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julietsf1 · 3 months ago

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Strawberry Season - Lando Norris x Reader

summary: she was his plus-one, his accessory, his afterthought. but Lando Norris? he made her laugh before her boyfriend even noticed she’d stopped smiling (6.7k words)

content: sad/comfort, slow burn, he falls first, stuck in bad relationship (non-graphic), mutual pining, mention of fish!

AN: I was having a nostalgic day and suddenly I remembered Shawn Mendes exists. listened to Treat You Better and now boom this was made. big kiss to you all!! don't forget you deserve someone who makes you smile <3

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The Hôtel Hermitage had a way of dressing the evening in silk and scent—amber light dancing off champagne flutes, velvet murmurs weaving between notes of string quartets, the faint hush of the sea just beyond the terrace.

You arrived on your boyfriend's arm, perfectly polished, smelling faintly of oud and confidence. Your gown—a midnight blue silk with delicate beading at the shoulders—glistened like the reflection of stars on still water. He, in a tuxedo he hadn’t even ironed himself, gave you a cursory once-over, the kind usually reserved for window displays or weather forecasts.

"You clean up well. When you try," he remarked, the words soaked in backhanded charm and just enough volume to make the sommelier glance over with subtle disapproval. "Didn’t expect that dress to actually work on you."

Then he kissed your temple like one might stamp a document—detached, obligatory—and peeled off toward a group of men with hedge funds and zero personalities, tossing the comment like a grenade dipped in cologne. He chuckled at his own wit before they even reacted, already anticipating the hollow laughter of men who mistook cruelty for charisma.

You blinked once, twice, then turned on your heel and made for the bar.

"One strawberry martini, please," you said to the bartender, your voice calm and glossy, though your chest felt like it was holding its breath. The bartender gave a subtle nod and began working in quiet sympathy.

You leaned your elbow on the marble and exhaled. Your reflection in the mirrored back wall looked elegant and mildly amused. That, at least, you could live with.

"Your boyfriend’s tux looks like it’s been through customs, dry-cleaned with a rock, and ironed with a shoe."

You turned. The man beside you held a glass of something expensive and looked far too pleased with himself. He was, annoyingly, the kind of handsome that didn’t need to try. Hair—perfectly careless. Smile—dangerously self-aware. The overall vibe? Trouble, tailored in what I assume is Tom Ford.

You laughed, sharp and immediate. "Do you know I spent half the afternoon trying to convince him to iron that shirt? Offered him a steamer. He looked personally victimized by the concept of chores. Hopeless."

He looked delighted. "So this was a collaborative failure. Now I feel bad for mocking it. Sort of."

"Don’t. I made one polite suggestion and he acted like I’d insulted his entire lineage. I refuse to be held responsible for his fashion choices," you said, the corners of your mouth finally giving in to a smile. The knot in your chest loosened just a little—this was the most fun you’d had all evening.

"I can’t tie my own ties," he offered casually. "So really, who am I to talk?"

"What do you do, then? Just let your girlfriend do it for you?"

"No girlfriend, just clip-ons. Or my mate George. He’s so posh he probably learned to tie a bow tie before he could tie his own shoes."

You laughed again, lighter this time. The sound surprised you with how easy it felt.

"Well," you said, "I can't even walk in my So Kates for an hour, so I’m in no position to judge anyone tonight."

His eyebrows lifted like you'd said you walked here barefoot. "That’s borderline inhumane. Those are incredibly uncomfortable, right?"

"Horrible," you admitted, sipping your drink. "But the real perk is that I now have a perfectly valid excuse to leave this party in about thirty minutes."

He tapped his glass against yours. "To noble suffering."

"And men who can’t tie ties."

"Ouch. That was personal."

You grinned, the martini smoothing out something tight in your chest. The conversation rolled along like it had always been waiting for an excuse to begin.

"Lando," he said suddenly, extending a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Lando," you replied, taking it, your grip easy, your smile laced with light amusement.

You tilted your head slightly. "I think I recognise you—from the racing, right?"

His brow quirked, caught somewhere between pleased and intrigued. "Guilty."

You sipped your drink, eyes glinting. "Well, it’s easy to remember a face like that."

"In the positive way?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Please."

His posture straightened just a touch. The smirk didn’t leave his face, but something about it softened at the edges.

"I’ll try not to let that go to my head," he said, a beat late, his voice just a little warmer, his eyes twinkling amused.

"You already did."

"Unfair. That was disarming. You’re very good at this."

"At what?" you said, feigning innocence.

"Catching me off guard in a way that’s... annoyingly effective."

"I have a talent," you said, sipping your drink.

"You do," he replied, gaze lingering just a second too long before he added, "and you’re very distracting."

You arched a brow. "Good distracting or 'tripped-over-my-own-feet' distracting?"

"Bit of both. Still deciding."

You laughed, shaking your head, the edge of your smile refusing to leave.

And just like that, the night took on a different hue. The room still sparkled, but its edges softened. You talked about Monaco in winter, about awful hotel carpets, about how Lando once tried to cook pasta in a kettle. There were no pauses, no polite silences. It was ridiculous and lovely and utterly unserious.

At some point, your boyfriend reappeared in the distance, laughing too loudly with someone whose blazer had dragons embroidered on the sleeves.

Lando clocked it instantly. "Should I spill something on him? Not on purpose, obviously. But also maybe very much on purpose."

"Tempting," you said.

He set his glass down. "But we’re too elegant for that."

"Allegedly."

The music swelled, a slow turn from something glittering into something that signaled the end of the night.

You sighed and glanced at the crowd. "I should go find him."

Lando leaned against the bar with a smirk. "Are you sure? He gives off strong 'brings up his net worth in casual conversation' energy."

You smirked. "You’re terrible."

"But right."

"No comment."

As you walked away, he called after you, "Next time, I’m bringing backup shoes for you."

You didn’t turn. But your smile stayed with you, long after the violins began their last swell.

…

The paddock terrace buzzed with the sort of energy only Monaco could host—where money didn’t whisper, it practically shouted through linen suits and Hermès bags, and everything smelled faintly of jet fuel and overpriced champagne.

You arrived on your boyfriend’s arm, your heels clicking softly on the polished concrete, your dress catching the breeze in a way that had drawn more than a few glances already. The adrenaline in the air was contagious. You couldn’t help it—you were excited. This was your home turf, after all. Monaco at its absolute peak.

You leaned over slightly, catching your first glimpse of the pit lane just below the terrace’s glass railing. The sound, the scent, the movement—it all made your heart flicker.

“This is amazing,” you said, more to yourself than to him. “I can actually feel the vibration of the engines from here.”

Your boyfriend barely glanced up from his phone. “Yeah it’s whatever,” he muttered. “Look—those guys in the corner, that’s who I need to speak to. Go entertain yourself, will you?”

You opened your mouth, but he was already off, striding toward a group of Loro Piana-clad finance types who looked like they’d never broken a sweat in their lives. One of them gave you a cursory glance before turning his attention back to whatever new tax loophole they were dissecting.

Left alone, you drifted toward the edge of the terrace, your fingers lightly brushing the glass. You looked in the distance, taking in the beautiful track. The air that smelled like tyre smoke. Somewhere, a commentator’s voice crackled through loudspeakers.

Then you heard it—cutting through the din like it was aimed just for you.

“Hey, Strawberry!”

You blinked, turned your head.

Down in the pit lane, Lando was looking directly at you, leaning casually against the garage barrier with his helmet tucked under one arm and a grin that bordered on criminal. “Good to see you again!” he called up, already looking far too pleased with himself.

Your smile widened despite yourself.

He pointed upward, voice still carrying. “What? You thought I’d forget your cocktail of choice? Strawberry martini, wasn’t it?”

You couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out of you. A few heads turned to see who he was yelling at. You gave a little wave, pretending not to enjoy the attention.

"Fancy seeing you here."

“You look bored up there!” he shouted, cupping a hand around his mouth for dramatic flair. “Wanna come down and see where the fun actually happens?”

You raised an eyebrow, half amused, half intrigued.

He motioned toward the stairs behind you. “Come on, Strawberry. I’ll even let you wear the team radio.”

You glanced back toward the terrace. Your boyfriend was still deep in conversation, probably pitching himself like a startup, laughing with one hand in his pocket and the other balancing a drink he hadn’t even offered you.

So, you turned back to Lando—who was now dramatically miming putting on headphones like he was in a music video—and tilted your head like you were still considering it.

"Alright then," you called down. "But if I trip in these heels, I’m blaming you."

"I'll catch you," he yelled back, utterly unfazed. “Or I’ll sue the FIA for putting stairs in a paddock. Either way—worth it.”

You made your way down the metal staircase, the heels clicking like castanets, and by the time you reached the bottom, Lando was already holding out a pair of headphones and an access bracelet with a kind of smug reverence.

“For you, madame,” he said, bowing slightly. “Your official ticket to the chaos.”

You put on the bracelet with a smile, already feeling a little lighter.

“For the record,” he said, holding out the headset, “I don’t offer these to just anyone.”

You took them. “Oh, so I’m special.”

“Undoubtedly.”

You slipped the headphones on as he stepped back, hands in the pockets of his race suit, clearly satisfied.

“Let me guess,” you said, voice a little louder now with the headset in place, “you do this for all the guests who look mildly unimpressed by the view upstairs?”

“No,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Just the ones I secretly hope stick around.”

You gave him a look—curious, not skeptical—and he added quickly, “Because you’ve got good race-watching energy. Very calm. Slightly elegant. Makes the garage look better.”

“Right,” you said, clearly amused. “You just want me to make you look cool.”

“Impossible task,” he admitted with a grin. “But I admire your optimism.”

The garage buzzed around you—technicians moving with purpose, radios crackling, tyres getting shuffled like oversized poker chips. And yet, somehow, everything in your little corner felt... light.

“Not gonna lie,” he murmured, lowering his voice, “I like stealing a few quiet minutes when I can.”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s a lot during weekends like this I can imagine.”

He glanced at you, thoughtful for a moment, like he wanted to ask something but decided against it. Then his expression shifted back to its usual mischief.

“Want to see something fun?”

You blinked. “Fun in a normal person way, or in a ‘you drive 300km/h for fun’ way?”

“Both,” he said, tilting his head toward the car in the middle of the garage—sleek, low, and absolutely radiating menace. “Come on. Get in. You’ve earned it.”

You blinked. “Earned it how?”

“For surviving the upstairs crowd without launching yourself off the terrace,” he said, already grinning. “Also, I feel like you'd suit it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You just want to see me try to climb into that thing in a dress.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, unapologetic. “But I’ll make it look like I’m being a gentleman helping you in. Good for my PR.”

You laughed but still let him offer his hand. His grip was steady, warm, guiding you in with an ease that made the whole moment feel weirdly... natural.

Inside, the cockpit felt surreal—like slipping into another universe. Tight, sharp, oddly comfortable in a way that made you sit up straighter.

You looked up at him. “I feel like I need clearance from air traffic control.”

Lando smirked. “You look good in it.”

You raised a brow. “Is this part of your usual garage tour?” He grinned. “Only the deluxe version. Very limited availability.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He crouched beside the car, arms resting on the edge, expression suddenly playful. “Alright—race start. Lights out. Whole world watching. What’s your move?”

You pretended to think. “Adjust my lip gloss. Then floor it.”

He burst out laughing. “Unreal. No notes.”

You smiled, settling back slightly in the seat, the hum of the garage around you fading into a softer kind of focus. His eyes lingered on you just a second longer than necessary, making you feel a bit warmer than you would’ve liked to admit.

“Okay,” you said eventually. “I like your version of fun.”

“Told you.”

Just then, you heard your name.

Lando glanced up behind you, his smile dimming just slightly.

You followed his gaze.

There, at the top of the stairs, your boyfriend had finally noticed. Arms folded. Sunglasses pushed down just enough to show a flicker of something more than irritation.

You shifted slightly in the seat, your back instinctively straightening, your smile thinning.

“I should probably head back,” you murmured, glancing up again. “Before that turns into a thing.”

Lando’s eyes were still on you.

“I don’t know,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I kind of like that I get under his skin.”

You gave him a warning look, but your smile gave you away.

“He’s... not great with this sort of thing.”

Lando leaned one arm casually against the car, just close enough that his shoulder brushed the edge of yours. “What sort of thing? Someone actually talking to you? Enjoying you?”

You swallowed. “He’s just protective.”

“He didn’t look all that interested twenty minutes ago.”

You didn’t respond.

Lando straightened up slightly, his grin flickering into something more assured, less teasing. “You don’t have to explain it. But I’m not sorry for this.”

You looked at him—really looked at him—and for a second, you forgot the tension humming above the pit lane.

You laughed softly. “You’re dangerous.”

“I’ve been called worse,” he said, grinning.

You climbed out carefully—again with his help, though he tried very hard not to smirk when your heel caught slightly on the floor.

“Thanks for inviting me down,” you said, adjusting your dress.

He nodded. “Anytime. Next time you should stay for the race.”

You paused at that, surprised, amused, and... something else. Then you turned, stepping away, the noise of the pit building back around you.

“Bye, Strawberry!” he called after you, voice light and full of sunshine. “Try not to break hearts on your way up!”

…

The lunch reservation was for 13:00. The cancellation came at 12:52.

“Something came up. Just a quick game at the club. Have to raincheck.”

You stared at the message like it might change if you blinked hard enough. It didn’t. The text sat there on your screen, casual and infuriating, like a shrug in Helvetica.

The maître d’ at the café had already asked if you’d like to be seated twice. You smiled politely, murmured a no thank you, and slipped out before you started feeling more humiliated than hungry.

The sky was unfairly pretty for a bad day—clear and soft, with sunbeams brushing the cobblestones as if Monaco itself had no idea someone had just bailed on you for nine holes and overpriced cigars.

You didn’t want to go home. You weren’t angry, not quite. Just tired in a way that lingered behind your ribs. So, instead, you wandered a few streets over—past a bookstore, a gelato stand, and finally, a small flower shop with wide windows and hydrangeas stacked like frosting.

You paused. Then pushed the door open.

The scent hit you first—green, sweet, almost cold from the water buckets lining the floor. Peonies, roses, lavender, tulips. All in quiet conversation. The florist gave you a gentle bonjour from behind a counter cluttered with ribbon and stems.

You wandered aimlessly. No plan. No occasion. You just needed to feel like something soft could still be held in your hands.

You reached toward a bouquet of pale pink peonies—petals feathered and ruffled, like they were mid-sigh.

“I was hoping you’d go for those.”

You turned—half startled, half already smiling.

Lando was standing in the doorway, sunglasses pushed up into his curls, a grin threatening the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a zip-up and trainers, casually gorgeous in the way some people just are when they’re not trying.

“I was going to say,” he added, stepping further inside, “you look like someone who could use a bouquet.”

“You following me now?”

He shrugged. “Just happened to be across the street. Monaco’s small and you have a way of catching my eye.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you.

Lando stepped past you and plucked the peonies from the bucket like he’d been sent here by divine instruction.

“Don’t,” you started, watching as he pulled out his card.

“I insist,” he said smoothly, not even looking back. “They look like you.”

That made you pause. “Soft and overpriced?”

He smirked. “Chic, delicate, vaguely intimidating… but in a very classy way.”

You huffed a laugh and shook your head as he paid, thanked the florist with a grin that probably earned him three free carnations, and handed the bouquet to you like it was an Olympic medal.

“You really didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to.”

You looked down at the flowers, then back at him. “I was just trying to walk off a lunch that didn’t happen.”

“Rough day?”

You nodded once.

He hesitated. Then: “Come on. Let me walk you home. Or somewhere. I’m excellent at distracting people.”

You blinked. “Aren’t you busy?”

“Not even a little.”

You stepped outside together, the late sun catching the edge of your bouquet. He fell into step beside you like it was instinct.

“So,” he said, as you turned the corner, “what car would you never be caught dead in?”

You squinted. “Like… ever?”

“Yes. Immediate judgment. Go.”

You thought. “Anything that looks like it was designed by someone who hates joy. Or a Fiat Multipla.”

“Very specific. I respect it.” He nodded solemnly. “For me, it’s the ones with faces. Like, cartoon villain faces. Headlights that judge you.”

You burst out laughing. “What kind of car trauma are you working through?”

“Deep and unresolved,” he said gravely. “I once had a rental that made me feel like it wanted to eat me. Never again.”

The conversation spiraled from there—into ugly rims, hideous spoilers, the tragedy of beige leather interiors. Every few steps, Lando pointed out a car and gave it a nickname.

"That one’s definitely a Greg. Greg works in insurance and never tips."

You laughed. Actually laughed. The kind that catches you off guard and warms your ribs a little.

And then—your phone buzzed in your bag.

You glanced down. His name lit up the screen.

Lando noticed the pause.

You looked at the call. Then pressed the side button, letting it disappear. You didn’t say anything about it, and he didn’t ask.

But he smiled. Just slightly.

It was the quietest rebellion you’d made in a while. And it felt... right.

A few minutes later, as you reached your street, you slowed.

“This is me.”

He nodded, eyes flicking up toward the front of your building like he was memorising it for later. Or just being nosy. Hard to say.

“Thanks for—well, for all of that,” you said, lifting the peonies slightly.

“Anytime,” he replied, and you believed him.

You turned to go.

“Oh, and hey,” he called, stepping backwards down the street, that familiar grin slipping into place. “If you ever need help judging more terrible cars…”

You raised an eyebrow, amused.

He pulled something from his pocket and tossed it lightly in your direction. You caught it—his number, scribbled on a business card with Lando (flower expert) scrawled beneath in messy handwriting.

“…now you know where to find me,” he finished.

You looked down at the card, then back up.

“I do now,” you said, smiling—soft, amused, and something else you didn’t want to name yet.

And you didn’t look back until your door had closed behind you—and the peonies were already in water.

…

Your birthday started with a buzz—literally, from your phone. Noon. A text.

Happy bday x

No call. No emoji. No punctuation enthusiasm. Just lowercase indifference and a kiss like a formality. Like he'd done his civic duty and could now go about his day in peace.

By the time your boyfriend actually arrived at the party—a whopping two hours late, no explanation—you were already knee-deep in hugs, flowers, Aperol spritzes, and the cake was nearly finished.

The rooftop was busy. Sun-drenched. Monaco glittered in the background like it knew it was part of the aesthetic. Friends mingled, music hummed, someone had started making mimosas in a blender for reasons no one could quite explain.

And then there was Lando.

He’d arrived on time, casually cool in a linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of sunglasses perched in his curls.

You hadn’t expected him to come, not really. But you’d invited him anyway—half as a joke, half because he was one of the only people lately who made things feel lighter. Since the flower shop, you’d been texting—mostly memes, random complaints about ugly cars, and his very intense opinions on croissants. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’d started looking forward to his name lighting up your screen more than you should’ve.

So when he appeared with a cheeky smile and a gift bag in tow, you nearly forgot to keep pretending you weren’t waiting for him.

“Hey, birthday girl,” he said, putting the bag on the gift table. “No refunds or returns.”

You grinned. “Perfect. I was just saying how I wanted to make my own life harder today.”

“Glad to contribute.”

Your boyfriend showed up five minutes later.

