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sinswithpleasure · 7 months

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Bucket List Interlude — Five.Six [Queen & Princess]

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Proud to release my second (technically first, but our actual second released first) collab with @co-reborn set in the Bucket List universe.

Enjoy this (mostly unedited) little gift before NNN.

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[Im Squirtle has sent a message:]

Oi, Pervert.

Let's try something new later on.

I know you’ll like it too

Head to the audi after your class ends

Come over quick :)

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You keep your books in the locker once you’re done for the day. With these types of Nayeon texts, you know you're definitely not studying for the next few hours.

You shuffle past the crowd of students heading to their next class as you make your way to the auditorium. There shouldn’t be anyone using it at this hour, so why would she ask you…?

With the door to the auditorium right in front of you, you reach for the handle. The door swings open smoothly, and as expected, it is empty, lights off. You step in and place your bag onto one of the chairs, before grabbing your phone from your pocket.

[To: Im Squirtle]

I'm here, where ar |

In the middle of typing your message, the lights switch on. First, the room is dimly lit, but it begins to brighten slowly. You look around, and that's when you spot Nayeon at the bottom, on the stage. You scan her outfit—open blouse paired with a bright pink crop top, hearts and lines and other designs printed on the cloth, coupled with jeans, deliberately left open and rolled around her waist. Cute pigtails, by far your favourite style on her, steel rimmed glasses perched atop her nose, and a loose tie hanging around her neck.

She looks like a star. Maybe in another world…

"Yah, Pervert!" Nayeon waves enthusiastically, the brightest grin across her ethereal features. Even at the bottom of the auditorium, you're blown away by her beauty. Not that it's a surprise any more, but her beauty is definitely one of a kind.

"Say hi to our junior!"

Behind her, another girl steps out. You wonder how you haven't noticed her hiding behind Nayeon.

"Eh, Shin Yuna?"

Shin Yuna—the next Queen of Seoul U, currently nicknamed "Princess". You've seen her around a lot—it's quite hard not to notice the other beauty of Seoul U. Nayeon is easily #1, but Yuna's a damned close second, and she'll ascend the ranking once Nayeon graduates, you're sure of it.

"Hi, Oppa."

"Come down! Come say hi!"

You oblige, and take quick steps down. At the bottom, you awkwardly nod towards the younger girl, causing Nayeon to giggle. She steps closer to her "successor" and lightly grabs her shoulders.

Peeking from the side, she asks, “What do you think of her?”

You gulp. You can’t deny Yuna’s beauty. “Yeah… she’s pretty.”

Nayeon then steps behind Yuna before running her hands over her chest. The younger girl visibly tenses up, even more so when Nayeon begins to pop open the buttons on her blouse.

“I, for one, think she’s beautiful.”

The white top is pulled open, Yuna's bare breasts now exposed for your viewing pleasure. Nayeon lightly kneads the soft flesh of Yuna’s breasts, eliciting light gasps from her. Her hands continue to move down Yuna’s body down to her hips, halting at her tight abs to run circles atop the defined muscles.

"She's got such a perfect body, doesn't she?"

Nayeon gives Yuna a soft kiss on the cheek, before she licks a long stripe from the younger's shoulder up to her left ear. Reaching her skirt, Nayeon undoes the clasp and zipper at the back, a small push all it needs for the cloth to fall down her long legs, leaving the girl in white panties. You stare at the big damp spot right at the crotch of her underwear, and you gulp as your cock twitches beneath your pants.

"Go on, tell Oppa what we're doing today."

Nayeon's hands roam Yuna's body again. Her fingers ghost over the younger's smooth milky skin again, paying special attention to her nipples.

"Ngh…"

"Come on, Yuna-ya~"

Nayeon's fingers softly knead the soft flesh of Yuna's nubile body, her fingers expertly drawing the primal lust out of Yuna. You can't help but watch as Nayeon literally plays with the new toy in her hands, Yuna having all but submitted willingly to her senior.

"Oppa…"

Yuna's call dripped pure sex. You couldn't help the rush of primal lust at her moan, and as Nayeon slides her fingers underneath the waistband of Yuna's panties, you wish you were the one in Nayeon's place instead.

"Mmh, Daddy, she's so wet, oh my God."

Yuna's loud moan paired with the buck of her hips is all you need to know that Nayeon has penetrated her with her long fingers.

"Yuna-ya, go on, tell Oppa what you're here for."

"Oppa… mmgh—I…"

"I…?" Nayeon prompts.

"I'm—ohGod—I'm here to, fuck, I'm here to…"

Yuna shudders, her words temporarily halted by the waves of pleasure that wrecks her body with Nayeon's fingers deep in her.

"Oppa, I'm here to have sex, Oppa, I'm here to have sex with you and Nayeon-unnie, please… please take care of me, please…"

"That's right Daddy, Yuna's here to join us today."

Nayeon withdraws her fingers from Yuna, who moans at the loss of contact. Her fingers are drenched—not one inch of her middle and ring fingers, as well as the surrounding skin, is dry. Strands of slick cling to Nayeon's skin as she plays around with it, and she giggles.

"Ehe, Yuna-ya, you're so wet…"

She holds her fingers in front of the younger bunny's lips. Yuna takes it in without any hesitation, tasting her own pussy off her unnie's fingers.

"Good girl." Nayeon strokes the younger girl's hair. She melts under her unnie's touch and praise, and the smile across her face widens when Nayeon kisses her cheek.

"Sit back and relax Daddy, I'm going to show you how our good girl cums under my touch."

Nayeon smirks at you when you curse under your breath. You're so fucking hard—a tent has formed under the zipper of your jeans, and you've had to undo your pants so you could be more comfortable. Yuna's eyes are locked on to your bulge, and she stares with dripping lust.

"Daddy, Yuna wants to see that cock. Show her what you'll be fucking her with?"

Phrased like that, there's no way you'd say no. You undo the button and zipper, then reach beneath the waistband of your briefs to fish out your hard shaft, exposing yourself to the younger bunny. Yuna's gasp is all it takes to stoke your ego—you look up to see Yuna's eyes fixated on your hard cock, but what seals the ego boost is Nayeon's hand back to rubbing Yuna's clit, and you watch in slow-motion as Yuna's pussy drips, wetting the floor with her lust.

"Isn't it big, Yuna? That's the cock that fucks my pussy. Daddy always fills me up so well…"

"Hngh—!"

Yuna chokes back a moan as Nayeon penetrates her again. This time, her knees buckle when Nayeon's skilled fingers glide between her drenched walls, and you watch as Nayeon curls her fingers within Yuna as she thrusts in and out of the younger girl's pussy.

"Doesn't it feel good, Yuna? You're doing so well for me, so well for us. Look at your Oppa, look at how hard he's jerking his cock for you."

You're unable to resist the urge—the sight of Nayeon masturbating Yuna might be one of the hottest sights of your entire sex life so far in college. Yuna can't tear her eyes off your cock, and similarly, you can't tear your eyes off Nayeon's fingers plunging deeply into Yuna's cunt as well, her other hand firmly kneading the younger girl's right breast, fingers tweaking her nipple. The wet sounds of Nayeon fingerfucking Yuna echoes around the empty auditorium, and so do her moans. Yuna's lustful, sultry moans go straight down to your cock, and you take a bit of time to spread the beads of precum at your tip all over your cock.

"Oh, Yuna-ya, come on, moan louder. Let Oppa hear how much you want him.”

Yuna moans softly, her words muffled. Nayeon tuts disapprovingly.

“No, no, louder. Oppa wants to hear you. Let everyone hear you.”

"—ppa, Oppa, Oppa, Oppa~!"

Yuna’s broken moans go straight to your cock, and you have to pinch the head to resist the urge to cum. Her high-pitched whines for you have you nearly blowing your load, and you’re not about to cum before she does—you want to watch her come undone right in front of your very eyes. The wet sounds of Nayeon’s fingers thrusting deep into Yuna’s cunt get louder, and stray droplets of Yuna’s slick fly off Nayeon’s knuckles. The younger girl in question is breathless, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure wracks her body. Nayeon’s hot breath brushes against her ear, whispering pure filth to push her closer and closer.

“That’s right, you’re doing so well Yuna, Oppa’s so happy watching you. Look, look at how hard he’s jerking, look at how hard and wet his cock is…”

“Oppa~!”

“Imagine how good you’d feel with Oppa’s cock fucking this tight cunt of yours.”

“Yes, yes, YES!”

“Mm, go on, think about how big the stretch is, think about how good it’d feel when he empties his balls deep in your cunt.”

“Oh my God, Unnie, Nayeon-unnie, I’m—I’m gonna cum, I’m—!”

Everything seems to move in slow motion—Yuna’s loud cry of pleasure, her back arching, her body shuddering, her knees buckling. You gasp as a huge gush of squirt splashes all over the stage, and your eyes widen in shock as Yuna's gushes keeps on going. She doesn't orgasm in bursts like Nayeon does—with every buck of her hips, the stream only seems to get stronger as she cums in one continuous gush. Yuna thoroughly showers the stage with her cum, almost as if she is urinating. It overflows down over the fake plant boxes below, and that's when the stream tapers off, and Yuna collapses backwards against her Nayeon-unnie, sweaty, exhausted, but blissed out.

"You came so much, baby… such a good girl~."

Nayeon raises her fingers to her eyes, and she admires the glossy sheen of Yuna's slick and squirt covering her fingers and her palm. Her eyes glint in satisfaction, and she licks the stray droplets of cum that run down her arm, all while she stares deep into your eyes. Her next action is to wave her fingers in front of Yuna's lips.

"Have a taste, baby."

Yuna obliges, her lips wrapping around Nayeon's digits.

"Good girl."

The praise draws something out of Yuna, something more submissive, more eager. You watch as her eyes soften, and she becomes more pliant, more obedient. She sucks on her Nayeon-unnie's fingers, her hand holding her unnie's at the wrist to steady it as she licks it clean of her cum, all while Nayeon praises her with every swipe of her tongue. Yuna seems to beam under the praise, and you watch breathlessly as you take note of this new information.

"Did I do good, Nayeon-unnie?"

"I think you did a very good job, baby. How about you, Oppa?"

You rise to your feet and smirk.

"I think you've been a very good girl, Yuna."

The younger girl beams tiredly, the blush evident across her face. She squeezes her legs together unknowingly, a fact that doesn't escape Nayeon's and your notice.

"Do you want a break, baby?"

"Yes, please, unnie."

"Mm…

“Take your break, Yuna. Sit right here so you can get a good view of how Daddy fucks me.”

Your cock is desperately aching for action at this point, and you hastily respond to Nayeon’s words. You take off your pants before hopping onto stage and moving towards her. She kisses you harshly and pulls you closer into her. Both your hands work instinctively on undressing each other. You push the blouse off her shoulders while she works on the button on her jeans. You break the kiss momentarily to remove your shirt and her crop top, before immediately diving back into her mouth. You feel up each other’s body, your hands choosing to fondle her tits while she focuses on your abs. Heat builds up between both of you, and the kiss intensifies until she cannot take it anymore.

When Nayeon pulls away from you, you begin to plant a trail of kisses down her neck, shoulders and chest until you reach her waist. With the button undone already, you simply pull it down her legs. Nayeon is just left standing on stage in her ruined panties. A touch on her inner thighs is enough to make her shiver. You then pull down her panties and expose her dripping pussy for you and Yuna to see. The confident Nayeon from moments ago fades away, replaced by a quivering mess in need of you. You move behind her and push her closer towards the younger girl, fingers rubbing across her nether lips a few times before they dive into her pussy. She leans on your chest as her legs lose their strength. Her walls tighten around you and you feel more of her juices staining your fingers. You withdraw your fingers and hold them in front of Nayeon, and she licks it up without hesitation. Yuna looks in awe as the Nayeon she’s familiar with is stripped away, replaced with a Nayeon utterly overwhelmed with lust.

When she’s done cleaning your fingers, she looks over her shoulder to face you, whispering, “Fuck me hard, Daddy. Let’s give our good girl a show.”

You oblige, hurriedly bringing your shaft by her entrance. Slick immediately stains your tip as you make first contact with her pussy, and Nayeon’s body reacts to you immediately. She sinks herself backwards on your shaft and takes in the first few inches of your cock. With her snug flesh already clenching around you, you can’t help but to thrust your hips to insert the rest of your length into her.

The instant you’re hilt deep, three moans ring across the auditorium—yours, Nayeon’s and Yuna’s. Having watched the two girls indulge in sin earlier, it’s about time for you to have your own fun. Familiar with Nayeon’s body, you begin to pound and use her without hesitance. She’s quickly reduced to a mumbling and cursing mess, unable to form coherent words other than “Fuck!” and “Daddy!”.

You briefly look over Nayeon’s shoulder to see the younger girl’s reaction. Yuna’s eyes quiver, yet they remain laser-focused on your cock and Nayeon’s pussy. She’s biting down on her finger, saliva beginning to pool and seep out the corner of her mouth. Her other hand gently works between her legs, seeking out the pleasure she was bestowed by her unnie earlier.

You’re glad she’s enjoying the show, but what about the main actress?

Leaning over to her shoulder, you sigh, “You naughty slut. You want to be watched getting fucked so bad that you brought someone, mm?"

“Yes, Daddy, yes, I did—mmgh!”

Nayeon's admission amidst loud moans of pleasure has you fucking her harder.

"Fuck, yes, fuck, Daddy, you—hngh~!—feel so good inside me!"

While Nayeon takes your cock, you're more than aware of the younger girl paying her full attention to the erotic scene in front of her. An idea pops into your head, and you pause for a split second, to Nayeon’s disappointment, and wrap a hand underneath her thighs. Lifting it up, you give Yuna a clearer view of your cock spearing Nayeon’s pussy.

“Unnie, y-you’re so wet.” Yuna's voice is raspy with lust, and you field a glance at the Princess. She has her bottom lip between her teeth, a hand dangerously close to the dripping slit between her legs. You know it's only a matter of time before she breaks.

“Your cute little protege has her eyes glued on you, on your body, on your perfect pussy taking my cock. You like that, hmm?”

A deep moan is all that comes out of her mouth. She’s incapable of thinking, unable to process your words, fully concentrated on you and your cock and how good you’re making her feel. The thought of being watched whilst getting fucked hard all the times you teasingly whispered the possibilities of someone stumbling upon the dirty side of her have always been a turn on. Now, she has made her fantasy become reality—her featured guest sits by the side, having had her own fun, Yuna watches her, stares at her getting pounded hard, and Nayeon gets off from it, more than ever.

However, Nayeon isn’t the only one enjoying this precarious situation. You’re sure many would kill to be in your position—not only are you a part of Nayeon's closest circle, you're regularly fucking her as and when she wants it. You're even more aware of this now—Nayeon has introduced Yuna to the mix for today, and with her widely reputed to be Nayeon's "successor, she's not unpopular herself. Yet, here you are, with both of them naked, fucking one of them while the other watches. You love it when Nayeon is reduced into this crumbling mess, far from her prim and proper self. This side of her is yours to admire and enjoy, and enjoy it you definitely will.

You have the perfect view—Nayeon’s body rocks back and forth as you relentlessly pound her, cheeks flushed while she drowns in ecstasy, and from the corner of your eyes, you catch Yuna with her legs spread wide open, fingers driving in and out of herself. You’re immensely turned on, your balls aching and about to explode at any moment, but not yet, your job’s still not done.

Yuna has her eyes glued to your bodies the whole time, mouth gaped open in awe at how rough you’re being with Nayeon and how well she’s taking it. Heart beating in anticipation, she can’t help but to wonder how good it will be when it’s her turn to be fucked like that. Nayeon did promise her it’ll be mind blowing and she’s now getting a live preview. She subconsciously starts to thumb her clit as well for more pleasure, her gasps growing in volume. “Fuck unnie…”

You lean over and whisper into Nayeon’s ear. “Open your eyes, baby girl. Look at your precious junior.” She barely registers your words and struggles to do so with the immense rush of pleasure in her head. Through half lidded eyes, she sees what you see—Shin Yuna deeply engrossed in the show you’re putting out, her face red, fingers and thighs thoroughly stained with her slick.

“Look at her. She’s so wet and it’s all thanks to you.”

“M-Me?”

“Yes, you. Such a pretty slut taking cock so nicely. Maybe you should have invited more people to join. Maybe you should've called the entire school to gather here to watch you take this fucking cock like the slut you are.”

The thought of the auditorium filled to the brim with the school population, thousands of eyes watching her true self has Nayeon moaning louder. Maybe that’s what she wants all along. Such wild thoughts continue to fill her head, more ideas of how to push her fantasy further.

“Cum for me, Nayeon-ah. Let Yuna see how beautiful you can be when you cum.”

Nayeon doesn't last longer than your sentence. With a scream, her legs buckle under the pressure and you hold her up by her hips as you keep thrusting into her orgasming pussy. Bursts of squirt shoot out and make a mess of your bodies and the stage. You persist with your fucking and maintain your thrusts into the tight, sensitive pussy, eliciting moan after moan from Nayeon. The auditorium echoes with her cries—any passerby could easily hear them, check it out and catch the three of you in this illicit act, but that’s the least of your concerns at the moment.

A few more pumps into Nayeon later, you tumble out of control and your orgasm hits you. You cum inside her, mindlessly thrusting and burying your load deeper into her pussy until you’re properly drained. Shot after shot of thick cum fills Nayeon's tight pussy, and you pull her close and tight, softly cursing at the pleasure you enjoy right into her ear.

When everything subsides, you hear Nayeon's soft "Thank you, Daddy", and you give her a soft peck on the cheek before pulling out of her. Thick white drops of semen drip out of Nayeon's pussy onto the floor, and Yuna gasps at the sight. Both of you turn to look at the younger girl, and you're both so turned on at the sight that greets your eyes: the Princess of Seoul U is a mess. Yuna is pent-up—she clearly hadn't orgasmed, probably saving herself for the inevitable fucking she knew she'd get. Her eyes burn with lust, chest heaving with every deep breath she takes, nipples taut with arousal. The blush on her face hasn't left, and a puddle of her juices pools between her legs. When she pulls out her fingers from within her, slick drips from her digits onto the stage.

"Oppa, Unnie… that was so hot…"

Both you and Nayeon admire the sight in front of you for a second more. You're still fully hard, already wanting to fuck Yuna for the first time. However, Nayeon has different plans.

"Come here, Yuna-ya~"

The younger girl almost lunges for her senior, the desperate look in her eyes akin to that of a feral puppy compared to the bunny she commonly is likened to. She crashes her lips against her senior's, and you swear your cock gets harder watching both women make out with each other. Yuna can't resist kneading Nayeon's breasts, and Nayeon has a palmful of Yuna's plump ass, her fingers kneading the soft flesh. The lustful moans from both girls echo around the empty auditorium, and you can't help but stroke your slick cock in anticipation of what happens next.

"Mm, Yuna, baby, you kiss so well."

The younger girl only blushes at the praise. She looks down at Nayeon's body shyly, a bright smile across her features.

"I have a little something for you to taste, baby girl~." Nayeon runs two fingers over her pussy, her voice shaking as the pleasure of her own touch creeps into her system. When she retrieves her digits, they're coated in a thick sheen of your semen, and with a push of Yuna's shoulders, the younger girl kneels almost immediately. She looks up, eyes wide in desire, lust, anticipation, and Nayeon gently lowers her cum-soaked fingers to Yuna's mouth. The younger bunny immediately takes them into her mouth, her tongue thoroughly cleaning her unnie's fingers of the mixture of her juices and yours. When the taste hits her, you watch as her eyes roll back and she moans, almost as if your cum was a delicacy.

"If you want more of Oppa's cum, baby, come eat it out of unnie's pussy."

You're more than happy to put aside your desire to fuck Yuna—the sight of her eating your cum out of Nayeon's cunt is a worthy substitute. The blonde girl looks up at her unnie as her lips get closer and closer to Nayeon's cunt, and Nayeon smiles down at her junior, stroking her hair ever so gently. When Yuna's tongue first touches Nayeon's pussy, the older girl lets out a sultry moan, her hands gripping Yuna's head and pushing her crotch against the younger girl's face. The younger bunny sticks her tongue out and begins to lick along her unnie's slit, and she herself moans when your excess cum drips all over her tongue. It is at that moment where she wraps her lips around her unnie's pussy, and Nayeon throws her head back, enjoying the pleasure of her junior eating her out. Yuna fervently eats your cum out of Nayeon's cunt—when she pulls herself back to catch her breath, your semen and Nayeon's juices stain her lips and chin.

"Oppa's cum tastes so nice, unnie." Yuna's tongue glides across her lips to collect the mixed fluids across her face, and you bite your bottom lip when she gives you a lustful stare, her eyes lingering especially on your hard cock. She even leans over to lick the precum off your tip, and you curse when she gives you a few strokes along the length with every swipe of her tongue.

