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[hees-mine]

N✧ RAINB✧WS - L. HS

PAIRING: HEESEUNG + FEM READER

WARNING$: SMUT, PROTECTED/UNPROTECTED SEX, ROUGH SEX, SHOWER SEX, ANAL, ORAL, FINGERING, CUM EATING, FUCKING WHILE HIGH/DRUNK, BLOWJOBS, PUSSY EATING, NIPPLE SUCKING, LICKING, DIRTY TALK, POSSESSIVENESS, LOTS OF SEX SCENES, ANGST, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, CRYING, CHILDHOOD ABUSE, TRAUMA, FIGHTING, BLOOD, ARGUMENTS, CURSING, SMOKING, DRINKING, MENTIONS OF CLUBS, DRUGS/ DRUG DEALING, OVERDOSE, DEATH, SUICIDE. IF THESE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DO NOT READ!

WC: 26,048k

GENRE: ROCKBAND AU. INSPIRED BY CHASE ATLANTIC.

FEATURING: HEESEUNG VOCALIST, JAKE DRUMMER, JAY GUITAR, SUNGHOON BASSIST.

$YNOP$1$: it's not everyday your favorite underground up and coming rock band tours in your city, but the day they do, you take full advantage. Just seeing them live felt surreal, but what was even more unreal was the lead singer noticing you amongst a small crowd. You thought that made your night turns out once the concert had ended and you made your way backstage (thanks to your vip pass) is what really made your night, yet the surprises didn't stop there. After a brief interaction with the band, the front man, Lee heeseung, offers to take you back to the tour RV, leading to one unforgettable steamy night, and suddenly, he asks you to go on tour with him as you lay tangled in his sheets without a thought you say yes taking a step into his world but little did you know there's "no rainbows just white lines."

She’s finally here 😈 dropping a little treat before enhypens comeback

With your heart racing in your chest, you do one final glance at yourself in the mirror, putting the finishing touches on to make sure your outfit is good and everything is intact.

You sighed softly, nerves running through you from the anticipation of seeing your favorite band live.

You had front row seats or ga rather, which meant you’d be closest to the stage where your favorite singer was going to be performing on.

The idea of seeing him live makes you so excited. Despite spending nearly two whole paychecks on your ticket, you didn’t regret it. How could you when you were going to see heeseung, the lead singer, up close and personal? He was worth every cent, and you couldn’t wait to hear his heaven-like vocals in real time.

Once you’re satisfied with the reflection that stares back at you, you reach into your purse to grab your keys and feel another wave of nerves hit you.

This is really it. You thought while turning off your living room light and heading to your car to drive to the venue, which luckily was only eighteen minutes away.

Arriving at the venue sometime later, you paid for parking and left your car. Entering the venue, there weren’t that many people, seeing how it was an underground rock band; however, the turnout was still quite nice as they were starting to make their come up, which you were happy for, and hopefully, when they got much bigger they’d have more concerts in your city.

Weaving through the crowd, you found your spot on the floor, going close to the stage. Again, they weren’t that popular, so thankfully, you didn’t have to fight for a close spot.

It was about twenty minutes before the show, the venue lights were still on, and they played some of their music in the background on the speakers while people chatted away until it was time for the show to start.

You looked around, snapping a few shots of the crowd and stage. It was still pretty empty as people were buying drinks and snacks for the show, not you thought your stomach was in knots. The thought of even eating right now made you feel like regurgitating.

The last few minutes before they would take the stage, your nerves had started going crazy again, and it felt like hours had passed, and the clammy bodies that started to pile in beside you weren’t helping as you were very impatiently waiting for the performance.

Or more less him.

You know it sounds crazy a young girl having a crush on a boy band member.

Typical.

But there was just something about him. He was so captivating. He had you completely sucked in so far to the point he was the only member you really noticed out of all of them. Of course, you knew of the other members: Jay on guitar, sunghoon on bass, and Jake on drums.

But heeseung, the lead vocalist, had a spell on you, one that you just couldn’t shake.

Not to say you even wanted to.

When he was on stage, it was like he was meant to be there, a star shining so much brighter than the others. His enjoyment of performing, his charisma, and the way he took control of the crowd and the stage while looking effortlessly cool and handsome was utterly mesmerizing to you.

His looks were a big plus. His messy black hair made you want to run your fingers through it. His body was slim yet muscled, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about tracing his lean biceps with your fingertips.

That was just the tip of the iceberg, the way he’d stick his tongue out and the unnecessary rolls of his pelvis area while he sang a song that did not require such movements, but it was so uniquely him and equally satisfying to watch, and you can’t believe that not even five minutes from now you’d be seeing all that up this close.

Your camera was already ready, waiting for them to step from behind the curtains.

As they took the stage, the crowd erupted. It was almost a blur, the music loud and ringing in your ears, people, including you, singing along and enjoying yourselves to the opening song.

Your eyes were practically glued to him the whole time, completely mesmerized by him, the sweat rolling down his Adam’s Apple, the way his tank top clung to his hot, sweaty skin made you bite your lip, and if you weren’t already going insane when he made eye contact with you, you absolutely lost it screaming your lungs out, your hands reaching for him on stage along with many other fan girls. He smirked at you and came closer, clasping his hand with yours. He sang effortlessly while interacting with you.

It was only a second, but it felt like your heart stopped, and it was only you and him at that moment.

The instant he let go, you wanted him to hold your hand again, but sadly, you knew that wouldn’t happen.

Many tracks played after that. The song they were currently performing was nearing its end, and heeseung did his signature jumping down from the stage and running through the crowd to high-five all the people in the middle row.

You watched with envy, wishing you had bought one of those seats instead, but nevertheless, you still enjoyed watching his fan interactions. He was always the best at them.

When it came to the slower songs, you were completely immersed, staring into his eyes, his angel-like voice hitting your ears in the sweetest tone you’ve ever heard, even better than listening with headphones.

If anyone were to look at you right now, they’d think you were in love with the way your eyes sparkled as you stared at the lead singer with admiration and adoration.

And the somebody looking at you was the man himself, his eyes boring into your own, and you couldn’t care less about the ticket price, you’d pay double just to have this experience again as you made eye contact with the person you only ever admired through the screen.

He was so perfect, and you hoped the soft smile playing on your lips conveyed that.

His eyes shifted away from you, but yours never did. They stayed stuck on him until the show was coming to its close, and they all went backstage to prepare for the last song.

“Which one are you picking?” Sunghoon spoke up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a white towel and a grin on his face.

“Front row third to the left is definitely mine,” heeseung replied after gulping down a bottle of ice-cold water, his other hand occupied with a pre-roll.

“Can’t you go two seconds without getting high?” Jay shook his head disapprovingly of his friend, who smoked way too often.

“No,” heeseung replied carelessly, blowing the smoke into his friend's face.

“Anyways, I was gonna pick her,” Jay sulks, toying with the tuner on his guitar.

“Too late. Besides, you know I always get first pick as the front man,” heeseung says while taking another hit.

This has been a routine for them. They’d always pick a girl in the crowd, heeseung, being the leader, had the first say and then the rest, but by the end of the night, they had all picked a girl to sleep with, if not two.

What can they say? It’s the perks of being a rockstar.

“I don’t pick. I just look in the crowd and point,” Jake chuckles as heeseung passes him the joint.

“We all know you stick your dick in anything,” Sunghoon chimes in.

“Shit, they’re all pretty and hot with a pussy I can bury my dick into. Why would I care?” Jake whistles, twirling his drumstick between his slender fingers that his fans had gone crazy over a million times.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” heeseung announced, cutting off the banter after wiping the sweat off his face and neck.

“That desperate to get your dick wet?” Jay teased with a quirked brow.

“For once, you’re actually right. My shit is so hard right now just thinking about it,” he laughed, gripping the front of his jeans provocatively.

Jake hurriedly takes a final hit, and the others gather around, forming a small circle, quickly putting on their serious faces and doing a team chant before going on stage for the last song of the night.

When they came back on stage, the crowd cheered loudly, already knowing what song they were performing.

It was one of their more mature songs. Well, all of their songs were pretty out there, but they were known for this performance and the explicit things they did on stage.

Like Jay fingering his guitar, sunghoon licking up the neck of his bass, Jake turning his drumsticks to a v shape and licking between them.

And last but not least, heeseung did seemingly everything in his power to captivate everyone in the audience and bring out their wildest fantasies.

From lifting up his tank top to holding the mic between his legs during the guitar solo, stroking the instrument with his dominant hand with the most innocent look on his face, all while acting like he wasn’t pretending it was his erect phallus.

You almost lost your mind seeing him doing it so up close you could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach and an all too familiar feeling between your legs.

Familiar cause you had touched yourself to that scene on the screen over and over, your walls clenching as you came wishing he was really stroking his cock in front of you instead of that stupid mic and in front of thousands of fans.

But that’s beside the point here. This was by far the best concert you’ve ever been to. No amount of money could compare to this performance. It was everything you could have asked for and so much more.

When the show ended and the lights went out, all your excitement was replaced with nerves once again because you had the VIP pass, which meant meeting the members backstage.

The line was short, which made it all the worse, but when it was finally your turn, you calmed yourself and greeted the members, bowing to each of them respectfully, and you went into the center to take a picture with them. Luckily, you were the last person to go up, which meant you got to share a few words with them, mainly just thanking them for coming to your city and how you loved the show, and you hoped for them to come back again soon.

Heeseung gave the other members a knowing look unbeknownst to you, and they started to distance themselves, and so did you, ready to leave the venue, but someone caught your wrist, causing you to gasp as you turned around and were face to face with none other than heeseung himself before you were playing it cool and calm like you didn’t scream out your lungs for him during the whole show, but now that you’re face to face you couldn’t help but feel nervous and shy, especially with his hand on you.

“Thank you for coming. Glad you enjoyed the show, Angel” he shamelessly eyed you up and down, licking his lips at the sight of your exposed cleavage, feeling the blood rush straight to his cock, the adrenaline from the show still very much alive and your reaction to him boosting his confidence and ego by a million.

“I- you’re welcome,” you stutter, not knowing what to say. With him being so close, you could smell his Prada cologne invading your senses.

The scent is easy to detect since you bought the exact kind he wore and spritzed it on your pillows before bed.

“Since I’m so grateful you came, why don’t you let me thank you in private?” The hand on your arm moves to your chest, his palm lying flat on your left breast. The action was so bold, yet he knew you wouldn’t tell him off because judging by the way you were staring at him all night, giving him your best fuck me eyes, he could only assume you were down to fuck with him.

And you prove him to be right.

Your breath hitches as you feel him lightly squeeze your left breast. “Heeseung,” you whimper his name quietly, and his cock twitched in his pants.

Not only were you beautiful, you were easy too, just his type.

You looked around, eyes flashing to see who heard or who was watching, but there was suddenly no one there, no security, no cameras, no members, just you and him.

“Focus on me,” he says lowly. “No one else is here, just you and me.” he strokes your cheek gently. “What do you say, hmm? Come back to the RV with me. I’ll give you a little tour,” he says with a lazy smile.

Nodding your head, almost in a trance-like state, you accept his offer, not even thinking about it more than once.

It was heeseung you’d let him do anything he wanted to you.

“Follow me.” he bends down briefly and kisses you on the cheek, and with that single kiss alone, you’d fallen for him.

All the fans had left long ago, and you two easily left out the back, going straight into the touring RV where the rest of his bandmates were.

They all smiled at you, knowing what was about to go down, and you lowered your head embarrassingly, not expecting them to be there.

As embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t say no to heeseung the man you dreamed about day in and day out.

Hell, this whole experience was unexpected, but when he took you back to his little room near the back and forced you against the wall impatiently, his lips pressing against yours hungrily was when it all became real.

You were actually kissing Lee heeseung, and it was….

Perfect.

And it wasn’t a dream like all the other times.

Like a switch had flipped, you reciprocated immediately, your hands wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back with equal enthusiasm.

“Hmm,” he groans against your lips, enjoying the way you keep up with him as your hands run through his wet nape hair.

He firmly presses himself against you, feeling your breasts smushed against his chest.

You whine into the kiss. His bulge pressed against you, his body keeping you pinned to the wall while he devours you, his hot tongue sleazily licking into your mouth, wet and messy, as he licks, sucks, and bites on your plump lips.

He jerked his hips forward, his bulge nudged against your core, and you gasped at the sudden friction. He chuckled amusedly, his hot breath fanning your face as he dived back in for more, sucking on your tongue lewdly, making your head spin as you gasped for more oxygen.

Your hearts pounding against one another, his forehead resting against yours, his chest heaves desperately, searching for breath, his nose tickling your jaw before he opens his mouth, kissing along your neck and chest.

“Heeseung,” you breathed out, lips swollen from the kiss as you panted and threw your head back against the wall, giving him free rein over your body.

He lowers his head and opens his mouth, licking at your exposed breasts, the feeling making a gush of arousal seep from your throbbing hole.

Taking advantage of your head tilted back, he trails upward, licking a stripe up your neck until he reaches your lips, forcing your head down to capture them in another breathtaking kiss.

Once satisfied, he parts from your lips again to kiss your jaw, his nose pressing against your temple as he moves your earlobe. He licks from your neck to your jaw, your ear, your chest, and any skin that’s exposed to him, devouring you whole.

He slipped his hands inside your leather jacket, yanking it off your body and exposing your shoulders, just another piece of bare skin for him to cover with saliva and kisses.

You’ve never felt so hot, so needy, so impatient.

Everything he did to you was so intense his lips left a fire in their wake, heating up your body and igniting a flame so strong that nothing could extinguish it.

Your grip loosened in his hair, your body overwhelmed, barely hanging on as he ravished you.

He leaned back just long enough to throw his baseball cap off somewhere in his small room, revealing his black hair, giving you more to grab onto.

You stared at one another, panting heavily, no words exchange, but the tension and feeling of arousal coursing through your veins.

He easily gripped the hem of the black tank top you wore, pulling it over your head. As you obediently raised your arms, your tits came flopping out of the material braless nipples perked up for his hungry eyes to feast on.

Grabbing your breasts, he squeezed them in his large, veiny hands, thumbs toying with your hardened buds. He stared at your face intently, pushing your buttons to watch how you reacted, your face entirely riddled with lust and pleasure just from him massaging your tits.

He bit his lips, squeezing harder, pulling a gasp from you as he rolled his thumbs over your nipples. His cock was getting so hard it started to ache, his wet tip surely staining the front of his blue jeans.

Sucking in a deep breath, he lowered his right hand to cup your clothed cunt.

“A-ah,” he smiled, adding some pressure, and you automatically ground yourself on his palm.

“Fuck” he muttered, feeling the heat from between your legs over his palm. He couldn’t wait to get inside you. He was so hard, needing a release desperately.

He’s never felt this feral, the need to be inside something so strong he felt like he had to stick his dick in your warm hole unless he’d explode.

Retracting his hands, he strips out of his white tank top, revealing his chest to you. His nipples are hard, and you can’t help but want to suck them.

He quickly undid his jeans, pulling them down to his knees.

You watched him breathless and awestruck pussy aching desperately for him, and you felt yourself clench down tightly when he gripped the waistband of his boxers pulling them down, his thick hard veiny cock flopping out, standing tall, precum seeping out of his tiny hole.

You licked your lips at the sight, sinking your teeth into your lower one, mouth watering as you eyed his pretty cock.

He sat down on his bed, beckoning you over. “Come here,” he called you to him, and you took a few steps. Soon, you were standing before him half-naked. “On your knees”

The way you slowly sunk down to your knees, holding eye contact with him the whole time, made his dick twitch. You placed your hands on his knees, going higher to caress his smooth thighs. He leaned back on his palms, relaxing as your hands ran all over his legs and thighs. “You wanna suck it baby?” He asked and bit on his lip with a raised brow, watching as visible excitement grew in your eyes.

You rested your cheek on his inner thigh, nodding softly as he patted your cheek. “Yeah?” He says softly.

Your hand wrapped around the thickness of his cock, and he hissed, feeling your cold hand fondling his hot throbbing length.

Stroking up and down slowly, you swirled his tip with your thumb spreading his sticky precum all on his dick.

He made a sound of approval, letting you do your own thing as he sat back.

Your fingertips tickled his balls before reaching up to pump his length some more. He was so hard and warm to the touch.

Your mouth salivates, and you pick your head up off his thigh, sticking out your tongue and licking up and down on his girthy shaft.

He groans, head tilting back as his fingers dig into the sheets.

Your tongue flicked on his tip, tasting the sweet yet salty precum. You moaned at the taste, eyes fluttering shut to relish every last string of his arousal.

Entranced by the taste of him and his soft grunts, you parted your lips, wrapping around the tip of his length, sucking him like a lollipop of the sweetest kind.

He gasped softly, his mouth opening in a silent moan, abs tensing as your wet warmth covered his sensitive cock head.

You placed your palms flat on his thighs, bobbing your head as you sucked more of his length in.

Opening your mouth wider, you let your saliva drip-free, running down his tip to his balls, getting it wet so you could suck on him easier.

His toes curled, balls tensing as you swallow more than half of his thick cock.

You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his heavy warm cock on your tongue. You were barely even at it for a minute, yet you were addicted to the feeling, but the back of your throat felt empty, so you sunk down further, letting the tip of his cock fill that hollow space. Your wet lips tickled his ballsack, and he whimpered, his body trembling as you took him balls deep. He’s never felt head this good before.

You swallow around his cock, and goosebumps form on his skin. “God damn,” he grunts, watching you suck his cock. The way it just disappears in your mouth leaves him floored. You’re taking every inch down your throat so fucking good. “Sucking it real good” he lets out a breathy moan and lifts his hand up to stroke through your hair. “Shit,” he gulps, throat running dry from how much he’s panting.

Coming up for a quick breather, you release him from your mouth, your spit and his precum covering his pulsing cock.

The light from the tv hit just right, displaying his cock covered in a thin sheen of wetness, looking even more enticing for you to suck.

You lick the veins running along it, and he shudders, breath uneven.

His body jolts when you tease his tiny opening with the tip of your tongue. “Fuck” his eyes nearly rolled in his head. You were doing him so good he’d never been this turned on before

You inhaled him fully, forcing him as deep as possible before swallowing and choking on his hard cock.

The tight sensation of your wet throat closing up around him makes him moan loudly.

Your eyes roll back in your head as you intentionally choke around him some more, loving the feeling of gagging on his long dick.

You pulled off his shaft, slurping around his base and sucking one of his balls into your mouth while you stroked his cock.

Lapping at his sensitive balls, you tap his dick across your face obscenely, the quiet smack of his shaft hitting your cheek echoing in the room, and he loved it so much.

This was the best head he’d ever gotten. He loved it just like this: wet, messy, and sloppy.

You moaned around his cock, the little vibration in the back of your throat tickling his tip. “Oh my go- fuck” he whispers to himself, head falling back as he lets himself go enjoying the feeling completely, the wet, dirty sounds of you slurping his cock like music to his ears.

His hand taps your head lightly, letting you know he’s close, and you suck him with more vigor, moaning constantly, sucking him in like your life depended on it, your throat begging for his cum. “Gonna cum” he whispers shakily, hips lifting off the bed as strained moans leave his lips, his balls tightening and cock going rigid as he spills straight down your throat.

Your hands squeeze into his thighs, your mouth hollow, sucking him up and down as he rewards your work with his creamy load coating your tonsils.

Your jaw was tired, but you kept going until he turned soft in your mouth, and you still didn’t stop sucking around him.

He gently pulled you off him, too sensitive to keep going. “Angel,” he groaned, eyes rolling in his head as you showed him your tongue clean of his cum. “Get up here.” Getting up from your sitting position, you climb onto his bed.

He rid himself of all his clothes and turned to you, gently laying you back on the bed. He pulled off your shoes, your black skirt coming next, and he groaned angrily at the next layer of clothing, hindering his path. He grabbed the crotch of your panties, ripping them open, revealing your glistening hole pulsing and wet with your arousal.

Licking his lips, he spreads your legs open, laying between them, leveling his face with your wet pussy.

You spread your legs wider, and he smirked at your shamelessness. “You’re fucking dripping” he groped your thighs, kneading them as he inhaled your natural scent.

“Heeseung,” you whine shyly.

He chuckled before diving into your core. You moaned at the first lick, and from then on, it was endless, your moans loud and lewd.

His hot tongue slithered through your engorged pussy lips, his sticky saliva making you even wetter.

He was so filthy with it rubbing his pursed lips on your clit, sucking off your arousal, nose brushing your erect nub. “Hmm, that’s some good pussy” he licked his lips, going in for another taste, tongue darting in and out of your hole, licking straight from the source of your sweet nectar, his cock growing hard again from your smell and taste.

Your hands found his hair yet again, pulling and tugging as he ate you out, your face contorting in so much pleasure. His mouth was so warm, soft, and wet against your pussy. It felt so good.

“Oh my god!” You squeaked as you felt one of his thick ring-riddled fingers enter your tight cunt.

“Holy fuck, she’s so tight” he pushes his finger in knuckle deep, feeling your ridged walls hugging his finger so snugly.

You whined, your pussy fluttering around his finger uncontrollably. “Heeseung”

He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue, adding a second finger along his first one. Your insides felt so hot and wet, he knew you’d have some good pussy, but not this fucking good.

He stretched your little walls open with his two fingers, mouth sucking on your clit desperately.

You pulled his hair so hard it felt like you were ripping it out, but he loved it, moaning into your pussy from the pleasure mixed with pain.

“Cum on my face,” he mumbled, his deep voice vibrating against your pussy.

“Heeseung,” you choked out your walls, squeezing his fingers nice and tight as you came.

“Just like that,” he mumbles to himself, rubbing your silky walls and pleasuring you through your orgasm from start to finish.

“Heeseung,” your chest heaved as you continued to moan his name, the sight between your legs down right filthy, his face drenched in your arousal as he lazily sucked and kissed your pussy, teasing you on purpose as he nipped at your core with his lips.

He shook your thighs lightly, pulling back and licking his lips.

Your taste is still fresh on his tongue.

You’re still trying to catch your breath, but he’s already reaching for his stash of condoms. Pulling one out, he tore the packet open, pulling out the rubber circle.

He placed it on his tip, his length already hard again just from eating you out. Your taste alone could probably make him cum again.

You lay breathless on his bed, just waiting for him to make his next move. Even if you just came, you still needed more to feel satisfied.

He effortlessly put the condom on and then joined you on the bed.

Hovering over you, he placed his fists beside your head, your legs automatically spreading to let him in between. He leaned down, placing a few soft kisses on your lips and chest, his cock occasionally brushing up against your pussy, the mood rising, and it takes barely anything to get either of you guys going again.

Just as his tip caught on to your hole, he was about to push in, but the loud banging on his door disrupts everything. “Fuck” he mutters in frustration, and you jump lightly from the sound.

“How much longer are you gonna fuck her? I'm hungry,” Jake whines from outside the door.

“Fuck off, just go without me!” Heeseung shouts back, clearly aggravated, and that’s enough for Jake to sulk and walk away from the door.

Heeseung sighed and gently stroked your cheek with his thumb as an apology.

You were so drunk on the idea of him fucking you you didn’t even care about his members being right next to you. Your inhibitions completely disappeared as you wrapped your arms around him, your eyes dazed out completely, and you focused on nothing but him.

You pulled him in for a kiss, your lips resting against his as you lowered your hand to his waist, pulling him in, and he wasted no more time pushing in your heat.

He clenched his jaw and breathed deeply through his nose, sheathing himself within your hot walls.

Your mouth opened, a soft breath exhaled, and you already felt so full with just half of him in you.

“Fuck” he cursed the soft look in your eyes, turning him on more than it probably should, but you just looked so fucking good, so cute and pliant for him. Your eyes were obviously full of lust, and he loved that you wanted it just as much as him.

He pushed in all the way, stilling in your heat so you could adjust but also for his sake cause he was about to lose his sanity. You were so tight and warm that even the layer of the condom wasn’t helping him much. The sensitivity was so strong. He could have cum the moment he entered you, but his willpower was too strong. He needed to fuck you and have you crying, screaming and begging for his dick.

He pulled out to the tip and then pushed right back inside, missing the warmth already. He hummed lowly, starting a steady rhythmic motion, his tip fucking in and out of you deeply.

“Oh, heeseung,” you breathed out, gripping his shoulders, your breasts sloshing from his soft yet powerful thrusts.

You whimpered quietly, taking every single last one of his inches, your lips pursed, and the way you looked at him, almost as if you were begging for more.

He gripped your thighs, pushing them up to your chest and pressing you into his mattress, his long dick hitting impossibly deep as his sweaty thighs clapped against your ass, and you’re sure everyone could hear how roughly he was fucking into you.

“Fuck!” He grunted, speeding up his thrusts, thick cock spearing into you perfectly.

You held onto his biceps as he drilled into you without abandon. “Yes!” You cried out softly. He felt so deep inside you.

“This dick feel good, Angel?” He smirked down at you, knowing you loved it by the look on your face.

You nodded your head rapidly, taking his cock deeply, loving the way you could feel him inside your guts.

“Let me hear. Tell me, is it good?” He said, panting, sweat forming on his body as the veins in his arms bulged.

“Yes, heeseung so good,” you moaned.

“Say it again,” he replied.

“Fuck yes, you fuck me so good,” you cry out, walls clenching on his cock.

“How good?” He digs in deeper, pressing your legs as close to your chest as possible, the bed creaking loudly as he slams his hips into you fucking in and out of your wet squelching hole.

“Fuck” Your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure too much to bear, your head spinning as you mewl, your body shaking from the intensity he fucks you with. “You’re so good, fuck, keep fucking my pussy daddy!” It slipped out by accident, but luckily for you, that just drove him even more wild.

“Yeah, you love daddy’s dick?” he grunts, the vein in his forehead popping out as sweat rolls off his body and onto yours. The air in the RV is tight, stuffy, and covered with steam and the smell of sex.

“Yes, harder, Daddy. Please fuck me harder!” The bed knocked against the wall, his thrusts completely relentless, his hips on autopilot as he plowed into you over and over again, your arousal covering his base and dripping down the crease of your ass.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, speeding up his thrusts fucking you the way you’re begging for it. “I’m so deep in you, Angel.”

His cock starts to twitch inside you, and he reaches down to your clit so you can come together. “Shit!” You moan out, and within an instant, you’re clamping down hard on his dick, letting go and cumming the hardest you’ve ever come.

“You’re gonna make me cum” he gives you three more strokes, and then he comes undone into the condom, breathing heavily and collapsing on top of you, his body sore as he searches for his breath.

He buried his face in your neck, both of you too tired to move and basking in the afterglow of that amazing session.

“We got another show tomorrow,” he breathes out after a few minutes. “You coming?”

He spoke against your neck, nibbling on it softly, exhaustion evident in his voice.

“No ticket,” you mumble out, stroking his sweaty back.

“I’m your ticket” he props himself up, looking down at you with a cocky grin. “All you gotta do is show up and look pretty.”

-

So that’s exactly what you did. You showed up and looked pretty. Heeseung paid extra attention to you for obvious reasons. You can’t believe one night you’re in the crowd hoping for him to notice you, and the next, he’s staring right at you after fucking your brains out the night prior.

The show was great, just like last night. The whole thing still felt unreal, and you were having a difficult time processing everything, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

They played the same set list, but you still enjoyed it, singing along and vibing with the crowd. After the concert was over, you met up with heeseung in the back, just like last night. He took your hand and led you straight to the RV, taking you to his room. “How’d you like the show?” He asked, smirking as he caressed your waist, closing the door with his foot as he pushed you further into his space.

“I loved it like always,” you say, trailing your index finger down his chest. He bit his lip, letting your hands roam over his sweaty body. You slipped your hands under his shirt, feeling his lean body beneath your fingertips, your thumbs grazing his erect nipples, and his breath hitches.

You lightly pushed him onto the bed, your hands working on his jeans, opening the button with urgency. “I’ll show you how much I liked it,” you say, kneeling before him on the bed.

