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oofmybad · 2 months ago

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I loved your GOAT Talk imagine! Could you do one where Billie and reader are on Hot Ones Versus?

HOT ONES Versus

i love this request!!! it’s so nice writing out videos she’s done - just takes so long lol. but it’s a good excuse to watch the videos back teehee :P

warnings: fluff, suggestive jokes, not proofread

a/n: hi gang! i had my tattoo today, it was only five hours long so not too bad. i had planned to write a ton of requests while i was there but i ended up getting my right arm tattooed so no can do, whoopsie!

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“you spin first baby, you wanted to” billie points to you across the table.

you take the hot sauce wheel between your fingers and spin it. after many turns it lands facing billie.

“you go first!” “my turn” you and billie say at the same time.

to your left, there is a stack of cue cards placed face down. you pick one up and begin to read out the question.

“as a songwriter, there’s a constant need to document your inner-most thoughts and feelings.” you pause to tsk, “read your last notes app entry out loud” you wince at billie.

“ruh rohhhh” billie sings, clearly unable to remember the last thing she wrote in there. she fishes her phone out of her back pocket and brings it up to read from.

her leg bounces in anticipation as she makes her way to the app.

suddenly, out of nowhere, billie lets out her signature loud cackle, throwing her head back in the process.

“yall! it’s a quoute from my dad” billie goes on to explain the context of the note before revealing what it actually says:

“your mom says i have bird eyes” she laughs, making you laugh with her.

she continues, “and that i look like a baby dinosaur”

“what the fuck, maggie?!” you chime in, “way to woo him” you joke.

“look at mom!” billie point over to maggie behind the cameras while laughing, “she’s like, ‘yep!’”

you notice that maggie is also filming the scene, so you decide to tease her about it, “she’s also filming as though there aren’t a hundred cameras in here. you know, just to get that magic shot” you quip.

billie laughs with you, before going on to read out the next question for you. “i just released my latest project, hit me hard and soft, were there any arguments while i was working on the record?” she reads out, looking to you once she’s completed the question. she takes off her glasses now, hoping to get a better look at you.

“ummm” you think, “yes” you say plainly.

billie laughs at your short sentence, “you gonna give any context to that, or?”

“i would come in the room a lot while you were recording a take and mess it up. that would piss you off” you say. billie laughs heavily in agreement.

“let me defend myself, though” you put a hand up, “i cant knock ‘cause that makes a noise, but i can’t just come in ‘cause that distracts you. so what exactly am i meant to do?”

“um, not come in” billie says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“bil, you were recording for like two years. sometimes i needed you” you explain, making eye contact with the cameras, looking for comradery.

“hell yeah you did” billie says like a twelve year old boy, turning your sentence dirty.

“shut UP! i did not!… well-” you trail off.

“sorry mom” billie giggles. you just grit your teeth in maggies direction, making an ‘eek’ face.

“ok next question pleaseeeee” you sing out, trying to move on from the now awkward conversation.

you pick up another cue card and read it out to billie.

“in addition to being a grammy award winning singer, you’re also a style icon. rate these classic billie fits on a scale from 1-10.”

“jesus christ” billie huffs.

you pull up the first image of her in a camo vest and grey sweatpants, already giggling at her.

billie deliberates, “one to ten? we’re gonna give that like a… three.” she goes on, “i had the idea, the idea was there, but the execution was off. it really doesn’t look good on, though.”

“was that at laneway?” you ask.

“mhm, in perthhhhhhh” she says questioningly, causing you to make fun of her cadense.

“p-u-r-r-r-r-r-th?” you spell out before picking up the next image.

“aw this was cute” you comment.

“that was cute. that’s like a 7/8. anything anime is like the coolest shit ever.” billie answers, “anytime i have a shirt with an anime character on it, it’s the coolest shirt i own.”

holding out the next image billie jumps in, “oof. this was a person who’s shit did not stink.”

“uhhhhh” you disagree, “she was, in a word: mean”

“hahahahaHAHA” billie laughs in her baby voice, “that’s not true!“

“don’t even, bil. you hated me back then” you mock pout.

“no i didn’t, i could never hate you” billie attempts to defend herself but you cut her off regardless, “you can and you have, bil.”

the two of you continue to score fit pictures, before billie gets too embarassed to continue.

she reads out the next question.

“as a fellow producer and songwriter, you’ve worked with everyone form justin bieber to kid cudi. name one person you’d never want to be in the studio with again” billie laughs out at the end of the question, a mischevious look on her face.

“hehehe” she devilishly chuckles.

“oh no” you hesitate to answer, already having someone in mind.

“yeah! YEAHHH!” billie screams in triumph, happy you’re gonna have to eat a death wing.

“um… um….” you blow a big puff of air out, “i don’t wanna punch down.”

“savage, y/n” billie quips.

“well?! i could punch WAY down” you laugh. “…sure, sure, i’ll eat a wing.”

you go to take a nibble out of the soy meat, the heat already hitting you like a cloud of smoke.

“woah! that was a fat bite, baby” billie exclaims.

“i’m hungry” you mumble back as you chew, but make sure to cover your mouth.

“careful with your eyes, pretty girl” billie warns you. you’re sat their with your hands out, palms to the sky, consciously putting them nowhere near your face.

“mmm, that’s yummy!” you shimmy your shoulders as you eat and go to pick up the next card.

“couple test! i’m going to write down my answer, and you have to guess my response. guess wrong and eat a death wing” you say the final part in a faux suspenseful voice.

billie chuckles at that.

“what is my favorite billie eilish song?” you ask.

the two of you both pick up ypur white boards as you ponder on your answers.

“i have no idea-“ billie beginds to say.

“dont over think it” you butt in.

“new or old?”

“new-ish” you reply, tryna help her out.

billie’s face shows utter confusion as she answers, “you like so many of my songs though”

“of course!”

“i mean, maybe skinny?” billie confirms her guess.

“good guess! it’s what was i made for”

“awww, you cutiepatootie” bille coos at you, “i literally forgot that song existed” she laughs.

“how?!” you question her, “i literally play it everyday.”

“i wanna eat a wing!” billie interrupts you, whining in her baby voice. the two of you really should have eaten before you go here.

“well you got it wrong so go ahead, baby” you laugh at her childish behavior.

“oooo, yum dude” billie comments once she’s taken a bite.

the director speaks to you from behind the cameras, “y/n, why did you pick what was i made for?”

“well,” you think on it, “i got to tag along with billie. we became part of the barbie entourage which was such a fun group to be part of. i just liked leeching” you joke.

“how’s the spice hitting?” the director goes on to ask billie.

“it’s great. just a little hard to think” she smiles at the camera.

now her turn to read a carsd, billie reads aloud, “couple test!” in a voice of mockery.

“what is my biggest fear?”

“surely it has to be something being under your bed. or furniture in general. you still jump up into bed from three feet out.”

“close! good answer. but nope. it is the salt monster” billie corrects you.

“oh yeah!” you laugh, clapping your hands in enjoyment.

“ok. fuck” you huff, preparing to eat another wing.

“i thought you were gonna get that one” she says

“sorry” you mumble as you take a bite.

“dont say sorry, my love. i just feel bad you have to eat another wing” billie reaches her hand out across the table for yours.

you smile at her kind ways.

“that one wasn’t so bad. the first one just lingers for so long. at least it’s yummy soy” you ramble on with your mouth full.

while you read out the next card, billie sits across from you, watching your mouth as you read. her own mouth is slightly swollen from the hot sauce. she looks how she looks in the bedroom… you shoudn’t be thinking of this right now.

“rank these artists form most to least tanented” you furrow your eyebrows as you speak, knowing this will be a tough one for billie.

“woah! who?!” she asks you, looking frightened already.

“tyler the creator, lana del rey, childish gambino, and justin bieber”

“i dont know if i can do it” billie shakes her head.

you nod understandingly, “ok, well, eat a death wing then.”

billie picks up a wing, bringing it to her face to smell it before she takes a bite. she hesitates and says, “it’s the lips that are a problem. the mouth is fine.”

“really? yeah, they do look a little red my love” you tease her.

billie goes ahead and takes a bite, doing her best to avoid her lips.

“you eat like a horse” you casually observe her, just saying what’s on your mind.

“hey! rude!” billie shouts back.

“not normally, just, with your lips all curled up like that” you scoff.

“mmm, yum!” billie expresses with her hand. “what’s awesome about hot ones is when the interview is over, we get to KEEP suffering.”

“true, true” you nod.

“alright,” billie says, “wildcard.”

as she says it, horns start to blare around the room, startling you both. you look utterly exhausted by the commotion whereas billie looks like a deer in headlights. she turns her head to the direction of the noise, her whole body jumping in a fright.

“what the fuck, dude” you say to the director, tired of their antics.

billie begins to read out another card, “it’s trajish- it’s a trajish- WOAH!” but her words come put as complete jibberish. clearly the spice is getting to her head.

you tease her blunder, “purrrr, exactly what i was thinking, bil!”

“shut up” she glares at you, “it’s tradition around here to put a little extra on the last wing. you and your opponent can add an extra dab to your final wings now.”

you simply let out a long sigh at the suggestion and take a sip of water whilst billie takes off her flannel.

“what’s the question?” you interrogate billie.

“give me a second, mama” she glares at you again. “don’t smile at me… challenge your other half to a compliement battle. first person to smile must eat a death wing.”

taking another chug of water, you say nothing, but silently hope for the pain in your mouth to ease. you just stare in front of you blankly.

“dude this is so sad” billie says, “i don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“that’s sweet, but not true” you side eye her.

billie’s mouth falls wide open and she kicks your leg under the table in annoyance at your innuendo.

“see! she’s even kicking me now” you make eye contact with the cameras.

the director steps in, counting you two down to your compliement battle.

“1… 2… 3… go!” he says.

billie goes first, “you’re the most talented person i know.”

no smile from you, the game continues.

“you’re a fast driver” you scoff, your face still neutral, “you’ve never been in a car accident, right?”

billie looks up and to the side, “um, nope. but is that even a compliment?”

she continues, “you’re the smartest person i know.”

“bil, i feel like you already said that.”

suddenly, all of your hearing goes black, all you can hear is a high-pitched ringing in your left ear. “i’ve gone deaf in one ear!” you cackle.

billie’s head shoots up like a meercat, she peers around the room looking for reassurance that you’re ok. her eyes fall on you now, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

you giggle the pain away, playing it off with a blasé “that’s crazy.”

billie begins to giggle alongside you, no longer worrying for her baby, but finding it funny now. she proceeds to put an extra dab of hot sauce on your wing, no regard for your recent injury.

“holy shit, billie. that’s so much” you take the wing and wipe some of the sauce off onto billie’s wing.

maggie cackles from behing the camera.

“uhm…” you think, “you look good in the DUMBEST fucking clothing” you ‘compliment’ her.

at this, billie lets out the loudest cackle, your favorite laugh of hers echoing around the room.

knowing she’s just lost, billie goes ahead and picks up the final wing.

“i laughed too, though” you pick up a wing as well, in solidarity.

“are you good, though?” billie checks in with you.

“it cant get worse” you shrug.

billie raises her eyebrows in a ‘for real?!’ look, “it can! it totally can.”

“well, bone apple teeth” you cheers your wings together

“love you” billie says before she takes a bite. as soon as she does, “ugh! that’s disgusting!”

“it’s a tie!” the producer calls out.

“a tie?! i didn’t take one sip of drink the whole time!” billie tries to bargain her way into a win.

“you’re so competetive” you roll your eyes, “billie, who doesn’t have enough trophies…” you joke, “congratulations, this is yours” you hand her the trophy.

billie holds up the plastic chicken wing triumphantly and makes a speech, “thank you so much for having me on the show…”

her sentence trails off and she just looks around the room for a long pregnant pause. the room fills with laughter at her comedic timing.

“stream hit me hard and soft… i’m like feeling the need to tell you all the people i’ve ever hooked up with for some reason” she rambles on.

“ahahaha” you burst out laughing.

billie goes to take a bit of the trophy but to no avail, “oh my god! you didn’t even make that a little bit edible.”

at his, the room erupts into applause and you two have finished the interview.

“good job, baby” you congratulate billie on her win.

“thanks, love” billie stands up and walks over to you. “are you ok?” she asks.

“i think i have hot sauce in my eye” you laugh while rubbing your eyes.

“come here” billie commands as she dips a clean serviette into her ice water. she goes to wipe your eyes and clean them out.

“better?” billie questions you, your face cupped in her hand.

“much” you cheese before leaning in for a kiss.

billie steps back and goes back towards her seat before yelling in a silly voice, “should i eat the last one… or nah?!”

you laugh at her, stopped by her hurling her chair into the distance.

“steve from blues clues throws a chair into the liminal space” you joke, causing billie to keel over in laughter.

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3amwritings · 4 months ago

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Backstage Pass

Pairing: Wooyoung X Reader X Seonghwa X San

Author's Note: This is in fact a reupload, I edited some things and it diverted too much from the original. nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!!! -admin j (aka admin coconut)

Genre: Smut, 18+, MINORS DNI, Sweet tooth rotting fluffy aftercare afterwards >.< Word Count: 11.7k words Summary: After a long, exciting concert, your bandmates know the perfect way to release all that extra energy and adrenaline. Warnings: Fem!Reader, Mommy!Hwa, Noona!Woo, Unnie!San, Woosanhwa uses feminine honorifics (and pronouns), Double Penetration, Lots of cum, Cumplay, Object insertion, Snowballing, Spitting, its fucking messy as fuck, Cum marking, Dom!Hwa, Mean Bratty Dom!Woo, Soft Dom!San and Sub!Reader, Blowjobs, Face Sitting, Facials, Creampies, Lots and lots of cum did I mention that?, Cum Eating, Oral (F and M receiving), Facefucking, Foursome, Anal, Ass eating, Rimming, this is so fucking filthy holy shit, Fingering, Video Recording, Possessive sex, Jealous sex, Petnames, Dick piercings, Woosanhwa are just all covered in piercings ngl, i probably missed some shit, dacryphilia, slight mxm in a few parts nothing too serious, Biting, Free use, Choking, Praise, Degrading, Princess!Mingi mention lol

The moment the last note is strummed, the concert comes to a halt, and the crowd cheers with pure excitement. You’re gasping for air, the pump of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Oh, you could never get used to this. It was exhilarating.

“Thank you, Houston!” You cheer, and the crowd roars with cheers and excitement. As you lift your hand to wave goodbye to the city, there’s a big grin on your face.

You love what you do. You love performing for the adoring fans, and you love travelling to meet new fans, but most importantly, you love your bandmates more than anything.

As you grabbed your microphone off the stand, you began to make your way off the stage, following right behind Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and San. In order, their roles in the band were guitarist, drummer, bassist, and vocals.

The curtains close in on the crowd, but you can still hear the cheers from the other side, filling your body with a great sense of pride and accomplishment.

When the four of you make it backstage, there's a flurry of staff running around. Some of them are carrying props, and others are carrying sound equipment and lights. It's extremely chaotic.

“I’ll be back. I need to find a restroom here.” San lets out a groan, gently propping his bass guitar against a wall, walking deeper and deeper backstage. A staff member quickly grabs his bass guitar, running around backstage to put it away.

“Maybe we should head to the bus.” You spoke up softly. Seonghwa looks down at you, pursing his lips to a thin line. There has been jealousy, a bitter jealousy, simmering in his blood ever since he saw you with a fan.

Are you serious? Are you just going to get on the bus and act like nothing happened? Not on his watch. Hwa’s eyes dart over to Woo, who is biting the inside of his cheek.

Wooyoung was a lot more open about his jealousy, and the angry tint in his eyes was all Seonghwa needed to proceed.

You stop in your tracks as you feel Seonghwa grip your bicep, his grasp firm and his intent clear as day. “Let’s have a chat, first,” Seonghwa says dryly, and with a gentle tug, he begins to lead you towards what seems to be a green room: Your green room.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but have a sly grin on his face, his other arm snaking around your waist. His grip is tight, squeezing your hip like a child holds his favorite toy. “Wasn’t that a great show? I’m just so pumped up right now.” Woo couldn’t help but purr. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne made your head spin. You swallow back some of your spit, a pit forming in your stomach. Not out of fear or anxiety, but more out of anticipation. “I-It really was.” You couldn’t help but nod.

The inside of your green room was rather spacious, all things considered. Your vanity desk was rather neat, with just your prop microphone resting in the middle. The mirror has little LED lightbulbs around the frame. A soft plush sofa is propped against the wall, accented with little decorative cushions and blankets, and there’s an armchair on the other side of the room. Your eyes dart around the padded acoustic wall panels on the walls and the ceilings. Wooyoung is the last one to walk in behind you, lazily locking the door behind him, ensuring complete privacy.

Wooyung couldn’t help but mentally give kudos to Seonghwa: He chose the perfect room to get as loud as they pleased.

The two sources of light in this room are the overhead light that illuminates this soundproofed green room and the vanity lights. It’s dead silent, and the atmosphere is so tense. Knives would have a field day slicing this thick tension.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Seonghwa broke the silence. “Who was that guy in the crowd?” There's a dangerous undertone in his voice. You swallow nervously, his hands tightening their grip on your biceps. Your hands curled into fists, your arms tensing up slightly. “O-Oh you know. Gotta play my part with our fans.” You stammer out a reply, a little smile forming on your face. Wooyung growls, and his arms fully wrap around your waist, yanking you back against his chest. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his soft plush lips begin sucking gently on your exposed neck. His cold lip ring piercing makes your skin tingle slightly. Wooyoung couldn't care less if you were going to complain about the marks. Right now, he’s fucking fuming. “We know we agreed to keep this private, but you’re really, really testing us.” Woo hissed out, sinking his teeth into your neck. You cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, letting out soft whimpers as Wooyoung lazily licks over the new-forming bruise. A smirk forms on his face, he loves hearing your pathetic noises so much.

Seonghwa, who was not amused with your response, lets go of your biceps, only to immediately grip your chin. He forces you to look up at him, the intent of his jealousy shining so obviously in his eyes. “You don’t have to get that into it.” Seonghwa snarls.

