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greengoblinswifey · 6 months ago

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Beneath Chaos II—Hwang In ho/Player 001 x Fem!Reader

summary— as the two of you become more intimate, you uncover Young-il is not who he claims to be. He’s revealed to be the Hwang In-ho, the mastermind behind the entire game. As he manipulates you with his affections, you begin to question everything you thought you knew about him with the line between love and manipulation becoming increasingly blurred

warnings— age gap(reader is in her 20s, he’s in his late 40s) the usual squid games violence mentions, manipulation and deceit, fingering, choking, nipple play, oral(f!receiving), praise kink, body worship, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.

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Part I

It was a war zone. Screams and shouts echoed through the space as players turned on each other, desperation driving them to violence. You’d managed to stay out of it for the most part, keeping close to the quieter players, but tonight, the group had decided it was time to go after the organizers of the game.

“Stick with me,” Young-il, the player who had stuck by your side since the start, urged.

You nodded, clutching your arm. “Where are we going?”

He tightened his grip on your wrist. “Trust me. I’ll get you out of here.”

The two of you weaved through the chaos, narrowly dodging bullets as guards closed in. One of them lunged at you after having their gun taken, and before you could react, Young-il used a gun to shoot them.

“Keep moving,” he barked, his voice unusually firm.

As the two of you made your way through what you called a maze, a steel door loomed and you couldn’t help but notice how methodical Young-il was. He fought with precision, taking down and guards and helping the group as you pressed forward.

“In here!” he said, dragging you through a hidden corridor behind the door.

Your heart pounded as the sounds of chaos grew fainter. “Where are we going? How do you know about this place?”

He didn’t answer, his jaw clenched as he led you through the dimly lit hallway. When two guards appeared, you froze, expecting them to attack, but Young-il stepped forward, raising his hands.

“It’s me,” he said coolly.

To your shock, they stepped aside, lowering their weapons.

“What the hell?” you whispered, staring at him in disbelief.

He turned to you, his expression unreadable. “I’ll explain everything. Just stay with me.”

You followed him through the hallway, each step filling you with dread. At the end of the corridor, he pushed open a heavy door, revealing a sleek, high-tech room filled with monitors.

You froze in the doorway. The screens displayed every corner of the facility, the dormitory, the games, the guards. It was the command center.

“What is this?” you demanded, turning to him.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached to a table and picked up a black mask that had been hidden.

“You’re the organizer of the games?” you whispered, recognizing that he was what they were after.

“I wanted to tell you,” he said quietly, stepping closer. “But I couldn’t. Not yet.”

“You’re the Front Man?” Your voice trembled as the realization hit you like a freight train. “You’ve been running this whole thing?”

“It’s not that simple,” he said, his tone laced with guilt. “I didn’t want you here. I never wanted you to get hurt.”

Tears blurred your vision as you stepped back. “You lied to me. All this time, I thought—I thought you were one of us. I slept with you!”

“I did what I had to do to protect you and—forget that,” he said, taking your hand firmly.

You pulled your hand away, anger bubbling to the surface. “And this is your idea of protection? Letting people die?”

“I’ve kept you alive, haven’t I?” His voice softened, and for a moment, you saw the man you thought you knew. “I brought you here because it’s the only safe place left. Please, just trust me.”

The heavy doors to his quarters slid open, and he guided you inside with a hand on your back. The room was cold and sterile, lined with screens showing every corner of the games. You felt a shiver crawl up your spine as you realized how removed this place was from the chaos you’d just escaped.

He stood by the console, running a hand through his damp hair as his chest rose and fell with controlled breaths. He was fighting to keep his expression neutral, but you noticed the faintest flicker of something else, a strain, like he was holding back.

“I need to explain,” he said, his tone carefully measured.

You crossed your arms, your voice trembling. “Explain what? That you lied to everyone? To me?”

He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening as he walked closer. “I had no choice. My name isn’t Young-il. It’s Hwang In-ho. I entered the game for a reason, to infiltrate and dismantle this from the inside.”

There it was again—that careful modulation of his voice, as if he was reading from a script. But the way he avoided your eyes gave him away.

The real truth you were unaware of was that he didn’t care about dismantling anything. The truth was, the deaths, the violence, it didn’t matter to him. The only thing he cared about was you. His sweet, pretty little thing.

“What about our friends?” you asked, cutting through the silence. Your voice cracked as you thought of the people you’d fought beside. “What happened to them?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t worry about them,” he said coldly. “It’s just me and you now.”

“Don’t worry?” you repeated, your voice rising. “They were our allies, our—”

“They don’t matter,” he interrupted, his tone hard. “You matter. I’ve done everything to protect you. Every choice I’ve made, every lie—it was all for you.”

You stared at him, unsure whether to believe the man in front of you. His eyes softened as he stepped closer, his fingers brushing over your arm. “I know it’s hard to trust me right now. But you’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

You shook your head, your mind racing. “I don’t even know who you are right now.”

“You’ll see,” he murmured, his thumb grazing your knuckles as he took your hand. “You’ll see that everything I’ve done has been for you.”

He straightened, his voice firm again. “You can get cleaned up. There are clothes for you in the bathroom.”

You walked into the sleek bathroom, its stark white tiles almost blinding under the fluorescent lights. A stack of fresh clothes sat neatly on the counter, along with a towel. The sound of water running filled the room as you stepped under the stream, letting the heat wash away the violence of the night.

You hadn’t heard him enter until you felt his hands on your waist. “In-ho?” you gasped, turning to see him standing behind you, naked, water dripping down his hair.

“I told you,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

Before you could respond, his hand tilted your chin upward, and his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow, his fingers tangling in your wet hair as he deepened it. You felt his other hand slide to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space between you.

“Is this your way of making me trust you?” you whispered against his lips, your breath hitching.

He chuckled softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Maybe.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “Or maybe I just can’t stay away from you.”

For a moment, you let yourself get lost in it, the warmth of his lips, the weight of his arms on your naked body. But in the back of your mind, the doubts lingered, like a dark cloud that wouldn’t leave. As his lips trailed down your neck, you fought to push the thoughts away, telling yourself you could question him later. You really wanted to argue, to pull away, but the warmth of his hands against your wet skin, the way his breath fanned across your neck, made your protests dissolve before they even formed.

“I can feel how tense you are,” he continued, his fingers tracing slow circles along your hip. “Let me take care of you. You don’t have to do anything.”

You swallowed hard, the heat from the water mixing with the heat of his touch. “I don’t know,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

“Yes, you do,” he countered softly, his lips skimming your jaw. “You know I’ll make you feel good. I always do.”

His hand moved lower, his fingers slipping along your thigh and feeling a slick wetness completely different from the water, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through you. “See?” he said. “Your body knows. It always knows.”

His fingers teased higher, the pads of his fingertips grazing your clit with a deliberate slowness that made your breath hitch. You leaned against the tiled wall for support, your knees threatening to give out. Pleasure ran through your body and you opened your eyes to stare into his dark ones as they locked on you. They broke away from you, looking down at your breasts that were cascaded in warm water before leaning down and swirling his tongue over them, his fingers still rubbing your clit.

Soft whimpers left your lips even though you tried your hardest to suppress them. You bit your tongue as he took your nipple between his teeth and bit down gently, a finger now slipping inside your wet pussy.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet praise. “So beautiful. So perfect for me. Your body is a masterpiece.”

Your head tipped back, water running down your face as his fingers found your sweet spot, the pressure just enough to make you gasp. “In-ho,” you breathed, your voice trembling with equal parts of protest and need.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his free hand moving to cradle your face, tilting it toward him. “I won’t let you fall. Just trust me.”

He moved his hand back down to your breast, kneading it as you involuntarily arched into his touch. A small smirk played on his lips and he leaned down, placing a kiss on yours. Another finger found its way inside your pussy, as his thumb skillfully rubbed your clit, increasing your pleasure. His fingers curled, and he used his free fingers to gently pinch and pull on your nipples as you tried to stop the soft moans from leaving your lips.

The sensation was overwhelming, his touch unrelenting, and the praise spilling from his lips only heightened it. “That’s it my good little girl,” he coaxed, his lips brushing against yours before capturing them fully, swallowing the sounds that escaped you.

His kiss was possessive, almost desperate, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone hearing you but him. His fingers thrusted faster inside you with an expert rhythm, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and intoxicating. “So perfect, every part of you. All mine.”

You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as an orgasm built inside you. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Let me see you cum, just for me.”

His fingers went faster and your body gave in, the release was swift and all consuming, leaving you trembling and moaning his name in his arms. He held you close, his hands steadying you as your breathing slowed.

“See how good that felt?” In-ho murmured, his lips curving into a small smile. “It can get even better.”

A flicker of shame passed through you, how could you let him do this, knowing what was happening just outside these quarters? The chaos, the danger, the people you had left behind. But the moment his hands trailed down your waist, firm and grounding, the doubt began to dissolve.

“In-ho,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you, shaky and soft.

“I know angel,” he said gently, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. “But don’t think about anything else right now. It’s just you and me here. No one else matters.”

Before you could reply, he dropped to his knees. The sight of him kneeling before you, his dark hair dripping with water, made your breath catch.

His hands found your thighs, spreading them slightly as his lips pressed kisses on your pussy. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky. “Let me show you.”

Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands as his lips engulfed your throbbing clit. He worked with slow, deliberate care, his mouth trailing heat over your pussy.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses, his breath warm against you. “So good for me. You always are.”

His tongue flicked over your clit fast, better than your fingers or anyone else could ever feel on you. He licked from your entrance back up to your clit, swirling his tongue and suckling like a starved man.

Your grip in his hair tightened as a low sound escaped you, and he let out a quiet chuckle, clearly pleased with your reaction. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

For a moment, all thoughts of the world outside were forgotten. The only thing that existed was the feel of his lips and the steady stream of praise falling from them.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice reverent yet commanding. “I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

He ate you out like he had something to prove. Like he was showing you that no one else could care for you so much that it reflected in how they pleasured you. His tongue slipped inside your pussy, thrusting gently as you shivered and let out soft whimpers that made his dick hard. All that clouded your mind now was his tongue, exploring every inch of your needy, quivering pussy, licking up and down and slurping on your clit.

Your grip in his hair tightened again as your breaths turned shallow, your body trembling under his touch. He moved with such precision, as though he knew exactly what your pussy ached for. The sound of the water cascading around you only heightened your senses, every touch, every flicker of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Come on sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low, rumbling praise that sent a shiver up your spine. “Just cum for me. Be good for me.”

Your fingers clenched in his wet hair, and your body obeyed, your orgasm spilling over as the pleasure became too much to contain and you squirted in his mouth.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your clit one last time before he stood, his hands trailing up your sides to pull you against him. You could feel the strength of him, solid, grounding you as you tried to catch your breath.

He leaned in, his mouth capturing yours in a heated kiss, his hands sliding down to your hips. “See how good I can make you feel?” he murmured against your lips.

Before you could respond, he turned you gently, guiding your hands to brace against the tile as the warmth of the water poured over you. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, trailing kisses along your neck as his hands explored your wet, naked body.

“You feel so perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet reverence. “I won’t stay away from you, you know that?”

As his hands gently groped your ass, you could feel his hard cock pressing against you. His breath was warm against the back of your neck, his words soft but full of lust. “I need to fuck you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Please- please do,” you whimpered.

You could feel the way he was responding to you, his cock against your ass telling you everything you needed to know. Your pulse raced as you gave in to the moment, not wanting to fight the pull between you. You both let out low moans as he entered your tight pussy from behind, halting for a second to give you time to adjust to his sheer size. He was so thick, stretching and filling you in ways you knew no one else could.

He began steadily rutting into you, the sound of skin slapping amplified by the water making him chuckle lightly. His lips pressed against your neck as your pussy gripped his cock like it never wanted to let him go.

His voice was a little hoarse as he whispered, “You feel so fucking good.”

His hands shifted, one sliding around your neck, the pressure just enough to make you gasp. You leaned into it, feeling the pleasure rise inside you. With every thrust, he took his time, drawing out each moan, each squelch of your pussy that sent your heart racing.

He looked down at your ass bouncing against him, and you swore his cock throbbed inside you. With his hand still around your neck, the other reached in front, rubbing rough circles on your clit as his cock hit your g spot repeatedly.

“Relax,” he whispered softly. “I’ve got you. Cum on my cock.”

His words, his touch, it was all part of this undeniable force pulling you closer, and you gave in, your pussy soaking his cock buried inside you, surrendering to the moment, feeling more alive than you’d ever thought possible these last few days.

After drying off, the steam from the shower clung to your skin. The mirror fogged up just a bit from the warmth, but it only added to the intimacy of the moment. His hands gently cupped your waist as he stood close behind you. You could see his reflection in the mirror, his gaze intense as he met your eyes through the glass.

“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, his breath warm on the back of your neck. His hands traced your sides slowly, memorizing every curve, every inch of you. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to protect you.”

The words made your chest tighten, a mix of emotions swirling within you. You’d never felt so seen, so cared for, as if everything about you mattered to him. He continued, his voice low, full of reverence, “You’re my priority. I would do anything for you. No one else matters but you.”

He stared at you in the mirror as his hard length entered you again. He moaned into your ear, the deep sound going to your pussy and making it throb as he began fucking you again. Your mouth fell open, the intimacy of the moment sending ripples of need through you. His large hands cupped your breasts, groping and tweaking your nipples as you met the roll of his hips, fucking him back as he pounded your pussy.

The mirror reflected the way his eyes softened as they traced your brown skin, his admiration for you evident in the way he held you. He kissed your shoulder, your neck and then your temple, the feel of his lips on you making you shiver.

“No one else matters. They don’t fucking matter, only my pretty little angel,” he murmured

With every thrust, he showed you just how much you meant to him, his actions speaking louder than words ever could. You could feel the care, the devotion, and the unwavering desire to be close to you, to cherish you in some lowkey sick and twisted way. It was a rare and overwhelming feeling, one that made your heart race and your pulse quicken.

“Every.part.of.you,” he murmured, thrusting with word, his lips brushing against your ear, “is.perfect.to.me.”

You couldn’t hold on much longer. He was right at the edge waiting too. Your hand reached behind him, bringing his head down to suck on your neck, his eyes still locked onto yours in the mirror as you squirted on his cock. Your pussy drenched him, your juices trailing down your thighs and his as you convulsed with him still inside you.

“That’s my good girl, fuck, I’m gonna cum too, deep inside this tight pussy. Take it for me sweetheart,” he groaned.

He let out a deep, guttural moan and you hummed in content, feeling his hot load fill you to the brim.

As your highs passed, you could feel the air between you slowly easing. His lips brushed against your temple, soft and tender, grounding you. His voice was gentle but firm, “I’m here. It’s just us now. That’s all that matters.”

His words were soothing you in a way that only he could. With delicate care, he cleaned you up, his touch surprisingly gentle despite everything that had just happened. Then, he led you to the bed, helping you lie down as he dressed you slowly, making sure you were comfortable.

“You’ll get all the answers you need,” he said quietly, his hand brushing a strand of your curls away from your face, “in due time. Just trust me. Be patient.”

You let out a soft breath, not fully understanding everything, but something in his words made you want to believe him. Trust. What a word. It was so simple yet so heavy. Could you really place it in his hands, when everything else felt so uncertain?

You looked up at him. “Trust,” you echoed, “you’re really good at making that sound easy.”

He returned your smile, though it was tinged with something darker, something unreadable. “I don’t need you to trust me now. Just know I’ll never let you go.”

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urcoolgf · 4 months ago

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TATTOOED HEART

pairing. bf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff. makeout. suggestive content towards the end.

summary. rafe gets a new tattoo, && surprises you (peep the ariana inspired title)

"appointment, or walk-in?," the man behind the counter asked. he had tattoos all over—full sleeves on both arms, ink up to his neck, and a few facial piercings.

"appointment for rafe... rafe cameron," he replied, his nervousness peaking through his 'tough guy' front just a little.

"sure, man. right this way," the worker led rafe back into the room. a few people were currently getting tattooed, a few pierced. there was art all over the dark walls—different tattoo styles, and other artistc pieces. he guided rafe to a black, leather chair before sitting himself in the artist's stool adjacent to it.

"i'm zach, by the way. i'll obviously be your artist today. so, what are we thinkin' of doin' rafe?," his vibe was calm, which put rafe a little more at ease—though he would never admit he was anything but completely chill about this.

"yeah, i got a pic. i want you to put this... right here," rafe replied, pointing from the picture on his phone to the spot just over his heart.

"nice. sounds good, man. let me draw up a sketch, then we'll place it, yeah?," zach replied, immediately reaching for his ipad to begin a sketch.

once he had finished it, he turned his ipad around to face rafe, but leaned over it, so he could look at it while explaining the different aspects of it to rafe—what colors would go where, and how he was going to shadow it.

"that looks perfect, man," the blonde said only semi-excitedly—he was still rafe cameron after all—he had a reputation around here.

"alright! i'm gonna have you take off your shirt. i'll place it, and then you can go look in that mirror right over there," he pointed to the wall diagonal from the chair, "and let me know what you think," he continued, "any changes, and i mean any, you let me know, okay?,"

"got it," rafe said, stripping himself of his t-shirt, and laying back in the chair. zach placed the stencil over rafe's heart, leaving a blue ink on the right side of his chest. he stood up, walking over to the mirror as instructed, analyzing the position and style of the temporary ink on his chest before it was permanent. he walked back over to the chair, and sat himself back in it.

"it's awesome," rafe nodded his head as a smirk spread onto his face.

"cool, man. alright, go ahead and lay back. we're gonna get started," zach said, turning around in his chair to grab some new gloves and other materials that he placed on his tray.

the soft buzz from the tattoo gun rang through rafe's ears as he felt the first few strokes.

not as bad as he thought.

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"zach, man, you did an awesome job. this looks amazing. thanks a bunch," rafe said, admiring the now permanent ink in the same mirror he looked into a couple hours prior.

"happy to hear it. my buddy ryan's gonna get you checked out up front," zach replied with a smile, beginning to clean his station.

"thanks, man. have a good one," the blonde said before heading to the front counter to pay, and obviously leave a generous tip. rafe would never show it, but he was so excited to go home and show his girlfriend.

—

"baby! i'm home," rafe shouted, loud enough for it to travel throughout tannyhill. he was already excited, but his smile grew when he saw you hurry down the stairs, ready to throw yourself into his arms before he stopped you.

"wait! wait," he laughed, holding you in place by the sides of your arms.

"what?," you had a kind of sad look on your face, thinking you did something since he didn't want you touching him, "something wrong?"

"no, baby. nothin's wrong. wanna show you somethin'," he said, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. you stood in front of him with absolutely no idea of what was going on. once he pulled the shirt over his head your eyes shot open, and your jaw dropped. it was covered by clear plastic wrap, but it was plain as day what it was…

your eye. tattooed. over his heart.

the artwork was absolutely stunning, it looked so real. you reached out to graze your fingers over the plastic wrap—carefully. as if you could mess it up. as if it wasn't permanent.

"is that… that's my eye, rafe," you said without taking your eyes off the dark ink, shock still evident on your face.

"yeah, that's kinda the point, sweetheart," he laughed, bringing his hand up to cover yours, and press it into his heart.

"i– i don't even know what to say, rafe… you got a tattoo?!," that wasn't the prominent question, but you really didn't know what else to say. this was the sweetest, most unexpected thing he could have done.

"said my heart was yours forever, didn't i?," he asked with a smile, although the question was hypothetical because, of course he had said that, “now everyone knows.”

and he meant it.

“this is so sweet, rafe…,” you began, lowering your hand from his.

“but…?,” his brows furrowed, he felt the follow-up coming from a mile away.

“but… it’s also sexy as hell,” you said, eyes narrowing as you pulled him towards you. he wrapped his arms tightly around the small of your back as your lips collided. you could feel rafe holding back a smile against your lips, and it drove you mad. he moved his hands further down, playing with the plush of your ass a bit, before moving even lower. he bent down slightly to place his hands on the backside of your thighs—which was code for 'jump'.

with no hesitation, you jumped into his arms without breaking away from his lips, running your hands through his buzzed hair. rafe began up the stairs, still kissing you until you pulled away for a moment.

"you have no idea what that tattoo does to me… you're getting it tonight, rafe cameron," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making his eyes roll back. you pulled back to look at his face.

"oh am i now?, he said quietly, eyebrows raising as if he didn't believe you.

he believed you. and boy was he looking forward to it.

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phannetasm · 5 months ago

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The rarest of flowers // Alucard x fem!reader

𓆩𓁺𓆪𝒄𝒘: fluff, reader works in a brothel, mirror on the ceiling, mild male yearning. this is very self indulgent and it's been a while since i last wrote something but i needed to write a lil something for my wife (Alucard). wc: 1.9k, part 2

Unlike other men he met during his life, Alucard didn't frequent brothels. He’d never understood how people could partake in such sinful activities and thought such practices deplorable and beneath him. The mere idea of buying someone like a commodity, of using them for one's own pleasure was sickening, scandalous.

But when fate placed you, a woman of the night in his path he couldn't help but indulge in your pleasures. Perhaps it was the loneliness, a moment of weakness that led him to your bed that fateful night, but he never anticipated you would captivate him so thoroughly. Leaving your tender embrace the next morning felt almost sacrilegious, but the promised whispered against your lips soothed his aching heart. He'd come back, he swore, once his journey came to an end and he could safely return to Paris. Little did he know your paths would cross much sooner than expected, the pursuit for Sekhmet's mummy leading him back to the city only a few weeks later.

It was close to midnight when he reached Paris with his companions. The journey was tiresome and they needed to lay low, to hide from Erzebet's spies. Much to his surprise, Richter and Annette didn't question him when he pushed open the door of the brothel, motioning them to walk inside. The two descended the narrow steps of the establishment, looking around curiously.

"This is quite... distasteful." huffed Richter, stepping closer to Annette when a girl attempted to approach him.

"We cannot risk being discovered now and no one will look for us here." spoke Alucard, seeking you from the corner of his eye but couldn't spot you in the parlour. "The matron will offer you a room to rest." he added, pointing at the older woman in French robes hastily making her way over to the them, shoving the girls blocking her way like flies. The rings and bracelets on her arms tinkled when she grasped Alucard's gloved hand, shaking it lightly– a wide, wine stained grin on her face. "So good to see you back, my boy. Tell me, how may I help you?"

"My companions need a room" spoke Alucard, hiding his embarrassment at the woman's familiarity. He slowly slipped his hand from hers, reaching for the pouch of coins looped around his belt. "They should remain undisturbed for the night. We will leave shortly after sunrise."

The woman nodded, her eyes trained on the coins the dhampir dropped into her outstretched palms. After inspecting them thoroughly she hid them in her breast and guided Richter and Annette towards a room. But before the two could turn to ask Alucard where he'd be staying he was gone. He silently slipped through the shadows of the salon, avoiding all patrons on your way to your room. He could already smell your scent from behind the wooden door, his fingers twitching in anticipation as he pushed the door open. And oh how his gaze softened when he laid eyes on you, seated on the cushioned seat in front of your vanity, brushing your hair. You lifted your gaze, meeting his in the mirror, a smile tugging at your lips.

"You're back" you whispered, raising from your seat, your silky dress wrapped around your figure shining like molten pearls in the candlelight. He welcomed your hug, his eyes closing when he dipped his head to the nape of your neck and inhaled your scent– smoke and lilacs, oh so enchanting.

"I had to see you, my lady." he hummed, tracing his fingertips down your spine. With slow steps you slipped away from him and he took off his gloves, letting you hold his hands. "Where have you been?" you asked as you made your way back to the vanity mirror, picking up your comb and threading it through your hair. The dhampir sighed, his golden eyes fixed on your reflection; when you brushed your hair over your shoulder he could see the faint shadow of the healed indents where he had bitten you weeks prior. Leaning behind you he brushed the marks with his thumb, his fingertips cold against your heated skin.

"Machecoul, helping some friends" he answered plainly, his hand slipping down to your shoulder. After so many years of solitude, touching another seemed otherworldly. "Helping some friends" you mused, a flicker of a coy smile on your lips. "Is this about your endeavour? Do tell me about, I'd love to hear."

