#i think he would have shot first and asked questions later

[hoseokhasmyheartxx]

Use Me | JHS (ft. MYG)

*Pairing: boyfriend's best friend!Hoseok x f!Reader (ft. sub!boyfriend!Yoongi)

*Word Count: 3.5k

*Genre: there's some plot in this one! but... mostly pwp, "watch me while he fucks me," non-idol au, explicit smut

*Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI. this one has a very targeted audience, if you ain't into cuck fetish, maybe keep scrolling. degradation, humiliation, fingering, anal sex, use of the names 'whore,' 'princess,' 'baby,' 'doll,' 'sweet girl' directed at reader, use of 'good boy' directed at yoongi, hoseok is (still) so mean y'all (but also... his dom persona begins to slip here...), yoongi's into watching (sorry not sorry), unprotected anal sex (be smart, ya perverts!), oral (m receiving), masturbation (m), praise kink, face slapping, a bunch more disgusting shit...

*Summary: Once again, Yoongi requests to watch you with his best friend, and you agree. But this time... you're determined to completely humiliate him.

*A/N: this is a continuation of Watch Me! so if you haven't read that part, maybe read it first before you read this one. I am so sorry for this in advance. it is pure filth, absolutely disgusting, and also slightly experimental for me since i've never written this type of scene before. the tiny trash gremlin that lies dormant in my brain woke up today and welp... enjoy. 😅

Main Masterlist

Weeks later, you find yourself sitting at a bar booth, with both Yoongi and Hoseok, with Hoseok’s fingers dangerously close to your panties underneath your dress.

You sip your drink, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers trailing along the hem of your black lace thong. You glance at Yoongi, who’s clearly oblivious to the scene taking place under the table in front of him.

“You seem stressed lately,” you say to Hoseok offhandedly, as if Yoongi hadn’t just told you as much the other day.

Hoseok takes his shot and downs it in one gulp, glancing at you. “Yeah. Work’s just.. killing me lately.”

You tilt your head, encouraging him to elaborate.

He swallows before saying, “I haven’t had a second to fucking breathe in the last two weeks. Trying to meet this deadline, but..” He trails off, clearly annoyed.

You look at Yoongi again, who’s listening intently to Hoseok, knowing he doesn’t open up about his feelings often. You place your hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, gripping it gently, in a way that would only seem supportive to an outsider, but he knows it’s anything but. He looks at you with slightly-darkened eyes, sliding his fingers ever so slowly underneath your panties.

“Use me,” you say out loud.

Yoongi swallows the sip of his whiskey he’s just taken, eyes widening. Hoseok, on the other hand, just chuckles darkly, not saying a word.

“Use me,” you repeat, “to relieve some of that stress.”

Hoseok drags his fingers over your clit, and all you can do to not whine out loud is to bite your lip, all while looking right at Yoongi.

Yoongi downs his own shot before breathing out, “fuck,” now fully aware of what’s going on right in front of him.

You hardly make it through your front door before Hoseok’s hand wraps around your throat from behind. You pause, smirking at Yoongi as he watches, gulping visibly.

“Little.. fucking.. brat,” Hoseok breathes out into your ear, his chest now pressed fully against your back. “You think you can just pull something like that and get away with it?”

You say nothing, knowing it’s not actually a question. Your heart beats fast in your chest, betraying how you feel.

“Yoongi, didn’t I tell you last time that you needed to teach her some fucking manners?” Hoseok asks over your shoulder.

You glance sideways at Hoseok before muttering, “You did, huh?”

Hoseok’s grip on your throat tightens slightly, before he walks you forward, leading you into your bedroom. Yoongi follows somewhat timidly behind him, shutting the door as he enters the room.

“Guess fucking her isn’t the only thing I’m gonna have to do for you, is it?” Hoseok breathes out menacingly to Yoongi.

You whine, and all Hoseok does in response is push your knees against the bed before releasing your throat, moving his hand to wrap in your hair and push you down, bending you over the mattress.

You watch as Yoongi climbs onto the bed, sitting to the side, where he knows he belongs.

Hoseok all but yanks your dress up over your hips, leaving it resting there as he covers your ass cheek with one palm, rubbing it soothingly. Without warning, he lands a firm smack on your ass, making you yelp.

“Hoseok,” you gasp, body shaking from the contact.

He just chuckles darkly as he says, “That’s for teasing me in public.”

He lands a second smack on your other ass cheek, and you wince, but the shiver that spreads through you gives you away.

“Hmm. Dumb little whore likes punishment, yeah?” he breathes out. “That one was for being so mean to poor Yoongi, making him watch you like this.”

Yoongi groans, his fingers gripping the bed sheet next to him.

Hoseok pulls you back up by your hair, turning you around to face him. He has a good six inches on you in height, so he tugs the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing you to look at him.

“Tell him, doll. Tell him exactly what I do to you,” Hoseok says, looking down at you before releasing your hair.

You suck in a breath before looking straight at Yoongi and saying, “He makes me wanna do dirty things that I would never do with you.”

Yoongi bites his lip, gripping the sheet even tighter as he listens. Hoseok chuckles, loving the effect he has on you, but loving the way Yoongi reacts even more.

Hoseok turns you around again, his strong arm wrapped around your middle, holding you in place against his chest. He places hot kisses on your neck, nipping at the skin there, wanting you to fall apart for him the way you always do.

You keep your eyes on Yoongi, watching the way his eyes glaze over as he rakes them over your body, watching closely.

“Princess..” Yoongi breathes out, “you know what I want, right?”

Hoseok just chuckles, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before he pulls away and pulls your dress over your head, leaving you in just that flimsy piece of lace fabric that barely poses as underwear.

“Does it matter what you want, Yoongi?” Hoseok asks offhandedly, his hand slipping into the top of your panties, fingers immediately finding your clit.

You gasp at the contact, eyes still not leaving Yoongi. Yoongi sucks in a breath before murmuring, “I.. guess not.”

Hoseok grips your breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You whimper softly, knees slowly turning to jelly under his touch.

“All that matters is that I get to fuck your girl in ways she would never imagine letting you touch her. Isn’t that right, doll?” Hoseok says, a hint of menace lacing his voice.

“Hoseokie… please,” you breathe out.

He snickers. “Pretty little thing, already begging.”

Yoongi groans, and it’s clear that he’s already turned on just from watching his best friend rubbing your clit under your panties. He can’t even see much of anything, but just knowing what Hoseok is doing to you, turning you into putty in his hands, is enough for his breathing to become labored and his blood flow to rush southward.

Hoseok pulls his fingers out of your panties, wiping his fingers on your stomach before suddenly ripping the thin string of fabric holding your thong together. The fabric falls to the ground at your feet, leaving you naked in front of both men.

He turns you around to face him again before pushing your shoulders down. You drop to your knees on the floor in front of him, already knowing what he’s asking for. He unbuckles his belt, throwing it to the side and undoing his jeans before stripping them and his boxers off, his cock springing up, dangerously close to your face already.

“Open up, doll,” he says with a cocky smirk, gripping his cock to drag the head across your lips. You listen, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to lick the precum off his tip. He hisses before grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail and shoving his cock into your mouth.

You can hear Yoongi groaning from his spot on the bed, and you smirk around Hoseok’s cock before getting to work.

You place your hands behind your back, holding your wrists together as you hollow your cheeks around his cock. Hoseok thrusts deep, almost hitting the back of your throat each time. Tears form in your eyes from the pressure, but you don’t stop him. You swirl your tongue around him, tracing the vein on the underside as you take him.

Hoseok notices your eyes welling up with tears, and gives you that subtle look of his that asks if you’re okay. You whimper around his cock, gazing up at him with big eyes, telling him yes, you’re more than okay. He smirks again before continuing his thrusts, his dancer hips put to work with each movement.

“Fuck. Look at her, Yoongi. Taking my cock down her throat. That perfect fucking mouth,” Hoseok groans, his cocky smirk shot right at Yoongi this time. 

Yoongi whines this time. He’s uncomfortable, shifting in his spot on the bed, trying to get some sort of friction to help ease the discomfort of his erection.

Hoseok pulls out of your mouth suddenly, chest heaving as he calms himself. “I’m not fucking done with you,” he breathes out, looking down at you with a knowing grin.

He grabs you by the hair, pulling you up to standing. Hoseok gazes at you, small smirk playing at his lips. “What do you say we really give him a show this time, doll?”

You tilt your head, curious, but smirk anyway. “Yeah. I said things I’d never let him do, right?”

Yoongi sits with wide eyes, waiting impatiently, still so uncomfortable.

Hoseok steps closer to you, his dominant facade slipping for just a second. He traces his finger over your jawline, stopping at your chin to tilt your face up to look at him.

“Yoongi talks, you know?” he says offhandedly.

You crease your brows, confused.

“Always telling me how much he loves your ass,” he continues with a smirk.

Your eyes widen, and you hear Yoongi audibly gulp from behind you. 

“Sad that I’ll get to see how you feel before he does,” Hoseok chuckles.

You pause. Your knees buckle slightly, your breathing slows as you realize what he’s suggesting.

Then, you laugh. It’s dark, almost.. diabolical. You look at Hoseok with a bratty expression before turning to Yoongi.

“Such a shame, hmm, Yoon? Knowing your best friend is about to experience something I’d never let you do?”

Yoongi whimpers. It’s pathetic, really, how easily he slips into the role of the desperate, submissive boyfriend. And you enjoy it. Enjoy his fear, enjoy knowing the power you hold over him in moments like these. But, even more, you enjoy knowing how much he loves it.

Hoseok pushes you onto the bed next to Yoongi, pressing your face into the mattress as he always does. You turn your head, resting your cheek so that you face Yoongi directly. He swallows audibly again, reaching out to brush your hair from your face in a silent show of reassurance.

Hoseok pulls you up by your hips, positioning you how he wants you. You hear the clicking of a cap, feel the cold sensation of a squirt of lube landing on your ass, before feeling his fingers move downward, slowly prepping you. He leans over you, back pressed against your chest, before kissing your jawline, to whisper in your ear.

“You sure you’re okay with this, sweet girl?” he asks, his dominance slipping again.

You nod, focusing on nothing but relaxing your body to make this easier on everyone. He kisses your jawline again, softly, almost.. sweetly, before effortlessly slipping back into that dominant persona that you love.

You glance at Yoongi yet again, biting your lip to hold back a smirk as you watch him struggle. Hoseok’s fingers slowly trail lower, teasing your rim. You whimper, tensing slightly at the unfamiliar feeling.

Yoongi groans. He steadies his breathing, before getting out, “Baby.. fuck, please.. gotta relax for him.”

Hoseok slowly, carefully, presses his finger into you. He takes his time, making sure you’re comfortable. His other hand grips your hip, the pressure of his fingers almost bruising. He moves his hand to your lower back, rubbing it soothingly to relax you further. His finger stretches your hole more, until he’s knuckle-deep inside your ass. You let out another whimper, this time from pleasure as you adjust to the feeling. He begins thrusting his finger, crooking it slightly, as his other hand moves to your pussy. He rubs two fingers over your clit, needing you to relax, to be ready for him.

“How’s it feel, Yoongi?” Hoseok asks with a chuckle.

You hear Yoongi whine from beside you, and you look up at him. He breathes out, “Huh?”

Hoseok smirks before continuing. “How’s it feel seeing me like this, fingering your girl’s pretty little ass?”

Yoongi lets out a strangled whimper at his question. That’s all the response that Hoseok needs to be spurred on even more.

He rubs your clit more deliberately, slowly adding a second finger to your tight hole. You gasp, the pleasure almost consuming you at this point. Once he thinks you’re properly prepped, he stops moving his fingers and leans down to whisper in your ear again.

“Ready for my cock, sweet girl?”

You whine, nodding. But that isn’t enough for him.

Hoseok slaps your cheek, lightly, but hard enough to get your attention.

“Use your words, doll. Tell me you want my cock in this perfect ass of yours.”

Yoongi’s breathing becomes heavier, and you can tell he’s painfully hard at this point just by looking at him. His face is flushed red, tiny droplets of sweat bead his hairline, and he grips the sheet beside him so hard his knuckles are white.

“Please, Hoseokie…” you whine for the second time that night. “Want your cock.”

Hoseok chuckles, gripping your hair, his fingers still knuckle-deep in your ass.

“Where do you want my cock, doll?” he snarks.

You take a breath, knowing he isn’t going to let you cum without telling him what he wants to hear.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” you finally get out, feeling humiliation seeping through you. Hoseok chuckles darkly, menacingly.

“Good fucking girl,” he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. You almost whimper at his tone, but what actually results in a whimper is the loss of his fingers inside you.

You hear the cap of the lube bottle clicking again as Hoseok coats his cock with the gel, and you look over at Yoongi again.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me again, right, Yoon?” you ask him teasingly.

Yoongi bites his lip, nodding eagerly.

“Touch yourself. Wanna see you get off watching your best friend fuck me like this,” you say, a playful smirk on your lips.

Yoongi groans but wastes no time in getting his pants and boxers off. His cock is angry red, pulsing visibly, leaking precum. “Fuck. Need you to relax, princess. So fucking sexy like this,” he breathes out, his hand already gripping his cock.

Hoseok teases your hole with his tip, making you suck in a gasp. He holds your hips and pushes into you, gently. Now, Hoseok isn’t normally one to be gentle in any sense of the word, but he knows the time and place. And this? This is the time to be gentle. He lets out a groan as he slowly pushes his cock in further, stopping occasionally to let you adjust and make sure he isn’t hurting you.

“Fuck… your ass was made for my cock, huh?” he says through gritted teeth. All you can do is whimper in agreement, watching as Yoongi strokes himself.

After what feels like ages, Hoseok bottoms out inside you. You breathe deeply, making sure you’re fully relaxed. He taps your outer thigh to get your attention, giving you that subtle look he has that asks for confirmation again, and you nod.

Hoseok begins to move, his thrusts shallow at first. One hand leaves your hip to snake around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again with ease. He circles the sensitive bud, and you whine, the extra pleasure coursing through you.

“Fuck, Hoseok…” you gasp out, and you hear Yoongi groan from beside you once again. 

Hoseok inserts two fingers into your pussy, collecting your juices before going back to your clit. He chuckles once again. “Pretty little thing.. you love this, don’t you?”

You glance over at Yoongi. He’s lost in the throes of his own pleasure, cock firmly grasped in his fist, watching your every move, Hoseok’s every move. He bites his lip, twisting his wrist, bringing himself closer to his release. But you can’t have that, can you?

“Yoongi, stop,” you tell him, and he snaps his eyes toward you, fear overtaking his expression. He slows his movements, but doesn’t stop completely.

“I– what?” he asks desperately, a pathetic little pout on his lips.

“I said, stop.” Your emphasis on the word for the second time brings his hand to a stop, and he whines before releasing his cock from his hand.

Hoseok chuckles darkly at this, his thrusts picking up speed slightly. He continues rubbing your clit, his cock fully sheathed in your ass with each snap of his hips. He’s getting close- you can tell just by the change in his breathing patterns; they’re more erratic, more uncontrolled.

“Hoseokie,” you whimper out, your own pleasure building.

“Yeah, doll? What do you need?” he asks, that humiliating tone evident in his voice once again.

You gasp as he hits a particular spot inside you, your orgasm threatening to wash over you.

“Please… please, Hoseokie. Let me cum.”

Yoongi is paralyzed, watching you with bated breath, hands clenched together. His cock drips precum, and he nearly cums just from hearing you beg his best friend for your release.

Hoseok snickers. “Alright, doll. Cum for me. Bet it’ll be better than any orgasm he’s ever given you anyway.”

The band in your lower stomach snaps, and you cry out, pleasure spreading through your entire body. Your body collapses further into the mattress, but Hoseok grips your hip to steady you, knowing a sudden movement like that would be anything but pleasurable.

Hoseok’s hips stutter, and he grits out, “Gonna cum in this perfect ass.” He groans as his own release hits him, burying his cock deep inside you, gripping your hip with bruising intensity.

Yoongi whimpers again, the scene before him pure torture. He rests his head in his hands, takes deep breaths to calm himself, anything to take his mind off how much he’s aching for release. He can’t believe you were so mean to him, to tease him by allowing him to jerk off to you and Hoseok, only to actually stop him before he could cum.

Hoseok takes his time pulling out of you, gently massaging your hip to take your mind off the discomfort. You collapse fully onto the bed now, Hoseok on your other side, both of you practically gasping to catch your breath.

You look over at Yoongi, chuckling through gasped breaths. “Poor baby,” you taunt him, and he looks up from his hands, pouting again.

“Get up and go take care of that,” Hoseok orders him, gesturing for Yoongi to go to the bathroom. You and Hoseok both snicker, knowing just how badly you’ve thoroughly wrecked Yoongi without even touching him. Yoongi glares at Hoseok, but there’s no real malice there. He looks to you for approval.

“Go ahead. Be a good boy.. think about me while you’re fixing your little… problem,” you chuckle. You watch as Yoongi practically races to the bathroom, shutting the door with a hard slam behind him.

Hoseok glances over at you, his dominant mask completely gone now.

“Sweet girl.. are you okay? What can I do for you?”

You just look at him, unsure how to respond.

“That was a lot. You need aftercare, doll. Let me help, please,” he continues.

You don’t say anything at first, reluctant to cross any boundaries. Being fucked by Yoongi’s best friend is one thing, but allowing him to take care of you after a session? Completely different.

Yoongi exits the bathroom then, interrupting your conversation, effectively getting you off the hook for a response. He joins you on your other side, pulling the blankets over the three of you wordlessly. It’s quiet, the air still charged from what just went down. Minutes of silence pass, but it isn’t uncomfortable. It’s.. peaceful, almost.

“You two… are fucking evil,” Yoongi points out then.

You and Hoseok burst out laughing, and once again, Yoongi just pouts.

“Sorry, Yoongi. Couldn’t help myself,” Hoseok chimes in with a smirk.

With an eye roll, Yoongi sighs before saying, “Don’t get used to it.”

But little does Yoongi know, Hoseok is already used to it. He’s been a willing third party in your sex life for months, and somewhere along the way, the line between ‘just fun’ and feelings became blurred for him. It’s wrong, he knows that. But he doesn’t care; he won’t stop agreeing to your requests for his presence in your and Yoongi’s bedroom, won’t stop letting himself fall a little further every time he makes you cum at Yoongi’s request.

And you?

Well, you are just enjoying this punishing hold you have on both of these men. You know how Hoseok feels. It’s become obvious in the way that his tone has become softer, his hold on you a little gentler each time he fucks you into Yoongi’s mattress. But, just like Hoseok, you don’t care; you won’t stop asking him to join you when you know Yoongi needs just a little something extra, won’t stop letting Hoseok fall harder every time he pretends to treat you like shit in the bedroom to hide his true feelings.

Because, above all else, you only want what’s best for yourself. And what’s best for yourself is to have Yoongi and Hoseok wrapped around your finger, willing to do whatever you ask for.

Because you can’t get hurt if you hurt them first.

[conchoronzon]

Hi, I love CV Vore and your stories are simply great. I have a predator boyfriend who lets me watch every now and then, which always turns me on, and I've been wondering a question for a long time that my boyfriend couldn't really answer, or maybe didn't want to. 🙈🙈 So I'm asking you: When a CV predator devours someone and digests them in its testicles, do the predators feel no pity for the victim if it were a friend, for example, or no pity in general? How is that?

Hm... That's not so simple a question. You know, there are non-preds who eat meat and feel bad for the whatever animal ultimately ends up in their gut. Some don't care at all. Some get so overwhelmed, they become vegetarians or vegans. There are lots of reactions, and that's how it is with preds.

Lots of factors go into this. Is the prey willing or unwilling? Does the cock pred mostly digest using his cum or does he crunch them up with his balls? Does he have the sort of sack that makes digestion goopy and pleasurable or the type that's graphic and painful? Do his prey tend to stay awake through digestion or is there some means by which they fall asleep before they truly get to melting? Is the prey a reforming type? What's the pred planning on doing with their load: eat it, waste it, fuck it in someone, save it, or get someone pregnant with it?

There are a lot of questions that can help you figure out if a pred might be the kind to feel pity or even guilt for making someone into their cock snack.

Imagine this: You're one of your boyfriend's friends. You know he churns guys into big fat fuckin' loads. One day on break from college, you come out to your family, and your step-dad calls you all sorts of names. You vent or cry to your friend, and next thing you know, you're sat on his bedroom floor, watching as his sack churns that homophobic man into a cum shot that your friend half-splatters on the walls and half-pumps into your guts. He's a good friend. After that, you can't stop thinking about it. When you hang out with him - one-on-one, in public, at parties, whatever - you glance at his bulge. You wonder about the last person you ate. You wonder if it's so plump because he eats guys or not. You remember how full he made you. It's slow at first. You think about it every now and then. But then you go online. You look at vornos and read stories about it. One day, you find that's all you jerk off to, the idea of melting away in your friend's nuts. You dream about getting married and taking a honeymoon with your future husband down his cock; nothing more romantic than getting churned together by the best man. So one day, you guys are having a few drinks, and you confess. You're not in love with him or anything, but you do want to be his cockfood. He claims he couldn't do that to a friend. But then a few weeks later, he shows up at your door. "It's all I've been able to think about." And that's your last night on this earth. He stuffs you into his cock and teases you as he melts you down, asking if this was as good as you thought it'd be. He soaks your bedroom in white and collects some of you in a little jar. He stores it to decide what to do with some other time. He only does that for his favorite prey.

You tell me: if that were you, would you want to be pitied? You'd be getting what you wanted, what you need.

Now, did I write that scenario in the second person to really get you to think what it'd be like for your boyfriend to churn you to cum? Am I trying to get it so you start fantasizing about it, getting jealous about the squirming guys you watch him melt? Of course. It'd be really funny to me if asking this question leads to you getting sloshed. Your boyfriend probably will pity you as you get churned. He'll feel guilty. He might get mad at me. But oh well.

That's all to say, context is everything, my friend

[spiritsglade]

thinking about how jason was disappointed by earth-51 bruce again. even though earth-51 was literally a utopia paradise all evil is dead the sun is shining the heroes are retired and living out happy lives. even though earth-51 bruce did exactly and precisely the act that jason wanted expected and needed his own bruce to do. earth-51 bruce killed the joker (with a gun!! good for him) and eradicated all evil and the world was demonstrably a better place for it.

and jason sees this bruce. this cold man who has shut everyone out. who is willing to prioritize winning over preserving human life. here he is jason. everything you've ever wanted. and jason reacts with disgust.

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men React a Picture of You with Another guy

Request: Hii!! I love your writing so so much (pls never stop)!!! How do you think the lads men would react to the following scenario: mc makes one of her girl friends dress like a guy and post that on her story/moments (to ward off an annoying co-worker, like what Caleb did in uni, but mc didnt want to bother the guys with this request so she asked Tara or another one of her girl friends). The picture, though, is convincing enough to make even the lads men question if she actually does have a partner and who tf is he. I think Xavier would absolutely malfunction since they are also neighbours lol

AN: I am taking a break from the ship event to gather some inspiration. But this was super fun to write. Thank you for sending in such an amazing idea.

Warning: Potential Spoilers. Be Mindful 👺

Pairing: Lads boys x fem reader

Genre: fluff and angst

(I do not own these characters)

Summary: Waking up after an amazing girls' night, you and Tara spent the morning taking silly photos, making all kinds of concerning faces, until inspiration struck.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Tara grinned, pushing her short hair back. "What if—"

Moments later, you were both giggling uncontrollably, staging fake hard launch photos in your bed. The blurry, cozy results? Surprisingly convincing.

"Oh, this is gonna blow up at work."

Tara rested her chin on your neck, wrapping an arm around you for the final shot. The picture was better than you imagined, so naturally, you posted it to your story before the two of you rushed to get ready for work.

And just like that, your social media went up in flames.

Rafayel:

623 missed calls. 200 texts. 82 more missed calls.

All hours after your post.

Who is he? Why are you in bed with him? Is he your boyfriend? What is his name?

You barely have time to breathe after your meeting before the onslaught of texts floods in. Even the comment section of your post hasn’t been spared.

Thomas is already on the case. Rafayel is whining, sobbing, crying and absolutely not afraid to play dirty to get you back.

He's already planned a hundred ways to nip this budding romance at the root.

He thinks he has the upper hand, feels kinda smug about it too.

Still… there’s a twinge of heartbreak. A little ache for having to wait longer for you, for the idea that you might have chosen someone else. But if nothing else, Rafayel is persistent.

So, of course, he’s already forgiven you.

But don’t think, even for a second, that he won’t complain about it.

He’s still mulling over it, dramatically painting all his canvases black, getting ready for his villain arc, when you finally call him back.

"A prank?"

He is indignant.

He cried over a prank.

All that effort… for nothing.

"IT’S BEEN 800 YEARS. JELLYFISH ARE WALKING. NAKED SEA TURTLES ARE CLIMBING TREES. SHARKS ARE EATING GRASS—FOR FREE. "

AND RAFAYEL?

RAFAYEL CRIED OVER A PRANK.

HE WENT FULL VILLAIN ARC FOR A LIE.

HIS CANVASES ARE BLACK. HIS PLANS FOR REVENGE? RUINED.

ALL BECAUSE YOU AND TARA WANTED TO PLAY GAMES.

He might never recover. Might. But first, he needs to call Thomas back before his "investigation" starts a national crisis.

Xavier:

He had just returned from a long night of fighting Wanderers when his phone chimed with an alert.

Half-asleep, he smiled at the sight of your name, already thinking of how he'd respond once he changed and collapsed into bed.

That smile froze the moment he saw the picture.

The phone slipped from his fingers, landing on his face. But he didn’t even wince. Too numb to feel it.

His vision blurred. His chest ached. Tears welled, unbidden.

Genuinely heartbroken. So weary. So tired. For a moment, he was shattered.

Did he have the strength to wager another lifetime?

His time was already running out. His strength faded with each passing day. He had selfishly wanted this spring with you...but this was better for you. You were too kind, too caring to bear his loss.

Perhaps this was for the best. His lips trembled at the thought.

You had someone now, someone who would not bring you grief. And you looked so happy in that photo. He stared at the blurred curve of your smile, tracing it with his gaze.

Somehow, he managed a small smile too.

And then he folded into himself. And slept.

For days.

So long that you started to worry, noticing his absence at work.

Until, finally, you barge into his apartment, breathless and frantic, only to find him asleep, moonlight spilling across his face, eerily still.

Your heart plummeted.

"Xavier." Your voice trembled as you rushed to him, fingers shaking as you took his hand.

For a terrible, suffocating second, he didn’t move.

And then, his brow twitched.

Air rushed back into your lungs.

Zayne:

This was to be expected.

He was never what you needed.

He often failed at words. His gestures, too vague to be understood.

You deserved someone who loved you. Someone who had the courage to say those words out loud.

Not him.

Not someone who could hurt you. His scars only grow deeper with time.

So he accepts it. Buries himself in work.

