#let’s pop some champagne and pop some pussy angels!!!

[marleysfinest]

pfp now my actual face so if that shatters the illusion I apologise!!!! I just like that piccy bc it shows off my jjk tshirt and also my hair looks good for once!! peace and love!!!

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Stealth

Summary: After making you his wife, Steve wants to work on making you a mommy. He just couldn’t let you know that. 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, stealthing, sex in wedding dress, cream pie, dubious consent.

Even though Steve liked to think that he’d adapted to the modern world just fine, there were still a few things that he saw he still found himself holding onto. Like his love for baseball. It was a big thing then and it definitely wasn’t as hyped up now. Or how badly he wanted a wife to come home to at the end of a hard day who’d be there with dinner ready and maybe ready to suck him off. He wanted a woman he could take care of and in return they’d have a few kids.

Back in the day, before the serum he never thought he’d get the chance. He was so bad at talking to women. Hell he was still a shy, nervous wreck. Even when he wanted Peggy he couldn’t even enjoy it because there were so many things going on. That was then and his is now and you were everything he’d ever wanted.

When he’d met you, he knew he’d met the love of his life. You were everything he needed. He honestly never thought he’d meet someone like you. Who’d want most of those things. There was only one problem.

You were on the fence (whatever that means) about having kids. You wanted to marry him of course. He was the first person to love you the way you needed. It’s not that popping a few kids out for him didn’t sound like a good idea, but you were terrified about being a mother. About having to actually take care of someone.

Steve knew this. He thought you’d make a wonderful mother. The idea of after a long day of dealing with Tony’s bullshit coming home to you with your stomach all swollen with his child sounded like the best thing ever. Even if you were only “on the fence.”

Growing up as an only child Bucky as the closest he could ever get to a brother. He was so sickly that he was in no position to being the big brother he wish he could have been. Now things were different. He could be the father he’d always dreamed of. It didn’t matter how you felt because sometimes he knew you better than you new yourself. He’d just have to guide you into seeing it.

When Steve woke up from the ice years ago they’d ran so many tests on him. Wanted to study him to see how far the serum affected him. He was obviously a lot stronger. There were some other things they wanted to work out. Like how could his body handle diseases which apparently he was immune to that. Then came his fertility.

Long story short birth control was pretty much useless against him. He needed to use a condom with every partner unless he wanted them to get pregnant. As much as you hated it you always made him wear one because of it. Why would you marry a man that could easily get you pregnant if that wasn’t what you really wanted.

God, you were so goddamn gorgeous walking towards him in that gown. You looked like an angel sent from heaven just to be his. His heart had felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as soon as he laid his eyes on you. With all the shit he’d gone through, he never thought he’d find you, but there you were. All dolled up to intertwine your life with his.

During the reception the two of you pretty much danced all night despite everyone trying to come up to you to interrupt. You were in your own little bubble of happiness with each other. Fuck you looked beautiful in that dress. It’d been hard for him to keep himself from taking you right there.

Now he was carrying you over the threshold of your new home. The plan was to not move in until the wedding night wanting to save that for the day you became husband and wife. He didn’t stop kissing you as he’d unlocked and then locked the door before taking you upstairs.

You knew what was going to happen and you wanted it more than ever. You’d been a little tipsy from all the champagne, but you were still so goddamn ready for him. “I want to fuck you in this dress first,” he’d pulled away from your lips to whisper in your ear. He laid you down in your marital bed scooting your hips to the edge.

“Baby!” You giggled, sitting up to wrap your arms around his neck. He kissed you again holding you close as he pushed your leg up by your thigh. He pulled you away to get down on his knees. He kissed along your legs and as bad as you wanted him to eat you out, you wanted him inside you more. “Please just make love to me.”

“I wanna eat my wife’s pussy,” he said, still prepping you with kisses. You shuddered at his words and how good he felt. He kissed you through your panties. You tossed your head back involuntarily moving your hips because your body needed more.

“Please. I want your dick.” You begged. “I need it.”

“Be patient, Wife.” He chuckled. “We have all night.”

“I know, but I need it now!” You whined. You were always so needy when it came to his dick. It took sometime for you to take him the way you do now because he was too much for your little pussy at first, but he’d quickly trained you take it. Fuck he remembers the first time you saw his dick. You looked up at him through your eyelashes with that sweet smile he loves so much, immediately reaching out to grab it like the greedy little slut you were for him. He knew he’d have to marry you one day.

He sighed, smiling up at you before standing up. “Alright, alright.” He kissed you again before pushing you back onto the bed again. “Such a needy wife,” he said, dipping his fingers in your pretty lingerie so he could rub your clit. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breathed as the pleasure from him touching you creeped up your body. You always got so damn wet for him.

He looked down at your pretty pussy soaking those white panties. Fuck he shouldn’t have listened to you. Should have just put his tongue inside of you and let you cum on his face until you were begging for mercy. But, who was he to leave his bride needy for dick.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Steve unzipped his pants not even bothering to undress himself fully as he took his dick out, stroking his length as he looked down at you. If he didn’t stop himself he could cum like this. Just watching you all needy for him. Fuck he was a lucky man.

He got ready to line himself up with your entrance wanting to fuck you even with those pretty panties on. He loved seeing his dick go in and out of you with the lace softly brushing against him. “Condom,” you reminded him.

“Fuck,” he softly said pulling away. “Hold on,” he replied before going to the nightstand to get one from the drawer. He really couldn’t see himself doing this for the rest of his life.

That was the problem right there. He could never get lost in a moment of passion with you if you weren’t willing to take him in the way he wanted you to. It’s okay for now, though. Soon he’ll fuck you properly.

He sheathed himself in the rubber before picking your hips up so he could enter you. You’d been pent up ever since you heard him say I do. It was like as soon as the words left his lips you were ready to gush.

He rubbed your clit again as he thrusted into you. His movements were strong and deliberate like he was trying to make sure you felt it nice and hard. Like he was savoring the moment. “Yes,” you mewled. Sparks were shooting through your body. It felt so goddamn good feeling him like this.

Your throaty, breathy moans got louder as he picked up the pace. Your juices were coating his condom covered dick and fuck he wished he could feel you raw. “God, I can’t believe you’re my wife,” he hissed.

---

Part of the reason you’d ended up picking this house was because of the bathrooms. The two of you could actually fit in the tub together. Big enough for you two to cuddle and still be submerged in the warmth of the bubbly water. You were kind of a sucker for romantic shit like that and he loved indulging you. Besides you deserved it.

“I’m so exhausted,” you mumbled with a yawn into his chest. To be honest you never thought you’d get to this point. Being there with your husband in your new home on your wedding night. Especially with Steve of all people. You remember when he asked you to marry him and you kept asking if he was sure. Like he’d change his mind at any minute.

It broke his heart the way you thought he could ever not want you. Even with your fence and children shit he still wanted you more than anything. Besides that can easily be corrected.

“Me, too, but it was fun.” He rubbed your back a small smile on his face as he enjoyed the love bubble the two of you were in.

“Mhm,” you hummed, kissing his chest. “It was amazing. Thank you, Baby.”

“Thank me? You planned it. I just paid.”

You chuckled, looking up at him before kissing his jaw. “Well, then thank you for that.” You kissed the corner of his mouth and he ended up being the one to connect your lips.

He held you by your hips as the two of you made out. You moved your hips as you came to straddle him. Fuck your core was so close to his dick.

He ended up sliding you over it, making the both of you moan as your flesh made contact. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t done that sooner. Fuck it felt so good.

You didn’t stop him either. Letting him glide you up and down his length. You shivered against him as he bumped your clit, letting out another breathy moan. He could easily enter you. Could leave you at his mercy as he fucked into you without protection for the first time.

God, it was so tempting.

“We should go back to bed,” you said, pulling away from him not stopping the movement of your hips.

Your eyes raked up and down the naked body of your new husband as he towel dried. You wrapped your arms around him, standing on your tippy toes so you could kiss the back of his strong shoulder.

He hissed enjoying the feeling of your lips against him. You giggled, sinking your teeth into his flesh to nip him. He fucking loved when you did that. “You little troublemaker.” He smirked, making eye contact with you through the mirror.

You giggled again before smacking his butt then turned on your heels to run away. You were still naked as you ran out the room, knowing he was going to get you back for that.

It took him no time to grab you, lifting you up in the air as he walked over to the bed to drop you. “Babe!” You squealed.

He chuckled, getting on top of you to brush his lips against yours. He forced your legs apart bringing his dick up to rub against your clit. Fuck why hadn’t you guys done this before.

“Stevie,” you gasped. “Fuck.”

He slide his dick between your pussy lips so close to your aching core. The way your sticky wetness looked on his dick was enough to drive him insane. “That’s it, Baby.” He moaned, his head was spinning.

“Condom,” you said.

“Why?” He asked. “When I could slip it inside of you with no problem. I could fuck you so good.”

You moaned. It’s not that you didn’t want it, but you had to control yourself a little. “Please, Babe.”

“You don’t wanna have my baby?” He asked, not stopping.

“It’s not that. I just-” you cut yourself off when he stroked himself against your clit again making you open your mouth wide and tilt your head back.

“You’re really going to deny me, your brand new husband from fucking your sweet little pussy raw? That doesn’t sound right to me, Baby.”

Your stomach tightened. Fuck you were gonna cum. “Please, Baby.” You sounded so goddamn pathetic. He wasn’t even inside you and he was making you react like this.

“Fine,” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. As much as it pained him to stop his movement he did, reaching over to grab the box of condom that were in the drawer. Fuck he should have bought more because this was going to be a long night.

Your body calmed down a little as he took his sweet ass time to put the condom on. Fuck you needed him. Badly. Even more than the first time.

He rolled the latex over his length before positioning himself over you again this time on his knees. He grabbed your thighs pulling you forward as he eased your cunt onto him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he began to move his hips.

He held your thigh forcing you onto him. All he could think about how he wanted to fuck a baby into you. You were so close in this angle ready to cum, but as Steve started to get more and more into his head he pulled out to flip you over.

He slammed into you his balls slapping into your clit. You gasped tightening around him. “Yes.” You gasped. He was moving into you fast and hard just the way you liked it.

Your pussy gripped around him like it was trying to push him out, but his thickness kept him inside. “I love you,” you cried into the pillow, backing up against him.

“I love you, too,” he growled pulling you onto him so roughly. Fuck he needed to feel you.

You were so lost in him that you didn’t even feel the difference when the condom had broken, sitting on the base of his dick. He pushed into you again both of you grunting at the feel of his bare dick finally inside of you. Fuck it shouldn’t have taken him two years to do this.

“You feel so good,” you cried backing into him. “Fuck. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“I won’t, Baby. This is my pussy.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Your eyes were starting to water. It just felt so good you couldn’t help it. “Is this a new condom. You should buy these more it feels so good.”

“I will.” He reached forward grabbing your hair. Your back arched as he rammed into you forcing you to take it. It was all you wanted. Fuck.

“I’m gonna fuck I’m gonna-” you stopped yourself as you whole body tensed and then let go for the most intense orgasm you’d probably ever had in your life.

Steve’s jaw clenched as he shoved you back onto him as deep as he could go as his own orgasm caught up to him. He didn’t stop moving his animalistic instincts taking over as he moved you forward and then back again in shallow thrusts.

All you could do was lay there and take it.

He slumped over you, breathing heavy. You were pretty sure you were seeing stars. His dick was still inside of you as he moved his hips like was still trying to push it into you.

Finally he fell by your side. Breathing still heavy. He pulled you close kissing the top of your head. You clung to him needing him as close as possibly. God, you looked so beautiful. All teary eyed with your lips swollen and your chest heaving.

“Thank you for marrying me,” you whispered to him, voice all hoarse from all the moaning.

“Sweetheart, I waited a hundred years for you. I should be thanking you.”

You smiled, rubbing your already teary eyes. “Don’t say shit like that. You’ll make me cry.”

“I’m only saying it because it’s true. You make me so happy.”

“You make me happy, too.” You sniffled.

---

You didn’t know it, but your honeymoon went pretty much the same way. Anytime the two of you fucked he’d break the condom until there was no barrier between your wet cunt and his dick so he could fuck you properly. Fuck your cunt looked so good with his cum seeping out of it and you hadn’t even noticed.

Steve doesn’t think he could ever go back.

Your trip to France had lasted two weeks and now you were back having to return to a somewhat normal life. It’d been a little over a  month since your wedding night. Your breasts were starting to get all swollen. Your back was hurting. You felt constantly tired.

Your husband had left for business leaving you to figure it all out on your own. Honestly you were kind of in denial. Well, you were at first. Then your morning sickness started.

You felt so anxious as you waited for the timer to go off.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you paced back and forth in the living room. You were a nervous wreck on the inside. Of course if it was positive you’d try your hardest to be the best mother ever, but fuck you were nervous.

The front door opened and your husband came through the door making you stop in your tracks. “Honey, you’re home...” you trailed off.

“Yeah, we finished early.” He grinned, then faltered. “You don’t look very happy to see me.”

“No I... I am I just...” you swallowed feeling that damn sickness pushing up again. Before you could say anything else to him you ran to the bathroom.

He quickly followed after you. As you kneeled in front of the toilet puking your guts out. “Jesus, Baby,” he got down beside you, rubbing your back. He put his hand on your forehead. “You don’t have a fever.”

Tears were streaming down your face as you buried your head in his neck. You stood up bringing you with him. You wanted to tell him, but you were pretty sure if you opened your mouth again you’d puke.

“Wait, is that a pregnancy test?” He asked, his heart swelling at just the sight. You nodded still buried into him. You couldn’t even try to make yourself say anything out loud.

The timer from your phone could be heard from the living room which made you quickly pull away.

---

As you looked down at your sleeping one year old baby boy, Steve kissed the side of your head. You’d never felt this kind of bliss before. “He’s so perfect,” you whispered softly, looking up at your husband with tired eyes.

“I know. We did good,” he replied. “Let’s go to bed, Sweetheart.” As the two of you finally made it to your room, you yawning as Steve got under the covers beside you.

“So, I was thinking,” you started, resting your chin on his chest so could look at him.

He rubbed your back a lazy smile on his face. “What is it?”

“I know I’ve been strict on the whole condom thing, but clearly your super sperm doesn’t give a shit so I guess I’m fine if we maybe stop using them. Just let whatever happens happen.”

His jaw dropped, his heart suddenly thumping in his chest. His dick immediately getting hard. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah I mean I actually kind of like this whole mom thing.” You shrugged. “Besides, Baby Grant is gonna need siblings. I just have to accept that I am probably going to spend most of my life pregnant now.”

He chuckled a smile spreading on his face. “Not going to lie this may be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“God, you’re such a pervert.” You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. He deepened it pushing you on your back.

Suddenly his only goal for the night was putting baby number two in you.