Alucard hummed, his eyebrows pinching together in disapproval. He didn't wish to burden you with his worries, to mar the sanctity of this moment with tales of gods and the undead. No, that was not what he came here for. Tenderly, he took the comb from your hand and placed it on the little desk, resting his head against your shoulder. "I do not wish to speak of such things, my sweet. It is none of your concern."

You knew better than to press the matter so you nodded, raising from your seat. Alucard's firm tug on your dress was enough for you to know that you should undress so you slowly undid the bow that held together the cloth. Alucard's gaze darkened imperceptibly for a moment, his lips parting for him to take a slow breath in.

"How do you wish to do it tonight?" you asked as per usual, but the dhampir huffed in response, your words bringing him back to his senses.

"Spare me the protocol, my sweet. I only wish to rest." With deft fingers, Alucard peeled off his garments and joined you in bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, the candles dimming as if blown by an unfathomable force while he loomed over you. You didn't waste any moment to slide your arms around his neck, seeking to meet his gaze in the dark. The dhampir's hair brushed against your shoulders, his hands guiding you flush against him as he laid on his side. "How long will you stay?" you asked, slotting yourself against him, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

The dhampir cradled your head and you felt a pair of cold lips press against your forehead. "I shall depart tomorrow morning."

"So soon?" you pouted, craning your neck to meet his gaze again and Alucard's heart panged when he saw the hopeful look in your eyes. "Yes, my sweet. I must go, but I will return soon."

He could tell by the way your shoulders tensed that his answer displeased you and he sighed, bringing your mouth over his. An unspoken promise, a consolation, a plea for forgiveness; his arms tightened around you as you kissed, his fangs grazing your lips when he pulled away.

"The people speak of a revolution" you added, voice hushed as if you were sharing a secret. "They speak of death and devils coming down upon us from Hell. Is it true?"

"Yes, 'tis true" he snarled, turning on his back as he draped a hand over his eyes. "I'm afraid dark times are coming, my lady, but we will break through."

"How can you be so sure?"

He needn't see you to know you had that defiant look in your eyes. Despite his fears and your worry, Alucard couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "I have lived for three hundred years and seen many revolutions. Fear not, my sweet, everything will be alright."

"For you maybe..." you muttered, earning a sigh from Alucard. Returning to his side, the dhampir pulled you into another kiss, pressing you up against him. His hand slip to your bare thigh, nails leaving shallow marks on your skin as he pulled your leg over his hip. "Do you not trust me when I promise you'd be safe?" he hummed against your lips, golden eyes peering into yours and you shook your head.

"I trust you, but I still fear for my life here. They are killing people in the streets, the food is scarce and–"

Alucard's hand on your mouth silenced you but your protests soon melted into soft sighs as your lover trailed kisses down your neck and chest, halting just above your heart. He could hear your heart skip a beat when he placed a kiss on your breast. "You needn't worry about food, shelter or your safety, my dear."

His reassurance calmed your plaguing thoughts and you sighed, nodding softly. Alucard's hand moved to your cheek, cradling you face. The look in his eyes when he leaned back over you was of the most tender. "I have arranged for your stay somewhere safe. An abbey in the mountains. You will be well fed and taken care of. A friend of mine will take you there in two days at dawn."

For a moment you held his gaze, searching for any traces of deceit but his words were honest. Slowly, you nodded gratefully, your arms tightening around his neck.

You could taste the love on his lips when he kissed you again, your heart swelling, feeling as if it would burst our of your chest. Tugging him closer, you managed to force a tired smile when he rested his forehead against yours. And so you laid, suspended in the dark, with Alucard murmuring sweet words in a language unknown to you, but you didn't need to understand to know he spoke from the bottom of his heart. You could feel it in the drawl of his voice, the steadiness of his breath, the touch that conveyed his deep devotion, his soul bared for you to see and treasure. Closing your eyes, you let his words flow through you, like a balm for your aching heart.

"I wonder what the nuns will say when they find out they have to share quarters with a whore." you chuckled eventually, earning a small huff from the dhampir. He laid by your side, drawing you in and closed his eyes. His hand smoothed some stray strands of hair on the crown of your head before slipping through your curls. "Such silly worries you have, my sweet. They needn't know of this."

"Then what should I tell them when they ask about me?"

The corners of Alucard's lips twitched lightly in amusement. What should you tell them indeed? That you were the most pure hearted, precious thing he'd ever had the privilege to call his? That you were his newfound hope in the sea of despair the world was sinking in? That you were the one who touched his heart like no other mortal has in centuries? No, of course not. You couldn't tell them the thing he didn't have the heart to confess to you yet. So with a sigh, he smiled up at the ceiling, his eyes drifting along the reflection of your tangled bodies in the mirror. "Tell them your wildest dreams, sweet lady, and we'll make them true one day."

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dumb-ster-fire · 5 months ago

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Azriel x fem!reader - Just a dress

Summary: While shopping with Mor, Y/N is asked to model a beautiful wedding dress for a bridal shop in need of a last-minute replacement. She agrees, enjoying the fun of it—until Azriel, her mate, sees her. His shadows tighten, his gaze dark and intense. It’s just a dress… so why does it feel like something deeper?

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Y/N glanced at Mor, who was already grinning like she had won the lottery. “Oh, you have to do it,” Mor urged, practically bouncing on her heels.

The shop attendant clasped her hands together. “It’s a simple favor—just try on the dress, walk around a little, and in return, we’ll compensate you.” Her gaze swept over Y/N’s tall, elegant frame. “You’re perfect for it.”

Y/N tilted her head, considering. It did sound fun. And it wasn’t every day she got to play dress-up in a gown fit for royalty.

“Alright,” she said with a smirk. “Let’s do it.”

The attendant beamed and led them inside, where Y/N was soon whisked into a dressing room. The gown was decadent—intricate embroidery shimmering in the light, a full, sweeping skirt, and delicate lace detailing. When they placed the diadem on her head and finished her makeup, she barely recognized herself in the mirror. She looked… ethereal. Regal.

Mor’s gasp as she stepped out confirmed it. “Holy shit, Y/N.” Her eyes widened with something between awe and mischief. “Azriel is going to pass out when he sees you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the little flutter in her stomach at the thought.

She had agreed to walk around the boutique and outside for a bit, letting potential customers see the dress in motion. And of course, Mor was already plotting.

Y/N smirked. “Just don’t let Az see it.”

Mor’s wicked grin only widened. “Oh, no promises.”

Y/N gracefully walked alongside the shop representative as they guided her to the designated path where she’d be showcasing the dress. The streets of Velaris, always lively, now had curious onlookers pausing in their steps as she passed. Some whispered, some openly admired, and more than a few stopped in their tracks entirely.

Mor strolled beside her, looking far too pleased with herself, hands clasped behind her back like she was completely innocent.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, she had already reached out to Rhys through their mind link.

You need to get your asses down here. Now.

Rhys’s response was immediate. What did you do?

Mor barely contained her excitement as she side-eyed Y/N, who was completely unaware of the unfolding scheme. Not what I did. What Y/N did. She’s walking through Velaris in a wedding dress.

There was a moment of stunned silence before multiple voices chimed in at once.

Cassian: YOU’RE JOKING. WE’RE ON OUR WAY.

Rhysand: This I have to see.

Amren: Hah. Poor Azriel.

Azriel: …What?

Mor grinned but kept her expression neutral as she turned to Y/N, who was still elegantly making her way through the street, oblivious to the storm about to descend.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Y/N, completely unaware of the chaos she’d just unleashed, continued walking with effortless grace, the luxurious wedding gown flowing around her like stardust. The diadem atop her head caught the light, making her look every bit the ethereal, untouchable bride. People on the street kept stopping to watch, whispering amongst themselves. Some even clapped in admiration.

Mor, biting her lip to keep from outright laughing, linked arms with her as they neared the end of the walk. “You know, you look obscenely good in that dress.”

Y/N smirked. “Of course I do.” Then, with mock seriousness, “It’s a shame no one I know is here to see it.”

Mor nearly snorted. If only Y/N knew.

Because right at that moment, Cassian, Rhys, Amren, and—most importantly—Azriel appeared at the edge of the street, blending into the crowd.

Rhys, hands in his pockets, took one look at Y/N and let out a low whistle. Damn.

Cassian, on the other hand, was losing his mind. “OH. MY. GODS.” He practically bounced on his feet. “I knew this was gonna be good, but this—this is better than I ever could have imagined.”

Amren crossed her arms, eyes flicking between Azriel and Y/N with amusement. “He’s going to combust.”

And Azriel—Azriel was frozen.

The moment his eyes landed on Y/N, everything else blurred into insignificance. The gown, the diadem, the way she moved with such natural confidence—it was lethal. She was breathtaking on any given day, but like this? Like this?

It took everything in him to school his expression, to keep himself from storming over, yanking her against him, and demanding when exactly she was planning to tell him she looked like that in a wedding dress.

Mor, watching all of this unfold, casually said through the mind link, Enjoying the view, Az?

His shadows curled tighter around him. You knew about this.

Obviously.

Cassian, watching Azriel’s battle for control, leaned over and whispered, “So, when’s the wedding?”

Azriel shot him a look so sharp it could have gutted a man. Cassian only grinned wider.

And then—Y/N finally noticed them.

Y/N, still blissfully unaware, turned her head slightly, about to make some offhand comment to Mor—when she spotted them.

Her steps faltered for a split second as her pale green eyes locked onto the group of familiar faces. And then—she saw him.

Azriel stood slightly apart from the others, his wings half-flared, shadows coiling around him in a way that told her everything. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his hazel eyes burned hotter than the sun.

“Oh, fuck,” Y/N muttered under her breath.

Mor cackled.

Cassian was barely holding in his laughter, whispering something to Rhys, who was just standing there, smug as all hell. Amren, as usual, looked more entertained than anything.

And Azriel?

He stalked toward her.

Y/N straightened automatically, an instinctive reaction to the sheer force of his gaze. As he closed the distance, she could practically feel the possessiveness rolling off him in waves, feel the weight of it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his shadows swirled around his boots like they, too, were ready to drag her close and never let go.

She tilted her head, offering a smirk despite the sudden racing of her heart. “Well, hello there, shadowsinger.”

Azriel stopped right in front of her, his gaze sweeping over everything—the gown, the diadem, the way the silk hugged her curves just right.

“You didn’t think to mention this?” His voice was low, edged with something dark, something claiming.

Y/N’s smirk widened. “I didn’t think I needed to.”

Azriel let out a slow breath, his wings twitching slightly before he reached out, fingers brushing along the delicate embroidery on her sleeve. His touch was light, reverent—dangerous.

“This,” he murmured, eyes flicking up to hers, “is unfair.”

Y/N hummed, enjoying the heat in his gaze far too much. “Oh? Why’s that?”

Azriel’s lips parted like he was about to answer, but Cassian—because of course he did—ruined the moment.

“So,” the general called, grinning like a madman, “should we just start planning the wedding now or—”

Y/N turned sharply. “Cassian.”

Cassian held up his hands. “I’m just saying! You’re already in the dress—”

“I will fight you.”

“I’d like to see you try in that gown.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, you absolute menace—”

But before she could launch herself at him—before she could even move—Azriel’s hand curled around her wrist, tugging her back toward him, his chest brushing against hers.

“You do look stunning,” he murmured, quiet enough that only she could hear.

Y/N blinked up at him, momentarily thrown off by the softness in his voice, by the intensity in his eyes.

Her breath hitched.

For once, she didn’t have a clever response.

Azriel’s fingers skimmed up her arm, a featherlight touch that sent a shiver through her. His eyes were still locked onto hers, intense, unreadable, drinking her in like she was something rare, something his.

Y/N swallowed. “You—” She cleared her throat, grasping for something smug to say, something to lighten the heat pooling in her stomach. “You keep looking at me like that, and I might think you’re planning something.”

Azriel’s lips barely twitched, his only response a slow, deliberate glance down the length of her. “I’m definitely planning something.”

Mother above.

Mor, meanwhile, was enjoying this way too much. “I have never seen you look so—” she wiggled her fingers dramatically in Azriel’s direction “—feral.”

Azriel didn’t even acknowledge her.

Rhys was still grinning, arms crossed, looking like he was storing this entire moment away for blackmail later. “I have to say, I didn’t expect this today.”

Y/N scoffed. “Neither did I, to be fair.” She gestured to the decadent gown. “It was supposed to be fun, not—” She flicked her eyes back to Azriel, whose expression hadn’t softened in the slightest. “—whatever this is.”

“This,” Azriel echoed, voice quieter now, though no less intense.

Y/N arched a brow. “You don’t like it?”

Azriel huffed a breath, stepping even closer, until she could feel his warmth, until his wings partially wrapped behind her like he was shielding her from everyone. His fingers skimmed the side of her waist, grazing the delicate fabric.

“I love it,” he admitted, so quiet only she could hear. “And I hate that everyone else can see you in it.”

Oh.

Y/N’s breath caught.

Azriel’s lips tilted up slightly. “You knew this would drive me insane.”

She grinned, regaining some of her composure. “Did I?”

His fingers flexed on her waist. “You did.”

Cassian clapped his hands. “Alright, lovebirds, before you two start making out in the middle of the street—”

Y/N threw him a glare, but he only smirked.

Amren, ever the voice of reason, just sighed. “Can we go now?”

Y/N huffed, shooting one last glance at Azriel before stepping back. He let her go—reluctantly—but his shadows still curled around her ankle as if refusing to let her slip too far away.

She smirked. “If you behave, shadowsinger, maybe I’ll wear this just for you later.”

Azriel’s jaw tightened.

Cassian whistled.

Mor lost it.

And as Y/N strode past them, chin held high, she could feel Azriel’s eyes still burning into her, still tracking her every movement, still plotting ways to make her pay for this little tease.

Maybe I should keep the dress.

Y/N felt the weight of Azriel’s gaze long after she had passed him, heat crawling up her spine as she tried—tried—to keep her composure. The gown, the diadem, the makeup… it was all just supposed to be fun, something ridiculous and lighthearted. But now?

Now she was very aware of the fact that she had just paraded down the street looking like a bride, while her mate—her dangerously possessive mate—stood there looking like he was barely restraining himself from throwing her over his shoulder and flying them straight home.

Mor, still at her side, was cackling. “You’re evil for that.”

Y/N grinned. “I know.”

Cassian strolled up beside them, shaking his head. “You do realize you just gave him about a hundred new fantasies, right?”

Y/N snorted. “As if he didn’t already have them.”

Mor hummed. “True, but now? Now it’s personal.”

A shiver trailed down her spine, but before she could hink too much about it, the bridal shop representative rushed over, delighted by all the attention Y/N had drawn. “Oh, this was perfect!” The woman beamed. “You looked exquisite—so poised, so regal. And your mate—Mother above, his reaction was exactly the kind of passion we want associated with our dresses.”

Y/N barely held in a laugh. If only they knew.

The woman clapped her hands. “Would you consider modeling for us again in the future?”

Mor lost it, clutching her stomach as she doubled over in laughter.

Y/N smirked. “I’ll… think about it.”

She could feel Azriel’s shadows still lingering near her, like they refused to let her out of their sight. Good. Let him suffer a bit.

Still, as she walked back to the shop to change, she sent a whisper through the bond.

Did you enjoy the show, shadowsinger?

A pause. Then, a voice like a dark promise.

You’ll pay for that, starlight.

Y/N’s stomach flipped.

Maybe she would keep the dress.

Y/N grinned wickedly as she stepped back into the bridal shop, Mor still laughing beside her. The moment the door shut behind them, she pressed a hand to her chest, her heart hammering as Azriel’s words lingered in her mind. You’ll pay for that, starlight.

Oh, she knew that tone.

And she absolutely planned to drag it out for as long as possible.

“Did you see his face?” Mor wheezed, wiping at her eyes. “Y/N, I swear to the Mother, I have never seen him like that before. He looked like he was this close to starting a public riot.”

Y/N smirked. “I was hoping for a reaction.” She turned, admiring herself in the massive mirror. “Didn’t expect to look this good, though.”

The gown was decadent—pure white with intricate silver embroidery that shimmered under the light. It clung to her curves, cascading in elegant folds, and the diadem in her long hair only added to the illusion of royalty. She looked like she belonged in an ancient, otherworldly court, a queen stepping out of legend.

And Azriel had seen it.

Y/N felt the heat of his gaze even now, the intensity that had burned through the crowd. Her smirk deepened.

Mor nudged her. “You have to keep this dress. I mean, come on. You look like some celestial queen.”

Y/N hummed. “You just want to see Azriel suffer more.”

“Absolutely.” Mor grinned. “And so do you.”

She didn’t even bother denying it.

After a few more minutes, Y/N reluctantly stepped back into the dressing room to change. The moment she pulled the heavy gown off, she exhaled, shaking her head at herself. She had just been playing along with the whole thing, but now, a deeper thought crept in.

Marriage.

She and Azriel hadn’t talked about it, not really. But standing out there, with the entire Inner Circle watching, with him watching, the thought had settled in a way it hadn’t before.

Would she marry him?

The answer struck her as effortlessly as breathing. Of course. She was his, just as he was hers. There was no question about it.

But still, the idea of it—the reality of a ceremony, of wearing a dress like this with intention—sent an unfamiliar feeling curling in her chest.

Excitement.

A little bit of fear.

And a lot of amusement, because she knew Azriel was still reeling.

By the time she stepped out in her normal clothes again, Mor had already sent another message through the bond link. Y/N raised a brow.

Mor just winked. “You’ll see.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but when they finally stepped out of the shop, she did see.

Or rather—she felt it.

Azriel.

Leaning against the wall just outside, shadows curling around his frame, golden skin taut with restrained tension. His hazel eyes—burning—traced over her, head to toe, like he was still seeing her in that gown.

Y/N’s breath caught, but she smirked. “Came to pick me up, shadowsinger?”

His voice was dark silk. “Had to make sure you weren’t planning to run off and get married without me.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, stepping close, just enough to taunt him with her presence. “Now, where’s the fun in that?”

Azriel’s eyes flickered with something dangerous. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured,

“You will pay for that, starlight.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped. Again.

Mor stifled a laugh behind them.

Y/N just tilted her chin up, meeting his smoldering gaze with a challenge. “Looking forward to it.”

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esmeefreckles · 1 month ago

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Mirror | Alexia Putellas G!P x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

PRAISE KINK. CUM INSIDE. FINGERING.

A/N: A huge thank you to @sswed for being the best beta reader and helping me so much.

The air in the hotel room crackled, the tension palpable the moment you stepped inside. Alexia stood just beyond the threshold, a predatory glint in her brown eyes that you could make out, even behind the dark lenses of her sunglasses.

A slow, deliberate smile stretched across Alexia's lips as she reached out, her fingers hooking onto your belt loops, pulling you inexorably into the room, you had no room to argue and you weren’t sure you wanted to. The door thudded shut behind you, the click of the lock echoing the sudden thump of your heart against your ribs.

"I've been waiting to see you," Alexia murmured, her breath warm against your ear.

The husky timbre of her voice sent a shiver down your spine, and the raw heat radiating from Alexia's body was almost a tangible thing. Your gaze was helplessly drawn to those captivating brown eyes, usually so open, now shadowed yet somehow more intense behind the tinted glass.

"Your little note was... persuasive," you breathed, your own voice a little shaky.

A delicious heat bloomed in your core, spreading rapidly through your limbs. You felt Alexia's hand slide possessively from your waist down your thigh, the touch sending a jolt of pure sensation through you. She leaned closer, her lips ghosting along your jawline, each feather-light caress raising goosebumps in its wake.

“Those four little numbers held a lot of promise, didn't they?” Alexia chuckled softly, her hand now resting on your hip, holding you captive against the closed door.

Her lips then trailed a line of fire behind your ear, each touch a burn to your neck that you welcomed openly and you instinctively gripped Alexia's shoulders. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the hard ridge of Alexia's cock pressing against your abdomen, a blatant declaration of intent.

"Alexia," you managed, your voice thick with burgeoning desire, your own lips now tracing the strong line of Alexia's jaw towards her neck.

"Baby," Alexia breathed back, her hand finding the short, dark strands of your hair, her nails gently scratching against your scalp as you tilted your head, casually offering her more access to your throat.

Alexia's lips and teeth left a trail of delicate marks before returning to your mouth, claiming it in a searing kiss that stole your breath and left your knees weak. You had been wanting it all day and this, this really seals the deal for you.

"I love the taste of coffee on you," Alexia murmured against your swollen lips, a hint of a satisfied smile playing on her own.

She stepped back slightly, her hungry gaze devouring you and you felt like a lamb waiting for the lion. It’s then, for the first time since your charged encounter that morning, a wave of self-consciousness washed over you. A sudden awareness of your simple attire under Alexia's intense scrutiny. You tried to fold your arms over your chest but Alexia reached out, her hand gently smoothing down the front of your sweater.

"Don't hide from me, you're beautiful," Alexia's voice was a low, gravelly caress.

Alexia then led you deeper into the suite, offering a brief, possessive glance at the luxurious surroundings before guiding you toward the bedroom. The rich gold of the quilt contrasted beautifully with the cool blues and whites of the room, the dark mahogany furniture adding a touch of decadent elegance.

Your breath hitched slightly as your eyes drifted upwards, catching the reflections in the mirrored panels on the ceiling. The surprised, perhaps slightly scandalized, expression on your face made Alexia's lips twitch with amusement.

"Never been in a room like this before?" Alexia whispered, her body pressing intimately against your back, the hard length against your lower spine leaving no doubt about her arousal.

Alexia’s hands settled on your hips, pulling you closer as her mouth trailed kisses down your neck. You could only nod, swallowing hard, every nerve ending in your body singing with a potent mix of anticipation and nerves at the thought of being watched.

"The thought excites you," Alexia murmured against your shoulder before turning to face you.

Agile fingers danced along your sides, finding the zipper at the back of your dress and slowly pulling it down. Alexia's smile widened as her hand slid over your bare back, noting the absence of a bra. A questioning eyebrow arched.

"It felt... right... to be... sexy today," you managed, your eyes flicking to Alexia's lips, the undeniable urge to taste them again rising within you.

You unconsciously licked your own lips, pressing slightly against Alexia. Whether Alexia's answering hum was a reaction to your words or the subtle friction, you couldn't tell, but the sound only fueled your own desire.

Then with a soft rustle, the dress pooled at your feet and you took a step back, your gaze never leaving Alexia's as you moved towards the bed, revealing the strip of black lace of your garter belt and the dark stockings that hugged your thighs.

"I could get very used to this view," Alexia murmured, her eyes tracing the lines of your body as she sat on the edge of the bed.

A newfound confidence radiated from you, evident in the deliberate parting of your legs and the suggestive flick of your finger toward your own damp heat. You watched as Alexia swiftly pulled her sweater over her head and loosened her tie, tossing both aside before untucking her white shirt, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her defined abdomen. As Alexia worked on the buttons, her own hand slipped between your legs, her fingers teasing the swollen nub, her eyes smoldering with undisguised lust, your core already slick with need.

“You're a visual person, aren't you? These mirrors should be quite... accommodating," Alexia's voice was a low purr, her gaze fixed on the rhythmic movements of your fingers.

The discarded shirt joined the other clothes, and then Alexia was quickly undoing her own belt and pants, kicking them aside before kneeling before you.

A flush crept up your neck, your gaze momentarily dropping from Alexia's intense stare, but Alexia simply smiled, a knowing, possessive curve of her lips, before leaning forward and licking a slow, wet path down your inner thigh.

Her own fingers then parted your folds, taking over the exploration, her thumb finding and expertly circling your clit. You gasped, your head falling back as Alexia's tongue dipped inside, bold and confident, while her other fingers stretched you open.

When you finally dared to lift your gaze to the mirrors, the sight that greeted you was breathtaking. You still couldn't quite meet your own eyes, but Alexia's reflection was more than enough to make your legs tremble and widen further. The play of muscles across Alexia's broad shoulders and back as she leaned in, the curve of her toned ass, it was a vision of raw, potent desire.

