#...in such a soft plush outfit as if made for hugs...

[evenyvn]

Where My Hands Belongs

Idol!Seonghwa x Touchy!GN!reader

summary : In the quiet moments before his performance, Seonghwa finds comfort in your touch as you run your hands gently over his skin, nestled in his lap. Despite the countdown to showtime, he indulges in the softness of your affection, pulling you closer, kissing you all over, and holding you like you're his grounding peace before the storm of the stage.

cw : gender neutral reader, sfw but slightly suggestive, established relationship, alot of kisses, non-sexual touching, really self-indulgent because i really wanted to dozed off while rubbing hwa’s tummy 😞

sorry for being inactive, i've been in a deep writer block lately so all of my series will be on hold for a while, but seonghwa's too delicious for me to not write anything about him in that white shirt.

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The low hum of distant stage crew and the muffled thump of bass from rehearsal of other groups filled the air, but inside Seonghwa’s private dressing room, it was still. Calm. The kind of calm that only existed in moments like this, right before the world roared to life outside the doors.

Seonghwa was seated on the plush couch, outfit already fitted to perfection for the upcoming performance. The white tee he wore clung in all the right places, the slightly cropped material hugging his frame delicately, revealing the skin just enough to tempt your wandering hands as you curled up beside him, were in your usual spot, practically draped over him like you always ended up.

Your hands was tracing slow, idle shapes along his exposed skin, up from his arm, down to his wrist, back up again to the curve of his neck. He didn’t flinch. He never did. Seonghwa had long grown used to your touchy ways. In fact, he found them endearing, addicting even.

He glanced down at you, eyes heavy-lidded with affection, mouth curling into a soft smirk. "You’re doing that thing again."

"What thing?" you asked, voice muffled as your nose nuzzled under his chin, hiding the grin on your face as you inhaled his fresh and clean scent.

"The thing like you were trying to memorize my skin," he teased, arm wrapping around your frame.

You scoffed lightheartedly as your fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, spreading warmth across his stomach as you giggled softly. "Maybe I am," you hummed, "but you’re not stopping me."

"And why would I?" Seonghwa tilted his head, letting your hands roam. Then, almost suddenly, he gripped your waist and pulling you fully into his lap, your legs straddling him with practiced ease. "If it makes you this all giggly and adorable… you can touch me all day."

His fingers found your jaw gently, tilting your face up so your eyes met his dark ones. His gaze burned with a quiet sort of devotion, the kind that made your chest ache in the sweetest way possible.

Then he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and then both of your cheeks, then another to your nose, your jaw, your neck. soft, slow, unhurried as he savored the feeling of your warm skin under his lips. Between each kiss, he’d whisper things, barely audible, like a lullaby meant only for you.

"I like when you’re like this…" a kiss was placed behind your ear.

"You’re too cute when you laugh like that…" another one on your neck making you let out soft sounds.

"Mine. All mine." he said as he trailed his lips up to your jawline before sighing contently.

Your hands, ever curious- running higher under his shirt, feeling his ribs, the slight hitch in his breath when your fingertips brushed over a ticklish spot. You giggled again, resting your forehead against his. "You’re letting me get away with everything."

"I always do," he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. then properly, fully, he finally kissed you on the lips like he was carving the moment into time, as if he'd forget the feeling, and the taste of your lips if he even dare to stop for a second.

You smiled into the kiss, hands still caressing the warmth of his skin. "That’s dangerous. I might've taken advantage of you, Hwa" He chuckled, deep and fond, holding you tighter. "Then I guess I'll be in danger."

There was no rush. No urgency. Just soft touches, endless kisses, and skin against skin. The world could fall apart around you and it wouldn’t matter. Because in that room, you were exactly where you belonged.

In his lap.

In his arms.

Touching every inch of the man you adored.

And being adored just as much in return.

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XLH in DFQC`s plush hug | She, who needs warmth and he, who always will do it for her with a pleasure

[jupiterpilgrim]

Right to Use

Wonyoung x Seulgi x Irene x Ningning x Male Reader

word count: 11K

commissioned fic

The airport is chaos. Fans scream, flashbulbs pop, bodies press against barriers, and you’re the immovable force that keeps Wonyoung and the rest of IVE untouchable. Your black suit stretches over your frame, custom-tailored to accommodate your towering height and sheer size. Even your presence alone is enough to make people think twice about stepping out of line. But today, none of that really matters because Wonyoung, fresh off a tour, is the epicenter of it all, and you're not even sure she realizes how effortlessly she commands attention.

She’s dressed in a deceptively casual outfit that still looks like it was made to drive people insane. A cropped hoodie, pale pink, with the hem cut just above her slim waist, showing off the flawless skin of her toned stomach. High-waisted, ripped skinny jeans hug her legs, emphasizing the length and subtle curve of her thighs. On her feet, white sneakers—clean, of course. Wonyoung doesn’t do anything halfway, not even casualwear. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the airport lights like silk. Sunglasses cover most of her face, but not the smirk playing on her lips, subtle enough for everyone but you to miss.

The other members follow close behind, but the crowd noise isn’t quite the same for them. Wonyoung, as usual, owns the moment. She’s radiant, untouchable. But then, of course, her attention cuts through the chaos and lands on you. She doesn’t even need to say a word. A flick of her wrist, a sly grin—you know she’s up to something.

The group splits into vehicles after the airport chaos. The plan, as always, is to keep things orderly. Most of the group piles into a sleek black van, a fortress of tinted glass and soundproof insulation. Wonyoung is supposed to ride in her private car, a glossy white Benz with plush leather interiors, a driver at the ready. You’re assigned to the main group, of course, although your priority is actually Wonyoung, you have to pretend in front of the cameras that your work is dedicated to the whole group. But as you move toward your designated car, her voice—clear, sweet, unmistakably commanding—cuts through the air.

“Oppa. Come here.”

She’s leaning against the door of her Benz, her sunglasses lowered just enough to reveal her big, doll-like eyes. They flicker with mischief.

You hesitate. Rules are rules, and being in the same vehicle with her is pushing boundaries that you’re not supposed to cross, even for someone like her. “Ms. Jang,” you start, but she cuts you off with a tilt of her head and a raised eyebrow.

“Do I have to repeat myself?”

The way she says it isn’t loud, but it’s got that edge, that bratty little tone that says she knows exactly how much control she has over you—and she enjoys it.

Reluctantly, you move toward her car, sliding into the front passenger seat as the door shuts behind you. The air inside the vehicle feels different the moment you’re in it, charged, almost electric. The driver glances at you in the rearview mirror but doesn’t say anything; he knows better.

Wonyoung sits in the backseat, legs crossed, her phone in her lap. She doesn’t say much at first, just glances at you every so often, her lips curled into the smallest of smiles. You can feel her eyes on you, even when you’re not looking. It’s unnerving, the way she toys with you without even saying a word.

The city blurs by outside, neon signs and skyscrapers flashing through the tinted windows. She stretches her legs out lazily, her sneakers brushing against the back of your seat. “You’re quiet,” she says finally, her voice soft but teasing. “Something on your mind?”

“No,” you reply quickly, but you don’t look back at her. You can feel her smirking again.

“You’re a bad liar, oppa.”

The rest of the ride is tense, her presence looming behind you like a shadow. You’ve worked for her long enough to know when she’s scheming something, and tonight she’s practically radiating trouble. By the time you arrive at her apartment building, you’re desperate to put some distance between the two of you.

The car rolls to a stop in the underground garage, and you open the door, stepping out quickly. “Goodnight, Ms. Jang,” you say, keeping your tone professional.

But before you can turn to leave, you feel her hand on your arm. Her grip is surprisingly firm for someone so delicate-looking.

“Come inside,” she says, her voice low but insistent.

You glance around, paranoid that someone might see the two of you together. “Ms. Jang, I don’t think that’s—”

“I wasn’t asking,” she interrupts, her eyes locking onto yours. There’s no room for argument in her tone.

“Someone might see us,” you hiss, still trying to keep some semblance of professionalism.

“And? Let them,” she says with a shrug. Her fingers curl around your wrist, and she tugs you toward the elevator. Her strength isn’t enough to move you, not really, but the way she looks at you—like she’s daring you to disobey—makes your resolve falter.

The elevator ride is silent, the tension between you growing thicker with every floor you ascend. She stands close to you, closer than she needs to, her arm brushing against yours. You can smell her perfume, something floral and expensive, and it only adds to the strange energy buzzing in the air.

When the elevator doors slide open, she steps out first, her sneakers making soft thuds against the polished floor. She doesn’t look back to see if you’re following—she knows you are.

Inside the penthouse, the apartment is exactly what you’d expect: sleek, modern, and outrageously expensive. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city, the lights twinkling like a sea of stars. She kicks off her sneakers near the door and pads barefoot across the marble floor, leaving you standing awkwardly near the entrance.

“You can relax, you know,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at you. “It’s just us.”

“That’s kind of the problem,” you mutter under your breath, but she hears you.

She laughs—a soft, melodic sound that somehow makes you even more uneasy. “You’re funny, oppa.”

She moves to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. As she drinks, her eyes stay on you, the corners of her mouth twitching like she’s trying not to smile. You can tell she’s enjoying this—making you squirm, testing your limits.

“Go take a shower,” she says.

You hesitate, standing there like an idiot, unsure if you’re supposed to argue or just do as you’re told. Before you can decide, she sets the water bottle down with a soft clink and starts walking toward you. Her bare feet make no sound on the polished floor.

She stops just inches away, close enough that you can see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath.

“Why are you so tense?” she asks, her voice soft but laced with that familiar teasing edge. Her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing lightly against your chest, the touch so light it’s almost maddening.

You swallow hard, your throat dry. “I’m not—”

“Liar,” she interrupts, her lips curling into that bratty smirk you know too well. Her hand lingers, her fingertips tracing a slow, deliberate line down your sternum. “Relax, oppa. It’s just us.”

Just us.

Like that makes it any less overwhelming.

—

The steaming water cascades over your shoulders, washing away the tension from the chaotic day. You’d followed Wonyoung’s orders begrudgingly—obedience had become second nature—but something about her tone earlier, that little twist of mischief in her voice, left you uneasy.

The faint sound of a door opening makes you freeze mid-rinse. You tilt your head, water streaming down your face, straining to hear. Voices. Feminine, light laughter filtering through the penthouse. It’s not just Wonyoung’s voice.

You turn off the shower, tension coiling in your gut. "Just us." Yeah, you should have known she was lying. Your eyes dart to the bathroom corner, where your clothes are neatly laid out—your suit jacket, shirt, tie, underwear and pants. You grab the white button-down shirt first, the fabric still slightly damp from the steam, and quickly pull it on, leaving it unbuttoned at the top. The underwear comes next, and then finally the pants. You step into them hastily, not bothering with the belt as you fasten the button and zipper.

You adjust the shirt, the damp fabric clinging to your skin, then you take a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom. The tension in your chest doesn’t ease, but you push it down, bracing yourself for whatever—or whoever—is waiting for you outside.

The moment you round the corner into the living room, you stop dead in your tracks.

Sitting on Wonyoung’s couch, perched like queens on a throne, are three women you’d recognize anywhere. Ning Yizhuo, Irene Bae, and Kang Seulgi.

You’ve seen them before, of course—on stages, on magazine covers, in advertisements plastered across half of Seoul.

They’re not dressed like idols here. Ning wears a skin-tight black crop top that shows off her toned stomach, paired with the shortest pair of denim shorts you’ve ever seen. Irene is in a silky red slip dress that hugs her curves and ends scandalously high on her thighs, the thin straps showing off her delicate shoulders. Seulgi leans back lazily in a sleek leather skirt and a sheer white blouse, the lacy black bra underneath making no effort to hide itself.

And they’re all staring at you.

For a moment, no one speaks. Ning is the first to break the silence, her dark eyes raking over you before she whistles low. “Wow. You weren’t kidding, Wonyoung. He’s massive.”

Irene tilts her head slightly, her lips curving into a small, intrigued smile. “He looks even taller in person.”

Seulgi arches an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over you appraisingly. “And broader.”

Wonyoung, sitting cross-legged in an oversized chair to the side, looks thoroughly pleased with herself. She’s still in her airport outfit, but now her hoodie is off, leaving her in just the cropped tank top beneath. Her bare midriff gleams under the soft light, and her legs are folded neatly beneath her, the picture of bratty satisfaction.

“I told you, didn’t I?” she says, her tone dripping with pride. “Oppa’s huge. Almost 6 feet 7 inches tall. Taller than anyone else on staff. Stronger, too.”

The way she says it, casual and deliberate, makes your stomach tighten. The girls aren’t just looking at you—they’re devouring you with their eyes. Hungry doesn’t even begin to cover it.

You clear your throat, trying to ignore the heat crawling up your neck. “What’s going on here?” you ask, your voice firm but cautious.

Wonyoung smiles innocently, though there’s nothing innocent about the way her fingers drum against the arm of her chair. “I told the girls about you,” she says simply.

“Told them what?”

“That my parents hired you as my personal bodyguard and that you must fulfill every one of my wishes. In other words, I've told them that you're mine.” she replies, her tone playful but undeniably possessive. “But I don’t mind sharing. Sometimes.”

Irene’s smile widens slightly, and she leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “You’re hers, huh?” she says, her voice smooth and teasing. “That explains a lot.”

“Like what?” you snap.

“Like why she kept talking about how we had to meet you,” Ning chimes in. She crosses her legs, one foot swinging idly in the air as her eyes trace the line of your shoulders down to your chest. “I thought she was exaggerating. But now I get it.”

Seulgi smirks, leaning back into the couch with a casual grace. “So, what’s the plan, Wonyoung? I'm quite excited.”

Wonyoung’s grin turns wicked. She leans back in her chair, her head tilting to one side as she regards you with a glint in her eye. “Tonight,” she says, “we’re going to have fun. We'll use and abuse my hot beefcake."

Your instincts scream at you to leave, to shut this down before it spirals into something you can’t control. But Wonyoung is watching you, her expression daring you to refuse her. She’s always been good at getting what she wants, and tonight, it’s clear she’s not taking no for an answer.

Wonyoung doesn’t waste a second. “Alright, let’s go,” she says with a casual authority, waving the others toward the bedroom. She strides past you, but not before delivering a sharp slap to your ass.

“Keep up, oppa,” she teases, her tone dripping with mockery.

Behind her, the other girls burst into laughter, their voices mingling in a chorus of amusement and anticipation. Ning hides her smile behind her hand, Irene smirks knowingly, and Seulgi outright grins.

You trail behind them, heart hammering in your chest as the tension in the air thickens with every step. They lead you to Wonyoung’s bedroom—a sprawling, luxurious space dominated by an enormous bed with plush white linens. Soft, golden light spills from a modern chandelier above, casting everything in a warm glow.

Wonyoung sits you down on the edge of the bed, her hands firm on your shoulders as she climbs into your lap. Her weight is featherlight, but the way she looks at you—her lips curling into a bratty smile, her dark eyes glittering with mischief—feels impossibly heavy.

“Alright, girls,” she says, turning her head slightly to address the others. “You can get started.”

There’s no hesitation. Irene is the first to move, her hands reaching for the thin straps of her dress. The silky fabric slides down her shoulders and pools at her feet, revealing delicate lace lingerie that clings to her petite frame. She moves with practiced grace, her confidence radiating from every step she takes closer to you.

Seulgi is next, unbuttoning her sheer blouse with quick, eager fingers. Her bra—simple but black and striking—contrasts beautifully with her smooth skin. Her leather skirt follows, dropping to reveal toned legs and a curve to her hips that makes your mouth dry.

Ning hesitates, her fingers toying nervously with the hem of her crop top. She glances at Wonyoung, who gives her a reassuring smile, before finally pulling it off. Her shorts follow shortly after, leaving her in pastel underwear that’s almost as shy as her expression. But there’s a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, a quiet hunger that draws her closer, step by step.

You sit frozen at first, unsure of how to react, but your body betrays you. As the girls strip, you feel your cock stir to life, growing harder with each layer of clothing that hits the floor.

Wonyoung notices immediately. Her lips curve into a satisfied smirk, and she shifts slightly on your lap, her hips brushing against the bulge straining in your pants. “Enjoying the show, oppa?” she asks, her tone teasing but unmistakably smug.

You hesitate, the words catching in your throat, but finally, you nod. “…Yeah.”

She laughs softly, leaning in until her lips are inches from yours. “Good. Because tonight, we’re going to use you until we’re satisfied.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and before you can respond, her mouth captures yours in a kiss. Her lips are soft but demanding, and she tastes faintly of sweet lip balm and something darker, more intoxicating.

As Wonyoung deepens the kiss, you feel hands on your shoulders, your chest, your arms. The other girls are closing in, their fingers exploring your muscles, tracing the lines of your skin like they can’t believe you’re real.

Irene’s touch is the most deliberate, her fingers trailing over your chest with an almost clinical precision, like she’s cataloging every ridge and dip. Seulgi’s hands are bolder, sliding over your biceps and squeezing as she lets out a low whistle. “Holy shit,” she murmurs. “How are you this big?”

Ning is more hesitant, her fingers brushing lightly over your forearm before retreating, only to return moments later, bolder each time. She doesn’t say anything, but the way her eyes dart over you betrays her curiosity.

Wonyoung shifts on your lap again, grinding against you just enough to make you groan softly into her mouth. She pulls back, her lips glossy and swollen, and looks down between the two of you, where your cock is straining painfully against your pants.

Her grin widens. “Looks like oppa’s ready for the real fun to start.”

She stands, slipping off your lap with a grace that leaves you breathless, and gestures for the other girls to gather around. They drop to their knees without a word, their eyes fixed on you with a mix of hunger and anticipation.

Wonyoung steps between them, her hands deftly moving to the button of your pants. She looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something far darker. “Let’s see what you’re working with.”

Wonyoung doesn’t hesitate, her fingers deftly working at the waistband of your pants, she tugs the fabric down over your hips with an unhurried precision, the smooth motion somehow making the moment feel even more intense.

When the material pools around your ankles, you’re left standing there in nothing but your underwear. The girls’ eyes drop immediately, zeroing in on the absurd bulge pressing against the thin, strained fabric.

“Holy shit,” Seulgi breathes out first, her voice almost a whisper. Her dark eyes are wide, and she leans forward slightly, like she’s trying to get a better angle.

“That’s insane,” Ning mutters, her jaw practically hanging open. She bites her bottom lip, eyes darting from Wonyoung to your crotch as though needing confirmation that this isn’t some kind of elaborate joke.

Irene, ever composed, lifts an eyebrow and tilts her head, her gaze locked on the outline of your cock. A small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she murmurs, “Wonyoung, you didn’t tell us it was this impressive.”

Wonyoung doesn’t bother hiding her pride. Her lips curl into a smug, bratty grin as she looks up at you from her kneeling position. “Oh, I told you,” she says, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “You just didn’t believe me.”

Her fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, her touch light but deliberate. She pauses for a split second, letting the anticipation build before pulling them down slowly, like she’s unwrapping the world’s most tempting gift.

And then, it’s out.

The room goes utterly silent, save for the faint rustling of fabric as Wonyoung tosses your underwear aside along with your pants. The girls are frozen, their eyes glued to your cock as it springs free, standing tall and impossibly hard. Thick veins trace its length, accentuating the sheer size of it, and the head is already glistening faintly with precum.

“Jesus Christ,” Ning finally manages to choke out, her voice full of awe and disbelief.

Seulgi doesn’t even try to hide her reaction, letting out a low whistle as her gaze sweeps over you. “No wonder she’s been keeping you all to herself. That’s… I don’t even have words.”

“A little above 12 inches,” Wonyoung says smugly, standing and brushing her hair over her shoulder. “Told you it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen.”

“Biggest doesn’t even cover it,” Irene murmurs, her voice soft but tinged with something darker. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, and there’s an undeniable hunger in her gaze. “It’s perfect.”

Ning reaches out first, her fingers hovering hesitantly over your cock before finally brushing against it. The light, experimental touch sends a shiver up your spine, and you can’t help but let out a soft grunt.

“It’s so warm,” she says, more to herself than anyone else, her hand slowly wrapping around the base.

Irene moves in next, her movements slower but no less curious. She places her hand just above Ning’s, her touch more confident as she gently squeezes the shaft. “How do you even handle this, Wonyoung?” she asks, her tone equal parts amazed and envious.

Wonyoung just laughs, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest as she watches them. “It’s not easy, but I manage. I think practice makes perfect.”

Seulgi joins in, her fingers sliding up to the head. She swirls her thumb over the slick tip, collecting a bead of precum, and smirks as she examines it. “Practice makes perfect, huh? You’re damn lucky is what you are.”

“Damn right I am,” Wonyoung replies, her voice full of pride.

The girls take their time exploring you, their hands moving up and down your cock in slow, deliberate motions as they share it between them. Ning’s grip is firm but hesitant, her strokes experimental as though she’s still trying to wrap her head around the sheer size of you. Irene’s touch is more measured, her fingers tracing the veins with almost clinical precision. Seulgi, meanwhile, is bold and playful, her grip tightening slightly as she strokes you with a confidence that leaves your knees feeling weak.

Wonyoung watches it all with a satisfied smirk, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. “See what I mean?” she says, her tone smug. “I told you he’s perfect.”

“You weren’t kidding,” Ning says, her voice breathless as she gives you another experimental stroke. “This is… I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“None of us have,” Irene murmurs, her voice low as she tightens her grip slightly. Her gaze flicks up to yours, and for a moment, it feels like she’s staring straight into your soul. “Wonyoung, you weren’t lying. You’re incredibly lucky.”

“I know,” Wonyoung replies, her smirk widening.

Seulgi leans in closer, her breath warm against your skin as she runs her tongue along the length of your shaft. The sudden contact makes you groan, and she grins up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And now you’re sharing him with us?” she asks Wonyoung, her tone teasing.

“Just for tonight,” Wonyoung says with a shrug, though the playful glint in her eye suggests she’s enjoying this far more than she’s letting on.

Seulgi chuckles, her lips brushing against your cock as she speaks. “Generous of you.”

The three of them work together in perfect, almost synchronized harmony. Ning focuses on the base, her small hands struggling to wrap around you as she strokes you slowly. Irene takes the middle, her movements deliberate and teasing, while Seulgi lavishes attention on the head, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip before taking you into her mouth.

Wonyoung finally steps forward, brushing past the others to claim her spot. “Alright, girls, don’t forget who he belongs to,” she says.

The moment Wonyoung takes your cock in her mouth, the entire mood of the room shifts. Her lips wrap around you with a confidence that borders on arrogance, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard on the head, the warmth of her tongue swirling around it. She doesn’t even flinch at the sheer girth—if anything, she looks pleased, her doll-like eyes flicking up to meet yours with that same bratty.

But it’s not just her anymore. The other girls are right there, hands and mouths eager as they scramble to share whatever they can.

“Damn,” Seulgi mutters under her breath as she wraps a hand around your shaft, just beneath where Wonyoung’s lips are working. “Even with all of us, there’s still so much left.” Her tone is laced with awe, and she strokes the exposed length slowly, her fingers barely meeting as they encircle you.

“You’re telling me,” Ning chimes in, her voice muffled as she leans in to kiss and lick along the base of your cock. She presses her lips against the thick veins, her tongue darting out to trace them experimentally. “I can’t believe this thing’s real.”

Wonyoung pulls back briefly, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to your cock as she catches her breath. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking up at you before glancing over at the others. “You should see him when he’s cumming,” she says, her voice dripping with pride. “It’s insane. He’s like a fucking fountain. You’ll see for yourselves soon enough.”

Her words make Irene pause, her elegant features flushed with heat as she runs her hand slowly along the shaft. “A lot, huh?” she murmurs, almost to herself. Her thumb brushes over the tip, smearing the slick precum that’s already leaking from you. “I can’t even imagine.”

“You won’t have to,” Wonyoung replies, her smirk widening as she moves lower, her lips brushing against your heavy, swollen balls.

The shift in her attention catches you off guard. She cradles your balls in her hands, her thumbs kneading the sensitive skin as she presses gentle kisses against them. Her lips are soft, almost reverent, but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrays her true intentions. “God, oppa,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. “You’re so full. I bet you’ve been saving it all for me, haven’t you?”

Before you can respond, she opens her mouth wider, taking one of your balls into her mouth. The warmth and wetness make your knees buckle slightly, and you let out a deep groan as she sucks on it gently, her tongue swirling around it.

“Fuck,” Seulgi breathes out, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. “She’s not kidding. They’re huge.”

“They’re heavy, too,” Wonyoung says after releasing you with a wet pop, her voice smug as she cradles them in her hand. “You wouldn’t believe how much he can shoot.”

Ning lets out a quiet, breathless laugh, her eyes darting between your cock and Wonyoung’s hands. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this jealous of anyone in my life,” she mutters, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and arousal.

“Then stop talking and help,” Wonyoung says, her tone playful but commanding as she gives your balls one last lick before moving back to your shaft.

The girls obey without hesitation. Ning leans in first, her lips wrapping around the head as she tries to take you deeper. She chokes almost immediately, her throat constricting around the sheer size of you, but she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she presses forward, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she forces herself to swallow more.

“Easy,” Irene murmurs, placing a steadying hand on Ning’s shoulder. She’s kneeling beside her, her lips pressing against the exposed length just beneath where Ning’s mouth is working. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Ning gasps, pulling back just enough to catch her breath before diving back in. “I want it all.”

Her determination is clear, but even with her best efforts, she barely manages to take half of you before gagging again. The sound is lewd and wet, and drool begins to drip from the corners of her mouth, pooling at the base of your cock.