You pull down his pants and boxers with a seductive look in your eye. His hard dick popping out was a sight to see. It somehow looked even better than last night. You eagerly pumped it up and down your lips, attaching it to his precum-stained tip, sucking off his sweaty essence.

You hollowed your cheeks, immediately going down on him, desperate to feel his thick cock on your tongue. You’d been thinking about it all night long.

You stroked his base with your palm before taking his full length into your mouth while gently rubbing his full balls.

“Shit” he wiped his hand over his face in disbelief at how good your mouth felt around him. He felt like he was dreaming.

He laid back, putting his hands behind his head and letting you have your way with his dick.

You transition from soft, slow strokes to sucking on him like his dick is your lifeline.

You moaned on his dick, tasting his salty precum on your tongue. You only had him last night, but now you lived for the taste. It was already so addicting. “So good,” you mumbled on his shaft, slurping him up whole.

“Oh fuck” his hips bucked slightly, his cock getting buried deeper in the back of your throat. “That’s it, keep sucking me in real deep,” he groans, bucking his hips a few times before cumming in your mouth unannounced, but he couldn’t have predicted he’d cum that fast something about your mouth felt magical to him and it had him cumming in mere seconds.

You continue to suck him in as deep as possible, obliging his wish and swallowing his cum until he goes soft in your mouth. You hesitantly pull off him, wiping the corner of your lips with your thumb and sucking it clean, showing him you wouldn’t let a drop go to waste.

“Ass up face down for me,” he orders impatiently, taking off his clothes while you do the same, fumbling with your articles of clothing till they’re off and getting into position for him to fuck you.

He takes out a condom from the same drawer as last night, putting it on easily like he’s done it a million times and positioning himself behind you. “Gonna fuck this wet pussy so good” he glides his cock through your pussy lips, wetting it up.

“Please,” you beg, your hole hot, clenching, and ready for him to take you.

He moves forward on the bed aiming his cock at your hole, and he ruts in, burying himself in your tight cunt with ease. “So fucking tight for daddy, yeah?”

“Shit, yes,” Your eyes fluttered shut as you squeezed the sheets burying your face into his pillows, your walls relaxing around his cock, allowing him to sink in balls deep.

He started out rough, his strokes slow but strong, digging into the depths of your soaked pussy. “Yes,” you moaned, your sounds of pleasure muffled by his pillows as your walls sucked him in, desperately needing more.

He pulled nearly all the way out and roughly slammed back in, knocking the air from your lungs. “Oh!” You panted, your body sliding up the bed with each thrust, your hard nipples brushing against his mattress.

His soft hands pinned you down to the bed, forcing you to arch your back as deep as it could go, and that’s when you felt it, his tip bumping right against your cervix.

You laid there taking his deep back shots, and you got so wet his dick was just sliding in and out of you as you chanted yes over and over again. “Take this dick, angel. Just like that. Look at you swallowing my cock” he spanked you as his sweaty thighs kept hitting your butt with every thrust of his hips. Your pussy was so wet and creamy with each stroke your juices were splashing on his bed and staining the sheets, and the sight was to die for.

“Yes, give it to me, fill me with your cock” you cried out, giving your hole to him and letting him fuck you hard, rough, deep, and fast, just the way you needed.

“Nasty girl, you’re so shameless for my cock. You love this, don’t you?” He taunts fucking you to the hilt, nuzzling his wet tip against your cervix.

“Yes, Daddy,” you drooled on the sheets, your back arching to take more of his dick as his heavy sack slapped against your throbbing clit.

He gripped your waist tighter, holding you in place to fuck you impossibly deep.

It only took a few more precise rolls of his hips before he was groaning loudly and cumming into the condom. “Shit shit shit,” he stutters, mouth going slack in a loud, drawn-out moan.

He positioned his right hand under you, easily finding your clit to massage it until you finished, which was embarrassingly quick. “I’m cumming daddy!” His thrusts turn slow over, sensitivity taking over the both of you as he rubs your clit till your walls clamp down on him, milking him for all his creamy nut.

Collapsing down on top of you, he kisses your shoulders, nibbling at the skin and panting. “Come on tour with me,” he says out of the blue while you’re still trying to catch your bearings.

“What?” You say, confused, your brain still fuzzy and fucked out.

“You heard me.” he kisses your cheek. “Come on tour with me. Don’t think I can live without being inside you every day.”

“Hee-“

“Fuck y/n, just say yes,” he whines desperately and thrusts his hips, tiredly, already addicted to you, the faint pulsing of your walls making him grow hard inside you all over again. “Feel that what you do to me? Please say yes. I need you so bad.”

“What about the members? And we barely even know each other.” You stutter, feeling his tip rubbing at your g spot. Your words holding no real conviction.

“They won’t care. Besides, what better way to get to know you than from the inside out?” he hums, his cock twitching inside you at the implication.

You contemplated, but it didn’t take you long to agree, too smitten with him to say no. After all, it is Lee heeseung, no and his name could not be used in the same sentence when it came to you. “Y-yes”

“That’s my good fucking girl” he props himself up on his palms, sensually rolling his hips, giving you a night you won’t soon forget.

-

When you two are finally done, it’s three in the morning, and countless cum filled condoms lay on the bed with your sweaty, spent bodies.

His breath is still slightly heavy from exhaustion as he rolls to the side of the bed, reaching into his bedside nightstand and pulling out a lighter and a pre-rolled joint.

He holds it to his lips, taking a puff slowly. He exhaled as his eyes fluttered closed, pleasure filling every inch of his body.

“Didn’t know you smoked.” You cuddle close to his side, a finger trailing his sweaty pecs.

He just chuckles softly. “Do you?” You shook your head no. “We gotta change that, here.” he sits up, holding the lit joint to your lips. “Open.” You part your lips slightly with no hesitation cause of who’s asking, and he places it between them. “Now suck on it and hold for two seconds” You do as he says, and you end up choking right away, causing him to smile endearingly at your effort. “We’ll work on that.” he pats your back softly.

After a few attempts, you’re inhaling and exhaling like a pro. The feeling of being high was foreign yet enjoyable as you lay naked in his arms, cuddling. “Never knew a person could look so sexy while smoking,” he comments, and it makes you blush.

He takes a hit and then passes it to you, stroking your thigh and pulling you over his lap as he palms at your bare ass, squeezing softly. “Hee,” you exhale softly, whining from his sensual grip. You were so tired from the previous rounds, yet your pussy was still throbbing for him.

He moans lowly after hearing your soft, needy whines. “Take another hit,” he said softly, eyes hooded as he gripped your ass, grabbing two handfuls, this time kneading on it as he leaned in to suck on your left nipple.

You throw your head back, pleasure taking over you as he moves to your breasts, groping them in his large hands, his mouth moving to each nipple as you feel his cock growing hard underneath you.

You shyly began to roll your hips over his length, your pussy leaving sticky trails of arousal on his dick.

He smirks at your movements, you hold the blunt to his lips this time, and he takes it with no hesitation.

You gripped his shoulders, grinding on his hard dick. It didn’t take long for you both to want more, and you lifted up slightly, grabbing his base and guiding it to your wet hole. “Slow down, Angel, I don’t even have a condom on yet,” he chuckled at your recklessness. “You just really want my dick bad, huh? he teases you and you moan shamelessly, hips rolling in search of his dick.

You take the reins, hands reaching for the drawer with his condoms. You don’t notice what else is inside other that the condoms, and you take out a single condom, ripping it open impatiently as you lean back on his thighs, easily slipping the condom down his erect length.

He watched you as you did all the work, taking a few drags of his joint as he laid beneath you.

You repositioned yourself over him once again, aligning your dripping core with his cock, and you immediately sunk down on him, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of being so full.

You sat on his hard cock, walls throbbing around him, eyes falling shut as you took a solid moment to embrace the feeling of his thickness pressed against every inch of your wet walls.

He held your waist with his left hand running his fingers along your skin softly as you began to bounce on his cock, the pace slow at first but gradually speeding up. “You’re so fucking tight” he squeezed his fingers into your waist, huffing softly each time you came down on his length.

You whimper softly, arching your back as you rested your hands on his chest for support. “Fuck” you moaned, breathing heavily as you rode his thick cock, your legs feeling tired already cause of the feeling of being split open was so good, but you kept your pace, going up and down restlessly.

The sound of your sweaty thighs softly smacking against his, along with steam, the smell of sex and smoke filled his room. “Ride on me just like that,” he encourages, taking one more hit before setting the lit joint aside to take hold of your hips, pulling you down forcibly on his cock. “Fuck yourself on this dick angel.”

“Mmm, hee,” you whined, your legs burning and your walls clenching as his words went straight to your core. “Fuck, i love your cock so much,” you moaned, tits jumping up and down in his face as you bounced on it.

“Shit,” your words make his dick twitch inside you, and he feels like he’s not gonna last much longer. “Show me how much you love it.”

His words fuel you to go faster, slamming yourself down on his dick over and over as you clawed at his bare chest.

Your pussy creamed around the condom, a wet mess between your guy's groin area as wet squelching sounds mixed in with your lewd, broken moans.

Heeseung didn’t announce when he came, but you knew by the way his brows creased, and his abs clenched that he was close. “Bounce on it just like that” he groans out and seconds later you felt the familiar hard throbbing of his cock, and he was emptying himself out into the condom with a loud moan.

You kept bouncing on him, and he put his thumb on your overstimulated clit, circling it until you joined him seconds later, squeezing out every last ounce of cum he had left in his body. As it seeped into the condom, you wished that you could feel him cumming, inside you instead.

“Kiss Daddy,” he breathed out, and you didn’t hesitate to kiss him. He pulled you into his chest, and you both passed out seconds later with him still nestled in you.

-

You woke up in his arms the next morning, the blunt from last night completely burnt out in his ashtray, the sun peeking through the curtains blinding you.

You buried your face in his neck, hiding from the sun and inhaling his scent, which was a mixture of sweat cologne, weed and maybe a bit of what you two did last night.

With you tickling his chest, he wakes up from his slumber, gently stroking your shoulder, his eyes still closed. “Hmm,” he groans, his voice deep with sleep. “What time is it, Angel?” He mumbles, looking at the clock.

“It’s 12, baby,” you hum.

“We’re late for breakfast,” he replies groggily, eyes flicking open as he turns to you with a tired smile.

“I could always have mine here,” you joke, nibbling on his pec.

There’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he chuckles. “Come on, Angel,” he whispers, and both of you finally climb out of bed, finding whatever clothes that weren’t stained with sweat or cum.

When you left his room, it was quite awkward as you ate a late breakfast with his bandmates. He had already told them earlier in the morning when you were still asleep, you’d be going on tour with them, and needless to say, they all gave him shit about.

“You fell in love with a girl in the crowd,” Jake teased him first.

“For real, did you see him? He couldn’t keep his eyes off her the second-night dude was trying so hard not to get a boner on stage,” Jay chimed in.

“Enough,” heeseung sighed. “I didn’t fall for shit. I’m just keeping her around for the tour.”

“What?” Jake replied surprised, his eyes puppy-like and innocent.

“Just for the tour, it’s much easier than getting a new girl every night. Plus, her head game is absolute heaven,” heeseung says nonchalantly and kicks his feet up on a small table.

“Dude, that is even low for you, and that’s saying a lot,” Sunghoon said.

“If she’s stupid enough to think I want anything to do with her outside her pussy, then that’s her problem, not mine” he shrugged.

“You’re literally taking her on a tour that still has months left. If I was her, I’d be getting mixed signals too,” Jay states the obvious.

Heeseung reaches into his pocket, lighting up a joint. “Don’t care. She barely even knows me, so I doubt she’s getting mixed signals.”

“Okay, okay, interesting,” Jake hums, rubbing his chin in thought.

“What?” Heeseung asked as he exhaled a puff of smoke.

“So you don’t like her like that, right? Just using her for sex?” Jake asked to confirm.

“And?” Heeseung said, not seeing where Jake was going with this.

“Nothing, nothing,” Jake smirks to himself.

“Whatever bullshit you’re thinking of, you can fuck right off,” heeseung says immediately.

“Nah, it’s cool. It’s just if you don’t like her, I was thinking of getting a piece for myself. I wouldn’t mind some good head right now,” Jake reasons.

“No,” heeseung dismisses right away.

“Bro, why not?” Jake whines. “You don’t like her.”

“I don’t, but I also don’t like the idea of kissing lips that were on your pathetic dick,” heeseung fires back.

“Come on, bros, before hoes, right?” Jake doesn’t let it go as easily as heeseung would like, and Jay and Sunghoon sigh at their antics.

“No, and if any of you fuckers go near her, we’re gonna have serious problems,” heeseung warns.

“Possessive much,” Sunghoon eggs on, and heeseung rolls his eyes, growing tired of the conversation.

“You got it, boss,” Jake saluted. “But hey, if she comes on to me, just know I’m not saying no, especially cause she’s not even claimed that’s free game.” he shrugged.

Heeseung clenched his jaw as he got up, leaving the room where he could still hear them making remarks about you.

That was how his morning went, but hopefully, his afternoon could be spent without his bandmates irritating him.

As you all ate silently at breakfast, heeseung had his hand placed on your knee, stroking it softly while eating away like he hadn’t eaten in days, but after using all his energy on you last night, he needed it, especially for tonight’s show.

The boys gave each other knowing looks and didn’t hesitate to pick up their teasing from earlier in the morning. “So, y/n, where are you from?” Sunghoon grabs your attention as you bite into a slice of bacon.

“Here,” heeseung answers for you, nodding his head with a soft hum.

“Did you know about our group prior to the concert, or did you happen to stumble across us?” Sunghoon continues to have conversation with you.

“U-uhh, no, I’ve listened to you guys for quite a while now,” you answer shyly.

“And who’s your favorite?” You automatically lowered your head shyly, glancing at heeseung.

“All of you,” you answered, and heeseung’s hand that was on your knee paused.

“It’s okay, to be honest,” Jake chuckled, and his voice alone made you blush. His accent was so nice to hear in person.

“Yeah, we’re big boys. We can handle it,” Jay joins in.

“It’s heeseung,” you mutter bashfully, and heeseung smirks to himself at your response. He resumes stroking your kneecap with his thumb.

“Ahh the bad boy” sunghoon says. “Wouldn’t get too close if I were you.”

Heeseung discreetly glared at Sunghoon, sensing exactly where this was going.

You looked at Sunghoon, wondering what he meant by that, but heeseung quickly interjected before you could ask questions. “Okay, it’s time to go over our lines.” heeseung makes up an excuse to get Sunghoon to shut his mouth before he says too much.

“For what? It’s the same set list as last night,” Sunghoon mumbles, taking a drink of juice, the other two noticing the obvious tension.

“Can we talk outside for a moment?” Heeseung excused himself from the table, and Sunghoon followed him, offering you a kind smile.

“The fuck is your problem?” Heeseung asked once out of earshot.

“What are you even talking about?” Sunghoon crossed his arms over his chest, annoyance written in his stance

“What were you about to tell her?” Heeseung demanded.

“Nothing, just the truth. Are we done?” Sunghoon replied, tired of the conversation before it even began.

“No, sunghoon, we’re not done back the fuck off, alright? She’s grown. She can fend for herself and make her own decisions.”

“Why? Scared she won’t stick around when she finds out you fuck anything with a pussy, that you don’t do shit other than smoke, drink, and black out?”

“That’s none of your fucking business, and neither is it hers” heeseung angrily walked past Sunghoon, intentionally bumping his shoulder on the way out.

When they came back, you and the guys were all having a full-blown conversation, smiling and talking with them, learning a little about their off-stage personalities, and now being around them wasn’t half as awkward.

“I’m gonna go shower, okay?” Heeseung whispered to you, kissing you on the cheek. “You can join me if you want.” he licked the shell of your ear teasingly while the guys talked amongst themselves, and you’re thankful they didn’t see just how flustered heeseung’s action made you.

It didn’t take long for you to finish breakfast and politely excuse yourself, following heeseung to the shower, where he was already inside naked, letting the water cascade down his perfect body. “You made it,” he says with a tired smile once you join him inside.

“Yeah,” you whisper, looking up at him, your hands finding their rightful place on his pecs.

His hands naturally roam your lower half squeezing your ass as he bends down to press a kiss to your lips.

He reached down, grabbed his soap, and lathered it on his hands before covering your body in the sudsy foam hands roaming your body but mainly focusing on your ass and breasts, fondling them softly.

You felt his hard cock pressing into you, and you moaned softly. “Heeseung,” he grins, knowing the effect his touch leaves on your body.

“Turn around for me,” he whispered. After cleaning your body, you do as he says, feeling his cock nudged against your ass.

He moves the two of you out of the water stream, pushing you against the wall, your cheek resting on the cold tile, palms pressed into the wall to brace yourself.

He bends down, littering the side of your neck with kisses, hands fondling your breasts as he ruts his cock against your ass.

Your eyes fall shut, mouth parting to let out soft moans as your core begins to pulse with heat.

His hands trail down to your hips, maneuvering your body in the perfect arch.

His hips pressed flush against your ass, his cock slotted between your upper thighs as your arousal stained his hardened cock.

You can’t help but back up against him, eager to feel him inside you.

Smirking at your movement, he pulls his hips back, palm sliding from your right hip to your core, where he inserts two of his thick fingers, taking your breath away.

Your walls clench down on him, immediately welcoming the stretch and the pleasuring glide of his skilled fingers.

“Hmm, yes,” you moan softly, aware of his members being just a few feet away from the two of you.

He opens you nicely as his left-hand drops between your legs to play with your clit.

Your legs nearly give out, but you brace yourself against the wall using your last bits of strength and sanity to hold yourself up, and you can’t believe just his fingers made you this weak.

He bites his lips speeding up the pace of his fingers inside you and on your clit, loving the sound of your wetness. It was so loud it overpowered the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, and he didn’t know what was wetter, the shower or you, as your arousal dripped down his wrist.

Your walls flutter around his fingers, and you let out endless soft moans as the pads of his fingers hit that spot over and over again. “Ah ahh hee, I’m cumming” You mewl, back arching as you squeeze around his fingers tightly, letting the pleasure take over your body.

A relieved smile takes over your features, and your eyes shut in pure bliss as he caresses your walls through your orgasm.

Before you could fully recover from that beautiful orgasm, his fingers slipped out of you, and you were immediately stuffed with his cock. He slowly pushed all the way in with one thrust, his thickness filling you up completely. “Fuckkk,” you cried out, legs shaking in pleasure.

His pace was fast from the start, the loud clap of your wet bodies colliding when he bottomed out, echoing against the tiled walls.

“Hmm, mm,” you moaned with each stroke, your sounds of pleasure never ceasing cause every time he entered, you felt better than the last.

Placing a hand on your lower back, he arches you further, allowing his dick to penetrate your deepest parts.

He grabs your hair with his other hand, tangling it in his palm, exposing your neck so he can lean in and place kisses there.

He fucks into you faster, watching the recoil of your ass every time he slams his thick cock into you, the sight turning him on even more. “Fuck” he groans, breathing deeply through his nose, listening to the sounds of your wet pussy taking his dick.

He can’t help but go rougher with each rut of his hips, making you lose balance. You stumble forward, not prepared for his tip kissing against your cervix. “Taking it so good.” he goes even harder till you’re up against the wall with no choice but to take everything he has to give you, your wet breasts smushed against the walls as he drills into your heat continuously.

Your moans are far louder than they were before, but you can’t help it. It just feels too good. You back your ass up on him, meeting his thrusts, desperately trying to feel all of his cock as you fuck back on him. “Yeah, Angel, that’s it, fuck yourself on daddy’s dick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you cry out, using all your strength and your desire for the man behind you to press yourself flush against his abdomen fucking yourself on his long thick cock.

His grip tightened in your hair, his right hand going to your clit in circles as he overpowers you, thrusting into you so hard and deep that you can’t keep up; you succumb to the pleasure of taking everything he’s giving you. “Fuck, feels so fucking good” he throws his head back, the warm water from the shower doing little to help the chill running down his spine.

His tip slides in so smoothly, your ridged walls bringing him so much pleasure that he can’t help but cum. He leans forward, wet chest pressed against your back as he moans in your ear. “Cum on this dick, angel” That’s all it takes for you to cream around him. Your body shaking violently, he releases your hair, holding you up by your throat instead, using just enough pressure to bring you unexplainable amounts of pleasure. Your tongue falls out, eyes rolling back in your head, your pussy still begging and aching for his cock.

“More,” you choke out, your oxygen being cut off from his firm grip mixed with steam in the shower.

You reach your hand back, holding onto his waist for some kind of support as he pounds in from behind.

He feels your walls still clenching tightly despite your first orgasm, and he holds off from cumming, making you cum again with the gentle circles he applied to your sensitive clit.

Your legs gave out, and if it wasn’t for him holding you by your throat, you would have collapsed. Your knees gave in, your body trembling, your voice shaking as you let the pleasure consume your body. “Cream on daddy’s dick, angel, just like that,” he murmurs voice low in your ear, hot breath fanning against your skin as he leaves wet open, mouth kisses on your neck and back.

He holds you still, quickly pulling out and jerking his cock. “Daddy’s gonna cum” he groans, spilling his thick creamy cum all over your lower back and ass. “Fuck” he grits through his teeth, stroking his thick cock till his balls are empty and you’re stained in his messy release.

Running a finger through his wet hair, he huffs out a heavy breath leaning back to admire how you look, all wrecked, bent over, and covered in his cum.

He chuckles softly, kissing the center of your back and playfully biting on your shoulder before turning you around to face him. “You liked that a lot, huh?” He teases, looking at your fucked out expression, and all you can do is nod, too overcome with pleasure to properly respond.

He brought you to his chest, standing you up straight as he caressed your body. “I'm addicted to you, Angel,” he hummed against your skin, and you relaxed against him, panting softly. “You know that right?” He grins.

You giggled shyly at his words, feeling giddy and warm as he held you close, washing your body clean of his release.

After the steamy session in the shower, you both got ready, sharing the small sink to brush your teeth together.

When you were done, you exited the bathroom together in nothing but your towel, him following closely after you.

He spanked your bottom, and you giggled, speeding up to escape him. He grinned and chased after you through the living room, blocking the TV screen where Jay and Jake were gaming and shouting about you guys being in the way. Heeseung was giggling while holding his towel around his waist until you guys reached his bedroom, and finally, you had nowhere to run. “Caught you,” he said, out of breath, and held you against him, breathing heavily from chasing you.

With his face so close, your giggles died down in your throat, and he eyed your face, the sunlight poking through the curtains magnifying your beauty, and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you looked in the natural sunlight freshly out of the shower.

His gaze was so intense it took your breath away as you got lost in it. “You caught me,” you whispered, warm breath fanning his face.

He closed whatever distance was between you two, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He pulled away, eyes fluttering open as he smiled brightly at you. “Let’s get dressed and go to the store. Gotta get you tour ready.”

-

By the time you and heeseung left the store, it was nightfall, and the concert was about to start. Within an hour, you watched from the sidelines backstage with the band.

It was cool seeing the process and the behind-the-scenes work.

It’s still crazy to think not even a week ago, you’d do just about anything to have this opportunity, and somehow, you’re lucky enough to be here right now. A part of you still couldn’t believe it.

You used to watch them on your computer from your bed, and now you’re fucking the lead singer and getting to attend every concert.

Heeseung noticed you, thinking you were adorable. As you watched them setting up, he walked over to you with a flirty smile on his lips. “Your eyes on me only, please” he teased.

“All I see is you,” you replied, arms encircling his neck as you stood on your tiptoes to peck his lips. “Can’t wait to see you perform.”

“Can’t wait to perform for you,” he smiles, kissing you back, getting a little too lost in the moment, his hands groping your ass as you moan into his mouth, letting his tongue explore you.

“Save it for after the show,” Jay says in protest, watching you guys going at it like teenagers.

Heeseung smirked against your lips, pulling you into him even closer as his bandmates grumbled in the background.

When you needed a breather, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Heeseung!” Jake scolded. “We’re on in one minute.”

“Can’t wait to fuck you after the show” he kissed your lips one last time and headed onto the stage, leaving you a flustered mess.

When you caught your bearings, you quickly went through the front, checking in like normal, except your seat was closest to the stage, a spot reserved for family and friends. You sat down in your spot and waited for the show to start, which was fairly soon since heeseung had taken up all the time to make out with you.

You were enjoying the show like the previous nights, well, for the most part, but when the final song came on, and heeseung was doing his signature move, you couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that bubbled in your chest cause why was he smiling at other girls and doing it for them and not you?

You knew it was an overreaction on your part, but still, the feeling lingered as girls screamed over him, and he entertained it, too, grabbing their hands and blowing them kisses like you were not even there. Not once did he do any of that with you.

But you remember it’s only fan service.

The show ended, and you went out back to the RV, waiting for them to do their fan meeting. In the back, your mood now completely ruined.

Obviously, you didn’t go cause you knew them personally, so there was really no point, besides you wanted to give yourself a moment to calm down and think rationally because you were feeling jealous for no reason.

You waited for them, scrolling on your phone to pass the time, and still, you couldn’t shake that jealous feeling inside your chest.

When it was over, the first thing heeseung did was find you at the back of the RV on his bed. “Hey, angel,” he smiled tiredly at you, his body still soaked in sweat as he opened his arms for a hug.

You embraced him, feeling the heat still radiating off his body as he engulfed you. “You only watched me, right?” He chuckled, leaning back to admire your beautiful face.

You didn’t say anything, only giving him a small smile as you nodded your head.

It was undeniable that there was indifference on your face, and he didn’t hesitate to question you about it. “What’s wrong, Angel?” He asks tenderly, thumb swiping a small piece of hair away from your face.

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, patting his back, but he’s still not convinced.

“Come on, tell daddy what’s wrong, sugar.” he tilts your chin up, pecking your lips briefly.

“It’s just…” you hesitate.

“Here,” he says, placing his hand on your lower back and climbing into bed with you.

You cuddled up next to him, nervously playing with your hands. “Talk to me.” he placed his hand on your knee, stroking it softly.

“It’s stupid, but it’s just the way you looked at those girls in the crowd.” You feel embarrassed as soon as the words leave your lips, but it’s true, and you aren’t going to lie to him, no matter how embarrassing it is.

A smile tugs at his lips, already knowing what you’re getting at, and he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t his intention. He just wanted to see how much of an effect it’d have on you, and your reaction just boosted his ego. “Angel, it’s all for show. They mean nothing. Besides, why would I waste time on them when I can come backstage to this?” he slides his hand up your thigh, opening your legs slightly and slipping his hand up your skirt, cupping your heat. You gasp, eyes widening in surprise, the insecure thoughts from earlier disappearing in your mind within a second. “Was thinking bout this pussy the whole time,” he leans in, his forehead resting against yours as he thumbs at your clit a little. “Don’t worry, that pretty little head, okay angel?”

Your breathing was heavy, your face hot as he added slight pressure to your clit, stroking it up and down through the material of your underwear. “Hee,” you breathed out weakly, holding his wrist as your eyes closed softly, body easily caving to the pleasure.

“Gonna let daddy satisfy this pussy, hmm?” His middle finger presses against your covered hole teasingly. “Know you want it, Angel. Saw the way you kept looking at me on stage, the look in your eyes practically begging me to fuck you just like the first night I saw you.”

“Hmph,” your eyes roll back in your head as you nod, a soft knot forming on your forehead.

“Hmmm,” he grins softly. “Lay back for me.”

Your body melts into his mattress, and he lays between your legs, hands flipping up the bottom of your skirt, revealing your covered core.

He presses his face right against your cunt, inhaling your scent deeply, eyes closed as his tongue falls out, licking a wet stripe up your pussy.

You whimper, breath already heavy as you feel his warm spit seeping through your panties and wetting your already damp pussy lips.

He sucks your clit through the fabric, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on your thighs as his cock grows beneath his jeans.