The appreciative gaze was shattered by a sudden feeling of fullness as Alexia slid two fingers deep inside your slick heat, moving them with a practiced rhythm that sent shivers through you. Alexia's lips then closed over your clit, her tongue a flicking, sucking torment that made you cry out, your hands tangling in Alexia's blonde hair, pulling her closer, your body aching for release.

Alexia obliged, adding a third finger, stretching you wider as she continued her relentless assault, the burning pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your belly until it finally erupted in a shuddering climax that gripped your body.

Alexia didn't allow you any respite, her lips mapping a trail down your thighs and stomach, her attention then shifting to your breasts, lavishing the same intense focus on each taut nipple while her fingers continued their rhythmic dance inside you, igniting another wave of exquisite sensation.

Barely had you descended from that second peak when Alexia claimed your mouth in a scorching kiss, her fingers now tracing lazy circles around your still-sensitive clit before cupping your face, pulling back to offer a small, knowing smile. It was then that without hesitation, you took all three of Alexia's fingers, slick with your own release into your mouth, sucking on them with a soft hum, your eyes locked with Alexia's, deliberately avoiding your own reflection, a thrill coursing through you at the sheer naughtiness of the act.

"Such a good girl," Alexia chuckled softly, shifting her weight to hover over you, the hard tip of her cock brushing against your inner thigh, leaving a damp trail of her own arousal. You released Alexia's fingers, your hips instinctively lifting slightly off the bed.

"Just fuck me already," you gasped, your fingers reaching out to grip Alexia's hips, digging into the firm muscle.

Your impatient plea elicited a low growl from Alexia, who grasped your hips roughly, aligning herself before plunging into you's slick heat, a guttural moan escaping her lips at the feeling of your tight embrace.

"Open your eyes," Alexia whispered, kneeling between your legs and lifting them, placing your ankles on her shoulders, raising your ass high, just inches from the mattress.

Then, she began to thrust, her lips pressing soft kisses to your ankles, her hips maintaining a steady, relentless rhythm. The thick length of Alexia’s cock stretched you deliciously, each deep stroke brushing against your inner walls, making your hands clench the sheets.You forced your gaze to the mirror, the image reflected there was a potent cocktail of lust and vulnerability.

Each thrust sent a jolt of pure sensation through your body moving in sync with Alexia's. Your heavy breasts bounced, the sensitive nipples aching for attention, you reached down, cupping their fullness, your fingers teasing the hard peaks until you were panting, on the precipice once more.

You risked a glance at Alexia: her head was bowed, her gaze fixed on your joined bodies, one hand now moving so her thumb could circle the swollen knot at your entrance, sending you spiraling towards another climax. This time, Alexia joined you, her hips buckling with a sudden, powerful surge as Alexia spilled her seed deep inside you.

It took a few moments before Alexia finally withdrew, collapsing sideways beside you, her fingers tracing small, soothing patterns on your shoulder.

"Damn," you managed, your eyes still closed, your body still humming with the aftershocks.

"Was that a good fuck?" Alexia asked, a hint of a satisfied smile in her voice.

"Yes, you idiot," you laughed softly, turning to Alexia, your hand resting on her cheek.

"So, can we do this again?" Alexia asked, covering your hand with her own.

“Well, we don't need a hotel next time. We can simply do this in our own home.”

“I thought all this... strange thing was fun,” Alexia teased, moving closer and pulling you into her arms.

"It was the wait for you that made me harder than sin."

You laughed, snuggling into Alexia's embrace, your fingers tracing the cool metal of the ring on Alexia's finger.

"Well, we have a list, and we've already ticked off 'strange hotel encounter.' I'm rather intrigued by 'voyeur.'"

"Of course. Now, how about we try out that amazing whirlpool bathtub in this room?" Alexia suggested, as a mischievous glint returned to her eyes.

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saturns-smut · 6 days ago

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Spotted In The Crowd (Miyeon, i-dle)

Pairing: Miyeon x Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: The princess of K-pop spots you in the concert crowd and immediately knows she has to have you.

Tags: Idol x Fan, Lingerie, Boob Play, Penetration, Oral Sex, Deep Throating, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Begging & Squirting.

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: I don’t really like this if I’m being honest. So please tell me any feedback or advice you may have, I’d really appreciate it. This was a request by anon, so I hope you like it! If you liked reading this, please like, comment, reblog or follow to help a small writer!

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Miyeon and her group performed their latest songs with energy and dedication. The corners of her mouth moved into a flirty smirk and her hips persuaded all fans in the audience to stare at her shamelessly.

Miyeon has been your bias ever since (G)I-DLE debuted. You loved her. Her eyes. Her nose. Her lips. Her reactions. Her waist. Her tits. Her ass.

At the end of the concert, you stayed back a bit to soak it all in. But a short woman approached you.

“Excuse me? You need to come with me.” She said, showing you her staff wristband.

“What? Did I do something?” You asked worriedly. “No, you didn’t. Miss Cho Miyeon wants to see you.”

This could not be real. The Miyeon? Your ultimate Miyeon? It has to a joke.

“I’m not joking. We should hurry, she doesn't like waiting.” She said, grabbing your arm and taking you to the staff reserved area. Scanning her wristband and walking in, receiving some weird looks from her coworkers, to which she just responded by mouthing ‘For Miyeon’ to them. That seemed to make it.

She guided you to a room, unlocking the door and handing you the keys. “Miss Miyeon is waiting for you inside. Lock the door once you get in so nobody walks in. Oh and a piece of advice, Miss doesn’t get tired easily.” She informed you and you nodded. This was really happening. Like those stories you read.

You opened the door carefully, locking the door behind you without even looking at the room properly. When you turned around, there was Miyeon. Laying in the small bed wearing only a baby pink lingerie set that barely covered anything.

Its form was made by tiny, thin straps and only had lace to cover her nipples and her pussy. The lace gave an innocent illusion, though nothing there was innocent at all.

“Are you gonna say anything or just stare?” Her voice, giggling, broke your train of thoughts and you didn’t know what to say. “Um… hi?” You tried.

More of her cute giggles echoed through the room. “Hi, baby boy. You like what you see?”

“Uh… Fuck— Um, yes.” You said, taking a moment to scan the room. The small bed Miyeon was laying at, a table which you thought was for make-up, considering the beauty items and the led mirror. Also a clothing rack that included her stage outfits, a black lingerie set, and casual clothes. Next to the bed, a small nightstand with its drawer opened, which let you see the variety of sex toys in it. You widened your eyes.

Miyeon smiled at your reaction. “Come on, come sit with me.” She pat the space beside her and you walked over sitting down.

The woman climbed quickly into your lap, her tits right in front of you while she hadn’t settled yet. Your hand instantly went to her waist, squeezing out of instinct. She wrapped her arms around your neck.

“So… You caught my eye at the crowd… And I saw you couldn’t stop staring at me. So I figured you should be the lucky one I invited backstage tonight.”

“You do this every concert?” You asked curious.

“Not exactly. It depends. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is right now.” She said, leaning in so her chest was closer to you. One wrong move and the fabric could slip off and show you everything. “Take it off me, please.”

And you did. Unclasped the bra teasingly slow. “Play with my tits, please, daddy.”

And you did. Sucked her left nipple while fondling her right breast. Then switched while taking off her panties.

Miyeon had met a few guys that were this confident with her. And when she saw you enter the one? She thought you would be one of the shy, sweet innocent ones. She regrets thinking that.

Your free hand slipped between her legs, feeling the wetness and spreading all over her pussy and inner thighs. She loved it.

“You’re gross.” You whispered while pinching her clit. “Bringing random guys here just to let them fuck you. Gross.”

“Yes! Yes I am, daddy! Your nasty girl!” She cried out.

Miyeon’s breaths were uneven, even if you hadn’t even gotten yourself inside her yet. She was sensitive. For some reason, especially with you.

You entered her welcoming hole with two fingers, speedily moving them, making the woman moan out loud.

“Your cock! Need your cock inside me!” She begged. I mean, you’re just a man. Miyeon begged and she had what she asked for.

Hurriedly, you took off your pants and boxers, fondling with the zipper and having her help you.

You flipped her in the bed, laying her down. You held yourself up with one hand on the bed next to her hair, while the other hand lined up your member with her entrance, bottoming out her inside her clenching pussy.

“Oh gosh! Oh my God! Daddy! You’re so big!”

“Yeah? Daddy’s deep inside you?” You groaned into her ear, never slowing down your thrusts into her cunt.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, daddy! Daddy! Gonna cum!” Miyeon screamed, her back arching off the mattress.

“Daddy’s gonna cum too, baby. You’re so tight. Been fucked so much and you’re still tight. Cum for me, Miyeon. Come on.”

The idol in front of you followed your directions and reached her peak with a loud, very porn-like moan. You quickly pulled out, also cumming but in her stomach, painting her beautiful body with your own release.

“Come on, pretty girl. How ‘bout you get on your knees and make me feel even better? Get me deep in that throat?” You suggested.

Miyeon was quick to get into her knees on the floor, looking at you with those eyes. A need to obey and satisfy her daddy.

The woman wet her lips before leaning in to lick your whole length, pressing a small kiss to the tip. She wasted no time to completely dive in, taking all of your cock in her mouth and throat.

You pulled her hair, controlling her head. Miyeon bobbed her head up and down, taking you deep in her throat just as requested.

She pulled out briefly, just to have her sweet, faux-innocent voice ask you if you were close. You nodded, letting out a groan and pushing her head to continue sucking you off.

After a few more thrusts, you came once again, this time in her mouth. Miyeon swallowed all of it, opening her mouth at the end to show you. “Was I good, daddy?” She asked, words so sweet and innocent considering the not-so-sweet-and-innocent act she had just finished.

“So good, baby. Deserve a reward, okay? Lay back on your back for daddy.” You instructed.

Miyeon followed obediently and you made yourself comfortable between her spread open legs.

You leaned in, placing a kiss to her inner thigh, which was wet from your combined juices. She breathed harder at the sensation of your warm breath against her.

Your flattened tongue licking her cunt from her used hole to her clit made her moan out. Oh, such pretty moans. You could get used to them. Waking up to them. Living with them.

“Daddy!! Don’t stop!! Just like that!! Cumming!!! Ah, ah, ah! Gonna cum!” She screamed out.

Then she came, juices wetting your chest and her whole body. “You squirt, baby?”

“I— I didn’t know I could do that.” She said.

“Well, now you do.” You said, kissing her lips and laying down with Miyeon.

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bueckersbitch · 6 months ago

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wildest dreams - paige bueckers x reader

୨୧ warnings : sexual content

୨୧ word count : 2.4k

୨୧ authors note : hi guysssss, that photo of p on the middle was taken today and it had me thinking…

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“Chen to Bueckers, aaaaaand, it’s good!” Time froze, your hands dropped to your sides as you watched your defender walk head down to the opposing side. Everything you and the team had been working so hard for the past season, had come to a close. “The Uconn Huskies are your 2025 NCAA national champions! Bueckers will end her collegiate career with a title under her belt!” Echoed from the commentators table, “What a season from Bueckers, am I right? Amazing to witness history in real time, this team has worked through so much. I know Bueckers will be greatly missed at Uconn.” Tears started to well in your eyes as you crossed the court, putting one foot in front of the other mindlessly, the floor slightly slippery as you crashed into Paige. Throwing your arms around her. A sense of pride filled you as you laughed into her shoulder, whispering, “You really did it baby, everything you worked so hard for, those nights you prayed that God would guide our team in the right direction, those early mornings we got up to train, it all paid off.”

Paige’s arms engulfed you, arms tight around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder, “Couldn’t have done it without you ma.” Confetti starts to fall, the blue and white falling around you two, screaming of the arena silenced with noises of soft cries from you and Paige. Still, you heard the commentators, “And there's Paige and y/n, the two of them obviously very close after time at Uconn, while Bueckers declared, y/n chose to stay another year following her acl injury last season. Great teammates who had each other through it all, amazing basketball iq’s that may not play together again in the WNBA.”

There it was, the one thing you had been avoiding, Paige leaving you. Conversation arose when you chose to stay another year at Uconn. Paige was adamant that this would be her last year, and with that, she had something to prove. Not to others, but to herself. Pressure was put on her immediately from the media, talking about how all the greats that have passed through Uconn have gotten one or more national championships. If there was one thing about Paige, it was that she hated losing. You, on the other hand, had considered declaring, but something felt wrong, hurling yourself into a new environment when you hadn’t really been given the opportunity to fully explore this one. Paige was your rock. She was there for all of it. You sometimes thought she knew you better than you knew yourself. But when the time came, you chose to stay.

You pulled away from each other, noses and foreheads stuck together for a brief moment as you both smiled, “Can’t fathom that you’re leaving me, going to the big league, huh?” You said, Paige’s smile quickly fell from her face, her arm wrapped around your shoulder, she kissed the crown of your head. “We don’t gotta think about that right now, look at where we are, where God led us.” You let out a grunt, startled as Morgan jumped onto your back, laughing, “My twin! You really did that!” Morgan had been your roommate this year, and with that, your best friend. You took the young girl under your wing, personalities mirroring each other perfectly. She was one of the reasons why you found yourself yearning to stay another year. Shedding her from your back, you hugged her, ruffling her head lovingly.

“Alright! We have Bueckers, y/l/n, and Chen for the presser!” You took your seat in the middle of Paige and Kaitlyn. Eyes from the crowd focused on you, phones out at the ready to tweet your guys’ responses. Questions flowed like water from the interviewers in front of you, seated in rows, raising their hands when talking. Paige answered most of them, excitement exuding from her. You admired her, how the light in her eyes had returned as opposed to the hard times she went through when she was injured.

“Y/n, I wanted to ask you about your time with Paige on this team, obviously, the two of you have been attached at the hip, more so this season. What has that been like?” You clear your throat, sitting up straight as Paige and Kaitlyn both turn to look at you. “Well, Paige is the type of person you really only come across once in your life. She gave me faith, in myself, in our team. And I mean, on the court, her confidence, ability to assess the court, and make plays has been something that has directly resulted in us being able to be seated here today. Off the court, she’s reliable, I don’t think there’s a single time where she hasn’t given amazing advice to all of us. She uplifted me while I was out for injury, sometimes when it got hard, like when I felt like it was unrealistic for me to even play again, she sat me down, and we talked for the entire night, how she had felt the same when she was out, how she yearned to be back on the court, how each day felt two times longer than the last. But yeah, I can’t believe she’s leaving me, it feels like just yesterday we were going through our playlists trying to pick out our first night walk out song.”

You sniffled, the ball in your throat growing larger as you carried on, glancing over at Paige when the time was right. The interviewer following up with, “Paige, how do you feel about having to leave not just y/n, but your whole team here at Uconn?” Paige brings her hand to her face, rubbing her chin, leaning on the table, “Y’know, I feel like it’s the same as last year, our loss to Iowa, there’s gonna be tears regardless of if we won or lost, because yeah, it's surreal having to imagine that a time where I can’t walk over to y/n’s apartment, or team nights in each others rooms is right around the corner. I know everyone is in good hands though, especially with y/n being the old head next season.” You scoffed, shoving her shoulder.

Stepping out into the Tampa humidity, your tracksuit immediately becomes uncomfortable, a shower after the presser left you here, outside with Paige. “We fuckin’ did it.” Paige points to a screen, you look up at the building, eyes widening. Screen bright with “Uconn Huskies, NCAA Women’s Basketball Champions.” Husky in the center of the screen, confetti graphics around it. Your arms crossed, but your mind was at ease after the historic season behind you. “Yeah, we really did huh?” Paige shook her head in disbelief, grabbing your hand and walking you over to the car you guys had rented out for the trip. She opened your door for you, hopping in the driver's seat to drive you guys back to your hotel.

As soon as you guys got to the elevator, it was game over. The whole ride back, Paige’s hand found comfort on your thigh, softly toying a little too close to your core. Paige eagerly pushed the elevator button, grabbing your waist to pull you in. Her lips parting before shoving your hair over your shoulder, granting her access to your neck, sucking right below your ear. Your mouth parted as you let out soft hums, left hand reaching up and into her hair, while the other gripped her bicep. The muscle flexing, feeling like it could burst right through her tech’s sleeve. Somewhere along the way, her hand had found its way to your ass, kneading it while using it as a way to pull you in closer to her. Elevator dinging as you guys reached the floor you were staying on.

Urging Paige to your room, you made her detach from your neck, to your dismay. She followed you like a lost puppy, sneakily kissing your shoulder whenever she got the chance. You tapped your card to your room, shoving the door open as soon as it blinked green, dragging Paige in with you. You gasped as Paige shoved you against the door, pressing her leg in between your legs, resuming her action of leaving marks on your neck. Her hands unzipped your jacket, dragging it off your frame, guiding your arms around her shoulders. She ground you onto her thigh, and if your senses weren’t heightened by the blonde in front of you, you would’ve missed the “So proud of you baby.” that escaped from her pink lips. However, you longed for more, the kisses not helping with relieving the ache in between your legs, “Paige please, nmph, need you.” Paige pulled away, putting her hands on either side of your head, having her arms caging you in, “Yeah? Y’gonna show me how bad ma?” You move one of her arms, slipping away and towards the bed, you undress yourself, leaving you in a navy blue bra and underwear set, hooking your hands together behind you, slightly pushing your tits out. A lovesick face took over Paige’s features, “Fuck, we win like that, and my girl looks like this?” You nod, “Gotta give you the best, 31 points P? You have no idea how bad I was holding back in the locker room.” Smiling, you pull her by her sleeve, toying with the ties of her sweatpants. Silently asking if it was okay to undress her. She nods, and you start getting rid of the clothing, pulling her white tee up over her head, exposing her pink nipples to you, peaked from the antics between you two. You kept her boxers on, black waistband ending below her stomach. You ran your fingers over it, feeling the hardness of it.

She had you on her lap, your back flush against her chest, she was sat against the headboard. Her arm was snuggly wrapped around your throat, bicep pulling you backwards so your face was beside hers. Paige’s free hand unclasped your bra, the arm that was around your throat was the one she simultaneously used to pinch your nipple, you felt it hardening from the stimulation. “So pretty baby, imma get you right for those 25 points, yeah?” she whispered, kissing the side of your face after. “Mmm please, want that so badly.” You said. Paige snuck her hand down to your core, middle finger running through your slit over your underwear, circling your clit slowly, teasing you. Your hips bucked up at the motion, the throbbing from your cunt evident now, you shut your eyes tight, begging, “Please P, I did so good for you.” Referring to the way you played. Paige continued her ministrations on your pussy through your underwear, whispering directly into your ear, “Poor baby, I’m sorry, jus’ look so pretty for me, like this.” She quickly gives in though, peeling your underwear down to your knees, you shoved them off the rest of the way. Her arm quickly found its way back around your throat, she moved her hand assertively, touching your inner thighs. Her fingers swipe quickly through your soaked slit, accumulating slick, using it to circle your clit. She moves down, pushing two fingers in you to the hilt, curling upwards and into the spot that turns your brain fuzzy. “Yeah ma, take that shit.” You respond with a moan, leaning your head back onto her shoulder, “Paigeeeeee, f-feels so good baby.” You manage to get out, Paige repeatedly switches between pushing into you and rubbing your clit. You’re close, and Paige knows you, so she knows you’re close too. As you teeter the brink of release, she pulls away, biting your ear as she does so. She unhooks your arm from around your neck, and you whine frustrated with the lack of release. Paige loved having you this way, needy, and her in control of when you released.

Paige’s hands engulfed your waist, moving you off her lap, you turned around, finding her shoving off her boxers. She looks at you with glazed blue eyes, “So fine ma, got me soaked.” She spread her legs, the soft glow of the hotel lamp showing the abundance of wetness between her legs. “Wan’ you to ride me, need that shit right on me.” She took your hands in hers. You hooked your right leg over her left, and your left under her right, shoving your slicked cores together. You both moan with satisfaction, letting out whines while Paige groans at the feeling. Her hands find home on your waist, and yours grip her biceps, arm not fitting into your palm. You grind faster onto her, the wetness between you two aiding you to do so. Your clits align with each other, sending relief throughout you, causing you to moan, loud. “Fuck, Paige.” you call out, keeping that same angle to where your clits are aligned. Paige’s mouth is open now, pink lips swollen, eyes fixated on where your cores meet. “Yeah, ma. Y’gonna gimmie that cum?” You nod, willing to do anything to get her to release. “Listen to that shit, all for me huh? Pretty pussy’s all mine?” Your eyes close, and you hear yourself gushing, wet sounds coming from the both of you, the “silence” gives you time to find words before you can say, “Yeah P, baby it’s all yours.” Paige hums with approval, noticing you close to release again, “Ma? Wanna feel that shit gushing on me.” You gasp, her downright dirty words fueling the feeling in your abdomen, “Gonna cum for you P, promise.” You keep grinding, digging into her arms. Then you feel it, your climax taking over, squirming against her. “Ohhhhh fuck baby.” Paige gets out, still chasing her climax. You whine, overstimulation quickly taking over the pleasure, but as you look up, you realize Paige yearning for her release, so you keep grinding. You bring your hands to her nipples, pulling on them. She grips your waist tighter, guiding your pussy onto hers. Combined stimulation between her pussy and nipples makes her cum, “Yeah ma, gonna give that shit to you, fuck.” Her words make you cum along with her, holding each other as you both ride out your highs.

You eventually open your eyes, finding yourself face to face with Paige, laying down. Her hand strokes your cheek, “Can’t go without you ma, gonna use all my flight points to fly you out to Dallas.” She promises, and you smile, because you know you can’t go without her either.

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mggslover · 28 days ago

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ONE MORE — emily prentiss

In which a night full of teasing results in you finally getting your way — at least, on Emily’s terms.

genre smut (18+) cw established relationship, alcohol consumption, semi public sex, reader being a whiny needy brat, edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia, vibrator, multiple o’s, tit play, clit slapping, oral (r receiving and giving), fingering (r receiving) wc 5,4k a/n my first wlw fic! this was honestly so healing to write which sounds wild considering it’s pure porn lol. i’m always super nervous writing for a new character, so let me know if you enjoyed this and if you’d like seeing more emily in the future!

Ambient lights colored the space of the bar Emily guided you into. A beat of music was playing in the background; the rhythm of the song vibrated through your chest, and the thumping of the bass matched the exhilarated pounding of your heartbeat. Looking around, you were quick to find JJ and Penelope. They were sitting at a booth in the corner of the bar, drinks in hand like they usually did during a BAU’s girls night.

Emily’s palm felt clammy in yours as she led you through the crowd of sweaty bodies that had already found their way onto the dancefloor. It was a comforting grasp that grounded you until you reached the booth.

“Where were you two?” JJ calls out over the music. “I thought we planned to be here forty minutes ago.”

Forty minutes is a long time to wait, and you made a mental note to buy them a round later as an apology, although JJ’s smirk told you that she didn’t mind that much.

“We’re fashionably late,” Emily teased, sliding into the booth and pulling you beside her. Her fingers stayed intertwined with yours as she rested them comfortably on your lap.

Your mind wandered to why you had been fashionably late…

-`♡´-

Just an hour ago, you and Emily had been getting ready for tonight. Emily was taking her hair out of curlers, and you sat behind your vanity, the bulbs of light catching the red of your lips as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup.

“I like that shade,” Emily purred, slowly walking up to you from across the bedroom. Her eyes focused on your stained lips as she lazily wrapped her arms around your neck.

You smiled as you met her gaze in the mirror, the white of your teeth bringing an even nicer contrast to the red hue of your lips. “Of course you do, it’s your lipstick.”

“You little thief,” she mockingly scoffed, fingers grazing the bare skin of your shoulders, slowly inching down to brush over your arms. Her mouth hovered over the curve of your neck as she leaned down. “It looks even better on you.”

Turning your head to look at her, you took in the dark, loose curls that framed her face and the fitted black dress that melted onto her curves. Your gaze lingered on her soft cleavage before blinking back up. “You should put some on as well, it fits with your outfit.”

In feather-light strokes, Emily’s fingertips trailed up your arms again, not stopping until she had your chin cupped between her thumb and pointer finger.