“Damn,” Seulgi says again, her voice tinged with admiration as she watches Ning struggle. “You’re really going for it, huh?”

“Of course she is,” Wonyoung says with a smirk. She reaches out, grabbing the base of your cock and guiding it away from Ning’s mouth. “But let’s not hog him, okay?”

She directs your cock toward Seulgi, who wastes no time. Her lips part, and she takes you into her mouth with surprising ease. But even she can’t handle your full length. She gets about halfway down before her throat tightens, and she has to pull back, coughing slightly.

“Shit,” she mutters, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing is heavy as she looks up at you. “That’s… That’s insane. How do you even fit this thing in anyone?”

Wonyoung laughs, her tone dripping with smugness. “It’s not easy,” she says, her hand stroking your cock lazily. “But once you get used to it… God, it’s worth it.”

The girls take turns, each of them eager to test their limits. Irene is the most graceful, her movements deliberate and controlled as she takes you into her mouth. But even she can’t swallow more than half before pulling back, her lips red and swollen as she gasps for air. Ning and Seulgi are less composed, their eyes watering and spit dripping down their chins as they choke and gag around your cock.

Through it all, Wonyoung keeps her focus on your balls. Her hands massage them gently, her thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against the sensitive skin. Occasionally, she leans in to press soft kisses against them, her tongue darting out to lick along the seam.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, oppa?” she says, her voice low and teasing as she looks up at you. “Having all of us drooling over your cock?”

You can’t help but let out a low, guttural groan in response.

Wonyoung’s lips curl into a sly grin as she looks around the room, her voice soft but commanding. “Alright, girls,” she says, running her fingers through her long, dark hair as she starts peeling off her tank top. “I think it’s about time we head to bed.”

She tosses the cropped fabric aside, revealing the full curve of her breasts beneath a lacy black bra. Her movements are slow, deliberate, as she unfastens her jeans and lets them slide down her impossibly long legs. She steps out of them with practiced grace, standing there in nothing but her matching bra and panties, the delicate material clinging to her hips like it was custom-made for her.

The other girls watch with barely contained excitement, their eyes flicking between Wonyoung and you, anticipation thick in the air. Wonyoung meets your gaze, her hands reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. The straps slide down her shoulders, and the bra falls away, revealing her flawless, perky breasts. She’s all confidence and control, completely in her element as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushes them down, leaving her bare before you.

“So,” she says, her tone playful as she turns to the other girls. “Who wants to go first?”

“I do,” Ning blurts out immediately, her cheeks flushing as she realizes how eager she sounds.

“No way,” Seulgi interjects with a grin, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

Irene doesn’t say anything, but the way she shifts in place, her thighs pressing together, makes it clear that she’s just as ready as the others.

Wonyoung laughs softly, her bratty smile lighting up her face as she turns to you. “Well, oppa,” she says, stepping closer to you and running her fingers lightly down your chest. “Looks like you’re going to have to decide.”

You glance between the three of them, your heart pounding as they all look at you expectantly. Finally, your gaze lands on Irene. She’s sitting there, quiet but clearly eager, her delicate hands resting on her knees as she looks up at you with those piercing, almond-shaped eyes.

“Irene,” you say, your voice firm but gentle.

Her lips part slightly, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as she nods and stands. The other girls groan in disappointment, but they don’t argue, instead settling on either side of the bed to watch. Ning takes a spot on Irene’s left, while Seulgi perches on her right, both of them leaning forward eagerly.

Irene steps closer to you, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches behind her to unhook her bra. The straps fall away, revealing her small, perfectly shaped breasts, the pale skin almost glowing under the soft light of the room. Her nipples are pink and already hard, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

You guide her onto the bed, her body soft and warm beneath your hands as she lies back against the pillows. She’s still wearing her panties, a delicate lace pair that clings to her hips, but the outline of her arousal is already visible through the thin fabric.

You finally take off your shirt before kneeling between her legs, your hands sliding up her thighs as you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties. Irene lifts her hips slightly, allowing you to pull them down and toss them aside. The sight of her pussy makes your breath hitch—soft pink lips glistening with arousal, a neat triangle of pubic hair above them, perfectly groomed but natural.

“Beautiful,” you murmur.

Irene’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and she bites her bottom lip, her hands clutching the sheets beneath her. “Please,” she says softly, her voice trembling. “Just… go slow, okay?”

“I’ll be careful,” you promise, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her thigh.

Wonyoung is suddenly beside you, her hands roaming over your muscular back before sliding down to your ass. She gives it a firm squeeze, her nails digging lightly into your skin. “You better not keep me waiting too long, oppa,” she whispers, her breath warm against your ear.

You position yourself at Irene’s entrance, the head of your cock brushing against her folds and gathering the slick wetness there. Her body tenses slightly beneath you, and she lets out a soft gasp as you push forward, just the tip slipping inside her.

“Ahh…” Irene’s voice is breathless, her hands gripping the sheets tighter as her body adjusts to your size.

Her pussy is tight, impossibly so, and you take your time, pushing in slowly inch by inch. Each movement draws a new sound from her—a gasp, a moan, a sharp intake of breath—as her walls stretch to accommodate you.

“Fuck,” Seulgi murmurs from the side, her eyes glued to where your cock is disappearing into Irene. “Look at her… She’s taking it so well.”

Ning nods in agreement, her hand drifting up to cup one of Irene’s small breasts. She squeezes it gently, her thumb brushing over the hardened nipple as she leans in to kiss the soft skin there.

Irene arches her back slightly at the attention, a soft whimper escaping her lips as you sink deeper inside her. “It’s… so big,” she gasps, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

“I know,” Wonyoung says smugly, her hands still exploring your body. “That’s why he’s mine.”

You pause for a moment, letting Irene adjust to the feeling of being stretched so completely. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breaths shallow as her body relaxes around you. Slowly, you begin to move again, pulling back slightly before pushing in deeper, each inch making her gasp louder.

“God,” Irene moans, her head falling back against the pillows as her legs wrap loosely around your hips. “You’re… you’re so deep…”

Ning and Seulgi continue to tease her, their hands roaming over her body as they kiss and lick at her sensitive skin. Ning focuses on her breasts, her lips wrapping around one nipple while her fingers pinch the other. Seulgi trails kisses down Irene’s neck, her teeth grazing lightly against the pale skin.

“Keep going,” Wonyoung whispers, her voice full of anticipation as she watches you. Her fingers dig into your ass again, urging you forward. “She can take it.”

You press forward until you’re half inside her, the tight heat of her pussy gripping you like a vice. Irene lets out a choked cry, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body trembles beneath you.

You lean down, your lips brushing against her ear as you whisper, “You’re so beautiful, Irene.”

Her only response is a broken moan, her eyes fluttering shut as you begin to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust drawing another gasp or moan from her lips. The girls on either side of her watch intently, their hands and mouths never leaving her body as the room fills with the sound of your movements and Irene’s pleasured cries.

And through it all, Wonyoung stays close, her touch constant as she whispers encouragement into your ear, her voice low and teasing. “That’s it, oppa,” she murmurs. “Show her what you can do.”

You thrust slowly, deliberately, only using a little more than half your cock, but even that feels like too much for Irene. Each time you push into her, her walls stretch around you like they’re made for it, molding to your size with a tightness that feels almost unbearable.

Her pussy clenches instinctively with every movement, struggling to take you as her slick heat coats your shaft, making the glide smooth yet impossibly intense. Irene's soft cries fill the room, her fingers gripping the sheets beside her as her body trembles beneath you.

“God,” she gasps, her voice breathless and high-pitched as she turns her head to the side, her dark hair spilling over the pillows. “You’re… you’re splitting me open…”

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, oppa?” Wonyoung’s voice cuts through Irene’s moans, playful and commanding. She’s watching everything, her lips curled into that signature bratty smirk. Without warning, she reaches out and slaps your ass—hard. The sting of it sends a jolt through you, and you grunt in response, your hips pushing forward just a little harder than before.

Irene lets out a sharp moan at the deeper thrust, her body jolting beneath you. “Ahh, fuck…!”

“That’s it,” Wonyoung teases, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Keep going. She can take it.”

Wonyoung moves across the bed with catlike grace, her long legs carrying her to Irene’s side. She climbs onto the bed and straddles Irene’s face, her knees pressing into the pillows as she settles herself over her.

“Open up,” Wonyoung says, her voice soft but commanding as she leans forward, her hands braced on the headboard. Her pussy hovers just above Irene’s lips, glistening and flushed with arousal. “I want to feel that tongue.”

Irene hesitates for only a moment, her eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Then, her lips part, and her tongue darts out tentatively, flicking over Wonyoung’s folds.

“Good girl,” Wonyoung purrs, rocking her hips slightly to press herself against Irene’s mouth. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Irene’s moans become muffled as she does her best to obey, her tongue moving more confidently now as she laps at Wonyoung’s pussy. Her hands move to Wonyoung’s thighs, gripping them tightly as she pulls her closer, her head tilting back slightly to get better access.

You watch the scene unfold, the sight of Wonyoung riding Irene’s face only fueling the heat coursing through your body. You can feel Irene tightening around you even more as she tries to focus on both sensations—the fullness of your cock stretching her and the taste of Wonyoung on her tongue.

“Fuck, oppa,” Wonyoung groans, her voice trembling slightly as she rolls her hips against Irene’s mouth. “She’s so eager. I think she likes it.”

“She does,” you murmur, your voice rough with arousal as you thrust into Irene slowly, each movement drawing a soft whimper from her lips that vibrates against Wonyoung’s pussy.

Ning leans over Irene’s side, her hands roaming over her chest as she kneads and squeezes her small breasts. She leans down, her lips wrapping around one of Irene’s nipples as she sucks gently, her tongue flicking over the hardened peak.

Seulgi takes the other side, her fingers tracing patterns along Irene’s stomach before dipping lower, brushing lightly over where your cock is buried inside her. She doesn’t touch you directly, but her fingers graze the spot where Irene’s pussy stretches around you, her touch teasing and exploratory.

“You’re so tight,” Seulgi murmurs, her voice full of admiration as she watches your cock slide in and out of Irene. “Look at how she’s taking you. It’s… fuck, it’s beautiful.”

Ning lifts her head from Irene’s chest, her lips glistening as she turns to Seulgi. “She’s perfect,” she agrees, her voice soft and breathless. Their eyes meet for a moment, a spark of shared excitement passing between them before Ning leans in and presses her lips to Seulgi’s.

Their kiss is slow and sensual, their tongues moving together as their hands continue to roam over Irene’s trembling body. It’s like they’re lost in their own world, their soft moans mingling with the wet sounds of your cock moving inside Irene and the muffled noises coming from Wonyoung’s pussy.

Irene’s moans grow louder, more frantic, her body arching beneath you as she struggles to keep up with everything happening to her. Her pussy clenches tightly around you, and her hips start to move instinctively, meeting your slow thrusts as if begging for more.

“She’s losing it,” Wonyoung says with a satisfied laugh, her hips grinding down harder against Irene’s mouth. “Keep going, oppa. Make her cum for me.”

You lean down, your hands gripping Irene’s hips firmly as you push into her just a little deeper, making her gasp and cry out beneath you. “You’re doing so well,” you murmur, your voice low and soothing. “Just let go, Irene. I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes flutter open briefly, then, they squeeze shut again as another moan escapes her, muffled by Wonyoung’s pussy pressing harder against her face.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Wonyoung groans, her head falling back as she rocks her hips against Irene’s mouth. “Her tongue feels amazing.”

The room is a haze of heat and moans and wet, lewd sounds. Ning and Seulgi’s hands never stop moving, their fingers teasing and caressing Irene’s body as they kiss each other with an intensity that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

You keep your pace steady, your cock sliding in and out of Irene’s tight, dripping pussy, each thrust stretching her in ways she’s never experienced before. Her body shudders beneath you, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on, oppa,” Wonyoung urges, her voice breathy and teasing as she looks over her shoulder at you. “Make her cum.”

You grip Irene’s hips tighter, your thrusts becoming just a little faster, a little deeper, as you push her closer to the brink. Her body trembles violently beneath you, and her muffled cries reach a fever pitch as her orgasm crashes over her.

Her pussy clenches around you like a vice, her entire body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure ripple through her. Wonyoung moans loudly as well, her movements becoming erratic as Irene’s moans vibrate against her clit, pushing her closer to her own release.

“Fuck, yes,” Wonyoung cries out, her head falling back as she grinds against Irene’s face.

Ning and Seulgi pull away from each other, their eyes fixed on Irene’s writhing form as they continue to stroke and caress her, their hands moving in perfect sync.

You slow your movements, letting Irene ride out her orgasm as her body relaxes beneath you, her chest heaving with each labored breath.

Wonyoung finally lifts herself off Irene’s face, her legs trembling slightly as she moves to sit beside you. “Not bad,” she says with a smirk, her fingers trailing over your arm.

The bed shifts as everyone moves, bodies brushing against each other in a haze of arousal and need. Seulgi wastes no time, standing and sliding her lingerie down her toned body in one smooth motion. Her black bra and matching thong hit the floor, revealing a figure carved by years of dance. Her athletic curves are taut, her thighs strong, her ass round and firm, framed perfectly as she kneels on the bed.

“It’s my turn now,” she says, her voice low and dripping with anticipation. She gets on all fours without hesitation, her back arching to present herself, ass high in the air and legs spread just enough to show her glistening pussy already wet and waiting.

“Damn,” Ning mutters, her eyes glued to Seulgi’s perfect form. She doesn't waste any time and also takes off her own lingerie, sitting directly in front of Seulgi, already spreading her legs to reveal her own slick folds. “Come here,” she adds with a smirk, her voice playful but commanding.

Seulgi doesn’t need to be told twice. She crawls forward on all fours, her face inches from Ning’s pussy. Her lips part as she leans in, her tongue darting out to tease along Ning’s folds before sucking lightly on her clit.

“Fuck,” Ning gasps, her fingers tangling in Seulgi’s hair as she pulls her closer. “That’s good. Just like that.”

Behind them, Wonyoung steps up, her eyes narrowing as she watches Seulgi’s ass sway with each movement. “Look at you,” she says. She reaches out and delivers a sharp slap to Seulgi’s ass, the sound echoing through the room. “You look like such a slut in this position.”

Seulgi moans against Ning’s pussy, the sound muffled but unmistakable. “Maybe I am,” she mumbles, her voice thick with arousal before diving back in, her tongue moving faster as Ning lets out a breathless laugh.

Wonyoung turns to you, her bratty smirk lighting up her face as she gestures toward Seulgi. “Go on, oppa,” she says. “She’s ready for you.”

But before you move, Irene is suddenly beside you, her fingers brushing lightly against your arm. Her lips are swollen, her face flushed, and there’s a softness in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

You lean down, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. There’s a sweetness to it, but underneath that, you can taste the familiar tang of Wonyoung’s pussy, still fresh on Irene’s tongue.

“You okay?” you murmur against her lips, your voice low and filled with concern.

She nods, a small smile tugging at her lips. “More than okay,” she whispers. “A cock never made me cum so fast before.”

The sincerity in her voice makes your chest tighten slightly, but before you can say anything else, she presses another kiss to your lips before stepping back to let you focus on Seulgi.

Your attention shifts to her, the sight of Seulgi’s ass still high in the air, her pussy glistening and inviting. You kneel behind her, one hand gripping her hip as the other guides your cock to her entrance. Her wetness coats the head as you tease her, rubbing up and down her slit, your movements deliberate and slow.

Seulgi whimpers, her hips pressing back against you as she tries to take you inside. “Stop teasing,” she gasps, her voice desperate. “Just put it in already.”

You smirk, leaning over her slightly as you position yourself. “You sure?” you ask, your tone teasing. “I don’t want to break you.”

“Do it,” she snaps, her voice breathy and demanding.

You push forward slowly, the head of your cock slipping inside her tight, wet heat. Seulgi lets out a sharp gasp, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as her body tenses.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “You’re so fucking big…”

Behind you, Wonyoung watches with gleeful satisfaction. She moves closer to Irene, their bodies aligning as she presses a soft kiss to Irene’s lips. The size difference between them is striking—Wonyoung’s long, slender frame towering over Irene’s petite figure, their contrast somehow making the moment even hotter.

Seulgi moans again as you push deeper, each inch of your cock stretching her further. Her pussy grips you tightly, the slick walls trembling around you as she struggles to take more. You pause halfway, letting her adjust as her breaths come in short, shallow gasps.

“You’re doing so well,” you murmur, your hands sliding up her sides to steady her.

She nods, her hair falling in messy waves around her face. “Keep going,” she whispers. “I can take it.”

You push forward again, the slow, deliberate movements drawing a mix of moans and gasps from Seulgi as your cock stretches her inch by inch. The pleasure is etched across her face, her lips parted and her brows furrowed as she rocks her hips back against you, desperate for more.

“Fuck,” Ning moans, watching from her position in front of Seulgi. Her legs are still spread, her pussy glistening as Seulgi continues to lick and suck at her clit. “She’s so good with her mouth. I don’t know how she’s even concentrating.”

“Because she’s a slut,” Wonyoung teases, her voice light and mocking as she pulls Irene closer, their lips meeting in another heated kiss. Her hands roam over Irene’s small frame, her fingers trailing down her sides and cupping her breasts as their tongues intertwine.

The sight only spurs you on, your hips pressing forward until you’re buried fully inside Seulgi. She cries out, her entire body trembling as she clutches the sheets beneath her. “Oh my god,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “You’re… you’re fucking huge. It’s too much…”

“You’re taking it so well,” you murmur, your hands gripping her hips tightly as you begin to move, slow and steady.

Each thrust draws a moan from her lips, the mixture of pain and pleasure etched across her face as her body rocks beneath you. Ning tangles her fingers in Seulgi’s hair, pulling her closer as she grinds against her mouth, her own moans growing louder with each flick of Seulgi’s tongue.

Behind you, Wonyoung and Irene are lost in their own world, their kisses deep and passionate as Wonyoung’s hands explore every inch of Irene’s body. Wonyoung’s long fingers tracing delicate patterns over Irene’s pale skin as their breaths mingle.

The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure—moans, gasps, the wet slap of your cock sliding into Seulgi’s tight pussy. Her body trembles with every thrust, her voice breaking into desperate cries as she tries to meet your movements.

“You love this, don’t you?” you whisper, your voice low and teasing as you lean over her.

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into the sheets. “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop.”

And so you don’t, your pace slow but steady, each movement deliberate as you drive her closer to the edge. Wonyoung’s laughter rings out from beside you, her voice full of satisfaction as she watches Seulgi fall apart beneath you.

“You look so good like this,” Wonyoung murmurs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Keep going, oppa. Slap that slut. Make her scream.”

You do as she says, the sharp crack of your palm against Seulgi’s ass reverberates through the room, the flushed imprint of your hand blooming across her skin. She arches her back with a guttural moan, her hips stuttering backward to meet your next thrust—deeper, harder, the pace unrelenting now. Her pussy clenches like a vice around your cock, slick walls trembling as she struggles to adjust to the brutal rhythm.

“F-fuck!” she chokes out, her voice breaking as you bottom out inside her, the thick base of your shaft stretching her to the limit. Drool drips from her lips onto the sheets below, her face still buried between Ning’s thighs, though her tongue falters, too overwhelmed to keep pace.

Ning giggles breathlessly, her fingers tightening in Seulgi’s hair. “Getting distracted, unnie?” she teases, grinding her hips forward to force Seulgi’s mouth back against her clit. But Seulgi’s response is a muffled whimper, her body jerking as you slap her ass again, the sound sharp and possessive.

“Louder,” Wonyoung demands from across the bed, her voice honeyed and cruel. She’s sprawled beside Irene, their limbs tangled as Irene’s slender fingers work between Wonyoung’s thighs, stroking her pussy with practiced precision. Wonyoung’s head tilts back, her lips parted in a moan, but her eyes stay locked on you—dark, commanding, hungry. “Make her scream. Ruin her.”

You obey, your hips pistoning faster, each thrust punching a ragged cry from Seulgi’s throat. Her knuckles bleach white where she grips the sheets, her ass reddening under the force of your strikes.

“Y-you’re—ah!—splitting me open—” Seulgi gasps, her words dissolving into a shattered moan as you angle your cock upward, grinding against her g-spot with deliberate cruelty. Her thighs quiver, her body taut as a bowstring, but you slow just enough to deny her release, drawing a frustrated sob from her lips.

Irene watches, her breath hitching as Wonyoung arches beneath her touch. “Look at her,” Irene murmurs, her voice husky with arousal. “She’s unraveling.”

Wonyoung’s laugh is low, wicked. “And she’s still not even close.” She grabs Irene’s wrist, guiding her fingers deeper, harder. “Keep going. I want to watch her break first.”

Ning, meanwhile, rocks her hips faster against Seulgi’s mouth, her moans pitching higher. “Come on, unnie,” she taunts, her voice trembling. “You can take it, right?” But Seulgi’s only response is a broken whine, her eyes squeezed shut as you dominate her, her body reduced to a quivering, sweating mess beneath you.

The air reeks of sex and salt, the heat suffocating. You lean over Seulgi’s back, your breath hot against her ear. “You wanted this,” you growl, punctuating the words with another slap, another brutal thrust. “Begging for it like a slut.”

“Yes—” she sobs, her voice raw. “Y-yes, please—!”

Ning cums first, her back arching as she grinds down on Seulgi’s tongue, her cries sharp and sweet. Seulgi tries to focus, her mouth working desperately, but another deep thrust from you shatters her concentration, leaving her gasping, drooling, ruined.

Wonyoung’s smirk is triumphant. “Good girl,” she purrs, though it’s unclear who she’s praising—Seulgi or Ning. Her own hips roll against Irene’s hand, her breath catching. “Now… harder.”

You give Seulgi exactly that.

Seulgi’s entire body locks up like a live wire, back arched so hard it looks like it might snap. “Oppa—I’m—I’m gonna—!” Her scream cracks into a shrill, broken wail as her pussy vises around your cock, clenching in ragged pulses that feel like she’s trying to milk you dry. Tears streak her flushed cheeks, her ass still jolting red from your slaps as she grinds back against you, desperate. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—!”

You drill into her faster, harder, the wet slap of your hips against her ass drowning out her cries. Her thighs tremble, her knees buckling until she’s collapsed onto the bed, face mashed into the sheets. But you don’t stop—not until her screams dissolve into choked, hiccupping sobs, her nails clawing at the mattress. “There it is,” you grunt, feeling her walls flutter wildly, sucking you deeper like she’s trying to claim you. “C’mon, ruin the sheets, princess.”

She cums like a fucking avalanche—back bowing, toes curling, her pussy drowning you in slick as she thrashes. “Ngh—ah! AH!” Her voice shreds raw, every muscle in her body seizing before she goes limp, gasping like she’s been punched.

You rip your cock out just as the first thick ropes of cum surge from your balls, splattering hot across her lower back. It’s not an orgasm—just a relentless leak, your swollen sac emptying itself in messy, pearly streaks that drip down her ass. “Shit,” Seulgi whimpers, twitching as the warmth coats her skin. “S’so… much…”

Wonyoung’s already there, fingers dragging through the mess on Seulgi’s back. She licks her fingertips slowly, eyes locked on yours, that bratty smirk plastered on her face. “So good,” she purrs, before shoving her cum-smeared hand against Irene’s mouth. “Try it.” Irene hesitates, then laps at it obediently, her tongue swirling around Wonyoung’s fingers with a soft, approving hum. “Addicting,” she murmurs, lips glistening.

Ning slowly gets out of bed, biting her lip hard enough to bruise. You catch her eye, patting the chair beside the bed. “C’mere,” you say, voice softer now. “You’re up.”

She freezes, then nods, shaky as a fawn. She climbs into your lap, her thighs bracketing yours. “Slow,” you remind her, hands gripping her hips as she lines herself up. Her pussy glistens, already dripping, but her breath hitches when the head of your cock brushes her entrance. “I-I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” Wonyoung snaps from across the room. “Stop being a baby.”

You shoot her a glare, but Ning’s already sinking down, inch by torturous inch. Her face screws up, tears welling as she bottoms out—halfway, her tight little cunt stretching obscenely around your shaft. “Fuck,” she whimpers, nails digging into your shoulders. “It’s—too much—”

“Breathe,” you murmur, thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re doing good.”

She nods, shaky, her hips trembling as she grinds in tiny circles, trying to adjust. The stretch is written all over her face—pain, fear, but underneath it, want. Her pussy flutters, sucking you deeper like it’s begging for more.

Wonyoung rolls her eyes. “Boring. Just shove her dow—”

“Shut up,” you growl, cutting her off. Ning’s eyes widen, but there’s a flicker of gratitude there before she buries her face in your neck, her breath hot against your skin.

“I… I wanna try,” she whispers, voice trembling.

You nod, hands steady on her hips. “Whenever you’re ready.”

She lifts herself slightly—just an inch—before sinking back down with a sharp gasp. “Ah!” Her thighs shake, her cunt clenching like a fist. “I-I can’t… more—”

“You’re fine,” you reassure her, but she’s already grinding harder, chasing the friction, her moans pitching higher.

Ning’s hips stutter as she grinds down, her tiny cunt swallowing another inch of your cock with a wet squelch. Tears cling to her lashes, her breath hitching in sharp, broken gasps. “H-hurts,” she whines, her fingers digging into your shoulders like she’s clinging to a cliff edge. But her hips don’t stop—small, desperate circles that drag her clit against the base of your shaft, her pussy fluttering like a heartbeat around you.

