#But squeezed into four days instead of six

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Lofty feeling down!

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[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team

♡ fem reader

It’s been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, you’ve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.

You’ve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyes… food isn’t exactly what they have in mind. 

The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But he’s also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop. 

He never listens to you, though – he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders – only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail – smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.

Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails – he can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles him. 

It’s so painstakingly clear you’re not made to fight back, and it’s so adorable how you don’t even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up. 

It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. It’s course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until it’s all swollen and throbbing for him – making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite – only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.

But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each other…

The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other – and you don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.

You’d say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack – always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs don’t get along.

The canines are a little scarier, you think. They’re rougher with you.

The wolf especially. He’s older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter. 

He doesn’t take lightly to you talking back to him – acting as though he’s actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if it’s not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, he’ll just growl at you – threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar – and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though he’s been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.

He's always extra rough when you reek of cat – as though it’s your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.

It’s a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.

But the wolf is the worst. One time he’d gone so far as to piss on you… 

But he was later scolded by the owner – bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else he’d have to go sleep out in the doghouse. He’d also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.

It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place – that next time you go talking to the owner, he’s going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.

You come to learn that he’s more bark than bite after a while. 

When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And it’s when you’re burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.

He stops biting and starts sucking instead – laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn he’s a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face. 

He’s also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.

He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward. 

You can only mew as he mounts you next. 

His tempo is always a bit of a shock – a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when he’s had to wait for so long? He’s a little younger than you – eager and desperate for it every single time.

Pounding you sharply – hard and fast with howls and heavy panting – even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.

He doesn’t growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs – elated and frenzied – eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can – drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.

It’s a relief he doesn’t last as long as his bigger partner.

He’ll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells – lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude – looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that he’d been so feral.

The felines are less spastic. 

But they also like to lick you – with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until they’ve made sure you’re coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.

But they get flirty, too… you’ll know when they start kneading your softer parts – blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.

They’re the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese – including when they mate with you. 

They’ll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you – both so gently.

The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you – his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says it’s one of his favorite things about you – so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.

It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesn’t like it when he grooms him. 

The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.

When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue – whispering all depraved things that come to mind – loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.

Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more – kissing each side of your face, asking whether you won’t allow them both inside you at the same time – their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.

You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together – their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them. 

They coo at you – telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that – as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And you’re too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.

After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling – sleeping – the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.

The bear is also a lazy fellow – a gentle giant. Something you’re grateful for – you don’t think you’d survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.

He’s the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements – all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.

He’s satisfied with having you on his lap – cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isn’t thinking about eating you. 

He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut – telling you he likes seeing you eat – that it’s cute how you take such small bites – and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.

Sometimes he’ll tell you to hop on his lap – his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly. 

The size of it makes you pant.

You’re glad he’s happy having you at the end of the day – after you’ve been loosened up by the others. You fear he’d split you in two if otherwise.

The owner collects you before bedtime after everyone’s had their share – clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom – crawling on all four like an actual animal. You’ll often collapse halfway there, but he doesn’t mind scooping you up to carry you instead – always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated you’ve become.

There’s always a bath waiting for you – a gift for being such a good little pet, he says. 

It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands – rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.

He’s always mumbling about human matters under his breath – money, business, estate – ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he won’t trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.

All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief – something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. It’s communicated through all the other things he says anyway.

He’s always whispering in your ear before bed – sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are – how you’re the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world – telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re finally settling in – how you’ve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.

It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but there’s a familiarity with them – something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild. 

With the owner, you’re reminded you’re a pet eating out of his palm – something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.

He doesn’t fuck you with the same intent as the others do – there’s no rut behind his cold movements. It’s not mating or breeding. It’s something else you can’t put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.

Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat – something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you can’t control yourself.

It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.

Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after you’ve all but begged him to breed you.

♡ part 1

Owner: ♡ BNHA - Aizawa, AFO ♡ JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku ♡ HQ - Ukai Hyena: ♡ BNHA- Shigaraki ♡ JJK- Mahito ♡ HQ - Tendou Wolf: ♡ BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi ♡ JJK- Sukuna, Naoya ♡ HQ - Sakusa Fox: ♡ BNHA - Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Amajiki ♡ JJK- Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya Leopard & Panther: ♡ BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Dabi & Hawks ♡ JJK - Geto & Gojo ♡ HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma Bear: ♡ BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio ♡ JJK- Toji, Nanami, Higuruma ♡ HQ - Daichi, Ushijima

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[seijorhi]

Violent Delights

for my very dearest best friend (wife) @iwaasfairy i'm sorry it's super late, but august and april both start with 'a' which basically means they're the same month <33 iwaizumi hajime x female reader w.c 4.4k tw: yandere themes, non-con, drugged reader, blood/gore, murder, incest, sorta smut (nsfw)

M I N E

It’s funny in a way. Amidst the wreckage, the blood, what was left of your friends and the cooling puddle of cum splattered across your naked stomach, four letters carved into your bedroom wall seemed almost… harmless. Or at least the easiest to digest. Fixate on.

The detective asked about your ex partners, the dates you’d been on recently, whether or not you’d noticed anyone in your day-to-day paying you too much attention, if anyone made you feel uncomfortable, or said anything that seemed out of place.

But your exes don’t care enough to kill, and the two dates you’ve been on in the last six months never bothered to text you back. No one’s left weird, unsettling gifts, or stared too long in line at the coffee shop. There’s nothing. No precursor or warning, no giant red flag waving in front of you.

Mine. 

Hovering on the edge of numbness, blind hysteria just out of reach, you stare at the beige walls of the hotel room they’d put you up in, the angry gouges flickering in and out of existence with every blink. 

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Kaori was the one obsessed with all the true crime stuff. She’d be the first to tell you psychopaths and nutjobs – they don’t jump straight into drugging and triple homicide. There’s a pattern of behaviour. Escalation. 

Something you missed. 

Then again, considering it’s her blood still caked under your fingernails, there’s a strong possibility she wouldn’t be all that enthusiastic about the whole thing to begin with. 

You need a shower, a proper one – not the glorified sponging off they’d given you at the hospital. Enough to get you out the door, not nearly enough to scrub away the grime and rid yourself of what he did to you–

The others had it worse. You survived. He barely touched you.

Mine. 

The thought of scalding water, of scrubbing yourself raw does hold a certain appeal, yet hunched over atop starched white sheets, those same bloody fingernails sink into the flesh of your arms instead, grounding you in the tiny bite of pain. 

Minutes tick past and you don’t so much as twitch. Not until a sharp knock sounds at the door and a gruff voice calls out your name. 

You wait half a beat, but when nothing more is forthcoming, you slowly edge yourself off the bed, making your way to the door. Through the peephole you spy a dark haired officer, different to the one who’d dropped you off, staring back at you. 

They did tell you there’d be an officer with you the whole time, at least for the next twenty four hours. 

“Miss?” he calls again, and you distantly realise that while your hand is poised over the deadlock, you haven’t moved to undo it. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, your forehead meeting the wooden door with a muted thud, you curse that stupid, tremulous fluttering in your chest. They’re here for you, protecting you. You’re safe.

Open the damn door. 

“Y-yeah?”

Coward.

“Brought some food for you. Dinner.” There’s a rustling on the other side, and you raise your head to peer back through the glass in time to see him lift up a paper carry bag to the peephole. The idea of eating anything right now has your stomach roiling in protest. “Nothing fancy, but it’s good, I swear,” he says. Then, gentler, like he’s talking down a spooked animal, adds, “You need to eat.”

Still, you hesitate. All you need to do is open the door, grab the food and then at least it’s there if you want it later. Easy. 

Too quick, too jerky to be natural, you twist at the handle and yank the door open a scant few inches, enough for you to reach out an arm expectantly for the food. “Thank you,” you pre-empt, because hungry or not, you’re not completely without manners.

The officer lifts an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. I’m not taking heat from the Cap when the guys on the next shift find you passed out ‘cause you haven’t eaten anything,” he scoffs. “C’mon, we can talk while you eat.” Not a suggestion – you barely have time to stumble back before he’s pushing his way inside and kicking the door closed behind him. The second he takes to flick the lock somehow simultaneously eases the knots in your stomach and sends your heartrate ratcheting.

It’s halfway to a miracle that you’re still standing at all. 

“Eat,” he tells you, his deep voice brooking no disagreement as he shoves the bag of food your way and grabs the lone chair in the room, dragging it closer to the edge of the bed and settling himself down. Clearly he has no intention of going anywhere until he’s satisfied you’ve eaten your fill.

With little else for it, you do as you’re told, reaching into the bag to find steamed buns at your fingertips, still warm as you pry open the wrapper– and wince. The familiar scent of pork, ginger and chives wafts through the air, unwittingly digging at old wounds. 

Suddenly you’re a kid again, strolling down the hill with your family, one hand tucked safely within your brother’s, the other grasping a steaming hot bun. You’re happy and whole and so, so young–

“Something wrong? You don’t like meat buns?” 

Not the time. Ignoring the bitter ache the memory conjures, you’re quick to shake your head, “No. No, thank you. It’s great.” You doubt he buys it, but then again you also doubt he cares so long as you get something in your stomach. 

One bite, chew, swallow. Another, chew, swallow – mechanical until it isn’t. The first bun disappears and you reach for the second.

“How’s your head?” he asks.

You swallow down another mouthful. “Fuzzy. Sore. I still can’t remember anything,” you  admit, in case that’s where this line of questioning is going. Nothing beyond waking up in your bed covered in blood and a stranger’s cum at any rate.

The blood work they did at the hospital confirmed you were drugged along with the others, the detective mentioning the near-empty bottle of wine they’d found, which they were in the process of testing too. He’d also pointed out the lack of evidence indicating any kind of forced entry, which paired with the former is something you’ve been trying not to dwell on. 

The officer gives a considering nod, “That’s to be expected, don’t worry about it. I still think it’s worth asking a few more questions if you’re feeling up to it?” Again, it’s phrased like a question, but already he’s pulling out a voice recorder, setting down on the mattress between you. 

“Um, sure. Yeah,” you croak. 

A small smile, “Good.” He leans forward to switch on the recorder. “We’ll start with the other victims – your friends. Tell me about them.”

“Kaori, she’s– she was my best friend. We worked at the same grocer when I first moved out of my parents’ place, when I got a job here she made the decision to move with me. That was about six months ago.” 

“And the other two?” 

“Her brother Koji and another friend of ours Takashi. They came up to visit; Kaori’s been back once or twice since we left, but I hadn’t seen them–” tears blur at your vision and your voice just… gives out. 

They’re gone. 

You drag a shuddering breath in and it hurts. 

Blindly, your hand reaches across the bed, blood tipped fingers sprawling over pristine white, and when they meet warmth – an open palm outstretched – you seize it and cling on with everything you have. You’ll unravel if you don’t.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you chant, each syllable shakier than the last.

He dips his chin, just barely, and squeezes your hand, “You invited them?”

A wordless, wide eyed nod. 

“You were close.” Not a question. He sounds like he’s mulling over the thought, though his expression is inscrutable. “Were you involved with any of them?”

This time, there’s the slightest hesitation before you shake your head. The officer frowns, “I need the truth. Your friends were attacked for a reason. Lying to me won’t help bring their families peace.”

The blood drains from your face, your heart lurching on a sickening thud. 

Your fault. 

Instinctively, you yank back your hand, or try to at least, but his grip tightens – enough to keep you from drawing away, not enough to hurt. Though neither his tone nor his expression hold any condemnation, it doesn’t change the truth of the matter. 

You didn’t drug them or pick up the knife and swing. You didn’t invite this psycho into your life, but the fact remains that they’re dead because of you. 

“I– it wasn’t like that. We weren’t… I didn’t–” 

MINE.

Tears threaten to spill and your bottom lip trembles. 

For a long, drawn out moment, he simply stares. There’s a twitch at his jaw and he sighs – more of a grunt, really – leaning back and pulling his hand from yours to rake through his dark hair. 

(Stupid, you think, how some part of you mourns the loss.) 

“Okay, alright. Fine. We’ll come back to that,” he concedes. “What about other friends? Coworkers you were close with?”

“No, I– I already told the detective I wasn’t seeing anyone.”

An irritated flash darkens his gaze. “I didn’t ask if you were fucking them.” And you must make a truly pathetic picture then, flinching like a kicked puppy, because he lets out another huff, closing his eyes for a beat and visibly working to soften the harsh lines of his expression. “Shit, okay– I’m sorry. It’s been a long day for us both,” he makes an odd noise, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, the sound entirely devoid of humour. “The guy who did this, he either already knows about the people precious to you, or he’s gonna do his damn best to find out, and if he thinks they’re threats, he’ll hurt them, or worse – he’ll use them to hurt you. I need you to tell me everything.”

And so, feeling the exhaustion of the day creeping over you, you do.

You tell him about the small group from work you occasionally go out for Friday drinks with, your old friends from uni, right down to the neighbour two floors below, who’d seen you hauling boxes the day you’d moved in and immediately offered to help. When you’d christened the kitchen baking you’d made sure to bring him some, and just last week you’d had tea with him and his grandma.

“What about school? Anyone you still keep in contact with?”

You try for a laugh but it sounds all wrong. “I wasn’t exactly popular back then,” 

His eyes narrow. They flit across your face like he’s searching for… something. You feel like a bug, pinned in place, squirming and uncomfortable, your face too hot. 

“Bullied?” he probes. 

Another nod. 

“How ‘bout family?”

Your mouth dries.

“My parents… I haven’t spoken to them in months. We don’t really get along.” The last conversation you’d had with them, if you could call it as much, lasted all of five minutes. Dry pleasantries and thinly veiled criticisms, wrapped up in yet another pointed reminder that things didn’t have to be this way – you were the one adamant on shutting them out. 

You doubt it’d raise a single eyebrow between them if you went the same again without contact. 

“Siblings?”

Another tear slips from your lashes and you swallow against the tight lump in your throat. The weight of his gaze feels oppressive, you’re too bare, too vulnerable, you don’t want to talk about this, so you shift your line of sight to the paper delivery bag, half crumpled now, and let your fingernails sink into the skin of your palms. 

Still, the words don’t come straight away, and when they do, they’re strained. Choked. Painted so thick is grief that you wonder if he understands them at all.

“No. I uh, I had a brother– a twin brother. He died.” 

You don’t talk about your brother, ever.

Kaori knew the bare bones of it. Koji and Takashi too – you had a twin brother, he died, and it fucked you up. Without ever uttering a word, they’d known not to press, that the wounds left behind weren’t quite as healed as the scar tissue led to believe. 

“How old were you?”

Seven, when you lost him. Twelve, when the letters stopped coming. 

“Fourteen,” you whisper, curling in on yourself. “He was sick.”

Stop asking, stop talking, stop, stop, stop. 

When you risk a look in the officer’s direction, his features are hewn granite, eyes set in a hard, angry glare that steals the very breath from your lungs. “Yeah?” he grunts, rising to his feet. “You stopped writing long before that.”

There’s just enough time for understanding to crash over you, for your lips to part, a feather light gasp of “Hajime?” to slip out before you’re flat on your back, wrists pinned to the mattress above your head, the officer– a ghost– Hajime looming over you. 

“What did I fucking tell you?”  

—

‘Sweetie, make sure you hold your brother’s hand.’

They��d meant when you were walking home from the bus stop, or crossing the road. When there was a buddy system so no one got separated or left behind. 

Hajime was always holding your hand. Not because your parents told him to, but because that’s how it was supposed to be. You were twins, he’d been born first (by all of six minutes) and you had followed. You were always following Hajime, and he was always going to look after you. 

Until he gets put into the Otter class with Mr Inagaki, and you go into Dugong with Miss Ino. 

Hajime’s nothing short of enraged. He throws chairs and yells and tries to kick the Principal, but it doesn’t change anything.

It would be good for you, they said, to have a chance to make other friends. ‘You can’t keep using your brother as a crutch, honey,’ your mother gently admonishes. 

Hajime scowls at that. Later, when it’s just the two of you hiding away in his room, he tells you she’s an idiot and a liar. ‘You don’t need anyone else. You have me.’

You knew that. You’d always have Hajime, but the other kids in your class weren’t as awful as he made them sound. Some of them were actually kind of cool, and they liked you, too.

For a while, you began to believe you could have both; Hajime and your new friends. 

Until one day you’re waiting for him at lunch when a boy from your class tugs on your braids and with a wide, toothy grin, loudly proclaims to the whole playground that even though you were a girl, and girls have cooties, it’d probably be okay if you wanted to be his girlfriend. 

You didn’t see Hajime coming up behind you. You’ve no idea where he found the scissors. The only warning either of you get is a sudden, splitting roar before he’s throwing himself at the smaller boy, tackling him to the ground. 

‘She’s MINE!’

Silver glints, flashing in the sunlight, and a high pitched shriek rips through the playground as he brings the scissors down on the poor, struggling boy. 

With a viciousness you’d never known of your brother, he swings again and again. It’s chaos. The other kids scatter and the teachers run to intervene. Hajime, spitting and snarling, red in the face and half-feral, doesn’t stop for them.

He stops for you. 

At the sound of a sharp little gasp, a line of red slashed along your forearm, Hajime stops dead, wide, horrified eyes fixed on yours.

—

‘Sweetie, what have I told you about snooping? I raised you better than that.’

‘But they’re addressed to me. Hajime wrote to me.’

‘Your brother’s not well, those letters– they’ll only upset you. I don’t want you reading them.’

‘… He says he misses me.’

‘I know, but he’s where he belongs, getting help. You want that for him, don’t you? To get the help he needs?’

‘I want to write back to him.’

—

There’s another letter waiting for you when you get home from school.

You hang your backpack near the door, still damp from being tossed in the pool, and eye the opened envelope sitting by your father. He doesn’t look up from his laptop when you reach for it, doesn’t lift a finger to stop you. Nevertheless, the displeasure radiates from him clear as day. 

“You shouldn’t encourage him. He’s not well.”

You’d scoff if it wouldn’t get you in trouble. Nothing you said could ever be taken as ‘encouragement’, and you’re under no illusions about who and what your brother is. 

The violence terrifies you. Sometimes he says things in the letters he writes that make your stomach all twisty and your palms sweat, but Hajime could be a monster, and you think you’d love him anyway. You wouldn’t have a choice. 

So you pluck at the envelope and tuck it close, making your way to your room without another glance at either of your parents. Sitting cross legged atop your bed, you eagerly scan the contents;

He hates the new therapist. They had a movie night planned, but some asshole started a fight and the whole thing got cancelled. The food’s still shit. He’s fed up and pissed off, whether he behaves or not, they won’t let him out and they won’t give him what he wants, so what’s the point in pretending?

The both of you turn twelve in ten days time – you owe it to him to come spend it together. 

—

‘Maybe it’s for the best, sweetheart.’

Dismissive. She’s always dismissive. Your hands curl in response, tightening before you force yourself to flex them out and bite your tongue. It’s not worth the fight. Neither one of them actually care, and nothing you say will ever change that. 

He’s angry at you. Or hurt. Both, probably. 

They wouldn’t let you visit. You’d begged – cried, even – and it hadn’t swayed them. The rules are that you aren’t allowed to go and see Hajime and you aren’t allowed to talk to him on the phone. The letters are the only communication you have, and when your twelfth birthday comes and goes, those stop too.

You’ve sent four letters since, no response. 

He’s shut you out entirely and while you can’t blame him for it, it’s painful.

You’ve always had Hajime, through everything. Him shutting you out feels like losing a limb– 

No, it’s more than that. It’s like slowly losing some vital function inside of you. Like your lungs are shutting down and you can’t breathe properly and your heart isn’t pumping the way it should. You feel guilty and horrible and at least twice, you debate trying to find a way to sneak out and make the two hour journey on your own, just so you can see him.

It’s a stupid idea, they wouldn’t even let you through the front door, but it’s the only idea you have and so you cling to it.

You keep writing to him– panicked. Desperate. Begging his forgiveness. 

He never writes back.

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They sit you down at breakfast three months after your fourteenth birthday and tell you Hajime’s gone.

There was another fight, someone pushed him–

You don’t want to hear the details. They don’t matter and your ears are ringing too loud to make sense of them anyway.

Hajime is gone.

The cord between you was stretched and fraying already. He hadn’t written in over two years and probably hated you towards the end but he– he was–

Yours. A part of you. 

Gone.

And your mother’s asking about the English test you have second period. 

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“What. Did. I. Say?” Each word is slowly enunciated, a quiet growl that drags an unwilling shiver down your spine. 

He smells of wood – of cedar, spice and musk, the notes melding, coiling with the dizzying body heat, the solid weight of him, bracing himself above you.

His lips are mere inches from yours. 

Not dead. 

Here.

There’s a thousand thoughts racing through your head, connections that light up, clicking into place like pieces of a puzzle, painting a deeply unsettling picture – all of which are drowned out by the revelation that Hajime is here.

You burst into tears–

and Hajime – your brother, very much alive and glaring at you from above – surges down to swallow them in a vicious kiss.

The moment your lips touch, all the tension in his body just… bleeds out. Hajime groans, low and heated, his hips rocking, grinding along your stomach, and if you weren’t too preoccupied short circuiting, dangling on the precipice of a panic attack, you’d feel the twitch of his mouth, curling into a small but no less satisfied smirk.

He relaxes, like he’s coming home rather than returning from the dead to land the killing blow.

“Mine,” he answers his own question, breath heavy and ragged as his teeth nip at your jaw. “I told you you’re fucking mine.”

The scratches on the wall. Kaori and Koji and Takashi, asleep in a sea of red. The viscous mess spilled over your belly. Your mother’s hushed voice, carrying down the hallway, ‘– only a phase. The books all say he’ll grow out of it before long.’

She hadn’t sounded convinced. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, desperate to block it all out as more tears spill into your hairline. Hajime won’t let you. He groans your name into the shell of your ear and licks at the tears as they fall. “Don’t,” he warns, fingers pressing tightly around your wrists ‘til they shoot back open with a gasp, “don’t you dare check out.”

When he rucks up your shirt to find you sans bra and a warm palm slides up to grope the soft, supple skin, a fresh burst of panic spurs you into action. Pinned under his weight as you are, you can’t move, and the idea of trying to physically fight him off is as laughable as it is terrifying – but when you were younger, you were the one – the only one – who could coax Hajime back from the edge, your hand in his.

Until he leapt from it entirely, and they took him away.

“H-Hajime?” A trembling, hiccuping whimper, thick with tears.  

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause – shuffling down your body to mouth at them instead – but hooded, simmering pools of green flick back up to your face, a hum of acknowledgement rumbling in his chest as he nips and sucks pretty, burgundy blooms across your breasts.

“I-if you ever loved me, even a little… Please, Haji– don’t hurt me like this–” you choke on another sob, pathetic mess that you are.

Hajime goes preternaturally still, eyes boring into you. 

You stare right back, fighting the urge to cower and flinch, to turn your cheek and stare at the discarded dumpling wrappers, letting him take what he wants. Praying that he won’t hurt you too badly if you give it to him without a fight.

Because it will hurt, you think. It’ll break you entirely. 

(Are you not already broken?)

When his head drops, you can’t help it – the sharp, terrified hitch in your breath – but his lips meet your forehead, then each cheek, before finally they brush over your lips with a tenderness he has no right to. “You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he vows, cradling the side of your jaw, “I won’t hurt you, ever.”

But that’s a lie, too.

“I love you more than anything.”

He kisses you again, soft and sweet and gentle, as if those promises weren’t sewn from violence and legitimised in blood. As if he isn’t breaking your heart with every sweep of his tongue, plundering your mouth.

There’s no fight in you left when he reaches for the waistband of your sweats and slowly starts easing them down. You don’t claw and shove when the hold on your wrists loosens and then disappears entirely, both hands needed to strip away his clothes. 

The sound of his belt buckle clinking, the soft hiss of a zipper, they wash over you, white noise lost to the pounding in your ears. 

But you don’t look away.

He strokes his cock – long and thick and flushed to the tip –  crawling up the mattress to kneel between your legs like a supplicant before an altar of the divine. 

Devotion demands sacrifice. 

“It killed me,” he starts, dragging the mushroom head along the slit of your pussy. He frowns a little, leans back and spits – a fat glob of saliva landing dead centre, adding to the mess his weeping cock’s already made. “When the letters stopped coming. I was angry, so fucking angry, all the time. I’d lash out and they’d put me in another cage, and I’d do it again, and again. They tried convincing me you’d moved on,” his eyes flash darkly, “which was bullshit. They’d have to carve me out of you with a knife.”

What shocks you isn’t the violent imagery, but the truth of it settling into your bones, inescapable and undeniable; you’ll always love your brother, even if that very love destroys you.

“I didn’t–”

The first thrust rips a strangled yelp from your throat. 

He’s too big, you’re not prepared to take him – and Hajime doesn’t care. His head tips back, shuddering out a breathy laugh. 

There’s no pause, no period of grace, seated deep inside of you, the walls of your pussy hugging him tight, Hajime won’t allow you a second to catch your breath and wait for the burning sting to abate. His hips draw back until only the throbbing head of his cock remains inside, and, upon grabbing a leg to hitch over his shoulder, uses it as leverage to punch forward, stuffing your tight little cunt to the brim.

The pace he sets is brutal from the outset. Bruising. He licks at your tears between kisses and moans when you clench and shudder around him. “Never again,” he pants into your ear. “I’ll kill them all if you leave. Every last fucking one. You’re mine. Mine.”

And you’d think it cruel, a punishment, if not for the way those green eyes burn. 

When his fingers twine with yours, pressing you down into the mattress, holding you there, you wonder if this was always an inevitability. 

Hajime led and you followed, hand in bloody hand. 

He’d never allow anything less.

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P.S.T EP. 14 | Of Wolf and Man ft Winter, Ningning.

length: 26.5k words ✦

Winter, Ningning & Male Reader

Special guest: Noze, Aespa Backup Dancers.

tags: orgy (?, anal, anal creampie, overstimulation, voyeur, multiple blowjob, squirt, ass eating, pussy eating, threesome, creampie, multiple facial, rough sex, hate sex, bi, blowjob, kinda daddy kink (?, facefuck, bit fluff

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That fucking reporter already had you frankly fed up.

He had you, the staff and the girls acting paranoid with anything you did. No matter where you went, you always had to have extra eyes on your back and every part of your body to make sure there weren't any nasty moles lurking around. Sometimes you weren't even allowed to go out of the hotels as a precaution, and it was like that in DC, as well as in Chicago, as well as in Boston.

Cornered like a flock of sheep with a wolf on the prowl, and limited like a caged bird, so you were ever since. And it was a fucking pain in the balls.

Of course the girls weren't exactly saints. Quite the opposite: they were still the same four horny demons who didn't hesitate for a second to squeeze every drop out of you. The only thing was that now they had to be more cautious, and think with their brains instead of with their hormones, which wasn’t easy considering their recent history.

And you, well. If we went back to the flock of sheep metaphor, you could perfectly be the shepherd dog and Jihye your owner. You didn't really know how you could have everything so under control, but you weren't going to complain. If there was something you were grateful for, it was that you were not immersed in collective hysteria in every city you visited while distrusting even your own shadow.

"The good thing is that after the show you can all relax a little," Jihye said, after handing you printouts of the schedule for that day and explaining a couple of things to keep in mind. "The next stop is Mexico City, so that should be a little more comfortable."

During this stop you were in New York for a show in Brooklyn, staying at the Conrad New York Downtown. As usual, that morning the six of you were having your breakfast, in a beautiful restaurant within the same building full of natural light thanks to the multiple windows, a low ceiling and a parquet floor. You had chosen a circular table in the back, which would have had a view of the financial district if not all the windows were covered with white curtains.

"Do you have any news about… you know, the reporter?" asked Rina, who had already finished her breakfast and was just finishing drinking her apple juice in slow sips. "It's been a while now, the girls and I are worried."

They all nodded, and fixed their gaze on Jihye, who had taken a bite of her toast and had her mouth full to respond. She first wiped her mouth and swallowed.

"We already confirmed that there are no snitches among us, or anything like that," she said, and then chuckled. "Though there will certainly be raises in the near future," she then looked at you. "Because a few staff members know your real job, especially the backup dancers."

You stared at her without blinking, a crumb of bread on your upper lip. That was unexpected.

"Don't worry, they'll keep their pretty little mouths shut."

You shook your head and looked down at your breakfast again. Nothing heavy that morning. Just some French toast with ricotta and a bowl of berries.

"Well I fucking hope so," you said, and put a blueberry in your mouth.

"But I do have to say that you are quite popular among them," Jihye said, with a mocking voice. "Some even requested time alone with you."

The toast you were eating would never have been as fascinating as that moment, where your cheeks felt hot. Finding yourself with the mocking glances of other girls? No way, the very interesting bread texture was a better option.

"What did you say to them, Noh Jihye?" Rina asked, and from that low, raspy tone of voice you could tell that she wasn't too happy.

Even the raspberries and blackberries looked very interesting that morning. You put one of each in your mouth.

"That he's an adult and if they wanted to ask him for help they could, of course," Jihye replied. "But, that your needs are the priority, chill."

"Ha!" Rina laughed. "They are all afraid of me, they would never ask him under that condition."

"Hey!" Jihye gave the air a little swipe. "You need to be nicer to them, you know? Besides, who knows…?" you noticed how she looked at you again. "Maybe he wants to rail them too."

You almost spit your coffee on the white tablecloth. In fact, a small droplet escaped from between your lips and landed on your thigh.

Rina tried to protest, but Jihye raised her finger at her to shut her up.

"Hey, moron," she grabbed a napkin and passed it over your lips. You couldn't help but look at her with a frown. "Do you have any updates we should know?"

You raised your eyebrows, leaned back in your chair, and let out a sigh as you looked at your cup.

"Well, I know that bastard keeps sticking his nose where it doesn't belong," you said, and crossed your arms to look at Jihye. "Apparently he found out where my apartment is in Seoul, and gave Chaery a good scare while she went to check to make sure everything was okay."

"Fuck, I really want to smash that guy's face…" Aeri said as she played on her phone.

"Same" you said. "But that itself is nothing incriminating, she passed it off as if we were friends and that's it. She also made sure to remove all her belongings from the apartment in case the guy got bold and decided to go snooping around."

"You can sue him for that, right?" Rina asked. "In case he really dares."

"I could, yeah. Only with the necessary proofs, of course," you shrugged. "I have another news," you looked at Jihye. "But I don't know if it's appropriate to discuss it here because it has to do with… you know, Red Velvet."

Jihye stared into space and pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, smart enough to know what you meant.

"Just say what you have to say."

"Alright," you nodded and took a breath. "Seulgi and Yeri both called me separately, and they both told me that Irene had been… quite strange lately. You remember the closed-door meeting at SM to discuss all this stuff back in Seoul with my previous clients, right? Well, that's where she started acting weird, according to them."

From the moment you mentioned Irene's name, Jihye's face changed completely. Now she seemed shocked, yes, but also angry. The girls did not have a very different appearance; they were all about to release steam from their nostrils.

You put a hand on Jihye's knee and grimaced. You felt genuinely sorry for her.

"I wish I could have told you this at a better time, but it had to be said," you looked at the others. "But hey, that could mean nothing and just be a coinc…"

“That fucking bitch…” Ning muttered, interrupting you.

Your heart skipped a beat hearing Ning call Jihye's ex-girlfriend that in front of her, but to your surprise, she nodded herself and let out a heavy breath through her nose.

"It could mean a lot," she corrected you, looking up at the ceiling. "That woman has always been vengeful… and fucking toxic," she said in a lower tone.

There was an awkward silence at the table, which lasted for a few long seconds in which all of you thought about it.

"We will discuss this matter later," Jihye chimed. "Today is the last show here in the USA, and we must give our best."

"Yeah," you and the girls said at the same time with a nod. And then you dedicated yourself to finishing breakfast in silence.

Going to venues early with the staff was already something common for you, and also something you genuinely enjoyed.

You went from place to place on stage, making sure the tape marks for the choreography were all in place. Then you went to the team that did all the mixing and sound engineering, and helped them tune up some speakers and replace some cables.

A few weeks ago you were practically a disaster at all of that, but along the way you became more and more familiar with every possible facet of the staff of that super act called Aespa. The most curious thing is that you never expected to enjoy it so much, but how could you not? Every time you learned something new, and you lost track of time when they taught you about something you were passionate about. You had even made some good friends within the staff, very nice people by the way.

When you got off the stage, the first thing you did was go straight to the snack area to look for a cold drink, but on the way you came face to face with a pride of hungry lionesses.

When you passed by the backup dancers you heard some giggles that weren't a surprise to you considering what Jihye had told you that morning. You were nervous as shit at the idea of ​​dealing with these girls you didn't know at all, but you had to be a little daring in life.

You turned a little more than a meter away from them, and you found that five of them were looking at you in a not very hidden way. You stared at the blonde one. Not for anything specific, it was just where your eyes fell first.

"I'll be sure to give you my phone and room number when we get to Mexico City, don't worry," you said, trying hard not to sound like Johnny Bravo.

They looked at each other with expressions somewhere between surprised and excited. One of them was about to speak, but you raised a hand.

"But," you continued. "You must get Jiminie's approval first."

Everyone's expressions changed, and now their brows were furrowed.

"Waaah!" one of them complained, "That girl!"

The girls turned and continued their course, mumbling about how cruel Rina was sometimes. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself. Not long ago it was exactly what you would have referred to her, but after spending so much time with that girl you could never call her that. She was one of the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful people you had ever met. Just that… well, she was kind of possessive and rude.

But there was no need to talk about the devil. Because he himself showed up as soon as you turned around and saw them all arrive at the venue, walking towards you. It was then that you realized how much time had actually passed, and you laughed as you remembered the first impression you had of them when they strapped you into the seat on that plane.

After giving them a brief greeting, you quickly went to grab your drink and returned to them to help them with anything they needed. Ning for example had a craving to drink the same thing you were drinking, so you had to go back to the snack area and get her one too. It would have annoyed you if Minjeong had asked for it, for example, but for Ning's sake you would go to the other side of the country to see her with a smile on her face.

When everything was ready and the show was about to start Jihye immediately went to you and clung to your arm with both arms, her head resting on your shoulder. She kept you close to her at all times, and in a rare and cute moment of calm that you certainly appreciated, you dedicated yourself to just enjoying the show in silence.

Upon returning to the hotel at night, Jimin had surprised you all with a wonderful idea—for her—: an after-party in their room in which everyone, including some members of the staff and the backup dancers, were invited.

The suite in question was quite large. Not as much as the one you and Jimin had in Miami, but it was enough for four people to be comfortable. Now, you weren't entirely sure how feasible it would be to put more than 10 noisy people in that space. But no matter how much you tried to reason with her, she just wouldn't listen to you, so you didn't insist any further.

You went to your room and took a quick shower, came out and got dressed. Lacking information about the dress code, you chose the most NPC outfit you could: a loose white t-shirt, black pants, and white sneakers.

Something told you that the next morning would be quite rushed and hectic, so when you were ready to leave, you began the annoying task of packing all your things and leaving them well organized, so that it would just be a matter of grabbing them and leave.

There was a window of free time for you once you finished, so you decided to write to the ITZY girls to see how they were doing. Only two of them responded to you instantly: Chaery and Yuna. You talked to both of them for about 20 minutes, until the interruption came in the form of a message from Noh Jihye.

You got out of bed and, knowing that you wouldn't be returning to your room for the night, locked the door before heading to Jihye's room, which was literally two rooms away from yours. You knocked on the door twice.

"Come in!" you heard her say on the other side.

When you opened the door you found her in front of her mirror, getting ready to leave. She turned to look at you just as you closed the door behind you, and you were surprised by how provocatively she was dressed: khaki pants and an open jacket, underneath which she was only wearing a Calvin Klein sports bra with her sexy midriff exposed.

"I still need to finish my makeup, but I wanted to know your opinion about… you know."

She turned to the mirror and you went to sit on the edge of the bed, right behind her. You leaned back and rested your hands on her mattress, looking at her through the mirror.

"Let's see, spill the tea," you said.

"I talked to some of my colleagues at SM about this whole thing and they told me that everything seemed status quo," she said, putting on lipstick. "Apparently Irene hasn't missed any scheduled events or anything."

"Obviously she can't do that. But we can't just ignore what Seulgi and Yeri say about her," you pointed out. "They're closer to her than anyone else, and if they say she's acting weird, there must be a reason."

"Yeah, but we still can't get any evidence of that while on tour," she put away her lipstick and moved on to adjust her hair. "What is true is that she knows very well what role you play with us here, because similar cases have already been seen on other tours by other groups."

"And you don't think it has anything to do with you breaking ties with her?" You tilted your head to see her better, as she covered her face with her own arm while she combed her hair.

Jihye stayed quiet, and slowly lowered her brush as she looked at herself. She then shrugged with a tired look.

"Could be," she finally said. "But now is not the time to worry about that, we have to go."

She turned around and offered you her hand, you took it and you both walked out of the room with your arms linked, heading to the girls' suite a couple of floors above.

