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[gloomwitchwrites]

Poppy~!! I saw that you're taking requests now and I wanted to know, if reader had to pretend to be the spouse of a 141 member for a brief undercover mission, how do you think that would go? 🤭 I'm thinking maybe someone has a love they think is unrequited until they discover it isn't, someone else was indifferent to the act but ended up enjoying the scenario too much, another one maybe was just waiting for a chance to pin you down and this is a prime opportunity, and maybe someone else was already involved in a secret relationship and now they're "married", so it works out perfectly? Idk idk, this is my first time requesting anything from you and I am just so excited to see where you would take this idea! Thank you so much for your time, love ya!! 💖

Anon, I know you asked for this forever ago, but I never forgot about it! I certainly went the naughty route with this one. I hope that's okay! These men are thirsty, and they're salivating over the opportunity to be flirty and forward. Enjoy!

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Task Force 141 x 141!fem!reader

Content & Warnings: swearing, brief alcohol use, flirting, vaginal fingering, piv penetration, sex club, fake relationships, mutual pining, dirty talk, voyeurism

Word Count: 2.4k

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

“You clean up nice.”

“Not so bad yourself.”

Captain Price’s smile is sultry and glowing, his gaze hungrily devouring every inch of you. This is a mission. This man is your superior. And yet he’s always John to you. Your John. The man you love and secretly meet when others aren’t around.

Over his shoulder the setting sun bathes the ocean in a beautiful orange, almost as if the water is on fire. The two of you linger on a balcony overlooking the ocean, pretending that the two of you are married and in simple conversation. Within is a party. Live music. An open bar with flowing liquor. Waiters with hor d'oeuvres.

Malta is beautiful. It might be summer, but the air is surprisingly cool. The salty breeze sticks to your skin. John reaches out, brushes away a few salty flecks with the pad of his thumb. He brings it to his mouth, moaning softly.

“Be professional,” you scold with a teasing smile.

“I am,” he croons. “To them, you’re my wife.” He leans in, brushing his lips along your ear. “And my wife deserves attention.”

As his lips land on your throat, licking up the bit of wayward ocean salt, John’s hand delicately grasps your ass, squeezing.

“We have a job to do,” you murmur, grasping his arm, giving him more of your throat.

“We have the whole week. Target isn’t going anywhere. Not when he’s the honored guest.”

“Champagne?”

John draws back, shifting his stance to block your view of the waiter. “Thanks, mate,” grins John, snagging two flutes. He offers you one.

“This isn’t a vacation,” you chide, taking the flute. The bubbly liquid bursts and fizzes on your tongue.

“We’re in Malta. Staying in a castle. And I get to spend the week referring to you as my wife.” John takes your hand, his thumb brushing over the gold band on your finger. “Think I like this.”

“You think?”

John glances up, and your heart stops. “Would you like that? Wearing a band that marks you as mine?”

“John,” you breathe.

“Say yes,” he murmurs. “And we’ll go back to the room right now.”

“You’d risk the mission just to fuck me?”

“No question, love.”

John’s hand descends again, cupping your ass, squeezing roughly. “If you don’t want to go back to the room and fuck—”

“Oh, stop,” you giggle, smacking his chest.

“—then how about we have a dance.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

Your cheeks flame as you turn away from the faces in the room.

It’s not that any of them are really looking at you, or where Johnny’s hand is, or what he’s doing with his fingers. Nearly everyone else in the room is doing something lecherous—something dirty. Johnny is simply fitting in, pushing the agenda, making those around him believe that he’s fingering his wife and not his fucking teammate.

“You’re a fucking lucky man.”

You roll your eyes, and then stifle a moan as Soap pinches your clit between thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, aye,” croons Johnny, nipping your earlobe. “The luckiest.”

Burying your face in Soap’s neck, your breathing quickens, nails digging into his shoulder. A little moan escapes you, but it’s eclipsed by others who are much louder.

This wasn’t part of the mission. The mission was to attend this gathering, for Soap to be nothing more than a businessman seeking a lucrative deal, and you nothing more than his pretty arm candy. What wasn’t supposed to happen was a fucking orgy.

The target in question is sitting in a lounge chair next to Johnny, his mistress in his lap, legs spread open so the whole room can see her bouncing on his cock. They aren’t the only ones engaged in sexual activity. Most of the room is doing something, or they’re watching.

Noticing the shift, Johnny had dragged you into his lap, situating you so that he could easily finger-fuck you but no one would be receiving a show. For that, you’re thankful, but fuck, you weren’t expecting this, let alone enjoying it as much as you are.

With perfect precision, Soap rocks two fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit in tandem with his movements. The orgasm sprouts, blooms, explodes in color. You bite down on Soap’s shoulder to muffle the cry.

“She’s a lovely thing,” the target groans, and the blissful mood dissipates.

“Careful,” growls Soap. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”

You’re fake wife, you mentally correct. But you smile, preening with the way Soap stakes a claim.

Johnny’s hand starts up again, and you shiver.

“You’re doing so well, lass,” he whispers against your ear. “So fucking tight.” Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and Soap groans.

With his other hand, Johnny tugs at the front of his pants, opening the fly. Reaching down, you slip your hand underneath, grasping his cock. Johnny’s eyelids flutter, and when he looks at you, you understand the silent communication. Like everyone else in this room, the two of you will be expected to fuck.

Better him than a stranger.

Johnny helps, bringing you into his lap as your stroke him to hardness. This will never leave this room. You will never mention this to the rest of the team. As you sink down on him, Soap adjusts your dress, covering what’s happening beneath. You grasp the back of his neck, using it as leverage to come down on him as he pumps up into you.

You press your forehead against his, exchanging breaths.

“Making a proper wife of you,” he teases.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” you smile.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“We look good together.”

Kyle’s comment catches you off-guard. “What?” you laugh, pressing your hand to your fluttering stomach.

He saunters up beside you, lowering his head in an intimate familiarity. “Captain made the right call. Putting us together.”

You giggle, lightly pushing him with a carefully placed hand to the middle of his chest. “It’s pretend, Kyle. We’re bugging the place and then we’re leaving.”

“We can have a bit of fun,” he smiles, tapping the tip of your nose. “We’re married.”

His teasing and playful smile is warming something low in your belly. You’ve always had a soft spot for Garrick, but you’ve never pushed it any further than some light teasing.

“Fake married, sergeant.”

Kyle drapes his arm around your back and over your hip, pulling you in close. “Need to act like we love each other.” Slowly, and with such affection your heart skips a beat, Kyle presses his lips to your throat.

You twist out of his grasp, flustered and overwhelmed by the attention. But Kyle is all smiles, reaching for you again as the two of you walk up to the house. An “Open House” sign with an array of balloons is out front. Several groups of couples and realtors in suits linger out front chatting about the lawn. The house itself is large, bordering on mansion.

But you and Kyle aren’t there to house shop.

This home is owned by a wealthy businessman. He used to make his money on real estate, but now he’s shifted into drugs and weaponry. More lucrative. Under the table. This home is just one of many targets. The goal is to bug it.

There might be a “for sale” sign out front, but it’s for show. The property already has a buyer. This is just to make it look legit.

“Welcome. I’m Heather.”

Heather, the realtor, extends her hand. Kyle accepts it, keeping his other hand attached to your lower back.

“It’s a beautiful home,” replies Kyle. “Eager for a look.”

Heather beams. “It really is stunning, isn’t it?”

“How big are the bedrooms?” asks Kyle. “Plan on growing our family. Space is important.”

“You’ll love the master. Lots of room,” replies Heather, gesturing toward the open front door. “The rest of the bedrooms have a good range in size to be used as bedrooms for children. Office space. A nursery.”

“Hear that, love,” smiles Kyle. “Lots of options.”

“Sounds like we need to take a look,” you say with an easy smile, leaning into Kyle’s arm.

“Grab a refreshment and explore. Let me know if you have any questions.”

“Thank you,” nods Kyle, urging you further into the house.

When the two of you are out of earshot, you pinch his arm. “You’re having far too much fun.”

Kyle chuckles. “Don’t like the idea of me knocking you up?”

“Kyle,” you hiss, smacking his arm.

“They’d be cute little buggers.”

You smack him again.

“Could start now.”

You playfully dart away. “We have a house to bug,” you hiss.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“He likes a show.”

“I know,” you murmur, pressing closer to Simon’s chest.

He’s being a gentleman about the whole fucking thing, and for that, you’re thankful, but neither of you expected this when you agreed.

“Won’t come otherwise. Need him alone.”

You sigh, tapping your forehead against Simon’s bare chest repeatedly. “Why did he have to be a voyeur.” Simon’s rumbling chuckle is soothing.

He runs his hands up and down your back. “Promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Gentleness isn’t what I’m worried about,” you murmur. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

Simon’s arms tighten around you, his tone dropping to a teasing tone. “Think I won’t make you come?”

You bark a laugh, and then stifle it by smothering your face into his chest. “You’re not funny.”

“It’s only for a bit.” Simon grasps the back of your neck, drawing you back so he can gaze into your eyes. “All they know is that we’re married and we like it when people watch. Which is why the target is interested. We need him to watch us. To get comfortable. Let his guard down. The team will swoop in and take care of the rest.”

You inhale deeply. “I’m ready.”

“Are you?”

You nod, and Simon draws your mouth to his. It’s tender. Soft. A ghost of a touch. You open for him, and Simon dives in, tongue meeting tongue. You grow dizzy. Light-headed. When he breaks the kiss, you almost stumble.

Simon smirks. “You can pretend that you like me.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

You grasp his hand, pushing back the black curtain, revealing the dimly lit room. The edges of the room are all in shadow, but in the center, where the lone light illuminates, is an elevated platform. It’s covered in plush black velvet and pillows. An altar. You lead Simon to it, swaying your hips in a slow dance.

Just as you turn toward Simon, you glimpse the target seated in the corner. Most of his face is obscured, but you recognize the shape. If Simon notices him, he doesn’t show it. His attention is fully on you, his dark eyes burning behind the half-skull mask. You have a matching one, also in black to pair with the lace bralette and panties.

Simon’s hands are everywhere, grasping, touching. His lips find yours, and you sink into him, trying to focus only on him. That is the point after all, to pretend that he’s your husband, that you’re here for him to fuck you in front of others.

And that’s exactly what he does.

The intensity in which Simon puts you on your back, strokes your legs, and opens you wide is more than a job. He is worshiping you, lips traversing over every inch, hands touching everything. You groan and gasp, arching into his embrace, crying out when his tongue finds your sensitive clit.

You don’t care that there are others in the room. That you’re being watched. It’s nice, actually, to be desired in both ways.

“Taste so good,” groans Simon, running his tongue over your pussy.

You’re lost in him, and when Simon ascends to slot is cock at your entrance, your legs fall wider. Hooking his arms around your legs, Simon thrusts relentlessly, each connection pushing bright bursts of air from your lungs.

The pleasure of him inside you is so profound, that you don’t realize the room is being stormed by men in tactical gear until Simon throws himself atop you, shielding your body from view. He acts protective, and in moments the room clears, and the target is dragged away. You cling to him, unmoving, both of you breathing heavy.

“We should go, shouldn’t we?” you ask after a few lengthy seconds. Simon remains where he is, unmoving. His cock is still inside you. “Simon?”

His lips find yours again, and then he’s thrusting, lifting you against him. “Need to finish pleasing my wife.”

“Simon. I’m not your wife,” you whimper as he grinds his hips against you.

“Oh, love. You could be.”

[zepskies]

I've never actually done this before...

Reaching follower milestones has never really been my main goal here. I hopped over from Ao3 to the Tumblrverse two years ago to share my stories and see if I could connect more with any potential readers. What I didn't know was how amazing SPN (and adjacent Jackles fandoms) would be over here...

How much fun I would have expressing myself, challenging myself to write new things and grow as a writer, and getting to vibe with my readers and other amazing writers.

I now consider some of those special people my friends, and they continue to make my day better every time we interact — whether it's hyping each other up and fangirling in each other's comments and reblog comments, or talking about everything and nothing in our DMs. That support has gotten me through some rough times in the past two years.

So "celebrating" this milestone of over 5,000 followers is really just me saying THANK YOU to everyone who's supported me by reading, commenting, and reblogging my work, helping me brainstorm, giving me inspiration, or just simply being my friend! 💜

⋆˙⟡ WAYS TO PARTICIPATE:

Because you guys know I'm extra af 😂, there are 3 sections to choose from:

⟡ Ask Me Stuff

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Ask Me Stuff:

⟡ Let's revisit these EOY Artist/Writer questions. Ask me any of them!

⟡ Ask me anything you want to know about my storyverses: Break Me Down, Unravel Me, Lost On You, Midnight Espresso, Smoke Eater, The Honorable Choice, Every Second Counts, Take Me Home, or any others!

Summer Writing Challenge:

If you're feelin' frisky and wanna join this summer writing challenge of less than 5,000 words before September 1, here's how to play...

💗 Gif Check: I'll send you a gif depending on the character you choose from the list below. Write a story that matches the vibe or completes the "scene." Just shoot me an ask with the character you want to write about, and request a gif!

🎨 Color Prompt: You choose a character from the list below. I'll choose a color palette for you based on what I think your aesthetic is!

🎙️ Songfic: Give me a character + a decade and/or genre of music, and I'll give you a song to match!

**Guidelines:

Submissions with pairings can be Character x Reader, Character x OC, or Character x Character.

(Please no RPF or Wincest.)

Include tags, notes, warnings if necessary - including if it's 18+

Please use the "Keep Reading" break if it's over 500 words.

Max word count 5,000 (for your sanity lol). Minimum 500 words.

Tag @zepskies (me) somewhere in the post.

Include this tag - #Zepskies 5K - within your first 5 tags.

Send me an ask until July 30! Post your fic by September 1.

I will of course read and reblog with my thoughts on your amazing work! If you get a chance, please try to do the same for others who participate. At the end, I will compile a master rec list of each fic submitted. 💜

Mini Fic Requests:

Uno Reverse! 🔄 For these drabbles (1,000 words or less), I will only answer non-anonymous asks so I can verify if you're over 18. Please make sure your age is listed in your bio! 😉

Check out the "characters I currently write for" down below. My inbox will be open for these types of requests from June 27 - July 4 only!

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🎨 Color Prompt: I've been getting a lot of inspo from color aesthetics and moodboards lately. Pick a character from the list and a color. Any color! I'll do my best to write a drabble with that color scheme in mind.

🎙️ Songfic: Most people who know me know that I get a lot of inspo from music. Pick a character from the list and send me a song you think I'd like! I'll do my best to write a drabble that fits the song.

☕️ Characters I currently write for:

(or would like to write for)

⟡ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester - Supernatural ⟡ Soldier Boy - The Boys ⟡ Mark Meachum - Countdown ⟡ Beau Arlen - Big Sky ⟡ Russell Shaw - Tracker ⟡ Joel Miller - The Last of Us ⟡ Javier Peña - Narcos ⟡ Harry Castillo - The Materialists ⟡ Alec McDowell - Dark Angel ⟡ Jason Teague - Smallville ⟡ Boaz Priestly - 10 Inch Hero ⟡ CJ Braxton - Dawson’s Creek ⟡ Éomer, Aragorn, Haldir, Thranduil - Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

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[friend-or-fo]

Wally Darling x Gender neutral reader

(Aroace edition; queerplatonic)

Wally loves his neighborhood. He loves his friends. But when it comes to you, he can't decide how he feels. Romance is a completely foreign concept to him, and he can't fathom you as anything but his dearest friend. Yet, part of him insists there's something more than just platonic feelings for you.

The way you're always so careful not to mix the paint colors when you paint together. The way you sing to him, and the way he tries to sing back, although he's not very good at it. The way you know the jokes that will always make him laugh. The way you look softly into each others' eyes, your perspectives and points of view intermingling and interconnecting to form something neither of you could have dreamed of alone.

All of you, Wally loves and cherishes. And all of Wally, you love and cherish. And together, you're something even deeper than friends.

Wally's tried to find a word for these feelings, but not even Frank has been able to give him a sufficent definition from his plethora of dictionaries.

So he's stopped trying to label it.

Sometimes, words aren't needed.

💛 Read my DNI! 💛

[alter-hotel]

Closing requests for a minimal time to make sure we get through everyone! Thank you again for all the attention and we will get through all of these as adult life allows us <3

[gingersnapwolves]

So today I want to talk about puberty blockers for transgender kids, because despite being cisgender, this is a subject I’m actually well-versed in. Specifically, I want to talk about how far backwards things have gone.

This story starts almost 20 years ago, and it’s kind of long, but I think it’s important to give you the full history. At the time, I was working as an administrative assistant for a pediatric endocrinologist in a red state. Not a deep deep red state like Alabama, we had a little bit of a purple trend, but still very much red. (I don’t want to say the state at the risk of doxxing myself.) And I took a phone call from a woman who said, “My son is transgender. Does your doctor do hormone therapy?”

I said, “Good question! Let me find out.”

I went into the back and found the doctor playing Solitaire on his computer and said, “Do you do hormone therapy for transgender kids?” It had literally never come up before. He had opened his practice there in the early 2000s. This was roughly 2006, and the first time someone asked. Without looking up from his game of Solitaire, the doctor said, “I’ve never done it before, but I know how it works, so sure.”

I got back on the phone and told the mom, who was overjoyed, and scheduled an appointment for her son. He was the first transgender child we treated with puberty blockers. But not, by far, the first child we treated with puberty blockers, period. Because puberty blockers are used very commonly for children with precocious puberty (early-onset puberty). I would say about twenty percent of the kids our doctor treated were for precocious puberty and were on puberty blockers. They have been well studied and are widely used, safe, and effective.

Well. It turned out, the doctor I worked for was the only doctor in the state who was willing to do this. And word spread pretty fast in the tight-knit community of ‘parents of transgender children in a red state’. We started seeing more kids. A better drug came out. We saw some kids who were at the age where they were past puberty, and prescribed them estrogen or testosterone. Our doctor became, I’m fairly sure, a small folk hero to this community. 

Insurance coverage was a struggle. I remember copying articles and pages out of the Endocrine Society Manual to submit with prior authorization requests for the medications. Insurance coverage was a struggle for a lot of what we did, though. Growth hormone for kids with severe idiopathic short stature. Insulin pumps, which weren’t as common at the time, and then continuous glucose monitoring, when that came out. Insurance struggles were just part and parcel of the job.

I remember vividly when CVS Caremark, a pharmaceutical management company, changed their criteria and included gender dysphoria as a covered diagnosis for puberty blockers. I thought they had put the option on the questionnaire to trigger an automatic denial. But no - it triggered an approval. Medicaid started to cover it. I got so good at getting approvals with my by then tidy packet of articles and documentation that I actually had people in other states calling me to see what I was submitting (the pharmaceutical rep gave them my number because they wanted more people on their drug, which, shady, but sure. He did ask me if it was okay first).

And here’s the key point of this story:

At no point, during any of this, did it ever even occur to any of us that we might have to worry about whether or not what we were doing was legal.

It just never even came up. It was the medically recommended treatment so we did it. And seeing what’s happening in the UK and certain states in America is both terrifying and genuinely shocking to me, as someone who did this for almost fifteen years, without ever even wondering about the legality of it.

The doctor retired some years ago, at which point there were two other doctors in the state who were willing to prescribe the medications for transgender kids. I truly think that he would still be working if nobody else had been willing to take those kids on as patients. He was, by the way, a white cisgender heterosexual Boomer. I remember when he was introduced to the concept of ‘genderfluid’ because one of our patients on HRT wanted to go off. He said ‘that’s so interesting!’ and immediately went to Google to learn more about it. 

I watched these kids transform. I saw them come into the office the first time, sometimes anxious and uncertain, sometimes sullen and angry. I saw them come in the subsequent times, once they were on hormone therapy, how they gradually became happy and confident in themselves. I saw the smiles on their faces when I gave them a gender marker letter for the DMV. I heard them cheer when I called to tell them I’d gotten HRT approved by insurance and we were calling in a prescription. It was honestly amazing and I will always consider the work I did in that red state with those kids to be something I am incredibly proud of. I was honored to be a part of it.

When I see all this transgender backlash, it’s horrifying, because it was well on the way to become standard and accepted treatment. Insurances started to cover it. Other doctors were learning to prescribe it. And now … it’s fucking illegal? Like what the actual fuck. We have gone so far backwards that it makes me want to cry. I don’t know how to stop this slide. But I wrote this so people would understand exactly how steep the slide is.