"It does, doesn't it?" Nayeon strokes her junior's head, and when Yuna looks up at the both of you again, Nayeon gives her next instructions. "You'll get to taste it again later, baby. Oppa's been waiting so long for that pussy, your tight virgin pussy, and I don't think you should make him wait much longer~."

When Yuna rises from the floor, her eyes meet yours in a blazing gaze of lust. She bites down on her lip, her eyes travelling to your hard, twitching cock and back up, the desperation behind her eyes only further adding to your desire for her. You watch in burning anticipation as the lithe girl in front of you turns around. Your eyes follow her hourglass figure, from the soft curves of her neck to the sharp juts of her shoulders, down her thin waist. You drool at the sight of her hips swaying as she takes steps towards the podium, at the sight of her long legs, and best of all, at her supple ass as she bends over when she reaches her destination. Your eyes immediately lock onto her pussy, drenched and dripping, her thighs glistening with arousal, the floor beneath her wet as well. The killing blow Yuna delivers is through her next few actions—she turns back to you, her puppy eyes pleading with you to finally fuck her, and she spreads her pussy open with her right middle and ring fingers. Fresh slick drips and runs down her skin, along her hand.

"Oppa, I'm ready for my fucking."

Yuna doesn't expect how quick you can be.

In two steps, you cover the distance between you and her. You grab your cock and aim it right for Yuna's spread hole, and the younger girl squeals in surprise when your pussy breaches the opening of her cunt. Before she can even speak, your hands grip her hips tight, and you send one hard thrust right into her cunt as you pull her right onto your cock, your pelvis slapping right against her ass.

"OpPAAAA~!"

Yuna cries out when your thick cock stretches her virgin pussy out with your one stroke. You waste no moment—you're already pulling out until your tip is left in her before thrusting back in. As you begin to fuck the younger girl, you forcefully grab her by her face to watch her reaction, and you begin to pound her harder when you see her eyes roll back in pleasure, unintelligible moans echoing around the auditorium with each stroke.

Yuna's pussy is tight, so damn tight, tighter than Nayeon's. Her walls quiver around your cock, the first she's ever taken, and they squeeze you so perfectly you swear you're in heaven. A rush of slick runs along your cock—did she just have a mini-orgasm or something, you wonder—and her body shakes as she attempts to take deep breaths. You knock the air out of her with every thrust you send into her, each stroke ending with you hilted deep in her, just like how you'd fucked Nayeon earlier. Yuna takes it all—she wants it, needs it just as much as you do.

"Oppa, Oppa, Oppa!!!!" Yuna can't stop repeating the word like a mantra—she can't seem to remember anything else.

Next to both you and Yuna, Nayeon has her fingers in her pussy again, fucking herself at the sight of you railing Yuna. Your semen drips from her fingers as she plunges then into her cunt over and over, her free hand kneading her own breasts for pleasure. She moans just as unrestrainedly as Yuna does, and Nayeon swears you almost seem to rail Yuna harder knowing she's watching. As your cock appears and disappears into Yuna's tight body, Nayeon fixes her eyes on how Yuna looks—like a proper slut. Her junior's eyes are rolled back, jaw slack, tongue sticking out of her mouth. The ahegao fixed upon Yuna's face draws Nayeon towards her, and the older girl steps up to pull her close. You shift Yuna back to create space for Nayeon, and you watch as the older girl pulls Yuna into a torrid kiss. The hot sounds of both women kissing mixed with their moans leads you to groan as well, and you fuck Yuna harder to satiate your lust. Nayeon holds Yuna's head close to her chest with one hand, and you watch as the older girl reaches between her legs to masturbate again.

"Unnie, uhn—!" Yuna's eyes are glazed over from pleasure, her speech broken up by moans and loud claps of your flesh against hers. The girl can't seem to hold steady—she almost falls over a few times as her hips buck on every brush of your cock against her G-spot. "Oppa fucks me so well, Oppa's fucking my pussy so good!"

"That's right, he is, because you're such a good girl. Good, pretty girls like you deserve poundings like that." Nayeon bites her lip at the pleasure she brings herself. "In fact, a good girl like you should suck on Unnie's tits."

Almost instantly, Yuna has her lips on one of Nayeon's breasts. She is completely pliant to any instruction—the praise is all she craves. Nayeon moans out loud as her junior helps to pleasure her, and you hear another set of wet thrusts join with the sounds of your sex with Yuna as Nayeon resumes fucking herself.

"That's right, Yuna, keep sucking Unnie's tits like that, fuck, fuck!"

You can't believe how blessed you are. Just like that, you're balls deep in the Princess of Seoul U and thoroughly pounding her freshly deflowered cunt, fucking it hard and using it like you've used Nayeon's so many times before. Both girls are similarly wet and messy—your shaft glides against Yuna's walls just like how it would in Nayeon's, and Nayeon's thighs always glisten with slick during sex, just like Yuna's are right now as well. The entire situation right now is obscenely hot—many dream to fuck both Nayeon and Yuna, and here you are living it, with both women desiring your cock so much they're having sex with you together. Yuna's been fucked almost entirely silly, and Nayeon's enjoying it as she fucks herself with Yuna's help.

Nayeon is the first to crack—Yuna's tongue, teeth, and hands are her undoing. The younger girl pinches and tugs at the older girl's nipples, occasionally playing with them between her fingers while her tongue flicks the sensitive nubs, and Nayeon's moans only get louder, whinier, her fingers plunging and thrusting harder, deeper—

"Daddy, I'm going to cum!"

Nayeon barely makes it to the end of her sentence before squirt explodes out of her. You watch in pure lust as the older bunny throws her head back, her guttural moans, the hiss of her squirt gushing from her cunt, and the loud splatters of her cum forming puddles on the floor echoing around the empty auditorium. Jet after jet of girl cum drenches the floor, and you feel Yuna tighten around you when she watches Nayeon orgasm. The younger girl begins to whine seeing her senior's body buck and writhe as she orgasms, her legs unstable, breasts jiggling with every shift of her body.

"Oppa, Unnie, Yuna's gonna—"

Yuna's sentence ends in a scream as her hips buck, and squirt sprays out of her freshly-fucked pussy. Your cock is forcefully ejected from her cunt, and you have to hold the younger girl up as her legs buckle, the pleasure of her orgasm washing over her entire body. Both Nayeon's and Yuna's cum mix on the floor beneath them, the huge puddle of squirt evidence of how much pleasure they drew from this session. You enjoy the sight of both girls orgasming together in each other's embrace, but that doesn't last for long—you have yet to get your release yourself, and Yuna's pussy was the only hole you hadn't filled with your cum. With one hard thrust after lining yourself up, you draw another scream from Yuna as you plunge your hard shaft into her still-orgasming pussy, and you pound her right through it, chasing your own high and prolonging hers.

"Yuna, baby, I'm going to fill you."

"Yes, Oppa, yes~!"

When you begin to thrust hard into Yuna, Nayeon pulls her into a sloppy kiss. Both girls' bodies rock with your thrusts as they engage in a hot, sloppy makeout—tongues swirl, moans escape their kiss, and hands roam across bodies to further pleasure each other. Even as Nayeon's orgasm subsides, Yuna doesn't relent in rubbing her Unnie's clit and playing with her breasts, drawing more pleasure from her body. You feast on the sight in front of you, enjoying the show that your two partners are putting up for you, and you work towards your own sweet release with every thrust. The friction that Yuna's tight, heavenly walls provide pushes you closer and closer, until…

"Fuck, Yuna, fuck!"

Your cock twitches and pulsates before the first burst of semen is fired deep into Yuna's cunt. Yuna moans at the feeling of you firing shot after shot of semen into her at the tail end of her orgasm, and you squeeze your eyes shut as white-hot pleasure washes over you with each rush of cum that you leave in the younger girl. You never stop thrusting throughout your orgasm, every upstroke fucking your cum deeper and deeper into her.

When you pull out of Yuna, a thick stream of cum leaks from her pussy, down her thighs. Some of it drips to the floor, mixing with the puddle of cum beneath you and her, and you stagger back, your cock softening after the intense sex session you've just had. However, the glint in Nayeon's eye tells you that it isn't over—you're not done for the day yet.

"Yuna, baby, now that we both have your Oppa's cum in our pussies…" Nayeon begins, pulling Yuna against her, their sweaty bodies flushed together. "...we should thank Oppa, mm?"

You're just as confused as Yuna is, but you're also willing to play along. Nayeon leads Yuna to a dry spot on stage, and she directs you to step back. Nayeon leans to whisper a few words into Yuna's ear, and you know you're in for a world of trouble when Yuna's face turns red, and she bites her lip in arousal, her eyes locked onto you, lust burning once more. When both girls begin to lower themselves to the floor, Nayeon leaves you with her new instructions.

"Enjoy the show, Daddy~"

When each girl crosses a leg over the other's, and both of them shift closer to each other, it clicks. Your cock begins to stir once more as you watch Nayeon and Yuna meet each other in the middle, moaning out loud as they grind their pussies together.

"Oppa, look at us, Oppa!"

Yuna's desperate call for your attention has your cock twitching as it hardens to its full length. The younger girl has a wanton look of lust all over her features, and Nayeon's expressions mirror Yuna's as well. You watch as both women's pussies get messier—they "share" your creampies in them through sex, their skin coated in a mixture of their slick and your semen. Yuna is the more eager one—she actively grinds down on Nayeon's pussy as if this would be the last time she'd be having sex, and Nayeon reciprocates with the same effort, pleasuring herself and her junior well as they put on a show for you. You can't resist stroking your cock anymore with the live sex show right in front of you.

"Fuck, Daddy, it feels so good, I feel so good~!" Nayeon's loud moans for you have you jerking harder. "Look at us sharing your cum, look at us having sex!"

With how sensitive both women are—Nayeon having orgasmed a short while earlier, and Yuna only finishing recently, it doesn't take too long before they're both close, desperately grinding against each other as they chase their highs together.

"Unnie, unnie, I'm going to cum soon, unnie!"

"Me too, Yuna-ya, let's cum for Daddy, let's cum for him to watch!"

You feast your eyes on how the Queen and Princess bring each other to orgasm—Yuna and Nayeon both grind down on each other hard, and Yuna is the first to scream before a huge gush of squirt sprays from her pussy, showering both herself and Nayeon in her cum. Nayeon takes a short while longer—she rubs her clit with her hands before her hips buck, and her own spray of squirt jets out to cover Yuna. Both girls drench each other's bodies with their cum, and you watch while pinching the tip of your shaft, unwilling to cum just yet. A short jet of white spurts from your cock as you watch, your semen dripping to the floor as you enjoy the deliciously wanton sight in front of you. You're almost delirious with pleasure, partially physical, partially from the almost unreal situation you're in. You enjoy the sight of both Nayeon and Yuna making messes of each other as well as the stage, their cum pooling into a massive puddle beneath them.

When both girls finally come down from their highs, they move themselves towards you.

"Oppa, it's time for you to cum too."

Nayeon wastes no time in taking your shaft into her mouth, her hand reaching to jerk you off. Yuna's lips and tongue reach for your balls, and you rest a hand on both of their heads as they please you together as a team. Both women share your cock as if it were a delicacy—when Nayeon would release you from her warm, slick mouth, Yuna would take over with a gentle suction and her tongue gliding under your cock, leaving you twitching. It doesn't take long for the familiar feeling to bubble back up.

"Fuck, Nayeon, Yuna, I'm close."

Both girls immediately focus their efforts right at your tip. Their tongues glide up and down on your cock before they make out with each other at the head of your cock, pushing you closer and closer.

"Cum over our faces, Daddy. You've earned it for fucking us so well."

With a loud groan, a thick burst of cum erupts from your cock, and Yuna immediately aims your cock right at herself. You watch in ecstasy as your hot load paints Yuna's pretty features, a smile wide on her face as your hot white semen lands on her face and breasts. Immediately, Nayeon pulls your cock over to her, and it's her turn to receive bursts of your cum all over her pretty face and body. You swear you're cumming forever—burst after burst of semen showers over Nayeon and Yuna, and when you inevitably come down from your high, you're greeted with the hottest sight of the night—the Queen and Princess of Seoul U, covered in a mixture of semen and squirt, servicing you and cleaning your cock with their mouths after rounds of hot sex where you'd filled their pussies full of your hot cum.

There's nowhere else you'd rather be at this very moment.

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ja3hwa · 1 year

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

【Synopsis】 : After the couple of nights teasing and testing the waters. San finally makes a plan to corrupt your sweet mind once and for all.

『Word count』 : 2.27k

-> Genre: Smut. Fluff.

Paring: Idol!San x Female!Reader

[Warnings] : Cursing. Cyberpunk outfit san (yes, this is a warning) some insecure thoughts. Dirty talk. Foreplay. Kinda shy reader. Virgin reader. Corruption kink. Pet names. Fingering (f receiving). Unprotected sex. (Dont do that).

Note : Thank you for the requester from Wattpad for this. They asked for a part two to my bend fic with a cyberpunk outfit twist... So I hope you enjoy it. Also, I'm trying out a knew layout, so ignore me, hehe.

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Frustration and fear would be the only things to describe your emotions right now. After the little sexual activities San and You had performed four nights ago, you couldn’t help but play it in detail over and over in your mind. You wanted, needed, fuck, you craved it. you were going to go insane if you didn’t have another taste of San. And he was not helping, sending you not so safe for work texts or sending photos of his very sexy stage outfits for his performances he and his members have been doing since the comeback happened. What is worse about seeing your boyfriend in such gorgeous outfits is that you are unable to touch him in them. Once he is home, he is already washed up, make up free and outfit gone.

You couldn’t lie when you said you had fantasies of San fucking the living day lights out of you in one of the outfits, especially the Cyberpunk ones. The black crop top, black straps and fake Anarchy symbol tattoo that was displayed on your boyfriends lower tummy. You needed him so badly. But then the shyness comes in, you couldn’t possibly tell him what you wanted. Tell him how much you wanted to feel his cock poun―

“Darling. You awake?” San’s sweet voice echoed through the house, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“In here...” You couldn’t say anything else as you voice cracked. You could feel your heart beat in your ears and your legs wobbled as you tried to walk over to the door of your bedroom. San had turned you on that much, you felt embarrassed that you were that weak for him.

“Hey my baby. Why are you in here?” His voice was drowned out by the fuzziness in your brain suddenly turning up, ten-fold. He was in one of his stage outfits, more specifically, cyberpunk one. Oh no this is not going to end well..

“S-Sannie, w-hy are you wearing that?” You completely disregarded his question, asking one of your own instead. San tilted his head in innocence, looking down at himself before letting out a small chuckle follow by his classic feline smile.

“oh this? Yeah, I have to wear this outfit tomorrow for a photo shoot. So I made a suggestion that I wear it home since I need to tomorrow. It also saves the stylist in trying to find it later.” His ramble did not help the heat growing in your stomach. His voice was so low and raspy from singing all day. You can even see a little form of sweat coating him from the performances. He was a Greek god amongst men. And he was yours.

“Are you okay baby? You keep going quiet?” He took a step forward become only a couple centimeters from your trembling body. Sometimes you think you are living in a dream, how could someone like San be with you? He was sculpted like a porcelain statue and aging like a fine vintage wine. You were plan, normal. Nothing special. How could you end up together.

“Earth to y/n. Come in Darling?” He shook his hands in front of your blushed red face. You finally looked up to him, seeing how close his face was to yours. “Are you okay?” He asked again, rubbing his hand along your frame until it found place against your hip.

“I…Yeah. I’m fine. I’m sorry.” You apologize for acting weird, but San kisses your forehead in protest, saying there was nothing to be sorry for. You hugged him for a moment, taking in his presence, making you feel better.

“So what do you think? I remember you like my outfits. But wasn’t this one like the second or fifth on your list?” His question made you gulp as you sat down on the edge of the bed, fearing you’d fall if you kept standing. He did a little twirl for you, stretching his arms up so he could show off the fit. He knew what he was doing. He knew this was your favourite stage fit, but he wanted to hear it from you directly. He needed to get praise from you. It was like a drug, and he craved it.

“Actually it’s my favourite outfit.” You whispered, biting your nails slightly while you unknowingly checked him out. He pretended as if he didn’t know with a little ‘oh’ slipping off his tongue.

“I have the fake―” He pulled the crop top up slightly so the tattoo could be put on full display. “You want to touch it?” His words came out desperately, making your eyes widen. You nodded like an idiot, watching your boyfriend walk closer to you so he could stand in between your legs. You were eye level with the fake tattoo, letting your fingers graze over it. His abs tensed at the feeling, a tingle in his gut growing.

“It looks so good on you.” You said without thinking.

“Yeah? That’s what you’re thinking?” His teasing nature erupted with the hint of greed. Call him weak, but if he had to, he would get on his knees and beg for you to praise him. Maybe he's got a praise kink, but that was a conversation he didn’t want to have. Not right now, anyway. Even though your brain was fuzzy, you could see the way San’s eyes sparkled when you spoke about him. You weren't as innocent as he thought. You might not know what to do in sexual situations, but to heck, if you didn’t know how to read a person. Especially San.

“I think the whole outfit looks good on you.” You spoke with a little more confidence, gripping the hem of his crop top tugging it, in hopes he got the hint. “You also look good if you have nothing on.”

It was like a switch went off in his mind. You, his innocent―well so he thought―partner basically asking him to take his clothes off. He sent you a devilish smirk, slowly guiding his hands up to the clips of his straps. You gulp feeling instant embarrassment from your statement.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Wanted to see me naked?” His deep voice made your head dizzy, tucking your face in your hand to hide the blush that surely painted your face the moment he walked into the room. He shook the straps off, watching you intensely at your reaction of shyness. He lived to see the corruption fill your senses, so once he threw his straps somewhere in the room, he pounced. His lips latched to yours, making your head spin. His hand gripped the back of your neck to pull out closer. His knee pushed up against the bed, in between your legs, letting you grind slightly on his thick thigh.

“San…” you moan straight into his mouth, making him groan in response. His free hand that was found perched on your hip glided slowly towards your ache between your legs. His long fingers were quick to wrap around the small flimsy fabric known as you sleep shorts before pulling them off in one motion. You showed no fear, letting him grab your panties straight after so he could pull them off the same way. His lips never left yours through this whole moment, wanting to pamper you before he had his way.

“Pretty.” A word slipped off his tongue, making his mouth leave yours so it could latch on your jaw, then your neck. Sucking and biting at your hot flesh. You never felt such excitement, and you begin to crave it the more you feel your boyfriend’s tongue dancing on you.

As if he understood what your thoughts were saying, his brought on hand to the inner part of your left thigh. Finger tips dangerously close your soaked pussy. You whined, body trashing slightly as if it has a mind of it’s own. Like a primal instinct has taken over. You moan out his name twice, or was it four? You sounded like a broken record and San hadn't even touched you that much.

“My perfect baby. You sound so nice when you beg. But begging isn’t needed tonight. I’ll give you whatever you want…” His lips place kisses on your exposed stomach, sending chills down your spine. “…that’s if you tell me what you want. Come on, tell me, and it's yours. What do you want.”

You choked out another whimper, knowing San was going to pull something like this. He needed you to tell him exactly what you wanted. He needed to hear the filthy words leave your lips. He needed to know every detail that you fantisise in your pretty little head. “San…”

“What’s it baby? What do you need?”

“I want…” He sat completely up, moving back up so he was face to face with you so he could see your eyes flutter with the shyness as they slowly slipped into corruption. “I want you to fuck me. Please, make me feel good.”

“Fuck…” He groans, never seeing something as gorgeous as you asking him to rail you. He had surely died and gone to heaven. “Detail, what exactly do you want?” he needed more…

“I want you to fuck me with your outfit on.”

More…

“I want to feel you deep inside me.”

More…

“Please San if you don’t stick your cock inside me I’m going to scream.”

His brain short circuited, his hands and body moving like they were born to play with you. Stripping you from your pj’s entirely, his mouth latched on your hard nipple while his fingers slipped into your soaking hole with ease. He pumped quickly, bringing his thumb to your sensitive bud, circling it. Your hands fly to grip his shoulders, nails digging into the harsh fabric. Your head flew back, choking out his name over and name. His pace became faster, tilting his hand up so he could sink his fingers deeper inside you, pulling your orgasm closer within the seconds. “San I think I’m gonna…”

“let go for me, baby. I wanna feel you tighten around my fingers.” His dirty words tipped you over the edge, seeing white spots cloud your vision as you convulsed under him. You’ve never felt such an intense orgasm before in your life, feeling like you could walk through fire and not get burned. Once your high came down, he pulled out his soaked fingers slowly before taking them in his mouth, tasting your sweet juices. You panted, letting out a little whine while you watched your boyfriend.

“You ready for more?” His voice was deep, gravelled, but it was laced with love. One side of his brain was screaming, aching to pound you and fuck you into next week until you see stars or pass out, but the other side wanted to make sure your first time was comfortable. He needed to show you how fun sex can be, how loving it can be. And besides, he has all the time in the world to corrupt you.

