#is because there really IS something there to cover up

[trianglegoddess]

Feral McGee™

It starts with the Joker. 

His goons picked up Tim Drake. Not specifically because it was Tim Drake, he just so happened to be in the Joker’s neighborhood, and we'll, he can't pass up that opportunity now can he? 

Except Tim Drake is watching, along with the rest of Gotham, at the Batcomputer. He’s nursing a broken foot and has been put on monitor duty until he's cleared for field work again. 

The guy looks enough like him, though. Black hair, blue eyes, and bags under his eyes for days. He's also got the same lean sort of build like he does. 

It happens like this. 

The Joker is doing his monologue thing where he explains whatever twisted game he's come up with this time. He takes up the majority of the screen, so nobody can see Not-Tim behind him, not until the big reveal. Then he covers the screen again, getting up close and personal, before stepping back. In those quick few seconds, Not-Tim is no longer sitting there tied to the chair. 

Someone off camera lets the Joker know, and he whirls around, confused as the rest of Gotham. 

And then Not-Tim comes in with the steel chair. 

Or, well, a crowbar, but the reference holds up. 

He takes out one of Joker’s knees before punching him in the face. The Joker drops like a bag of stones, out cold. 

Then he looks towards the camera. 

“Hey there. I'm not really sure where I am, but also if he was after Tim Drake, he got the wrong guy. I'm not him, I'm just some dude. Anyway, I'll just-yep-” he carefully steps over the unconscious Joker, gives the camera a little wave, and then leaves. 

Batman and Nightwing enter shortly after, with the Joker and his goons out cold and tied up. The knots were complicated enough where, in the end, the police resorted to cutting the ties off of them so they could be properly cuffed and taken to Arkham. 

“A constrictor knot,” Batman tells Nightwing as they watch the villain be taken away. “Often used by sailors to temporarily tie things together to keep something in a bag, or to hold something to glue it back together.”

“Huh,” Nightwing says, scratching the back of his head. “Go figure.”

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The next time it happens, it’s the Riddler. 

He’s laughing, giving his riddles to the Bats and recording himself to all of Gotham while his victim, one of the Wayne brats, hangs over a vat of something. From a distance, he looks like Tim Drake, or maybe a lankier Dick Grayson. And he’s not the only victim, they’re all scattered across the city, but he thought an important figure such as a Wayne should be under the Riddler’s direct supervision while he enacts his schemes. 

While the Riddler cackles and plots and waves his cane around, in the background all of Gotham can see the figure escape. Several Gothamites recognize him as the kid from before, who clocked the Joker. They all watch with bated breath as he sort of wiggles his way out of the ropes holding him up. Once he’s free, he climbs the rope and gets himself down safely. 

Gotham holds their breath as the kid casually walks up to the Riddler, who’s mid-rant. He politely taps him on the shoulder, and as the Riddler is turning around, the kid clocks him just as brutally as he had the Joker. He’s down with one punch. 

They think he’s going to say another sort of awkward goodbye, but instead he pats the Riddler down until he finds a piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket. 

“Right,” the kid says, looking at the list. There’s a lot more static overlay now, and several wonder if it’s damage to the cameras. “Uh, the Clocktower, the Docks, and-” he squints at the page for a moment-”Mama Nacaroni’s? What the fuck is that? Anyway, uh. See you later, I guess. Oh! And we’re at the Gotham Arena. Have fun with him, I guess.”

The kid tosses the paper off to the side before the camera cuts to black. 

Just like last time, everyone is out cold and tied up. The Riddler himself is sporting a pretty bad shiner, but well deserved nonetheless. 

“Stop it,” Red Hood tells him. Batman just looks at him, and though Hood can’t see the top half of his face, he can tell that his eyebrow is raised. “You know exactly what I mean, B. Put the adoption papers away.”

“Hn.”

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After that, it sorta becomes a game. The rogues of Gotham are no longer after a Wayne, or after anybody who holds any kind of social status like usual. They’re all going after this one kid, all determined to be the one to hold him. And each one is televised. 

Mr. Freeze freezes him in a block of ice, but due to the cameras glitching out, nobody can really see how he got free. They do, however, see the kid suplex Mr. Freeze. It should seem impossible, given his lanky figure, but he evidently has more muscle than he’s originally let on. 

Two-Face gets a hold of him, using chains and some power-dampening cuffs just on the off-chance that he’s a meta. They all watch as the kid leans down, pulls a bobby pin out of his hair, and picks the locks on his cuffs. One punch, and Two-Face is down. 

Gothamites are going wild for the kid. They’ve dubbed him Feral McGee™ (an online poll, of course), because every time he goes in for the punch he gets this feral look in his eyes. Also, just the fact that he casually goes up to these rogues and takes them out with all the casualness of doing something incredibly mundane? Incredible. The Gothamites are eating it up. However, despite the video evidence, nobody has been able to properly identify the kid. They know he has black hair and bright eyes, but any time he gets near a camera, it’s like there’s this weird, sort of warped quality the camera takes on. It doesn’t usually calm down until the fight is done-as one sided as they usually are-before he awkwardly skedaddles away.  

He gets kidnapped by the Penguin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (though that was more just a friendly chat than anything), Mad Hatter, and the Riddler again. 

And then the Joker escapes. 

It’s no surprise as to who he’s going to go after. 

Due to one too many careless goons, they manage to find their way to the Joker’s hideout pretty quickly. This time, it’s all Bats on deck, and they all hide away in the rafters as Feral McGee™ is hung over a vat of acid. His whole body is tied up, hardly a single inch of exposed skin to be seen except for the neck up. 

They watch the goons, they watch the Joker, and they watch Feral McGee™. 

The Joker is monologuing, practically begging the bats to come find him before the timer runs out. When it does, the kid gets dumped into the vat of acid. 

Despite these stakes, the kid seems to be only mildly annoyed. 

“Fuck this, I have homework I still need to finish,” they hear him say. 

They all watch, amazed and confused, as the kid starts gnawing through the ropes. Human teeth shouldn’t be able to do that so easily, but one bit after the other, and soon enough the kid’s got himself freed enough to just climb up the rest of the rope. When he’s at the top of the crane holding him up, Batman lets down a rope and pulls the kid up and out of danger. 

“Oh, cool, you’re all here,” the kid says casually, as if meeting the entire Bat Clan is just a normal Tuesday. And then he pulls out a notepad and pen and hands it to Red Hood. 

“Can I get an autograph? You’re dope as fuck, dude.”

Red Hood has to look away and hide his face in his arms for a few moments to not give away their location with his laughter before signing. And then, one by one, the others do as well. They pass along the kid’s notebook with shit-eating grins and barely contained snickers despite the fact that the Joker is still right below them. Even Batman signs it, after his children don’t stop hounding him about it. 

In their distraction, they didn’t see the kid sneak away. He’s far away from them now, nearly right over the Joker. Danny waits, though, until the Joker has turned around as the timer almost runs out. They watch as he snickers at Joker’s flabbergasted look. The Joker comically looks back and forth and under objects the kid obviously isn’t under. However, before he can do or say anything else, the kid drops from the rafters and right on top of the Joker. He crumples to the ground, unconscious. The kid, however, just brushes the dust off of himself. Despite the fall he took, there isn’t a scratch on him. 

When the bats join him, they give his notepad back to him, barely able to contain their laughter at the absurdity of it all. The kid, too, joins in the camaraderie, laughing and joking along with them as Batman secures the Joker. 

“Okay, okay, but I gotta ask, dude,” Red Hood says at one point, looking at the kid. “How do you keep getting kidnapped?”

The kid just shrugs. “I get distracted easily. And I’m sleep deprived, so you know. Social awareness is kind of at an all time low right now.”

“Why are you sleep deprived?” Nightwing asks, barely hidden concern in his voice. 

 “Finals are kinda kicking my ass right now. Especially this dumb English homework I have. You guys wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“Oh, lucky for you,” Red Hood says, wrapping an arm around the kid’s shoulders as he walks them out of the warehouse, “I happen to know a lot about English. So, it is Shakespeare?”

“Yeah, Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

As they walk off, Batman calmly watches, though the rest of the bats can see his jaw twitching. Nightwing comes up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. 

“If you don’t adopt him, I will.”

“Hn.”

[slvttyplum]

you always got so shy when suguru would sneak in between your legs, slowly hook his finger underneath your waistband, and pull your panties down. it was in a smooth way, almost to the point where you didn't notice, but it never bothered you until it started to happen all the time.

getting ate from front to back all in one sitting and actually finishing was new to you—very new. he had you grabbing at the sheets, throwing your head back, and biting your lip; it was all too good for you to comprehend.

before, getting ate up was a privilege that your previous partner out on a pedestal for you to get; for suguru, it was just something he did every other day or every day if he was feeling lucky; maybe that's why you got shy. always covering your face and keeping your eyes closed while he licked up every fluid that slowly slid out of you, your heart pounding in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

he hated how you couldn't enjoy most of the things he was doing to you because, for ten minutes, you would tense up and your pretty mind would wander off doing something else. its not like you didn't like what he was doing because it was clear from the way your lower half would squirm whenever his tongue was flicking against your clit.

all suguru wanted was for you to look him straight in the eyes while he had two of his fingers pumping in and out of you while his tongue was slowly moving against your clit. he wanted to know and make sure you were feeling good, that you were grinding against his tongue to get to your high faster so he could do it all over again.

one thing he could admit was an upside to the fact it you kept body movement to a minimum and moans shoved down: he loved when your body would betray you, it was like a sweet treat after being on his stomach and using his tongue repeatedly just for you not to moan or anything.

having to add an extra finger just so he could get that reaction he wanted, slowly sliding in a third, hearing those soft, quiet moans that he could barely make out turn into full-blown moans, and your body moving against him to get that extra stimulation. a smile on his face as he continues to run his tongue over your clit, watching how your arm moves to the side, seeing your sweaty, sexy face on full display, and feeling how your pussy reacts.

any other time he would just let you be and watch you struggle to push the pleasure down, but on certain days he just really wanted to see your face and how your eyes would fight to stay open and how your body moved on its own for more pleasure, moans mindlessly slipping out of your mouth one by one.

it turned him on to see you fight the pleasure that you were trying to hide, how your body always reacted before you did, half of the time you wouldn't even realize you were grinding on his tongue or the fact that you finished on his fingers, all you knew was that you wanted more.

that you wanted his tongue licking all over your pussy and his fingers stretching you out one by one, while he looked up at you with his dark eyes.

he didn't want you to bring the baggage of having to be quiet and barely move during sex from your other relationships to him, he wanted you to make nose, wanted you to grind over his tongue until the pleasure was too much to take, he wanted you to moan his name and have your legs cramp up from how good you were feeling, he loved that shit.

his goal was to make you feel good, because when you did so did he, evidence was in his briefs.

[teddybeartoji]

going to the beach with toji and kids for the first time ever. it's only the beginning of your relationship, it's all kind of new – toji doesn't know what's about to hit him. sure, he's seen you with megumi and tsumiki before, but this? this is something else.

not only is his heart doing flips at the sight of the big smiles and the loud bursts of laughter you're managing to pull out of his kids, you're also wearing a fucking bikini. he hasn't seen this much of you before – the furthest you've gone during the late hours of the nights are steamy, handsy makeouts. he did take your shirt off the last time he had you below him but then you were interrupted by the little spiky haired boy, sniffling about a bad dream. after grabbing a blanket to cover you up, toji rested his forehead against your warm skin, grumbling something under his breath before looking up at you with soft eyes. you weren't mad – quite the opposite; you ruffled his hair and cradled his face, a gentle smile splayed on your lips. you pressed a haste kiss to his nose and then ushered him off of you, whispering something about his adorable son. toji scoffed. and smiled to himself.

the bikini. is killing him. he doesn't know what to do with himself. the scene playing in front of him is heart-warming and he should only be thinking about that, but how can he? the material is barely covering anything and you just look so... fucking good.

sitting in the shade, toji let's his head loll back, his eyes closing as he rests his hand over his face with a groan. he can't do it anymore. he's doing brain exercises to not pop the hardest boner of his life and you are not making it any easier when you keep giving him the prettiest smiles. you're happy, the kids are happy – everything should be good, but no – here he is, suffering because his parter looks fucking amazing. the fact that this is even a problem is mind-baffling to him. he is a strong man, no person is going to get to him just by being beauti—

"could you pass me the water, please?"

you're out to get him, he's sure of it.

toji peeks from under his hand and he's immediately blinded by a devil in disguise. the sun shines from behind you like a halo and the grin on your lips reaches behind your ears. sweat coats your skin and it makes toji's mouth salivate. what the fuck are you doing to him? hands on your hips, you stare down at your boyfriend and you give him another second to collect himself before quirking up a brow.

"toji?" you sound like a siren, you're pulling him in with your silky smooth tone. "the water, please?"

the corners of your eyes crinkle as you smile and toji has never moved faster in his entire life. "right."

he reaches for the bottle in the cooler beside him and gives it to you while making sure to look at you in the eyes and nowhere else. it's unbelievably hard – especially when the water starts trickling from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. toji gulps before turning to look at his kids instead. gumi's brows are furrowed as he's building his sandcastle while miki is busy building hers. toji cracks a grin.

"they're so– fucking cute." you whisper when you curse, a playful smile on your lips as you gush about the kids.

you love them so much already and you're glad that they seem to be liking you a lot too. that makes toji very happy; when the kids ask about you when they haven't seen you in a few days, when you do the same – he knows you really might be the one. it's a big thing to say, to even think, but he can't help it. it simply seems... right.

the water bottle hangs in front of his face and he's pulled away from his thoughts again. he goes to grab it and when he does, your free hand reaches out to him. warm finger wrap around his wrist and he melts at the soft, gentle touch. "come play with us."

a groan bubbles from his throat but it couldn't be any further from an annoyed one – you're sweet and you're excited, you're pretty and you're patient; you always welcome him and the kids with open arms and a bright smile. she would've loved you.

he throws the bottle aside and wraps his own hand around your own. "ya wanna play or the kids wanna play?"

his raspy voice and the stupidly handsome smirk he gives you make butterflies bloom and dance in your stomach. he makes you giddy, he makes you happy.

"i wanna play." you tug at him. "and the kids wanna play."

he can't say no to his little blessings and he can't say no to you. maybe running around will help clear his mind from the mischievious thoughts in his head. he doubts it, but he's needs to try.

in one swift move, he pulls your hand to his mouth while pretending to bite you and his eyes fucking twinkle when he sees your cute surprised expression and hears your little gasp. there's a moment, a second of the most comfortable silence before the corners of your lips twitch and you yank away from his hold, booking it towards gumi and miki with a loud cackle as toji pushes off the chair and takes off after you with fast steps.

your cheeks hurt from laughing as you watch toji catch megumi; he lifts gumi up with just one hand while tsumiki tries to poke her dad in the ribs in order for him to let boy go. when he finally lets the kids go... you feel his eyes on you. adrenaline pumps in your veins and you feel like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. you can't stop grinning. he can't either. a pair of arms wrap around your middle and your feet are being lifted up above the ground before you can even react.

while the kids are doubled over, running and stumbling over their own feet, toji growls in your ear. "gotcha."

you will take the next step today. no snotty kid of his will cockblock him again – they will be tired from the day and you will be all his to take care of. he'll show you his appreciation for being so good to him and the kids, for being so kind. and so... fucking hot.

he presses a kiss to your jaw but cringes when gumi and miki dramatically scream 'ew' at him. you feel him getting even warmer, his cheeks heating up and you try to save him by shooing the kids with a laugh. toji is grateful. he's happy that you're here.

[lustspren]

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

length: 26.5k words ✦

Winter, Ningning & Male Reader

Special guest: Noze, Aespa Backup Dancers.

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

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That fucking reporter already had you frankly fed up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just say what you have to say."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jihye gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does it matter?"

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

"Nah, not really."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cheers," Jihye returned.

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

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

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

The light bulb above your head went on immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rina raised an eyebrow.

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

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

"I don't care, come here."

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

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

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

"Truth or dare, bitch?" Jihye asked.

"Dare," Rina blew her a kiss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Truth or dare, unnie?" Yujin asked.

"Dare," Chaeyeon responded.

"I dare you to get naked."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Truth or dare, handsome?" she asked.

"Truth."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She turned the bottle, which stopped pointing at Jihye.

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

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

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

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

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

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Jihye said without a second thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bottle stopped and pointed towards Minha.

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

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

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

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Youjin chose.

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

Youjin looked at your cock and bit her lower lip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Truth or dare, daddy?"

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

Neither of you two paid her any attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Truth or Dare?" she asked.

"Dare," you said this time.

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

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

"Oh… bad mistake then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-Yeah…"

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

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

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

She nodded between gasps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chaeyeon wrinkled her brow and turned to look at her.

