she even sees what happened to him.
Casual sex. Something that has become commonplace for many, maybe a little too common. You have people having body counts well into 100s. But for some, sex is more dear, a sacred act that one does with another that they truly love. A difference in opinion is most certain to happen. For Danielle, she holds the connection made through making love close to her heart, almost to a fault. Even though she’s only been with one person, that person holds their place in her heart and soul. She stares at the wall of the dressing room, her mind filled with replays of them and her.
“Please Daddy~” She pleads and moans as their hands grip her tiny waist as they take her from behind. The way she fills so full with them inside. Her moans fill the room, one hand grips their forearm, the other the sheet. A position she is all too familiar with, under him. Her black lace panties were pulled to the side, she wore his favorite. Black, lace and see through. She knows the effect she has on him no matter what she wears but that set always did the most,”Fuck,” her throat hurts from moaning, they been at it for hours. Condoms ran dry, a new experience for her, taking him raw.
“Fuck Dani,” His voice low as he grunts, she feels him throb inside of her. She knew he wouldn’t pull out, he held her down pushing himself as deep as he could without hurting her, “Would you have my babies Dani?” his whisper drives her crazy, all she could do is nod.
“Danielle?” Hanni taps her shoulder, getting her out of her day dream, “Are you okay?”
Dani looks around realizing she has been rubbing her thighs together, “I’m fine, I just need to go to the bathroom,” Hanni doesn’t seem convinced but nods as Dani rushes to the bathroom, taking a deep breath, locking the bathroom door. Her safety shorts are pulled down, her panties soon follow, “Shit,” She runs her fingers through her folds, drenched within seconds, dripping with her fluids. She only gets this way with him. The replays go through her mind again, her slender fingers slide inside of her, she covers her mouth to hide her whimpers. Opening her phone, she pulls up a video of her and him. He filmed it as he took her hard, her fingers frantically chasing her orgasm. Trying to keep quiet, as a puddle forms on the floor, her legs quiver as she cums collapsing over the sink. She quickly gets herself together and cleans up.
“Dani, are you really okay?” Hanni asks again when Danielle gets back to the room, “You were in there for quite awhile.”
“I’m fine, something just didn’t agree with my stomach,” Dani says, slightly smiling as she sits down.
“If you say so,” Hanni shakes her head and the rest of the day goes on without incident. Even months go on without her thinking about him. Even started talking to a new guy, he just wasn’t him. She tried and tried yet she kept comparing them. She dropped him when he wanted to go further, they barely talked for a few months and yet he wanted that. Luckily for her, the day they were leaving for a few overseas schedules came quick. Unluckily for her, she took a quick glance while they were boarding the plane, and she swears she saw him. The man that plagues her mind,body, and soul. She ignores the nagging feeling, she occupied herself with her members. That lasted just enough to get off the plane.
“I’ll catch up to you guys, I need to rush to the bathroom,” Dani says, taking off in his direction.
“But Dani, the bathroom is the other room,” Minji screams out, watching her run off before sighing, “This girl.”
Danielle’s eyes frantically search through the sea of people, typically she could find him because he is taller than anyone else but the people here are his height so she’s having a harder time. She spots him, rushing over as quickly as she can.
“Y/n!” She yells out, making him look over at her, as she stands there, anger boiling in her blood.
“Elle~” He smiles looking down at her, he can tell she’s angry.
“Don’t call me that,” She stares at him, anger slowly fading as her deep rooted feelings start to take over. His perfect face in her eyes, his fit body that hides under those clothes of his, “Why did you leave?”
“I didn’t want to get in the way of your dreams,” He stares back, “My my my, just as beautiful as I remember.”
“Shut up Y/n,” She looks away trying to hide her face, “You know that you wouldn’t have gotten in the way of them.”
“I would have, I know myself Dani, even if I didn’t mean to, I would have.”
Danielle feels like he’s lying to her, she always had a good feeling for when he wasn’t being truthful. She can’t handle it, it’s not good for her right now. Shaking her head, she turns to leave, running into Minji. Minji’s eyes are filled with hate and disdain as she stares at Y/n.
“Why are you here?” her voice filled with anger, shaky yet firm. She’s holding herself back, “I warned you not to bother her again.”
“I’m not here to bother her Minji, I’m here because I live here, duh.” His smile never leaves his face, sadistic almost.
“What do you mean you told him to not bother me?” Dani asks, curious by what Minji means. Snapping Minji out of her anger, quickly looking over at Dani then back at him, smirking as he backs away.