You couldn’t help but shudder; Seeing Seonghwa this pissed was so fucking sexy. He tsks, shaking his head in disappointment. “You get on stage… and it's like your pretty head immediately forgets who you belong to.” He leans in, and his lips are pressed to yours in a rough kiss. You softly moan in response, your hands gently gripping Hwa’s forearms, feeling the soft polyester material beneath your fingertips.

Hwa’s kiss is rough, needy, and demanding. His teeth bite down on your bottom lip, only soothing it better as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongue playing with the metal ball of his tongue piercing sets his body ablaze. This is exactly what Hwa wants. This simple act soothes his frayed, jealous nerves.

Watching your kiss with Hwa, Wooyoung’s hands, which were littered with silver and black colored rings, began to trace and dance around your body. “You really need a reminder of who you belong to.” Wooyoung whispers in your ear, a big grin forming on his face. You let out another moan between Hwa’s soft lips as Wooyoung’s hands snuck underneath your tank top, his hands cupping your breasts through your thin bralette.

You shudder and twitch ever so slightly under his grasp. Wooyoung’s fingers begin to tease at your nipples, nibbling gently at your earlobe. “Look at how responsive she is for Mommy and Noona… She’s just begging to be put in her place, isn’t she?” Woo purrs, his hands pulling your tank shirt up just enough so it rested above your chest. With swift fingers, Seonghwa works to unbuckle your bralette, also raising it above your chest.

Gasping for air, you broke the kiss, moaning as Wooyoung toyed with your nipples, tugging and pulling until they were stiff peaks. “Isn’t that right, baby? Are you so needy for Mommy and Noona?” Seonghwa couldn’t help but croon, his long, deft fingers reaching for the hem of your low-rise jeans, unbuttoning them swiftly and deftly.

“Y-Yes…” You whimpered in response, and Wooyoung pinched your nipples, causing you to whine slightly and arch involuntarily against his back. “Nuh-uh, slut. Who are we to you?” His tone is almost mocking, snickering slightly as your face flushes red. Wooyoung loved teasing you, he loves seeing how flustered you get because of him. “M-Mommy and Noona…” You finally stammer out as Seonghwa pulls down your pants, revealing your black lace underwear. “Such a good baby…”

“Let Mommy tell you what she has in store for her naughty baby, okay?” Seonghwa purrs, his eyes staring right up at you, waiting expectantly for you to respond. So, reluctantly, you swallow and nod. “Y-Yes, Mommy…” You responded, and Seonghwa hummed with delight.

Wooyoung’s hands finally stop toying with your breasts, his fingers gently trailing down your abdomen. His touch is feather light, and he can feel the way your body prickle with goosebumps. Wooyoung smiles to himself, enjoying the way you’re just so responsive to him.

“You see, you’ve been a very naughty baby. Looking at your fans, while you know full well you belong to us....” Seonghwa has a smirk on his face, relishing in how much dominance he currently has over you. “Such a bad, little pet...”

You let out a soft yelp as Wooyoung’s hand makes direct contact with your ass, gently squeezing to soothe it better afterwards. “You’re so naughty, little pet. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to rile up your Noona and Mommy.” Woo growls, nipping your ear again. As much as he likes the chase of it, sometimes you did like to push it too far. “I-I wasn’t doing this on purpose, Noona.” You squeaked softly, and Wooyoung clicked his tongue. “Do you think I was born yesterday? I know your game better than you do.” He bit your earlobe again, and he growled once more in your ear.

“We will not gonna go easy on you, either. Since you want to be such a little brat, you need to be punished accordingly.” Wooyoung giggles with glee as Seonghwa gently forces your legs open further.

Hwa felt his blood go utterly cold as he sees the sight of the small, ruby bejeweled buttplug that was inside of your ass. Oh, you’re such a little brat. ”I can see you had some… plans after the show that we were not aware of.” He murmured, although there was nothing light about his tone of voice. His long fingers gently reach to it, slightly teasing by tugging on it, and pushing it back in place. You let out a soft noise, with Hwa tsking lightly in disapproval. “You’re claiming you weren’t doing this on purpose, and yet here you are, your ass ready to be whored out.”

You let out a strangled moan as Wooyoung suddenly plunges two fingers knuckles deep inside your pussy. His fingers rub that special spot that makes you see stars, your legs trembling and threatening to buckle from the pleasure.

“You need a lot of reminders, it seems.” Seonghwa spat, watching with great interest as your sweet juices spill all on Wooyoung’s fingers, enjoying the sound of your noises spilling from your lips.

“N-Noona, please...” You found yourself softly begging, and a whine rips from your throat as Wooyung pulls his fingers out of your leaky cunt, tsking slightly. “No. You’re not in control here.”

Wooyoung then lets go of you, his hand to his lips, licking up your sweet juices off his fingers. “Now, sit down and relax, pet.” He crooned, although there was nothing light-hearted about his tone.

You comply, and with your face now a soft pink color, you carefully make your way to the soft plush couch, taking a seat as requested.

Your eyes widened, and your face burned with embarrassment as Wooyoung handed you a microphone. That’s your microphone, the recognizable sleek, matted navy blue color unique only to you. The one that you used to perform the show today. And then Woo tosses a condom on your lap, and it’s like your brain is melting into goo.

Seonghwa was rather surprised by Wooyoung’s little plan, but he had no qualms about it. “Go on, Dove.” Seonghwa purrs, his arms crossed. Your eyes accidentally land on his tent in his jeans, and you swallow a bit of drool that formed in your mouth.

“Y-Yes, Mommy…” Carefully, you brought the condom to your teeth, tearing off the wrapper with precise ease. Pulling the condom itself out of the wrapper, you took a shuddered breath, hesitating for just a moment. You knew what you had to do, but it still felt a bit embarrassing. You looked back up at Wooyoung, who was already shamelessly jerking himself off. “Come on, pet. You wanted to be naughty, this is your punishment.” Wooyoung sneers, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly pumping himself. The ladder piercings that trailed up his shaft were in full view, and you drool just a little bit.

With a soft, shaky breath, you took the condom and effortlessly rolled it onto the base of the microphone. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at Hwa or Woo. It felt way too embarrassing, your face was bright red. But at the same time, it all makes you feel like your core is spiraling, your pussy throbbing with need. This was so fucking hot, for all the wrong, filthy reasons.

“Now, why don’t you give us a show? Go ahead, Love.” Seonghwa smirks, slowly unzipping his jeans to finally release his throbbing cock from its confines. There was no need to explain what he had wanted.

“Y-Yes, Mommy…” You stammer out, slowly pulling down your black underwear off your body. Trails of your sticky arousal clung to your thighs, your face burning more with shame. Carefully, you spread your legs, the view of your throbbing cunt in full display for Hwa and Wooyoung. “Oh fuck, look at you. You’re such a little horny slut for us, aren't you?” Woo sneers, his thumb rubbing over his red, sensitive tip, smearing precum all over.

You softly bit your lower lip and tried to look down and focus on the mic between your legs instead of them. You can’t bring yourself to look at their intense stares anymore. It feels like you just might explode.

Soenghwa watches with keen interest as you carefully brought the microphone to your folds, letting out a soft moan as you rubbed the blunt tip against your clit. “Good girl. Keep going.” Hwa nods, his cock twitching with interest. But he doesn’t touch himself, wanting to watch you instead, just to make you feel more shame.

“Oh fuck, that’s sooo hot.” Wooyoung moans out, his hand still pumping the tip of his cock, his eyes glued on the scene before him. With a sly grin, his free hand reaches for his pocket, pulling out a cell phone. You can immediately recognize it as his spare: The one he uses to record you.

“Come on, Sweetie. Fuck yourself with your mic already.” Wooyoung whines out in annoyance, positioning the phone so it had the perfect recording view of you, capturing everything.

“N-Noona…” You couldn’t help but slightly whine, but deep down, you knew better than to piss them off further. They can and will leave you alone, not touching you for the rest of the night. You could already imagine Wooyoung’s shit eating grin and Seonghwa’s sadsitic smirk as they leave you be…

You softly bit your lower lip, and you let out a shuddered moan as you slip the microphone inside your leaky cunt, your walls clamping eagerly around the handle. Your face burns even redder in pure shame, your eyes shut and your eyebrows slightly furrowed. You couldn’t deny that there was something about this filthy, explicit scenario... It’s turning you on even further.

“N-Noona..!” You moan as you slowly begin to thrust the mic inside you, the end hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your juices leak and spill out, coating the condom covered mic and Wooyoung couldn’t help but let out a moan too in response. His heavy cock leaks more and more of his precum onto his hand. Woo’s hand grips the camera tighter, trembling to keep it steady and focused on you. He’s pumping himself faster, hoping to finally catch that peak himself. He tossed his head back, biting his bottom so hard crimson blood oozed out steadily.

Suddenly, Wooyoung’s eyes snap open as Hwa’s hand grips his wrist, forcing him to come to a halt. The pleasure that had been building up in his spine disappears almost immediately, causing a loud needy, whiny “What the fuck?” to leave his lips.

“Noona needs to be patient.” Hwa clicks his tongue, and Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” Wooyoung grumbles, reluctantly pulling his hand away him his throbbing cock, that was twitching and jolting from unresolved frustration. His attention is brought back to you, and he zooms in a little bit on the show, grinning excessively.

Your moans are getting louder and more whiny, adjusting the position of your hand to fully thrust the mic inside you. You tossed your head back against the couch, the noises leaving your lips being borderline pornographic. “Look at us, Dove.” Seonghwa purrs, and you moved your head to look back at him, eyes opened with little tears of pure bliss forming. “Look at us as you fuck yourself stupid with your microphone.”

More of your juices spilled and coated the condom-covered mic, and you could only sheepishly nod, eyes locked on Wooyoung and Seonghwa.

Seonghwa has a taunting smile on his face, finding this whole scene erotic. The bulge in his jeans was proof of his enjoyment. Wooyoung is still recording, having a shit-eating grin. “Awh, look at Little Miss Rockstar here…” Woo taunts, and he makes his way to you. He holds the camera up higher, flipping the camera so it was recording ont he front camera. Woo grins, moving his face and the camera just enough so it caught his face, and the mic buried in your cunt in the same frame. He stuck his tongue out in a playful manner.

“Such a dirty dirty little whore, using her mic to get off after such a long show…” He laughs. “How do you think Unnie would feel about this, seeing you use your mic for such a dirty thing?” Wooyoung has a shit-eating grin, and he suddenly grips your wrist, forcing you to halt your movements. You let out a whimper, the buildup of an orgasm that was forming in your abdomen had disappeared once again, leaving you with a growing sense of sexual frustration. ” See this, Unnie?” Wooyoung taunts, his grin wide and devilish. His hand lets go of your wrist, reaching and pulling the mic out of your leaky pussy. You let out a shuddered sigh as he pulls it out, feeling a sense of emptiness now. “You better hurry here, or else you won’t get a taste.”

A loud moan spills from your lips as Wooyoung’s tongue presses suddenly against your clit, giivng long laps and strides like he was a starving man. The hand holding the camera trembles as it tries to focus in on the lewd sight of Woo eating you out, your moans filling the room. He softly moans between your pussy, humping the couch so slightly to get any form of relief on his aching cock.

Seonghwa bit his lip softly at the erotic scene before him, and he finally begins to palm him aching cock through his jeans.

“N-Noona, fuck!” You cried out, your hand gripping his long dark locks of hair as he greedily eats you out, the metal ball of his tongue piercing playing with your clit with each flick. At some point, Woo hits end on the recording, and tosses the phone on the couch. “You’re so loud and wet for Noona. You like being humiliated like this, don’t you?” Seonghwa softly croons, a smirk on his face.

You can’t help but let out a whimper, as Wooyoung pulls away from your cunt, your juices glistening on his lips and piercing. The build up had once again been torn from you, and you had tears streaming down your face at this point. “N-Noona, Mommy, please, I-I can’t……” You cried out pathetically. Wooyoung tsks, shaking his head. “Nope, don’t try to play innocent now. You were the one being bad, this is just your punishment.” He brought his hand to his lips, wiping away the remainder of your arousal off his hand.

“Noona is correct. Bad pets don’t get to cum.” Seonghwa nods before making his way to you, his hand gently cradling your face. His thumbs gently wipe away your frustrated tears, and he makes a pout, patronizing you further. “Awh, is my Dove frustrated?” He croons, before his free hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping himself slow and steady. “Well, too bad, baby. Open wide.” Seonghwa commands, and you sheepishly comply, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “Good girl. Just stay like that for your Mommy and Noona.” Hwa nods in approval. He positions his cock as he pumps himself, having a direct target right on your tongue and lips.

Wooyoung rose ot his feet, his hand immediately wrapping around his cock, jerking himself off fast and quick. His cock also aimed right at you. This was humiliating. Your jaw is slightly burning, staying in this position as they jerk themselves off. The way they’re also staring you down like they’re taunting you further…

Wooyoung’s moans get loud and whiny, his hand moving quickly on his shaft. The pleasure builds up again in his spine. He couldn’t care less who could hear him. The sight of you with your tongue out, waiting for his cum was driving him further and further to the edge.

Hwa has soft, pretty moans spilling from his lips, his hand paying special attention to his sensitive tip. He tosses his head back in pure bliss, his Adam’s Apple bobbing slightly with each moan.

The first to cum was Wooyoung. He lets out a high-pitched whiny moan as he came, streams of his cum shooting and landing on your tongue and lips. You slightly jolt but recover quickly, letting him cum in your mouth as he so pleased. Some of it lands on your cheek, adding more ot this humiliation.

Seonghwa came not soon after, his cum also shooting on your tongue, a few spurts on your plush lips. The mixed taste of their cum fills up your senses, and for a moment, you close your mouth, getting ready to swallow.

But then-

“Do not swallow. Kiss Noona.” Seonghwa commands. Wooyoung looks rather surprised by this, but he does not hesitate for even a second.

He leans down, and his lips are eagerly pressed to yours in a passionate, needy kiss. You moan, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer. His teeth gently nibble at your lower lip, and you let him slip his tongue inside, the mixture of Hwa’s and Woo’s cum now mixing with yours and Woo’s spit.

Wooyoung pulls away, a trail of spit connecting yours and his lips. Woo grins, and carefully, he stuck his tongue out to reveal the sticky pearlescent mixture of cum and spit he snuck from your mouth, the ball tongue piercing glossy in its essence.

Wooyoung rose to his feet and let out a shivered moan as Seonghwa pressed his lips against his. Your eyes widen at the sight, the heat pooling between your legs getting even hotter and hotter. More of your juices spill out in response, feeling waves and waves of arousal coursing through your body. Seonghwa grips Woo’s bicep, his head tilted to gain better access into Wooyoung’s mouth. Woowoung moans even more, and you can see a glimpse of their tongues playing, exchanging the cum between their mouths.

Seonghwa pulls away from Woo, who is softly gasping for air. His cock was twitching and rock solid at such an unexpected encounter, but he would not be one to complain one bit. You didn’t miss the way Hwa’s also begun to harden, his cock jolting slightly. You softly swallowed, as Hwa turns his attention to you, leaning down so his head was right close to yours

“Open.” Seonghwa croons, and you comply, once again sticking your tongue out. There’s still the milky evidence of their cum in your mouth, and you waited, fully expecting his lips to come in contact with yours.

But Hwa had other plans..

Instead, he sticks his tongue out and spits the mixture of cum and spit on your tongue. Your tongue jolts again, and Seonghwa forces your mouth shut. “Now you may swallow, Dove.” He taunts, his words having a slight sadistic edge to them. Their cum mixed in with Woo’s, Hwa’s, and your spit created an interesting texture, one that, you admit, is looking forward to doing again. You slowly swallowed all of it, and Seonghwa smirked. “Good girl.” He croons, and he finally begins tugging off his clothes, one by one. He slips the top off with ease, the little studded jewelry on his nipples and belly button catching the light and shining so brightly. You found yourself staring at his ethereal beauty.

Being the jealous, needy Noona he was, Wooyoung couldn’t help but slightly whine, as you was giving Seonghwa all of your attention at the moment. He pulls you by your wrist, forcing you to rise to your feet, and his lips are then pressed against yours. Needy, desperate, everything.

You moaned softly, his teeth biting at your lower lip until it was swollen and raw. He slips his tongue inside, and your can feel the cool metal ball of his piercing playing and toying with your tongue.

He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you and him from the passionate kiss. Eagerly, he pulls off his jacket, revealing his toned arms and shoulders.

“Sit on my face.” Wooyoung barks, leaving no room for argument. He lies down on the plush couch, propping one of the decorative pillows under his head for support. His long black hair spreads slightly behind him, and he looks up at me with expecting eyes. “Cmon. Noona wants a taste.”

You blush and comply, carefully straddling his chest, and moving upwards until your hips were hovering right over his face. Your knees waere planted right next to his head. He tsks and does a little spinning motion with his finger. “Face the other way.”

Oh.

You got off him for just a moment, turning 180 degrees, and carefully hovering again over his face. You could see the vanity mirror now, which was highlighting the erotic display now. Hwa smirks as your face flushes at the realization, with a soft hum. He’s pulled off all of his clothing, his cock hard and twitching. Wooyoung’s cock was in full display, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he wants you to do.

“Good girl…” Wooyoung coos, his hands gently pushing down on your back so your chest was pressed against his abdomen, your face head to head with his cock. His cock jolts slightly, some of his salty precum oozing against your cheek. His teeth sink into the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving marks anywhere he so pleased. Your legs trembled and ached at each bite against both sides of his face.

Carefully wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, Wooyoung lets out a shuddered moan, his hands gently gripping and kneading the soft cushion of your ass. “Fuck, just like that, for Noona..” He moans, and he begins to feast on your pussy, short impatient strokes of his tongue against your throbbing pussy.

