#mesmerizing sexy dance

[chlorinecake]

❝ MOLTO BELLA ❞ — P.JS

▹ PAIRING: soft dom! guitarist bf!jay x bratty switch! gf!reader

▹ WARNINGS: ⚠︎ BRAT TAMER JAY who puts you back in your place, f. masturbation, kind of giggly foreplay in the beginning, dry humping, titty play, finger sucking, hair pulling, rough unprotected sex in a hotel room (BACK SHOTS), cream pie, mentions of clubbing

▹ WORD COUNT: 2.1k, for @heeslomll on her lovely birthday... wishing you a very happy 19th, queen !! ♡♡♡

Just two days ago, Jay had whisked you away on a surprise getaway vacation, granting you both with a much-needed break from the hustle and bustle of your everyday lives…

Clubbing was a popular activity in the area, so like most guests at the Diamond Hotel, you and your boyfriend hit up an exotic club, where flashing lights, pounding music, overpriced drinks, and swirling bodies took over your sensual fields.

It wasn’t til around midnight once y’all had stumbled back to the hotel room, tiny giggles bumping from your tipsy body as Jay helped you undress, his touch gentle while guiding you into the warm bath he ran for you…

Oddly enough though, by time the following morning came, you couldn’t help but replay in your mind the way Jay’s veiny hands looked while carefully washing away the traces of last night's revelry from your skin…

The way his touch meticulously pampered you…

If you had had the energy for it last night, you’re sure you would’ve pulled his sexy ass into the tub with you, but that chance was over and done with now…

All you had currently was this king sized hotel bed all to yourself and your two, pathetic fingers that couldn’t make you feel good for shit…

And that’s when you heard it…

Jay’s skilled fingers faintly strumming a melody from his guitar… just from a few rooms away from you…

“Morning, beautiful,” Jay greeted upon hearing your bare footsteps enter the living room where he was busy working on chord progressions at the couch…

“Morning, daddy…” you returned playfully, catching on to the little smirk staining his face right away.

“Last night was fun…” you went on, almost mesmerized in the way his thick fingers traveled lower down the guitar neck, “didn’t know you could dance like that…”

“Yea?” He chuckled, eyeing you through his bangs as you paced around the table, “didn’t know you could drink like that, either…”

You let out a scoff at his comment, “Pleaseee, I was being quite conservative, actually… didn’t wanna make chaperoning too hard for you…”

“I'm sure I could handle it,” Jay replied in a slightly deeper voice this time, making your stomach flutter slightly at his words, “You hungry, party girl?”

“Not yet… I mostly just wanted to see why you left me all alone in bed this morning…”

Jay chuckled at your words, “Sorry about that, baby… I just wanted to practice this riff for a minute, but it doesn’t matter… you make sure my fingers get enough exercise anyways…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… it means that I know you want something from me right now… with the way you’re pacing around… what is it, love?…”

You felt kinda bad for getting out of bed just in hopes that Jay would wanna fuck you, but tossing and turning on the sheets while thinking about his fingers inside you wasn’t any better either…

“Just wanna sit here, if that’s okay,” you sighed, eyes falling to his lap as he placed the guitar down beside him against the wall, leaning back on the couch a bit now so you could nestle yourself in his lap.

He gave his thighs a quick pat as you came over, straddling him now as he gave you a kiss under your ear, “Of course this is okay, princess… no need to be shy…”

You tried to ignore the feeling of Jay’s dick resting beneath your core, but couldn’t help yourself from grinding against it slightly.

And it didn’t take many words after that for your boyfriend to know exactly what you wanted from him now...

His hands fell to your hips while you kept humping against his lap, eyes wandering down to the way your nipples poked through your thin pajama shirt just as you asked if he wanted to touch them…

“Will you smack me again if I pinch them this time?”

You gasped at his words, feeling his grip on your thighs tighten as he smacked the flesh there, looking into your eyes now.

“You've helped me toughen up since then, baby,” you said with a heavy voice, “just need to feel your hands on me more than anything right now...”

“What's the magic word, love?”

You let out a sigh at his teasing, rolling your eyes as you said, “Please, Jay, would you play with my titties while I dry hump you like a virgin, pretty please?”

He chuckled at your words once again—

—with that attractive ass chuckle of his… not even hesitating to slide his hands under your shirt and start fondling with your boobs, lifting your shirt over one tit as he ran a thumb over your nipple…

He then leaned his head down to take a wet swipe with his warm tongue over your sensitive bud, sending shivers down your spine as you whined slightly.

“So needy this morning… was wondering what kept you in bed so long today…” he started with a tantalizing whisper.

“I had a dream about you… I tried to touch myself but—”

“It didn’t feel as good as this, huh?” He finished for you, rutting his hips up for a second as he tightening his grip on your tit, “already got you feeling sensitive and all your clothes are still on…”

All you did was moan at your boyfriend’s words, putting your hands at his shoulders just as his hands traveled lower, “can’t make myself cum without you anymore, Jay…”

“Then let me help you feel better, love… Do you like the way that sounds?…”

“Yes,” you nodded dumbly, letting him kiss you now as you still circled yourself in his lap, leaving a wet spot behind on his sweatpants.

He picked you up bridal style before taking you to the bedroom and placing you on the bed that still wasn’t made up after all your stirring this morning…

You already started to spread your legs for him as he stood before you, making him smirk at your neediness. “Would you close your legs for like, one second? I haven’t even pulled my dick out yet…”

“Well if it bothers you so much, why don’t you do something about it?”

He simply smiled at you again. Smugly this time, “Y’know, you say you’ve toughen up with me, but I bet you’d still start crying once I actually put you in your place…”

That’s when Jay took a hold of your hips, pulling you closer to where he stood with both your pelvises touching now.

“I’d say it’s worth a try,” you went on, looking back at him with blowjob eyes, “I always like it when you play rough with me, anyways…”

He trailed a finger from your knee, along your thigh, before finally reaching your pussy, where he tapped a finger at, knowing exactly where your clit was already given how many times he’s touched you before…

Circling your clothed clit, he applied a bit of pressure to the spot while holding your face to look at him, your tongue laving at his thumb as he toyed with your lower lip.

He felt himself twitch in his pants at the way you moaned against his finger, not wanting to waste anymore time before he said, “turn over for me, love…”

And you did just that, turning over on your stomach almost instantly, not even being able to process it when Jay swiftly pulled your shorts and panties down, the room’s cool air hitting your cunt.

You meant to say something bratty, but he interrupted your thoughts with a spank to your ass, not a painful one, but hard enough to get your attention…

To keep you in check…

“Tell me… how did I fuck you in your dream?”

“Like this,” you said plainly while poking your ass out for him, bumping against his bulge… “only difference is that you didn’t take as long to get started…”

“Oh? Well isn’t that nice,” Jay smirked, just as your ears caught on to the sound of him untying his pants and pulling them down.

You turned your head to look back for a second, quite obviously checking out his dick that you weren’t surprised to see was fully hard.

Catching onto your peeking, he pressed your face into the mattress, lining his tip up with your sopping hole before asking, “Was I rough, too?...”

You couldn’t even get an answer out before he pushed himself in, the sudden feeling of fullness making your torso tense with pleasure that traveled throughout your entire body.

“Don’t get shy on me again, baby,” Jay cooed, releasing the weight of his hand from your face slightly while keeping your shirt out of the way with his other hand, “I’m not even fully inside you, yet…”

He thrusted his hips into you again, pushing past your tightness as your walls hesitantly welcomed the rest of his length inside.

“Anggh,” you winced for a second, gripping at the sheets given the deep stretch.

He didn't care for your whining though, as he knew it was only gonna be a matter of time before you started begging him to go faster.

“J-Jay!” You cried out weakly, already too affected by his ministrations as you felt his tip reach amazing places inside you, his hand bunching up your hair as he kept your face meshed with the mattress.

“Jay, what?” He taunted in a voice so low, you felt it in your pussy, his free hand letting go of your shirt only to pin your hands behind your back, the sheets releasing from your grip with a loud pop.

“Y’know I can’t read your mind, princess…especially not when you’re going all dumb on my cock like this…”

He wasn’t going to ease up on you until you told him how you wanted him, even if your words would have to come out in tiny little hiccups and broken moans...

It was his way of teasing you… not because he was an asshole, but he knew deep down that you always enjoyed the sex better whenever he made you work for it a bit.

“I w-want it to hurt,” your voice managed to come out muffed against the sheets, eyes pricking with tears given his hold on your hair coupled with the way he kept fucking into your desperate cunt, “p-please keep f-fucking me like this...”

You almost couldn't believe you were falling apart so quickly, and neither could Jay, your knees hardly being able to stay straight given how hard he pounded into you.

Your boyfriend groaned deeply behind you, keeping your arms pinned as his hips pistoled into you at a rapid pace, your moans syncing up with each slap of skin, “you're driving me fucking crazy right now- fughhck, baby... feels so good inside you...”

It wasn't long before Jay's once controlled thrusts turned into much sloppier ones as you both drew closer to your highs, his grip on your hands releasing as he leaned over you, close enough to where he could kiss along your shoulders.

A small puddle of drool rested where your mouth was on the mattress, just as you felt his fingers tap at your cheek, making your teary eyes flutter back open.

He wanted you to look into his eyes for the last few moments he could last inside you, the tip of his cock pulsing with his heart beat as you felt his load filling you up.

A loud groan fell from his lips as he slowed down the movement of his hips, holding you down with his weight as your orgasm followed soon after his, body trembling given how powerful the sensation was.

You were a squirming mess beneath him, whining out desperate cries of him name as your walls pulsating around him like a drum, his lips finally meeting yours in a sweet kiss as you felt his length slip out of you, a string of slick connecting your bodies.

“How was that, princess?” Your boyfriend asked breathlessly, almost in a cooing manner as he brushed a bit of your hair out of the way, “feel any better now?…”

“Shut up, I feel amazing,” you said, giving him a knowing look with your eyes as your breath came out like a satisfied purr, his touch still tracing the side of your face as you looked back at him.

That's when you felt his tip sliding between your folds, making your legs feel wobbly all over again given how sensitive you still were.

“Think you got another one in you for me?” Jay asked, the head of his cock coming dangerously close to your hole now as he whispered against your neck, kissing the skin there.

Yes, you were already satisfied, but given the way he sweet-talked to you in this moment, you're sure another round wouldn't hurt.

⚠︎ Thank you all so much for reading this fic! Make sure you all wish this beautiful Italian princess a very happy birthday before the day is out, and check out my enhypen bookshelf if you’re interested in more works like this !!

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[smutoperator]

Karina shower smut please

Spicy Illusions

Yu Jimin (Karina) x Male Reader

Tags: ahegao, bratty son, choking, creampie, dildo, real or not?, shower sex, stupid cheese cat, throwback, titfucking

Word count: 3496.

Karina had you in a chokehold. You could go all day watching her fancams and drooling at every move she made. Your favorite ones were those of the Spicy era, where Karina had her blonde hair. Her iconic Salty & Sweet fancam was at the top of your list.

"Run, run, run, kitty, kitty, run, run," you repeated her words from the song, mesmerized at the bounce of Karina's boobs. So much so that your mom had to intervene, seeing her soon looking like an addict. "All you can do these days is watch those fucking fancams all day; you should get a job." However, you were so into Karina that you had started seeing her figure in your mother's body. "It turns me on so much when you watch me dance," Karina said in your imagination. "I want to watch myself with you," she kept saying, as you could only look at her massive bazookas on her chest.

You were on the verge of kissing her before your mom started yelling, "What the hell are you doing?" as you were instead trying to kiss her. "Sorry, mom, I'm not feeling well," you replied. "I think I need to take a shower," you continued. "Then make sure to clean it too," your mom replied.

You headed to the shower with a bucket on your hands, leaving it right in the box as you started cleaning it. However, it wasn't long before you heard some water noises coming out of it. Suddenly, you found a naked, pink-haired woman inside taking a shower. You scanned her body from bottom to top, mesmerized by her amazing figure, but obviously, her saggy, massive melons, fully covered in foam, were what caught your attention the most, especially as she grabbed them to wash her milkers. Karina smiled at you and moved her body, as you could only watch in disbelief at what you were seeing. It had to be an illusion. The way she touched herself already turned you hard in an instant; your eyes were fully fixated on those big boobs, and the way she washed her pussy and pressed her tits against the box, printing its marks on it, was so sexy.

You closed your eyes, and suddenly she was gone. You got back to doing your cleaning affairs, using the bathroom's sink to put some water in your eyes, but just as you looked in the mirror and saw the shower on it, Karina was back inside it, on her knees as she now had a bright pink phallic object in her mouth, sucking it as she played with her tits. You walked towards the box, staring at the foggy glass as Rina got up. She now turned around, continuing her little sexy show as she inserted the pink dildo in her pussy and pushed it up and down her hole. You touched the glass right where her butt was placed as you kept watching her, seeing as she made naughty moves with her tongue like a stupid cheese cat and kept pressing her body against the glass.

Karina got back to facing you as she closed her eyes and put her tongue out, licking the glass close to your face on the other side. She then got once again back on her knees, and that was too much for you to endure. You rapidly took all your clothes off as Karina gave you a sign to come in, opening the door and joining her inside that ample shower box. Her eyes brightened as she stayed in that submissive position, grabbing your cock from the start and licking her chops at the size of it, sticking her warm mouth at your veiny pole. You just pin yourself to the wall and watch her do the work. Everything about Karina feels amazing to you—the way she grabs your cock, the way her naughty eyes look while doing it, and the way she grabs one of her boobs with her left hand, trying to prevent gravity from letting it drop to the ground.

Karina kept licking your shaft, just putting it halfway in her mouth to tease you. She moves to your balls and cleans them with her mouth before giving your shaft a full top-to-bottom lick, then throating it as she firmly grabs it. The water keeps running, but this is no longer your problem; just let your bitchy mom pay for it anyway. "That's good," you tell Rina, who starts moving her mouth faster while you just enjoy the show, as she now sucks your cock without using any hands before wrapping them around your balls.

You tell Karina to get up as you want to take a closer look at her huge bazookas, grabbing her boobs to massage them from behind, pressing them together, and rubbing her nipples. You then run down her amazing body all the way to her pussy, but without touching it yet, adding an extra layer of soap to her beautiful tummy before going back to her grand prize. Her tits are soft and sturggle with gravity, your hands keeping them up as you also kiss her neck and collarbones. "Hmm, baby, I see you love my big, beautiful tiddies," Rina says with a smile on her face. She knows how much they grab men's attention and how much they like to grab them.

You grope her boobs harder, massaging them as the water running from the shower hits the sides of both your bodies. Your hands are fully covered in soap as they move around every inch of Karina's body, but her melons get the majority of your attention. You now pin Rina against the wall as she grabs your cock with her left hand while her right hand rests on her boobs. You look at them like a baby about to get fed by his mother, diving your head to suck her milk to the fullest, making Rina elicit a sexy moan.

But she had better things to do with her time, as Karina got back on her knees and poured liquid soap all the way over her bazookas. "I want you to clean it," she says, placing your cock between her big honkers. You get the assignment, thrusting your cock between her heavenly melons with all your might as she smiles at you. "That's very hot," she compliments as she presses her boobs harder and tightens them around your cock. You take advantage of it to the fullest, also rubbing your tip on her hard nipples.

Karina gets up as soon as you give her ass a little tap. She bends over as she sticks the pink dildo back in her mouth while you penetrate her, getting spit-roasted from the start. The deeper you stick your cock inside her, the deeper she throats her dildo. "I love that big dick stretching my pussy," she says on the rare occasion she takes her mouth off the dildo, gagging on it as she grabs her boobs while you slowly fuck her cunt. "That pussy is so tight," you say as Karina's moans are muffled by the dildo. You finally push harder, making her saggy melons bounce as gravity tries to rip them off Rina's body, her nipples pointing right at the wet box floor.

Your sudden increase takes Rina by surprise, making her spit on the dildo. "Oh, that feels so fucking good," she exclaims. You make her feel even better as you hit her cervix, leading her to scream for the first time. You take Karina right at her weakest and pin her against the glass, her boobs now fully smashed against it as you mercilessly pound her. The sound of your balls clapping against her body is mixed with the wet water running down them, making a splash every time you pump your cock deep into her pussy. "That's such a big dick," she exclaims.

You move to the center of the shower to take a little break, but Rina is relentless, riding you in a standing position as she pushes your body up against yours. Meanwhile, you firmly grab her tits and use the liquid soap in her leg area, covering her thighs full of it as you massage them. "Look how I make your cock nice and clean," Karina says as she keeps bouncing, her saggy tits moving in perfect sync while you give her ass a few spankings. "Oh, that's so hoy," she says, wrapping her left arm around her tits to prevent them from falling out and then getting your help as you're now the one groping them. "You're so damn good inside me," she says.

Karina now bends over, facing the opposite side of the box, letting the water clean the soap from her ass, moaning as the flow of water penetrates her pussy and asshole. But she's about to moan much harder as your wet cock goes back in, hitting the puddle inside her vaginal walls. You tease Rina by rubbing your tip against her wet clit (in both senses) before steadily stretching her pussy out as water hits your shaft and your shaft hits her walls to the fullest. "Ohhh, this shower is making me even wetter," Karina says as you groan with your cock stretching her tight holes.

Rina turns things a little spicier, adding the liquid soap all over her ass. "Grab it and wash it," she demands. You do it as she pleases, washing her ass with your hands while your cock washes her pink pussy. "Perfect, just like how I wanted it; give it to me; push it harder," Karina says as you keep going, even letting her move her hips against you before pushing harder. "I love the way you stick it deep in my pussy," she continues.

You poke Rina's melons, telling her you want to switch positions. It's time to test her dancer's flexibility. But not before Rina's sucks your cock dry of her juices. "It looks like it's dirty again," she laughs, sucking it off while hard-grabbing it with her right hand. Karina keeps going, getting sloppier as she goes, until she says these words: "Looks like it's clean again." She places her right leg on your left shoulder, naughtily telling you that you can put it back in. The angle of her body leads to an easy thrust and a perfect deep penetration from the start, as your throbbing cock bulges under Karina's slim body.

"Holy shit!" Karina screams as she looks at you, your cock filling her pussy and draining all the water inside it, cleaning her walls to the fullest as you strike hard and deep against them. You wrap your hands in her waist to make sure she doesn't slip out, but Rina has great body control and loves to take a deep pounding in one leg, getting sent over the moon at each pump. "I love that; it's really deep," she claims. "Push it harder in my pussy," she continues, as her tits got back to bouncing beautifully, turning you on and leading to faster thursts as you want to watch them quake every time you impale her. "Damn, you got such a perfect cock," she screams as your dick is now deeply buried in Karina's vagina, to the point where it takes a long time to pull out fully.