[littleapplle]

Dearest writer, I would like to submit an order into your respected bakery! 🍞🥯🥖🥐

May I kindly get a NSFW A to Z Headcannon for Rafayel or Caleb? (or both if you don’t mind :3) I’m a huge fan of your writing and given that you are open for orders I figured I could try my luck in ordering something special 🙂‍↕️🥹

But ofc if this is too much of a hassle you may kindly ignore my order and move on 🤭🥹🥺 I shall kindly await for your response and I look forward to your masterpiece (even if it’s not my request) 💖

nsfw alphabet ⊹ ࣪ ˖ rafayel and caleb

cw.: nsfw. real porn links!! must be logged in twt to watch.

note: oh anon you'll make my heart melt:( thank you for your sweet words, my luv. i'm so sorry for the wait, i wish i had finished this much sooner >< hope this is good enough tho bc i lwk feel like i did a terrible job <//3

rafayel

a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Really good! Rafayel can’t stand being dirty after sex and won’t really rest until you and him are cleaned up so you two always end up snuggling in his bathtub while he massages your scalp and scrubs your body lovingly. If you're not too tired, talk to him. He wants to hear your voice. How was it? Did you enjoy it? Tell him everything, he'll listen. Rafayel holds you so close you think he’s actually trying to get under your skin, literally.

b = body part (their favorite of theirs and their partner): If you asked, he’d say he loves every part of you and he absolutely cannot choose. If he really had to answer… your boobs. They’re the perfect size, feel good on his palms, your nipples don’t have a single moment of peace. You have to physically pull him away before they’re sore and puffy. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

on his body though… his hands, of course! It is with them that he creates his beautiful pieces and makes you come undone as his slender fingers press down on that spongy spot inside you.

c = cum (anything to do with cum): Will come anywhere you want if you ask him to but he really likes to see his cum dripping on your skin. Be it your stomach, your tits, doesn’t matter, he’ll go feral. As for the taste, it barely tastes like anything. It’s a bit salty and very watery but that’s it. ❤︎...

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs): Really wants to photograph you. Be it during sex, just you touching yourself, anything. Definitely has a secret journal about you and wants to decorate it with your beautiful body and face. 100% has a polaroid of your tits on his wallet and has no shame at all.

e = experience (how experienced are they): Barely any. Listen, he has read erotica, studied human anatomy a thousand times and knows the human body like no one else but he never had sex with anyone but you so please guide him the first few times. Be vocal, he’s a quick learner, he’ll learn his way around your body in a second.

f = favorite position: Rafayel likes a position based on how easy he can 1. kiss you and 2. look at your face. Missionary lover, basic but nothing with Rafayel is boring. Sex with Rafayel tends to be SO romantic, he’s THE lover boy. He kisses you so sweetly, sucking hickies on your neck while his cock drags inside you slowly. Also looooves when you ride him! it’s a combo of everything he likes, you frowning in pleasure, your boobs bouncing AND you on top of him!! ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Oh sex with Rafayel is never serious! He’s always trying to get a reaction out of you, be it trying to make you laugh by pressing a kiss to that ticklish spot on your neck or by making the stupidest joke ever. Your laughter gets him going more than he’d like to admit.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): First of all,  yes, it is purple and second, he shaves very frequently. As a lemurian, he never had any issues with body hair since he didn’t have any. Nowadays, he’s grown used to shaving since his pubes sensory bother him.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Puh-lease, we are talking about Rafayel. The artist, the lemurian that lives and breathes for love, your one and only soulmate. Rafayel is obsessed with you, always has been, always will be. To have skin to skin contact with you, letting him see you bare and vulnerable and yet still trust him, it’s everything he’d ever wish for. Rafayel lives for romance, love and pure intimacy and he will show it to you in every touch, kiss and praise.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon): Before getting together with you, if he was ever really pent up and stressed, maybe once or twice a week. After you two got together officially, he doesn’t see the point in masturbating when he’s always glued to your side. If you’re away for whatever reason though? I believe he can get pretty needy and maybe, just maybe, rub one off.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks): Does body worship even count as a kink? Well, doesn’t matter. How many times do I have to say that Rafayel is OBSESSED with you??? There’s nothing that makes him hornier than being allowed to kiss your body. Praising you in every single language he knows is not enough, he needs your soul to be tied with his so you can read his mind and deepest thoughts about how lovely you are. Also, voyeurism, Rafayel is a closeted perv. He likes to watch, to take his time eyeing his food before actually diving in. Seeing you touch yourself without his intervention makes the knot in his lower stomach grow tighter and his skin hotter.

l = location (favorite places to do the do): Rafayel is too possessive to have actual sex in public so that’s a no. Anywhere in his studio is fine if you’re comfortable! Buuut if you trust him enough, please let him drag you to the ocean. There are no interruptions, no important phone calls, no Thomas to accidentally walk in, it’s just you and him where he’s most comfortable. It doesn’t tire him to be in his human form but giving his body a break and finally being in his real, lemurian form, feels like a relief from time to time. 

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): When you’re more petty than him and talk back. FUCK he could bust a nut right there. Or the fact that as a hunter, you can manhandle him just as easy as he can manhandle you. OR the fact that you’re not scared of him in the slightest. He would never hurt you, but if he wanted, a single song would be enough to make you go crazy and drown in the ocean. You’re aware of that, you just don’t care. That’s what makes him go insane.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs): Share you with someone. Although he doesn’t show it, Rafayel is extremely protective and can be very possessive depending on the situation. Letting someone else touch you turns him off completely.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): #01 pussy eater. Rafayel loves your pussy ok, leave him alone… Can totally cum untouched from just eating you out and is not embarrassed in the slightest. Actually really good at it too, like, 100% a muncher. Def tries to make you squirt on his tongue. As for receiving? Sure! It’s never unwelcomed. Just know that he will return the favor 10x better. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...² ❤︎...³

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): Rafayel can be both. There is no red and blue with him, there’s purple. Rafayel can’t stick to a single thing forever. During his heat, he’s rougher, manhandling you around and bending you in whatever position he judges comfortable in the moment. When he’s feeling needy and clingy, he’s gentle. Rolls his hips against yours slowly, kissing your neck sensually while praising you in lemurian.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Not a big fan but he isn’t totally opposed to them. For Rafayel, sex is something intimate and he wants to take his time with you. He wants both of you to enjoy the moment with no rush. 

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): That depends on how far you two are going. Fingering you under the table at a banquet? Sure, why not. Getting a bit handsy and making out? Lovely. Actual sex? No. Not happening at all. Rafayel, even if he hides it, is a possessive creature. Your sounds and body are for his ears and eyes only. You’re his and he’s not up for sharing.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): Normally, he can go for two rounds before falling on top of you tiredly. In heat though? He is not stopping. His mind breaks but his body still wants and needs more. Doesn’t matter how many times he’s come already, his hips do not stop against yours until he thinks you’re full of his eggs.

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): Doesn’t own any but is not opposed to them. If you’re interested in trying it out and using them during sex, sure! He can work with that. Extra stimulation on your clit while his fingers are shoved on your cunt isn’t unwanted.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease): Now, is it really Rafayel if there’s no teasing? He is insufferable. He likes to see you work for it even though he knows damn well it’s him that will fold first in the end.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make): Sorry, he’s not holding back. He needs you to know how good you make him feel. His range is insane, he’d be grunting in your ear and suddenly his moans turn high pitched and beautiful. Rafayel can get whiny, he complains, he’s petty, he mewls and in the next second he groans and curses in his mother language in pleasure.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): I need to spread the virgin Rafayel agenda… He is a lemurian, he’s bound to you in a level that no human would ever understand. There are no “friends with benefits”, “situationship”, “hookup”, Rafayel has been waiting for you and only you. He doesn’t need it to be magical or perfect, he just needs it to be you.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): The prettiest cock you’ll see in your short human life. It’s genuinely nice to look at. Rafayel’s cock is pale, with the prettiest pink tip and cutest mole on the length that if you kiss, his knees buckle weakly and his head spins. It isn’t thick but it’s curved up and it drags deliciously inside you. I’d say #c7b2ab for the length and #d9a3a3 for the tip. In his human form, solid 6,7 inches (17 cm).

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Lemurians are creatures with many cycles. Rafayel has a high libido naturally, but during ebb day and his heat? He is trying to crawl under your skin. Ebb day makes him needy, sensitive and whiny, he just wants an effective way of cooling off. His heat quite literally makes him feral, he wants you and if you consent, you’re not leaving the water at all. At least not until it is over.

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward): Pretty quick. After he’s sure you two are clean, comfortable and satisfied, he’s hugging you close and burying his face in your neck sleepily. If you feel like it, you two can chat. Rafayel loves pillow talk. If you’re tired and wish to be quiet, then it’s time to nap.

caleb

a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): THE BEST. King of aftercare. Knows everything you want and attends to every one of your needs. You want water? There’s already a glass on your bedside table. You’re hungry? You want him to cook or do you want to order takeout? He’ll do it. You feel dirty? Let him run a bath for you- you get the idea.

b = body part (their favorite of theirs and their partner): In your body, definitely your ass. Always has been. Doesn’t matter what you are wearing, be it those old pj’s from your childhood, a new pair of undies, nothing at all, it all makes him feel like he’s gonna bust a nut on his pants.

He really likes his arms. Caleb has always worked out a lot since highschool and he’s really proud of how far he’s come. He likes how big they’re compared to yours, how he can manhandle you during sex and roughhousing, and how comfortable you look in his arms when you two hug.

c = cum (anything to do with cum): If you allow him to cum inside you, that’s all he’ll ever want to do. Caleb has a huge breeding kink, and the fact that you trust him enough to let him fill you up drives him mad. If you go down on him, he never lets you swallow it, he feels too bad to do so. Makes you spit on his hand and honestly thank god. It’s thick and slightly bitter but he cums so much you WILL choke. ❤︎...

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs): Sigh, is it really a dirty secret if you already caught him at least twice? Caleb’s interest in your underwear is pathetic. At this point he’s not even trying to hide it anymore, he’s just shamelessly going through your drawers to find that old and stained pair you forgot to throw away. Bonus point if you catch him sniffing them and complain about it. Secretly likes when you scream at him and say “Gross, Caleb!”. Also wishes you let him keep your undies on during sex, it really turns him on.

e = experience (how experienced are they): None. Caleb has never felt any attraction to anyone but you his whole life. For years he has been waiting for the right moment for both of you so, you’re his first and last.

f = favorite position: Backshots. He loves your ass. There’s nothing better than taking you from behind, a hand wrapped around your waist while the other smooths the skin of your back. Also really enjoys being inhumanely close to you, doesn’t matter the position. As long as you two are close, you, safely in his arms, he’s happy. ❤︎...¹  ❤︎...² ❤︎...³ ❤︎...⁴

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): Caleb wishes that you only see his outgoing and playful persona, created just for you and the sexual aspect is not different. He likes to make you laugh at any and every moment. If you whine in pain because his cock is too big, he’ll blow a raspberry on your neck to distract you and make you giggle. He’ll tickle your waist if you talk back. Anything to make you smile.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): It’s trimmed. Not all shaved and smooth but it isn’t unruly. Has the sliiiiightest happy trail peeking up his boxers. If it bothers you though, he’ll shave it in a minute.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Very romantic. At least he tries. Caleb wanted to be your prince charming, your knight in shining armor his whole life. Sex is one of the many ways he wants to prove he’s the best for you, that around him, you’re safe and can be yourself with no fear. He kisses you gently, whispering the sweetest words ever in your ear, massaging every sore spot in your body while wishing he’s worthy of your praise too.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon): Yeah… During his teenage years, he jerked off a lot. Caleb had a high libido but could not have the only person he wanted so all he had was his fist. Nowadays, before and after you two got together, i still believe he jerks off alot since you two are still very far apart, you living in Linkon and him in Skyhaven, though he prefers coming to you rather than fucking his fist by himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks): As I mentioned previously, Caleb has a huge breeding kink. Part of it is because he genuinely wishes to start a family with you in the future but also because he feels so close to you this way. Loves to keep his cock plugged inside you for a while before actually pulling out. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...²

His praise kink goes both ways. He’s always praising you for all of your achievements, not only sexually. Please praise him back, he’s trying his best for you, always. Tell him he is making you feel good, tell him you love him, that what he’s doing feels right. He might come on the spot.

Do I even have to mention his size kink… He is bigger than you. Caleb goes weak at the thought of being able to manhandle you into whatever position he wants you to be. And if he can press down on your tummy and feel his cock abusing your cunt? Ohhh yeah, yes he came. Don’t judge him. ❤︎...

l = location (favorite places to do the do): Caleb can only actually relax when he’s alone with you at your apartment or his. Preferably yours back in Linkon. He feels tense in Skyhaven and is always on alert. In Linkon though, he can let himself relax better knowing that you’re safer. Not a fan of kitchen sex specifically. That aside, anywhere is fine.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): You’re horny? So is he! Caleb has been waiting for you for years, saying he’s pent up is an understatement. Just say the words and he’s already looking at you with puppy dog eyes, waiting for an order.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs): Anything related to impact play. No. He hates the thought of hurting you and finds no pleasure in such things.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): Zero skill, no experience, but he has a dream. Show him how you like it, ride his face, pull his hair, order him around, hell, sit on his face. He’s a quick learner once he sets his mind onto something. 100% a giver and doesn’t want you to go down on him because it’s too “degrading” and he feels bad. Please go down on him. He’ll complain and try to pull away but he comes SO quickly, cock twitching, grunting, knees buckling and all. ❤︎...

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): … Rough. Listen, he doesn’t mean to be rough but he can’t help it. Your cunt makes Caleb malfunction, overheat and shut down. He’s dumbed down at the slightest clench around his cock and his hips have a mind of their own, snapping against yours harshly as he drools and kisses your shoulder in apology. 

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Actually likes them! You two are always very busy with your jobs and being distant from each other most of the time isn’t easy. To him, quickies are more about you than him. He wants to get you off so you feel at peace. He can rub one off later and you don’t have to concern your pretty head over it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): No. Caleb hates, hates, hates the thought of taking risks with you. He’d rather die than having you be seen in such an intimate way. As for experimenting, yes of course! Be open with him, tell him what you’re into, what you want to try… Your wish is his command.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): From the lack of experience, Caleb can last two rounds max before you tire him out. That does not mean he’ll leave you unsatisfied though. He still has his mouth and fingers ready to satiate you. ❤︎...¹ ❤︎...²

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): Absolutely not. Are you trying to get him killed? Caleb is jealous of anything that breathes the same air as you and you want him to accept the idea of having something else making you cum? Just shoot him already.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease): If anyone is being teased, it’s him. Although you two play fight a lot, Caleb isn’t one to be a tease during sex. He has been waiting, planning for this moment for years. Everything needs to be perfect. He can wait to get under your skin later.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make): He tries so hard to be quiet… he wants to focus on your moans, your moans are the pretty ones, not his. Caleb holds back, bites his lip, hides his face on your nape but nothing can make him shut up. The moment he enters you, he’s moaning, huffing and grunting like an animal.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): Caleb really enjoys all the attention you give him when he’s looking all scary and dominant in his colonel uniform. He knows you eye him hungrily when gets home, he won’t take the uniform off on purpose, he just waits to see how long it’ll take for you to fold and come sit on his lap, grinding your cunt on his clothed thigh. Won’t admit it but likes when you call him colonel, sir, mr. xia, etc.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Alright mr. fat cock pack it up. It’s thick alright. I can totally picture him saying “biiiig stretch, pips” while shushing your whines. Thick base, thick and veiny length, fat tip. That’s what he's hiding in his boxers. 6,6 inches (~16,5cm) that stretch you out SO good, the veins drag inside you soooo nicely it feels like heaven. #a88479 for the length and #a66d5b for the tip.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Oh boy, do I even need to say this? We are talking about THE yearner. Caleb’s super pent up and dare I say he has a pretty high libido. He is always stressed because of work and he has been waiting for you for years. The moment you consent, he’s fumbling with both his and your clothes. 

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward): He usually doesn't sleep after you two have sex. He’s too busy watching you sleep to do so. Caleb is only at peace if he is sure you’re safe and comfortable. Poor boy barely has time to catch his breath as he’s running around the apartment getting everything you might need and want so you don’t have to leave the bed. Tell him to relax, ask him to lie down with you, bury your face on his beefy chest and make sure he doesn’t leave the bed, he needs it.

⊹ ࣪reblogs are very much appreciated. thank you for reading!(*´▽`*)

[joshujin]

smile, s.coups

you take a photo with rapper s.coups at the met gala.

1.5k words • masterlist • submit a request pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader cw: none

the met gala isn't something you particularly enjoy attending, but every year, without fail, you're told you're invited and yes, you are going and no, as reigning "princess of the met," we cannot debate this. it's the trade-off for doing what you love and being who you are: no longer having a say and simply going where you're told to go, doing what you're told to do.

you honestly blame this on kwon soonyoung. he's been styling you since your popularity really started taking off, and when you got invited to your first met, it was his art that made you a viral topic for weeks on end. your name was everywhere. you couldn't give an interview without someone mentioning your met gala appearance. your third album released a few weeks later and thanks to the attention already on you, it nabbed you your first grammy nomination—and win.

and from there, for the last six years now, you haven't been able to escape this godforsaken party. and all because stupid soonyoung was just a tad bit too good at his job.

you don't want to sound ungrateful; you know being the topic of conversation at an event as big as this one year after year has opened a lot of doors for you—opportunities served to you on a platinum platter. but being at the met gala felt dystopian to you sometimes.

the blinding flashes, the demanding, almost primal screams of your name, the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent to throw the event, then the hundreds more spent on the fashion to attend.

it's a lot and it's not something you ever thought would be a priority when you first started creating music. but here you are, in line to walk the carpet with countless celebrities you still can't believe you are looped in with annually.

the nerves always make you near-despondent in the hours leading up to the event. you hardly talk to the staff that accompanies you—your assistant, manager, and soonyoung—you try not to make eye contact with anyone because you don't want to socialize until you're away from the carpet and away from the photographers, and you try to breathe slowly and deeply in a pathetically weak attempt to calm your heart down.

you fidget for the millionth time, and soonyoung adjusts whatever you fidgeted out of place for the millionth time.

"this is your sixth year," he murmurs gently as his eyes slowly and deliberately sweep up and down your body. you'd accuse him of checking you out if you didn't know that he was just admiring his own work. "this isn't anything you haven't already conquered. you're going to be great."

you give him the tiniest nod and he smiles, resting his hand on your arm briefly before stepping away. it's almost your turn. you raise your eyes and find yourself staring at grey hair. there's something familiar about his stature as the stranger steps forward, immediately welcomed with a wall of roars. it's as disorienting as it always is, but you catch his name early on.

"s.coups!" the name continuously echoes across the carpet.

"s.coups? the rapper?" you ask, looking over at your team, waiting for any one of them to answer. it's your assistant who does.

"yes, he's the ambassador for boss and it's his first time at the met," she steps up and recites it like it's memorized information.

no one ever asks her to, but she studies everyone on the guest list every year like she's in the devil wears prada. however ridiculous, you have to admit it is useful.

"huh," you say more to yourself than anyone.

you were familiar with the rapper and his work. you had even played around with the thought of reaching out to get him on a song, but the idea just never came to fruition. you've been too busy to do much of anything, let alone follow his career, but if the screams are any indication, the man's popularity has substantially grown since you first discovered his music.

it's a cacophony of his name, requests to turn, questions about his outfit, demands for a certain pose. your ear drums rattle at the noise. you're overstimulated. more than anything, you're impressed.

he moves forward to the next spot he's directed to, and you know that means it's your turn.

soonyoung hurriedly prepares your dress to fall the way he wants it to fall, to float where he wants it to float, to stun the world the way he always does. then, staff is waving you to your marker, and you comply, stepping forward.

the crowd gets impossibly louder, and you do your best not to flinch. you see s.coups freeze a little at the sudden increase in noise, and as you walk up to the marker, he turns around, eyebrows raised in curiosity at who could inspire this reaction. when his eyes land on you, it's clear he knows exactly who you are. his eyebrows settle as his lips curve into a warm and knowing smile that reaches up into his eyes.

for the first time in six years, everything is quiet on the carpet. for the first time, you're thankful for the flashes because it allows you to better see s.coups's face. his eyes. his insanely cherry red lips. for the first time, you're not thinking about how much you hate this part of your job or how badly you want to go back to your hotel room or if you'll make a fool of yourself trying to socialize inside.

all your brain can process is the rapper standing in front of you.

it all comes barreling back—the screams, the demands, the nervousness—when you feel soonyoung gently shove the small of your back with a tiny: "what the hell are you doing?"

"oh, sorry," you breathe as you take the last few steps to the tape on the floor.

you make sure you're standing where you need to be and when you look back up, his eyes are still on you, so you return his smile with a small one of yours. his becomes even wider. he turns back to the crowd of photographers, and you both pose for a few moments before the staff is ushering him to the next marker, and you to his current spot.

before he walks to where he's being asked to go, he grins at the photographers and shouts, "i know what you all are really waiting for!" and he makes a show of bowing away from the spot as you walk forward.

you can't help the amused giggle that escapes you, and even with all the sound, he seems to hear it because he looks up and smiles sweetly. you think he's done, but he suddenly offers his hand. and when you take it, not sure of where this is going, he escorts you to the space he was just standing in.

you kind of hope he'll kiss your hand too. that maybe it will leave remnants of his gloss on your skin and you can convince yourself he's real. but he doesn't, simply bowing his head infinitesimally before letting go and following the staff to his next spot.

but the photographers don't let you two get away with that. only a second or so passes before they're screaming at you two to take a photo together. you both try to ignore them at first, but they shout nothing else at you other than: "together! together!"

you sneak a look at s.coups to see that he's doing the same to you, making you both laugh. he tilts his head in question, and without answering, you walk over to meet in the middle. you expect to take the photo side by side, arms politely around each other's shoulders. maybe even just posing together with an awkward distance between.

instead, s.coups has his hands on your waist and guides you to be just a small step in front of him. he lets his left hand rest on your waist, his right slipping into the pocket of his pants. you're thankful that soonyoung's look required an insane amount of blush around your temples and eyes because your face feels like it's on fire.

he looks down at you once you're both positioned and he smiles. "this okay?" he asks quietly.

you nod. "yeah." you're not even sure if he can hear you. you can't force yourself to speak any louder. "it's okay."

he smiles. "good. can't have the princess of the met covered by a nobody like me."

you scoff. "you're definitely not a nobody."