“Yes…” you whispered, snaking your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. A smirk crept on his lips while they connected to yours, hand snaking down to grip the base of his cock so he could trail his tip along your folds. You took a large inhale, feeling a sense of excitement and worry. It was finally happening, you were finally going to go all the way. His tip slipped slightly into your enterance, making you wiggle in anticapation.

His dark chuckle that erupted from his chest made you roll you hips without thinking, feeling more of his cock slip inside. He took this as a green light, bottoming you out until you can feel his balls hit againsts your ass. Your nails dig into his shoulders feeling the painful sensation soon fade away into pure blissful pleasure. His thrusts started off slow, his hand snaked around your thigh pulling you closer. His lips felt yours and you tried to chase them―which made him laugh lightly―. He sat up pulling a pillow from beside you so he could place it under your hips. You watched him with curiousity, as he basically fluffed it before placing you onto the said folded pillow.

“Comfy.” His cheeky voice made your heart flutter as you replied with a small yes, following with a giggle. His hand pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, instructing you to lock them against him, which you did gladly. Your eyes gazed over his body from head to toe. Your eyes met the sight where your bodies were connected, and you couldn’t help but clench around him. “Like what you see, Doll?”

You bring your hands up to cover your face, groaning at him just freely being dirty in what seemed like a tender moment. He let out a chuckle at your reaction, leaning down you kiss between your breasts in order to distract you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer. His thrusts started to pick up again, making you seemingly forget about your embarrassment. Grunts escaped San’s lips, losing himself for a moment with your velvet walls tightening around him. “Does that feel good?” He smugly asked.

“Y-yes.” You panted, your chest heaving as yours nails dig lightly into his biceps.

“Good...” He suddenly fell to lay on his back, bringing you along with him. His head almost hangs off the bed, as he plants his feet behind you, bringing his knees up behind your back “Then ride me, baby.”

A whimper escaped your mouth as you slid back onto him with ease. You slide your hands down his chest, over his flat abs, feeling how they contracted under your touch. You started moving, finding the right rhythm, completely pushing away the shyness you felt before. You threw back your head, supporting yourself onto his thighs as you lose yourself in the moment of oure bliss. His hands gripped your hips, bucking his hips into you harder.

He sat up, his fingers digging harder in your flesh, bouncing you on his cock faster. He grunts against your throat, enveloping you in his arms, so he could hold you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, twisting your fingers in his hair. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he needed to make sure he could let you cum before him. Few more thrusts and your body shakes in pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your walls flutter around him, triggering his release as he spills inside you with a muffled grunt lightly biting your shoulder.

“Perfect” He smiles, breathing against your heated skin, his fingers lazily running up and down your back. Tangling his fingers in your hair, finding your lips, he kissed you passionatly...

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Chapel of Love

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The barest hint of hot, dry air ruffled against the baby hairs on the back of her neck doing little relief. Long gone were the multi-layered stage outfits, having learned she needed something more breathable underneath the stagnant tent two days ago at the start of the music festival. Instead, she wore a poofy crop top with shorts, and she could feel Luke’s eyes roaming the revealed skin of her shoulders, midriff, and legs with each song they sang together. He'd been winding her up with each set.

Her hands grip the top of the mic stand as she leans into where the mic sits, holding herself in place where normally she would be dragging it over to share with Luke in this moment. But they are halfway through the seventh and final set and his eyes weren’t the only thing she could feel looming nearby. Just outside the Loud & Local tent sat the “Chapel of Love”. And the next lyrics were too close to vows that she might do something stupid if she got too close to him. Why had they written them this way, again?

They hadn’t seen the simple archway that signified the “chapel” when they had arrived to set up, the van being parked on the other side of the tent that held the stage that they would share with four other bands over the three day festival. And when they finally had a chance to roam the festival grounds, Reggie pulling them to the food truck selling fancy milkshakes, they saw it but didn’t know what it was. Even on the information board sporting a map, it was just a tiny innocuous dot.

It had been later on a water run that Alex and she saw a small gathering of people under it, two of them sealing their love with a kiss. Apparently, you could get married at this festival.

"Huh," Alex had said, taking a drink from his bottle and then resting his arm on her shoulder. "That's a decision." "I don't know. I think it's kind of sweet," she'd responded. A snort rang out from above her head. "Of course you would say that." She'd sent an accusatory glare up at him, dropping her shoulder so his arm would fall way. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She had known exactly what he meant though. Her eyes close against the crowd in front of her and drift open to her left, knowing exactly where Luke would be.

She can feel electricity thrum through her body as she begins the call and response moment.

"I've got a spark in me."

She can see the confusion on his face, but he smiles at her as the words slide out of him with ease.

"I've got a spark in me."

She closes her eyes against the assault of love intertwining with the electricity already coursing though her. In her mind, the simple archway looms above them. This is why she was fighting her entire being from going to him. It was too soon. Too impulsive.

"And you're a part of me."

She can't escape the feelings that have been building with each performance they've done this weekend. The euphoria of performing their music with the her best friends, and the man she loves, not caring that she shut her eyes in an attempt to block it out.

"And you're a part of me."

Luke's voice right next to her sends a shiver across her shoulders, her eyes jumping open to see he'd closed the distance to share a mic with her. Not letting her run from him, not realizing she wasn't running. She was trying to reign in some very impulsive thoughts. She can see the concern in his eyes behind the determination and can't help the smile that graces her face, softer than what is normally part of her stage persona.

"Now till eternity."

His response is accompanied by the smile he normally saves for her when they are in the studio. One that Alex and Reggie unfortunately have to put up with because it side tracks things often enough. "Now till eternity."

The mental reigns she's been wrestling are completely forgotten about. She's a goner. Their voices twine together like they have thousands of times before.

"Been so long and now I'm finally free."

The rest of the set goes off without a hitch. The adrenaline and dopamine high intoxicating. She feels Reggie's arm go around her shoulders as Luke's goes around her waist and she looks at all her band-mates with pride. This weekend was amazing and did a lot to promote them, even if they were competing for attention with signed bands that have been around a whole lot longer on two other stages. They take a group bow to the crowd before they disperse like the non-existent wind.

Luke's arm tightens and he leans down to her ear to be heard. "Everything okay?" His voice is raspy and a bit lower than normal from doing seven performances in three days.

Perfect. The word rings in her head, bolstering her onto her toes next to his ear so he can hear her response.

"Marry me." Her own voice rough, lower and more sultry than she expected.

He looks surprised as he processes her words, but not like they made him uncomfortable if that same smile he saves for her lighting up his face means anything.

"Yeah. Okay."

She grabs hold of the hand on her waist, interlacing their fingers as she heads for the exit of the tent with determination. He drags behind her a bit.

"You mean right now??"

The first flicker of doubt hits her. "Yes?"

He drops her hand and scrambles to get the guitar strap over his head. "Oh hell yeah."

Her smile is so big she can feel the ache in her cheeks but she doesn't care. He wants this as bad as she does.

A voice interrupts them. "Uh Julie? Luke? Where are you going? We have to pack up our stuff so Midnight Mayhem can go on."

Reggie looks confused, his thumb pointing over his shoulder off the back of the stage. Alex's looks suspicious. Julie can feel heat soar to her cheeks as she looks up at Luke's face and sees the eager giddiness there and then back at Alex. Yeah, that tracks.

"Sorry guys. Got a little distracted. Band meeting after we get everything packed up."

She pulls Luke back over to their gear to begin packing up. Squeezing his hand before dropping it to unplug her keyboard.

He looks at her with confusion. "Band meeting?"

"We'll need witnesses."

"Riiiiiight. Nice."

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bteezxyewriter12 · 10 months

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Wet

Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

Word count- 2.4k

Includes- Waterbomb Yunho, jealousy, fingering, sex, wall sex, missionary, size kink, dirty talk, tummy bulge, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Yunho POV

Holding on to the huge water gun, I spray ATINYs with water, laughing when it hits them

This is fucking fun

Performing while throwing water?

Amazing

As it is I'm soaked, my clothes sticking to me, my hair plastered to my forehead

I had to take the jacket I was wearing off because it's too hot and it was hard to move in while wet

This is our last song and I'm gonna drench everyone in the crowd

Holding the mic up with one hand, I sing my part while moving the water gun across the crowd, their screams of delight amping me up

Glancing over to the other end of the stage, I chuckle watching Jongho spray everyone with the other water gun

The guys are all having a blast too

And I know my jagi is backstage laughing at my antics

The song ends and I reluctantly let go of the water gun

Waving at ATINYs, I give them finger hearts and smile as I walk backstage

"That was so fun!", Mingi laughs

He's completely drenched, even more than I am

"So fun", I agree

Looking around for her, I spot her talking to one of the makeup artists, my mouth dropping at her outfit

She had to change because she wasn't wearing that when she was helping us get ready

But holy shit, the white lacy crop tank top with the tiny shorts and sneakers is fucking hot

My girlfriend is fucking hot

"Damn Yunho", San says as he passes me, "You're girlfriend is hot"

"Shut up", I glare at him

He just smirks and shrugs, "I have eyes man"

"Look somewhere else"

He chuckles, "Look just appreciate that your girlfriend is hot and she's yours. It doesn't matter who looks at her because all she sees is you"

I mean he's right but still, I get jealous sometimes and I don't need him to tease me about it

As I get closer to her, she glances over, a huge smile overtaking her face when she sees me

"Yunnie", she greets, kissing me when I lean over to her, "You were so good baby! So cute with the water gun. Did you have fun?"

I nod, "Loads of fun. We should do this festival every year"

"Talk to the manager baby", she giggles, "Maybe you can"

I nod

Maybe I will

Or Hongjoong will

"I need to get out of these clothes", I tell her

"Yeah. Even though you're so cute when you're wet"

I grin as she takes my hand, leading me to the tour bus that brought us here, her going in first

When we get inside, some of the guys are there, in various stages of changing

"Jagi", I shriek, covering her eyes with my hands

"Yunnie!", she exclaims, her hands going to my wrists but I don't move my hands

"Oh relax Yunho", Seonghwa says, rolling his eyes, "None of us are naked"

Yeah but still

"Is anyone in the back room?", I growl

This bus comes with a room in the back where the bathroom is and a bed in case anyone wants to take a nap

"No. It's all yours", Hongjoong says, pulling his shirt on

I maneuver her around the bus, still covering her eyes until we pass Mingi, who's the last one changing before the room

I move my hands from her eyes then, opening the door and gently guiding her inside

"Really Yunnie?", she scowls, turning to me, "Don't you know by now that you're the only one I want? You're the only one who turns me on? You're the only one I love?"

"I know jagi but-"

"Do you know?", she asks, "I don't know why you're still jealous over the guys. You know I've seen them shirtless when I have to fix their clothes. And you know that I could see hundreds of men shirtless or hell even naked and not be affected because you, your body is the only one that affects me"

I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment because yeah I know all this

She's one of our stylists so she helps the guys dress, fixes their clothes and she always has an unbothered face while doing it

Except when it comes to me

Even before we were together, I noticed the way she looked at me, the way she bit her lip when she helped me get ready, the way her breathing got a little heavier, the way her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink

And now that we're together her hands are always on me, she's always kissing me, always telling me how hot I am

I know I have nothing to be jealous over but it still happens and I give into it

I need to work harder at ignoring that because she's right

San's right

All she sees is me and I'm so lucky

"I'm sorry baby", I apologize, "I promise I'll be better about it ok?"

Her face softens, "Yeah Yunnie ok. I just don't know why you're so jealous sometimes. You're my everything baby, I love you more than anything and I just want you to remember that"

I nod, "I will"

She smiles softly, "Ok baby. Why don't you change so we can go enjoy the rest of the festival? Maybe get food because I'm starving"

I laugh, agreeing with her

She's tiny and thin but she can eat more than Jongho can

Where it all goes I don't know

She must have a crazy metabolism

"C'mon Yunnie", she pouts

Right, I'm supposed to be changing

First I take my shoes and socks off because it's gross and squishy

Undoing my belt, I get out of the heavy soaked pants and boxers, then pull my shirt off

When I lift my head, I catch a glimpse of her eyes darting away from me

I smirk, knowing she was checking me out

"Baby", I call softly, moving towards her

Her eyes dart back to me, running over my body, stopping at my hard dick

Yeah I'm hard

Seeing her in that outfit and noticing the way she's looking at me- instant hard on

I get to her, running my fingers up her bare arms

"Yunnie no", she says, shaking her head, "You're all wet and sticky"

Smirking wider, I slide my hand in her shorts and panties, my fingers on her soaked cunt

"So are you jagi", I inform her, "Already nice and wet for me and I didn't even touch you"

Lowering my head, I press a kiss to her bare shoulder, trailing kisses up until I get to her neck

"Don't you want to be impaled in my cock baby?", I ask, pressing kiss after kiss to the spot on her neck that drives her crazy while playing with her clit

"I..uh .."

"I know I want your tight wet pussy wrapped around my cock baby"

God, do I want her

But to be fair, I want her all the time

"Yunnie", she moans

"Mm yeah baby", I murmur, "Want you to moan my name just like that while I fuck your sweet perfect pussy as deep as I can"

"Fuck", she whimpers

Moving my fingers down, I slide two deep inside her, rubbing against her spot that I can always find immediately

She shivers, her legs buckling but I grab her around the waist, holding her up

"Wanna make you so wet baby, make you cream around my cock until my whole lap is soaked", I tell her, "Wanna make you squirt everywhere, make me soaking wet again"

"Fuck Yunnie"

"Want me to do that baby? Want me to fuck you hard until all you can scream is my name, all you can think about is my cock inside you?"

"Yes!", she cries, "Fuck yes!"

With that, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, my hands already pulling her shorts and panties down

She kicks her sneakers off, then her bottom clothes and I grab her lifting her up, her legs wrapping around me

Leaning her against the wall, I move my cock to her dripping hole and shove inside her, bottoming out in one thrust

"Yes Yunnie", she moans, leaning her head back against the wall

"Hands up baby", I tell her

She moves her hands off me, and I hold her against the wall with my hips, sliding her crop top off, her boobs right in my face, since she's not wearing a bra

Wrapping one arm around her waist and groping her ass, I use the other to lift her perky boob up, latching on to her nipple and sucking hard

At the same time, I pull back then thrust forward, splitting her hole wide open as I bury back inside her

"Yunho!", she screams, her body shaking against mine

I move as fast as I can, as hard as I can, in and out, falling into the intense pleasure of her cunt taking me, clenching around me

With each slam into her, I smash her spot, her body shaking against me, her pussy getting wetter and wetter

I bite her nipple softly, loving the way her hard bump feels in my mouth

Loving sucking on her

There's another place I love to suck on but there's no time for that right now

Anyone could walk back here looking for us

But tonight, in the hotel, I'm gonna eat her cunt like I'm never going to have her again

Just thinking about how sweet she tastes makes me groan against her nipple, fucking into her again and again

Her cunt's pulsing is so fucking good as she sucks me deep inside, her legs squeezing around my waist tighter

Her hand moves into my hair, pulling me off her nipple, her mouth crashing against mine as she kisses me desperately

I kiss her back just as wildly, my tongue down her throat as her other arm wraps around my neck

Gripping one ass cheek in each of my hands, I pound into her, feeling her cunt getting closer

Fuck, I want to feel her orgasm

The first time I fucked her and she came around my dick, oh my fucking god I had no idea a girl's orgasm could feel that good

It has to be because she's so small and unbelievably tight mixed with my intense desire for her

All I'm sure of is I'm addicted to her orgasms, crave them, addicted to her like a junkie that doesn't want to kick their habit

I'm so in love it's actually ridiculous

Slamming into her spot, she moans in my mouth, her body trembling as she cums all over me

Her pussy throbs like crazy, sending unbelievable pleasure crashing over me

She breaks the kiss, yelling my name, clinging onto me

She's beautiful

Utterly beautiful

Pulling her away from the wall, I get her on the bed, going on top of her

Hooking one arm under her knee I push her legs to her chest, sliding my cock right into her waiting hole

Her hands grab at me but I'm not having it right now

Getting both of her hands in mine, I slam them above her head, holding her down as I start fucking her

She cries my name and I look down, watching the pleasure all over her face

"Fuck jagi", I whisper, "So fucking pretty like this, stuffed with my cock"

"So good...Yu..Yu...Yunnie", she hiccups, tears falling down her cheeks

"Look at you", I smirk, watching her body arch, feeling her cunt squeeze the life from my cock, "Such a mess under me. A tiny crying mess"

Not only is she beautiful but the fact that she's so little, that her cunt takes my big cock like a pro, turns me on like nothing else

I love that she's so little, so compact, love how she fits in my arms, in my lap, love how small her hand looks in mine, love how I can cuddle her like a plushie

Love how she cries for my cock inside her instead of telling me to get out or it hurts

Instead she begs me to bottom out all the time, wanting to feel all of me inside her

And I give her what she wants

Moving my eyes down, I watch her cunt cream up my length, a thick white ring of cream at the base of my cock, turning me on so much

Her pussy is so wet, the squelching sounds of her taking me so pretty

My eyes land on her tummy and I'm mesmerized by the sight of her tummy bulging every time I fuck into her

Up and down, up and down, her pussy gripping my cock so hard

"Yunho...I...I can't...", she sobs

"Too good baby?", I smirk

She nods, her beautiful brown eyes shiny with tears

"Gonna cum for me?", I ask

She nods again as I stuff her pussy with my cock over and over

"Go ahead baby", I tell her

Plunging deeply into her, my head rubbing her spot, she snaps, screaming my name at the top of her lungs as she orgasms

I watch her pussy squirt all over my cock, my lower stomach and lap, completely drenching me

Again

I let the utter ecstasy wash over me as I thrust into her and shoot my cum deep in her squirting cunt

"Joanne! Fuck jagi! Yes", I moan, leaning my forehead against hers, my body shaking against hers

God, it feels out of this world

I've never had such intense orgasms as I have with her

"Yunho", she whimpers

I let go of her hands and she immediately moves them to my face, cupping my cheeks as she kisses me in such a sweet, gentle, loving kiss

I let her love wash over me while giving all of mine into the kiss

Pulling out of her, I shift next to her, pulling her right against me, our lips never leaving each other's

"I love you", she says, when the kiss finally ends

"I love you", I tell her, smiling softly, running my fingers in her hair

She snuggles into me, her head under my chin, kissing my neck softly, "Do we have to get up?"

"Yeah baby, unfortunately we do. In a few minutes"

"Wah", she whines, making me smile

"Well jagi, we can get food like you wanted to"

"Oh yeah", she giggles, "I'm even more hungry now"

I chuckle, kissing her forehead and enjoy holding her for a few more minutes

We eventually get up, clean up and get dressed

She takes my hand, tugging on me to bend down

When I do, she presses a sweet kiss to my lips

"Ok now food!", she exclaims, pulling me behind her and I follow, laughing

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Kinkmas Day 5 (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (m! and f! receiving), roleplay, semi-public sex

WC: 1.6k

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

You are nothing short of determined as you enter the concert venue–determined to capture Eddie Munson’s attention.

You’ve been a Corroded Coffin fan since their days at the Hideout back in Hawkins, Indiana. Now they’re touring the country, gaining popularity with each show they play.

They’re in Indianapolis tonight, for what they’ve affectionately nicknamed “Corroded Christmas,” but it’s really just an excuse for the guys to be near their families during the holidays. It’s also the perfect opportunity for you to finally make a move; you’ve been pining after the lead guitarist and singer since the two of you crossed paths in high school.

Smoothing down your short pleather skirt and adjusting your fishnet stockings, you sip on a vodka tonic and make your way to your front-row seat. There are dozens of young women chatting excitedly as you all wait for the band to make their way to the stage.

After what seems like an eternity, the four men take their places. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Eddie; he looks delicious in his cropped Metallica tee, jeans slung low around his waist, revealing the happy trail that leads to a part of him you’re dying to taste. The rings on his fingers clang against the neck of his guitar, gripping it tighter as he smiles down at you.

At. You.

“How are we doing, Indianapolis?” Eddie shouts into the mic. His call-out is met with feminine screams and cheers, and he grins at his bandmates cheekily. “I think they’re ready for us, boys.”

You’re swept up in the music for the concert’s entirety, your gaze never leaving Eddie’s. Maybe you’re just imagining it, but you swear he’s singing to you the whole time. You’re not entirely convinced until he grabs the mic stand, practically straddling it, and croons, “This next song is for the sexy little thing in the front row.” He reaches out his hand to you, hoisting you on stage.

Your heart beats wildly as he starts singing in his gravelly voice, eyes glued to you in your skimpy outfit. You’re all-too aware of the way your Corroded Coffin top barely covers your breasts, and you have a feeling that Eddie is, too. He lets his arm snake around your waist, holding you to him as he croons,

Yeah, your body is too much

And I’m beggin’ for a touch

Let your clothes just hit the floor

Nothin’ but skin, still I need more

Curves on fire, can’t resist

Got me pleading for a kiss

Won’t let this moment go to waste

Please, baby, give me just a taste

Eddie lets his hand drop from the small of your back, grazing along your outer thighs as he smirks playfully. “Stick around after the show, okay, Sweetheart?” he murmurs in your ear, away from the microphone so no one else can hear his request.