You then push Karina close to the showerhead as she holds herself with her hands and her back gets showered while you keep fucking her in one leg as she gets overwhelmed with your hard and deep thursts while the showering in the back turns her on even more as the water hits her erogenous spots. She gives you a passionate kiss as you wrap your body closer to hers. Karina now holds her lifted leg against the glass as she tries to keep her balance in spite of your fast pumping in her pussy, wrapping your arms around you as her butt presses the glass. You look at her right in the eye, kissing her as she squeals every time you hit her cervix.

You finally put Karina's right leg back on the ground, making love with her in an eye-to-eye position where you kiss her tenderly while grabbing her sexy ass as you continue to stretch her pussy, pushing so hard that your dick pops out, landing right between her thighs. You seize the opportunity as you keep doing the same thing but now pushing it between Karina's long, sexy legs as she closes them to grip it tighter.

After you're done with Rina's honey thighs, you turn her around, pushing her face close to the wall and pointing the showehead straight to her tits, cleaning them as they freely bounce while you manhandle her pussy. "Fuck me like that; destroy my pussy," she asks, and you oblige, clapping her cheeks hard each time you go in and out of her hole. "Right there, right there!" she exclaims when you spank her ass multiple times, her stupid tongue coming out of her mouth. "Oh fuck, fuck, shit, shit," she curses like music to your ears as you hug her by the tummy, pressing your thumb on her belly button while pounding her faster at each attack, making Karina roll her eyes and open her mouth like she's doing a real-life ahegao that gets even better when you grope her tits, leading her to stick her tongue out in a way that makes her look like a dumb fuckdoll, with some sticky saliva also coming out of her mouth as you lick her long neck from top to bottom.

As soon as you feel like Karina's bazookas are clean enough, you're ready to switch positions. "Get on that fucking floor," you command her as you pin Karina's back against it and give her a pounding in mating press, pressing her legs hard against her milkers. The water hitting against your back makes you push deeper while flooding starts to build under Rina's back, her body "floating" on top of it and then drowing as the thrusts of your cock push it against the rising water, her dumb expressions leading you to slap her face. "You're really a stupid cheese cat," you tell her.

After some rough poundings, you switch to something more romantic, putting Karina in a spooning position on the floor. The water accumulating under you two is enough to cover half of her right boob as you give her a slow and watery fuck, groping both her tits from behind, giving her romantic kisses, and making sure to stimulate every single one of her soft spots, but especially her boobs and neck. But your primal instincts of dominance aren't gone for long as you switch to a fast jackhammering of her pussy that makes waves under her body while choking her, something Karina loves as her nipples get even more erect. "Give me, give me, more, more more," she begs as she struggles to let those words out while you firmly grab her neck and press her left boob before letting them freely bounce, leading to more dumb expressions coming from Karina's face as this whole pounding makes her cum.

"That's good, baby. Now I want you to hop on that dick," you tell Karina as you release her from your grasp. She sits on your pole immediately, riding it to perfection with a fast bounce, while you reach to continue groping her milky melons. She's such a pro rider that even her bouncy bazookas don't pose a problem to her. You just let Rina take over and gleefully watch as she pleases you, sitting on your cock like no one ever could. "Fuck, you're so deep in me," she says as she keeps moving, her overexaggerated eye rolls and tongue sticking out of her mouth back in full swing as she uses your chest as a support while her tits move like a pair of pinballs.

Karina grinds on your cock as she switches to a reverse cowgirl ride. "I want to worship that cock more," she says as she turns around. She tilts her body just enough to give you a side view of her tits bouncing. "Every time I go down on that cock, it gets hotter," she says as she closes her eyes and lets your length stretch her out. "You've got such a perfect big fucking cock," she says. Her tilted ride makes your cock hit spots it couldn't before, getting you on the edge. Karina senses it and slows down so she can enjoy her extremely wet body stretched to the fullest for longer. "I want to feel that cock all the way in," she tells you as she gets back to a fast-paced ride. "I'm so fucking wet, a wet cat," she tells you as her juices start mixing with the water inside her vagina. You try to slow her down by placing your hands under her thighs, but that has no effect at all; Karina just smashes it and keeps bouncing on your cock; the extra obstacle actually makes her push harder. It turns out that cheese cat wasn't so stupid at all.

Rina flips around and washes your cock with some running water from the shower. "My juices left it quite dirty," she says as she rubs the head on her clit, before switching back to a slow cowgirl ride while you grab her ass. "You're so good to me," you tell her as you spank her butt. "Work that dick," you demand of her. "Oh yes, I'm working on it," she answers. "Keep going, keep going, work for that cum," you reply as she switches to shallow but fast bounces, leading you to quickly regret those words. "I think I'm gonna cum," you tell her the next time you open your stupid mouth.

"Then cum inside me."

These words make you go feral as you push Karina back up, pinning her against the glass and grabbing her by the waist while also licking her neck. The glass now is as foggy as ever, except for the spots where the print of her big tits and the breaths of her moaning mouth melt the steam. "You like that, stupid cheese cunt?" you ask her. "Yes. Give it to me, baby; you got such a good cock. Right there, baby, right there," she replies as she sticks her tongue out once more, now also placing her hands on the glass as you take full control of her baby-making body. "Clean that fucking glass," you tell Karina as the glass trembles while you maul her cunt, fingering it with your right hand while using your left hand to spank her tits, her whole body rubbing against the glass but especially her boobs, which now act as a sponge. "Look how well they are cleaning it," Karina flaunts as her big boobs keep pressing the glass.

Karina wipes her hands on the glass as you push her closer to you, letting her see the round prints of her tits on it. She already feels out of breath, but you make sure to make it harder for her as you choke her while shutting her mouth with sucking kisses. "Oh my God," Karina says as you free her just a little before resuming pounding her, using her tits to clean the full glass while you kiss and choke her. "Stupid tit cow," you tell her as you place your hands between her tits, who are now almost breaking the glass. You shut her mouth, making it as hard as possible on Rina. Her walls close as you do so, and her face turns red as you pound her, now letting her tits off the glass for the hardest bounce as you treat Karina like a breeding cow and say that you're ready to put a baby inside at any second.

You set her neck and mouth free, but the only thing Karina can do is pray to God. She's a devout Catholic, after all, isn't she? But the only thing she'll get today is the gift of a baby as you paint her tightening walls with your seed as soon as you free her from your grasp, kissing her as you grab her cream-filled pussy and soon-to-be-swollen tits while she makes her stupdiest ahegao yet. You did it; you managed to cum inside your favorite idol. You were enjoying this unique moment until a loud bang knocked you down.

"STUPID LITTLE SHIT. YOU'VE BEEN IN THIS SHOWER FOR 30 MINUTES. GET THE FUCK OUT", it was your mom yelling at you. As she opened the box, a flood of water came out of it, akin to the flood of sperm you had just put inside Karina.

Or had you? As you and your mom looked at the shower box, it had a sticky white substance glued to it. I wonder what that was.

[angelbwrry]

pretty boy. armin a.

cwᯓᡣ𐭩 nsfw link, virgin!armin, masterbating, cockwarming, sex outdoors, size difference, minor mention of blood as armin fucks readers throat, cum-eating, eren + connie cameo . . . or in which he can’t stop getting hard at the thought of you. mdni.

a/n ᯓᡣ𐭩 literally throbbed writing this. also if you’ve been following me for a while, i og had this as a complete story but I’ve cut it down and edited it <3

campcounselor!armin who you can’t help but gawk at. he’s fine as fuck. his blonde hair falls perfectly into his face, giving him an almost ethereal look. he’s wearing a sleeveless nirvana shirt that clings to his toned form, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the strength beneath. his inked muscles flex as he fluidly lights his cigarette, each movement smooth and deliberate, like a well-rehearsed dance.

it’s almost mesmerizing how tendrils of white clouds spill from his pink lips, curling and twisting in the air before dissipating. the way he handles the cigarette, with such casual grace, adds an air of mystery to his already captivating presence. he’s talking to his friends, his voice a mix of warmth and authority, occasionally breaking into a deep, resonant laugh that seems to reverberate through the air, sending you clutching your legs.

campcounselor!armin who you find out is a bit shy, ironic seeing as he’s the epitome of sex on legs. yet as you’re complementing the intricate ink that litters his body his cheeks turn a soft pink, and he looks down, a shy smile playing on his lips. it's almost comical how someone so effortlessly attractive can be so bashful. his shyness only adds to his charm, making him even more intriguing and endearing.

campcounselor!armin who’s taken a liking to you. his steel blue eyes watch intently as you prance around on the dock in that tight ass bathing suit, every movement captivating him. your large tits are barely held by the flimsy fabric, and your pussy lips are practically busting out of your bikini bottoms, making it impossible for him to look away. god, you’re so fucking sexy. he could get drunk off the way you laugh, so airy and light, like music to his ears.

he almost can’t believe it when you cannonball into the lake, water splashing everywhere, and your flimsy top unties itself in the process. his heart races as he swims over to you, his hands trembling slightly as he helps tie the strings together for you, the close proximity making his breath hitch. your mango-scented hair is like a slap to the face, intoxicating and overwhelming his senses. he’s so fucking hard, he can’t stop his mind from wandering how your big glossy lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

campcounselor!armin who is trying not to lose his cool as you lay on his chest, one leg outstretched and the other tossed over his. it's exactly one week before the kids start showing up, so eren suggested a movie night. so here all of you are, squeezed into the boy’s cabin. you hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but star wars was just so damn boring. armin finds even your soft snores perfect—honestly, do you have any flaws?

he can feel your warm breath against his neck, and it's driving him insane. every slight movement you make sends shivers down his spine. he hopes he doesn’t wake you as he carefully slides from underneath your limp body, trying to be as gentle as possible. his tip is leaking from how horny he is, and he knows he has to do something about this raging boner before it gets out of hand.

armin lazily mutters an excuse to connie about going out for a smoke, his voice barely above a whisper. the buzzcut boy, too busy drawing a dick on sleeping eren’s forehead with a mischievous grin, just nods absentmindedly. armin steps outside, the cool night air hitting his flushed face as he tries to calm himself down.

campcounselor!armin who can’t calm himself with a cigarette, the thought of you is too much. “f-fuck, 𐙚⋆°.⋆♡!” his whimpers are desperate as he strokes his thick cock sore. the thought of you writhing underneath him as he pounds your sweet pussy has his head lulling back. steadying himself against the cold, graffiti-covered bathroom stall with one hand, closed fist working his twitching tip quickly. he imagines it’s your warm mouth, your lips wrapped around him, and his legs shake at the thought of you looking up at him with those big doe brown eyes as you gag on him.

he wants nothing more than to use your mouth as a pocket pussy, “such a pretty face. i wanna nut on it,” he breathes raggedly. the wetness that coats him is loud as he rubs himself, bucking his hips into his ‘o’ shaped hand. he can almost feel the heat of your breath, the slickness of your tongue. “ughhhhhh,” a loud groan echoes through the stall as hot spurts of cum spill into his hand, his eyes roll back as he continues tugging himself until he’s shaking from sensitivity.

campcounselor!armin who’s taken back by your question, ‘we should ditch, right?’ his hands fiddle with the beer can, looking like a toy in his hands. before he can respond you’re pulling the six foot two man to his feet, a couple of ooooo’s coming from the group perched around the campfire. you giggle, saluting a middle finger then locking hands with armin before you set off on a nearby trail that led to the water. it always looked magnificent this time of night, stars mirrored in the still water, moonlight bouncing off and emitting light throughout the night air.armin stumbles slightly as you pull him along, his laughter mingling with yours as you navigate the winding path.

the sounds of the campfire and your friends' voices fade into the background, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant call of night birds. the air is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth. you can hear the soft lapping of water against the shore growing louder as you approach.

“w-where are we going? we aren’t supposed to get in the water after ten,” armin stutters, and you giggle, looking over your shoulder at him. the moonlight casts a gentle glow on the lake, creating a serene and almost magical atmosphere.

“do you always follow the rules? c’mon, don’t be boring,” you say softly as you two finally make it to the wooden dock. the wood creaks under your feet, and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore adds a rhythmic background to your adventure. armin nervously bites his lip; here you are just holding his hand, and he’s hard as a rock, feeling like a teenage boy hitting puberty all over again.

“no, of course not,” he lies through his teeth, not wanting to seem like a loser. the cool night air brushes against his skin, contrasting with the warmth emanating from your hand.

you giggle, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, and he wants to desperately kiss you. you look so pretty to him, and if he wasn’t such a coward, he’d pull you into him. the reflection of the stars in your eyes makes his heart race even faster.

“you know i saw you that night, right?”

armin freezes. no . . . you couldn’t have, you were asleep. the sudden shift in conversation makes his heart skip a beat, and he feels his face flush with embarrassment.

he gulps and scratches his frizzy blonde hair sheepishly. “w-what? i really don’t know—”

you cut him off immediately, “don’t be coy, armin. i heard you in the bathroom whimpering my name.” you’d woken up a couple minutes after armin had left, rubbing your eyes groggily as you looked for the man. connie had stated he’d gone to the bathroom, and you decided to go see if he was okay, but to your surprise, when you reach the door, you can hear armin calling out your name in pleasure.

“well, that’s embarrassing… i’m mortified. i promise i’m not a creep, okay?” armin says quickly as he panics. he’s taken aback when you press your soft lips against his, a small moan emitting from his throat as he wraps his hands around you. the kiss is electric, sending shivers down his spine as he pulls you closer.

you pull back from his lips, a string of saliva following, and you swipe your thumb across his lips. you swear you can see his pupils dilate as you do that.

“have you ever had your dick sucked?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, but the words hang in the air between you, laden with anticipation.

armin shifts in embarrassment; he’s never so much as seen a pair of boobs besides in magazines, let alone had his dick sucked. you take his non-answer as a no and slowly get to your knees, hands fumbling with the belt on his jeans. his heart races in his chest—is this really happening? is a pretty girl really about to give him head? is this a setup?

he hears your fingers unlatch the belt and your hands pull down his pants, fingers playing with the hem of his gray calvin klein boxers. you bite your lip as you look up at him through your lashes, his bright blue eyes meeting yours. the dim light of the cabin casts a warm glow, making the moment feel almost surreal. the scent of pine and campfire smoke lingers in the air, adding to the intimate atmosphere.

“what happens at summer camp stays at summer camp, okay armin?” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

he nods anxiously, his breath hitching as your fingers brush against his skin.

“i’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” you assure him, your tone soft and comforting.

“o-okay,” he whispers so low you almost don’t hear it, his voice trembling with anticipation and nerves.

campcounselor!armin who’s fucking your throat relentlessly, hips rolling into your mouth at a constant speed. you hold his thighs for support as he uses you like a ragdoll, feeling the muscles tense under your fingertips. “shitttt,” he drawls, your tongue sliding across his cock greedily, tasting the salty sweat mixed with his precum. he has to bite back a moan at the sight beneath him, spit and light specks of blood covering his dick as you suck him. the moonlight casts shadows over your face, highlighting the saliva-covered mess, eyes half-lidded as your fingers circle your clit in hard motions.

“sucking me so good,” armin grunts, reveling in the shlurp sounds that fill the night air. your mouth is so tight and warm around him, it’s hard for him to keep his head from lulling back. “shit shit shit, g’na make me nut.” his voice is whiny and shaky, the way you’re fondling his nutsack has got him in pure fucking shambles. he’s so close, stomach clenching tighter each passing second. he wants to pull out, he swears he does, but fuck you’re so inviting to be inside.

“cummin’!” armin groans, hot seed spilling into your mouth, tumbling from the corners of your lips. you giggle, wiping the sticky mess off your face with your shirt. “i-uh, fuck. i’m sorry,” he stammers, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and post-orgasmic bliss. you laugh at his apology, “you’re saying sorry for cumming in my mouth?” you quip an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “uh yeah . . . guess i am.” you shake your head at his innocence, standing to your feet. the night air cools the sweat on your skin as you lean in close, whispering, “don’t be. just fuck me.”

campcounselor!armin who’s stretching your poor pussy around his thick cock, making you lose your mind. they always say big dick men are the quiet ones, but this? this is absolutely delicious. “armin,” you whimper breathlessly, feeling every powerful thrust in your tummy as he pounds into you. he's buried so deep inside you, his bulge visible each press into you. your swollen lips ache from the intensity and friction against them. you want to run but you're locked in by his grip, unable to escape. you're a mess beneath him, a drooling, crying, whimpering mess. “fuck, you’re tight as shit.” armin whimpers, the feeling of you clutching his cock almost unbearable.

campcounselor!armin who’s summer just got a whole lot better.