“Come here, then,” she breathed out, and before you could answer, her soft lips were on yours.

It was a gentle, sweet kiss, yet still passionate, like everything with Emily is. Chapped lips pressed together with a satisfied hum that she swallowed gratefully. It was only after several seconds that you broke the contact.

Pulling back, you admired the transfer of lipstick; her lips glossing in color. A chuckle escaped you when you saw some excess red on the corner of her mouth. “Could’ve predicted that,” you mutter, reaching out to wipe it away with your thumb.

“It won’t come off like that.” She commented. “You need something wet.”

Before you had the chance to grab some makeup wipes from your vanity, Emily’s thumb was pressed against your bottom lip, caressing the plump skin in permission. Without question you had parted your lips, obediently wrapping your lips around the digit and releasing a small sound as you habitually swirled your tongue around.

“That’s a good girl,” she groaned, irises darkening at your act.

A disappointed whimper escaped you when she pulled her thumb free with a pop. She leaned over, glancing at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed the smudge away — your eyes never leaving her as you took fleeting glances at her figure.

The skin stayed a little pinkish, but the vibrant red spot was gone. What wasn’t gone, however, was the excited tingle that had started to simmer low in your stomach, slowly spreading through the rest of your body as you continued watching her.

Craving more, you placed your palms on the sides of her upper legs, moving them up to her hips and then back now. The thin fabric of her dress allowed you to feel the heat that started to radiate off of her thighs.

With your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth, your hands roamed over to her ass, moaning when you squeezed at her curves.

Emily’s hands cover yours, but instead of urging you to squeeze the flesh again, she gently tugs them away from her body.

“What did you do that for?” You pouted.

She responded with a chuckle, “We have plans, remember?”

Your arms lock over her backside anyway, pulling her into you as you rest your head against her stomach. “Since when do you care about being a little late?”

Her hands slide over your hair, smoothing the loose strands into place. “We can never be a little late when it comes to you.”

“I can come fast, I promise,” you whisper pleadingly, looking up at her with your best puppy eyes. Your finger traces the covered skin of her hip. “You got me all worked up. I’ll be fast.”

For a moment you could see the briefest flicker of temptation glimmer in her eyes, but with a blink it was gone. “Once we’re back,” she promised.

-`♡´-

“Lucky for you,” Penelope chirped excitedly, “we know your orders from the back of our heads.” She finished her sentence by sliding your and Emily’s go-to drinks over the table.

Emily grinned, bringing the glass to her lips. “You are the best, Pen.”

You toyed with the funky straw in yours, your mind too preoccupied by the beautiful woman that sat next to you to take a sip. You watched Emily in awe as her red lips closed around the rim of the glass and how she tilted her head back to take a sip, exposing the skin of her neck. Her lips were coated in a layer of sweet liquor as she placed the glass back down with a clink.

Emily seemed to have caught on to your stares, smirking to herself as she let her fingers slip beneath the edge of your skirt. The sensation of her warm fingertips sends butterflies straight to your core. “You’re gonna drink that?”

Your mouth opens to respond, but you quickly close it when she kneads the flesh of your upper thigh. “Y-yeah,” you gulp, swallowing the moan that’s threatening to escape.

Not paying attention to the smirks of JJ and Garcia, you pick up your drink and down the contents of the glass faster than you usually would.

“It’s not a shot, chérie,” Emily grins.

Damn it, Emily.

Calling you pet names, especially French ones, wasn’t fair. She knew the effect they had on you, and by the cocky tilt of her head and the smug sparkle in her eyes, you could tell that this was her plan all along.

Suddenly, you stood up from your seat. The glasses on the table rattled from your abrupt movement. You had to get out of her proximity; the heat that was enveloping your body was getting too much. Albeit to leave to the dancefloor where you’d be surrounded by warm bodies.

“Penelope,” you state determinedly, handing out your palm for her to take. “Let’s dance.”

-`♡´-

Dancing was a welcome distraction. You spun Penelope around in circles and filled the bar with your easy laughter.

Emily’s yearning eyes stayed focused on you from across the room. You could sense her following your every move: every wave of your arm and every sway of your hips. It only encourages you to move more sensually, to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Not long after, she and JJ joined you on the dance floor. You didn’t feel jealousy when her fingers ghosted over JJ’s frame or when she leaned in to whisper something in her ear, making JJ throw her head back in giggles. You felt rather intrigued by it, actually.

Watching them felt like watching a version of yourself from the sidelines, aware of the deep scent of her perfume, of the way her hair would feel as it tickled against your face — JJ’s face.

Emily observed you too, and it felt almost like it was just the two of you in the room — the music and chatter of others fading to the background in a blur. The moment was only broken when she exchanged some words with JJ, then walked off of the dancefloor, her figure disappearing into the bathroom.

“So… Are you gonna do something?”

You frown at Penelope, straining your ears to make sure you’ve heard her right. “Do what?”

She gives you a look that’s usually reserved for Reid, her eyes narrowing and her forehead creased as if you’d just said the most oblivious thing on earth.

“Uh, your super sexy hot girlfriend has been eyeing you all night and then went to the bathroom,” she waves behind her, in the direction of where Emily disappeared.

“You mean… she wants me to follow her?”

“Duh!” She responds with an exasperated sigh.

Emily liked to tease you in public, that much she made clear tonight. But she wasn’t the type to do anything scandalous, saving that for when you’re in private. Still, you couldn’t help but be curious if this was all part of her calculated plan.

“Okay then,” you nod, straightening your posture to appear more confident, brushing the giggly excitement that bubbles in your chest aside.

Penelope let out a thrilled shriek, holding you by your shoulders as she playfully pushed you in the direction you were headed. Get yourself a friend that is this supportive of the prospect of you hooking up with her other friend in a public bathroom.

Breathing your nerves away, you pull the door handle down, entering the bathroom. For a second you believed that you had misunderstood. That you — Penelope — had read her signals wrong, for you could not see her. But then she appeared from around the corner, familiar hands immediately finding your face and pulling you into a deep kiss.

You moaned loudly into her mouth, holding her tight as if scared she’d leave you wanting for more like she had earlier.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” She stated in a low murmur, enticing another sound from you. She used the opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth, meeting yours in a firm haste.

There was no sweetness in the kiss this time around, just raw, passionate need. The only sweetness you could taste was the hint of lipstick that your tongue slid against.

“Been teasing me all night,” she groaned against your mouth.

“Me?” you exclaim in a high-pitched scoff. “You’ve been driving me crazy since before we even left the house.”

Her eyes flicked over your face, her cheeks heating. “Is that so?”

It was adorable that the most attractive woman to grace the earth even needed confirmation. You chuckled. “Yes, Emily,” you affirmed. “God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

The words needed to fill the air, make a statement of themself, for you to gain the courage to speak your next offer. “You can check.”

The tips of her ears turned maroon, almost matching her red lips. The noise she made was unlike her desperate groans, it was the cutest little whine that would make your panties wet in an instant if they weren’t already.

Carefully, Emily backed you into the wall. The cool stone tiles were a pleasant welcome to the heat that was coursing through you. One of her hands was holding you in place, while the other brushed up the bare skin of your knee, inching closer to the seam of your skirt.

“So, you’re telling me…” Her eyebrow raised in a playful question, fingertips burning on your thighs, “That if I bunch this skirt up, I’ll find you all wet?”

You vehemently nod your head. It might seem like you’re lying: skin heating up, throat growing dry, not able to find words. But they’re all signs of how turned on you are. And there is no doubt in your mind that Emily will find you soaking through your underwear.

To confirm your suspicions, she skillfully bunches up your skirt. The cold bathroom air tingles your legs and the sliver of stomach that is now exposed, but you’re back to burning when Emily’s palms kiss your skin.

Her thumb and pointer finger hook into the waistband of your panties, but instead of pulling them down, she tugs the fabric up so that it wedges in between your puffy folds.

“Ah!”

Instantly your hands grip her shoulders, clawing your fingers into her lightly covered skin. Your face is etched in a mixture of confusion and pleasurable pain, and Emily divides her attention between observing your reaction and the way your pussy is clenching around the air.

“Hm,” she hums, licking her lips as she finally pulls the soaked layer of fabric aside, exposing you. “Very wet indeed.”

You roll your hips forward, begging for more.

To your relief, she leans in, lips brushing your neck and moving up to graze your earlobe. “Want me to take care of this needy pussy?”

Another whimpery moan. “Please, Emily. I need you, I need you—“

She shuts you up by pressing her lips to your neck, sucking feverishly, and at the same time reaching out to cup your heat. You arch your neck, hair sliding against the tiled wall as you let the pleasure envelop you.

She uses her knees to spread your legs further apart, while you continue to hold onto her shoulders, needing the support for your trembling, fawn legs.

With the flat of her fingers, Emily gives firm slaps to your swollen little clit, it aching under her touch.

Your eyes shut as you moan out, “God, so good.”

“I need you to be quiet for me, chérie. Still in public, remember?” Her words feel warm and tingly against the sensitive spot on your neck she had just left a hickey on.

“I’ll be quiet,” you confirm. Whether she believed you was another story, but it didn’t stop her from rubbing her hand up and down your folds, warming you up and spreading your slick sweetness around.

Your body still trembled, but slowly you got used to the sensations; Emily kept a steady rhythm. You let your hands fall from her shoulders to her breasts, gripping handfuls, groaning when you felt her peaked nipples stiffen through the fabric.

“You’re so fucking sexy in this dress, Em.”

“Just in this dress?” She teasingly smirked, sliding a finger through your folds.

A giggle leaves your lips. “Even sexier when you take it off.”

To prove your point, you hook your finger in the low cut of her dress, tugging the soft black fabric down to reveal more of her cleavage. With ease, your hand slides in, cupping her breast.

And she wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck.

More turned on than you could imagine, you desperately buck your hips up against her hand, rolling her peaked nipple between your fingers in the same way she did with the aching pearl in between your thighs.

Emily pulls her hand back from your heat. “I think we need these a bit wetter before I fuck you,” she teasingly grins, showing off her fingers that were already wet as they glistened in your slick.

Out of reflex, you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out as you looked up at her with hooded eyes. But instead of using you, she coated her own kiss-swollen lips with her fingers before slipping the digits inside.

She was going to be the death of you one day; you were sure of it. With her mouth open you could see the way her pink tongue swirled around, lapping up all of your juices and humming like there was no sweeter kind of dessert.

So entranced in her ministrations, you only got out of your daze when her hand wrapped around your thigh, pulling the weight up until your leg was hooked around her waist.

“Oh,” you moan when her two fingers push against your cunt, giving little resistance as you feel her entering.

The loud knocking of wood makes you jump up, Emily’s fingers slipping out of you as smoothly as they entered.

“I swear to God,” Emily muttered when the knocking continued.

“Hello! Is someone in there?” The high-pitched sound of a woman, more like a girl, calls from the other side of the wall. “I need to pee!”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you await Emily’s reaction. She’s best to take the lead in this, as you’re known to be shorter-tempered.

Emily glances in the mirror behind you, fixing her top and patting some loose strands of hair down. Your bottom lip turns down in a sad frown, already knowing what time it is.

A cry leaves your throat, hands immediately locking around her wrist. “Don’t go!”

Emily turns her head, her eyes fleeting over your state until she realizes your cry was one out of pure desperation.

“I need to come, Em!” You beg. “Please, just— I’ll be quick. I told you I’ll be quick.”

Emily raises her eyebrow. “There’s someone standing outside banging on the door,” to emphasize, she added, “who will probably piss her pants if we don’t leave right now.”

“I don’t care!” You huffed out in exasperation.

You truly were no better than the young woman waiting outside (who’s probably more drunk than you are and needs to pee, so she has a valid reason to whine), but still you begged as you tried placing her hand back to where it was. Where it should be. “She can hold on a little longer. I can’t, Emily.”

But Emily didn’t budge. Instead, she gave you a chaste kiss and bunched your skirt down.

In an exaggerated motion, you throw your head back, a soft cry escaping your lips as Emily’s hand slips out of yours, walking to the door and unlocking it.

A brunette, not much older than the legal age to drink, walked inside, scoffing as Emily brushed past her on her way out.

Your nose scrunched up in disgust as the woman scurried into the bathroom, unzipping her pants while you were still standing in front of her.

“Fuck you,” you spat at her.

-`♡´-

Of course you had been embarrassed of your behavior for the rest of the night. You didn’t even have the decency to offer JJ or Penelope any polite smiles. You were pissed. And horny. So fucking horny. And pissed. Most of all, pissed.

“Can you at least try to act like you’re having fun?” Emily hisses under her breath the second JJ and Penelope head toward the bar to get a refill.

“No,” you mutter, sipping on the straw of your empty drink.

At least your toddler tantrum had passed, now you’d entered the teenage passive aggressive ‘I don’t care’-phase.

Emily inhales sharply through her nose, and you can tell she’s running out of patience.

“Fine,” she exhales, already grabbing her leather jacket that was bundled up in the corner of the booth. “You’re coming with me.”

You blink up at her in confusion, but with one cock of her head, you’re standing up, following her command.

Weaving behind her, you’re nothing more than some lost puppy, trying not to lose their owner in the crowd. Relief floods through you when she waves her arm behind her, her hand grazing yours, which you gratefully accept.

So much for your little show of anger. It was annoying how you always craved her touch, your body acting before your mind could even process.

When you reach JJ and Penelope at the bar, Emily has her words ready. “We’re heading out. She’s not feeling well.”

Four insistent eyes fall on you, and you feel your cheeks heating up as you’re being completely put on the spot. Thanks, Em.

“Are you okay?” JJ asks, her eyebrow arched, not as caught up as Penelope, who’s trying to stifle back her knowing laughs.

The words tumble out of your mouth awkwardly. “Yeah. Just a bit of a headache, ‘s all.”

JJ nods, her eyes flickering over to your intertwined hands, the realization slowly sinking in. “Right.”

-`♡´-

Patience is a virtue.

You weren’t known for your patience, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that you waited and were finally getting rewarded for your restraint.

“Such a needy girl,” Emily tsked as she backed you into the mattress in your bedroom. You let yourself fall down with a gentle thud, Emily climbing on top of you as her body caged you in. She kneeled over your frame, bare, strong legs curved on either side of you.

“Can’t help but be a little slut, can you?”

Her words pooled warm in your belly, and you arched your neck in an attempt to kiss her lips — those sweet, plump lips that hovered just inches above yours. But Emily pulled back, denying you her taste and causing you to groan.

Her hands swiftly trailed down your thighs, lifting the fabric of your skirt up and letting the tips of her fingers trail up and down your covered lips.

“You can’t even think straight when that pussy is so wet… Just aching to be touched.”

Goosebumps erupt around your skin, the little flames of excitement coursing through your veins as she hooks her fingers in the lace of your underwear and smoothly slides them down your legs.

With a frantic enthusiasm, you helped her kick the fabric off your feet, spreading your legs open for her so that it couldn’t be clearer on what you wanted. What you needed.

Emily settled herself between your thighs, her own dress riding up as she arched her back, giving you a glimpse of the soft curve of her ass.

With featherlight kisses she decorated your inner thighs, every brush of her tongue causing you to squirm in her grasp.

“No more teasing, please.” Your voice is already out of breath, your chest heaving in anticipation, and your clit twitching every time her breath fanned over the sensitive bud.

Her eyes glimmer up at you, sparkling in mischief. “Okay.”

The firm swipe of her wet tongue over your labia is enough for you to plant your feet into the mattress, lifting your body up in pleasure, trying to chase the heat of her mouth.

Emily’s tongue moved with precision, knowing you like the back of her hand. She used the firm tip of her tongue to focus on your clit, the little, swollen pearl peeking out and begging for her attention. Slowly she flicked up the bud, then circled her tongue around, then flicked again, until the tension in your stomach began to pull.

Your fingers tangled into her soft hair, tugging on the dark strands, trying your best to ground yourself and delay the undeniable waves of warmth that flooded you. Tears pricked in your eyes, and it took one more press of her tongue to make you fall apart. Salty drops spilled down your cheeks while you moaned incoherent cries of her name.

She pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee, your body so sensitive that the small gesture caused you to shake again.

Eventually — after a couple of deep breaths — you calmed down again, your heart still thumping in your chest as you breathily chuckled.

Emily’s eyes found yours from in between your thighs, a lazy smirk curved at the end of her lips. “That was quick.”

You could only respond back with a satisfied hum. Through your blurry vision, you watched her stand up, turning her back to you as she rummaged through the drawers — probably looking for a towel. Her dress clung messily over her body. You blinked a couple of times, excess tears falling down your cheeks as you focused on the little lacy fabric that peeked from beneath her dress.

She climbed back up on the bed, the mattress weighing down beneath you as she hovered over your frame. With a touch ever so gentle, she used her thumb to wipe a single tear away from your cheek.

Emily’s eyes always had such a physical effect on you. The dark colored irises spoke volumes, and this time they told you how loved you were. A nice reminder after the tension in the bar. Craning your neck, you took the opportunity to press your lips to hers. You were grateful when she took the lead, cupping your face with one hand as she deepened the kiss.

It didn’t take long for need to overcome you again. Wetness still dripped out of you, coating your inner thighs, and it only accumulated by the wet strokes of Emily’s tongue against yours.

Her heavy breasts pressed down on your chest, comfortably caging you in as she pried your legs open with the hand that wasn’t busy holding your cheek.

Too caught up in the heat of the moment, you didn’t hear the small buzzing sound that was added to the background of your heavy breathing as Emily turned on the vibrator that she took out of a drawer earlier.

A strangled sound in between a gasp and a cry left your throat, legs shaking as Emily pressed the buzzing toy on your pussy and let it slip between your swollen folds, vibrating directly at your most sensitive spots.

“Sshh…“ Her nose brushed against the side of your face, cooing you back into submission.

“Come on now, chérie,” she purred as she placed a kiss on your cheekbone. “I know there’s more in you.”

As always, she was right. The muscles in your stomach clenched, and your clit couldn’t stop throbbing and twitching against the silicone in between her hands, each vibration pulling you under until you felt close to reaching that peak again.

Emily moaned at the sight of you, a bunny caught in the traps of a sly wolf. She knew your body better than you, knew you better — precisely aware of the way you’d climb on top of her just several minutes after having come around her long fingers, or her silk tongue, or the strap-on you’d bought not too long ago, begging for another round. So she had to tire you out this time. Release every bit of desire stuck in your body. Fuck you to sleep, for all she cared.

“Em-“ you squealed. Your body gave in fast: thighs clenching around her wrist, head pushed back into the pillow, nails digging crescent moon shapes into her skin as you clung onto her, breathily moaning her name.

Evil as she is, she turned the vibrator up a setting, taking nothing but pleasure in the way your mouth fell open in a gasp, eyebrows scrunching and eyes wide with tears as you let yourself go.

Emily tosses the vibrator aside before the overstimulation could hurt, instantly cupping your pussy with the warmth of her hand to soothe you. “Oh, that’s it, that’s my good girl,” she mutters in praise, leaving gentle kisses over your teary face in an effort to calm you down.

The features on your face slowly inched back into place as your breathing stuttered to a relaxing pattern.

A shaky but vibrant laugh left your chest. “You’re fucking crazy.”

Emily hummed as she kissed your smiling lips. “Crazy is good, right?” She asked with a smirk.

Emily’s hand stayed on your heat, rubbing her palm around in tranquil circles to let you ride out your high. Gradually you started to gain back feeling, your pussy previously feeling numb due to the sensual assault she’d brought you.

It was almost humorous how fast your pussy started weeping for her again, new, sweet juices falling from your hole and dripping down.

“Oops, sorry,” Emily spoke genuinely as the tip of her finger accidentally slipped into your heat.

The feeling of her was addictive, so it came as no surprise to you as you lifted your hips, bucking them in the air for more.

You should’ve felt embarrassment by the way Emily looked at you, rolling her eyes with a cheeky smile, close to shaking her head in bewilderment. But you held her gaze, eyes speaking the words that maybe you were too afraid to speak out loud.

“Still so greedy,” she observed. “Need one more?”

You nodded, grateful to have a profiler as your girlfriend. You did not regret your decision as she curled the digit further into you until it nuzzled that sweet spot inside.

“As much as I love making you feel good, I’m getting a bit impatient over here.” She murmured, sitting slightly up on her knees and using her free hand to hike up her dress.

Your reaction was nothing short of that of a cartoon, eyes bulging out at the sight of her. Soft, biteable thighs on display and her lacy underwear drenched in obvious arousal despite the black color trying to hide it.

“Fuck, I need to taste you, Em,” you commented breathlessly, heartbeat racing in your chest at the mere fantasy of it.

Her finger left you, but you knew it would only be momentarily when she pulled her dress over her frame and wiggled out of her underwear before maneuvering herself on top of you. You greedily held onto her thighs that were placed on either side of your face, inching your hands up to her sides and ass as she lowered down.

“Spread a little wider for me, baby,” you instructed and she did so, revealing the beautiful pink of her slick pussy to you.

Carefully she leaned forward, positioning her elbows on your lower abdomen and finding a comfortable placement to thrust her fingers back into you.

The moan you let out reverberated against her heat, and up close you could see her needy hole clenching around nothing, begging for your affection. With the tip of your tongue, you licked a firm stripe up her center, repeating the action when she begged you for more.

It was impossible for you to be a tease around her. Most of the time she didn’t even have to beg you; you were always prepared and ready to give her your all. So that’s what you did when you nipped at the velvety skin of her labia, coating your chin and nose in her honeyed juices as you let your lips and tongue explore her in sucks and licks and bites.

Emily kept up with your ministrations, scissoring her fingers inside of you to stroke up against the G-spot she had made herself very familiar with.

Soppy, wet sounds left your cunt as the two of you continued playing an unspoken game: her fingers would thrust and curl up harder into you the more you’d suckle on her swollen clit. This was her way of letting you know she was still the one in control. You could make her cry out, for sure, but she’d only make you cry harder for her in return.

Emily felt relieved when your walls started tightening around her, knowing she couldn’t hold on for that much longer either, as her thighs started shaking the moment you dipped your skilled tongue inside of her.

“Come with me,” she panted out in encouragement.

A tinge of pride filled her chest when you were the first to let go, moaning against her cunt as the waves in your core took over. The addictive sounds of your pleasure were enough to tilt her over the edge as well.

Your fingers gripped into her soft skin to keep her steady, chuckling when she gently collapsed on top of you, her sweat stained face falling onto your upper thigh.

“Glad we got that out of our systems,” she said and placed a kiss on your skin.

#emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss x female reader #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x reader #lesbian #wlw fanfic #wlw smut #emily prentiss fic #sapphic

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beastyeastfreak · 1 month ago

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Hey could you do headcanons for the beast cookies with a reader that was created by the witches to be their guide and after they where sealed away the reader was punished by the witches because they believed the reader failed at their purpose so the witches sealed them within a mirror and the beasts hear what became of reader

Ooo i love this, reminds me of Lapis Lazuli! /pos I leaned away from headcanons a wee bit if thats alright :)

Cw and tags: angst, nothing really noteworthy

Written pre silent salt release

Long ago, five ancient heroes were created to provide for cookie kind and nurture civilisation. The witches assigned each one a task, a purpose and to solidify their cause they created souljam. But before they were placed in the oven, one witch chimed in.

“What is power without direction? What is a ship without a lighthouse,” they rasped in the light of the oven fire. After that, more dough was presented, and it was infused with the purpose of guiding the heroes.

The six would soon leave, following the cookie like a beacon as they were led to new lands. With the heroes help, cookie kind grew and learned. Unfortunately, with power comes misuse. As time passed, this guiding light became more of a suggestion. The newly born beasts began to wreak havoc in their own twisted ways and were ultimately trapped within a tree of pure silver.

It was a day of celebration, the beasts were gone and the land could now heal. But you mourned, for you had failed and your friends were no more. Unbothered by your regret, the witches appeared to you.

You were just as guilty, you had failed them, the witches and your fellow cookies. So for that, they transformed your dough into a mirror and trapped you deep within the bowels of beast yeast. You could not speak, you could not weep, you could only watch the walls slowly sink with age. While the beasts were trapped within the tree, you were solitary for their actions while they were unknowing. Surrounded by growing vines and struck with immense guilt, never to be found or comforted.