You moan, your hands trembling as you tried focusing on pumping Wooyoung’s cock, his feral strides making it difficult to do so. Your lips carefully wrapped around the tip of his cock, feeling his cock jolt and twitch under your lips. Wooyoung is going feral, his tongue licking over your clit and folds like he’s a dying, starving man.

Your mind is spinning with all the pleasure on your aching cunt, your moans vibrating on Woo’s cock. You slowly lowered your head further, your tongue pressed against his shaft. Your hands moved to grip into Wooyoung’s thighs, your nails lightly digging into his jeans.

“Aren’t you such a good little thing for Noona and Mommy?” Seonghwa croons softly before walking towards you. The tip presses against your face, smearing some of his precum on your reddened cheek. “Don’t forget Mommy’s cock, love” He says in a singsong tone. You took your hand and wrapped it around the base of Hwa’s cock. He sighs as you tighten just enough for him, and he moves his hips as he fucks your fist. He collects some of his spit and spits on yout hand, lubricating himself with each thrusts. Each time he thrusts, the tip of his cock hits your face, more of his messy precum spilling on your cheek.

The door to the practice room suddenly opens, and you gag in pure shock. Your eyes accidentally locked in on San, standing in the doorway.

He is standing there, looking down at you with a surprised expression. It shifts over to a mischievous grin. He already has his jacket off, just wearing that tank top that shows off his large, muscular arms and shoulders. His cock is straining against his jeans.

“Noona sent me your show earlier.” San muses, slowly pulling his shirt off his body. His toned body was now in full display, with the belly button piercing he always hid now glimmering slightly and catching the light. “I’m a bit sad, Angel. You started having fun without your Unnie.” San has a little pout, his hand gently caressing the top of your head, and you whimper, your mouth still full of Wooyoung’s thick cock. “About time, Unnie. We thought you would miss using our little toy.” Seonghwa smirks, his pace not stopping one bit as he fucks your fist. San chuckles, his eyes gleaming with something. “No worries. Better late than never, right?”

Carefully, he walked over to your lower side, biting his lip as he watches Wooyung devour your pussy, the buttplug still inside of you. “Oh fuck. That’s so hot.” He moans.

Your moans are muffled as Woo plants his feet on the couch, and begins thrusting his hips upwards, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Wooyoung is still going crazy on your pussy, his tongue lapping all of the mess, his tongue thrusting inside your hole. “Sho good.” Wooyoung moans between your lips, completely lost in the pleasure. Having your sweet lips on his cock was amazing, but also tasting you come undone on his tongue was driving him mad.

San’s big hands gently grip your asscheeks, spreading them apart just a bit more to watch Wooyoung devour your pussy. “Oh, look at you. So wet and so perfect.” San coos gently, his hands caressing and kneading the soft flesh.

You couldn’t even respond if your had wanted to, little tears form in your eyes as Wooyoung face fucks you, Seonghwa has gripped your hair in a makeshift pony-tail, keeping your head steady. He’s still fucking your fist. A pornographic moan spills form his lips, the sight of Wooyoung’s cock buried in your mouth, the tears in your eyes, your hand wrapped around his own cock was becoming too much for Hwa to handle.

A muffled moan escapes your lips as San gently hooks his fingers underneath the ruby jewel buttplug base, leaning down to leave a bite on your buttcheek. “Look at you. Did you pick this one just for Unnie?” San purrs softly between your skin, and with a simple, gentle, and careful motion, he gently pulls on the plug. Your ass eagerly opens up, releasing the plug without any resistance. San pulls the plug out and tosses it somewhere on a towel.

“Don’t let her trick you.” Hwa lets out a shuddered moan. “She had other plans we were not aware of.” He smirks slightly, as your eyes widen at his words.

You tried to protest, and San lets out a soft velvety laugh. “Is that so? Well…” His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, San begins to pump himself slowly as his tongue makes its way… to your second hole. “Could he do this as good as us?”

Muffled moans leave your lips again as San greedily eats your ass out, his spit dropping and collecting over Wooyoung’s tongue, who was at this point, pussydrunk. He was tonguefucking you at this poiint, the metal ball of his piercing running up and down your velvety walls and making you lose your mind further.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, a powerful orgasm washing through you. You juices had spilled out and made a mess all over his face, as Wooyoung wanted so badly.

Wooyoung’s own moans are muffled between your lips. The room is filled with the soft shallow breaths of San and Seonghwa, their noises getting louder and needier.

Wooyoung’s thrusts became erratic, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and a whiny cry leaves his lips as he reaches his peak, cumming streams and streams of cum inisde your mouth. You gagged slightly, tears forming in your eyes as his cock hits the back of your mouth, his cum slightly leaking out from the corners of your lips.

San lets out a gutteral moan, moving his tongue away from your hole as he pumps his cock like a madman. He tosses his head back, and he spills his cum right on your pussy. Wooyoung greedily eats up the mixture of your juices and San’s cum, making him moan in response. “Fuck, Noona…”

Seonghwa lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, lookign down at you as he cums. Streams of his cum land all on your face, and you shut one eye as his cum lands on your nose, forehead, and some on your cheeks and lips.

Swallowing Wooyoung’s cum, you slightly cough as Seonghwa finally lets go of your hair, pulling yourself off Wooyoung’s softening cock. It feels like every nerve in your body has been lit on fire, yet you insatiable need grows deeper.

“God, isn’t she just a good pet?” Wooyoung laughs, finally pulling his tongue away from your pussy. He reaches his hand and rubs your pussy slowly, before giving a slight slap. You let out a yelp and your face is burning a bit red. There were little beads of sweat on your body and forehead, and you’re softly panting.

“Come on, Pet..” Wooyoung pats your back, and you take the hint, getting off his body. Woo slithers out from behind you, whistling for San to follow. San obeys, leaving with Woyougn towards a backpack int he corner.

Seonghwa pushes you onto the couch gently, licking his bottom lip gently.His fingers gently scooped up the cum that had landed on your face. Seonghwa brings his fingers to your lips. “Lick my fingers clean.” He commands, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, Mommy.” You slowly stuck your tongue out, and you gently took his fingers in your mouth, sucking and licking up the cum. He pulls his fingers out to scoop up some more and brings it to you again. You suck them clean again, gazing up at Hwa with faux-innocence in your eyes. Hwa lets out a moan, biting his lip soft. “Oh fuck, look at you. Just the perfect little toy for us.”

He pulls his fingers out, and he immediately dips to his knees, his hands gripping your soft, trembling thighs. You tried to squirm ever so slightly, but Hwa’s grip is firm, his eyes looking up at you. “Won’t you let Mommy have a turn?” He hums, and a smirk forms on his face when you shyly nod.

“What a good girl…” He spreads your legs wide, and immediately buries his face into your pussy. You let out a strangled moan, your back arched against the couch. “M-Mommy!” You cry out. Seonghwa moans between your pussy, your taste sending him to another plane.

“My beautiful girl…” Hwa’s tongue lap over your sensitive clit, giving long strides. Your hands reach and gently grab his hair, more moans spill form your lips.

“M-Mommy… m-mommy..” Your eyes water as the overstimulation sets in, your hips bucking and jolting. He hums, and he buries his tongue inside your pussy. His nose is pressed right against your clit, and his hands move to your hips, guiding you to shamelessly ride his face.

The sound of a click caught your attention, and you looked up, eyes widiening.

Wooyoung is holding a camera, and San is adjusting the height of a tri-pod stand to be at the perfect angle to catch everything. Wooyoung sets the camera on the stand, his other hand wrapped around his cock..

“I hope you don’t mind if your Noona and Unnie record a special video, don’t you?” Wooyoung sneers slightly, a shiteating grin on his face.

Seonghwa pulls away from your pussy, shushing you softly as you whined once more, the orgasm ripped away from you again. “Don’t worry, my sweet Dove.” He kisses the inside of your thigh, before rising to his feet.

Once the camera was positioned and ready, Wooyoung gave a hungry stare, signaling to me he was ready to devour me.

“Is it ready?” San asks, hands twitching with excitement and anxiety. Wooyoung adjusts the camera one last time, stepping back and nodding. “Yep. It’s ready to go.”

Your face burns a bit red seeing the camera, meant to capture everything.

Wooyoung immediately shimmied out of his pants and boxers, his eyes locked right on you, a feral grin on his face. Seonghwa tsks in disapprovement, crossing his arms. “No, Noona. You have to wait your turn.”

“What?” Wooyoung stops for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed. San perks up for a moment, taking the change to step forward. Seonghwa shook his head. “You too, Unnie.” Wooyoung couldn’t help but whine, and even San had a bit of a pout, but ultimately, Mommy had the last say in this relationship. San and Wooyoung begrudgingly took their respective seats, sitting on either side of the camera recording.

“Now, my sweet Dove.” Seonghwa looks down at me, a smirk on his face.

You eagerly got in position, lying on the couch, your head on one of the soft pillows for support. His body hovers over yours, his fingers gently tracing and leaving fire in its wake. Seonghwa’s hands grip the back of your knees, pushing your legs apart to make space for his hips. Your legs in response wrapped around his hips. Once secured, he moves to cup your face, leaning in to gently kiss your lips. It was such a tender sweet moment, your arms wrapping around Hwa’s neck. His kiss was sweet, romantic, it made your tummy flutter. He gently pulls away, his eyes looking down at you with so much affection. Hwa then looks to the camera recording with a devious grin. And then-

You let out a strangled moan as Seonghwa suddenly buries his thick cock inside your pussy, your head tilted back against the pillow. It feels so fucking good, your head is spinning from all of the pleasure. Hwa lets out a moan, trying to cling onto the thread of self restraint, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel so fucking perfect, your pussy wrapped around his cock. He begins to thrust his hips sharply, his cock dragging against your velvety walls, and against your G-spot with each thrust.

Your tits bounce with each thrust, moaning and whining out as Seonghwa thrusts into you relentlessly, the camera catching every slutty noise that you and Hwa make. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust.

“Look at me, Dove.” Seonghwa commands, one of his hands letting go of yoru face to grip the armrest of the sofa. His hand still on your face grab you by your cheek harshly. You moan, tears forming in your eyes as you gaze up at him. Hwa’s gaze is powerful and dominant.

“You’re such a good pet. I could fuck you and use you all night, if I could.” He moans out, his cock plunging in deeper inside you. “M-Mommy, feels so good, Mommy...” You babble incoherently, and Seonghwa gently cradles half of your face as he thrusts with vigor. Your arms unwrap around Hwa’s neck, your nail accidentally digging into Hwa’s shoulder. He moans with delight, enjoying the sting of your nails on his skin. “Good girl. Keep scratching like that.”

A soft whiny moan accidentally escapes Wooyoung’s lips, and Seonghwa turns his head to see Wooyoung was gently rubbing the tip of his cock, trying to get a little bit of pleasure. San was biting his lip so hard it was about to bleed, but he wasn’t touching himself. His hands are in fists, resting on his thighs, straining so hard his knuckles are turning white.

Seonghwa tsks at Wooyoung, who stops his motions with a slight whine.

“Noona doesn’t seem to understand that she needs to wait her turn,” Hwa mutters, making direct eye contact with Woo. He squirmed in his seat, clearly hating the fact he was called out. “She will be forced to wait last.” He purrs in your ear, but you’re too cockdrunk to process exactly what he said.

Your hands claw at Hwa’s back desperately, your eyes watering as a bubble forms in your abdomen, the intensity rising with each thrust. “M-Mommy, wanna cum, wanna cum so badly-” You cry out, as Seonghwa returns his gaze to you, the hand on your face moving down to your clit. His fingers gently rubbed the bundle of nerves, and you let out another strangled cry. “Cum for Mommy. Show her just how much you love being her cocksleeve.” He purrs, leaning in and burying his face to your neck, sucking gently and leaving a bright red hickey. He then began peppering kisses all over, his subtle lipstick that he had worn for the show being left on your skin.

“M-Mommy!” You cry out, back arching against the couch, chest pressed against his, as the bubble in your lower abdomen pops, and an explosive orgasm washes over your body, making your brain go utterly white in pure pleasure.

Your walls eagerly clamp and suck his cock in deeper with rhythmic clenches, and Seonghwa’s thrusts get quicker, sloppier, grinding more and more of that sweet pleasure. He pulls himself away from your neck, which is littered with his hickies and kiss marks, and he tosses his head back, letting out the prettiest moan I’ve ever heard. The pleasure that had been forming in the base of his spine has finally tipped over, and with a moan, he cums deep inside, each thurst aimed only to milk more and more of his milky white seed out of him.

This was always Hwa’s favorite sensation. He could never get used to this.

He nearly collapses on top of you, his breathing labored, his arms the only thing holding him up.

Your breathing is also ragged, trying desperately to catch your mind again from such an explosive orgasm. You hadn’t even processed that Seonghwa had pulled out his softening cock, placing a sweet gentle kiss on your lips. Standing to his feet again, he looks down at you, having a bit of a tender, sweet smile. “You did so, so good for your Mommy. Now, it’s time to be good for your Unnie, yes?” He looks over at San. Wooyoung was slouched back against his chair, grumbling something. San perks up, and almost immediately gets up, his eyes gleaming with delight. Finally, his patience will be rewarded!

He carefully made his way to you, with his thick throbbing cock in full view. Once he was close enough, he leans in, and his big grabby hands were all over your body, squeezing and caressing every curve he could get his hands on. His hands snake behind you, and he kneads the soft flesh of your butt. San lets out a gutteral moan. He absolutely loves your thick booty, and he swore that just being able to squeeze it could make him cum on the spot. His lips pressed against yours, softly nibbling and biting on your sore, raw bottom lip.

Your body was still trembling and shaking from the pleasure. Your arms found their way wrapped around San’s neck. He lets out a moan between your lips, and his cock begun to grind against your wet folds, letting your juices and Hwa’s cum coat him for preparation.

“You’re so perfect for Unnie.” San moans, his tongue slipping between your lips to play with yours, exploring every crevice he could find.

“U-Unnie…” You couldn’t help but softly moan, the tip of his cock rubbing against your overly sensitive clit was making your head spin, your body stumbling down the thin thread of overstimulation.

“Let Unnie take care of you. I’ll take such good care of you.” He whispers between your lips, and he breaks the kiss. His big, strong hands gripped your hips, using his strength to manhandle you as he pleases. In an instant, you’re lying on the couch tummy down, your ass up in the air, right up against his cock.

San shuddered softly, taking just a moment to appreciate the sight. His hands immediately grip your butt, squeezing with delight. “Oh look at you..” San moans, his cock twitching, wanting nothing more than to just fuck you senseless already. Your back is arched and he pressed his chest flush against your back. One of his arms is wrapped right around your waist, and the other is right under your head, giving a cushion to rest your head on. You rest your cheek on his large forearm, San gently nuzzling his face to the back of your neck, kissing the skin tenderly.

“Fuck, you’re so good for Unnie. All of this… I love every bit of you, my Angel.” His grip around your waist tightens, letting out a gutteral moan as he thrusts his cock inside your pussy. A moan slips from your lips as his pace is deep and steady, each contact of his hips makes your butt jiggle with recoil. San softly groans in your ear, biting his lip so hard he might accidentally break skin again.

He’s losing his mind. San furrows his eyebrows, trying to focus on his pace. He wants to savor this, he wants to enjoy the feeling of being sheathed inside you, but he can’t. “Your sweet pussy… It’s making Unnie lose her mind…” San chuckles pathetically.

“U-Unnie!” You moan out as San finally begins to pick up his pace, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Each thrust plows deeper inside you, hitting a spot that you swore made you see stars in your eyelids. “F-Fuck, Love.” San moans. “You’re so good for me.”

Through dewy dazed eyes, you could look to your side to see Wooyoung was on his knees, tears formed in his eyes as his lips were wrapped around Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa lets out a soft hum, his hand gripping Wooyoung’s dark locks of hair. Slowly pulling Woo off, there was a trail of spit that was connecting Woo’s mouth to Hwa’s tip. Hwa lets go of his hair, caressing his head in a patronizing manner. “Noona needs to be better behaved.” Hwa softly mused, with Woo squirming slightly, a soft whine spilling from his lips.

“Does that turn on Angel?” San moans, his cock still driving like crazy deep inside you. “Y-Yes, Unnie.” You managed to moan as San gripped your hips and began to manhandle you once more. He makes you arch your back further, your butt even higher in the air. This new angle let San drive himself deeper inside youe wet cunt, hitting all your sensitive spots easily with his big fat tip.

“Unnie… U-Unniee…” You let out a cry, a little bit of drool escaping the corners of your mouth, accidentally spilling onto San’s forearm. “Awh, my Angel loves Unnie’s cock so much. She’s losing her mind…” San gently places a deep kiss against your cheek, his hips moving faster, signaling his peak is near.

Your hands reach up to San’s big arm, weakly clutching onto it for any means of support.

His hand on your hip lets go, and his gently run down your abdomen. Finding your clit, your eyes squeezed shut as you let out a strangled cry. “T-Too much, Unnie!-” The gentle rubbing of your overstimulated clit was making your head spin, and lighting your nerves on fire. His thrusts mixed in with this slightly painful pleasure was too much to handle, and you bit down on his forearm, another powerful orgasm washing over your body. Your nails dug into his arms, making San moan so prettily in your ear.

San couldn’t help but groan as you bit and scratched his arm. San loves the way your spasming walls milk him for all he’s worth, and with another moan, his cum spills deep inside, mixing in with Hwa’s cum from before. In a pleasure-filled haze, it barely dawns on you exactly how messy this had become.

San’s breathing is ragged; each little breath and whimper is right up against your ear to hear, his hand gently caressing and soothing your tummy. He mutters sweet praise in your ear. Even as much as San loves fucking you senseless, he loves the sweet tenderness after. He hopes, deep down, that you knew exactly how much he loves you.

“She’s so good for her Unnie, too.” Seonghwa breaks the tender silence, and San reluctantly lets go, pulling his cock out of your sweet wet pussy, still rock hard, however. He uses his strength one last time to roll me on your back, gently caressing your face with a lovely smile before getting up.