You nod, still enchanted under his spell as he gently lowers you back onto the floor. While the earlier part of the show flew by, the remaining three songs seem to drag as you wait for the concert to end. They finish their encore, and Eddie nods in your direction as he points to the side of the stage. He whispers something to the security guard, who gives a knowing smile as he lets you pass through.

Eddie’s eyes light up when he sees you walk into his dressing room, kitten heels clicking on the linoleum floor. “Hey there.” He drinks you in with his big brown eyes, motioning for you to come sit on his lap. “Was hoping you’d take me up on that offer.”

You giggle, tucking his hair behind his ear. “I could never turn down an offer from Eddie Munson,” you counter. “Don’t think I can say no to you, ‘f I’m being honest.”

He throws his head back, resting his hand on your ass. “I was gonna give you a tour but, uh, there’s something else I need to do first.” You know exactly what he means; you can feel him underneath you. “D’you mind lending me a hand, baby?”

“I can lend a hand…or a mouth,” you reply coyly, shimmying onto your knees between his muscular thighs. “Been dreaming about doing this to you,” you admit, busying your hands with his signature handcuff belt buckle.

You pull his hard cock out of his boxers as he hisses at your touch. Leaning down, you lick the length of his shaft, closing your lips and swirling your tongue around the tip. He moans, weaving his thick fingers into your hair and gently pushing your head closer to the thatch of curls at his groin.

“Mmm, that mouth of yours is fuckin’ dangerous,” he pants, and you use that as an excuse to increase your pace. You cup his balls, playing with them lightly as he lets out another groan.

“I’m not gonna last if you do that,” he warns, though he doesn’t sound too upset about it. “Swear to God, you give the best head I’ve ever gotten.”

You hum your acknowledgement, and the involuntary buck of his hips leaves you gagging. “Open your throat for me, take all of me, thassit,” he coos, and you do as you’re told. Your tongue traces along the pulsing vein, and you know you’ve found his kryptonite. “Gonna cum down that pretty little throat, fuck, Sweetheart.” He thrusts into you a few more times before you taste his release, hot and sticky.

You swallow, sticking out your tongue to show him that you took down every last drop, just as he’d asked. He wipes his sweat-slick hands on his pants and grins.

“Now it’s your turn,” Eddie announces, a gleam in his eye. You look at him quizzically, and he just chuckles. “You thought I was just gonna fuck your face and ask you to leave? I’m a gentleman, I’ll have you know.” He stands up, motioning to the chair where he was just sitting. “Your throne, Princess.”

Your eyes widen as he loops his fingers into the holes of your fishnets, pulling on them hungrily until they rip. “They were in the way,” he explains with a shrug. He pushes your skirt up around your waist and tugs your thong down, shoving it in his back pocket. “A little souvenir.”

“Thought you said you were a gentleman,” you chide, shivering as he pecks small kisses onto your inner thighs.

He raises his eyebrows and lifts his head. “I am! I’m a gentleman who needs something to remember you by.” His mouth makes its way to your cunt, first licking at your folds softly, then pushing his tongue deeper until he reaches your clit.

You squirm as he grazes the tender bud, making him laugh into you. “S’needy already, aren’t we?” he teases. “Barely even touched you.”

“J-just really wanted this,” you whimper.

“Better make it worth your while then, huh?” Eddie pulls a black hair tie from his wrist and fashions his mane into a messy ponytail before diving back between your legs. He sucks on your clit, beaming as you moan his name over and over: Eddie-Eddie-Eddie-Eddie.

“Thas’ right, Sweetheart; let everyone know that Eddie fuckin’ Munson makes you feel this good.” He replaces his lips with his thumb, rubbing you harshly until your legs are twitching around him. His tongue plunges into your wet pussy, nose nudging your most sensitive spot, and your eyes roll back with pleasure.

“Eddie, keep going, please don’t stop,” you beg, craving the overstimulation. He’s eating you out like it’s his last meal, licking and sucking noisily. “Jus’ like the song,” he mumbles, “needed a taste f’you, baby.”

Your mind is drawn back to your moment together on stage, being serenaded by your high-school-turned-celebrity crush. The way he looked at you as if he couldn’t ever get enough, like you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

He’s pressing his strong hands into your hips, holding you down while you ride out your orgasm. “‘M coming,” you cry out shakily, overwhelmed by his touch. “Coming for you, Eddie, all because of you.” You reach your peak with a breathy moan, and he slows his pace to bring you back down.

You bite your lower lip as you watch him stand up and wipe his mouth, slick with your pleasure. “That was so hot,” you murmur as he swoops down to kiss your lips. You’re still high on the adrenaline of it all.

“D’you think I could take my favorite groupie out for a drink?” he asks, smiling sweetly as he cradles your cheek in his hand.

“I dunno,” you tease, “my fiancé might not approve.” You reach into your skirt pocket and pull out the diamond engagement ring, sliding it onto your finger. You’d felt naked without it the whole night.

Eddie laughs out loud. “Let me check with him.” He taps his chin as though he’s thinking about it. “Yeah, he says it’s fine.”

It’s your turn to giggle at his lame joke. “Well, then, I’d love to.” You slip your hand into his as the two of you walk from the venue to the limo waiting for him outside.

He rests his head on your shoulder as the driver pulls into the road. “I love you, baby,” he whispers into your neck. “Perfect girl for me. Next time, I’m gonna be the one to surprise you at work. We can play doctor and patient…love seeing you in that little lab coat.”

You kiss the top of his head and snuggle into him. “I love you, too, Eddie,” you tell him. “But if you interrupt me in the middle of surgery, you’re going to actually need a doctor.”

“Noted,” he chuckles. “Then maybe you can just bring the lab coat home? With nothing underneath?”

You smile, noticing the bulge forming in his pants. “I think I can manage that.”

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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Outta My League || Part 1

Charles Leclerc x Girl Band Lead Singer!Reader

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Summary: Charles realises he has it bad for the lead singer of the girl group F1 sponsors.

A/N Basically the reader is taking the place of Perrie from Little Mix but won’t be the same person to try and keep this inclusive. There will be a part two.

Requested By Anon: Hi bubs!I don't know if you're accepting requests but If you are,can you do a Charles Lecrerc one with girlgroup singer!reader? Something like,her group (could be little mix please?) are invited to a race by Ferrari (their sponsor too maybe?idk)to perform,and each of the girls are sporting one of the racers numbers to kinda support them and while they are performing Charles is just head over heels for reader? And he gets flustered because the other boys tease him for it and maybe he gets a little jealous too because he's not the only one there that tries to get her number and go out with her LOL. A little especific,sorry but you can add anything you want,feel free. Thank you love❤️

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Staring in the mirror at your reflection you took a deep breath, this would be the biggest performance of your life. When you were first approached with the idea of Formula One starting to bring in live music to the racing weekend, there was no way you could turn down the opportunity, especially with them being one of your biggest sponsors. Without them the group wouldn’t be what it was today, you owed them for your success.

Your stomach was churning, your skin felt clammy and your mind was spinning and it was all down to the nerves.

You couldn’t tear your gaze off your outfit that your manager had decided was right for this event. The longer you looked at it the more you hated it, how they thought that hot pants and push up bra and cut out crop top would be suitable for an event like this would always baffle you. Pairing it with the fact you were at Silverstone and the British weather was unpredictable at the best of times. This was just a recipe for disaster. The outfit only just covered everything it needed to cover, there was now way you were going out to perform wearing this.

Reaching for your oversized Ferrari hoodie and ripped jeans you quickly pulled the garments over your body feeling more comfortable as you stormed out of your dressing room going to find your manager.

The girls saw the pissed expression that graced your face and knew to keep their distance whilst you went to kick off. They knew you well enough that it was the outfit you weren’t happy with, they knew this meant so much to you, especially with your close connection to the racing scene and your close relationship with Sainz seeing as you grew up with him.

You didn’t bother knocking on your manager’s door as you barged in, interrupting her lunch.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?” she asked, looking up from her food.

“Tell me what the fuck the outfit you want us to wear is?” you snapped, folding your arms across your chest.

“You don’t normally have an issue with what you go out on stage in.” she said, raising her brow at you, not sure why there was an issue now.

“This isn’t a fucking tour gig.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at her, not caring if you were acting like a diva right now. “Do you really think that anyone here would be happy if the girl band they are sponsoring and putting their money into walked out to their first live music event wearing next to nothing?”

“The drivers would like it.” she shrugged, reaching for her coffee. “You and I both know that sex sells.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you knew you would have trouble when your previous manager had to step down for family reasons and she took over. All she cared about was money and practically pimping you and the other girls out.

“Fuck this,” you growled, spinning on the balls of your feet. “We won’t be performing in the thing you call a suitable outfit. I will find us something more suitable.” you spat over your shoulder, before storming away.

The sooner you got rid of Satan herself the better.

Now the pressure was on, you only had a couple of hours to come up with something more suitable for this evening.

As you rushed back to your dressing room the idea hit you.

Each of you would wear one of the driver’s shirts pairing it with a pair of ripped skinny jeans with the chequered flag pattern down the sides. A smile appeared on your face as you pictured the outfits, it would be perfect. All you needed to do was get hold of some shirts with the drivers number on the back.

Pulling your phone out of the pocket you dialled the one person you knew would be able to help.

“Carlos necesito tu ayuda. Carlos, I need your help.” you breathed as soon as he answered.

“¿Ahora que? What now?” he sighed, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, I just flipped out at our manager. The outfit she wanted us to go out in was barely an outfit.” you sighed, “She has completely lost her mind.”

“So where do I come into this?”

“I need you to get me some driver shirts.” you hummed, kicking your feet up on the table, leaning back on your chair. “I need two Ferrari shirts, with yours and Charles’ number on the back, one Alpha Tauri with Pierre’s number and one Mclaren with Danny’s number on.”

“When do you need these?” he asked, a playful tone in his voice.

“In an hour’s time.” you said quietly, knowing that you were pushing your luck on time.

“Buen trabajo te amo. Good job I love you.” he chuckled. “Gimmie half an hour and I will come to your dressing room.”

“You are the best.” you grinned, staring at your reflection. A feeling of relief washed over you as you said goodbye to Carlos, ending the call.

You knew he would be teasing you for your choice in shirt, he was the only driver to know who you had a crush on. A crush that had been hidden for many years.

Being childhood friends with Carlos meant you were well known through the paddock and not just as the lead singer in a girl band. Everyone treated you normally so whenever you needed an escape you tagged along with Carlos and the Ferrari crew. So you and Charles quickly built a solid relationship, you were always causing trouble, pulling pranks on Carlos and laughing till your stomachs hurt.

But you knew he wouldn’t feel the same way you did so you never pursued him.

“I couldn't get hold of any polo shirts with numbers on but I managed to convince people to give me their spare fire suit top.” Carlos grinned, strolling into the chill out room you and the girls were occupying.

Looking up from your phone, you grinned at your best friend as he automatically tossed Charles’ fire suit top. Instantly your senses were overwhelmed by Charles aftershave.

“Urm, did you just raid everyone’s dirty laundry?” You asked, raising your brow at Carlos who was standing smirking as he placed the remaining tops on the coffee table.

“Of course not.” He chuckled, the smirk on his face growing wider as he spoke. “But Char already had his on when I went searching and I just got lazy so I made him take it off and find his other one.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you knew he was still trying to play matchmaker between you and Charles. You weren’t sure why when you were adamant that Charles didn’t feel the same way.

Checking the time you realised that you were needed for a sound check in five minutes.

“Right you are gonna have to disappear.” you hummed, pushing yourself to your feet, giving him a hug before ushering him out of the room.

“See you in a bit,” Carlos smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Once he had left the room you sighed, knowing that you were going to be teased regarding your choice of driver’s shirt.

“Okay, you have the time it takes us to walk to the stage to take the piss outta me.” you laughed, tossing Charles’ shirt on the coffee table with the others, trying to ignore how the smell of his aftershave made you feel.

“Who said we were gonna tease you?” Jade smirked, following you out of the room.

“It would be the first time you didn’t” you laughed, as you guided the guys out to the stage.

“Everyone knows that you are so in love with Leclerc.” she winked, “I swear any time you are near him you get literal heart eyes and you get all giggly.”

“I do not.” you pouted, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Babes, you really do.” Jesy joined in, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “Everyone can see it, bar you and Charles.”

“Whatever” you huffed, shrugging off her arm before climbing up onto the stage.

You needed to push the thoughts of Charles out your mind, you slipped your in-ear monitor in ready to get this sound check out of the way so you could chill out, maybe bugging some of the drivers before the show.

Charles was sitting in the Ferrari motor home when he heard the angelic sound of your voice, the sound alone made his heart beat double in speed. It had been a couple of months since he had last seen you due to the latest tour. During that time he thought he could get over this crush he had on you but it was no use, with every instagram update and facetime you had with Carlos he felt himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

When he found out that you and the girls would be performing after the race at Silverstone he thought he was going to burst with excitement. Pushing himself to his feet he found himself following the sound of your voice, it was a natural reaction and he couldn’t wait to see you doing what you loved.

The closer he got he felt his heart rate increasing, his palms were starting to get clammy and his stomach was flipping.

He didn’t want you spotting him so he hid behind one of the concrete barriers of the track. He felt himself sink down until he was sitting on the floor leaning against the concrete letting his eyes flutter closed listening to the sound of your voice.

“Je savais qu'il serait ici. I knew he would be here.” Pierre shouted over his shoulder to Carlos and Daniel. “He is never too far away from Y/N.”

“Can’t a guy just have some peace?” he sighed, running his hands over his face.

“I mean it is a bit stalkery.” Daniel shrugged, with a large smirk on his face.

“I just like her voice okay.” Charles said quietly, knowing that he wasn’t telling the truth.

The moment he knew you would be performing he knew he would get teased to fuck, Carlos, Pierre and Daniel all knew how badly he was crushing on you but never seemed to have the confidence to do anything about it.

Every time you two were together it was cute to watch, it was like you were the perfect match for each other but both were too blind to see it.

However he was saved from the teasing for a few hours as all of their phones went off with the notification that it was time to get ready for the race. Charles needed to push you from his mind and get focused on the next couple of hours of driving. But it wasn’t an easy task, especially with you being here.

Taking a deep breath you wrapped your fingers around the microphone, it was nearly time to walk out onto the stage and your nerves were in pieces. You knew it was risky walking out in Charles’ fireproof top along with the choice of songs you were singing tonight.

3 songs, that's all you were singing tonight and all of them were written with Charles in mind. You couldn’t help yourself, he was always the one you thought about when it came to writing new music. Two songs were the groups and then you were performing a cover of Yellow.

You had to remind yourself on how to breathe, the thoughts of Charles were taking your breath away. The feeling of Jesy’s hand on your shoulder brought you back to the real world.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Now or never right?” you shrugged, before you strutted out onto the main stage with the girls behind you.

The cheers and whistles brought a smile to your face but you still found yourself scanning the crowd for the one person you wanted to see the most. The moment you locked eyes with him on the front row you swore it was like you had just been punched in the stomach.

Charles watched in awe as you did what you did best up on stage, his heart practically stopped when he realised why Carlos stole his fireproof top earlier today. Seeing you wearing it made him realise he never wanted to see you in anyone else's clothes, he knew that was ridiculous as you weren't dating but it ignited something deep inside of him. The way you had styled it with your ripped skinny jeans, paired with your hair and make up, he felt all of his self control come apart at the seams. He was sure he had heart eyes right now but he didn’t care, you were taking all his attention and practically setting his world on fire.

“He has it so bad.”

“This is more than just a crush, boys.”

“Little Leclerc is in love.”

“They need to get together.”

“I swear I am going to have to lock them in a room together.” Carlos smirked, knowing it would gain his team mates attention and it did. “I keep trying to make them both see what's in front of them but they are both so blind.”

“What are you on about?” Charles asked, raising his brow at Carlos. “She is completely outta my league, there isn’t a chance that she would be into someone like me.” he said, trying not to let his voice crack as he spoke the words that caused his heart to ache.

“You two are both so dumb at times.” he laughed, slapping his hand down on Charles’ back.

“Écoute les paroles. Listen to the lyrics.” Pierre nodded, smirking at his best friend. “Ils sont à propos de toi. They are about you. Hell they are even doing a cover of Yellow by Cold Play.”

Charles froze at Pierre’s statement, he felt his cheeks starting to heat up as he realised his friends were right. These weren’t just random songs you girls had decided to perform, this was you trying to reach out to Charles on the sly and he was too dumb to see it. The fact you chose his number to wear over Carlos’, the fact you were singing Cold Play.

Everything was starting to fall into place in his head now.

Turning his attention to you he let out a long breath, running his hand over his face as you locked eyes with each other. The feeling was intense and it made Charles feel like there was nobody else surrounding him, it was just you and him.

He felt his eyes starting to burn from tears he didn’t realise had built up.

He needed to do something, he needed a plan. He needed you as his girl.

And nothing was going to stop him.

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Impatient - Part 1 (a.i.)

notes: i started this the night before 5sos' perfomance at pal norte so that's where it takes place :)

Warnings: SMUT, Ashton x reader, blowjob, cum, well in this part only talking about those things, dirty talk and a horny drummer

xxx

“Ash, you need to get on stage soon”

“I know”, he mumbled against your skin, “But you’re so hot. Why would you wear this tiny outfit when you know I have to perform?”

“It’s not tiny at all”, you laughed, while half heartedly trying to push his head away from where he kept nipping at your neck and the top of your cleavage. And it really wasn’t all that tiny, you were wearing a dark pair of jeans and a crop top. Which was admittedly quite low cut and maybe you had chosen that top on purpose because you knew he couldn’t resist you, but it was nothing that you would count as ‘tiny’.

“I can’t help myself when you look like this, babe”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re sitting behind a drum kit, isn’t it?”, you smiled, feeling the hardness against your leg.

“Mhm”, his answer was distracted. His hands were pushing under the top, cupping your boobs into his hands and squeezing them. You were thankful that they all had individual backstage rooms this time, even though all of them – except Ashton – had probably already ended up in one together.

“Ash”, you laughed again, which turned into a small whine when he bit the skin on your collarbone, “How old are you? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a pair of boobs in your life”

He stopped, pouting up at you. “I’m offended”, he complained, “And besides, I’m not seeing any boobs right now”

“You have like then minutes-“

“Plenty of time”, he argued and you gave in. Not that you would have declined this, but it was fun to tease him when he got a little desperate.

In no time, he had gotten your top of, unclasping your bra with practiced fingers, lips searching your flesh as soon as it had fallen to the floor.

“You’re such a boob guy”

He stopped again, that offended look on his face again. “Why do you have to insult me so much today?”

“I’m not insulting you”, you grinned, “Simply stating facts.”

“Do you want my cum on your boobs or not?”, he asked, yup, he was impatient today.

But you weren’t done teasing him yet: “Oh, so I’m not even getting anything? Probably have to jerk you off, too, huh?”

“Well uh-“

“It’s okay, babe, we only have ten minutes, you can always promise to get me off once we’re back at the hotel”

He nodded eagerly, then mumbled something about only having eight or seven minutes now and fumbled to open his pants.

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Backstage

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Twenty-Eight: 69 or Oral Sex w/ Renjun

Words: 1,712

There’s something to be said for dating an idol when you too are an idol. Getting to see him all dolled up, feeling himself on stage, knowing that you’ll get to take him apart in all the way that his fans want to do to him.

Renjun is that for you.

Your group members and staff have no clue, by some miracle. You’re good at keeping secrets, but you would think that when you’re sitting in your waiting room, watching the TV that shows NCT Dream performing on stage at that moment, that they would maybe notice how intently you’re watching Renjun.

You would think that they would notice you mention Renjun at least a time or two during interviews when asked about other groups. You would think too that they would have picked up on you having a secret boyfriend when hickeys are uncovered and the makeup unnies have to cover them up for you with makeup.

But no one ever says a thing.

Then there are times like tonight, during one of these ceremonies and big concerts that come towards the end of the year, as your group lines up on the side of the stage to go out next, that you wonder how they can all be so blind.

NCT Dream is performing right now. And you are watching Renjun dance on stage, rolling his hips, giving a little thrust here, lifting his shirt to reveal his belly and the barely visible mark that you left the other night when you were last together.

You have to go on stage in a moment, but right now all you can think of is sucking your boyfriend’s dick. Just running your hands up beneath his shirt, dragging your bejeweled nails down over his belly, tugging his pants down so you can get at his dick, sucking until Renjun cums down your throat.

When his group files off the stage, wiping away sweat, accepting handheld fans from their manager, they walk right by you. Your group members bow respectfully toward the boys, the boys bowing right back. But Renjun looks at you, a warm smile, a sweeping gaze over your figure, a small wink.