“You’re doing it,” Seulgi rasps from the bed, sprawled on her back with her legs spread. Wonyoung already has a vibrator in her hands, buzzing against Seulgi's clit, making her jerk and curse. “Fuck—fuck—look at her go, Ning! Take that dick like a good girl—”

Irene moans softly beside her, back arched as Wonyoung takes the vibrator to her pussy in torturous circles over her slit. “So… tight,” Irene murmurs, her usually composed voice fraying. Her eyes stay locked on Ning, watching the way her petite body strains to accommodate you. “You can… ah… handle more, can’t you?”

Wonyoung smirks, but there’s a flicker of something softer in her gaze as she watches Ning struggle. “Ease up, Ning,” she says, her tone less biting than usual. The vibrator dips lower, pressing against Irene’s asshole, drawing a sharp gasp. “You don’t wanna rip, do you?”

Ning shakes her head frantically, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty neck. “N-no—I’m t-trying—” She sinks down another fraction, her cunt stretching obscenely around your girth. A high-pitched whine escapes her lips, her thighs trembling violently. “O-oppa—it’s too big—”

“You’re lying,” Seulgi growls, her hips bucking against the vibrator. “Your pussy’s dripping, you little liar—fuck!” Wonyoung shoves the toy harder against her, silencing her with a choked cry.

You grip Ning’s waist, thumbs brushing the jut of her hipbones. “Breathe,” you murmur, voice rough but steady. “You’re in control. Go slow.”

She nods, sucking in a shaky breath before lifting herself—just an inch—and sinking back down. This time, she takes more, her tight walls squeezing like a fist as she chokes out a sob. “Ah! Ah—!” Her clit grinds against you, the friction wringing a sudden, startled moan from her throat. “F-fuck—!”

“There it is,” Wonyoung mutters, her smirk gentler now. She drags the vibrator back to Irene’s clit, watching Ning’s face crumple with a mix of pain and dawning pleasure. “See? Not so bad, right?”

Ning doesn’t answer, too focused on the brutal stretch, her hips rolling in jerky, unsteady motions. Drool drips from her parted lips as she bottoms out—three-quarters of your cock buried inside her—and freezes, her entire body trembling. “C-can’t,” she whimpers, voice cracking. “I’ll—break—”

“You won’t,” you assure her, hands steadying her hips. “Look at you. Taking it.”

Seulgi laughs breathlessly, her own thighs quivering as the vibrator pushes her closer to the edge again. “C’mon, Ning-ah—beg for it! Tell him you need it—”

“Shut up,” Ning snaps, her brattiness flaring through the tears. But the defiance doesn’t last—your cock shifts inside her, brushing a spot that makes her jolt. “Ah! F-fuck—there—!”

Irene’s breath hitches, her fingers tangling in the sheets. “She’s… close,” she murmurs. Wonyoung’s free hand slides up Irene’s thigh, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her yelp.

“Focus,” Wonyoung chides, but her eyes stay on Ning, watching the way her small body writhes, her cunt glistening around your shaft. “You’re doing good, Ning. Little more.”

Ning sobs, her hips finally finding a rhythm—shallow, frantic bounces that drag her clit against you with every thrust. “O-oppa—please—!” Her voice cracks, her walls fluttering wildly as pleasure starts to overtake the pain. “I—I need—!”

“Need what?” you growl, gripping her hips tighter.

“Y-you—” she chokes out, her face burning crimson. “All of you—please—!”

The room holds its breath as you guide her down—deeper—until her ass meets your thighs, your cock fully sheathed inside her. Ning’s scream is raw, shattered, her nails scratching as she claws at your shoulders. “FULL—!”

Seulgi cackles, half-hysterical, as the vibrator wrings another broken moan from her. “Holy shit—she did it—!”

Wonyoung’s smirk returns, but there’s pride there too. “Told you,” she says, her voice oddly tender. “Now… move.”

Ning does—slow, grinding rolls of her hips that make her whimper with every shift. “S’too much,” she slurs, her voice wrecked. “B-but… good… s’good…”

Irene watches, transfixed, her own hips rolling against the vibrator. “Beautiful,” she breathes, her usual poise crumbling.

Wonyoung leans in, her lips brushing Irene’s ear. “Patience,” she murmurs. “This is just… the start.”

Then, she shoves the vibrator deep into Irene’s pussy with a sharp thrust, making Irene’s back arch off the bed as she lets out a strangled cry. “Fuck—!” Irene’s hands fly to Wonyoung’s wrist, her nails digging in as the toy buzzes relentlessly inside her. Wonyoung’s other hand is already working Seulgi, two fingers plunging into her soaked pussy while her thumb grinds hard against her clit. Seulgi’s head falls back, her moans guttural and raw, her hips bucking wildly against Wonyoung’s hand.

“Fuck her harder,” Wonyoung growls, her eyes locked on you and Ning. “Don’t let her breathe.”

Ning’s still grinding on your lap, her tiny body trembling as she tries to keep up with the rhythm. Her pace is slow, torturous, her cunt clenching around your cock like she’s trying to milk you dry. Her face is flushed, tears streaking her cheeks as she whimpers, “O-oppa—it’s so big—I can’t—”

“You can,” you growl, your hands gripping her hips tighter. “Look at you. Taking it like a fucking slut.”

Ning’s eyes widen, her lips parting in a shocked gasp, but the words seem to ignite something in her. Her hips roll faster, her cunt squeezing around you as she moans, “Y-you feel so good—ah!—I-I can’t—stop—”

But it’s still not enough. The slow, teasing pace is driving you insane, and you can’t take it anymore. Without warning, you stand up, lifting Ning off the chair like she weighs nothing. Her legs instinctively wrap around your waist, her arms clinging to your shoulders as she lets out a startled scream. “O-oppa—!”

The girls freeze for a split second, their eyes widening as they take in the sight. You’re towering over them, your massive frame dwarfing Ning’s petite body. The difference is brutal—you’re almost two meters tall, and Ning barely reaches your chest. Her tiny legs dangle helplessly, her cunt stretched obscenely around your cock as you hold her in the air.

“Holy shit,” Seulgi breathes, her voice trembling with awe. “Look at her—fuck—”

Wonyoung’s smirk is back, her fingers still working Seulgi’s pussy as she watches you with dark, hungry eyes. “Finally,” she purrs, her voice dripping with approval. “Ruin her.”

Your hips snap forward, driving your cock deeper into Ning’s tight, trembling cunt. She lets out a shattered scream, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body jerks violently. “AH! O-OPPA—!”

“That’s it,” Wonyoung hisses, her voice rising with excitement. “Fuck her—make her scream!”

Irene’s moans join the chorus, her hips grinding against the vibrator as she watches you dominate Ning. “God—she’s so small—” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Ruin her—please—”

Seulgi’s not far behind, her thighs quivering as Wonyoung’s fingers work her over. “Fuck—look at her—fuck her harder—!”

Ning’s screams are your fuel, her tiny body bouncing helplessly in your grip as you pound into her. Her cunt is dripping, her walls fluttering wildly as she clings to you, her voice cracking with every thrust. “AH! AH! AH!”

“You like that?” you growl, your voice rough and demanding. “Being used like a fucking toy?”

Ning nods frantically, her face buried in your neck as she sobs, “Y-yes—yes—please—more—!”

Her legs shake violently, her cunt clenching like a vice as she gets closer and closer to the edge. “I’m—I’m gonna cum—!” she screams, her voice raw and broken.

“Do it,” Wonyoung commands, her voice sharp and unyielding. “Cum on his cock—show us—”

Ning's orgasm makes her scream echo throughout the entire room. Her back arches, her entire body locking up as she squirts, her cunt gushing around your cock. The sound is obscene—wet, messy, relentless—as her juices drip down your thighs. “AHHH!” she wails, her voice shattering as her walls milk you, her tiny body convulsing in your grip.

The girls watch in stunned silence, their own moans forgotten as they take in the sight. Even Wonyoung looks momentarily speechless, her fingers stilling inside Seulgi as she stares at Ning’s trembling form.

You can’t hold back anymore. The pressure in your balls is too much, and with a low growl, you release another leak. Thick ropes of cum surge into Ning’s tight, fluttering cunt, filling her to the brim as she whimpers, “O-oppa—s’so hot—ah!”

Ning’s legs give out, her body going limp as you lower her to the ground. She collapses onto the bed, her chest heaving as she stares up at you with dazed, glassy eyes. “T-thank you,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Wonyoung’s smirk returns, her fingers slowly leaving Seulgi's pussy, her other hand turning off the vibrator “Good girl,” she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now it's finally my turn.”

Ning’s trembling legs shift slightly as she scoots higher on the bed, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her thighs part instinctively, her glistening pussy on full display, your cum still leaking out of her. Seulgi doesn’t waste a second. She crawls over, her eyes locked on Ning’s messy cunt, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Let me clean you up, Ning,” Seulgi purrs, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She doesn’t wait for permission, her tongue darting out to lick a long, slow stripe up Ning’s slit. Ning gasps, her back arching off the bed as Seulgi’s tongue swirls around her sensitive clit, lapping up your cum with a lewd suck.

“Ah! S-Seulgi—!” Ning whimpers, her hands flying to Seulgi’s hair, tangling in the dark strands as Seulgi buries her face deeper. “F-fuck—that’s—too much—”

Seulgi pulls back just enough to smirk up at her, her lips glistening. “Too much?” she teases, her breath hot against Ning’s pussy. “You were just screaming for more a second ago.” She dives back in, her tongue plunging into Ning’s tight hole, licking up every drop of cum as Ning writhes beneath her.

The sight is obscene—Ning’s tiny body trembling, her legs spread wide as Seulgi devours her, your cum smeared across her lips. Your cock twitches, still hard and aching, as you watch Seulgi work her over.

Wonyoung clears her throat, her bratty smirk firmly in place as she sprawls out on the bed, her long legs spread invitingly. “Finally,” she drawls, her voice dripping with impatience. “My turn. And don’t hold back, oppa. You know I can take it.”

Irene and Seulgi exchange a glance before moving to either side of Wonyoung, their hands already roaming over her flawless body. Irene leans down, capturing Wonyoung’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, while Seulgi’s mouth latches onto one of Wonyoung’s perky breasts, her tongue swirling around the hardened nipple.

“Fuck,” Wonyoung moans, her head falling back against the pillows as Irene’s hand slips between her thighs, teasing her already wet pussy. “Finally some attention.”

You position yourself between Wonyoung’s legs, your cock throbbing as you line up with her entrance. She’s dripping, her pussy glistening with arousal as she looks up at you with those dark, commanding eyes. “Go on,” she taunts, her voice low and teasing. “Ruin me. I'm not fragile like Ning, the crybaby.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your hips snap forward, driving your cock into her in one brutal thrust. Wonyoung’s back arches, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips as she takes every inch of you. “Fuck—yes—” she moans, her nails digging into the sheets.

You set a rough, relentless pace, your hips slamming into hers with enough force to make the bed shake. Wonyoung’s moans are loud, unrestrained, her bratty facade crumbling as you fuck her senseless. “Harder,” she demands, her voice trembling. “Fucking—harder—”

Irene’s lips trail down Wonyoung’s neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as her fingers pinch and twist Wonyoung’s other nipple. Seulgi's hands slide down her tummy, placing soft kisses.

“God—you’re so tight,” you growl, your hands gripping Wonyoung’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fucking—take it—”

Wonyoung’s head thrashes against the pillows, her moans climbing higher as you pound into her. “Yes—yes—fuck—!”

Ning, still trembling from her own orgasm, watches Wonyoung with wide, mischievous eyes. Her hand reaches for the forgotten vibrator, her fingers curling around it as she flicks it on with a soft buzz. The sound is low but unmistakable, and Wonyoung’s head snaps toward her, her dark eyes narrowing.

“Ning,” Wonyoung growls, her voice sharp and warning. “Don’t you dare—”

But Ning’s already crawling closer, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she presses the vibrator against Wonyoung’s clit. The sudden buzz makes Wonyoung jolt violently, her back arching off the bed as a sharp, guttural scream tears from her throat.

“FUCK!” Wonyoung screams, her body thrashing as the vibrator sends shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Ning—! STOP!”

Irene and Seulgi are quick to react, their hands pinning Wonyoung’s wrists to the bed as she squirms beneath them. Irene’s grip is firm, her nails digging into Wonyoung’s delicate skin as she leans down, her lips brushing against Wonyoung’s ear.

“Hold still,” Irene murmurs, her voice low and commanding. “Take it.”

Seulgi grins, her teeth grazing Wonyoung’s nipple as she adds, “You wanted it rough. Don’t complain now.”

Wonyoung’s screams pitch higher, raw and ragged, as you jackhammer into her, your cock splitting her oversensitive pussy wide. Her thighs quiver, her hips jerking wildly, but Irene and Seulgi’s grip is ironclad—nails digging into her wrists. “S-stop—fuck—I said STOP—!” she shrieks, her bratty bravado crumbling into desperate, tear-soaked pleas.

Ning doesn’t flinch. Her fingers press the buzzing vibrator harder against Wonyoung’s swollen clit, her other hand slapping Wonyoung’s inner thigh. “Make me,” she sneers. “You love this, Wonyoung. Look at your fucking pussy—dripping like a slut.”

Wonyoung’s head thrashes, her back arching off the bed as you slam into her cervix, the slap of your hips against her ass echoing through the room. “N-no—ah! AH!” Her protests dissolve into garbled moans, her cunt clenching around you in violent spasms. “T-too much—plea—SE—”

“Shut up,” you growl. “You begged for this. Take it.”

Irene’s laugh is low, dangerous, as she twists Wonyoung’s nipple sharply. “Crying already? You’re pathetic.”

Seulgi joins in, her teeth sinking into Wonyoung’s shoulder as she purrs, “Scream louder. Let the whole building hear how much of a whore you are.”

Wonyoung’s orgasm detonates without warning. Her body snaps taut, a guttural wail tearing from her throat as her pussy gushes, squirting across the sheets in a filthy, soaking wave. “F-FUCK—I’M CUMMING—STOP—!”

Ning slaps her clit with the vibrator, the buzz cranked to max. “Cum again,” she demands, her voice icy. “Now.”

Wonyoung sobs, her hips bucking uncontrollably as a second orgasm rips through her, her cunt milking your cock in frantic pulses. “AHHH! P-PLEASE—MERCY—!”

“Mercy?” you mock, slamming into her harder, your balls slapping her ass. “You don’t deserve mercy.” You yank your cock out suddenly, leaving her gaping, and drive it back in—upward—the head grinding brutally against her clit.

Wonyoung screeches, her body bowing off the bed, her nails clawing at Irene and Seulgi’s arms. “NO—NO—AH! AH!”

Ning leans in, her lips curling into a vicious smile. “Slut,” she whispers, before spitting in Wonyoung’s face.

The insult tips her over. Wonyoung’s third orgasm is violent—her pussy squirting again, her screams dissolving into choked, hiccupping wails as her body convulses, utterly wrecked. You fuck her through it, your thrusts relentless, until her eyes roll back and she goes limp, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

Irene releases Wonyoung’s wrist to trail a finger through the mess on the sheets. “Look at this,” she murmurs, licking her finger clean with a smirk. “You’re ruined, Wonyoung.”

Seulgi laughs, finally releasing her grip. “Look at her—can’t even speak.”

You pull out with a wet pop, your cock glistening with her cum. Wonyoung’s pussy twitches, still pulsing weakly, as she stares blankly at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths.

Ning drops the vibrator onto Wonyoung’s stomach, her voice sweetly mocking. “Aw, did we break you?”

Wonyoung’s lips part, but all that comes out is a broken whimper. She lies sprawled on the bed, her chest heaving, her body still trembling from the relentless pounding you gave her. Her legs are splayed wide, her pussy glistening and swollen, a mess of cum and slick dripping down her thighs. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted as she tries to catch her breath. You stand over her, your cock still rock-hard, throbbing with need. Your hand strokes it slowly, the pre-cum leaking from the tip smearing over your fingers as you let out a low groan.

“Close,” you mutter, your voice rough and strained. “Fuck—I’m so close.”

The words are like a trigger. Irene, Seulgi, and Ning immediately drop to their knees around you, their eyes locked on your cock with a mix of hunger and desperation. Their lips are swollen, their skin flushed and glistening with sweat, their hair messy and sticking to their faces. They look ruined—completely wrecked by your cock—And it's fucking beautiful.

Ning glances over at Wonyoung, who’s still lying limp on the bed, and smirks. “Wonyoungie,” she calls, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Aren’t you joining us? Or are you too tired?”

Wonyoung groans, her head lolling to the side as she glares at Ning through half-lidded eyes. “Shut up,” she mutters, her voice hoarse. “I’m coming. Just… give me a second.”

The girls don’t wait for her. Seulgi is the first to lean in, her lips wrapping around the head of your cock as she sucks hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. “Fuck,” you groan, your hand tangling in her hair as she takes you deeper, her throat constricting around your girth.

Irene’s hands join in, her fingers stroking the base of your shaft as she leans in to kiss and lick along the length. “So thick,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with awe.

Ning doesn’t say anything, her small hands gripping your thighs as she presses her lips to the side of your cock, kissing and sucking at the thick veins that run along the shaft. Her tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive skin as she moans softly, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

The sight of them—idol royalty, kneeling at your feet, their faces flushed and their bodies trembling—is almost too much to handle. Your cock twitches in Seulgi’s mouth, your balls tightening as you fight to hold back.

Wonyoung finally drags herself off the bed, her legs shaky as she stumbles over to join the others. She drops to her knees beside Ning, her hands reaching out to stroke your thighs. “Move over,” she mutters, her voice still weak but laced with that familiar bratty edge.

Ning smirks but scoots aside, making room for Wonyoung. Without hesitation, Wonyoung leans in, her lips wrapping around the base of your cock as she sucks hard, her tongue lapping at the sensitive skin. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, that familiar glint of mischief shining through despite her exhaustion.

The girls work together in perfect harmony, their mouths and hands exploring every inch of your cock. Seulgi focuses on the head, her lips stretching around the thick tip as she sucks and swirls her tongue. Irene takes the middle, her fingers stroking and teasing as she kisses along the shaft. Ning and Wonyoung work the base, their tongues flicking and licking at the sensitive veins, their hands gripping your thighs for support.

“Fuck,” you groan, your hand tightening in Seulgi’s hair as your hips jerk forward, thrusting deeper into her mouth. “So good—all of you—”

Wonyoung pulls back just enough to smirk up at you, her lips glistening with spit. “We know,” she purrs. “Now cum for us, oppa. We’ve earned it.”

The girls are relentless, their mouths and hands working in perfect sync as they worship your cock. Seulgi’s lips stretch around the head, her throat constricting as she tries to take you deeper, but she can’t swallow more than halfway. Her eyes water, drool dripping down her chin as she gags and pulls back, gasping for air.

“Fuck—you’re so big—” she chokes out, her voice trembling as she strokes the base of your shaft with both hands.

Irene takes over, her lips wrapping around the middle as she sucks hard, her tongue swirling along the thick veins. “So much,” she murmurs, her voice muffled as she tries to take more, her elegant facade crumbling under the sheer size of you.

Ning and Wonyoung work the base, their tongues flicking and licking at your heavy balls, their hands gripping your thighs for support. Wonyoung’s lips press against your sac, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin as she looks up at you with those dark, bratty eyes.

“Cum for us,” she purrs, her voice low and commanding. “Empty those balls—all over us.”

The girls’ desperation is palpable, their voices rising in a chorus of pleas as they beg for your cum.

“Please—baby—I need it—” Seulgi whimpers, her hands stroking faster.

“Cover me,” Irene moans, her lips still wrapped around your cock.

“I want it—in my mouth—” Ning gasps, her tongue flicking against your balls.

You can’t hold back any longer. Your cock throbs, your balls tightening as the pressure builds to a breaking point. “Fuck—I’m cumming—” you growl, your voice rough and strained.

The girls don’t stop, their mouths and hands working even harder as they push you over the edge. You pull your cock out of Irene’s mouth just in time, your hand stroking the shaft as the first thick rope of cum explodes from the tip.

The first shot hits Irene square in the face, painting her delicate features with a thick, white streak. Her eyes widen in shock, but she doesn’t pull away, her tongue darting out to catch the next spurt as it lands on her lips.

Seulgi is next, her mouth open as a hot, sticky load splashes across her cheeks and chin. She moans, her fingers digging into your thighs as she leans in, trying to catch more.

Ning’s turn. The cum lands on her nose and forehead, dripping down onto her lips. She giggles, her tongue flicking out to taste it as she looks up at you with wide, playful eyes.

Finally, Wonyoung. The last shot hits her right between the eyes, the thick, white fluid dripping down her nose and onto her lips. She smirks, her tongue darting out to lick it off as she looks up at you with that familiar, bratty glint.

“I told you, girls,” she purrs. “He cums like a fucking fountain.”

But it’s not over. Your cock twitches again, another thick rope of cum shooting out and splattering across the girls’ faces. Ning opens her mouth this time, catching the load on her tongue as the others laugh and smear the cum across their skin.

“Fuck—so much—” Seulgi gasps, her fingers trailing through the mess on her face.

Irene giggles, her usual elegance replaced by a playful, almost giddy energy as she wipes the cum from her cheeks and licks it off her fingers. “I love your taste,” she murmurs, her voice trembling with arousal.

Wonyoung leans in, her lips brushing against your cock as she licks up the last few drops. “Good boy,” she purrs, her voice low and teasing.

The room is a mess of sweat, cum, and laughter as the girls start playing with the thick, sticky load you’ve painted across their faces.

Wonyoung is the first to move, her fingers trailing through the mess on her cheeks before bringing them to her lips. She sucks them clean with a slow, deliberate motion, her dark eyes locked on yours as she smirks. “Mmm,” she hums, her voice low and sultry. “Tastes even better than I remember.”

Irene giggles as she wipes the cum from her nose and chin. She licks her fingers clean, her tongue swirling around each digit with a soft, approving hum. “I've never seen anyone cum so much. It's incredible,” she murmurs.

Seulgi isn’t as delicate. She scoops a glob of cum off her cheek with two fingers and shoves it into her mouth, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she swallows. “Fuck,” she groans, her voice rough and raw. “It's really a lot—how do you even produce this much?”

Ning is the most playful, her small hands smearing the cum across her face like war paint. She sticks her tongue out, showing off the thick, white fluid pooled there before swallowing it with a satisfied grin. “Yum,” she teases, her voice light and playful. “Oppa’s cum is the best.”

The girls laugh, their voices mingling in a chorus of amusement and arousal as they continue to play with the mess on their faces. Wonyoung leans over to Irene, her cum-stained lips pressing against Irene’s in a slow, messy kiss. Their tongues swirl together, the taste of your cum mingling with their own arousal as they moan softly into each other’s mouths.

Seulgi and Ning aren’t far behind. Seulgi grabs Ning’s face, her fingers digging into her cheeks as she pulls her into a deep, hungry kiss. Ning giggles against her lips, her hands tangling in Seulgi’s hair as they share the taste of your cum, their moans muffled but unmistakable.

The sight is surreal—four of the most beautiful women in the world, their faces streaked with your cum, kissing and licking it off each other with a hunger that’s almost feral. Your cock twitches weakly, still sensitive from the intense orgasm, as you watch them with a mix of awe and satisfaction.

Wonyoung finally pulls away from Irene, her lips glistening as she turns to you. She crawls over, her long legs carrying her to your side as she leans in, her lips brushing against your softened cock. “Thank you, oppa,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. “That was… the best night ever.”

She presses one last kiss to the tip of your cock, her tongue flicking out to taste the last few drops of cum before she leans back, her bratty smirk firmly in place. “Now,” she says, her voice dripping with mischief, “who’s up for round two?”

“I’m in,” Seulgi says.

“Me to,” Irene adds.

Ning giggles. “Obviously,” she teases, her voice light and playful. “I’m not done yet.”

Wonyoung’s smirk widens, her dark eyes locking on yours. “Looks like it’s unanimous,” she purrs. “Round two it is.”

[furioussouls]

LADS guys taking care of you when you’re drunk

[with chubby reader]

[chubby reader, don't like it, don't read it]

warning: alcohol, reader is drunk, fluff, dramatic (rafayel’s) ,comfort, suggestive (the guys don’t do anything because you’re drunk but you’re a fiend)

I tried to represent different types of drunks (sad drunk, horny drunk, funny drunk etc, so if you feel like some types don’t represent you, just go along with it)

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Xavier:

Xavier tossed and turned in bed. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn’t. You were not only not by his side, but you were also outside all by yourself. At night. Well, you were with your friends, but still. He should be beside you. He doesn’t even understand why he couldn’t come along with you. Its not like he would’ve stopped you from having fun. Matter of fact, he would’ve actually held all of your purses and bags while you were having fun. . Xavier sighed and obsessively checked his phone. Maybe you asked him to pick you up and you were waiting all by yourself while waiting for his response. Feeling abandoned and scared. He turned on his phone again and- nothing.

He laid his head back on the pillow when two heavy knocks echoed through his apartment. Xavier raised his eyebrows in confusion and made his way to the door after he turned the lights on. When he opened the door, he saw you. You were dressed beautifully and your pupils were dilated. Your outfit accentuated your ample body and every curve you had. Xavier smiled at you.

“Xavier!“, you slurred and kicked off your shoes. You quickly stepped toward him and wrapped your plush arms around him.

Xavier grinned at your excited tone and ran his hands down over your soft back. “Did you have fun?“ His voice was gentle and he pressed kisses against your hairline.

