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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 | choso kamo

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Finding out your boyfriend's a vampire was far from the chill evening you planned with him. But you can't lie, imagining those fangs sinking down on and sucking on your skin....it's kinda hot.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: vampire bf! Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern! au - oral (m! receiving) - handjob - fingering (f! receiving) - nipple play (licking, sucking, tweezing, fangs grazing) - piercings (nape and frenum) - biting (wrist, shoulder, breast, implied more afterwards) - Choso got a long schlong, rip - missionary position - overstimulation - clitoral play (swiping) - cervix fucking - the first time you and Choso have sex + you two being nervy/cute - pet names (angel, baby, princess) - Choso takes blood supplements + drinks pigs blood - Yuuji is his half-brother - mention of blood (duh) and saliva/spit - proofread but will check for more l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k (bro, wtf???)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: y'all watched that new ep, right? right. anywaysss, in celebration of choso [and yuuji]'s big fight being animated, i was thinking of vampy bf! choso for a few days and how cute/hot that would be! soooooo, enjoy~~ ☆ and tysm for 2.6k!!

“Sooo, you two gonna like fuck tonight?”

“Whatever happened to ‘How’s your day,’ ‘You doing okay,’ or ‘You still haven’t offed yourself after midterms,’ Nobara?”

“Yeah, my day is going fine, but answer the question.”

“I swear to Christ…” you sigh heavily as you walk down the sidewalk.

The month of October brings more dread to your being than anything else. As much as you want to be festive, order a pumpkin latte, and chill watching the leaves fall gracefully with the autumn times, college life does whatever it takes to prevent that. And what better way to do that than have you suffer with midterm exams.

You and your roommate, Nobara, have experienced the worst, especially this week. Having to study and pull all-nighters so much that you two can count with four fingers at max how many hours of sleep you get daily. Whatever gets the work done. However, it shouldn’t cost you your necessary slumber. Even your other best friends, Yuuji and Megumi, are victims of the tests. Hell, Yuuji found out he had an exam the day BEFORE and had to come in clutch by spending the entire day finishing the two-page study guide!

All four of you are depleted of fun; it’s non-existent as you try to navigate out of this academic hell…Despite that, though, there’s one thing you’re always looking forward to during the week: the weekend! Oh, yes, today is finally Friday. You’ve been anticipating this day throughout the week, finally done with your exams and ready to relax with your friends after so much schoolwork. But that’s not the only thing you’re looking forward to…

Because this weekend, you’ll finally be with your boyfriend, whom you haven’t seen since the start of midterms. Choso Kamo, Yuuji’s older half-brother and the man of your life, is the only person you’d love to see sweep you off your feet and take you in his loving arms, away from all the stress and discomfort from your college life. The two of you have been dating for almost a year, and he’s, without a doubt, the sweetest guy you ever got lucky with.

Since the start of this semester, it’s been hard for you two to meet at one place, let alone get on the phone. With you on campus and he outside with his job as a piercer, there have been times when you thought you’d never see him until winter break. Yet, it is now fall break, and Yuuji invited you and the gang to have a relaxing weekend at Choso’s place (with his permission). You accepted the invitation with a gleeful heart, practically bouncing and giggling at the thought of being in the same place as your partner again. And that’s where you’re heading now, walking down the sidewalk to his townhouse with a duffle bag full of your stuff, and you on the phone with Nobara to keep you company.

“All I’m saying is,” the brunette starts on the other side of the line. “If there’s ever a good time for you two to get it on, it would be this weekend.”

“I’m sorry, since when has my sex life been on your mind instead of studying for the exam you have in ten minutes?” You hear your roommate suck her teeth, and you grin with satisfaction. “Besides, he and I are waiting for the perfect time to do it, no rush. And seeing as you, Megumi, and Yuuji will be in the same place as us, I highly doubt we’d ever think of having sex.”

“Hmm, fair point —KNOCK KNOCK— WHO IS IT!!?” You almost remove the device from your ear from Nobara’s abrupt yelling. “Sorry, Y/n. Megumi is here and says we gotta head to the classroom right now.”

“That’s fine. I’m already at Choso’s place, anyway. See you guys later, and good luck with the exam.”

“‘Kay, see ya later.” She bids you farewell. “Also, if you two ever do it this weekend and you don’t tell me, as your best-est friend, I have legal rights to make sure all your cute underwear gets thrown out next time I take out the trash.”

“Good-fucking-bye, Nobara.” You scoff, your thumb already pressing the end call button and stuffing the phone in the pocket of your leggings.

In just the nick of time, you make it to Choso’s townhome and climb up the stairs to knock on the door. Within seconds, Yuuji opens the door and greets you with a hug.

“Y/n!” He’s always so eager and chipper when he sees you. “I was just about to text you; gotta run to the grocery store, then head to the pizza shop to place the order.”

You enter the foyer to remove your shoes while the salmon-haired other rushes to put his on. “Oh, how come?”

“The phones and websites seem to be down, so I gotta head there in person to place the order. But don’t worry, I’ll be right back before Megumi and Nobara.” He stands to open the door again before grabbing his car keys from the rack. “Choso’s up in his room right now, so you can say hi and chill with him while I’m gone.”

“All right,” You watch Yuuji run down to the sidewalk before he stops to shout something in your direction.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, ya lovebirds!” He sends you a cheeky grin, and you give him a playful glare with puffed cheeks.

“I won’t; go get the pizza!” He laughs at your response as he jogs down the street to his car, and you close the door when you see him drive off.

Alone with Choso…The thought of being alone with your boyfriend for a few hours has the butterflies in your stomach become active, fighting the urge to smile with warm cheeks. It’s been a hellish month thus far. Finally, after all this time, being in your boyfriend’s arms is enough to wash off all the stress you’ve pent up for the past couple of weeks.

With glee in your steps, you tip-toe up the stairs with wholesome thoughts of you and your boyfriend. I wonder if he’s been eating right these days. Same with getting sleep, he has a bad habit of sleeping at ungodly hours…Oh my God, wait, are we going to sleep together? If so, it'll be the first time we share a bed together. Does that mean—

You mentally slap yourself out of your delusion when you stop at his bedroom door. Oh, snap out of it, Y/n! That’s just Nobara getting into your head. Plus, it’s not like you two will be by yourselves for the entire night — the other three will be here. Hell, his own younger brother will be across the exact hallway! Don’t think such horny shit, for God’s sake…

You shake your head to abolish the impure thoughts, raising your fist to knock on your boyfriend’s door. “Chocho?" You greet with a nickname. "It’s me, Y/n. I just got here and—“

CRASH!!

The sound makes you jump, halting you from finishing that sentence. Rushed footsteps and another noise that something was bumped into follow along. “Ch-Choso? Everything all right?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m good,” you can tell even from outside the room his voice had an unsure tone; he was, in fact, not good. “Just wait, I gotta—Ow!!”

You know you shouldn’t have done what you’re about to do as it goes against basic etiquette; however, when you hear sudden cries of pain from your boyfriend, how in the world would you stay still!? With a chewed lip, you grab the door handle and bust it open to enter his room.

You know you shouldn’t have done that. Because what you see before you is way beyond your comprehension.

The carpeted floor had items all over the place. There are packets filled with what appear to be red liquids and tiny red pills contrasted with the white carpet. They must’ve been knocked over and made that noise. Suddenly, you notice a stain on the white mat in a bright red color. That was the thing that alerted your nerves, immediately searching for the figure standing behind the bed. It was your boyfriend, Choso Kamo.

But was it him? Because what on earth were you looking at!?? He still had the same face, light brown hair that was usually tied up now fell to his neck, his black “tattoo” on his face now red and leaking down to his chin. And his mouth was agape, your eyes noting that his canines were extended out more than usual with red fluid at the ends. Not to mention that the man was now shirtless! His bare chest and abdomen out for you, covered with smeared….Is…Is that blood?

Choso slowly moves his hands up in defense. “Y/n…Just stay calm for me, okay?”

The entire scene was too much for your brain to grasp, your breathing increasing to an unstable pattern, and your eyes looking at every jarring detail doesn’t help ease the thoughts going way too fast for you. The worried expression of your boyfriend has your body at a standstill, and your limbs quiver as if you’re about to give way. So, what are you left to do?

You faint.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

He stares at you, and you stare at him.

He averts his gaze shyly away from you, and you keep yours fixated on his.

Brown orbs teeter meekly to your figure sitting on his bed before reverting back to the other side, and yours refuse to leave his face, practically sinking holes into his forehead.

This has been going on for five minutes ever since your consciousness returned, and Choso cleaned up the mess in his room and himself — now, he wears a black tank top after cleaning the red stains off his body. After giving you an explanation as to what happened, you haven’t said a single word to him. You only stare at him while pondering questions of your own. And you can tell the lack of communication makes the poor man uncomfortable in the confines of his bedroom. So, for his sake (and your headache-inducing curiosity), you eventually uttered something.

“So,” you say the first word with a long pause, treading carefully on which questions to ask. “Those pills…are filled with blood?”

“Yes…” He admits with his gaze still not away from you.

“And you take them every day?”

“Twice a day…”

Okay…Next question, “And those small packets,” you point to the dresser where a pile of said red packets stack upon one another. “Also blood?” He nods slowly. “Human blood?”

He finally brings his eyesight to you but with a hurried shake to the head. “No, no! It’s pig’s blood.”

Is that worse or better?? Never mind— You then point to your set of canines. “And your teeth, I’ve never seen them that long...”

“They only get like that when I don’t drink blood for a while. So, when you knocked on my door, I was just about to open a packet. But then I heard your name and kinda panicked…”

“Oh my God…” Everything comes together and hits you all at once. From his pale skin contrasting yours, the unusual tattoo across his face now revealed as a blood mark, or all those times you caught him drinking his super red "beet juice." It all comes down to the only acceptable truth that feels foreign to leave your lips. “…..My boyfriend is a vampire.”

Choso cringes internally at the words you uttered. The truth has finally come, and he didn’t even mean for it to happen, at least not like this. Who in their right mind would want to reveal to their partner that they’re a blood-sucking monster? It’s the most dreadful talk of his life that Choso has done all his years avoiding. And now you, his sweet, perfect thing, have discovered his abnormal existence.

“That’s…” He cringes harder when you say more words. “So...” Anxiety pools his stomach, mind filled with uneasy guesses on what you’d think of him now. He could only assume the worst; it’s only natural. “...Cool!!”

Wait, what? That’s not what he expected. Way off, actually.

He feels the dent of the bed when you move closer to him, your face merely inches away from his as you examine every single feature of him. It takes the vampiric man aback, holding his breath while watching your face stare at him intensely with your beautiful eyes, beaming with excitement and wonder. And his vision slowly drifts to your lips, watching them move as you ask questions. And he keeps staring until, “—so…Choso!!” He snaps his orbs back to yours, his cheeks blossoming pink. “I’m asking you a question. So, since you’re a vampire, how come you’re not melting or sparkling when the sun touches you? Is that why you wear black all the time?”

“You mean that stuff from the books and movies?” He questions your logic, but it’s not your fault; he’s sure many others would’ve asked the same. “I don’t know about melting, but my skin gets dry if I stay out too long.”

You hum along to his answer, nodding as if you were in a lecture. “How come Yuuji isn’t a vampire, or at least half? Wait, does he know!?”

“No! No, he doesn’t. I became a vampire because my father was a vampire and turned me and my mother into one. I think I was around the age of twenty. After she died and my dad found Itadori’s mom, he didn’t change her into one. So, with that luck, I guess he isn’t fully a vampire. But I wouldn’t blow past it if he has some characteristics…”

“I see.” Again, you nod along. That might explain some things, like why he’s so fricken fast when he plays sports and that crazy-like strength he has… “So, how long have you been like this?”

“Almost a hundred and thirty.”

Woah. “And when have—I’m sorry, how long have you tasted human blood?”

Choso ponders on that question for a few seconds before answering. “I started when I became one. I try not to have it as I did back then; the last time I had it was around two years ago. But even then, I switched more into donated or pig’s blood for the past four decades.”

“Do you ever have cravings for human blood?” Was that too much to ask? It possibly was because Choso makes a face that conveys slight objection. Yet your mind genuinely wanted to know.

“I do, but I try not to act on them. Especially now that I have a human brother, and you…I guess it doesn’t feel right that I do so, ya know.”

