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[a-spicy-reader]

Birthday Sex

SINOPSE

Jaehyun comes back from the military on his birthday. And he’s not expecting just any kind of celebration.

WC: ~3k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

☆ Warnings: established couple, slow burn tension, oral (f ︎ m, m ︎ f), rough sex, dirty talk, multiple positions, creampie, praise & possessive kink, uniform kink, facial expressions kink, deep emotional aftercare, explicit language, intense sensuality, crying during sex, soft domination

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

(This is the longest text I've ever written, that's why it took so long 😅😅 I think it's also the dirtiest, that's why I had to be cute at the end, a little embarrassed too 😬😬😬)

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Jaehyun:

"I left the barracks. I'll be there in 40 minutes. Open the door when I knock. And wear something that drives me crazy. I want you as soon as I get in."

Nayara read the message with trembling fingers.

It was his birthday. But the one who was about to receive a gift was her.

Forty minutes later, the sound of the knock on the door froze her. Three firm knocks. She opened it without thinking. He was there.

In full uniform. Closed jacket. Hair shaved on the sides, heavy expression. But when he saw her, something in him softened. For a second, the soldier gave way to the man who spent nights dreaming about that moment.

He pulled her slowly. His arms wrapped around her waist and Nayara buried her face in his chest. The rough fabric of the uniform contrasted with the heat of the body underneath. He kissed the top of her head. Then, her face. Her forehead. Her nose.

And then her mouth.

It was a long kiss. Calm at first, but full of longing. His tongue found hers as if he were quenching his thirst. An old thirst. His body pressed against hers, his weight, his scent, everything about him dominated her effortlessly.

"You have no idea what went through my head in these six months," he whispered against her mouth. "And now that I'm here, you're mine. Whole. Without pause."

He rested his forehead against hers for a moment. His breath was warm. His hands running down Nayara's back, lightly squeezing her waist, her ass, as if he were confirming that it was real.

"Show me that you still know how to give me what's mine."

Nayara knelt down.

It was natural. Instinctive. The position her body asked for, the surrender her desire begged for.

He looked down, his eyes darkening with pleasure.

"Good girl."

Jaehyun slowly unbuckled his belt, without taking off his uniform. He opened his pants just enough and pulled out his cock, already hard, thick, throbbing. Nayara looked at him as she ran her tongue over his lips, then over the tip, slowly. She tasted him. Warm, familiar, intoxicating.

She wrapped her lips around it and began to suck.

Slowly at first, just her mouth working, exploring. He let out a muffled moan, his hand in her hair, guiding her movements.

"That's it… fuck. Like that…"

She increased the pace. Warm mouth, tongue circling, sucking harder. He threw his head back for a second. His hips began to move, thrusting deeper into her throat.

"Look at me," he ordered. Nayara obeyed, her eyes watering, but fixed on his.

He held her head steady. He began to fuck her mouth with slow, deep thrusts. His other hand went to her face, his thumb running over the corner of her mouth, wiping away the drool that was dripping down.

"Fuck, I missed this so much," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You like this… on your knees, swallowing everything… like you were born for it."

Nayara moaned with him deep in her throat. He felt it. He freaked out. The pressure increased. His control was gone.

He was thrusting hard now, holding her head steady, fucking her mouth like it was the only way to relieve six months of accumulated tension.

But before he could cum, he stopped. He pulled Nayara back by her hair, her breathing ragged and her eyes wild.

"Turn around. Now. I want to fuck you with this uniform on my body. And with your mouth still dirty with me."

He pulled Nayara by her hair with calculated strength, her breathing still heavy from what it almost was. Her eyes wild, hungry.

He guided her to the sofa with firm steps, without taking his eyes off the body he had desired for six months.

He threw her there as if she were his — and she was.

“On all fours,” he ordered. “Cross your legs.”

She obeyed without hesitation. Leaning on her elbows, with her knees together and her legs crossed, just like he wanted. The position made her even tighter, more sensitive. And he knew it. Fuck, how he knew.

Jaehyun knelt behind her. His uniform still intact, his boots firmly on the floor. Nayara heard the sound of his pants opening further, his breathing heavy… and then — his tongue.

Without warning.

He dove between her legs like an animal on the loose. His tongue licked, entered, circled violently. Without subtlety. Without care. He ate her with his mouth as if he were trying to destroy every trace of longing that remained between them.

“Stay like this,” he growled against her flesh. “So tight, just the way I like it.” His hands spread her buttocks forcefully, exposing everything. Nayara moaned loudly. He just stuck his tongue deeper. And sucked. He sucked as if he was addicted to her. As if he wanted to make her cum just to see her trembling for him.

When she squirmed too much, he held her tight. He bit her. He gave her ass quick slaps. He made sure to keep her there, crossed, vulnerable, completely exposed.

"Are you going to cum like this? Just with my tongue? Six months and it's still this easy?"

Nayara could barely answer. She just moaned, gasped, begged.

"Tell me. Tell me it's my pussy. That no one else has touched."

"It's yours… only yours, Jaehyun… it always has been!"

He sucked harder. His tongue vibrated on her clit with rhythm and pressure, his fingers sliding inside, filling her and fucking her along with his mouth.

And Nayara exploded.

The orgasm came tearing through her. Strong. Hot. Almost painful. She screamed, her whole body shaking, her crossed legs tightening instinctively.

But he didn't stop.

He kept licking, sucking, fucking her with his fingers. He wanted more. He wanted to see her cum again. He wanted to leave her out of control, lost, torn to pieces.

And when she tried to run away, he just pulled Nayara back by the waist.

"Don't run away. I've waited six months. You'll handle it all."

She was still shaking from the orgasm, her body arched, her legs crossed as he'd told her to. But Jaehyun wasn't even close to satisfied.

He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze full of fire.

"Stay like that."

Without breaking the mood, he opened his pants further, without taking anything off. He just left his cock free, hard, throbbing. His uniform hung open, but he was still wearing everything—and that only made everything dirtier.

He spat on his hand, spread it around his base, and knelt behind her.

With one hand firmly on Nayara's waist and the other on her braids, he pulled her head back as the tip of his cock touched her hot, throbbing entrance.

"I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name."

And he did.

Deep. All at once. Without mercy.

She screamed. The sound was muffled by his hand that covered her mouth next.

"Shhh… you're going to wake the neighbors. Or do you want everyone to know that you're being fucked by your man in uniform, on the couch?"

The thrusts came hard, heavy. He pounded his entire body, each movement making the couch creak. His hand held Nayara's hips, pulling her against his thrusts brutally. The sound of their bodies colliding was loud, wet, animalistic.

— You're mine. Mine. Do you understand?

— Yes, fuck, only yours!

He pulled her braids hard, bending her spine, making Nayara look back while he fucked her. His eyes were wild. His uniform was sweaty. His face was red with tension.

He spat on her ass, ran his finger, threatened to put it in.

— You can handle it, right? You like it when I'm like this. Rough. No mercy.

And she moaned even more. She begged. She pleaded.

He threw her sideways on the couch, lifted one leg on his shoulder and thrust again. The new angle made him hit her hard. Nayara felt everything. And he moaned along with her — low, hoarse, as if he was fighting himself.

— You're going to cum again for me — he growled. — Now. Come with me.

And she came.

The second time was even stronger. Her body locked up, her chest heaving, her legs shaking.

Jaehyun thrust a few more times, his movements becoming uncoordinated. He grunted deeply, dug his nails into her skin and came hard — deep inside, with her entire body trembling on top of his.

The silence afterward was heavy. They were both panting. Sweaty. Exhausted.

But he hadn't taken off his uniform yet. And Nayara knew: it wasn't going to stop there.

Without needing to say anything, he fell on top of her, his sweaty chest pressed against Nayara's back. Their bodies were still pulsating, shaking. His uniform stuck to their skin — and the heat between them seemed to set the room on fire.

She turned her face and smiled, with that glint of challenge in her eyes.

"First round… and you're already like this?"

He laughed. That low, hoarse laugh that made the hairs on her body stand on end.

“You don’t know what I brought in my backpack.”

And then the second round began…

She turned her face and smiled, with that glint of challenge in her eyes.

“First round… and you’re already like this?”

He laughed. That low, hoarse laugh that made the hairs on her body stand on end.

“You don’t know what I brought in my backpack.”

Still panting, he got up from the couch. He slowly took off his jacket, then his t-shirt. His body was pure muscle and training marks—thick thighs, tense arms, sweat running down between the abs. Nayara watched him silently, biting her lip.

Without rushing, Jaehyun crouched down next to the backpack thrown on the floor and opened it. He took out two items: a small, discreet vibrator and a thick, black cock ring. He left them on the couch as if he knew exactly what he was going to do with each one.

“I thought about you every time I jerked off,” he said directly, his voice deep. “And I bought this thinking about when I came back. Now that I’m here… you’re going to feel everything.”

Nayara was already lying down again, her legs spread, her body alert, her breathing lighter — but full of expectation. Her wide thighs shone with desire, her pussy still wet, throbbing.

“Come on, then. Show me.”

Jaehyun didn’t need more. He knelt between her legs and, with his eyes fixed on hers, put the ring on the base of his cock, which was already half erect — but began to harden completely just looking at Nayara there, open, surrendered.

He turned on the vibrator. He first touched the inside of her thighs. Nayara shivered all over. She moaned softly, instinctively.

— Not directly on the clitoris… Jaehyun…

— Shhh. Now it's my way.

Firmly, he slid the vibrator to the center, circling her clitoris with slow and continuous pressure. His fingers began to slide inside, slowly, feeling how hot and ready she was. Nayara was moaning loudly now, her whole body responding to each touch. The vibrator was vibrating in the exact spot. He knew what he was doing.

She came again. A lighter orgasm, more sensitive, but still hot and pulsating. Her body writhed beneath him. Jaehyun smiled, climbed on top of her, fitted his cock between her legs and thrust slowly — with the ring vibrating along with it, intensifying each sensation.

— Fuck, Nayara… you squeeze me in a way…

They moaned together now. The rhythm was more controlled, the movements precise, but the pleasure multiplied. The ring vibrated at the base. The vibrator still teased her clitoris. And Nayara was already at her limit again.

“Get on top,” he asked, his voice choked, as if he couldn’t take it anymore.

She rode him firmly, her hands on his chest, shaking her hips hard. Her ass slapped against his thighs with dry pops. The vibrator, now stuck between them, was still on, and he almost screamed with the double stimulation.

“Go on… Nay… fuck me like that. That’s it, fuck!”

She leaned forward and bit his shoulder. Her nails scratched his abdomen. They were both sweaty, glued together, wild. Their bodies fit together perfectly.

And then, finally, they came together.

Trembling. No sound. Just ragged breathing, eyes closed, bodies collapsing.

Silence.

Then, only the click of the vibrator being turned off… and her muffled laughter, pressed against his ear.

Nayara got off the couch, limping slightly. Her legs were shaking. Her skin was still vibrating. She was walking towards the bathroom, trying to find some balance, when she felt the weight of his gaze.

She turned slowly.

Jaehyun was still lying on the couch, his chest rising and falling slowly, his muscles relaxed, but his eyes fixed on her — hungry.

His body seemed exhausted… but his cock was still hard, erect between his thighs, as if saying everything he didn't have the strength to say yet.

She arched an eyebrow.

"Are you going again?"

He didn't answer. He took a step. Then another. Until his body was pressed against hers. Without hesitation, he ran his hand over her face, then down her throat, until he held the back of her neck firmly.

"Shut up and lie down on the bed. Legs open. Hands up."

His voice left no room for discussion. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command.

Nayara's body reacted before her mind. She turned over without saying anything, the air already starting to heat up again. She climbed onto the bed, lay down in the center of the mattress, and did exactly what he told her to do. Her body was limp, exhausted, but her desire was reignited like a fire on damp wood. Her thighs were throbbing. Her pussy was starting to throb with just the anticipation.

Jaehyun came in right after. The same look as before — focused, hungry, full of possession. He brought the vibrator out again. And something else: a Velcro handcuff that she didn't even know he had brought with him.

"I want you to surrender, Nay. No escape. You'll cum until you beg me to stop." She smiled mischievously. Defiant, even when she was on edge.

"I doubt it."

Jaehyun climbed onto the bed slowly. He pinned her wrists together, above her head, using the headboard as support. He turned on the vibrator and placed it between her legs — without touching her clitoris directly, just teasing, prodding the edges of desperation.

Meanwhile, he masturbated slowly. His cock grew once more. Firm. Throbbing. His jaw clenched. His chest heaving as if he already anticipated what was coming.

—Look how my cock gets just seeing your pussy open.

She moaned. Her legs tried to close reflexively, but he used his knee to force them open. More. And more.

And then, he thrust.

All at once. Without warning. Without relief. Without time to breathe.

She screamed, her body arching. He thrust deep, hard. The vibrator was still stuck between them, pressing against her clitoris with each thrust. The cock ring still vibrated at the base, keeping it rigid. Intensifying everything.

Her eyes rolled back.

— DON'T STOP, JAEEEH—

He covered her mouth with his big, warm hand.

— Shhh. I'm far from stopping.

He pulled out and put it back in again. He pulled out slowly, then went back in with everything. Deeper. Faster. Nayara screamed through her eyes, her whole body trying to escape and beg at the same time. But he kept her there. Surrendered. Completely surrendered.

Her hands tied. Her soul wide open.

He bit her shoulder. He slapped her ass, pulled her hair, cursed softly with a choked voice.

— Holy shit… you were born for this. To be fucked by me. All over. Until you passed out.

And she came.

Hardly. Almost painfully. Her whole body trembled. . And he kept going. Relentless.

She couldn't speak anymore. Her hands were numb, her arms pinned above her head, her body sweaty, vibrating, begging for the end and for more at the same time.

Jaehyun thrust like a man on the edge of control. His thrusts hit deep, more intense and desperate. The vibrator was still vibrating between them. And Nayara was crying.

Tears streamed from her eyes — not from pain, but from overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure that her body didn't know how to contain.

And he saw it.

"Are you crying for me, love?" he whispered, his voice cracking with lust. "You're feeling everything, right? You're squeezing me so tight… fuck…"

His cock was throbbing. Nayara was wrapping herself around him so tightly that he could barely move.

"You're going to make me cum inside you. You want it, right? You want me to explode inside you."

All she could do was moan and shake her head, her face sweaty, her eyes wet.

That's when he bit down.

With his hand firmly holding her hip, he bent over and bit her shoulder hard — marking it, as if he wanted her to remember that moment for the rest of her life.

And then he came.

Jaehyun locked his entire body. A hoarse grunt came from his throat. His cock exploded inside her in hot, strong, endless jets. He came deep, feeling Nayara tighten even more with each contraction, as if her body was sucking every drop.

"That's it… fuck, Nayara… swallow it all… everything… fuck…"

The hot jets hitting the bottom. The heat invading. Her thighs trembling. Her body collapsing along with his.

He stayed inside her for a few seconds, still pulsing, still moaning softly in her ear. Their bodies stuck together, wet, panting.

When he finally pulled out, his cock slipped out slowly, glistening with cum. He saw it — cum began to leak out of her, white, thick, hot, staining the sheets between her legs.

And he didn't accept it.

—No… no. This is yours.

With his fingers, he tried to push it all back in. Gently, but obsessively. As if it were more than just cum — as if it was part of him that he didn't want to escape.

Nayara moaned as she felt his touch, trying to hold back the cum.

— Stay with me — he murmured, looking straight into her eyes.

And then, he bent down and kissed her.

A slow, wet kiss

He let go of her hands. But Nayara didn't move.

She stayed there. Lying down. Destroyed

Jaehyun hugged her from behind, still on the bed.

— I love you so much, Nay.

She smiled, her eyes closed and her soul satisfied.

— Happy birthday, Jaehyun.

The room fell silent.

Just the sound of the fan spinning on the ceiling and her breathing slowing down little by little. Nayara still lying on her side, legs half open, her entire body relaxed and sensitive, her skin crawling where he hadn't even touched.

Jaehyun knelt beside the bed, his head resting on the mattress. He observed her body as if he couldn't believe she was real.

He got up slowly, went to the bathroom, wet a towel with warm water and came back.

“Stay still, love,” he said softly.

She didn’t answer. She only let out a sigh when she felt the warm touch between her legs.

Jaehyun cleaned her carefully. With reverence. He wiped the towel slowly, removing the traces of cum with care, without pressing. As if he were taking care of the most precious thing in the world. Every now and then, he gave her a kiss on her thigh. Or on her belly.

When he was done, he threw the towel in the basket and came back with one of his t-shirts. He dressed Nayara delicately, as if she were made of glass.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, fixing her hair with his fingers.

“Only you,” she murmured, with a lazy smile.

He laughed, but still took out his cell phone and ordered food. Then he lay down behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his nose touching her neck.

They stayed like that. Glued together. In silence. His touch was different now — light, soft. A finger tracing invisible lines on her arm. A kiss on the back of her neck every minute.

“You drive me completely crazy, you know?” he said, his voice low. “When I was there… in the barracks… the only thing that kept me going was imagining you. Here. Waiting for me.”

She squeezed his hand between her fingers, her eyes still closed.

“And you came back. And you fucked me like the world was ending.”

“And after that, I just want to take care of you,” he whispered. “To bathe you, to feed you, to hold you in my arms. You are my love and my addiction.”

He kissed her shoulder. His breathing was already slower. And even so, his touch remained. Endless affection.

Jaehyun was no longer the soldier who arrived breaking everything. Now he was just the man. The boyfriend who cleaned. Cared. Loved.

A short time later, the intercom rang.

Jaehyun got up slowly, still naked, put on a pair of random shorts and went to the door to get the order. Nayara stayed in bed, lying on her side, just watching.

When he came back, he was carrying a tray with food and two glasses of juice. He balanced everything with that smile of someone who is completely surrendered.

"Time to replenish your energy, Mrs. Jeong," he said, blinking.

She laughed, sitting up with effort on the bed. His shirt was still half-up, his legs spread, red marks on his thighs. He helped her adjust the pillows, placed the tray on her lap, and sat next to her, close.

"You knew that fucking me like that would leave me without the strength to get up, right?"

"I knew. That was the plan," he said, laughing.

They ate slowly, sharing the food with each smile. With each bite, he made sure to put it in her mouth, as part of the care. She returned his gaze with warm glances, but the mood was different now — calm, intimate, almost sacred.

When they finished, he gathered everything up, left it in the kitchen and went back to the bedroom. Nayara was already lying down again, with her eyes closed. But she opened them when she felt his arms wrap around her legs.

“What’s up…?”

“You’re going to take a shower. And I’m going to take you.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy about you.”

She smiled, surrendered.

In the bathroom, he sat her down on the shower bench. He turned on the warm water, adjusted the temperature and got in with her. He took the soap, lathered his hands and began to gently wash each part of her body.

First her shoulders. Then her neck. Her arms. Her chest. Her belly. Her thighs. And between her legs — with the utmost respect, but without stopping to smile at the memory of what they had just done there hours before.

