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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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full inspection

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of previous self harm! including scars, inspecting body, descriptions of body but i try to keep things vague ish when it comes to features, p in v sex, unprotected sex, anal fingering, illusions to future anal sex, rafe does inspect readers feet but not really in a foot fetishy way? it is a FULL inspection lol

“mouth first today, bunny.” rafe says, tapping your cheek.

you nod, opening up your mouth for his fingers to poke inside of.

the routine is familiar by now, every morning, you wake up to rafes inspections. his fingers glide over your cheeks, then your teeth.

“you did a good job brushing last night, bun.” rafe says, pulling his finger back to your lips, swiping over them as you open up, sticking your tongue out.

his finger glides down your tongue, pushing further and further until his fist is pressing against your teeth. you try your best to control your gag reflex, waiting for rafe to finish his inspection before coughing.

the second his finger pulls back, you take a deep breath.

“you did it, baby!” rafe praises you, tapping your nose. “you didn't gag!”

you smile up at rafe, swallowing to get the tickle out of your throat. “wanna be good for you.”

“i know, bun. since you're so good, why don't you choose what's next up for inspections?” rafe usually moves to your hands next, checking to make sure there's not any bitten nails or chipped polish.

“umm…” you glance down, small nightgown barely covering your body, nothing on underneath. “my uh…” you know what you want, just are too afraid to say it.

“out with it baby.”

“my chest.”

“aww.” rafe chuckles. “baby girl wants her titties inspected next? sounds good.”

rafe tugs your nightgown up, bunching up the silky fabric, eyes devouring your pushed together thighs, the peek of your slit between them, until your tits are revealed and his attention is pulled there instead.

“mmm, such cute little nipples.” rafe uses both his hands to inspect them, first rubbing around the outside of breasts before moving closer, fingers playing with your nipples to make sure they harden like they should.

“very good, baby.” rafe says, hands massaging your chest.

“thank you.” you look down your body, so clearly on display for rafe.

“what about this cute tummy, huh?” he pats your stomach. its not part of his usual inspections, but rafe loves to give a kiss to your tummy, warm lips making contact with your skin, almost always making you giggle.

rafe moves lower, ignoring your core to scooch down the bed to your feet, picking up one and laying it in his lap. his hands run over your sole before looking at your toes, checking that your polish hasn’t chipped, otherwise he’d be getting on the phone to make a pedicure appointment for you before he even finishes inspections.

he lifts your other foot into his lap next, rubbing his thumbs over your foot, making you let out a low moan at the massage.

“so pretty for me baby.” rafe says, allowing himself to appreciate your flawless feet.

“just for you.” you giggle, wiggling your toes.

“thats right.” rafe smiles, hands moving up your legs to your calves, quickly inspecting them before moving to your thighs. you keep your legs closed until rafe nods to give you permission to open them, not wanting to get punished for baring your cunt too early.

“such a pretty pussy.” rafe coos, a singular finger swiping through your center. “but i think we need to inspect your hands first.”

“raaafe.” you whine out, cunt clenching around nothing at his teasing as he grabs your hands. he makes sure to very thoroughly inspect them now that your cunt is spread open for him, his eyes flicking between your manicured nails and your wetness.

“don’t be bratty. you know its important for me to look over every part of you.” rafe says, flipping your hands over so he can rub his thumbs over your palms before skirting down your wrists, frowning at the few scars in lines that interrupt your skin.

“won’t happen again.” you whisper to rafe. its true, your time of self harming and using it to cope is far over now that you have rafe. not only would he easily be able to tell if you started again with his daily inspections, but you don’t feel the need anymore.

“i know, baby.” rafe hums, raising your wrists to press kisses to them.

rafe moves up your arm, hands quickly checking them before his eyes turn back to your cunt.

rafe spreads your folds open with two fingers, smirking when he sees the way your clit pulses. he begins his usual work, rubbing around where you really want him, but you know he insists on inspecting every inch of you.

rafe plunges his finger into your entrance suddenly, making you gasp out, back arching off the bed at the intrusion, but rafe just chuckles.

he begins to thrust it in and out, rubbing the pad of his finger against your walls. “still nice and tight for me.” rafe hums. “good girl.”

“haven’t been touching myself without your permission.” you shake your head. it was the number one thing that used to cause you to fail inspections, touching yourself either while rafe was at work or while he slept next to you.

“i can tell.” rafe hums, slowing his finger making your eyes flutter closed, a moan escaping from your lips. he switches back and forth between fast, hard thrusts, and slowly deep ones, never letting you know what the next movement is going to be.

“clit next.” rafe suddenly pulls his finger out, making you squeal.

“shh.” he hums, taking the same wettened finger to rub over your clit. for how seriously he takes inspections, he moves on quickly from your clit, barely swiping over it before moving on.

“rafe.” you whine, hoping your pout and fluttering eyes will entice him to continue further.

“shush. flip over.” rafe sits back while you flip onto your stomach, nightgown still bunched around your chest.

rafe smiles at the way you plump ass is presented to him. he rubs his hands quickly over your back, then skips your bum to go to your legs.

“are we doing a full inspection today?” you mutter, turning your head to look down your body at rafe. it's not every day he has the time to do his favorite part of inspections.

“oh yes.” he smirks, tapping your thigh. you know instantly what to do, raising onto your hands and knees and spreading your legs apart.

“cute little hole.” rafe smirks, your bum presented to him. he rubs his hands over your cheeks first, squeezing your skin and even shaking it a little to see the way your flesh ripples.

rafe keeps one hand holding you open while the other one comes to your second hole, circling around it. you take a deep breath and plead your body to relax as you wait for the intrusion, letting out a quiet mewl when rafe pushes his fingertip into your hole, slowly to let you adjust as he buries it. rafe hums in approval from the way you clench so tightly around his digit.

“a+, baby.” rafe pulls his finger out. you've never gotten a completely perfect inspection, always having at least one minor issue that needed correction.

“flip over.” he commands. you move quickly onto your back, keeping your knees pulled apart as you blink up at rafe. “what's next?” you question, hoping there is some sort of reward for being so good for rafe lately.

“you get your cunnie inspected again, but this time i use my cock.”

“really?” you squeal. usually rafe is strict about when he will fuck you. he doesn't like to give you anything too often, says it's to not spoil you rotten. he's lucky you don't mind just pleasuring him, whether with your hands or mouth.

“it's what good girls get.” rafe nods. he pulls his tshirt off over his head, his muscles on full display while you wait excitedly.

“gonna keep being good for you.” you promise rafe.

“yeah, you will know that you know you'll get this dick.” rafe chuckles, pushing his pants down his hips, your eyes widening when his cock springs free, already hard.

“go ahead.” rafe encourages you, moving to kneel between your legs. you can't help your grin as you sit up to wrap your hands around his cock.

“look at how tiny your hands are on my big cock.” rafe smirks as you gently stroke him. you love to feel him, love to hold him in your grip.

“can i give it a kiss?” you question, not looking up at rafe, eyes too focused between his thighs. rafe laughs, patting the back of your head, pushing you down slightly as an answer to your question.

you duck your head, kissing right at the tip of rafes cock before slowly smooching along his shaft before kissing back up the other side.

“now lay back.” rafe hums. you are sad to let go of his cock but excited for what is coming next as you lay down, but not before tugging your nightgown the rest of the way off. you toss it on the floor to be dealt with later.

rafes hands press at your inner thighs, making them stretch even further as he lines his cock up, glad that your wetness has grown and he can push inside, not too easily with how tight you are around him, but enough for rafe to enter you in one steady stroke.

a moan works its way through your body, your thighs shaking under his hands, but he doesn’t let up as rafes hips begin to swing back and forth, feeling every inch of your walls with his cock.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans when you clench around him. “so tight for me.” your hands fist in the bedsheets, wishing rafe was draped over you so you could kiss him and hold onto his shoulders, but you know rafe likes kneeling between your spread legs so he can look down on you. it also allows him to thrust faster as he slowly builds up speed.

“love your cock so much.” you whine out, back arching, nipples pebbling in the cool morning air.

“aww, you’re so sweet.” rafe smirks, letting out a chuckle when you pout, his voice condescending, mocking you for how much you’re enjoying it, despite rafes movements speeding up to pound into you.

“oh! oh f-fffffff.” you cut yourself off, remembering that rafe doesn’t like you swearing.

“touch yourself.” rafe grunts out. he’s not sure how much longer he can last, not when he was already turned on from inspecting you and having you kiss and worship his cock.

“thank you!” you manage to squeal out before your hand reaches between your thighs, using your fingertips to rub over your clit, hoping rafe is ready soon because you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back.

“you know what the final part of a full inspection is?” rafe questions. you try to think of what it could be, but your mind doesn’t work anymore, so filled with pleasure and thoughts of rafe that nothing else can get through.

“its seeing how good you take my cum.” rafe moans, moving quicker when you feel his cock swell inside of you, signaling how close he is. you rub faster at your clit as he delivers a few final punishing strokes before cumming with a groan, your own fingers rubbing you to orgasm seconds later as you whine out a series of rafes name over and over, your cunt pulsing around his cock, milking him.

“oh, thats a good girl.” rafe pats your lower stomach. “tummy all swelled up with my cum.”

you look down your body, and rafe is right, theres the slightest bulge from rafes cock being lodged deep inside of you and then stuffing you with cum.

“keep my cum inside of you for a minute and you’ll get an extra special reward.” rafe says as he pulls out, knowing you’re going to have to clench your hole for the entire minute with how much he flooded inside of you.

“okay.” you mumble, eyes closing as you concentrate as his cock pulls away, glad you practice kegels as you try to keep all his cum in. you know rafe is staring at your hole, waiting to see if anything leaks from your cunt. time passes quickly, thankfully, and rafe is tapping your thigh before you know it. “you did it, baby girl. that was an entire minute.”

“really?” you smile, proud of yourself as you relax, knowing his cum is going to leak on the bedsheets. “whats the special prize?”

“well, i inspected your pussy with my cock, and now its time for you ass.” rafe grins while your eyes widen.

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coldfanbou · 1 month

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The First One is On The House

Ningning fic once again a challenge given by @i-am-lifeform24

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Ningning X Mreader

“Hello? Yes, I can fit her into my schedule. I should have an opening at 7. Later? I guess I could take her in after the show. Alright, I look forward to her visit.” You put the phone back on the receiver and walked back to the table; you were so looking forward to going home early for the evening when you got a call from that customer. You would've preferred taking the appointment for another day, but you wanted to keep your weekend free. You sit back in your office chair and stare at the ceiling before gazing at the clock hanging on the wall. Three hours, that’s how long you’d have to wait for your guest to arrive.

Getting bored, you pulled out your phone and checked social media, seeing posts from stars from earlier in the day as they walked the red carpet for some fashion event nearby. You see a few of your usual clientele post pictures, liking them before moving on. Eventually, you get tired of that and begin some repetitive tasks, trying to seem busy as you wait for the client to arrive despite them arriving a couple of hours from now.

Soon enough, you went back to looking at your phone, checking out photos from the event, and seeing the different kinds of people that went. You stopped on a picture of Ningning from the group Aespa when you heard the door open. It was your friend, a manager for various groups. “Sorry for getting here late. She just felt so tired during the show, and we thought it best to call you.”

“Just who is it? That they needed a massage so desperately? I could’ve had a nice evening for myself.”

Your friend stands aside, letting his gues walk forward. “I’m sorry for making you stay late.” You recognize the woman as she bows her head; it’s Ningning. She was still in the same clothes you had seen in the picture a moment ago, a revealing short black dress that clung to her body.

You wave her off as you refocus. “It’s fine. Just prepare for the massage. I’m going to talk to your manager a bit.” You point the small woman toward a changing room and look back toward your friend.

You see him heading out the door before you can say anything. “I’m going to get some food. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Hey!” The door shuts, and you’re left alone again. You head toward the window and watch him walk toward a nearby restaurant, shaking your head. “I’m gonna talk that guy's head off when he comes back.”

A small voice catches your attention, “I’m ready.” You turn back around to see Ningning covering herself with the towel provided. “Where did my manager go?”

“He went to go eat across the street. Anyway, please follow me.” You lead Ningning into one of the massage rooms and have her lie face down on the table. “I hope the clothing in there wasn’t too tight. I’m going to move the towel down now.” Ningning nods her head.

You move it down slowly, revealing the tan bra that was provided to all female guests who would rather not be naked. It was thick and padded, meant to be comfortable. Your eyes move down her back, noting her flawless skin. You lather your hands in an unscented oil, rubbing it in between your fingers before placing your hands on her lower back. You apply slight pressure on her back, dragging your thumbs away from the center of her body. “Did you have a good time at the fashion show?”

“It was alright, but the chairs were so uncomfortable. My body started to ache from sitting in them.”

“I see. Is there anywhere that aches specifically?”

“I mean, my butt hurts,” Ningning says with a laugh. You just nod along, creating an awkward atmosphere. You kick yourself for not laughing at her joke. Continuing the massage, you move your way up her back, reaching her shoulder. You could feel the tension in them and increase your strength as you began to massage all the knots out. Ningning groans as she feels your hands dig into her shoulders and release the tension in them. “Ooh, that feels so good.” You focus your efforts on Ningning shoulders, and once they relax, you take a step back.

“I’ll be moving down now.”

“That’s fine,” Ningning moans as she places her head on top of her hands. You move the towel up slightly, keeping her ass covered as you begin to work on her thighs. As you ran your hands across them, you could feel the toned muscles underneath. Working on the one nearest to you, you give her thigh a strong squeeze.

Feeling your hands move across her thighs, Ningning feels her body getting warmer. She used her hands to cover her mouth, struggling to keep her groans from filling the room. Your hands felt good; Ningning could feel a growing wetness between her legs as your finger brushed against the inside of her thigh. Her cheeks begin to turn red as you switch to the other side, starting the process over again. When you accidentally squeeze her thigh a bit too hard, Ningning couldn’t hide her moan—letting the long, smooth sound of her voice fill the room before catching herself. She buries her head in her hands, too embarrassed to look anywhere in the room. You try to ignore it and continue on.

Needing Ningning to turn onto her back, you finally speak up, “Ningning, I finished with your backside; I need you to turn over.”

“O-okay,” She turns herself over slowly, glancing your way. You began to massage her arms, and as you got to her shoulders, you noticed Ningning continually glancing at you. Nearing her chest, Ningning groaned again. She rubbed her legs together, growing more aroused as your hands glided along her body. Moving down to her legs, you noticed the wet spot between Ningning’s legs, and she knew it too.

You tried to ignore it, but Ningning continued to rub her legs together as you tried to massage her. “I…I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be sorry. We’ll just stop here.”

Ningning grabs your hand. “Wait!” She let go briefly before grabbing your hand again. “I-is there any other services you offer?” You understand what she means. Ningning’s voice grew smaller as she went on. “I mean, I see in videos that sometimes masseurs offer special services. Is that an option here?” You were about to reply when Ningning placed your hand on her breast. I can pay you. I-my body just feels really good when you touch it.”

You had to admit that Ningning was a beautiful woman that you’d be lucky to have sex with, and you considered your options. You look at the clock on the wall; half an hour has passed. Knowing your friend, he’d likely be going for seconds right about now and want to take his time getting back. “Alright.” Ningning gives you a soft smile and lets go of your hand. You place it over her slit, the briefs she was wearing keeping your away. Still, it was enough to make her groan. Like the bra provided, the briefs were meant to keep customers more comfortable. Ningning stares at you with lustful eyes as she squirms on the table. You snake your hand under the briefs and drench your fingers in her nectar as you slide your hands along her slit. Feeling your fingers touch her sends Ningning over the edge; you watch her toes curls and eyes shut as she cums at that moment. “I’m sorry. It’s my first time,” She mumbles.

“I…figured.” You reply as you begin pulling down the briefs. Ningning covered her face, her shyness taking over. You turn her body towards you before dropping your pants. Ningning’s eyes become glued to your growing bulge. “It’s not polite to stare.”

“It just looks so big.” Her comment makes you chuckle. You pull down your underwear, revealing your cock to the young woman. She reaches toward it without uttering a word; you feel her soft hand wrap around the tip. “It’s so warm…”

“So you’ve used toys?”

“...yes,” She says shamefully.

“It’s natural, Ningning. No need to be ashamed, but let’s see how the real thing compares.” You tell her as you take a step forward and rub the tip of your cock against her slit. Ningning whimpers and stares at your cock as it runs along her cunt. You lean in, kissing her neck softly as you push your head against her cunt. She wraps her arms around you, holding you closely as she begins to fill the room with her moans. You feel her walls squeezing your cock as you push inside of her.

“Ahh, hold on,” Ningning moans, her hands gripping your shirt. You stop moving, giving her time to adjust. You pepper her with kisses as you wait, softly squeezing her body. “You can move now.”