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

Nakyung also turned to look at her, brow furrowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck… and you're right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Talking about the devil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She raised an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Physical Graffiti?"

"Aha, that one."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Depends."

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, and shook your head.

"You better."

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

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

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

Jihye looked at you with a little smile.

"Are you jealous?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, why the hell would you be jealous?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you Lord Varys?" you asked.

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

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

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

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

You intertwined your fingers with hers.

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

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

You smiled.

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

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

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

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

"We have a date then," you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minjeong laughed and with her fingers she lifted your jaw.

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

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

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

Minjeong shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You all frowned.

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

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

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

"And that's it?" Jihye said.

"Uh… yeah?"

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

"… No?" they both said.

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

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

They both remained silent like scolded toddlers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you serious?" she asked.

"What did I do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not even with Irene?"

Jihye let out an incredulous laugh.

"God, I knew you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous," you lied.

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

"Geez, that must be me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckled.

"Gotcha."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her phone rang.

You stopped short, between labored breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don't be mad at me…” Ning muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Que creen que están haciendo. Usen protección, todos ustedes," the translator said for you.

The men were forced to obey very reluctantly, and luckily Minjeong didn't protest about it. She just made sure to grimace a lot and moan loudly when one of the men started fucking her. She looked into your eyes intently, and she gave a mischievous little smile that made you clench your fists.

"I got to see you have fun a couple of nights ago, didn't I?" She teased, being railed without any kind of care by one of the men, who was holding her waist. "Well now it's your turn… daddy."

You snorted and looked at the ceiling. You refrained from responding to her; you knew that arguing with her in that state would be like arguing with a wall. The fact that one of the men stood in front of her and made her suck his cock was a bittersweet feeling for you, on the one hand she would shut the fuck up, but on the other… Well, that was your damn job, not his.

Little by little the two remaining men became part of the action, one of them getting under Minjeong so that the one on her knees could fuck her ass in a certainly weak and pathetic way that you knew she wasn’t enjoying. But that didn't matter to her, the only thing that mattered was that you watched everything, and looking at you while the veins on your forehead stood out from anger.

The men positioned her in an endless number of ways, and even did a carry fuck to her, double penetrating her at all times. They were all throwing away condom after condom with cum, but you had noticed that Minjeong had only cummed once. What a fucking wimps they were. She knew it.

And that only made your blood boil at an even higher temperature, because the bitch couldn't stop looking into your eyes, defiantly. It was the look of a woman who knew she had gotten her way.

You were willing to just wait for the men to get tired and leave, but Ning woke up, and one of them fixed his gaze on her. The son of a bitch didn't even know what state she was in, he just assumed that she would be sober by now, so he got off the bed and went over to grab her face in a way that made you want to kill him. He then kissed her.

And that was your limit.

"Hey! What the fuck you think you're doing, motherfucker?!" you strode towards the man, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back. "Get out of here!" you pointed towards the door.

"¡Pero ella ya está sobria!" He protested in Spanish, but you didn't understand him.

"¡No seas un pinche amargado, cabrón!" protested another of them.

"I don't know what the hell you're saying, and I don't fucking care!" you screamed, anger built up to your crown. "Get out!"

At least you were sure they understood English, because the two who didn't protest made your job easy and left the room peacefully. With the other two you had to get physical, and you thanked God that you had a good amount of innate strength, because otherwise you would have been in trouble.

You almost came to fists with both of them, but you restrained yourself so as not to make that an even more unnecessary drama, or to prevent the girls from getting hurt too. You would never forgive yourself if that happened. The closest you came to a real fight was when you gave one of them a little kick to get him to finish leaving.

You closed the door and locked it, and leaned your back against it between tired breaths. Apparently all the commotion had left Ning moderately sober, as she watched everything with attentive but worried eyes.

"God… I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Ning wailed, hands on her knees. "I promise I didn't want to do it… I… I…"

"I know," you interrupted her. "You wouldn't be capable of something like that. But someone…"

Your gaze went to Minjeong, who was lying face down on the bed, her head facing the bottom edge of it.

"You were late getting them out," she said, with the bitchiest tone of voice you had heard from her in a long time. She then turned to Ning. "Hey, are you feeling okay?"

"Right now? Yeah…" Ning nodded.

"Do you want to fuck your cute little boyfriend?"

Ning looked at you, unsure of your opinion of her at the moment.

"I do…" she nodded slowly, and bit her lip. "I want him to know that I am his, and only his."

"Great!" Minjeong said with a wide smile. "Because the night has only just begun."

Minjeong looked at you. For her own good it was better that she not add any more trouble to the fire, because you already felt like a volcano about to erupt. You stared into her eyes, threatening. A clear warning: 'Shut your mouth.'

"And what about you?" she said, not giving two fucks about your look. "Are you gonna come, or are you gonna stand there looking like an idiot again."

You clenched your fists and snorted like an enraged bull. You looked at Ning for a moment, hoping she would apologize for the version of you she was about to see. You stared at Minjeong again; she was smiling mockingly.

"You fucking…" you muttered, and left the sentence in the air to take a few quick strides towards her. Then you grabbed a handful of her hair, which was already pretty messy, and made her look up. "You think this is a fucking game, you fucking spoiled bitch?!"

You slapped Minjeong so hard that the sound reverberated through the room. Her brown hair covered her face accordingly, and underneath you managed to see the same damn defiant smile. Another slap, on the same side of her face, just as hard. This time she moaned, and so did the next. You didn't stop until her cheek was red hot.

"You're a disgusting, unbearable whore, you know that, don't you?" You gave her hair a violent tug again, making her look up. "Of course you know that. You love getting people mad, even if in the process you affect someone who isn't to blame for the fact that you're a spoiled slut! You fucking scumbag!!"

You slapped her again, not caring how red that side of her face was already. But she moaned again, and even let out a small grunt of pleasure.

"And what are you going to do about it, daddy?" she growled with a maniacal giggle. "Are you going to punish me like the spoiled whore I am or are you going to hold back like a fucking pussy like you did before?"

You growled and grabbed another fistful of her hair with your other hand, then took a step back and roughly pulled her off the bed. She fell to the ground on her knees, and when you let go of her she automatically brushed her hair out of her face to open her mouth and stick her tongue out.

You undressed in record time, almost ripping the clothes off your body. Once completely naked, you grabbed Minjeong by her hair with one hand, your cock with the other, and then guided it into her open mouth with a sharp thrust.

"Ning, come here," you growled, as you pulled Minjeong's hair with both hands and pumped your cock in and out of her mouth hard from the start. "Make sure her pussy is well prepared for me."

Ning immediately obeyed. She got up from the couch, and undressed at the same time she walked towards you. By the time she was next to you, she was already completely naked. She fell to her knees next to Minjeong, sucked on her fingers and brought them between her legs to touch her pussy.

Minjeong moaned around your cock, which went almost completely in and out of her mouth. Gagging sounds took over the acoustics of the room, as did the sound of her saliva pooling inside her and making her choke and cough against your shaft. She clung to your thighs, eyes tearful as you used fistfuls of her hair as handholds.

Ning was trying her best to kiss Minjeong's shoulders and neck, since you were shaking her head so hard that she couldn't stay still for two seconds in place. She also rubbed her pussy with quick circles, but after a few seconds she decided to put her two fingers inside her pussy.

"Fuck, her pussy is still tight," Ning said, pumping her fingers in and out of her. "Such tiny cocks those idiots had."

For some reason, hearing her say that only made your anger sink deeper. It was obvious that these men had not gone through any quality testing or anything like that. She would surely have chosen them by pure chance. Just to have material to piss you off with.

But you found that it wasn't the only reason you were feeling angry. Minjeong knew that you would return to the hotel to spend the whole night with Jihye. She knew what you two would do. She did all this knowing full well that she would interrupt you two as well. That's what you called being a giant bitch.

"Time to stretch it then," you growled, and with one rough thrust you buried your cock deep in Minjeong's throat. She wasn't prepared for that; she coughed, and desperately slapped your thighs, demanding a break, while her saliva spilled in thick drops from her mouth. It wasn't until you saw that she felt dizzy that you took your cock out of her mouth.

You grabbed her by the arms and forced her to stand up, then you grabbed her hair again, and pulled her with you to the bedroom window, whose curtains were open and revealed a beautiful view of the city. She let out a moan as you threw her against the glass, where her cheek and her hands were planted.

"Oh my god…" she gasped. "I would have played this card sooner, if I had been sure it would take that monster out of you."

The only possible response you could give her was a spicy spank on her buttock. She squealed, and pulled her hips back to press your cock against her ass. You took her hands, took them off the glass and linked her wrists behind her back, so that her only point of support was her own face. Then you held their wrists together with one hand, and with the other you took your cock inside her pussy.

Never before in your life had you fucked someone with so much hatred, contempt and roughness as you did Minjeong in that moment. You shook her like an insignificant rag doll, with thrusts so violent that they made her glass shake as well. You also pulled her hair, and grabbed the back of her neck right after giving her a new round of spanks. She came twice in the process, but you didn't slow down on either occasion.

At one point you pulled her face away from the glass, only to press her back against your chest so you could choke her while you growled in her ear. Her moans became muffled, made soundless by your fingers wrapped tightly around her throat.

"Is this what you wanted, you big fucking nasty slut?" you growled in her ear, and bit her cheek hard, the same one that was red thanks to your slaps.

Minjeong could do nothing but nod with tears in her eyes and her face twisted with pleasure. It was then that you felt her body tremble again, and seconds after, her third consecutive orgasm came accompanied by a powerful squirt that was not an impediment for you to continue either, not until you exploded inside her.

You slammed her against the glass again, to grab her by that sexy little waist and fuck her while you left a thick hot load inside her soaked pussy. Minjeong stood with her hands pressed against the window, gasping and shrieking. She was sweaty, with lots of strands of hair stuck to her face.

When you deposited your entire load inside her, you took out your cock and pulled her hair back again, with enough strength for her to fall on her ass against the floor.

"I'm not done with you, bitch," you said between labored breaths, then let out a contemptuous spit in her face.

When you turned around you found Ning lying on the bed, legs open with one hand on her pussy. She had been touching herself as she watched you, judging by her flushed cheeks and her furrowed forehead.

"Come here and clean up," you ordered her, and stood in front of the bottom edge of the bed.

Ning immediately crawled over to you, getting on her hands and knees with her face in front of your cock. She began to clean it with her tongue, which ran along each side of it before giving your tip some gentle sucks.

"Not 'baby' or 'honey'?" she asked, as she kissed all over your cock.

"No, I'm angry with you too," you replied, stroking her hair.

Ning made a move to protest, but you looked her in the eyes and shook your head.

"Don't be sorry now. We'll talk later," you interrupted her.

She nodded.

"Fine…"

Then she continued with her task. She took you inside her mouth, and gave you exactly the blowjob you needed at that moment to calm the violent tide that went from side to side inside your body. Ning had that effect on you, even if she herself was partly responsible for you getting like this in the first place.

She left your cock glistening, all while she looked into your eyes with a cute good girl look. She gave your cock one last lick, before kneeling in front of you, grabbing your face and kissing you. You resisted at first, not wanting to soften up. But in the end you found yourself surrounding Ning in a warm hug as you affectionately reciprocated her kiss.

Ning wrapped her arms around your neck and in one jump she clung to your torso with her legs. You held her in the air, hands clinging to her waist. She broke away from the kiss and looked into your eyes.

"I never agreed to bring those men…" she murmured. "In fact I could never let anyone but you touch me."

“I know…” you murmured back, and grabbed your cock with one hand only to stand it upright and impale Ning on it. She clung tightly to your neck, while you watched very closely as her face twisted in pleasure as your cock sank deeper and deeper. "Because you're mine."

"Oh yeah…" she moaned, and nodded several times as you slowly pumped your cock in and out of her. "I belong only to you, baby."

You held her by the back of her knees and kissed her again. Ning moaned against your lips, stroking and giving gentle little tugs to your hair. Normally you were always gentle with her, but when you remembered that you were still mad at her for drinking tequila outside of your supervision, you started fucking her hard.

You weren't nearly as abrupt as you were with Minjeong; Ning never deserved to be treated like that. But you were a little harsher than you usually were on her. She seemed to enjoy it, as in a few seconds she was a moaning mess in your arms.

After a couple of minutes she came. It was a bit of a job holding her in the air, as her body writhed and threatened to slip out of your hands. You slowly fucked her through her orgasm, your face buried in her neck between kisses.

When her orgasm passed you released her face up on the bed, and turned abruptly towards Minjeong, who was lying on the floor as if she had fainted. You took a stride towards her and grabbed her arm with a strong grip.

"Come on, get up you fucking whore," you said, forcing her to her feet. "I told you I wasn't done with you."

You pulled Minjeong onto the bed and tossed her to Ning's side. Minjeong looked at you with weak eyes as you lunged at her, spread her legs wide and went back to penetrating her pussy. She let out another squeal, and arched her back.

"God, that's a damn good cock," she grunted as you began hammering her pussy again. "I wouldn't change it for anything in the world."

"Well it doesn't look like it, fucking slut," you said through clenched teeth, and brought a hand to her abdomen to press it there and feel your cock bulge it.

The tide that Ning had managed to calm rose again and became turbulent. It was something you couldn't control. It was enough with Minjeong's arrogant and mocking attitude, along with the way she enjoyed that you were angry with her, for you to become furious like an animal again.

Once again, the hatred and fury you felt accumulated towards Minjeong was reflected in the way you fucked her. You had her pinned against the mattress, both hands gripped to her neck while you kept her legs wide open. The slaps returned, this time on the other side of her face, combined with spitting on different parts of her face, you didn't even care where.

Minjeong was fascinated by the way you were fucking her. She loved being denigrated. Being treated like a cheap sex toy whose only function was to be used and then thrown away. She didn't mind being a target for your spit, nor an object with which you could vent as much anger as you wanted. All of this led to her cumming again.

She erupted again with screams and grunts of pleasure. One hand of hers went to your hair, which she pulled down, and the other went to your chest, which she scratched down with her recently manicured nails. You grunted in pain, and with one hand you gave her pussy a sudden slap that made her jump.

You pulled out of her once her orgasm had passed, and she looked at you with a frown and her mouth slightly open. Her face was marked with slaps, with traces of saliva everywhere and covered in sweat.

"Why did you stop!" she protested. "I wanted another load inside me!"

"Be quiet!" you blurted out. "This isn't just about you, in case you hadn't realized, fucking cunt."

You returned to Ning, who was lying on her side watching you fuck Minjeong. She looked into your eyes as you lay down behind her and pressed her back against your chest. You wrapped your arms around her, and let her take your cock inside her pussy.

Ning cupped the side of your face with her hand and kissed you again. She was lying on your left arm, so you could easily grope her tits while you held her waist with your other hand. You knew she loved that intimate closeness, where she could feel every part of your body filling her with warmth.

This time you slowed down, not because you wanted to go soft on Ning, but because you were starting to feel tired. Of course this didn't matter, since you were already close to cumming, and Ning already felt a certain erogeneity when feeling your load inside her, so as soon as you exploded, she followed you close.

You two became a combined mass of two bodies wrapped around each other, muffling moans in the middle of a torrid kiss. You groped every corner of Ning's delicious body, with some fixation on her firm tits and her pretty nipples, which you pinched and rubbed with your fingers until your climax passed and your load was all inside her.

"Honey… Do you want to try it today?" you asked against her lips, not realizing that you had called her 'Honey.'

Ning looked at you with eyes heavy with desire, as she rubbed your cheek with her thumb. She seemed hesitant.

"Huh, try what?" Minjeong butted in from the side of you.

"Anal…" Ning replied weakly.

"Have you never done it together?" Minjeong asked with a frown.

"I've never done it. In general."

“Oh…” Minjeong stayed quiet, and she exchanged glances with you. "Well, he's never fucked me in the ass either… Do you want some company for your first time?"

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to have some advice," Ning nodded.

You pulled your cock out of Ning and placed a kiss on her cheek. For some magical and mysterious reason, cumming inside her managed to quell your anger for Minjeong. But that was all, quell, not vanish.

Minjeong, meanwhile, crawled on shaky legs to the side of the bed to go to the nightstand and open the drawer in search of something.

"I'll need you to get on your fours, sweetie," you planted a kiss on her lips. "It'll be easier that way."

She nodded, and gave you a small smile.

"Yes honey."

She then pulled away from you and got on her hands and knees on the bed. Minjeong then returned to you, with a little black bottle in her hand that said 'Cobeco Bodylube Anal Lube'. She watched as your cum leaked through the folds of Ning's pussy, and before it fell to the sheets, she dropped the bottle and planted her face directly there.

Ning groaned and had a little startle, perhaps because her pussy was still sensitive. Minjeong grabbed her buttocks, and squeezed each one as she wiped your cum from her pussy. She didn't stop until she had swallowed your entire load, and then she started eating Ning's ass.