No apology, no excuse. Just sunglasses, a glance around, and a distracted kiss on the cheek before he handed you an envelope.

Inside was a gift card. For skincare.

“I figured you’d appreciate this,” he said, loud enough for the people around you to hear. “Don’t want an old lady by my side, yeah?”

Someone laughed awkwardly. You didn’t.

You smiled. Thinly. The kind that feels more like a paper cut than anything resembling joy.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, folding the card and tucking it into your bag.

Lando had seen it. The whole thing. He didn’t say anything at first—just sipped his drink, eyes glinting behind his sunglasses.

A few minutes later, he drifted close, nudged your elbow lightly, and said, “Mind if I borrow the birthday girl for a sec?”

You blinked. “Sure?”

He led you away from the crowd and toward the quieter corner of the terrace, near the railing. The music faded behind you. The breeze picked up, cool against your neck.

“I really wanted to personally give this before I have to leave.”

He pulled something small from his little gift bag.

A Cartier box.

You looked at him, suddenly cautious. “Lando, what—”

“Relax,” he said, grinning. “I didn’t mortgage a yacht or anything.”

He flipped the box open with a little dramatic flair.

Inside: a sleek, elegant watch—timeless and perfectly understated, the metal catching the sunlight just enough to glow. When you looked closer, you spotted it—on the back of the face, engraved in the corner, a tiny strawberry.

You looked back up at him.

He shrugged, hands in his pockets now. “So you know when it’s time to leave,” he said lightly, then winked. “Or when it’s time to stay.”

You laughed, a real one this time, head tipped back just slightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I should be offended,” he murmured, carefully fastening the clasp around your wrist. “But you are right.”

“Don’t say anything yet,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “I have a speech.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” He stepped a little closer, enough that you had to tilt your chin just slightly to keep looking at him. “Won’t say it’s well prepared, though.”

You glanced up. “No?”

He shrugged, then looked at you—not performative, just sincere with a glint of trouble behind it. “I figured you already knew. That you’re kind. And bright. And that you maybe make half of Monaco feel slightly boring in comparison.”

Your eyes caught his, something warm pooling between the humour and whatever was quietly rising beneath it.

“But also,” he added, tone shifting back to the familiar grin, “you’ve tolerated me for weeks, so I figured you deserved a prize.”

“Ah,” you said. “So it’s a pity watch.”

“It’s a prestigious pity watch,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.”

“It’s perfect,” you said, fingers brushing over the charm. “Truly.”

A few friends called your name in the distance, but you didn’t move yet.

When you finally hugged him goodbye, it lingered. A second too long. Not enough to make it obvious—but enough that you both noticed.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hand pressed lightly against your back, and neither of you made a joke this time.

And that’s when it hit you. That soft, uncomfortable, quiet truth slowly creeping up on you.

You didn’t want to go back to the party.

You didn’t want to go back to him.

You just wanted to stay in that warm, safe, ridiculous moment a little longer.

…

It had been one of those dinners where the wine flowed more freely than the conversation, where the seating was all wrong, and the playlist too curated to feel spontaneous. You’d arrived on time, makeup set, dress clinging just right, genuinely hoping the night might turn things around.

He had promised he’d come.

You’d waited. You made polite conversation with strangers. You checked your phone under the table every ten minutes. At 10:14pm, a message finally came.

Running late. Take a cab? x

You stared at it. The ‘x’ annoyed you most—like it could soften the blow. Like it meant anything at this point.

You slipped out quietly, offering the host a graceful excuse. No one really noticed. You walked down the hill alone, heels clicking against wet stone. The rain started halfway to the road—first soft, then persistent, warm but unrelenting.

By the time you reached the corner, you were soaked. Your jacket was thin and decorative. Your hair clung to your cheeks. A cab passed. You raised your hand too late. Another didn’t even slow.

Then headlights curved around the bend.

A sleek black car eased up to the curb, quiet and smug.

The window rolled down.

“Need a ride, Cinderella?”

Lando.

You blinked at him through the rain.

He was in a hoodie, hair damp, wearing Nike slides like he’d rolled straight out of a student flat. His smile was all teeth and trouble, curls damp at the edges, and yet he looked exactly like what you didn’t know you needed.

You exhaled through a laugh. “What are you even doing here?”

“Padel,” he said simply, “with the boys. Charles insisted we needed some cardio. Alex brought protein shakes. It was big.”

You didn’t move.

He nudged the door open from the inside. “Get in. You look like a drenched sad poodle.”

You slid into the passenger seat, wet fabric against warm leather. The door thunked shut, muting the storm instantly.

The cabin smelled faintly of eucalyptus and sweat and jasmine air freshener. It was... comforting.

Lando glanced over. “You alright?”

You nodded, even though the answer was somewhere closer to no.

“Why were you walking?” he asked.

You stared out the window. “My ride bailed on me.”

He didn’t reply right away. Just gripped the wheel a little tighter.

Then, quieter: “Right.”

You could feel the temperature drop half a degree in the silence that followed.

He turned onto a quieter road, headlights sweeping over puddles, rain tapping steadily on the roof.

Then he cleared his throat. “Padel really roughed us all up today.”

You blinked. “Aren’t you professional athletes?”

“Oh, yeah. You’d think we’re all coordinated and elite and whatever,” he waved vaguely with one hand, “but I’ve never seen grown men lose their dignity faster than when we play anything outside of racing.”

You laughed softly. “You’re telling me Charles Leclerc isn’t good at everything?”

“God, no,” Lando said, perking up. “Charles is awful at most sports. He insists though he could’ve been a pro footballer. Brings it up every time he can.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wait, seriously?”

“Dead serious,” Lando grinned. “He once missed three serves in a row at padel, slammed the racket down, and said, ‘It’s because my reflexes are trained for football.’”

You snorted. “He did not.”

“And then there’s George,” Lando said. “Who, by the way, calls padel ‘cheap tennis for the common folks’ but still never declines an invitation.”

You laughed. “I assume this is the same George that helps you tie your bows?”

“Absolutely.” Lando continued, “And then there is Alex who has the coordination of a baby giraffe. He runs like he’s buffering.”

You were laughing now, fully, warmth curling in your chest.

“So what about you?” you asked, glancing sideways. “How much do you suck?”

“I’d like to think I’m one of the better ones in the group,” he said confidently.

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s definitely not true.”

“I’m amazing at everything, especially other sports.”

“Oh?”

“I’m a god at golf,” he added, eyes twinkling. “Elite. Practically unbeatable. Some say Tiger Woods retired just to avoid me.”

“Some say?”

“Me. Just me. But I say it with conviction.”

You grinned, resting your head against the seat, the storm outside softening under the steady purr of the engine.

“You’re good at this,” you said after a pause.

“At what?”

“Distractions.”

He smiled, but didn’t answer.

A few minutes passed like that—quiet, easy, the kind of silence that felt earned. The kind you didn’t want to break.

Then Lando turned off the main road.

You lifted your head. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he said, flashing you a quick glance. “Don’t worry, I’m not kidnapping you. Yet.”

“That’s reassuring.”

Two turns later, he parked in front of a small café tucked between shuttered boutiques. Soft orange light glowed from the windows. The sign above the door read Clémentine in fading script.

“I need hot chocolate,” he said. “And you, tragically, look like you do too.”

You laughed. “This your secret spot?”

He grinned. “Sort of. George’s girlfriend loves this place. Alex’s girl says it feels like a Wes Anderson film. Charles’s thinks they do the best croissants in Europe—which is wrong, but she’s charming so we let it slide.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ah. So this is… an exclusive tier”

He gave a small, lopsided grin. “Yeah. You’d fit right in.”

You blinked, heat creeping up the back of your neck.

He looked over the roof of the car and winked. “Let’s go, Strawberry.”

…

Inside, the café was quiet and warm, the kind of place that smells like something’s always in the oven. The barista gave Lando a knowing nod.

“Deux chocolats chauds, extra cream, and an extra cookie, please,” he said as you slid into a corner table.

Your dress was still damp at the edges, and your heels had started to pinch, but the chair was soft and the lighting was kind.

You watched him as he pulled off his hoodie—without a word—he held it out to you across the table.

“You’re shivering,” he said simply.

You hesitated, then slipped it on. It was warm, oversized, and smelled faintly like him—cologne, laundry detergent, and something like orange peel. It pooled around your wrists like it belonged there.

He dropped into the seat across from you, in a plain white t-shirt slightly creased and still damp at the collar. He looked maddeningly effortless.

When the drinks arrived, he handed yours over carefully, fingers brushing yours as he passed the mug.

“I think you forget how extraordinary you are sometimes,” he said.

No grin. No teasing glint in his eye. Just sincerity, like it had been sitting quietly on his tongue for a while, waiting for the right moment.

You looked at him.

And for a heartbeat too long, the world went still.

Then, gently, you lowered your gaze, your hands tightening around the warmth of the mug. You didn’t reply. You didn’t need to.

Something softened in your chest. Something that hadn’t for weeks.

…

The invitation had come via text, in true Lando fashion.

Hiya there’s this art auction Friday. Charles’s girlfriend’s hosting. Could be fun. Come with? Low pressure, high snacks.

You hadn’t even known Lando liked art, let alone attended charity auctions hosted by the Monaco elite, but the message made you smile. You’d read it twice. Maybe three times.

He followed up, minutes later:

Bring your boyfriend, if he won’t spontaneously combust in a room without talking about stocks.

That was how you ended up on the guest list for a night you weren’t supposed to remember as the one where everything finally snapped.

You didn’t know Alexandra—not really. You’d seen her tagged in posts with Charles, always in Dior or vintage Alaïa, always looking like she’d been drawn rather than born. But the invite felt personal in a way you couldn’t explain. Like Lando had meant for you to have something nice.

You showed up with your boyfriend.

He was already half-distracted before you arrived, scrolling his phone as the car pulled up outside the villa, barely glancing at the curated sculpture garden or the warm lighting glowing out from the glass facade.

“Art shows, what a waste of time and money,” he said, adjusting his watch, not even pretending to be excited about going with you. “Hope I can do some decent networking, make something of my night at least.”

As expected, he made a beeline for the restroom the moment you stepped inside. You hated how much relief washed over you—but deep down, you just didn’t want his sulking to cloud your first impression.

But then—you spotted Lando.

He was standing near the champagne tower, wearing a charcoal jacket with the sleeves half-rolled and a grin like he’d been waiting for you.

He caught your eye and made a show of pretending to squint. “Strawberry?” he said dramatically as you approached. “Wow. Look at you, pretending not to know me in front of the important people.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was hoping you’d stay over there a little longer.”

“That’s fair,” he nodded solemnly. “But then I wouldn’t get to tell you how unreasonably hot you look.”

You gave him a dry smile. “You’re terrible at compliments.”

“And yet, somehow, you keep showing up.”

Just then, a lilting voice cut in—velvety, amused.

“Is this the infamous Strawberry?”

You turned.

She was every bit the Monaco fantasy: Alexandra, in vintage Saint Laurent, hair pinned like a Vogue spread, a glass of champagne in one hand and the quiet confidence of someone who knew every art dealer in the room—and their secrets. And yet, the way she looked at you felt nothing but warm.

“I’ve heard things,” she said, leaning in for a kiss on each cheek. “Mostly from this one, who dramatically insists he doesn’t talk about you, and then does. A lot.”

You laughed, surprised. “Doesn’t sound like him at all.”

Lando raised his eyebrows in mock betrayal. “Unbelievable slander in my own presence.”

Alexandra gave you an approving once-over, eyes twinkling. “You look incredible, by the way. Please tell me you’re staying for the cocktails after. We have a pianist who’ll play Taylor Swift if you bribe him with compliments or €20.”

“That might be the most compelling reason I’ve ever been given to stay at a party,” you said, grinning.

Alexandra gave you a grin from ear to ear, amused. “I’m really so happy to finally meet you! I can already tell we are going to be great friends! You should meet my dog.”

You smiled. “Oh my god! I would love to!”

“Already regretting introducing you two,” Lando said. “Feels like I’m third wheeling.”

“That’s your own fault, Norris,” Alexandra said, sipping her champagne. “You have been hyping her up for weeks, of course I’m excited.”

You looked at him. “Oh really?”

Lando didn’t even blink. “All good things. Mostly.”

Alexandra raised her eyebrows at you. “He actually tried to be subtle about it. It was cute.”

You bit back a smile. “I can imagine.”

“I’ll come find you later,” Alexandra added, brushing your arm. “Got to make sure Charles hasn’t lost Leo yet. So nice to meet you, lovely!”

She slipped off into the crowd with the grace of someone born to host art auctions and mild chaos.

“She’s my new favourite person,” you said.

“I’m going to pretend that doesn’t hurt,” Lando said. “But only because you look stupidly good tonight.”

He sipped his champagne, eyes back on the crowd like he hadn’t just said something that made your pulse tick strangely in your wrist.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t think of anything clever fast enough.

But the flush in your cheeks said enough.

You gave him a side glance.

…

Laughter drifted lightly through the space, more polite than genuine, the kind of sound bred in auction houses and villas with good acoustics. You let yourself drift for a while, away from the main crush of guests and the low buzz of clinking flutes and unsolicited business pitches.

Lando had disappeared into a conversation across the room—arms folded, half-listening, already looking for an escape route. You wandered along the perimeter, letting your eyes pass over sculpture and canvas, nothing really sticking—until something did.

A Monet.

Not loud. Not the centrepiece of the evening. Just tucked off to the side, quietly luminous. The colour was soft, the light dreamlike, and it hit you all at once—how rare it was to stand still in front of something that didn’t need to impress anyone to be worth something.

You didn’t smile, but you didn’t move either.

And then, out of nowhere, a voice landed at your side.

“You’re not seriously getting emotional over that, are you?”

You blinked once.

Your boyfriend had materialised beside you, the corner of his mouth turned up in that smug, half-bored way he always wore at events that weren’t about him.

“It’s just some smudged garden scene,” he added, barely sparing it a glance. “Looks like the guy couldn’t be bothered to finish it.”

You said nothing.

He chuckled, nudging your elbow like he was letting you in on a joke. “Honestly, my niece brought home something just like this last week—finger paints, but same idea.”

You turned toward him.

And for once, your voice didn’t waiver. “Do you ever get tired?”

He raised a brow. “Of what?”

“Of being so obnoxious.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “I was joking—”

“I know you were not. You just have to be an asshole all the time,” you said, stepping back. “I’m so done with this.”

You handed him your untouched champagne without looking at him again.

And then you walked.

Not fast. Not dramatic. Just… forward. Certain.

Across the room, Lando caught sight of you. He paused mid-sentence, head tilting ever so slightly, eyes following the clean line of your exit. He didn’t know what had happened. But he knew enough.

And he didn’t see the man behind you calling your name, confusion creeping into frustration, his voice rising in your wake.

…

The days following the gala blurred into a haze of solitude. You hadn't anticipated the weight of ending a relationship that had, for too long, been a source of discomfort rather than joy. Even though it felt like a relief to be free, the fresh perspective you had now gained made looking back on the relationship seemingly harder, being disappointed in yourself for sticking around so long.The walls of your apartment seemed to close in, each corner echoing with memories you'd rather forget.

Then, an unexpected message illuminated your phone screen. It was from Alexandra.

Hii! I know we've only met once, Charles is hosting a yacht party this weekend. I'd love for you to come. It'll be fun, and I think you could use a night out. What do you say?

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Alexandra's warmth was palpable, even through text. The idea of attending a lavish yacht party was daunting, especially solo, but the prospect of genuine company was tempting. Before you could overthink it, you quickly responded you’d be there.

…

The evening of the party arrived with a golden sunset casting its glow over Monaco's harbor. As you approached the yacht, its grandeur was undeniable. Laughter and the clinking of glasses floated through the air, mingling with the soft strains of music. Taking a deep breath, you stepped aboard, the gentle sway beneath your feet reminding you of the fluidity of the moment.

You hadn’t arrived with a dramatic entrance, but you may as well have. There was something in the way you carried yourself—unhurried, unbothered, glowing without trying—that turned heads. The white sundress moved like water around your legs. Your hair was soft, undone. You looked like summer had chosen you personally.

"Hey! You made it!" Alexandra's voice rang out, genuine delight evident as she approached, her embrace warm and reassuring.

She beamed the moment she saw you. “You look like revenge dressed in satin. Come ruin someone's night—in a good way.”

"Thank you! I’m so excited!" you replied, grateful for her presence.

She linked her arm with yours, guiding you through the throng. "Come on, let's get you a drink and introduce you to some people."

So you mingled.

You laughed. You listened. You accepted compliments with a smile that didn’t flicker with doubt this time. The isolation of the past few days had left you sharper, oddly steadier. You hadn’t expected to feel so… grounded. You were alone, technically. But not lonely.

And then—across the deck—you felt it.

Someone watching.

You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

But you did anyway.

Lando stood near the upper rail, half-leaning into conversation with Charles and George, drink in hand, curls damp like he’d only recently dried off. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to be suggestive without meaning to be, and he was laughing at something George was saying—until he saw you.

Then he stopped laughing.

His eyes softened. Lit up. Like you’d just stepped out of a dream he wasn’t finished having.

He didn't move immediately. Just watched. And when you finally gave him a smile—small, knowing—he excused himself, barely disguising it.

You turned back to your conversation, heart thudding quietly.

When he reached you, it was casual. Or it would’ve been, if not for the very specific way he looked at you. As if seeing you tonight had knocked the wind out of him slightly.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice easy, but with that familiar edge of amusement.

You tilted your head. “Trying my best. Alexandra told me to come ruin someone’s night tonight.”

Lando’s gaze swept over you, amused. “I’ve got a pretty good candidate.”

You met his look head-on. “You volunteering?”

“I’m begging.”

You took a step closer, just enough. “Careful. I take those kinds of requests seriously.”

His voice dipped. “I was hoping you would.”

You laughed.

He smiled, pleased.

“I was wondering if you’d come,” he said, a little quieter now. “I didn’t want to push.”

“I needed a few days,” you replied honestly. “To unpick a few things.”

Lando nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching like he wanted to say something more, something gentler, but didn’t want to risk it here.

“Want to see the good part of the boat?” he offered instead, gesturing subtly toward the back. “It’s less busy, better view of the sea.”

“Are you offering a tour or an escape plan?”

“Both,” he said. “But this is not my boat so don’t blame me if we get lost mid-tour.”

You smiled, setting your glass down. “Alright. Lead the way.”

He offered his hand this time. Not his arm. His hand. Like it was only natural you’d take it.

And you did.

…

The further you got from the music and noise, the more the sea became the soundtrack. The laughter and clinking glasses behind you faded into something muted and unimportant. Lando walked beside you—not rushing, not talking. His thumb brushed against yours every few steps, like a quiet question he didn’t need answered yet.

At the stern, it opened up—a wide, quiet deck, low to the water, with just enough light to see but not enough to distract from the stars. The sea lapped gently around the hull. It smelled like salt and sun.

You leaned against the railing, feeling the breeze touch your skin. Lando stood beside you, but not too close.

“Nice out here,” you murmured, looking up.

He glanced over at you. “You suit starlight. That’s unfair.”

You gave him a look. “You’re laying it on thick.”

“Absolutely,” he said, eyes warm. “I’ve been holding back for weeks.”