Of course, peace was only temporary. Soon, they broke from their prison. When their beacon could not be found, they looked harder then found an ancient building withering away. Within it, was a mirror in a shiny sugarglass case and in its reflection was you.

🌾 - Mystic Flour pulled you out of the overgrowth with a small snap. Her hand on the handle, she could see the light reflect and knew it was you. She’ll dust off the glass and open her eyes just a little. Her face once bare of emotions now showed some remorse. Her other hand comes to the side. “How cruel,” she murmurs coldly.

🏜️ - Burning spice snatches you away from her. “Who did this to you! I’ll crumble them!” He shouts and in the reflection the witches are presented. His eyes become fiery. “I will destroy all of earth bread to free you!”

🌷 - Eternal sugar holds you next, trying to calm the enraged beast. “You must have been so lonely… ill keep you company forever, in the garden where you’ll be safe.~” She runs a knuckle over the glass in a calming way.

🃏 - Shadow milk pulls you away, floating above the rest along the ceiling. “Oh please! Y/N doesn’t need company they need entertainment! I was soooo bored in that stupid tree!”

🗡️ - Silent salt reaches up and pulls Shadow Milk down by his leg making him yelp and swat at them. They take the mirror and hold the rim protectively. They say nothing, but perhaps they wish they could have protected you…

The five beasts decide the best course of action is to protect you while they figure out how to give you your body back which may or may not involve laboratories, cookie slaughter and dough experimentation.

Mystic flour keeps you close as she meditates and handles duties, assuring you the time spent in the mirror will be meaningless when you emerge.

Burning Spice is begrudgingly careful with you, he’ll rest the mirror on a silk cushion on the arm rest of his throne, asking you what you think he should do and laugh when you give a less destructive answer.

Eternal sugar will bring you to events with other angels, show you how wonderful her paradise is and that if you want to stay there forever then she’ll let you.

Shadow milk will put on puppet shows for you, or bring you to spy on poor unsuspecting cookies as he puppeteers them to lie.

Silent salt is quiet, they’re not distant but a welcome change from the others. It feels as though theres a sliver of solidarity still beneath that armour for you.

#Bejeweled mirrors are just massed produced Y/Ns #we are the mirrorlings! feed us!#eternal sugar cookie x reader #mystic flour cookie x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #burning spice cookie x reader #silent salt cookie x reader #crk x reader #x reader #cookie run kingdom x you

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kissesz · 5 months ago

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

ambessa medarda x f!reader

warnings: see above. mdni. f!sub!reader. dom!ambessa. mirror sex. vaginal fingering. older woman/younger woman, age gap. praise. begging. dirty talk. power imbalance. orgasm denial (1x). power dynamics. guided masturbation—as in: her hand over yours. allusions to aftercare. established relationship. (but it's messy). ambassador!reader.

summary: some handle domestic affairs. some handle foreign affairs. you handle being the affair pressed up against expensive furniture by noxus’ decorated general.

notes: the "explicit" in my last fic was tragically lacking—so much so that it kept me up at night. therefore, i skipped two of my french classes to remedy that. bon appétit or whatever.

You stood before the silver-lined mirror in your private quarters, removing the pins from today’s elaborate updo—a necessity for the diplomatic summit you'd just concluded. Each clink against your vanity echoed like falling shards of glass, the slow dismantling of the persona you wore in the council chambers. Your reflection stared back, composed even in solitude, jaw still set with the tension of twelve hours of negotiations.

The door opened without warning—only one person would dare enter your space so careless.

"Piltovians, is it?" Ambessa's voice carried from the entrance, sultry and smooth like aged merlot. "You had them all wrapped around your finger." Her reflection appeared behind yours in the mirror, still in her military regalia, though she'd removed her formal coat. The sleeves rolled to expose strong forearms marred with scars—each one a story you'd traced with reverent fingers on languid nights.

You maintained eye contact through the mirror, refusing to turn, to give her the satisfaction of seeing how her mere presence affected you. "That's my job."

"Mm." She stepped closer, her boots silent on the plush carpet. "You're remarkably good at it. The way you led that delegate in circles until he agreed to your terms..." Her hands came to rest on your shoulders, heavy and feverish, the warmth of her seeping through the silk of your blouse. "Very impressive."

"High praise from the great General Medarda," your voice wavered as her thumbs pressed into the knots at the base of your neck, skilled fingers finding tension you didn't even know you carried until it began to unspool under her hands. Your eyes fluttered shut despite your best efforts, a small sound escaping your throat unbidden.

"Look at yourself," she commanded softly, her breath ghosting your ear, too close for comfort. Your eyes snapped open—years of martial training compelling you to respond to her tone. "Look how exquisite you are when you start to let go."

Heat crawled up your neck, staining your cheeks a telling rose. "Ambessa..."

"No." Her fingers threaded through your hair, now loose around your shoulders. "Watch." She gathered the strands, exposing the graceful line of your neck, and pressed her lips to the sensitive spot below your jaw—that place she'd discovered could make you come undone with the barest touch. Your breath hitched audibly, heartbeat thrumming hummingbird-quick against her mouth. "See how your body responds to me? How it knows what you need even when your mind fights it?"

You tried to look away but her other hand caught you, grip bordering on bruising, keeping you captive to your own reflection. "I don't–" you started, but she nipped at your pulse and the protest died right on the tip of your tongue, lost to the wave of desire that crashed through you, as if dissolving your very bones.

"You do," she corrected, her voice honeyed gravel—that maddening mix of velour and steel that never failed to ignite a fire in your blood. "You spend all day being in control. Making decisions that shape nations." Her free hand slid down your arm, calluses from years of wielding a blade drifting against your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake, leaving touches that settled into an ache between your thighs. "But here, with me..." She pressed closer, her front flush against your back, the hard planes of her body a delicious contrast to your softer curves. "You don't have to be anything but mine."

The word sent liquid heat pooling low in your abdomen, and you couldn't hide it—not from her, and not from yourself. Not with the mirror forcing you to witness every micro-expression that crossed your face—the way your lips parted on a shaky exhale, kiss-deficient and wanting; the flush spreading across your face, down your neck, disappearing beneath the collar of your blouse; the naked hunger in your eyes, pupils wide.

"Look at you," Ambessa murmured, her breath searing against your skin, branding you with invisible marks more permanent than any ink. "How you tremble for me." Her hand splayed across your stomach, pressing you back against her, securing you to the solid strength of her. "How you're aching to surrender."

"Please," you choked out, the word torn from your throat, raw and desperate as you tilted your head back against her shoulder, baring the column of your throat in silent offering. "Ambessa, I need-"

"What do you need, little dove?" She caught your earlobe between sharp teeth, biting just this side of too hard, soothing the sting with her tongue. "Tell me. Watch yourself say it."

The pet name broke you, shattered the last of your resolve. A sound escaped you—half whine, half fractured gasp—and you no longer cared how wanton you looked, how far you'd fallen. "You," you breathed, barely recognizing the lust-drunk rasp of your own voice. "I need you. Need you to make me let go."

Ambessa's smile was a curl of unfiltered satisfaction, feline and dangerous. "Clever girl," she purred, and you shuddered at the praise, feeling it slide down your spine like springwater. "Now, keep those lovely eyes open. I want you to watch as I take you apart." Her hands moved to the fastenings of your blouse, deft fingers making quick work of the delicate buttons.

You couldn't look away if the world was ending, captivated by the sight of her divesting you of your clothes—the silk and lace that you donned every morning like it could protect you. The contrast of her battle-roughened hands against your smooth skin, the way the candlelight danced across her face, softening the sharp contours, the wildfire of desire blazing in her dark eyes—you committed it all to memory, carved it into your very marrow.

"The way you test my control," she rasped, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder as she bared it to the cool evening air. "Do you know what it took not to bend you over the council table today, in front of all those simpering delegates?" Her teeth scraped against your collarbone, dull nips that had you arching into her touch with a needy whimper. "Knowing that I'm the only one who gets to see you like this?”

Your hands clenched helplessly at your sides, itching to reach back, to anchor yourself to the flex of her hips, the coiled strength of her thighs, but you didn't dare—not without her permission. She noticed your white-knuckled restraint, a slow smirk etching its way onto her lips. "So well-behaved for me," she praised, one broad palm sliding up your torso to cup your breast, thumb scraping over the sensitive peak. "Keeping those greedy hands still, even though you're dying to touch. Aren't you, hm?"

"Yes," you gasped, voice breaking on the single vowel as she rolled your nipple between deft fingers, sparking pleasure that bordered on torturous. "Please, Ambessa, I can't– I need–"

"Shh, I know." Her other hand slid down your stomach, fingertips teasing along the waistband of your trousers, dipping just beneath the fabric to trace maddening patterns on your overheated skin. "You're being so good, letting me take my time with you. Letting me savor you."

A broken moan slipped past your swollen lips, and your hips canted forward, seeking friction, seeking relief, but she held you fast, kept you still. "Ah-ah, none of that," she chided, but there was a roughness to her voice now, a hunger that echoed your own. "You'll take what I give you, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

"Yes," you breathed, surrendering to her completely, utterly—a diplomat used to finding authority in words, now reduced to a single need, an urge. "Yes, Ambessa, anything, just please–"

"I have you," she murmured, and it was sacred breathed against your skin, a permanent whispered in the scant space between your bodies. "I'll give you what you need, little one. I'll shatter you so beautifully, then put you back together, piece by piece. You can let go."

With a final tug, your trousers fell to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear—drenched and trembling. Ambessa’s thighs brushed against the back of yours, her warmth wrapping around you like a second skin. Her hand slid down your abdomen, over your navel, to cup the heat between your legs, and you jolted at the contact—so sudden, so possessive.

"Easy," she murmured, her thumb stroking circles over the damp fabric, sending shudders through your body. "Calm yourself."

You watched in the mirror as she hooked her fingers under the elastic of your panties and pulled, the fabric sliding away to reveal the slickness that glistened, filthily so. The sight of your own arousal had you biting your lower lip, a wordless plea for more. And she knew—of course she knew—just how to read the language of your body, the dialect of your cravings. Her hand slid into your wetness, and you keeled over forward with a gasp, the heel of your palm smacking against the vanity as you tried to keep your legs from giving out.

That earned you a huff of pity—or amusement, it was hard to tell.

Her eyes never left yours in the reflection as she stroked you, her thumb circling your swollen clit, her fingers slipping deeper, higher, coaxing and caressing until your hips moved of their own accord—until you were rocking against her hand. Mewls spilled and tumbled from your lips, honey-drenched sounds of submission tainted with primal lust; Ambessa’s veins threatened to clog with the aphrodisiac your undoing was dripping into them.

Much to her delight, or perhaps your dismay, you could feel yourself beginning to teeter on the very edge of something vast, something overwhelming—your skin hypersensitive, lungs burning as if you'd been underwater for hours, drowning in sensation. And just as you thought you couldn't possibly take anymore, when something inside you threatened to snap like an overwound string, she slid her fingers out.

That fucking tease of a—

Quickly as it disappeared, her hand moved to grasp yours, guiding it back to where she'd just been.

"Show me," she quieted the protests that threatened to form on your tongue, her own voice strained with need. "Show me how much you want it."

You obeyed without an ounce of hesitation, your arm shaking as it replaced hers, your fingers slipping into your own heat. The sight of your hand, entwined with hers, working in tandem to give you pleasure was almost too much to bear. But you didn't look away. You watched every twitch of your eyelids, every exhale that stole your breath, every quiver of your lip as you brought yourself closer to the precipice.

This was loss of control, stripped from you in its purest, most delicious form. A dizzying realization that you'd spend forever chasing this high—the unashamed longing pulsing through you as you fought the urge to beg for more. You'd never wished to yield to someone else like this before, never thirsted for surrender with such feral vocarity that it made your bones rattle with hollow want, yet here you were; fracturing in Ambessa’s grasp like it was written in the stars themselves, an inevitability as ancient as violence and twice as devastating.

And then, with a cry that echoed off the cold walls of your room, raw and unrestrained, you came undone—shuddering, writhing; it was as if months of strain had crystallized beneath your skin, every careful word and measured breath condensing into this singular moment of release. You arched up into her, against her, seemingly never-ending tension bleeding from your muscles, leaving you boneless and at mercy of her hold.

The room spun around you as your body fought to remember how to breathe, and, though you’d never admit it, you were deeply gracious for her efforts to hold you upright—hands firm on your hips, keeping you grounded. You leaned back, feeling the solidity of her chest, the thunder of her heart behind you. It was blissful, if only fleeting—the courage to bare your throat to the one person who could tear it out, trusting that she would press kind lips and quiet praises to its column instead.

How curious, that the wolf of Noxus knew not just how to devour, but how to savor, fangs carefully sheathed. That being spared could feel so devastatingly like being consumed.

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greengoblinswifey · 6 months ago

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Boss’ Obsession—Player 001/Hwang In Ho x Fem!Reader

summary— Young-il’s obsession with you reaches its peak and he takes you in the bathroom in the middle of the night. Based on this request.

warnings— praise kink, Somnophilia, Voyeurism, male masturbation?, oral(f!receiving), choking, mirror play, unprotected sex, creampie.

The poorly lit quarters was silent except for the soft snores and occasional murmurs of the others. The toll the games took was felt even in sleep, but Young-il’s mind was far from the anxiety of the competition. His dark eyes remained locked on you, his body leaning against the cold wall as you lay a few feet away, curled on your side, breathing softly.

He couldn’t stop himself, he never could. Since the moment he first saw you, you’d been a constant pull, something he couldn’t explain but didn’t bother questioning. You were his obsession. And now, in the quiet of the night, his infatuation consumed him.

A low moan rumbled in his chest as he shifted against the wall, his hand drifting lower. His palm pressed against his hard cock through his pants, seeking some relief as his eyes remained glued to you. He moved slowly, his teeth digging into his bottom lip to muffle any sound. The way your lips parted in sleep, the outline of your body under the thin blanket—it was too much.

But before he could finish, he clenched his jaw and stopped himself. Not like this. Not without you.

Getting up, he crossed the space quietly, crouching beside you. His fingers brushed your shoulder, a gentle nudge. “Wake up,” he whispered, his voice husky and low, “Come with me.”

“Young-il?” you murmured, voice heavy with sleep.

“Shh,” he said, helping you up. “We need to talk. Just come.”

Though confusion flickered across your face, you nodded, trusting him. He guided you toward the huge door, the guards barely sparing a glance as he led you out. You were so confused but your groggy state prevented you from even questioning it.

Once in the bathroom, he locked the door behind you both, the sound of the latch clicking echoing in the small space. You turned to him, still half-asleep but now more aware of something in his gaze.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your voice soft.

“You,” he said simply, stepping closer. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Fuck, not even for a second.”

Your breath hitched as he crowded into your space, his hands finding your waist.

“Young-il.”

“I mean it,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, “You’re all I see. All I want.”

You tilted your head, your lips brushing his, and that was all it took. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flat against him as his lips claimed yours. The kiss was fierce, needy, a testament to the obsession he had with you.

His hands roamed, finding the hem of your shirt and sliding beneath to grope your tits. You gasped against his lips, your fingers threading through his dark hair as he pressed you against the sink.

“You’re mine,” he rasped, his lips trailing down your neck. “Say it.”

“I— I’m yours,” you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders as his kisses grew rougher, more desperate.

“Good girl,” he murmured, lifting you onto the edge of the sink as the room filled with nothing but the sound of your labored breaths.

Young-il’s hands trembled slightly as they gripped your waist. He had every intention of taking his time with you, savoring every moment, but the way you looked at him, slightly innocent, yet full of that same unrelenting desire he felt, had him weak.

His lips crashed against yours again, his control slipping. “I wanted to be patient,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and low. “I really did. But I can’t, not tonight.”

You barely had a moment to respond before his hands were on the waistband of your pants, tugging them down with one swift motion. The sound of fabric tearing filled the small space as he discarded your underwear with little care. Your breath hitched, both in surprise and need.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his dark eyes devouring every inch of you. He sank to his knees, his hands sliding up your thighs as he pushed them apart. His touch was firm, possessive, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

“Young-il,” you whispered, your fingers finding their way into his hair.

“I’m going to make you feel so good. You won’t think about anything else but me.” he said, looking up at you.

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you, his tongue moving with purpose and precision. The pleasure was overwhelming, his lips and tongue working as if he was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy his primal hunger. You bit down on your lip, trying desperately to keep quiet, but it was impossible. A soft moan escaped, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours, full of satisfaction and determination.

“That’s it,” he murmured against your pussy. “Don’t hold those moans. I want to hear you.”

Your hands tightened in his hair as he ravished your wetness, his pace relentless. The heat building inside you was unbearable, your breaths coming faster and more uneven. His grip on your thighs tightened, his thumb caressing your clit as his tongue slipped inside your hole.

“You taste so good,” he said between licks, his voice laced with desire. “You’re so perfect, all mine.”

The praise sent you over the edge. With a sharp gasp, your body tensed, and then the wave of release hit you, leaving you trembling, breathless and creaming.

Young-il didn’t stop until you were shuddering against his tongue, completely worn out. When he finally stood, his lips were swollen, and his smirk was self-satisfied. “Told you,” he said, brushing a strand of your curls from your face. “You’d forget everything but me.”

“Cocky much?” you said as you let out a shaky laugh, still catching your breath.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Only when it comes to you angel.”

You were still swooning from the intensity of how he ate you out but his hands on your hips told you he wasn’t finished. “I can’t wait anymore,” he murmured. His lips crashed onto yours as his fingers worked quickly, freeing his thick cock from his pants. Your eyes widened as he positioned himself between your legs, his size making your breath hitch.

“Y-you’re—” you started, but he smirked, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“You’ll take my cock, won’t you?” he whispered, his tone teasing. “I’ll take care of you, I promise angel.”

Your nod was all the answer he needed. His hands gripped your thighs, positioning you onto the counter as he guided himself into your dripping pussy. The stretch was burning, almost overwhelming, and your fingers clawed at his shoulders.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, pausing to let you adjust. “You feel so so good, better than I ever imagined.”

The pace he set was anything but slow. He thrusted into you with a raw, desperate need, his lips tracing your jawline before finding your neck. His praises spilled out in rough whispers, his hands keeping you steady as his cock slammed into you.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re taking me so well. Just like that baby. Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter as waves of pleasure coursed through you. He tilted your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. “Cum for me,” he commanded, “I want to feel your pussy drench my cock.”

With a cry, you gave in, your pussy quivering against his cock. His name spilled from your lips as he buried his face in your neck, kissing you to ground you in the moment. Though, he wasn’t finished.

“Oh no angel,” he said with a smirk, pulling back slightly to look at you, “We’re not done yet.”

Before you could catch your breath, he turned you around, pressing your front against the mirror. Your reflection stared back at you, fucked out and dazed, as he positioned himself to take you from behind.

“You look so good like this,” he whispered, his hand sliding up to rest lightly around your throat. His lips found the sensitive spot below your ear, trailing kisses down your neck as he started slamming into you.

Your fingers clutched the sink for support as his pace quickened, the roughness of it all leaving you breathless. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “So perfect for me. Look at yourself, see how good you’re taking my cock.”

The combination of his words, his hand around your throat, his cock slamming into you making your ass recoil, and your reflection in the mirror was too much. Your body tensed as you neared your end again, and he sensed it.

“Cum on my cock,” he urged, his hand tightening around your neck. “Come on angel, I’ve got you. Cum, now.”

And you obeyed. Your orgasm hit you harder this time, leaving you gasping as he followed right behind, moaning your name like a prayer, his cum filling you to the brim.

Young-il pressed a kiss to your shoulder before gently pulling you back against his chest. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered.

As he cleaned you up with surprising tenderness, you blinked at him, still dazed. “How—how did the guards even let us in here?” you asked, voice tired.

“Don’t worry about that angel.” His grin was smug, but his touch was soft as he helped you straighten your clothes.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the confusion and questions swirling your mind as he led you out of the bathroom, his hand warm and protective around yours, your legs wobbly.

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pinkboaclub · 5 months ago

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Sweet Thing [prequal blurb]

Summery: You and Harry are best friends, despite your 15 year age gap. He asks you to be his date at a work party, but doesn’t realize how possessive he just may be.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: older!harry, angst then fluff, age gap (15 years), possessiveness, fem!reader

"Pretty dress for a pretty girl," Harry's voice came from the doorway.

You stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting the fabric of your dress. The material clung to you in all the right ways. A swirl of nerves knotted in your stomach, making you second-guess your choice.

You glanced at him in the reflection, feeling a little unsure. "It’s not too much, is it?"

He moved closer, his footsteps light, his eyes never leaving you. "Not at all. You look perfect." His lips kissed your head as his hand gently rested on your shoulder.

Harry had invited you as his date to a work party he was hosting. You’d met a few of his colleagues in passing, but never like this, never as Harry’s date. The thought alone made your palms a little sweaty.

You adjusted your hair and gave yourself one last look in the mirror, making sure your makeup was just right. With a final spritz of perfume, you took a steadying breath and linked your arm with Harry’s. He gave a warm and reassuring smile and led you downstairs.

"Such a gentleman," you teased as he opened the front door for you and guided you into the passenger seat of his car.

He chuckled. "Someone has to be."

The drive was quiet but comforting. Harry was always at ease, making small talk about work, the city, anything to fill the space. When you arrived at the venue, he did the same, opening the car door with an easy grace before helping you step out onto the red carpeted walkway.

"Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm with a charming grin.

You giggled and nodded, slipping your hand through his and walked into the party.

Once inside, the atmosphere was very shiny, polished, full of people wearing smiles that were just a little too perfect. The men shook hands, the women glided in their gowns, and everyone seemed to be in conversation for the sole purpose of making connections.

It wasn’t long before you were swept away by some of the wives, pulling you into their circle.

They didn’t waste any time with small talk, quickly asking you about Harry. "So, how long have you and Harry been dating?" one of them asked.

"Oh, we’re just friends."

The woman blinked at you in surprise. "Really? But you’ve…well, you’ve slept together, right?" She bluntly asked.

The question hit you like a splash of ice cold water. You shifted uncomfortably but kept your composure. "No, we haven’t."

Her eyebrows arched, and she let out a knowing laugh, that was almost condescending. "Well, you could have fooled me."

You had no idea how to respond. Before you could get any words out, another one of the wives chimed in, dragging the conversation in another direction.

Meanwhile, Harry was engaged in a conversation with Eric, a colleague of his.

"She's beautiful, Harry," Eric commented as he raised his glass, a smirk on his face. "How long have you two been together?"

Harry stiffened just the slightest bit before answering, without thinking, he lied, embellishing the truth. "A couple of months. But we’ve been friends for a while."

Eric raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the distinction. Harry wasn’t an idiot. He knew Eric had eyes on you, despite him being 50 and you being 23. He knew he had no right to interfere, he should have let you reject Eric yourself, but he couldn’t help it.

Later in the night, you found yourself conversing alone with Eric. He was charming and handsome, a silver fox, but something about him made you uneasy.

"You and Harry seem like a great couple," Eric remarked, a glint of something almost predatory in his eyes.

You laughed, trying to keep the conversation light. "Oh, we’re not a couple."

He blinked in surprise. "Really? Harry told me you two were dating.”

“Uh, no, we’re close friends, he asked me to be his date tonight.”

Well, if you’re single, can I get your number? I’d love to take you out." He pulled out his phone, the screen glowing in the dim lighting.

It wasn’t that you were actively avoiding relationships, but you certainly weren’t looking for one at the moment. Still, you didn’t want to make things uncomfortable, especially since you didn’t have the ‘I have a boyfriend’ excuse anymore.

"Sure," you said with a smile, though your body tensed up. You grabbed his phone, typing in your number.

From across the room, Harry’s eyes locked onto the scene. His face darkened, though he kept his distance, the line of his jaw tight.

The rest of the night felt like an endless loop of small talk, but something in Harry’s demeanor had shifted. He was quieter, more reserved around you, though he wasn’t outright rude. You noticed it, the way he was almost avoiding you, his answers shorter, less engaging. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as the night was already winding down.