If he could not be your lover, then he would play his part as a friend.

Pays extra attention to your health. Pours over your reports. He must. Because he is no longer close enough to watch over you himself.

And weeks later, when you finally visit him, he keeps up the act—cold, distant, unbothered.

He does all the tests. Runs all the checks. Everything is routine.

But you see it.

The dark circles, deeper than ever. His skin, paler. Cheeks, sunken. His shirt, unwashed.

"You're coming home with me."

Your voice leaves no room for argument as you take his hand. "You never call. You only text about my reports and nothing more. We need to talk."

You tug him forward. He follows, until he stops.

"Your boyfriend won’t like it," he murmurs, staring anywhere but at you.

Silence.

"What boyfriend?"

You blink at him, dumbfounded.

Sylus:

Sylus spits his coffee, choking as he stares at the pictures.

Does not buy it.

That’s clearly not a man.

Yet somehow, he keeps going back to it, again and again.

It’s only when Luke and Kieran peer over his shoulder that his denial starts cracking.

"Ooooh, boss has got competition," Luke chimes.

One minute, they’re laughing. The next, they’re outside the mansion, the door slamming shut behind them.

Luke blinks. "That explains..."

Kieran yanks him into a chokehold for getting them banished for the day.

Inside, Sylus switches to wine.

The day has been too much.

Not a man, right? he muses, scrutinizing the photo, before accidentally pressing the heart button.

And then, he all but chews the glass in his hand.

He’s not worried.

He just suddenly feels the urge to burn his entire closet because nothing looks good enough.

He doesn’t care.

He’s just made a few calls, just to make sure you’re not involved with anyone sketchy. Unless, of course, it’s him.

Then, like an absolute idiot, he gets a panicked call from an associate.

The only person who’s been in your apartment? Tara.

Sylus stares at the image. Facepalms.

That evening, when he picks you up from work, he looks exhausted.

As if a few hours have aged him years.

When you ask, he waves you off, dodging every question.

You raise a brow. "Are you sure? You look—"

"I said it’s nothing," he snaps, before sighing, dragging a hand down his face. "...Can we just go home

Caleb:

Storming to Linkon.

Geared up to blow up the entire apartment complex.

Spends five minutes struggling with the locked door before finally getting it open.

Marches in.

Stops. Sighs in disapproval at your empty fridge.

Good thing he packed snacks. Leaves them on your counter. You’ll thank him later.

Then, back to the mission.

Collects all forensic evidence needed. Marches out.

No time to waste.

Supervises the DNA administration.

Hair sample. Used coffee mug. Both next to yours.

He will find the bastard. He will take him out.

And then, he will whisk you away to Skyheaven, to console you once you learn of your tragic, mysterious loss.

Grief will bring you closer.

Every intern running tests is sweating.

So are the lead scientists, who have been personally forced to oversee this insanity.

No one is messing with the colonel today.

And then, finally, the results land on his desk.

Caleb stares. Dumbfounded.

Is he to fight both men and women for you now?

You better watch out for Tara because he does not discriminate.

[oceantornadoo]

Could you maybe write a fic for Simon pursuing a reader who has no experience despite being in her early 20s?

(disclaimer: this ask said early 20s but i didn't really focus on that exact age for reality and inclusivity purposes)

you like to think you're a pretty calm person. have to be, for the kind of work you do - can't be a hothead when you're dealing with hundreds of other hotheads (a.k.a. military men). that environment, seeing the vicious effects of too much testosterone and loyalty to those who don't deserve it, has led you to this predicament. a lack of experience with men. all the ones you've met are loud or self-absorbed and your work is so time-consuming so that when you've found yourself at this precipice, you realize you have no experience to guide you. only a few drunk kisses and one teenage crush to act as the map for the journey you're about to take.

it was odd, how easily you fell into simon riley. he duped you into your first date, calling it a celebratory post-mission dinner when in reality, he'd had the reservations for weeks. it progressed smoothly from there: coffee and ice cream and a scary movie you didn't want to see alone. a few weeks later and you let him into your sacred apartment, a couch no man had ever sat on. he was so respectful, soft words and light touches to get you comfortable with him.

you intrigued simon. it was like befriending a stray cat; one wrong move and he'd be out in the hall. he'd asked around (a.k.a. asked johnny) and found out you'd never dated anyone on base. not surprising, he hadn't either, but your skittish nature led him to believe you'd never dated anybody. you were comfortable with men, sure, but you'd never made any moves on simon despite seeming to like him so much. if he were a less confident man, he would think you weren't interested, but it was in the way your eyes lingered on him, the glances you shot him when you thought he wasn't looking. he decided a conversation was necessary to clear the air so he didn't keep handling you like a bomb that could go off any second.

the two of you were watching footie, a bowl of popcorn in the middle. your hands brushed occasionally as you ate, your knee touching his, but nothing further. simon was well practiced in restraint, and he would wait as long as he needed to, but he felt like he was operating blind, no night vision goggles in sight. "love." it was like flipping a switch. you jumped up, snatching the popcorn bowl and murmuring something about supplying a refill even though it was more than halfway full. he let you have your freakout in the kitchen, giving you time to collect your thoughts. finally, you came back ten minutes later, hand shaking slightly as you put the bowl back down, which was decidedly not full. "can i ask you somethin'?" his hand gripped your knee before you could get up again, settling you back on the couch. your eyes were wide, searching his at a rapid speed as you tried to figure out what he was asking.

"w-what?" he started stroking your knee slowly, thumb brushing over the fabric of your sweats. he didn't answer right away, letting the rhythm of his thumb calm you until your shoulders dropped a fraction. "do i scare y'?" he murmured in a low tone. your shoulders dropped completely, your head collapsing on the couch behind you. you figured it was time to have this talk anyways. "no, it's nothing like that. i trust you, si." he nodded, checking a question off his list. his thumb was still stroking you, the motion anchoring you to the moment. "did someone hurt y'? before me?" you shook your head. "no, it's nothing like that. i just-" you cut yourself off, biting your lip. you chanced a glance at simon, his face open and patient. "i just don't have a lot of experience with men. and it makes me nervous, thinking i'll do something wrong." simon nodded in understanding. "'s while y're so jumpy. how much experience?" you muttered your answer too low for him to hear. "wot?" ugh. "none." oh. oh.

simon was rewriting scripts in his head. no experience was not what he was expecting, but it didn't put him off. if anything, he felt honored you picked him to give you experience. "doesn't matter, love. we can go 's slow as you want. just gotta tell me what y' want." your hand covered his on your knee. "i want you, si. i just don't know how to show it." he squeezed your knee. "trust me?" you nodded instantly. suddenly, you were being moved, strong hands around your waist dragging you into simon's lap. he arranged you into a straddle, setting you back on the middle of his thighs. simon didn't want to give you the wrong idea by putting you on his cock so soon. there was time.

"ya ever kiss anyone?" you gave him a small smile. "not sober. none that i really remember." he laughed, the feeling vibrating through his chest down to his thighs. it was exhilarating, being so close to him and not being scared. you were still nervous, sure, but there was less expectation hanging over your head now that you had talked. "c'mere. we'll take it slow. close your eyes." he sat up a little, a hand on your hip preventing you from being jostled. you closed your eyes obediently, lips parting slightly with the exhale of your breath. you could feel his body heat come closer. he brushed his lips against yours, pulled back, and then gave you a real kiss.

you weren't sure what to do. you had listened to enough advice podcasts to know you shouldn't use any tongue, but that was it. his lips were soft, if a bit chapped, pressing against yours deliciously. he felt so close, so intimate, and you pushed back against him, just a little. it melted your heart a little as he pushed back, warm and willing. your hands instinctively dove into his hair, finally feeling those strands you'd been dreaming about. it went on and on, experimenting with little licks and bites as you got more confident. unfortunately, the more passionate you became, the less air in your lungs. you pulled back with a gasp.

"fuck." his lips were swollen and red, his hair sticking up at all angles. ravished. "good?" he asked, licking his lips. you nodded. "can we do it again?" the eagerness would have made you cringe if you didn't want it so much. "yeah, baby, anytime you want. c'mere."

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i hope i did this justice!! my first kiss was terrible but i was also 14 so i think it would be better with an experienced man lol

[comikbook]

so you talk about your religious trauma and it’s a major theme in your art, and i was wondering what your current relationship with religion is? is in, do you practice any religion or consider yourself religious? if it isn’t too personal :)

im willing to answer !! i dont talk about it on most of my socials outright because people tend to misinterpret things intensely when it comes to this kind of topic, but ill give it a shot trying to write it out. In fact, I will give the whole story of my experience with religion. So its gonna be long.

there will be talk of psychosis, eating disorders, delusions, and self harm in this post. However I will not be graphic in my descriptions.

To start out I suppose for context, my parents are not catholic. my mom doesn’t talk about religion, and my dad doesnt follow anything in the real sense, but practices a lot of principals of buddhism. My nana was catholic, and my extended family vary in their religious beliefs.

That being said, (i think to my nana’s influence) when i started school i attended a small private catholic school which has since been shut down. fun fact ! if you’ve ever watched the Netflix doc “The Keepers” my school was only about 3 miles from where one of the nun’s bodies were found. The priest who was suspected to be the one to blame previously taught at the school i went to before moving to the one he is known for teaching at. Not really relevant, but i did always feel a bit uneasy there as a child so it was a weird thing to find out later.

Anyways, I attended this catholic school for 3 years. pre-k, kindergarden, and first grade. I would often ask to use the restroom and just wander around the halls or hide in the bathroom. I would get scolded for asking questions that were “inappropriate”. The one i remember most vividly was “If God created all of us, who created God ?” to one of the nuns, who became upset with me. We weren’t taught whar we should have been, and when I did move to public school i was far behind my peers in specifically science, math, and history, but I digress. This is my one class photo from our yearbook !

It is important to note that my first remembered instance of psychosis started when i attended this private school. My mom was picking me up one day, there was heavy traffic. She was trying to get over and was complaining no one would let her. I caught myself staring at my reflection in the front mirror of the car, and the clicking of the blinker kind of overwhelmed me. In the constant clicking I “decoded” a message that involved me being told to do something particularly violent. In my small brain in addition to my outside influences, I thought the person that sent this message to me was God. I was confused as to why, but I felt i did something wrong to deserve it. i quietly prayed in the back seat internally for forgiveness.

So I started to receive more messages from “God” commanding me to do something or another, typically vile in some way. i would hear this voice in my head frequently, until eventually it faded out and stopped. I dont remember when it stopped, i just remember i had this experience as a child and then when i was a little older i just didnt think about it anymore.

I do have gaps in my memory of my childhood, pretty big ones, for reasons im still struggling to understand to this day. So that makes things fuzzy. I do remember falling back into religion briefly in middle school, but eventually fell out of it again.

As i approached the end of highschool my mental health was tanking. Mostly with depression and anxiety, however this wouldnt be the worst it would get. In 2019 I was in college and things were getting increasingly worse. I was one of the few people that loved the isolation of the quarantine actually, i fear if not for that what was to come would have been way worse.

My symptoms of psychosis started to creep back into my life. I was already isolating before the quarantine, but got worse after it had started. I know i said i enjoyed it, and i did, but it also fed into some bad habits. Anyways I was becoming increasingly scared and paranoid, I was actively self harming, I was extremely depressed. I had plans to take my own life, a few of them actually. I started eating less. I didnt think much of it, I was just depressed, i have been depressed most of my life so this was just a particularly bad bout for me is what i thought.

That is, until one night where I had my first psychotic episode. It remains to be the worst and only very big episode i have had. I dealt with it mostly alone, never alerting my family of it. I was on the phone with one friend i had at the time, although they were not the kindest to me overall. Despite that they sat with me. This episode led to me standing in one place for over 2 hours too scared to move. When I finally did, it seemed to trigger a more violent outburst.

I wont go into too much detail but i left the experience cried out, bloodied, and heavily bruised. My legs were entirely black and blue for over a month following. After this episode I finally decided to try to get help, and I met with my psychiatrist for the first time. I was immediately put on several antidepressants which ended up being beneficial but in the beginning caused me to lose my appetite entirely. This is when i fell more and more into my eating disorder. With this though, I was still experiencing delusions and hallucinations and got put on my first antipsychotic.

It helped with my symptoms, and it helped me get back to a normal weight. Even tho at the time I was abusing my adderall I was still able to get my body (mostly) back to normal, at least physically. That being said, while my symptoms were lessened they were not gone, it just became less scary to me. Maybe it was because I was being desensitized, but thats something to ponder another time.

I started to become more and more infatuated with catholicism again from that original episode forward. I was obsessed and that voice of god returned to me. I started hearing clicking and chirping coming from the back of my right ear, which ive dubbed as a “chip” in my brain placed by god for me to receive his messages. I thought there was an evil inside of me that needed to be let out, which i did by participating in frequent bloodletting to force out the bad, and make my body create newer, cleaner, and holier blood. This was something i felt I had to keep up often so that this evil force wouldnt take over. I was eventually able to stop self harming, and have been clean for over 2 years now. It is hard and i still feel the need to “cleanse” myself, but i try my best to push it down.

Fast foreward to 2022 and I would start the first piece in my painting series. I still experienced symptoms but much less frequently ! I started to detail my experience thru art. I would finish the first piece in my series titled “Forgive Me Father” in 2023. Since then I have made many more.

So we finally get to today. I have waited to talk about my current relationship with religion until the end as I felt the context was necessary, and to be honest it is complicated. As you can tell, It has effected me greatly and has come and gone in my life.

I would say from where I am now, I am not religious. A better way to put it i suppose is i consciously make the choice to not be. Like I said its complicated.

I like to think of it as there is two of me in my body. One is paranoid, scared, and extremely delusional. This is the part that still believes god is communicating with them. This is the person that still prays for forgiveness and cries over the fear of being sent to hell for their sins, all approved and constructed by god himself. and then theres my rational side, which exists im sure solely because of my medication. This part is extremely self aware, can tell when i am being delusional or irrational, who knows this is something caused by my illness. They exist side by side, at the same time, always. They fight in my head for control but always exist simultaniously, think of it like a pie chart. one may be more prevelant but the other is still always there.

So in a way, there is a lot I do personally believe. That being said the reason I do believe is because of my schizophrenia. So I choose to navigate my life as someone who actively does not believe as an attempt to not let the delusion control me. do i think people who are religious are delusional ? I do not, but I know in my personal case what leads me to believe these things is an unwell mind.

I still have an intense fascination with catholicism and religion in general. I think its a beautiful thing, it moves me, but i must keep it at a distance to avoid hurting me. It is not something I can actively engage in outside of general interest because it would kill me, and despite my previous statements i would like to live at least a little longer haha.

With all that said, and I doubt anyone will read this whole thing, its been a rollercoaster of a ride. If anyone has questions about it, feel free to ask. Im an open book about this stuff online most days, and Im willing to offer any information about it.

[pupkashi]

a/n: hi hi !! i hope you guys like this little one shot !! please let me know what yall think :3 <3 not proofread at all oopsies

obsessed with the idea of sung jinwoo, notoriously terrible with names, remembering yours after only meeting once. jinwoo is immediately taken by you, he debates letting himself get injured just so you could heal him.

the debate lasts but a heartbeat in his mind as he lets himself get a couple cuts on his cheeks, smiling as he defeats the beast in front of him before heading over to you. “could you-?” he motions to the wounds and you nod quickly, holding your hands over his wounds and healing them.

“thank you, i don’t think i got your name” he gives you a small smile, stifling a chuckle when he sees your eyes go wide at his statement.

“must’ve slipped my mind” you chuckle, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you hunter sung.” jinwoo is looking at you with more interest than you thought he would, biting the inside of your cheek to try and hide your nerves.

“please just call me jinwoo, y/n” he smiles, liking the way your name fell off his tongue, “I’ll see you around.” there’s a charming glint in his eye that makes your knees buckle as you say a small ‘goodbye’ to him, heart racing as heat rises to your cheeks. you didn’t think you’d bump into jinwoo again, coming to terms with your schoolgirl crush that would go nowhere.

three weeks later you’re sitting in a coffee shop half empty cup in front of you as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you again,” the deep voice pulls your attention from the screen, your eyes meeting jinwoo’s blue ones. he finds it endearing the way your eyes widen a bit upon seeing him, a smile on his face. “may i?” he motions to the seat across from you as you nod with a small smile.

“hunte- jinwoo, hi” you correct yourself, fiddling with your fingers as you set your phone on the table, “how have you been?” jinwoo takes a sip from his drink, pausing before replying.

“I’ve been good, what have you been up to?” he fights the urge to ask if you were waiting on someone, a date? the thought alone makes his heart drop. what have you done to him?

“nothing much,” you say, “was supposed to meet a friend for lunch and catch up but she had to go deal with some dungeon” the tone of dejection in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed, jinwoo frowning at your reply.

“im sorry,” there’s a small pause before he speaks up again, “would you like to join me for lunch? I would love the company.” the charming smile on his face has your knees weak again, your heart racing as you look at your phone, no text from your friend.

“yeah, that’d be nice” you reply, a smile on your face as jinwoo sits across from you, staring at the menu. there’s a small pout on his lips as he struggles to find any food to order. “there’s not many food options here” you speak up, “we were gonna just go somewhere else to eat.”

jinwoo’s ears turn red as he stares back at you, setting the menu down and nodding. “oh, didn’t know that” he mumbles. you smile at him, cocking your head slightly.

“is it your first time here?” you question, jinwoo’s cheeks are now the same pink as his ears, as his eyes go slightly wide before closing slightly.

“honestly, i only came in because i saw you in here” a sheepish smile on his rose tinted face as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. you can’t stop the heat rising onto your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach going insane as you tried to hide the smile on your face.

“shall we?” jinwoo grins, standing up and following you out of the cafe. you thank him for holding the door open for you, mentally taking note of how much taller than you he was.

after a bit of wandering and small talk the two of you find a restaurant, entering and taking a seat. the conversation flows easily between the two of you, you feel strangely at ease despite this only being the second time you’d spoken to the man.

jinwoo offers to accompany you back to your apartment, you give him a soft smile and nod.

“y’know im a hunter too, right?” you tease, jinwoo laughs, holding his hands up in defense.

“sorry, just wouldn’t feel right if i didn’t even offer to walk to you home” the charming smile on his face isn’t helping your growing affection for the hunter.

there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your hands brushing against one another as you walk side by side. the two of you are looking in opposite directions, hearts racing as your pinkies link, a small shock is sent up your hand. neither of you say anything, jinwoo is biting his bottom lip, failing miserably at hiding the smile on his face.

“im kinda shocked you remembered my name” you speak up, breaking the silence and looking at the taller man next to you. “i heard you’re terrible with them” a small chuckle leaves your lips and jinwoo laughs softly.

“oh yeah, im the worst with names” he admits, his face is completely pink now, and he’s avoiding your gaze at all costs as he opens his mouth and closes it, thinking before speaking up again. “you just really caught my attention” he blurts out, trying to ignore igris and beru cheering him on from his shadow.

you’re a bit stunned at his words, heart leaping at his confession and you test the waters a bit by unlinking your pinkies and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “oh?” you giggle, as jinwoo’s blue eyes stare at you, the panic looked on his face morphs into a more relaxed confident one.

“I’ll admit I had a bit of a thing for you too” now it’s your turn to avoid his eyes. jinwoo smiles, humming softly and cocking his head “had?”

you stumble over your words a bit, “have, present tense” you finally say, jinwoo isn’t hiding his smile anymore, not even trying to suppress the small giggle leaving his lips.

the rest of the trip home is filled with giggles and bashful smiles, your stomach sinking a bit when you finally reach your front door.

“thank you for today, and for walking me home” you say, the two of you standing in front of the door. jinwoo is smiling down at you, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. your heart skips a beat, not wanting your time with him to end yet.

“of course, anytime” he says, clearing his throat and snapping out of the trance like state he was in. the two of you are quiet for a second, giving him a small smile and wave as you unlock your front door. “when can i see you again?” he asks, a lovesick look on his face as he stares at you.

you can’t help but feel excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach, thinking for a moment before replying. “Friday, pick me up at 6?”

jinwoo smiles, nodding happily before waving goodnight to you, waiting for you to close the door before he turns on his heel. the giant smile on his face is enough for igris to tease him, he doesn’t care, he feels on top of the world. he stops dead in his tracks as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

how did he forget to get your number?

[beloveds-embrace]

Noona you have given me brain worms.

I wonder what the guys would do if they found the scentless reader had entered an enemy house and killed them all before the guys could get close because of their lack of scent? Does John hate using them for intrusions but does it anyways because it's the best chance of everyone coming home alive? Do the guys have a ritual of coming home off missions and rescenting their reader? I really need to stop thinking about this one and get back to homework.

(As an aside I am in LOVE with your writing and I read your works when I get stuck because you craft words so well.)

I claim no guilt over giving anyone brain worms, and omfg thank you!! That’s extremely high praise to me bc i absolutelyyy love your works <33 💕💕 :3 for your first question, they wouldn’t exactly be surprised. It’s why you were brought on the Task Force, it’s what makes you so useful. But once they reached the state of wanting you, and then slowly pulling you in?

They hated it. Hated it every damn time Price gave the order, even if they knew it was the right call.

No scent. No designation. No trace of you ever being there.

You were a ghost, in ways that even Simon couldn’t match. Silent, invisible to the senses, slipping through enemy lines like smoke and leaving nothing but bodies in your wake.

It was useful. Crucial, even. Quite literally the reason why the military had so much use of you. The best chance of keeping everyone alive. Price knew it, hated it, and did it anyway. Every time.

But it never stopped the way his chest felt tight when he had to send you ahead- alone. Never stopped the sharp glances Ghost shot him before you slipped away into the shadows, or the way Soap and Gaz went so still as they listened for any sign of trouble over the comms.

And it definitely never stopped what came after.

The moment you were back- safe and whole but covered in blood- Price’s hand was on the back of your neck, thumb digging gently into your faulty scent gland, his grip firm and grounding. Ghost was right behind him, his presence dark and heavy, crowding close enough to make your breath hitch. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t have to.

Soap and Gaz weren’t far behind. Soap’s hands were already reaching for your gear, tugging straps and buckles loose, brushing against your skin as if to remind himself you were there. Gaz hovered close enough that you could feel the heat of him, his fingers brushing yours when he helped you unclip your holster.

They didn’t leave your side. Not through debriefing, not through cleaning up, not even when you asked them to.

And later- once the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion set in- they were all but dragging you into the nest.

It was deliberate, the way they settled you down in the middle of it, surrounded by blankets that smelled like them, by them. Soap’s hands lingered on your hips, steady and warm, and Gaz was already curling up beside you, pressing into your side like he was trying to leave traces of his scent on your skin.

Price sat at your back, his chest pressed to your spine, one arm looped around your waist while the other cradled your head, tucking it under his chin. He didn’t say anything- just held you there, anchoring you in place as Ghost knelt down in front of you, tugging off your boots and brushing his gloved fingers along your calves and ankles as he went.

And then they started.

Ghost first, leaning in close to press his masked face against your neck. The slow, deliberate drag of fabric and leather along your skin made you shiver, and he didn’t stop until Price hummed low in approval. Soap followed, brushing his cheek against your shoulder before dipping low to nuzzle at your thigh, his hands curling loosely around your knee.

Gaz was next, pressing his forehead against yours and lingering there long enough that you could feel his breath warm against your cheek.

Price was last. His beard scratched lightly against your skin as he dragged his mouth along your throat and jaw, rumbling quietly when you tilted your head for him without thinking.

It took hours. Longer than necessary, longer than it had to, but they didn’t stop until you were covered in them- soaked in their scents and surrounded on all sides.

Didn’t stop until Ghost finally leaned back, pulling his mask away just long enough to press his lips against your temple, and murmured, “There. No one’s getting near you now.”

(If it was before, when you still didn’t realize what they were doing- everything was sharper. Tighter.

They didn’t say anything, but you felt it. Felt the weight of their eyes on you when Price ordered you to take point. Felt the way Soap’s jaw clenched when you slipped away, silent and invisible, like you always did.

You noticed how Gaz lingered by the comms, fingers tapping nervously against the console even though he wasn’t the type to fidget. How Ghost’s hands hovered near his weapons, muscles coiled and ready to move like he was waiting for something to go wrong.

And then there was Price.

Price, who stood stiff and silent until you reappeared, covered in someone else’s blood and staring at him like you knew he hated it but couldn’t bring himself to say so. Price, who didn’t let go of your shoulder the entire debrief, whose thumb rubbed small, grounding circles into your skin every time someone so much as looked at you the wrong way, and you told yourself it was just some weird Alpha instinct that you wouldn’t realize.

They didn’t say anything, not really. Just kept touching- light brushes of Soap’s arm against yours, Gaz’s hand lingering a little too long when he passed you gear, Ghost standing so close you could feel the heat of him against your back.

You thought it was just nerves. Stress. You didn’t think it was something else- not until later.

Not until you were sitting in the nest, exhausted.

Not until you caught Ghost staring at you like he wanted to devour you, or Price leaning in so close that you felt his breath on your skin when he murmured, “Stay still, love.”

Not until Soap tucked himself against your side with a soft, pleased sound, and Gaz let out a low purr, his hands running up and down your arms like he was soothing something neither of you could name.

You didn’t understand it- not then- but they did. The confusion on your face was almost cute if not just a touch infuriating.)

[lia-linny]

summary: A hilarious TikTok trend changes yn's life when her crush sees the funny video titled "reasons why i would date Lee Felix" and a notification pops up in her phone the day after: "@leefelix_brownieboy posted a video"

genre: fluff, Highschool au, social media romance

words: 1.9k

"What about Wooyoung?"

The chatter in the school cafeteria was as loud as ever, but at the table where yn sat with her friends, it felt like a world of its own. Loud, chaotic, and full of giggles. Typical teenage conversations were held, from the latest fashion trends to celebrity gossip. That day, they first passionately discussed how cute Bang Chan and his new girlfriend the skater girl looked together. Then, the topic had shifted to relationships in general, and her friends had started wondering why yn was still single. Determined to change that as soon as possible, they decided to set her up with someone. All they needed now was to find someone who match all her criteria.

"Wooyoung is way too flirty for me," yn replied with a smirk to Karina’s question.

"Jungwon?" Winter chimed in.

"Nah... not really my type..." Yn was sitting between Karina and Winter, across from Ningning and Giselle, while her friends worked through their mental list of guys with the precision of a detective team. As she twirled the straw in her iced tea can, Giselle asked:

"Sunghoon? Figure skater energy?"

"I’d fall, and he’d definitely laugh at me." That sparked another round of giggles.

Giselle rested her chin in her hand. "Girl, your type doesn’t even exist. You’re picky times ten."

"That’s called having standards," yn shot back with a grin but deep down, she knew her friend was right. She had never been someone who fell in love easily. She preferred to watch, analyze, and take her time. If you were going to fall, then it should be for the right one, right? Why waste time just to find out that he is an asshole?