“Not like that… wait, you don’t know the real reason why he left?” Minji inquires, stopping herself from defending her words. Dani shakes her head, making Minji sigh, “This will be harder to explain then.”
“Girls?” Their manager finds them, “We need to hurry, our rides are waiting and we have a time limit.”
“Manager-nim, tell her the reason,” Minji pushes the explanation off to another.
“The reason for what?’
“Y/n.”
“Oh fuck no,” The manager starts pushing them to the van, “We aren’t going to talk about him right now.”
Danielle is lost right now, what do they know? Her mind thinks and thinks never coming close to a possible outcome. She stares into space even after they arrive at the hotel, the night overtaking the sky, the moon swallowing the sun’s light. She sneaks out of the hotel, the rest of the members are asleep, surprising her. Being back in Australia should’ve been more exciting for at least Hanni. She knows he’s in the city. It’s Friday, at midnight. She knows exactly where he will be. Finding a taxi was luck on her side, at first the driver was reluctant to drive where she wanted but after a hefty payment upfront he was more than happy to after they settled with a drop off a block away. The smell of burning rubber filled her senses along with the sound of music and engines. Taking a deep breath relishing in the smell she grew accustomed with over the years.
“Well well well, look at what the cat dragged in,” A voice comes over the music with a megaphone, The person jumps down from their seat, “The little princess is back. First the king, now you.”
“Shut up Nath, where is Y/n?” She asks, looking around, new faces, new cars, nothing really of note.
“You hurt me so Danielle, you know where he is, you always do,” He chuckles going back to watching the drifting, the eyes she felt on her was she walked through the crowd was nothing new to her, she looks at some of the cars, enjoying the vibe of the car scene. She finally finds him once again, at the pool table, surrounded by the cars. One of them being his, it looks like just how she remembers it, the pristine white wheels going perfect with the black paint.
“I see you still have the GTR Y/n,” She says, getting the people's attention. A few she recognizes.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were just here to enjoy the cars, Elle,” He turns to look at her, her hoop earrings, her crop top, tight jeans, “Brings back memories,” he says, checking her out.
“Eyes up here dipshit,” She snaps her fingers, “We need to talk Y/n. A serious talk.”
He turns back to the pool table, taking his shot ,”What is there to talk about?”
She steps in front of him and the table, looking up at him, ignoring the flashes of what happens when she typically does this, “Everything.”
He sighs, handing his pool cue to someone, “Get in,” he says as she’s already at the passenger door. The two get in, she feels the start of the RB26 course through her body.
“I see the seat hasn’t moved,” She quips, smirking to herself.
“No one was allowed in my car other than you and still is that way,” he drives slowly through the crowd of people moving to the side, making way for the GTR. Getting to the street, he steps on it, throwing their heads back. Heading to the highway, he slows down, taking in the lights illuminating the night skies. The ride remains silent, the sound of RB echoes through the night. Her hand instinctively falls to the shift, holding his. The two say nothing as they relish the silence, none of them want to ruin the atmosphere. The scenery changes as they head to a spot, a spot they frequently went to. Overlooking the city, they are brightened by the headlights.
“Why did you leave Y/n?” Dani asks again, “Not the bullshit reason, or the reason you think will hurt me last, the real reason.”
“Your company forced me to,” He stared at the city, the concrete jungle, “They said I was too distracting and they knew for some reason that we were sexually active. Couldn’t take the risk.”
“Why didn’t you tell me Y/n? I would’ve stopped them,” She makes him look at her.
“I didn’t want you to lose everything you worked so hard for,” he smiles slightly, grabbing her hand, squeezing it.
“I would’ve given up my dream if it might I would lose you,” Tears fell from her eyes, he wiped her tears, as he always did, “Why did Minji say that to you at the airport?”
“No clue, my guess is that the company came up with something different,” he keeps holding her hand.
It seems like she got her answers, but now she has more questions. She holds his hand, the familiar touch that she longed for. Staring out at the city, they stayed out there catching up, falling in love again, till the sun started raising.
“I should probably take you back to the hotel,” He says, getting his keys out of his pocket, sitting up from the grass.
She grabs his arm tightly, “I don’t want to go back,” She pulls him back to the grass, “I want to spend more time with you.”
“But Dani, you have a concert today. One of which I have tickets to, I can pick you up after the concert if you want me to.”
She sits up quickly, getting on top of him, “You promise?” her eyes shining brightly with a smile as bright as the rising sun.