You push more of your cock into Ningning, watching her expression carefully. You see her shut her eyes and moan as you bury yourself inside her. Her walls are tightly wrapped around your cock, rubbing against the head. You begin thrusting slowly, holding onto her hips to keep her in place. Each thrust brings out more moans from Ningning.

The small woman holds you tightly, wrapping her legs around you as you thrust deeply into her. You could feel Ningning’s walls tighten around your cock, as she neared another climax. “I’m cumming again,” She whimpered. “I’m going to cum.”

You speed up your thrusts, making her cry out from pleasure. You feel her thighs squeeze your sides as she cums. You continue thrusting into Ningning, making her let out a high-pitched whine. Each one was driving her crazy as you overstimulate her. You force your tongue into her mouth as her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Ningning’s arms lose strength. Falling onto her back, Ningning lets out weak moans. You revel in the feeling of her walls clamping down on your cock. When you feel your orgasm coming, you begin to slow down. You pull out entirely and turn Ningning onto her stomach. You press your cock against her cunt, holding onto her waist with one hand. You ram the length of your cock back inside the petite woman, slipping in with ease. As you drive your cock in and out of Ningning, you watch her ass bounce as it slaps against your body. “You’re so tight, Ningning. I’m getting pretty close to cumming.”

“Cum…” Ningning mumbles as her head bobs with every thrust. You feel yourself getting closer. Your hands dig into Ningning’s flesh.

“Where do you want it?” You ask as you ram your cock deep into her cunt. Ningning doesn’t respond to the question, only repeating the word cum. You make the quick decision to pull out, knowing it would only cause trouble if she got pregnant. You pull out at the last moment, painting her back as you spurt cum onto her. Ningning feels the warm cum hit her back, groaning as her mind slowly returns to her.

You check the clock; your friend should be back in a few minutes. You grab a few towels and wipe the cum off Ningning's back. “Your manager is going to be coming back soon. You better get changed.”

“Manager?” Ningning slowly blinks as she realizes. He’ll be coming back soon. She struggles to stand up, and you’re forced to help her get into the changing room while you clean up. You wait by the entrance for her manager to show up, and soon enough, he appears.

“I’m back.” He says with a burp. “Where’s Ningning?”

“You really didn’t hold back on eating, did ya? Did you get me anything?”

“Uh, no, sorry.” Ningning steps out of the changing room looking like she did when she first stepped foot inside, the only difference being her slightly frazzled hair. “Oh, there you are.”

“Sorry for the wait. I struggled with the heels.”

“That’s okay. Let’s get you back to the dorms. Thanks for dealing with her.” Ningning nods her head and follows her manager out the door, picking up a business card before giving you a wink and leaving.

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yandere-daydreams · 8 months

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tw - sex doll au, implied dub/con, unhealthy relationships, possessive behavior, and generally depraved behavior.

You're starting to wonder if you should've gotten a different pair.

You knew what you were getting into when you decided that, of all the androids in Teyvat's stock, you were going to be one of the few brave souls that dared to put two members of the Akademiya Collection that weren't Tighnari and Cyno under the same roof. The salesperson had cringed as you made your selection, your more tech-savvy friends pursed their lips and asked if that was really for the best, and you couldn't mention your specific preferences on any public message board without being berated off the platform entirely. You didn't care, thought. The heart wants what it wants, and apparently, your heart wanted two burnt-out post-grads to rail you into next week.

That's what you told yourself until you got Alhaitham and Kaveh home, at least.

The bickering, you were prepared for. You weren't surprised by the constant passive-aggression, the subtle pokes at Alhaitham's arrogance and Kaveh's bleeding heart, and you managed to stomach it the first time your dreams of a multi-major threesome were dashed because Kaveh mentioned some ancient philosophical principle and Alhaitham couldn't resist the opportunity to correct his wording and you were left bouncing yourself on Alhaitham's cock while he dispassionately flipped through a textbook you haven't opened since you were an under-grad. Minor hiccups, nothing you couldn't forget about when Kaveh buried his face between your thighs or Alhaitham split you open on his fingers while reading your latest research paper aloud, denying you an orgasm for every grammatical error. That part, you wouldn't trade for the world.

The jealousy, though - you could live without that. You've heard that there's supposed to be fail-safes for this kind of thing, measures the developers take to make sure any companion droids can co-exist without tearing each other apart, but their mutual distaste seems strong enough to overwhelm whatever barriers their creators put in place. You've lost count of the number of times there's been a false-alarm in some other part of your apartment while you're on your knees at Alhaitham's feet, how many times Alhaitham's flawless hardware has suddenly 'malfunctioned' while Kaveh has your ankles propped on his shoulders.

Not getting laid, you can deal with, but it's a little hard to be so forgiving when Kaveh spends the better half a day pouting because you took Alhaitham to work and left him at home, when Alhaitham deletes your registered commands from his memory bank because you had the nerve to take Kaveh to a farmer's market that that he'd rather die than step foot in. You've tried to be fair, to divide your time evenly, but they're not happy with that, either. Neither of them would ever say it out loud, but it's clear enough that they both want to be the center of your attention. It'd be cute, if they weren't so spiteful.

The only thing worse than their jealousy is when they put aside their spitefulness, their petty arguments, and decide to agree on the only thing they can ever agree on: that their beloved 'master' should be the one to make up for all those hours of neglect. It's a little like your fantasies, but not quite; your chest pressed against Alhaitham's Kaveh's chin resting on your shoulder, the former inside of you while the latter whispers sweet-nothings against the curve of your throat. It's more violent than anything you ever would've expected from two men so scholarly, more aggressive - teeth buried in your skin, bruises in the shape of their palm painted across your thighs, fingers forcing their way past your lips whenever you so much as consider using your safe-word. You're left strung-out for hours after they're done with you, and Kaveh's free to press himself against your side while Alhaitham tries to pass himself off as the caretaker he so clearly isn't. It's the only time they don't waste their breath on bickering. It's the only time they ever get along.

It's the only time you don't have the strength to focus on anything but your two precious, precious androids.

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astrum-medeis · 1 year

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Rising signs by appearance 💙

Based on my experience.

Take what resonates leave what doesn’t.

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Aries/Mars-asc/Mars in 1st 🐏

Masculine. Childlike faces. Sharp facial features. Foxy eyes. Arched eyebrows. Low centered face. High forehead. Facial scars. Blushes easily. Average or short height. Resting bitch face. May not look too approaching.

Taurus/Venus-asc/Venus in 1st 🐮

Feminine. Nice neck and collarbones. Broad shoulders. Natural, raw beauty. Doe eyes. Long eyelashes. Flawless skin. Sturdy appearance. They appear tough even if they are tiny. Average height. Down-to-earth vibe.

Gemini/Mercury-asc/Mercury in 1st 👯‍♂️

Masculine. Youthful appearance. Flawless complexion. American doll teeth. Mischevious spark in their eyes. Average or tall height. Well groomed hands and nails. Using eyebrows and hands a lot when talking.

Cancer/Moon-asc/Moon in 1st 🌝

Feminine. Soft and kind look. Looks younger than actually is. Big and round eyes. Roundish face. Light and cool shade of skin. Plump lips. Fine or thin hair. Curvy. Prominent chest. Might have weak teeth. Short or average height.

Leo/Sun-asc/Sun in 1st 🦁

Masculine. Bright and shiny vibe. Something very noticable about hair (volume, thickness, texture, cut, colour). Wide forehead. Warm skin shade. Feisty spark in their eyes. Attractive smile. Confident posture. Short or average height.

Virgo/Mercury-asc/Mercury in 1st 🧚

Feminine. Ethereal look. Elves. Youthful appearance. Natural beauty. Sharp and angular features. Small eyes. Cleft chin. Tall height. Slender.

Libra/Venus-asc/Venus in 1st ⚖️

Masculine. Angellic and pure vibe. Flawless complexion. Dimples. Well defined cupid bow. Heart or oval shaped face. Quite symmetrical face. Nice butt. Charming.

Scorpio/Pluto-asc/Pluto in 1st 🦂

Feminine. Magnetic vibe. Piercing gaze. Resting bitch face. They appear dark and heavy even if they are blue eyed blonde person. Sharp features. Prominent cheekbones. Heart or oval shaped face. Deepset or downturned eyes. Average height. Overpowering energy.

Sagittarius/Jupiter-asc/Jupiter in 1st 🐎

Masculine. Youthful appearance. Light energy. Wide and beautiful smile. Happy gaze. Long nose. Longish and oval face. Thick or curly hair. Thick thighs. Long legs. Average or tall height. Slim.

Capricorn/Saturn-asc/Saturn in 1st 🐑

Masculine. Either good or bad bone structure (including teeth). High cheekbones. Fine hair. Dry skin. They look older than they actually are. They may have some tattoos. Average or tall height. Slim.

Aquarius/Uranus-asc/Uranus in 1st 🦄

Masculine. Eccentric vibe. There is something unique about their appearance. They like to stand out. Nice calves and ankles. Probably has dyed hair, tattoos, piercings or just dresses in an unusual style. Average lips. Alien like face. Short or average height.

Pisces/Neptune-asc/Neptune in 1st 🐠

Feminine. Angellic and kind vibe. Moist look. Well groomed feet. Big, beautiful and dreamy eyes. Long and thick eyelashes. Plump lips. Soft skin. Flawless complexion. Can be chubby. Short or average height.

Have a nice day!

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aemvnd · 2 months

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ mini tattoo.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ sry i needed to get this filth outta my system . <3

rafe cameron is the type of motherfucker that wants to put his mark on you, to mark up your soft, smooth, flawless skin in the most nasty, vile, delicious ways he can imagine. all rafe can imagine is branding your soft, vanilla-scented skin with his name—or perhaps, just his initials in some delicate, dainty writing in fancy, cursive letters across your flawless skin. it'll really rile rafe up if you get a mini tattoo of his initials right above on your freshly waxed bikini area, all pretty and sweet and oh, the possessive look in rafe's steel blue eyes is downright dangerous, practically sinful, knowing you'll never be able to truly leave him—not anymore, not since he had slithered his way into your fragile, gentle, and overly sensitive little heart that feels so much love for him, that's just too easy for him to influence. and meanwhile, just as rafe has paid to get his initials tattooed across your skin, forever on your body, for eternity—rafe is just as branded as you're, you also have left your mark on him, only... your branding is in the very center of his heart, your name carved in big, bold letters—you're his, just as much as rafe is yours.

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raysrays · 3 months

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I’ve Got you

Kyojuro Rengoku X GN! Reader

CW: injury,blood, angst-ish to fluff

Scenario: Just because you are a Tsuguko doesn’t mean you get out of going on missions yourself. But what If you don’t return on time? What if you are injured?

Completing missions was never difficult for you, a perk of being a Tsuguko. Personal training by a Hashira has honed your skills. Your technique appears flawless, ensuring success on most tasks. As long as you didn’t run into any upper moons you’d be perfectly fine. Right?

That was your assumption until you reached your destination: a clearing tucked in the heart of a forest. Surrounded by miles of wilderness in every direction. You’d already spent too long traveling a different route due to the weather so you were technically a few days behind.

Upon your arrival, you immediately spotted the clearing, but to your surprise, a demon stood at its center—your target, it has to be.

You drew your sword slowly, cautious not to draw immediate attention to yourself as you approached. Upon getting a clearer view, you studied the demon's appearance intently.

It stood tall, with long white hair and a bluish tint to its skin.

But it must have noticed you staring, as it whipped its head around in seconds.

Its bright red eyes looked terrifying, and its long, claw like nails only added to its unsettling appearance.

You assumed your stance and charged at the demon, employing the breathing technique Kyojuro had tirelessly trained you to master.

However, as you closed the distance, an odd sensation crept over your body, causing everything to seem to move in slow motion.

Looking up, you noticed the demon sporting a creepy grin on its face. With a deliberate motion, it slowly raised its hand, dragging its disgusting claws down your left side.

The sudden surge of pain was intense.

Suddenly, time seemed to unfreeze as you plummeted to the ground in an instant. Looking around, you realized the demon had vanished without a trace.

Not a single hit landed, and it had slipped away.

Despite the searing pain, you attempted to stand, but the agony was overwhelming. Glancing down at your blood-soaked uniform and the wound beneath it, the fight wasn't over.

You couldn't stop now, not with the demon's still alive. That's what you tried to convince yourself.

You attempted to push yourself off the ground, but the pain held you back, causing your vision to blur and your eyelids to grow heavy.

"Am I bleeding out?" The thought flashed through your mind as your head connected with the ground.

It felt like mere seconds had passed when you were abruptly pulled out of unconsciousness by the sounds of yelling and talking.

"Y/N? Y/N?" The voice sounded oddly familiar.

"If you bleed out like this, you'll die in literally the most un-flashy way possible," the voice continued.

Ah, Tengen.

Through the small slit of your eyes, you saw him crouched down in front of you.

"There you are. Glad you're finally awake. I was worried you'd be dead for sure," he chuckled.

As you fully opened your eyes, I noticed that your side had been somewhat bandaged up, though it wasn't exactly top-tier first aid.

He frowned. "Look, I'm aware I'm not Shinobu, but it'll do until we get back."

You nod slowly and manage to push yourself back to your feet.

"How... how long was I out for?" You ask him nervously.

"Well, considering Rengoku paced around HQ to the point where the master sent him off on some pointless mission, I'd say quite a while," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious. How long has it been?" You ask again.

He stops and thinks for a second. "You've probably only been out for a day and a half, but technically, you should have been back two days ago."

Your heart begins to race. You've been out far too long, undoubtedly causing Kyo worry. What if he's angry? Did the master really have to send him off on a mission to calm down?

Your mind races a mile a minute before you finally acknowledge Tengen again.

"Let's head back now. When will Kyojuro return?" Your voice sounds desperate. You want to see him. You need to see him.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Rengoku is probably almost back by now. Like I said, it was just a lame mission to get him to mellow out for a second."

Suddenly, his hard, sarcastic gaze softens with a hint of concern. "Hey, come on, I'll help you back. I know you're probably in a lot of pain right now."

As he extended his hand to you, you finally accepted it. You liked Tengen; he was a good friend to Kyojuro, and really, that's all you cared about. He could be a complete asshole or a genuinely kind person, but you just got lucky today.

It took a while, but he was fast. Together, you both made it back to headquarters in half the time it would have taken alone.

When you finally arrived, he guided you straight to the Butterfly Mansion to get your injury taken care of.

Shinobu took you in and started to properly disinfect and re-bandage your wound.

You stare at her silently as she patches you up. Shinobu always wears that lifeless smile, yet she still looks remarkably beautiful. You know her story and admire her persistence and her invaluable contributions to the demon slayer corps.

"Y/N, you need to rest. I'll have Tengen inform the master about the demon that got away," her voice maintains its usual tone, neither angry nor particularly happy.

"I wasn't able to kill it. I'm sorry," you confess, feeling the weight of failure on your shoulders. That demon may not have been an upper moon, but it was undeniably strong. You almost feel embarrassed. Did you underestimate the demon, or were you too overconfident in your abilities?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Shinobu tilts your chin to look at her. "I assume you aren't used to failure, are you?" Her expression changes; instead of her usual painted smile, this time it seems genuinely sympathetic.

You feel embarrassment wash over you; she read you like a book.

"Y/N, not every mission will end in victory. It's enough that you didn't bleed out on the ground. I think that alone will make Rengoku very happy," Shinobu reassures you.

Shinobu could be extremely harsh, maybe even downright mean sometimes, but right now, she's comforting you. It feels good.

"Thank you, I really needed to hear that—"

You are interrupted by the sound of a crow flying around the mansion.

"Master Rengoku has returned from his mission!" it caws loudly.

Suddenly, the stress floods back over you. You've never been injured like this before. How will he react?

Shinobu notices your reaction and steps back from you.

"I'll be going now. Try to rest up while your injuries heal. I'll check back on you in a few hours."

You watch her leave, wondering if she's going to tell Kyojuro you're here. Does she already know how he'll react to the situation? Is it really even that big of a deal?

Maybe you're just overthinking this. As a Tsuguko, it's understandable that you'd sustain injuries every now and then. As a partner though…it's different.

What was only minutes felt like hours, but eventually, you heard the sounds of the doors to the mansion open.

You recognized those footsteps; you had heard them every day of your life.

Once the doors finally opened, you saw Kyojuro. His eyes scanned you up and down, taking you in before he officially entered the room.

He looked so relieved but also worried as he walked over next to you, sitting in a chair beside the bed.

Before you could say anything, he took both your hands in his and rested his head on top of them.

"Thank goodness you're safe. I was so worried," his voice was quiet and gentle.

You didn't know what reaction to expect, but it wasn't this one.

A couple of moments of silence passed, and he finally lifted his head to look at you again. This time, his face seemed more serious.

"What happened out there? What demon did this to you?" His serious tone wasn't one you ever got used to.

"I'm not sure," you admit.