He slips your panties to the side, unveiling your pretty little pussy. Licking his lips at the sight, he swiped his tongue along your entrance, the tip poking in and out of your wet hole.

Groaning at the taste of you, he purses his lips, rubbing them along your swollen cunt, head, tilting to the side to make out with your pussy, his tongue flicking inside your hole, exploring you with it and embedding the warmth and feeling of you on his tastebuds.

“Heeseung,” a breathless moan escapes your lips, your body hot with pleasure as he gives your clit some love and attention.

He softly licks on the sensitive bud before pulling it between his soft pink lips.

He pulls away, savoring your juices, eyes closed, as he licks his lips like he’s trying to memorize your taste.

He pushes his face right against your pussy buried between your thighs, his mouth pleasuring every inch of your pussy as he licks you like he’s absolutely in love with your exquisite taste.

Your breath grows heavier while you bury your hands in his damp hair, and that’s when he pumps two thick fingers in your hole, turning you into a complete mess.

Your body reacts to his touch, walls clenching, clit pulsating with arousal as the sound of his wet mouth slurping on your pussy fills your ears.

He hums in satisfaction, curling his fingers up smoothly, flicking the spot he knows makes your knees buckle and your legs shake. “Yes, Daddy,” you whine, eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of him devouring your cunt.

Kneading your left thigh, he continues stroking your pussy with his fingers and sucking your clit precisely till you’re moaning out loudly seconds from your orgasm.

With one final suck, you let go, clamping down violently on his fingers, soaking them in even more of your juices. “Fuck heeseung shit,” you mewl softly.

“Tastes like heaven,” he murmurs, the soft vibrations of his deep voice making you jolt softly, back arching off the bed as you let the pleasure wash over you. “Now let me show you what I was thinking about all night.”

He stands up, ridding himself of each article of clothing, throwing the damp clothes onto the floor somewhere.

His focus soon turns to you, and he impatiently undresses you, his hands yanking down your skirt and panties.

You sit up briefly, allowing him to slip your top over your head, and within the blink of an eye, your bra is unclasped, leaving you completely naked while your clothes join his pile on the floor.

Like every other night the two of you have fucked, he reaches into his drawer, condom packets in hand, along with something else that he sets aside for now before returning to you on the bed.

“On your stomach,” he doesn’t need to tell you twice. It’s automatic at this point. Whatever he says, you do, no questions asked, cause you know whatever he does to you, you’ll love it cause you’re absolutely infatuated with him.

You hear a sharp pop sound but think nothing of it until you feel a warm gel-like sensation between your ass, and before you can question it, you feel his index finger slipping into your ass, gliding in easily with the help of what you come to realize was lube.

“Mhmp,” you gripped his sheets, a whimper leaving your throat as you felt him sink his finger inside you knuckle deep.

“Feels so tight” he straddles your lower half, and you reach your hands behind you pulling your ass cheeks apart and giving him free rein over your body as he fingers your tight rim.

It felt unlike something you’ve ever felt before, but it was so good it had your toes curling.

He made sure you were nice and warmed up, adding in finger after finger till you were well adjusted and taking him with ease. Your body was writhing on the bed. The friction from the sheets against your clit caused your hole to leak immensely, a puddle of arousal between your thighs.

You were moaning softly, coming to love the feeling of something deeply penetrating your ass. His thick fingers prepped you so well.

He grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing more into his hand, covering his whole shaft from base to tip, groaning softly as he stroked his aroused length. “Gonna let daddy fuck this nice little ass, hmm?”

“Yes, Daddy, please fuck my ass,” you begged shamelessly, but how could you not? The idea of him filling another one of your holes was far too arousing to resist.

He pulls out his fingers, watching your rim twitch with anticipation. He holds the bottle above your hole, squeezing some more lube on and smearing it over your hole with the head of his cock. “Fuck” he curses under his breath. Just the idea of being inside your ass, turning him on.

Pressing his tip on your hole, he slowly sinks in, disappearing inch by inch. The feeling makes you wince. It was unusual but good, really good, as he pushed in deeper, and you felt so full, his thick cock plugging you up completely.

“So fucking tight for me” he moves your hands so he can massage your ass while he stays nestled in you, letting you adjust.

“Ahh,” you moan when he pulls back, feeling his tip sliding in and out of you.

“Like the way daddy feels in that ass, angel?” He bites his lip, hands spreading your cheeks open, watching you sucking him back in every time he pulls out slightly.

“Yes,” you breathe out, relaxing completely and welcoming him inside you.

He drags his hips back just the tip inside before sinking in slowly again. “Fuckkkk me, Angel,” he throws his head back, eyes shut, as he swallows hard, rocking his hips into you, fucking your tight ass.

You lay there taking it, your lower half feeling numb but so good.

You never imagined that his dick would feel so good in your ass, but now that you’ve felt him like this, you think you might already be addicted, and you never wanted him to pull out. “Fuck my ass, hee,” you cry weakly, taking his dick to the hilt.

“Yeah? Like that, huh? Taking my dick up your tight little ass, right angel?”

You moan in response, and that gives him all the confirmation to keep going fucking your ass without a care in the world.

He drops his head down to watch his cock disappear in your ass. Your hole stretched open to take his thick veiny length. “Want daddy to cum in your ass? Claim this tight little hole.”

“Hmm, mm yes, d-daddy, please.”

“Mhh yeah, such a slut for daddy’s cock and cum aren’t you, angel?” You nodded frantically, your hole squeezing around his cock, begging for his cum.

He grabs your wrist holding your arms back, using you for leverage to slam his cock deep in your ass. His hot sweaty skin slams against yours, the loud sound echoing in his room as you scream out in pleasure. “Fuck yeah, scream for this dick,” he moans, sweat leaking from his forehead as he drills into you. “Gonna cum in your ass, angel,” he grunts, stilling inside you, his tired hips bucking while releasing your arms and falling on top of you, panting heavily as his cum shoots deep inside your ass. “God fuck” he breathes out, nuzzling into your neck, hips thrusting incessantly as he fills you with every last drop, his body trembling in pleasure.

It takes you both a moment to even move your bodies, feeling paralyzed from the pleasure.

He kisses your neck and pulls out his soft dick. Some minutes later, his milky white cum escapes your hole and drips down between your thighs onto the sheets.

You turn over on your back, covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the feeling of his cock inside your ass still lingering as you clench around nothing.

You stare up at the ceiling, not really able to pay attention to your surroundings after being fucked utterly senseless.

Heeseung grabbed the condom packet from earlier, tearing it open and sliding it down his hard length. He was insatiable. Something about your body had his body reacting in ways it hadn’t before. He was already hard again in seconds.

He takes place between your legs, grabbing your thighs and positioning them around his thin waist.

He smirks at the look of shock on your face as he aligns himself with your hole.

You looked between your legs, watching as he slowly pushed his tip in. “Hee-heeseung,” you gripped his biceps, holding on for dear life as he entered you, pausing to lean in and give you a kiss.

“Need you so fucking bad,” he whines, veins bulging in his neck as he bottoms out, every muscle in his body sore he should rest, but he can’t help himself. His cock betrays him as it goes impossibly hard inside you, twitching and begging for another release.

“Then take me,” you say hoarsely, watching him fall apart above you, his sweat leaking down onto your body as his mouth falls open in a silent moan while he slowly fucks into you. “Take my fucking pussy, Daddy. It’s all yours,” you moan, squeezing your breasts and toying with your nipples.

“Fuck” he moans impatiently, snapping his hips as if he’s jealous of your hands. He moves them out of the way, trading places so he can fondle your breasts and tweak your hardened nipples instead. “So soft.” he squeezed your mounds, rolling his hips sensually, his tip filling you up entirely.

Your hands roam his sweaty abdomen until you reach his chest, thumbs circling his nipples, and he feels himself losing it. It was all too much for him to withstand. His cock was already so sensitive from cumming prior, and he couldn’t stop himself.

Knowing he wasn’t far off, he left your breasts to play with your clit rubbing it up and down harshly. “Cum on daddy’s dick, angel, Please, need to feel you,” his voice comes out soft and pleading. “Cum with me, please,” he begs.

The sound of his moans mixed with the feeling of his body on top of yours and his cock reaching that special spot had you easily coming undone, walls spasming around his condom-covered shaft. “H-heeseung,” you huffed out. It felt like an out-of-body experience, and all you felt was pleasure riddled all over your body.

“Fuck yes, just like that, keep squeezing my dick, angel” he cums inside the condom hard, spurt after spurt shot out, and he so badly wanted to cum in your pussy instead.

He rests on top of you, both your bodies drenched in sweat and exhausted out of your minds.

As you both lay there panting, he pulls out of you with a gentle hiss, his cock softening as he peels the condom off his sensitive length.

He’s shocked to see the amount of semen filling up nearly half the condom, and he’s surprised it didn’t overflow. He can’t remember a time he’s ever cum that much.

Tossing the used latex aside, he hovers over your body, and before he can even think about moving to take a shower, your arms are reaching for him. He gives In immediately, body too tired to say no.

He held you in his arms, and neither of you said a word, but nothing needed to be said after that heated moment, and just minutes later, you both drifted off to sleep.

-

You woke up next to a naked heeseung laying on his back as you lightly trailed his chest with your fingertips.

You see him smile before opening his eyes, his groggy morning voice getting you. “Hey, angel”

“Hey, hee,” you cuddle up closer to him, and he wraps an arm around you.

“My angel sleep well?” He clears his voice gently as he opens his eyes, looking down at you from the corner of his eye.

You nodded shyly, resting your head on his chest.

“Daddy knows how to put his angel to sleep,” he teases, referring to last night, you hid your head in the crook of his neck, shy at the mention of last night. “You took me so well, Angel. Didn’t know you had all that in you.” he goes on further, teasing you for the fun of it. “Just thinking about it is making me hard.”

From his praise, you gained a surge of confidence, your hand slyly lowering to between his legs. “Yeah?” You bit your lip softly, your eyebrow slightly raised.

“Ooh shit,” he chuckles lightly as you slowly stroke his dick under the sheets. “Yeah, really.” he turns on his side, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss on your lips before leaning up.

You smiled at him, kissing along his chest while pumping his cock. “Get on your knees and suck it.”

You obey his order, getting out of bed and getting on your knees right away.

He sits up, legs spread out, and you busy your hands on his dick, both of them working up and down his shaft while he reaches into his drawer, grabbing the supplies to roll his blunt for the morning.

You occupy yourself with his dick enveloping him in your mouth, savoring the taste of his cock on your tongue as you lap at his wet slit.

His eyes are drowsy, hooded with sleep and arousal as he packs the paper with ground-up weed. “Keep sucking it like that, Angel,” he sighs, watching himself disappear in your warm wet mouth, running a hand through his messy hair.

His abs tense, toes curling at the sensation when he feels close. He holds your cheek, keeping you still. “Lick it for me, Angel.” he holds the paper to your mouth, letting you wet the it so he can seal his blunt. “There you go, lick it the same way you lick my cock” he bites his lips, enjoying the sight of your wet tongue swiping along the paper. “Good,” he cooed, stroking your cheek. “Now suck” he holds the blunt to your lips, lighting it up and letting you take the first hit.

When you exhale, he guides your head back to his dick, and you open up, taking his hard length in your mouth again, slurping him up.

He shudders when the blunt hit his lips, the feeling of your saliva coming in contact with his lips making his eyes roll and his thighs twitch as he inhales deeply, his head falling backward as he indulges in his two favorite things: sex and drugs.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, bobbing your mouth up and down on him, saliva spilling down to his balls as he makes you deepthroat him and gag on his tip.

His muscles convulse as you tighten on his sensitive tip. “Fuck, angel, your mouth is heaven,” he groans, hips bucking lightly to stroke the back of your throat.

He takes another hit holding in the smoke and pushing his cock as deep down your throat as you can take it.

You squeeze his thighs, eyes watering as you choke on his thick cock.

A glob of wetness drips from your hole, loving the feeling of his heavy cock on the back of your tongue.

Despite gagging on his length multiple times, you don't stop and instead pick up the pace, his tip hitting your tonsils over and over again.

“Hah fuck” he sighs, watching you take it deep. “Just like that, keep gagging on your daddy’s big dick” he exhales the smoke in his mouth, his high approaching while he gets high from each puff. “You like that?” He bends down slightly, his voice much softer and sweeter than the actions you’re performing between his legs.

You nod your head, mouth never leaving his dick as you continue sucking him off. “Yeah, angel? You like choking on me?”

You moan on his cock, eyes rolling in the back of your head, and to see you enjoying it as much as him, if not more, only satisfied him tenfold. “You want daddy’s cum angel? Gonna swallow me?” He whispered.

Another moan erupts from the back of your throat, the idea of tasting him making excitement rise in your body. “Yes, Daddy, give me your cum want it so bad” You pull off his cock just long enough to beg him for his release, and you’re back to sucking him, slobbering all over his cock eagerly.

“Fuck angel, take your daddy’s cum and swallow like a good little fucking girl,” he groans, releasing strongly down your throat, hot thick spurts of cum spilling on your tongue as you swallow him greedily.

You moan nonstop, savoring his taste. “Shit shit,” he whispered, his body stuttering as he cums even harder than last night.

His blunt twitches between his fingers as he emptied into your mouth, his balls tightening with every drop. “Fuckkkkkkk,” he sighs, whimpering softly, his heavy panting filling up the RV. “Oh my god,” he falls back on the mattress, completely spent.

You lick him all the way from his balls to tip, sucking him off till he goes completely soft, and even then, it’s hard for you to pull away, and you think you’re addicted to sucking his cock. He was just so perfect, and he tasted so good you’d spend all day between his legs if he’d let you.

You stand up and straddle his waist on the bed, your wet pussy hovering over his soft cock as you lean down and kiss his lips.

He hums, exhausted, still catching his breath.

You take the blunt from between his fingers before it can burn into the sheets and take another hit. “Just what I needed to start my day.” he lazily places his arm on your lower back, holding you gently.

You smiled, holding the blunt to his lips, slowly grinding down on him, but he held you still. “I can’t, angel. We gotta get ready for tonight,” he tells a white lie and flips you over on your back, laying you back in bed.

“Just a quickie,” you pout, arms wrapping around his neck.

“I can’t.” he props himself up, headed to take a shower.

“Please?” You whine, arms reaching out for him.

“I already told you I can’t,” he replied, growing frustrated within a matter of seconds. “Just do it yourself,” he says, not paying attention to you. “I’ll fuck you good after you already know that” he walks over to you, stroking your cheek. “Okay, angel, just be ready for me.”

“Okay,” you sigh disappointedly, but you knew he was busy, and you didn’t want to interfere with his work. “Can I join you?”

“Yeah, come on, Angel.” he takes your hand, leading you to the shower with him, and you both lazily wash each other's bodies, your energy on E from all your sessions with him.

You share a few kisses in between, taking turns washing each other's hair until you’re both clean. After your shower with him, you both get ready for the night, and he is off to do rehearsals.

At least that’s what he told you.

“I wanna come to rehearsals,” you hugged him, swaying him back and forth affectionately.

“I know, Angel” he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. “But just rest, okay? We’ve been on the road a lot, and I just think it’s best for you, yeah?”

“But,” he put his finger up to your mouth to shush you.

“No, buts angel, just rest up, and I’ll be back soon enough. Save all your energy for me tonight.” he kissed your forehead gently and left without another word.

Not only did heeseung do rehearsals, but he also went to a club.

Alone.

Leaving you all by yourself for hours on end with no contact.

You: Baby, when are you coming back?

You texted him and got no answer. After an hour, you tried to get ahold of him again, but still no answer.

You decided to call Sunghoon since he’d given you his number, and luckily, he picked up, updating you on what was going on. “Hey, I was wondering if you’d give the phone to heeseung. He’s not answering,” you bit on your nail nervously.

“Heeseung? I’m not with him right now, but I’ll let him know you called,” Sunghoon answers.

“But I thought you guys had rehearsals?” You reply.

“Rehearsals? We already did that yesterday. Me and the guys went out to eat. We haven’t seen heeseung all day.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Wait, so you haven’t seen him at all either?” Sunghoon questioned.

“No, not since earlier this morning, he said he had rehearsals.”

It was silent on the line for a moment before Sunghoon spoke, and he had a bad feeling in his stomach. “Okay, I’ll call him and let you know if he answers.”

“Okay, bye, thanks, sunghoon.” You hang up, and that information does nothing to soothe your nerves cause now heeseung lied to you.

You wonder why.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he had stopped at a club in the area he was familiar with. He had connections with a lot of people in town, and he was so excited to know that the band would be touring in his hometown. The first spot he thought of was the little club he used to frequent in his high school days.

He met up with an old group he used to buy from, and the rest was history.

With a pit in your stomach, you continued to scroll on your phone to pass the time while waiting for heeseung. The guys had come home around an hour ago and headed to bed early, not thinking much of his absence, but you stayed up waiting for heeseung, and when he finally arrived, you engulfed him in a hug, happy that he was back and slightly worried about him for being out so late. “Missed me, angel?” He chuckles cockily.

“Yes, you were gone all day,” you pout.

Your nose scrunched after smelling perfume on him, and a wave of panic and jealousy came flooding in. “What’s that smell?”

“What smell?” He asks curiously.

“It’s just it smells like perfume,” you mutter, trying to keep your negative feelings at bay.

“Oh, don’t sweat it, baby. There were a lot of people there, so…” he trails off, trying to kiss you again.

“A lot of people where?” You ask.

He breathes out through his nose, eyes flicking back and forth to quickly come up with another lie. “Uhh, at rehearsals.”

“But I called Sunghoon, and he said you had rehearsed yesterday,” You push for answers.

“Oh yeah, the band did, but I have different rehearsals for vocals.” The way the lies fall from his lips doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

You nodded your head in understanding, but you still didn’t feel quite right. You were probably just overthinking things. “You must be tired.” You caressed his shoulders gently.

“Not too tired for you, told you I’d fuck you good didn’t I angel?” He smirks, backing you toward the bed.

“You did,” you smile, hands slipping into his black leather jacket and slipping it off his wide shoulders, leaving him in his blue jeans and a white tank top.

“So lay back for me, Angel. Close your eyes and enjoy it.” he lays you flat on the bed, dropping down to his knees, hands slowly spreading your legs open. “I missed your pussy so fucking much,” he whispers, peppering soft kisses along your thighs, serving as an appetizer before the main course. “Just wanna be inside you all day,” he groans like the fact he can’t be hurt him. “Need to taste you all the time.”

Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying his soft kisses just like he told you to, your breath hitches as he rolls up your skirt, revealing your panties, the white and lavender pair he bought for you when he took you to the mall.

His cock twitches involuntarily, and he presses his face against your crotch, inhaling the alluring scent of your arousal. “Oh fuck” he whispers, palming over his bulge, lightly impatient to feel your tightness around him.

He places gentle eager kisses over your clothed pussy nipping at your clit through the fabric. “Hee-“

His eyes fall shut, hands kneading your thighs as he sticks out his tongue, teasing you through the material, dampening it with his saliva.

You grip the sheets, biting on your lip. You feel his cold fingers slip your panties to the side, his warm breath replacing the coolness of his fingers.

His lips press softly against your core. Your body shudders in sensitivity, his warm lips kissing your vulva.

Sticking out his tongue, he flicks your engorged bud, and you whimper, brows creasing from the feeling of his tongue.

He laps at your hole, gathering your sweet slick on his tongue and savoring your taste. “Hmm, tastes like heaven,” he hums against your heat, tongue licking up and down.

He slides his left hand up your thigh, finger prodding at your hole. He swiped his finger along your opening, collecting your wetness on his finger and slipping it inside.

You clenched down on his finger immediately, and he started pumping it in and out, his thick finger working you open.

Your hands left the sheets to grip his black hair, tugging it lightly.

He groans from the slight sting, adding another finger just to feel you grip his hair tighter, pleasure mixing with the pain, a feeling he was used to.

He stretched your walls open with the thickness of his fingers fucking into your hole and licking your clit.

“Hee, I-“ he fastens the pace of his tongue, his fingers steadily moving into you, curling up and rubbing your sweet spot.

Your body shook, thighs trembling until you felt it, but it was more intense than before. Your mouth parted, eyes squeezing shut as you gave in, focusing on the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive clit and his thick fingers fucking your hole.

For the first time, you squirted, and it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You couldn’t worry about the wetness soaking him, too lost in pleasure, gripping his hair as pleasure surged through you so intensely, only a faint ringing in your ears as you lay limp on the bed panting.

“Oh fuckkkkk,” you whine, back arching off the bed as you grind on his fingers, hips rolling in a circle, getting the absolute most of your orgasm.

“Just like that, squirt on your Daddy’s face,” he says, voice filled with pure delight as he drinks from you, swallowing it down like he’d die of thirst if he didn’t catch every last drop. “Love this fucking pussy so damn much,” he groans, eyes rolling back in his head, tongue tirelessly licking at your hole, begging for more.

He slowly caressed your walls, his fingers slipping out along with more of your wetness.

He latched his mouth onto your hole, sucking out everything your body had to give him.

Finally pulling away, he nudged your clit with the tip of his nose, inhaling you one last time.

He leans back on his knees, admiring your blissed-out state with a smirk on his face.

You’re heaving eyes barely open, soft pants falling from your bitten lips. You watch as he stands between your legs, the bulge in his jeans evident, and even though you have already come, your walls clamp down around nothing, begging to be filled by him.

He rubs over the thick bulge in his pants, biting on his lip. “Open up for Daddy.” he pulls his zipper down, opening the button on his jeans while you spread your legs wider. “That’s my angel,” he breathes out, lowering his jeans around his waist, then his boxers unveiling his cock.

You’ve seen him many times before, but it only got better with time, his pretty cock leaking precum, his full balls waiting to be emptied. The sight alone had your heart racing and your pussy dripping.

He placed his hands on your inner thighs, stroking the soft flesh. “Such a pretty pussy” he positioned his shaft between your swollen pussy lips, gliding it back and forth, covering his dick in your arousal.

You whimper softly, the sensitivity almost too much for you to handle, but your body welcomes him and craves him like you were meant to be pleasured by his cock till you couldn’t take it anymore.

He rolls his hips, his tip catching on your clit just right. “F-fuck” he smirks, pursing his lips, watching his dick getting drenched in copious amounts of your leak.

“Look at it, baby” he motions his head between your legs, and you lift your head, eyeing his girthy cock rubbing your pussy.

Your eyes grow lidded, filled with arousal, as you spot the dot of precum on his tip. “So big,” you whimper.

“Yeah? Daddy’s big?” You nodded your head, eyes focused on his cock. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” you swallowed dryly. “Want you to fuck me with your big cock, Daddy, please” You look at him in the eyes, hips bucking up in need of his cock.

“It’s hard not to fuck you when you talk to me like that.”He withdrew his hips, aligning himself with your hole, easily pushing inside you, burying his length to the depths of your pussy with one thrust.

Your mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes going back to your head as your walls clenched around him. “Maybe I’ll talk to you like that more often,” you say breathlessly.

“You’re so naughty, angel.” He grins. “That feel good? Like to be fucked by a big cock?” He kneads your thighs, creating a steady rhythm and releasing that ache between your legs.

“Yes, Daddy” You hold the backs of your thighs, spreading even wider, head falling back against the mattress as he fucks into your little hole.

“Angel,” he breathes out through his nose, clenching his jaw as he speeds up the pace till your breasts are sloshing with each strong thrust.

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewl walls gushing more wetness around his shaft.

He pulls you to the edge of the bed, knees slightly bent as he fucks into you, his thrusts animalistic, his heavy balls slapping your ass with each stroke.

He pushed his tank top up, tucking it under his chin, watching your pussy creaming his dick. “Fuck, angel, that’s it. Get daddy’s dick nice and creamy” On cue, the wet sounds of him sliding in and out fill your ears, the sound so sinful yet pleasurable. “Keep creaming for me, Angel”

He ruts into you like a rabbit in heat, his thrusts messy, rushed, and impatient for a release. “You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good on my dick,” he groans, going even faster till you see stars, the white ring coating his cock, turning him on even more.

“Fuck yessss daddddy,” you whine, voice vibrating in your throat from each harsh slam of his hips.

“Yeah, daddy’s fucking you good, huh? Just like I promised.” he bit his lip, concentrating on hitting your spot with his tip, and he knew he found it when you let out the most feral moan he’d ever heard.

“Yes, you’re fucking me so good, love your cock so much, hee,” you squeak, your lower half feeling numb from the constant rubbing of his cock against your walls you.

“So warm.” Your scorching walls brought him so much pleasure, so tight and wet around him, he couldn’t take it anymore. His head was spinning as droplets of sweat wet his mattress.

His hand was between your legs in seconds, using his thumb to circle your clit. “Cum on Daddy’s big cock since you love it so much.”

“Yes, yes, yes” You held onto his hips for support losing yourself to the feeling of his cock drilling into you, another orgasm being coaxed from your body.

Your arousal stained his sheets, splatters flying against his abdomen as he fucked you through it. “Yeah…” he breathes out, rubbing your thighs, and he slows his pace when he notices he’s without a condom. “Fuck angel, daddy’s gotta pull out.”

Before you can comprehend, he’s already pulled out, jerking his cock in front of you.

Despite still being out of it, you sat up, replacing his hand with your own. “Ohh fuck fuck” he holds your wrist to ground himself, his length throbbing as you stroke him off, getting him closer and closer the second your lips wrap around the bulbous head of his cock, his body surrendered, shuddering as his balls tensed, and he releases his creamy cum inside your mouth. “Angel…..” he gasps softly, body hunched forward, abs tensing as you suck him dry with a pleased hum.

You moan around his cock, taking it far in the back of your throat, your tastes still lingering on his shaft as you swallow.

“Shit angel, yeah, swallow me just like fucking that” he bucks his hips slightly, his tip touching the back of your throat as he savors the feeling of releasing on your sweet tongue, and he can’t understand how every hole made him cum so hard, your body was so fucking perfect for him, made just pleasuring his dick.

You released him from your mouth, licking around his base for good measure.

With a pleasured sigh, he lays next to you on the bed, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.

Neither of you speaks, but when he does, his first words are. “Wanna share a blunt with me?”

That sounded like the best idea after getting your brains absolutely fucked out.

-

It’s been a few months since you’ve been on tour with the band. It was all fun. You’d seen sights you never thought you would, you tried all types of food, and honestly, it was everything you could have ever dreamed of. You and Heeseung were still together, of course, but he’s yet to put a label on it for now. He said he had something planned for you after the tour, and you trusted him and didn’t bring up the topic anymore. In the meantime, you got closer to the guys, and they were accustomed to your presence, treating you as if you were one of them, which you appreciate.

You even smoked with them a few times on occasions like right now, you were all in the living room area when heeseung made an appearance from his room where he’d just woken up.

Heeseung walked to the living room, eyes scanning you, then his members, and then Jake, who was a little too close to you for his comfort, but he didn’t say anything. “I’m gonna head out for a quick walk and grab a bite to eat,” heeseung announced, not giving anyone time to respond other than a quick bye and Jake shouting at him to get Taco Bell on his way back.

You were laid up on the couch next to Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay, slouching on the little beanbags in the corner while you all played video games and drank.

Heeseung lied like he always did. He wasn’t going to walk or eat. He was gonna meet up with a dealer that was in the area the girl he bought from when he said he had “rehearsals,” the one's perfume you smelled. He was connected through a friend of a friend. Their business ran across the whole city, so it wasn’t hard for him to find what he needed.

And the guys were none the wiser.

Cause they put their trust in him.

Stupid, stupid move.

He rushed out so quickly, barely muttering a bye cause he needed his fix now. He knew they had the good stuff and couldn’t wait much longer to get some. They had it all: weed, pills, cocaine, everything he needed for a real good high.

And he bought it all using the money he made from tour to feed his secret addiction when it should have been being saved for band equipment for a new tour bus, anything but a drug that did nothing but alter his mood.