"Oh lord!" Ning screeched, frowning. Visibly confused by that feeling. "It feels… strange."

"But you like it?" you asked, biting your lip at the incredibly hot scene.

“Y-yeah…” Ning nodded, while Minjeong licked and kissed her ass in every way possible. "Is different."

Minjeong soon also added her fingers, which she had to be quite careful with because she had pointed nails and could hurt Ning. Luckily she knew how to handle the situation well, and did a good job of gently fucking Ning with two of her fingers.

"Alright, it's your turn," Minjeong said after a minute, and she wiped her chin and licked her fingers. She then threw the bottle of lube at you.

"Are you sure about this, honey?" you asked Ning, settling down behind her. Minjeong adopted the exact same position as Ning beside her, presenting her pale ass yet still littered with red marks to you.

"I don't want to keep putting it off…" she said. "So yes."

Upon receiving the green light, you grabbed the bottle of lubricant, opened it and began pouring it on your cock, her butthole and her butt cheeks. You did the same with Minjeong. Then you grabbed your cock, slippery and shiny, and made a gesture of pressing it against Ning's butthole.

"S-Stop!" She said, and you immediately stopped to look at her. "Can you… do it with her first? I want to see how she takes it…"

"Sure, honey," you nodded.

"And I get my way again, haha!" Minjeong said, as you stood behind her.

“Minjeong-ah…” you took a deep breath. "Let's not start again."

"Yeah yeah I'm sorry. Come on, use my ass daddy."

Minjeong shook her ass provocatively from side to side, looking at you over her shoulder. You grabbed her waist, and with one hand guided your cock into her ass, which was considerably tighter than Aeri's or Jimin's.

It was noticeable that Minjeong was constantly playing with toys inside her ass, because every inch of your cock slid inside her with great ease. You gasped, at the hot image of your cock buried between two pairs of pale red-tinted buttocks.

"You just watch and learn, cutie," Minjeong told Ning, then she pressed the side of her face against her mattress with her hands on either side of her. "You have to relax, not tense your body…"

As much as you appreciated Minjeong's attempts to educate Ning, you were still angry with her—you probably wouldn't stop being angry for a while—, so you were neither gentle nor kind. It didn't even cross your mind being so. Once you made sure you could move your cock in and out of her comfortably, you started fucking her ass just as hard as when you fucked her against the window.

As you fucked Minjeong you couldn't help but wonder how come you had never had her ass before. It literally felt like any other pussy, only much tighter. You let out moan after moan, clinging to her small waist with one hand and her hair with the other.

After a couple of minutes you stopped with one last hard thrust and left Minjeong's ass, who refrained from complaining so as not to argue with you again, although you still saw the discontent on her face.

"Ready, baby?" you asked Ning between gasps, rubbing your cock against her buttocks.

"I think so…" she nodded.

"Okay, breathe and relax…"

Ning did so, doing adorable breathing exercises while you pressed your cock against her butthole. She had a little scare and an initial squeal, but you were gentle with her, giving her as much patience and time as she needed to get used to it.

You were so focused on making Ning feel comfortable and not in so much pain that you hadn't noticed that Minjeong had grabbed her phone and was taking pictures of the two of you. You frowned and tried to swipe at the phone to make her stop, but she dodged you.

"Hey! Calm down!" she said between giggles. "I have to document this. It's her first anal."

You rolled your eyes and snorted.

"Shut up and go back to her side."

Minjeong put her phone aside and obeyed. She returned to her starting position, and grabbed Ning's hand as she began to pepper the side of her face and her forearm with kisses.

You were already completely inside Ning's ass, who had been an excellent girl and had complied with each of the instructions you gave her. You found that she also had a wonderful butthole, and between initial slow pumps, you noticed that she was enjoying it.

"Does it feel good, dear?" you asked in a gentle tone, one hand on her waist, and the other caressing her pretty back.

“It feels really good…” Ning nodded between small moans. "But be careful, it still hurts a little."

You and Minjeong made sure that Ning enjoyed that first experience as much as possible. Minjeong had shown some heart, which felt like seeing the Grinch's heart enlarge for the first time in his entire life, as she stroked Ning's hair and filled her with soothing words.

After a few minutes Ning gave you the green light to let loose, and so you did. You enjoyed her body as much as you could, hands squeezing her slick buttocks. At one point you also used her braids as a grappling point, which drove her crazy between loud moans.

But Minjeong's ass was calling you too, and you were already beginning to miss it, so after a few thrusts, you left Ning and went inside Minjeong's ass.

The next few minutes were based on you switching between each delicious peach. You fucked them both hard, just as your body asked you to. Only with Minjeong you made sure to show her that during that night you couldn't do anything but hate her. They both came, Minjeong first than Ning, who had never experienced such an orgasm before and she was delighted about it.

You continued fucking Ning's ass, since Minjeong had run out of energy and she just watched you while she hugged a pillow.

“Come on daddy…” you heard Minjeong say between the loud sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Ning’s uncontrolled moans. "Fill her ass for the first time."

Your climax was certainly just around the corner. You moaned, one hand placed on Ning's lower back and the other on her braids, which you held intertwined under your hand.

"Do you want that, baby girl?" you asked between pumps. "Do you want me to fill your ass?"

"Yeah!" she squealed with pleasure, crumpling the sheets under her fingers. "It belongs only to you darling, fill it as such!"

"You heard her," Minjeong said. "Cum daddy, cum!" she moaned.

A loud moan escaped you, then you placed Ning's stomach flat against her mattress, leaned forward, and turned her around to kiss you. You moaned against her lips, pumping up and down until you exploded inside her ass.

Ning left her mouth ajar and rolled her eyes back as you drained your balls into her ass. She placed a hand on the back of your neck, and she stroked your hair there before looking into your eyes. You moaned again and again, your cock still throbbing inside her until every drop was gone.

"Thank you honey…" you managed to say between heavy pants.

"Did you enjoy it?" Ning asked with a hopeful voice, looking at you with that pair of gorgeous eyes.

"It was wonderful," you nodded. "And you?"

"I didn't expect it to feel so good…" She let her head fall against her arm, still looking at you. "Thank you for being so patient with me. I was very afraid."

"I know," you kissed her forehead. "But you did very well, honey."

"Thank you dear…" she smiled.

"God, you're going to make me throw up," Minjeong said in a low voice, already settled on her pillow.

You turned to frown at her and pulled out of Ning's ass, which spilled your entire load directly into her pussy. You stood up and went straight to the bathroom to look for toilet paper. With Ning you were very attentive and affectionate, helping her clean every corner of her body. On the other hand, you only threw the roll of paper at Minjeong when she reluctantly asked for it.

Once the little cleaning session was done you claimed Ning for yourself. You snuggled her into your arms, and showered her with affectionate kisses all over her face as she fell asleep. You also caressed her shoulder, and ran your fingers down her back.

You slightly lost track of time. About ten or fifteen minutes had passed when you got up and left her snuggling with Minjeong. You turned on the air conditioning, unfolded the blanket and covered both of them with it. Then you dressed, organized the room just a bit, and turned off the lights before leaving.

You headed to your room, wondering what the hell had just happened. It had all happened too fast in your head, but that night had been really fucking crazy. The first lesson you learned was that you shouldn't leave Ning alone with Minjeong, and the other was that Minjeong was not to be trusted under any circumstances.

You thought that the rest of the night would be peaceful, but when you arrived in front of your room you noticed that something was not quite right. You noticed the lights inside were off, even though you had left them on, and you also felt the cold air under the door, which you opened slowly to enter.

Your heart almost jumped out of your mouth when you saw someone in your bed. But it took you only a few seconds to realize that it was none other than Noh Jihye, peacefully asleep with nothing more than one of your hoodies on. Only then were you able to release the breath you had been holding, a silly smile even escaped you.

You took off your jacket, pants, and shoes, leaving you only in your sweater and boxers before getting into bed with Jihye. You lay down behind her, and put an arm over her body to snuggle her against you.

You thought she was asleep, but she stirred slightly in your arms and gave a small snort.

"Are you done with the brats?" she asked, sleepily.

You chuckled and rubbed your nose against her head affectionately. You were still smiling like an idiot.

"Oh yeah," you nodded. "I even sang them a lullaby and put them to bed."

Jihye turned around, and now your faces were just inches from each other. She could barely keep her eyes open as she looked at you, but it was enough for you to lose yourself in them, and in every detail of her perfect face. Then she placed a gentle hand on your cheek, caressed it with her thumb, and gave you a soft kiss filled with genuine emotion.

You felt butterflies in your stomach again. But they were no longer just hovering calmly, now they were going from here to there at full speed. You let yourself be carried away by her lips, in the midst of an intense sensation that accumulated in the pit of your stomach and seeped through your pores. You didn't know what it was, but something clicked.

"Thank you for all the help you've given me, darling…" she murmured against your lips. "Me and everyone. I can't even imagine going on tour again without you."

"I hope you feel the same way when you're not half asleep," you said with a giggle.

Your defense mechanism for those types of situations was jokes, even if inside you were screaming and kicking like an idiot.

"I'll feel the same way throughout the morning… and all the mornings to come," she said, and placed another small kiss on your lips that almost melted you. "I naturally feel safe with you. You give me strength. And you make me feel that everything will be okay as long as you are there…"

You stared at her for a few long seconds, with your mouth slightly open and your eyes lost in hers. You blinked several times, blush taking over your cheeks.

“Jihye…” you said softly. "I…"

"You don't have to tell me," she interrupted you with a finger on your lips. "I know. I knew since I noticed how you were looking at me earlier. You almost drooled."

You couldn't help but laugh, somewhat embarrassed. But somehow still speechless.

"Just don't stop looking at me like that, will you?" She hugged you with both arms and leaned her face on your chest, snuggling against you. "You make me feel like the most sublime being that has ever walked the earth."

She didn't say anything else, and you knew she fell asleep within a few minutes. You were dumbfounded, with your arms wrapped around her, feeling an overwhelming unmatched warmth. A feeling you hadn't felt in a long time until now grew in you: peace, and maybe something more.

With a little effort you managed to fall asleep within a few minutes, hugging that woman who made you feel that everything would be fine as long as you had her by your side.

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[barbiecsworld]

can a girl get a megumi smau that has him being pussy-drunk the moment he slips in that he completely loses all logic and sense?? i need to see him fall apart instantly

no bc why is this so true!! so srry for the late reply ive been busy bby. I just realized it said smau and i think those are texting fics?? mb 🤦🏽‍♀️

Tw:// name calling (daddy, mentions reader is a slut, princess, baby), mentions of baby trapping, explicit language, slightly toxic if you squint fr, possessiveness

Megumi is quiet and typically composed never been one to speak up or lose his composure because he just can’t be bothered but when you finally let him taste your pussy, he’s hooked.

You wanted him to take it a step further and take you how he desires, he complains that he’s too strong and might hurt you but megumi could never do that even if he tried. Until he sees you prancing around in your cute little tops and short shorts that could barely be considered covering ‘why even wear them’ he wonders. You thought your attempts weren’t working, your boyfriend just acted like you weren’t dressed up for his attention and then peered down at you like nothing. So you eventually gave up on your failed attempts. I mean you even pushed yourself against his dick pretending to slip your way through to make yourself towards the counter but it clearly wasn’t going to happen or megumi would’ve done something at least by now.

That was what you were thinking moments before he was spreading your legs open and fucking you like his life depended on it. It was your own fault really for pushing him this far when his composure was already slipping at any moment.

“g-gumi please it’s too much” Megumi sees the way you try to push on his lower abdomen and he doesn’t care. Why should he when you asked for this like the slut you are? “Tch.”

“You can’t take what I give you? ‘You runnin from me?” he pants softly in your ear letting out a shaky desperate moan. Chuckling and then mocking ‘it’s too much’ in your fucked out voice. You hear him being mean but you’re too hazy to care.

He’s moaning so pretty while thrusting in and out of you. It turns you on so much more how desperate he is for you. He’s addicted to your pussy and the way it sucks him back in like a vice. Megumi believes he’s seeing the bells they talk about at weddings and then you tighten around him. He didn’t even know you could get tighter, is this heaven? He could truly be going crazy. You just feel so good and he needs more. You look so pretty when you’re ruined under him. He wants to see more

“You feel so good baby, fuck, this my pussy right? Who fucking you like this?” You feel yourself starting to pool at his words and start fucking yourself back on him. He’s acting so nasty and it’s making you flustered never seeing him so… feral. He was fucking you so good and your brain was all fuzzy, It felt so good you wanted to scream.

You nod your head way too weak to speak. He groans as his cock enters in and out of you.

Megumi doesn’t appreciate your non-vocal answer he wants to hear how well he’s making this pussy his. Megumi halts his thrusts almost in a teasing manner making you whine. “I know you hear me talking to you, or did I really fuck you this dumb?”

“Didn’t even start yet princess, Answer the question baby or i’ll stop.”

your eyes widen at his threat and you scramble to get your words out because you feel yourself getting near the edge quicker than later. “N-no daddy m’sorry please this pussy yours only you can fuck me so good like this p-please I need more” you cry out with tears starting to line your face. You glance through watery eyes to see if your response satisfied him and see megumi’s smile growing at your pitiful pleads

“Don’t tell me what you need mama you don’t need anything but i’ll give you what you want.”

he then lines up with your puffy folds all swollen and red then pushes himself in one swift motion knocking the air out of your lungs.

Megumi sucks in fresh air losing his breath after re entering your sloppy pussy. “F-fuck it feels so good baby I wanna k-keep fucking you so badly. Wanna cum so deep in this p-pussy forever.” he stutters out as he loses himself inside you. He’s so pussy drunk off of you he can’t even remember why he didn’t try to fuck you before and whatever reason he had megumi was sure it was stupid. He wants to fuck you forever and maybe if he knocks you up he’ll be able to have your pussy whenever he pleases, he can’t have someone else take what now belongs to him.

Walking around swollen with his kids with your perfect tiddies leaking out milk would be a perfect way to keep you with him. He likes the idea but it’s for a different time for him to carry out. He continues his harsh ramming now just fucking you on the instinct of feeling and angles his hips up looking for the spot to make you fall apart even more on him. Megumi notices how loud you get once he hits that bumpy nerve on the top of your aching pussy, knowing he hit your g-spot. ‘Found it’ he says in his head with a light hearted snicker to himself.

“ ‘gumi m’close please keep going g-gumi feels s’good when you fuck me r-right there” you slur out too drunk on the feeling of his cock pounding at your sweet spot. You were so close and between his kissing down your neck with his brutally fast thrusts, and the rubbing on your sore clit maybe if he just hit right there one more time you’ll-

“Oh you want it right there? I’m so very disappointed baby but you can’t cum yet, I’m not finished with you. I’m beating up this shit and I want to savor every second I get inside of my pussy.”

“Aww don’t cry, after all, didn’t you want this?”

im working on a rafe fic but i paused it to answer this and no regrets at all tbh LMFAO

any grammar mistakes or suggestions please lmkk🙏

[poppy-metal]

ok OK i need to get back into the mindset to finish this p2 of dilf!Art so i need to talk to you about dilf!Art who uses you for free use but in the sense of coming up behind you with a “m’sorry just need it” before mounting you like a fucking dog and humping the shit out of you

he needs it so bad :((( especially when you're doing household tasks.... acting like a little housewife.... doing the dishes - making food - things you dont even have to do, because he's rich, he has staff, but you like to take care of him sometimes, of his home. makes you feel good. accomplished.

and art - well. hes a simple man. he's always hyped up after time on the court. its just training, exercise. but tennis always gets his blood pumping - especially now that he actually enjoys it again. a day of slamming balls across the court, working his style, perfecting it, he's drenched in sweat. his bones aching. he just wants to take a fucking nap. have dinner with you and his daughter.

when he comes into the kitchen and sees you, half bent at the waist as you rinse a pot, he just. stops and stares. he registers the oven on, and something baking inside it. his tennis bag drops.

you look over your shoulder. smile at the sight of him. flushed and tall next to the kitchen island. "hi," you tell him sweetly. "you're back!"

"im back." he echoes. swallows. puts his hand on the counter next to him with his fingers splayed out. looks behind him into the living room. "where's lily?"

you follow his gaze - "she's upstairs reading. she's halfway through percy jackson. she'll probably talk your ear off about it at dinner."

he blinks and turns back to give you his full attention. his lips are parted. he licks them. "you're cooking." he states. takes one step forward.

tilting your head, you study him. his chest is moving up and down more quickly than normal. his cheeks are pink, which could be from his activity from outside, but his eyes are dark. oh. hes turned on. by you cooking?

"i am." you tell him. "nothing fancy. im not as good as the chef you hired." you shrug. "but i thought something simple might be nice, i dunno."