"If I'm being completely honest with you, I didn't get the chance to learn much about it at all. All I know is that it has the ability to slow down its surroundings, allowing it to attack at a normal rate, and that's how I got here." It felt embarrassing to admit your failure, but his face showed understanding.

Kyojuro knew how hard you had worked and trained, and every solo mission you went on had been a complete success up until this point. So honestly, he seemed just as shocked as you were.

Once he noticed your bandaged wound his serious face changed into a worried and sympathetic one.

"I'm so sorry, sunflower. I should've looked into the mission more before agreeing to let you go. I would never want you to be put in such a position," he said, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear and staring into your eyes.

The embarrassment you tried to shut out just came rushing back in that moment.

"Please don't pity me. I failed my mission. It's all my fault. I understand if you are disappointed, but once I heal, I will make sure to find that demon and take it down."

He looked surprised for a moment, then a small smile appeared on his face.

"Little flame, there is no doubt in my mind that you are a skilled swordsman. I'm grateful not only to have you as my Tsuguko but also as my partner," he said, reaching up and planting a small kiss on your forehead.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, my love. You did your best! As long as you return home to me at the end of the day, I will never be disappointed in you."

Your heart melted at his words. Kyo would never be angry with you. He loved you. All he ever wanted was for you to be safe and happy.

His bright, happy smile made everything in the world seem good again. You wanted to just wrap your arms around him and hold on tight.

Then he stood up, wrapping his arms around your shoulders gently.

You finally felt the weight of the situation being lifted off your shoulders. The demon, the fear of bleeding out on the ground, the idea of disappointing Kyojuro, all of it gone.

Tears escaped the corners of your eyes. You hadn't let yourself cry this entire time, but his arms felt safe. As long as Kyojuro was there to support you, you finally felt vulnerable.

Kyojuro's arms felt so protective around you as you cried into him. He knew the stress you had been put through was probably overwhelming.

And even though he'd never show it, his anger made him vow to find this demon and ensure it would never hurt you again.

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samodivaa · 8 months

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Winter Soldier x Asset!Reader You just returned from a mission—you provoke him, but the tension flicks from anger to fevered desire.

Warnings - smut, smut, he hasn't felt arousal for a long time ;)

Words - 2500

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Soldat wraps himself in anger, with a dash of annoyance, and at the bottom of it all is an icy center of pure horror—the intensity of this forgotten sensation, not bloodlust—it is pure human lust—his metal hand tightens around your neck.

"I'm sorry. Please, let me go now, please" but the trickling sounds of your pleas makes him feel thirsty for more.

It is not lust or infatuation—this is intoxication, a craven’s craving he can't explain nor control. He looks at your eyes—dainty blend of colors, lips are rosebuds, cheeks have the color of flamboyant flowers. You are Summer, he is Winter.

"Again"

"What-t?" Your voice is bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful.

"Beg. Again."

You poorly try to hide your shock. This is an unprecedented turn of events. The programmed machine inside you wants to block that, to scream for help, and the human inside you wants more.

"Please, please, Soldat"

"Fuck…" he mutters.

His eyes are nearly black, the pupils dilated as he pulls away and moves backwards. Winter stays still, but you see a tremor pass through him—as if he is waging a war with himself.

Hydra always plays with his mind, lies to him, but lust is what it is, it never lies—it is real and he feels it, but his apparatus is so rusted that he doesn’t understand what is happening fully.

And it is not only the faculty of love, lust which were sterilized, but also the faculty of imagination—he never imagined that he would do something like that. Now, he involves his mind in the abuse of imagination in erotic matters—fires of lust spring up for the first time and he groans like some baffled prowling beast.

“What is it, Winter?”

He wants to sin with you, to force you to sin with him and to exult with you in sin.

“Soldat?”

He feels the lust’s presence moving irresistibly upon him, a presence subtle and murmurous as a flood filling him wholly with itself.

“I need to touch you, I need—”

A litany. An enchantment. A curse.

He explores you from a distance as he makes several steps backwaters, with his unspoken desire, with the fear that touching you would set him to flame. And you want nothing more in that moment than to prove very much the opposite.

“Do it then”

It's enough for Winter, to hear the soothing whisper of comforting words countering the panic and the frostiness of darkness in his soul.

At that, he makes a harsh, low sound. His eyes exude insinuation and you know it.

You are both alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness, he starts to transfigure—by his monstrous way of life, this seems—beyond the limits of reality.

He tries to bid his tongue so that he might seem at ease, watching you as you shamelessly undo your dirty cargo pants and shirt.

As he stands silent, watching you undress—you are breathtakingly beautiful as you stand there in the dark, the dim lights letting your skin look ghostly pale. When you make steps towards him, he instinctively tries to make several steps backward, but the wall behind prevents it.

You come over to him and you embrace him gaily and gravely, arms holding him firmly by the waist, his eyes couldn't help, but move down at your cleavage, exposing the flawless skin—dozens of inappropriate thoughts suddenly rushes through his head when you let out a small sigh of frustration.

Seeing his face lifts to yours—serious as he feels the warm, calm rise and fall of your breast.

“Samodiva—”

You suddenly kiss Soldat, his head tilting to meet your mouth, lips warm and mobile as they play against his own in a medley of light brushes and soft nibbles. The kiss lingers, each tantalizing caress is his answer which he is too afraid to say out loud. Gentle, but your kiss becomes deliberately seductive. Settling on his lower lip, you draw it into your mouth and suck at it softly, lips, tongue and teeth working in sensuous harmony as his cock jolts to life and you move your hips closer, framing the hardness.

It is too much for him.

He closes his eyes, surrendering himself to you, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of both your hands and softly parting lips—his flesh shrinking from what it dreads and responds to the stimulus of your touch, his long forgotten sexual needs—purely a reflex action of the nervous system.

You catch yourself staring at the sensual curve of his lips, the impressive cut of his jaw, devouring every part of him with eyes.

And then, weakness, confusion and inexperience fall from him in that moment—your eyes bright with brutish joy meets his—ferocity burns in his gaze promising something primal—your soul shriveled up as he snatches you up around the waist and sits you on the metal table nearby.

You are in his hands—you have to comply.

It is the impatience of the way he tears your panties and bra from your body that really scares you: the lust getting the better of him and you spread your legs wide, exposing your overall and the fragrance of the essences permits in the air, he can smell it.

Reaching out, he grabs your chin

“Have you done this with the others?”

His human fingers dig into the skin, forcing a whimper from your parted lips.

Holding you in place, he awaits for a response

“Yes-s” your voice is quiet, almost lost in the helpless darkness of his presence.

Soldat haltes, blue eyes frosting.

He slams his metal fist down on the table

“I forbid you” he whispers before running the tip of his tongue along your neck, tasting the sweat that has just formed.

There is a stubbornness about you that never can bear to be frightened at the will of the Winter Soldier. Your courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate you, but this time you feel helpless as fear spreads to every part of the body.

The unmistakable flare of jealousy narrows his eyes—there is that infamous control of his hovering on the edge, balancing precariously on the point of a knife, it makes your breath hitch.

The primal lust, the sheer need to claim you, quickly finding ways to express his sacred hunger to you in animal passion. He relishes that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being human, his flesh is being born again.

This demon is made for you—his dark eyes and possessiveness have you hooked, his darkness frightens, soothes, but now that darkness is lustful—half god, half hell.

Soldat is a wraithlike observer most of his life, but he takes control for the first time and there is a theatrical quality about all this—he is irreparably damaged, but with your scent filling his nostrils there seems to be a some primitive male instinct as his throat tighten with a hunger he never experienced before—it draws him in deeply, imagining that was how hot sex smells.

“Ти си моя” he says low and quiet and as vicious—his fingers, caressing your tights simultaneously, spreading them further apart.

You feel your heart beat faster, your face flush, and your ire rise, you avoid his cold stare, reeling at his words—you are mine—his hands gripping your hair firmly in a show of dominance, making you face him before Soldat quickly delves into a deep and possessive kiss, his lips are full and warm, soft against yours, but the kiss is hard and desperate.

"If Springtime crawls out of the wild mouths of flowers, then surely, Winter crawls out of mine."

He smirks against your lips when you can't hide your moans, your hands slowly snaking their way around his shoulders, pulling him closer, the intrusive need to be consumed by him.

“Be quiet”

He huffs nonchalantly, stalking closer to lick at the crook of your neck as he runs his hands along your sides, the flesh one stopping just below your breasts—but the metal one flicks your nipple with his thumb as he passes it. He rubs in a slow circular motion as he observes your reactions.

You don’t know when he moves his human hand, but his fingers down to your burning sex, separating your folds and running a thick finger over the slit. He could smell your arousal and knows he needs a taste of you—a groan tears out of his throat.

“Be quiet” you want to mock his own words, but you breathe out heavily and hard as you say them.

You thought he would have a clever reply — something to win, something to shut you up.

In a way, you guess he did.

Your hands tighten on his biceps as he inserts a second finger, your fingernails scrape into him, and the slight pain is pleasurable, knowing he is one giving you pleasure—hypnotized by your velvety moans—you are panting, mouth watering.

You keep your eyes open for as long as you can, hoping that your brainwashed, imperfect memory would capture even just half as much as his.

It suddenly occurred to him he doesn’t know your real name, he wants to call you something.

“Snezinka” His voice is deep and guttural, the word rumbling and vibrating against your neck. It caresses your skin almost sensually

“My snezinka” (snowflake) drawls in a voice too playful for the fear flooding your veins.

You moan quietly again, eyes finally fluttering close as he twists his hand just so, delving two fingers deep within your wet folds below and curling them.

You can feel him: his breath coming down on your neck in heavy, hungry pants, his fingers drawing out teasingly and forcing your hips to buck at the motion. With a hum of pleasure, he lets his fingers slide almost all the way out and his throat tightens at the feel of your channel bearing down, trying to hold on to him as he withdraws completely.

Winter reaches between your bodies and begins to unbuckle his pants. His breathing comes in louder and harder as he tries to control his emotions and movements.

His palm runs along his hardened length, stroking himself slowly—

You suddenly pull him by the straps of his harness and he needs to brace himself using the table on both sides of your body—he grunts at your aggressiveness and strength.

A tentative smile on his lips.

“Snezinka…I was not going anywhere” he taunts and presses his lips to yours.

He looks at you with a vicious smirk, as if he’d won something.

In a way, he supposes he has.

His husky voice reaches a playful tone he hadn't touched on in years, decades—he doesn’t know.

Winter holds his cock by the base of it, running the tip up and down your pussy, making sure to linger around your clit.

Your mouth opens and closes several times, your vocal chords struggle to produce words, but your lips simply move in silence, your hands winding through his hair. You wrap your legs, quivering from fear, sexual yearn at a height you never before felt, around his waist, pulling him to you as he poses and you whine, his head creeping in first before his whole penis is engulfed into your wet sex, your pussy stretching around him, he keeps his descent slow and torturous.

Painfully sweet, he moans—

feeling him impale you onto his cock, stilling in you for a moment so you could feel just how deep he is—enjoying how the metal hand grips your waist tightly.

You are not soft or feminine; you are a hard-edged and cold brainwashed machine, crowned in razor wire of hate. For him, you have always been a flower—he takes your thorns as a challenge. Winter will have you scorch with the savagery of his cruel passions and needs—until you are conditioned to bloom in his flames.

He groans, fucking into you harder now, the head of his cock hitting your cervix as your eyes, water up at the sensation of being so stuffed as he gives you more and more—him fuckin you like that flips your brain inside out and turns your cunt to pudding.

Winter leans near your ear, holding your jaw still, with flesh digits, as he speaks.

“Talk to me, snezinka, how do you feel?” he grunts and you shudder, lips pucker from the grip he has on you as you try to speak.

Gasping for breath, you writhe mindlessly in his grasp, only to find yourself easily restrained—all you can do is tighten your legs around him, trying to usher him to fuck you again.

You are annoyed at his cockyness

That's why you sink your nails into his shoulders, scrabbling for purchase against the fabric, then fisting one hand in his hair. You pull hard on the wet locks, gasping when your violence earns you a particularly hard slam of his hips.

Sin is a lustful state—he actually likes it.

“Do it again” he commands—thrusts grow jerky.

You tug his hair again.

“Солдат-” (Soldat)

And that’s all he needs to hear before he starts ravaging what you’ve just called him—pounding into you, setting an unrelenting pace, clutching him hard as the pleasure spirals up and up.

He hisses, teeth gritting with the sole purpose of making you cum before he does.

The force of his thrusts is making the table quake, but your quiet moans of approval are so satisfying he keeps at it and you starts clenching around him—deliberately massaging his cock, orgasming wordlessly as he continues to fuck you right through it.

He hides his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent sharply as he keeps rutting hard inside of you—your cunt convulsing around him, trying to milk his cock, is making his thrusts sloppy—several incoherent thrusts lead him to come inside, a roar rumbling in his chest.

He wraps his arms around you, and you sink into his chest, marveling at how easy this feels. You both don't accept touch easily, but with him, it seems natural.

Your newfound foundation is rocky, because you make a home in each other’s skin and memory—the damage is beginning to show. You are ready to self-destruct, there is very little left to kill anyway—which makes this tragedy less and more much, much more worse.

What actually led to this situation?

You always help each other undress after the missions, but this time your mind wanderers as you remove the small glove from his metal hand—flashing between images of various memories of killed people and imagined scenarios, you wouldn't have thought of outside of this hazy consciousness—but

Wanting makes the mind restless

He blinks at you, eyes looking perfectly indifferent—and yet, delight in yours; the moment you develop an idea is the exact moment you execute it—you give the hand a squeeze before the chemical desire to taste it overpowers everything in both your mind and body and you bring the fingers to your mouth, dipping two inside

His metal hand is an erotic necessity

—you feverishly lick, drenching them in your saliva, moving your tongue along his fingers all the while.

He suddenly moves, grabbing you by the neck hardly, demanding an explanation.

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authorhjk1 · 9 months

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Stairway to heaven

Shin Yuna X Male Reader

You knew you were in for a rough ride as you saw her coming over this morning. Spending more and more time with each other, Ahin and you started to work out together. It seemed to be a good idea at first, especially after what happened last time. But as she keeps showing up, your routines get interrupted more than once.

Right now, you are sitting on the bench after doing a couple of reps of pull ups as your eyes wander to Ahin.

Unfortunately, she is working out right in front of you. Just two or three meters away. Her loose pink pants aren't able to hide anything as she does her squats.

You don't know if she is doing this on purpose or not, but today, she wouldn't even have to. Her outfits are usually well balanced between slutty or comfortable. It usually doesn't interrupt your workout, but makes you stay longer in the gym for obvious reasons. And since the gym is in your basement, Ahin seems almost too comfortable to wear what she wants.

Just like today. You don't know what fabric it is, but it looks very soft. Except for some silver writing, her outfit is all pink. Her pants do look loose, but you can see more than enough of her butt, whenever she moves down. The flawless skin on her back glistens a little with sweat in the light of the lamp on the ceiling.

Since she isn't facing you, you can't see her front, but the picture is still burned into your mind, since she last turned around. Her pink top seems way too small. Although you appreciate her showing off her midriff and back, you are sure, that when Ahin would raise her arms over her head, you would see more than you could handle right now. That the glistening silver letters over her chest seem to be spelling "juicy" is just mean in your opinion.

But this isn't the biggest problem you have today. You chuckle slightly. You wish. No. It's her hair. You were shocked, when she stood in front of your door, waiting for you to step aside to let her in. Ahin's blonde hair got replaced by pink since the last time you saw her. You really liked blonde Ahin. She always looked like a mix of cute and sexy.

But pink haired Ahin seems to be the devil himself. No matter how she looks at you, it makes a familiar feeling creep into your lower body. The new hair makes her look sexy at all times.

And it doesn't help at all, that she is wearing an outfit with matching color, which shows more than you want to see, while you work out.

Shaking your head, you clear your mind of all the thoughts, which keep you from working out in peace. None of them are innocent.

Getting off the bench, you get into your old position, standing on your tiptoes under the bar above you. Barely reaching it, you jump, before you resume your workout. Once again, only one thing is the center of your attention. It's as distracting as it is motivating.

After a couple of pull ups, you catch Ahin slightly looking over her shoulder. There are mirrors on almost every wall, except for the one she is facing. She has to look behind her, or to the walls on her left and right to see if you are looking at her. As you do lock eyes with each other through one of the mirrors, you see Ahin barely smirking. Keeping your gaze focused on her eyes, Ahin lowers herself once more. You can see how far she moves downward. She stays in perfect position, almost touching the ground with her butt.

You can't help but let your eyes flicker between hers and her ass. Wanting to keep working out, you try to forget the image of Ahin sitting like this on your cock. Damn it! Once it popped up in your mind, you can't let go of it.

The pull ups keep getting more difficult as Ahin doubles her efforts to convince you to participate in another kind of workout. She licks her lips seductively, while she stays in this squatting position.