You laughed, quiet and real. He grinned, pleased.

But then, after a second, he sobered. His gaze drifted down, toward the water, and when he spoke again, his voice had shifted.

“You look happy,” Lando said lightly, almost teasing. “I almost didn’t recognise you without the polite ‘I’m-fine’ smile.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Wow. Go ahead and expose me.”

“I’m serious,” he said, this time softer. “It’s good to see you like this.”

You glanced at him, and for a moment, he didn��t try to dodge the feeling in the air. He looked out at the sea and back again.

“I hated seeing you pretend,” he said finally. “These past few months… at the garage, the brunch, the auction—you were always there, but it felt like part of you was somewhere else. You still smiled, still made jokes, still looked beautiful, but…”

He trailed off. Not because he didn’t know what to say. Just because he meant all of it.

You didn’t speak right away.

“You wanted to throw him in the harbour, didn’t you.”

A beat.

“Every single time,” Lando said, with no apology.

That made you laugh again, but quieter this time. Almost sad.

You looked down at the rail, fingers brushing the edge. “I wasn’t really fooling anyone, was I.”

“You fooled plenty,” he said. “Just not me.”

You looked away for a beat. Then quietly, “I haven’t been unhappy around you, though.”

Lando froze.

When you turned your head back, he was watching you like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard.

“Say that again,” he said, almost joking. Almost.

You smiled, small and real. “You’ve been the exception, Lando. You’ve always felt like... a relief. Like I could let out a breath I never knew I was holding.”

His expression cracked open at the edges—something flickering across it, equal parts surprise and affection.

“I’ve been trying not to say something,” he said eventually, his voice lower now. “But it’s getting... impossible.”

You arched a brow. “To me or to you?”

He looked at you deeply, green eyes soft but with a sparkle. “Me. Definitely me.”

There was a beat of silence, hanging between you like a held breath.

“You just keep making it harder,” he added, almost laughing at himself. “Showing up looking like this. Laughing at my stupid jokes.”

You stared at him. He raised his hands, just slightly.

“I know I joke around a lot,” he said, his voice quieter now. “It’s easy to hide behind that. But I’m not playing with this. I’m not here to push or expect anything you’re not ready for.” He paused, letting the words settle. “I just… I need you to know. I’ve been falling for you since the gala.”

The words didn’t feel rehearsed or dramatic—just honest. And they landed like something you’d been waiting to hear without realising.

You stayed still, listening.

“Since the dress,” he went on, his smile tugging softly at the corner of his mouth. “Since the strawberry drink. Since you made fun of my bow tie.”

You laughed—quiet and barely there. But it was real.

“Since you made me want to stick around,” he added, “even when you were barely looking at me.”

His eyes met yours fully now. “You’re magnetic,” he said, simple as anything. “Warm. Sharp. And really hot even when you look like a drenched puppy.” He exhaled lightly. “And I just… I didn’t want summer to end without you knowing.”

You stepped closer.

Close enough to feel the change in the air, the shift in his breathing.

You placed your hand on his chest, light but certain.

“Lando.”

He didn’t move.

“If I kiss you, is it going to be a problem?”

His answer was immediate, and sure. “No.”

Then, softer. “But only if you want to.”

You looked at him for a long, quiet second.

“I do.”

He exhaled like he’d been holding it since May. Maybe longer.

And then you kissed him.

Slow, at first. Curious. The kind of kiss that asks before it takes. His hand hovered near your waist, the other brushing your jaw with the gentlest touch—as if he still couldn’t believe he was allowed.

But the second your fingers curled into his shirt and your lips parted slightly, that control cracked.

His arm wrapped fully around you then, the kiss deepening with a sudden warmth that made your stomach twist. He kissed you like he’d wanted to for weeks. Like he'd held every grin, every brush of your arm, every stolen look in his chest—and finally let them out all at once.

You felt it in the way his hand slid up your back, in the way his mouth moved with yours like he already knew the rhythm.

When you finally pulled apart, your breath hitched.

His forehead leaned against yours. Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Then you smiled, just a little. “So… did I ruin your night after all?”

Lando let out a low, breathless laugh. “You can ruin my life, for all I care.”

He leaned in again, this time without hesitation.

And then he kissed you—like he had nothing left to hold back. Like the wait had been worth it. Like it had always been leading to this.

…

It was the kind of Sunday that felt like a soft breeze. The kind where you woke up to Lando already beside you, hair a mess, voice rough with sleep as he offered to make pancakes—and then promptly convinced you to go out for groceries instead. A domestic detour. A small adventure disguised as an errand. Like you had so many of these past weeks with him.

You hadn’t argued. Not really.

Now, somewhere between the mangoes and the melons in your favourite Carrefour, you were watching Lando shake a pineapple like it had personally offended him.

“That’s not how you check if it’s ripe,” you said, barely holding in a laugh.

He looked genuinely betrayed. “It’s not? Then why did that woman on YouTube tell me to do it?”

“You watched a pineapple tutorial?”

“Research is key,” he said, placing it carefully into the cart. “Anyway, I came prepared.”

“You’re such a dork.” You rolled your eyes, smiling. “You pick the snacks, I’ll handle dinner?”

He winked. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Then promptly wandered off to the crisps aisle like a man on a mission.

You lingered in the herb section, still debating parsley versus basil, when a voice behind you slid into your spine like cold water.

“Well. You look good.”

You turned.

He looked the same—your ex. A little too polished, sunglasses indoors, holding a bottle of overpriced green juice that screamed aesthetic punishment.

“Thanks,” you said simply. “I’ve been feeling better.”

It wasn’t petty. Just honest.

He blinked, clearly not expecting honesty.

You were just about to step away when—

“Oh, no. No no no,” Lando groaned from the next aisle, appearing with a look of theatrical dismay. “There’s a full seafood crime scene back there. Half the ocean’s laid out. I’ve never seen so much salmon.”

He stopped short when he saw you. And him.

His entire posture shifted.

He stepped up beside you, one hand sliding effortlessly around your waist, grounding and easy. He didn’t force it. Just filled the space.

“Hi,” Lando said, his tone calm, eyes flicking to the man in front of you. “I’m Lando.”

Your ex gave a tight nod, straightening slightly. “We’ve met.”

Lando’s gaze dipped to the man’s basket—almond milk, snack bars, and two tubs of something suspiciously protein-packed and aggressively vanilla.

“Solid haul,” Lando said, casual. Then, after the smallest pause, “Though I’d go easy on the sugar. Causes hair loss, you know. Wouldn’t want to risk it, considering your current situation.”

He didn’t smile. Just winked. Cheeky enough to pass for humour. Sharp enough to land exactly where it needed to.

Your ex blinked again. Offered no reply. Just turned back toward the juice aisle with the grace of someone trying not to trip over his own ego.

“Lovely to see you,” Lando called politely, already nudging the cart forward—his hand still warm around your waist.

You let him guide you down the aisle, heart flickering with quiet satisfaction.

“Hair loss?” you asked, giggling, once you were out of earshot.

He shrugged, eyes forward, lips twitching. “What? It was observational science.”

“You’re awful.”

“Mm,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your temple. “But I’m yours.”

You laughed, soft and real, tucking into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

#f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris one shot #lando norris x you #lando x reader #lando x you #ln4 imagine #lando norris fluff #lando norris fanfic #lando norris #lando norris fic

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dragons-and-yellow-roses · 1 year ago

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#its valentines day (yesterday but i havent gone to bed yet so its the same day) so im gonna talk about my crush #i figured out its really a crush because if it was just hyperfixation it wouldve been done by now #but its been months and i still really like her so its real #anyway. we became friends during one of the shittiest weeks of my life #in a time when everything was difficult and i felt so out of my element and inadequate and altogether bad. she was kind to me #she approached me. made conversation. several times. was the friendliest any stranger has ever been #at the end of the week i asked for her number to keeo in touch. and she gave it to me. and texted #i figured the friendship might fizzle out. but she kept texting. we kept talking. she talked about her problems and her happiest moments #shes trans and like me got put into the 'only out trans person for queer kids to look up to' slot at our summer camp jobs #she once texted me at 4am about horror movies and we ended up texting until 8am #she has a guinea pig named Agnes. she dropped out of college. she joined camp staff to avoid helping her mom move #and i love all of that about her. and i wish i could say these things but i dont want to freak her out and lose one of the best friendships #but im playing the long game because. this summer she applied to the same summer camp as me. so we'll be around each other a lot more #and that kind of proximity fosters incredibly close relationships. most of the people ive dated have been from that camp because of that #so im gonna spend the summer trying to get closer. and then maybe by the end ill shoot my shot #worst case ive just gotten closer to a very good friend. im not going into the summer with the goal of dating her #just the goal of getting to know a wonderful person better. and im just very delighted to have her in my life #and have the chance to work with her this summer. its all just good and makes me happy #its one of the only things keeping me going rn #so happy valentines day everyone

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sillyfairygarden · 18 days ago

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PANOPTICON MAGAZINE | my pieces for @mcyt-couture-zine

sooooo delighted to have taken part in this incredible collection of works! find the full zine here, and head below the cut for so so many details about my piece:

TONS of yapping ahead. THIS ZINE PIECE KILLED ME. Literally I'm so sorry to everyone I was friends with who heard me mald about this for six months. Ultimately it had nothing to do with the wonderful modteam or contributors and was mostly me over-committing to a piece... But it turned out pretty cool <3

Very early on I knew I wanted to draw the nosy neighbors (everyone claps) and Limited Life. Pearl and BigB are THEE duo and just felt like the perfect canvas to explore fashion. The goal of my piece at first was transition: using clothing and jewelry to bring the characters through their lives in the Life Series. However, this piece (originally it was a 3-image spread) quickly grew too many limbs and ideas to be contained by one thing. There were animals? And coats? And legs. It was kind of hectic and I ultimately grew to resent the piece's direction soooooooo 1 week before the 3rd check-in I started over BigB's and completely spliced up Pearl's ^_^ (Which was, in hindsight, the right thing to do and I should have done it weeks earlier, but we ball. ANYWAY). Jewelry! I love sparkly things and jewelry and I love gold. It has deep cultural and familial significance to me (and also is just very very pretty). So instead of using the jewelry to express their identity within limlife, I wanted to represent their characters as a whole within the Traffic Series.

PEARL: The Wolf (الذئب) I really love Pearl's post-DL identity as the guardian of her friends, taking a backseat from her lonelier days. I also love coding her as a knight ^_^ As a result, she wears fewer pieces of jewelry which mostly serve as tokens of sentiment.

Clock earrings serve as an homage to the time mechanism in Limited Life

Eye Ring ties her to BigB and his association with the evil eye in my previous works

Claw Nailed-Rings and Wolf Ring to bring some animalism and brutality to everyone's favorite wolfgirl (the wolf ring is worn on her left ring-finger, symbolizing her union with Tilly)

Emerald Mound meant to represent her Mounders from SL

Unicorn Brooch is another symbol of loyalty to BigB (who in the first draft of this piece had a unicorn animal companion... You've seen Thello butterfly-code BigB now get ready for unicorn-coding <333)

Galactic Text: "How to trust after being abandoned by all your loved ones and hunting down your ex only to be spared by him... Exclusive!"

BIGB: THE PRINCE (الأمير) THIS WAS THE PROBLEM CHILD PIECE... As mentioned I completely started over. Checks watch. Around a month before it was due after spending So Long on the original. But it turned out for the better! I love making BigB very princely and regal (and a little strange /pos) in my interpretations of him in other pieces of art, so this magazine-type cover felt like no different of an opportunity. He doesn't get the chance to be glamorous very much, so let's change that, shall we?

Fairy Wings Ring represents the Fairy Fort in Last Life

Heartstabber Ring is an homage to Double Life <3

Lilypad Ring to honor Judge Judy from Limited Life

Wolf Brooch is a symbol of patronage to Pearl, his knight.

Watch is BigB's homage to the time mechanism in Limited Life

Bee Ring is engraved with "The Jester" in Arabic along the side, with an amber-cast bee to symbolize being frozen, stuck in time and older memories.

Evil Eye Jewelry the evil eye has a deep cultural and spiritual history across different regions of the East and ME/NA regions of the world. In my upbringing, the presence of the evil eye was worn on jewelry, woven in to clothes, and hung on tapestries/ doorways to ward off the negative energy of the malevolent gaze.

The name "panopticon" comes from the social theory of surveillance from the 18th century. I'd learned about it years ago in my uni days and the concept of a watchtower-style surveillance system stuck with me: a concept where all participants of the system would be watched at all times, but could not watch back. With how often height, scaffolding, and surveillance were present in metagame play during Limited Life (the Nosy Neighbor tower, Bread Bridge, Skynet/Skynet2), I felt like the term panopticon felt relevant to the unique gameplay style taken on by the players during this season.

#thellos art corner #limited life fanart #pearlescentmoon fanart #bigbst4tz fanart #mcyt #lifesmp #bigbstatz #pearlescentmoon #nosy neighbors #trafficblr #traffic series fanart #mcyt couture zine

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rulerofstars · 2 months ago

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autumn whispers

oneshot: in the space between being a public hero and a private man, between the chaos of saving the world and the peace of your shared sanctuary, lies the most profound truth—that even after facing the darkness of the void, bucky barnes still finds his way home to you.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

tags: fluff, fluff... more fluff. thunderbolts. bucky barnes. 1.9k words.

The warm studio lights beamed down on the polished hardwood floor of the talk show set. Outside, autumn leaves danced in the crisp October air, but inside, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation as the audience quieted down. A montage of explosive battle footage played on the large screen behind the host's desk: scenes of the Thunderbolts fighting side by side against the latest world-ending threat.

"And we're back with our very special guest tonight," the host, Marissa, announced with practiced enthusiasm as the camera panned to her and her guest. "The man who went from war hero, to villain, to hero again, to congressman, and now back to saving the world—Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes!"

The audience erupted into applause as the camera focused on Bucky. You couldn't help but lean closer to your television screen, heart fluttering despite yourself. There he was, Bucky Barnes, looking almost unfairly handsome in a navy blue button-down that brought out the steel blue of his eyes. His brown hair, now grown out to just below his chin, was tucked behind his ears with a few rebellious strands falling across his forehead.

He smiled politely, the expression warm but reserved in that way only Bucky could manage. The past decade had smoothed some of the harder edges from his face, but the slight furrow between his brows, the one that appeared whenever he was in the spotlight, remained.

"Thank you for having me, Marissa," he replied, his voice carrying that gentle gravel that always sent shivers down your spine.

"So, Congressman Barnes, or should I call you Sergeant Barnes again?" Marissa asked with a flirtatious edge to her voice, leaning slightly toward him.

"James is fine," he answered with a small, practiced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"James," she echoed, clearly delighted. "After three years representing New York's 14th district in Congress, many were surprised when you answered the call to rejoin the Avengers for this latest crisis. Tell us about that decision."

Bucky shifted in his seat, his vibranium hand, now sleekly designed with Wakandan tech that allowed it to appear almost indistinguishable from his right except for a subtle metallic sheen, rested comfortably on his knee.

"Well, when you've been fighting as long as I have, you learn that duty comes in many forms," he started, his voice thoughtful. "For the past few years, I thought my duty was best served in Congress, fighting for veterans' rights and rehabilitation programs for enhanced individuals. But when the call came that the Thunderbolts needed backup..." He paused, a shadow of something deeper crossing his features. "Some battles need to be fought on different fronts."

You smiled at the television, remembering the late-night conversations that had preceded his decision. The worry in his eyes, the way he'd held you close as if trying to memorize the feel of you in his arms before leaving.

"And what a battle it was!" Marissa exclaimed. "The footage we've seen is just incredible. Working alongside the Thunderbolts again after your own time on the team—how did that feel?"

Bucky's expression softened slightly. "Like coming home, in some ways. That team—we've been through a lot together. There's a trust that develops when you've fought side by side with people who've also known what it's like to seek redemption."

"Speaking of coming home," Marissa segued smoothly, her tone shifting to something more personal as she leaned even closer, "one thing our viewers are dying to know, is there someone special waiting for you when you return from saving the world? The Internet has been abuzz with speculation about Congressman Barnes' love life."

The camera zoomed in slightly on Bucky's face, catching the nearly imperceptible tightening around his eyes. You held your breath, knowing what was coming.

"No comment on that front," he replied diplomatically. "I prefer to keep my personal life private."

Marissa wasn't deterred. "So you're saying you're single and available?" she pressed, her smile widening.

A flash of amusement crossed Bucky's face, there and gone in an instant that most viewers would miss. But you knew that look, he was thinking of you.

"I'm saying that some parts of life are sacred enough to keep away from the spotlight," he countered gently but firmly. "I learned that lesson the hard way over many decades."

"Fair enough," Marissa conceded, though she looked slightly disappointed. "Well, I'm sure there are plenty of viewers who'll be happy to hear there might still be a chance with the heroic congressman."

Bucky gave a noncommittal smile as the conversation shifted to policies he had championed in Congress and how his perspective as both a veteran and an enhanced individual had shaped his legislative priorities.

You switched off the television with a fond shake of your head. He'd handled that perfectly, as always. The agreement you'd both come to early in your relationship, to keep your love life completely separate from his public persona had served you well. No reporters camped outside your door, no intrusive questions about your past, no scrutiny of every aspect of your relationship.

Just the two of you, living your quiet life together between his more public responsibilities.

You glanced at the clock, he'd be home soon. The interview had been pre-recorded three days ago, before he'd returned from Washington. With a smile, you headed to the kitchen to finish preparing his favorite autumn meal.

The door clicked open quietly just as you were pulling the apple cider from the stove. The familiar sound of Bucky's footsteps—always lighter than you'd expect from a man his size—made your heart leap.

"Something smells amazing," his voice called from the entryway.

You turned to see him standing in the doorway of your small but cozy kitchen, jacket already hung by the door, boots removed. His hair was slightly tousled from the autumn wind, cheeks tinged pink from the cold. The sight of him, not Congressman Barnes, not the Winter Soldier, not even Avenger Bucky, but just your Bucky—made warmth spread through your chest.

"Welcome home," you said, setting down the pot and crossing the room to him. "Just in time. I saw your interview."

His arms encircled your waist as he pulled you against his chest, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply as if drawing strength from your scent. "Yeah? How'd I do?"

"Mmm, very diplomatic," you murmured as his lips found the sensitive spot below your ear. "Marissa was really trying her best, wasn't she?"

Bucky chuckled against your skin, the sound reverberating through you. "Didn't even notice," he mumbled. "Was too busy thinking about coming home to you."

You pulled back slightly to look at his face, reaching up to tuck a strand of that soft brown hair behind his ear. His eyes, those incredible blue-gray eyes that had seen nearly a century of history—looked at you with such tenderness it made your breath catch.

"Missed you," he whispered, his voice dropping to that intimate tone reserved only for you.

"It was only three days this time," you reminded him with a smile, though you'd felt every hour of his absence.

"Three days too many," he countered, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. "Congress, Avengers, interviews... none of it compares to this. To you. To us."

Your fingers traced the line of his jaw, still amazed after all this time that this man—this complicated, beautiful, heroic man—had chosen a quiet life with you when he could have had anything or anyone.