"oh?" he tilts his head again, bits of grey hair falling into his eyes when he does. "and what makes you say that?"

"if you were a nobody, how would the princess of the met know you well enough to know she wants you on a track with her?"

his lips fall open in quiet shock, and you smirk and pat the hand that's resting on your waist.

"smile for the cameras, s.coups."

you don’t bother to wait and see the expression on his face when you reveal you know his stage name. you feel a little more in your element, turning back to the flashes just as a photographer shouts: "OKAY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CAN YOU TWO PLEASE LOOK AT US NOW?!"

a/n: short and sweet. just felt like writing something while i was streaming this stupid event waiting for seungcheol hehe. it ended up being for nothing bc i completely missed him (or the vogue stream didn't show him, i still don't know). edit: the vogue stream didn’t show him. RAGGEDY BITCH BEHAVIOR!!!! anyway, they definitely bang in some isolated bathroom in the museum far away from the party, but i didn't feel like torturing my single brain cell to produce smut today lmao

[sugusama]

hii, i loved your Katsuki fic and wanted to submit a request. katsuki x american gf reader, where he’s never met her but they try to talk throughout the day by texting or calling despite time difference. then they meet at the end of the fic as a surprise for katsuki (still UA au please). tyy :)

꒰🫧꒱﹒ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ﹒⟢ featuring: katsuki bakugo ‧₊˚ . ꣑୧

sypnosis ☆ bakugo never expected to fall for a girl halfway across the world… especially one with a six-hour time difference and a laugh that lives in his head rent-free. between classes at ua and her busy days in america, they text, call, and fall a little deeper with every message. but what happens when time zones and screens aren’t enough anymore? ⸝⸝ ᰔ ̫ ᰔ⸝⸝

content warnings ☆ fluff, comfort, a little angsty, ua based, black female reader, she/her used, lowercase intended, not proofread, bakugo has broken english, italics = japanese ๑•́ ₃ •̀๑

word count ☆ 1.1k

authors note ☆ hello hello! thank u so much for ur kindness 🌼 here you go! i hope you like this one just as much! if u would like anything else let me know!!

katsuki didn’t want to be part of any dumb online chat.

he hated talking for no reason. hated random people. especially hated wasting time when he could be training or doing something that mattered.

so when denki shoved his phone in his face during break and said, “bro, you gotta try this,” katsuki’s immediate response was no.

“it’s a server,” denki explained, grinning. “for, like, international hero fans. some of them are trying to get into schools like u.a. and they ask the weirdest shit.”

“not my problem.”

“c’mon. you can mess with them. they’ll lose their minds when you answer.”

“fuck off.”

but that night, katsuki couldn’t sleep. his shoulders ached from drills. his head was too loud with thoughts he didn’t want to think. and his phone, tucked under his pillow, kept buzzing with notifications from that stupid server denki added him to.

he stared at the screen for a while. thumb hovering over the app. then—he opened it.

a flood of posts. some boring. some weird. some flat-out wrong.

and then one message caught his eye.

|“so like… do students at u.a. really spar? like actually hit each other?”

the username was unfamiliar. your profile picture was a blurry sky—probably taken from your phone. and your bio just said “sleepy. always.”

he stared at your message longer than he meant to as he tried to decipher it.

then typed, slowly:

|“yes. we fight. real hits.”

a full six minutes passed.

he didn’t think you’d respond.

but you did.

|“wait WHAT. like actually?? is that even allowed???”

he snorted, eyes narrowing with a half-smile.

| “yes. is real. allowed. strong hits.”

your response came quicker this time.

| “dude! i’m american. our schools make us wear helmets to run in gym class. this is unfair.”

he let out something close to a laugh—just a small huff of breath—but it surprised him.

he didn’t answer. didn’t need to.

he already bookmarked your name.

he didn’t expect to hear from you again.

but the next night, just after dinner and before study hour, you were there.

| “hi again, explosion boy. (you got a better name?)”

he stared at the screen for a second before replying:

| “bakugo.”

| “ooh. that sounds cool. you sound cool. are you?”

he hesitated, then typed:

| “yes.”

you sent back the laughing emoji. then:

| “humble too.”

he didn’t know why it made his chest feel tight.

from there, it became… a thing.

late-night messages. voice notes. pictures.

you sent him one of your lunch—a sandwich and chips, nothing fancy—but you added,

| “i ate thinking of you. does that make me weird?”

he didn’t answer for a full hour.

then wrote:

| “no. i like that.”

you replied with a blushing emoji.

he stared at it too long.

he never liked phone calls. they were too much. too close.

but your voice was—soft. kind. playful in a way that made his chest ache.

your first voice note was just:

“hi. it’s weird hearing myself talk to you, but i wanted you to know what i sound like.”

and he listened to it.

three times.

the first time just to hear your tone. the second to understand every word. the third because… he missed it, even if it had only been a minute long.

his reply was rough. hesitant.

“hi. uh. i… don’t like talk. much. but… i like yours. voice.”

you sent back:

| “that was the sweetest thing ever, actually.”

after that, you started calling.

not every day. not long.

just enough.

he’d lie on his bed, staring at the ceiling, half-listening to your rambles about work and siblings and the weather. he didn’t talk much. didn’t know how to say all the things he was feeling in a language that always made his tongue trip.

but you didn’t mind.

you’d say, “you don’t have to talk. just stay on.”

so he did.

it happened slow.

your voice became part of his routine.

your good morning texts came while he was getting ready for class. your “i’m heading to bed, katsuki” messages always landed when he was on patrol.

you started sending pictures of things you loved. a book. your porch light. a sunset from your window.

he started sending them back.

once, he sent you a picture of his hand after training—bandaged, calloused, rough. and you wrote:

| “ i hope you rest, even when you think you don’t need it.”

and that line just… stayed.

for days.

he reread it during class. during silence. during nights when his head was too full and nothing felt steady.

he didn’t say he missed you.

but he did.

quietly. constantly.

time difference was cruel.

he hated that you were waking up when he was falling asleep.

he hated how sometimes he’d send a long message and forget what he wrote by the time you answered.

he hated how his chest twisted when he saw your name and couldn’t respond.

but you always made it easy.

“ i know you’re tired. you don’t have to talk. i just wanted to say i’m thinking of you… i’m still here. still cheering for you. always.”

you made it feel like you were closer than you were.

and yet, the space between you ached more with every week.

he didn’t notice when he fell.

not until kirishima asked him why he was smiling at his phone.

not until his chest ached when you didn’t text.

not until he caught himself learning english phrases just to tell you things the right way.

he didn’t tell anyone.

not even you.

but he sent you a voice note at midnight, after a long day, voice hoarse and quiet:

“i… i like talk to you. always. i wait for you. even when late. just so you know.”

you didn’t reply with a voice note.

you replied with a text:

| “me too, katsuki. every day.”

he didn’t sleep that night.

it came suddenly, the text message read:

| “if i ever came to japan… would you wanna meet me?”

he sat up in bed like he’d been punched.

heart pounding.

he typed.

deleted.

typed again.

finally, he sent:

| “yes. i want. i wait for you.”

and then he waited.

one hour.

then two.

you didn’t reply that night.

and he told himself it was okay.

even if it wasn’t.

two weeks.

that’s how long it took.

two weeks of silence. of almost texting you. of wondering if he’d said something wrong.

then—midnight.

his phone buzzed.

| “come outside kats <3 ”

his hands shook.

he ran.

didn’t care who saw. didn’t care that he was barefoot.

and there you were.

standing at the gate. hoodie on. suitcase by your side. scarf he mailed you wrapped around your neck.

you smiled.

“hey.”

he didn’t say anything. just stared.

you stepped forward. nervous.

“you’re taller than i thought,” you teased.

he swallowed hard. voice rough.

“you’re… real.”

you laughed. tears in your eyes.

“told you i’d come.”

the aching, the quiet missing, the longing—

and then he held you.

and everything he’d been holding in— spilled into the way he buried his face in your neck and breathed like he could finally exhale.

[biteyoubiteme]

redlightdesign

fem!reader x hyunjin 

synopsis: you get tattooed by your favorite tattoo artist. 

warnings: !!!🔞!!! tattooartist!hyunjin, tattooing, needles, pain, oral (f!rec), use of teeth, overstim, multiple orgasms (f!rec), squirting, fingering, pussydrunkvibes, subspace kinda, prob forgot some sorry 

wc: 5.2k

an: I want a new tattoo </3 feedback appreciated! [m.list] not proof read sorry ;-;

You didn’t think you would ever get a consolation let alone an appointment with redlightdesign. For over three years you have been submitting a request anytime their books were open. You set timers for when the form dropped to make sure you were one of the first to be seen but everyone was doing the exact same thing. 

redlightdesign would make an announcement that the submissions were closed an hour later saying they were booked solid for the next three months. The process repeats itself and every time you pray you get a response. 

Thirteen forms later and you finally got an answer. Your dream tattoo will be underway in a matter of weeks. You made sure to keep the perfect space open for the piece. Not a single artist is the right fit to do your idea justice the way Redlightdesign could. 

Before you read the email you didn’t even think you would ever be picked, your thigh would just always be bare for the possibility that never would come to fruition. But sitting in a coffee shop on a Sunday morning avoiding finishing your homework for Monday's class you jump on the opportunity to check your phone when it dings. Post notifications for redlightdesign on since you started following them. Every time they announced open books or a dropped appointment you jumped to put yourself up for the running. You remember the magazine article Redlightdsign had been featured in that started your obsession. The anonymous tattoo artist is based in Seattle and New York, traveling across the states to get a wider audience. Not that they needed the help, they were globally known, with people submitting forms all around the world, purchasing plane tickets after they confirmed an appointment. 

It was stiff competition and the anonymity of the artist was sacred to each client. There was barely any information about Redlightdesign on the internet besides the finished product, and the address to their studios was only given out just before your appointment. Once the details of the New York studio had been doxxed online and redlightdesign had stopped working for a year, packing up and shutting down in well deserved retaliation. When they came back to their socials they made it clear the next time they wouldn't stop for a year but quit entirely. No one shared any information after, only stating that Redlightdesign was one of the nicest people they have ever been tattooed by and a photo of the beautiful work after. 

But there sipping on an almost empty drink avoiding work that needed to be done you felt your pulse race just like every other time you've submitted a form. Only this time your stomach bottomed out seeing the email that popped up in your inbox a few minutes later. 

h.rldesign/gmail.com Hi, I love your idea and sketches. I think this would transfer perfectly in my style. If we are to do the piece on the thigh at the size you want I think it's best we split the work into two appointments. My open slots for this would be January 9th and 10th. Let me know if these dates work for you and then I can get started on designing and cleaning up your idea. -redlightdesign 

even just knowing their email address was shocking enough, seeing a response could have sent you into a coma. If Redlightdesign needed you on the 9th and 10th you would do everything in your power to be right at their door. You didn't care if you had to call in sick, you would put on the most convincing fake cough known to man; you would sell out stadiums with the performance if need be. 

You couldn't type a response fast enough, needing to send in a confirmation just to know it was solidified. Within seconds you got a link for a deposit to hold the dates and a promise that Redlightdesign would be working on your piece asap. You were too excited to even think about your work anymore, sitting in the coffee shop staring down at your phone in disbelief. 

It was only a few days later when the first drafts of the tattoo you would be getting were sent over for you to approve. You could tell the work had been drawn in a sketchbook and scanned to send in an email, the charcoal lines and highlights showing the detailed work. It was everything you could have hoped for, redlightdesign taking the amateur rendering of your idea and turning it into the masterpiece sitting in your inbox. They promised to have perfected versions ready when you arrived early on the ninth, reminding you that they would transfer it into the stencil and use a pen to finish drawing the finishing touches to make sure it flowed with your body just right. Make sure to eat before the appointment and don't wear any lotions on the tattoo area. Take care to remember we can take as many breaks as you want you have the day booked up with me so no need to rush through just to get it over with. 

You made sure to dress appropriately. A pair of shorts you didn’t mind getting ink on in case any decided to ruin them. It was cold the morning of the ninth, a drizzle setting in as you made your way towards the address you had been sent before you had woken up. Even just seeing the street name and knowing this whole time you’ve been a fifteen-minute walk away from Redlights studio was bizarre. How many times have you driven by the building without ever knowing? 

The email with the address had said the door would be open and to take the stairs up to the loft. The separate space on the ground level was a bakery, the sign flipped to closed. But as you felt the first droplets of rain you pulled on the handle for the door only for it to not budge. You check the address again to make sure it is right, you can see the windows to the studio above but the curtains are pulled shut. You were running over the email you could send to redlightdesign, reading it over once more when someone reached past you making you jump. “holy shit you almost gave me a heart attack,” you breathe your phone pressed to your chest. 

The soft laugh of the person beside you is muffled behind the black medical mask they wear, long dark hair hanging on their brow leaving only smiling eyes glancing over you. “I'm sorry I was running late and didn't make it in time to beat you here,” they push their key into the lock twisting until it clicks, painted nails wrapping around the handle to hold the door open for you. 

You give a weak thanks stepping into the little hallway leading to the stairs waiting for them to step in and follow. 

You're trying hard not to make it seem like you're staring at them but it's almost impossible not to. Right in front of you is the person whose identity has been hidden from the public for years. You've tried to imagine what redlightdesign looked like since you read that magazine article. Now with the early morning mist still stuck to their hair you were seconds away from knowing exactly what they were like. Watching how their long fingers flipped over the keys looking for the one to unlock the loft door, how they used their shoulder to push open the door turning back to give you smiling eyes, waving you in. 

They moved around to pull open the long cream-colored curtains, the gray light pouring in revealing the space. The walls have tacked up charcoal drawings, painted landscapes, and oil pastel flowers. A worn brown leather couch pushed to one side, heavy white blanket pushed back like someone had taken a nap there against the throw pillows. Tattoo bed next to rows of inks and past designs. On another wall a cluster of polaroids, stepping closer you can see its every tattoo that redlightdesign has done here. You're excited to see ones they haven't posted on their socials, so distracted you don't hear a closet door opening and the wheeling of a cart behind you. “I wanted to be set up so we could get started right away but,” when you turn you see them shrug. The view outside of the waterfront off in the distance matches some of the paintings done during different times of the day. 

“It's okay I can wait, we're booked all day right?” 

“yes that's right,” they go through their bag pulling out a large sketchbook, “here take a seat and we can go over some of these together,” 

they sink into the couch pushing back the blanket to make room for you to follow. Your thighs touching before they hand over the sketchbook. You're amazed by the craftsmanship, and the detail put into each variety of the tattoo idea you have given them. No other artist has given you so many possibilities, maybe one of two but a whole spread dedicated to small details was never on the table. redlightdesign had taken time working through this with passion. “Wow,” you breathe not knowing where to look first. 

“do you like it? It's a big thing, a tattoo of this size, and I wanted to make sure it really had all the elements you wanted in it while also not being too chaotic and messy. You see this one has less shading and seems more open but this one is heavy-handed if you're into that kinda style. I see you have other work done on your arms and if you want to go that way style-wise I think this one would be perfect,” they point at the one you've been focused on knowing that it was exactly what you wanted. 

“It's amazing, they all are, I'm so impressed redli-“

“Hyunjin, you can call me Hyunjin,” they chuckle, “I should have introduced myself earlier but I was late and it slipped my mind I'm sorry,” 

“no, it's okay thank you hyunjin,” you try the name in your mouth, “I think this is exactly what I want, better than what I could have imagined,” 

“great I'm happy to impress let me get this printed in a stencil and we can add anything else after we find the right placement,” you watch as they stand moving to the corner with a desk, you can't see their face but know they've taken their mask off as they turn on the printer. “Do you live around here or was it a commute?” 

“oh I live right up the street, I was surprised to see how close it was to my place actually,” you say over the sound of the scanner. 

“that's good, sometimes I have people coming from all over it's fun to finally have a local visit,” 

“I would have come out to New York if that's where you would have been,” you admit. 

“I haven't been out there in a while, they are doing construction on the street the studio is on so I've been located here for a while now,” he states pulling out the stencil sheet. “I did a few different sizes to start with,” 

he turns around and you're shocked at how beautiful Hyunjin is. In all the time you've thought about redlightdesign never did it cross your mind to account for prettiness but if you did your scale would be broken. You're still seated when he comes over and kneels in front of you. 

“Can I?” he asks looking up at you, your hands in your lap covering your thighs.

“oh yeah sure,” you're flustered lifting your hands away. 

“left or right?” he asks, holding two of the stencils over each leg. 

“right,” your hands sinking into the couch as Hyunjin wipes his thumb over your bare thigh. He shows you the three different sizes and you decide on one before he asks you to stand in front of the mirror so he can place the stencil on. 

“Here,” he mutters, being gentle to get the placement right in the first go. “We can always print more if you don't like it here,” he blows cool air over the purple lines traced on to make sure it's dry enough for you to move. He slides his hand behind the pit of your knee tugging your leg. You reach out to steady yourself with his shoulders, the backs of your hands feeling the tickle of his long hair hanging past his ears. He lifts your leg enough so that your foot is resting on his thigh, his hands slipping over your skin checking it looks good. 

You love the way he's found the perfect spot on your thigh so that it flows with your body, “I think you got it first try,” 

“Look in the mirror first just to make sure,” he lets you go, pulling himself to stand behind you so that you can see yourself. 

“yes it's perfect,” and he nods, grabbing a purple pen. 

“finishing touches then,” he gets back down in front of you lifting your foot back to his knee so that he can steady you. The marker is cold on your skin as he draws, adding lines and shading in spots to make the work blend better. When he blows on the wet lines of ink you shiver especially when he draws on your inner thigh, your skin so sensitive you swear you could imagine his fingers tracing shapes instead of the pen. “Perfect,” he states, giving your knee a tap letting you know he's done. “Let me set up and if you need the bathroom before we start I'd go now. I have water and a kettle for coffee over under the desk, and we can stop for lunch around let's say twelve or one-ish?” 

You nod, taking your seat on the tattoo bed. He's set it up so that you're slightly leaned back but still sitting up. You watch him pull on black gloves and get all of the inks and needles ready, following a system you've seen done before. He clicks on a stereo the soft song playing in the background just loud enough for us to talk if we wanted to or just to listen. you adjust in your seat when you hear the sound of the tattoo gun whirring, hyunjins free hand stretching your skin in preparation, “The hard part will be around the knee so let's get that area out of the way,” 

you nod watching as he starts, the familiar burn of the needle digging in but not too painfully. He was right that it was worse than some of your other tattoos but not unbearable. What distracts you is how concentrated he looks leaning over your leg, hair pushed back behind his ears but one strand hangs across his forehead, the corner of his lip between his teeth. 

He starts to ask you small questions about yourself, the conversation leading to learning about him and how he got into tattooing. He talks about his art and the little things he likes. Both of you are so invested in one another that you don't even notice how far you've come in the day, lunch already rolling around before you know it. He's gotten through more than half the outline when he starts the loose wrap to keep it clean while you go out for lunch. The bakery is just downstairs offering lunch deals you can't refuse and when you get back upstairs both of you sit on the couch and continue your conversation. Giggling over nothing much but being comfortable in each other's company more than what you could have asked for. 

redlightdesign could have been a total dick but you were blessed enough to get someone so genuinely kind and talented. And when you got back in the chair to finish the day's session you were sad to know that tomorrow would be the last time you saw Hyunjin unless you somehow got another appointment. The idea in it of itself was making you dread leaving. 

“Could you tie my hair up?” he asks lifting his wrist up to you, a hair band waiting for you to take off. You lean over taking the tie from him and running your fingers through the dark strands. He hums as you brush the hair from his face gathering it all to tie into a ponytail. “thank you,” he nods letting the end bob up and down, a sweet smile teasing his lips before he goes back to the linework. 

When he finally declares you done for the day you sigh, his thumb smoothing over the ends of the tape he's put to hold the wrap he put over your thigh. His finger slips across your inner thigh making you jolt harder than when the needle was to your skin. “sensitive?” he asks and you nod, not wanting to think too much into it. You were definitely sensitive but not from the pain, watching his long fingers work over your skin didn't put the cleanest image in your head. 