If you hadn't previously known which girls' suite was, the booming loud music, laughter, and loud chatter would have given them away pretty quickly.

"Fuck, good thing all the adjacent rooms are ours," Jihye said as you stood in front of the suite door.

"Ah, no wonder there's so much noise."

In fact the noise was not only coming from the girls' suite, but from a few rooms away in each direction.

Jihye turned to look at you as if you were born stupid, a tradition.

"Well yeah, what did you expect? That everyone would fit in there?"

"I mean I don't know!" you protested. "Those girls are crazy."

"Yeah yeah, just knock on the door honey."

You took a step forward with her still linked to your arm and knocked on the door a couple of times. There was a little 'silence' inside.

"Password?" you heard Aeri's voice from the other side.

You and Jihye exchanged glances, both with your brows furrowed.

"I don't know such a password, so we'll go to our rooms to sleep!" you said, standing close to the door so she could hear you.

Not even two seconds passed when Aeri suddenly opened the door and grabbed your arm to pull you inside, consequently also pulling Jihye. Aeri then closed the door behind you.

"It's about time our guest of honor arrived!" she said, and passed by your left.

The girls' suite had a living room as soon as you entered, with a wooden wall unit that housed cabinets, small display cases, and a space for a television. There used to be a couple of circular tables with chairs, but it looked like they had been removed before the party actually started. Seeing who was in there you knew why, and also why Aeri had said what she said a second ago.

You were the only man in a room full of women.

"The other guys freaked out and went to play poker and drink in the next room," Aeri said in an amused tone, and went to sit with the Aespa girls on the large corner couch in the back.

You knew perfectly well that that wasn't true. Those men were never invited to that suite in the first place, you confirmed it when you saw all of them, including the backup dancers, in both comfortable and extremely provocative pajamas.

The backup dancers were the same ones you had come across earlier. You didn't know the name of any of them, but seeing them like that made you re-confirm that they were all stupidly hot as well. They were sitting on the floor, arranged in a circle right next to the sofa.

"Well, playing poker with them sounds pretty fun," you said, avoiding their gazes. "Which room is it?"

Minjeong, who was only wearing a semi-transparent tank top, through which you could see her tits, and red panties, stood up and crossed her arms, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you really think you'll have more fun with those stinkers than with us?" she asked.

You examined everyone's 'outfits', including Jihye's, and then realized that you must look like a jester dressed like that. Communication had to be improved for next time.

You leaned towards Jihye, took her hand and moved closer to her ear.

"Are you okay with all this?" you whispered. "You know… because of who's here."

Jihye gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and nodded.

"Oh don't worry, they're already thoroughly vetted, so it's all good."

Rina stood up and walked towards you, she was wearing extremely small shorts and a crop top sweater under which she obviously wasn't wearing a bra.

Being in front of you, she put her hand directly on your cock, and squeezed it through your pants. It was all you needed to definitively fall into the black widow's net. Great, how fucking weak you were.

She brought her face closer to yours and looked into your eyes.

"You're going to go play poker like a coward…" she kneaded your cock a one time and left her hand still again. "Or are you going to play with us?"

"I don't know… it depends on what you're going to play, of course."

Rina squeezed your cock again, which became hard under her hand.

"Does it matter?"

You licked your lips and took a deep breath so as not to take off those shorts and fuck her in front of everyone to see.

"Nah, not really."

"Great, now undress and stay in just your boxers, t-shirt and socks," she ordered, turned around and went back to her seat.

Jihye took off her jacket, threw it aside and took your hand to go with you to the circle where the backup dancers were. They opened a seat for you, where Jihye sat on your right.

There was a mixed reaction among the other girls. Some seemed surprised, others smiled to themselves and looked you up and down between giggles. You exchanged glances with each one, and then looked at Jihye.

"Are you going to introduce them to me or what?" you asked.

"Oh right, right," Jihye nodded, pointing first to the girl on your left. She was the girl you had locked eyes with earlier. She was wearing only a white sweater and black panties. "These are Minha, Youjin, Chaeyeon, Nakyung and Yunji," she said, pointing to each one.

"Very well, nice to meet you," you nodded, with a small smile.

“Oh, the pleasure is ours,” Youjin said with a giggle, looking at the bulge in your boxers."

"I agree," Minha said from beside you, who kept looking at you with the biggest 'fuck me' eyes you had ever seen.

You looked at Ning, who was sitting hugging her legs on the left end of the couch, right behind Chaeyeon. She was wearing high black stockings, panties of the same color, and an olive green hoodie. The look she gave you, you immediately interpreted as 'What do you need, darling'?

"Baby, would you serve me and Jihye a couple of shots?" you said. "We need to warm up a little."

"Yeah!" she nodded, and stood up immediately.

You stared at her, hoping that she would look for a bottle of vodka or maybe gin for the shots. Well, the woman came back with a little bottle of fucking tequila.

"Oh hell no, I don't want to die today," you protested.

"Shut up and don't be a pussy!" Rina squealed behind Ning as she served you the shots.

Ning handed you the small glass cups, filled to the top with the clear liquid.

"I hope you're not going to drink this today," you said to Ning, with a stern look.

"Not even a single one?" she asked with a pout.

“No,” you said flatly. "You know what happens. Just rum, or something softer."

"Well, it's fine with me," Ning shrugged and leaned down to give you a peck on the forehead. She then returned to the girls on the couch.

“Oh come on…” Jihye said, looking at you with narrowed eyes. "That girl would never listen to me like that."

"Then be thankful I'm here. Cheers," you lifted the glass cup.

"Cheers," Jihye returned.

You both clinked glasses and blew the shot. You couldn't help but wrinkle your face at how stupidly strong that devil's drink was. It even made you a little sick. Jihye had a similar reaction.

"That's fucking disgusting, my god," you grumbled, leaving the empty glass behind you. "Alright, what are we going to play?"

"None of us really got to enjoy our teenage years because we were trainees," Minjeong said. "Playing truth or dare would be fun, or spin the bottle, I don't know."

The light bulb above your head went on immediately.

"Why not both?" you said, and they all turned to look at you. "Someone spins the bottle, they kiss, and then that someone asks the other person truth or dare."

"That might work," Rina agreed. "But I think if whoever the bottle falls on could choose which part they want to be kissed would be more interesting."

Ning had left the bottle of tequila near you, but you weren't going to take another drop of that shit, and you wanted to have something.

"Aight, but give me a second," you quickly stood up and went to the small refrigerator in one of the corners. From there you got a bottle of Martin Miller gin.

“Oh thank god,” Jihye said as you sat down next to her again. "Pour me."

You did so, and you both downed the Gin shot in a second. Now that was a great relief to your throats.

"Well? Who will spin the bottle first?" you asked.

To the surprise of everyone except you and the members, Jihye took the baton and without hesitation spun the bottle. You felt a painful pang in your heart when the bottle fell pointing towards Rina, who had made space for herself in the circle like the rest of the girls.

"Fuck, it's about time you and I kissed," Rina said with a mischievous smile.

Jihye sighed and crawled over to grab her face, but when she tried to kiss Jimin, Jimin put a finger on her lips.

"Nuh-uh," she shook her head. "On the other lips, cutie."

"You've got to be kidding me, Yoo Jimin," Jihye said.

Rina raised an eyebrow.

"You remember what I did for you on the plane, right?" she said.

"I already paid for that debt, you lying whore."

"I don't care, come here."

Rina leaned back and took off the small shorts she was wearing. You weren't surprised by the fact that she wasn't wearing panties underneath her. It was something as natural to you as seeing a leaf fall from a tree.

She spread her legs wide and revealed her pretty pussy for everyone to see. Jihye was forced to lie down on the floor and get between her legs. You couldn't see anything from the angle, but you knew when Jihye started to kiss her down there when Jimin let out a small moan and bit her own lip.

It was only about ten seconds until Jihye returned to her position, licking her lips as if nothing had happened. You looked at Jimin's pussy, now glistening with Jihye's saliva, before she closed her legs and crossed them.

"Truth or dare, bitch?" Jihye asked.

"Dare," Rina blew her a kiss.

From the small evil smile that Jihye escaped you knew that good revenge was coming. You crossed your arms, attentive.

"I dare you to go back to the couch with the members and watch me and the girls take our turns with him."

Rina's mouth was open, and she looked at you with her eyebrows raised as if to say, 'Can you believe it?' You just shrugged and shook your head.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Aeri protested.

"Why do we have to be involved in that whore's dare?" Minjeong screeched with a frown.

"I don't care, I'm the boss," Jihye said arrogantly. "But since I am not cruel, I will make sure that you two and Ning return to the game soon."

"My ass is not cruel!" Rina finally screeched, and she stood up.

"I don't care, go," Jihye gestured towards the couch.

The three missing girls stood up and went to sit on the couch again. Ning was the calmest of all, although she kept giving Jihye resentful glances.

Yujin, the girl to Jihye's right, was next. She spun the bottle, which landed on Chaeyeon. The two of them were quite tame at first, just sharing a sexy kiss for about twenty seconds.

"Truth or dare, unnie?" Yujin asked.

"Dare," Chaeyeon responded.

"I dare you to get naked."

“Uh… we started strong,” Jihye said from beside you.

Chaeyeon did not hesitate to obey. She stood up, and the first thing she did was take off the white tank top she was wearing to reveal a pair of round, good-sized, and extremely pretty tits. Then she pulled down her sweatpants and panties, revealing a body full of delicious pale flesh in every right place.

She pursed her lips to hide a small smile, then she gave you a small glance and went to her place. Maybe you hadn't been too sneaky about admiring her body.

"Oh my god she's delicious," you heard Aeri say.

"I know right?" Minjeong said. "Such pretty tits and thighs."

The next one to spin the bottle was Nakyung, the only one of them all who had cute colorful decorations on strands of her hair. As you did, the bottle stopped pointing towards you. She stared into your eyes and slowly crawled towards you. When her face was in front of yours you gently grabbed her chin, and just when she was going to kiss you, you approached her ear.

"I want you to kiss the bottom of my abdomen…" you whispered. "You know, right on top of my cock."

"Take it for granted," she agreed with a giggle.

You spread your legs to the sides of her and she knelt in the middle. Then you pulled your boxers down as much as you could without showing anything, and Nakyung got on her hands and knees with a perfect backbend that made her ass look like a real delight, since she was only wearing a tight white cropped sweater and a black thong.

She lowered her head and approached the part of your abdomen that you had revealed, and after giving you a little look she began to distribute small, wet kisses along your lower abdomen, which intensified to the point of even adding her tongue and slight exhalations of hot breath.

About a minute passed when she knelt up again and looked you in the eyes.

"Truth or dare, handsome?" she asked.

"Truth."

The common reaction of all the girls was surprise. Nakyung even took a moment to think since she wasn't expecting that answer.

"Have you ever thought about providing services to me and the girls?" she asked.

"The idea has crossed my mind several times, yeah," you nodded. "And I would have been downright delighted."

Minha next to you moved closer to your ear and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Then wait until you feel my pussy just once…" she whispered. "You'll come crawling back for more."

Your cock, hard as a mast under your boxers, throbbed at that crisp and sexy tone of voice. And you were sure everyone saw it.

"Oh come on," Minjeong complained from the couch. "You better put a little more effort into those questions and dares because otherwise I'll go suck cocks in the next room."

"Just calm your horny ass and wait, slut," you snapped, and fixed your gaze on Chaeyeon, who was next.

She turned the bottle, which stopped pointing at Jihye.

Jihye was pretty quick to take off her sports bra, to reveal that cute little pair of tits that you had already loved a few weeks ago. The girls except the members were speechless. You guessed that none of them had seen Jihye naked before.

"Come here and eat my tits, beautiful," Jihye said, beckoning with her finger.

Chaeyeon crawled over to Jihye and wrapped an arm around her body to bring her chest closer to her mouth. She put one breast into her mouth, and then the other. She alternated between both nipples with sensual sucks, kisses and licks, while Jihye stroked her raven black hair.

You had everything happening right next to you, and you couldn't help but see every part of Chaeyeon's naked fleshy body with your mouth watering, all while Jihye let out small moans.

After a few long seconds Chaeyeon finally pulled away from Jihye's tits and gave you a long look before looking back at her.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Jihye said without a second thought.

Chaeyeon took one look at the hard, throbbing bulge beneath your boxers and licked her lips.

"I dare you to suck his cock," she said, and then returned to her place, ready to watch.

"For God's sake it was about time!" Rina celebrated from the couch.

You made eye contact with Jihye for a few long seconds, wondering if she would really comply or if she was going to reject the dare. She finally raised an eyebrow and formed the most provocative expression you had ever seen her make at you.

"Make sure you enjoy it, darling," she winked at you.

Jihye positioned herself between your legs and layed down with her stomach flat, raised one thigh over your calf and pulled your boxers down to the middle of your thighs. Your hard cock was released just inches from that spectacular work of art that Jihye had as her face, and she wasted no time at all in grabbing it with one hand and taking it inside her mouth.

The way you moaned like a needy little slut would have embarrassed you if you'd only realized. There was no possible comparison to the sensation that came from feeling like more and more inches of your cock were buried inside that woman's mouth, so warm and perfect.

You leaned back and placed your hands on the floor to watch Jihye as she bobbed her head up and down your cock in a stupidly sensual manner. She pulled you out every few seconds to fill your shaft with wet kisses, and lick it up and down. When she returned you into her mouth, she did so with a moan and made sure to make loud slurping sounds afterwards.

"That's it, boss!" Minjeong cheered with small applause from the couch. "Suck that juicy cock like there's no tomorrow."

The rest of the girls also gave small cheers, which were soon mixed with small moans as the Aespa girls began to undress and play with each other. Meanwhile, you felt like you were going to cum embarrassingly fast if Jihye continued to do such wonders on your cock.

Luckily for you, Jihye stopped after a couple of minutes and knelt up with her gaze fixed on your eyes. She wiped the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, and finished removing your boxers to throw them specifically at the side of her sports bra.

“Jihye…” you gasped, still in disbelief. "That was.."

"Amazing, I know," she interrupted you, and she patted your thigh before sitting down in her place.

You stared at her for a few seconds, contemplating whether picking her up, taking her to bed, and fucking the brains out of her would be too daring and dumb. After realizing that it would indeed be stupid, you looked at the Aespa girls on the couch. They were all gently touching each other. Minjeong with Ning and Aeri with Rina.

By the time Youjin, the next person in turn, turned the bottle, the level of heat and horniness in the room reached such a point that it was palpable in the air. They were all visibly excited. You even noticed that Chaeyeon kept rubbing her thighs together.

The bottle stopped and pointed towards Minha.

"My feet need some attention, cutie," Youjin said looking at the blonde girl. "Come here."

Youjin leaned back, leaned on her elbows, and raised her feet in the air. Minha next to you got on her hands and knees and approached them. You weren't a fool not to realize that she had done it on purpose, because as she did so, the sweater rode up to her abdomen and revealed a round, firm, snow-white ass for you to see.

Minha kissed Youjin's feet in great detail, and she didn't stop until they were glistening with saliva. When she finished, Minha sat up.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Youjin chose.

"Have you ever masturbated thinking about him?" Minha nodded at you.

Youjin looked at your cock and bit her lower lip.

"Just once…" she admitted, "But I wouldn't mind doing it one more time."

Youjin was only wearing a white t-shirt and red cheeky panties, but they soon slid off her firm dancer's thighs to reveal a plump, perfectly shaved and wet pussy. She then put her hand on her pussy and started to touch it slowly.

"Come on, spin the bottle," you said to Minha, who did so immediately.

In a perfect act of mercy on the part of fate the bottle stopped pointing at you. You and Minha exchanged glances. Those eyes again. She wanted it, she implored it. You just had to say it.

"Keep up the boss job, cutie," you winked at her.

Minha settled down with surprising speed, her right arm over your left thigh and her body extended to the left. Her sweater was still rolled up above her waist, so her ass was still exposed as she grabbed your cock with one hand and took it into her mouth with a moan.

Honestly she wasn't bad at giving head at all, in fact she was pretty good. But after experiencing a blowjob from Jihye, however brief it may have been, your bar became a little too high.

It's not like you can compare them fairly either. Jihye's blowjob had been slow, sensual, with the sole purpose of making you feel every movement in every fiber of your body. Minha, on the other hand, was giving you a messy blowjob, which lacked any modesty in front of all the gazes of those hungry hyenas.

The big notable difference you found between the two was that Minha was able to take you deeper than Jihye, so the room was filled with gagging sounds every time she lowered her head to your base.

You had your right hand attached to her hair, in a ponytail that allowed you to see her mouth in great detail as it slid along your saliva-soaked shaft. But you soon found yourself too tempted by that round ass, so you brought your left hand as discreetly as you could to one of her buttocks to squeeze it.

"Jesus Christ, woman," said Jihye next to you, who you noticed no longer had pants on and was only in panties. "You're going to kill him."

You also noticed that the rest of the girls were also already with several articles of clothing removed. The Aespa girls were already completely naked, eating each other on the couch like a lewd living mass of bodies. Nakyung had taken off her sweater, and Yujin had taken off both her sweatpants and the black tank top she was wearing.

Youjin had not continued touching herself with as much enthusiasm as at the beginning, perhaps wanting to save herself for what was really important. But she still had two fingers on her clit, which she moved very slowly.

Chaeyeon, the only one who was completely naked apart from the Aespa girls, was playing with her own tits and biting her lip while she intently watched Minha suck your cock. You could notice her desperation without much effort.

Minha finally pulled you out of her mouth after another couple of minutes, with a sharp intake of breath. The tip of your cock connected to her lips by several strands of saliva. She sat up and stared at you, still moving her hand up and down your cock.

"Truth or dare, daddy?"

"Hey!" Minjeong protested from the couch, while Rina ate her pussy. "That's my pet name for him!"

Neither of you two paid her any attention.

"Dare. Come on, say it," you said between gasps.

"I dare you to fuck me," she said bluntly. "Here and now."

You smiled and immediately took off your shirt, which you threw on top of the pile of yours and Jihye's clothes. You didn't even find it necessary to accept her challenge, you just sat outside the circle and grabbed her by her sweater to pull her towards you. She straddled you immediately, grabbed your face and smashed her lips against yours.

Since you were there that night for everything but foreplay, you wasted no time and grabbed her waist, made her raise her hips, and pushed her panties aside to press the tip of your cock against her pussy. Minha moaned against your lips and very slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself easily on your throbbing cock.

"I knew you were going to feel fucking amazing stretching my pussy, fuck," she moaned against your lips. "Put me on the floor and fuck me daddy."

You leaned forward and carefully placed her on the floor without leaving her pussy. Minha then spread her legs wide, so that you settled between them and began to move your hips back and forth.

Her small waist worked as your grip point, as you took the entire length of your cock in and out of her pretty pussy with slow pumps.

Out of the corner of your eye you could notice that the girls in the circle had already completely discarded the little clothes they had left. They were all completely naked, subtly touching each other or just staring intently, with saliva almost falling from their lips. Jihye was the one closest to you and Minha, and she was the only one who had put two fingers inside her own pussy to pump them very slowly.

Minha was the only one with an article of clothing on, but this soon ceased to be the case when you grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head and out of her arms. A pair of perky, good-sized tits that reminded you of Yeji's were left free. You brought your hand to one of them and kneaded it.

Over time you picked up a fast and constant rhythm in your pumps. You didn't want to go too fast or get too intense right from the start, as you wanted to manage your energy as much as possible. What you couldn't control was the orgasm that had been brewing since Jihye put you inside her mouth, which came just at the moment Minha squeezed your cock between the walls of her pussy with her own orgasm.

Your intention was to get out of her pussy before you came, but Minha grabbed her arms around your neck and trapped you between her legs while she screamed with pleasure in your ear, so not having time to warn her, you had no choice but to explode inside her.

You expected her to be upset and slap you, but instead she bit your ear and let out a sensual moan as she felt how you filled her with a thick and abundant load. You gave her pussy slow pumps, your face buried in her neck between grunts of pleasure.

After making sure every drop of it was inside her you patted her thigh and she let you go. You knelt up, and grabbed your cock by the base to pull it out of her. Before your load began to leak between her folds and fall to the floor, Chaeyeon had already pounced on you and climbed on top of Minha to collect your cum with her tongue, in a 69 position that Minha took advantage of to kiss the fleshy Chaeyeon's thighs.

After finishing collecting your load with her tongue, Chaeyeon raised her gaze and left it fixed on your cock, as if she wanted to decide to break the game now and suck you off or continue. She finally looked you in the eyes.

"I'm next, I don't care what anyone tells you," she said, and then she went back to her seat between Nakyung and Youjin.

"And this is definitely not my first and last chance with you," Minha said next to you, she stood up and sat back down.

You stood there for a moment, still catching your breath. You looked to the right, towards the couch. Aeri was fingering Ning, who in turn was eating Minjeong's pussy. Rina ate Aeri's ass. They were in their own world at that moment, not caring what you did in the game for now.

When you returned to your seat it was finally your turn. The girls had stopped touching each other, ready, for the moment, to continue with the game. You turned the bottle, and it pointed towards Yunji, who looked at you with a satisfied expression.

"Do a nice make out session with my tits," she said. "Come here."

"You come here," you said, and patted your thigh a couple of times.

Yunji crawled in your direction and straddled you. She had the thinnest body of all of them, but at the same time the one that was most full of curves and muscle. It was evident that she was a gym girl, with that pair of firm and round buttocks, an extremely attractive flat abdomen and prominent shoulders.

Her tits were deceptive, as they appeared to be not too big when covered by a bra, but they were actually a nice pair of firm, sizable breasts. You wrapped an arm around her small waist and took one of her nipples into your mouth.

The barriers imposed by the game were already beginning to be more and more ignored, since Yunji, having your cock pressed between her folds, moved her hips slowly to rub it against her pussy while you ate her tits. You didn't care, you understood that for that point and all those girls would have their minds clouded and their wires somewhat crossed.

A minute passed before you stopped, but Yunji didn't, she continued moving her hips. She looked at you and placed a hand on the back of your neck. You looked into each other's eyes, your lips a short distance apart.

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Dare," you said this time.

Yunji turned to look towards the girls on the couch, you noticed she looked at Aeri for a second, and then she turned back to you.

"You know, I've heard Gigi say that you're good at worshiping feet and ass…" she said, and ran her thumb over your bottom lip. "I'll leave the choice to you."

"Oh… bad mistake then."

Just like you did with Minha a few minutes ago, you carefully pushed yourself forward and gently laid Yunji on the floor. You knelt in front of her, and she pulled her legs toward her abdomen to hug them behind her knees. Her feet were raised at the height of your face, but she also presented her pussy and her pretty ass for you.

There were three great temptations, of which you were only going to be able to choose one. Or that's what she believed, because she hadn't been specific in her dare and she had given you the power to decide. You would make a multiple choice, no more, no less.

You made Yunji believe that you had chosen her feet first. You grabbed each of her ankles and then brought her toes to your mouth. You sucked and kissed each toe just like you would have done with Aeri, who liked when you left her feet covered in saliva. You and Yunji were making deep eye contact, especially because the tip of your cock was rubbing against her pussy.

Once you considered that her feet had enough attention, you slowly moved down her calves and little by little towards her knee.

"Hey!" She protested, but she did not resist. "What are you doing?"

"You never told me to choose just one option," you said, and moved on to kiss the back of her thighs. "Bad mistake, I already told you."

"Don't believe him," Jihye said between gasps behind you. "He would have done it anyway."

When you got low enough you were tempted to eat her pussy, which looked tight like no other. Instead you grabbed her by her hips and forced her to lie face down. Then you put your hands on her thighs and began to fill her ass with kisses.

Your mouth moved along and across each buttock, between licks and small kisses that made Yunji moan. You heard moans behind you—and in all directions, really—that you knew were coming from Jihye. Knowing that you had her full attention turned you on, just like she drove you crazy that night you shared Minjeong.

By filling her buttocks with kisses you passed on what would be your main prize. You separated her buttocks with a squeeze, and even though you had her pussy right there, ready for you to devour it, you had a more than clear option.

"Mmmgh!" Yunji moaned, feeling your tongue against her butthole. "Oh god, that feels so…"

"Weird but stupidly good at the same time?" you heard Aeri say between moans in the distance.

"Y-Yeah…"

Listening to Aeri only made you remember all those times when you had done that same thing to her, and therefore, your mind brought up all the techniques that you knew drove her crazy. Not to your surprise, they worked wonders on Yunji, who twisted her hips while she tensed her buttocks on the sides of your face.

For a moment you were absorbed in your work and in that delicious ass. It was a few touches on your back that brought you out of your trance and made you sit up straight. You turned to meet the lustful gaze of Jihye, who gestured towards the bottle.

"Sure, sorry," you nodded. And you helped Yunji sit up too. "Did you like that?"

She nodded between gasps.

"I didn't expect to like it so much," she said. "But I just hope you do the same with that cock."

Yunji returned to her seat, to the right of Jihye, who was next in line. You also returned to your seat and looked at her. Jihye picked up the bottle and looked at it for a few long seconds. Then she looked at the girls, all naked and visibly lustful. Finally she looked at you and your rock hard cock.

"Fuck," she sighed. "Can we stop playing and just start fucking?"

You've never seen so many people agree with something since Ning once said airplane food tasted like sand. And then the real debauchery broke out.

Chaeyeon was the most determined of all. She went to you directly, and put her arms around your neck to pull you back to the floor and kiss you. You, finally free from the chains imposed by the rules of the game, surrounded that voluptuous and fleshy body with your arms and touched it in every possible corner, from her back, her waist, and even her soft thighs.

"Fuck my mouth first… will you?" she said between kisses, and she brought a hand to your cock to rub it slowly.

"If I do I'll be anything but gentle," you replied, as you groped her ass.

"I wasn't going to ask you to be gentle with me. I want you to make me fucking choke on that cock."

You pushed her off you and stood up. Chaeyeon quickly followed you, and she knelt in front of you with her mouth already open and her tongue hanging out.

"I also want to!" Nakyung said, adopting the exact same pose as Chaeyeon next to her.

Chaeyeon wrinkled her brow and turned to look at her.

"Don't even think he's going to fuck you first!" she said. "I was already in line."

Nakyung also turned to look at her, brow furrowed.

"No one's saying he's going to fuck me first, you feisty bitch!" she snapped.

You sighed and let your head fall back. Another damn reflection of Rina and Aeri, great.

While they were arguing you turned to see what was happening around you. Jihye was curled up on the floor with Yunji, who was probably the one she went to for the simple fact that she was the one she was closest to. They moved from one side to the other, kissing and groping everywhere. Minha and Younji had completely skipped that part. The blonde girl was straight on eating Younji's pussy, who was caressing her hair with her legs over her shoulders.

The Aespa girls were still a mess of hot bodies on top of each other. The only difference was that now they were paying more attention to what was happening outside their bubble.

"I've been waiting for this all fucking day, don't be envious!" Chaeyeon said to Nakyung.

You snorted, and before Nakyung could say anything, you grabbed Chaeyeon by the back of her head, turned her towards your cock, and forced it into her mouth. Chaeyeon greeted you with a satisfied moan.

"Yeah, it's about time you shut up," Nakyung said, and then she opened her mouth again for you.

Chaeyeon, who seemed to forget all the anger she had built up thanks to Nakyung's sudden appearance, stuck out her tongue with your cock inside her mouth. You kept pushing, not knowing what her natural limit would be. But it was gratifying for you to know that there was no such thing, as your cock was all the way down to her throat without a single gag reflex.

The first thing that came to your mind was that this girl was experienced with that kind of thing, so you didn't bother starting slow. Just like you promised her, you weren't gentle at all. Within a few seconds you were already at almost the maximum capacity of your motor pumping in and out of her mouth.

Chaeyeon was a good girl who stayed completely still for you, with her tongue out at all times and not caring when saliva started to drip out of her mouth.

But you soon made the switch, and went from Chaeyeon's mouth to Nakyung's, who also seemed desperate to show you what she could do.

The truth was that Nakyung had nothing to envy Chaeyeon. Even though your cock wasn't able to go all the way inside her mouth, Nakyung made up by moving her tongue to stimulate the underside of your shaft with each pump. You were just as aggressive with her.

You alternated between both girls every few seconds, fucking each mouth like a machine with well-oiled gears running at full speed. Your cock was soaked with saliva, which as it accumulated fell to their thighs and to the floor.

You were fucking Chaeyeon's mouth when she gave you a couple of pats on your thigh. You pulled your cock out of her mouth, and she took a sharp breath of air.

"Enough, you're going to fuck me right now," she said, some treads of saliva falling from her bottom lip.

"So what if I refuse?" you joked, raising an eyebrow.

Chaeyeon turned around and got on her hands and knees, her back arched in a millimeter-perfect way. Her ass now looked more delicious than ever, big, pale and visibly easy to make bounce. She looked at you over her shoulder, while you looked at her plump pussy.

"I don't think you'll be able to refuse," she told you, and then bounced one of her butt cheeks for you with a spank.

"Fuck… and you're right."

You got on your knees behind her, and with one hand on her waist, you guided your cock into her pussy, which greeted you with overwhelming warmth and wetness.

"Ohhh god that cock feels so fucking good…" Chaeyeon moaned, her face twisted and her eyes rolled back as you buried yourself deep inside her.

“Naky, fondle his balls and suck his cock!” you heard Jimin say from the couch. "He loves it when I do that while he fucks Aeri."

Nakyung was diligent and even with an added bonus. She knelt up next to you and Chaeyeon, she cupped the side of your face with one hand and kissed you. Meanwhile, her other hand came down to grab your balls and give them a subtle squeeze that led to small massages.

You left your left hand on Chaeyeon's waist, and wrapped your free arm around Nakyung's body to press it against yours. You pumped in and out of Chaeyeon's silky pussy, faster and faster until the 'clapping' sounds became as loud as her moans. All while you groped Nakyung's ass and rubbed her pussy between her buttocks.

After a few seconds of hitting Chaeyeon's pussy mercilessly, you took out your cock and left it between her buttocks. Nakyung took this as her cue to get into the action, and got into the same position as Chaeyeon to get on the lewd act's level. She then grabbed your cock, and freshly soaked with Chaeyeon's fluids, brought it to her mouth to suck.

Nakyung sucked half of your cock for a few seconds, eye contact with you the entire time. While she did it you rubbed Chaeyeon's clit as compensation, until Nakyung herself returned your cock inside her pussy.

Certainly at that moment you weren't expecting more company than the two of them, but Youjin joined you on your left side; she buried her face in your neck to fill it with wet kisses and small bites. You put your right hand on one of Chaeyeon's buttocks, and just like with Nakyung, you wrapped your free arm around Youjin's body to grab her ass.

"Mmm! Just like that honey, just like that!" Chaeyeon screeched, one side of her face pressed to the floor. "Go on, go on, go on!"

You increased your pace just a little, enough to accelerate Chaeyeon's imminent orgasm by a few seconds, which came in the form of a sudden spasm that shook her and made her hunch her back between grunts of pleasure. That was the perfect moment to pull your cock out for Nakyung to take it inside her mouth again.

While Nakyung went back to sucking your cock, you put your right hand on her head and with the other rubbed Youjin's clit on your left. She stopped kissing your neck, raised her head and kissed you between moans.

"Cum all over that gorgeous pale ass baby…" you heard Nakyung say as she licked your balls and jerked you off quickly.

"Yeah…" Youjin moaned against your lips. "We want to know what it looks like smeared by a hot thick load."

Youjin, while Nakyung was jerked you off, brought a hand to your balls to knead them as well. The icing on the cake was Chaeyeon's lascivious gaze, placed on you and your cock. There was no way a man could resist under those circumstances, so after a few seconds you exploded.

“Fuck…” Chaeyeon moaned as Nakyung and Youjin drained you all over her ass, soon covered in both buttocks with severe strips of cum. "He cums so fucking much."

When your orgasm passed, Nakyung and Youjin let go of your cock to each go to Chaeyeon's buttock and run their tongues over it. With that they each collected every drop of cum and swallowed it gladly.

With her ass already cleaned, Chaeyeon knelt up and turned around, leaned forward and grabbed your face to lick the entire side of your face, from your jaw to the side of your forehead.

"You fuck like a damn animal and you fascinate me because of it…" she said with a husky voice. "But I also want to know how you eat pussy while you fuck Nakyung-ssi."

"You better give me a break between fucks because I'm not made of steel," you said, catching your breath.

"Sit on his face Chaeyonie!" Aeri moaned from the couch.

"And you ride him, Nakyung-ssi!" Minjeong also said. "But do it in reverse so he can spank you full."

You didn't have time to turn around to see what the other girls were doing when Chaeyeon pushed you back and you fell lying on your back. The only thing you managed to see out of the corner of your eye was that Jihye was between Yunji's legs, on whose face Minha was straddled.

Chaeyeon wasted no time and climbed on top of your face, both thighs pressed on either side of your skull before lowering her hips and smothering you with her wet pussy, which you attacked without hesitation with intense licks. You noticed that she slumped forward, perhaps to eat Youjin's pussy since you heard her moans.

Nakyung meanwhile took your cock carefully and filled it with affectionate kisses and licks knowing that you must still be sensitive. However, the worry did not last long for her, because after a minute you felt her climb on top of you and grab your shaft to impale herself on it.

"Oh my god…" Nakyung moaned, as your cock slid into her pussy. "It feels better than I thought."

"I know right?" Chaeyeon said, also groaning. "That fucking piece of meat is magic."

"I'm glad you noticed! But is fucking mine!" you heard Jimin say.

“Shut your mouth, you hoarding bitch,” you heard Jihye from somewhere in the room.

You couldn't do anything but stick to the issue that prevented you from breathing properly thanks to your nose being buried between tender, wet flesh.

Chaeyeon's pussy was surprisingly delicious and soft; you found yourself more committed to eating it and tasting it as you expected. You grabbed her ass, with strong grips. She could only moan against Youjin's pussy, a reflection of yourself in that instant, as Nakyung had already started bouncing up and down hard.

A couple of minutes passed and now Nakyung was bouncing so hard against your cock that you felt like she was going to permanently pin you to the floor like a carpet. Chaeyeon on the other hand soon reached another orgasm, which she rode out while she grinded her pussy and her ass against your face. Her moans were like music to your ears; they were one of the prettiest you had ever heard from any girl, only below Ning's, Yuna's, and Jimin's.

"Well, apparently you eat pussy as well as you fuck…" Chaeyeon said between pants as she got off your face. "You should be careful, lest I become obsessed with you."

She disappeared from your sight, but you knew that she would focus entirely on Youjin. You now only had one possible point of focus: Nakyung's pretty round ass bouncing on top of your cock so fast that it jiggled hypnotically, leaving you delighted to comply with Minjeong's wishes.

As soon as the spanks began to fall on her ass Nakyung began to scream with pleasure and bounce faster now. You grabbed each of her buttocks, now marked in red by the palms of your hands.

"It feels so good oh my god!" Nakyung growled, digging her nails into your knees. "I'm going to fucking explode around that damn juicy cock… Mmmmgh!"

Just as she foreshadowed, just a couple of seconds later she dropped against your pelvis with a hard slam and let her orgasm take complete control of her body. She put her knees off the floor, and ground her hips back and forth in that movement that must have felt stupidly incredible to her.

Seconds later you heard another series of moans similar to those of Nakyung, it didn't take you long to know that they were from Youjin. You didn't know what Chaeyeon had done to her, but apparently she had cum pretty hard.

When Nakyung's orgasm passed, she got off your cock and turned around to lean down and kiss you, her hands resting on the sides of your head.

“You better go fuck Youjinie right now…” she murmured against your lips. "She's very pretty when overstimulated."

She moved away from you and you were finally able to sit up and turn around. Your gaze first went to the Aespa girls. They seemed to be taking a short break, since they were all sweaty, still, and breathing heavily. Of course the only one who seemed tireless was Minjeong, who watched intently as she fingered herself.

You soon understood why she looked so interested. Jihye and Yujin were scissoring, while stimulating Minha's pussy. Jihye worked her fingers in and out, and Yujin rubbed her clit in circles.

As much as you were tempted to continue staring there, a woman of small stature, small tits and a thick, stocky body called you. When you turned to look at her she was lying on her side, with her legs drawn up towards her body. Chaeyeon was next to her, licking her fingers.

Youjin made eye contact with you, knowing what you were about to do. You knelt down and positioned yourself in front of her, and without warning you grabbed your cock and took it inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck!!" she squealed, bringing her hand to her mouth as you slowly buried yourself inside her.

Chaeyeon lay down in front of her and kissed her. Nakyung joined you and lay down behind her, putting an arm over Youjin's body and kissing her neck and back.

Being completely inside her you let out a moan and placed a hand on her ass, which was as firm as Nakyung's. Youjin couldn't stop squirming and screaming against Chaeyeon's lips, who, eager to make the mess worse, brought a hand to Youjin's pussy to rub it. Thank god Nakyung was behind her to hold her, because otherwise she would be writhing like a snake in a well.

A minute later you were already hammering Youjin's pussy at a strong, constant pace. Same pussy that Chaeyeon was rubbing in quick circles, her face buried in Youjin's neck. Nakyung on the other hand was kissing their lips, groping her tits and holding her neck. Youjin simply couldn't form a single word, all that came out of her mouth were breathy moans and grunts of pleasure.