BLURB

[karasuno-nikki]

proud of you

ukai hc i had in my sleep a while ago

Ukai x F!Reader 

warnings; smut, no condom, exhibtionism?

also i did not proofread this its just from my notes app lol

you just got accepted in ur honors college program and he’s v happy for you

he makes your favorite meal and pops some champagne open for you

since you two have been together since hs you two have done some sneaky shit

you have a pretty good alcohol tolerance and he decides to tease you while your drink from your glasses

“you act so innocent all the time baby but we both know how you really are” keishin says deeply in your ear gripping your thigh

“remember when you just turned 18 and your parents let you drink and they were suprised how well you took it?”

you nod your head in agreement

“they didn’t know that their innocent little girl had been drinking with her big bad boyfriend eh?”

you nod your head in agreement again

“use your words pretty girl you’re an honors student next semester”

“yes keishin i drank with you before i was old enough” you say quietly

“see you are a good girl, nice and smart and pretty”

“you know what good girls get baby?”

“no what do good girls get kei?”

“whatever their heart desires”

keishin pulls you out of your chair and guides you to the bedroom of your small apartment

you two begin making out on the small bed and he guides his hands up shirt groping your breast

you stop kissing for a minute to take your shirt off

you two continue kissing and you begin to grind in keishin lap causing him to groan loudly

you feel up shirt feeling the texture of his abs

you pause kissing again to remove his shirt you both now shirtless

keishin pulls your shorts down and takes of his sweats

“fuck you’re such a good girl” says removing your bra

you moan quietly

“baby how do you want me?” keishin says palming his cock

“i- i want you inside of me”

keishin pulls your panties down and starts fingering you

“k-kei please i need you”

“i know baby i just don’t wanna hurt you”

keishin continues to finger your wet cunt

“kei stop i might come”

keishin pulls his fingers out of you and licks your juices off his fingers

“you taste so good baby”

keishin slides his boxers down and pumps his cock

“you ready baby?” keishin says laying down on the bed

you nod your head and keishin puts his length in your hole

“kei you’re so big” you moan as his cock fills up your walls

he bottoms out and starts thrusting and making a pace for you two

your moans, his grunts, and skin slapping fills up the room

you two don’t care about anyone else but yourselves right now

keishin moves his thumb to your clit and you start seeing stars

“kei i-i’m gonna come”

keishin continues rubbing your clit and quickens his thrust trying to approach his orgasm when loud knocks are at your front door

“who the hell is that?” keishin groans pulling out of you and pulling his sweats on

“please kei come back i- i need you”

“i’ll be back angel don’t worry and don’t touch yourself” he says with a stern tone

keishin opens the door and sees a guy who’s wearing glasses and looks like he doesn’t get sleep

“what do you want? i was in the middle of something” keishin says exhausted

“could you keep i down i’m trying to game?” the man says and keishin just laughs

“no and you definitely don’t know what it’s like to get pussy”keishin says and shuts the door in the mans face

he goes back in your shared room and pulls his sweats down

“you didn’t touch yourself like a good girl right?”

“yes kei i’m your good girl” you say opening your legs

keishin puts his cock back into you and you feel so full again

“baby i need you to do me a favor just moan as loud as you can for me okay?”

you nod your head in agreement and keishin continues the pace he had before he was rudely interrupted

you grab his arm from the sheets and guide it back to your clit

“you want me so bad huh baby?” keishin teases rubbing you clit and fucking your hole

“kei i’m gonna come please” you squeak out

keishin again thrusts into your hole approaching his orgasm

“baby you’re so good to me fuck”

a few more thrust and you’ve came all over his cock looking messy as ever moaning as his dick is still inside of you abusing your hole

keishin groans loudly and holds your hips filling you with his semen

“fuck you’re so good to me” keishin breathes out before slowly pulling out

“you alright baby? you did such a good job i’m proud of you” he says laying a soft kiss on your forehead

this starts the spiral of his aftercare making sure you use the toilet, giving you a bath and washing your clothes a sheets

keishin may look like a piece of shit but he really does show you he cares daily.

[dashhoney25]

SB: two

JERMAINE

"You know we can't be late" Natasha said to me, walking out of the closet in her silk robe. "I know Tash, I'm almost done" I said to her still playing the game. Natasha placed her clothes on the bed and walked back into the closet to find a pair of shoes. I watched as she came out with a pair of nude sandals and placed them by the bed. As Natasha admired her outfit, I got out of bed and walked into the closet to find something to wear to Mercedes' gathering. I wasn't in the mood to go, but Natasha insisted that it was important that I go with her. "Babe!" Natasha called out. "Yeah?" I asked walking out of the closet. "Skirt or Jumpsuit?" she asked with the items in hand. I was in the middle of putting on a short sleeve button down. "Try the mini skirt on first" I suggested.

Natasha nodded in agreement while I walked back into the closet to throw on a pair of shorts and a pair of loafers. "King come here" she called out from the bathroom. I walked in and found her wearing a nude bralette and a light pink mini skirt. I admired her small frame and how the skirt hugged her curves just right. I placed my arms around her waist as I admired her beauty in the mirror. Natasha's hazel eyes shined back at me as she smiled, "What do you think of it King?" she questioned. I kissed her neck and tightened my embrace around her as she giggled. "I know you not wearing this thin ass bra to Mercedes' house" I replied. "No, I'm not. I just want your opinion on the skirt with these shoes" she said to me. "Aight, let me get a good look" I said moving away from her.

I took a step back to get a good look at my Queen from the front. A smirk came to my face as she stood there nervously smiling at me. "Lean against the sink for me" I commanded sweetly. I stood in front of Natasha and kissed her passionately, she pulled away slightly and shared a quick gaze with me. Biting her bottom lip, I continued to kiss her before placing kisses down her neck. I moved down to her skirt and kissed between her thighs. Kicking off her sandals, Natasha lifted herself onto the counter and placed her feet on my shoulders. Tash knew EXACTLY what time it was, and once I started, there's no way she could stop me. My hands trailed up her thighs as I lifted the skirt up to her stomach; I quickly found the thin fabric that separated me from her delicious folds. Kissing at her thighs, I spread them without hesitation and dove in, pulling at her thin underwear causing them to tear. "Shit!" she groaned as I pulled the tattered panties from underneath her. "I'm sorry" I called out, kissing at the red line that grazed the deep v of her hips. "Let me take care of that" I spoke lowly. Continuing to kiss and suck at the affected flesh of her hips, there was a slight push against me. "I'll be fine, just go lower baby" Natasha's sweet voice encouraged. Following her command, my tongue crept between her sweet folds, my tongue wrapped around her clit in a tight hold. Taking in the taste of her, the cool air as I inhaled caused Natasha to whine in pleasure.

My eyes met hers as I watched her throw her head back, damn she was beautiful. I pulled her away from the mirror so that she'd be on the edge of the counter. In this moment, I devoured her pussy as my tongue flicked back and forth at her clit, I used my thumb to pull her folds back and used the tip of my tongue to hear that angelic voice call my name. With just a few strokes of my tongue, Natasha cried out for me and gripped a handful of my hair. It wasn't enough for me that my tongue made her crazy, I wanted us to skip out on this on this gathering and spend some alone time together. Slurping on her delicious pussy, I stared at her intensely as she rolled her hips on my tongue. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, but I didn't want this moment to end. Staying present in the moment I focused my attention back to her body and sucked on her juicy set of lips and left hickeys on her thighs. I sucked my index and middle finger and playfully coated them in her folds. Lifting up from the ground to kiss her passionately, I immediately felt my way to her center, my fingers slowly disappeared inside of her. I watched as she pulled her lips away from mine to take in the immense feeling that I put her through, her bottom lip quivered as her left thigh slightly twitched at my fingers' entrance. "You like that?" I asked? Natasha shook her head slowly in agreement, not breaking eye contact with me.

I curled my fingers at her g-spot and admired as her mouth popped open forming an "O", she gasped in pleasure and gripped my wrist with quick reaction. Smiling, I kissed her top lip, and sucked on her bottom lip before she finally came to. Continuing to stroke her spot, Natasha's moans filled the bathroom. As I was going back down to get another taste, she stopped me. "Bae, we gotta...Mer..." she let out. I scooped her from the counter bridal style and laid her on our bed. Climbing on top of her I kissed her neck, "What is it?" I asked. "The party thing... with Mercedes" she whispered. "Yeah, what about it?" I asked unbuckling the belt on my shorts. "We have to get ready to go see Mercedes" she blushed. "I know" I replied to her dropping my shorts hovering over her, giving her lips a quick peck.

Natasha placed her hand on my shoulder, "Jermaine" she stated. Anytime Natasha called me by my first name, I knew she meant business. "Once that thing goes in me, you know we can't stop" she teased looking down at the bulge in my boxer briefs. "You right" I laughed and got off her. "You lucky we got somewhere to be" I said pulling up my shorts and buckling my belt. "Boy you lucky!" She teased getting off the bed, she removed her skirt and bralette and walked into the closet. "Where you think you going?" I asked following her, admiring her body. "I changed my mind. I like this jumpsuit better" Natasha winked at me before stepping into her outfit, one leg at a time. "I'ma go up front before I toss yo ass back on this bed. You teasing me girl" I bragged.

NATASHA

As much as I hated to turn down some dick from King, we "had" to be at Mercedes' house to spend some quality time with her. Pulling into the driveway, I texted Audrey and let her know that King and I would be walking in shortly. "You sure you wanna do this? We can still go home and finish what we were working on" King said to me with seductive eyes. "Let's at least give it a shot, if not we have all night to finish what we started" I replied. King sighed and pulled me into a quick kiss, "You know I planned on being deep inside all day, so you owe me for every minute that I'm outside of you" King barked. I bit my bottom lip and felt myself growing wet at his threat, "Get that ass out the car before I change my mind girl!" King said sternly. This man had a way of keeping me on my toes, "Sir yes sir!" I groaned with pleasure. Getting out of the car, King walked over to my side and pecked my lips before we joined hands. Walking inside, Mercedes' brother James greeted King and I with a glass of champagne. Taking the glass, King and I discussed the home décor of Mercedes house, we were interrupted by Audrey walking up to us. "So good to finally see you sis! King, how you been?" she questioned. "I've been good, how's Taye?" King asked. "He's somewhere around here" Audrey said looking around. "I'll find him, I'll leave you and Tash to chat. Good to see you" King responded. As King walked away Audrey and I were left alone to catch up. "So what did you need to talk to me about the other day" Audrey asked. "Girl... So I went out with Alana to the club this past Friday right?" I started off. "Yeah, I remember, Taye wanted me to stay home" Audrey said rolling her eyes. I chuckled, "Yeah well when she and I went ou-" "Audrey! Natasha! I'm glad you two could make it!" Mercedes said interrupting me.

"Yeah, anytime" I said irritated. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" Mercedes asked. "Well Natasha was just about to tell me about her eventful night on Friday" Audrey added. "Well, you can tell us both in just a moment. As you two know I brought you here to see my new home" Mercedes said in excitement. "Yeah, it's really nice" I commented. "Yes girl! You've been away for a few months so it's good to see you finally settled and happy" Audrey added. "Thank you!" Mercedes said hugging Audrey and I. Pulling away, I noticed a ring on Mercedes' finger. "Oh shit sis! You've been gone for a year and you come back engaged! Who wifed you up?!" I asked holding her left hand admiring her gorgeous ring. Mercedes smiled, "That would be my fiancé!" Mercedes replied. A tall, mocha skin toned man walked by us with his head in his phone. "Baby!" Mercedes called out. He looked up at Mercedes and kissed her cheek. "This is my fiancé, Adonis" Mercedes said. "Nice to meet you" Audrey said simply. My heart dropped, this was the handsome stranger I had woken up next to Saturday morning. "Honey these are my friends Audrey and Natasha" Mercedes introduced. "Nice to meet you, Audrey and Natalie" Adonis replied. I raised my brow at his intentional mistake, eyeing him intently. "Baby its Audrey and Natasha!" Mercedes said hitting his chest. Adonis held his chest , "I'm sorry bae, I've met so many people today, I can't keep up" He admitted.

Mercedes rolled her eyes "Now is not the time Adonis" she said irritated. Adonis wanted to say something, but kissed Mercedes' cheek instead and walked off. "Nat, I'm sorry girl. Adonis has been all over the place today" she admitted. I downed the rest of my champagne, "Don't worry about it Merc" I replied nonchalantly, taken aback at the news. "So, how'd you two meet?" Audrey asked noticing the change in my demeanor. "We met randomly at an art show. I was looking for a few pieces for my apartment at the time." Mercedes replied. "Walk with me, I want to give you guys a tour of the house!" Mercedes said happily taking my hand, she walked alongside Audrey and took hers as well. We continued to hold our glasses of champagne since we were away from the kitchen. As we walked down the hall Audrey and Mercedes continued to talk, while I tried to keep my composure. Every time I blinked all I could picture was that night between Adonis and I, I couldn't get his strokes out of my head, nor could I forget his big plump soft lips against mine. I couldn't get over how he butchered my name today, purposely. For some reason, I felt a way about his lack of acknowledgement towards me and I couldn't seem to shake the feeling. My feelings of displeasure towards Adonis were short lived when I noticed Audrey and Mercedes had stopped to look at a room. "Why'd you guys stop?" I asked. Mercedes smiled, "Girl come in here and look at Adonis & I's bedroom! You look like you were zoned out back there" Mercedes said. Walking into the room I instantly felt another shift in my mood. The room consisted of the grey and white duvet bedding that felt all too familiar, the television was mounted perfectly in the center of the wall. Not to mention the mirrors that were plastered on the ceiling above the bed, perfect for a sexual show. Standing in this room brought back earth-shattering memories and I couldn't believe that I had been here. I had been here sleeping in THEIR bed. I turned around and noticed the paintings on the wall, "These are beautiful Mercedes" I complimented. "Thanks, these were some of the first paintings that I had ever made. Adonis bought them on the day that we met. He thought they'd be perfect in here in our bedroom. He said he wanted to wake up to them every morning" Mercedes added.

I felt a wave of emotions in just a split second. My heart began to pound rapidly causing a shortness of breath as I walked out of the room. I instantly dropped my empty glass on the hardwood floors causing it to shatter. The noise alarmed Mercedes and Audrey and they rushed to my side. "Natasha you okay? Your hands are shaking" Mercedes questioned with concern. "I'm... f-fi-fi-fi-fine" I let out in between breaths attempting to pick up the broken glass, my hands began to shake faster and I felt myself getting sweaty. "She's having a panic attack! Fuck this glass, get her some water!" Audrey yelled. Audrey slapped my hand causing me to drop the glass, "Don't worry about that Tash, come on let's get you some fresh air" she said wrapping her arm around me walking me down the hall to open the door outside. "Let's just stand out here for a minute, Mercedes should be back with some water, ok?" Audrey said. I shook my head in agreement. "I need you to take a deep breath and just relax for me mama, let's be present in the moment" Audrey encouraged. Agreeing, I attempted to inhale deeply and exhale slowly. "You want me to go get King?" Aubrey questioned. "No Dre it's okay. He freaks out really bad. Just get me some wa...wate...water. And I'll be fine. I can calm myself down" I let out. "Aight, but let me know if you need me." Audrey said as Mercedes walked up with a bottle of water. "I'm sorry I took so long, you need anything else?" Mercedes asked. I shook my head no and took a sip of water, "But thank you. I'm gonna chill out here for a moment. Keep Audrey company until I get back ok?" I said to Mercedes. Mercedes and Audrey hugged me before walking back inside.