"Not really in the mood to stay, bunny." he muttered in your ear, his voice tired.

You nodded. The drive back was silent, but the tension between you both was thick enough to feel like it was pressing against your chest.

"Harry," you began, hesitating, "Why did you tell Eric we’re dating?"

He didn’t immediately respond, his fingers tight on the steering wheel. "Are you really thinking about going with him?" he asked, his voice quiet, but his words sharp.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along. "I don’t know. He’s kind of cute. Do you have a problem with that?"

Harry’s gaze flickered to you for a moment, his lips curling into a tight, frustrated smile. "He’s too old for you," he muttered under his breath.

You didn’t bite back immediately, instead choosing to remind him, "We have a pretty big age gap, you know."

Harry’s eyes flashed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the wheel. "He’s 50, I’m 38. And he’s just trying to bone a 23-year-old before never talking to you again."

The words stung a bit, you felt a sharp pang in your chest. It wasn’t just the age comment, but the way he spoke about it…like you were some sort of object for Eric to claim and discard.

You were already pulling at the door handle by the time the car came to a stop in front of the house, your silence louder than any words. Without saying anything, you stepped out and headed inside, your heart thumping as you retreated to the bathroom to shower.

Harry immediately regretted his words, he had let his emotions get to him. He decided to wait outside the bathroom door, which was connected to his room, and wait for you so he could apologize. He sat on his bed quietly, replaying the words in his mind, guilt flowing through him.

After a few minutes, you emerged in your pajamas, your wet hair dripping slightly. Without a word, Harry pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face in your neck.

"I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I just…I just feel protective of you. And I never meant to imply that Eric only sees you for your age and not how perfect you are, sweet thing."

You relaxed into his embrace, a soft smile tugging at your lips as his lips started to travel around your body. His kisses were gentle as they went down your face, across your cheeks, your forehead, then back to your neck, making you giggle and squirm.

"I forgive you," you whispered, your voice light, the tension finally slipping away. “And for the record, I wasn’t actually considering going on a date with him, you’re the only old man I want in my life.”

He laughed out, more guilt rushing through his body, thinking about how much he overreacted when you weren’t even being serious.

“I love you, sweet thing, I promise not to cock block you the next time you’re about to get some…even if the dick is old enough to be your father.”

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whore4mattsturniolo · 3 months ago

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Fuck my Baby Mama ♡︎ Matt Sturniolo

requested and inspired by the amazing @muwapsturniolo and her FIRE babydaddy!matt fic

Fuck my baby mama was the caption of the photo. The slutty little photo he posted on his close friends story, his arm behind his head, making his white shirt rise up just above his v-line, his plaid boxers barely peeking out over his sweats. He desperately needed a haircut with the way his shaggy brown locs hung over his eyes. His stubble was growing in thick, sending in memories of how scratchy it felt when you’d wake up to his morning kisses. He looked good and he knew it.

Chief Keef’s voice repeated “fuck my baby mama” over and over again, the lyrics making you clench your jaw as you stared at the picture for longer than you’d care to admit.

Fuck his baby mama? The same baby mama that he begged on his hands and knees to take him back? The one who took his kid to all her doctor appointments, picked her up from school every day, bought her whatever she needed when Matt could barely even drop off a box of pull-ups? But it’s fuck his baby mama, right? He could post mirror selfies, him and his brothers in that same gas station every week, and whatever influencer parties he went to. He could always blow up your phone with lewd pictures, begging for you to take care of him like you used to, sending needy audio messages of him moaning your name. But when it was time to talk about that backed child support? It was missed calls, messages left on read, and snaps left on open while his score went up every 20 seconds.

You chewed on your bottom lip, before sending the two words that would get him to your apartment in seconds.

Come over.

It was a miracle he didn’t get a speeding ticket on his way to your place, with it being mere minutes between him reading your message and showing up at your doorstep, dressed in the same white shirt and gray sweats he had in his Instagram story. Matt’s growing bulge pressed against your thigh as the two of you shared a sloppy kiss on your bed, the violet light of the LEDs highlighting his almost porcelain features.

Shifting around, you straddle him, pressing your clothed clit right against his cock, the beads of precum leaking from his tip seeping through his pants. Gently rocking your hips back and forth over the tent, a soft moan left Matt’s lips, his hands moving to grab your ass. He guides your movements, desperate for any friction to ease the throbbing.

“Fuckk...” Matt groans, throwing his head back, giving your perfect access to mark up his neck, leaving a trail of reddish-purple marks down. “Please, ma...just touch me…” He shudders as your lick a stripe from the column of his neck to the back of his ear. He desperately tugs at the waistband of his sweats, but you swat his hand away, continuing your achingly slow movements.

“Quit being ungrateful. You’re lucky I even let you touch me after what you pulled tonight,” you bite back, your hips moving faster against his achy cock. You bite your lip to suppress your own whimpers, his bulge pressing against your clit deliciously. Matt lets out another whine, furrowing his brows as he looks up at you with wide eyes. The eyes he uses whenever he’s not getting his way.

Normally, you’d let him slide, let him get away with whatever he wanted. But not tonight. He had gotten way too comfortable.

“W-What d'you mean?” Matt questions, his hands moving back to your hips. His plump lips form into a pout as he continues playing dumb, knowing how much you hated it. “Didn’t do anything一”

“No? You didn’t do anything?” You push him back into the mattress, his head hitting the wall behind him with a thud as he winces. “You dont remember posting that slutty little picture for me and all your little friends to see?” You coo with faux sympathy. Matt lets out a noise halfway between a scoff and a moan at your words. He shakes his head, bucking his hips up, blinded by his growing need.

“Wasn’t for anybody…Just f’you…Promise一” His words are cut off by a whine as you halt all your movements, feeling his cock twitch under you. “Just wanted you. I missed y’so much,” Matt tries to sweet talk you. He was feeling you out, trying to read the expression on your face. Biting your lip, you pull down his sweatpants, his cock springing out and slapping against his stomach.

His tip was bright red, precum leaking out and down his shaft. “Gosh…What am I going to do with you?” You cock your head, your voice dripping with a condescending tone. You wrap your hands around his throbbing member, earning another louder moan from Matt.

“N-nothing?” He breathes out, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Let me off with a warning?” You ignore his pleas, toying with his reddened tip, spreading his precum over the swollen head and staring in awe. Matt shivers, his body twitching at your touch.

You laugh, spreading the sticky fluid up and down his shaft. Another shudder leaves Matt's lips as you drag your hand up and down his dick. "I don't think so," you coo, before aligning yourself just above his length, rubbing him over your already leaking folds.

Matt's hands clench at his sides, veins popping out of his arms. He wants to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but he knows you wouldn't allow that. He only lets out a huff, rolling his eyes while you continue teasing him. "S'just a picture, ma...don't see why you're so upset about it..." He mutters, his cocky tone never diminishing.

After what seemed like hours, you finally sink down onto him, your tight walls clenching around his dick, sucking him in and earning a moan from both of you. He's so thick, each bump and vein sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. His tip barely grazes against your cervix as you rest on his lap. He squeezes his eyes shut, gripping the blanket so tight his knuckles start to turn white. "Oh一Fu一uck…" He stutters out as you roll your hips slowly. "Just like that…" Matt groans. “Don't stop…”

He bucks his hips up into yours, his hands instinctively reaching for your hips, trying to maintain the sliver of control he thought he had. You rip his hands away from you, holding them on either side of his head and leaning forward, your tits dangling in his face as your bounces grow harder and faster

“No, no— Stop it…Let go” Matt whines, his big blue eyes peering into yours as his plump lips form a pout. “Wanna touch you…please mama,” he squirms against the harsh grip on his wrists. His mind starts to go fuzzy at the feeling of your warm walls around him.

"S'fuck me right?" You say sternly, holding back your own moans as you watch him struggle with every movement. Working your hips against him, you feel his cock twitching inside you already. "Fuck your baby mama? Huh?

Matt lets out another needy moan, shaking his head furiously. "N-No! Didn't mean it, mama...Was jus' a song," he continues his babbles. The knot in his tummy only grows with each passing second.

He bucks his hips up into yours again, desperate for his own release. His hair is messily sprawled against the pillow under him as he pants hard. "M'sorry, mama一M'sorry一 Please just lemme一A一Ah!" His words are cut off by a smack against his cheek. His face starts to grow red as he looks up at you with wide eyes, his cock twitching inside you.

"Greedy boy," you tut, resting your hands on his trembling thighs behind you, rolling your hips at a different, achingly slow rhythm. "Already gonna cum before mama? S'not very polite."

Matt shakes his head frantically, still straining against your tight grip. His chest rises and falls in hard pants as his back arches high off the bed. “Ngh一Jus’ feels so good…Wan’ cum so bad一Please?

“Think you deserve it, baby? When you’ve been acting like a needy little slut? Hm?”

He tries to respond, but all that leaves his mouth are cut off moans, blinded by the pleasure coursing through his body. He’s trying to hold back, but the feeling of your warm, velvety walls clenching around his cock makes it so incredibly difficult. Tears brim at his waterline, glossing his blue eyes and adding a deeper flush to his cheeks.

His hands remain on either side of his head, gripping the sheets tight. Another slap lands on his cheek, causing him to yelp. His face grows hot, a red mark where he was hit. “Answer me.”

“N一No一” Matt manages to choke out, his body trembling under you. “I don’t deserve it…” His soft lips form a pout, salty tears threatening to fall down his cheeks, despite his attempts to blink them away. “But...I said I was sorry…I swear I am..."

Your expression softens, watching his pathetic appearance. His rosy cheeks, his tousled hair, his pouty lips. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, sticking the brown strands to his face. The veins in his arms were bulging out from the force of his grip, using all his restraint to hold back for you, his body trembling in desperation.

Matt continued his pleading, his soft voice like music to your ears as you continued riding him, your pace starting to quicken yet again. The coil in your stomach grows tight, feeling each ridge and vein of his cock slide in and out of your sopping pussy. You let out a shuddering moan, “Make me cum baby,” you say. “Make mama feel good and I’ll let you cum okay?”

Matt nods at your words, his hands reaching for your hips yet again as he fuck you hard, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout your bedroom. You both groan in sync at his rough thrusts, his fingers leaving deep indents in your skin. He urgently bucks his hips up, desperate to make you finish. No matter how close he was, he was still focused on helping you reach your high.

“M’so close…c’mon baby, keep going,” you whisper in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe. Matt can barely respond, only managing soft babbles and moans. The low feeling building in the pit of your stomach grows stronger as his cock rams deep inside you over and over, sending stars across your vision. "Doing so good for me..."

“Can一Can’t hold it一” Matt whines, his hips stuttering. “Please—F一Fuck!” He almost sobs.

His needy cries of desperation send you over the edge, your vision going white as your orgasm washes over you, sending you flat on his chest while you ride out your high. The velvety walls of your cunt throb around his dick, coaxing his own release out of him.

“Feels一so good! M'gonna—” He’s cut off by his own orgasm, his movements faltering as he buries himself deep inside you, his tip gently brushing against your cervix. Ribbons of hot, thick cum paint the inside of your pussy as he shudders, his back arching high off the bed. "Cum—M'cum—cumming—

His hips thrust on their own, milking every drop of his seed out of him as his eyes flutter shut, his face buried in your shoulder.

After minutes that felt like hours, the two of you come down from your respective highs, both of you panting hard. Matt looks at you with low, half-lidded eyes, a loopy grin slowly spreading across his face as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“S’not fuck my baby mama…Promise…" he whispers, his voice low and heavy with lust. "I love my baby mama.”

You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. You feel his cum dripping out of you and onto the sheets below, the sensation sending a shiver down your back. “I know you do, baby. Just had to make sure.”

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secretlyazombi3 · 3 months ago

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𐔌 . ⋮ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

leon kennedy x fem afab! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count: 4.4k words ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ NSFW!!!! enemies to lovers (kind of), unprotected again (please don't do that), semi-public, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader is NOT ada wong lol

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: Your mission is to sell off a virus sample outside a club - Leon's mission is to stop you; it isn't the first time he's tried.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: this was inspired by the song of the same name by she wants revenge ^_^

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You took one last glance in the passenger seat mirror as you wrapped your hand around the car door handle. You quickly adjusted your hair and reapplied your lip gloss, smacking your lips around a little so the pigment would be evenly distributed.

You shoved your lip-gloss back in your bag before heading out the car door, handing over a hefty tip for your driver. Your legs were a bit wobbly as you stepped out, wearing heels was rough, but you needed to blend in with everyone else in the crowd. You also couldn't deny how well it complimented your outfit. You corrected your posture and continued forward toward the entrance of the club, gripping your bag tightly.

There was a small line outside the front of the club. You glanced back down at your bag for a moment, not wanting to look suspicious as you checked to make sure the sample was secured.

You felt around the bag and closed it again after being assured the virus sample was safe and secure in your bag. The line moved forward and you grabbed your wallet to present your ID to the bouncer.

He looked over your ID and nodded before speaking. "Something in your bag?" he asked as he nodded his head toward the bag you had, straps thrown over your shoulder. He'd seen you glance back in your bag before the line moved.

"No sir," you assured him, speaking confidently as you shuffled to show him the inside of your bag. The sample was buried beneath makeup products and other usual amenities you carried around. Nothing suspicious.

You studied him as he glanced in your bag, anxious for a response from him as he took an unusually long time to move. Say something, anything. You thought to yourself.

"Alright. You can head on in." he eventually said after analyzing you and the inside of your bag. It was easy to get away with this stuff, who would expect anyone like you to be carrying contraband around in your bag? You looked like a regular person just trying to enjoy a Friday night out.

You squeezed into the crowded nightclub. The air was thick and hot from the sheer amount of people packed into one area, the movement from the people dancing only contributing to the heat in the air.

Did people actually enjoy being this cramped? You wondered to yourself as you gently pushed a few people aside so you could get a better look of the area.

The man you were supposed to meet, your client, told you to wait for him out in a staff only hallway that led to an exit. He gave you the key to get into the hallway; he'd snatched it easily. This club needed better security.

You looked around the club, hardly able to make much out in the dim lighting. You squinted a little, attempting to stand up as straight as you could to look over the sea of heads. Luckily, your heels helped you gain some height, so it was a bit easier to see over other people.

You finally spotted a staff-only door on the very opposite end of the club, hidden away in a shaded corner.

You clutched your bag a bit tighter and began moving forward. The area was a sensory nightmare. It was excruciatingly claustrophobic, everyone was pressed tightly together like sardines, and music was blasting so loudly through the speakers it shook the ground.

Everyone was skin to skin, bodies pressed against each other, producing more and more heat into the air. The wave of boiling breeze that engulfed you was nearly nauseating, and the slight smell of sweat really wasn’t helping.

You continued guiding yourself through the crowd of people, occasionally getting shoved by couples aggressively grinding on each other, too focused on their lust for one another to pay attention to where they were going.

You did a quick scan of the mass of people again as you continued trudging through the crowd. You stopped for a moment noticing something, or rather someone, in particular. Your arm fell to your side as you paused from pushing people out your way upon spotting a familiar tuft of blonde hair in the horde of dancing young adults.

You had to be imagining things, right? Your plans to exchange this sample for a hefty paycheck had been extremely discreet. There was no way anyone would have found out about it. You knew that the man who was buying from you was trustworthy as well. It had to be a trick of the light, a hallucination caused by the sickeningly hot smell of sweat trapped all around you.

Couldn’t be him, no, there’s no way. You assured yourself as you continued making your way toward the hallway. It wasn’t him. Even if it was, there was no way he could’ve gotten word of your plans. He must’ve been after someone else.

Every message exchanged between you and your client had been encrypted. You knew better than to be sloppy and leave a paper trail. You were already wanted for other things from your past. You’d grown from those experiences. You were a real professional now.

You pushed yourself out of the crowd after forcing yourself to look away from the blonde man you’d spotted. You felt yourself leave the bubble of searing air once finally escaping the mob.

You took a moment to breathe in the cold air - it was a bit refreshing after previously being suffocated by heat.

You dug your hand into your purse and felt around for the key you were given. It was too dark to see anything inside your bag, so you were left with no other choice but to fish it out.

Impulsively, you glanced back at the swarm of dancers, thinking about that blonde man from earlier. As much as you wanted to keep reassuring yourself that there was no way it could be him, part of you had a sneaking suspicion that it was.

It’d make sense. You knew he lived to serve the government as their little dog, rolling over whenever he was told to. You know he lived to fight bioterrorism.

You didn’t support bioterrorism, no, never - you weren’t that type of person. But this lifestyle was the only thing that could keep the bills paid, keep food on the table, and keep the lights on.

You two seemed to be two sides of the same coin; over the years, you kept crossing paths. It truly wouldn’t be much of a surprise to you if it was him; more of a hindrance on your job. It was like you two were tied together, never truly able to leave one another alone.

Was it wrong that you liked it? It felt like the universe was keeping you two together. It was stupid to think, you knew it was probably just a coincidence, but you lived a rather lonely life. All you did was work, assisting people trying to spread harm with bioterrorism; you were no better than Leon. If anything, you were worse.

At least Leon’s job gave him some honor. People praised him for being the one to fight bioterrorism and save lives. People respected him. You, on the other hand? You spent life alone, living to work, which became extremely repetitive. It was tiring knowing you were partially responsible for these disasters. You were supplying the bioweapons.

Leon was the one good constant in your life.

Did he feel the same, though? You highly doubted that. He was an extremely attractive man, you both knew that. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was already committed to someone else. If you weren’t basically his enemy, you would’ve asked him out a long time ago.

You finally felt the jagged edges of a key and pulled it out of the bag, careful to not let anything else spill, right when your eyes spotted someone.

The blonde man from before again. This time he was closer. Still, he was a bit far and it was hard to makeout his face in the blur of the crowd surrounding him.

But those piercing blue eyes? Yeah… you recognized him. You recognized those pretty blues - you remembered staring longingly into his eyes during previous encounters. Even when the tension was thick and he was looking at you were hate, you couldn’t help but get lost in the ocean in his eyes.

It really is Leon... You thought to yourself, a little smirk crawling onto your lips. You snapped out of it and came back to your senses. It really is Leon. You thought again as you felt anxiety burning through your veins. If he was here, he was probably after the person attempting to sell off a virus sample.

You fumbled with the key a little and mentally cursed yourself for acting like a stupid cliche character in a horror film. You slowed your breathing to relax yourself, straightening out your posture again as you shoved the key forcefully into the lock. You swiftly jiggled it around, twisting your arm back and forth in a desperate attempt to get it unlocked.

“Fuck,” you cursed. You were being sloppy. And for what reason? Because you knew a man was actively trying to stop you? This wasn’t the first time.

It took an extra second for you to unlock the door. You quickly tossed the key back in, not bothering to check and make sure it was really secured in there.

You entered the hallway and shut the door behind you rather swiftly. You walked down the hall, bright white drywall surrounding you. It was a drastic contrast to the dark walls of the club in the previous room.

You walked toward the end of the hallway where an exit was. It led out to a dim alleyway behind the club nobody ever visited, not even staff, especially not this late at night. Your client had told you he’d come into the club from the alleyway so the exchange could be incredibly discreet. There were no cameras around because who would bother monitoring this area?

Even if there were cameras, it’d be damn near impossible to make things out. This alleyway was always shrouded in shadow, hiding away from the sun and the moon. Nobody would be able to identify two figures engulfed in darkness. It was just the right place for an exchange.

You felt a buzz in your bag, and you quickly grabbed your phone and flipped it open, accepting the call.

You heard your client angrily grunting before speaking. “Got a bit busy with things. Looks like the government is on our trail.” he muttered into the phone.

You pressed the phone up to your ear with one hand, your other hand grabbing your bag tighter.

“Thanks for the heads up, then.” you replied in a flat tone.

“I'm trying to get these assholes away from me, so I don’t just lead them to you,” he muttered. You could hear some background noise, clearly, he was driving. “In other words, I’m going to be a bit late,” he added.

“Well, that’s great.” you replied sarcastically as you walked toward the exit, leaning on the wall beside the door.

“Be on the lookout, okay?” he finally added.

Your lips parted as you attempted to reply until you heard the door behind you creak open. “Shit.” you mumbled. You heard your client ask you what was wrong before you quickly slammed your phone shut and stuffed it into your bag.

You were wanting confirmation if that man you saw was really Leon, and here it was. And he really was after you after all. This shouldn’t be surprising. You thought.

Swiftly, you pushed the exit door open and attempted to rush away from Leon. As soon as you took your first steps onto the gravel ground beneath you and you wobbled slightly, you immediately regretted your choice in shoes.

You lived by the phrase “fashion over function”, but right now, it was coming back to bite you in the ass.

You moved as quickly forward as you could in heels, but you knew you were no match for Leon. Or anyone not wearing heels for that matter. You mentally cursed yourself for being stupid, you really should’ve anticipated needing to run.

It was a pathetic attempt. You felt like helpless prey attempting to get away. Like an injured bunny desperately hopping away from a fox.

It wasn’t long before you were pressed against the wall, Leon’s big hands grasping your arms and keeping you pinned down.

“Got you.” he said quietly, his words breathy from chasing you.

You didn’t respond, only squirmed beneath his grip. You looked up at him as you knitted your eyebrows together. He was giving you that look. The look he always gave you. Serious and cold. Like he hated you.

Leon glanced down at the bag resting by your hip before glancing back at you. “You gonna hand that over?” he asked.

“Hand what over?” you replied, cocking your head to the side, feigning innocence. The sly smirk on your lips gave up your act, anyway. Not that Leon was falling for it.

“Don’t play dumb. I know you’re clever.” Leon replied, his voice gruff but lacking any real hostility. He liked you like this.

“No way. I’m not rolling over for you that easily.” you answered. You had a job to do, after all.

“You’ve always been that way, huh?” he asked you. “So reluctant to just give in to me.”

You squirmed a bit, Leon’s muscles tensed as he gripped your arm tighter, still careful to not hurt you. He was stronger than you, you were no match for him.

“I’ve got a job to do.” you replied.

“So do I.” he breathed.

You just gazed into his eyes longingly. It’d been a while since you’d last gotten to see his alluring eyes this close up. It was hard to see him that well as you two hid just out of reach from the moonlight. But you knew he was as handsome as ever.

“You look good tonight.” Leon mumbled. “Too bad that cute little outfit of yours is what got you here. Caught by me.”

Your body had stopped resisting at this point. You knew it was no use. Even if you could escape, you had nowhere to run. Leon smirked a little seeing you give in to him.

“I wasn’t anticipating being hunted.” you responded. “I can see that.” Leon was eyeing you up and down like you really were prey.

“Wasn’t anticipating seeing you here, either…” you added.

Leon tilted his head a little. “Really, now?” he returned. “Is me being here a good thing or a bad thing?”

You paused for a moment, licking your lips. Was Leon really asking you that?

“I can’t say anything about that.” you answered, although your real answer was obvious. Your body was practically a magnet to his body.

“That so?” he asked, tilting his head a little, his gaze drawn to your lips. “Mhm.”

“What a shame.” “Was there an answer you were expecting?” you asked. Leon’s hand moved to your chin, gently gripping it to force you to look right up at him.

“Can’t say anything about that.” Leon teased.

“You wanna play that game, huh?”

“Maybe.” Leon spoke.

You two were stuck there, eye-fucking each other, drinking in one another’s appearance in the dark alleyway. Most other people might not have found flirting with a man you hardly knew in a creepy, secluded alleyway romantic but you certainly did.

“Been a while since I’ve seen you.” Leon mumbled.

“Right. Last I checked, you were supposed to be working against me, not flirting with me. Not much of a hero, are you?” Leon merely scoffed in response. “Am I not allowed to just talk to you, hm? All I do all day is take down criminals and bioweapons… this is a nice change of pace for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Leon’s gaze was stuck on your eyes, and he couldn’t help himself. He moved his hand from your chin to your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss. A real one. One with passion. Not any half-assed kiss you’d get from a one-night stand.

Leon pulled back after a moment to get some air, a trail of saliva connected between both of your lips from an intense kiss.

