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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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hello! i was wondering if it was possible to write a poly!marauders story about y/n using their safe word during overstimulation and the boys stopping to help them through aftercare.

i love seeing the proper use of consent in your stories and would just like to see one ab the care given when you sometimes need to stop mid way.

love your stuff!

A/N: I loved this request, thank you for sending it. I hope you (and everyone reading) are having a lovely weekend!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, rough sex, intense, overstimulation, use of safe word, bdsm, dom/sub, size difference, panic attack, overwhelmed, crying, hurt/comfort, praise kink, aftercare, cuddling

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Overwhelmed. That was one word you’d use for the current situation.

Your body was coated in all manners of different bodily fluids including sweat, spit, your juices and two other clumps of cum, one that was dribbling out of your mouth and the other was being used as lube by the third person involved.

Remus’s towering form was hunched over you, his cock pumping into your highly sensitive, sore cunt. It had been hours of intense fucking from all three of the marauders, so much so that a faint buzz had settled in your ears, muffling the voice of your boyfriend as he tried to coax another orgasm. “I know you can do one more for me love, just one more”.

“No”, was your exhausted response, eyelids drooping.

The word ‘no’ may have been muttered by you but it wasn’t necessarily a stop word, not in the current dynamic of the relationship. The four of you had a very specific dominant and submissive relationship and abided by the colour-coded safe word system, or if one of the three boys deems you’d been going for too long, everything would stop. This was meant for certain scenes to play out, you could say certain words to play along but if red or yellow was even mentioned, all trust was in the men looking after you to stop.

Even in your delirious, fucked-out mind now, you were still aware of these rules and even though it was a relentless session, you were holding out on the hope that Remus would be cuming soon, needing him to find his fulfilment.

However, the minutes ticked by and his thrusting continued with no end in sight. It hadn’t only been a long day, it had been an intense weekend. One day led into another and upon waking the euphoric, happy buzz that filled your veins with adrenaline had you instantly jumping onto one of the Marauders.

Now it was taking its toll, the pleasure seeping away and replaced with stinging, aching and discomfort. The thought of even another orgasm that would cause your pussy to flutter and spasm had a sense of dread, something you never thought would even cross your mind. However, glancing up at Remus, seeing the lust in his eyes, lips still moving in praises meant to make you feel safe and you did for the most part.

The thought of him cuming, finding his thrill and coating your insides to mix with the other Marauders cum was what kept you going and even though the safewords did momentarily cross your mind, the worry of them being upset that you were in pain and the embarrassment was enough for you to hold your tongue.

Remus slowed down his thrust, his scarred hand gripping your jaw sturdily, thumb moving to swipe across your lips, capturing the dribble of cum and pushing it into your lips. Happily, you sucked on his thumb, hoping the sight would excite him and it did for you too, the salty goodness a quick distraction.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me, just want one more orgasm Pup”, his lips found yours as he finished his sweet praises. Remus knew the exact phrases to say, he was so tentative and wanted the best for your pleasure and this only added to your own reasoning as to why you wanted him to find his end rather than your own.

James and Sirius were the same, particularly today. This may be why you were extra sensitive, the two quidditch players had sucked, licked and fucked their way to so many orgasms you’d lost count before Remus had even touched you.

Remus lifted his upper body up, leaning on his knees between your legs, still thrusting slowly and you could feel the drag of his cock against your swollen walls. With a hand on each thigh, Remus hiked your legs up higher on his hips, the grip tight, making sure the two of you were moulded together but from this angle, it meant his cock could press that little bit deeper.

This only lasted for a couple of thrusts before the tall Gryffindor was relaxing his hold on one of your legs to idly rub circles against your overused, swollen clit. The feelings almost took your breath away, imaginary sirens blaring in your mind, immediately shouting “no”, eyes clenched closed and then the word was automatically stumbling from your trembling lips, “red”.

The sensations went from overwhelming discomfort to instant relief as Remus within a second was off of your person, hands untouching and cock swiftly pulling out, leaving you throbbing but empty.

James and Sirius were by your side in an instant as well, all three hovering over you and it was like a tidal wave of one area being overwhelmed from physical to mental. Guilt was the first one, the look of worry etched on each of their faces, you didn’t want them to feel like that, it was supposed to be a nice time, instantly regretted using the safe word.

“Love, look at us, are you ok? Did I hurt you, was it too much”? Remus’ voice was laced with regret and panic as he tried to soothe the skin of your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, your panic was engulfing, your body trembling with anxiety but this only caused the panic to increase as it felt like the world was collapsing in, the air seeming thick so you couldn’t breathe properly.

“She’s hyperventilating”, Sirius was the first to move, shifting his arm underneath your back, lifting up your body so he could easily slide behind, using himself to prop you upright. His lips hovered next to your ear, forcing you to listen to him, as the rest of him enveloped around you so his body heat could try and ground your panic attack.

James cupped your hands, holding them firmly whilst also stroking the back with his thumb in circles as Remus remained in front, cupping your face still.

Even though this situation had not happened during sex before, there had been occasions where you’d experienced panic attacks this severely and after much communication, they’d found that you liked to feel tight and contained, whether it was in a blanket that you were wrapped in or all of their bodies. The four of your bodies were still naked which also helped, to feel warm and safe in their embrace.

You were still struggling to stabilise your breathing into a normal pattern, heart pounding, feeling like impending doom, eyes tightly clenched closed but tears were still streaking down your cheeks. Remus was quick to catch these with his thumbs.

“Love, listen to my voice, I need you to look at me”, his voice was low and calm as he spoke, trying not to let his own panic about the situation dictate how he looked after you.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean- to say it-” you choked between quick breaths, beginning to feel dizzy, head attempting to lul back but unable to with the grip on it.

James lifted your hands up to his mouth, kissing your delicate fingers, shushing your words, and feeling his voice vibrate against your skin. Sirius was just the same from behind you, working with the two other marauders to use soft commands to get your breathing to calm.

“Stop talking sweetheart, I need you to open your eyes and look at me”, Remus continued, using a slight hint more authority in his tone, hoping to snap it through your anxiety. It worked as reluctantly your eyes snapped open, expecting to see him angry from stopping but all that was looking back at you were the warm eyes of Remus.

It was hard to try and rationalise any thought when your emotions were so heightened, knowing that it would have been absolutely fine otherwise but this had escalated so much in your mind that only the worst thoughts were circulating.

“Well done”, he made sure to add emphasis to the praise, to hope that you knew he truly meant it. “Now I need you to slow your breathing, keeping your eyes on me”.

The eye contact was helping but it did take a few attempts to stop trying to desperately take a deep breath. It was only when James moved your hands onto his chest that you could ground down to something, feeling his own breaths, how long he would breathe in for compared to breathing out. As you finally found any sort of rhythm with your breathing, were you able to concentrate on the others as well.

For example, Sirius’ soft commands of “in and out” as he moved his chest that was still holding you up, physically moving your body with him which helped immensely.

It took a while of stuttering and being forced to not talk but to only concentrate on your breathing, all the whilst holding eye contact with Remus. Eventually, you were calm, the sensation of doom or passing out having passed, only instead replaced with shame and embarrassment.

“That’s it, keep going, nice and slow”, Remus interrupted you as your mouth opened to speak but this was something you wanted them all to hear.

“I’m sorry”, your voice was croaky and barely above a whisper. The tears were still flowing and you were sure to look like a mess but from the sad smile Remus was giving you, he didn’t give anything away. Sirius’s gentle kiss against your neck made your heart beat a little quicker with how soft he was being, the subtle tickle of his long hair against your shoulders caused a slight shiver to pass through you.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for”.

“But you didn’t cum”, again shame was writhe throughout your body, cheeks heating as Remus continued to make sure you looked into his eyes.

“Love, I would never cum again if it meant that you were comfortable during these moments. Don’t ever apologise for using safe words, they’re there for all of our safety, we need to listen to each other.” His words were almost like a warm blanket, muscles relaxing slightly into all of their grips. Of course, you knew he meant those words and that was what had been discussed before and agreed to, just your anxiety and panic for some reason changed your outlook on it.

Finally, the tears slowly stopped dropping and Remus’ grip of your face relaxed, the warmth disappearing was a loss but automatically you were able to relax back into Sirius’ shoulder, turning into his neck as he held you.

“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” the words sounded just as ashamed as yours previously did.

“No, no it’s ok, it’s just sore and the thought of having another orgasm just set me off I think, I’m sor-”.

It was James to cut you off, lifting his rough hand to cover your mouth entirely, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’m banning the word sorry from your pretty lips”. Beneath his hand, you couldn't hold back the small smile, which he felt and was speedy to remove his hand so he could see the small spark of joy in your expression. “Ah, more of that please”.

The four of you sat in momentary happiness but the discussion needed to be had so Remus gently tipped your chin in his direction with a single finger. “Talk to me, so we know what we need to be doing better next time”.

“I’m just sore and overstimulated I think and I think I forced myself to go on for too long because I wanted you to cum but it was a little overwhelming”.

“I’m sorry, Love”, it was Remus now to look distraught at causing the discomfort but you were quick to brush that away.

“No please don’t be sorry, you didn’t know I was feeling like that”.

“I think it’s something we can all learn from”, James continued speaking on everyone’s behalf, taking a moment to pause and kiss your temple before continuing. “We’ll be more careful next time and maybe check in more frequently if you’re reaching your limit rather than just using the safe words. However, it is a group effort darling, we have safe words to limit the use of red so please if you’re ever feeling remotely uncomfortable, say yellow or red. Even if it's as simple as changing positions or having a drink of water, we will discuss it to stop it from getting to the point of using the red word and you being overwhelmed. And please never feel like you have to suffer just for our benefit, we can take care of ourselves if you don't want to continue, how does that sound?”

A lump formed in your throat as you stared into the big hazel eyes of James. How could you ever be worried that they’d be upset at you, they always made it known your priority was first.

“Yes, that sounds good”, you made sure to respond verbally, smiling as you finished the sentence.

Sirius’ kiss against your cheek had you turning towards him slightly as he asked, “how does it feel now? Are you still in pain?”

“It’s just all throbbing a bit”, referring to in between your legs.

“Can we check?” Nodding your head in response, Sirius helped to lay you back into the middle of the bed, kissing your cheek one last time before easing out from behind you. Remus and Sirius checked all over your body for any signs of injuries, the most obvious being the swollen and physically throbbing cunt.

James lay beside you, talking you through everything, keeping you smiling and occupied as Sirius found some cooling gel that had been previously used to help soothe when you were overused. Then as Sirius used his wand to delicately clean up the liquids coating your body, Remus sat on the edge of the bed, making sure that you drank a full glass of water, praising you when you handed back an empty glass.

He then too joined the bed, lying on the opposite side to James and handing everyone a chunk of chocolate from his secret stash, the sugar perfectly needed. Snuggled between James and Remus, you could hear Sirius shuffling around somewhere before he casually asked, “Have you guys heard of the muggle singer David Bowie?”

“Here we go”, James muttered to himself, sitting up to see what Sirius was doing. What proceeded was a lengthy performance filled with props, very off-key singing and theatrics from Sirius who was still very naked but that added to the performance. You laughed so hard that tears were forming in the corner of your eyes.

Even though it had been a stressful night, glancing at each Sirius, Remus and James, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. They made you feel safe, warm and happy.

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guyfieriii · 1 year

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Sad Girl

This piece is dedicated to the lovely @randomchick546 for this ask. Thank you so so much for patiently waiting! This is so long overdue, I just hope its worth the wait and I did your prompt justice!

Be prepared for a bucket full of angst and then some.

Pairing: John Price x f!Reader Warnings: Explicit Sexual Scenes

You’re embossed with memories of his touch, his lips.

It’s jarring — just how often your mind hurtles to a place, a moment, a memory you’ve shared. You walk by the smoke shop, half a mile out of your usual route to campus just to breathe it in. Wafts of tobacco, spice, and a lingering sweetness — you’re right back there with him.

“Something on your mind, love?”

Fuck.

He sounds so genuine in his concern, the truth almost slips out.

You’re leaving tomorrow, John.

“I — Nothing.” There’s this constant pressure that’s settled deep within your chest — it tightens ever so slightly. It coils around and travels upwards, burning your throat like bile. Unspoken truths, veiled emotions. It obturates your mind and you bite back the impulse to succumb to the cacoethes. The strain of it makes you ache.

It’s better than the alternative.

You wonder if you’ve left as much of a lasting effect on him, as he has on you. You must have. Why else would he come back?

He’s gone, often for months at a time, but every time he comes back home, he goes searching for you.

It’s always the same.

Can I see you? Let me see you.

You make the obligatory half-assed attempt at resisting his call. It’s a pasquinade. A pitiful farce you undergo to make yourself feel better. Make you feel less desperate. Which you are.

Desperate to stay away for self-preservation and yet desperate for another moment back in his arms.

You’re pulled taut, being ushered by the opacity of pure need and want. It’s thick and it clings.

So you dither for a moment, pretend to pause before saying yes.

As if you haven’t been counting the days.

He must, too. Why else would he come back?

In all likelihood, it’s just another form of casuistry you’ve contrived as a balm for that ache.

Wishful thinking.

Laughable. Arbitrary.

Yes, John.

Always, John.

You think back to the moment you met him. It wasn’t happenstance. Not the kind of meet-cute you see in films and hear about in songs.

This isn’t that kind of story.

It was utterly manufactured. From the second you laid eyes on him. He was seated at the far end of the bar, staring into a half-empty glass clasped firmly in his grip. He looked at it as though it was his only place of solace.

Until he met you.

He seemed lost, but his posture betrayed him — rigid, attentive, in absolute cognizance of his surroundings.

It’s a fragmentary attempt, then, to try and find relief.

You stare. You assess. You memorize. For a moment too long, perhaps.

There’s a pulse in his shoulder, as he lifts his glass to his lips. As though he notices you out of peripherals.

A revelation that doesn’t come to you quickly enough, and suddenly you’re caught. He looks at you, brow raised in a silent question. Shame and embarrassment creep up your chest and you’re left speechless, caught red-handed in your voyeuristic tendencies.

What he does next, is unexpected.

He raises his glass to you, a whisper of a smile beneath his moustache. It’s a gesture you reciprocate.

Moments pass and neither of you looks away. It’s unnerving, being the subject of unremitting attention. A pharisaic thought coming from you, regardless, it’s somehow agitating and euphoric in equal measures.

You’re hyperaware of his gaze on you, everything else in the background seems to meld into a kaleidoscope of cobalt and azure.

Neither of you makes an attempt to move and eventually the spell breaks and he turns away.

You have no right to feel as disappointed as you do.

A precursor, really, for what’s to come.

You see him again, the two of you still seated at opposite ends of the bar. A sea of people between you, painfully present yet quite inconsequential. There are friends commemorating something or the other, couples locked in intimate conversations, some closer than others, and a few singles, out on the prowl. Then there’s you and him.

Your silent exchange resumes. You raise your glasses in unspoken cheers, locked eyes, fighting the urge to stand and cross this trodden path to the other side.

You try and imagine it — his voice.

The way it would eclipse you, weighted, full of husk and honeyed, it would cling to your memory. The way it would carry through the room, cut through the sea of noise in succinct clarity. It would set you alight, much like his gaze.

You don’t mind it.

You’d prefer it. The burn — a similar way to the scotch he just bought you.

The bartender had placed the glass down promptly just as you took your seat.

“From the gentleman down the bar.” He said.

Somehow, without looking, you knew.

You couldn’t know for certain, of course. Not unless you crossed the distance between you and him. It’s an enticing prospect, but you hold back.

So does he.

A week goes by, the two of you are locked in a battle for consistency. The only meaningful exchange that happens, is the swap of your drinks. A scotch for you, a gin and tonic for him. You almost laughed at the near-comical look he pulled when you bought him one, but he drank it all, nevertheless.

It started out as engaging, almost tantalizing, given that both of you were clearly holding back. A little tease. Some back and forth. No words are spoken, yet a conversation is held. His measured cadences are all conveyed in a single look, and you’re left wanting for more.

A clear sign, if there ever was one.

Eventually, you’ve had enough. Your impatience gets the better of you, however, you can’t be the one to make the first move. So you wait. You wait at the threshold of the pub, unwilling to cross it, watching him from afar. Trying to find that same impatience that one could wring out of you within him.

Wishful thinking.

You walk around the block once, twice, before taking another quick glance to see him still at the bar. You watch the late-night traffic pass by in a haze of taillights just to pass the time.

An hour goes by, and you’re worried you’ve miscalculated. By the looks of it, he seems to be leisurely enjoying a drink, and you’re the fool who’s freezing out in the cold to prove a point. The late autumn chill sets deep within your bones and you almost cave in just for the warmth but you persevere, and your tenacity is rewarded.

“I missed you in there.” His voice is just as you had imagined it.

It does burn.

You wait a breath before turning around to see him, nonchalant, leaning against the brick wall of the pub. He has a knowing smile on his face like he’s known what you’ve been up to all this time.

“Been waiting out here for long, love?” He deftly lights a cigar, taking in a short puff, smoke wafting out from the cusp of his lips in quick bursts.

“I—” You had words planned. Intricately thought out, in an effort to be clever. In an effort to impress. You blame the academic in you, you’re always out to galvanize your way onto someone’s memory through the sheer virtuosity of your intellect. So, you prepare and agonize over every interaction.

He did it without even trying.

“Yes.” There’s something about him, something within the way he looks at you that you don’t even bother with a lie.

“Like to make a man wait, do you?” He takes a step forward, unyielding in his gaze.

“In some cases. It’s not like you were itching to make a move.” You challenge back, your heart thrumming in your chest, your breath quickening as he takes another step forth.

“I was biding my time.” He says, simply.

“For what?” You counter.

“Wanted to see if I—” He’s inches away from you now, the scent of him engulfs you — firewood smoke, vanilla, and spice. You wonder if he tastes the same.

“Yes?” You rasp, mouth suddenly dry. You run your tongue across your bottom lip, as your gaze falls on his, the cigar still clutched between his teeth.

“Does it matter?” He asks in a way that seems redundant. Like he already knows the answer.

“Not really.” You whisper and he smiles.

“Can I see you, darling?”

A year has passed. His effect on you remains the same. Some kind of trance in a form of limbo. Forever stuck between the rapture that comes with having captured John’s attention the way you have, and the longing in the time that holds in between. There is no moderation, only extremes.

“Can I see you, darling?” He asks again.

No, John. I don’t like it when you go away.

“Yes, John.”

It’s a prison of your own making, because he was nothing if not upfront about his situation. The moment the two of you realized you wanted this to be more than a one-night thing he had been straightforward about his circumstances.

“I’ll be gone for long stretches, darling. Is that something—”

“You worry too much, John. What’s that they say about absences and hearts?”

He looks pleased and you’re elated.

The longest he had been away at a stretch was eight weeks. The first two went by fairly quickly.

You were still in a state of bliss after an entire week spent with him. All your time was split evenly in between classes and John. You’d often go to a class with his shirt on, the smell of him clinging to you.

The same shirt now hangs in your closet. It doesn’t smell like him anymore.

Your limbs ached and your mind was left reeling after a week of sleep deprivation and sex, but you revelled in it. All that remained was lasting proof of your time with him — something to cling on to.

The third and fourth week, that feeling had subsided and your memory of him faltered. Late at night you’d lay in bed, hands nestled between your thighs as you desperately rummaged through memories of your time with him. If your imagination did its work right, his hands would replace yours. You could feel the weight of his body, the shape of him, the warmth. His voice in your ear, breathless, wanting.

“Tell me how bad you want it, darling. Fuckin’ tell me an’ I’ll give it to ya.”

It still burned.

Even when he’s not there.

The last stretch of the time spent in his absence was pure agony. You try find a substitute, nothing perfect but something to pass the time.

All in vain.

Any hands that aren’t his just make the lack of them all the more apparent. John’s hands, you feel, were made for you — to mold and shape and caress. Ruin, even.

His absence transforms the ruin into absolution.

Any seeming imitation just adds insult to injury, no matter who it is. You’re left desiring, more than you were before. A feeling that once simmered beneath the surface would surge through, impossible to ignore.

Your skin itches, trying its hardest to grasp at the remnants of his touch, but the slate is practically wiped clean. All you can do is wait. Patiently, as far as outward expressions go. You’re composed for John’s benefit. Indifferent, almost.

Cool. Calm. Collected.

Or perhaps—

“Do you think about me when you’re away?”