You were so focused on what was happening in front of you that you were surprised when Minha joined the three of you. The blonde girl, with disheveled hair and slightly smudged makeup, knelt next to you and looked at you, and then she brought her fingers inside Nakyung. She kissed you for a few seconds.

Minha's work was based solely on going from side to side fingering Nakyung and Chaeyeon, who unloaded all that pleasure that Minha gave them on Youjin, who at that point, between your strong thrusts and the additional pair of hands stimulating different parts of her body, she couldn't do anything but cry.

After a few seconds Youjin finally reached another orgasm, but this one came with a little additional surprise. You were forced to get out of her pussy, while she released a jet of squirt so powerful that it soaked both your cock and both of your thighs. Neither Chaeyeon nor Nakyung seemed to notice this, so they both continued to overstimulate her.

"Help me with Chaeyeonie, will you?" Minha said to your left, between gasps. "I want these three whores to cum at the same time."

"And what about you?" you asked between gasps, a bead of sweat falling down your temple.

"Those two made me cum almost as hard as you," she nodded toward Jihye and Yunji, who were still in a scissors position but were now kissing. "I'm fine for now."

"Let's get to work then, cutie," you winked, and brought your right hand between Chaeyeon's buttocks to insert your fingers into her pussy.

Chaeyeon moaned and looked at you, she was hugging Youjin's head, who in turn was clinging to Nakyung's waist with one arm. Minha took her fingers inside Nakyung, and you both pumped your wrists to fuck both pussies in an unstoppable frenzy.

You weren't finished with Younji yet, so you took your cock back into her already soaked pussy, which received you so gently that it felt like putting your cock between two clouds. She squirmed again when she felt you deep inside her, and she let out a squeal against Chaeyeon's chest, where she also sank her teeth.

You found it incredible how despite being fingered in the most frantic, careless manner possible, Chaeyeon and Nakyung were still committed to their job of turning Youjin into a quivering mess of squeals. Thanks to this, Youjin reached another orgasm almost immediately, and again, you had to leave her pussy for her to release the stream of squirt between spasms.

That of course was not an impediment for you to continue, since you yourself were close to cumming again, and you were dying to see your load mixed with those hot jets of squirt. Not even five seconds passed when you penetrated her again, to hammer her pussy again as if it were the first time you fucked her.

This time everything was ready for the final touch. You and Minha moved your wrists non-stop, fingers in and out of Chaeyeon and Nakyung's pussies. Youjin was paralyzed with pleasure, still like a piece of meat made only to be ruined as she took every inch of cock inside her.

The first to cum was Chaeyeon, who moved your wrist from here to there between spasms and squeals. She was followed closely by Nakyung, who dug her nails into Youjin's waist with her hand on her head. Then came Youjin, whose last spurt of squirt you felt around your cock but you still didn't stop, not until you finally came with a ferocious grunt.

You left only the tip of your cock inside Youjin's pussy as your jets of thick cum mixed with those of her squirt, which were considerably weaker than the first, but it was still such a stupidly hot image that it would stay with you for a long time.

Youjin's pussy was completely soaked with a mixture of both fluids. Not even the color of her folds was distinguishable among so much viscous white. The ground beneath you was also a mess: soaked with grossly extensive pools of fluid.

“Noh Jihye…” you said between gasps, and looked up at her. She didn't pay attention to you, since she was eating Yunji's pussy. "Noh Jihye!"

She turned to look at you, and it seemed only then that she realized what the four of you had been doing.

"Bring that girl to me right now," you pointed at Yunji. "I want to fuck her ass too bad."

"Are you kidding?" Aeri said from the couch. No one was fucking anymore. In fact, Ning and Rina were already asleep, only her and Minjeong were watching. "Are you going to fuck her ass when I no longer have the energy to continue touching myself?"

"This isn't just about you, Uchinaga, I'm sorry," you blew her a kiss, and since neither Yunji nor Jihye wanted to move from the spot, you went towards them.

"You're having a blast huh?" Jihye asked as soon as you knelt next to her. She grabbed your cock and rubbed it a few times, getting cum and squirt all over her hand. "It's well soaked and slippery already, I don't think you need any lub."

Yunji was already on her hands and knees in front of you, while she stared at you. She certainly had a body to die for, a perfect mix of muscle and curves. You had no doubt why Jihye had been eating her out from the beginning.

"Be careful with me or I swear I'll kill you…" Yunji warned you between heavy breaths.

"Oh don't worry, he's a sweetheart," Aeri said from the couch.

"And then he transforms into a rabid animal," Minjeong added.

"He does it to you because you're an insufferable bitch, Kim Minjeong," Jihye snapped.

You didn't say anything to avoid getting into an argument with Minjeong at that moment. You positioned yourself behind Yunji, and started groping her ass between caresses and squeezes. Then you made a gesture of already putting your tip inside her butthole, but Jihye put a hand on your abdomen and stopped you.

"Wait," she said. "Let me prepare her for you."

Jihye scooped up some cum from your cock with two fingers and brought them to Yunji's butthole. She rubbed the contour for a few seconds, and then slowly buried her fingers inside her. It was clear that Yunji had no experience with doing anal, so she had to be very careful and patient with her until finally her fingers fit completely.

She pumped her fingers in and out of Yunji's ass for a few seconds, aiming to stretch her ass enough that it wouldn't be such an extremely difficult task when it was your turn. Finally she pulled her fingers out of Yunji, and unexpectedly brought them to your mouth. It was a strange thing to taste traces of your own cum, but you weren't thinking about that, you were thinking about sucking Jihye's fingers while you stared into her eyes.

The only thing able to get you out of that trance was Jihye herself, who took her fingers out of your mouth, grabbed your chin and made you look back at Yunji, whose slightly dilated ass was already waiting for you. Then you took your cock, and as carefully as you could, you began to bury it inside her butthole.

Despite Jihye's previous efforts, it was indeed a difficult task. Yunji reminded you of Yuna the first time she tried to get fucked in her ass, a constant push and pull with every inch you managed to take inside her. Jihye was next to her the entire time, trying in every way possible to make her relax. Even Aeri was being helpful.

But when you were fully inside her ass and were able to give her the first few pumps, you found that she was absolutely delighted to have her butthole completely filled with thick, wet, throbbing meat.

Jihye didn't stay still; as if your cock going in and out of Yunji's ass wasn't enough, she got under Yunji and took her fingers inside her pussy. She was also dangerously close to your balls, which she didn't hesitate to take to her mouth to suck and lick while the two of you fucked Yunji.

Both you and Yunji were moaning non-stop, she from being fucked in two holes at the same time, and you from being fucking that tight ass while Jihye's prodigious mouth was sucking on your balls. However, the first to cum in record time was Yunji. You had to hold her by a handful of hair and with your other hand on her lower back.

Yunji's moans, who were the only ones in the room at the moment, became louder and more numerous. She had tears in her eyes, as you were now fucking her as hard as you always fucked Aeri or Rina. But because you didn't want to leave her with an incomplete experience, you moved Jihye's fingers away from inside her pussy to pull your cock out of her ass and replace them with it.

"What the f-! Oh god!!" Yunji screeched, and smacked the floor as you now hammered her pussy and shook her back and forth.

Jihye crawled out from under Yunji's body and went to kneel behind you. She hugged you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder as she took three of her fingers inside Yunji's ass, as a replacement for your cock.

You and Jihye made her cum once again, but this time Yunji dropped her stomach down, so your cock and Jihye's fingers involuntarily popped out of her holes as she writhed in pleasure.

"You still have a load left… right?" Jihye whispered in your ear, and she grabbed your cock to rub it slowly. "Wouldn't you like to paint our pretty faces with it?"

“I don't know how you can ask that, Noh Jihye…” you gasped, watching her hand run up and down your slippery cock.

"Girls?" Jihye called. "It's time for dinner."

Her words were like a call for the dead to revive, as a few seconds passed before Minha, Nakyung, Yunji and Chaeyeon surrounded you. Yunji also knelt up, visibly more exhausted than any of them. You couldn't help but let out a stupid giggle, feeling like the Pepe on the floor meme.

You stood up, and the standing girls automatically got on their knees. Jihye directly took the center. On her right side was Chaeyeon, and on the left was Minha. Nakyung, in front of Chaeyeon, and Younji, in front of Minha, positioned themselves closer to you. Yunji positioned herself directly under your cock, kneeling in front of Jihye.

The gazes of that fierce pack of wolves stayed on you for a few long seconds, until, unable to hold it anymore, began to devour your cock from all possible directions and ways.

If you already felt like the luckiest man in the world, feeling the mouths and tongues of six girls move up and down your cock made you feel like you had an eternal debt to pay to the universe.

Jihye, Chaeyeon and Minha were the main ones in charge of taking you inside their mouths. The three of them took turns every few seconds, each one sucking you off in a different way. Jihye did it slowly and sensually, just like she knew you loved it. Minha was more frenetic and messy. And Chaeyeon was a perfect hybrid between the two, with the peculiarity that she deepthroated you whenever she saw fit.

The other three girls were dedicated to licking every corner of your shaft that was not being sucked at the moment. Yunji focused on the base of your cock and balls, while Nakyung and Youjin sucked, licked, kissed, and slurped the sides of your shaft whenever one of the other three moved their heads away.

"That's so hot what the fuck…" you heard Aeri say, followed by a small moan.

And indeed it was. Your eyes felt cloudy, as did your mind. Your entire body, from your feet to your hands, felt padded, alien to you, as if they were not part of that plane of existence. It was the closest experience you had ever had to being high without needing any drugs.

"Jihye is such a bitch for leaving us out of the game…" Minjeong grumbled, still resentful.

"God, shut the hell up Minjeong," you managed to say between ragged gasps, feeling yourself getting closer. "G-Girls…?"

The six of them stopped suddenly and readjusted themselves, in the same positions only now they were all cheek to cheek, forming a perfect canvas to paint for you. You brought your hand to your cock and stroked it as fast as you could, your jaw clenched and grunts coming from your throat. Out of all the girls you were only able to make permanent eye contact with Jihye, and that was until you exploded all over her face first.

As much as you wanted to give Jihye the exclusivity of having your entire load to herself, you had to be evenhanded and drain yourself all over every face and every tongue of all of them. But you still had one last trump card in your favor.

"Snowball and make sure you give all the final load to the boss…" you said, looking at each of the white-stained faces.

They all obeyed and began to clean each other's faces, passing the loads from mouth to mouth. The person in charge of passing the final load to Jihye, mixed with the saliva of each of them, was Chaeyeon, who grabbed Jihye by the chin and let it fall from her tongue to hers.

You watched open-mouthed as the waterfall of thick fluid fell from tongue to tongue. Jihye had her gaze on you, making sure you were watching as all your cum was on her tongue before she swallowed it.

All the girls collapsed on the floor, some more resoundingly than others, but they all fainted. You fell to your knees right in front of Jihye, your faces mere inches apart. You two stared at each other for a few long seconds, panting and sweaty, until you could no longer hold your own body due to exhaustion.

You fell back to the floor, eyes weakly fixed on the ceiling. You had Chaeyeon on your side, and Minha on the other, both with their eyes closed and curled up against themselves. Your eyes didn't feel heavy or anything, but the pain in your trembling thighs left you wanting to do nothing more.

You made a pillow with your two hands behind your neck, and at your own will you closed your eyes. It wasn't long before you fell asleep like everyone else.

Waking up the next morning felt like the disastrous result of a night full of drinks. But the reality was that you hadn't even drunk that much. Your body hurt, especially your thighs, and also your head.

You rubbed your eyes with your knuckles and sat up. You looked around. The ones responsible for making you feel like a bulldozer had run over you were lying around you, peacefully asleep as if they hadn't squeezed your balls mercilessly.

The only one who had clung to you during the night had been Chaeyeon. Her thigh was above yours, and you had her arm over your abdomen. That girl was too pretty, and she kind of reminded you of Jihye because of the way she could easily be mistaken for an idol.

"I may be wrong, but I think she likes you," a voice said behind you.

Talking about the devil.

You turned to find Jihye, still naked, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. She had her legs up, a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other.

"She better not get too obsessed," you shook your head, and gently pushed Chaeyeon off you.

"Difficult when you fucked her that well," Jihye replied without looking at you, then took a sip of her coffee.

You let out a chuckle and stood up to walk towards her.

"The night took an unexpected turn huh?" you said, as you sat next to her.

Jihye turned to look at you, and maybe she could tell that you felt like an idiotic zombie just by your face, because she held out her cup of coffee for you to drink too.

"Maybe for you," she said. "Everyone here knows what happens when there is an after party during a tour."

You took a sip of the coffee. It was strong as a son of a bitch, with rather little sugar. But it was appreciated considering the situation.

"Thank you for reaffirming that I'm still a clueless fool," you sighed.

You put the coffee cup aside and laid your head on Jihye's shoulder. You closed your eyes again, and clung to her with a hug around her waist.

"Don't get used to it, anyway," she said, and she rested an arm on your back to stroke your hair. "After parties happen, but this one was… wild."

"Well no shit. It felt like a fucking decathlon."

"Oh, and you still have to deal with them by getting them all up and ready to go," she left your hair and reached out to pick up the cup again and take a sip.

"And may I know what you will be doing, Noh Jihye?"

"Pay extra money to the hotel staff for cleaning and for extra discretion," she replied with a giggle.

"Maybe you say it as a joke but it would be the most sensible thing to do," you laughed too.

"Do you think we're millionaires or what?"

You wrinkled your forehead, opened your eyes and looked at her.

"Honey, don't make me remind you of the stupid amount of funds that are provided to you."

"None of it is for paying for additional cleaning," she replied, and took a sip of her coffee as she looked at you with doe-eyed, innocent eyes.

"I don't care, pay those poor souls for having to clean up this mess," you cupped the side of her face and kissed her cheek before standing up.

She raised an eyebrow.

"May I know why you are giving me orders?"

"Because you can't contradict me on this one," you responded. "And because you seem to love it."

Jihye remained silent, and you could notice how her cheeks acquired a cute blush. You giggled, winked at her and got to work.

The first thing you really wanted to do was take a shower, but you knew you weren't going to have enough time, so you just got dressed as quickly as you could and started waking the girls up one by one. Jimin had woken up during the process, so she helped you with the Aespa girls. There were all kinds of different reactions from each one, but the common feel was feeling like they were in a vegetative state while they were getting dressed.

Once you were all dressed and 'ready' to go, you organized the room as well as you could, collected your things and went down to the lobby before heading to the airport, where you would finally say goodbye to the USA for a long time.

As soon as the plane had taken off you had settled into your seat, played The Smiths' The Queen is Dead album on a small portable speaker, and took a well-deserved comfortable nap. By the time you woke up, Jihye was sitting at the table with her laptop open, working. You had your own cabin on each jet, just for the two of you, a habit that started accidentally but that you couldn't even remotely refuse.

"I never thought I'd like them so much," she said when she saw that you had woken up, referring to The Smiths. "I thought they would be as unbearable as the Sex Pistols."

You had been showing her different classic rock albums and bands during those moments alone on flights. You had shown her the Sex Pistols mostly out of cultural obligation, not because you liked them.

"Few things are more unbearable than the Sex Pistols, believe me," you replied through a yawn.

"This album was pretty good, I think it's one of my favorites along with OK Computer and the Led Zeppelin one… I don't remember the name."

"Physical Graffiti?"

"Aha, that one."

"I'm glad you have good tastes," you smiled, and took the blanket off you to go sit next to her.

You crossed your arms, staring at her laptop screen as she wrote and read emails while playing Poly Bridge. Fascinating and attractive to say the least. It was then that your mind began to recapitulate all the events of last night, and you realized a detail that you had overlooked.

"You do realize that you and I didn't… you know, yesterday?" You threw the question into the air.

Jihye stayed very still for a few seconds, but then she continued typing. You looked at her. She seemed too serious. In a normal situation she would have joked with you.

"Actually no, I hadn't thought about it," she replied.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds. Long ago it would have been impossible for you to decipher how that woman felt, but you had learned to recognize her signs and behavior patterns.

"What's wrong dear?" you finally asked.

Jihye took a deep breath and sank into the seat. She closed the laptop, and crossed her arms before looking at you.

"If I tell you, will you be upset with me?"

"Depends."

“Well…” she bit her bottom lip and avoided your gaze. "I contacted Irene."

"Noh Jihye!" you scolded her with a frown.

"Ugh! I couldn't just ignore all this! I wanted to touch ground."

"By talking to your ex that you had blocked?"

"I have no intentions of reconnecting my ties with her!" Jihye protested.

You sighed, and shook your head.

"You better."

"And… don't you want to know what I said to her?" she ventured.

"Not really, but you're going to tell me anyway."

"I texted her asking how she was doing, and that her members were worried about her."

You nodded.

"And may I know what you hope to get out of that?"

“I…” she trailed off. "I don't know. But what worries me most is that she hasn't answered anything yet."

"It must be like 10 at night there. Just calm down, she'll answer…" you looked out the window and were silent for a moment. "Unfortunately," you said softly.

Jihye looked at you with a little smile.

"Are you jealous?"

It took you more time to answer that question than you would have liked.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Noh Jihye."

"Nothing, nothing," she laughed, and leaned on your shoulder to look at her phone.

You and Jihye spent the time watching a show that she had downloaded on her laptop. You were interrupted by the voice of the jet pilot, who informed you that you were about to land in Mexico City, a city you never thought you would visit. Not for anything specific. But because it was so stupidly far away that you never considered it a tourist destination.

To your pleasant surprise, it was a most charming and picturesque city. You didn't know to what extent you would have time to go out and do some sightseeing, but it was evident that the city was full of the most interesting and historically rich places. It would be fun to explore with the girls.

The hotel you would stay at was the Hyatt Regency, located right next to what you had been told was called Bosque de Chapultepec, an extensive park that you were excited to learn had a zoo.

Your room was quite nice, with a warm lighting that was rare to see in hotels of this nature. There was a king size bed to the left, behind the backrest of which glowed orange LED lighting. There was also a small corner sofa, with a short circular table. On the opposite side of the room you had a wooden desk with its respective chair and a lamp, a television attached to the wall and a short sofa without armrests perfect for leaving your things.

That day was uneventful. All the girls, including you, had decided to give that entire day of rest to yourselves. It was something that, at least for you, considered completely necessary, since you were still mentally exhausted from the events of the previous night. You had no social battery left, basically. You did talk to Jimin, Ning, and Jihye via text, but they were only short conversations to check in with each other.

The day alone was also your perfect time to relax and meditate on everything that had been going on with a cool head. Although you were still unsettled by Jihye's recent re-contact with Irene, you knew that she had a good reason for doing so. But that still worried you for the simple fact that you didn't know how weak Jihye could still be to that woman's suggestions. She could be blatantly lying to her, and poor Jihye might never realize it unless she saw it right under her nose. You would have to trust her, you had no choice.

But underneath all that worry you were upset with her, and you couldn't identify why. You had seen that woman cry like a heartbroken child in your arms because of that harpy, and you worked hard with her to be able to remove that parasite. Were you upset because she had taken a step back, or because you were jealous?

Wait, why the hell would you be jealous?

You found yourself clenching your fists under the shower, imagining a scenario in which Jihye would return to that woman's arms like a moth to a lamp. Only then were you able to confirm that you were indeed jealous. But that led you to the same question: why the hell were you jealous of her if you knew you didn't have to? It's not like you're a couple, or like each other.

When you got out of the shower you forced yourself to stop thinking about it. You didn't want to spend the rest of the day bitter and upset with your own feelings. Disconnecting was what you needed most at that moment, and what better way to do it than lying in your bed and playing an Elton John album? Goodbye Yellow Brick Road was always your best friend in times like that.

You spent the rest of the day doing just that: listening to music, singing to yourself as you walked around your room while looking at the lyrics on your phone. A kind of solitary karaoke.

By the time your throat got tired you finally turned off the music and dedicated yourself to watching National Geographic documentaries, tucked between the sheets with comfortable clothes, snacks and a can of Pepsi that you had bought when you arrived at the hotel. And by midnight you were already asleep.

The next morning you unfortunately had to return to exhaustive reality.

Jihye herself came to wake you up around 9 in the morning. She wasn't as intrusive and unbearable as in Miami, when she almost broke down the door with a battering ram. But she made you hurry up to go down with her to a private dining room that they had gotten for that day's meeting/breakfast.

It was a small room, with a rectangular window that ran from one end of the wall to the other. The table was right in the middle, with three chairs on each side. At one end of it was a coffee maker and a small sink. The most notable thing, apart from the immaculate city views, were the cube-shaped lamps, each with different degrees of inclination, hanging one meter from the ceiling.

The girls were already there. Rina and Minjeong were sitting in their chairs, while Aeri and Ning were standing in front of the window, admiring the city. They sat down too when you and Jihye did.

It was a morning meeting like any other, where Jihye gave you all the details about future itineraries, logistics issues, and safety precautions to take into account. Breakfast was served to you by the chefs who prepared it in person. They constantly entered and left through a door on the side of the room, complying with the different orders that you gave them.

"Hey, I booked places at a restaurant tonight for dinner," Jihye said halfway through breakfast. "And I think we'll go to a bar too, I was looking at some places."

"Fuck, you're fast, woman," Jimin said, eyes on her plate. "Do you have scout rangers spread all over the city or what?"

"Well, actually…" Jihye let the sentence hang in the air and shrugged before shoving a mouthful of scrambled egg into her mouth.

"Are you Lord Varys?" you asked.

"Maybe," she said. "But I do have genitals."

You and Aeri laughed, but the rest of the girls didn't seem to catch the reference. Apparently you would have to evangelize them too. Although it seemed incredible to you that Jimin, being the way she was, had never seen that show.

At the end of breakfast Jihye told you that she wanted you to be ready in the lobby around 6 pm. You all agreed, and then you went your separate ways. Aeri, Minjeong and Jimin would go explore the hotel facilities, while Jihye would go do manager things. You expected Ning to leave with the girls, but she caught up with you in the hallway, grabbed your hand, and pressed herself against your arm.

"Do you have plans for this afternoon, dear?" she asked as you walked down the hallway.

You intertwined your fingers with hers.

“Not really,” you turned to look at her. "Why? Do you want to do something?"

"I'm happy to snuggle with you all afternoon," she said, looking at you with those pretty, adorable eyes. "Maybe we can watch Game of Thrones together, too."

You smiled.

"Really? I didn't think that was your kind of show."

You and her got into the elevator. You pressed the button for your floor.

"And it's not," she admitted. "But if I watch it with you it could be fun."

She stood with her back in front of you and leaned against your chest. You wrapped your arm around her collarbone and looked at her before filling the side of her face with affectionate kisses.

"We have a date then," you said.

Ning smiled, one hand on your forearm, and then she sought your lips to kiss you until you reached your floor. But if it hadn't been for an unknown man clearing his throat to get your attention, you wouldn't have realized that the doors had opened.

With blushing cheeks, the two of you apologized in English and walked down the hall towards your room, giggling.

You and Ning almost finished the first season that same day, only interrupted by the fact that it would be too late if you stayed watching the last episode. But you had achieved your goal: she had loved the show, and couldn't have been more fascinated with the story and the characters. Of course, you had to take a long pause because she couldn't stop laughing once she knew who Lord Varys was.

Around five in the afternoon she left your room on her way to her own. It was time to get ready to leave, and a part of you was dying of laziness to have to get out of bed and take a shower again. But it was getting up, or Jihye beating you up, and it wasn't a good idea to play with her patience when she made plans.

After a small shower you chose your outfit: loose khaki pants, an olive wool sweater and a gray jacket on top. You had to admit that the fashion tips Ning gave were incredibly useful; you had never found a use you liked for that jacket until she specifically told you how to wear it.

Promptly at 6 you met Ning and Minjeong in the lobby. Minjeong wore her brown hair up, with a jean corset and low-rise jeans that revealed a little too much of her abdomen. Ning on the other hand wore her hair in two braids in front of her shoulders, a long black dress buttoned down the center and two black cotton forearm sleeves.

They both looked gorgeous, but neither left you as stunned as the one who joined you minutes later.

Jihye arrived dressed very much like her. Baggy white sweatpants, white fitted crop top and a black and white jersey jacket. She rarely wears woolen hats like that time, much less wears decorations in her hair or accessories like necklaces. But she had it all together. And if that wasn't enough, she looked so stupidly beautiful with that perfect makeup that you found yourself with your mouth slightly open.

Minjeong laughed and with her fingers she lifted your jaw.

"There are flies, idiot," she said, as Jihye stood next to you.

You came back to reality and stopped looking at her so she wouldn't think you had run out of gray matter.

"And the other two brats?" Jihye asked, and she immediately linked her arm with yours. You stayed very still, hiding your nerves.

Minjeong shrugged.

"God knows, I don't," she replied.

"Thank you, Minjeong, always so helpful," Jihye rolled her eyes. "And you?" she looked at Ning, who was taking selfies.

"I literally haven't heard from either of them since they left with Minjeong earlier."

Jihye huffed in frustration and still clinging to your arm she began to turn in all directions.

"Honey, calm down," you had to tell her, with a gentle squeeze to her arm. "Look over there."

She relented and looked where you were pointing. Aeri and Jimin came from a direction that made no sense, since the elevators were on the exact opposite side. On the side they came from were the multiple event rooms that the hotel housed.

"May I know where the hell you were?" Jihye asked when they joined you.

"Oh, there was a little fashion event over there," Jimin said. "They gave us nice clothes!"

You all frowned.

"In exchange of…?" Jihye ventured. "Yoo Jimin, don't tell me that…"

"God no!" Jimin yelled. "They asked us who we were, and we showed them our Instagram profiles."

"They gave us all this in exchange for uploading a post with some clothes on," Aeri said.

"And that's it?" Jihye said.

"Uh… yeah?"

"Did they not demand other strange things from you or put conditions under the table?"

"… No?" they both said.

Jihye placed two fingers on her septum and took a deep breath.

"I'll let you guys slide this time because it sounds silly and it's not a scam," she held up a finger. "But let this be the last time you do something like this without telling me."

They both remained silent like scolded toddlers.

“But…” Jimin started. "I look pretty, don't I?"

"Shut up, it's time to go."

All the staff members who had decided to accept the invitation were already gathered towards the exit of the hotel, ready to get into their cars and leave. You wouldn't use the vans on that occasion since you didn't want to attract too much attention, so you went in ordinary sedans. The only 'bad' thing was that since you and the girls were six people, you were a little cramped, so Ning had to sit on your lap the whole way to the restaurant.

You went to a restaurant called Rosetta, a picturesque and rustic place that from the first moment seemed beautiful to you because of how original and cozy it was. It didn't look fancy either, in fact it looked like it was permanently stuck in the 80's, with plants and vines everywhere.

It was a place specialized in Italian food with Mexican touches. For starters you had some kale tacos and buttered rye bread. Then, for the main course you had baked suckling pig with sweet potato puree, and lastly for dessert you had manila mango with yogurt and coconut sorbets.

Dinner was quiet and without any major inconveniences. When it was over, you all stayed chatting and resting the food for about twenty minutes until you finally left to head to the bar that Jihye had found.

The bar in question turned out to be not only a bar, but also a place for karaoke, food and a jazz club, with its own little stage and everything. The warm lights were dim; they gave an intimate atmosphere to the place, which was filled with black leather sofas of all possible sizes and arrangements.

The place was packed with people, which immediately put you on alert and had you analyzing each person separately in search of any suspicious glance towards the girls. Luckily, you didn't find anything. The only glances you got were the kind that attractive people attracted when they arrived at a place.

Despite how full the place seemed, it was easy for you to find empty places to sit. That meant that both groups of people were pretty far apart from each other, but no one seemed to care. What Jihye did make sure was to have you close to her at all times; she constantly held your hand and arm.

The drinks began to fall, in the case of you and Jihye, they did so calmly and responsibly. The reason was simple: you were in charge of four wild nature girls. If you got drunk, may God have mercy on them. Still there wasn't that much to worry about with Rina and Jimin; they were responsible enough to be able to take care of themselves. The real threats were Minjeong and Ning, and they were already getting unruly. Nothing to worry about yet, but you had an eye on them at all times.

After two hours Aeri and Jimin went home early. The excuse they had made was that they had wanted to watch a movie together for days, so after getting approval from Jihye and an assigned staff member, they went to the hotel. That left you alone with the two maknaes, whose drinks were already beginning to show.

All the while Jihye was still stuck to you like a keychain. She kept clinged to your arm, but soon she couldn't stop holding onto your hand. On very rare occasions she was this affectionate towards you, speaking to you in her sweet little voice, not the boss tone, and calling you pet names. The last time she had acted like this was when you were out for drinks alone, back in Atlanta.

"Hey, does anyone catch your attention?" you asked her. You were sitting close to each other, on a sofa on the side farthest from all the commotion, from where you could see everything that was happening from a perfect angle. You both looked at Ning, who was wearing a cowboy hat and riding a mechanical bull amidst giggles and encouraging words from Minjeong.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Jihye asked, and she took a swig of her beer, which she then placed on the table in front of you.

"You know what I'm talking about," you said, and you imitated her. "I see some pretty pretty girls, actually."

"There are, yeah," she nodded, and placed a hand on your thigh. But you didn't pay attention to that detail.

"Do you see them? Blonde hair, black blouse over there…" you began to describe. "A pretty brunette in a white sweater over there…"

You turned to look at her, but she seemed completely uninterested in the descriptions you offered about the girls for her to see. You wrinkled your brow, and tilted your head.

"Dear, are you okay?" you asked, filled with complete stupidity

She looked into your eyes for a few long seconds of silence.

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"What did I do?"

"Oh my god…" she took a deep breath, and looked at the ceiling. "Please don't make me do it. Realize."

You looked in every possible direction, searching for what you needed to realize. Finding nothing, you looked back at her and shrugged.

"Ugh, fine. I'll make you realize."

Jihye left her phone on the table, and in one swift movement she straddled you. You were paralyzed, and then she grabbed your face to crash her lips against yours.

Everything around you seemed to disappear. The music, the chattering, the cheering, the sound of glasses clinking together, everything faded into the background as that pair of soft, plump, delicious lips danced against yours.

You were unable to move for the first few seconds, still unable to believe what was happening. Then you did react, and wrapped your arms around Jihye's small frame to press her chest against yours. Her thighs were clamped on either side of your hips, as if simply loosening them would mean you would separate from her.

But there was no possible way for that to happen. An earthquake, a tornado, a hurricane and even the fucking apocalypse could happen: you didn't want to stop kissing her, feeling that safe and comforting warmth against you. The worst part was that those lips felt just like you always imagined and even better, with a hazelnut aftertaste that you were afraid you would become addicted to.

Jihye hugged your head, and she stroked the hair on the back of your neck with such gentleness, such affection, that you felt tingles in your body. She pulled away from your lips, and pressed your foreheads together.

"You're slow, darling," she murmured, and she gave you another small kiss. "Too fucking slow. You're the only person I want to hook up with, you stupid ape."

You placed your hands on the sides of her body, and caressed her skin with your fingertips.

"Not even with Irene?"

Jihye let out an incredulous laugh.

"God, I knew you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous," you lied.

"Aha. No, silly. Not even with Irene," she kissed your nose, then your lips again. "I currently only have interest in one person."

"Geez, that must be me."

"Yeah, that's you," she nodded, and looked down as she realized something. Your cock was painfully hard under your pants. "Oh, I think I woke someone up… why don't you take me back to the hotel and fuck me, pretty boy?"

You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her again for a few seconds. Then she got off your lap, and you both slid off the couch to go next to Ning and Minjeong. The two of them were at the bar, laughing like idiots in the middle of a round of shots.

"Girls, we're going back to the hotel, but you'll stay with a team that will take you back later," Jihye told them.

Minjeong turned to look at you and frowned at the sight of you holding hands. She looked at you too, apparently noticing that your mouth must have been smeared with Jihye's lipstick.

"You're going to fuck huh?" she said, and let out a few worryingly high-pitched laughs. Ning imitated her. "It's about time you did it. Get out, then."

She gave you a disinterested wave of her hand and turned to Ning again to resume the clearly coherent and logical conversation they must have been having.

You two also stopped by the bar area where the staff members were. There were only a couple who seemed sober at the moment, and it was to them that you entrusted the responsibility of watching over Ning and Minjeong.

With nothing else to do there, Jihye took you by the hand out of the bar and you got into one of the cars. Each driver already had clear pre-established orders, so as soon as you closed the door to the back seat, he set off towards the hotel.

Neither you nor Jihye were shameless teenagers; you weren't going to put on a show there and make the driver uncomfortable. You limited yourself to holding your hands together, kissing in silence all the way to the hotel, which luckily was short.

Getting out of the car and thanking the driver, you and Jihye hurriedly headed to your room, and as soon as you entered, you both wrapped yourself in each other's arms to share a torrid and sensual kiss.

"Have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?" you said in the middle of the kiss, and then you took off her jacket.

"Really?" she replied in a cute tone, also taking yours from you and tossing it next to hers. "Because I got ready like this just for you…"

"I love it…" you gasped against her lips, and now with no possible restraints to stop you, you began to grope her, starting with her ass. "You've had me drooling ever since we went to the damn restaurant."

Jihye gasped against your lips as well, and you managed to hear a hint of a moan. She placed a hand on the hard bulge in your pants, squeezing it between a series of desire-filled kisses.

"Then learn to read the signs, idiot," she bit your lip, and unbuttoned your pants before taking off your sweater. "You could have kissed me back in Atlanta."

You lowered your pants and boxers to your ankles. Jihye immediately grabbed your cock with one hand and started rubbing it slowly, while you put yourselves on equal footing by pulling down her sweatpants and panties as well.

"The whole Irene thing was very fresh back then," you replied, and took off her white top along with the sports bra she was wearing underneath, the only two pieces of clothing left to take off. "I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of it."

You groped every corner of Jihye's body like it was your favorite activity in the world. Her smooth back, her thin arms, her sexy marked abdomen, her firm ass and her pretty legs, all of that was a point of caressing and touching for you.

“Honey… you're such a sweetheart,” she moaned against your lips, moving her hand over your cock. "But I can't believe how slow you are."

Jihye grabbed your cock and rubbed the tip between the folds of her tight little pussy, causing you to moan and squeeze her ass. You then grabbed her waist and lifted her to throw her on your bed. You fell on top of her, making a cage with your body.

"Does that mean I can now kiss you whenever I want?" you asked, and buried your face in her neck to fill it with kisses.

Jihye moaned, and trapped you with her arms and legs as you placed kisses along her neck, along her jaw, and down to her collarbone.

"Whenever you want…" she gasped. "But preferably not in front of girls, please."

You chuckled.

"Gotcha."

The moans, cute and sensual, became louder as you lowered your kisses further. You moved past her small tits, and sucked on her nipples for a few short seconds before moving down towards her abdomen, the same one she loved to show off because of how sexy it was; you filled it with kisses and licks too.

When you got to her lower body you were very patient; it was the first time you had her all to yourself, you weren't going to waste the moment rushing straight into the action, instead you made sure to cover as many spaces with your mouth as possible. Jihye didn't seem to mind, on the contrary she twisted her hips and moaned with pleasure every time your lips touched a sensitive spot for her.

That way you covered every corner of her abdomen, her thighs, her legs and even her feet. By the time you looked at her pussy, you noticed it was already wet and shiny. It looked stupidly delicious, more appetizing to you than any sophisticated dish, and it made your mouth water just looking at it.

You grabbed her thighs, pulled them back and settled face down with your face between her legs to finally sink your mouth into that slit of tender, wet flesh.

Jihye let out a moan that was like music to your ears. She clung to your head, over which she tangled her fingers between strands of your hair. Her legs came to rest over your shoulders, feet intertwined behind your back while you tasted her pussy as if it were your first meal in years.

There was an inexplicable feeling in pleasuring Jihye, something completely different from anything you had previously experienced with a girl. You didn't know what it was, you just knew that the mere act of making her moan and squirm at your expense was almost as pleasurable as your own orgasm itself.

Your hands couldn't stay still in one place; they went from her waist to her abdomen, then up to her tits, and then back down to her thighs to hold them. It was kind of maddening, because you only had two hands to touch just two places on her that you loved at the same time.

"Keep it up baby…" she moaned as she stroked your hair and squirmed slowly. "Your mouth feels so good, oh god!"

You knew right away that what she liked was passion, love making, not unbridled madness. Slow and sensual movements, with which you could get more neuroreceptors to fire in her. Thanks to this knowledge, Jihye soon became a mess of ravishing moans thanks to the licks you gave to her clit and the kisses you placed up and down her pussy.

She looked like she was close to cumming, so you looked up at her. You found her eyes fixed on yours, and her mouth half open between the most satisfying moans you had ever heard. She bit her lip, let her head fall back and arched her back before exploding in your mouth.

Jihye's fluids, which leaked through her folds as she writhed in a sexy orgasm, were like sweet nectar brought down from Olympus itself by the gods for you. You ate her out through these spasms, your tongue running up and down her pussy in your eagerness to taste as much as possible.