She just sighed. Her eyes closed. Trusting. Giving himself over to the care.

Then he washed his own body quickly, turned off the shower and grabbed the towel. He dried Nayara as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Every curve. Every fold.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

“I do. Because you remind me of that all the time.”

He laughed, wrapped her in the towel and picked her up again.

In the bedroom, he slowly placed her on the bed, lay down on her side, and pulled the sheet over them both. Their legs intertwined naturally. Their breathing began to align.

In the darkness, with only the low light from the window, he caressed her back with his fingertips. And whispered:

“No matter how long I’m gone again… I’ll always come back to you. Always.”

She turned her face and pressed her lips against his chest.

"And I'll always be here. To be yours."

He kissed the top of her head.

And finally, they slept.

Exhausted and Satisfied.

[a-spicy-reader]

CALL

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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Synopsis:

Answering the phone has never been so difficult. Between muffled groans and failed attempts to maintain composure, Ayana find yourself completely at Haechan's mercy.

WC: +1K

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The phone vibrated beside them, the screen lighting up the name of the caller. But Ayana barely registered it—her body was too hot, too trembling, being molded by the merciless rhythm Haechan dictated over her.

Her hair spread across the pillow, some strands sticking to her sweaty skin, others moving as her body was pulled and pushed by him. The soft texture brushed against her face and shoulders with each thrust, a detail that Haechan loved—he loved seeing her completely surrendered, each detail amplifying his dominance over her.

He chuckled softly as he watched her writhe, her eyes half-closed and her lips parted in a trapped moan. He picked up the cell phone and pressed it to her ear, his voice low and slurred, warm against her feverish skin.

— Answer.

Ayana tried to catch her breath, her trembling fingers reaching for the phone. But before she could swipe the screen, Haechan adjusted his movements — deeper, more precise. A gasp escaped her lips, her vision momentarily blurring.

“Continue. Speak.” The order came with a cruel smile, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

She blinked rapidly, biting her lip to hold back any sound as she pressed the answer button. The voice on the other end of the line sounded muffled, but all she could manage was a ragged sigh, her breath coming in short gasps.

Haechan watched every detail—the trembling in her fingers, the way she tried to maintain control, the effort to keep her voice steady. But he knew. He knew she was completely at his mercy. And he loved it.

He slid a hand down her side, his warm, firm fingers gripping her waist, guiding her movements unhurriedly.

— Answer me soon, love. — He teased, his lips brushing against the damp skin of her neck.

Ayana tried. She really tried.

She forced out a weak, hoarse “hello” as her fingers clutched the sheets in search of some anchor to keep her from losing control.

— Hey! Are you okay? You disappeared! — The person on the other end of the line sounded worried.

Ayana bit her lip hard to contain a moan as Haechan moved again, deeper, more intense.

He buried his face in her shoulder, stifling a satisfied laugh.

— Say you’re busy… — he whispered, his teeth scraping the exposed skin.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried to formulate a coherent sentence.

— I-I… — Her voice trailed off as Haechan slid a hand to her throat, holding it with calculated pressure, his fingers warm against her feverish skin.

— Hmm? — He encouraged, his eyes fixed on her, completely fascinated by the way her body reacted to each touch.

The line went silent for a few seconds.

— Hello? Are you still there?

She swallowed hard, feeling on the verge of completely losing control.

— Y-yes… — Her voice came out slurred, almost inaudible. — I'm… busy right now.

Haechan bit his lower lip, clearly enjoying himself.

— Good girl.

And then, he made sure the call didn't last more than a few seconds.

She barely managed to end the call before the phone slipped from her trembling hand, falling somewhere between the sheets.

— So obedient… — Haechan murmured against her skin, his teeth digging lightly into her shoulder, as if he was marking her.

The smile on his face was mischievous, his eyes shining with amusement and desire as he watched her catch her breath. But he wasn’t going to let up. Not yet.

“You like this, don’t you?” His voice was low and husky, his fingers sliding down her sides, mapping every curve with a possessive touch.

She couldn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The way her body reacted to his every move said it all.

Haechan chuckled softly, satisfied, and without any warning, he held her waist firmly, making her arch her back in a ragged sigh. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered:

“Then let’s see how much more you can take.” And without waiting, he started again. More intense. Deeper. As if he wanted to destroy any shred of control she might still have. Ayana's hair moved in waves around her face and shoulders with each thrust, the curls sliding like silk against his skin. It was a mesmerizing detail to Haechan, something that made him grip the back of her neck even tighter, guiding her movements as if he were molding her to himself.

Her moans mixed with the muffled sound of Haechan's heavy breathing. Her body trembled under his control, each movement sending electric waves through her nerves. He was merciless, his eyes fixed on hers, as if challenging her resistance.

"That's it... hold on just a little longer for me, princess..." His voice was husky, filled with something dark and tempting.

His hands tightened around her waist, forcing her to accept each thrust with more intensity. The pleasure was building, burning like embers on her skin.

She tried to hold on to the sheets, but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, immobilizing her completely.

"You don't have to run... I know you want more."

A sob of pleasure escaped her lips, her teary eyes meeting his. He smiled satisfied, leaning down to kiss her, devouring her hungrily, as if he wanted to consume her whole.

— Go, baby… — He urged against her mouth, his voice broken. — Give me what I want.

And she did. Her body arched, shuddering violently as the pleasure finally hit her, stealing her air, her sanity, everything.

Haechan let out a low groan, feeling her tighten around him, and then he gave in, burying his face in her neck as his own ecstasy took over him.

For a moment, all that could be heard was their heavy breathing, their hearts beating at a frantic pace.

Haechan slid his fingers down her face, brushing away a strand of hair stuck to her sweaty skin. His smile was satisfied, smug, but there was something soft in his gaze as he watched her.

— You did it right… — He teased, his voice hoarse.

She rolled her eyes, still trying to catch her breath, and he chuckled, kissing her softly this time, as if he was savoring the taste of her.

“I think we deserve a second round, don’t you?”

[a-spicy-reader]

BLUE

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

the initial idea was for this blue hair, but then he posted this photo at the gym I couldn't help myself lol

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synopsis

After a long day of photoshooting, Taeyong returns home exhausted, unaware that his girlfriend is waiting for him with far from innocent intentions. His newly dyed blue hair has made him even more irresistible, and she doesn't intend to waste the opportunity to remind him who's really in control.

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Taeyong opened the apartment door with a tired sigh, his blue hair still damp and plastered to his forehead. The photoshoot had been long, but the tiredness disappeared when he saw Yara sitting at the kitchen counter, wearing only his oversized shirt and holding a tub of ice cream. Her chocolate curls fell over her shoulders, and her dark eyes shone like coal in the soft light.

“You’re late.” His fingers drummed on the edge. “I thought I’d have to start without you.”

He smiled, closing the door with his foot.

“You never wait.”

“Not when the main course is so tempting.” She stared at him from the counter.

“Blue, this time?” She licked the spoon slowly, her eyes roaming his body.

He arched an eyebrow, tossing the keys in the corner.

“And you look like you’re planning something. Again.”

“Planning? Me?” She took another exaggerated bite, her lips glossy with strawberries. — Just enjoying my late-night snack.

Taeyong stepped closer, his fingers touching the rim of the bowl.

— Ice cream or me?

She laughed, low and husky, before pushing the bowl aside.

— You know I don’t like to share.

He leaned in, his lips almost touching hers.

— Then come and get it.

Yara didn’t move. She just lifted her leg, her bare foot pressing against his chest.

— Take off that shirt. It smells like sweat and cheap perfume.

Taeyong obeyed, undressing slowly. The tattoos that covered his arms and torso—abstract patterns and symbols that only she knew the meaning of—were exposed. When she was left in only boxers, she bit her lip, her eyes darkening.

— Better… but something’s still missing.

— What?

— You. On your knees.

He hesitated for a second, but her gaze was unmoving. As she knelt, she pulled his face against her thigh, her fingers tangling in his blue hair.

— That’s better.

Yara led him to the bedroom with firm steps, her hand still in his hair, pulling him like a leash. When they reached the bed, she sat on the edge, her legs opening in silent invitation.

— You know what I want.

He leaned in, but she stopped his face with the sole of her foot.

— Slowly. I want to feel every… — She pressed her foot against his lips. — Breathing.

Taeyong obeyed, his kisses starting at her ankles and moving up her calves, while she leaned back on her hands, her eyes closed. When she finally reached his thighs, she pulled his hair hard.

— Enough playing around.

— Lie down.

The order came out hoarse, full of authority. Taeyong fell back on the bed, his eyes fixed on her as Yara climbed up, her knees sinking into the mattress next to his head. Her scent—woody perfume mixed with the acrid scent of his own desire—filled his nostrils, intoxicating like a veil of ether.

“Yara, wait—”

She didn’t wait. She sat on his face in one fluid motion, her thighs clamping down on his temples hard enough to blur his vision. Her hips began to gyrate, crushing his lips against her swollen, soaking clit, and Taeyong gasped, his hands gripping her thigh muscles in desperate reflex.

Her free fingers dug into his blue hair, tugging until he felt her scalp. Her hips gyrated in slow, brutal circles, each rotation a punishment and a promise.

“You breathe when I let you,” she hissed, her teeth flashing in a narrow smile. “Until then, swallow.”

Taeyong tried to arch his back, but she pressed her knees against his shoulders, pinning him.

Yara didn’t want any caresses. She wanted devotion.

Her fingers were still tangled in his hair, pulling hard until his scalp burned. He groaned, but the sound was swallowed by her flesh, and she let out a sigh of pleasure, her free fingers pinching her nipples with calculated pressure.

— Like that… — she gasped, her hips accelerating. — You’re my best toy.

Taeyong tried to arch his back, seeking relief for his own excitement, but Yara held his thighs with a firm hand, her nails marking his skin. He was short of breath — black dots danced in his vision, tears running hot from the corners of his eyes.

— Stay. There. — She leaned back, her fingers squeezing her breasts until her skin turned red. — I want you smothered in me.

He obeyed. Each rotation of his hips was torture and ecstasy. Yara arched her back, her neck muscles tensing, and Taeyong saw — through the mist of tears — how her face transformed: parted lips, furrowed eyebrows, a raw pleasure that only he knew.

— Taeyong… — she chanted his name, her hips stopping suddenly.

The orgasm hit her like a seismic tremor. Her pussy pulsed against his mouth, and she moaned long and loud, her fingers tugging at his hair with almost unbearable force. He drank every drop, every contraction, until she jerked her head back, gasping.

When she came down, she left him shaking and soaking wet. She was panting, her lips swollen and her eyes dark with triumph. She sat on his lap, her hand sliding to his neck, her fingers tracing his racing jugular beneath the tips of her nails.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her lips touching his in a near-kiss. “Almost made you pass out.”

Her thumb pressed lightly against his jugular, squeezing just enough to make him hold his breath.

Her hips undulated slowly against the hard erection beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, causing a delicious friction.

Taeyong let out a hoarse groan, his entire body contracting beneath her. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, his eyes half-closed in pure ecstasy.

“Yara…” He gasped, his voice full of desire and frustration.

But she didn’t stop. She kept grinding on him, feeling every tremor that ran through his body, every breathless sigh that escaped his parted lips.

And she loved seeing him like this—lost, at her mercy.

Her nail scraped his swollen nipple, and Taeyong gasped, his body still convulsing with need.

— You held up well. — She stood up, wearing his shirt like a trophy. — Her smile was slow, predatory.

Taeyong turned to her, his lips still wet, but Yara covered his mouth with a finger.

— Don't even think about talking.

He laughed softly as she stood up.

— Take a shower. And next time… — She looked over her shoulder, the mischievous smile returning. — Don't be late.

Taeyong tried to answer her, but she was already standing, as if nothing had happened.

Taeyong watched her leave, the smile still stuck to his face. She always ended like this: leaving him destroyed and anxious for the next time.

The bedroom door closed, and Taeyong was left there, lying on the bed still soaked in his own desire. His boxers were stuck to his skin, his body tense and unsatisfied. He looked down, his fingers trembling as they slid over the wet fabric.

“Shit…”

He couldn’t resist. His hand came down, pressing his palm against the arousal Yara had left overflowing. It was quick—a rough, desperate movement, his teeth clenched to stifle his moan. When it came, it was with a hoarse gasp, his body arching against the mattress as his boxers grew even wetter.

He sighed, exhausted, but a sudden noise made him open his eyes.

Yara was standing in the bedroom doorway, the tub of ice cream in her hand, her lips curved in a smile.

“Patience was never your strong point, was it?” She lifted the tub in an ironic toast, her dark eyes roaming over his body sprawled out on the bed.

Taeyong tried to cover himself, but she laughed, low and hoarse.

“Don’t be shy. I kind of like watching you… improvise.”

She took one last bite of ice cream, her eyes shining with wicked amusement, before disappearing down the hallway.

He let his head fall back onto the pillow, his eyes closed. Her scent was still in the air, and he knew that even after everything, she still had a hold on him.

[a-spicy-reader]

HUNGER

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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Synopsis:

Isis just wanted to solve an urgent problem: a heat in her body that couldn't be relieved with fingers or distractions. One message was enough. Johnny, the right contact at the right time, arrived like a storm on a hot night.

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The clock read 11:47 p.m. The fan spin slowly on the ceiling, releasing a warm wind that did nothing but remind Isis of how much her body was boiling. Lying on her side, wearing only panties and a loose T-shirt, she ran her lazy fingers along her thigh, distracted, restless. The heat wasn't just from the weather — it was hers. Inside, pulsing, throbbing.

She had tried to concentrate on a series, a song, even a random conversation in the group of friends. Nothing worked. Her body demanded more.

Her panties were already damp. The light touch between her legs didn't help — it only fueled the hunger that was growing without pause.

"I need someone. I need him."

She unlocked her phone, biting her lower lip. She typed slowly, reluctantly for a second. Then she let go of the doubt and sent:

"I'm dripping. Come now. No excuses."

She read the message twice. Her heart beat faster. Three minutes later, the answer came:

— I'm already in the car.

Her body reacted immediately. A shiver down her spine. That tingling sensation between her legs, the feeling of being desired and about to be taken—just the way she liked it.

She ran to the mirror. She let down her hair, messy from the heat. Her tight T-shirt revealed her hard nipples. She put perfume on her wrists, between her breasts, behind her ear. No makeup—she wanted him to see her like this: raw, hot, sweaty.

The intercom rang. She opened it without thinking. The sound of the elevator. Footsteps in the hallway.

And then he appeared at the door.

Johnny.

Tall, dark, with a broad body, the shoulders of an athlete. He was dressed in black from head to toe—a tight T-shirt that molded his strong arms and dark jeans that betrayed the volume between his legs. His brown hair was slightly messy, falling over his intense eyes. Those eyes that stared as if he were undressing her right there, in the doorway.

—What's wrong? — he said with a half smile, his voice low and serious. — Not even a hello?

She didn't answer. She just pulled him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him.

His mouth tasted like mint and sin. His hands went straight to her ass, squeezing it firmly, and Isis moaned against his mouth. The kiss turned into a bite. His body was hot against hers. He pressed her against the wall of the living room, fitting his hips against hers, his cock already hard against her soaked panties.

“Were you expecting this?” he growled in her ear, brushing his lips against her warm skin.

She just nodded, breathless, pulling him to the couch.

And that's when the damage began.

Johnny fell to his feet, pulled by her, and Isis climbed on top without ceremony, her legs spread, her hips pressed against his. Her shirt rode up, revealing her warm skin, her loose breasts, her hard nipples begging for attention.

“Take it all off,” he asked, his voice deep, his eyes burning into hers.

She obeyed. She pulled her shirt over her head and let him see everything.

His eyes traveled slowly over her body, as if he were about to devour her. His large hands moved up her thighs, firm, marking his territory. When his fingers reached her panties, he pulled them aside, sticking two fingers straight inside her—hot, wet, tight.

“Fuck, Isis…” he murmured. “Were you touching yourself before I got here?”

“I was thinking about you,” she said, grinding against his fingers, biting her lip. “But I really needed this here.”

She leaned down, kissed his neck, his collarbone, his jaw. And then she went down. She knelt on the floor between his legs. She opened his jeans and pulled them off slowly.

His cock sprang out, thick, rigid, the veins bulging. She ran her tongue over her lips, looking at him from below.

“I’ve been missing this,” she said, before swallowing him completely.

Johnny moaned loudly, throwing his head back, his hand firmly in her hair. She sucked with desire, swallowing every inch, her eyes fixed on him. Her mouth was hot, wet, the rhythm perfect. He could barely control himself.

“Get up here,” he ordered, panting. “I want you now.”

She climbed up, fitting in slowly. The feeling of fullness drew a deep moan from both of them. He held her waist tightly, guiding her movements.

She rode him like someone who knew what she wanted. She wiggled on top, moaning in his ear, and when he thrust from below, hard, deep, she screamed.

“That’s it, Johnny… fuck me. More. Don’t stop.”

He turned her onto her back, leaned her over the arm of the couch, and penetrated her from behind all at once, without warning. She arched her back, feeling everything, her entire body on fire. He pounded hard, their bodies colliding, the wet, dirty sound echoing through the room.

“Do you like it like that?” he asked between thrusts. “Tell me.”

“I like it,” she gasped. “I like it when you go deep, when you hold me like this, when you make me cum while screaming your name.”

He pulled her hair, bit the back of her neck.

And she came hard, trembling all over, feeling her legs weaken. He came soon after, burying himself deep, panting, moaning hoarsely in her ear.

They both fell onto the couch, their bodies sweaty, their breathing uneven.

Isis smiled, her eyes half closed, the taste of pleasure still in her body.

— Better than any medicine.

The silence that followed was just a break.

The two of them were still naked on the couch, skin pressed together, breathing slowly returning. The smell of sex was in the air. Isis was lying on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over Johnny's sweaty abs.

"Do you always do this?" he asked, his voice low, a smile on the corner of his mouth. "Call me in the middle of the night to finish me off?"

She laughed, biting his shoulder.

"No. Only when I'm like this. And today… I still am."

Johnny turned his face and looked at her with that serious, hungry look. He ran his hand through her hair, then down her back to her ass, squeezing it again.

"Don't talk. Get up here."

She got up. Effortlessly. Without shame. She got on top of him again, her body still warm, her pussy still sensitive. But hungry again. His cock was already starting to harden between her legs, with her touches, with the way she rubbed slowly.

“You really don’t rest,” she teased, rubbing her clit against him without fitting it.

“You make me like this,” he replied, looking down, watching how she rubbed herself against him. “Do you want to play or do you want to cum?”

Isis lowered her hips, fitting in slowly. She moaned loudly.

“Both of us.”

This time, the rhythm started slow. She rode him slowly, feeling every inch, playing with her own pleasure. Johnny’s hands held her hips, sometimes going up to her breasts, licking, sucking, biting.

“You’re tight, fuck…” he said through his teeth.

“Because I came with you inside, remember?” she whispered in his ear, grinding again. “And now I’m going to come again.”