“Promise,” he offers her his pinky, which she takes quickly, giggling. They finally manage to get to their feet. Heading to the car, Danielle’s phone rings. She lets out a sigh as she gets into the car with him.
“Hello,” She says, already knowing what they are going to say.
“Where are you?” It’s her manager, a good manager though a bit too much at times.
“I’m out, I’m on my way back right now though,” She smiles looking over at him driving.
“You better not be with who I think you are with,” The tone of her manager’s voice noticeably changes, always when Y/n is the topic.
“So what? I’ll be meeting you guys at the arena instead, It will be faster,” Dani hangs up, not wanting to hear more.
“So to the arena?” he takes a glance over at her leaning back in the seat. The frustrated look on her face tells him everything he needs to know.
“Please baby,” he hasn’t heard her call him that in what feels like decades, eons even. He switches lanes, speeding up. Her hand falls back into place with his as they weave through traffic. The ride once again was silent,everything has been said. Merely enjoying the time that they had together is what’s left.
New Jeans arrive at the arena, waiting outside their entrance for Dani. The rest are waiting patiently while Minji paces. Worry evident on her face, their company never liked Y/n and after what she heard from them, she didn’t either. Judging by Danielle’s reaction to everything that transpired, even though it was rather quickly. She didn’t get 100% truths, her pacing didn’t stop when a loud car came screeching to a stop in front of them.
“Uh oh, I know that car,” Hanni says, taking a look, “This isn’t going to be good,” She quickly takes the other two inside. Dani hops out of the passenger side, a bright smile and all.
“Where the fuck were you,” Minji storms over, anger trumping her worry, examining her outfit causes her to get more angry, “And what the fuck are you wearing?”
“I was with Y/n, learning the truth,” Dani states simply walking past, ignoring the rest of Minji’s questions. Avoiding the manager and focusing on the concert was her only priority. The concert simply couldn’t start fast enough, luckily her accomplice Hanni helped her find a hiding spot. She spent her time talking to Y/n, selfies and all. He made her feel something, like he always did. Her day went faster and faster, till it was time for the concert. She performed her absolute best, the best she ever has. The encore felt great for her as well. The stage was on fire for her, she loved every second of it.
Walking back to the dressing room, “Where did that come from Dani?” Hanni asks, hooking their arms together.
Dani giggles and whispers into her ear, “Y/n is here,” Hanni looks at her with a knowing face, the two giggle to one another. Minji stares at the back of the two girls, she continues as she watches Danielle gather her things quickly, thanking the staff on her way out.
“Dani, you have to stay here,” Minji finally says, stopping her in the halls. The surrounding staff stops and looks at the two girls.
“I don’t need to stay anywhere, I did what I needed to do and now I’m leaving,” Dani keeps walking, ignoring the many looks.
“You’re going to get in trouble with the company, I don’t want that,” Minji follows her, through the sea of busy workers.
“The company meddled in something they shouldn’t have, making me feel like absolute shit. So Honestly I don’t care about the company right now,” Dani reaches outside, there he is waiting. If it wasn’t for the lights she couldn't be able to tell, she starts to jog slightly reaching the car, getting in with ease. Minji can just stand there looking on in disbelief as the car drives away. Dani’s smile is bright, as her hand is holding his hand tightly, “Did you enjoy the Concert Y/n?”
He nods, taking a slight glance over at the gorgeous girl in his passenger seat, “I did, you were perfect tonight,” He kisses her hand, smiling as he gets on the highway.
“I’m so happy,” She giggles, and thinks for a little bit, “Should we do something stupid?”
“What do you have in mind?” he asks as she starts laughing to herself pulling out her phone, getting on the New jeans instagram.
“Just drive,” She says finally, as turns on the cabin lights, starts to take a video showing everything as she leans on his arm. She puts my hype boy as a little text, posting it on their story. She giggles, turning off her phone, “So your place?”
“As forward as always Dani,” He chuckles, her lips grazing against his arm, her free hand rubbing his leg, moving to his noticeable bulge.