When her orgasm passed she looked at you and took off her hat to throw it somewhere in your room.

"Kiss me and fuck me please," she begged. "You don't know how much I need you inside me."

You knelt up and leaned towards her, both forearms resting on either side of her head before kissing her again. She moaned against your lips, over and over again as she grabbed your cock and rubbed it desperately between her wet folds.

Jihye pulled away from your lips and spit on her own hand, then you stared into each other's eyes just inches away from each other as she brought that hand to your cock, lubricated it with saliva, and pressed it against her pussy.

Your tip entered her pussy, suffocatingly tight. And then…

Her phone rang.

You stopped short, between labored breaths.

"Tell me it's a joke…" you mumbled painfully.

You wanted it to be that way, but no. The phone continued to ring non-stop, buried in your pile of clothes.

"Bloody fucking hell," she said in English, with a perfect British accent, and she closed her eyes for patience. "I'm sorry honey, you know I have to answer."

She left a kiss on your lips and with a little push on your abdomen she pushed you off of her. You remained lying on one side of the bed, watching as she stood up and went to look for her phone in her sweatpants.

"Yes?" Jihye said as she answered the call. "You caught me at a fucking bad time…" she frowned at what she heard on the other end of the line. "WHAT?!" she yelled, annoyed. "You have to be fucking kidding! Ugh!" she growled, and clenched her fist in the air. "Okay, just bring them back!"

She finally hung up, and you looked at her worriedly.

"Baby, this will have to wait," she wailed, clearly sad. "Duty calls. The whores we left at the bar apparently refused to come back unless they brought with them four men they met."

Your blood boiled instantly. But directly proportional to your anger was your concern, since even there in Mexico, with less public scrutiny, that was not a good thing at all.

You and Jihye dressed as quickly as you could, forgetting what you had been doing for now. You ended up meeting with the security team in the lobby, while they tried to escort the girls to their room. The four men came after them.

"Who the hell let Ning drink fucking tequila?!" Jihye shouted to the staff members as they walked with the girls towards you. "Sorry guys, get out of here."

Jihye and the security team tried to kick out the men as politely as possible, but Minjeong pulled Jihye by her jacket.

"Hey!" she screeched. "What do you think you're doing?! They're my guests and you can't do this to them!!" she whimpered.

Ning looked dazed, you knew her well enough to know that the poor girl didn't even know where she was standing at the moment. The person responsible for all of this was Minjeong, and you were really fucking upset with her.

"Minjeong, shut your mouth," Jihye warned sternly. "Come on guys, walk, walk."

"I do not allow it!!" Minjeong screamed even louder, making quite a fucking scene in the lobby. "This is unfair, don't be a bitch!"

"Ugh, fine!!" Jihye shouted too, suddenly turning to look at her. "Go to your room and fuck them, you stupid fucking spoiled unbearable whore!!"

Suddenly your head started to hurt. You immediately went to Ning, who you sternly grabbed by the arm to pull her with you and lead the way to Minjeong's room. Followed by herself, Jihye and the four men.

“Don't be mad at me…” Ning muttered.

"You better shut your mouth, Ning Yizhuo," you replied coldly, as you got into the elevator. "You played with our trust."

"But it was Minjeong's idea!" she protested with a lump in her throat.

"I don't care whose idea it was!" you screamed. "Are you guys fucking crazy or what?!"

You arrived at Minjeong's apartment in silence and waited in front of her door for her to arrive and open the door so you could enter inside. The first thing you did was sit Ning on the sofa in the corner, and you took off her sandals.

"We're safe now, boss," Minjeong told Jihye. "You can go now."

"I'm not fucking sure about that, Kim Minjeong," snarled Jihye. "You're lucky I'm also too fucking angry to stay here as a chaperone," she looked at you. "Good luck with them."

Jihye then turned around and left the room slamming the door. She left you alone with the two girls and four men who you knew you couldn't communicate with. You had to use the translator app to let them know something very important.

"No tocar a la chica de negro. Ella está muy borracha," said the translator's voice in Spanish.

The men frowned at you, clearly disappointed. But luckily they seemed to understand.

"Huh? What did you tell them?" Minjeong asked you, as she knelt in front of one of the men.

"That they can't touch Ning," you said flatly, and stood in an opposite corner of the room with your arms crossed.

Ning looked up, and couldn't even formulate a response as her eyes were filled with tears. She knew you were upset with her too, and got especially sentimental when she drank too much.

"But-"

"Shut your fucking mouth and don't drag her into your fucking whore decisions, Kim Minjeong!!" you exploded, and even the men seemed to be frightened by your anger. "Grow the fuck up!"

"Ugh, fine," she rolled her eyes. "How sensitive."

Then your torture began: watching Minjeong suck the cocks of four unknown men. They had stripped her naked in the blink of an eye, and had her on her knees to surround her. Then she began to suck each cock hungrily, slurping on each shaft while she used her hands to rub the ones she didn't have in her mouth.

Ning had lain on her side on the couch, and you noticed that she had cried herself to sleep. You felt sorry for her, but at the same time you didn't. She was an adult, and she was perfectly aware of her own decisions, no matter how much she allowed herself to be tainted by Minjeong. If she had made the decision to bring those men while halfway sober you would have let it go, but you weren't even sure she had a say in the first place. It all seemed like a very fucked up plan on Minjeong's part to make you upset, and the poor Ning was affected by the collateral damage.

When the men decided that Minjeong had sucked too much cock they positioned her on her bed, on her hands and knees, ready to be fucked. One of them knelt behind her ready to fuck her, but you quickly stopped him and typed into the translator.

"Que creen que están haciendo. Usen protección, todos ustedes," the translator said for you.

The men were forced to obey very reluctantly, and luckily Minjeong didn't protest about it. She just made sure to grimace a lot and moan loudly when one of the men started fucking her. She looked into your eyes intently, and she gave a mischievous little smile that made you clench your fists.

"I got to see you have fun a couple of nights ago, didn't I?" She teased, being railed without any kind of care by one of the men, who was holding her waist. "Well now it's your turn… daddy."

You snorted and looked at the ceiling. You refrained from responding to her; you knew that arguing with her in that state would be like arguing with a wall. The fact that one of the men stood in front of her and made her suck his cock was a bittersweet feeling for you, on the one hand she would shut the fuck up, but on the other… Well, that was your damn job, not his.

Little by little the two remaining men became part of the action, one of them getting under Minjeong so that the one on her knees could fuck her ass in a certainly weak and pathetic way that you knew she wasn’t enjoying. But that didn't matter to her, the only thing that mattered was that you watched everything, and looking at you while the veins on your forehead stood out from anger.

The men positioned her in an endless number of ways, and even did a carry fuck to her, double penetrating her at all times. They were all throwing away condom after condom with cum, but you had noticed that Minjeong had only cummed once. What a fucking wimps they were. She knew it.

And that only made your blood boil at an even higher temperature, because the bitch couldn't stop looking into your eyes, defiantly. It was the look of a woman who knew she had gotten her way.

You were willing to just wait for the men to get tired and leave, but Ning woke up, and one of them fixed his gaze on her. The son of a bitch didn't even know what state she was in, he just assumed that she would be sober by now, so he got off the bed and went over to grab her face in a way that made you want to kill him. He then kissed her.

And that was your limit.

"Hey! What the fuck you think you're doing, motherfucker?!" you strode towards the man, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back. "Get out of here!" you pointed towards the door.

"¡Pero ella ya está sobria!" He protested in Spanish, but you didn't understand him.

"¡No seas un pinche amargado, cabrón!" protested another of them.

"I don't know what the hell you're saying, and I don't fucking care!" you screamed, anger built up to your crown. "Get out!"

At least you were sure they understood English, because the two who didn't protest made your job easy and left the room peacefully. With the other two you had to get physical, and you thanked God that you had a good amount of innate strength, because otherwise you would have been in trouble.

You almost came to fists with both of them, but you restrained yourself so as not to make that an even more unnecessary drama, or to prevent the girls from getting hurt too. You would never forgive yourself if that happened. The closest you came to a real fight was when you gave one of them a little kick to get him to finish leaving.

You closed the door and locked it, and leaned your back against it between tired breaths. Apparently all the commotion had left Ning moderately sober, as she watched everything with attentive but worried eyes.

"God… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Ning wailed, hands on her knees. "I promise I didn't want to do it… I… I…"

"I know," you interrupted her. "You wouldn't be capable of something like that. But someone…"

Your gaze went to Minjeong, who was lying face down on the bed, her head facing the bottom edge of it.

"You were late getting them out," she said, with the bitchiest tone of voice you had heard from her in a long time. She then turned to Ning. "Hey, are you feeling okay?"

"Right now? Yeah…" Ning nodded.

"Do you want to fuck your cute little boyfriend?"

Ning looked at you, unsure of your opinion of her at the moment.

"I do…" she nodded slowly, and bit her lip. "I want him to know that I am his, and only his."

"Great!" Minjeong said with a wide smile. "Because the night has only just begun."

Minjeong looked at you. For her own good it was better that she not add any more trouble to the fire, because you already felt like a volcano about to erupt. You stared into her eyes, threatening. A clear warning: 'Shut your mouth.'

"And what about you?" she said, not giving two fucks about your look. "Are you gonna come, or are you gonna stand there looking like an idiot again."

You clenched your fists and snorted like an enraged bull. You looked at Ning for a moment, hoping she would apologize for the version of you she was about to see. You stared at Minjeong again; she was smiling mockingly.

"You fucking…" you muttered, and left the sentence in the air to take a few quick strides towards her. Then you grabbed a handful of her hair, which was already pretty messy, and made her look up. "You think this is a fucking game, you fucking spoiled bitch?!"

You slapped Minjeong so hard that the sound reverberated through the room. Her brown hair covered her face accordingly, and underneath you managed to see the same damn defiant smile. Another slap, on the same side of her face, just as hard. This time she moaned, and so did the next. You didn't stop until her cheek was red hot.

"You're a disgusting, unbearable whore, you know that, don't you?" You gave her hair a violent tug again, making her look up. "Of course you know that. You love getting people mad, even if in the process you affect someone who isn't to blame for the fact that you're a spoiled slut! You fucking scumbag!!"

You slapped her again, not caring how red that side of her face was already. But she moaned again, and even let out a small grunt of pleasure.

"And what are you going to do about it, daddy?" she growled with a maniacal giggle. "Are you going to punish me like the spoiled whore I am or are you going to hold back like a fucking pussy like you did before?"

You growled and grabbed another fistful of her hair with your other hand, then took a step back and roughly pulled her off the bed. She fell to the ground on her knees, and when you let go of her she automatically brushed her hair out of her face to open her mouth and stick her tongue out.

You undressed in record time, almost ripping the clothes off your body. Once completely naked, you grabbed Minjeong by her hair with one hand, your cock with the other, and then guided it into her open mouth with a sharp thrust.

"Ning, come here," you growled, as you pulled Minjeong's hair with both hands and pumped your cock in and out of her mouth hard from the start. "Make sure her pussy is well prepared for me."

Ning immediately obeyed. She got up from the couch, and undressed at the same time she walked towards you. By the time she was next to you, she was already completely naked. She fell to her knees next to Minjeong, sucked on her fingers and brought them between her legs to touch her pussy.

Minjeong moaned around your cock, which went almost completely in and out of her mouth. Gagging sounds took over the acoustics of the room, as did the sound of her saliva pooling inside her and making her choke and cough against your shaft. She clung to your thighs, eyes tearful as you used fistfuls of her hair as handholds.

Ning was trying her best to kiss Minjeong's shoulders and neck, since you were shaking her head so hard that she couldn't stay still for two seconds in place. She also rubbed her pussy with quick circles, but after a few seconds she decided to put her two fingers inside her pussy.

"Fuck, her pussy is still tight," Ning said, pumping her fingers in and out of her. "Such tiny cocks those idiots had."

For some reason, hearing her say that only made your anger sink deeper. It was obvious that these men had not gone through any quality testing or anything like that. She would surely have chosen them by pure chance. Just to have material to piss you off with.

But you found that it wasn't the only reason you were feeling angry. Minjeong knew that you would return to the hotel to spend the whole night with Jihye. She knew what you two would do. She did all this knowing full well that she would interrupt you two as well. That's what you called being a giant bitch.

"Time to stretch it then," you growled, and with one rough thrust you buried your cock deep in Minjeong's throat. She wasn't prepared for that; she coughed, and desperately slapped your thighs, demanding a break, while her saliva spilled in thick drops from her mouth. It wasn't until you saw that she felt dizzy that you took your cock out of her mouth.

You grabbed her by the arms and forced her to stand up, then you grabbed her hair again, and pulled her with you to the bedroom window, whose curtains were open and revealed a beautiful view of the city. She let out a moan as you threw her against the glass, where her cheek and her hands were planted.

"Oh my god…" she gasped. "I would have played this card sooner, if I had been sure it would take that monster out of you."

The only possible response you could give her was a spicy spank on her buttock. She squealed, and pulled her hips back to press your cock against her ass. You took her hands, took them off the glass and linked her wrists behind her back, so that her only point of support was her own face. Then you held their wrists together with one hand, and with the other you took your cock inside her pussy.

Never before in your life had you fucked someone with so much hatred, contempt and roughness as you did Minjeong in that moment. You shook her like an insignificant rag doll, with thrusts so violent that they made her glass shake as well. You also pulled her hair, and grabbed the back of her neck right after giving her a new round of spanks. She came twice in the process, but you didn't slow down on either occasion.

At one point you pulled her face away from the glass, only to press her back against your chest so you could choke her while you growled in her ear. Her moans became muffled, made soundless by your fingers wrapped tightly around her throat.

"Is this what you wanted, you big fucking nasty slut?" you growled in her ear, and bit her cheek hard, the same one that was red thanks to your slaps.

Minjeong could do nothing but nod with tears in her eyes and her face twisted with pleasure. It was then that you felt her body tremble again, and seconds after, her third consecutive orgasm came accompanied by a powerful squirt that was not an impediment for you to continue either, not until you exploded inside her.

You slammed her against the glass again, to grab her by that sexy little waist and fuck her while you left a thick hot load inside her soaked pussy. Minjeong stood with her hands pressed against the window, gasping and shrieking. She was sweaty, with lots of strands of hair stuck to her face.

When you deposited your entire load inside her, you took out your cock and pulled her hair back again, with enough strength for her to fall on her ass against the floor.

"I'm not done with you, bitch," you said between labored breaths, then let out a contemptuous spit in her face.

When you turned around you found Ning lying on the bed, legs open with one hand on her pussy. She had been touching herself as she watched you, judging by her flushed cheeks and her furrowed forehead.

"Come here and clean up," you ordered her, and stood in front of the bottom edge of the bed.

Ning immediately crawled over to you, getting on her hands and knees with her face in front of your cock. She began to clean it with her tongue, which ran along each side of it before giving your tip some gentle sucks.

"Not 'baby' or 'honey'?" she asked, as she kissed all over your cock.

"No, I'm angry with you too," you replied, stroking her hair.

Ning made a move to protest, but you looked her in the eyes and shook your head.

"Don't be sorry now. We'll talk later," you interrupted her.

She nodded.

"Fine…"

Then she continued with her task. She took you inside her mouth, and gave you exactly the blowjob you needed at that moment to calm the violent tide that went from side to side inside your body. Ning had that effect on you, even if she herself was partly responsible for you getting like this in the first place.

She left your cock glistening, all while she looked into your eyes with a cute good girl look. She gave your cock one last lick, before kneeling in front of you, grabbing your face and kissing you. You resisted at first, not wanting to soften up. But in the end you found yourself surrounding Ning in a warm hug as you affectionately reciprocated her kiss.

Ning wrapped her arms around your neck and in one jump she clung to your torso with her legs. You held her in the air, hands clinging to her waist. She broke away from the kiss and looked into your eyes.

"I never agreed to bring those men…" she murmured. "In fact I could never let anyone but you touch me."

“I know…” you murmured back, and grabbed your cock with one hand only to stand it upright and impale Ning on it. She clung tightly to your neck, while you watched very closely as her face twisted in pleasure as your cock sank deeper and deeper. "Because you're mine."

"Oh yeah…" she moaned, and nodded several times as you slowly pumped your cock in and out of her. "I belong only to you, baby."

You held her by the back of her knees and kissed her again. Ning moaned against your lips, stroking and giving gentle little tugs to your hair. Normally you were always gentle with her, but when you remembered that you were still mad at her for drinking tequila outside of your supervision, you started fucking her hard.

You weren't nearly as abrupt as you were with Minjeong; Ning never deserved to be treated like that. But you were a little harsher than you usually were on her. She seemed to enjoy it, as in a few seconds she was a moaning mess in your arms.

After a couple of minutes she came. It was a bit of a job holding her in the air, as her body writhed and threatened to slip out of your hands. You slowly fucked her through her orgasm, your face buried in her neck between kisses.

When her orgasm passed you released her face up on the bed, and turned abruptly towards Minjeong, who was lying on the floor as if she had fainted. You took a stride towards her and grabbed her arm with a strong grip.

"Come on, get up you fucking whore," you said, forcing her to her feet. "I told you I wasn't done with you."

You pulled Minjeong onto the bed and tossed her to Ning's side. Minjeong looked at you with weak eyes as you lunged at her, spread her legs wide and went back to penetrating her pussy. She let out another squeal, and arched her back.

"God, that's a damn good cock," she grunted as you began hammering her pussy again. "I wouldn't change it for anything in the world."

"Well it doesn't look like it, fucking slut," you said through clenched teeth, and brought a hand to her abdomen to press it there and feel your cock bulge it.

The tide that Ning had managed to calm rose again and became turbulent. It was something you couldn't control. It was enough with Minjeong's arrogant and mocking attitude, along with the way she enjoyed that you were angry with her, for you to become furious like an animal again.

Once again, the hatred and fury you felt accumulated towards Minjeong was reflected in the way you fucked her. You had her pinned against the mattress, both hands gripped to her neck while you kept her legs wide open. The slaps returned, this time on the other side of her face, combined with spitting on different parts of her face, you didn't even care where.

Minjeong was fascinated by the way you were fucking her. She loved being denigrated. Being treated like a cheap sex toy whose only function was to be used and then thrown away. She didn't mind being a target for your spit, nor an object with which you could vent as much anger as you wanted. All of this led to her cumming again.

She erupted again with screams and grunts of pleasure. One hand of hers went to your hair, which she pulled down, and the other went to your chest, which she scratched down with her recently manicured nails. You grunted in pain, and with one hand you gave her pussy a sudden slap that made her jump.

You pulled out of her once her orgasm had passed, and she looked at you with a frown and her mouth slightly open. Her face was marked with slaps, with traces of saliva everywhere and covered in sweat.

"Why did you stop!" she protested. "I wanted another load inside me!"

"Be quiet!" you blurted out. "This isn't just about you, in case you hadn't realized, fucking cunt."

You returned to Ning, who was lying on her side watching you fuck Minjeong. She looked into your eyes as you lay down behind her and pressed her back against your chest. You wrapped your arms around her, and let her take your cock inside her pussy.

Ning cupped the side of your face with her hand and kissed you again. She was lying on your left arm, so you could easily grope her tits while you held her waist with your other hand. You knew she loved that intimate closeness, where she could feel every part of your body filling her with warmth.

This time you slowed down, not because you wanted to go soft on Ning, but because you were starting to feel tired. Of course this didn't matter, since you were already close to cumming, and Ning already felt a certain erogeneity when feeling your load inside her, so as soon as you exploded, she followed you close.

You two became a combined mass of two bodies wrapped around each other, muffling moans in the middle of a torrid kiss. You groped every corner of Ning's delicious body, with some fixation on her firm tits and her pretty nipples, which you pinched and rubbed with your fingers until your climax passed and your load was all inside her.

"Honey… Do you want to try it today?" you asked against her lips, not realizing that you had called her 'Honey.'

Ning looked at you with eyes heavy with desire, as she rubbed your cheek with her thumb. She seemed hesitant.

"Huh, try what?" Minjeong butted in from the side of you.

"Anal…" Ning replied weakly.

"Have you never done it together?" Minjeong asked with a frown.

"I've never done it. In general."

“Oh…” Minjeong stayed quiet, and she exchanged glances with you. "Well, he's never fucked me in the ass either… Do you want some company for your first time?"

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have some advice," Ning nodded.

You pulled your cock out of Ning and placed a kiss on her cheek. For some magical and mysterious reason, cumming inside her managed to quell your anger for Minjeong. But that was all, quell, not vanish.

Minjeong, meanwhile, crawled on shaky legs to the side of the bed to go to the nightstand and open the drawer in search of something.

"I'll need you to get on your fours, sweetie," you planted a kiss on her lips. "It'll be easier that way."

She nodded, and gave you a small smile.

"Yes honey."

She then pulled away from you and got on her hands and knees on the bed. Minjeong then returned to you, with a little black bottle in her hand that said 'Cobeco Bodylube Anal Lube'. She watched as your cum leaked through the folds of Ning's pussy, and before it fell to the sheets, she dropped the bottle and planted her face directly there.

Ning groaned and had a little startle, perhaps because her pussy was still sensitive. Minjeong grabbed her buttocks, and squeezed each one as she wiped your cum from her pussy. She didn't stop until she had swallowed your entire load, and then she started eating Ning's ass.

"Oh lord!" Ning screeched, frowning. Visibly confused by that feeling. "It feels… strange."

"But you like it?" you asked, biting your lip at the incredibly hot scene.

“Y-yeah…” Ning nodded, while Minjeong licked and kissed her ass in every way possible. "Is different."

Minjeong soon also added her fingers, which she had to be quite careful with because she had pointed nails and could hurt Ning. Luckily she knew how to handle the situation well, and did a good job of gently fucking Ning with two of her fingers.

"Alright, it's your turn," Minjeong said after a minute, and she wiped her chin and licked her fingers. She then threw the bottle of lube at you.

"Are you sure about this, honey?" you asked Ning, settling down behind her. Minjeong adopted the exact same position as Ning beside her, presenting her pale ass yet still littered with red marks to you.

"I don't want to keep putting it off…" she said. "So yes."

Upon receiving the green light, you grabbed the bottle of lubricant, opened it and began pouring it on your cock, her butthole and her butt cheeks. You did the same with Minjeong. Then you grabbed your cock, slippery and shiny, and made a gesture of pressing it against Ning's butthole.

"S-Stop!" She said, and you immediately stopped to look at her. "Can you… do it with her first? I want to see how she takes it…"

"Sure, honey," you nodded.

"And I get my way again, haha!" Minjeong said, as you stood behind her.

“Minjeong-ah…” you took a deep breath. "Let's not start again."

"Yeah yeah I'm sorry. Come on, use my ass daddy."

Minjeong shook her ass provocatively from side to side, looking at you over her shoulder. You grabbed her waist, and with one hand guided your cock into her ass, which was considerably tighter than Aeri's or Jimin's.

It was noticeable that Minjeong was constantly playing with toys inside her ass, because every inch of your cock slid inside her with great ease. You gasped, at the hot image of your cock buried between two pairs of pale red-tinted buttocks.

"You just watch and learn, cutie," Minjeong told Ning, then she pressed the side of her face against her mattress with her hands on either side of her. "You have to relax, not tense your body…"

As much as you appreciated Minjeong's attempts to educate Ning, you were still angry with her—you probably wouldn't stop being angry for a while—, so you were neither gentle nor kind. It didn't even cross your mind being so. Once you made sure you could move your cock in and out of her comfortably, you started fucking her ass just as hard as when you fucked her against the window.

As you fucked Minjeong you couldn't help but wonder how come you had never had her ass before. It literally felt like any other pussy, only much tighter. You let out moan after moan, clinging to her small waist with one hand and her hair with the other.

After a couple of minutes you stopped with one last hard thrust and left Minjeong's ass, who refrained from complaining so as not to argue with you again, although you still saw the discontent on her face.

"Ready, baby?" you asked Ning between gasps, rubbing your cock against her buttocks.

"I think so…" she nodded.

"Okay, breathe and relax…"

Ning did so, doing adorable breathing exercises while you pressed your cock against her butthole. She had a little scare and an initial squeal, but you were gentle with her, giving her as much patience and time as she needed to get used to it.

You were so focused on making Ning feel comfortable and not in so much pain that you hadn't noticed that Minjeong had grabbed her phone and was taking pictures of the two of you. You frowned and tried to swipe at the phone to make her stop, but she dodged you.

"Hey! Calm down!" she said between giggles. "I have to document this. It's her first anal."

You rolled your eyes and snorted.

"Shut up and go back to her side."

Minjeong put her phone aside and obeyed. She returned to her starting position, and grabbed Ning's hand as she began to pepper the side of her face and her forearm with kisses.

You were already completely inside Ning's ass, who had been an excellent girl and had complied with each of the instructions you gave her. You found that she also had a wonderful butthole, and between initial slow pumps, you noticed that she was enjoying it.

"Does it feel good, dear?" you asked in a gentle tone, one hand on her waist, and the other caressing her pretty back.

“It feels really good…” Ning nodded between small moans. "But be careful, it still hurts a little."

You and Minjeong made sure that Ning enjoyed that first experience as much as possible. Minjeong had shown some heart, which felt like seeing the Grinch's heart enlarge for the first time in his entire life, as she stroked Ning's hair and filled her with soothing words.

After a few minutes Ning gave you the green light to let loose, and so you did. You enjoyed her body as much as you could, hands squeezing her slick buttocks. At one point you also used her braids as a grappling point, which drove her crazy between loud moans.

But Minjeong's ass was calling you too, and you were already beginning to miss it, so after a few thrusts, you left Ning and went inside Minjeong's ass.

The next few minutes were based on you switching between each delicious peach. You fucked them both hard, just as your body asked you to. Only with Minjeong you made sure to show her that during that night you couldn't do anything but hate her. They both came, Minjeong first than Ning, who had never experienced such an orgasm before and she was delighted about it.

You continued fucking Ning's ass, since Minjeong had run out of energy and she just watched you while she hugged a pillow.

“Come on daddy…” you heard Minjeong say between the loud sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Ning’s uncontrolled moans. "Fill her ass for the first time."

Your climax was certainly just around the corner. You moaned, one hand placed on Ning's lower back and the other on her braids, which you held intertwined under your hand.

"Do you want that, baby girl?" you asked between pumps. "Do you want me to fill your ass?"

"Yeah!" she squealed with pleasure, crumpling the sheets under her fingers. "It belongs only to you darling, fill it as such!"

"You heard her," Minjeong said. "Cum daddy, cum!" she moaned.

A loud moan escaped you, then you placed Ning's stomach flat against her mattress, leaned forward, and turned her around to kiss you. You moaned against her lips, pumping up and down until you exploded inside her ass.

Ning left her mouth ajar and rolled her eyes back as you drained your balls into her ass. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, and she stroked your hair there before looking into your eyes. You moaned again and again, your cock still throbbing inside her until every drop was gone.

"Thank you honey…" you managed to say between heavy pants.

"Did you enjoy it?" Ning asked with a hopeful voice, looking at you with that pair of gorgeous eyes.

"It was wonderful," you nodded. "And you?"

"I didn't expect it to feel so good…" She let her head fall against her arm, still looking at you. "Thank you for being so patient with me. I was very afraid."

"I know," you kissed her forehead. "But you did very well, honey."

"Thank you dear…" she smiled.

"God, you're going to make me throw up," Minjeong said in a low voice, already settled on her pillow.

You turned to frown at her and pulled out of Ning's ass, which spilled your entire load directly into her pussy. You stood up and went straight to the bathroom to look for toilet paper. With Ning you were very attentive and affectionate, helping her clean every corner of her body. On the other hand, you only threw the roll of paper at Minjeong when she reluctantly asked for it.

Once the little cleaning session was done you claimed Ning for yourself. You snuggled her into your arms, and showered her with affectionate kisses all over her face as she fell asleep. You also caressed her shoulder, and ran your fingers down her back.

You slightly lost track of time. About ten or fifteen minutes had passed when you got up and left her snuggling with Minjeong. You turned on the air conditioning, unfolded the blanket and covered both of them with it. Then you dressed, organized the room just a bit, and turned off the lights before leaving.

You headed to your room, wondering what the hell had just happened. It had all happened too fast in your head, but that night had been really fucking crazy. The first lesson you learned was that you shouldn't leave Ning alone with Minjeong, and the other was that Minjeong was not to be trusted under any circumstances.

You thought that the rest of the night would be peaceful, but when you arrived in front of your room you noticed that something was not quite right. You noticed the lights inside were off, even though you had left them on, and you also felt the cold air under the door, which you opened slowly to enter.

Your heart almost jumped out of your mouth when you saw someone in your bed. But it took you only a few seconds to realize that it was none other than Noh Jihye, peacefully asleep with nothing more than one of your hoodies on. Only then were you able to release the breath you had been holding, a silly smile even escaped you.

You took off your jacket, pants, and shoes, leaving you only in your sweater and boxers before getting into bed with Jihye. You lay down behind her, and put an arm over her body to snuggle her against you.

You thought she was asleep, but she stirred slightly in your arms and gave a small snort.

"Are you done with the brats?" she asked, sleepily.

You chuckled and rubbed your nose against her head affectionately. You were still smiling like an idiot.

"Oh yeah," you nodded. "I even sang them a lullaby and put them to bed."

Jihye turned around, and now your faces were just inches from each other. She could barely keep her eyes open as she looked at you, but it was enough for you to lose yourself in them, and in every detail of her perfect face. Then she placed a gentle hand on your cheek, caressed it with her thumb, and gave you a soft kiss filled with genuine emotion.

You felt butterflies in your stomach again. But they were no longer just hovering calmly, now they were going from here to there at full speed. You let yourself be carried away by her lips, in the midst of an intense sensation that accumulated in the pit of your stomach and seeped through your pores. You didn't know what it was, but something clicked.

"Thank you for all the help you've given me, darling…" she murmured against your lips. "Me and everyone. I can't even imagine going on tour again without you."

"I hope you feel the same way when you're not half asleep," you said with a giggle.

Your defense mechanism for those types of situations was jokes, even if inside you were screaming and kicking like an idiot.

"I'll feel the same way throughout the morning… and all the mornings to come," she said, and placed another small kiss on your lips that almost melted you. "I naturally feel safe with you. You give me strength. And you make me feel that everything will be okay as long as you are there…"

You stared at her for a few long seconds, with your mouth slightly open and your eyes lost in hers. You blinked several times, blush taking over your cheeks.

“Jihye…” you said softly. "I…"

"You don't have to tell me," she interrupted you with a finger on your lips. "I know. I knew since I noticed how you were looking at me earlier. You almost drooled."

You couldn't help but laugh, somewhat embarrassed. But somehow still speechless.

"Just don't stop looking at me like that, will you?" She hugged you with both arms and leaned her face on your chest, snuggling against you. "You make me feel like the most sublime being that has ever walked the earth."

She didn't say anything else, and you knew she fell asleep within a few minutes. You were dumbfounded, with your arms wrapped around her, feeling an overwhelming unmatched warmth. A feeling you hadn't felt in a long time until now grew in you: peace, and maybe something more.

With a little effort you managed to fall asleep within a few minutes, hugging that woman who made you feel that everything would be fine as long as you had her by your side.

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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter twenty four ⭐︎ I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

Warnings: confrontations, angst, mentions of loss and death, confrontations, lots and lots of fluff, allusions to smut

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You introduce Steve to your family... and step out of hiding.

Word count: 10.6k

Author’s note: @hellfire--cult thank you for helping me proofread and writing this chapter bby<3 can you believe we’re almost done with this story?

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Sun kisses your skin with its warmth, the smell of fresh flowers and wet grass lingers all around you, the leaves that are slowly changing color are still dripping with water from the light rain that greeted you this morning. Your hand is safely embraced by your boyfriend, who is rubbing soothing circles on your skin, squeezing you and holding you close as he stares at the names engraved into the stone, where the bodies of your parents lie six feet under, the only remains left of them buried underneath the ground. The only things evident of their existence are all the pictures ever taken of them. 

He can feel your sadness as you stare at the names of your parents, he can feel your grief, even after all these years, you still feel it just as deeply as you did back then. 

But Steve doesn’t know that you no longer feel alone, that his presence comforts you in ways nothing else ever could. You squeeze his hand and lean your head on his shoulder. 

You wish he could’ve gotten to know them differently, your father would’ve loved him, your mother would’ve adored him. Steve would’ve been a part of your family. 

But this is the only way. 

You spent the morning in your bed, going through old pictures, ones he hasn’t seen yet, you shared sacred memories with him, introduced him to your favorite pictures of your family, he watched and listened with a smile on his face, a longing look in his eyes, wishing that he could’ve had a good relationship with his own parents too, wishing that he could’ve met yours. 

So when you offered to introduce him to them, even if only like this, he immediately said yes. He stopped by the store and got flowers to put on your parents' grave, the flowers that were your mom’s favorites. 

You whispered softly when you arrived, ‘hi mom, hey dad’, you touched the stone and looked down with tears in your eyes, Steve’s heart broke at that moment. But then you stepped back and took his hand again, and for the first time, you introduced him as your boyfriend, though you both wished it was under different circumstances, wishing he could shake your dad’s hand instead, that he could hand those flowers to your mom, that he could talk to them, that he could promise them that he will take good care of you, just like he would like to promise it to your best friend. 

There are fresh flowers on his grave too, ones that can’t be older than a day or two. He knows they are from you, blue tulips.

He never asked himself that question before but now he wonders how much time you spend at the cemetery. How many lonely days have led you here, to your best friend, to your parents. The thought only breaks his heart even more.

A sigh falls from your lips and he turns away from the flowers and looks at you. You are staring at Max’s letter that fused into the grass, the ink nearly washed away from all the rain that followed since that day. 

“Come on,” you whisper, no longer wanting to be here, standing before the grave of your best friend who should’ve been anywhere but here, every time you’re here, your heart breaks all over again. You tug at your boyfriend’s hand and start to pull him away, eying his burgundy car already but Steve stops you, with a squeeze of his hand and a kind smile on his beautiful face. 

“Wait, give me a moment will you?” He asks softly, fishing out his car keys from his pocket, he hands them to you and takes a step closer, pressing his lips to your temple, “I’ll be right there, darling.”

Despite the curiosity and the confusion building up in you, you close your hand around his keys and nod, looking into his soft hazel eyes, you match the look on his face, smiling at your boyfriend, you let go of his hand and grab his shoulder instead, rising up on your tippy toes, you kiss his lips before you step away and give him the privacy he asked for. 

Steve watches you walk away, a fond smile still resting on his features, you are wearing his jacket, pulling it tighter around you when the wind kisses your skin. His heart skips a beat when you pull the collars around your neck tighter as well. It will smell like you and he can’t wait to breathe in your scent once he wears it himself again. 

When you get into the passenger seat of his car, Steve turns around again, facing the grave he hasn’t seen since the day he drove Max here. 

A sudden nervousness rushes through him and settles in the pit of his stomach, a tension he hasn’t felt in a while surrounding him now, the kind he only ever felt when he was around Billy. He never liked him and Billy certainly never liked him either. 

The cold breeze blows through his hair, messing it up just the slightest bit. Steve clears his throat and looks around, restraining himself from crossing his arms.

It’s almost as though he is here. 

The awkward tension hangs heavy in the air, he can feel it but he needs to do this, he has to. 

“Hey man,” Steve breaks the silence, feeling a little ridiculous, standing here before Billy’s grave, greeting him like he was a friend. “I know I’m probably the last person you wanna… uh… hear or see?” He mumbles, scratching the back of his neck as he stares at his name.

“But I just… I know what you mean to her, I know what she meant to you… and fuck… I hurt her… many times, so many that I’d deserve to get beaten to death by you. But I promise to make up for all of that. I will protect her… for me and for you. I promise. I’m pretty sure that if I’d ever hurt her again, Eddie would honor you, Hargrove, and just kill me.” Steve chuckles, knowing how fucked he would’ve been had Billy known everything. “But I promise, I will never hurt her again. I love her, I love her so much, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for that girl, Billy. It took me a while to open my eyes and put away my pride but I see her now, she has my heart.” He speaks with a softness in his voice. 

The wind blows again, a little softer this time but the leaves fall from the trees and onto his gravestone. The silence that follows reminds him of how ghostly the place is, how full yet empty it is, how lifeless yet… not. But everyone in here is gone, including your best friend. 

Steve looks down at his hands, he might never understand the bond you two shared, but he knows one thing for sure, he kept you safe, when he was here and when he was not. 

“Thank you,” Steve whispers, feeling sad over a man he could never stand but one that means something special to you, “for protecting her all along, in life and in death.” 

And then, Steve takes one last look at Billy’s name, at the grave you visit so often, “I got her now,” he promises before he steps away and leaves. 

You don’t question him when he gets into the driver's seat of his car, you don’t give any more curious, questioning looks, you simply smile and take his hand when he reaches for yours, a habit you had quickly gotten used to and very comfortable with. 

It’s only been a few days since you had started dating officially, it feels much longer than that… with good reason. 

You haven’t seen any of your friends since ‘the party’ at Eddie’s place, you only talked to Eddie on the phone and told him about what happened, and Robin… she only called Steve one more time before she gave him the space he asked for. 