Johnny turned her over again, this time on her side on the couch, and entered her from behind, at a deeper, more intimate angle. One arm under her neck, the other on her waist, controlling each thrust.

“Are you going to cum with me again?” he murmured, thrusting harder.

“I’m almost there…” she moaned. “Don’t stop, Johnny. Deeper… that’s it…”

She grabbed his arm, feeling the pressure build again. And when he moved his fingers down to her clitoris and started stimulating her at the right pace, she exploded. Again. She came moaning loudly, her whole body shaking as if it were on fire.

Johnny couldn’t take it anymore. He buried himself deep, moaning against her neck, cumming with her, close, hot, hard.

This time, they both stayed silent for a little longer.

And Isis laughed again, her voice hoarse:

“Okay. Now yes. Maybe… maybe… I can sleep.” Johnny pulled her closer, kissing her shoulder.

"Don't promise what you won't keep."

The clock had already passed two in the morning.

Isis got up from the couch slowly, her legs wobbly. Her body was still sweaty, her hair stuck to the back of her neck, the signs of what they had just done were all over her. She could feel the cum running down her legs and… she still wasn't satisfied.

She looked over her shoulder and teased:

"Are you going to stay there drooling or are you going to come with me to the shower?"

Johnny got up without a word. His look said it all. He followed her into the bathroom.

The shower was turned on hot. The steam filled the air, covering the mirror. She got in first, letting the water run down her shoulders, her back, her thighs. He got in next, pressing his body against hers from behind.

His hands were already on her again — now wet, sliding easily. One went straight between her legs. The other went up to her breasts.

"I thought we were just going to wash up now," she joked, her eyes closed, her body relaxing against him.

— Yeah. I thought so too — he replied, biting her earlobe. — But you're addicted to me.

She laughed, turning around, pressing her body against his. The water was running down between them. His cock was already hard again, leaning against her, begging for attention.

— You're the addict, Johnny. Look at this.

She got down slowly, kneeling on the shower floor. The water was lapping at her shoulders as she sucked him again, slowly, provocatively. She felt him grow in her mouth, his hands gripping the tiles, trying not to lose control.

But it didn't last long.

He pulled her up, turned her over, and pressed her against the wet wall. She lifted one leg, he held it tight, and entered again — deep, hot, without warning.

She screamed.

— Fuck… right there…

The thrusts were intense, the hot water running between their bodies, the moans echoing in the closed bathroom. His hands marking her waist. His hips beating in a brutal and precise rhythm.

She came quickly this time — her clitoris swollen, her skin sensitive, her whole body reacting. She screamed, arching, her nails digging into the tiles. And he came soon after, with a deep moan, sinking all the way into her.

This time, the two of them stayed there in the shower. Still. The now warm water washing them both.

Johnny kissed her shoulder.

— That's enough, right?

— For now — she answered, smiling without opening her eyes.

Later, the two of them lay down on the bed. Their bodies clean, but still pressed together. Isis on her stomach, the sheet at waist height. Johnny behind her, one arm over her, breathing calmly.

She whispered:

— Was that just one night?

— You're the boss.

She smiled, almost asleep.

— So… no.

And they slept like that: skin against skin, breathing in rhythm.

[a-spicy-reader]

THIRD DATE

Synopsis

All Luana wanted was to go out and relax, have a drink and, who knows, have a good conversation. She just didn't expect that this conversation would be with Mark Lee, a K-pop idol.

Amidst casual encounters, shared laughter and a connection that grows every day, they find themselves caught between the euphoria of what they are experiencing and the uncertainty of what is to come. After all, Mark will soon need to return to Korea Is it worth giving yourself over to something that could end so quickly? Or are some stories worth living, even without guarantees?

First, you crashed into my life and you just broke My roof and my window, girl, you had me shook ♪

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mark x fem!reader

GENRE — fluff, slowburn, humor, idol au,

English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes.

[1] First Date • [2] Second Date • [3] Third Date • [4] Fourth Date • [5] Fifth Date • [6] Sixth Date • [7] Discovery

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Luana had already figured out that Mark did nothing conventionally. After their spontaneous second date, she wondered what it’d be like when they actually planned something. The answer came in an unexpected Friday afternoon text.  

Mark: “So I was thinking… since I’m officially the kart champion, how about a new challenge?”  

Luana: “You’re still on that? I thought you’d accepted my competitive superiority by now.”  

Mark: “If that helps you sleep at night, sure.”  

She rolled her eyes, laughing. He knew exactly how to push her buttons.  

Luana: “Fine. What’s the challenge this time?”  

Mark: “Ice skating.”  

Luana stared at her phone.  

Luana: “Ice skating?!”  

Mark: “Yep. Ever skated before?”  

Luana: “Once… and it was a disaster.”  

Mark: “Perfect. This’ll be fun.”  

Luana: “Fun for who? Because I’ll be on the ice floor more than skating.”  

Mark: “I’ll catch you if you fall.”  

Her heart skipped at his reply.  

Luana: “Alright, Lee. Let’s see who wins this round.”  

The outdoor ice rink was busy but not crowded. Groups of people glided under twinkling lights, creating a near-magical scene. Toronto’s cold was biting, but Luana and Mark’s energy kept things warm.  

Mark was already laced up, balancing effortlessly like it was second nature. Luana, meanwhile, sat on a bench, eyeing her skates like they’d betrayed her.  

“I won’t laugh,” Mark said, holding out a hand to help her up.  

“I don’t trust you at all,” she replied but took his hand anyway.  

The moment she tried to step onto the ice, her feet slid wildly.  

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she yelped, death-gripping Mark’s arm.  

He steadied her waist, keeping her upright.  

“Told you,” she hissed, clinging to him like her life depended on it.  

“I’ve got you. Relax,” he chuckled.  

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Ice Prince,” she grumbled.  

He guided her slowly, never letting go of her hand. Gradually, Luana found her balance.  

“See? You’re getting better,” Mark praised.  

“Still think this was a trap to laugh at me,” she teased.  

“Maybe a little.”  

She playfully shoved him, lost her footing, and crashed onto her knees.  

Mark’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing.  

“I knew it! You wanted to see me fall!”  

“Sorry, sorry! Here—” he reached out.  

When she grabbed his hand, he “slipped” and landed beside her.  

Now it was Luana’s turn to laugh.  

“Instant karma!”  

They sat there on the ice, laughing like fools as people skated around them.  

After an hour of skating (and several tumbles), they headed to a nearby café. The cozy spot had a fireplace, warm lighting, and the smell of chocolate and cinnamon.  

Mark tugged off his gloves, rubbing his hands to warm them.  

“Okay, I admit it. You did better than I expected.”  

“You thought I’d fall ten times, didn’t you?”  

“Yep,” he grinned. “But it was only five. So, congrats.”  

“Thanks. I feel so victorious.”  

They sipped hot chocolates by the window.  

“So, Luana. I know you’re Brazilian, but how’d you end up in Canada?”  

She blew on her drink. “Came to study. Always wanted to explore, so I took the chance.”  

Mark leaned forward. “What do you study?”  

“Biological sciences, focused on research and innovation.”  

His eyes lit up. “That’s cool. Like developing new medicines?”  

“Exactly. Among other things.”  

“Wow, so you’re basically a scientist.”  

She laughed. “In training.”  

“Still awesome. What do you miss most about Brazil?”  

She smiled wistfully. “The food. I like it here, but nothing beats arroz, feijão, and churrasco.”  

“Barbecue! Agreed,” he said.  

“Wait—you’ve had Brazilian barbecue?”  

“Of course! Been to Brazil a few times.”  

“Hmm… so you already know how we treat guests?”  

“Oh yeah. First time there, I thought I’d roll home after eating so much.”  

“Does that mean you’ve tried pão de queijo?”  

He nodded. “And brigadeiro. And coxinha. And churrasco.”  

“Okay, I’ll accept your Brazilian food credentials.”  

“What about you?” she prodded. “What do you do?”  

Mark smirked. “Well… I kinda sing and dance for a living.”  

Luana snorted. “Kinda?”  

“Yep. Sometimes I write songs and pretend I’m good at sports.”  

“Right. And millions of fans watch you do it.”  

He scratched his neck. “Uh… that part’s true.”  

She raised an eyebrow. “Wait—are you serious?”  

Mark pulled up his Instagram—a profile with millions of followers, packed with concert and tour photos.  

Luana blinked, processing.  

“Okay… so you’re actually famous.”  

“A bit,” he shrugged.  

“How have I never heard of you?”  

“You don’t follow K-pop, do you?”  

She shook her head. “Just the basics. So… you’re in a group?”  

“Yeah. But let’s save that for later.”  

She sensed he didn’t want to dwell and let it go.  

“Alright, superstar,” she teased, making him laugh.  

They lingered over lighter topics before heading out. When the cold bit harder, Mark unwrapped his scarf and draped it around her neck.  

“Hey! You’ll freeze.”  

“I’ll survive,” he winked.  

They held each other’s gaze for a beat.  

“I had fun today,” she said.  

“Me too. So… can I see you again?”  

Luana smirked. “Is that a rhetorical question?”  

Mark laughed. “Maybe.”  

On her way home, her phone buzzed.  

Mark: “Think I lost another challenge today.”  

Luana: “Yeah, you fell on the ice. Literally.”  

Mark: “I meant something else.”  

Luana stared at her screen, heart racing.  

She didn’t know where this was going. But she definitely wanted to find out.  

[a-spicy-reader]

"Forbidden Desires"

Synopsis:

Mark waits for the private show from Maya — his girlfriend, his merciless tease. But she sets one rule: he’s only allowed to look.

WC: ~ 800

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

⚠️ Warnings:

lingerie kink, stoner sex, edging/tease & denial, submissive male, oral (m > f), rough sex, praise kink, passionate loss of control, aftercare

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The ember of the joint burned slow between Mark’s fingers, lazy spirals of smoke curling through the warm air of the room. The lights were off. Just candles. An old record played softly somewhere, like it was waiting too.

He lay across the sheets, slack, undone. The smell of weed mixed with melting wax and cheap perfume formed a thick haze around him. Every muscle had melted. But his mind? That was something else. A constant buzzing. Thoughts drifting, images stretching, dragging themselves through his head.

Maya had said she’d give him a show. But he could only watch.

— No touching — she had warned. — Not a finger. Or I stop.

Her voice still echoed in his head, looping like a scratched vinyl.

He felt his cock twitch beneath his sweatshorts. It had been hard since she stepped into the bathroom. Just the thought of her.

And then, she appeared.

Maya stood in the doorway like a mirage — glistening skin, loose hair, eyes burning. The first set was deep red lace, sheer to the edge of indecency. The bra barely covered her nipples. The panties cut high over her thighs. Everything about her was sharp.

Mark held his breath.

She walked toward him slowly, hips swaying in hypnotic waves. The weed blew his senses wide open — every step louder, sexier, more unreal. He could feel the sound, the air, his own skin buzzing just from watching her.

— You high, baby? — she asked, smirking.

He nodded, mouth too dry to answer. His tongue felt stuck to the roof of his mouth.

— Good. More sensitive that way. More vulnerable.

Maya stopped at the foot of the bed and turned in place, showing off. Her hands slid up her sides, cupped her breasts, then ran down her thighs. Her skin looked like it was lit from inside.

Mark trembled. He gripped the sheets. He wanted to touch her. Just once.

— Don’t — Maya said, before he even moved. — Don’t even try.

She changed in the room next door, making noise on purpose. He imagined everything: the click of the clasp, the rustle of fabric, the soft slide of panties down her legs. When she came back, she was in a sheer black slip. No panties. The fabric clung between her legs like it was begging to be pulled.

Mark was falling apart.

— You look so pretty like this — she said, leaning close, almost touching his face. — Hard. Sweaty. Obedient.

He moaned. His head dropped back against the bedframe, eyes flickering. Everything was wet — his mouth, his skin, his underwear. The tension between them tasted metallic in the air.

She danced. Slowly. Hips circling. Fingers gliding over nipples, stomach, thighs. Sometimes she came close enough that he could feel her heat. But never touched.

Then came the final blow.

She came back in a black lace bodysuit, painted onto her. Her breasts pressed tight under the fabric, the slit between her thighs open. The sound of her black heels hitting the floor was final.

Mark groaned loud. His breathing turned ragged. He was trembling.

— Maya... — he whispered. — I’m begging.

She climbed on top of him slowly, straddling his thighs without letting her heat touch him. She rolled her hips once, grinding lightly against the bulge in his shorts.

— You know the rule — she whispered, licking his earlobe. — You break it... I vanish.

But he broke it.

With a guttural growl, Mark grabbed her waist and yanked her down. Their mouths crashed in a hungry, aimless kiss. Teeth, tongue, saliva. Maya tried to resist, but she was already lost.

He flipped her on her back and tore the bodysuit down the middle. The rip echoed like thunder. Maya moaned, eyes rolling back, legs falling open.

Mark buried his face between them without hesitation. His mouth found her clit and latched on like he needed it to breathe. Maya gripped his hair, hips grinding into his face, her moans loud, filthy.

— Fuck, Mark... right there... deeper, fuck...

He obeyed. His tongue drew circles, letters, madness. She unraveled.

And then, Maya screamed. Her back arched, muscles tight. The orgasm hit like a storm — violent, hot, splintering her apart.

Mark moved up and plunged into her in one brutal thrust. She was soaked, open, ready. He bottomed out, their bodies crashing together. Moans mixed with the slap of hips.

The rhythm was savage. No mercy. They collided like they were punishing each other.

— I told you not to touch... — Maya whispered, smirking.

— You drove me insane — he growled.

She dug her nails into his back.

— Then fuck me like you're out of your mind.

And he did.

No pause. No holding back. Until they were both sobbing with pleasure. Until Maya came again, screaming his name like a spell.

Mark couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed in deep and came hard, spilling everything inside her with a raw, broken moan. His body shook. Hers kept pulsing around him.

Their bodies still trembled in silence.

Only breath filled the room — staggered, uneven. Skin stuck where it touched. Too hot to pull apart.

[a-spicy-reader]

Private Invitation

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

Synopsis: In the sultry ambiance of a private room, Selina captivates Johnny and his friends with a tantalizing pole dance. The night takes an unexpected turn when Selina is whisked away for a private engagement

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The dimly lit club buzzed with anticipation as the smooth beats of The Weeknd's “One Of The Girls” began to play. Johnny and the other members of NCT 127 sat in a private room, the thick velvet curtains ensuring their privacy. The soft glow of the lights creates a warm and inviting atmosphere, perfect for the intimate show that is about to begin. They were leaning back on plush sofas, drinks in their hands, the smell of expensive cologne mixing with the subtle scent of the room.

'I feel so empty, I don't feel whole…'

A stunning dancer emerged from the shadows, her movements fluid and hypnotic. As she grabbed the pole, her body moved like liquid poetry, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. Johnny's eyes were fixed on her, unable to look away as she spun effortlessly, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back and catching the light.

The other members of NCT 127 leaned forward, their interest piqued. Jaehyun and Yuta exchanged glances, a mischievous smile playing on their lips as they tossed a few notes to the dancer, appreciating her artistry and allure. The dancer's eyes went to each of them, but always returned to Johnny, her real target.

'Girl, you made me daydream…'

The dancer's hips swayed seductively to the beat of the music. She arched her back, extending one leg into the air, and spun around the pole with a mix of strength and elegance. Her eyes locked with Johnny's, a sensual smile playing on her lips. Johnny felt a magnetic pull toward her, his breath catching in his throat.

'Tell me why you let go, let go…'

Doing a split, she slowly lowered her body to the ground before sliding back up the pole with a smooth, controlled movement. Johnny's eyes never left her, completely entranced. Taeyong sat back, sipping his drink, a satisfied smile on his face. The dancer's gaze would occasionally turn to the other members, teasing them, but it would always return to Johnny.

'We don't need to be in love, no, I don't want to be the only one…'

Walking toward the edge of the stage with a tantalizing sway of her hips, the dancer's eyes remained fixed on Johnny. She reached out and ran a finger along his jaw, sending a shiver down his spine. Doyoung and Mark threw more notes at her, the crisp notes floating to the floor. The atmosphere was electric, the air thick with desire.

'I just want to be one of your girls tonight…'

The dancer returned to the pole for a breathtaking final routine, twisting and turning with hypnotic fluidity. As the song reached its climax, she ended with a dramatic pose, her body glowing under the stage lights. Johnny's eyes followed every movement, his pulse quickening by the second.

'We don't need to be in love, no, I don't want to be the only one…'

As the music faded, she stood up and gave Johnny one last look.

The private room was buzzing with energy as the dancer, Lily, finished picking up the scattered bills. She moved gracefully, collecting the money with practiced ease. The members and Johnny watched her with desire.

As she headed backstage to the makeshift dressing room where the dancers were getting ready, the manager approached her, with urgency in his eyes.

"Selina, wait a moment," he said, stopping her gently. "We have a special request for a private performance."

Selina paused, her curiosity piqued. "I'm booked for another set," she replied, looking at the other dancers.

“It has to be you,” insisted the manager. "They're paying very well. The car is waiting behind the club."

Selina sighed, shaking her head reluctantly. "Okay, but I need a few minutes."

The manager agreed, leaving Selina to freshen up and change. She took her time, touching up her makeup and adjusting her outfit. Once ready, she went to the car, which started smoothly as she entered.

When they arrived at the hotel, a well-dressed man was waiting for her in the lobby. He bowed politely before introducing himself.

“My name is Dong-Hyun,” he said, his voice calm and professional. "I will walk you to your room."

Selina followed Hyun to the designated room. He opened the door for her and stepped aside, allowing her to enter alone. Upon entering, she was greeted by the sight of Johnny standing near the bar, drink in hand. He looked as handsome as she remembered from the club, although she didn't know his name.

"Hello," Johnny said, his voice soft and confident. "I'm glad you made it."

Selina was surprised when she didn't recognize the man in front of her. "I didn't expect that," she admitted, with a hint of surprise in her voice.

Johnny handed her a glass of drink, without taking his eyes off hers. "I was captivated by your performance earlier. I wanted a more private encore."

Selina took a sip of her drink, the warmth spreading through her. "So, you brought me here for a private show?"

Johnny's lips curved into a seductive smile. "Exactly. Dance for me, Selina."

They went to the bedroom, where Johnny sat on the edge of the bed and put on the remix of Beyoncé's "CUFF IT." The music filled the room, setting a sensual tone. Selina began to dance, moving with slow, deliberate steps.

'We're going to ruin the night…' Selina's hips swayed in time to the beat, her hands sliding over her body as she danced. She turned around, pressing her back against Johnny's chest, moving slowly. Johnny's breath hitched as he watched her, mesmerized by her every movement.

'I bet you'll see far away…'

Selina fell to her knees, her hands running up Johnny's thighs as she arched her back. She rose gracefully, her body undulating with the rhythm. She turned to face him, her eyes locked on his as she straddled his lap, her movements slow and teasing.