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “i just wanna be your favorite…” ⭐️🎀💍

• which fictional characters is your person most like?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. i also just wanna say thank y'all from the bottom of my heart for the support <3 it means so much to me. enjoy!

pile 1 💸 —

"i can't wait 'til i get you on the floor, good-looking. hey, going hot, so hot, just like an oven. and ow! burned myself, i just had to touch it. but it's so fire, and it's all mine."

hiii pile 1! let me start off by saying your person is one fineeee m'fer! they look straight out of an old hollywood movie. suit & tie by justin timberlake ft. jay z won't stop playing in my head lol, their vibe is literally that song. they're gonna love taking you out to fun events and showing you off to people hehe i heard "trophy wife." this isn't in a superficial way by any means, they just really love how you look and how bright your personality shines. you have a mesmerizing appearance and an extraordinary personality to match. i feel like your eyes or their eyes is another main focus that will garner lots of compliments. ok, wow. back to the topic at hand! the characters i channeled were jay gatsby from ‘the great gatsby’, lon hammond from ‘the notebook’, and napoleon solo from ‘the man from U.N.C.L.E.’ now of course your person may not exactly look like these characters but the ✨vibes✨ are very much there. you're gonna have the time of your life with this person lol they are so damn fun and charismatic. i can hear them teasing you and and saying "don't be a brat, baby." with a sly smirk on their face LOL they're gonna make you feel so tingly and giddy inside ahhh. i feel like it was hard for them to settle down before you came into their life pile 1. they wanted to have their cake and eat it too. i mean this person could honestly have whatever they want, but you actually make them work for this relationship and they're not used to that. people (romantically and platonically) just fall for them at the drop of a dime because they are just so damn sexy, and it doesn't help that they're good with their words and actions. i just heard smooth operator by sade and ego by beyoncé at the same time lol this person is seriously a charmer! they can't help it though, they just love to socialize and have a good time. on the flip side, this sometimes weighs them down. the constant attention and socializing can make them feel overwhelmed at times. i'm thinking of ‘the great gatsby’ when jay kept throwing elaborate parties and inviting thousands of people to attend them, so that he could eventually catch daisy's attention. i'm hearing "when you're happy, they're happy!" random thought, but for some of you…your person could be from the UK/have a thick british accent. i also feel like your person is funny af, they've got jokes for dayssssss. they honestly take nothing serious…like if either of you had a bad day at work or just in general, TRUST that they will find a way to turn it around. like it'll actually amaze you how they just go through life vibing and you'll just be like how??? and i can hear them saying "i don't know, babe. i just got it like that." lol they're so cocky (but in an annoyingly hot way) you will never be able to stay mad at them. like if you were being petty and giving them the silent treatment for whatever reason…i can see you getting ready and they'd come up all close behind you, arms around your waist, kissing your neck and they'd be like "you still mad at me, baby?" and your brain would literally malfunction like €|>~€\€,\!|!]€]€YESNOYESNO.!:!,&:’ i'm crying this is hilarious. never a dull moment with them, pile 1. i'm telling ya!

other channeled messages:

theme from new york, new york by frank sinatra, gene kelly, tuxedo, her way by partynextdoor, sophisticated, expensive cologne, j'adore dior, pearly white teeth, cartier watch, swarovski crystals, meet me on the dance floor, babydoll by mariah carey, british, sprinter by dave & central cee, love island, damson idris, i'll make it happen, ballin’ by partynextdoor, diamonds are a girl's best friend

pile 2 💣 —

“who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway. cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché. who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché.”

okayyyy pile 2, i see y'all with the bonnie and clyde vibes! let's buckle down and get serious though. i already feel like your person is very misunderstood. they might've had a rough childhood growing up or possibly struggled with connecting to their family. they feel like they fuck things up? they kinda think to themselves "why should i even try to be in a relationship, i'm a mess. i mess things up." it's actually sad because i feel like they're a great person (very soft and gentle) and when things go left/don't work out they immediately blame themselves because the blame was always put on them as a child. i'm hearing it's a "trauma response" :( aw pile 2 i feel like crying…your person really takes it on the chin and keeps it pushing. i can see them sitting on porch steps, gazing at the skyline and kinda just shrugging saying "that's just life i guess." they tend to self-sabotage before things even go into motion but before you two meet, they'll be pushed to confront their problems/fears. they have this cool, in-control, idgaf type of vibe on the outside but internally it's the opposite. i'm hearing pretty little fears by 6lack ft. j cole wow pile 2 they'll really have a soft spot for you. the characters i channeled were damon salvatore from ‘the vampire diaries’, luke glanton from ‘the place beyond the pines’ and tyler durden from ‘fight club’ which are some pretty complex personalities whew. your person is a loner by default, they feel like they really can't depend on many people. they've been left out in the cold so many times it's like they had no other choice but to become independent fast. when they meet you, pile 2…you're going to awaken them. i'm hearing j cole's verse in pretty little fears, “i'm loving your light, vulnerable. letting your guard down is honorable. 'specially when the past ain't been that friendly to you, but…there's magic in that.” it's gonna be insane to them how someone like you could display so much love, care and devotion towards them. i can see them keeping a really cute picture of you (or you two together) in their wallet/bag and just staring at it with a small smile on their face. you give them so much hope pile 2. they never knew they were capable of such strong emotions; love, happiness, joy. i can see you two laughing about something…you have this big grin on your face and when you turn your head to look at them, you just see them with a dopey smile on their face and a glint in their eyes just staring at you in awe. and you're just like "what?" but you don't even know how much you really mean to them in that moment. I'M ABOUT TO BURST INTO TEARS PLS I CAN'T. they're not used to anything stable, but you give them hope and anticipation for their future…with you. y'all are going to have to have so many enlightening, deep and forward-thinking conversations. i see them holding your hand and kissing your knuckles, taking random drives at night together while blasting music and going to the movies and talking/debating afterwards about what you hated and what you loved. k i'm crying, bye!

other channeled messages:

west coast by lana del rey, west side, successful relationship, turning tables by adele, cigarettes out the window by tv girl, well my boyfriend's in a band, ultraviolence album, someone like u (interlude) by ariana grande, toxic upbringing, scorpio moon, aries, smoking weed, american psycho, it's a forever thing

pile 3 🐚 —

“every little thing you do got me feeling some type of way. when you gimme that thunder you make my summer rain.”

welcome to your reading pile 3! idk why i wanted to say pile 333 hehe let's take that as a sign that you're about to meet your person soon. your person is so easy-going…like their energy feels so carefree and warm; like a nice summer breeze (i feel like some of you that chose this pile watch/really love the summer i turned pretty) i can see your person adjusting their sunglasses and saying "i'm just happy to be here." they're such a vibe lol. ok and why did i just randomly hear "no you're cute jeans." their sense of humor is so sjhfjdjcjdsn y'all are gonna have a lot of inside jokes together; internet memes especially. that "i'm sorry, i'm just in a silly goofy mood" shemar moore video just popped up in my head LMFAOOOO your person is hilarious pile 3. i channeled johnny storm from ‘fantastic four’, chad meeks-martin from ‘scream vi’, stefan salvatore from ‘the vampire diaries’ and conrad fisher from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ which are all pretty different but i see the vision pile 3…i see the vision. i feel like your person has just gotten back to themselves, because for awhile they weren't this upbeat and silly. i feel like this has to do with a past hurt/betrayal from either a friend or an ex-lover…that person took them for granted and made them feel small. i just randomly heard "katherine pierce" so maybe that person was very sneaky and never had good intentions in the first place. when they're with you though, they feel like a moth drawn to a flame. best friend by 50 cent just came to mind, "if i was your best friend, i want you 'round all the time. (i want you 'round me all the time) girl, i'll be your best friend if you promise you'll be mine (girl, promise you'll be mine)." i see you both posting funny photo dumps of you two together on instagram/instagram stories. i feel like y'all will be a PDA couple, and even if you aren't one of those type of people that likes all that…they're definitely gonna make you so happy that people visibly see the love between the two of you. i can see them kissing the side of your head, you slightly leaning into them…them giving you their hoodie/jacket to wear when you're cold. it's subtle things like that 🥹 so so so cute. you two have a very sacred, beautiful and divinely protected relationship. your person will be very generous with their time, money and love when it comes to you pile 3.

other channeled messages:

there goes my baby by usher, one in a million by ne-yo, connie baby, it's your world i'm just living in it, positions by ariana grande, unlock it by charlie xcx ft. kim petras & jay park, right my side by nicki minaj ft. chris brown, long walks on the beach, forever boy, vintage camera/digital camera, breakin’ my heart (pretty brown eyes) by mint condition, taylor swift, peter parker

pile 4 🌹—

“moment of honesty. someone's gotta take the lead tonight, who's it gonna be? i'm gonna sit right here and tell you all that comes to me. if you have something to say, you should say it right now.”

heyyy pile 4. i'm kinda stunned rn cause your person is sooooooooo captivated by you. like they wanted to skip all the bullshit and get right into it, and honestly…i #respect it. they think you're an absolute badass, you handle tough situations with so much grace. i'm hearing "you're better than me." lol they play no games pile 4, especially when it comes to you! i'm hearing that you've been through a lot, and it hasn't been easy for you to get to the point in your life that you're at now. they just wanna kiss you and make everything better. kiss it better by rihanna just started playing, "kiss it, kiss it, better baby." yeah your person is sensual af pile 4, it's givingggg taurus vibes. this is random af but i feel like they really love your back? if you wear a backless top or a backless dress, they will go absolutely FERAL. like fingers ghosting down your spine, their lips kissing down your neck…and don't get me started on the eye contact. their gaze is INTENSE. i’m hearing lyrics from nobody by selena gomez, "no kiss, no lips, no feel, no rush can keep me high, i swear no one…can love me like you do. can love me like you do, no." the characters i channeled were tobias eaton from ‘divergent’ and anakin skywalker from ‘star wars prequel trilogy’ which is so on brand. those 2 did not play about tris and padmé, ok?! you are their whole world pile 4. if it's not you, they don't want it. they feel so relaxed around you…like they can finally breathe. i can see them standing in a serious stance (obviously tense af) pondering about something and you just come behind them and wrap them in a big bear hug and they just…melt. they finally take that deep breath that they didn't even realize they were holding in for so long. they usually keep their feelings to themselves, but you create such a great safe space for them to be so open, honest and vulnerable; and vice versa. i'm also hearing that they are a very hands-on type of person, so whatever you need done/fixed, they sure as hell will find a way to do it for you. i can also see you two chilling/relaxing together a lot. don't get me wrong this person will always find something for you two to do, but there's something about that downtime (watching a movie while cuddled up with you on the couch, spending time with you and your loved ones/friends or taking a late night drive with you) that makes them think to themselves, "damn i really love life." 😮‍💨 you've got them locked in pile 4. it's so sweet & amazing.

other channeled messages:

1 of 1, peppers by lana del rey ft. tommy genesis, skywalker by miguel ft. travis scott, adore by cashmere cat ft. ariana grande, it's us against the world baby, 90210, pisces, dream guy, sauvage cologne, miss dior, sagittarius rising, virgo's groove by beyoncé, 1:11, best i ever had (remix) by drake & nicki minaj, all i want is you by miguel ft. j cole, bouquet of flowers, tennis bracelet, wild thoughts by dj khaled ft. rihanna & bryson tiller, cpr by summer walker

[gremlingottoosilly]

Loser! König × Krueger's Sister, snooping on the poor girl he catches her dancing rather sexually (surprising for such a shy reserved girl) as she blast her music to tune out her annoying ass brother. Later konig’s weird ass confronts her and has her renact her routine on him

Now, Konig couldn't believe his eyes. It's definitely you - any other woman would never agree to visit this desolate space if they weren't related or bound and gagged. So, there is no mistaking you for anyone else...and it's fucking beautiful. You're fucking beautiful. Your movements are a bit staggered, definitely because of the tiny room you were in - but still, you were trying your best. Dancing in the dim light of the lamp, with music blasting solely because you wanted to annoy Krueger and your shitty neighbors - you didn't even care that your brother wasn't home, probably going out to buy more weed and booze. But Konig is here. Mesmerized by your movements, by the way, your ass wiggles in that tiny shorts - you never wore that around the house, that much, he could say. You started to dress more modestly after he visited, definitely getting uncomfortable with the way he would always try to cop a feel while you were busy with some little mundane tasks. He adores the way you were willing to change for him...and he hated that he couldn't see your ass anymore. But now he has all of your to himself - stuck in that little line between the door and wall, watching the sway your hips sway as you sing along to some dumb sexy song. God, he fucking adored you. Already got himself enough fap material for the next few months...and this is when he opened the camera. He has pictures. Videos. Obviously filmed from a secluded, weird angle, but the most important parts are still in the view. Your asscheeks jiggling and showing from under your tiny shorts, your breasts in that tank top...and your scared, embarrassed face as you turned around and saw him. With a tent in his pants that you can't ignore, Konig's grabby hands now have the best blackmail. If you really want for him to delete the pictures(or at least never show them to anyone) you'd have to dance again. Slowly, just for him. Don't wince when he'd let his cock out and carefully stroke it as you struggle to get in the flow again. If you're becoming your shy self again, then he can use your pretty body for some other things. Maybe he'd like it even more.

[fillinforlater]

Two Selfies and a GIF

Male Reader x Naoi Rei

Length: 2341 words

Tags: lovers on vacation, teasing and tempting, public sex, blowjob, overstimulation, face fuck, gagging, standing sex, anal, sweat, body appreciation, anal creampie, thrill of maybe getting caught

TW: sex in a public space, also barely any editing

Inspiration: an ask from quite some time ago

(A/N: I hope this fic makes you say Holy Moly. @writerpeach because he wanted another Rei piece lol)

“Another sunny day! <3 Hope to see you all soon~”

You jump from your bed. Most of the time, you have no clue where the feeling of deja vu comes from, but this one is still palpable. A year ago, you were on vacation with Rei on some warm, small island nation, blessed with endless sunshine and she sent a similar selfie with a similar caption. Her hair was still brown back then, if your memory serves you right. 

Unlike last time however, you can’t dig straight into her cute pussy. Rei is not on the bed beside you, although that’s where she took the picture. In fact, she’s not even in the hotel room anymore. You check the washroom a final time before looking back down on your phone.

“Where are you?”

“By~ the~ pool~”

The phone has yet to disappear in the pockets of your shorts when you’ve already stormed out of the empty hotel room and towards the elevators. Alright, she said something about going to the pool, you remember, but you didn’t even notice that she took the selfie earlier. Hopefully this won’t end in a chase of never ending teases because you missed the moment she was horny and right next to you. 

You jump out of the elevator and across the lobby, both staff and visitors confused by your hurried, hectic behavior given the calm, vacation atmosphere. Your urgent need to feel your girlfriend's body, to see that face, adorned by beautiful blonde hair, with thick lips and a lewd glint in her eyes, it’s easily overtaking your desire of being perceived as normal. 

“By the pool isn’t accurate enough,” you puff and pant while your eyes go over the many, many pools and parasols and people. It seems Rei isn’t in the water or on one of the loungers, so you once again reach for your phone—just to be greeted by a couple of private messages.

“Still need you to fill these cheeks~ or did you mean my other cheeks?!”

The wink, the tongue bite, the v-pose. She can never post this picture or else all those horny fanboys would blow infinite loads to it (not like they aren’t already doing it; don’t kid yourself). It’s sexy, tempting, only meant for you. You know what she wants, what she needs, what you promised her, yet she continues to play with you.

Until suddenly, another message. A third selfie? Even better.

“I hope you remember where this is~”

The changing booths by the pool. The unmistakable brown walls and baby blue curtains. Rei has complained about their design choice on the day of your arrival, now she’s there doing tik-tok-instagram-dance-challenge-thingys, flaunting what you’ve been craving. Needless to say you sprint there as fast as possible, disregarding all the warning signs about slipper tiles or blissfully ignorant tourists. 

You’re on your way to bliss, and nothing will stop you.

Rei sticks out among the few people in the area. Her tall figure, her blonde hair, not a second later and you get a hold on her shoulders and drag her into the next booth. The Japanese girl doesn’t even seem fazed. 

“There you are,” she sultrily says, eyes on yours through the mirror wall. Good heavens, you forgot about that thing. It’s going to be so much fun. With a single swoop you close the curtain and take a closer look at Rei’s fuckable body through the mirror.

“You look to good not to fuck,” you groan and pinch her cheeks, looking at her duckface, mesmerized by how plump her lips are, how good they will feel. Rei winks again and your hand is already past the waistband of your shorts. “Get on your knees, now.”

Rei’s smile is horny when she pulls down your shorts while getting on eye level with your cock, which jumps free and barely, sadly misses her face with the removal of your briefs. Rei spits in her hand and pumps you, focused on every inch of your hot rod. Suddenly, before any annoyance can urge you to do it yourself, she puts you on her lips. A heavy push that sends you back against the wall later, you're inside her and have to bite a lip to not groan out every profanity known to mankind. 

Feel her tongue swirl around your cockhead while an expression of determination forms on her face. You can see that she is already planning ahead on how to make this the best head she’s ever given you. Rei has an amazing bitch face, but it also fills you with thread. You have to surrender to her mouth, her lips, her tongue—now her hands that grab your hips and then—

“Oh, fuck, ouh fuck!”

Rei slams her head back and forth, your cock going in and out almost fully with every single repetition, while she gags and slobbers on every centimeter she forces into herself. A bizarre thing, face fucking herself on you, for your pleasure, yet you are about to wince for mercy. Rei’s mouth is perfect, but it’s all too fast, without warning she grinds the top, then the back of her tongue on your sensitive slit. You leak, you hiss, you struggle to stand or think.

“Re-Rei, t-too much, fuck.”

Rei pops you free from her lips, but they look eager to go back to it and apply even more pressure on your cock. She firmly holds the base of your dick and glares at you.

“Then do it yourself, pussy. Fill my cheeks already.”

It’s like she’s given you the controller to a video game back; though this is vastly superior than anything you have ever played. You pull at her hair, force her to cry out before flailing backwards against the opposite wall of the booth. This time you lay your cock on her lips on your own merit. 

“I’ll make you take that back.”

Pry her slutty mouth open, hope she is ready for impact and make her entire body convulse when you slam your pelvis into her face. The feeling of her tight, gagging throat is a lot different when you're in control, not better, not worse, though you like that Rei can take your roughness so well.

You close your eyes and begin to thrust, rarely giving her time to breathe, never giving yourself time to rest. The generously wet expedition into Rei's throat both feels like finding something new and being at home. A familiar warm feeling and alien sounds, your girlfriend's deepthroats are one of a kind.

Rei is opportunistic, her tongue now out of her mouth, receiving hits by your balls as you continue to fuck her face. It's one of those days apparently, when she is for some damn reason completely enamored with your sac. Maybe she likes the hisses that escape your lips because of the extra stimulation, maybe she is just impatient and wants what's inside of them.

When her already generously big and round cheeks are the biggest and roundest, you finally pull out and let her cough out the pool of saliva, two smaller pools underneath her eyes are also letting loose. You smack her purple-blue lips with your stiff length.

"I thought you could take it," you laugh at a set of coughs by Rei.

"I, hng, thought you'd fill my cheeks.

"Loser."

"Okay, get up."

Cheeky grin on her lips, Rei pushes herself off the ground and you push up something of your own, her tight crop top. You struggle to get the white fabric over her bountiful tits, but she is quick to help you by stretching out her arms high in the air. After a couple of tugs, you see the two massive melons bounce freely—or not. Two laughably tiny patches of silk, connected to each other and Rei’s neck form a bikini that is definitely too sexy for this pool, for any pool. 

“You really wanted to go out there wearing this?” you question, a finger already hooked in one of the patches.

“No, that’s why I’m still here~”

“Then it’s confiscated.”

A single pull and the bikini top falls off as if spider webs held it together. Now they are free, Rei’s magnificent melons, round like her cheeks, soft like her thighs, the nipples stiff like you. Before you give them a squeeze however, you surprise your girlfriend by roughly yanking up her skirt to above her hips. Rei yelps and loses her balance, but one of her hands finds safety on the mirror, mirror on the wall.

“Very unlike you to not go straight for my chest,” Rei teases, her voice still stable though her stand becomes a lot less stable when you get behind her and plant her firmly in front of the mirror. Now she needs both hands to not fall over with how you manhandle her light yet astoundingly thick frame. 

“They will get enough appreciation later.” Put emphasis on these words by nibbling her ear. She trembles in excitement.”I want to hear you say it again.”