He was selfish to use money that also belonged to his bandmates, but he wasn’t a man of integrity, so he didn’t care about anything other than funding his habit at the expense of others.

But he couldn’t think rationally. How could he when his mind was distorted and filled with thoughts of when he could get his hands on the next blunt or a pack of pills?

He was so far gone from reality he was practically programmed at this point. It was like clockwork blunt in the morning, hard drugs by evening, another blunt at night, and a few drinks to cap it off.

All in the secrecy of his room, free from judgment.

That was his life, and he wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

He knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so right? Why did he feel better high than sober if it was so wrong?

Besides, he wasn’t harming anyone. What they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

Which is the reason heeseung nipped Sunghoon in the bud before he could tell you about his past.

He knew you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. If you knew what he got into, you’re far too innocent to know any better, and he wasn’t about to tell you either. If you were naive enough to believe everything he was telling you, then so be it.

But that was no one else business besides his and yours.

It was midnight when he came back. You and the guys were still up, and when he arrived, you tried to greet him, but he snuck off to his room, saying he didn’t feel well after eating.

Another lie.

“Hey, wheres my taco bell?” Jake sulks, only getting a door slam in response.

You pouted from heeseung’s recent absence but respected his wishes; meanwhile, his bandmates assured you he’d be fine. “He’s like that sometimes,” Sunghoon tells you, but the distance he’s been putting between you still left an uneasy feeling in your gut.

You remember the first time he kinda just left you high and dry. It was a few months ago, the day he had “rehearsals.” You never really trusted him fully after that because that’s the day he lied to you and the first day he turned down sex with you, and that’s when you felt the shift. It didn’t happen every day, maybe once a week, but he seemed really fidgety while rushing out of the RV tonight as well as times in the past, and every time you brought it up, he’d always just say he was tired, and again, you left it alone not wanting to disturb him.

But for the most part, he seemed to be okay, so you didn’t worry too much. You and the guys continued the board game you were playing together, but hours later, there was still no sight of heeseung. You thought he’d join later, but you figured he must have really not been feeling well when he didn’t come out of his room for hours. Usually, he would have made an appearance by now, but nothing.

Heeseung sat in his room, clueless of your worries, his music playing softly on his speaker, a blunt in his hand, and a white line on his desk waiting to be snorted.

He sat back, staring at the line, just reminiscing about his past, the thoughts causing tears to well in his eyes, but he quickly sucked it up and quit crying.

It was pointless. It’s not like anyone was going to comfort him anyway.

Leaning forward, he uses an old debit card, making a perfect white line, pushing down on one side of his nose and inhaling deeply before relaxing against his bed, waiting for the pain to wash away.

An escape from reality, that’s all he’s ever wanted, and drugs were a gateway to his forbidden paradise.

While losing himself to the feeling, he softly mumbles the lyrics to the song playing. “There’s no rainbows, just white lines” he smiles softly, the lyrics oh so fitting for his life.

Never once did he feel an ounce of shame or guilt while consuming the substances he swore to the guys he’d never take again.

All his life, he’s been trying trying so hard to be a person worthy of love, someone who deserved to be loved cause his parents never did.

They only pushed him into a career that he didn’t favor, scolded him for getting a grade too low, and punished him for his hobbies and passions physically and emotionally.

Most days, he felt sadness, hurt, or anger because he never felt good enough for them. It’s like every move he made was a disgrace, and throughout the years, it would only prove to be even more difficult because he was always bullied for singing and not playing football. The guys at his school were also ruthless.

In high school, it got really bad because not only was he bullied for being a nerd, but that’s also when he got heartbroken by his first love, and what made it ten times worse was it wasn’t just a breakup, no.

She cheated on him with the guy who bullied him the most, and that’s why it hurt so bad. The betrayal was utterly heartbreaking. Being cheated on wasn’t even the worst part. It was the fact she deliberately did it to him just to play with his feelings. It was all a huge prank, and while he was giving it his all to make his first and only relationship work, she was laughing and scheming behind his back.

He was used to it from his parents, but when his own girlfriend did it too, that was a new type of sadness that he hadn’t experienced before, and that’s when he realized it wasn’t just his parents that could cut him so deeply but lovers too.

Fast forward to college, and he finally moved out of his parent's place or, more less, got kicked out cause he didn’t take up med school. They practically disowned him. They didn’t even speak to him for years. Hell, they talked to the mailman more than him.

In college is where he really turned into an unrecognizable monster. That’s where his whole personality was formed. That’s when he got into countless drugs that nearly ended his life and also when he decided that after his first relationship failed, he wasn’t going to try anymore. At that point, that’s when the girls came in.

Countless girls.

Ones he couldn’t even name if he thought hard about it. He didn’t even know their faces.

He was high or drunk for more than half of them, but who cares? He didn’t have feelings for them, nor did they for him, so it was a win-win.

That’s another thing: people only made friends with him because of his looks. That’s what made him popular with women in school, but even then, it wasn’t about him or his personality or his character. It was something fleeting, shallow and vein.

After a while, he just accepted the fact that he was unlikeable, No friends, no parents who loved him, and no girlfriend that could only mean one thing.

Finally, after he graduated…. Shocking, he knows, but despite all the bullshit, he was quite smart. He just never used his knowledge for much.

He did his own thing, making money at a fast food chain to fund his rent, plus his addiction. In his free time, he did go to small concerts in his area, and that’s when he started taking his path in music seriously. Well, he always took it seriously but never really pursued it cause his parents didn’t like it, but it doesn’t much matter now cause his parents were done with him.

One night at an old bar, he found Jay Jake and Sunghoon, independent artists trying to make their come up their music style matched his taste. They had just lost their vocalist, who decided to join another band, so he thought it was perfect.

Luckily, he was able to catch up with them after their performance. They drank and smoked in the lounge while talking about musicians they liked as the conversation progressed, and their ideas seemed to align. He let them hear some of his music, and that’s how the band was formed.

Just like that.

In one night.

For the first time, he had friends.

Though he was finally able to live his passion, the boy he used to be, the one with big hopes and dreams, he was long gone, buried under drugs and money.

But surprisingly, despite his addiction, he still worked well, and the band turned out to be quite successful, and even he was impressed with himself.

Because deep down, he still feels those harsh words of his parents telling him that he’ll never amount to anything if he pursued music, but yet here he is touring the world with his bandmates and a girl too stupid and naive to know he’s useless.

But having friends and a girl made him feel somewhat normal for once, a feeling he never got to learn cause by age ten, his life was already over before it even started.

He almost wants to call his parents to shove it in their faces that he’s become successful, but what would be the point? They wouldn’t care, and like they were always so good at, he’s sure they would find every excuse and avenue to beat down and degrade his accomplishments.

That was just his parents; besides, they were probably off celebrating his brother for his accomplishments. He rolls his eyes at the thought, the resentment he felt towards his brother was purely because of his parents constantly comparing the two. His brother never really did anything wrong, but the praise he received for achieving his goals vs the demeaning insults his parents would throw at him was enraging.

Which led heeseung to distance himself from the whole family. And it’s not like his brother ever tried to reach out to him either, never stood up for him, so who the fuck cares anymore?

His life was shit he knew that much and he just accepted it. He had to, but not without a little drug holding his hand in this walk of life and keeping him sane along the way.

He taps his foot along to the beat, drifting off into a space where no one existed, just the sound of the music and the serene feeling running through his veins.

It felt as though this was where he belonged, alone with his music, free from letting down others and just enjoying life one high at a time.

Nothing got him feeling this type of high. In a long time, the mix of weed and cocaine had always been his favorite. It just made him feel so calm.

And he needed calmness in the middle of the chaos that racked his brain on the daily.

He does one line two lines through each nostril, and he feels like he’s floating, so tempted to keep going see how far he can take it, and maybe if he’s lucky, he’d overdo-

A loud banging makes him jump, his once relaxed mood gone as he scrambles to hide all the evidence of the substances he’d abused.

Oh.

One thing that wasn’t mentioned.

He’s almost overdosed multiple times after shows. He’d just go silent and then lock himself in his room for long periods of time.

Which wasn’t too unusual for the guys. They just assumed he was tired and needed a reset.

It was only one time he didn’t come out for days. Luckily, there were no shows coming up cause he hadn’t been to rehearsals or anything, just in his bed all day.

When they found him, they had to bust open the door cause he wasn’t answering. The sight made their stomachs drop, catching him in a state they’d never seen him in before.

Secluded and cut off from everything, pupils were blown and unmoving, almost like he was somewhere else, as he stared off into the distance, surrounded by weed smoke.

The fear running through their veins was palpable. They shook him over and over, and all he did was smile lazily at them high out of his mind.

It was only a minute before they took action and rushed him into the hospital. He was fine, more than fine, but they ruined it, pulling him from his peace.

Everyone was affected by the worrying state they had found him in, but once they realized what had happened, sunghoon definitely took it the hardest. Heeseung was his role model for reasons he hadn’t told anyone, but heeseung let him in on a few things from his past. Though heeseung was still very closed off, he did open up to the guys on occasion, but Sunghoon was the one he confided in the most. Sunghoon never knew it was bad enough for heeseung to want to end his life, and somewhere he felt guilty for not being a good enough friend for heeseung to want to stay alive.

That’s why it hit him harder. He felt guilty cause he should have been able to help heeseung since he knew the most about him, and he always blamed himself for that day at the hospital and all the times that came after.

Cause there were many times after.

They all did weed, sometimes even heavy drugs on occasion, but heeseung was on another level, and he used behind their backs.

Heavily.

And that’s what they all found out together at the hospital.

They had a deep, long talk, and heeseung swore he was done after seeing his bandmates worried hurt by his actions, but then that little devil in the back of his brain told him. “No, they don’t care about you. They’re using you 'cause they need a singer,” and after that, he used and used and continues to use.

Leading up to this moment. “Yo heeseung!“ sunghoon pounded on the door while heeseung quickly slid everything under the bed, everything but one crucial piece of evidence.

“What?” He yanked the door open, answering Sunghoon agitatedly.

“What? You’ve been in here for hours?” Sunghoon pointed out the obvious, and he had a feeling something was off. The last time heeseung had been locked in his room this long, nothing good came out of it.

“So?” Heeseung responded defensively, sniffling discretely and rubbing at his nose, and that’s when Sunghoon noticed.

A look of anger washed away his once composed-looking features, and he barged into the room, shoving heeseung out of the way before he could protest. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He shouts.

Sunghoon rummaged throughout his room, easily finding his worrisome stash and the old card on the table covered in white, along with needles and countless bottles of liquor.

“Get the hell out and stop touching my stuff!” Heeseung shouted.

“No! What the fuck are you doing?” Sunghoon holds the bag of white, pushing it in heeseung’s face.

“It’s none of your business.” heeseung tried to yank the bag away to no avail.

“No!” Was all Sunghoon said before taking everything from the stash.

“I paid good money for that, give it back.” heeseung’s eyes went wide. He looked as if he was almost going crazy.

The look in his eyes could only be described with one word.

Addict.

Once you and the others heard the commotion, you all came running to heeseung’s room.

“What’s going on?” Jake’s voice faded into the background, a look of disappointment on his face along with Jay as soon as they discovered the scene.

Heeseung lowered his head in shame after being caught, quietly taking the bag back sunghoons hands.

“Tell them heeseung, tell them all and your little girlfriend. Oh wait, I forgot she’s not even your girlfriend 'cause you can’t even commit to her, let alone us, only this bullshit” he flicked the debit card in heeseung’s face making him flinch.

Your brows furrow in confusion, wondering what is even going on, and heeseung never even looked at you to explain, nor did the guys.

The silence takes over. The only thing that can be heard is sunghoons heavy breathing. “I…” heeseung speaks, and before he can even get a word out, sunghoon punches him right against his jaw, causing him to stumble back, the rage overtaking him. The guys try to help get him off, but it’s too late. Sunghoon lands at least three more blows before they can pull him off.

But Heeseung retaliated, throwing a few of his own until he’s held back, both of them fuming with anger, struggling to fight while you just sit there confused and scared, screaming for them to please stop.

“No sunghoon, don’t hurt him!” You cried out at the sight of heeseung’s face.

“Get the fuck off of me,” heeseung shouts breaking free of jays hold. “Get out, all of you!”

“Hee-“ you begin, but his loud voice quickly cuts you off.

“You too, you useless fucking bitch. Get the fuck out!” He yells, and everyone just sits back, staring at him in shock, your soft cries now filling the room. “What? You never seen a guy lose his fucking mind before?” He laughs sadistically. “Well, now you fucking have, shows over, and so is the band and you,” he points to you. “He tried warning you, but you just didn’t listen, not to say it matters. You’re just like the rest of the whores I’ve fucked, a useless, desperate hole waiting to be filled, too busy sucking dick to notice I don’t have shit to give you.”

You’re shocked by his words, and you sob, unable to control the tears falling, and Sunghoon immediately holds you, knowing just how you feel. He’s been hurt by heeseung more times than he can count.

Heeseung’s jaw tenses at the sight. “What? Gonna let him and the others fuck you now too? Just so you know, there’s not a hole on her body I haven’t fucked”

Sunghoon looked at him in pure disgust, holding your trembling body in his arms, and he scoffed. “You’re pathetic, and your parents were right. You are never going to amount to anything. You’ll only ever be a useless addict.”

Sunghoon spat, voice laced with venom. He hit him where it hurts without holding back. He was the only one heeseung had told about his past with his parents, and he used that as ammo to hurt heeseung as much as he was hurting him and everyone else right now.

The words silenced heeseung. Jake and Jay escort the two out of his room, and that’s when heeseung sits by himself, all alone with nothing but his thoughts and the three bruises on his cheek that were throbbing in pain.

“What do we do now?” Jake mumbles even though no one is quite in the state to talk.

“We leave. I’m not wasting one more minute on this asshole, not after this,” sunghoons voice shook with anger and sadness, trying to keep his emotions at bay, but his bloodshot eyes told the story of how he was feeling.

Sunghoon finally parts from you, going to pack all his things and try to clear his head just a little bit, not believing the fact that heeseung had broken everyone’s trust again.

The other members follow along. They heard him, too. The band was over, so there wasn’t much left to say. Heeseung had put them through a lot over the years, and everyone decided to call it quits tonight cause none of them could watch their friend going down a path that could only lead to destruction and maybe even death.

“You coming, y/n?” Sunghoon offers, but you lightly shake your head. You needed answers from heeseung himself, not his bandmates.

Whatever happened, you needed to know the truth straight from the source cause right now, you were not only in shock but left completely in the dark.

“What? This is what he does. He brings people in his life that care, and then he fucks them over. Can’t you see he doesn’t give a shit about you?” Sunghoon said, frustrated it wasn’t his battle to fight, but he sure as hell felt like it because he didn’t want to see another person get treated the same way he did by heeseung. “Suit yourself,” he scoffed after you didn’t budge at all at his offer.

It’s late in the morning, and the guys are long gone. When you finally gather your thoughts and open heeseung’s door, he was still just there lying on his bed all by himself.

“Hee?” You call out to him, and he pops up surprised.

“You’re still here?” He asked, knowing the guys had already left, and there was a small glint in his eyes when he saw you.

“I couldn’t leave without hearing the truth from you not them,” you say quietly.

“Y/n I, there’s a lot.” he was about to open up to you, but he quickly stopped himself. You’re just like the rest he told himself. No one truly cares about him. You’re only using him for his body the same way he used you. There was no real connection between you two at all. “But I just want you, okay? The past is the past.”

“You mean that? Everything they said was…”

“Shh shh, Angel, come here.” You walked toward him on the bed and lay down next to him. “I didn’t mean it. I was just frustrated.”

“Well then maybe you could explain that to them, and they’d come back,” you say, feeling hopeful cause you saw the bond they all had, and it wasn’t something you thought should be let go after one fight, but there was so much you didn’t know, so much you’d never know, at least not from heeseung’s mouth.

“Nah, Angel, they won’t get me the way you do,” he says it to flatter you to mask the person he really is, and you fall for it like all his other lies.

His hand slinks down to your waist and lower to your butt. “It’s been too long since my dick was in you, angel girl. Gonna let Daddy fuck this pretty pussy? Need it so bad, been so stressed lately, and I know the moment I’m in you, all that will go away” he cups your pussy, and you whine, nodding against his chest.

“Yes, Daddy, please, I missed your cock, missed you,” you mewl softly.

“Go ahead, Angel, show me how much you missed it.”

You gave yourself to him every hole free for him to use, and use he did.

First, he fucked your throat with his hard cock, then your pussy, and after he took your ass in doggy, filling up the puckered rim with hot cum your holes were dripping his white semen by the time you were done, and you felt so full so warm cuddling, up to him after and sharing his last blunt.

-

Heeseung still went on to perform by himself, the music being played in the background instead of live, and he lied to his fans, saying his bandmates had an emergency, so they couldn’t attend the tour. Meanwhile, he was doing everything it took to stay afloat, using the proceeds to feed his drug addiction.

He swam in it, no longer trying to hide it from anyone. Now that the guys were gone, it was a lot easier. He even did it right in front of you, assuring you it helped him with stage fright lying through his teeth. He did show after show, line after line, coming back to the RV, giving you round after round. The only thing that took the pain away was the pleasure of your body and the drugs that took him far away.

It was just like Sunghoon said. All he did was perform fuck and smoke.

He tried to warn you, but your desire for heeseung clouded all his negative habits up until recently, and your eyes were finally starting to open and see clearly for what this was.

You noticed he was different but didn’t think much of it. After all, his band had just split up, but it was when he started looking pale and really thin that’s when you voiced your concern for him.

“So lucky I got you to come on tour with me,” he muttered, kissing your shoulder softly. “Love having you with me and being inside you every day.”

You giggle, taking his compliment, but there’s something more you need to talk about before you get carried away in his soft touches and sweet words. “Hee?” You ask.

“Yes, angel?” He replies, touching you softly under the sheets.

“I-i know you said it helps, but maybe you should slow down a bit. You’re starting to loo”

He pushes you off him, automatically taking offense. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me” he sits up immediately and gets out of bed.

“I’m not, I’m jus-“

“Well, whatever it is that you feel, don’t. I’m good. Stop acting like you’re my girlfriend. We fuck, and that’s it” he got up going to the shower, where he reached into the cabinet, taking two lines to get his day started, not stopping for one second to consider your words or feelings.

What would you know? You’re just a pathetic little fan girl obsessed with his dick.

After his shower, he left you alone like he had been doing a lot these days. It became a habit after the guys left. When he came back, it was late again, and of course, he was out buying more drugs, but you didn’t know that, nor did you think about it. The only thing on your mind was guilt for making him upset in the morning and making him leave. You just wanted to apologize to him and tell him you’re sorry about earlier.

When he got back to the RV, you were already sleeping peacefully, looking so tempting in his drunken state you had passed out while waiting for him to come back.

“Where were you?” You stirred when you heard him arrive.

“Just went out for a walk, Angel, like always.” You nod, too tired to argue. You know he’s lying, but he won’t tell you the truth, so what’s the point anymore? He cuddles up to you in nothing but his boxers, holding you close. “So warm, angel Daddy missed you,” he nibbled on your ear, his semi-hard cock grinding on your ass like it wasn’t three in the morning.

“Mmh,” you pushed back against him, his cock flush against you. “Daddy, It’s late,” you whine softly, but your hips say otherwise.

“I know, Angel, but I missed you so much. Just lay here and let Daddy get it in, yeah?” He pulled your shorts down and pushed your underwear to the side, his dick rubbing back and forth between your pussy lips. “Please?”

“Yes,” you sighed, your eyes closed, letting him use your body. He felt too good to resist. You wanted to comfort him, and since he wasn’t confiding in you, you allowed him to use your body as his comfort, which always seemed to put him in a good mood.

“Mmm, already so wet,” he whispers, hot breath fanning your ear as he nibbles on your lobe.

“I’m always so wet for you,” you moaned, arching your back further into him, molding perfectly against his body.

“Angel…” he nuzzled his face against your hair, inhaling your scent. “You feel so good on me.”

“Please just put your cock in me,” you whined, feeling impatient. You didn’t need any prep. You had already taken him so many times your body was ready and well-adjusted for him to slip it in.

“Fuck angel, you beg for it like I didn’t just fuck this pussy good last night” he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly as he pushed his flushed pink tip inside your wet hole. He gave you slow, deep strokes, his thick cock kissing every inch of your walls..

“Never want you to pull out. Can’t go a second without you in me, Daddy.” Your walls clenched so hard, putting emphasis on your words.

You moaned despite his tight grip on your neck, which only heightened the pleasure. “Yeah, you’d like that?” he felt your walls sucking him in, and he applied more pressure to your neck. Your eyes rolled back, tongue stuck out as he used your hole. “Fuck, that’s a good little bitch. Keep squeezing this dick like the whore you are,” he whispered filthy words into your ears while his thick cock fucked into you without abandon. “I’ll stay in this pussy forever if that’s what my angel wants.”

He kept pounding into you deeply while rubbing your clit. “I love this pussy so much,” he grunts in your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin.

“Daddy, yes!” You choke out, loving how deep he feels on this angle. “Fuck it feels so good,” you slur.

“Yeah, nasty little girl,” he moans.

“Your girl,” he pauses for a moment, his strokes still deep, but his expression falters at your words, but he quickly shakes it off, continuing to fuck you mercilessly. “Fuck, Daddy love your cock so much. You’re so deep in my pussy”

His hips stutter, your words making him lose his damn mind. The way you talk him through was doing something to him. It always did. “I know you do, can feel you sucking me in,” he kisses your neck, that indescribable feeling building inside him alarmingly quick. “I’m g-gonna cum. Take it, Angel, take it deep in that pretty little hole,” he moans, not concerned that he’s not wearing a condom. All he wanted was to finally finish in your pretty wet hole and the alcohol in his system only aided that want.

“Yes, yes, yes, feels s-so good” Your pussy soon swallows up his creamy load as his warmth greets your insides, and that’s when you realize he’s not wearing a condom, but you don’t care either, too lost in the feeling of finally being stuffed with his warm cum.

He massages your clit, and the moment he does, your mind goes fuzzy cumming from the intensity, feeling your walls clenching, begging for every last drop as he pulsates inside you, cum seeping from his sensitive tip till he’s emptied himself inside your throbbing heat.

“Angel,” he moans with each slow stroke in and out, caressing your wet cunt up and down. It feels so good with out a condom, so much warmer and tighter, after cumming around his cock. It’s reckless, he knows, but he can’t go back to condoms, not after feeling you so close and raw like this.

After you both came together, he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close and granting your wish as he stayed inside, cock still buried to the hilt in your pussy, as you both passed out for the night.

-

It was morning when you woke up. The sun was shining through the curtains as you rubbed Heeseung’s chest softly, and your gentle touch woke him up. “Hi, angel,” he greets like usual, but there’s something different. He looks down at you, smiling, the look in your eyes so soft he gets lost in it. He finds himself softly stroking your cheek, and you look up at him, smiling back at him like he held the moon and the stars in his eyes.

That’s when he saw it. He felt it, too. He was so riddled with guilt, and this was already too far, but he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t hurt anyone else. Deep down, he knew he was fucked, he couldn't deny it anymore and he couldn’t drag someone else into his life, especially after his bandmates abandoned him for the same exact reason.

He quickly pulled away from you before he fell too deep, leaving you confused. “Can you just fucking stop? I’m not your boyfriend. Stop treating me like I am.” he got up abruptly, running his fingers frustratedly through his hair. “All this clingy shit,” he mutters, his inner turmoil getting the best of him.

“Hee?” You ask, confused, sitting up on the bed and wondering what happened to the once peaceful moment.

“And don’t call me that anymore.” he pulled tightly at the roots of his hair, feeling himself quickly losing it. “Just get out. I can’t have this.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be. We don’t have to cuddle, it’s just we always do in the morning and I thought you liked it” you say disappointedly. He hates this and hates the way you’re trying to understand him when there’s nothing to understand other than the fact that he was full of shit and nothing but a complete fucking loser.

“No, besides tours over anyway. I don’t need you anymore,” he spoke hoarsely, and for the first time in a long time, he could feel, and it didn’t feel good. His chest felt tight, and it hurt to see you like this. It always hurt when he saw the guys in the same position as you right now, but he got used to letting them down. As fucked up as that sounds, but with you, this was all new territory for him, and it was scary to feel things that he thought didn’t exist inside him after years.

It takes a moment for his words to register. “W-what do you mean need?”

“Are you that fucking stupid? I used you to fuck 'cause you were easy. You gave it up for free, and you sucked dick good, that’s all. I care nothing about you, nor do I care what you think of me. Why do you think I never made it official? Were you just that dumb and obsessed that you couldn’t see?” He chuckles, driving the dagger of words straight into your heart.

You sat there hurt, tears in your eyes, and you wished you had of listened to Sunghoon, but you wanted to give heeseung a chance to prove to you he wasn’t what his friends said he’d be, but he failed you too, just like he failed everyone else. “So those words weren’t just in the moment,” you muttered sadly. “Well fuck you, Lee heeseung, you’re a piece of shit. I tried to fight for you, but apparently, all I am to you is a hole to be filled. I’m glad the band split up. They deserved better than you, and so do I.”

Your words stung bad, real bad, but he didn’t care. This was dead and over anyway. This chapter of his life was coming to a close finally.

“Should have listened to Sunghoon,” you mumbled, getting out of bed and grabbing all your belongings, purposefully leaving behind everything that he’d bought you.

“What the fuck did he tell you?” He says angrily, hating the fact you were taking someone else’s side over his, especially sunghoons.

“Just that you’re a piece of shit and an asshole. I wish I had of fucked him instead” You got dressed and stormed out, dialing up Jake. Luckily, they were still in the area, and you’re glad you kept contact with them cause you had no idea what to fucking do right now.

Heeseung heard the door slam, and he sat down on his bed. Now, it was done; he was alone, and no one had to suffer his stupidity. It was bittersweet, but he was glad no one was suffering at his hands anymore, and if breaking that cycle meant being alone, he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

He finally let his demons win, and now he was left alone with his decision. As much as he hates to admit this, his parents were right. He never amounted to shit.

Sunghoon was right. You were right. Hell, everybody was right except for him.

Feeling himself spiral, he reached under his bed, grabbing a bottle of liquor to help calm himself down.

He took deep breaths in and out, trying to ground himself, but his head hurt so bad, and his heart hurt even more.

He needed something stronger, something that would take effect now.

He turned to the one thing that would never leave him no matter what he did: never judge him for who he is, never be disappointed in him.

Drugs.

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Days, weeks, months, years.

Heeseung didn’t know how much time had passed as he laid in bed day in and day out.

All he knows is that his favorite song from his old band was playing on his speakers, and he was about to get high for the countless time.

He reached into his nightstand and grabbed a bag of pills. He stared at them for a moment and then dumped them out into his palm. He took a deep breath, throwing his head back and popping them all in his mouth, downing them with the bottle of liquor on his side desk.

Snuggling up to your pillow, he inhaled your scent, your faint presence still lingering, and he smiled to himself a gentle, genuine smile for the first time in a long time. “My angel,” he closed his eyes, getting lost in your familiar aroma.

He never showed it, never dared to tell anyone, but for the first time, he actually felt happy being on tour with you.

Just the little things about you made him smile, like that one morning when you stayed in bed all day feeding each other fruit, and he noticed you had a little habit of picking out all the little seeds, even the ones you could eat.

He found you endearing and even started picking out the seeds for you and feeding you.

Or when you guys would all game together, and the guys would tease him for giving you items and gold, always being the healer so he could help you win.

Some of his favorite moments were when you guys would all just sit and talk, brainstorming ideas for new songs while eating together.

What he liked most was just being surrounded by people he loved.

He laid on his back, letting out a deep, relieved sigh cause this would all be over soon. The pain would feel like nothing.