You wanted alone time with each other, you wanted to exist with only one another. You barely left the house for three days and most of that time it was spent in your bed. You went out to get food and didn’t hide when you held each other’s hands or kissed in the parking lot of the diner, not caring that your friends who are still clueless about your relationship could see, and while you are both excited for the big reveal, you can’t help but love this little secret between you, the secret that you now live out openly, the bubble you have both created, the one that is about to burst. 

When Steve parks his car in Eddie’s driveway, you feel the calmness in you slowly transforming into dread and anxiety, knowing that you will have to face a person, a girl you considered a close friend you now see as someone unpleasant, especially after all the treatment you received from her in the past few weeks, the words she spewed at you, the words you never revealed to Steve. 

It was hurtful and offending but still, you couldn’t repeat the things she said to you, not to him. She is still his best friend, still the person who wanted to protect him from pain and heartbreak and you have no intention to break them apart but you can’t digest the words she hit you with, they were distasteful and rude and the disgust in her eyes cut you deep. 

“Hey,” your boyfriend whispers, pulling you out of your thoughts with his gentle voice. He brings your hand up towards his face and kisses your knuckles, looking at you with a reassuring smile on his face, “it’s gonna be okay.”

You look into his hazel eyes and you can’t help but wonder what he would think, how he would react if you told him about the things she said to you, how he would react once she tells him what happened between you and her – you know she will, you know that despite her fear of losing him, she will tell him everything. 

“Yeah,” you smile weakly. 

You can tell that he is anxious too, with the way he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, holds your hand tightly and looks at Eddie’s house with a hint of fear in his eyes. 

Eddie and Steve haven’t been on the best terms either, you know why, that’s why you aren’t angry at Robin for wanting to protect her best friend, you are angry at her for the way she judged you, for the way she approached this whole situation. You saw the guilt and the regret in her eyes when she realized how wrong she was about you but it did nothing to mend the anger and the hurt in you. 

Steve’s comforting hand is on the small of your back when you make your way up Eddie’s porch, you can’t even ring the bell or knock before the front door opens suddenly and your best friend’s eyes meet yours. You feel Steve tensing up beside you when he looks between you both and then down at your joined hands. A look of relief, a look of happiness for you crosses his face and then, he steps out and grabs your hand, pulling you away from Steve and into his embrace, he hugs you tightly, tighter than he ever hugged and held you before, not only because he is happy for you but also because he missed you. 

A smile tugs at your lips, warmth blooming in your chest at the love you feel for him. You lift your arms up and hug him back. 

“Hi Eds,” you whisper. 

“Hey stranger,” he whispers and squeezes your arms, “I missed you.”

Steve looks between you both with softness in his eyes and a warm smile on his lips. Though the tension in him is still strong and the one in Eddie too, Steve can see it when he pulls away from you and takes a long look at him. He can see the guilt in his eyes, the awkwardness and the missing coldness that he looked at him with for the past months. 

“Steve,” Eddie mumbles, nodding at him. 

“Hey man,” Steve greets him with a hint of a smile. 

Both are tense, both are awkward. 

You clear your throat and step back, reaching for your boyfriend’s hand again who takes it happily, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Right uh,” Eddie mumbles and scratches the back of his neck, stepping back into his house and inviting you both in. “Robin is in the living room, we can uh… talk, no one’s here, Wayne went out with Susan, Max went with them.” 

Steve nods at his words, he breaks eye contact with him and looks back at you. He doesn’t know a single thing about what happened between you and his best friend, he doesn’t know what words were thrown around, what had been said, how bad it actually got. He knew it was bad, he knew it from the moment he saw the hurt look in your eyes, the disappointment towards his best friend, towards someone you thought was your friend too. You were angry, you were hurt and still, you protected her from his anger by not telling him but he needs to know now. 

“I’m gonna talk to Eddie for a second, I’ll be right there,” you tell him, growing nervous as each second passes. 

He nods, “alright, I’ll go talk to Robin.” 

You don’t want them to fight, you don’t want him to stand between you both but you can’t stop anything now. 

He gives you a smile, one that says ‘everything will be okay, no matter what happens, we’ll be okay’. He lets go of your hand and cups the side of your face, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips before he steps away from you and Eddie, leaving you both in the hallway while he makes his way into the living room, where his best friend is already waiting, sitting on the couch with shaky hands and a bouncing knee, staring at the ground with nothing but anxiety and fear written all over her face. The paleness in her cheeks matched the one from the night in the upside down, when she thought that he would die of rabies. 

It hurts him to see her like this and he can’t help but want to pull her into his arms. With a sigh, he speaks her name. 

Robin’s head snaps up at the sound of his voice, she freezes, staring at him like she’s seen a ghost. She doesn’t stand up, doesn’t make her way over to him, she just sits there, quietly and unmoving, like a kid caught doing something their parents have warned them not to. 

“Hey,” Steve mumbles softly, slowly walking towards her, wanting to go in for a hug but she stops him, holding her hand up, motioning for him not to come closer as her eyes well up with tears already. 

This time it’s he who freezes, furrowing his brows at her. 

“Do you know what happened?” She rushes out, her voice even shakier than her hands. 

He runs his hand through his hair, sighing as he shakes his head. 

“No, I don’t, I don’t know what happened, Robin. I don’t know what you said to her, she didn’t want to tell me.” 

Robin sighs loudly, she shuts her eyes and leans forward, burying her face in her hands as she mumbles, “t-that makes it all worse.” She tugs at her hair and sniffles, the guilt consuming her now because even after she threw all these hurtful, disgusting words at you, you still decided to protect her from her best friend’s rage, from losing him. 

How could she misjudge you so poorly? 

How could she say all these things to you? 

She nearly ruined that one thing that he wanted so badly, she nearly took it all away from him.

She feels the couch dipping lower, she smells his cologne and his hairspray as he sits down next to her. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t demand answers but he waits, he waits for her to speak up about what happened. 

She takes a deep breath and pulls back, looking around herself but not at him, she can’t look into his eyes, she can’t bear to stand the disgust in them once she tells him everything. 

Her heart is already pounding in her chest and her palms grow sweaty, she wipes them against her jeans and takes another few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, trying to get rid of that gnawing feeling in her chest but there is no stopping it, no escaping, she knows how this will end. 

“What I told you about her…” She begins, still refusing to look at him, “wasn’t true… That she had no feelings for you, that she… that you were just a hookup to her… that wasn’t true, you were never just that, I was wrong about it, about her.” 

“Yeah, Robin.” Steve sighs, “you were wrong about her.” 

She closes her eyes again, scrunching them shut as though she is in pain.

“I’ll understand if you will hate me after this, I deserve it.”

Steve shakes his head, “Robin–”

“No! No, you don’t even– fuck… I said some hideous things to her, Steve, and I thought badly of her, really badly.” 

She opens her eyes, though she lowers her head again when she hears your footsteps, when she feels your eyes on her. She feels shame rising in her, growing bigger and bigger until it’s nothing but that inside of her. 

From the corner of her eye, she sees you taking a seat beside Steve, he sees his hand settling on your thigh, reaching for your hand, naturally, openly. She knows what this means, she knows what you are to one another now, and it only makes the feelings in her worse because she was the one who nearly made it all impossible. 

If you were still the girl that she first met when she attacked you with vile words, you and Steve wouldn’t be here now, not like this. You’d both be broken, unaware of each other’s feelings and all because of her mistake. 

The urge to put all the cards on the table prompts her to spill it all out, with no hesitation, with no stopping, she spills out every word she had said to you, confesses the ugly truth to her best friend, to the one she always just wanted to protect. 

Tears escape her eyes the moment she finally takes a look at him, he is angry, he is angry at her, for what she said to you, for how she hurt you. Robin had never seen him this way before, seething, furious and red in his face from the burning emotions in him. 

This is the first time that Steve feels anger towards his best friend. 

And as he looks at her, at the girl who knew about how he feels for you, how dear you are to him, he is in sheer disbelief, unable to understand how she could throw such comments at you, make disgusting remarks about something she never judged him for, how far was she from insulting you further? 

He gets up from the couch, turning his whole body towards her, he points an angry finger at her, “you knew what she means to me! Yet you decided that breaking her apart was still the best idea!? Even if you wanted to protect my honor!? I would have understood what you did if we were in fact in an official relationship at that time, but we weren’t Robin! We were oblivious to each other’s feelings! If she did hurt me in any way, it was unintentional! But you… you judged her without knowing anything, you judged her feelings and her, you hurt her! Did you think that it would make me feel better? Do you think that hurting her would fix my pain? What the fuck, Robin?” He throws his hands up, still staring in disbelief and confusion, unable to understand how she, Robin, could do something like this. 

And now, she won’t even look at him as tears spill down her cheeks. 

“Steve,” you whisper softly, reaching for his hand and pulling him back. 

Steve knows what you are trying to do, that you are still trying to stop him from losing a friend.

He opens his mouth to speak, though your best friend cuts him off. Eddie clears his throat and breathes in shakily, he sits down besides Robin and takes a nervous look at Steve. 

“I’m not innocent in all of this either,” he admits, “it’s not just her you should be mad at. She came to me to talk about you both, about your feelings,” he mumbles, pulling his gaze away from Steve and directing it at you instead. 

You raise your brows at him and cock your head to the side. You knew something happened, even before the argument with Robin, you knew they talked, you knew there was something.

“She wanted to know what you felt for him and I lied, I told her there was nothing.You asked me to keep it all a secret so I did, you didn’t want to lose him and I thought I was doing the right thing by not telling her the truth. You always thought that Steve would break things off if he found out about your feelings so… I didn’t want to give you away, if I knew about his feelings, I wouldn’t have lied but she told me the same thing I told her so…” He shrugs, not hiding the truth from either of you. 

Steve rubs his temples, feeling a migraine coming in as he looks between yours and his best friend, the anger continuing to build up in him. 

But you, you can’t be mad at Eddie for wanting to protect you, not a single emotion of anger rushes through you. 

“Is that why you were such an asshole to me this whole time?” Steve asks, staring at him intensely. “The moment you found out about us, you treated me like I was air.” 

“Can you blame me?” Eddie scoffs, “or did you forget about how you reacted when I thought you were a couple? And besides, with your reputation? I knew what she went through, Steve. I knew how deep her feelings were for you… was it bad to be cautious around you? And it’s not like I–” he pauses, glancing at Robin who only sighs at him when she meets his eyes. 

“It’s not like he cussed you into oblivion… He was… still civil with you. Because unlike me towards Blondie,” she mumbles quietly, looking at you for a brief second, “Eddie gave you the benefit of the doubt.” 

Eddie shakes his head, “I did swear on my mom’s grave and Hargrove’s I would punch your dick if you hurt her. Was gonna make sure that dream of yours of having six kids didn’t come true. And I still stand by this if you do hurt her in the future.” 

You look down at your hands, shaking your head as a small smile appears on your face. 

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, runs his fingers through his hair again as he takes a look around him, at Eddie and at you before he glances at her, Robin who is still hiding her face from him and from you, not shaking anymore now that the truth it all out, but her shoulders are slumped and relaxed now, there is no fear anymore, just sadness. 

He is still angry. 

He is still disappointed. 

For a moment, it’s quiet, no words are said, no looks are shared, not until Eddie is the one to break the silence again when he stands up and steps towards Steve.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you, man. I like you, I really do, you have been a good friend to me after all the shit went down and I shouldn’t have been that way towards you but, I love her, Steve. She is my best friend, I just wanted to protect her,” Eddie says, looking down, “I know I could’ve done that without being a dick though… So, I’m sorry, I really am.” 

Steve’s brows pull together, another sigh falls from his lips. He understands it, he really does and he is glad that you have a best friend who loves you so dearly, who is loyal to you and defends you even if you don’t ask for it. 

“It’s okay, Eddie, I understand it. And I accept your apology.” 

Eddie presses his lips together, he nods, flashing you a quick smile before he looks back at the brunette. 

“So… we’re cool?” 

“Yeah, we’re cool,” Steve mumbles, still having to force a smile. “And I promise, I won’t ever hurt her again.”

Eddie’s face grows serious again, he squints his eyes and leans closer. 

“Yeah, you better don’t, Harrington.”

You look between them both, a smile appearing on your face when they shake hands and Eddie smiles at him. You still sense the tension, you can see it written all over your boyfriend’s face, he needs a moment to digest all of this, you can see it in his eyes, especially when they lock on Robin’s figure. 

The shuffling from your right pulls your attention on both men away, you glance at the girl, who gets up from the couch, wiping her tears before she looks around you all, unable to face you still. 

“I’m sorry for what I did… It was never my intention to hurt any of you, b-but I did… and I’m really fucking sorry,” she says, sadly. “I’m gonna go now.” 

You straighten your back as you watch her, watch how she is ready to walk out of here without asking for forgiveness, ready to leave without friends. Your eyes follow her, just as Steve’s and Eddie’s do too. 

You push yourself up from the couch, not wanting her to leave like this. 

But Steve, he steps away from Eddie and makes his way over to Robin before she can even come close to stepping out into the hallway, he steps in front of her, blocking her way. With a sigh, he wraps his arms around her and hugs her tightly, not allowing her to walk away from you all. 

He might be angry, he might be hurt but she still means the world to him and even after everything, he knows her intentions were good, she wanted to protect him just like Eddie wanted to protect you. 

“Thank you for loving me, Birdie.”

A sob falls from Robin’s lips, though it comes out muffled as she hides her face in his chest, “Shut up… I don’t… I don’t love you… ew.” She lies, which only makes him tighten his hold on her. 

“Keep telling yourself that, Buckley.”

Her sniffles are loud, her knuckles turn white from how tightly she holds onto him. You can practically feel her regret and her fear. She thought she lost him and she was ready to let go if that’s what he’d asked of her. 

But you would never be able to live with yourself if he lost her, and all because of you. 

You decide to give them a moment, you glance at Eddie and nod your head towards the direction of his kitchen. He gives you a nod and starts making his way out of the living room, with one last glance at the two best friends, you follow him. 

But a gentle hand stops you from leaving and you halt in your tracks when you look down to find Robin clutching your hand tightly, pulling you back. You furrow your brows and raise your head to look at her apologetic face, the tears still wet on her cheeks, her eyes puffy and filled with sadness. She pushes away from Steve and takes a step forward. 

“Can we talk?” She asks and begs with her eyes, “please…”

Steve looks between you both, giving you an encouraging nod when you look into his eyes. 

You breathe in deeply and nod slowly, “okay…”

Eddie looks between you both from the doorway, now gesturing to Steve to follow him so you two can talk because he can see that Robin wants to be alone with you. Steve pats Robin’s back and gives your temple a soft kiss before he leaves, though hesitating when he sees how uncomfortable you both still look. 

“C’mon,” Eddie murmurs to him. 

“Yeah…” Steve sighs. 

The tension returns once you and Robin are left alone in the room. She wipes her tears before she looks into your eyes again, her cheeks are red, whether from all the tears she shed or the fear in her, you don’t know. 

You wait patiently, not pushing her to talk, you wait until she is ready. 

She starts with your name, speaking softly, “I’m so sorry… I-I was so horrible to you… and you never deserved it. It was never my intention to hurt you. If I would’ve known about your feelings, I would have never done this, I would have never said such… ugly things,” she says, scrunching her face up as she thinks back to the day. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, I haven’t– I haven’t treated you kindly… Maybe if I would’ve paid more attention to you–”

“You didn’t have to,” you shrug, cutting her off, “Steve comes first to you, Robin, I understand that.”

She nods her head but the guilt in her eyes remains. 

“Yeah… I just… I would do anything to keep Dingus safe, I didn’t want to see him hurt anymore, not because of others.” She sighs and looks down, finally letting go of your hand. “But I could’ve approached it all differently, I-I never meant those things I said to you, I never meant to judge… I was angry– and that doesn’t excuse shit but… I’m just… I’m sorry.”

You nod, though the hurt is still deep. 

Whether she meant it or not, she cut you deeply in that moment. 

“I would’ve done the same for Eddie, but I can’t say that I wouldn’t have looked at the other person. I wouldn’t have stepped on someone else’s feelings… not without knowing them.” 

She looks back up at you, the fear still evident in your features, it almost makes you, yourself feel guilty when you speak your next words. 

“... I don’t forgive you, Robin.”

Her shoulders slump, her blue eyes widen and well up with fresh tears, the hurt and the shock are written all over her face. She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out. She looks like she is ready to beg as her big eyes stare into yours. 

“But we can start over.”

She blinks a few times, staring at you like she is frozen in place and then, relief washes over her features and she lets out a deep sigh. 

“Really?” She asks as her eyes soften. 

“Yeah, really,” you whisper and give her a soft smile. “You hurt me but I really like you and I don’t want to lose another friend.” 

Her next move is sudden and you nearly lose your balance when she throws her arms around you and hugs you tightly, pulling you into her embrace as she begins to whisper apologies into your ear followed by promises to never hurt you again. 

You wrap your arms around her too and hug her back just as tightly. 

“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing your arms. 

Only now as you stand here in the middle of your best friend’s living room, in her embrace, do you realize just how much you missed her friendship, her kind presence in your life, how much you despised her cold shoulder because you just missed her, how much it hurt to receive that treatment from her. 

“Vickie got mad at me because of the way I treated you and now she is not talking to me… I guess I deserve that.” 

A frown makes its way on your face, you pull back from the hug, feeling a little surprised to hear that the redhead came to your defense. You get along with Vickie but you aren’t exactly close. 

You place your hand on her shoulder and look into her guilty eyes, “she didn’t break up with you though, did she?” 

She shakes her head quickly, eyes widening at your question. 

“Then it’s gonna be okay, we’re okay,” you point between you and her, “you and her will be too. Besides, that girl is like… head over heels gone for you. It’s written all over her face, she can’t even look away from you.” 

A blush creeps up to her cheeks, her lips twitch and curl into a smile as her blue eyes light up, she looks down and breathes in shakily, staying quiet for a moment before curiosity takes over her features and she raises her head again. 

“Like you couldn’t look away from Steve all these years?” 

Now it’s your turn to blush and hide your face from her. 

“Yeah…”

“I wish I knew…” Robin whispers, in guilt and in regret. When she found out about your feelings, she was taken back to all the times Steve had hurt you with harsh words, the pained look in your eyes, the wetness in them and the hurt in your expression suddenly made sense. If he were anyone else, you wouldn’t have been touched in the slightest but it was him, Steve, the guy you had fallen in love with long before she even befriended him. The guy who disliked you to the point of throwing vile words at you, even after you risked your life and jumped into unknown waters just to save his life. The guy you watched fall for his ex-girlfriend again, the same girl that hurt him and broke his heart, the same one that broke his heart for a second time. 

Only when it was too late, when the damage was down, did she realize just how much you loved him. She was so blind to the way you looked at him because she was so focused on protecting him, if she had looked closer, just for a single second, none of this would have happened. 

“It’s okay, Robin. We can move past this now.”

She nods with a small smile, a sad one. 

“He really hurt you didn’t he?” Robin mumbles, now knowing how much you suffered, all these years, all because of your feelings for someone who didn’t reciprocate them until now. 

It doesn’t matter anymore, the past has slipped away. 

“He made up for it.” 

“Yeah,” she breathes, and looks into the hallway, you both can hear their voices coming from the kitchen, the sound of a beer bottle opening. A smile appears on her face and she looks back at you, “did you watch him run around in his stupidly short gym shorts during PE?” 

A snort escapes you and you slap her shoulder, rolling your eyes when your cheeks heat up at her question. 

You did. And you enjoyed every second of it. 

“Stop.”

A giggle falls from her lips and she pinches your side, “you so did!” 

You push her hand away with a laugh and take a step back, starting to make your way out of the living room with her hot on your heels, her teasing voice following you into the kitchen where Steve and Eddie sit around the table, with drinks in their hands and looks of surprises when you and Robin walk in giggling. 

Steve’s shoulders slump in relief when he sees your frowns replaced with smiles, the relaxed look he missed on your face back again, the heaviness gone in his best friend’s eyes. 

Eddie gets up with a smile and walks towards his fridge to get two more beers out for you and Robin. 

Steve pulls back the chair beside him, beckoning you over to him with a gentle smile. You get comfortable next to your boyfriend and lean your head on his shoulder, smiling at the kiss he greets you with. 

Robin takes the seat beside Eddie, nodding at him with a smile, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulder. 

Everything is okay again. 

Steve and Eddie can talk to each other again, with no tension, no awkwardness. They can joke around and laugh with one another again. 

And you can open up more about your feelings for Steve to Robin, about the ones she never knew of until a few days ago. 

You even show her pictures of your parents, the ones that are always tucked into the little pocket in your burgundy wallet. 

Yeah, it’s all okay again. It for sure isn’t perfect, not yet but it will be. 

-

A warm, adoring smile rests on his happy features, his hazel eyes are glowing with love, hands itching to touch your exposed skin that is kissed by the golden sun rays shining into your room. Steve is leaning against the doorframe, fixing the cuffs on his white button down as he admires the way you look in your beautiful black dress. 

Your hair falls down your exposed back in waves, glittery hair pins adorning them. The silky material clings to your curves, hugging your body perfectly, like it was made just for you. Your pink heels, the ones you have told him about weeks ago, are high, very high, he will probably have to carry you back into the house because your feet will hurt by the end of the night, but he doesn’t mind, he looks forward to it. 

Your perfume lingers in your room, your skin is glowing from the moisturizer he put on your skin after your shower together. You’re wearing pretty earrings and a bracelet, your ring finger is bare, for now. 

Steve slips his hand into his pocket, his heart skips a beat when he touches the cold item that he kept in the drawer of his bedside table for the past few weeks. 

With excitement bubbling inside of him, he makes his way over to you, the floorboards creak beneath his feet, the smile never leaving his face. Your eyes meet his through the large mirror you stand in front of, your own lips curl into a smile as well when you look at him, you tuck the lipstick you just used into the little purse you picked out for this outfit and put it down on your table. 

“Hi, handsome,” you whisper, going to turn around to face him and admire him in his getup but he stops you with the touch of his hand on your waist, he keeps you in place. 

“Hey my beautiful girl,” he murmurs and leans down to press his lips against your shoulder, kissing you softly. “You look so gorgeous, this dress was made for you, darling.” 

You fall back against him, melting into his arms and embracing all the butterflies that go crazy inside of you. 

He looks at you like you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, and it makes you weak in the knees. 

“Thank you, Stevie.” You whisper and take his hand in yours, bringing it up to your lips, you kiss his knuckles and close your eyes when you lean back into his chest again. He presses his lips back to your shoulder. 

“You smell so good,” he murmurs against your skin, “like a goddess.” 

A giggle falls from your mouth, your stomach flutters when his hands move up your body, his minty breath ghosting against your skin. The sudden coldness around your neck makes you gasp. Your eyes widen when you open them, the warmth inside of you melting even further, your heart soars in your chest as you stare at the chain around your neck, the little pendant, the dainty, silver star with the glittery crystal in the middle catching your eye just like it did that day you saw it at the jewelry store. Your lips part the longer you stare at it, your eyes softening and shining with adoration. 

You went back for this necklace, only a few days after you had first seen it but it was gone. You envied whoever had gotten their hands on it first, you never would've guessed that it was him, he got it, he got it for you, back then. 

You bring your hand up, touching the pendant with softness in your eyes and in your touch, emotions crawl up inside your body, pushing at your eyes and turning them glassy, you look at him through the mirror, staring at the smile on his lips, at the love in his eyes. 

“You… You bought it?”

He nods sheepishly, whispering a small ‘yes’. 

His hands return to your waist when you turn around to face him. 

“You mentioned it that one night when we talked on the phone, I got it the next day.” He explains with all the giddiness in him. 

You blink. 

Feeling stunned by his words and by his actions, you can only stare into your boyfriend’s warm eyes. You remember telling him this before your feelings were known… when that spark of hope was dwindling inside your chest. 

“I knew it was this one,” he explains and glances down at the necklace, “well, I had a feeling it was, besides you love stars and shiny things, so I–”

You cup his cheeks and cut him off with your lips, kissing him deeply and softly, with all your love and all your adoration, messing up your freshly applied lipstick in the process but you couldn’t care less at this moment. Your heart is beating strongly, the hotness in your body consuming you fully. 

Steve melts into your touch, into your kiss, he slides his hand down to your lower back, touching your exposed back and pulling you tightly against him as he happily reciprocates the kiss, smiling into it, loving every second of it. 

“I love you,” you whisper, softly. “I love you so much, Steve Harrington.” 

He tilts your chin up with his fingers, pecking your rosy lips once more after he whispers your name, “I love you so much more.”

You still need time to get used to it all, to get used to his I love you’s, to the softness in his eyes. It all still feels so surreal – just like it does to him. Steve feels like he is the luckiest man in the world, in the whole universe. 

You pout at him so cutely, it makes him want to drop to his knees before you. 

“No, I–”

He cuts you off this time, pressing his lips back to yours and stealing your breath away with a strong kiss, one that makes you moan and squirm in his arms. Heat builds up in you as you grow weaker for your man. You are forced to fight the urge to grab at slicked back hair, mess up this masterpiece he had spent so much time on. You love the look of it, of him in a suit but you can’t wait to rip his clothes off and mess up his hair, later in the night. 

“S-Steve,” you whimper when he trails down kisses to your neck, breathing in your sweet perfume. 

A lazy smile appears on your lips, “w-we have to…” Another moan escapes you, cutting you off when he kisses that one spot that makes you scrunch your brows together. His strong hands bunch up the material of your dress, he breathes heavily against you, humming in delight as he praises your beauty. 

“S-Stevie… we have to… we’re gonna be late,” you whimper and grab at his biceps, not making much effort to push him away though. 

His hands roam your body, grabbing at your butt, feeling the hunger in him rising. 

“C-Come on, baby.” You whisper as your eyelashes flutter, “w-we can… we can use the backseat of your car later…”

He pulls away with a smirk on his face, squeezing your butt once again, he wiggles his eyebrows at you, “what, in the church parking lot?” 

You slap his shoulder playfully and shake your head at him, which prompts him to just pull you tighter against him. 

“They’re not even getting married there,” you chuckle. 

“No?” He asks as he leans in again, going straight back to your neck, making you hum in delight. He smacks his lips against your skin, repeatedly, not getting enough of you. 

“N-No, just at the… Steve…!” 

With a chuckle he finally pulls away but not without pecking your lips first, getting all the gloss on his own. 

“Okay, okay,” he murmurs as he squeezes your waist, “will you help me put this on?” He reaches for the bow tie on the little table you had kept all your makeup on. 

You take it from his hand right away, nodding happily. 

He leans down, giving you more access to his neck when you reach your hands behind him to place the tie under the collars of his button down. Your stomach flutters yet again when you breathe in his cologne. 

You fix the bow on the front, trying not to smile when you feel him staring at your face. A smile graced his lips. 

“Steve…” You whisper, blushing. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“You’re making me nervous.” 

He smirks at your words, adoring the look on your face, “I’m just admiring my gorgeous girl, you truly look like a goddess, especially in this dress.” 

“And you look really handsome in your suit and tie, Stevie.” You lean closer to him, pressing your lips to his ear, “really sexy too.” 

His smirk widens, his hands dip lower on your body again as your own move down his chest as your hungry eyes meet one another’s and your bodies instinctively move closer and closer. 

It’s safe to say that you don’t make it out of your house in time but with good reason and under good disguise — Lego Head picking up Blondie for a wedding? Who thought that it would’ve been a good idea? 

When Steve parks his BMW in the parking lot of the beautiful venue that Joyce had picked out, you share a look with each other when your friends catch sight of you both. They’re all standing around Eddie’s car, in their gowns and suits. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab the handle of the car door. 

“Ready for the show, Lego Head?” You smirk. 

A chuckle leaves his lips, he has to fight the urge to kiss you right here and in front of all your friends. 

“So ready.” 

You wink at him before you turn your back to him, opening the door when he stops you with his hand on your thigh. You look down and then back at him over your shoulder.

“I love you.”

Your eyes soften, you crave his soft lips on your own so badly.

“I love you too, Steve.”

Your heels barely hit the ground before Max and El come rushing over to you, excitedly, gushing over your dress and how pretty you look. 

Steve has to bite his tongue at that moment, fighting the urge to agree with them and tell them how gorgeous his girl is. 

“Took you long enough!” Dustin says, throwing his hands up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve murmurs, shrugging as he points at you, “don’t blame me, Blondie didn’t know what shoes to pick.”

Nancy furrows her brows at his words, an amused smile making its way on her face as she eyes the pink heels you have picked out weeks ago, already. 

“Hey, don’t blame me, Lego Head. You showed up too late cause you took forever with your hair.” 

Eddie and Robin share a look of confusion. 

“Funny you show up late together,” Lucas grins, wiggling his brows at the both of you. 

Will snickers beside him, shaking his head at his friend. 

You stop beside Steve and he nearly gives you away already when he lifts his arm to wrap it around you, stopping midway and playing it off by fixing the sleeves of his jacket but someone had caught him already. 

Argyle whistles at you, making Jonathan chuckle, “you look so gorgeous, chica. Save me a dance, will you?” 

Steve takes a step closer to you, something that makes both you and Eddie share an amused glance, the metalhead speaking softly to you. 

“Save me one too, sweetheart,” he winks at you and then looks at Steve smugly, who only shakes his head at him in response, at his teasing. 

Dustin smirks at Eddie and wiggles his brows, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. 

Nancy, who is standing next to Will, eyes Steve’s face, watching the way he rolls his eyes at the curly haired teenager as he takes a step closer to you. A small chuckle escapes her mouth, something that makes Will smile to himself. 

“I think Blondie and Steve should dance!” El beams at the two of you, loving to use the nickname he gave you. She looks between the two of you with a huge smile on her face. 

“Me and Lego Head?” You snort, acting like you aren’t dying for him to lead you to the dance floor and drop this act once and for all. 

“Yeah,” Steve snorts, mimicking you. He doesn’t look as serious as you do, he struggles to. “She’s probably gonna step all over my feet.”

Eddie can see the lovesick look in his eyes, the way Steve struggles to hide his smile, the way he has to restrain himself from pulling you into his arms. Oh, he is gone. He can’t understand how he hadn’t seen it before. 

“Yeah, I wore them just for you, Stevie.”

Your eyes lock and for a moment, everything around you disappears, it’s just the two of you. Your smiles spread and your eyes shine for one another. 

The tension between you a different than ever before. 

But it still goes unnoticed by most. 

During the ceremony, you sit between your boyfriend and your best friend. You are unaware of Dustin’s and Lucas’s snickers when they keep glancing your way. You hold Steve’s hand, the whole time. A few tears escape your eyes when Hopper speaks his vows, when he openly shows his love to his pretty bride. 

And in that moment, Steve holds your hand tighter than before, he plays with your ring finger, thinking about one thing only as he stares at the two people on the altar, exchanging their rings and kissing one another with nothing but love. 

A soft smile graces his lips when he looks at you. He can’t wait to be the one putting a ring on your finger. He can’t wait for his future with you. 

The evening goes by in a blur, you laugh with your friends, and share drinks, laugh at all the speeches spoken, cry at the ones from Will and Jonathan when they show their appreciation and love for their mom and the man who promised to take care of his family. 

You hold Steve’s hand beneath the table, play with his fingers and sneak glances and smiles at him. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear when no one is looking but you both get tired of putting on this show.

A very tipsy Hopper makes his way to your table, he stops behind your and Steve’s chair and greets you two with a big smile before he looks around the round table. 

“Are you here to take a few shots with me, Chief?” Eddie grins at him, already holding up the vodka bottle. 

Hopper waves at him, “your uncle’s sitting over there, young man.” 

Eddie snorts and follows to where the older man is pointing at, his uncle is sitting next to his girlfriend, smiling at her. 

“Mr. Munson is preoccupied,” Argyle chuckles and nudges his chin at Wayne who is now pulling Susan on the dance floor. 

Hopper nods and looks around the table before he directs his glance at you and Steve, “how come I have seen everyone on the dance floor but the two of you?”

Steve chuckles and shrugs. 

“Yeah, Steve, why didn’t you ask her to dance with you yet?” Lucas grins, wiggling his brows to which Max only giggles. 

“Yeah, be a gentleman and take the lady for a dance,” Robin smirks at her best friend. 

Hopper grabs Steve’s shoulder, pulling him up, “come on, boy.” 

You giggle at the older man, staring at the teasing grin on his face as he forces your boyfriend to stand up. Steve straightens his back and looks down at you with a grin, he’s been waiting for this moment, all night, to take your hand and lead you to the dance floor. 

Hopper pats him on the back, fixing Steve’s collar as he grins at him, “go on, ask her.”

You and Steve are both very well aware of all the eyes on you, of the teasing glances from the friends who know and the ones who don’t but neither of you care, not anymore. 

Steve clears his throat and offers his hand to you, “would you like to dance with me?” He asks softly and looks into your eyes with love. 

Your eyes run up and down his body, your lips curling into a happy smile. You place your hand in his, “I would love to.”

You let him pull you up, let him place his hand on your lower back, you let him lead you away from the table your friends sit around and you follow him onto the dance floor. 

“Took you long enough, Steve,” you tease him and shoot Hopper a smile as he passes by, making his way back to his now wife. 

Steve wraps his arm around your waist, not caring to hide any longer, he pulls you closer against him, he smiles down at you, “mhm, gonna show everyone whose girl you are.” He says rather possessively. 

Your stomach flutters with butterflies, your eyes lighten up but your lips curl into a teasing smile, “is that jealousy I hear in your voice, Stevie?” 

“What if it is?” 

“Then I’ll tell you that there is no reason for you to feel that ever, I’m all yours.” 

Steve pulls you into the middle of the dance floor, lifting your hand and twirling you around before he pulls you against his chest, making you giggle. 

“That’s right,” Steve murmurs and envelops your body in his, stepping out of hiding, showing everyone that this is more than just a friendly dance, that you and him are more to each other than anyone thinks, that you are his and he is yours, “my girl.” 

There beneath the dim string lights, surrounded by a love song neither of you pay attention to, because in this moment, nothing around you exists, nothing but you and him. You look at each other happily, adoringly. 

“My boy,” you whisper and take another step closer, pressing your chest to his, gripping his hand tighter, melting into his touch as his palm lies on the small of your back. 

His eyes swim with love, lighting up at your words, his heart goes crazy in his chest. 

“I’m all yours,” he whispers and leans in closer, blood rushes to his cheeks, his lips curl into a soft smile. Steve nuzzles his nose against yours, coming closer and closer. Every wish of his, every craving from these past few months with you, finally come to life. 

Steve can hold you, he can pull you closer, he can gaze at you with starry eyes, he can kiss and love you openly. He can do this now. Pressing his lips to yours, he kisses you deeply, softly, passionately. He cradles your cheeks and shows the world that you belong to each other and his heart screams in joy at that — just like yours does, your heart soars, everything in you screams out of happiness. 

Your eyes are closed, your arms now wrapped around his neck as your hand gets lost in his hair, no longer caring about not messing it up. You feel him smiling into the kiss and you can’t help but do the same. 

Eddie and Robin watch you both with smiles on their faces, happy for their best friends. 

Mike is rambling into Lucas’s ear about how much basketball sucks, that he should drop it and just focus on DnD again. The teenage boy only rolls his eyes in response, turning away from his friend, he opens his mouth to ask Max for a dance when the sight before him makes him freeze. His brown eyes widen and his jaw drops. Feeling as though his eyes betray them, he rubs them. You and Steve are in each other’s arms, swaying to the music with your lips locked. 

Lucas leans over his girlfriend, slapping Dustin’s shoulder, “dude… dude!” He says for a second time, loudly enough for everyone at the table to stop their conversations and look at him. 

Dustin frowns at him, shrugging, “what—“ He pauses and follows to what Lucas is pointing at, his own eyes widen and he nearly bolts from his chair when he sees the two of you kissing, “what!?” He shrieks, making El cup her hands over her ears. 

Dustin stares at you and Steve in disbelief. 

“But…” He mumbles and slowly turns to Eddie, pointing between you and him. 

Everyone looks at the two of you now, Jonathan’s eyes are wide, just like Argyle’s are, though there’s a hint of something else in his eyes as he tilts his head at the both of you. 

A warm smile lingers on Nancy’s face, she knew it already, she knew it this whole time, she saw the way you looked at him, the way he looked at you, the way he never looked at her. She is happy for him, he finally found his person and she is happy for you, that you found someone who will cherish you and give you the love he always wanted to give, the love that you deserve. 

El is admiring the two of you, silently. 

Max and Will share looks with each other and smile. 

“But I thought… What the hell? Are they drunk?” Dustin asks Eddie.

“Nope.”

“Then why are they…?”

Eddie grins at the curly haired boy, slapping his hand on his shoulder, “they’re dating.”

Dustin shakes his head, furrowing his brows, “no she is not, she is dating you.” 

Lucas slaps his hand over his head, “you’re a fucking idiot.”

“She is my best friend!” Eddie laughs loudly, “besides, I have a girlfriend, you met her!” 