"I made something special for you," you said, gesturing toward the kitchen where delicious aromas wafted through the apartment.

His eyes lit up with simple pleasure. "You spoil me, doll."

"You deserve to be spoiled," you replied easily. "Now go wash up. Dinner's almost ready."

He stole a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom, and you returned to the stove with a smile playing on your lips. The routine was familiar, comforting, a pocket of normalcy carved out of extraordinary circumstances.

The small dining table in your apartment was already set, candles waiting to be lit. Outside your window, the trees on your quiet Brooklyn street displayed their autumn finery, reds, golds, and oranges creating a fiery tapestry against the darkening evening sky. You'd chosen this apartment together three years ago, when Bucky had first run for Congress, close enough to his district office but far enough from the heart of the city to give you both room to breathe.

Bucky returned, changed into a soft henley and comfortable pants, his hair damp and combed back from his face. The scent of his cologne, subtle notes of cedar and bergamot—filled your senses as he moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, helping you bring the food to the table, lighting the candles, pouring the cider into the ceramic mugs you'd bought together at a craft fair last autumn. As he passed behind you, his hand brushed against the small of your back, a gentle touch that sent pleasant shivers up your spine.

"So," you began as you settled into your seats, Bucky choosing to sit close beside you rather than across the table. He casually rested his hand on your thigh, thumb making small, gentle circles against the fabric of your pants. The warmth of his touch radiated through you as you leaned slightly into him. "How did the debriefing go? The real one, not the TV-friendly version."

Bucky took a bite of the food, closing his eyes briefly in appreciation before answering. His face was so close to yours that you could feel the gentle warmth of his breath, inhale the intoxicating blend of his natural musk and subtle cologne. "Better than expected. Bob says hi, by the way. Wants to know when we're coming over for dinner."

"Tell him anytime he's willing to cook," you teased.

Bucky smiled, a genuine one that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Will do." He took another bite, then added more softly, "It felt good, being back in the field. Different than Congress. More immediate. In Congress, you fight for change that might take years to see. Out there, you know right away if you've made a difference."

You nodded, understanding the complex relationship he had with his dual roles. "You make a difference either way, Buck. Different battles, like you said in the interview."

"Speaking of the interview," he said, a mischievous glint entering his eyes, "sorry about the 'single' implication. You know how it goes."

You waved a dismissive hand. "Please. I knew what I was signing up for." You took a sip of cider, the warm spices dancing on your tongue. "Besides, I kind of enjoy being your best-kept secret, Congressman Barnes."

His expression softened as he turned to face you, his hand sliding up from your thigh to cup your cheek. The candlelight caught the subtle gleam of his vibranium fingers against your skin as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. He tasted of cider and something uniquely him, a taste that never failed to make your heart race. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with your own.

"Not a secret," he corrected gently. "Just private. There's a difference."

"I know," you assured him. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

The decision to keep your relationship out of the public eye had been mutual from the beginning. After everything Bucky had been through, decades of having his choices taken away, years of fighting to reclaim his identity—privacy had become sacred to him. And you, having seen the media circus that surrounded other Avengers' relationships, had readily agreed.

It wasn't hiding; it was preserving something precious.

After dinner, you moved to the small living room, settling onto the worn but comfortable couch that faced the electric fireplace. Outside, rain had begun to fall, pattering gently against the windows. Bucky pulled the handmade quilt, a gift from Wanda, over both of you as you curled against his side.

"Want to watch something?" you asked, though you already knew the answer.

Bucky shook his head, his arm tightening around you. "Just want to be here. With you. No screens, no cameras, no reporters. Just us."

You nestled closer, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your cheek. His vibranium arm, always slightly cooler than his flesh one, curved protectively around your waist.

"Tell me something good that happened while I was gone," he murmured into your hair.

This was another ritual, finding moments of simple joy to share with each other, a practice that had helped Bucky learn to recognize the good in his life after decades of darkness.

"Mrs. Kapoor from downstairs brought up some homemade samosas yesterday," you told him. "Said they were a thank you for helping her grandson with his history project. I saved you some—they're in the fridge."

"She makes the best samosas in Brooklyn," Bucky said appreciatively. "What else?"

"The maple tree in the park has turned completely red now. It happened almost overnight. And I finished that book you recommended, the one about the lighthouse keeper. You were right, the ending was worth the slow middle."

He smiled against your temple. "I've been reading books long enough to know a good payoff when I see one coming."

"Your turn," you prompted, looking up at him. "Something good from your trip."

Bucky was quiet for a moment, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your arm. "There was this kid at the hospital we visited after the battle. Couldn't have been more than eight. Lost his arm in an accident last year." His voice softened. "He showed me his prosthetic—nothing fancy, but he'd decorated it with Avengers stickers. Had Steve's Captain America mask right at the top."

Your heart squeezed. "Bucky..."

"I showed him some of the basic maintenance I do on mine," he continued. "Simple stuff, things his parents could help with. But the way he looked at me, doll..." Bucky shook his head slightly. "Like having one arm didn't make him less. Like it made him special. Connected to something bigger."

You reached for his metal hand, bringing it to your lips and kissing the palm gently. "You changed how he sees himself."

"Maybe," Bucky acknowledged. "That's worth all the congressional hearings and PR interviews combined."

The rain grew heavier outside, drumming a soothing rhythm on the roof. The warm glow from the fireplace cast dancing shadows across Bucky's face, highlighting the contours you'd memorized with your fingertips on countless nights like this one.

"You know," you said thoughtfully, "if Marissa knew what she was missing: quiet nights, pot roast, and rainstorms—she might have tried even harder to get that dating confirmation."

Bucky laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Not a chance. This isn't for sharing." His expression grew more serious as he gazed down at you. "Sometimes I think about how different my life could have been. All those years as the Winter Soldier, then the fighting, the pardons, the political career... None of it prepared me for this."

"For what?" you asked softly.

"For how it would feel to come home to someone who knows all of me—every part, every history, every name I've ever had—and loves me anyway." His voice dropped to a whisper. "For how simple and yet impossible it seemed that I could have this kind of peace."

You shifted to face him fully, cupping his face between your hands. "James Buchanan Barnes, are you getting sentimental on me?"

A slow smile spread across his face. "Might be. Happens every autumn. Something about the changing leaves makes a century-old man reflective."

"Well, this century-old man better save some of that reflection for tomorrow," you teased. "We promised to help Yori rake his yard, remember?"

Bucky groaned dramatically. "Why did I agree to that? I was just in a battle to save the world."

"Because he promised to make us sushi afterward," you reminded him. "And because you're a good friend, even when you pretend to be grumpy about it."

He sighed in mock resignation, then suddenly moved, pulling you into his lap in one fluid motion that reminded you of the superhuman strength he usually kept carefully controlled. "Fine. But that means we should make the most of tonight."

Your breath caught as his hands settled on your waist, warm and secure. "Any specific ideas, Congressman?"

His eyes darkened slightly as he leaned closer. "Several. None of which I'll be sharing on national television."

As his lips found yours, gentle at first and then with growing intensity, you smiled against his mouth. Outside, the autumn storm continued, leaves swirling in the wind, the world rushing by with all its complexities and dangers. It was an ordinary moment. And yet, as you padded across the room to join him underneath the sheets, accepting every kiss, every touch, every bit of his being— you knew this was everything neither of you had dared to dream possible.

Congressman, Avenger, Thunderbolt, Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, the world knew him by many names. But in the gentle warmth of a Brooklyn sunset, he was simply yours, and you were his, and that was the greatest truth of all.

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rafecameronssl4t · 6 months ago

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Out of my league || Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: Fans have always speculated that Drew was dating someone until he confirmed it in an interview. After digging through Drew's socials, fans stumble upon you, a Yale law student.

Warnings: age gap (r is 23)

Word count: 515

A/n: my absolute dream to study law at Yale, Oxford or Edinburgh 😔😔

MASTERLIST

"Omg!" Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the message from your sister, her excitement practically radiating through the screen. Without hesitation, you tap on the link she attached. It directs you to a fresh, two-minute interview of your boyfriend, Drew, from the red carpet premiere of Queer. The video had been posted mere minutes ago, and your curiosity piqued as you hit play.

The clip begins with Drew stepping confidently into the spotlight, his tailored black suit fitting him perfectly, exuding effortless charm. His neatly styled hair and sharp features gleamed under the intense glow of the camera flashes. Seeing him like this—a star in every sense of the word—made you pause, a proud smile spreading across your lips.

The interviewer, a charismatic host with a warm smile and infectious energy, introduces Drew before diving straight into the conversation. Her tone is laced with both admiration and curiosity. “Drew, you’ve been receiving such incredible praise for your performance in Queer. Tell us, how was the filming process? What was it like working on such a powerful project?”

Drew’s face lights up, his passion evident as he responds. “Oh, it was an amazing experience,” he begins, his deep, smooth voice carrying a sincerity that draws you in. “Getting the chance to work under Luca’s direction and alongside Daniel was an absolute honour. The cast and crew brought so much energy to the set—it really felt like a family by the end of it.”

He pauses briefly, a soft smile gracing his lips, before adding something that makes your breath catch. “What made it even more special was having my family visit during filming. And my girlfriend…” His eyes momentarily shift, a small but noticeable fondness in his expression. “She took some time off from university to spend a couple of months with me on set in Italy. That support meant the world to me.”

Your heart swells with warmth, a mix of pride and affection bubbling to the surface. Drew rarely spoke about his personal life publicly, but when he did, it was always with the kind of sincerity that made you feel like the luckiest person alive. Those two months in Italy had been unforgettable, the perfect escape from the stress of your law studies at Yale.

The interviewer lets out an audible gasp, clearly surprised by Drew’s candid revelation. “Wait, you have a girlfriend? This is definitely news to us.” Drew chuckles softly, nodding. “I do. She’s brilliant. Balancing law school while putting up with me can’t be easy and honestly, I think she's out of my league.” Drew chuckles. Who is this mystery woman? How could someone possibly be out of Drew’s league?

The mystery only fuels the frenzy, and it doesn’t take long for determined fans to track down your Instagram account. Your page, once a space where you documented your life, was now flooded with notifications. Followers pour in by the thousands, combing through your posts for any clue about your connection to Drew. Fans are both shocked and delighted. You’re not what they expected, but in the best way.

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yourfriendsusername: 😍😍

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: ily!!

yourfriendsusername: uh oh, ur getting famous…. remember me pls!

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: sorry, who are you 😂

user1: omg so this is Drew’s gf? SHES GORGEOUS

user2: damn she’s hella smart huh?

↘️ user3: DUH SHES IN YALE STUDYING LAW

user4: eh she’s mid

↘️ user5: studying law at one of the ivy league’s is far from being mid lol 😭

user6: she’s been posting him for so long now, how have we only just found this out 😂

user7: so she’s pretty, she’s smart, and she’s bagged Drew Starkey? Damn girl.

user8: now how has she done that

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yeah my gf is cooler than me.

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y/n_y/l/n: Alexa, play Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey 😄

↘️ drewstarkey: volume up, Alexa!

madelyncline: she’s such a smart cookie 😝

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: come see me again gf 😔

↘️ madelyncline: yes ma’am!

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↘️ drewstarkey: ur cute

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: what’s going on here?

user1: HE FINALLY POSTED HER!

user2: can’t wait for more gf appreciation posts 😆

user3: how has a uni student bagged Drew Starkey

user4: first pic. sleeping on the road tn.

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: pls don’t 🙏

↘️ user5: AHH SHE REPLIED TO U

↘️ user6: ur so lucky to call Drew ur man

↘️user7: nah, he’s acc my man

user8: as if we acc thought this majestic man was single 😭

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novvabee · 6 months ago

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Idk if you’re taking requests but I’d love another poly! Jegulily x reader smut, maybe the boys walking in on reader and Lily 👀

so uh... idk if im good at writing smut but this one is for you love!!! also i am writing this from a hospital bed and my brain is only half working so

Caught

summary:James and Regulus catch you and Lily having some alone time

cw: MDNI. smut, this is kinda pwop, oral (f and m receiving) unprotected piv, cumplay?, swearing, idk this is literally just smut, lmk if anything needs to be added.

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Lily couldn’t be more perfect if she tried, her golden shining skin, her blazing emerald eyes, her ethereal copper hair. She was perfect in every sense of the word and you couldn’t believe she was yours.

How truly lucky you were. You got her all to yourself, yours to hold, to sleep next to, to feel. She was all yours, if only you didn’t share her.

You sometimes forgot that she wasn't only yours. You forgot that you had to share.

You loved your boyfriends, of course you did. And they loved you and Lily just as much. But there were days, moments that you just had to have her to yourself. You had to allow yourself to give into the pure greed you felt. She was yours, and you were hers.

That feeling, that greed, was especially present now, when she was pulling you upstairs into your bedroom. To be fair, you had been all over her all day, pulling her close and kissing every bit of skin you could reach. You could tell she tried to not let it affect her, but she had her limits. Limits you knew how to push and bend, knew exactly what to do or say to get exactly what you wanted.

Once she had finally snapped and gripped your wrist firmly, pulling you along behind her, you knew you had reached your goal. You got her to fold with a few whispered words and a coy look.

From pulling you behind her to pushing you into the room and onto the bed, every moment was heating up in the most delightful way. From her lips to her touch, you felt the flame of desire ignite and there was no extinguishing it now. Not as she climbed atop you, not when she lifted your shirt from your body, not when she kissed down your frame all the way to the flimsy material of your underwear that you were left in.

You could live in this moment forever. You could bask in the feeling of her gripping your thighs and pulling them apart, slotting herself nicely between them.

She slid her fingers into the waistband of said flimsy panties and slid them down your legs and threw them somewhere near the door. She made quick work of diving in, licking a stripe up your core. You groaned at the feeling, her tongue circling your clit over and over.

See, you all agreed that it was fine if two of you broke off every now and then for some quality one on one time. There was no rule against just you and Lily having some fun on your own, the other two didn’t have to be there. But, there was a sort of clause to this, just don’t get caught by the other two. More importantly, don’t get caught by Regulus.

At the beginning of your relationship, you often felt guilty, excluding the other two. That was, until Regulus had you in the shower all alone, growling that if he ever caught you like this with James or Lily, you would regret it. And that intrigued you.

Ever since then, you had yet to be caught, to see exactly what you would be regretting if you were. Now, there had of course been some close calls, but you took pride in yourself for the fact that you were incredibly sneaky and mischievous.

Today, you thought it was going to be one of those times, where you were able to sneak off and not be caught, just like every other time. That was until you heard the click of the door handle and looked just in time to see James and Regulus enter the room.

You saw James’s face spark with confusion then awe as he drank in the sight of Lily on her knees in front of you, lounging on the edge of the bed.

Regulus looked slightly different. You saw him look from you, to Lily, to the panties on the floor right in front of where he stood, then back to you. All with an unchanging expression. His eyes bore into yours, and you knew that you were fucked now.

“Lily,” you whined, trying to wiggle your hips out of her grasp, but she wouldn’t budge. You tried again, this time trying to push her away.

“I hear them,” she acknowledged. She didn’t halt her actions, if anything, it just encouraged her.

Your eyes were still locked on Regulus’s. His face still void of any shock, any emotion at all really. It was a strange contrast to James’s wide eyed stare and blushed cheeks, now the same deep pink color of his cock which was no doubt hardening beneath his jeans by the second.

With Lily’s continued ministrations, you couldn’t help the small moan that left your lips. You tipped your head back and allowed yourself to drink in the pleasure, whatever consequences be damned. Lily clearly wasn’t stopping, so why shouldn’t you continue to feel good?

You heard Regulus approach, his footsteps along with the wet sloppy noises that came from where you and Lily were attached being the only noises filling the room. He stopped just short of the side of the bed and reached to grasp your face in one of his hands, turning you to face him. You looked up at him and felt your heart rate rise in anticipation, wanting to finally find out what he had in store.

To your surprise, he just leaned down and kissed your lips. It was sweet, soft. He broke away and slid in behind you, helping to prop your body up so Lily could get better access. She took full advantage of this and flattened her tongue, adding pressure to your bud so nicely.

Regulus again turned your face to kiss you. You craned your neck to the side in an almost uncomfortable angle to reach him. He gave you a few soft kisses before licking along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him, allowing his tongue to explore yours. Your tongues danced together, there was no need for a battle of dominance when you both found a rhythm.

Lily seemed to be annoyed that the attention was off of her when she was the one working so hard, so she decided to bring a finger to your entrance and circle it, collecting your wetness before pushing in ever so slightly.

You forgot Regulus, snapping your attention back to her. You met her sultry gaze staring back at you as if tempting you to look away again. You saw her tongue start kitten licking you again and you moaned out, throwing your head back against Regulus’s shoulder. He stayed firm behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle to hold you in place for Lily.

Lily took Regulus’s help and added another finger to your entrance, pumping both in and out of you, curling upwards in the way only Lily did. You lost all your senses, letting out breathless moans and praises of Lily’s name. She felt so amazing. You were becoming undone for her, getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

“You just gonna stand there, pretty boy?,” you heard Regulus’s voice from behind you, "Or are you gonna come join us?”.

Lily halted her work on you and turned to look over her shoulder at where James still stood, your juices covering her mouth and chin. You whined, not wanting her to stop, but also looked to where your other boyfriend was.

He looked like he was in desperate need of some attention. You smirked, enjoying the fact that he could get this worked up by just watching you three. He stood, a little spacey and breathless.

You decided to help him out and smiled sweetly at him. “C’mere Jamie, I wanna play with you.” He nodded and moved quickly to be by your side.

Lily turned back to you and winked up at you before continuing. You fought the urge to roll your eyes back, you had to be somewhat coherent for James now. You turned your attention to where the boy was struggling to undo the button on his jeans, too busy watching what Lily was doing. You took pity on him and helped him.

His eyes flicked to you and gave you an appreciative look. He slid his jeans down his thighs leaving him in just his boxers. You reached up to wrap your hand behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss. His lips were needy against yours, eager for your touch at last. He shimmied out of his boxers and allowed his cock to be free of its restraints.

You took him in your hand, gathering his leaking precum to use as lubrication. You stroked him up and down with ease, pulling away from the kiss to allow his moans to ring through the air. Such sinful moans falling from his lips and you had only just begun touching him.

Regulus chuckled from behind you, amused with how needy James was. Regulus seemed to reward your actions by attaching his lips to the small space under your ear and sucking, biting. There was surely to be a bright purple bruise there the next time you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Everything was getting too much for you, every action, every noise, every touch, was blending together and you were falling fast. You felt the brink of orgasm approaching. You couldn’t help but moan out, throwing your head back onto Regulus’s strong shoulder.

Lily’s eyes shot up to yours, looking so sultry yet angelic between your legs, her tongue working her magic. She lapped you up in time with her fingers curling in just the right way, the way that only Lily understood. You were right on the edge, letting out breathless moans and chants of Lily’s name, before she suckled on your clit as her finishing move of her routine, and you were undone.

You felt every wave of pleasure as Lily worked you through your orgasm. “Good girl,” she drawled, giving you the praise she knew you wanted, Regulus doing the same by kissing your neck and shoulder sweetly. You relaxed for one moment, trying to catch your breath, before you heard a whimper beside you.