“Say what again?” Rei once more teases, as you hook a finger into the flimsy excuse of a thong she’d call a stylish bikini, ready to reveal both her aroused entrances. “Oh, that. 

“I need you to fill my ass cheeks with your sticky load, pretty please.”

So fake, so lewd, yet so incomparably preposterous. The moment her bikini bottom falls down her long legs, Rei presses her bottom against your cock and it takes barely any effort for you to get it inside her. Talking about bottom, you're close to bottoming out, but Rei’s cute yet also growling cry has you scrambling to find something to gag her. You’re still in public, she can’t be that loud. All you find is the pathetic bikini, which you shove into her pretty little mouth. 

“I’m going to fuck you good, but keep it down,” you groan into her ear and give in to the risky, yet irresistible desire to plow her ass. Rei is trying her best, munching and soaking the green in her mouth rather than screaming out your name. You’ll buy her a new, better bikini after this anyways. If she’d ran around in that thing for more than a minute, then you’d need to fuck her the rest of your vacation and that would be—wait, would you even mind that?

You’d do it like this all day long, her wrists in your grasp, her body slightly tilted towards the mirror while you watch her tits bounce with every thrust into her tight back entrance. Rei is at your mercy, only upright because you want to. Each inch you pull out has her scrambling for footing, but you gladly give them back to her, into her, to the point where exactly this has her knees buckling. 

“Fuck you’re so… suffocating,” you mumble, the heat from your crotch spread up to your head long ago. The same goes for Rei: a hand on her freely jumping tits confirms it. Her eyes roll into the back of her head when you roll a nipple in between two lazy fingers. It’s not much, but you swear it made her even tighter and less stable. 

You lift a leg of hers, feel the sweaty meat of her full thigh make your hand sink deep. It reminds you of a pillow, a comfortable bed—now a waterbed because her orgasm is wet. Rei surrenders her beautiful back onto your chest, eyes closed, mouth ready to voice her pleasure but she has to keep it shut. Outside are people, laughing, gossiping, going about their lives. And in here, you recklessly pound in the still sensitive Rei.

It’s incredible how she still relaxes around you, how easy it is to fill her with a girthy cock. Honest to God, it has you tripping, forward, against the cold mirror. Rei spits out her bikini-gag when her hard nubs touch the reflective surface. You’d stop her ensuing moans from escaping her mouth, but you have to hold onto her thigh and breast. There are just not enough hands to touch every perfect part of her body—and her lips are definitely on that list.

Your orgasm is nigh, hence why you thrust frantically, the claps of a nye pelvis on nye ass now also louder than any background noise if someone is close enough. You can already hear the murmurs from behind the curtains. Someone whispers about hearing weird sounds—you have to bust before you get busted.

Rei’s fishnet-covered foot crawls up a wall. Fucking is now easier, so you put in the final gear and reach for her hips to to smash her back into you. Everything is too loud, too lewd; Rei’s expression, your expression, your combined groans, all the sweaty and love juice trailing down your legs—

The connection of your cock in her ass as if explodes on the final thrust you can muster up. Rei’s anal cavity is stretched and now stuffed to the fullest to the point where pulling out will cause a mess of cataclysmic proportions. You have to stay inside her for longer, plug up the cum filled hole as it sluttily clenches around your sensitive cock. 

“Fuck, that was perfect,” Rei groans, her body limp between you and the mirror. You look at her and smile for a second. That round face, adorable, makes for great selfies and family pictures. Mere moments ago, it was drooling and moaning uncontrollably. The duality of Rei.

“Yeah, but how the fuck do we clean this up?” you ask, hands mindlessly on your girlfriend's chest.

“I don’t know, I haven't planned for this scenario. I thought you’d fuck my face and I could swallow it all and then you could fill my ass in the hotel room.”

“Well, we can still do that, but we now need to get out of here.” You try to think for a second before your eyes fall on the fallen bikini thong on the floor. You stop massaging Rei’s breasts and instead reach for her pussy, wet and flushed. “By the way, what was your goal with that ‘bikini’?”

“O-oh, you really don’t like it?”

“It’s just that I wouldn’t be able to help myself but fuck you if you wore that. It’s way too revealing. I don’t want anyone seeing the pussy I fuck and the ass I fill and the tits I fondle—”

“So you want no one seeing me?” Rei moans softly when you rub her clit.

“Yes, cause I love you so fucking much, Rei.”

“Ts, looooser~”

[anadiasmount]

TEACHING JUDE HOW TO PERREAR AAA (because you know there’s nothing worse than having a guy just loosely holding onto your hips and looking up at the ceiling as if he doesn’t want to be there) he’s so mesmerized by the way you move your hips but he knows he has to grip onto your hips and grind back and when he gets the hang of it it’s just 😮‍💨😮‍💨

salió el sol is the song i immediately thought of… it’s very much suitable for this blurb 🤭🤭

he had seen you outside waiting in line, watching how you made your friends laugh and danced a bit from the music that played inside the club. he watched you yet again when you walked into the place like you owned it, hair silky, tiny black lace dress, and those high heels that made your appearance like a sexy super model. all it took once eye glance and jude was hooked.

him watching you the entire night as you expertly played and gambled in poker, drank many shots to which you couldn’t get drunk off on, take pictures with your friends and even at one point working the dj booth. oh but don’t get started when the music switched from old r&b to old school reggeaton.

how you jumped from your spot and fixed your dress, throwing your hair back as you walked hand to hand with your friend down to the dance floor, so far yet so close from the vip booths. “where you going?” asked aurelien, patting the midfielder shoulder as he walked off. “gonna step here real quick, wanna see the crowd…” jude shrugged him off, determined to at least catch you, maybe even offer you a drink.

jude could sense you knew how to dance but not so explicitly and intimidating like this. a hand in your hair, shaking your hips side to side with knee bent, then throwing it back onto your friend, ass shaking as you came up with a sly and clever grin. jude locked his lips, leaning onto the railing, continuing to observe you, how you sensually rolled your hips, threw your head back almost in pleasure, your bottom lip between your teeth as you smirked and danced. a fucking expert… jude thought.

he couldn’t shake off the feeling your radiated. the whole club with their eyes on you. you were the show tonight, and he sure as hell loved it. his fingers gripped tight on his glass as he downed his final sip, not denying how gorgeous you were. jude was mesmerized, by you. and he wanted just a little taste even if he didn’t know how to dance himself.

at one point you had looked up locking eyes with the stranger who couldn’t keep their gaze off you tonight. your friend giving you an ‘i told you so’ look when you told her. “starting to get a little creepy don’t you think?” she spoke loudly as you continued to move your hips and ass to ‘baila morena’ that rang loudly in the club. you could feel the beat, the rhythm, the passion, all in every single song. you felt confident and even more so sexy.

“you’re wrong… the night is just getting started!” you wink at her, grabbing her hand and initiating for her to throw it back on you, hyping her every move as chants and praises were heard in the back from your friends and newer strangers.

time passed, your feet a tad bit sore after dancing for almost an hour. you sat at the bar, quietly stirring your drink with the thin black straw with legs crossed. you sense a familiar stare across from you, smiling at the stranger once again. “rude to stare no?” you’re quick to remark, earning a chuckle and him walking to you. “how so?” he said confidently, leaning against the bar with one arm.

“you’ve stared at me the whole night, like some shy boy in a corner, when deep down we both know what you want…” you cocked your brow up, taking a sip of your drink before turning slightly to face him. jude acknowledged you with a knowing nod. “will it still be rude if i ask to buy you a drink?” he offers, hearing how you laughed.

“not at all…”

“i’m jude,” he introduced. he extends his hand to shake yours, your hands fitting like puzzle pieces, “y/n… encantada.”

“i have to say… you’re an excellent dancer,” jude said, making you look up with a look. “quite a show you put on i must say…”

“jealous?”

“not particularly,” jude shrugged.

“then follow me,” you stood up, grabbing his hand once again before he stops you. “w-wait, i -i don’t know how to dance…” he shyly admits. “well you said so yourself, im an excellent dancer? i’ll teach you,” you guided him to the dance floor, cheering when you hear “salió el sol’ by don omar playing in the dj booth.

“first things first is, you can’t be stiff, let the music flow through your veins,” you advised, smiling as you grabbed on to his shoulders and lead him deeper the crowd. “second, it’s all in the hips, if you can’t move them, then it will suck…” you winked, jude giving you a half grin.

ella lo vuelve loco como se menea, bailando pura candela, lo vuelve loco cuando se acelera, y pela

you show him by circling your hips, guiding his hands to grip and feel as they moved. jude feels his pulse on his wrists quicken, the affect you have on him slowly turning him on, not being able to resist and pull you closer. his feet widen a bit, shocking you as you went between them, continuing your slow movement as you gently grinded on him, feeling his prominent abs as you did.

y yo quiero saber cómo es que baila la julieta… julieta baila sexy con la mano en la cabeza

you turned slowly, your back against his chest as jude dragged his hands along your sides. “you sure you don’t know?” you tease, a bit shocked at how quickly he was learning. “yep… have the best teacher on me currently,” you feel his lips trace your ear, your ass on his crotch as you continued to move your hips now more taunting. “dancing so confident… so sexy…”

you close your eyes, head thrown back on his shoulder, a hand coming to rest on the nape of his neck, the other interlocking with the his that circled your waist. “am i doing right?” jude closed the last bit of space, grinding and bucking his hips with yours so sensually, so hot. jude resists the groan escaping his lips as you whimpered softly.

“doing so good jude…”

the two of you are under a spell, bodies contracting and moving flowy. the different shades of light, the music, the tension, it’s all to much, yet you can’t seem to pull away even when you both lose control and are out of sync. jude’s head nestled into you neck as you feel his hard cock on your ass, his hand low on your abdomen pressing your even closer, whispering daunting words that have you trembling to the tip.

lo de ella es playa y arena, se excita cuando el sol la quema, quiere reggeaton, discoteca pa' la nena, se le mete en las venas

“is it supposed to feel like this?” he asked, pressing a feather kiss on your jaw. “like how?” you stutter now his affect on you, feeling the drinks from the entire night beginning to have their affect. “so tender and intimate? so right?” jude was sure of one thing, that he was compelled by you, not just your dancing, everything about you. “answer me, or i’ll stop,” jude spoke, feeling your muscles tense, as you pushed back more, both his hands ln your hips again.

“you should feel more than just tender and sweet… you have to feel it here,” you turn swiftly, wanting to moan at the loss of contact. “you feel it here,” you touch his beating heart, similar to the bass of the music. “and in here…” you brush his temple, jude placing a kiss on your wrist all the way down to your inner flesh.

you’re so sure by the end of the night you might forget his name and let it be as it is. but it’s clear jude has different plans, his strong muscular hand wrapped behind your back as your clung into his shoulders, your cunt allow rubbing against on one of his strong thighs.

“what else? teach me more.”

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 4<-

Part 5

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Fingering, Praising

Word Count: 4.4k

Note: It get’s spicy with Hyunjin. For real, I’m on my knees for that man… Btw thank you for that amazing feedback. I didn’t thought, that this story would get so much support, since I’m new at writing in english. (English is not my first language so yea…) Hope you like this part! Get ready for some filthy smut in the next parts. (If you want to get tagged, write it in the comments)

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

As Felix's deep voice echoed in your bones, you wiped the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. Your breathing was heavy while you looked at your movements in the mirror. You had underestimated how complicated and exhausting the choreographies of the boys were

It wasn't the first time you had learned the choreography to one of the Stray Kids' songs. As a dancer, you had been so impressed with the performances that you had spent entire nights watching all of the Dance Practice videos, performances, and even Hyunjin's livestreams.

They were all stunning dancers with so much passion, but especially when Hyunjin danced, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

Every move was mesmerizing and his charisma on stage drove heat through your veins every time. You didn't know how you would react the first time you would see the kids perform live.

That was exactly what had awakened the longing in you again. So sometimes you had stayed longer, when you were sure that everyone had already left, and had started to learn the choreographies yourself in the practice room or even to think up your own.

Today you also took advantage of the time, as the kids were at a shoot for a planned YouTube series. It was going to be a series of vlogs that would show the work behind the album. The very next week, the first video of it would come out. According to Changbin's last message, they were all going to have dinner together at the end of the day before heading back to the dorm.

He had asked if you wanted to come too, but you had declined with thanks. At least you had the chance to clear your head a little bit and do what you loved.

In the meantime you were already on the fifth or sixth song. At the beginning you had warmed up a little and stretched.

It didn't take long and you were fully in your element again. The movements flowed as if they were automatically engraved in your body and every muscle burned from the effort. It was liberating and the room was more than perfectly equipped with the large mirrors and the expensive music system.

Then you discovered a song in your downloads that Chan had sent you a few days ago. He had written and sung it with Hyunjin, but told you they wouldn't release it.

The first time you heard it, your jaw dropped. You heard it again, and then again. Chans and Hyunjin's voices on "Red Lights", were just sexy. The whole song had so much sex appeal that you couldn't help but imagine the two of them performing it.

It was dangerous, and you cursed Chan for planting those fantasies in your head in the first place.

But when you heard it and moved to it, it felt sensual. Your body adapted itself to the passionate mood and with every swing of your hips you became more and more absorbed in the song.

Completely caught up in your world, you stroked your body with your hands, landing on the floor with a twist, moving my upper body in a wave until you slowly came back to Chan's verse from your knees to your feet, letting your hands slide up your legs until you were standing upright again.

They were moves you had picked up from professional pole dancers in clubs, and you liked the sensuality behind them, to Hyunjin's and Chan's voices.

As Hyunjin's part began, you couldn't help but imagine how you had watched him work out a choreography yesterday.

His shirt had stuck to his body and every time he had let out a gasp or a sigh of exertion, you heart had skipped a beat. Actually, you were supposed to log his ideas and then coordinate them with the choreographer, but you had just tried not to stare too conspicuously when he put on those intense looks while he danced, his hair sticking sweatily to his forehead.

With this image in your mind, the erotic mood took over your body and you also recognized in your face this passion while dancing. It was addictive to surrender to the heat. The movements merged fluidly with each beat.

As the song slowly came to an end, you breathed heavily, brushed your hair out of your sweaty face and pulled your ponytail tighter.

Just as you were about to go to your phone to turn on a new song, you froze in mid-motion.

You blinked, hoping you were just imagining that Hyunjin was leaning against the closed door, watching you in utter silence.

You would have loved to run out screaming immediately, but he was blocking the door, looking outrageously handsome.

His long hair fell in his face and his defined arms were crossed in front of his body. He was wearing a black tank top that was cut wide at the sides, so you could see his pale skin. In addition, gray sweatpants and his rings, from which you did not dare to look up.

Your face must have resembled a tomato by now and your mouth was open in despair.

How long had he been watching you dance without you noticing?

"Hyunjin... You're here? I thought you guys were going out to eat... I didn't think anyone else would come here", you stuttered, wishing yourself far away.

His gaze wandered up and down your body without hesitation. So far he had only seen you in fancy business clothes, like blouses or skirts and now you were standing in front of him sweaty in just a sports bra and sweatpants.

"The others have left. I wanted to work out a little more and do a livestream. And I wasn't expecting that either", he explained as he made a motion in your direction with his hand.

Slowly, you nodded, and at that, your heart raced in such a way that you saw it as a welcome escape to die of a heart attack here and now.

"You heard the song", he said then, coming closer.

"Uh... Yes."

He had seen you dancing erotically to his song. The whole thing was too awkward to be true, and yet his eyes continued to roam over your body with interest.

"I didn't know you could dance like that."

Embarrassed, you wrapped your arms around your torso. You felt at the mercy of his engaging presence wearing only a red sports bra and black jogging pants that were loose at the hips because they were way too wide for you.

"I only dance as a hobby.... I'm sorry if I'm not allowed to be here. I'll let you work out in peace", you gushed as his eyes were now driving you increasingly insane. They were by now glued to the strip of skin on your hip that exposed the waistband of your red string due to the loose fit of your sweatpants. Before you could move, he grabbed you by the upper arm with one hand and held you back gently but firmly. His eyes took on a gleam that reminded you of a cat on the hunt. Immediately, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as his fingers rested firmly on your skin.

"You can dance here whenever you want. If anyone tells you otherwise, you can say you have my explicit permission to do so."

You had to tilt your head back a little to look into the much taller man's seductive face.

"Thank you", you murmured, secretly wondering why he didn't just let you go. You desperately needed to scream all the shame, heart punding, and fluttering in your stomach into a pillow.

"How long have you been standing there?", you asked quietly, and that's when one corner of his mouth slowly lifted.

"Only since Red Lights... Unfortunately."

A question burned on your tongue and you were afraid of making a fool of yourself with it, but you were keenly interested in his opinion, since he was the one who inspired you to dance again.

"What did you think? Of my dancing?"

He shifted his weight to the other foot and didn't even try to hide his gaze. As he answered, he inspected every place where your bare skin flashed out.

"It looked strong and... hot. Very sexy."

Overwhelmed, you expelled your breath and were completely taken in by his presence. The smirk turned to a grin and he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His cool fingers brushed your heated skin and it began to tingle at that spot.

"We could do the livestream together, if that would be okay with you."

You were silent for a few seconds, looking at him in wonder.

"I don't know if Stay would want to watch that...", you doubted aloud and just the thought of dancing with Hyunjin gave you goosebumps all over your body.

"Stay love you. Have you seen on TikTok how many edits there already are about you? If they find out you can dance that well too, you'll probably have to become an idol too", he said with amusement.

"No thank you. I'd rather leave that to you", you laughed, looking down at yourself uncertainly.

In fact, you had already noticed that most of the fans reacted very positively to you. Since you were constantly in paparazzi pictures with the guys, and sometimes in vlogs, your face was all over TikTok. Stays even took old interviews you had done and made edits out of them.

So maybe they really liked seeing you dance with Hyunjin. You really hoped they would.

"We'll start off really chill.... I'll warm up a bit, we'll chat and if it gets too much for you, you just leave”, he began, already getting his camera and Ipad to set up in front of the mirror.

"Well, we can freestyle a little choreography. It's even more fun with someone else."

You finally nodded and he smiled with satisfaction.

He set everything up, wrote a short message on Bubble and then started the stream. It took only seconds and you already had several thousand viewers.

Hyunjin greeted the fans and explained that today you would dance together. To your surprise, the comments were full of encouragement and kind comments.

Hyunjin gave you a short look that clearly meant something like: Told you so!

Then he started warming up to a slower song. Meanwhile, you were reading comments, chatting and answering simple questions, but one kept jumping out at you.

"Are you dating Hyunjin?"

You had read the question aloud before you realized it and immediately bit your tongue. But before you could embarrass yourself any further, Hyunjin came closer, knelt behind you, and wrapped his arms around your stomach.