God, you want him.

It’s been two days since you were last together, but you miss him. You’re at the point in your life where you just want to be with your boyfriend, like you don’t need to live in a dorm with six other girls. You want an apartment with your boyfriend, to eat dinner with him, to do laundry together, to fall asleep and wake up beside him in bed. You want to be able to have sex without trying to sneak around or plan ahead.

The girl behind you gives you a nudge, and then you’re walking out on stage, forced to push down all of those wants and desires and that horny urge that rests heavy in your core.

As you step out onto the stage you tug lightly at the hem of the short plaid pink skirt you’re wearing. All of the other girls are wearing them too in various colors. Your tops are all different, but your shirt is a cropped off the shoulder top that basically only covers your boobs.

You know that Renjun will be watching you from backstage. That he’ll be thinking about you. It’s something he’s told you before, mixed in with a complaint about how revealing all the stage outfits your stylist puts you in are.

“You just look so sexy on stage. Your fanbase has so many guys,” Renjun had complained as he touched all the bare skin that your fans can see when you’re on stage. “I know they all sit there, imagining fucking you.”

“And how do you know that?” You’d asked him, squirming as his touches turned to tickles.

��Because that’s all I think about when you’re on stage,” Renjun had spoken the words against your skin.

Tonight, you’re sure it’s no different than usual. The tight top, short skirt, the knee-high socks, your pigtails. It’ll speak to the schoolgirl roleplay that he’d mentioned before.

You get on stage, performing your heart out with your group, soaking up the screams and cheers and the voices singing along.

When you leave the stage, exhilarated by the performance, you all rush back to the waiting room, ready to change into your outfits for the final stage of the night where all the different groups come out to celebrate together.

You’re passing by the waiting room of the group that’s performing right now, when someone’s hand reaches out of the doorway and pulls you inside.

Renjun.

The door snaps shut behind you.

“We have about fifteen minutes I would guess,” he says quickly, already pulling you deeper into the room. “They’ve got one of the longer performance times of the night, and I think we need that, don’t we?”

You’re a bit confused until Renjun lies down on the sofa, pulling you down with him. “I watched your performance, and how many times do I have to tell you that if you’re going to dress like this on stage, I’m going to feel provoked? Now, I need you to sit on my face like I’ve been imagining for the last ten minutes, please.”

You take only a few seconds to slip your safety shorts off from beneath your skirt, letting them dangle from one ankle as you climb onto the sofa, straddling Renjun’s head as you sink down. He happily reaches up, hands on your thighs, pulling you down so he can lick along your pussy.

You lower yourself over him, quickly unfastening his belt, the button, sliding down the zipper, reaching into your boyfriend’s pants and getting his cock out.

Renjun moans against you when you take him between your lips, your hand covering what your lips don’t.

You’re both aware of the clock ticking on the wall, counting down the seconds you have to get each other off before you’re discovered by the returning other group or staff members for the group. Luckily, you’ve had practice with quickies--fucking fast in the van before his manager can come find you, blowing him in the stall at the radio station when they guested on your radio show.

Renjun’s hands run over your thighs and your bare belly, fingertips dipping up beneath your short top to touch your tits while he buries his face against you, licking and sucking, fucking his tongue inside your pussy. He rocks his hips off the sofa into the heat of your mouth, and you reach down to fondle his balls through his pants, swirling your tongue around his tip.

It’s exhilarating doing this here, in a place that’s really only semi-private.

You grind down on Renjun’s tongue, he’s really reaching the place that you need him to be, unraveling that hot knot of arousal that’s been tightening in your belly since you watched him on stage earlier.

When he reaches a hand up to squeeze your ass, slapping it lightly right as he licks along the length of your pussy, ending it with a sweet flick of his tongue and then his lips closing around you clit to suck at it, you finally lose it. Your orgasm quakes through you.

Renjun follows immediately after, feeling you cumming right on his face. His cum hits the back of your throat, and you gag as you try swallowing it all, happy to take everything he gives you, especially since you’re riding out your orgasm on his face at the same time, probably messing up his makeup.

He keeps licking you out until you pull your mouth off of his cock, and you drag yourself away from his mouth. “Oh my God,” you sigh, twisting around to lay down on his chest with your face in front of his now. His lip makeup is messed up a little bit, but not enough that anyone’s really going to notice. Probably. “If we weren’t hurrying, I think I would let you keep going.”

“Later,” Renjun promises, lifting his head to press a kiss against your lips. “I’m seeing you later, I don’t care if I have to break you out of your dorm.”

You laugh, dragging him in for a last kiss. “I’d love to see that, Renjun.”

He smiles up at you as you pull yourself away completely now, standing up beside the sofa. Renjun tucks his cock away and follows you into standing up. He checks his reflection in a nearby mirror, and you help him wipe at the smudged lip makeup until it looks better.

“Later,” he promises again as he walks toward the door. “I mean it.”

“I believe you.” You blow a kiss, and Renjun just smiles brightly as he turns and slips quickly out the door.

You wait a couple minutes, and right as you’re about to step out too, the door opens and staff and group members of this other group begin to flood inside. They freeze and look at you, standing there in the middle of their waiting room, your cheeks looking a little flushed.

It’s just luck that you’re good friends with one of the girls in this group, and you think quick and begin cheering for her and congratulating her group on such a good performance. You hug her, tell her again how good she did, and you start to walk out of the room when she grabs your arm and walks with you to the hallway.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you,” she whispers, “Or why you were actually in there, but I thought I’d let you know that you’ve got a little something right here.” She taps the corner of her mouth.

Your hand flies to your mouth, and with your face feeling very hot with embarrassment, you wipe at a tiny bit of Renjun’s cum that you’d missed. “Thanks. Listen, I--” you start, but then you see your manager walking down the hall towards you, probably coming to look for you after you’ve been missing for fifteen minutes. Quickly, you tell your friend, “I’ll tell you later.”

You wipe at the rest of your mouth and chin, hoping you didn’t miss anything else, and you hurry away to meet your manager.

#renjun smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #renjun #nct #nct dream #nct fic

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neverwanttofallasleep · 9 months

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I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Chapter 3

Word count: 4,519

For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost

Saturday, December 17th, 2022

London, England

“Freddie, can you hand that empty rack down?”

He passes the clothing rack to you from the back of the truck, before lowering the lift and jumping down himself.

“Thanks!” You call over your shoulder as you begin to wheel the rack toward the loading bay of the venue.

Almost all the gear has been set up now. The crew have been here since 11am, while you got to work from your hotel room. Your trunks of mended, cleaned and ironed outfits are the last thing to be brought in by the roadies.

The backstage area of this venue is much bigger than the last few you’ve been to. Usually, you stow all the trunks in the green room and just unpack what’s needed for each member of the band. Tonight, though, you have the luxury of setting up each trunk in the respective dressing room, with all the selected outfits for this tour available to each boy to choose from. Sam and Josh are sharing one room, Jake and Danny in the other.

The selections they’ve made for this tour are incredible, tailored pieces of black, white and shades of gold, all adorned with sparkly embroidery, rhinestones and sequins. You love seeing them all dressed up together, truly a vision come to life, and you feel so prideful that you’re the one that gets to look after these incredible garments while they’re on the road.

You’d spent your morning meticulously steaming Josh’s sheer, floaty golden robe, among other things, as per his requests. They all usually have a vision for each night, swapping out the pieces to give themselves a fresh yet cohesive look for each city.

Josh is partial to his jumpsuits, he has 13 with him on this tour. They suit his personality so perfectly, heightening that spunk and flair he naturally exudes. Your favourite is his gold velvet one, covered in embroidered white roses.

Sammy wears suits, no shirt underneath, always high-waisted trousers with hip-length jackets, and always with his signature pleated wing under the left arm. This tour he’d been rocking the sword appliqué on all his pieces.

“It’s my new thing!” He’d told you.

Danny has his own style, same-same but different from the rest of the band. Like Josh, he loves the sparkles and capes, but his outfits have to be extra-functional for drumming, so he usually wears a seperate bejewelled top and short cape with his classic, pleated satin pants.

Jake’s outfits are always your favourite. Like Sam, he wears suits, but with tighter trousers and cropped jackets. The silhouette reminds you of a military uniform, like he’s preparing for battle before he takes the stage. You love the many black suits he wears, all similar with unique gold embellishments, but your favourite is his white suit. Unlike his others, this one has lapels, and is covered in incredibly detailed gold archery motifs. When you first saw him in it, you’d felt your heart skip a beat. You’d tried to keep your awe to yourself, not wanting to inflate his ego further, but you had to compliment him. He’d looked phenomenal.

“This one looks the best on you.” You’d tried to sound casual, with a mouth full of sewing pins, as you marked the alterations on his shoulder.

He’d raised an eyebrow at you. “Huh. You think so?”

You nodded.

He hummed. “I’ll have to remember that.”

You’d smiled at that, your cheeks reddening.

He’s yet to wear it for a show, but you imagine he’s saving it up for a special one, perhaps when you return to the States. You always keep all their options available for them, as some people (Josh) like to change their mind a few times before settling on a look.

You eye the white suit as you open up his trunk, beginning to unload their selections for this evening’s show. You consult the list you’ve been emailed, hanging Jake’s rose suit and Danny’s black satin trousers and silver vest onto the rack you brought with you, triple checking for any loose threads.

It’s nearing 5pm, and you know the boys will be done with soundcheck soon. According to your itinerary, doors tonight open at 6.30. You’re keen to have everything set up before they come down, not eager to run into Jake after your strange interaction last night.

Danny and Jake’s bags are already stowed in the corner of the room, with an opened bottle of Jack Daniels on the dressing table. You sigh. The excessive drinking just proves to you that Jake can’t possibly be as unaffected by your situation as he’s putting on.

You’ve been replaying last night in your head all day, unsure what to make of it. He was obviously drunk, you knew that. But after the awful non-interactions you’d had earlier in the day, his desperation for you to stay with him last night was making your head spin. You want to confront him about it, but you decide that now isn’t the time. One last show, and you’ll be heading home tomorrow.

Once you’re satisfied with the set up, you head over to Sam and Josh’s dressing room. As you reach the door at the corner of the hallway, all painted black bricks and fluorescent lighting, you hear footsteps coming from the other direction. You poke your head around, and when you see Danny’s smiling face moving toward you, you step out fully.

“Hey, Y/N!” He gives you a genuine grin. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since we left Manchester! Busy day yesterday?” He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

If anyone can catch onto your mood without you having to say a word, it’s Danny. He can just read people like that.

You return the smile, realising he’s right. You’d been so determined to coop yourself up to avoid Jake, you’d missed out on seeing the rest of your friends.

“Sorry, Dan. I had so much work to do - had to fix your cape! Missed you though. How was your first night in London?”

“Fucking awesome.” He chuckles. “A few of the gang went a bit too hard, too early, though. By 1am it was only Josh, Jules, Meghan and I left.” He shakes his head. “How did Jake manage this morning? He and Sam were the first to bail.”

You give a little smile. “Not sure, I wasn’t with him this morning.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “Really? Surprised to hear it, if I’m honest. He wouldn’t shut up about you last night. Thought you might’ve finally broken your rule and done the deed.” He smirks.

You chew your lip and shake your head. “No, nothing like that. I saw him when he got in, though, he was in pretty rough shape.” You give him a rueful smile.

Danny is the only member of the band that you’ve really talked to about your friendship with Jake. Although he doesn’t explicitly know of your feelings, you imagine he has an inkling as to why you won’t cross that line.

As Danny’s about to reply, the other three boys emerge from the stairs at the end of the corridor, presumably making their way back from soundcheck.

Jake glances up and sees you, immediately looking back to the floor.

He’s embarrassed.

Well, at least that solidifies your theory that he wouldn’t have said any of it if he was sober.

Sam and Josh greet you enthusiastically, Jake giving a small nod.

You see Danny’s eyes flick between you and Jake.

“How’s the set up going, Y/N?” Josh places his hand on your shoulder. “Need us to do anything?”

You’re thankful for Josh. “Nah, I’m almost done. Jake and Danny’s is all good to go, I’m just heading in here now to unpack your trunks.”

He nods. “Easy. We can stay out of your way. We’ll just go hang out down the hall ‘til you’re ready for us.”

“Thanks, Josh.”

“Come join us for a drink when you’re done?” Sammy chimes in.

You glance at Jake, who’s still staring into space, anywhere but you.

“I’m alright. I’m going to meet Jules out in the gardens, she’s bringing us some dinner.”

Sam looks disappointed. “You gotta come in for a pre-show shot then, both of you. It’s the last night of Europe, can’t have you missin’ out.”

You sigh, glancing to Jake and back to Sam. “I’ll be there. Can’t let you go out on stage without a once over. Gotta check you for boogers.”

Danny and Josh laugh.

Sammy frowns. “I’m proudly booger-free, I’ll have you know.” He retorts.

You grin. “I’ll believe it when I see it, Samuel.”

The four of you giggle, and you notice Jake getting restless.

“Alright, gotta get back to work. See you in a bit!”

You shuffle around Sam and slide into the second dressing room.

“You want the last bite?” Julie waves her pastry at you.

You shake your head. “I’m good. The sandwich filled me up. Thanks, though. Just not a huge appetite today.” You take a swig of your now-cold coffee.

She hums. “I noticed. What’s on your mind, girl?”

You consider for a moment. If you can tell anyone what’s been going on, it’s Jules. She’s your colleague and your friend, and she doesn’t have any loyalty to the band. You feel the need to share what’s been filling your mind these past 48 hours, just to unload some of the stress.

When you look up from tracing circles on the lid of your cup, you find her empathetic eyes assessing you. “Jake and I had a fight.”

“Oh, babe. What the fuck happened?”

You feel your eyes welling already. “That’s the thing. I don’t even really know.”

She sips her coffee. “How did it come about?”

You tell her the story of the other night, explaining your worries about the friendship becoming too close, and your admission. You tell her how he acted yesterday, and even how he was earlier by the dressing rooms. Julie knows why you keep things platonic with Jake, so she gets it.

Once you’ve finished, she just sighs.

“So, you haven’t spoken since Manchester?”

You groan. “I think that was his plan, if I’m honest. But I caught him last night, blackout drunk and struggling to get into his room. He asked for my help, and he just seemed, well, normal.”

“Fuck. And did you? Help him, I mean?” She says through the last bite of her croissant.

“Yeah, I helped him inside and take off his shoes and stuff. Got him some water. He kept asking me to stay with him. Told me I was beautiful.” The tears are coming now.

Jules puts her hand over yours. “Babe, I get it. That would be fucking hard to hear. Especially after what you told him. I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve that shit.” She frowns. “That boy needs to keep his dick in his pants. He’s been leading you on, even if he doesn’t realise it.”

You hear the truth in her words, but the worst part is, all you can think is how you wish things could go back to how they were before. You’d take him leading you on over this any day.

You choke out a little sob. “I know that. You’re right. I just, I dunno. I just miss him.”

Jules takes both your hands in hers now. “I know you do, babe. And if that fucker has any sense, which I think he does, he’ll get his shit together and apologise.” She sighs. “I can’t tell you where to go from here, because I know it’ll be hard either way. But if you’re really prepared to just have a friendship with him, then I’m sure you guys will work it out. Fuck, he’d be an idiot not to.”

You laugh a little through the tears, throwing your arms around your friend.

“Thank you, Jules. I love you. I’m sorry to drag you into all this, but I’m so glad I have you.”

She laughs. “Don’t worry about me, girl. I fucking live for the drama. And I’ll always be here for you.”

“Right back at you.”

“I love you, too, Y/N. Just take care of yourself. Danny was right, you know. Jake couldn’t stop talking about you last night. Just don’t let him hurt you.”

You pull back and nod, sniffling.

“I’ll try.”

At about 7, after a brief crew meeting, you and Jules head back down to the dressing rooms. It’s time for her to start on Josh’s makeup, and you figure that his dressing room is the safest hiding place for you right now. At least Sam’s constant babbling and Josh’s telling him off will keep you entertained for an hour or so.

Sam mixes you a drink, some tequila and soda from their rider, and sits with you on the couch.

“Where’s Lennon?” You question. You realise you haven’t seen or spoken to her since breakfast this morning.

“She’s watching from GA tonight. Got some friends coming along. They have passes so I’m sure they’ll be back here after the show.”

“Oh, that’ll be nice for her. Anyone you know?”

“Yeah, a friend of hers from school and his partner who’s from here. We met up with them at the pub last night.”

You smile. “Ah, yes. The infamous pub. I hear you didn’t make it past 11, Sammy boy.”

“Neither did Jake!” He says defensively.

You roll your eyes.

He grimaces. “I was still hungover, alright? Plus, I needed my beauty sleep. I don’t get to just slap on some concealer and rhinestones to hide my eye-bags like some of us do.” He gestures to Josh.

Josh chucks a brush at him. “Hey, don’t come at me. It’s my war paint. I need it to focus.”

“It’s alright, brother. Not all the Kiszkas could be blessed with natural beauty. There had to be one dud.”

Josh throws another brush and Jules scolds him.

“Sit still, Josh, or you’ll end up looking worse than you fucking started.”

Sam chuckles.

When she’s done with Josh and given Sammy some shimmer, Julie leaves to go and sort out Danny, and you hang back to fuss over Josh and Sam.

With about 15 minutes till their set starts, Julie, Danny and Jake make it back into Sam and Josh’s dressing room.

When you see Jake, your breath catches.

He’s wearing the white suit, and he looks radiant. Looks like Jules has even talked him into a little eyeliner. You see him peek a glance at you before quickly looking away.

Why tonight, Jake?

Surely he had to know that would mean something to you. Did it mean something to him, too?

Craig and couple of the techs join you all too, including Freddie, and you all stand in a circle while Josh and Sam hand out shots of tequila.

You lean over to Jules and Freddie. “After this tour, I’m never drinking tequila again.”

They giggle. “Fuckin’ amen to that, sister.”

Josh clears his throat, and begins his pre-show toast. “Well, we’ve done it, folks. We’re officially on the last European show of this Dreams In Gold circus. I’d like to thank our fabulous team for working so hard for us these past few months. We know it’s been gruelling, but you’ve all done a stellar job at getting us places on time, making us sound and look beautiful,” he gives you and Julie a wink, “and keeping us from murdering each other. If I don’t see you, I hope you all have a wonderful holidays, may we reunite Stateside in the new year! Bajabule!”

“Bajabule!” You all cheer and toast your shots.

Across the circle, Jake makes eye contact with you, raising his shot glass towards yours.

You give him a meek smile, unsure how to respond.

You turn back to Julie and grin, downing your drink, as you hear a chorus of groans and coughs around you from the burning liquor.

Freddie gets a call through his comms.

“Alright boys, time to hit side stage.”

They all file out of the dressing room. You hang back to tidy up a little, Josh and Sammy having left discarded items of clothing all over the floor and couch. You pick up Sam’s underwear, grimacing as you toss them into the drawer of his trunk.

As you turn to walk out, you see Jake lingering in the doorway, looking at you.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late.” You say quietly.

He nods.

He goes to turn, and then stops, his eyes meeting yours again. “Like the suit?”

You sigh. “Yeah, Jake. I do.”

He smiles to himself and makes his way up to the stage.

The set is electric, you can feel the buzz of the crowd from backstage. The boys are really giving it their all for this last show abroad.

You watch most of it, unable to peel your eyes away from Jake in that suit.

Your favourite suit.

And he knew it.

You figure this is his form of an olive branch, but you mentally curse him for not choosing a less romantic gesture. It was sweet of him to think of you in that way, knowing that this was your passion, and this would be the most meaningful way he could show you he cared. You just wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.

He was always gorgeous, but this suit… it just made him angelic. You had a hard time keeping your eyes off him on your best day, but tonight, he was magnetic.

After shedding a tear during ‘Broken Bells’, Jules gripping your hand, you decide now is as good a time as any to start the pack up. If you weren’t waiting for them side stage, you hoped the boys and crew would just bring their stuff back to the dressing rooms. You just couldn’t be there right now. You didn’t want to see him when he stepped off stage, glistening with sweat and radiating with adrenaline. It would be too much. It was already too much.

Julie follows you, and you both solemnly keep to your devices as you rehang Jake’s rose suit into his trunk, quietly cursing him again. Julie packs up the pieces of her kit she’s left in each room, wiping her brushes, and leaving some makeup wipes by the mirrors for the boys when they return. You fold their street clothes and leave them in neat piles in their trunks, trying to be as prepared as possible. Julie helps you disassemble the now-empty racks, ready to be stowed back on the truck.

When you’re both happy with the state of the rooms, you steal two beers from Josh and Sam’s rider and head out to the loading dock for a cigarette, waiting for the chaos to ensue.