Your attention turned to the sad looking James at your side. You had forgotten his pleasure when seeking your own, and now he was pouting. You giggled, trying to compose yourself, and peeling yourself away from where Regulus and Lily had you, and crawled into James’s lap. Lily took your spot in Regulus’s lap, lounging lazily as both of them watched you and James.

Facing him, you took his face into your hands and pecked his lips. He tried to deepen the kiss again, wanting to continue where you had left off, but you cood, “Awe baby, I’m sorry. Did I forget about you?” James nodded fiercely, arms tugging you closer to him, trying to feel you everywhere. You could feel his dick so close to your bare cunt and groaned, grinding down on him to elicit the same reaction.

He whimpered and bucked his hips up into yours, dangerously close to entering you.

“Do you wanna be inside me baby? Would that make up for it?” you asked. James was almost shaking beneath you as he nodded and bucked up to meet your core again. You chuckled at his attempt to enter you, but looked to your other two lovers, just to make sure everything was alright.

Regulus had Lily in a similar position that you had just left. She was leaned up against his chest, legs spread for Regulus’s hands to work on her dripping cunt. You let out a short breathless moan at the sight. Regulus was whispering something into Lily’s ear that had her moaning and throwing her head back the same way you were just moments ago.

James must have had enough of your inattention, because he bucked up into you once again, this time finding his mark. James slipped into you easily due to the wet mess you had become on Lily’s tongue. You both groaned out at the familiar sensation, James stretching you out and you squeezing him in the way he loves.

Still facing him, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a fast and messy kiss. You both felt that needy desperation and melded together as you connected. James opened his mouth for you and you took advantage by licking into it. He moaned and pushed your hips down onto him even further. You threw your head back and let out a rather pornographic, attention seeking moan, putting on a performance for Regulus and Lily just as much as you were for James.

You started grinding down onto James, back and forth, as he let out soft whimpers. You moved your hips in a silent rhythm, getting James as close to his release as you could without bringing him to the edge. You moved your hips in time with his thrusts, the way you knew he liked, and let him think he was the one in control by allowing him to move your hips back and forth on his cock. He brought one hand up to cup your breast, pawing at it before taking your nipple into his mouth and suckling. You moaned and gripped his hair at the back of his head, tugging just slightly.

You snuck a look at Lily and Regulus where he had his ring and middle fingers pumping in and out of her at a rapid pace. Lily’s face was twisted with pleasure and ecstasy, eyes screwed shut and cheeks reddening to match the color of her lovely hair. She was going to come undone soon, and you couldn’t wait to hear the beautiful noises she would make. You know that watching you and James was tipping her closer and closer to the edge.

You rocked your hips on James at the same time as Regulus’s fingers sliding in and out of Lily. You cried out, gripping James’s shoulders and squeezing with your nails, no doubt leaving tiny crescent moons indented into his skin. You knew that sent a rush of pleasure down to James cock by the way he twitched inside of you and he let out a gargled moan.

You watch as Lily’s chest heaves up and down, moaning so seductively and making you want her between your thighs again. She let out moans in quick succession, squirming in Regulus’s grasp, legs flailing and hands gripping his thighs, anything to try and get away. But Regulus was all too used to this, and had her tightly against him as he continued his assault on her cunt. Fuck you werent going to last much longer.

In out, in out, in out. You could make out the sweat lining Lily’s chest. You started bouncing on James in time to Regulus now. James whimpered and nuzzled into the crook of your neck, giving you full control without pretending now. Bouncing, bouncing bouncing, closer and closer to the edge. Regulus added his thumb to brush Lily’s clit, and it had her screaming. You nuzzled back into James and slammed your hips down onto his, clenching his cock hard and feeling him spurt into you, moaning your name over and over, kissing your neck and holding you tight into him. You felt so good, wanting, needing to continue to rock your hips onto his, but you didn’t want to overstimulate him, especially when he had been such a good boy for you.

You didn’t have to wait for long, Regulus was pulling you off of James moments after James was completely coming down from his high. Both you and James whined at the feeling of the loss of each other. You felt the emptiness rush over you, but Regulus had a look in his eye that meant you wouldn’t have to go empty for long.

Regulus laid you down on the bed, smiling down at you. You became suddenly shy at his attention, remembering what he had said all that time ago about being caught, and now here you were, caught, and at his mercy. You were slightly scared, but you needed something, anything from Regulus. You would take the rough punishment, the unfair edging, the nerve-shattering overstimulation, anything.

“My turn baby,” He said, kissing your clavicle and taking your right thigh and pushing it down on the bed next to your body, giving him unrestricted access to your pussy, still dripping with James release. Regulus reached down between your two bodies and spread James’s cum up and down your cunt for lubrication. You could have cum from just that alone, but he then dipped two fingers into you, curling them upwards and making your back arch, before pulling them out and using James’s cum as lubrication for himself, tugging his cock once, twice, before lining up with you.

You looked over to where James was now between Lily’s thighs, eyes glazed over from pleasure. Lily’s fingers tangled in James’s locks as she used her leverage to grind on this tongue, meeting him lick for lick.

Regulus turned your face back to him, squishing your cheeks so that your lips pouted out. He chuckled at your expression. “Eyes on me now babygirl, yeah?” he said, more like demanded.

You nodded to him, eyes not leaving his, as you felt his tip line up with your entrance. He then pushed in, so slowly. Inch by inch he pushed in until he bottomed out. You had no breath to moan or cry out. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again. You arched your chest up to meet his and he took this as a sign to speed up a little more.

Still holding your right thigh in place, he thrust into you deeper. You felt every glorious inch of him and forgot about the whole ‘being caught’ scenario… Maybe he did as well. Maybe there was no reason to worry yourself. You let yourself relax and enjoy it all.

You finally got out a strangled moan, encouraging Regulus on. He was slipping in and out so easily, so quickly, that you barely had the right state of mind to notice that James and Lily were now 69ing.

Regulus gripped your thigh with one hand and brought his other to grip your throat, stabilizing himself as he thrust even harder into you. You whimpered, half at the way he was making you feel, and half due to the moans coming from both overstimulated James and Lily.

Regulus squeezed your throat in the most delicious way that made the sides of your vision go fuzzy and all the blood go straight to your pussy. Regulus pounded into you with vigor as he saw your eyes start to roll back into your skull. He was letting out breathless sounds, the only thing close to a moan he would ever let out, while you while you completely let go, moaning and cursing, chanting his name like a sinful prayer.

“Reggie, R-Reggie.” you cried out.

He smirked down at you. “What is it baby?” he asked with fake worry. You could hear the noises that James and Lily were making and you knew you were going to cum for Regulus embarrassingly fast.

“C-could we… switch positions. P-please?” you asked as he continued pounding into you.

Wordlessly he gripped your hips and turned you so that you were on your hands and knees. He pushed down on your middle back so that your tits met the bed and your ass was perfectly on display for him. From this position, you could watch James and Lily with ease. She was on top, riding his face, her juices running down his neck and chest, his cock a deep red, ready to be played with again.

You caught Lily’s eye and for the second time tonight, she winked at you. You turned into a shy mess again, hiding your face in the sheets before you felt Regulus slide his dick up and down your slit, recoating himself to push into you.

He lined himself up with your entrance yet again, but it was you who pushed back onto him. He let out a low groan and took your hips in his hands. He wasted no time, holding you in place as he pounded into you. You moaned so loudly that you were sure everyone down the block could hear you, but you didn’t care, his cock was too deep, he felt too good. And Lily and James sounded as if they were right there with you, feeling just as amazing.

“Fuck James,” Lily moaned out, lazily stroking his cock while still riding his face.

Regulus continued thrusting, bending one of his legs to the side of you for better leverage, reaching new depths. You cried out broken moans holding off your orgasm as long as possible, but you couldn’t hold it for much longer.

“I, Reggie, I’m s’close,” you moaned. “Please can I cum?” you still didn’t know for sure where you stood with him, if he was going to rip away your orgasm at the last second for getting caught.

Regulus just breathed out a “Cum whenever you want baby.”

He thrust into you faster now, knowing that you were on the brink. You couldn’t stop it, everything again came crashing down on you. You screamed out, but Regulus shoved your face into the bed to muffle the sound, still fucking into you to chase his own release.

You couldn’t catch your breath, listening to James come undone next, then Lily right along with him, her high pitched moans reverberating off the bedroom walls.

Regulus pounded into you for a good while after you had cum, James cuddled into Lily’s lap as they both just watched you take your pleasure.

Your body felt so lifeless as Regulus used it, pounding into you like a doll. You loved it. He was close, his thrusts becoming sloppy and not as coordinated as usual. You decided to finish your performance with an encore.

“Fuck Reggie,” you moaned out with a scratch in your voice from all the moaning and screaming. “You fill me up so good.”

You felt him twitch, gripping your hips and getting ready to spill into you.

“Merlin, you feel so good Reggie.” you coaxed, trying to get him to cross the finish line like all of you already had.

“You know how to make me feel so good, Y/N.” Regulus said, out of breath and sweat dripping down his temple as he chased his high.

You moaned once more before hitting the final nail on the coffin. “I love you Reggie.” you breathed out.

This completely broke him. He threw his head back, eyes tightly shut as he let out a whimper for you, coating your walls with his hot ropes of cum. You smiled and moaned with him, loving the fact that you got him to make such pretty noises, especially when he is the most reserved out of the four of you.

You confidently whipped around to face him, disconnecting from his cock to connect to his lips with a small peck. He smiled down at you yet again. “I love you too,” he replied softly.

You crawled to where James was laying on the bed, beat and ready to cuddle and sleep. Lily had gone to grab a few towels to wipe off with. You kissed James’s cheek and asked if he had enjoyed himself. He nodded sleepily and you giggled.

Lily took care of James while Regulus grabbed a cloth and wiped your core down for you. You told him you could do it yourself, but he insisted.

“I thought you were going to be mad at me.” you admitted to him, breaking the comfortable silence that had built throughout the room.

“Why would I ever be mad at you babygirl?” Regulus replied to you, wiping down your thighs where he and James’s cum had mixed and dripped out.

You shrugged but said “Well because of what you said about if you ever were to catch me… I thought that you’d be mad or jealous or something.” you tried to explain.

He chuckled, folding the small towel before throwing it somewhere near the laundry. “Oh baby,” he said, “As long as I am able to join, I’m never going to be mad or jealous.” He kissed the top of your head before slotting himself behind you, spooning you. “That is, as long as I am able to join…”

“I would never not want you to join.” you said to him quickly. “I like when we all have fun.”

“Oh baby,” Lily said, crawling in behind James to spoon him just as Regulus was spooning you. “You didn’t like when it was just me and you?” she teased.

“I did!” you tried to defend yourself. “I just… I don’t want anyone to ever feel left out.”

Regulus cooed at you and kissed your cheek, cuddling into you. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?” Regulus said.

“She certainly is.” Lily said, licking her lips and winking at you again.

oh gosh... i will check for spelling and grammar issues tomorrow whenI am slightly more aware of my surroundings but hey, first work of 2025 done!!! please let me know if there is like a glaring issue or anything lmao. please send in asks/requests case i am SO BORED in this hospital ❤️

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locomoqo · 8 months ago

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haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your works🥲🥲 and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like “yeah i know right” “that’s so true”

thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atm💕💕)

sweet talk

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]

details: fluff, established relationship (married)

A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.

He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediate—eyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. “You like the bunny?” he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.

Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.

“These are for mommy,” he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.

Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. “You want all of them like this?” he muttered, looking back at her. “You think mommy would like it, huh?”

“Mamamama!” she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.

Gun chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, you win.” He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.

As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. “Think mommy’s going to like the bunnies?” he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.

After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. “Well, if it makes you two happy…” he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.

With his daughter happily babbling away at her “help” and his own satisfaction at his work.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, she’d babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if she’d just shared the most incredible news.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, bouncing her gently. “You’re just full of stories today, aren’t you?”

They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.

“Oh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?” Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Goo’s grin grew. “You like that, huh? That’s ‘cause mama’s in it. She’s the pretty one, right? Dada’s just the one making her laugh.”

“Umwa, mwaamama!” she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. “You think she’s prettier than me? Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said, feigning hurt. “I’ll let that one slide since you’re my favorite girl.”

His daughter’s little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like she’d made the smartest observation. “Ohhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,” he chuckled. “And look at you, you’re her little twin! Same smile, same cute face… except you got daddy’s charm, don’t you?” he added with a wink, booping her nose.

Another babble.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. “She’s smart, tough, and—well, let’s just say she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And you… you’re just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.”

He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. “Whoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,” he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Ugh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?”

But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great, you’re telling mama? You’re ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

ᯓ★—JAKE

Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little “shh-shh-shh” that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.

“Someone’s got a lot to say,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Tell me, princess, what’s wrong? You hungry?” He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. “Or are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?”

His daughter’s cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. “Ah, I see, I see,” he replied, nodding seriously. “So it’s the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.”

She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. “Alright, I get it, princess. You’re not mad. Just… sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.”

She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. “Yeah, I’m listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddy’s right here.”

With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. “Oh, so it’s my singing you’re not a fan of? I thought it was pretty good—so did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,” he whispered, winking. “And the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, I’ll add that to daddy’s list.”

She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. “And here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.”

She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. “And on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought she’d be here, didn’t you?” He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back.

Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “See? You just needed someone to listen. Don’t worry, princess—I’ll always be here, taking notes and making sure everything’s just right.”

His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.

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unintentionalseductress · 7 months ago

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More spamming for LaDs, but spicy...

NSFW HCs: Favorite non-traditional space to enjoy a good romp other than a bed for each of the boys... and maybe why it is their favorite?

Unconventional Romp Spots

This took a while but here we are! Loved the creativity of this request and let's face it, all of them are down so bad for reader that they'll do whatever she wants. 🤭🤭🤭 Warnings: MDNI, exhibitionism, PIV sex, clit play

Zayne’s favorite spot to make love to you apart from the bed was the couch. Was it incredibly unconventional? Not really but the couch was firm and warm, the place you and he sat snuggled together during those rare times he wasn’t working, countless movies and snacks shared, and drinking your morning coffee in each other’s company.

So why shouldn’t it count as a perfectly good spot to make love?

Your fingers tangle into his silky locks of hair as he kisses you, his large body hovering carefully before he lays down, his hips now flush against yours as he sensually licks your lips before parting them with his tongue. A contented sigh escapes you as the wet appendage dances with yours, sending jitters of excitement running through you as you slip your hands under his shirt, enjoying the warmth and scent of his skin.

A hum emanates from his large frame as you reach the middle of his back, your nails scratching him just hard enough to send a rush of arousal skittering down his spine, heat gathering in his veins as he drinks in the sight of you, flushed and hazy, beneath him. You help each other remove the barriers of clothing, savoring the intimate skin-to-skin contact. You nuzzle his neck then trail a line of kisses down the side, watching his eyes darken with desire.

With care, he pulls off your bra, tossing it aside and kneeling, the low couch creaking slightly as it took your weight. The TV remote lay forgotten on the coffee table as Zayne swirls a hardened nipple into his hot, wet, mouth, sucking patiently. You cradle his head as pleasurable shocks zip straight to your core. Your clit throbs in need as he tweaks your free nipple between his fingers. You writhe and moan, your hips pressing against his to seek friction.

Expertly you undo the belt of his buckle and his zip, rocking your hands against the hard heat of his erection and he releases your nipple to groan needily, his eyes flashing dangerously. Not needing any further encouragement he slides your panties off your legs, his hand coming up to cup your mound and gathering the moist heat leaking from your core onto his fingers, spreading it up towards your clit. You’re helpless under him, his long, thick, middle finger sliding so teasingly into your core while his thumb circles the little bundle of nerves.

Sighs and longing moans of need escape you as he builds up your arousal, those keen eyes watching your face for signs of your impending climax, and when you finally begin to clamp down with that familiar pattern onto his fingers, he crooks his inserted finger up into that spongy patch of delight. You erupt, a wavering moan escaping your lips as the orgasm rips through you, your clit and core spasming in pleasure around him. He pulls out his fingers, licking them clean before aligning himself between your legs.

You awkwardly part them, trying to find a comfortable angle on the narrow space of the sofa before he grabs you by the ankles and wraps your legs securely around his waist before entering you in one, long, passionate, stroke. The air grows balmy as his hips undulate, the fill of him inside you bringing all your primal needs to the surface. Your nails leave scratches on his back, and your eyes close as the sound of his ragged breathing overtakes your senses. Your eyes meet and you stroke his face, gently tracing the outline of his lips, caressing the corners of his eyes before he gathers your close, his grip leaving indents in your skin as he gives all of himself to you.

Oh, this sweet-looking man is the wolf in sheep’s clothing. He won’t hesitate to take you anywhere, anytime. His unconventional spot is his desk at the office. He loves how naughty it makes him feel.

It’s past office hours and everyone has gone home, but Xavier had been making excuses to get you to stay late since lunch. Now, finally alone he boxes you in against his desk, your body blocked from escaping by his tall frame. His gloved hands shamelessly slide under your hunter’s uniform as he gropes your tits, palming the mounds of flesh possessively, satisfaction coursing through his veins as your nipples harden under his palms. His tongue traces hot trails down your neck as you squirm against him, feeling hardness gather between his thighs.

You whimper as his teeth scrape the front of your throat, your blood humming in your ears. Xavier undoes the buttons and buckles on the uniform and your clothes slide to the floor, leaving you in bra and panties. A stain of moisture has gathered on the crotch and Xavier’s sapphire eyes become luminous with hunger at the sight.

“I’m guessing you’re just pretending when you say you don’t like me taking you at the office.” He helps you hop onto the desk and then kneels between your thighs, his nose brushing against the smear, inhaling the musky scent of need leaking from your core. He pulls apart your legs, helping you balance your feet at the edge of the desk then hooks his finger into the gusset of your panties, pulling them to the side and giving you a teasing lick that makes your hips thrust up.

Xavier chuckles and sticks his tongue into your moist hole and you moan, the noise escaping into the quietness of the office, only seeming to sound louder than when it was full. Lewd slurping noises can be heard as Xavier goes to town, sucking every drop of your essence he can find, his tongue drawing circles over your sensitive bud as your hips instinctively rock against his mouth. Xavier’s cock throbs painfully inside his slacks as he steadily builds your orgasm, your every movement and noise only adding fuel to the fire. He frees one hand from it’s glove and probes your entrance, watching your fluttering hole suck his fingers in, clenching with desire around the long digits.

Every nerve in your body is begging for release, your head turning to one side, seeing all the empty desks of your colleagues, none of whom will have a clue of what happened on the desk next to them when they get in the next morning. The thought causes heat to gather in your belly, your abdominal muscles tightening in anticipation until Xavier pushes you over the peak, your breath tearing from your throat as you gasp out in ecstasy, pulse after pulse of satisfying pleasure flooding your senses.

Xavier licks his fingers clean then quickly undoes his pants, his cock finally springing free of its confines, leaking precum on its tip. He guides himself towards your warm, wet, cunt, gently splitting you apart as he fills you up. The stretch of muscle is welcoming, and he rolls your knees onto your chest, making you impossibly tighter around him as he starts to thrust.

As the air fills with your quiet whimpers, he sighs and settles into a comfortable rhythm, ensuring he bottoms out each time, dragging his length along your inner walls as he withdraws.