"Okay, wait." Ningning leaned in, her voice a little softer, almost teasing. "What about Felix?" Something tightened in yn’s stomach. Bullseye.

"Felix?"

"Yeah, you know. Bakes like a god, gamer, freckles." All eyes turned to her. Yn had tried to stay neutral, but the telltale blush on her cheeks had given her away. Plus, she was pretty sure anyone within a ten-kilometer radius could hear her pounding heartbeat.

"Oh my God, she’s blushing!" Karina exclaimed.

"He’s just..." yn sighed, playing with her fork in the food. "He’s exactly my type. Looks-wise. Personality-wise. He’s just so..."

"Sunshine?" Giselle teased with a grin. Yn nodded slowly, a quiet smile playing on her lips.

"Guys, I think our angel is in love! Omg, we have to get them together!!! Sunshine meets sunshine!"

"You two TikTok nerds would vibe perfectly," Winter said.

"You’d go viral before you’re even official!" Ningning laughed. Yn laughed along, but one thought stuck in her mind. Felix. She had never really talked to him just a few fleeting glances in the hallway, maybe some mutual TikTok likes but something about him felt... magnetic.

She pushed the thought aside. It was just a fun conversation among friends, nothing more. It wasn’t like she actually had anything to do with him...

But later that night, while scrolling through TikTok and stumbling upon the new trend “Reasons why I would date…”, a thought flickered. What if?

It was just after midnight, the light in yn’s room dimmed, only the fairy lights above her desk casting a warm, flickering glow across the walls. Her finger hovered above the record button. It was just for fun. She propped up her phone on a stack of books, fixed her hair, and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt slightly over her forehead for the vibe. Then she hit record.

“Reasons why I would date... Lee Felix.”

For social media, yn had scraped together every bit of confidence she could find. It was meant to be funny. She looked at the camera with a grin as she raised her fingers one by one, counting off the reasons.

"1. He's nicer to strangers than 90% of people will ever be.

2. He bakes. And well. I mean, come on.

3. His freckles are cuter than anything I’ve ever seen. They are like little stars on his face. It looks so friendly.

4. His laugh. I can’t even explain it, but my heart literally does a flip. I’m convinced that every time Felix smiles, he saves a life somewhere in the world.

5. His voice is fucking hot..."

At the last point, she had to giggl a bit and hid her face in her hands. She ended the video with a crooked smile and added a caption:

@ just.yn'n.bakin: just girly things ~ only my mutuals will see this anyway lol 🍪☀️"

The next morning, she had just wanted to check if her best friend had replied to one of her messages. Instead, TikTok had been blinking with 999+ new notifications. Her eyes widened with shock.

"Oh my God." The video had gone viral overnight. Not “haha a few likes”-viral. Millions of views. And tens of thousands of comments, like: “I ship you two SO HARD.” “Felix, you’ve got 24 hours, bro.” “Manifesting this relationship.” “Why am I crying over this???”

Yn stared at the screen as her fingers trembled.

Ping!

Message from Karina: “YOU’RE GOING VIRAL?!”

Then Winter: “Felix definitely saw it.” Seconds later, another one: “He’s literally liking the comments?? Girl I see your love story already!”

Her heart had started racing fast. Faster. Way too fast. She had never thought this would turn into something real when she recorded the video. She hadn’t even dreamed that Felix might actually see it. Somehow, it all felt... embarrassing. Did it make her seem hopelessly in love? Would he find it weird? Cringe? She could already imagine a response video: "Reasons why I would NOT date yn!!!!!! 🤢🤮😂"

Ping!

Notification TikTok: “@leefelix_brownieboy posted a new video.” Still trying to steady her breathing, she quickly tapped the push notification. Her video the one she had half-jokingly recorded before bed was now part of a duet.

Left side: her original. Right side: Felix.

He was sitting cross-legged on his bed in a hoodie, a blanket half-draped over his legs, his hair messy. But his grin was bright and a little shy. He let the video play in full lenght without interrupting, but it was clear he was struggling not to laugh. His cheeks growing redder with every reason she listed.

Yn, watching, had also turned increasingly red as she saw Felix listening to every single word she had said about him the night before. And just when she was about to die of embarrassment... He started his own list.

“Reasons why I would date yn.

Sunshine recognizes sunshine.

2. She bakes better than me. And I don’t say that lightly. You can literally taste the love in her baking. I almost proposed to her when she handed out those cinnamon rolls on her birthday last year.

3. She makes TikToks that are meant just for her friends and still manages to make me laugh so hard I’ve got a whole folder where I save them.

4. She always likes the same TikToks I do. It’s creepy. But cute. She’s funnier than she admits.

5. And… she stole my heart faster than my friends could even send me her video."

At the end, he looked straight into the camera, tilted his head slightly, his tone soft almost unsure but clearly meant for her.

“Yn, if you’re watching this… I wouldn’t be uninterested. Just saying.” The video had ended with a wink, and her eyes had immediately jumped to the caption:

@ leefelix_brownieboy: Someone tell her I’ll be looking for her in the hallway today.

~☆~

Yn felt like every pair of eyes in the hallway was on her. And she probably wasn’t wrong at least three students had already smiled at her like she was some kind of local celebrity. Some of the younger girls, standing in a whispering circle, looked like they were seconds away from asking for a selfie, the way they were dreamily staring at yn.

She tried her best at stucking close to Karina as they made their way to the lockers. But then yn heard a familiar voice. The same voice she had, just yesterday, publicly declared as hot. “Hey.”

She turned around. Felix stood right in front of her, hands tucked into his pockets, that same crooked grin from his TikTok but somehow more real in person. From the far end of the hallway, the group of girls squealed in delight, and yn was pretty sure one of them was about to faint.

“So… uh. Sunshine meets sunshine, huh?” His gaze turned a little cautious, like he was trying to gauge her reaction. Yn let out a soft laugh, then nodded.

“I guess TikTok shipps us.”

“Then we probably shouldn’t disappoint the internet,” he said with a smirk. A brief pause followed. Yn couldn’t quite tell if he was flirting or asking if she wanted to film a TikTok together.

“Kinda random but... coffee after school? Or cupcake baking? I’ll bring the ingredients, you bring that love-recipe of yours?” Yn’s grin grew.

“Only if you help bake.”

“Deal.”

TikTok or date? Maybe it could be both.

~☆~

The air was thick with the scent of vanilla and melted chocolate, wrapping around the two of them like a second layer of sugar. They both had a natural charm when it came to socializing. Chatting with people had never been hard for either of them but this didn’t feel like just any new aquintance. The conversation flowed easily, jumping from topic to topic, laughter echoing between them as they built inside jokes like it was second nature. Something between them just clicked.

While yn kneaded dough for the second batch with flour-dusted fingers, Felix stood beside her with a piping bag in hand, brows furrowed in concentration like cupcake decorating was a sacred art.

“If you stare at that piece of baked dough any harder, I’m gonna get jealous,” yn teased. Felix looked up, pushed his bottom lip out playfully, and grinned.

“I just want you to know I can do more than TikTok dances. I have to bring out all my baking skills to impress you.” He held up a cupcake with a tiny, hand-drawn heart on top.

“Try it.” She took a bite and immediately burst into laughter.

“You swapped salt and sugar in the frosting, sweetie.”

“What?! No-” He yanked the cupcake back, tasted it himself, and pulled a disgusted face. “Okay, plan B: I bring the romance, you save the flavor.” He wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated flirt, which sent them both into another round of laughter.

Once yn had finished baking the rest of the muffins and they had decorated them this time with actual sweet frosting they arranged the cupcakes neatly on the kitchen table. The phone was clipped into the tripod, TikTok already recording. Felix grinned into the camera.

“Okay, guys, you wanted an update…” He gestured to yn, who gave a shy little wave, cheeks slightly pink. “This gorgeous girl said yes mostly to cupcakes, but also kinda to me.” They both giggled and grabbed a cupcake each, holding them up in front of their faces like silly dough-eyed monsters. And just before the recording timer ran out, Felix leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

@ just.yn’n.baking: From TikTok mutuals to cupcake partners. Recipe for love?

The comments exploded: “STOP I’M CRYING THIS IS TOO WHOLESOME” “The internet really just played cupid for a softboy and a softgirl.” “Think I’ll try TikTok instead of Tinder now. This gives me hope.” “If they start dating I won’t even know which one I’m more jealous of.”

~☆~

A warm Sunday afternoon, sunlight spilling golden through the half-open window. Felix’s room was a cozy mess: a gaming setup in one corner, a plushie on the bed that yn had jokingly given him weeks ago now clearly treasured and a fruit plate his mom had brought in with a knowing look. A TikTok tripod stood in the middle of the room.

“Okay, this time you’re nailing the drop, right?” yn teased.

“Hey! I’ve gotten better.” She tossed him a hair tie with a laugh. He caught it and tried to tie back the loose strands of his long blond hair, but the ponytail failed miserably most of his hair fell right back into his face.

“Let me do it,” she said without thinking and stepped closer, gently gathering his hair in her hands. She was standing so close now that Felix had to swallow hard. When her hands dropped, they looked at each other. Their eyes met long, deep, and quiet. But just as quickly as the moment came, it passed.

They both stepped back, the music started. Three… two… one they danced. But at the crucial part, Felix missed the beat, stumbled, and nearly fell backward straight into yn. She didn’t fall, thankfully, instinctively placing her hands on his waist to steady him. His face was just inches from hers. Suddenly everything went quiet. The music was still playing, but they could barely hear it. Yn’s heart thudded in her chest. Felix’s breath brushed against her cheek. The distance between them was so small. So easy to close. But neither moved. They were too new at this. Too unsure. As far as yn knew, Felix had never had a partner. Neither had she.

Later she saved the video in her drafts. Too sweet to delete. Too intimate to post.

~☆~

A gray Tuesday. The sky above the school looked like someone had drained all the color from it. Thick, looming clouds were gathering. something was definitely brewing up there. And right on cue, as the final bell of the day echoed through the halls, a sudden downpour broke loose.

“Oh no,” yn murmured, clutching her backpack closer. Of course she hadn’t checked her weather app that morning. Now she was standing there no umbrella, no jacket just a light top already fluttering from the sharp wind.

“Here.” Before she could protest, Felix had tugged off his hoodie. warm, soft, smelling like him and pulled it over her head, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“But you’ll get soaked.”

“I’m Australian. I’ve seen worse,” he grinned. They walked through the rain together, shoulders brushing. Even though his shirt was getting soaked, he looked at her like none of it mattered like she was the only thing that did.

Cautiously, she slipped her hand into his. And it felt so right, they practically floated home.

“Keep it warm for me. Or keep yourself warm with it. Both work.” That had been Felix’s last message. He’d walked her home, hoodie and all flashing her a shy smile as he told her to keep it. The butterflies it gave her then? Gone now.

Because the rain had left her with a cold. Her nose was red, her throat scratchy. She layed curled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket, some random Netflix series droning in the background as she scrolled aimlessly through social media. The day dragged on like molasses. She had canceled on her friends and was now just... existing in a pile of tissues and self-pity.

The soft chime from the doorbell snapped her out of it. Groaning, she shuffled to the door only to blink in surprise when she opened it to see familiar doe eyes and a freckled face. Felix stood there. One hand held a small paper bag, the other a thermos. His hoodie was pulled up over his damp blonde hair, misted with rain. Somehow, that made him look even more handsome.

“Heard you’re not quite yourself today.” yn blinked.

“How did you…?”

“Karina. And the TikTok silence. Very un-yn to not post something silly all day.” He offered the bag to her.

“Cough drops figured your throat’s killing you. And… ginger tea. I know, it tastes like trash, but it works.” She gave a raspy laugh.

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe. But cute while doing it.” She let him in. They didn’t talk much he sat on the floor while she remained bundled up on the couch. They both scrolled through TikTok, showing each other their favorites now and then. It was low-energy, simple… but somehow perfect. And somewhere between one video and the next, yn fell asleep.

~☆~

The TikTok started with light and romantic pop music. Felix stood in the foreground, Chan holding the phone, and Hyunjin commentating loudly off-camera: “Okay guys, today’s the day. Sunshine’s asking Sunshine!”

Cut.

A timelapse of the boys decorating a small garden, fairy lights twinkled overhead, handmade paper stars hung from branches, and colorful paintings swayed gently in the breeze.

Cut.

Felix, in a pastel yellow shirt, tried to mask his nerves with his signature crooked grin.

“She has no idea,” he said to the camera. “when this works, it’s gotta be the most wholesome TikTok move of the year. Holy crap, I’m nervous.”

Cut.

Yn appeared, led into the garden by Ningning, who could barely suppress her squeal. When yn saw the lights, she froze. Her eyes widened. The boys stood in a line, each holding a sign. Above them hung a banner: "REASONS WHY I WANT YOU TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND:"

Cut.

A clip played showing the signs up close:

1. Because every day with you feels like my favorite song and I never want to hit pause.

2. Because you wear my hoodie like it’s always been yours.

3. Because you’d give me the last cupcake.

4. Because you record our cringe moments and turn them into my favorites.

5. Because you’re sweet. But not just that. You’re brave, smart, funny… and most off all perfect for me.

6. Because your laugh makes me laugh even when I have no idea what’s funny.

7. Because you make me feel chosen. And you’re picky. But you picked me.

At the end, Felix stood there holding a cupcake, his eyes soft, his smile quietly excited.

Cut.

YN’s eyes glistened as the realization hit. Gently, Felix stepped closer.

“Yn… from the first video, I knew you were special. And with every laugh, every cupcake, every second together… I knew it even more.” He cleared his throat, voice shaking slightly as he looked into her eyes.

“So… will you be my girlfriend? Officially? My Sunshine?” Yn covered her mouth, eyes wide. She was laughing half overwhelmed, half head-over-heels.

“Yes. A hundred times yes.” She threw her arms around him, and as cheers erupted behind them, she kissed him. Soft. Warm. Honest.

The boys exploded behind them. Changbin shouted, “FINALLY!” Hyunjin zoomed in dramatically. Seungmin threw confetti. Jisung yelled, “THAT’S MY BOY!”

Pure chaos erupted. The video ended on a freeze frame of the kiss, calmly lit by the fairy lights.

@ leefelix_brownieboy: Sunshine x Sunshine official now! 🙀🥳💙

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https://www.tumblr.com/trashytracktales/778028575513280512/hey-babe-i-cant-stop-thinking-about-lando-fucking

a fic like this would probably kill me, just saying...👀

Season opener | LN⁴

🔸️ inspired by this ask

🔸️ summary ──── After securing his first win of the season, Lando can’t wait to celebrate with his girlfriend.

🔸️ pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

🔸️ rating ──── explicit

🔸️ warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, smut, swearing, semi-public setting, desperate!Lando, unprotected sex (against the wall), mild praise kink and possessiveness, overstimulation, interrupted intimacy (oops 👀).

🔸️ word count ──── 2.7k

🔸️ date ──── Mar. 25, 2025

🔸️ a/n ──── Here’s a little quickie to hold you over before I drop a 10k (so far) one-shot later this week. That mf has been living rent-free in my brain for a month now, and if I don’t end up posting it, you guys officially have permission to throw tomatoes at me. Enjoy this while you wait 💋

THERE’S STILL A lot of noise ringing in Lando’s ears, even as he’s dragged from one obligation to the next. The podium was nice, the feeling of being drowned in champagne and cheers always welcome, even though it can get really uncomfortable. It’s been a weekend full of twists and turns that, thankfully, is coming to a happy ending for him. But the real celebration awaits in his driver’s room.

However, it seems like the universe has decided to taunt him some extra today, with the post-race interviews where every question feels like it stretches time longer than naturally possible, and the conference where he has to relive every lap, as if there weren’t thousands of cameras that captured every angle of the race.

A real-life purgatory, that’s what it feels like.

His body is still running hot, adrenaline refusing to settle and, trough it all, there’s only one thought consuming his mind. He’s trying not to think about her, though, or the orange mini dress she picked out weeks ago for the season opener. He even tries not to imagine the curves of her body every time he blinks or to hear her soft voice in his mind, that sweet whimper that makes him more tense with every touch.

Lando grips the back of his neck as he listens to another useless question, his patience wearing thin. He can still feel the weight of her teary eyes on him earlier, the way she had smiled at him when he climbed out of the car. It was quick, a moment stolen in the chaos, but he caught it. It was theirs. And ever since, he’s been aching to get back to his girlfriend.

From the conference he is dragged straight to the debriefing and, by the time that finally ends, Lando is already moving before anyone can stop him; he mutters something about needing a minute and storms down the hall. His race suit is still damp from sweat and champagne, hugging his muscles, the collar pulled loose where he had yanked at it earlier. His curls are a mess, damp at the roots, and his entire body is vibrating with something more than just the thrill of the first win of the season.

He doesn’t hesitate at all when he reaches his room. Just opens the door eagerly, closing it just as quickly. The second he sees her, his stomach flips.

She’s already standing up from the little couch, her face lighting up the moment she realizes it’s him. “Congratulations, my lo—”

Lando is on her in an instant, crossing the small space with long steps and grabbing her waist, lifting her off the ground. She gasps in surprise, laughing breathlessly as her arms wrap around his neck, her fingers threading into his damp curls at the back of his head.

“Oh! Someone missed me, I see,” she giggles, breathing against his cheek.

Lando exhales deeply, his chest heaving, hands tightening around her hips. He can’t think straight, can’t focus on anything but her warmth against him, the scent of her sweet perfume mixing with the sharp tang of champagne on his suit.

“You have no idea. I was losing my fucking mind,” he admits, chuckling in return. He presses his forehead against hers, his breath hot. Purposely, his hands slide down her back, pressing her flush against him. “Thought about you the whole time. Could barely focus.”

Before she can catch her breath, her back meets the hard surface of the nearest wall. Another startled gasp leaves her lips, swallowed instantly by his mouth, his kiss demanding in ways she’s felt it before.

But not like this.

It’s the kind of kiss that takes her by surprise, leaves her thoughtless and very, very aroused. The dress has already lifted up her thighs, and they’re squeezing around him as if Lando could get out of her embrace if she’s not careful. What soothes her, however, is the fact that he is the one who pushes himself even harder against her, pressing his chest against hers until he almost leaves her out of breath.

Lando’s race suit is tight around his body, but he doesn’t have enough energy to care about anything else but her. All he knows is the way her lips part, letting him in like she has no choice, the way her fingers grip his shoulders, and the way his entire body feels like it’s still racing. Only now, it’s for and because of her.

She deepens the kiss, messy and uncoordinated, teeth grazing and tongues tangling in a tender yet rushed desire. Her hands run up the expanse of his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles as he holds her up effortlessly, her feet barely touching the ground. His biceps flex under her touch, and the realization that he’s holding back, restraining himself just enough so he doesn’t break her against that wall, only makes her more pliable in his arms.

“In here?” she asks between kisses.

Lando lets out a little noise while exhaling, feeling her heat pressed against him even through layers of clothing. One of his hands moves, lifting her dress even higher, until it hangs somewhere around the middle of her waist. His fingers are hungrily skimming her bare skin, until they find the waistband of her panties. He doesn’t have enough patience to tease. Just pulls at them, dragging the thin fabric down her thighs and letting it pool at her ankles.

“That answers your question?” asks Lando, feeling her nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself.

“Mhm,” she lets out a shaky breath, “So eager.”

Lando grins, shrugging, “Got some adrenaline left I need to burn off.”

He groans in frustration as he fumbles with his zipper, refusing to let go of her even for a second. Finally, he yanks it down just enough, his breath heavy as he works himself free with a sharp hiss. In all the rush, Lando’s hands won’t stay away from her hips for too long, keeping her exactly where he needs her.

The girl watches him, eyes filled with amusement despite the heat between them. Then she laughs, a silky sound that makes his heart race in his chest. Lando looks at her and something tender flickers in his gaze, even as he pushes his hips forward, even as the impatience still coils hot in his veins.

“You think this is funny?” he asks, lips curving into a smirk.

She shakes her head, though still amused at the image in front of her, and the way he’s so impatient he can’t even get out of the suit properly. “Nope. I think it’s hilarious.”

Lando scoffs dramatically, like he can’t believe her audacity. “Oh, yeah?” he challenges, his voice lower now. “Let’s see how funny you find this, then.”

Before she can throw another quip his way, his hand slides between her thighs, fingers trailing over her entrance with a lazy kind of intent. She sucks in a breath, all the amusement vanishing in a blink of an eye, her head knocking back against the wall as her body responds to his familiar touch.

Lando watches her reaction, the smirk widening on his flushed face. “Shit, you’re right,” he agrees, dipping his fingers in just enough to make her shudder. “It is hilarious,” he tilts his head, pretending to think. “Yeah. Getting wet so quickly almost has me rolling on the floor.”

He slides his fingers up and down her opening, then pushes two at once inside, curling them right before pulling out, only to make her squirm. Her thighs tighten around his waist, demanding more, but it’s not about her right now. It’s about him, making it a moment worthy of the Winner’s Room.

He’s painfully hard next time he cups himself, and the first press of his cock against her clit sends a shiver up her spine. Lando drags his length down her folds with uncharacteristic patience, until the distance between them diminishes completely, and he kisses her again, lazier than before. Their world becomes substantially smaller, and there’s just hot skin, erratic breathing, and the slick, aching need to be as close as possible. He lines himself up and thrusts in one smooth motion, punching a moan from her lips that she barely manages to swallow down.

Lando lets his forehead fall to hers, chuckling gently. “Not too loud, yeah?”

She shakes her head, “Don’t ruin the fun.”

He’s buried inside her, stretching so sweet that it sends a full-body shudder through her. The wall behind is harsh, but all she can focus on is the way he fills her completely. How he holds her there, with no chance to slip away. Not that she wants to be anywhere else but here, right now, with him.

Lando’s fingers grip her tighter as he pulls back, then slams into her again, feeling her walls pulsing faster around his cock. A broken whimper escapes her, her head falling defeated on his shoulder. It makes him curse under his breath, finally finding a rhythm that’s both deep and devastating. Each thrust forces a soft cry from her throat, her body moving in unison with his, nails raking down his sweaty back.

The way she pulls him in turns Lando on even more, the only sounds between them the ragged breaths and the wet, obscene noises of him fucking her right there, against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” exclaims Lando, biting down on her shoulder, his hips snapping up harder.

She lets out a hiss, her head is spinning while pleasure is building gradually, her body burning from the inside out. She fists his curls, dragging his mouth back to hers, swallowing his groans as she squeezes him.

“That’s so good, baby. Shit. Keep doing that.”

The way she feels around him, the way she moans and gasps his name, the way her body reacts to him like she was made for him — everything gets too much for Lando. Yet, he somehow finds himself craving more of her. His movements grow sloppier, pushing him to drive into her faster.

“Lando…” she moans his name in a whisper, cupping his face with the intention to kiss him. But the way he’s moving inside her makes her weak, so she ends up holding on to him with limited strength, like her life depends on it.

And right now, it does.

Their eyes meet just as he lifts her thigh higher on his waist, the small adjustment allowing him to sink deeper.

“Fuck, Lando,” she whines, her voice barely more than a breath. “You feel so—”

He doesn’t let her finish. A hard thrust has her choking on her words, and the way she clenches down around him makes his jaw go slack.

“Yes, tell me,” he urges, his voice too unsteady, hanging on by a thread, while his fingers press into the curve of her waist like he’s trying to brand himself into her skin.

She loses it, her hands tugging at his hair just to hear his little noises in return. “Feel so good, love,” she breathes heavily, her head falling back, exposing her throat. “Fucking me so good.”

A guttural curse escapes him, dragging her against him with a pace that makes her cry out in pleasure. “That so?” he rasps, his teeth grazing her jaw before his lips claim hers, swallowing every desperate sound she makes. “Then take it, baby,” he orders gently, “All of it. All for you.”

“Shit—don’t stop,” she begs, her eyes teary because of how tense with pleasure her body gets.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Feel how perfect you are? How fucking tight, hm? That’s it,” he encourages her, watching the way her lashes flutter open to look at him. “Gonna let me feel you fall apart?” asks Lando, going somehow even deeper with each thrust.

Her back arches, a broken moan spilling from her lips. She’s so full and desperate to come, and he knows she’s close; her whines and the way her body reacts giving it away in the most obvious way.

“Need you, Lan,” she breathes in spasms, “Please.”

“I can see that, baby. Come on,” he grits out, his movements turning frantic. “Let me have it.”

Her body trembles at his words, at the sheer heat in his voice. The way he holds her, firm and possessive, sends her spiraling. Every thrust, every rough snap of his hips only winds her tighter, like he’s pulling her apart piece by piece just to put her back together again.

“Lan-do,” she breathes, voice breaking on his name. “I… oh, fuck,” she can barely think anymore, barely breathe with the way he’s fucking into her, like stopping isn’t even an option.

His hand slides up her side, gripping the back of her neck, tilting her head so she has no choice but to meet his gaze again. His eyes are way too dark now, blown wide with lust, sending another wave of heat flooding through her veins. He goes harder when he sees the desire on her face, pushing her further against the wall, and she lets out a high-pitched moan before biting her lip, remembering where they are.

“Wanna feel you all over my cock,” she hears him saying, but she’s so overstimulated now that can’t quite process the meaning of his words. She’s not sure she’s even breathing as Lando presses his body against her with more force, continuing, “Be a good girl and let go for me.”

That’s all it takes. Her body seizes, her head spinning as pleasure rips through her, hot and intense. And endless. She clenches around him, pulsing, shaking, and the feeling, the sight of her unraveling for him, sends Lando spiraling too.

He chokes out a curse, burying his face in her neck as he surrenders, his hips pressing deep and desperate to keep her close as he fills her. The warmth spreads between them, spilling down her thighs, and the sheer filthiness of it only makes her moan, her fingers flying to curl in his hair once again.

Lando rests his forehead against hers, panting, his lips ghosting over her cheek. He doesn’t move away just yet. Instead, he pulls out, and a sharp whimper escapes her as she feels the mess they’ve made drip down her thighs.

Then, without warning, he pushes back in making her gasp silently this time, her hands gripping his shoulders.

“Wait, Lan,” she almost cries, her voice raw.

He keeps her still while he rolls his hips, slow and teasing, his other hand trailing down her stomach before settling low on her belly.

She shudders at the touch and at the way he’s still so deep inside of her, tilting her head and blinking heavy-lidded. “Wh—what are you doing?”

Lando barely hears her. His attention is caught on where they’re still connected, mesmerized by the way his cock glistens with their release as he continues to lazily move in and out. He watches the way her spent body still takes him in, so perfectly, his jaw clenching as pleasure coils in his gut all over again. It sends his head spinning, the wet sensation of skin on skin almost maddening.

Every shift, every sudden flutter of her walls around him, threatens to pull him under completely.

“Fuck, baby,” his raspy voice is laced with adoration. “I can look at you all day.”

Her body is already responding before her mind can catch up. She clenches around him again and again, and Lando chuckles lowly, the sound rich with satisfaction.