He noticed your little plushie sitting off in the corner of the room. He bought it for you when he first took you to the mall just a few days after you met.

He smiled and sat up, walking to the corner to grab it, and saw the rest of the things he bought you, too, sitting in a pile. His heart clenched at the sight, knowing you didn’t even take anything that would be a reminder of him with you, but it'd be better for you to forget him anyway.

He sat back on his bed, squeezing the plush a few times before tucking it under his arm and opening his phone to draft up texts for you and his bandmates. You probably all blocked him and didn’t care about him anymore anyway, but he needed to do this for himself, at least to finally get every heavy burden off his aching chest.

To Jake

“Hey, sorry about the last time you saw me, and I’m sorry you never really got to see a deeper side of me, but things were just really hard for me. Even though I never showed it, you really brightened up my day. Your carefree attitude and playfulness always made being around you a fun time, but you were always a little annoying for trying to get at my girl, but I love you. You’re like a little brother to me, and performing with you was always a blast.”

To Jay

“Thank you for everything. I love you. You’re an amazing guitarist, and you really know how to liven up a show. Though our success had just begun, you stayed the same through and through, hard-working and dedicated. I’m happy to say I’ve worked alongside you up until this point. Thank you for keeping me level-headed, and thanks for an amazing run. I just wish it could have been longer. I’m sorry that I ruined it. Hey, take care of the band, yeah? You should be the new vocalist. Don’t tell Jake or Sunghoon ;)”

To sunghoon

“I let you down, and I’m sorry. I know I was a role model for you, and I know I fucked that up. I’m sorry I never said sorry, and I’m sorry I never proved to you I could be better for you. You always saw the best in me when most saw the worst, and I really valued our friendship even though I messed it up. Hopefully, you can forgive me, nothing was ever your fault and hopefully, we’ll meet again someday, maybe just on the other side, but not too soon. Take your time. I’ll be waiting, okay? And I’ll have the absolute best version of myself waiting just for you. I love you”

To my true first love

“Hey angel girl, I’m a piece of shit, I know, and even though I was, you still stayed by my side even though you knew I was never entirely honest with you, yet you looked past it, never questioned me, and gave me my own time even though I didn’t deserve it you loved me unconditionally, and I love you for that. Sorry I never said it to your face, but I love you dearly, my angel girl. You gave me the love I’ve been searching for all my life, and I’m sorry I couldn’t show you that, but it wasn’t just the sex. I loved spending time with you, showering with you, waking up in your arms, and making love. All of it was perfect. For the first time, you made me happy, angel, and that’s saying a lot. I’m sorry I pushed you and everyone away, but I had some issues still do, and I just couldn’t let you waste your time on someone like me anymore. You are so much better off without me, and a loser like me will only hold you back, but thank you for loving me past my flaws, and thank you for supporting our band, and for the record, you never did anything wrong, you are perfect it’s just me I messed everything up, but I pushed you away cause I was scared of hurting you. Nothing I ever said was true. I just said it so maybe you’d love me less and let me go, but I hope the guys and you can live happily ever after without me. I love you, my sweet, sweet angel girl, and don’t you forget it. Even in the afterlife, I’ll still always be madly in love with you. I wish I could just hold you and kiss you one last time 😗❤️ goodbye, my sweet little angel. I love you.”

He closed his eyes, tears running down both sides of his face.

He cried freely, his heart hurting immensely. He always thought he’d die surrounded by loved ones, not alone in the darkness of his RV in a random parking lot by himself, but he made this bed. He’ll lay in it and surely die in it.

Amidst his thoughts, he begins to feel sleepy, and that’s when he sends all the texts. Knowing his time was coming soon, he looked at a picture of you in his phone, one he took without you noticing while you were hugging him in your sleep, and he smiled. His mind was swirling with thoughts of his life from when he was a child till now, and within moments, he was passed out, the gentle sound of his phone ringing was the last thing he heard. “Finally,” he breathed out, all the hurt and exhaustion leaving his body forever as his eyes closed.

-

“Yo!” Jake shouts from the living area.

“What?” Jay and Sunghoon pop their heads out from the other room, and so do you.

You had been staying with them at a little motel for a few days, waiting for the next flight back to your guy's hometown. Thankfully, the guys welcomed you to stay with them as long as you needed, and you couldn’t have been more grateful they didn’t bring up heeseung, and neither did you. All of you just silently understood and left it at that, hoping to begin the healing process on the flight back.

“I just got a text from heeseung,” Jake says, reading over it. “What the fuck?” He says, confused, reading the message over and over again. This wasn’t like heeseung, especially to leave that long of a text.

The other phones went off like a chain reaction: Jay, then Sunghoon, then lastly, you.

You all read the messages, your hearts sinking all together. “On the other side….” Sunghoon mumbled, and they all collectively looked at each other before running out of the apartment.

Thank goodness his location was still on. You all rushed to the RV, worried, stricken, and fearing the absolute worst. No one said it, but you all felt it on the drive there. Multiple red lights were run, but you didn’t care. You needed to get to him and see him as soon as possible.

When you arrived, he was still in the same spot as when you left him, and your heart sank even further.

You all sprinted to the RV, and you tried opening the door, but it was locked. “Step aside.” Jake took off his flannel shirt, easily punching a hole in the glass, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as Jay rushed inside immediately.

You all flooded heeseung’s room. The door was open, the room filled with smoke and the smell of weed, and through all the smoke, heeseung was lying lifeless on his bed. His phone in his hand, your plushie on his chest and a blunt trapped between his stiffening fingers.

Your heart broke seeing him like this, and you quickly rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him. “Hee? Heeseung baby? Wake up.” You shook his body gently, tears welling in your eyes. You grabbed the stupid blunt from his hand, throwing it off into the room somewhere you couldn’t care about right now. “Hee, please,” you cried, your body losing all its strength. The text told you enough, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“Heeseung….” Sunghoon muttered, completely petrified, still standing in the doorway, unable to move cause it was actually real this time, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Jake and Jay tried to shake him awake, gently tapping his cheek. Jake picked up his upper body, but he flopped right back down into his mattress.

“Come on, heeseung, stop playing around,” Jake cried in complete denial.

“Heeseung!” Jay shouted, shaking his lifeless body by his shoulders, and his head fell back entirely limp.

Jake quickly dialed 911, the sirens in the background turning into a high-pitched ringing, and everyone knew it was too late.

They’d lost their friend.

Your lover laid completely still on his bed as you hovered over him, kissing his dry lips softly, you ran your fingers through his hair, holding his hand, and your heart broke when you saw yourself on his phone screen. “It’s okay, hee. You’re gonna be fine, baby. Help is on the way. You’re okay, hee,” you repeated over and over, and the guys watched the scene utterly heartbroken as he laid lifeless, unresponsive, and his lungs froze over.

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Weekend Errands- Lee Felix

summary: a little grocery trip on the weekend with your little family

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff, married with kids

word count: 1086 words

a/n: a little dad!felix drabble as per request ♡

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The Kids: Eldest Daughter (Yuna - 5 years old) and Youngest Daughter (Emma - 3 years old)

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The sun was shining gently over the driveway as Felix buckled Yuna into her car seat, her little legs kicking excitedly. It was a slow, golden weekend afternoon, and you and Felix decided to take the girls out for a quick grocery run.

"Daddy, can we get strawberries today?" she asked, her pigtails bouncing as she wriggled in her seat.

Felix chuckled, securing her seatbelt snugly. "Of course, princess. We'll get all the strawberries you want."

Meanwhile, you were wrangling your youngest daughter, Emma, into her car seat on the other side, her tiny hands clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.

"Mommyyy," she lisped, "after groceries can we have ice cweam?"

You smiled, smoothing her hair back. "We'll see, baby."

Once both girls were secured, you and Felix climbed into the front seats. Felix reached over to squeeze your hand quickly before starting the car. The car ride started with giggles as you queued up the Frozen soundtrack. As you pulled out of the driveway, the speakers filled with the opening notes of "Let It Go."

Yuna immediately belted out, "Let it gooo, let it goooo—can't hold it back anymore!"

Emma, not to be left out, shouted along a few beats late, "LET GO, LET GO!"

You and Felix burst out laughing, joining in to make it a full family performance. Felix laughed so hard he had to wipe his eyes at a red light.

"We need to start a family band, babe," he joked, reaching over to squeeze your knee.

"Only if you promise not to do the beatboxing again," you teased back, and he gasped dramatically.

"How dare you insult my skills!"

Yuna piped up from the backseat, "Daddy, you're very good at beatboxing!"

"See?" Felix said, grinning triumphantly at you.

The rest of the drive to the mall was filled with songs, giggles, and the sound of Felix making silly sound effects every time the girls demanded it.

"Daddy, make a choo-choo train sound!" Emma giggled as Felix happily complied.

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At the grocery store, Yuna insisted on pushing the kiddie cart with the car-shaped front, while Emma demanded to ride in it like royalty.

You walked alongside Felix, tossing things into the cart as Yuna proudly pointed at a shelf. "We need apples, Mommy!"

"Good eye, lovie," you said, tossing a few into her cart.

Emma clapped delightedly. "Apples for me!"

At one point, while you were reaching for a box of cereal, Felix leaned in and kissed your cheek, whispering, "You're the prettiest grocery shopper here."

You laughed, shoving his chest playfully. "Stop distracting me, we need yogurt!"

You continued through the aisles putting mutiple cereal boxes in the cart. The girls bickered lightly over which yogurt flavor to get — Emma wanted blueberry, Yuna wanted strawberry — so you and Felix made an executive decision to get both.

"Teamwork makes the dream work!" Felix said, high-fiving Yuna.

As you made your way toward the checkout, Yuna suddenly gasped and pointed excitedly at the small flower stand by the entrance. Before either of you could react, she darted over, her little sneakers pattering against the floor. You and Felix hurried after her, exchanging amused glances.

Yuna carefully scanned the colourful bouquets before her eyes lit up. She reached out and gently picked a bundle of soft pink roses, cradling them in her tiny arms.

Turning around with a proud smile, she held the flowers up toward Felix and said sweetly, "Daddy, can we get these for Mommy? She's as pretty as these flowers."

Felix’s heart melted instantly. He crouched down to Yuna’s level, ruffling her hair gently. "Of course, princess," he said, glancing over at you with a warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter. "Mommy definitely deserves the prettiest flowers."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you watched your little family — your whole world — standing there, wrapped up in so much love.

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After checkout, arms full of bags, you loaded everything into the car. As you buckled the girls in again, Yuna chirped, "Noww ice cream?"

Emma nodded eagerly, her cheeks rosy from excitement. "Pwease Mommy!"

You and Felix exchanged a look — how could you say no to those faces?

"Alright," Felix said grandly, "one ice cream stop coming right up!"

At the ice cream shop, Yuna eagerly chose a rainbow sprinkle cone, while Emma clumsily licked at a small cup of chocolate, getting it all over her chin. Felix went for a butterscotch cone, and you ordered your favorite flavor in a crisp waffle cone. Felix also ordered a huge sundae "to share," though you knew he and Yuna would end up eating most of it.

The four of you sat on a bench outside, the late afternoon sun warming your backs, ice cream drips everywhere, and pure happiness filling the air. Felix sneakily wiped a smear of chocolate off Emma's nose with a napkin and kissed her forehead, making her giggle.

Felix leaned close to you, resting his head gently on your shoulder. The girls, caught up in their own conversation, began chattering amongst themselves.

Felix smiled at their banter before murmuring softly, his voice almost a whisper, "You know... I look at them, and I just think, 'We made this. We made this family.' And it makes me love you even more."

Your heart melted completely. You turned to him, smiling so wide it hurt. "I love you, Felix."

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you slowly, sweetly, like there was no one else in the world.

Emma shrieked suddenly, "Yucky kisses!"

You both laughed against each other’s mouths.

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The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky pink and purple as you loaded two very sleepy girls into their car seats once again.

Felix adjusted Emma’s little bunny under her arm before climbing in. Minutes into the drive, Yuna yawned hugely.

"Tired, princess?" Felix asked, glancing back through the mirror.

"Mm-hmm..." came her tiny voice.

Soon, both girls were knocked out, their breathing soft and even.

You reached across the console to intertwine your fingers with Felix's, your wedding rings clinking softly together.

He glanced over at you with a smile so full of love it made your heart squeeze. He then brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles without taking his eyes off the road.

You sighed contentedly, leaning your head against the window, the perfect day wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

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A Tiny Tifosi?

Part of the "Meet & Greet... and more?" Universe Pairing: Lando Norris x Noah, Lando Norris x reader, Lando Norris x Baby Maebry, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz appearance Words: 1562 Request: Lando and yn taking mae and noah to a grand prix, but mae seems to favour other cars over her dad making lando jealous and upset. Masterlist

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Lando Norris had been eagerly counting down the days until this Grand Prix race weekend. It wasn’t just about the thrill of competition or the chance to showcase his racing skills. This particular weekend held a special excitement for him because it was an opportunity to share his high-octane world with Maebry for the first time. The stands were already packed with enthusiastic fans when Lando, accompanied by Y/N, Noah and Maebry navigated through the paddock.

Noah, ever the curious and energetic child, tugged on Lando’s hand. “Dad, can we go see the cars up close later? It’s been so long since we’ve been at a race!”

“Of course,” Lando, trying to mask his own excitement, smiled down at his son. “I’ve got a whole itinerary planned for you guys. We’ll see the cars, the pit lane and maybe even meet some of the other drivers. It’s Mae’s first visit so I have to make it special!”

Y/N, holding said girl securely in her arms, couldn’t help but notice Lando’s extra bounce in his step. “I think you’ve got your priorities straight,” she said, chuckling. “This is a special weekend indeed.”

Lando was eager to introduce his family to his colleagues and teammates. He had been looking forward to showing Maebry, who was just old enough to be fascinated by the colorful chaos of the Grand Prix, what his world was all about. The smell of gasoline and the roar of engines were like a symphony to Lando and he hoped Maebry would catch a bit of that magic.

When they finally arrived at Lando’s car, which was gleaming under the sunlight, he carefully lifted Maebry from Y/N’s arms and held her tiny hand up to the car’s sleek livery. “Look, Maebry, this is Daddy’s car. Isn’t it amazing?”

Maebry glanced at the car, then her attention darted to the car next to it. Lando’s heart sank as he saw her little eyes light up at the sight of the rival’s red machine. The Ferrari was practically winking at her with its bright red paint and Maebry was enchanted.

“Oh, come on,” Lando muttered under his breath, his smile twitching. “It’s just a car. Mine has more... character!”

Maebry giggled and reached out eagerly for the Ferrari. Lando tried to stay upbeat. “Maebry, sweetie, Daddy’s car is super fast and cool. It’s the best car here,” he said, his voice rising to a pitch that would make any public speaker proud.

Noah, who saw his sister gleaming at the red car, had to intervene. “Daddy’s car can totally beat that Ferrari in a race! It’s like, super duper fast,” he said, his McLaren pride clearly showing.

The girl, however, continued to be mesmerized by the Ferrari, her tiny fingers reaching towards it as if she was trying to pull it into her little world. Lando’s smile faltered completely and he felt an irrational pang of jealousy. “Why is she not into my car? Is it the color? I don't understand, it’s basically the superhero of cars!”

“She’s just discovering new things, Lando. It’s probably just the bright color. Ferrari does have a certain appeal,” Y/N tried to reassure him and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

Lando tried to laugh it off but it came out as more of a strangled chuckle. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just add ‘bright red’ to my car’s next upgrade, Zak will love that.”

As the race began, Maebry clapped her hands and squealed with joy as the engines came to life. Lando was focused on the track waiting for the race to start, determined to give his best performance but every time he glanced over at Maebry in the paddock club overlooking the pit lane he saw her pointing towards the rival car. It was like a constant reminder that his daughter had developed an unexpected crush on Ferrari.

Noah, meanwhile, continued to be Lando’s most enthusiastic cheerleader. “Go, Daddy,” he shouted, waving his flag energetically. Lando appreciated Noah’s support but every enthusiastic shout from his son felt like a band-aid on the gaping wound of his jealousy.

The race progressed with Lando pushing himself to the limit. He performed admirably, navigating the track with the precision and skill he was known for. However, the nagging thought of Maebry’s fascination with the Ferrari was a persistent distraction. It was as if every turn he took was accompanied by a mental image of Maebry gazing longingly at the rival car.

After the race, with Y/N, Noah and Maebry in tow, Lando approached the Ferrari motorhome. He tried to keep his spirits high, even as he recalled how he’d set up this meeting days earlier without a clue that Maebry would develop an almost magnetic fascination with Ferrari.

He took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare himself. He hoped the sight of his friends Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz would help take his mind off the day’s earlier frustrations.

The Ferrari motorhome was a hive of activity, filled with team members, fans and the occasional stray driver who had wandered in for a post-race chat. Charles and Carlos were engaged in animated conversation with a few of their team members, their faces lighting up with the energy of a good race and a job well done.

Lando, trying to appear casual despite the slight tinge of envy still gnawing at him, waved energetically. “Hey, guys,” he called out, his voice a bit too cheerful, like someone trying to overcompensate for a bad day and he cast a quick glance at Y/N when he heard her stifle a laugh next to him.

Charles and Carlos looked up from their conversation, their faces breaking into genuine smiles when they saw Lando and his family approaching. Charles waved back enthusiastically. “Hey, Lando! Great to see you all, come on in!”

Noah, bouncing with excitement, stepped forward. “I have so many questions for you two!”

Charles laughed, clearly enjoying Noah’s enthusiasm. “We’ve got time. We will answer all of them!”

Lando shifted Maebry in his arms so she could get a better view while trying hard to keep his cool. “Maebry, this is Charles and Carlos. They’re really good friends of Daddy’s.”

Charles and Carlos turned their full attention to Maebry. “Hi, Maebry,” Charles said with a warm smile. “It’s so nice to meet you!”

Carlos added, “Do you like racing, Maebry?”

Maebry’s eyes widened as she looked around, then her gaze locked onto the Ferrari logo on the side of the building. Without hesitation she pointed at it with the excitement of a kid who just discovered chocolate.

Lando’s heart sank even further. “Seriously? I might need to get her a McLaren onesie and start over.”

“Looks like we’ve got a tiny Tifosi on our hands,” Carlos said with a playful grin and exchanged an amused look with Charles. “Ferrari is pretty iconic.”

“That’s a great choice, Maebry,” Charles added. “Ferrari is all about history and passion, it’s hard not to be impressed.”

Y/N gave Lando a sympathetic look. “She’s just discovering her favorites. It’s perfectly okay and it doesn’t mean she doesn’t love your car.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Lando forced a smile, though he still felt a twinge of disappointment but he didn’t want to make a scene in front of his friends. “I just wanted her to be excited about my car, too…”

Carlos, noticing Lando’s subdued mood, decided to lighten the atmosphere. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small Ferrari keychain. “How about a little keepsake for Maebry?”

Maebry’s face lit up and she eagerly reached for the keychain. Lando, trying to suppress his feelings, joked: “Maybe I should just repaint my car Ferrari red and call it a day.”

“Don’t worry, Lando,” Charles clapped Lando on the back, “we’ll make sure she knows how awesome McLaren is too.”

As they chatted, Maebry continued to admire the Ferrari keychain, her attention completely absorbed by the small emblem. Lando watched her intensely, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. His daughter’s fascination with the rival team was a hard pill to swallow but he couldn’t deny the joy on her face.

With goodbyes exchanged and a few more photos taken, Lando’s family left the Ferrari motorhome. Maebry clutched her new keychain, her face beaming with happiness, while Noah chattered excitedly about the day’s events.

Later, as Lando carried a sleepy Maebry on his shoulder, her little fingers holding onto the Ferrari keychain and a souvenir flag, he felt mixed emotions. Despite the day’s earlier frustrations, seeing her so content and peaceful made his heart swell but he was still jealous.

Y/N looked at Lando with a knowing smile. “You did great out there and Maebry had a blast, even if she’s got a bit of a rivalry going with your car.”

“I guess she’ll have her favorites just like everyone else. At least she had fun,” Lando chuckled softly, shaking his head. 

Noah, still buzzing from the day’s excitement, grabbed Lando’s hand. “Dad, you were awesome! Even if Maebry likes the other car, you’re still the best!”

“Thanks, buddy,” Lando said, squeezing Noah’s hand. “That means a lot.”

As they walked to their car Lando glanced down at his daughter. Maybe one day she’d appreciate his car’s greatness - or at least learn to love both Ferraris and McLarens.

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AN: This request made me chuckle so hard lmao I had so much fun writing this!! (Also, the irony of me writing this after the past weekend 😭)... Anon I hope you like it and if not let me know and I can rewrite 😊🫶

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[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

In the Midst of the Crowds

Famous Idol Karina as your girlfriend?!

words: 900+

The sun hung high, burning gold into the sky. Stalls lined the streets like a scene unfolding, fans poised and humming— Karina’s Concert start at 7PM but fans are at the venue 7 hours too early, excited for the upcoming Solo Concert.

“Girl! are you ready for the concert? I can’t wait to see Karina!” some group of fangirls shouted.

“Dude I spent my life savings for this, I can’t wait!” two boys told each other, wearing the latest Karina merch.

“Buzz Buzz” you woke up from the repetitive sound of your buzzing phone grabbing it and seeing “Karina” “Hey love, what’s up.” “Hey! Y/N! baby, are you coming to my concert today? its in our hometown after all” she said enthusiastically. “I couldn’t secure a ticket baby” groans as you rubbed your eye. “aww come on!, of course I’ll provide you a ticket, sound check with VIP or just VIP baby?” she said in a bubbly tone. “VIP sounds good baby.” you replied. “Alright baby, I’ll give you a good seat!”

You got out of bed, showered and picked some usual everyday clothes, for them its a highlight of their life, seeing their idol perform for the first time before their very eyes, But for you its just you girlfriend Karina who happens to be an Idol. You messaged her. “Hey Baby I’m on the way.” she replied 7 minutes later. “I'm getting my make up done right now love!’ while sending a picture.

“you look lovely, Goodluck for your soundcheck baby.”

you got to your car, and drove your way to the stadium, seeing the people lined up this early for the concert that starts at 7PM, it made you realize how lucky you are. you entered the secluded parking area for the VIP’s, “Hey love I'm at the parking lot.” she didn’t reply for hours, you noticed that she’s doing her soundcheck since you can hear her voice surrounding the stadium.

While waiting for the time to tick at 7PM, you walked around the area all you can hear are people murmuring on how ready they are seeing Karina, it felt surreal, hearing compliments about your girlfriend all around HER concert, you went to a stall selling Karina’s merch “uhm how much for one of these?” you pointed at a shirt with her face printed on it. “Ah that! I’ll give it for 45 dollars.” you were shocked on how expensive it was, “45? really? no thanks...” you figured you can always see her, why bother spending 45 dollars on a shirt...You bought it. “well shit, so much for that.” while looking at your wallet, you only have enough for a single meal. While wearing a shirt that said “I love Karina” as time passes the venue gets crowded, every time you turn your head a handful of crowd appears, carrying light sticks, portable fan, signs and other stuff. Its serious for them.

The time finally set at 7PM, the entry gate finally opened, the once empty stadium slowly fills up with fans. you were instructed to go to the other entrance of the stadium, in which you did, you tried to enter but the security team stopped you. “Hey sir, forbidden area no outsiders allowed” one of the big guy said. “Uh I was instructed to enter here...” you rebutted “By who?” one answered clearly annoyed, they think your pulling one of those pranks. “Uhm by Karina?” “Bullshit! we don’t have time for you jokes sir.” you shoved your phone with Karina’s messages to their faces, they were speechless but let you in as a sign of defeat. “what a brat!” one guard murmured as you made your way to the VIP section,. The Stage was huge, all covered in LED lights, loud and huge speakers surround the stadium. You were lead by one of the staff to a seat near the stage. “lucky one eh?” she said before leaving.

The Concert goes well as it always does, Karina caught some glimpses of you as she performs her albums. everyone was happy seeing her on stage and performing, its a dream come true for some and a sight to remember for many. as the concert nears its end, its time for the encore performance. where in every country or city Karina picks a different song. Today’s Encore is.....Double Take by Dhruv.

As she performed the song she can’t help but only look at you, hitting every note the song grew louder but for you only her voice was piercing through your ears, you can’t move your eyes, your mind only focuses on her like having tunnel vision. “In the Midst of the Crowds , In the shapes of the crowds, I don’t see nobody but you.” those lyrics hit you like a fucking truck, heating up your whole body and making you a blushing mess, but you can’t help but smile at her with your over expensive shirt and a light stick you borrowed from the back stage.

The moment felt surreal but it gave you the reassurance for the questions you long away burrowed deep down your heart.

[pearlzier]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝜗℘ㆍ nerd.ᐟmatt ☆ nerd.ᐟreader ，✿

"POPULAR, YOU'RE GONNA BE POPULAR," you'd sing when you were doing absolutely anything. it was no shock to anyone that you adore musicals, you're an absolute theatre fiend. since you were a little kid, it's been your form of escapism, being able to transform into a different person on stage instead of how sheepish you usually are. matt personally loved how confident you were infront of an audience and so passionately speaking the lines you'd worked so hard to perfect.

after the inarguable disaster that was the mean girls adaptation (you'd quite literally sobbed into his arms about how bad it was) you two were pretty sceptical about a wicked movie adaptation.

"you really like uh.." matt's watching you, as best as he can, anyway, considering the fact that he's driving the two of you towards the cinema. his eyes flutter back to the road, hand working over the wheel as he holds onto it. "uh.. what's her name, the woman who played glinda on broadway—" he drums his fingers against the wheel in thought.

you adored the original wicked on broadway, you'd practically learnt the entire score, and you were so serious when it came to elphaba and glinda. literally, you and your bestfriend had gone as them one time for halloween before it was trendy to do so—the 'og's, shall we say. you loved many musicals, but wicked would always have a soft spot in your heart. having gone to see it live, it was a memory you'd never forget.

you were like, the most qualified ever to judge whether a wicked movie adapation was actually as good as it should be.

well, matt thought you were, anyway. he held you in extremely high regard.

he doesn't even get to finish before you're interjecting, "kristin chenoweth!" causing a smile to spread across his lips. there you go again, so eager to talk about musicals. he only ever sees you this happy when you're talking about the things you like or when you're with him.

"kristin chenoweth," he agrees quietly, watching the way the gleam in your eyes twinkles as you speak. he's in awe, pure awe, at how perfect you are. he'll get better at voicing it, he's sure of it. he's just.. a little overwhelmed by how much he loves you.

"she's amazing, matt," you insist, adjusting the tote bag sat in your lap. nothing could describe the amount of energy you have right now, you're practically bouncing off the inside of the car with joy right now. this might be one of the best moments of your life if you're completely honest with yourself.

"this is gonna be amazing, 'm sure of it. the marketing team are working overtime for this." matt might actually cry if he has to drink down another glinda themed robinsons drink—he won't, he'll brave it for you, but still.

matt isn't exactly into musicals the way you are, he usually plays video games, watches movies, and gets so hype over them it's crazy. though, you get it, your interests make you just as feral. but this is a movie musical, so you think he'll be into it as well. wicked was inescapable, his entire for you page was just glinda and elphaba and he wasn't even mad about it. couldn't be, especially with how happy it made you.

it was like when hamilton was trending, oh, god, you'd performed like seven one woman performances of the musical that he's sure he can quote the entire thing by now.

the two of you are quiet for a little more, the original broadway cast singing away in the background as it plays through the car speaker from your phone, 'till the car comes to a stop outside of the cinema. "we're here," he murmurs, killing the engine once he makes sure his parking's perfect.