Pack down goes fast enough and pretty smoothly. You manage to successfully avoid Jake, finding his suit already hung up in his trunk and his street clothes gone when you to go close them up. Every time you and Jules cross paths, she gives you a sweet look or squeezes your arm gently. You’re so grateful for your friend, and so glad you confided in her. You’d thought about talking to Lennon, but really, you aren’t that close. Plus, she’s Sammy’s girlfriend, so you really don’t know where she’d stand. You make a mental note to text her later, as you haven’t seen her during the chaos. You figure she’s with the band, celebrating somewhere.

After everything is securely back on the truck and you’ve reported your checklist to Craig, you board the mini-bus, ready to head to your hotel room and crash. Jules sits beside you and rests her head on your shoulder. Truthfully, you’re beat. It’s been an exhausting few days, both mentally and physically. You’re grateful for the late start tomorrow, your flight out of Heathrow not until 3pm. You plan to sleep until the last possible minute.

When you finally get back to your room, you strip off your coat, crew shirt and black pants, tossing them in a pile in the corner for you to deal with tomorrow. You’re too exhausted to think about having a shower, and you mentally thank yourself for choosing not to wear makeup on show nights. You throw on a sleep shirt, braid your hair, brush your teeth as thoroughly as you can manage, and flick off the lights, eagerly anticipating the warm bed.

Once you’re bundled up under the covers, you shoot Lennon a message, wishing her a good night, letting her know you’ll catch up with her at some point tomorrow before you leave. You recall Sam mentioning they were staying in London for a few extra days, so you’d have to find her for a coffee before you head to the airport.

You’re elated about not having to set an alarm. You put some music on and switch off the lamp, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

You’re awoken by your phone ringing. You have no idea what time it is, but it’s definitely still dark outside. You’d put your phone on do not disturb, so it must be one of your emergency contacts. You groan and roll over, fishing by the pillow for your cell. When you finally locate it, you squint at the bright light, seeing Jake’s name flashing on the screen. 3.26am. You answer.

“Hello?” Your voice is thick with sleep.

“Can you open your door? I’m outside.”

You flick on the lamp. “What? Why?”

You hear Jake sigh through the phone. “I need to talk to you, Y/N. Can you please come to the door?”

“Okay. Hold on.” You hang up and roll out of bed, pulling down your t-shirt from where it’s ridden up over your belly. You tuck your loose hair behind your ears, and open the door.

Jake is standing there, hands in his pockets, still wearing his clothes from earlier today.

“What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Please let me in.”

You’re annoyed that he’s chosen to do this right now. “Does it have to be at 3.30 in the morning? Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’ve already left it too long. I need to say this now.”

He’s definitely had a drink, but he’s not drunk like you imagined him to be. Actually, he seems quite lucid. You take a step back and gesture inside. He steps past you, walks to the centre of the room and turns back to face you. You shut the door and look at him, unsure how to proceed, so you don’t. You wait for him to speak.

He looks nervous. He runs his hand through his hair, pacing the carpet, staring at the floor.

“Look, I, uh, I'm really sorry. I really fucked up the other night. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I was cruel and you didn’t deserve that.”

You let out the breath you’ve been holding. “Okay. Thanks for saying that.”

“I really mean it. It wasn’t fair of me to put it all back on you. I didn’t know that’s how you felt, and I reacted poorly. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You walk over and sit on the foot of the bed. “I’m sorry too, Jake.” He looks down at you with those soft, brown eyes. “It wasn’t fair of me to say that, knowing your situation. There was a better way of handling it. I’m sorry I put you in that position.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t need to be sorry. I want you to be able to be honest with me.” He sits down next to you. “You mean a lot to me, y’know, and these past couple days have been really shitty. I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t want to go home without explaining myself to you.”

“I appreciate that, Jake. I missed you too.”

He hums.

You pat the back of his hand where it’s gripping the edge of the bed. “Can we just go back to how we were before?”

He looks directly into your eyes, flipping his hand up to thread his fingers through yours.

He brings his other hand up to your chin, his index finger tilting your head up lightly toward his.

You can feel your heart hammering.

His gaze flicks to your mouth, then back to your eyes.

He leans in, ghosting his lips ever so softly over yours.

You lean into it for a moment. You’ve spent so long wondering what this would feel like.

It’s fireworks.

After a few seconds, you pull away.

“What are you doing?”

He frowns. “Isn’t this what you wanted? I know it’s complicated. You know I can’t be with you. But I need you in my life, Y/N. So if you want this, you know,” he gestures to himself, “I want it too.”

“Want what? To sleep with you?” You pull back further, so none of you is touching him.

He runs a hand through his hair. “I guess so? God, it sounds so crass when you say it like that. I just mean, you know what I can offer you. This is it. And I want you around. So let me give this to you.”

You sigh, running all this over in your head. You think back to what Jules said.

“No, Jake. I don’t want sex. I want to be friends, like we were before. If you want that.”

“What about what you told me the other night? This not being just friendship to you?”

“It is. You said so yourself. We’re close, and we like each other’s company. I want you in my life too. It’s just friendship.”

He sighs and drops his hands into his lap. You wish you knew what he was thinking.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I can’t stand not being around you. I need you, Y/N.”

“I need you too, Jake.” You rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Thanks for wearing my suit tonight.”

He hums. “I just wanted you to see me how I see you. When we ran into each other in the elevator yesterday, and you had my sweatshirt on, y’know…” He sighs. “I can’t explain it. It just made me happy.”

Your heart flutters.

“Can I, uh, can I sleep in here?” He puts his hand on your thigh. “I meant what I said, I don’t sleep the same without you.”

You giggle. “Of course you can. This bed is huge.”

He grins. “Good.”

You scoot back up the bed as he kicks off his shoes and shucks off his jeans, unbuttoning the bottom few buttons of his navy shirt and letting it fall to the floor.

“Alright. Move over, bed hog.”

You giggle and scoot over to your side as he climbs in.

You both get comfortable and you reach up to switch off the light.

His hand finds yours under the covers.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jake.”

“Will you come home with me for Christmas?”

Chapter 4

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Could you do more Marko X Reader fics? You can make it as filthy as possible. I live reading your work <3

Teacher's Pet 📏

Marko/GN!Reader

Summary: Marko has a new, fun game in mind for you. One that will test your vampire knowledge and your tolerance for pain. You show him all the hard things you can take~

Thank you @american-idiot-jpg for the request! I appreciate your patience and I hope you enjoy this! Also big thank you to @ghoulgeousimmaculate for helping pull me out of my writing funk and put this together!!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Professor/Student Roleplay, Costumes, Teasing, Flirting, Dom/Sub, Spanking, Fingering, Punishment/Reward, Sex on a desk, Bent over, Rough Sex, Praise, Affection, Blood Drinking, No specific genitalia/pronouns used

Marko was a sneaky little thing. Though he had a very chaotic energy to him, he was actually quite methodical. Whenever he was in the mood to play one of his devious little games, he was sure to set up everything exactly how he wanted it.

So when you found a particularly lewd costume laid across your bed, you knew he was ready to play with you.

It wasn't much material to wear. A small, white crop top that tied in the front, a red, plaid-patterned tie, some matching shorts, and a pair of black knee-high socks to go with some plain loafers. Before you even put it on you knew that the outfit wasn't going to leave much to the imagination.

You knew better than to complain though. Marko always got what he wanted, and if he desired to see you dressed like his own personal plaything, then so be it. With your body barely covered, you wandered through the cave taverns to find the play area Marko loved so much. You only hoped none of the other vampires would see you and make vulgar comments on your appearance.

Marko's special room was blocked off by a thick, red, velvet curtain. This time around there was a unique addition. A small sign pinned to one of the sides.

Professor Marko

Subtle as a flying mallet, that one. At least you had all the clues you needed to play along with his game. As you pushed the curtain aside, you only hoped he'd play nice with you.

"Come in."

Marko's voice was surprisingly serious in tone. You thought about how unlike him it was until you got a look at what he was wearing.

His usual leather chaps and elaborate jacket had been traded for a button-down shirt and khakis. His hair was tied back and on the bridge of his nose sat a pair of reading glasses. While he leaned up against an antique writing desk he glanced down at a book in his hand. It was almost like looking at a version of Marko from an alternate universe. One where he was a strict, studious guy and not a vampire hoodlum.

Still, even with his getup, a familiar, wild look was burning in his eyes when he caught sight of you.

“Have a seat, dear,” Marko ordered. “We don’t have time to dawdle. Your exam is in a week, and we don’t want to fail, do we?”

You gulped audibly as he pulled up a plain, wooden chair for you to sit in. He really did have the stage set for this little performance you two were going to put on. It made your heart race with fear and anticipation. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you nodded and made your way over to him, sitting down immediately.

Now you felt even more vulnerable. Your shorts were riding up a bit, showing off the length of your legs and thighs. Sitting down allowed Marko to drink in more of you, gazing with pure authority and power in his eyes. He truly was in control.

Marko enjoyed watching you squirm. The rapid thrum of your heart sounded so lovely in his ears. He kept his gaze trained on you as he strolled over to the antique black chalkboard and picked up the dusty white stalk.

“Our subject matter is lore,” he informed as he began scrawling on the panel, “in relation to vampirism…so tell me, how does one become a vampire?” He asked with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared at you, patiently awaiting your answer.

You had to admit, you were impressed. He really did think of everything. Probably went by the local thrift shop for his props. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. You knew everything about vampires considering you had been the mate of one for so long now. With your posture straightening up a bit, you confidently answered his question.

“There are two different ways to become a vampire, Sir,” you explained. “The first is by drinking a vampire's blood and completing a first feed and kill of a human. The second is by getting a direct bite and having your bloodstream corrupted.”

Marko jotted your answer on the board, smirking at the inflection of confidence that appeared in your voice. He could tell you thought you had this in the bag, being his mate for years now, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He wanted you to get cocky so that he could cut you down at just the right time.

“Very good! I’m pleased you remember that core piece of information, but tell me, what’s the relevance of religious objects to a vampire?”

“Religious objects are dangerous to vampires. Holy water burns the skin in small doses and melts it in large ones. The sign of the cross does nothing, but an actual cross will hurt a vampire. If you’re invited in somewhere, then they do no damage, but otherwise, they’re deadly.”

You wondered what other questions Marko had in store. Maybe this whole teacher scenario was a way to praise you and make you feel extra good. Perhaps the sadistic vampire was feeling a little generous this time around. Of course, that was an incredibly naive thought to have. You had no idea what deviant thoughts were circling around in that head of his.

Marko stifled a chuckle, jotting down the answer to your second question. He turned to face you, leaning against his desk once more as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Excellent work!” He praised. “You appear to be an expert. Perhaps you can answer this question for me—true or false, according to the Ancient Greeks, vampires can cross salt water.”

In a mere moment, your confidence was drained. Your smile fell and your eyes widened as panic overtook your brain. Marko and the boys hadn’t ever mentioned anything about salt water. This had to be a trick question.

All five of you lived by the ocean, meaning they were around salt water all the time. Surely they wouldn’t live in a seaside city if they were at risk of not getting around properly. The power of flight wouldn’t be stopped by a mere body of water….right?

“Um….it’s….true?”

Marko smirked, his Cheshire grin widening as his stern expression cracked.

“It’s false.” Marko tutted as he strolled towards you. “Water is an interesting topic in vampire lore. The Ancient Greeks believed vampires couldn’t cross running water. In a legend, all vampires were banished to an island, to be trapped for eternity. The Romani believed vampires couldn’t pass over water in general. In Transylvania, a common funeral practice was to walk the deceased through a river or stream to prevent the soul from following living so reanimation could not occur.”

You had no idea Marko was so versatile in different vampire lore from all over the world. From the moment you stepped into the ‘classroom’ you assumed it would all be a test on actual vampire facts. There was so much you didn’t know about cultural beliefs on the monsters you had gotten to know personally.

“I didn’t know. I….I’m sorry…” you said, feeling somewhat dumb now. What would your mate do since you got the answer wrong? You were already trembling in your skimpy little uniform.

“Let’s play a game, dear,” Marko proposed. “Studies say that learning through play is a highly effective strategy. I will continue to quiz you on your knowledge of vampirism and lore, and for every question that’s correct, you’ll receive a reward. But—” He paused for dramatic effect. “For every question that’s incorrect, you’ll receive a spanking. So if you’ll please, assume the position,” he ordered, gesturing to his desk.

If your heart wasn’t racing before, it certainly was now. Marko was acting like the sneaky little thing you knew and loved. You squeezed your thighs together, rubbing them as you felt the beginning hints of arousal rush through your body. The idea of being bent over and punished by his hand was as exciting as it was scary.

You would play along with this game, and do your best with each question. Whatever he wanted to do with your body depended on how well you did. With a needy, innocent look in your eyes, you nodded in acceptance.

“Y-Yes…Sir…”

Marko hummed as he watched you cross the room and lean over his desk, his eyes on your ass and thighs. The pants he had worn for his costume were already feeling quite tight in the front.

“That’s it, little one,” he cooed. “I’ll make a model student out of you, yet…bend over and spread ‘em wide…” He glided to his desk, grabbing a 36-inch long wooden yardstick along the way. He stood behind you, slapping the yardstick over his palm to get a reaction. He chuckled heartily when he saw you flinch.

“Now, next question,” Marko purred as he ran the wooden tool up the inside of your leg, enjoying the sight of you shivering in fear. “True or False, decapitation is an effective way of slaying a vampire.”

It was incredibly difficult to think straight when the massive stick was running along your bare skin. Corporal punishment was most certainly not in schools anymore, but Marko didn’t seem to care. If he had the opportunity to mix pain and pleasure with you, he would take the chance without a second thought.

You took a shaky breath as you tried your best to focus. This was a more of something you knew. The boys told stories about vampires they knew that had met an unfortunate demise. If there was no head, that meant the body was no longer any danger. Surely this question was straightforward with the answer.

“T-True!”

Marko chuckled, leaning forward to whisper into your ear. “Neither.”

“What?”

“It is neither true nor false. In fiction, decapitation is a suitable method for dispatching a vampire. In life, a few of our friends had died in the very same way, but in folklore, decapitation is merely a part of the process. An additional precaution after staking or other methods of dispatch. Take Lucy Westerna in Dracula, for example. The poor maiden was killed after being staked in the heart, but Van Helsing removed her head to be safe.”

“Another example,” Marko continued, “is a shoemaker in sixteen century Poland, formerly known as Breslau. The man committed suicide, but after burial, the townspeople were plagued by his presence. He appeared to them at night, assaulting them in their beds. When his body was exhumed, they saw that after having been buried for over seven months, his body had not decayed. They reburied him, thinking that would resolve the issue, but he still appeared to them at night. He stopped haunting his hometown only after his head and limbs were removed.”

“So…that means you’re wrong, little one.” Marko giggled, jutting his arm back to strike you on your bottom. He lingered in the air a few moments to watch your squirm before bringing the wood down with a thwack!

Your body jolted when the stick hit your skin. The flimsy pair of shorts were not protecting you from any pain at all, meaning you felt the full force of the impact. The flesh of your ass jiggled from the hit, giving Marko a very pleasant sight while you were dealing with the pain. It was so sharp and rough. If this was awaited you with every wrong question, you were going to have to step up your game.

“I-I’m sorry, Sir!” you whimpered. “I’ll do better, I promise!”

Sadistic chuckling greeted your ears. Even with the pain, you felt yourself rubbing your thighs together again. Marko really knew how to put your body through intense sensations.

“I forgive you,” Marko crooned as he rubbed your bottom with his palm. “But if you want to pass this exam, you must focus.”

You nodded, quietly muttering your agreement. Marko stepped back, perching himself in your chair. He crossed his legs, taking in the glorious view of your ass hiked in the air over his desk. He would love to fuck you over the antique cherrywood. But he’d save that for later.

“Next question,” Marko cooed as he tapped the yardstick against the leg of his chair. “True or False, vampires must sleep in coffins.”

Relief washed over you with that question. You watched the boys sleep every day. You KNEW this one, and you weren’t going to let Marko punish you again for something so obvious.

“False! They can hang from the ceiling much like bats,” you answered, trying your best to sound confident. “So long as it’s somewhere dark where the sunlight won’t harm them during the day.”

Your body was trembling terribly as Marko taunted you with the tapping of his stick. Even if you knew the answer was correct, you still mentally prepared for the slap against your ass again if this was another trick question.

The tapping ceased and you froze, keening your head to the side to listen for his movements. But you heard nothing, the vampire moving with a speed and grace left you terrified and confused. You didn’t know where he was or whether you were right or wrong until you felt his hands on your body.

You yelped, nearly jumping out of your skin when you felt his hands on legs. He gave your ass a slap, but it was playful not punitive. You jiggled and Marko snickered. His titter was light hearted and free from sadism. You had a feeling that you were in the clear, but with Marko’s unpredictability, you weren’t sure.

“Good job, little one,” Marko praised as his fingers grabbed the hem of your shorts. “You are correct…looks like you earned a treat.”

He pulled your pants down, exposing your bottom to the crisp air of the cave’s alcove. Prodding at your cheeks, Marko explored your body until he found your orifice. His fingers were slick with something warm and wet, no doubt his favorite brand of lube being used. That warmth teased you more as he began to slip a finger inside of you.

"O-Oh!" you gasped. Marko softly chuckled at your reaction. He knew your body better than anybody in the world, and he proved it as such when he crooked his finger to massage your insides. Your muscles relaxed and your voice let out a sigh as he touched you. He practically had you purring like a kitten.

“There’s my good baby~” he praised you. “My devoted little pupil. If you keep it up with the next question, I’ll be more than happy to give you more of this good touch.”

This time you didn’t answer him with your voice. You simply nodded, ready for more of what he had to offer. Whether the test would be hard or easy, you didn’t care in the slightest. You were just going to give it your all and chase that sweet high of pleasure some more.

Marko smiled as you cooed and sighed from his ministrations. He enjoyed toying with your body, feeling you pulse around him. The only thing that delighted him more was tearing into a throbbing vein or artery.

“Next question,” Marko continued with your quiz. “True or False, vampires are compelled to count millet when spilled?”

Another easy one. You thought such an idea was laughable. Getting vampires to start counting as a way to stop an attack. But you bit back your giggle in favor of another moan. The power of his fingers was just too strong.

"Mmmn…false, Sir~"

You arched your back as you pressed your hips closer to your 'professor'. If he kept this up you were going to be a happy little teacher's pet.

“Very good, my dear,” Marko praised. “You’re on your way to an A plus. Now, let’s see if you can answer this one,” he questioned as he pumped his fingers. “Is Count Von Count from Sesame Street based on the the piece of folklore we just discussed?”

You paused, thinking deeply about the question. You weren’t too sure about this one, but if you used context clues in relation to the name and the concept, it seemed obvious that is was.

“Y-yes?” You replied hesitantly.

Marko tutted, ceasing his movements and removing his hand. You whined audibly. Your insides feeling empty and neglect from his retreat.

“Sadly, the answer is ‘No,’” Marko replied with a sigh before stuffing his fingers in his mouth. He lapped away the edible lube, savoring the strawberry taste mixed with your signature flavor before carelessly wiping his hand on his khakis. Leaning forward, he retrieved the yardstick from his desk and raised it into the air.

“The Count is based on Bela Lugosi’s design and performance, but it’s never been explicitly said on screen that he was a vampire. The Count’s compulsion with counting and numbers is also purely coincidence.”

Your body tensed in preparation for impact. Of course Marko would pull the rug under you with that obvious trap or a question. You would hit yourself in frustration if your mate wasn't about to do it for you.

"And speaking of counting," Marko remarked, still holding the stick to keep your anticipation high. "If you count these next spanks out for me like a good little student, I'll skip ahead to the bonus question."

Knowing Marko, that could mean DOZENS of spanks. You were shaking terribly on top of the desk, wanting nothing more than to get this torture over with.

"B-Bonus question?"

"Yes, darling. It determines how I'm gonna fuck you. Sweet and giving or…"

Smack!

The yardstick hit your ass with a mighty strike. A yipe fell from your mouth from the fright of both the sound and sensation.

"Hard and rough," Marko finished his sentence, voice dripping with wickedness. "So get to counting, my little pupil~"

“Y-yes, Sir!” You muttered into the wood, eager and prepared to please despite your fear.

Marko raised the yardstick again and swiftly brought the thick piece of wood down with a hefty Smack!

“Aah! One!” You replied immediately, grunting your answer through the stinging pain.

He raised his arm one more and delivered another blow, forcing another moan from your lips. “Ugh! Two!”

Marko worked you over, punishing you with a twinkle of sadistic glee in his eyes. You counted, crying out in pain in between each delivery. But like a good student, you completed your task, the experience ending with you panting into the wood. Your bottom was tender and flushed, with thick welts forming on the surface.

You were in great pain, but as you rubbed your thighs together, you felt pleasure. A lust for him to take you. You couldn’t go on like this. Whether he fucked you or made love to you, you needed him inside you.

“Final question. Where did the idea that vampires did not hold a reflection first come from?

It was hard enough catching your breath after crying out for Marko with each spank. Now you had to get your brain to cooperate with you so that this final question could be answered. You forced yourself to relax. Focus. Really think about this.