“Oh, shit! You like that, don’t you? Hearing how good of a girl you are for me, hm?”

She nods and, without meaning to, she tightens around him harder.

Lando’s grin turns smug. “Yeah, you do,” his hips still for a beat, his hands flexing against her waist before he gives her one hard thrust that knocks the air from her lungs. “Like that, baby,” he groans, the words dripping with heat. “Keep me in.”

The sensation of her pulling him even deeper rips a moan straight from his throat, and Lando drops his forehead to her shoulder, breathing heavily.

“Fucking hell, you’re killing me,” he rasps, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against her damp skin. “Swear to God, I’ll come again if you—”

“Lando?” a muffled, familiar voice rings out from the other side of the door, accompanied by knocking. “Your parents are waiting, mate. You good in there?”

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1.0 we are all sinners (the one shot ver)

starring: you, remmick, and bo pairing: bo chow/reader. maybe remmick/reader/bo? mostly bo chow/reader for now

warnings: slight but a bit more nsfw, very very slight smut, open-at-your-own-risk, dark romance, vampirism, corruption, moral and literal seduction, temptation, sharing is caring(?), reverse harem(ish), hive-mind, manipulation

summary: in this world, there is no grace chow. only y/n chow. and boy, does that have consequences.

word count: 2k+

concept ver: 0.1

"Because I know everything he knows now. Even how you like to be licked."

"And I can promise I won't bite too hard."

a/n: so it became a bit bigger than i intended, but honestly i wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if i didnt get this idea out of my head. let me know what y'all think! if this gets enough traction, ill think of making a series

Ever since you first came to town, everyone knew that Bo was more than smitten with you. You, the girl with paint-stained fingers, and a smile that was all rainbows and teeth. He was always the first to seek you out. Always the first to ask for your services. Whether it was for a sign, a label, or even just some basic repainting, he always went to you, and never anyone else. 

It wasn’t until he finally proposed to you, on one knee and all, that he revealed the real reason he had kept calling you back to his store.

“I liked the art, of course,” he said with a charming grin. “It just so happened I liked the pretty girl behind it even more.”

That’s how Y/N Chow came to be. For two years now, you’ve been at Bo’s side, working at the shop, and occasionally painting some signs (for a fee). It was a running joke in town, that even your husband was no exception, meaning even he couldn’t get it for free. 

But whereas the other locals had to pay in cash, Bo paid it forward to you a bit…differently.

“One more time, baby. I still owe you for that shiny new menu, don’t I?” Bo teased. He had his hands between your legs, still slick from your last round. If people knew that the weekly (and in some cases, even daily) signs were just an excuse for your insatiable husband to get his hands on you, you doubted you’d get as many compliments as you did whenever a new one was put up. 

Your life had been peaceful, perfect even, for those first two years. So perfect, in fact, that you and Bo were on the brink of taking the next big step together. The two of you had saved up more than enough for it. And even you had to admit you were just as eager to finally have a little one of your own. One who would be a perfect combination of you both. 

“I wouldn’t mind a girl. Especially if she’s as pretty as her mama,” Bo whispered as he curled up behind you. It was the middle of the night, and even though he had damn near put you to sleep with that crazy stamina of his, you couldn’t seem to close your eyes just yet. Not with him still pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck. 

“Or a boy as charming as his daddy,” you sighed back drowsily. 

Your husband, ever the sweet-talker, didn’t even hesitate. “Why don’t we try for both?” 

So when one of the SmokeStack twins came barging into the store–one you later remembered as Smoke–you weren’t entirely opposed to the new commission for their new venture. The extra money never hurt anyone. And you would be hard-pressed to say no to Bo’s old-time friends. 

Club Juke, they called it. And while you thought the old sawmill to be a strange location for a new club, you didn’t question it…even though you probably should have. The red sign, despite being your own creation, was ominous enough on its own. And yet, you still let Bo lead you inside without even waiting for the paint to dry. The unmatched supply of alcohol should have rang as suspicious. You doubted even the grocer stocks had as much beer and wine as the twins did, and yet, that didn’t stop you from taking the occasional sinful sip. 

The real kicker, however, was the music. Sammie, who even you distinctly remember as the preacher’s little boy, was clearly unmatched at the guitar. And his voice, a hypnotic drawl, that could tempt the most pious to the dancefloor. Not even you and Bo could escape his song. And even though it was only your husband at your side, you could have sworn you heard the symphony of the ancestors joining you both. 

“You’re glowing, baby.” 

“Am I?” You hummed, still lost in the mesmerizing feeling of being part of something greater. Of finally belonging, despite never having really been lost in the first place. 

Bo didn’t say anything more, too entranced as you began spinning around him once more, silk skirt flapping behind you. There was a heady feeling that seemed almost electric. And the more you danced, teasing him with passing touches and glances, the more you could tell it was starting to affect him, too.

That all came to a pause, however, when they arrived.

Three voices in harmony, in what you supposed was a catchy, albeit simple tune. Nothing as intoxicating as the heavy blues of Sammie, but still melodic enough for you to recognize the talent behind it. As you took a peek over your Smoke’s shoulder, curious to see who exactly was singing, you were met with shadowed brown eyes staring unblinkingly into yours. 

“Picked poor robin clean…I picked his hair, I picked his teeth…” 

You tilted your head curiously, more than surprised as the banjo player proceeded to wink at you mid-song. Still, you didn’t think much of it as anything beyond performer’s charisma. And that was almost wiped from your mind entirely when you felt Bo’s hands begin to pull you away from the door. 

You didn’t turn back once, not with your husband now by your side. If you did, you would’ve noticed said banjo player still staring after you both. (But you didn’t.)

You weren’t sure what happened in between that moment and now. Only that something wretched was overtaking the place. One that was marked by Stack’s death at Mary’s hands. No one saw that coming. Much less your husband, who once regaled you with their tragic love story a few years ago. 

You wanted to feel bad for Smoke, you truly did. But your gut feeling told you that you couldn’t afford to. Not when something haunted and evil was beginning to envelope Club Juke like an oncoming storm. 

“We need to leave, Bo.” 

“Baby, he just lost his brother. We can’t just leave him now.”

“I know he’s your friend, but we came to help the club. We didn’t sign up for whatever…this is,” you pleaded. “Please, Bo. This is scaring me. Just take me home first, at least.” 

“Alright. I’ll go get the car for us. You sure you can pack everything by yourself?” At your shaky nod, Bo pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “You wait right here, baby. I’ll be right back.”

If you had known that would be the last time you would see your husband, you wouldn’t have begged as hard as you did. But none of you knew what you were dealing with. Not until Cornbread returned acting all strange. Or when Smoke shot him in the head, to no effect. It only really really hit you when Stack somehow came back….wrong. 

Vampires were supposed to be myths. And yet, this…this was terrifyingly real. 

"Let me go! I need to go after Bo!" 

"Careful now. You walk out there, Y/N, you might not walk back in." 

"I can't just sit here and do nothing! My husband is outside with those—those things!" 

But Smoke put his foot down, stopping your argument in its tracks. "Bo can handle himself, Y/N. Besides, you know he wouldn't want to put you at risk either. Bo'd want you here. Inside. Where it's safe."  

It was only thanks to Annie that you and the other survivors had an inkling of what to do. Dead bodies, like the one you found behind the bar, didn’t stay dead for long. Bullets to the head would slow them at best. The only ways to stop them, or at least really hurt them, was with garlic or a stake to the heart. And even then, that was just the tip of the iceberg. 

The one resounding agreement, however, was that under no circumstance could any of you afford to get bitten. Not unless you wanted your soul trapped, becoming one of them.

When you bit into the garlic alongside the others, it tasted like guilt and regret. It only got worse when you were tasked with first watch at the door. Everyone else was at the back, creating more stakes, preparing more garlic, and modifying whatever they could into a weapon.

That’s why, when you first heard the sound of pained gurgles and squelching, you were the only one peeping behind that slightly ajar door. Which you almost regretted instantly, upon seeing the poor ‘dead’ body being consumed by Cornbread.

You nearly screamed for the others, realizing the gravity of your joint mistake and what it cost the innocent man now bleeding to death outside. But before you could, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. One you’d recognize anywhere. 

It was Bo’s.

"Hey, baby," he grinned, and for a moment, you could almost believe it actually was your husband. Keyword being, almost. "Come on outside. I got the car started for you. Let's go!" 

Your first instinct was to pull him inside into safety and make sure he really was okay. He looked exactly as he did when he first went to get the car. But...the way he swaggered past Cornbread, smiling at you like nothing was wrong, made your heart drop. 

“Bo…?”

The sound and smell of fresh blood and flesh tearing made you nauseous, almost unbelievably so, to the point it made you take a nervous step back. A frown briefly formed on Bo’s face, only to be replaced by a charming smile again. (The same one you once fell in love with, you thought to yourself painfully.)

“What is it, Y/N?” 

Your eyes left Bo’s to stare at the chaos happening right beside him. And yet, your husband didn’t even do more than glance at Cornbread. "Oh, don't worry about him, baby. He's just a little hungry, is all," he said offhandedly. "Now, let’s go.”

Bo winked at you, causing you to flinch. Your husband never was the type to do something like that before. Even before he’d married you, he’d always go for words first, then actions second. The only one who ever winked at you like that was–

“Come on. I got the car all warmed up, just the way you like,” he cajoled, turning back slightly as if to show you exactly that. But when you didn’t move to follow him, he sauntered back up to the door with a knowing look on his face. “Or...you let me back in there, and we can grab our things and head home?" Bo's eyes flashed an inhuman silver, akin to the way Stack’s did when he came back undead. You found yourself paralyzed by them, even as he loomed over you from the doorframe. "We can make a pit stop, if you like. Maybe even have some fun on the way back." 

“What happened to you, Bo?” You whispered to yourself, desperately searching his face for the man you once married, only to find something else entirely.

Bo’s smile didn’t falter. Instead it grew, as a different voice decided to answer for him. “I did. And ain’t he so much better now, darling?”

“Remmick,” you recognized. The banjo player from before. The one that Smoke had turned away, along with the rest of his group. “What did you do to my Bo?” 

“I think you already know the answer to that, darling,” Remmick replied. And yet, despite the smooth charismatic tone of his, you flinched away from the door, like a mouse that had just gotten spooked.

“It’s better this way, baby.” Bo tried to convince you, unbothered by the new addition at his side. “So why don’t you be a good girl now and invite us all in?”

"You should listen to him, Y/N. Or listen to me. Because I know everything he knows now. And trust me, darling, he really wants you to let us in there," Remmick restated, his words a near parrot of Bo’s. Or was it Bo’s that were a near parrot of Remmick’s? 

“That’s not true. Bo wouldn’t…” 

“I wouldn’t do what, baby? Do whatever it took to be with my wife again?” Bo quipped back. It was so like him, yet at the same time, entirely not. Because deep down, you knew your husband would never ask you something like that. Not if it would put you in danger. 

And yet, this Bo smiled at you lovingly, almost reverently. As if the prospect of becoming one of them was a blessing, rather than a curse. 

"Listen to your husband now, darling. Can't you see that he—that we—just want what's best for you?”

Despite Remmick's words, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Bo. "You're not...you're not my husband."

Your words caused the smile on Bo’s face to falter. But Remmick’s sharpened, eyes lighting up, as if your words were nothing more than a challenge.

"Well, that's not very nice of you to say," he tsked.

But you didn’t care. Perhaps if you did, you would have realized that your fire only drew in Remmick even more. "You did this to him. You...you monster.”

"Me? A monster? I just gave him what he wanted, darling. Freedom. A family. In fact, this was his idea, you know. He wanted to change you first," Remmick revealed with a hungry grin. "And who am I to deny him?"

"You're lying."

"Am I? I know everything he knows now. Every little thought. Every single memory,” he gloated. “I even know how you like to be licked." 

Remmick's words shook you to the bone. But nothing made you choke like the insinuation in Bo's follow-up. "We promise we won't bite, baby. Not unless you want us to."

That was the last thing you heard before the rest of your surviving friends finally finally make it to the door, separating you from the captivating duo once more. 

[serinic]

Inkfluence (01) | JJK

pairing: politician jk x journalist reader

warnings: yandere jk, corruption, sensitive topics, deaths, future smut (dub-con).

words: 1.8k+

As vile as it sounds, politics has decayed into a ruthless game—where truth is treason, and those who pursue it are silenced, buried beneath the crushing weight of power. You entered the game with eyes wide open, fully aware there may be no escape. But it turned far more sinister when its master took a strange interest in a mere pawn—you.

“It's raining so hard again. The streets will be flooded soon,” Jiwoo sighed for the third time, gazing out the window. You walked toward her and did the same—staring through the glass that kept you both from getting soaked. You frowned as you watched people on the street, doing their best to avoid the pouring rain. As much as you wanted to help them—you couldn’t. Your landlord would kick you out for letting random people into her apartment.

Your heart ached even more when you saw children—some crying, some praying—probably begging for the rain to stop.

But your sorrow quickly turned into rage when you heard on the TV that the mayor—now former—had left the country and taken the people's money with him. The money that was supposed to be for flood control, which he kept talking about just last month.

You and Jiwoo both turned around and looked at the screen, disgrace and anger evident on your faces. You both knew this would happen—but you didn’t expect him to steal the money so quickly. Our money.

You looked out the window again, back at the people. Another politician had failed them. The man who promised that this city would be better, that the people would have a better life—just months ago.

The same man who, in the end, stole someone’s future, someone’s chance at a better life, and fled to another country to enjoy a life of luxury.

Many politicians have done the same—some even worse—to the point that you’ve grown used to it.

But what angered you more was how citizens still kept voting for the same people who were turning their lives into a living hell.

Had they really not learned?

“It's the people's money, not theirs!” you exclaimed, emphasizing each word—every syllable coming straight from your heart. Jiwoo looked at you sadly and bit her lower lip. “I know.”

“Ms. Y/N, could you please rewrite your work? Choose more appropriate words.”

Your boss placed the article you submitted on your desk. Your eyes widened—what did you just hear? You’re a journalist, for fuck’s sake!

You stood up and spoke firmly, “But we are journalists. We speak the truth and do not sugarcoat words!” You quickly pressed your lips together when she shot you a glare.

“Please, just do what I said,” she replied, flashing you a fake smile and giving a careless shrug before walking back to her office.

You stared at her back with defeated eyes. What’s happening to our profession? Did they really forget our oath?

“You know, the company's just being careful. None of us want to become a target, especially with everything going on right now.” Doa, your co-worker, placed her hands on your shoulders. Her words made your mind drift back to what happened just a week ago.

The police had stopped people from getting too close to the body. A garbage collector was the one who found it and immediately called the authorities.

The head was covered with a black trash bag, and several wounds were visible on the corpse. "Sir, what do you think?" one of the officers asked the investigator, who was crouched beside the body, studying it closely.

"Looks like he was tortured first… then killed. Body was dumped here carelessly," the investigator replied grimly.

Later, the victim was identified as Min Do-hyun, a reporter from CLM.

It was said that shortly before his disappearance, Min Do-hyun had been seen at a press conference held by Governor Kim Ji-hoon. He had questioned the governor about the missing healthcare funds—and it looked like Do-hyun struck a nerve. A week later, he was found lifeless. You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to calm yourself. Looking at Doa, you forced a smile. She nodded slightly and returned to her cubicle. You sat down, fully aware that people like you—too curious, too bold—could end up just like Do-hyun. Once again, anger began to consume you. People in your profession were being silenced for speaking the truth, for trying to protect the public from distortion, disinformation, and evil. You hadn’t spent years honing your craft just to end up as a corpse, unfinished and unheard. You were terrified but your passion to help people burned brighter than your fear.

“Are you all ready?” Mr. Kim cheered enthusiastically. Why the hell is he happy?

The company you work for is one of the few companies invited to the President's party. Ironic, isn’t it? You people were supposed to stand against corrupt people, and President Jeon Jae-won is practically one of them—maybe even the root of it all. It seems like even the company you work for has been bought. They need reporters like you to sugarcoat their names ahead of the upcoming election. You've thought about resigning. But maybe this is an opportunity. An opportunity to observe, to listen, to uncover. The people attending this party might be the same ones funding and enabling these politicians. You need to know who they are. You plan to gather as much information and evidence as you can. You won’t stop until you drag them all down. This country, and its people—deserve a better future.

“Everyone, make sure to smile and watch what you say. We need to stay on the president's good side!” he declared again, the warning in his tone was clear. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying something that would get you kicked out of the building on the spot. Money and greed really do change people, your boss is living proof of that.

You stepped out of the car and immediately saw several people—no, diehard supporters of the Jeons—right in front of the building. Almost every one of them held banners and props. You closed your eyes. These people irritate you! The Jeons are literally the worst animals in this country, and yet they still have their support? Are these people even thinking? When you opened your eyes again, something caught your attention—a certain person. Your eyes widened, and your mouth fell open in shock. Jiwoo noticed and asked, “What happened? Are you okay?” You didn’t reply at first, frozen by what you saw. After a moment, you managed to gather yourself and said, “What the fuck? No, I’m not okay! I just saw my mother in the crowd. What the hell?”

Your eyes remained fixed on the female figure. Jiwoo followed your gaze and gasped when she recognized the woman, your mother.

Your mother didn’t seem to notice you yet. You were about to walk toward her when Jiwoo grabbed your hand. Your co-workers and other reporters from different companies were already entering the building. You sighed. You’d deal with her later, you thought, as you and your friend stepped inside. You gasped at the sight before you—the place was stunning and definitely expensive. You tsked quietly. This might be one of the few things the people’s taxes were actually spent on. You and the others took your seats. There were specific tables assigned for particular people and companies. Buffets were set up around the room. You loved food—really, you did—but knowing whose money had paid for it made it impossible to eat.

You were busy talking to Jiwoo, secretly badmouthing those animals, when an uncomfortable feeling crept over you—it felt like someone was watching. You scanned the room but found no one staring. Maybe you were imagining things, or perhaps it was a ghost longing for justice. You tried to brush it off, and after a minute, the feeling faded. You started observing your surroundings. More people had arrived—some you knew, others you didn’t—but one thing was clear: those seated apart from your section were filthy rich. Suddenly, a spotlight hit the stage, drawing everyone’s attention. The host greeted the crowd, but your focus drifted as that familiar sensation returned—the feeling of being watched.

You darted your gaze to the side and looked up toward the balcony. Immediately, your eyes locked with his—he was staring directly at you. Your breath hitched. Jeon Jungkook: the oldest son of Jeon Jae-won, mayor of another city and rumored candidate for the position of governor. You stared at each other for too long, unable to look away. His eyes were dark—so dark that the longer you looked, the more it felt like you were being pulled from heaven straight down to hell.

If it was a sin to look at him, you’d gladly be a sinner. No one knows how long you two held that gaze. The tension became unbearable, and finally, you forced yourself to turn away, focusing back on the stage.

You were just a girl, you couldn’t help but look at him again. But this time, he was gone. Only a dominating aura remained in that balcony. You pinched the bridge of your nose, dismissing both him and your racing thoughts.

You’d been so focused on Jungkook, you hadn’t noticed his father speaking on stage. Soon, Jae-won began introducing his family: his wife, then his eldest son—Jeon Jungkook—who stood beside his father, who looked proud as ever. Once again, Jungkook’s eyes found yours. You quickly looked away and instead watched his brother being introduced. Jae-won had another son, Jeon Jung-hyun, who appeared to be your age and clearly the black sheep of the family, judging by how uninterested he looked in the event.

Jae-won didn’t forget to address his political party for the upcoming election—the highlight of the night. Jungkook was obviously a key member. Once the announcement ended and the stage shifted to entertainment, you excused yourself. You approached a guard and asked where the bathroom was. He gave directions, but they were confusing, and you almost asked him to repeat when another guard nudged him, whispered something, and both glanced at you before walking away. You really needed to pee. You headed upstairs and turned left as instructed. But there were many locked doors. ‘Shit,’ you thought, your bladder protesting loudly. You found another set of stairs and without hesitation, went up.

You opened the first door you saw and gratefully, it was the room you needed. After finishing, you were about to leave when you heard voices nearby. Curious, you cracked the door open slightly and peeked outside. You froze. President Jae-won was speaking with an unfamiliar man. This was your chance.

You pulled out your phone and hit record. “Park Chan-woo was a great man, but he fucked up and ended up jailed in another country,” Jae-won said, lighting a cigarette.

“What should we do now?” the man asked. Jae-won shrugged coldly. His words left you stunned. “It won’t be long before he drags us down with him. Silence that motherfucker before he even gets the chance.”

The president patted the man’s shoulder and walked downstairs. You slowly closed the door, careful not to make a sound. You stopped the recorder and turn off your phone. Anxiety and dark, terrifying thoughts clouded your mind. You felt trapped, scared to open the door as if the devil himself would drag you to hell. Thirty minutes passed. You had to get out. It was now or never. You calmed yourself, grabbed the handle, and opened the door. You stumbled back, coming face to face with the devil himself—Jeon Jungkook. His right hand was in his pocket, while his left extended toward you.

"Give me your phone."

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Ask Your Daddy - Chapter 2

Minju X Male OC | 19556 words

TW: Incest

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Minju felt like she’d been on cloud nine for the past few weeks. Every day, she got dizzy spells thinking about the time she was spending with her dad. After vacation, she worried their time together would dwindle as the summer ended; instead, he’d been so attentive and available for her. It wasn’t exactly difficult for Jae either, since their relationship had… changed on vacation, he was essentially spending every minute thinking of his beautiful, eighteen-year-old daughter so he wasn’t utterly focused on something else.

Change was not quite the right word for what had happened on vacation between Minju and Jae. Almost two weeks ago, it had begun with an innocent round of questioning by the little brunette on the porch of their family cabin during the yearly vacation. Minju later admitted that that night had set her on course to try and seduce her dad, and Jae admitted that he’d imagined making love to her many times before that.

Since they’d gotten home, either Jae, Minju, or both of them had been insatiable in their desire for each other. Now that Jae had gotten his hands on his daughter’s perfect little body and heard her gasp when he was inside of her, he was tortured when unable to show his affection. They had to be so careful, making sure not to do anything that might reveal them around Minju’s mother or anyone else who knew them.

And Minju was beyond incorrigible. Having asked her dad all kinds of questions about what he liked best about a woman and what she could wear to turn him on, she would dangle herself in front of him shamelessly. Of course, she knew that she’d pay for it later when he could finally ravage her, usually late at night when Eun-ju, Jae’s wife, had gone to bed.

Just a few days before, Minju had gotten him so worked up in the morning that he’d had to come home from work after he knew his wife had left the house just to teach her another lesson. As he drank his morning coffee, Minju sauntered around the kitchen in only a towel, bending over and revealing her bare, pink opening to him when she knew her mother wasn’t looking.

Jae had driven all the way to work, set his things down at his desk and sat down in his chair before realizing that there would be no way he could work until he’d shot his load inside that damned naughty teenager he had the pleasure of calling his daughter. And when he got home, finding her perched in the same towel on the couch like she knew he’d be coming back home… It was hardly a minute before he had her towelless, on her back and begging him to cum inside of her on the family room floor.

There was also the added complexity of both Minju and her father wanting her to be pregnant. It was hard to explain: the forbiddenness of succeeding and the fact that they both liked it beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“Mmmmph… oh fuck,” Minju moaned as her father thudded against her hips, forcing her against the carpet, “Cum for me daddy….ohgodddd, I want it. Cum in my pussy daddy…. unhhhghh.”

A pregnant Minju would complicate things… significantly. Jae knew his daughter probably couldn’t see everything that would have to change, regardless of how often she assured him she did. So Jae took it upon himself to begin making plans. He didn’t like the idea of taking off to some foreign country where it was legal and they could be open about who they were to each other. But Jae had no family left to miss him if he moved somewhere else in the country. He and Minju could be married couples with an age discrepancy if they found a nice place to settle down and kept their names. Eun-ju’s side of the family certainly wasn’t anything Jae or Minju wanted to stick around for; perhaps they could be happy elsewhere.

But they didn’t have to cross that bridge just yet. Much as they wanted it, they didn’t even know if Minju was pregnant yet. Every time Jae released a flood of sperm into his baby, she’d ask excitedly:

“Do you think that was it, Dad? Do you think we’re pregnant yet?”

Jae loved the way his daughter thought about things. Where his wife had always said, “I’m the one who’s pregnant,” or “I’m carrying our child,” Minju saw things completely differently. To her, it was the two of them, together. She certainly wanted her dad in many ways, but one of them was as the father of their child. Each time they had sex, he would assure Minju that he was going to be there for her no matter what. When she’d ask if they were pregnant yet, he’d say ‘maybe,’ and sometimes just thinking about it would have him hard and buried in his sweet young daughter again within minutes.

About a week after they returned from vacation, Jae had to go away for a few days on business. Minju was dreading her father’s absence to tuck her in each night. Jae would fall asleep feeling cold on the side of his teenager, usually occupied, snuggled up against him, and breathing adorably as she fell asleep.

On the second night he was gone, Minju was restless beyond belief. After lying awake for an hour, grabbing a late-night snack, and watching a little TV, she still could not imagine going to sleep. Usually she would have expended quite a bit of energy riding her daddy, thrusting her hips back and forth until she howled into her hand while she came. Nothing would satisfy her like that until she had her dad back inside of her, but Minju did have one naughty thought that might help her. Wondering if her dad was awake, Minju headed to the bathroom upstairs by her room.

After closing the door behind her Minju reached to her waist, taking hold of the bottom of the army green, close-fitting tank top she was wearing. Pulling it up and over her head, Minju felt the cold air raising goosebumps on her breasts as they jiggled free. Thinking of the way her dad would pinch each nipple between his fingers or nibble on them while she squirmed in excitement, Minju’s nubs quickly stood at attention. Next she slid out of the painted-on workout shorts she liked so much, knowing her dad would probably prefer her that way.

Minju felt unbelievably naughty as she grabbed her phone from where she had set it on the counter. She’d never done anything like this before; her skin was practically crawling with excitement as she looked in the mirror and opened the camera app on her phone.

Jae had just gone to bed. He lay awake in the unfamiliar hotel bed experiencing some of the same anxiety that his little girl was having a couple hundred miles away. He’d promised himself that he’d not get himself off without the assistance of his teenage daughter while he was gone, wanting instead to save up so he could shoot as much cum into Minju as possible when he returned. Odd as it was, Minju loved when he finally removed his cock from her fertile opening and she could watch the white substance peek out and then run down her thigh, He wanted nothing more than to make her happy.

Buzzzzzzzz.

Jae’s phone lit up on the nightstand and shuffled around as it vibrated against the hard surface. Who could be contacting him this late?

When he reached over and saw his daughter’s name on the screen, Jae’s heart skipped a beat. Jae wasn’t behind the times or anything; he just didn’t use his phone the way most people did those days. Still, even reading this daughter’s name was enough to make his blood pressure spike.

Then he opened the message.