"it is nice." he's covered most of the space between you now. "you're nice."

you turn back to the sink, biting your bottom lip to hide your giddy smile. being praised by art sends warmth right to your lower belly. its like sinking into a warm bath. you feel the heat of arts body behind you - "i just wanted to make you happy." you tell him softly.

arts arms come up on each side of you, caging you in. you feel his chest brush against your back and you breathe in. his forearm brushes against you as he reaches out and shuts off the running water to the sink. "im very happy." you feel his nose against the back of your neck next, trailing up, up, up, his hips meet your ass next. hes a wall of solid muscle behind you. "you smell so good. how do you always smell so good - "

you tilt your neck, letting him have access to you which he takes full advantage of. nuzzling into your throat. lips at the shell of your ear, tugging it between his teeth. "Its -" you try, fumble and try again. hard to talk in full sentences when art donaldsons hard cock is pressing against the crease of your ass. "its um. warm vanilla."

"mm." he hums. your hips are pinned between the sink and his pelvis. the short sundress you're wearing is already drawing up your thighs as he pushes forward with his body, making you bend. "i wanna tell you how much this means to me, and how much i appreciate you - but I'm distracted by how much i really, really want to fuck you."

you wiggle your butt against him. feel warm wet flood between your legs. "you know," you pant, "you know you can have anything you want - anytime - b-but the food -"

arts hands are already at your thighs, shoving your dress up and up, up around your hips, puddling it around your waist - "I'll be quick." he promises, and you hear the clink of his belt as he yanks it through the loops - the sound of his shorts hitting the ground next. "need to feel you -" you feel him, warm and hard at your inner thigh, "fuck, you're not wearing any panties. you wanted this -"

you cant even deny it. arching back into him as he finds the seam of your pussy, "i always want you." you whine, toes curling when you feel him split you open - parting you and pushing inside slick and easy. "ohhhhh-"

"you're so good." art sounds agonized. his fingers dig into your hips as he starts to thrust - smacking his hips into your ass - quick, hard pounds of his cock. he really fucking - "needed this." he groans. "needed your - fucking tight little pussy. always fucking need it-"

the pain of the counter digging into your hips just adds to the pleasure somehow. feeling completely pinned on arts cock, forced to take what you're given as he takes what he needs from your body. your warm tight body.

"its yours." you moan, soft and worshipful. "whenever you want it - its yours -"

arts teeth are sharp as they dig into the back of your neck. you think briefly of a rabbit caught in the jaws of a predator - your heart beating rapidly as you're held in place - art groans into your flesh like hes wounded. wet slaps filling the kitchen as he fucks you harder.

you tighten around him. know soon he'll be filling you up, pumping you full. you hope dinner will be salvageable. you dont think you give a fuck, though.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Ensnared in lies. // Cult Leader!Bsf!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader || MODERN AU.

Summary: Returning to your old town after many years to settle down posed many difficulties, luckily your childhood best friend was willing to help you out, surely he doesn't have any ulterior motives, right?

WARNINGS: dubcon, cult, narcissism, brainwashed neighborhood, coercion, somnophilia(?), unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, body worshipping, cunnilingus, brainwashing(?), gaslighting, manipulation, extremely gullible reader, unknowingly being involved with a cult, yandere!aemond(?), + plus not proof read, lmk if there's anymore warnings I should add.

WC: 7.3k

A/N: I finally go to finish this, it's insane how long it took. // divider creds to @cafekitsune

You rolled down your window as you drove your car, allowing the breeze to hit you gently and flow through your hair, the smell of fresh air was something you weren't used to since you had lived in the city for a few years— having gotten to the pollution there, you had forgotten that air could even be this fresh.

Moving places was a hassle, especially from the city to a town, but it did not matter to you since you had told yourself that you'd come back here no matter what, after all it was your childhood town, where you grew up in.

As you drove, the town's sept came into view, and the moment you glanced at it, the sept made you feel an overwhelming amount of nostalgia, remembering how you and your childhood best friend would sneak off the Sunday preachings to play in the fields. They were fun memories.

But for an odd reason, you felt a sense of deep dread along with the feelings of nostalgia, you felt your gut wrench as you passed by it, the big seven pointed star loomed eerily, making shivers run down your spine.

You shrugged it off and stepped on the accelerator, speeding past it, the blanket of dread, which the sept engulfed you in, was lifted the moment the towns houses came into view, their architecture had developed but still remained their original structure, you felt nostalgic once again, memories springing up in your mind.

You quickly drove to the house you grew up in, parking the car in the front of it before getting out, the house had been abandoned for a few years after you and your parents had moved out of the town, it looked shabby, spider webs decorating the corners, you pulled the key out of your pocket before pushing the fence gate open and moving towards the door.

The door handle was rusted, and the key didn't fit into the hole at first, but you somehow managed to push it inside and twisted as much as you could, the noise of metal clunking against each other as you desperately tried to get it open, and by pure luck, it opened.

The door creaked open, revealing the insides of the house, it was empty, and you stepped inside — immediately coughing because of the dust particles in the air, the floor was covered in dust, abandoned spider webs clung onto the walls. You walked further inside, the sound of your boots echoing through the empty house, your feet took you to your childhood bedroom, which you opened to see if it was the same.

Of course it was, the walls were painted your favourite colour at that time, you giggled as you thought of a funny memory, when you had thrown a tantrum and asked your parents to get it painted because your best friend had his room painted too.

Ah yes, your best friend.

You wondered if he still lived here, though knowing him, he probably did. You both had kept in touch from time to time but never really went into details of your life, however he was still a main part of your life, after all, you spent most of your childhood with him, doing random stuff and messing around like kids and teenagers did.

The thought of him brought a smile to your face.

You continue to take in the sight of your bedroom, stepping inside to further examine the room, to check if it needs any cleaning, You go to the window before looking outside and then something catches your eye.

It was nothing out of the ordinary, just another spider web, weaved outside of it, unlike all the spider webs you came across in this house, it wasn't abandoned. A spider crawled on it, still seemed as if it was weaving it carefully, placing every microfiber in its place whilst moving to the centre, you watched as the silk came out of its spinnerets, awed by the process of how it made its web, with so much precision.

Just then, you spotted a butterfly making its way towards it, you furrowed your eyebrows, wondering if the butterfly knew that it was making its way towards its own trap, but you couldn't do anything except watch.

And alas, the butterfly got caught in the web, its wings sticking to the silks as it struggled to get out, ruining the web in process but the more it struggled, the more the web stuck to its wings, weighing it down further, the spider seemed to be watching ominously as the butterfly struggled, and then, it attacked.

It jumped on the butterfly, and you sighed heavily, knowing it was a lost battle for the butterfly, you had hoped it would escape but it didn't, the spider had already caught it, you watched as the butterfly eventually stopped struggling, indicating that it has met its own death.

You looked at it in horror before shaking your head and making your way out of your bedroom, mind still on the incident you had witnessed, trying to understand why it would ever willingly fly into the trap?

‘Perhaps it didn't see the trap’ is the reason you came up with, which made more sense, ‘What a naive creature’ you thought as you walked into the middle of the living room.

Just then your phone starts ringing, you smile when you read the name and immediately answer the call.

“Hello? Y/N? Is it actually true?” the voice on the other line questioned and you cheekily giggled before answering, “Yes Aemond!” You replied enthusiastically.

You had texted Aemond that you were moving back into town right before you reached.

It wasn't too long before Aemond reached your house, your guess was correct, he still lived here, you waited outside by your car patiently for him, scrolling through your phone when you heard the wheels of a vehicle squeaking as it stopped, you lifted your head up to take a look.

The car door opened and a familiar figure stepped out, you couldn't control the amount of happiness you felt when you finally saw him, your best friend. He had matured quite a lot, his hair grew in length, his features became more sharper as the baby fat was lost with age, and what you found surprising was that he now seemed to have stopped wearing that eyepatch.

You remembered how insecure he was about it, he lost it in a mishap that involved his nephews and was very insecure since then, yet now he doesn't seem so insecure anymore, in fact, you took note of the sapphire placed in the empty socket of his eye.

He shut the car door and made his way to you, and you immediately pounced on him, making him stumble back a little bit as you hugged him tightly, his hands rested gently on the back of your waist and he let you hug him, “Oh gods Aemond, I missed you so much! You've changed a lot.” You exclaim to which he gives you a small smile, “You too.” He replies, alluding to the fact that you have also changed.

You pulled back and gave him a big smile.

You expected him to let go of you, but he didn't, his grip on your waist tightened and he pulled you into for another hug again, this time, he bent down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, you didn't think much of it, and instead caressed his hair in a comforting way.

He lets go after a minute or two, before smiling at you, and then addressing the situation at hand, “You moved back here? So suddenly?” He asks you, and you nod, “It wasn't sudden, I had always said that I'd come back.” You shrugged and he nodded, then he looked behind you, spotting your house, and furrowed his brows, “You'll be staying there? That place has not been touched in years.” He questions and you turn back to look at it.

“There's nothing I can do about it, I'm gonna clean it up as much as I can and sleep on the floor until my furniture from the city arrives here, they said that it will take time, about a week or so, because my decision was last minute, I haven't booked them in advance.” You explain your situation and he raises an eyebrow, “No.” He simply asserts and you stare at him in confusion.

“I cannot allow it, how about you stay over at my place until your house is all cleaned up and ready to be moved in?” He suggests and you pout, “I don't want to be a burden to you.” You mutter.

You are taken aback when he grabs your sides and pulls you close, “You are never a burden to me, Y/N.” He tells you and you chuckle awkwardly at the weird situation but you agree nonetheless, “—Oh I forgot to tell you, my boyfriend will also be moving here.” You tell him.

“Boyfriend?” He questions, through gritted teeth, and you nod, oblivious to the emotions he's feeling, “Can he stay over too?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him, and he swallows thickly, expression darkening before he agrees.

“Thank you Aem! But on the other hand, I guess I'll be busy for this entire week, trying to clean up the house.” You sigh, wincing at the thought of cleaning everything, and the renovations you'll have to make, which will also cost money.

“No need, I know a few people… who will be more than willing to help with it, I'd only have to ask them.” He tells you and you furrow your brows, “Wouldn't that be burderning them? Is that alright?” You question and he shakes his head, “Of course it's alright, they are obligated to.” He states and you are even more confused but Aemond quickly switches up the topic and asks you if you want to go to his house now, and you nod.

“Sure, let me lock the house up real quick.” You tell him and you go to the front door, shutting it and locking it. Of course, you struggled because the lock was bad as before but still managed to lock it.

“We can go now.” You say, getting into your car but Aemond tuts, which makes you halt, “Why bother taking two cars there? Just leave yours here, I'll drive you there.” He suggests and you were about to protest but immediately stopped the moment you realise how it wasn't a suggestion, but rather a statement.

So you agree, he's your best friend after all, someone you can blindly trust, he's extremely trustworthy.

And so, you get into the passenger seat and watch Aemond get into the driver's seat and start the engine, he steps on the accelerator, moving the car forward slowly. You stare out of the window as he turns around the corner.

Your eyes spot the same web from earlier, still the same as the spider feasts on the remains of the butterfly in its trap, a sense of dread forming in the pit of your stomach; but just then you feel Aemond place his hand on your thigh and you turn your head to him, “You're nervous.” He comments and you didn't notice but you looked down, to see your own leg bouncing up and down, so you try to stop it but you can't.

Aemond rubs up and down your thigh reassuringly, trying to provide you with comfort, you should tell him to take his hand away, cause it wasn't appropriate but you don't, because it actually made you calm down, something about his touch was strangely soothing.

So you remained quiet.

You both reach his home in twenty minutes, you open the car door and step outside, taking in the view of his house, “Still the same as ever huh?” You question, the house had remained the same even after all those years, Aemond hums in response.

“Where is your family?” You enquire when you step inside, finding the house empty, with no other human presence, “They moved out, they wanted me to come too, but I refused.” He answers your question curtly and you nod in understanding.

Your phone rings with a notification and you open it to see a text from your boyfriend; ‘i’ll be there by tomorrow’ it reads and you smile widely, immediately telling Aemond about it and he gives you a tight lipped smile before rolling his eye when you face away from him.

“You can use the room located down the hallway—” He points to the door “—all essentials should be there since it is Helaena's room.”

You thank him quickly before carrying your luggage towards the room, immediately plopping onto the bed and staring at the ceiling for a while, minding rewinding through the events of today, the sept, the spider and everything, you yawned, shaking those thoughts off and drifting slowly into slumber.

Aemond stood in the living room, tapping his foot anxiously against the floor as he dialled a number, each ring making him impatient, but the call was quickly answered and Aemond breathed heavily, “Hello? Floris?” He checks for the person on the other line, “Yes sir?” She replies, “I need you to do something.” He begins to explain his predicaments.

After his call with Floris, he makes his way over to Helaena's room and checks in on you, noticing your sleeping form, you were laying on your back, his eye softens at your peaceful expression as soft snores left you, he made his way inside the room, before standing right in front of you, hand steadily raising up to caress your cheek.

His thumb brushes over your cheek, before it outlines the bridge of your nose to your lips, slowly making its way down to your chin, he shifts in his place, mind racing with many thoughts of kissing you and wondering if he should fully commit to it.

And so he does, leaning over and kissing your lips as his hand cups your breast, he stops for a moment when he hears you whine, thinking you woke up, but you didn't, you instead turn to the side, exposing more of your neck, which Aemond, in his fucked up mind, takes it as invitation to leave kisses on it.

He slowly lifts your shirt up, revealing your flesh which makes the cock in his pants begin to stir as he feels a wave of sick arousal. He pulls your shirt up further, your tits beginning to get exposed, he pulls your bra down, fully freeing them.

He licks his lip before leaning, taking one breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it before suckling on your nipple, his hands begin to undo his pants, quickly pushing his underwear aside and grabbing a hold of it, before stroking it up and down.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't help himself, maybe you'd actually sleep with him if you're convinced enough, but he feels that your mentality isn't that easy to break, because he knew you from your childhood, you always stuck to your own beliefs and did not let anyone sway you.

He could have you under his fingertips if he tries, but you were smart.

Too smart.

You'd figure out what he was trying to do immediately.

So he needs to break you first.

Make you completely rely on him, make you feel like he is your one and only salvation, and only then can he finally achieve what he wants.

He's upset over the fact that you have a boyfriend, — a hindrance, he deems — didn't you promise to marry him after twenty five? He sighs, he was waiting for you all these years, yet when you come back, you're in a relationship? He saw you as a traitor.

However, that was far from the truth, You never really promised him anything, the pact that was made had a condition, you and Aemond would marry each other if you didn't find a right partner by twenty five, which Aemond twisted in his own favour to justify his actions, a delusion that he believes to be his truth.

His tongue flicks up and down your bud, sucking noises echoing through the room as he stroked his cock even fast, he lets go of your breast with a wet pop before he completely pulled his pants down and straddled your face, so his cock was directly above your chest and his tip ghosting over your lips.

He taps it against your lips, once, twice, and thrice, grunting at the feeling of your soft lips, he sighs heavily, speeding up the pace of his hand, imagining how your mouth would feel. Would you kiss the tip before taking him whole? Would you tease him? He knew you would, you were a cheeky little thing after all, and soon enough; before he can process it— he is spurting his cum all over your pretty face. He guides his cock and presses the tip to your lips, so his essence oozes onto it too.

He breathes heavily, taking in the sight of your face covered with his cum, still sleeping soundly, he searches for his phone, opening the camera and quickly taking a picture of you in this state, keeping it for later, and now, he's cleaning you up, pushing your bra back on your again, pulling down your shirt and wiping your face with the sleeve of his hand, you furrow your brows and he immediately gets off you, heart beating fast as you blink your eyes open, adjusting to the view in front of you.

“Aemond?” You question groggily, “Sorry, did I wake you?” He apologises and you hum, “Why are you here?” You ask, confused, “I just wanted to ask what you wanted for dinner, but then I realised you were sleeping, so I was about to leave just now.”

Those lies leave him naturally. You hum again, stretching in the bed before shifting positions, laying on your stomach this time. “So?” He asks, referring to his earlier question, “I'll eat anything, you're a good cook Aemond.” you give him a sweet smile and he smiles back, nodding before going out of the room. You fall back asleep, not suspecting Aemond of anything.

He walks out into the kitchen, sighing relief that he did not get caught, he isn't the type to be impulsive like this, he's much more calculative yet his desire was too strong to resist, but in the end; you did not suspect him of anything. Which he is thankful for. He opens his phone to take a look at the picture he took before smiling to himself.

Maybe you wouldn't be so easy to fool after all.

Aemond hates your boyfriend.

He hates the way he makes you laugh, the way you giggle at his unfunny jokes pisses him off, he didn't know why he even agreed to let your boyfriend stay here, he was extremely annoyed, yet he did not show it.