Resting his chin on your shoulder, he then said:

"Y/N is like family to me and the other members now. We can't be without her anymore."

He left it at that and you tried to put on a neutral expression. His hands stroked your stomach and there the touch was gone.

Of all the music requests, you finally agreed on ‘Under the Influence’ by Chris Brown, as you realised quickly that you both knew the choreography from a video from the YouTube channel 1MILLION Dance Studio. You noticed that most of the requests in the comments were very erotic songs.

As if that's what the fans wanted to see.

When you went through the Choreo in your head, you got hot and cold at the same time. It was a very intimate dance with lots of naughty but strong movements. The fact that Hyunjin actually wanted to do it live with you made you even more nervous.

Then the time came. You briefly went through the choreography again, then he started the song and you began to move.

The sequences of steps were challenging and quite fast, but it was just as much fun.

You saw Hyunjin's focused gaze in the mirror as you moved in sync, trying to control your breathing as he watched you with those hypnotising glance in his eyes.

You got to the part in the song where you stood close to each other. You put your hand to his chest and felt it rise and fall quickly. That's when he lifted your chin with two fingers and the air immediately became electrically charged. Your breath caught as his lips hovered right in front of yours for a blink.

With a knowing grin on his face, you turned away from each other again and now, strangely, you danced even more in unison.

His movements were full of energy yet fluid, pulling you along with him.

The music wrapped your bodies together and you noticed nothing else but his body, the heated atmosphere and the passion that was only fueled with each eye contact.

Finally you landed in front of him, he put an arm on your shoulder and you rolled your hips against his. He moved his with your ass before you jumped apart again. His eyes sparked as you got down a bit with your back to the camera, supported yourself on your thighs and moved your hips.

Hyunjin, meanwhile, began to change the choreography and made it his own. You let him lead you and enjoyed being so completely in tune with him, even though it was the first time you danced together.

Then he pulled you closer by the hips, which was not part of the choreo. Both hands were firmly on your sides and you leaned back against his chest.

So you let your hips circle with his and as he pulled you even closer with his hands. You felt him press your ass firmly against his bulge. You felt his breath on your neck and smelled his sweet cologne, which immediately clouded your mind.

His body pressed so tightly against yours made you skin tingle at every turn. He made the dance even more suggestive and he knew exactly what he did with each move. Your eyes met in the mirror and you were surprised by the intensity in both your faces. Sweat was on your foreheads and as the song ended, you were breathing heavily.

Your eyes locked and the tension between you was almost unbearable.

You would have loved to dance even closer with him and touch him everywhere. But then you both seemed to remember the stream. You sat down in front of the camera again and the comments went completely crazy.

"Hot!"

"That was insane!"

"You guys look incredibly sexy together!"

And many more were written. Hyunjin smiled contentedly to himself and while you took a breath, people were already asking for the next song.

Suddenly, he put his hand on your leg and closed his fingers around your inner thigh. Perplexed, you quickly stared at the stream, but your legs were not visible on the screen. This stirred up the heat in your belly again and you couldn’t think of anything else but Hyunjin's fingers firmly gripping your inner thigh and the cool metal of his rings that you felt even through your sweatpants.

His hands kept wandering up until he almost touched you where you were longing for him. The heat between your thighs got even worse, when he looked at you, like he didn't know, how cruel his teasing was. But behind that innocent expressions he exactly knew, what he did to you.

It was kind of a revenge. You had no idea how hard he already was, when he saw you dancing to his song.

Hyunjin danced a few more songs by himself and you tried not to look too excited. You worked with him and wanted to look professional, even though everything inside you was screaming to pounce on him. You sat on the sofa behind him, playing with the water bottle in your lap as you watched him.

That's when a message lit up on your phone. Hyunjin was starting Thunderous and kept giving you glances over the mirror. Reading Jisung's name, you opened the message.

"We saw the stream. Go check Twitter!"

You quickly scrolled through Twitter and the first videos started popping up. Fans had already uploaded clips of you dancing together.

You didn't dare to look at the footage, skimming over some of the comments and as you did, the heat was back in your cheeks again.

"Y/N is incredibly hot!"

"OMG. So much tension!"

"We need a dance cover of these two!"

"I can't decide which of the two I'd rather be."

"They're like dancing pornstars."

And tons more messages poured in on your timeline. Pictures showed Hyunjin and you pressed closely together, giving each other almost pornographic looks.

Completely lost in thought, you continued to watch him.

Every muscle of his limbs strained against invisible restraints, as soon as the music changed the tempo. The room was by now dimly lit by the lights on the ceiling, as it must already be the middle of the night. They cast a soft shadow of his long, elegant figure on the floor and you bit your lower lip to think clearly again.

The gentle yet sensual movements of his body captivated you. Your eyes fixed on every movement he made as he lost himself in the music until it finally ended.

It wasn't until he gave you a long look over the mirror that snapped you back into reality. A knowing grin was on his lips as you quickly looked at your phone.

He continued to chat for a while with the fans.

You kept reading the comments until you heard Hyunjin saying goodbye to the fans. You waved from the background and that's when you disappeared from the screen.

Hyunjin's breath went rattling and he grabbed a bottle of water, drinking it completely while standing.

"You were amazing!", he then said when his breathing returned back to normal. Distracted by your phone, you slowly stood up and smiled excitedly at him.

That's when he also glanced at his phone and raised his eyebrows.

"That was quick", he muttered, tossing the empty plastic bottle onto the sofa.

"I knew the fans would go crazy for you!", he said after a few minutes of silently scrolling through his messages. When he lifted his eyes, he caught you staring at him and began to grin.

"I wouldn't mind if we did this more often", he added, tossing his phone onto the sofa as well.

"Yeah, that was fun", you replied, and as soon as he took a longer look at you again, the dangerous glint entered his eyes. The tension between you returned in a flash and to dispel the muddled thoughts, you quickly turned to the mirror and stared at your phone.

"Strange... You weren't so shy when you were dancing", he said aloud and you heard his footsteps getting closer. His voice became a shade deeper and you held your breath as you felt his chest brush against your back.

"You know, I can hardly concentrate when you look at me like that when I dance..."

Being alone with him was so much more exhilarating and, more importantly, dangerous, than you could have imagined.

Your breath caught as you felt his fingers on the back of your neck. Like fine brush strokes, he trailed down your spine, and along the way took your phone from you with his other hand and tossed it carelessly to the floor.

Then his fingers were firmly on your hip, pushed the waistband of your string down a bit and gripped your skin tightly. Immediately a gasp escaped you and with a glance in the mirror you saw his soft grin.

"You have no reason to be this shy around me, Princess.”

The firm passion in his grip made you breathe a startled sigh and almost automatically, you grinded your ass against him. With one hand, he held your hip firmly pressed against his so that you could feel his length, which by now was getting harder and harder.

You could even feel its enormous size through the fabric.

The other hand slowly closed around your neck and pushed your head to the side as he began to spread wet kisses on your neck.

Your head was so foggy now that you were unconscious to anything but the heat growing between your legs, and you whimpered softly as he sank his teeth into your soft skin at the crook of your neck. He sucked, licked and bit into the sensitive spots, making you squeeze your thighs together to make the tension a little more bearable.

Your eyelids fluttered as he continued to rub his hard length against your ass, and as he did you felt his breathing become more raspy.

The hand on your neck closed tighter around it and you tried to listen to your mind, but you were already overcome by his charms.

"Your skin tastes even sweeter than I thought", he breathed close to your ear and he slid the strap of your sports bra off your shoulder to continue working your skin with his seductive plush lips.

"Jinnie...", you gasped, overwhelmed, as he pinched your side with one hand before sliding his fingers under the waistband of your panties.

That's when he finally let go of your neck for a second and looked over the mirror into your face. He looked outrageously sexy as he tilted his head slightly and looked at you questioningly.

"What are you doing?", you asked, swallowing hard. You could already see the red bruises he had sucked into your pale skin.

"Ever since I caught you here, dancing to my song, like a fucking stripper, sweaty and in those clothes... I've had to restrain myself from ripping them right off."

The pressure of his hand around your throat tightened, and immediately heat shot to each of your limbs.

"I can't, Hyunjin", you whispered desperately, clinging to his arm that was around your neck. He wasn't going to let you go.

"Why would you think that, princess?"

"I'm your manager. If anyone finds out..."

"So you don't like it?" he asked with a challenging tone.

"I...", that's all you dared to say.

"So you're not as turned on as I am right now?", he murmured in your ear and you forced yourself to shake your head. Even though you couldn't think of something else than his bare skin on yours. You wanted him so bad that it already hurts.

Immediately his full lips twisted into an amused smile.

"Are you sure about this?"

You fingers were still digging firmly into his arm, when he released his hand at your hip and slid it down your pants. He licked his lips as he first gently stroked his fingers over your core and then pressed two fingers firmly against the completely soaked fabric of your thong.

Your knees went weak and you rolled your hips against his with a gasp.

"You're already that wet for me, princess? That's really naughty... Should we do something about that?"

His sweet words continued to twist your mind and as he began to slowly circle his fingers, you buried your face against his neck. He continued to hold your upright in front of him and murmured:

"All you have to do is say something and I'll stop."

At that moment he gave more pressure directly onto your clit. In response, something very close to a moan escaped from your lips. With his hand on your neck, he lifted your chin to make you look at him.

He enjoyed every gasp, every desperate flutter of your eyelids, and in one motion pushed your underwear aside. Before you can prepare, he sinked two of his long fingers inside you and looked proudly at your lips that are parted in shock.

Then he started pumping them inside you, hitting all the right spots immediately. If he wouldn't had pressed you tightly against him, your legs would have dropped as he slid another finger inside you.

"You look so damn beautiful, so desperate with my fingers inside you. I wonder what you'd look like with my dick pounding into your sweet little cunt..."

Your high rolled in so hard you moaned his name several times, and he only quickened the pace of his hand.

"Now I know what Chan meant... You're really hard to resist. You know that all of us want to fuck you since the day you came through that door?"

He was mesmerised by those little cries and sobs you let slip when he's toying with your aching pussy, fingers rubbing at your swollen nub and cooing at you so mockingly as you try to cover your glassy eyes from him.

That was enough to push you over the top. Overwhelmed, you came faster than you ever had in your life and Hyunjin caught your moans with a kiss, which he deepened as he pumped his fingers inside you a few more times. You quickly reached for his face and returned the kiss desperately like you would drown otherwise.

His tongue stroked your lower lip and immediately he pushed it into your mouth. The kiss was messy and dirty, but he had just made you come so hard with just his fingers that your head was completely blank.

When you finally broke away from each other, breathing heavily, he slipped his hand out of your panties, pushed his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.

"You even taste intoxicating", he said, now gently stroking your hair out of your face.

"You look tired. I'll have a cab come for you."

As if nothing had ever happened, he went over to his phone and contacted a cab for you. Gradually, your sanity returned and you just couldn't believe what had just happened.

Only a short time later, you were sitting in the cab trying to sort out your thoughts.

Hyunjin had given you one last intense kiss before you could leave and you didn't understand anything anymore. His lips on yours felt electrifying and your skin didn’t stop tingling.

First of all the situation with Chan and then this....

Your life could hardly get any crazier.

-> Part 6

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[mikaleialt]

BMW

Bada Lee x reader

Smut (mdi)

Synosis: Bada can't take it anymore, you are both on the way to a party hosted by JustJerk to celebrate the dance academy's anniversary. But you just had to wear that skimpy dress and now here you are, in the middle of the empty road on a rather foggy night.

cw: smut, public sex (?), car sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus. read at your own risk, no use of Y/n, not proofread

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Bada's grip on the wheel gets tighter and tigher as every second passes as she tries to focus on the road ahead.

You are seating on the passenger seat, wearing that tight black dress that is slowly riding up your thighs. Bada clenches her jaw as she watches you taking pictures of yourself, and the streetlights and buildings you passed by on the corner of her eye.

Honestly why do you have to wear that sexy outfit anyway, Bada thoughts to herself—not that her outfit isn't sexy too, after all she is wearing a white croptop under a black cropped blazer and a pair of black pants which looks absolutely stunning on her.

You seem unaware of the effect you have on Bada when you wore the dress as you now spam her phone with your selfies.

While taking pictures of yourself, Bada slowly loses control over herself as she puts her hand on your thighs, slowly caressing it. But this gesture is not foreign to you anymore, Bada always does this whenever you're next to her while driving, so you disregard her and continue to take a photo of you in another angle.

As few more minute passes by, Bada's hands starts to wander closer to the hem of your dress which by now is just a few inches away from your waist. You stay still in silence as you anticipate Bada's next move.

"Fuck, I can't help it anymore" Bada mutters as she pulled over to the side of the empty road. You look at her, confused as to why she stopped the car but when Bada looks back at you, you felt a shiver run down your spine as you met her cold glaze.

"Back of the car. Now." Bada presses the button to unbuckle both of your seatbelt before opening the door next to her and moving to the back of her BMW sedan.

Feeling scared and excited at the same time, you quickly followed her order and exited the passenger seat to move to the backseat.

But upon opening the right-side door of the backseat, Bada had already pulled you inside and quickly attacked your lips with kisses.

You moaned right into the kiss at your girlfriend's aggresiveness, as you felt her hands caress your thighs once again before hiking up your dress all the way up to you waist, exposing the lacey panties you have underneath.

"Fucking hell, you were planning this all along do you?" Bada once again mutters as she run her finger down on your clothed folds, feeling the wet spot on your panties which made you release a small moan.

Bada continues on kissing your lips before wandering down to your neck, sucking and biting it before going back up to make out with you once again.

"B-Bada, wait—the party" You try to say in between the kiss. "Fuck the party, I'm enjoying this more" she said as she now set your panties aside before playing with your clit.

You can't help but moan loudly at the sensation you're feeling. How did an innocent drive to a party escalated to this, you thought.

After a few more minutes of Bada playing with your clit and leaving marks all over your neck and shoulders, she finally inserted two fingers and start scissoring you which causes you to moan louder.

"B-Bada—nggh... wait— ah" her fingers are so long, that it hits you all on the right places that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You tried to stop her from making you cum, afraid that you'll ruin both of your outfits and the car seat. But Bada doesn't care about any of that right now, what she wants is to fuck you senseless.

After one last kiss, Bada pulls up your dress off of you before throwing it to the passenger seat. She then stops for a while, being mesmerized by the work she had done on your neck and how beautiful your body is.

"So beautiful" she mutters underneath her breath, before placing her hand on your breast, massaging it while she placed your other breast on her mouth.

She started sucking your breast whilst her left hand massages the other and her right starts fingering you once again.

You are now moaning uncontrollably at how good your girlfriend makes you feel. Your hand is now gripping her hair whilst the other is underneath her shirt, leaving scratch marks unintentionally.

Bada could feel your inside spasm and your body shakes, indicating that you are closing on the edge as she thrust her fingers back in at a faster pace.

Soon enough you finally finishes on her fingers, but your girlfriend isn't nowhere done with you yet.

She then lets you lay down in a more comfortable position, before she places your legs on her shoulder, lifting your waist up closer so that she is at level with your glistening pussy.

Bada licked her lips hungrily, looking at you and waiting for your reaction while you are giving her a pleading look. You already know what she is about to do and you want her to do it already. You look back at her, filled with anticipation and lust.

Bada smirks at your pleading eyes, you look like you could cry at any time now, which she will gladly make you— make you cry in pleasure, I mean— she didn't waste time and started taking in long stripes of lick between your folds and occasionally sucking on your clit, before putting her tounge inside you.

You can't help but grind your hips to her face, as her tounge works its magic inside you. The party that you were about to attend has been long gone on both of your thoughts...

~

Meanwhile at the party...

~

Tatter has been waiting for the two of you for hours now, the other member of the leader of JustJerk wants Bada to give a share a few things about BeBe's journey for the party as a speech but their leader is nowhere to be found.

Most people are already too drunk to dance, some are even passed out already at the floor. Tatter is almost there as she had been downing beer after beer while waiting for the couple.

"Yo Tatter, any news on the two yet?" Kyma, the second most sober of all next to Tatter asks. "Not yet. Hold on, I'll try calling them again" Tatter dials Bada's number and after a few rings, Bada answers the call... or does she?

Unaware, you were actually laying down on Bada's phone the whole time and when Tatter's call reached the phone, you accidentally presses "answer" so when Tatter finally felt relieved that "Bada" finally answers the call...

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"..oh shit Bada—nggh yes yes fuck..."

"..taste so good... so so fucking good"

"...ahhh—I'm close... Bada~~"

Tatter ended the call immediately before downing a whole glass of beer in one go. Kyma looks at Tatter who looks like she had seen a ghost.

"So what did she say? Are they coming or what" Kyma asks the traumatised girl. "Oh they are coming alright" Tatter muttered.

"What's that again?" Kyma didn't hear her clearly, but instead of answering, Tatter stayed quiet before grabbing another drink, more stronger than the last one.

~

You both arrived later than you expected but the party wasn't over yet. You first saw Tatter alone at a table, looking off so the both of you approached her.

"Hey Tatter, sorry we're late... we just got stuck in a traffic" Bada puts out a lame excuse, but Tatter just looks at her with a traumatised look, before drinking another glass.

"Yeah sure...traffic... by the way, you missed a spot" Tatter looks at you and pointed out to your neck that has a hickey that you missed when you were putting concealer on it. You become a blushing mess and let's just say from that day forward, Tatter has been left with a quite traumatic memory from the two of you.

A/n: Tatter, my poor baby... anyway I hope you liked this, my requests are open! Please note that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken serious, most of the characters mentioned in my story are real people but their character in this story does not reflect who they truly are in person. Learn to seperate reality from fantasy.

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[littlefireball]

ᴡᴏᴏꜱᴀɴ|ꜱ*x ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ (ᴍ)

ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴡᴏᴏꜱᴀɴ x ɪᴅᴏʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʟᴏɴɢ~ʟᴏɴɢ~ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴘᴏʟʏ ᴀᴜ|ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ|ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ꜱᴇx|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛᴇ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.4ᴋ

Every summer, renowned music programs host special stages, featuring collaborations between popular male and female group members.

This time, you find yourself among the chosen few.

The theme of the collaboration song revolves around being healthy and sexy, a departure from your usual conservative image.

Despite this, you embrace the opportunity, eager to shatter stereotypes and astonish your two boyfriends, Wooyoung and San.

Keeping your participation a secret from them, you tread cautiously, whether en route to the TV station or backstage, hoping to evade their notice.

Your silhouette was accentuated in the alluring ensemble; a low-cut, cropped suspender top highlights your delicate chest and alluring waistline, while denim shorts elongate your slender legs.