His response replays in your mind, not because you were confused but because you understood where he was coming from. You’re sure it wasn’t easy for him to go around and sink his fangs into human flesh back then; modern times should make the task a lot easier with so many people on this earth. Although, you can imagine how hard it must have been for Choso to ignore an urge like that, specifically when it caters to his whole being. Alternatives such as pills and blood packets can only do so much.

“..…Have you ever thought of biting me?”

The question came out on its own as your curiosity got the best of you. Yet you don’t regret asking because it’s not impossible to think of ever happening.

Choso’s brown eyes look into yours sincerely, releasing a heavy sigh as if the truth was weighing him down. “…Yes.”

Your expression doesn’t change, remaining neutral. There’s no point in asking why because you can practically answer that yourself: he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s very considerate, so no wonder he’d put your health and well-being above all else. So, why not do the same for him? “…Would you like to taste mine?”

His eyes widen at your proposal, surveying your face to see any twinges or crack soft a smile that entails a joke. There were none, your expression exhibiting nothing but honesty. “A-Are you sure??”

You nod with a smile. “Yup. I mean, it’s not every day someone gets to have a vampire taste their blood — let alone see a vampire, period. Besides,” you stretch out your arm, your wrist stationed in front of Choso. “If it were any other random vampire, I’d probably throw garlic their way.”

The man scoffs at your comment. “Something also you see in books and movies, Y/n.”

“Whatever,” the two of you laugh at your silliness. “But I’m serious, Chocho. I’m fine as long you’re the one doing it. So, go on.”

A moment of hesitation keeps him in his thoughts, the mental cogs of his brain deciphering what course of action he should take. But he does take your wrist with a large hand, bringing it towards his mouth. And before you know it, the vampiric man unsheathes his fangs out for display and sinks them into your flesh, tearing the skin as they pierce through.

The sharp pain was expected, but you still forced your eyes shut and took in a big inhale. Choso watches your reaction as his fangs take in a sample of your blood for him to taste. The familiar texture of the body fluid courses through him, and drips of it slide down to his tongue. You exhale through your mouth, pursed lips blowing out cool air. It felt as though two needles were simultaneously stabbing your wrist, your hand forming into a fist to situate yourself through the hurtful sensation.

And Choso just keeps watching you as he drinks your red fluid, taking in your graceful reaction. He knows it hurts, but you don’t say anything, pushing through it for the sake of him. He examines your steady breathing, eyes sewn shut, and plump limps agape for inhalation. You looked so good like this — tasted good as well, very sweet with a floral scent; it must have been your signature perfume. It intoxicates him, thinking of your body and fragrance on him and your sweet taste on his tastebuds. It ignites something inside him. Something that he hadn’t experienced in a long time…

“Choso?” You call out to him as his blinks signal that he heard you. “You done there? Don’t want you sucking my arm dry.” You jest to him.

He takes the hint and removes his teeth from your wrist, licking the two pierced holes of excess blood that seeps out. “My bad.”

You tease him some more. “Do I taste that good to you?” You didn’t expect him to give you a curt nod, a silent compliment from your boyfriend. “O–Oh…That’s good to know…” You say timidly, gaze averting downwards. Then, you notice something in the crotch of his pants. You gasp: a pinched tent. Choso follows your sight, finding out about his predicament to his horror. He opens his mouth to explain himself, but you beat him. “Can I take care of it?”

Again, Choso tries to say something, but no words dare to come out as you crawl up towards him. His brain short circuits at your movement, his back hitting the headboard of his bed. His blush creeps around to his ears, contrasting his pale skin and chocolate-colored hair. You smile at him; he’s so adorable and shy about this. “Mind I take the lead for a minute?” You ask for permission, even though the answer is quite clear when he peers at your lips. He nods, your face drawing inward and your soft lips landing on his.

One kiss. Two kisses and a moan. Three kisses pass, and it’s at this point that you two can’t get off each other. As his hand snakes to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, he takes your mewls with his lips, the insertion of his tongue making your toes curl.

Taking the lead as promised, you bring a hand down to the zipper of his ripped jeans, bringing the zipper and the clothing down to throw on the floor. Your fingers curl around the band of his black boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal his lo— WHAT THE FUCK!!??

His erection springs out from his underwear, and what you’re met with is a fucking behemoth. For one, the thing was way longer than you anticipated — most definitely the longest you’ve had within reach. And because of its length, it looked so pretty to look at. The way his precum trickles down his glans to the underside is so magnificent to your eyes that you’re practically stuck looking at it. And…Is that a piercing right at his frenulum? Oh, wow. Vampire dick, huh.

“Heh, you like what you see, princess?” Suddenly, you feel so small from being called out with that little tease from your boyfriend. You give him a condescending expression, making him chuckle to himself. And who told him to call you that cute nickname!?… Keep going.

Back to the matter, you ogle at his dick again and mentally prep yourself by slowly moving your hand toward it. Your fingers curl around the base and unhurriedly stroke him to figure out a good pace to start. A moan from Choso entails that you know what you’re doing, so you dial up the speed and go further up, stopping your strokes from his piercing down to the base.

He becomes more vocal as your friction becomes more confident, spitting on your hand and tightening your grip to make it easier for his rough skin to slide across your palm. Sticking with a firm and consistent rhythm, you watch your hand go to work on his shaft, watching more of his precum leak and slide down to your fingers. It was so lewd yet so arousing; you feel the throbbing heat between your legs begins to form, swaying your ass to ease the pleasurable sensation while instructing a pornographic act.

“Ahhh, ahhnn, oh shit…” He stammers to give you a proper response, your hand feeling too good. “Oh fuck, your hand feels so good, angel, so goo—Nhhhh!!”

“Really?” You can’t deny the pride you feel for yourself, so you move down to situate between his legs. “That’s all that matters, then.” You bring your free hand to massage his testicles and cover more surface, and more of Choso’s whines and croaks fill the space, his hips bucking to ensure more friction and pleasure on his end.

With the rate this is going, more of his essence leaks out from his urethra, and the raunchy image playing right in front of you has your lips quiver. An intrusive thought roams around your brain while looking at his pink glans. You chew on your lips as you decide on what to do. And when you finally do, it’s now or never.

With a gulp, you bring the tip of his cock to your lips, and the man sharply gasps at the wet sensation of your tongue on his glans. The precum leaves a salty aftertaste on your tastebuds, proving that this is happening: you’re giving your vampiric boyfriend a blowjob right now. Deciding to take things to the next level, you intake more of his inches as much as you can. Not the whole thing because you know you’d probably choke, so you take your time inhaling his length at a comfortable pace and manner. And once you bob your head, the hisses and groans from Choso should give you an idea that he’s feeling elated.

“Haahh…Mmmph…Y/n, your mouth feels so good—Oh shit…” He brings a hand down to the top of your head, a sign you can guess that he wants you to keep going. And so you do, speeding up your motions. Your mouth sucks and teases the underside of his dick, your tongue curves and licks around the piercing of his frenulum, and he jerks when you slowly teasingly lick from the base to the tip. You bring your hand to the rest of the inches you couldn’t cover, your pretty fingers sliding up and down his dick while your free hand comes to his balls for you to massage. The sudden contact of your hands wasn’t expected, his body jolting to the sensations of your tongue and fingers around him, kneading his scrotum as you playfully lick on his cockhead. “—Khhh, ohhhh, fuck…Y/n, baby, I’m—Ahahhh!!”

From the sound of it, he was bound to release his load. So you prepare and bring the tip back into your warm mouth, urging the man to climax. With a few more pumps from your hands coinciding with the laps and sucks of your plump lips, he ruts his groin to your face as his essence spreads inside your oral cavity. And you take it like a champ, sucking every pump to your throat, not letting the tip go until he finished. So, once his body calms down, you release him, wiping off the trail of saliva from your mouth.

Yet it doesn’t stop there; of course, it doesn’t. Because Choso’s cock is very much still sprung and active from your blowjob, meaning it’s inevitable that you’re going to move on to the next phase. And judging by the sheer length of this thing, you have no idea how that shit is gonna fit inside of you. Damn, vampire dick sure is something…

“Y/n?” You snap back from your thoughts when Choso calls out to you, noticing you gawking at his size. “You don’t have to do the rest if you don’t want, baby. I can take care of it.”He’s so sweet looking out for you as he’s aware that you’re a little worried.

But you surprise him when you exit off the bed for a quick second, removing your leggings and underwear for the carpet to keep for you. The same thing goes for your matching bra. And as you crawl back to bed, his wide eyes never leave your lower figure, watching you lie on your back with your head on a pillow and your legs spread wide. “As long as you take the lead, I’ll be fine, Chocho.”

It’s his turn to gulp and ease his dry throat before getting on his knees and positioning himself between your legs, dark brown orbs intaking every detail of your cunt that’s exposed for him. You chew on your lip, “It’s embarrassing if you stare so hard at it, ya know…”

“S-Sorry,” He apologizes while getting back to the task. He grabs ahold of his length and aligns the tip to your wet entrance, and your breath hitches at the contact. “I’ll go real slow, okay?”You give a couple of honest nods for confirmation, and he watches your breathing. When he notes your inhales and exhales, he pushes into your folds. With every inhale you take, he nudges further into you. The pain gets bitter and bitter by the second, and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. “Relax for me, angel, relax.” He comes down to whisper those words to ear; swear to God, you could’ve moaned right there and then. However, you switch your focus to following his advice, reminding your body to stop resisting the unfamiliar limb making entry. The pain is still present, but you count your breaths to distract your mind until the tip finally makes it in, a sharp gasp sneaking past you and a hiss from Choso when you involuntarily grasp around him while he pushes more of him inside.

However, he doesn’t move right away, giving you as much time as you need to catch a steady pattern to breathe along with. Your head already feels too hot, and your chest feels too tight to breathe. You peer down to find that he is only halfway in, and there’s no amount of words to describe the disbelief you’re experiencing at this moment. “I feel…so full already…” You nearly choke on your words. You can practically feel his piercing scrape your insides.

“I know, princess,” he comforted you with a kiss on the forehead while lifting your shirt, your chest meeting his cold, slender fingers that massaged your mounds. All the while, he pushes his cock further into your chasm, and your breathing goes shaky as you try and take every inch of him. Then all of a sudden, your body jolts upward when you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix; you can only guess now that everything’s entirely inside you. Oh yeah, vampire dick is most definitely something else. Tears start to water your eyes, and your hands come around Chos’s neck, the coldness of his nape piercing greeting your skin. “—Mmmm, fuckin’ Christ…I’m gonna go start moving now, Y/n.”

You appreciate the warning because, with the way his hips start to create a motion to and fro from your entrance, it’s surreal that his shaft is churning your inner wall with minimal effort. Shivers crawl up your spine every time the base meets your southern lips, grazes to your most tender spots result in you chewing on your bottom lip, and God, the occasional jab to your cervix is something you’ll have to get used to. He sucks on one nipple while the other hand tends to the other, the laps of his tongue on the bud of your breast feel so good, and you gasp when his fangs lightly graze it. So exhilaratingly dangerous.

“Choso—Ohhhh…” you coo, your head thrown back when he tweezes your nipple simultaneously with the jab to your cervix. The pace of his thrusts increases a tad, and your voice becomes more vocal than before, filling his bedroom with your breathy whimpers. “So big, you’re so big for me—Ohooo!”

“—Mmfhh!! Fuck, you feel so good for me, princess…Shiiiit—” The way your cunt wraps around him so tightly causes him to rut into you harder and faster, evoking spine-chilling whines from your puffy, bitten lips. Your disheveled figure squirms on the sheets, holding onto Choso for dear life as he churns your tummy insides. Your fragrance attacks his nose when he kisses your neck, nibbling the skin to listen to your cute gasps more. Then, the urge rises. He opens his mouth for his fangs to scrape your neck.

“Ahahhnn!! Ch–Chosooo!!”

Your voice halts his unconscious, realizing what he was about to do and quickly withdrawing his teeth from your neck. No, not now… He thinks to himself, moving his fangs to your shoulder instead. The bite elicits a sharp shriek from your unbeknownst self. Your nails dig into his shoulders, the pain motivating him to explore more of your body with your mouth.

You can feel his kisses trail down your collarbone and breast, sucking on your nipples once more before leaving a tiny bite. You clamp around his girth as a response, which jabs into your cervix repeatedly with precision. More kisses and licks later, and he leaves a bite mark by your collarbone, sucking on the spot to taste more of your sweet blood. Your mind goes dizzy with the constant of his lips and teeth, and the commotion down south has you wrap your legs around him, caging him in as your climax is soon to come.