But he knew he shouldn't be worried, after all, his plan was now set in motion with the arrival of your boyfriend in town, he had asked one of his devout followers to seduce your boyfriend, which will be set in motion once he goes out alone.

It's like the gods were listening to him, after all, whatever he wished for came true, or maybe he was the god himself, somehow making miracles like this happening.

Your boyfriend had gone out to take a look at your old house, you didn't go with him because your periods decided to hit you right on that day, Aemond took great care of you, letting you lay down all day, and pampering you with kindness.

Over the course of the week, your boyfriend would go out on the excuse of looking at the house, you believed him that he was just doing only that, but his returns became late, and often so, he smelled like a woman's perfume. Aemond was disgusted by him, sure he had set up the plan but the fact that it took your boyfriend barely two meetings with Floris to begin to fall for her showed his wavering loyalty.

You didn't suspect him, which made Aemond scoff, realising that you're way too trusting and he had to take matters into his own hand.

He came back one day from ‘work’ which you still had no idea on what he did and told you that he spotted your boyfriend with a woman. You raised your eyebrow.

“Are you sure you aren't mistaken?” You ask him, “I knew you'd ask that, so I took a picture to prove it.” He shows you the picture and you are shocked, it was a picture of your boyfriend close to a woman, and it looked quite intimate.

Your eyes begin to tear up, “Surely it's nothing right? I mean, he probably got close to her to say something maybe? Right, Aemond? He wouldn't betray me like that right—?” Your voice begins to crack and your eyes frantically search for reassurance in Aemond's eye, but he just swallows thickly and looks down, and that's when you break down.

Legs giving out as you crumble to the floor, feeling your world shatter, Aemond is quick to react, trying to raise you back up but you wouldn't budge so kneels beside you as well, “I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have revealed that.” He mutters and you look at him before shaking your head, “No no no, it isn't your fault Aemond, I just— I just didn't think he'd be willing to throw away our relationship of 2 years.” You cover your face as tears begin to stream down your cheeks.

Aemond spreads his arms as if he's about to hug you, but he hesitates, not sure if you want to be hugged, but you lean into his chest for comfort and he immediately wraps his arms around you protectively. He rubs your shoulders as you cry your heart out to him, tears and snot staining his shirt, but he doesn't say anything.

A few moments later you calm down, and stare at Aemond, “What do I do now?” You ask him, eyes void of any light, and he wants to smirk but he can't, knowing that he has you where he wants, you to depend on him, it may just be a momentary dependence but he'll make it permanent soon.

“Leave him.” He says sternly and you nod, “He doesn't deserve you, you're such an amazing person, I cannot believe how he can leave you for another woman, who isn't isn't half as amazing as you.” He adds, and you nod once again, “You're right Aemond, I should leave him.” You tell him and get up off the floor, going to your room and thrashing around, separating your boyfriend's things from yours and throwing them in the living room.

Aemond smirks when you face away from him.

He's finally achieving what he wants.

The moment your boyfriend returns home, you begin screaming at him, telling him to get out and he argues back as well, before finally admitting that he cheated and apologising for it. Aemond was worried that you'd accept the apology, but you didn't and scoffed instead, slapping your now ex boyfriend across the face and throwing his things out and shutting the door in his face.

You rolled your eyes when he began yelling at you, calling you derogatory names but you ignored him, and Aemond sent a quick text to someone regarding your boyfriend.

You expected your boyfriend to still be there outside in the morning, but he isn't there anymore, he vanished. You didn't know why you hoped to see him there, but you were more relieved that he wasn't there.

Aemond was making breakfast and you decided to help him with it by preparing coffee for both of you and setting it down on the table, he places your plate in front of you and you thank him before he sits opposite to you, you stare off into the distance as you mindlessly chew.

“So what are you planning to do now?” He queries and you snap out of your daze to answer, “I don't know, I'll still probably live here, just not with a partner I guess.” You reply and he hums, “You can stay at my house as long as you want.” He interjects and you are about to protest but Aemond grabs your hand, thumb caressing your knuckles. You stare into his eye.

“Only for a few more days, to get your mind off, you know— I know you'll overthink when you're isolated, you always do.” He expresses his concern for you and you think for a moment, knowing that he is right. You sigh heavily before agreeing that you'd stay with him for a few more days.

Except it won't only be a few days.

Do you know how spiders devour their prey once it's trapped? Sinking their claws into their prey before injecting venom which destroys the prey from the inside and then; its ready to be devoured. Just like a spider; Aemond slowly injected his venom into you, manipulating you ever so slightly, till you are completely broken on the inside and dependent on him, he would play mind games with you, often talk to you about his beliefs— no, goad you into his beliefs.

You were left vulnerable after that incident, and Aemond had convinced you to join a ‘community’ where everyone gets together to help each other out and live in harmony, he talked about all the benefits of it, and at first you were reluctant, he knew you'd be, but at the end, you were convinced.

He was happy, telling you all the positive things about joining the said ‘community’, how the people were so welcoming and friendly, he said they all gather around the town’s sept every Sunday to pray, he tells you how most of the neighbours are in that community, they're selfless and kind.

He was making it seep into your brain.

Then he reveals that it's run by him.

Maybe he should've mentioned that earlier, because you looked at him shocked and you smiled, “It's run by you? Then I have no issue joining it! I was reluctant but for an odd reason, but knowing that it's run by you makes it more comforting.” You tell him and he smirks, knowing he had achieved his goal.

Well only half of it.

Aemond had a vision since he was young, to change the world for the better, he knew the world he lived in was beyond repair and so he decided to turn to the faith of the seven to find hope in religion, then, he had read about the ‘messengers’ of the gods, who are blessed by them.

Aemond believed himself to be one of them.

He did everything in the name of the seven, he just acted as a messenger, or so he thought himself.

Anyone one with common sense could that this community is clearly a cult, with its leader being Aemond, it wasn't a protestant group of the faith of the seven, no, it was entirely different, his community commits sin that the gods are against, incest, polygamy, etc yet Aemond doesn't think so. He believes that by committing these sins, they are repenting.

A flawed logic.

Aemond would often torture the community members who misbehaved, those who dared question his methods had their tongues cut off, and those that spread rumours that he was sleeping around with the cult women for pleasure was found and brutally tortured for hours on the end, he was more offended that they had claimed that he was doing it for ‘pleasure’ when in reality, he believes it to be a way of repenting. He never denied the accusations of sleeping with other women.

Amidst all of this he had almost forgotten about you.

Almost.

How can he ever forget you? His first love, the one that stayed together with him for a long time, helping him with everything. You were his star. A star that shone brightly, a star that he promised to seize.

And he had almost achieved that.

He just needed to push more, until you're finally his, he'll prove to you why you don't need anyone else, and neither does he, you'll be the goddess of the community, he will make sure everyone treats you with utmost respect.

It all started off slow, Aemond had introduced you to one of the members, who was very warm and cheerful which made you feel welcomed and you immediately began getting along with everyone slowly.

Aemond would introduce more and more people, and since then you started to wonder how many people are actually in the said community, the strength likely being in four digits.

You had tried to move out several times, but Aemond always had an excuse to make you stay, sometimes he'd fake being sick, and other times he'd guilt trip you — without you realising of course. So you stayed, a week turned into a month, and a month turned into two. Eventually you forgot all about moving out together and lived with Aemond.

You'd often cook dinner for him when he was out, coming back home late night, one time he had come back with a splash on blood on his clothes and you were worried for him, thinking he got hurt but he told you it was nothing and that he just helped a hurt animal on the road that was bleeding which got unto his shirt.

That was a far fetched lie.

He murdered your boyfriend that night.

After days, no, weeks of torturing him.

But you were none the wiser.

He'd make sure you'd never find out about his cruel side, he'd hope so that he doesn't have to act that way to get you to behave, after all he'd hate wanting to hurt someone he cherishes.

So he shows you all the love in the world, slowly indoctrinating you with his words that were sweet and having you falling for him, they weren't lies, but the tone was manipulative, he'd convince you sometimes that you need no one other than him, and you'd disagree at first but then you slowly began to agree, because you truly did feel that way.

The two of you got closer as time passed on, and Aemond had fully started to invade your personal space now, touching you for longer moments, hugging you from behind while you cooked, kissing your neck, while he fondled the flesh of your stomach and slowly tracing it up towards your breasts.

You didn't say anything about it, but you just leaned into his touch, it was comforting, warm and euphoric, so you didn't mind it. There was a blaring alarm at the back of your mind that tried warning you about everything that was occurring, but you didn't realise what it was warning you about.

And soon your twenty fifth birthday passed by, it was celebrated grandly, with the community members, everything seemed so fun.

A week had passed since then; life didn't change much except for the tension between you and Aemond increasing day by day, he especially seemed on edge ever since you turned twenty five. It seemed like a normal day, Aemond had gone out and returned, while you prepared a meal for the both of you.

He helped you set down the dishes on the table, and you thanked him for it. The food was burning hot, so you both decided to let it cool down a little before eating.

“There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about since your birthday…” Aemond is the first one to speak and you hum in question, “Do you remember the promise we made?” He asks and you furrow your eyebrows; trying to remember, and then it clicks.

“Ah yes! The promise about marrying each other if we don't have a partner after twenty five right?” You ask and he nods, “That was so silly, we were just kids!” You chuckle, “What?” His tone dropped an octave and the atmosphere suddenly turned ominous, “I mean—”

“So you're a liar.” He interrupts you, “You don't keep your promises.” He continues, “No Aemond- I did not mean-” “Shut up.” He grits his teeth and you immediately do.

“The conditions fit, do they not? What is so silly about it?” He gets up, chair screeching against the floor, he grabs your wrist and pulls you up too. “Aemond— marriage is a lot.” You try to be sensible, but he just furrowed his brows in anger, “Do you not feel anything between us? Do you not love me?” He asks, his eye frantically searching for an answer in yours, “Aemond, I do love you, but marriage is a lot.” You confess, looking directly at him.

You haven't fully broken down yet.

Your defiance tells him that.

The submissiveness that he once tried indoctrinating into you was gone in mere moments at the mention of marriage.

You were talking back to him.

“Marriage is a union of souls, if you love me, why do you not accept it?” He questions, his grip on your wrist tightening, You remain silent feeling a sense of doom in your gut, you did not want to disappoint Aemond.

Conflicted feelings arise in you, your rationality fighting against your own thoughts, Aemond can see it, “Y/N, I love you so much, I want you to marry me.” He says softly, voice laced with honey, you look him in the eye. ‘Maybe marriage to him isn't that bad, I love him too.’ you think, something about the eye contact was so intimate and hypnotising to the point that the voice screaming no in the back of your mind had begun to fade and soon disappeared.

His face softens when you look away, knowing he has you where he wanted, “Y/N?” He mutters and you do not respond, lost in your own thoughts. You felt as if your rational thoughts had been drained from you, and before you knew it, your brain had already made the decision.

“I will marry you, Aemond.” you reply.

Aemond wanted to jump in ecstasy, everything he ever wanted was right in his hands, the cult, the people, the power and now, you. He couldn't contain his joy and hugged you tightly, face buried in the crook of your neck, the scent of the fresh shampoo in your hair was subtle but it drove him insane, combined with the smell of soap on your skin.

You hugged him back, kissing his shoulder.

Something in this feels very wrong, yet you cannot put your finger on it, the rational voice has been drowned out from your thoughts, your skin feels prickly, your gut was warning you about something you cannot understand, because on the surface you don't notice anything wrong.

Aemond's hands trail up your back with carefulness, his fingers drew patterns as he pulled you closer into the hug wanting you impossibly close to him, he tried so hard to maintain his calm demeanour but it was difficult.

Because his prey is finally caught now.

The venom he injected into you worked, you weren't resisting anymore.

He could finally feast on you now.

He pulls away from the hug to stare into your eye before he tilts his head to connect your lips with his, he licks the bottom of your lip before capturing them fully, you take a deep breath of air before you lean into the kiss, arms circling around his shoulders, connected at the back of his neck.

His left hand holds the back of your head, pushing you further into the kiss while his free hand moves towards your breast, giving it a slight squeeze.

He plays with the nipple through the fabric with his thumb, his touch was electrifying, shooting current up your spine everytime he grazes his thumb against your nipple.

His hand leaves your breast resting on your waist instead, pulling your body close to his and holding you tightly.

He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth as he stared at you with hunger before he let it go gently, you breathed heavily, staring at him intensely, waiting for his next action.

He immediately pushed you against the table, lifting you up and placing you on it, he wasted no time in kneeling in between your legs while spreading them wide. He pushed your skirt upwards and hooked his fingers under the band of your panty before pulling them.

You watched in anticipation as he completely took them off before he positioned himself properly once again, he teased you, peppering kisses on your thighs and giving kisses to your intimate flesh.

You caressed his hair gently and it drove him insane; so he wasted no time and immediately latched himself on your bud, which made you gasp at the sudden movement.

Your grip on his hair only tightened further when you felt him swipe his tongue through your folds, lapping at them like a thirsty man, you couldn't help but grind yourself against his mouth, his hands were wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you.

“O-oh Aemond.” You moaned, face distorted with pleasure when you felt him bite your clitoris before licking it as a way to soothe it, his tongue soon prodded at the entrance of your cunt, licking up all the juices your cunt wept.

He flicked his tongue against your clit, nibbling on it slowly, taking his own time savouring his sweet, he licked and licked and still couldn't get enough, he felt like he was in heaven.

He pulled away to get some air and in that moment you caught a glimpse of his wet lips, covered in your juices, which made you clench around nothing, making you even more hot. You pulled his face into your cunt which he didn't protest against, taking your bud into his mouth once again.

You felt tingly all over your body and you knew your orgasm was approaching soon, so you began to hump his face desperately, gripping his hair tighter and moving your hips up and down.

You moaned in pleasure when you felt your high hit, your body trembled from overwhelming surge of pleasure.

You breathed heavily, panting and gasping for air as Aemond slowly let go with his lips glossed with your essence, he licked his lip wanting to taste you more and you blushed at the sight.

Aemond stared at you from below as you gave him a gentle smile, and he realised one thing.

He had never knelt for anyone.

Yet he's kneeling for you now.

And it doesn't bother him, he wants to serve you, as his everything but he also wants to keep you in control, and he shall do exactly that.

He immediately got up, and picked you up, carrying you towards his bedroom, his dick was throbbing in his pants, he opened the door quickly, kicking it shut with his feet and throwing you on the bed.

He took his shirt off; wasting no time, and immediately worked on pulling off his pants, he pushed them down and stepped out of them, leaving him fully naked while you removed your own clothes.

He pounced on you like an animal in head, holding your legs together up in the air and lining his cock up against your entrance, you groaned when you felt him enter you.

Feeling every little inch of him occupy you from the inside, you placed both your legs on his shoulders as he thrusted forward slowly.

He was visibly shaking, trying to not to be rough with you, he wanted to let go of himself fully and fuck you senseless, yet he retained himself, trying to stay calm as to not scare you off.

You involuntarily clench around him— which makes him lose the control he had on himself, the way your gummy walls felt around his shaft made him feral, and so he tightened his grip on your legs and immediately began ramming himself into you.

He thrusted ferociously, growling like a beast in heat with every movement, his hair growing messier and sweatier as he stared down at you, your body moved up and down the bed at the speed he was plunging himself into you, making the bed shake and creak.

You arched your back in pleasure when felt his tip kiss the sweet spot inside you, hands gripping the sheets below tightly. Your moans couldn't help but get louder and louder.

Your mind became hazy as you slurred out words, “H-harder, Aemond please..” you let out, wanting him to get even more rough on you, you were enjoying his cruelty which made him even more ecstatic.

He obeyed you, giving you what you wanted, you threw your head back against the bed, feeling him go faster, mind spinning with pleasure as his cock is making you feel unbelievably full.

Aemond could feel that he was close to his release, his abdominal muscles clenched in preparation for his orgasm but he did not want to finish before you do, so his hand travelled to your clit and rubbed fast circled onto it.

You whined at the combined pleasure and choked on your own words when you felt your orgasm hit you suddenly— the band in your abdomen snapping harshly, you let out a scream-like moan as your juices gushed down your thighs.

Aemond smirked at the sight, and picked up his pace, “I'm gonna cum inside you okay?” He tells you and you look at him, vision hazy, “But-” You couldn't finish your sentence as he had already cum inside you, shooting his load inside your cunt, painting your gummy walls white.

“Fuck oh fuck—” he slowly rides his orgasm out, “Can't wait to see you carrying my children around.” He rambles, and you stay silent, “Look at me.” You look at him, “You're gonna be the best mother, the mother of my children, aren't you excited?” He asks and you don't have time to think when your head moves by itself, you give him an eager nod.

“Yes Aemond, I am.” You were speaking, yet it didn't feel like you.