“Maybe next time we should do this on Tara’s desk instead of mine. Imagine her look of confusion when she comes in and sees all her paperwork is stained.”

The beach. He enjoys the noise of the water lapping onto the sand as he pulls you away to a hidden spot on the sandy dunes. Was it really his fault that you wore that sexy little bikini, the one that showed just enough of your sweet ass and lacked just enough support that it didn’t prevent your boobs from jostling around when you walked?

Surrounded by a craggy wall of privacy, his eyes glitter mischievously as he squeezes every part of your body, enjoying the way your face becomes flushed and your kisses become sloppier as he teases your nipples through the bikini top, the peaks visible and hard. He grins unashamedly as you stretch out on your stomach on the beach blanket he’s laid out, and starts to undo the knot at your back. His lips kiss the back of your neck and trail down your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine with each touch. You’re humming lazily, then roll over to expose your breasts to him, sand dotting your collarbones and belly.

Rafayel dips his head and suckles a pert nipple, groaning. “Oh, you’re all salty babe…from swimming in the ocean. Oh delicious…” He switches to the other one, savoring the taste of the salt and your skin as you moan and reach over to palm him through his swimming trunks. He’s rock hard and throbbing as you stroke his erection and his hips snap forward with each movement of your small hand.

The sound of the waves crashing down onto the shore and the call of the seagulls disguise the moans and noises of sweet pleasure the both of you are making as Rafayel hooks a finger into the elastic of your bikini bottom and pulls it down. The ocean breeze caresses your body and goosebumps erupt all over your skin. Rafayel chuckles and covers your body, his warmth seeping comfortingly into you as your hands tickle down his back, leaning up to give him unhurried kisses down his happy trail. Unable to hide your enthusiasm anymore, you loosen the drawstring of his swim shorts, tugging down the fabric and freeing his hard meat. It pops up proudly, leaking droplets at the tip.

You swirl your tongue generously around it and Rafayel bucks almost delicately into your mouth, the moist heat welcome against the chill of the air. He clicks his tongue in dismay as you let go but surprise him by rolling him under you, and quickly changing positions so that your pussy was tantalizingly visible over his face. You go back to eagerly slurping his generous length and feel the wet slip of his tongue lick a hot stripe along your cunt and hum in gratification as he hits your clit. He tasted salty too, and you suck on his tip like a lollipop trying to fit as much of him into your mouth as you could. Saliva drips from your mouth and onto the crevices of his thighs as you pleasure each other. You let out a keening moan, muffled by his cock as he inserts two fingers into your fluttering hole and starts petting your gspot. Your hips rock against his face and when his lips seal over your clit your concentration slips, his cock falling from your mouth as you rest your cheek on his thigh and writhe, all your inhibitions flying loose.

The relentless actions of his tongue and fingers bring you to a satisfactory orgasm, the punch of ecstasy pulsing through you as your fingers find purchase in the sand, bracing yourself and letting out shuddering whines as you ride the dizzying high.

Rafayel laps at the fluid leaking from your core, and the feeling jolts you into needing more, the clenching of your cunt almost becoming unbearable. You scramble off his face, resting on your knees as you drag your pussy down his chest, then tease his swollen cockhead with your drooling hole. Rafayel hisses at the sensitivity and before you could react he thrusts his hips and sheathes himself inside you.

Full and in a haze of need, you ride him, feeling his hands firmly grasp your fleshy ass, gently prying apart your cheeks as you bounced so that he can see the way your hole slides over him, enveloping him in that sweet essence.

“Ahh fuck…” Rafayel’s thrusts get sloppy as the slap of skin on skin gets more urgent, your moans mingling in the salty air as you push him to the edge. Rafayel grits his teeth as your pussy spasms around him, milking him dry as he unloads, his milky seed flooding your channel like sea foam washing up on the sand.

It excites Sylus to take you on his private balcony. It’s just secluded enough not to give away everything that's happening but open enough that a passerby might hear or see something they weren’t expecting. The excitement is enough to get his blood pumping, a heady rush swooshing through his body as his head fills with illicit thoughts on how to get you to lose control.

“Sylus please…” You whine helplessly as his head buries itself between your parted thighs, his tongue licking a sinfully pleasurable line from your dripping hole up to your clit. Your hands grip the railing as you moan into the open air while he crouches, a powerful jaguar that wasn’t going to leave you until he’s had his fill. The dim lights of the N109 zone surround you, passing cars and the faint noise of the few people that dared to walk on the streets breaching the edges of your senses.

His hot tongue pushes into your dripping hole and your legs wobble from the heady rush of desire that surges through you. Sylus’s chuckle is muffled and he withdraws, only to replace his tongue with his long, thick fingers. You lean over the edge, trying to steady yourself and Sylus firmly wraps his arms around your middle.

“Please what kitten?” He curls his fingers up into your gspot and pops of color appear behind your closed eyelids as you twitch, your ass jiggling as you dance on his fingers. The air is punctuated with broken moans and Sylus’s eyes gleam in satisfaction at your broken state. “That’s not nearly loud enough. You’ll need to mewl harder than that to even be heard over the traffic.” He gives a teasing lick to your clit and watches your hips jerk. The puffy folds of your sex are leaking copiously, coating his fingers with your slick.

How delightful to have you at his mercy, to have the whole N109 zone hear the pretty noises you made for him, to establish his dominance everywhere. Sylus nuzzles his nose in between your sex, inhaling the sweet musk of your pussy and you reflexively push against him. “This smell when you get so needy for me…it’s intoxicating.” Caged between Sylus and the balcony you’re helpless to do anything else but accept his kisses and licks, feeling him swirl the tip of his tongue on your clit while his fingers work inside you to bring you over the edge.

When your orgasm finally peaks you sob, your body shaking uncontrollably, all thoughts of not being discovered flying out of the window as pleasure pulses through your body. You bear down on his face, pleasing him immensely as you ride out the dizzying spiral of delight. Once you calm down, Sylus gets to his feet, then to your shock, roughly yanks open the front of your blouse, your tits open to the night air. The taboo of the act brings forth a surge of fresh arousal as he palms the mounds of flesh and you hear the soft noise of a zipper being opened. His cock pushes apart your folds, the engorged head notching into your messy opening and filling your empty canal. You choke out a desperate sound, lost to the noise of the city, but more follow as he thrusts smoothly, his hardened meat kissing your cervix with each stroke.

He offers you his finger and you suck on it for comfort, whining your muffled pleasure as he continues the mutual gratification.

“That’s a good kitten. Keep purring for me, sweetie.”

@theimmortalbuns @otomegamesforlife @sweets-kozume

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vintageandroid · 4 months ago

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Part of the enjoyment of watching stuff like The X-Files or Buffy or Star Trek or whatever is that like. Yes, there are some excellent episodes that are truly incredible, but sometimes an episode is the dumbest shit you've ever seen in your life AND IT'S DELIGHTFUL.

I mentioned this to a friend yesterday and she was like "Oh yeah because you know there will be good episodes again so it doesn't bother you!" but no. The bad episodes are fun on their own for me. I don't always want a slick streaming series with 8 episodes where each one is a work of tightly written cinematic excellence. I can enjoy that, too, but sometimes I want an episode with the dumbest premise known to man. Not all dumb, not all the time, not badly made or created as a joke, but just...silly but heartfelt.

Like yeah, okay, I love getting an episode where Brad Dourif is channeling the dead and it's beautiful and tragic and thought provoking and powerful, but sometimes I also enjoy "the problematic weirdly sexy genderfluid Amish people turned out to be aliens you guys" performed without a breath of irony.

#x-files #my posts #musings

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flux1563 · 3 months ago

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Happy Birthday ft karina and winter

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Karina stood in front of the mirror, her heart racing as she admired her reflection. Her hourglass figure was the envy of many, with curves that could make any outfit look like it was painted on her body. Her ass, a perfect bubble that seemed to defy gravity, was the subject of countless whispers and rumors among her fans and colleagues. Her boobs, full and round, had the power to turn heads wherever she went. The reflection staring back at her was a testament to years of hard work and discipline. As the leader of aespa, she knew she had to look her best, especially on days like today.

Winter, on the other hand, sat at the vanity with a frown. Her body was slender, almost too thin in the industry's harsh light. She had always felt inadequate when standing next to Karina, with her own average-sized breasts and ass. Her skin was her saving grace, so pale it was almost translucent, a stark contrast to the tanned bodies that were so popular. She picked up the letter she had written, her thoughts racing. This was her chance to make Karina's birthday special, to show her how much she appreciated her.

"Hey, Karina!" Winter called out, her voice echoing through the shared dressing room. "You've got a surprise waiting for you!"

Karina turned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. She had always loved surprises, especially from her fellow bandmates. She strutted over, her hips swaying in a way that made the fabric of her dress cling to her curves. "What's this?" she asked, her voice dripping with excitement.

Winter handed her the envelope, her hands shaking slightly. "It's just a little something I wanted to give you."

Karina took the envelope with a smile, her curiosity piqued. She felt a sudden thrill at the thought of a secret midnight rendezvous. She knew Winter had always had a flair for the dramatic, but this was something else. The instructions were simple, yet they sent a shiver down her spine. A penthouse at 12 AM, dressed only in a long dress with no panties and bra beneath. It was bold, it was risky, but it was also incredibly tantalizing.

As the day went on, Karina couldn't help but think about the letter. She wondered what kind of surprise Winter had planned for her. Her mind raced with possibilities, each more daring and thrilling than the last. The anticipation was killing her, but she knew she had to keep her cool. After all, she was the leader of aespa, and she had a public image to maintain.

The hours ticked by, and soon it was time for the concert. Karina pushed thoughts of the letter to the back of her mind as she stepped onto the stage, her confidence radiating out to the thousands of fans screaming her name. The lights, the music, the adoration—it was all a rush of energy that fueled her performance. But as the final notes of the last song played out and the applause faded into the night, she couldn't help but feel a tug of excitement for what was to come.

Finally, the clock struck midnight. Karina slipped away from the after-party, her heart pounding in her chest. The penthouse was only a short drive away, and she knew exactly which one was Winter's. She had been there before, but never under such... intimate circumstances. She arrived and took a deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of her dress. As she stepped out of the elevator, she could feel the cool air brush against her bare legs. The dress was indeed long, but it was also sheer, revealing her lack of underwear. She felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability as she approached the door, the anticipation of what lay behind it almost too much to handle.

Winter answered almost immediately, her eyes lighting up as she took in Karina's attire. "Wow, your nipples are hard," she said with a laugh, unable to hide her surprise and delight. Karina felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her body at the sight of Winter's eager gaze. The cold air had indeed done its work, making her nipples stand at attention, clearly visible through the flimsy material of her dress.

The penthouse was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering around the room, casting an eerie yet romantic glow. The floor was littered with rose petals, leading to a large bed adorned with silk sheets. Winter had clearly gone all out for this surprise. She took Karina's hand and led her to the bed, her own heart racing with excitement. Karina's eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, and a box of chocolates rested on the bedside table.

Winter wore a simple black tank top that clung to her small breasts, showcasing their perky firmness. Her nipples were already hard, poking through the fabric, and Karina couldn't help but stare. It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, and the thought sent a jolt of desire through her. Winter had chosen not to wear any underwear either, the thin strip of fabric barely visible beneath the tank top. Karina felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch her, to explore the softness of her skin.

"What's the plan?" Karina asked again, her voice thick with anticipation. Winter's eyes twinkled mischievously as she pulled Karina closer, her breath hot against her neck. "You'll see," she whispered, her hand slipping into the fold of Karina's dress, tracing the curve of her ass. "But first, we need to get you relaxed."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, jolting them out of their moment. Winter's expression grew even more playful as she squeezed Karina's hand. "I guess the party's starting early," she said, a hint of something else in her voice.

Karina's eyes widened as the door swung open to reveal not one, but twenty muscular black men dressed in matching tuxedos, each holding a bouquet of roses. They filled the room, their deep voices blending into a harmonious chorus of "Happy Birthday." Winter had gone all out, hiring an entire flash mob to serenade her. The sight was overwhelming, a mix of excitement and bewilderment flooding through her. The men's gazes were respectful but filled with an undeniable admiration for the two beautiful women before them.

Winter stepped aside, revealing the true intent behind the surprise. "This isn't just any party, Karina. It's a celebration of you, for you. Twenty of the most attractive and attentive men in the city, all here to make your birthday wishes come true."

Karina's jaw dropped as the reality of the situation hit her. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of excitement and nervousness. The men, with their broad shoulders and chiseled jaws, looked at her with a hunger that made her stomach flip. She had never been the center of attention like this, especially not in such an intimate setting. Her eyes darted to Winter, seeking reassurance, but all she found was a knowing smirk.

One by one, the men began to strip, their movements precise and practiced. The first few layers of clothing fell away to reveal their taut abs and bulging biceps. As they reached the last piece of clothing, their pants, they each pulled out a pair of velvet boxers, which were strategically designed to showcase their massive erections. Each man's cock was at least twelve inches long, with a thickness that would make any woman's knees go weak. The sight was overwhelming, and Karina could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy tightening in anticipation.

Winter leaned in and whispered into Karina's ear, "You can handle it. You're a goddess, and they're here to worship you. Just let go and enjoy the night."

Karina's eyes remained wide with both excitement and trepidation as she took in the sea of naked men surrounding her. She had never experienced anything like this before—her heart was racing, and she could feel her arousal growing with each passing second. Winter's words echoed in her mind, giving her a sense of empowerment that she had never felt before.

The first ten men approached Karina, their eyes full of lust and admiration. They began to gently touch her, their hands gliding over her bare skin like warm silk. Their kisses were soft and feather-light, leaving a trail of fire wherever their lips touched. Karina's body responded instinctively, arching into their touch, her own hands reaching out to explore the muscular planes of their chests and abs. The men were careful, almost reverent in their actions, as if they knew that even the slightest misstep could shatter the delicate balance of power in the room.

Meanwhile, Winter was not forgotten. The other ten men had surrounded her, each eager to claim their share of her delicate form. They started with gentle pecks on her neck and cheeks before moving to the softness of her full lips. Their hands began to wander, caressing her shoulders, tracing the lines of her collarbones, and finally cupping her small, firm breasts. Winter moaned softly, her nipples stiffening under their touch. She looked up into their eyes, her own filled with a mix of lust and mischief, daring them to go further.

The tension grew as clothes were removed, revealing the full extent of their desire. Karina's dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her heels. The men took turns kissing her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts, each one eager to taste the sweetness of her skin. Their hands explored her body, squeezing her ass cheeks and sliding up her thighs, teasing the wetness that was already gathering between her legs.

Winter's tank top was lifted over her head, revealing her perfect pale breasts to the hungry eyes of the men. They took turns sucking and biting her nipples, eliciting gasps and moans from the young idol. Her own hands were busy unbuckling belts and pushing pants down, revealing the impressive erections that awaited her.

"Ahh, so good, keep it going," Karina managed to say between the kisses and touches, her voice strained with pleasure. The men took this as a cue to intensify their efforts, their hands becoming more insistent, their kisses more demanding. Winter mirrored Karina's response, her voice a soft whine of pleasure as she was laid back on the bed.

The scene was a blur of limbs and passion as the men worked in harmony to pleasure the two idols. For Winter, it was an overwhelming sensation, her body responding to the skilled hands and mouths of the men around her. They took turns, one licking and suckling her nipples while another kissed down her stomach, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her navel before dipping lower, teasing the fabric of her panties. Her legs quivered as she felt a wet, hot tongue slip beneath the elastic, brushing against the soft hairs of her mound.

"Ahh, so good," Winter moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. The man between her legs was a master, his tongue flicking against her clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body begging for more, and the men were more than happy to oblige.

The room was a symphony of passionate noises: the sound of kisses, the rustle of fabric, the wet smack of tongues against skin. Karina's moans grew louder as the men took turns lapping at her clit, their fingers delving into her tight ass and soaking pussy. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through her body, making her hips buck and her toes curl. She had never felt so exposed, so desired.

The tension grew unbearable as the men worked in unison, their movements becoming more intense. Karina felt a hand slide up her thigh, the heat of it sending shivers down her spine. The finger circled her pussy before plunging in, the sudden intrusion making her gasp. At the same time, another hand began to massage her asshole, the sensation foreign but oddly pleasurable. Her eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the sensation of being filled so completely.

And then it happened. A wave of pleasure crashed over Karina, making her entire body convulse as she squirted, her juices soaking the bed beneath her. The sight was too much for the men, their eyes glazed with lust as they watched the evidence of her climax spray across their chests. Winter, not to be outdone, arched her back off the bed, her body shaking with the force of her own orgasm. Her pussy clenched around the fingers inside her, and she felt a gush of wetness as she too squirted, her body releasing in a display of pure ecstasy.

The men stepped back, giving the two women a moment to catch their breath. Winter looked over at Karina, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Ahh, that was so much," Their panted, their voice thick with satisfaction.

Karina nodded, her chest still heaving from the intensity of her orgasm. "But we're not done yet," she said with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger. She turned to the men, her gaze traveling over the sea of hard cocks before her. "Who's first?"

The men looked at each other, a silent challenge passing between them. The first one stepped forward, his cock standing tall and proud. Karina opened her mouth wide, her jaw aching with the effort as she took the tip into her mouth. She could feel the man's heartbeat through the veins that pulsed against her tongue, the taste of him salty and intoxicating. Winter watched, her own desire growing as she saw the way Karina's lips stretched around the massive girth.

Without missing a beat, Winter followed suit, taking the second man's cock in her mouth. It was thick and warm, and she had to stretch her jaw to the limit to accommodate it. The feeling of power was exhilarating, and she could feel the man's body tremble as she swirled her tongue around the head.

They took turns, moving from one cock to the next, their mouths and tongues working in unison to bring each man to the brink of pleasure.

But as they grew more comfortable with the rhythm, something unexpected happened. The first man who Karina was sucking suddenly pulled away, his eyes locked on hers as he positioned himself between her legs. Before she couldn't even react, he pushed his cock into her pussy, filling her in one smooth, powerful stroke. The surprise of the sudden penetration made her gasp, but the pleasure quickly overwhelmed any shock.

Winter watched, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. The man before her did the same, pulling out of her mouth and moving behind her. She felt the blunt tip of his cock press against her pussy, and despite the initial shock, she found herself pushing back, eager to feel him inside her.

With a gentle yet firm hand, he guided himself in, inch by inch, stretching her open until he was fully sheathed in her tight, velvety heat. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent her mind reeling. The room grew even hotter, the air thick with the scent of lust as the men began to thrust, their movements coordinated and deliberate.

Karina's eyes met Winter's, and she saw the same wild desire reflected there. Winter had whispered those words with a mix of awe and envy, her voice heavy with lust. "U are such a slut, Karina," she had said, and there was no judgment, only admiration in her tone. Karina felt a thrill run through her at the thought, her pussy clenching around the cock inside her. Was she a slut? Perhaps. But tonight, she didn't care. Tonight, she was going to live out every fantasy she had ever dared to dream of.