“—Nnaahh! Ahaahhnn!! Oh, God, Ohmyfuckin’Go—Hhmmff!!” Choso leads a hand down to your clitoris, and you see stars in no time. “Chosooo!! Yer handsss, you’re gonna make me cummm!! Ooooh, shhahhh!!”

Choso listens to your pleas with attentive ears, his fingers swiping rampantly on your clit. Your choked sobs are so beautiful to hear. The way your walls grasp around his length entails you’re about to come on him any second now. “Go on, my angel. Ring me out—Hnnghh!! So fuckin’ tight…”

Erratic ruts to your sloppy cunt cause wet noises to fill your eardrums, and the heat in your face is unbearable while your head pounds harshly. With the swipes on your clit and him grinding his cock to your tender spot, it’s apparent that you two come concurrently. He fills your cunt with his anticipated load while your velvety walls contract around him euphorically, and exchanged pants fill the space between your sweaty bodies.

The two of you experience shocks of your own as your heaving bodies rest on each other, Choso nuzzling his face to your neck as his hand softly massages your breast. Your body calms down, gradually exiting your blissful haze. But it tenses again when you feel another sharp pain in your shoulder, and you snicker while pulling his ear to tease.

“Let you have a taste, now you’re already hooked, huh…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Choso uses a washcloth to dab on the bite marks around your body, gently pressing down on it and wiping off any blood that leaves your newly added markings. The warm cloth feels good on your cold skin — as if the stinging sensation subsides in seconds.

“You know,” You hum along as he takes care of your body. “I didn’t think you’d be that much of a biter.”

“Sorry,” he moves to your front, dabbing the teeth marks on your breasts and shoulders. You can see the hint of pink that flushes his cheeks and ears. “Got a little carried away…”

You giggle. “No need to apologize, Chocho.” The nickname has him blush harder. He’s so cute when he’s flustered. “Just goes to show that you were enjoying the moment.”

His hands suddenly stop moving, the washcloth now around your wrist. “…Did you?” Caramel eyes dare to peek at yours. “Did you enjoy it?”

You could tell that the question carried a deep-rooted meaning. Not only was this the first time you and Choso had sex, but it was also within the same day you found out he was a vampire. If you were in his shoes, you could guess he’d probably think you didn’t like the experience or found it heavily discomforting. Yet that wasn’t the case at all. So, you have to communicate that to him.

With a warm smile, you let him know, “Yes, I did. I had a great time.” Before you can say more, a random thought prompts you to ask a question. “Hey, I felt you were about to bite my neck, but you didn’t.”

“Hmm? Oh, umm, yeah, I did. The only way for someone to become a vampire is by biting the neck,” He confirms, his gaze drifting down to your wrist as he uses the wet cloth to dab on the mark. “But I don’t want you becoming one now. At least, not without you telling me.”

“Wait, you don't want me to be a vampire?”

“I mean, that’s up to you, honestly. As much as I love you and would love the idea of spending my life with you, that’s only my selfish wish at the end of the day. The choice should be yours to make, not mine.”

You remove your hand from his hold and place it on his cold cheek. The other hand comes up to cup the other, provoking your boyfriend to look directly at you.

“You’re so sweet, you know that?” You have never seen his face change into a flash of pink so quickly; it makes you giggle at him. “Chocho, I appreciate you telling me the truth about yourself. I’m sure it’s been hard on you to carry this burden of pretending to be something you’re not, especially with me. So, again, thank you…However, I can’t really see myself as a vampire, at least right now. My life seems to be at a good place right now, and I want to experience it first-hand, ya know. With you by my side.”

You know Choso is listening to you word-for-word; his brown eyes never leaving your face is evidence of such. So you continue: “So, until then, let me be human for a while longer. When the time is right, I’ll let you know. Sounds good?”

The brown-haired man gives you a smile before answering, resulting in yours broadening. “I’m cool with that.”

You nod. “Cool.”

“…”

“…You want more of my blood, huh.”

“…..I’m sorry,” you laugh at his awkwardness. “You just smell so good. And you taste sweet…”

“In that case,” you withdraw your hands from his cheek and extend an arm out for him. “Have one last taste.”

There’s hesitance when his hand grabs ahold of your wrist. But when he knows you’re complying and on board with this, Choso brings your wrist to his lips, his fangs pierce down on your skin, and he sucks your blood. The pain this time around wasn’t too excruciating. Maybe with all the bites you have on your body right now, you came around and got used to it.

And who knows? Perhaps you’ll grow to love the sensation soon enough.

“Yo! I’m back!” The two of you freeze. A familiar voice from the other side of the hallway brings you back to the present moment. You then remember that Yuuji promised to return from the store and pizza place. And seeing as though time has passed enough for him to be done, the warmth of your body shifts to a disturbing shiver when the bedroom door opens up. “I got the pizzas and left them on top of the oven—“

The salmon-haired other stopped mid-sentence when his eyesight landed in your direction. You can only imagine what’s going through his mind when he looks at you and Choso because that was the same experience you went through a few hours back.

Yuuji looks at the two of you on top of the bed. Clothes decorating the carpeted floor, both your bodies free and nude, your tits out for him to see crystal clear. One of your hands holds a washcloth that harbors red, bloody stains. The other hand stretched out towards Choso’s mouth, where the younger notices fangs withdrew from your wrist. The newly drawn blood from your new mark connects to the sharp teeth of his older brother.

Thirty seconds go by where no one says anything, just three pairs of eyes and figures falling victim to the discomfiting silence of this situation. Until Yuuji starts to uncomfortably laugh at the sight before him for a few seconds. And then suddenly, he stops, and his balance gives way for his body to meet with the floor beneath him.

He fainted.

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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lizzie bennett diaries thread pt 1

#watched 1-20 yesterday #june 17 2022 #does bing have parents #the sister dynamics.. did the writers have siblings 😭😭#omg why's caroline giving sloan sabbith??#woahhh wait caroline using the vlog as blackmail #what are the implications of darcy discovering the vlogs tho omg #BING AN DJANE WOW #THEYRE SO XUTE #but idk i don't know if i love this insecure jane #july 5 2022 #gonna try to finish tonight 😀#on ep 29 #oh wait i still have like 4 hours 40 min 😭#DOES SHE HAVE A PYRAMID DOS HE ALSO HAVE A SCHEME 😭#why does mrs bennet have a southernccent #OH MY GOD HER MRS BENNET IMPRESSION IS GIVING AMANDA WINGFIELD #the thing is like. a career move isn't as risky as marriage proposal?#also so interesting how she can say stuff abt the viewers reactions bc p&p is so known #WAITTT BUT LIKE job offer is exactly equivalent to marriage proposal and it really pushes hard how irresponsible lizzie was turning down col #did we turn british 😭😭#when are the lees gonna move #WOAHHHH WOW WOWHAHEJEJWBEJFK DARCY IS SO HOT GOODBT JENENEMRFJKSNFKEBFKDNSDJBDS I MMELTINGGGGGGGGGG OH MT GOD #JUST KISSSSSSSSSSS #THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE MOST ENTHUSIASTIC P&P?#to be fair i've been watching a lot of them on 1.75 speed but #THIS DARCY THEIR ARGUMENT WOWEJDJDJDHFJNFNFKDNF #also jane and bingley hit sooooo hard #idk modernization just works soo well for this theyre so !

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jashne-bahaaraa · 2 years

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sigh

#i really wanted to finish reading 2*a tonight but i'm feeling so meh rn #i'm gonna see if new eps of who r*les the world are out #watch them while eating dinner #and if i'm feeling better after that ig i'll try to finish it #sighh #i feel so bad tho #ugh #fineee #i'll feel better after i eat smth hopefully #://#ny.personal

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I love your writing! It’s very pretty and I love to scroll mindlessly thru your account. Could you do a lil fic where the reader is really sick with a cold? I think 50s Elvis would B ideal for this but it’s your choice who you pick ❤️

— N

Sorry for the wait! I love this idea! And thank you for requesting ☺️

Worrisome

Characters: Elvis X fem!reader

Warnings/triggers: Sickness

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When you're dating Elvis, something out of the ordinary happens regularly, both good and bad. Which this time, after a long day of travelling to the next hotel during Elvis’ tour, you begin to have a runny nose and a cough. Your boyfriend being the kind to get worried about you easily, you attempted to be discreet with your coughing and carrying on but that didn’t last long until he noticed your hand on your forehead as if to check the temperature of a fever. “Are you sick darlin?” his voice laced with concern as he walked over to you after excusing himself from the conversation with the guys, knowing it wouldn’t be convincing you shook your head anyway. “No.. just a lil tired ‘s all” Elvis gave you a look “Ya lyin’ aren’t ya?” you sighed “Yes Elvis I’m lying, I’m sick” he replies with a nod, kneeling on one knee in front of you being sat in the passenger's car seat and taking your hands into his. “Fever?” he asks, you shook your head “No just a runny nose and a-” a scratchy cough interrupts making Elvis furrow his eyebrows. “Cough…” finishing your sentence. Elvis nods again “Let’s get ya inside” you appease by nodding and carefully standing up on your feet, Elvis reassuringly holding your hand.

Leading you inside the hotel room, Elvis directs you to sit on the bed while he gets you a glass of water. “Drink some water, it’ll help” you silently nod and take the glass. He lays a hand on your forehead while you drink and clicks his tongue. “Seems like you got a fever too honey” he states, you were feeling a bit hot during the drive. “Yeah..” is all you could say, leaning over to rest your head on his lower abdomen, you feel tired. Elvis smiles small, stroking your hair silently. “Do you want to take a bath?” you close your eyes while shaking your head. Elvis grins “Alright, let’s getcha in your pyjamas then”

After swiftly helping you into your nightgown, Elvis pats your knee “Get ya self comfortable, imma call room service” you shuffle up to the headboard of the bed and get yourself under the covers. Half an hour later, the chicken soup arrives. Elvis rests himself on the edge of the bed, beginning to scoop some soup, blowing it gently earning a scoff when he takes the first bite. “Looked tasty, had to try it” he chuckles ,you playfully roll your eyes.

Just as you take another bite, a knock comes to the door. Elvis quickly answers, discovering he had 2 hours to get ready before he leaves for tonight's concert. He closes the door after a brief chat and walks back to sit on the bed, the concerned expression Elvis had earlier returns on his face “ I’ve got 2 hours before I go, are you gonna be alright without me?” you hum quietly “I’ll be alright, you go get ready” Elvis smiles softly before he gets up to prepare himself.

Elvis quickly changes into his gold lame suit and stands in front of the full body mirror on the wall, making sure his collar is neatly folded and combing back his gelled up hair. Elvis turns around to face you “How do I look?” Scanning him from head to toe, you hum softly with a soft smile “Handsome” a sly grin creeps onto his face “Thank ya darlin’” a knock comes to the door again and a voice “Are ya done EP?” Elvis sighs “Yeah I'm done, be there in a bit!” Just before he leaves, Elvis leans down to give you a delicate kiss on the lips “wish me luck” you nod with a smile.

The group of cars finally leave and you're now alone at the hotel, you decide to sleep since there's nothing else to do. An hour into your sleep, you wake up to the sound of the phone ringing. Sleepily as you get out of bed and walk to the phone, yawning before you speak “Hello?” at the other end you could hear the faint sound of a crowd “Hi Honey, it's Elvis… are you feelin' alright?” wiping away sleep from your eye “Hi baby, yeah I'm alright.. I was just sleeping” after hearing what you said, Elvis feels bad for waking you up “Oh, M’sorry dear you go back to sleep” you giggle softly “Alright, see you after the concert okay?” Elvis hums, ending the call with a “goodbye, I love you” and you go back to bed.

Elvis waits around backstage, he bites his nails quietly. Yes he's nervous to go up on stage but also the thought of you all alone without him there to take care of you is itching at him. Of course you can look after yourself, it's not the end of the world but the secure feeling of actually seeing you sleeping peacefully in bed is what he wants at this very moment. He shouldn't call you but he can't stop thinking about his lingering thoughts.

what if you got to go to the bathroom and just suddenly fainted? What about if you vomited and you're too tired to clean up the mess? Oh it's eating him alive, he has to call you now.

The phone rings again and you sigh, getting out of bed to answer the call “Hello?” Your voice is evidently tired just by your unusually quiet voice. “Darlin'? Are you alright? I-I got worried” your eyes begin to droop “Yes Elvis I'm alright, I was sleeping sweetie…” you repeat your words again to hint at him that you just want to sleep with no disruptions “I figured you would be… sorry honey, I got worried about ya.. you go back to sleep, I'm sorry” a tired hum leaving your mouth “Don't be sorry baby, I love you…see you later” the call ends again.