There’s a pause. A slight hitch in his breath. His cock still sheathed deep within you, brows furrowing in confusion as though he might have misheard what you said.

You instantly wish you could take it back. It’s a meaningless question anyway, one uttered in a moment of mind-numbing bliss as walls crumbled down and you faltered. You forgot the carefully constructed façade you maintained. Just long enough for a transitory spill of some truth.

It’s freeing — you want to keep going, but you can’t. You feel it bubble beneath the surface, pressing outward and up. You turn away — you have to. The prying look that shadows his expression threatens to wring you out of every thought you’ve ever had. You’d spill them all. Open, like a faucet. What would flow through is months of hunger, ache. Enduring an itch that never fucking subsides. You’d confess to it all — on your knees. Every sin. Every passing iniquity.

And hope for absolution.

Wishful fucking thinking.

His fingers grasp your chin in a firm hold. Not bruising, not even one that ushers you to look back at him. Just firm. Like he’s allowing you to continue, asking for more rather than demand it.

You’re a creature of habit.

You concede.

You’re met with a fierce look, accusation lay plain like a chrisom shading his eyes. It doesn’t frighten you. You’re exhilarated, now that the shame has passed.

What you said, it cannot be undone. You’ve forced his hand, drawn out a reaction.

He must confess as well.

He must—

“What do you want me to tell you?” He whispers harshly.

“John—“ You begin,

His hips jerk forward — forceful, emphatic. Like he’s trying to make his question sink in deeper.

“Fuck— John, I—” You barely gasp out, lungs burning under the pressure of this sudden change. You’re breathless, quivering, and oh so ready. You’re primed — because this is it. It takes every ounce of self-control you have not to make your gratification too apparent.

You sense it. His confession. It’s what you’ve spent months wondering, finally coming to light.

His thrusts are unforgivable, deep and hard. The kind that reverberate up your spine and make your teeth shatter.

“Think about nothin’ else but you, my darling.” His chuckle is humourless and disbelieving like he can’t fathom how you’ve managed to yield this confession out of him.

Makes it feel like an accomplishment all the more.

You don’t even bother to hide your grin.

“You’re a fuckin’ menace, y’know that?” His lips are at your ear, your entire frame now eclipsed by his. Your hands find purchase across his shoulders, wide, rippling with tense musculature as he presses himself into you, every inch of skin between the two of you aligned. The warmth that rolls off him has you nearly feverish.

Your fingers trace constellations of gunshot wounds that embellish the broad expanse of his back. Had you more timed you’d have counted them all, asked for the story behind each one. Ease the memory, perhaps with a kiss. He’d indulge you, you’re sure of it.

You might not have been before, but now—

“Get off on it, don’t ya?” The timing of his words is immaculate — your cunt spasming around his cock in synchronicity with every twitch his as he spills himself into you. You come undone, once again with a shivered moan and a breathy chorus of ‘Yes, John’.

“That’s fucking right. Just like that.“ He murmurs appreciatively, tracing your collarbone with a delicate swipe of his tongue. “So good for me.”

He’s showered you with praise before, even with repetition. He’s told you how well you take him. He’s confessed to how good he feels buried in you. It’s evident with how he remains within — till he softens, just encased in your warmth like he’s meant to be there. He’ll taste you like a man starved and declare he’d die a happy man buried between your legs. You’ve heard it before.

For a little while, it had lost its novelty.

But now—

You’re invigorated in this new achievement of yours, in this latest revelation. You’re not the only one who suffers.

He aches, too.

There is something to be said about this feeling of solidarity. Knowing you’re not alone somehow serves as a balm. You’re apart and it’s torturous, but he feels it too.

Or—

Or maybe it’s just your ego that likes being stroked.

If you were to go off of the near perverse triumph you feel right now, you’d bet on the latter.

“I’ll send you off with a little present.” You say. “Since you miss me so much.”

“Mm? What’s that?” He husks lazily, placid oases gleaming back at you. It’s painfully intimate — this moment. You want to let the time still, with the two of you under this canopy of bliss and deepened confessions. You want to let the words sink in and let the seconds pass slower.

They don’t.

“Get your phone, John.”

“Sending a soldier off with a little photo, are you?”

“Not a photo. No.”

That gets this attention.

He fucks you again as a way of thanks, and as the hours dwindle to the early morning and you lay enveloped in each other's arms, you remind him of it.

It’s not how you expect it to go. It’s gentle, almost loving. He takes his time with you, prolongs every action, savours every response. He treats this gift like a genuine one, unwrapping you with care and precision.

Or maybe that’s just the army man in him.

He follows your lead for most of it, save for one request he makes at the end.

“Say it.”

“What, John?”

“Say you’ll miss me.”

You pause. He falters for a moment, unsure.

But still--

“I’ll miss you.”

It hurts that he looks surprised.

You see him again, two months later. He says it’s different. He says he’s staying longer this time.

“Spend it with me?” He asks.

He asks.

You’d think after all this time he’d know better.

You brace yourself not to answer too quickly and give yourself away. Barring the one time, there haven’t been any clandestine confessions made between the two of you.

It’s a gift — more time. A thing that only existed in the confines of your imagination now dares to turn into a reality.

You almost don’t believe it. It’s too good to be true.

You’re too used to missing him, it’s made you wary of the alternative.

You just can’t help yourself.

“Don’t you have other people to see, John?”

There’s an unmistakable clench in his jaw when he sharply turns away as if you slapped him. You wait with bated breath for the pin to drop, for a crack in the armour. You’d spend all this added time just trying to chisel at fissures that form — they have in the past only to close too soon.

And now—

You hurt him. If only he’d admit it.

“Rather see you, is all.”

It’s a statement. Blank. Matter of fact. It might assuage most people, but you aren’t most people. They aren’t the ones who get attached in an untenable situation. They don’t keep a distance as a form of self-preservation, definitely not as unsuccessfully as yourself at any rate. They would see Captain Price for the man he is — dutiful. Unattainable. Larger than life, even. They’d be pleased with his unvarnished reasoning and take what they are given with a smile.

So do you.

It’s just not real.

You’re a glutton for agony. It’s like you’re hardwired to seek it. Persistence is second nature — even when you set yourself up for circumstances that are less than ideal, you’ll see your way through to the end.

You fuck. Relentlessly. Despite having the extra time on hand, both you and he act like it’s a dwindling commodity.

You try to find your chance in between the heated touches, the whines, and the moans. Your name is a song perpetually at the cusp of his lips — at times a form of supplication in a chorale of many others.

“Please, love.”

“Jus’ like that. Fuckin’ take it.”

“So pretty. So perfect.”

“That’s it, darling.”

His touch remains impenitent — hard, rough, relentless.

His voice is a take dragging across a pebbled path — textured, heavy. It travels down your skin in a shroud of his warm breath.

The words caress, but his voice—

Burns.

It’s only his words that at the outlier. The striking contrast of white along a canvas of red.

That’s how you picture it.

They never cease, even when it’s you and him, breathless, coming down from a high. You’re spent, covered in a sheen of sweat. Limbs tingling from the exertion. Your eyes are heavy with sleep. The slight movement of his chest, the even timed up and down of his breathing are practically soporific.

However, you maintain your wits long enough to find a moment’s interlude, just to say—

“John, I’m—”

Sorry.

Too late. There’s nothing to chisel at, no gap slither past.

“Shhh. Don’t.”

You know better than to make another attempt.

Feigned apathy, then. For the remainder of the time.

It’s somehow harder now and you’re not sure why. It’s not as if you haven’t perfected the art of quiet disappointment. Perhaps it’s because you’ve seen past the rubble, and into the man. You’ve experienced a slice of that torturous ‘what if?’. Maybe now, the evident reality of your situation isn’t that easy to ignore.

When he leaves, as he always does you come to a decision. Since you can’t possibly ask for more, it’s the to cut your losses. You move on. You’ve memorized and cataloged enough of him to simmer the pain. You won’t be sad. It’ll be fine. You’ll be good.

You’ll be—

“Can I see you, love? Just tonight.”

“Yes, John.”

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Two Men in Love

Hey people! Guess who came back with a fresh new Caspeter fanfic?! 😘

A big thanks for @eds-gryff for making 👉 THIS AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL VIDEO 👈 that inspired me to write this piece (that with some luck will receive like... 5 notes or something like that).

I'm really considering to start posting my fics on AO3. Who knows...

Anyway, good reading! 🫶

P.S.: A friendly reminder that English is not my first language, so don't fuck me up, okay?

P.S. 2: The fic's title comes from the song of same name by "The Irrepressibles" (THIS IS THE CASPETER ANTHEM I WON'T ACCEPT CRITICISM! 👌)

P.S. 3: The photos and quotes used on the aesthetic were all found on Pinterest, but the edit was made BY ME. DON'T FUCKING REPOST IT!!! 😡

The afternoon sun was already reaching its peak when Peter took the same usual route back home. He had left early in the morning to travel the long distance to the small village where he cared for his patients. The start of the day had been peaceful and, luckily, no particularly serious medical cases had to be dealt with, just minor incidents such as a 7-year-old girl with a broken ankle after falling from a tree, a lumberjack with a dislocated shoulder and an old fisherman who had some difficulty breathing - a problem definitely related to his advanced age and his addiction to smoking. Unfortunately, no matter how many times Peter warned him about the consequences of excessive cigarette use, it was a harmful habit that the old, stubborn man was not willing to give up.

The doctor was climbing the hill, coat and suitcase in each hand, admiring the green, undulating mounds that decorated the landscape that was beginning to form before his eyes. He couldn't imagine choosing a better place to spend the rest of his life - well, actually there was another place, but it was the only place he already knew he could never return to. For a moment, Peter found himself downcast, the weight of melancholy taking over his chest. It was a feeling he was already familiar with, although it became less constant with each passing year. A king could leave Narnia, but Narnia would never leave him as long as he lived. He was absolutely sure of that.

A loud noise woke him from his cloud of thoughts, and suddenly the bittersweet feeling in his heart disappeared. A dog with yellow fur and big ears came running towards him, barking at the top of his lungs, and the blond man didn't hesitate to drop his things and opened his arms to welcome him. When he least noticed, Peter found himself flung to the ground, laughing like a child as the animal on top of him licked his face, wagging the tail happily. When the dog calmed down from his euphoric state and allowed the poor man to recover, Peter sat down on the grass and scratched the animal's head right behind the ears - exactly in his favorite spot.

- I missed you too, big boy - he said with a big smile on his face.

That sweet moment was interrupted by a whistle coming from not far away. The dog turned his head and remained quiet for a moment, just looking towards the supposed place where the sound had come from. Soon after, a man's voice was heard, calling him by the name. Peter would recognize that beautiful voice from any corner of the world.

- Rhidon!

The animal didn't blink before barking and running away again. Without rushing, Peter got up and walked a few more meters until he finally saw the small cottage that, a few years ago, had become his new home. In front of the door, there was a very happy Caspian carrying Rhidon in his arms as if he were a giant baby. Peter couldn't help but laugh at such an adorable scene. The dark-haired man smiled back at him and made room for him to come in.

- I hope you're hungry. - Caspian said.

- Starving. - Peter joked.

The smell of fresh bread coming from the kitchen reached his nostrils, which quickly remind him that there were still some sweets and baked goods left in the special basket the baker's wife had given him in thanks for taking care of their sick son. Peter sat down at the table and allowed Caspian to serve him.

- Bon appétit. - Caspian placed the plate in front of his companion and leaned over to give him a little smootch.

The young telmarine had no cooking skills when he arrived in England, which was expected of a prince who spent most of his life being served by others around him. Fortunately, because he was a curious person and fascinated with everything that was different and unknown to him - one of the many reasons why Peter had fallen in love with him -, Caspian was quite willing to learn, especially having Susan and Lucy to help him. Although neither of the two boys were masters in the art of cooking, they loved creating new recipes and dishes whenever they had the opportunity. It was one of their favorite pastimes.

The cottage in which they lived was a simple but no less charming place. The walls were painted a beige tone and the windows were adorned with white shutters and small pots of wildflowers outside. It was possible to hear the slight creaking of the boards when walking on the wooden floor, but this was never considered a nuisance for any of the residents - on the contrary, it was considered a relaxing and even inviting sound for both. In the living room, there was a couch and an old armchair where the boys usually sat at the end of the day to relax in front of the cozy heat of the fireplace.

The location of the house couldn't be more perfect either. The cottage was built in a rural area, surrounded by nature and relatively far from any sign of human life. On the other hand, the place still had a considerable distance between the village where Peter always worked - and where he and Caspian went twice a week to buy the supplies and food necessary for their daily lives - and Professor Kirke's mansion, who had become a great friend, confidant and tutor for the two young people since their last adventure in Narnia. He was responsible for helping the Pevensie siblings teach Caspian everything about their reality - he still remembered fondly from time to time of the prince's shocked expression after finding out they all lived in a round world! -, as well as being Peter's greatest guide during his journey to build his career in medicine. The couple made frequent visits to the master's house, where they also met up with Lucy and Edmund - and sometimes Susan as well - to spend the afternoon drinking tea with cookies, telling stories and even plotting little pranks to make fun of the Professor’s poor housekeeper Mrs. McCready, who had already grown new strands of gray hair since the last time they were there. Sometimes it was as if they had never stopped being children.

But the best part of it all was that Peter and Caspian no longer had to worry about hiding their love. They could court, exchange passionate kisses, walk across the field hand in hand, rest their heads on each other's shoulders, lie embraced in the meadow in the sunlight. They were free to express all the affection and intimacy that other lovers shared when were together.

The two sat at the table without saying a word for most of the meal, just exchanging shy smiles and affectionate looks. Even after all these years, they still felt and acted like two teenagers in love.

- And you? Aren't you going to eat? - Peter asked, noticing that Caspian hadn't picked up a plate for himself.

- I had already eaten before you arrived. - Caspian explained - You came back early today. How was your afternoon, doctor?

The blond one smiled at the other man's playful tone and moved his hand towards his, interlacing their fingers. From there, Peter began to tell a little about the patients he had seen that day. The two continued talking for a while until, a few minutes later, they got up and went to the couch in the living room. Peter decided to take a new book from the shelf to start reading - one of those lent by Professor Kirke -, while Caspian allowed him to lie down on his lap and just stayed there, running his fingers through his lover's golden hair and carefully watching the change in his expressions as he flip through the pages of the book in his hands.

Caspian recalled that one of the things that surprised him most when meeting Peter was seeing with his own eyes who the man behind the legend was. From idealization to disappointment to acceptance and, finally, to love, he reached a point where he realized that Peter Pevensie - the flawed, vulnerable being who was willing to carry all the burdens of the world alone for the protection of those he loved most, even that this meant putting his own pain aside and suffering in silence - was much more fascinating than the heroic and majestic figure of "The High King Peter the Magnificent'' that he had learned to adore and idolize since he was a child. He felt honored to be one of the few people to know details—intimate secrets—that couldn't be found in any dusty old history book: like the way Peter's shoulders relaxed when he lay awake at night, incapable of surrendering to sleep, sitting against the window frame watching the stars; the unique and special glow that lit up in his smile whenever Lucy was with him; all the wonderful sounds that escaped his mouth when Caspian touched and kissed him in all the right places every time they made love.

Every touch, every gesture, every perfect imperfection made Peter, his husband - perhaps not officially recognized by the law of men, or even in the eyes of God, but real to them and their dear ones - the extraordinary man he loved so so much. And Caspian hoped he had the rest of their lives to show him that.

After a while, Peter got tired of reading and, in one quick movement, closed the cover of the book and sat down. Curious, Caspian remained quiet, looking at the other man, who soon spoke with a voice full of enthusiasm:

- Let's go outside!

Before he had a chance to react, Peter was already pulling him off the couch and guiding him to the front door. It didn't take a second for Rhidon, who was previously asleep on the floor, to wake up to his owners' excitement and quickly follow them. The three of them ran out into the open air, their messy hair flying in the wind and barefoot, feeling the earth, the fallen leaves and the dew on the green grass under the soles of their feet. At that moment, they were not gentlemen of English society, nor soldiers rebuilding their lives in a chaotic world ravaged by war, much less kings of a land full of talking animals and magical creatures. They were just two happy, carefree boys with indomitable spirits and fire in their hearts. They knew they had everything they needed.

When they were both exhausted and out of breath, Peter and Caspian lay down together and watched the way the setting sun painted the sky in strong shades of orange, pink and red. Well, just Caspian, actually. Peter had all his attention focused on the young telmarine's face. The former prince's beauty never went unnoticed in his eyes, even at a time when he still believed to despise him with every fiber of his being. Honestly, the fact that the High King felt so captivated by those piercing black pupils, that tanned skin, those long dark locks that fell over Caspian's broad shoulders in beautiful waves only served to make him even more annoyed with the other’s mere presence.

Not that this was the first time a man had made Peter feel this way. Apparently, romantic relationships between people of the same gender had always been seen as something natural in Narnia, which surprised him at first, considering the fact that he was raised in a world where such an attitude was seen as something abnormal and, at worst, a crime. He remembered the few occasions he had got the attention of some members of the court and messengers from neighboring kingdoms during his and his siblings' reign. There were times when he corresponded and even took the attraction game further. But none of his suitors had ever made Peter feel what he felt when he was with Caspian. And at first, it terrified him. It did because, even after so many years, he still heard voices whispering in his mind, calling him cursed names.

Sick. Unclean. Aberration. Sinner.

But with Caspian, something changed. Those aggressive words began to lose their force. All it took was the sweetness of his smile or hearing him call Peter’s name and suddenly, all the noise inside him was reduced to the purest silence. Now, he could hold Caspian's hand without feeling dirty. He could say "I love you" in its truest meaning without feeling the weight of guilt taking over his heart. He finally allowed himself to feel pleasure, not shame, in being hugged, kissed, touched and, above all, loved by his partner.

You love him and he loves you. You are happy. You are not hurting anyone. There is nothing wrong with that.

You are not broken. You don't need fixing.

Peter stayed like this, lying on the taller man's shoulder, admiring the calm and dreamy expression on his face.

- That's what I love most. - Caspian broke the silence, his voice calm.

- What?

- Moments like this, where we can be alone. Just you and me.

And then came the smile. That damn stupid, charming smile that always made a warm blush rise to his cheeks. And there was only one thing Peter could - and desperately needed - to do about it. He propped himself up on both elbows, held Caspian's face between his hands and pressed his lips against his, giving him a long, slow, fervent kiss.

That's what made Caspian so beautiful, the blond man told himself: it wasn't just his physical beauty, but all the color and beauty he brought to Peter's world. And he had no words to describe the extent of his gratitude for having this wonderful human being by his side.

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The night was calm. The only sounds in the room were the continuous music playing on the radio station and a gentle breeze that blew against the glass of the closed windows. Even after they had already eaten dinner, Peter returned to sit at the table in the kitchen to pay attention to issues related to his work. He was analyzing some notes he had written over the last few weeks related to the project of a new clinic. For a long time, Peter saw medicine as a chance to wash his soul of all the blood he had shed in his former existence, to use his hands to heal and save lives instead of taking them. He wanted to prove to himself that he could be much more than a weapon, an instrument for violence and death. And in the end, he succeeded. But he wanted it to be just the beginning of an even bigger plan.

The young man was so deep in his thoughts that he almost jumped out of his chair when he heard the clinking of the saucer being placed on the table. Peter soon felt the hot steam from the teacup being blown into his face.

- To keep you awake. - Caspian's gentle voice reached his ears.

- I'm not that tired. - Peter replied without looking up from the papers - You know, you don't need to pamper me all the time. I'm already grown up.

Caspian just snorted at his husband's typical petulance. It was a silly behavior he was already quite used to.

- But that's how our relationship works: you take care of everyone. And I - he paused his sentence to approach and kiss Peter's left cheek and only then completed - I take care of you. So, accept this at once and stop complaining.

All Peter did was roll his eyes and simply accept his lover's affectionate gesture.

- Thank you. - Peter said, this time in a more delicate and less irritated tone. In return, Caspian held one of his hands and placed a kiss on his fingers, letting his lips take time to caress that pale, soft skin. When that contact finally ceased, the telmarine was taken by surprise when he noticed the way the man sitting in front of him stared back at him, following his every slightest movement, without ever looking away.