Reflections. The boys didn’t have reflections in places they weren’t invited. When they were invited and they could blend in as humans, then the reflections appeared. That was a fact, but Marko wanted to test you on the lore of it. God, you wished you had done more reading in your freetime.

Thinking back to when you and the boys watched the iconic Bela Lugosi film for movie night, you thought about Dracula’s powers and weaknesses. In one scene, he slapped a box out of Van Helsing’s hand because it contained a mirror that showed no reflection. If that happened in the book it was based on, then that meant Bram Stoker originally created the idea.

It was a total shot in the dark. You had no idea if other writers or cultures had proposed such an idea earlier in history. Better give it the old college try.

“B-Bram Stoker…” you whimpered, shutting your eyes tight and waiting for Marko to tell you whether you passed or failed.

Marko pursed his lips as he eyed your trembling form. He was a little salty that you were holding your own. He was hoping you’d bomb miserably so he could have his way with you. He wasn’t in the mood for tenderness even though that was one of your options. So he decided to exploit a little loophole…

“Mirrors are an interesting thing in vampire lore,” Marko mused. “The first documented instance of vampires not casting a reflection does in fact appear in Dracula. But there are some folk tales that predate Bram Stoker that relate vampires to mirrors.”

“Mirrors don’t just reflect our physical visage, little one,” Marko continued. “Many cultures relate the mirror to superstition and the human soul—which is why it is common for the mirror to be covered after a loved one passes. In Romani culture, it’s believed that a corpse could turn into a vampire if a mirror is present. But nothing is explicitly said about the reflection. So, the mirror appears in lore before Dracula was published, but Draculal solidified it as a rule.”

“You’re both correct and incorrect.”

“What does that even mean?!” You gasped in confusion.

“That means we both get what we want~”

Before you even had a moment to process his answer, Marko had his hands on you. His fingers grabbed at your hips, pulling you backward so you were pressed up against his body. Long, thick claws sliced into your shorts, tearing away the fabric so that you were completely exposed to him.

Marko was positively insatiable. His long tongue licked across his lips in hunger while his eyes drank in your delicious-looking ass. He couldn’t stop himself from kneading the flesh. You whimpered softly when you felt his erection rub up against your body.

“You seem to do well with praise, my little one. But you need discipline to become the star pupil I know you can be~”

The vampire unzipped his pants with one hand while squeezing at your ass with the other. A lustful moan fell from his lips as his hard, aching cock was freed. He had been aching to take you all night, and now he was going to get what he desired most. Though he was gentle slipping himself inside your lubed hole, that was the extent to the tenderness of his physical actions.

“If you can take this, then I know you can take on anything~” he purred before slamming his hips into you. You let out a yipe, not prepared to go so fast so soon. Without thinking, you grabbed hold onto the sides of the desk, and gripped as hard as you could.

Marko ruthlessly pistoned his hips into you, demonic growls of pleasure falling from his fanged lips. If you could see his face, you would tremble. The vampire’s visage was nightmarish. Marko’s mouth was contorted into a wicked smile while his eyes blazed brighter than any jack-o-lantern.

He wasn’t Marko, your boyfriend, or even Marko the sadist. He was Marko, the monster and you were his plaything for the evening.

But despite channeling his inner beast, he cooed the sweetest words as he ravaged you. Things romantics would whisper to their lovers in the throes of passion. It wasn’t completely odd to you though. Marko found beauty and passion in things that people would label barbaric.

“That’s it, love,” Marko crooned. “You look so beautiful like this…my perfect human~”

“Oh!! Ooooh!!” you cried out for him.

Marko was a tough lover in every way imaginable. You would never fully get used to all the toys, roleplay and domination he loved to use on you. He was a viscious creature with decades of experience. It would take quite some time before you were caught up to even half his level.

And even so, you took it all eagerly. You let him do to your body as he wished. Whatever games he wanted to play would be taken on. He could control you from the inside out and always crave more. As long as you had his heart in return, you accepted him for who he was.

“My darling little one….fuck…my precious love…soooo perfect~” he purred.

His sweet nothings didn’t match his movements though. Certainly not when he grabbed a fistfull of your hair and pulled it hard. You cried out as he forced you upward more, wanting you nice and close as he fucked your brains out.

”I adore every little thought in that head, amore mio~”

Another yank to your hair was given, tugging sideways so your bare neck was exposed for the vampire. An eerie chuckle greeted your ears as he ran his inhuman tongue over your flesh, teasing the veins underneath.

“Let me cherish you. WORSHIP you. I’d perish without you~”

Marko sank fangs into your throat. His pearly white sharpened canines punctured your tender flesh, freeing thick rivulets of crimson that ran down your shoulder. You mewled in pain, but your whine quickly shifted into a sultry moan as Marko snapped his hips. He massaged a tender spot deep inside you. One engorged ridge that made you see stars.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth hung slack. Marko fed from you, pulling your life’s nectar from your body. You swayed on your feet as a high hit you. The sense that you were floating set in. That sensation coupled with the ministrations of Marko’s brutal pace nudged you closer to the edge. That peak where you’d tip over into the abyss.

“F-FUCK! Master…~” You whined as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, holding the pouty flesh hostage in between your teeth.

Feeling your body get closer and closer to the release was enough to push Marko towards his own. He unlatched himself from your neck and lapped at the last drops of blood as he kept railing you into the desk.

"Gonna cum for me, little one? Cum for your teacher and show me what devoted student you are?" he cooed. You nodded feverishly, causing him to smile so wickedly.

"I knew you were a good pupil. Come on, little love. Cum with me! Do it!!"

His command hit you like a goddamn truck. Your back arched against his chest and your head fell backwards. All of your limbs tensed up and your stomach contracted as the rush of orgasm consumed you. Pathetic cries mixed with his low moans. It was a truly beautiful sight.

"M-Marko!! Ooh my god~!!" you whimpered. The sweetness of your orgasm was already making quite the mess on the desk below you. It only turned Marko on more.

“If I could stay inside you for eternity, I would,” Marko cooed as he eyed the mess. “I love the masterpieces you make….”

Marko bucked into you one last time. He exploded inside you, his release bathing your insides with a flood of warmth in your lower belly. You whined as he twitched inside you, the writhing of both of your bodies making beautiful art together.

When the high of your pleasure finally subsided, you slumped over the desk again. You were completely spent, both from blood loss and Marko’s perfect cock. Either way, he was more than satisfied with how you looked underneath him. He was careful slipping out of you, knowing you had enough roughness for one day.

“There’s a good mate~” he cooed as he helped turn you over onto your back. You smiled sheepishly from how he stared at you with such intensitiy. “God, I’m a fuckin’ genius for getting you this costume.”

“You look pretty sexy yourself in that getup~”

Marko raised an eyebrow, amused by that statement. He slipping off the glasses with one hand and toyed with the buttons on his shirt with the other.

“What about what’s underneath this?”

Your shy smile morphed into a sly smirk at that question. The two of you kept the sultry gaze going while you wrapped your legs around his hips and tugged him closer again.

“Why don’t you show me, Sir?”

Marko liked that answer quite a bit. After all, as your teacher, he still had plenty of fun lessons to go over with you. He would be incredibly diligent with such an eager learner~

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povofjustme · 11 months

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Fake Lovers

Your are the singer of a band and a ‘rival’ of Tokio Hotel. The fans loved when you guy interact with each other. So the company make you fake date someone!

Part one

Georg listing x Black reader

Have fun love<3 - bc its not pr. I wrote in at 3 am. Didn't have time(:

I am a part of a girl band from the US. I have been singing since I was a little kid. At a church and school, I would be in a choir. I met my best friends in high school. Nia the drummer, Jade the basses and Alex played the guitar. We all had a love for music and from then, it was history.

Alex wanted to post a song that we had been working on for the longest. The next day the girls all woke me up, telling me that the song bowled up on YouTube. I never thought it would happen but now look at us. We made something of ourselves. Going on interviews and meeting up with big names.

We had a tour in Europe, surprisingly we had a big fan base over there. Nia, Jade, and I we’re in our practice room, thinking of more outfits for the upcoming show in a few days. “Hey, guys!” Alex came into the room with our drink she went out to get. “Hey babe,” I said with a smile. “So I was thinking, we can do a song for the stage broke.” are heads all turned to the left.

“Okay listen, there's a band here called... Tokio Hotel” “Oh yeah, I heard of them,” Nia said. She has always been the quiet type. The things that came out of her mouth surprised us at times but she kept us on task. “They are a really big group here. Girls are in love with them” Nia added. “They are not bad looking” We looked to see Jade on her phone looking them up.

“Well, I was thinking we can do one of their songs when we hit Germany” “That sounds good but girl... I will have to learn it in like 2 weeks. I know German but it's Arsch”. It was a really good idea, but I didn't want to fuck up anything. “I can help you G, you forget am half germen. I speak it at home,” Nia said. “I know, but people already hate me because am black. I don't want to give them another reason.”

“G, we will all help you, we have 2 weeks. You got this, We got this” Alex told me, All I did was shake my head. For the days leading up to the preforms, we would do a concert and after I would spend m. In my time with Nia, I learned the lyrics to the song Durch Den Monsun.

Now the two weeks are up and it was time to sing. Walking out on stage, we have seen so many people. Signs with our names and faces on them. They were so sweet and amazing.

Now is the time “Wie fühlen wir uns heute Abend? Ich weiß, wir sollten Pause machen. Ich wollte euch etwas zeigen. Bereit Mädels?” (How are we feeling tonight? I know we should be on break but I wanted to show you guys something. Ready girls?)

The guys gave me a head nod and we started on the song. It was 3 seconds into the song and the crowd is going wild. I could remember a thing after that. Now am back in the hotel room lying down. “You know you did amazing, you got all the words right” We stayed in two hotel rooms. I got the share with Nia. “Thanks, babe”

“G, wake up. Addy needs to talk to us” Nia told me “Girl what time is it?” “7 a.m., come on and get dressed, I have to go wake the other girls.” “Is everything okay?” “I don’t know. She told us to meet her downstairs in an hour or so. She told us to dress like ourselves. So go in the shower first, it takes you forever to do your hair” I laughed while she was walking to the next door.

We all met up in Nia and I's room to just do some finishing touches on our look. We all have a different look. Jade, Alex, Nia, and I all wore the same shirt differently but had the same dark blue jeans. I had washed my hair and it ended up in a curled-up afro which I loved. I had made my shirt into a high crop top so you could still see our band name and the dark blue jeans high-waisted.

We got downstairs to see Addy waiting for us. “Good morning my loves. I want to meet you guys to some people!” “Addy I know you are the manager and all but I might have to kill you if you try to wake us up again this early?” Alex said. “I got you guys food” “Okay I love you again” Alex added. “So what's up,” I asked

“Tokio Hotel saw your guys perform last night and they wanted to meet you, in person,” She said with a smile on her face. “Wait are you for really!” “Yes I am, and we have to meet this in 3 hours. The place is an hour away and I want you all awake so we will drive there. Get more food and meet up with them. Okay” “Yes” we added at the same time

“Let us get this shit on the road. Am want to sleep in the car” Alex had always been the outgoing one. Always speaking her mind and not caring. Jade was that way too but she had a filter. The car ride was okay. We called for a bit until Alex went to sleep. We stopped and ate and 15 minutes later we were at a company building. The man who was driving told us we had to go through the back, due to the fans.

Even going through the back there was still fans everywhere. All I could think was that this group made it far. Each of us had a security guard by our side until we got into the building and into the room we were supposed to be in. Addy opened the door, she was greeted by a man who I assumed was their manager. They chatted for a few seconds then he looked at us.

“It is so nice to finally meet your girls. My name is Max and am the boy's mangers.” “Hello, Max” “Hi” we each said. “Max can you give the girls a run down for today” “Oh yes, I know it's one of your breaks from your show and I premises you girls can all sleep in Tom-” All I was thinking at this time was just sleep. “You and the boys will have an hour to yourself. No cameras, no pictures, nothing. Just getting to know each other.” He looked down had his right wrist “Then in about, an hour and a half now. We will have you guys take group pictures together. Everyone in Germany loves you guys here and why not have two big groups show some love to the people but give them what they want? Yeah!”

The girls and I looked at each other “Excuse me, sir, what do you mean?” Nia was saying what we all were thinking. “The people want to see the group interact with one another. Is that fine with you guys?” Just nodding our heads yes. “All right, follow me!” He took us to a room, from the outside we could hear voices.

He knocked on the door. “Boys there here” He opened the door. The girls and I looked at each other. “So who’s going in first?” I asked “I say you G, You are a singer” “Yeah, G” “ What the fuck, why.?” You are the face of the group. Now go show your face first” I walked in with a fake smile on my face. The first person I see he a tall, guy with long brown hair. His smile was to die for and I only looked for 3 seconds before taking my eyes off him.

The rest of the girls followed right next to me in a line. “Now I want you all to mix in with each other. Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav. Meet G, Jade, Alex and Nia. We will see you all in an hour” I looked around the room, It was like an office space. A big round table that fit all 8 of us. Everyone got into a spot with a person we didn’t know. The brown-haired boy sat on the right of me.

“Am Bill!” He had the biggest smile on his face and his hair was as big as mine. He sat on my left “I always wanted to meet you all. You guys are amazing!” He finished “So are you! Your voice is beautiful by the way” I feel like I could talk to him for days without getting bored. “Do you only go by G?” “Yeah it is a stage name. And It is easier to say for people”

It took a while but everyone started talking to one another. It felt so good being about the talk to people who have the same passion that you do. We related to each other, not even an hour later and it felt like we had been friends for over years. Less than an hour.

I found out his name, Georg. He was talking to Jade about the animal when she brought up my name. “Oh G loves animals, She has like 5 dogs. Right G?” “Oh what's their name?” Georg had asked me. “Princess, Prince, Zoey and Zion. I only have 4.” I laughed, he was looking at me the whole time I was talking or anytime we talked. He would always be the one asking me questions. I just felt so open with him, I didn't know how to act. He made me feel somewhat. A safe way but I didn’t know if I wanted to get too close, just to keep out of making a fool of myself.

Right when I finished laughing with Georg the door opened. We didn't stop talking, we were all having a good time. “Okay guys, It's time to go,” Addy told us “It's off the the shot. Now would you all like to take different cars or take the bus?” Max asked. “We will take the same bus, I have so much to ask Alex” Bill and Alex were talking the whole time. They seem like they would become best friends by the end of the day.

I made sure everyone got a chance to walk out the door before I did. Georg stayed behind me. “You can go first,” I told him “No it's fine, please go first” “I really hope we aren't gonna fight about this” “We are not, because you will be going first” I walked out signing. I walked out to see Max and Addy waiting for us. We walked ahead of them. I looked behind me to see them talking, I tried to listen but I could hear nothing with Alex and Bill talking loudly.

We went through the first to get to the bus. There were fans everywhere. Since Georg and I stayed behind a little, we ended a stuck. With people trying to get on the bus. “Hold my hand, I will push us through this,” He told me and I told his hand and made it on the bus, safely.

I hoped you like it!

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

A Ballerina's Tale Fic

AN: Jack learns that love at first sight is definitely real

Synopsis: From the time Jack first spotted you at his concert on the Confetti tour, he just knew you were the one for him even if no one else believes it

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Dancer!Reader

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You had just finished putting the final touches on your makeup when Camila came bouncing into your room smiling at you and took a seat on your bed.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going tonight yet?" You curiously asked before taking your bonnet off to do your hair.

"No, it's a surprise. I know that you've been working really hard and my best friend deserves to have something nice done for her since she's always doing things for everyone else around her."

"I just do what needs to be done." You said while shrugging before looking down at your outfit which consisted of a black mesh crop top, ripped boyfriend jeans, and black and white New Balance 550's.

"You don't give yourself enough credit and come on because we need to get there early if we want a good spot."

"A good spot for what?!"

"Nice try. Not telling."

It was getting close to 6 pm and you were still confused on what was going on and Camila wasn't budging on telling you anything. And you were getting tired of standing in line. It wasn't until you kept seeing people in Jack Harlow merch that you finally caught on.

"Camila!?!?" You squealed and she just looked at you confused.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Is my surprise Jack Harlow?"

"Hmm, maybe."

"CAMILA!"

"Fine, yes! I made us leave early so we could get in the front."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" You said while tackling her in a hug and she quickly embraced you back.

"I saw where your future husband was going to be here so I immediately tried to hurry up and buy the tickets. It's the least I could do for you."

When the doors finally opened, the two of you made a beeline to the front of the barricade so that the two of you would be able to see and made a decision to go to the merch stand before the two of you left.

"Shit, I'm glad we left when we did since it helped us to be in the front of the line." Camila said while looking around as the two of you were now surrounded by an entire crowd of people.

"Yeah, that was smart."

"So, aren't you happy you called out of work tonight?"

"Definitely."

When Jack hit the stage, you were nothing but smiles and Camila was just happy that you could get a break even if it was only for one night.

This wasn't the first concert of his that you had been to, and knew that it wasn't going to be the last. It always took you an extended period of time in order to save up to go to concerts because of everything you had to pay for. You had to keep a roof over your head, your mother’s and your little brothers. It wasn’t the fact that you absolutely had to do that but you were going to make sure your brothers had everything that they needed.

The two of you were dead center in the front row and you couldn't help but notice that it seemed like Jack kept looking at you and you could have sworn that he sent a wink your way.

Or maybe it was just your imagination.

You put the thought in the back of your mind, until Camila brought up your suspicions.

"He is most definitely staring at you and that wink he did was all for you too."

"Do you not see how many people are in here? Let's be serious Mila."

"I am being serious! Maybe it's because your boobs are sitting perfectly. I knew what I was doing when I picked out that shirt."

"Bye Mila." You just shook your head and rolled your eyes at her.

"What did I do!? I'm trying to help you marry your favorite rapper!"

"Once again, let's be serious. There is no way in hell that I have a chance with him."

"You always sell yourself short and you have no idea how amazing you actually are. You never know what the future holds."

Your suspicions were true and Jack was definitely staring at you the entire night. He made a note in the back of his mind to try and find you after the show ends and hopefully be able to talk to you.

What he didn't expect was who he assumed to be your best friend to whisk you away almost immediately and he lost sight of you.

He didn't know what it was, but he was immediately drawn to you. He swears when the two of you locked eyes, that was it for him and he wanted to know your name and get to know you better.

If it was meant to be, the two of you would cross paths again, and Jack couldn't wait for it to happen.

—

There Jack was sitting with Drake in V.I.P. at Magic City to celebrate Drake’s birthday when he spotted you walk in.

His jaw immediately hit the floor.

Your hair was a little bit longer, but there was no denying that you were the same girl that caught his eye when he first saw you at his concert.

Hearing Urban's voice quickly got him out of his trance.

"What in the world are you staring at?" Urban asked his best friend since he had been distracted for the last fifteen minutes.

"That girl right there." Jack answered, nodding his head in your direction.

Pardon the way that I stare (The way that I stare)

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak (Words left to speak)

"Well, go get her." Urban replied while shrugging. Jack went and got any girl he wanted any other time so why should this time be any different?

"Hold on, I can get them to come to us." Drake said, grabbing the attention of one of the bottle girls and asked her to bring the two of you over to V.I.P.

Not even ten minutes later, you were following Camila into the V.I.P. area and she was all smiles while you just wanted to go home.

Until you made eye contact with him and his heart was doing backflips.

He waved you over to come and sit by him while of course Camila went straight to Drake.

"What's your name, pretty girl?" Jack asked while smiling at you.

"Y/N. And my best friend over there is Camila." Jack just knew that you could probably hear his heart about to burst out of his chest. Your voice was angelic and he couldn’t get enough of hearing it.

"But I didn't ask about your best friend, I asked about you. You enjoying yourself?"

"I'll be honest. I kinda wanted to stay at home and watch Netflix, but she dragged me."

"I'm happy you came, otherwise we would have never met."

By Jack saying this, you instantly got a smile on your face.

"So tell me all about Y/N. You in school?"

"Nope."

"Okay what you do?"

"I'm a dancer and quick question, are you a cancer?"

"Hell nah. Where you dance at?"

"Blue Flame, that shit be jam packed."

"Damn facts? So where your man at?"

"What's that?" You asked before you started to laugh, giving Jack a dumbfounded look.

"I don't need a man, she my other half. We got something not a lot of others have and I feel like I knew her from the past. I mean at this point we're like lesbians." You said and laughed once again.

"Hmm, you sure about that? Look and see for yourself."

You looked over to see Camila all over Drake and he was loving every minute of it.

"Doesn't surprise me at all. She gets like that sometimes."

"What days you dance at Blue Flame?"

"Friday through Sunday with an occasional weekday thrown in there."

"I'll be here for a few weeks so I might have to take you up on that offer."

"I'll be sure to keep an eye out for you. And private dances are extra if you were wondering. Are you in Atlanta often?" You curiously asked and Jack simply nodded.