Instantly, Jae’s draw dropped. Every time he laid eyes on his beautiful daughter, Jae was in disbelief. This time was no different. His own baby girl stood in the bathroom he knew all too well (Minju had been in not too different of a position at that very countertop days ago, except being impaled by her father from behind with her hands shakily holding her up as she felt him push his cock all the way inside her.

She was totally naked in the photo, and the soft glow of the light fixture shone on her beautifully. But damn her, the little tease had covered both her breasts and put a hand over her mound so he couldn’t see anything. Her teenage breasts were more than visible, spilling out around the arm that covered them, but both her nipples were obscured. Minju’s nipples were one of his favorite things, so tiny and always tender for him to pinch and make her squeal. And the other hand, covering the place he dreamed about frequently throughout the day. All his life, Jae had never known or felt something as good and right as it did when he was inside Minju’s quim. And there she was, covering it so he couldn’t see.

But it didn’t matter, because the photo was so sexy that he realized he couldn’t have asked for more. Every inch of Minju was smooth and toned. Her skin was even more tanned and glowing from the vacation time in the sun. She’d turned just a bit so he could see the rounded cheek of her cute butt; Jae was reminded of the other day when he’d spanked her and Minju was climaxing within seconds. Everything about the picture had Jae’s mouth watering, and the text that came with it read:

– Mad at you, who’s going to take care of me tonight? –

On her face was a pouty yet mischievous look, so alluring that Jae considered getting in the car immediately to go home and appease his young daughter. Instead he sleepily moved his fingers to respond.

Bad girl, sending naked pictures on your phone <

Only a few seconds passed before Jae’s phone buzzed again:

– What are you going to do about it? –

Maybe I’ll give you another spanking <

A longer pause this time…

– I like it when you spank me…=) –

Jae had never done much texting before; he’d never had much reason to. But as he thought of a retort for his daughter, he found his heart beating quickly and he decided that this kind of texting was definitely enjoyable.

When did you become such a trouble-maker? <

– Probably when I first felt your cock and you squirted all your sticky cum on my belly –

Holy shit, thought Jae, he wasn’t exactly expecting this kind of banter from his baby girl. After all, the text messages preceding these on his phone weren’t much more than 'what’s for dinner,’ or 'what time will you be home?’ Jae was still adjusting to seeing Minju as a lover as well as his daughter. She was always playful, and he admired the way her unfettered thoughts and words just came pouring out, but seeing or hearing the teenage say things like “your cock,” or “fuck me” still made him wince like he should be protective of her. The puzzled state of his love for Minju was something Jae was beginning to crave.

Minju must have grown restless waiting for his response because soon his phone buzzed again:

– What are you thinking about daddy? –

I’m thinking about what I’m going to do to you when I get home <

– Oh yeah? What do you want to do to me daddy. –

I have a few things in mind… <

– Please, you have to tell me. I can’t go to sleep until you do –

I’m going to come home early from my trip, when your mom is still at work. <

Then he waited, knowing it would torture Minju to be left hanging. Minju had made her way back to her bed by then and was lying down on top of the covers, too preoccupied to get underneath. She didn’t intend for the picture to start the two of them sexting, but now that he was playing along Minju was sporting a big smile and her fingers had made their way down to her pair or purple cotton underwear. When she felt the taut fabric where she wanted her dad to be, it was already very wet. But her dad was taking too long, he was probably just a slow texter.

– AAAND? –

You’ll be in the kitchen, making a snack. But for some reason you forgot to wear any clothes. <

– I can be so forgetful sometimes –

I’ll want to take things slow, but I’ve waited too long <

– You’re always so patient with me daddy –

Not this time <

– Sometimes you intimidate me, you’re so strong and I’m still just your baby.–

I don’t mean to, you just bring it out in me honey <

– I didn’t say I don’t like it. –

Good, because I don’t think I can be so gentle the next time I see you <

– Hoping you won’t be. –

– You didn’t finish the story dad. What happens when you find me in the kitchen –

I drop my bags on the spot, you hear me and turn around <

– I’d be nervous it wasn’t you, cuz I’ll be naked and vulnerable –

Lock all the doors before you take off your clothes for me honey <

– I’ll be naked for you all day, waiting–

– What’s next daddy?–

I walk over to you, as slowly as I can manage, put my hands on your bare hips, and lift you up on the countertop <

– God I love it when you do that –

– The countertop will be cold on my butt daddy, but I won’t care cuz I’m so excited for what you’ll do next –

What do you want me to do? <

– I bet your big cock will be sticking out in your pants like it always does. I can’t wait for you to take them off –

Minju’s phone sat silent for a moment. And then another. And then one more.

– Daddy? Did you fall asleep? I’m all wet now and I want you to tell me what you’re gonna do to me! –

I’ll show you when I’m home on Monday baby, I’m saving myself for you until then <

– UGHH! No fair dad, you got me all excited! –

…Monday. Goodnight honey <

Jae knew he was driving Minju crazy, but he liked it that way. There was nothing more exciting than when the eighteen-year-old was riled up and hungry for sex. Just the other day she’d been out late with her friends and Jae hadn’t seen her since the morning. When Minju came home, a little tipsy, Jae hardly had time so say hello before she’d straddled him on the couch and put her hands on his cock. They were lucky Eun-ju went to bed early that night because Minju had her dad stuck up inside her right there on the couch after a few moments of lust-filled making out and touching.

Minju was no dummy, but even though she knew what her dad was doing she wasn’t able to just set it out of her mind. Still, she felt better than before, missing her dad a little less with the knowledge that he wanted her as bad as she wanted him. It took a while, but both Minju and her father dozed off thinking only of each other.

The next days were equally torturous. Minju sent two more pictures, one of her wearing a new bathing suit, and one of her in just a sheet. When he opened the second, he was in a meeting and nearly choked on his coffee. Minju looked like an angel in a bed of white, and she’d turned her hips to cover her young pussy with a curled leg. The sheet only covered a small portion of her breasts, and as Jae ignored the guy speaking at the moment, he dreamed of how he would get between her toned legs and thrust into his daughter hard enough that she’d find herself pressed deep into the sheets.

The whole drive back Jae was fixated on thoughts of his beautiful daughter and how much fun they would have when he got home. He wondered if Minju would really be walking around naked all day. She probably was; or at least he hoped so, pressing the pedal a little closer to the floor as he anticipated it.

Sure enough, as Jae opened the door to the house, he could hear someone moving around in the kitchen. He couldn’t help that all the anticipation and imaginings had him hard before he’d even opened the door.

It was indeed Minju at the countertop when he entered the kitchen, but she wasn’t naked. She had on a t-shirt and tiny pair of running shorts. Though he would have liked to find his pretty teenager ready to have some ravenous sex like they’d texted about, she looked perfect and desirable in what she was wearing too. But she didn’t turn around for him when he dropped his things.

As Jae approached her from behind he could sense that something was off. He carefully put his hands on her arms, savoring the feeling of touching her again and glad she didn’t flinch or shrug off his touch. He came up close to her and peeked his head around to see the side of her face.

A tear rolled onto the top of her soft cheek and though he didn’t know what for, Jae instantly felt his heart break for her.

“Oh honey,” he said, bringing a finger to her cheek and wiping away the drop, “what’s the matter Minju?”

Minju sobbed once, sucking in a quick gasp as she choked back more tears.

“I got my period two days ago… I’m so sorry daddy!”

Jae’s heart leapt again, glad that nothing worse had caused his lovable brunette to cry. He hugged her close, intending to reassure her when she kept talking,

“I was so excited for us to be pregnant and to be all ready for you like I promised when you got home…sob… and this ruins everything!”

Her head was spinning. Jae could see it in her eyes, and he had to fight a quiet chuckle seeing his daughter so distraught about something she needn’t be.

“Sweetheart,” he said, taking her face in his hands and turning her toward him, “It’s okay! It’s not the end of the world. It’s not the end of anything.”

She looked up at him with big eyes and waited for him to say more.

“First of all, I will wait for you forever if I have to. I love you, and whenever you can or want to sleep together or don’t is just fine with me.” Minju seemed to be warming up word by word, but she still seemed upset about something.

“But we tried so many times daddy… and I’m not pregnant! It’s my fault I know it!”

This time Jae did have to laugh, and he took Minju tight against his chest, recalling how much he missed the feeling. The tight shirt must have been supportive enough for her because Minju didn’t bother to wear a bra and he could feel her young breasts against him.

“Minju, it’s not your fault at all. Aww, were you worried about telling me this for the last few days?”

Minju shook her head yes.

“Honey, sometimes it takes a few months of trying before you get pregnant. From the timing of things, it looks like we might have started a little late anyway.”

Again, Minju’s eyes brightened.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m willing to try a thousand more times if it’s with my beautiful daughter.”

Minju threw her arms around her dad, wiping the last tears off on his shirt and trying to give him as big a hug as possible.

“I love you so much daddy,” she said, holding him.

Cradling her head, Jae held his daughter close and reveled in how deeply he loved her. Being Minju’s father and lover was said to be wrong in so many ways, but it didn’t feel wrong. As he held her, Jae felt like he’d been opened up to the deepest, most meaningful connection he’d ever felt with somebody before, and the fact that it was his own eighteen-year-old daughter was simply circumstance. Of course, he’d not allowed himself the feeling before the pretty brunette was of age, but she was truly an adult now and he felt their desires and willingness were unquestionably balanced.

Jae had shared feelings such as he was having with his daughter in the days past. Minju greatly admired how much it mattered to her dad that she was content and comfortable with everything that was going on. Minju knew she was inexperienced, or completely without experience until she gave her dad her virginity a few weeks prior, but she wasn’t dumb. One of those nights she’d spent curled up in his arms she’d told him:

“I don’t need to be older or more experienced or anything else to know how I feel dad.” Jae’s eyes had gotten big with surprise and admiration.

“I love you. I want to be with you and be yours. I know what it feels like now to love somebody enough to want a baby with them, and that’s how I feel about you.”

That would have been enough for Jae, but his daughter showed him that she wanted him in other ways too. She was adventurous and spunky and wanted to try everything in bed with him. She wanted him to do everything he’d ever wanted to her (within reason) and that’s probably what made him absolutely crazy about her.

Eun-ju was never willing to do doggy with him; Minju loved arching her back and sticking up her butt so he could easily enter her from behind. Eun-ju refused to use her mouth on him, though she loved when he did, and Minju seemed to love licking him all over and getting him as hard as possible before begging him to fuck her. Minju also loved risking getting caught. Though he hadn’t gotten a chance, Jae suspected his daughter would probably like to try having sex in public; he fully intended to satisfy her if that was the case.

As the thoughts raced through Jae’s mind, he held his anxious teenager in his arms and felt her breathing regularize.

“I was so excited for you to come home and fuck me on the counter daddy. I’m sorry we can’t.” She said sincerely.

“It’s really okay Minju’, I think we’ll survive.”

“I don’t know if I can though,” Minju continued, backing away to look at her dad, “I want you too badly.”

Jae just smiled, seeing a hint of the same insatiable sex drive in his daughter that he often felt. And Minju wasn’t kidding, because before he could retort, she started to slip down between his arms until she came to rest perched in front of him.

“Do you want me to suck your cock daddy?”

She often did this now, seeing how excited her dad would get when she played up the daughter role.

“Oh daaad,” she said, rubbing her hand over the bulge in his pants that had been there since he walked in the house, “is this all big and hard for me?”

“So bad daddy! You want your daughter to put your cock in her mouth don’t you?”

As she spoke, Minju reached behind her head and wrapped her thick brown hair in a ponytail. Then she slowly and deliberately unbuckled her dad’s pants and pushed them to the ground. Jae didn’t interfere. The sight was too perfect to disrupt. In seconds that felt like hours, Minju finally pulled his boxer briefs down and his cock sprung free.

“Do you want me to take my shirt off daddy?”

Jae just shook his head 'yes,’ and she obliged him. Even watching her grab the shirt and pull it up with two arms, slowly, over her head was enough to make his cock jump. She looked incredible, kneeling in front of him with only a tall pair of white socks and tiny athletic shorts and now her naked, young chest on display for her father. He wasn’t going to last long.

And when Minju grabbed him at the base of his cock and swallowed at least half of his length, Jae worried he’d cum all too soon. She kept eye contact as she blew him, bobbing her head back and forth, her perfect breasts quivering with each stroke. Jae’s daughter got better every time she blew him.

“Good girl, keep doing that,” Jae said as Minju used her fingers to massage his balls. Where she picked that up, he had no idea, but it felt so incredible he was near within seconds of her careful hands caressing him.

Breaking eye contact for a second, Minju plunged as deep as she could onto her dad’s cock, feeling it touch her near the back of her mouth before she couldn’t fit any more. He was just too big. She got him all nice and wet as she pulled back and sucked eagerly at his tip. Jae groaned aloud as Minju encircled his tip with her tongue and then finally pulled her head back to look adorably up at him.

“I love your cock so much daddy,” she said, working her hand down using all the saliva she’d left on him. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes…ughh…. fuck Minju’”

“Will you cum on my tits daddy? Please?” she said with giant, fawning eyes. Minju bit her lip and stroked him more firmly.

“Come on dad, I want it,” she looked down to make sure she was stroking him right and pointing his head at her chest. When she heard Jae beginning to gasp she looked back up with a furrowed brow and watched him get tossed over the edge by her incredible stroking.

When the first, pent up jet of cum splashed out, Minju gasped in astonishment. Her dad couldn’t keep his eyes down on her; as hard as he tried, his still head rolled back and he began to cum all over his daughter’s chest. A second spurt landed right between Minju’s perky breasts, and then another, and another. Minju directed it all over her, relishing the warm streams of her daddy’s sperm all over her.

Jae eventually gathered himself to look and found himself mesmerized by his fixated little girl still stroking him so she could keep watching his forbidden spunk cover another streak of her bare, youthful skin. Seeing her so satisfied to have her dad’s cum squirted haphazardly all over her was yet another moment Jae hoped to remember for the rest of his life. She looked so beautiful, her face a bit flushed from the effort, still perched athletically on her knees and slowly moving her hand on his yet rigid member.

When Minju looked up, she couldn’t hide the proud smile on her face, which, in tandem with the sight of her eighteen-year-old tits covered in cum nearly made him orgasm again. Minju giggled when she watched her dad wince as her hand came in contact with his tingling head.

“I think you needed that daddy, look how much you came on my boobs!” She reached down and squeezed them together to show them off.

The sight was almost too much for him; Jae felt weak in the knees with desire for the tiny brunette.

“Wanna take a picture of me daddy?” Minju said, raising her eyebrows.

Jae was once again stunned. His daughter amazed him in one way or another every single day and he just couldn’t get enough. Reaching down to the pants Minju had just taken off of him, Jae grabbed his phone.

“You are unbelievable sweetie,” Jae said.

“I like being naughty for you dad,” Minju said, “Sometimes I just wanna be your slutty little daughter,” she continued, a little embarrassed.

Jae held up his phone and aimed it down at Minju, wishing so badly he could just pick her up and fuck her until he spent an equally large load in her needy insides.

“Show me what a slutty little daughter looks like then Minju,”

Excitedly, Minju arched her back to stick out her incredible breasts, once again squeezing them together to show off the spunk that was splattered atop them. She bit her lip and turned her eyebrows downward like a puppy who knew she’d done something wrong. As Jae snapped the picture, he already knew that it would be one he looked at countless times in the future. The photogenic little teen only needed one take, she wore his cum and that adorable look of naughtiness perfectly for her daddy as he snapped the shot.

“And when we can again daddy,” Minju said, standing up finally and running a finger from the bottom of his cock all the way to the tip where one last bit of cum remained, “I want you to fuck me like your slutty little daughter too.”

With that she licked her finger to taste her dad’s semen, looking boldly at him the whole time.

In his state of haste and preoccupation with getting home to his daughter, Jae hadn’t quite kept track of time. He’d gotten on the road later than he intended, and now it was near dinner time, right about the time his wife usually arrived home from work. So when the rumbling of the garage door came, Jae knew it would be only a moment or two before his wife came barging in through the door next to the kitchen.

“Uh oh,” Minju said.

But there was something off in her voice. Something she knew that he didn’t. Jae had pulled up his pants almost instantaneously when the sound came, but Minju hadn’t even attempted to cover up or make herself scarce. Again, Minju’s eyes met his daringly.

“Minju!” Jae cried, “Your mother,”

Minju shook her head 'no.’

Jae was in a state of absolute terror. He reached out for his topless and cum-splattered daughter; maybe he could push her into a hiding spot before his wife made it into the kitchen.

But she dodged him, stepping back before he could grab her.

“What are you doing?!” he said as quietly but seriously as he could.

Minju looked back at the door and then at her father, “you aren’t the only one who’s been busy these last few days daddy.”

With that, she raised her eyebrows and the door opened.

———————————

It was something Minju saw on vacation. It was subtle, but Minju just happened to look at the right moment. Only a touch, a hand on a thigh for the briefest moment that had clued her in. But Minju had seen it, and apparently nobody else had.

Her mother and friend Mi-Young had been sitting in the back of the boat when Eun-ju reached out to touch her best friend on the thigh. She must not have thought anyone would see, but she was wrong. As Minju’s mom moved her hand to caress Mi-Young’s thigh and then removed it while gazing at her the entire time, Minju quickly realized that this was not just a friendly vacation for the two mothers.

How could she not have seen it? How did they manage to hide it so well? How long had it been going on? What was IT in the first place?

Minju had been so preoccupied thinking about the tryst with her father the night before or how she wanted him to fuck her the next day that she hadn’t been paying close enough attention. Perhaps if Minju could hide the fact that she had her dad’s cum running down her inner thigh at dinner, her mother could do the same with whatever was going on between her and that loud, obnoxious friend of hers.

It was too early to tell her dad. Plus, despite the fact that she was doing everything she could to keep her dad happy, Minju didn’t think she needed to imply his wife was cheating on him, at least not until she had some proof.

Immediately Minju began to scheme. She hated having to hide her new relationship with her dad. What if she could somehow find a way to reveal it all? Just the thought of having sex with her daddy in another room with her mom’s knowledge made Minju wet with anxiousness. She had to investigate.

But they gave her nothing. Not a night spent in the same bed, not a stolen kiss or a few words when Minju was just within earshot. They were practiced at this, it must have been going on a long time. It made sense. Her mother’s image was everything to her: so proud of her children, her successful marriage to a now-wealthy man, her social life… she was even outspokenly judgmental of divorcees and cheaters and such. Perhaps it was all just guilt and a cover-up for what was really going on.

Minju wondered if she had been wrong, maybe the touch was just an accident. And they’d only given her the most subtle indications that there was something between them for the rest of the vacation. She had begun to let her guard down when something stuck out to her after they’d gotten home.

“Going shopping!” Her mother had announced one day on her way out the door.

That would be completely normal for her…usually.

But the day before Eun-ju had given her daughter the credit card she always used for shopping. Minju’s mom never forgot that card; if there was even a chance she might need it Eun-ju would be all over the forgetful teenager to have it back.

Minju’s senses were on high alert. It was only her at home, and the other car was in the garage. Her dad had been gone a few days already and her brother had gone back to his apartment in the city the day they got back from vacation. If she hurried she could follow her mom to the “mall” and see for herself what was going on.

Minutes later, Minju was in the car following as far away as she could while her mom went in the complete opposite direction of the mall. Yep, something was up.

She followed her to the next suburb over, and as Minju entered it her heart began to race; it was the suburb where Mi-Young lived.

The next hour or so went down exactly as Minju might have expected. She felt like a private investigator in one of those reality TV shows: snooping around, taking pictures through windows. It worked out perfectly, like she was meant to have followed her mom that afternoon. It was a warm day, so Minju even got some videos through an open window..

Most of it was totally gross to Minju. She had no interest in women, or in seeing what two women did to pleasure each other, especially not her mother and another forty-something suburban housewife. But still she watched, she photographed and she recorded what was obviously not the first time her mother and her long-time female friend had been together. Minju felt particularly justified when she caught on tape a conversation the two of them had about Minju and her dad:

“…they don’t know anything.” Eun-ju had said, getting dressed in the bedroom they’d just finished up in.

“Jae’s too boring to think anything like us would actually happen, and the kids don’t care about anyone but themselves.”

Minju found it hard not to jump up and retort. Her mom had always been negative about everything; she just took it as Eun-ju trying to make herself feel better about the affair.

“Plus he’s too busy attending to your daughter it looks like,” Mi-Young replied to Eun-ju, “Minju hardly spent a moment talking to my son.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Eun-ju said, “I can’t ever separate those two.”

“Minju’s really become quite the looker huh? Maybe that’s why your husband spends so much time with her: same brand, younger model.”

Eun-ju laughed at the comparison but obviously didn’t approve of the joke, “Oh shut up, that’s disgusting. And he doesn’t have the guts to pull something like that”

Minju almost laughed aloud. Her mom was clueless on so many levels.

“Well if he isn’t maybe you should, perhaps she takes after her mother and would want in on "shopping” with us.“

"That’s enough!” Eun-ju said, jumping on her lover and covering her mouth.

Despite everything, Minju was mad. She’d never, ever, ever, participate in what she just saw her mother and that awful friend of hers doing, but that wasn’t it. She was mad at her mother because she knew now that her dad was deprived of the kind of playfulness and love and everything in between that she’d just witnessed between the two women.

She couldn’t be mad at her for getting married to her father in the first place; Minju wouldn’t be there if she hadn’t. However, for as long as the affair had been going on and likely a lot longer there was no doubt her dad had missed out on the true happiness that was supposed to come in a relationship. Minju hoped she was filling that role for her dad now, but Minju truly resented her mom for being so selfish.

Minju left in a tizzy, quietly shirking off to her car parked down the street. For the first ten minutes, she thought in circles about how unfair and careless her mother was being with Jae’s feelings. In fact, what about the rest of the family; she didn’t exactly have anything good to say about them either. No, that was not important. Minju decided she would instead find a way to use all the photos and video she’d just stored up on her phone to make her dream of truly being with her dad happen.

By the time Eun-ju came home, Minju had a plan. Simply listening to the way her mom lied about where she’d gone and what she’d been doing only fueled the fire.

Her plan commenced the next day. A few nights ago she’d sent the naughty photo to her dad. She wasn’t going to involve him yet, but the photo would work just fine.

Eun-ju and Minju had the same phone, so switching them could easily lead to her mother seeing something she shouldn’t…

While watching TV in the other room, Minju heard her mother gasp dramatically.

“MINJU YOU COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”

Usually she would be terrified, but this time not so much. In fact, Minju ambled into the kitchen with a smile on her face. Her plan was already falling into place; Eun-ju was holding her daughter’s phone and standing with her mouth agape in the kitchen. Just as Minju had planned, she’d swapped their phones where Eun-ju always left hers on the kitchen counter. She didn’t even know the worst part yet.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PICTURE DOING ON YOUR PHONE?”

Minju looked curiously at the phone her mother was holding up and smiled again.

“Oh, that?” she said knowingly “I sent that to daddy the other night.”

Minju honestly didn’t know what to expect when she said that. The silence her mother maintained for the next few seconds was understandable.

“You…. did…. WHAT?” Her tone just sounded so stupid, thought Minju.

“I…sent…it…to…dad…the…other…night.” She retorted mockingly.

“I heard you, you little bitch,” Eun-ju said, Minju knew she was pushing her luck, at least until the big reveal. “Why on earth would you do that.”

“I dono, maybe cuz I was horny? He hasn’t fucked me since he left on his trip!”

Again, silence. This time it was different. Minju’s mom was probably trying to work out whether to believe her or not. And if she did, there would obviously be some accepting of the reality.

“YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE YOUNG LADY!” She was yelling again, “Just wait until I tell your father what you said.”

So she didn’t believe her, whatever. Minju was smiling again.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Eun-ju asked incredulously.

“Oh I don’t think I’m gonna be in any trouble, that’s all.” Minju said, baiting her.

Eun-ju scoffed, “And why’s that?”

“Well, do you want the reason you won’t be grounding me or the proof that daddy and I are fucking first?” Minju said, having fun with it.

“Cut this shit out right now Minju!” Eun-ju said, sounding more and more nervous.

“Why don’t you go ahead and swipe to the left on my phone? You’ll have to go past the other photo I sent to dad first tho.”

Sure enough, the picture of Minju in her bathing suit was there on the first swipe. But the next swipe was the moment of truth. Eun-ju’s eyes widened immediately. She made it two pictures further before dropping the phone on the counter like it had burned her.

“What’s the matter mom, you didn’t even get to the best ones?”

“I don’t know what you think that is, but I’ll have nothing to do with it.” Eun-ju tried.

“Oh I think you know what this is,” Minju continued, “And I think if you just give it a minute to sink in, you’ll realize that I’m not your 'little bitch’ anymore.”

Eun-ju stayed quiet.

“I know you’ll think of claiming they’re fake, or destroying my phone or whatever else you can come up with, but it’s no use. I’ve thought of everything.”

Eun-ju looked like she was going to throw up, it was probably because it was the first time she’d ever felt powerless and she couldn’t stand it.

“You’ll threaten to turn me and dad in, you’ll threaten to kick us out, but save it. You know your whole life as you know it would be over if anyone found out about daddy and I or about you and your affairs.”

The words stung her mother. How much of this did Minju have, was it just the one time or was it something worse. Minju didn’t know there were multiple affairs, but it was worth a guess. Judging by her mother’s reaction, she had more to hide. Good.

“What would all of your committees say if they found out? I wonder if you could still be on the school board with Mi-Young if they knew you two were fucking?”

Judging by the look on her mother’s face, Minju didn’t think she had to go any further.

“So here’s what I’m going to propose: are you listening?”

Eun-ju nodded half-heartedly.

“You can keep doing your thing. The photos and the truth can stay just between us.”

Her mother seemed to perk up and listen more attentively when Minju said that.

“And you and your dad?” Eun-ju managed to eek out.

“Oh so you believe me now? Well somebody has got to take care of him, and we both know that isn’t you. Tell me the truth, do you love him at all anymore?”

Eun-ju’s silence was enough to answer the question.

“Well I love him, more than you ever have. So for now, you should just act like it’s totally normal.” Minju said.

“Like it’s totally normal for a father to be molesting his daughter??” Eun-ju tried to fight back.

“Uh, no. First of all, I practically begged daddy to take my virginity.” Eun-ju winced at that, “I’m eighteen years old and perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Dad wouldn’t have done anything I didn’t absolutely want him to do.”

Eun-ju thought for a few more seconds before saying, “no, I won’t let it happen.”

“I thought you might try to refuse so I’ll just say this: why don’t you sleep on it. If you haven’t changed your mind in the morning, then we can sit down together and figure out who you want to send your photoshoot to first?”

With that, Eun-ju got up and stormed out of the kitchen. Minju honestly didn’t know what her mother would decide given a day or so to think about it, but she had a feeling things would work out. Revealing that she and her dad had been having sex…incestuous sex… felt empowering. Minju was proud and relieved and horny all at the same time. Things could still backfire, but she knew her mother well; Eun-ju was so obsessed with the perfect facade she wore every day; something like this could destroy it entirely. Would she really risk it?