“I know you can’t resist me,” She nibbles on his earlobe. He drives on double time, rushing to his place. Trying his best to ignore her teasing, pulling into his driveway both of them hurry out. He couldn’t unlock the door fast enough, as Dani locks his lips into a kiss. The feeling of her soft supple lips is enough to send him into a frenzy. The door finally opens, he tosses his keys somewhere and kicks the door close. His hands roam her body, his all familiar touch down her spine, sends shivers throughout her body. He moved away from her lips, her neck was his target. Finding her weak spot was no effort, her hands latch onto his hair, “Fuck Daddy,” she moans out as she feels his teeth sink ever so slightly into her neck. Danielle pulls away from her neck as she sinks to her knees, getting eye level with what she’s been yearning for. She kisses the outline through his slacks, her eyes flutter feeling the girth between her lips once again. She works on pulling them down, freeing his cock, letting it rest on her face. Peppering kisses up the shaft, her eyes look up at him not leaving him. He always loved it when she would look at him while she sucked his cock. She finally takes him in her mouth, his taste is even better than she remembers. One hand on his balls, the other stroking his shaft as she sucks on the tip.
“Fuck babygirl,” One of her favorite nicknames from him, she pushes him deeper in to her mouth. Danielle feels his hand latch onto her ponytail, using that as leverage to push himself deeper into her throat. She gags but doesn’t pull away when he does it for her. She coughs, spitting on his already spit covered cock.
“I haven’t done this since you Daddy, sorry for the gagging,” She smiles innocently as she licks around his cock, leaving the occasional kiss. Her kisses get more sloppy, spit dripping from her lips leaving a mess on the floor, “What do you want me to daddy?” she says, guiding her lips up and down his shaft, “Call me what you did, I know you want to.”
He pulls Dani up by her hair, “Bend over slut,” She giggles bending over the couch, wiggling his ass at him as she slowly pulls her jeans down. Leaving the lace panties, “You wanted this, didn't you?”
“More than you think Daddy,” She pulls her panties, as her pussy drips with anticipation of what’s to come. He slaps her ass, “Again please daddy,” he complies, slapping her ass more till it’s red. She reaches behind spreading her ass, “Please fuck me daddy, Please I need your cock so badly,” She pleads and pleads until she feels your tip enter her followed by the rest of your cock, “Oh fuck! That’s what I needed, I feel stretched out and so full.”
He starts thrusting, the sound of skin on skin echoes throughout the house, followed by her moans and screams, “Fuck I missed this pussy,” Y/n says between his grunts, squeezing her ass. Taking her the only way he knew, Hard and rough and she wouldn’t have it at all. He quickened his pace before suddenly pulling out, making her squirt all over the floor, her legs shaking threatening to give out. He holds Danielle up by her hips.
“Keep fucking me please daddy! Fuck me till I can’t walk tomorrow,” She pleads again, he shoves his cock back in, she’s still just as tight, “Yes daddy! Give me that cock,” Her hands grip on the couch tightly as he fucks her with reckless abandon. Pulling on her ponytail, smirking as he sees her eyes rolled back. Y/n keeps his pace, getting deeper and deeper inside of her. Her legs have been shaking for a few minutes now, He pushes as deep as he could before cumming. Filling her to the brim, her eyes come back around and widen, as he slowly pulls out as she falls to the floor trying to catch her breath. She looks up at him, his cock still standing proud, glistening her juices. She crawls over taking him into her mouth, cleaning his cock. Y/n chuckles looking at the eager girl. Pulling out of her mouth, he walks to the bedroom, Dani follows him crawling. He pulls her from her ponytail on the bed, spreading her legs, “Give me more daddy~” She giggles pulling him closer to her and she whispers, “Let me have your kids daddy,” His mind goes blank as he scrambles to get back inside of her. Slamming his cock in and out of her as they fight for dominance in their kiss. She longed for this feeling again, his body on top of hers, him using her in any way he wanted. She cums over and over again on his cock, she doesn’t stop him. She wants this, she needs this. She feels him throb inside of her, “Give me your cum daddy, I want to feel it fill me up again~”
“Fuck dani,” he moans out bottoming out in her pussy filling her up again, pulling out and collapsing next to her as she giggles rubbing where her womb would be. She cuddles up to him, kissing his chest. As sleep takes them over, his seed drips out of her, dirtying the sheets even more.
There she was, talking your ears off. But you don’t mind, you love her. Your eyes fall to her lips, back to her eyes. The blue contacts add more to her already beautiful eyes. You stopped listening to what she is saying a while ago, getting lost in the scenarios of your mind. You notice that she stopped talking, looking back at her eyes, the beautiful eye smile that has your heart jumping over the moon is looking back at you.
“Are you even listening to me Y/n?” She asks giggling, as she swirls the straw in her drink.
“Of course I am, you know I always do,” you chuckle shyly, knowing that you have been caught by her again.