“Good girl.” Yet that one compliment made you giddy with excitement, so you pulled him into a kiss, dropping your legs off his shoulders.

“I can't believe this.” He starts

“Believe what?” You question.

“That I have everything I've ever dreamed of, especially you.” He kisses your forehead, and you smile. “Of course.” you reply.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, Aemond has completely infiltrated your brain, and at the wedding altar, the entire community cheered as you exchanged your vows, Aemond smiled mischievously, knowing you are his forever now.

He announced you as his ‘Queen’ and ‘Goddess’ which had everyone worshipping you. You would've found this odd had it been your old self, but you got accustomed to it, believing it to be normal, yet ignorant to your mental state.

But you had no time to ponder as you felt the babe in your belly kick which filled you with happiness, you grabbed Aemond's hand immediately which caught him off guard and placed it on your belly.

His face held confusion up until he felt the baby inside you kick again which made his eye widen and lips spread into a smile, he pulled you into a hug.

Your life was good and domestic or so you continue to believe. Unaware of what you're truly involved with. Yet Aemond never cared to reveal the truth to you.

As he believes ‘ignorance is bliss’

— !  ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

[keerysfreckles]

Lando request, maybe something like Lando taking care about his overworked girlfriend, maybe she has lost some weight and has a headache every single day because of it and he is telling her to relax and taking care of her

just love — LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: lando comes home to his girlfriend pushing herself to her limit.

warnings: none! pure lando fluff! (not proofread)

a/n: one day closer to race weekend we cheer ‼️

masterlist !

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lando loved traveling.

he loved seeing new views, and going to remembered cities. he was grateful during race weeks, meaning he got to jump on a plane to another destination almost every week.

however as much as the brit loves flying over the clouds to another country for the weekend, he wanted nothing more but to be home with his girlfriend in monaco.

he had gotten fewer texts and calls from her in the past two weeks he was gone. he was busy with a double header, and she was busy herself.

what lando didn't know was y/n was pushing herself. she was more than determined to finish her final year of college with a bang. even if that bang included her to drain herself, physically, emotionally and mentally.

she kept telling herself that if she got her work done sooner, it'd be a bigger reward.

the only problem with her plan, was the work was taking much longer to finish than she had anticipated. which explains why she's been attached to her computer for almost every hour of the day, barely looking away to eat and sleep.

lando came home to a dark apartment. not surprising considering it's almost one in the morning in monaco.

he left his bags by the door, deciding to deal with it in the morning when he could be louder without bothering y/n.

what lando wasn't prepared for, was seeing his girlfriend awake in their room. her computer in her lap with one of lando's hoodies covering her torso.

"baby?"

y/n jumped in her spot. lando's heart broke once they made eye contact. his eyes met her bloodshot ones, containing dark circles underneath.

he walks to the bed to sit on the edge, his hand caressing her knee. "what on earth are you still doing up?" he peaks at the computer, seeing many tabs open, one of them being for her psychology class.

"i need to finish. there's only two weeks till finals for most of my classes, and if i don't finish the assignments then–"

"baby," lando cuts off his girlfriend's rambling, "you're going to get it all done. you are one of the smartest people i know. i just hate seeing you like this. you've over worked yourself, just like last year."

y/n takes in lando's words, knowing he has a point.

"you're almost done," lando takes the computer from her lap, checking the progress of her classes from another tab. "you're done for tonight, okay?"

y/n nods, "how was the race?"

"you didn't get to watch it? you always watch the races."

y/n looks down, fiddling with her fingers. "i haven't really put down the computer since you left."

lando simply leans forward to kiss y/n's temple.

"that's okay," he stands from the bed and walks toward the connected bathroom.

y/n's only more confused once she hears water running from the bathtub.

once lando appears back in the room, he holds out his hands to help y/n off the bed. when he wraps his arms around her for a much needed hug, he can't help but notice she's gotten smaller since he was last home.

his hoodie seemed more loose around her, and she felt thinner in his arms.

"have you been eating?"

"sometimes," y/n mumbles into lando's chest.

lando lets out a small sigh, disappointed that his girlfriend would chose her school work over keeping herself healthy.

"i started you a bath, you just get comfortable and i'll be there in a few," he kisses the top of her head before leaving the room.

y/n follows his directions, as she leaves her clothes in a pile before stepping into the bath. she can't help but giggle at the bubbles floating at the top, knowing lando decided a bubble bath was better than a regular one.

she leans against the cold tile of the bath, finally letting herself breathe. no school work in her face, no deadlines, no teachers screaming in her ears.

she needed this, and she could sadly admit that she'd never pause her studies to do this herself.

in the time it took for y/n to put her hair up in a ponytail, lando was back in the bathroom. he changed into a pair of swim shorts, and was carrying a long tray. one that was left to go onto the bathtub.

"i wasn't sure what you were in the mood for, so i kind of grabbed everything," lando explained while setting the tray in the middle of the tub, resting on tile.

"lan it's perfect," y/n's heart melts at the sight in front of her. there were bowls and plates filled with chocolate hershey kisses, sour patch kids, rolled up sliced of turkey and cheese, three mozzarella sticks, cheese balls and two wine glasses of what y/n guessed was fruit punch.

lando kisses the top of her head once again laughing as she dives into the childish feast in front of her.

"you can join me, y'know," y/n states.

lando mutters an excited yes before stepping in the opposite side of the tub. the two clinked their wine glasses of fruit punch together before making dents in plates of food.

"thank you honey," y/n smiles at lando, feeling more than grateful for what her boyfriend did.

"i love you," she states, a blush still manages to make it's way to lando's cheeks at her words.

"i love you more."

[moondirti]

i accidentally deleted the ask i received yesterday (like an idiot) so im dumping the rant i left underneath it for archival reasons

what i love most about big ugly brute simon is pairing him with girls who get a little too close. perhaps they catch him staring in public and smile politely, a little daunted but attributing what they can to innocent intent over malice. who treat him with basic decency, or perhaps extend a little extra kindness if they take the dead look in his eyes to be consequence of a rough day. the one's who hold doors open for him, or let him skip in line because he looks like he can really do with the coffee. the maybe he's just misunderstood, never judge a book by it's cover, treat others the way you want to be treated type.

kind, polite, genuinely good girls, who live life by the please and thank you handbook they were given in kindergarten, and were never taught when to keep it to themselves. well-meaning always, yet either foolish or curious when they give a beast the benefit of the doubt.

because while their courtesy is just that in the eyes of conventional society, it has an absolutely foul effect on one simon riley.

say it's because hardly anyone is ever keen on him. certainly not pretty birds, with pretty wrists, and pretty hair and clothes and easily corruptible smiles. at the first sign of warmth, he'll pounce. all animal, blinded hunger. cruel passion he knows you're not built to take, your heart pulpy like saccharine fruit. cruel passion that he will inflict anyway; trailing behind you all the way home, choreographing meetings, pushing your courtesy to its limits by being nothing but a rude brute. he bullies his way into your life, making a man-sized hole where he was uninvited (though he'll contest that. what does a smile mean if not lay over me and print yourself on my womb?). bullies you into submission, weaponising that tenderness to suit his real needs–

not coffee, or a good morning, or anything but a warm cunt and meal to come home to.

i don't think he'd ever ease up the intensity, either. even if you acquiesce or are flattered by the distasteful attention. though simon might soften up to you (in the only way he can: lending his ear while you talk about his day, or walking blocks in the rain to fetch takeout from that specific greek place you've been craving), he's still mean about it. presses you where you're weak, isolates you from your friends. hones derision when you continue to be just as amicable to everyone else. you must be asking for it, see, if you had been asking for it with him. is a big dick about it, callous and nasty as he can be – because you allow him to be, babbling tearful apologies into his chest instead of standing up for yourself.

doesn't believe any of it, of course. he knows you're too sweet for your own good. but he can't help but love seeing you get all desperate when you cry. makes his knees go weak. his head itch. you'll hold on to his arm – soft and wet and repentant, pure silk against his gnarled edges (a point people will always latch onto. how'd he land that? right minger he is) – until he growls something about making it up to him.

which you jump at. good, good, generous girl. will seat yourself, fine china between thighs that could crush you, and choke on his ruddy cock. maybe he holds you down on it, stuffs your nose onto the untamed mess of his pubes until your little legs kick for breath. or, maybe he'll lead you to down to fit your tongue in his ass, tugging himself over you until cum mats your hair. whatever the most vile, debased thing he can conceptualise at the moment is fair game. not necessarily because of the deed itself, but because he lives for nothing more than watching you do it despite not wanting to. to please him :(

sorry im a little crazy about this

[makethemhoesmad]

to you i can admit, that i’m just too soft

paige x reader

just smth cutie

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i jolt awake, something pulling me from what i thought had been a deep sleep. i roll over, hoping to tuck my face back into paige’s chest, but all i feel is cold sheets. i sit up, grabbing for my phone. before i can call her, i notice a text from over an hour ago, around midnight.

P💜

hey went 2 the gym 2 shoot be home later 

i’m not surprised that she did this, it happens a lot. recently though, it’s been happening even more than usual. knowing i won’t be able to fall back asleep, i call her. she picks up on the first ring, which is odd considering she’s supposed to be shooting.

“hey ma, i’m sorry you woke up. i’ll be home in an hour or two, so you should try and go back to sleep,” she says, before i can even start to talk.

“nah, i won’t be able to fall asleep. you should come home baby, i need you to sleep. i can rebound for you tomorrow morning?”

she huffs in a breath. 

“i’ll have to shower when i get home babe, it’ll take too long.” 

“why would you have to shower, i don’t mind if you’re a bit sweaty.”

she hesitates.

“i kinda, um, ran here? i don’t have my car.”

“i’ll be there in five,” i say, hanging up before she can argue.

-

when i pull up next to the practice gym, paige is already outside, pacing on the curb waiting for me. she jogs up to my car door and hops in. when i don’t immediately start the engine, she tilts her head at me questioningly. i reach over, taking her face in my hands and asking

“baby, be honest with me. why have you been going to the gym so much, and running there as well? you’re going to get too tired, and burn yourself out.” she blinks once, twice. then her lip starts to quiver and tears fill her eyes and before i can say or do anything, she’s climbing over the console to sit in my lap, squishing herself between the wheel and i, and starts sobbing. i rub her back, letting her soak my shirt through with tears.

“hey, hey, darling, it’s okay. just breath with me, alright? in and out, in and out.”

she looks up at me, tearfully.

“i- i don’t know why i keep coming here. i just wake up and i can’t sleep and i don’t want to wake you up and then i start thinking about the things that i don’t do perfectly, and then i start to shake and the only thing i can do it sprint to the gym and put up shot after shot so i can be good enough and now all i wanna do is go home and go to bed because im just so fucking tired.” 

at her last statement, she slides off of my lap, clutching one of my hands, allowing me to put the car in drive. sensing that she doesn’t really want to talk, i allow her to silently fidget with my fingers. with her tongue poked out between her teeth in concentration and tear stains on her face, she looks so devastatingly beautiful and innocent.

when we get back home, she drags me by the hand back to our bed, undressing us both down to nothing and pulling us down under the covers. she tucks her face into my chest, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing tight. i run my hands through her hair, feeling her yawn against me and cuddle in closer.

“paige, baby, you know that you’re perfect, right?” 

the only response i get is a tighter squeeze.

[b14augrana]

‘Kiss of Strife’

Football has always been your safe haven, but your home life gradually starts to manifest in different ways away from home, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your captain

Alexia Putellas x teen!reader

pt. 2 masterlist

Warnings: this story contains depictions of family issues associated with emotional unavailability and forms of abuse. please tap out if this content makes you uncomfortable and read at your own discretion

A/N: an alexia x teen!reader angst fic was requested so here it is!! i decided this will be multiple parts as well so i hope you enjoy this chapter and the rest of this little series

(i wrote this pretty late at night and it isnt proofread so please excuse any mistakes regarding the tense, grammar etcetc)

Everything is perfect.

You’re scoring goals for your club and bagging assists. Your name is no longer a strange string of consonants and vowels but a recognisable word within the community of Cataluña, and it is only because of an ambition you dedicated the rest of your life to pursuing.

That’s just in the face of football though.

At home, there is a drought. The four walls of a family house are meant to behave like a dam which stores love and affection in the place of water, but your house is devoid of that.

Your house fosters a bitterness that doesn’t go hand in hand with anything along the lines of love and affection. The drawings on the fridge, created by a 5-year-old you, have faded over time, the ink being nothing more than splotches in some areas — a testament to the lack of care and attention your efforts received.

Relationships are barely surviving on simple greetings and empty ‘I love yous’. You crave something that is dangerous to want, but in your heart burns a desire to get the hell out.

Your lullaby is the faint yelling from the living room as you shut your eyes and focus on the gradually increasing volume of both voices, contradicting each other and trying to stab each other with no blade.

Your little sister crawls into your bed, her body flush against yours, another little arm wrapped around hers. Beneath your covers, there is warmth. Beneath your grip, there is safety.

During the school holidays, a child is supposed to savour every waking moment they spend at home and appreciate every day of it. You find yourself asking God why that isn’t the case, as you walk to practise with your sister’s hand in yours.

She sits on the sidelines picking grass as you train with your teammates, dreading the inevitable passing of minutes as you practise skill after skill. When you retreat to the bench for a quick water break, she runs up to you, bunches of chamomiles clutched in her hands that she begs to insert between the weaving of your braid.

From the day of your first training with the team, Alexia was drawn to you. She blamed it on her captain instincts, seeing as you’re the youngest on the team and therefore has the most potential, but now it’s gone beyond her captaincy. She’s known you for months, almost a full year now. She isn’t just your captain anymore.

She isn’t aware of the reality of your home life beyond the telltale signs such as the slightly sunken skin below your eyes or the bruises that taint your skin and are allegedly caused by your ‘clumsiness’. She knows there is something more to the extra effort you constantly put into training and games — she doesn’t know yet that it’s the pent up anger, sadness and fear manifesting in more productive forms.

You pour your heart and soul into the movement of the ball, in hopes that you can pursue your dreams of running away from what is restricting you from pursuing even greater dreams, an actual dream.

School starts back up for your sister. Things have been looking up for you, a huge burden off your shoulders. The house hasn’t shaken with another argument for a while and for once you get to know what silence is while you sleep, really sleep.

With every passing day, you find your memories with your father to resemble a garden; you can’t have a garden without flowers, just like how you can’t have memories of him without doing anything with him. When you were young, your garden was comparable to a rainforest, a new species in every corner, a kaleidoscope of beauty..

Until there was no more new species to plant and nurture, and the ones that already existed were getting neglected because all that you receive when you look at them are sour memories of what once was — the gardener you used to be, how rich the soil was, how steadily the flowers grew and how proud you were of your garden.

Your garden is dead now. It has gotten to the point where he doesn’t care about planting new flowers or watering the plants that already exist, leaving them to die of thirst. He’s absent and his emotional unavailability killed your flowers.

The little girl in you that wanted nothing else but love from her parents, loved that garden with her whole heart. She would’ve done anything she could to plant one more flower, she would’ve used the last drop of water in a drought to water her plants.

Alexia noticed something different about you today. The way you bounced around rather than the usual trudge… you had actual, sleep-induced energy.

Your sister also isn't with you. Alexia later asks you about it while you two are getting water and she learns that your sister is at school, and there is a smile on your face that she didn’t even realise had been absent for days until she saw it again.

Alexia has always been nice to you. The others treat you like a teammate, but she treats you like a friend. It feels like a special privilege, knowing ‘La Reina’ personally. She’s obviously a pillar in women’s football but to you, she’s much more.

She harbours a soft spot for you in her heart that becomes evident when she asks you if you need a ride home, and who are you to turn down such an offer when the ache in your legs is close to becoming unbearable?

“You’re talented, chica,” the woman says as you slink into the passenger seat of her car. “I haven’t had the chance to say it, but there hasn’t been a player like you for quite a bit.”

Her praise is so much more than just a couple of words from your captain. Though you smile and say a shy thank you, your heart races because you’ve just been called talented by one of the best players in the world, and there is no feeling greater than that. It gives you a tiny sliver of hope for a brighter future than what you’re already living, and for a moment, escaping your four walls seems possible.

The joy you experienced during the whole car ride is short lived once her car pulls into your driveway. Perhaps she can see the way your expression drops and your demeanour falls, because her hand finds your shoulder and squeezes it in a way that comforts you. “Do you want me to walk you to the door?” she asks, and though you really wish she could, you shake your head for the better.

There’s a slight frown on her face before she nods and drops her hand. You think about the possibility of her knowing that there’s something going on behind the closed doors of your home, and a big part of you hopes so, but no words besides a ‘gracías’ and ‘adios’ manage to find their way out of your mouth despite the pleas for help and support bubbling in your throat as you shut the door of her car.