Just when you begin to fall into deep sleep…the phone rings…again.

“Elvis, I'm alright honey, I'm alright” a relieved sigh comes from his end “Okay..good, I love you” you sigh “I love you..”

For the fourth time.

“Elvis, I know you're worried about me but please I just want to sleep Honey” you tiredly spit out. Elvis nods “A-alright alright m’sorry I wanted to make sure you're safe… I love you” you hum “I love you Elvis”

Again.

Before you could say a word, Elvis cuts in “I'm sorry baby, m’sorry I can't stop worrying about you, ya sure you're okay?” His voice is shy and apologetic. “Yes dear, I'm okay I was sleeping, I'm still in the hotel room. I haven't fainted or anything I'm okay” another sigh from Elvis' end “Okay…okay..o-ok that's good” one of the stage managers calls for Elvis “I-I gotta go now honey..” you smile softly “Okay, go have fun” you can feel his hesitation so you reassure him quietly “and don't worry Elvis, I'll be right here in the hotel room. I won't go anywhere” he nods quietly “A-alright…” your smile grows a little “I love you” “...I love you”

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis fans #50s elvis #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #soft boy #he's so adorable #i love him

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himiabye · 8 months

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The final? - Ep 1: How about my feeling?

pairing: Jaehyun x reader; Jeno x reader. / FLUFF, ANGST, SMUT// Love triangle au.?

Word count: 912

Warning: Smut; curse words. This contains mature content! So minors DO NOT INTERACT! Thank you.

note: This is an opening ep so I do not want to put anything too strong here. Just want to give you guys an overall look at the situation between Jeno, Y/n and Jaehyun.

Please leave a comment about how you think this will go on. Thank you and enjoy.

Saturday morning

knock knock knock.

You’re sitting at your coffee table in the living room, trying to finish all the work so that you can enjoy your weekend the most. You open the door without knowing who decides to bother you on Saturday morning.

“ Jeno? What are you doing here? Also, you have the key why do you knock?”

He flashes you his lovely signature smile that melts your heart and it’s also the reason why you avoided him the whole week.

“ Well, first of all, I’m your best friend so do I need a reason to see you? Also, I miss you pumpkin, I feel like you’re trying to avoid me, which is weird so I think it’s better to knock on your door than just you know, use the key like usual. I know you need your personal space, too, pumpkin.”

You immediately feel sorry for abandoning your own best friend, or should I say your crush? Yes yes, you’ve just found out recently after a “daily” party at Johnny’s house. You realize you love your childhood best friend.

“ Oh just continue to do your work, I just want to check on you. I bought you some tulips, all colours of course. I’m gonna clean for you a little bit then make us a meal, What ya think?”

“ Uhm Jeno thank you so much but uhm.. I’m kinda busy and ..”

“ Yes, I know. And then you’re gonna skip all your meals and even… Okay enough talking just ignore me, I do my work and you do yours”. He finishes by giving your forehead a slight kiss.

And just like that, time flew. You two have your lunch like usual but you don’t feel right today, face to face with him. Your feelings toward him have changed, and you keep thinking about whether you should tell him or not. And when you make up your mind and decide to confess to him, he breaks your heart.

“ Hey Jen, actually I did avoid you last week, I’m sorry but the reason was my feelings for you, they changed. I li…”

“ Is it your father again? Did he pressure you with your brand?”

“No. And yes, work does exhaust me but what I’m trying to tell you is…”

“ Come to Johnny’s party tomorrow night. I want you to relax and keep yourself away from all the work, it’s the weekend. I also want to introduce Jane to you.” He cut you off. again.

“ Who’s Jane? Johnny’s sister?”

“No. It’s a new girl that John introduced to me. She is a journalist”.He smiles. That smile again. He smiles while talking about her. You lose. You officially lose.

You feel like a loser. Maybe he knew what you’re about to say so he has to tell you first.

“ Y/n? Are you listening to me?”

“ Yeah... I’m just thinking about what to wear tomorrow and I definitely not gonna waste like last time.”

“ Bet ya”.

That night you cried yourself to sleep. Why does he have to treat you like that? He makes you feel so special then just drop you like that.

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Sunday night

“ Hey hey, our hot girl is here. Y/s is here guys”. Johnny rushes to the door and gives you his big bear hug while announcing.

“ I’ve been waiting for you since the party started. You’re late pumpkin. I have something hot for you tonight you better get ready. See that fine man over there, the one with the dimples. He’s all yours tonight and maybe many nights after. That’s Jaehyun, the young and rich CEO of L.O.G Company. I showed him some of your pictures and pumpkin I have to tell you that man’s completely whipped”.

“ Oh John, you have to stop your blind date games, I’m an adult I know who is the best for me. And also I’m so busy right now with my brand and you know that.”

“ But look at his dimples”. Johnny makes a face that you know you cannot say no to him. Jaehyun is a fine man actually, he can also be a distraction to keep your mind away from Jeno. So why not give it a try?

“ Nice to meet you, I’m Jaehyun.” He flashes his dimples.

‘ Oh he’s flirting’ you think. “ Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n. Now tell me what did John babble about me to you hah? Well, let me guess. I bet I’m a workaholic perfectionist whom everyone is afraid to talk with right?”

“ Quite different from what I heard, I would say but I would love to know more about that”.

It’s weird. You’re interested in him. You totally forgot about Jeno for the past 2 hours when you “ got to know” more about Jaehyun. You succeed in keeping yourself sober tonight, but Jeno is on the other hand, totally wasted.

“Hey Y/n it’s late, Can I drive you home?” Jaehyun asks. “ Uhmm thank you for asking but Jeno is kinda drunk here and I can not just leave him you know.”

“ Oh just let him drive you home”. Johnny appears after cleaning the kitchen. “ He has Jane, you remember?”.

Yes. Now he has Jane. “ But…”.

“ Nah ah. no, but Y/n. Let this gentleman do his work, don’t you?”. John tries to convince you. “ Thank you so much Jaehyun. Please bring her home safely.”

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this is my own work. please do not copy or translate this story without my consent.

#jeong jaehyun #jeno lee #jaehyun smut #jeno smut #jaehyun hard hours #jeno hard hours #nct fiction #nct imagines #nct x reader #jaehyun x y/n #jeno x y/n #first post

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Kitchen Table Talks [9-1-1 | Gen | 1/1]

Title: Kitchen Table Talks Pairing: None; mentioned pre-relationship Buck/Eddie Characters: Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz, Tia Pepa Wordcount: ~1500

I re-watched 6x14 last night, so have a little post-ep that wouldn't leave me alone.

The lights are still on in Christopher’s room when he gets home. He pulls off his shoes, drops his keys in the bowl by the door, and pads into the kitchen, where Pepa is at the sink, sleeves rolled up, cardigan draped over the back of a chair, scrubbing at a pan. La Raza is playing on the little speaker on the counter, the same station that always played at her house when he was a kid. He remembers walking in on her and his tío dancing in the kitchen to it more than once. There’s a wistfulness to that thought now, for a lot of reasons.

“Tía Pepa,” he says, shrugging his jacket off. “Come on, you don’t have to do my dishes.”

“These are my dishes, I cooked,” she says, without turning. The admonishing fondness in her voice makes him smile as he drapes his jacket over her cardigan on the back of the chair. “Go say goodnight to your son, he’s waiting up.”

“Yeah, I see that,” Eddie says, and heads down the hall before she can swat at him with the dish towel like he’s ten years old again.

Christopher is propped up against a stack of pillows in a pool of light from his lamp, his nose buried in the Stephen Hawking book that he got out of the library after his latest scientific enthusiasm strained the limits of Buck’s Wikipedia-diving skills. He sets it down when Eddie raps on the door frame.

“Hey, Dad. How was your date?”

“It was, you know.” Eddie wobbles a hand ambivalently, because he knows it’ll make Chris laugh and because he can’t exactly do that with Pepa. She really will swat him with a dish towel, date clothes and all. “It was okay.”

Chris does laugh, bonking his head back against the pillow with that sunny, beautiful grin that he inherited from his mother. “No second date?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Okay.”

He’s still trying to get a read on how Chris feels about all that. The dating. Eddie dating. The possibility, someday, of Eddie getting serious about someone, which seems unlikely right now, but—it could happen. Someday. He never thought he’d miss the broken salad bowls and the stolen phones and the secret Uber rides, but Chris hasn’t been giving anything away, and that’s almost worse.

Or maybe he’s just using his son as an excuse again. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Okay. So maybe it’s time you put the book away, huh?”

“I’m not finished reading it,” Chris says, flapping the pages at him.

“You’re not gonna finish it tonight. Come on, it’s after ten.”

“Barely.”

“Yeah, and you have school in the morning, mijo, get to sleep.”

Chris heaves a sigh like he’s the most beleaguered kid in the world, but he takes the bookmark off his night stand and tucks it between the pages. Eddie slips into the room to turn off the light and press a kiss to the tousled crown of his head, and he doesn’t protest that as an affront against his preteen dignity either, so that’s something.

“Good night, Christopher.”

“Good night, Dad,” Chris says on another deep sigh, and flops over onto his side. Thus dismissed, Eddie stifles his laughter and retreats out into the warm light of the hallway.

The pan is in the drain and Pepa is at the table with half a glass of wine when he comes back into the kitchen. She raises her eyebrows at him, and Eddie fights not to hunch his shoulders like a kid sneaking in late. Or, in this case, early.

“You didn’t stay very late,” she observes.

“We had dinner,” Eddie protests, because he’s trying, okay. He put on a suit and he went out for dinner and drinks with the daughter of another one of Pepa’s friends—Isabella, 31, veterinary tech with freckles and a fondness for hiking and live theater—and he really did try to see if there was something there other than a nice meal and some pleasant conversation with a stranger he’s never going to see again.

There wasn’t. There never is.

“So what was wrong with this one?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says honestly, in the least exasperated tone he can manage. His tía loves him. She wants him to be happy. She’s making a lot of effort to set him up on dates he doesn’t really want to be on with people he doesn’t really want to be dating, because she wants him to be happy. It’s his own fault that he keeps agreeing to them when he knows they’re not going anywhere. “Nothing, Pepa, she was a really nice woman. They’ve all been really—nice women.”

He doesn’t really mean the last word to come out with an emphasis, but it does. He can hear it the moment it leaves his mouth, and he can see it land. Pepa narrows her eyes thoughtfully. An echo of that old fear rises up to choke him, but he swallows it down.

His tía loves him. She wants him to be happy.

She’s quiet for a long moment, looking at him. Then, in a cautious tone that is very unlike her, she says, “My friend Yolanda—I don’t know if I ever mentioned her—she has a nephew about your age. Very handsome. He works at one of those boat companies, you know, that do the whale watching tours—”

A helpless, breathless burst of laughter escapes Eddie. He collapses into a chair, braces his elbows on the table, and buries his face in his palms. After a moment, Pepa reaches over to pat his arm.

“Should I not have said that?”

“No, it’s—you’re not. You know. Wrong.” He lifts his head, finally, just enough to rub both his hands over his face.

“Is that why the dates haven’t been working out?”

“No. I mean, not exactly.” He lifts his head to meet her warm gaze. She pats his arm again, then slides her wine glass over.

“Here. I think you need this more than me.”

Eddie takes a deep breath, nods, and takes it. “Thanks.”

“So should I—”

“I don’t think it’ll be any different with your friend Yolanda’s nephew,” he blurts, because if he’s going to own up to it he might as well own up to all of it.

“His name is Matias.”

“Okay. With Matias. I don’t think it’ll be any different.”

“Edmundo.” She sounds exasperated now, which is easier to deal with than that careful tone. Eddie takes a swallow of wine and avoids her eyes. “How are you going to know if you don’t try?”

“I know, I know, I just…” he sighs. “There’s somebody.”

“Somebody, like, a boy somebody?”

“Really, Tía Pepa, a boy, you make me sound like I’m Christopher’s age, come on.” He’s laughing though now, full of relief that feels almost giddy. Later, maybe, he’ll stress about this again. Probably he will. But for now, despite Pepa’s loving meddling—or because of it—he’s glad he finally told her. Or at least cracked the closet door enough for her to figure it out on her own.

“Well, you’re acting like you’re Christopher’s age.” She leans back in her seat, folding her arms and arching an eyebrow at him. “So? Tell me about him.”