Catching my breath and enjoying the cool liquid down my throat, I was able to take a seat on the steps and admire the view of the neighborhood. This was really getting the best of me and I could feel it, it's so hard for me to smile in Mercedes' face right now and be happy for her, when I can't. I've been in her house, and in her bed, probably all over that shit just like she would be. Sighing, I took a sip of my water and tried to relax, I stood up and decided to walk down the walkway to look at the exterior of the house when I walked right into Adonis. Shit. "What are you doing out here?" he questioned. "I needed some air, shouldn't you be entertaining the guests?!" "I was just about to head inside but I couldn't avoid you on the way" Adonis said lifting my chin towards his. "You look pale, you sure you good?" he asked. I pulled away from him quickly. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Why didn't you tell me you were engaged Donnie?" I snapped. "The same reason you didn't tell me about your man, Natasha!" Adonis retorted. I rolled my eyes, "But I'm not the one getting married!" I said. "You sure about that?! I seen how he was all over you when you two walked in" Adonis said. "So what Adonis?! And how dare you fuck me here!" I said hitting him in the chest. Adonis walked up on me, his 6 foot build of a body towered over me. "Where else was I supposed to take you?! I'm very well known and I couldn't be caught renting a room?!" Adonis said harshly. "We shouldn't have done it!" "But what we did! And I'm not done with you!" Adonis said lowly. I looked away from him and took a sip of water. As I lowered the bottle from my mouth, Adonis took the bottle from me and finished it. I just stared at him slightly puzzled, but a bit turned on.

"Are you satisfied with how things are going with you and ol' boy?" Adonis asked getting to the point. I gasped at his boldness, and responded. "Yes, I'm very satisfied with Jermaine" "Jermaine is it?" Adonis chuckled showing his dimples, "When's the last time you and Jermaine had sex? Or have you not touched him since Friday night?" Adonis asked looking down at me, searching my eyes. I finally made eye contact with him, "I don't think that's any of your business" I retorted. "So you mean to tell me that you haven't had sex in 5 days?! If you were mine, I'd satisfy you with every breath in my body as much as you can endure" Adonis said seductively, caressing my face. That look in his eyes and his touch sent chills down my spine, "If you need it all you gotta do is call me." He added. I pulled away from Adonis, "It's a good thing that I'm not" I replied before walking away. I needed to get inside where someone could see me, and quick.

I didn't want to be caught alone with Adonis. I found King sitting on the back patio with Taye, Rich, and Dro. I sat on King's lap and placed a kiss on his cheek. "There she is" King said cheerfully. He took a sip of his drink and rubbed my back. "You okay? I heard about the episode upstairs" King questioned. I sighed, "Yes baby I'm fine" I said taking his drink, I took a sip and instantly gave it back to him, the bitter taste of Jack & Coke turned my face sour. King chuckled, "You know I could've helped if you needed me to" he added. "It's fine, Audrey and Mercedes had my back" I said. "Yeah and Audrey told me not to check on you too, but she told me you didn't look too good" King said. I hated when he would chastise me about my panic attacks. I sighed and shook my head. "Don't do my boy like that, he just concerned about you sis. " Taye added. "I know, I know. And Audrey made sure I was straight, if it was really bad I would've told her to go get King" I said. Taye laughed, "Look, you ain't gotta be tough with me. You know me and Audrey got you too. Just take it easy on King. Do it for me" Taye encouraged. I smiled at Taye as Audrey walked up. "I see someone else is concerned about you too. Don't be mad at me" Audrey said sitting in Taye's lap. She gave him a quick kiss and turned her attention back to me. "It's fine, I'm good now. I just needed a moment alone, crowds get to me sometimes" I admitted. King leaned up and kissed my cheek. I turned my attention to him and leaned against him and whispered in his ear, "We should go home and finish what we started" I said biting at his ear. King slightly pinched my thigh, "Let's stay a little longer and be social and I promise I got you" he said to me. My heart instantly fell in my ass. I wasn't in the mood to be rejected, especially after the encounter that I had with Adonis outside. Come to think of it, I didn't even realize that it had been 5 days since I've had sex, I wasn't exactly looking to do anything either; considering my infidelity. I grabbed King's drink and decided to take a long sip of it despite the nasty taste, if he wasn't going to get me off, the drink definitely would do the trick.

As we sat around talking, Mercedes and Adonis walked in with a bottle of Hennessey and a stack of shot glasses. "Alright everybody gather around the beer pong table!" Adonis called out. "Since we are here to have a good time I was thinking we should play a game" he said. "What is it?" Alana called out as she held Dro's hand. "It's called Never Have I Ever, I'll start off by saying "Never Have I Ever done. . . ." whatever it is that I haven't done, and if you've done it then you take a shot. If not... we'll make you drink to something that you have done!" Adonis announced. I sighed. "I'm good on this game. I'm not airing out my dirty laundry to ya'll. My man knows what I have and haven't done and that's all that matters!" I called out, damn the liquor hit quick. "Oh aight then, that's cool. But everyone here is in a relationship so what makes you so special?" Adonis snapped. "Adonis!" Mercedes called out, "Quit picking with Natasha, if she doesn't wanna play she doesn't have to" Mercedes intervened. King was about to take a sip of his drink when he noticed it was near empty, he leaned into me and lifted me from his lap, "Bae let's go take a walk" he said to me. "I'm sorry Tasha, Donnie didn't mean it" she said walking over to me. "She didn't either, she's just had a little too much of my drink, forgive her" King said to Mercedes as we walked outside.

"Are you okay?" King asked me as we walked down the walkway. "No! I wanna go home." I replied. "Baby, starting an argument over a game is not the way to do it!" King replied. "Okay but when I asked you if we could go home you wanted to stay! I told that we didn't have to stay long" I said. King moved closer to me, looking around before he spoke. "And I didn't want to come here in the first place! I told you I was doing this for you!" King snapped. I rolled my eyes, "Well we have unfinished business and I want to go home! It's been 5 days already!" I said harshly. "You would be the one counting, you haven't touched me since night you came back from being with Alana at the club! We could've been in bed all day, but no you wanted to be here; so I wanted to make sure you got your time in since this was so important to you!" King said sarcastically. I huffed and began walking away from him. King took me by the hand, "Don't blame this frustration on me. I'm not going back down that road that you took me through with Malcolm" King warned. I snatched away from him. "How dare you bring up some shit from the past at a time like this! King I am not doing this here!" I said raising my voice. "Well fine. Go inside and tell everyone bye so we can get your cranky non- sex having ass to the house!" King snapped.

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Can I request 15, 29, 38 for some naughty angsty Ethan x MC please? 😍🙏🏽

Thanks for the prompt Anon 💖

You can find the prompt list here.

#15-“How do you want to do this?”

#29-“Be quiet! You’ll get us caught!”

#38-“Nothing about us is conventional”

Warning: NSFW, smut, a little bit of angst, and it's kinda long

Author's note: Tumblr is being a bitch and not letting me add the read more tag 😔🤧 so forgive me.

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @junggoku @ethandaddyramsey @edith-eggs1 @ethanramseysgirl (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list 😊)

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Leah stared at her reflection in the mirror, contemplating what to wear.

How do you even dress up for a party at the governor's mansion? Leah racked her brain but the dilemma still continued.

Since the day she treated the first son, the governor had a soft spot for Ethan and her. Today was her birthday and she had personally invited the two of them. It was eight in the evening and she had to reach there in half an hour.

Ah fuck it. She took the white halter back dress. It was simple yet exquisite. It was pinched at her waist and flared till her mid thigh. The dress dipped till her mid back, exposing her strong back muscles. Years of swimming for the nationals did that for you.

She was just wearing her diamond teardrop earrings which her mom gave, when her phone pinged. It was a message from Ethan.

E🦒- I'm reaching in five... Be ready

Leah sighed and slipped on her heels. There was palpable tension between the two which was getting harder to deal with. She knew it was driving him mad as well.

I mean, how many cold showers would he take when he decided that enough was enough?

As she reached the lobby, she saw Ethan's car waiting on the curb. She knocked on the window and Ethan looked up, giving her a breathtaking smile.

"Hey Dr. Ramsey. You clean up good." She smiled up at him, which made Ethan's heart beat faster.

"Hey Dr. Garcia. You look great." Ethan lamely responded. 'Great' didn't even encompass how truly stunning she looked. She looked like an angel, innocent and pure. The brown eyes that twinkled with excitement and dimples in her cheek was making him go crazy.

Oh lord, why do I have to put up with a case of blue balls everytime I meet her?

The ride was short and they talked, but it was hard to ignore the sexual tension which had been building up since weeks. There were instances, when Ethan's hand almost went and rested on her caramel thighs. He clenched the steering wheel till his knuckles were white.

It wasn't any easier for Leah as well. He looked delicious. The tux fitted him like a second skin. The bowtie just gave him brownie points. The way the the streetlights casted shadows on his strong jawline made her want to trace them with her fingers.

God, please give me the strength to not jump his bones this evening.

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The party was boring. It was way too extravagant for their taste. There were champagne fountains and ice sculptures. Ethan and Leah continued to bitch about how the rich people just waste money. The amount of money that has gone in this party, could have easily helped them treat ten patients in the free clinic.

But sadly, that's the harsh and bitter truth.

Socializing can get tiresome and Leah had already downed three glasses of champagne in the last half an hour. The only thing which made the entire ordeal tolerable was warm sensation of alcohol that was slowly seeping into her veins and Ethan's heated gazes.

They were seated on a round table, facing a stage where some woman was singing opera. Leah was seated between Ethan and a CEO of a bigshot company, who was getting chatty as his glass was being refilled with the amber liquid.

They were just making polite small talk, when she felt Ethan's leg brush against her bare leg. She looked at him from the corner of the eye, but he just wore an impassive expression, casually chatting with his neighbour. Leah narrowed her eyes.

Well, two can play a game.

As she continued to talk with her neighbour, she casually kept her hand on his thigh, and squeezed.

Ethan's eyes widened. "Are you okay Dr. Ramsey?" His neighbour asked.

He coughed, "Yeah yeah. Everything is perfect."

Leah continued her journey north, pausing to squeeze every now and then. Ethan waited with bated breath, when her hand was close to his dick, but she just drew her hand away and took a sip of her wine, smirking.

Oh this minx is going to have it. Ethan thought to himself, as he narrowed his eyes slightly.

A spoon clanked to the floor. "Oops, sorry." Ethan said, as he bent down to pick it up. Leah just side eyed him and turned towards the entree placed in front of her. She was about to eat her food when she felt his hand, sliding up her smooth calf, slow and tantalizing.

He came up with his spoon and gave an embarassed smile but, his hands continued their journey up. She widened her legs, under the table cloth, giddy with anticipation.

His hand never stopped. They caressed, squeezed and rubbed her until he reached her throbbing core.

Leah bit her lip, enjoying the feeling of his deft fingers rubbing her through her panties. The friction just over stimulated her pussy and she gripped the tablecloth tightly when she felt his fingers move her panties.

"Are you excited?" The CEO asked.

Leah's eyes widened and at that instant his fingers entered her dripping cunt.

"Mmmh-huh?" Leah controlled her moan.

"Are you excited to be part of the best diagnostics team? How's your boss?"

Well my boss has his fingers deep in my cunt..

"Ohhhh. It been..uh quite an experience." Leah managed to choke out. She glared at him, hoping that Ethan would get the hint and stop. But that just fuelled his movements.

Ethan smirked at his victory.

"Um, excuse me. I'm not feeling too well." Leah took his hand out of her and headed to the nearest bathroom.

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She was about to close the door when Ethan smoothly entered in and leaned back on the door, closing it.

Leah was breathing heavily and Ethan's eyes were dark. "How do you want to do this?" Leah asked as he slowly stalked towards the basin against which she was leaning.

"I have a couple of ideas." He said in a deep husky voice which made her squeeze her thighs.

"Go on then. Enlighten me."

"First, I am going to get you out of that pretty little dress you got there. After I have got you naked-" he pressed his growing erection against her core, eliciting a breathless moan from her."-and wanton-" He pinned her hands on either side and got his lips to the shell of her ear.

"- I'll drive you wild." He whispered, biting her earlobe. Leah gave a gasp and she gushed, her need intensifying.

He grinded against her core, and Leah gave out another moan, enjoying the friction. "I will keep getting you to the edge until you can't take it anymore. You will be begging for release."

"God Ethan. Fuck me now."

He gave her a smirk and crashed his lips against her. They kissed with heated fervour, not once backing down. He turned her around and pressed her against the sink, pushing her hair to one side.

His hands rapidly untied the knot of her halter dress. Her breasts spilled out of the dress and he grabbed both of them, massaging them. Leah was trying her best to keep it low but she just couldn't. With his hands playing with her breasts and him dry humping her from the behind, it was just too much.

Ethan kissed her neck and whispered, "Be quiet, sunshine. We will get caught." He sucked on her neck, hard and let it go with a pop.

Leah could see the bright red hickey on her neck through the mirror. He had staked his claim, which just yelled one thing.

Mine.

He unbuckled his belt with lightening speed and nudged her leg with his, so that she could spread them wide. She bent down and rubbed her ass against him. He grabbed the lacy material of her panties and ripped it off clean.

That is the hottest thing I have ever see.

She was getting impatient and fidgety which only earned her a slap on her ass. She squealed and Ethan gripped her waist, tightly.

Sheathing himself with a condom, he aligned himself against her. He slid himself against her slick folds, nudging her clit which made her close her eyes with the pleasure.

"Sunshine... I want you to keep your eyes open. Look at your reflection. Look at the expression you make when I am fucking you. The expression which drives me crazy." With that he plunged into her.

She opened her eyes but it was so hard. She caught a glance of her reflection. Her eyes were a shade of dark brown, her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip and there was a thin layer of sweat accumulating on her forehead.

She looked thoroughly fucked.

Ethan kept pounding into her. The sounds of skin slapping, was borderline obscene. His hands never stayed in one place. They wandered, from her breasts, down her stomach, to her cunt, teasing and pinching, slowly pushing her towards the edge.

He hit her sweet spot, which made her gasp loudly. "Right there baby... Right there."

Ethan obliged. She was now on the brink of falling apart.

"Come for me sunshine."

And she did. Ethan's hand reached to cover her mouth, so as to muffle the scream of pleasure she gave out. They both climaxed at the same time, in perfect synchrony.

After getting down from their high, he kissed her cheek and nuzzled against her neck. "Who would have thought... We would be fucking in the Mayor's mansion?" Ethan breathed out, laughing under his breath.

Leah chuckled, enjoying the soreness in her core. "Baby, don't you know? Nothing about us is conventional.”