“M-Mommy, please?” Wooyoung then begs, biting his lip as he sits anxiously on the chair. Seonghwa raised his eyebrow, the left one with two studded piercings, looking down at Wooyoung. “I’ll be good for the rest of the night, please?” His eyes are big and pleading, like puppy-dog eyes. For a moment, you almost didn’t recognize this sweet, docile Wooyoung.

“Well, only because you begged so nicely.” Seonghwa croons slightly, and Wooyoung perks up, almost immediately making his way to you. Almost instantly, you are met with a dominant, needy kiss, his tongue immediately slipping in your mouth. His hands immediately reach for your breasts, massaging and giving a squeeze, moaning filthily in your mouth. Well, so much for docile Wooyoung.

“Noona’s gonna fuck you so good, she’ll make sure you forget everything except us.” Wooyoung pulls away, the look in his eyes screaming nothing but feral. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he grips your hips, pulling you to his hips. He grips your thighs, spreading them further and immediately positioning himself. He licks his top row of teeth with a grin as your trembling legs spread, and wrapped around his waist. His cock twitches like crazy against your cunt, eager to plunge in.

“Look at me Noona fucks you dumb.” His hand grips the couch, and you moan out as he thrusts his dick inside, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as each ball of his ladder piercing on his shaft rubs against your velvety walls, the pleasure so intense you’re utterly left speechless.

His pace is fast and rough, his hips slamming against your hips with each brutal thrust. Wooyoung lets out pornographic noises. Oh god, this was so fucking good.

His cock’s piercings were making your head spin, each rub against your walls made your head go white. All you could do was moan out like a cock-drunk whore. “N-Noona…”You moaned, legs trembling as your entire body began to feel the effects of being overstimulated, wanting to just squirm away from him and his overbearing pace.

His free hand moves to the smooth column of your neck, and he squeezes. You can feel the cool metal of his rings pressed against your skin, and a strangled moan leaves your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hand scramble to grip Wooyoung’s bicep. Wooyoung moans filtihly. He loves watching you come undone like this. The control he has over you makes his cock twitch even more.

His fingers apply pressure at the right spot, which makes little black spots form in your vision. “Noonaa… N-Noona…” You let out a choked cry, and the bubble that had formed in your abdomen without even realizing it exploded. Your orgasm has your head go pure white, your walls clamping desperately around his length, which makes Wooyoung let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard. Your nails dug into his bicep, so hard little droplets of blood spilled. Not soon after, his thrusts get borderline-animalistic, pushing his cock deep against your cas he cums. It was a lot, Wooyoung moaning as his hip sslam against yours, aiming to drop all of it inside you. The cum from the past two rounds finally overflow out and spilling out of your spent, well-used hole.

“Oh fuck, look at that.” Wooyoung moans, his hand finally releasing your neck and peppering kisses all over, biting occasionally. You were gasping for air, vision slightly blurry. You whole body was trembling, legs shaking, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Overstimulation has finally set in. Carefully, Wooyoung pulls his cock out, marveling at the sight of all the cum dripping out of your pussy. “Oh fuck, that’s so hot.” He moans in your ear. “You’re such a perfect cumdump.”

“We have the perfect pet, do we?” Seonghwa hums in agreement, and Wooyoung can’t help but let out a slight grumble, reluctantly letting go of you. He stood up, making space for Seonghwa to take the reigns once more.

Hwa gently walks towards you, pouting slightly at your shivering, used form. “You’re doing so well, baby. Do you think you can do one more round?” Hwa asks, his hand gently reaching out to cup your face. You gazed up at him, eyes dewy with unshed tears. Despite the fact you were extremely overly sensitive and overstimulated…

Hwa smirks as your nod is quick, almost desperately so. “My baby is just a needy whore, drunk on cock, isn’t she?” He purrs, and he takes a seat on the couch, legs spread and his cock in full view. “Come here, my sweet thing.” Hwa croons, and he smirks as you comply, legs trembling as you found yourself situated on his lap, his dick right up against your ass.

“Ride Mommy.” Seonghwa grips your hips, his thumbs gently rubbing the smooth skin. You bit your lip softly and with his help, you slowly lifted your hips, sinking right on his cock. Our moans are in sync, and almost instantly, Seonghwa planted his feet to the tile floor, thrusting up inside me. “Oh, my sweet Dove.” He moans delightfully, loving the way you’re crumbling on top of him.

Moans leave your lips, eyes shut as you tried to focus on the pleasure and not the slight pain from overstimulation and sensitivity.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands push down on your lower back, and your eyes shoot open, Seonghwa’s hands moving from your hips to wrap fully around your body. Your chest is pressed right against his. He halts his pace, his cock still buried deep inside. “Shhh, it’s just Unnie.” Seonghwa hums, his hand rubbing youe back gently.

“Unnie wants a taste.” San’s voice tremble slightly, taking a small bottle of lube, and squirting it on two of his fingers. He has to hand it to himself, he has a lot of patience. That patience is weaning thin.

He grips one of your buttcheeks, revealing your second tight hole, moaning slightly to himself. “Fuck!” He growls, and he smears the lube onto your hole, pushing inside carefully to ensure you were prepped and ready.

“U-Unnie…” You moan, your second hole gently squeezing around his fingers as he gingerly thrusts, San biting his lip as he feels the resistance melting away. His free hand squirts some more of the lube on his cock, pumping himself slowly to ensure he was fully lubriacted.

Pulling his fingers out of your hole, San grips your buttcheeks again, the thick tip of his cock gently prods at the hole.

“U-Unniee…” You moan out, Seonghwa rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering words of praise as San pushes his thick lubricated cock inside yout tight hole, slowly thrusting. As the resistance slowly fades away, he takes the opportunity to push more of his cock inside, inch by inch.

You let out a strangled cry as Seonghwa began to thrust upwards again, setting a pace opposite of San’s. Each stroke of their cocks against your overly sensitive walls was making your head spin.

“Hey.” Wooyoung’s bark caught your attention, and with dazed eyes, you could barely process that he’s standing in next to you, his cock right against your lips.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but smirk as you obey without a second thought, slipping his cock between your lips. A loud slutty moan leaves his lips, his hand gripping your hair, and he begins to roughly fuck your face, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You can feel the ridges and bumps of his ladder piercings against your tongue, the sensation driving you insane.

The room was full of slutty noises, all of your bandmates moaning as they used your body as they pleased. San grips your ass even tighter, plunging himself deeper inside your tight ass until he was bottoming out. Seonghwa moans as he thrusts upwards, each thrust rubbing against your swollen g-spot, and the tip hitting the back of your pussy and cervix.

Their cocks were moving agaisnt eachother in sync, which makes you, San and Hwa moan together. Both of them could feel the other’s cock thanks to the thin wall seperating your pussy and ass.

Your moans are muffled by Wooyoung’s cock, still facefucking you without any mercy. Wooyoung looks up to the camera with a devious grin on his face.

“Hey, see this?” He moans out, his free hand pointing at you still sucking him off. “This is your sweet little popstar, a slut backstage for her bandmates. Just a toy to be used by her Noona, Unnie, and Mommy.” Wooyoung grins, and his pace somehow got even more forceful, forcing you to deepthroat him with each thrust. Your nose presses against his pelvis, his slight happy trail right up against your nose.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moans muffled as Seonghwa’s and San’s pace got rougher, utterly rearranging your insides. Your orgasm arrived swiftly and messily so, your juices squirted all on Seonghwa’s cock, the mess spilling down your thighs and on his body.

Fuck. Seonghwa wished he could have saw that.

Fuck. San is so grateful he saw that, moaning out at the filthy sight before him.

“Oh fuck, good girl.” Seonghwa moans out, thrusting upward as he shoots his cum deep inside, some of it spilling out and escaping the corners. A milky white ring forms around the base of his cock, each clench of your walls milking hin further.

San lets out a gutteral moan, spilling his cum deep inside your ass. He shudders, stalling himself insidejust to savor the sensation of your velvety walls clenching around him, milking him dry.

Woo lets out a slutty moan as he tilts his head back, finally dumping all of his cum deep inside your mouth. He stills his hips still deep inside, the cum spilling out of the corners of your mouth.

Tears of pure bliss were streaming down your face, and Wooyoung’s thumb gently rubs your tears away as you swallow his seed, coughing slightly as he pulls your face off his cock. God, you looked so sexy like that. “Good girl, such a good girl.” Wooyoung’s hand cups the side of your face, rubbing your cheek in a calming manner.

Seonghwa rubs gentle circles on your back, and San grabs your waist, massaging the muscles on your lower back. You gently closed your eyes, resting your head on Hwa’s chest, taking deep breaths, and just savoring the afterglow.

Finally, San slowly pulls his softening cock out of of you, some of his milky white seed spilling from your used ass. Seonghwa lets go of your shivering body, and grips your hips to help you off his cock, the past few rounds accidentally spilling out as a result. San immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You in response raised your arms, andweakly wrapped around him, letting San hold you close as Woo and Hwa began to put their clothes on. You watched as Wooyound slipped on his boxers and jeans, zipping himself up like this had never happened. But of course, you know what happened. Seonghwa puts on his long-sleeved shirt, fixing his chains and jewelry. Wooyoung then begins to tear down the camera. These two had a quite a bit to clean up before leaving on the tour bus.

“How are you holding up?” San interrupts your train of thought, looking down at you. “We weren’t too much, were we?” He whispers , concern etched on his features as he gently peppering kisses on your cheek. You couldn’t help but giggle slightly at his affection.

“I’m fine, promise. I feel exhausted but satisfied,” You reply earnestly, looking up at San with a dazed smile. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting San grip tighten around you.

“That’s good.” San hums slightly, and he gently sets you back down on the couch, Wooyoung half-hazardly tossing San his clothes. Wooyoung gently handed you yours. “Get dressed, (Name). Manager is a bit pissed at us…” Wooyoung rubs the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle.

San stands up to put his clothes on, and he looks down, chuckling slightly as he watches you struggle to put on your clothes, extremely sleepy and sore. He doesn’t blame you. A protective instinct washes over him, and he reaches out to you “Here, let me help you…” He kneels, and he helps you get your bralette and tank top on your body, placed nice and snug.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the mess still leaking out of you, clicking his tongue. “That won’t do… You’ll ruin your pretty panties..” A mischievous grin forms on his face, and his big hand grips your hips, spreading your legs a bit wider. You let out a tiny whimper, as he places his face right next to your swollen wet cunt, the milky essence of what they’ve done earlier in full display.

San looked up into your eyes, waiting silently for a confirmation, and when you gave him a nod, he immediately leaned in, his tongue pressed right against your entrance.

A soft moan spills from your lips as San greedily eats the cum out of your swollen, overstimulated pussy. His eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut as he devoured your pussy, his spit mixing with your juices making an even bigger mess.

“U-Unnie, can’t… Too much...” You managed to whine out, your hand gently gripping his dark locks of hair.

Finally, San pulls himself away from your pussy, and immediately pushes his lips to yours, the initial shock allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth.

All of the cum he collected gets pushed over to your mouth, plus the taste of your juices were making your head spins and setting your body aflame.

San pulls away, softly gasping for air, a mischievous kitty-like grin on his face. “The mess is all cleaned up now.”

You swallowed up all the cum, and you slightly roll your eyes, a smile on your face, and a soft giggle leaves your lips.

“Come on, guys. Hongjoong is pissed.” Wooyoung whines, in his hand the microphone, the condom already discarded. He’s twirling your buttplug in his hands, making your face flush. “Woo, put that away!” You whine, burying your hands in your face. He laughs but obeys, slipping it into his pocket.

Hwa has a gentle smile, watching the lighthearted banter between you. Moments like these were always his favorite.

With San’s help, you finally get fully dressed and ready to go. He lifts you in his strong arms, carrying you out of the practice room.

All four of the bandmates make their way deeper backstage, a pissed off Hongjoong waiting for them by the exit.

“You guys need to hurry and get on the bus now,” Hongjoong barks, pointing at the tour bus that was teal blue. It was running and ready to go, the door wide open.

“Sorry! We got a bit caught up with fans.” Hwa replies, his voice as smooth as honey. Hongjoong grumbles something under his breath and walks to the bus. The four follow after, gently walking up the steps inside.

The inside of the tour bus was always cool, the AC always on full blast. It oftentimes smelled like a mixture of lavender and sweat.

There were six seats in the front near the driver’s seat, and the bunk beds were towards the back of the bus, alongside two restrooms and showers. It was rather cozy, a place you all had become very accustomed to. Cramped? Most definitely.

Tonight, however, your bandmates didn’t feel like splitting up and sleeping in the usual bunk beds.

Seonghwa pulls the couch out, creating a bed big enough to harbor all of you. Wooyoung lights up as he sees this, quickly rushing to his cubby to grab his pajamas. “Everyone needs to hurry! I want cuddles!” He barks, immediately rushing into the bathroom for a quick shower and skin care.

A few moments later, Wooyung emerges, his black dark hair damp and messy, wearing just a black tank top and plaid pajama pants. His face was bare and smooth, all of the makeup removed.

Seonghwa chuckles slightly at Wooyoung practically pushing San into one of the empty shower rooms, whining up a storm. “Here, Dove, let me help you.” Legs still sore from before, Seonghwa helped you get into the bathroom, offering you his arm like a gentleman.

The shower water was just hot enough, and you sighed softly, body leaning into Seonghwa’s frame. He looks down at you and hums softly, gently massaging some shampoo into your scalp.

“I love you,” Hwa whispers in your ear, a sweet, tender smile on his face. His fingers gently massage the shampoo in your head, and you let out a sigh, closing your eyes as you embrace the soft, tender moment. “I love you too. I don’t know what I’d do without you or the others.” You confess back.

He smiles, gently rinsing the shampoo off your hair. Once your hair was rinsed, he gently raked some conditioner into the bottom half of your hair, getting any tangles out.

Seonghwa places a chaste kiss on your cheek, and your can feel his smile beneath your skin. “You and the others… Are truly the light in my life.” He whispered, turning off the shower once all of the soap suds were washed off your bodies.

With his help,you get out of the shower, and Seonghwa sits you down on the toilet seat, using a blowdryer to help you dry your hair. You couldn’t help but giggle as he brushed out your hair until it is all nice and dry.

After you and Hwa both got dressed, brushed your teeth, and done your skincare, It was finally time for bed.

“Let’s go.” Seonghwa hums, gently holding you close as we walk out of the bathroom, the light turning off automatically.

Wooyoung was lying on the plush couch bed, his eyes looking up to see you, and he grins. “Come on! It’s bedtime!” He whines, and you can’t help but chuckle, making your way into the bed with him. Almost immediately, Wooyoung wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight to his body.

“Don’t hog her,” San whines slightly, carrying a pile of blankets and pillows in his arms. He unfolds a giant comforter, placing it over your and Woo’s bodies. Woo grins, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Well then, you two better hurry.”

Seonghwa watches with a certain fondness in his eyes, watching San get under the blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist. San and Woo bicker slightly, causing you to roll your eyes ever so slightly. With his long, deft fingers, Seonghwa turns off the lights in the tour bus, and only the soft glow of the overhead lights in cyan color became the only source of light here.

Carefully, Seonghwa made his way on the bed, snuggling in right behind you, his arms around your waist. San grumbles something about not having space, and Woo whines when San pushes Woo to sneak in between him and you.

After a lot of complaining and shifting, the position has changed to you on your back, Wooyoung hugging you and resting his head on your chest, semi squishing you. San was to your left, arms wrapped around you, Seonghwa on the right.

The bus finally began to make its move, driving the band back to home town. The tour was finished, and you were all heading home.

A few moment stuff have passed, and Seonghwa and San were already knocked out. San was nuzzling his face into your neck, Seonghwa gently holding your hand in his. Wooyoung, however, was still up, his big eyes looking up at you. It was a bit difficult to keep up this staring contest, your eyelids were getting heavy.

“Hey, (name), I need to tell you something.” He whispers, like he’s afraid to wake up San and Hwa.

“What?” You whispered back, and passing car headlights that shone in the window illuminated his face for just a moment, and you could see his sly grin. “I sent your videos to Mingi.” He responds, his finger trailing along your arm.

Mingi… Mingi was the fifth member, who had to go on hiatus for a broken wrist but has been better since about a few days ago. Your heart clenches at the reminder that your fifth guy has been in so much pain all by himself. At least his wrist is healed now, and Mingi can practice with you guys as soon as you are back home.

“What did he say?” You softly mused, and Wooyoung grinned wider.

“...He said that when you get home, Princess is going to devour you whole.”

#ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez x you #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #san x reader #san smut

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yuri-is-online · 1 year ago

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One Sided Love Triangles: Tokyo Debunker

Link to Twisted Wonderland Post

Because I hate when people have to lose. Though I'd be way more comfortable writing a normal love triangle for tdb than twst... there's a few of these bitches who could stand to be knocked down a peg or two.

Haru vs Peekaboo- betrayal never comes from your enemies does it. Haru wants to be happy you get along with his baby, and he's really grateful for your continued help in the anomalous animal sanctuary, really. He even originally found your interactions with Peekabo really cute! He's got a bunch of videos saved on his phone and everything but he can't help but feel just a wee bit bitter. He really wants to be the one with his head in your lap getting scritches and being told how cute he is. Something he'd never say to your face but whines about at the bar enough for Romeo to record and send to you. "For free?" Yeah for free he's had enough of this shit please come get your man MC.

Kaito vs Luca- this one is cannon to a degree I think... Kaito is deeply insecure about how much more confident Luca is around MC compared to him and how the girls on campus seem to like him more. The fact that he's so painfully oblivious doesn't help, meanwhile Luca is just overjoyed that his two best friends are in such a good relationship. You're genuinely perfect for each other, why all these secrecy and making him promise not to tell the other about the nice things you say? Isn't it natural to gush about your partner???