He starts to break down his workstation, cleaning up and wiping everything to disinfect. While you put on your coat he asks, “Do you want to get dinner?” you turn to make sure he is not on the phone but he is in fact asking you, “I know this great spot a block over it's not that far a walk if you're up for it?” 

“Sure,” you nod and he rubs the back of his neck. 

“You know if you're not busy or anything I don't usually ask clients out for dinner but we were having a good chat and you know if you don't want to,” he drags on his ears pink, it was cute to watch him flustered. 

“I'd love to go to dinner with you hyunjin,” you smile following him out. 

You share an umbrella as you make your way to the small cafe-style restaurant, outdoor seating covered with a canopy so you won't get hit by any rain. Sitting across from one another, Hyunjin asks to see your other tattoos. You lay one arm down on the table, hyunjins fingertips ghosting over your skin as he traces the lines of all your other work. “I think I've seen this one before, did you get it from Felix? Or what's his username…”

“youg.ink?” you nod, “I actually got it because I saw you mentioned them before and it introduced me to their work. instantly fell in love with this when he offered it up,” 

hyunjins not even paying attention to the tattoos anymore as he lets his fingers glide over your smooth skin. Most times after a client was done for the day in his chair he walked them to the door, waved goodbye, and worked in the studio on the next person's design. Most times he had people who he didn't mind not seeing again but you and your laugh, your gentle conversation, made him want to break his own rules for once. He walks you home after dinner and promises to see you tomorrow at the same time. 

When you show up for your second session you're double fisting two iced coffees; the door is already unlocked as you make your way up the stairs. Hyunjin is sitting at the desk with headphones on sketching away before he sees the movement in the corner of his eye. He gives you a big smile, all teeth and is so cute. He tugs his headphones off letting them hang around his neck, “you got me a coffee?” 

“Maybe or maybe I have a caffeine addiction,” you joke, handing over his cup. You look over to see what he's working on and he leans back to give you a better view. 

“The next client wants their back done, it will be spaced out over the next four months. first sessions tomorrow,” 

“I wouldn't even know where to start on something that big,” 

“the same way I started yours,” he looks down at your legs, the wrap still in place only today you're wearing a skirt instead of shorts. The only other clothing item you felt would give him space to work today. Hyunjin looks back to his sketchbook, shutting it and standing. “let's get you up on the chair and get started,” 

you follow his instructions, sinking back into the chair and letting your skirt bunch between your legs to expose your thigh. Hyunjin starts to set up his station, pulling on his gloves after flipping to the sketch of your design to have to glance at while he works. “might hurt today with all the shading if you need any breaks let me know we can go as slow as you need,” he peels away the tape before cleaning your leg with a towel and watered down soap. “It already looks good,” he nods, pressing around the tattoo. 

“I think I can handle it,” 

“Okay, we can work the bottom to the top again today, get the area closest to the knee and get the most painful bit first,” 

and you think you can handle it and you can for the most part but the dragging of the needle over the still red outline from yesterday is painful today. Your hand bunching in your skirt as you remind yourself to breathe. You let your head roll back in the chair not able to watch anymore, focusing on the music playing, the dull hum of the tattoo gun usually comforting you but now a reminder that you're here for a while. 

hyunjin is trying to concentrate, he's great at what he does, but what's testing him is how you're flashing your panties at him. he was going to say something, bring up a conversation about anything but when he looked up, a simple glance he was face to face with the dark grey fabric, the outline of you silencing him. You didn't even notice, your neck exposed as your free hand not holding your skirt gripped the armrest. 

Tattooing people made nudity and almost nudity normal. It was why Hyunjin preferred his private studio so that he could make people feel comfortable, it was better than having someone who wanted a hip tattoo strip in a shop where anyone could watch. But with you sitting in front of him he forgot that he shouldn't look so close. Because instead of ignoring the view he was imagining ways that he could make your pain more bearable. Imagining how if he reached over and brushed where he knew your clit would be waiting you wouldn't be moaning in pain. 

It's not until lunch that your skirt is let go but it's done the work of keeping Hyunjin hard for the entirety of the progress he's made toward the tattoo. When he sprays the tattoo down with the soapy water beads roll back up your leg because of the way the chairs are angled. The cold water feels great against your hot skin and Hyunjin apologizes for the mess passing you a paper towel to wipe any that got too far. You slightly lift your leg to wipe your inner thighs, the movement flashing Hyunjin again only this time the droplets of water had dampened your panties. The gray fabric was dark where he had been fantasizing they would be. 

He doesn't even want to think about standing from his stool knowing that the second he does he will have to adjust himself only drawing attention to the fact he is very hard. He tries to make a list of things in his head as he wraps your thigh. To think about how it's almost over, that you will be gone in the next hour or two but that only makes it worse. You would be gone when he was this needy? He wanted to make an excuse to have you come back for another session. But it was quite obvious he would be dragging out the appointment when he only needed to do a small section when the two of you were done with lunch. He could have waited and finished, pushed your lunch back, and waved goodbye but no. 

He swiveled his chair away from you, taking a sip from his almost empty cup of coffee as you slid down the bed to stand. Hyunjin takes a breath and prays you don't notice but it's the first thing you see when he turns, the strained outline not very well hidden. You pretend to look out the window, feeling your cheeks get hot. All you can think about is if it was your noises that did it, all the whimpering wasn't usually how you handled tattoos but this one was the biggest piece you've gotten, and didn't know two sessions would make your usually composed self break so easily. it would explain the silence compared to yesterday. So you toy with the idea, how far would he go if you made yourself available? 

You grabbed lunch together, hyunjin putting a pillow over his lap to steady his plate of food but both of you knew that wasn't the real reason. And when you were back in the chair you intentionally let your skirt roll up this time. It doesn't help that he's now working on the part of the tattoo closest to your center, how he wraps his hand around your thigh, pushing your legs further apart to reach a spot on your inner thigh. Gloved fingers brushing over your panties for the smallest second, your hips sinking into the seat to keep yourself from moving. Hyunjin noticed but needed to get through the rest of the tattoo, if he stopped now he wouldn't know when he would start again. Your lip between your teeth he watched as you tried to close your legs again to block your exposed panties, now wet with your slick and nothing else. He could see the spot and almost ripped his gloves off as soon as he finished his work. But now he was teasing you. Cleaning the tattoo down and wiping it down. He doesn't even bother with the normal photos he would take right away instead putting on the second skin to protect the tattoo. As he smooths the thin film over your inner thigh he lets his fingers slip up brushing against your center to see your reaction. 

Your head rolls to your shoulder watching him through your lashes as he takes off his gloves and tosses them on the cart. He lifts the armrest on the tattoo chair before reaching behind your knees to pull you to the edge of the seat so your legs are dangling off the side. “how is it someone can make the prettiest sounds and sit so still for me?” he leans down and plants a kiss on your tattooless thigh, “because all I could think about was how I wanted to see your legs shaking for me while you whined like that,” 

you tried to draw your knees together but he was in the way, kissing up your inner thigh, nipping at your skin with his teeth. When he reached your skirt he flipped it up with a lazy hand giving you no time before his thumb was over your clit rubbing a harsh circle over the fabric. You felt the shock run up to your stomach, your voice breathy as you whimpered his name. He followed the wet line down the front of your panties before hooking his finger along the seam to pull them back. He wanted one taste, needed one taste but knew he wouldn't stop at just one, not when you looked this edible and ready for him. 

He ravages your clit, your hands shooting to his head burying your fingers in his hair as he sucks. He's careful of your tattoo but your other thigh is fair game for him to wrap his arm around and push you open, fingers bruising with how he spreads you. His free hand prodded your entrance, circling in your wetness before slipping in knuckle deep. “Hyunjin,” you whine, your hips rocking against his lips, feeling the build up of your orgasm. He curls his fingers pressing up into you enough to make your legs jerk from the new angle. 

You're seeing spot before too long, hips stuttering as he gives a final hard suck, fingers still as you clench around them. You're moaning so loud you're sure someone will hear but you don't even care. Hyunjin doesn't stop the flick of his tongue against your clit making you cry out, “I said I wanted to see them shake,” devilish smile covered in your slick before he latches on to your clit again. Fingers pumping in and out of you before he presses deeper into you. You can feel tears at the corners of your eyes, and when he pulls away slightly to let his teeth brush your clit you're done for, legs trembling as you cum. He is persistent and you have to tug his head away, a slight smile stuck on his wet lips as he watches your body shake from the overstimulation. “once more?” 

“I can't- I can't do it,” you shake your head but he drags his fingers out slowly before inching them back in, your hips jumping. 

“I know you can, you've been doing so good for me already, one more time won't hurt,” he hums, dipping his nose down to brush over your nub. Jolting at the feeling he turns his head to kiss your inner thigh, slowly building up speed with his fingers, “can't you do just one more?” it's the way he asks so softly, the heavy gaze under heavier eyelids that makes you nod. 

You're so sensitive that one lick has you shaking, your orgasm feeling so far and yet so close all at once. His tongue laps through your folds circling your clit. Hyunjin is obsessed with the taste of you, completely under the spell of your pussy and how it responds to his touch. He could go all night eating you out, watching as you fell apart again and again before him. Your cries are getting louder and before you know it your back is arching into him almost coming off the seat, your orgasm so intense you don't expect the clear fluid to squirt out of you until it has. 

You're breathing so labored you place a hand over your chest to try and calm yourself. hyunjins pleased grin is the only thing you see before he pulls his fingers out of you and sticks them in his mouth to clean them. Every once in a while your legs jerk from an aftershock, the delight in his eyes worth how tired you feel. Your thighs are sticking to the leather seat under you as Hyunjin pulls your underwear back into place leaning down to leave a ghost of a kiss over your clothed clit. “next time I want you to cry this pretty for my cock okay?”

[rafesangelita]

♡ #400 ‘orgazm generator’ - position request

warnings: dbf!rafe x swan!reader , lots of praise, unprotected sex, soft sex (?), little bit of overstimulation, light fluff

“you were flawless tonight, baby, i can’t believe how perfect that performance was.” rafe praised you, taking a seat in the velvety cushioned chair in the corner of his bedroom. you smiled sweetly, the sight tugging on rafe’s heartstrings. “you really think so?” you let your hair down from its slick bun, sighing in relief once you felt the tension leave the roots of your hair. rafe admired you from across the room, humming in agreement as you got undressed, leaving yourself in nothing but a matching set you put on for this exact moment. “how about another performance? except this one’s just for you..”

in minutes, rafe’s clothes, along with your bra and panties were lost on the floor, his hands holding you up from the back of your thighs as he moved you up and down his cock. reaching down, you craded his head, letting out a hushed whisper of his name when you felt your clit meet his base. he gazed up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes as he bounced you on top of him with ease. “i knew you were flexible, but this is like.. fucking unreal..” rafe was in disbelief, his jaw falling slack as he watched the way your cunt swallowed him whole.

resting your hands on his chest, you leaned your weight on your palms before moving your hips in unison with his thrusts, the added effort not being lost on neither one of you. rafe cursed under his breath, his fingers digging harshly into your skin as your mouth fell open, your pretty moans sounding like music to his ears. meeting his gaze, rafe cupped your face, his thumb stroking your cheek tenderly. “i love seeing you like this,” he confessed, “your face, your body.. i don’t know where to look when you’re just this fucking beautiful,” rafe groaned, his high approaching quickly.

“shit—!” he hissed, his hips coming to a stuttering stop as you continued moving, determined to make him cum and fall apart underneath you. “y/n— god..” he grunted, his eyebrows knitting together when he felt the plunge in his stomach, his orgasm washing over him as he looked like he wanted to cry at the searing pleasure alone. you were mesmerized at the sight, your chest blooming with pride as you watched this man crumble before your eyes. mouth falling agape, rafe couldn’t believe that as long as he had lived, this level of bliss could even exist.

taking the reigns as soon as he was able to think a single, clear thought, rafe stopped your movements in order to keep you from putting in any more work than you already had. “you’re too good to me.” were the last words you heard him say before he made you go into hysterics, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you that made fireworks burst in your tummy, your body threatening to double over as he rubbed your clit mercilessly until you cried, overstimulation setting in for both of you as you trembled in his embrace. “i think that was your best performance yet..” he sighed, his words making you smile against his skin.

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[cas-couture]

cas couture.

cas couture is an upcoming community-based sim magazine focused on fashion. what sets cas couture apart is that we will not allow permanently paywalled cc to be featured in the magazine and aim to highlight the numerous, talented cc creators in the community :)

we are looking for simblrs who would like their stories/cc/creations/sims/pretty-much-anything ADVERTISED (for free, this is not a cash grab) in the APRIL 2025 ISSUE!

as cas couture is community driven, we need YOUR participation!

( more info under the cut !!! )

we want to put the spotlight back on this community and appreciate active simblrs. we want to encourage blog interaction and actually make the community ~feel like a community!

what will advertising look like?

sponsoring might look different across different spreads, it might be an ad for a movie/ tv series (i.e., this would advertise a sim story), an ad for a product/ designer (i.e., this would advertise a CC creator) and so on.

we're pretty much open to advertising anything! :) if you have any ideas for how you would like your creation advertised, let us know!

what are the requirements to sponsor?

you must be 18+ to apply

this is for fun!!!! pls remember that :) and also pls don’t be zionists or trumpies or homophobes or racist or anything else awful because :( and that’ll be another reason why we can’t have nice things :(

submit this sponsorship form (set aside 10 mins to fill this out, if your sponsorship is accepted, have some pictures/content ready that you would like us to use!)

reblog this post so i know ur for real about wanting to advertise!!

you would reblog and boost and interact with the April issue when it releases on April 11 :) (this would run on an honor system because I'm not a weirdo, but........ like if not enough people do it, it probably won't be worth the effort of making all the ads if no one's going to read the first issue/ interact with it? the point of cas couture IS blog interaction!!!!)

deadline to submit a sponsorship form is April 1. if you are making your own advertisement, it is April 10.

faq

i'm an editor for the magazine already, can I apply to sponsor?

yes, you totally can! we would just request you still fill out the form and once we confirm your sponsorship, we would just ask you to make your own advertisement, as it would probably be the quickest method :)

can I make my own advertisement as a sponsor?

yes, you totally can! once you're accepted as a sponsor, we will send you more information on the canvas size and other regulations <3

how many advertisements are you accepting?

there is no set number, it's more like... how many advertisements we can crank out in time for April 11 :) if you are willing to create your own advertisement and submit it by April 10th, the chances are 99.999% that we would accept :)

why is reblogging this post a requirement in order to apply for sponsorship?

because it'll show that you're truly willing to ruin your impeccable feed with simblr community content! if you're not willing to do it now, you probably won't want to later :( cas couture can only fuel itself on my hopes and dreams for so long until it burns out :( the aim is for blog interaction, making (age-appropriate) friends and having a good time!!!!

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asking da community for some support <3

as this is totally a community project, i'm going to tag some community members who really helped the last post reach the masses (I'm sorry, I'm annoying for tagging!!!) and current editors (I'm going off the top of my head, I'm sorry if I miss anyone!!!) on the team for the April issue!!!! if you don't like to be tagged, I'm sorry!!!!! <3333

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[gloomwitchwrites]

can we get a quick drabble of the tf141 going on a super long deployment and finding out their kid snuck their favorite plushie or toy car etc into one of the duffle bags as a good luck charm

Ah! Anon! I love this idea! It's so cute. Dad!141 is a fav. I adore picturing them as fathers so this had me in a chokehold. I hope you enjoy these little double drabbles I put together!!

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Content & Warnings: fluff, dad!141, minor language

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series

John Price

Sweaty and jetlagged, John walks off the military plane with a weary step. Simon, Johnny, and Kyle follow behind, the three men talking softly to each other as John walks ahead of them. It’s a quick stop for a meal before he finally finds his cot in their private tent.

Dropping his duffle on the cot beside him, he unzips the bag, and freezes. On top, resting on his uniform, is his daughter’s teddy bear. It’s light brown in color, missing an arm and an eye, the red bow around its neck is frayed from years of love.

John smiles, a great warmth blooming in his heart. He brings the stuffed bear to his face, inhaling. It smells of home—of you, and of his daughter. The kid must have snuck it in when he wasn’t looking. She’d never part with it otherwise. The bear always stays by her side—a source of comfort.

Now it’s a good luck charm. And a reminder of a promise. The inclusion of the bear in his duffle is a silent command from his daughter.

Come home. Return it to me.

With great care and gentleness, John rests the teddy bear against his pillow.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“What’s this?” murmurs Johnny, opening his duffle bag wider.

With a curious curve to his brow, he removes the top item where he glimpsed a bright burst of color. Tumbling out of the folds of a black shirt is a bright red toy racing car. It’s small, the kind you put on a track or push around with your hand. A black stripe across the top cuts the red in half.

It’s his son’s favorite. It’s always in a pocket or clutched in his hand. You’re always finding it in the laundry or wedged between the sofa cushions. He’d never willingly part with it, but then Johnny remembers tucking him into bed one last time before leaving.

“Take my car, Da. It’ll keep you safe.”

Johnny smiles, holding the little red car in the palm of his hand. With a chuckle, he places it on the nearby table, fingers resting on the top. He moves it back and forth, making shroom sounds like he’s in a race.

“What are you doing, Johnny?” sighs Simon, appearing like a ghost from the dark.

“Driving,” he answers, lifting it off the table, moving it through the air in front of Simon’s unamused expression.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

It’s late, and all Simon wants to do is sleep. He’s been traveling the last couple days for the mission Task Force 141 was just assigned. Price says it’ll be a long one, that they might be gone for a few months. It’s not what he wanted to hear, especially since it takes him away from his family.

Simon drops his duffle bag on the ground next to him. He sits on the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a headache starts to form. From tomorrow on, it’ll be bedrolls and the hard ground. He should enjoy it while it’s still possible.

Simon opens the duffle bag for a fresh shirt he can sleep in. Finding one, he retrieves it, but something comes with it. A white blanket with pastel ducks on it. Small. For a child. Simon knows it. It’s his son’s baby blanket. He still sleeps with it even though it doesn’t cover his feet.

“Must of snuck it in,” he murmurs, smiling down at it.

Gently folding it, Simon places it on the bed beside him, resting his hand atop it knowing he needs to make every effort to bring it home.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Johnny peers over Kyle’s shoulder. “Have any of those sweets?”

He’s acting coy, pretending that he’s not eager for the caramels you always make whenever Kyle leaves for a mission. Johnny has a notorious sweet tooth, so you make a few extra just for him.

With a wicked, knowing grin, Kyle unzips the duffle bag.

“Let’s see here,” says Kyle, feigning ignorance about whether the caramels will be in there.

They are. He’s already eaten three.

Reaching in, Kyle withdraws the contraband. Johnny groans, snatching the bag from him. Kyle watches with amusement as Johnny pops one into his mouth.

“Piss off, MacTavish,” laughs Kyle as the Scots heads for the door.

With a smile that’s starting to hurt, Kyle reaches back into his duffle bag, and brushes against something made of a smooth material with angled, indented lines. Hand shifting, he finds that it’s round.

“What the—”

Pushing clothes aside reveals a football. It’s a classic white and black, scuffed to shit from being kicked around. This is his daughter’s. He can tell by the one pink hexagon. Turning it, he finds a little message written on the white in black ink.

For good luck. And a game.

[ariestrxsh]

sub!virgin!matt x neighbor!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, innocence corruption, mommy kink, handjob, oral (m!receiving), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, sexualization of religious imagery

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: matt and his dad get into an argument over dinner when he disagrees with the way you're being spoken to, prompting matt to do something a bit out of character.

please don't read this series if you're religious because it might really upset you. the whole basis for this story is that matt is a sweet christian virgin boy who has his innocence corrupted by his dommy mommy neighbor, so don't read if you're not into the plot !

dividers by @/anitalenia

(dedicated to the loml Jules (@submattenthusiast) 💖

Me & U

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

You and Matt were sitting side-by-side at his dining room table while his dad was on the other side of the kitchen, cleaning up a few things while the three of you waited for the lasagna to finish baking.

The mouth-watering scent of garlic and oregano drifted through the air accompanied by the smell of the apple cinnamon candle burning a few feet from you. It had been less than a week since they'd moved in, but their house finally looked lived in, and almost everything that was previously packed away in boxes was now given a place.

"You guys want anything to drink?" His dad asked as he peeked over at the two of you. "You got any beer?" You wondered aloud. "She's kidding, dad!" Matt blurted out, looking at you wide-eyed and gently nudging you with his leg under the table.

His dad let out a laugh. "Sorry, kid. I've only got soda, water, and milk," he relayed, swinging open the door of the fridge as he listed off the options. "I'll have a coke," Matt requested. "I'll have the same," you responded, smiling.

His dad brought over two cans of coke and placed them in front of each of you. "Lasagna's got about ten more minutes, so sit tight," his dad told you. You peered over at the blue-eyed boy next to you, your gaze lingering on his pink, pouty lips.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Matt innocently asked, reaching up to brush away whatever you were gawking at. "No. You're just so pretty. I can't stop looking at you," you whispered in a sultry voice. Your compliment colored his cheeks a shade of rosey pink.