“He’s not—we’re not together.”

“Obviously, or you wouldn’t be letting me set you up with every woman your age in Los Angeles. Tell me anyway. I want to know who captured my nephew’s heart. Make sure he’s good enough for you.”

For a reckless instant, Eddie thinks about actually telling her. She knows Buck, and she’s kindly inclined toward him after all of Christopher’s glowing stories about zoo trips and school bake sales, plus that time when Buck came with Eddie to help out with a (non-fabricated) plumbing issue in the basement. She’d fuss some more about it—can’t you find a nice Mexican boy, Edmundo?—but not seriously. It might be nice to say it out loud for a change.

Still. There’s some absurd little part of himself tucked away behind his ribs that thinks maybe, just maybe, he’ll eventually work up the courage to tell Buck the truth about how he feels, and that if he ever does, Buck should be the first person he says it to. It’s a toss-up whether or not he’ll ever actually manage it, but Pepa knows now that he likes men and the world hasn’t ended, so anything’s possible.

“Not yet,” he says finally.

“Not yet?”

“I’m not ready yet.”

“Excuses. I told you. You’re never going to be ready.”

“I don’t know. I think—maybe. Maybe I will. Sometime soon. But not yet.”

Pepa purses her lips at that. For a moment, he thinks she’s going to argue some more, but finally she sighs, kisses her fingertips and presses them to his cheek, then cups it in her warm palm.

“Okay,” she says finally. “I won’t set you up on any more dates. For now.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. This boy, whoever he is—you should tell him. Or you should let him go.” She shakes him a little—gently, fondly, then releases him. “You can’t live your entire life for a dream, Eddie. You deserve something real.”

Trust his tía to never pull her punches. Eddie laughs, rueful, and lifts the wine glass to his lips again.

“I’ll think about it,” he says, and almost lets himself mean it.

#911 #911 fic #eddie diaz #my fic #buddie

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WARNING VOLTRON SPOILERS also blurb of thoughts n shit on it <3 basically a public voltron-centered diary entry at this point bc i have nobody to talk to irl so buckle up!!

just finished voltron and i’m fucking SOBBING. i finally started rewatching it a few days ago (kickstarted by a single keith post) when i had watched a few seasons before but not finished; from my scrambled memories of it as i rewatched, i think i originally stopped around season 7 somewhere?

anyway i had gotten to the beginning of s8 earlier tonight but when i got on our beloved hell site for the first time in like ages i went n followed a bunch of voltron tags and got a eensy weensy spoiler (lances markings he gets from allura) and was like GOTTA GO WATCH BC HOW DID THAT HAPPEN

so i binged all of s8 since like midnight and spent half of the last ep SOBBING. and i am NOT a crier. like. thinking they were gonna permanently lose their reality turned on all the fucking waterworks. allura’s sacrifice?? more sobbing. then crying from relief and also sad (allura) when they actually got their reality back. and then

AND THEN

ALTEA IS BACK?? BUT ITS THEIR REALITY??

and like lance is pretty much living there now and like the way he changed so much AND HIS MARKINGS 😭😭😭 like i love klance don’t get me wrong but oh my fucking god. what happened with him and allura. SOBBING. he literally cared for her more than anything and i can’t fucking imagine the shit he went through trying to accept and move forward once she was gone.

the REAL kicker was getting those pics of them all growing up and moving on with their lives. like i’ve fallen in love with all these characters over the last few days and those 8 seasons. i know yall get the end-of-series effect like this bc like come on we all do but we neverrr get a montage like that, at least not in any of the other shows that i know and love.

like wdym pidge is growing up?? and allura’s gone, leaving lance without her while he follows in her footsteps and lives on her planet? and shiro settled down and got a husband???

literally we got like ten minutes max (i don’t wanna go back and look and cry harder) of the rest of the storyline all smushed together and it’s so much and im sobbing anyway

i love this show sm i can’t wait to fully dive into the fandom <3

#voltron spoilers #literally fucking sobbing #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #princess allura #pidge gunderson #pidge holt #hunk voltron #takashi shirogane #shiro voltron

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oh boy IT'S tng update time. last night* we watched "imaginary friend" and "i, borg."

*tonight. it's 1am. whatever. it's posting tomorrow when i'll be awake but busy. anyway im gonna have to start splitting these up so tumblr will stop FUCKING me re my character count

imaginary friend:

what i like about this episode and indeed tng as a whole is that the little girl was fucking adorable. tng fans, your show has at least one point of validity. whenever there was a child on tos i wanted to throw them out of the airlock because they acted possessed. all the children on tng inspire within me motherly concern.

HOWEVER. THERE SHOULD NOT BE. CHILDREN ON A STARSHIP.

we've gone over this at length. we don't need to do it again. i am sick to death of hearing myself talk about it. i want to stop. and yet. every. and i mean EVERY. SINGLE. PROBLEM. in this episode. happened because there were children on a starship.

problem #1: child is making up a fake imaginary friend instead of making real ones = it's because her dad hops from starship to starship

problem #2 her imaginary friend is real now and wants to drown her in the pool like in that one episode of s*pernatural = this is because an alien, from space, read her mind, which it could not have done if she wasn't in space on a starship

problem #3: the alien HATES the grownups and thinks they should die = because she is seeing the ship from a child's pov, because there are children on this starship

and on and on and on.

aside from this huge and ongoing point of contention it was solidly watchable. i liked the little girl. i like guinan. i like worf being a big old softie when he found them out of bounds. i like people not undermining deanna's counseling work. i liked the horrifically unsettling imaginary friend with laser eyes who definitely absolutely inspired 2.11 playthings.

can anyone tell me if the other star trek shows just let them have kids on the ships? ds9 i get because that's a space station but are there kids on the ship in enterprise? voyager? discovery? genuinely please write in i can't take living like this

i, borg:

ooooooh. ooh i am twirling my hair and kicking my feet and giggling about it. OHHH finally we get a good tng episode. and not just a good episode a GREAT episode. the liz community has forgiven tng. oh baby where do i even begin

okay, firstly, beverly. she so instantly sees someone injured and HAS to help, i mean HAS to, it's so good. it's very bonescore in a way that doesn't feel like they're trying to make her a cheap bones knockoff but rather a spiritual successor. he would have also helped his enemy rather than watching him die. hell, he DID do that and got quite literally mind-raped for his trouble, and he'd probably do it again. i was really really lukewarm on poor bev at first but she's come into her own so well and i'm proud of her

the borg himself - third of five, aw, just like seven of nine - but no, hugh - the name is dumb but whatever i'm glad he has one - was well-cast. it would have been easy to make him uncanny and an unpleasant presence onscreen (this was my biggest issue with data's daughter even though the ep DID make me cry, deeply sorry to data whomst i love the most). his "you will be assimilated resistance is futile" song and dance was actually really funny when played off of geordi's wry indifference. "ok, but before we get assimilated, can we please finish x test?" so true king

geordi's a natural choice to pair with this guy because when he's not being the creepiest person on earth to holodeck girls he's sociable, outgoing, and patient. PLUS he has experience befriending machines because of data. hugh actually reminded me of data in some ways because of his general lack of understanding re: humanity but - and this is critical to me - HE IS HUMAN

like, i feel like the episode didn't quite nail the point home hard enough possibly because they were afraid of the implications but the cold hard truth of the matter is that each and every person on the borg cube IS A PERSON. they have been assimilated, but we've twice now seen that it's possible to unassimilate them with only a few days of effort. picard (and guinan!) consider the entire collective their enemy but the collective is comprised of brainwashed prisoners. those fucked up little borg babies they found in the cube were assimilated as INFANTS - i assume they weren't born on the cube bc if the borg could reproduce on its own it wouldn't need to assimilate - but even if they were born on the cube, they had no choice but to be this. you know.

which is whyyyy it's so fucked picard was like yeah give hugh some digital poison let him carry it back to his cube and we'll kill them like ants <3 like, oh my god his lingering borg trauma or whatever. MWAH. when he told deanna he didn't wanna talk. when he and guinan had to trauma-bond while fencing. when he told geordi that he needed to unattach himself because it was nothing more than animal experimentation. STONE FUCKING COLD BY THE WAY. he is fighting in the war on animal experimentation on the side of animal experimentation. he was going to let his cre heal and feed that kid and then send him back laced with poison. diabolical <3

and, of course, when he didn't want to speak or associate that borg kid at all because that's who he used to be AND WHO HE STILL IS in some corner of his brain (!!!)

LIKE. WHEN HE WAS FINALLY CONVINCED TO INTERROGATE THIS KID. and IMMEDIATELY broke out the locutus voice. he still remembered all the protocol! the way of speaking! everything! i was so shocked and thrilled.

i love also how everyone who spoke to hugh came away extremely unsettled but also totally convinced of his humanity. even guinan, which was so fun, because she was even more anti-borg than picard at first and they were bonding over trauma and fantasy racism. that bit where hugh, who had only known about the concept of loneliness for like an hour, immediately pegged her as lonely after like three lines of dialogue. oh my GOD???

i was decently satisfied with the ending - obviously they couldn't send him back with poison nor could they protect him from the borg, but i wish they had informed him of the inevitable memory wipe before he made his choice. (a selfless choice! he loves geordi!!) still i think he mostly walked into it with eyes open. very sad but very proud of him.

my one tiny nitpick with this episode is that for all beverly's genuine and justified concern about hugh, i don't think theyre ever gonna address the fact that she shot and possibly killed some of the borg in the episode where picard got assimilated. i feel like after realizing they are all people, like hugh, she should also realize she's broken the hippocratic oath, and have a little crisis about it. i have no idea why we had the DOCTOR shooting and killing anybody but let alone if we aren't gonna get into that. i don't think anyone cares/cared except me though.

but tbh, for me this is one of the main draws of the borg. they're ALL brainwashed cyber-assassins and they're ALL prisoners and in theory ALL of them could be saved if only they would stop attacking first. sure, yeah, in fights you gotta do what you gotta do because your own life has gotta come first, but the unique scifi horror aspect of all of those guys being perfectly innocent people fucks and they should utilize it a little more!!!

NEXT TIME: "the next phase" and "the inner light."

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb

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weeb-polls-with-pip · 6 months

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Gonna try to finish Eizouken tonight... I've got 3 eps left.

God I love Kanamori btw. She's my fav <3

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osirisiii-bc · 28 days

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Terzo, the unlikely vampire - I like you a little bit(e)

Thank you for liking these silly little episodes 🖤 as I am preparing to release a new Terzo x Reader long fic (a serious one) I think I’ll release another episode of this one before pausing it.

>> Ep. I: Tumblr, AO3

>> Ep II: Tumblr, AO3

>> Ep III: AO3 or down here 👇🏻

You find yourself preparing a midnight snack for tonight’s date. What you know about vampires is a bunch of stereotypes learned through books and movies and the few pieces of information the other Sisters gave you, but still, he looks and acts nothing like you would expect. You decide to follow your poor knowledge anyway and avoid garlic and strong spices, leaving the meat as it is, raw and unseasoned, in the bread. Then you add a bottle of red wine and a bag of cheesy crisps to your backpack. If he shares the characteristics of bats, he should like cheese, you think; after all, they are rodents.

Then you hear a timid knock at the door.

Opening the door - surprised by the fact that he finally stopped showing up at the window - you find Terzo resting against the door frame with his elbow and a small bouquet of flowers, a bit crushed and wilted, in his hand.

"Um, hello," he greets, a hint of cockiness in his tone. "I, uh, brought you these," he explains, handing them to you. "I thought you might like them.”

You accept the flowers with a grateful smile, and he seems to relax slightly when you thank him.

"I'm glad you like them,” he adds, “I stole them from the cemetery for you.”

You try not to make a face as you admire the bouquet, now a little perplexed. “Well, thank you for thinking of me… at the cemetery."

He puffs his chest proudly, then finally asks you where you want to go. You decide on an uphill path that offers a clear view of the moon and the Abbey from the top.

As you walk down the almost empty hallways of the Abbey, you spot your friend sitting by the window, next to Dracopia, who has his back turned to you. You point it out to Terzo, who responds with "Ah yes, Copia...I don't like him very much. He’s a little weird, don’t you think?" and you can’t help but smile tenderly and agree.

Leading the way with lanterns in hand to light the path, you try to converse during the trek, occasionally turning to him. You walk a few steps ahead, unaware that he's struggling to keep pace and catch his breath. Each time you glance at him, he straightens himself up, manfully puffing out his chest and slicking back his hair to disguise his efforts.