Before stepping onto the stage, you meticulously groom yourself in front of the mirror, the unfamiliarity of the sexy attire causing a flutter of unease within you.

The anticipation of Wooyoung and San's reactions - be it surprise, delight, or any other emotion - adds to your jitters. Amidst the chaos in your mind, you find solace in deep breaths, attempting to soothe your anxious heart.

"Hey! There's a summer collaboration stage this time! I wonder what song it will be?" ATEEZ exclaimed with excitement.

"Watch and you'll know!" The members of ATEEZ sat on the sofa in the resting room, eagerly staring at the TV, anticipating the upcoming performance.

The camera panned to the black curtains, then suddenly the lights illuminated the stage, revealing a lineup of performers. As the music began, you turned around, stunning everyone with your presence.

"Y/N??" Wooyoung and San exclaimed in unison, surprised and delighted by your unexpected participation in the collaboration stage.

The summer-themed music continued to play, and you effortlessly danced to the beat, captivating the audience with your alluring performance. The camera zoomed out to capture your elegant movements and striking outfit.

The members of ATEEZ were taken aback by your outfit, which contrasted with your usual style. Your graceful dance moves and statuesque figure exuded a seductive charm that left them mesmerized.

Lost in the moment, Wooyoung and San were completely engrossed in your performance, unable to look away. Your magnetic presence held them captive, as they watched you with admiration and awe.

Their bodies pulsed with warmth, a magnetic pull drawing their focus to their throbbing desire. Thoughts of your moans, your enticing presence beneath them, and how expertly you handle their arousal flickered through their mind. Sensations of heat and moisture intertwined, fueling their urgent need.

Oh, they wanted to fuck you now.

"Wow, Y/N's dancing is so good~," Jongho teased, finding their reactions amusing.

"Hey! She's mine, don't even think about it," Wooyoung retorted possessively.

"She belongs to us. She's never been just yours," San interjected, his possessiveness tinged with annoyance.

"We've never seen Y/N look so alluring before," Yunho joked, unconcerned with the consequences.

"Hands off, she's off-limits!"

"Someone's getting jealous~~"

"Hush, let's not start a fight," Seonghwa quickly intervened, sensing the tension rising.

The cheers from the TV signaled the end of your performance, but the desire you ignited in them only burned brighter.

Wooyoung and San looked at each other as the same idea pop up in their mind and left the room.

"Hey, use protection." Seonghwa reminded.

"What're you talking about?" They rolled their eyes in the back and smirked.

"Your mind is so dirty, hyung."

"Thank you," you said with a bow before making your way back to your room. The lounge was situated in a secluded area, ensuring minimal foot traffic. The staff were busy preparing for the next performance, creating a serene atmosphere around the lounge.

As you opened the door, you eagerly anticipated any messages from your boyfriends. "Any messages?" you asked, hoping to hear from the manager.

Instead of your manager, it was Sannie,who greeted you. Surprised and delighted, you rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss.

"Sannie~~"

He responded in kind, holding your face gently as he kissed you again, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"where's Youngie?" you asked, eager to see him. Sannie explained that Wooyoung had gone to fetch something important, but he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Wait for what?"

"You guess?"

His hand caressed your face, while the other moved to your backside, his deep voice sending a thrill through you.

"Hmm, Sannie," you murmured, feeling his touch ignite a fire within you."Who was the sexy performer on stage today, keeping secrets from us? Naughty," he teased, his voice dripping with allure.

"I just wanted to surprise you," you replied, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hand squeezed your butt.

"Well, I want to surprise you too," he whispered, his hand sliding down your arm and behind your back.

Feeling his arousal against you, you blushed and bit your lip, caught in his intense gaze. "What do you think we should do about this?" he asked, his knee pressing between your thighs and his cock rubbing your lower core, leaving you breathless and eager for more.

"But…here…"

"Just keep your voice down and everything will be fine."

Your words were interrupted by his passionate kiss. He kissed you with intensity, nibbling and sucking on your lips, creating a soft, intimate sound. The kiss was brief, as his arousal was difficult to ignore.

"Oh, I need to fuck you now."

"Let's be quiet, okay? We don't want to be caught," he whispered.

He kissed you again, offering reassurance. Deep down, you craved their desire to fuck you, but you hadn't expected them to be so bold as to engage in intimacy backstage; you had imagined it would happen at home.

"You look so sexy. I never knew my girlfriend was so daring," he murmured, trailing kisses along your earlobe and leading you to the dressing table, turning you to face the mirror.

San couldn't resist the overwhelming desire that surged through him as he remembered you dancing in that alluring outfit-your chest bouncing and hips swaying.

Every fiber of his being tingled with the allure of your beauty, his heart racing and breath quickening.

"Oh, my beautiful one. Your pussy belongs to me," he whispered, pressing you against him, his hardness pressing against your backside, teasingly pushing into you through the fabric.

"Ha…San…" You rested your head on his shoulder as he slid down your pants and underwear.

"You're already wet for me," he observed, his hand tracing up your thigh, over your buttocks, and finally to your moist entrance.

As he prepared to enter you with his fingers, you stopped him.

"Just fuck me, Sannie. No need for preparation."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, peppering your neck with kisses, his gaze filled with lust and tenderness.

"I'm ready. Please," you insisted.

"Of course, my love." He unbuckled his belt, the metallic sound heightening the anticipation as he prepared to enter you.

"I'm going to show you how much I desire you." With one hand cradling your neck and the other on your waist, he wasted no time in sliding his hardness into your wetness after he slide the condom down on his cock.

Your mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape, and your toes curled involuntarily. "You're mine," he declared, thrusting deeply, drawing a moan from your lips.

"Ahhh…San…" "Shhh, remember what I just said?" He maintained a steady rhythm, his movements synchronized with the softness of your touch. Despite the lack of preparation, your wetness allowed him to penetrate you fully.

He grabbed your hair and you closed your eyes, not wanting to moan out so loud but only panting so heavily. Your throat feels constricted, and the excitement in your lower body consumed your senses.

"Watch yourself, honey. I want you to see how I fuck the life out of you." You opened your eyes and met his gaze, attractive as fuck. Your body moved back and forth from his thrusting and collided to the table.

"Tight af, my honey." His tip hits your most sensitive spot, and the sounds of wacking and squeaking of water and flesh colliding acts as an aphrodisiac, urging San to thrust harder and faster.

"Fuck, San!" He slapped your ass, causing it to slightly bounce. The soft touch was his favourite. He increased the strength of his hands, raising your head higher, and the slight pain pushed you further into excitement. He gritted his teeth, and you saw beads of sweat on his forehead in the mirror, but his charm remained intact.

His hardened cock reached as deep as possible, twitching every time when you let out a moan. It was hard to fully suppress groan and you could only cover your mouth and bite your lips, even drawing some blood.

'Knock─Knock─" The knock on the door jolted you awake, fear gripping your heart as you exchanged a wide-eyed glance with each other. The thought of being discovered sent a shiver down your spine, the consequences looming ominously in your mind.

"It's me," came the familiar voice of Wooyoung, bringing a wave of relief as he entered the room. However, his eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of San already engaged in passionate intimacy with you.

"Hey! How could you start without me?! Weren't we supposed to wait?" Wooyoung exclaimed, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"You were taking too long, my friend. I can't wait," San replied, his movements not faltering as he continued to thrust with a steady rhythm.

Wooyoung grumbled but eventually settled onto the sofa, watching the scene unfold before him with a mix of curiosity and arousal. The sight of you panting heavily, your body moving in sync with San's thrusts, was undeniably captivating.

So sexy.

Of course, just like San, Wooyoung couldn't bear the heat running through the body and his erection. He pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock and started to jerk off while watching you to make love.

"Ahhh…" His head rested on the sofa, and the speed of his hands became faster, panting continuously, with embarrassing moans mixed with yours.

"Fuck, Y/N." Now your image filled with wooyoung's mind-how his cock was wrapped around by your velvet wall, how your warmth drove him crazy.

"It seems he wants you so much, honey." San pecked at your nape and kept thrusting. You turned your head and watched what wooyoung was doing.

He was so sexy.

"You want him too? I can feel how wetter you are."

"Hmmm…"

"But baby you have to cum first or I will not let him fuck you." San released his hand and caressed your clit, circling and giving a hard press.

"Oh shit, Sannie…" "Cum."

With a final, powerful thrust, San brought you both to the peak of pleasure, your moans filling the room as you reached climax together. Wooyoung, also, came all on the tissues with a loud moan.

As San withdrew, WooYoung took his place, pulling you into his arms with a possessive yet tender gesture, his fingers gently caressing your hair.

"My turn."

"Sorry, I can't wait." San leaned in to kiss wooyoung's temple, a silent apology for his impatience.

Wooyoung's gaze shifted as he met yours, a flicker of desire passing through his eyes before he masked it.

"Are you alright, darling?" Your weary eyes met him with a mix of exhaustion and longing, sensing the intensity of his desire that threatened to consume you. You knew he wouldn't easily release his hold on you.

"I'm fine, I guess," you replied softly, the words barely escaping your lips before he lifted your chin and claimed your mouth in a hungry kiss. The passion between you ignited, each kiss a fervent exploration of shared desire, a merging of souls that left an indelible mark on your hearts.

Breathless and lost in the moment, your lips remained locked in a dance of fervor. Wooyoung guided you to the couch, positioning himself above you as your kisses continued to convey a shared hunger, a mutual enjoyment of the escalating tension without a struggle for dominance.

"It seems we don't need any more preparation, do we?" he murmured, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Please, Wooyoung," you whispered, already dizzy with anticipation, the remnants of your previous climax still coursing through your veins. Surrendering to instinct, you pleaded, momentarily forgetting your surroundings.

"Patience, my love," he replied, his voice a low rumble as he pressed against you, entering you with practiced skill. Your body arched in response, hands clutching his shoulders for support.

"Oh, Wooyoung," you moaned as he set a deliberate pace, each thrust slow but deep, as if seeking to push you to your limits with every movement.

As he teased you with shallow withdrawals followed by deep, penetrating thrusts, you felt a wave of pleasure building within you, overwhelming your senses. Your moans were stifled, muffled by the intensity of the moment.

"You were so sexy today, babe. How can you wear such an outfit but never tell us, huh?"

"Hmm…I just wanna surprise you…"

"Oh really?" He suddenly thrust so hard and hit your g spot without any error.

"Ah!" You shouted out and he immediately covered your mouth, wearing a smile on his lips.

"Feel so good, right?" He repeated what he did just now as if teasing you. You closed your eyes as everything was just overwhelming. Moaning and groaning were suppressed, only muffled sound came out.

Beside him, San shifted uncomfortably, his own desire reignited by the sight of Wooyoung's fervent lovemaking. His gaze lingered on you, a mix of envy and arousal evident in his expression.

"Damn… darling… you drive me crazy," San muttered, his hand moving to pleasure himself as he watched Wooyoung claim you as his own, a possessive glint in his eyes that dared San to challenge his dominance.

Wooyoung deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance with a hint of aggression, a silent declaration of his claim over you. You yielded to his advances, allowing him to take the lead as his movements grew more urgent, more possessive, a silent promise of unbridled passion yet to come.

After parting from your lips, he nestled his head in the curve of your neck, leaving a lingering kiss.

"No…no hickey…others may see it…"

"Yes, babe." WooYoung increased his speed, pounding against your G-spot and rubbing against your inner walls in a fast paced.

"Oh fuck!" He knew you were about to reach limit.

"Don't cum until I tell you."

"Hmm, please, youngie~"

"Be good, hm?" He pecked at your lips and turned his head to San.

"Someone needs help, babe." He pulled you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"San, come here."

"Fuck her with me." You widened your eyes surprisingly and couldn't believe what you just heard.

"It's okay, babe. You can take it, hm?" You nodded, snuggling into the nook of his neck, feeling a bit awkward in your current position. All you wanted was for them to fuck you as quickly as possible.

"Can you take us at the same time, honey?"

"Yah..yah…"

"You're so good as always."

"Take a seat, babe." Wooyoung planted a gentle kiss on your temple before you felt two hands grip your hips. San lay on the sofa, easing you down slowly while guiding his hardness towards your entrance.

"Hiss…."

Now you were sandwiched between them, with your back against San's chest, sensing his warmth and the rhythm of his breath. Your chest pressed against Wooyoung's, the friction against his damp skin sending shivers down your spine.

The blend of your three scents, mingled with the aroma of passion, filled the air, heightening the erotic atmosphere.

"Its amazing!"

They could sense each other's arousal through the thin barrier between them. Your legs were spread on either side of Wooyoung's, hands intertwined with San's.

Wooyoung thrust into you with a fervor that seemed endless, as if he could never tire. The previous intimacy had only fueled his desire further. Meanwhile, San maintained a steady pace, relishing the sensation of your tightness enveloping him.

The heat of your inner walls drove Wooyoung wild. He could feel the intense warmth concentrated at the tip of his arousal, caressing your soft flesh, eliciting soft moans from him.

"Oh fuck, Y/N, take me so well." "It's us." San peppered your face with kisses, his tongue tracing over your skin, occasionally nipping gently. His marks left a trail of passion on your shoulder.

"Fuck, Sannie, Youngie…I… I'm, oh fuck." The intense lovemaking sent your mind into a whirlwind of pleasure, rendering you almost speechless. Observing you in this state, both San and Wooyoung felt immensely gratified.

"Want to cum, babe?" "Ahhh, yah…I'm gonna cum…" You shut your eyes tightly, releasing loud moans as if trying to expel every last breath from your lungs.

"Shh, be quiet," San hushed you, placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your ecstatic cries, feeling the ebb and flow of your breath, alternating between hot and cool.

"Cumming mess on my cock just like you always. You are so good for us. Fucking tight, fucking delicious."

"…!" Driven by his words and intensified thrusts that teased your most sensitive nerves, you reached the peak of pleasure once more.

"Hold on, babe. We still not yet." Wooyoung thrust with a speed and intensity that defied description, his energy seemingly boundless as he took you to new heights. Despite your exhaustion, he showed no signs of slowing down.

"Hmmmmm!" After a few final thrusts, his release came suddenly, leaving you both panting heavily, yearning to gradually come back to earth. Yet, in the heat of the moment, San's own climax had been momentarily forgotten.

"Oh, honey. Its my turn, sorry."

"Fuck you San!" "Shut up, wooyoung."

Pushing you up and withdrawing, San positioned you on Wooyoung's chest, reentering you with a fervor that matched his counterpart. With one foot on the sofa and the other on the floor, he moved with a rhythm that set your senses ablaze.

"Ha…ha….Sannie…" "You love moaning his name, huh?" "Hmm, youngie…" "Good girl."

Wooyoung tenderly caressed your back, gently tucking your hair behind your ear, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. The overwhelming sensation left you breathless, a whirlwind of fatigue and excitement coursing through your body. Your legs trembled like leaves in the wind, requiring all your strength just to open your eyes.

Embracing you tightly, Wooyoung comforted you with a passionate kiss, his touch igniting a fire within you. Meanwhile, San quickened his pace in pursuit of his own climax. With a fervent exclamation, San reached his peak, pushing you to the brink as your essence dripped onto the sofa and their thighs.

"You did so well, my love. Let's tidy up," Wooyoung said softly, but you hesitated. "I don't want to move," you murmured. "That's alright, just rest," Wooyoung reassured you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead; San got some tissues to clean you all. As you drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the day's activities, you missed their whispered words.

"I adore her in those sexy outfits. Imagine if she wore them every day.""She wouldn't be able to stand straight," San chuckled, sharing a knowing look with Wooyoung. They each placed a tender kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving the room to prepare for their performance.

Upon waking, you discovered a message from them: "Can't wait to see you at home. Love you."

Returning to your shared space, they had already prepared dinner, showered with you, and of course, made love with you again and lovingly tended to your needs. As the night unfolded, you found yourself enveloped in their care, drifting off to sleep nestled between them, San gently caressing your waist and Wooyoung massaging your head.

The following day, a video of your electrifying stage performance was shared on social media, quickly sparking conversations across the city. Your captivating presence and alluring attire became the talk of the town, attracting attention from major media outlets. Meanwhile, San and Wooyoung cherished your personal fancam, watching it daily as a reminder of your mesmerizing beauty.

[loverofthewindgod]

Shower Show (18 +)

A/N: I thought about Fujin watching me while I shower, and boom came this story. Please enjoy! 😉😉😊😊

You return home from a month-long mission, warmly welcomed back by your beloved Lord Fujin. He's just as excited, if not more, as you are to spend time together, but first you wanna freshen up and take a very well-deserved shower. “Ahhh…this feels so nice…” The hot water felt amazing, washing away the dirt, stress, and bullshit from your skin and hair. As you relaxed, you heard the curtain shuffle behind you and turned around to find Fujin biting his lip and stroking his member while gazing at you in all your wet glory.

“Heh, couldn't help yourself, huh? Don't worry, I'm almost done.”

"Ohh, do not mind me, my love. Take all the time you need, and I'll enjoy this wonderous view."

Don't let his adorable soft gaze fool you. The second you step out of the shower, he will go absolutely feral on you. Pretty sure your body was more heated than the water at that point just thinking about it. As you continue to wash yourself, your mischievous mind decides to take over and tease the man. You rubbed all over your body in such a sultry manner, fondling your own breasts, hands tracing your curves as your hips give a little shake. You glance over your shoulder a bit to see Fujin mesmerized, stroking himself a bit faster as he enjoys the sexy water dance.

"Haa...you're just soo fucking beautiful..."

The desperation in his tone and groans are turning you on more and more. He's absolutely craving you right this moment, but hey, he decided to torture himself by watching. You smirked as you turned back around, bending over to rub your legs. The groan that left Fujin's throat as he saw your massive plump ass just a few inches from his cock, man oh man it drove him insane.

"You're playing a very, very dangerous game, sweetheart..."

“Am I now?”

Indeed you were. You began to rub your pussy, spreading your lips to display your tight, moist entrance with a seductive look in your eye.

“All for you baby…”

Aaaand with that....that right there was the final blow that broke the wind god. Accepting your invitation, he immediately shut off the water, picked you up over his shoulder and plopped you down on the bed. He didn't care how wet the bed was, he was gonna make you even wetter. You sat up on your elbows, taking the sight of Fujin removing all his clothes, his eyes completely filled with lust as he crawled his way towards you.

"I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself, sweetheart. But now it is my turn..."

Fujin swiftly pulled you by the legs towards him, and spread them wide open. Immediately digging his face in your pussy, you yelped very loudly, grasping onto his hair before he took both your hands and placed them at your side, going to town on you. His tongue rapidly penetrates your entrance, slurps up your entire mound like its ice cream and sucks the ever living fuck out of your sensitive clit. It was way too much and before you knew it, your legs trembled ferociously with your sweet delicious nectar exploding all over his face. You were a screaming, squirming mess.