When you reach the patio, the door opens to bombard you with the raucous of an argument happening around the corner of the hallway.

Your limbs are barely functioning and your eyes are struggling to stay open which is an obvious sign of the exhaustion soaring through your body, hence why you skip right past seeing your parents and beeline towards your sister’s room.

For as long as you can remember, arguments have been a consistent part of evenings spent in your household. Sometimes violence finds itself becoming the last resort, leaving you stuck to bear the brunt of a heavy hand. It’s what happens when two sides of the same coin try to work out — two negatives can’t make a positive, it’s impossible for them to get along and there is never a last word. That’s the unfortunate reality of your parents’ relationship.

You sink into the soft mattress of your sister’s bed and beckon her from the desk to lay beside you. She flips her paper over and abandons the seat to run over to you, her little body falling into your embrace. When she asks you what they’re talking about this time, you tell your sister that they’re just having a little disagreement, and if she sleeps it off, it’ll go away. It’s a promise, you say, before you proceed to tell her all about your training and your teammates. It’s her favourite thing, and she says it’s better than a bedtime story.

In no time, little exhales slip past her mouth as her eyes flutter shut, and you roll her off your body, tucking her into the butterfly printed duvet. With tentative steps across the hardwood, you find yourself at her desk and your fingers ghost over the piece of paper as you squint to read it in the dimness of her nightlight.

‘Mi papá hermana guapa

My sister is strong. She plays fútbol and she is good at it. My sister takes care of me and takes me to her pracktise, I like going with my sister. She helps me sleep and when I am with my sister, I am not scared. I am proud of m–…’

And the rest trails off. The body remains incomplete, but there’s one last sentence at the bottom of the page.

‘Amo a mi hermana.’

You place it back on her desk as you fail to combat the tears flooding your waterline. ‘She must’ve been instructed to write a poem by her teacher… for Father’s Day’, you think to yourself. Turning away so you don’t ruin her writing with your tears, you wiped them with the back of your Barça jacket sleeve and flipped the page around before making a dead silent exit. The house was completely still beside the low noise of talking from the TV and light snoring.

Your tears are not because of happiness. No, they stream down your face because it’s then that you realise something, and it opens up a whole new portal of questions.

As the streak of silence is broken and you’re forced to fall asleep to the low humming noise from the living room and a restless mind, you wonder what twisted realm of anger and bitterness your father lives in that forbids him from showing the smallest signs of love to his kids.

But, you already know the answer to that question, deep down. Instead, you wonder if you’ll see Alexia tomorrow, stretching in her usual spot, and you wonder if she’ll look up and smile at you again and invite you over.

You hope that’s what will happen. You pray for it.

[babydipper]

“Hey, you!”

At first, Jason doesn’t turn. What are the chances that someone in the Crime Alley is calling out to him? Okay, fair, rather big, but usually it contains more slurs/threats and at least, his name, so he is fairly sure whoever is screaming their lungs out is doing just that.

“Hey, on the staircase, I am talking to you! It will take just a minute, I promise.”

Or maybe they are not. Finally, Jason turns to look down at his newest headache, swinging his feet. He hasn't got any chances to beat the shit out of anyone yet, so he dare says that this might be his one and not only occasion.

The person, a girl, if Jason was to take a guess, is standing under the fire escape, looking directly at him with her arms crossed. She doesn't seem particularly dangerous, but she also doesn't look particularly scared of him and it's Gotham and looks can be deceiving, so Jason stays where he's sitting and waits for the next developments. Maybe she will be his punching bag, after all.

“What's your name?” she shouts to him again. Well, it makes sense now that she doesn't look moved by him. She must be some fucked up college tourist if a backpack and her clothes tell him anything.

“Red Hood,” he decides to humour her because fuck him if that's not more entertaining than waiting for some dickheads to show up. A nice escape from getting rid of scum. Or a prologue to doing so.

He can't see that well from his beam, but she must roll her eyes before going, “Your real name. Don't you happen to be Todd maybe?”

Jason freezes for a millisecond, and then, “No.”

“The fuck you lying about?” she says, then covers her mouth right after, startled by herself, which is amusing. She has a weird accent, something from outside the state. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to. This is the longest week of my life, trust me, it means something, and I just really need to find this Todd guy and the only lead on him was you, apparently. I was told you are good at finding people, so if you are not Todd, please tell me you know something because, frankly, I will lose my mind soon.”

He jumps down in front of her, but she doesn’t even flinch. She’s tall, but not Jason-tall and from up close he can see deep bags under her eyes. “Sorry,” he says, “can’t do, can’t help. There’s probably a thousand guys named Todd in Gotham.”

“More. I checked.”

Jason raises his eyebrows under the mask. She is unbelievable. And slightly delusional. And desperate. A deadly combination in Gotham, truly. “Why are you looking for him anyway?”

“I owe him a favour.”

“You owe a favour to someone you don’t know?”

“Yes,” she doesn’t falter.

“Look, you are not from here, so I will go easy on you. I am Red Hood. I am a crime lord, not an errand boy. I don’t know shit about this Todd of yours, so admit your defeat and get back to whatever hole you’ve crawled from.”

“Sorry, can’t do,” she deadpans, parroting him. The look she gives him tells him she couldn’t even if she wanted to. “Thank you for your help, anyway. I won’t bother you anymore. Have a nice rest of the night.” Just like this, the tourist girl turns and walks away into the alley, unbothered by the darkness.

Jason closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, gathering the facts.

Firstly. The girl is from outside of Gotham and with Jason’s luck, most certainly looking for him, but that’s TBA.

Secondly. She doesn’t seem outwardly hostile or dangerous, but she has shown no signs of fear during the impromptu face-off with him, so there has to be something more to her, some sort of training or experience. She doesn’t seem like an assassin, but who knows these days?

Thirdly. She’s a girl wandering around Crime Alley alone in the dark.

Fourthly. Keep your friends close, but random girls who know your past self closer and all that.

With facts against his better judgment, Jason calls out after the girl, making her stop and turn under a streetlight, “Hey!” She tilts her head, encouraging him to talk. Her eyes reflect light weirdly. “Do you need a place to crash?”

[babbymochiiii]

🔞MASKED: LEE JENO

synopsis: you and your group of friends decided to go to your local scaring event to have a good time, but you ended up provoking one of the scare actors...what's going to happen to you? warnings: afab reader, no use of jeno's name because this is all in the reader's pov, first part is in reader's pov then switches to third person pov, mentions of how you would let a masked man have his way with you, dub-con, oral (m), hair pulling, strangers fucking each other, p in v, masked jeno, degrading, name calling (brat, slut), unprotected sex, jeno cums inside of reader x2, overstimulation f + m, not proof read. author's note: @rookthornesartistry for the divider! and @veriken for the gifs!!! i decided after about a month since the time stamp post being posted, to make a longer fic just because i need to get out of my writing slump, and yall seem to really love it so i thought why not add some more context on how jeno x reader happened! also…please ignore the fact that the middle photo is an actual scare event 💀 just wanted to get the vibes that’s all, in no way is hhn (halloween horror nights) mentioned in the fic! but enjoy my loves! OG POST HERE! word count: 2.2k

NOW PLAYING: JENNIFER'S BODY by PLVTINUM, CHRIS GREY, & DUTCH MELROSE

“Finally!” Your friend squealed in excitement as you guys walked through the gates of your local scaring event. “Been waiting for this since it ended last year.” She sighed in complete bliss as she placed her hands on her hips with a smirk, while looking around.

This causes you and your other friend to giggle at her excitement.

“So you’ve been waiting for a whole year again?” You teased as you linked your arms with hers.

“Duh! This shit is always the best thing that’s ever happened to this town.” She says as she takes hold of your other friend’s arm, making the three of you start walking more inside of the event.

“Clearly they got all the hotties working this season.” Your other friend giggled as she covered her mouth, trying to hide the growing smile on her face.

You looked around, and you gotta say…your friend was right. They really hired all the hotties this year. Men built like the gods walked around in their scare makeup, looking as part of this year’s theme. It was absolutely jaw dropping how hot they looked.

“We are sooo~ the problem.” Your friend in the middle said as she looked at the men walking around you guys scaring the other guests, with wide eyes.

“Hell yeah to that.” You whispered as you continued to look around.

As the three of you continued to walk around the event, you couldn't help but keep track of one of the scare actors. You have seen him follow the three of you for some time. The way his tall figure stalked the three of you, honestly felt like something from a horror movie, but it was enticing all at the same time.

He wore a mask that covered his lower half of his face, but his eyes was screaming major hottie. They were sharp as he watched the way you moved through the event. As you looked forward for a split second and looked back, he was gone. But something told you he wasn't far.

Like summoning the devil himself, he silently jumped in front of the three of you.

Your three friends jumped back and let out a scream of fright, while you looked at him with a smirk as a scoff leaves your lips.

This causes the man to tilt his head towards you, piercing eyes narrowing into slits, ready to challenge you.

"To think being a scare actor you would know how to stalk your prey better." You said as you gave him a wider smirk while leaning in slightly.

You heard a muffled scoff leave through the mask, as the man rolled his eyes before looking down at you.

"Just watch." Was all he said before he lifted an amused eyebrow towards you and walking away.

You bit your lip as you looked down at your shoes.

"What was that!?" One of your friend's asked as she came back towards you. "You just provoked him!" She squealed as she took your hand into hers.

"He was definitely eye fucking you girlie." You other friend said as she walked to your other side.

"He was hot though..." You trailed off as you thought back to the way his piercing gaze met yours in challenge. "—I would fuck." You said matter-of-factually.

"Girl, how the fuck!?" You friend laughed as she smacked your shoulder lightly.

"You're strangers, there's no way for yall to have a hookie." Your friend said as she squeezed your hand slightly as the three of resumed the formation y'all where in earlier.

"I always find a way." You said with a shrug.

Little did you know, he was still lurking and heard every single thing you said.

You were by yourself as you walked out of the bathroom, due to the fact that your friends were in line for a haunted house but the need to use the restroom was far greater than wanting to wait in the long line for the house. You promised them that you would be back in line with them once you finished.

But of course things don’t go as planned…

Just as you were about to round the corner, you felt your arm being pulled behind you, and a hand clasp onto your mouth, smothering any scream that lets out from your throat.

You’re then throw into a barely lit storage room. Trying to regain your balance, and have some sort of grasp as to what the fuck just happened, you turn around and find yourself face-to-face with the scar actor from earlier.

“Are you—“ a scoff leaves your lips as you rub your hand through your hair. “—are you fucking kidding me?” You said as you looked towards the man in front of you, who in return is staring you down with an unreadable expression.

The two of you stared at one another, causing for only your frustration to continue growing at the silent brood towering over you. Before you could open your mouth to state your frustration, he beats you to it.

"For someone that is all talk about letting a complete stranger fuck you, you're no bite sweetheart. Just talk." He says as he narrowed his eyes in your direction while crossing his arms across his chest.

You felt shock coarse through your veins as you felt yourself smile in disbelief knowing that he heard your quip statement to your friends.

"You're stalking now, sweetheart?" You scoffed as you quirked an eyebrow towards the bulky man in front of you.

You had to admit, even though he was blatantly stalking you, you didn't fail to notice the man was very fit. Bulging muscles tight as he still has his arms crossed as he looked at you with a hard expression on his face. Your eyes roamed down the rest of the body, and everything was equally as strong as the rest of him.

"Instead of staring at me like you're going to devour me alive, why don't you act on it instead?" The masked man said. Though you couldn't see his mouth, due to it being covered, with his tone alone you knew he was amused by the whole ordeal.

Taking it like a challenge, you walked towards him with a smirk of your own and inserted your two forefingers into the jeans he was wearing, tugging towards you.

The man's expressions falters for a short second before he regains himself. His breathing starting to fall in quick, short breaths as he continues to look down at you.

"Don't tease me into thinking I'm no bite." You said as you started to slowly undo his jeans.

Once you finally got his jeans and boxers down, you got on your knees. You couldn't help but think of how inhumane the size of this masked man's dick is.

Without thinking further of the sheer size of him, you attempted to swallow him whole, your hands covers whatever doesn't fit into your mouth.

You felt him clutch onto your hair tightly causing for more tears lining the edges of your lids.

You look up to as you start to lather your tongue against the silkiness of his cock and running the tip of your tongue along his veins and the underside of his head.

You swore you heard a choked sound come from him, which only props you into hollowing your cheeks and sucking him harder.

This draws a snarl of pleasure from his throat as he takes his other hand and wraps it between the locks of your hair.

At the sensation of him tugging on your roots, causes a moan to fall free from your stuffed mouth. Low curses are heard before he starts to buck his hips forward, creating his own pace as he starts to fuck your mouth.

You felt his length twitch in your mouth, but as quickly as he was coming in, he was quickly out.

"Wha—" Before you could even finish, you felt him turn you around and push you against the wall.

He lifted up the skirt you were wearing to bunch up against your hips as he moved your lacy thong to the side.

"H-hey, what are you do—Ah~!" You screamed out as he thrusted himself into your sopping wet entrance without warning.

As he started to thrust into you with a hard-set-pace, he covered your mouth with his hand to conceal anymore of your scream-like-moans.

“fu-fuck..” you moaned out from underneath the hand covering your mouth.

The sound of your wetness bouncing across the small storage closet you found yourself in with the man that is rearranging your guts.

“You’re so fucking wet.” The man growled out as he watched how you swallowed him in greed. “All this for me gorgeous?” He taunts as he squeezes your face with the hand that covers your mouth.

You started to nod your head submissively as you looked into his eyes, considering the rest of his face was covered by a mask.

“Taunting a stranger just because he can’t scare you, tsk.” He says as he started plowing into you harder. “Then going around with your friends saying how you would fuck me. How’s that going for you brat?” He said as he brought his hand down from your mouth and pinched your clit.

“Ah! Nngh, s-so good!” You moaned out as the pleasure was becoming a hot white iron inside of you.

“Fucking slut. Taking a stranger’s cock the way you are. So greedily.” He growled out at the end as he wrapped his arms around you waist, making it where he’s holding you completely against him instead of the wall.

You moaned loudly at the new deeper sensation he was giving you in this position. You took hold of his shirt and held on tightly, causing wrinkles.

“Mmgh, greedy sluts get cummed inside of them. Is that what you want gorgeous?” He questions into your ear.

“Nngh! Yes, yes! Oh please cum inside of me!” You whimpered as you felt the pressure building up inside of you becoming too much.

He kept pounding into you until his thrusts started to become sloppy. A couple more strokes before he gave one last hard thrust and he started coming inside of you. With the sensation of his cum roping inside of you sets of your orgasm. You felt your legs shake as you held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go.

Not wanting to stop, he started to slowly thrust into you, as if testing your sensitivity. This causes you to whimper slightly but clench around him.

“So greedy, you want more gorgeous?” He said as his thrusts started to build up in intensity.

You nodded your head against his neck with a small moan as he started to hit your good spot repeatedly.

“God, you’re the death of me woman.” He groans out before he started thrusting you without mercy.

"Ah! Ah! I-it's t-too much!" You moaned out as you started to feel your pussy scream out in sensitivity as he continued his assaults into you, while creating a mess of your releases.

"Fucking take it, like a good girl." He growled as he looked down where the two of you connected. Seeing the while frothy, white ring of his and your cum mixed together on his cock makes him completely feral.

"S-so full..." You moaned out as you felt him wrap his hand around your throat as he continued the brutal pace. "I'm gonna cum, nngh." You cried out as tears started to brim at the edge of your lids.

"Fuck—" He curses out as he felt your walls flutter around his cock, causing his balls to tighten at the sensation. "—pussy's so fucking wet." He muttered to himself as he felt himself get lost in the high feeling of overstimulation.

The moment he felt his cock twitch inside of your walls, he knew he was approach his second climax for the night and he needed you to cum with him again. He dragged a hand down to your swollen and abused clit, and started to create fast and curt circles on it.

The new profound sensation on your sensitive clit causes a squeal to leave your lips as you arched your back into the man create the most high inducing feeling to course through your entire body. Without warning, you started to climax that caused you to see stars behind your eyes.

The masked man groaned as he felt your walls tightly clutch onto him tightly, causing him to crash fast into his own toe curling climax that he too saw stars along with you.

He slowly continued to thrust into you, helping the both of you through your releases.

The sounds of your uneven breathes is heard throughout the small storage closet as you both tried to regain composure and sight of everything.

"We should do this again." You heard the man behind you mutter as he gently got out of you.

"Again? I don't even know you." You laughed out breathlessly as you slowly put your underwear into place.

"And yet you let me fuck you, twice i might add." He remarked as he quirked an eyebrow at you.

You turned towards him and gave him a small laugh. "Touchè." As you rolled your eyes with a small. "What's your name anyways?" you questioned.

"The name's Jeno." He says as he looks down at you with dark desire swirling in his eyes.