Peter's eyes were the first thing that caught Caspian's attention when they met. Those blue eyes, deep and clear as the ocean, sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes restless and stormy, where giant waves crashed and broke against each other. Caspian always felt like he found a new adventure every time he looked into those eyes, a new secret to be revealed, a new dark corner to be found, an infinite number of possibilities and mysteries that would be impossible to discover in a single life. Even those who called themselves the bravest explorers would be intimidated by the sight of those turbulent and unpredictable waters, but Caspian wasn't one of them. He came from a long lineage of pirates, the daring and danger of the seas ran through his veins. He was not afraid of drowning - in fact, he gladly embraced this possibility.

Suddenly, a slow, romantic ballad started playing on the radio, waking the two lovers from their frenzy - or maybe it was just carrying them into a new dream.

- Would you give me the privilege of follow me in this dance? - Caspian invited him, speaking in a low, deep voice in a way that let his Spanish accent even more evident. He knew very well the effect such seductive move used to have on Peter and how to use it to his advantage.

- The tea will get cold. - the other one stammered in a failed attempt to disguise the desire that took his breath away.

The dark-haired man just chuckled cheekily.

- Just shut up.

Peter didn't even try to retort as he knew that any form of resistance would be futile. He just stood up and let Caspian guide them to the little slice of Heaven the two of them shared.

Since the first time he and his siblings were sent away from Narnia, Peter didn't believe that he would ever be able to feel such genuine joy in worldly things again, like taking an afternoon nap in the shade of a tree, inhaling the scent of the pages of a book when you open it, feeling a snowflake melting on your tongue or even practicing small acts of altruism and kindness on a daily basis that were capable of transforming lives in miraculous ways - he also quickly learned that he didn’t need to be a powerful hero to help those who needed it most.

And of course, dancing at night in the middle of the kitchen with your love. It was another one of his favorite pastimes. Two bodies united, moving in time and space. Heart against heart, beating like drums, sharing the same melody. They were flames, burning and turning everything around them into shadows and smoke, until there was nothing left but the music and two souls naked in the starlight.

The tea was left forgotten on the top of the table, along with all his responsibilities. At that moment, Peter's only reality was Caspian's hair tangled between his fingers, those strong arms running around his hips and the heat of the young man’s lips brushing the skin of his neck. He had never felt so much pleasure in being totally surrendered. All Peter could do was close his eyes, sigh deeply, and just exist.

After that, it's not known exactly how much time has passed. Any sense of hours or minutes became completely clouded and scattered. One moment, the two men were standing in the kitchen and the next, they had been magically transported to the bedroom, taking off their clothes and continuing their dance, but this time, to a rhythm that only they could hear. It was an old song of which only they knew the notes, the rests and the chords. They were the only ones who knew which parts of the body they needed to touch with their hands or mouth to make the other moan, scream and sing.

At the end of the act, the two found themselves thrown onto the messy bed sheets, sweaty bodies intertwined in the darkness. Peter rested his forehead against Caspian's collarbone and closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of his skin and concentrating on the heavy rise and fall of the boy's chest. Then, he felt Caspian wrap his arms around him and slowly slide his hands down his back, massaging specific points on his spine with circular movements of his thumbs. It was a calm, relaxing sensation that made all the tension in the blond's muscles disappear, allowing him to sink into a deep sleep.

It was still something strange to him, being with someone who made him feel safe, protected. In most situations, it was Peter who was forced to take on the mantle of protector, as the eldest brother and as king. It was a challenge to give up this role that he had imposed on himself for so long. It took patience and reflection for him to finally understand that his family was no longer in danger, that the war was already over. That he didn't need to fight anymore. Of course, there were still days when he was haunted by terrible echoes of the past, nights when he woke up to the sound of his own crying and the screams in his head, afternoons when he walked very attentively down the street or stood still for a minute in front of the cottage’s door in an unusual state of alert, as if he feared that something bad was about to happen at any moment.

Now, everything had changed. Peter had found someone he could show his demons to and he knew they wouldn't run away. Not that he had never been vulnerable when he was around his siblings. It was hard not to be when the four of them knew each other better than anyone else: Susan could read his thoughts with just a single look. After years of fighting side by side on the battlefield, Peter and Edmund's minds worked as one, always predicting and preceding each other's every move and strategy. Lucy's presence was enough to calm the storm of emotions that shook his insides.

But with Caspian, that feeling had a different flavor. It wasn't better, nor worse, it was just… new. Peter would face a thousand armies out of love for his family and his kingdom. The love he felt for Caspian made him want to lay down his sword and strip off his armor forever. It was the kind of love that made him want to live, not just survive.

Yes, sometimes all a king needed was a safe haven to lean on. Sometimes, what a king needed most was just someone he could be weak with.

#bia's failed attempt at writing #also I beg you all to please ignore any possible historical inaccuracy in this 🙏#I didn't specify the time in which the story takes place but I imagined it like 5-6 years after the ending of “Prince Caspian (movie-verse)#oh and can I mention HOW BEAUTIFUL 40's SONGS ARE?!!! I'm just commenting 'cause I heard many 40's vibes playlists on youtube #to get some inspiration while writing this fic and OMG I FELT SO RELAXED AND NOSTALGIC (FROM A TIME I WASN'T EVEN BORN) IT'S SO CRAZY!!!! 😍#the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #tcon #c.s. lewis #narnia au #peter pevensie #caspian x #prince caspian #caspeter #caspian x peter #peter x caspian #william moseley #ben barnes #disney #fanfiction #narnia fanfiction #narnia fic #narnia aesthetic #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #my edits #oneshot #one shot #my writing

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Tomorrow X Together concludes tour with fun, fiery PH concert

MANILA — The production for Tomorrow X Together’s (TXT) recent concert at the Philippine Arena was nothing short of grand. Pyrotechnics, bursts of confetti and eye-catching backdrops complemented the song-and-dance numbers for a potent feast for the senses.

But more than these embellishments, it was the lighthearted interactions shared by the K-pop stars and their fans that made the concert a truly unforgettable experience.

Donning princely costumes, Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Huening Kai kicked off the evening — the final show for their second world tour “Act: Sweet Mirage” — with a “dance break version” of the euphoric disco single “Blue Hour.” The boys spared no time in getting close to the fans, moving towards the B-stage halfway through the song.

“We’re so happy we can spend time with MOA in Bulacan this year following last year’s concert in Manila. Na-miss namin kayo (We missed you),” Beomgyu said, drawing loud cheers from fans called MOA.

He was referring to TXT’s two-night concert at the Mall of Asia Arena last October 2022, which also marked the final stop of the group’s first tour “Act: Lovesick.”

The 26-piece setlist for “Act: Sweet Mirage” incorporated songs that the boys performed in “Act: Lovesick,” but also drew from TXT’s extensive catalog to include newer performances. It also covered all of the tracks from the extended play “The Name Chapter: Temptation,” the group’s only Korean release in between the two world tours.

After removing their tops onstage to reveal more casual and colorful shirts, the boys continued to dish out fun and catchy tracks, such as “No Rules,” “Cat & Dog” and “9 And Three Quarters (Run Away).”

The group also brought angsty punk and pop-rock offerings “0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You),” “LO$ER=LO♡ER,” and “Dear Sputnik,” and boasted its members’ dreamy vocals in “Anti-Romantic.”

In the genre-shifting “Eternally” — which remained a concert highlight in “Act: Sweet Mirage” despite having been performed in the previous tour — white and blue lights surrounded the boys as they delivered the soothing verses. But the moment the song swerves into its throbbing electro sections, the scene turned just as menacing, amplified by red lights and flames bursting from the stage’s front.

Filipino fans were also treated to a performance of “Do It Like That,” the group’s collaboration single with the Jonas Brothers released just last month.

During the encore, the quintet sang “Blue Spring,” an unreleased song dedicated to MOAs, and capped the show with a surprise performance of fan song “MOA Diary.”

Fan interactions

The Philippine leg of “Act: Sweet Mirage” — which ran for more than three hours and was produced by Live Nation Philippines — was also a testament of TXT’s growth as entertainers. Compared to the previous concert, the members seemed more confident onstage, not only in their performances but also through their interactions with the crowd.

Concerts have always been a way for K-pop stars to strengthen their bonds with their dedicated fan bases and TXT’s show was no different, featuring engaging talk segments that displayed the boys’ cute and goofy sides.

After “Cat & Dog,” which had the crowd barking, the members gave their own canine impressions. They later whipped out their lightsticks and each took turns in leading the audience to doing playful movements.

Before performing “Happy Fools,” the group also taught the song’s choreography and asked audience members to do the dance challenge, which were flashed on the venue’s big screens.

The Bulacan show also took place a day (or just mere hours) before Huening Kai marked his 21st birthday. As a surprise, the crowd chanted his name during “Dear Sputnik” and joined his bandmates in singing to him near the end of the concert.

“Actually, it’s on my wishlist, to have my birthday and concert happen on the same day,” Huening Kai said.

‘Beautiful’ last concert

As the night drew to a close, the boys thanked fans for making the final stop of their tour a memorable one. “Thank you so much for decorating our last concert this beautifully and to the point that we were able to finish this concert very well,” Yeonjun said.

“Last year, we were able to receive a lot of comfort and love from you guys. I’m so thankful that even today as well, you were able to give us a lot of comfort and love,” Beomgyu said.

Taehyun said the local crowd was “the best [in] singing, dancing, cheering and screaming for us,” adding that he was already looking forward to the group’s next performance in the country.

“‘Act: Sweet Mirage’ in Bulacan ends here but we will come back [for] MOA again to show you how much we have grown with the love that we received so please wait for us,” Soobin said.

#txt #tomorrow x together #230818 #article #abs can News #yeonjun #soobin #taehyun #hueningkai #beomgyu

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nothing breaks like a heart.

joey wheeler x f!reader

warnings: starts as fluff but ends as angst without a happy ending

song: nothing breaks like a heart by mark ronson ft. miley cyrus

notes: sequel to this fic. thank you to @euphorical-angel (i hope it’s ok to tag you!) for your very sweet tags and your inspiration to write this! this one is a lot longer, but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! (also, i may write a part 3 with the end part from the reader’s pov)

It was perfect. Every last detail from the moment Téa had introduced you to the moment he’d finally asked you out, it was all like something out of a movie. Joey had always firmly believed—and said so himself on many occasions—that all that love at first sight nonsense was a load of crap, but you had done wonders at changing his mind with just one short conversation. He’d had the opposite of luck with women but decided to make it his mission to pursue you anyway, making up any excuse he could just to attend the same events you did.

After two excruciating months of hiding Joey finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a date, dressing nicer than he had for his own sister’s wedding. He had begged Yugi to take him to a banquet at KaibaCorp, willing to swallow his pride (and his hatred of Kaiba) just for the chance to talk to you. Yugi obliged, warning Joey on the car ride to the event that he would have to be on his best behavior around Kaiba if he wanted even a sliver of a chance at talking to you. It was rumored that you were Kaiba’s personal favorite employee, one of his hardest workers and closest confidants, so it wasn’t often that he wasn’t seen around you at events like this.

The banquet was nearly over and Joey still hadn’t spoken a word to you, and he doubted he’d get another chance after tonight. He’d been little more than play the part of Yugi’s shadow, barely listening to the banal conversations about business that surrounded him. As much as he loved Duel Monsters he couldn’t stand the behind-the-scenes information, and its inescapable nature had begun to wear on him. He told Yugi he’d be outside if anything happened, and made his way downstairs to the small gathering of benches and trees behind the building.

Summer was just beginning to turn to autumn, and the first cool breeze of the season greeted Joey when he opened the back doors. He breathed in the fresh air and loosened his tie, freezing when he saw someone already sitting on one of the stone benches. He felt all the food he’d eaten violently turn in his stomach when he registered that it was you sitting there, the skirt of your stunning silver gown pulled up so it wouldn’t get dirty. Joey wondered if Kaiba had gotten you that dress, or if you’d picked it out yourself to compliment the midnight blue tuxedo he’d been wearing.

He took a tentative step forward, feeling lightheaded the second your head snapped around to see who was approaching. You gave him a smile that made his heart skip several beats, the sound of it thumping in his ears almost loud enough to drown out your offer for him to take a seat next to you.

“I didn’t even know you were here,” You admitted sweetly, giggling softly when Joey chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly in response.

“To be honest with ya I got no clue what’s goin’ on here, I just tagged along with Yugi to uh...” Joey trailed off and lowered his voice, desperately hoping you wouldn’t be able to hear, “to get a chance to see you.”

Blush spread across your cheeks as you shyly looked away from Joey. “I...Well, I’m glad you came, I wanted to get the chance to talk with you again too.”

Joey internally cheered, hoping that he wouldn’t fumble the question that hovered in the back of his mind, just waiting to be asked. “So, uh, ya like Duel Monsters? You gotta, considering who you work for ‘an all.”

“Yeah, it’s a little dorky, but I do. Seto taught me how to play when I first started working here, and I’ve actually gotten to enter a few tournaments. Now I’m nowhere near as good as you or him, but I do a pretty okay job.”

“Wait...me?” No one had ever called Joey a good duelist except for his friends, and certainly no one who was as close to Kaiba as you were. “You really think I’m that good?”

“Now this is going to sound really nerdy but uh...when I was getting into the game I went back through some of the records and watched some old duels from some televised matches. Of course I knew how good Seto was because, you know, he was my main partner, but it was amazing seeing how well you and Yugi Muto played then too. I even...” your blush deepened tenfold, “I even went up and asked your friend Yugi for his autograph when we first met. Seto made fun of me for it, but I couldn’t not ask. He’s one of the best duelists I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, Yugi is pretty great.” It seemed Joey was still stuck firmly in the shadow of Yugi and Kaiba, even in the eyes of the girl he liked.

“Don’t get me wrong though, out of all the decks I think I like yours the best. Plus I love a good underdog story, and yours is probably the best one Duel Monsters has ever seen.” You waved your hand, obviously embarrassed by how much research you’d put into the game. “But enough about my silly analysis, it doesn’t matter too much anyway. I’m glad I got the chance to talk to you, even if I’m pretty bad at making conversation.”

Joey’s heart hammered a frantic pace in his chest. “I really like makin’ conversation with ya, though. You got a real nice way of explainin’ stuff you’re into, even if ya think it’s boring to everyone else.”

“Oh that’s....that’s very nice of you, Joey. Thank you.”

He felt his whole body warm at your words, the feeling quickly giving way to a nervous sweat when he saw you scoot closer to him on the bench, your thigh almost pressing against his. It’s now or never Wheeler, make your move!

“So, uh, (Name).”

“Yeah?”

“Are you uh,” Joey swallowed thickly, “are you free next Friday, maybe? I uh...I was wonderin’ if you uh, wanted to go out to dinner with me or somethin’...if you’re busy then I understand and you don’t gotta say yes or no right now, but—“

“I’d love to, Joey. Here, I’ll give you my number and we can work out a time and a place, how does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect...” Just like you.

In the months that followed Joey found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you every day. The way you stared at him when he was doing the most mundane of tasks, looking at him like he’d hung the stars themselves. The way your face lit up when you won a game of Duel Monsters, always so proud of how far you’d come in so little time. The way you collapsed into his lap after a long day at work, falling asleep almost instantly, not even stirring when he picked you up and carried you to bed. The way you looked in his old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, walking through your kitchen as you made dinner and talked strategy with him.

In the back of his mind he always worried that he wouldn’t be enough for you, that one day he’d lose to Kaiba again, but it seemed you were always there to quell his nerves just when he needed you most. He couldn’t have asked for anyone better than you, and he never wanted the feeling to end.

It was a year before the two of you talked about moving in together, deciding that you’d move into his apartment that winter. You spent every weekend in December moving box after box into his house, warmed by the thought that soon you’d get to sleep next to him every night, sharing the home the two of you had always dreamed of. The first month was an adjustment to be sure, full of minor spats and spells of silence, but when the dust finally settled it was the happiest Joey had ever been. He was sure Yugi and Tristan were tired of him gushing about you to them, but he just couldn’t help it. It was as if the heavens themselves had come down and blessed him with you, and he’d be damned if you didn’t know it every single day that you were together.

By a year and a half you’d become one of the highest ranking members of Kaiba’s personal team, and by far the best liason the company had ever seen. Though you were spending more time with Kaiba than ever before you still made a point to spend time with Joey every night, speaking promises into the dark of your room that you would keep choosing him for a very long time.

And it was this very promise that brought Joey to where he currently stood: outside a jewelry store, thinking about where he wanted his life to go next. He had a much more modest job than you, but he wasn’t exactly pressed for cash, making enough from work and tournament winnings to comfortably support himself. He loved you, and loved living with you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wanted something more. He wanted a real house, not just an apartment. You’d talked about kids in passing once, but never as a serious topic. You came to all his duels and cheered him on, but he wanted to be the stuff of legend. But the only way he could see that legend play out was with you by his side until the bitter end.

And the only way he could do that was, well, by asking you to marry him.

Joey spent months after his epiphany agonizing over the perfect way to ask you to marry him. It seemed that your relationship was going better than ever, and at the two-year mark he felt more sure than he’d ever been that he wanted to marry you. He spent countless nights sitting in one of the lawn chairs on the balcony on the phone with Serenity, asking her opinion on every proposal idea that popped into his head. She assured him that the perfect idea would come to him, but it had already been over a year and not a single opportunity had presented itself. He was beginning to doubt that it was even a good idea in the first place, but every time he saw you smile at him it confirmed to him that he was making the right choice, no matter how long it took to actually act on.

Finally, after a year and a half of planning, Joey finally had the answer. He’d saved up earnings from his last four duels to take you out on a fancy night on the town, something better than Kaiba could’ve ever dreamed of giving you. He would take you to your favorite restaurant, then to an outdoor market you’d excitedly been telling him about for days. He’d buy you whatever you wanted no matter how expensive, and at the end of the night he’d present you with the ring he’d been holding onto for three months now. He’d flown Serenity all the way back to Domino City just to help him pick it out, and every time he snuck a look at it from its hiding place in your closet it filled him with nothing but boundless joy. He was surprised you hadn’t caught onto his plans yet, but it seemed he had how busy you were with work to thank for that.

When the day finally came he could barely contain his excitement as he got ready with you, distracted from his own routines by how gorgeous you looked. You’d done up your hair the way he liked it, opting for a more toned-down version of the makeup routine you usually used when the two of you went out to the clubs for the occasion. You were wearing one of your favorite outfits, waving Joey off when he asked if you were worried about it being too casual for such a nice restaurant. You proclaimed you’d seen people with double your income wearing much worse, quickly stopping any more conversation dead in its tracks.

This too was perfect, down to the last minute detail. The weather was perfect, the food was perfect, even the traffic was perfect. Joey didn’t want to jinx it by saying nothing could go wrong, but he had a good feeling about what he had planned for the end of the night.

The two of you wandered around the night market for a few hours, sampling all kinds of desserts and drinks as the night stretched on. You had each gotten each other a few gifts, even opening packs of Duel Monsters cards right there by the stall, but nothing was as exciting to Joey as the box currently feeling as if it were burning a hole in his pocket. Every time his hand brushed it when he went to put his wallet back he felt anxious electricity run through his fingertips, and his anticipation for the perfect moment only grew.

Finally you reached a gathering of trees near the market, deciding to sit down for a break so you could both rest your feet for a bit before you made your final sweep and headed home. Joey was as nervous as he was the first day he’d asked you out, if not more. He rotated the box in his hand while you looked through your bags, rearranging them so you had less to carry. He felt as if he was going to pass out right then and there, weakly clearing his throat to get your attention.

He knelt down on one knee, pulling the box out from his pocket. “(Name), I swear I’ve loved ya since the day we first met. Hell, I think I even love ya more now. You’re the best person I’ve ever met, and I couldn’t dream of spendin’ even a single day without you by my side. You’re the only person who’s ever really believed in me, you know that? Every duel I play I look for you cheerin’ me on in the crowd, and I want it to be that way for forever. So I guess what I’m tryin’ to ask ya here is...will you marry me?”

Joey’s eyes searched your face for an answer, the weight of your silence crushing him more with every passing second. He saw the tears welling in your eyes, looked at the way you gripped one hand with the other, and he felt the nervous pit grow in his stomach. “(Name)? C’mon, you gotta say somethin’. Please.”

“Joey I....I’m so sorry....” your breath hitched, makeup smearing as tears streamed down your face, “I’m so, so sorry, but I....I can’t. I just can’t.”