“Ahhh! Nghh! Mmmm! Oh my- oh my g-AHH!! FUUUCK!! OHHHH!”

Fujin chuckled as he wiped his face and laid himself on top of you to whisper in your ear.

"So soon, what a shame. I was just getting started….”

Fujin then stuffed himself inside of you, and the sensation was just blissful.

"Nngh…FUCK!…" Fujin hissed, trying to compose himself.

That might've been the sexiest "Fuck" you've ever heard and it made you tighten around him even more. Without wasting another second, Fujin lifted up your legs and began thrusting like a madman. The slick wet noises echoed throughout the room, and you covered your mouth trying not to scream your lungs out, but Fujin feels way too damn good to not scream. He wanted to hear your sweet voice, to be reminded how good he makes you feel. His pace quickened, and you were just in heaven. You caught a glimpse of him immersed in the sight of his cock going in and out of you, his moans getting louder and louder before he halted himself and flipped you over on your stomach. He took you from behind, his pace now at a dangerous level. Your screams were buried in the pillows, hands and teeth gripping the sheets for dear life as he gripped your hips, enjoying the sight of your ass bouncing from his relentless pounding. You felt your knot break and came again, as did Fujin, screaming his ass off as he blesses your insides with copious amounts of his seed.

The both of you collapsed on the bed. Exhausted but oh so satisfied, panting as your naked, sweaty bodies snuggled together. But before engaging in another round, you needed to refuel. “Can we order takeout, please?” Fujin chuckled in agreement, kissing your cheek, super delighted to have you back.

[nameless-ken]

Hi, have you seen the trend where the girlfriend asks of they can tie a ribbon around their boyfriends bicep? I was wondering if you could do that with Billy Hargrove.❤️🖤

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Ribbon of Affection

You're sprawled comfortably on the couch, watching Billy as he pumps iron beside you. His parents are away for the weekend, leaving the two of you alone in the house and Max away for a sleepover at El's. With Billy engrossed in his workout routine, you find yourself captivated by the rhythmic flexing of his muscles, especially those enticing biceps that seem to ripple with each movement.

The room is filled with the sound of Billy's focused breathing and the clinking of weights, but your attention remains fixed on him. His determination is admirable, but it's his physicality that truly mesmerizes you.

Unable to resist any longer, you rise from the couch, the ribbon from your hair dangling loosely in your hand. You make your way over to where Billy is, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. With a playful smile, you hold out the ribbon and ask, "Hey Billy, can I tie this around your bicep?"

Billy pauses mid-rep, his gaze shifting from the weights to you. There's a moment of surprise in his eyes, followed by a grin that lights up his face. "Sure, why not?" he replies, setting the weights down and extending his arm towards you.

You step closer, feeling a rush of excitement as you gently wrap the ribbon around his bulging bicep. His skin is warm beneath your fingers, and you can't help but admire the strength and solidity of his arm.

"This is so cute," you remark, tying the ribbon into a loose knot.

Billy chuckles, flexing his arm slightly. "Never thought I'd be accessorizing my muscles during a workout," he says, amused.

As you finish tying the ribbon, you take a step back to admire your handiwork. The ribbon adds a playful touch to Billy's already impressive physique, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for him.

"Looks good on you," you say with a grin. “One might say sexy even.” 

Billy's cheeks flush at your compliment, but he wears a pleased grin nonetheless. "Well, I'll take sexy any day," he replies, his tone teasing with a wink.

You laugh softly, feeling a warmth spread through you at the playful banter. It's moments like these, when the two of you are alone and free from the chaos of the outside world, that you cherish the most.

As Billy resumes his workout, you settle back onto the couch, content to watch him with a newfound appreciation. The afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room and adding to the sense of intimacy between you.

With each repetition, you can see the effort and determination etched on Billy's face, and it only serves to deepen your admiration for him. 

Lost in your thoughts, you hardly notice when Billy finishes his workout and joins you on the couch, his arm brushing against yours. The warmth of his presence is comforting, and you lean into him instinctively, despite his sweatiness.

"Thanks for the ribbon," Billy says softly, lighting a cigarette and taking a big puff. 

You smile up at him, feeling a rush of affection for the man beside you. "Anytime," you reply, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his free hand. "I'm always here to add a little flair to your life."

Billy chuckles, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he leans in closer. "I wouldn't want it any other way," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with affection.

Feeling a surge of playful energy, you rise from the couch with a mischievous grin. "How about you show me just how grateful you are?" you tease, sliding off your shirt with a playful flourish.

A flicker of excitement dances in Billy's eyes as he extinguishes his cigarette hastily, his eagerness palpable. Without missing a beat, he lunges towards you, a playful growl escaping his lips.

You squeal with delight as he scoops you up effortlessly, hoisting you over his shoulder with a playful grin. "You're in for it now," he declares, his laughter echoing through the hallway as he carries you towards the bathroom, both of you eagerly anticipating the fun that awaits.

[sadgirlbaby]

THE RUBBER MAN SUIT - tate langdon x fem!reader (smut)

(author’s recommendation: play this song while reading this)

CW: explicit sexual speaking, dirty talk, cussing (a bit), unprotected sex, p in v penetration, cumming

SUMMARY: (tate is a ghost whom was haunting your house. he was the only one beyond moira that wanted to show himself to you since you first arrived there. you and tate became friends since that time and often spent time together). you couldn't find tate anywhere so you checked in the basement but you surprisingly found him wearing a weird but sexy black rubber suit.

you were peacefully doing your homework but you knew that tate did not want you to go to school as he wanted you to stay with him. you were extremly trying to focus on studying but then you remembered you hadn't seen tate for a while.

"tate?" you asked while looking around.

you didn't receive anything as respose so you stood up off your chair and went looking for him.

after a couple of minutes of wandering around your house you suddenly thought about the basement.

you went down the stairs and got into that lightless place of your apartment.

"tate? are you here?" you said standing in front of the staircase as you didn't want to dive into darkness.

"tate? I don't like this... please show up" you said as you were shaking in fear. you liked darkness but that was way too dark to walk in or even see.

you suddenly heard a plastic noise coming from the darkness and a small light suddenly turned on. your heart skipped a beat as you saw someone very creepy standing in front of you. they immediately unzipped the mask and showed their face, you sighed at the sight of your friend.

his slim figure was emphasized by the tight material that he was wearing - it was a black rubber suit that suited him perfectly.

"omg you scared me, tate... don't do that ever again" you said while catching your breath.

"did I scare you? god, I thought you weren't afraid of anything" he said back.

"I am not. I just got worried since I couldn't find you anywhere".

"where did you think that I could have be gone? I can't get out of this house" he reminded you.

"you're right, but... what the hell are you wearing?" you said.

"just a black suit I found here. how do I look?" he turned on himself making you stare at his suit.

"good... really good..." you were lost in thought as you did really think he looked good in that suit. you could not express yourself since he was way too fine.

it was weird for you thinking that your friend tate was hot. his fluffly and messy blond hair, his reddish lips, his deep and dark eyes, his hips and his sluttly little waist freaked you out.

"what are you looking at?" he smirked noticing your inattention. you instanlty blushed thinking about him finding out about your fantasies.

"nothing" you replied.

"hmm..." he groaned and got closer to you. you didn't lift your stare as you didn't want to see him gazing at you in that way.

"nothing?" he repeated.

you finally raised your head and laid your eyes on him. your lips felt like they were pulsing in eager of kissing his.

tate gazed at yours too and he looked like he was mesmerized by them. he suddenly got closer and slowly pushed your waist against his. he kissed you. you closed your eyes and he did too. your lips were connected and your tongues were already happily dancing together.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly pushed his head towards you to kiss him easily.

"was this "the nothing" you were thinking about?" he slowly left your lips and looked at you seductively.

you lowered your stare and he smirked.

"kiss me again" you said.

he didn't even hesitated and immediately pressed his lips on yours again. you could feel his desire of wanting more just by touching his lips. he started to breathe heavily and his grip on your hips got stronger.

"I want you." he affirmed.

"hm?" you mumbled while kissing.

"I need you." he said and instantly grabbed your shirt and pulled it off exposing your breasts still covered by your bra.

"what are you doin-?" you tried to speak but he immediately kissed you again to keep you quiet.

then he looked at you with heart shaped eyes and pulled your jeans off too. your panties came off with your jeans.

"this tight suit is gonna be hard to take off…" he said and unzipped it. he tried to be as quickly as he could and once he took it off, you noticed that he wasn't wearing any type of underwear under that black rubber suit.

he couldn't wait any longer so he picked you up and smashed you against the first wall he saw.

"hmm" he groaned as he entered his cock into you. you jolted and automatically clinged to him.

"oh- oh my god..." you panted.

"you're so fucking tight..." he groaned and kept thrusting harder and harder.

his cock was a little bit bigger than you expected so it was hurting but it was like a satisfying pain, an excitating pain.

your walls wrapped around his erection and he sped up his thrusts.

this action made both of you gasp. his labored breath against your neck could make you cum instantly.

"fuck..." he said. his thrusts were wild and intense.

he softly kissed your neck giving you goosebumps and you just kept moaning. you were staring at the ceiling with your half open mouth and your legs shaking.

he was a total mess as well and he couldn't hold it anymore.

you digged your nails into his back giving him scratches and marks everywhere and he was actually enjoying that. this was a motivation for him to thrust faster and harsher.

"you feel so good..." he moaned.

tate was sweating and also whining a bit. he was praising you and your unique body.

his skin got hotter and he knew that he was about to cum. the sight of you crying out his name made him even hornier. he sped up his thrusts one more time he couldn't get enough of it.

he kissed your neck leaving wet kisses all down your soft skin. this filled you with stomach butterflies and had you moaning louder.

"tate- I-I'm c-cum-ming..." you whined.

"cum for me baby" he said.

you let yourself release and made tate cum instantly. he refilled your walls with his seed and orgasmed loudly.

he slowly slowed down and then he kissed your lips. you french kissed, then tate put you down and you both got dressed again.

"wait" he said as he grabbed your wrist.

"you're beautifully beautiful" he smiled and stared at your eyes.

you let out a soft laugh and kissed his cheek as you dragged him out of the basement.

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Dorothy Malone (The Big Sleep, Written on the Wind, The Tarnished Angels)—She is theeeeee b-movie actress, but her two Sirk melodramas are where she really shines--she's mesmerizing, electrifying, playing her roles with such nuance and conviction that you can't look away from her. And on top of all that talent she's like stupid hot. I mean good god just look at her.

Madhubala (Mughal-e-Azam, Barsaat Ki Raat, Mr. & Mrs. '55)—The Venus of India; heart-throb of all who saw her; responsible for the sexual awakening of every single desi lesbian I know (including me!) And my god, she is breathtakingly beautiful. Look at the subtle grace with which she moves, and that smile - the kind of radiant smile that can make you laugh with sheer delight, or cry because of its hidden pain. Those wild curls! That Cupid's bow! The way she tilts back her head and smiles at you with mischief dancing in her eyes! She has a way of looking at the camera that makes you feel she's sharing a private joke just with you; it's something about that quizzical twist of the lips and eyebrows. As an actress, she is inimitable; she seems to effortlessly inhabit roles ranging from a heart-broken courtesan to a laughter-loving socialite. Fun fact : she's had quite the fan following in Greece! Stelios Kazantidis even wrote a song as a tribute to her.

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Dorothy Malone:

Madhubala:

An icon of Bollywood, who was well known for her beauty and has continued to inspire performances and songs into the 21st century. She was at times described as "the number one beauty of the Indian screen" and "the biggest star in the world".

SHE IS EVERYTHING AHHH. JUST LOOK AT HER SMILE-

She's been nicknamed the Marilyn Monroe of India and was one of the highest paid actresses in the Hindi film industry (the term Bollywood did not exist yet) during the 1950s. Also an extremely talented dancer and singer

SHE'S JUST SO STUNNING, like seeing her eyes IMMEDIATELY CAPTIVATES YOU, THE DANCING, THE BEAUTY!!!!!!!!! She worked in Bollywood for over 20 years and passed away at a sad early age of 36, BUT THE IMPACT SHE HAD WAS UNMATCHED!!!!!

That sassy sideways glance she does always has me WEAK AT THE KNEES. And when she's making silly faces at the camera to mimic someone ahhhh my gay little heart <3

[haerenven]

RED HAIR, CHERRY LIPS

summary. When a sea emperor and captain of red-haired pirate fall for a stripper dancer

warning. Mention of profanity, mention of male genitalia, violence

The Red-Hair Pirates stopped on a certain new island where bars and night shows were quite popular there, they stopped on one of those popular nights shows clubs for drinks, until a fine looking guy with suit show up on stage, “ladies and gentleman’s, welcome for the highest finest show for this season, the 'rude nude' show, give us huge welcome on stage and raise your toast’s for the one and only ‘MISS LADY, Y/N” currently performing in front of the pirates but Shanks suddenly caught off guard by a lady show up with all spotlights on her mesmerizing beauty aura.

Shanks's attention was snapped away from the male performer as a new figure stepped onto the stage, a vision of radiant beauty and alluring stage presence. The spotlight fell on her, the glare of the light illuminating every feature, every curve, every movement as she moved with a grace and confidence that was unmistakably captivating. She commanded the stage with an aura that demanded attention, and Shanks couldn't help but be drawn in by her magnetic presence, his eyes following her every move intently.

High-Looking gorgeous incredible lady , with perfect seductive hourglass feminine body with her allure stunning aura, She is an angel on Earth, a vision of unparalleled beauty and grace. Her flawless hourglass figure is the epitome of femininity, her curves perfectly defined and in all the right places. Her aura is a captivating force, drawing the eye and holding the attention of all who behold her. From the way she carries herself to the way she moves, there is an allure that is both captivating and seductive, a presence that is impossible to ignore.

The stripper's dance outfit was as flawless as her performance. It consisted of a high-cut fishnet bodysuit that hugged her body in all the right places, showcasing her perfect hourglass figure. The sheer black material revealed glimpses of her smooth, taut skin, adding an air of sexiness and allure to the look. On her feet, she wore a pair of shiny black stilettos that made her legs look impossibly long and toned. Her makeup was dramatic and seductive, with dark eye liner and a bold red lipstick to enhance her features.

She stepped gracefully towards the pole, her movements fluid and sinuous like a snake. She wrapped her hands around the pole, gripping it tightly as she raised herself up, her body arching perfectly as she twirled around. Her hips moved in a slow, sensuous circle, her movements both languid and seductive. She twirled and twirled, her body moving with a grace that defied gravity, each twist and spin a performance of pure elegance and sexuality. As she danced, her eyes flicked towards the audience, full of a sultry, alluring gaze.

Shanks' eyes were transfixed on you, he could practically hear his crew members' jaws drop as they watched your every move, but Shanks couldn't look away. He was mesmerized by your beauty, both in looks and in the way you danced. Your every move was like a work of art, and the way you moved spoke of a grace and sensuality he has never encountered before. He was both intrigued and captivated by you. He watched you intently, his arms crossed as he leaned against the back of the bar as you continued your dance.

As the performance continued, Shanks found himself enthralled by your every move, his eyes tracing your every step, watching in complete fascination as you danced, twirling and spinning around the pole like it was an extension of your own body. The air in the room was electric, the atmosphere charged with the energy of everyone watching, entranced by your performance. It was clear you knew how to command the room and had the audience under your spell, including Shanks himself.

The woman's slim hourglass body glides across the smooth iron pole, her movements a mix of fluid, sinuous grace and a hungry, desperate need. Her fingers trail lightly along the cold metal, her touch both sensuous and needy as she arches her body around the pole, her skin glistening in the dim light like a beacon. She grinds against the iron, her hips twisting and gyrating in a sultry, seductive dance, the heat of her desire visible in the hungry look in her eyes.

Shanks found himself leaning closer, his eyes glued to your every move. The way you moved around the pole was both mesmerizing and enchanting, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. As you ground against the pole with your hips, the heat in your eyes only added to the sensuality of the performance. Shanks could feel his heart racing, and he wasn't the only one. He could hear his crew members muttering amongst themselves, clearly in awe of your skills.

The woman's movements grow wilder and more desperate, her body contorting in ways that seemed to defy physics as she writhes on the pole. As she spun around, her leg hooked around the slender bar, her body hanging upside down. She arched her back, her hair falling in a curtain around her face, her body twisted in a way that only accented her already stunning curves. She spun and twirled a few more times before sliding down the pole

The show had reached its peak, the woman's energy and confidence flowing through her every movement. With a final, spectacular move, she brought the performance to a close, her body coming to a stop on the floor, her body posed in a seductive, captivating stance and her chest heaving as she drew in labored breaths, the A hush fell over the audience, a collective gasp of admiration and appreciation for the breathtaking performance they had just witnessed.

everyone was stunned and entranced by your performance. Shanks found himself at a loss for words, his eyes still on you. He wasn't the only one either, the whole crew sat in stunned silence, unable to tear their eyes away from you. It wasn't just the performance that had them in awe, it was the sheer presence you commanded. Shanks was completely caught off guard by your aura and your undeniable charm.

She stepped off the stage, her body still buzzing with the energy of the performance she had just given. The audience's applause followed her as she walked down a dimly lit hallway, the sound gradually fading as she moved further away from the stage. She was now backstage, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the behind-the-scenes crew, the sound of stagehands preparing for the next act filling the air.

Shanks and his crew remained seated at the bar, watching as you disappeared into the backstage area. Shanks couldn't shake the feeling of awe and intrigue that had come over him during the performance.

Shanks watched as you walked off the stage, disappearing behind the curtains. He stayed sitting, his mind still reeling from the performance you just gave. He could still see your every move in his mind, the way you twisted and twirled around the pole, the grace and sensuality in each move. He couldn't get you out of his mind.

He turned to his crew who were still stunned into silence. "That was quite a performance, eh?" Shanks said, trying to sound casual, Seeing his crew members were in such awe.

He turned to his first mate, Benn Beckman, who was sitting next to him, breaking the silence. "Have you ever seen anything like that, Beck?..”

Benn took a drag from his cigarette., his eyes following your path backstage. When he blew smoke in the air, "quite impressive" he responded, a hint of admiration in his voice. and his poker face

completely focused on you. He watched as you moved through the backstage area, the hustle and bustle of the crew around you only serving to contrast with your own aura. Shanks couldn't believe how easily he was drawn to you, and as he watched you disappear behind a door, he found himself filled with a strange mixture of curiosity and desire to know more about you.