"It's nice to meet you Jeno...I'm y/n." You said as you clasped your hands behind your back and looked up at him with the same expression playing on your face.

Let's just say, this was the first of many for the two of you.

[lushrue]

hockeyteam!141 x figureskater!reader pt 2!

part 2 of this au finally! i'm so glad people like it! comment if you wanna be added to the taglist, already planning pt 3 so there will be more where this came from 💗

your name was announced through the loudspeaker as you skated onto the ice, all covered in sequins and polyester. you’d always thought it was a little bit silly, the conventions around figure skating costumes. that fit that Margot Robbie threw in I, Tonya about the ridiculousness of it? yeah, you’d had a moment like that once or twice. the rough fabric scratched your arms, the glint of the sequins drew focus away from your expressions. but you still felt elegant as you set your mark at center ice, hitting your starting pose in the silence before the music began.

breathe in, breathe out. focus. momentum is everything, remember your character, focus going into your jumps.

in the moment before your routine started, you flicked your eyes up and scanned the crowd. it was something that you’d done ever since your first routine that you took to competition. usually, you were looking for your parents, their smiling faces and the flash of your mom’s digital camera. now, though, it became more curiosity, finding a spot to let your eyes settle when you weren’t looking at the judges’ table. it was then that you saw them. four big, brutish hockey players sat shoulder to shoulder in the stands. the one with the mohawk (soap, you remembered) lifted his hand to wave at you, only for the man beside him (kyle, you guessed from this distance) to swat it down.

the shock must have played out on your face, because you saw price smirk as your music began playing. you let the sound seep into your bones and just like that, it all melted away and you skated.

…

the four of them watched pretty intently for the first few seconds of your routine. price was focused on the placement of your body, how you kept your center of gravity in the middle at all times. he had to admire how precise you were in your movements, like you knew the physics behind all of it. for all he knew, you did. he could tell you were skilled and he liked that about you. talent recognizes talent, or however the saying goes.

kyle was simply admiring your choice of music. Moonlight Sonata, though basic, was like black coffee, he thought. a classic choice that never really got old, but so many things could be added to it to make it new and exciting. and watching you skate to it, he felt like he’d never heard it before. he watched your face more than anything else. you were so expressive, a story playing out in your eyes, and he soaked it all up. it was like reading a novel, and this one was a page-turner.

ghost was watching the lines of your body. it was like you were painting the air as you moved, each flick of the wrist and lift of the leg deliberate and purposeful. it all served to make a pretty picture. every now and again, he’d look at the thin lines your skates left on the ice, the swirls and curves detailing everywhere you’d been. much prettier than the harsh notches he left behind when he stepped out of the rink, he thought. just like you, they were delicate.

soap was far less interested in the artistry or skill of it and more focused on you. the way your hair moved as you spun on the ice, the way your costume clung to your skin. he couldn’t even act as if he wasn’t watching disrespectfully, thinking of what your body might look like under the spandex and sparkles. you lifted your leg and began spinning, and soap thought he might keel over right then and there. ghost nudged him as he adjusted himself on the bench, a silent gesture that told him to behave.

johnny gestured to price behind kyle’s back, getting his attention. “didn’t i tell ya, cap? a right beaut, that one,” he said, earning himself a flick to the head from ghost. price chuckled, turning his attention back to where you were winding up for a jump. two turns in the air and you landed perfectly. he knew you would, you talented thing. “yeah. a beaut,” price responded, a small smile curving his lips.

...

you skated remarkably, in your opinion. it was a relatively simple routine, but with every completed skate, regardless of skill level, came a sense of accomplishment. as you hit your ending pose, you made eye contact with your hockey players in the stands again. ghost’s face was unreadable from this distance, but you caught the pleased expressions of the other three as they clapped for you. soap had a glint in his eyes that spelled mischief and made something in your stomach tighten. kyle was looking at you like the artist you perceived yourself to be, almost how you imagined someone would look at their favorite painting. and price’s face had pride written all over it. you caught an almost imperceptible nod from him, as if to say well done.

you bowed to both sides of the rink and skated off the ice, a performer’s smile on your lips. it wasn’t entirely fake, not like it had been at some competitions. this time, it was born of the idea that four of the men you’d been watching, nay, pining after for a month were finally turning their attentions to you. for the first time in a while, you wondered what someone besides the judges thought of your routine. the worst part was, you needed them to like it. you felt the intense need to please them, keep them coming back for more.

the four of them found you in line for the concessions, grabbing a hot chocolate to soothe your cold bones in between programs. your free skate was coming up next and you knew you’d need a little pick-me-up before then. as you thanked the high schooler who’d poured your drink, you turned to walk away and almost collided with a wall of solid muscle. price, you’d realize as you looked up. “told ya we wanted to see ya, bonnie!” soap’s voice chirped from behind the broad shoulders of the team captain.

you glanced around him, noticing kyle and ghost stood off to the side. kyle was all polite smiles and ghost looked as though he was aware of how much space he was taking up, supremely uncomfortable as people brushed past him. soap was stood off to the other side of price, arms crossed over his chest. then your eyes turned up to the captain himself, feeling a sense of pride radiating off of him. you weren’t sure why; this was a man who barely knew you. but it made your stomach flutter all the same. “good performance you put on out there, love,” he said, the rumble of his baritone voice more compelling when it was directed at you. you’d seen the boys scramble to follow his orders before during a game, but you’d thought it was just his rank on the team. no, you realized, it was definitely the voice.

“thank you,” you replied sheepishly, clutching the warm styrofoam cup in your icy fingers. “i’m glad you all liked it.” kyle spoke up, stepping a bit closer to where you stood. “liked it? i loved it! you’ll have to tell me more about how you choreographed it, the musicality was insane!” “easy, garrick,” ghost’s voice rumbled from where he stood, a bit muffled by the black surgical mask. “don’t wan’ to scare off our pretty bird.” oh, you could get used to that. you spoke up, your eyes flicking between the four of them. “actually, i still have another program to skate.” you hesitated, almost worried you were being too forward. but then you continued. why not live a little, take some risks? “if you all wanted to stay, that is.”

you didn’t have to tell them twice.

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[penny-for-thots]

" CAN I HOLD IT WHILE YOU PEE ? "

ⓘ your boyfriend gets up needing to use the bathroom, of course you have to ask the popular question, " can i hold it while you pee? "

incl. suo, sakura, nirei, kiryu, kaji, umemiya, hiragi, togame, + choji.

f / gn!reader — spicy crack. actively fem only in sakura's, teasing, inappropriate jokes, spicy crack-fic, brief allusions to sex, hayato suo and mitsuki kiryu are warnings and will be in the future, + dick.

⋆𐙚 ₊.ᐟ "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" or, they are extremely flustered and can only respond semi-negatively. this includes two different versions based on the characters: (1) " ... what is wrong with you?" [concerned], or (2) "what is wrong with you?!" [aggressive, scared, + flustered]. he's going through the five stages grief in a single moment. like- he malfuncted.

HIRAGI is concerned. he's definitely number one, he's looking at you with a very confused expression while also looking at you like you're insane. he just wants to pee. like- previously the two of you were tired, cuddling together, and ready to take a damn nap. now he's sleepy walking to the bathroom and your asking to ... hold his dick while he pees? "no, why?" he blinks, "is this a tiktok trend, or- ?"

NIREI is one and two, he's both concerned and flustered. "h-huh?? you- you want to- WHAT?" he's like stuttering out jumbled phrases and waving his hands up and down, back and forth, all the different ways while yapping about shit you can't understand. "if you don't want me to, you can just say that, aki." then he gets really upset and does that: "no i want you to, i mean- i don't want you, no! i mean i do want you but i think this is a little weird- not that you're weird!" thing, and its super cute. you end up just pushing him into the bathroom so he doesn't piss himself on your floor.

SAKURA is going through the five stages of grief. he's so damn confused, concerned, flustered, and slightly angry that you'd ask something like that. he comes off as a little aggressive, but he does that everytime he gets flustered so it's no big a deal. but he's like turning his body away from you with his hands covering his crotch while slowly inching away from you. "w-why would you want to do that?" he looks you up and down with a concerned expression as he carefully reaches for the door handle, "girls are weird." he's looking at you funny even when he leaves the bathroom. like- he's not fathoming why you'd want to hold it. "aw, sakura you know size doesn't matter to me," you tease, amused at his extremely flustered reaction that happens afterwards.

KAJI he just stopped, a.k.a malfunctioned, processed what you said, and then got angry. "what the fuck?! wha- what is wrong with you?" he's blinking and looking around the room for hideen cameras because this must be 'walk the prank' or something. "uh ... n-no?" he's taking tentative steps into the bathroom and closing the does.

⋆𐙚 ₊.ᐟ HE'S LAUGHING, or he finds the question extremely amusing. he knows how curious you are. he's not exactly against the idea, he's just both caught off guard and extremely amused. he's probably going to let you though the question of "where'd that come from," will always be said first.

SUO chuckles, looking at you with both an amused and curious expression. his eye is studying your expression—trying to pick up anything. he hums thoughtfully, "really? is this a trend, or are you genuinely curious?" you give your answer and you swear you hear him snort. "are you sure you're not trying to get me hard? if you just wanted to see it you could've asked any other time?" he teases with a mischievous smirk before walking calmly into the bathroom without closing the door, suggesting you come in and close it yourself.

UMEMIYA is cackling. this man is loud. "where'd that come from?" he completely forgets that he had to pee because now his whole attention is on the fact that you want to hold his dick. "you know you could've asked any other time, right?" he's thinking about all the ways he can tease you about this while being nice. he's doing that attractive little lean on the doorway while looking you up and down with amusement. he's like heavily deflecting so he doesn't give his answer. purely because he thinks your reaction is funny. "just say yes or no, dammit ume!" he chuckles, "asking an embarrassing question and then getting embarrassed when i ask you why? cute."

⋆𐙚 ₊.ᐟ "HOLD WHAT?" or he's really confused. like, the soap? his jacket? the toilet seat? what are you talking about? like- he has a reeeally slow moment there where you slightly wonder how and why you decided to date him. he gets it a couple of seconds later, but he reaction may vary.

CHOJI 'sunshine' tomiyama. sigh. he pauses in the doorway and looks at you with confusion painted on his face. he does that cute little tilt of his head and that confused blink. "hold what?" when you look at his pants and then at his face it takes him another moment. you could almost imagine those three dots in the air that are usually in anime. " ... oh." once he gets it he looks at you with confusion one more time, wondering why you'd want to hold his dick while he pees, but he shrugs. "ok!" and then walks into the bathroom.

this is also- sakura and nirei. the both of them have this same reaction, they're very confused for a moment until the pause and think about it. again, those little three dots hang in the air before they get it, and when they do there's almost a visible exclamation point beside their heads. they freak out and have the reaction listed above.

⋆𐙚 ₊.ᐟ "SURE," or he does not gaf. "idgaf" is his motto. he blinks, looks at the toilet, back at the toilet and shrugs. "okay, sure i guess." you'd think he'd say something more about it ... nope!

KIRYU "whatever floats your boat" mitsuki. he smirks at you and then just walks in. like- he doesn't confirm or anything, he just wips it out once he reaches the toilet. "i thought you wanted to hold it?" he blinks, looking back at you, "unless ... you wanted to some other time?" he playfully calls you a freak afterwards and suggests you should try asking that in some- other circumstances.

TOGAME just looks at you. 'girl what the fuck?' is in his head at the moment, but he just shakes his head. "sure i guess, it's not exciting or anything," he shrugs, wondering where on earth you could've gotten this want from. if you're hesitant he's looking at you like your stupid, "come on, you asked." he also just wips it out like its nothing. hell- y'all are dating. regardless, he guides your hand. "if your hand is cold, we're gonna fight." that bush he has??? "don't be shy, you asked, hold it." bro- ?!? safe to say he is extremely amused.

this is also- suo and choji. as listed above, choji—once he gets it—just shrugs and walks into the bathroom, allowing you to follow him. the same with suo, he'll tease a bit and then shrug and tilt his head towards the toilet. like- he's so damn awkward and irritating cuz now you're embarrassed to actually walk in there and hold it (as if you won't be doing worse things in the future).

note. don't ask where this came from. this was sparked by a weird ass dream, a post, and the hopes and dreams of getting my motivation for writing back lmfao. this was both funny and awkward to make—i have no idea why i wrote this, please save me.

[princessbrunette]

at some point bounty hunter Rafe would let you go cause he feels bad but then two hours later you’re showing up back at the hotel room because you want to suck dick 🤦‍♀️ this would me at least

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he’d screwed up. with his dad, with the money he had, with you — he’d just screwed it all up.

he was midway through a breakdown, having left you alone in the motel room to angrily walk about with his hat low, huffing and puffing out his nose. you jumped when he returned, the door vibrating the walls with the way he slammed it. you thought he might’ve turned the anger round onto you, perhaps deciding that today was the day he would finally lay his hands on you properly. instead, you’re faced with the unexpected. he marches over to you curled by the radiator, squats down and seethes:

“get out.”

you blink, tired from the long day so it took you a second to process things.

“wh—get… out?—”

“get out, alright — don’t make me repeat myself.” with that, he stands back to his full height, gripping your arms as he does and lurching you to stand too, your dress riding up slightly with the movement. your legs nearly don’t support you as he places you back on your feet and you stand infront of him like a lost puppy, blinking rapidly to try and make sense of things. it’s then he’s zipping around, throwing the small amount of your things strewn around the motel room into a little packing case, barely fastening it as he shoves it to your chest, making you stumble. “alright? before i change my god damn mind. get out, go — you wanted freedom? here’s your freedom. out.” he drags you to the door and throws you out like you meant nothing, like you hadn’t been travelling by his side for months now.

you turn around, still unable to speak, clutching your brown leather packing case to your chest with one of your shoes still hanging off your foot a little. you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d done something to upset him so greatly. really you should be happy — rafe stole you from your land, this is what you wanted right?

digging hurriedly through his back pocket, rafe produces a fistful of notes and grabs your hand, forcing your fingers open to press the money into your clammy palm.

“shit, s’all i got okay? should be enough to get you far from here. i’m done.” he gestures you to run along before disappearing back into the motel and shutting the door. it was all just so… sudden.

truthfully, he felt bad. you didn’t deserve this life. he knew that from the start but now he really understood it. he’d fallen out with his father, who’d lost all interest in having you taken anyway — so it seems rafe’s efforts went under-appreciated. he was getting paid like he should be, because he’d been spending all his money on playing house with you. you had to go, for all reasons above you just… had to.

you silently waddle through the dusty streets, blinking into thin air as your brain wracks all the reasons he could’ve rid of you so abruptly. heading into a diner, you perch awkwardly in a booth for a few hours, sipping at milkshakes and eating fries as you ponder a map that you’d snatched from what had been left at a vacant table. the nearest motel was a fifteen minute walk, you could stay there until you get your bearings.

you don’t make it to the motel, infact — you sit in the diner until it’s dark, the only visitors being the odd lone traveller, making no effort to engage with the world around them, bandanas covering faces and dust kicking inside from their boots. you didn’t feel particularly safe anymore, and in that moment you realised that you hadn’t felt unsafe in a while. infact, you felt the most safe pinned to rafe’s side when he’d drag you about location to location— he made sure not a hair on your head was ever harmed unless from his own roughing up.

lip quivering, you feel conflicted. rafe took you from everything you ever knew, and up until this point you’d lived a comfortable life. but you’d grown attached to him in ways you couldn’t explain. seemingly— you had a choice to make, because you could start to make your way back to where rafe took you from. or…

three knocks sound at rafe’s door, and for some reason — despite there being no one else it could’ve been — he was surprised to see you. you looked dishevelled, lost, tired — still clutching the packing case to your chest as if you’d never moved from the spot he’d left you.

“fuck are you doing back here, huh? didn’t i tell you to leave?” he’d lost that aggression from earlier, now just tired — bordering on exasperated, sad.

you can’t find the words, so you throw your case inside the room and wrap your arms around him, rubbing your cheek into his warmth. he stares down at you, arms by his side.

“i don’t want to go.” you whisper, and with the motel door still wide open, blowing in sandy draft — you sink to your knees, big watery eyes staring up at him. “i wont go.” you reiterate, pressing kisses to his crotch, the one way you knew how to ‘apologise’ because that’s what he taught you.

“kid…”

you didn’t know what you were apologising for, you were just making up for whatever the hell it was that made him throw you out in the first place. you had nowhere to be. nowhere to go. you just wanted to be here, with rafe, making him happy enough to keep you as his like before.

he leans over to shut the door, scoffing in disbelief as you clumsily work at his thick leather belt. you mutter something desperate and slurred but he doesn’t understand you.

“shit i uh… guess it’s true what they say about caged birds. you keep one caged up long enough and it’ll never wanna fly again.”

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