You nodded and rubbed your face into his baggy shirt. “I missed you and your smell.“ You inhaled deeply and let your hands run down his back. When your hands reached his plump butt, you squeezed and Xavier gasped and flinched back. His hands froze on your back. Your hands remained on his butt and you looked up. Xavier blushed a perfect red and his eyes were as wide as saucers. “Am I your squeeze toy?“, he asked in a high pitched tone. He looked outraged at your display of affection and you giggled and pinched his cheek.

“You’re so so cute. Such a cutie. You’re acting as if I haven’t touched your butt yet. Maybe we should try some exposure therapy so you don’t get flustered anymore.“

You took some wobbly steps towards the couch and threw yourself on it. Xavier stared at you and a low chuckle escaped him. He pressed his long and slender fingers against his mouth to stifle his laughter and sat down next to you. Xavier’s soft smile was embedded into his face and you cooed and happily squeezed his face. “So cute.“

He leaned into your soft palms and breathed in. Xavier then pressed a few kisses to your wrist and grinned. “Seems like you’ve had a good time. How much did you drink?“

You looked at him in confusion. “What makes you think I drank at all?“, you asked as you stumbled over your words.

Xavier hummed teasingly and held his chin in a questioning gesture. “I don’t know. I think I just know you too well.“

Your eyes widened and you nodded. You looked him up and down. “Wow. That’s really impressive.”

The side of Xavier’s full lips twitched and he pressed his lips against each other as he tried to hide his smile. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead and you sagged against him and mumbled. Xavier leaned forward to hear your words.

“I missed you today. It was fun, but nothing is as fun as it is when we’re together.” His heart squeezed in his chest and wrapped your full figure in a tight hug. His hands gently rubbed soothing circles over your scalp and you yawned.

”I missed you too. Let’s get you to bed, hm? You call tell me all about the fun you’ve had. Hopefully just with your girls.“

You giggled and yapped away about your evening while Xavier listened intently to every word that left your mouth. Sometimes he chimed in with sly remarks and one- liners that caused you to laugh uncontrollably. While you talked, he slowly undressed you and dressed you in comfortable clothes. He helped you brush your teeth and do your skincare and ignored your raunchy remarks and requests about him with a red face.

“I could just eat you up when you act shy“, you giggled sleepily and he grinned at you and kissed your forehead.

“Tomorrow you can.“

Zayne:

You were out with your friends as Zayne was catching up on some paperwork. His phone was right next to him incase you needed anything. Zayne‘s scarred and long finger pushed against his glasses when his phone suddenly lit up. His eyebrows furrowed and he picked your call up.

“Baby?“, your loud voice rang out.

The side of Zayne‘s mouth tugged up and he hummed into the phone. “Yes?“

“Baby.“ you rasped out again, this time your voice was whiny.

“Yes, my love? What happened“, he cooed with a soft smirk. Whenever you get drunk, you get extremely sappy. One time, you called him because you wanted to hear him confirm that he still loved you. Spoiler alert, he did and he always will.

“Can you come and get me?“, you asked while the music was bumping in the background.

Zayne’s smile fell and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Of course, I can. Are you okay? What happened?“

“Nothing happened. Just come. And bring your coat so you can give it to me romantically.“ You mumbled and Zayne huffed out through his nose and chuckled. “Alright, my coat. Anything else?“

You were quiet for a few seconds and Zayne waited obediently for you. It would probably take you a few seconds longer to think, given your inebriated state.

“How about you in a long Trenchcoat with nothing but some lingerie and some pretty stockings underneath?“, you asked in a fake deepened voice and he could practically see your eyebrows wagging in his mind. Zayne’s ears turned red and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“… anything else?“, Zayne asked again.

“Buzzkill.“ You grumbled out. “I would like for you to come and hug me.“

Zayne’s heart skipped a beat and he smiled. “I can definitely do that. I’m on my way.“

You waited outside of the club and saw Zayne‘s familiar silhouette approach 15 minutes later. Your frown split into the biggest grin and Zayne’s chest warmed in happiness. Both of you walked towards each other and he opened his arms for you. You giggled and cuddled into his chest as Zayne‘s familiar arms wrapped tightly around your full figure.

He cupped the back of your head and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes and hummed happily, when you suddenly felt him drape something over your shoulder. You looked down in confusion and grinned when you saw his oversized coat wrapped around your shoulders. You put your nose near the coat and sniffed obnoxiously.

“You listen so well to me. Its almost as if you love me or something.“

Zayne huffed through his nose and looked down to the ground. “I just assumed you’d come back with me easier if I gave you what you asked for, given your inebriated state.“

“Uh huh.“ You smirked at him and you let your gaze travel down his body. You pouted when you didn’t see any indication of him in some frilly lingerie. Following your gaze, Zayne raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“You’re worse than a high schooler.“ He admonished softly and gently grabbed your wrist. Ignoring your pouting, he gently led you to his car.

“I just love you so much. And I missed you tonight.“ You said in a wobbly voice. Zayne stopped walking and turned to face you. His face softened and he smiled at you. “I love and missed you today as well. Next time, take me with you. I promise I won’t interfere with your drinks.“ He lied. You giggled but nodded anyway.

When you reached home, he undressed you down to your underwear and laid you down on bed. He gently massaged your plush thighs and calves as you drifted off to sleep. He’d draw you a bath in the morning and prepare you some light snacks.

Rafayel:

Rafayel ran through the door of the bar. His face was scrunched into a worried frown, his chest heaving quickly. He received a voice message from you in which you were sobbing uncontrollably. You sent him your location and then didn’t respond anymore. He scanned the room and quickly walked through the people watching him with a confused expression.

He reached the back of the room and saw you. Tears ran down your face and you downed your drink quickly. He strode over to you and quickly grasped your soft shoulders.

“Cutie! What happened? Tell me, are you hurt? Are you okay? What’s wrong? Why are you drinking?“

You jumped up and looked at Rafayel’s concerned face with a shocked expression. Your eyes were wide and your jaw dropped. Tears welled up in your already wet eyes and you cried out. “Rafayel! You’re here.“

“Yes! I’m here. What happened? Why didn’t you call me? We could’ve gotten drunk together if you needed to cry.“ He exclaimed and wrapped his arms around your body. Your ample chest was pushed up against his own and he pressed kisses all over your face as he wiped your tears away.

You looked at him in confusion. “I didn’t need to cry. I wasn’t even sad when I drank.“

Rafayel stared at you incredulously and his finger pointed to your teary and blotchy face.

You nodded and sniffed. “I just missed you. That’s why I called you and why I cried.“ You mumbled out, your lips pulled into an involuntary soft pout.

Rafayel inhaled deeply and let his forehead fall onto the table. He smacked against the table with a loud bang and he looked up at you again with squinted eyes. You looked at him in confusion as he pulled out his phone and played the voicemail. You sounded hysterical and were sobbing loudly. You nodded.

“Yeah, I sent you that cause I missed you.“

Rafayel groaned loudly and tears welled up in your eyes again. “Why are you mad at me?“

Rafayel’s eyes snapped up at your wobbly tone and he quickly shushed you as he wrapped his arms around you. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad. You just worried me into my early grave. But I’m not mad. Next time, just ask me to come because you miss me. Don’t just send me your location with you crying like that. My heart literally exploded when I heard that. I think I even have grey hair now because of you.“ He whined out and pointed to the back of his head with his slender fingers. “If you feel sorry at all, you’ll spend the next few days kissing and being nice to me to make up for this.“

You sniffed and nodded again. His face softened and he wiped your tears away. Rafayel’s face scanned around the room to see some people glaring at you for your emotional distress. “What are you staring at?“ Rafayel asked, poison dripping from his tone and the guy in question turned away. Rafayel turned back to you and cooed softly as he wiped your tears away.

“I was just thinking about how much I love you and then I started thinking about you being lonely while you’re at home and I-“ you stopped talking and your voice cracked.

Rafayel chuckled softly “Aw, cutie. I don’t feel lonely at all. I’m so happy with you.“

You sniffed again. “You’re breaking my heart with your little sniffs. Let’s go home.“ Rafayel exclaimed softly, on the inside he was extremely giddy and felt sappy. You loved him so much and called him because you missed him. In his eyes, you’re both already married.

On the way home your cried some more for various reasons. Rafayel just let you cry your little heart out while you yapped about all the things that made you sad while you were drunk. When you reached Rafayel’s home, he immediately began serving you water and stripped you down to your underwear. His flawless hands started working over the rolls of your back and he massaged you into sleep. He chuckled at your dramatics while he continued massaging away on your body.

Sylus:

You asked Sylus to pick you up from the club at 2 am and he agreed immediately. He got out of his car and walked to the entrance. Obviously, he wanted to pick you up, but you were nowhere to be found. He walks into the club and ignores the loud music as he looked around for you.

“Hello, sexy.“

Sylus felt a pair of hands on his chest and his cold expression relaxed when he saw your familiar round face. He smirked and put his huge hand over your soft ones. Your hands trailed over his muscular and broad chest and you gently scratched down his torso.

“Hmm“, Sylus grumbled out in bliss. His voice was very deep and husky and goosebumps rose over your arms. Sylus rose and eyebrow and the side of his mouth tugged up.“Is my little kitten using their claws to mark their territory?“

You bit your lips and nodded happily. Sylus smoothed down your chubby arms and kissed you gently. You grabbed him tightly and tried to deepen the kiss but he gently nudged you back. You looked at him in confusion and he shook his head.

“Not when you’re drunk, sweetie.“ Sylus explained softly.

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to complain, but he just wrapped his arm around your body and led you to out of the club after grabbing all of your belongings.

Once you were secured in the passenger seat, Sylus drove off and you stared at him. Sylus raised an eyebrow at you when he noticed your watchful eye over him and his lips split into a big smirk, which exposed his pearly white teeth.

“Your side profile is so sexy. I want to ride your face, especially your nose.“

Sylus chuckled softly and grabbed your hand. He kissed the back of it and kept his eyes on the road.

“Tomorrow.“

“But I’m horny now.“ You whined.

“I won‘t stop you from taking care of your needs. Go ahead. I’ll even pull over for you. That’s how considerate I am.“ Sylus smiled and leaned over to you when you both reached a red light. He kissed you softly and then leaned back into his seat.

You kept watching him and sighed dreamily. “You’re so beautiful.“

“So are you, sweetie. The most beautiful one of all.“

You smiled at him and closed your eyes. “Do you wanna sleep with me after I wake up?“

“Yes.“

You nodded and yawned. “Alright then.“ You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. Sylus chuckled and shook his head. You’re just too cute.

When you both arrived, he carried you into bed. He tenderly stripped you and did your hair care routine for you. Sylus put a glass of water and some painkillers next to you, and a bucket in case you need to throw up. His arms were loosely wrapped around your half naked body. He kissed your forehead and gently scratched your back.

Caleb:

Caleb and you had the grand idea of playing strip poker and getting drunk. So now, Caleb and you both laid on the couch with intertwined limbs and giggly faces.

Caleb yawned and softly stroked over your exposed arm. His pupils were dilated and he looked at you with big eyes and a satisfied smile. Caleb‘s dimple was exposed and he chuckled softly at your dumbfounded expression.

You had just lost another round of strip poker and had to take your bra off. You sighed and took it off, which caused Caleb to sigh happily. He was already almost entirely naked and you laid down on his chest after you stripped.

“Why are we even still playing? Why don’t we just strip without the game?“, you asked in confusion and Caleb shook his head.

“Pipsqueak, you can’t just break rules like that.“ Caleb slurred out and took your hand. He cuddled into it.

You sigh and let Caleb kiss up your hand, then your arm and up to your neck. You moaned happily when Caleb buried his head in the crook of your neck. When he placed a languid kiss on it, you stopped him, though.

“No. It is my responsibility to make sure you don’t have sex. Because you’re drunk.“

Caleb looks at you in confusion and shakes his head. “No, it’s my responsibility because I take care of you. And you’re the one that’s more drunk than me. So I won’t sleep with you.“

“I already said that I wouldn’t sleep with you, you’re just a sore loser.“

Caleb groaned and laid back on his back. “I love you so much, pipsqueak.“

“I love you too.“ You mumbled and turned to face him. You gently cupped his face and squeezed his warm face. Caleb’s face was flushed and he smiled into your palm. You yawned looked at him in confusion.

“Who won?“

“Won what?“ Caleb asked with furrowed brows

“Our game.“

Caleb opened an eye and hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t even remember. Fuck.“

You gently smacked against his naked chest “Don’t swear.“

Both of you fell asleep soon afterwards and in the morning, Caleb woke up before you. He groaned and sat up, his head throbbed. He slowly scanned the room and his face softened when he saw your plush body tucked securely next to him. Caleb gently stroked over your soft cheek and he kissed your forehead.

He stood up and slowly made his way to the kitchen. After drinking his own glass of water, he started chopping some vegetables for your hangover soup. After he finished chopping all of your ingredients, he filled another glass of water with some painkillers and put them next to you on the table. He cleaned your face with a cool cloth and wiped the cloth down your face.

When the soup was done, he pressed kisses onto your eyelids. When your eyelids started moving, he kissed your nose. Then he kissed every inch of your face until you grumbled.

He grinned brightly “Good morning, pipsqueak. See, I told you that you were drunker than me.“

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

hello my queen :)) i hope i'm not asking too much of you, is it alright if you just write a short drabble with könig and plus size reader? smut or fluff, whatever you're in the mood for. there's no good plus size reader fics and yours are some of the best :((

Anything for you, Lizzy 🩷

Tale of the Tummy 🌸

FYI, he wears no mask in this :)

You almost kill your boyfriend when you step out in your new dress.

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It was a Friday night, and König had insisted on taking you out on a date. He loved seeing you get all dolled up.

All that shining jewelry that sat so nicely against your skin, the dresses and skirts that hugged your figure so nicely he could've sworn he'd gone to heaven.

Your hair, your eyes, your lips- it drove him crazy. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

You'd just finished your makeup, adding the final touch with the swipe of your lipstick. You descended the stairs in your new dress, your shoes in one hand and your purse in the other.

"Honey? I'm ready!" You called out, searching for your lover.

You found your giant of a boyfriend in the kitchen, leaning against the counter while nursing a glass of water.

He wore a black suit, deep maroon accents scattered throughout the ensemble in the form of a tie, socks, watch band and a pocket square.

The fabric stretched across his broad back and narrowed into the fitting sleeves that hugged his bulging arms perfectly.

The seams of his pants were close to bursting, trying to contain the trunks that were his thighs. His ass looked great, too.

"There you are!" You smiled, walking over to him.

You let out a low whistle followed by a giggle.

"Look at you, so handsome-"

before you could finish the teasing compliment he glanced over at you and choked on his water, and curiously, spit it out at the same time.

He coughed and heaved for air and you rushed over to him with a gasp, firmly patting his back to get the water out of his airway.

After he'd caught his breath and your hand was soothingly dragging up and down his spine, he looked at you again.

Your brows were furrowed and he could see the concern in your eyes.

"Are you alright?" You asked, worry tinting your tone. König nodded and cleared his throat.

"You look stunning, liebling." He smiled, his voice hoarse still.

"Thank you." You accepted the compliment and took a step back, twirling to show off the full outfit.

His eyes widened as he took you in fully, more than just the glance from a moment ago.

"Alter Schwede..." he breathed, pupils blown.

He swallowed thickly, eyes raking over your figure.

How were you so soft?

Your curves looked delicious, he had to hold himself back or he would've literally taken a bite out of you.

Your bare feet that would soon be caged into uncomfortable heels -the things we do for fashion- the long, flowy skirt that hid your legs.

König had to admit he missed the sight of your thighs. How they'd spill when you sat down, the dimples and cellulite that were so uniquely you.

Your wide hips that felt so natural in his hands or when you were seated in his lap.

His gaze skipped onto your face. Your round cheeks, your sparkling eyes accompanied by those pretty lips, and your radiant smile.

You were beautiful in every way he could possibly imagine.

The neck he loved to kiss and cover in love bites was adorned by a necklace that he'd bought for you, the precious stones shimmering in the light.

And God, the sight of your plush décolletage that felt so nice against his cheek was showing just a hint of a collarbone and he almost groaned at the sight of your breasts in that dress.

König would have to thank the lady who took the measurements for your bra, because they looked heavenly. Or should he thank your mom? God? Mother Nature?

He had no time to dwell on it because he made the fatal mistake of letting his eyes drop further.

Your tummy, so soft and rounded, dented the fabric of your dress just slightly. It was something you felt ruined the outfit sometimes, but it was by far his favorite part.

The curve of your pudge and the outline of our bellybutton were things he'd dreamed of, he knew it.

Your brows furrowed as you watched him stare at you with parted lips.

Without a thought in his head and all of them in his pants, he walked over to you with long strides and dropped to his knees in front of you, smushing his face into your belly.

A startled noise of surprise tumbled from your lips and your hands instinctively went to rest on the back of his head.

"What're you doing, hm? We have a reservation to get to." You reminded him.

He just exhaled into your flesh and pressed his face deeper into your stomach.

"So weich.. und gemütlich..." it was a muffled sound followed by a long sigh.

You chuckled, carefully running your fingers through his hair so you wouldn't mess it up. You were sure he put a lot of effort into it.

"As adorable as this is, we do have to leave." You spoke softly, gently tugging his face from your tummy.

König let out a displeased grumbled but obliged, pressing a kiss to your clothed belly before rising back to his full height.

"You are breathtaking, maus." He said quietly, resting his forehead against yours.

A smile stretched over your lips.

"And you," you began with a low tone, "look very distinguished. Let's not waste all of that."

You pulled him into a soft kiss and König melted into the touch of your lips, gently holding your hips.

His face was smooth in your hands, a sign he'd shaved and finally used that moisturizer you'd gotten him.

You hummed fondly into the kiss but pulled away, hoping to preserve your lipstick.

"Do we really have to go, liebling?" He sighed, downtrodden.

You caressed his cheek and smiled gently.

"If we go now and I get to show off my new dress tonight," you leaned in, stretching up high on your toes, your breath hot against his ear, "I'll let you take it off of me afterwards."

You grinned wickedly, your feet flat on the ground again, when you heard a breath getting caught in his throat. He blinked at you before swiftly grabbing your hand.

"Let's go." He dragged you towards the door and you had barely enough time to grab your shoes.

"Why in such a rush?" You teased with a smirk.

König came to a stop and turned around to look at you, his hand gently cupping your chin.

"We have a reservation to get to, don't we, mäuschen?"

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He's such a sweetheart, I just know he is 🥺

I hope you enjoyed ✨️😚

More of König and others -> 💫

Fi's Dictionary 📜

"Liebling" - "Darling" (u all know this one by now)

"Alter Schwede.." - "gawd dayum" (literal translation would be "old Swede".....languages r weird.)

"So weich.. und gemütlich..." - "So soft.. and cozy..." (no explanation needed.)

"Maus" - "Mouse" (used as a term of endearment)

"Mäuschen" - "Little Mouse" (used as a term of endearment)

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[brinasheqrt]

sabrina has just finished a show, she's super tired and since reader is there watching her from backstage, sabrina goes to her right after the show for comfort

Sleepy comfort

pairings - sabrina carpenter x fem!reader

warnings - none.

wc - 1.6k

a/n - i’m proud of this one, enjoy <3

The second the lights go down and the final note of “Espresso” fades into the roaring crowd, Sabrina stumbles back from the edge of the stage like someone’s just cut her strings. Sweat slicks her hair to her temples, strands curling at the nape of her neck. Her gold outfit sparkles under the fading lights, but her steps are slow—more dragging than dancing now.

You’ve been watching from the wings the whole time, arms crossed over your chest, nerves buzzing with pride and worry. She gave everything out there, again. Every song. Every beat. Every note pushed from her chest like it cost her a little more breath than she could afford to lose.

And now, as she turns toward the side of the stage—toward you—you can see the exhaustion hit her like a wall.

She doesn’t say a word when she reaches you. Doesn’t need to. Her body finds yours with instinct, burying her face into your neck, arms wrapped tight around your waist like she’s afraid she might drift off mid-hug if she lets go.

You pull her close, tighter. One hand slides up to the back of her head, fingers threading through her damp hair as she sinks into you completely. You hear her breath catch—not quite a sob, not quite a sigh. Just tired. Bone-deep tired.

“She was amazing,” someone from crew murmurs behind you. But the sound fades like background static. All you’re focused on is the way she’s trembling just a little against you. Not from cold. From everything.

“You killed it, baby,” you whisper into her hair, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You were fire out there.”

She shakes her head just slightly, a broken little sound slipping out as she exhales. “M’tired,” she mumbles.

“I know,” you murmur. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

But she doesn’t move. Doesn’t even lift her head. Her weight is pressed into you like you’re the only thing holding her up. You cradle her like she’s made of glass and moonlight—delicate but luminous, burning out from the inside.

“I was so tired during the last chorus,” she confesses, voice muffled. “My legs were shaking. I thought I was gonna fall.”

You wrap both arms around her shoulders and hold her tighter. “You didn’t fall. You stood tall, baby. You finished strong. But you don’t have to be strong now, okay? You can just rest.”

It takes a while before she lets you guide her toward her dressing room. Not because she’s resisting—because she’s barely standing.

You keep an arm around her as you walk, shielding her from the buzz of crew rushing to break down gear. Some of them glance her way, offering small smiles, thumbs up, soft “Good show, Sabrina,” as she passes. She doesn’t respond, just clutches the front of your hoodie like it’s an anchor.

Once inside her dressing room, the door shuts behind you with a soft click, muffling the chaos outside.

She kicks off her boots with a groan and immediately sinks onto the plush couch. She slouches into the corner, head thrown back, arms limp at her sides, looking like someone who’s given the world all she had and got nothing left.

You kneel in front of her, gently pushing her sweat-matted bangs off her forehead. “Want water? A snack? Anything?”

She shakes her head, eyes still closed. “Just you,” she whispers.

So you stay. You slip her jacket - that someone gave her backstage - off her shoulders with gentle fingers, revealing the fitted crop top beneath, her chest still rising and falling a little too fast.

She blinks her eyes open slowly. “I saw you, y’know,” she says hoarsely. “Backstage. Every time I looked over, you were there.”

You smile, brushing your thumb across her cheekbone. “Where else would I be?”

Her lips curve just barely, like she’s too tired to form a real smile. But her eyes are soft, shining with that mix of gratitude and love that always stuns you.

“You’re always there,” she whispers. “Even when I feel like I’m about to break.”

You don’t respond with words. You lean forward and press your lips gently to hers. It’s slow, warm, the kind of kiss that says I’ve got you, not I want you. She melts into it, sighs against your mouth, one hand coming up to rest against your chest, clutching the fabric of your hoodie.

When you pull back, her eyes flutter open again.

“C’mere,” she says, voice quiet and gravelly.

You climb onto the couch beside her and she immediately curls into your side, tucking her face into the crook of your neck like she’s trying to disappear into you.

“I left everything on that stage,” she mumbles.

“I know. I saw. You lit it up, Sab. But you don’t have to perform for me now. You can just be.”

She nods slowly, fingers curling into your hoodie again.

There’s a small silence. Not awkward—just heavy. Weighted by exhaustion and relief.

Then she murmurs, “My throat hurts.”

You brush your knuckles across her jaw. “Want me to make you some tea back at the hotel?”

“Only if you carry me.”

You chuckle, the sound low and fond. “Deal.”

She falls quiet again. Her breathing evens out little by little, the adrenaline finally draining from her system. You can feel her heartbeat start to slow against your side.

And then, soft as a breath: “You’re my safe place.”

That one hits you right in the chest. You look down at her, eyes wide, heart stuttering.

“I mean it,” she adds. “Out there, it’s loud, and bright, and it feels like… like I have to be on every second. But when I see you—when I get to come back to you—everything feels quiet. Easy. Like I can breathe again.”

You pull her even closer, lips brushing the top of her head. “That’s all I ever want to be for you.”

She hums, fingers tracing circles over your stomach through the fabric of your hoodie.

You both stay like that for a long while. No more noise. No more lights. Just the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing syncing with yours. The quiet hum of the AC. The comfort of knowing that for once, she doesn’t have to carry the show. She can just lean on you.

Eventually, she shifts, legs sliding over your lap, arms wrapping fully around your torso like she’s decided she’s not moving ever again.

“You’re not going anywhere, are you?” she asks sleepily.

“Never.”

She nods once, satisfied, and nestles her cheek against your shoulder. “Good. I’m too tired to pretend right now.”

“You don’t ever have to pretend with me, baby.”

There’s a pause. Then she murmurs, “I love you.”

It’s quiet. Raw. No performance. No breathy stage voice. Just Sabrina, stripped down to the softest parts.

You press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you more.”

She smiles against your neck. You can feel it, like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds.

You don’t know how long you sit like that—her in your arms, your hands stroking her back, her breathing growing softer and heavier until it starts to lull you too. But you do know this: she gave herself to thousands of people tonight, but in the end, she came running to you.

And there’s no applause that will ever mean more than that.

[lostinlads]

Pretty in Pink

Synopsis: your boyfriend, rafayel, finally lets you buy feminine clothes for him after you asking. he tries them on for you, but to your surprise he ends up liking them a lot more than you imagined.