Sure enough, Minju got her answer the next day. Eun-ju slinked into the kitchen with a scowl on her face while Minju was watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal.

“Hey mom,” Minju said, trying to break the ice after Eun-ju had been silent for a moment.

“Hi. So… what is it you want out of this? Money? A new car? What?” Eun-ju asked.

“No, I told you, I don’t want anything, not from you anyway.” Minju said happily.

“So, what then?”

“Well,” Minju replied, cocking her head, “I guess I just want to have free reign to have sex with daddy any time I want.”

“You know that’s illegal right?” Eun-ju said snarkily.

“Yep, we both do. But I can’t help how I feel about dad, and you wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“I can’t believe I raised such a little cunt,” Eun-ju said, not quite under her breath.

“And you won’t be intervening either, making comments like that or putting guilt on dad when I make him want me so bad he can’t help himself.” Minju continued.

“Whatever Minju,” Eun-ju snapped back.

“No, I’m serious mom. I can send those pictures out one by one. And wow did you and Mi-Young get into some really weird stuff!”

“Ugh” Eun-ju scoffed in compliance.

The two of them stared each other down in silence. Neither wanted to be the next to speak Minju decided to step up:

“Did you ever love him?” Minju asked again. She was still bickering, but Eun-ju could sense the hurt in her voice.

“Yes, I did…in a way,” Eun-ju trailed off. “I wanted kids; I wanted a normal life, I didn’t know how else to do it.”

“So you just used dad to get what you want?” Minju asked forcefully “Do you realize how unfair that is to him?”

Eun-ju didn’t seem to have an answer. Either she knew Minju was right, or she didn’t care. Based on what she’d heard the day before at Mi-Young’s, Minju assumed the latter.

Minju couldn’t know it, but she had struck a bit of a nerve with her mother. After all, Jae and Eun-ju had been together for many years; she didn’t hate him or it never would have worked. She just didn’t love him the way most wives did. A part of her, however small, was glad that her husband had someone to love him the way Minju did, to make love to him and take the pressure off Eun-ju. She would never reveal her feelings to either of them. She would retain that it was disgusting and wrong; but perhaps this way she wouldn’t have to worry about the whole thing imploding. Ultimately, their secrets could stay all under one roof.

“Are you two at least using…protection?” Eun-ju asked, grimacing.

Minju was quick to answer: “Yes mom. and I got my period yesterday so you have nothing to worry about.”

It was true, and the disdain Minju’s mom took for her daughter being argumentative was actually disappointment. So much was happening all at once, but Minju hadn’t lost sight of how badly she wanted to be carrying her dad’s baby. She’d dreamt about it since the first time she’d watched him cum, so pleased to see her dad lose himself that way. And he had wanted to get Minju pregnant too; at least he’d tried so many times Minju had lost count.

'Argghhh!’ Minju screamed inwardly. It only made her want to take it out on her mother more.

“Well we’re putting you on birth control right away then, got it?” Eun-ju asked, like she still intended to maintain some kind of power over her daughter.

“Yeah sure,” said a distracted Minju, thinking about how she was going to tell her dad she’d gotten her period and wondering if he would be upset with her.

“And the pictures on your phone?” Eun-ju asked.

“I’ll delete the ones on my phone.” Minju promised, seeing surprise on her mom’s face. “Oh I’ll be keeping them in other places just in case. But they’ll stay there as long as you don’t come between me and dad.”

Minju’s mom would spend the days before Jae arrived home debating whether or not she could somehow maneuver around her daughter’s leverage. Ultimately, Minju had judged her correctly. Eun-ju liked her life and she didn’t need anything to change. She could maintain all of the relationships, clubs and committees she had. She could continue the affair with Mi-Young, and probably be a lot less secretive, which was the most relieving part.

Eun-ju was feeling about as cooperative as she could manage the day her husband was scheduled to return. Even given days to consider it, Eun-ju didn’t know what she’d say to her husband. They were both guilty of something. On one hand, Eun-ju’s affair had been going on a long time, and involved more than just Mi-Young. She didn’t know how much the two of them knew, or would find out. On the other hand, Jae was fucking their daughter, which was almost unthinkable to her. Then again, Minju was gorgeous, perhaps even as much as her mother at that age, thought Eun-ju. Illegal or not, there was some logic behind his attraction to the eighteen-year-old.

Regardless of how weird things had gotten in the last few days at the house, Eun-ju was feeling better as she pulled into the garage on Monday. She’d gotten Minju on birth control, she’d had a guilt-free day of sex with Mi-Young and seen her friends that afternoon at the country club. She grabbed the groceries and opened the door.

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To Jae, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. Minju had not gotten time to tell him everything that had happened in the time since he’d gotten home and managed to coat his pretty daughter’s breasts in spunk.

The door opened, and Eun-ju came through.

His topless teenager timed it perfectly, giving Eun-ju a long look at her as she strutted by. Jae’s wife gasped, and her mouth dropped open.

It was totally out of his control. There was no question now, even with his pants on and his manhood returning to normal size, it was obviously Jae who’d cum all over the brunette’s chest.

But Eun-ju’s eyes… as they met Minju’s they narrowed in anger.

What on earth was going on? Why hadn’t his wife begun screaming as expected? She wasn’t even looking at him, instead focused on Minju and the state she’d found her in.

As Minju walked out, Jae guiltily picked her shirt up off the ground. He watched his wife turn toward him and shoot him the nastiest look.

She knew something. She had expected this somehow.

Eun-ju didn’t know where the line between intervening with Minju and Jae’s relationship and 'acting like it was normal’ fell, so she stayed quiet. After a moment, which felt like an hour to Jae, Eun-ju walked all the way into the kitchen and set the groceries on the counter across from him. Yep, she knew.

“So…” he prodded, “you….know….about us?” he said with uncertainty.

“No, I don’t know anything” Eun-ju quipped, “I must have missed your sperm all over our daughter’s tits.” The sarcasm was thick in her voice.

“I guess you’re into a lot of things I didn’t know about.”

Okay, something was definitely up, and there was no way Eun-ju would just brush something like this off if Minju wasn’t forcing her to. Even though it wasn’t him controlling her, Jae felt oddly powerful seeing his wife so restrained. Still, with no idea what was going on, Jae didn’t want to push it.

“Who knew I’d be into a little relief after being away for a few days, you certainly never did” Jae said with attitude. Two could play this game.

Eun-ju only scoffed and went about her business. She couldn’t argue with her husband for fear that she might be breaking the terms of her agreement with Minju. Jae was glad of it, and took off after his daughter after an awkward pause in the kitchen.

He found her in the bathroom, stripping off her clothes and waiting for the shower to warm up. A big smile came across Minju’s face when her dad walked in.

“I’m sorry I didn’t have time to tell you daddy,” she said with that cute little frown, “I was so worried you’d be disappointed with me for not being pregnant.”

“I told you already honey,” Jae said, stepping closer and putting a hand around her naked bottom, “it’s okay, it’s nobody’s fault, and won’t it be fun to have all kinds of sex until one of my swimmers finally gets ya?”

Minju giggled as her dad squeezed her butt. “uhhh huh!” she agreed, shaking her head up and down enthusiastically.

“Now, are you going to tell me why you decided it would be okay for your mother to see that big mess we made all over these puppies?” Jae asked, holding his hands out and jiggling her teenage breasts together. Again his daughter laughed aloud as she watched him playing with her tits.

“I’ll tell you, if you get in the shower with me!”

Despite still feeling a little strange about everything, Jae didn’t dare turn his naked little daughter down. She held his hand and stepped under the shower, happy to have her dad with her again.

Minju proceeded to tell him everything that happened: her suspicions, what had raised them, following her mom to the Murphy’s house, the photos, and finally the argument afterward. Jae added some perspective that Minju hadn’t thought of: that her mother had been pushing the relationship with Mi-Young’s son so strongly because she’d likely wanted more excuse to see her lover even more.

Jae didn’t know his daughter had it in her to execute such a scheme. But it had obviously worked, judging by the reaction of his wife upon seeing the clear evidence of incest on his daughter in the kitchen. He was so proud it made him want Minju more.

Like the perfect, sweet girl she was, at some point after Jae had washed all of the spunk from her chest Minju got down on her knees in the shower and sucked her dad’s hard cock until he came in her mouth. Eun-ju had given him hardly enough blowjobs to count on one hand, and here his little girl was giving him the second in less than an hour. And she swallowed it all like it was nothing, licking at the last drop that remained on his tip before standing back up to face him.

“I can’t get over you,” Jae told her.

“Good!” Minju replied, “I hope you never do.”

She hugged him close, feeling so small in his arms at almost a foot shorter than him.

“No way Minju,” he promised the teen, “you’re mine now, my bad little girl.”

With that he grabbed her butt with a slap by both hands. Minju jumped and wrapped her legs around him. If only they could have sex, Minju would be howling with the feeling of her dad shoving inside of her in this position.

“I want you to fuck me really hard when it’s time daddy,” Minju said, feeling bashful, “is that okay?”

“Oh god Minju’, I would be happy to.” Jae replied, rolling his head back as he imagined taking his daughter in the exact position he was now.

“I almost forgot,” Minju said suddenly, dropping to her feet on the floor of the shower, “mom made me go and get a prescription for birth control when I told her. She thinks we’re using condoms too…” Minju said with a shrug and a guilty look on her face.

“Well, maybe it’s best not to incite any trouble with her?” Jae asked

“But I don’t want to stop trying to get pregnant daddy,” she said, trying to sound how she always did when she wanted something. It always worked on him. “Mom watches me take the pills, but the doctor said that while I’m on my period they are just sugar pills. So I haven’t taken any real ones yet”

“Hmmm…” Jae said, thinking, “Well my little troublemaker, have you come up with any plans for this part too?”

“What if we found some that looked just like the regular ones and replaced them?”

“Yep, I think you nailed it,” Jae said. He was turned on beyond belief. The fact that Minju would go to such lengths for him made Jae want to shower her in praise, gifts, whatever she wanted.

Jae took firm grasp of her shoulders and looked at her intently, saying “"God I love you Minju,”

She squirmed in his grasp, unable to hide how good hearing him say that made her feel. She knew he meant it differently and full of much more meaning than before. It took standing up on the tips of her wet toes to reach him for a soft, lovely kiss. Her lips tasted like the warm water that was pouring down and keeping her backside warm while her father did the same for her front.

As they stood there together, Minju felt her dad’s penis beginning to swell again, pushing right between them and making her giggle and stay on her toes so it could linger between her legs a second more.

“Soon daddy, I love you too” she whispered before stepping down, grabbing a towel and exiting the shower.

The next few days were going to be tough.

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And they were. When they went out to the drugstore the next day looking for matching pills to trick Minju’s mother, Jae and Minju agreed to wait until the next time they’d actually have sex before engaging in any activity at all. It seemed like a good idea at the time; saving up would increase his sperm count for when Minju was ready to have sex again and that thought was enough to get him through. But he would regret it later, especially falling asleep at night in her bed (there was no point going back to his own by then) with a raging hard-on and a sexy teenager in his embrace.

At the store, Minju was wearing a sort-of Aztec-patterned top that was a pattern of voids he could see right through.. She had on a strapless bra beneath, but upon glimpsing her toned midsection that always impressed him, thoughts of fucking her right there in the aisle filled his brain. And the jean shorts… she seemed to have endless pairs of them. These ones had the bottoms rolled up so they showed a lighter band below. Consequently, they were even shorter that way, and every single guy they passed chanced a look. Jae made sure to make eye contact with every one of them. 'She’s mine,’ he felt like saying.

Later in the week, Eun-ju decided to put on a show for Minju and her dad by inviting Mi-Young over and hosting what sounded like a pornography filming session in their bedroom. It still stung, the knowledge that his wife had been cheating on him for so long. But with Minju by his side after they’d tiptoed close to the room, looking toward the closed door and then up at him with wide eyes, his troubles seemed less important.

Seeing her giggle and grab his side, whispering: “did you hear that?!” Jae loved her more than ever. Hair in a messy bun, yet another cute outfit, and a big smile on her face because she knew they were getting the better end of the deal, Jae began to make plans of his own.

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Saturday night, a jet-black towncar pulled up to the front of the house. Jae had told his daughter remarkably little. When they woke up that morning, Jae kissed Minju on the neck gently to wake her up.

“Minju’,” he said, waiting for her to roll towards him with a sleepy groan, “I’m going to go out for a little bit. There’s an envelope with your name on it for a day at the best spa in the city, and money for a new dress. Be ready at 7:00, okay?”

“Yes sir!” she said jokingly, just opening her eyes in time to accept a kiss. Minju craned her neck as he backed out of bed to try and make it last longer, but then he was gone.

As she rolled onto her back and stretched, Minju realized she was excited. Even though they could have had sex days ago, her dad had still suggested they wait. She admired his self-control, but secretly wished he would just fuck her senseless every minute she was awake. She couldn’t believe he had lasted this long, but now that she knew he was planning something mysterious it made sense.

The birth control trick was working like a charm. Minju’s mom came to her at the same time every night and watched her take the pill. Minju might have complained about how overbearing she was being, but knowing that she remained unprotected and totally ready to be fertilized by daddy’s cum, Minju was willing to sacrifice that argument.

The day at the spa was wonderful: a massage, manicure, pedicure, steam…facial…the works. Minju had even spent a little of the money on a full wax, though she usually kept it that way for her dad anyway. She just wanted to be as beautiful as possible for him that night.

Near the spa was one of Minju’s favorite stores. It was expensive, but her dad gave her way too much money anyway. Like the rest of the day had gone, she found the perfect dress in only a few minutes. Thankfully, it was much less than he had given her, probably because the dress was well… a little slutty, thought Minju. With a part of what was left, Minju bought heels and the cutest, set of bra and panties she could find.

As seven o'clock approached, Minju grew more and more anxious. She hadn’t seen her dad all day, not after she returned from the spa or in the hours leading up to their date. The eighteen-year-old was meticulous in getting ready, putting on her make-up, getting dressed. As she slid on the new underwear, Minju could feel how much wetter and warmer her inner thighs had grown anticipating the night.

Jae finally heard the click of heels upstairs at about a quarter after seven. Somehow, the little minx managed to be late given literally hours and hours to get ready. But then he saw her.

First, his eyes found the source of the clicking:

Heels, not too tall, black and slim with her freshly manicured toes peeking out from an open-toed front. Minju even had pretty feet. No surprise there.

Then her legs:

Smooth, tan and looking like they’d been bathed in moisturizer all day. Absolutely beautiful.

Of course, they went on forever, reaching the bottom of her dress far too high for a night out with dad:

The dress was enough to drop Jae’s jaw. It hugged her without a fold or a wrinkle or an inch more fabric than necessary. It was short, but not enough to make his fatherly instinct send her back upstairs to change, or maybe that wasn’t his fatherly instinct…, The cups of the dress that covered what he longed to see underneath were blue, forming a wide neckline despite thin straps that hung on to her outer shoulder. The brilliant blue color made its way down the center of the dress on front and back, with black hugging her hips.

But it was underneath that floored him most. Minju’s skin positively glowed. It didn’t seem possible, but she was more beautiful than he had left her that morning or any one before. Her perfect breasts were thrust up into the plunging neckline, so plump he wanted to bury his face in them and leave a mark from sucking on her beautiful skin.

But it was her face that finally did him in:

Minju had seen him goggling her; it was what she wanted all day. She had the prettiest smile from ear to ear. Gleaming white teeth, a deep pink lipstick and light makeup that looked applied by a professional.

“Minju,” Jae finally managed to speak as she descended the last few steps, “I have never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life.”

Her smile only got wider, and as she carefully took the last step to her dad’s level, her knee felt weak from accepting his praise. Her black, metal earrings dangled as she turned the corner and her luscious brown hair swayed to reveal them. If Minju hadn’t reached out for her dad’s hand he might have passed out altogether.

Minju ran a hand inside her father’s jacket. She had noticed immediately how great he looked in a close-fitting gray jacket and pants. His shirt looked expensive and fit him so well: a handsome, white and slim fitting button up. Minju couldn’t believe she was going on her first real date with a real man as handsome as her father.

“Do you feel that,” Minju asked, taking her father’s hand and placing it right above the exposed half of her breast, “my heart is beating so fast daddy, I don’t know why you make me so nervous.”

Jae almost forgot to respond after feeling the swell of her teenage chest against the side of his hand, “Oh honey,” he managed, “it’s me who should be nervous. People are going to wonder what a girl who looks like she stepped out of one of those fashion magazines is doing with an old guy like me.

Again Minju’s heart flipped over in her chest, "DAAAAAD! I wish I could tell you how many times my friends have said they want to bang you. In that jacket….ohhh,” she gasped, continuing to rub his chest and playing with a button right between his big chest muscles, “Are you sure I shouldn’t pull this dress up a little and you can fuck me over the table there the way you like?”

Of course that gave Jae an instant erection, but they’d waited too long.

“No,” he said strongly, “we are going out to the car.”

Minju could tell it took him a lot of strength to deny her. Even the thought of having her father inside her was making her neglected pussy tingle with desire. But she appeased him, walking outside to a beautiful summer evening, glad she wouldn’t need a jacket.

The car was gorgeous: not just any towncar but a brand new luxury vehicle with soft leather seats and music and a delicious champagne her dad poured her after speaking quietly with the driver. During the most memorable car ride Minju had ever taken, she told Jae all about her day. He couldn’t help but feel aroused when she talked about how often she was naked. He hadn’t seen her like that in a few days and he had to pinch himself to respect her and not push the straps of her dress hungrily down over her shoulders.

“Daddy,” she asked sweetly, “how long are you going to make me wait?”

“Come on Minju’, don’t make this harder on me,” he begged, “it’s time I treated you like a real girlfriend, no…. better. Soon enough we can be more than that,”

Minju swooned, “well, how about tonight… I’m just 'yours’?” she asked.

“I’d love that.” he agreed.

More and more, Minju was becoming everything he ever wanted. Beautiful, adventurous, happy, and willing to give herself wholly into a relationship. Eun-ju would have never agreed to go to an undisclosed location, or even put as much effort into getting ready. Where Minju was happy just to be with her dad for now, Eun-ju would have been constantly pushing for a label on the relationship or the next big step. He was still having trouble coping with the lie that had gotten them through the last twenty-some years, but with Minju at his side it seemed so much easier to bear.

“NO. WAY.” Minju proclaimed, looking out the window and up at the building as they were coming to a stop. She looked back at him, looking for an explanation. The brand new building downtown… the one with the restaurant at the very top that took some five or six weeks to get a reservation for.

Jae just smiled.

“DAD!” She cried. Only famous people went there; or at least that’s what her friends said.

Still, he smiled back. He wasn’t royalty or anything, he’d just helped out the owner of the restaurant by introducing him to the building owners when the plans were still confidential. It really was just a coincidence, but the owner had offered that he call any time he wanted a table and he could expect the best service available. Jae might have cashed in for his anniversary with Eun-ju, but this was so much better.

She was so enamored, looking up at the clear wall of glass that extended multiple stories high for the main entrance that she didn’t even notice her dad get out and come around to her door.

“For you Minju,” he said, offering his hand for help stepping out of the car, “anything.”

Minju felt like she was in a movie, all the way up to the top floor where the restaurant was.

“Go ahead, push the button,” Jae said, trying to snap her out of the daydreamy state she’d been in. Minju had to loosen the tight grip she had on her father’s arm just to reach the button, and pushing it gave her just as much satisfaction as when she was a little kid.

“Mr. Fiorella!” A man in an incredibly expensive suit said as he spotted them walking up to the hostess. Minju hadn’t ever heard their name pronounced by someone who was actually Italian.

“So good to see you again Jae,” he said with that thick accent, stopping quite dramatically when he saw Minju and smacking his foot on the ground. “And who…is…this beauty on your arm?”

“This is m…”

“Hi I’m Minju, Jae’s daughter,” she interjected. Jae forgot for a moment that Minju was a forward, independent girl. With Eun-ju, he always had to tote her around. “I’m so sorry my dad hasn’t told me about you, but what’s your name?”

“Jae, I’m hurt!” The man feigned. “My name is Marco D'Agosto and this is my restaurant,” he said motioning with his hand, “though tonight. bella, it is yours.”

With that, Marco bent and kissed Minju’s hand. Jae might have been jealous if he didn’t know Marco so well. They’d met in Italy many years ago when he and his wife were vacationing and she’d gone to bed far too early as usual. They’d met out on the piazza and Marco had taken Jae all around the city, introducing him to women and clubs and hot spots he’d never have seen otherwise, always at night when his wife chickened out. Jae flown over the Atlantic many times to visit him since and he, thankfully, never changed. Marco was always affectionate with women but ultimately harmless.

Leading them to the table, Marco was probably relaying a similar story to Minju as Jae trailed behind. No complaint from him, because Minju’s dress was equally stunning from the back. Minju did catch him checking her out, biting her lip and squinting at him when she looked back and then returned to Marco’s story.

Finally, he opened two large doors that led out to a private balcony. It was tucked into the side of the building to protect from the wind, but despite being the most beautiful part of the restaurant, empty. The other tables were set with candles that were obviously centered around their table

“Marco, you didn’t hold this for us did you?” Jae asked

“Of course I did,” Marco said, “It’s just one night, and I couldn’t help myself, I owe you everything Giovanni!”

“You shouldn’t have,” said Jae, “I won’t complain any more, but only this time, you promise? Only because this is for Minju.”

“Yes sir,” he said, exaggerating and turning so Minju could see his fingers crossed behind his back. “I’ll send a waiter with our favorite wine from back home, capice?”

“Marco,” Minju’s dad said, “thank you, truly.”

Jae watched Minju blow his old friend a kiss as she sat down. She was so proper and graceful, Jae knew she could fit in anywhere. As he took his own seat, Minju was looking all around her and then over the railing just next to their table. When her eyes found her dad’s she leaned in as close as possible and said, not too quietly:

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

Jae smiled and then darted his eyes back and forth, “Minju! Careful!”

“What?” she said, “I think Marco would tell his guests to look away if you asked him to,”

“Maybe,” Jae laughed. He had obviously impressed her.

Before the wine came, Minju made him tell her everything about Marco and how the hell he’d gotten in such high regard with the interesting man. And in no time, they’d gone through a bottle of wine. Nobody dared ask Minju her age, eighteen-year-olds simply didn’t look as beautiful as she did that night.

“Daddy,” she said sweetly, feeling emboldened by the wine, “it’s going to work this time. We are going to get pregnant, I know it, maybe tonight.”

She took another swig of wine, “I think I have mom under control for now, but I don’t know what we’ll do once I miss my first period.”

“Does that scare you baby?” Jae asked.

“No, no!” Minju assured him, “I just didn’t plan that far.”

“It’s okay Minju,” Jae told his troubled daughter, “I think I’ve got that figured out.”

“Really?” She asked with a mix of excitement and hesitation.

“Well I still really want you to go to school, and I you do too, right?” Jae said, watching his daughter nod. “And we’ve got plenty of schools to choose from since you got in to so many.”

“What if we picked our favorite city out of them and moved there?”

“You’d do that…for me?” She asked, completely shocked.

“Minju, I told you, I’m not leaving your side, ever. It’s still your choice, we could forget the whole thing and wait until you’re done with school. I’ll still want you to have our baby, I know it.”

Minju looked mad, “Are you changing your mind Dad?” she exclaimed

“Shhhh,” he said, watching her grit her teeth, “No, I have been imagining how beautiful you are going to look and thinking non-stop about getting you pregnant since we first talked about it on vacation and honestly quite a bit before that”

Her look softened.

“I want to make a baby with you more than anything, I just want to do it right by you.”

Minju looked embarrassed for overreacting. It was hard to keep all her strong feelings at bay. “No daddy, I think you’re idea is great. I could go to school for at least a semester, have the baby and then go back,”

“I’ll make sure you have plenty of time to do that, we can hire help, I can work from home…” Jae said, “I don’t really have to work right now, just need to keep myself busy.”

“I can keep you busy dad,” Minju flirted.

“I know you can Minju’, so we can make all of these decisions together once we move. But we’ll have to keep everything a secret until its done.”

Minju agreed, knowing there was still more plans to be made. But in a way, the evening felt like they were finally a real couple, with real plans to be together, not just slinking around when her mother was asleep.

Dinner was incredible, even better than Minju expected. They talked about everything and nothing as usual, both father and daughter felt a connection unlike any they’d experienced before. Whether it was talking about music or the way Minju had slipped out of a shoe and was gently rubbing his calf They’d gone through two bottles of wine in a few hours, and Minju was finding that it made her so horny she couldn’t take it.

“Daddy, I really want you,” she whispered too loud, “will you take me home?”

“Just one more thing honey,” Jae promised, hearing his restless daughter groan in frustration.

Marco came out a few minutes later. She’d seen them talking quietly when Jae went to the bathroom.

“Ms. Fiorella, would you please take my arm?” Marco asked, “I’d like to show you to dessert.”

Minju was slightly drunk and totally confused. Jae had to laugh that Marco would try to get close to his daughter one more time before they left, but he could see that the Italian was only making things better for him. Minju obviously wanted to be closer to her dad at that moment, so she wanted him all the more.

Marco took them through the kitchen, past his private office and finally to a staircase that shouldn’t have existed. A very anxious Minju had thought for sure they were on the top floor.

“This is a place I reserve for the most private of occasions,” Marco said, “your dad said you’d love to see it.”

Minju carefully took each step of the sheek-looking staircase one at a time. When they reached the top, Marco had to leave her in the darkness of the upper corridor. Minju felt her dad move in close behind her, touching her softly on the backside, but not so much as to make his intentions obvious to Marco. Ahead of them, Marco threw open a door and revealed the uppermost terrace.

It was breathtaking.

A better view, unbelievably, than that below. In the middle of some of the most comfortable looking, cream-colored, outdoor sofas and other beautiful dining furniture there was a huge, circular stone fireplace blazing with flame. Like below, the walls and ceiling had been erected to protect about half of the terrace from wind. Warm, cedar slats ran in concentric circles until the room gave way to the beautiful night sky.

Seeing she didn’t need to be explained the importance of this place, Marco excused himself saying, “your dad said you had some important decisions to make, I’ll make sure nobody interrupts you.” and closed the door behind him.

What her dad had said to Marco Minju didn’t know, but she didn’t need to. She slowly wandered out into the middle of the open-ended room and turned to face her dad.

“I already made my decision daddy,” she said with a wonderfully seductive look, “what now?”

Jae didn’t have an answer for her. He saw in his daughter’s eyes that she could wait no more, and so he stood silently waiting for her next move.

With that, she pushed the shoulder of her dress off.

And then the other.

Two tiny straps remained. Jae was dying to see what they led to.

“You’ve been mean daddy,” she said, “getting me all riled up and making me wait.”