The men took turns fucking both of them, their rhythms becoming more erratic and desperate as they approached their own climaxes. Karina's pussy was a wet, tight fist around the cocks that plunged into her, and she reveled in the feeling of being used, of being filled to the brim with so much cock. She watched as Winter's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream, as the men took her in every way imaginable. Winter's body was a canvas of pleasure, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat as the men worked her over, each one eager to leave their mark.

Karina couldn't help but whisper to Winter as she was pounded from behind, "Look at that pussy, it can't get enough of the big dick," her voice filled with a mix of amazement and lust. Winter's eyes snapped open, and she stared at Karina with a fiery intensity, her pupils dilated with desire. She nodded, her mouth a perfect O of pleasure as she felt the cock inside her hit just the right spot.

But the night was far from over. As the men grew bolder, one of them approached Karina from behind, his cock standing tall and slick with precum. She felt a sudden pressure against her tight asshole, and she knew what was about to happen. She braced herself as he pushed inside, the sensation of being stretched open sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she adjusted to the intrusion. It was painful at first, but she quickly grew accustomed to the feeling, her body opening up to the new sensation.

Winter watched, her eyes glued to the sight of her friend's face contorted in pleasure. She had always been curious about anal, and now she knew she had to experience it for herself. She whispered to the man behind her, "Please, I want it too," her voice barely above a breath.

The man grinned, his teeth gleaming in the candlelight as he positioned his cock at her entrance. Winter felt the same pressure building, the same delicious anticipation as he pushed into her ass. It burned at first, but she knew she could take it. After all, she was made of stronger stuff than most. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming, and she moaned as he began to move in time with the others.

Karina's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. The feeling of two cocks inside her was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The pain melded with pleasure, creating a symphony of sensation that had her entire body trembling. She could feel the men's muscles flexing, their hips pistoning as they drove into her, and she knew she was in for the ride of her life.

Winter's own moans grew louder as she too was filled with cock, the sensation of being double penetrated sending her over the edge. Her body was a taut bowstring, ready to snap with the tension of unbridled lust. The men took no mercy, their strokes becoming more erratic and forceful.

As Karina's moans grew louder, another man stepped forward, his cock bobbing eagerly before her. He didn't bother with words, simply grabbing her chin and guiding his shaft into her open mouth. She took it with surprising ease, the feeling of fullness overwhelming as she was sandwiched between two thick cocks. The taste of him mixed with the salty tang of her own desire, and she couldn't help but moan around the new intrusion, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through the man fucking her.

Winter, not to be outdone, spread her legs wider, inviting the next man to fill her mouth as well. He didn't hesitate, pushing his cock deep down her throat, making her eyes water. She choked and gagged, but the feeling of being so completely used was exhilarating. Her body was a playground for these men, and she had never felt more alive.

The men took turns, filling every hole with their thick, pulsing members. Karina felt another cock at her entrance, the tip of it probing at her already-stuffed pussy. She looked up at the man, her eyes pleading, but all she saw was a look of primal hunger. He didn't need an invitation. With a grunt, he pushed inside her, the added pressure making her eyes roll back in her head.

The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent her spiraling into an endless abyss of ecstasy. Winter could feel the same happening to her, the third cock stretching her tight pussy until she thought she might split in two. But she didn't stop, she didn't protest. This was what she had always craved, what she had never admitted to herself. To be used, to be filled, to be the center of attention for so many men.

Their moans grew louder, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the penthouse. The men grunted and growled, their bodies moving in a primal dance of lust. Karina could feel her orgasm building, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter. And when it hit, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her body spasmed, her pussy contracting around the cocks inside her, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Winter's orgasm followed quickly, her body trembling as she felt the warmth of the man's cum filling her ass. She swallowed the load in her mouth, her eyes never leaving Karina's. The two of them were in a world of their own, a place where only pleasure existed. They had transcended any semblance of reality, lost in a haze of lust and desire.

And then, as if by some silent command, they all came together. The men's bodies tensed, their cocks pulsing as they filled Karina and Winter with their hot seed. The room was filled with the scent of sex, the air thick with the musk of desire. The two idols lay there, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their shared climax, their eyes locked in a silent promise of more to come.

The night stretched out before them, a canvas of endless possibility. They had only just begun to explore the depths of their desires, and already they were insatiable. The men, spent but still eager, pulled out, their cocks glistening with the girls' juices. Karina and Winter lay there, their bodies sticky with cum, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew that this was just the beginning.

Their breaths coming in ragged gasps, they looked into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. This was a night they would never forget, a night that would change the very fabric of their friendship. They had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. But as they lay there, their bodies entwined and their hearts racing, they knew that they had found something special, something that would bind them together forever.

But even as their bodies grew slick with sweat and cum, the two idols knew that the night was far from over. They had only just begun to explore the depths of their desires, and already they were insatiable. The men around them were eager, their cocks still hard and demanding. And so, with a grin that was part challenge and part invitation, Karina turned to Winter and said, "Ready for round two?"

Winter's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. The two of them lay back, legs spread wide, as the men lined up again. The sixth man stepped forward, his cock already at attention. Karina took his length in her mouth, her eyes watering with the effort as she tried to deep-throat him. Winter watched with envy, her own mouth watering as she felt the ache in her jaw from the first round. But she knew she could handle it—she had to.

The man behind Karina didn't waste any time, pushing his cock back into her ass, filling her up once more. She groaned around the shaft in her mouth, the sensation of being so full making her pussy clench around the cock that was still lodged deep inside her. Meanwhile, Winter felt another man enter her pussy, his thickness stretching her out even further. She could feel the wetness of the previous man's cum mixing with her own juices, making it easier for him to slide in.

And then it began again. The men took turns, fucking them with a passion that was almost violent in its intensity. Karina's moans grew muffled as the cock in her mouth worked its way down her throat, and she had to fight not to gag. Winter, on the other hand, was a vision of pure wantonness, her mouth full and her pussy and ass being pounded in a relentless rhythm that had her screaming for more.

The feeling of being so completely used was intoxicating, a high that neither of them had ever experienced before. They had become the embodiment of desire, the living, breathing representation of every dark fantasy they had ever had. And as the men took them again and again, their bodies pushed to the brink of endurance, they reveled in it, each orgasm more powerful than the last.

The room was a blur of motion, a kaleidoscope of limbs and cocks. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh a constant symphony of passion. Karina felt herself begin to lose control, her body a vessel for the men's lust. Winter's eyes were glazed with pleasure, her moans a constant soundtrack to the debauchery that played out before her.

The man in Karina's mouth was the first to reach his climax, his hips jerking as he unloaded his hot, sticky cum down her throat. She swallowed it greedily, her eyes watering as she took it all in, eager for more. The sensation of his cock pulsing in her mouth was almost too much, but she didn't dare pull away. She was a goddess, and she would take every drop of their adoration.

Winter's mouth was equally full, the man groaning in pleasure as he emptied himself into her. She swallowed with a gulp, the taste of his seed mixing with the sweetness of the champagne they had been sipping earlier. The feeling of his cock sliding out of her mouth was almost a disappointment, but she knew the night was still young.

Karina's voice was hoarse from screaming, her throat raw from the constant abuse, but she didn't care. The feeling of the cock in her pussy and ass was a symphony of pleasure that she never wanted to end. "Ahh, don't stop," she begged, her hips bucking wildly as the men pounded into her. The one in her pussy was hitting just the right spot, making her orgasm build even faster.

Winter could feel the same pressure building in her own body, the cock in her ass hitting her g-spot with every thrust. "Ahh, yes," she panted, her voice high and breathy. "It's so big, so perfect."

The men took their cue from the girls' cries of pleasure, moving faster and harder, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. They were like animals in heat, driven by the primal need to claim their prize. And Karina and Winter were more than willing to let themselves be claimed, their bodies begging for more.

The man in Karina's ass was the next to cum, his hot load filling her up until she thought she might burst. She felt it trickle out around his shaft, the sticky warmth of it adding to the depraved scene before her. Winter watched with hungry eyes, feeling the same pressure building in her own ass, the cock inside her pulsing with the promise of release.

And then it happened. The man in her ass pulled out, and she felt the warmth of his cum spurt out of her, painting her thighs with white streaks. The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of being so utterly used sending her over the edge. She screamed, her body shaking as she came harder than she ever had before.

"I liked it when my pussy and ass was destroyed by that cock," Winter panted, her voice thick with satisfaction. Karina nodded in agreement, her eyes glazed with lust. "Yeah, it's so fucking long," she managed to say, her voice a low growl of desire. "It can reach so deep, I can feel it bulging under my stomach."

The two friends shared a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms. The men looked on, their own lust-filled gazes taking in the sight of the two idols, their bodies painted in sweat and cum. They knew that they had been a part of something special, something that would be remembered for a long time to come.

The night stretched out before them, a promise of more debauchery and more pleasure. Karina and Winter were insatiable, their desires only growing with each passing moment. They looked into each other's eyes, the fire of lust burning brighter than ever. "We should do this more often," Karina whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Winter nodded, a wicked smile playing across her lips. "Definitely," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "But next time, let's invite the rest of the group. I think they'd enjoy this as much as we do."

The idea of sharing their newfound passion with the other members of aespa was intoxicating. They had always been close, but this was a bond that went beyond friendship, beyond anything they had ever experienced before. It was a bond forged in the fires of desire, one that would never be broken.

The two idols lay there, panting and spent, their bodies a testament to the night's carnage. The men pulled out, their cocks still hard and gleaming with the girls' juices. Karina looked up at them, her eyes glazed with lust, and whispered, "Again?"

The remaining men, their cocks standing tall and proud, stepped forward eagerly. They had watched the first round with rapt attention, waiting for their turn to claim their share of the divine offerings. Now, it was their chance to taste the sweetness of the idols' flesh. There is only eight men left.

"What are you guys doing?" Karina panted, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of their arousal. "Why only four men?" she questioned, her voice a sultry tease. Winter's eyes glinted with excitement at the thought of what was to come, her own body still trembling from the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

The men chuckled darkly, their gazes hungry as they approached the two idols. "You'll know soon," one of them murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Karina's spine. The anticipation grew as the remaining four men knelt before them, two cocks pointing at each of their pussies. The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing, the tension palpable as the two friends watched, their eyes wide with excitement and a hint of trepidation.

As the first one cock pushed into them, Karina and Winter gasped in unison, their eyes meeting as they felt the unyielding pressure. "Ahh, it's bulging again," Karina moaned, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure as she adjusted to the size. Winter nodded, her own eyes squeezed shut as she felt the thickness of the cock inside her, stretching her to the limits. "My pussy is getting wrecked,".

But to Karina's surprise, she realized that the cock was not heading for her ass, as she had anticipated. Instead, it was pushing into her sopping wet pussy, filling her up just as the others had done before.

"No, not in my pussy too," she gasped, her voice a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel the man's cock pushing against her already swollen pussy lips, stretching them even further.

"Ahh, your pussy can take it," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. But the look in his eyes was anything but gentle. There was a hunger there, a need to claim her completely, to make her scream his name.

Winter watched as the two cock disappeared into Karina's pussy, her eyes going wide with shock and fear. She had never seen anything so big, so powerful, so... overwhelming.

"No, don't do that to me," she panted, her voice trembling with the weight of her own desires. "My pussy is so small, it can't take two of those monsters at once."

The men only chuckled, their strokes growing more urgent, more demanding. They didn't care about her protests; they only cared about filling her up, about making her scream. And as the second cock began to push into her already-stuffed pussy, she realized that she didn't care either.

"Ahh, so hurts," Winter whimpered, her voice high and breathy. The feeling of being so full was almost too much to bear, but she couldn't deny the delicious ache it brought. She felt the man at her ass push deeper, his cock stretching her to the brink of pain, and she knew she was going to come again. "It's so big, my pussy stretch to 7 inches."

The men took no heed of their cries, driven only by their own carnality. They fucked the two idols with a ferocity that was almost animalistic, their hips slapping against their asses as they claimed them fully. Karina felt her body give way to the relentless pounding, her pussy and ass stretched to accommodate the thick cocks inside her. "I can't take it," she panted, even as she pushed back, begging for more.

Winter's own moans grew louder as she too was filled with cock, the sensation of being so completely dominated sending her spiraling into another orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body shaking with the force of it. "It's too much," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their frenzied coupling.

Karina's pussy clenched around the two cocks inside her, the feeling of being so full sending waves of pleasure through her body. She watched in amazement as Winter's pussy was stretched to accommodate the two men, the sight of her friend's pleasure only increasing her own desire. "Fuck me harder," she screamed, her voice a hoarse wail of need.

The men took her command to heart, their strokes becoming more forceful, their hips slamming into her with a brutal rhythm that had her body jolting with each thrust. She could feel their cocks rubbing against each other, the friction sending sparks of sensation through her. "It's so tight," one of them groaned, his voice thick with lust.

Winter watched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal as she felt the two cocks inside her as well. The feeling of being so full was almost too much, but she couldn't help the way her body responded. Her pussy clenched around them, her muscles rippling with the effort to accommodate the massive intrusion. "Fuck," she whispered, the word barely leaving her lips as she felt another orgasm building.

The man in her pussy pulled out slightly, then pushed back in, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her toes curl. "Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

"Yeah," Winter panted, the word escaping her as a breathless moan. "It's so good, stretching my pussy to the limit." The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before—the pressure was almost unbearable, but the pleasure it brought was addictive.

The men took their words as a challenge, their strokes becoming more powerful, more demanding. Karina could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure in her pussy growing until she thought she might burst. "Is so full," she gasped, her voice tight with the effort to speak. "My squirt can't escape because there is no more room."

Winter nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the same sensation in her own body. Her stomach was indeed bulging with the girth of the cocks inside her, the sight of it a testament to the depravity of the moment. "It's so... much," she managed to get out, her voice a high-pitched whine of pleasure.

The men took no mercy, fucking them harder and faster, their bodies moving in a symphony of lust and power. Karina's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm, her pussy clamping down around the two thick shafts. "Ahh, I'm gonna...," she gasped, unable to finish her sentence.

And then, as if on cue, the man in her pussy pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. She felt the pressure building, her body begging for release. The man in her ass took one last, deep stroke before pulling out as well, his cock spurting cum across her ass cheeks. And with that, Karina's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her pussy releasing a torrent of squirt that soaked the bed beneath them.

Winter watched in amazement as Karina's squirt gushed out, the force of it almost comical in its intensity. But she had no time to laugh, as the man in her own ass pulled out and sprayed his cum across her back, the hot liquid making her shiver with pleasure. The cock in her pussy followed suit, filling her up until she too was on the brink of release.

"Now," the man whispered, his voice a dark promise. He pushed back in, the pressure of the two cocks inside her pussy too much to bear. She felt herself let go, her squirt spurting out like a fountain, mixing with the cum that filled her. It was a messy, sloppy affair, but neither of them cared. They were lost in a world of pure sensation, their bodies nothing but vessels for the men's pleasure.

The remaining men took their cue, their cocks sliding in and out of the two idols with a wet, sloppy sound that filled the room. Karina felt the pressure build again, her body responding to the relentless pounding. "Again," she begged, her voice a desperate plea for more.

Winter's own orgasm was a thing of beauty, her body arching off the bed as she screamed out her release. Her pussy clenched around the two cocks, the sensation making her squirt even more. She looked over at Karina, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared ecstasy.

The men grunted and groaned, their bodies tight with the effort of holding back their own climaxes. But the sight of the two idols, their bodies soaking wet with their own juices and cum, was too much to resist. One by one, they pulled out, their cocks pulsing as they painted the girls' bodies with their seed.

And as the last man came, Karina felt herself being filled once more, the warmth of his cum mixing with the mess already inside her. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "So much...," she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper.

Winter's eyes were glazed with lust, her chest heaving as she too felt the warmth of cum filling her up. They had never experienced anything so depraved, so beautifully carnally satisfying. The two friends looked at each other, a new understanding passing between them.

The men stepped back, their cocks still hard and gleaming with the girls' juices. "Thank you," one of them murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You two are truly amazing."

Karina and Winter couldn't help but smile, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms. They had found something that went beyond friendship, beyond love, beyond anything they had ever known. They had found a place where they could be free, where they could embrace their desires without judgment. And as they lay there, their bodies spent and their minds racing with thoughts of what was to come, they knew that this was only the beginning of their journey into the dark, delicious world of unbridled lust.

The four remaining men, their cocks still hard and gleaming, stepped closer to the bed, their eyes filled with hunger and admiration for the two idols before them. Karina felt a thrill run through her as she watched them, their bodies tight with anticipation. "Ready?" one of them asked, and she nodded, her heart racing.

Winter took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Karina's as the first two men positioned themselves at her friend's ass. The sight was almost too much to take, the thought of being filled by two such massive cocks making her own pussy clench with need. But she knew that she could do it, that she wanted to do it. "Now," she whispered, her voice a sultry invitation.

The men didn't waste any time, pushing their cocks into Karina's ass in a smooth, practiced motion. She cried out, the pain sharp and intense, but it only served to heighten the pleasure. She could feel herself stretching around them, the sensation of being so completely filled unlike anything she had ever experienced before. "Oh, fuck," she gasped, her voice a ragged moan of pleasure.

Winter watched, her own ass already being prepared by the remaining two men. She could feel the cold lube being applied, the sensation making her shiver. "You're going to love this," one of them murmured, his voice a low growl of desire. "We're going to fill you up so good."

And with that, the two men pushed into her ass, their cocks stretching her even wider than before. The pain was exquisite, the feeling of being so full making her eyes roll back in her head. She could feel Karina's eyes on her, the connection between them stronger than ever as they shared this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

The men began to move, their hips thrusting in unison as they claimed their prize. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slaps of skin against skin. "Fuck, your asses are so tight," one of them groaned, his voice a testament to the intensity of their shared experience.

Karina's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the two cocks inside her move, their strokes becoming more deliberate, more demanding. She knew that she was going to come again, that she was going to shatter into a million pieces beneath their relentless pounding. "I can't...," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.

Winter's own orgasm was building, the feeling of being so completely filled making her pussy throb with need. "It's so good," she whispered, her voice a breathless sigh. "I never knew it could feel like this."

The men took their cue from her words, their strokes growing more urgent. They didn't stop to let them catch their breath, didn't give them a moment's reprieve. They were insatiable, their cocks moving in a blur as they pounded into them with a ferocity that was almost frightening.

Karina felt her body begin to spasm, her pussy clenching around nothing as the two cocks in her ass worked their magic. The feeling of emptiness in her pussy only served to drive her closer to the edge, her body begging for release. "Fuck, yes," she panted, her voice a mix of desperation and need. "Keep going, please, I need it."

Winter's own pussy was a mess of cum and juices, her squirt flowing freely as she was pounded from behind. She could feel the men's cocks stretching her ass, the pressure building until she thought she might pass out from pleasure. "It's so...," she managed to get out, her voice trailing off as she lost herself in the sensation.

The men took her words as a challenge, their strokes growing even more forceful. They fucked them with an intensity that was almost brutal, their eyes never leaving the girls' faces as they watched every twitch, every gasp of pleasure. "You like that?" one of them growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like being our little sluts?"

The question was rhetorical, the answer clear in the way their bodies responded. Karina felt herself begin to climax again, her pussy convulsing with the need for something—anything—inside her. "Yes," she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. "I love it, I love being your slut."