Dustin rubs his head, glaring at Lucas who is now grinning as he watches you two. 

“I thought it was a bluff!”

Lucas points at you, “she is literally kissing Steve right now!” 

Will clears his throat and leans forward, “yeah, and she’s been kissing Steve for a while now.”

Everyone snaps their heads at Will, everyone except for Max.

Eddie’s brown eyes flicker with confusion, he pulls his brows together and stares down at the boy, “what did you just say?” 

“It was around like… before the fourth of july, right?” Will asks, glancing at Max, who nods with a smirk on her face.  

“Oh yeah, that sounds about right.” 

Robin nods at Eddie, pursing her lips, “fourteen year olds are more perceptive than us, Munson.” 

Everyone gapes at them, especially Lucas who squints his eyes at his girlfriend, “you knew this whole time and you didn’t tell me!?” He throws his hands up, “I was the one who wanted them together!” He says dramatically. 

Argyle slaps Jonathan’s chest, eyes widening, as he finally remembers, “I told you I saw him grab her ass!” 

Jonathan’s frown slips from his face and he straightens his back, “and I told you I saw her kiss him!” 

Argyle slumps back in his chair, mumbling quietly, “and that one time they walked out of the bathroom together.” 

Nancy, who is stunned at her boyfriend and his best friend's words, turns to face them both, “and you never said anything!?” 

Jonathan throws his hands up in surrender, “we were high as a kite! We might’ve been hallucinating for all we knew! I mean they hated each other!” 

Will chuckles at his brother, “you didn’t have to be high to catch these two, they always held hands and kissed when they thought no one was watching.”

Mike turns to face his best friend, he hasn’t given any reactions yet, not until now. 

“And now you didn’t say anything?” 

Will shrugs at him, “didn’t you hear the part when I said ‘they thought no one was watching’? They were clearly keeping it a secret.” 

Your giggle tears everyone’s attention away from Will. Steve is now twirling you around as the love song ended and an upbeat song took over. Your smile is wide, just like his. He’s laughing with you, staring at you like you are the only girl in the world. You are clinging to one another, dancing like it’s only you and him in this world, not caring about anyone around you, not minding the prying eyes or the curious looks. 

Lucas is grinning, though still confused about how it all went by him, how he never noticed a single thing but he is happy to see you two together. 

Eddie and Robin are smiling too, well, everyone is smiling. 

“Come on,” Lucas stands up, pushing his chair back and bowing down before his girlfriend as he offers his hand out to her, “let’s dance.” 

Max bites back her smile, hiding her blushing cheeks behind her hair, she takes his hand and gets up, smoothing down her gown. 

Eddie watches as the teens join you both on the dancefloor and he looks over at Robin, nudging her shoulder, “wanna join them?” 

Robin raises her eyebrows at him, glancing over at the four of you, “sure, let’s go,” she shrugs and gets up, passing by Dustin, she ruffles his curls, “come on, Dusty, you’re coming with us.” 

When the metalhead comes up beside you, he steals Max away from Lucas, chuckling at the offended look on his face, “sorry, gotta dance with my sis for a while, Sinclair!”

And as everyone joins the dance floor, the girls try to snatch you away for details, while the guys try to ask Steve what the hell happened, you don’t let anybody rip your hands apart. 

Long months, nights, days, hours and minutes, hidden in the shadows away from everyone else. Hiding from one another even, not showing your true feelings. You both don’t want to hide any longer. You both want to remain open, and for everyone to see and to know. To talk about. You both want people to envy your love, as well as want it. That’s how strong it is.

Soft whispers of I love you’s are shared, every time your mouth grazes his ear, or he comes closer to press his forehead to yours. It was the perfect night, yet, you weren’t afraid of the end of it. You two will see each other the next day, and the next, and the next… the moment will never be over.

So when the both of you are sitting on your kitchen table, your feet in a bucket full of ice water, both drunk out of your minds but still laughing while eating McDonald’s, and he watches you eat lazily, with adoring eyes and a look of love on his face, he takes your hand and whispers–

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

♡

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[notsopersonalcharlie]

My Belle

Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader fluff

Bucky is part owner of a mechanic shop and bar, but his girlfriend is the one who rakes in the big bucks, so who's to judge him (his friends) if he's just a little (very) whipped for her.

Notes: Based on this post and this post! In my own personal headcannon readers name is Noelle, which explains the nickname bell(e) lol. There will CERTAINLY be more installments of this story. Gif isn't mine

You muttered under your breath as you pulled your work shoes off your stockinged feet. There were runs at the toes because you were too lazy last night to cut your toenails. Too lazy and distracted by a certain biker coming home. The same biker who was waiting outside, who had kindly turned off the idling engine, but still waited on the sidewalk patiently holding an extra helmet. 

Bucky looked down at his phone. The Howling Commando group chat was blowing up about some sports game and Bucky turned the notifications off before making sure you hadn’t messaged. You hadn’t. He checked your location, you were inside the building in front of him. He checked the texts again and then put his phone in his pocket. Staring at it won’t help, is what you would say. What did you know? Everything, Bucky thought to himself. Sam would have laughed in his face if he could hear the inner monologue.

“See ya monday!” Your team's receptionist called. 

“Not a moment sooner!” You quipped back over your shoulder as you pushed open the glass double doors. All six feet and a bit of your biker were waiting on the sidewalk, tattoos peeking out at the neck and along the wrists speaking of one of your favorite features of his.

“Hi Buck!” He looked up and a grin split his usually stoic face. 

“There’s my girl.” Two long strides and you were wrapped up in his arms, a warm kiss pressed hard to your lips. Bucky spun you in a circle.

“I missed you, belle.” 

“I missed you too, Buck.” Anyone would have thought you hadn’t seen each other in days, but Bucky had stopped by only a few hours before to drop off your lunch.

“You’re not getting on the bike like that, honey.” You rolled your eyes, setting down your bags. 

“I know, I forgot to grab my overpants this morning. Do you have extras?” Of course he did, you knew that, but it was the sweet pout and big eyes just for him. You knew he loved to take care of you, so if you “forgot” the pants, maybe it was just because he liked to know he was always prepared. 

“Of course I do.” He waited as you slid the cargo looking pants up over your work bottoms. He stored your bags away as you did, and then sat down on the bike, making sure your helmet, the black one with muted flowers sprouting along the edges that he bought especially for you, was secure on your head.

You slid onto the bike behind Bucky, taking a deep breath of the mechanics grease and sweat smell that always seemed to live on his biking jacket, before snapping your visor shut. Bucky couldn’t help the way his heart leapt a little like always when you wrapped his arms around his middle and rested the chin of your helmet against the middle of his back. Two squeezes to check that you was ready or okay, two back to tell him you was good to go. Three squeezes to say I love you, four back to say I love you too. 

Bucky started the bike and took off back toward the little house they shared just two blocks down from the Howling Commando. You watched the scenery passively, relying on Bucky’s expert riding to get you home safe. You was so glad it was the weekend. Work had been busy, all week you had found yourself calling Bucky, letting him know that you had to stay late, that you would call a rideshare home so he didn’t have to come. Of course every night by the time you were ready to go, Bucky was sitting outside, leaning against his bike. The only day he wasn’t, it was because he had to drive a few towns over that afternoon to pick up a special part for your car.

Instead Steve had been waiting with his own motorcycle, grinning ear to ear as he recited precisely the text Bucky had sent to make sure you was dressed properly and your helmet was on correctly. 

“You know he has never, since childhood, through the service, after, never once, acting like this with a girl.” You just rolled your eyes, followed the instructions as you always did, and sat on the back of Steve’s bike and let him drop you off right in front of the white picket fence Bucky had insisted he would build when you first moved in. 

“You there, belle?” You blinked and found that they had already gotten home. 

“Yeah, just... thinking.” You slid off the bike, gravel driveway crunching under your feet. Bucky pulled your helmet off your head and his blue eyes were intent on your expression, his adorable little pout on his lips.

“What’s up?” You took the helmet from his hands, setting it on the bike before pulling his gloves off his fingers and then intertwining your fingers together. 

“I love our life, Buck.”

“I love our life too.” He looked worried, the little crease between his eyebrows so endearing as always. You lifted one hand to rub your thumb to the spot, eliciting a smile from him. 

“That’s all, baby. I want to spend every day of my life with you.” The grin grew, and you found yourself lifted in the air again, and seated back on the bike. His sweet demeanor towards you and his friends made it easy to forget that Bucky was six feet tall and made entirely of muscle, even if he had built up a healthy bit of relationship chub since you started dating. Bucky kissed you, soft in the dying light of the evening. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you too, belle.” You stood like that for a long while, till the glow of the sun was barely left in the sky and the automatic yard lights had turned on. 

“What do you want to do tonight?” Bucky asked. Sweet, as always, but it was the same thing you did every night. 

“I can get changed and we can head over to the bar.” And as always, “Only if you want, honey.” 

Bucky put your things away, dirty lunch containers in the dishwasher and bag beside your desk in the living room, while you got dressed. It felt like it was a fresh start to life when you pulled on comfy jeans and one of the well worn and soft shop t-shirts. You grabbed a sweatshirt, and then paused and got another one for Bucky, before heading back into the kitchen where Bucky was looking at his phone. 

“Howling Commando, huh?” Bucky joked. You nodded with a grin, tossing him one of his gray Army sweatshirts. 

“Only if you'll let me be one."

"You're already an honorary member," Bucky responded, pressing a kiss to your temple. You walked down the road less than a half mile hand in hand. The bar must have been getting busy on a Friday night, because you hadn’t even made it within view before you could hear the rowdy sounds of your friends and regulars. The front patio was full of folks, some spilling over into the front driveway of the shop. 

“Oh! Can I check on my baby?” You asked, popping up on your toes to try to look into the tinted glass of the garage doors. 

“I thought I was your baby!” 

“She was my baby first,” you shot back, already heading for the side door between the bar and shop. Bucky tossed the keys to you. 

“Do you want your usual?” He was already headed toward the front door of the bar. 

“Mmm, how about whatever cocktail special Sam is whipping up today?” He nodded and you unlocked the door, pushing into the dark mechanics shop. The side door led right into the garage, as opposed to the neat front office, or at least Yelena liked to keep it neat, and you fumbled in the dark momentarily to find the lights. They were slow to warm up, but you started toward where your car had been sitting for a few weeks, inoperable while Bucky painstakingly replaced every piece of the engine to make sure it was as safe as possible for his girl. 

Bucky walked in the front of the bar after saying hello to a handful of regulars and service buddies who still stopped by. Steve was leaning against the front of the bar, and clapped him on the back when he sidled up beside him. 

“Where’s your better half?” 

“Checking on her baby,” Bucky waved for Sam’s attention, “Where’s Nat?” 

“Trying to get her to take a break.” Yelena scoffed from where she was sitting on a stool on the other side of Steve. 

“As if you could ever make her do that.” 

“I said trying to,” Steve shot back as Sam walked over. 

“Where’s your belle?” Bucky scowled at his friend. 

“Wants whatever cocktail concoction you’re making. I’ll take the usual.” 

The custom painted powder blue vintage Mini Cooper was more assembled than it had been when you checked in on it a few days ago, and as you got closer you could see that it was almost done, a few pieces were still sitting on Bucky’s workbench. 

A slightly Russian accented call of your name identified it as one of the two Romanoff sisters, one who ran the front of the shop and the other the front of the bar. 

“Yeah, I’m back here.” 

“I figured.” Natasha appeared from the other side of a Cadillac SUV. 

“She’s almost done!” You grinned. 

“I heard. The guys put me on break and when I was refusing, Bucky said I should come make sure you didn’t linger too long.” You laughed. 

“He hates when I mess with his work.”

“Then maybe you should come let him mess with your make up,” Natasha suggested. 

“Are you flirting with me for Bucky?” you asked incredulously. The redhead laughed as you followed her out the side door, locking it behind you before going into the bar from the front. Multiple of the regulars called out your names, offering waves and grins, and the cacophony doubled inside. 

“Finally! The better one! I have your drink right here!” Sam called. You smiled, taking the drink. 

“Thank you, kind sir.” The bar was reaching capacity, pool tables in the back already in full swing. The waiters were a constant blur, Howling Commando Bar shirts identifiable in the bustle from the star logo in white. 

“Buck said you had a long week at work,” Nat said, returning to her spot at the front of the bar waiting to intercept underaged looking patrons. 

“It was a busy one. We’re tr- Actually, you don’t really care and I don’t really want to talk about it. Where is Bucky?” You responded good naturedly, trying to spot the brunet in the crowd. 

“I think I can see Steve’s blond ass over there,” Sam said, pointing further into the bar. You took your drink and headed toward the general direction. Steve and Bucky were in the corner near the office, heads together. 

“Hey Steve!” Both men looked up, eyes wide, at your appearance, and quickly took half steps apart. 

“Not at all suspicious guys. Good thing you were special forces.” Steve smiled, and Bucky looked a little shy. 

“Buck keeps trying to hustle me in pool,” Steve responded, “I have fallen for that many many too many years in a row. Your turn to carry the burden.” He pushed into the crowd, leaving you beside Bucky. 

“What was that about?” 

“Just business stuff. How is the Sam special?” You eyed him as you took your first sip, pleasantly surprised by the lack of a remarkable burn on the back end of the taste.

“Better than the last one.” Bucky's hulking presence should have been stifling or claustrophobic, but instead it was comforting. You looked up into sincere blue eyes and he leaned down, pressing warm lips to yours. Your hands slipped up around his neck, holding your drink out so the condensation wouldn’t drip down the back of his shirt. Bucky’s arms were strong and warm and one hand palmed your ass before pulling away. Bucky’s hand found its way around your back as you looked across the bar.

“You know, you guys really did something,” you said, “I know I say it all the time. But it's just amazing.” Bucky and Steve had wanted to start something after they left the service and with their penchant for drinking and ability to fix nearly any mechanized vehicle a bar and mechanics shop made the most sense. Three members of their team, Tim Gabe and Percy, had moved on with their lives, even though they stopped by when they rolled through town. Sam, the Romanoff sisters, Tony, and a half dozen more had joined the family since the start, but there were still plaques honoring the fallen Commandos above the bar. 

“All we knew how to do.”

You spent the rest of the night drinking with regulars, Bucky beating them in pool and not taking money from them, and you running drinks and convincing one of the girls at the bar that Sam was actually sweet and coming by again couldn’t hurt. 

“If that’s what kinda wing woman I get when I make a good cocktail, I should really do it more often,” Sam joked when the group of women moved off. Bucky appeared over your shoulder, sliding his pint glass over to his friend who refilled it. 

“What’s that?” 

“Just trying to get Sammy a girlfriend, since he blew his shot with all our friends.” 

The bar was still in full swing when Bucky and you said your goodbyes, and if Bucky picked you up and carried you over his shoulder fireman style while you giggled the whole way home so they could get back a little faster, that was between the two of you.

Wonder what Bucky and Steve were talking about... Find out here right now!

[aerinaga]

my daddy p.

paige bueckers x reader

warnings: smut (eating out, slight bdsm)

note: in honor of the cake that says daddy p 😙 happy fathers day special

you and paige were on the way to her fathers house to celebrate fathers day.

you were going to celebrate fathers day with her side of the family, since your family was out of the country at the moment. paige’s family was always so outgoing, they never made you feel like you’re out of place.

you and paige were currently in the car, she looked beautiful as per usual. i mean, there wasn’t any day where she looked ugly. her right hand was on your inner thigh, rubbing it in small circles. gosh, that made you wet. you felt butterflies in your stomach.

you arrived at her house, greeting her dad.

“happy fathers day, bob!” you said. you gave him a fine bottle of white wine.

while they were preparing dinner, you and paige headed up to her old room. as soon as paige closed the door, she kissed you like it was the end of the world.

her hands went down to your waist, squeezing it. you let out a small moan, you could feel her smile against your lips. the both of you let go, breaths were heavy and echoing around the room.

“you look so beautiful, i can’t wait to have you later.”

“alright, daddy p.”

“daddy p?”

“yeah, MY daddy p.” you gave her a flirtatious smile, drawing small circles on her chest.

she smirked at you, she knew what was going down later.

the moment the both of you entered your apartment (which was thankfully soundproofed), she grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up the island table.

she didn’t waste anytime, she was aggressively kissing you down your neck. she was nibbling on every part of your skin, leaving little bite marks. you were hers. your soft moans were getting louder by the second, leading her to kiss you down in between your breasts, squeezing them from time to time just to hear you get louder.

she pulled down the zipper of your sundress, slipping you out of it and throwing your dress on the sofa, discarding your bra and underwear somewhere. she kissed up your lips, not minding the fact that you were a mess already. she just wanted you.

“lay on your stomach for me.”

you obliged, landing your stomach on the cold surface. you felt her rubbing her hand on your ass cheek. you didn’t exactly know what to expect. she landed a stingy slap on your ass. you moaned loudly, who knew you liked this?

“you’re such a slut for me baby, i want you to count for me okay?”

“yes, p.”

“thats not my name baby. what were you calling me earlier again? use that.”

“yes, daddy.”

“good girl.”

slap. “one”

slap. “two”

slap. “three”

slap. “four”

slap. “five” you were whimpering slightly, tears were forming up in your eyes.

“just a little more baby.”

slap. “six”

slap. “seven”

you were anticipating another slap, but instead, you were turned over by paige. she was smirking at you, engulfing you in another kiss.

“such a good girl for me, baby. because you’re such a good girl, i’ll give you a reward.”

she spread your legs wide open, kissing up your legs til she reaches your inner thighs. her kisses were so soft and delicate, eliciting a moan out of you.

her face was close to your pussy, you could feel her breathing. she placed a soft kiss on it, making you grab a handful of her hair. she grunted from the sudden pull on her hair, but she loved it.

she wasted no time licking up a stripe on your clit, circling her tongue on your pussy. she was always able to make you cum just by eating you out, it was insane. she bit your clit softly, making you jolt your legs in between her head.

she used her strength to pry it open wide, her muscles were being put to use.

there was always this spot on your pussy, it made your legs shake, it gets you close to cumming, makes you close your legs from the feeling of soreness, and especially makes your toes curl.

she was hitting that spot. oh gosh, it felt so fucking good. your legs were wrapping around her head, yet she wasn’t stopping at all. she doesn’t plan to.

“oh my god— p, daddy— i’m cumm- oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, daddy.”

the pressure of her tongue was going faster, making your legs shake violently. you exhaled loudly, feeling your release. she looked back up at you.

her nose was glistening with your cum on it. her lips were berry pink, eyes looking like they were in heaven.

you were pussy naked in front of her, legs were spread opened, shaking, your pussy was pink and puffed up.

paige loves this sight.

you swiftly sat up, grabbing her face and smashing your lips on hers. you wrapped your arms around her neck, wanting to be closer to her. you felt her wrap her arms around your legs, carrying you to the bedroom.

“you look like a mess, baby. but we’re not done yet.”

oh.

she held your arms up. using her other hand, she pried your legs open, wasting no time to rub your clit in slow motion. she pushed two fingers in, wasting no time to fuck you.

you were moaning louder by the minute. while she finger fucked you out, she kissed you down your breasts, nibbling on your nipple. she gave you love bites all over your chest, as if it was a blank canvas.

“you can handle three, right baby?”

“yes, daddy.”

she slid another finger in, but this time, she was pushing her fingers in and out of you as if there was no tomorrow.

you were screaming from pleasure at that point, the knot building up inside of you.

“who owns you hm?”

“you.”

“who?”

“you, daddy. you own me. i’m— oh fuck fuck fuck. feels so good, daddy.” you whimper under her.

you were squirming under her, you weren’t sure if you could last longer before you were about to cum again.

regardless, paiges fingers were moving faster by the second. you were moaning under her. your back was arching, your head was thrown back, eyes were meeting heaven.

paige looked at you like you were an angel.

the little scream you let out knew you were going to cum.

you felt the sheets being wet, you see paige looking down at your pussy. you squirted.

paige never looked so proud, her smug smirk displayed on her face. you never felt so embarrassed, you immediately covered your face with your hands.

“it’s alright baby, i’ll clean you up. after all, i am your daddy. right?”

“yes, you’re my daddy p.”

she chuckles and gives you a kiss before heading in to the bathroom to draw you a bath.

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。THE SAME — GOJO SATORU.

✩ — contents ⋮ fluff, gn! reader, established relationship, recent chapter spoilers, just gojo coming home and reuniting with you :(

when gojo comes home, everything is still the same.

that picture on the wall that’s too high for you to reach is still crooked, no matter how many times you’ve asked him to fix it. the pile of shoes you keep by the door is still there for him to step over, no matter how many times you swear you’ll clean it up. that blanket on the couch is still draped messily over the cushions, no matter how many times you both agree it should be folded. and that bowl of candy on the coffee table is still filled to the brim, no matter how many times you claim you won’t keep buying sweets if he finishes them too fast.

everything is still the same, like you’ve left it all there waiting for him, hoping he’ll come home. and just like always, the way you run up to him and greet him by the door is also still the same—even though right now, your eyes are a lot more teary than usual.

“oh,” you breathe, “oh, satoru,” you say gently, like saying his name too loud will make him disappear. he pushes his blindfold up to his forehead, meeting your eyes as he’s opening his arms for you to fall into. if his eyes are a little misty too, you choose not to mention it, and he’s grateful.

“i’m home, sweetheart,” he grins, plastering that easy grin on his face. “miss me? you didn’t replace me already, did you?”

your face is buried into his chest before he can finish speaking, tackling him into a tight hug. gojo wraps his arms around you tightly, grounds himself with the weight of your arms as you clutch his shirt. you still feel the same too, still feel like that familiar warmth in his arms that feels like holding the sun, that feels like he can get too close without burning.

it’s not hard to see that you’ve missed him.

it’s been nineteen days without gojo satoru. four hundred and fifty six hours. twenty seven thousand three hundred and sixty minutes. it’s a long, agonizing period of time—one that makes you realize how accustomed you are to gojo’s presence—even when he’s not always beside you.

you’ve missed his whiny voicemails to pick up his calls in the mornings as you try to get ready. you’ve missed the bathroom mirror he manages to get completely wet when he washes his face after shaving. you’ve missed the socks he always keeps laying around the bedroom floor. you’ve missed the coffee mug he leaves for you to wash before he leaves for the day. you’ve missed the empty gallon of milk he puts back into the fridge instead of throwing away.

it’s lonely, you realize, when there are no voicemails to delete, no mirrors to wipe, no socks to pick up, no mugs to wash, no milk cartons to throw away.

you’ve missed gojo—even in the ways you swore you never would, in the ways that are imperfect, but not hard to love.

“no one can replace you,” you say teasingly through sniffles, pretending you haven’t stained his shirt with a wet spot, “you’re the only person who could be this big of a headache.”

“i’m the only person who could be this handsome too,” he insists, squeezing you tighter.

“don’t know about that one.”

“c’mon, just look at me,” he whines, squeezing your hips with his hands. you’ve missed them, missed the way you fit in between them, missed the way they find your body for a touch, even if it’s quick. “i’m the cutest.”

you pull away enough to cup his cheeks, pressing your forehead to his as you scan over his face. you could count every lash, stare at every curve, relearn every inch of skin if you could. now that he’s here, you can.

“i’m looking,” you breathe, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he closes his eyes at the feel of your lips, at the sear of your love melting through the skin and into his bones.

“like what you see?” he hums, making you chuckle as you nod.

“i suppose,” you murmur. “did you come back to me in one piece?”

“just who do you think i am,” he pouts, “course i did.”

“got all your fingers?” you raise a brow.

he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together as he hums.

“all ten,” he confirms.

“both kidneys?”

“fully functioning,” he nods, making you grin.

“you seem to have both of your lanky old legs,” you chuckle, making him gasp a dramatic hey! “got all your toes?”

“you’ll have to pay me to see those,” he wriggles his brows, making you scoff as you swat at his shoulder.

and you’ve missed him like this too—in his laughter you feel through his chest, in his dramatic pout when you playfully smack his arm, in his finger he points to his cheeks for a kiss to feel better.

something tells you he’s missed you too, if the way he keeps his arms tight around you means anything.

because what is a god without his creations? and what is gojo satoru without the gentle love he’s built with you, created carefully between rough hands and the worn out knuckles? he holds you like you’re the answer to his prayers, like he’d kneel before you if you asked him to, like he’d rebuild the gates of heaven before your feet if it meant keeping you here in his arms for a bit longer.

gojo satoru is home. nineteen long days later, he’s home. he’s back in your apartment, the one with that crooked photo and pile of shoes at the front door, the one with the blanket on the couch to hold you under as he eats the candy you keep just for him on the coffee table.

he’s home, and he thinks he’ll never spend another night without you again.

“i missed you,” you say through a watery voice. he hums, wipes your tears with delicate thumbs that trace the lingering ache away.

“yeah? how about now, still miss me now?”

he smiles when you nod, kissing between your brows and swaying your body gently.

“always miss you,” you say with a teary pout. “don’t do that again.”

“i missed you too, sweetheart. don’t worry.”

“i love you,” you say, tasting the words on your tongue after so long.

and he lets his head fall to your shoulder as he hears them, lets out a shaky breath at the way they sound when you say them like that. like you missed him. like you need him. like you can’t lose him. like he’s all you have left. like he’s your past, present, future, and everything beyond that. like he’s yours in this life and the last, and always the one that comes next.

“love you too, sweetheart,” he says against your ear, kissing your skin gently, “i’m home.”

i love him painfully

[darlingofvalyria]

❝Uncle Aegon said you threatened muña— threatened!❞

[ Aegon amusingly reveals to your children how his brother actually met you. ]

[ 2,272 ] | aemond targaryen x dr. wife!reader, modern au!

contains— no warnings, just fluff, innuendo - children (you & aems have four kids hsdhjsdhs) - aemond being a dick the first time he met you!! but within reason ig??? - you're a doctor, hon, cos you're so smart - aegon being the fun, shit-stirrer uncle help - hospital? accident but no graphic depictions.

a/n— enjoy my first fic mwa ♡ comment, like & reblog at will!

Every weekend, you spend your days with your mother in law and the rest of the family. Family— to your husband — is very important. Spending it surrounded not just you and your kids, but his mother, his siblings, and the afternoon sun casting a glow over the family home that he grew up in, through hells and heavens, was everything to Aemond Targaryen.

A few times a year, Aemond forgets his family also included his older brother.

Because when the birds are chirping, the music of the trees swaying in the breeze are calming, and you are lying on top of him on the hammock, lazily swaying about as he relished in the feel of your body on top of his, your warmth engulfing his senses, and a book he placed gently on top of your back— of course Aegon Targaryen was going to be the reason his oldest child and teenage daughter, was going to come thundering in big steps and a huff, smacking her hands to her hips and glaring at her father.

"You lied to me, daddy!" she half roared as she stopped right in front of him. Her siblings, like little ducks, followed suit as they clamoured all over the hammock, giggling at their mother who woke up from her drowsy reverie, blowing raspberries at them before turning amusedly at their daughter, then to Aemond.

"What'd you lie about, hon?" you asked with sleepy mirth in your eyes.

"Apart from Santa and the Easter Bunny incident, I have no idea." He kissed the top of your nose, then sighed, as you rose and untangled yourself from him, picking up your youngest, Daegon, only about four years old, murmurs of asking about his day and did he enjoy having tea with his grandma.

He then turned to his eldest daughters, impatience and betrayal exuding from them in spades (he often enjoyed how much his daughters resembled him; not so much in fiery-licked rage), and he sighed again before he turned to Valera, his eldest. "Can you elaborate better, little dragon? As far as I can remember, I have not lied to you since you were six."

"You said you met mom through Auntie Hel, you lied," your third child and eldest boy, Rhaegar, said with a happy little giggle as he hid from his father into the dress of your skirt, clinging to your leg. Both of you froze, you with a slow, widening smile as you realised the kids knew.

Aemond on the other hand, wasn't as amused. In fact, his entire soul froze.

"Who—"

"Uncle Aegon said you threatened muña, threatened!" your second daughter, Rhaella, shouted, eyes bugged out in disbelief. Rhaegar giggled again, no doubt remembering the chaos that ensued once their uncle told the magnificent story without his permission as his sisters lost their mind.

"I—"

Valera, often sweet and admired her father fiercely (she had three years of being an only child before Rhaella was born, and Aemond did not hold back in spoiling her), started to have tears in her eyes as his heart squeezed at the sight.

"You lied, daddy, how could you?" There was devastation in her voice that mirrored Aemond's, a panic growing deep in the pit of his stomach while you tried to muffle your snickers behind your youngest's head.

He would have glared at you if he didn't feel like he was about to lose his mind, instead employing his best 'please help me i will literally do anything you want' wide eye, before you chuckled, shaking your head as you put down Daegon who immediately plopped down on the ground, yanking grass. Rhaegar followed, trying to find bugs; a habit he formed by hanging out with Auntie Helaena.

As you keep a mindful peripheral eye on your boys, you gathered your daughters to you, they immediately latched to your torso as if they weren't thirteen and ten respectively, sniffling and glaring at their father as he was made public enemy number one.

You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from bursting into laughter as his face sunk deeper into despair, standing up, unable to stay seated any longer, offering them open palms of mournful looks and piercing glares at the manor behind his girls where the reason for his current predicament was no doubt giggling like an idiot.

"My loves, tell me, what did Uncle Aegon actually tell you?" you ask soothingly, running your hands through their silver hair. They looked up at you mournfully, and you bit your lip harder as you realised they even looked like their father in this moment.

"H-he said," Rhaella sniffed. "That he was angry at you. At the hospital."

"And that he yelled at you!" Valera wailed, shooting his father a withering look that had Aemond sinking into himself before he shot his own withering look at the house again, murder in his eye.

"I did not yell at your mother, Valera."

Amused, you raised an eyebrow. "And what would you call it?"

He shot you a 'you're not helping' look as he ave a disgruntled little hum. "I wouldn't it call it 'yelling', my love, merely raising my voice."

At the sort of confirmation, Val and Rhae let out a hiccuped wail. Aemond begun marching back at the house, fingers flexing with a mutter of, I'm going to rip him from spleen to spine, break every bone in his body and stomp on his—

You jolt out your arm, grasping his, laughing lightly as you brought him close and gave him a peck to the corner of his lips. This abated him, if slightly.

"Please don't kill your brother at your mother's house," you whispered against his lips, grinning.

He rubbed your back, more a habit he used to keep himself in control, whispering back, "Wouldn't be the first attempt."

"Then don't kill your brother with your children present, and your wife, who is a doctor. It is literally against my Hippocratic Oath, darling."

"It's why you're the doctor, my love. My job is to defend our honour freely."

"I really think this is your honour instead of mine." You giggled against his lips as he groaned, and you turned back at your daughters who frowned at both of you. You smiled calmly at them. "Okay, okay, girls. I don't think your Uncle Aegon told you the full story. Let Kepa tell you, hm?"

"Is it a good story?" Rhaella asked, wide eyed. "I don't want to know it if kepa sucked."

"If kepa sucked, does that mean we're bastard children?" Val frowned. "Lyanna said bastard children happens when fathers suck, her father said so."

Aemond and you shared a look, his in alarm, yours in complete mirth, before you burst out laughing, unable to stop yourself anymore.

"What is with everyone saying things to children?!" Aemond inhaled deeply. "Please let me explain. It's a long, longer story than just me raising my voice at your mother. Very interesting that your Uncle Aegon left out the part that I was panicking because of your Aunt Helaena and Uncle Daeron."

"Ha?" Rhaella's eyes comically widened further as she pulled away from you and moved closer to her father. In relief, like a cartoon cat dangling the cheese in front of a mouse, Aemond pulled her hand gently until he managed to wound her arms over his torso. "What happened to Auntie and Uncle?"

"They got into an accident, dōna mēre sweet one," Aemond murmured against her head, palpable relief as he kept her close. Rhaegar, bored brought himself and his little brother to their father, until Aemond swept them the four of them into the hammock, Daegon giggling and blowing bubbles at his father's rearranging of them so they wouldn't fall.

"Wanna go?" you teased your eldest daughter who was squirming not being part of the little huddle. Aemond opened his arms, smiling hopefully. You laughed as Valera gave you a kiss to your chest and raced to her father and siblings, moving around until they all managed to fit together.

The tree creaked as you placed your hands on your hips, pouting at them playfully as Aemond met your gaze with a shit-eating proud smirk on his face.

"Come, ñuha prūmia my heart."

"And risk crashing and burning? No, thank you. Go tell your little story while I avenge your honour and maybe get lemon cakes."

At the chorus of 'me toos' and 'yays', Aemond mouthed 'I love you' before you disappeared off, and he turned to your kids, keeping them close to his ribcage; little pieces of his hearts that grew legs and arms.

"Okay, ñuha byka zaldrīzoti my little dragons, so it all started with an accident that was entirely your Uncle Aegon's fault. . ."

Your Uncle Aegon had borrowed your Uncle Daeron's motorcycle to get to a frat party because the girl he liked would be there— this is irresponsible, children, and this is why you shouldn't be riding motorcycles and going to frat parties, yes Val, it's not as cool as it looks — anyway, his car had a broken taillight and he forgot to had it changed or tell anyone.

Your Uncle Aegon... didn't return the bike— or returned back home for the rest of the night, yes Rhaella, it was because he was, um, reading with the girl all night, like your mom and I do when we go to bed, yes Rhaegar, like how we read to you but, um, just with them.

Anyway! Your Aunt Helaena's little pup at the time, Dreamfyre, yes, baby, Dreamfyre was a puppy before she was a big dog, just like you— Dreamfyre got sick, and since Uncle Daeron was at home and he had a bike, Hel asked him. But then they saw it was gone, they had no choice but to take your uncle's car. They didn't notice the taillights.

They were speeding through, which is bad, yes, don't speed, but this was an emergency and Uncle Daeron was doing his best to hit every red stoplight when they tried to go one way but the light didn't go on, and they got into an accident.

No, Rhaegar, they didn't die, you know this, your Uncle Daeron is with Auntie Nyra, remember? And Aunt Hel is just inside, don't cry, baby. Ok, so where were we? Right, accident.

I get the call and I was panicking, out of my mind. All they said was that both of my siblings were at the hospital, declaring your uncle's plate number and I just knew it was his fault. I was already pretty angry then, and I might have transferred most of that to your mom.

Your mom, at the time, was a resident. A first year resident so she still had bad hours, and at the time, her shift mate had gotten sick and no one was able to take her shift.

Yes, dōna mēre sweet one, the times when muña can't come home fast enough. Because she has to be at the hospital to save people.

That night, your mom had been awake for 32 hours. She was not having a good day. She had lost a patient that day too, but I didn't know that, hm? She was just trying to get through the rest of her shift, having finished checking up on your uncle, when I had barrelled through like an angry beast.

All I could really remember was that I couldn't see your Aunt Hel, and your Uncle Daeron was on the hospital bed with a cast on his foot, and your mom had just looked away when I... well...

"— When you started ranting like an absolute madman, demanding better care of your baby brother when he wasn't even wincing in pain, asking for a real doctor because I looked five shies away from having graduated high school," you said, grinning wide as you handed your procured lemon cakes, and outright laughing at Aemond's sheepish, flustered look as both of his girls stared at him wide eyed.

"Kepa, oh my god," Val murmured, munching on her pastry. "That is so bad."

"You had no game," Rhae continued, sort of perplexed about the reason for her conception. "How did mom ever like you?"

"I would've slapped you," Val confirmed, nodding. "Just like you told me I would do if boys acted stupid."

As you couldn't stop laughing so hard you were bent over, your boys found your joyous display wonderful, pushed and kicked around their father while their sisters yelled about their lemon cakes, before reaching your skirts and you started spinning them around, plopping on the ground not a minute later, snuggling your babies close.

Aemond breathed a laugh, pulling his daughters close. "I know, I know, it was so bad. I was actually impressed your mother didn't slap me."

"I wanted to strangle him with the dextrose!" you chirped. "But I made an Oath, so I didn't. But ohh, with that haughty look your father sometimes get when he thinks— no, when he knows he's right? When he doesn't even need to say I told you so, he's just smirking like it?"

At your daughters— even your darling Rhaegar's triple nods, Aemond made a hm of offense, lips flattening.

"I made you three," Aemond said.

You coughed.

"I helped make you three. This is betrayal," he declared before his hands found its way to your daughters sides and tickled them with no mercy. Crows of 'Kepa, please!' between giggles warmed your chest.

"Aemond," you chidded as Rhaella gasped, snorting, and he stopped.

"So how'd you make mom fall in love with you?"

You and Aemond shared a look, your entire life stretching with one warm gaze, and a smile stretches both of your lips. Its lovesick, and familiar to your kids. Rhaella coos at it, but Rhaegar, having favoured his Uncle Aegon, makes a gagging noise before you started tickling him too.

"He apologised," you said. "Took him several tries. Your Uncle Daeron was actually ready to be discharged by the third day. Your Kepa brought him everyday to have a 'check up'."

"Daddy... that is still so lame," Rhaella whispered, in awe of how dorky her father is. Val is hiding herself in shame.

"Got her to accept my apology, and say yes to a date, you two should be grateful," Aemond said smugly.