He wanted to bull-rush her, rip her dress to shreds and make her scream at the top of her lungs, but he didn’t. He couldn’t move, and he couldn’t look away.

“But I’ve been mean too,” she said, stepping down from one shoe.

“Making YOU wait,” she kicked the other shoe off her foot and it slid about half the distance to her dad.

“Dressing like this,” she whispered, maneuvering her arm under one of the shoulders of the dress.

“Hoping you’ll look,” she said, darting her eyes to his,

“But knowing you can’t touch,” finally the other strap.

And then he watched, completely mesmerized, as Minju grabbed the bottom of the dress and expertly wiggled and shimmied her way out of it. Inch by inch, the fabric followed her hands down her legs.

First it gave way to the tops of a black, push up bra. More of her young breasts showed above the supportive cups than within, each of which were made of black lace covering a pink colored patch of fabric which held her wonderful globes in place. When it cleared her bra, her breasts were allowed to expand to full size, unburdened by the tight dress. Jae didn’t believe they could get bigger, but they did. The thought made him smile as Minju turned sideways so he could watch her bend to pull the dress the rest of the way down.

It finally gave way to her bottoms, and boy was it worth the wait. A tiny pair of pink lace panties hugged her hips, with an inch or so of transparent fabric like a skirt hung loosely from the hem. Watching her shimmy to finally exit the dress, with the starry, black sky and fire behind her, Minju was a goddess. When she stood up and saw her dad could not move or speak, she called to him, with an arm outstretched.

“It’s okay daddy, you can touch me now.”

Jae walked, entranced, toward the clasping and unclasping hand of his nearly-naked teenage daughter. That reality had still not set in. Perhaps he hoped it never would. Even when they finally settled down, had children and shared the love of a long and fulfilling life, it would still be a fantasy that Jae had been allowed to live out of sheer luck.

When their hands connected, the trance was over. Touching Minju activated his love, lust and everything he’d had to hold back since over a week before.

He grabbed Minju’s hips in his hands, turning her and pulling her right against him. Minju immediately went for his jacket. She pushed it off his shoulders and was unbuttoning his shirt before the gray coat fell to the floor. Then his pants; it all came off and Jae stood there on the floor of the terrace ready to give his daughter what they both wanted.

He picked her up under the arms and threw her backward. Minju didn’t even know there was a couch behind her until she landed with a soft thud. And then her dad was on her. He’d managed to get his socks and shoes off before she could even sit up to see him.

She was only able to sit straight for a second before he grabbed at her leg like an animal and tugged it so she was on her back again. He kissed from her ankle to her knee, and up her wonderful, smooth thigh. “Oh god dad,” Minju gasped as she felt him get close to her pussy.

He pulled again, sliding Minju further so her arms went over her head and her face was nearer to his. Jae kissed her belly button, her flawless abs and up to the breasts he’d been dying to touch all night.

Minju moaned as he took a huge mouthful of her left breast and bit gently. She loved when he bit her.

Finally, Jae made it up her chest, past her collarbone, neck and to the side of her face. Minju turned needily, he was making her work for a kiss on the lips.

Minju had been waiting too long. She’d been dreaming of this moment since, well, since a second after the last time they’d had sex. But certainly all day at the spa she’d known this was coming. A few feet away, the flames cast flickering heat in their direction, but it was nothing compared to the fiery attraction between them. The teenager grabbed ahold of her father’s cock through his underwear.

“Daddy please,” she begged, pushing him from the nape of her neck where he’d been kissing and sucking her into a frenzy. “please don’t make me wait any longer,” He forced his pelvis against hers, “pleAASEEEE!” she cried, feeling his cock mash against her clit.

Jae didn’t want to wait any longer either. In seconds he’d grabbed her adorable panties from her thin waist and tugged them forcefully off. Once again Minju felt intimidated and dominated; he did the same with her bra.

Minju did her part and pushed his boxers down so that his huge cock sprung free. Minju hadn’t felt it inside her in too long, but as usual it looked too big to actually fit in her tiny body. But judging by the way Minju’s hips were lifting off the cushion and her eyes were wide with overflowing desire, she was ready to try.

Jae reached down and directed his tip to her opening. Minju took a deep breath in anticipation.

But he only allowed it to part her lips, rubbing it up her slit and then wiggling back and forth oh her clit. The teenager twitched as she felt her father’s head at her most sensitive spot, but it wasn’t enough. A few more seconds of her uncontrollable spasming, getting so wet she was almost in tears, and she grabbed him on his side until her father winced in pain.

“Stop it!” she yelled, mustering every bit of composure she could find, “Fuck me daddy…now.”

That’s when he made her scream. Jae lined up with his daughter’s tunnel, grabbed both of her hips and sank into her in one, long, slow, stroke. No matter how long he took, Jae was simply too big for his little girl to keep her howl at bay.

“DAAAaaaaaaaadyyyy, ooooooooooooouuuuwhhhhhhhhh” She bawled.

That was all it took, as soon as Minju felt her father’s hips come in contact with her own, she dug her nails into his back on both sides. Her abs tensed, her eyes shut tight, and her legs pulled him what little there was left to go. Jae had never heard of it happening, but there was his little girl, cumming after one thrust inside her tiny pussy and screaming for daddy as she did.

The wine was the only thing that saved him. If Jae hadn’t drank more than a bottle to keep his little girl from getting too drunk, he’d be filling up his youngest’s quim with semen after one thrust. But they were both lucky. As soon as Jae could feel his little girl’s walls loosening, he urged an inch at a time in and out. Minju wasn’t done cumming, and when he made it about half way out after three or four thrusts, she was right back at it.

“Stop daddy….oh godd….I can’t bre….I can’t…ughhh,…. PLEAAAAAASSE!”

He made it almost all the way out before driving back in, connecting firmly against Minju’s pelvis and watching her make faces she couldn’t control. Again her walls squeezed him and Minju begged for mercy.

“Daddy…ohhhhfuck…..Ughehhh” she choked, “Not again…. uhhhhhhh….. ohNo… Daddyyyyyy!”

He had promised her this, that he would fuck her until she screamed; hard and fast until she couldn’t take it anymore. When her walls gripped him so tight that he knew he would hurt her if he tried to go in and out again, he stayed planted in Minju’s tunnel.

For a moment, it looked like Minju went unconscious. Her back was arched and her neck craned while she came on her father’s cock, and then she went limp with him buried inside.

Naked as the day she was born, her quim filled with her father’s cock and overcome by her orgasm, Minju could be no more perfect. As her eyes came back into view, and she was able to support her head, Minju had to remember where she was. When she felt how full her pussy was, she remembered completely.

“Dad,” she whispered as she came around, “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Jae smiled back at her, pushing hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek in his hand. She mewled into it. Then she surprised him by smacking his big shoulder.

“I asked you… no I begged you to stop!” She said, sounding legitimately upset.

“I know you did sweetie,” Jae replied, “but then you wouldn’t have had another orgasm, and I wouldn’t have gotten to watch.”

“But it hurt daddy,” she pouted childishly, “I couldn’t control my body.”

“That’s the best part Minju, next time just let it happen, don’t fight it.”

Minju nodded. Looking down, she saw that she had apparently made a bit of a mess on the cushion with the fluids her body had released when her dad was making her cum. “Oops,” Minju said with a shrug.

“It’s okay honey, we can flip it over when we’re done.”

Minju, who had finally gotten time to recover, liked hearing her father say “when we’re done.” She couldn’t believe that she’d cum so soon, and her dad hadn’t even gotten close to her favorite part. If they were going to get pregnant tonight, she was going to have to fuck him again and again until he didn’t have any more to give her.

“How do you want me now daddy?” She asked with the most innocent look she could drum up.

“Remember the day I left, how you rode me in the car at the airport?” Jae asked

“Uh huh,” said Minju excitedly, happy to hear that he liked it.

“Will you do that again for me sweetheart?”

“Uh huh,” repeated Minju.

Jae easily flipped the hundred-or-so pound teen on top of him, causing her to moan as her father’s cock shifted inside her.

When Minju’s knees came to the sofa, she was all ready to go.

Now that she was in control, it was Minju’s turn to tease her dad.

“Tell me what you want daddy,” Minju directed, lifting her hips so only his head remained inside.

“Oh,” he said, wide-eyed, “we’re gonna do THIS now?”

“You started it,” Minju argued, “say it.”

“Fuck me Minju,” he said, not sounding like he wanted to mess around. Minju raised her eyebrows like she wanted him to say something else.

“Be a good girl Minju,” Jae said grabbing her hips, “and take my cock back inside you.”

He tried to push her down, but she only allowed a fraction of an inch more into her sweet little puss. He had to have her, but he knew it wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t let her have her fun.

“Bad girl,” Minju corrected him, “I’m not your good girl anymore dad,”

“Okay Minju. Fuck your dad like the bad daughter you are.”

She allowed a whole inch, but nothing more. When Jae tried to drive his hips up, she lifted.

“I’m not fucking around Minju, you lower that little ass on me now.”

One more inch. Watching her face, Jae could see she didn’t have much resistance left.“

"Fuck your dad you naughty little tease,” Jae begged her.

That did it. Minju sank all the way onto him and both Minju and her father moaned aloud when they felt him bottom out. Minju now knew what her dad’s cock felt like against her cervix, and it was definitely there.

She didn’t need any more encouragement. With her mouth open from the incredible pleasure, Minju looked into her dad’s eyes and lifted her hips back up. When his tip was about to pop out, Minju dropped like a stone to bury her father inside again.

“Oh fuck Minju, you are so tight.”

“Tighter than mom?” Minju asked, moving her hips up and down again.

“Ugh yess…so much tighter.”

Minju started to pick up speed, it was a lot of effort to climb the whole length of his cock and bury it again, and her little pussy could only take so much. Minju felt like she might be close to cumming again.

“Oh dad…fuck” she cooed as her clit touched the base of his cock, “your penis is so…fucking…big daddy. I can’t believe it fits.”

“Keep going honey,” Jae encouraged, “you are doing so good.”

Minju looked so small on top of him. His little girl, with her developed breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust, her core writhing as she flexed to lift and release. He’d raised her, taught her right from wrong, loved her every step of the way and now she was loving him back with cries of passion as his cock filled her again and again. She would never be more beautiful.

“I love you baby,” he said, palming her breasts in one hand and her hip in the other.

Minju moaned as his thumb pressed into her lower abdomen.

“I love you too dad,” she whispered over labored breaths and a pause in her quiet moaning.

“I’m ready daddy… unhhh fuck…. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Jae knew what she meant but he let her go on.

“I want your cum in me….ohh daaaad.” she was trying hard to keep her composure as her own words made her weak with wantonness

“No birth control… no condom…ohhhhpleaaase… will you?”

“What honey?” Jae bated.

“Get me pregnant daddy, cum inside me!”

It’s what they’d both wanted. It’s what they’d both been waiting for. Looking at his baby girl atop him, Jae knew it was time.

He grabbed her hips when she’d planted him all the way inside and held her there. Picking her up without any trouble, he set her on her back and laid on top of her. He wanted to be pressed against her when it happened.

“Are you ready sweetie?”

“Uh huh,” whimpered Minju. “Please daddy, cum in my pussy.”

Withdrawing from his daughter, Jae knew it wouldn’t take long. As he sank back inside her, Minju moaned loudly. She was ready to cum too.

“Fuck daddy,” Minju called, tears formed in her eyes she wanted him so bad. Minju knew this was it. On the tallest building, in a secret place, with only the stars to witness it, Minju was going to get pregnant.

Her father began to grunt, He couldn’t control himself either and Minju loved it.

“Oh daad…fuck meee.”

“Mi…Minju…oh Minju,” he called, thrusting into his daughter, hips moving of their own volition.

He drove into her, feeling her tiny body accept him into his warm embrace. He’d hugged her a thousand times. On her way out to school, after her dance performances, when she came home from school and hugged him so tight because she missed him. Feeling her eighteen-year-old pussy squeeze him, he knew this is what it had all been leading to.

Again he buried his entire length into Minju’s tunnel. “Daaadyy,” she screamed. She’d said it a thousand times before. When he touched her neck after putting his hand in the cooler, when she wanted something from the mall, when he’d held her when something went wrong at school. Feeling her wonderful father’s cock push into her and make her feel things she didn’t know she could, Minju knew she was always meant to call out to him like this.

“Ughh..” Minju twitched, she couldn’t hold back any longer when his cock filled her up again. “Daad I’m….mnnhhhh… Daaady I’m gonna….” He shoved into her enough times that she simply couldn’t speak.

Jae got lost for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, Minju only had the strength to give him one, last, puppy-dog, beautiful gaze before her head rolled back and she cried out.

It was immediate. Her legs locked, her fingers clenched and her young pussy gripped her father’s cock like he’d never felt before. It pulled at him, begging, like his daughter, to fill her with cum.

There was no holding back. What little he could to withdraw from Minju as she leg-locked him, Jae did. One last, fateful time, he pushed into Minju’s depths and felt the first chill of release.

As the first jet of sperm entered Minju’s pussy, she spasmed, clamping tighter on her father and urging his hips even more forcefully deep. Feeling the pressure of a week’s wait flood her unprotected womb, both Minju and her father believed that the very first spurt would be the one that assured her pregnancy.

But that didn’t stop Jae continuing to pump into his young daughter. Even through howls of pleasure and lustful grasps of her hands, Minju was intimately aware of what was happening deep in her quivering tunnel. Her father’s head buried as deep as it could go, she felt his cock throb each time before another warm gush flooded her womb.

“Ohfuuuu….daaaadyyy…don’t stop” Minju gasped, “Keep cumming in me…. unhhh,,, please daad!”

He couldn’t stop. Jae watched his beautiful daughter’s body spasm almost at the same pace as his cock emitting torrents of the cum he hoped would get her pregnant. Her youthful breasts mashed against his chest to the rhythm of her gasps for air, and all the while he continued urging his hips against her soft mound.

Tears were welling and then toppling Minju’s flushed cheeks. She could feel her insides completely charged with her father’s spunk, and nothing made her happier. She wondered if her father was so big that his penis touched all the way past her cervix. She didn’t think that was possible, but her certainly must be close. Anything that put his freshly deposited sperm closer to her fertile, young womb.

Locked together at the hips in beautiful incest, father and daughter began to regain their wits. Jae could hear the flicker of the fire behind him. When Minju’s eyes finally opened in his direction, the flames lit her blue irises and Jae was unable to look away. They didn’t move for minutes at a time, maybe more, maybe less. A couple of times, Minju’s insides pulsed with the defiant remainder of her climax, causing Minju to gasp again and show her father an uncontrollable and adorable look. Even then, it seemed Jae had a little more cum left to spill into her.

They held on tightly and listened to each other’s breath regularise. Neither Minju or Jae felt any need to speak or move an inch. Minju felt her recently virgin opening becoming a bit sore after the romp she’d just sustained, but she was far too happy to feel her father buried inside to ask for relief.

'Was she in a dream?’ Minju thought as she looked out at the night sky and the fire-lit walls that led to it. Had she really just experienced the best sex of her young life, with her loving father, perhaps become pregnant and done it all in the most beautiful spot atop the tallest building in the city? It couldn’t be real, and Minju couldn’t help continuing to tear up.

“What’s the matter Minju’?” Jae asked, leaning back to look at his daughter’s face. She appeared to be crying and Jae was worried he’d done something wrong.

Minju pushed her cheek into her father’s hand as he held her face, “Oh no, nothing’s wrong Daddy.”

“Then what honey, why the tears?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just being silly and emotional, I can’t help it.” Minju apologized. “I’m just so happy.”

She looked so beautiful, even with the wet streaks on each cheek. The glow that he’d seen as she walked down the stairs at home before their date was even more present now. Jae leaned in to kiss her neck, then her chin, then the salty sweet spot where a tear had rolled down her cheek. Minju swooned to be receiving such wonderful attention from her father.

“You gave me the best day of my life dad,” she assured him, “the spa, the dinner, this place…and you.”

Jae smiled back at her appreciatively.

“I only hope I can give you something too” Minju said nervously.

“Honey,” Jae assured her, “you’ve already given me everything I could ever want. A man like me doesn’t deserve someone as beautiful inside as you are out.”

“Don’t say that Daddy, you don’t only deserve me, you deserve a baby with me too. I really hope I can give you one.”

“This time Minju,” Jae reasoned, “I think we did it.”

“Really daddy?” His little girl said with wide, passionate eyes, “You really think I could be pregnant this time?”

He’d never confirmed it for her before, knowing that he would be foolish to get her hopes up. But it really felt like this was the time. Jae couldn’t have cum more inside his teenage daughter, and it couldn’t have been a better time in her fertility cycle for one of the hundreds of millions of sperm cells he’d released inside his daughter to find her egg. No matter what others thought, Minju’s pure hopefulness and excitement to be pregnant shattered the barriers of right and wrong.

“We won’t know for a while Minju, but I think this could be it. What do you think?”

Minju thought hard, with her cue brow furrowed and her mouth tweaked to the side. “I guess I don’t know for sure either, but I know you came SO MUCH! I could literally feel it more than any of the times before.” She was so bubbly Jae could feel his heart throb for her.

“Look!” Minju directed, rotating her hips to the side and pushing her father’s pelvis so he began to slide out. Jae whined as his still-hard manhood was deprived the feeling of his daughter’s warmth, inch by inch.

Placing her hand just below her opening, Minju’s eyes grew wider as she watched her father’s tip revealed. Tight as she was, when Jae finally pulled the last inch out, her pussy fought him and there was the faintest pop. Her little tunnel closed up as quickly as it had been pried open, and there was at least a second before they saw it.

Pure white spunk peered between her taut, pink lips. It grew and grew, as her snug, eighteen-year-old pussy fought to return to its incredible tightness.

“See daddy!” She exclaimed, “I knew it, look how much you came in my pussy!”

As it continued to squeeze out, Minju gasped. She was glad she held her hand there or it would have gotten on the nice restaurant owner’s couch.

“Ohhhhmyyygod Dad!” She almost sounded like she was scolding him, “Look how much you came in your OWN DAUGHTER… such a bad daddy!”

Her eyes flitted between her father’s and the overfilled little pussy he’d created. Jae could tell she was just teasing; she was enjoying this way too much to be upset. He knew that for sure a second later. When Minju decided there was not much less to spill out, she took the fingers that she used to trap the excess and pushed them, spilled cum and all, back into her aching opening. Watching her concentrate hard on pushing it all back inside, Jae collapsed on the couch beside her, overwhelmed.

“Will you put my panties back on daddy?” Minju asked sweetly, “I wanna keep it all in.”

He wasn’t sure it would work, but Jae was certainly willing to try. He admired the pretty pair of underwear that Minju had picked out just for him as he maneuvered them over his daughter’s gorgeous legs. Minju pulled them on tight and pushed one little finger on her opening until she was satisfied that she’d done her best.

Boy was she a sight to see. So young, so beautiful and glowing…Jae’s eighteen-year-old daughter was topless and had that incredible, freshly-fucked look he’d only known in his teens. Seeing her now, he recognized every little curve and bone in her body that he’d seen develop as she’d grown up. Jae was overjoyed now to be seeing them without clothing; she looked best that way.

He couldn’t believe the little girl he’d raised since birth had grown so beautiful. Her breasts: so perky and youthful… her hips: so lithe and thin, her midsection: toned and with the definition only a woman could bear. Soon he hoped for her stomach to be changing as she bore his child.

Minju could feel her father’s eyes on her. There was something so wonderful about the way Minju and her father could be in each other’s presence without saying a word and still feel like they were growing in love.

“I love the way you look at me daddy,” she said, catching his attention.

“I can’t help myself Minju, when did my daughter become so beautiful?”

“Ughhh!” Minju scoffed, “I always was DAD! I just didn’t want to tempt you until I turned eighteen.”

“Of course you’re right honey,” Jae said, letting Minju curl up next to him and feeling her smooth legs against his. His daughter was right, if he thought truthfully, Minju had started developing when she entered her teens. He didn’t remember her breasts being as full as they were now, but she always had trouble with boys at school harassing her. He was glad he didn’t contribute then, and now he was reaping the benefits in full.

“But I really mean it dad, this was the best night ever.” She squirmed up to give him a kiss, whispering before she closed the gap between them,, “Thank you so much.”

The kissed for a long time, not aggressively, not lustfully, just gentle and heavy with emotion. Jae’s fingers caressed his baby’s side and her skin raised with tiny goose bumps when he tickled her too lightly. He would simply never tire of holding his amazing daughter in his arms. Alone with each other, they could be unburdened by judgment and morality. As their lips touched and tongues entwined, they could be simply in love.

“Will you take me home daddy?” Minju asked after they’d laid naked for long enough.

Jae rubbed his hand from her wet little panties all the way up and across her perfect breasts. He knew he would get a chance to do so again soon, but he simply didn’t want to be away from her wonderfully naked form for a second if he didn’t have to. Minju smiled as she felt his need by the warmth of his palms on her.

“Absolutely baby, let’s get your clothes back on.”

Helping the teenager back into her tight, blue and black dress was surprisingly fun. She could have done it herself, but Minju didn’t want her father’s hands far from her either. He got to tuck each of her plump globes into her delicate bra, and then hold her steady as she wiggled to stretch the dress over her body once more. Jae growled with frustration when Minju intentionally thrust her hips back and his cock was reminded not to fully deflate.

They checked around for evidence of their time on the terrace before walking over to the railing and looking out over the city. It was the perfect moment; Minju’s lips buzzed at the touch of her father’s, and the breeze rushed through her soft brown hair. Only the dark, impartial skyline was witness to the incredible love both shared and consummated on the hideaway rooftop. And as Jae and his daughter held each other close, they both dreamed that someday they would look back and remember the beautiful place where Minju conceived her father’s child.

Neither of them wanted to leave, but when it was time Minju held her father’s hand and he led her out. Marco showered them with thanks for visiting, kissed Minju’s hand again and Jae and his baby embraced in silence the entire elevator ride back to solid ground.

The way home was mostly quiet. Minju was tired; the wine had finally gotten to her. Plus, she’d always gotten sleepy on car rides home at night. For years, Jae had carried his daughter to her bed after a long night; it appeared this night would be no different.

As the car finally rolled to a stop and Jae turned to step out and circle around the car for his daughter’s door, Minju grabbed his shoulder.

“Can we stay,” the sleepy teenager asked, “just a little longer daddy?”

Even though they were more or less free to be open with each other around the house now, Minju was reluctant to end their date. She was a little worn out by their earlier rooftop tryst, but she wanted her father one more time before they ended the night.

“I want you inside me one more time,” she whispered.

With that, Jae spoke a few words to the driver and then got back in the car. Minju straddled her dad as soon as he was settled. He hadn’t even seen her take off her tiny panties, but he knew she wasn’t wearing them as soon as his tip came back in contact with his daughter’s pussy.

It was like he was back in highschool, having sex in the back of the car. Just like back then, he had a youthful little teen perched on his lap, having sex for the first time in the back seat. Unlike then, she was far more beautiful than any girl he’d ever slept with, and it wasn’t only because Minju was his daughter. Jae was as much in heaven as his adorable, bouncing teenager while she rode him for the second time that night.

He liked fucking her in the tight-fitting dress he’d been admiring all night. It felt good in his hands as he grasped her tightly at the waist where it was bunched up. As they joined at the hips over and over, Jae’s thrusts stronger and more deliberate, the tryst felt hasty and lustful, like neither of them was in full control of their actions and they simply needed each other.

And Minju whimpered when she felt her daddy pumping his plentiful sperm into her for the second time that night. She had smiled widely as he prepared to, hearing him grunt involuntarily and call out her name as she rode him.

For a reason Minju would probably never know, the warm gush of her father’s cum was a trigger for her. All she had to do was clamp her hips down firmly on him so he was buried as far in her pussy as he could be, and when she felt the throb of his penis before it released, she knew to prepare to climax herself. A small wiggle of her hips so that her clit rubbed against the base of her father’s cock would send Minju into a fit of gasping, shuddering and pleasure that seemed to reach every part of her body.

“Does sex always feel like that Daddy?” Minju asked, after she’d collapsed against him and caught her breath.

“Well, sex usually feels good between two people who want it, that’s why it gets people into so much trouble” Jae started. He was thinking back on his life and trying to answer her question truthfully, “but no… It rarely feels as good as it does with you Minju.”

He couldn’t see her face as she was nuzzled into her father’s neck, but Jae could sense that Minju was smiling again. She was obviously satisfied with his answer and she should be, he thought, she was only eighteen and already a goddess after only a few weeks of experience atop him.

“You ready to go in now honey?” Jae asked

“Well, I should probably get off you so your big penis isn’t still in me when we do,” she joked, “but yes, we can go in now. I got what I needed.”

Jae tipped the driver probably far more than he should have, but he was simply in too good a mood. He felt his daughter’s eyes lovingly upon him the whole way in. She was infatuated. And Jae was glad, because he felt the same way.

Eun-ju was watching television in the family room when the two lovers opened the door and stepped inside. She’d been asleep, but her giggling daughter and husband at the door had fixed that. Naturally, she was pissed that they’d had a fun night together. She probably would have been more so if she’d known where they went, but Eun-ju was far from asking about their night.

“I see you got a new dress,” Eun-ju said condescendingly as she walked into the kitchen and saw Minju and her father sharing a glass of water. “Or is it a shirt?”

Minju only scoffed. She could honestly care less what her mom had to say at that point.

In looking at the tiny blue dress and how little it covered of her young daughter’s legs, Eun-ju noticed something else. Not only was their no panty line, but between her teenager’s legs there was something that shouldn’t have been there.

“What is THAT?” Eun-ju asked, incredulous.

Both Jae and Minju froze, but Minju knew immediately what she would be pointing at.

“Oh you mean daddy’s cum?” Minju answered, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. She looked down to see it still slowly making its way down her leg from her bottomless, bare opening.

Eun-ju’s eyes went wide.

“It’s no big deal, I’ll clean it up when I go upstairs. Don’t worry, nobody saw it but you.” The mischievous little Minju continued.

“I don’t care if anyone saw it,” Eun-ju spat, “what is it doing there?”

“Well, you got me on birth control, remember mom?” Minju lied, “I wanted to know what it felt like, so I asked daddy to cum in me in the car before we came in tonight. He did it earlier tonight too, it feels sooooo good!”

Eun-ju looked speechless, and when she did find her words, they weren’t kind.

“You stupid little slut,” she said quietly, “you can still get pregnant if he cums inside you without a condom on, how do you think we had you?”

“Ah ah ah,” Minju warned, “remember what we agreed mom, you can’t talk to me like that. If daddy wants to cum in my pussy, then I want him to too. So get used to it, because I really liked it.”

Minju turned to her dad, who had decided to stay quiet in the midst of his two bickering women. “Thanks daddy, by the way,” she said, giving him a quick kiss, “for dinner, for the wonderful night… I’m gonna go clean up, you made a mess of me!”

Once again, Minju left Jae and his wife standing in the kitchen to deal with the aftermath. For once, Eun-ju didn’t have much to say.