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Blending left field jazz elements with club tropes to forge something truly new, Emma-Jean Thackray's work is never less than riveting. New album Yellow is out on July 2, with the composer commenting: “It’s a record about togetherness, the oneness of all things in the universe, showing love and kindness, human connection. I approached the record by trying to simulate a life-changing psychedelic experience, an hour where we see behind the curtain to a hidden dimension, where the physical realm melts away and we finally see that we are all one.” Set to be released via her own Movementt imprint, the album is led by gorgeous new single 'Say Something' - opening with glimmers of Rhodes piano, it leans on that hi-hat shuffle before Emma-Jean Thackray uses her voice to elevate the song. A plea towards communication, it's a powerful introduction. [via Clash]

Philadelphia punk rockers Mannequin Pussy have released the title track to Perfect, their upcoming EP due out May 21. The new song comes with a flashy music video that’s inspired by the kitschy glamor of Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion, too. Musically, 'Perfect' is a distorted blaze of rock guitars that sees vocalist-guitarist Missy eviscerating the idea that people must manicure their own social media presence. “Last year, I found myself spending more time on my phone than I ever had in my life… I realized that through years of social media training, many of us have grown this deep desire to manicure our lives to look as perfect, as aspirational as possible,” explained Missy in a statement. “We want to put ourselves out there, share our lives, our stories, our day to day — and these images and videos all shout the same thing: ‘Please look at me, please tell me I’m so perfect.’ It’s simultaneously a declaration of our confidence but edged with the desperation that seeks validation from others.” In the accompanying music video, directed by Missy, viewers get to watch as a 10-year reunion at Sugarbush High slowly unravels. It opens on three former classmates, all three of whom are pregnant, dishing some hushed gossip and talking about how they want to get plastic surgery that’s so good they mistake one another for strangers. Cue two students-turned-drag queens making a grand entrance and strutting their stuff on the dance floor (mirroring the 1997 comedy classic) while old classmates gasp, shield their eyes, and panic. Meanwhile, Mannequin Pussy can be seen tearing up the band stage while they perform live. [via Consequence]

Following the release of her debut EP I Can’t Cry For You in December, Manchester’s Phoebe Green is back with new bop ‘IDK’. “[It] explores a complete detachment from reality, observing things from a place of total apathy and feeling as though I’m witnessing my life as a bystander with little to no connection to it,” Phoebe explains. “It’s a horrible state to be in, I think it happens when I get overwhelmed.” [via DIY]

Fast-rising French-Korean artist spill tab is unveiling her latest mesmerising single ‘Anybody Else’. Accompanied by a new vid directed by friend and collaborator Jade Sadler, spill tab says, “This song is cheesy as fuck but I love it, it’s pretty straight forward, a little shameless - the lyrics are sort of a way of expressing my love without openly saying I love you. Jade Sadler (the video director) and I just wanted to have a shit ton of fun on this one. We thought about something with narrative or plot and it was just getting to be too corny. I wanted something lighthearted and playful, so we decided we would have all of our homies in this video paired with different colors and angles and set designs. I’m so excited with the way it turned out.” [via DIY]

Willow Kayne has shared her debut single 'Two Seater'. The Gen Z talent links together huge opposing forces, creating her own potent brand of rebel-pop. New single 'Two Seater' finds Willow blazing a trail, upending convention through melding together differing sounds. The lush, 90s inspired soundscape leans on nostalgic impulses, but her punk-like disregard for convention is sheer pop futurism. Produced by DANIO, it finds Willow Kayne coming into her own completely off the bat. [via Clash]

BENEE has shared a video for her single ‘Happen To Me’. It’s the latest cut from her debut album, Hey u x, which arrived last November featuring guest spots from the likes of Grimes, Lily Allen and Flo Milli. “This song is super important to me,” she says. “It’s the opening track [on the album]. It’s the first song where I’ve written about anxiety. The lyrics are pretty dark. Life is pretty crazy right now, and I think it’s important to talk about this kind of stuff.” Of the video, she adds: “Stoked to be sharing this music video with everyone! I filmed it with a bunch of mates, and it was the coolest set! Hope you love it as much as I do.” [via Dork]

Los Angeles-based art-pop artist Kit Major has shared the music video for 'When the Drugs Don't Work,' a more introspective stab at her signature dark, electropop sound. Blending driving dance beats and thumping hyperpop-influenced synths, Kit Major creates an intoxicating elixir of soundbites and grit. Taking inspiration from Charli XCX, Billie Eilish, and Charlotte Lawrence, 'When the Drugs Don't Work' dives into the overwhelming vulnerability and panic of failing to curb a depressive episode with medication. With this release, Kit Major furthers her efforts to be open and make light of her mental health struggles. On the video, Kit Major shares, "'When The Drugs Don't Work' was filmed in one weekend, directed by my best friend in my departed grandparents' now empty house. We filmed this in quarantine without a crew and worked to create a dark & twisted fairytale together. When I first started thinking about the video, I knew I wanted a more lighthearted take to balance the darker theme of my mental health in the song. I wrote the lyric, “little princess hurt locked away inside her palace,” because sometimes when I'm isolated in my room I visualize myself as a Disney princess running inside her castle, instead of being in my bed, surrounded by empty water bottles. This song was written from a mix of different perspectives including my own, my persona, and outside voices. I think we accomplished the storytelling behind WTDDW by portraying the importance of imagination and trusting yourself."  Alongside, director Noël Dombroski adds, "WDDW is a raw, introspective song from Kit that shines a light on parts of herself that at times may be hard to face. We were lucky enough to be able to shoot at Kit's late grandparents' house, an emotionally significant location that acts in the video as the inside of Kit's head. We wanted to challenge viewers to look at every facet of themselves and realize that each part is valuable, even if you may not like it. A conversation we had a lot was about the color scene, where the image of Kit is being pulled apart by color channels. You may hate one of those colors, but you still need it to create that full image. The same can sometimes be said about depression - it may be a layer of yourself that you don't care for, but without that experience, I don't know that WDDW could exist." The music video dives into the psychological turmoil at the heart of the track with a hyperstylized touch. Spotlights wander through a funhouse version of Kit's childhood home, hunting down our protagonist, who we find trapped behind bars, downing teardrops from teacups and champagne from the bottle. Simultaneously unnerving and stimulating in a Paranormal Activity-meets Alice in Wonderland aestheticism, the music video for 'When the Drugs Don't Work' dives into the floating images of a mental breakdown with a fever dream lucidity.

Number One Popstar continues to prove herself as a powerhouse, shaking up the music world with her fresh, unapologetic beats. This week, she shares another one, her new single 'Forever 21.' And no, it’s not about clothes. 'Forever 21' begins with a kicking beat, but subdued with reflective, twinkly keys. It’s a perfect mix of existential dread and dance. Carrying this vibe throughout, it breaks in between with a beaming guitar-driven bridge. Lyrically, the track makes us question why brands and media make it seem like our twenties are our prime, when we still have our whole lives ahead of us? Despite the effervescent pop sound, Hollowell got vulnerable about her past and its effect on the song, saying, "I initially started writing 'Forever 21' when I found myself looking back on my early 20’s, wanting to recapture the hopeful and dumb feelings of my youth. But the longer I spent on the song, the more it became a reflection of the loss I faced when my parents passed away in my early 20s. I started looking at my own fear of death, of dying like them. I really didn’t know where my life was headed back then. […] I eventually turned that painful experience into a motivation to go after everything I wanted in life. To be seriously less serious, recognizing everything is fleeting.” Like her other music videos, Hollowell likes to flip popular culture and societal expetations on their head. While also bringing the fear of aging to life, she also reminds audiences to stay present instead of holding on to youth. [via Earmilk]

Following in the footsteps of Prince and Lizzo, Dizzy Fae is set to become the Twin Cities’ next pop sensation. She just dropped her brand new track, 'BODY MOVE', and much like the name suggests, it will make you want to move. Self-described as alternative R&B, Fae takes a few notes from contemporary hyperpop artists like Charli XCX and Doja Cat with an industrial iciness that plays off the technicolor pop melodies. It’s an influence you can hear on 'BODY MOVE', produced by New York’s Stelios (Young Thug, SZA). The track builds itself off a snappy, rubber band bass line indebted to pop’s recent disco revival. “It’d be so cruel if I didn’t let my body move,” Fea’s voice loops through a robotic filter. A buzzing drum machines barrels in at the chorus, transforming the lightly retro groove to a futuristic club track more akin to the production styles of 100 gecs. But for all the modern influences, the Ying Yang Twins reference shows she’s a student of all types of music. [via Consequence]

Technically, 'Your Power' is not the lead single from Billie Eilish’s newly announced album Happier Than Ever. The album includes two songs she released last year: the jazzy, well received ballad 'my future' and the contemptuous multi-format radio hit 'Therefore I Am.' However, 'Your Power' is the first song Eilish has released since announcing the new album, debuting her new look, and officially commencing her LP2 era, so there’s definitely a deep sense of anticipations around the song. Eilish teased 'Your Power' this week with a brief sound snippet featuring acoustic guitar and the words “Try not to use your power” sung to a Feist-y melody. Now the full song and its Eilish-directed music video have arrived. The completed record remains as soft, pretty, and devastatingly sad as the preview audio. In the clip, a slow pan across a mountainside in the Simi Valley reveals Eilish in the clutches of a gigantic snake. (A press release specifies that it’s an 80-pound anaconda.) [via Stereogum]

[cost-of-chaos]

All you Need is Love (Chapter Three)

Roger Taylor x OC

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: Phonesex, masturbation

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It had just past 9 and I had finally found myself some peace from nosy relatives, in the corner of the grand ballroom. I sat with my back against the baroque style panelling, cradling my cake in my lap as a sat cross-legged on the floor, giving some respite to my aching feet. I should have insisted against these new pair of heals, since when is wearing heels in for six hours ever a good idea?

I still couldn’t get my head around the fact that my 22 year old sister was getting married to some annoyingly pompous asshole she met while studying at her fancy pansy American college. As I watched her sway offbeat to a poor rendition of Elvis’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by a tone-deaf wedding singer, I couldn’t help but judge her a little bit. Don’t get me wrong the song brings a tear to my eyes on a good day, but she was literally throwing her life away for someone she met a year ago. I reached for my flute of champagne and downed the whole thing in one gulp.

When I was her age, I’d only just started dating Roger, now here we are seven years later and I’ve not thought of marriage once. I’ve never been happier with my life. My art is growing in popularity, gallery showings are becoming more frequent and living together with Roger has been just as amazing as I thought it would be. We are best friends, lovers and dare I say even soul mates, but alas my little sister was showing more commitment to her man than I had ever shown to the love of my life. All we had to show for our relationship was a rented out flat and a cat. Just like that, I was feeling inferior to my baby sister for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

I was transfixed by the happy couple, in the middle of the dance floor completely oblivious to the world around them and I began to really miss my man after a week apart. Right. That’s it, enough of listening to lame music surrounded by most boring people in the whole of Connecticut making fools of themselves on the dance floor and enough weaving to avoid horribly awkward conversations with distant relatives. I stood up and walked up to the waiter who had just popped the cork of a Moët Chandon, I swiped it from his hand and kept walking, I needed to get drunk. I took another glance at my surroundings once more, scratch that, I need to get drunk and be alone.

After finding my way back to my room after getting lost in the rabbit warren that was this fancy hotel I undid the zip on my dress all the way down to the bright pink bow sitting over my ass. I shimmied out of the heavy taffeta and flopped onto the large bed, open bottle of champagne still clutched in my hand.

I brought the bottle to my lips and took a large gulp of the bubbly yellow liquid. I nestled the bottle between my breasts so I could take my hair out of its intricate updo. As I was removing the many clips keeping my hair up, I noticed the underwear I was wearing. It was the pale pink lace underwear set which Roger had bought for me for Valentine’s Day last year. And just like that, I was overwhelmed by the desperate need to hear his voice.

I pulled the phone off the bedside table and dialled the number he’d told me he’d be reachable on for the next couple of days. “Hee-loo” I heard the groggy raspy voice I was so used to hearing when I woke up.

“Hiya Rog” I said sheepily, now feeling slightly guilty for waking him up.

“Ronnie, its 4 in the morning, is everything okay? Are you okay?”

“Everything is fine… sorry for waking you up I just miss you is all” I said, wrapping the phone cord around my finger as I counted the ceiling tiles above me. “I miss you soo much, your touch, your kisses, I want to feel you next to me, holding me. I long to feel your skin next to mine and feel you inside of me again,”

“Oh!” Roger exclaimed with excitement as he realised what was happening.

“A week is too long Roggie.”

“I miss you too V, You wanna know what I’d do if you were with me right now? I’d kiss you, leaving a trail from your lips to your neck, between your tits, to that tender spot on your upper thigh, leaving hickeys all over your body. I want to feel your wetness through your panties while I tease you.” I was growing wetter with every word he was saying, I could feel my breathing deepen as my desire for him grew.

“Alright love, I better get back to sleep, I have to get up early in the morning”

“Oh no you don’t bucko! “You’ve gotten me all wet, now you’re not going anywhere until I cum”. I took another  swig of the champagne, this was going to be fun.

“Did I tell you what I bought the other day while I was in New York City for the bachelorette party? I visited a little store called Eve’s Garden and they have all sorts of wonderful inventions. Truly wonderful inventions. I bought one and it’s been keeping me company while I’ve been soo many miles away from you but… I think this will be muuuch better”. I could hear Rogers breath hitch through the phone when he realised what I was talking about. I scooted off the bed and rifled through my bag until I found the wand. I plugged it into the socket and laid back down on the bed.

“You ready baby?” I asked, in the most sultry innocent voice I could manage.

“More ready than you could imagine, I’m already so hard thinking about you baby girl.”

“Good. Picture this. We’re in our apartment. I push you up against the wall and I crash my lips onto yours, I lick your lips for permission to enter and you quickly allow…” I let out a quiet moan as I turned on the device and the vibrations made me arch my back up off the bed in pleasure. “I trail my hands up the back of your shirt and I feel our muscles relax. I kiss you breathless before moving my kisses down your neck. I pull off your shirt and place wet kisses down your chest and trace down the waistband of your pants.” I licked my lips as I thought of Rogers manhood, “I miss sucking that big cock baby.”

The line was silent, and I was worried I was the only one still turned on but he faintly heard him moan, before speaking again. “Sorry love, I got a little carried away, you’re so hot, is your pussy nice and wet for me angel?”

“Mmhmmm” Was all I could murmer into the phone, even him calling me angel was almost hot enough to be my undoing, I needed him to keep going and keep going now.”

“I kiss you deeply, breaking the kiss only to remove your shirt, I reach around and unclasp your bra, moving my kisses lower and sneaking my hands past your thighs, under the hem of your skirt to your knickers, and baby they’re so wet for me already, are you wet for me baby?”

I let out a strangled moan. “Roger, I miss you, I need you. I want to feel you, I need to feel you inside of me”

I could hear Roger’s own breathing starting to become heavy, he moaned as I begged for his cock. I want you to suck those fingers of yours love, insert them into your tight pussy.” I eagerly followed his orders, loving this sense of dominance which I didn’t see an awful lot of and I quickly found my g spot.

“Roggie… Rog… I’m going to cum baby” I said as I bucked my hips violently into my hand.