Tags: rafayel x afab!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, no use of y/n, smut, porn with little plot, not proofread, not edited, femboy!rafayel, overstimulation, pegging, dressing rafayel up, whiney and needy rafayel, use of pet names (m receiving- my fishy, baby), raf calls you master, light spanking, you suck him off through his panties

Words: 4.2k

a/n: hi everyone, i know that there is a lot of stress right now especially with my fellow americans so i hope this can distract you even for just a moment. also i literally wrote this bc moot on twitter were making me and tbh? i loved it. but this is my one shot to tell everyone im back to writing after taking a week off! i hope you love femboy rafayel as much as i do because this man makes me insane actually

ao3 | kofi

It's been over a month since you've tried to convince your boyfriend to let you dress him up in feminine clothes, the thought of seeing his smooth, silky skin wrapped with lace and soft fabric made your head spin and twisted the desire in your gut even tighter. He finally warmed up to it, allowing you to go out and buy whatever your heart called out to. Excitement wasn't even the word to describe the feelings that whirred around in your head.

You sat on your shared bed, staring longingly at the massive walk-in closet that held Rafayel, gnawing your lip as the only sound to occupy the space was the soft shuffling of him dressing behind the closed door. You wondered what he would choose first, having gone maybe a bit crazy in the luxurious stores, grabbing anything with lace and bows. Fuck, the anticipation making you nearly jump out of your seat to see his beautiful milky skin in fabric so thin you could rip it to shreds. The image of his long legs in stocking, or better yet, thigh high socks nearly make you drool.

Rafayel poked his head out from the door, cheeks a rosy pink, his eyes not meeting yours. "I think I'm finished..." His voice quiet, embarrassed. You shift, sitting up straighter on the bed as you wait for him to show you.

"Well?" You question, wanting nothing more than to walk over, throw open the door, and run your hands all over his body. He gulps, taking a breath before pushing open the door at an agonizingly slow pace. You wished he would hurry, toss it open so you can drink him in, but the slight tremble in his hands and the blush deepening down to his neck you knew he was nervous.

"Uh," Rafayel spoke, stepping fully into view in front of you, hands attempting to pull the short skirt down further to cover more of his delicate skin. You rake your eyes down his body, slowly taking him in fully. 

A baby blue sweater hung off of his torso loosely, small cherries embroidered on the knit fabric, making it look warm and perfect for spring. The sleeves falling just shy of his fingers as his palms lay hidden underneath. Hugging his hips and dipping down his legs a blue and white pleated skirt lay, falling a few inches below the curve of his ass. Legs almost fully on display, white sheer stockings stopping just at the middle of his plush thighs - lace bows tying at the top. 

You watched as he wrapped his arms around himself, eyes darting off to the corner of the room as his cheeks and the tips of his precious ears blazed in heat. His thighs rubbing together as your gaze pierced right through him. You knew, just in the way he squirmed under your eyesight that the other outfits would have to wait for another day. You needed him, and the growing tent he tried to conceal in his skirt told you that he needed you too.

"Come here," Arms opening for him, voice soft and warm. Your boyfriend flashed his eyes to you, teeth sucking his bottom lip in as he nibbled. Unsure footsteps towards you, his eyes staying trained on the floor as he inches closer. 

"Do you... like it?" Rafayel asks, eyes never meeting yours, hands running down the length of his short skirt. Do you like it? Surely he's joking. The growing dampness between your thighs was answer enough for his silly little question. You loved it. Wanting nothing more than to pull him onto your lap and let your fingers run over every inch of his heavenly body. 

"I love it, baby," You reach out to him, hands finding his small waist as you pull him closer, needing to feel his body heat on you. He looks down, watching your hands slip under his sweater and caress his soft, sweet skin. "So beautiful," You whisper, barely enough for him to hear. Rafayel reaches forward, hands resting on your shoulders as he slots himself between your spread legs bare thighs brushing your own. You could feel how warm he was, how his body temperature raised just by you admiring him.

Hands running down to his thighs, you rub your thumb where the stockings met his skin, admiring the way the lace looked as if it belonged on him, like it was made for Rafayel alone. Hands brushing over his creamy pale skin, running up towards the hem of his skirt, you could hear his ragged breath quicken. How his hands gripped your shoulders tighter and how he shifted between your legs. You knew he liked this, could see how turned on he was from wearing this for you. You continued on your path up, groping here and there at his delicious thighs until your fingers brushed against something soft and thin on his hip. Something you hadn't expected.

"What?" You question, reaching to push the skirt up higher so you could get a look for yourself. Your boyfriend's hands flying to still yours, just a second too slow.

"W-wait!" He stutters out, voice high and desperate - but it's too late. With his blue skirt hiked up to his hips you're face to face with a pair of pink pastel panties you do not recall buying for him - or even owning for yourself. Fabric so thin you could make out the outline of his shaft through them, the small but growing wet patch near his tip becoming translucent with his precum. A tiny pink bow sat at the waistband, a pearl in the center glistening in the light. You couldn't help the smirk curling its way onto your lips as you stare at his weeping cock through the material.

"I don't remember buying you these, fishy," You hum, index finger reaching out to stroke his pretty, pink head. He gasps at the touch, cock twitching as his thighs rub together.

"I... got them myself..." Words nothing more than a mumble as you finally look up at him. Eyes blown wide and glossy, pink lips parted as he pants out hot breath, a heavy flush painting his beautiful face. A few strands of his purple locks brush the tip of his nose as he looks down at you. "You were so excited, I wanted... to surprise you..." 

Oh how badly you wanted to take him right then and there, toss him on the bed and have him writhe beneath you as you fuck his beautiful brains out. Rafayel had always been one to have a surprise or two up his sleeve, always leaving you on your toes - but this was something you would've never expected from him. 

Without answering, you let your finger run up the length of his shaft once more, a teasingly slow pace until you made your way back to his tip. He twitched beneath your touch, stomach clenching as you assault his sensitive skin. You wanted nothing more than to savor this moment, drag it out for as long as you can so you can drink in every moan, every twitch and flex of his muscles as you milk his sweet cum out. Lips graze over his cock as you lean in, placing a soft kiss to it, his wetness painting your lips when you pull back. You swear he stopped breathing as you look at his face, in a daze of lust - wanting you to ruin him.

"I don't think we are going to be able to see the other outfits I picked for you tonight, fishy," Hands coming to lift his sweater, exposing his stomach to the chilly air of the room, his muscles tightening under his skin. 

"Yeah..." Throat bobbing as he gulps. You stand, bodies flushing together. Hands cupping his cheeks, you bring his face to yours, lips connecting in a kiss. You can feel his desperation, the way he works his lips against yours, hands coming to your waist as he grips you closer. Feeling him grind his hips helplessly to yours, seeking relief for the tight tension that wound its way into his core. You hum, slowing him, licking at his lips as he tried to bury his tongue deep in your mouth, a cat and mouse game you both played so often, but him being on the receiving end. He didn't like it, a grunt leaving his mouth as he tried once more to deepen the kiss, only to be disappointed when you pull away completely.

"Not yet," You hum, thumb caressing his face as you admire his eyes, pupils wide with lust, with need. Hooded, showing the pink hue that swirled and darkened. Heavy pants leaving his lips as they dusted on your face. "Why don't we take this off of you?" Fingers coming down to play with the hem of his sweater. He nods, barely enough time before you pull it up and over his head, leaving his torso bare. Pink nipples hardened, your mouth wanting nothing more than to latch on and hear him whine for you, arching his back into you. But that could wait, you needed to get him on the bed.

Wrapping your arms around him, you switch positions, the back of his knees pressed to your shared bed. With a small push he sat with a bounce, you could see the nerves tensing in his arms as he stared up at you. Those eyes waiting in anticipation, swirling with need and want, moments like these you were thankful he was all yours. 

"Do you want me to take this off?" Rafayel asked, hands smoothing over the pleated skirt. You smile, lips curling as you climb on his lap.

"No, I want it on," With shaky hands he holds onto your waist, looking up at you with wide eyes. You lean in, kissing him again, slow and lazy as your hands roam over his top half. Snaking down from his neck, over his broad shoulders, down to his pecs. The nails of your index fingers grazing softly over his sensitive nipples.

"Ah!" He pulled back with a gasp, chest heaving with every rough breath leaving his lungs. You feel him twitch beneath you, cock jumping at the contact he craved. Chuckling you place a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing his soft locks to the side before you let your hand drop to his chest again. Thumb brushing over one perked nipple, a hiss drawing from between his teeth. You flick it, softly, feeling his hands tighten on you as a soft, sweet whimper leaves his blessed lips. A sound so beautiful you wish you could record it, your favorite song. 

"Lay back, baby," Whispering in his ear, sending a shiver to rake through his body. He obeys, back hitting the mattress and eyes closing. You run your hands down, teasing him with just your fingertips as you draw out small gasps and heavy breaths from him below you. Taking the opportunity, you grind your hips down on him, rubbing your clothed heat against his leaking dick. A moan slipping from your lips from just the feeling of how hard he was for you, how much he wanted to be fucked by you. Rafayel cried out, eyes screwing tighter shut as he arched his back, trying to get even more friction any way he can.

"Mm, please," He whined, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to meet yours, but you pull away before he could make contact.

"Please, what?" You coax, knowing this would only make the blush on his face deepen. While Rafayel took his time to whine and wiggle in protest, you sink to your knees on the floor. Fingers tracing between his thighs as you push them apart, getting a glimpse of his pretty pink panties that held his needy cock. Peeking an eye open he glanced down at you, brows creased as he watched you plant a single kiss to the skin of his thigh.

"I'm waiting," You remind him, fingers playing with the hem of his stockings, curling under softly and letting it snap back onto his skin. 

"Please..." Rafayel pauses, breathing in deeply as he stares into your eyes. "Master..." Word so soft you almost didn't catch it, but as it rings through your ears something ignites deep in your core. Pushing his skirt up, bunching it at his thin, slutty waist, you waste no time to touch him.

Cupping his member through his now sheer panties you feel him shudder, pearls of precum leaking from his pretty tip. You stroke him once, a soft moan slipping from him as his thighs tighten around you. Already so touch starved and you haven't even gotten started yet. Swiping a thumb over his tip Rafayel tries to lift his hips, desperate, already so close to cumming for you, but with your other hand you hold him still, wanting to draw everything you can out of him.

"Not yet, baby," You mumble before leaning down, placing a firm kiss to his throbbing cock. "I've barely had any fun yet." Placing another, you hear your boyfriend stutter out a moan, the slick wetness of his groin collecting on your lips. It made you drool, just the taste of him sending your brain into a frenzy.

Flattening your tongue, you lick a fat stripe up his shaft, his fingers curling in the sheets, hips attempting to rock forward. He didn't make it far, bumping onto your outstretched tongue once before you held him back down. He whined in protest, high pitch and defiant, but slowly washing out into another moan as you lick one more stripe. 

"Please, please please!" He cried out, head falling back onto the plush bed. You wanted to laugh at how cute he sounded, how his whimpers and whines only wanted to make you torture him even more. But you wrapped your lips around his leaky head, tongue brushing over his clothed slit as you lapped up his precum through the fabric. Rafayel choked out a cry, body jumping as one of his hands threaded through your hair. Now, you had him right where you wanted him. 

"Taste so fucking good for me, baby, you know that?" Lips brushing on his cock as you spoke, low and sultry to make his head meddle into mush. He only cried in response, shifting under you as to coax you into pleasing him more. You obliged, humming as you wrapped your lips around him once more, drooling on his dick, his panties completely soaked in the front. Other hand coming up to caress his balls, granting a high pitch whine from him as his fingers tug at your scalp. You could feel how close he was. How much he aches for release from the way your mouth was flooding with his wetness. The way his balls tightened, and the vein running along the underside of his shaft throbbed. 

"Cum-!" He cried out, words dying on his tongue, mixing with a moan as his hips jutted forward, pressing your face directly onto his cock, forcing you to smell the musky scent of his skin and arousal. You could hear how quick his breaths were becoming, almost on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Not yet fishy. Hold out a little more," You hum onto his sensitive skin. Tongue massaging his cock from base all the way up to his head. You slurp at his slit, sucking down everything he had to offer as he tried to hold back his release, the lewd sound buzzing off of the walls. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, soaking through your underwear at just him alone. It didn't matter if you came tonight, you just needed to string out as many orgasms from him as you could until the sun rose, the image of him cumming for you was enough to get you off.

"C-can't! Can't hold-!" Rafayel cries, back arching as his hand falls from your hair and back to the sheets below. Releasing him, you lean back, hand still stroking him as you watch in awe at his cock twitch, tip an angry shade of pink as he tried to hold himself back. 

"Cum for me baby," You whisper, eyes never leaving him as your hand moves faster, forcing him to reach his peak. 

Rafayel wastes no time, a deep moan growling from his chest as his eyes roll so far back you swear he could see his own brain. His beautiful cock twitches once, twice, then you watch as his milky cum spurts out of his tip. Soaking his panties even more, dripping through the fabric and onto his pelvis. You want to lap it up, drink whatever he has to offer, but that wasn't the plan for tonight. His mouth the perfect O shape as his moans drowned out to silent gasps of breath.

As he slowly calms down, only thing left was him twitching beneath you, you never released him. Still stroking him, milking his cock dry, sending spasms through his body with every stroke. You don't allow his cock to soften, pumping him until his shaft swelled and thickened once more.

"You did so well," You praise, other hand coming to stroke his soft thigh. "Do you think you can do one more for me?" Voice silky, hoping he would grant you your wishes. With a weak nod, you see him bob his head, chest inflating and deflating with every breath. 

You waste no time pulling his spent panties down his legs, freeing him completely. Slick and wet cock, shining in the lights of his room. Your hand returns, pumping him, not satisfied until you see those pearls dribble down from his slit. He squirmed, thighs jumping, abs flexing as he threw his head back onto the bed again.

"Ah-!" Your lover cries out, hand coming to push yours away from his sensitive member. Swatting his hand away, it only drives you further, feeling him twitch in the palm of your hand, watching the first beads drip down his shaft. 

"I want you to ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?" You push off of him, standing to your feet and strip. Cool air kissing your skin as you lay on the mattress. Reaching your hand to your nightstand and pulling open the drawer, your fingers clasping over a bottle of lube and your pink opal strap on. You slip it over your hips and reach out to your pink faced boyfriend. With shaky arms, Rafayel crawls to you, still huffing out hot air, cock stiff and leaking as he settles on your lap.

The dildo pressed to his backside, your hands come down and kneed his ass cheeks. Two full handfuls as you massage them, soothing him as he made himself comfortable on your thighs. His hands coming to rest on your waist, holding him steady as you fondle him, fingers giving you a small but loving squeeze as his eyes bore into yours. Vibrant irises swirling with color, lust, and affection - moments like these made you realize just how much you loved this man. After a beat, you released him, hands finding the bottle of lube and coating your fingers.

"Are you ready, my fishy?" He nods, bobbing his head as he lifts himself off of you just enough for you to reach around. Fingers graze over his hole and you feel him clench, a small hiss at the sudden liquid. Your free hand hold onto his hip, squeezing it to let him know you would take care of him, that he is safe. Rafayel and you have used your strap a few times, him slowly warming up to it more and more but every time you started you could see the nervousness in his pretty eyes. "I have you," You promise, easing a finger through his tight ring of muscle. He relaxes, letting out a breath, allowing you to sink in deeper. He was so warm, wishing you had an actual cock so you can feel what it was like to be inside of him, feeling your own personal heaven.

He whines from above you, shifting his hips to let you know he wanted more. You reach another finger in, him relaxing more, taking your fingers to the base. You give him a moment to adjust, watching his face intently for any signs of discomfort or rejection. But the only thing you can find is his glossy pink lips parting, tongue darting out to swipe at them and his lust filled eyes calling out to you.

"More," Voice clear, almost demanding as he moves his hips, grinding back onto your hand. You oblige happily, pulling them out almost completely before thrusting them back in. He grants you a moan, eyes fluttering shut, his hair brushing along his cheeks as he tips his head forward. 

"Already such a mess and I haven't even fucked you yet, someone is a needy boy tonight," You coo, thumb brushing against his hip as you thrust your fingers into him again, this time curling them. 

"N-need you in me, M-Master!" Rafayel cries out, thrusting forward into the air between you. You don't waste any time, pulling your slicked up finger out and coating your fake cock with lube. No matter how much you wanted to push him down and fuck his brains out you knew you had to be patient, just for a little longer at least.

"Go slow," You soothed, holding his clothed hip firm as he slowly eased himself onto your fake cock. You watch as his mouth falls open, the tip of it sliding in his hole as he slowly sunk deeper until he consumed it to the hilt. His skin on yours was hot and damp, a light layer of sweat glowing on his skin as you watch him breathe in and out. 

Rafayel recovered in seconds, rising his hips before letting them fall back down, skin slapping on skin. You watch as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth to conceal his noises, those delicious sounds he kept from you. 

He rose his hips again, stiff cock slapping on your tummy as he fell back down, bobbing the hem of his skirt, dribbling his precum on your silky skin. When he rose once more you watch the thin string connect from your stomach to his head snap, before another bead rolled down his swollen shaft. You raised your hand and placed a hard smack to his ass cheek.

"F-fuck, ah!" Rafayel gasps out, shaky body lurching forward. You take the opportunity to shift your hips under him, hands coming to his waist so you can take control. One thrust, his sweet, beautiful cries ring out. Eyes closed, his flush spreading to his broad chest, looking ethereal and fucked out. 

"So pretty for me," You breathe, caressing his skin as you fuck up into him again, faster. He hummed in response, brain foggy and only filled with sex, not able to form words. 

The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the space around you, both of your moans clouding your mind as you give your all to your lover. Watching his godlike body crumble over every small touch you grant him, every twitch of his weeping cock as it smacked against your skin leaving behind marks of his love for you. You wanted nothing more than to watch him come undone, paint your body as you feel him shake with pleasure on top of you.

"Close-" Your lover shivers out, hands coming to hold you tight as he squeezed his eyes shut. You bless him with another spank, it ringing off of the walls as he falls to your chest, arms giving out beneath him. 

"Yeah? I want you to cum for me, fishy," You whisper in his ear, hot breath fanning down his neck and making him groan. That was enough to send him over the edge, a string of high pitch moans falling from his beautiful lips as you feel him twitch twice, then his warm, hot liquid seep between your bodies. You don't stop, slowing your hips to lazy thrusts until every last drop drained from his balls, every spurt met with its own thrust. Sweaty forehead nestled in the crook of your neck as he cries, lips pressed to your skin, hands grabbing you wherever he can, rubbing his softening cock against your body. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to your chest as you ride out his high with him. 

Slowly, your boyfriend stills, hips jerking once before settling quietly in your arms, breath fanning over your skin as he fights to control himself. You ease out of him, earning a hiss in response, but once you're out he bares his full weight onto you, crushing you beneath him onto the bed. You kiss him, lips brushing on his temple as you feel his rapid heart beat against your chest. 

"You did so well for me, baby," Cooing as you pet his dam hair. 

"Well obviously," His cocky attitude returning in no time as he huffed out of breath, making you laugh out loud with how ridiculous he could be at times. 

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I was just interested if you were a suckered for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope as I am. In the sense where fabrics and a abundance of organic flora was considered more common for higher class cybertronains but that even then it was pretty scarce. Imagine a bot or con after getting over their fears or mild disgust of the squishness of humans so to speak the next few things they notice is how many types of hair there are. How many styles and how many different ways to dye said hair. It drives them nuts the feel such softer fibers all together to make a more denser form. Curled,staight,wavy it all catches their optics. Painted nails almost similar to paint for their frames. Tattoos so intriguing. A human willingly damaging their surface that is more fragile than their metallic frames. It's a living scar. And they can't help but slowly come to love it to when they see how much their human complain does. But fabric? God they almost get drunk off of it. When they get a hug they shiver at the smooth article that brushes on their frame. The variety. So many styles and colors. So many meaning behind patterns and techniques. They can't help but almost grow jealous hearing how far back a simple stich can come from in human history. Humanity dressing itself in plush silks and flimsy polyester but it's all gold compared to what the cybertronains have come to crave. Imagine them having made themselves smaller so they could be inside your living space and they can't help but notice all the fabrics. All the plush surfaces. Their in heaven fully convinced they're going to meet the great primes. And if you had a scented burning candle? Sweet or citrus they can't help but want to inhale deeply to capture the scent. Perfumes? God their drunk whenever a human walks into a enclosed space because all mechs and femmes are fighting themselves to not snatch you up and keep you. If you use scented body wash or scented lotion then can practically taste it on your skin if you are near or hug them. They crave it when it's late at night and they've got you sobbing and thighs shaking as they kiss and lap at your scented thighs. And if theirs multiple humans in a space? That almost has a bot slurring their words as iff they just had the best energon. Just some thoughts haha I'm very sorry it's so long. I'm just a suckered for all these headcanons and just how while they may be disgusted and have hatred for humanity some fo them can't help but swoon for so many qualitys of their human companions that are nothing like their skin. So soft and complaint and so very warm at heart.

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

Ratchet x reader. Involving perfumes effecting cybertronians like a sex potion or sex pollen.

Then I have

Starscream x reader. Involving the infamous dress and him testing out different outfits on his partner.

This small collection of bots reacting to nipple piercings (was like my first fic I ever wrote here)

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I am quite a sucker for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope. I really enjoy writing cybertronians who adore seeing their partner drapped in shimmering fabrics. Becuase to the human its could just be a satin sheet, but to the cybertronian it is luxury, it showcases so much about you and every chance they get they love getting to just feel or touch the fabrics.

Imagine: your cybertronian is sat on theirs berth which is a mix of almost foam matting(yoga mat/ expanding foam) They don't lay on just metal but it's not particularly comfortable for their human. So one day, they introduced them to memory foam, and its like the bots world has opened up. It becomes a soft, comfortable recharge. But as you start bringing sheets, blankets, and your pillows, it makes the bots feel as if they are falling in love. They love it when you drape the soft fabric over them and make yourself almost a next on their chassis with the soft bedding. To they it feels like a luxury that you are pampering them even if it's just to make yourself more comfortable. It's the fact you leave them in their suite on their berth take makes their spark clench in delight knowing you'll be coming back.

I also tend to write cybertronains have alot more nasal sensors and detectors to the point they can break down the partials to annalise them. The smell of fresh lining is something that effects them almost like catnip with a cat. They will roll around in the fabric optics wide. Engines roaring in delight. As their joints squeak and clank against the walls.

I also love writing that Fabric was something that only the Highest of society had on cybertron, but mainly due to have small the fibers are it is extremely hard for cybertronains to replicate the material, so it fetched for high prices when Imported from organic planets. If you were of the lower classes, you would be lucky if you had a tarp or some sort of soft plastic as it was also still very sort after. So you can imagine how the cybertronains reacted once on earth, even while undercover. Fabric is such a huge part of human culture that cybertronians, when they find even just a pretty scrap of Fabric, keep it as a token. As if to say "frag you" to the universe.

But I can also see a human finding the stash of Fabric cut off's and offering to sew them all together in an almost patchwork like blanket for their bot and you can bet your ass you will have that cybertronian on thier knees worshipping you for it.

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"Hey, we have hail forecasted," their voice calls out to the vehicle parked in the driveway. The cybertronian is rather quiet as they register what was said to them. "It isn't acid rain, so it won't be anything too bad." they try to argue only to have a large old blanket thrown over them. "Hey, what are you doing?" It sends shock throught their system having something so soft drapped over their frame.

"I'm covering you up so you don't get hail damage, I sadly can't get you into the garage at the moment so the next best thing I can do is cover you up with some blankets and a tarp so you don't get damaged by ice falling out of the sky" they explain as they throw another over the vehicle. Making sure to fully cover the bot before throwing a waterproof tarp over them, too. "Sorry, I don't have anything better than this, but it will keep you dry and our of harm's way." Those words hit their spark in a way they never would have thought it would. They are left almost speechless, cosy, and somewhat warm as the hailstorm rolls in.

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When it comes to hair colour, skin colour, and tattoos. It fascinates them so much to see such diversity and colour on a species they originally believed to be quite dull. It gets to the point when making their holoform avatars they love exploring and expressing themselves as if making a sims character. Even going as far as some get custom paint jobs of the tattoos, they get on their avatars because, for them, it's the closest thing they can have to tattoos. But think about you getting a tattoo in a shop right across from where your cybertronian partner is getting their paint job because it was a cute couples day out.

And don't get me started on how much cybertronians love human's hair. The fibers are so different to them and they love the feeling of it, they just have to be very careful when running a digit theought thier lovers hair as to not get it jammed in the joints causing you pain.

Another thing that cybertronians are fascinated by is humans' willingness to injure themselves in the name of beauty. From tattoos, piercings, injections, and surgery. In honesty, it's not that different from frame ulteration, but they don't know how a human can do it. The bots can turn their pain sensors off while humans are just soldier on through it.

I love the idea that the bots also horde car freshners that their humans get them. It becomes a full-on pokemon card situation of them trading double ups, begging their partner to get them others so they can rub it in their friends' faces. But air freshners weren't a thing until Earth, and the bots love how it makes their frame smell different from the oil, grease, and car smell.

But perfumes gods I love the idea that perfumes have a certain chemical reaction to Cybertronian systems to the point to turns them into a raging horny bot who can't get enough of how your skin taste and how desperately they try to literally lick the perfume off your skin as if it were the riches and most expensive high grade energex on the market. It also leads to a lot of personal working with the bots not being allowed to wear perfume/cologne. Deodorants don't affect them the same way, but they also enjoy how they smell quite a bit.

But yes I love the idea of perfumes pretty much working like a pheromone spray and don't get me started on actual pheromones spray, your not leaving that bots berth for atleast 3 days, they will bring you food, water and anything you want but it literally overrides their system protocol and makes them desperate to breed you.

In conclusion, DO NOT wear perfume or Pheromone spray near the bots unless you don't intend to be leaving the berth for at least 3 days if not more becyase they can and will keep you their.