"oh my god, matt! we're here. what if i faint? what if i vomit? oh god, i won't get to see the movie if i faint or vomit, will i? oh no, uh, okay, i need, uh.. oh—"

"hey, hey, relax," matt says, gently, wanting you to chill out a little. he offers a sheepish little smile and he murmurs, "uh.. we can go get the themed popcorn buckets and you can throw up in there if you want to.. in style.." that makes you giggle and you nod, practically ripping off your seatbelt so that the two of you don't waste any more time inside the car. he has to quickly get out to join you, making sure that you don't run off on your own.

as the two of you walk, his fingers awkwardly twitch at his side as he wishes to hold your hand, but he's a little apprehensive to. though, he doesn't know why he's so apprehensive about it, the two of you are dating, holding hands is a simple thing. but.. he is.

"wicked's real popular," he murmurs, glancing around. "it's real amazing," you add in return. the two of you make your way inside the cinema together, and you glance at eachother for a moment. he smiles, you smile, and it sends a surge of warmth through both of you. leaning against his shoulder, you watch as he pays for the two tickets, and even more heat surges through you at the fact you're one hundred percent going to be seeing wicked now. matt likes how happy it makes you. it makes him almost as happy, he's sure.

and you notice this, after a little. there's a bit of a queue—wicked was so popular—and you end up interlacing your fingers with his own. it makes a heat flush to his cheeks and he offers a smile to you, shuffling closer to you and pressing by your side a little just to make sure you don't get too cold considering it's getting colder out.

"line's pretty long," he notes quietly, glancing up. you guys are near the front, so it's okay. "mmh, yeah, but we're almost in," you agree, swinging your interlaced hands as you stand beside eachother.

"popcorn buckets?"

"popcorn buckets."

you're a mess when you get out of there. literally, he's got stains on his hoodie from your tears, not that he minded all that much. he'd be a hypocrite otherwise, he's feeling a little teary eyed himself. thrusted against his chest are the various popcorn buckets that you'd bought, as you're currently trying to compose yourself and make sure your pink makeup doesn't run. you'd dressed up in full glinda gear, as best as you could, and he'd gone as elphaba. in your words, he'd given you total wicked witch of the west energy, in the best way.

he mumbles a soft, "you're okay," switching the popcorn buckets to one arm so he could gently rub your arm as the two of you made your way out. a soft smile settles on his lips, just watching you. everyday he's reminded in little moments why he loves you so much. this is definitely one of them. matt quietly leads you out of the screening room, giving smiles to the people working at the cinema, ones who are quiet heartwarmed by your reaction to the movie and how much it clearly meant to you.

"that was just.." matt sighs softly, shaking his head as heat flushes to his cheeks. he shifts his weight a little, gently tugging on you for you to stop. it's just outside of the screening, his eyes meeting yours. your eyes are glossy, gleaming beneath the pink and green lights illuminating you both. "perfect," you finish for him, words wavering a little as you speak. god, you've never enjoyed a movie more. definitely a top ten movie. maybe even for matt, too. he couldn't deny how good it was.

matt nods his head at your words, adding a quiet, "really perfect," you'd one hundred percent be watching the movie a gazillion times after, probably in cinemas, but also definitely on some illegal websites when you got back home. matt'd be joining you, totally. he may not have been a complete musical fan, but he'd get into it for you, definitely.

"i'm like.. a new person after that," you tell him, shuffling closer to him and leaning your head up against his chest. he places the buckets down on the ground beside you two and he tentatively wraps an arm around your middle to bring you up against his chest.

"me too.. might be a musical fan.." a laugh slips past his lips ³and in return you giggle too. a soft sigh escapes you afterwards, head tilting to the side a little. he blinks when you look up at him like that, and the heat floods his cheeks a little more. he's getting warm from all the attention, really. but you're looking up at him like he hung the stars and the moon, and it makes him feel so unbelievably special. his heart's pounding against his chest, literally.

"i.. wanna kiss you," you find yourself saying before you even realise, and matt practically splutters and stammers over his words in return. "oh, uh.. you do? oh," he swallows thickly, glancing down at the ground a moment before he meets your gaze again, nodding his head. he'd been thinking the same exact thing, since.. right now, your lips look like they're coated in pure sugar, all shiny and glossy.

"you can kiss me. i wanna.. wanna kiss you," he mumbles, slowly easing his hand upwards on your back, his lips parting.

you're the one who goes for it, bringing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. he brings you as close as possible with his hand, a dreamy sigh slipping past his lips against your own. you let your hands come up and cradle his jaw, both of your eyes shutting together as you take in the bliss that is the kiss you're sharing. when the two of you part, he's breathless, eyes gleaming in a similar way to yours. "you taste like candy," accurate, considering all the candy you'd been eating during the movie, but he loves it.

you feel a heat come to your face at that, and you glance at the floor sheepishly. "i do?"

matt nods, because yeah, you do. he sweeps his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting the sweetness that you'd left there in the kiss. he's incredibly intoxicated by you, how you taste, how you feel, just.. you. "yeah.." he really wants to do it again, but the realisation that you two had just kissed in public hits him and he ends up burying his head in your hair to try hide himself in some way. "oh my god, we just kissed, in public," you say in realisation.

he's got absolutely no clue where all of this confidence comes from, but he murmurs a breathy, "y'know what's not public?" that makes your eyebrows raise in interest, lashes fluttering a little bit. matt relishes in that expression on your face, just for a moment.

"what is?" you soon ask, brows furrowing now.

"my bedroom," matt wiggles his eyebrows instinctively, and despite your surprise at his forwardness, you laugh. a genuine, soft, laugh. god, you adore him. enough to the point you quickly run behind him as he practically drags you back to the car.

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[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 hyeongjun x fem!reader x jooyeon

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 1k words

request: “do you like making us mad?” + overstimulation

✎… threesome, sub!reader, overstimulation (f!rec), light corruption kink, brief humiliation (f!rec), oral sex (m!rec), light degradation (f!rec)

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Attending your friends’ gigs is always a good time.

Sure, they’re still a rookie rock band, but they already know how to put on a killer show. Their popularity keeps growing with every small performance and tonight was no exception.

You watch them step off the stage, instruments in hand - Hyeongjun with his electric guitar, Jooyeon with his bass - after another successful set that leaves people buzzing. You push through the crowd, ready to meet up and head to your favorite club for drinks.

When you step outside, you see an unfamiliar guy, leaning against a car and curling his lips the moment he sees the boys next to you.

“This is Seungmin,” Jooyeon says, turning to you before giving the guy a high five. “He’s the sober driver tonight.”

After that, everyone piles into the car - you take a seat between Jooyeon and Hyeongjun in the back while Seungmin starts the engine.

You expected the usual post-show discussion, but tonight the conversation takes a different turn as Seungmin drives towards the club.

“You know,” Jooyeon tilts his head, eyes locked on you. “We had a pretty good view from the stage.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he smirks - the smile that always make people swoon. “We were watching you the whole time.”

Before you can respond, Hyeongjun cuts in, wasting no time getting to the point.

“So who was that guy?”

“Who?” You blink before realising who they're talking about. “Oh! Just someone I went to high school with. We haven’t seen each other in years. We danced for a bit, that’s all.”

“Interesting way to dance with someone you haven’t seen in years.” Hyeongjun cackles, leaning against his seat at the same time his band mate moves forward to glance at him.

“Dude, he was all over her!” Jooyeon raises his voice, sneeringly. “Humping her in front of everyone like a dog in heat.”

“Jooyeon!” You whip your head towards him, shooting him a glare.

Despite knowing him for nearly two years, once you lock gazes, it feels like it’s the first time you look into his eyes; they're darker, intense in a way that makes your breath hitch.

“He wasn’t humping me,” you argue, repeating his ridiculous choice of words. “And even if he was… why would that be a problem?”

“Someone’s getting frisky.” Hyeongjun smirks, glancing at the dimly lit streets.

Seungmin peeks at the rearview mirror, but remains silent as the low music plays through his car speakers.

“Why? Are you gonna make me say it?” Jooyeon’s hand moves on top of your thigh, studying the area and how your body responds to his touch.

The tension lingers in the air even more evidently now; it's thick enough to make everything else around you disappear.

“You need someone who’s gonna fuck you, not hump you.” Jooyeon mutters and you can almost sense a feeling of disgust in his lower voice. “That guy was pathetic.”

You can feel Hyeongjun’s gaze flickering at you; unsure if that’s the reason, your right hand starts shifting places until it bumps into his. The electrifying contact causes you to act bolder, and you finally place your palm on his knee.

“Yeah, you deserve better than that,” Hyeongjun gets closer as he stares down at your hand gliding higher to his crotch. “Pick wisely next time and don’t embarrass yourself.”

His advice sounds more like a warning.

There’s almost no distance between you anymore; your bodies stick to one another, their breaths brush against the sides of your face causing your eyes to flutter shut. Your mind urges you to respond; to do something that will encourage their hands to touch you more, but... Seungmin is right there.

“You want to get fucked, hm?” Jooyeon's lips trace the shell of your ear as his voice alone doubles the warmth you feel in your body. “Don't be shy, we're friends, right?”

“Yeah, you can tell us anything.” Hyeongjun whispers beside you.

Your heart jumps when you feel his fingers pressing into your panties; Jooyeon's are squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh.

A slow, shuddering breath leaves you before you say yes, and they tell Seungmin to turn around and drop you off at Jooyeon's place instead.

Jooyeon’s bed fills the room with creaking noises, until they stop, because you cum - and you cum hard; body shaking as his hands on your hips keep you down while Hyeongjun’s made sure to stimulate your clit until you’ve reached your peak.

The way they effortlessly match their different dynamics without losing focus on you doesn’t go unnoticed. They’ve been taking turns to fuck you since you got here, and surprisingly, so far there’s been no dull or awkward moments between you like you thought it might happen - this is your first threesome and you didn’t know what to expect.

“Have you done this before?” The curiosity won’t leave you if you don’t ask. “Sharing one girl… at the same time…”

Running fingers through his hair, Jooyeon scrunches his face as in no.

“We’ve never liked one girl at the same time before.” Hyeongjun murmurs behind your shoulder.

“Even if we had,” Jooyeon rests a hand on his heaving chest, looking at you with piercing eyes, “would that be a problem?”

You catch on to the way he’s copying your words from earlier and that makes you smirk amused at his raised brow.

“I was just asking,” you say, “and stop acting smart by twisting my words.”

“Tsk,” He shoots a quick glance at his band mate, checking if he’s entertained by this too. “You’re asking for it tonight, aren’t you? Bad, bad girl…” His hand is quick to grab your face, squeezing just enough to intensify your heartbeat.

By the way he tilts your head left to right, it looks like he’s studying you, but in reality, he just uses the moment to enjoy how you clench around him, because as he assumed - his slaps and condescending tone arouses you.

“Do you like making us mad, huh?” He frees your face, - a bit roughly as the rest of his gestures - without missing out on your hips discreetly attempting to grind against him. “Does it feel good to have two guys put you in your place?”

“Answer,” Hyeongjun whispers in your ear, squeezing your boobs gently.

“It does,” you admit, “it makes me so wet…”

Jooyeon watches your head fall back as Hyeongjun’s tattoed hand travels down your body; you instantly shudder in his arms once he stops at your sweet spot. But the touch, though gentle, is overwhelming, making you hiss immediately at how sensitive you’ve become.

“Turn around then,” he says, retrieving.

You leave Jooyeon’s lap and bend down to level your face with Hyeongjun’s cock. The second you welcome him in your mouth, the mixture of the boys’ arousal and your own, settles nicely on your tongue.

“Fuck—“ he moans above you; with a slightly higher pitch you haven’t heard from him till now. “Deeper, baby… yeah, that’s it.”

A sudden slap on your ass causes you to whimper around Hyeongjun, just as he decides to keep you pressed against his pelvis, craving to stay inside your throat a second longer.

“Shit, I want to cum like this—“ he mutters in a rush; slowly fucking your mouth by deep, little gliding motions.

Jooyeon stares down in awe at your arched back and separated thighs; his one hand forms a fist around his cock that’s throbbing beneath his firm touch.

He picks your ass.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[icequeenlila]

Context: they are driving in a convertible (Max is driving), Bradley lowkey has an existentional crisis right before this scene, and Max snapps him out of it without even realizing.

"Powerline!"

Max voice was loud and excited and all consuming.

Suddenly loud music blasted from the speakers, shutting down every thought Bradley could have possibly had, ripping his attention away from himself and his thoughts, until there was only Max and his loud, goofy voice, singing (shrieking) along to some random song.

Bradley blinked against the whiplash. It was like being thrown into cold water. Disorienting but refreshing.

"Open up your eyes, take a look at me. Get the picture fixed in your memory", Max sang along, his eyes leaving the road for one short moment, brows wiggling at Bradley.

His mind was still trying to sort out itself, so all Bradley could do was to look at the boy with wide eyes, not even able to frown or complain about Max being an irresponsible driver.

Bradley kept staring, watching Max thrust his head back and forth, the boy's eyes concentrated on the road, not missing a single word of the lyrics.

"Some people settle for the typical thing. Livin' all their lives waitin' in the wings."

Wide, green fields passed by them, the sun standing high, shining down hot on them. At some point Max had put on sunglasses. His sunglasses! And Bradley was only noticing now.

"You gotta believe that I got what it takes!" Max's voice was peeking and breaking in a way that should have been embarrassing but the boy didn't care at all.

"To stand out! Above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud!"

He turned to look at Bradley, nodding his head so the Gucci glasses slid down his nose a nudge, reaching out a hand towards him and balling it into a fist as he kept shouting the lyrics.

"Till mine is the only face you see! Gonna stand out..." He pointed a finger at Bradley. "’till you notice me."

Heat to Bradley's cheeks, ears burning and heart picking up a beat. Because of what? Because of a crappy song and piercing dark eyes?

Why did he think of Max' eyes as piercing? Why was he thinking about them at all?

The answer made him angry, and anger was a way better feeling than whatever he had going on only moments ago.

Bradley finally found his voice again.

"What the fuck, Goof!?", he shouted over the music, wind almost swallowing his voice. "Focus on the road! Put down my glasses! Do you call that singing!?"

Max didn't follow any of his commands, his voice now filled with laughter as he kept singing along to the lyrics, not missing a single beat.

"If the squeaky wheel's always gettin' the grease. I'm totally devoted to disturbing the peace."

Max was totally ignoring him, head nodding up and down as he kept driving, the car not swaying once.

"And I'll do it all again when I get it done. Until I become your number one!"

"Don't you ignore me!", Bradly shouted, but the glare on his face was wavering.

Max just kept half singing, half shouting the lyrics at him. The more Bradley complained the more Max struggled to keep his voice even, as laughter shook his entire body.

All the while, wind was tugging at them from all sides, blowing their hair in and out of their faces.

In his euphoria, Max was half performing to the song, nodding his head, shimmying his shoulders and pointing fingers at Bradley, trying to make him part of his ridiculous performance.

"I'm under a spell, I'm in over my head."

Max kept wiggling his brows at him and it looked so ridiculous that Bradley actually had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning.

"And you know I'm goin' all of the way till the end- Get ready, Brad!"

Max drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, leaning slightly forward in anticipation.

"Pfft!"

Bradley shook his head, trying his hardest to keep from grinning. Seeing Max in such high spirits did something to him. His chest felt wider, his breathing easier. He stopped clenching his jaw and straining his shoulders.

"To stand out above the crowd! Even if I gotta shout out loud!"

Max was singing at the top of his lungs now, hair blowing in the wind, Gucci glasses lopsided on his nose.

"Till mine is the only face you'll see! Gonna stand out till you notice me, yeah!"

And Bradley couldn't keep in the laughter anymore. He let himself fall back against his seat, arms crossed over his stomach, as he just let go.

It was ridiculous. He'd been pretty much questioning his entire life mere moments ago and now he was crying from laughter. He was crying for god's sake!

And all just because Max was singing along to a song, not caring if he was hitting the right notes, goofing off and making a complete idiot of himself.

This was a new low. But he really didn't care.

"Oh my god", Max' voice sounded next to him. He had stopped singing. "Is he laughing?"

Bradley turned to look at him and his vision was swimming. It made him laugh even harder, because it was so stupid.

"Do you need a hospital?", Max asked, stupid grin on his face, eyes jumping between Bradley and the road. "Are you feeling all right?"

Bradley wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to compose himself and failing.

"What?"

"This is the first time I hear you laughing without any murderous intent in your voice", Max said.

Bradley shook his head, not able to stop smiling.

"You're an idiot", he said, and he sounded horribly out of breath.

"But I made you laugh." Max shot him a satisfied grin. "I knew you would warm up to me."

"I'm just laughing at you", Bradley argued, but there was no malice in it.

He managed to stop laughing but his voice was still breathy. His belly hurt. His guts feeling tingly.

"Just admit that you like me." Max nudged him against the shoulder, eyes staying on the road.

"You're an idiot, Goof", Bradley said, swatting at his hand.

"Max."

"Huh?"

"Call me Max. I like it when you say my name."

No, Bradley didn't blush at that. It was totally the summer heat. And only that!

"I will call you by your name as soon as you manage to remember mine correctly", he retorted.

"Goof it is then."

Bradley giggled. He couldn't help it. He felt too good to care.

"You're an idiot, Goof."

"You already said that", Max glanced over at him briefly. "Also, you're a snob."

Bradley blinked, sitting up straight in his seat. "Excuse me? I'm not a snob."

"The snobbiest snob I've ever encountered", Max said, chuckle in his voice and grin on his lips.

"Take it back!"

"No can do."

"Goof!", Bradley warned, but his voice betrayed him as it trembled with suppressed laughter.

"Brad." The grin on Max' lips seemed to be glued on.

"Stop calling me Brad!"

"Admit you like me."

"I don't."

"But I like you, Bradley."

And Max' voice was soft when he said it.

His breathing stopped. For a few moments, Bradley couldn't do anything but stare at the boy.

How was he so bold? So carefree? So completely and brutally honest?

Heat spread from his chest and traveled higher. And this time it definitely wasn't the sun.

Max' eyes were constantly jumping between him and the road, searching Bradley's face, waiting for him to say something in return.

But Bradley couldn't. Not when he felt his heartbeat in his throat. Not when his tongue felt dry as the desert, his entire body burning with a tingly heat.

"Look at that", Max said, and at some point, he must have turned down the volume of the radio, because his voice was soft. Gentle. "Bradley has lost his words."

And somehow, Max sounded almost fond. The look in his eyes, the curve of his lips. It seemed all so honest and genuine, and impossible.

It made Bradley's gut clench in a half tingly, half painful way. It felt good, but it hurt. It was confusing, because Max was confusing him. Bradley was confusing himself. Whatever!

It was definitely too much to feel at once, and he needed Max to stop looking at him like that.

"Eyes on the road", he said, his voice way too breathy, way too soft.

"But I like looking at you more", Max said, not missing a beat.

And Bradley's heart was fucking pounding against his rib cage, like it wanted to jump out of his chest and right into Max' arms.

He could not have that!

He reached out his hand, placing his fingers gently against Max' jaw, forcing him to look forward.

"On the road", he repeated, voice slightly trembling towards the end.

Because there was the faintest scruff of beard stubble beneath his fingertips. Max' skin felt warm, the line of his jaw firm. Bradley withdrew his hand.

And his heart was beating, beating, beating quickly inside his chest.

"Also stop at the next store we pass", he added, forcing himself to breathe evenly.

This couldn't be happening. This so couldn't be happening.

Max grinned, keeping his eyes on the road like Bradley had told him to.

"As you wish, Brad."

And Bradley didn't have the breath to argue on the nickname, too occupied to keep his stomach from clenching, his fingers from fidgeting.

This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be possibly happening.

He looked back at Max and his stomach felt tingly. He looked at him and there was heat everywhere. His heart was ready to explode.

It couldn't be. It couldn't be. He couldn't have a crush on Max.

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This is from chapter 4 of my fic Good Luck, Babe! on ao3

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter four — the willow tree

WORD COUNT — 2,390

WARNINGS — talk of parental death and parental abandonment, cheating, and divorce

NOTES — god i love this chapter with everything i have i'm not kidding

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Since your first ‘official’ group hang out last Friday, you’d nearly been jumping at any opportunity to hang out with the group. Sure, when you read into it it sounded borderline creepy, but you couldn’t help it. You’d never had that much fun with your friends before, even in the city, where pretty much anything and everything was at your fingertips. 

You could only compare it to the high you felt the first time you’d ever watched a musical in a theater. You were a freshman at the time, and your dad surprised you with tickets by calling you out of school in the middle of the day. You’d never forget the magical, light feeling that filled your chest throughout the show, watching everything happen all at once and so quickly, admiring the performer’s work in real time. It had been such a rush that, for the following four days, everything felt dull, and all you wanted was to relive that night over and over again for the rest of your life. 

Today was Thursday, and although everyone would be hanging out again tomorrow at Mickey’s, some of the group had decided to hang out at the park again, anyway. All of you did have some form of curfew for weeknights, so it would be bordering on sunset when you would meet at the park, before one by one, you’d all have to head home at one time or another. 

When you’d left school, it was agreed — everyone would meet at 6pm by the gate. But as you got home, and the evening crept onward to the time you were supposed to leave, the texts began trickling in, and before you knew it, almost everyone had canceled. Whether it was family obligations, chores, or — in Harriet and Sonya’s case — couple time to themselves, everyone who was involved in the initial plan had canceled, aside from Newt. 

Not long after the final cancellation text came through — Minho, saying that his parents had family coming into town and needed to help get the house ready — your phone began to ring from its place on your bed, where you sat writing the last few sentences of your history homework. 

You pushed the textbook and workbook from your lap, reaching for the phone only to see that Newt’s contact was the one lighting up your screen. You prepared for another cancellation excuse before pressing the bright green ‘accept’ button and holding the phone to your ear. “What’s up?”

Newt’s voice filtered through the speaker almost immediately. “We’re still hanging out tonight, right?”

“Yeah, we are,” you said, “but it’s just gonna be us, if that’s alright. Literally everyone else canceled.” 

“Really?” Newt asked, and you muttered a confirmation in response. 

You sighed, leaning back on your bed frame. “I know we were supposed to go to the park, but Minho has the key, so… is there anywhere else you’d wanna hang out?”

“Actually, yeah,” Newt replied. “I’ll be there to pick you up soon, yeah? Half an hour.”

“Got it.” You nodded. “Half an hour.”

With Newt’s final goodbye, you picked your book back up and finished off what little you had left of your history homework. As you did though, you thought about spending time with Newt, just Newt, and how you haven’t had the chance to do so since he gave you the tour of the school. The thought seemed to bring an untameable smile to your face. 

By the time Newt’s car appeared in the driveway, and Newt at the front door, you had packed all your schoolwork away, pushed your hair back (after attempting four different styles), and grabbed a hoodie to wear. Whatever makeup you’d put on at the beginning of the day was mostly worn off now, and you didn’t see a point in reapplying anything, because as long as your mascara and eyeliner weren’t majorly smudged, you were okay with how it looked. 

Newt came in after you greeted him at the door, giving you time to gather up what you needed to and to slip your shoes on, and he talked with Maggie and your dad as they watched a movie in the living room. When you finally stepped out of the house, the sky was painted with an array of oranges, fading into various pinkish red tones, and finally, a beautiful purple that got deeper and more rich the higher in the sky it went. 

“So, what are we doing tonight?” You asked as Newt reversed out of the driveway. 

“I was thinking we’d grab some food from Mickey’s and hang out over on the field by the school?” Newt suggested, turning onto the main road. “Nothing extreme, y’know? We have all night tomorrow to do that.”

You nodded and told him that it was a great idea, looking out the window as he drove. It was getting visibly darker with every passing moment, and the lights on Newt’s dash and radio were glowing a bluish green when he parked in front of the diner. When you stepped out, you were met with a subtle breeze, which was quickly overtaken by the warmth of the diner. 

It was quiet inside, with only a few straggling patrons scattered around. Mickey greeted you both at the counter with his usual bright smile as you sat on the stools, ready to order. “Aren’t you two supposed to be here tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but you know me, Mickey.” Newt smiled cheekily. “I just can’t get enough of your amazing food.”

Mickey laughed before taking your orders — you, another loaded burger meal and double chocolate milkshake, and Newt, a crispy chicken burger and vanilla milkshake. Newt ended up paying for the food, but only after you argued about it and settled on you paying for his food tomorrow. 

You admired the retro style of the diner as you sat and waited for your food to arrive, noticing all of the pictures on the walls, the vintage clocks, and achievements the establishment had seemed to receive over the many years it’d been running. Through the order window, though, you noticed a boy your age, frying up your burger. 

Newt seemed to read your mind and follow your line of sight, because not long after you noticed the boy, he told you, “That’s Frypan.” 

“Hmm?”

“The cook, back there.” Newt explained. “His real name’s Siggy, but everyone calls him Fry or Frypan. Even his parents, and Mickey. Frypan’s Mickey’s grandson.”

You only nodded, waving at Frypan along with Newt when he caught sight of you and smiled politely. Once Frypan was done with your orders, he bagged them up and brought it over to you at the counter. 

“What’s up, Newt?”

“Hey, Fry,” Newt said, scratching at the back of his neck. “Things good?”

“Yep,” Frypan nodded, handing over the bag of takeout, before looking over to you. 

You smiled at him again and said, “I’m Y/n. Thomas’... step-sister? I think.”

Frypan laughed and nodded, his smile wider than before. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“I think step-sister’s the right word,” Newt said. “Tommy told us about her, remember?”

“I remember,” Frypan nodded as he leant against the counter. “Said a lot about you when you guys would hang out and stuff. Didn’t you get him lost in Times Square once or something?”

You scoffed out a laugh. “I think he got that story mixed up. He was the one who got us lost. Dumbass thought he could get us around New York without a map because he’d been there a few times before. And he didn’t even go to Times Square any of those times, by the way.”

Both boys laughed at your retelling of the story as you smiled, watching Mickey place two to-go cups next to the bag of food. “There y’all go. I’ll see y’all tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, guys. See you later, Fry.” Newt nodded, waving goodbye before standing and grabbing the bag of food. 

You waved the pair goodbye happily as you grabbed the drinks and slid out of the stool, following Newt out the door, blinds clanking on the door behind you, and back into the car. The sky had darkened exponentially since you’d been inside, and the brief breeze you felt when you arrived had taken a more permanent residence in the air, cooling your skin. 

As Newt headed over to the school, staying on the main road, you snacked on fries from the bag that rested on your lap. A song filtered through the speakers, muffled by the static of a distant radio tower, and dim street lamps lit the way for you. You would’ve been perfectly content simply sitting in the car and driving around until curfew, but Newt had other plans. 

He parked in the school parking lot, in one of the spaces closest to the field. It was unusual to see the parking lot empty, to see the school devoid of light and students lingering around. You and Newt stepped out of the car, and you followed him as he rounded the back, opening the trunk and pulling a thin blanket from it before heading out to the field, blanket tucked under one arm, a milkshake in hand and the bag of food in the other. 

Soon, one milkshake became two, along with a heavy bag filled with food, and you ended up handling a minor juggling act while Newt laid out the blanket at the base of the willow tree he pointed out to you on the first day. When he was done, he took his milkshake and the bag of food from you, allowing you to sit next to him on the blanket while he sorted out the food. 

For a little while, there was nothing but the sound of the wildlife at night while you enjoyed your food together. This, however, gave your mind time to wind down several paths of thought, and it didn’t take you long to put your burger back in its wrapper and face the blond to your left. 

“Why doesn’t Sonya have an accent?”

“What?” Newt asked, still chewing his food. 

“You have an accent.” You stated. “And Sonya’s only a year younger than you, so she should have an accent, too, right? But she doesn’t, so, why not?”

Newt swallowed his food, took a sip of his milkshake, and cleared his throat before speaking. “We moved here from London when we were pretty young. I was eight, and Sonya was almost seven. Small town people can be quite… harsh, but I didn’t quite mind what the kids in school were saying about how we talked. Sonya did, though. I guess kids in her grade were harsher toward her. Anyway, she started to train her voice to sound American, and now she doesn’t have an accent.” 