Joey’s other knee slammed into the ground, but the pain was nothing compared to what he felt in his chest. He gripped the ring box in his hand, desperately trying to keep himself from crying too. You....you had said no. Why? Was it too soon? He could try again later. Was it not the right ring? He’d buy another. Was he not making enough money? He’d find a new job. Anything, anything he had to do for one more chance, he’d do it in a heartbeat. Whatever it took, he just couldn’t lose you. Not yet. Not like this. Please, not like this.

“I...I’m so sorry. I have to go.”

Nothing was the same after that. Joey spent most nights alone now, with you either sleeping on the couch or at one of your friends’ houses. You were distraught too, but nowhere near as bad as he was. He’d dropped out of every duel he’d signed up for, barely able to drag himself to work if it weren’t for rent. You barely spoke a word to him, still offering no explanation as to why you’d rejected his proposal.

You’d started moving your belongings now too, silent when he asked you if you’d found a new place. You could barely even look at him, he didn’t know why he was expecting any sort of conversation. All he could do was wait for the final box to leave, and then you’d be out of his life for good. Then what? Try and pick up the pieces, start life over with someone new? He could barely stomach the thought of you moving out, how the hell did he expect to date someone else? He doubted he would ever get any real closure, but he could at least ask you what he’d done wrong before you left.

“(Name), I can’t watch you go without askin’ you this first,” Joey began, barely holding back tears as he watched you stand in the doorway, setting the box you were holding down as you waited for his question, “why’d ya say no?”

Your eyes darted away from him. “Joey I....you know I love you, right?”

“Not anymore,” He spat, feeling instantly guilty when he saw the look on your face.

“Well, I do. But I just....it’s not the right time. I don’t know if it ever will be. I’ve loved the last few years we’ve spent together, really I have, but I just...I don’t know. It doesn’t...I still don’t know what I feel, I just know that this doesn’t feel like the right thing to do.”

“Say it then.”

“What?”

Joey stood up, tears welling in his eyes. “Say that I wasn’t enough for ya, then! Tell me that I’m annoyin’ or-or that I suck at duelin’ or something! Anything, anything but that you’re just leavin’ me like that. Please.”

You crossed the living room, cupping Joey’s face with your hand. “I’ll always have love in my heart for you, Joey, but right now isn’t the right time. And I don’t know if there ever will be a right time, and that’s what scares me. I don’t know what I want yet, and I don’t want you to suffer because of that. I’m so sorry.”

You pressed a kiss into his cheek, picked up your box, and left for the final time. So desperately did Joey want to chase after you, shouting as loud as he could that he didn’t care if you didn’t know what you wanted, because you’d figure it out together. He wanted to stop you before you even made it to your car, wanted to make you change your mind before you’d even left the living room, but all he could do was sink to his knees and sob.

Everything was imperfect now, an empty shell of what it had been before. Everything was shrouded in a thick darkness now that your light was gone, and Joey didn’t know if it would ever lift. He didn’t know where you were going, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted the answer. He hoped whoever you found next would treat you well, but that was the most he could offer. For now he had to begin to figure out how exactly to live his life without you.

An impossible task, to be sure.

#yugioh #yu gi oh #yu-gi-oh #joey wheeler x reader #joey wheeler #katsuya jonouchi x reader #katsuya jonouchi #yugioh x reader #yu-gi-oh x reader #x reader #x reader fanfiction

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justalittlebitbored · 3 months

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hi lovely!! i know the willow series is on hiatus, but i have so many outcomes in my head that i had to share with you! whether you decide to finish the series or not is up to you but the chapters are amazing and so well done. the way you describe the readers thoughts are so human, it’s all so enjoyable.

anyways back to what i think would happen, i totally think once rem and the reader confess it’s so going to be one of those angry love confessions. ugh like it’s obvious that her self esteem isn’t that great; we see it with rem and with Alex. So her lashing out finally after he interrogates her or maybe asks her why she’s been so weird would be kind of euphoric and relieving for her.

this is just one the things i’ve been thinking about, but truly your series has been my roman empire since i read it today! 💗💗

happy belated new year and i hope all is well either way you 🫶

hi queenie!!!

thank you so much for the love, I want to finish the series badly as it was all planned out and all but I just need to motivation to do so. hopefully soon?

the fact you said the series is your Roman Empire fills my heart with sm joy!!!!! I could potentially get part 3 up soon bc it’s only missing like 2 scenes I think from when I wrote it in May so if I knock two brain cells together I could post it potentially

I love that you have thought that they would have an angry love confession scene, looking at how I’ve written it that does seem like it is coming but I am an angsty girl so I had something different in mind.

I was thinking a sad confession scene between them both and she thinks it’s the breaking point of their friendship when he confesses too and it’s just so sad and tearful and wholesome.

I actually would love to explore an alternate ending where the confession is angry I agree it would be so freeing for her.

you know what babe willow tree part three is getting posted tonight. ITS HAPPENING!!!! and it’s bc of u

thank you for ur sweet message i love u girly pop

#Remus lupin #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin oneshot #harry potter #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader

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tinkertayler · 2 years

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Not to be hyperbolic, but I think the moment in Heartstopper episode three "Kiss" where Nick sees Tara and Darcy dancing and kissing at Harry's party is genuinely one of my favorite moments ever put to film. I am always a sucker for loud, bright, colorful party scenes in teen shows; I live for the aesthetic and sonic pleasures of flashing multi-colored lights and thumping EDM bass. But THIS scene... It hits different.

Is it a little corny? Oh, yes. But the whole show is a little corny, so it fits. And it works for the same reason the rest of the show does: while its sentimental sweetness is enough to cause cavities, it is so earnest and pure of heart that you just can't help but love it.

Three things I adore:

1) The lighting. The colorful strobe lights are aesthetically pleasing, but they aren't solely an aesthetic choice - they also serve an important narrative and emotional purpose. Rainbow lights - emphasis on the bisexual pinks and blues - shine on Nick as he watches Tara and Darcy dance, sees the joy that being together makes them feel, and realizes how much he wants to be with Charlie. Everything that felt confusing and overwhelming and impossible suddenly feels attainable and easy and right. His hesitance and apprehension momentarily gives way to confidence and resolve. All the fear and uncertainty surrounding sexuality dissolves into a sea of joy and love.

2) The song selection. CHVRCHES' "Clearest Blue". God. Heartstopper is backed by a consistently great soundtrack - I was officially won over by the show when Wolf Alice's anthemic "Don't Delete the Kisses" played at the end of episode 1 - but the music is especially crucial in this scene. This moment is a narrative linchpin - a turning point for Nick as a character as well as in Nick and Charlie's relationship - and it needs to be striking, evocative, and effective. "Clearest Blue" is perfect. It helps create a moment that radiates euphoric, infectious, transcendent joy.

3) The gaze. Two girls dance and kiss while their male classmate watches them from a distance. Gloriously, it's the purest, most wholesome moment in the history of the world; there is not a hint of voyeuristic energy. None from Nick, none from the camera. Tara and Darcy kiss with joyful abandon, Nick watches with joyful wonder. It's a revelation. A teenage boy - who does like girls, mind - reacts to the sight of two girls dancing, kissing, and being happy together not by objectifying, fetishizing, or sexualizing them, but instead by feeling happy, awestruck, and newly empowered. He feels inspired to go after the boy he likes, because he really, really wants to kiss and be happy with him, too.

This moment hits like a tidal wave and makes your heart swell. It's loud and vibrant. It's electrifying and emotional. It's uplifting and heartwarming. It's sentimental and romantic. It's full of joy and innocence. It could have come across as cloying, but it doesn't. It's one of the loveliest moments I've ever seen in a queer romance - or any romance, for that matter.

It's kind of perfect, and I kind of love it.

#anyway i'm FINE #clearly #!!!!#this moment has been living in my head rent free for nearly a week #heartstopper

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midnightmisadventures · 4 months

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Dream catcher part 2

So now.....i remember being with friends. Bff, interesting characters from s p a. And we had to show up with our lunch and personal item bc we were going straight from here to the plane or whatever.

So its this huuuge gym slash hall. I called it alumni. Oh also it was Halloween? It was halloween so everyone was dressed cunty and i remember telling sarah this is the cuntiest alumni has ever looked.

So here was the schedule:

We can go to day one of three of an on campus music festival

Training for activity abroad

Bus/plane abroad

Once we get abroad...do the activity and then have the rest of the time to yourself (meet up with erikka)

So in my "friend group" is this guy Olly? I think thats his name. He was white, and kinda gave steve/anthony vibes looks wise. Personality wise we were both silly and kept making eachother laugh. like we were a group but we had to sit in filed lines and olly and i just got closer and closer like all of a sudden we were hitting it off and he was so sweet.

This is blurry? But we are planning for camping/the music festival and being like holy shit why dont we have any water or ice like we're gonna be so hot walking around. Just because its not as hot as coachella we need water. So its euphoric we're all excited and having fun. One scene olly and i ran out onto the festival field together and was just gleefully dancing lol

Then we were somewhere we had to sit, and there was a swarm of wasps. around the group next to us. And im terrified like i hate bees. So im telling olly like im genuinely so scared and uncomfy i really want to be farther away from them. Then theres THOUSANDS of them, on the grass in front of us. And they start stinging us. It didnt hurt like an actually wasp but just tiny red dots on our arms. So Olly and i are trying to get out. And this random girl is like standing over me keeping me from being able to get up bc shes trying to leave to. But im being crushed and stuck. So i started yelling like "hey I NEED THIS SPACE to be able to get up and escape like you cant just trample me" so me and the girl start arguing and then Olly in my defense just SHOVES the girl onto a PILE of wasps. And everyone is like holy shitttttt

And yesss daddy so protective, aww, he was really trying to help but also that was a little harsh and i do feel bad for the girl. So i get up and help her a little just bc if that was me i'd literally off myself.

So she gets help, and we all disperse. I find olly and hug him like thank you for sticking up for me, that was really kind. And hes like ofc

And now we're like little honeymooners we are reading eachothers minds, laughing at eachothers jokes, trying to stay quiet during "instruction." attached at the hip. And i wasnt overthinking it, cause he was in our friend group and i thought he was cute and i was just glad he was just as interested as being close to me as i was to him.

um.....next part?

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chaecchi · 3 years

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not shy of a spark ▸ p.c.y

you were way out of place, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from the silver haired boy with the guitar

park chanyeol/fem!reader

words: 6.3k

warnings/tags: smut, non idol!au, rocker!au ?, protected sex, kinda sub!reader, feelings, mostly build-up, fluff at the end

a/n: this is for my best friend : ) she knows who she is. (gif by dazzlingkai)

you really shouldn't be here. this was not your scene. you don't dance. you don't hook up with strangers. you don't even drink. everyone drifts around you as if they, too, know you don't belong here. but you can't find it in you to leave when the lights dim impossibly lower and a single spotlight illuminates the small stage in front of you. you shiver.

the place wasn't that small. it was decently sized, with a long bar that stretched the width of its back wall and an open dance floor big enough to hold all of the couples who came to dance and those who came for the live music. well, big enough except for when it was him. the reason you were here tonight, again. it's probably rude to just say him when in fact he was a part of a band. but it was him who kept you coming.

you always wondered why they kept performing here when they had clearly outgrown the place. they had amassed a sizeable following through playing all sorts of places like this, finding their perfect audience and keeping them with their addictive sound. they probably had a bunch of girls, and guys, like you who would come out for every show. that thought might have deterred you had you any shame remaining.

it was never your plan. you didn't go out looking for this. hell, you barely even went out to begin with. but when your best friend dragged you out to this bar with colorful claims of an awesome new band with a sexy guitarist, what choice did you have, really? you were only human. she knew your type better than anyone else. and god damn, was she right. your entire being wished she wasn't. you also wished that she wasn't friends with said sexy guitarist's band members and didn't tell you about how sweet he was and how, despite his stage presence, he was actually a huge softie. maybe if she hadn't, you wouldn't be here for the nth weekend in a row, swirling your virgin sex on the beach in your hands and hiding behind rows of bodies as they cheered for the man you ogled in secret.

he walked onto the stage with the rest of the members, getting in his place and adjusting the mic to reach his absurd height, because of course he's tall. he was off to the right, opposite side from where you were standing further back in case he happened to look out and see your pitiful form. he wasn't the front man, no, that would be too cliché. instead, the front man was a slightly shorter man with soft, round features and a booming voice that didn't match at all, whom your best friend said she had her eyes on. she playfully warned you when you said you'd be going without her this time since she had to work late and told you to stay away from the baby-faced brunette.

fine with you, you wanted the big one with the even bigger eyes that seemed to catch all the nonexistent light in the room as he played. the same eyes that would squeeze shut with his face contorted in a sort of euphoric pleasure when he got to a solo. his fingers that moved at the speed of light as he worked through the chords, playing you along with them. the hands that seemed to have trapped you here, with such big palms and thick fingers. they looked so strong. and warm. he looked like he was warm, if the amount he sweat on stage was any indication. you couldn't stop your mind from wandering to such indecent places. you could say the music was the second thing you came for.

but that was equally to blame. it's because he looked the way he did on stage. so radiant and magnetic when he played, it was definitely the hottest thing you had ever seen. you almost wondered how it was free, or legal. he loved his music. it showed in everything he did. and you loved it too. you just loved the artistry of him a bit more. especially when he would sing. his voice was like fresh honey and sunlight. it was just as warm, rugged, and strong as him. to be able to experience that so intimately, you'd go anywhere.

it was a different voice that broke you from your reverie. the brunette up front was shouting a greeting into the microphone, not that he needed it. you straightened up and took a deep breath to calm the jittery feeling in your core. an introduction by the front man and the hollering of the crowd was all it took before the first notes of a song hit your ears. they usually did covers of songs that most people would already know and love, but would always perform an original or two in the mix. sometimes they'd even take requests. and that's exactly what they did tonight.

after a few covers the front man bent over to grab a water bottle and smile at someone by the edge of the stage, then rising to turn and mouth something to each of his band members. you watched the guitarist intently, stomach twisting at the smirk that took over the normally soft features of his face. oh fuck.

you panicked as he switched places with the front man, taking the center and adjusting the mic to his height once again. the front man was moving to his new spot off to the side and grabbing a synthesizer to set it up for whatever was about happen. this had never happened before. even when he led a song, he never left his spot off to the side. he was somehow much closer and much bigger here. you shrank in your spot. no. whatever this is you can't do it. it's too much.

he cleared his throat and the whole place fell silent. "this is gonna be the last song. this was a special request from a good friend of ours. this goes out to whoever needs to hear it."

with that the spotlights dimmed, the whole place darkened and only the outline of him was visible. you had a sinking feeling and something told you that you should probably run. you should get out while you still could. before your feet melded with the floor entirely.

it was too late. the still air was filled with the reverberating sound of synth. a chord progression that you knew very well. something that every other time would only make you shiver at most, but in this moment, creeped in and stole the breath from your lungs entirely.

you wanted to laugh. of course he would play this song. of course he would lead this song. no, of course. it hit you in that moment that the special request from the "good friend" was none other than your asshole best friend. the friend who knew what this song and what this man did to you. that little-

the cheers of the crowd snapped you out of your thought. before you could even process it, his smooth voice was filling your ears with the first line of 505. yeah, that 505.

the spotlight returned to him and only him as he held the mic with both hands, eyes hidden by his messy silver hair and plush lips caressing the mic. you stopped breathing, watching his hands slide down the mic stand to strum a grungy sounding chord on his guitar.

the drums kicked in and you released the breath you were holding, probably drooling now as he continued the verse, the other members came into view one by one with the spotlights, but they may as well have been invisible to you.

he sang into the mic like his life depended on it, face twisting around certain words and the music visibly flowing through him. he was glowing. you were ascending.

the song slowed in the middle and you felt your heart pound in your throat. you felt like prey being stalked and chased and you weren't even moving. he stepped out of the light and threw his head back, whipping it forward and belting out the next line as that third verse hit.

this must have been enlightenment. you were definitely experiencing something otherworldly. everything else had faded away and the room felt empty. you sat still and silent through the rest of the song, watching him rock and jump and throw himself around with the music. you were transfixed.

his fingers worked the strings to the end of the song, the cheers dying out so all that was left to be heard was him playing the final notes to a close.

the cheering was louder than you'd ever heard it, but that could have been in your mind. he was panting and wiping his forehead, an out of place smile taking over his handsome face as he bowed and backed away back stage. the crowd shouted for an encore but the front man thanked them and told them they'd be back again. you watched him disperse into the crowd and wondered where the guitarist had gone.

usually you would be leaving by now, scampering away with your tail between your legs, terrified at the thought of someone approaching you when you were just here to get your fix. this time, you were like stone. you couldn't get yourself to move even minutes after the normal music returned and everyone started dancing. you should have gone already. just as you turned and tried to get yourself in motion you were stopped by a familiar voice behind you.

"so, how was that?"

you froze. you felt cornered. why you? you tried in that moment to teleport anywhere else that wasn't in front of this man. when you turned you saw his expectant eyes, watching your face and awaiting a response with a small dimpled smile. oh my god, speak you fool.

when you didn't, he laughed and brushed his hair back, the beads of sweat on his forehead visible to you now. "your friend told me you'd like that song. she said that you thought my voice would suit it. baekhyun pointed you out to me, so i wanted to see if it was as good as you thought it might be."

this was it. you were going to kill her. and this baekhyun? you didn't even know he knew you. they plotted this whole thing, probably laughing together over your pathetic and awkward self. he had to die too. but first, you needed to prove you could speak to the sweet man in front of you, who now was beginning to fidget nervously at your silence.

"ah- yes! i'm sorry, i didn't know she was going to do that, which if i had then i would never have told her anything," you mumbled the last part to yourself. you didn't miss the way he had to lean down to try to hear you better.

"i mean, it was really good." great, how intelligent of you. maybe you should just try and become the first human being to die by holding their own breath. you could probably make it possible right about now.

even so, he smiled brightly and rocked back on his heels, seemingly ecstatic with your response. oh. he's cute.

"really? i was kind of nervous about doing a whole song on my own, but knowing you liked it makes it worth it."

fuck. he really is sweet. this is too much. maybe you could just run away. he'd probably be so confused he wouldn't even have time to question it.

"i'm chanyeol, by the way, but my friends call me loey," he held out a big hand to you and to your own surprise, you didn't even hesitate to take it.

he smiled brightly when you told him your name, repeating it and making it sound like a song in his honey tone. you couldn't stop the tremor that took over your body. if he noticed, he didn't comment as he just moved along to his next thought.

"baek has told me a bit about you. your friend has a lot of nice things to say about you. it's really sweet."

okay, maybe you won't kill them. but you still have some choice words for her later.

"i didn't realize she was close with you guys."

"mostly just baekhyun, they're both the same brand of shithead, it's kind of incredible."

you let out a genuine laugh at that and his chest seemed to inflate. you had to try not to think too much of it.

"yeah, she said you're kind of a fan?" his voice lilted at the word. "it's really cool that you come out to see us even when we repeat sets. i'm glad someone likes our stuff that much." his smile met his eyes.

you wanted to tell him everything. how good their music is and how much you love his voice and watching him perform and get lost in his music. how much you appreciate it. instead you decided to play it safe.

"i really like your sound. especially your originals. i can tell you guys put your all into it and it pays off. it's too good for me not to come." you let out a breath through your nose and looked away for the first time since you first met his eyes, face heating up at your confession. when you lifted your gaze you were met with pink cheeks that probably matched your own.

"thank you. that means a lot to me. baek, jongdae and i write most of it. i'm always a little uncertain of it so that makes me really happy." he finishes and just holds your stare. he looks like he wants to say something else, or like he's wait for something. maybe he's waiting for you to say more? should you just shamelessly fluff him up? he deserves it. you're about to speak when he cuts you off.

"do you want a drink? we don't have anything for the rest of the night so if you're up for it we could hang around? talk a bit maybe?" he doesn't look away and you feel like you're going to forget how to say yes.

"that sounds great." you start to overthink your answer but he stops you when he motions you toward the bar.

"after you." his voice is low and it snaps you into action, gliding past him as you have to refrain from looking back to see if he's following. you know he is when you feel a hot touch on your back between your shoulders, his towering frame coming up beside you to clear some space and guide you through the crowd toward the bar. it takes everything in you not to whine aloud.

he pulls out an empty stool for you at the bar and is still taller than you as he stands. the blaring music and dozens of conversations at once overwhelm your ears. chanyeol leans in to ask you what you want to drink. coming back to your senses, you panic because you don't usually drink much, and you really want to be sober for this.