Towa vs Ren- Towa is such a pouty baby who doesn't fully understand his feelings and Ren is just happy to have a friend who understands the concept of a log in bonus. Neither of you fully realize that Towa is attempting to flirt, or would it be closer to say woo? All you know is one minute the two of you are casually chilling and talking about horror movies or something and then *BAM* Towa's thrown some flowers at Ren and pulled you into his lap. He's happy you wiggle to get comfy with him but very upset that you keep up your conversation with Ren. Stop being a good senpai and pay attention to hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim.

Tohma vs Leo- just hear me out. I don't think Tohma really gets jealous? He seems super secure in himself and his abilities so he doesn't have much of a reason to get whiny and silly over MC, that's your role in the relationship. And he knows, logically that this little video Leo uploaded is bait to test the security on campus but it doesn't stop him from damn near cracking his phone in half when he sees it. That's how Leo wants to play this little game? Well fine, Tohma hopes he's ready to be thoroughly humiliated. No one can flirt with another man's partner quite as well as a bitch with a monocle. Leo is totally unaware any of this for the most part, he just assumes the extra irritation he's picking up on from Tohma is because he keeps spying on him and Alan. The fact he keeps teasing MC doesn't even cross his mind, he's just doing that to irritate you.

... as a side note can you imagine how confused everyone would get if Leo and MC kept picking fights about their upcoming "divorce" when no one even thought they were ever technically together. Except for Ritsu who sits you down to seriously try to talk you in to let him being your divorce attorney and still doesn't fully get that it's a joke by the time you're done. Actually while I'm at it:

Leo vs Ritsu- where that's exactly your dynamic but Leo starts catching some genuine feelings when he tries to crack a joke about you cheating on him with your divorce attorney only to realize that makes him unironically angry. How dare you, after everything you've been through. Wasn't he he enough? You know he can't treat you like he can. And you're just like "what can't treat me wrong?" And then you have a very toxic make out session Sho has to hear both of you scream about later while he seriously considers taking up a drinking problem.

Taiga vs Haru- this game has one character named Haru (ginger, baby) and one named Haku (green, evil?) Which confuses me an unreasonable amount. I already mentioned I wanted a serious Taiga vs Haku love triangle... but Taiga vs Haru would just be silly. You have MC who loves anomalous animals and hanging out in Jabberwock and Taiga who hates emotional intimacy and his feelings for MC just as much as he hates the idea of you being with anyone else. And of all people why Harry? He thought they were friends... or cool at least even if he won't let him eat that chinchilla thing. And now he's got MC playing defense for it too, it's irritating. He already has to fight himself to remember who you are every time he sees you again and go through the annoyance of recognizing he's a bit in love and now he can't even break into the animal sanctuary without tripping over himself and paying attention to you instead. It's annoying and it's all Haru's fault for having everything he wants. (If you ask he'll say that complaint is about Peekaboo but Haru and Romeo know it's not.) Haru is just trying to get some help from a trusted friend he's so stressed out ;-;

Sho vs Jin- Sho and his excuses... he doesn't want to just invite you to hang out and he doesn't want to ask you to come help him with the food truck because you've got so much else to do. You deserve a chance to rest, and he wants to be who you come to do that with. But Jin... he'd make that so much easier if it was him wouldn't he? He's rich and connected, and you're so sweet he's sure you could thaw that frozen heart enough for him to see you as human and not a gopher. Sho knows you, the moment he started paying attention to you he saw you as a person. But he still hurt you... and Jin didn't really do that did he? Jin doesn't like Sho because he's in Vagastrom and he doesn't trust him with your safety. Sho might see a rival and a better option, but what he's really dealing with is MC's disapproving dad who can't stand that their boyfriend has a leather jacket and a motorbike. He bets he's got tattoos and an arrest record too doesn't he MC, Jin is judging you so hard.

#tokyo debunker #tdb #tokyo debunker x reader #tdb x reader

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innerfare · 8 months ago

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Law Fluff // Angst Compilation

Summary: A compilation of Law angst and fluff from my multi character posts (You're Wounded, Brushing Your Teeth Together, Flowers, Type of Date, You See His Cabin, Fighting and Making Up, Paradise, Nightmares, I Love You, You're Jealous).

Genre: Fluff // Angst

CW: None // SFW

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You’re Wounded:

Sees to your wound without a word, making sure it’s disinfected and bandaged and receives proper care until its healed. Places a soft, quiet kiss atop your head, doesn’t say a word. Makes a mental plan to avoid similar situations in the future.

Brushing Your Teeth Together:

Refuses to share his toothpaste with you and gets annoyed if you leave the cap off of yours. After you both brush and rinse, will wrap his arm around your waist and pull you in for a fresh, minty kiss.

Flowers:

Gravitates toward orchids, especially in darker shades of pink, purple, and blue; they feel a little moodier and less kitschy than the red roses Bepo tells him he’s supposed to buy to woo you (side note: imagine Law getting relationship advice from Bepo). One night folded an origami flower for you, and you liked it so much that he spent the rest of the night folding an entire bouquet, though he pretends it only took him five minutes. He doesn’t actually give the origami bouquet to you so much as he just sets it on your nightstand one day and mutters something about how the flowers won’t need water. He gets kind of annoyed if you make a big deal out of it.

Type of Date:

Museum date, full stop. Probably a science museum, but would happily do a fine art museum. If museums were open at night, it would definitely be a nighttime museum date, but he’ll settle for a weekday when nobody’s there. The two of you will lose track of time going from exhibit to exhibit discussing what’s on display. And Law is definitely the sort of guy to read up on the exhibits beforehand to impress you. Would also take you to a bookstore and buy you anything you want if you agree to sit with a coffee afterward.

You See His Cabin For The First Time:

You don’t know what you were expecting- would it be sterile like an operating room? You’re surprised to see comic books and a few action figures. He has some records, too- a bit of rock, some low-key emo music- and to your complete and utter surprise, a candy wrapper on his nightstand. And then there’s the coin collection on his desk, tiny pieces of metal he picked up on his many travels. You’re careful not to have a big reaction to his personality showing through for once.

“I like your action figures.”

“They’re kind of childish, but-”

You cut him off before he can dismiss his own interests as dumb. “No, they’re not. They’re cool.”

Fighting and Making Up:

His emotional unavailability combined with his protective streak is a source of contention between the two of you. He wants you to be free, but sometimes, he finds himself in a dark place where he just wants to lock you in a tower. But what makes it so vexing is that he won’t even talk to you about it, just shuts you out of plans and operations because he can’t bear the thought of losing you or you getting hurt. Also has times when he won’t let you out of his sight but won’t admit that’s what he’s doing, which makes it so much more annoying. He’ll get mad at you if you do something without telling him, especially if it could be dangerous, which often leads you to argue that he's not exactly known for his communication skills. The two of you usually make up after you’ve been giving him the silent treatment for a few days and he crawls into bed beside you. The darkness makes him feel safe enough to press some warm kisses into your hand and then mutter an apology into your neck. Other times, he’ll write a short note and slip it into one of your books because he’s much better at writing than talking. And if it’s on you to do the making up, cooking for him is a good place to start.

Paradise 1:

Climbing out of bed before dawn because neither of you can sleep, having a cup of coffee, and walking hand in hand down the beach, stopping to bend down and pick up rare seashells to add to the collection on the bookshelf in your bedroom, not talking much at all but simply admiring your shared bounty in the pale dawn light as the sun creeps over the horizon.

Paradise 2:

Waking up to fresh powder blanketing the ground and jumping out of bed, barely getting your boots and one of his coats on before you’re outside, romping through the snow. Falling into a snow bank with your arms out, giggling as you make a snow angel, grinning even wider when he surprises you by laying down beside you and doing the same, letting his inner child show through for a brief moment.

Nightmares:

Bang! He never sees the nightmare, but he always hears the gunshot. He wakes up in a cold sweat, shivering beneath his covers, the taste of metal lingering in his mouth and the gunshot still echoing in his ears. He’s awake, but he’s back in that treasure chest, and this time, you’re the one laying dead in the snow. Alternatively, you’re in a hospital bed, writing in pain, screaming in agony, calling out his name, pleading with him to save you, and he’s in sea prism stone handcuffs, forced to watch you succumb to an illness only he can save you from. Again, he wakes up in a cold sweat, the sheets tangled around his legs, trapping him and making him feel like he’s still in that nightmare, completely and utterly useless. He has to climb out of bed and walk it off, might even train a bit with his sword to regain a sense of control.

Wearing His Hat: He works so hard- it’s one of the things you love about him. You typically try not to disturb him while he’s in the middle of a book, but every once in a while, you can see that he’s not lost in the book so much as he is holding it in his hands to keep the people around him at a distance, allowing him to think a little too much about what’s stressing him out.

You can tell by the tension in his neck and shoulders, the way his eyes don’t really focus on the pages but rather look right through them.

“Put the book down. It’s time for dinner.” Coming up behind him, you give his shoulders a squeeze before sitting on his desk, kicking your feet a little bit.

“Not hungry.”

“Yes, you are.”

He cast you an annoyed look but said nothing else.

Knowing he wouldn’t budge unless you jumpstarted him, you snatched his hat off his head and placed it atop yours.

“Y/n-ah.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Give me my hat back.”

“If you want it so bad,” you told him with a small smile. “Put the book down and come and get it from me.” With that, you hopped off his desk and slipped out of the office.

Law glanced down at his book. He didn’t give it another thought, just tossed it aside and climbed out of his chair to get that hat off your head, and possibly another garment or two.

I Love You:

Law is pretty bad with words, and, for lack of a better term, he sort of lacks a bedside manner. Needless to say, this carries over into other aspects of his life, including his love life (or lack thereof; Law has little to no experience in this arena). One afternoon, though, the two of you are fighting because you want to accompany Law somewhere and he insists it’s too dangerous despite all of your qualifications and skills as a fighter. You keep pressing and pressing, demanding to know why he won’t let you go when you are perfectly capable, until finally he blurts it out. “I love you! Alright? And I won’t lose you.” You aren’t even in any sort of relationship at that point, the two of you just sort of stewing in unresolved tension. His irate confession is the tipping point, and you become an item after that. When you hear it from him after that, it’s always in private, usually in the late hours of the night when he slips into bed and buries his face in your neck. Other times, it’s when you two pass each other in the hallway aboard the Polar Tang and he catches your hand in his, placing a warm kiss on your knuckles, muttering the words, and moving along quickly for fear someone might see despite the entire crew knowing about your relationship.

You’re Jealous:

Dr. Law and Dr. Robin sure do get along well- so well, in fact, you can’t help but wonder if they are better suited to each other than you and him. Even if they didn’t have such good chemistry, it would be impossible not to feel a touch of jealousy toward the archeologist. She’s intelligent, beautiful, fiercely loyal, a member of the Straw Hats, and has an impressive bounty that she earned even before she became a pirate. Needless to say, you find yourself brooding when the Robin brings him a beer and sits down beside him to discuss the immune systems of fishmen, a topic both are rather interested in. Of course, you’re interested in that, too, thus the reason Law realizes something is wrong when you don’t participate in the conversation. He ends up excusing the two of you and taking you to bed, worrying you had too much to drink, the thought you may be jealous never once occurring to him. You end up not saying anything (many thing in your relationship with Law being unspoken) and just sleeping it off, the fact that he excused the two of you proof enough of his loyalty.

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 9 months ago

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SMILE FOR THE CAMERA BABY

A KINKTOBER SPECIAL - SEX TAPE WITH JONATHAN BREECH

Pairing.| Jonathan Breech x fem!reader

Summary.| You lose a bet with Jonathan. He has to record the experience to ensure it’ll happen again.

Warnings.| Dubcon, fingering, p in v, unknown recording, blackmail.

Word Count.| 1.4k

Notes.| Never edited this one hahahah so maybe i’ll do it down the track lol

Jonathan Breech had a non-wipeable smirk on his lips as he rode his bike down your street on this gloomy day. Typically, he wore that stupid gray trapper hat of his as he booted down the kickstand outside your front porch. He skipped up the porch stairs and dramatically knocked on your front door. After you made him wait, the door flung open revealing your fluffy robe as you looked him up and down with dissatisfaction. As you carelessly invited him into your home, Jonathan nodded his head in approval, his hands fisted into his pockets as he waltzed around the empty living room.

“Nice place” he commented quietly, earning a soft scoff from you.

“Don’t act like you care” you snorted, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Hey! You want to do this as much as I do” Jonathan chuckled.

Quickly, you stomped towards him, standing mere inches away from him as he smirked at your restricted rage.

“I don’t want this at all” you growled, jabbing your fingers onto his right pec.

“Oh, stop playing hard to get” Jonathan teased, his hands snaking to your waist.

“You cheated…” you mumbled, your tone softening as your eyes lowered. You watched his squeeze the robe over your hips.

“Don’t be a sore loser now… I want us both to enjoy this” he murmured, his hands pulled you closer to him, his lips teasing yours by just brushing them against one another.

It was hard not to give into your desires and kiss him completely. But your amour propre was still too high, especially for your provoking classmate who’s ego was taller than his height.

Jonathan had been trying to woo you for months. However, you were like the roadrunner, you could never stop dashing away from him. Until he made a bet that you couldn’t refuse. For your final test in your mathematics class together, the highest mark would win. He’d be forced to never speak a word to you again. If he won? Your body. Jonathan was borderline failing so it seemed too good to be true. He proved you wrong when your teacher distributed your results. A two percent difference, to Jonathan’s benefit.

It’s not that you found him unattractive or anything, you just didn’t like his attitude at times. Not to mention the boost you got at him almost groveling below you. It was nice to be wanted, even though it was just downright sexual desire.

“How do I know you won’t just tell everyone as soon as you’re done with me?” you mumbled out.

Jonathan chuckled lightly before kissing you softly. “I’m a man of my word” he whispered before kissing you far more passionately.

Gradually, your arms snaked around him and you squeezed his body. The stress of if anyone found out about this disappeared from your mind, your focus completely on the goosebumps he gave you. As your hands ran up and felt the fabric of his stupid hat, you yanked it off and threw it across the room.

“Bedroom” he stated with a huff as your lips started for a split second.

If you didn’t lead him to your bedroom fast enough, he was ready to fuck you in the hallway. As you tumbled into your bedroom like horny animals, Jonathan smiled at the state of your room. Rockstar posters still on the wall, desk in the corner and plant pots all around your room, your childhood teddy bear on your bed. The floor was free of any dirty clothes or rubbish and a honey scented candle was lit.

Jonathan slipped off his jacket and pushed you both onto the bed. After he planted sloppy kisses all over your face, he untied your robe and groaned at your matching baby pink lingerie set.

“Was this to make me feel special?” Jonathan chuckled.

“Shut up” you huffed, subconsciously you covered your arms over your bare body.

Jonathan tutted and moved your arms to your side before he pressed his body on top of yours. As he humped his erection against your hips, he moaned into your mouth. You eagerly pulled his shirt over his head.

“Strip naked” he ordered firmly.

Huffing out in protest, you gave in and stripped completely naked before him. His hungry eyes took in every inch of your glory.

“Face down, ass up” he continued on.

You obliged and pressed the side of your face against the mattress, you ass poking out to him. Jonathan approached you and rubbed his fingers over your dripping cunt.

“Oh fuck Johnny” you moaned as he slipped his finger inside of you.

“I said face down” he huffed as he watched your head begin to turn back.

You clenched around him at his demand. Submitting to him was more pleasing than you had anticipated. Jonathan slipped his fingers out and quickly undressed. However, silently he retrieved the camcorder from his jacket pocket and turned it on without a sound. A relieved exhale left your lips as you heard him rip open the wrapper and snap on his rubber.

The tip of his cock is pressed against your entrance and you murmur out. Slowly, he pushed his thick member inside of your squeezing walls.

“You like that baby?” Jonathan cocked an eyebrow as he slowly buried his cock completely inside of you.

“Yeah Johnny, so good…” you lightly moaned, your eyes fluttered back as you adjusted to his size.

“Fuck baby, should have let me fuck you sooner” Jonathan chuckled as he slowly began to pump his size in and out of you, his fingertips rubbed near your clit.

You hummed out in response, hips rocking back as you quickly matched his rhythm. He held the camera right above you as he rocked his hips back and forward. Occasionally he would direct the device to the back of your head as you moaned out in pleasure. He made sure to give you plenty of compliments to keep you satisfied.

“Like my cock?” Jonathan grumbled

“Yeah Jon, I like it a lot” you admitted carelessly.

“Should we do this more often?” Jonathan chuckled darkly.

“Yeah” you gasped as he hit your g-spot.

Repetitively, his head brushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, your walls clenched heavily around him.

“Oh Jonathan!” You cried out, hands gripped like iron onto the bed sheets as he pounded into you.

Without even anticipating it, your high crashed over you. You screamed out in ecstasy, your hips rocking impulsively back onto his twitching cock. By how tightly his cock squeezed around you, he quickly came hard, his heavy load of cum swiftly begun to drip out of his condom.

“Fuck baby! So good, so fucking good” Jonathan praised as he slipped his length out of your soaking entrance.

He was the first guy to ever get you to finish. But you weren’t going to give him the glory by telling him that. You panted heavily, gasping for air, eyes closed shut.

“Smile for the camera baby” Jonathan grinned widely.

Your head shot back and you shrieked as you flipped yourself around and covered your body.

“Jon-Jonathan! What the fuck!” you yelped.

“What!” He mocked your tone and pitch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! Turn it off!” You demanded, a mixture of panic and fury in your voice.

“No, no… Need to be sure we’ll be doing this again” Jonathan laughed heavily, a stern tone in his gleeful voice.

“Jonathan please!” You begged, your body trembled and eyes swelled.

Jonathan sighed and switched the camera shut. He pouted at you as he reached for his boxers and slipped them on without breaking eye contact with you. Gradually, he crawled onto the bed, the camcorder now placed on the floor.

“Come on, we were having so much fun, weren’t we?” Jonathan whispered, taking your body in his arms. He planted his lips onto your neck.

“Yeah…” you sniffled. Jonathan moaned in agreement, your eyes remained fixed on the camcorder as he worshiped your body.