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I'm BEGGING you to write Jayce x chubby!reader. On my knees istg. Love your work ❤️

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭! 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 (´-ω-`)

𝐒𝐅𝐖

✰ Jayce ADORES your body.

✰ Jayce isn’t just “fine” with you—he worships you. He loves how soft and plush you are, and he makes sure you know it. He doesn’t just casually compliment you; he makes a whole show out of it.

✰ If you’re insecure, he’s immediately shutting that down. “What do you mean?? That’s my favorite part. Every inch of you is perfect, babe.”

✰ He’s always touching you—whether it’s resting a hand on your thigh, pulling you into his lap, or running his fingers along your arms and waist. He’s obsessed with the way your body feels against his, how there’s no sharp angles, just warmth.

✰ He loves seeing you in tight clothes. You might feel a bit shy about it, but to him, it’s heaven. A body-hugging dress? A fitted blouse that highlights your curves? He’s struggling to keep his hands to himself.

✰ “You don’t even know how unfair you are,” he murmurs in your ear, hands sneaking around your waist.

✰ He’s a big guy, but he still thinks you’re the one who’s perfect for cuddling.

✰ Jayce is HUGE—broad shoulders, solid muscle, built like a damn statue. But when it comes to cuddling, he thinks you’re perfect.

✰ He’ll often just collapse onto you, resting his head on your chest or lap, claiming it’s “the most comfortable pillow in all of Piltover.”

✰ He’s obsessed with holding you, especially when you’re lying in bed. He loves draping an arm over your stomach or wrapping around you from behind. He likes feeling you there, soft and warm against him.

✰ If you ever complain about feeling “too heavy” to sit on his lap? He looks offended. “Babe, do you know how much I lift every day? You think I can’t handle you? Sit.”

✰ He spoils you, and he won’t take no for an answer.

✰ If you ever hesitate to buy nice clothes because of sizing issues or self-consciousness, Jayce takes it personally. He insists on finding you pieces that make you feel stunning. “If they don’t make your size, we’ll get it custom-made. Problem solved.”

✰ He’s your biggest hype man.

✰ He hypes you up constantly—if you’re trying on outfits, walking down the street, or just existing, he’s there, hyping you up.

✰ “You’re the most beautiful person in any room you walk into,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

✰ If anyone dares to make a rude comment about your weight? Jayce loses it. He’s instantly at your side, towering over whoever said it, his usual easygoing demeanor vanishing. “Say that again. I dare you.”

✰ But more than defending you, he makes sure you don’t believe those words. He reminds you every day how much he adores you.

✰ Loves lifting you

✰ He finds any excuse to pick you up—bridal style, over his shoulder, whatever he can get away with.

✰ If you’re hesitant about it, he’ll prove to you just how easy it is for him. He lifts you effortlessly, flexing his muscles just to show off. “Told you,” he smirks.

✰ He loves feeling your soft thighs around his waist when you wrap your legs around him.

✰ Loves laying his head on your soft stomach after a long day. “This is heaven,” he mumbles against your skin.

✰ He adores giving you massages—his big, strong hands kneading into your plush thighs, rubbing your back, or pressing into your shoulders after a stressful day.

✰ Always grabs a handful of your thigh when he’s driving, idly stroking your skin.

✰ If you have dimples, stretch marks, or any little details you’re insecure about, he makes sure you know they’re beautiful. He’ll trace them with his fingers and murmur sweet things against your skin.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

✰ Jayce loses his mind when he gets you naked. The way your body spreads out on the bed? The way your plush thighs press together? He’s HARD before he even touches you.

✰ He loves grabbing handfuls of you. Your hips, your waist, your thighs—he kneads and squeezes as he fucks into you, groaning about how perfect you feel.

✰ If you’re on top, he worships the way your body moves with each movement. He grips your hips, watches you ride him, eyes glazed over with pure lust. “Fuck, babe—keep going, let me see you.”

✰ He loves eating you out. He’ll grab your thick thighs and press them apart, burying himself between them, kissing and biting and sucking at your inner thighs before finally eating you like a man starved.

✰ “You taste so fucking sweet,” he groans against you.

✰ He lives for pressing you against a surface—bending you over a desk, pinning you against a wall, keeping you trapped between his broad chest and whatever’s behind you.

✰ He’s obsessed with the feeling of your plush thighs gripping him while he pounds into you. He’ll grab your legs, hold them apart, and lose himself in the feeling of your softness around him.

✰ “You’re the best thing I’ve ever fucking had,” he groans, voice rough as he fucks into you.

✰ He groans every time he palms your ass, running his hands over your thick thighs, gripping your love handles like they were made for him to hold.

✰ "Fuck, babe," he mutters, his big hands roaming your body. "You have no idea how perfect you are."

✰ He makes it a point to show you just how much he loves every soft, thick, plush inch of you-especially if you're insecure. He wants you to feel sexy.

✰ "You think I want someone else when I could have this?" he growls, gripping your ass and pulling you against his hard cock.

✰ He loves marking you up—your neck, your shoulders, your thighs. He wants to see bruises, bites, little love marks that remind you just how much he wants you.

✰ Aftercare is just as intense. He adores holding you afterward, pulling you close against his chest, stroking your back while whispering how much he loves you.

Jayce doesn’t just tolerate your body—he loves it, worships it, is utterly obsessed with it. He wants to make sure you never feel insecure, never doubt your worth, and always know just how deeply he desires you. Whether he’s holding you close, lifting you effortlessly, or showing you just how good he can make you feel—he’s there, making sure you know he’s never letting you go.

[yukioos]

Hey, so I came across your blog a few weeks ago and absolutely loved it. What about Tenya Iida with a chubby reader? I feel like he would WORSHIP her.

tenya worshipping his chubby girlfriend

“oh, it finally delivered!” you exclaimed, receiving a notification from your phone that a package was delivered near the UA campus, and someone would directly bring it to your dorm.

suddenly, a knock was at your door. one of the staff members at the school brought a package to your dorm, so you quickly thanked them and shut the door once they left. your boyfriend, tenya, was also excited about the delivery. apparently, you bought a cute pink set with heart holes in it, and you had been waiting for that for a week.

he paused his studying and writing to exclaim, “will you try it on?”

you giggled, “‘course i will, handsome! i’ll be right back, hang on!”

he grinned but looked away, continuing to write on his study guide sheet of paper. rubbing his forehead, he tried to forget about how excited you were but failed. it was evident by the tips of his ears turning a bit red.

once you had changed into the new outfit, you opened the door and walked out of your bathroom. tenya glanced up from his paper, and his eyebrows suddenly relaxed, not furrowed anymore. his eyes widened, and his mouth opened a bit.

it wasn’t usual for your boyfriend to be seen this way, or surprised, at all. normally he had full control over himself and had self-composure, but all of that faded once he saw you.

you twirled around, clearly pleased with your outfit and how it looked on you. tenya shyly smiled and softened his voice, “you look beautiful.”

blush started to spread onto your face, and you sat down on your bed next to him. he immediately and gently rubbed your hip. you looked amazing perfect to him. how could someone create another person so attractive?

but god, the way the clothes hugged your body so perfectly made him shudder. your curves, the softness of your body, everything about you took over his mind. he hadn’t even noticed he was staring at you until you waved your hand in front of him.

“tenya, baby, are you okay?” you worriedly asked, placing a soft hand on his cheek.

he nodded, “i apologize for looking at you inappropriately.” he ashamedly admitted, wanting you to know the truth.

he continued to rub the skin not covered by cloth, and you took your hand away from his cheek to press a plush kiss onto his lips.

once you pulled away, you chuckled, “you don’t have to apologize for that, honey. i like knowing you think i look good!”

tenya smiled and, after a few minutes of just complimenting you, got back to helping you study for a test. of course, his mind wasn’t fully focused on the context of the test, but rather you.

i’m so glad you love my writing!!! i really hope you like this one, too. this is my first time writing for a chubby reader so i hope it’s okay!

[starrieangel]

🧸Mouthwashing Crew Takes U to Build-A-Bear🧸

i am letting the autism win with this one boys

Here are some imagines for the Mouthwashing crew taking you to Build-A-Bear! They'll pick out a bear for you and help you fill it with love, give it a bath, and even record a special message just for you! This is sickly sweet and incredibly self-indulgent- I have a lot of emotions for this game. I've written fic before, but never on tumblr and never a fluff fic abt a gruesome psychological horror game, so I hope you enjoy ♡♡

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Female Reader, (Implied) Age Regressor Reader, i made jimmy normal and not a psychopath (for fun)

Curly

Curly would pick the Happy Hugs Teddy Bear for you!

Okay, really Curly let you pick which bear you wanted. There's no way he could decide out of all the choices there, plus he might not pick the right one and he really wants you to just get one you'll really love- he would definitely overthink things. So of course you had to pick one with the same wavy blonde locks that remind you of him ♡

For his special message, he would say,

"You’re my special girl."

In his sweet and soft voice. If he had his way, he would sing a lullaby, so that when you couldnt sleep at night, you could squeeze your teddy and hear his voice sing you to sleep- but he’s way too shy to do that in public, so he kept it a bit short but sweet.

You both give the heart a kiss and a rub, and Curly helps you fill the bear with just the right amount of stuffing.

He would definitely turn beet red when he realizes how often you're going to be pressing the bear's tummy just to hear his voice... HE'S SHY..!! And now everyone is going to hear him be SOFT OH GOD..

But he melts when you look up at him, so so happy you have a teddy that makes you feel just as safe and loved as he does, so maybe a little bit of embarrassment is worth it

Bonus Idea: If for some reason there was a Post-Crash Curly in this scenario, then when you two cuddle he would reach over and press the bear's tummy whenever he wants to remind you that you're still his special girl, even if he can't say it to you himself ♡

Anya

Anya would pick the Wolf Pup Stuffed Animal for you!

Anya would choose a wolf because she was a wolf girl growing up of its pretty silver color and their connection to the moon ♡ One of her favorite activities is looking up at the stars with you, and now you'll have a soft new friend to join you two.

Her special message to you would be

"I'll always love you, starlight."

She would say in her soft and silky voice, using her special pet name for you to make you smile.

"Let's make sure she's squeaky clean, okay?" She would say, helping you brush the plush's fur and give it a pretend bath, rubbing behind its ears for good measure.

She'd ruffle your hair and tell you what a good job you did!

When you get home, she would spray it with her perfume so it even smells like her ♡ I think she would smell like lavender or clean linen :)

Daisuke

Daisuke would pick the Sun Sparkle Teddy Bear for you!

Daisuke would pick this bear for you because of all the fun colors !!! (And because you said no to his sillier picks... no, you do not want a minions build a bear, Daisuke...)

His special message to you is

"Hi Pookie I just want you to know I think you're like totally the cutest girl ever! And I hope whenever you hug this bear you think of me and that way you won't ever ever have to miss me! And- Oh, the lady is telling me Im running out of ti-"

Even when he isn't trying, Daisuke is always making you laugh.

In fact, when stuffing the bear, he may have tried to overfill it just a tad... It was almost impossible to sew the bear closed.

He would definitely go on a small shopping spree picking out all the outfits your bear will need (Surfing, at the office, fancy dinner, etc. Typical bear activites.) Until you calm him down and pick out just one cute Hawaiian shirt for your new friend to wear :)

Jimmy

Jimmy would pick the Fuzzy Fox Stuffed Animal for you!

I think he would choose this one because of the muted colors. It's not overly bright and cheery but still cute enough for his little girl. (But not cuter than him, right? ... Right?!)

For his voice message, he would say:

"I love you, baby doll..."

in a low, gravelly voice. He’s embarrassed to say anything, to be honest, doubly so when both you and the worker go "Awww!" at his declaration.

He lets you rub the heart and add it to your new friend.

He would tell you you overstuffed him, now he's fat (He's just teasing)

He's always messing with you and playing with you. When you go to give your new friend a bath, he plays with the plushie while you try to bathe it. "I don't want a bath! Noo, I wanna stay dirty! You're drowning me!" He puts on a funny voice, just for you. You're the only one who can get him to lighten up, smile, and be playful like this, especially when you giggle and desperately try to give your mischievous plushie a pretend bath.

[bloodibambiidoll]

omg omg i need weird!reader and rafe walking around the woods and reader getting horny so rafe fucks her real good kdjwoqywlsbqks i cant

A million times yes. This is so them I’m obsessed. Thank you for this idea nonnie! Fucking outside, choking, rough unprotected sex, bondage, lil bit of breeding kink, spanking(with a belt), and a lil bit of fluff at the end, as a treat. A lil over 2k words. 18+MDNI!!

It was an average Saturday afternoon for you and Rafe. You drug him out to some random ass spot in the woods for one of your impromptu photo shoots and also “to look for cool rocks” in your own words. Rafe used to act semi annoyed that you turned him into a trained Instagram boyfriend but at this point he’s happy to do it. He loves watching you get dressed in your pretty little outfits and how you always have a vision down to the scenery. He adores your creativity.

After he had snapped probably over a hundred photos of you the two of you slowly made your way back to the car. You weren’t in any hurry. It was a beautiful day as the sun started to set into dusk, the glowing golden light shining through the branches of the trees as a perfect temperature breeze blew through your hair. You look at your boyfriend with heart eyes as he treks through the crunchy foliage with his hand in yours. His white tee is taunt around his shoulders and it’s just short enough that everytime he lifts his arms just right it reveals a sliver of his waist. The dark washed jeans he’s wearing are hugging his ass just right and there was just something about him in a SnapBack that made you feel especially feral. It didn’t hurt that he did all of this just for you, who could blame you if you wanted him to fuck you into the dirty forest floor.

“Heeeeyyy, Raafeee.” You call out to him in a sing song tone that causes him to let out a sigh because you only use that tone when you want something or you’re about to ask him some outlandish shit.

“What is it, princess?” His steps come to a halt and he turns his large frame towards you as he gives you a skeptical look.

“Do you wanna fuck?” You look up at him with a devilish smirk that completely contradicts how much of an angel you look like right now. The sun is shining through the trees down onto you like a spotlight in that pretty little white dress and sometimes he truly can’t believe you’re real.

“Right now?” Rafe chuckles as he returns your smirk with one of his own.

“Yeah, right fuckin’ now, baby. I want you to fuck me into the dirt.” Your voice is saccharine as you close the distance between you and lace your fingers in the soft cotton material of his shirt.

“God, I fuckin’ love you, you know that?” The corner of Rafe’s lips quirk into a smirk and his hands snake around you to grab onto your ass through the thin material of your dress.

“Yeah? You’re pretty alright too, I guess.” You giggle and lean towards him so your bodies are flush against each other as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Good. Because I’m about to fuck you into the ground like a dirty little whore.” Rafe starts to walk you until your back is pressed against a nearby tree before wrapping his hand around your throat and using his grip to connect your lips in a messy, wet kiss. Rafe grabs onto your hips and flips you so you're facing the tree. He grips onto your wrists so he can guide your hands to rest against the rough bark as his knee pushes your legs open at the same time. His palms run down your arms to your lower back where he pushes until you’re arched enough for his liking.

“Oh, look at you. You look so pretty in this dress baby. Like a fuckin’ Angel or some shit.” He runs his hands over your asscheeks before grabbing onto them roughly squeezing and jiggling your plush skin. “Too bad I’m gonna get you all dirty…”

He roughly pushes your dress up before cracking his hands down on both sides of your ass.

“Oh fuuuck.” You whine and moan as he spanks you again and again.

“Get this shit outta my fuckin’ way.” His fingers loop through the holes in your white fishnets before tearing them at the crotch and not stopping until your entire ass was exposed to him. He groans at the sight before him. The tights are ripped so they’re practically framing your ass like a piece of fucking art. You’re so wet the inside of your thighs are glistening and that tiny white thong was practically being swallowed by your creamy pussy.

“Goddamn, my perfect fuckin’ slut. So wet for me and I haven’t even touched your desperate little cunt yet.” You hear the sound of his belt buckle clanking and your pussy clenches in anticipation at what’s to come.

“You gonna spank me with your belt daddy?” Rafe can hear the smirk in your voice as you wiggle your ass and arch your back further. He swears if he had a ring he might propose to you right now.

“Yeah. You’re getting ten. Count.” You hear the whoos of the expensive leather gliding through the air before it lands a harsh smack on your ass.

“Oh fuck! One.” He glides the smooth leather across your skin before giving you another, harsher smack. “Two!”

“Now, say ‘thank you daddy’.” Two more blows come down on either side of your ass and it has you jolting forward causing the rugged bark of the tree to dig into your soft palms.

“Three. Four! Thank you daddy!” Five, six, and seven are the hardest yet but you count them all, thanking him after each one.

“So good for me, princess. Look so fuckin’ sexy right now. Two more. Count em’.” Rafe slides the belt between your legs, bringing it up to smack against your wet, barely clothed cunt.

“Fuck - oh my god - Nine.” He hits your pussy again and you feel like your legs are going to buckle from the mix of pain and pleasure your boyfriend is dealing you. “Ten!”

“Good fuckin’ girl, think you earned a reward, huh?” Rafe pushes your panties to the side and shoves two fingers knuckle deep inside you all in one motion. You don’t even have time to think before he’s thrusting them in and out of you at a brutal pace. “Gimme one, cum all over my fingers and then I’ll pound this tight little pussy till you cry.”

Rafe curves his fingers and pushes his thumb against your clit and that’s all it takes to have you gushing around his thick digits. “Yeah, that’s fuckin’ it, fuckin’ cum for me.”

He doesn’t stop until he feels your walls stop pulsing around him and your knees start to buckle. He pulls your back against his front and shoves his slick covered fingers past your lips. You take them in, greedily sucking your own taste from his skin.

“Please fuck me.” You whine and push your ass back against his clothed cock. He pulls his fingers from your mouth so he can push the straps of your dress down causing it to pool around your feet. You’re bare before him aside from what’s left of your tights and the black platform boots on your feet.

“Get on your knees. Hands behind your back.” You oblige him, lowering yourself down onto the fallen leaves and dirt below you. Rafe kneels down behind you with his belt in hand and wraps it around your wrists so you’re bound before him. “My perfect little toy. My pretty little doll tied up all pretty for me.”

He grabs onto one of your tits roughly pinching your nipple between two of his fingers while the other grips onto your jaw. His hard cock presses against your ass and god you want him so bad. He presses wet, open mouthed kisses on the column of your throat before licking a stripe along it.

“Tell me. Tell me you’re my pretty little toy to use.” The hand not on your jaw starts to make work of his button and zipper, pulling his thick cock from his pants. He thrusts forward so it slides perfectly between your thighs, his hard shaft rubbing perfectly between your pussy lips.

“I’m your toy, daddy. Just a hole for you. Please fuck me.” You whine and wiggle your hips, rubbing your messy cunt on his cock, desperate for any friction.

“I love it when you’re desperate and pathetic.” You can hear the smirk in Rafe’s voice as his large hand splays across your upper back and pushes you down until your cheek is against the ground and your ass is in the air. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

He lines himself up with your entrance and slams into you to the hilt. He immediately finds your sweet spot as he plunges his cock deep inside of you at a brutal pace. He grips onto the belt restraining your hands, using it to pull you back harder onto his cock with each thrust.

“Yeah daddy, fucking use me.” Rafe practically growls at your words as his free hand comes down to press your cheek further into the mud. It's so messy and primal. The way he’s fucking you like a bitch in heat while the ground below you dirties your skin and your milk white tights. Your expensive calf high boots are surely covered as well but you can’t bring yourself to care when this just might be the hottest sex you’ve ever had. Rafe uses his grip on the belt to pull you up so your back is flush against him, forcing him even deeper than ever as he continues to impale you with his thick cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ nasty, I fuckin’ love you.” Rafe grips onto your throat and it has your pussy pulsing around him as you cum undone on his dick. “Fuck, that’s right, cum on my cock, my perfect little whore.”

“Fuck, I love you daddy, I love you, I love you.” You’re babbling, drunk off his cock as drool starts to drip down your chin and onto Rafe’s digits. “Want your cum. Fuck me full, want it so bad.”

“Oh fuuuuck. Yeah - fuck yeah baby, gonna breed this cunt, don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna give you his cum.” You feel his cock slip from inside you and before you can question what he’s doing he’s unlooping your hands and flipping you onto your back. His dick slides back into you with ease, you lock your legs around his hips, using your boot covered feet to push him even deeper. His hands come down on either side of your head as he resumes fucking you vigorously.

“Takin’ me so well, princess, my dirty fuckin’ girl.” Rafe leans down so he can connect your lips in a filthy kiss as his plush lips practically swallow you whole. “Oh - fuck - I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.”

His hips slam against yours over and over before he tenses above you as he paints your walls. The feeling sends you over the edge with him as you milk his cock for all it’s worth.

“Goddamn.” Rafe chuckles as he pushes himself up so he can look down at you. Your hair is a disaster of leaves and tangles, there’s dirt smudged on your cheeks and across your chest but god do you still look like an angel. “You’re perfect, ya know that?”

“Mmm, you’re pretty perfect too.” You giggle and pull him down into a much more tender kiss. He obliges you for a few moments before pulling away.

“Aight, let’s get off this dirty ass ground and get you home, yeah? Get you in a bath and shit.” He pushes himself up and tucks his cock back into his pants before leaning down to hook his hands under your arms and man handle you to your feet. He grabs your dress from the ground and pulls it over your head before trying to get a few of the leaves out of your hair.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect. I love you, Rafe.” You smile at him like he’s your whole world and he feels his heart warm. He’s been wanting to marry you more and more lately.

“Got me all fuckin’ soft.” Rafe scoffs and rolls his eyes as he takes your hand in his and leads you back to the car.

All Things Rafe & His Weird!Girl Here

Tagging some moots: @sturnioloshacker @bimbotrashcan @babygorewhore @starkeysprincess

[gdinthehouseee]

Killshot: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: ji-yong's been a fan of you, a famous model and designer, for a while now, so naturally he's ecstatic when he finally gets the chance to meet you in person. who knew you could make him so flustered?

word count: 3645

tags: fluff; flirting and teasing

ao3 link

Electric elegance and excitement filled the venue—the kind of anticipation that only a Chanel fashion show could conjure. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the grand space, illuminating rows of impeccably dressed guests—celebrities, designers, editors, and the elite of the fashion world. The rhythmic click of cameras never ceased, flashes reflecting off polished marble floors and the towering floral arrangements that framed the runway.

Ji-yong sat comfortably in the front row, his sharp gaze flicking between the models gliding down the catwalk and the intricate details of the new collection. He appreciated the craftsmanship, the way each piece moved like art in motion. But tonight, his mind wasn’t entirely on the designs. There was an undercurrent of anticipation in his chest, a quiet thrill he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

He knew you were walking this show. 

Then, the lights shifted. The music swelled into something dramatic, elegant. A sign of the show’s crescendo. And then—there you were. The moment you stepped onto the runway, he felt his breath hitch. Of course, he’s seen you on countless posters, magazines, even billboards. But, being so close to you in the same room and watching you work was something else entirely. 

Beauty is subjective—something that couldn’t truly be defined, only felt. But in that moment, as you moved down the runway with effortless grace, he realized just how wrong he was. You were breathtaking, in a way that wasn’t just about flawless features or the way the couture hugged your figure. It was the quiet confidence in your stride, the way the lights seemed to chase after you, the soft yet commanding intensity in your eyes. Every movement was deliberate, every glance a silent declaration that you belonged here, at the pinnacle of the fashion world. Ji-yong wasn’t easily starstruck, but something about you—about the way you carried yourself like art brought to life—had him completely mesmerized.

Which is why he almost forgot how to breathe when your eyes met his. 

For the rest of the show, he couldn’t seem to get that visual out of his mind. Not that he wanted to. He was trying to remain reasonable with his inner monologue, how that moment was most likely nothing more than a coincidence and how you could have easily made eye contact with anybody; it just happened to be him. Yet, he wanted to pretend as if that shared glance was all for him. 

Before he knew it, the show was over. He didn’t completely realise until he noticed whoever that previously sat next to him were now long gone, likely making their way to the exclusive post-show party. A party he was invited to. A party he normally would have declined, but he just couldn’t pass up this opportunity to finally talk to you.  He found himself weaving through the sea of designers, celebrities, and fashion insiders. The atmosphere was different now—still glamorous, but more relaxed, buzzing with post-show energy. Champagne glasses clinked, laughter bubbled from plush seating areas, and flashes of couture shimmered under the dim, moody lighting. Conversations blurred into one another, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was scanning the room, searching for you.

As if the universe had been waiting for the perfect moment, he spotted you.

Standing near the bar, effortlessly stunning in a sleek post-show outfit, you were laughing at something someone had said, your head tilting slightly as your lips curled into a smirk. The sight made something warm stir in his chest—because somehow, despite the grandeur of it all, you still stood out the most.

This was it. His chance.

Ji-yong exhaled, rolling his shoulders back, trying to shake the ridiculous nervous energy he felt creeping in. He was G-Dragon. He was the idol of idols, the king of K-pop. And yet, when it came to you, he suddenly wasn’t so sure what to do with himself. Should he introduce himself properly? What is he going to do with his hands? What about his expression? Where should he look? God forbid, you make eye contact and suddenly his mouth stops working. 

Before he could decide on his approach, you turned. And your eyes met his. His heart threatened to jump out of his chest when he watched you excuse yourself from whoever you were talking to and started heading directly towards him. Holy shit. 

The truth was you had felt his gaze before you even turned to look. There was something unmistakable about it—intense yet curious, lingering but not intrusive. And when you finally met his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile.