"This shirt looks really good on you, too. It brings out your eyes," you commented, playing with the hem of the blue fabric. His breath hitched as your hand wandered south, slowly caressing his bulge over his pajama pants. His gaze darted over at you with his mouth hung open in shock and his eyebrows pinched together in a concerned expression.

"Please. Not in front of my dad. He'd be so mad if he found out," Matt softly whined. "Don't worry, baby. I'm not gonna let him find out. Just let me make you feel good," you purred into his ear, squeezing his erection through the cotton material.

Your eyes flickered over to Matt's dad, who was still in the kitchen with his back turned to the two of you as he loaded the dishwasher. You smirked back over at Matt as your fingers slithered into his waistband until you wrapped them firmly around his throbbing cock, setting it free from the restrictive fabric.

"Yes, mommy," he submitted to you, the words rolling off his tongue in a breathy moan. "Shhh," you held your finger up to your upturned lips. He nodded, relaxing into the chair and letting his stare drop to the movement of the red table cloth that was concealing your little secret.

"You're a naughty boy, aren't you? Letting me touch you under the table," you cooed, looking into his dreamy, blue eyes and his blissed out expression. He caught his bottom lip between his pearly-white teeth as he bit back a whimper, staring back at you. He weakly nodded, sinking into his pleasure.

His heart raced, worried the two of you would he caught, but a part of him liked the adrenaline rush. He could already feel the knot in his stomach taking form. "Naughty, naughty boy," you repeated softly in his ear as you brought him to the edge, knowing how much he loved being called that.

Just when it looked like he couldn't take much more, you slowed your movements to a stop. His dick throbbed in your grasp, silently begging you to keep going. "Please. So close," he whispered.

"Not yet. I wanna take my time," you cruelly responded, denying him relief. He shot you a desperate look that said, right now? You want to take your time right now? In this situation? But the only words that drifted from his pouty lips was a quiet, "You're crazy." He meant it as a compliment, of course, and you took it as such.

The sound of plates, coffee mugs, and silverware clanking around drowned out the sweet sounds he made. You flashed him a mischevious grin as you circled the sensitive tip with your thumb, intensifying his pleasure. His head gently fell back, and he emitted another soft whine.

"Dinner's ready," Matt's dad's voice broke through the sexual tension as he headed in your direction with two plates. Matt sat up in his chair, straightening his back and clearing his throat. He slowed his breathing, trying to be inconspicuous about what was being done to him under the table.

"Thanks, dad," he managed to squeak out. "Would you like to say the prayer before we dig in?" Matt's dad asked you as he sat across from you two with his own plate. "You know, I'll be honest, I don't pray much," you admitted to his dad.

"Can you show me how to, Matt? I know how hard you pray every night," you smirked over at the sweet, shy boy to your right as the images of him getting down on his knees flickered through your mind. He glanced over at you, wide-eyed while you continued slowly stroking his length beneath the table, every now and again brushing your thumb over his swollen head.

"I-I don't know. Maybe you could say the prayer, dad," Matt stammered, tightly gripping the seat of his chair. "Why don't you wanna say the prayer, Matt?" His father asked, furrowing his brow. "Yeah, what is it, Matt? You feel guilty about something?" You quietly mumbled beside him, only loud enough for him to hear.

"O-okay. I'll say the prayer," Matt agreed, swallowing the lump in his throat, interlocking his fingers, and lowering his gaze to the movement happening underneath the tablecloth. Matt's father lowered his head and closed his eyes, and you followed his lead, periodically peeling open an eye to peek over at Matt and the way he reacted to your touch.

"Lord," Matt said, wetting his lips. "Thank you, Lord, for providing for us," Matt started to pray, but quickly needed to bite back a whine. You watched as his dick print showed through the cloth, precum trickling from his tip and leaving a wet stain on the red fabric.

The sensation of your hand pumping his shaft while his cockhead rubbed against the silky material sent him into a blissful state that nearly made him forget what he was doing, but he quickly directed himself back to his train of thought.

"Thank you for blessing this food. May it s-strengthen and nourish our b-bodies," he managed to get through his sentence without sounding any more nervous than usual. "Thank you. In Jesus' name, amen," he hurried to finish the prayer. "Amen," you and Matt's dad said in unison.

Right as Matt's father was about to start eating, his phone started to ring. "I gotta take this. Excuse me," he apologetically pardoned himself as he picked up. "Hello?" His voice drifted off as he made his way to the other room.

"You almost let me get you off during the prayer, didn't you, naughty boy?" You purred, yanking on Matt's hair with your free hand and burying his face into your chest, his strangled moans dampened by your breasts. "Come on, Matt. You gotta hurry up. Cum for mommy," you whispered, raking through his hair with your fingers.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, looked up at you with his big, blue eyes and nodded, giving himself over to the desire that overtook him. His cock twitched in your grasp as you fervently pumped away, a sticky white fluid erupting from it and dousing your hand.

His whole body shivered, and he buried his face into your bosom like an embarrassed little boy. "That was amazing," you murmured, rustling his brown locks and kissing him on the forehead. "That felt so good," he told you, taking a napkin off the table to wipe himself off with.

"I need to go wash my hands," you chuckled, getting up from your seat and darting off over to the sink to clean off the evidence. You took Matt's dirty napkin with you and chucked it into the trash.

Humiliation tinted his pink cheeks as he called his breath back to him, his chest rising and falling with every labored inhale and exhale. "You're crazy, you know that?" Matt smirked at you, quickly tucking his dick back into his pants. "I know," you flashed him a cheeky smile and washed your hands.

As soon as you sat back down, Matt's dad came back in through the door. "Sorry about that. You guys didn't have to wait for me to start eating," he said, motioning towards your untouched plates. "Oh, we didn't mind," you replied, holding back a giggle, concealing the real reason why you hadn't started digging into your lasagna yet. Matt blushed, biting back a grin as he peered over at you, still trying to catch his breath.

"So, Matt tells me you like classic rock," Matt's dad started off, opening up conversation before taking a bite of his lasagna. "I do. Blue Öyster Cult, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, AC/DC, stuff like that," you responded.

"Is that the stuff your parents listen to?" He asked. "Oh, no. They hate it. That's why I started listening to it," you laughed. Matt's dad cleared his throat, glanced over at Matt, and turned his attention back to you.

"So, do you go to church?" Matt's dad asked, changing the subject and hoping you'd say something he liked. "God no. I don't really believe in that kind of thing, but you know, I'll always go if Matt invites me," you replied, reaching over and giving Matt's hand a comforting squeeze.

"Are you open to converting?" His father casually asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Honestly, I couldn't see myself converting, you know? My lifestyle and Christianity don't really agree," you replied with a mouth full of food. "Well, Matt here has always discussed wanting his future wife to be a woman of God," his dad casually mentioned. "Dad," Matt sharply interjected.

"What?" Matt's dad defensively asked. "That's not necessarily what I want. That's w-what y-you want," Matt stuttered, avoiding eye contact with his dad as he stabbed his lasagna with the prongs of his fork. "Where's this coming from, Matt?" His dad asked.

"J-just don't grill her about religion, dad. I like her despite that. D-don't put that kind of pressure on her," Matt said with a shaky voice. Matt's dad was taken aback. Matt wasn't usually the type to dissent from his dad, but he wasn't given much of a reason to until now.

"What's gotten into you, Matt?" His father asked, giving him a disappointed look and crossing his arms over his chest. "N-nothing," Matt replied, shaking his head.

"I think this girl is a bad influence on you," his dad replied, talking about you as if you weren't in the room. Your heart sank. "Ever since the two of you have been hanging out, there's something off about you, Matt. Something different. I don't know if I like it," Matt's dad said. Matt sat in silence, picking at his food but not eating any of it.

"What are your intentions with my son?" His dad asked, peering at you from across the table, setting down his silverware and interlocking his fingers to show you how serious he was.

The truth was, the first day you'd laid eyes on Matt, your intentions were simply to sleep with him, and your thought process didn't go much further than that. However, after getting to know him and spending time with him, the way you felt about him became more convoluted.

"I just want to make him happy," you shrugged, peering over at Matt who smiled back. You weren't sure what answer either of them were looking for, and to be honest, you hadn't pondered that question much yourself, so you were somewhat surprised at your own answer when it fell from your lips. Matt's dad remained unconvinced.

"If you wanna make him happy, maybe you should leave him alone and let him find a good Christian girl," his dad blurted out. You clenched your jaw. You felt a mix of anguish and rage as the words left his mouth.

"Are you serious, dad? You can't just say that to my girlfriend," Matt shot back, getting up from his chair and grabbing your hand. You and Matt hadn't discussed labels or anything, but the way he was standing up for you and referring to you as his girlfriend turned you on a bit.

"C'mon. You don't have to listen to this," Matt said to you as you both started to head towards his front door. "Where do you think you're going?" His dad called out after the two of you. "Out," Matt huffed without looking back, slamming the door shut behind him.

You and Matt stepped outside, feeling the cool air as it rushed over your hot skin. It was a testament to the ever-changing seasons, summer hanging on by a thread as autumn began to take its place. In the same way, the day was fading, the sun sinking low into the evening sky.

"Holy shit," you said in disbelief, completely stunned by the way Matt had spoken to his father. "I've never talked to him like that before," Matt whispered, glancing at you with a dazed look on his face.

"Did it feel good?" You wondered, your lips curling into a smile. "It did," Matt nodded after a long exhale. "C'mon. Let's go hide in my treehouse until he cools down," you suggested, grabbing Matt by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into your backyard.

"I'm really sorry he said all of that," Matt apologized to you once the two of you were perched side-by-side in your treehouse as you sprinkled weed into your rolling paper.

"Listen. You don't have to try to make me feel better. I wouldn't want my good little Christian son hanging out with a girl like me either," you snorted, flicking your lighter and feeling the warmth of the fire as you held it up to the end of your joint.

Matt watched as the flame engulfed the paper and lit up your facial features. The scent of marijuana filled the air. You blew out a plume of smoke and watched it dissipate against the pink and orange sky as the sun started to fade out of view.

"I'm scared to go home," Matt whispered, flashing you a look of vulnerability. "We can stay here as long as you want," you assured him, handing him the joint. He leaned his head against your shoulder as he took a puff and slowly exhaled, feeling the anxiety and worry float away with the smoke he blew out into the atmosphere.

"Can I ask you something?" You wondered, only realizing after you'd asked how redundant it was to ask if you could ask a question. "Sure," Matt timidly responded, passing the joint back to you.

"Did you mean it back there when you called me your girlfriend?" You asked, aimlessly ashing the joint off to the side. "I'm sorry. I know we haven't talked about it-" Matt started to say, but you cut him off. "I wanna be your girlfriend," you inserted.

"Y-you do?" Matt stammered, his pretty blue eyes raising to meet yours as a swarm of butterflies fluttered around in his stomach. You nodded and smiled. The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes, passing the joint back and forth until you felt the tension from earlier in the night leave your body.

"I just want to do something that'll make him mad," Matt told you, shaking his head as he replayed the way his father had spoken so brazenly to you. "How mad?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and handing the joint over again. He took it from you and took a long drag, the chery end crackling as he pulled from it.

"Something that'll really piss him off," Matt confessed to you. He'd never had this urge before, to purposefully do something his dad didn't want him to do out of pure spite. You took the joint back from Matt as your lips shifted into a smug grin.

"I bet it would piss him off if I got his innocent son high and fucked him in my treehouse, wouldn't it?" You cooed, your voice thick with lust. You held intense eye contact as you took one final drag from the joint and put it out.

"Oh, he'd be so mad if I knew I gave it up to a slut like you," he whispered, knowing how much you loved being called that. A flash of desire seeped into his expression. Your panties started to cling to your wet folds as you imagined corrupting the sweet boy beside you.

"Well, then let's make him livid," you seductively whispered, letting your fingertips crawl up his chest. He slowly nodded, his shaky breath growing shallow. You snaked your hand around his neck, firmly grasping it, not enough to choke him - just enough to excite him and test the waters.

You pressed your lips up against his, eliciting a soft moan from Matt as your tongue slipped into his mouth. You grew more aggressive in your touch, slightly squeezing your fingers around the boy's neck in a gesture of dominance as you bit down on his plump lips, leaving them tender and bruised once you were done. He was left with a warm, excited feeling as blood rushed to his cock.

"You know. The way you stood up for me back there? It was super hot. I wanted to knock everything off your kitchen table and fuck you on it," you whispered against his mouth, guiding him to lay back as you pinned him to the floor of your treehouse.

"Yeah? You liked that?" He asked, looking up at you wide-eyed, his chest heaving with every breath as he anticipated your next move. "I fucking loved it," you purred into his ear before you pulled back.

You started tugging down his pajama pants and his boxers, and his cock eagerly sprung out as you set him free. You could see precum was already drooling from his slit, and the cool breeze blowing over his tip made him shudder in delight. You grabbed ahold of it, firmly holding it in your grip, just barely unable to close your fist around its girth. Matt bit his lip as you did this.

"So big," you whispered, licking your lips and staring at it in the glow of the stringed lights that hugged the branches of your treehouse. "Really?" Matt asked, propping himself up on his elbows and peering down at the way your fingers were wrapped around it.

"Yeah, trust me. I've seen a lot. This one is big," you smirked up at him. "I didn't know," Matt replied, trying to hold back a grin, liking the idea that he had a big dick. You started gently working your hand up and down on Matt's length, coaxing a few moans from his lips.

You loved the idea of being the first person to ever touch Matt's most intimate places and to be the first to ever make him sound like that. You lowered your mouth and wrapped your lips around his sensitive head, saltiness filling your taste buds.

"Oh!" Matt softly moaned. His cock jerked at the unexpected sensation of your warm, soft tongue grazing the underside of his tip. You started lightly suckling on it, which drove Matt crazy. "Wow," Matt whispered, completely blown away by the feeling. You went slow and gentle, learning every vein and every ridge with your tongue.

"Your mouth.." Matt started to say, but his voice trailed off. "What is it, baby? Say it," you purred. "It feels sooo good," he whimpered, holding a strand of your hair out of the way. You hummed against his cock, slowly moving your mouth up and down on his length as you circled his tip your tongue.

"Mommy," he squealed, gripping the fabric of the back of your shirt until his fingers started to cramp up. You bobbed your head and up down faster, listening closely to the pretty sounds he made as he discovered for the first time how much he liked getting head.

He laid back and sank into the floorboards beneath him, giving himself over to your soft, velvety mouth. He entangled his fingers into your hair and gently pulled you further down onto his twitching cock. His tip tickled the back of your throat, and he started subtly bucking his hips up to get as much as he could out of the sensation of having his dick buried between your lips.

He curled his toes until they started going numb. A slew of needy moans and soft cries unfurled from his pink lips as he tossed his head back and screwed his eyes shut. You slowly slid back up his shaft, slipping him out of your mouth before he could finish.

"I knew you'd love that," you whispered, smiling up at him as you started undoing the button on your jeans. "I did, but you always stop when I'm so close," he replied, propping himself up on his arms again. That's when he noticed you slipping out of your pants. Then your panties. You took the lace garment and slingshot it in his direction.

"That's because I'm about to make you feel even better than I did with my mouth," you seductively responded, straddling him and hovering right over his pink tip. Matt peered down as you lined him up with your entrance and made his length disappear inside you. His jaw dropped, and his facial expression softened as you lowered yourself onto him.

"You're so wet," he whimpered as he felt you stretch around him. "It's all your fault," you replied, pulling your top off over your head and revealing your perfect tits to him before you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them above his head. "So pretty," he whispered, staring at your breasts in the glow of the fairy lights strewn around the room.

Matt loved the way you took charge. He loved that you knew exactly what you wanted and that you unapologetically took it from him. The sensation of your cunt clenching around his cock as you started bouncing up and down on it had him seeing stars.

He knitted his eyebrows together, pleasure wrinkling his expression as he let his head fall back against the floor with a soft thump. A loud, satisfied "fuuuck," poured from his lips.

"Naughty boy. I've never heard you say that word before," you said in a breathy moan as you smirked. "Can't help it, mommy. Your pussy feels so fucking good," Matt whispered, watching the way your tits jiggled as you picked up speed.

You were shocked but turned on by the foul language he was using as you continued rolling your hips forward, finding your rhythm. "I wonder what your dad would think of you right now. I bet he'd be so mad that you're swearing," you maliciously smiled down at him, knowing that would probably be the least of his concerns.

He struggled against the way you restrained his wrists just to see what would happen, and his cock throbbed inside of you as you tightened your hold on them. "You like that?" You asked, feeling the way the sweet boy squirmed around beneath you. "Yes, mommy," a strangled moan fell from his lips.

"You're such a naughty boy, aren't you?" You asked, arching your back and angling his cock deep inside of you in a way that felt incredible for both of you. You released his wrists, and your hand flew to your clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles.

You threw your head back as you approached your orgasm. Matt watched in awe as you fell apart on his cock, your whole body trembling as dopamine and oxytocin flooded your system. Your thighs were burning, and your knees ached from the hard wood beneath you, but you powered through.

You finished yourself off, your walls rhythmically throbbing around Matt's dick and sending him over the edge shortly after. "Oh fuck," he whimpered, feeling his cock tighten and twitch as you rode him wildly. His eyes rolled back into his head and his jaw fell open as he pumped you full of his cum.

He submitted to the earth-shattering pleasure that rippled through him and overpowered him, like being swallowed by a series of cascading waves, each one topping the last. You slowed the movement of your hips and came to a stop once you were sure you'd both finished.

The two of you gazed longingly into each other's eyes under the blanket of stars as your breaths slowly returned to both of you. Four days. Four days was all it took for him to fall in love with you. He'd known you for four days, and he had just crossed a line with you that he hadn't even crossed in his three-year-long relationship with May.

You leaned down while he was still inside of you, grabbed his jaw, and gave him a long, passionate kiss. Matt couldn't get enough of you. He loved your soft lips, your smooth skin, and the way you always tasted a bit like weed. You filled his senses, leaving him feeling almost delirious.

He chuckled against your mouth mid-kiss. "What is it?" You asked, caressing his flushed, pink face that was coated in a light layer of sweat. "I can't believe we just did that. That was the best orgasm I've ever had," Matt admitted.

"Me too," you said, nibbling on your bottom lip. "I thought you said you've had sex with a lot of people before," Matt gave you a skeptical look. "I have, but I don't know. This was just better for some reason," you confessed, shrugging a shoulder. You knew it was because this was the first time such deep feelings were involved, but you didn't want to say it out loud and risk sounding stupid.

You didn't have to say it. Matt understood. He bit back a smile. You peppered his face in light kisses, whispering praises to him about how good he felt and how much you loved him. He stared back at you with his glossy, bedroom eyes and his fucked out expression.

"If I ever have to move away again, I'm taking you with me."

Matt walked home late that night, the thirty feet from your treehouse to his front door, his mind flooded with thoughts of you, hoping he could just sneak in without alerting his dad. He quietly turned the knob, stepped inside, and shut it, making sure not to trigger the sound of the latch.

When Matt spun around, his dad was sitting at the kitchen table in the soft glow of the candle that was burning down to the wick. It was like he hadn't moved since Matt had left, as if he had been waiting for him to come home and scold him.

Matt swallowed the knot in his throat, his palms beginning to sweat. He was certain if his dad turned on a main light, he'd see his bloodshot eyes and his dilated pupils. Thankfully, he didn't. He kept it short and sweet. He let out a defeated sigh before he spoke.

"Son. I'm sorry. I had no right to talk to your friend that way," he started off. "Girlfriend," Matt corrected him. "I didn't even know you guys had made anything official yet. I feel like you don't tell me things anymore," his dad said in response.

"We just decided tonight," Matt muttered, avoiding direct eye contact with his dad. "Well, either way. I'm sorry. I understand if you're upset with me. Your girlfriend is welcome over whenever, and I'll apologize to her, too the next time I see her."

Matt narrowed his eyes and glanced over at his dad, wondering where the sudden change of heart had come from. "Just promise me, son, that you'll keep God at the forefront of your relationship and that you won't give into temptation," his dad asked of him.

Matt half-heartedly shrugged and hesitantly nodded. Matt's dad could see the resistance in his response, but he didn't want to pry. "Goodnight, dad," Matt replied before carrying his heavy feet across the kitchen and trudging up the stairs.

He didn't have the heart to tell his dad that he had been questioning things.

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[boobertronian]

Studio Overtime - Chap 2

Jihyo x 3 Illustrators

Continuation of Chap 1

Proofread by @vorrentis , big thanks @kise15 for helping me with ideations

Word Counts : 10600 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !!!

9:00 AM

“Hey! Clean your shit! Boss is coming!”

Down at the lobby, a white Mercedes-Benz stops in front of the door.

As the driver hurries to the door, a woman in white steps down, hand-carrying a Marni bag, walking up with full confidence.

The security guy runs fast to open the door.

“Good morning, Boss! You look beautiful today!”

“Thank you, Han. Have a great day ahead.” The woman gives the security guard a smile, while he bows to her in full respect.