“It’s not like I want to show anyone anyways…” He reassured, his hands trailing over your curves. “I don't want other guys ogling you” he continued, the possessiveness and jealousy dripping out of his words. After a short moment of silence, Jonathan looked into your eyes. “So, same time tomorrow?” He smirked at you.

“Fuck off” you muttered and shoved his hands off you.

Jonathan laughed lightly and slid off the bed. Quickly, he slid on his clothes, making sure to wave the camcorder at you before he slid it into his pocket. “See you then, in the meantime I’ll be watching our film” he smirked before picking up your robe and throwing it in your direction.

There was no farewell from you, he quickly left, not forgetting his hat before taking off on his bike.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #smut #dark smut #jonathan breech x reader #jonathan breech #on the edge #cillian murphy kinktober #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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clegfly · 3 months ago

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OUGH FINALLY FINISHED MY FIRST PROPER FANART FOR THE @omorithedreamermod PRELUDE… AT LAST!!!! Had this done for a while but kept putting off doing the background. Not the biggest fan of how it turned out in the end but we BALL!!!!!

Anyways. Below is a sappy little ramble about how much this mod means to me so. 👇👇

I’m not sure how to begin this without sounding REALLY corny, but this mod means the absolute world to me. It is my genuine opinion that it is equal in quality, effort, passion, talent and impact to the base game so far.

I’ve been in the modding community for omori for a while (since late 2021 I believe?) and I’ve never been actually active in it, but as I watched more mods being developed I always wanted to see something like the dreamer- a faithful continuation that both felt like omori, but had its own identity too. When I first played the demo back in December, I felt genuinely overjoyed at what I was playing, because the dreamer achieves what it sets out to do so so perfectly- it is extremely faithful to the game.

Every little detail, dialogue and secret brought me back to experiencing omori for the first time all the way back in 2021. Feeling for these characters in the same raw way I did back when I experienced their story for the first time years ago, in a way I never thought I could again. Seeing the game I loved, the characters I loved, the world I had fixated on being given the promise of rejuvenation in that demo brought me indescribable excitement- and then the prelude came out.

And the prelude was even BETTER. I’ve mentioned it a few times, but for the prelude, I actually decided to record my play through, something I’d never done before! It was mainly for note-taking purposes for analysis (expect a big one on stranger at some point…), but I’ve found that for the past couple weeks when I’ve been listening back to those recordings, listening to my commentary, I can’t help but notice the pure emotion and joy in each thing I said. This mod made me SO happy I can’t even put it into words.

Otomerson, and everyone else that worked on this masterpiece, I actually cannot express how amazing and brilliant each and every one of you are. You brought this game which I didn’t know I could love and appreciate any more than I already did new life for me, and you let me, and so many others, play it for the first time again, experience the story and observe these wonderful characters for the first time again, cry for the first time again. It was so moving, so fun, so beautiful- like GOD I sound SO CORNY but it’s the truth. You are so AWESOME. Be SO proud of what you’ve made!!!!!

I’m not sure how to end this- I don’t want it to be too long and too weird and sappy hehe but I haven’t felt like this since I first completed omori. The dreamer is a masterpiece and if you haven’t played it yet I HIGHLY recommend you do- you won’t regret it! I’m UNFATHOMABLY excited for December- I can’t wait to see what otomerson and the team make, and to finish this familiar yet new experience. Remember to pace yourself, everyone!!!! You’re all amazing!!!! :D

Anyways… this is DEFINITELY not gonna be the last the dreamer art I make so hopefully the next few will be better SHSJSJSJ I just didn’t want this simmering for too long… also here’s the lads without the background and lighting!!! Since I actually really like how they turned out…

Look at them!!! The sillies!!!!!!!

Anyways. Long post. Sorry HEJDJSJ. I’ll make more stupid doodles of these guys in the near future but for now here they are!!! Woo hoo!!!! Go play the dreamer!!!!!

#omori #omori au #omori mod #omori the dreamer #omori sunny #omori stranger #omori basil #god this mod…. oughhh #I tried to make sunny and basil look kind of. I don’t know hazy on purpose but it looks a little strange… ough #that’s okay thiugh!!! I’m still proud of this :))) even if the background is rushed…#my art

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cheriewoo · 8 months ago

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Hit After Hit | Jeong Yunho & Song Mingi.ft Wooyoung ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

Navigation | Kinktober List

☆ Day 18 : Just the tip

↬ [ Synopsis ] : As you're cooped up in stress while working on ATEEZ's title track, your bestie Wooyoung suggests a little game. Yunho and Mingi join in on the fun, helping to take your stress away while you cook up a banger title track for ATEEZ’s comeback.

☆Word Count : 3.8k ☆Genre : Smut, Ansgt, Idol Au. ☆Pairing : Idol! Yunho x Producer! F.Reader x Idol! Mingi ( alil bit of Wooyoung in the beginning)

☆☆☆WARNINGS : Smut, just the tip kink, angst, reader is stressed, work talks, Wooyoung the savior, neck kisses, edging, nipple paly, double penetration, praise, pet names(princess, doll, baby), unprotected sex ( wrap it up babies), Yunho and Mingi share you like a freaking baton rewarding you one after the other.

NOTE : Grinding hard to catchup my loves as my exams had a chokehold on me as I deliver Day 18 to you. Since you guys really loved Damsel In Stress with Yunho and Mingi, I am here with another one for you. Our doll-princess duo are back. Hope you enjoy it ma chéries.

Today marked the worst day of your life. Literally!

After a messed-up coffee order, an extremely heated feedback session with Eden, and the worst creative block ever, all you wanted was to lock yourself in your room and sleep the night away. But, sadly, sleep was the last thing on your long checklist of things to fix in ATEEZ’s new comeback song, and considering that, sleep probably didn’t even exist on that list.

With Hongjoong busy handling other aspects, Eden had entrusted you with the title track this time, and you happily accepted it. Given your track record of producing amazing work in the past, this opportunity was well-deserved.

But being entrusted with ATEEZ’s title song is no easy responsibility, and Eden wasn’t an easy boss to impress. Your creative block had really killed the best of your skills, and everything was off about the piece you presented. Hence, the feedback was fair in every possible way.

With every passing second, your frustration only grew as you scrapped everything the moment you put it down. With a two-day deadline to come up with a completely new, 100% successful piece, the blank slate in front of you didn’t help, and a sob choked out of your lips.

“Fuck!” you screamed, burying your head between your hands as you tried desperately to come up with new beats that would match the track’s vibe.

Suddenly, a pair of hands slipped onto your shoulders, gently massaging, and you felt a calming presence behind you. Of your roommate, Wooyoung.His hands gently massaged your shoulders as he spoke softly, “You’re pushing yourself too hard again, aren’t you?”

You took a deep breath, leaning back in your chair. "I don’t have a choice, Woo. The deadline’s in two days, and nothing’s working. Everything sounds wrong."

He hummed, his hand gently brushing through your hair. "You’re just stuck in your head. Take a break, reset, and come back with fresh ears."

"I can’t," you muttered, biting your lip in frustration. "There’s no time."

Wooyoung leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "There’s time for a little distraction. San and Yunho are coming over—movie night?" His voice was teasing but gentle.

You sighed. "I really shouldn’t, Woo—" Your mind felt too cluttered to even finish.

"Exactly why you should." He grinned, still massaging your shoulders. "Come on, we’ll make popcorn, watch something ridiculous, and you’ll feel better. Trust me."

You glanced at the screen, hesitation creeping in. "But the comeback... I can’t let the team down. Especially not with the title track."

Wooyoung paused, squeezing your shoulders. "You won’t. Eden trusts you, we trust you, and you should trust yourself too."

"But what if I mess it up? What if it’s not good enough?" you asked, doubt in your voice.

He smiled. "You’ve never let us down, even when you think you’re off. That’s why Eden gave you the title track. He knows you can do it, and so do I."

His words slowly eased the weight on your chest, and you exhaled.

“Look,” Wooyoung continued, “San , Mingi and Yunho will be here soon. We’ll watch something fun, reset, and tomorrow, you’ll crush it. I know you will.”

You chuckled softly. "Okay… but just for a little while."

Wooyoung lit up, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before eagerly pulling you up from the chair. "Let’s go!" he exclaimed, already dragging you toward the living room with excitement.

The movie truly turned out to be ridiculous. San passed out on the couch with his arm loosely draped over your shoulder, while Yunho and Mingi struggled to keep their eyes open on either side of you, and Wooyoung trying his hardest to endure the boring film. But the time away from the screen did clear your mind, a few fresh ideas began to emerge, and you weren’t feeling stuck anymore.

Carefully, getting your head off Woo’s shoulder and moving San’s hand off, you got up from between Wooyoung and Yunho, tiptoeing to your room.

Let’s finish this fucking piece already.

You felt motivated. But just for a while I guess as that motivation faded away into the night. Real soon.

As 30 minutes passed by, you found yourself back at square one, the blank slate laughing at you, mocking you through the screen. The fresh ideas you had turned out to be useless as you chewed on your lower lip in frustration.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the faint sound of your bedroom door opening and closing as three figures entered.

A tap on you shoulder had you jump out off your chair as Wooyoung, Yunho and Mingi stared at you. All three of them exchanged a knowing look between the three of them. Yunho was the first one to break silence, “Can we help you in anyway, pretty girl ?”

“I don’t know if even God could help me out of this fucking situation,” you cried, not literally. It was more like a cry for help as a pout formed on your lips. You needed something-anything- to focus, a gentle push in the right direction and distraction to take your mind of the looming deadline. That’s when Wooyoung chimed in with the most bizarre idea.

A year ago, when you joined KQ, you were one of ATEEZ's biggest fans, running a full-fledged fan page dedicated to them. Your life had taken a complete 180 when a mix of one of their songs caught Eden's attention, leading him to call you and offer you a small project. Two years later, you found yourself working on some of ATEEZ's biggest projects, becoming close friends with the boys and even sharing a flat with Wooyoung. It was a “just friends” vibe, filled with occasional flirting and playful touches, but nothing more… until now.

“We thought it might be fun to turn this into a little… game,” Wooyoung said, taking your laptop off the table and walked toward the bed. Your brow arched in curiosity as you glanced betwween Yunho and Mingi, who met your gaze with a smirk,their eyes shining with mischief. Yunho guided you to the bed, and Mingi followed behind you, a sleepy grin on his face.

Your mind was a mush of nervousness and excitement as you were excited as well to see where everything’s gonna go. Yunho freed himself of his clothes as he settled comfortably on the bed, tapping his lap invitingly. Wooyoung positioned himself to Yunho's right, while Mingi took his place on the left, creating a cozy but spicy atmosphere.

Confusion swirled within you, and although your mind urged you to stop, your body betrayed you. A shiver ran down your spine as Yunho’s hands began unbuttoning your night shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps whenever his fingertips playfully touched the front your chest.

“What’s running through your guys’ minds, huh?” you asked, your voice a mix of confusion and excitement, trying to shift off Yunho's lap. But he was quick to hold you in place, keeping you steady as Wooyoung knelt beside you, leaning in close as the mattress dipping beneath his weight.

“We thought you could use a little thrust after every progress you make on the mix,” Wooyoung explained, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “But you won’t be fully rewarded until you finish the song. Just the tip, baby. Ok ?” His voice was low and teasing, his warm breath brushing against your lips.

His lips, so close to yours, were impossible to resist. Your gaze flicked to them, and without missing a beat, Wooyoung captured your mouth in a hot, wet kiss, his hand firm on your jaw as you eagerly reciprocated. The kiss was brief but intense, leaving you flushed and breathless as he pulled away.

With a smirk, Wooyoung wiped the corner of his mouth and said, “I’ll leave the big boys to take care of you. Fighting, babe. You can finish this.” His voice held a playful encouragement as he slipped off the bed, making his way toward the door.

“But Woo… won’t you stay?” you asked, your lips still tingling from the kiss, eyes wide with anticipation.

“I really want to babe..but there is a kitten in the living room waiting for me.” Wooyoung shot you a cheeky grin, refering to our sleepy kitten, San who had dozed off earlier and with that he ran out the room leaving you with the big boys.

Yunho at this point had fully freed you off you clothes, which you only realised after cold air brushed against your naked form. Both Yunho and Mingi fully naked, sprawled on the the bed with you in between along with your tiny laptop.

All of this was happening a lil too quickly for you to make sense of it.The whole situation felt surreal, like a dream.Anyhow, whatever gets you to finish up the song track, i guess.

You settled into the rhythm of the game, your heart racing as you got started on the brass section, the boys providing just the distraction you needed to refocus. Yunho’s warm breath on your neck, his hands resting on your waist, and his body pressed up against yours radiated comforting warmth. Mingi sat beside you, his eyes gleaming with mischief as his large hands rubbed your soft thighs, occasionally squeezing them.

“You’ve got this, princess,” Yunho murmured against your ear, his lips brushing lightly against your skin as his hands slid lower, teasingly close but not quite enough to stop you from working.

You focused on the laptop, your fingers moving over the keys as you adjusted the mix. The brass section slowly began to take shape, but every shift of Yunho’s hips beneath you sent a shiver up your spine. It was hard to stay grounded in the music, especially when his hands tightened around you while Mingi’s fingers worked magic on your thighs.

“Work hard, doll. Finish it while we take care of you,” Mingi’s deep voice rumbled through you, sending another wave of heat to your core. Only you knew the struggle of resisting the urge to toss the laptop aside and give in to them completely.

The moment you hit “save,” completing the brass section, Yunho’s lips curled into a smirk. His hands pulled you closer against him, and his hips lifted slightly.

“First thrust, princess. Ready?” he whispered, his voice a low tease. He gave you a single, slow thrust, not fully bottoming out, just enough to make your breath hitch. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and your body instinctively arched into him as warmth spread through you. He held you close, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. “That’s your reward, princess.”

After a moment, he pulled out completely, leaving you whimpering at the sudden loss of fullness. With a smirk, he handed you over to Mingi like a baton in a relay race, ready for the chorus section.

You moved over to Mingi’s lap, the switch smooth but leaving you feeling light-headed and NO!, its not just from the work. His large, warm hands settled possessively around your hips, adjusting you on top of him with a firm grip. Yunho moved to your side, still within reach, his fingers brushing your arm left goosebumps in their wake.

Mingi’s lips ghosted over your shoulder, kissing the tattoo behind it as you began working on the chorus. And just like how the chorus elevates a song, Mingi took things up a level, rubbing the tip of his long, thick cock against your slippery folds.

“This is torture, you know.” you muttered, eyes never leaving the screen, feeling Mingi smile against your shoulder. The friction between your cunt and his cock created a delicious rhythm, pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

“Whatever keeps you working, princess,” Yunho teased, stealing a quick kiss that made you smile. His hand moved to Mingi's cock, applying just enough pressure to push the tip into your aching hole. You gasped audibly, blinking a couple of times, but Mingi pulled away before you could fully give in.

Mingi chuckled, the deep sound vibrating against your back, sending shivers through you. Yunho’s teasing and encouraging touches kept you on the edge, but they somehow helped you wrap up the chorus section.

The boys hummed in unison, approving the direction the song was going, giving you hope that you might actually finish it.

As you saved the chorus section, Mingi rewarded you with his first proper thrust. His hips moved slowly and deliberately, though he didn’t bottom out, stretching you just enough to make you feel the burn.A moan finally escaped your lips as your walls welcomed him in, your fingers gripping the laptop. The mix was saved, but your focus shattered.

“You’re so perfect, doll. In every fucking way.” Mingi murmured, his deep voice like velvet in your ear. “This title track’s gonna be a banger.” he added, as Yunho nodded with a genuine smile.

If only you got this kind of encouragement for every single project.You’d be unstoppable.

Next, lets add the drums.

This time you ended up between both of them. As your worked on the next section, Yunho hands made way down south as he found you aching clit, pinching it which had your hands tremble on the keyword from the intense sensation. A low gasp left your lips, but your refocused.

Mingi’s hands wiped the sweat the trickled on your forehead which was kinda ironic given the air condition was at it lowest. Moving a few stands of hairs away from your face his hand found your tatoo again. Guess he had found a new love for it as his hands traced softly on the tatoo.

As you added beats after beats in the drums section, Yunho’s fingers also moved with intensity, matching the beats somehow. His fingers (add something here)

While Mingi’s attention stayed on your tatoo, his one hand busy tracing, his other hand found you boobs. Cupped the left one, he gently squeezed it as you shuddered at the sudden attention there. His long fingers pinched you nipples as the intensity matched with Yunho intense rubs on your dripping cunt but he did not enter you, yet.

Finally you finished the drums section and were ready to earn your rewards and the boys were eager to give. Your gazed flicked, trying to make a decision. Technically you should go with Yunho to play fair but Mingi attracted you equally. So you decided to go with both as you settle in between them, with Yunho below you and Mingi on top of you. Their huge cocks, entered your both holes, stretching them deliciously as your toes curled, a loud moan escaped your lips while the two boys groaned. Not fully bottom out, just stretching you deliciously and after a while they pull out.

You sit up, eyes hazy from the beautiful sensation you just experienced. You needed that more. And not just teasing you wanted them to fuck your properly.

Your eyes burned with fire as you dramatically stretched you hands to bang out the second chorus and final touches, wanting to wrap it up for once and all. The boys chuckled at your antics but were equally impressed as the song fiinally taking shape amazingly.

This time, you sat between both of them. As you worked on the next section, Yunho’s hands traveled down south, finding your aching clit. He pinched it gently, sending tremors through your body and causing your fingers to tremble on the keyboard from the intense sensation. A low moan escaped your lips, but you forced yourself to refocus.

Mingi’s hand brushed the sweat trickling down your forehead, which felt ironic given that the air conditioning was set to its lowest. He moved a few strands of hair away from your face, his fingers tracing your tattoo once more. It seemed he had developed a newfound affection for it ashe softly traced the inky piece.

With each beat you added to the drum section, Yunho’s fingers moved with increasing intensity, matching the rhythm somehow. He pressed down firmly on your clit, his fingers dancing and teasing, heightening the sensations building within you.