Kwon Ji-yong. The G-Dragon. The icon. The artist who had painted himself into your heart without even realising The man you had admired from afar, just as he had admired you. He was standing just a few feet away, looking far too cool in his tailored black suit, silver rings glinting under the low lighting. But there was something else too, something almost boyish in the way his fingers toyed with said rings, as if he were debating whether to come over. You decided to make it easy for him.

“If you’re going to stare, you might as well say hello.”

Ji-yong blinked, caught off guard for half a second before his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. He stepped closer, effortlessly slipping into your space like he belonged there. “In my defense, it’s kind of hard not to stare when the most stunning person in the room is standing right in front of me.”

You huffed a laugh, amused at how smoothly he recovered. “Flatterer.”

“Just honest.” His eyes gleamed with mischief, and you swore you saw the faintest hint of pink dust his ears, though he covered it well.

You took a slow sip of your drink, feigning contemplation. “You know, it’s funny… I always figured if we met, you’d be the cool one.”

He raised a brow. “And?”

“And yet here you are, acting like a total fanboy.” You grinned, watching his reaction.

Once more, he was caught off guard, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest hint of pink creeping up his neck, the way his fingers instinctively tightened around the glass in his hand. His usual effortless confidence faltered, just for a moment, and it was honestly adorable.

His gaze flickered away, then back to you, like he was trying to recover. “I—” He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Okay, wow.”

“Oh my god,” you teased, grinning wide now. “You’re actually flustered.”

“I am not flustered.” He cleared his throat, shifting his stance, but that just made it worse.

You gasped, placing a hand over your heart dramatically. “Wait. Have you been waiting for this moment? Oh no—Ji-yong, do you have a little crush?”

The moment your lips formed his name—soft, effortless, like you’d said it a thousand times before—Ji-yong swore his brain short-circuited. It wasn’t just the way you said it, but the way it settled in the air between you, like it belonged there. His name had been spoken by millions—fans, interviewers, friends—but somehow, coming from you, it sounded entirely new. Warmer. Sweeter. And damn, even your voice was beautiful. Smooth, rich, laced with amusement, like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. For the first time in a long time, the man who always had the perfect words—a born lyricist—found himself momentarily speechless.

“Did I just make G-Dragon speechless?”

“No,” he denied, but his voice came out just a fraction slower than usual. How did you already know him so well in this short span of time?

You tilted your head, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Because you looked a little—how do I put this?—overwhelmed there for a second.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he swirled the drink in his glass, clearly trying to think of what to say next. He was plotting an immediate revenge, but you simply couldn’t resist pushing a little more. “I mean, I get it. If I were you, I’d be overwhelmed too. Meeting me must be a pretty big deal.”

“Wow. Modest, aren’t you?”

“I like to think I’m just self-aware.”

Ji-yong clicked his tongue, leaning in slightly as he rested his elbow against the bar. “Fine, I’ll admit it—I was excited to meet you. Maybe even a little nervous.”

“Nervous?” You echoed.

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

You beamed, reveling in the moment. “Ji-yong, are you telling me you had a little pre-game pep talk before coming over here?”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face before leveling you with a halfhearted glare. “You really don’t let up, do you?”

“Not when I’m having this much fun.”

He sighed dramatically, setting his drink down before crossing his arms. “Okay, since you’re enjoying yourself so much, tell me—how would you have imagined this going?”

You pretended to think for a moment. “Hmm… I figured you’d walk in here all cool and effortless, maybe hit me with a ‘Nice to finally meet you,’ like it was no big deal.”

“And now?”

“Now?” You grinned. “I think I might be your biggest weakness.”

He stared at you for a moment, then scoffed, shaking his head as a slow smile spread across his lips. “Alright, you win this round.”

You clinked your glass against his, eyes twinkling. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ve been winning since you first laid eyes on me.”

He chuckled, desperately ignoring the way his heart fluttered at the pet name, finally regaining some of his usual confidence. “See, now you’re just showing off.”

You shrugged playfully. “Like I said. Self-aware.”

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head in amusement before leaning in just a fraction closer, his voice lowering. “In that case… how about we make this interesting?”

“Oh?”

An unfortunately charming smile tugged at his lips. “You’ve had your fun teasing me. Now let’s see if you can handle it when I start playing back.”

Challenge accepted. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, studying the way his smirk deepened, how his confidence settled back into place like he had just remembered who he was. Global icon, master of charm. And apparently, a man who had just decided to turn the game around on you. Interesting.

“You think you can fluster me?” You challenged.

“I don’t think.” He set his glass down carefully, voice dropping just slightly. “I know.”

A spark of anticipation ran through you, but you refused to show it. “Big words, sweetheart. You sure you can back them up?”

His gaze flickered down to your lips—quick, subtle, almost imperceptible. But you caught it. Oh, he was dangerous.

Ji-yong hummed thoughtfully. “You’re right. Maybe I should start small.” He leaned in just a fraction, close enough that you could catch the faintest hint of his cologne—warm, woody, intoxicating. “Like pointing out how, for all your teasing, you haven’t taken your eyes off me once.”

Your fingers tightened around your glass instinctively. Damn it. He had noticed.

His smirk widened. “Or how you keep leaning in every time I do.”

You blinked, realizing that—yeah. Maybe you were mirroring him just a little. You fought the urge to step back, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, you tilted your chin up, giving him an unimpressed look. “Please. You’re not that charming.”

“Then why are you holding your breath right now?”

Damn him. Your jaw tightened. You hadn’t even realized you were doing it until he pointed it out.

He chuckled under his breath, clearly pleased with himself. “You’re cute when you’re pretending not to be affected.”

You hated to admit it, but damn—he was good. Too good. The shift in his demeanor had been seamless, like a tide turning before you even realized the waves had changed direction. One moment, he was the flustered one, pink-eared and sheepish under your teasing, and now? Now he was looking at you like he had you all figured out, like he knew exactly what he was doing and exactly what effect it had on you. And the worst part? He did know. The way his voice dipped just enough to make your breath catch, the way his eyes never wavered from yours, holding you there as if daring you to look away first. Kwon Ji-yong was dangerously charming, effortlessly magnetic—and, as much as you wanted to keep the upper hand, you had to admit… you really didn’t mind losing this round.

You scoffed, finally breaking eye contact as you took a sip of your champagne. “Alright, I’ll admit it—you’re better at this than I expected.”

He leaned back slightly, victorious. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head with a smirk. “Don’t get used to it.”

He chuckled, then glanced around the room before looking back at you, his expression shifting from playful to genuinely intrigued. “So, tell me…what does someone like you do for fun at these things? Aside from making grown men nervous, of course.”

As the conversation continued, the playful teasing began to fade into the background, replaced by an undeniable sense of ease between the two of you. He no longer seemed as intent on winning the playful battle. Instead, there was a shift—a subtle softening in his eyes when he looked at you.

After a quiet moment, Ji-yong shifted on his stool, leaning in just a bit closer. "You know," he started, his voice more thoughtful than before, "I never really get nervous. I mean, it's been a while since I’ve felt… out of my element." He looked away for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, but you could see the faint tension in his shoulders that hadn't been there before. "But tonight? Meeting you? It’s different."

You tilted your head, surprised by the shift in tone. The confident, playful version of him was still there, but now you saw something else—something quieter. "Different how?"

He paused, eyes flickering back to yours, searching for the right words. "I don't know… I guess, I’ve admired you for a while now. Your work, the way you carry yourself, the way you’ve built something so incredible from the ground up. I don’t know if you realize how rare that is. And then to meet you like this, in person…" He let out a small, almost self-deprecating laugh. "Honestly, it feels surreal."

You blinked, a little taken aback. The man who usually exuded unshakable confidence was now standing before you, vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten. It was real, raw—and it only made him that much more captivating. Unfortunately for you, it only made him more attractive.

"I didn’t know you were a fan of mine," you murmured, your voice softer than usual. "I guess I always thought of you as someone so… out of reach."

"Maybe that's why I was so nervous, even though I didn't want to admit it." He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to shake off the moment. "But now that I’ve actually met you… I think I’m just really glad I did."

His words hung between you, like a quiet confession, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade. There was no media, no flashing cameras, just two people standing in a crowded room but somehow feeling like they were the only ones there. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The noise of the party faded into the background, leaving only the two of you, standing close yet separated by a quiet tension. His gaze, usually guarded and sharp, softened as he looked at you. This wasn’t the public figure Ji-yong, the performer or the brand. This was him—raw and unfiltered. His eyes held something different now, not the usual charisma or charm, but something deeper, more genuine. And you felt it too.

There was a certain vulnerability between you now, a shared understanding that neither of you needed to perform for the other. You could see the way he studied you, not as the world expected him to, but as a man who saw you for who you truly were—no makeup, no lights, no cameras. Just you. And for the first time, you realized you were doing the same thing. Not the musical genius, not the trendsetter—just him. 

The way his eyes lingered, the slight curve of his lips as he absorbed every little detail of you, told you that the real you—the one without the glitz, the glam, and the fame—was more intriguing to him than anything else. In that silence, you realized that the Ji-yong standing before you wasn’t just intrigued by your beauty in a public sense. He was captivated by the authenticity of the person you were when no one was watching. And for the first time, it dawned on you that maybe, just maybe, this was the most genuine connection either of you had ever had.

The moment lingered, but only for a beat, before you both seemed to snap back into the playful rhythm of things. Ji-yong’s lips quirked up again, that signature smirk returning as if the vulnerability from before hadn’t even happened. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the playful spark flicker back to life between you.

“You’re lucky I’m still giving you the time of day,” you teased, tilting your head as you met his gaze. “After all that heart-to-heart, I could’ve easily walked away with all the points.”

He let out a soft laugh, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Points? Don’t get ahead of yourself, jagiya. I’m just getting started.”

You were about to tease him back, but before you could, Ji-yong took your hand in his with surprising tenderness. He brought it up to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your hand. The gesture was gentle, but the heat that followed it was undeniable. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a wave of warmth rush to your cheeks. 

His eyes locked on yours as he pulled away, a smug, satisfied smile on his face. “Well, I’d say that worked better than I expected,” he said, his voice low, almost as if he was savoring the effect his kiss had on you.

You froze, completely flustered, your mind struggling to catch up with the intensity of the moment. Your face was on fire, and you could feel yourself falling into a flustered silence.

He grinned, obviously relishing in the effect he had on you. “Something wrong?”

You took a breath, the playful spark flaring back in your chest. You couldn’t let him win so easily, not after all his teasing. So, in a moment of boldness, you leaned forward and placed a quick, teasing kiss to his jawline. The kiss was light, playful—but the effect was instant. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked utterly stunned, blinking at you as if he hadn’t quite expected that.

“Well, well,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rush of warmth flooding your face. “I guess I can make you blush too.”

His hand instinctively went to the spot you’d kissed, his fingers lingering there, a small grin forming on his lips. He looked at you, half-shocked, half-amused. “I didn’t think you had it in you,” he said, his tone a mix of disbelief and admiration.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of triumph. “I don’t play by the rules, Ji-yong. You should know that by now.”

The glimmer of surprise in his eyes mixed with a hint of something darker. The blush on his cheeks only made it all the more satisfying. You let your gaze linger on his face for a moment, letting the silence stretch as you leaned in just a little, the space between you feeling charged with anticipation.

“You’re gonna have to keep up, though,” you murmured, your voice low and almost teasing. “I don’t always play nice.”

His eyes darkened slightly, the playful edge in his expression sharpening as he took a slow breath. “Is that so?” he said, voice thick with something between amusement and challenge. “Because I think I could handle anything you throw my way... Aein.”

You stepped a little closer, just enough that you could feel the heat between you two rise. “Is that a promise, Ji-yong?” you asked, lips curving into a sly smile. “You sure you can handle me? I can be... a lot more than you think.”

The words hung in the air, and you could see him catch his breath, just for a second, before his lips parted. “I never back down from a challenge, especially not one like you,” he said, his voice dropping lower, an almost dangerous undertone. “But you’re gonna have to make it worth my while.”

You leaned in closer, so close that your lips brushed his ear as you spoke, your voice dripping with playful seduction. “Oh, trust me,” you whispered, voice just barely above a breath. “I’ll make it more than worth it. But you’re gonna have to prove you can keep up with me first.”

He inhaled sharply, a faint tremor in his breath as you pulled back slightly, watching his expression twist with a mix of surprise and something darker—a flicker of desire now evident in his eyes.

“Well,” he said, voice husky, “I think you’ve underestimated me, aein. I’ll make sure you’re the one struggling to keep up.”

A slow, teasing smile tugged at your lips, and you felt a thrill rush through you, the unspoken game between you two now fully ignited. “We’ll see about that, Ji-yong,” you said softly, the tension in the air thick and undeniable. 

“We’ll see who’s really in charge.”

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[aventurineswife]

What about...

Aven with a reader that is insecure about how they look with some clothes?

Example: Aven bought the reader a suit/dress and when they prove it, they look in the mirror and they felt insecure, but Aven thinks they look beautiful. He comforts reader, telling them how beautiful they are. 🤭

Reflections of Beauty

Summary: When Aventurine gifts you an exquisite outfit, your insecurities threaten to overshadow the moment. As you stand before the mirror, doubting your reflection, Aventurine's words of comfort and his unwavering adoration remind you of your worth. Through his playful yet heartfelt encouragement, he helps you see yourself in a new light.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Body Positivity, Self-Esteem Issues, Reassurance, Soft Aventurine.

Warnings: Mentions of self-doubt and insecurity, Brief internal negative self-talk (resolved with comfort), Pure fluff!

A/N: I NEED AN AVEN IN MY LIFE!! 😭🥺

Aventurine lounged back on a plush velvet chaise in his opulent quarters, flipping a gold coin idly between his fingers. "Hurry up, darling," he called with a teasing lilt. "If you take any longer, I'll think you’ve gone shy on me."

You stood before the gilded mirror, frozen in place. The dress/suit—no, the masterpiece Aventurine had insisted on buying—hugged your form like it was made of liquid moonlight. Every detail, from the delicate embroidery to the way the fabric shimmered, screamed luxury. But all you could see were the imperfections it highlighted.

“This… doesn’t look right,” you muttered, tugging at the hem. The mirror reflected your uncertainty, amplifying it. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t enough for something so exquisite.

“Aven,” you called softly, “I don’t think this works for me.”

He was on his feet before you could blink, sauntering over with his usual feline grace. His eyes gleamed with curiosity and amusement as he stopped just behind you, his warm breath tickling your ear.

“Doesn’t work for you?” he repeated, his tone a mix of disbelief and mock scandal. His hands came to rest lightly on your shoulders, fingers brushing against the fabric. “Darling, have you seen yourself? You’re stunning.”

You shook your head, averting your gaze. “I don’t feel that way. It—it clings too much here. And my arms—”

His laughter was soft, warm, and oddly reassuring. “Oh, you sweet, silly thing,” he murmured, turning you gently by the shoulders to face the mirror again. His hands slid down your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they came to rest at your wrists. “You’re focusing on all the wrong things.”

He tilted his head, eyes meeting yours through the reflection. “Look again. Do you see how the color brings out the sparkle in your eyes? And the way it flows—it’s as if the stars themselves decided to wrap around you.”

You frowned, still unconvinced. “But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted, his voice firm but kind. “You don’t have to see it yet, but I do. And I think you’re the most breathtaking sight in the room. No, the universe.”

Your cheeks heated at his words, but a small part of you wanted to believe him. “You’re just saying that.”

He sighed dramatically, spinning you to face him. “If I were just saying that, would I do this?” He took a step back, placing a hand over his heart in mock reverence. “I, Aventurine of Stratagems, Gambler Extraordinaire and Connoisseur of Beauty, hereby declare you utterly perfect.”

The way he said it, so solemn yet playful, coaxed a reluctant laugh out of you. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible to resist,” he countered with a wink, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “Listen to me, darling,” he said, his voice dropping to a softer, more sincere tone. “I’ve lived through more than you could imagine, and I’ve learned one thing: true beauty isn’t about perfection. It’s about confidence, about wearing your flaws like they’re a crown.”

His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your skin. “And you, my dear, wear it all so well.”

You hesitated, but his words warmed something inside you. Maybe, just maybe, you could see yourself the way he did—if only for a moment.

“Thank you, Aven.” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

“Anytime,” he replied, his lips curving into a genuine smile. “Now, shall we?” He gestured to the door. “Let the world see what I already know: that you’re nothing short of extraordinary.”

Hand in hand, you let him lead you out, his confidence and adoration bolstering your own. For the first time that night, you caught a glimpse of the beauty he saw in you.

[notapradagurl7]

Shadows Of Us.

Black Fem! Reader x Joey Bada$$ as “Leon” from Mr. Robot.

Summary: On a regular Saturday night, as you enjoy classic sitcoms together in the comfort of your house with Leon, your cool yet mysterious friend who works for the Dark Army. You blurted something, challenging the boundaries of your friendship. Despite his fear of getting too close, it led to a moment that refined your connection.

Warnings: angst, praise, choking kink, bedroom sex, cursing, spanking, fingering, oral (fem receiving) dirty talk, consensual intimacy, virginity loss, protected sex, fluff.

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The rays from the flat-screen television radiate a warm glow throughout the living room, dancing across your rich melanated skin and Leon’s deep ebony skin. Leon sat beside you comfortably on the sage green couch, absentmindedly gazing upon Living Single. He hummed along to the rhythmic theme song as you leaned back, feeling the plush cushions cradle you as you sank into relaxation.

Leon’s arms rested confidently on the couch backs, while his legs sprawled slightly, causing his knee to brush against yours in a fleeting, electric moment. As your eyes locked, drawing you deeper. While your elbow rested on the right armrest, your face rested on your palm.

“My bad,” Leon apologized, his eyes flickered to you then back to the television screen.

“It's okay, Leon.” You responded kindly, your eyes on the television.

The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with a hint of his cologne, enveloped the room, the scent was comforting and made you feel right at home.

Spending time with Leon was anything but tedious. Your afternoons together slipped away effortlessly as you immersed yourselves in episodes of classic sitcoms.

Whether it was the crazy moments of *Seinfeld* or the nostalgic humor of *Living Single*, you found joy in the stories and the dialogues interspersed with hours of conversation, spending those afternoons at the diner, for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Leon was an enigma; an assassin for the Dark Army, he carried with him unshared tales of his past life—stories of danger, intrigue, and connections built from the shadows of his experiences.

The Dark Army taught Leon to be formidable, always ready to defend and strike for the sake of his loved ones.

His short time behind bars had imparted a tough exterior, but you knew there was so much more beneath the surface, that was how the Dark Army found him.

There was a depth that made each moment shared with him feel profound and thrilling.

He exuded effortless coolness, as he always did, clad in a black tee shirt that was layered over it was an oversized camouflage hoodie that draped comfortably. His cargo camouflage fitted pants, the splotches on the outfit in the colors of ink-black, and grey, hugging him in all the right places to highlight his physique.

His two-strand twisted black locs swayed lightly with each move, framing his attractive face.

On this typical Saturday night, you opted for a more laid-back look, slipping into black shorts that allowed for easy movement, paired with a matching tee shirt that felt soft against your skin. Your black box braids were pulled up into a high bun.

You didn't inquire much about his life or occupation. Was his actual name even Leon?

He was gone for hours, possibly days, yet he always returned to you after his risky offlance work. The two of you were just friends, not in a romantic relationship.

The familiar laugh track from Living Single echoed through the room for what felt like the millionth time, blending into the background like a well-worn theme song melody.

You started to hum along absentmindedly, mirroring a sense of intrigue about something on your mind, not the drama on the screen, even if you'd seen it all before.

Leon’s gaze flickered in your direction, his face softening as he noticed your subtle hum. The moment hung in the air, taking hold of Leon’s attention.

That happened a lot from time to time and even if you didn't speak, Leon could always tell that there was something prickling in your mind.

You typically offered your playful commentary or quipped about the antics of the characters on screen. It was an unusual quiet, between your usual banter and this gentle exchange.

“Somethin’ on your mind Y/N?” Leon asked in a tone that was both reassuring and curious.

The way Leon uttered your name sent a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach, an blend of excitement and nerves. You inhaled deeply, feeling your breath tremble as you held it for a moment.

Your thumbs fidgeted in your lap, twisting and twirling together anxiously, as you fought to steady your racing heart.

This was the courage you had been building up for weeks, perhaps even months. “Actually…yeah, there is something on my mind,” you spoke up, gazing at him as he held perfect eye contact.

Damn, he noticed too much. You had something to say; why not just say it?

The question you have been holding back, the one that had yanked just out of reach of your lips.

"I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, Leon,” you blurted out, your heart racing as your gaze flickered back to him, searching for a reaction.

Leon’s deep brown eyes softened, yet his voice carried a gentle firmness as he replied, “You know we can’t do that, shorty.”

There was something deeper to his words—concern and reluctance. You could see the internal conflict etched across his face.

Leon was afraid of getting too attached, of crossing a line that could lead to heartache. The shadows of his life loomed large in your mind, the risks of his dangerous profession making him hesitate.

He didn’t want to plunge into something deeper, fearing that losing you would be a consequence of the choices he made in his line of work.

It was this blend of longing and apprehension that made him so skeptical, and it left you feeling both hopeful and frustrated.

“I know that your job is dangerous, but I need this to be a one-time thing—just to get it over with. I’d rather do this with someone I trust,” you spoke, your voice softening as you looked at him with earnest eyes.

Leon’s lips fell down into a frown, his heart aching at the implication of “one-time thing.” The words lanced through him, stirring hurt and longing, but he was happy to be trusted by you that much.

“One-time thing? It's never a one-time thing Y/N, it can always lead to more,” Leon replied back, his tone laid back.

You waved him off with a smile, humming in response. But Leon gives in to you, it was as if you had a hold on him he couldn't shake.

"Like I said, I just want to get it out of the way, I'm in no rush but I need you for this,” You trailed off, your hands gesturing to him and you.

Yet, as he gazed into your delicate features, with your pleading pretty face and vulnerable eyes, he felt the grip of the moment tugging at his heartstrings.

The pull was undeniable, making it increasingly difficult for him to say no, even though he knew he should.

But Leon gave in anyway, fulfilling your wish was his command. Only you were deserving of his touch.

“A’ight then, let's make it happen,” he said, his voice firm and raspy, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

You felt your heart race at the thought. Leon was undeniably handsome, and the chemistry between you two had always been there.

But the reality of the situation was that he was dangerous, and you knew it. You had to tread carefully.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” You asked, your voice a bit shaky, trying to mask the excitement bubbling within you.

You bit down on your lip, your attempt to suppress a grin only making the corners of your mouth twitch. A soft exhale escaped you, but all he did was flash that charming grin that sent a flutter through your chest.

“Yes, and I got you, but you gotta know, once we start, ain't turnin’ back,” Leon spoke up, his voice low and playful as he leaned in closer.

You let out a light chuckle, trying to mask the nervousness bubbling within you, as you discreetly wiped your sweaty hands on your shorts, thankfully you washed your hands and came right back, hoping to quell the anxiety that coursed through you.

His gaze held yours with an intense emotion that made your heart race. You took deep breathes, as you began to relax. It was normal to be nervous about this, anyone would feel the same that you did.

“I know that, Leon, and I trust you,” you replied back, the sincerity in your voice, as you held his gaze, the nerves spreading through you once more.

He smirked, a hint of confidence in his demeanor. “Trust is good, especially in a moment like this. This is goin’ to be somethin’ more huh?”

“Or the best decision I’ve ever made based off this moment,” you sang playfully, a playful grin spreading across your face.

Leon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your boldness. “You really want this, don’t you?”

“I want to feel something more than just…watching TV, going out to eat and waiting for you to come back,” you admitted, biting your lip.

“Let’s get to it then,” he said, his voice laced with authority and allure. He took your hand, guiding you away from the couch and towards the bedroom.

Your heart raced as you walked through the shadowy hallways with him, As you stepped into the dimly lit bedroom on the right and the small lamp casting a amber orange small glow spilling in the spacious room, silence enveloped you.

You approached the dresser beside the bed, the wood cool beneath your fingertips as you tugged open the drawer, only to be met with no condoms.

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips, the disappointment heavy in your voice. “Shit,” you mumbled, You had hoped to find a pack of condoms tucked away inside.

With a slight shake of your head, you closed the drawer and turned back to face him, “Do you have any condoms, Leon?” you asked him, your voice still nervous.

“Yes. I do,” Leon assured, pulling a small gold five condom packet from his back pocket.

“You’re always prepared, aren't you?" you teased, feeling excitement and nervousness.

“Stay ready so I ain't gotta get ready, girl,” Leon replied with a wink, his confidence in his voice.

You gracefully sank onto the bed, the plush mattress cradling your body as you sighed in bliss.

Your gaze remained fixed on his face, captivated by every nuance of his expression.

Slowly, you allowed your hands to glide down your sides, peeling away your shorts and panties with slowness, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a gentle flutter.

With a soft, delicate motion, you removed your tee shirt, feeling the cool air brush against your skin, shivering from it as your brown nipples poked out from the ceiling vent.

As Leon takes off his jacket and tugs at the bottom of his black t-shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head. He tosses his clothes onto the plush bedroom carpet, next to yours, as he lowers his sweatpants and boxers.

Carefully ripping open the condom package, he discards it in the trashcan and smoothly rolls the condom onto himself.

“You’re beautiful," he murmured, his hand cradling your face while leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed upon him. His toned body was a work of art, the muscles in his arms and chest defined and inviting. His dick was wide, and thick, his tip beading with precum.

He was every bit the danger you were drawn to, and yet, there was a warmth in his eyes that made you feel safe.