As you already know, the woman is Park Jihyo, and she’s the boss lady of TDG Design Agency.

While Jihyo walks toward the elevator, three girls are standing there in front of her. Once they see their boss, they bow deeply.

“Good morning, Boss!!” the three girls say in unison.

“Morning, Lily, Bae, and Sullyoon. You dress well today.” Jihyo gives them a compliment.

“T-Thank you, Boss! We just got our dresses yesterday! We're glad you like it!”

“I would love to visit the store you bought them from. Have a good day ahead.”

“Thank you, Boss!” The three bow again as Jihyo enters the elevator.

DING

As the elevator doors open, Jihyo walks out while the staff bow to her.

“Good morning, Boss!!” everyone says in unison.

“Good morning, everyone. Today will be a busy day for our schedule. I want all staff to gather for a meeting before the day ends so we can elaborate on what’s to come during the week. All team leaders, please prepare your files for presentation at 3:30 PM, we will start at 4 PM. I want to make sure our week is as productive as usual. We're working on a great project so far, so let’s all do our best to make it fruitful.”

“YES, BOSS!” everyone replies in unison again.

“Sana and Mina, please make sure my files are ready before the presentation this evening. I want to elaborate on my directions to the teams as clearly as possible, and I want you two to help me organize some of it in my office in an hour. Please bring all the notes I sent you last Friday too.”

“Yes, Boss! We’ll do it right away! Arigatou gozaimasu!” The two Japanese girls bow in unison.

“That will be all, everyone. I will be in my office. If you have any questions, please leave a notice for Sana and Mina, and I’ll look at it during the day. Thank you, and please get to work.” Jihyo smiles, then bows slightly.

“Thank you for your time, Boss!” Everyone else bows in unison.

Jihyo walks toward her office, passing by where the trio: Peter, Aaron, and Archie are seated. She gives them a slight wink, then closes the door behind her.

“Heh, dude, boss is looking pretty today.”

“Of course, doofus, she’s always pretty. The fuck you on?” Aaron throws a paper at Peter.

“Alright, dirtbags, get to work. We’ve got to present her the preliminary sketches today,” Archie scoffs at the two while Peter gives him the middle finger.

Sana, standing right behind them, slaps their shoulders while scoffing.

“You three better do good work today or I’ll tell Boss to fire-ouch, my foot!” Sana stumbles as she accidentally hits her tiny foot on the chair.

“Ayyyy, Captain Shiba, lol.”

And the day goes on…

5:00 PM

“So, that will be all for what I want us to achieve during the week, and the deadline will be next Monday. I want everything to be submitted to me before Friday ends so I can give a good review next Monday. Our clients this time will help us boost our studio’s reputation, if the work goes as planned. Any questions?”

“Boss, I do have a question. If there are some delays due to the workload, should we notify you or Sana and Mina?”

“If it’s an issue that doesn’t need immediate attention, then yes you can notify Sana and Mina. They will transfer it to me during their work hours. If it’s urgent, then team leaders should notify me via our new local server and ping me along with Sana and Mina in your urgent requests. That way, I will know which ones need to be treated with utmost care. I don’t want delays that can be harmful to the work schedule. Is that clear for everyone?”

“Yes, Boss!”

“Any other questions? If not, our meeting has ended. See you tomorrow, everyone.”

“Thank you for your time, Boss!” Everyone stands up and bows to Jihyo, then slowly exits the meeting room.

“Aaron, Archie, Peter. I would like a word with you three.”

“Yes, Boss!” the three say in unison.

“Ooohhh, someone’s in trouble! Told you to do a great job! Bleeee! Hope you survive so you can pay me lunch!” Sana teasingly calls out while collecting her files.

“Come on, Sana-chan, don’t let the Boss wait.” Mina gently drags Sana out of the meeting room while she’s still playfully teasing the three.

As the two Japanese girls leave the room, the three sit down in their chairs and ask:

“Is there anything you need from us, Boss?”

“I looked at your sketches. They were…”

“Oh shit, fuck, so it was bad after all…” The three think to themselves.

“They were quite well done. I like the direction so far.” Jihyo smiles while looking at the three.

“Oh wow, phew, Boss. I thought we did something that didn’t meet the quality!”

“You scared the hell out of me, Boss! But thank you for your review!”

“So Boss, we’ll continue with the direction and give you more versions based on the sketches?”

“Yes, that will be all you need to do for the week.”

“That’s all Boss?”

“Or you need something else from us Boss, hehe, why call us to talk in private like this.”

“Yeh, there must be … SOMETHING only us can do FOR YOU hehe.”

The trio then stand up from their chairs and walk towards where Jihyo is standing. They then surround her with bright smiles on their faces.

They slowly move their hands to touch her on her shoulders, then towards her arms and her thighs, with Jihyo slightly smiles, understanding the situation.

“I think you all know what I do like then.” Jihyo speaks out softly and calmly while still smiling at the trio.

“Of course we do Boss, we know each other too well at this point.”

Aaron then puts his hand towards Jihyo’s beautiful face, gives her a peck on her cheeks, then move on to her lips for a kiss, with Jihyo gladly returns, while Peter then kisses to her neck, enjoying the perfume from Jihyo’s body, with Archie is still moving his hands across her thighs, then to her plump butt cheeks, slightly grab her mounds.

The trio go on like that with her for a few moments, until Jihyo must stop them, even if she doesn’t want to.

“As much as I want to, not now you three, at least not today, I still have some works to do.” Jihyo hides her slight frustrations well behind her calm words.

“Sure, thing Boss, whenever you want us to, we won’t deny any chances hehe.”

“And you three need to submit great works if you want to have THAT time with me this Friday.” Jihyo pushes them back slightly with her hands on their chests.

“Of course we will, we ALWAYS deliver!”

“Actually Boss, I ... I mean, we have a proposal that we want to discuss with you, and, I think you will like it, it’s about EXTRA CREDIT from our works, can we discuss with you?”

“I’m listening.”

The trio then discuss with Jihyo an idea that she herself finds it both interesting and daring, but nonetheless, she agrees.

“Thats its boss! See you tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Thank you for your time boss!” The three bow in unison the leave the room, with Jihyo left alone thinking to herself.

“These three are such interesting individuals. Let’s see what they’ll have tomorrow. I’m quite excited.”

The next day…

In TDG chat server…

“SanaShiba: Hey Archie! Wake up you nerd! Boss has some reviews on your stuffs in the review boxes!!  You’re in BIGGGGGGGGGG trouble now!!”

“ArchieWicked: Ok thanks grandma.”

“SanaShiba: Stops calling me that!!!  Bakaaaaa!!!”

“MinaPenguinLego: Sana-chan stop teasing him …”

“SanaShiba: Mii-tannn!!! Stop taking his side!! You’re supposed to back me up!”

“MinaPenguinLego: …. “

“ArchieWicked: Poor Mina-chan, keep being bullied by that Hamster.”

“SanaShiba: angryhamsteremoji:”

Archie then opens the review box. Inside is a long review for his work from boss Jihyo, and a shorter one.

“Hello Archie, I already reviewed your submission: the design is working well so far, I like the compositions and the lightings from them, and I think it would be best if we continue with option three. In my opinion option three works the best with the vision for this cover the most out of the four, so please continue with that ideation. For the next step please give me detailed drawings and color moods so I can present it to our clients. Thank you”

Archie then opens the second one

“You earned the extra credit, meet me in one hour at your desired place through my number.”

“Ehe, boss got it.”

“Alrighty dork, have FUN with the boss!” Peter teases.

“Don’t forget to take some SOUVERNIRS lol” Aaron chimes in.

“SanaShiba: Hey, are you three up to something? what’s with the weird smile???? I can see it from my desk right here!!”

“ArchieWicked: We won’t tell you grandma, HAHAHA.”

“SanaShiba: AH MOUU!!! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS! BAKA ARCHIE!! BAKA!!!: angryemoji:”

An hour later…

In TDG VIP chat server…

“BossJihyo: Sana, I want to leave the room for some break. I will be back shortly, if anyone has anything for me just leave it to my request boxes.”

“AssistantSana: Oh yes Boss! Do you need some refreshments? I can bring it to your room before you take your break.”

“BossJihyo: that won’t be needed, thank you Sana.”

“AssistantSana: Have a nice break Boss! Please let me know once you return!”

Jihyo then exits her office, then walks out of the studio.

Her paces quicken towards the other side of the floor, where they still have unused office space, down the hallway towards the restroom that people rarely use, still fresh & clean.

Once she opens, Archie is already there waiting for her with a big smile on his face.

“Hello boss! You’re on time!”

“Yes, and you’re early.”

“Don’t want any suspicions hehe, does anyone following you?”

“No, no one was following me here.”

“Then shall we proceed with my EXTRA CREDIT?”

“Yes.” Jihyo smiles at Archie while locking the door.

Archie then pulls out a coin, he then explains the rules again to Jihyo.

“So boss, I’ll flip the coin, if it’s heads, I’ll have blowjobs from you, if it’s tails, I’ll get to fuck your tits. Shall we proceed?”

“Yes.”

Archie then flips the coin, then catches it with his palm. Once he opens, the coin reveals to be heads.

“That was for the first round. Now for the second, if I get heads, I’ll have vaginal sex, if I get tails, I’ll have anal sex. shall we proceed?”

“Yes.”

Archie flips again, and the coin still reveals to be heads.

“Soooooo, with that’s said, I will have blowjobs and vaginal sex with your Boss! You’re ready?”

“I am.”

Without further due, Archie then grabs onto Jihyo’s face, pulling her towards him and give her kisses, with Jihyo returns the favor.

He doesn’t waste any time making out with her, kissing her down to her neck, while his hands are moving to her butt cheeks, grabbing and groping as fast as he can, hungrily taking his beautiful boss.

“Fuck boss, I’ve been waiting for this this entire morning. And you’re using the perfume I bought it for you too hehe.”

“Yes, I do, and I like the scent.”

“Good, makes me want to fuck you even more now boss. I’m fuckin hard seeing you in this tight fit. You’re goddamn hot boss.”

“Thank you, Archie, glad you like my outfit.” Jihyo speaks out while still kissing Archie, letting him grope every part of her body that he likes.

“Come one boss, I want to fuck your mouth.”

Jihyo proceeds to kneel, with Archie quickly pulls his zipper and stroking his dick to its erected size, teasing it in front of Jihyo’s beautiful lips.

“Suck my dick boss, I can’t wait anymore.”

“I hope you’ll like it.”

“I fuckin do boss.”

Jihyo then starts grabbing his dick with her hands, stroking it a bit.

She opens her mouth and slowly touches her tongue at the tip of his, licking it in circular.

She then puts his length into her mouth, inches by inches, until her nose is close to his crotch.

His size is quite big for her mouth, as Jihyo must take it a bit slow at first, moving her head back & forth along his length, with Archie starts to moan as a sign of pleasure.

“Ah shit, yes boss, fuckkkk, keep doing it, feel so good.”

Jihyo quickens her pace a bit more, her tongue is swirling around his hardened dick, tasting every bit of it.

Her mouth is fully wrapping around, tasting every inch, while gazing up with her big round eyes to his face, making Archie turns up his volume .

“AH SHIETTT!! Yes Boss, fuck you look pretty sucking my cock like this!!! Fuckkkk!!”

Archie doesn’t want to just stay still, he holds his hand to the back of her head, quickly and hardly pound into her mouth in fast paces, not letting her have a break. He pounds her fast like a jackhammer, fucking her face like he never had oral sex before.

“Yesss!!! Oh fuckkkk!! Gonna fuck your mouth hard boss!!! Feels fuckin good!”

“He’s penetrating my mouth like it was nothing for him, somehow even harder than when I had intercourse with him and the other two. Is it because this is the first time we have oral intercourse secretly during work hours? Maybe that’s his motivation? I’m waiting for his next move because this is quite rousing. “Jihyo, once again being able to collect her thought while being face-fucked for the last five minutes.

“Fuck, boss, I can’t wait anymore, come over here, I want to pound you hard.”

“Okay.”

Archie pulls out, helping his boss stands up and drags her to the sink. Kissing her again, he lifts her up and let her sit onto it, spreading her legs to both sides. He then proceeds to remove her lower clothing, revealing her navy-colored panties, with him cracking a huge smile.

“Oooh, you came prepared boss, my fav lingerie color of yours hehe.”

“I’m glad you like it. “

“Of course I do.”

Not any moment wasted, he pulls her panties off and drops it to the floor, revealing her tight pink pussy.

He’s playing around with it with his fingers, then his tongue just to prep up Jihyo for what comes next.

“Time to fuck you boss.”

Archie lines his dick towards her lips, pushing his hardened rod into her, with both gasping out with the entrance. Her warmth and tight walls are wrapping around his rod, with Archie moves his hips slowly in and out with full pleasure, penetrating his boss in decent speed.

“Ahhh shiettt boss, tight as ever!!! Gonna make you and me feel great !!!”

Archie thrusts faster, wanting to break Jihyo’s pussy as much as he can. He doesn’t want any slow build-up, pistons her once he finds good pace, taking his chance to fuck his curvy boss, smashing his lower body into hers without mercy.

Suddenly, Jihyo’s phone rings up, she quickly turns on noise cancelling for her Air pods and take the call without stopping Archie.

“This is Park Jihyo.”

“Hello, good evening, Miss Jihyo, my name is Lee Soo-man from SM Entertainment, we talked on the phone last week, please to meet you!”

“Please to meet you too Sir! How can I help you?” Jihyo replies calmly while Archie keeps pounding into her.

“I call because of our contracts with your studio with my girls Aespa! I heard great things about the last time they were working with you and your studio! Thank you for taking care of the girls on my behalf! Did they behave well during the photoshoot?”

“Absolutely Sir! Your beautiful ladies were a delight to work with! They were very professional and cheerful; we had a great time during the shoots! Did the sales for their promotions gone well?” Jihyo keeps on talking, while uses his hands to unbutton her top, dives his face into her big tits and suck them, with Jihyo still remains calm.

“The sales went up 10% with the photoshoots, and it was a success with marketing campaign and global recognitions for the girls! thank you so much to you and your team!”

“Thank you for trusting us with the project Sir! My team and I are glad the group is doing great; I think I could purchase an album myself!”

“There is no need, Miss Jihyo! A Limited Edition with signatures from the girls are already being sent your way as a gift! SM Entertainment would be glad to work with TDG Agency again for their next comebacks! Shall we set up another meeting for the new contract? Let’s say next Tuesday, would that be possible?”

“Of course, Sir! Another project with SM Entertainment will be another great chance for TDG Agency too! And we’ll be very happy to welcome the girls to our studio shoot again!”

Jihyo still remains her composure during the calls, with Archie is still pounding his soul into Jihyo’s wet & tight lips. Occasionally, he gives her kisses on the lips or diving into her nipples again, like a hungry animal feasting on its prey.

“He keeps on penetrating me without caring my situation with the phone, I wish I can hear his usual vulgar words every time he thrusts into me. Such an interesting situation we’re in right now, “Jihyo is multitasking with her thoughts, while still on the call and being fucked to the brim by Archie.

“So yes Miss Jihyo, I think it’s all set! I think we will have that meeting and the new contract by next week! I hope to see you again! Have a wonderful rest of your week!”

“Have a delightful week to you too Sir! See you at SM Entertainment soon!”

As Jihyo turns off the noise cancellation, she can hear Archie’s moans again while fucking her, giving her passionate kisses afterwards.

“Always so busy huh Boss, hehe, even when getting fucked by your employee like this, you like the thrill boss?”

“It’s quite fascinating.” Jihyo smiles and returns the kisses to Archie.

“Fuckk boss, I’m very close now, fuckkkk!! I’m going to cum in your goddamn tight pussy, you’re tightening on me so much!! I’m going to fuckin fill your pussy with me cum boss!!”

“Go ahead.”

“Fuckk, I’m gonna cumm!! Holy shit I’m cumming!!”

Archie doesn’t lie, he cums straight and deep into her warm hole, filling his boss with his fill of thick cum.

Shots after shots shoot straight into her, with Archie moans in full orgasm.

“Fuckkkk!! Hahhh!! Fuckin good boss !!!”

He stays there for a bit, kissing Jihyo’s plump lips for a moment, then slowly pulls out from her, enjoying the last bit of himself inside her walls.

His cum is leaking and gushing out of Jihyo’s pussy, dripping down the sink’s surface and some drops onto the marble floor.

Once he’s completely detached from her body, Archie takes out his phone and take some pics of Jihyo in her creampied state as proofs, then quickly send it to Aaron and Peter with a small text.

“ArchieTheWicked: Creampied boss Jihyo in office restroom, done :thumbsup:”

“PeterTheCyberSpider: Way to go Jerk, achievement completed.”

“AaronTheMetaHuman: fan-fucking-tastic.”

As Archie pulls the paper to clean himself, and pulls up his pants, he quickly walks to Jihyo, still sitting on the sink, body is heaving up and down post-sex.

“I’m sorry I was into it too much during your all boss, got hooked into it too much, hope it didn’t feel too uncomfortable…”

“No, you did great.” Jihyo forms a smile while slightly catching her breath.

“Lemme clean things up for you boss, I’ll do it quick so you can get back.”

“Thank you, Archie,”

Archie quickly grabs more papers, wiping off sweats on her face his cum in her pussy and what’s left of his on the sink and the floor. He then helps her dress up again, firmly and tidy like nothing happened over the past 15 mins.

“All done boss, I hope I didn’t make too much of a mess and didn’t ruin your outfit.”

“You did well Archie, I feel fine, “Jihyo smiles again as a confirmation for Archie’s “extra credit”.

“May I have the picture you took of me?“

“Of course, Boss! Is there anything I can help you before I get back to my work? I will deliver the next steps for you before the day ends!”

“That’s all Archie, you can go.”

“Thank you for your time boss!”

Archie then bows to Jihyo, then he exits the restroom and runs back fast to his place.

Jihyo, looking at the pic from her phone, then look at the mirror, forms a smile and think to herself.

“That was eventful, and he was polite to me, I guess I like situations like this more than I thought.”

Jihyo then tidies up her outfit a bit, then exits the restroom, walks back to her office.

“BossJihyo: I’m back Sana, let’s continue our works, please give me any submissions while I was offline. Thank you.”

“AssistantSana: Welcome back boss! yes, I will attach the files right away for you! Do you require any refreshments or snacks?”

“BossJihyo: Lemon tea please, and Tiramisu Cake.”

“AssistantSana: I will bring it directly to you shortly! Anything else boss?”

“BossJihyo: That’s all Sana.”

“AssistantSana: Thank you for your time boss! Arigatou Goazaimasu!!”

The next day…

“BossJihyo: Mina, I want the submissions from Peter, will you collect the files for me?”

“AssistantMina: Hai Boss! I will do right away! is there anything else I can get your boss?”

“BossJihyo: That’s all for now Mina, thank you.”

“AssistantMina: Arigatou Gozaimasu Boss!”

In TDG chat sever

“MinaLegoPenguin: Peter-kun, Boss wants your files, send me the link of your folders here!”

“PeterCyber: Ok Mina-chan, will do, I owe you a Lego technic set.” “MinaLegoPenguin: “Ie ie, dōitashimashite! Send it to my apartment, okay?”

“PeterCyber: Gotcha.”

“SanaShiba: Nani? You bought her Lego and give me nothing ???”

“PeterCyber: Paid your lunch last time Osaka’s honey punch, now let me be bro “

“SanaShiba: I’M NOT A BRO!!! BAKA PETER BAKA!!: angryhamsteremoji:”

A few moments after Peter submits his works, he gets the reply from both Mina and Jihyo right away.

“MinaLegoPenguin: Peter-kun, boss replied in your in the review box!”

“PeterCyber: Oki Doki”

“SanaShiba: Boss might hate your designs so much she replies fast: laughingsquirellemoji:”

“PeterCyber: you want me to send you clips of Thunder sounds? your fav?”

“SanaShiba: NANI??? NOOOOO!!“

As Peter opens the review box, he sees two notifications.

“Hello Peter, here’s my review from your works: I like the 3D models’ thumbnails you did; I personally think Option two would be a better choice since it shows what the clients want right away. For the next step I want you to proceed to upgrade that model with different camera angles so I can show the clients different views of it. Excellent work.”

And the second notification…

“You earned the extra credit, meet me in one hour at your desired place through my number.”

“Guess that’s my cue boys, see you in a bit.”

“High five,” Aaron teases.

“Heh, remember, always has souvenirs from your trip dipshit.” Archie chimes in.

“SanaShiba: You three with those smiles like a bunch of hyenas again!!!! Nanda Kore wa ????”

“PeterCyber: none of ya business Squirrel Girl, I’ll tell Mina-chan not you.”

“MinaPenguinLego: ehh… don’t think I want to know …”

In TDG private server…

“BossJihyo: I will take my break, please leave any requests into my requests and I will return shortly.” “AssistantMina: Hai Boss! I will inform you if there’s anything, do you need any refreshments or snacks once you come back?”

“BossJihyo: Chamomile Tea please.”