While Mingi's attention remained on your tattoo, one hand tracing it gently, the other found your breast. He cupped your left one, squeezing it gently as you shuddered from the sudden attention. His long fingers pinched your nipple, the intensity aligning perfectly with Yunho's passionate rubs on your dripping cunt, but neither of his fingers fully entered you,yet.

Finally, you finished the drum section and were ready to earn your rewards, and the boys were eager to give.

Your gaze flicked back and forth, trying to make a decision. Technically, you should go with Yunho to play fair, but Mingi attracted you just as much.

So you chose both of them.

You settled in between them, with Yunho below you and Mingi above. Their huge cocks entered both your holes, stretching you deliciously as your toes curled and a loud moan escaped your lips, ripping out groans from both the boys. They didn’t fully bottom out, just stretching you exquisitely, and after a while, they pulled out.

You sat up, eyes hazy from the beautiful sensations you had just experienced. You craved more. Not just teasing, you wanted them the whole experience, you wanted them to fuck you properly.

Your eyes burned with determination as you dramatically stretched your hands to bang out the second chorus and final touches, wanting to wrap it up once and for all. The boys chuckled at your antics, but they were equally impressed as the song finally took shape beautifully. It had the Ateez vibe. Almost.

Lets go!

The second chorus part wrapped up in a swoosh as the boys exchanged amazed looks, seeing you fully in the zone. Your fingers quickly worked on the keyboard, layering and layering more and more, bringing the whole piece together. Everything was aligning perfectly as hope surged inside you; the piece turned out beautifully. You were fully confident now that Eden would be so proud and satisfied once he listened to this.

Wrapping up the chorus and adding final touches to the track, you looked at the boys, your eyes requesting them to keep working and finish it out. They both chuckled as they let you continue.

A smile adorned Mingi’s face, his eyes holding adoration for you and your determination. He remembered the first day he saw you in the KQ building when Eden brought you in, and now seeing your work on your title track made him so happy. He had always found you cute and wondered if you were single or not.

Yunho’s mind also ran a reel of memories where you celebrated with them after every one of their comebacks. Your smile had imprinted in his mind, and your laughter rang in his ears. How amazing those times were, he thought, as he eagerly waited for this comeback to become a banger so you could join them again.

“Done!!!” you shouted, your hands up in the air. Your scream pulled them out of their thoughts. “Wanna listen?” you asked, eagerly waiting for them to say yes.

After they finished listening, they were truly in awe of how your little head could come up with such amazing stuff and also proud that you could bang out the whole track in one single night.

“Now shall we return to what we left unfinished?” Yunho asked, his eyes playfully narrowed at you, awaiting your approval. You nodded eagerly.

With that, not wasting a single second, Mingi captured your lips.

Mingi’s lips were warm against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You melted into the kiss, feeling the weight of the night’s hard work slip away as the tension in the air shifted to something much more intimate. His big hands held your face, deepening the kiss as he pulled you closer. You could feel Yunho’s gaze on you, a mix of hunger and amusement in his eyes as he watched the two of you.

“Careful there, Mingi,” Yunho teased, his voice a low growl. “Don’t make her forget all the hard work she just did.”

Mingi chuckled against your lips, the sound vibrating through you and making you smile. “Oh, I think she’ll remember, especially when I’m done with her.”

Breaking the kiss, Mingi leaned back slightly to meet your eyes, “You ready for round two?” he asked, his voice laced with lust.

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “More than ready,” you admitted, glancing at Yunho, who looked like he was holding back a smile.

“That’s like my pretty doll.” he said, moving closer.

With that, Mingi shifted you to the side, allowing Yunho to slide behind you. You settled back against him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop you. His hands found your waist, guiding you as he leaned in to kiss your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Mingi wasted no time as he gave his cock a few storkes before he lined himself against your dripping entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside, stretching your delicoulsy again and he leaned in to capture your lips again. Yunho’s hands guided your hips to his throbbing cock, gently lining himself at your asshole he filled you in as well.

“Let’s see how well you can multitask with both of us filling you, princess.” Yunho whispered against your ear, his breath warm and inviting.

With Mingi's steady thrusts and Yunho's rhythmic movements, you felt the world around you begin to fade away. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, your body caught in a delicious rhythm between the two of them. Mingi's kisses grew more intense, igniting a fire within you, while Yunho's fingers gripped your waist, guiding you to meet their thrusts as you became lost in the sensations.

“You are taking us so well, doll,” Mingi murmured against your lips, his breath hot and heavy.

You moaned in response, unable to form words as pleasure built within you, the tension in your core tightening with each thrust and all the teasing you had endured the whole night. Yunho's voice in your ear only intensified the pleasure. “Come for us, princess. You deserve it after that whole night of work.”

The way they filled you was intoxicating, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel the warmth pooling deep inside you, a sweet release that was just within reach.

With every thrust, every kiss, every word that left their lips you were pushed closer to the edge, making your heart race.

Finally, with a few more deep thrusts and the sound of Mingi's low growls mingling with Yunho's soft whispers, the tension inside you snapped. You cried out, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless.

“I’m—oh my god,Ugh this feels heavenly.” you gasped, the world filled with bliss as you felt them both gently pull out of you, as they found their own release and covered you stomach and back with white ribbons of hot cum.

As you recovered from the release, Wooyoung barged in, his hair and face a mess, proof of the wild night he had with San in the living room. His eyes were already closed, as if he assumed you’d be in some intimate position. “Want an early morning snack, guys?” he asked. Your eyes flicked to the clock, it was 5 AM in the morning.

Wow! That was a long-ass session.

“Yes, please. I am starving,” you replied dramatically, earning a chuckle from both Yunho and Mingi as you all dressed and made your way outside the room to the kitchen.

Later that day, you found yourself standing in front of Eden, your heart racing as you handed over the final piece. The anticipation was almost unbearable as you watched him, his expression unreadable while he listened carefully.

Finally, as the track came to an end, Eden leaned back in his chair, a small but approving smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “This is solid work. This will be on the album for sure.” he said, his voice carrying the praise you had been waiting for. And just like that, relief and pride washed over you. All the hard work, the sleepless night, it was worth it.

You couldn’t help but grin, the weight of the project finally lifting off your shoulders.

Gotta thank Wooyoungie and the boys for being such good focus buddies.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

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rachelsfav-queer · 9 months ago

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Wednesday: I really don’t see what this all has to do with the bouquet of flowers you offered me, Enid. Quite frankly, you seem to be acting stra-

Enid: *fed up* I LIKE YOU!! THAT’S WHAT IT HAS TO DO WITH IT! I LIKE YOU WEDNESDAY AND I WANT TO KISS YOU!! I WANT TO KISS YOU ALL OVER YOUR STUPID, SHARP FACE! THIS! IS! A DATE!!

Enid: I’VE BEEN TRYING TO ASK YOU TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND BUT YOU’RE THE MOST CLUELESS PERSON ON EARTH AND THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING BECAUSE I EXIST!!

Enid: I WANNA BE YOUR FRICKING GIRLFRIEND!!!

Enid is left panting from screaming so much and Wednesday is left flabbergasted, mouth wide open and her face bright red. As literal months of missed flirting and misinterpreted gestures pass by her eyes in less than a second, Wednesday realizes how true Enid’s statement was, as harsh as it may have been. She truly was the most clueless person on earth, perhaps even on the astral plane as well. Just as Enid is about to storm off, Wednesday speaks.

Wednesday: Enid. I apologize for unwittingly putting you through this torture of trying to get through my admittedly thick skull and confess your feelings towards me. I’m ashamed to share any trait in common with that socially inept gorgon you call an ex boyfriend…

Enid: *interrupting sadly* Wends… I didn’t mean that whole, clueless thing. I just… my emotions got a bit ahead of me, I’m sorry. You’re not-

Wednesday: But I am, am I not? I’ve been completely clueless to your advances and looking back, it’s certainly not from a lack of trying on your part. I wish I could’ve noticed your affections earlier, so that I may have told you that they are returned in full by me.

Enid: *starstruck* Wow… well, I’m super glad that you feel the same way about me, Wends. And just for the record, trying to court you has been like, a thousand times more enjoyable than it was with Ajax. At least you were aware enough to go along with everything I had us do, he was barely aware I was even talking to him half the time. Again, he’s cute, but very clueless.

Wednesday was caught on one part of Enid’s sentence.

Wednesday: Court me? You want to court me, Enid?

Enid: *smirks and giggles* Of course, silly! I would absolutely love to get the chance to sweep you off your feet! Just like you deserve, cutie! *winks*

Wednesday: *blushes, smiles* Oh, mi loba. I would love nothing more than to be swept away by your affections. What a fitting proposal for an Addams, being courted by such a beautifully deadly creature as you, Enid.

Enid: *extends her hand* Well then, mi luna, will you allow me to court you? Prove myself worthy of your divine beauty?

Wednesday: *takes her hand* As if you haven’t already proven it by saving my life. But yes, please woo me, Enid.

On the other side of the graveyard, Yoko and Divina are watching the interaction, eating popcorn and drinking soda.

Yoko: Wow, that was literally the gayest shit I’ve ever seen.

Divina: Yeah, that was harder to watch than you trying to be flirty with me before we started dating, baby.

Yoko: *spluttering* I- you- you said! But-

Divina cuts her off with a kiss.

Divina: Shh, you’re cuter when you’re quiet. *winks*

Yoko somehow blushes bright red.

End <3

(Note: Sorry this was so damn long lol. I just couldn’t get the idea out of my head of Enid courting Wednesday, so I had to add some plot to it. Hope y’all enjoyed!)

#my writing #wenclair #incorrect wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #yokovina #yoko tanaka #divina wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday season 2 #the addams family #addams family #jenna ortega #emma myers #naomi j. ogawa #johnna dias watson

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midnight--sadness · 2 months ago

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“Okay,” Jung-bae said gently. “Just calm down. You can’t smoke to calm down anymore, so try deep breathing or… count to ten or whatever pregnant people do.”

“I’m going to be the talk of my ex-wife’s garden club until I die,” Gi-hun moaned, collapsing onto the couch.

“Come on, buddy,” Jung-bae said, patting his shoulder. “No use spiraling. Let’s just figure this out logically, yeah? Start by mapping them out.” He went to a corkboard covered in tickets and various photographs and took them down stacking them neatly before producing sticky notes and tacks as if they were detectives. “You said four alphas, some you know, some you don’t—five days, four mistakes. Let’s go in order. Who was first?”

Gi-hun scratched his cheek. “Sang-woo,” He muttered. Then, because of course it needed clarification, “Cho Sang-woo.”

Jung-bae froze mid-tack, his eyebrows crawling up into his hairline. “Cho Sang-woo? The Cho Sang-woo? The pride of Ssangmun-dong? That Cho Sang-woo?”

Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. “What, is there another one?”

Jung-bae shook his head slowly, like he could not believe what he was writing as he scribbled the name down. The tack made a particularly judgmental squeak as he pinned it to the board. “I’m just surprised. I know you two were like childhood sweethearts or whatever, but from the few times we’ve gone out for drinks I’ve seen him smile exactly once, and it looked like it hurt him physically.” He glanced over. “So, when you two finished, did he give you a performance review or…?”

He ducked just in time to dodge the flying shoe.

“If anyone should be questioning the decision,” Gi-hun said, “It’s Sang-woo! He could have far more suitable omegas. Goodness knows his mother only talks about it every time I come by her stall. ‘My Sang-woo is the most eligible bachelor—handsome and rich!’”

“He could,” Jung-bae agreed instantly.

The other shoe flew through the air.

“Okay! Okay! Moving on!” Jung-bae yelped, scribbling like his life depended on it. “Second alpha?”

“In-ho,” Gi-hun said, arms crossed tight. “Hwang In-ho.”

Jung-bae nodded, writing it down. “Someone we don’t know. Progress. Got an age? Occupation?”

“Forty-five. Two years younger than me. He’s a cop.”

Jung-bae stopped mid-letter. “You slept with a cop? What if it was a sting? What if he thought you were—”

“I’m not a criminal!” Gi-hun snapped. “The only arrest on my record was from—” He stopped himself, mouth shutting with a click.

Jung-bae raised one slow, unimpressed eyebrow.

“It wasn’t for prostitution, I’ll tell you that,” Gi-hun muttered, waving him off.

“Alright, alright,” Jung-bae said, sticking it to the board. “Third alpha?”

“I don’t know his name,” Gi-hun mumbled, suddenly very interested in a frayed thread on the couch cushion.

The pen dropped.

“You don’t know—?”

“But!” Gi-hun sprang up and grabbed the pen and one of the sticky notes. “I can draw his face.”

Moments later, he stepped back to reveal a truly tragic sketch: a face with massive round eyes, cartoonish lips and parted dark hair.

Jung-bae stared at it. Blinked. “Great. We’ll print these out. Tape them to lampposts. Wanted: Alpha Baby Daddy. Likes long walks and kissing with these lips apparently—”

“Shut up!” Gi-hun threw himself back onto the couch.

“Last one?”

Gi-hun sighed. “Jun-ho.”

“Okay, cool—”

“Hwang Jun-ho.”

Jung-bae looked up sharply. “That’s… that’s a funny coincidence.”

Gi-hun did not look at him. “It’s uh. Not a coincidence. That’s In-ho’s little brother.”

Silence.

Jung-bae stared at the cork board. Then at Gi-hun. Then at the cork board again, like it might rearrange itself into something more reasonable.

“...You slept with two brothers. Two. Brothers.”

Gi-hun covered his face with a pillow and screamed into it. Then he pulled it away and moaned in despair,”I didn’t know that until after the fact I swear!”

OR: Omega Gi-hun spends a particularly nasty heat with four different alphas, Sang-woo, In-ho, Jun-ho, and the Salesman, and gets pregnant and then has to find out who the father is.

THIS IS EVERYTHING I COULD POSSIBLY WANT AND MORE!!! 🙏🙏

anon if u write this into a fic, i will give u my first born 😩🙌 i need to know how and why gihun transitioned from one man to the next! 🥹

also, four alphas in five days, damn gihun.... even during a heat, that's crazy lmao donna sheridan final boss

#asks #yapping 4ever #squid game #seong gi-hun #hwang in-ho #inhun #457 #ginho #cho sang-woo #sangihun #hwang jun-ho #junhun #the salesman #ddakhun #saleshun #mpreg #abo dynamics #park jung-bae #gihun's harem

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novaursa · 6 months ago

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The Second Daughter (the flight)

- Summary: You were born as a second daughter under the watchful eye of a full moon. And just like the moon you were beautiful—and cursed to exist only in the dark.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Jason Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: the promise

- Next part: eyes of the realm

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @l3thal-l0lita @ninihrtss @barnes70stark

Excerpts from Fire and Blood: The Life of Y/N Targaryen

The Courtship of Jason Lannister and Princess Y/N

Grand Maester Mellos records:

"In the weeks following the royal family’s departure from Casterly Rock, the bond between Princess Y/N Targaryen and Lord Jason Lannister did not wane but instead grew stronger, despite the distance that separated them. Jason, ever attentive, continued to send tokens of his affection—thoughtfully chosen gifts that spoke to the Princess’s unique circumstances and tastes.

Among these were vials of rare perfumes from the Reach, their scents carefully described by the accompanying notes, and fine silks that she could feel and appreciate through touch. Most notably, Jason sent fresh bundles of the same flowers he had gifted her during the gardens at The Red Keep, their fragrance a clear reminder of his devotion. The court took notice of these gestures, murmuring among themselves about the persistence of the Lord of Casterly Rock and his unusual attentiveness to the blind princess.

Though Jason’s letters were undoubtedly written with care, he refrained from addressing the Princess directly in writing, knowing she could not read them herself. Instead, he wrote to King Viserys and Princess Rhaenyra, formally reiterating his proposal and pledging his loyalty to the Targaryen crown."

Mushroom recounts:

"I swear on my hump, Jason Lannister is a man who knows how to woo a woman! Not with empty words, mind you, but with gifts so thoughtful they’d melt even the coldest of hearts. The perfumes! The silks! The flowers! Oh, how the court buzzed with gossip about each new delivery.

One day, I saw the Princess herself, seated in the gardens with her Septa and her sworn shield, holding a freshly arrived bundle of flowers. She lifted them to her nose, a small smile gracing her lips, and said, ‘He remembers.’ I tell you, her words set the court ablaze! Some said she was smitten; others claimed she was merely being polite. But I knew better. That smile spoke volumes, my friends—more than any letter could.

And when the news broke that the Princess had accepted Jason’s proposal, the realm went wild! It was as if a dragon had taken flight over the Seven Kingdoms. Every lord and lady from Dorne to the Wall had something to say about it, most of it envious whispers or loud complaints about Jason’s audacity to charm not one, but two Targaryen princesses."

The Wedding Announcement

Septa Rhaedis writes:

"After much deliberation and consultation with his council, King Viserys I decreed that the weddings of his daughters—Princess Rhaenyra to Ser Laenor Velaryon and Princess Y/N to Lord Jason Lannister—would take place on the same day. The decision, though controversial, was made to solidify alliances across the realm and to celebrate the unity of House Targaryen with its strongest vassals.

This announcement, while met with joy in some quarters, sparked widespread debate. The idea of the younger Princess marrying a man of Jason Lannister’s reputation unsettled many, particularly among the court in King’s Landing. Queen Alicent, though ever the picture of decorum, was said to have privately expressed concern about the pairing, particularly given the political implications.

Nevertheless, the King’s will was final, and preparations for the joint wedding began in earnest. The date was pushed back by one moon’s turn to allow for the grandeur such an event demanded. The court buzzed with excitement, and whispers of the festivities reached even the farthest corners of the realm."

Mushroom’s version:

"Now, here’s where it gets interesting, dear readers! Jason Lannister, sitting pretty at his golden Rock, didn’t wait for a raven from King’s Landing to hear the news. Oh no, the whispers of his betrothal to Princess Y/N reached him long before that, carried by merchants, minstrels, and meddling lords who couldn’t keep their tongues still.