I was backstage, surrounded by my staff as they helped me into a robe to cover up. Then, my manager, Manon, appeared next to me, a smirk playing on her lips as she took a draw of her cigarette. "Well, that was quite a performance out there, dollface," she commented, a twinkle in her eye. I smiled back, still feeling the adrenaline rush from the show. "Just doing what I do best," I replied, shrugging my shoulders modestly.

Manon chuckled in that low, sultry tone of hers, blowing a stream of smoke from her lips. She looked me up and down, a smirk on her face. "You did amazing out there," she repeated, her gaze lingering on me. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest at her words. "Oh, you noticed?" I replied, feigning innocence with a playful smile. "You look quite good today yourself," I added, admiring her attire for the night.

Manon took another draw of her cigarette and exhaled, a puff of smoke swirling around her like a protective cloud. "Yeah, I noticed," she replied, her eyes never leaving me. "You have a way of catching people's attention, dollface, always have." I felt a flush of pleasure at her words, the compliment bolstering my confidence. "Well, I do try," I replied, a sly smile playing on my lips. Manon threw her head back with a light laugh, the sound low.

“and about my good mood for tonight, well…let’s say there was a wealthy great guy wh—“, I interrupted Manon as she started to speak, my voice firm. "Manon, no. For the last time im telling you I'm a dancer, not a 'slut,'" I said, my tone firm but polite. Manon sighed in response, frustrated with my stubborn attitude. "You are such an airhead, you know," she replied, shaking her head. "If I had your face and body, and all these stupid wealthy guys willing to spend all their money on me, I wouldn't be complaining," Manon continued, her words laced with a hint of envy and mock.

I rolled my eyes at her words, unamused by her remark. "Well, I have standards," I replied, my tone still firm. "I'm not just here to entertain these rich bastards and their wallets. I have a bit more dignity than that." Manon laughed, a cold and bitter sound. "Dignity? In this place? You're in the wrong business, dollface" she said, taking another draw of her cigarette.

I felt a pang of disappointment at her words, knowing that she was partially right. The world of stripping and dance was full of compromises and sacrifices, and it was easy to lose sight of one's dignity in pursuit of success. But I was determined to maintain my self-respect while still succeeding in my craft. "Maybe," I conceded, my voice quiet. "But I don't want to be just another piece of meat for these rich guys to drool over. I have to hold onto something.”

I had had enough of her persistent attempts to convince me to lower my standards. I squared my shoulders and looked her dead in the eye, my voice firm and unwavering. "Listen to me, Manon," I said, my tone final. "If you wanted that much money, then go for them, and let them fill YOU with their old cocks. I don’t care of what do you want. That's not what I want."

Manon looked taken aback by my bluntness, her eyes wide. "And for the last time, I'm telling you," I paused, gathering my thoughts before continuing. "Don't talk to me about this ever again," I repeated, my eyes narrowed. "And trust me, it will be the last time you see me if you do.” My voice was steady and resolute, leaving no room for doubt or negotiation. Manon stared at me for a moment, clearly shocked by my response. Then, without a word, she turned on her heel and walked away, her footsteps fading into the distance.

I let out a deep breath, feeling a mixture of relief and tension. I knew that standing up to Manon like that would have consequences, but I couldn't let her pressure me into something I wasn't comfortable with. I stood there for a moment, the silence of the backstage area surrounding me.

I made my way to the changing room, relieved to have a moment alone to collect my thoughts and change out of my stage costume. The adrenaline from the performance was slowly ebbing away, leaving me feeling both emotionally and physically drained. As I entered the changing room, I closed the door behind me with a soft click and sat down on a small chair in front of a mirror.

I took a deep breath, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was slightly disheveled from the performance, my makeup smudged by the sweat. But my eyes were still bright and alert, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I began to unbutton my costume, slowly and methodically, peeling the fabric away from my skin.

Shanks was sitting in the club bar enjoying his crew usual silly activities, until catch his attention the same stripper came out of backstage, As you stepped out of the stage room, Shanks' eyes widened in surprise. Your outfit was both classy and rebellious, somehow managing to match your aura perfectly

white silk top, with a few buttons unbuttoned, teased at her cleavage and emphasized the generous curves of her figure. Overneath the shirt, a burgundy leather jacket provided a touch of edge, creating a contrast that was both captivating and intriguing. A pair of black pants hugged her legs, accentuating her toned physique. Her hair was swept up into a high ponytail, showing off the confident line of her neck. Smoky eye makeup added an air of mystery to her gaze, while a sleek neck-high heel gave her an extra boost of height. Glinting

The silk of her white top feels cool against her skin as she moves, the fabric caressing her every curve. The unbuttoned buttons reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, a subtle tease that's both provocative and playful. The burgundy leather jacket slung over her shoulders adds a touch of ruggedness to the otherwise delicate silk, creating a pleasing contrast in textures. The black pants cling to her legs like a second skin, emphasizing the shape of her thighs and the lean lines of her calves.

Shanks couldn't help but let out a low whistle, his eyes taking in every inch of your appearance. Your outfit was elegant and provocative, hugging your figure in all the right places. He could feel his heart rate increase just looking at you, and his crew members were no better. They were already whispering to each other, their eyes lingering on your form.

Shanks downed the rest of his drink before standing up. He made his way towards you, his eyes fixed on yours as he approached. He could feel himself getting more and more enthralled by you, your presence was both captivating and tantalizing. His crew members were still watching, their eyes flickering between you and their captain, curious to see what was about to unfold.

As she was minding her own business, Shanks came to a stop in front of you, she suddenly found herself stopped in her tracks by a tall figure blocking her path, his eyes roaming over you again before he spoke. "Impressive performance back there," he said, a hint of a smile on his lips. His voice was low and gravelly, but there was no mistaking the admiration in his tone.

She looked up at the man with a bemused expression, her eyebrow raised in question. "Um, thanks?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion at the unexpected situation.

Shanks chuckled at your response, seemingly amused by your reaction. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he continued to regard you with a cool, appraising gaze. "You don't seem very surprised," he observed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

She couldn't help but find his reaction perplexing. Why was this man blocking her path, and why did he seem so nonchalant about it? She took a step back, her eyes locked on his face as she tried to make sense of the situation. "Should I be?" she countered, her voice steady despite the growing unease she felt in her chest.

when he parted his lips to respond, She let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes, preparing to step around him and continue on her way. But before she could move past him, he shifted his weight, his body blocking her path once more.

As he blocked her path, preventing her from moving past him, she let out an exasperated sigh, her annoyance evident in her expression. With a swift and graceful motion, she pulled out a cigarette, placing it between her red-lipstick lips. The sight of her lips wrapped around the cigarette's edge was nothing short of seductive, and as she lit it and inhaled a slow, measured draw, it seemed to only serve to heighten the tension between them. Exhaling a plume of smoke, she turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised in what almost seemed like a challenge. "Would you buy me a drink?"

Shanks watched you as you pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his gaze unwavering as he took in your every movement. The way your lips wrapped around the filter was strangely captivating, and the sight of you exhaling a plume of smoke only added to the tension that was building between you. His lips curled into a small smirk as he heard your request, and he responded in a low, gravelly voice, "Sure, I'll get you a drink. As long as you tell me your name first."

She took another drag of the cigarette, her gaze never leaving him. The air around them seemed to crackle with a simmering tension. When he agreed to buy her a drink, she smirked, the corners of her lips twitching slightly. She exhaled a cloud of smoke and considered his question for a moment. "And if I don't want to tell you my name yet?" she asked, her voice low and provocative. "What then?"

Shanks chuckled at your response, clearly enjoying the game you were playing. With a nonchalant shrug, he replied, "Then I suppose I could just keep calling you 'dancer', seeing as you seem to be avoiding telling me your name." His eyes darkened a bit as he continued to regard you, his gaze roaming over your figure slowly and deliberately. "But I have a feeling you're not the type to give in so easily."

She let out another exaggerated sigh, clearly feigning annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," she replied, her voice holding a hint of impatience. "Just buy me a drink." Her tone was brusque, yet there was something almost seductive in the way she spoke, as if she was trying to tempt him into satisfying her request.

As they made their way to the bar of the club, the music surrounding them was a thumping, pulsating beat that seemed to vibrate through the air. The dimly lit space was alive with the energy of the dancers and clubgoers, creating an atmosphere that was both exhilarating and electric.

Shanks led you to the bar, keeping a close eye on you as you walked. The thumping music and dim lighting only added to the sensual atmosphere, and Shanks couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. He gestured for you to take a seat on one of the stools before signaling to the bartender for two drinks.

As the drinks arrived, Shanks picked up both glasses and handed one to you. As he did so, his fingers brushed against yours, the touch deliberate and subtle. The contact sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes flickered at the brief touch.

She took the glass from him, her fingers briefly touching his, sending a subtle shiver through her as well. As she took a sip, she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her face, studying every curve and contour intently. The air between them was charged, the chemistry undeniable.

He took a seat beside you, placing his glass on the countertop before turning to face you again. His eyes were fixed on yours, studying you intently as he took a slow sip of his drink. The air around you felt charged with a strange mix of tension, curiosity, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. "You know," he said, his voice low and gravelly, "Most women would be tripping over themselves to tell me their name by now."

She raised an eyebrow and regarded him with a sly smirk, clearly not one to be outdone by his charming words. “Is that so?” she replied, her voice dripping with feigned nonchalance. “Well, no one care.” As she took another slow sip of her drink, her gaze locked with his, a flicker of challenge in her eyes.

Shanks chuckled at your response, his eyes glimmering with amusement. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave lower as he replied, "Oh, I have a feeling you don't care for many things, do you?", There was a hint of admiration in his tone, even if it was delivered with a hint of mockery. He took another slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to stare at you, studying your every expression.

“Oi, captain, she got you there” yasopp said mockingly, and all of his crew laughed with their usual silly attitude,

Shanks shot a quick glare at Yasopp, a silent warning in his eyes, which only served to make his crew laugh even louder. He didn’t take his eyes off you, even as he responded to his crew. “Quiet, you idiots,” he called out in a mock-scolding tone. He shook his head, then turned back to you with a smirk. “Don’t mind them, they always like to act like children.”

With a nonchalant flick of her wrist, she exhaled a cloud of smoke, her eyes never leaving his face. "Trust me," she insisted, her voice steady and unwavering. "I'm here for a free drink, nothing more." As she spoke, she took another sip from her glass, her cool demeanor hinting that she wasn't intimidated by his presence.

Shanks chuckled once more at your words, his eyes darkening further with intrigue, He leaned back a bit, his arms resting on the countertop behind him, and regarded you with a sly smile. “A free drink, huh? That's all you're here for?” His voice was a mix of mockery and genuine curiosity.

She let out a low chuckle, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You think I came here for you?" she repeated, her tone laced with mockery. "Oh please, I'm here for the free drink, not your charming presence.”

Shanks laughed at your sarcastic tone, the sound deep and rich. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes never leaving yours. “Oh, I’m crushed.” He feigned a heartbreak, placing a hand on his chest dramatically.

“But tell me,” he continued, leaning in closer. “If not for my charming presence, then why did you let me buy you a drink?”

She took another sip of her drink, a sly grin playing at the corners of her lips as she replied, "For free drinks. Plural. I didn't come all the way here just for one measly glass.”

Shanks chuckled once more, his eyes glimmering with amusement at your wit. He found your unabashed bluntness to be both refreshing and captivating, He took a slow sip of his own drink, his gaze still locked on your face. “I see your game, you know that, right? You’re trying to finesse me for as many free drinks as you can get.”

She leaned in a bit closer, her voice dropping to a mock-whisper. "You want the truth?” She didn't wait for his response and continued, "I am 100% here for the free drinks. I'm not playing any dumb games or tryna scam you."

Her attention was suddenly diverted, her gaze shifting to a small commotion nearby. A lady was being harassed by a man whose behavior was nothing short of repulsive. The woman was obviously uncomfortable and trying to make him leave, but he persisted, with a smug expression on his face, Her expression darkened A mix of anger and concern passed over her features, as she quickly throw her useless cigarette away and stand up confidently with her slim hourglass frame, and made her way to the table where both of the lady and the disgusting guy were at.

Shanks' gaze followed yours, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw the commotion unfolding. As you stood up abruptly and made your way to the table, he found himself strangely drawn to your confident stride. He watched as you approached the couple, curious to see what you were going to do.

Meanwhile, his crew members had noticed the commotion as well. They exchanged wary glances, uncertain about what was unfolding but ready to leap into action if necessary.

Disgusting Guy spoke with his devilish gross smirk "Come on, sweet cheeks, give me some attention. You know you want to.", the lady was yelling even when music in background was hidden her voice "Stay away from me! I already told you, I'm not interested."

Her eyes, a mesmerizing pool of black with a hint of smoky shadow, narrowed as she took in the scene unfolding before her. Her lips, painted a deep scarlet, curved into a slight frown as she spoke up, her voice even and cool. "What's going on here?" she repeated, her tone betraying a trace of steel beneath the velvet.

Disgusting Guy glanced at you "Mind ya own damn business, missy." He shot a dismissive glare at you, his eyes roaming over your figure with a lewd expression. The lady, meanwhile, looked visibly relieved to see you.

She met his glare with an unwavering stare, her eyes cool and unflinching. Her expression hardened at his disrespectful tone, her features now rigid and cold. Her gaze then shifted to the lady beside him, noting the relief on her face,Her voice was sharp and authoritative, cutting through the tension in the air like a knife. "When I see you stop annoying this lady,” she repeated, her eyes never leaving his face. Her stance was firm, her body almost coiled with tension, yet her expression revealed an unyielding determination to not back down.

“Oh, ain't you bold. I ain't annoying no one. She's just playing hard to get, ain't ya, sweetheart?" He turned to the lady, his eyes filled with mock kindness. The lady seemed uncomfortable by his blatant display of disregard for her feelings.

Her jaw clenched at his words, her eyes narrowing into a cold glare. The air around her seemed to drop a few degrees, her voice now as frigid as an icy frost. "Hear me out, bitch," she retorted, her voice low and steady. "You are here to take off your clothes and dance around a pole because you’re a 'whore'. And I'm here to have a good time without dealing with your disrespect."

As Shanks and his crew listened to the exchange, Shanks felt a growing sense of unease. He was about to get up and intervene when he saw her sudden, swift attack. His heart skipped a beat as he watched her handle the man with a surprising amount of skill and confidence. In that moment, he realized he really didn’t know anything about her, despite feeling compelled to defend her just a moment ago…BUT

She held his gaze with icy determination, the sharp lines of her makeup accentuating her fierce expression. Her movements were smooth and deliberate as she pulled out a cigarette, her lips wrapping around the tip in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. With a slow, measured draw, she lit the cigarette, letting it dangle from her fingers as she exhaled a steady stream of smoke. In a flash, she grabbed a glass cup, turned to look at the lady for a brief moment, and then swung it hard at the guy's head. In a swift, decisive move, she grabbed his hair from the back of his head and yanked it, forcing his head downwards. With a forceful push, she slammed his face onto the hard surface of the table. The impact made a loud thud, the sound reverberating through the air as his body slumped over, unconscious, and she casually took the cigarette back between her fingers

Shanks' eyes widened in surprise, completely taken off guard by your swift and unexpected maneuver. His crew members had also turned their attention to the scene, their jaws dropping in shock. He found himself frozen in place for a moment, his mind racing to catch up with what he had just witnessed. You had handled the situation with such speed and precision that it was almost mesmerizing. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of fascination and admiration for the way you had just taken charge and dealt with that guy.

“I need her in my ship” shanks muttered with his glance still placed on you, benn smoke a drug of his cigarette and blow it slowly in air “uh ha?”, Shanks chuckled at Benn's skeptical reaction, his eyes never leaving her as she stood over the unconscious man. "as a crew member," Shanks repeated, his voice holding a note of determination.

His crew all looked at him incredulously, clearly surprised by his statement. "WHAT?!" they echoed, their voices laced with disbelief.

Note. Yep, you know what sly, I ate this, anyone this is kind part one, KINDA, cause I’m not sure yet what next but I love this until now, so write your thoughts and what do you think or feel about this .⋆𐙚 🍒₊˚⊹💋˙✧˖°

[hanjicores]

want you back

author's note: for some reason i’ve been imagining gojo getting jealous seeing you looking so fine and having fun after your breakup and all he wants is you back???

the music, the lights, other party goers surrounding you getting lost in stereo. what more could you ask for? after getting dumped by that asshole, all you wanted to do was let loose with a few strangers and drink your feelings away.

what you didn’t except was for gojo to be standing at the other end of the bar watching you be carefree as can be. it was as if he was looking at a complete stranger.

gojo watched as your long, brunette hair swayed with the motion of your head. watched as the thinly strapped black body con dress you wore so stunningly fused with every curve on your body. your hips moving side to side, arms reaching for the sky, eyes closed and feeling the moment.

your mind was empty and all you could think about was when to take a sip of your drink. it didn’t take long for other men to line up and offer to buy you a drink. a few slipping their hands onto your lower back and pulling you close to them. some even trying to steal a kiss. that’s when gojo decided to make his move.

gojo started towards you, heat rising in his face and fists clenched so tight it’s as if he’d rip his skin open from his fingertips digging into his palms.

it was so poorly lit in the club, but from a distance you could see a tall, white haired figure with circular lenses making his way to you. you rolled your eyes as you faced towards the bar and downed your almost finished drink.

“well you look sexy tonight.” gojo whispered into your ear as he closed the space between you both. you scoffed at his comment and turned to face him, eyes full of rage and sorrow.

“what’s a girl to do when her asshole of a boyfriend who never gave her the time of day breaks it off with her?” gojo can sense the tension in your body as it tightens against his torso. he grabs you by the waist and pulls you to the dance floor.

you’re too buzzed to try and fight it, so you let him lead you into the crowd of people. you throw both hands over his neck and your body instantly moves to the rhythm of the music.

gojo is stunned at the way you moved, almost mesmerized by your body. he didn’t know he had a good thing until it was gone. he starts moving his body in tandem with yours, letting your body take the lead in this lovers quarrel of a dance.

you’re both so immersed in each other that you almost forget you aren’t together anymore. that is until gojo grabs the back of your neck with his left hand while holding your back with his right, dipping your body back and leaning into your face.

he’s so close his breath is hot against your lips and he slowly brings you back up. you both stay together like that for just another moment longer before gojo speaks.

“baby, i want you back. i need you back.” his voice is low and needy. you’ve never seen gojo like this, you’re almost relishing in this new profound jealousy of his.

you smirk before laying a soft kiss upon his lips, giving gojo more than enough confirmation that he’s got you back — and this time he is never letting you go.