'Hypnotic…'

Johnny's hands rested on her hips, his fingers digging in lightly as she moved. The heat between them was palpable, the air thick with tension. Selina leaned in, her lips hovering just above his, their breaths mingling.

"You're amazing," Johnny whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"And you're irresistible," Selina replied, her lips brushing his as she spoke.

Her eyes met, the electrical connection. Without another word, Johnny closed the distance, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Selina asked, her voice soft and breathless.

Johnny's eyes were filled with a mixture of desire and curiosity. "I've never been so sure of anything," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again, sealing the moment of connection and passion.

your breath catching in your throat as Johnny's eyes roamed your body. He approached, his presence overwhelming. She couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation.

"Do you always make your requests so extravagant?" Selina teased, her lips curling into a playful smile.

Johnny chuckled softly, his eyes darkening with desire. "Only when someone leaves me speechless, like you did tonight."

Selina's heart skipped a beat at her words. She reached out, tracing a finger along his jaw line. "You don't seem like the type to be easily impressed."

"There's a first time for everything," Johnny replied, his voice low and velvety. He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from hers. "I wanted to see more of you, in an environment where it was just the two of us."

Selina's pulse quickened when she felt the warmth of his breath on her lips. "And now that you have me here, what do you want?"

Johnny's hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer. "I want to know everything about you," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "What motivates you, what you want… and how can I make this night unforgettable."

Selina's eyes closed at the feeling of her touch. She opened them slowly, meeting his intense gaze. "You're already making this unforgettable," she whispered.

Johnny's smile was slow and seductive. "Good. Because I plan to spend time with you." He pulled away slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "But first, tell me something. Why did you start dancing?"

Selina was momentarily surprised by the question. She hesitated, then spoke softly, "It's a form of expression for me. A way of feeling free and alive."

Johnny nodded, looking thoughtful. "I can see that. It's captivating."

Selina's fingers traced the collar of his shirt, with a light, teasing touch. "And you? Why did you come to see me tonight?"

Johnny's hands moved to her waist, a firm touch. "I needed a distraction. Something to take my mind off everything else. And when I saw you… you were the perfect escape."

Selina felt a flutter in her chest at his words. She leaned closer, her lips brushing his as she spoke. "Then let's make this night unforgettable."

Johnny's lips curved into a smile before capturing your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. When they finally separated, they were both out of breath.

She got off his lap and knelt on the bedroom floor, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving his dick pointing at her face. Her lips enveloped him and Johnny ran his hand through her hair, holding it tightly.

Selina held him with both hands and grabbed the head of his cock, sucking lightly as she used her tongue. The softness of her skin along with her smell made her press her lips harder against his dick. She could feel her panties getting wet just hearing a small sigh escape Johnny's lips.

“Lick,” he ordered, his voice a mix of nervousness and desire. Selina ran her tongue over the entire length, licking it slowly and feeling the veins pulsing on her tongue. She moved back to the head and put it in her mouth, sucking slowly. A hot gush flowed between her lips as he had his pre-ejaculate before she even sucked him properly.

She grabbed the base of his dick with one hand and opened her mouth, starting with rhythmic movements. Her hands grabbed her hair and he pushed some more into her mouth. She brought her other hand to his balls, squeezing them gently before returning to the head, running her tongue over them and trying to catch her breath.

A sweet, agonizing moan left her lips. “Oh! Selina,” he murmured as she sucked him. She was stronger, taking him deeper.

She was so horny that she couldn't wait for him to cum right on her face so she could lick up every drop of his cum. His hands were buried in her loose hair, pulling it by the roots tightly, and it felt good to feel like she was being tamed by him in a certain way. She moved her head up and down, looking at him with a teasing look, while she jerked him off with one hand and licked his balls.

She ran her tongue along the thick veins of his cock, turning her head to make sure none of them were left without her saliva. It was getting harder and thicker, and Johnny was no longer pulling her hair any less tightly; he was starting to hurt, as were her knees. But that was the least of it. She kept her eyes glued to Johnny's as she watched him bite his lip.

"Cum," he grunted, holding her head and taking control of the situation, moving his hips uncontrollably and fucking her mouth. She was so excited that she could barely control it all. He dug hard and it was deep, to the point where she had to let go of his hands from his head to breathe for a few seconds, but he didn't care. He pulled her hair and went deep once again. His moans were getting louder and he was howling at it. The only thing that mattered to him was reaching orgasm, just like her. She didn't let go of him and held his balls tightly, caressing the area. She brought her hands to his bare hips and squeezed tightly, moving her lips and tongue frantically with such desperation. She wanted to make him cum; he needed this.

“Oh, Selina!” he said in a desperate tone, his hoarse voice cracking. He pulled her hair harder and squeezed her head harder, going deeper.

The first jet of his cum was so thick that she had to force herself to swallow it. She was as ecstatic as he was. And yet, he didn't stop. He was practically fucking her mouth like nobody's business, his huge cock filling every area of ​​her mouth, digging into her throat. She felt her lungs ask for help, but she still pressed her hips even tighter, scratching that part, extracting what she could and what was left of air.

She felt all his sperm inside her mouth and sucked it, extracting every last drop. His moans were more gratifying than oral sex itself.

Johnny gave her room to take it out of her mouth and take a deep breath as she licked his entire cock until it was clean.

Johnny still hadn't softened after such a turbulent cumshot. He remained standing, starved for sex, and she knew he wanted to feel himself inside her. He was still willing to fuck her like a dog in every way possible; she was sure of it.

His breathing was uneven and that was what she really wanted to see. Damn, she had the taste in her mouth that was missing. She was satisfied even without being touched by him; she sucked him like she was his little slut and was as satisfied as he was.

"I want you, bitch. I want to eat you," he said with some brutality. Reading her, he helped her up from the floor.

Selina stood, her breathing quickening as Johnny's intense gaze met hers. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. She could feel her desire radiating from him in waves.

"And now?" she asked, her voice a low, sensual whisper.

Johnny's lips curved into a slow, mischievous smile. "Now, let's take this to bed."

He carried her to the bed, his hands never leaving her body. When they got there, he gently pushed her down, his eyes dark with lust.

Our lips touch tightly, her tongue enters my mouth starting a strong kiss, I leave her hands on top of her head, keeping them steady while Selina kisses me voraciously.

I slide my left hand up her arm until I reach her breast, a firm grip causing her to bite my bottom lip.

I was hungry!

Breaking the kiss, I see Selina panting, with her mouth open and a smile on her face. I pull her bra down, exposing her breasts. It tortures me, it hallucinates me! Those breasts were asking for me. I hold the left one in her hand, squeezing it tightly, feeling its softness in my fingers. I grab it first, running my tongue over her nipple until I put it in my mouth, sucking slowly. I hear her panting, trying to hold on to the wall.

I move to the other breast, my hand moving down to her panties. I place my hand with difficulty in her panties, and she lifts her hips, helping me lower them with her hands until they are on her knees.

I go back to sucking her breasts, with my hand inside her pussy. That delicious pussy was soaking wet, making my fingers wet as they moved up and down from her lips to her clit. I leave my fingers on her clit, making small movements while she grabs my hair.

I look up and see Selina with her head against the wall, unable to breathe and moan at the same time. I slide to her entrance, putting a finger inside her, I go up and start kissing her neck while I slowly masturbate her.

She holds my shoulders, squeezing tightly, moaning softly for my name.

I kissed her lips again, I missed them so much that I couldn't wait for more. They are addictive!

"I want you," she says between a moan stuck in her throat. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I had been without sex for so long that I was about to cum just from masturbating with Selina.

I take my hand away from her and kneel at her feet, taking off her heels. I take off her panties, throwing them somewhere in that room.

I take off the rest of my pants. Selina was crazy, she wanted it so much that she rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs.

I hold my cock, fitting in from behind. Feeling her vagina swallow him slowly, wet, warm and soft. This makes me roll my eyes. I placed my hands on her breasts, squeezing them as I fucked her slowly, with every torturous second moving in and out.

I couldn't cum now; I wanted to provide her with something that would forever remind her that I am her only man.

I take my dick out of her, turning her body forward. I hold Selina on my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist until she fits back onto my penis. With her back pressed against the wall, she was now moving up and down quickly, being fucked hard, just the way she liked it.

Her breasts in my face, her strong moans, make me slow down before she ends up cumming.

I hold her tightly, carrying her to the bed. I laid Selina down facing me, with her legs around my waist. I stay on top of her body.

It was a masterpiece! The most beautiful art I have ever seen in my entire life. The smudged lipstick, the completely sweaty body and that thirsty look. I was crazy about her.

Selina gives me a smile, kisses me a few times before we fuck again. She whispers

Her breasts in my face, her strong moans, it makes me slow down before she ends up cumming.

I hold her tightly, taking her to the bed, I lay Selina facing me, with her legs around my waist. I stay on top of her body.

It was a masterpiece! The most beautiful art I had seen in my entire life. The smudged lipstick, the completely sweaty body and that thirsty look. I was crazy about her.

Selina gives me a smile, kisses me a few times before we fuck again. She whispers to me "harder" equivalent to 9 times, she cums on my dick in the meantime.

While I fuck her, looking into her eyes, keeping those images That's how I would remember Selina, rocking a bed, moaning my name and cumming on my dick.

It doesn't take long until I cum inside her and fall over her body, I look for her lips once again as a point of support. I don't take my dick out of her until it softens.

I rest my head on her shoulder, close my eyes until I fall asleep

[a-spicy-reader]

The meeting at the gym

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

Synopsis:

Jeno always preferred the gym in the late afternoon, when he could focus on his workouts without distractions. However, his peaceful routine is interrupted when he notices Leah, a confident woman dedicated to exercise.

Jeno was at the gym, pushing himself through another intense workout. He preferred to arrive late in the afternoon, when the place was almost empty, allowing him to focus on the routine. This night was no different, with just a few people scattered around the gym. Energizing rap music played in his headphones, fueling determination in him as he moved from one exercise to the next, his muscles burning with the effort.

During one of his sessions, Jeno noticed a woman training on the other side of the room. She was impressive, with a confident air that caught his attention. Her toned body moved with grace and strength as she navigated her routine. Jeno found himself looking at her more often than he'd like to admit. He began timing his workouts to coincide with hers, hoping to muster up the courage to talk to her.

Four days passed and Jeno's curiosity only increased. He watched her lift weights, run on the treadmill, and even stretch, appreciating her dedication. He decided that tonight would be the night he finally performed. When she finished her presentation and went to the water fountain, Jeno saw her chance.

He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead and approached her. "Hey," he said, offering a friendly smile. "I've been seeing you around here a lot. You have a pretty intense workout routine."

She looked at him, her eyes meeting his. "Yes, I think so," she replied with a smile. "By the way, my name is Leah."

"Nice to meet you, Leah. My name is Jeno." He held out his hand, which she shook firmly. "Do you mind if I join you for a bit? I could use some tips."

Leah laughed. "Sure, why not? I'm always happy to help a fellow gym-goer."

They spent the next hour working out together, exchanging tips and stories. Jeno was attracted to her confidence and easygoing nature. When they finished the last set, Jeno decided to take a risk.

“Hey, Leah,” he said, his voice a little more serious. "Would you like to get a drink or something after this? I'd love to get to know you better."

Leah raised an eyebrow, a playful smile appearing on her lips. "Sure, Jeno. But I have a better idea. How about we skip the drinks and go to my house? It's right around the corner."

Jeno's heart skipped a beat. "That sounds perfect."

They left the gym together, walking the short distance to Leah's apartment. The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken understanding passing between them. When they arrived, Leah unlocked the door and led Jeno inside.

"Make yourself at home," she said, taking off her shoes. "I'll get us some water."

Jeno nodded, looking around the cozy apartment. It was simple yet elegant, much like Leah herself. She returned with two glasses of water, handing one to him. They sat on the couch, the air thick with expectation.

Leah took a sip of water and placed the glass on the coffee table. "So, Jeno, what brings you to the gym at this time?"

Jeno shrugged, trying to look casual. "I like the silence. Plus, it's a good way to relax after a long day."

Leah nodded, her gaze intense. "I get it. It's my favorite time to work out too."

There was a moment of silence, then Leah approached. "You know, Jeno, I could tell you were watching me the last few days."

Jeno felt a blush creep up his neck. "Was I that obvious?"

Leah smiled. "A little. But I didn't mind. In fact, I thought it was kind of flattering."

Jeno's heart skipped a beat. "Really?"

“Really,” Leah said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And now that I have you here, I don't want to waste any more time."

She leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Jeno responded immediately, his hands going to her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was hungry, filled with a mutual need that neither of them bothered to hide.

Leah's hands roamed her body, feeling the hard muscles beneath her shirt. Jeno's hands did the same, exploring your curves with a sense of urgency. They separated briefly, both breathing heavily.

"Here?" Jeno asked, looking around the room.

"Here," Leah confirmed, her eyes dark with desire.

Jeno didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled her to the couch, arranging them both so they were sitting. He kissed her body, taking the time to appreciate every inch of her skin. Leah's breath hitched when he reached her core, his mouth hovering just above hers.

He looked at her, their eyes locking. "I want to taste you," he murmured.

Leah's eyes darkened with desire. "So do it."

Jeno didn't wait. He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. Leah's back arched, a moan escaping her lips as he began to pleasure her with his mouth. The hands Jeno grabbed her thighs, holding her in place as he worked his tongue, exploring every fold and crevice.

Leah's hands went to his hair, tugging gently as she lost herself in the sensation. Jeno's tongue moved expertly, bringing her closer to the edge with each passing second. He could feel her getting wet, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Jeno," she panted, her voice shaking. "I'm so close."

He didn't give up, her movements became more intense as he pushed her closer and closer to her climax. Leah's moans grew louder, her body tensed as she teetered on the edge. With one final, skillful flick of her tongue, he brought her to the edge.

Leah screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. Jeno continued to please her, prolonging her climax until she was a trembling, panting mess beneath him. Only then did he pull away, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Leah looked up at him, her eyes still cloudy with pleasure. "Fuck, Jeno. That was amazing."

"I'm not done yet," he replied, his voice full of promise.

He kissed her body back, positioning himself between her legs. Leah opened her thighs wider, inviting him in. Jeno aligned himself with her entrance, his tip teasing her slick folds.

"Prepare?" he asked, his voice husky with need.

"Yes," Leah breathed. "I want you."

Jeno didn't wait any longer. He thrust into her, burying himself deep in her heat. They both moaned at the sensation, the connection between them was electric. Jeno set a steady, intense rhythm, his hips moving with purpose.

Leah's hands gripped her shoulders, her nails digging into her skin. "Fuck, Jeno. You feel so good."

"You're so tight," he moaned, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. "So perfect."

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the room filled with the sounds of her pleasure. Jeno's pace quickened, his need for release growing with each passing moment. Leah's moans stimulated him, his body responding to his every touch.

As they got closer to climax, Jeno's thrusts became more frantic, his control slipping. "I'm close," he panted, his voice strained.

"Me too," Leah gasped, her body tensing around him.

With one final, powerful thrust, Jeno reached his peak, pulling out at the last moment to spill his seed into her belly. Leah's orgasm followed almost immediately, her cries of pleasure mixing with his as they rode the waves of her climax together.

Jeno sat back, breathing heavily and covered in a sheen of sweat. Leah was lying beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "That was...amazing," she said softly.

Jeno smiled, turning his head to look at her. "Yes it was."

They lay there in comfortable silence, their bodies still vibrating from the intensity of the encounter.

Leah stirred, a playful gleam in her eyes. "I think we need a shower," she said, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Jeno smiled. "I think you are right."

They got up from the couch, Leah leading the way to the bathroom. The water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the sweat and tension from their intense training and passionate encounter.

Jeno pressed Leah against the shower wall, his lips finding hers in a heated kiss. The steam enveloped them, increasing the feeling of intimacy. His hands roamed her wet skin, exploring every curve and contour.

Leah moaned into her mouth, her hands sliding down his back to cup his ass, pulling him closer. "Jeno," she whispered, her voice full of desire.

“You’re insatiable,” Jeno joked, biting your neck.

"You loved it," Leah replied, her nails lightly scratching his back.

Jeno's only response was a grunt of approval. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around her waist as he positioned himself at her entrance once again. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her again, both of them moaning at the sensation.

The shower only increased their excitement, the hot water cascading over their bodies as they moved together. Jeno held Leah tightly, supporting her weight as he thrust into her, each movement more intense than the last.

Leah's back arched against the cold tile, her hands gripping Jeno's shoulders for support. "Yes, Jeno," she panted, her voice echoing in the small space. "Just like that."

Jeno's grip tightened on your hips, his pace quickening as he felt the familiar pleasure building inside him.

Their bodies moved in sync, the sound of their skin slapping together mixing with the steady pitter-patter of the water. Jeno's thrusts became more urgent, his control slipping as he neared climax.

max. Leah's moans grew louder, stimulating him, her body clenching around him as she reached her peak.

With one final, powerful thrust, Jeno buried himself deep inside her, her release hitting her.

him with an overwhelming intensity. Leah screamed, her orgasm washing over her as she clung to him, her nails digging into his skin. They rode the waves of their climax together, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks.

Jeno placed his forehead against Leah's, both of them panting. "That was…amazing," he murmured, his voice full of wonder.

Leah smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "Yes it was."

They lay there for a moment, letting the water wash over them as they caught their breath. Jeno slowly placed Leah on the floor, his hands on her hips. She looked up at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Do you think you can keep up with me, Jeno?" she teased, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

Jeno chuckled, his hands sliding up to cup her face. "I think I can," he replied, kissing her softly.

They finished their shower, washing each other with gentle, lingering touches. Once they were clean, they went outside and dried themselves, the steam still hanging in the air around them. Leah wrapped herself in a towel, her eyes never leaving Jeno's.

"I don't normally do this," she admitted, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. "But there's something about you, Jeno."

Jeno smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of damp hair behind his ear. "I feel the same way, Leah. I'm glad we met."

Leah leaned into her touch, closing her eyes briefly. "Me too."

They put it on, and the previous tension was replaced by a new sense of intimacy. Jeno followed Leah into the living room, where they settled on the couch, their bodies still vibrating with the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Leah snuggled against him, resting his head on her shoulder. "And now?" she asked, her voice soft.

Jeno wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. “Now, we see where this goes,” he said, a smile appearing on her lips. "One day at a time."

Leah smiled, her eyes meeting his. "I like the sound of that."

As the night progressed, they talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughter. The connection they felt was undeniable and Jeno knew this was just the beginning of something special.

The night deepened Jeno and Leah remained entwined on the couch, their breathing synchronized in the comfortable silence that settled over them. The soft glow of the room's lamps casts a warm, intimate light on their relaxed forms.

Jeno looked at the clock on the wall and sighed softly. "I should probably start getting ready to go," he said, his voice tinged with reluctance.

Leah squeezed him tighter, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his skin. "Do you really need it?" he asked, his tone was a mix of hope and disappointment.