"uh. actually. i had a drink before, and i have to get home on my own. i didn't want to say no but," you leave it there, hoping he'll understand what you meant.

he nods and only moves back enough for you to see his face that is way too close for your own good. "that's okay, i wasn't really in the mood to drink tonight either."

he's leaning on his arm that's up on the bar by your shoulder, half caging you in and enveloping you in the scent of some nice cologne and what you could only identify as him. your breath quickens and his eyes fall to your chest as it rises and falls rapidly. you feel like you might slip right off the stool if he doesn't back away soon.

something shifts in the room. the light that's usually present in his round eyes is no longer there and they narrow on your form beneath him. "how about we go somewhere else where we can actually hear each other?"

the room is empty once again, and you know this is either going to be the best or the worst decision of your life. which will end up being the best either way. you nod.

chanyeol holds his hand out to you and you take it, hopping down from the stool and letting him lead you by a hand on your lower back through the place. you pass by a bunch of people who compliment chanyeol and their performance and he thanks all of them without stopping. no one seems to notice you as you follow beside him, shivering slightly and trying to look composed. he leads you off to the side with him where you see baekhyun sitting at a corner table half straddling some - what the fuck?

your best friend looks up at you and smiles, a wicked smile that baekhyun mirrors from his place in her neck. it sends chills through you for a different reason. you wanted to yell at her, to ask her what the hell she was doing here, but chanyeol speaks for you.

"oh hey, glad you made it! we're probably gonna go find something to eat. somewhere that isn't as loud or greasy as it is in here." his last words are pointed at baekhyun, who has his face buried in your friend's neck while she laughs dryly. they're evil, that's all it is.

"don't let us stop you! go have fun," she leans forward and looks you in the eye, "let me know what you get, i might want some."

chanyeol doesn't seem to react and just waves as the two go back to it, finally heading for the door and pulling out his keys with his free hand. you forgot about what you just witnessed instantly when he unlocked his car. a fucking benz? could they even make enough for that?!

he caught your expression and was quick to explain. "ah. i didn't buy it. my dad. big company, ceo, blah blah. won't let me drive around in 'anything but the best' so he gifted me this for my twenty-first. if there's anything i hate more than him throwing his wealth around it's the thought of it going to waste." he lets his statement hang in the air and you correct your gaze. "one day though, i'll be able to buy a brand new one of these myself."

in that moment, you think you could drop to your knees and suck him dry. you will absolutely have to scold your friend for leaving that detail out as well later. but for now you let chanyeol lead you to the passenger side and help you up into it, catching the way his eyes linger on your exposed legs while you climb in.

he makes his way around the car and into the driver's seat, taking off his jacket to reveal tan and toned arms with small tattoos littering them. you begin to regret getting into such a small space with him and wonder how you're going to make it out of this.

chanyeol switches to bluetooth and swipes through his phone, settling on a playlist you can see out of the corner of your eye that has a dark cover photo. mellow guitar melts away the tension in your limbs and he puts his phone into the holder, turning his full attention to you. your eyes are on his hands and the big, flashy watch that adorns his wide wrist. did he always have that?

"are you actually hungry? i know a nice place that's kind of like a diner. good night time food."

are you? you're pretty sure you couldn't stomach anything right now, but he might not have eaten so you ask. "i'm not starving or anything, are you?"

he shakes his head, his brows coming together like he's trying to remember something. "oh! i know a place we can just sit and look at the city. it's a really nice night. is that okay with you?"

you could probably die right now and be totally okay with that. the look on your face probably shows as much, but you give him a verbal confirmation anyway.

shifting gears, he smiles and begins to roll out of the parking lot into the neon lit streets. chanyeol drives with ease, one hand on his knee tapping along to the songs in his playlist, and you feel like you're not really there. you feel like you're watching yourself from afar, at the same time all too aware of the buzzing of your body in his proximity.

he's talking to you the whole time, asking you about yourself and your body is responding. maybe you broke and you're just on autopilot. you feel out of control of yourself. but it's the most alive you've ever felt.

the both of you share about yourselves and your lives for nearly half an hour until you reach an empty lookout lot on the top of a mountain that borders the city. you didn't know this was up here.

"this is one of my favorite spots to sit. it's probably cheesy, but i like to come up here and write songs. it's even better at night."

"i see why," you turn to him and smile, "i would do the same thing. it's beautiful."

he lets his small smile drop as his face melts into something more serious. he's looking at you with such intensity you feel like you might burst into flames.

"do you want to look at the stars?" a simple question he somehow made sound like a proposal. you could only nod and follow, it seems.

chanyeol lays out a blanket on the roof of his car and helps you up with small protests from you about breaking it.

"nah, its tough. i do this all the time. it can definitely take two."

your mind wonders if he's ever done this before or if he's always here alone and he seems to pick up on it when he speaks again.

"usually i'm by myself, so it's nice to have someone else to share this with."

he settles in next to you, his big form taking up more than half of it and leaving his side touching yours. on your back looking out to the sky with the man next to you, you've never felt so small.

chanyeol points out a constellation to you and then swiftly falls into a rant about space debris and elon musk and your heart swells. he could talk about anything and make it sound like a fairytale.

he laughs hard when you make a joke about teslas, kicking and slapping his hand on the car and rocking it, almost falling off in the process. you grab his arm and pull him to you when he almost slips, giggling and telling him to be careful.

his skin is hot to the touch and it makes you feel cold in the midsummer night air. he ended up on his side lower than you, his big eyes now gazing up at you and making him look kind of like a puppy. he was such anomaly. how could he be so cute and so sexy at the time?

he turns so he's on his stomach facing you and leaning on his forearm. he's pressed against your side and you can feel him everywhere, the warmth radiating off of him. it makes you shiver for the thousandth time that night. he notices and straightens up.

"are you cold? i have another blanket if you want-"

"that's okay," you can feel your filter wearing down, "i'm not cold. it's just you."

he looks confused but stays silent for you to continue, and you do.

"you make me nervous. i can't really control myself. i'm kind of confused by it myself."

his concerned look melts into one of understanding and a sort of amusement? he moves up higher so he's eye level with you as you're still frozen on your back and leans down closer to you.

your breathing picks up again and you can't hide the tremor that's coming from your core. you probably look like a scared little bunny that's been trapped by a wolf. it's how you feel.

he keeps inching closer until you can feel his breath on your face and you can't do anything but close your eyes. you're not even sure what you're expecting but you know the sight of him that close is too much.

chanyeol moves to the side and you feel his lips brush against your cheek. "can i kiss you?"

you're dumbfounded. does he even have to ask? yet he still does. you have to suck his dick for that. you let out a noise between a squeak and a sigh and nod, because it definitely wasn't intelligible.

you hear him laugh through his nose and then his leg swings over yours so he's hovering over you. an arm on each side of you as you open your eyes to see him from below. he looks huge like this. you feel faint.

he starts to lower himself and lean into you, his warmth taking over you and making your body hum. "tell me if you want me to stop, cause i might not be able to slow down."

fucking hell. he's going to be the death of you.

you grow a spine and whisper back to him, "please don't." and then he's moving, closing the gap and parting your lips with his plump, warm ones. his lips that are even warmer and softer than you thought they'd be.

he lowers himself onto you so you feel his whole body, careful not to put too much weight onto you. his hand holds the side of your head as he kisses you deeper, his lips eagerly blending with yours. you lift your arms around his back and let yourself go, allowing yourself to feel the muscles that you've daydreamed about time and time again.

you let out a moan when he sucks your lip into his mouth between his teeth. his hips twitch over yours and you try to move up into him when you're reminded that you're literally on the roof of a car in the open air. it hits you all at once and you pull back to rise on your elbow.

chanyeol looks confused and almost hurt until he sees where you're looking. "oh shit, yeah. why don't we go inside."

he's leading you down again and holds up a finger as he pushes the back row of seats down flat. "good thinking."

you melt at his soft smile, the misplaced cuteness returning to add to the messy cocktail of emotions swirling in your gut.

he crawls in beside you, making sure to lock the doors twice before he returns to his previous position. "is this still okay?"

you nearly moan and run your hand through his hair, grabbing him by it and pulling him down to kiss you again. chanyeol melts into you, resting his full weight on you and flooding your senses. the only thing you can see, smell, taste, feel is him.

you're bucking up into him, all control of yourself gone to the sensation of him all around you. he moves a hand down your side and you moan into his mouth as he eats up your sounds greedily. his lips move lower with his hand and you need something to hold on to, so you grip his shoulders and throw your head back.

open-mouthed kisses are left all down your neck to your chest, his tongue hot against your skin and making you pant and squirm.

"can i take this off?" ever the gentleman, he looks up at you again as he plays with the hem of your shirt. he seems like he's going to ask before every move he makes, and you want him to know it's okay. all of it.

"you can do whatever you want to me, chanyeol."

he groans into your shoulder. "fuck. you have no idea what that does to me."

you run your hands down his arms and feel goosebumps arise, "then show me."

he moves with urgency, looking like he's about to go hulk and rip your shirt off of you, and you almost wish he would. he sits back on his knees and pulls his off in a second tops while he moves to the button of his jeans. you take the chance to let your eyes roam over every detail of him, whining at the curve of his chest and wiggling with impatience.

he looks up and chuckles at you. "maybe i should take my time and tease you some more?"

you lift your hips up under his, "maybe i should take what i want then?"

he lets out what sounds like a growl deep in his chest and sits to the side to pull his pants over his feet. you're already working on yours when he pushes your hands away with his, "maybe next time."

he looks into your eyes when he says it, no hint of a question in his tone, then sinks to pull your pants past your knees where you finish kicking them off.

within seconds he's back on you and with him hovering over you like this you can both see and feel his size. he's big everywhere. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he grinds his hips down in an experimental thrust.

you're quaking again and he's pecking all over your skin to calm you down. he's not even past your underwear yet.

"you're beautiful." it's said with a simplicity and finality that you could only accept. you whine and wrap a leg around one of his leg.

"please, loey," you test the name and you love the taste of it on your tongue almost as much as his.

chanyeol moans into your chest, eyebrows tensed and looking like he's fighting with himself. "i want to take my time with you, make it good for you, but i can't," the sentence falls off into your skin and you stroke the back of his head.

"maybe next time," you offer with a soft smile.

he shoots up and takes you into a kiss, this one more passionate and loving than the last. his hand works its way down between your thighs, grazing over them and making you whimper. he gets the hint and suddenly there's overwhelming heat at your core as his fingers stroke up and down over your panties.

you arch your back. you need more. you need him. you tell him so.

he only spends a few more moments working you up before pulling your panties off completely and throwing them somewhere behind him into the front seat. warm fingers return to your core with nothing in between them now, the sensation almost too much to handle.

with ease he finds the bundle of nerves and rubs circles over you, drawing a loud moan from your throat and making your head feel light and airy. he keeps going at your sounds, increasing his speed and making you fall apart quicker than you ever have before. you feel a finger prod at your opening and you buck into it. without hesitation he's sliding in until he can't anymore and begins thrusting in and out of you.

"fuck, you're soaking." he pumps his finger faster and adds a second when he feels you ease up.

"loey, please," you're not even sure what you're asking for. you just need more.

he pauses and figures that you've probably been warmed up enough. "i just don't want to hurt you."

your stomach flips. "you won't."

with your assurance he's leaning back on his feet to reach for something in the center console. he turns back with a condom and shuffles off his boxers. you watch him roll it down his length. it's just as tall and thick as he is and you find yourself wanting to take it into your mouth all at once, but that can be another day.

chanyeol climbs back up to you and rubs himself over your slit a few times, kissing you and running a hand down your side. he looks at you one last time before taking himself in his hand and lining up at your entrance. you sigh at the feeling of his full head pressing into you, barely poking at you. you might pass out. you really hope you don't pass out.

his lips are on your forehead as he pushes into you at an achingly slow pace that allows you to feel every single centimeter while he spreads you open. your walls accept him with only a little resistance, not accustomed to a size such as his. it's a delicious stretch that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. and he's still got more for you.

"fuck. more. please." you're almost chanting at his slow movements. he bottoms out and fills you up entirely, his tip reaching up to depths you'd never felt before. you were going crazy. you'd never felt so full in your life.

he's panting into your neck, arm shaking as he holds himself up.

"please, fuck me."

that's all it took for him to jump into action and suddenly he was thrusting into you with so much force you thought you might break in half. you cried out his name and wrapped your legs around his middle. the position gave him room to moves his knees apart so he could roll into you at the perfect angle.

each thrust hit that sweet spot within you and had your vision blurring. your head was spinning and you knew that if you were on top you would have collapsed.

his lips were everywhere on you, covering you and heating up your skin everywhere they landed. he brought his mouth down your chest to your swollen bud, sucking and swirling his tongue around it and earning whimpers from you. it was all too much.

as if he read your mind, his hand went to your core where you were connected and started making circles over your clit. you threw your head back into the seat and moaned loud enough for anyone within probably a few hundred yards to hear.

"that's it, let it out. i want to hear you."

his thrusts were getting sloppy and you knew he was getting close too. it made your chest swell to know you could bring him there with you just as fast.

"please, loey, i'm so close."

"fuck, me too, baby."

you moaned at the pet name, arching your back into him and rolling your hips to match his pace and help him get there with you.

he slid an arm under you and pulled you close, burying his face into your neck and groaning as his hips pistoned into you. you could feel his moans in your chest and it was the last straw that sent you over the edge.

"i'm-"

"cum with me, baby. fall apart on me."

white hot waves washed over you, your hearing going for a second as your whole body racked with the intensity of your orgasm. your walls clenched around him, tipping him over the edge with you a second later, both of you clinging to each other and riding out your highs in the other.

chanyeol collapsed onto you, hot and heavy breath filling your ears as your senses returned to normal. you must have crossed over at some point because you're sure it's not possible to feel this weightless. your soul was barely in your body.

you only came to when chanyeol finally pulled out of you, the sobering emptiness bringing you back down to this world. he rummaged in his glovebox and returned with tissues to clean you up. you let him, watching as he took his time, taking care not to miss a spot.

he met your stare and smiled, a goofy smile that wasn't very fitting of the situation but felt so much like him. carefully he dressed you, seemingly pleased with you letting him do all of the work for you. you still weren't sure you could move.

when he was done he crawled up to your side and rested a hand on your stomach. "next time, i'd like to take you out properly. and maybe somewhere that isn't so cramped," he beamed when you giggled at him and then added, "if you'll have me."

was he kidding?

"chanyeol. i'd love to." you ran your fingers through his fluffy bangs.

just as he leaned up to meet your lips, your stomach chimed in with a long growl.

he let out a pretty laugh onto your cheek and kissed your exposed collar bone. "maybe we can get something to eat first."

"mm, pancakes?"

chanyeol sat up and went for the door, "i'll put ihop into my gps."

"wait! i, uh, can you just help me into the front seat. my legs kinda..."

the blushing boy from earlier returned and he ran around to your side, lifting you with ease and settling you into the front seat. "that good?"

you nodded, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "thank you."

his face lit up and the goofy smile stayed on his face the entire drive to the restaurant. as you watched his profile you thought back to the very different man you saw on stage earlier, thankful that you didn't run away this time. maybe your sneaky friend and her accomplice aren't so bad after all.

maybe you should start working on your thank you speech.

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Hey I was wondering if you knew the article that Justine spoke about suzi in?!

It was in The Guardian in 2000. Here you go:

Sweet revenge

In the mid 90s, Justine Frischmann and Damon Albarn were the First Couple of Britpop. Then he used a Blur album to rake over their break-up, while she languished in obscurity amid rumours of heroin addiction. Now she's back with a new album, and it's her turn to exorcise her demons.

Caroline Sullivan

Friday March 24, 2000

As Alison Moyet once said, it's hard to write a decent song when you're happy. Rock bands thrive on romantic turmoil in their private lives, without which they would be reduced to padding out lyrics with football scores and the weather.

Thus it was for Blur's Damon Albarn in mid-1998 when he sat down to write what would become the 13 album. His eight-year relationship with Justine Frischmann of the chart-topping Elastica, whom he once described as **"the only person who's ever been completely necessary to me" **had just ended, at her instigation. Pained and humiliated, he decided to exact revenge by exposing their most intimate details to public scrutiny.

The outcome? Embarrassment for Frischmann, a number one album for Blur and a bit of a result for Albarn.

Break-up albums are by definition both embittered and yearning - in the case of Marvin Gaye's vindictive Here, My Dear, they're just plain nasty - but 13 got more up-close and personal than could be considered gentlemanly. Albarn portrayed his former partner as neurotic, even slipping apparent drug references into the single Tender: "Tender is the ghost, the ghost I love the most/Hiding from the sun, waiting for the night to come". Frischmann was the ghost, supposedly, who was on the verge of being consumed by what one music paper euphemistically called "the darkness at the heart of Elastica".

Frischmann's response can be found on a song called The Way I Like It, which appears on Elastica's first album in five years, The Menace (out next month): "Well, I'm living all right and I'm doing okay/Had a lover who was made of sand, and the wind blew him away".

This is unlikely to be her last word on the subject. As she ambivalently begins her first round of interviews since 1996, she's finding that everyone has the same three questions. Why did Elastica nearly sabotage a promising career by taking so long to follow up their million-selling debut? Had Frischmann taken leave of her senses when she walked out on Mr Britpop? And what about the drug rumours?

"One journalist said to me, 'Dahling, I heard you were on heroin - Mahvelous!' " she says with some amusement. "Drugs are around, but I'm not that interested and never have been, although there have been elements of party animal in my band. The rumours are a lot to do with rock'n'roll mythology, where people want to believe you're having a more exciting time than you are."

The only drugs on her person today, as she perches on the edge of an armchair in her publicist's north London living room, are Marlboro Lights. Her other indulgences are two cups of herbal tea and a Cadbury's Flake cupcake, which she nibbles with well-bred pleasure. Her dark eyes are clear, and her long, tanned body is a testament to the virtues of a daily swim in a pool near her Notting Hill home. Only Elastica know whether they really succumbed to heroin and hedonism after their self-titled debut made them more famous than they'd ever expected to be, but if they did, Frischmann, 30, seems little the worse for it.

Given the current predominance of damnable boy bands, the Britpop mid-90s are beginning to seem like a halcyon period for English music. It was a time when the underground went overground, and a self-described "little punk band" like Elastica could sell 80,000 albums in a week.

More than a few loser guitar groups saw Britpop as a licence to print money, but Elastica, led with cool elan by the androgynous Frischmann, were one of its gems. The Blur connection was a marketing godsend (Frischmann and Albarn met on the London indie circuit, she as guitarist in an early line-up of Suede and girlfriend of frontman Brett Anderson, he as a cherubic baggy hopeful), yet the spiky-haired Elastica LP embodied that euphoric time like nothing else.

Frischmann, guitarist Donna Matthews, drummer Justin Welch and bassist Annie Holland were unprepared for the album soaring to number one in its first week. When they signed their record deal, Frischmann, whose great-grandfather was a conductor of the Tsar's orchestra at the Summer Palace in Byelorussia, was five years into an architecture degree at London University. A liberal north London Jewish upbringing - her engineer father built the Oxford Street landmark Centrepoint - had instilled expectations of success, but the reality of being photographed in the supermarket and having her rubbish stolen was a shock. Fiercely independent, she also resented her unsought role as half of Britpop's First Couple.

There was more. Two of Frischmann's musical heroes, The Stranglers and Wire, decided that two Elastica songs were suspiciously similar to two of their own tracks, and won royalties. Meanwhile, there were malicious rumours that Albarn had done much of the work on the record. He hadn't, but he did find Justine's success in America, where she was substantially out-selling Blur, hard to endure.

"It was very hard for him to deal with and he's very confrontational," she says, with the flattering openness of someone who prefers interviews to be more like conversations. She admits she often says too much, but in an era of image control and spin, her honesty makes her a one-off. Not that she's likely to land herself in it too badly - she possesses the intellectual ammunition to look after herself, which must have been instrumental in attracting two of rock's more articulate stars, Albarn and Anderson.

She's been accused of being a professional rock girlfriend, though it was probably they who were lucky to get her. She spent the cab ride over reading the Sylvia Plath letters in Monday's Guardian, and muses on the irony of the poet's subjugating herself to Ted Hughes when she was the more gifted. (Her new boyfriend, by the way, is an unknown photographer, "though that'll probably change, because men seem to get famous when I go out with them".)