"Why, mom?"

"Well, he was handsome for one." You snorted at his smirk. "He was sweet for another, explaining he just panicked, and I could understand that. Also he groveled for a long, long while."

"Even after the first date?" Val asked, eyes owlish.

You smirked. "Oh, definitely."

"I did deserve it."

"You did."

He smirked. "But I charmed you anyway."

You rolled your eyes. "You did."

"Come and give me a kiss, my love."

"Ewwww!"

[steddiehyperfixation]

don't you forget about me (part seven)

(part one)(part two)(part three)(part four)(part five)(part six)

Eddie takes back everything he’d thought before; sex dreams are so much worse actually, especially when you wake up to the subject of them holding your hand. His face turns bright red the second his eyes open and land on Steve. He sits upright immediately, bunching up the blankets over his lap. 

The pounding of his heart - aka the rapid beeping of the heart monitor - alerts Steve who snaps awake instantly and tightens his grip on Eddie’s hand as he asks with urgent concern, “Are you alright? Did you have another nightmare?”

“No, no, definitely not a nightmare.” Eddie’s cheeks burn, feels the flush reach his ears and down his neck too. He clears his throat. “Just, uh- just a weird dream, that’s all. Not bad, just…weird, yeah. I’m fine.”

Steve relaxes. “Okay.” He hesitates, then adds hopefully, “Was it, uh- Do you think it was a memory?” 

Eddie shakes his head. “Definitely not.” 

“What makes you so sure?” Steve asks. 

“It was fantasy.” Eddie’s eyes rake over Steve, and he tries not to wonder just how accurate his dream was. 

Steve raises a skeptical eyebrow. “Fantasy?” 

“Yeah, fantasy. So unless you have some truly awesome news to give me about the existence of dragons,” Eddie lies (better to have Steve think he’d dreamt of riding on a dragon rather than that he’d dreamt of Steve riding him), “I’m pretty sure it was just a regular old dream.”

“Oh.” Steve's face falls; and Eddie almost wants to take it all back and tell a different lie, that it had been a memory, but he doesn't. “Yeah, no, I've yet to run into any dragons yet, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Eddie says, running his thumb over Steve's hand. “I wish it was a memory. I mean- I wish I had more memories, and I'm sorry that I don't. I'm sorry that makes you so sad.” 

The apology only makes Steve look sadder. “Oh, Eddie, no, it's okay.” He shakes his head, squeezes Eddie's hand. “Don't apologize for that. It's not like you chose to forget.”

“I know. I’m still sorry though,” Eddie responds quietly. His dream-sparked lust has since curbed into something softer, inevitably. He looks into those downturned and devastating brown puppy dog eyes. “I didn't choose to forget, but I’m still the reason you're sad - I know that, so I'm sorry.” 

It's Steve this time who mutters “You don't have to worry about me so much, Eds, I'm alright,” and it's Steve this time who clasps Eddie’s hand in both of his and brushes a kiss over his knuckles. 

It sends a rush through Eddie's whole body to feel Steve's lips against his skin - in real life, that is. Heat rises in his cheeks again, heart rate kicking up for the millionth time. “Uh- yeah, uh, o-okay,” he stutters, can’t seem to form a coherent thought or sentence right now. He pulls his hand away and runs his fingers through his hair instead, changing the subject, “Um. Are you, uh- are you sticking around today?” 

“Yeah.” Though there’s still a trace of sadness behind his eyes, there’s something like flirtation there too as Steve smirks and says, “I’m all yours today.” 

God. Eddie really is done for, isn’t he.

It’s no wonder, then, that after spending another full day with Steve, another full day of being subjected to Steve’s bittersweet smiles and friendly banter and (that is, if Eddie’s not just being delusional, which is a very real and probable possibility) the occasional flirty comment, Eddie’s dreams soon turn sappy again:

They were sitting in some restaurant, in a corner booth, holding hands behind a propped up menu. Steve was looking gorgeous in a tastefully tight polo and perfectly styled hair streaked with gold, and he looked at Eddie with that warm little smile that always made his heart glow. It overflowed; Eddie almost couldn't take it. 

He said, “I know you said you wanted to do things right, so after how many dates can I ask you to be my boyfriend?” 

Steve's smile grew, eyes wide with a sort of wonder and disbelief and anticipation that was vaguely reminiscent of a child on christmas morning. “I, uh- I think the third date is just fine.” 

“Okay, good.” Eddie grinned. He caught Steve's other hand and held it right there out in the open without a care who saw or heard. “Because I like you so so much; you’re the best person I know, Stevie, and I wanna lock this down before someone else comes along and snatches you up. I want to be your boyfriend more than anything, and I want you to be mine, if you want that too. So, what do you say?” 

Steve must not’ve cared who saw or heard either because he immediately lunged across the table to kiss him, holding Eddie's hands tight as he pressed their lips together fervently. 

Eddie certainly wasn't about to complain. He indulged the kiss for a good long few moments before he pulled back to double check, “So that was a yes, right?” 

“Yeah, dumbass,” Steve laughed, fond and bright and beautiful. “That was absolutely a yes.” 

That ache is back when Eddie wakes up, the wanting, the wishing. 

He thinks this dream falls somewhere in between the events of the last two, like his brain is turning this fantasy into a whole connected narrative now, building and fleshing out this wishful story of him and Steve. Unless… No. Eddie can't let himself think like that. If these dreams have been memories, if that had really been the type of relationship they'd had, surely Steve would've said something. It's not unusual for Eddie's daydreams to become so involved and become entire worlds. This is, as he tells himself for the third time now, just another case of his overactive imagination. 

Steve doesn't ask about his dreams again, and he soon leaves for work and isn't around much that day, but that still doesn't stop Eddie's mind from continuing the fiction when he falls asleep holding Steve's hand, as always now, that night: 

Eddie sat on Steve's couch, his arm slung casually around Steve's shoulders as Steve leaned against him and idly played with the rings on Eddie's other hand while a movie played on the TV in front of them. It was Steve's turn to pick the movie, and there was a time when Eddie would've rolled his eyes and scoffed at the suggestion of watching The Breakfast Club, but it had just come out on VHS and Steve was so excited about it and Eddie was more than happy now to sit just there and watch Steve watch it. Because Steve was smiling and humming along to the songs on the soundtrack, and Eddie felt, suddenly, with such simple certainty that this is where he was meant to be, that this is who he was going to spend the rest of his life with. 

Something must've changed in his expression, in his stare, because Steve soon rolled his head to the side to look at Eddie and asked with an amused (and vaguely confused) smile, “What?” 

“Nothing, I just-” Eddie shook his head, pressed a kiss to Steve's temple and then said like it was the easiest thing in the world, “I think I've fallen in love with you.” 

Steve laughed as if this great big relief just bubbled free from his chest. “Oh thank god,” he said. “I’m in love with you too.” 

Eddie believed him, knew it with the same certainty as before. They shared gentle smiles and a sweet, chaste kiss. Steve slipped an arm around Eddie's waist and curled closer against his side. He went right back to watching the movie and Eddie went right back to watching Steve. And that was all there was to it. 

Clear, effortless, uncomplicated. Because how could they be anything else but in love with each other? 

~ 

Eddie sighs when he blinks awake. His eyes slowly shift to the side and he looks at Steve strangely for a few silent moments. 

Steve asks, “What?” 

Eddie's cheeks tinge pink, and Steve wonders, not for the first time, what Eddie had been dreaming about. He gets a devastating sense of deja vu when Eddie shakes his head and says, “Nothing.” But it stops there where Steve's memory doesn't. 

Although, Eddie is still considering him in that weird, just short of familiar way, and Steve wonders - again, not for the first time - if maybe Eddie just might remember too. But surely he'd say something if he did. 

Eddie taps his fingers against Steve's hand and asks after a long minute. “Are you gonna be around tomorrow?”

“I can be.” Steve is scheduled to work tomorrow, but he'd call out sick in an instant if Eddie asked him to.

“Okay, because, uh, that's when the doctor’s gonna have me try to walk and when they're gonna teach me and Wayne how to take care of my wounds at home for when I’m discharged, and I, um, I want you to be there for that too,” Eddie says. 

Steve finds himself a little surprised by this. “You really want me there?” 

“Yeah, I mean, If you don't mind,” Eddie starts, rambling like he's suddenly scared Steve might refuse, “I know it's not the most fun thing to be here for, but I just figured whatever the doctor tells us tomorrow you should know too, just in case, you know, like I might need you one day and Wayne can't be around all the time and-” 

“I’ll be there, Eddie,” Steve assures him, squeezing his hand. “Of course I’ll be there.”

And so he is. He calls out of work the next day, much to Keith’s annoyance, and stands there as the room fills with doctors and nurses and Eddie's uncle Wayne. 

Eddie's mobility is tested first. He makes a soft grunt of pain as he's instructed to swing his legs over the side of the bed, and then another when the doctor taps his knee and his injured leg kicks with the assessment of his reflexes. Satisfied with that response, the doctor moves on to pressing various pressure points on Eddie’s leg to measure how much he can feel (and Steve tries very hard not to feel so weirdly irrationally jealous at watching the doctor feel up Eddie's leg). After a few more soft painful hisses that let the doctor know Eddie's nerve endings are intact - or whatever it was she was testing - he's told to try and stand. He's understandably apprehensive, hesitant. The doctor and his uncle help coax him off the bed; the competent and the familiar. Steve hangs back still, sure he's not needed for this. 

But the second Eddie attempts to put pressure on his injured limb and he stumbles, his hand shoots out and it's Steve’s name he calls, as if on instinct. And, on instinct, Steve is there in a second to grab his hand and assist in steadying him. “I've got you,” he murmurs, guiding Eddie to the walker that's been set out for him. Eddie limps a few more feet with the help of the walker and the encouragement of Steve’s (hopefully) comforting hand on his shoulder until the doctor calls it and tells Eddie he can rest again. 

Once Eddie makes it back onto the bed, collapsing back into the pillows with a haggard sigh, the doctor and nurses immediately crowd him again, try to go straight into the next step of redressing his wounds. 

“Give him a second,” Steve snaps, protectively holding onto Eddie's hand and leaning over him. “Can't you see he's exhausted?” 

The doctor shoots the only other proper adult in the room a weary look. 

“They know what they're doing, kid.” Wayne's heavy hand lands on Steve's shoulder, both a reassurance and an alert for him to back off. 

“I’m okay, Stevie,” Eddie adds. He gives Steve a tired smile and squeezes his hand before prying it out of Steve's hold. “It's alright.” 

Steve reluctantly relents and steps back to give the medical professionals space to continue. 

Eddie's shirt is pushed up so the bandages on his chest and stomach are accessible as the nurses begin to explain and demonstrate the process of taking care of the injuries. Steve watches, listens intently, wants to absorb every ounce of information so he can best tend to Eddie if need be. Then his eyes flick up and he accidentally makes dead eye contact with Eddie who seems to realize then just how vulnerable and exposed he is right now because his cheeks burn red and his heart rate suddenly increases. 

The nurses don't seem to be too worried about this - if anything, they exchange knowing glances with everyone else in the room except Eddie and Steve before they continue their demonstration. Steve isn't worried either anymore - if anything, he finally resigns himself fully to the fact, the irrefutable proof, that Robin was right and Eddie really does have a schoolboy crush on him again. 

Steve does his best to keep paying attention, but in the background his mind is spinning and his heart aching. 

On the one hand it’s kind of sweet to know Eddie's feelings are not gone completely, that some level of attraction still swirls to the surface even through the empty space in his memory. And Steve has been indulging that crush the past couple days, little comments of flirtation just to feel like he still has Eddie in some way, just to see the reaction and have some evidence that Eddie still feels something at all for him. (Stupid, selfish.)

But on the other hand it is just a crush. Eddie used to love him, but now that's halved; and that's a very specific kind of agony. 

Steve’s not sure how much longer he can handle this. 

~

Something passed between them when they made eye contact; something sweet and sad flitted across Steve's expression, as it often does, but he looked away when Eddie blushed and has been avoiding his eyes again since. 

When the nurses are done showing them how to wrap him up, Steve retreats, saying kindly, though still not quite looking at him, “I'm gonna go get you some water, alright?” 

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Eddie smiles gratefully after him. 

“Your boyfriend seems sweet,” Nurse Katie comments, carefully, as she secures the last of the fresh bandages. 

“Excuse me?” Eddie coughs, chokes on his own spit, spluttering, “I’m- he's not- we’re- it’s- um. He’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Oh, sorry,” the nurse is quick to apologize. “I didn't mean to assume, I just thought since he's always in here holding your hand, even before you woke up-” 

“We're friends,” Eddie says shortly. He feels a little dizzy at what she's suggesting and would really rather her stop talking. 

“Alright, my mistake.” Katie backs off the subject. 

Steve returns then anyways, further killing that topic of conversation. He hands a cup of water to Eddie, who takes it with another muttered “thanks” and starts gulping it down while the doctor goes off on some spiel about the process of having him discharged and more tests they’ll have to do tomorrow. Eddie’s not paying attention. He’s too tired. 

Not long after that, the doctor and nurses file out of the room, and Wayne stands to leave too. “I’m glad the two of you are getting close again,” he mentions to Steve and Eddie on his way out. “You were good for each other.” 

Whatever that means. 

Eddie doesn’t have the brainpower left to contemplate that. Being poked and prodded and trying to walk took a lot out of him. He’s exhausted, achy all over. It’s barely even late enough to be dinner time yet, but he could honestly just pass out right now. He sets his finished water cup on the bedside table and his now free hand reaches, once again, for Steve. 

“Tired?” Steve asks as he catches Eddie’s hand. 

“Mhmm.” Eddie settles against his pillows, closing his eyes. He adds in a sleepy mumble, “’M glad you were here today.”

“Me too.”

He feels Steve’s lips slide gently across the back of his hand, and then Eddie slides gently into sleep. 

Immediately, though, his dreams are not gentle; for the first time since he’s been falling asleep with Steve’s hand in his, Eddie dreams of the bats: 

Eddie was in that hell dimension, the scene all black and red and dotted with bats. But he wasn’t alone. Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley were there too, the three of them fending off the creatures with boat oars, and Steve- Steve was on the ground; two bats gnawed on his sides, another had its tail wrapped around his neck. Eddie’s heart was in his throat, roaring in his ears and pumping pure fear and adrenaline through his veins. He couldn’t save him; all he could do was try his best to keep more bats from joining in on the feast. 

Steve, however, seemed perfectly capable of saving himself. He managed to sink his teeth into the bat tail around his neck, getting it to let go. Eddie couldn’t see everything, too busy whacking away more incoming bats, but when the last of this fleet of creatures was fought off, Eddie turned back around to find Steve on his feet now, holding a bat by the tail and slamming it against the ground far more times than necessary. He watched as Steve stomped down on the bat’s neck and tore its head from its body. Blood from the bat’s tail hung from Steve’s lips in a thick, dark drip before he spat it into the dirt.

Eddie stared, jaw dropped, pounding heart pumping an entirely different sensation through his veins now. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” 

Steve gave him a bloodstained grin and Eddie’s knees felt weak. He would’ve dropped to the ground in front of him right then and there if- 

“Keep it in your pants, Munson.” Robin shoulder-checked him as she walked past. “At least until we get the hell out of hell.” 

Eddie settled instead for sidling up to Steve and, after taking a second to make sure he was alright, whispering low and close to Steve’s ear, “If we were anywhere else and you weren’t injured right now…” The muttered end of that sentence was something so filthy it made Steve’s face burn red, and he laughed. 

“Freak,” Steve said affectionately as he smacked a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. 

Eddie was quick to turn his head and catch Steve’s lips, locking them together in something searing and intense. 

“Boys!” Nancy snapped impatiently from a few feet ahead, which startled them apart. “Seriously? Time and place, come on.” 

Both Eddie and Steve laughed as they followed after the girls. 

Eddie wakes up a little bit disoriented from that dream. He doesn’t know what to call it: Was it a nightmare or not? Was it a memory or another fantasy? The lines are blurred and Eddie finds himself confused. 

Steve must’ve seen this on his face because he asks, “Everything alright?” 

“Yeah…” Eddie answers slowly. “I had a dream about the Upside Down…but it wasn’t quite a nightmare, I don’t think. I’m just- I’m not sure if it was a memory or not.” He hesitates, then decides screw it, he might as well try to get some sort of clarification on the reality of some details of his dream. “Did you…rip a bat in half with your bare hands?”

“I did, yeah,” Steve confirms. His expression shifts, sparking with something like hope. 

“And, uh, did I tell you that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen?”

“You did, yeah.” 

“Okay, cool,” Eddie says, reeling. “Just checking.”  

Steve is watching him almost expectantly, but when Eddie doesn’t say anything more on the subject, his face falls into something more like disappointment.

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[strawberrystepmom]

gojo and f!reader are in a semi established relationship aka idiots in love. reader is wearing lipstick, a bit suggestive at the end but otherwise fluffy nonsense. wc 1.1k.

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune!!

“Honey, I’m home!”

Satoru’s bellow makes you laugh, shaking your head while he plops down next to you on the floor after shrugging his coat off and leaving his boots at the door. Your knees touch his and you try to distance yourself but he puts his hand on your thigh to keep you in place. Being in the student dorms always makes you skittish when he’s around, afraid to be exposed despite the fact the two of you are together being surprising to absolutely no one given how badly Gojo wants the two of you to be caught.

He looks around the room, it looks slightly different than it was when the two of you were still in school and sharing these meals with your then sensei Yaga.

“Where are your kids?”

You shrug, setting out the ingredients for the requested meal of the night - oden - on top of the kotatsu your feet rest beneath. You dismissed your group of four students an hour ago after completing your assigned mission for the day with the promise of returning to the dorms by six if you let them have fun in the city. It’s reaching 5:30 now and they have yet to appear but you don’t sweat it, certain if danger had arrived they’d be quick to let you know. 

“Dunno, where are yours?”

“They’ll be here soon, I think Fushiguro wanted to spend some more time sparring and you know how that goes. He’s such a perfectionist.”

Smiling, you turn to look at Satoru for the first time all day and find him already gazing at you. His eyes fall to your lips, painted a pretty brick red, and he raises his brows with a hum. Immediately, the gears start to turn in his head and you shake your own, certain of what he’s thinking. 

“What?” You ask, pressing your lips together to hide a blossoming smirk. The distance between your bodies closes, knees now touching fully when he slides closer to you and rests his head on your shoulder. You cup his face and playfully squeeze his jaw and cheek, raising your eyebrows. 

“What, Satoru?”

Honestly, you planned on wiping the lipstick off long before he laid eyes on you to avoid this exact situation from occurring. You’re well aware that wearing anything on your lips is practically catnip to the man staring at them and he doesn’t have to speak to make his intentions clear, his face inching ever closer to your lips.

“What’s that all about?” 

His eyes dart toward your lips and you roll yours in return, shifting to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Chuckling, he hums victoriously but the joy is short lived when he hears you mutter under your breath after spotting the trace of red left behind. You rush to wipe it away with his thumb but it makes it worse, a red smudge blooming from the side of his mouth and across his lips.

“Shit,” you mutter again, licking your thumb and rubbing it across his lips. He tries to capture the digit between his teeth but you withdraw it quickly enough that he can’t, your face set in a displeased frown while he blinks up at you. 

“Here,” his hands reach up for your face and cup either side of it. You assume he’s going to tell you to smile like he usually does when your brows furrow like this but instead he takes advantage of the position, holding your face in place and kissing you fully on the mouth. You try to push him off but eventually give in, letting his tongue dance at the seam of your lips, only stopping when you hear the voices of your students entering the door to their accommodations.

Backing away, you gasp again now that his mouth is covered with red. 

“Satoru,” you whine and he chuckles, wiping his sleeve over his mouth and letting the red stain his white shirt. 

“Satoruuuu,” he whines back, exaggerated and high pitched to mock your tone. You swat at him but stop yourself spotting your students from around his shoulder. Plastering a smile on your face, the four of them blink at you incredulously after they get a good look at the red smudged around your mouth.

“Uh, sensei, you have a little…” 

Yuuta trails off, pointing to his mouth and your face heats, pressing one of the napkins on the table in front of you to your lips and wiping off all of your lipstick. Shooting Gojo a look, you silently beg him not to turn around and greet the kids but he ignores you completely, flashing his megawatt grin smudged with brick red at the four of them.

“She’s making odon, just like you asked for.”

His tone is easy going but the students hesitate to join the two of you at the kotatsu, their faces twisted in varying degrees of disbelief. Again, it’s hardly a secret that the two of you are together or whatever you are but it’s shocking to see it play out in front of them. You’ve always tried to be discreet but Satoru makes it almost impossible, his need to prove to the world that you are his and he is yours is stronger than his sense most of the time.

“We can give you two some privacy.” Maki states flatly and you shake your head, patting the ground next to you.

The door to the building opens and now Satoru’s students bound through the entryway and into the common area, Yuuji laughing when he catches sight of his red lipstick marked sensei.

“You have a little…” he repeats the same motion as Yuuta despite never seeing it and you groan in frustration, Satoru chuckling and wiping his sleeve over his mouth again. He shrugs and claps his hand on your back, the two of you caught literally red mouthed and unable to find the words to say to explain yourselves. 

“Can you guys come sit down and eat?” 

Hearing the irritation in your voice, replacing your usual plentiful patience, all seven of the students nearly trip over themselves to take their places around the kotatsu, picking up packages of ingredients to help you open and place them around the setting area. As they pick up their own conversations and arguments, you shift your gaze toward Satoru again and he looks down at you with a wink.

“We’ll discuss this later.”

You reach up and pinch his ear and he puckers his lips to blow you a tiny kiss. Making a show of ignoring the motion, you roll your eyes and he chuckles to himself.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part SEVEN

Two Parts of the story in one day you guys really are lucky!! How is Y/n going to cope when one Vee is flirty, the other manipulative and the other wants to just help her get in a hot steamy shower ...

Trigger warning: a bit of violence

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

Three heads all explode, one after the other. The only mishap was you were so very close to the splash zone. Groaning to yourself you wipe your cheek with your hand, covered in warm blood you grumble. Gross. Pulling out a pack of tissues from your dropped purse you quickly scrub where you saw had landed but there was no way of getting rid of all of it … biting your lip you decide to carry on walking to the Vee Tower. You did after all have an appointment.

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Pushing the door to enter The Vee Tower you ignore the receptionist who tried to make eye contact with you, jabbing the button to the elevator you scrunch your nose up as you notice the blood under your nails. Ew. Gross.

At the ding you climb into the elevator, focused on cleaning your nails and not noticing how the camera moved to focus on you. After a few moments you heard another ding, not paying attention to your surroundings as you noticed you got blood on your boots as well – jeez killing sinners was a messy business - you manage to walk directly into a certain Vee. And not the one you were meant to be meeting. A small squeak escaped your lips as you began to tumble backwards from recoiling however two large, gloved hands grasped your waist pulling you back up firmly against a red coat stopping your fall.

“Woah now Princessa, if you wanted to jump my bones you just had to say”, his mischievous tinted gaze lowered to your own. His mocking smile dropped a little when he registered the state you were in.  

Gripping your chin firmly with his fingers, not letting you move an inch but making sure your gaze  was solely on him: “what has happened?”  That playful tone to his voice was gone but instead was scarily low for him, a snarl lingering under every word. Trying to shake your head but due to his fingers you couldn’t do much, you raise your own hand to try pry his fingers off. Thwarted before you even had a chance to touch him, he clutched both your hands in his other pair holding them down by your waist. This was not fair! Please tell me you didn’t have to use your shriek more than once today?

“Why the fuck do you look like you’ve drowned yourself in blood, the fuck do I have to kill little one?” His mouth was pulled up in a sinister sneer, his gold tooth flashing while his fingers dug into your chin more making you wince.

“It doesn’t matter Valentino, honest” you try to convince the Moth Overlord, the way his fingers squeezed your hips at your answer you just knew he didn’t believe you. But his grip on your chin lessened and allowed you to pull away from it. Scrunching your face you try to ease the little bit of pain.

“It matters Princessa. So again, I ask. Who. Do. I. Have. To. Kill?” At each pause he squeezed either your hands or your waist, not enough to hurt but enough to make you gasp a little bit.

A blue clawed hand appeared in your vision, resting on Valentino’s arm. You both looked to your side to see Vox there with a concerned expression. You’re not sure you’ve ever been so glad to see the TV Demon.

“Now Val, how about you let our little songbird go and we sort this like civilised demons, yes?” A growl from Valentino made you believe he really didn’t want to have a civilised conversation.

“Not until I find out who the fuck has done this to her. Look at the state of her!” Why the hell did he care? He allowed your hands to go free but his two hands stayed locked on your waist.

“Yes, I can see y/n is looking at bit … er … out of sorts but I am sure there is a reasonable explanation as to why, right Y/n?” Nodding in agreement you try to smile convincingly up at Valentino but flinched when you moved your head too fast, the cut on your neck was stinging like a bitch.

“Before we get into all of that, I don’t suppose I could borrow a shower? I’d love to get this crap off me”, you ask motioning at your blood splattered body. Plus, it would give you extra time to think up an explanation on how you ‘killed’ the sinners.  Vox chuckled at your grossed out expression you go to move but couldn’t even make a step away from Valentino as he forced your attention back on him when he waved a gold enamel gun around in front of you both.

“Not before we get names!” He snarled. Seeing how Vox’s method wasn’t exactly working in calming him down you sighed under your breath. Guess it was down to you. Where on earth was Velvette?

Grabbing the waving hand that held the gun you pulled it so it was resting on your waist next to the other one. His tinted gaze now on yours, feeling the tension in his arms you smile softly up at the Overlord. Try to work your charm y/n.

“There’s no need for names, no need for shooting or killing any one as they’re already dead, okay Valentino?” You gently explain, tugging the gun out of his grasp and quickly pulling it behind your back. Cold fingers slipped it from your grasp, spying Vox putting the gun in his jacket pocket you breath a bit easier. The main threat sorted, now to calm the hot head down more.

“They are dead. How?” He demands, glaring at Vox who had taken a seat on one of the sofa’s dotted around Velvette’s studio. Probably grumpy that he had taken his favourite toy away.

“It doesn’t matter how, just know that they are dead”. You place your hands on his that were still on your hips, giving them a squeeze to try and drive your point home.

“It does matter I wan”-

“-Perhaps now that the threat is gone, Velvette can show Y/n where she can shower and get a change of clothes before we start to question her? Hmm?” Giving Valentino your best winning smile, he hums under his breath before nodding after a few moments. You thought you were free until he dragged you close by your hips - so much so that your chest brushed against the fur of his coat. He loomed over you with a flirty expression on his face. Oh dear.

“Are you in such a hurry to leave my arms Y/n? I just know you have been enjoying it, mi cariño, perhaps we can make this a regular thing?” Blushing at feeling a certain part of him that really enjoyed me being pressed up against him a bit too much, you chuckled nervously while pushing yourself away by using both of your hands against his chest. Even if you did which you totally did but wasn’t admitting the last person you would admit that too was the flirty Overlord.  

“Whatever keeps you happy slim, but right now the one thing I am craving more than anything is a hot shower, so if you’ll excuse me”, he finally allows you to escape from his grip. A smug smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled a long cigarette from inside his coat. You could still feel the hot imprints of his hands on your hips.

Vox stopped typing on his phone when he saw you were now free from the clingy Valentino, a charming smile once more on his face as he stands up.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up my dear, you know us Vee’s are known for our perfection, and we can’t have you destroying that reputation for us now, can we?” He joked – or you hoped he was joking but maybe there was a subtle threat under that charming voice – as he showed you back towards the elevator. Pressing the button, it arrives almost immediately. Huh. Weird. Stepping inside you didn’t expect Vox to follow you in. You certainly didn’t expect when the doors shut him to turn to you with a shit-eating grin. Like he knew something that you didn’t. And you really didn’t like that.

“So tell me, how did you kill the sinners, y/n?” The hairs on the back of your neck started to stand up. He knew. Licking your bottom lip nervously you shrugged.

“Ah with a – uh - with a knife” you wanted to look away from him, he was making you more and more nervous but his gaze had you locked in. Dammit!

“Liar” you started to sweat with that one word.  You should have been more careful! You should have checked around you before you used your power. But you didn’t think. You reacted. And now one of the main people you didn’t want to know about your power knew within a week of knowing you. How had you managed to keep it a secret from basically everyone else in Hell and this damn TV Demon found out within days? A blinking from the corner of the elevator made you seethe. He’d warned you. He told you he owned most of the cameras in Pentagram City.

These are the consequences of your own actions come to bite you in the ass.

“Hell’s full of them, what is one more?” you ask, trying to distract him from the conversation. At his unamused look you guessed that didn’t work. “Are you going to show anyone?” biting your lip nervously you could see numerous ideas working through his head, he now had something to hold over your head. What would he ask in exchange for your secret?

“Now y/n do you really think I would show anyone that footage?” His shit-eating grin pissed you off to no end.

“What is it you want in exchange Vox?” You wanted to cut the bullshit and see what the cards had in store for you.

“Your loyalty, to us Vee’s”, he leant against the side of the elevator eyeing you up. Your loyalty?

“My loyalty? What does that entail?”

His grin grew menacingly – his screen glitched red for a second as his eye started to warp again. Pushing yourself back against the other wall you glared up at him, ready to start shrieking again you both were surprised by the door opening and an aggravated Velvette snarling at you both.

“The fuck happened to you?” Thank Lucifer for Velvette! Pushing off against the wall you quickly made your way off the elevator to relative safety. You nearly made it till a cold hand clutched at your wrist as you were fully out of the elevator. Peeking at the TV Demon over your shoulder his expression was much more relaxed than a moment ago, but a mischievous glint danced in his eyes.

“Enjoy your shower, Y/n. We will see you after it, we have much to discuss” he crooned at you. Smirk growing when your gaze narrowed. Yanking your wrist out of his grip you stepped away. Winking as he disappeared when the elevator doors shut you released a nervous breath. Facing the other Overlord who was eyeing you up, displeased with what she was seeing she tutted at you.

“You gotta learn to step away when things go boom babe, blood is not kind to your clothes! Come on, lets get you cleaned up”, she slips her hand into yours pulling you through a living room and into a massive bathroom. Wait … she’s not gonna clean you right?

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[firewasabeast]

Heyy I'm still under the uncle eddie fic spell. So maybe the first time buck and tommy hold their little babygirl? 🥹

Will I ever be able to write a prompt quickly? Unlikely! Juniper has us all wrapped though, let's be honest. tw: brief mention of child death from SIDS and a stillbirth

“Her lungs were a little underdeveloped,” the social worker, Bev, told Buck over the phone, “so the hospital had kept her for observation. The day her mom was released, she left and never came back. She's one week old, healthy as can be now, and yours if you and Tommy want her to be.”

Buck had no memory of the words that came out of his mouth when he got back to the table. Everyone was at Bobby's for dinner. They all gave him bewildered expressions before they realized what he was trying to say, then everyone was up and congratulating them.

Buck didn't linger in the celebration. He had a daughter to go pick up from the hospital.

He ran out to the truck with Tommy following behind him. He looked overwhelmed, and a little nauseous, but Buck knew he was excited. They'd been waiting for this for so long.

It went beyond Buck and Tommy's time together. They'd both wanted kids since they were young. Both had a spell of believing it would never happen for them. Then they found each other, and everything started to fall into place.

Until it didn't.

They'd been married for six months when they started the adoption process. Even after talking with Karen and Hen, they were naive to it all.

There were so many children out there waiting for a family, they felt like it would happen quickly. They'd have a baby before they knew it!

Except that wasn't reality. Reality was getting your heart broken over and over by a faulty system that does next-to-nothing to protect children and get them into safe homes.

It was a couple who didn't want their baby, but didn't want a gay couple to have it either.

It was a two year old who was forced to go with her biological father instead, even though he'd been arrested three times.

It was a four month old boy who died of SIDS the night before they headed to San Francisco to pick him up.

It was a mother who changed her mind.

A stillbirth.

And just when the feeling had started to creep back in, that maybe they'd never get to be parents, it was a call that put everything back in it's proper place.

The carseat was already in the truck. Tommy had left it there after last time. Couldn't bring himself to remove it and put it back in the garage.

They had to run home for the diaper bag. It had been packed and repacked for nearly two years. The sizing of the clothes changed, colors too, but it was always ready to go... just in case.

After tossing in some newborn and size one clothes, they rushed to the hospital.

Buck's heart was pounding. His whole body was shaking like he'd downed three red bulls in a row.

Tommy wasn't doing much better. His hands were resting on Buck's back, but he kept tapping his fingers on him like Buck was a piano.

The nurse, Angie, came out, a bright smile on her face. “Come on back, dads,” she said, waving them in her direction.

Buck was tearing up already. He couldn't even look over at Tommy. He knew if he did, he'd fall apart.

They had moved her to a private room, so Buck and Tommy could be with her without disturbing the other babies and parents in the nursery.

Angie led the way into the room. Bev was already in there. She looked just as excited as they felt.

Tommy's hand moved from Buck's back down his arm, intertwining their hands tightly.

When she reached the bassinet she leaned over and picked up the little girl.

Buck gasped the second he saw her. Her hair light brown and curly, clinging to her head. She had a button nose, and pink skin. She was so small, like a little football wrapped up in a blanket.

“Who wants to hold her first?” Angie asked.

Buck risked a glance at Tommy to see tears already running down his cheeks in a steady stream.

“You go,” he sniffed out. He squeezed Buck's hand before letting go. Angie brought her to him and he gently cradled her in his arms.

“Oh my,” he breathed out. She wiggled briefly, one arm popping out from under her blanket. Her lips smacked, eyes opened in a glare as she stretched. Then she was settled again, snuggled up close to Buck.

“Did you see her eyes?” Buck asked Tommy. “They look just like yours.”

He nodded, cleared his throat. “Yeah, I- I did. Evan, did you see her arm?”

Tommy gently placed his hand underneath her arm, bringing the birthmark on it into view under the dimmed lights.

The tears that had managed to stay in his eyes began falling when he noticed it. She had a birthmark similar to his. It was a bit smaller, not as bright, but otherwise a pretty close match.

Angie placed a hand on Buck's shoulder, staring up at the boys. “I think she was meant for you two.”

Bev moved closer to the pair, her heels clicking on the floor with each step. “You'll have some paperwork to sign, but I think we'll give you three a minute first.”

“I'll be back in to show you how to fix her bottles, and I've got some formula you can take home with you,” Angie explained. “You'll get to keep the blanket too. They're made by volunteers here at the hospital. But take your time, sit down, lay in the bed. Babies like skin to skin contact, so you may want to unbutton your shirt and let her rest on your chest.”

Tommy and Buck nodded along as she spoke, but they were both too entranced to take their eyes off of their baby girl.

The ladies left the room and Buck turned toward Tommy. “Your turn,” he said as Tommy wiped the tears from his face.

“Let me wash my hands first.” He went to the sink and cleaned up, then headed over to the reclining chair and sat down. “Okay.”

Buck smiled. He walked to Tommy and placed the girl in his arms. She looked so small against him. Her whole body was scrunched up, and she was sleeping soundly. Buck didn't want to judge, knew it wasn't right to, he had no idea what her mom had been through, but he couldn't imagine walking away from such a perfect human being.

Tommy held her so gently, like she was made of glass. He held a finger to her hand and she wrapped her own tiny fingers around it. “She's strong,” he noted with a laugh. “Probably stubborn too, like you.”

“Hey now,” Buck teased. “I am not stubborn.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I'm not!” He whined.

“Okay, Evan, you're not stubborn.”

“Thank you.”

Tommy brought the baby closer to his face, like he was telling her a secret, “If I didn't agree, Daddy would keep going.”

Buck kneeled down in front of them. “Don't listen to papa,” he said, stroking her arm gently. “He's only right like twenty percent of the time.”

Tommy grinned over at Buck, who was smiling back with fresh tears building in his eyes. “We're really parents, Evan,” Tommy said in disbelief. “Like, for real now.”

“I know. I can't believe it.”

“Me either.”

They were both quiet for a moment, soaking up every second with their girl, then Buck asked. “What are we gonna name her?”

Tommy snorted out a laugh. “I was just wondering the same thing. We'll think of something.”

*****

They spent more time with her, Tommy taking a picture of Buck and her together, their birthmarks front and center, and sent it out in a group chat. Buck had been in the midst of another crying session at that point, but it didn't matter. It was the best picture Tommy had ever taken, he was sure of it.

Angie came back in loaded down with formula, a couple of bottles, and instructions on feedings. She'd been with the baby most of the week, so she knew her schedule like clockwork. Tommy and Buck were endlessly grateful for her.

While Tommy signed his part of the paperwork with Bev, Buck changed their daughter's diaper. As he was wrapping her back up, he paid more attention to her blanket. It was a yellow blanket with trees scattered around it.

“Junipers,” Buck mumbled, mostly to himself.

“What's that, Babe?” Tommy asked. He handed the pen back to Bev and walked over to them.

“Oh, nothing, it's- her blanket has Juniper plants on it. It's different.”

They both seemed to come to the realization at the same time. They stared at each other, then Tommy nodded. “I like it.”