Jeno smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yes, I have an early morning tomorrow. But tonight was perfect, Leah."

Leah nodded, understanding but wishing they had more time together. "It really was. I'm glad I finally talked to you."

"Do you want to meet again?" Jeno asked, his eyes searching for her confirmation.

Leah smiled warmly. "Absolutely. I want to see where this goes."

Jeno leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. "Good evening, Leah."

"Good evening, Jeno," she replied, his smile lighting up her face as he walked out into the hallway.

Leah watched her until she disappeared around the corner, then closed the door and leaned against it, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips.

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The next few days passed in a blur of anticipation. Jeno and Leah texted each other constantly, their conversations were filled with fun banter and shared excitement about their upcoming date. Finally, they agreed to meet again at Leah's apartment, eager to pick up where they left off.

When Jeno arrived at Leah's house, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, inviting glow over the city. Leah greeted him at the door, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Hey," she said, pulling him into a hug. "In between."

Jeno followed her inside, feeling the familiar rush of excitement upon noticing her presence. They settled on the couch, the same place where their intimacy had begun.

"So what have you been up to?" Leah asked, her eyes fixed on his.

"I'm just thinking about you," Jeno admitted with a smile. "And counting the days until I can see you again."

Leah laughed softly, her cheeks flushing with heat. "I've been thinking about you too."

They talked for a while, sharing stories and laughs, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment. As the conversation calmed down, Leah stood up and

stretched out his hand.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," she suggested, her voice full of anticipation.

Jeno's heart skipped a beat as he took her hand and followed her

[a-spicy-reader]

THE SHOW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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Synopsis Behind the scenes of "The Show," a makeup artist and host Xiaojun engage in a game of teasing and desire. When tensions reach their breaking point, backstage work will never be the same again.

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The studio of “The Show” was bustling with activity, as always. As the makeup artist on the team, Mia had grown accustomed to the frenetic pace. But ever since Xiaojun started hosting the show, the routine felt a little… different.

That Monday, as Mia was touching up one of the guest's makeup, she felt a heavy gaze on her back. Turning discreetly, she saw Xiaojun leaning against the wardrobe bench, watching her with that smirk that seemed to be keeping secrets.

"Something wrong?" Mia asked, arching her eyebrows.

"No, nothing," he replied casually. "I just thought you were more focused than usual today."

"Is that bad?"

"Not at all. Focus is sexy," he said, winking before walking away.

Mia rolled her eyes but felt the heat rise up her neck. He was always like this – carefree, charismatic, with a charm that seemed tailor-made to unsettle.

On Tuesday, he was sitting in the makeup chair, as he did before every broadcast. When Mia approached with the brush, he smiled, tilting his head slightly.

“Are you going to make me look pretty today?” Xiaojun teased, his eyes fixed on hers through the reflection in the mirror.

“That would be impossible,” Mia replied, feigning indifference.

“Impossible because I’m already handsome?” He arched one of his striking eyebrows, the movement making Mia's stomach churn. She laughed softly. “Impossible because even makeup can’t do miracles.”

He laughed, but there was something else in the way he looked at Mia at that moment – ​​a challenge. She tried to ignore it, focusing on her work, but the tension between them seemed to grow with each touch of the brush on his skin.

Later that day, he appeared in the dressing room while Mia was packing her things. “Did you forget something?” she asked, not even looking at him.

“No. I just wanted to say that I liked your answer earlier. But… I still think you think I’m handsome.” He moved closer, standing close enough that Mia could smell his perfume – fresh, yet woody.

She pushed him lightly, laughing. “Good night, Xiaojun.”

By Wednesday, the game between them had already reached another level. During lunch break, he walked past the corner where Mia was sitting, scrolling through her phone.

“You look tired. Want some coffee?”

“No, thanks.”

“Are you sure? Because I have enough energy to cheer you up,” he said, bending down slightly so that their faces were level.

“You really think all your pick-up lines work, huh?” Mia teased.

“Com você, ainda não sei. Mas estou gostando de tentar.” Ele piscou e foi embora, deixando-a com um sorriso involuntário.

Mais tarde, enquanto retocava a maquiagem antes do show começar, ele segurou a mão de Mia por um segundo a mais enquanto ela ajustava o delineador em seus olhos. "Suas mãos são sempre tão firmes?"

“Only at work,” she replied, trying to keep her tone professional.

“Then I need to see you outside of here to find out how they look.”

Mia let out a short laugh, but the impact of his comment lasted much longer.

On Thursday, the tension reached its peak. Since the morning, the gazes between you and Xiaojun had been charged. He would lean a little closer when he spoke to you, and you could feel the heat growing with each interaction.

By the end of the day, the studio was almost empty. Mia was organizing her materials when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she found Xiaojun, already without his blazer, his white shirt slightly open, his striking eyebrows arched in an amused look.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked, casually.

“No.”

“Then why do you seem so nervous when I’m around?”

“You’re imagining things,” Mia replied, but her voice wasn’t as firm as she would have liked.

He laughed, leaning even closer. “I’m sure I’m not.”

He leaned against the makeup cart, so close that Mia could feel the heat of his body. His fingers brushed lightly against the edge of the table behind her, and his breath, warm and rhythmic, touched her skin.

“Three days,” he began, his voice low and husky. “Three days of you driving me crazy with this game. But if you want me to stop now, just tell me.”

Mia didn’t say anything. It was as if the words had been ripped from her throat. Instead, her fingers instinctively gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. He chuckled softly, but there was something different about the sound now. It wasn’t playful or teasing—it was something darker, thick with anticipation.

“I knew it,” he murmured, his eyes boring into hers. He tilted his head, his lips inches from hers, but he didn’t kiss her right away. Xiaojun wanted to savor every moment, watch her every reaction.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered again, almost like a challenge.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Mia finally managed to say, her voice coming out huskier than she expected.

It was like a signal. In one swift movement, he turned her around so that her back was to the mirror, pressing his body against hers. His heat was almost unbearable, and the strength with which he held her was a clear reminder of who was in control at that moment.

His fingers slid down the curve of her hip, up the side of her body as he pressed his lips against her neck. He started slowly, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin, each touch sending waves of heat that made her entire body react.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” he said between kisses. His voice was so low that Mia almost didn’t hear it, but the weight of his words was undeniable.

His hands began to explore, sliding down her thighs until they reached the hem of her dress. He pulled it up slowly, his fingers tracing patterns on her exposed skin, while his eyes, reflected in the mirror, were fixed on hers.

“Look at us,” he ordered, his voice firm.

Mia tried to look away, but he held her face, forcing her to look at the reflection. “I want you to see what you do to me.”

Looking into the mirror, she saw the intensity on his face, his lips parted and his eyes dark with desire. He slid one hand around her waist, while the other gripped her thighs tightly, making it clear that there was no more room for resistance – not that she wanted to resist.

Xiaojun leaned forward, pressing his hips against her. The movement drew a low moan from her lips, and he smiled, satisfied. “I knew you liked this game,” he murmured, his fingers finally reaching the delicate fabric of her panties.

He pulled them aside, the teasing touch eliciting an involuntary gasp from her. “You’re wet,” he commented, his voice almost a growl. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

His fingers began to play with Mia’s clit, movements precise and calculated. Her body arched involuntarily against him, and a cocky grin appeared on Xiaojun’s face. “Like this,” he encouraged, his breath coming in short pants.

When Mia tried to turn towards him, overcome by an impulse to see him closer, Xiaojun held her hips firmly, keeping her in place. “Stay like this. I want to see you in the mirror while I make you cum.”

His movements became faster, more intense, as her body reacted wildly to his touch. Her moans filled the small dressing room, muffled only by the sound of Xiaojun’s heavy breathing in her ear.

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” he teased, biting her earlobe lightly. Mia nodded frantically, unable to form any coherent words.

When her climax finally hit, it was like an overwhelming wave that stole all the air from her lungs. Her muscles trembled under his touch, and Xiaojun continued until he was sure she had enjoyed every second of it.

Xiaojun remained against the closed door, his eyes fixed on Mia, as if he was still absorbing every moment of what had just happened. His breathing was heavy, but a slow smile began to form. “You have no idea what you just started,” he murmured, taking a step forward.

“You’re shaking,” he commented, his voice low and teasing. “I’ve barely started.”

Mia tried to regain her composure, but the desire was still palpable. Xiaojun reached out, lightly touching her chin to lift her face. “You know this isn’t going to stop here, right?” he said, his voice a husky whisper. “Every time I see you, it’s a reminder of what I want. And right now… I want it all.”

She shifted, trying to regain control, but his gaze burned, promising more than words could say. He stopped beside her, his fingers running lightly down her arm, sending shivers down her skin.

“Finish your work,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “but this conversation… is not over.”

With one last piercing look, Xiaojun opened the door and walked out, leaving the space empty but still filled with the energy of the moment.

[a-spicy-reader]

kiss

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

I saw this picture of him and I needed to write something to express my desire to devour his mouth 🥺🥺

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Synopsis

While Doyoung and Jaehyun converse in the room, Jungwoo uses the distraction to his advantage: between bites, kisses and hands that get lost under clothes, he challenges Siena to stay quiet. But one moan, one step too close to the door, and the two members will find out what happens in the room.

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Pull me dangerously I've gotten myself in too deep So I can't control it, no It feels so good Soft mood, baby Y-U-S-L-I-P-S, your lips Kiss, throw your logic away I wanna kiss your lips ♪

The room is dimly lit, the faint glow filtered through closed curtains, and the slightly open door lets in the distant murmur of voices from the living room. Jungwoo lies on his side, arm outstretched in invitation, and Siena settles against him, their legs tangling under the thin blanket. His hand slides from her waist to her hip bone, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing every curve.

The kiss starts unhurried: he tilts his face, his full lips meeting hers with a softness that twists her stomach. It’s a hypnotic rhythm—pressure, retreat, return—while his fingers toy with the hem of her shirt, lifting it just enough for their skin to brush in teasing flashes.

When Siena arches her back instinctively, he seizes the moment, rolling over her and propping himself up on his elbows. His smile is mischievous, but his eyes are dark, locked on her swollen lips. Without a word, he trails his mouth down to her neck, kisses so light they feel accidental, and she buries her hands in his soft hair, tugging hard enough to draw a muffled groan from him.

Jungwoo’s breath quickens, warm against her shoulder, as his leg slips between hers, pressing just enough to make her clench her teeth. His free hand traces a fiery path from her knee up her thigh, stopping short of the edge of her shorts, while his mouth explores her collarbone with calculated nips. She squirms, and he silences her with his palm over her lips.

“Shh…,” he breathes, his face so close their lashes brush. His body is hot, tense, yet every movement remains painstakingly slow—as if each touch is a promise postponed. His tongue traces her jawline before returning to her lip, sucking with an intensity that makes her legs shake.

Outside, a loud laugh echoes. Jungwoo freezes, muscles tensing. His eyes widen, flashing that familiar boyish panic, before his smile returns, sharper, more defiant. He lowers his head to her chest, listening to her racing heartbeat, and murmurs against her shirt: “…Want me to stop?”

Siena answers by yanking his hair, dragging his mouth back to hers in a messy, desperate kiss. He groans softly, his grip tightening on her waist, and the world fades until all that’s left is the heat, his weight, and the thrilling fear that the door might creak open any second.

Jungwoo’s warm palm glides from Siena’s waist to her abdomen, fingers pressing lightly as if mapping her skin. He pauses at the dip of her ribs, thumb circling hypnotically, while his mouth trails wet, searing kisses down her neck. She arches involuntarily, and he takes advantage, sliding his hand to the outside of her thigh, gripping with a possessive reverence.

“…Jungwoo…,” she whispers, but he swallows her warning with a deep kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with agonizing slowness. Her fingers twist into the sheets as his hand drifts back up her side, fingers digging into the tense muscles there, squeezing like he wants to feel every shiver.

Then he finds the spot behind her ear. His lips close over it, sucking insistently, and a hoarse gasp escapes her—too loud. Jungwoo goes still, eyes wide, and she slaps a hand over her mouth. He doesn’t hesitate: his teeth sink into the soft flesh of her shoulder, a punishment without mercy. The whimper she stifles against her arm blooms into heat low in her stomach.

“You like playing with danger, don’t you?” he rasps against the mark, his hand slipping beneath her to grip her spine. His fingers press into each vertebra, counting them one by one, until he cradles her neck, reclaiming control. His kisses turn filthy, his tongue painting wicked patterns against hers.

A chair scrapes the floor outside. Footsteps approach the door. Jungwoo tears away with a wet sound, breath ragged, and rolls to his side, yanking the blanket over them. But his hand doesn’t stop—it slides down her arm, lacing his fingers with hers, squeezing tightly as the doorknob rattles.

“Stay quiet…,” he orders, his face buried in her hair, lips grazing her temple. His heart races against her back, and she feels his smirk form against her skin when Jaehyun grumbles something and walks away.

The moment the footsteps fade, Jungwoo’s hand returns to her waist, pulling her closer. “Next time…,” he whispers, nipping her earlobe, “I won’t hold back.”

[a-spicy-reader]

FRIST DATE

Synopsis

All Luana wanted was to go out and relax, have a drink and, who knows, have a good conversation. She just didn't expect that this conversation would be with Mark Lee, a K-pop idol.

Amidst casual encounters, shared laughter and a connection that grows every day, they find themselves caught between the euphoria of what they are experiencing and the uncertainty of what is to come. After all, Mark will soon need to return to Korea Is it worth giving yourself over to something that could end so quickly? Or are some stories worth living, even without guarantees?

First, you crashed into my life and you just broke My roof and my window, girl, you had me shook ♪

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mark x fem!reader

GENRE — fluff, slowburn, humor, idol au,

English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes.

yes I put my country in history 😅

[1] First Date • [2] Second Date • [3] Third Date • [4] Fourth Date • [5] Fifth Date • [6] Sixth Date • [7] Discovery

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It was a winter night, and the perfect weather seemed like an invitation for something special. A light breeze ruffled the leaves on the trees in front of the small café called “Aurora,” which was lit by delicate fairy lights hanging from the branches. Mark had gone out with Lucas to relax after a busy week, while she, Luana, had been dragged by her friend Chloe for a “casual night of relaxation.” Neither of them imagined that this night would be different from any other.

Luana had a presence that naturally caught the eye. Her curly hair framed her face gracefully, highlighting her features and the serene intensity of her gaze.

When she smiled, there was something almost mesmerizing, a mix of sweetness and confidence that made anyone around her want to know more about her.

Mark, on the other hand, exuded a light and genuine energy, like a calm breeze on a busy day. He had a way of transforming any interaction into something special, making people feel unique, as if he were completely present in that moment.

Inside the café, the tables were spread out in a spacious manner, and the space was decorated with rustic details and old photos of Toronto. There was a small band playing live jazz, creating the perfect setting for carefree conversations.

Luana was sitting near the bar with her friend, laughing about something while holding a cup of chamomile tea with honey.

Mark, on the other side of the room, was chatting with his friends, but he was unable to ignore the sound of Luana's laughter.

There was something mesmerizing about her. He didn't know exactly what it was, but he felt an urge to get to know her.

When their eyes finally met, it was as if the rest of the world disappeared for a moment.

"Mark, did you hear what I said?" Lucas asked, laughing. Mark blinked, bringing himself back to reality, but not before giving Luana a smile.

She noticed and smiled back at him, curious.

“I’m going to get another drink,” he said, standing up and walking toward the bar. Luana watched as he approached, feeling an unexpected curiosity grow inside her.

“Are you staring at him or am I imagining things?” she teased her friend. Luana rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her small smile.

When Mark arrived at the bar, they exchanged another glance, and he took advantage of the opportunity.

“Is the tea here as good as it looks or is it just an act?” he asked, with a playful smile.

Luana laughed, surprised by his approach. “It depends. Do you like sweet and calming tea or do you prefer something stronger?”

“I think calming suits the mood, don’t you think?” Mark replied, leaning slightly on the bar.

“Then you’ll love it. But you have to promise not to blame the tea if you end up feeling too zen.” Luana blinked, while he laughed.

“I promise. But maybe you need to convince me better of that.” “Can I sit with you guys?” Mark asked, pointing to the empty chair next to her.

“Sure, but I warn you that you’re going to be bombarded with bad jokes. We’re in an informal competition here.”

“That sounds like a challenge I’m willing to accept.” He pulled out the chair, and that was how the conversation began.

“You have a funny accent,” Mark commented, tilting his head as he studied Luana. “Where are you from?”

“I’m from Brazil,” she replied with a smile, seeing his eyes light up.

“Really? Brazil is amazing,” he said enthusiastically, leaning his arms on the table.

“Have you been there?” she asked, suspicious but amused.

“Yes. A few times for work, actually,” Mark replied, but without the tone of someone trying to impress. He sounded sincere, as if he was remembering special moments. “I love the energy there. Everything seems so alive.”

Luana narrowed her eyes, assessing him. “Oh, I get it. It’s the classic: ‘I was treated well and now I’m a number one fan.’”

He laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Okay, I admit that being treated well helps. But there's more to it than that. Like, I remember the first time I went to an outdoor market. The colors, the smells, the music... it seemed like everything had a soul. I even bought some sweets that I didn't even know the name of, but they were amazing."

She smiled, impressed. "Well, at least you didn't start with 'I love feijoada and soccer.'"

"Why would I say that?" he joked, crossing his arms. "I prefer cheese bread, and if it's soccer, only if they teach me the rules first."

"See? It's going well," Luana said, amused. "But I'll warn you: real Brazilians know how to dance samba. Are you ready for that?"

Mark leaned forward with a mischievous smile. "Look, I can even try. But I'll need a patient teacher. Do you know where I can find one?"

Luana arched an eyebrow, pretending to consider. "Maybe... if you're really convincing, I'll consider your case."

"Challenge accepted," he replied, laughing.

The conversation flowed as if they had known each other for years. They talked about everything from music to dream trips. Luana told him about her passion for art and how she loved to draw portraits of people and places that inspired her. Mark talked about how he loved writing songs and how he found it fascinating to transform emotions into melodies.

“So basically, you transform feelings into images, and I transform them into sounds. We’re the perfect creative team,” he joked, making Luana smile.

“It seems that way. But I bet you’re terrible at drawing.”

“I admit I’m terrible. You’d probably cry if you saw my doodles.”

They laughed, and the band began to play a slower tune, creating an even more welcoming atmosphere. For a moment, they just looked at each other, a comfortable silence settling in as the rest of the café seemed to disappear again.

“You’re easy to talk to,” Luana said, breaking the silence. “You seem to have a gift for making people feel at ease.”

“I was going to say the same about you. It’s rare to find someone with whom the conversation just flows like that.”

Their friends eventually realized they were being overwhelmed and decided to give them space. Luana and Mark barely noticed when they were alone, completely immersed in each other’s energy.

“Okay, tell me something that almost no one knows about you,” Mark said, leaning a little closer, his curiosity evident.