You shake your head, telling her to stop. Ahin gives you a wink, right before your last repetition. You almost fall to the ground once you are done. You feel the sweat cooling your upper body. It might have been a bad idea to workout out shirtless, like you usually do. Ahin seems to be misinterpreting your choice of clothing.

While you catch your breath and ready yourself for the next round, you watch Ahin standing up and turning around.

"What?"

She is kneeling down a few meters away from you.

"What is this?"

"What do you mean?"

Ahin gives you an innocent smile.

You watch her as she starts to slowly lift and lower her upper body again and again in a steady rhythm. She reaches behind herself, holding her pink hair in a messy ponytail.

"Stop it. Whatever you are doing, stop it."

"I'm just working out. I don't see your problem."

You almost believe her innocent look, but the corners of her mouth expose her mischievous smile.

"What kind of workout is this supposed to be?"

"I'm sure, you would want me to do this."

"I doubt it."

You get back under the bar after taking a gulp of your water, ready to restart.

Ahin's pace is slow and seductive as she moves her hips up and down.

"This is just practice."

"For what?"

You realize within a split second that this question would be your downfall.

"For riding my boss's cock."

Shaking your head, you hear her calling you again by your nickname.

"I have to make sure that my boss works out properly."

"I am. Or at least I would without your distractions."

"But this kind of workout isn't fun enough."

You could tell her that workouts aren't supposed to be fun, but you let it slide.

"Please? This burns just as much calories. And it's also more fun."

You sigh in frustration. Maybe you should stop working out with Ahin. In your mind, you already know, you lost this round. There is no way in hell Ahin is going to let you resume your workout now.

"Come."

You motion her towards you and Ahin jumps off the ground.

"Thanks, boss."

She gives you a cheeky smile.

After having more and more sex with Ahin, she slowly starts to lose her shyness, when she asks for it. Which really hurts your workouts.

As soon as she is close enough, you pull Ahin towards you. Giving her a heated kiss, you make sure to take some of her hair into your hand as you hold her head. Smiling into the kiss, she knows that she is going to get what she wants.

After making out, you push Ahin towards the ground, while she already plays with the waistband of your shorts. As soon as you are naked, she dives right in. Her mouth swallowing your cock as if she starved for days. Which doesn't make sense, because it has only been a day since she last sucked you off.

Feeling Ahin slobber all over your shaft, you promise yourself to make this quick. You have a lot to do today and the way Ahin looks won't make you last very long anyway.

Her eyes are on yours as she takes your cock, while you hold her hair in a makeshift ponytail. Guiding her head, you take control of Ahin's movements. The young woman has always two different kind of looks, when she is horny. The first shows that she wants to enjoy herself. Take her time, have fun with you and so on. But the look she has on now, tells you to use her. To use her to make yourself cum as fast as possible.

Ahin takes it as a compliment, when you can't last very long, although she doesn't miss the chance to tease you about it.

The lewd sounds she is making fill your basement as you use her mouth. At first, like usual, Ahin's eyes are focused on your face, wanting to see how good she makes you feel. That's why you are surprised, when she glances away occasionally.

Catching her again, you follow her darting eyes. You realize that she is watching herself in the mirrors. One of her hands supports her weight as she is leaning forward, while the other rubs her core underneath her pants.

"You are such a slut."

Ahin chokes in surprise. Because you shove her further onto your cock and that she got caught.

"Can't help but watch how I fuck your face, can you?"

She manages to slightly shake her head, the ponytail swinging from side to side.

"Look at yourself, while you choke."

You give her only a second to look at the mirror, before you force yourself down her throat. Finally holding her head in place, Ahin can't do anything but watch. She sees how her throat moves, while she tries to breathe through her nose. You go deeper, until you are finally completely inside of her.

Ahin starts gagging and slowly, spit starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth. The two of you watch her becoming a mess on her knees as she chokes on your cock. As her body tries to get some air, you feel her throat massaging your shaft.

Reaching downwards, you fish her phone out of her pocket.

"This is proof that you are a little slut for my cock."

You feel Ahin shiver as you take a couple of pictures through the mirror. Knowing that you don't have to worry, since she will check her phone before she leaves, you save a picture as her wallpaper.

Hearing Ahin gag once again, you close the phone, before you slowly push her off your cock.

Breathing heavily, she can only stare up at you, not knowing what to say.

"Let's see if we can take some more."

Still holding her hair in your fist, you start walking to the wall on your right. Ahin has to crawl after you, her face still messy with her own saliva.

As you make her kneel right in front of the mirror, you see a small smile playing on the corners of her mouth. She expects you to fuck her mouth again.

Instead, you pull her upwards, making her stumble to her feet.

"Put your hands on the glass."

You whisper in her ear. Ahin's eyes are wide open as she does, what you told her. Not wanting to play around further, you pull her pants off her hips, letting them hang around her knees.

Pressing yourself against Ahin, you let your left hand wander over her toned stomach, towards her core. Your face is next to hers as the two of you look into the mirror.

"I'm going to make you watch yourself as you cum."

"Yes. Please make me cum, boss."

When Ahin is still able to mock you with that name, you haven't been rough enough with her.

It doesn't take you long. As soon as your fingers enter her snatch, you watch Ahin's face fall apart. Wrinkles form on her forehead as her eyes lose focus. Her eyes and cheeks flush red, while her mouth opens, to let out moan after moan.

"Please.."

In a matter of minutes, the seductive young woman has become a stuttering mess. Begging you to make her cum, Ahin rubs her thighs together.

"I need it. I've been a bad girl. Make me watch, please."

You kiss her neck, before looking into the mirror again.

"Three."

On instinct, Ahin closes her eyes. She can feel that she is close to a stronger orgasm. Seducing you has that affect on her.

"Open your eyes."

She has to force herself to follow your order.

"Two."

Her glazed over eyes beg you to count down faster.

"One."

Ahin whimpers in anticipation, trying to hold it in, until you tell her to cum. Wanting to make her wait, you make the small pause longer. As she is about to close her eyes again, you finally release her.

"Cum."

Ahin shrieks, barely able to force her eyes to stay open. She climaxes around your fingers as she shakes. You hold her upright as you watch her through the mirror.

"Good girl."

You found out, that Ahin likes to be praised after she cums. It makes her feel even better, when she comes down from her high.

But you won't give her enough time to enjoy it, you align yourself with her pussy. Ahin still breathes heavily, as you push inside of her.

"Fuck!"

She is still tight from her orgasm, her juices making her insides feel like a waterslide.

Pressing onto her lower back, you bring her into a standing doggy style position. Ahin's head falls between her arms as you start to fuck her.

"I told you to watch."

With your right hand, since your left is now holding her phone, you take a fistful of that pink hair of hers. Pulling on it, you make Ahin look up.

"So good."

She moans into the mirror, her face mere centimeters away from it. Despite being right handed, you switch the camera on her phone to recording videos. Starting to film the mirror, you fuck Ahin faster, making her eyes roll to the back of her head.

It takes her quite a while to realize she is getting recorded. You could swear that her pussy squeezes you even harder than before. Her eyes are now glued to her phone as her vision gets shakey with every one of your thrusts.

It somehow turns you on as well, knowing that you could rewatch this scene again. Ahin, her palms pressed flat against the glass, while her mouth hangs slightly open. That wrinkle on her forehead and her dark, desperate eyes. Parts of her pink hair falls over her shoulders, while you scooped up most of it.

The thought about sending it to your phone and using it, while you are away, pushes you further towards the edge. Although you don't have a problem with fucking other women, Ahin is always different. It feels more intimate with her. You always know how far you can go, even though she doesn't tell you. The both of you experiment together, knowing that you are taking care of each other.

You start to miss her, when you are away. Now, you have at least a couple of minutes of her, whenever you need it.

Being able to recognize how close you are, Ahin tries to make you cum as well.

"Please, cum. Cum on my face, baby."

Her breathless tone turns you on even more. But you remember that you still have to punish her for interrupting your workout.

"I want it dripping down my face. Please."

You see her legs buckle, knowing that she can't take your pounding for much longer. Her nails scratch on the mirror, as she tries to hold onto something.

"I'm gonna cum."

You see her smile into the mirror. A smile of satisfaction and pleasure as she waits for you to cum on her face.

Not even having to say anything as you pull out, you see Ahin kneeling down in front of you. But instead of cuming on her face, you aim higher. Three thick strikes of cum paint her otherwise pink hair. The contrast of the pink and white looks beautiful.

Remembering her punishment, you use all you have left, to paint the mirror right above her head. A big spot forms on it as a few small streaks start to flow down.

Ahin pouts at you, visibly disappointed.

"Your punishment for making me stop my workout."

Before she can give a snobbish reply, you nod towards the mirror.

"Are you not going to lick it up?"

Without a word she straightens her back, barely able to reach the spot. You record her as Ahin's tongue moves over the glass. First, she captures the streaks, which were trying to escape from her mouth, before she focuses on the bigger spot. Licking it clean, she makes sure that not a single drop is left.

Closing the camera on her phone, you watch her gulp down your cum.

"You really are a cum hungry slut."

Ahin sticks out her tongue at you, which is as clean as the mirror already. No surprise there.

"Keep practicing that position from earlier, maybe it will come in handy."

You tried to mock her not so subtle advances, but Ahin only responds with a big smile.

"Take a shower."

As she stands up, you can't help but eye your cum, which is still staining her pink hair.

"What about you?"

"I have to finish my workout."

Ahin nods as she steps out of her pants, it's not like anyone is going to see her upstairs. Before she reaches the door, she looks back at you.

"You know I always take a long time. Try to make it quick."

And with a last wink, Ahin disappears.

"Didn't you want to buy a company or something?"

You tear your eyes off the screen of your computer, glancing at Ahin.

"Korean Air. Why?"

"Well,"

She steals one of your tomatoes, before she keeps talking.

"you just told me, you are opening a restaurant."

"I don't see the problem."

Your chopsticks evade hers as you take some of her kimchi.

"Aren't you doing too much at the same time? Buying an airline and opening your first restaurant?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you read through the email you just wrote, before answering.

"The buying isn't that difficult. And I have a manager for the restaurant. I don't do everything alone."

Ahin nods, before drinking some of her tea.

"When is our flight?"

"I'm leaving tonight."

"What about me?"

She puts her cup back on your desk. Raising your eyebrow in confusion, you eat some of your rice.

"I thought we were flying together. And the opening is only on Monday. That's next week."

"I have work to do."

You flick her forehead lightly.

"And so do you."

Ahin rolls her eyes.

"I can just say I'm sick. We can fly together."

You scoff in disbelief.

"You know you are talking to your boss?"

The woman in front of you shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm also talking to the man who banged my head against the shower wall, while he fucked my brains out today."

You shift around in your chair, feeling a little guilty as you see the small red spot on her forehead, where her skull met the glass this morning.

"You asked for it."

Ahin nods knowingly, before emptying her tea.

"I did."

"As far as I know, you still have that photoshoot on Saturday, which means you will leave afterwards."

"You know my schedule?"

Ahin wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Yes. So I can make sure you don't find me, when you are off work."

She pouts as she crosses her arms in front of her. Chuckling, you eat more of the meat, which is lying on the plate between you two.

"I still don't get, why you had to invite other celebrities to your opening."

Looking up again, you know exactly whom she means.

"I told you before, she is really popular. If I'm lucky, it means I can start my own line of restaurants."

"Am I not popular enough?"

Ahin gives you a hair flick, while showing off her side profile. You are not good with relationship stuff, but even you get, that that's a trick question.

Instead of answering, you get off your chair, leaning over the table. You look at Ahin's surprised eyes as you hold her chin.

"You are my girlfriend. Nothing is gonna change that."

You just wanted to make sure that she feels good, but you realize too late what you said. Ahin's eyes grow wider, before a huge smile forms on her face.

"Girlfriend?"

She blinks at you cutely.

Rolling your eyes, you get back into your chair.

"Yes."

Looking at the monitor, you try to hide your nervousness. You don't know how exactly she is going to react after this. Hearing her heels on the marble floor, you see her standing next to you. Before you can react, Ahin holds onto your tie, while straddling your lap. Her lips meet yours as her hair falls onto your shoulder.

When you read her dm on Instagram, you thought it was a scam. Since she doesn't have an official account, it could have been possible that someone saw you two and was going to blackmail you. But the message didn't support that theory.

"I still remember that day in the dressing room."

You do check the messages you get on Instagram once in a while, because there are some people, who would like to work with you or ask for advice or want an interview or something. But you usually ignore everything else. That one is different though.

Waiting for another message, your nervously play with your pen. Ahin left your office an hour ago, after trying to strike a ridiculous deal with you, but that's not important right now.

"I can't wait for you to fill me up. I want all of you inside my ass, this time."

Your heart beat starts to become slower again as you realize, whom this account might belongs to. You are still not sure though.

When there aren't any more messages, you decide to take the bait.

"Prove it's you."

After she sends you a picture, your guess turns out to be correct. Still doubtful though, you check the Instagram page of her group.

"Send me one, you didn't already post."

"Like this one?"

She already looked stunning in the first picture. Her long black hair almost reaching her belt, while the open blue top shows off her midriff. Her denim skirt is so short, that you are surprised her company was okay with her posting it.

The second picture shocks you even more. Its almost the same as one of the other pictures she posted. Except, the official one seems to be only the upper part of the original picture. Shin Yuna seems to have lost her skirt. You can see the orange panties she is wearing and her delicious butt cheeks from the side.

"Believe me now?"

For a second you wonder, why she contacted you like this, before you realize she doesn't have your number. And she doesn't know you officially, which means she can't ask her manager or something. Now you are glad you got an account. It was only supposed to serve as a marketing tool for your person. You only uploaded a couple of pictures of yourself and a few nice places you've been to. You only use it to communicate with some of the people you work with.

"Where are you? Get that delicious butt over here."

"Yes, daddy. Please cream pie my ass."

After giving her your location and telling her to meet you in the parking lot, you get on your way.

Although she told you it would take about half an hour, you always get held up by people as soon as you leave the office. Just like today. While standing in the elevator, you greet the person, who enters through the doors on the 8th floor.

"Sajangnim."

The man bows deeply and you feel a little uncomfortable. You have been in Korea for a while now, but it's still weird to have people bow to you. Especially in a 90° angle.

"Please..."

You motion him, Mr Choi if you remember correctly, to stand straight again.

"What's going on?"

You noticed the concert look on his face.

"Well, we are having trouble with YG again."

"YG?"

Through Ahin, you started to learn more about Kpop during the last weeks (through others as well), but you still have trouble with company names.

"It's for the singer on Monday, next week."

He is about to say her name, when you realize, whom he is talking about.

"I remember. What's it about?"

"They told us, she has a conflict in her schedule. And unless we can't pay for her stay in Paris, they will have to cancel on us."

You furrow your eyebrows as the two of you reach the 4th floor. As the door opens, more people get inside. You get out and Choi follows you.

"They signed the contract five months ago. We made sure to sign her this early so this exact situation does not occur."

"I know that, sir. But they are saying they can't do it."

You want to take your frustration out on something, but you remember you are standing in front of one of your employees. You hate it, when people don't keep their promises.

"Fine."

You shrug your shoulders.

"Tell them she doesn't have to come. We will find someone just as suitable as her. I'm willing to go to every other company in Korea, if I have to, to find someone as popular as her."

You watch his eyes grow wide.

"But..."

You shake your head.

"Tell them, they can either do what our contract says, or get lost."

"Y-Yes."

He looks worried, but he turns around to leave.

"Mr. Choi."

He turns around after a couple of meters.

"Tell them that in that exact tone. Exactly what I just said."

You can see his face become pale, as he stares at you with an open mouth. Finally he nods, before he dashes off towards his office.

You sigh in annoyance as you wait for the elevator again.

The young singer wasn't just supposed to attend the opening of your restaurant. She was also supposed to be a long time model for it and future explorations into the food market, if things took off well. You and YG would both lose millions of dollars possibly, if you couldn't make this work. No. Correction. They would. You could just find another model, just as popular as her. Wonyoung pops into your mind. There is no way she is going to say no, if you ask her. You would only have to deal with her company. And if she is as important to them as Ahin said, they wouldn't say no as well.

You were held up three more times, before you finally reached the underground parking lot, underneath the building. Waiting at the elevator doors, you are still fuming because of YG, your mood ruined.

But when you see Yuna step out of one of the cars, you shift your focus onto her. Although her post is already a little older, you see her wearing the same outfit as she walks towards you. Her smile is covered by her mask, but can't be hidden, due to her eyes.

"Hello, young lady."

You greet her, when she finally reaches you.

"Are we going to...?"

She looks around the parking lot. A little scared it seems like. Letting out a laugh, you shake your head.

"Come with me."

Getting into the elevator, you press the button for the 19th floor.