“Love I’m not far behind you” He said breathlessly. It only took seconds but I could already feel myself start to shake, and my moans of extasy were soon joined by Rogers as we rode out or orgasms together.

I turned the massager off and dropped it beside me on the bed, as I lifelessly lay there panting, my ear glued to the phone listening Rog do the same thing. After our breathing finally regulated, I was the first one to speak.

“I really miss you babe, I can’t believe we still have a week left until I get to see you again”. I said, sadness washed over me as I realised I was only halfway through my trip to America.

“I miss you too V, but it doesn’t have to be another week if you don’t want it to be.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked, truly confused as to what he was talking about.

“Look inside your suitcase, I believe there may be something in there with your intimates which might help us out.” He said, I could tell he was smiling on the other end of the line. I jumped up with haste and excitement and fell to the floor where my suitcase lay open beside the bed. I rifled through the suitcase until I found a little piece of paper, I pulled it out and as I read it, I couldn’t contain a scream.

“I take it that you like my little surprise?” He asked chuckling. Sitting in my hand was a one-way ticket from Bradley International to Narita International, for tomorrow morning.

“Oh my god! Roger! I can’t believe you did this! I’m going to be in your arms this time tomorrow! I don’t know what to say!”

“You don’t need to say anything! I honestly can’t wait love. I don’t know how I lasted this long without you... Is that totally pathetic?”

“No! It’s like magic to my ears, because if I’m being completely honest, I’ve been missing you like crazy! It’s all love central over here aswell which isn’t making things any easier!”  

“Try being surrounded by thousands of girls screaming for you! And the guys… well, let's just say they’re making the most of the attention” My stomach dropped, I hadn’t actually thought of all the girls who would be throwing themselves all over the boys over there.

I sat there, frozen in place as a sense of dread slowly filled my stomach as my mind flipped between different scenes of Roger in precarious situations.

“I love you, Veronica. I can’t wait to see you later, I have a car organised to pick you up from the airport, I really wanted to do it myself, but apparently, there is a safety issue. I’ve missed you so much... No girl even comes close to you.” He said, reassuring me. Why was I even worried, I knew how amazing he was, of course he’s not going to hurt me. “Well love, I’d love a round two but I need to get up in a few hours, and I believe someONE has some packing to do.”

I groaned in response, knowing our conversation had to come to an end. “ Love you babe, thanks for this chat, I’ll be seeing you later!”

“Love you Ron, keep that pussy ready for me because I’m going to fuck you so hard  you won’t be able to see straight.” The line went deed and I looked around my mess of a room, and back at my large electronic friend beside me. The packing could wait a little longer, I wasn’t quite ready to pack this baby up.

Tags: @perriwiinkle @theglowissodivine

[jasonmyersauthor]

A Sad History Of Beautiful Nostalgia

Sloan sat next to a window in first class. She was on her way home to San Francisco that morning for a three week Christmas break. Before the plane was in the air, before it even began boarding, Sloan was all buzzed from the two shots of brown and the two beers she drank at a bar in JFK that she bought with her fake.

           Sloan had also snorted half a white Xanax bar and by the time the plane was speeding down the runway toward the gray New York sky, all the lingering anxiety created in the aftermath of a night rolling on cut Molly had dissolved from her head and her spine and her shoulders. She was feeling more like, “neutral”, about the trip, even the length of it, than she had at any point up until then so that was a really good thing for her. She was actually proud of it as she drank a glass of white wine and put her headphones on and listened to Smith Westerns.

           Her first taste of New York pussy came in September following an after party in a Williamsburgh loft after seeing them play earlier that night. Her name was Jackie and she was twenty-three and absolutely stunning that evening with her soft black hair hanging straight down the middle of her back, as her dark Venezuelan skin grew moist and shiny from the sweat pushing out of her while she danced alone in the center of the room to an Allah-Las song, a chalice filled with red wine clutched in her hand, her black Chanel cashmere halter top draping loosely off of her and hanging just past her tiny leopard print skirt.

           Sloan had come to the party with a date. A sophomore boy at Columbia majoring in literature who was very handsome and very nice but bored the shit out of her, making him very expendable without any wrenching of the gut.

           It was around three in the morning when that Beach Fossils song, “Sometimes”, began playing from the bedroom Sloan had been hanging out in for over an hour, shot gunning huge slopes of Molly and cocaine. She wanted to dance and she wanted all the girls and boys to watch so she emerged from the room with a bottle of champagne and made her way to the middle of the loft.

           Someone decided to play an LCD Soundsystem record and Sloan’s body immersed itself to the sound accordingly. She wore her hair up that night and had shaved down the left side of it earlier that week. A thousand compliments a day ensued too. That night, she’d wanted to be the sexiest and best dressed doll at the rock show. She was wearing a white chrochet net mini dress with a plain black tank top underneath it that barely touched the top of those lovely thighs of hers. A pair of awesome, knee high, black leather Chanel boots covered the bottom half of her legs. Around her neck hung a Tiffany’s cross double pendant in titanium and sterling silver, a gift from her father, Gerry during a shopping spree at the end of August.

           It wasn’t very long at all until Jackie and Sloan had sought one another out amid the dense crowd of beautiful strangers smeared blue and gold with smiles while bopping their precious, lovely heads to the transducive beats and rhythm of one of the best American bands ever.

           Sloan touched first that night.

           After spending the entirety of “Dance Yrself Clean” with only inches separating them, with neither girl blinking and both of them refusing to look anywhere else until they absolutely had to turn away like a couple of brave, naïve children staring at the sun until their eyes are scorched, Sloan stepped past this South American queen and brushed her forearm with her fingers as she walked toward the bathroom.

           She’d never been kissed like that before.

           With such purpose and intensity and passion.

           Jackie hadn’t bothered to lock the door after she followed Sloan inside. Her lips would stick to Sloan’s neck for seconds at a time while her tongue slid across Sloan’s skin, which she thought tasted like peaches and gumdrops. Then right before Sloan dropped her tight ass onto the wobbly sink, she reached for her crotch and yanked her underwear off, stuffing them into Jackie’s mouth. Once she was comfortable, she pulled the bottom of her dress up.

           Jackie’s tongue felt like a damp paint brush making precise and confident brush strokes on the sensitive insides of her legs. Sloan moaned and squeezed any part of Jackie she could find when her hands weren’t curled into fists. The second that tongue touched pussy, a tiny pleasure shout escaped from Sloan’s throat. Goosebumps covered her legs and every single hair on her neck, every last strand on her arms and back stood up as an index finger gently drove up Sloan’s pussy.

           Unfortunately for the girls though, their glass house of hedonism was smashed into crystal ashes when the door flew open just a moment later and an unconscious dude that Sloan didn’t remember seeing earlier was dragged inside by two other guys and dumped in the bathtub.

           An invisible panic as thick and overwhelming as the New York air in July had already set in and everyone was sweating and scared and ready for some kinda simultaneous, communal, breakdown of the nerves to commence.

           A pretty blonde girl in a black dress who’d handed Sloan the molly mirror less than an hour earlier ran to the tub and dumped two trays of ice on Mister Fucked Up who apparently hadn’t opened his eyes in like ten minutes or maybe it was two.

           As more kids too fucked up to know any better came pushing into the room instead of running away as fucking fast as they could, the idea of calling 911 was debated for maybe like four seconds before it was cut down like the asshole in the tub.

           Cold water poured out of the shower head right after the ice cube fail. Jackie grabbed Sloan’s hand and squeezed it. Sloan looked around the room and realized that nobody fucking cared what may have been happening before this potential felony intrusion occurred.

           A different girl was leaning over and smacking the face of Mister Party Killer as another reality challenged debate broke out about who tried checking his pulse first, what room they’d found him in, and if anyone remembered hearing the supposed pulse checker say anything, fucking anything at all, about their findings.

           And no one had.

           It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

           Specific facts lose their meaning really fast in those dying moments because of the honesty they carry with them. Nobody wants that fucking shit. Nobody wants more honesty after they’ve just been brought to their knees with spectacular brutality and are suddenly living through the most sobering and honest time of their checkered lives.

           And there were at least three baggies of blast being passed around and then another tray of ice cubes was launched and most of it missed the tub entirely somehow.

           “We have to go now,” Jackie whispered while Sloan stared at Mister Amateur all messy and helpless and dying too probably.

           It was the third body to sear those gorgeous Sloan Marcus eyes all up close like that in the last ten years and she was still surprised at the consistency and breathtaking power of death’s awfulness and simplicity.

           “Hey,” Jackie went. “Yo.” She snapped her fingers in front of Sloan’s eyes. “Come on, girl. I’m going right now.”

           Sloan’s eyes didn’t move though. She didn’t even flinch. She’d found another sun in this room somehow.

           “Whatever,” said Jackie, letting go of Sloan’s hand.

           And this is when everything changed again that night.

           Sloan’s sweaty palm landed against the side of her leg and the heat left her body. She shivered. Two different girls began wildly shaking Mister Suck right then and they screamed at him too.

           Sloan finally blinked.

           She felt the bright and heavy lights of somewhere popping even though nothing above her had flickered or even breathed.

           She turned her neck just as Jackie was whipping past her.

           “Wait,” she said, grabbing onto the Latin queens arm. “I’m coming with you.”

           “Yes,” said Jackie. “Come on now.”

           When Sloan began to turn towards the door, she noticed her panties were sitting in the sink.

           While more ice was being thrown around that room along with a continual flow of horrible ideas, Sloan reached over and grabbed the soft, expensive black lace. Then she followed her life’s new beautiful stranger out of that room and then out of that loft eventually, once she found her purse in a room she didn’t remember being in at all.

           And if it hadn’t been for the assumed dead boy’s ex-girlfriend arriving at the loft maybe five minutes before his eyes tried shutting for good and he went down, prolly Jackie’s snatch wouldn’t have been Sloan’s first New York taste since neither girl felt particularly sexual anymore and visions of curling up alone in her bed danced like lovely princess angels through Sloan’s head.

           See, as it turned out, Mister Close Call was a diabetic who’d drank way too much beer and was too drunk to remember to stab his skin at any point that evening with the life needle in his pocket.

           While Sloan was walking out of that mystery room and covering her shoulders with a black cardigan, a young kid’s ex-girlfriend cut through the thick and sweaty walls of bullshit and selfishness and fear and administered a dose of penicillin which began the journey of bringing him back to the danger side where all the beating and pulsing hearts still stay.

           People cheered and talked as if they’d given the shot to the boy they’d chucked ice cubes at just a minute earlier. A demand and an even a line for selfies with the glorious couple who now shared an unintended bond stronger than any of the ones they’d formed once upon a time ago with empty sex, shitty coke, and quiet dinners at restaurants they couldn’t really afford to eat at, became the new energy of the room for like twenty minutes.

           It was about an hour later at Jackie’s apartment, in Jackie’s bed, when Sloan finally put her mouth over Jackie’s pussy and started eating it. And honestly, she thought it was prolly one of the best things she’d ever tasted in her whole life, too.

[hello-bangtanboys]

First Class (M)

Genre: Smut Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

A/N: Nothing to really say, found some inspiration to write...kinda. I might continue this one, I don’t know!

-Admin Moon

My tablet died...just what I needed in the airport while waiting for my flight. With my only source of entertainment succumbing to the low battery, my gaze went to the other passengers sitting at the gate. Most of the commuters travelling to Atlanta with me were slumped over, some just as bored as I was. At least we only had another hour to go and we would be on our way. The flight from Los Angeles was only three and a half hours and then I would be home. It was nice visiting my family, but there were only so many days I could spend with my siblings.... before I remembered why I had moved away in the first place.

My gaze fell on a man sitting a few rows of chairs in front of me. Not for any other reason except he was staring back at me. Even when I caught him he didn’t look away, holding my gaze long enough to make me feel awkward. I looked away abashedly, embarrassed to be caught staring, too. Clearly he didn’t have the same problem. I kept my gaze moving but it kept flicking back to him pulled like a magnet.

He was gorgeous, light brown hair and brown eyes that shined. He had the presence of someone powerful, someone not afraid to take what they wanted, and he was looking my way like he wanted to own me. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as I pictured those powerful tan arms around my dark skin. His strong hands gripping my round ass, those pink lips on my generous breast. We would be beautiful together. At least thinking filthy thoughts helped the time to pass. The scene playing out in my head was far better than anything I could call up on my tablet.

The flight was called just as I was getting hot and bothered. We formed a neat line and filed onto the plane. I had to trudge all the way to the back of the plane seated firmly. Economy was full and noisy as we took off. As much as everyone told me the steel bird was safe, I never truly believed it. We were up in the air, where anything could happen. It wasn’t like we could pull off the road and fix something broken. There was only one way down with a plane.

I gripped the seat arms and tried to calm my racing heart. It didn’t help having a kid kicking my seat from behind. If I could let go of the seat, I would turn around and show him some manners.

“Excuse me, Ma’am,” the slight flight attendant said as she leaned over the guy next to me. “Yes?” I managed to choke out through some hyperventilating. “You’ve been upgraded. If you would like to come with me, I’ll show you to your new seat.” Upgraded? That had never happened to me before. The excitement of being upgraded momentarily overshadowed my deep seated fear of flying as I got up to follow the woman. I wasn’t going to miss out on a better seat for the flight. I was led through Business Class and went straight to First Class. It was like stepping into a whole other world. The seats were bigger and everyone was quiet. No screaming kids, no seats designed for skinny girls, and… they had free champagne here? First Class was officially Heaven.

“This is your new seat. Enjoy your flight.” The attendant gave me a kind smile as she gestured to my seat and hurried off in the opposite direction. My bag slid easily into the overhead compartment before I took my seat and buckled up. My ass fit so much better into these seats, my legs had plenty of room, and there was no one to kick my seat. “Welcome aboard.” The male voice startled my already frayed nerves. My head snapped around to see the man from the waiting area beside me. He was even more gorgeous up close. My stomach did a little back flip taking him all in. Those brown eyes were mesmerizing, it was like they could see right through me. “I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of upgrading you,” he continued. He was still talking and all I could do was stare at him. “A beautiful woman like yourself deserves some luxury.”

“I...umm...thank you,” I stammered. “Wait… you did this?”

“You can return to your old seat if you wish.” His voice was like silk, washing over me like liquid. “No, no. This is just fine.” He settled back into his seat and turned his eyes back to his laptop. On the screen were spreadsheets with enough numbers to make me dizzy. I should have let him get back to work and enjoy the free champagne. But I wasn’t good at doing the sensible thing. “My name is Y/N,” I said. He didn’t take his eyes from the screen. “Namjoon.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Do you live in Atlanta or are you going there for business?” My mother always told me I asked too many questions. For some reason I couldn’t seem to control myself now. “I live there.” I really wished he would look at me again so I could catch another glimpse of those eyes. It was selfish of his laptop to take up all his attention. I had visions of closing it on him. My mouth continued its flapping. “I call Atlanta home, too. I used to live in Pasadena until I escaped with the excuse of going to college. I never went back, even though I graduated last year.”