Luana thought for a moment before answering: “I’m incredibly afraid of heights, but I dream of flying in a balloon one day. It’s weird, I know.”

"It's not weird. It's brave," Mark said with a smile that was both encouraging and playful.

"Facing something that scares you is amazing. Who knows, maybe one day you'll make that dream come true. Maybe I'll be there to support you..."

He paused dramatically, leaning forward slightly before adding, with an amused glint in his eyes: "...you know, I'm Spider-Man."

Luana laughed, shaking her head as she crossed her arms. "Oh, so you're Spider-Man now?"

Mark nodded, shrugging theatrically, which made

Luana laugh even harder. "Okay, Peter Parker," she said, still laughing.

"And you? What do few people know about you?"

"I write song lyrics like they're diaries. It's how I get it all out when the words won't come out loud. I think my head would be a mess if I didn't do that."

"That's beautiful," she said, her voice soft.

"You have a special way of seeing the world, and it shows."

They spent hours talking, losing track of time.

The waiter passed by the table, collecting the empty plates and leaving the place with an air of farewell, but neither of them seemed ready to leave.

"So, did you always want to live here in Canada?" Mark asked, breaking the silence that had begun to form.

Luana thought for a moment. "Not exactly. Coming here was kind of... a push from life. I wanted to try something new, you know? See the world in a different way."

"And did you manage to do that?"

"I'm still figuring it out," she replied with a smile that seemed to hold as many stories as doubts. "But I confess it's not easy. I miss home a lot."

"What do you miss the most?" he asked, genuinely interested.

"Besides the food?" She laughed, but soon became serious. "I think it's the way everything seems more... close. People in Brazil have this way of always making you feel part of something, even if it's only for a few minutes."

Mark nodded, his gaze fixed on hers. "That explains a lot about you."

"What do you mean?"

"You have that way too. Ever since we started talking, it feels like I've known you for a lot longer. Like... I don't know, it's easy to be around you."

Luana looked away for a moment, a slight smile appearing as she processed the compliment. "Are you trying to be charming, are you?"

"I'm not trying," he replied, laughing. "It's just true."

She laughed, shaking her head. "You really know what to say, huh?"

"I swear it's not planned," he replied, his hands raised, feigning innocence.

"I guess tonight wasn't exactly what any of us planned," Mark commented, looking at her with a smile.

"Definitely not. But I wouldn't change a thing," Luana replied.

They stood up when they realized the café was starting to empty. They walked together to the door, and the cool night air enveloped them as soon as they stepped out.

"So where are you going now?" he asked, shoving his hands in his coat pockets as he looked at her.

"I'm going to take the subway. It's easier for me."

"Want some company until then?"

Luana looked at him, surprised, but also amused. "Don't you have anything better to do than escort someone to the subway?"

"Maybe," he said with a smile. "But I don't think there's anything I'd rather be doing right now."

She shook her head, laughing. "Okay, Parker."

"Parker?" he asked, confused.

"You know... Peter Parker. Spider-Man? Offering help and all. Don't tell me I need to explain that."

Mark gave her a mischievous smile. "Oh, sure. Well, you've never seen me and Spider-Man in the same place, have you?"

Luana laughed, shaking her head. "Okay, Spider-Man. Just don't forget that, in Brazil, we're not easily impressed."

"I'll keep that in mind," he replied, laughing along with her.

When they reached the entrance to the station, the moment to say goodbye came with a naturalness that seemed almost unfair. Neither of them seemed to want to leave.

"It was fun," Mark said, looking at her with a smile that seemed to carry more than just words.

"It was," Luana replied, feeling the heat of the moment spread through her chest.

He hesitated for a moment before asking, "So... was this a date or...?" "I don't know," she replied, tilting her head.

"What do you think?" "I think it should be the first one,

" he said, smiling, but with a slight insecurity that only made him more charming.

She laughed, biting her lip for a moment before answering, "Maybe I agree."

"So is it a yes to the next one?"

"It is a yes," she said, and they exchanged phone numbers before walking downstairs with one last smile, leaving Mark standing there, still smiling as if he had just won something he didn't even know he wanted so much.

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It was so cool that it could have more

[a-spicy-reader]

Sativa

Synopsis: Lee SooHyuk raises his heavy eyes, the black cap covers him a little and it bothers you. The man places his palm in front of the cigarette and lights it the first time his finger rolls around the lighter. The first drag is strong, he bites in, letting the smoke penetrate his lungs for a few seconds and then slowly releasing it.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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The beat of the music numbs your ears as you peek through the gap in the curtain at the number of people that night. A packed house, no other girl was at your level when it came to entertainment and it was exactly for this reason that there were two security guards in front of the stage so that no guy would touch you.

The limits are established between touching the garter attached to the thigh and the panties tight inside the ass, practically invisible when standing. Her heels click against the floor as the name is announced and the screams intensify like a choir.

You didn't dream of being a stripper when you were younger, you didn't want to have that life for so long… that was the thought you walked through the front door of Holy Girls Night.

The first time on stage seemed scary and you felt like giving up everything, but it was that guy who looked at your show and said: — You'll be the best in this place, I have no doubt.

The tone of voice was as deep as thunder, that statement sounded like a prophecy. It didn't take more than nine months for Cheryl to be the best-known name in all the nightclubs in Los Angeles.

The transformation happened on stage when the white light on your face meets the spotlights that illuminate the pole, the noise around you doesn't intimidate you and you become the woman that all those men would like to take home.

Such a short dress without any staging, her bare back amidst her hair loose in curls that reach the top of her ass, she smells her own perfume exhale and likes it, she feels the vibration of the sound pulsate in her body and begins dancing slowly to the beats of the chosen song.

The first turn around the pole makes you see your audience from the front, not smile. Just see them as they really are, a shower of money. Sensual music plays in the background, concentrated on the beat as you walk in front of the catwalk and go down to the first man who looks mesmerized at your thighs, squats with his legs squeezed together and rolls as if he were on top of a dick. The first notes start to be played on top of her without so much effort.

A delicious and exorbitant euphoria grew in your chest, the feeling that there was no woman in the world who was as hot as you. She gets on all fours with her ass stuck out towards them, rolls slowly and then gets up, moving her hands from her ankles until she reaches her thighs.

She turned around and placed her hands on the hem of the silver dress she was wearing, moving her hands up her body and grabbing her breasts. The euphoric screams increase when she puts her fingers on the curve of her neck and pulls the metal strip that holds that piece of cloth that she called a dress.

At the exact moment the piece falls onto your acrylic platform sandals, money rains down like a storm outside. The breasts were completely exposed, with only the nipples covered with a small silver sticker. The panties are so small that they barely cover your crotch and yet you don't care about that, you love and vibrate with every scream of your name, with all the nasties that could say… it's exciting. Being hot turned you on, you know you're too good not to be a pure exhibitionist.

Among familiar faces, the man in the black cap is near the bar, you can barely see him due to the reflection of the lights. But, his golden chain shines among the others, his presence is marked as usual. Every Friday he would be there, watching his work from afar.

This encourages her to be much more provocative, makes her want to be the devil in the heads of all those men. I wanted to turn them inside out every time I spun around on the pole, slowly climb up letting them see my ass, use my body weight to float one foot behind the other, walking on air while my hands are firmly holding the post. The sensuality increases when it rises to the top and quickly descends, reaching half of it, with the legs around it, grabbing it between the thighs and falling back with the torso looking at the others in front.

Everything is about the size of your ass, how those panties would be swallowed up on the next climb and that it would end the next second you hit the catwalk again. He climbs the pole once again and comes down, spreading his legs in a perfect scale, the eminent madness of all those men when his ass moves sensually one side at a time, swings it with such ease and the rain doesn't stop falling in over you.

Standing on all fours again, he adjusts his posture for his final act. Crawl to the middle of the walkway and lie down with your belly up, raising your legs in the air and open them slowly as you get up to sit down, it is possible that he will see you on the side of the bar, the perfect view of the woman who left him completely mad.

Not so different from the other men there, completely maddened by the idea that that woman would rip out his soul if she could, she would transform him into her faithful slave.

Cheryl ends the show and the lights go out, now was the exact time to collect the money as she gathered the bills she won in her arms. It takes exactly 60 seconds for her to do this.

The clothes were collected by the team that cleaned the stage for the next girl, but there was no next girl after her show. It was the grand finale, the best in the house, the one she was keeping in that place just by showing her ass.

Backstage is not as glamorous as it appears to be on stage. The number of girls who dress up for the salon, willing to make more money from their audience seems formidable.

It excites you, it stirs up the lioness hungry for meat, money and everything those men could offer. Cars, jewelry, mansions, marriage proposals and the most common: drugs.

You could stay to move around the room, make the house profit with drinks and also have much more in private dances. But, today is Friday… you know he would never let her enter the private room since they took over a bid.

Your only mission was to get home before any crazy people could follow you out of the club - this had happened frequently in the last few months.

All that shine makes her black skin shine in front of the dressing room mirror, she shakes her hair, combing it with her fingertips to unwind the curls that were forming again as a result of not holding the brush for too long. Those wild waves make everything more attractive when it was about you.

She gets up from her chair and says goodbye to some friends. She goes towards the changing room with three showers available to clean all that shine from her skin, getting rid of the small silver sticker on her nipples and the panties with the silicone sides taken off. He ties his hair in a high bun so it doesn't get wet, and turns on the shower.

A sudden relief when she felt the water wet her sweaty body and all the glitter dripped off as she cleaned herself. The smell of the foam from your liquid soap exudes in the bathroom, just as the bath oil perfumed your skin afterwards, you wouldn't touch your makeup now, you would leave it to take off at home where you would feel more comfortable.

The bath is over and now your only mission is to leave.

She wears a dress similar to the one she was on stage, the difference is that this one at least covered her butt completely and the halter top makes her more comfortable. She lets her hair down before taking her suitcase from the closet, all the bills were thrown into a black plastic bag and she would take it away anyway, without even counting a note.

She would receive her pay for the show the next day, too tired to drag herself to the register or past customers.

He didn't want him to do that, to attract attention from others off stage. He should just do his job and leave because you are exclusively his.

You take a deep breath as you put your bag aside and leave through the back of the club, the sound is not audible on that side and the parked cars appear to be on the other side.

the way is not to your car, much less would you go home alone that night. The route is straight through the staircase at the back of the nightclub that led to a small gate facing left, you know the access password and then enter without making any fuss.

He closes the gate and soon feels his shoes sink into the green lawn until he reaches the concrete floor that leads to the entrance of the house, a beautiful house hidden by walls more than two meters high and an electric fence. The interior light is on, the yellow color shows that the room is occupied and you think about retreating…

If he was with one of his friends or work occupied him once again. The camera at the entrance demonstrates how dangerous it could be, not only because of the image of you entering that place, but also of your security guards outside.

Strategically, there were three more men in that garden and you know, they all already suspected what he was going to do there.

Danger excites her in an uncontrolled way, she feels butterflies in her stomach every time she sees a gun in front of her. When you enter the main door and have your bag of money in your hands.

That was nothing compared to what was on the coffee table, four guns like an ornament amidst tablets wrapped in black plastic. You don't need to be intelligent to know what he was about, you know what he is… and that's exactly why you felt so attracted to him.

The smell… that delicious smell that makes her smile. He goes up the stairs to the first floor confidently until he arrives in the main room where there is a huge white sofa, where the man is sitting with his shirt open and his hands working on carefully rolling up the silk.

His glock on the table catches the eye, silver with some gold details, underneath it is his initial and that's so… sexy.

He rolls the silk between his fingers and uses the tip of his tongue to seal the joint. Tired of holding that bag and purse aside, she throws it on the floor.

— You didn't stay until the end of the show. -she says disappointed. Lee SooHyuk looks up with heavy eyes, the black cap covers him a little and it bothers you. The man places his palm in front of the joint and lights it the first time his finger rolls over the lighter. The first drag is strong, he bites in, letting the smoke penetrate his lungs for a few seconds and then slowly releases it.

Your goddess is there, wearing a blue mini dress and a nice pair of heels. Cheryl… that was the name of the slut who had taken all that strength from him, the woman who made him kneel at her feet and kiss them as if he were devoted to her.

-Come here. -she says, releasing the smoke on the second drag. She walks as if she is about to swallow the man, a sensual walk that goes unnoticed every time she appears at her house… or rather, their house.

Standing in front of the man, she raised her leg to the height of the sofa, sinking her heel into the upholstery. Lee puts his right hand that held the cigarette between his fingers and slides it gently, brushing its softness. He touches his lips and the tip of his nose, rubbing it against the inside of his thigh.

She takes the joint between her fingers and inhales slowly, lets the smoke enter her lungs and relaxes her shoulders, bends her right knee on top of the upholstery, sitting down facing the man and sitting on his lap. Lee SooHyuk's big hands go directly to her ass, flattening them, squeezing the soft flesh and you let go slowly with a chuckle on your face. — How much did you make tonight? -he asks, you put the cigarette back in his mouth but don't let him hold it. After all, Lee's hands roam his ass with devotion.

— I didn't tell you.

— You never have to worry about that. -laughs breathlessly. Its smell is so good that it is more numbing than the herb I was smoking, that good smell of musk mixed with vanilla… which when added to marijuana would be so delicious. He loved it when Lee SooHyuk was tall, with his eyes almost closing and his smile slow, because he knew that was how that man would destroy his life if he could.

He takes his right hand off his ass and takes the cigarette back to inhale and the moment he takes off his black cap, the big strands fall onto his face. His hands tangle in Lee's thick hair, pushing the strands back and he soon gets a whiff of smoke in his face. The man takes his other hand off your ass, holds your jaw while he inhales the cigarette once more and releases the smoke into your mouth, you inhale taking it into your lungs. You feel the lightness in your body every second that Lee SooHyuk stares at you as if he could eat you.

You move slowly to position yourself better, and without waiting you receive a sharp slap on the left side of your ass, making you jump a little. She locks her fingers around the back of Lee's head, the naughty laugh completely takes you off her feet, and that mix of sensations that makes her go crazy almost instantly. He puts the tip of the joint for you to inhale and this time it's you who blows the smoke in your face. His hearty laugh amuses you, as does he slowly moves his thighs on top of your lap where you feel his dick growing.

— I think I should go back to doing private dances. -babbling. I get up from Lee SooHyuk's lap and he shakes his head no. — The money is good, and I should take advantage of the fact that I'm becoming famous…

— Oh, of course! There are a hundred rappers wanting you to appear in a video. -he ironizes, the man leans his back against the backrest and slides a little further down the sofa. —What more could you want right now, Cheryl?

-At the time? -an innocent question, she opens the bag of money, leaving it next to Lee's revolver. —I only think about one thing.

— What would it be, my dear? -you shudder when he calls you that, a shiver rises on your neck causing a small spasm. She turns the bag upside down, letting the bills fall all at once onto the coffee table.

-Money. -she whispers. She leans forward, resting one knee on the small wooden table to pick up Lee's gun. — And one of those.

— Do you want a gun?

— Uh-huh. -he says slyly, placing her back on the table. Her position is suggestive of her and almost an invitation to the man, who appreciates the fabric of the dress rising up against her skin and showing her tiny panties being swallowed by her ass. Lee feels his dick throbbing inside his underwear, he squeezes it tightly over his pants. The excitement increases every time she was by her side, no matter the time or place, and that was exactly why she couldn't watch the show until the end.

The tiny panties are almost reaching his pussy lips, they are too small and he can have the perfect view of his favorite place in the whole world.

— Why do you want a gun? -he asks mesmerized, the woman turns around, lifting her torso and facing Lee.

Power.

— More than you already have? -she notices that he passes his hand over his pants, the lump in the fabric excites you. —What do you want to do with that much power, my dear?

— Tame you. -he answers wisely.

— Tame me? -laughs breathlessly. The joint was gone and now he just stares at you like you're his only focus now. - Why do you want that?

-I don't know. -she responds. — I just want to.

— And for that you need to go back to doing private dances? -you shake your head positively at him, stretch your lips in a half smile and then bite the lower one. — Then dance for me. -the intensity in his voice makes her vibrate. — You've shaken your ass long enough for other men, now you're going to shake it just for me.

-I go? - asks innocently. Look for the sound control in your field of vision, it was turned on softly and then you switch to exactly the song you wanted to hear, turning it up a little. — What makes you believe he would do that?

— First: you are mine. -he says, with his arms open, resting on the back of the sofa. — Second: You have no choice. -he sighs and looks at me. — Third: I want you to do this for me, now.

Sativa starts playing next. The heaviness in my body seems to disappear when Lee SooHyuk wets his lips and rests the back of his head on the sofa, swaying his body slowly to the rhythm of the music when the man finds himself completely numb to you.

She runs her hands sensually over her body, going down to the middle of her legs and goes around them, slowly going up, a few steps forward, standing between her legs, goes down between them, placing her hands on her knees and then slowly turns around, pretending that she is going to sit on his lap, but he just rubs slowly and the man takes a deep breath. Try to touch your hair and you immediately get up, moving away, lifting your butt up and lowering your torso completely, touching your ankles, you see Lee when she gets up, throwing her hair and slowly lifting her dress.

He moves to the rhythm that makes his ass jiggle so deliciously that the man takes his right hand to his dick, he squeezes it hard trying to control the desire he feels for the woman in front of him. It's impossible!

As she passes her right hand through her hair, moving it to the side and lowering it between the neckline of the dress, holding her own breasts. He goes down again, getting on all fours, and when Lee SooHyuk weighs his breathing, he bites his lower lip.

Stop. -order. You don't let him command now, you first pull the box between your thighs and take it out slowly, rolling it, throwing the piece towards him and smiling. He sits on the edge of the table and opens his legs, laying the rest of his torso behind him.

Next to him the gun and the bills slide to the floor, then he raises his legs high and slowly opens them after turning. The man mumbles something, he is going crazy.

Stop now. -you're completely naked, high, too excited not to continue teasing him. It's different when you have Lee SooHyuk, because he knows exactly what to do, he knows you're going to be fucked so hot that your only weapon against him was to tease him until he had his hands around your throat, choking you until enjoy.

Lee got up from the sofa and walked to where she was sitting, the height of that man is intimidating, he was huge in every aspect, from his hands, his height, his strong and defined torso, his nose and his… stick.

The man reaches the back of her neck with just one hand, grabbing it firmly under her hair and in that pull his fingers gently caress her. The brutality bends down to his face and steals a small kiss, presses his lips together and between his lips he sucks his bottom, gently passing his tongue and then enters his mouth. You surrender to the kiss, but you can't take the reins, he holds your head, letting it stay like that, positioned just for your pleasure.

Lee SooHyuk climbs up the torso and still holding the back of his head does something with the other warm hand that leaves him euphoric. You moisten your own lips when you see his cock being pulled out of his pants, you raise your eyes to his and feel that delicious twinge inside you, a flame that excites you and makes your pussy wet. His dick is big, I liked the slight upward tilt that let it touch her most sensitive point inside her pussy, the bulging veins and that slightly pink wet glans, everything that reminds me of this man is extremely delicious.