"Damn," You whispered, your cheeks felt warm as you took in the sight of him.

Leon chuckled softly, moving closer to you. "You like what you see?"

"More than I expected," you admitted, biting your lip. As heat pools around you.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, "Just wait until you feel it."

Heat pooled in your core at his words, and you felt a rush of emotion. You couldn���t believe you were finally about to lose your virginity to him, it was really happening.

"Can we start with head and fingering first? After all, it’s the easy part," you suggested, biting your lip in anticipation.

"Absolutely, we can start with that. Just say the word when you'd like to stop, and I will oblige," Leon replied, nodding thoughtfully in agreement.

“Okay,” You said, lying down on your back to make sure you were comfortable.

Leon hovered above you, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips. "Just relax, Y/N. We’re gonna take our time."

You nodded, your heart racing as he crashed his lips with yours. Tilting your head, quickly deepened as your lips latched with his. Your tongues danced in sync, soft yet firm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the soft sounds of lip-smacking filling the room and you moaned softly in response, his head lowered to your neck swiftly.

His full lips suckle your pulse point, leaving hickeys on your melanated skin. “Fuck, Leon,” you gasped softly, your fingers gripping his toned arms as he peppers kisses along your collarbone.

He pulled your legs apart gently, as his thumb grazing your sensitive clit, causing you to squirm beneath him. Breaking the kiss, “Shit..” you moaned softly, You could sense the playful grin on his face, but you craved more than just his kisses and touch.

“How does it feel baby?” He asked, his voice raised an octave, peppering kisses along your neck as his freehand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipple, earning a sharp gasp.

“I..it’s so good..fuck,” you moaned lowly, rolling your hips onto his fingers. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, bringing him in for another quick lip lock, heat flowing through your body as your mind was clouded with pleasure.

His fingers moved smoothly between your slick folds, and you let out a moan from the sensation as he thrust in and out. “So fuckin’ wet…” Leon mewled, he watched your face contort in pleasure, feeling your tight walls closing in on his fingers, the cold metal of his gold ring sent a chill through you and he let out a low groan.

“So..fucking..good,” You babbled as if you were drunk, your hips rolling once more. Bed creaking, body shaking but you wanted more, you didn’t except it to be this intense.

His thumb circled on your wet clit in a steady motion as his digits pumping in your walls. Your mind went blank, pleasure brimming. “f..fuck..ah! Leon!” You lamented, speaking his name like a prayer. Nails scratching at his shoulder blades, panting as if you were losing oxygen, so close.

Mewling his name over and over again, holding his fingers inside you before scrissoring them a bunch of times, as you came undone. “Shit!” you screamed, blinking away tears. Panting against his shoulder as your climax crashing over you like a tsunami, wetness spilling out as he brought you to the edge.

“There you go, baby,” he murmured, licking his lips. His eyes locked with yours as he withdrew his messy fingers glistening with essence and grinned at you.

“Don’t know how good you taste?” He asked, a rumbling sound that left his voice, and made your pussy clench around nothing with your wetness trickling from your slit, his tongue lapped up the current mess on you.

He leaned in closer, and you grabbed his wrist, your mouth wrapped around his fingers, and sucked them clean. You moaned softly, “Yes..” he bit his lip as he watched you, damn near shocked. Did he bring it out of you? he kisses you twice.

“Shit…” you mumbled, arching your back, desperate for more of his touch. Your body was responding to him in ways you never knew it could, and the thrill of it all set your nerves alight.

With a swift motion, he lowered his head down, his mouth finding your glistening pussy. “I want you to cum again,” he mumbles onto your clit, suckling it roughly, and slurping your juices.

He flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit. “Please, Leon..” you grasped sharply, your fingers tangled in his locs, pulling him closer.

His hands underneath your knees, and positioned your legs over his shoulders, "Fuck, you taste so good," he growled against you, sending vibrations through your body that made you shudder in pleasure. His hands fondling your breasts, pinching your nipples.

His tongue thrusting in and out of your wet folds with a masterful rhythm, You moan his name like a mantra, gripping and smacking your ass as he meets with each twitch of your hips. “Is..m-my pussy wet and tight enough for you? Shit!” you groaned loudly, gasping for air.

Everything was more different between you and Leon—more heartfelt. With every kiss, lick, and finger fuck. He wanted you to feel the love from him, over and over again. There was no going back from this.

His head swayed from side to side, trying to put your whole pussy in his mouth, “Hell yeah,” he murmured, his voice muffled as his tongue traced shapes on your clit with your moans growing louder.

“Right there…” You whimpered weakly, legs shaking. His fingers scissored inside you in a faster pace, tongue swirling onto your clit.

You felt the familiar heat pooling in your belly once more, the tightening of your walls signaling that a second climax was imminent. “I-I’m gonna—” you whimpered, your body tensing.

With a cry of his name, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body shaking as you came undone. Your essence pouring all over his mouth, The sensation overwhelmed you, “Leon! Fuck!”

Leon didn’t stop; he kept his mouth on you, lapping up your juices as you trembled beneath him. “Clean up the mess you made, baby,” you cried out, your voice raspy, as his head swayed from side to side, cleaned you up with his tongue.

“I need you inside of me,” you panted, your voice breathless and desperate.

He pulled away, as he licked his lips with a mischievous smirk. “You ready for me, Y/N?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip as he positioned himself at your entrance, the moment feeling electric. “You sure you’re ready?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly, concern etched on his face.

“Yes, I'm ready,” you affirmed, your chest raising and failing, your heart racing.

With a nod, Leon began by rubbing his tip onto your wet folds, coating himself with essence before he slowly pushed his dick inside. You whined from the stinging pain, as he stretched you out, Leon gritted his teeth from your wet walls clenching around him, inch by inch.

“Breathe, baby, you’re doin’ so good,” he coaxed, his voice low and soothing.

You focused on his words, taking deep breaths as he filled you completely, every inch of his dick. “I-it’s fine…Leon, just keep moving,” you whimpered, your body adjusting to his thick size.

With your consent, His hips pushing at a slow pace, as you kept taking breathes, allowing you to acclimate before he began to move, his thrusts slow. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he said, Each stroke sent ripples of pleasure through you, and you could feel yourself relaxing, melting into the sensation.

“You good?” he groaned, his hips gradually pushed. His pace quickened, and you felt the delicious friction build as he hit all the right spots. “Y-yess,” you mumbled, kissing your lips again. Filling you up, so full and so good.

Soon enough, the pain subsides to pleasure, and your head falls onto the pillow as you moan at the feeling, “I...I’m good now,” you spoke, your voice breaking little by little.

“Good,” He replied, his voice raised an octave, your hands gripping his shoulders and he kisses your lips again, he was ready to give you everything. Feeling a brand new sensation you've never felt. Blinking away tears from every stroke.

With a low groan, he obliged, his hips snapping against yours, sending you spiraling deeper into bliss. “Damn, you’re fuckin’ wet, so perfect for me,” he murmured, admiration and desire lacing his words.

Hands clenching the falling blankets, Leon stole a few messy, wet kisses with you, as his hand wrapped around your neck. Feeling his dick spread your pussy out, so good, so wet. No doubt that he’s been fantasizing about this, just as you did. “Spread them legs wider for me baby,” he whispered, smirking against your skin.

You complied, opening your legs wider allowing Leon to thrust harder, and deeper, “Yes! Harder! Please!” you cried out, arching your back for more. Your heart beating like a drum, the tension rising, the feeling deeper, the two of you growing closer, he did as you told him, catching your moans, and the steady, slapping of skin to skin.

“Tears fallin’ from yo’ eyes, so desperate and tongue-tied for me, I couldn't help but fantasize about ways makin’ you come back to back, baby girl,” Leon whispered, biting on your ear.

You whimpered from his words, shattering into pieces underneath him, bodies slick with sweat pressed so close together, “You ain't the only fantasizin’ baby,” you panted heavily, Your head thrash onto the pillow, wetting up his dick and clenched around him.

“Good to know the feelin’ is mutual,” he vowed, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to drive into you, relentless and passionate.

Your hips moved together in perfect harmony, his lips latched onto yours as their tongues danced in sync, “Don’t you see how good you take this dick?” Leon grunted deeply, he grinned at the sticky wet mess underneath, watching his dick disappear in your pussy, thick lines of your cum coated his dick completely. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge, you felt the boundaries of your friendship dissolve, replaced by something deeper, something that felt right.

“Leon, I’m…gonna..cum,” you gasped, your body arching into his as pleasure coursed through you.

“Cun for me, baby. I got you,” he urged, his voice going deeper, slightly raspy.

With thrusts after thrusts, the dam broke, and you cried out his name as pleasure washed over you in waves, you came undone, “Leon!” your body trembling as you reached your peak.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Leon groaned, the sound of your name falling from his lips like a prayer as he followed you over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his release within the condom.

The two of you collapsed together, breathing heavily as you came down from the high.

“How was your first time?” he asked, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to your lips, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“It was incredible,” you replied, a smile breaking across your face as you nestled into his side, feeling safe and content in the afterglow.

Leon wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you both basked in the warmth of the moment. “Good, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Me either,” you spoke up, your hand cradled his cheek as your thumb swiped over his cheek with love.

“And just so you know, this ain't a one-time thing for me,” he admitted, his voice softening as he looked at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.

Your heart swelled at his words, a smile creeping onto your face. “Me neither,” you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

You smiled, and kissed him again. In this moment, you knew you had crossed a line, but it felt right. You were no longer just friends; you were something more, bound together by the connection you felt with him.

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I AM LOVING THESE FRAT PEOER FICS, ESPECIALLY THE TEXTS THEYRE SO FUNNY, i was wondering if i could request frat peter having to save his girl from being hit on and followed by a guy (just happened to me)/ how he would react to it

ayyyyy yuhhhh, this is jumbles but i really didn't wanna seperate these parts. pls enjoy peter being daddy and doing a protec, also a lil sprinkle of spider-man

Peter’s room was pitch black. 

When you first started sleeping over, he got you a nightlight so you could navigate to the bathroom easier and you’d gotten used to the small gold it cast on the wall. Some nights when you tossed and turned you’d find yourself looking over Peter’s face as he slept, the soft glow highlighting just enough of his features. 

He hadn’t turned it on for you, but then again it wasn’t night when you fell asleep. It took you a moment to gather your surroundings, you don’t remember falling asleep and you’re not sure how long you’ve been out. You could hear music from the floor below you, it was muffled enough it wouldn’t’ve woken you. 

You smack your lips, you have cotton mouth from hell. Searching Peter’s bedside you find less than a half full bottle of water and down it. Blinking awake you sit up, you feel bleary and unwelcoming to a party but you could really use a Peter hug right now. Maybe you could swoon him into ditching his party for cuddles and a movie. 

Reaching for your phone, which had somehow landed under your pillow, you peer at the time and your eyes widen. You’d been asleep for almost six hours, you almost felt bad, you’d come over to hang out with Peter and ended up passing out in his bed. 

‘awake and alive, come see me? :)’ 

After two minutes, ‘petey?’ 

Another three pass, ‘don’t make me come find you :(( i just want a hug.’

‘i promise you can go back to the party after.’

After five minutes of being left on delivered you sigh and drop your phone to the sheets while you stretch. You turn the bedside lamp on and stand, you look down at your outfit and decide against changing back into your clothes, you’d only go down for a minute or two. 

Unprepared for everything you knew was happening, you unlock his door and step out into the bright hallway in only Peter’s frat shirt and workout shorts that were so short they were hidden under the hem of his shirt. Your feet dug into the plush carpet, you could feel how soft it was under your socks. 

You feel dizzy walking down the stairs, the music gets gradually louder until you can't hear your own thoughts, you look into the kitchen as you stepped carefully and were unsuccessful in your first attempt. When you reached the landing you rubbed an eye and yawned, you almost turned back around. 

The next place was the garage, dodging bodies as you moved through the enclosed space you held your breath when you walked through a smoke cloud. Peter wasn’t in the room, but his best friend was. You didn’t want to ruin his hang out, he was sandwiched between two girls while he shared a backwood, a hookah on the table in front of them. 

“She lives,” he smiles when you approach, he’s made the first contact so you don’t feel as bad. 

“I don’t even remember falling asleep,” you look down at your socks and bounce on your toes. 

You watch Ethan take a hit of his backwood and you eye the smoke before he reaches his hand out, “you’re drooling,” you take it and inhale deeply, blowing it out and go to pass it before taking one more hit and handing it to the girl on his right. 

“Do you know where Peter is?” 

“Uh, no. Somewhere. Wanna hang here for a sec?” He takes a puff and hands it back to you, you cough hard on a deep hit. 

“Nah, I’ll go find him, thanks though.” You nod and bow to the girls, “goodnight, ladies,” they return the sentiment. You turn back around, bumping shoulders with a stranger on your way out, you shoot an apologetic smile and slide past. 

Bracing against the wall connecting to the kitchen you look at your phone again, with no new text you frown deeply and sigh. You’re so focused on finding a white cap you don’t see the body slide next to yours, when they speak you don’t notice they’re talking to you until they say it louder. 

“You look comfortable,” your eyes flash down, you were. 

“I am,” you swivel your neck around. 

“It’s cute,” at last you look at him, he’s blonde and one front tooth is longer than the other. It’s charming on him, he has at least ten bracelets on and black fingernail polish. He’s a little interesting, you think he’s hitting on you but you give him the benefit of the doubt. 

“Thank you, can you tell I wasn’t prepared for a party?” You give him a small spin, and he whistles. 

“Prettiest girl here,” you curtsy and smile politely, “that’s very kind of you.” You go back to scanning the crowd, you see a flash of navy and poke up to see the figure better, it wasn’t him. Your face drops to a frown and you sigh, the new follower leans closer. 

“Looking for someone?” 

He is hitting on you, you commended his confidence. He’s playing with fire, flirting with you at Peter’s house. You’re wearing a branded shirt, isn’t it obvious you’re with someone in it? It’s a heather gray with blood red detailing, you couldn’t miss it. 

“Parker, have you seen him?” 

Blonde shakes his head, it’s not long or curly or brown like Peter’s, it makes you look away. 

“Nah, I’ll keep you company though. I’m Connor, nice to meet you.” You eye his hand, you don’t want to shake it, you want to find Peter. In an effort to be polite you shake it and introduce yourself, he says it’s a beautiful name and you want to roll your eyes. 

“What’s a nice girl like you doing involved with Parker? He’s a dick, you know.” 

But he’s not. He can come off as abrasive but never, ever to you. With you he’s gentle and soft, he’s giggly and cuddly, he even uses baby talk sometimes, and he loves when you play with his hair. Peter’s not a mean guy by nature, but if he doesn’t know you or like you, he won’t pretend to be your best friend. 

“He’s not at all, actually. You must not know him well enough.” 

“I know him enough to know he’s a shit bag to girls, you’d be no exception.” 

“Do you think that line earned you any points with me?” 

Conner grins, “tell me, are you wearing pants under that? I hope not.” You immediately slide away from him, you frantically search for Peter in the crowd. When you can’t find him you try to find a familiar face, you know you have Ethan in the other room. 

“That’s… not an appropriate thing to say to me. Pet- Parker will have you banned.” 

His eyebrow quirks, “and he’s the good guy?” 

Your eyes narrow, “he doesn’t sexually harass me.” 

Conner scoffs, “you call that sexual harassment? If you want to cry wolf at least let me make it worth it.” You swallow harshly, you don’t like how it’s turning. You pull from the wall to go back to the garage, but Conner’s hand catches your wrist and tugs you back to him, it’s tight and you try to shake him off. 

His smile looks less charming and more intimidating, “c’mon, don’t run away now. We just started having fun.” You tug your arm back harder, he tightens his hold and you wince. Hissing through your teeth you bend your knees, leaning into his grip. 

“Please stop, you’re hurting me.” 

“But then you’ll run away, and I’m just having so much fun.” 

You blink back tears, it’s not about his tight touch it’s about being scared. 

“I’m not. I’m seeing someone, I’m sorry.” Maybe if you’re gentle he won’t be as aggressive. 

“Really? I’m not seeing him… Maybe he’s with another cheap whore.” 

You see a blur pass by your face and suddenly a hand is wrapped tight around Conner’s shirt as his back and head are thrown against the wall. Your shoulder vibrates against the drywall, the sheer force of Conner’s entire body weight flinged into it.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” His body was pulled off the wall before he was thrown back, you wince as his head smacks off the wall, you look at the assaulter and stay silent. You’ve never seen Peter so livid. 

“Get your fucking hands off her or I swear to god I’ll knock you out right fucking now!” 

Your hand is dropped and you stagger several steps back, you want to pull Peter back but he’s a little too scary to stop at the moment. You’ve never seen him in a fit of range, and not that you think he would, but you didn’t know if he’d direct that on you. 

“I should fucking kill you right now, don’t you ever put your hands on her again. Don’t talk to her, don’t even look in her general fucking direction.” 

For someone who had a lot to say he’s real quiet now, you look away when his body is thrown back into the wall, you could imagine how sore and bruised he’d be the next day. 

“Get out of my fucking house, and if I ever see you here again you won’t be walking out, do you fucking understand me?” 

A timid nod, he shuffles off holding his ribs. You almost felt bad. 

Peter turns to you the second he’s out the door, he races to your side and cups your face. 

“My baby, are you okay?” You nod, when you blink you can see how upset he was. Eyebrows turned it, cheeks flushed. His eyes were glazed over and narrowed, all he saw was an enemy. But when he looked at you his features softened, hard eyes turned into soft puppy dog eyes. A small pout took over his clenched jaw, he looked as gentle as you always knew him to be.

“You were really upset.” 

Peter’s face falls, “did I scare you? I’m sorry, trouble. I just panicked when I saw him holding you like that and you looked like he was hurting you.” You rub at your wrist, “he did.” 

He holds your hand and looks it over, red marks that would bruise his fingerprints wrapped around your wrist. “I’m so so sorry, baby. I should’ve looked at my phone sooner.” 

You breathe deeply, “it’s not your fault he was a weirdo. I just wanted a hug.” Peter feels his heart melt. “I know, I know you did. C’mere, give me a cuddle.” 

You wrap your hands under his arms around his waist, your head tucks into his chest and you listen to the metronome of his heart. Peter’s strong hold is wrapped around your shoulders, he tugs you in even closer and rests his cheek on the top of your head. You sway against him for a moment, breaths matched, your chests rise and drop at the same time. 

When you pull away you’re brought back in by Peter, something he hasn’t done before, you do it all the time. He’s never had such an urgency to have you in his hold, keep you steady against him. Keep you hidden and protected in his hold. It dawns on you that Peter was just as scared as you were, it makes you give in and melt back into him. 

“Can we go upstairs?” You use your pout and his guilt to your advantage, almost immediately he presses a kiss to your forehead and tells you ‘anything you want, kid.’ Peter’s hand held yours tight all the way up the stairs, walking behind you, protecting you from any vantage point until you reached his door. 

You didn’t even pause before hopping a few steps to his bed and jumping into it, you waited for the gentle beratement but didn’t hear anything, you poked your neck up and watched Peter scratch at his now naked curls. 

Making grabby hands you give a yearning smile, you wanted Peter all to yourself and you got what you wanted. He abides the request and sits on the edge of the bed before kicking his shoes off and shimming out of his jeans. 

The second he lays down you glue yourself to his side, you happily adjust as he does, you haven't given him any time to get comfortable. The second he gives you the ‘fine, you can lay on me’ look you tug your left thigh over his hip and sling your left arm over his chest. Your right arm bends and pulls at his air. 

“You sure you’re alright?” 

Your cheek smashes into his navy shirt as you nod, the cotton ultra soft under your skin. You peek an eye up, it’s a Ralph Lauren, you can’t deny the amazing thread count. 

“I think you should give up on the physics major, you have a way better calling.” 

Peter’s right hand started dragging down your back, his fingers tickling up your spine and back up. A comforting movement, it kept you pulling forward, Peter doesn’t give you many back rubs. 

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” 

You hum and trace spirals over his ribcage,“ever thought of being a superhero? I think you’d be alright at it.” 

Peter snorts, the implausible irony doesn’t go past him. 

“Just alright? I can’t give up my day job for ‘just alright’ can I?” 

“Okay fine, you’d be like… I can’t compare you to Spider-Man cause he’s-” your mind derails, for a second Peter’s thankful, he’s never had the Spider-Man conversation with you and as far as he’s concerned, never will. Just mentioning the name makes him feel sticky with panic. 

You stop swirling and look up at him, thinking of telling him made you bite back a grin. “If I tell you something do you promise to keep it between you and me and never, ever repeat it again?” 

“Oh jeez.” The last time you said that it was something gross and girl related. 

“I… okay, um… maybe I shouldn’t tell you,” you can’t stop giggling.  You never said the words out loud, it wasn’t necessarily embarrassing but looking back on it, it was goofy and nerdy. Telling Peter would be a huge insight into your personality. 

“Well now you have to tell me,” seeing you so giggly made him want to be too. 

“Okay, so when I was like… I dunno, sixteen/seventeen maybe? I had a huge crush on Spider-Man.” Peter’s mouth twitches, you shake your head before he can make a joke. “Just wait, and I get that sounds creepy because we-” you gesture between yourself and Peter, “we have no idea who he is, right?” 

“Right,” even if he wants to bolt from the conversation he can’t deny it’s cute. 

“But in my world I was like, no he’s definitely my age and he’s gonna totally save me and we’re totally gonna fall in love and have some weird mutant spider-babies. Side question, do you think he was born that way? Like, are there spider people walking around we don’t know of? Could Spider-Man have regular babies? If he has a baby with a human, I mean. Do you ever think about that?” 

Yes. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever thought about reproducing with Spider-Man, so, no.” 

You’re not pleased with his lack of imagination, he could at least have fun with it. You raised a pointer finger, “we’ll circle back to this,” You continue with your story, “but, what I’m admitting to you, is my deepest, darkest secret, that I’ve never told anyone by the way!” 

You try to finish but pause and turn your head away to laugh before saying the words. 

“I used to read Spider-Man fanfiction. Like, everyday, all the time.” 

Peter’s heart lurches, it’s a downright adorable confession. Not to mention the odds of you being semi-right and things falling into place, he’s not a big universal sign guy but this is one that he might be swayed on. Cause he definitely was your age and he’s learned he can’t stop everything, it was a hard truth, but one good thing he couldn’t stop was Love. 

“Oh my god, me too!” You bat your hands at his chest, he was taking the piss.

“I told you my deepest darkest secret and that’s all I get!?” Peter grabs the hand you’re poking him with and intertwines it with his own,  “Alright, alright. I got one for you.” Your held tilts, he knows you’re saying ‘go on…’ 

 “I was fourteen with a dream, I had heard all about it from my friends and I needed one. I was ready for it, I had been preparing. How to ask for it, saving up the money, making sure the right guy was working that night. It took time and patience but I finally had it, right there in my hands.” 

A dramatic build up, it made you, metaphorically, sit on the edge of your seat. When Peter sees he’s got your attention he makes a ‘boom!’ sound effect. 

“My very first nudie mag,” you snort and he clicks his tongue, “not done yet.” 

“It was beautiful, and it was mine. I had a whole fucking book of spank bank material there, babe. This was the first time I’d ever looked at porn, and it felt like a right of passage so I’m on cloud nine. Obviously, I go straight home and the whole time I’m on the bus back I'm looking at everyone with this brown paper bag and feeling like I just got away with murder.” 

Peter laughs, “oh god, no one but my aunt May and now you know about this, okay?” 

You nod, you feel like the most special person in the house at the moment. 

“I waited hours, and finally, I’m home alone. Boom, go time. Shut and lock my door, set up the lotion and tissues, and pull that glorious brown paper bag from under my mattress. At this point I have a full on adrenaline boner, I am tugging down my pants at the speed of lighting, pull out that glossy, pristine magazine of the holy gods and open it.” 

Your smile matches the one on Peter’s face, “and it’s a guy, dick out and all. Not what I expected but cool, so I flip the page and there’s another, and another, and another and finally I’m no longer excited and I start flipping through the pages. I distinctly remember saying ‘where are the fucking girls?’ and after looking at, at least, eighteen penises, I realized it was a guy magazine, not a for guys magazine.” 

Yor smack a hand over your mouth at the sound that came out, he nods at your reaction like he expected it. “Yeah…” he drawed out the word and you cackled, “oh my god.” 

“Was there a guy on the cover?” 

“Yes! I had never seen one before and I thought that the guy meant it was for guys, not that it was full of guys!” 

“Man, I was so pissed. It cost me like thirty bucks too, cause the guy charged a tax for selling to minors. The worst part is I wasn’t sure how to get rid of it so I put it back where it was and my aunt found it like a year later and I had to have so many “you don't have to be ashamed of who you are” conversations, the whole time I’m like, rocking back and forth foaming at the mouth explaining the situation and begging her to believe me when I say I’m not gay.” 

You tug at his hair, “just so you know, you don’t have to be ashamed of who you are.” 

Peter groans, “that’s it, now you and May can never be in the same room.” 

“Yeah, right. Like you’d ever have us in the same room.” 

“Of course not, you’d team up and try and coax me out of my non-existent closet.” 

Nuzzling into him you both tease each other and more than a few times Peter finds his fingers rubbing across your ribs sending you digging into him further and further. Wheezing as you laugh and try to run away from his tickles he rolls over to trap you underneath him before kissing you. 

Peter lowered his voice, keeping it a secret, you gave him a deep, dark secret and he’ll give one back. 

“Just so you know, I’d do anything for you. I’d even let you be in the same room as my aunt.”