“Missed you.” Leon mumbled.

“Really?” you replied. “More than you’d know.” Leon answered before pulling you into another kiss. “You don’t know how much I like seeing you. Even if we’re working against one another.” He mumbled against your lips.

You felt yourself giving up all of the instincts you’d normally have on the job. Your focus was on Leon and Leon only. You wanted this man as much as he wanted you.

Leon held onto your hips as he kissed you, again and again and again. Desperately. He wasn’t lying when he said he missed you.

Your arms draped around Leon’s shoulders as you kissed him back eagerly, moving your lips with his as you two desperately smashed faces.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself get horny and begin gently grinding against Leon. You were really no better than anyone inside that club. “Taste so good…” Leon mumbled between kisses, his eyes still shut.

You felt his tongue slip past your lips as you two kept kissing. Leon’s hand moved down and grabbed one of your thighs, gently lifting it as he pulled away from the kiss.

You glanced down at his large hand gripping your leg, lifting it to get easy access. Your eyes drifted and you noticed a bulge prodding out Leon’s pants. You didn’t know what you did to him - you didn’t know how many nights he spent desperately stroking himself to the thought of you. Whining and whimpering your name like a prayer before cumming all over his abs.

“You’re doing this on the job? How dirty.” you teased. Leon was eyeing your body through your dress as he replied. “You’re on the job too, aren’t you?” he asked.

He slid your dress up your leg with one hand and desperately unzipped his pants with his other.

“What if someone sees?” You asked Leon in a hushed voice.

“No one will come out here. That’s why you chose to deal with that sample here, right? Since you knew no one would be here?” Leon whispered into your neck before planting a few kisses down to your collarbone. You still smelt like your signature perfume. Leon would be lying if he said he didn't love that scent.

It was a miracle your perfume didn't rub off after swimming through that sea of sweaty people in the club.

Leon eventually pulled back a little and slid down his boxers, letting his hard cock out of his boxers. “Fuck.” he grunted to himself. His muscles relaxed as he finally freed his dick, a tiny little wet spot left behind from some pre-cum. He was easy; pinning you down made him leak like crazy.

Leon rubbed himself raw a little before returning to kissing your neck. You tilted your head, allowing him to continue as you let out a few quiet moans.

Leon continued holding your leg up, eventually moving his hand off his dick and up your dress. He was too desperate too undress you, he wanted to fuck you, here, now. You were feeling wobbly at this point. You were dripping at this point. Desperate for Leon to get inside you.

When was the last time you had sex again? You couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex with someone you had feelings for, either.

Leon kneeled down in front of you, keeping your leg lifted and on his shoulder. He slid down your panties. “A pretty outfit has some pretty lingerie underneath?” Leon teased seeing your lacy pink underwear. “I thought you said you weren’t expecting me.”

You scoffed. “Shut up.”

Leon slid your panties down to your knees, he didn’t care to pull them all the way off, he was too horny. His hand returned to his dick as his head moved beneath your dress. He let the fabric rest at the top of his head as he began eating you out.

“Ah-!” you gasped as you felt Leon’s tongue slide up and down, lapping your pussy, occasionally teasing your entrance.

“So good..” Leon mumbled against your skin, continuing to ravage you like he’d been starved of sex for years. His tongue stayed relentless, his tongue circling your clit cruelly. You felt heat deep in your core as he slid his tongue in you, desperate to taste every last inch of your skin.

You desperately whined his name repeatedly. Leon felt like he was dreaming. You’d both had fantasized about this, admittedly. As much as Leon stroked himself thinking of you, you’d also bounced yourself on a large dildo thinking about Leon.

“Fuck..!” you gasped as you felt Leon getting you dangerously close to climaxing until you felt Leon pull away quickly, not wanting you to get off that soon.

Leon got back onto his feet and smirked upon seeing the disappointment on your face.

“You’re so cruel.” you whined as Leon pulled you into another kiss.

“Am I now?” Leon smirked against your lips, his hand on your thigh, still forcing you to keep that leg up, not wanting you to relax. Leon lifted your dress again in order to see your entrance.

He held his dick in one hand to gently guide himself toward your entrance. He rubbed his leaking tip against you as he looked you in the eyes, enjoying seeing you quietly suffer. “You want it?” He asked. “Yeah..” you breathed. Here you were. Acting like a desperate slut, how shameful.

Leon pushed his hips forward and entered you. You leaned further against the wall, grunting as you felt Leon stuff his dick all the way inside you. Leon had no clue how many times you had pretended your dildo was his dick. And you’d never admit to it. But his dick was a thousand times better than any toy. You didn’t know how you’d go back to silicone after feeling his flesh. “Fuck…” you gasped as you felt Leon all the way inside you. You placed your hand on his cheek as you watched his face get red, his lips parted as he breathed, his eyebrows furrowed as he felt your pussy clench around him. “So fucking good… so damn tight…” he grunted. After savoring the sensation for a moment, he began thrusting his hips against you at an even pace, gripping your waist tightly.

Leon let out little groans and grunts as he fucked you relentlessly, getting sloppy and desperate with each thrust. You were clenching around him in just the right way as he kept slamming deep into you, desperate to make sure he knew every inch of you. “Fuck, let me see those pretty tits.” Leon grunted as he dug his nails a bit into your thigh, not wanting to hurt you but he just couldn’t control himself.

You pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pulled the fabric down to show off your bra that matched your pink lacy panties.

Leon took a moment to drink in what was in front of him. Fuck, you were hot. He’d be using this memory as new material to jerk off to for months, or even years.

Leon removed his hand off your waist and slid it between your back and the wall behind you for a moment to unclip his bra. Leon pulled your bra off your chest and stared at your tits as he fucked you.

His eyes never left your chest as he continued mercilessly pounding you into the wall. You wouldn't believe it. You were sleeping with the enemy. But who cared? This felt like heaven.

Leon whispered your name between grunts and moans as he desperately fucked you harder and harder. You flicked your thumb against his cheek and used your other hand to begin rubbing your clit.

"Harder, please..." you begged Leon through desperate moans and gasps. "Yeah?" he breathed. "You want it harder?" he asked breathlessly, pumping his hips ruthlessly.

Leon rested his head on your shoulder, occasionally kissing it as he melted, becoming a moaning mess as he kept thrusting. Damn, he had good stamina. Your moans became progressively more choked up the closer you got to climaxing.

“So warm…” Leon moaned, getting a bit pussy drunk at this point. He shut his eyes as his hips snapped against yours. You squirmed and whined a little as you felt him find your spongy spot. He abused that spot, your reactions making it obvious you were pleasured.

“Gonna cum, baby…” Leon whispered breathlessly into your neck.

“Mph… me too…” you moaned. “Don’t pull out, baby…”

You squinted your eyes as you continued to rub your clit desperately. You gasped and arched your back as you felt yourself finally orgasm onto Leon’s dick. “Le-” you moaned loudly, nearly squealing his name before being silenced as Leon covered your mouth with his hand.

Leon’s grunts got progressively louder as he kept using your hole to get off before he inevitably came inside you. Leon held you there for a few minutes as he attempted to catch his breath. “Ah… fuck…” he whimpered as he pulled away. He pulled out his dick and lifted your dress to watch you leak his cum.

You quickly slid your panties back up so you wouldn’t drip Leon’s cum onto the floor and leave evidence of your guys’ shenanigans in the wild.

“Leon.” you breathed, your legs shaky. You quickly threw your bra back on and pulled your dress back up.

“That was so good. Better than porn. Better than anything I could’ve imagined.” Leon mumbled.

He leaned in to kiss you again until you both heard the distance shuffles of a few speeding cars and quickly remembered what you two were doing before deciding to fuck each other.

“Shit… they got your client. The government's probably on your ass now.” Leon said, voice still gruff from climaxing.

You looked out the alleyway, then back at Leon, giving him puppy eyes. “I’ll help you out.” Leon added, breaking the silence. He wouldn’t let you get caught and arrested.

“You-” you started, brain still scrambled. “You’d get punished if anyone found out.” you spoke.

“I won’t let them find out then.” he quipped back swiftly. You knew you had no time to argue. Leon kneeled down in front of the wall and let you step onto his shoulders before he stood up and you climbed onto the nearby roof. You took a moment to correct your balance, hating yourself even more for wearing heels. But you couldn’t have anticipated the night you’d had.

You glanced back down at Leon. “Go.” he instructed you, gesturing for you to leave. “See you another time, Leon.” you replied quietly as you headed off to make your escape, Leon rushing back inside the club to go settle the agents that had arrived to search for you.

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mrgoldmc26 · 4 months ago

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IU's Contract Renewal

Tags: Gangbang, blowbang, spitroasting, airtight, betrayal, bondage, piss play, humiliation, degradation and more...

Word Count: 9.2k

The following is a Fan Fiction and should be treated as such.

With just a little bit over six months remaining on her current contract, today was a big day for IU. It was a quiet Sunday morning, the kind that made the world feel slower, emptier.

After arriving at EDAM Entertainment's building, she stepped out of the car, flanked by her lawyer and bodyguard as they made their way toward the elevator—the familiar routine of a contract renewal settling in her mind.

She thought this would just be another simple contract renewal, but little did she know, it was going to be far from it.

Over the past few weeks, she had asked Bae Jong-han, her manager of fifteen years and also CEO of EDAM Entertainment, for details about the renewal. Usually, he was transparent, walking her through every clause and adjustment. But this time, he had been uncharacteristically vague, offering nothing but polite reassurances.

When she got to the place where the meeting was set to take place, it was empty. It was an office she had been in countless times before. It was spacious, with a large, oval wooden table dominating the center of the room, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lighting. At the far end, directly opposite the entrance, a TV hung on the wall, its black screen blank and unassuming for now. Just beneath it, a wall-mounted safe was embedded into the wall, its digital keypad and sturdy steel door a silent guardian of the valuables that were stored inside. To the right, a door led to a small private bathroom, a convenience she had used more times than she could count during long discussions.

IU exhaled softly, placing her bag on one of the chairs before turning to her lawyer and bodyguard.

"I'm going to do a quick makeup check." She said, making her way to the small bathroom.

Inside, she stood before the mirror, adjusting a stray strand of hair before carefully inspecting her makeup. Everything was in place, but the habit had become second nature—one final check before any important meeting. As she smoothed out the edge of her lipstick, a faint noise came from outside, signaling more people had arrived. Without wasting any more time, she hurried to finish up and stepped out of the bathroom, returning to the office.

Upon her return, she saw none other than Bae Jong-han, the man who had guided her career from the very beginning, standing with the same composed expression he always wore in these contract renewals. Beside him stood EDAM's lawyer, a man in his forties with sharp, observant eyes, and several board members seated at the table, waiting in silence. Near the double doors, on opposite sides, stood two bodyguards—EDAM's on the left, a tall, strong black guy, and IU’s on the right. Both remained still, their presence a silent yet heavy reminder of the power struggle unfolding in the room.

A warm smile broke across IU's face as she approached her longtime friend and manager.

"Jong-han oppa." IU said, as she, without hesitation, wrapped her arms around him in a brief but sincere hug, feeling the familiarity of fifteen years of trust.

"Good to see you, Jieun. Are you ready to get started?"

"I'm not sure. You always tell me details ahead of contract renewals, but this time you didn't say anything."

"Well, there are some changes we want to implement, and I didn't want to address them in private."

"Very well. Let's get started." He said, as he made his way to the TV and turned it on to begin a PowerPoint presentation. IU sat down next to her lawyer, with EDAM's lawyer sitting in front of them.

"Before we go over the contract in detail, I want to give you a brief overview. It's largely the same as before, but we've made some adjustments, particularly on the musical side of things."

"But before we get into that, let's talk about Jieun's acting career very briefly."

"The board is extremely pleased with the results. IU has proven herself as a top-tier actress, and the numbers reflect that. We want her to continue pursuing acting, since it’s a valuable part of her brand, and it's by far what earns us the most money."

IU gave a small nod, a quiet sense of pride settling in. Acting had always been something she cared about, and hearing it acknowledged so positively, even in business terms, felt validating.

"Now, onto the music."

"As you all know, our primary goal over the past few years has been to solidify IU as the top female soloist in Korea."

"I believe we've done a pretty good job with that up until recently. However, there are some new threats."

"Our main threats are these four ladies." He added, showing a picture of each Blackpink member.

"They are obviously the most popular female K-Pop idols in the world, and ever since they have started doing solo activities, their popularity has only gotten bigger. Also, if we add up all of their solo songs, and compare them to their group songs, their solo discography is now bigger than their group discography."

"Because of that, the rest of the company and I believe that IU is no longer the most popular soloist in Korea."

The words stung, and despite her best efforts to remain composed, a flicker of disappointment crossed IU's face. She shifted slightly in her seat, fingers brushing over the fabric of her skirt as if grounding herself. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard something like this in a business meeting, but that didn’t make it any easier. She had dedicated years to reaching the top, and hearing that her position was slipping, even from a strictly analytical standpoint, left an uneasy feeling settling in her chest.

"Now, that wasn't our only goal. We also believed that it was possible to fight against those K-Pop groups, but that has turned out to be a total failure."

"We are still not bigger than the most popular 3rd gen girl groups, like Blackpink, Twice and Red Velvet. And now, not only we have been overtaken by almost all the biggest 4th gen girl groups, but also by some of the 5th gen girl groups. This cannot happen! It's unacceptable!"

"These groups are known all around the world, but you...Jieun...you are only known in Korea, and we need to change that."

"Your songs are just not good enough." He added, as IU's disappointment only grew more apparent, the words hitting her like a stab to the chest.

"But do not fear...I've got a solution."

"Jieun...you might not like this, but...the company and I believe you should change your concept, and approach a more main stream vibe."

"We believe that you should try a Pop-Rock concept. It's very popular in the West."

"What? No! That would be selling my soul to the devil. I will not do it. I don't care about numbers, or views. I care about my fans and what is real to me."

"I was afraid you would say that, but I got another solution..."

"How about we change the way you dress?"

"I don't wanna bring them up again, but Blackpink has been wearing less and less clothes lately, and it seems to be working. Also, girls like Wonyoung have been showing up a whole lot more skin lately, and it's been driving everyone insane."

"Bae Jong-han...are you serious right now? How could you? This has to be a joke, right?"

"We are not joking. The industry has changed, and we need change...we need YOU to change. Our numbers are horrible right now, and we need to do something about it."

"I can't believe you would suggest those things...change my concept and dress like a slut? No chance."

"Jieun...you have no other options. We got the final saying."

"No, I refuse to believe that. I'm not signing anything right now. We'll see you next week." She said, a tear running down her face as she rushed out of the office, followed by her bodyguard and her lawyer.

IU was furious, sad and disappointed. She couldn't believe her CEO, but most importantly her manager and long time friend would suggest those things. IU knew the numbers were bad, and she wanted to do everything in her power to fix them, but not by compromising her values.

She spent the next week locked in her apartment with her lawyer, reading the new proposed contract and going over her current contract to try and find something she could use to make her way out of it. After going through both contracts a thousand times, her lawyer told her there was no way out.

IU couldn't believe it, and she refused to accept her fate. She called her manager over and over again, begging him, pleading with him to change the contract, but he wasn't having it. Desperation turned to anger, and she finally snapped, firing him right then and there over the phone, her voice sharp and unwavering. Yet his reaction was as indifferent as ever, unbothered and almost amused, as if he had expected this all along.

By the time Sunday arrived, IU had barely slept the night before. No matter how many times she went over the possibilities, they all led back to the same cold, hard truth—there was no easy way out. Still, she refused to let them win.

Around 11 AM, she arrived at the building, her bodyguard walking beside her in silence, whilst her lawyer carried a folder filled with notes from the past week. Last time, she had stepped through these doors feeling hopeful, even relaxed, trusting that they would find a solution. Now, that hope was gone. Her chest was tight, her jaw clenched, and every step felt heavier than the last. There was no more room for wishful thinking. Just quiet, unwavering determination to protect her image and the creative freedom she had spent years fighting for.

As they entered the conference room, IU immediately saw that something was different. Last time, she had been the first to arrive, left waiting while they made her stew in uncertainty, but this time around, they were already there. However, unlike before, the rest of the board members were nowhere to be seen.

Bae Jong-han sat comfortably at the head of the table, with his lawyer beside him and his own bodyguard standing near the door. There was no act of concern this time around. Just a smug expression as he leaned back in his chair, watching her like he had already won.

"Where are the others?"

"Not here. They are not coming."

IU didn’t waste time with greetings. No handshakes, no pleasantries. She simply set her bag down, took her seat, and folded her hands in front of her, meeting his gaze without an ounce of hesitation.

"So, Jieun...are you ready to sign?"

"IU. My name is IU." She said, stopping him from using her real name.

"And no. I refuse to sign the contract."

"What's your plan, then?...IU?..."

"I'm going to run down my contract, and I'll find another company."

"Good luck with that." He said, chuckling at IU's words.

"Tell me, IU...what company do you think is going to take you? Who's going to sign a 31 year-old who's past her prime? Someone who can't compete in streams or views against today's idols?" He said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.

"You're irrelevant now, IU. It's not 2017 anymore...you're no longer the industry's golden girl. You don't have the numbers, you don't have the youth, and most importantly, you don't have the power."

"So tell me, who's going to waste their money on you?"

"Let me answer that for you...NOBODY!!!"

"YOU need us just as much as we need you!" He said, slamming his fist on the table.

With IU being the sole artist under EDAM's wing, she was their only real source of revenue. However, from their perspective, her music career wasn’t keeping up with the rapidly changing K-pop landscape. Compared to today’s idols, her Spotify monthly listeners lagged behind, her music videos didn’t rack up views as quickly, and international streaming numbers weren’t what they could be. The company saw a clear solution. If IU abandoned her creative freedom and let them take control, they could reshape her image, Westernize her sound, and push her into the mainstream global market. They knew the potential was there, and if she just played along, the profits could be astronomical.

"What happened? Where is this side coming from?" She asked.

"You were supposed to be my best friend, my manager, my emotional support, and all of a sudden, you've turned into this corporate monster." IU added, her eyes starting to tear up.

"The industry has changed, IU, and so has EDAM."

"We have to adapt, or we'll die, and I won't let us die." He said, his tone sounding like your typical day-to-day CEO of a company, obsessed with numbers, power and control.

"What about us, what about the friendship we had for the past FIFTEEN years?"

"IU...I'm just doing what's best for business. I hope you can understand."

The room went silent for the next couple of minutes, neither side wanting to back down from their positions. From IU's side, it was a matter of protecting her values and her brand. On EDAM's side, it was a matter of optimizing IU, and turning her into the biggest money-making machine as possible.

IU knew he was right. There was no way any company was going to sign her, not at her age. Starting from scratch was a no-go either. She was rich, but not that filthy rich, to create a company from nothing, especially now without her manager.

"Jieun...listen..."

"Don't...don't you dare call me that."

"How important is this for you? To stay true to your roots and to keep your identity as a K-Pop idol?"

"Everything. It...it means everything to me."

"Very well..." He said, reaching into his briefcase and pulling out yet another contract.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but..."

"The rest of the board members and I discussed another possibility. One that would allow you to do whatever you wanted, without any pressure from us." He added, tossing the contract onto the large wooden oval table.

"What's the catch?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he took his time walking around the table, stopping beside her. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You see...there's something I've wanted from you for a very long time."

"Do I need to say it, or do you know where this is going?" He added, with a sickening grin spread across his face.

"I...I know where this going..." IU responded, her heart practically shattering into a million pieces, and her body feeling disgusted at the thought.

She had heard the stories...so many of them. Trainees who had their dreams dangled in front of them like bait, only to be forced into submission behind closed doors. Idols, some of whom had come to her in confidence, broken and ashamed, whispering about the things they had endured to secure a debut, a comeback, a single opportunity to further their careers and achieve their dreams in an industry that never played fair.

It had scorched her for years, haunted her in ways she never spoke about. Because she knew the truth...she knew it firsthand. Because once, a long time ago, when she was just a girl fighting for a place in this world, it happened to her. And now, after all these years, after everything she had built, everything she had overcome, it was happening again.

She thought those days were long gone. Never in a million years she thought she'd have to go through it again, especially this late into her music career, but she was wrong. It turned out that the industry hadn't changed. It had always been the same, and no matter how much time passed, there was nothing people could do to stop the monsters that lurked within it.

"Is this really the only way?"

"Yes...that is what the board wants. They want to see you, in ALL your glory." He said, moving behind her and rubbing his hands on her nude, cold shoulders.

"But they're not here."

"But the camera is." He said, pointing at the camera on the corner of the ceiling.

"If you agree, I'll press a button, and they'll be able to watch and listen to EVERYTHING that happens here."

"So that's it? I just need to suck your cock, and I'm free forever?"

"Oh, no. Hell no. No, no, no, IU. You're going to have to do a whole lot more than that."

"The board wants to see you used and humiliated. They want to see you get taken by everyone in this room."

IU's stomach churned, and a wave of nausea rose up inside her. This was not the path she ever wanted to take. IU knew she had other options. She had a way out of this, and yet, somehow, this was still her best option.

"And that is all? If I give you my body, you promise that you will leave my creative freedom alone?"

"If you do this and accept it, you are allowed to do whatever you want with your career from now on. We will never push you to do something you don't want. You will have full control."

Everything that the CEO said beforehand stung like a thousand needles, but that last line was the light at the end of the tunnel. What IU had always wanted. What she thought she had and was suddenly taken away from her for just some more money, at the cost of creative control. She could have it once again, and forever this time. All she had to do was let them have their way with her, and record everything.

"So...do we have a deal?"

"If this is what it takes...then yes. Take me." She said, surrendering her body to him. The CEO's grin only grew bigger, and he didn't hesitate pressing the button and turning on the camera, making sure the red light was on, so that the rest of the board could watch what was about to go down.

"Jieun, are you sure about this?" Her lawyer said.

"Yes. I w-want this...I...I need this."

Before IU could say any more words, she felt a pair of hands grab her neck and push over onto the table. It was the company's black bodyguard, just following orders from his boss. IU's own bodyguard stepped up to protect her, but IU intervened.

"No. Let him."

"Are you sure, miss Lee?"

"Yes...this needs to happen. It's for my future."

Her lawyer and bodyguard watched as IU got put on her knees and got surrounded by the three other men, all eager for her touch and attention.

"C'mon Jieun...take out our cocks and start sucking." He said, loosening the tie around his neck and removing his suit jacket.

"I told you to not call me that. You've lost that privilege." She said, resentment flickering across her face as she dropped his pants and took out his cock.

To her surprise, it was much bigger than she had expected—far larger than any of her past boyfriends. Not that she would ever admit it. She would rather let him fuck her than give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it.

"I can call you whatever the fuck I want. I've waited for this for more than ten years. Ten fucking years, praying that one day you'd turn to me and ask me to fuck you senseless, and here I am, finally getting what I want."

"WHAT I DESERVE!!!" He shouted, stomping his foot on the table.

"Are you going to let me suck your cock or what?! I can't fucking do it if you keep complaining and moving around like a corporate little BITCH." She shouted back, showing the real anger and resentment she was feeling.

"Uhhh, feisty...I like that. Fifteen years together, and this is the first time I've seen this side of you."

Her former manager stayed still, and IU parted her lips. Her mouth had barely opened before it was stuffed with cock. It was hot and throbbing, and she felt his hand tighten around her hair.

"Fuck...I've wanted this for so long."

He gave a satisfied moan and pushed her head deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate his thickness. IU struggled to breathe, her nose pressing against his pubes and the smell of musk invading her nostrils, and the problem was, it was not an unpleasant one.

IU couldn't explain it, but the way his cock stretched her lips and got harder in her mouth, the musky scent filling her senses, and the salty taste of his pre-cum on her tongue sent an unexpected shiver through her body. Despite the anger and frustration burning inside her, she couldn't ignore the way her body responded to it. She could feel her panties getting wetter with each thrust of his hips, and the sight of her own drool trickling down her chin was making her pussy ache with need.

She'd never imagined herself in this position, but there was no denying that it felt good. So good, that despite her best efforts, she couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped her lips as he buried his cock deep inside her throat.