He held the cock slowly and rubbed the glans against his parted lips and slowly tapped it against his cheek.

Go. -he speaks. — Put it in your mouth. -immediate order. You let out a naughty little laugh at him, you open your mouth, putting your tongue out and Lee rubs his head against it, wet and then slides it in, forcing it all the way in, this chokes you and you hold your breath to get it in completely. in the mouth.

He takes his hands to Lee's hips and presses the tips of his nails, going down the exposed skin and reaching the man's ass. He takes his cock into her mouth and lets her suck it as she liked, the guttural moan when her mouth is around him, so soft, wet and warm.

Slide back and forth while feeling the entire length of your cock. With the help of one hand, he masturbates at the same intensity as he uses his mouth to move up and down, he removes his hand, sliding it down to his balls and caresses it slowly. She increases the rhythm of her mouth, feeling her excitement reach its maximum, her hard breasts and her luscious pussy, dripping to feel that cock inside her.

Lee SooHyuk takes his dick out of his mouth, and the hand from the back of his head went to his jaw with that thread of saliva that connected it to his dick. She looked so hot, her lipstick was smudged, her eyes were watering and her face was ready to be fucked.

The man gathers saliva in his mouth and slides it between his lips, spitting in his mouth, in the most degrading moment of that sex.

Then, he takes off his clothes, leaving him completely naked. He knelt between her legs and rested his hands on his knees, where he made the most ordinary gesture he could make. He puts his hand under her right thigh and pulls it towards him, placing her legs between his face. Before sucking her pussy, Lee moved up to her breasts, and even though her right leg was being lifted over his arm, it doesn't make a difference to him. Because he wants to fuck you, destroy you completely.

The lips gently rub on the hard nipples, passing the tongue slowly on the right one and then moving on to the left one, where he wraps it completely, sucking harder to the point of making you arch your back on the wooden table, pressing the strands of your hair with forces against her breast, feeling her clitoris pulsate, begging to be touched. You try to take your hand there, but you are stopped by the hand that was holding your right breast. It squeezes so tightly that you moan loudly, much louder than the sound itself.

He changed breasts and it drives you completely crazy, you take your hands to the edge of the table, supporting yourself there, trying to control everything that was about to happen. The sound of the gun falling to the floor makes Lee raise his head and see me scared, ironic laughter appears on his lips that return to sucking my breasts.

He descends slowly in a trail of kisses that cause me a frenzy, the sensation that sensitizes my skin every time he kisses, reaching the pubic mound where he rubs the tip of my nose and descends a little further touching the critical point with his rigid tongue, the pressure he exerted when covering it there, and then he moved slowly as if he were pushing him and that leaves me ecstatic for a few seconds, my legs tremble on top of the man's broad shoulders.

A feeling building inside his chest, the flame burns and the more he uses his mouth on your pussy, the more you want him.

She sucks deliciously well, uses the tip of her lips to suck with the same cautious pressure that makes her vibrate, arch her back and curse the man for so much torture. You want him so much, to the point of begging to be fucked.

He doesn't let go of you until he feels necessary, he doesn't stop until he fills your mouth with your liquid. You're sweaty with the bills sticking to your back, panting when the man simply pulls your body to the floor.

You are so sweet. -he whispers between your lips, the smell was on him, his taste, everything that reminded him of you. I feel his right hand surround my throat, squeeze it between his fingers, pressing firmly. Your breath stops the second you position yourself between your legs and force it into my entrance, so wet that your cock enters easily.

You delight in that small movement that causes a new sensation, the one that makes you moan his name loud and clear.

— Lee… -escapes from his throat, begging him to fuck you hard. And so he does, the firm thrusts of the man's hips against you make you more and more excited, they are thrust hard, hitting your groin feeling the firm impact in which your bodies move against each other. The tightness in your throat increases, and he lifts his torso holding your legs at shoulder height, his dick reaches the bottom, you feel it touch the inner wall that makes you feel a small pain in your uterus… he is completely devastating you.

Her face red, eyes watering with lust, ready to be hit with a slap in the face. And this excites you much more than touching your own clitoris, another slap is given and this time your face burns.

Lee SooHyuk comes out of you and it distresses you as if you were committing an act of madness, in fact he just gets up and pulls you up, resting his knees on the upholstery of the sofa and his hands on the backrest, partially on all fours.

The first slap is given firmly to the side of the ass, the side burns and pulses with pain that mixes with pleasure. A kiss is given as he holds my throat to slowly turn his face, bending over you.

Your index finger goes to your open mouth, and you hold it between your teeth. Rolling his ass slowly when his dick enters again, he moans deliciously.

With her finger stuck between her teeth, the other hand squeezes her hair, pulling it back, making her let go. The impact of Lee's hips against your ass is so strong that you can feel his balls, he devastates you, fucking you with delicious precision, so strong and hard… you roll your eyes, squeezing the upholstery between your fingers, panting and sweating as the man looks like he wasn't even close to cumming.

High to the point of feeling everything doubled, it was much more sensitive, his touch, the kiss, that fucking. He felt everything with greater intensity until the moment when Lee bites his shoulder in the most brutal act, squeezing the side of his ass, supporting himself to continue fucking.

You shake your ass slowly, grinding against the man, pushing your hips against him and feeling him more and more. The orgasm leaves her in agony, the sensation that she was falling in free fall, her body tenses and two seconds later the sensation increases, raising the level. You cum and as soon as you feel the viscous liquid mixing with yours, the man slowly comes out and you lie down on the couch, looking at Lee SooHyuk completely destroyed.

His hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, he puts his hand behind it. Panting to the point of lying down on the upholstery next to you, he rests his head on your shoulder, slowly rubbing his face against the curve of your neck.

Lee pulls her into a soft kiss, their tongues touching in delicious pressure, moving in perfect tune. The fit, the soft lips, the moan between kisses when your lower lip is bitten.

That man had all of you, and he knew exactly how he liked to be fucked… how to make you cum.

He loves to satisfy you.

And you… knew exactly how to tame that man.

[a-spicy-reader]

Sweet Desire

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

Synopsis: Amidst the biting cold of a city that never sleeps, two worlds meet on the thin line between passion and secrecy.

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Waiting was almost a ritual. You were leaning against the brick wall, your hands in your coat pockets, Esther watched the busy street while the cold wind made your green dreadlocks sway gently, standing out in the shadows. Every detail of you attracted curious glances, but it was the kind of attention you knew how to handle, especially when it came to him. But in the end, it was always him who stood out in the crowd - late, of course, but wrapped in that confident and somewhat dangerous aura.

Jungwoo arrived with the discreet charm of someone who already knew the effect he was causing. He looked at you with a lopsided smile, the kind of smile that could be either a “sorry for the delay” or an “I know you like to wait”. And, somehow, he was right. Not that you were easy to impress; your bold and sagacious personality didn’t let him forget that. But with Jungwoo, there was a tension in the air, a kind of implicit game that both seemed to understand.

The way he kept your relationship a secret was annoying, but deep down, it was part of his game, and maybe it was part of yours too. There was something irresistible about the mystery of being the woman he kept hidden, the confidence whispered in the dead of night, far from the eyes that would judge and question.

but with the enigmatic charm that seemed to apologize and, at the same time, assure you that you would forgive him. He looked quickly around before approaching, hiding his face with his hood, as if he was afraid of being recognized. That was what worried him the most: he didn't want to be seen with you, not there, where he could be discovered by some indiscreet look or, worse, by the fans who followed him everywhere.

Jungwoo approached, and you felt the warmth of his presence even before he touched you. "You shouldn't be here, you know?" he murmured in a low, seductive voice, as if he were telling you a precious secret. The words came out of him like a sweet temptation, a promise made of enveloping lies and empty promises. He was experienced, a master at melting any resistance with that sweet and sinful tone.

“Shouldn’t I?” you replied, knowing that he liked your boldness. You knew the games he played, and maybe part of you even liked it. You knew he was a scoundrel, that he wouldn’t give his heart to anyone. He had already made it clear: “I don’t give my heart away easily like you think”, and those words now sounded like a warning and a promise at the same time.

“You know we need to be discreet,” he murmured, keeping his voice low, almost secret. “I can’t afford to be seen like this…” But the moment he got closer and his fingers tangled in your hair, all that caution dissolved. It was always like that with him: a struggle between the image he had to maintain and the irresistible attraction you had for each other.

“And I know you love this risk,” you teased, your tone soft but full of challenge. You knew you enchanted him with this natural confidence, this attitude that left him in a mix of fascination and fear.

Amid sighs and hands that secretly intertwined, he pulled you to a dark corner, where no one could see you. His touch was firm, almost possessive, but you knew he didn’t belong to you – he would never belong to anyone. It was a sweet illusion, like hot chocolate in the middle of winter, that melted any resistance, even though each sip had a hidden bitterness.

“This isn’t real, you know that, right?” he whispered near your ear, his lips dangerously close to your neck, while his fingers intertwined in your green dreadlocks, admiring their texture as if they were your greatest weakness. “But if that’s what you want, I’ll do anything,” he whispered, with a tone that carried the promise of the sweetest lies in the world.

Between four walls, far from prying eyes and all judgments, he transformed himself, taking you to a universe made of ardent kisses and silent promises. There, he was irresistible, a seducer who knew exactly how to exploit every weakness, every sigh. He seemed to read your soul, but kept his hidden, offering you only momentary pleasure and nothing more. It was perfect and fleeting, like a flame that he lit and extinguished at his leisure.

But you knew it was just an illusion. There was something bitter behind his soft promises. The fear of giving in was always present. “I can’t be the guy you expect”, he said, not once, but several times. Still, as you said goodbye in the dim light of the dark room, you felt as if each encounter was a dangerous dance between desire and lies.

With each new night, he would come back with that smile – roguish and irresistible, the same one that brought you back, even knowing that it was all just a lie. He was a sharp blade, and you knew you could cut yourself at any moment, but you still got closer, once, twice, several times. You knew he would never be yours, but at least in that moment, he was.

As soon as Jungwoo pulled her into the alley, Esther felt a wave of adrenaline run through her body. His hands, firm and determined, grabbed her by the waist, as if he wanted her to know that, at that moment, there was no escape – nor did she want to escape. The intensity between them was almost palpable, and the look he gave her in her direction carried a mixture of desire and something deeper, almost forbidden.

Esther raised her face to him, her breathing heavy and ragged, her eyes reflecting a silent provocation. Jungwoo didn't hesitate; His lips crashed down on hers in a kiss that began urgently and intensely, almost aggressively at first, but quickly grew deeper and more full of desire. His fingers threaded through her dreadlocks, tugging with a firmness that she knew he used to show how much he wanted to control her—and how much he knew she would let him.

The kiss deepened with each passing second, their lips moving with almost rehearsed precision, and each touch seemed to carry an energy that they had both held back for too long. Jungwoo pressed her against the cold wall of the alley, and the contrast between the rough surface and the heat of their bodies made Esther shiver. He explored each movement with raw passion, his lips and hands exploring her body as if they were dancing a choreography of their own.

Esther felt her heart beating so fast that it seemed to echo throughout her entire body, her hands sliding around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer. The desire between them was overwhelming, and she realized that the risk of being discovered, of being there in the middle of the unknown, made the moment even more intense, more real.

Jungwoo, always discreet and reserved, seemed to have forgotten everything there in that alley. He breathed between kisses, murmuring her name in a hoarse tone, his voice full of something that mixed provocation and need. Naomi felt every touch, every pressure, as if that was what they had needed for a long time, with no room for words, only feelings.

Jungwoo turned Esther onto her back, pressing her against the cold, rough wall of the alley. The shock of the icy contact with her skin made her let out a soft moan, a sound that reverberated like an echo of temptation in his ears. He quickly looked up at the entrance of the alley, making sure no one could see them in that forbidden moment.

His large, warm body enveloped her, pressing her against the wall, while she felt his heavy breathing on the back of her neck. Every movement of hers seemed to ignite in him a spark of something that he could not name, but that consumed him completely.

Jungwoo thought of nothing else. He wanted to satisfy his most primal desire, and nothing — not the consequences, not the thoughts that normally tormented him — mattered at that moment.

Esther made him lose any shred of control. Their relationship was a dangerous mix of lust and something deeper that he couldn’t accept, and it frustrated him. Even in the most intense moments, he fought against himself, maintaining an emotional distance that didn’t reflect the impulses of his body.

Jungwoo slowly lowered his hand to her legs, his fingers sliding steadily as he traced a deliberate path to her intimacy. His fingers brushed the thin fabric of her panties, and the soft moan she let out made him smile. He loved that sound, the effect it had on her. She could feel his arousal pressing against her back, firm and undeniable, as she pushed herself further back, seeking more contact.

Jungwoo slid his hand under the fabric of her panties, and his fingers found the wetness that was already dripping.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky, as his fingers teased, moving slowly. Esther let out a louder moan this time, the sound cutting through the silence of the alley like a scream of surrender. Quickly and firmly, Jungwoo brought his other hand to her mouth, muffling the sound. “Don’t be a noisy bitch,” he growled, his patience visibly lacking.

She arched her back against him, the pressure of his hand and the friction of his fingers bringing her to the edge of a pleasure she could barely contain. Jungwoo didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but the desire etched in his eyes betrayed that he was as desperate as she was.

“Please…” I whispered, arching my back, overcome by a desire that seemed impossible to control.

Jungwoo unzipped his pants with calculated calm, while his fingers continued to tease me, his thumb tracing slow, torturous circles over the most sensitive spot on my body.

“Please, what?” — he asked, his tone full of a mixture of provocation and authority.

“Please… fuck me,” I begged, my voice trembling.

He smiled, a restrained smile, but one that carried all the intensity that emanated from his gaze. And then, without hesitation, he filled me completely, in a firm and sure movement. The sound that escaped my lips was muffled by the hand he still held over my mouth, but quickly gave way to broken moans as he moved, each thrust seeming deeper and more accurate than the last.

His movements were constant, but full of urgency, and I could feel every muscle in his body in absolute tension, as if he were holding himself at the limit of control. The intensity increased with each moment, and even in the middle of that surrender, his right hand slowly went down the side of my thigh until he found again the point where he knew he could bring me to ecstasy.

“Now…” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse next to my ear. “I want you to surrender to me.”

His final thrust sent me over the edge, and I felt my entire body respond in a spasm of pleasure, as if the world had stopped for a moment. My nails dug into his arms as I held on, unable to stand without his support. He held me steady, whispering something that sounded like “mine” as he held me close, his movements slowing until all that was left were ragged breaths and a silence that seemed to drown out the sound of the world around him.

“Fuck… I’m going to…” Jungwoo gasped, his words broken by his erratic movements, more intense and desperate. “You… are so perfect… so hot.”

His body tensed suddenly, his firm fingers pressing against my skin as he thrust himself into me one last time, as deep as he could. His husky groan reverberated in my ears, and the wave of heat that ran through me as I felt him fill me was overwhelming. My body reacted instinctively, trembling around him, as if every fiber of me was pulling him closer.

For a moment, everything was silent, except for our heavy breathing, echoing in the cramped space of the alley. Jungwoo remained still, resting his forehead on the curve of my neck, while his fingers traced small circles on my waist, as if trying to calm me, or perhaps himself.

With a deep sigh, he slowly pulled away, adjusting my clothes before composing himself. He adjusted the zipper on his pants and leaned in to kiss me softly on the cheek, his warm lips contrasting with the cool air around us.

“Let’s go to the hotel.” I want you all to myself… no rush,” he murmured, his eyes still full of desire, but now with something softer, almost protective. Jungwoo held my hand, guiding me out of the alley carefully, always aware of his surroundings, as if he wanted to make sure no one had noticed anything. The walk to the hotel was silent, but filled with palpable tension, each touch of our hands rekindling the fire that had barely gone out. When we reached the room, the atmosphere changed.

The space was cozy, with yellow lights and a large bed that seemed to invite us in. Jungwoo closed the door behind him, locking it with a click that seemed to echo in the silence. He approached slowly, his eyes fixed on mine, before lifting my hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Now, I can take care of you as you deserve,” he said, his voice low and husky, as his hands began to slide down my arms, slowly removing any barrier that remained between us.

[a-spicy-reader]

 Unexpected Reunion

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

Synopsis

After an intense workout session at the gym, Jaemin is unexpectedly impressed by a video he accidentally opens on his phone.

Jaemin was at the gym, intensely exercising his back while a song was supposedly playing in his headphones. The rhythm helped him advance through the exercise sequence with more animation. As an average Twitter porn consumer, Jaemin had a specific interest: women receiving oral sex. He was obsessed with pleasuring women with his mouth, and his Twitter feed was a constant box of surprises where these videos could appear at any time.

During the break between exercises, Jaemin got distracted looking at his cell phone and made a delicious mistake when opening the Twitter app. The first post that appeared was of a woman receiving oral. Luckily for her, he was wearing headphones; otherwise, the entire gym would have heard the woman's moans. He felt a tingling in his stomach and knew he needed a break.

Jaemin quickly ran to the gym's bathroom, entering one of the empty partitions. In the same second, he switched the phone to one hand and put the other in his pants. He was so horny that he started masturbating. He needed a break because he knew he couldn't get home without being noticed. As he pleasured himself, the sounds and images of the video intensified his motivation. Finally, he climaxed, feeling a rush of satisfaction hit him.

After catching his breath, Jaemin cleaned himself up and headed straight to the gym parking lot, getting in the car to head home. He knew this quick breakup alone wouldn't satisfy him. When I got home, I thought he would be alone because his girlfriend, Tasha, had gone away for work. However, he was surprised to find Tasha already at home. Her pink tresses contrasted beautifully with her skin tone. It was the perfect moment. Jaemin couldn't feel luckier.

Tasha was distracted with her headphones, unpacking her bags, and didn't notice Jaemin's arrival. He approached her silently and she turned, taken by surprise.

“Jaemin! You got home early,” Tasha said, a bright smile spreading across her face.

“Yes, I finished my training quickly,” Jaemin replied, already feeling his excitement building again. "I missed you so much."

“I missed you too,” Tasha said, her eyes shining as she looked at him.

Jaemin couldn't resist anymore. He approached her, pulling her into a tight hug. “You look amazing,” he murmured, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.

They exchanged sweet words, but Jaemin's actions spoke louder than his words. He kissed her deeply, showing how much he missed her. His hands ran over her body with care and devotion, removing her clothes gently. He made her lie down on the bed, separating her legs and positioning himself between them.

“I want to make you feel so good,” Jaemin said, his voice low and full of desire.

He started kissing her belly, slowly going down to between her legs. Tasha shivered in anticipation as Jaemin's mouth found her most sensitive spot. He began to please her with his tongue, his movements deliberate and skillful. Tasha moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her.

“Jaemin, this feels incredible,” she gasped, her hips arching towards his mouth.

Jaemin didn't stop. He continued sucking and licking, bringing her closer to the edge. Tasha's first orgasm hit her hard, her body shaking with the intensity. Even though she was feeling the effects of the orgasm, Jaemin continued to pleasure her, his tongue making

its magic. She could feel another orgasm building, even stronger than the first.