You see Yuna struggling to hold it in. Her thighs slowly rub against each other, while she shifts from one foot to the other. Glancing at the security camera, it's your first time hating that everything in this building is cought on camera. Except for two places. Your office and the roof terrace. As your house is off limits for anyone but Ahin, so is your office. Your girlfriend didn't say anything about that. But it was the place, where she confessed and you don't want to take another woman there. The roof it is.

Once the elevator door open, you guide Yuna towards the staircase, which leads to the roof. Since this is the floor where your office is on, you see Mi-ra through the glass doors as you walk past.

As soon as the both of you are through the door, which leads outside, you pin Yuna against the wall next to it. One hand closes the door, while the other takes the mask off her face. She still looks as pretty as last time. Her big dark eyes are dripping with lust as she is finally about to do what she wanted to do, since she last met you.

Yuna was unable to stop thinking of you, after you fucked her ass. She tried everything to recreate that feeling, but nothing came close to it. Her frustration build up further, until she figured out how to contact you. If she couldn't have done so, she would have become crazy with unsatisfied lust already.

Now, her eyes close in anticipation as your lips meet hers, while you hold her right cheek in your hand. Forcing your right knee between her legs makes Yuna moan. She can feel the metal object inside of her, stimulating her most sensitive spot, whenever she moves. Her lower lips are already wet with her juices as she thinks about, how you are going to take her ass.

While you invade her mouth with your tongue, Yuna is able to steal a glance around the rooftop terrace. Maybe on the wooden bench over there? Or the table next to it? She can feel herself becoming hotter by the second. Maybe your going to bend her over the balustrade? Or just right here against the wall?

Yuna's breath hitches as she feels your hand on her thigh. As your fingers glide along her flawless skin, she regrets putting on underwear. Earlier, she was too afraid of the object in her ass to fall out, but now she wishes you had better access to her core.

Although her skirt is short enough, you can't reach underneath it without breaking the kiss. It's to tight around her legs to hike it up comfortably, the material working against you. Instead you reach behind Yuna with both hands. When a deep groan escapes her mouth, while you squeeze her ass cheeks beneath her skirt, you know why she was so impatient in the elevator.

"Looks like one of your holes is already stuffed. Maybe I should just fuck your pussy."

"No."

Yuna breaks away from the kiss, her eyes wide.

"Please fuck my ass. I-I'm gonna take it out."

You didn't expect her to be this scared. As she tries to reach under her skirt, you hold her wrist. Without looking away from her eyes, you reach down with your free hand. Slowly unbuckling her belt, you see her bite her lip. Letting the big denim belt fall to the ground, you think about using it later. Yuna has to move her hips a little for you to be able to pull her skirt down. Once it falls down around her ankles, you see the orange panties she was wearing in the picture.

You are glad it's still summer in Korea as you pick Yuna up. She slings her arms around you for stability as you walk with her in your arms. You sit her down on the wooden table, where you sometimes eat lunch, when the weather is nice. Just like right now, but you already ate dinner. Let's just say Yuna is dessert.

Freeing her of her underwear, you part her legs, before you get a taste. You lick up all of her nectar, which is already glistening on the skin around her pussy. This is not the first time you eat her out, so you already know what she seems to like.

A heavy sigh escapes Yuna's lips before you start to make her moan. Your tongue doesn't miss the tiniest spot as you lick everywhere you can. Her lips, her pussy, her clit. You draw different patterns on her core, using it as a canvas for your tongue. While you kneel in front of the table, your hands hold her thighs, making sure you have enough room.

"Oh god!"

Yuna squirms on top of the wood as she feels the tip of your tongue flick against her clit. She has been longing for this feeling, since she last sat on your face. Penetrating her lips with one finger makes Yuna's head fall back.

At first she tries to quiet herself with her hand, but she can't keep it up for long. Moan after moan escapes her lips as you devour her core. Feeling her thighs beginning to shake, you know it is only a matter of moments, until Yuna reaches her high.

With a loud gasp, she cums around your finger. You keep your pace up, while Yuna slowly leans down onto the table. Her hips buck weakly in your direction after her orgasm. As if her body wants more.

"Get up."

It takes her a moment to do so. At the same time you walk over to the door, picking up her belt. Turning around, you motion for her to come to you. Originally, you planed to fuck her on the rooftop, but you have a better idea now. Unlocking the door with your card, you open it, before pushing Yuna through it. She looks a bit confused, but is too slow to react, when you bend her over the steel banister of the staircase.

"Wait. What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

Pretending to be oblivious to her worries of getting caught, your hand keeps pressing down on her lower back.

"Anyone could see us!"

Yuna's voice becomes higher.

"So? Don't move your hands."

You place them on one of the lower bars of the banister, before you use her own belt to tie her hands to it.

"I-I can't be caught!"

"Really?"

You reach between her legs, feeling her juices slowly running down her thighs. Although she just came, this is more than you expected.

"Are you getting off on this?"

Yuna shakes her head.

"Of course not."

"I think you are though."

This time, you push two fingers inside of her pussy.

"Babygirl."

Her body responses to the nickname you used for her last time. Seeing a glimpse of her metal butt plug, you deliberately ignore it. You have time to play right now. Your flight doesn't leave without you anyway.

"I-I don't-"

Her words are interrupted by a moan as your fingers are now as deep in her as they would go.

"Fuck!"

Yuna sighs loudly, her voice slightly echoing in the stairway.

"Ah, wait. I think we left your clothes outside. We shouldn't let anyone find them, do we?"

To Yuna's dismay, your fingers leave her snatch almost as fast as they entered it. Walking through the door, you leave her alone.

The young woman can't move. She tries to get out of her belt, but you tied it tight enough. She closes her eyes, hoping no one would come up. She can hear herself breathing heavier as she is certain that this is the end of her career. Although she wants to scream at you, wants to tell you to let her go, she can't help but crave more. She already misses your fingers inside of her again. Becoming more desperate with every passing second, she can feel the small metal object in her ass even more. She shifts around, trying to get more friction out of it. The little pleasure, which rushes through her system, makes the heat grow in her core.

Finally coming back, you see Yuna shifting around, her back and ass facing you.

"Did someone come in?"

You are able to make your voice sound as nonchalant as possible.

"N-No. Please, fuck me on the roof. Not here."

"Who said I'm gonna fuck you?"

"What?"

Yuna's surprised tone makes you chuckle.

"Please I-"

Before she can complain or beg, you make use of her panties dangling in your hand. Stuffing them inside her mouth, you quiet the young girl, before leaning towards her ear.

"Don't spit it out. You don't want to be heard, do you?"

She shakes her head in desperation.

Resuming your previous position behind her, you pick up where you left off. Your two fingers move inside Yuna's tight cavern again, until your curl them upwards to find her g-spot. You know you found it, when Yuna lets out a squeal through her panties. The light orange already turning darker with her build up spit.

With a steady rhythm, you finger her pussy from behind. Your left hand is holding her head down, forcing her to look down at the stairs beneath her, in case someone might come up. Of course she doesn't know that you are pretty much the only person who uses the rooftop occasionally, which makes it even more fun.

Yuna still tries to hold in her moans, although she can feel how she is losing control. Your fingers keep rubbing that rough spot inside of her. Her core starts to warm up slowly. Her hands hold onto the banister, searching for more stability as her legs start to feel like jelly.

"Fuck!"

Her head drops even further as you hear her through her panties. Taking a look from the side, you see that half is already dangling out of her mouth. It swings slowly with the rhythm of your thrusts.

You can hear her pussy getting wetter by the second as slight squelching noises fill the stairway. They are only silenced by Yuna's continues moans.

Finally letting go of the back of her head, you see Yuna raising her head slightly. Her black hair falls onto her still covered back. Reaching around her, you feel her half naked midriff, trying to find the zipper. You saw earlier that she is only wearing some kind of jacket.

She nods her head vigorously as you find the small metal object at her front, not wanting her panties to fall out of her mouth.

You interpret her nodding as a plea to keep going. Instead, Yuna suddenly let's out the loudest moan yet. Her legs shake as she cums on your fingers. You keep your pace up, wanting to make a mess of her, before you start to fuck her. Her small cries are muffled by her panties as her orgasm dies down after a couple of moments.

But your continuous movement makes it unable for Yuna to recover. The small heat wave, which struck her body when she came, still lingers inside of her. Ready to burst out once again at any moment.

Your hand, which has finally undone her zipper, doesn't help her either to calm down. Reaching underneath her bra, you cup her breasts. Yuna's moans continue to become louder once more. Your fingers inside her snatch keep rubbing her g-spot, while your fingers on her tits play with her nipples.

She can feel that familiar feeling rising up inside of her again. The warmth which threatens to wash over her body. And with another deep, dark moan, Yuna climaxes for a second time in just a matter of moments.

She slightly stumbles forward, leaning further over the steel bars. You hold her in place, making sure she doesn't fall over. It wouldn't be a dangerous fall, but it would definitely ruin the mood.

Her frame trembles as you whisper into her ear.

"One more?"

You can't hear what she is saying. Her words are as big of a mess as her body and her panties make it even harder to hear what she is saying.

"One more it is."

You take matters into your own hands, quite literally, as you resume your work on her body.

"Please no!"

You catch a glimpse of her falling panties as Yuna tries to back away from you.

"I'm too sensitive. Please. I can't."

You make her yelp as you spank her right butt cheek.

"Let's see how loud you are with your mouth free."

"No, wait."

You continue to rub the spot you are already over stimulating, while you squeeze her breasts. And indeed, Yuna's moans are louder than before. She feels like her pussy is on fire as you push her towards her third orgasm within just five minutes.

You see her hands shaking around the metal bar she is holding onto as you finger her without a break. Yuna tries to stop you, but the words which leave her mouth make no sense at all.

Your hands leave the young girl's chest immediately to cover her mouth. Despite her loud moaning, you heard footsteps approaching the door underneath the two of you. When you make her go quiet, you can almost sense Yuna's eyes widening, without having to see them.

Hearing the door open, you resume to finger her snatch, after having stopped for just a moment. Now, she shakes her head. Her hair flying around as she tries to tell you to stop.

"Sajangnim?"

You hear your secretary's voice from underneath the stairs. You are glad it's her, everything else would have been more than awkward.

"Yes, what is it?"

Yuna moans into your hand as you keep fingering her. Despite her fight back earlier, it seems like she is enjoying this.

"Is everything alright? I heard someone scream?"

"It's alright, Mi-ra. Just a video from my phone."

"I see, sir. Can I do anything for you?"

"Would you mind coming up here for a moment?"

Yuna shakes her head wildly once more. Your pace becomes faster as she hears the first of Mi-ra's heels on the lowest step. You kiss her right cheek teasingly as she hears your secretary take another step. And one more. Despite her fear of being caught and the pleasure, which is spreading through out her body, Yuna is able to count the steps, which are remaining, before she would get discovered. Six. Six more steps.

"Do you want her to see you cuming?"

You whisper into her ear, knowing her answer before she does.

While Mi-ra takes two more steps, you wait for a reply, but Yuna is unable to answer. The heat in her body keeps rising, while she is desperately trying to keep quiet. With every second her hope of you joking around becomes smaller.

There are only two more steps, before Mi-ra will finally see her.

Bend over the banister. Her hands tied to it with her own belt. You fingers buried inside her cunt. The small blue jacket is still open, showing off her grey sports bra which she threw on before she left the dorm. Her hair already a mess, while your hand covers her mouth, making her breath through her nose.

Yuna's eyes widen as she sees the back of the brunette's head. One more step.

"Show her how hard you can cum. Show her what a good babygirl you are."

The young girl moans deeply, this time your hand is unable to silence her. But at this time, she is already too far gone to even realize how loud she has become.

"Look into her eyes as you cum. Then I'm gonna let her watch, while I fuck your ass."

As you fuck Yuna's pussy with your fingers, you try to time the moment perfectly.

"Cum."

It suddenly feels like time has frozen. Like this moment will continue forever.

Mi-ra's head is turned halfway as she rounds the corner of the staircase. You, making Yuna cum on your fingers as you let go of her mouth at the same time. Yuna, who is bend over the steel bars, making eye contact with your secretary as a loud moan escapes her lips. Her mouth hangs open as the two seem to stare at each other for what feels like hours.

And then, everything begins to move again. Yuna shakes as you feel her juices flowing down her naked thighs. Mi-ra covers her mouth with her hand, unable to look away from the climaxing idol. You can't help but smile at her expression. Glancing at Yuna from behind, you see her cheeks turning as pink as they could in embarrassment.

"That's a good girl."

You kiss Yuna's neck, while she tries to recover from her fourth orgasm within 15 minutes.

"S-Shin Yuna?"

The young girl hides her face behind her hair as your secretary recognizes her.

"Seems like you caught us, Mi-ra."

You smile at her teasingly.

"You weren't exactly quiet. And I saw the two of you, when you walked past."

She smiles back, knowing what is coming next.

Unbeknownst to Yuna, the two of you have an agreement going. Although Mi-ra has a long time boyfriend, she admitted once that he wasn't the best in bed, after you caught her getting off on watching you with another woman in your office. You asked her to join the two of you, but she refused, wanting to stay loyal to her boyfriend, emphasizing that she truly loves him.

But in Mi-ra's eyes, watching, porn or in this case you, to get off, isn't cheating. Instead, she is able to convince her boyfriend to try new stuff, hoping the sex becomes better. You don't know why exactly he isn't able to satisfy her, but you never asked, since she didn't tell.

From this day forward, whenever Mi-ra catches you having sex in the company building, she is allowed to watch and play with herself in the process. Except for the two or three times with Ahin, she caught you on every occasion.

Like this one. Mi-ra takes in the scene in front of her, after Yuna has settled down. The idol's hands, which are tied to the bars, her naked lower half and her open top.

"You don't mind her watching, do you?"

It's a rhetorical question, since you already know the answer. If Yuna was really against it, she wouldn't have cum as hard, when the two made eye contact. The fact that drops of her juices still run down her thighs is evidence enough.

As soon as you asked the question, Mi-ra is already reaching past the waistband of her skirt. You have never seen anything of her, since she never removed any of her clothes. She is really set on this "no cheating" thing.

Slowly kneading Yuna's ass cheeks, you pull them apart, revealing her butt plug for the first time. It looks like a basic metal one with a rubby as handle. Pressing your thumb against it makes Yuna moan as she jolts forward.

"You see Mi-ra, we have a special guest today."

If you remember correctly, she never saw you having anal sex.

"This little slut likes my cock in her ass. Am I right?"

The question is directed at Yuna, who moans in response as you slightly pull at the metal object. It barely moves. Although Sohee undoubtedly as the best ass you have ever seen, you wonder if Yuna might be even tighter than her.

Mi-ra's wide open eyes show you that she never had anal herself. But she tries to look past Yuna's body, wanting to see what you are doing with her.

"She is such a slut, you know?"

You tug at the butt plug once more.

"Didn't even bring lube. How do you expect me to fuck you like this?"

Yuna's head is still hanging down as she doesn't have enough strength to look up and meet your secretary's eyes.

"J-Just do it like last time. Make me gag on your cock, before you fuck my ass."

Pretending to think about it, you finally nod your head.

"We could do that, of course. But how are you supposed to give me head like this?"

You playfully tug at her arms.

"Please untie me, daddy. Use my throat to lube your cock."

You hear a sigh from Mi-ra, who is playing with herself, while watching the two of you. It looks like Yuna forgot about her for a moment, her cheeks turning pink once again, after hearing her.

"That doesn't sound very convincing."

"Please make me choke, daddy."

Yuna responds immediately, almost out of habit. Afraid that you could change your mind.

"Fuck my throat, until I can't breathe. Use me as a flashlight, before you fuck my ass."

You honestly don't have to hear more. You feel your cock growing in your pants at her words. Reaching forward, you begin to untie her. Once Yuna's hands are free, you spin her around.

Her face is right in front of yours as she gives you a light smile. Instead of kissing her, you reach around her neck. Yuna's eyes widen as she feels the fabric of her belt on her skin. Once you close it, there is still enough left of it, which isn't around her neck, which you can use as a leash.

"What are you waiting for?"

You see Yuna's smile fall as she looks down at your crotch. She can already see the outlines of your cock as she feels the belt slightly pressing against her throat. It feels to her like your secretary's eyes are made of fire as she feels her gaze burn into her back. Yuna is still shy, but even she knows that she can't play innocent anymore.

Dropping to her knees, while your hand his holding her makeshift leash, she realizes that she starts to care less and less about your spectator. As your clothed crotch is right in front of her face, Yuna has only one thing in mind.

After she got rid of your pants and underwear as fast as possible, Yuna immediately begins to suck your cock. Her patience is gone, once she knows how close she is to having you inside of her once more.

You groan as she starts without any teasing. Her lips wrap around your cock, while you feel her tongue underneath your shaft. Yuna's hand is still holding your base, slowly stroking the part of your cock, which she doesn't reach yet.