“AssistantMina: Hai Boss!”

Jihyo exits her room, then walks out of the studio towards the same place as yesterday, but this time, she goes through the storage room at the end of the hallway, where Peter is waiting for her there.

“Hello Peter, you got here early.” Jihyo smiles while closing the door behind her

“Of course, Boss, and you’re always one time! Ok, I think you know the rules, right?”

“Yes.”

“Here goes!”

Peter flips the coin, for the first round, the coin reveals tails.

“Guess I’ll have your tits today.”

Then another flip, the coins reveal heads

“So, I’ll have your tits & your pussy today boss hehehe. You ready?”

“I am. Go ahead.”

With no minutes wasted, they kiss each other, making out as fast as they can, with Peter is moving his hand all over Jihyo’s curves and grab a large amount on her butt cheeks, slapping it a bit.

“Goddamn it bosses you’re fuckin thick, and that perfume of yours.”

Peter then pulls a chair and sits on it, giving Jihyo signs what he needs

“Boss, I guess we should start what I want hehe.”

“Sure.”

Jihyo doesn’t hesitate, she unbuttons her top to reveals a red bra underneath, then pulls out her big tits dying for some air, which excites Peter.

“Red bra, just as I like Boss! Come one, gimme those tits.”

“I will”

Jihyo then kneels to Peter’s crotch, helps him pulls down his pants down to his knees, with his hardened dick pops out like an antenna.

Holding tight to her boobs, she puts his erected rod in between of her giant mounds, moving them up & down slowly in rhythm, with Peter’s monas can be heard in each movement.

“Ahhh… nice… That’s fucking good boss!! Keep going please!”

“I’m glad you like it.” Jihyo gives a smile to Peter, while he himself fully enjoys the sensation

Once Jihyo is more comfortable with the position, she quickens the frictions, moving her tits through the motions, while sometimes using her tongue to tease the tip of his dick, making Peter barely could hold down his voice

“Ahhh shieettt I like when you do that Boss!! Fuccckkk !!!”

A few moments passed by Peter then holds onto Jihyo’s face and telling her the things he wanted most the entire time

“Boss, how about your fuckin ride me on this chair? I want you so much now!”

“I’ll do that.”

Jihyo then stops what she’s been doing, stands up then removes her lower garment, puts it at the side, revealing her red undies.

She doesn’t waste any time to finally remove it, getting herself naked down below, while sitting onto Peter’s lap.

She’s using her hand to line his dick towards her pussy lips, then slowly penetrate her warm walls, sitting down to his lap, letting his dick pushes through her tight walls, with both Jihyo & peter are giving out moans afterwards.

“Fuckkk it’s hot Boss!!”

“It is.”

“Now bounce yourself for me, I want it!!”

Jihyo takes no break, she bounces herself on top of Peter from flow to faster movements, holding onto the back of his head. Occasionally, they’re giving out kisses, or Peter shoves his face straight into her tits, enjoying the softness of her big mound, kissing and licking her nipples.

Jihyo’s phone, out of the sudden, rings up again, and she does the same thing as yesterday, turning on noise cancellation

“This is Park Jihyo.”

“Hello Miss Park, this is Hometown Real Estate, we had completely transferred the information for your purchase with the new apartment blocks, we wonder if you can provide us with some final confirmations about the name and owners?”

“Absolutely, once I confirm, when can everything finally be done? I don’t prefer any delays “Jihyo speaks in stern voice while still riding on Peter’s lap

“It should be done by the evening Miss Park; our agents will do their bests to rush the process.”

Jihyo continues her calls, while Peter, from down below, holds his hands around her butt cheeks, thrusts his hips upward into Jihyo’s tight hole, while she’s still holding onto his neck, keeping a calm demeanor with the call. Peter thrusts hard and fast, pistons her deep and quick as possible, making the chair below them shakes with the harsh movements.

“So greedy to penetrate me, yet he’s done it very well so far, seems like he has no problem of making me feel excited while in this situation, and in one of my favorite positions too. His moans and vulgar words must be quite loud at this point.” Jihyo is still collecting thoughts while finishing her call.

“And that’s its Miss Park; every information has finally been transferred completely to your account and on your name. Congratulations Miss Park, you’re the new owner of the building blocks!”

“Thank you for your service.”

“We’re glad to be of help Miss Park! Please have a good day ahead!”

Jihyo turns off the noise cancellation again, and all that’s left is the sound of Peter’s moans and the sounds of his lower body’s slapping straight into hers

“Hehe, new purchase huh boss? You’re one successful woman now, both successful and sexy! That makes you even hotter to me and makes me want to fuck you more boss!!”

“Thank you, Peter,” Jihyo gives him a smile while returning his kisses.

“Fuckkkk boss, I love fucking you like this, too fuckin good!!! I’m going to blast my entire load in you soon!!! Fuckkkk your body and your pussy are fuckin tight !!!”

“Then you can do it.”

“I’m going to cummm!! Fuckkkk Boss I’m gonnna cum !!!”

Peter keeps his words, a full blast of cum shooting straight up into Jihyo’s pussy filling her with hot cum.

He cums in her deep, emptying his loads straight into her warm walls, feels like he could stay like this for a long time, with his orgasmic moan confirms the pleasure on his end.

Jihyo then pulls out from him slowly, stands up from his lap and removes herself from his still erected dick, with his cum leaks out from her walls, dropping down to the chair, running onto her inner thighs a bit and some drops down to the floor, as Peter quickly takes a shot with his phone with a bright smile. He then sends it to Aaron & Archie in quick text:

“PeterTheCyberSpider: Creampied Boss Jihyo in storage room, done: thumbsup:”

“ArchieTheWicked: Fuckin hell yeah”

“AaronTheMetaHuman: You did it you lewd mofo “

The two then slow regain their senses a bit, with Peter quickly takes some tissues and cleaning himself, then helping Jihyo to clean up the mess

 “Lemme do it Boss, I made the mess, I’ll clean it! I’ll make sure of it for you!”

“Thank you, Peter"

“I apologize if I was being too rough with you back then, my horniness took over a bit much Boss.”

“I like it Peter, you did great job.” Jihyo confirms with a smile, gives him a peck on his cheek.

Once Peter and Jihyo are finally cleaned up and well dressed again, he quickly opens the door, not forgetting to ask Jihyo some questions before leaving

“Anything you need me to do for your Boss?”

“No, I can go back myself”

“So, more details on the 3D models right boss? and some camera angles? I will deliver before the days end for you for sure!”

“That will do Peter “

“Thank you for your time, Boss!” Peter bows, then quickly leaves the room back to his desk, not before sending Jihyo the picture of herself.

Jihyo takes a quick look at the photo, gives out a bright smile

“I do look quite erotic in this.”

She takes no further due, quickly walks back to her office and back to her daily work.

“BossJihyo: I’m back Mina, can I have the Chamomile tea please “

“AssistantMina: Hai Boss! I’ll be right with you!”

“AssistantSana: Glad to have you back Boss!”

“BossJihyo: I also want you two to bring some notes to my office, I want to schedule our new projects for the upcoming weeks. We should plan it ahead at this point.”

“AssistantSana: yes Boss! I’ll be right there!”

“AssistantMina: Hai Boss! I will bring that and your chamomile tea!”

The next day

“BossJihyo: Sana, Mina, did Aaron send me the new updates yet?”

“AssistantMina: Hai Boss! I just got his files; I will transfer to your review box right away!”

“AssistantSana: I will keep you up to date if there’s anything more boss!”

In TDG chat sever

“SanaShiba: you’re dead Aaron!! Boss is reviewing your stuffs!!!! I can’ wait to see her nutmeg you with her words !!!!”

“AaronMeta: Dream on Squirrel “

“MinaLegoPenguin: Aaron-kun she just replies! Go see it!”

“SanaShiba: bet ya she killed you with her words!!!!!!!!!!!”

“AaronMeta: On the contrary, obviously not, so you lose Squirrel”

“SanaShiba: BAAKAAAAA!!!!!!”

As Aaron opens the review box, he sees two notifications

“Hello Aaron, this is my reviews for you. I like the color thumbnails and composition for these; they are matching both my directions and the client directions. However, we can only choose one so please proceed with option 1, since the other two options, while meeting expectations, could be quite controversial with the color choices. So, with that’s being said, please provide me another round of finished sketch for this one, and it would be better if you can provide different color values and saturations. Thank you”

And the other one:

“You earned the extra credit, meet me in one hour at your desired place through my number.”

“It’s time for my crusade my fellowship of the rings.”

“Go on, claim your victory asshat lol”

“Take pics and better get a good view ya noob.”

“AaronMeta: Guess the Boss lady loves my stuff Squirrel, you’re out.”

“SanaShiba: Nani?????? She likes it??? Man, those looks terrible!!!!! Can’t believe you three dorks are still laughing about it!!!”

“AaronMeta: I’ll screencap this and send it to Boss, let’s see if she agrees with your opinions.”

“SanaShiba: YAMETE KUDASAIIIII!!! DON’T DO THAT!!!: scarehamsteremoji:”

Sana types while making surprised noises, making everyone in the studio to look at her while she bows in complete shame and embarrassment.

In TDG VIP server…

“BossJihyo: What was that noise? I just heard someone’s loud echo.”

“AssistantSana: It’s all my fault Boss!! I will not do that again!”

“BossJihyo: please refrain from doing unnecessary sound Sana, I don’t prefer my studio to be a playground.”

“AssistantSana: Gomen nasai Boss!!! I won’t do that again!”

“AssistantMina: I’ll make sure she won’t do that again Boss …”

“BossJihyo: I will take my break now, please inform me if there’s anything in the request box.”

“AssistantSana: I will Boss! DO you prefer any snacks & refreshments once you’re back?”

“BossJihyo: Lemon Juice please.”

“AssistantSana: Hai Boss!!!”

“AssistantMina: let us know once you’re back!!”

Jihyo, once again, for the 3rd time of the week, walks fast towards the empty halls of the floor, but this time, she enters the emergency exit stairwell, with Aaron already waiting for her.

“Hello Aaron, you’ve been here already.”

“Yes Boss!! Can’t be late for this one!! Now lemme flip the coin!”

Aaron does his first flip; it goes to heads.

“Blowjobs, ah ha, guess my first round is your mouth boss!”

Then the second flip, it goes to tails.

“Ahh yehh, guess I’ll have your ass Boss!! You’re ready? I’m sooo so ready!”

“I am ready.”

The two dives into each other, giving out kisses as fast as they can, while Aaron doesn’t hesitate to grope Jihyo’s all over, but he’s more of an impatience guy, so he just goes right in with her buttons and pants, pulls them off quickly, with her black bra & undies.

“Oh shiet, black ones, you know my fav isn’t you hehe.”

“I do.”

“And that perfume too, man, I’m so wanting you now boss!”

Understands the cue, Jihyo drops down to her knees and face herself towards his crotch, helping him removes his pants down to knee level, with his dick pops straight up to her face, surprises her a bit.

“Sorry for the sudden erection Boss hehe, hope you don’t mind suck it for me “

“Sure Aaron.” Jihyo returns a smile to Aaron.

Jihyo wraps her mouth completely around this dick, bobbing her head back and forth onto his lengthy one. Knowing Aaron’s impatience, she goes hard and fast from the get-go, making him way more excited than he should be.

“Ahhhh yehhh fuck yehhh boss!!! That’s right suck me hard!”

He’s using this as a leverage, deepthroat Jihyo once in a few strokes, gagging her at some point during the blowjobs, but Jihyo takes it well without any complaints or sudden stop.

She lets him does what he wants, not letting small discomfort interrupt the process.

“Hope you like getting its deep boss!! Cause I’ll go even deeper in your ass!!”

“I would like to see that.”

Aaron then help Jihyo stands up, kissing and groping her big tits for a bit before his main course.

He lets her hold on to the railing of the stairwell, bending down a bit, not forgetting to grab and slap her butt cheeks, make them ripples while fondling the softness of her big tits.

“Time for the main task boss hehe “

Jihyo’s undies are quickly being removed, revealing her pussy lips and butthole, all out for Aaron to enjoy.

Using his fingers, he moves his index and middle fingers across her pussy lips to tease her, then circling around her tight anal hole pushing his digits into it a tiny bit just to prep her up for the penetration.

Without further due, Aaron lines his pointy shaft towards her puckered hole, goes in with the best of his abilities to push his tip passing her anus, pushing it further. With some complications and some delays due to her tightness, but once Aaron can fully penetrate her hot tight hole, both give out erotic moans together.

“Ah. that’s very tight.”

“Ahhhh shiett Boss, fuck your ass is sooo tight!!! I might cum faster than I thought!!”

Aaron slowly moves his hips, thrusting himself into Jihyo in slow pace just to enjoy her warmth and tightness first, then he’s taking up his pace, goes faster, just like both him and Jihyo wanted.

“Ahhh fuckkkk, so good Boss!!!! Your ass is sooo good!!”

And, like usual, Jihyo’s phone rings again.

“This is Park Jihyo.”

“Hello Ms. Jihyo, this is HYBE Entertainment, we would love to discuss with you about a possible collaboration with your studio and an upcoming project with our Idol group, would you be of interested?”

“Yes, I am listening.”

“The project will be a new collaboration for Le Sserafim with a new promotion for electronic devices, and we would love to have your hands on our branding and illustration/concept designs for this one. It will be a long-term project till the end of this fall, would this opportunity suitable with your studio’s schedule?”

“Absolutely, me and my team would love to give our skills to provide the best qualities to meet your requirements!”

“That is delightful to hear! We would love to have further discussion with you over our online meeting. How about next Friday at nine, would that be suitable for you?”

“That won’t be a problem!”

Jihyo keeps on talking, while her ass is being plowed from behind by her employee.

Her hands hold tight onto the railings, her face contorts a bit due to the tightness and quick penetrations in her ass, but she remains utmost calm as much as possible.

“Ah. He’s penetrating my rosebud with hard movements. Having intercourse in that place is always both a slight discomfort and pleasure for me, but his dedications to it make me enjoy the advantage side of it more. Even with this noise cancelling I can tell that his moans and emotions defy the pleasure from his end.”

“And that would settle it Miss Jihyo, we can discuss even more information about the project at the meeting! If you have any further question, please let us know! Otherwise please have a productive day ahead!”

“I will, thank you for contacting! TDG Agency is pleasure to work with you!”

Once the noise cancelling is off, Aaron’s moans quickly replaced the calls

“Always on the calls huh boss, hehe, even when you’re getting anal fuck by your employee! Fuckkkk you’re so hot when I fuck your ass from behind like this Boss!!”

“I do like multitasking.”

“And I’m multitasking on your body now boss hehe! Fuckkkk, I want to cum so bad now!! I’m going to cum fucking soon!”

“Yes, you can do that.”

“Fuckkk I’m cumming!!”

Aaron goes for one final pushes, he pushes deep inside her ass, then cum his entire load into her, filling her whole. His entire cumload is shooting inside her like a fountain, hot and thick cum explode insider Jihyo’s warm anal hole.

Aaron stays there with his orgasm a bit, then bend down to kiss Jihyo on the back of her neck, then her lips, before slowly pulls out of her.

His cumload is flowing out of her gaping hole, thick blob of cum runs onto her thighs, then drops down to the floor in streams.

Quickly take a shot, Aaron then sends right to his chat box with the other two.

“AaronTheMetahuman: Creampied Boss Jihyo in the fire exit, completed :thumbsup:”

“ArchietheWicked: Congrats doofus, you did the thing.”

“PeterTheCyberSpider: The mad lad did it.”

Aaron cleans himself up, not wasting time to do the same for Jihyo too, then helps her dress up again, just like how the other two did with her.

“Boss I apologize if I did go too hard on you, I … think I liked it too much without caring for your situation.”

“No, that was enjoyable, I like it Aaron.”

“Phew, thanks Boss. SO, color variations right Boss? And that will be the rest of the tasks before the days end?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome Boss, I’ll deliver for you at 4:30pm, it won’t be much of a problem.”

“Thank you, Aaron,” Jihyo smiles at him while giving him a peck on his lips.

“Thank you for your time, Boss!”

Aaron then quickly leaves, with Jihyo is left standing there checking on the pic of herself being anal creampied.

“Huh, I can’t believe having anal intercourse in a place like this is quite hot.”

Jihyo walks back to her office like nothing happened for the past 15 min, then resume her daily task again.

“BossJihyo: Sana, Mina, I’m back.”

“AssistantMina: Hai! your lemon juice coming right up boss!

“AssistantSana: We’ll always be here for your boss!!”

“BossJihyo: Thank you two, now let’s proceed with the plan, come to my office in 10 min.”

“AssistantMina: Hai Boss!”

“AssistantSana: Yes Boss!”

Friday

“Great work for the week everyone. I am very pleased with our progress so far, even with delays you managed to provide me with great quality work, and I’m thankful for that.”

“Your welcome boss!” everyone in unison

“Have a great weekend, next Monday we will have another meeting to discuss about our upcoming new projects, team leaders be ready to take important notes and divide the tasks to your teams. Thank you “

“Thank you for your time, Boss!” Everyone in unison again

With everyone is packing up to leave for the day, the trio Aaron Archie Peter stay at their places for a bit.

Sana and Mina is helping Jihyo to recollect the files, then hurrying up to shut down their computers

“Have a nice weekend you nerddddddssssss! I’m going to enjoy my two-day vacationnnnnnnn.” Sana is cheering up herself

“Peter-kun, remember to send the Lego technic to my place, ok? Arigatou gozaimasu!” Mina is packing while chatting with Peter.

“Mata ne Mina!“ Peter waves his hand.

“Oyasumi Mina!“ Aaron and Archie chimes in.

“Hey, you nerds didn’t do that to meee!!” Sana whines.

“We’re not your personal butler Osaka’s honey punch.“

“Bleeeeee, no wonder you three don’t have a girlfrienddddddd.” Sana tease while hopping out on her feet to the elevator, with Mina follows behind.

Once everyone leaves the studio, the three then crack a smile to each other

“it’s time boys hehehe.”

“Yeppp, let’s check on boss!!”

“That’s right.”

Surprisingly, it’s Jihyo the one who’s approaching them, as she walks out of her office towards their places.

“Woah boss, you’re way ahead of us!”

“I don’t think I should be late right?“ Jihyo greets them back with a smile.

“Well boss, shall we begin?“

“Of course,”

A few moments later…

It’s already passed office hours.

People are leaving to their homes one floor after another, emptying the building.

Lights are being turned off one place after another by the security guards, leaving no one behind.

Except for TDG Agency, where the main lobby’s light is still on, with Jihyo and the trio are engaging in their “overtime activities.”

Jihyo kneels to near the sofa, still on the call with her AirPods, while the trio Aaron Archie and Peter surrounding her, their pants are below knee level, dicks are pointing out and being engulfed by their boss simultaneously, either by her hands or her pretty lips.

“And yes Miss Jihyo, I hope that our services had provide you with the best qualities for your new kitchen setup! Our customer service is online 24/7 so you can reach us through this number anytime you wish! Is there anything we can do for you Miss?”

“Mhmmm. I would love to have some further upgrades with my washing machines as well after the installation for my kitchen, but for the time being I’m pleased with the new sets.”

“We’re glad to hear it from you Miss Jihyo! is there anything else we can do for you?“

“Mphhhhmmm. That will be all.“

“Thank you for your time, Miss! We wish you a good night and a great weekend!”

Once the call ends, Jihyo resume with her acts, sucking the guys’ erected dicks without any problems.

“Damnn Boss, I got to admire your skills of doing this haha.” Peter compliments Jihyo

“Yehhhh Boss!! Fuck you look hot doing that calling & fucking trope!!” Archie adds.

“And you did it soooo well!! Fuckkkk!!! Yes, boss keep sucking my cock!!”

“Thank you three, like I said, I like multitasking.“ Jihyo returns to them while continuing sucking their big rods.

The trio then take further steps, each of them take turns pounding Jihyo’s beautiful face in faster pace, almost gagging her in the process with their hard thrusts.

Each of them enjoys having their dicks fully wrapped inside Jihyo’s mouth, her tongue also does wonder by helping with the frictions, swirling around their dicks in each turn.

Jihyo takes their dicks well, she adjusts to the movement of their hips as stable as possible, even if there are some sloppiness from the guys, but she’s calmly taken it like a true boss that she is.

Some of her drools are dropping down to her now button-free chest, as Jihyo slowly unbuttons her top, popping out her tits from her white bra, freeing them from its tightness.

“White bra, yesss Boss!!”

“I’m glad. mhpppm. You like it. phmm.” Jihyo does her best to reply while being face-fucked by the trio.

“You always know what to wear for us right Boss? Always wear the ones that make us hard!!”

“Yepppp!! and your curvy body helps with that PERFECTLY!!”

Jihyo gives them a smile through her beautiful round eyes, keep on sucking the trio with pleasure.

She even does harder tricks with them, taking two dicks in her mouth oat the same time while maintaining her pace, surprising the trio with her skills, raising their desires with her even further.

“FUCKKK Boss !!! that’s amazing!! I guess it’s really time for the main task!!”