“Don’t stop,” Tasha pleaded, her voice breathless.

Jaemin continued, his determination unshakable. His legs shook, but he didn't give in. He inserted two fingers into her, intensifying the sensations. Tasha's second orgasm hit her even harder, her entire body convulsing with pleasure.

“Oh my God, Jaemin!” she screamed, her voice full of ecstasy.

Jaemin didn't stop there. He continued his ministrations, his fingers moving in and out as his tongue circled her sensitive nub. The third orgasm was the most intense, leaving Tasha panting, her body writhing with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Jaemin” she moaned, her voice shaking.

But Jaemin was relentless. He quickly removed her clothes, freeing his hardened member from his shorts. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed into her hard, filling her completely.

“You feel so good,” Jaemin moaned, his movements intense and deliberate.

He began to thrust harder, holding her tightly as he found a steady rhythm. Tasha's moans grew louder with each thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Jaemin's pace quickened, his need for release making him harder and deeper.

“Tasha, I'm close,” he whispered, his voice strained with effort.

“Me too,” she panted, digging her nails into his back.

With one final, powerful thrust, Jaemin reached his climax, spilling his seed inside her. He continued thrusting until he was completely satisfied, the heat of her release mixing together as he finally slowed down.

They both lay there, breathless and shaking afterwards. Jaemin gave Tasha a gentle kiss on the forehead.

But Jaemin didn't finish. As he lay next to her, her body already recovering, he felt another wave of desire rising within him. He couldn't get enough of Tasha, especially after being apart for so long.

“Tasha,” he murmured, his hand sliding down her body, teasing her sensitive spots. "I want more."

Tasha looked up at him, her eyes still cloudy with pleasure. "Again?" she asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

Jaemin nodded, his fingers already working on your back to get you ready. "I can't get enough of you."

He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body with renewed intensity. Tasha responded eagerly, her body arching into his touch. Jaemin's hand found its way between her legs, his fingers slipping inside her once again. Tasha moaned into his mouth, her hips rocking against her hand.

“Jaemin,” she gasped, breaking the kiss. "I need you."

Jaemin didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself over her, guiding himself back into her warm, welcoming heat. This time, her thrusts were slower, more controlled, prolonging the pleasure. Tasha wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“You’re perfect,” Jaemin moaned, his eyes boring into hers. “I missed it so much.”

“Me too,” Tasha whispered, her nails scratching his back. "Do not stop."

Jaemin's movements became more intense, his desire for her took him over the edge. Tasha's moans filled the room, their bodies moving together in a perfect, primal rhythm. As they approached climax again, Jaemin's thrusts became more urgent, his control slipping.

“Tasha,” he panted, his voice rough with need.

“Come with me,” Tasha moaned, her body tensing as she felt her own orgasm approaching.

With one final, powerful thrust, they both reached their peak, their cries of pleasure mingling in the air. Jaemin held her tightly as they rode the waves of her climax together, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

As the intensity subsided, they collapsed together, their bodies intertwined. Jaemin gave Tasha a tender kiss on the lips

Jaemin was covered in sweat, his body shining in the dim light of the room. He had been at this for some time, tireless in his pursuit of pleasure for both of them. His eyes were dark with desire as he murmured in her ear, "Come on, love, one more..."

His nails dug into her ass as he guided her hips up and down on his thick cock. He was determined to get one more orgasm out of her.

It seemed like an eternity. Tasha bounced up and down on her shaft, her body moving rhythmically with each thrust. The knot in her stomach tightened again, this time much tighter and more intense. She grabbed his shoulders, her nails etching little crescent moons into his skin.

Jaemin noticed your growing tension. He quickly grabbed her waist, lifting her and pounding her in a rhythm that caused bruises on her cervix. It was so fast that she could barely process her own euphoria as she got closer by the second. And then she felt it.

Your back arched, eyes rolled back, jaw dropped, legs shaking. It was intense and heavenly. She had never felt anything so good in her life. It felt so good that she didn't even notice the liquid squirting everywhere.

When she came back from high, she realized that Jaemin's advances had come to an abrupt end. "Why did you stop?" she asked, a little disappointed. But Jaemin was looking into her eyes, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

“Naughty girl – you squirted on me…” he panted, slowly starting to thrust his hips into her pussy again.

She noticed the thin sticky layer of liquid painted between her thighs and her lap. She let out a sigh before Jaemin whispered in her ear, "Do you think you could do that again for me, beautiful?"

Tasha's body shook with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She looked at Jaemin, her breathing becoming labored. "I don't know if I can," she said honestly, her voice shaking.

Jaemin's grip on your hips tightened. "You can, baby. I know you can." He encouraged, his voice a low rumble. He began to thrust into her again, slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace.

Tasha's body responded to him, pleasure building once again. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensations. Jaemin's hands roamed her body, caressing her skin and squeezing her breasts. Her lips found her neck, kissing and sucking her sensitive skin.

"That's it, baby. Just let go," Jaemin whispered against her skin.

The knot in his stomach tightened again and Tasha knew she was close. She clung to Jaemin, digging her nails into his shoulders once again. He could feel her body tensing and he increased the intensity of her thrusts, determined to push her over the edge again.

"Cum for me, Tasha. I want to feel you squirting in me again," Jaemin moaned, his voice full of desire.

Tasha's body obeyed her, pleasure crashing over her in waves. Her back arched and she let out a loud moan as she came, the liquid squirting out of her and covering them both. Jaemin held her tightly, his own release quickly following as he felt her walls clench around her.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum,” Jaemin panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. "You feel so good, so tight around me."

Tasha's eyes flew open, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. "Do it, Jaemin. Fill me," she insisted, her voice little more than a breathy whisper.

With a deep groan, Jaemin's body tensed. He buried himself as deep as he could inside her, his cock throbbing as he released his hot seed inside her. The feeling of his cum filling her sent another wave of pleasure through Tasha, and she shuddered around him, milking every drop from his pulsing shaft.

Jaemin collapsed on the bed next to her, both of them panting. He pulled her close, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. "You did so well, darling," he murmured, his voice full of affection and satisfaction.

Tasha smiled weakly, her body exhausted but completely satisfied. "You always know how to make me feel amazing," she whispered, resting her head on his chest.

Jaemin chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking her hair. "And I always will, beautiful."

[a-spicy-reader]

Discovery

Synopsis

All Luana wanted was to go out and relax, have a drink and, who knows, have a good conversation. She just didn't expect that this conversation would be with Mark Lee, a K-pop idol.

Amidst casual encounters, shared laughter and a connection that grows every day, they find themselves caught between the euphoria of what they are experiencing and the uncertainty of what is to come. After all, Mark will soon need to return to Korea Is it worth giving yourself over to something that could end so quickly? Or are some stories worth living, even without guarantees?

First, you crashed into my life and you just broke My roof and my window, girl, you had me shook ♪

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mark x fem!reader

GENRE — fluff, slowburn, humor, idol au,

English is not my first language so please excuse any mistakes.

[1] First Date • [2] Second Date • [3] Third Date • [4] Fourth Date • [5] Fifth Date • [6] Sixth Date • [7] Discovery

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Luana picked up her phone and opened her chat with Mark. After spending so much time together, it had become a habit for them to exchange messages as soon as they woke up or before going to bed. But that day, he hadn’t texted her yet.

Luana: “Good morning.” Luana: “What’s the plan for our next date?”

The reply didn’t take long. Mark: “Good morning to you too.” Mark: “About that… we might have to postpone it for a bit.” Luana: “WHAT???” Mark: “😂” Mark: “My brother just got to Canada. He was stuck at work and could only come now. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, so my family wants to make the most of these days together.”

Luana read the message and smiled. It was cute imagining Mark valuing family time so much. Luana: “Okay, okay. You’re forgiven.” Mark: “Oh, good. I was almost planning an elaborate apology.” Luana: “And what would that be?” Mark: “I don’t know, maybe an exclusive song? A private concert? A romantic dinner?” Luana: “Hmm, now you’re talking.” Mark: “Only if you miss me a lot.” Luana: “Maybe a little.” Mark: “Just a little? That hurts my feelings.” Luana: “You’ll survive. Now go enjoy your family.” Mark: “Alright… but only because you said so.” Mark: “If you need me, call me, okay?” Luana: “You too.”

She set her phone down and sighed. She’d gotten used to seeing him almost every day, so it felt strange knowing they wouldn’t have a date anytime soon. But on the other hand, maybe it was good to enjoy some free time.

She grabbed her sketchbook and started drawing without thinking too much. At first, it was just loose lines, but gradually, the strokes began to take shape. Before she knew it, she was drawing someone very familiar. “Oh, Luana…” She rolled her eyes but kept shading the details of Mark’s face.

When she finished, she set the pencil down and stared at the drawing for a while. That’s when an idea hit her. Without hesitating, she picked up her phone and typed: “Mark Lee NCT.” And that’s how she fell down the endless rabbit hole of videos, performances, and interviews.

The first thing that surprised her was the difference between the Mark she knew and the Mark on stage. So calm and gentle around her… but so intense and full of presence when performing. “You’ve been hiding your game this whole time.”

But it was when she started paying attention to the music that something really caught her. A specific melody made her stop everything. “Children.” The melody was captivating, and the lyrics felt personal. Without thinking, she played it again. And again. “Yeah, boy… you really surprised me.”

Luana got completely lost in the world of his music and only realized how much time had passed when her phone rang. It was Mark. She answered, surprised. “Hello?” “I needed to hear your voice,” Mark said on the other end, his voice low and a little hoarse. Her heart skipped a beat. “Oh? And why’s that?” “I don’t know…” He chuckled softly. “Just felt like it.” She smiled. “That’s cute.” “I am cute.” “Okay, now you ruined it.”

Mark laughed on the other end, and for a moment, the silence between them was comfortable. “What did you do today?” he asked. “Besides feeling abandoned by my almost-boyfriend?” “Almost-boyfriend? That’s a new title.” “You wanna argue about it now?” “I think I’ll accept it before you change your mind.” She laughed. “Well, I painted a little and… also did some investigating on you.”

On the other end of the line, Mark went quiet for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice sounded a little hesitant. “Investigating?” “Yeah. Googled your name and… well, I guess you could say I’m a fan now.” He chuckled softly but still seemed a little uneasy. “What did you see?” “A bit of everything. But what really got me was your music.” “Really?” “Yeah. Especially ‘Children.’” “Ah…” Mark went quiet for a moment. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. It’s just… that song is really special to me.” “I could tell. You can feel it in the lyrics.” “I’m glad you liked it.” “I loved it.”

There was a silence, but this time it felt different. Luana sensed there was something he wanted to say but didn’t know how. “Mark?” “Hm?” “Is something bothering you?” He sighed. “I just… don’t want this to change anything,” he admitted. “It won’t. I still prefer the Mark who takes me on surprise dates. So when you’re with me, you can just be Mark.” He chuckled softly. “Good to know.”

The conversation continued for a while longer until he said, in a playful tone: “So? What do I need to do to deserve such a special fan?” “I’m still deciding. But for now, you can start by promising me you’ll sleep well.” “Only if you promise the same.” “Deal.” “Goodnight, Luana.” “Goodnight, Mark.”

She hung up and stared at her phone for a few seconds. Then, she picked up her sketchbook and looked at the drawing of him again. Mark Lee was definitely messing with her thoughts.

[a-spicy-reader]

Dating Anniversary

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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synopsis: On their anniversary, Ayana and Doyoung explore a more intimate and daring side of their relationship. Between ties and provocations

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The apartment was enveloped by an enveloping and intimate atmosphere, the lights adjusted to a warm and soft tone, creating shadows that danced on the walls to the rhythm of the sensual music playing in the background. The sweet scent of scented candles filled the air, and everything seemed to conspire to make this a memorable moment.

"Dodo," Ayana called softly, her tone full of affection and provocation. The word escaped her lips like an invitation, and he couldn't help the blush that rose to his face. "Tonight is a special night, and I want you to remember every detail."

Doyoung lay in the center of the bed and felt vulnerable and intrigued at the same time, his wrists tied to the headboard with a soft fabric that didn't hurt, but kept him still. His fair skin seemed even paler under the dim lighting, contrasting with the crucifix that hung from his neck that seemed to weigh more than ever, a silent reminder of his beliefs and the contrast with the desire that enveloped him. His eyes, wide and full of expectation, were fixed on Ayana, who moved gracefully around the room.

She was wearing red lingerie that hugged her curves provocatively. The lacy fabric left little to the imagination, but it was enough to make Doyoung torn between nervousness and obvious desire. He tried to look away to contain the agitation he felt, but it was as if she dominated his entire field of vision.

“Dodo,” Ayana murmured, her voice soft and full of intent. The affectionate nickname made him look away from her, his heart beating wildly. “Relax… trust me. This is for you.” She approached slowly, holding a candle whose flame flickered as she walked.

Doyoung couldn’t help but swallow hard as he realized what was about to happen. His muscles were tense, and he pulled his wrists gently against the fabric that bound him, but there was no escape. He swallowed hard, his eyes following her every move. The candle in his hand looked innocent, but he knew better.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, his breath already ragged.

“You trust me, don’t you?” Ayana asked, leaning over him and letting the crucifix lightly brush against his chest. He nodded quickly, his words catching in his throat.

The first drop of wax fell onto his abdomen, hot enough to send a shiver through him, but not painful. His body reacted automatically, muscles contracting under the unexpected sensation. A low moan escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to absorb the experience.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, Dodo?” Ayana teased, letting out a satisfied smile. He opened his eyes and looked at her, the flush on his cheeks betraying his confusion and excitement.

She continued to pour the wax, slowly, exploring every inch of his body. The drops fell with precision, drawing an almost artistic pattern on his skin. He gasped with each warm touch, his low moans mixing with the music that filled the room. When she was finished, she set the candle aside and began to massage him.

Her fingers slid firmly and carefully, exploring his chest, his arms and his abdomen. She alternated between soft touches and more intense pressure, watching how he reacted to each movement. When her hands reached the base of his hips, Doyoung gasped, his entire body arching in a mix of sensitivity and anticipation.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Ayana murmured, leaning down to kiss the line of his jaw. He tried to respond, but all he could manage was a husky sound that made her smile.

With a bottle of lube in hand, Ayana approached him with a confidence that made him hold his breath, the drops dripping onto her hand before she slid it down the length of his member, her touch both gentle and electrifying.

Doyoung bit his lower lip, trying to contain the sounds that threatened to escape, but his body didn't lie: his abdomen contracted involuntarily, and his head fell back, surrendering to the sensation.

Her fingers continued their skillful movements, teasing and exploring, while her eyes remained fixed on him, absorbing every involuntary reaction, every tremor that he couldn't control.

Unhurriedly, Ayana increased the pressure, her hands now moving with an almost cruel precision, squeezing and releasing, testing his limits. The tension in his body was evident, and his head fell back against the pillow as a hoarse moan escaped his lips.

She let her fingers explore other spots, light touches that made his breath hitch, revealing a side of him he didn’t even seem to know about. He groaned loudly, his hips moving involuntarily against her touch.

“Dodo,” Ayana called, her eyes fixed on his. “Stay still, or I’ll stop.” He tried, but it was impossible not to react.

When she leaned down and left a teasing kiss along his length, her soft lips drove him to the edge of sanity.

“You’re so sensitive, Dodo,” Ayana murmured, leaning down again to kiss the tip before wrapping her lips around him. Her gaze was fixed on his face as she moved, her tongue teasing and exploring. He threw his head back, groaning loudly, his fingers trying futilely to close around the restraints.

As she took him deeper, he arched his hips, making the tip hit the very back of her throat and she had to pull away momentarily to catch her breath, her eyes watering slightly.

She used her hands again, massaging his entire length, while her fingers slid into places he never imagined could bring him so much pleasure. Doyoung was in a state of complete abandon, his body trembling under her touch. Just when he seemed about to give in completely, she stopped abruptly, eliciting a frustrated groan from him.

She leaned over him, her lips almost touching his ear as she whispered teasing words. "You look so beautiful like this, tied up for me."

He closed his eyes, nodding as he tried to control his breathing.

He opened his eyes, staring at her with a mixture of frustration and desire. "Please," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "You… aren't going to make it easy, are you?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"It wouldn't be fun like that," she replied.

The next part of her teasing was as calculated as the last. She slid a cock ring around him, the small vibrator strategically positioned to ensure they both felt every vibration. As she adjusted it into place, his breathing became even heavier, and a guttural groan escaped him as the device began to pulse softly. She mounted him with a confidence that made it clear who was in control, and she began to move slowly, creating a rhythm that increased the intensity of the moment.

Her movements were precise, but charged with passion. Each rocking of her hips drew a new sound from Doyoung, who was now writhing beneath her, completely surrendered. She leaned forward, pressing their bodies together as she whispered in his ear. "I want you to remember this every time you look at me," she said, lightly biting his earlobe.

He responded with a groan, his hands instinctively trying to free themselves to touch her, but the bonds held them tightly. This only increased his frustration and desire, creating a cycle of inescapable pleasure. Her movements increased in intensity, and the room filled with muffled sounds of heavy breathing, moans, and the creaking of the bed.

Ayana's breathing was erratic, moans escaping her lips as she kept up the pace. The vibrating ring pressed against her clit, intensifying each movement. She leaned forward, getting closer to Dodo's ear, whispering provocative words that made his body arch in pure pleasure.

"You're mine, Dodo. All mine," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. He could only let out a low moan in response, his eyes closed as he felt her body moving against his.

Without interrupting the rhythm, she lifted her torso slightly, just enough to keep the vibrator in place, but increasing the intensity of the ride. The harder movement drew a deep moan from Dodo, who threw his head back, completely surrendered to the sensation. His hips instinctively rose to meet hers, increasing the connection between them.

When she began to feel the heat growing in her belly, indicating that her orgasm was near, her hand reached for the crucifix hanging around his neck. With a firm but not aggressive movement, she pulled the accessory as if it were a rein and said "Look at me," forcing him to look directly at her. Dodo's eyes opened, and the look he gave her was a mixture of total surrender and pure ecstasy, as if he were in complete adoration.

The moment was so intense that they both lost themselves in the sensation. Ayana continued to ride him hard, the sound of their bodies echoing through the room. When their climaxes hit, it was simultaneous. She felt his seed spilling inside her, while her own body shook in waves of pleasure that seemed endless.

She collapsed onto his chest, feeling his heart beat wildly against her own skin. The vibrator still sent out small vibrations that intensified the last remnants of pleasure, until she finally turned it off and carefully removed the ring. "I think that was more intense than I planned," Ayana commented with a satisfied smile, releasing his arms. Gently rubbing his lace-marked wrists.

He pulled her into a tight hug, his hands finally free to explore her skin. "You really know how to celebrate a birthday," he murmured with a tired but satisfied smile.

She laughed softly, kissing him once more. "Happy birthday, Dodo."