Tugging at her belt, you make her look up at you while she takes more and more of you into her mouth. Her big eyes meet yours and you see how much she is enjoying this. It seems like she either completely forgot about Mi-ra already, or she is actually getting off on being watched.

Either way, the woman on her knees in front of you keeps her lips sealed tightly around your shaft. By now she has reached her hand, which she is now using to hold onto your thigh.

You look over at your secretary, who is slowly falling apart on the landing a few meters away from you. Her hand is in her hair, seemingly holding onto it, while she watches an idol giving you head. She can't believe her eyes as she sees Yuna on her knees in front of you, her own belt tied around her neck. As if she is in a trance, Mi-ra's hand leaves her hair to reach for her throat. She never even thought about this fantasy possibly coming true. But there she is now, slightly choking herself as she imagines how she would suck off her boyfriend.

Except for Yuna's slobbering on your cock and Mi-ra's occasional moan, there isn't much noise in the small stairway. But you make sure to change that as you feel how Yuna is reaching the limit of her mouth.

Being the nice gentleman you always are, you push inside her mouth, making the transition from blowjob to deep throat as smooth as possible. The young woman feels your cock down her throat as she keeps going. Knowing that it's going to be painful without lube, she makes sure to drench your cock in her saliva.

Slowly but surely it starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth. At least half of your cock never leaves Yuna's mouth at this stage. The rest is glistening with her spit. Repeatedly feeling her throat muscles tighten around you, you start to hear her choke. It sounds really good with light echo in the stairway.

The way Yuna looks up at you makes this extremely hot. Up until now, you were fine with just watching and enjoying. But seeing her like this, you want to make a mess of her face.

Your hands both move to the sides of her head, while you let her belt fall.

"I'm going to ruin your face now."

Yuna's eyes become bigger. Before she can even nod, you already thrust inside her mouth. Her head stays in place, while your hips start to move at a steady pace. The sounds of Yuna choking and gagging become louder as you continuously fuck her throat.

You are not going very fast yet, but some of her spit is already dripping down her chin, after it escaped her mouth. Small bubbles start to form on your cock and her lips. She tries to keep her eyes open to look at you, but eventually, Yuna feels like she loses all senses. Her eyes fall shut as she feels a tear run down her cheek.

The young girl's throat becomes sore as you keep fucking her without a care about her wellbeing. Of course you actually do and if she wanted to, she could signal you to stop, but Yuna is too far gone to even think about stopping. Her mind is blank as you use her mouth like she wanted you to. Like a flashlight. That's all she is to you right now. Nothing more.

Yuna's tears start to mix with her spit as more and more roll out from underneath her eyelids. The spit bubbles on your cock and her lips increase in numbers and so do her chokes and gags.

At one point, you can feel that you can't use her much longer. You feel her muscles squeezing your cock with every thrust, trying to make you cum down her throat.

But Yuna made it clear where she wants you to cum. Finally slowing down, you give her time to recover a little. By now, both of you have almost completely forgotten about your spectator.

Mi-ra is still standing on the landing, close to her own orgasm as she watches you violate Yuna's pretty face. You can't really call it standing anymore though, since she is leaning almost fully against the white wall behind her. She slid down a little as if her legs lost all their strength to support the rest of her body.

Yuna coughs slightly as you finally release her head from your grip. She backs away a little, recovering from your assault on her throat.

"I-I hope you use my ass like that too."

She gives you a week smile and you can't believe how good she still looks. Although she only had light make up on, you see that her lipstick is almost completely gone. Her tears are all over her face, while her spit is glistening on her lips and partially still dripping down her chin. She wipes it away as she gets off the floor.

"How do you want me, daddy?"

You think about it for a moment, you could bend her over the banister of course, but "been there, done that". You need something new.

Scanning the small stairway, your eyes graze over Mi-ra, who hasn't cum yet, but looks like she might as soon as you start to fuck Yuna. In the corner above her, there are small pipes running along the wall, which disappear again on the other side. They are not right underneath the ceiling because of some mistake during the planing process of the building. It wouldn't have happened, if you were in charge, but you only bought it, not built it. It seems to serve your new found purpose though.

Since Mi-ra is almost 10 centimeters smaller than Yuna, she doesn't have a problem with the pipes above her head. But Yuna might barely be able to reach them.

You grab her belt and make her follow you down the stairs. After only a couple of steps, the two of you are on the same hight as Mi-ra. She watches you, eyes big in anticipation for what's coming next.

"Mi-ra, wound you mind getting Yuna's panties for her? We don't want someone else to come in and watch."

"Yes, sir."

As polite as ever, Mi-ra bows, before walking down the stairs with unsteady steps, trying to find the item you are looking for. While she does so, you pin Yuna again the wall. Looking down at her, you undo the belt around her throat, which is a little wet due to her spit.

"Or do you want more people to watch you?"

She shakes her head as she looks up at you.

"Really? No one? I'm sure every guy here would love to watch Shin Yuna getting fucked hard into the wall."

You see her bite her lip, before she answers.

"I can't wait for everyone to come here. I just want your cock now."

Her hand finds your wet cock as she lazily strokes you.

When Mi-ra comes back, you use the orange panties to shut up Yuna. She started to get impatient, while your secretary got her panties. Her lewd words almost made you take her immediately.

You were able to resist and now you can turn Yuna around, while her mouth is stuffed yet again. Making her raise her arms, you reach upwards as well. Since you're taller, you can easily reach one of the smaller pipes, while Yuna's hands miss it by just two or three centimeters.

Making use of her denim belt, you tie her hands to the pipe, after checking if it's hot or loose.

Mi-ra is standing in the corner again, her feet almost touching Yuna's.

"Now that I got you all tied up, I'm gonna use you like the slut you are."

"Yes, please."

Her words are barely audible through her panties. As you reach down, you start to play with her butt plug once more. You make her squirm and moan, while you enjoy the feeling of her ass against your cock.

Once you have enough, you begin to pull out the small metal object. It takes a while as you do so slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Yuna's head leans against the wall and you see her hands forming fists, before opening them again. She has nothing to hold on to.

When you reach the part, where the butt plug becomes bigger, you knead her right cheek, while you keep pulling. Yuna gasps, not able to even try to hold it in. She barely managed to put it inside of her a few hours ago. Being able to relieve that feeling makes her pussy glisten with arousal.

The young woman breaths heavily as you keep pulling and pulling. For her, it feels like you are taking forever. When you finally do pull it out of her, Yuna sighs heavily. She feels empty now, needing something to close the hole, which just opened.

Your finger traces the outlines of her puckered hole, while you hand over the butt plug to Mi-ra.

"I'm gonna need it later."

She nods hesitantly, before she holds onto it.

"Finally."

You whisper into Yuna's ear, as you line up your cock with her hole. It still opens and closes slightly as if it has a life of its own. Slowly pushing against it, you feel Yuna's body trying to suck you inside of her.

Although loosened during the last hours, her muscles still grip your cock very tight as you start to enter her. Yuna moans deeply into the orange fabric, trying to find an outlet for her pleasure.

Standing right next to you, Mi-ra now has a better few of what's happening as before. She watches you penetrating the young woman from behind. You keep her ass cheeks apart with your hands, while hers are tied to the pipe above.

You remember that you were only able to fuck Yuna with half of your cock. She wasn't able to fit more inside of her. But due to her butt plug and her spit on your cock, it seems like she prepared herself to take more. Slowly, you start to reach her recent limit. Her tight hole swallows your cock, holding onto it with a strong grip.

"Fuck."

You can't help but moan occasionally. Her ass feels so good as you hear her groan into her panties. When half of your cock finally fills her, you realize that Yuna is standing on her tiptoes. Your hands are still placed on her cheeks, but you are holding her up slightly, giving you a better angle to penetrate her deeper.

You see her nodding as you pause for a second. A nonverbal question, if you should continue.

"You are such a slut."

You whisper into her ear as you push further inside of her.

"You want to take all of my cock?"

Yuna nods once more.

"Yes, please. I want to cum on it."

You barely hear her words.

"You want to cum on my cock?

She nods again, her long dark hair falling down her naked back. You were too busy with her face or her ass, that you didn't realize that she lost her top, until now. Burying your face in her hair, which seems to smell like roses, you keep going further. Her tightness is maddening.

You hear a light sob as you finally bottom out inside of her. Yuna's ring of muscles squeezes your cock, barely enabling you to move. You lean against her with your full body, your chin resting on her shoulder. Taking her panties out of her mouth temporarily, you whisper into her ear.

"Fuck, you are tight."

Yuna moans in response.

"I'm only so tight for you. Your cock stretches me out so good."

"Do you think you can take my pounding?"

"Yes, please. I need you to fuck me hard."

You slowly begin your long journey out of her. Not wanting to go too fast too soon, you take your time as you pull out of Yuna. Her small whimpers show that, although she feels a little pain, she loves the feeling of your cock in her ass.

"Oh god. Turn me into your slut, please. I want to feel that cock in my ass everyday."

You realize too late, that her mouth is still empty.

"I need you to fuck me so hard that I'm constantly gaping. I want you to loosen my ass so much that you can use it like a flashlight. I'm your personal flashlight. My mouth, my ass-"

You have to put her panties back into her filthy mouth. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to hold back to immediately fuck her, which probably would have been quite painful.

Meanwhile, you hear moans on your right. Glancing at her, you see Mi-ra fingering herself as she watches you slowly retreating out of Yuna's ass. She bites her lip as only your tip remains inside the younger girl, who moans through her panties.

You start kneading Yuna's cheeks again, trying to make her let loose. Pushing inside of her once more, you go a little faster than before. Your weight against her back pushes Yuna into the wall in front of her. She turns her face to the right, her left cheek pressing against the cold grey surface. Her eyes are shut tight as she feels you bottoming out inside of her.

The moans which leave her mouth are muffled as you pull out of her again. When her eyes open for a moment, you see her and Mi-ra locking eyes. The pace of the older girl's hand has become faster by the second and you see how your secretary is pushing herself to her orgasm.

Once most of your shaft has left Yuna's ass, you slowly start to fuck her. You push her into the wall with your thrusts. Her cheek rubs against the rough surface, surely leaving a mark. Your hands on her butt alternate between light kneading and firmly gripping.

Although you are still going at a slower pace, Yuna is already in heaven. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her mouth hanging open. Her panties would've fallen to the ground, if you wouldn't shove them back into their rightful place every few thrusts. Her arms start to become tired, but she doesn't even feel that. She is only able to feel one thing. Your cock in her ass. How it stretches it out. How it goes deeper and deeper, until you are completely inside of her.

She isn't the only one, who feels like she is in heaven. You are there too. Your heaven is called Yuna though as you feel her muscles' tight grip on your shaft. You are able to pick up the pace a little, but not too much. Compared to Ahin this morning, this is just a light pounding she is taking.

Your thoughts are interrupted, which weren't very bright at the moment anyways, as you hear Mi-ra orgasm on her fingers. You heard it a couple of times before. And although she is always trying to be as quiet as possible, she is usually having a hard time to control herself. You look at her as her hand takes a fistful of her hair, while her left keeps rubbing her clit, at least you guess that from her movements. She bites her lip to quiet herself, but her moans still echo through the stairway, trying to compete with Yuna's.

Thinking about that, you realize that Yuna has been suspiciously quiet. Turning your attention back to her, you see her panties on the floor. She is unable to close her mouth and you see a string of her saliva slowly growing longer as it falls from her chin. You watch her as Yuna keeps drooling as if she lost her mind. Her hands, which occasionally tried to get out of her belt, are now motionless. She almost feels like a dead weight as you keep fucking her ass.

You know that, if it would be too much for her, she would tell you. So you keep thrusting into her, enjoying the sight of a mindless Yuna.

After having been inside of her for a couple of minutes now, you feel how she starts to accept your cock more easily. It's not a fight anymore to push inside of her. It becomes even more enjoyable, since now, you are able to fuck her faster.

And as you do so, you get an immediate reaction from Yuna. She lets out a deep moan and seems to slowly come back to her senses. In her state of mind, the only thing she feels is your cock inside of her. To her, it feels like this is her only existence. As if it the thing she has been craving for her whole life and will be craving for, after you are done with her. Her world has been reduced to your cock in her ass and she knows there are only two things, which are going to happen inevitably sooner or later.

As Yuna feels her core starting to become hotter, she knows that one of those two things is happening at any moment. She feels like her senses are heightened, which only means she feels even more of your cock. Yuna wants to tell you. She wants to tell you that she is going to cum. That she is going to cum on your cock.

"I-I-I.."

But she can't form a sentence. You know what's coming as you see her face. Her eyes shoot open and Yuna's mouth forms a big circle. She can't even scream or moan, too tired is she. She can only stare in front of her as she cums on your cock. Waves of pleasure wrack her body over and over again. She feels like this one is way more intense than the others. It feels like she can't stop cuming.

"Fuck."

You hear Mi-ra's muffled moan and you look to your right again, seeing her cum on her fingers. The girls' moan in tandem after both of them just came. You on the other hand, are still waiting for Yuna to recover. Not stopping your thrusts, but slowing down, you keep fucking her ass.

You can feel yourself slowly approaching your own orgasm. Even though fucking her ass has become easier, her body is still trying to squeeze the cum out of you. Quite literally.

Once she has come down from her orgasm, Yuna looks over her shoulder at you.

"Please. I want your cum now. This is your ass now. Cream pie my ass. Claim it."

Her words make you thrust inside of her harder. Yuna's moans become louder yet again. She tugs at her belt, but she still can't get loose. Your hands on her cheeks pull her towards you, while you thrust inside of her. You make her take your dick again and again.

Yuna still feels the slight remains of her last orgasm as you are already pushing her towards her next. She never came this much before. She doesn't get it. Why?

Because of you? Because you are taking her ass? Her eyes fall on Mi-ra, who is watching, her eyes almost closed as she keeps her hand in her skirt. Or because of your secretary?

Is that it? Yuna feels you pounding her into the wall. She tries her hardest to keep her thoughts collected and sorted, but it's hard.

She feels even more embarrassed than before as she is feeling that warmth in her lower region once again. Mi-ra must think that she is a total slut. Cuming again and again on your cock.

Yuna hides her face as she feels your cock in her ass, making her run towards the edge as if there is no tomorrow.

"Fuck."

You groan as you feel yourself approaching your own high. It has been a long time coming, but you tried to hold it in. It's not like you get this kind of opportunity often.

Yuna's ass keeps squeezing your cock.

"I'm gonna cum."

You are finally arriving at the point of no return. You can't stop thrusting inside of Yuna. With every stroke you get closer and then, Yuna cums once again.

Her body shakes and she moans into the wall. Her thoughts are washed away by the waves of another orgasm.

"Give it to me."

Her weak voice reaches your ear, once she has come down from her own high.

"Please give me your cum. I need it."

You try to hold on. 10 more. Just ten more thrusts.

Yuna's ass takes all of your cock with ease by now. There is no need to hold back for her. The only thing the two of you are thinking about is your cum. Your cum in her ass.

"Please breed my ass! I need your cum!"

Yuna's filthy words don't help with you reaching your goal of holding out a little longer.

"I have waited so long for this. I can't even tell you how often I touched myself, thinking about this and -fuck!"

You lean against Yuna as you cum in her ass. Just like she wanted. Rope after rope of your cum paints her inner walls. The warm feeling inside of her returns, but it's not an orgasm this time. She feels your warm cum inside of her, flooding her ass.

The palms of your hands are pressed flat against the wall as you try to keep standing. Yuna's ass feels amazing. If you had time, you would take her for a second round. But you are too tired, your plans are calling you and she has her own life as well.

"Mi-ra?"

You open your hand and reach forward, waiting for the small metal object. Once you feel it in your hand, you kiss Yuna's right cheek. It's red and warm. Slightly lifting her head off the wall, you see that the profile of the wall is imprinted on her left cheek. It's going to fade away, but you wonder if you were a little too rough.

You feel her ring of muscles squeezing you one last time, while you pull out of her. The friction around your cock almost makes you hard again, but you really have to go.

Once you leave her ass, you see her hole. The pink flesh is partially coated with white cum. Yuna's asshole slowly opens and closes slightly as if it is waiting for more. You realize that it's more stretched out than before as you slowly push the butt plug back inside.

It enters her with ease and in no time the Ruby handle is resting where it rightfully belongs. Between her porcelain like cheeks, which admittedly are a little red.

Your cum is now stored inside her ass, only a small streak was able to escape as you pulled out. Yuna didn't even flinch as you put the butt plug back in.

"You loosened my ass so much."

She gives you a weak smile and watches as you start to take off her belt.

"I'm afraid I have to start using bigger things to keep your cum in my ass from now on. A simple butt plug might not be enough."

She rubs her wrists, once she is able to turn around fully.

"I gotta get back now. I don't want Lia unnie to find out that I stole her toy."

Yuna takes her belt out of your hand and starts looking for her clothes.

"Mr. (L/n)! It's nice to meet you."

You shake hands with the man in front of you.