“Uh huh, you want to feel my lips don’t you?” She leans forward slightly, getting of whiff of her perfume that takes over your senses, “My lips on yours~”
“Don’t tease me Seul,” You look away from her for the first time since you’ve met up with her today. She knows long black hair and glasses is your weakness. You hear her giggling as the chair squeaks on the floor as her fingers grab your chin making you look at her.
“I’m serious,” She smirks as her lips come closer than they have ever been to yours. She giggles looking at your closed eyes, and runs away out of the cafe. You chuckle sadly to yourself as you take off after her.
“I told you not to tease me!” You yell at her as you catch up with her. She hides her face from your view so you move around trying to see her face. Getting a quick glimpse you see the bright red that has taken over.
“Leave me alone Y/n!” She curls into a small ball crouching down, you can’t help but think about how cute she is.
“Seul~” You call out to her, pulling her back to her feet, “Let’s get some ice cream, your favorite place, You coo trying to get her to stop hiding, only for her to hide more in your chest. You lift her up, hauling her over to her favorite ice cream spot. Sitting her down at a table, you quickly order, sliding the cup in front of her. A couple of minutes later she finally starts eating, still not looking at you, “Seul?” You say hoping she will finally answer you.
“Hm?” She stares at the melting ice cream, her hair hiding her face from view.
“What are we?” You ask, watching her, her spoon comes to a stop, finally she looks at you.
“I like you,” the conviction in her voice, you almost couldn’t tell that this girl was just the one hiding herself behind her hair a moment ago.
“I like you too,” Smiling at her,”Would you be my girlfriend Seulgi?” You ask her, seeing the bright smile take over her face, nodding eagerly she slides around the table, sitting on your lap.
“Of course I will be,” Her lips finally meet yours, a sensation you already know that you can’t get enough of. Pulling away, you smile at her, taking her hand in yours.
The next few months were the best of your recent years. Seulgi being your girlfriend finally, elevated your happiness. You watch on as she runs around the park chasing the bubbles, the brightest smile on her outshining the sun. She runs back to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you with. The bubbles add to the already perfect background. She pulls to a secluded area of the park, her lips mashing against yours. Your lips move in perfect rhythm with hers, her arms wrapped around your neck, your hands exploring her body. Electricity running through your fingertips, as they glide across her skin. Pulling away, you two pant, trying to catch your breath.
“Lets go,” She says, you quickly nod, taking off towards your car. The whole ride, her lips were latched to your neck, her hand on your bulge. Your concentration on the road falters more and more as you drive. Luckily, the lights were on your side, getting home in record time. The door was unlocked even faster as you two fell onto the couch, your lips still locked with hers. She makes short work of your button up ripping it open, her lips trail down your neck, grazing against your collarbone. The shivers that go down your spine, the goosebumps you get every time she kisses your body. Pulling your pants down, her slender hand wraps around your shaft, her touch is cold but soft. Her spit slides down your shaft as she uses it as lube, “Do you like that Daddy?”
You can only nod as she continues stroking your cock and kissing your neck, you thank god that she wore a skirt today. As you snake your hand under it and start pulling at her panties, she helps you take them off. Straddling you, she slides you in without any problem. She’s still so tight around you. “Fuck baby,” You mutter as her hips bounce slow on your cock.
“You feel so good Daddy,” She whispers in your ear, moving her feet flat on the couch putting all her hips into it, her grip around you is enough to make you cum but you hold out. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through your house, her legs are shaking. This is your favorite part, watching her unravel. She cums, “F-fuck! I’m cumming!” she collapses on top of you. You don’t give her a chance to recover and start thrusting up making sure you fill her with everything you have. Grasping her ass with dear life as her nails dig into your shoulders, you cum, as you keep thrusting, your only thought is her. You slow to a stop, trying to catch your breath. She sits up, your cock still buried inside, her eyes, her beautiful eyes that capture your soul with a single glance. Half lidded, dripping with her lust and desire, her hand placed on your chest to keep her balance. She starts grinding slowly, “I need more daddy~” She leans down, her lips nearly touching yours, “Please~?”
Who are you to tell her no, you couldn’t even if you wanted to. You watch as her abs flex each time she grinds. Your hand gravitates to her waist, guiding her hips. You feel her tighten as she cums again, watching her keep going on her own. She got hers, now she wants you to get yours. She quickens her pace, her hands sturdy on your chest.
“Please Daddy cum inside~,” She smiles, even more when she feels your warmth fill her, she rests her head on your chest, leaving small kisses, “I love you baby~”