All you could think of to respond was nod. It seemed like a simple enough answer, despite how heartbreaking it really was, and so you left it at that and went back to eating your burger. No more conversation occurred between the two of you until you were cramming the empty wrappers and fry containers into the takeout bag. 

“Why’s your dad marrying Maggie?” 

Confused, your face scrunched as you looked at Newt. 

“You got to ask a question, so now I’m asking one.” Newt shrugged. “So, why’s your dad marrying Maggie?” After a moment, it seemed like Newt realized what kind of question he’d asked. “If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to. I’m just curious.”

“No, no it’s fine.” You assured him, taking a deep breath. “It’s not his first marriage, or anything like that. And my mom wasn’t some horrible, evil woman he was just dying to get away from, either. He loved her. A lot. They met when they were teenagers and everything. She was a ballerina. A really beautiful one, too.” You explained. “When I was about seven, though, she got diagnosed with breast cancer. I can barely remember it anymore, but I know she was a great mom, and a great wife. She died when I was ten. Maggie’s the first woman I’ve met that’s been able to make my dad laugh like my mom used to.” 

Newt stayed silent for a few moments, the heavy atmosphere you brought to the conversation settling in your chests. He picked at a loose thread in the blanket before speaking. “I wish my mum could find someone like that.”

“Why?” You asked, your voice soft. “What happened to your dad?”

“He’s an asshole,” Newt snapped, tilting his head all the way back to look at the pieces of sky that poked through the leaves, leaning on his elbows for support. “He moved us halfway across the world, away from my mum’s family, away from her whole bloody life, for a job offer, only to quit and chase some bleach blonde woman who’s half his age to Florida and mail my mum divorce papers. He didn’t even have the decency to sign them in person.”

The anger and resentment Newt held for his father was clear in his tone, rolling off his words in harsh waves. 

Hesitantly, you placed a hand over Newt’s twisting your body to fully face him. “You’re right, Newt. Your dad is an asshole. And he missed out on watching you grow up, on seeing you turn into one of the kindest, most caring people I’ve ever met. But that just means that you didn’t need him to be the person you are today.”

Though Newt’s eyes remained on the sky, you could see tears gathering along his waterline, the gleam of the stars reflecting within them. For a moment, you both stayed that way, until Newt shifted and pulled your body into his, arms wrapping around your neck as he gripped you in a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him a little closer. The heavy atmosphere felt a little lighter, now, and you did, too, knowing that something between you and Newt had shifted, that you knew each other better now. 

After the mood lifted, you both finished your drinks and laid back on the thin, cold blanket, hands on your stomachs as you talked and looked at the sky through the drooping curtains of the willow tree’s leaves.

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[1990mx5]

Y’all. I’m just now realizing that I yammer on about cars, but have never actually proven that I own anything to back it up. So, an introduction?

The first, and the best. My 1971 Super Beetle. It was the very first Beetle I looked at when I was in the market, and it has been a perfect car. I’ve never looked at another Beetle since.

The engine has been pulled, poked at, disassembled, and then put back in by yours truly. When I first bought this car, my dad was adamant that I could do all the work myself, and he’s held me to that for the last five years. This car gifted me a slow-building foundation of patience and skill that I wouldn’t trade for the world.

Ownership status: 2019 — present

Beetle #2 — A 1972 Standard. Didn’t I just say that I’d never buy another Beetle?

This one was bought from a friend for about the price of a Happy Meal. She didn’t run, she had no brakes, and she was probably losing her clutch as well.

I once stalled her on a hill while Chic’s Le Freak was blasting from a speaker that had no volume buttons. She failed to start for about a solid minute, and after my pleading and begging, apparently got enough gas in the chamber to splutter embarrassingly up the hill.

It was the height of COVID, and I was bored out of my mind. The brakes took a few days, the engine needed a new fuel filter and carb float, and then that was it. She was back on the road. I sold her away, and I still look for her occasionally on Marketplace.

Other than the paint, she was completely stock, which made her good for stealing parts off of. I’m pretty sure she was sold without sidemarkers.

Ownership status: Spring of 2020 — summer of 2020.

My dad’s 1976 Transporter. When I got my Beetle, my grandad and dad started going on about “the good old days”, when they’d pile into one of my grandad’s buses, and go camping in the South of France.

So, enter VW Bus. She’s a Transporter at heart, but the previous owner stuck a Westfalia interior in there, and now we’ve got a camper! We bought her non-running, had a crisis about buying a lawn ornament, and then realized that the problem was merely a main vacuum line. She’s run fine ever since.

She’s got about 10 more horsepower than the other Volkswagens (62hp), which makes her particularly good in freeways and long-distance travel. She’s the most reliable of the fleet, and has made it down to the California border (from Northern WA) and back without a blip. She’s never broken down. Not yet.

Ownership status: Spring of 2021 — present

One of these is not like the other: 1990 Miata.

The Beetle -> Miata pipeline is real. I know of at least three people (myself included) that’ve pulled this trick. She’s got 300,000 miles on the clock and counting. This car was meant to be a cheap summer commuter, maybe do a little track racing, and be gone by the end of the summer. Unfortunately, I fell in love. This car has had more money poured into it than any of the other vehicles, despite her terrible paint and high mileage, no OBD system, and about fifty other problems. But I love her.

This is the car that has forced me to reckon with fuel injection, and the one that has taught me the most about “racing” (quotation marks because I was the slowest 1.6 NA at the last Auto-X).

I had to learn about rollbars, hardtops, tires and wheels, coilovers, radiators, rolled and pulled fenders, and how to handle a car with more than 60hp. All my other cars are completely stock in the engine department, so the Miata is where I started experimenting. Racing intake, performance radiator, the usual suspects. Rumor (fact) has it that I tried to ship a cheap hardtop from my university to my house. It did not work. I had to tuck my tail and go to Canada for a hardtop that’s genuinely worth more than the car. I’ve become a snob, I think.

This car has only failed me once, about two days into ownership. The clutch master went out, and I panicked, thinking I’d bought a lemon. I had not. However, she’s had to save me only one time, but it was quite possibly the greatest save known to Miatakind. A clutch disc spring exploded while I was out and about, rendering shifting to become harder and harder, and then impossible. She drove me 84 miles home in the middle of a bitter winter rainstorm at 10pm. She only refused to go into gear once on my driveway. So, I owed it to the car to fix the transmission, I guess. I cashed a lot of luck that day.

I replaced the clutch disc, plate, pilot bearing, throwout bearing, and hydraulic system in February 2025, and she drives now! It was my very first transmission pull and put-back, and certainly not the most fun I’ve ever had. But I did it, and it works (so far).

Ownership status: Fall of 2022 — Summer of 2025

"You need to get a reliable car," my dad said. "The Miata is getting tired, and you need a car that will take you to work without issues."

I listened to him for about a week, did extensive research on early Toyota trucks, and then bought a car two years older than the Miata. Meet the 1988 Porsche 944. Full of quirky German engineering (timing belt + old = engine explosion), this is the most expensive thing I've ever bought in my life. That being said, it costs much less than any car built after 2010, so I was between a rock and a hard place.

I absolutely adore it. It has electronic everything (seats, windows, sunroof), so in my eyes, this thing is the height of luxury. It has maroon interior, teeny tiny back seats, and an engine that has fifty more horsepower than the Miata, and that's something I haven't really tested yet. There's yet to be work done, but this is a very new car to me, so I'm sure it'll start to bring up issues any day now. But I don't care. I love it.

Ownership status: Summer of 2025 -- present

Honorable mention: My dad’s 1978 MGB. This is the car that taught me how to drive stick! My dad bought it when my family moved from California, and he was probably longing for a little bit of his British roots. The car was his daily for its entire ownership, and drove in commuting traffic every day for years with a cracked cylinder head. My dad pulled the engine on it multiple times, probably just for fun.

Just kidding. The clutch blew up twice. The soft top would leak, and moss grew on the carpets. My dad used to tote a gallon bottle into work to fill with water because the car would lose coolant throughout the workday. He would place a small bowl to collect oil because the company had just finished the underground parking, and he didn’t want to leak oil onto the new concrete. It had three windshield wipers! What a brilliant car! I say that with zero sarcasm. What a silly, beautiful, funny car.

Ownership status: 2006 — summer of 2021

***

I learned everything from my dad, who used to rally his Mini Cooper for pinks back in the 80’s. He learned everything from his father —my grandfather— who is exactly who you’d think of when you hear “Mancunian backyard mechanic”. He smoked like a house on fire, refused to spend more than 2k on any car ever, and was quite possibly the greatest, kindest man who ever lived. He never had a car for longer than 6 months, but always had a soft spot for aircooled Volkswagens. 

If you’re genuinely curious about my mechanical misadventures, I go by @lowbutstillslow on Instagram, where I actually put money where my mouth is. It’s subpar work, but it is work. 

When I'm not fixing the tin cans on wheels, I love to watch F1 and Le Mans, and I'm getting into NASCAR and Indycar. I'm astounded by the abilities of drivers and mechanics that're far more talented than I can ever dream.

If anyone has questions about anything -- mechanical things*, car brands, F1, or even non-car stuff, let me know!

*If you ask for it, my advice might not be right, but it will be free, and that's certainly something.

<3!

[hees-mine]

NO RAINBOW - L. HS TEASER

PAIRING: HEESEUNG + FEM READER

WARNING$: SMUT, PROTECTED/UNPROTECTED SEX, ROUGH SEX, SHOWER SEX, ANAL, ORAL, FINGERING, CUM EATING, FUCKING WHILE HIGH/DRUNK, BLOWJOBS, PUSSY EATING, NIPPLE SUCKING, LICKING, DIRTY TALK, POSSESSIVENESS, LOTS OF SEX SCENES, ANGST, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, CRYING, CHILDHOOD ABUSE, TRAUMA, FIGHTING, BLOOD, ARGUMENTS, CURSING, SMOKING, DRINKING, MENTIONS OF CLUBS, DRUGS/ DRUG DEALING, OVERDOSE, DEATH, SUICIDE. IF THESE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DO NOT READ!

WC: 24k

GENRE: ROCKBAND AU. INSPIRED BY CHASE ATLANTIC.

RELEASE DATE: early access on Patreon June 6th official tumblr release date tbd

FEATURING: HEESEUNG VOCALIST P, JAKE DRUMMER JAY GUITAR & , SUNGHOON BASSIST & .

$YNOP$1$: it's not everyday your favorite underground up and coming rock band tours in your city, but the day they do, you take full advantage. Just seeing them live felt surreal, but what was even more unreal was the lead singer noticing you amongst a small crowd. You thought that made your night turns out once the concert had ended and you made your way backstage (thanks to your vip pass) is what really made your night, yet the surprises didn't stop there. After a brief interaction with the band, the front man, Lee heeseung, offers to take you back to the tour RV, leading to one unforgettable steamy night, and suddenly, he asks you to go on tour with him as you lay tangled in his sheets without a thought you say yes taking a step into his world but little did you know there's "no rainbows just white lines."

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With your heart racing in your chest, you do one final glance at yourself in the mirror, putting the final touches on to make sure your outfit is good and everything is intact.

You sighed softly, nerves running through you from the anticipation of seeing your favorite band live.

You had front row seats or ga rather, which meant you’d be closest to the stage where your favorite singer was going to be performing on.

The idea of seeing him live makes you so excited. Despite spending nearly two whole paychecks on your ticket, you didn’t regret it. How could you when you were going to see heeseung, the lead singer, up close and personal? He was worth every cent, and you couldn’t wait to hear his heaven-like vocals in real time.

Once you're satisfied with the reflection that stares back at you, you reach into your purse to grab your keys and feel another wave of nerves hit you.

This is really it. You thought while turning off your living room light and heading to your car to drive to the venue, which luckily was only eighteen minutes away.

Arriving at the venue sometime later, you paid for parking and left your car. Entering the venue, there weren’t that many people, seeing how it was an underground rock band; however, the turnout was still quite nice as they were starting to make their come up, which you were happy for, and hopefully, when they got much bigger they’d have more concerts in your city.

Weaving through the crowd, you found your spot on the floor, going close to the stage. Again, they weren’t that popular, so thankfully, you didn’t have to fight for a close spot.

It was about twenty minutes before the show, the venue lights were still on, and they played some of their music in the background on the speakers while people chatted away until it was time for the show.

You looked around, snapping a few shots of the crowd and stage. It was still pretty empty as people were buying drinks and snacks for the show, not you thought your stomach was in knots. The thought of even eating right now made you feel like regurgitating.

The last few minutes before they would take the stage, your nerves had started going crazy again, and it felt like hours had passed, and the clammy bodies beside you weren’t helping as you were very impatiently waiting for the performance.

Or more less him.

You know it sounds crazy a young girl having a crush on a boy band member.

Typical.

But there was just something about him. He was so captivating. He had you completely sucked in so far to the point he was the only member you really noticed out of all of them. Of course, you knew of the other members: Jay on guitar, sunghoon on bass, and Jake on drums.

But heeseung, the lead vocalist ha, had a spell on you that you just couldn’t shake.

Not to say you even wanted to.

When he was on stage, it was like he was meant to be there, a star shining so much brighter than the others. His enjoyment of performing, his charisma, and the way he took control of the crowd and the stage while looking effortlessly cool and handsome was utterly mesmerizing to you.

His looks were a big plus. His messy black hair made you want to run your fingers through it. His body was slim yet muscled, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about tracing his lean biceps with your fingertips.

That was just the tip of the iceberg, the way he’d stick his tongue out and the unnecessary rolls of his pelvis area while he sang a song that did not require such movements, but it was so uniquely him and equally satisfying to watch, and you can’t believe that not even five minutes from now you’d be seeing all that up this close.

Your camera was already ready, waiting for them to step from behind the curtains.

As they took the stage, the crowd erupted. It was almost a blur, the music loud and ringing in your ears, people, including you, singing along and enjoying yourselves to the opening song.

Your eyes were practically glued to him the whole time, completely mesmerized by him, the sweat rolling down his Adam’s Apple, the way his tank top clung to his hot, sweaty skin made you bite your lip, and if you weren’t already going insane when he made eye contact with you you absolutely lost it screaming your lungs out your hands reaching for him on stage along with many other fan girls he smirked at you and came closer clasping his hand with yours as he sang effortlessly while interacting with you.

It was only a moment, but it felt like your heart stopped, and it was only you and him at that moment.

The instant he let go, you wanted him to hold your hand again.

Many tracks played after that. The song they were currently performing was nearing its end, and heeseung did his signature jumping down from the stage and running through the crowd to high-five all the people in the middle row.

You watched with envy, wishing you had bought one of those seats instead, but nevertheless, you still enjoyed watching his fan interactions. He was always the best at them.

When it came to the slower songs, you were immersed, staring into his eyes, his angel-like voice hitting your ears in the sweetest tone you’ve ever heard, even better than listening with headphones.

If anyone were to look at you right now, they’d think you were in love with the way your eyes sparkled as you stared at the lead singer with admiration and adoration.

And the somebody looking at you was the man himself, his eyes boring into your own, and you couldn’t care less about the ticket price you’d pay double just to have this experience again as you made eye contact with the person you only ever admired through the screen.

He was so perfect, and you hoped the soft smile playing on your lips conveyed that.

His eyes shifted away from you, but yours never did. They stayed stuck on him until the show was coming to its close, and they went backstage to prepare for the last song.

“Which one are you picking?” Sunghoon spoke up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a white towel

“Front row third to the left is definitely mine,” heeseung replied after gulping down a bottle of ice-cold water, his other hand occupied with a pre-roll.

“Can’t you go two seconds without getting high?” Jay shook his head disapprovingly of his friend, who smoked way too often.

“No,” heeseung replied carelessly, blowing the smoke into his friend's face.

“Anyways, I was gonna pick her,” Jay sulks, toying with the tuner on his guitar.

“Too late. Besides, you know I always get first pick,” heeseung says while taking another hit.

This has been a routine for them. They’d always pick a girl in the crowd, heeseung being the leader, had the first say and then the rest, but by the end of the night, they had all picked a girl to sleep with, if not two.

What can they say? It’s the perks of being a rockstar.

“I don’t pick. I just look in the crowd and point,” Jake chuckles as heeseung passes him the joint.

“We all know you stick your dick in anything,” Sunghoon chimes in.

“Shit, they’re all pretty and hot with a pussy I can bury my dick into. Why would I care?” Jake whistles, twirling his drumstick between his slender fingers that his fans had gone crazy over a million times.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” heeseung announced, cutting off the banter after wiping the sweat off his face and neck.

“That desperate to get your dick wet?” Jay teased with a quirked brow.

“For once, you’re actually right. My shit is hard right now just thinking about it,” he laughed, gripping the front of his jeans provocatively.

Jake quickly takes a final hit, and the others gather, forming a small circle, quickly putting on their serious faces and doing a team chant before going on stage for the last song of the night.

When they came back on stage, the crowd cheered loudly, already knowing what song they were performing.

It was one of their more mature songs. Well, all of their songs were pretty out there, but they were known for this performance and the explicit things they did on stage.

Like Jay fingering his guitar, Sung Hoon licking up the neck of his bass, Jake turning his drumsticks to a v shape and licking between them.

Last but not least, heeseung did seemingly everything in his power to captivate everyone in the audience and bring out their wildest fantasies.

From lifting up his tank top to holding the mic between his legs during the guitar solo, stroking the instrument with his dominant hand with the most innocent look on his face, all while acting like he wasn’t pretending it was his erect phallus.

You almost lost your mind seeing him doing it so up close you could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach and an all too familiar feeling between your legs.

Familiar cause you had touched yourself to that scene over the screen over and over, your walls clenching as you came wishing he was really stroking his cock in front of you instead of that stupid mic and in front of thousands of fans.

But that’s beside the point here. This was by far the best concert you’ve ever been to. No amount of money could compare to this performance. It was everything you could have asked for and so much more.

When the show ended and the lights went out, all your excitement was replaced with nerves once again because you had the VIP pass, which meant meeting the members backstage.

The line was short, which made it all the worse, but when it was finally your turn, you called yourself and greeted the members, bowing to each of them respectfully, and you went into the center to take a picture with them. Luckily, you were the last person to go up, which meant you got to share a few words with them, mainly just thanking them for coming to your city and how you loved the show and you hoped for them to come back again soon.

Heeseung gave the other members a knowing look unbeknownst to you, and they started to distance themselves, and so did you, ready to leave the venue, but someone caught your wrist, causing you to gasp as you turned around and were face to face with none other than heeseung himself before you were playing it cool and calm like you didn’t scream out your lungs for him during the show but now that you’re face to face you couldn’t help but feel nervous and shy especially with his hand on you.

“Thank you for coming. Glad you enjoyed the show, Angel” he shamelessly eyed up and down, licking his lips at the sight of your exposed cleavage, feeling the blood rush straight to his cock, the adrenaline from the show still very much alive, and your reaction to him boosting his confidence and ego by a million.

“I- you’re welcome,” you stutter, not knowing what to say. With him being so close, you could smell his Prada cologne invading your senses.

The scent is easy to detect since you bought the kind he wore and spritzed it on your pillows before bed.

“Since I’m so grateful you came, why don’t you let me thank you in private?” The hand on your arm moves to your chest, his palm lying flat on your left breast. The action was so bold, yet he knew you wouldn’t tell him off because judging by the way you were staring at him all night, giving him your best fuck me eyes, he could only assume you were down to fuck with him.

And you prove him to be right.

Your breath hitches as you feel him lightly squeeze your left breast. “Heeseung,” you whimper his name quietly, and his cock twitched in his pants.

Perfect.

You looked around, eyes flashing to see who heard or who was watching, but there was suddenly no one there, no security, no cameras, no members, just you and him.

“Focus on me,” he says lowly. “No one else is here, just you and me.” he strokes your cheek gently. “What do you say, hmm? Come back to the RV with me. I’ll give you a little tour,” he says with a lazy smile.

Nodding your head, almost in a trance-like state, you accept his offer, not even thinking about it more than once.

It was heeseung you’d let him do anything he wanted to you.

“Follow me.” he bends down briefly and kisses you on the cheek, and with that single kiss alone, you’ve fallen for him.

All the fans had left long ago, and you two easily left out the back, going straight into the touring RV where the rest of his bandmates were.

They all smiled at you, knowing what was about to go down, and you lowered your head embarrassingly, not expecting them to be there.

As embarrassing as it was, you couldn’t say no to heeseung the man you dreamed about day in day out.

Hell, this whole experience was unexpected, but when he took you back to his little room near the back and forced you against the wall impatiently, his lips pressing against yours hungrily was when it all became real.

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February 12, 2025 

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

FEB 13

Yesterday afternoon, in a bizarre performance, President Donald Trump hosted reporters in the Oval Office, the formal working space of the President of the United States. As Trump sat quietly behind the Resolute Desk, a gift from Queen Victoria to the United States as a symbol of international friendship, billionaire Elon Musk held center stage. Musk talked to the reporters, wearing a jacket over a T-shirt, and a “Make America Great Again” ball cap—a likely violation of the Hatch Act, which Trump’s people routinely ignore—while his young son X wandered around the room, at one point exchanging a look with a downcast Trump that observers immediately captioned: “You’re sitting in my daddy’s chair.”

The event was Trump signing another executive order, this one essentially putting Musk’s “Department of Government Efficiency” (DOGE) in charge of the U.S. government. The executive order, titled “Implementing The President’s ‘Department of Government Efficiency’ Workforce Optimization Initiative,” provides for an operative from DOGE to be assigned to every agency, where that operative will be in charge of all hiring and firing. It also puts downsizing in DOGE’s hands and establishes that only one new employee can be hired to replace four who leave.

Josh Marshall of Talking Points Memo noted that these operatives report to Musk, who is “clearly operating here as an independent actor whose actions the President blesses after he’s found out what’s happened. This is a parallel overlaying of authority over the entire structure of the U.S. government.”

Trump said that Musk had found “billions and billions of dollars in waste, fraud and abuse,” but in fact they have produced no evidence of such waste. Today Representative Jared Moskowitz (D-FL) said Congress has had no information from Musk or DOGE, and when asked to produce evidence of fraud, White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt simply listed things that seemed to be “against the president’s policies and his America-first agenda.”

As both the New York Times and the Washington Post reported today, the big winner from all the cuts to the government has been Musk himself, who has eliminated the agencies that were scrutinizing his businesses.

On the floor of Congress today, Moskowitz pointed out that Musk’s claims to have uncovered waste, fraud, and abuse present a problem for Congress. Led by House speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA), the Republicans have not yet managed to fund the government for 2025, but rather than trying to pass the 12 appropriations bills necessary before the March 14 deadline for a government shutdown, Johnson is hoping to pass a continuing resolution that will extend funding as a comprehensive package. Moskowitz pointed out that if, in fact, the government is full of waste, fraud, and abuse, Congress should debate each appropriations bill in detail rather than use a continuing resolution that would perpetuate what the Republicans say is billions of dollars of waste, fraud, and abuse.

Long gone is any pretense that the administration will work to lower prices for ordinary Americans. The Consumer Price Index report out today from the Bureau of Labor Statistics shows that inflation surged in January, gaining a half a point as the cost of gas, rents, and groceries went up. Egg prices rose 15.2%. On Monday, Trump levied a 25% tariff on steel and aluminum, raising concerns that prices for cars and trucks, as well as appliances and rebar for construction, will also rise.

Today Senator Mitch McConnell (R-KY) published an op-ed in the Louisville Courier Journal warning that “Kentuckians can’t afford the high cost of Trump’s tariffs,” which could cost the average Kentucky resident $1,200 a year. “[P]reserving the long-term prosperity of American industry and workers requires working with our allies, not against them,” McConnell wrote, and he called for “strengthen[ing] our friendships abroad.”

Trump responded to today’s report by posting on social media: “BIDEN INFLATION UP!”

The Republicans submitted their budget resolution for funding the government today. It called for cuts of $2 trillion to mandatory spending, a category that includes Social Security and Medicare. Two Republican lawmakers told Meredith Lee Hill of Politico that Republicans expect to cut food aid for more than 40 million low-income Americans; Hill’s colleague Grace Yarrow reports the House Agriculture Committee is eyeing about $150 billion in cuts to supplemental nutrition programs. The proposal also calls for $4.5 trillion in tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations and an increase of $4 trillion in the debt ceiling.

Today saw a landmark shift in the foreign policy of the United States. Since World War II, the U.S. has stood behind the international organizations that worked to stabilize the globe by creating spaces for countries to work out their differences without resorting to war. Among the principles of those organizations was that bigger countries couldn’t simply take over other, smaller countries, and one of the ways countries enforced that principle was through the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO), the collective security agreement in which signatories agreed that an attack on one would be an attack on all.

In 2016, Trump’s people weakened the U.S. stance against Russia’s incursions on Ukraine by softening the language of that year’s Republican platform, and Russia worked to help Trump get elected, apparently because Putin believed Trump would look the other way as Russia took not only Ukraine's Crimea but also significant territory in eastern Ukraine. Then, in his first term in office, Trump often took Putin’s side and threatened to take the U.S. out of NATO.

President Joe Biden and Secretary of State Antony Blinken worked hard to strengthen NATO and pulled together a strong coalition to back Ukraine when Russia launched a full-scale invasion in 2022. But when he took office just three weeks ago, Trump alarmed observers by suddenly talking about taking over other countries like Panama and Canada, and Denmark’s territory of Greenland. Such moves would directly undermine the post–World War II international organizations the U.S. has always championed. They would destroy NATO and the North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD), a joint U.S.-Canadian organization that protects North America from aerospace threats, and would also rip apart the Five Eyes intelligence alliance that has joined Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom, and the United States since World War II.

Today it appears Trump is making good on this threat to turn away from the longstanding policy of the U.S. and toward the foreign policy advocated by Russian president Vladimir Putin.

Trump has been talking about demanding $500 billion worth of Ukraine’s mineral resources in exchange for continued U.S. support, but today, at the Ukraine Defense Contact Group, a group put together under Biden to coordinate assistance to Ukraine, Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth suggested a new U.S. position. Hegseth echoed Putin’s demands, saying that “returning to Ukraine’s pre-2014 borders is an unrealistic objective” and that the U.S. will not support NATO membership for Ukraine, thus giving up two key issues without apparently getting anything in return. He said that Europe must take over assistance for Ukraine as the U.S. focuses on its own borders. He wanted, he said, to “directly and unambiguously express that stark strategic realities prevent the United States of America from being primarily focused on the security of Europe.”

Trump’s social media account—it did not sound like his own words—posted today that he “just had a lengthy and highly productive phone call with President Vladimir Putin of Russia…. We agreed to work together, very closely, including visiting each other’s Nations,” thus offering a White House visit to Putin, who has been isolated from other nations since his attacks on Ukraine. And, the post said, they had agreed to start negotiations over Ukraine, although it also specified they had not included Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelensky, in their talk. The post said that Trump “feel[s] strongly, [the talks] will be successful.”

The Russian government’s readout of the call added that “bilateral economic relations between Russia and the United States were also brought up during the conversation,” language that almost certainly means Putin wants Trump to lift the economic sanctions imposed after Russia invaded Ukraine that have wreaked havoc on the Russian economy.

The Trump administration also swapped U.S. teacher Marc Fogel for Alexander Vinnik, a kingpin of Russian cybercrime who operated one of the world’s largest currency exchanges, facilitating drug trafficking, ransomware, and money laundering. When announcing Fogel’s release, Trump was asked if Russia had given anything in exchange. He answered: “Not much, no. They were very nice. We were treated very nicely by Russia, actually." Russia refused to include Fogel, who was wrongfully detained in 2021, in the large prisoner swap of June 2024.

Today, the Senate approved Tulsi Gabbard, who has often made comments sympathetic to Russia and who has defended former Syrian leader Bashar al-Assad, who fled to Russia after the Syrian people ousted him, as the U.S. director of national intelligence. All Democrats voted against Gabbard and all Republicans voted in favor of her, with the important exception of Senator Mitch McConnell, who said: “The ODNI wields significant authority over how the intelligence community allocates its resources, conducts its collection and analysis, and manages the classification and declassification of our nation’s most sensitive secrets. In my assessment, Tulsi Gabbard failed to demonstrate that she is prepared to assume this tremendous national trust.”