"I'm glad you are interested enough in my restaurant to be at the opening."

"What can I say? If it's yours, it can't be bad, can it?"

You chuckle drily.

"Trust me. You don't want to open one yourself, Mr. Hugenay."

(Don't know how to pronounce it correctly 😅)

"Well, it seems like I'm not the only famous person, who is eating at your restaurant soon. And for some weird reason they are all staying here as well."

You laugh as he chuckles.

"It is the closest hotel to the restaurant."

"Indeed it is."

He shakes your hand once more and is about to walk off, before he decides to add one more thing.

"I have seen the model you got for your new branch. Hope I'm gonna sit next to her during the opening."

He winks at you, while walking off.

You sigh as the Frenchman reminds you of her. Having much on your plate, you weren't able to meet her yet. Checking the time, you realize it's 9 pm. This is a good time as any.

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Thank you so much for reading everyone!

I hope you made it this far. Unfortunately, once again, my brain went into overdrive while writing this. I really tried to keep it short after I reached the 8k mark. But..... 12k it is.

I'm also afraid that I'm a little behind on Ahin's hair color, but I mean look at her. And because I didn't write then, I'm getting it out of my system now.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless. Have a great day!

Just one more thing before you leave:

Someone messaged me and gave me some advice about changing the story a little. Up until now I structured the chapters like this, so you could guess while you read ,who it might be and find out during the story. Do you want to keep it that way? Or would you rather have me put the name of the person behind the title and a picture at the beginning? Please let me know. Because I also write on Wattpad, I wouldn't change my writing. Only pictures and the name.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #male reader #kpop gg #itzy x reader #itzy #shin yuna #yuna #ahin momoland #lee ahin

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you only do this if ur comfy with it<3 okay so Enid has a big crush on Carl's gf(reader), and he notices they way that Enid looks at her, so he lets her eat out the reader then fucks her in front of Enid<33 sorry if this is too much

I know that y'all probably already forgot about me, really sorry for the long break, but writers block is a bitch. Anyways, I'll try to post more often now, during my break I watched a lot of stuff so I will post something other then twd (hopefully) soon.

gosh, i really hope i did well and you like it, thank you for the request, I'm really sorry this took so long!

Kind of Enid centered?, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, jealousy, possessiveness, no condom

English us not my first language so there might be mistakes!

"His"

Love was a complicated thing, it was cruel and fucked up, it destroyed the very person who felt it yet there was something addictive about it, something that made you want more. And loving a person that loved somebody else was even worse, Enid experienced it herself, the feeling, the need for somebody who would never look at her the same way. It was absolutely destroying, devastating and still so perfect and sweet. It was a drug that gave you the best high, but left you in pieces, crying into your pillow about being so stupid.

Enid was convinced that (Y/N) — Carl's girlfriend, was the prettiest girl in the world. Her hair was soft and healthy, which seemed impossible during the apocalypse, her skin flawless, angelic face, beautiful long lashes, she was a true goddess in Enid's eyes.

It wasn't a strong feeling, it wasn't anything major, just a simple crush, an admiration. Maybe it was because her options were very limited and a beautiful girl was better than a sweaty dick-brained boy, maybe Enid's hormones kicked in and it was just lust that she felt for (Y/N) or maybe it was a real feeling, something that could've developed into something beautiful if only given a chance.

It didn't really matter what it was because Enid knew that acting on her feelings would only destroy their friendship, her and (Y/N)' as well as her and Carl's. She kept her feelings locked in somewhere in the deepest part of her brain, allowing it to resurface only when she was alone.

It also didn't matter what Carl felt, maybe it was a weird fetish, maybe his risky, experimental nature took over, maybe his possessiveness over his girlfriend or simple pity he felt for Enid. It didn't matter why, it didn't. What mattered was what those fings led to. And they led to Enid sitting on Carl's bed, in front of (Y/N), eyeing her plush, pink lips.

"Hey, it's okay" she smiled, tearing the brunette from her thoughts. "I'm kinda nervous too"

Enid swallowed, Carl's words echoing in her head as she braced herself for what was about to come.

How about you eat (Y/N) out?"

A bold suggestion that seemingly came out of nowhere messed with her head until the only thing she could think about was warm, hopefully, wet cunt she was about to dive in head first. Her mouth started to salivate as she imagined sweet taste of (Y/N) 's pussy on her tounge. Her body tingled with anticipation as she simply nodded her head and carcassed the lace of her crushes panties.

(Y/N) twitched nervously beneath her touch, it probably should've made Enid rethink her actions and slow down a little, but it only drove her mad even more, she was too drunk on the feeling to slow down. The girl's uncertainty only made Enid want to corrupt her even more, destroy her innocence until the only thing left would be her wet pussy throbbing, begging for more.

Love was an ugly thing, it filled you with need to destroy the very person you cared for, fuck them up in the most horrible way and leave them wanting more. At least that's the kind of 'love' Enid felt right now. She wanted to completely and utterly destroy (Y/N) for everyone else, leave her in pieces only she knew how to put back together

Carl acted as he'd heard her thoughts, because he grabbed (Y/N) by the hair and pulled her close. Their lips met in a heated, aggressive almost, kiss, it seemed like Grimes felt threatened by her. He kissed his girlfriend deep, keeping eye contact with Enid as if he tried to show that (Y/N) belonged to him and only him, he was only lending her to Enid, but she still was his possession. They played a dangerous game that could only end badly.

"Enid..." (Y/N) whispered, like she was embarrassed, like she didn't want for the other girl to know how good she was making her feel with just a couple of touches and her breaths right against her soaking pussy.

That one word, her name said in such a desperate way lit a fire inside if her once again. In this moment she realized how much she needed this, it felt like she was starving and there was a delicious three course meal right in front of her. She gently nudged the wet spot on (Y/N)'s panties with her nose, when she got another whimper in return she couldn't control herself any longer, she liked a stripe against the material, finally getting a faint taste of her crushes juices.

The girl arched her back, her soft thighs wrapped around Enid's neck, almost suffocating her. If that was her reaction now, how would she act later? What kind of noises would she make? Will she scream Enid's name or will she get embarrassed again and let out only quiet moans muffled by her own hand? Will her legs start to tremble when she'll be reaching her climax? She had to know. She had to know right now.

Her hands were shaking with anticipation, but she still somehow managed to pull her underwear down. When she finally saw (Y/N)'s cunt, soaked, clenching against the air, ready for her, she could swear she could see God himself as she ascended to heaven.

She put her mouth on the other girl's pussy and an absolute divine taste reached her, the scent was overwhelming, she couldn't breathe. She lapped on her pussy, like she was starving, like she would die if she stopped only for a second. It felt like the entire world was in her hands with her tongue between the swollen folds and her thumb in her clit, teasing slowly.

What took her back to reality was a sigh. Carl's sigh to be exact, only now had she noticed that he had his mouth on (Y/N)'s plump breast, sucking on the nipple, while his hand teased the other one. Oh, how she dreamed to have her face burried between those, especially when the girl wore something a bit more revealing.

They both acted like predators feeding on their prey, like they were fighting over her.

Fingers joined Enid's tongue soon enough and (Y/N) let out a loud moan of approval. She wanted to absolutely destroy that pussy, to feast on it until there was nothing left. She closed her eyes and hummed enjoying herself, the girl's legs trembled and her thighs squished Enid's neck even harder. They were in the moment, only them counted, the whole world consisted only of the two of them on this bed.

Suddenly Enid's felt (Y/N) move back and she looked at her confused, only to find Carl impatient and annoyed at being left out of the fun. His arm wrapped around his girlfriend's waist, pulling her close.

"That's enough" his voice raspy and unusually deep, dripping with arousal. (Y/N) let out a disappointed whimper, like she didn't want her time with Enid to end. "No need to whine, I'll take good care of you. As always" he said, confident, like he wanted to show off, make Enid's understand that he was the one that pleasured the girl every night.

He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down with ease, throwing them off the bed, his shirt was already unbuttoned, probably (Y/N)'s work.

"Spread your legs for me" he commanded and the girl obeyed, Grimes only looked around her, pleases to have such an obedient girlfriend. "Thank you for preparing her for me, Enid" he smirked at his friend.

She only watched as his cock slipped inside of (Y/N)'s swollen, wet pussy, the same pussy she was eating out mere seconds ago, it seemed like her moment has passed and she could only watch from now on.

Carl's hips moved slowly, his dick disappeared inside of the girl and all Enid could do was slide her hand down her pants, and touch herself. She should have felt pathetic doing this, but all she felt was excitement as she watched Carl's cock slip in and out of (Y/N)'s cunt. It looked beautiful, her pussy glistening with her slick as he fucked her, it truly was mesmerizing, she felt hypnotized, she couldn't look away even if she wanted to.

"Enid" (Y/N) choked out, her hand reaching out to the other girl. Her body moved without her knowledge, her long hair tickled (Y/N)'s neck. Their lips locked together in a kiss, the sweetest kiss she ever had, she could still taste (Y/N) on her tongue.

They kissed greedily as Grimes pounded into her, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer as she stroked Enid's hair gently.

Unfortunately there isn't good without bad and everything good has to end eventually. (Y/N) came first, overwhelmed by the pleasure, memory of Enid's tongue, Carl's cock deep inside of her, she couldn't last long. Next was Enid, looking deep into the girl's eyes as she reached her climax. Carl came last, painting (Y/N)'s insides white with his cum, further claiming her as his. Because that's what she was. His.

#carl grimes x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes smut #enid twd #enid x reader #enid x you #twd smut #twd carl x reader

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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Bill 2010 where he is an “alien” and the reader works like in area 51 and has to test Bill for the first time and he instantly “falls in love” with her and she obviously takes advantage of that 🤭 (Bill submissive)

ofc!

Got a feeling you are

tags/ warnings: bill being an alien, falling in love, p in v, riding sub! bill, basically all smut features

MDNI ⚠️

pairing: bill x afab

Bill's POV:

As I lay there, naked and strapped to the cold, metallic table, I couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of fear and anticipation. They called me an "alien," but I didn't know what that meant. All I knew was that they had brought me here, to this place, and now I was at their mercy. The lights above me flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows on the walls, and I could hear the distant hum of machinery as if the entire facility were alive.

The woman who entered the room was unlike anyone I had ever seen before. She had silky hair that fell in waves around her shoulders, and the most captivating eyes I had ever encountered. Her skin was flawless, and she wore a crisp, white lab coat that made her look both professional and alluring at the same time. I couldn't help but stare at her as she approached me.

"Hello, Bill," she said softly, her voice as smooth as silk. "My name is y/n, and I'm going to be your tester today." She paused for a moment, studying me intently. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to run a few tests to determine if you're…well, if you're from where we think you're from." She smiled reassuringly, but there was something in her eyes that made me shiver.

As she began to touch me, I felt a strange sensation coursing through my veins. Her hands were cool and gentle, but they held me captive as she examined every inch of my body. I tried to focus on her touch, to ignore the fear that threatened to overwhelm me.

With every passing moment, I felt more and more at ease under her touch. Her hands moved expertly over my body, as if she had been born to do this. She would pause occasionally, her breath warm against my skin, and I could feel her studying me intently. It was almost as if she was trying to figure me out, to understand the alien that lay before her.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, tracing a finger down the center of my chest. "So perfect." Her touch sent shivers through my body, and I could feel myself growing harder beneath her touch. It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I found myself wanting more.

As she continued her examination, she began to focus more on my lower region. Her gentle fingers brushed against my growing erection, and I moaned softly, arching my back involuntarily. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. "You're responding so well to this," she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. "It's unlike anything we've ever seen before."

Her touch became more insistent, and I felt myself growing more and more aroused. My mind was spinning, my body on fire, as she explored every inch of me. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and I found myself completely lost in the sensation of her touch. I wanted her to keep going, to never stop.

"Bill," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "You're going to make this so much easier for both of us." She leaned in closer, her lips mere inches from mine, and I could feel the heat emanating from her body. I couldn't help but close the distance between us, pressing my lips against hers.

Her taste was intoxicating, and her kiss was like a drug, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. She moaned softly against my lips, and I could feel her hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer still. It was then that I realized she wanted me to take control, and without hesitation, I did as she asked.

I reached up, tangling my fingers in her hair, and deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth. She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with mine, and I could feel her body arching against mine in perfect synchronization. Her moans filled the room, driving me wild with desire.

As our passionate embrace continued, I could feel my control slipping away, replaced by a primal need for her. I began to move against her, grinding my hips into hers, and she met every thrust with a hungry moan. Her hands roamed freely over my body, touching and teasing, and I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," I groaned, my voice ragged with desire. "I need you."

y/n broke away from the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes were dark with lust, and she smiled at me, a wicked curve of her lips. "Oh, Bill," she whispered, leaning in to nip at my bottom lip. "I think you're going to like what comes next."

Without further ado, she lowered herself onto the examination table, spreading her legs wide. I couldn't help but stare at the sight of her, glistening wet and ready for me. I climbed onto the table, positioning myself between her legs, and reached down to guide my aching erection towards her entrance.

As I pushed inside, she arched her back, moaning loudly. Her body was so tight, so hot, it felt as if I were entering another world. I began to thrust slowly, feeling the smooth muscles of her walls grip and release me in perfect rhythm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her nails dug into my shoulders as she lost herself in the sensation.

"Oh, god," she cried out, her hips bucking wildly against mine. "That feels so good!"

Her words sent a surge of desire coursing through me, and I began to thrust harder, faster. I could feel the head of my cock brushing against something deep inside her, and with each thrust, it sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body. Her nails raked down my back, drawing tiny lines of pleasure-pain, and I groaned, the sound echoing around the room.

As our rhythm intensified, so did the sensations coursing through my body. I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, and with each passing second, I became more and more lost in the heat of the moment. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her body arching off the table as she met each thrust with a moan or a cry.

The room seemed to fade away, replaced by nothing but the sound of our bodies moving together, the slick sound of our skin sliding against one another. I felt as if I could lose myself in this moment forever, but I knew that the inevitable climax was drawing near. With a final, desperate thrust, I felt my release building inside me, threatening to tear loose.

I leaned down, capturing her mouth with my own, as I felt my orgasm crash over me in a wave of pure ecstasy. I could feel myself pulsing inside her, filling her with my seed, and as my hips bucked wildly against hers, I could feel her body convulse around me, her own release crashing over her in a powerful wave.

Our breath came out in ragged gasps, intermingling with soft moans and cries as we tried to catch our breath. I pulled myself free from her, collapsing beside her on the examination table, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my composure. She propped herself up on one elbow, gazing down at me with a satisfied smile.

"Well, Bill," she whispered, running a finger along my jaw. "I think that just about covers it." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but smile back at her. Despite the bizarre circumstances, I couldn't deny that what we'd just shared was something truly incredible.

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader smut #bill kaulitz x you #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #itsmealaiah

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aoaaaoth-if · 11 months

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Adventures of Aphrodite: an Affair of the Heart™

You are Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, the bad bitch every instagram girlie aspires to be, the flawless independent queen who don't need no filters.

You are the ultimate trophy wife, but who do you truly belong to?

Play as a very attractive lady, because who wants to be ugli in the year of our lord 2023, amiright?

Experience firsthand what it means to be pretty, have your godtier looks be praised, your moisturized skin be acknowledged. Not like any other IF will ever offer you this.

Customize your character to hell and back, be as detailed and precise as you wish, truly PANTONE® Colour Chart's the limit. Obviously none of it will be mentioned in the game, but what else is new.

Live, laugh, love your best hoe life... or die trying. Gotta shoehorn those skill checks somehow.

Immerse yourself in the world of Ancient Greece that has the historical accuracy of a 5 minute wikipage read, because research is hard.

-----------------THE PLOT:

Idk, who cares about plot it's all about the romance options anyway.

-----------------THE ROS:

(The image depicts ugliman)

The god of blacksmiths, metalworking, carpente- frankly, who cares. The important bit is that he's your husband. Your pesky husband. And he ain't even hot. How's a girl to hoe in such conditions?

Well perhaps it's time to reevaluate your life choices and settle for a hardworking trustworthy man instead of chasing bdsm fantasies with shady men like you're the protagonist of a bad erotica book. Pursuing red flags is cute, but you're no longer 18. Learn to make good decisions with this wholesome man who'll treat you right, lord knows some of you need it.

(The image depicts angriman)

Being married is all nice and well, but is your marriage even real if you don't cheat? And who's a better candidate for a lover than the god of war and courage himself. The pinacle of brutality, the alpha man of your dreams, the undisputed 'TOP G'.

His violent outbursts may be concerning and his crippling jealousy slightly questionable but is that really going to deter you from pursuing this hunk? After all, if those aren't signs of true love then what are?

Put your rose-tinted glasses and 'i can fix him' badge on, it's time to go digging for the mushy center of this bad boi.