“Me too.”

They looked down at her just as her eyes opened, bright blue with specks of hazel watching her dads closely.

“Madelyn for the middle name?” Buck asked. They'd been discussing using Madelyn since they first decided to adopt. For Maddie, of course, but also for Tommy's mom. Her name was Lynn, and she had passed when Tommy was fairly young. He only had a few, but all fond, memories of her.

Tommy picked her back up, her lips turning up into a little grin. “Juniper Madelyn Buckley-Kinard. It's perfect.”

[thelargefrye]

February Filth Fest : DAY TWENTY-FIVE : FREE USE ... mature one - shot

pairing : boyfriend!seonghwa x girlfriend!f!reader x san

genre : smut, idol au, established relationship au

word count : 1.2k

smut warnings : language, tit fucking, cuckold (san basically cuckold seonghwa), free use, light cum play

honorary suffer tag : @sanjoongie

seonghwa and you are exploring new parts of your bedroom experience, but it just so happens that it involves his bandmates also getting in on the experience.

DAY TWENTY-FOUR ↤ UNDER THE COMFORTER ↦ DAY TWENTY-SIX

when you arrived at seonghwa's dorm, you originally expected to just hangout. it had been a while since you saw your boyfriend and so really all you wanted to do was cuddle and maybe watch a movie or him play animal crossing.

and that's originally how it started. you lay in seonghwa's bed with him, the two of you cuddled up and his comforter pulled over the two of you to keep each other warm. a movie playing on his tv and the lights dimmed just enough to want to lull you to sleep. it was quiet and peaceful, until san walked in.

the younger of the two males opened the door, walking in like this was his bedroom and not seonghwa's. seonghwa attempted to greet san, but the younger completely ignored him. instead he focused on you instead. crawling onto the bed and obscuring your view of the movie you and seonghwa had been watching.

"what sannie–

san cuts you off, his lips smashing against yours as he rips the comforter off your body and throws it onto seonghwa's. san doesn't say anything, but instead opts to shove his tongue down your throat and swallow any moans that leave your mouth. his hands wander your body, snaking underneath your clothes and groping your breast over your bralette you had worn.

when san pulls away from the kiss, he makes sure to tug on your bottom lip, pulling it out before letting it go. you can't help but let out a small laugh at the action while san trails his lips down your skin. he pushes your shirt up past your chest before pulling your bralette down, allowing for your breast to be on full display to both him and seonghwa.

"i think san missed you," seonghwa teases as he moves from his bed to his chair in order to give san more room.

"i think he's just horny is all," you say back, making seonghwa laugh before his eyes are going to watch as the younger idol begins to suck on your breast as he starts to grind against your clothed core. you let out little whimpers as the material of your panties rub against your clit, giving friction along with san's tongue fondle your nipple.

you run a hand through san's hair, lightly tugging on it before your eyes are flickering back over to your boyfriend who is palming himself over his sweats. you notice a light blush dusting his cheeks as he watches san continues to touch you.

after a few more moments, san is pulling away from your breast and sitting up, straddling your hips. his hands come up to once again to grope and squeeze your breast, "fuck look at how pretty they are," he says more to himself as he grinds down against you.

you watch as san then takes his sweats and underwear off, letting them drop to the floor before he's getting back on the bed and pulling your shirt and bralette off with ease. he drops them with his own clothes before he's pumping his cock as he moves up your body.

"i still can't believe hyung is willing to just let us fuck you like your our personal cock slut. still blows my mind," san says as he takes both your breasts and pushes them together. "i can use you however i want, i don't even have to fuck your pussy, but your breast instead."

you couldn't help but moan at his words, rubbing your thighs and clenching around nothing at the thought of san only using your breast to get off. its something that has plagued your mind a few times in the past and something you've managed to get seonghwa to do a few times. so you're quick to push your breast together yourself, your hands replacing san's and it makes the idol laugh before he guides his cock push between you.

"f-fuck, feels just like i thought it would," he mumbles to himself, but the praise still inflates your ego. san then begins to thrust his cock between your boobs, his tip poking out from the top of your boobs with pre-cum just beginning to form at the slit. you stick your tongue out, allowing the head of his cock to brush against your pink muscle and it causes san to let out a groan while throwing his head back.

"you really got yourself a keeper, seonghwa," san says, eying your boyfriend who for a moment you forgot was there watching you.

"you're just saying that because she keeps your dick wet, sannie," seonghwa says and you watch san bite his lip, hands coming to rest on the bed's headboard as he looks down at you.

san continues to thrust in-between your breast. pre-cum coming out of his tip and whatever doesn't make it onto your tongue, lands on your boobs. its really a sight in san's eyes that he doesn't mind capturing forever. the image of his cum on you, like his own way of temporarily claiming you as his own.

claiming you as his own. the thought echoes through his mind as he speeds his thrust up, eyes never looking away from you and the different parts of you that are in his vision. your breast bouncing with each of his thrust despite being pushed together, tongue out and welcoming the tip of his cock, as if you would be ready to take his whole cock in your mouth at any moment. just for him.

your heart may belong to seonghwa, and after san is done you may go back to cuddling with seonghwa. but right now, in this moment, you were san's.

"fuck," san curses under his breath, his thrust beginning to become sloppy and he can feel himself growing closer to his climax. "i'm– i'm close," he says and you encourage him to finish, to come and shoot his seed into your mouth.

when he finally does come, his seed shoots out and while some of it does make it onto your tongue, it also lands on other parts of you. covering you in his seed, you let go of your breast in order to instead stroke san to full completion.

san doesn't say anything, instead breathing heavily as he looks at you before he's climbing off the bed. he picks his underwear and sweatpants off the floor before pulling them back on. he watches seonghwa get up off his chair, wet wipe in hand as he wipes off any of his cum that didn't land in your mouth.

san notices you get shy when seonghwa presses a kiss to your cheek and he has to stop himself from cooing over how cute you both are.

"sannie, do you want to watch a movie with us?" seonghwa asks but san stretches his arm, rolling his shoulders before he answers.

"nah, i'm gonna go lay down, night," he says before walking out of seonghwa's room and into his own.

when san gets to his room, he can't help but flop down onto his bed, grabbing his pillow and holding it close to his chest. yep, at the end of the day you will always belong to seonghwa and not him or any of the other members. 

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[storm-angel989]

heyy ik this is weird to ask but cam you do valentino's daugher x vox idk why but im screaming for content and honestly i think it would be interesting to see if they "got along" you coulf say you dont have to do this i just find this a interesting concept like imagine if they had more of a special bond then valentino and his own daugher plus im sorry if this is to much to ask for

Hi there,

Sorry for the delay! Take a peek at this one- and let me know if you were thinking a different vibe!

~Mandy

“Hey, Uncle Vox!” I called cheerfully as I walked into his office.  Two more nights, two more until my final game of the school year. As an avid water polo player, my games were the height of my highschool experience and this final game this year was one I had been working hard towards. I tossed my backpack on my desk next to my Uncle Vox’s and slid myself into my chair. 

My weekday routine had been the same since I started school. With my father being The Valentino, and the odd hours he worked, it was my Uncle Vox who usually woke me up early and kept me on a schedule. Brushing my teeth, getting me dressed, breakfast and out the door when I was little. Now that I was sixteen, that morning routine looked a little different. Instead of waking up at seven, I woke up at four with Uncle Vox. We hit the gym together, then parted ways until it was time for breakfast- or more importantly, coffee. Sometimes my dad joined us, and sometimes my Auntie Vel joined us. But with their ever changing schedules more often than not it just wasn’t practical for them to join. So Uncle Vox stayed the consistent one. 

“Hey yourself, kid,” Vox replied as he stood up out of his chair. “Your dad is on the line, he wants to chat with you.” 

I slid into Vox’s seat and my fathers face appeared on the monitor in front of me. My heart soared. I bet he had a big surprise waiting to celebrate after tomorrow night.

“Hi Daddy!” I said cheerfully. “Are you ready to watch me rock it tomorrow?” 

My father’s face looked sad. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about bebita. I’m sorry, I won’t make it. I have a crisis to handle down in the greed ring and I…” 

I could feel the sadness wash over me. The rest of the conversation went in one ear and out the other and I tried to hide my crushing disappointment. 

“I’m sorry baby, but your Uncle Vox and Auntie Vel will be there and they promised to keep me updated.” My father finished. “I’ll make it up to you later okay? We can do whatever you want. Daddy daughter day.”

Yeah, sure. I had heard that one before. To date, he owed me no less than six daddy daughter days. And the flowers and trinkets he sent to make up for his absence didn’t help either. He tried- I knew it. But nothing he said or did would make up for his lack of presence. 

I signed off and put my head in my hands as I tired to keep tears from falling down my face. I felt Vox’s hand on my shoulder and I looked back at him as I bit back bitter disappointment. 

Vox seemed to recognize the look on my face. “Aw honey, I know. But we’ll be there. I promise.” He squeezed my shoulder gently. “Your Auntie Vel and I will cheer you on.” 

“Yeah, at least someone cares.” I muttered as I rubbed my eyes. 

“Now you know that isn’t true sweetheart,” Vox began. “Your Daddy loves you very much, his work just…”

“You make time for me!” I said angrily. “You make it a point to sit with me and go to my games and ask me about my day, I can’t remember the last time I saw my dad at one of my games or even just right after school!” 

“My schedule is a lot more fluid than your dads is sweetheart,” he replied calmly. “I understand your frustration, but if your dad could make it he would.”

It was the age-old argument. After a few seconds, I stood up and Vox pulled me into a hug. 

“Hey, you’re loved. Don’t forget that, okay?” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Now let’s get that homework done.” 

I scowled but sat back down at my desk. The homework rule had been instilled by my father from my first days of preschool. Home. Snack. Work. Sometimes at my pink desk in my room, if it was Dad or auntie Vel picked me up. But more often than not, it was uncle Vox who showed up in the limo and he had work to do too. As I grew, the desk next to his grew as well. From a tiny pink plastic chair to a full grown pink office chair- I sat right by Uncle Vox almost every single day. 

His snack drawer too changed as I grew- from cheeze-itz, to fresh fruit, to protein bars and goldfish. 

“Hey, can you check this one?” I asked after a few moments of work. “Uncle Vox?”

“Did you try it three times three different ways and watch a video?” He replied back without another glance. 

“Yeah.”

“Then, sure.” He lifted his head up and picked up my homework sheet. He glanced it over. “I think this is a quadratic formula problem. You forgot the square root sign- remember the song?”

“I do but…”

He cleared his throat. “X equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus for ac all over two a!”

To his credit, the song was a great study tool. To my mortification, Vox couldn’t sing worth a damn. 

“You’re way too enthusiastic about math,” I muttered as I made the correction. 

“But I was right wasn’t I?” He teased as he turned back to his computer. 

“That’s not the point,” I replied. Not to my surprise, the problem worked itself out. “Thanks Uncle Vox.” 

I stood up and leaned in between him and his desk wrapped my arms around him. “And thanks for being the best uncle a girl could want.” 

I felt him return the hug. “Love you, kiddo. More than you’ll ever know.” 

I released him and he grinned. “If you get your homework done quickly I’ll take you to the pool and run a few practice rounds with you. And then I’ll take you out to dinner- see if Auntie can meet us.”

The work that went into Vox being able to get into the water was tremendous- not to mention he’d be leaving his job early. 

“Really? You have time for that?” I asked. 

“For you sweetie? I’ll always have time.”

[supernovafics]

𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 5.9k words

summary: in which it’s been six months since a random night in a bar brought together two pairs of best friends, and two couples were formed. in those months that came and went, almost in a lovestruck blur, they entailed a countless amount of formal double dates, late night hangouts in someone’s apartment, and more moments in bars that led to lazy days in bed the next morning due to the hangovers. at times things felt way too good to be true. but, in a good way, a great way. you loved steve, and anyone with two eyes could easily see how much he was in love with you

warnings: explicit language, smut (mdni!), lots of fluff, a lil angst, soft!steve/steve being so adorably in love with reader 

author’s note: read part one here! for once i’ve written something that is not drowning in angst! lmao i almost went in a completely different direction with this but i wanted to keep it lighthearted and fun and cute so anyway enjoy!<33

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was hard not to admire Steve while he was asleep in your bed.

He always looked so peaceful; head against the pillow that quickly became “his,” hair mildly disheveled and going every which way, and mouth pulled into a straight line that looked soft instead of hard and sweet instead of firm.

You wanted to kiss him. But, you couldn’t do so right then, so instead, you took another sip of your morning coffee and simply watched him as you leaned against your dresser.

“You’re staring,” He mumbled, one side of his mouth quirking upward in a small smile.

“Your eyes are closed right now, so I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” You responded, making your tone sound completely confused.

Steve opened his eyes then and you immediately pulled your eyes away from him and became fixated on a random spot on your wall. You took another sip of your coffee to mask your growing smile.

Steve’s smirk deepened as he maneuvered in the bed and sat up to lean against the headboard. The now lack of comforter covering his body revealed his chest that was bare, because you were wearing his shirt, and revealed the top of the navy plaid boxers he had on.

“I could feel your pretty little eyes on me, honey.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him because he knew exactly how affected you were by any term of endearment he’d use on you; they always made you slightly cringe while simultaneously folding into a giant ball of mush.  

“I hope you know that I do in fact hate you anytime you do that.”

Steve ignored your statement, which was pretty much a blatant lie, and only smiled at you some more. “C’mere.”

You wanted to play with him a bit longer, pretend that he couldn’t make you fold so easily; even though he absolutely, completely always could and did. But at that point, you knew you couldn’t resist, and you honestly didn’t want to.

Placing your mug down on the dresser, the next few moments passed by in a knowing blur that felt like second nature to you because of how frequent the events would happen. You settled yourself in Steve’s lap, knees on either side of his waist. His hands snaked under your, his, shirt to find your hips and give the skin a light squeeze.

“You should still be sleeping right now,” You said, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. “You were up a lot later than me last night.”

His new job wasn’t that demanding, but because of how much Steve loved it, he made it much more intense than it actually was, and he was completely happy with that.

It had all happened about a month and a half ago. Marissa had convinced you all to go to her ten-year-old cousin’s middle school basketball game. It was almost a two-hour drive to where they lived in Indiana which was close to the border of Indiana and Illinois, and actually kind of close to where you and she had grown up in Illinois.

When the four of you walked into the slightly empty gym and saw that the team was losing pretty badly, you found out quickly from Marissa’s aunt that it was because their coach quit last second, so the kids were pretty much fending for themselves along with a parent acting as coach who had no athletic experience so he was just telling them to do whatever they wanted.

Robin was the one that jokingly mentioned that Steve had been the star of their high school’s basketball team and would probably be a great coach, and Marissa’s aunt perked up at hearing that and successfully convinced the other parents in the crowd to have him do it. He was initially reluctant because he didn’t think he’d be good, but there was nothing scarier than adamant parents who wanted to see their kids win, so, of course, he ultimately said yes.

In a way, it seemed almost perfect how easily Steve was able to fall into that role, and when the team won that night, for the second time out of the eleven games they’d played so far that season, the school offered him a permanent coaching position right then.

He was slightly hesitant and didn’t accept the job at first. Because he knew the pay wouldn’t be the best and the commute every day would be brutal. But, even as he told you those cons, you could already see how happy the idea of the job itself made him, and how second nature it seemed.

“It’s the random opportunity that has fallen into your lap.” You had told him that night in his bed, fingers running through his hair and a small smile on your face. “You have to take it.”

And he did.  

And he loved it and put his whole heart into coaching those little middle schoolers; coming up with new plays and ideas for practice almost every night. You found it both adorable and endearing how seriously he took it.

“I’m okay,” He responded with a small shrug, and then he looked up at you as he smiled, leaning closer to you. “Besides, your staring problem makes it really hard to sleep.”

You almost playfully shoved him, but your eyes instead slipped shut when his lips found your neck. You were still able to respond somewhat coherently, though. “Hm, I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Steve mumbled something against your neck that you couldn’t make out but the soft hum of his lips against your skin made you want to combust. Before he left any marks on your neck, because he knew how much of a hassle it was for you to cover them, he moved up to trailing soft kisses along your jaw before finally reaching your mouth.  

“Mm, coffee,” He whispered against your lips, tasting the slight remnants of what you had been drinking before he woke up and what was still sitting on your dresser.

You slowly started moving yourself against him and it made you smile how quickly a soft groan fell from his lips at your action. “There’s a fresh pot in the kitchen if you wanna get that right now instead of doing this.”

Steve groaned again at a particularly rough stir of your hips. “I think coffee can wait.”

“Great answer,” You said and kissed his nose.

His hands went to the hem of the t-shirt and you almost helped him pull it off of you, but a knock on your door halted your next movements.

“Hey, lovebirds, wake up if you’re still sleeping.” It was Marissa’s slightly muffled voice coming through the door. “Or if you’re fucking, please stop. Also, it’s barely nine in the morning so if you are fucking, you two are insane.”

You refrained from laughing at her statement as you softly swatted Steve’s hand away that was still trying to push your shirt upward.

“What’s going on?” You asked, voice loud enough so your best friend could hear you.

“Important family meeting.”

“Once again, something about you calling all of us a family feels slightly incestual,” You said as you began maneuvering yourself off of Steve.

“I know you hate it, but we are kind of a little family,” You heard her say. “In a completely nonrelated, ‘we’re two couples who are also all best friends’ kind of way.”

In a way, Marissa was right, and you could fully see that. Six months ago the four of you were two separate little pairs of friends and now there were two couples and four pretty close friends.

You all were a tight-knit group that was forged together by one random Friday night in a bar, and sometimes this strong interconnectedness worried you. Because if something happened to either you and Steve or Marissa and Robin, you had no idea what that would mean for the rest of the group.

Anytime you’d have those moments of worry, something would always tell you that in the end, it would be you to mess everything up. It was an irrational thought, a part of you knew that, but it still felt way too true because of how almost “wrong” it felt for things to be this good.

How deeply you’d found yourself loving Steve in such a short period of time still scared you as much as it made you feel so fucking happy.

“You okay?” Steve asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as he came up and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

You instinctively leaned into his touch and let your previous thoughts fade away as you always did. You never verbalized these fears to him, or even Marissa, a part of it felt unnecessary and you also didn’t want to fully acknowledge your worries because of how much more real they’d feel if you did say them aloud.

Your next words came out in a soft mumble. “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking about stupid stuff.”

Steve didn’t question you any further and simply nodded at your response before sneaking a quick kiss on your cheek and then moving to slip his jeans on.

You pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it to him as he headed toward your bathroom, and then you went to put on a random wrinkled hoodie of yours. Before opening your door to head into the living room, you grabbed your cooling coffee off of your dresser and took a sip, glad that it was still mostly warm.

“Morning,” You smiled at Robin who was leaning against the kitchen counter and eating a buttered piece of toast. You began refilling your coffee with what was left in the pot because you knew Steve would want some when he emerged from the bathroom.

“Morning,” She smiled back at you and took another bite of her toast. “Where’s the dingus?”

“Bathroom,” You answered and she nodded at that. “Do you know what this ‘family meeting’ is about?”

Robin quickly shook her head. “Nope. Marissa’s keeping me in the dark too.”

“That’s because I want you all to be surprised,” Marrisa said, from where she was sat cross-legged on the couch, textbook open in her lap because she had a huge test in a couple of days and had been religiously studying for it for the past week. Her nearly perfect time management skills still always managed to amaze you.

Steve came out of your room moments later and you held out the mug for him. He smiled at you as he took it and pressed a quick kiss against your lips. “Thank you. Love you.”

You leaned into him and his free arm circled around your shoulders. “Love you too.”

He took a quick sip of the coffee and let out a small sigh of contentment. “Did I miss the meeting?”

“No, and now that you’re here, I can share the great news,” Marrisa said before getting up from the couch and joining you all in the kitchen, standing next to Robin. “Okay, so remember how we all have been talking about how we need to take a couple’s trip soon?”

You all nodded along to her words, and you almost said that it was really only her that had been talking about doing a couples trip for the past few weeks, but you refrained from doing so because she looked so happy with what she was about to say.

“My aunt has a really nice cabin right by a lake and she said we can use it for a weekend. Next weekend, to be specific. So clear your calendars.”

“Ooh,” Robin said as she wrapped an arm around Marissa, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek. “Sounds fun.”

“Yes, and only slightly like the beginning of a horror movie,” Steve joked with a small laugh. His words startled you a bit because that was exactly what you were about to say.

You smiled up at him. “I think we share the same brain.”

He grinned widely at that and pecked your lips. “Can I keep it for the rest of the day?”

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It was actually very rare that you and Steve would have either apartment entirely to yourselves. Although it shouldn’t have been rare because the four of you could’ve easily come up with some sort of system to make sure that you and Steve, and Marissa and Robin were alone in one of your two shared places, but none of you really cared enough to do it.

But, on this night, it was just you and Steve in the apartment he had with Robin because she and Marissa were out seeing a movie that neither you nor Steve really wanted to see.

Things were quiet but the good kind, the comfortable kind. Steve was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch while also hunching over the coffee table as he brainstormed and wrote out some new plays that he wanted the kids to try out next week. And you were laying on the couch, a campaign that you had been working on for the past week in your hands as you stared at it for what felt like forever. Your boss had told you there was something wrong with it, but she didn’t tell you what that “wrong” thing was so you were left simply staring at the paper and having absolutely no idea what to change about it.

“Hey,” You said softly to grab Steve’s attention and when he turned his head to look up at you, you held up the paper in your hand for him to look at; maybe a fresh pair of eyes could tell you something that you couldn’t see. “What’s wrong with this?”

Steve stared at it for a few moments and then his eyebrows furrowed. “Is this a trick question? It looks really good to me.”

You let out a small sigh as you let your eyes focus on the paper again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”

Steve was about to say something else but before he could, the sound of the phone ringing in the kitchen stopped him and caught both of your attention.

He started moving to get up, but you stopped him and stood up instead. “I’ll get it. I need a break from looking at this.”

You headed over to the kitchen and picked the phone up off the hook, placing it at your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey– Wait, who is this? This is a girl’s voice, so you’re definitely not Steve. But, you’re not Robin, either.” It was clearly a guy’s voice on the other end, but it didn’t sound familiar to you.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Holy. Shit.” The sudden and pure excitement in his voice slightly startled you. “The Y/N?”

“Um, yeah, I guess?” You answered, pretty much answering his question with one of your own. “Who’s this?”

“I’m Dustin. Steve’s friend. Probably his best friend after Robin, even though I was technically here before Robin,” He said and it all kind of clicked into place for you from there because of how much you heard about him from Steve and Robin. “Anyway, it’s cool to finally meet you. Well, sorta meet you, I guess. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Your attention turned to Steve, who was back to being hunched over the coffee table, and a small smile took over your features. “All good things I hope.”

“Oh yeah, literally only good things. Steve’s obsessed with you.”

You let out a small laugh at that. “Oh, really? Do tell me more.”

Dustin didn’t waste a second to launch into a story. “He was rambling to me about you for a good two hours last week. He was just going on and on about how you guys went to some bar and were playing pool, and you were really good which he thought was so cool. And you were making fun of him for being bad, but still let him win a couple of games. He does absolutely suck at pool, I know that for certain.”

You remembered that night pretty vividly, mainly because it had happened barely a week ago but also because you’d never forget how bad Steve was at pool. You actually thought it was kind of cute. You also didn’t think it had been that obvious that you let him win a few times.

“He said he wouldn’t mind getting beat by you in pool for the rest of his life,” Dustin continued on. “He specifically even mentioned something about being old in wheelchairs. He’s so in love with you. You’re definitely his Suzie.”

“Suzie?” You questioned, and at that Steve finally pulled his attention away from what he was doing and looked at you.

“Who is it?” He asked you and you ignored him because your attention was solely trained on hearing Dustin’s answer.

“Suzie’s my girlfriend and she’s amazing and awesome and pretty much perfect,” The teen explained. “It’s awesome that Steve’s found you. From how he talks about you, you sound pretty perfect too.”

You smiled at his words.

It was then that you realized exactly how different things were with Steve. Because hearing about how much he loved you and how often he’d lovingly ramble about you didn’t scare you in the slightest. You knew that if this was any other relationship, any other guy, you’d want to immediately run in the other direction. But, you honestly didn’t want to run away and that realization made all of your previous worries and fears feel nonexistent.

Dustin started saying something else, but you couldn’t make it out before Steve took the phone from you.

“Henderson,” He said in an annoyed voice to the boy on the other end of the line and then looked at you. “What embarrassing stuff did he say to you?”

“Oh, nothing embarrassing at all,” You told him as you headed back to the couch, a sweet smile on your face. “Just how much you love me and my fantastic pool skills. Which actually aren’t that good, you’re just really bad. But, I still love you.”

He playfully flipped you off with a roll of his eyes and a small laugh as he continued talking to the teen on the other end.

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It was a soft kiss pressed against a certain sensitive part of your neck that pulled you from your sleep. Sleep that had been much needed after the first night at the lake house that ended at one in the morning after a heated game of charades against Marissa and Robin that happily resulted in you and Steve winning. 

You groaned at the feeling and rolled on your side to try and lull yourself back to sleep, but Steve pressing more kisses to your neck and then your face fully woke you up. 

“You told me to make sure you wake up early, remember?” He mumbled against your ear before pressing another kiss to the side of your head.

“Mhm,” You muttered as you turned on your side, letting your sleepy eyes meet his. “I sadly do remember saying that.”

“Come on, we have a sunrise to go watch,” Steve told you, a small smile on his face. As usual, his smile did something to you and made you smile back at him even though all you really wanted to do was go back to sleep. “Which was completely your idea, by the way.”

“Sometimes my ideas aren’t the best,” You responded but finally got up anyway. 

Steve was already in a hoodie and sweatpants since it was unsurprisingly cold outside, and the same small smile was still on his face as he watched you pull on your own pair of old sweatpants and a random hoodie in a half-asleep daze. After you slipped on your shoes, he leaned down a bit in front of you and turned around so his back was toward you. “Hop on.”

“God, you’re the best,” You said as you wrapped yourself around him, arms circling his neck and legs circling his waist, and he lifted you up and led you out of your shared room.  

You almost told him to go toward the room Marissa and Robin were sleeping in and force them to come watch the sunrise with you two, but you kind of just wanted to have this moment solely with Steve. 

He let you down once he made it to the wooden bench that perfectly overlooked the lake and would let you both have a good view of the sunrise. It was still fairly dark outside, but you could see the beginning remnants of sunlight starting to take over the dark sky. 

When the two of you sat down you immediately maneuvered yourself so that your head was in Steve’s lap, which made your legs dangle a bit off the edge of the bench. 

“Back in Hawkins, there’s this place called Lover’s Lake. Being here slightly reminds me of that,” Steve said as his fingers started mindlessly playing with the drawstrings of your hoodie. “I should take you there soon.”

You playfully smiled up at him. “Ooh, I finally get to see your hometown? This relationship is getting quite serious.” 

He let out a small laugh as his eyes met yours. “Yes, and I’m planning to go ring shopping next week, actually.”

“Make sure you take Marissa with you,” You said jokingly but attempting to make your voice sound as serious as possible. “She’ll know which one you should get for me.” 

“Don’t worry, I already asked her to come.”

“Good,” You said, nodding at him. “Now back to this Lover’s Lake place. It sounds exactly like the kind of place where someone would take a date for a late night making out in a car kind of vibe.”

He was quiet for a bit until he mumbled, “No comment.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sudden shyness and you grabbed his hand to intertwine it with yours and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. “You can talk about old girlfriends and dates or whatever, y’know. I’m not gonna get jealous or anything. The past is in the past. And I’ve heard plenty of stories from Robin, anyway.” 

“Why would I wanna talk about past girlfriends when I can think about the future?”

“I don’t think I wanna hear about your future girlfriends,” You joked, a small smirk on your face. 

He lightly poked your side, causing you to laugh loudly. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do,” You said with a shake of your head. Even though you actually knew exactly what he meant, you wanted to hear him say it.

“My future with you,” He responded, eyes meeting yours. 

“Oh,” You said as if it all finally clicked into place for you. “Can I hear more about that future?”

Steve smiled at that, more than happy to talk about the thoughts that almost always circled his mind. Thoughts you already knew because conversations like these would usually happen in a post-sex, pillow talk haze where he would ramble and you would listen and almost always reciprocate, playing into the fantasies he was cooking up and adding your own. 

It always felt easy to imagine something more with Steve, sometimes way too easy. Especially after the conversation with Dustin, you felt like you could fall even deeper into Steve and everything would be completely okay. More than okay, actually. 

“Well, there’s our house, of course,” He started and your eyes slipped shut as you imagined the picture he was painting of your future together. “Which can’t be too big, like the house I grew up in. But, it does need to be big enough for all of our five or six kids since we’re both a little insane and think that having that many is a good idea.”

His hand was still intertwined with yours and you gave it a light squeeze. “We need to have enough for a basketball team so that you can coach them.” 

“Makes sense,” Steve nodded, smiling at you. “Also, a big house means a big backyard for the dog too, which is great. She’ll have lots of room to play.”

Your eyes opened at that. “I thought we agreed on a cat?”

“I’m still heavily advocating for the dog.” “Okay, we can do both,” You told him. “I’m thinking a golden retriever and an orange tabby.”

He looked at you in a certain soft and sweet way that made you feel a little nervous and caused your stomach to swarm with butterflies.

“What?” You asked shyly, pulling your eyes from his and looking up at the orange hues that took over the sky. 

“I just love how we can talk about this kind of stuff, even though it’s only been six months,” He said. “And probably from that first night we met, I’ve been thinking about us and you and this future with you that is technically far away but also feels so close. And if I said that to any other girl, they’d probably be running for the hills by now.”

The vulnerability of his words sat with you and when you looked at him again, you couldn’t help but smile at how sincerely happy he looked right then. Even though you were completely comfortable in the position you were in with your head in his lap, you let go of his hand and sat up so you could kiss him. It was your nonverbal way of letting him know that you wouldn’t run away, and he must’ve heard you loud and clear because he only kissed you harder and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

“Those girls would be idiots if they did that,” You told him when you pulled back from the kiss and the two of you were still only a breath away from each other. Your eyes were closed as you said your next words. “You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to entertain the thought of having six fucking kids with. And it’s scary as hell but the good kind. Because, yes it hasn't even been a year yet, but I already know that I want that house with you and that backyard and that dog and cat. Because I love you. Like, a lot. Like, so much so that I feel like I wouldn’t be able to function properly for at least five years straight if I ever ruined things with us. And I’m kinda rambling a lot right now, but whatever.”

Steve’s lips found yours again and the abruptness of the action caused you to softly gasp into his mouth. He pulled you sideways into his lap and both of his hands cupped your face in such a tender way that you felt as if you could melt into him right then and there. Your fingers started lazily circling the drawstrings of his hoodie. 

“I think we’re definitely missing the sunrise,” You muttered against his lips but still didn’t fully pull away.

“It’ll happen again tomorrow,” Steve said simply and you completely agreed with that. 

His hands traveled downward to snake themselves underneath your hoodie and you sighed in contentment at the feeling of his fingers against the bare skin of your hips and then your waist. You wanted more, you needed more, but you couldn’t allow that “more” to happen on a wooden bench.

“We should go inside,” You told him, words more so coming out in a soft plea, and Steve nodded almost immediately at your request. You took one last look at the way the sun was reflecting so prettily off of the lake before he led you inside the house. 

With both of you fully clad in a hoodie and sweatpants, it felt as if there were a million layers separating you two from one another and you desperately needed that to change. Shoes came off first and were kicked somewhere by the door and then your hands grabbed at the ends of Steve’s hoodie, helping him pull it off and he did the same with yours. In between quick and chaste kisses, piece after piece of clothing item was littered on the floor of the living room and dining room until you made it to your shared room and you were only in your underwear and Steve was down to his boxers. 

His arms circled around you from behind when he closed and locked the door behind you both, and he started walking you toward the unmade bed before he turned you around and softly pushed you down against it.

He leaned over you, lips ghosting over yours before pulling back a bit and you couldn’t take the teasing so you pulled him roughly against you, his body weight crushing you in the best way possible and his warmth enveloping you completely. 

“I love you so much, baby,” He mumbled against your lips, and although that was something you knew, your heart still squeezed at hearing those words. 

“I love you too,” You told him as you started kissing all over his stubbly jaw. 

Your hips bucked upward at the feeling of his hardness pressed firmly between your thighs.

“I need you inside me. Please,” You told him as you moved your hips again and he groaned in your ear.  

He could only nod at your words as he maneuvered off of you a bit, pulling your underwear down and tossing it somewhere in the room and then spreading you for him. 

“So pretty,” He said, dragging a finger through your wetness, catching your clit for a brief moment before pulling away. 

“Steve…” Your moan came out in a soft sigh and your eyes fell shut. “Please.”

“Anything for you, baby.” His lips pecked yours before he finally slipped out of his boxers. 

When he finally entered you, filling you to the hilt in one slow motion, you both moaned in contentment. For a few moments, he stayed just like that, words getting lost in your hair as he said, “Just wanna feel you like this for a bit. You always take me so well, baby,” and you could only respond with a soft, barely coherent, “Mhm.”

You adored moments like these. The softness of it all, the slowness of it, how much love you could feel laced within every thrust when he started moving. Noses and lips brushed over each other haphazardly, panting breaths and moans not allowing your mouths to connect for more than a brief moment. Your eyes met his dark but loving gaze and you could feel your cunt flutter around his cock, which elicited a loud groan for him. 

One of his hands firmly found your hip, holding tightly so he could push into you harder. Your back arched and you nearly screamed at the new feeling of him hitting so deep inside of you. 

“Doing so well, baby,” Steve mumbled, lips finding your neck. He was still moving at his slow pace but hitting that perfect spot inside you with every harsh thrust. “Fuck. Taking everything I give you so fucking well.”

“Steve,” You breathed out, unable to say anything else. 

He kissed you roughly, tongue darting in to taste you for a brief moment before speaking. “I can tell you’re close. I can feel you fucking, ah, squeezing my cock.”

You nodded profusely, a small whimper falling from your lips. “Mm, so close, yeah.”

“Touch your clit for me, baby.”

You didn’t hesitate to listen to him and let one of your hands snake between your bodies and begin circling the small bundle of nerves. You immediately started seeing stars. 

He kissed you again, swallowing your loud moans. “Good girl.”

The soft praise made you clench around his cock again and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer as you continued the ministrations you were making on your clit. 

“‘M gonna come,” You muttered, moving your hand faster to match Steve’s quickening thrusts,  and you could feel the coil in your stomach tighten. 

“Do it, baby. Come all over my cock. I wanna feel it,” He told you, pulling back a bit so he could watch as you did so. Eyes screwed shut and legs shaking as your back arched and you let out a particularly loud moan. Steve continued fucking you through your orgasm. “So fucking pretty.”

Through your fucked out whimpers and soft pants, you reached out to pull him close to you again, and your mouth began sucking on a particularly sensitive spot under his jaw that you knew would send him tumbling over the edge with you. Which it did right as your tongue grazed over the skin. 

“Ah– ah, fuck,” Steve stuttered out as he came inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the feeling of his warm cum painting your walls. 

He lay on top of you for a few moments, both of you too spent and too lost in your post-orgasm hazes to do much more but let your shallow breaths take up the silence. When his breathing steadied, he slowly pulled out of you and pressed a quick kiss to your neck before padding to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom to grab a damp washcloth to clean the mess between your thighs. 

He then got back in the bed, pulling the blanket over the two of you and circling his arm around your waist to bring you flush against him. 

You could feel yourself slowly falling asleep in his arms, and you were close to simply letting it happen, knowing that you both could probably use another hour or two, but then you were reminded of something.

“We need to get our clothes from out there or we’ll never hear the end of it from Marissa and Robin.”

“Mm, in five minutes. I just wanna lay here with you for a bit longer,” He told you, voice slightly muffled because his face was buried in your neck. 

“Okay,” You agreed since you felt way too comfortable to move anyway.

“You could never ruin things between us, by the way. You know that, right?”

You were slightly confused about where Steve’s words were coming from, but then you remembered that in the midst of your rambling outside on the bench, you had said that; that you had finally verbalized those worries that had plagued you but now felt so unimportant.

You nodded at his question. “I know.”

“Good,” He said as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Because you could hit me with your car and I’d still be so fucking in love with you.” 

You softly laughed at that and shifted around so that you were facing him. “Am I allowed to test that out?”

“I’d rather not, but if that’s what it takes,” He answered, a smile on his face as one hand reached up to stroke your cheek.

“It’s okay, I believe you,” You said, turning your head a bit so that you could press a soft kiss to his palm. 

You both simply stared at each other for a bit, letting a silent conversation play out where you told him through your smile how grateful you were for him because you’d never known anyone like him; someone genuinely sweet and kind and effortlessly funny and who could always, always match your energy just right. And Steve acknowledged your silent honesty and showed how amazed he was to have you in his life as well by slotting his lips against yours. You two lazily kissed one another until you fell asleep with your limbs tangled up and the discarded clothes out in the living room long forgotten.

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