"I reacted the way a lot of women do, by being passive," she continues. "He put a lot of pressure on me to give up Elastica. He said, 'You don't want to be in a band, you want to settle down and have kids.' " In so many words? "In so many words. He kept putting on pressure till I started to believe him." She adds bemusedly: "I've met his new girlfriend, and one of the first things she said was that he wanted her to give up travelling with her work to stay home with the baby [Missy, born last autumn]. I'm surprised he's got away with being thought of as a nice person for so long."

After 18 months, during which they did seven American and three Japanese tours, Elastica came off the road to record company demands for an immediate second album. Annie Holland's response was to quit the group, while Donna Matthews became renowned for hard partying on the nocturnal west London scene. They lethargically recorded some demos, but their heart wasn't in it. By 1997, when a second album should have been ready to go, Frischmann and Matthews were barely speaking, and there was nothing useable down on tape.

Holland's replacement, Sheila Chipperfield (of the circus Chipperfields), was deemed not good enough and left by mutual consent. By 1998, their continued lack of productivity was being likened to the Stone Roses' lengthy and ultimately self-destructive holiday between their first and second LPs.

"I didn't think Elastica were going to continue at that point, and we did kinda split up," she says, absently stroking her publicist's cat. Frischmann is a cat person; she's owned a tabby called Benjamin since she was 10. "Unconditional love," she coos. The pet's place in her life is so assured that prospective boyfriends are subjected to his feline scrutiny before she'll go out with them.

On top of everything else, in early 1998 her relationship with Albarn was in trouble. Frischmann retains enough of the indie ethic to detest the phenomenon of celebrity couples, and was dismayed when they became one. "I really hated the tabloid interest, and I went out of my way not to be photographed with him. Only about three pictures of us together exist, I think. In many ways, I think the media interest broke us up, because it made me feel the relationship was quite ugly, and I had to get away from it. There were other factors, too, obviously, because we were together for eight years, and I finally felt it was better the devil you didn't know, really."

Albarn's ego seems to have been severely undermined by having a girlfriend who was nearly as successful as he was, and something of a sex symbol to boot. Despite adopting a resolutely boyish T-shirt-and-jeans uniform, she's thoroughly feminine, a mix that got her voted fifth most fanciable woman in a lesbian magazine.

"I'm completely heterosexual, so I didn't know how to take that. It scares the shit out of me, the idea of being with a girl. I'm glad I've narrowed it down to half the people in the world."

She seems to view Albarn with indulgent exasperation these days, simultaneously praising his intelligence ("The Gallaghers just couldn't compete") and ticking off his flaws. "Damon adores being in the press, and sees all press as good press. He orchestrated that rivalry thing with Oasis. He really wanted kids, and I didn't feel our relationship was stable enough. He was a naughty boy, and he wasn't the right person to have kids with. I had this cathartic moment..."

At which point they split up. Albarn wrote 13 and then met Suzi Winstanley, an artist. "She was pregnant within three months," Justine observes wickedly.

Of the acclaimed 13, she's tactful, describing several songs as "really lovely". She studies her cigarette for a while before adding, "but I'm cynical about selling a record on the back of our relationship". But you're doing the same now. "It's true, but at the time I had no right of reply."

Elastica finally pulled themselves together last year, just as the music industry was about to write them off (their American label had already "very kindly let us go", as she puts it). Holland rejoined, Matthews went to Wales to sort out her life and the band banged out an EP and played the Reading Festival. Things came together quickly after that. They spent the last £10,000 of the recording budget on re-recording a dozen tracks, finishing the album, after years of procrastinating, in six weeks. They've called it The Menace "because that's what it was like to make".

It's dark and resolutely uncommercial - all wrong for 2000's pop-oriented climate. It's unlikely to match the success of the first one, which is fine with them. Call it (though Justine doesn't) their White Album. Its 70s punk aesthetic brings to mind angry girls such as the Slits and the Au Pairs, although the defining mood isn't anger so much as catharsis. None of the songs is specifically about Albarn, she claims. "The dark feeling is due to the sense of isolation, tasting success and getting frightened by it. I was questioning whether I wanted to be in a band any more, and there was no one I could ask for advice. Getting success and everything you ever dreamed about is hard to handle, and makes you question everything."

She's better prepared for success, if it comes again, this time. Already the privacy-preserving barriers are in place. The next interview of the day is with Time Out magazine, which wants a list of her favourite restaurants. "I'm not telling them where I eat," she says reflexively. "I'm gonna lie."

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onyxoverride · 3 years

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Treasured

Reiner Braun x Reader

◙warnings: sub! Reiner, dom! Reader, dollification (objectification,) soft smut, minors dni (18+) creampie, aftercare, feminization, stop light safe word system (red, yellow, green)

◙word count: 2.1

◙summary: Reiner and you adventure into this niche kink he discovered he likes. All he has to do is sit there and be pretty.

◙note: there’s a lot of variety with this kink so this is only like one instance. Also don’t judge the banner I tried ok ;;u;;

You are not sure how you and Reiner ventured upon this type of kink.

He's a sweet submissive. Loves to feel useful, loves to feel used, loves to feel loved. He listens so sweetly to any order or demand that comes rolling off your tongue, barely ever voicing his desires unless you coax it out of him.

A borderline pillow prince. You do not mind though, he's sweet, and using his body is enjoyable to him and to you. He can barely make moves to reciprocate when you are done because he's so shaky and blissed from the feeling.

It must have been his admission to enjoying the feeling of being "fuzzy," as he described it. He likes being worshipped in a sense, while also being used at the same time. That must be how you stumbled across this.

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Steam rolls out of the bathroom, pushing the scent of subtle vanilla and coconut as Reiner sits completely still, stiff, on the edge of the bed. A tight green emerald dress stretching across his chest, straining because of his muscles and not even able to cover his ass properly but still, he sits. Paused with only a hesitant glance to you before looking mindlessly forward. Cock throbbing against the material, hands set politely on his knees, fingers closed like a doll.

He already feels a bit fuzzy since he’s been waiting in this position for… he can’t remember right now.

Maybe you should feel at least a bit embarrassed but you don’t because you are just completely in the nude in front of objects. They don’t care.

His throat bobs as you make your way to him, stroking his hair as you get close but not looking at him in his eyes. No, now is not the time to acknowledge him as a human. Brushing over his hair and he almost flinches, almost. He looks sweet, docile like this. A complete contrast to his stature made of lean muscle and filled-out flesh in all the right places. The right places that stretch the fabric of the dress that had no hopes of fitting properly. The silence feels deafening but it only adds to the cotton building in his head combined with the scent of your bath products and he feels so comforted in a way, even if he is not looking at you. A little makeup bag knocks against his thigh but he stays stubbornly still, just as he should.

You’re debating on which mascara… he already has such pretty lashes that could reach his eyebrows if he looked up enough. A pretty blue color like marbles you find in your pockets on sunny day walks. Brown, purple, black… purple on his lower lashes and then black on top. That will make his eyes look so vivid.

Humming, you pick out your tools, wedging them in your hands so you don’t have to lean to your make-up bag. This is your doll now, it needs to look its best. Finally, you look into his eyes for the first time since you started the scene, acknowledging Reiner and not just him as a doll. The look in his eyes looks like his mind is buzzing, filled with static and empty of complex thought. You move his hands to hold the back of his neck so he's not in your way. Situating him just as you would a toy, he doesn’t resist, just lets you move him.

Straddling his lap you lean to his ear, “What’s your color?”

It takes him a second to realize this is the one time he is allowed to speak, so he pushes out a “really green,” voice raspy from not being used for so long.

Resuming your humming, you pretend he never even spoke. It has him debating if he ever did but he settles that you always listen and observe, even if he didn’t speak you would know, you always do.

He’s not used to the spoolie of the mascara caressing his lashes, he craves to blink or flinch away but he is stalwart in his goal. His goal of being-

“Pretty doll,” the purple is easier to apply than the black but you were right, his eyes look especially seductive here. The praise makes his skin hum and there’s more cotton stuffed into his head. You don’t even speak to him, you speak to yourself, low and under your breath. Any quieter and he wouldn’t be able to hear.

Leaning forward to stack the mascara some more pressing his cock against your lower belly. Ignore it. Foundation isn't necessary right now, his skin is already pretty and smooth like a dolls despite his scruff and stress lines that seem so faint right now.

His muscles are quivering from staying still, arms behind his head just where you placed them but he perseveres. Honestly, Reiner doesn't even process the muscle strain. The cotton and fuzz building up in his head make his body feel so light.

Lipstick, red always looks good on him. A reliable color. You fumble through a few different reds before you settle on the brightest red you could find before leaning propping your hand on his face. Adjusting his jaw to open just a bit so you can apply the lipstick easier. You get to see your dolls pearly white teeth that will soon be accented by ruby.

His cock still presses urgently against the fabric but you’re in no rush. You are decorating your favorite doll after all.

Swiping the lipstick across his lips delicately, he feels like porcelain. Fragile and delicate. Methodical movements to get the lipstick just right until you lean back on your calves to observe him fully.

His hands are still obediently behind his neck just where you placed them, not a hair out of place. Hm. Adjusting his hands, you place one to gently prop his face up against his cheek and the other coming to rest behind your ass on his knee. He looks good, beautiful. Long lashes and dazed-out eyes looking at something you can’t even hope to see, ruby lips paused in a cute pout he always wears when he’s in a certain headspace, pretty dress caging in an even prettier cock.

Tugging the dress to free his cock, you can’t help but think you were right. It is pretty; flushed pink head, thick in the middle with veins decorating that feel so good when he’s inside you. Thumbing over the tip and observing him quietly, seeing if he’ll break.

He doesn’t, not even a twitch, so you spread precum over his tip before using his extended bicep as leverage to hover your cunt over his length, tapping the tip against your wetted lips before letting it breach your insides.

The ridges in your cunt wrap around him so tightly, but all he shows is a bob of his Adam's apple as you ride him slowly. Hands caressing his chest down to his waist, pulling up the dress more to show his chest.

Wait- why hold the dress yourself? Your doll has perfectly good hands to hold its dress for you. Adjusting his hands once again to hold the edge of the dress over his chest, wrapping his fingers softly around the fabric. More skin to run your hands over, pretty pink nipples peaked, begging for attention. Circling your fingers around his nipples you glance to see if he reacts. He's always had sensitive nipples, but the only reaction you get is his chest tensing at your touch. Holding the dress perfectly to expose his chest, seeing him present himself like this is erotic. Especially when his chest is so responsive, nipples swollen with your abuse and turning red. You graze your nail around his areola and circle back to the center, pressing it into his nipple. No reaction, just his throat bobbing a bit and a soft exhale. The little sting of pain on his nipples goes straight to his cock, you can feel it pulse inside you.

Reiner feels worshipped. Even as he is still and stoic, this outer shell only protects the softness inside him. Maybe that is why he enjoys this so much. He can just be. Exist and feel useful while crumbling on the inside. All his life he has needed to be the strong one but now he can just be here with you, especially since you aren’t processing him as the man he presents himself on a daily basis. He’s just a doll right now, that is all he needs to be; not the strong one, not the reliable one, just him with you, that's it.

Rocking your hips into his persistently, the position allows your clit to bump against his toned abdomen and it makes you tighten around him like a vice. Sometimes riding feels like nothing but this feels like everything.

It feels so freeing. He has no expectations sitting on his shoulders besides just be still, be a good doll. He is confident he can do that. The cotton that has been stuffing his head makes his eyes water. Not out of sadness or anything negative — he just feels valid and safe here with you. The strong feelings sending dopamine to his brain just make his eyes glisten with tears, that’s all.

Hips rolling into his, you adjust his blonde locks to sweep back into his hair. It feels so good to have this control, to have this power over him, especially when deep down you know he feels so euphoric about giving you this control, leaving him vulnerable and open to you. That in itself is comforting.

It’s not an earth shattering orgasm, it’s a gentle wave washing over you as you press your thumb into the red-stained lips of your doll. You’re thankful his cock is thick enough to stretch your walls so nicely and your clit is at least a bit stimulated otherwise you wouldn't be able to cum like this. It might be considered strange to have your partner so quiet when he cums inside you, hands still holding his dress to expose his all for you, your own hands running over the dips of his chest and abs.

You wait until his cock softens a bit before pulling him out, a glob of cum rolling out with it while you sit in his lap, pushing his hair away from his forehead once more. His cum and your remaining juices gather between both of your thighs messily.

“You can break now, doll,” like a tig snapping, immediately his arms surround you, taking a deep breath as if he’s been holding it the whole time, face shoved in your bosom. Tears that were teasing the edges of his eyes fall freely onto your chest in dark purplish streaks and red lipstick smearing on your chest.

You hold his head close to your heart and play with the hair at the bottom of his neck, “you okay love?”

He takes a deep breath to gather himself before nodding but he knows you want to hear it, “yes just…” another sigh to catch his breath, “just feel good ‘s all.”

Reiner wishes he could describe how clear and lax he feels. Like he finally has contacts in after years of blurry vision. Don’t get him wrong though, he still feels like his skin is made of static, especially after freeing his muscles from his paused position.

The wax from the lipstick is starting to settle on your chest along with the drying tears of his, so you finally move his head to look at him. A beautiful debauched sight — mascara tear marks down his face and smear lipstick. He really doesn’t have to be his definition of perfect to be so beautiful.

“Let’s get you cleaned up okay?” Your voice is soft as if you’re still treating him like porcelain.

Another bath wouldn’t hurt too much, not if it’s for him.

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He looks like a doll like this too. Half asleep as you pass a washcloth gently over his skin. Gentle red stain wrapping around his lips, still present even after you took off the makeup. Washcloth covered with a mix of yours and his body wash, caressing over his sore nipples. You’re humming here too, cradling his heavy head as you care for him.

The only feeling humming under his skin that he can process is that he feels loved. Treasured like some important thing, even after the scene has ended. Worth it. He feels worth it. You’ve convinced him through every little action — indulging in this niche kink, caring for him afterward, kissing his forehead as he slumps half asleep in the tub.

A soft call of his name and he opens his eyes again, “Reiner, tea and then bed, yeah?”

You’re too good to me.

He doesn’t realize he says it out loud before your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head, “No, I think I’m just enough.”

Ah, such a simple response shouldn’t feel so reassuring, he thinks.

Maybe he does deserve this kindness.

Slowly, your softness for him is etching it self into his skull, reminding him that he is worth something. When he lays his head on your chest, mouth minty and muscles melting into yours, he doesn’t even have the capacity to think about the nightmares because all the cotton that’s been stuffed in his head serves as the best pillow for his mentality.

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closedafterdark · 3 years

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Study

Lee Saerom & Jang Gyuri x Male Reader

10204 words

categories: smut, angst, oral, mommy kink, scientist! gyuri

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“S-Slow d-down.. P-please…!”

Heavy breathing and the familiar sounds of a bed frame creaking filled an otherwise empty room. A pile of discarded clothing begins from the entrance leading to the bed itself. On the bed was a woman who was currently straddling someone’s waist, bracing herself onto his chest as she rode him.

He is greeted with a harsh slap across his face, the sound echoing onto the walls around them. He isn’t given any time to process the harsh sting felt on his cheek. The woman slicks her long, beautiful chestnut brown colored hair back as she meets the man’s eyes with her own aloof expression.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do.” she simply said, her cold tone reinforced with another slap. This time, on the man’s other cheek.

He can feel her suffocatingly tight walls constrict his shaft, causing him to feel a mixture of both pain and pleasure. The woman’s fluidity of her hip movements caused his cock to be well lubricated with her juices. Having established a somewhat enjoyable rhythm, the man raised his hands and brushed aside the white lab coat the woman was wearing. The very moment his hands rested on her waist, he was met with his neck being constricted by her soft hands.

“Who said you could touch me?” she asked. “I’m the one in charge here.”

The man’s eyes widened in fear as the woman increased her pace. Her pussy was extremely wet and tight, causing his breath to be staggered as he struggled to match her tempo. Her cute butt and dangerously soft thighs met his with each bounce of her body.

“I… I’m sorry.” the man managed to say.

“Sorry? You’re not sorry. At least, you won’t be until I’m done with you.”

The woman in the lab coat continues to ride the man - her hot, wet pussy causing him to feel a multitude of sensations at once. Her muscles gripped onto his erect cock even tighter, the pace at which she was impaling herself onto him showed she had zero regard for his comfort. It was clear she had one goal. Using the helpless man to achieve her own satisfaction.

“My pussy is too tight for you, isn’t it?” she jeered. The bed underneath them both began to creak loudly as she continued to increase the pace at which she was riding him. Her slim, long fingers wrap themselves around his neck, causing the restriction of airflow. Not enough to suffocate, but enough for his breathing to become sparse. He gulps a small amount of saliva built up as he manages to admire the woman’s body through his fear. She was slightly taller than the average woman, her slim figure complimented by the tiniest hint of muscle and soft, delicious looking thighs. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but were easily able to hypnotize whoever should be staring at them as they bounced up and down while she continued to do so on the man’s cock.

A dangerously sweet face that was anything but. Her soft features were a testament to the natural beauty she possessed. Not a single blemish or imperfection on her face, nothing to hide the alluring look presented before him. Her eyes were bright, a twinkle of a wild personality being unleashed as her body bounced up and down on the man. Had the meeting been under more comfortable circumstances, the man would easily admit he is smitten towards her. The feel of her hands that continued to hold on his neck brings him back to reality - the time to admire her appearance is short-lived as he feels her already tight pussy quickly increasing even more in tightness as it pulses around his shaft.

She knows he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, as she runs one hand through her luscious, long hair and slicks it back and continues to impale herself again and again on his cock. She wanted him to cum and she wanted him to do it now.

“I know you’re getting close… so just hurry up and fucking cum already…!”

Her hands tighten their hold on his neck as the velvety walls of her pussy do the same to his cock. The bed’s loud creaking could not be compared to how roughly the woman slammed her body onto him. He isn’t even able to speak as the orgasm finally takes over his body. His toes curl tightly from the pleasure as the euphoric floodgates are opened all at once. She feels his cock throb inside her as her thighs clenched around his waist. Goosebumps formed on the man’s body as he instinctively thrusts upwards, releasing more and more of his semen into the hot, tight walls of her pussy. He holds onto her hips - surprised she showed no effort of pushing him away as she allows him to ride out his orgasm.

She grinds herself on his cock as the man slowly descends from his pleasure-filled high. The man is panting heavily, beads of perspiration formed on his skin as he struggles to return to normalcy. Finally opening his eyes, he is met with the woman’s beautiful eye smile once more. She gives him a seductive wink before blowing a kiss. Satisfied, the man continues to catch his breath.

“That was… amazing.” he said.

He is met with the woman letting out a hauntingly soft laugh. The look in her eyes shows she is not happy, in fact - the opposite. The smile on her face disappears as quickly as it appeared. His eyes widened as he begins to process what was going on.

“I wouldn’t call cumming in less than a minute and a half something to be proud of.” she said. Despite saying that, a sultry moan escapes her lips as she raises her hips and removes the man’s softening cock from her body. A stream of semen and juices begins to flow out of her freshly fucked pussy. She looks down at where their bodies were previously connected and her frown deepens.

“A shame that such a large load was released by someone who can’t even last long in bed.” she stated. The man’s ego would have taken a hit were it not for the fact that she quite simply scared him. She gets off the bed and grabs tissues from the nearby nightstand.

“What’s worse is that I would’ve enjoyed swallowing it. Bet you didn’t know that about me, didn’t you? I love swallowing. But now I have to clean this disgusting filth out of my body.” As the woman wipes her thighs, she bends over in front of the man, shaking her butt cutely at him as she grabs and puts on the lacy fabric of her sheer black panties.

“Seriously? I shake my ass and you’re already hard again?” her unwelcoming tone drastically lowering the temperature in the room despite the heater being on. The man swallowed another amount of saliva as he opened his mouth in response. Unfortunately, no sound was able to be produced. Instead, he chooses to nod his head nonchalantly.

“That’s too bad. Now you’re going to have to go home and jerk yourself off in order to relieve that. Still such a shame, I can see your poor cock throbbing. Just dying to be inside me once more.” The woman knelt beside the bed and slowly began to lower her face onto his crotch. Anticipating her wrapping her pink, plump lips around his shaft, he closed his eyes. After not feeling himself enter her mouth, he slowly opens them and sees she is blowing hot air onto his tip, still lubricated from her juices and his own cum. She held onto the man’s crinkled dress shirt next to him and tossed it onto his body.