I imagine Jason sitting there, smug as a lion with a fresh kill, grinning ear to ear as his bannermen scrambled to offer their congratulations. ‘The Princess is mine,’ he must’ve thought. And who could blame him? The man had secured not only a match with the most unique and beloved of the Targaryen sisters but also the King’s blessing to boot!

Of course, some claim he celebrated the news with a grand feast, while others insist he sent gifts to King Viserys and Princess Y/N immediately, reaffirming his gratitude and devotion. Whatever the truth, one thing was clear: Jason Lannister had won a prize few would ever dare to dream of, and he knew it."

Grand Maester Mellos concludes:

"Thus, the stage was set for a union that would reshape the political landscape of the realm. The joint weddings of Rhaenyra and Y/N promised to be a spectacle unrivaled in the history of Westeros, a moment where love, duty, and ambition converged beneath the dragons’ wings. Whether this union would bring peace or further ignite the simmering tensions within the realm remained to be seen, but one thing was certain: the realm would never forget the day House Targaryen and House Lannister came together in such a grand display of power and unity."

The sun was high over the golden spires of Casterly Rock when the first whispers reached Jason Lannister. A merchant caravan had arrived from King’s Landing, its leader a boisterous man who carried tales of royal decrees and alliances forged. Jason had been in the solar, overseeing the accounts of his mines, when the steward knocked on the door with the news.

“My lord,” the steward began, his voice hesitant, “there are rumors—whispers, really—coming from King’s Landing.”

Jason looked up from the ledger, his green eyes narrowing. “Rumors are worth less than a clipped coin,” he replied sharply. “Speak plainly.”

The steward swallowed hard, stepping closer. “It is said, my lord, that the Princess Y/N has accepted your proposal and that the King has announced your betrothal to the court.”

Jason’s quill froze mid-stroke. He leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a smile he struggled to suppress. “Whispers, you say?” he mused, though the excitement in his voice betrayed him.

“Aye, my lord,” the steward confirmed. “And more. It is said the King plans to hold your wedding alongside that of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor Velaryon. A grand event, they’re calling it.”

Jason stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. He strode to the window, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed out at the sprawling Westerlands below. “And how credible are these whispers?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost contemplative.

“Credible enough that the lords of the West are already talking,” the steward admitted. “I thought it best you know before a raven arrives.”

Jason turned back to the steward, his smile now fully formed. “You’ve done well,” he said, his tone warm. “See to it that the merchants are rewarded for their news. Generously.”

The steward bowed quickly and left, leaving Jason alone with his thoughts. For a moment, he stood there, his gaze distant. Then, with a sharp exhale, he called for his personal attendant.

When the young man appeared, Jason was already pacing. “Prepare the hall for a feast tonight,” he ordered. “No, prepare the entire Rock. Wine, food, music—I want every corner of this castle celebrating before the sun sets.”

The attendant blinked, clearly startled. “A feast, my lord? May I ask what we are celebrating?”

Jason paused, his expression softening. “The future,” he said simply. “Now, go.”

As the day wore on, the whispers spread like wildfire through the castle. By the time the sun set below the horizon, every bannerman and servant within Casterly Rock knew the news: Jason Lannister was to marry Princess Y/N Targaryen. The great hall was alive with activity, its golden banners fluttering in the breeze as servants rushed to prepare the feast.

Jason entered the hall that evening dressed in his finest, his eyes bright with pride. The room erupted in cheers as he strode to the high table, his bannermen rising to toast him.

“Lord Lannister!” one of his knights bellowed, raising a goblet. “Soon to be husband to a dragon! The Seven smile upon you, my lord.”

Jason laughed, lifting his own goblet. “If the Seven have granted me this fortune,” he replied, “then I’ll toast to them every day for the rest of my life.”

As the night wore on, Jason found himself surrounded by well-wishers and sycophants, each eager to share in his triumph. Yet his thoughts kept returning to you, to the serene smile that had haunted his dreams since the moment he left King’s Landing. He could almost hear your voice, soft and steady, as you thanked him for the flowers and silks he had sent.

When the hall grew quieter, Jason leaned back in his chair, tracing the rim of his goblet with his thumb. His gaze drifted to the simple necklace hanging beneath his doublet—a token you had given him before he departed from the Red Keep. He smiled faintly, his mind already racing with plans for the days to come.

“Soon,” he murmured to himself. “Soon, you’ll be here, and this will be your home.”

For the first time in years, Jason felt truly content. The road ahead might be fraught with challenges, but for now, he allowed himself to bask in the victory he had so desperately sought—and the promise of a future that felt as golden as the halls of Casterly Rock.

The sun poured through the windows of the solar in Maegor’s Holdfast, casting light you felt on your skin and onto the embroidery frame set before you. Your fingers worked deftly, guiding the needle and thread with a precision that seemed almost magical to those who watched. The small, delicate shape of a dragonfly was beginning to take form—a gift for your younger half-sister, Helaena, whose fascination with all things that flutter and crawl was well known.

Seated nearby, Aegon and Aemond played with small wooden dragons, their laughter occasionally breaking the serene quiet of the room. Aemond, ever eager to win his brother’s approval, narrated an imaginary battle between their toys, his voice rising and falling with enthusiasm. Aegon, sprawled across a cushioned bench, seemed less interested in the game and more intent on watching you.

“You’re always making something for Helaena,” Aegon observed after a moment, his tone faintly accusatory.

You smiled softly, your fingers never faltering as you guided the needle. “Helaena loves dragonflies,” you said simply. “She’ll be happy when she sees it.”

Aemond looked up from his dragons, his violet eyes wide with curiosity. “Do you think she’ll wear it, Y/N?” he asked, his voice earnest.

“I hope so,” you replied, tilting your head slightly toward him. “But even if she doesn’t, I’ll be glad she has something made just for her.”

Aemond nodded solemnly, returning to his game. Aegon, however, continued to frown, his brow furrowed as he watched you work.

“Why do you care so much about making her happy?” he asked, his tone sharper now. “She doesn’t make things for you.”

You paused, your fingers stilling on the fabric for a brief moment before you turned your face toward him. “Because, Aegon, it’s not about what someone does for you. It’s about what you feel for them. Helaena is my sister, just as you and Aemond are my brothers. That’s reason enough.”

Aegon snorted, clearly unimpressed with your answer. “I still think it’s a waste of time,” he muttered, leaning back on the bench.

You resumed your work, your voice calm but firm as you said, “And I think you might feel differently if someone took the time to make something for you.”

Aegon opened his mouth to retort but was interrupted by Aemond, who had grown bored of his dragons and now looked up at you with a bright smile. “Y/N,” he said eagerly, “will you make something for me, too? Maybe a dragon?”

You smiled warmly, nodding. “Of course, Aemond. I’ll make you the finest dragon in all the Seven Kingdoms.”

Aemond beamed, clearly delighted, while Aegon rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath. After a moment, however, his expression shifted, his lips pressing into a thin line as he studied you.

“Do you want to marry him?” Aegon asked suddenly, his tone blunt.

You blinked, surprised by the question. “Marry who, Aegon?” you asked gently, though you already knew the answer.

“Jason Lannister,” he said, his voice tinged with distaste. “Everyone keeps talking about it like it’s already done.”

You set down your needle carefully, turning your full attention to him. “The King has given his blessing,” you said softly. “And I’ve accepted Lord Jason’s proposal. Yes, I will marry him.”

Aegon scowled, crossing his arms. “But why him? He’s—he’s so... proud. And loud. I don’t like him.”

You tilted your head slightly, your expression calm. “Have you talked to him, Aegon? Beyond casual greeting or a banter.” you asked gently.

“No,” he admitted, his scowl deepening. “But I’ve heard things.”

“What kind of things?” Aemond piped up, his eyes wide with curiosity.

“Bad things,” Aegon muttered, refusing to elaborate further.

You sighed softly, reaching out to place a gentle hand on Aegon’s arm. “Aegon,” you said quietly, “I know this is strange for you. It’s strange for me too. But Jason has been kind to me. He’s thoughtful and patient, and I believe he genuinely cares for me.”

Aegon frowned but said nothing, his gaze shifting to the floor. Aemond, however, looked up at you with a small smile. “If you like him, Y/N, then he must be good,” he said earnestly.

You smiled warmly, your fingers brushing lightly against Aemond’s cheek. “Thank you, Aemond,” you said softly. “That means a great deal to me.”

Aegon muttered something under his breath again, but he didn’t press the matter further. Instead, he leaned back on the bench, a sullen expression on his face as he watched you pick up your needle and thread once more.

The room fell quiet again, save for the soft hum of your voice as you began to hum a familiar lullaby. Aemond returned to his wooden dragons, and even Aegon seemed to relax slightly, though his gaze lingered on you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. For now, the matter was settled, but you couldn’t help but wonder how long it would remain so.

The familiar scent of the Dragonpit greeted you as you entered, the acrid tang of sulfur and aged stone mingling in the air. Your steps were light but sure, guided as always by Ser Lorent, who walked just ahead. His armor clinked softly with each movement, a comforting sound that steadied you as the Dragonkeepers approached.

“Princess,” one of them greeted, his voice low and reverent. “Silverwing awaits.”

You inclined your head slightly in acknowledgment. “Thank you. Please guide me to her.”

The Dragonkeeper stepped closer, his hand hovering just above your arm, ready to assist. You felt the faint change in the air as he led you further into the pit, the heat of the dragons’ breath brushing against your skin like a living thing. Silverwing’s presence loomed ahead, her steady breaths filling the vast space.

As you neared, a low, rumbling coo echoed from the great dragon, the sound resonating in your chest. You smiled softly, your voice warm as you called to her. “Silverwing, my dearest friend.”

The dragon’s reply was immediate—a soft growl of recognition that rumbled through the pit. You reached out instinctively, your hand finding the smooth, cool scales of her snout. Her warmth seeped into your skin, grounding you as you traced the familiar ridges with your fingertips.

“She’s always so gentle with you,” Ser Lorent observed, his voice tinged with admiration. “As if she understands.”

“She does,” you said simply, your tone steady. “She’s my eyes in the sky.”

Silverwing shifted slightly, her great body moving with care as the Dragonkeepers guided you to her side. The ladder to the saddle was secured, and one of them murmured, “She’s steady, Your Grace. She’ll wait for you.”

You nodded, your hand trailing along Silverwing’s flank as you found the ladder. “Thank you,” you said quietly, feeling for the first rung.

Ser Lorent stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. “I’ll be here, Princess. Should you need anything.”

You smiled faintly, your confidence unwavering as you began to climb. The leather of the ladder was warm beneath your hands, and you counted each rung as you ascended, your movements practiced and deliberate. Silverwing remained perfectly still, her massive form as unmoving as the stone around you.

When you reached the saddle, you settled yourself with care, your hands instinctively finding the reins. The familiar weight of the straps and buckles reassured you, and you took a deep breath, the scent of dragonhide and ash filling your lungs.

“Ready, Your Grace?” one of the Dragonkeepers called from below.

You nodded, your voice clear. “Ready.”

Silverwing shifted beneath you, her muscles coiling with restrained power. You leaned forward slightly, your hand brushing the smooth scales of her neck. “Take us up, my friend,” you murmured in High Valyrian. “Guide me.”

With a powerful beat of her wings, Silverwing launched herself into the sky, the rush of wind and heat enveloping you as the ground fell away. You held tight to the reins, trusting her completely as she climbed higher and higher, the city below shrinking into a patchwork of rooftops and winding streets.

The wind whipped through your hair, carrying with it the faint cries of gulls and the distant hum of life in King’s Landing. You tilted your head slightly, feeling the cool air shift around you as Silverwing leveled out, her flight smooth and steady. She moved with purpose, her instincts guiding her through the skies as if she knew exactly where you wished to go.

For a moment, you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of the flight wash over you. The rhythmic beat of Silverwing’s wings, the steady rise and fall of her body beneath you—it was as if you were one with her, seeing the world through her strength and grace.

“Take me to the cliffs,” you murmured softly, trusting Silverwing to understand.

The dragon responded with a subtle shift, her flight turning toward the coastline where the waves crashed against the rocky shore. You smiled, your heart lifting as you felt the freedom of the skies, a world without walls or limitations. Silverwing was your guide, your eyes, your companion—and with her, you were limitless.

Silverwing descended gracefully, her massive wings stirring the salty sea air as she landed on the wide, flat expanse of the cliff. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks below filled the air, mingling with the soft rumble of the dragon’s breath. As she came to a halt, you felt the shift in her weight beneath you, her body settling with careful precision.

The Dragonkeepers had taught you how to dismount safely even in the wildest of locations, and you did so now with the same practiced ease. Your hand brushed along Silverwing’s flank as you slid to the ground, the cool stone beneath your boots grounding you. You stood for a moment, taking in the sounds around you—the distant cries of gulls, the steady rhythm of the waves, the soft exhale of Silverwing’s breath.

“Thank you, my friend,” you said softly in High Valyrian, your voice carrying a warmth reserved only for her. Silverwing responded with a low rumble, the sound reverberating through your chest.

You walked a few steps away, your hand trailing along the rocky surface of the cliff until you reached the edge. The wind whipped past you, carrying the scent of salt and distant greenery. You tilted your head slightly, your unseeing eyes gazing toward the horizon as your mind drifted.

The events of the past year swirled in your thoughts like leaves caught in a tempest. So much had changed—your sister Rhaenyra’s betrothal, your own engagement to Jason, the endless whispers of court and the weight of your father’s decisions. Jason’s presence lingered most vividly in your mind, his deep voice and steady hand a constant source of intrigue and comfort. He had been patient, thoughtful, and kind, yet his ambition was unmistakable. You wondered if you could ever truly understand him, or if he could understand you.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as your thoughts deepened. Am I doing the right thing? The question echoed in your mind, unbidden but insistent. Marriage to Jason felt like stepping into the unknown, a leap of faith without the certainty of sight. Yet there was something about him—his steadiness, his sincerity—that gave you hope.

As the wind swirled around you, a sudden flash of light danced across your thoughts, an image so fleeting it left you questioning if it had been real. You saw—or perhaps felt—a great shadow looming over the land, its wings spreading wide as fire rained down below. A figure stood at its center, but their face was obscured, their form wreathed in flame and smoke.

The vision was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving you breathless. Your hand reached instinctively for the edge of the cliff, grounding yourself as you tried to make sense of what you had experienced. The air seemed heavier now, the cries of the gulls distant and muffled.

Silverwing let out a soft, questioning growl, her keen senses picking up on your unease. You turned back to her, your hand brushing over your temple as if to banish the lingering haze. “It’s nothing,” you murmured, more to yourself than to her. “Just… a passing thought.”

You approached her slowly, your fingers finding the familiar ridges of her scales. She shifted slightly, lowering her great head to your level, her presence both grounding and reassuring.

“I should return,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. “The skies are calling again.”

Silverwing let out a low rumble of agreement, and you climbed back into the saddle with a practiced grace. The cliffs fell away beneath you as she launched into the air once more, the wind carrying away your thoughts as you soared above the waves. Whatever the vision had been, it could wait—for now, you had the freedom of the skies and the strength of your dragon to guide you.

The courtyard of Casterly Rock was alive with activity as Jason Lannister prepared to depart for King’s Landing. Horses were being saddled, wagons loaded with supplies, and banners bearing the golden lion of House Lannister fluttered in the crisp morning air. The journey ahead was a long one, but Jason’s spirits were high, his mind focused on the days to come.

Jason stood beside his horse, adjusting the straps of his saddle. His eyes scanned the bustling scene before him, every detail meticulously arranged under his direction. The significance of this journey was not lost on anyone—this was no mere visit to the capital; it was the journey toward his wedding, a union that would elevate the name of House Lannister to new heights.

As he placed his hand on the reins, a familiar voice called out from behind him. “Jason, a moment before you ride off to claim your dragon bride.”

Jason turned to see his uncle, Lord Damon Lannister, approaching. Damon was a man well into his fifties, his once-blond hair now streaked with silver, but his eyes were sharp, and his presence commanded respect. He was dressed in riding leathers, his sword strapped to his hip, a reminder of the battles he had once fought in service to his house.

“Uncle,” Jason greeted, inclining his head. “Come to wish me well?”

Damon chuckled, stopping beside Jason’s horse. “Something like that. Though I must say, this whole affair has me… intrigued.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, his hand still resting on the saddle. “Intrigued how?”

Damon leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. “It’s not every day a Lannister weds a Targaryen. A blind princess, no less. You’ve done what many would consider impossible.”

Jason smirked, his green eyes gleaming. “Impossible is a matter of perspective, Uncle. She is a woman of strength and grace, and I am fortunate to have earned her favor.”

Damon nodded slowly, his gaze assessing. “And yet, the court will scrutinize every move you make. They’ll whisper about your ambitions, your intentions. Are you prepared for that?”

Jason straightened, his expression hardening. “Let them whisper. I have nothing to hide. My intentions toward Y/N are sincere, and I will prove my worth to her and to the crown.”

Damon’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “Spoken like a true lion. But remember, Jason, the Red Keep is a den of intrigue. Tread carefully, or you may find yourself ensnared.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jason replied, his tone firm. “And I appreciate your concern, Uncle.”

Damon clapped a hand on Jason’s shoulder, his grip firm. “Then go, nephew. Ride to King’s Landing and show them the strength of House Lannister. And for what it’s worth, I believe you’ve chosen well.”

Jason’s smirk softened into a genuine smile. “Thank you, Uncle. Your faith means more than you know.”

With that, Damon stepped back, allowing Jason to mount his horse. The lion banners were raised high as the Lannister procession began to move, their departure marked by the steady rhythm of hooves against stone. Jason glanced back once, his gaze lingering on the towering spires of Casterly Rock before turning forward, his thoughts already on the woman who awaited him in King’s Landing.

As they rode, his uncle’s words echoed in his mind. The Red Keep was indeed a den of intrigue, but Jason was ready. He was no mere suitor chasing a dream—he was a lion, and he was riding to claim his destiny.

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