“Yesssss!!! Hard to hold myself up anymore!!”

“Fuck yehh!! let’s do it!!”

The trio then help Jihyo stand up, with them giving her kisses all over her body, taking her like hungry animals.

Their hands are groping her, touching her in any places possible.

They’re also removing their own clothes, then throw it to the sides of the sofa.

Jihyo on the other hand, calmly removes her clothing’s, first her top, then her bra follows, as her big tits bounce off immediately.

Then following with her pants and undies, and in a matter of seconds the four of them are fully naked, as they dive into each other once again, with the trio proceed to suck onto Jihyo’s tits & nipples, kissing her abs up & down.

Their fingers are teasing into her pussy and anal hole just to prep her up, somewhat entering her holes and feel the wetness and tightness.

“Guess you’re ready Boss! Come here!!”

Aaron then guides Jihyo towards the sofa.

He kisses her a bit, then sit his body down to the sofa, dick pointing up the ceiling, hard and ready for penetration.

Jihyo gets the cue, she mounts herself on top of him, lines up her pussy lips to his pointy shaft, then lowering herself down into it, resulting in a moan between the two.

Once Jihyo straddles fully onto his lap, with his dick penetrates the deepest of her wet pussy, then she starts to bounce herself up and down onto him, with her tits are slowly matching up the paces.

Jihyo bounces faster, letting her body getting more comfortable with the position, while Aaron’s hands are grabbing onto her curvy butt cheeks from behind to help her gain some balance, with his face close to where her tits are.

Another phone call rings…

“This is park Jihyo.”

“Hey Ji, you’re packing up for tomorrow yet?“

“Oh, hi Jeongyeon, I haven’t finish packing yet, been pretty busy with works, but will do tonight for sure.” Jihyo replies with an unusual friendlier and relaxed voice than usual.

“Huh, man you’re always working, but oh well, make sure to pack those things, I already had mine already, now all I need is to pack the stuffs for my “housemate”, goddamn it she’s handful sooo many times.”

“Ah really, well, I can’t help you with that sorry, but don’t think that will be a problem, right? If you can’t I can pack some more stuffs, I only go by myself with a light carry suitcase anyway?”

“Even if you do pack it, I just want to make sure, my “housemate” is one hell of a problem, ughhh, feels like I’m her mom more than her own mom.”

“I’m sure you do well take care of her Jeongie, you’re the best at that our of us three anyway. You need anything else?” Jihyo replies with softer tone.

“Well, I do, going to give you a list now, let me find my list of stuffs, where is it anyway?? Ah ok here it is. Gonna be quite long.“

“I don’t mind that, so what will we need?”

While Jihyo is still on the call, Archie from behind then approaches the two on the sofa.

His hand is stroking his dick to its maximum length, while giving signs to Aaron from below, as he then holds onto Jihyo’s back and pulls her torso towards himself, prepare her for the next act.

 Archie wastes no time, he uses his fingers to circle around Jihyo’s back hole, somewhat using his digits to ease up her tightness.

Then, he points his dick at the entrance of her small hole, slowly pushes it in passes the tip of his head a bit, and within a few tries, he’s able to move his inches into Jihyo’s unbelievably hot anal hole, giving her a slight surprise.

“Ahh. Ahh.”

“Uh… what was that? You okay Ji?”

“Oh, it was. nothing, I dropped some stuffs from the desk.”

“Damn you’re still working. Man, it’s late! Better wrap up and go home yo, we’ll go early tomorrow!”

“I’ll wrap up… as soon as possible.”

“Ok, so we still have this thing to get, while you and I already had each.”

Jihyo is doing her best to keep up the call, while Archie and Aaron start to find their paces inside both her holes, double-penetrating her to full pleasure.

They’re pounding her in good rhythm, in and out their dicks are thrusting in her in steady paces, opening her tight and wet holes wider through each thrust, with Jihyo is still managing herself between the two.

Doesn’t want to feel left out, Peter finally approaches where the three are pounding into each other, getting his dick ready.

He climbs onto the sofa at the side, aiming his erected shaft towards Jihyo’s opening mouth, pushes in the last available entrance on her body, with the trio are finally stuffing Jihyo in all three ends, leaving no room left on her body.

“They’re finally penetrating me at the same time once again, and this time they make me have intercourse with them while on the phone, it’s like they barely care of anything now. They keep on thrilling me with new experiences, one week after another, and that’s’ why I always enjoy having intercourse with them, rough or sensual, now matte the sensation they can bring to me. I think I should relax my body more starting from now and let them handle the situation even further, because I honestly can’t wait what will this night bring me. So, excite me up once again you three.” Jihyo is multitasking again, having deep thoughts while being airtight by three guys, while also on the phone call with her friend, and she does it exceptionally.

 A few moments passed, Jihyo is still on the call with Jeongyeon, while the trio are still fucking her to no end.

Their paces are fast and chaotic, their dicks are being fully engulfed and wrapped inside Jihyo’s tight, wet and crazily warm holes, with no signs of discomfort coming from her.

Their dicks keep on pounding and pounding, wanting to break their boss’s body with their lewd desires, fucking Jihyo in tandem.

Her body, her curves entirely belong to them at this point, it’s like heaven on earth for the trio.

The only thing that is between them now is the noise cancellation from her phone calls, in which Jihyo wishes that she can hear their loud moans while chatting, as she must somewhat imagine how loud they can be while being pounded repeatedly.

The moment finally comes, as Jihyo can sense that their paces are reaching its peak, in which Jihyo understands that their ejaculations are getting near.

She doesn’t feel like stopping them, well, she couldn’t if she wanted to at this point, as the trio are revving up their balls for their final thrusts, fucking her even harder just to reach their orgasms, while Jihyo still continues the call with any sign of hanging up.

And, within a blink of an eye, the trio cum their loads into her.

Archie goes first with his cum, filling her anal hole with his hot cum shots, shooting straight into the deepest part of her ass.

Aaron then follows, his thick cum is blowing inside her pussy, giving her hot blows of cum inside her wet walls.

And finally, Peter, explodes his entire load onto her face, some of his cum fly straight into her tongue and mouth, while the rest make a mess onto her facial features.

“Anddddddd that’s about it, ready for our two days hot spring trip ??”

“Oh yes. yes Jeongie, I do. Any. other things. I must note down?”

“Nope, the only thing I need to note down is how I’m going to wake up my “housemate” tomorrow while she’s still watching her silly dramas. Ugh, I do not get paid for this shit.”

“You’ll do well Jeongie. Guess. We’ll meet tomorrow. at the bus stop?”

“Yeppppp, alrighty, see ya Ji, don’t be late!”

“Goodnight Jeongie, see both of you tomorrow.”

As Jihyo hangs up, loud noises can be heard around her, and she’s already known what they are.

“FUCKKKKKK!!! That was fuckinnnn goooooodd!! I can’t… believe. you’re able to pull that off Boss !!!” Archie groans out loud while his body feels the orgasm, letting go of Jihyo’s body.

“You’re fucking amazing Boss!!! Fuckkkk. Like how you do… even do that ???” Aaron adds to it while removing himself off Jihyo and drops his butt to the floor.

“Fucking darn amazing feat you got their boss!! Like… how. how did you even do it without … any discomfort or. interruptions ??” Peter feels his orgasms while moving out of the sofa and sit on a chair near there.

“I. like to multitask. that’s all” Jihyo finally replies, while her body is full of sweat, heaving up and down, dropping herself down to the floor, with cum leaking out from her holes and to the marble floor below, while some more cum are still sticking onto her face, some drops onto her heaving big titties.

“Boss… That was fucking amazing, but. it’s unfair if us three only had one chances. with one of your holes … right?”

“Yeh…. Boss, I can go on for more… Fuck I can always go more for you boss!!”

“Me three, can go… anytime for your boss!!”

“I. do not oppose that idea. You three. can continue with me. as much as you desire…” Jihyo replies while catching her breath.

Her words are the confirmations for the three, as they take their water breaks a bit, then continue their sexual engagements with her.

Jihyo does not hold herself anymore, she just let them do anything as they please, taking her from sessions to sessions of airtight fuck, penetrating her tight holes for as long as possible, changing into any positions as they please, with the trio then take her holes in switching turns.

Either Peter takes her asshole, Archie takes her pussy while Aaron takes her mouth in a reverse position, to having her straight to the floor with them keep on penetrating her.

And even better, while she’s on a few other calls again, but that doesn’t stop her from enjoying the hardcore sex with the three, because that’s how they want to end their fruitful work week: having a full-on sex activity before weekend comes.

An hour later…

“Phewwwww, man I’m spent!!! … Fuck that was awesome “Aaron is catching his breath while taking the water.

“Fuck yeah… hell yeah. One hell of a way to wrap the week!!” Peter, lays flat to the floor and moans out.

“Holy shit I can barely move now haha… man… that was fan fucking tastic!!”

The three finally give into their tiredness, laying flat on the floor or just near the walls. Jihyo, on the other hands, sitting down in the middle of everything, her body is reddened, with some handprints on different parts of her body.

Her ass sores and gapes, her pussy is also reddened thanks to the poundings.

Cum are flowing in streams from her holes, make a huge pile below her body, while her beautiful face is now being “decorated” with cum, ruining her makeup, hair falls and messy all over. But does she love it, yes.

“That was… a great… sensation… you three. did … a very excellent job… with me.” Jihyo finally able to form some words, while doing her very best to open her eyes and catching her breathes.

“Man, Boss. I’ll be honest… I have a huge appreciation for you now… like. VERY HUGE …”

“Yeh. Like seriously. still don’t know. how you did that with us …”

“I guess. That’s why she’s our boss your noobs. she can do EVERYTHING!”

“Thank you… for your compliments. I. did. my best. as always.”

“So boss, guess we’ll help you. clean things up then. don’t want to leave a mess here, right guys?”

“Yeh… we should,  . it’s getting late, don’t want the security to check on us.”

“Sure, let’s clean things up, we’ll help you boss … We always will do that for you.”

“Thank you… you three.”

And with that, the four of them then clean up the place, doing their very best to not leave any traces.

As a nice gesture, Jihyo also offers them to wash themselves up with her inside her private restroom, cleaning any last evidence left on their bodies, and finally packing up and close the studio.

“Damn I’m hungry, you two want to go eat something?”

“Yeh, I can eat an entire hot pot now.”

“That’s a good idea, why don’t we do that, you… want to join us Boss? There’s a nice place near our studio! We’ll love you to join!”

“I think that will be a go.” Jihyo smiles back in full agreement with the three, as four of them leaves the building and walk to the hot pot restaurant, ending their nights.

Half hour later, at the restaurant…

“Cheer boss!!! For this productive week and more to come ahead!!“

“Alrightyyyy !! let’s dive in!!!“

“Here Boss !! take this one, it’s a special dish here!! We’re saving it up for you.”

“Thank you three, this place is cozy, I really enjoy it so far. I will recommend to my family and friends once they visit.”

“So boss, you’re going on a vacation tomorrow? Sounds exciting!“

“Yes, I planned this one a head a few weeks ago with my close friends, I really enjoy a hot spring weekend from time to time.”

“Damn that sounds amazing Boss! We nerds going to go to a Gundam convention tomorrow, going to spend our weekends there!”

“Gundam? is it anything like what Mina has on her table? The Legos?”

“Ohhhhh you probably don’t know boss, it’s more on robotic stuffs, like this here lemme show you: swiping the phone for Gundam images:  You see us three we share this hobby of building model kits together for a while now and that’s how we connected too back then!”

“That’s quite fascinating that you three share a lot of activities together, I’m impressed.”

“Yehhhh Boss !! but anyway, sorry if I ask you this but Boss, are we having more projects with different celebrities? Like Aespa and Le Sserafim per se?“

“Yes, we will, and it will be long term contracts too. And, since you three are here with me, I can hint to you one project, that might be very beneficial for our studio on a long run. And it will include my two close friends.“

“Holy damn, really Boss? So. your friends, the ones we’re going to collab with, they’re celebrities too?”

“Actually, only one of them, the other is her manager.”

“Ohh ok, so … boss, who is it going to be?”

“She’s a beauty pageant turned KOL and Idol now, I think you know of her status.”

“Actually Boss, that’s a whole lot of them, no offense at all.“

“Well then, have you ever heard of Im Nayeon?“

“WHATTTTTTTT!!!” The three drop their chopsticks in huge shock.

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Leona realizing he's with a f reader out of HIS league. The humbling for this man's pride is extreme. Poor lion needs reassurance you won't leave his mangy ass.

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Omg LoserBf!Leona that spoils you, his girl deserves it!! Really, you’re far too good for him- Maybe he likes a challenge after all? With all the people coming up to you out of nowhere for dates and jobs, he’s got his work cut out for him! Leona wouldn’t have it any other way though, you do seem your happiest when he’s getting shown up, and he’s caught a terrible case of “whipped 4 gf” :(

LoserBf!Leona that marks you up on the regular,,, It’s not his fault you’re so good at getting attention :/ All he can think about when he sees you is how pretty you look- And how many other people are thinking the same thing. It’s an easy routine to follow when you’re already in the lion’s den,, His eyes focus on the spots he looks at the most, like your lips and neck, he kisses and bites interchangeably until you nobody can look at you without thinking of him.. It’s one of his favourite bits to pull down your collar during the school day, “Since you want ta’ show off so bad” just to watch you squirm.

LoserBf!Leona that’s a grade A clinger- Not because he doesn’t trust you, but have you seen the creeps out today? He’s been around long enough to know that he shouldn’t be trying to control you, not that he’d want to, but there’s always an idiot or two around willing to piss you off for a shot. If anything, he’s protecting them! As much as he loves watching you take care of business, at his core he really just wants to hang out with his girl.. Not that he’ll admit it.

LoserBf!Leona that isolates you just a smidge to protect his peace. He knows it’s mean, and that you need enrichment or whatever (he does feel kinda guilty)- But god, your social life is SO good, it’s bad. He hates your little herbivore friends, and how’d you get the teachers to like you enough to send you care packets?? He just can’t understand how much better you’re doing than him, considering you clawed your way up to it. Even if you’re on a path to greatness, he’s glad you’re with him of all people while you’re still “mingling with the peasantry” :)

LoserBf!Leona that’s SO scared you’ll leave him behind, he’s willing to do just about anything to stay- His worst fear’s holding you back with all the bad habits he’s made, but if you’re so good with him, can’t you be good for him? Deep, deep, deep down he wants you to push him. Wants to keep up with you, half because he’s a little scared of what he’d do without you, and half because he knows you need him too <3

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blueberry muffins with mai tail x Lando Norris?🥰

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blueberry muffins ("i don't think it'll fit") + mai tai (loss of virginity) served by lando norris (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, first time/loss of virginity, slow sex, lando takes your virginity (and is very nice about it), best friend!reader

when you were a teenager, you would often have dreams of this happening. to be intimate with the likes of lando norris, a boy turned man that you had known for a large chunk of your life. you had admitted to him during his visit back home that even after all the time you were still a virgin.

and without much thought he asked, 'want me to fix that?" and you almost fell out of your seat at the bar.

you swallowed and said, "yes." and while you'd try to play it off like the alcohol talking. that was a big fat lie, about as big as the crush you'd been harbouring for lando since your days in school.

you walked back to your flat, lando's hand in the back pocket of your jeans. you took a detour to an corner shop opened at this hour and bought a small pack of condoms. better safe than sorry.

"last thing you want to happena fter your first time i get pregnant." he laughed, "especially by the likes of me." then paid for the condoms before he led you out of the store and back to your flat. he remained close to you, loving the feeling of such intimacy between the two of you.

he kept an arm around you with the condoms in the back pocket of his jeans. you led him up the steps to your place and got the door open. once it was closed behind the both of you, lando took you by the shoulders and pulled you into a kiss.

"you have no idea how beautiful you are." he said.

"there's no need to butter me up, lando." you laughed as you gave him a little bit of a shove. but he only came back closer and held your chin to kiss him.

when the kiss eventually broke and you grabbed him by the wrist to bring him to your bedroom. that was when the clothes came off. lando put the pack of condoms on the nightstand as you got into the bed. lando eyed you up and down and licked his lips without thinking.

"and no one has ever had sex with you?" he couldn't believe it. the sight of you was beautiful, sitting up on your bed and looking at him, "no one? at all?"

you shook your head, "no one.. i just was too busy."

lando nodded as he got into bed with you. he was naked and he reached for you. he touched your soft skin, "are you sure you want to do this? i don't want you to feel pressured."

you shook your head, "it's all fine, lando." you reached for him an softly kissed him on the lips. his hand trailed up and down your side before he put you on your back. he eyed you down, taking in the sight of you.

"good. i want this to be good for you." he cupped your face, "you only deserve the best." he stroked his cock before he leaned over you to grab one of the condoms from the package. he got it on before he leaned back to look at you.

"i don't think it'll fit. what if it doesn't fit?" your words were a bit of an ego boost, but lando wanted to assure you. of course he looked like he wasn't going to fit, you had never been with anyone else.

"then i'll spend all night making sure it fits for the next time." he promised as he got into your space once more.

you got your legs around his waist at his request and he rubbed the protected tip of his cock up against your slick pussy. he sank into your pussy slowly, he took his time to make sure you were comfortable.

"are you okay?"

you nodded in response, "yeah, just never felt this before. this is different than any of my toys." your cheeks went hot, "better though! much better!" you shifted a little in your spot on the bed.

when he got to the base, he exhaled. he felt a shudder in his body. you felt like a dream. you were painfully beautiful. you drove him wild. you had for years, even when you over plucked your eyebrows and had braces in secondary school. beautiful then, beautiful now.

lando was lucky to be the one to take your virginity.

he moved against you slowly. his hands on your hips as he rocked against you. he wasn't putting too much force behind his thrusts, he couldn't. this was your first time and he didn't want to scare you. he could tell that your cheeks were warmed, even if he could see them fully due to hands covered your face.

"don't hide from me, beautiful. i want to see it all." his words were comforting as he moved against you. he rocked against you, his pace slowly gained momentum. he added, "please, beautiful."

you hated how his words impacted you, they made your cheeks feel flushed as you pulled your hands away and pulled him closer to you by the shoulders. he kissed you deeply as you moved against one another. you moaned against his lips and your stomach was in knots. here you were, under your best friend. letting him fuck you like you had dreamed about for years.

as if lando didn't do the same all that time. even when he was with other people, he thought of you. he wanted to make sure it was all special for you. even thrust, kiss and movement was perfect for you. as it was what you deserved. a perfect for time.

"you feel great, lando. thank you."

"of course, anything for you, beautiful. better me than some scumbag from your school. someone you could trust." someone you could love. but those words hung on his tongue before he brought you in for another searing hot kiss. lando had been playing chicken with his feelings for years, which was why he jumped at the chance to have sex with you.

and the way you looked at him as he moved against you was the hottest part. you looked up at lando like he hung the stars in the evening sky. that he was for a brief moment your entire world. the universe confined to your shoe box bedroom where the bed was creaky from years of sleeping. it wasn't used to these kinds of activities.

it didn't take long for you to feel close to climax. it felt similar to when you pleasured yourself in the same bed. but the movements made the air get caught in your throat. oh, this was something else. you panted and whined as the other man looked down at you.

"fuck you're beautiful." he panted as he rutted against you. his movements were quick, but not painfully rough. he held your hips for good leverage. i could feel the sweat as his temples and his heart hammering in his chest.

he knew he was a lucky man.

your toes curled and your back arched when you climaxed first. lando would make sure you got yours first before he got his. and when you relaxed after reaching your peak, he hiked your hips a little higher and moved against your faster. to a speed that he knew was going to send him over the edge.

you scratched a this back, leaving pretty red lines and he continued to fuck you. this was something else. he knew he wouldn't last long and soon he finished inside the condom while inside of your sweet pussy. he groaned into your shoulder and arched his back from the heightened pleasure.

"date me." he said, "please. just date me."

you blinked at him, you immediately coming back to your senses, "what?"

he kissed you as he slowed his hips to a stop, "let's go out, for real. not when we'd go on pretend dates as kids. i want you... more than this. everything."

you kissed him once more before he pulled out. the fight taken out of both of you. your heart pounded from his words. the deceleration felt like a streak of cold through you. but in a way that made you alert. you had been friends for years.

it would make sense, but still it left you breathless.

you laid curled up in his arms. focusing on his sleepy breathing he was practically knocked out by the time his climaxed. he kept you in his arms. protecting you while under the covers, you had suddenly become a safety blanket for him. you carefully trailed your fingers up and down his arm. this was a dream come true, but you were left wide awake. lando wasn't asleep long as he woke up a little bit.

he yawned a little bit, eyes slightly closed, "go to sleep, beautiful." he said tiredly, "i'll ask you out for real tomorrow. flowers and all that. can't right now, just wanna hold you" then shifted you closer to him and fell back to sleep.

tomorrow you'd have to have a grown up conversation about what you were. and the only thing that allowed you relax for the night was the promise that he'd ask you out. that lando wanted you as much as you wanted him. <3