“Gather your things and get the fuck out of my office. Now!”

The man fumbles out of the bed, his sense of balance still lacking as evident through his shaking knees as he quickly gathered his discarded clothing and shoes before storming out of the office in tears. Luckily enough, he didn’t seem to run into a young woman who made a fist in front of where the door was. She turned her head to see what just whirled by her as her gaze returned to the woman in the lab coat who is now putting on her bra and stockings. Leaning against the frame of the door, she smirks at the woman.

“Can I help you?”

“Looks to me like this is the scene of another failed experiment. Poor bastard never even stood a chance. How many does that make it, four?” The woman replied, tilting her head slightly as she put her pointer finger on her temple. The woman inside has finally put on her dress shirt, taking the time to button it up before tucking it into her skirt and wearing her slightly wrinkled lab coat once more.

“Is there a reason you’re in my office and making fun of my unsuccessful test run, miss Nakyung?”

“Unnie, lighten up.” Nakyung said as she closed the door. She goes ahead and sits on the nightstand next to the bed, the only other piece of furniture in the room. “You’re so uptight whenever I bring it up.”

“You would be too if you had to deal with idiots in an intimate scenario on a daily basis.”

“I am. Those poor souls end up crying in my office, causing me to clean up after you. You really should take it easy, unnie.”

“Did you call the person I told you to call, miss Nakyung?” the woman said, ignoring the previous statement and easily changing the subject.

Nakyung sighed. “Yes, I did. They’re going to be arriving later today.”

“Good.” the woman nodded. Not bothering to move her head up, her eyes met Nakyung’s curious gaze. She watched as she crossed her legs and brushed her skirt before speaking.

“Gyuri unnie.” Nakyung began. An eyebrow was raised as she grabbed onto her lab coat and fixed it, her name embroidered above its left breast pocket. Despite the cold stare evident on Jang Gyuri’s face, it still maintained a soft, calming feeling.

“You said you were okay with them getting together. Saerom unnie even asked if you would be okay with her dating your ex-boyfriend.” Gyuri tensed up slightly. Nakyung knew it was a sensitive subject, trying all that she could to avoid saying the one person’s name Gyuri was not overly fond of.

Two women sit across from each other at a quaint, yet spacious cafe. The decor looked as if it was stepping into a time portal - everything from the red neon rings surrounding the various wall clocks and the ceiling above to the black and white checkered flooring. The diner tops contained chrome finishes while the chairs used a shiny form of faux leather. The fair appearance of the waitress who delivered the women’s drinks was complimented by a red and white dress, complete with clubmaster glasses, overtly red lipstick, and a beauty mark that had no business blemishing an otherwise flawless face. She bowed to the women before leaving them to their conversation.

Neither woman said a word. Both looked around, as if to find something, anything to distract them from the tension in the air before them. The moment the two made eye contact, their eyes widened slightly before taking the cup in front of them and having a small, awkward sip. To anyone viewing from the outside, it would seem the two were friends, or at the very least, acquaintances discussing some important matters. Which is true, but the context of the situation was lost to everyone except for the two of them.

“Have you given my request some thought?” one of the women finally said, breaking the silence. The other woman coughs, not expecting that to be the first statement either person would say. She takes a moment to compose herself and gather her thoughts before speaking.

“Remind me again what it was?” she asked, a hint of a feigning innocence in her voice.

“I wanted to know if you’re okay with me asking out oppa. You know, your ex-boyfriend.”

The mere fact that she reiterated her point, and made sure to mention that it was her ex-boyfriend at that, rubbed the woman the wrong way. She placed her cup back onto the plate serving as a coaster below, albeit a bit louder than expected. She glared at the woman before her, though it was not one with the intention of malice. Instead, it contained pain, a longing sadness in her eyes.

“Does it really have to be him, Saerom?”

“It does.” the woman known as Saerom replies, sighing. “I know you two didn’t break up on the greatest terms. Trust me, I get it. I’ve tried so hard to get rid of my feelings by going on dates with other people. But somehow, I always found myself gravitating towards him. He has my heart, Gyuri.”

Gyuri’s eyes began to glisten at what Saerom had told her. It was true - Gyuri and her ex-boyfriend broke up because their careers were going to take them in completely separate paths. Rather than end up not having any time for each other at all, it was Gyuri who suggested they mutually part ways. Despite some time having passed, it was still a sensitive subject for Gyuri.

“I’m sorry.” Saerom said softly, taking Gyuri’s hand into her own. Placing her other hand on top, she began rubbing it gently, an effort to calm the abundance of emotions Gyuri was likely experiencing all at once. “I know what he meant to you. But I have to listen to my heart. The heart wants what it wants.”

Tears begin to stream down Gyuri’s face. Despite having heard something so devastating, she managed to keep a smile on her lips. She knew everything Saerom said was true, but it didn’t make it any less heartbreaking.

“Ah, why am I feeling this way?” Gyuri said, doing her best to wipe the tears out of her eyes. Regardless, they continued to flow freely down her cheeks. She was sorrowfully beautiful - a modern day tale of a woman who chose her career over her true love. And now to hear someone else, someone she was close to in particular, wanting to give love in a way she never could breaks her heart. It didn’t matter that they were in a public place. Years of built up longing and regret were finally released as Gyuri continued to cry.

All Saerom could do was continue to comfort Gyuri by rubbing her hand tenderly as she let it all out. Eventually, Gyuri manages to calm herself down once she realizes she’s all cried out. Her face is flushed, and her once bright, shining eyes are glistening with an overwhelming sadness. She initially wipes her eyes with the back of her hand before grabbing the napkin on the table to properly fix her appearance.

“You’re right. The heart does want what it wants.” Gyuri said after several minutes of relative silence.

“I hope you two are happy together.”

“They do seem pretty happy together...” Nakyung could be heard saying, bringing Gyuri out of her daydream. She glares at Nakyung slightly before turning away and putting on her heels.

“You know, ever since you dyed your hair and got those horrible excuses for extensions, you’ve changed a lot.” Gyuri said, staring out the window that overlooked the city.

“My boyfriend seems to like them, so they can’t be that bad.” Nakyung replied. “Can’t say the same about you, unnie.”

“Hey!” Gyuri whined. Nakyung got off the nightstand and linked arms with Gyuri, causing the older woman to scoff in fake annoyance before smiling as Nakyung batted her eyes and turned up the charm. She knew Gyuri was always soft for her.

It was a day like any other.

That is, since most days began looking down as you felt a sharp pleasure from between your legs as your girlfriend Lee Saerom’s head was currently bobbing up and down. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hand guides her rhythm. Saerom gives you a hauntingly sexy stare as her plump lips are parted by your cock. You felt her hollowed cheeks that are accompanied by her tongue running across the underside of your shaft.

Saerom’s pace was slow, wanting you to feel the pleasure gradually build up as the wetness of her mouth and the suction-like hold her lips have on your cock caused you to release steady moans of satisfaction.

She kept her eyes on you the entire time, smiling through them as she hears you enjoying the pleasure she is giving. Your girlfriend was extremely beautiful by every means possible, but there was something alluring whenever she had your cock in her mouth. Giving you one final bob of her head, she flicks her tongue back and forth on your base before withdrawing you from her mouth inch by inch. You let out a soft whine once she fully released your cock with a loud pop. She giggles before opening her mouth and flicking her tongue on your tip. She then strokes you before focusing her attention on your balls, lathering each one as she gently nibbles on them, causing you to shiver as they are particularly sensitive from her having squeezed them with a bit of pressure.

Saerom smiled sweetly as she continued, giving the tip of your cock a long, deep kiss before taking your cock back into the familiar warm and wet feeling of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, mommy…” you moaned out as Saerom resumed bobbing her head up and down. Despite having a mouth full of cock, she let out a giggle, causing her tongue to vibrate on the underside of your shaft. You felt her lips tighten around your cock as she played with your head. No matter how many times she has done it, it always seemed like she found a new way to cause pleasure to be felt throughout your body.

Saerom loved giving the sloppiest of blowjobs, and why would today be any different? Her eyes formed inverted crescents as she smiled at you while swishing around her built up saliva and thoroughly lubricated your cock. With your hand still guiding her rhythm, it was eventually joined by your other one as it ran through her voluminous, shiny black hair before resting on the back of her head.

Feeling the end was near, you began increasing the pace of her bobbing her head. Her eyes were filled with pleasure, wanting nothing more than to see you fully satisfied by her actions. Sounds of Saerom gargling on your cock and her saliva entered both of your ears as you relentlessly put more and more of your cock inside her promiscuous mouth. It couldn’t have been more than a dozen or so bobs of her head for you to finally reach your orgasm.

Unable to say anything besides moaning loudly, both of your hands grabbed onto the back of Saerom’s head and pushed her all the way down as your cock began to deposit hot, thick semen down her throat. Your body shakes from the aftershocks of pleasure as you curled your toes and continued pushing her head down. Saerom’s wet lips maintain their tight hold on you as she takes your balls into her hand and gently squeezes them, wanting to make sure she has drained you of every last drop.

You struggle to catch your breath as your knees have not fully recovered from the intense orgasm Saerom gave you. She regretfully removes her head from your cock inch by inch as some of your cum begins to leak out and drop onto the bed sheets below. She opens her mouth to show you the massive volume of semen you released for her. Giggling slightly, she plays with it, twirling it inside her mouth and tongue before tilting her head up and giving you a good view of your load slowly descending down her throat. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, Saerom cleans up the small amount of cock dribbling from your slit before smiling at you sweetly.

“You always cum so much for mommy, baby.”

One almost scalding shower and intense round of sex later, you make your way to the living room and see Saerom on the couch. There she sat, crossing her long legs for your viewing pleasure thanks to the extremely tiny boy shorts she wore. Her skin tight black tank top left little to the imagination as it showed off her wonderful midriff, the result of many hours at the gym which resulted in abs that you were a bit embarrassed to admit you enjoyed worshipping a bit too much. The outline of her breasts made you want to do nothing more than rip off the restrictive clothing from her body.

“... so yeah, he and I just finished moving into this place about a few days ago. You should totally come by when you have time.” Saerom said as she waved at you sweetly. She puckered her lips which soon met yours as you sat down next to her. “Nakyung” she mouthed to you when you asked who she was on the phone with. Despite the television being on, she paid little attention to it as she was currently engrossed in her conversation with Nakyung. She placed her legs on top of yours, something she has done plenty of times. While it wasn’t out of the ordinary, your hand began to rub them and admired how smooth and soft they were. It seemed Saerom had been using a new lotion, the fragrant aroma of lilac perfumed the air as you saw her wiggling her freshly pedicured toes. You teased her by squeezing her big toe, causing Saerom to playfully hit you.

Feeling a bit more bold, you sneakily wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her onto your lap. Saerom yelped, having been caught off guard.

“Saerom unnie, are you okay?” Nakyung asked.

“Ah, ah. Yes, I’m just exercising at the moment.” Saerom yelled a bit loudly as you softly laughed while running your hands up her creamy thighs.

“Oh, what are you doing?”

“I’m… ah, about to do squats.” She moaned as one of your hands began to fondle her clothed breasts while simultaneously planting tender kisses on her neck. Her eyes grow half-lidded as lust quickly takes over her body. You helped Saerom out of her shorts and panties as she turns around and faces you. Her face is flushed as she cutely glares at you. Giving her a tender kiss on the lips, you smacked Saerom’s ass softly. She helps you remove your shirt, all the while still on the phone with an unsuspecting Nakyung.

You grabbed Saerom’s toned arms and pushed her face first onto the couch. Her long, beautiful hair was beginning to grow damp as she moved it all to one side for you to admire her neck.

You slapped her soft butt cheeks a few more times with your cock, teasing her. You slid yourself between them, causing her to have to restrict her moans before entering her. Your initial penetration caused you to moan as well, Saerom lost strength in her arms as her phone fell onto the couch. Giving her time to adjust to your cock, she fumbled around before placing the call on speaker.

“Fuck…” she moaned into the couch while covering her mouth.

“You’re so tight, mommy.” you said as you slowly thrusted in and out of her hole. Her velvety walls squeezed your cock painfully, arousing you even more. You thrusted into her slowly, yet deeply. Her asscheeks rippled from the force each time it collided with your lower body. Saerom bit down on her panties hard to prevent her moaning from being heard by Nakyung as you held onto her arms while you fucked her.

“Unnie, are you okay? You sound like you’re out of breath.” Nakyung’s voice could be heard through the phone. It was slightly alarming that the two of you quickly forgot Saerom was having a conversation. But that thought quickly faded as the two of you were being consumed by lust and passion.

“I-I’m fine!” Saerom panted heavily. “Harder, baby.” She whispered to you softly. You picked up the pace, causing her to bite even harder onto her panties as the sounds of your skin colliding with each other filled the spacious living room.

“Can I join you, unnie?” Nakyung curiously asked, causing your cock to throb inside Saerom. She turned her head back and rolled her eyes at you.

“N-Not… right now…” Saerom moaned, her voice trailing off as you held onto her hips and continued to thrust inside your girlfriend. Saerom was extremely wet, her juices coating your cock as you did your best to roughly fuck her quietly. Her moans fueled you to keep going. The two of you could feel every inch of your cock rubbing against her velvety tight walls. The sensation is becoming too much for Saerom to bear, her orgasm steadily building.

“Ahh, baby...” she moaned when she felt you pull out and re-enter her pussy. She wasn’t even given time to whine over the temporary loss of your cock as your tip finds a very sensitive spot.

“Awh, that’s too bad unnie. I wanted to wear the new sports bra and leggings I bought.”

“B-Baby! Slow down… Oh fuck!”

The feeling for Saerom is slightly painful, yet wonderful at the same time. Though she felt your cock throb once again by Nakyung’s statement, she doesn’t care. Each of your thrusts are filled with vigor, causing her to grit her teeth hard. Her toes curled from the pleasure, she knows your firm hold on her hips is the only thing supporting her at this point.Your pelvis meets hers, her soft flesh jiggling from the force. Despite wanting to spank her loudly as you know she loves it, you do so quietly so as to not let Nakyung hear. The effort seems moot, however, as Saerom’s moans and cries of pleasure are unexpectedly louder than usual. This position gives you full access to Saerom’s wonderful body, the result of a strict regimen and discipline. Saerom arches her back and her knees buckle as her body reacts to yours. She tries to find something to hold onto, anything that can act as an outlet from the consecutive bursts of pleasure. But each slam of your cock inside her means Saerom gets closer and closer to reaching her orgasm.

“N-Nakyung… can you… hold on a moment?”

You continue to thrust into her to the point of no return. Not caring that her phone was on speaker, all that mattered was the euphoric bliss of reaching her orgasm. Saerom screams as she finally climaxes. The pressure of her cum is so strong, it pushes your cock out of her pussy. Her body shakes as you watched her juices stained both of your thighs and the gray leather. Knowing you weren’t going to last much longer yourself, you entered Saerom’s still quivering pussy once more as your cock disappears between her ass cheeks with each thrust. A light layer of perspiration misted her beautiful backside as the pheromones being released caused an almost animalistic sense inside of you to awaken. Your left hand squeezes Saerom’s breast while your right tightly grips onto her wide hip. No longer caring that Nakyung could hear you both, Saerom releases a steady stream of loud moans and telling you to fuck her harder as the sounds of you penetrating her deafened the sounds of anything else.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum, mommy.”

“Fuck, fuck… fuck! Fuck mommy harder, baby! Keep fucking me hard just like that!”

With Saerom’s vulgar encouragement, you pushed your hips against hers until you felt your orgasm finally arrive. Thrusting into her deeply, your body shook - unloading into your girlfriend’s tight, warm pussy. Your cock throbbed inside her as you felt Saerom tighten around your shaft, milking you of rope after rope of semen into her wanton body. She flexed her beautiful back muscles for you as her moans of satisfaction could be heard. After giving you a bit of time to come down from your orgasmic high, Saerom slowly removed her body from your own.

You watched as thick gobs of your semen and her juices slowly dripped out of her freshly fucked pussy. You rubbed your tip against her hypersensitive clit, eliciting another mini orgasm and several violent aftershocks from her. Her lips quiver slightly from the amount of pleasure she was given. When the two of you are finished, you both catch your breath as Saerom turns around and pulls you down, causing you two to share tender, passionate kisses. Saerom breathes a sigh of relief, her eyes full of content and happiness from you.

“Unnie… when you and oppa are done sexercising, can you guys drop by the clinic?” Nakyung said while the two of you were still indulging in each other’s mouths.

“Sure thing, Naky.” you said without realizing, causing Saerom to smack you in the leg.

“Hi, oppa! I’ll be waiting for you guys. Seems like you fucked unnie good!” Nakyung teased as she ended the call.

Saerom’s big, beautiful eyes glared at you intensely as you leaned down and gave her another kiss. Despite her best efforts not to smile, she looked away as you peppered her face with quick pecks. Saerom then wraps her legs around you before flipping you over so that she is now on top. As you wrap an arm around her head and the other on her body, Saerom softly hits your chest.

“Want to go again?” you asked.

The location Nakyung sent to Saerom’s phone was easily obtainable by GPS. Surrounded by many high rise buildings, the clinic stood humbly sandwiched in between a residential complex and what you believed to be one of the biggest dance studios you have ever seen. Needless to say, you were a bit intimidated by the estimated value of the area. Saerom drags you by the hand - her carefree attitude a fierce juxtaposition to the woman who loves sex she becomes whenever you two were alone in private.

“Oh baby, this is where I go every week for dance class. Never realized there was a clinic next door.” Saerom said to you as the two of you stood between the two buildings.

“Is that so?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “So who do I have to thank there for giving my girlfriend such a nice body?”

Saerom giggled as you squeezed each cheek before giving her butt a firm smack. She hit your shoulder, a hint of shyness on her face at your sudden aggressiveness while in public. Her reserved nature was something you could never get used to, but it was nice to know your girlfriend had her soft moments. She chose to wear a skin tight, all black colored outfit. Her long sleeved top ended just before her abs and cute belly button you always teased Saerom about. Her black leggings left little to the imagination as you admired her long legs that showed off her well sculpted thighs and her round butt your hands were currently on. Completing the look were black clear heeled boots that almost blended in with her leggings.

“Why don’t you go inside first, baby? I want to ask the teacher what this week’s dance would be.” Saerom said. She tried breaking free from your embrace, but was unable to as you squeezed her butt harder and pushed her towards you. Saerom laughs, hitting your chest while you move your hands above her lower back and hold her tightly. The two of you stay in each other’s embrace for a few minutes before Saerom finally manages to escape. Heading towards the entrance to the dance studio, she is stopped when she feels you gently holding onto her wrist. You turned her around and placed both hands on her face before giving her a deep, long kiss. When Saerom opens her eyes, she blinks them several times repeatedly and has the biggest smile plastered on.

“I love you.” you said.

“I love you too, baby. I won’t be gone long.” Saerom replied before giving you one more peck and pressing the outdoor button to enter the studio.

Once Saerom was out of sight, you admired the clinic before you. It was a simple two story building. Despite still appearing in good condition, it was obviously on the older side compared to the modern architecture surrounding it.

“Okay Clinic…” you said, reading the sign aloud.

With uneasy steps, you entered the clinic alone. The receptionists’ desk and waiting room were barren - it was hard to believe there would be no patients in the middle of the day. Admiring the minimalist decor, you scan the area trying to find Nakyung. While doing so, you were unaware of the person sneaking up behind you.

“Guess who?” the person says while covering your eyes.

“You can’t just say guess who when I know it’s you instantly from your voice, Nakyung.” you said, turning around and extending your arms out for a hug. The two of you have been friends for many years - first meeting each other on a blind date and deciding it would be better to keep things platonic.

“You’re no fun, oppa.” Nakyung replied, pouting as you pinched her cheek. For as long as you have known her, Nakyung had short, bobbed hair. Despite the brief period she went pink, it was easy to spot her out in a crowd due to her blonde hair. You question how long it has been since Nakyung is now sporting longer, darker colored hair. Her eyes were big and bright like Saerom’s, which often made it easy to read her facial expressions.

“Sounds like you and unnie had a good workout.” She teased, nudging you slightly.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, will I…” you said, sighing.

“Nope! Just like you let me hear the end of you and unnie’s session, I will tease you about it until the end of time.”