“Great Jae, really great. I hope you’re proud of yourself turning your daughter into a foul-mouthed skank.” Eun-ju said, breaking the silence.

“You know, she’s actually only like that around you. She was a perfect lady all night.”

“A perfect lady! Oh… and your daughter whom you came inside of, right?” Eun-ju asked sarcastically, thinking she’d get a rise out of him.

“I guess that’s true, not only a perfect lady… also an incredible lover too. I guess you really can have it all.”

“You’re disgusting,” Eun-ju said,

“Coming from my two-timing, lesbian wife, I guess I can handle that.” Jae said smugly.

With that, he walked out. Jae joined his daugher in the shower again; she looked so beautiful with water cascading over her and her teenage body all bare and clean for him to touch. His worries and frustration with his wife washed away with each passing second.

“Already daddy?” Minju asked, rubbing water from her eyes and looking down to see her dad hard and sticking right toward her.

“I guess I can’t help it honey, either we need to be apart or you need to find a way to stop being so gorgeous.”

“How about neither?” Minju said, grazing her fingers over his hard cock before wrapping her arms around him and jumping into his grasp. In seconds Jae was back inside his incredible daughter where he belonged.

They made love unabashedly in the shower, washed each other, and prepared for bed. Both were still love-sick and unwilling to be more than a few inches apart, even as they fell asleep.

“It’s been a few hours since the rooftop,” Minju turned her head and whispered as her father spooned her to sleep, “do you think it finally happened?”

Jae knew what she was asking. A long pause followed.

“I think you’re going to be a wonderful mother,” Jae promised her, and Minju fell asleep with a smile and the loving embrace of her father.

[chaussetteblanche]

and they were roommates pt. 2

pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!student!roommate!reader summary : the BAU team works the case, you get to help word count : 2.3k warning : canon-typical violence, mention of violence and sexual violence A/N : thank you all so much for all the love on part 1 of this !!! I love getting feedback, it's incredibly motivating ! I will probably do a part 3 :)) Also, my cat is sitting next to me as I write this, which I find quite funny

part 1, part 3, part 4

Back at the police station, Spencer had trouble focusing on the case. His mind kept wandering over to you, wondering what you were doing, how you were doing. He was on edge and the entire team could feel it. Hotch pulled him to the side to ask him if he wanted to give you a phone call. Reid refused, but settled on sending you a text, something he never usually did while working. Something he never usually did because he wasn't the biggest fan of technology and also because he couldn't decipher how you were actually feeling without hearing your voice and all the quirks in the way you spoke which gave away your real feelings.

Sent by Dr. Ironed Socks : < Hey. How are you doing? > Sent by You : < Ok, I'm having a tea on the couch. Geoff is in REM sleep on my lap. Thx for checking <3 >

Your text was followed by a pixelly picture of your slightly overweight (Spencer couldn't use that term to describe Geoffrey around you or you'd get upset) orange cat sprawled out on your lap, legs and arms askew, fast asleep. Spencer felt a small wave of relief spread through him. You were okay for now. Geoffrey was looking after you. Later, he'd help you process and give you all the tools necessary to get over such a traumatic event and move on. It was almost as if that was in his job description.

Returning to the room where the BAU team had settled in, Spencer sent Hotch a grateful nod. Hotch moved his lips in what resembled a small smile, Reid couldn't be sure. "Okay," Garcia's voice resounded from the speaker sitting in the middle of the round table, "I've contacted all of Mary Goldman's professors and it turns out she didn't go to class today. Her first class was at 11:30 but she never showed up." "None of the students we interrogated on campus had seen her after 10:15," Emily spoke up. "Spencer's roommate saw her between 10:30 and 11:00," Rossi intervened. "Okay, we'll get her to come in," Hotch affirmed. Spencer's whole body tensed. You had been the last person to see the victim. His mind was so busy reeling, thinking about everything you'd have to go through as the most promising witness, that he missed Morgan's question.

"Reid?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sorry, what did you say?" "What was the time of death according to the coroner?" "14:30," Rossi answered. "It was 14:26, actually," corrected Reid. Rossi rolled his eyes. "Okay, so the unsub has his victim between around, let's say 11:15, and 14:26," Rossi shot a pointed look at Spencer, "that's about three hours and 11 minutes. In those three hours, he had time to take the victim someplace where neither of them would be seen or heard, beat and sexually assault her, and finally dump her in smack-dab in front of the university." "He's definitely organised and wants to send a message," Emily thought aloud. "But what is he trying to say? Look at what I can do? You can't stop me?" "Friends," interrupted Garcia, "I'm going to need at least some information before I even try to get anything out of a search. He's taking and leaving them on campus, so I'm guessing he doesn't necessarily need a vehicle. Does he live in the area?" "Yes, he's local or knows the area, he knows these women and he most likely knows the campus. Search for white males, early twenties with a record of violence and sexual misconduct. Cross-reference that with victims of reported abuse and sexual abuse in the last twenty five years. Run background checks for all university staff. Also have a look at similar victims and MOs in this area in the last five years. This may not be his first time," spoke Hotch. "On it, I'll get back to you when I've found something." "Thanks, Garcia."

You'd taken a shower as soon as you'd arrived home. The water was too hot and you'd scrubbed your skin too hard but getting out, you felt a slight bit better. Heavily disliking the way you still felt, you opted for a cup of Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar. Settling on the couch with a steaming cup in your hands, you tucked your legs beneath you and sighed.

Images of Mary's dead body were printed onto the inside of your eyelids. You still couldn't believe it. Your mind reeled as you tried to think of an explanation for it all. Whichever path you followed, you came up empty. You could not comprehend or imagine any reason of taking the life of an innocent person, especially in such a violent way. Luckily for you, you still didn't know the extent of the violence.

A familiar noise pulled you from your dark thoughts. Geoffrey had just jumped down from his cat tree. You watched him stretch and languidly walk over to you. He meowed once before jumping onto the couch, right next to you. You moved your legs so that you were sitting cross-legged and scratched his head. He purred in delight and pressed himself against you. He sniffed at your tea with an unimpressed look before climbing into your lap before letting himself flop down on his side, stretching out his appendages. You cooed as his pink toe-beans stretched too and laid a hand on his belly, scratching gently. The vibrations of his purrs had a calming effect on you. "Are you trying to make me forgive you for biting my ankle the other day when I wouldn't give you any more treats? You know Spencer says you're a bit overweight, I was just trying to get him to stop body-shaming you, my love..."

A few minutes later, you get a text from Spencer. About thirty minutes after that, you get a phone call from him. "Hey, would you mind coming to the station? It turns out you're the last person to have seen the victim."

"I'll do the cognitive interview." "Reid, I don't think that's a good idea." "Look, yes I'm invested, I know that. But I also know her and-" "Reid, no. This is the reason we such have procedures." "But I-" "Reid." Hotchner's tone translated finality. Spencer's shoulders sank in defeat. He had figured that if he had been the one conducting the interview, maybe it would have been less traumatic for you. He hated the idea of not being there for you, with you, during such a trying moment. He bit his bottom lip.

"I'll do it," volunteered Morgan. Reid felt slight comfort at that, Morgan was one of the few people he would entrust his life to. He could entrust you to him for the interview, even if he didn't like it. Hotchner nodded. "Reid, you work with Garcia, focus on finding other victims with the same MO to help build the profile." Reid nodded and went to find his colleagues.

When you entered the police station, it was almost like he could feel your presence. He came to find you straight away, not wanting to leave alone even for a second. "Hey." "Hey." Reid immediately pulled you in for a meaningful embrace, burying his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo, conditionner and body wash were bliss to his nostrils. They were a promise that you were here, you were safe, you were okay. Morgan watched from afar, a small smile playing at his lips. He knew Reid, and the hug you exchanged was both too hasty and too tight to be anything casual. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry to have to make you come in, but they're going to do- well I wanted to do it but they wouldn't let me, so it's-"

A slightly older, very muscular and gentle man stepped forward, holding out his hand to you. You shook it. "I'm Agent Derek Morgan. I'm one of Spencer's colleagues. I'll be the one conducting the interview, seeing as there's a conflict of interest with you and Spencer. I hope you can understand that." You introduced yourself and looked at Spencer before answering Derek. "Yes, I understand, it's- it's not a problem." "Great, if you could just follow me, please?" You licked your lips and sent Spencer a look, which he answers with a nod of reassurance and a small smile, before following Derek.

"You can close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable." You were sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair. The light above you was ticking at uneven intervals and the room smelt of worry. You didn't know how you could get any more comfortable, but listening to Morgan's even, alto voice helped a bit. "Okay." You closed your eyes. "You told Agent Rossi that you crossed the victim somewhere around quarter to eleven. Is that correct?" "Uh, yes." "Where did you cross her?" "In the main hall." "Where were you going?" "Um, I had just been to the bathroom and I was heading to my Anglo-American Literary Survey class." "Okay, can you describe to me everything about the moment when you crossed the victim? What you saw, what you felt, smelled, heard? Was anything out of the ordinary?" You opened your eyes.

"Um, I'm sorry, but could you stop referring to Mary as the victim, please? She has a name, which is Mary Goldman, and a victim wasn't the only thing she was." Derek was slightly surprised at your comment but understood where you came from. Separating from the name was a way for profilers to gain some distance from the horrendous violence. Personally knowing the victim, you didn't have such luxury. "Of course, I apologise. What did you feel when you crossed Mary? Was anything out of place?"

You nodded in thanks and tried to bring yourself back to that moment. It seemed unreal, how such a small interaction suddenly held such importance. "O-Okay, uh, my hands are still a bit wet. There weren't any towels in the bathroom. I saw her after she saw me and we exchanged a smile. I thought she looked really pretty today, but I didn't tell her. We really don't know each other that well." "Okay, that's good. Was she wearing anything out of habit for her?" "Uhh, no, she was wearing a pleated skirt and a sweater vest. She often dresses like that, I don't know exactly why I thought she looked pretty. I guess she just looked happy. Nothing was out of the ordinary." "Good. Could you hear or smell anything?" "Yeah, well, there were the voices of other people in the hall. I can hear girls laughing. I smell Mary's perfume when she walks past me. She always wears the same one, it's Chanel, Mademoiselle Coco specifically, she told me once at a party."

"Okay, do you know where she's going?" "I- yeah, she's heading for her Behavioural Neuroscience class." "Is she walking in the right direction?" "Uh... Yes, yes, she is. She's not in too much of a hurry, though, she doesn't like the teacher." "So why is she heading there already, then? The class only starts at 11:30." "She likes to reread the material from the previous week before the class starts." "Why doesn't she like the teacher?" "No one does, all he does is read off his slides and he's a jerk when it comes to grading."

Morgan suppressed a smile at your comment. "Okay, thank you so much, Y/N, this was very helpful." "Was it? I didn't feel like-" "Yes, I promise you've just shared some crucial pieces of information." "O-Okay, if you say so."

All eyes were on Morgan as he entered the briefing room. He put his paper coffee cup down on the table and looked at Hotch. "Nothing was out of the ordinary. Mary was wearing habitual clothes and the same perfume she always wore. She was heading to the same class, as she did weekly, at the same time. My guess is this guy knew her routine and did a blitz attack. Y/N gave me the number of Mary's best friend, and according to her, Mary didn't have any guys in her life except for her dad and brother."

Hotchner nodded. Spencer couldn't help but feeling proud of you for being able to go through with the interview and to provide such useful information, too. He'd have to congratulate you when he got home. "Pretty boy and I found three similar victims in the last three years. They weren't connected to this case because they were in another university, just on the other side of the state line. Last year, three girls, university students, were killed, same MO, all disappeared for about three hours before being found dead in front of the university, they attended," Garcia spoke from the speaker. Spencer nodded in agreement to her words. "What did the police find back then?" asked Emily. "Nothing, they- uh, did all they could during the month that the three murders happened but after the third victim, the unsub stopped," Spencer answered. "Stopped?" Emily repeated, brows drawn together in confusion. "Yeah, he just- stopped killing and disappeared. Our best guess is that something triggered him then and that the same thing triggered him now."

"Oh, another thing," Garcia sounded reluctant to share the information she had, "I looked at all the victims' pictures and... well, I'll just send them to you, that'll be easier."

Spencer's blood ran ice cold as he stared at the four girls on the screen. They all looked exactly like you.

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[yamumsyadadd]

4 times you meet, 1 time she asks you out

1

The first time you meet Alexia is in a board room. The foundation you helped run along side your papa and mamis best friend, Marisol, had become very famous around Spain. 

The main target was foster kids, housing them in a safe and steady environment. There were accomodations for teen parents, for kids who were older and aging out of the system. 

When one of your employees, Miriam, spoke to you in your office about an idea her friend had, you were hesitant at first. It was just a rough idea, but exactly how rough it was stressed you out. 

By the time the meeting took place, 5 months after that conversation, you were hoping for more detail. 

You’d only been back at work for two weeks, you ended maternity leave early just so you could attend this ‘important’ meeting. 

You had read the brief ready and made your own notes of what else needed to be organised for Alexia’s own foundation. 

When you walked into the meeting room, your papi and Marisol were sitting on one side. Alexia, her manager Joseph and her lawyer Marcus were on the other. Miriam was sitting awkwardly at the head of the table. 

“Hola, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you all.” 

The introductions were quick. You spent the next hour listening to a man drone on and on about the foundation and every time Alexia tried to speak up, she was interrupted. 

The meeting paused after the secretary, Laia, knocked on the door. 

“Sorry, y/n you’ve got a call.” 

“Tell them I’m in a meeting and I’ll call them back please.” You smiled over your shoulder to her. 

“It’s Oscar’s daycare. It’s an emergency.” Oscar. Your three year old son who was the rough and tumble kind of kid. The kind who didn’t cry when he got hurt, just got up and did it again. 

You shot up out of your seat. Ignoring the look from your papa. As you spoke to the teachers at the daycare centre, you learnt that Oscar had fallen and cracked his head open. Your heart dropped. 

You could barely think. You knew you had to call Leah, the kids other mother. But she was in London, or maybe somewhere else with her new flavour of the month. You took a minute before walking back into the meeting. 

“I’m so sorry. I need to go.” You said apologetically. 

“You’re leaving? You can’t leave. We came here for you. Your reputation precedes itself. We haven’t even gotten to the foundation plan yet.” Marcus said. 

“My three year old son is on the way to the hospital with a cracked skull, so I’m sorry that has caused you an inconvenience. And the reason we haven’t gotten to the foundation plan is because you keep talking. At no point have you given Alexia the chance to discuss her wants for this. Here.” You threw over copies of the report you had written up the night before. 

“What’s this?” 

“That is the report on the plan you gave me. You have a lot of work to do before I would even consider giving this the okay.” You walked after that. 

It wasn’t until a few hours later, once everything had calmed down at the hospital, that you were able to check your phone for any messages. 

|| Hola, Miriam gave me your number. I hope your son is okay and I thank you for the report. I will get started on it asap. 

Alexia Putellas. 

You weren’t in the headspace to respond so all you could do was thumbs up the message. After that, Alexia or her gaggle of men didn’t cross your mind again for a while. 

2.

The second time you met alexia was late at night in your office. Your two kids were finally spending the night with Leah, who admittedly was only a 5 minute walk away in a hotel, but it meant you could catch up on some much needed paperwork. 

A soft knock on the door frame startled you and you spun your chair around incredibly fast. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” She held her hands up in defence, with a shy look on her face. 

“Alexia what are you doing here? It’s late.” 

“Miriam told me you were working late and if I had any questions to come here. So here I am.” 

“Bloody Miriam.” You mumbled under your breath as you gestured for Alexia to sit, you caught the same smile on her face as she caught what you had said. 

For the next hour and a half you answered all of Alexia’s questions about how to make her foundation successful. Midway through you caught yourself thinking that it was refreshing how involved she was and how serious she was about it. 

There was yet to be a ‘celebrity’ work as hard as she had and it softened something within you. 

3.

Your friendship with Miriam started strictly professional but somewhere along the way you became really close friends outside of work. She didn’t mind joining you at the park with the kids, or playing with them in your lounge room. Your friendship was never a transactional relationship. 

When she announced she’d be having her birthday party and that she was inviting everyone, you were slightly nervous. Sure, you had friends, you had also met some of Miriam’s other friends in passing but this was bigger than that. 

You weren’t a partier or drinker. Not since having kids and even then, you only really drank with Leah to celebrate the end of the Arsenal season. 

It would also be your first time leaving your two kids with a new babysitter. Not your papa or Marisol. So to say you were edge would be an understatement. 

The dress you wore made you feel slightly self conscious. You were only six months postpartum and certainly not back to how you were before kids but Miriam had chosen it for you and since it was her birthday, you couldn’t refuse. 

The club was packed, as soon as you walked in you were bombarded by the smell of cigarettes, vapes, alcohol and body odour. Your own nervous system went into over drive straight away. 

You weren’t planning on staying long, a couple hours at max. Have a drink or two then Irish goodbye. 

It took an hour before you noticed her, Alexia was standing there laughing with another lady. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you looked at her. For whatever reason, you never really looked, but you were now and Alexia was stunning. She caught your eye and smiled at you and then you felt the heat on your cheeks. She no doubt caught you staring. 

It didn’t take long after that for the chaos to start. Alexia slowly made her way towards you and soon enough you, Miriam and her were in conversation. That was until a random drunk man interrupted. 

“Hola sexy.” He slurred out. You were taken aback. 

“Hi.” You gave him tight lipped smile, not wanting to encourage this conversation.

“I noticed you were alone, so I thought I’d come offer you a dance.” You heard Miriam snicker next to you and the man continued on, “I could buy you a drink, maybe we could leave together?” 

“That’s a nice offer but I’m actually a lesbian.” 

The man’s jaw dropped. “Damn.” 

“And she married.” Miriam laughed out as the man turned red and walked away. 

“Miriam! I’m not married.” You hissed at her, completely missing the way Alexia’s face seemed… sad? Disappointed?

“Technically you’re still married.” She yelled after you as you walked away. 

It was true. Technically you were still married. Since your marriage was officiated in the UK, it took 12 months of legal separation before a divorce was finalised and you and Leah were only in month six. 

You didn’t realise how much time had passed until you were standing outside on the balcony. It was getting close to midnight, and for the first time in a long time you felt yourself again. Lighter, happier, not just as a mother or a business owner but as an actual human. 

You heard her before she spot. The sound of her shoes clicking on the floor caught your ears, “needed some air too huh?” 

“Yeah.” You looked over and smiled, “it’s hot and loud in there.” 

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes. It was uncomfortable, the complete opposite and that made you feel better. From everything Miriam has said about Alexia, you wouldn’t be opposed to being her friend too. 

“She talks about you a lot.” You turn to her, giving her a confused look. “Miriam. She talks about how smart, funny and brave you are. That you’re a great mami and even better friend. She’s lucky to have you.” 

“I’m just as lucky to have her. She’s a great friend.” She nodded her head and opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted. 

“Ah Ale! There you are. Alba and I have been looking for you.” She walked forward, putting her arm around Alexia. “Who is your friend?” 

“Y/n. Owner of the Future for All foundation.” 

“Ah you’re responsible for giving my daughter all that homework eh?” 

“Homework?” 

“The notes you made on my foundation plan. Mami is just mad I’ve taken over her kitchen table.” Alexia’s mami looked at her with so much admiration and love, it as something you missed from your own mami. 

“I’m Eli. It’s a pleasure to meet you officially, I’ve heard so much about you!” She smiled brightly. 

“Mami!” As you looked towards alexia you could tell she was blushing. You weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact her mami just outed her. 

4

Without realising it, you and alexia spent more time together. Usually it was in your office, sometimes with coffee or dinner, but it was strictly professional. 

Or so that’s what you told yourself. 

Alexia quickly became someone important in your life, someone you cared about. You even started taking your kids to the Barça women’s games. Which your son loved because it reminded him of his mummy and his time in London. 

“Alexia likes you.” Miriam said as she sipped her coffee. It was a quiet Sunday morning at the park. It was where you spent every Sunday morning. The two kids and your two dogs would run around and exhaust themselves before it was 11am. Every so often someone else joined. Sometimes your papa, Miriam or even Irene and Lucinda with their son Matteo. 

You didn’t realise how intertwined your life with Alexia had been. Even prior to actually knowing her. You ran in the same circles, enjoyed the same things and even had mutual friends without realising it. 

“I like her too. She’s a good friend. The kids like her too.” 

“A friend? That’s it?” 

You looked at Miriam. Really looked at her, “what do you mean? Yes as a friend?” 

“That’s not how she likes you. If you only want her friendship, maybe just let her know. Gently.” 

You let her words float around in your mind. She was alexia’s best friend, childhood friends, surely if Alexia did in-fact like you like that, she would’ve told Miriam. 

It wasn’t just the park Alexia would join our family it. It was swimming lessons on a Monday morning, or Oscars ninja course on a Wednesday afternoon. There were dinners and movie nights that she was there. 

As Alexia lay asleep on the couch, your daughter on her chest and Oscar’s hand in hers, it came crashing down on you. It was just a friendship you wanted. But that thought along terrified you. 

5.

Leah and her girlfriend broke up which meant she was finally spending more time in Spain and with her children. While that made you happy for them, it made you sad for your family as a whole. 

You wished she never cheated, you wish things were different but the reality was that they weren’t. Leah was who she was and you were who you were. The kids had two happy parents and two happy homes, instead of one unhappy one. 

Miriam had continued to send sly messages about Alexia and her feelings and Alexia had continued to show up. Her own foundation plan was done and it was time for her and her team to put it all together. 

You, Leah and the kids had gone out to ten pin bowling. Something that was a regular date night for you and Leah, it felt right to do it as a family again. 

While Leah got the kids bathed and dressed, you were busy finishing up dinner. Leah never slept at your house, only stayed long enough to put the kids to bed. When the doorbell went off you were busy putting the kids food on the table so Leah offered to answer it. 

“Putellas? What are you doing here?” Leah said defensively. 

“Aleeeee!” From Oscars spot at the table he could see her at the front door. He launched himself at her and she barely had time to brace herself. 

“Hey buddy. Is your mama home?” 

“No” “Yes!” Leah and William said in unison. “Mama! Ale is here!” 

“Thanks Leah. Oscar, can you please let go of Ale and go eat your dinner.” He hopped down quickly and ran back to the table. Leah, however didn’t move. She stayed there, arms crossed against her chest, with a frown on her face. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Leah please.” You sighed, already knowing where this was going. “Go check on the kids.” 

You ushered Alexia further onto the front porch, shutting the door behind you. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I was going to ask - I didn’t- this was a mistake.”  She turned around to leave, her hands clenched at her side. 

“Alexia wait!” You called out, “it’s not what it looks like.” 

“You are married. To Leah Williamson. She is the mother of your children and I was wrong to think anything different.” 

“No please. Let me explain. Yes technically I’m still married but that’s only because our divorce can’t be done until we are separated for twelve months, it’s been eight. There is nothing going on with Leah and I. That’s over, well and truly over. She’s here for the kids, she’s leaving tonight and won’t be back for a few more weeks.” 

You could pinpoint the exact moment the embarrassment washed over Alexia, “right, yes of course. Sorry.” 

“No sorries. The answer is yes.” She looked up then, confused, “you were going to ask me on a date right?”

“How did you know?” 

“Miriam. She told me a few minutes before you came.” 

“okay. Cool.” The shy, awkward Alexia was back. 

“Are you going to ask or?” You let it hang there for a minute. Not pushing her any further. 

“Would you like to go on a date with me? Wednesday night, 7pm at La Terraza de Ana?” 

“Yes, I would very much like that.” The smile alexia gave you was so bright it could’ve lit up the entire world. 

“Cool. I better go, I’ll text you!” You stood there with a smile on her face, watching as she all but skipped back to her car. 

While it was a little unconventional having your wife inside with your children, you couldn’t help but been at the thought of this new beginning. 

[maskedbyghost]

Simon knew marriage came with adjustments, but nothing could have prepared him for life with a writer.

It wasn’t just the weird questions—though there were plenty of those—it was the way your mind never seemed to slow down. You’d be doing something completely normal, like folding laundry, and suddenly stop, eyes going distant.

He’d barely have time to ask what was wrong before you’d rush off to scribble something down, muttering about plot twists and character arcs.

Sometimes, he’d wake up in the middle of the night to find you sitting up in bed, phone screen lighting up your face as you frantically typed notes because “this idea can’t wait until morning.”

It meant half-finished coffee cups scattered around the house, abandoned when inspiration hit.

It meant narrating your own actions under your breath, like “she sighed, stretching her arms above her head” while actually doing it, which always made him raise an eyebrow.

And then there were the moments that made him question everything, like when you casually asked if he thought someone could realistically survive being shot twice in the chest or how long a body would take to decompose in a swamp. He used to answer with concern. Now, he barely looked up. “For a book?” “For a book.”

At first, he thought the strangest part was the research, but then he realized it was how easily you pulled him into it. You used him for everything—testing out fight scenes by making him grab your wrist so you could figure out how a character would escape, running your hands over his shoulders and down his arms as you mumbled about muscle structure and “what kind of build do you think my main guy should have?”

You studied him constantly, stealing phrases he said, describing his expressions in your notes, even admitting once that a few of your male characters had a bit of his attitude.

And then there was the way you used him for other inspiration. He figured it out one evening when he saw you sitting on the couch, staring at him with that look—one that usually meant you had something on your mind, but this time, you weren’t saying anything. Just watching.

He glanced over from where he was cleaning his gun. “What?”

You didn’t answer right away, just tilted your head slightly. “I think I want to write a new scene.”

He raised his brow, setting his things aside. “What kind of scene?”

A small smile played on your lips as you stood, walking toward him. “Something a bit messy.”

Simon leaned back, arms resting lazily on the couch as he looked you up and down. “You need details, then?”

“Mhm.” You straddled his lap, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. “Need to get it just right.”

He smirked, his hands settling on your waist. “That why you’re lookin’ at me like I’m about to be put to work?”

“You don’t mind a little hard work, do you?” you teased, nails scraping lightly against his skin.

His grip tightened, voice low. “Not if you’re gonna make it worth my while.”

Much later, when you were tangled in the sheets, catching your breath, you rolled over and reached for your phone. Before you could even unlock it, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against Simon’s chest. “Nope,” he muttered against your shoulder.

You laughed. “I just had a thought—”

“Don’t care.” His voice was warm and heavy with sleep. “Whatever you’re about to write down, you can remember it in the morning.”

“But—”

A hand slid down your hip, fingers pressing into your skin in a way that made you shiver. “I said, in the morning,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. Then, just to make sure you listened, he added, “Be a good girl and go to sleep.”

Your entire body heated at the words, your brain short-circuiting for a second before snapping into overdrive. Without a word, you bolted upright, nearly diving for your phone as you started typing furiously.

Simon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Are you serious?”

“Shhh,” you hushed him, fingers flying across the screen. “This is really good.”

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