Tonight, France, Germany, Poland, Italy, Spain, and the United Kingdom released a joint statement vowing to protect Ukraine’s sovereignty and making it clear that “Ukraine and Europe must be part of any negotiations.”

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Howard's Car Headcanons – The Jaguar and the Man Behind the Wheel

Howard’s Jaguar wasn’t just a car—it was an extension of himself. Sleek, elegant, and impeccably maintained, the black Jaguar XJ spoke to Howard’s appreciation for the finer things in life. He had purchased it after securing his partnership at HHM, a reward to himself for all the long hours and sacrifices he’d made. The car was a statement: sophisticated, polished, and with just enough power under the hood to make it exciting.

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Why the Jaguar?

The Jaguar XJ had always appealed to Howard for its combination of luxury and performance. It wasn’t as ostentatious as a Ferrari or as ubiquitous as a Mercedes; the Jaguar had a certain understated class to it, something Howard deeply resonated with. He liked the way it handled—smooth, with a bit of bite when he pressed down on the accelerator. It was a car that reflected his personality: refined and composed on the surface, but with an underlying intensity that could surprise you.

The sleek black exterior was always kept immaculate, gleaming as if it had just rolled off the showroom floor. Howard was fastidious about cleanliness, and his car was no exception. He often took it for a detailing session on weekends, ensuring that the leather interior remained pristine and the wood paneling gleamed under the sun.

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Inside the Car – The Details

Inside the Jaguar, everything was organized down to the last detail, much like Howard’s life. The leather seats were always conditioned, the smell of polished wood and a faint trace of cologne lingered in the air. In the glove compartment, you’d find a few essentials—his designer sunglasses in a leather case, an extra set of cufflinks (just in case), a pristine leather-bound notepad, and a Montblanc pen. There was a sleek umbrella neatly tucked into the backseat pocket, though rarely used, and a copy of the latest issue of *The Economist* or *Forbes* in the door pocket, ready to flip through during any downtime.

In the trunk, there was a small emergency kit, but nothing excessive. Howard liked to be prepared, but he didn’t clutter his space. There was also a neatly packed gym bag, complete with a change of clothes, because despite his busy schedule, Howard tried to fit in workouts whenever he could—be it tennis, golf, or a quick run at the country club.

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Music – The Soundtrack of Howard's Drives

Music was a particular pleasure for Howard, but like everything else in his life, it was carefully curated. When he drove, especially on longer stretches of road, he gravitated toward jazz—something about the smooth saxophones and rhythmic piano made him feel at ease, particularly after a stressful day at the firm. Artists like Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Stan Getz were frequent staples on his playlist.

On other days, especially after closing a major deal or winning a big case, Howard liked to indulge in a bit of Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennett. There was something about those classic crooners that resonated with him—the effortless class, the confidence. "Fly Me to the Moon" and "The Best Is Yet to Come" were often blaring through the speakers as he zipped through Albuquerque, the volume turned up just enough for him to lose himself in the music but not so loud as to draw attention.

The car’s sound system was state-of-the-art, of course, installed shortly after he bought the Jaguar. Howard appreciated good sound quality, and nothing less than perfection would do. He liked his music crisp, with deep bass notes and clear highs, enveloping him in the rich tones of whatever was playing.

On rare occasions, if Howard was in a particularly nostalgic mood, he would play some old rock—The Rolling Stones or Fleetwood Mac. He wouldn’t admit it often, but there was a side of him that still appreciated the rebellious spirit of rock music, though it wasn’t something he indulged in regularly. These tracks reminded him of his younger days, before the pressures of being a partner at HHM, when life was a little looser, a little less defined by expectation.

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The Way He Drives

Howard’s driving style was much like his demeanor: smooth, controlled, and deliberate. He wasn’t one for speeding—unless the road stretched out ahead of him, empty and inviting, and then he might push the accelerator just a little harder, feeling the power of the car beneath him. But even then, there was precision to the way he handled the wheel, never reckless, always in control.

Driving was a way for Howard to decompress. When the firm’s pressure weighed heavily on him or the complicated dynamics with Jimmy and Chuck got too much, a drive through the open roads surrounding Albuquerque provided the perfect escape. He rarely took calls during these drives, preferring to disconnect and let the motion of the road clear his head.

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Other Details – The Little Things

Howard’s attention to detail extended to the smaller aspects of the car, too. The air freshener was a subtle, woodsy scent—not overpowering but enough to give the interior a fresh, inviting atmosphere. He always had a bottle of mineral water tucked into the cup holder, usually untouched but there for whenever he needed it.

The GPS was programmed with his most frequent destinations—HHM, the country club, and Emilia’s place—but he knew most routes by heart. He liked to think that navigating Albuquerque’s streets was second nature to him, a reflection of the many years he’d spent mastering the legal landscape of the city.

Even the radio presets were methodically chosen—jazz stations, talk radio, and a classical station he enjoyed on particularly slow days when he needed to center himself before a big meeting.

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Howard’s Jaguar was more than just a vehicle—it was a sanctuary, a reflection of his tastes, his precision, and the man he wanted the world to see. And, in those rare, quiet moments when it was just him and the open road, it became a space where he could let go of the expectations and pressures, if only for a little while.

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BBQ and Call Signs

5:45 PM – Domestic Ops: Seresin HQ

The Seresin backyard was alive with the smell of smoked ribs, grilled corn, and baked mac n’ cheese. A soft ocean breeze carried the scent through the air as the early evening sun painted the sky in copper and rose. The lawn was freshly mowed, the kiddie pool half-full and already scattered with floating fighter jet toys.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin manned the grill like it was his last flight op—tong flipping ribs, eyes scanning for flare-ups, and a beer sweating on the patio table beside him. His Navy ball cap was turned backward, and a smear of BBQ sauce marked the front of his "Top Dad" apron.

From inside, Claire Wallace-Seresin shouted through the screen door, flour dusted on her nose, Leo on her hip.

“Babe, don’t burn those ribs. You’re showing off tonight, remember?”

“Showing off? I’m letting the meat perform under pressure,” Jake replied, giving a lazy salute.

Maci, five years old and full of afterburner energy, sprinted past him in her favorite aviator dress — pink, with sparkly patches and a cardboard "call sign" badge that read Princess Thunderstrike. She zoomed across the grass with a toy jet, yelled “Missile lock!” and cannonballed straight into the kiddie pool.

“No running near the grill!” Claire barked, half-laughing.

Jake shook his head. “Definitely your kid.”

Claire smirked. “She still landed closer to the cone than you did that one time.”

6:10 PM – Touchdown: Dagger Squad

The first car rolled up the drive, and Maci popped her wet head up from the kiddie pool, water dripping off her braid.

“Uncle Javy’s here!” she squealed.

Javy “Coyote” Machado climbed out of his truck, arms full of beer, banana pudding, and a Nerf football tucked under one arm.

“Permission to enter the Danger Zone?” he called.

Maci bolted across the grass and launched herself into his arms, soaking him immediately.

“Whoa!” he laughed, catching her easily. “You been growing just to outrun me?”

“I’m five and a half now. That means I can stay up way past bedtime.”

“You negotiating with me already? You are Hangman’s kid.”

Next came Phoenix and Bob, walking up the path with matching warm smiles and a box of toddler-safe sparklers in hand.

“Wine and sugar,” Phoenix said to Claire, handing over their peace offerings. “For you and your tiny chaos agents.”

Claire grinned, shifting Leo to her other hip. “You’re earning points before the chaos begins.”

Bob leaned down as Leo toddled over, one hand gripping Phoenix’s pant leg, the other covered in biscuit dough from the kitchen. He looked up at Bob with big green eyes and offered him the soggy edge of a teething cracker.

Bob blinked. “He’s trying to share. That’s so… trusting.”

Claire wiped Leo’s face. “Or he just thinks your face looks like a snack.”

Fanboy and Payback rolled in next, arms loaded with potato salad, extra buns, and a Bluetooth speaker already blaring Danger Zone, only to quickly switch into Shania Twain’s Man! I Feel Like a Woman when Fanboy pressed the wrong button.

“Nice playlist transition, Lieutenant,” Jake deadpanned.

6:30 PM – Enter: Maverick

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell didn’t knock. He simply appeared in the backyard like a legend returning from the sky. Worn jeans, aviators, and that quiet, knowing smile.

“Seresin,” he said. “Looks like domestic life didn’t clip your wings.”

Jake clapped his shoulder. “Turns out I like predictable turbulence.”

Claire appeared at Jake’s side, Leo back on her hip.

“You must be Maverick. Heard a lot about you. All good. Mostly.”

“And you’re Claire. Good to see you somewhere other than the Hard Deck.”

She laughed, eyes warm. “This is where the real flying happens.”

7:00 PM – Operation: Feed Everyone

Dinner was served buffet-style on the back patio. The adults piled their plates high. The kids had their own little table with cut-up ribs, watermelon slices, and juice boxes.

Maci, ever the commanding officer, insisted on sitting between Phoenix and Bob.

“I’m working on base defense plans,” she whispered, gesturing at the jet hangar made from pool noodles and a beach umbrella. “If we don’t have strategy, the baby will eat the blueprints.”

Phoenix leaned in. “You mean Leo?”

“Yes. He’s adorable but dangerous.”

Bob nodded solemnly. “We’ll reinforce the perimeter.”

Meanwhile, Payback somehow got roped into toddler duty after Leo climbed into his lap mid-meal, sticky fingers clutching a rib bone.

“He’s got a grip like a wrench!” Payback said.

“That’s the fighter pilot gene,” Jake added proudly. “Grip strength and no sense of fear.”

Fanboy helped Maci test out her “emergency jet slide” (a.k.a. the kiddie pool), fully soaking himself and claiming it was “part of the mission.”

8:45 PM – Firelight Briefing

As the sun dipped behind the horizon and the fire pit crackled, Claire handed out sparklers to the kids. Maci zoomed in loops around the lawn, shrieking “Afterburner engaged!” while Coyote watched like a proud wingman.

Leo was wide awake again, marshmallow-sticky and holding court from Phoenix’s lap, babbling and waving his sparkler like a glow stick at a concert.

Claire, sitting beside Jake under a soft throw blanket, sipped a hard cider and watched it all unfold.

“So… this is total chaos.”

“This,” Jake said, wrapping an arm around her, “is what grounding looks like.”

“You’re kind of good at this,” she murmured.

“Fatherhood? Or ribs?”

“Both. But don’t let it go to your head.”

9:30 PM – Final Toasts

Maverick stood, beer in hand.

“It’s not often you get to meet the real wingmen in someone’s life. Claire, Maci, Leo… you’re the ones who brought Jake back to earth — and made him better in the air too.”

Coyote raised his glass next. “To the Seresins. To ‘Princess Thunderstrike’ and ‘Commander Stickyhands.’ And to the man who used to say he didn’t need anyone — and now has everyone that matters.”

Laughter echoed. Glasses clinked. Maci clapped even though she didn’t fully understand the toast — she just liked the attention.

10:00 PM – Lights Out, Hearts Full

The Dagger Squad slowly trickled out, leaving behind empty plates, extinguished sparklers, and the sweet scent of smoke and sugar.

Maci was asleep in Bob’s arms when Claire came to collect her, murmuring something about “jet engines and unicorns.” Leo had passed out against Jake’s chest, one fist tangled in his dad’s shirt.

Phoenix turned to Claire before leaving. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Claire smiled. “Takes a squad.”

“And you’ve got one now,” Maverick said. “Whether you like it or not.”

“I like it,” Jake said, quietly. “I like it a lot.”

As the last car pulled away, Jake and Claire stood together under the stars, kids in bed, the night still humming with laughter.

In the silence that followed, Claire leaned her head on Jake’s shoulder and whispered, “Think they’ll come back?”

Jake wrapped his arm around her. “They’re pilots, babe. You think they’d pass up another mission like this?”

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[mjonthetrack]

Chapter 47: The Seventh Angel

The Fatu twins had pulled up together, freshly cut, iced out, dressed like they knew the cameras were watching. Sefa was already making jokes in the car, but even Jey was quiet for once—mostly curious why the invite had been so vague.

Jimmy just smirked. “She ain’t say much. Just told me to be here. And wear something I look good in.”

“Which is basically everything,” Sefa muttered, adjusting his watch.

Jey raised a brow. “So you don’t know what this is?”

Jimmy shook his head. “All I know is… if she’s involved? It’s about to be fire.”

They were escorted through dark velvet ropes and past flashing cameras, guided to second-row center seats in a dim, moody room with the richest energy. Something was definitely brewing. Celebs were filling in, and the security? Tight. VIP faces from music, sports, fashion—everybody was in the building.

Sefa leaned in. “Aight, I take it back. This already feel big.”

Then—

Everything went black.

A beat.

Then—boom.

PYRO.

Flames shot across the stage as the first note of Drake’s “Nonstop” hit the speakers, the bass so heavy it shook the floors. The crowd erupted, wild and chaotic. Spotlights hit the runway, now glowing in black crystal.

Drake. Live. On stage.

“I just flipped a switch—(flip flip)”

Models started strutting out like goddesses.

Chanté, who had shown up last minute in a velvet dress, gasped. “Wait—this is a Victoria’s Secret crossover runway??”

Sefa’s mouth dropped open. “Yo, WHAT is this show?!”

Jey leaned forward. “Bruh…”

And Jimmy? Already on edge. Something about the way the stage was set, the tension in the room—he felt it coming.

And then it happened.

The lights cut. Spotlights flare. A deep red hue hits the air.

Drake, rapping live: “Can’t nobody tell me nothin’, got a second chance to stunt—”

Then out walks the SEVENTH MODEL.

The crowd lost its mind.

Jimmy’s jaw clenched. His chest actually tightened.

It was Kami.

And not just “on the runway.” She came dominating it. A damn walking event.

She was draped in a custom, black diamond-studded corset, sheer wings fanned out behind her dipped in red chrome—clearly inspired by the Fatu jersey colorway. Thigh-high mesh. Custom heels wrapped up her toned legs. And the piece that shut everything down? A black silk garter on her left thigh with “Fatu” in tiny diamonds.

Jey gripped Jimmy’s arm. “AYO—”

Sefa stood up out his seat. “NAH. NAHHH. She did NOT just do that.”

Chanté’s whole mouth was open. “That girl walked out like she was the reveal.”

The crowd screamed. Pyro flared again. Drake stepped forward, rapping right behind her as she paused at the end of the runway.

She looked right at Jimmy.

He felt it in his chest. Like a challenge. Like a promise.

He couldn’t even play it cool.

“She knew I was gon’ be here,” Jimmy muttered.

And she did.

Cameras flashed. Angles were snatched. Paparazzi outside were already foaming at the mouth. The girl had just pulled off the VS runway, a Drake performance, and the hardest soft launch in Fatu history without even saying his name.

And then—just when they thought it was over—she turned around, and her wings flicked up just enough to reveal a stitched 00 in red thread at the base of the corset. His number.

Jimmy stood there stunned, breath shallow, clenching his fists like he needed to fight the urge to storm the runway and claim her in front of the whole world.

The whole place was shook.

Socials? Dead.

@HypeFem: “KAMI??? VS runway??? DRAKE LIVE??? This gotta be the greatest soft launch of all time.”

@TheFashionBible: “Did Kami just walk out with a Drake soundtrack, Fatu references stitched into her fit, and make second row sweat?? Iconic.”

@NBA4ever: “Jimmy Fatu watching his girl shut down an entire show like: [insert gif of someone catching the Holy Ghost]”

Backstage? Kami grinned as she unhooked her wings.

She knew exactly what she’d done.

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Chapter 48: Certified Legends Only

The runway lights hadn’t even cooled off yet when the whispers started. The seventh angel had set fire to the internet and the airwaves in under twenty minutes. Nobody could shut up about it.

But the real ones? The inner circle? They weren’t going home.

A black fleet of luxury SUVs pulled up to the curb outside the venue, tinted windows, elite-level security opening the doors with sharp nods. The chosen few—Fatus, Chanté, Drake’s crew, and the bombshell models—were swiftly ushered into the night like royalty.

Where to?

The flyest club in Miami.

A place that normally took months to get in—shut down for this exact moment. No lines. No photographers. No randoms. Just legends, bottles, bass, and vibes.

Inside, the room was already glowing.

Champagne poured like water. Neon lights flickered to the beat. The DJ booth shimmered until the crowd roared—

Drake stepped on stage. Again.

“Kiki, do you love me…”

“In My Feelings” LIVE.

The club exploded.

And the Angels? Cutting up. No more wings. No more heels. They were barefoot, carefree, and reckless with it—twerking in tiny designer fits, dripping diamonds, swaying on couches like the world belonged to them. Because tonight? It did.

Kami was centerstage in a sheer, black Fatu-modified jersey cut like sin, leaning on Sefa’s shoulder, hair bouncing, laughing like she owned the place. Red bottoms swapped out for barefoot freedom, champagne glass in one hand, her other arm slung around Chanté as they hyped each other up.

Jey couldn’t stop shaking his head. “This what we doing now? We in peak villain girl era huh?”

Sefa grinned. “Bruh. She walked out like a damn angel and came back like the devil. Jimmy’s finished.”

Jimmy?

Jimmy was seated in a private VIP booth, one arm draped over the back of the plush couch, grillz glinting under the club lights, a drink in hand—locked in on her every move.

She looked back at him once, from across the club.

Slow, sultry.

And he stood the hell up.

A few whispers floated around the room—“That’s him,” “Jimmy Fatu,” “the Miami Heat twin,” “Kami’s date,” “the black jersey number 00…”

He made his way through the crowd—unbothered, cocky, the kinda man who knew he had every right to approach the finest woman in the building like she was already his.

Because she was.

He slid up behind her, hand low on her waist, whispering something in her ear that made her lip twitch, eyes flicker, and body sway closer. She laughed again—this time slower, deeper. Then turned to face him fully, arms looping around his neck as the beat dropped.

“Are you riding? Say you’ll never ever leave from beside me…”

They danced slow. Real slow.

The kind of slow that got phones pulled out and mouths covered.

The kind of slow that had Chanté yelling over the music, “Oh my God, y’all got kids in here??”

By the time Drake saluted them from the mic, flashing a grin and toasting his glass—the internet was already in flames.

@TheShadyRoom: “Not Kami and Jimmy dancing like that at the club after she bodied a whole VS show?? Oh she got that boy in a CHOKEHOLD.”

@InstaHotNews: “Drake, VS Angels, club shutdown, and Fatu?? Yeah Kami & Jimmy officially entering their IT era.”

@GirlsLuvChaos: “Can we talk about Jimmy in the booth watching her like a HUSBAND while she danced barefoot in his jersey??”

One thing was clear by the end of the night:

This wasn’t a situationship. This was a STORM.

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Chapter 49: Smoke, Silk, and Stares

The night wasn't over—not even close.

As the chaos from the club faded into camera flashes and city noise, Kami had one last surprise tucked in the silk folds of her Versace.

A fleet of blacked-out cars slid down into a hidden Miami alleyway, guided by a coded iron gate. The destination? An ultra-exclusive Brazilian lounge—dimly lit, velvet-lined, hookah smoke curling through the air like silk, and a private back room glowing golden under soft lights.

It was sexy. Intimate. Decadent.

The room was already prepared when they arrived—custom hookahs on every table, bottles pre-selected by her, soft samba-infused beats humming low in the background.

Jey and Sefa kicked back immediately, nodding in approval.

Chanté twirled in a mirror-lined wall, tugging at her curls. “Okay big money vibes,” she laughed, “I see you, Miss Secret Victoria and shit!”

Kami finally joined them after slipping into something more lounge-appropriate—still stunning, still ethereal. A silky two-piece that looked painted onto her, gold ankle bracelet glinting under the mood lighting.

She slid into the space like it belonged to her, and it did.

Grinning. Confident. Glowing.

“Thank y’all for coming,” she said, voice syrupy smooth. “I wanted to do something...chill. Private. Just us. What y’all think?”

Sefa clapped once, eyes gleaming. “This some ‘we rich and unbothered’ type shit. I love it.”

Jey lifted his glass. “It’s giving elite. Like, I feel like I shouldn’t even be breathing the same air.”

They laughed. But Jimmy?

Jimmy didn’t say a word. Just leaned back in his booth seat, legs spread, watching her.

And when she passed near—he didn’t let her keep going.

A firm hand reached out, tugged her down—right into his lap.

The room went still for a second.

Kami didn’t even blink.

She just settled in, crossed her legs, leaned back into him like she’d belonged there all her life. He reached for the hookah beside him, pulled smooth, then passed it to her.

She took it without hesitation, exhaled slow. Smoke curled around her jawline, highlighting the smirk on her lips.

“Comfortable?” Jimmy murmured low, eyes on her mouth.

“Very,” she replied, passing the hookah back. “You?”

“Been comfortable since you showed up.”

The others pretended not to watch, but everybody in that room felt the heat between them.

That wasn’t casual. That wasn’t friendly. That was demon time.

And Kami?

She was loving every second of it. Grinning from ear to ear, ego sky high.

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Chapter 50: “Daddy Fatu” & the Diamonds That Screamed

The Brazilian lounge was all vibes—dim lighting, slow burn incense, sultry R&B flowing beneath the bass of the DJ’s switch-ups. Everyone was reclined deep in luxe booths, smoke curling from the hookah tips and laughter bubbling up from the Fatu siblings and their favorite newly-rebranded villainess, Kami.

It was the first time they’d all gotten to just breathe—no cameras, no flashing lights, no stages or carpet. Just family, food, and fire drinks in the flyest lounge in Miami. Jimmy had her perched in his lap like she belonged there, no questions asked, passing her the hookah and sipping neat liquor from a lowball glass. Sefa and Jey were still buzzing from the VS show, voices animated. And then there was Chanté—Jimmy, Jey, and Sefa’s sister, Kami’s bestie—fresh back from her honeymoon, looking just as shocked and impressed as anyone else at her girl’s reign over the last few days.

“You just… walked out like that? Drake performing and all?” Chanté leaned over, fanning herself. “Girl, the way everyone gagged…”

Kami didn’t say much. Just smiled. Like she’d planned every single scream on the internet.

But now, she was about to add the final stroke.

“Alright,” Kami said, standing up smooth, confidence on a hundred. “So, I’ve been thinking…”

That got everyone’s attention.

She reached behind the velvet booth, pulling out a sleek black duffel. Sefa leaned forward. Jey raised a brow. Jimmy tilted his head like, what is she up to now?

“…Y’all welcomed me back home. Made this whole return feel… not just real, but right,” Kami said, looking around at each one of them. “And I don’t take that lightly. So—I got y’all something.”

She dropped four matte black boxes on the table. Everyone froze. Chanté blinked. “Oh, this dramatic…”

Kami chuckled. “Shut up and open it.”

One by one, they flipped their lids.

Rolex watches. All custom. All stupidly luxurious. Diamond-studded bezels, sleek bands, engraved backs with personal touches only someone close would know.

Jey’s had “OG Bloodline” in slick script. Sefa’s said “Run It Up. Always.” Chanté’s was iced and engraved with “Don’t Try Me Twice.” She screamed. But Jimmy’s?

Jimmy opened his slower, his thumb hovering like he already knew she’d done something outrageous.

The diamonds hit first—clean, flawless. But then… right there, subtle but bold once you knew where to look, nestled in the band like a whisper between lovers—

“Daddy Fatu.”

Jey choked on his drink.

Sefa full-on yelled, pointing. “AYO.”

Chanté covered her mouth in pure, stunned silence before busting out laughing. “Nawww, not Daddy Fatu!! You wild for that, Kami!”

Jimmy sat back, jaw tight, eyes bouncing between the box and Kami, who just smirked and leaned down close enough for only him to hear, “You earned that one.”

His grin hit slow but deep. She’d iced his wrist and stroked his ego in one shot.

He pulled the watch out of the box, fastening it like he’d been waiting his whole life to wear that title loud and proud. “You really called me Daddy in diamonds,” he muttered.

“You better wear it like a crown,” she shot back.

Chanté was filming them now, laughing through her phone. “Look at you! We can’t ever go anywhere lowkey again.”

Jimmy looked down at the band again, then at her. “Oh I’ma wear this. Just know—next gift, I’m matching the energy.”

Jey leaned back, still wheezing. “This man about to drop a bag on a ‘Mrs. Fatu’ iced-out Cuban or something…”

Kami just raised her glass. “Y’all deserve it. And I’m just getting started.”

Click. Flash. Post.

Because, of course, Chanté had caught the moment and uploaded it to her story already. Within minutes, blogs were reposting the clip:

@SpottedInMiami: “Kami, the VS angel and beauty CEO, gifting the Fatu siblings CUSTOM ROLEXES with ‘Daddy Fatu’ engraved on Jimmy’s?? This villain era is one for the books.”

@HoopsnHoney: “Jimmy Fatu wearing a ‘Daddy Fatu’ Rolex… I fear the grip is eternal.”

And the comment sections?

Chaos. Screams. Fan edits. #DaddyFatu trending.

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Chapter 51: “Motivation for the Madness”

The laughter was still echoing through the lounge, Sefa wheezing every few seconds like the Rolex reveal had personally taken him out. Jey was already plotting how he’d stunt with his the next morning, and Chanté was still showing off her icy wrist with the dramatic flair only she could pull off.

But Jimmy?

Jimmy hadn’t said much since he fastened that watch on his wrist.

Just that grin. Wolfish. Possessive. Like he’d just claimed something nobody else was touching.

So when the drinks refilled and the group started moving toward the next booth, Jimmy caught Kami’s wrist and tugged her back, just enough for it to feel intimate.

The room stayed buzzing—but their little corner? Quiet storm.

“You know what that was, right?” he asked, low, that smooth-ass tone dipping just for her. His fingers were brushing lazy against her palm now.

She tilted her chin, playing cool. “A thank you.”

“Nah, that was a claim,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “You put Daddy Fatu in diamonds. You branded me, baby.”

Kami’s smirk twitched, lips glossy and red as sin. “If the crown fits…”

Jimmy didn’t laugh. Didn’t blink.

Just leaned down, mouth ghosting her ear with heat and grit.

“After the semis, I’ma show this whole city what my version of demon time look like. You want motivation, Kami? You just gave me my damn reason.”

That made her blink. Heat licking the base of her neck.

She should’ve been used to this mouth by now—but that tone? That promise?

Her words slipped before she could check 'em.

“That’s motivation,” she muttered, breath catching just enough to give her away. “Go ahead and show the world what happens when Daddy Fatu turns up.”

His grin widened—slow, wicked. “Oh, I plan on making it unforgettable.”

She pulled back, brushing her thumb over his watch face, then down his chest. “Good. Now go entertain your fans before I drag you to the bathroom and give 'em another headline.”

Jimmy just chuckled dark, eyes roaming over her curves like he was already picturing it. “Say the word.”

Meanwhile, across the lounge…

Chanté slid up next to Kami the moment Jimmy was pulled by Sefa into another convo.

“Girl,” she whispered, eyes still wide. “That watch? Insanity. You engraved Daddy Fatu?! You trying to trap this man on purpose?”

Kami sipped her drink slow. “He been trapped. Just letting him know the role he playing.”

Chanté cackled. “The girls are gagging, the streets are crying, and I am obsessed.”

Kami just leaned back, eyes drifting across the lounge where Jimmy stood tall, surrounded by his brothers—Rolex catching the light, swag different now. Like the city already belonged to him.

“They ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Kami whispered. “Let him make it to finals… the whole damn world finna learn what it mean when a Fatu man in love steps into his prime.”

Chanté just grinned. “I’ma need a front row seat.”

Kami smirked. “Better keep ya wig glued down. This one might blow it off.”