Nothing. “Have you lived there long?” Finally, he turned his attention back to me. Instead of the annoyance I expected, there was amusement in his eyes. “All my life. Tell me something, Y/N, do you fly often?”

“No, I hate it. Does it show?” I asked shyly. I didn’t realize my fear had been so obvious. “A little.” He chuckled, just a bit. It was the sexiest sound in the world. The look in his eye suddenly came alive with fire. “I’ve heard there’s a cure for aviophobia.”

“Oh?” If there was a way to be comfortable with flying, I wanted to hear about it. I hated the fear and terror the big, giant bird inflicted on me. Namjoon leaned in closer so he was whispering in my ear. “Sex.” That wasn’t what I was expecting. Maybe hypnosis, maybe sleeping pills, but definitely not joining the mile high club. I laughed, trying to rid myself of the goosebumps he caused. “Are you offering?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Was he serious? It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone. I wasn’t the adventurous, one-night-stand type of girl. My few sexual experiences had been with my boyfriends and only then after observing the three month rule and the family approval test. But this guy, he was smoking hot. He had more effect on my body in the small time we’d known each other than any of my previous boyfriend's. But… he wasn’t serious, was he? I giggled away his comment. “Yeah, right.” He closed his laptop lid with a decisive thud. “The bathroom in First Class is very generous.”

He slid the laptop into the seat pocket and twisted his body around to face mine. The next thing I knew, his hand was on my knee. His skin looked golden against mine. “I want you, Y/N.” Namjoon whispered. His breath on my ear sent shudders through me.

My breathing quickened as my mind raced. “But we don’t know each other,” I argued. The sensible in me was still fighting a battle against doing something so stupid. “I know I want you and I always get what I want.” His voice was so commanding, I found myself wanting to do whatever he said. I wanted to be commanded and ordered about. As long as he told me what to do with his hands as well as his lips, I would do it. I found myself nodding as the sensible voice was completely drowned out. I really was going to have sex with a stranger in a plane. It was really happening.

We stood and Namjoon placed a guiding hand on my back. He gently pushed me forward until we reached the restroom. He opened the door and we stepped inside like it was the most normal thing in the world. He wasn’t kidding about the First Class bathroom. It was much roomier than the tiny one in Economy but still squishy with two people. These things were designed for one person and one person only. Namjoon spun me around to face him only a second before his lips pressed onto mine. They owned me. My mouth parted to let his tongue in. He lapped and licked, our tongues mingling together like they had done this a million times before. His hands slid around my body until they found my butt cheeks. He squeezed them, making me wet with anticipation.

This wasn’t going to be a romantic encounter, it was going to be a quick fuck and I was completely fine with that. I reached for his black pants, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He was wearing boxers underneath…somehow, I expected him to be commando. He was full of surprises. Namjoon tugged at my top until I held my arms up. He pulled it off over my head, exposing my bra. I clearly didn’t dress for sex or for anyone to see my underwear. He made swift work of my bra strap, disposing of the garment like it was nothing. My breast sprung free in all their glory.

His hands pulled at my breast, gripping one and placing it into his mouth. My head arched backwards as the waves of pleasure washed through me. His tongue traced circles around my nipple before he sucked like his life depending on it. I imagined those same lips around my pussy, sucking like that. My clit pulsed down below, demanding as much attention as my Breast. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right at that moment. “Feeling better yet, princess?” Namjoon asked, keeping his voice down. “You have no idea,” I moaned in reply. He should not have been using his mouth to talk, he needed to be using it for much more pleasurable means.

His lips found their way to my neck, suckling on the sensitive skin before making his way back to my mouth. His hands made light work of my skirt, pulling it upwards so he could tug at my panties. I suddenly regretted the panties I had chosen because they matched the bra. They didn’t exactly scream ‘fuck me’. Namjoon pushed my panties down until they reached my knees. It was about as far as he could reach in the tiny restroom. We needed to be quick in case someone noticed us enter together. God, I hoped not. I could not sit amongst them all out there if they knew what we were doing right now. I wasn’t that kind of girl. Well, I guess maybe I was now. I was quickly pulled from my silent panic by Namjoon’s fingers plunging into my folds. He found my pussy and didn’t hesitate in sliding between my lips.

His hands were soft but they were powerful, and there was no question in his moves. He was doing whatever he wanted and was not going to accept any arguments. Not that I was arguing. I relaxed into his grip, letting the pleasant pulses run over my clit. His fingers slid up and down, breaking up the rhythm with a rub to my clit before delving lower again. I could take that kind of treatment for the rest of the flight. “You’re wet, princess, ” he whispered. There were too many endorphins spinning me into a happy daze for me to reply. His lips were determined to kiss every part of me while his hands focused on my pussy. It wouldn’t be long before I was going to come and I didn’t want to be selfish.

I managed to find the strength to grab at his boxers and push them down, careful not to hook his erection in the process. His cock was impressive, to say the least. My previous boyfriends had been well hung, but Namjoon blew them all out of the water. He was massively hard with pre-cum dripping from the tip. I circled his cock’s head with my thumb, spreading the moisture all around before sliding my hand up and down his shaft. My skin looked even darker against his tan. I loved the stark contrast between us. Namjoon moaned as his shaft grew even harder under my gentle touch. I wanted him inside me, sliding in and out as our bodies dancing together.

Just the thought sent a new wave of wetness from my pussy. He slid a finger inside me, making me rock back from the sudden motion. He took the opportunity to insert another one. His fingers were fucking me, sending me into oblivion. My pussy contracted around him as the orgasm took over. I bit my lip to stop myself screaming out. I had never had a man touch me so intimately before, let alone a stranger, but I couldn’t get enough. His thumb circled my nub, drawing out my pleasure for all it was worth. I didn’t realize I was squeezing his cock in my ecstasy. When I opened my eyes, he was trying to hold himself together. I’m not sure either of us were achieving that goal. I pried my fingers away from around him. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re so gorgeous when you come. I need to have you now.” He took his hands back, the loss sudden. My clit cried out for his hands to return their relentless pillaging. But I was in for a treat with his cock, my pussy wouldn’t be left bereft for long. Namjoon pulled me closer so our bodies were pressed against one another. The only clothing remaining on me was my skirt and that was covering next to nothing. He was still wearing his white business shirt with his pants and boxers around his knees. I had to perch my ass on the tiny sink ledge so we could fit together properly in the small space.

Namjoon held me above his cock, teasing me with it. “You ready for this?” he asked. I nodded eagerly, anything he wanted to give me, I was ready and willing to take. If it involved that glorious piece of his manhood, then sign me up. Now. He slid my panties from my knees and they disappeared into his pocket. If he noticed the garish color, he never said anything. My legs were finally free to wrap around his waist as I pulled him closer. We needed to get this over and done with before the seatbelt sign was switched on and we would be evacuated from the restroom. His cock head peeked into my pussy, a glimpse of what was to come. I pushed forward, making it clear I was ready for our coupling and I wanted it now. Namjoon slowly plunged into me. I took him inch by delicious inch. He moved me around so I could take all of him, stretching to make sure I did.

Sudden turbulence made my stomach flip. I gasped as I held onto him tighter. My hands gripped his back, my fingernails digging into his skin. Pushing my fear aside, I focused on the man between my legs. If the plane was going to go down, then I was going to enjoy my last moments with delight. One of his hands held onto my ass while the other snaked between us. His commanding fingers brushed over my clit before applying pressure to my nub. He caressed me there with the same rhythm as his thrusting. Between him and the turbulence, I was on sensation overdrive. Our bodies danced together with his hard thrusting. My fleshy breast bounced against his chiseled chest while Namjoon took me in.

His eyes never left my body as he watched what he was doing to me. I couldn’t make any sound so we didn’t get caught. One of the hardest things was keeping the scream inside while the orgasm built. He was too much for me, the whole experience ready to send me over the edge and plunging into pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, princess” Namjoon whispered against my shoulder. His thrusts increased in speed and intensity, I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer.It only took one more press on my clit for me to go barreling head first into the orgasmic wave.

My body washed with pleasure. My skin tingled as I closed my eyes and let the ecstasy take control over me. My clit throbbed with happiness and satisfaction as Namjoon continued his caressing. He came with me, his cock bursting with his fluid as he contracted inside me. I felt every part of him as he came undone and lost control.

I saw a completely different side to him. He was so collected in his seat and at the airport. Right now, in the restroom, he was a slave to his carnal desires. We both were. I milked his cock for all it was worth, writhing on him and drawing out my orgasm. It was a miracle we managed to stay quiet. Only fear of being caught kept my lips firmly closed. I never thought an airplane restroom could be so damn sexy before. Joining the mile high club was not on my bucket list, but it should have been. I would have ticked it off repeatedly.

My nipples were extra sensitive as they rubbed against Namjoon’s chest. His thrusts had calmed down to a gentle movement but each one still sent jolts of pleasure through me. It felt like I would never extinguish the fire within. His hand finally stilled on my clit, releasing me from his hold. I was sated but my heart was still racing from the encounter. I had never been so fully satisfied before. Namjoon pulled out of me and I felt the loss immediately. I wanted him back inside me, the emotion taking me by surprise. I’d only just met this man and I was missing his most intimate part already. The plane lurched without warning, making me lose all feeling in my stomach. The seatbelt sign flashed on with a ding overhead.

Namjoon quickly pulled his pants up, tucking himself in and dressing in no time flat. He reached into his pocket and fished out my pink panties. Instead of handing them to me, he helped pull them up my legs. I needed him to steady me when I climbed off my sink perch. He helped my panties into place and smoothed my skirt down. I slipped on my bra and clasped it myself while Namjoon helped me with my top. We were dressed in no time, but that still left the issue of leaving the restroom without being noticed. “You should go first and I’ll follow in a few minutes,” I offered.

The turbulence was freaking me out but the embarrassment would be worse. “No. We go together,” Namjoon said before opening the door. “It doesn’t matter who sees us. Let them for all I care.” He pulled me out of the restroom before I could protest. We walked down the aisle with every eye on us. Namjoon acted like he didn’t have a care in the world while I tried desperately not to make eye contact with any of them. Our seats came far too slowly as we slid into them. I buckled up tight, trying to rid myself of all fear and embarrassment. If the powerhouse of a man beside me felt anything other than satisfaction, he didn’t show it. The flight only got worse as we continued to barrel through the sky toward Atlanta. I concentrated on not freaking out but it wasn’t working. “Put the blanket over yourself,” Namjoon said as he leaned over.

I didn’t see how the blanket was going to help me get through the turbulence but I followed his instruction anyway. Saying no to him seemed more difficult than obeying. They didn’t even have blankets in Economy but the First Class ones were luxurious. I pulled it over my lap and up to my waist, giving Namjoon a look that I hoped said see? Doesn’t help. His gaze turned straight ahead as I went back to picturing my safe zone. I was on the beach, the waves lapping at my feet, seagulls cawed in the distance, and…Oh. Oh. Namjoon’s hand had snaked its way under the blanket and between my legs. His fingers had slipped under my panties and were sliding between my pussy lips.

I subtly opened my legs to give him better access which he took advantage of instantly. He stroked long and languid up and down my clit. If I titled my hips upwards just a little, he would be able to reach my entrance. I did, greedy to be fondled there, too. The pressure on my sweet spot was completely distracting me from the turbulence. All I could think of was my whole body as it blazed an inferno from his touches. I closed my eyes, trying to keep a handle on my slippery sense of control. The heat was pooling in my stomach and rising to the top. I desperately wanted to rub my nipples but didn’t dare.

The writhing I was doing from the caressing was enough to betray what was going on. Namjoon kept his eyes fixed forward and his expression neutral. If anyone glanced our way they wouldn’t give him a second look. Me, on the other hand… My chest heaved with my labored breathing. The man next to me was taking my breath away with his gentle caressing. His fingers teased my clit, rubbing the lips between them with expert movements. His hand suddenly slipped lower, peeking into my hole and testing my tightness. I whimpered, biting my lip so I didn’t beg him to finish me off. I quickly glanced at the people across the aisle from me. Thank God for headphones as they watched their consoles and listened intently to the in flight entertainment.

Namjoon went in further as I tipped my hips to greedily take him in. He held his finger there for a moment before easing in and out of me. I was still wet from our previous encounter and he was making the moisture situation even worse with his strokes. His expression never changed even though he must have known what he was doing to me. I was about to explode with intense desire as my clit throbbed with need. I was desperately trying to hold on but it wasn’t going to work for much longer. “Come for me,” Namjoon leaned in and whispered, his only indication that he acknowledged my presence. “I’m not going to stop until you do.” The thought of Namjoon doing this to me for the remaining hour of the flight was too much to think about. He could do it to me forever and I wouldn’t complain.

The intensity was too much. With his thumb rubbing my nub and all the nerves singing with happiness, I had to let go of my control. I clamped my mouth shut as the orgasm tore through me. My pussy clamped around his fingers determined to keep them there in a perpetual state of ecstasy. I had never been touched like this before and certainly never in such a public place. If it wasn’t for the blanket everyone would be getting an eyeful. The orgasm filled every part of me, turning my limbs into jelly. My toes curled and my fingers tingled while my head was light and dizzy. Namjoon stretched out my pleasure for as long as possible, making it difficult to think about anything other than his hand and all the wonderful treatment he was giving me. I started to calm down as his fingers stilled.

He kept his grip on my pussy and his one finger inside me. He held them there for the rest of the flight. Whenever the turbulence was particularly bad he started rubbing again, taking my mind off it. It was the best flight of my entire life. Namjoon never said a word to me, even as we landed. He just held me there, only taking his hand out of my panties when we were safely on the ground and the seatbelt sign was extinguished. I wasn’t sure if I could stand after all the attention. My knees were weak as I tried them out. “Thank you for the upgrade,” I said, the only thing I could thank him for while others were listening. “You‘re welcome.” He smirked, showcasing the dimples in his cheeks. “Wait for me when we get off the plane.” We filed out with all the others. With every step I took I wondered what he was going to say to me outside the plane. Should I thank him for giving me three amazing orgasms on the flight? Should I give him my number even though he probably wouldn’t want to see me again? I was in complete turmoil for the whole walk. I stopped in the arrivals hall and waited. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand on the small of my back. Namjoon guided me over to a discreet corner. Just looking at his light brown hair and brown eyes took my breath away.

He handed me a business card. “I have a position open in my company that I want you to accept. You start on Monday at nine.” I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening as I took the card. Kim Namjoon, CEO. Kim International. So he was the boss of his own company? I guessed sitting in First Class wasn’t a coincidence then. “How do you know I don’t already have a job?” I asked, only the start of all the questions I was ready to fire at him. “Do you?”

“No, but…” He held up a hand to stop me saying anything further. “I will see you on Monday, Y/N. The address is on the card. I expect you to be on time and dressed appropriately.”

“But… what’s the job?” He was making it very difficult to refuse him and my curiosity was peaked. I was tempted just to say goodbye and turn up on Monday just to see what he was talking about. Namjoon smirked again, the same satisfied look he gave me when I came on the plane. He was a man that liked being in full control and being the only one to know all the answers. I arched an eyebrow, refusing to let him leave without some more answers. He took a breath before answering. “Let’s just say you will be the director of office satisfaction.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’ll find out on Monday. When you show up.”