(The image depicts uwuman)

Hooking up with gods is all well and good, but the never ending drama of the Olympus gods gets old fast. Sometimes a palette cleanser is needed, but you won't settle for just any unwashed peasant. Even your magnanimous generosity has limits.

Fortunately for you, one individual stands out among the rest: Adonis.

Commit to this otherwise unremarkable specimen and prove to the world you haven't lost the common touch. Includes obligatory Poly with Persephone, because sharing is caring.

The token woman RO, She's a woman, what more do you need to know?

____________________________ DEMO: TBA (but like, let's be real, it never will.. has following 23092 nodemo blogs taught you nothing?) Pls like, reblog, follow and send asks, every Friday there will be a new RO reveal!

#interactive fiction #interactive story #if game #cyoa #choice script #if wip #wip #upcoming demo #demo tba #aoaaaoth

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bartxnhood · 1 year

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wanna be yours | l.h

luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: luke had his eyes on you from the moment you met him so, it killed him when you couldn’t take the hint that he was in love with you.

warnings: two oblivious people in love, my bad writing, mentions of a lot of drinking

a/n: someone asked for jealous and protective luke ??? say no more. feedback is appreciated ! ALSO didn’t exactly turn out how i originally thought but it’s a good start !! enjoy !!

requests open

not proofread

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there is a scene in a movie where the lead character and the love interest lock eyes.

they lose sight of everything around them, leaving just each other in focus. you never liked seeing those kinds of movies, thought it was cliche, and never believed in love at first sight. if you're being honest, it was overdone, unrealistic, and plain annoying.

but, it was fate that it would fall on you.

you didn't enjoy parties because there were too many people there, you didn't like drinking, and people were making out all over the place, some of whom were newlyweds and others who were having affairs. you hated being messy, and gatherings were messy. also, you made an effort to limit the number of your friends because you found it uncomfortable to be surrounded by so many people.

but ashton, your best friend, pleaded with you to attend this particular gathering. hours would pass, and just when you thought he had finished pleading, he would resume. so you gave in.

that’s how you found yourself at ashton's house, sitting in your car, staring at your phone, and observing the passing of time. It had been over fifteen minutes since you had first decided whether or not to do this. hearing the faint music emanating from the house, your chest felt constricted. you pushed open the car door and walked over to the home. attempting to summon the guts to enter by standing outside the front door.

when the door opened, there was a strong odor of alcohol, as well as loud music and conversation. while searching among the throng of individuals swaying their bodies against one another to find your friend, you regretted your decision to agree. when you eventually located the man after searching the kitchen, the other person standing by his side immediately caught your eye.

everything around you vanished in an instant, leaving you only able to concentrate on the man with whom you had just locked eyes. wonderfully curled hair, flawless skin, eyes the color of the sea, and just enough of his white silk shirt's buttons were undone to make you flustered. he was stunning. all of a sudden, the room contained only you and him. there was only you and him; nothing else or anyone else was important.

but you were pulled from that thought As ashton grabbed your wrist and said, "cmon!", you were jolted out of your trance-like state. ”i gotta introduce you to everyone!" the australian cheered and dragged you into the kitchen where everyone was standing; all of a sudden, you were the center of attention. you waved to the small group of people while saying, "guys, this is my amazing friend, y/n," feeling a little uncomfortable at the unexpected focus. “y/n, this is calum, michael, crystal, sierra, and luke,” ashton said as he made an introduction.

the small group of individuals exchanged smiles, and you shook hands with each person before approaching luke with a gentle "hello."

wow.

your palm touched his, you prayed he wouldn't notice your flushed cheeks, and you both nodded. he was the most stunningly handsome person you had ever seen, by a long shot. ashton once again grabbed your arm away and dragged you out of the kitchen before you had a chance to continue admiring his attractiveness. while waving the group off, you glanced over your shoulder. You weren't angry with ashton since he knew you'd never tried something like this and that you were making a big step by doing so. he also needed a reason to prove to his buddies that you were real and an important part of his life.

at night's end, you were sitting in ashton's backyard, lounging around the pool, admiring the reflection as lights danced across the water of the pool. even though roughly half of the people left, music continued to play. people said he would always throw the nicest parties, and now you understood why. but you simply weren't made for this situation; you were too uncomfortable and worn out from engaging with everyone for so long. You simply wanted to return home, binge-watch your favorite movie in the coziness of your bed, and eat some frozen pizza.

the word "hey" surprised you and made you flinch just a little. your eyes landed on the person standing above you, holding one cup while concealing the other in his pocket. luke apologized for the quick response, "oh, sorry, i thought you heard me," but you just shook your head. you shrugged and turned to face the swimming pool, saying, "no, it's alright, was just thinking." there was a little period of silence since neither of you knew exactly what to say. you had just recently met. “do you want a drink?” he asked. “oh, no thanks,” you said as you once again looked up at him. “i'm not really a drinker.” the blonde let out a gentle laugh. "but you came a party?" while scratching your forehead, you chuckled alongside him. “well, ashton is a push-“ over. yeah. that he is," luke continued your sentence and you laughed. “i think i’m heading home now, im way too tired to stay much longer”. you got out of the lawn chair facing luke.

his mind began racings, he didn’t want the conversation to end just yet. he had to think of something so he could see you more. “do you need a ride?”

your hands were crossed, and your eyes darted back to his and then to the cup in his grasp. "thanks for the offer, but I just live ten minutes away," you said. he extended his hand to you after giving you a nod and pulling it from his pocket. “it was lovely meeting you, y/n,” “you too, luke”

you had no intention of seeing luke again after that. you had your friend group, ashton had his own, and you happened to be a part of both. you had no intention of ever returning to another party unless you absolutely had to be there; that atmosphere wasn't for you. it was too much for you, and you just wished ashton would be more considerate of your decision. you knew he wanted you around; you'd been best friends since high school, and it was difficult for you both to have separate lives.

but fate had something else in store for you.

it was subtle when you first became aware of his presence. you ran into him a few times in town, which wasn't unusual. but then he'd show up at your job, or he'd find his way into the same restaurant you were in. it was amusing at first because what are the chances you'd keep meeting like this?

so you confronted him one day. “you know, if you keep this up you’ll have to take me out for coffee” you started, putting down the record you pick up. this was one of the many times you had run into luke while running errands. this time, the both of you ended up in a local record store. you heard him chuckle softly before turning to you, “are you asking me out on a date?” he leans against the shelf raising his eyebrow. you shrug, “more like telling you to take me out” he nods, leaning in closer. “i see..then i guess i’ll see you tomorrow?”

you and luke are two opposites but somehow you two hit it off

he drinks while you don’t.

despite your differences, you detested parties, and luke's life was spent drinking; not you. you've never thought that opposites attract. yet it was odd because as time went on, you discovered that you were rather similar. you and luke had a lot in common, and you got along just well. it was never dull or tiring since the two of you could converse for as long as it took, even until the sun rose. you frequently found yourself stranded in ashton's or calum's backyard, relaxing on the chairs after talking until the wee hours of the morning like you were adolescents.

each time the two of you are in close contact, there is tension. You adored the quiet glances you two shared. It was much more enjoyable because it seemed as though the two of you were barred from being together.

It was never meant to go this far. You'd been hanging out with Luke for quite some time. you've been wanting to be with him every other day for at least a few months now, waiting for his texts or calls saying he wanted to hang out or if he found a new restaurant he thinks you'd like. or the way he'd subconsciously hold the small of you back while leading you through a crowded area, or how he'd always go out of his way to make sure you got home safely.

it was never supposed to escalate this quickly.

you found yourself wanting to hang out with him even more, wondering if Luke would be there when ashton asked you to hang out. You started thinking about him all the time.

that's when it started getting more complicated. you knew something between you changed after being with him so long. and although you knew how it changed you, you were too scared to jeopardize anything between you not when it was fresh.

truthfully, you just displayed to him, that you'd always be available. you could say no to anyone who had ever asked you out because of your newfound feelings for luke. but you couldn't tell him that, it was too soon. but even then, you couldn't get the sound of his laugh out of your mind, or the way your name rolled off his tongue like it was meant to be there. you couldn't stop picturing what it would be like to lay in his arms, limbs tangled together as he sang you the sweetest lullaby.

unknown to you, luke made an effort to avoid you in the beginning because he knew he couldn't control himself with you. no matter how hard he tried to hide himself from you or push you away, you always managed to find a way into his head like an addictive substance. as you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, he wanted to shield you from all harm and evil in the world and would do whatever it took to ensure that everyone knew the two of you belonged together.

but, did you know that?

you began to watch him from then on, looking for clues that could point you in the right direction. you'd noticed him fiddling with his rings, then grazing over the leg of his jeans or joggers, slipping his hand between you on the couch. his hand would inch across the seat, pausing now and then. then he'd retreat without much thought, preferring to rest his hand on his thigh rather than bother with yours.

nothing would have made you happier than to come across his hand. any action would be preferable to simply waiting for him to take the initiative and pleading with your eyes as if it would help. you contemplated inviting him over, striking up a conversation, or even touching his hand. Instead, you remained silent despite your strong desire to speak but your inability to do so.

you have no idea how or why you began to feel more confident around luke; you were the shy and reserved friend before meeting him, but you changed completely after meeting him. and you knew people would judge you for it, saying things like, "oh, i can't believe you'd changed yourself for a guy!" however, this was not the case. he made you feel something that you couldn't put into words. maybe he inspired you to be someone you've never been before.

you were standing outside ashton's door, picking at your nails, debating whether this was a good idea. you were dressed differently than usual, wearing a tight dress with a large leather jacket over it to try to hide your body.

something like this was extremely unusual for you, and you may have been an idiot to dress like this for a man who probably only thought of you as a friend. but it had to be worth a shot, right?

you let yourself in, the music was blaring and the pungent smell of liquor was all too familiar to you. you pushed through the people and eventually got to ashton’s living room where everyone else was. they all cheered and greeted you.

ashton hugged you first and said a bunch of drunk incoherent words about how happy he was to see you. then you greeted luke with a warm while which he reciprocated. “happy birthday luke” you said, he nodded. “thank you, y/n”.

after the small reunion, the group dissolved. everyone was off doing their own thing. you found yourself standing outside, a cup in your hand filled with whatever you found. the night air was a bit chilly which caused you to curse at yourself mentally for wearing such a short dress.

“you look nice.” luke’s voice rang as he came up behind you. You looked over your shoulder and spotted him. “thanks.” you smiled, and he raised his eyebrow. “you dress up that pretty for me?” he was standing next to you now, his comment and proximity were enough to make you blush. “and what if i did?” you retorted. luke smirked, “i’d be thankful because you look so good in that dress.”

he leaned closer, keeping eye contact with you.

he was so close to you that your heart began to beat quickly. you were attempting to read him while his eyes were staring right through you. there are two possible outcomes here. one of two things will happen: either someone will interrupt you like in a cliché movie, or he has the ideal opportunity to kiss you right now.

he leans in even closer, saying, "i'd even say that you should start dressing like this too, it suits you." you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

kiss me. please. just do it

you wanted him to make the first move because this moment had the chance to change everything. you didn't want to appear so desperate. luke must have noticed your begging expression because he started leaning in again, this time only a few centimeters from your lips.

oh, god. it’s happening. it’s happen-

“come on man, it's time for you to open your presents!" michael interrupted the situation by shouting from the kitchen. you sighed as you saw luke leave. you could almost sense the disappointment in his eyes as he turned to look at you to check if you were following him.

“okay, and it seems the last one is from….y/n!” michael and calum handed over the large box to luke.

luke unwrapped the box, displaying the guitar case as you watched. he looked perplexed as he tried to imagine what you may have given him. the one guitar he had been dreaming about was waiting for him when he opened the case. "y/n.." He takes the guitar in his hands and places it on his lap.

everyone who was gathered around him suddenly turned to look at you. he is the last one to do so.

"you bought this?" He asks, and you nod while beaming broadly. he had never looked so startled to you. how did you know, exactly? “how…how did you?” he trailed off.

"well, you talked about it for so long, and occasionally i caught you looking it up. so i thought, why not get it for you?“ you responded.

luke stood up and hurried to you after putting the red guitar back in its case. you were engulfed by his arms, spinning you. "im grateful. I have never gotten a present better than that. I promise i’ll treasure it” he smiles, “i know you will luke”.

and for the rest of the night, everything went great. until it didn’t.

"y/n," ashton said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"hm?" he had a mischievous smile on his face as you dropped your phone to your lap. "have you ever tried playing the drums?" "no?" you shook your head. It came out as a question as if you were asking yourself a question. "why?" he approached you and reached for your wrist. "you're about to!"

ashton was perched on the stool and sat you down on his lap, having handed you his drumsticks and demonstrated how to hold them properly as his hands caressed yours. he explained that he would only have you play a simple beat. he taught you the basics and then let you play a few beats on your own. you didn't notice how close ashton was, how his breath tickled your spine, or how delicately his hand held yours.

you two were laughing because you couldn't play because you had almost no rhythm. "this is exactly why you guys are musicians," you laughed, rising from ashton's lap and returning his sticks. "nah, practice enough and you'll get good enough to join the band," he winked.

luke watched the scene unfold in front of him, how close ashton was, the way he eyed you like you were some kind of prey. his hand was supporting his chin, his elbow was resting on the couch arm, and his jaw was locked. luke began tapping his finger impatiently against his cheek, were you so oblivious? everyone was making moves toward you, and you didn't even look at him? he pushed himself off the sofa and out of the room to get some fresh air. if he was in there any longer he would explode.

he hated the fact that, despite your lack of effort, you had him in your grasp. luke hated how near the guys were to you and how they treated you like they were hunting prey. how did you not notice how they eyed you? how the other boys treated you like some kind of object. especially ashton.

we’re you so oblivious to their advances? did you not see how luke wanted to rip you away from them and keep you all to himself?

did you even notice his attempts to try and win you?

He wanted the world to know how badly he wanted you, how you were his, and that despite his best efforts to deny it, he was falling in love with you. Luke had difficulty accepting it, but he would go to the ends of the earth for you.

“what was that about?” you ask, after watching luke exit the room. calum shrugged, “who knows. it’s luke” he didn’t look at you as he was nose deep in his phone. you looked around the room, everyone seemed not interested. “he probably left because ashton was feeling you up” someone added. you huffed, grabbed your jacket, and walked outside to the patio.

you saw his silhouette and walked up to him. “luke?” he didn’t respond and you walked closer. “lu?” you spoke the nickname you had given him. he finally turned back to look at you.

you saw that look in his eyes, the only look he had when looking at you. “luke, what’s going on? why’d you walk out like that? did i do something wrong?” his back was still turned to you, refusing to look at you. “you just don’t get it, do you?” he still wouldn’t face you. “get what, luke? the fact that you’re ignoring me in front of everyone and leaving me in the dark.” you were feeling frustrated, upset that he wouldn’t even look at you. “god, luke, just look at me!” you grabbed his arm, spinning him around so he’d have to look at you now.

“talk to me.” you pleaded. your eyes begging as you stared into his blue eyes. luke hated it, he hated how you had him in the palm of your hand ready to do anything for you if you’d just say the words. he detested that no matter how hard he tried, it would always be you. “oh, baby,” his hand caressed your cheek. “don’t make me spell it out for you…you know i want you”

“what?” you were only able to mutter, feeling the heat take over your face. maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it just was the fact that he said those words. you opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off. “every fucking day, I wish you were mine- every single goddamned day.”

you removed his hand from your cheek, silently missing his touch. “how was i supposed to know you felt more for me than just a friend, lu?” you saw his brows furrow. “you never explicitly told me, you wanted me..why?” you trailed off, you watched as he tried to come up with an explanation. “you never, ever, use your words like.”

you watched as he examined your face. you were mad but calm. it scared him, we’re you about to reject him? “for someone who writes songs for his job, he would be able to express his feelings freely. i guess not.”

“how did you expect me to decipher the hundred different ways you look in my direction? this isn’t just on me yknow. luke goes quiet, his eyes looking deeper into your eyes than before.

“i thought my actions would say all they needed to” you reply, “i thought you were just acting as a friend? you and all the guys act the same” luke locks his jaw, balling his fits by his side. “they act that way because they want to fuck you y/n.” you look taken aback legging out a scoff.

“so what about you, then?” “what about me?” “are you acting this way because you want to fuck me?” you smirk as luke realizes he backed himself into a corner.

“i—no? that’s not what—fuck.” he runs his hand through his hair. “let me start over. y/n, i’m sorry i wasn’t honest and i’m sorry i didn’t use my words. but i want you more than a friend should and i need to know, do you want me that way too?” you try to hide your smile while you step closer and wrap your arms around his neck. “see now was that so hard?”

he looks down at you, raising his eyebrow. “you didn’t answer the question.” you let the smile take over fully. “luke hemmings i have been tripping over my feet since the day we first met. yes, i very much want you too.”

he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, allowing him to peck your lips. “i was hoping you’d say that”

(and you can predict the end u filthy ppl<3)

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