Around her, the other two men dropped their pants to reveal their hard cocks. The lawyer's dick had some decent size to it, but IU's eyes were all over the bodyguards massive black cock. She reached out to grab both of them and stroked them slowly.

"Look at you, doing things so willingly. I didn't have to ask you."

IU ignored him and instead remained focused on the task at hand. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft, and her lips slid up and down his length, her saliva making it slick and easy to glide in and out. He threw his head back, lost in the pleasure of her mouth, and that's when he noticed her lawyer and her bodyguard still watching from the sidelines.

"Hey, you two. Come here. The company wants all of us to use this slut, and that includes both of you."

They looked at each other before looking at IU, as if asking for her permission. She nodded at them and continued sucking off her former manager. IU switched soon after, taking another dick into her mouth and stroking two more as she waited for her lawyer's and bodyguard's cocks.

Just like the company's bodyguard, hers was also packing, but that's something she already knew. When she was on tour, he was her form of stress relief after long shows. Truth be told, it had been a long time since IU had seen his huge dick, as she was on hiatus, due to her acting commitments.

As for her lawyer, he wasn't far behind. She had never seen him naked, and she was quite surprised by the length of his shaft. IU finally found herself surrounded by them and their big cocks. It had been months since the last time she had sex with anyone, so now, to be surrounded by five big dicks, her body couldn't help but respond.

IU needed her creative freedom, and her body needed this...badly!

Her CEO moved behind her, dropping to his knees and lifting her dress, exposing her perky tits. He started to squeeze and grope them, as IU kept switching from one cock to another, constantly trying to give each one an equal amount of attention.

IU's tight skirt was up next. He quickly pulled it down to her knees alongside her underwear, giving him an unobstructed view of her tight pussy and her plump ass. She had an amazing ass, round and juicy, and it looked even better when it was naked and on display. But as much as he liked IU's ass, her pussy had his full attention.

He put his hand between her legs and ran a finger along her slit, causing her to gasp and her entire body to shiver. IU's pussy was beyond soaked. She was dripping, and he could feel her wetness coating his fingers. He couldn't help but smirk at the knowledge that despite all her protests, IU was secretly enjoying this.

"Fucking slut. Look at this." He said, bringing his fingers up and showing them to her.

"You are enjoying this, I knew it."

IU looked at his fingers and couldn't help but smile around the cock in her mouth. She hated the way her body was betraying her, and yet, there was something incredibly arousing about being the center of attention and getting pleasured by five men at the same time.

He rubbed her clit a couple more times, and then plunged a finger deep inside her, pumping it in and out, causing her body to jerk and her moans to increase. Her pussy was tight and wet, and the sounds of his fingers moving inside her were intoxicating.

"Do you have nothing to say, Jieun?"

IU stopped bobbing her head around the cock in her mouth and let it drop from her lips, before tilting her head to the side and glancing over her shoulder at him, her eyes burning with lust and her chest rising and falling as she panted for air.

"Shut up and just fuck me already."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt his hands on her back, pushing her forward. IU used her hands to soften the impact, and she found herself on all fours, ass raised and exposed, her face hovering just inches from her bodyguard's cock.

"Do it...fuck my face. It's not like you haven't done it before."

"Are you sure, miss Lee?"

"Yes...make me gag on it."

IU could tell her bodyguard was still feeling a bit guilty, but his urges won over, and he grabbed a hold of her head. She felt him guide her towards his shaft, and she parted her lips to welcome it inside her warm and inviting mouth.

"Wait, what? You seriously let him fuck you before me?" Her former manager said, furious that she had let her own bodyguard have her before him, the man who had spent years supporting her.

"That's none of your fucking business." IU said, after pulling away from the dick in her mouth.

She grabbed his length and slapped it on her tongue a few times, before putting his cock back in her mouth.

"You are gonna pay for that, slut." The CEO said.

He didn't waste any time, immediately burying his face between her legs and running his tongue up her slit, lapping up her juices. It had been a long time since she'd had anything inside her pussy, so it was a shock when his tongue entered her and his fingers spread her folds open, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

IU had no idea her pussy could be so sensitive, and her mind went fuzzy as he devoured her. The feeling of his lips and tongue working her clit was incredible, and the sensation of him sucking on her inner lips and flicking his tongue back and forth had her gasping and moaning.

A pool of IU's spit had formed underneath her head, as the lawyers and the bodyguards took turns fucking her face over and over again. She was a drooling mess for their big cocks, and she was having way too much fun taking their lengths down her throat. So much so, that she was caught off guard when her CEO's tongue slipped out of her pussy, only to be replaced by the tip of his cock.

The sensation of him pushing himself inside her, inch by inch, was something that she had almost forgotten what it felt like—to have a cock inside her pussy.

"So fucking tight...just like I thought it would be."

"Can't believe I finally get the chance to fuck the shit out of you."

He gripped her ass and began pounding into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room. His thrusts were relentless, and IU found herself struggling to stay focused on the cocks in front of her, the feeling of her CEO's dick pounding into her, and the pleasure that was building deep within her was almost overwhelming, and she started moaning out loudly.

Her moans were muffled by the dick in her mouth, and her pussy tightened around her former manager's cock as she rocked her hips back and forth. Being spitroasted on top of the table and getting passed around like a slut was definitely not on her bingo card when she woke up that morning, but the truth was, she had never felt more alive.

Wanting to hear her moans, her former manager pulled her up by the hair, forcing her back to arch and her tits to bounce freely with each thrust. His hand slid around her waist, and he started playing with her clit, rubbing it and squeezing it between his fingers.

"Oh fuck, yesss. Right there, just like that." She said, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

"You love this, don't you? Admit it. You love getting fucked by five men at the same time." He whispered into her ear.

Whatever game IU was playing, of not wanting to admit it, was long gone—she had lost that game ages ago. There was no more point to keep denying, so she stopped fighting her body and mind. She decided to embrace her true desires, and just enjoy the moment.

"Mmmm hmmm...I love it. I love having five big cocks to play with."

"I want to feel all of your cocks inside me, please." She added, biting her fingernail.

"I knew it. You are nothing but a slut."

"A pathetic whore, standing up for yourself and your stupid creative freedom."

"You should let us fuck you and still let me control your career."

"Never! Just shut up and fuck me. Make me cum on your dick."

IU's wish was exactly what he wanted, so he gave her just that. He slammed his cock deeper inside her and increased the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

The more he fucked her, the harder it was for her to focus on the cocks in her mouth, and she had to let them go, and rest her face on the wooden table, drooling uncontrollably as the CEO slammed into her pussy.

That didn't stop the men from finding an angle in which they could offer their throbbing cocks to IU, and she gladly took them in. Whenever she was slurping on a dick, the others were either stroking their shafts or they were slapping them hard cocks on her messy face.

Her orgasm was building, and she could feel it approaching fast. The sensation of being stuffed full, the feeling of his balls smacking against her clit, and the way he was massaging it had her on the edge of climaxing. She tried to fight it, tried to hold back for as long as she could, but her body betrayed her, and she exploded in ecstasy, her body trembling and her pussy clamping down on the CEO's cock inside her.

"Good fucking slut. I thought I would never see this day...the day you came on my cock." He said, pulling out of her and slapping her ass with all his might, making her jolt slightly and let out a muffled whimper around the cock currently stuffed down her throat.

"I need a fucking rest. You boys have fun with that dumb slut." He added, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator before sitting down on a chair.

Initially, they behaved like a pack of hyenas, fighting each other to see which one could fuck IU's pussy first, but after arguing in for a while, they came to the conclusion that there was no point in fighting since they were all going to take turns on her.

The company's men were up first, with the lawyer taking her from behind whilst IU slobbered all over the bodyguard's huge black dick. She wrapped her hand around the base of his length and stroked him, as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, making him groan in pleasure.

"Fuckkkk, suck my black cock just like that, bitch. I'm going to fuck the shit out of that ass later on."

IU looked at him and gave him a dirty look, as if she was challenging him to do his worst. She was a bit scared, since it had been ages since the last time she had a cock up her ass, but she was also too far gone in the pleasure to want anything else. She couldn't wait to have his massive black cock stretching her asshole.

The two of them were not holding anything back. They were using her like a fuckdoll, slamming into her over and over, forcing her to gag and choke on the bodyguard's black dick, and making her tits bounce with every thrust. It was the most intense sexual experience she had ever had, and she couldn't get enough of it.

Eventually, they made way for IU's own personnel to use her. Unlike the company's men, they went much slower, taking their time to enjoy her body. They also knew the situation IU was in, only doing this to get what she wanted, so they decided to go easy on her. As much as IU wanted to be taken, she was never going to complain about a little "break".

Being his first time with IU, her lawyer was thrusting in faster than her bodyguard, unable to contain his excitement of finally fucking the most respected soloist in South Korea. Her bodyguard let IU do whatever she wanted to his long, hard cock, and fortunately for him, that was rapid deepthroats, with a little bit of ball sucking mixed in.

Whenever she wasn't impaling her head on his shaft, her hand was taking care of it, sliding up and down on it as her mouth concentrated on his balls, taking them both in her mouth and giving them the attention they deserved.

"Fuckkkk, I love this cock so fucking much."

"Damn...it's been ages since the last time we did this, Miss Lee."

"Don't tell me about it. I need to release an album and go on tour again, so I can have this cock every day, before and after the shows." She said, before going back to worship his massive shaft.

The four guys kept swapping between themselves as they kept spitroasting IU, and they couldn't help but wonder how she was able to take all their dicks over and over again, and still talk and moan as they fucked both of her holes. She was like a machine, never getting tired, no matter how much cock was stuffing her.

IU kept getting pounded and passed around like a slut nonstop, loving every single second of it. The taste of their pre-cum on her tongue and the feeling of their big, thick cocks sliding in and out of her mouth and pussy was intoxicating, and the knowledge that she was bringing these men pleasure with her body was extremely arousing.

"Looks like you're having fun, Jieun...taking cock after cock, huh?" The CEO pointed out, to which IU simply nodded her head the best she could, with her lips sealed tight around her lawyer's cock.

"I can't hear you...I wanna hear you say it."

IU let go of the dick in her mouth before she answered his question.

"I do. I love taking all of your cocks. I need moreeee!" She said, her eyes full lust.

"I'm so glad we are in agreement, Jieun." He said, letting out a laugh, before turning around and making his way to the wall-mounted safe.

At this point, IU no longer cared about him using her real name. All she wanted was to drain their cocks so that she could have the contract that she so badly desired.

"Remember this? So many reunions in this office...you always asked what's inside, and I never told you. You spent several minutes before and after each meeting, trying to crack the code without any success."

"Are you ready to find out what's inside?"

IU, naked and on her knees in the middle of table, with spit running down her chin, simply nodded her head, eager to finally know the contents of the safe.

Her former manager didn't keep her waiting for too long. He entered the passcode and turned the handle, causing the safe door to open. Once opened, he pulled the door fully open, and showed her the content.

From what IU could see, inside the safe there were stacks of money, a bunch of documents, and a gun. However, that wasn't what her CEO was looking for. He reached inside, searching through the contents until his fingers closed around something specific. When he pulled out a thick coil of rope, IU's breath caught in her throat. She knew exactly what was about to happen.

She had never been tied up during sex before, and the thought of being restrained and used entirely for their pleasure sent a shiver down her spine. It was both intriguing and terrifying.

As IU tried to process what was coming, the company's bodyguard suddenly moved her aside, taking her spot where she had been kneeling. He lay down on his back, broad and steady, before he turned to her.

"Come here, bitch."

She obeyed, settling on top of him, her back pressing against his chest. He adjusted her, pulling her higher until her shoulders rested on his, her head hanging back over his shoulder. As for IU's own bodyguard stepped between her legs, waiting for the CEO's next orders.

The CEO handed him the rope, while gripping IU's legs. At the same time, the company's lawyers took hold of her arms, forcing them against her legs.

"Tie her up like this."

Her bodyguard hesitated for a split second before nodding.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lee."

"It's okay. I want this. Trust me."

Even with her reassurance, guilt flickered across his face. He made sure to tie the knots just loose enough to keep her comfortable, but still tight enough to keep her restrained.

When he was finished, the others slowly let go, leaving IU bound and immobilized, her limbs tightly secured, with only the strength of her muscles and the rope keeping her restrained.

The CEO placed himself in front of her and started to stroke his hard cock inches away from her face, whilst he played with her tits with his other.

"Are you ready Jieun?"

"Yes. Shove those big dicks inside me and pump me full of cum."

"My holes are yours to use and play with."

There was no more hesitation in IU's. There was no hole of hers that was off limits. She was bound and helpless, completely at their mercy, and she loved it.

With a grin on his face, the CEO pressed the tip of his cock against her lips, and they parted instantly, welcoming his shaft inside. As her tongue ran along his length, he started thrusting in and out of her mouth.

As for the bodyguards, they each grabbed hold of their shafts and pressed them against IU's respective holes, before slowly sliding them inside her, one inch at a time. Even with a cock down her throat, a loud moan could still be heard, as she felt the sensation of her pussy and asshole being filled with their thick shafts.

They started off slowly, savoring the moment and letting IU adjust to having their big cocks inside her. With her legs tied and her hands secured, there was no way for her to move or to guide their pace, so she was completely at their mercy, forced to lay there and take whatever they had to offer.

After a couple of minutes, they picked up the pace, and unsurprisingly out of the two bodyguards, it was IU's who was fucking her slowest, taking his time with her and making sure she was comfortable.

As much as IU loved having her bodyguard treating her like a delicate flower, she wanted more. She needed him to fuck her pussy harder and make her scream. But she couldn't speak, not when her throat was currently filled with a huge cock.

Her former manager was giving her no quarter, pounding her throat hard. He was thrusting in and out of her, filling her mouth with his length, and causing her to choke and gag on his cock.

"Look at you, taking these cocks so well. I should've done this sooner." He said, putting one hand on her breast and pinching her nipple.

Her other nipple was not getting any less attention. The company's bodyguard had his hand wrapped around it and was twisting it hard, making IU gasp sharply before letting out a muffled moan. He had his other hand around her waist, holding her still as he fucked her tight asshole with his big black cock.

"You are such an anal slut, taking my black dick like that."

"I'm going to fuck it hard until I cum deep inside it."

"Gonna make sure you won't be able to walk for a whole week after I'm done with you."

These weren't just words being thrown around—he was dead serious. The guy was relentless, using her body however he wanted, thrusting in and out of her ass with authority and claiming her asshole for himself.

The two lawyers were the only ones left without a place to put their cocks, so they decided to join the CEO, kneeling next to IU's head so that they could slap their hard cocks across her face. They were enjoying the view in front of them, seeing an airtight bound IU being used like a whore.

IU had been double penetrated a handful of times before, but not with cocks as big as these. She could feel their lengths sliding in and out of her holes, filling her up and stretching her to new limits. It was an incredible feeling, one that had her moaning around the dick currently stuffed down her throat.

"Are you enjoying this Jieun?" The CEO asked, obviously not getting an answer.

"Don't you know it's rude not to reply?" He added, pulling his cock out of her mouth.

Before IU could respond, his cock was already back inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat a couple of times, before pulling it out once more, this time to slap her in the face.

"Answer me, Jieun."

"Mmmm, I'm enjoying it...a lot." She replied, her voice barely audible.

She was completely cock drunk, unable to think or process anything besides the sensation of her holes being filled.

"How does it feel, slut? To have a big cock inside each and every single one of your holes?"

"Taking all of them at the same time? ANSWER ME!"

IU took her sweet time, trying to form a sentence in her mind. In her defense, it was kinda hard to come up with anything when she had two massive cocks in her holes, and another two constantly hitting her face, with another one just inches away from her lips.

"Good...it...it feels good. But I want more, though. I need more, please."

"What more can we give you? What the fuck?"

"Your cum. Don't stop using me until you drain those balls inside me."

"And please tell my bodyguard to go as hard as he can."

"Fuck...you are nothing but a dumb, cockhungry slut."

"You heard her, big fella. Go wild on that pussy and make her scream." He said, slapping IU's bodyguard on the shoulder.

IU's bodyguard shot the CEO a sharp glare, his expression making it clear he didn’t appreciate the slap on his shoulder, or being ordered around. But then his gaze dropped to IU, her body trembling, her muffled moans pleading for more. He exhaled sharply through his nose, holding back his displeasure. This wasn’t about the CEO. It was about her. Tightening his grip on her waist, he pushed his frustration aside and focused on giving IU exactly what she wanted—his big cock, deep inside her.

IU let out a sharp gasp as his hips started hammering into her. The sudden force took her by surprise, but the pain quickly morphed into pleasure. His cock was pounding her pussy with the kind of intensity she had never experienced before—not even with him. The noise of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room, as he repeatedly thrust into her, holding nothing back.

The same thing could be said for CEO and his bodyguard. They were using her like a ragdoll, hammering away at her holes and fucking her brains out, showing her no mercy. IU's body belonged to them, and they were not going to stop until they had drained their balls inside her.

IU was an absolute mess. Her arms and legs ached from being tied up, a dull numbness creeping in as circulation slowed. Sweat coated her entire skin, making her body slick against the one beneath her. With her head hanging upside down, the rush of blood made her feel lightheaded, a dizzy haze settling over her senses. Her neck throbbed from the unnatural angle, but she barely registered the discomfort, too lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her pussy and ass were sore, the sensation of her holes being stretched and filled to the brim was borderline unbearable. But at the same time, it was also an addictive feeling, and she couldn't get enough. She didn't care how sore she would be after this experience, all she wanted was to drain their balls dry.

Luckily for her, she didn't have to wait much longer. Her former manager's dick was starting to pulse, the signs that he was close. He had been using her mouth like his personal fleshlight for the past several minutes now, with IU having long lost the ability to lick and suck his shaft properly. The constant throat fucking had not only left her jaw was tired, but had also left her in a complete daze, and she had been reduced to nothing but a tool for him to fuck.

"Do you want my cum, Jieun?" He asked, pulling his cock out of her mouth.

IU tried to reply, but no sound came out. His dick had stolen almost all of her ability to speak, leaving her pretty much incapable of doing anything else besides moaning and groaning around his shaft.

"Well, I hope you're ready, cuz I'm about to fill your slutty little mouth."

He held her head in place and rammed his cock down her throat as fast as he could, hitting the back of it several times, before finally erupting. IU's eyes went wide and a muffled, gagging sound could be heard as she felt the hot spurts of his cum splashing inside her mouth and hitting the back of her throat.

After what seemed like ages, he finally pulled out of her mouth, and IU was left with no other choice but to swallow every last drop of his cum.

"Fuck...I've waited for this moment for longer than you can imagine..."

"Thank you for caring about such a worthless thing, Jieun." He added, getting off the table and stumbling towards a chair.

With the CEO now out of the picture, she thought her mouth would catch a break, but the lawyers had other ideas. Both of them were eager to have their dicks stuffed down any hole of hers, and with her mouth being the only one available, they shoved their cocks inside, forcing her to suck on their shafts at the same time.

It was one thing to have three cocks inside her, but to have four of them...it was something entirely different. It was too much for IU, and even with having an orgasm earlier on, it wasn't long until she reached another climax.

Her bodyguard felt her pussy walls tighten around his dick, her orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave, and it was enough to push him over the edge. He had dumped his load inside her many times before, but this was different. He was always alone with her in those previous times, and now he was here, cumming inside her as she was being taken and used like a slut by everyone in the room.

IU barely had any time to process that her bodyguard had given her a creampie before she felt another thick load of cum being deposited inside her, this time in her round ass.

"I told you I was going to ruin you and make a mess out of your ass, bitch." He said, pulling his massive black cock out of her asshole.

She had no way to see the damage his big black cock had done, but judging from the feeling, she knew her asshole was gaping and stretched wide open. Her bodyguard had the perfect view, and even he was shocked by seeing IU's gaping asshole, and the cum dripping out of it.

With the bodyguards done with her holes, they decided to pull her to the side and untie her. As soon as they did so, IU's limbs came crashing down, and they were so numb that she barely had the strength to move them. She lay there motionless, her entire body aching and stinging, the ache settling deep into her bones.

However, that wasn't stopping her from having more. Despite everything, her desire was still burning, and she wanted more cocks, more cum, and most importantly, the contract.

"Cum...please..."

It was all she could say, and the lawyers didn't need more convincing. They moved IU and placed her on her knees, on top of the table. She was so out of it, that her head just kept falling forward, and her own lawyer had to grab it, or else they would just have to be pleased with covering her hair in their seed.

Neither of them wanted that, and neither did IU. Her face might've said otherwise, but she was eager to get their loads plastered all over her face, and they were excitedly stroking their shafts, getting ready to give her the facial of her life.

IU could barely see the outlines of the cocks that were now jerking off in front of her, but that didn't stop her from sticking out her tongue and opening her mouth wide, begging for their cum.

It was a matter of seconds before their cocks exploded at the same time, and she felt their warm cum being splattered across her face. They shot load after load of their cum all over her pretty face, covering it completely.

She looked unrecognizable. IU's hair was messy, her body was covered in sweat, and now her face was covered in multiple layers of cum, with most of it dripping down her chin. Her lawyer let go of her head, and she collapsed face first on the wooden table.

The CEO, already with his clothes back on, picked up the contract and signed it, before tossing it on the table once again.

"Hope it was worth it, Jieun."

"And don't forget to clean this mess." He added, instructing everyone to leave the room, including IU's men.

IU heard the sound of the doors being closed, and she was now alone in the room. After the intense experience she had just gone through, her brain was still struggling to process anything. Her head was spinning, and the taste of their cum was still present in her mouth, the scent lingering in her nostrils.

For the next fifteen minutes, IU didn’t move. She lay there, sprawled out on the table, her naked body sticky with sweat and cum, cooling rapidly in the empty room. The silence felt deafening, broken only by her slow, shallow breaths. A shiver ran down her spine as the cold air pricked at her damp skin, making her long for the warmth of a bath, the feeling of hot water washing away every trace of what had just happened.

Her thoughts were sluggish, drifting in and out, until the faint sound of the doors opening pulled her back. She could hear footsteps, but her vision was still blurry, and she couldn't make out who was walking into the room.

"You're still here? I thought you would have left by now." The CEO said.

"Don't mind me. Just using the bathroom. Gotta take a quick piss."

"No, s-stop..."

The CEO did stop in his tracks, not because of what she said, but mostly because he couldn't hear what was coming out of her mouth, her voice so low that it was barely audible.

"Use me...use me as your personal toilet."

He couldn't believe it. IU already had the contract and here she was, still asking for more, her mind undoubtedly broken beyond repair from the experience.

The CEO didn't waste any time, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. With one hand on his dick and the other on the back of her head, he lowered his cock towards her face, and let go. His warm piss started spraying out, covering IU's face, and then slowly running down her forehead and onto her eyes and nose.

Wanting to humiliate even further, he stood up and started pissing all over her naked body, coating it in his piss. Her skin turned golden under the yellow stream, his hot piss splashing down her tits and stomach. It was the ultimate humiliation, the final degradation.

IU didn't know what had come over her, but the idea of being used and degraded by this man, who was once her best friend, was so incredibly hot.

"You really are no different from all the other sluts in this industry."

He spat on her face and zipped up his pants. He took one last look at IU, laying there motionless, her naked body soaked in sweat, cum and his piss.

"What a fucking whore."

He walked away, and once again, the doors were shut, leaving her alone. There was no light at the end of the tunnel for IU. She had no idea how she was going to get herself out of this, but right now, she couldn't even bring herself to think about it. She was exhausted, her limbs felt like lead and her muscles were on fire. Her body was aching and begging for relief.

As IU lay there, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She was overwhelmed, her body wracked with emotion, the weight of everything she had just done crashing down on her. It was too much...too much.

But even then, even as she cried and sobbed, a part of her didn't regret any of it. The contract was hers and even though her dignity had been stripped from her, and her body was completely and utterly ruined, she couldn't deny that the feeling of having cum in all her holes, her face, and the CEO pissing all over her was so incredibly satisfying, to the point where she was already looking forward to the next meeting.

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