Once settled on a nice spot, you take out the sandwiches. He eats his in a couple of bites, devouring it before you can even finish the first half of yours.

“Uhm, good…” he mumbles with his mouth still full, “What else?”

“What else what?”

“Is there anything else to eat?”

“Are you still hungry…?” you frown, sorry for having underestimated his hunger, “There was only that, I’m sorry.” You look at your sandwich, still half eaten, “You can have mine if you want. I’m not sure you would like it.” But he declines politely, even when you offer him the crisps, despite asking for them a little later.

You chat about the moon and how beautiful it is, curved and empty like a ring cut in half. As you talk, he can’t seem to take his eyes off you, filled with an intensity you can't quite decipher.

“Can I… bite you?” he asks at some point.

“Bite me…?” you ask back, hesitantly, “Is it… gonna hurt?”

“Not really. I promise I’ll be careful.”

“Uhm, are you gonna turn me into a vampire?”

“No… unless you want to.”

“Well… ok. Just don’t turn me into a vampire then.”

He nods, getting a bit closer. “Can you…?” he politely asks, gesturing to his own neck.

You take a few seconds to realize that he wants you to free your neck from your hair, and with a little “Oh, yes.” You obediently move them out of the way, and spontaneously offer him your throat. You shiver lightly when his hand reaches to the side of your face, directing you to the right angle, gently moving your chin with his thumb. It feels intimate, slightly erotic, and you can’t deny the anticipation twisting your stomach; his hands, covered by clawed gloves, don't feel cold at all.

You tremble at the tickle of his lips on your skin, worried that his bite will be painful, and it is a bit, but it is also surprisingly pleasant, in a way you can’t quite explain. His canine teeth are slightly longer and pointy, nothing too obvious but something you can notice when he speaks or laughs, which is rare anyway. A little “Oh shit…” escapes your mouth when he pierces the tense meat; it lasts just a moment, enough for the blood to spill out, and then you can feel his lips move on your skin as he muffles a “What?” on your neck.

“That’s ok, it’s nice…” you reassure him softly, unable to suppress a small moan when his tongue makes a delicious pirouette on your skin, savoring the little purple drops. Your grip on his arm tightens, as a timid signal that you are enjoying having your blood sucked from the small holes on your flesh, for some reason. You wonder if they are going to leave a scar on you, but as he suddenly intensifies his grip, you’re carried away from that thought, and a new one fills your mind. The hand that was on your neck crawls swiftly around your nape, digging his fingers through your hair, gripping them by the base. The other hand slides around your waist, up on your torso, until you feel his open palm resting dangerously close to the side of your breast.

He pulls you even closer, pressing you against his body, and you try to keep your balance by gripping his arm, tugging his button-down shirt, trying to maintain your balance; instead, you almost end up sitting on his lap.

When he draws back, you find yourselves locked in an extraordinarily tight embrace.

“See? No bloodbath.” He whispers. His lips almost brush on your jaw, “I didn’t go too deep.”

His voice is a pool of darkness and tenderness, and you realize how different he is when he moves in a space familiar to him. You are in his world now, in his darkness and in his arms, under a faint moonlight that is a bright day to him.

“Wow…” you manage to whisper, a bit dizzy. “That was cool.”

“Your iron is slightly low.”

You tilt your head, interrogative, but the realization hits fast. “My…? Oh.”

“And you’ll be on your period in twelve days. That’s good news.” he adds, nuzzling under your ear.

"Ok, stop there." you halt him, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “…I may need a patch.” You add shortly after, feeling a drop crawling on your skin. He hands you a napkin, dabbing carefully at the wound and assuring you that with five minutes of pressure, it will stop bleeding. He shows you how to press more efficiently, placing his hand on yours. His lips naturally draw back to your skin, not daring touching it again, and as your eyes meet, you see a sparkle of desire in his gaze.

"Can we do it in the human way now…?” you ask, suddenly shy, after the wound is tended to, “Can we kiss…?”

Without further words, your lips meet in a tentative kiss. His hand crawls back to your face, reaching your nape again and drawing you closer. You feel yourself drawn deeper into his embrace, surrendering to its enveloping hold. You can taste the iron tone of your own blood on your tongue when it meets his, and his mouth feels soft as it finds the perfect connection. His lips, cool against yours, part softly, invitingly, and you can’t help but fall for it, craving the dance your tongues make on their own, feeling a surge of electricity coursing through your veins and spreading throughout your whole body.

He caresses your cheek with a softness that surprises you, and you never fear his claws moving on your skin.

When you finally pull away, you can’t tell how much time has passed. You just rest your head on his shoulder, with an ease that is slowly becoming a familiar habit.

You sit together under the moonlight in silence, and you no longer need his cloak around you, as you have just discovered how warm the embrace of the night can be.

#ghost band #papa emeritus lll #the band ghost fanfiction #terzo x reader #vampire terzo #dracopia #vampire #ghost band fanfic

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BIG tuesday

i skipped last tuesday because i was working on a take-home exam and simply did not have the time nor the inclination, so: beefy tuesdaypost today!

listening: my brother recommended 'dead magic' by anna von hausswolff and boy what an album. gothic, punchy, very vibey. the kind of album you let wash over you like an ocean wave.

pulled 'mostly kosher' from my to-listen list. fun, funky, very jewish, good vibes. ikh hob dikh tsufil lib

i've continued to mainline borodin symphonies 1 & 2. idk they're just hitting right.

and the new pieces for the orchestra i'm in - very french this time round: debussy's fêtes: kinda spooky and ominous and also fluid in a fun way! lots of buildup that seems to resolve into nothingness. horn parts for this are pretty good, not too difficult but are definitely Heard. chabrier's españa: really bumpin horn parts. fun bouncy motifs. what's not to like.

pocasting-wise, i'm up to partizan 38. 10 episodes left!!! the home stretch!!!!! it's so good but things are definitely amping up in the end-of-fatt-season way.

i've also listened to my friend b's gotham tv show podcast 'jim gordon must die'. very good and funny. i laughed out loud at some of the episode 3 descriptions.

reading: i was stuck in Bad Airport Times this past saturday (flight delayed 3 hours, then sat for an hour on the tarmac, arrived at 10pm when i was originally supposed to arrive at like 630) so i blasted through all ~150k words of 'freefall' by Kunoichi21 and xoTsundoku. bog-standard mafia au, but with a fun little circus arts twist; fun background fengqing; i do not like that they made beefleaf wholesome. give me my toxic beefleaf god damn it. but otherwise it was a fun read, sappy romcom-style. the fic itself isn't quite done but it's in endgame. the author notes have peak fanfic culture energy of "hey guys! sorry i didn't update, i started nursing school and my dad died" bro .... ;___; goddamn. please take care of urselves

watching: we are almost done with kill la kill! last two eps!!! so tonight we're doing that and also watching last week's dunmeshi together.

friend and i finished comrade detective. incredible. no notes. so funny. we started 'endeavour' which is a detective morse prequel thing and goddd the british-isms, and also started serial experiments lain. i don't know what i was expecting but god it was not this. i literally thought this was a cute fun hacker mystery show in the energy of cowboy bebop. it is Not That. not even close. it's good though i'm enjoying it. currently staggering through life going uhhhhh like lain does in the first few eps.

playing: fallow. i am re-installing disco elysium on my computer though. ive been wondering if i should try to keep going on the save file from last year or if i should just start over because i barely got in there at all.

making: many things. pottery!! some good some not as good.

so this design came out SO nice but the underglaze is so gd streaky! i hate it !!! i don't think it's really fixable either, i tried the hairspray trick to put new solid glaze over top the inside so at least that would look less like shit but i could not get it to work. maybe sanding it down? idk. it's ugly. it was supposed to be a bright teal but the woman who runs the studio mixed the batch up wrong so it's like. a really drab gray and not in a fun or intentional way. idk.

some new bisque:

teacups came out! still mismatched but cute nonetheless! gonna do them in a sort of celadon-type color with white flowers to match the teapot that my SO has :)

i don't feel like adding more photos for these lol they're very boring. the pot for my mom came out fine i think. gonna go in with normal white glaze over top to paint in some trees or other botanical designs. i sponged the underglaze on so hopefully the final result won't be streaky. sponged red on my seder plate to hopefully accomplish the same thing. mugs came through the bisque with no issues but i didn't do anything fun with underglaze on one of them so no new pics of that, but the other i did this tree thing again:

i KNOW it'll be streaky as hell. i just know. so i'm considering how i want to do it. perhaps putting some slightly transparent green over the top of it all to meld it together? unsure.

some new stuff: made a citrus juicer, this was attempt number 2 and just barely got it to work, attempt 1 was a total disaster. also made another mug type object, hopefully it'll still be wet enough this weekend to slap a handle on.

two mugs with red clay, i really loved the lascaux mugs that jessica bartram put up for sale last year but i didnt snag one in time so i was like. fuck it. i will make my own. gonna let them dry to leather hard before going in with black underglaze.

i've been trying to draw again but. idk. i just feel very uninspired. i start drawing and it's like :| :| :|

eating: i was on my own food-wise for much of the last week because my roommate was babysitting for the rabbi, so i did not eat nearly as extravagantly as i normally do, LOL. i made a lo mein recipe that was kinda just a stir fry. this could have been my fault because i added a bunch of extra shit like bok choy and mushrooms. i also didn't use the correct type of noodle, and i didnt have oyster sauce so i used worcestershire, etc. many substitutions so it's probably not fair for me to say it was Just Fine. will have to try again at some later date actually following the recipe. herb and radish salad with feta and walnuts: delicious. 10/10. i tossed in some extra arugula and that was also good. and i made the tofu brussel sprouts tahini/hoisin sauce thing again because it's easy and tasty.

misc: visiting my grandma right now ...... entrenched in the ennui .............. spring break ........................

#tuesdayposting #Spotify

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Title: Lust Galore (Seongjoong x Reader)

Word count: 5585

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader, Seonghwa x Reader

Summary: you’re a rapper and childhood bestie of Hongjoong. He comes to the states to help you with your mixtape.

Warnings: Smut, cum eating, she/her pronouns, unprotected sex, anal (f receiving), threesome, oral (everyone receiving), strip club visit, asshole Hongjoong.

Thanks in advance for reading my smut.

A/N: feel free to comment and reblog 🥰

“You need to change your verse," Hongjoong's gravelly voice echoes against the many photos plastered all over the wall.

Your eyes dart over to him, and you clench your jaw. You tap your foot against the rough carpet. You are trying to choose your words carefully.

"How the fuck you gonna tell me what to do on my song?" A pit of heat rises preciously like lava within you.

"Y/N, I know what I'm talking about. This isn't good."

"You are a feature on my mixtape, not the other way around," you hiss.

You take a small sip of lemon water to cool yourself down. The last thing you want is to fight with your best friend.

"Listen, I've been doing this shit for a while."

"So, have I. I'm a producer and rapper, too," you remind him of the obvious.

You take so much pride in your work, and you don't have time to play around. This is a business to you.

"Yeah, but you aren't as famous as me."

The first shade he threw didn't burn the way this does. You feel the heat pulse throughout your body. You want to grab him by his blonde and black ponytail.

"Joong, shut up. Since you left to be a fake ass idol, you swear you're better than me."

"If you are better than me. Put it into the music. Eat me up on the track then," Hongjoong voice is loud and full of arrogance. He scoots his chair closer to you and invades your personal space.

"I am eating you up."

"Not even close."

Hongjoong is inches away from your face. You know his tactics and methods are to inspiring you, but tonight the banter isn't working.

You want to wipe that smug look right off his face. There's so much you want to say, but you bite your tongue.

You can't talk much shit when the song isn't even finished. You still have five more songs to go for your EP, and you only have six more days with him.

"Listen, how much longer are we are going to be here. I got someone waiting for me." Hongjoong pulls his phone out and scrolls through it.

"What whore have you tricked into sleeping with you?" You sneer with an arrogant laugh.

"As you know, I don't have to trick anyone. Remember," Hongjoong says.

Hongjoong's words cause you to halt in your place.

"Ahh, you're so quiet," Hongjoong stands up from his chair. He is relieving you of the tension of being so close to him.

You hear his feet grind across the carpet. You listen to him plop down on the couch behind you.

"I remember you riding me and coming all over my dick.. right here, wasn't it?" Hongjoong's tone darkens, and you see the visual of what he's describing flash into your head.