“And how do you know I’ll show up?” I asked him. Namjoon smirked at me, “We both know you’ll show up.”

“But you don’t know anything about me. Don’t you need to interview me or something?” Namjoon leaned in close, near enough to send a shiver down my spine. “I interviewed you on the flight. Congratulations on your appointment. See you Monday, don’t be late.” And just like that, he turned around and left me speechless. He quickly disappeared into the bustling airport crowd and was lost in the mass of bodies. I tucked the card into my bag and walked like a zombie to collect my luggage. Namjoon wasn’t anywhere in the terminal. I didn’t see him again before I left the airport. It was almost like he was a specter, not even real and only existing in my mind. Maybe I had made him up. But I did have a card and wet panties that proved he did existed.

The business card burned a hole in my bag all weekend long. It finally got the best of me on Sunday night. I pulled it out and studied every inch of it. Namjoon Kim, CEO. The situation needed some snooping. I typed his name into a search engine on my laptop and waited a whole two seconds for the results. Namjoon Kim wasn’t just a CEO, he was a very wealthy man from South Korea. He owned a string of companies, scattered around the world. Many of the pictures of him were at charity fundraisers with a model-type girl on his arm…sometimes several. He was a playboy and a billionaire. And he had spent a flight with his hand on my pussy, satisfying me like none other. The whole situation seemed bizarre and surreal. All I knew was that I had to turn up to his office at nine in the morning. Whatever the billionaire wanted me to do, I would do. He had me completely captured and I wasn’t about to turn down a job in this economy. I could hardly wait to see where it would take me.

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T H E    E V E 

Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff

EXO Mafia! AU

SehunxReader

A/N: So hello dear reader, this is my first ever kpop related fanfic. Hopefully I won’t dissapoint. English isn’t my first language so bare with me if you see any mistakes. I also didn’t proof read this much so yeah. Expect A LOT of smut because that’s the reason for this au being born, some fluff and a lot of angst as well. Enjoy ^^

 Chapter 1

Sehun

I hated celebrating my birthday. To me it was just another business night out in the streets, wiping off a target, negotiating a dealing contract, sabotaging lame ass competitors. It was nothing special. Yet the gang cherished birthdays dearly and were always looking forward to partying, thinking another year of life for us, given all the types of twisted shit we do for a living, was something to celebrate. The night was starting to cool off when they dragged me over back to our dorm, popped champagne bottles left and right and filled the place with gorgeous, expensive whores.

Laying back on the couch I thought I might as well try to enjoy myself and in the blink of an eye, I had a beautiful ebony girl dancing for me, grinding on my lap with a pill between her lips. Her body was elegant, strong and gracious, like art, warm, cinnamon skin glowing under the dim lights and bare for everyone to see. I bet she’d be a pleasure to fuck but I’ve never fucked a prostitute. It’s too easy, too superficial. I thoroughly enjoy the process of chasing a woman, making her so mad with want she willingly ends up being a slave in my bed, surrendering her whole self to me knowing she’ll be pleased by whatever I want to do to her. The fact that’s been over six months since I did that has me burning up. My job can be very tense and there’s nothing that can relax me more than coming back home to a woman looking at me like I’m her whole world and a good, hard fuck. Sighing I realize, I could never get that from a whore.

“What’s with the long face, boss?” a familiarly annoying voice asks.

“I’m not your boss.” I retort.

“Yet. Not the boss yet. But you will be soon. We all know that. Boss.”

“Quit it, Hyunbin. Not in the mood.” I grunt. Hyunbin is a doubtful member of the gang whose permanence in it I question a lot recently. I have a bad feeling about him and my bad feelings usually end up being right, sadly sometimes later rather than sooner. He’s been trying to lick my ass insistently since rumors arose suggesting I might take on the Boss’ spot sometime soon, once he retires. I sigh heavily. I can’t believe I have to put up with this asshole even when I’m trying to have a good time.

“Oh, come on, boss. Don’t be so touchy. Follow me. I’ll show you a little something I got you for your birthday.”

I reject his request telling him he could show me later but he insists so I give up to it thinking I’ll get him off my back sooner if I do. Shoving the beautiful ebony girl off, I follow Hyunbin to the garage feeling uneasy somehow. I glare at his back suspiciously. I don’t trust him all that much. I don’t know what sort of present we’re heading to but it better not end up with a bullet inside someone’s forehead.

Once in the garage, Hyunbin turns the lights on showing a really large box in the center of the room, covered in a large piece of black velvet. He smiles at me expectantly, most likely waiting to see some emotion on my face only to find an annoyed expression on my features I presume.

“Listen, Sehun,” he started, his face lighting up. “I have a great feeling about this present. I think you’ll like it. No, actually I think you will absolutely love it.”

“Just show me already.”

Eagerly, he unveiled the box and it turned out to be a cage. Inside there was what it looked like a corpse. The dead body of a woman. Only after a few seconds I realized she wasn’t dead, she was breathing, shaking mildly, coiled up like snake, protecting herself. Her hair was a deep chestnut color, silky soft looking that fell on her back. Her right ankle was chained to the cage. Hyunbin’s voice took me back to the moment.

“See, you’re speechless. I knew you would like it boss.”

To be quite honest I wasn’t only speechless but also petrified. Shocked. Then I was enraged and considering the fact that I had a gun right here with me, wasn’t good news for Hyunbin. The bastard knelt down right next to the cage and knocked on it twice with his knuckles.

“Hey, sweetie. Remember the conversation we had earlier? Say hi, doll.” He slowly spoke to her like she was an animal and then unlocked the cage with a small key.

The woman rose her head and looked at me. Not one sound leaving her lips. She appeared to be quite young. Very young. Not older than 21 years old. She looked pale, cold and afraid. It was evident she had been given some sort of drug as her gaze seemed somehow lethargic. She was completely naked, her body shivering, looking so fragile and weak. Poor little girl just stared at me pleading for something. Freedom, most likely, or mercy. God only knows what she has gone through. I sure as hell don’t want to hear the gory details.  

“Boss, I know you don’t like to fuck whores and also you don’t have so much time off to chase after women, so I thought I would give you one as a present. And listen the best part is that her cherry here is completely intact. She’s still a virgin. Just for you.”

I grunted. A virgin girl. Maybe she was even younger than I initially thought. A virgin. Poor angel. How did she end up here in a cage? Sold to the highest bidder no doubt. Adult virgins are extremely rare and expensive in the black market. She most have costed a fortune.

“Come on boss, say something. Do you like your present? Only the best of the best for y-“

“You have one second to shut the fuck up before I degut you with a fucking spoon.”

For the first time since he unveiled the cage my gaze turned his way. I had the feeling that Hyunbin was unreliable but I never thought his thirst for power would hand him to me like this, completely in fraganti.

“You know we don’t do this shit, Hyunbin.” I growled.  

“Listen, boss. Let’s keep it a secret. It’s not a business after all, it’s a present and no one has to find out where she came from.”

Poor fool, he really has no idea. We have never traded with people, it is forbidden within our organization and personally, there are very few things in the world I despise more than trafficking with human beings. Women, men, children, whatever they are. If Hyunbin would’ve known a couple more things about me he wouldn’t now be playing with death at such narrow distance. Anyone else in the gang might have just taken him to the boss and let him decide what reprimand suited him best for breaking the rules. Too bad I wasn’t anyone else. I had no desire to take him to the boss but to do something a lot worse. I laughed at the thought realizing I knew all along this birthday was going to be just like any other shitty day, ending up with blood dripping from my hands.

“I think you don’t understand, Hyunbin. I specifically don’t mess around with this shit. You should’ve known better.”

He looked at me with surprise in his eyes, laughing incredulously.

“Oh, man. Come on. What are you jabbering about? I brought you top quality virgin pussy. A whole woman just for you, Sehun. You should be thankful. Now listen if you don’t want it, I could sell it myself. You know Dragna loves purchasing young cunts.”

I launched myself at him. Over my dead body, I thought. Dragna was a competitor; boss of a relatively small but rich gang, everyone knew they had no problem negotiating with human lives just as they would with drugs or weapons. Dragna himself was famous for buying or kidnapping young pretty women and slaving them for long periods of time. It was obvious he would sell or kill them once he considered them to be replaceable for a new one, being suspected for the death of quite a few girls. May God send me to the most painful and slow death if I allow this poor creature to end in the hands of someone like Dragna.

Hyunbin tried to defend himself, fight me off. He couldn’t. I was bigger, stronger and smarter. I wanted an excuse to get rid of Hyunbin and he handed it to me on a silver plate.

******

Reader

The tall man standing right in front of you snarled at the one who had held you captive.

“You know we don’t do this shit, Hyunbin.” He said. You had finally heard the name of your latest captor.  

Then everything was even more confusing or maybe just happened very fast. They were fighting. Really fighting each other. You couldn’t help but stare trying to get a clear, sharp view of anything you could, but everything was so hazy. Filthy drugs in your body, rushing through your veins made you feel so weak to the point that only speaking was a huge effort. The cage was cold and so was your skin. Your body felt so strange you could barely exert any control over it.

Then you heard his rough voice again.

“Don’t look, honey.” He said, locking your eyes with his for an instant. His raw, growling voice scared you so you obeyed and shut your eyes closed. He seemed so frightening, the other man was also terrifying. Everything was. Cancelling out your vision in fear, now you could only rely on your hearing. Pants, punches, kicks, even what sounded like bones snapping all mixed in a big haze of noise and then it rang clearly. A gunshot. Then another gunshot. The sound of a body dropping heavy on the ground. Then silence.

[itisannak]

Drunk In Love (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: (Y/N) finally takes a leap and ends up in bed with Calum. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Oral; Male Receiving / Generally Nasty Stuff) Based on the song 'Drunk in Love: Beyonce ft. JayZ' (Words: 2.5k)

I've been Drinkin', I've been Drinkin' I sway my hips to the rhythm of the music, taking a big sip of my drink. My head is spinning a bit and my vision is blinded by the different lights in the club, but I am having such a good time with my friends.

I get filthy when that liquor get into me. "Cal... Cal, come dance with me." I purr, dragging my friend closer. Calum chuckles while getting closer to me. "Are you drunk?" He asks me as I start grinding on him. "A bit tipsy..." I giggle. "I haven't seen you like that in a while..." He whispers in my ear, due to the music being too loud. I grind my hips on him, making me gulp. "I haven't drunk in a while. And I am having such a great time."

I've been thinking, I've been thinking. I feel Calum's sweaty body on mine, making my skin chill. Maybe it's because of the drinks, maybe it's because of the way Calum looks tonight, but my mind makes weird connections.

Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? My hands travel on his body, feeling up every muscle. He looks at me, smirking, his hands tangled in my hair. My hand goes further down his abdomen, just above his cock; he doesn't make a movement to move away. Instead, he pulls me closer, our faces just a breath away.

I want you, na na. "If we continue this, I don't know how we will end up." He whispers his hands under my chin. I grind harder on him, making him bite his lip. "I want you." I whisper, gathering up all the courage I have inside me.

Cigars on ice, Cigars on ice. "Let's go home. " He whispers, putting the flame between us on the ice.

Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill, flashing lights, flashing lights. Of course, photo reporters had to be outside the club; I mean the boys are here, other minor and major celebrities are here, the perfect opportunity for them to sell all their pictures and made-up rumors. I feel like we are a tourist attraction, like animals in the zoo, posing in front of cameras. Calum walks in front of me, his hand tangled with mine.

You got me faded, faded, faded I open my eyes, the sun peeking through the curtains blinding my vision. My head hurts a bit, but it is from last night's drinking. What worries me is the weight I feel on my chest. Oh my God, am I dying? I sit up a bit and that's when I notice; the weight on my chest was Cal's arm, which was over my body. I swallow the scream that is about to leave my mouth, trying to find a way to get out of the bed without waking him up. We are both naked, only our underwear present on the room's floor. I pick mine up, tiptoeing to my way out of this room, only to find my garment completely torn. All I can remember is us leaving the club, both turned on, with the flashes going off around us.

Baby, I want you, na na I remember myself telling him how bad I want him, I remember him smirking at me and taking me out of the club and inside his car.

Drunk in love, I want you. I remember myself thinking how much I've anticipated this moment, I remember trying to count all the feelings I have for him, all the times I've swallowed my feelings and masked them away.

We woke up in the kitchen saying how the hell did this shit happen? I walk up and down his living room, the mess of the clothes around me bring just vague memories of last night. "How the hell did this happen?" I mumble to myself, freaking out a bit. I have to figure this shit out before he wakes up.

Oh, baby drunk in love we be all night. Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grind up in the club. Drunk in love. Fuck, how the hell did we go from grinding in the club to flirting, to leaving the club together, to fucking? I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Additionally to the messy hair and the smudged makeup, I have hickeys covering my body, from my jawline to my neck, to my boobs, and down my torso.

We be all night and everything alright. I remember that the sun was up and he was still inside me, I remember how we both moaned and giggled drunkenly as our bodies synced.

No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights. I remember it felt so good to be under his touch. "Oh Calum, fuck. That's the spot. That's the spot..." I scream as he thrusts deep inside me. Our bodies are covered in sweat, but we still keep going. I remember how his body looked so perfect, drenched in sweat. I remember how he praised my body, I remember him calling it shiny gold, as it reflected the light hitting it.

Boy, I'm drinking, park it in my lot 7/11. "Let's buy some alcohol.." I purr as Cal drives the car. "I have plenty at home..." He replies. "Let's buy more. Let's drink on the road." I suggest, my hand on his thigh. "I am driving baby. I need to get us home safe so I can have you all to myself." He replies and I sit back on my seat, smiling as I feel his jeans tighten.

I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing. If you scared, call that reverend. I remember palming him through his jeans, my hand working him slowly, I remember him holding his breath and moaning my name. "(Y/N) stop. I am going to crash..." He moans, trying to focus on the road. I remember the car freezing on the red light, I remember me removing the spaghetti straps of my dress and calling his name to get his attention. I remember his eyes going wide as I flashed him my boobs. "Fuck... I've waited so long to see them in their full glory..." He groans, licking his lips. I giggle, getting the straps back on as the light turned green.

Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right. Armand de Brignac, gangster wife. I remember us reaching his house, parking the car, and getting inside. I remember Calum going to the bar in his living room. I remember his carrying 2 bottles with him. "Here... I had those 2 for a special occasion. I guess it's time." He says, popping one of the champagnes. He leaves the other on the floor, in case we need it. I remember him taking the first swig. I remember me looking at his lips flustered. I remember him leaning in to kiss me, the champagne still in his mouth. The liquid slides in my mouth as I open my lips, granting him access. It tastes so good, the fizzy drink blending with his taste as we kiss against the wall. I remember his hands not leaving my body, I remember our moans being muffled by each other's mouth.

Louie sheets he sweat it out like washrags he wear it out. I remember how the sheets were drenched in cum and sweat, and champagne but we were both relaxed laying on them in the morning after fucking all night.

Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic till my voice hoarse. I remember when we were still making out against the wall. I remember smiling at him before getting on my knees in front of him. "Give me that..." I moan against his lips while my hand unzips his pants. He hands me the bottle while I get on my knees. His boner springs free as I drag his jeans and briefs down his ankles. I drench his dick with the champagne, making him groan surprised. "Shit... I didn't know you were like this." He groans. I smirk and take his member into my mouth, tasting his precum and champagne. I deep throat him at once, making him sigh in lust. He is big, so big that I probably won't be able to talk clearly in the morning.

Then I fill the tub halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard. Graining on that wood, graining on that wood. I'm swerving on that, swerve swerving on that big body, been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good. I remember removing all of our clothes while in the living room. I remember me biting my lip and looking at the pool in his backyard. I remember me running naked, all the way out of his house and to his backyard, jumping and bombing in the pool. I remember him falling right after, flushed from his recent orgasm. I remember him pulling me on him and kissing me, both of us cold from the chilling water. I remember me straddling his thick thighs and grinding to raise the heat, but the only thing I managed to raise was his boner and the heat between my thighs.

That D'USSE is the shit if I do say so myself, if I do say so myself. I remember him having a pit stop at the bar before we stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom. I remember picking up some of our clothes, only to scatter them upstairs as we stopped to make out every 2 steps, both of us wet, cold, and horny. I remember him laying me on his bed, my body in my birthday suit. I remember him pouring cognac on my breasts and down my stomach, before he sunk his lips on my tits, sucking the buds. I remember him commenting that D'USSE had never tasted this good before.

Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to back up all of that mouth. That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far. Talkin 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard. I remember us stumbling in his house after skinny dipping, ready to fuck our brains off our heads. "You are a freak, huh? We are going to see that..." He smirks, licking his lips. Even though the water was chilly, his penis is in full erection, in his full glory. "I want you to show me all of the things you said; in the car and in the pool. Will you, angel?" He groans as he sucks hickeys on my neck.

Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve. I remember me laying on the bed, thighs spread, and pussy soaping. Calum stood in front of me, his junk in his hand. "Tell me, angel... Are you capable of handling all of that dick?' He asks me, his hand cupping and shaking his junk. I can feel myself salivating, recalling the taste his cum had. "Yes, daddy..." I moan, smiling at him.

Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol. I remember u making out on the wall next to his Warhol onion soup print, my dress hiked up my thighs and his dress shirt unbuttoned and just hanging on his shoulders. I remember him fingering me slowly as his mouth attacked mine, making me moan louder than I had ever had, even when his lips muffled my moans.

Slip the panties right to the side. Ain't got the time to take draws off, on-site. I remember his fingers fidgeting with the delicate fabric of my panties to bring them to the side, too eager to touch and pleasure me to spend the time to take them off completely.

Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike. In '97 I bite, I'm like Turner, turn up. Baby, no I don't play. Now eat the cake, Anna Mae, eat the cake, Anna Mae. I remember my body jolting as he thrust deep inside me. I remember him biting on my shoulder to stop himself from screaming as he took my tight pussy. I remember him taking me raw and deep. I remember me screaming in pleasure and hitting orgasm after orgasm, some of them being a completely new sensation for me. I remember him eating me out in-between positions, making my legs jiggle. I remember me screaming that I love his mouth and I remember him smiling, lips buried in my cunt.

Never tired, never tired. I remember us fucking again and again. Blur images of all the positions we had pop in my head as I look around me, every corner having a different story. "Are you tired, angel?" He asks me, while I catch my breath. "No daddy..."I reply, still breathless from my high. "Good, cause I am not done with you yet."

I been sipping, that's the only thing that's keeping me on fire, me on fire. I remember us emptying the bottles of champagne. Well, most went on the mattress and sheets,  and on our bodies, but we had our fair amount of alcohol. I remember that we had champagne to keep us energized, both too greedy for each other's body to stop.

Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire. I pick up my dress from the floor, examining it; it smells like bubbly and cum, both of them from when I sucked his dick, none of them meant to end up on my dress.

I've been drinking watermelon. I remember me swallowing his load, at least 3 times of the multiple he cummed last night. I remember thinking about how good it tasted and how I wanted to do it all day long, all my life.

I want your body right here, daddy. I want you, right now. Can't keep your eyes off my fatty. I remember me, still in the club, whispering in his ear that I wanted him, that I needed him. "I want you. Man, I need you so bad. I've been wanting you for years, ever since I laid my eyes on you. I need you right now, right here. Tell me that you do too. I know you do, I have caught you staring at my ass and tits so many times. You want to have me, don't you... daddy?" I whisper in his ear before we exit the club to head to his car. I remember that I wasn't even drunk at that moment, I was soberer than ever.

Daddy, I want you I smile and bite my lip, remembering both of us screaming I love you while we rode our first orgasms, the previous night. I smile at my reflection, observing all the love bites, all the hickeys, all the bruises from gripping too hard, and all of the scratches. I drop the shirt I have on before walking up the stairs, tiptoeing my way back to his bed. I try to lay back, without waking him up. I get in between his arms, feeling warm and safe in there. "Thought you left..." He mumbles, nuzzling his nose in my hair. "Where will I find better?" I ask and he chuckles.

My Masterlist

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Daeil X Reader

Summary:You know being with your practical siblings, a messed up family is not the exact way someone would think they would end up with their soulmate.

One-shot

Mentions:Drug use and drinking (No I do not suggest and no I've never gotten high so I can't tell you exactly how it is, although a few of my friends have).

Please don’t read if you’re innocent, this is smut and mature content, please read other works if you like my fanfiction but, don’t read the smut. Just this is for mature readers and/or over 18 readers.

Prompt: 16. I dare you to make a snow angel naked.

Ugh, Christmas parties am I right? If my parents weren't the party animals they were I'd be reading a book, sleeping, or better yet watching a new movie. Noooo, I can't have it that way. My luck every kid--well teenager--I know is here. My parents are friends with their parents. Man do they all drink when they get together. So that's what brings me here into this circle with this group of people.

There is Taeyong, Baekhyun, Yehana, Hoseok (MX), Hoseok (BTS), Kyla, Joyie as I like to call her, Daehyun, Si-yeoon, Roa, Daeil, Minhyuk (MX), Taehyung, and Mark. I'm stuck with these people. I'd rather be outside in the cold than here, I don't mind these guys. But I see them so often, they'd mid as well be my siblings. If I believed in being truthful which at this moment as the weed and the vodka and some coke(as in coca-cola) get passed around. I'll let it spell, I've had the biggest damn crush on Daeil since we ended up drunk fucking in the closet. My parents nor did anyone else's parents ever find out. Because they drank till they pass out, that's their thing. Everyone else knows. And least every single one of us has fucked another member in this messed up type of family.

We're sort of bonded by blood at this point. We're doing truth or dare spin the bottle. Every time you spin you have to kiss the person the person who spun asks the person who it landed on truth or dare. Knowing every single one of us, we don't back down from our dares or truths unless we are sober. In alcohol and drugs defense I've done some pretty stupid shit when completely sober. Like, licking peanut butter of of Si-yeoon's nipple. Do I regret no, was it worth it yes, and would I do it again yeah. Would I ever own it no, would I ever tell my kids no, and yeah that was pretty stupid sober.

Mark asks me to make-out with Joy and I pull her onto my lap and put my hands behind her neck bring her forward and we start making-out. That was a good three minutes, of my time. Yes I've done that before, would I do again, hell yeah. Never telling my kids though. I tend to remember every thing I do when I'm a little high or drunk. It's a mixture of both. Looks like were finishing the first bottle. I get up and pull out of the fridge Taeyong has in his room another bottle, but this time of champagne. And I start singing to myself the lyrics to Poppin' Champagne by All Time Low.

I pop it open and drink a sip passing it joy I spin the empty glass bottle of what used to be beer. It lands on the devil, well only cause he's hot; Daeil.. He raises and eyebrow and I say, "I dare you..." I search for something good in this mind of mine. And I say the first thing that comes to it, "to make a snow angel naked" He sighs gets up and starts stripping off his clothes. None of us really care, I'd be kidding if I said I didn't. But, we don't care that much. We've at least seen each other naked once.

There was that incident where we much like today when Roa drunk as hell started stripping and said if we don't join her were pussies. And you know we all stripped. We didn't want to be know as pussies. Yeah and that's how we fell asleep I was laying sprawled out across Mark's legs, Si-Yeoon was nearly drooling on his dick, Roa was underneath all of us sucking her thumb, Hoseok (MX) was curled up against Mark, Hoseok (BTS) was laying on my stomach, Kyla was on top of Yehana and it looked like they were lovers from how she was laying, Daeil and Taehyung looked to be in a 69 position, Joy and Baekhyun were back to back which lead to Baekhyun's legs on top of mine, and Minhyuk was in a ball in between Daehyun and I. How we got like that we'll never know. We took some drugs we got from Hoshi who said it was the good shit he wasn't lying.

He walks outside which was seriously just out side our door and across the hall. He gets to the door walks out plops in the snow and starts making a snow angel. He comes back in and he sits next to fire and says, "You know if I wasn't freezing I would be happy" we all crack up.

He spun landed on Yehana she said truth and he asked if she was a virgin and she said no and we all asked how many. And she told us the shocking answer of 3 at once. Our jaws were dropped, wow. It was awhile before Baekhyun landed on me and said, "Confess your feelings about everyone" I nod and start with him, pecking his lips after asking if I had to with everyone and he said I had to.

"Baekhyun, if I'm being real with ya, your the best damn practical brother I've had. You sometimes make me gag from you trying to flirt, even though I think you're failing with the ladies, you still manage to snag one."

He laughs I look next to him which is Minhyuk and I say I peck her lips, "You know if there is one guy here, that I would just want to be best friends for life would be you, you're pretty much the sun in my dark cave of shadows."

I look next to Minhyuk who sits, Si-Yeoon I peck her lips, "If there is one girl I wouldn't mind fucking over and over again is you. But I wouldn't tell my kids. I'd still want you as a best friend don't get me wrong."

Next to Si-Yeoon sits Joy I peck her lips, "If there is one thing I would love to keep from you is your shining personality wish I could be like that. You're so bubbly I want to keep you in my pocket."

I point to myself I kiss my hand and place the kiss back to my lips, "I don't know and don't care what people want to confess their feelings about, but I think I'm pretty trash-y but hey, seems like you guys don't mind me that much."

Next to me sits Hoseok (BTS) I peck his lips, "You know if my feelings are ever to unspoken it would be to you, I want to get to know you more it just seems the closer I get the farther I get away from the actual you. And I just wish we could become closer my bubble puff."

Taeyong sits next to Hoseok who sits next to me I peck his lips, "You know if there is one person I know, I would not mind just holding your hand and cuddling with you no matter where your a snuggle bug." I take a sip of champagne as I continue that dare truth-y.

I pass it onto Hoseok and I tell, Daehyun I peck his lips, "If I remember right I would make-out with you under the stars or under the sunrise when ever you wanted. You're a really good kisser someone should hit him up."

The hoot as I continue onto Hoseok (MX) I peck his lips, "Can I just say how nice your abs are? Because man if I was just a body eater I'd eat yours, well I mean in a cannibalistic way but sexual is fine to."

He laughs at my honesty I go onto Daeil I peck his lips, "You know if I was being honest, but what a better time to be honest. Playing a game of truth or dare with a kiss on top of it all. I've loved you for a while, and could care less if you accept my feelings or not could give less a damn."

I move onto to Taehyung peck his lips, "If there is one person in here who I could just talk to about meaningless things and feel free to do so would be you."

I look over to Roa next to Taehyung and peck her lips, "If I could peck someone's lips as often as you could I'd have mono, I'm not saying your a hoe. I'm just saying I can't do what you can, and I suppose I guess you call it envy?"

Next to Roa is Mark I give a peck on his lips, "You know I can confide all my worries into you, but I'm also worried that I might end up liking you for how sweet and wonderful you are. But don't hold your breath because I have more tasks than just that."

Yehana sitting next to Roa I peck her lips, "I would totally date you if you weren't already with Mina."

I peck Kyla who is next to Baekhyun our last star of the night and I say, "I would totally tell you that I used to have feelings for you, and I did. But they were more like best friend feelings if you get what I'm saying." With that I take another sip of champagne and spin the bottle.

It lands on Mark and I tell him to do a magic trick and he says, "Poof abracadabra, nope your still a bitch." He points at Hoseok (MX), "Well that wasn't a very good magic trick." Hoseok (MX) mutters out.

It goes on for a while again and I'm so out of it I really rather read a book or ride a motorcycle. Two polar opposite activities but it would get me out of here.

That lead me to thinking about about fucking Daeil in that closet. Yeah I remember it, I choose not to most of the time. And I down right refuse that I have the memory. But I really do, and he was so amazing. Yes it was a bit sloppier but we were piss drunk what would you expect? Yes he did drop me twice and he fell backwards and I had fallen onto him a few times. But hey, there was also puke in that closet... From the two of us, not because of our action just because fucking tends to upset that whole system when your drunk. Am I ashamed my first time with Daeil went like that maybe. But would I ever change it--okay yeah actually I would. And I--never mind let's pay attention to this very amazing game of truth or dare. Our contestants Baekhyun and Daehyun must fuck in front of us, as dared by Hoseok (BTS). Couldn't tune in at a better time, could we have.

So wow Daehyun didn't last long in Baekhyun, that was some quality yaoi I won't fill you guys in. Daehyun spins the bottle after he gets clothed back on and so does Baekhyun as he has a hard time sitting. Poor guy, I feel for him. He lands on Daeil and Daeil says, "For once in my life I'll go truth." We all gasp in shock he's a dare boy. Like you got to be kidding me.

The snide Daehyun gives him nearly has me holding back and not wanting to know. I don't like that look on anyone's face and especially his because it's usually evil. "I dare you to confess your true feelings, to that special person in this room."

It's probably Joy, they had an off and on friends with benefits relationship for years. Even though she knew I liked him. It hurt, but I stopped caring after a while. Let's watch this measly heart of my break, yet again. He mutters something under his breath and then says proudly to his jeans that he had put back on after my dare but not his shirt. Because the Earth loves to see me suffer. I get nudged and I take a puff of I don't know even know anymore. And pass it to Hoseok (BTS). And he says, "(Y/n), I've loved you for a while... And yeah... I'm not that drunk so I know what I'm saying. So would you be my girlfriend." I was holding my phone in my hand for a while and it just dropped right out of my hand. When he said that finishing word. I thought he said Joy for a minute until I figured out he said me. So I numbly nodded my head yes. And he pulled me from where I was sitting along with my phone and into his back.

His back pressed against mine, and he lays a soft and sweet kiss on my neck. No way, I'm still in shock. You got to be shitting me, am I living as Joy right now? Did I switch consciousness, because... No, Joy's still over there and this looks very much to be me. Oh my god I can't believe. This happened, thank you? Should I be questioning will this all wake up and be another dream. I pinch myself, nope very much real, and very much ow.