Winter's own orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body shaking as she felt the two cocks inside her reach their peak. She could feel the hot spurts of cum filling her up, the sensation making her pussy clench even more. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea for release.

And then, as if in response to her silent prayer, the man at her pussy pulled out, his cock swollen and red with need. He positioned himself at her entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he pushed into her, the feeling of fullness making her eyes roll back in her head. "Yes," she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Yes, fuck me, please."

The two men in her ass didn't miss a beat, their cocks pounding into her with a ferocity that was almost painful. But the pain was a sweet agony, one that only served to heighten the pleasure that was building within her. Her pussy clenched around the new intrusion, her squirt mixing with the cum that was already flowing freely.

Karina watched with wide eyes as Winter's pussy squirted again and again, the sight making her own need grow even stronger. She felt the two cocks inside her begin to pulse, the men on the brink of their own climaxes. "Do it," she begged, her voice a ragged whisper. "I want to feel you come inside me."

The men didn't need any more encouragement. With one last, powerful thrust, they both emptied themselves into her, their cum mixing with her own juices in a sticky mess. She felt herself come again, her pussy spasming around the two thick shafts as she screamed their names.

As the last of the men pulled out, their bodies spent and exhausted, the two idols collapsed onto the bed, their breathing ragged and their eyes glazed with satisfaction. They were covered in cum, their bodies sticky and slick with the evidence of their carnality. "That was... amazing," Karina murmured, her voice still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Winter nodded, her own voice equally affected. "Yeah," she panted. "Better than I ever imagined."

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound the harsh breathing of the men as they caught their breath. And then, one by one, they began to speak, their voices filled with awe and admiration. "You two are... incredible," one of them murmured, his eyes never leaving their bodies. "Thank you."

Karina couldn't help but smile, the pain and pleasure of the evening still coursing through her veins. "It's our pleasure," she said, her voice a low purr. Winter nodded in agreement, her eyes hooded and filled with a hunger that hadn't yet been sated.

The men took their words to heart, and the party continued, moving from room to room as they explored every inch of the penthouse. They were insatiable, their cocks hard and demanding as they took the two idols in every conceivable position. Karina and Winter were pushed to their limits, their bodies stretched and filled in ways they had never imagined. They begged for mercy, their voices hoarse and desperate, but the men were relentless.

In the kitchen, they were bent over the counter, their asses in the air as the men took turns filling their pussies and asses. The cold marble pressed into their skin, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. The smell of sex mingled with the faint scent of food, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma that only served to drive them wilder. They screamed and squirted, their bodies shaking as they were used and abused.

The bathroom was next, the mirrors steaming up as the men took them one by one, their cocks sliding in and out of their tight, wet holes. They watched their reflection, the sight of their own pleasure reflected back at them, making it even more intense. They touched themselves, their fingers sliding through the cum and juices that covered their bodies, their eyes never leaving the men who owned them for the night.

The hallway was a frenzied blur of limbs and flesh, the two friends pressed against the wall as the men fucked them from behind. They could feel the coolness of the paint on their skin, their bodies sliding against it as they were pounded into oblivion. It was a depraved, animalistic scene, and yet they couldn't get enough. The men's hands gripped their hips, their fingers digging in as they pulled them back onto their cocks, the sound of their slapping skin echoing through the hallway.

"Please," Karina begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I can't take it anymore."

Winter nodded in agreement, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself being stretched to the breaking point. "It's too much," she gasped. "My pussy is going to tear apart."

But the men only chuckled, their voices dark with lust. "You'll be fine," one of them assured them. "We'll stop 6 am."

They didn't bother to dress, their naked bodies a testament to their wanton need. The group stumbled out of the penthouse, the corridor echoing with their moans and the slap of skin against skin. The cool air of the hallway was a shock to their overheated bodies, but it did nothing to dampen their arousal. They were wild animals in heat, and nothing could stop them.

The elevator was too small, too confining, so they made their way to the emergency stairwell. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the concrete walls, mingling with their cries of pleasure. The man who had taken Karina's pussy earlier bent her over the railing, her ass high in the air as he plunged into her with a ferocity that had her squirting almost immediately. The others watched, stroking themselves, as they waited for their turn.

The stairwell was a whirlwind of passion, each step a new stage for their depraved performance. They fucked in front of the emergency exit door, the red glow of the exit sign casting an eerie light on their sweat-slicked bodies. Winter felt a thrill of fear mingle with her pleasure as she watched the door, her heart racing at the thought of being caught. But the corridor remained blissfully empty, their cries of ecstasy unheard by any but themselves.

Their luck held as they made it to the ground floor, the elevator passing them by without incident. The lobby was quiet, the night staff too busy to notice the group of sweaty, cum-covered figures that stumbled past the reception desk. The men had their pick of the women, taking them against the wall, on the couch, even on the grand piano that stood in the corner.

And through it all, Karina and Winter's friendship grew stronger, bound by the shared experience of their darkest desires. They whispered to each other, their eyes meeting in moments of pain and pleasure, their bodies moving in a silent symphony of lust. It was a night they would never forget, a night that would change their lives forever.

The men's grunts and the wet slaps of skin grew louder, bouncing off the walls of the stairwell as they neared the ground floor. They were wild, animalistic, driven by a primal need to claim and conquer. And the two idols were more than willing participants, their bodies responding to every touch, every thrust, every demand.

On the final landing before the lobby, they paused, their chests heaving with exertion. Karina's legs were shaking, her pussy soaked with cum and her own squirt. Winter looked up at her, her face a mask of need, her eyes begging for more. The men took this as a challenge, their cocks growing harder at the sight of their vulnerability.

They took them again, this time with a newfound aggression. The man who had filled Karina's pussy pushed her to her knees, his cock still slick from her juices. "Suck me clean," he ordered, and she eagerly complied, her mouth engulfing him to the hilt. The taste of cum and sweat mingled on her tongue, a heady cocktail of pleasure and submission.

Winter was bent over the railing again, her ass high in the air as another man took her from behind. She could feel the precum leaking from his cock, the anticipation of his release making her pussy clench with need. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, make me come."

The man didn't need any further encouragement, his cock plunging into her with a force that had her crying out. He fucked her hard, his hand reaching around to rub her clit as she squirted once more, her juices spilling onto the floor below.

The group stumbled into the lobby, their breathing ragged and their eyes glazed. They were a spectacle, a testament to the power of desire, but the night staff remained blissfully unaware. The idols' shyness had been shattered, replaced by a fierce hunger that only the men could satisfy.

They made their way outside, the cool night air kissing their skin as they sought out new places to continue their debauchery. The alley behind the hotel was their next playground, the shadows hiding them from prying eyes as the men took them against the rough brick wall. Karina felt the coolness of the wall against her back, the stark contrast to the heat of the men's bodies driving her wild.

Winter was pushed to her knees, her mouth open wide as one of the men filled her with his thick cock. She gagged and choked, her eyes watering as she tried to take all of him. But she was a good student, her body adapting to the intrusion, her mouth working him like a pro.

And as the night went on, the two friends grew bolder, their inhibitions shed like a second skin. They took the men's cocks in every hole, their bodies writhing in ecstasy as they were used and filled. The squirt that had once been a source of embarrassment was now a badge of honor, a symbol of their newfound freedom.

The streets were empty, the city a silent witness to their depravity. They didn't care who saw them, didn't care what people would think. All that mattered was the pleasure, the connection, the feeling of being truly alive. They were no longer just idols, no longer just friends. They were sexual beings, free to explore the darkest depths of their desires.

As the sun began to rise, their bodies spent and their minds racing with memories of the night, they stumbled back to the penthouse. The mess they had made was a testament to the intensity of their encounter, a physical manifestation of their shared lust.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sticky with cum and sweat. The men lay beside them, their chests heaving with the aftermath of their exertion. "Thank you," Karina murmured, her voice hoarse but filled with genuine gratitude. "Thank you for giving us this night."

Winter nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you," she echoed. "Thank you for making us feel so... alive."

The men didn't respond with words, but their actions spoke louder than any could. They picked the exhausted girls up, their cocks still hard and demanding. The idols' legs wrapped around their waists, their bodies boneless with fatigue, but the men didn't seem to notice. They carried them through the penthouse, their cocks still buried deep inside them, the squirt from their overstimulated pussies dribbling down their thighs and onto the floor.

The journey to the elevator was a blur, their cries of pleasure mixing with their begging for mercy. The elevator was too small, but the men didn't stop, the doors closing on them with a ding as they continued to pound away. The girls' pussies were stretched to their limits, their squirt soaking everything around them, leaving a trail from the penthouse to the rooftop.

The cool night air hit them like a slap in the face as they emerged onto the rooftop, but it did nothing to dull their desire. The city lights twinkled like stars around them, a backdrop to their depraved heaven. The men didn't waste any time, laying them down on the cold concrete, their bodies trembling with the anticipation of what was to come.

"Please," Karina gasped, her voice a desperate whine. "I can't take any more."

But the men were insatiable, their lust for the two idols unquenchable. They took them again, their strokes deep and punishing, their bodies moving in a dance of pure carnality. The sound of their moans filled the air, mingling with the distant hum of the city.

Winter's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being pushed to the edge once more. "I'm... I'm gonna...," she moaned, her voice trailing off as her pussy clenched around the thick cock inside her.

And then, as if in slow motion, she felt the warmth of her orgasm wash over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. The man pulled out, his cock spurting cum onto her stomach. Karina watched, her own need growing even stronger, as another man took his place, his cock sliding into her ass without hesitation.

The night continued in a haze of pleasure and pain, the two idols pushed to their limits and beyond. They squirted and begged, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their climaxes. But the men didn't stop, their hunger insatiable as they claimed the girls' bodies again and again.

Karina's pussy felt like it was on fire, stretched to its limits and yet she couldn't get enough. "Please," she gasped, her voice a desperate whine. "My pussy is going to tear apart."

Winter's body was a wreck, her pussy clenching and releasing in a never-ending cycle of pleasure. "I can't stop squirting," she managed to get out between gasps. "It's too much."

But the men were relentless, their cocks pounding into them with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. They didn't care about their cries for mercy, only the sweet release that came with each powerful thrust.

The rooftop was a minefield of wet spots, a testament to the endless flow of juices that the girls had produced. They were a mess, their bodies sticky with cum and sweat, but the men were unfazed. They moved from one position to the next, their cocks never leaving the warm, tight embrace of the idols' pussies.

Karina felt her body give in, the pain and pleasure becoming one as she lost herself in the moment. "I'm so tired," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut as another orgasm ripped through her.

Winter nodded in agreement, her body a tapestry of sensation. "But we can't stop," she panted, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and excitement. "We're theirs."

The men didn't stop, their hips pumping in a relentless rhythm. Karina's pussy was a sopping mess, her squirt mixing with the cum and sweat that coated the floor. "Ahh," she gasped as another wave of pleasure hit her. "I can feel it everywhere."

The men's grunts grew louder, their strokes more erratic as they approached their own climaxes. Winter felt her pussy tighten around the cock inside her, her body begging for release. "Fuck me," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "I need to come again."

The man in her ass pulled out, his cock slick with cum and her juices. He stepped aside, allowing another to take his place. "You want this?" he asked, his voice low and filled with lust. "You want to come on my cock?"

Winter nodded frantically, her eyes glazed with need. "Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, please."

The new man slammed into her, his cock hitting all the right spots. She felt herself start to squirt again, her body betraying her in the most delicious way. "Ahh, so much," she gasped, her voice filled with pain and pleasure. "It's too much."

Karina's pussy was on fire, the feeling of fullness almost unbearable. She watched as Winter was taken, her body jerking with each powerful thrust. The sight of her friend's pleasure pushed her closer to the edge, her pussy clenching around the cock inside her. "Ahh, I'm going to come," she moaned, her voice a raw scream of ecstasy.

The men didn't let up, their hips moving in a blur as they brought the girls to the brink of insanity. The rooftop was a symphony of wet, slapping sounds, a cacophony of desire. The city lights twinkled below, indifferent to the depraved scene playing out above them.

Winter felt the warmth of the man's cum fill her up, his seed mixing with her squirt. She collapsed onto the concrete, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Karina followed soon after, her pussy spasming around the thick cock that filled her, her squirt painting the man's abs.

The men pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum and squirt. They didn't speak, their eyes never leaving the girls' trembling forms. And as they watched, the idols began to squirt once more, their bodies betraying them in the most delicious way. The men didn't hesitate, plunging back into their warm, wet pussies, eager to feel that sweet release again.

The city was a blur of lights behind them, a backdrop to their passion. They didn't care who might be watching, didn't care about the mess they were making. All that mattered was the feeling of the men's cocks inside them, the sweet agony of being used and filled.

The night stretched on, a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain. Their bodies were pushed to their limits, but they never once considered stopping. They were in a world of their own making, a place where their desires were the only law. And as the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Their friendship had been irrevocably changed, the bonds of friendship replaced by something darker, something more primal. They were no longer just Karina and Winter, two idols sharing a secret. They were sex goddesses, creatures of the night who craved the feel of a man's cock more than anything else.

The men took them until they couldn't take any more, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of countless orgasms. And when it was finally over, when the last drop of cum had been spilled and the last whimper of pleasure had been wrung from their lips, they lay there, panting and spent, their bodies a mess of sweat and cum.

But even as they lay there, the embers of desire still burned within them. They knew that this was just the beginning, that the night had only just started to reveal the depths of their desires. And as the sun rose over the city, they knew that they would never be able to go back to the way things were before.

Their eyes met, a silent promise passing between them. They would continue to explore these dark, uncharted waters, together. The world of aespa would never be the same again, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

The rooftop was their playground, a place where their most carnivorous desires could come to life. And as they watched the sunrise, their bodies still quivering with the aftermath of pleasure, they knew that this was just the start of a journey that would take them to places they never thought they'd dare to go.

The girls' eyes remained shut, the weight of exhaustion too great to lift. They lay on the rooftop floor, sticky with a blend of their own juices and the men's cum. Their limbs were leaden, their muscles no longer willing to cooperate. Each shallow breath they took was a silent testament to the intensity of their encounter.

Without a word, the men lifted them once again. Karina felt the cool grip of a hand on her ankle, the gentle tug as she was lifted from the floor. Winter's body was similarly manhandled, the men's strength surprisingly gentle despite their earlier ferocity. They stumbled back into the penthouse, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. The idols' swollen clits were tender, pulsing with the aftermath of countless orgasms, and each step sent a fresh wave of painful pleasure through their bodies.

The walk to the penthouse was a blur of sensation, the men's hands playing with their sensitive flesh as if they were delicate instruments. Each brush of a thumb against their clits had them squirming and gasping, their legs shaking uncontrollably. They were powerless to stop the flow of juices that dribbled from their pussies, leaving a wet trail on the plush carpet. Their breathing was heavy, their bodies trembling as the men teased them, keeping them on the edge of another climax.

The door to the penthouse clicked shut behind them, the soft light of the suite a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the rooftop. Karina and Winter were placed on the bed, their legs spread wide as the men took their time to admire their handiwork. The idols' chests rose and fell in unison, their hearts racing from the sheer overstimulation. They were too tired to speak, their only response the occasional whimper that escaped their lips as their clits were massaged.

One by one, the men stepped forward, their fingers sliding into the girls' swollen pussies for one last taste. Their bodies reacting to the familiar touch despite their exhaustion. Each man took a moment to appreciate the tight, wet warmth that had been their playground all night, their thumbs circling the sensitive nubs above.

Karina's eyes snapped open, her mouth forming an 'O' of surprise and pleasure. The sudden pressure on her clit sent her spiraling into another orgasm, her body bucking and twitching on the bed. Her pussy spasmed, releasing a torrent of squirt that soaked the sheets beneath her. She gasped for air, her body trembling with the sheer intensity of the sensation.

Winter's eyes flew open as well, her own pussy reacting to the sudden rush of pleasure that washed over her. She felt the warmth of Karina's squirt spray across her stomach, the sensation making her own orgasm even more powerful. Her legs clamped around the man's waist, her nails digging into his skin as she rode the wave of pleasure.

The men watched in awe as the two idols came together, their bodies speaking a language of desire that transcended words. Their eyes were glued to the sight of the squirt shooting from Karina's pussy, a testament to their shared experience. They had pushed the girls to their breaking points and beyond, and yet here they were, still craving more.

With a grin that spoke volumes, one of the men leaned down, his tongue snaking out to catch a droplet of squirt. The salty taste of Karina's pleasure filled his mouth, a flavor that seemed to ignite a fire within him. The other men followed suit, their tongues lapping at the mess they had made. The sound of their slurps and moans filled the room, a symphony of carnality that was music to the girls' ears.

Their eyes remained closed, lost in the aftermath of their orgasms. The feel of the men's tongues on their sensitive skin was almost too much, a sensation that had them trembling with the promise of another climax. Winter felt a mouth close around her clit, the suction so intense she thought she might pass out.

Karina's body was a wreck, but the feeling of the man's tongue in her pussy had her squirting once again. Her hips bucked, her legs shaking as she was pushed over the edge. The warmth of her squirt sprayed the sheets, soaking the man's face. He didn't pull away, instead lapping it up eagerly, savoring the taste of her.

Winter felt the same intense pressure building within her, the man's mouth on her clit sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers, the muscles clenching as she approached climax. And then, with a cry that was equal parts pleasure and pain, she squirted again, her body spasming as the orgasm ripped through her.

The men took a step back, their cocks finally spent. They looked at each other, a silent nod passing between them. They had pushed the girls to the brink, had seen them squirt and come more times than they could count.

Karina's eyes were wide and white, her pupils blown with pleasure. Her mouth hung open, a silent scream trapped inside her throat. Her legs were spread so wide, her pussy and ass gaping obscenely. The cum flowed out of her in a steady stream, a river of white that painted the bed beneath her.

Winter lay beside her, equally ravished. Her body quivered, her eyes rolled back in her head, showing only the white of her sclera. Her mouth was a perfect 'O', her tongue lolling out as if in a state of perpetual orgasm. The men's cum trickled from her pussy and ass, a reminder of the unimaginable fullness she had just experienced.

Their legs were splayed wide open, muscles too weak to hold any semblance of modesty. The sight of their gaping pussies and assholes, both coated in a thick layer of cum, was almost surreal. The men had stretched them to their limits, and now they lay there, utterly spent, their bodies a canvas of lust and desire.

One of the men stepped forward, his phone in hand. He paused for a moment, admiring the artistry of their spent forms. Then, with a smirk that was both predatory and satisfied, he began to snap photos. The flashes illuminated the room, capturing every intimate detail of the scene. The idols' faces were a mix of agony and ecstasy, their eyes glazed over with the aftermath of their countless orgasms.

Karina felt the coldness of the air against her exposed pussy, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She was too tired to protest, too lost in the haze of pleasure to do anything but lie there and accept whatever came next. Winter's body trembled beside her, each flash of the camera's light highlighting the sweat that glistened on her skin.

The man took photo after photo, capturing every intimate detail of their spent forms. The images would serve as a memento of the night, a secret that would bind them together in a way nothing else could. They were no longer just members of aespa; they were participants in an unspeakable ritual that had claimed them body and soul.

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