You turn around in your chair, and you stare at him. You can't protest it because it's the truth. You did ride him in your recording studio and come all over his dick.

Which led to you making the best music you ever created.

But, you don't want to discuss it right now.

"Hongjoong.. stop. It's not happening again."

"Says who?"

"Me."

"Y/N," Hongjoong leans back against the couch and spreads his arms along the back of it.

The way he positions himself and stretches his legs for you. It's like an open invitation.

"Let's be real here. You know you don't want me to leave and go fuck another person. Right?"

"I don't care." Your words are quicker than your thoughts. Do you not care?

"You're so adorable when you lie. Tell me the truth."

"I don't know.." you huff.

Why have you become putty in this man's hand?

He's such an asshole, but you are so attracted to how he can satisfy you in ways no one else can.

"Exactly. Now, come sit on it," Hongjoong calls out to you. But you hesitate. Do you want to open that door again?

It's too addictive, and you know once you start, you won't be able to stop.

"Let's just get back to work," you spin back around in your chair and play the music. You don't want to fall into his traps.

The last time Hongjoong helped you with your mixtape, it did crazy numbers on Spotify, and no one even knew he helped you.

He wanted you to get all the praise, and he didn't want anyone to think you were using him for clout.

But, tonight, he wants you to use him for motivation. Take your frustration out on him and ride out multiple orgasms to balance that sacral chakra.

He can't help but notice how distracted you've been in the lab with him.

Your flow isn't the same. Your bars aren't up to par, and you aren't giving it your best. This isn't the bomb-ass rapper he knows.

You are a lyric goddess to him. You two had a rap duo before he decided to move back to Korea to pursue his idol training.

He knows it broke your heart to see him leave, but he knew he had to chase his dream.

He's always trying his best to find ways to make it up for abandoning you.

You two had got offered a deal together.

But, KQ entertainment saw something in him.

There wasn't any way you could have come because your parents wouldn't let you and you don't speak Korean.

So, what would you have done?

Hongjoong used his first big check to get you a house with a built-in studio to make sure you have the opportunity to shine as bright as him.

"Okay, Y/N. Let's get it," Hongjoong replies, but the truth is he doesn't have anyone waiting for him. He knows you like competition.

You are more vicious with your lyrics when you feel like you have something to prove.

So, tonight he's pulling everything he has to bait you into releasing that lyrical goddess that lives inside you.

"Thank you, friend," You listen to the track over.

Hongjoong pauses the music. "Right here. This isn't it. Change this part."

"Hongjoong, I know what I'm doing. It's fine."

"Y/N, who are you texting? Whoever it is isn't worth your success," Hongjoong says.

He notices your pull towards your phone, trying his best to ignore it all night.

He wants the absolute best for you, and sometimes the guilt eats him up inside.

Hongjoong is successful enough to help and support your career. But, is that enough?

He plans to position you even higher by doing a feature with you.

"Hongjoong, don't worry about who I'm fuckin'. I'm not worried about the many people on your hit list."

"I know you aren't fucking anyone. You're too uptight. We need to get out of the house. Let's hit the strip club. You need to have some fun."

"Okay."

"I'm going to see if Seonghwa wants to come. Is that cool?"

"Sure," you roll your eyes.

***

Hongjoong’s celebrity access allows you to enter the club through a back entrance.

Thankfully, he wanted to go to a club with a privacy policy and not the ratchet ones you typically go to. He's a bit more protective of his image now.

You sit in the middle of Seonghwa and Hongjoong with a wad of cash. Maybe Hongjoong is right? You need to relax.

The strobe lights are reflecting off the dancer's melanin. You are amazed by the tricks of the strippers climbing to the top of the pole.

It's mesmerizing how talented these women are.

"How did the session go?" Seonghwa leans over and tucks his dark hair behind his ear. His hair has grown a lot since the last time you saw him.

"Terrible. Hongjoong bullied me the whole time," you say, and you sip your water.

"It couldn't have been that bad. Was it?" Seonghwa questions.

"It was. He was talking about he's better than me. He wasn't even into rap until I taught him. I swear he has Amnesia," you roll your eyes.

A woman is dancing on the pole in front of you, and you toss a few dollars at her. You watch Hongjoong get closer and throw more money.

"He loves you. He was just trying to bait you into it. He told me how the last mixtape went."

"He told you what?"

"That you two fucked."

“No, he didn't.”

“Yes, he did.”

"Hwa, it was only for like a week until I found out he was dating someone."

"You sure you don't want him?"

"Eww, no. Hongjoong is an asshole. Creative as fuck, and he's done a lot for me. But, no."

"He kept talking about how good you taste," Seonghwa switches gears which throws you a loop. You look over at Hongjoong, who is distracted by a fat ass in his face.

"Oh really?"

"I want to see if it's true."

"Oh, I do. But, Hongjoong is on me like a hawk. I'm not sure we will be able to slip away from him."

"Oh, we can."

"Yeah. Plus, he caught me texting you. But, he doesn't know it's you."

"I'm not worried. Let's make it happen, though."

"Meet me in the backseat in five minutes."

"Oh, I like that. See you soon."

You stand up from your seat and head to the exit of the strip club. You toss money to all the dancers as you walk by because you have to support the talent.

You smile to yourself and walk seductively through the crowd. You are ready to get a taste of Seonghwa finally.

You're so glad he convinced Hongjoong to let him come.

You hit the unlock button for the SUV with tinted windows that Hongjoong rented for his states trip.

You hop into the backseat. You hike your dress up and step out of your underwear. You want to be ready for whatever because you know you won't have much time before Hongjoong catches on.

You see Seonghwa approach the back passenger side, and you open the door for him. You move towards the back to the third row of the SUV.

"Hongjoong went to the Champagne Room. So, we have plenty of time," Seonghwa informs you. He climbs to the back seat and leans forward to kiss you.

The kiss is inviting, and you melt on cue when you finally feel his soft lips press against yours. The sparks you feel when your lips connect with his.

Seonghwa sucks on your bottom lip and then slides his tongue in your mouth. You embrace him and deepen the kiss.

His hand is holding onto the back of the seat. "I've been waiting so long to do this."

What started as you texting him looking for Hongjoong then to funny meme wars. Now, it turned into flirty texts and progressed to steamy sexting.

It's been your little secret for the last couple of weeks.

"Me too," you nod.

His left-hand cups your heat, and you grind into his hand. You feel his lips widen into a smile at his sudden realization that you don't have any underwear on.

"How are you so wet for me?" Seonghwa moves his kisses down to the right side of your neck.

You mewl and hold onto the seat. "You make this way.

"Let me taste how wet you are," Seonghwa moves down between your thighs. He pushes your legs wide and holds them on his shoulder.

"Devour me, Hwa," you cry out. It's been so long since you have had any action. You were able to manifest alone time with Seonghwa is impressive.

Seonghwa's tongue glides along your slit, and you arch your back. He directs his attention to your clit. Your ring-clad fingers run through his jet-black hair.

Seonghwa flicks his tongue lovingly against your center, and you can't hold back the juicy moans that slip from your mouth.

"Fuck Seonghwa," You whimper for him. You want to watch him and the seductive glare in his eyes. But, instead, you close your eyes.

"Mmm.. you're leaking all over the seat for me. I should make Hongjoong sit in your juices," Seonghwa taunts you.

"Mmm.."

"Why are you so naughty? Fucking your best friend's bandmate behind his back."

"Fuck."

"Say it.. say how naughty are you."

"I'm so naughty..for you."

"Mmhm," Seonghwa moans against your heat and shoves his tongue deep inside you. You rock your body against his tongue.

"Shit," you curse. You squeeze your breasts, and Seonghwa holds your lower half and lays you horizontal against the back seat. All while his tongue is deep inside of you.

You've never had anyone this strong before. He pushes your legs further back, and you feel him drill his tongue deeper inside of you. He holds your legs back with his left and strokes your clit with his right hand.

"You are so fucking hot," Seonghwa groans into you.

Your legs tremble, and you already feel that familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm.

"I'm gonna come," you whine out.

You are giving Seonghwa the affirmation he needs. His mouth nibbles on your clit, and you lose it.

You come undone, and you come hard. Seonghwa slurps your cum out of your pussy until you stop. You feel yourself about to go again, and you release again.

Seonghwa is there to literally drink your cum. He comes up for air, and his beautiful face glistens with your juices.

You pull him in for a kiss because you've never had anyone perform cunnilingus like that. His head was earth-shattering.

"Fuck, that was amazing."

You hear your phone buzz on the second seat. You reach over to grab it, and you look over your shoulder to see Seonghwa cleaning his face with your panties.

"Y/N, where the fuck at?"

"I went out for a smoke break," You lie, and you're still hanging over the seat. You feel Seonghwa's tongue in your pussy from the back. This man is insatiable. You like it, though.

"Y/N, Gross. What did I tell you about smoking?"

"It's just a vape," You try to grab Seonghwa to make him stop, but you can feel your pussy clenching against his tongue.

"No, it's not."

"Fine.." You nearly moan out. You cover your mouth to muffle your sounds, the pleasure Hwa is giving you right now.

"Such a bad girl," Seonghwa keeps going and sticks a finger inside you. He wants you to come on his fingers since you've already come on his tongue.

"What? Are you finished vaping? Why do you insist on being bad?"

"Joong, you're not my father. I'm older than you, remember?"

Seonghwa is a menace. He now has two fingers inside of you.

"Come for me," Seonghwa whispers behind you.

"Meet me at the car," Hongjoong hangs up the phone. You toss your phone and fuck yourself on his fingers.

"Joong is.. on the way," You moan.

"Come on my fingers first. I love watching you come undone like this. So sexy."

"Mmm.." your body feels that familiar sensation, and you release again on his fingers. You can only imagine how good the dick is.

"I guess his dance wasn't that great, huh?" Seonghwa laughs obnoxiously.

"I guess not," You move off of his fingers. You turn around to see him sucking your cum off his fingers.

“You’re so bad, and I love it,” you kiss him.

You climb out of the car and give yourself a breather. Will Hongjoong suspect anything?

You pull out your vape and take two puffs. You don't smoke anymore, but you want to make it seem believable that you left to smoke.

You groan at the taste you once loved and toss your vape into your purse. You see, Seonghwa moved up to the passenger seat. You walk around the car and lean against the driver's seat.

"Ahh, you missed this. This woman had the fattest ass, oh my god. I gave her so much money. I needed that."

"Mmm. I go all the time; it's the same for me."

"This was supposed to inspire you."

"I'm inspired," you smile.

Hongjoong gets into the driver seat, and you hop in the back.

"Seonghwa, where did you run off to?"

"This girl I met tonight, we chatted for a bit," Seonghwa says.

"Oh, did she suck you off?" Hongjoong asks.

"No, but I'm sure she will," Seonghwa's voice is laced with so much seduction.

"Sounds good. I need to get laid. Shit has been stressful already," Hongjoong teases.

"You have a whole hoe list. Pull a name out of a hat and call them," you taunt Hongjoong.

"I know, but the one I want is playing hard to get," Hongjoong says.

Your skin heats up. You know he's talking about you, but you already have plans to ride Seonghwa. You aren't sure how you will get Hongjoong out of the picture, but you will.

"I guess you gotta show her why you deserve her," Seonghwa says.

"She knows it. But, it's okay. I will play her little games. I'm here for six more days," Hongjoong says.

Your phone buzzes, and you grab it off the floor.

Seonghwa: He wants you.

Y/N: I know, but I told you I'm not interested.

Seonghwa: I can still taste you on my lips. I want more of you

Y/N: I'm still wet. We just gotta get rid of Joong. Maybe, you can set him up with someone.

"Remember that one girl we fucked together?" Seonghwa says.

Your ears perk up. When did they tag team someone, and how come you didn't know about her?

"Nesha, what about her?" Hongjoong asks.

"She's been hitting me up. Maybe you should swing by tonight."

"Nah, she only likes the 2 for 1 special. I can't go without you. Do you want to go?" Hongjoong asks.

"Nah, I'm sleepy. I'm gonna crash when we get home."

"Really? You're not going to fuck anyone. What about the girl you just met?"

"I gotta feel her out. Make sure she's not some crazy super fan."

"True true. Don't forget to make her sign the NDA."

"She already did."

"Wait, I'm still stuck on the fact y'all fucked someone together? Why didn't yall tell me?" you interrupt.

"It's just something we like to do. It's no biggie," Hongjoong says.