Covering your face with your hands, you were embarrassed about the whole situation. It wasn’t like you or Saerom to be adventurous at all. Nakyung patted your shoulder before telling you to come with her as she led you to a plain white room with two comfortable looking chairs and a bed with fresh, unwrinkled sheets. You tilted your head and looked at Nakyung confused before she winked at you and headed for the door.

“Just wait here until the doctor is ready to see you. I hope you like the surprise, oppa.”

There wasn’t much to look at - well, nothing to look at really. You didn’t want to be on your phone, knowing you would dive far too deep into random videos and get distracted. You noticed the bed itself would have blended right into the walls were it not for the wooden bed frame and nightstand right next to it. The room seemed a bit too perfect, nothing out of the ordinary. Wanting to clear your head and not overthink things, you approached the nearby windows and stared off into the distance at the view of the surrounding buildings and cars passing by below.

“I thought I closed this door…” a slightly deep, feminine voice behind you could be heard saying. It was one you knew all too well. Surely this was a mistake. How is it possible that she is the doctor Nakyung forewarned you about? With hesitant steps, you slowly turned yourself around as your eyes focused on a pair of black heels. Moving up slowly, you saw a pair of long, creamy legs that were slightly covered by a lab coat and beautiful chestnut brown hair with blonde highlights. The woman had her hand on the doorknob, almost about to close the door when she raised her head and her eyes met yours.

“Gyuri?”

“Oppa…?”

You still aren’t sure what’s going on. Meeting up with your ex-girlfriend certainly wasn’t on the list of things to do today. The only thing you could think of in that moment was to get out of the room. Seeing an ex again usually never ends well. While the thought of jumping out of the window occurred to you, being on the second story and the resulting hospital bills that would come out of it proved to be not worth the trouble at all.

“I uh… Just remembered I left the stove on at home. I should get going.”

You quickly walk to the door to exit the room but are stopped as you feel a pair of hands wrap themselves tightly around you from behind. Gyuri tilts her face to the side as she refuses to let you go. It was the same tactic she used whenever you two had an argument and she knew it was her fault. Your shirt began to get stained with Gyuri’s tears as she sobbed. Despite all that has passed and the terms in which your breakup happened, it always hurt you seeing her cry. You could feel her entire body reacting as you managed to loosen the grip she had on you. The moment you did so, Gyuri hugged you once more while crying into your chest.

“O-Oppa… don’t leave me. Please.”

“Gyuri, I don’t think…”

“Oh, Saerom unnie! You’re here!”

Hearing Nakyung and Saerom’s voices close by, you removed Gyuri’s hold on you once more and sat down on one of the sofa chairs. Gyuri’s eyes were slightly puffy, but she was able to quickly compose herself as the two women finally entered the room.

“Baby!” Saerom exclaimed as she ran towards you and jumped onto your lap, giving kisses all over your face before wrapping her arms around your neck. You smiled at her, but your eyes couldn’t help meeting Gyuri’s. They lost the brightness they usually had, sadness filling them up as she continued to see how happy your girlfriend was.

“Unnie, you’re here too. I was looking all over for you.” Nakyung said to Gyuri.

It seemed to fall on deaf ears though, as Gyuri continued to stare at you and Saerom. Despite her claims of having never been jealous, you used to always tease Gyuri whenever she gave you one word answers or pouted after you talked to another female. More often than not, there was always silent treatment until you cooked for her or tried to do a cute, yet embarrassing dance for her to lift her spirits.

“So… Why did you call us here, Gyuri?” Saerom asked. Gyuri’s eyes widened as she felt all the attention on her before shaking her head and assuming a formal expression.

“I called you both here today because I need your help, miss Saerom. I’m conducting an experiment and would like you two to be volunteers.”

“What experiment exactly?” you asked, as Saerom dismounted your lap and sat on the adjacent sofa chair. You weren’t sure, but you could have sworn you saw a slight smile on Gyuri’s face from said action. Clearing her throat, she continued.

“Miss Nakyung.” Gyuri said to her cute assistant. Getting the hint, Nakyung waved to the both of you before closing the door. The situation gets a bit more tense once Gyuri locks it. You and Saerom looked at each other - confused, yet beginning to get suspicious.

“Oppa. Do you remember that day we had a date in the library?” Gyuri asked you, a haunting smile on her face.

“Um…” The awkwardness of being in the same room as your current and ex-girlfriend was something you hoped would never happen. You were a bit hesitant to answer, especially with Saerom sitting next to you. “We had a lot of dates at the library.”

“Yes, but do you remember the one where I wasn’t wearing any panties and told you I wanted to study how to stimulate the human body… So I sucked your dick and you fucked me in that one area no one ever went to? God, I can still remember the feeling of your cum leaking out of me as we left.”

You turned to Saerom and saw she was gripping onto one of the sofa chair’s armrests quite tightly. Her large eyes could probably pierce pure steel with how focused they were on Gyuri. You moved your hand slightly as you wanted to place it on top of hers and reassure her, but second guessed yourself as Saerom finally spoke.

“Is there a reason why you brought up ancient history and have my boyfriend and I locked in an empty room with you?” Saerom asked coldly.

“I’m glad you asked.” Gyuri said, smirking. Taking her phone out of her lab pocket, she scrolled briefly before turning it landscape mode, pressing play and handing it to Saerom. You leaned towards your girlfriend as the two of you watched Gyuri naked on top of a man. The two of you winced slightly as the sounds of Gyuri slapping his face could be heard.

Saerom’s hands were on her thighs as she grabbed handfuls of the skin tight leggings covering them. It was strange seeing her so nervous - you were used to the radiant, confident girlfriend who seemed like she feared nothing. But as the two of you watched the man in the video being used by Gyuri, you could do nothing to help as Saerom’s facial features easily transitioned into fear and doubt.

“That was p-p-pretty hot… but why did we just watch you h-have s-sex with a guy?” Saerom stuttered. Gyuri smirked, knowing she had gotten into Saerom’s head.

“My experiment is what parts of the body or techniques are the most effective in getting as much cum out of a man as possible.”

Grabbing her phone from Saerom’s lap, she bends just enough for her face to be near your ear. She blows a puff of air near you, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. “I imagined that it was you I was riding. How hard your cock always got inside my mouth. The way it throbbed in me whenever we had sex in public places. Just so you know, my pussy is even tighter now, baby.”

“A-And you want us to be your test subjects?” You asked after clearing your throat.

“That's correct. Unless… your girlfriend here is scared that that loose pussy of hers isn't able to get you to cum?” Gyuri suggested to Saerom, crossing her arms.

It seemed Saerom had had enough. Her hands firmly hold on Gyuri’s slim wrists as she throws her onto the sofa chair next to you. She heads for the bed, but not before making a show of it, running her hands through the curvature of her butt before they make their way to her abs. She flips her hair in a seductive manner, as she bites on her lower lip and flashes you fierce bedroom eyes.

“You.” Saerom said, summoning you by pointing her finger towards her as she removes her boots. “Sit on the edge of the bed and put your cock in my mouth. Now.”

You were never one to keep a woman waiting, especially now with you and Saerom having another pair of eyes as an audience. The ferocity in her eyes scared you, yet aroused you at the same time as Saerom got on her knees. Not even a second after you sit on the edge of the bed like she asked, Saerom makes quick work of yanking your pants down to your ankles, hurriedly removing them before you see they are tossed to a faraway corner of the room.

Saerom pulled on the hemline of your boxer briefs and freed your cock from its cotton confines. You moaned softly as she peppers your cock with kisses, starting from the base until she reaches the tip. Gripping your shaft with her hand, you watched your girlfriend’s wet tongue swirl around in a counterclockwise motion. From the initial contact, your head is sensitive. Her large, round eyes remained focused on yours as she prepared you for oral sex.

You have had the pleasure of being inside Saerom’s mouth many, many times. It was one of the first things she did once the two of you agreed to be mutually exclusive to one another. While many were filled with raw lust and a race to get you to reach your orgasm quickly, you enjoyed whenever Saerom wanted to spend the day in bed having lazy, sensual sex. There were some days she would just tease you by spending the morning edging you with her mouth. She was never opposed to risque or public sex: it just was something that was never brought up.

Saerom then tugs on your balls and brings them downwards, spitting a large amount of saliva onto your shaft. Normally, Saerom would take her time. Teasing you as a means of building up the intimacy and lust inside you both. But it seems Gyuri’s mocking tone and the fact that you had history with her has awakened something inside Saerom. Perhaps it was always there, never needing to be released. Until now.

You let out a fully content sigh as Saerom finally takes you inside her mouth.

It was as if a large amount of pressure had been released all at once. Her tongue attached itself onto the underside of your cock as she made wave patterns on your length. She made sure to swipe your leaking slit each time, knowing it was one of your favorite things she does. The pleasure causes you to close your eyes, with your hands finding the back of Saerom’s head on their own. You felt a sharp pain quickly course through your body as you open your eyes and see the teeth marks Saerom has left on your cock.

“Mommy is in charge, baby. Which means no touching me while I suck your dick.” It seemed Gyuri really angered Saerom, with your girlfriend wanting to prove she is much better at pleasing you. You nodded slowly as Saerom resumed bobbing her head between your legs. You certainly weren’t one to challenge her. Especially while her hot, wet mouth was providing a wonderful feeling.

All you could do was close your eyes and savor Saerom’s mouth on your cock. She bobs her head and takes an extra inch each time, as you feel more of your shaft covered with her saliva. The feeling of her tongue drawing random shapes and even letters on the head of your cock is blissful. Saerom massages your thighs in order to get you to loosen up as she pleasures you like she did earlier this morning.

Saerom’s eyes are filled with heavy desire as you look down once more and think about how beautiful your girlfriend was, and how lucky you were to call her yours. Her eyes formed crescents as she managed to form a smile at you. Bobbing her head a few more times, Saerom removes your shaft painfully slowly from her mouth, much to your disappointment. You watched as your cock was thoroughly covered in her saliva, several thin strands were connected from your tip to her red lips and chin.

“Mommy wants to ride you, baby.”

Saerom immediately pounces on top of you, pushing you onto the bed as the two of you exchange in fierce kisses. You wanted to be the dominant one, but that notion quickly fails as her tongue overpowers yours while she roughly bites on your lower lip.

She continues kissing you as the two of you managed to help strip each other. Buttons fly off your shirt as she almost rips it off your body. You wanted nothing more than to reciprocate the favor and rip a hole in her leggings, but Saerom muscular thighs keep you locked in place. You were helpless as your girlfriend has you under her spell. Once she removed the last few pieces of clothing, one of which being a very skimpy thong, your eyes were graced with her wanton body. She was the perfect mix of toned and curvy, not an imperfection in sight. Saerom plants her chest against yours, the feeling of her nipples beginning to harden as she gives you a final, pleasure-filled kiss.

You could have stared at her wonderful proportions all day long if possible. But the thought of being inside Saerom caused your cock to throb with excitement. Saerom giggled, giving you a few strokes before placing her hands on your chest and turning herself around. Long hours at the gym were now on display as you were met with her muscular back. Saerom’s round, full cheeks were enticing - you wanted to squeeze each one and give them firm smacks. But she was the one in control. You knew there was nothing worse than an already angry woman being even angrier.

“Oooh, baby…” Initially thinking the words came from Saerom’s lips, you looked nearby at the sofa chair and saw Gyuri’s legs spread open as her hand descended down her body. You almost forgot she was in the room with you both, Saerom’s control over you making it easy to only focus on her. Her skin was just as smooth and creamy as Saerom’s - a trait you were slightly worried you were able to easily recognize. Forming the letter v with her fingers, she places her lips in between them. A dangerously erotic moan escapes her rosy pink lips as you watched Gyuri touching herself. Her eyes were half open, as they began to ascend upwards towards the back of her head.

While Saerom would have normally teased you by hitting the tip of your cock on her lips, or rubbing them against you to get you lubricated, she wasted no time by raising her hips and lowering herself onto you.

“Fuck…” the two of you moaned out at the initial penetration. Your eyes immediately closed as Saerom let the pleasure of you being inside course through her. Her hips grinded against your body as she quickly finds a comfortable pace, the lubrication from her saliva and natural juices making it easy to be welcomed inside Saerom’s tight body. Her wide hips which you enjoyed so much moved in a circular motion, allowing you to feel all of her. It was safe to say both of you loved her body.

“Oh baby, fuck… you feel so good inside mommy.” Saerom moaned, throwing her head back as she moved her body up and down your cock. A thin layer of sweat began to form as the temperature of her body began to increase. Sounds of her pussy being sheathed by your shaft and her plump, round ass against your thighs filled the room as Saerom gave into her lust-filled moans, letting out erotically charged laughs as well.

“Fuck her harder, baby.”

You managed to move your eyes slightly as you saw your ex-girlfriend fingering herself. Her face is flushed - you aren’t sure if it’s more from her own self pleasure or the fact she was watching you fuck another woman. Whatever the case may be, Gyuri has stuck another finger inside herself while her other hand is busy rubbing her sensitive nub.

The temporary distraction is short lived, as Saerom continues bouncing herself repeatedly on top of you. A bit disappointed you weren’t able to fondle her breasts or slap them, her tight, hot, wet pussy makes all of your troubles go away. The only thing the two of you could focus on is the pleasure emanating from between both of your legs.

“Baby, do you love how tight mommy is?” Saerom asked, knowing full well what your answer would be.

Gyuri’s moans were a slightly lower register than Saerom’s, yet no less erotic. The background noise of her pleasuring herself while moaning out your name proved to be motivating, filling you with motivation to extract as much desire from both women in the room, albeit in different ways.

You were going to assist Saerom in whatever way you could in order to prove Gyuri wrong. Her plump ass slams down against your body as she uses all of her energy into getting the most amount of pleasure from you both.

“Fuck…!” Saerom screams as she continues bouncing on your cock. Her hands make their way to your chest as she braces herself. Your normally vanilla girlfriend had a new side awakened in her - a lust filled vixen who probably wouldn’t care if the room was currently filled full of people. All that mattered was the pleasure gradually building up inside her, letting it be known by the increasing volume of her heavy moans.

“Baby, fuck… I’m gonna cum. Mommy’s gonna cum so hard on your cock!”

Saerom lets out an ear shattering scream as the orgasm hits her all at once. Her body quivers as she feels the pleasure shoot upwards in her spine. Her toes curl while she holds onto your chest for support. Her juices liberally coat your cock as you feel the hot, tight, wet flesh grip onto your length. Her orgasm is so intense that it begins to coat both of your thighs.

Heavy breaths and a heaving chest are what Saerom does as she recovers from her intense orgasm. With your cock still inside her, she turns her body around so that you were both facing each other. Exhaustion painted on both of your faces, you smile at each other as you can feel her pussy having smaller pulsing aftershocks. As Saerom lowers her face and is about to capture your lips once more, she suddenly screams as you feel her being forcibly removed from your cock. The sensation is slightly painful as you regain your senses and see that Gyuri has tied your girlfriend’s wrists behind her back.

“What the fuck are you doing? I was just about to kiss him and keep going!” Saerom screamed in anger.

“I couldn’t just sit back and watch you fuck him. Now, it’s my turn to finish this experiment.” Gyuri replied, grabbing Saerom’s thong and stuffing it into her mouth. Taking off her lab coat, Gyuri straddles your lap and repeats Saerom’s initial action. She uses all of her strength and flips you both so that her back is now on the bed and having you on top of her.

“Fuck me, baby. Please. Fuck me like you used to. Fuck me like you fuck her now.”

Gyuri doesn’t give you much time to process what is currently happening as she grips your still erect cock and lines it up with her drenched lips. Almost as if it was drawn to you, her pussy requires little effort in order to part itself and allow you entry.

You might have been feeling nostalgic, but there was something about re-entering Gyuri’s pussy after years being away from it that felt familiar. Tight, wet, velvet-like - all words you could use to describe Gyuri, but just as easily Saerom.

She closes her eyes, the feeling of you being inside her overwhelming all of her senses at once. Wrapping her legs around your waist, she pulls you down towards her and kisses you. Moaning inside your mouth, you surrender yourself to the woman you once loved.

Her pussy was tight, almost not wanting to let go of you as you began to withdraw yourself until only your tip remained. Pushing your hips forward, you re-enter her once more. Gyuri is drenched from teasing herself earlier, likewise you are lubricated from being inside Saerom. Relief is evident on her face, her entire body loosening up and relaxing as she moans due to your cock.

“Baby… fuck. I missed having you inside me.”

You have had the pleasure of being inside Gyuri many, many times previously. Each time was just as wonderful as the last. The two of you continued kissing each other as you continued thrusting inside her.

“Baby… keep g-going.” she panted inside your mouth.

She interlocks her fingers with yours as Gyuri’s body bounces below you as you continued fucking her. It doesn’t take long until she orgasms, you feel her walls quivering slightly until they tighten around your cock and another set of juices coating you once more. It seems it is just as intense as Saerom’s, her thighs holding onto your waist for support as she pulls you closer to her. She gives you another kiss, this time much softer. It was almost as if she was thanking you for helping her achieve bliss.

“K-Keep fucking me, baby. D-Don’t stop until you cum in me.”

It seems her walls also refuse to let you go as you resumed fucking Gyuri. You held onto her delicious looking hips as the tightness of her pussy is almost overwhelming. It squeezes every inch of your shaft in a way that Saerom’s hadn’t.

“Oh my god… baby.” Gyuri cooed after a deep thrust inside her.

Every entrance and exit out of her wanton body caused her inner muscles to tighten around you. Even though you were the one mainly in control, you could have sworn you felt Gyuri’s body pushing back against you.

“A-Are you close, baby?” Gyuri asked, exhaustion in her voice.

You knew it was only a matter of time, your own orgasm was fast approaching. You quickened your pace, both of your bodies colliding with each other as skin smacked against skin in a satisfying way. The bed below you both creaking loudly as you felt the friction between the two of you from how fast you were both fucking each other. Gyuri’s repeated moans along with her telling you to fuck her harder and faster are all that it takes for you to reach your tipping point.

One final deep thrust inside Gyuri causes the two of you to moan loudly as your shaft throbs and her walls pulsate and tighten around you as you release thick, hot semen inside her. The orgasm causes you to give several slightly weaker thrusts as she drains you. Feeling a bit lightheaded and exhausted from having to fuck two women back to back, you wipe the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand and look down to see Gyuri - fully content, her dark brown eyes almost amber-like in color from the satisfaction you have given her.

You catch your breath as she smiles through her eyes like she always did after the two of you were intimate, her soft hands gently cupping your face as you kiss each other once more.

Gyuri stands alone in the balcony, the slightly chilly night time breeze a cool relief on her still slightly flushed face.

She admires the lights of the nearby buildings and cars passing by below. As she tries to read a fluorescent sight of a business far away, she feels a blanket draped over her shoulders as you appear next to her, smiling and handing her a hot beverage cup with a sleeve.

“It’s your favorite. Hot chocolate with a bunch of marshmallows.” you said.

“You always did know how to take good care of a woman.”

Both of you sipped on the hot liquid, a satisfied hum coming from Gyuri as your bodies begin to warm up.

“Where’s… Saerom?” She asked, a bit hesitant. Through all of your years knowing her, Gyuri was never one to be timid or shy.

“She’s talking to Nakyung. Something about the both of them wanting to get massages or something. You know, girl talk. Guess Nakyung knows someone.” you said, shrugging your shoulders while taking another sip.

“Oppa, I…”

“It really was nice seeing you again, Gyuri.” Despite you interrupting her train of thought, she turned to you and listened intently. “After you broke up with me, I had so many questions. I couldn’t understand why. Was it my fault? Did I not give you enough love?”

“Oppa…”

“But reminiscing on the old days, us having sex again. I’m… thankful. We can’t go back to how things were. But the nostalgia - how your skin felt. The lotion you still use. How your kisses gave me butterflies each time. How you made me feel comfortable around you. It was… nice.”

Gyuri was smiling, and despite her face not being that visible in the dark, you were able to see tears streaming down her face.

“Am I… getting rejected by you?”

“You’ll find someone better than me.”

Gyuri grabs onto your shirt, tiptoeing and pulling you down towards her as she gives you a kiss. You stood there, stunned, as you felt her pour her emotion through the connection of your lips. Both of you opened your eyes when her lips left yours, a soft sadness in her eyes betraying her warm smile. She fixes the knot on your tie and returns to looking out at the city skyline.

“I’m glad you’re both happy together, baby. Hopefully she shows you as much love as you gave me.”

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