"I mean, have you ever had two guys at once?" Seonghwa asks.

"No, never had the opportunity.."

"Hmm, you should try it. I think you'd like it,” Seonghwa suggests.

***

After your shower, you lie on your bed. Your mind is swirling over the fact that Seonghwa and Hongjoong do threesomes on the regular.

Plus, Seonghwa is only supposed to be your weeklong fling. Nothing serious so that you can't get your feelings involved.

Your door opens, and your eyes look over Seonghwa entering your room.

"Hwa, get out," you whisper. But, you hear the door click, and he comes over to you.

"I can't stay away from you," Seonghwa gets on top of you.

"I know. Tell me about it.”

Hongjoong comes to your bedroom door and presses his ear to the door, and he looks around to try to focus on you whispering.

"Seonghwa, I want you so bad. But, we can't do this to Hongjoong."

"We've already started from earlier. It's not like he's your boyfriend."

"I know he's not. He's a whore, but I love my best friend, and if he caught us right now. He'd be upset."

Hongjoong's heart races. His mind tries to piece together how you two would even have time to spend together.

He pulls a bobbypin from his hair and slowly inserts it into the keyhole. He carefully flickers around and unlocks your bedroom door.

He slowly opens the door and sees Seonghwa on top of you with your legs wrapped around his torso.

"Is this why you wouldn't fuck me?" Hongjoong leans against the door frame.

"Joong, relax," Seonghwa's tone is cool, and he's not moved from the spot where Hongjoong caught him. You, on the other hand, are trying to get up from him.

"How long have you two been messing around?"

"It's not that deep," You correct him.

"I should have realized you two were acting weird when I got in the car," Hongjoong comes over to you and sits on the side of your bed.

"Why are y'all sneaking around?" Hongjoong asks.

"I know how protective you are over Y/N," Seonghwa says.

"Not exactly protective since he stays playing games with me."

"You ate her pussy in the car, didn't you?" Hongjoong ask.

"Yeah, she's so damn tasty," Seonghwa spreads your legs and sticks his finger inside you. Somehow in this awkward situation, you're wet again for him.

Seonghwa sticks his finger in Hongjoong's mouth, and he sucks off your juices.

"Mmm... I know she is. I've missed her taste on my tongue. Did she come hard for you?" Hongjoong asks.

"Yes, all over my tongue and fingers. She gets really wet. My dick is hard just thinking about it," Seonghwa says.

"Do you want to take both of us?" Hongjoong asks you.

Your heart drops.

You know Seonghwa had you dripping all over the backseat, and you already know Hongjoong will make you come just as hard.

"Yes," you nod.

"Are you sure? We don't take this lightly. Only if you feel comfortable," Seonghwa says.

"Why not? You only live once, right?" you chuckle.

"You don't have to do this. Only if you want to," Hongjoong looks at you.

"I want it."

"Atta girl," Seonghwa kisses you and pulls the towel back from your skin.

You feel his tongue slip inside of your mouth. Seonghwa pulls back and pushes your legs back. You watch Hongjoong walk around your bed and slide next to Seonghwa on the bed.

"No, get right here," Seonghwa points to the right side of you. You are slightly shocked and turned on to see Seonghwa being the bossy one.

Hongjoong moves to the spot where he's been instructed and hovers over your lower half.

He flicks his tongue against your clit. Once you feel Seonghwa's tongue inside your dripping cunt you grab the sheets.

Your pussy clenches around Seonghwa, and your eyes close. An illicit moan slips from between your full lips.

"I think she likes it," Seonghwa's eyes are on you, but you are too into the moment to even notice who is looking at you.

"Mmm.. she's whimpering like a little whore," Hongjoong latches on gently to your pearl and gives it slow and patient nibbles.

It's not too hard or too soft, but absolutely perfect.

"Kinda like earlier when I was eating her from the back. She's just perfect.. moaning and whining like this. Just wait until we are both inside of her," Seonghwa is giving you insight into your future.

"This feels too good," You moan out.

Your nails are deeper into the sheets, and your legs are spread wide open in front of Seonghwa, with Hongjoong working overtime on your clit. The sensations of having them both at the same time are too much. But, also too good at the same time.

"Let's switch. I want to taste her again," Hongjoong says.

The two men move so swiftly that they hardly miss a beat. Hongjoong lovingly strokes your clit while they swap, so you're not missing too much during the transition.

Hongjoong shoves his tongue deep inside of you and hums your favorite song. The vibrations of Desire make your legs tremble. You feel Seonghwa touch your right nipple and give it a bit of a squeeze. Every single touch is so intentional, and it feels so good.

Seonghwa is flicking his tongue against your love button at a fast pace. You can tell it's a bit rougher than Hongjoong, but it feels good to have the contrast.

Hongjoong is planting soft and steady kisses on your center and teasing you. Each time his lips press against you, your body jolts off the bed.

"Mmm.. someone's about to come," Hongjoong groans against your hot heat. He knows your body a bit too well, and he knows little things that tip you quickly over the edge.

"Yes, I'm goin-" Your words left your mouth, and you can feel your body coming easily undone. That familiar high is approaching your body, and you can feel that warm sensation growing hotter between your thighs.

Hongjoong pushes your legs back and licks your clit along with Seonghwa as much as it's a competition whose tongue will make you come faster.

The duality of both tongues against your clit is more than enough to push you over.

"Fuck!" you cry out, and you open your eyes to see the visual of Hongjoong with that damn smirk on his face waiting for you to squirt on him.

You come harder than you did earlier, and Hongjoong opens his mouth wide.

You squirt into his mouth, and he takes it like a fucking champion. The visuals alone are so damn hot. You are out of breath, and you feel your juices still leaking out. You get on your knees even though your legs are a bit shaky.

You crawl over to Hongjoong, and you lick your juices off his face.

You grab him by his hair and kiss him deeply. You can't believe he knew that you would squirt like that. It doesn't happen every time for you, but it does when your body is on another level.

You're lost in a kiss, but you feel Seonghwa’s head move in between your legs as you're propped up kissing Hongjoong.

Seonghwa is licking at your snatch and trying to savor the last drops of your essence. This man is greedy as fuck for your juices.

You work your pussy against his face and ride it while your tongue is deep inside Hongjoong's mouth.

You're moaning at a higher level now, and you aren't particularly concerned about who can hear you. You are lost in the moment of being with your two lovers.

"Come for me, baby," Seonghwa says as you grind your leaking cunt against his face. Seonghwa holds onto your ass, and your body reacts again. You come even harder for Seonghwa. He drinks all of your nectar.

Seonghwa lifts you and places you gently back against the bed. He's pulling away at his clothes to toss them to the side.

"I want to be inside you right now. May I?" Seonghwa asks you.

"Yes, you may," You reply. You love his cute manners, but you are in shock that this man is just something else that you didn't expect.

Hongjoong stands on your left side and slips out his pant and boxers. You watch him stroking his already hard dick.

"Damn, this is too hot, Bae," Hongjoong says, and calls you his favorite pet name.

"Your best friend's pussy tastes amazing. I swear I'm addicted," Seonghwa says.

"I know, why you think I'm always talking about it," Hongjoong says.

Before this interaction, that would have bothered you. But, you needed the free promotion because Seonghwa is definitely living up to all the shit he was talking via text message.

"Not y'all talking about my pussy," You cover your face.

"It's a good thing, baby. Now, looking at you becoming our favorite, right, Joong?" Seonghwa looks over at Hongjoong, and he winks.

"Of course," Hongjoong replies.

"Ready, kitten?" Seonghwa asks, and you nod.

"Yes," you quickly reply. You could almost purr at the way he's making you melt just by the way he's talking to you.

Seonghwa pulls your body close to his nude physique.

"Hongjoong, how should I fuck your bestie? What does she like?" Seonghwa asks.

"Doggy and pull her hair, too," Hongjoong suggests.

Seonghwa turns on you over, and you arch your back so you can easily take his dick from the back.

"You into anal?" Seonghwa asks.

"Sometimes," you reply.

"Mmm.. okay," Seonghwa shoves his dick slowly into your sopping wet pussy.

You feel him stretch you a bit. "Your best friend is so tight..but here I am stretching her out. Fuck she's so damn nice, Hongjoong," Seonghwa taunts Hongjoong.

You look over at Hongjoong, who is now stroking his dick, watching you take Seonghwa's big juicy dick.

Seonghwa rides your body nice and slow to a melodic rhythm. He has you already gripping the sheet. You call over to Hongjoong.

"Let me suck it, please," You cry out. Hongjoong positions himself in front of you and kneels so that his length is at a perfect angle for you to suck it while you take Seonghwa from the back.

"Say less," Hongjoong says and slides into your mouth.

"I'm kinda glad you caught us," Seonghwa is drilling into you from behind.

"Why is that?" Hongjoong looks down at you and watches you sucking on his dick.

"We can both make her come simultaneously," Seonghwa chuckles.

Your mouth is full of Hongjoong, and you are swirling your tongue around the head while sucking him up fast.

"Y/N, I never realize how fat your ass is until now," Seonghwa slaps your ass and pounds into you harder.

You reach to stroke your clit, but Seonghwa grabs your hand.

"Oh, no. I got you, baby," Seonghwa reaches around you and strokes your clit for you. He wants you to enjoy the ride. He's going to make you come all over his dick.

"Mmm.." you moan on Hongjoong's dick, and this time you hum his favorite song from your first EP. Lullaby. The song that has you and his moans laced on the track. It's a secret that you two have with each other.

"Fuck.. Y/N. You know that's gonna make me come," Hongjoong's breath hitches, and he whines.

"I know," you pull his dick out of your mouth and lick all over it. "I want to drink your cum," you say.

"We got ourselves a little freak on our hands," Seonghwa says from behind you and pulls your braids.

"Mmm..definitely," Hongjoong replies.

"Well, let's fill her up then," Seonghwa moans. He pounds harder, and his fingers are still working against your clit. You feel yourself coming undone again.

"Cum in me, please," you beg. You know both men want that more than anything. You suck Hongjoong faster until you hear curses and groans slip from his mouth.

He explodes in your mouth while you feel Seonghwa shaking from behind you, and he empties his load inside of you.

You milk all Seonghwa into you the same way you do with Hongjoong. Both come hard in your mouth and your pussy.

You drink Hongjoong’s cum and slurp it down until he can't come anymore.

While you come hard on Seonghwa's dick.

You feel your body numb and lean forward and lay your head on Hongjoong's dick, trying to recover. Seonghwa is lying on you and is still inside of you.

"Whoa, that was too good," you mention. But, you aren't done, or at least they aren't done with you.

"Be a good girl and clean off my dick," Seonghwa says against your ear. He slides off of you, and you position your ass against Hongjoong to give him the signal to fuck you. You hear him grab the lube from the drawer of your nightstand.

He sticks one lube finger in your ass to see if you are ready. You are working yourself on his finger while carefully licking your and Seonghwa's cum off his dick. You are giving him cat licks against his dick.

"Fuck.. you're teasing me, baby," Seonghwa says, and strokes your head. You are enjoying cleaning him off.

"Are you ready?" Hongjoong asks.

"Yes, fuck me," You instruct. Hongjoong guides himself slowly into your ass, and you adjust slightly to the contrast of having it inside your backdoor.

Hongjoong pushes your back a little lower so you can take him easily. He moves his hips in a circle and finds a rhythm with you. When you throw your ass back against him, he gets excited.

"How does it feel, baby?" Hongjoong asks.

"Good, really good," you say.

You are still cleaning off Seonghwa's dick, but now your mouth is fully covering him. You look up, and his eyes are closed while you do your thing. You know it feels good to him because you can hear little whimpers he's trying to hold back.

"Hell Nah, Hwa. Moan for me.. don't hold back," You encourage him. You love hearing men moan and whimper for you. It actually does something to you and makes you want him even more.

Seonghwa is being so soft and cute for you. His little whimpers for you are sending your body to the next level.

Hongjoong jams a finger inside your pussy, and now all three of your holes are finally occupied. You work yourself on Hongjoong's fingers. The sensation of having all your holes occupied is something else.

"This is too much... fuck," you cry out while still sucking Seonghwa off.

You come hard again, but this time on Hongjoong's finger while Seonghwa is releasing his hot cum down your throat. You being the freak you are, you are literally drinking his cum just like you did Hongjoong.

Hongjoong comes hard inside your ass, and you collapse on the bed after being fucked out.

"I'm inspired now! I'm ready to eat up now, Hongjoong,” you giggle.

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