"That's fine. You're the only person I want to see anyway. And I definitely look at it like a second home."

You were usually shy so the fact that you were just having a conversation with your celebrity crush and not falling out was surprising.

"I think I caught on since I know that you've been eyeing me since I walked through the door."

"Damn, and here I was thinking I was being discreet." Jack replied while laughing.

"It's okay. I feel that you're someone who goes after what he wants." You said and Jack moved closer to you if that was even possible.

"And what do you think I want?" He whispered in your ear and you felt the floodgates opening up down below.

"Let's take a wild guess and say me."

You don't know where all of this confidence was coming from, but you were grateful for it.

The last thing you wanted to do was look like a fool in front of him.

Jack simply laughed before kissing the shell of your ear.

"I think we have a winner."

"Hmm so, why don't we leave and I can give you a little preview of a dance I've been working on."

Without a second thought, Jack was on his feet and held out his hand to help you up.

This caught Camila's attention.

"Damn, it actually looks like my bestie is living a little. Jack, you better take care of my girl."

"You definitely don't have to worry about that."

You and Jack had been together for at least a month now when he was approached by Neelam one morning. She was shifting her weight back and forth and Jack was not paying her any attention. He figured if she had something to say then she would say it.

"I… I don't want to get in your business." And there it is.

"Then don't."

"But… a stripper? Really?"

"Why does everyone have a problem with what her profession is? It's not like she's out here having sex with the people she dances for."

"You don't know that, she's probably a gold digger who is going to hurt you in the end."

"Do you know how much money she makes in one night? Being a gold digger is at the very bottom of her list."

"Look, I'm just trying to protect you and a few other people agree with me. We just want the best for you and not to do anything to mess up your career. You've worked so hard for this and shouldn't let a girl ruin that."

"I can focus on my girl and my career and it's no one else's fucking business. I'm not going to stop seeing her just because a few people don't like it. None of you even know her and I haven't even brought her around. But I guess if all of you feel like this and don't care to see me happy then I won't. Judging someone and you don't even know her."

“Look, I don’t want to upset you.”

“Too late for that.”

“But Jack if you decide to go public with this girl, which you should most definitely NOT do, how do you think it’s going to look?”

“And why do I give a fuck? I mean seriously. I like her for her. She does what she has to do to make a living.”

“Your image, that's why! You’ll be making my job ten times harder.”

“Oh, so this is about you now?”

“Jack, that isn’t what I meant.” Neelam said while blowing out a defeated sigh.

“Sounds like it. So I just have to go along with what everyone else wants me to do and not be happy?”

“No… I….”

“She is about to be here in thirty minutes and she’s excited to meet all of you. So I suggest you and whoever else has a problem with someone that they don’t even know get their shit together and be nice to her. Because if she tells me otherwise it’s going to be a problem. Don’t mess this up for me. This has been my most serious relationship since fucking high school. I will never forgive yall if yall fuck this up and run her off.”

“She’s a stripper, you can literally find one in every city!”

“We’re done with this conversation and I meant what I said.”

“Fine.”

Jack had invited you to come with him while he did a few festival shows and you were able to get off for two weeks in order to spend time with him. In order to be able to make sure all your bills were covered, you taught the little ones in the morning and had been at Blue Flame consistently every night for three weeks straight. You admit that you were nervous meeting everyone else because the only person that you had been around besides Jack was Urban. He quickly took to you once he saw how happy you made his best friend and didn’t judge you on what your profession was.

That was the main thing that you were scared of. You weren’t embarrassed and absolutely loved what you did, but when you told people when they asked what your profession was people tended to look down on you and that is the last thing you wanted from anyone on Jack’s team because you knew how important they all were to him and wanted to make a good impression. You couldn’t pursue your dreams of being a ballerina so this was the next best thing, you got to dance and pay your bills.

You weren’t going to do this forever, just until you made enough in order to be able to open your own dance studio.

Then being an exotic dancer would be a thing of the past.

It was early in the day and the festival wasn’t until about 4 in the afternoon, so Jack decided himself that he would go and get you from the airport and you couldn’t help but laugh at his”disguise” when you saw him. Or lack thereof.

“Baby, that’s not supposed to be a disguise is it?” You asked while looking at his sunglasses and hoodie that was attempting to cover his curls. You immediately let out a laugh.

“Look, this is all I had on short notice. I had to work with it.” He said while leaning down to kiss you before bringing you into a hug.

“Then let’s hurry up before someone actually spots you and then we’ll never be able to leave.”

You had now gotten back to the hotel, but before Jack could slide the key card in the door, you grabbed his arm to stop his movements and he looked at you concerned.

“What’s wrong babe?”

“I.. what if they don’t like me?” You quietly asked while you were now more interested in your army green New Balance 580’s that were covering your feet. Jack’s heart dropped.

He knew that you were an introvert and kept to yourself and he knew meeting new people sometimes

could set off your anxiety. He was actually surprised about how relaxed you were around Urban, but then again Urban had made you feel comfortable. He was nervous that the others wouldn’t.

They knew how protective they were over him and it was possible that this could turn into a dumpster fire.

“They’re going to love you simply because you have made me the happiest that I’ve been in a long time. It’s going to be fine, okay? I’m going to let you get settled first and we’ll meet up with them later.” Jack responded as he leaned down to kiss your forehead which you gladly accepted.

“Okay, sure thing.”

You had taken a shower and gotten comfortable and was simply happy to be in the company of your boyfriend. It wasn’t ideal for you to go long stretches of time without seeing him, but you knew that his job was demanding. There was no way in the world that you would ever let him put you before his career. Jack didn’t let a day go by without calling you despite the time differences. He made it known every single day how important you were to him and you did the exact same thing.

You thanked Camila every day for dragging you to Drake’s birthday party because who knew that it would lead to this?

It was now around noon and Jack had told you earlier that the two of you would meet up with everyone else around one in order to be able to get food and for them to meet you before his show later.

“Babe?” You asked, poking Jack’s side. He had his eyes closed and you were curled into him and you could tell he was tired.

“Hmm?”

“It’s 12, should we start getting ready?”

“No.”

“What, why?”

“Because I want to have you to myself for a few more minutes before I have to share you with everyone else.” You couldn’t help but to laugh.

“You have me for two weeks.”

“And that isn’t anywhere near long enough, so I have to soak in every second I can with you.”

“You are such a simp and I love it.”

“I’m just being honest. But I guess we can start getting ready.”

All of you were now sitting in a restaurant by the water and it was absolutely gorgeous. However, you were a ball of nerves no matter how much Jack and Urban tried to reassure you that everything would be fine.

“Oh, so you’re Jack’s girl who we keep hearing about?”

“Yes, I’m Y/N, and I’m guessing your Ace? It’s nice to meet you.”

“Where did he meet you again?” Nemo asked while eyeing you.

“Drake’s birthday party in Atlanta awhile back.”

“Oh, were you like the entertainm….” Urban immediately nudged Neelam to get her to stop and not finish her sentence, but you caught it anyway.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, looking confused. This was going just as terrible as you thought it would.

“She came with her best friend Camila and they were both with us in V.I.P.” Urban quickly chimed in, saving you from having to answer.

“How did they even get in the party and who in the world got them in V.I.P.? Wasn’t it an invitation-only type thing?” 2fo asked.

Just then you heard Jack’s voice behind you as he came back from the bathroom.

“Because I saw her when she came in the door and asked the bottle girl to go and get her for me. Any more questions or are yall done being nosey?”

“We’re just trying to get to know her.”

You were now extremely uncomfortable and tried not to show it on your face as Jack sat down next to you.

I mean you did understand to a certain extent. They only wanted the best for him and that's fair. Just then you got a text and looked down to see that it was Urban.

Urban- We're all just extremely protective of him. They'll warm up to you soon.

You- If you say so, that felt like I committed a crime and was being questioned.

Urban- It’ll get better

“Okay, I’m just going to go ahead and say it since yall are too scared. What are your intentions Y/N? It’s obviously not money because strippers can make a lot of money, at least that’s what I’ve heard. He has worked entirely too hard for someone to just come in here and ruin his career.”

Your jaw was on the floor and Jack looked at Neelam with wide eyes as she was sitting directly across from the two of you.

“Wait, she’s a stripper?”

“At Blue Flame!”

“Oh, I love that place. I think they actually have better food than Magic City.”

“Lies you tell! They have nothing on Magic City’s buffalo wings.”

“What the? The lemon pepper ones?! Come on, now. Nothing is touching those.”

As Shloob and 2fo went back and forth debating on who had the best food between the two strip clubs, Jack was at his wits end.

“NEELAM!” Jack exclaimed while Urban just hung his head from his place on the other side of you.

“WHAT? DON’T NEELAM ME! I’m just being honest. Like you could literally have any girl you want and that’s what you settle for? I have to protect you and that’s what we all want to do. You can understand why that is right? We want the best for you so why can’t you see that? Y/N this is literally nothing against you, it isn’t.”

“Nothing against me? It sure sounds like it is. Settle? You think that he’s settling with me? You don’t even know me. That was rude as hell of you to ask me and if you were wondering I have nothing but good intentions in this relationship not that it’s any of your business.” You said getting up from the table and Jack sighed before getting up to follow you.

“I asked yall to do this one got damn thing. Get to know her because she was excited to meet all of you and what did yall do? Fuck that up.”

Later that night, the two of you were laying down in a comfortable silence and Jack knew that he had to be the one to break it. That of course upset you for the rest of the day and you couldn’t even truly enjoy his set like you wanted to because what Neelam said earlier was playing on a continuous loop in your head. You didn’t even bother making conversation with them as you were attempting to watch Jack perform and if someone asked you something, you kept the answer short and sweet.

It looks like you had thirteen more days to deal with this.

But if this relationship lasted long like you wanted it to, it would be a lot longer.

At least you could hang around Urban since you knew he at least liked you.

You didn’t think that the others didn’t, it’s just that you knew that Jack’s image meant everything to him and that because of society’s standards, he would probably be facing a lot of backlash if this relationship were to go public.

You could see both sides, however, there is no room for judgment especially when they don’t even know you.

“Baby girl?”

“I told you that they wouldn’t like me.”

“That’s not it, they’re just protective of me. We’re like that with each other. Don’t get me wrong because I am not making excuses for them at all. What she said was outta pocket and she should have kept that to herself.”

“Can we just move on? I don’t want to even think about it anymore.”

Oh, pretty baby, don't let me down I pray

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

The next seven months couldn’t have been a happier time for you and it seemed as if you were on cloud nine. You came to the conclusion that you only had to work at Blue Flame for another year or so until you would be able to purchase your dance studio and that doing this would be a thing of the past. You would still help out your mother and brothers whenever you could, but it was time for you to be able to focus on yourself. You hadn’t been able to do that since you were fourteen and it was long overdue.

You were definitely a lot closer to Jack’s team and even you and Neelam had made up when she saw that what you had said in the beginning turned out to be true with only having good intentions. You made sure to still keep a little distance between the two of you just in case, but you had a forgiving heart despite how people may act towards you.

You were confused as to why Jack had been ignoring you and dodging your calls. You had a difficult few days and needed to talk to your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found.

The two of you did not go a day without talking to each other so you were definitely confused and needed an explanation as to why he was acting the way that he was.

It wasn’t until you got this message that your entire world was crumbling right before your eyes.

Jack- Y/N, I didn’t want to do this over a text but, I have a lot of things going on and I feel as though we need to take a break from our relationship for a while.

You- Jack, where is this coming from? Did something happen? Let me know so I can fix it

Jack- I didn’t realize you did more than dance with your clients

You- What the hell is that supposed to mean? Baby, please explain because I don’t understand.

Jack- The fact that you thought you could be in a relationship with me and fuck other people is beyond me, so we’re done

You- Jack, I have no idea who told you that, but it isn’t true

You- Come on, don’t do this to us

You- Jack, please just call me so I can explain. I don’t understand why someone would tell you that because it isn’t true.

You- Baby, please answer me

Tears immediately filled your eyes and you were beyond confused and you then realized that Jack had blocked your number.

Jack on the other hand was running his hands through his curls clearly frustrated at the situation before him.

You and Camila were close and he knew that the two of you knew each other like the back of your hands. So, why would she have a reason to lie to him about what you were doing behind his back?

He admits that you put up a good front and acted as if you had no idea what he was talking about, but the pictures that Camila attached? There was absolutely no denying that the girl in the pictures were you and that you got a little too close to your clients for Jack’s liking.

Urban could tell that something was bothering Jack, but he figured that it had to do with you when he hadn’t mentioned you in over a week. Which was never the case, because he could never shut up about you for a total of five minutes.

“What is going on with you? And I thought Y/N was coming this week?”

“She cheated on me.”

At that moment, Neelam was passing by the two of them and couldn’t help but overhear what Jack had said.

“What?! I don’t believe that for a second.” Urban said clearly confused.

“Well, believe it. Camila told me.”

“Not going to lie, Camila has given me weird vibes ever since we met her. I get that’s her best friend, but I don’t know. Do you think that she might have been jealous of the two of you and trying to get you to break up with her?”

“No, they talk about each other like they’re legit soulmates. I never got a weird vibe from her.”

“I don’t know, Jack. This seems a little sketchy to me. I know I might not know Y/N as good as you do, but from my understanding, she wouldn’t cheat on you.”

All Jack did was simply shrug.

“I’ll talk to her.”

“No. I blocked her and I don’t want anything else to do with her. I guess it was too good to be true.”

Five days had passed and Jack was going through it. He would scroll through his phone looking at different pictures of the two of you for hours along with your text thread. He missed you and didn’t want to admit it to himself. But one thing he didn’t tolerate and wasn’t going to tolerate was cheating.

Just then his phone rang and he saw it was Camila.

He debated on answering her, but he figured at this point, he didn’t have anything left to lose since he had already lost his girlfriend.

“Hello?”

“Umm, Jack? Hey, it’s Camila.”

“What’s going on?”

“I… I have to tell you something and I… I know you’re going to be very mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“After I finish telling you this, you’ll see why.”

“I’m listening.”

“Y/N never cheated on you. I admit that I was jealous of her and that night I went down to Blue Flame and took pictures of her, but I also photoshopped them and sent them to you. I’m sorry, I know I’ve been a terrible person and a terrible friend to her. I saw how happy you two were and I.. I don’t know.”

All Jack could see was red.

“Jack, please say something. I’m so sorry. I’m just trying to make this right.”

“What… what could I possibly say to that?”

“I don’t know, but she overheard me talking about it and she kicked me out of our apartment and told me that she never wanted to see me again.”

“As she should have.”

“I know that she probably won’t forgive me and I know you probably won’t either, but I just had to tell you. Once again, I’m sorry.”

“I have to go.” Jack said and hung up without another word.

The first thing he did was unblock your number.

Now, how was he going to get you to talk to him and hopefully forgive him for how he treated you and cut you off without a second thought?

He immediately sent a text to Urban.

Jack- You were right

Urban- About?

Jack- Camila

Urban- What did she do?!

Jack- Lie and say that Y/N cheated on me when she didn’t. She admitted it.

Urban-I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T LIKE HER!

Jack- Now I know she probably isn’t even going to want to talk to me

Urban- You never know until you try

Jack- Like how fucked up is that and she had the nerve to call herself her best friend? What kind of shit is that?

Urban- Let’s just hope Y/N gives you the time of day. I told you from the beginning that what Camila said didn’t sound right.

Jack wanted to be able to see you in person so that the two of you could talk about this, but every time he hovered over your number to call you he hesitated. He had been back in Atlanta for a day and a half and it looked as if fate had been on his side that day.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jack recognized that voice anywhere and realized he had bumped into you.

“Oh, hi.” You said finally making eye contact with him.

“Um, hey. Can we talk?”

“I really have to go, I….”

“Please, Y/N. I owe you an apology.”

“Jack, it’s fine, I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t and no it isn’t. Even though we were only together for eight months, I know when you’re lying to me. Just let me buy you that mocha cappuccino you like. It is Wednesday after all and you told me that you always get it after you teach your class.”

“Okay.” You quietly said as Jack followed behind you to one of your favorite hole in the wall coffee shops.

The two of you sat down in the back corner and Jack slid your drink towards you before saying anything.

“Camila called me and told me what she did.”

“Oh.”

“Y/N… I know I should have asked you but those pictures she sent me looked so real and I just didn’t know what to think. She also told me the two of you obviously weren’t friends anymore because of what she did. I was falling in love with you and that shit hurt for me to see.”

“I’m surprised she actually confessed and you were?!.”

“She said she felt bad thinking about all that you had done for her and wanted to make it right, I guess. And I definitely was.”

“She can try to make it right all she wants, but I want nothing to do with her.”

“And that’s fair. But I want to apologize for doing that to you and acting that way towards you.” Jack said while grabbing your hand and he was honestly surprised that you didn’t pull back from him.

“It’s just when I really needed you, you weren’t there. And I… didn’t know what to do. I confided in Camila and she was behind the entire thing.” You responded and Jack could see the tears building up in your eyes that were threatening to fall.

“I want to make this right if you let me, and we can start over. I lost you once and I’d like for it to not happen again.”

All you did was sigh and Jack immediately became nervous.

He knew for a fact deep down that you were his soulmate ever since the two of you locked eyes at his concert.

“If someone ever says something to you about me, can you just ask me from now on instead of assuming?”

“I promise and I should have done that the first time. I’m going to make it up to you if you give me the chance.”

“Please don’t make me regret this.”

“I promise you won’t.”

“Good because otherwise my nana is going to kick your ass once she gets out of rehab.” You said while cracking a small smile.

“Wait, what?!”

“I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“And now I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be, she wants to meet the man who stole my heart.”

“Then just maybe I’m a little excited. I also wanted to bring up one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re going to audition for Julliard and you’re going to get in.”

It was around six in the morning and the sunlight was slowly creeping into the floor length windows. Jack had been awake for a while and was simply taking in the sight next to him.

His wife and his first born.

She was nestled between the two of you sleeping comfortably and Jack reached down to place a kiss on her forehead.

This movement caused you to stir and when you opened your eyes, you saw Jack staring at you.

“Do you always stare at me when I’m sleeping?” You asked as you closed your eyes once again.

“Ehh more or less. Can’t help it if my wife is gorgeous.”

You opened your eyes again and looked down between the two of you to see that L.O. was awake and smiling looking up at the both of you.

“Leticia, your daddy is a creep.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

All she did was laugh and she looked between both of her parents as Jack reached over to place a kiss on your forehead too.

He then placed Leticia on his chest and she immediately cuddled into him. You looked over to see that he was deep in thought and was wondering what was going on since he got quiet all of a sudden.

“What are you thinking about?” You curiously asked while sitting up against the headboard and running a hand through his curls.

“How I knew when I first laid eyes on you that you would be my wife.”

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

You'd be like heaven to touch (Heaven to touch)

I wanna hold you so much (Hold you so much)

At long last, love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 03

Hi, I’m really excited about this bit and couldn’t wait to write it, so here we go! It’s late and I’m sorry if it’s full of mistakes. Also for the purpose of this we’re going to say that Eddie also is the lead singer of Corroded Coffin.

ALSO! I have a title! It’s corny as fuck but I think it fits well with the concept of this fic. This is officially going to be titled Falling for the Freak! I hope you all like it!

Chapter 3

CHAPTER SUMMARY: In which the reader performs with her band at the Hawkins fall Harvest Festival.

“We’re so not going to be able to pull this together before tomorrow,” James, the lead guitarist of my band said as we fought our way through rehearsal.

We were in Aunt Claudia’s garrage and it was not going well. We couldn’t decide on a setlist - we only were given twelve minutes on stage - we didn’t have the proper set up in the garrage, and we only had one night to rehearse. I couldn’t let my bandmates think that they had come all this way for nothing though.

“Come on guys,” I said, “We have to do this. We’ve already said we would. We’re not backing down. Now come on, let’s stop wasting time that we don’t have. We’re picking a set list and we’re running it at least three times before we call it for tonight,”

“You’ve gone crazy,” Randy said from behind the drums.

“Cut her some slack, dudes,” Isaac, who we all referred to as Dizzy, called out from his place on the couch where he lazily plucked his bass. “I think you’re worrying about it too much. We’ve just gotta put our heads together and figure out what our standards are for cover songs. They don’t need originals, so let’s just pull out our best covers,”

“We need songs that go together,” I said, “Like ones that we can just roll through back to back, no stops. We’ve gotta use the time we’ve got,”

“Ok...” Randy said. “Like what are you thinking?”

I paused. Then it struck me. “I think I’ve got an idea that will ensure that we’ll melt some faces,”

“Let’s hear it,” James said.

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I stood backstage with my bandmates waiting to go on for our soundcheck. We were told to arrive an hour before our performance time so that we could set our equipment up. I had spent at least three hours before that figuring out what I would be wearing. I had decided to go with a tight pair of high waisted black pants and a cropped corset style tank top. For shoes I decided to push my luck and go with a pair of cherry red stilettos. My hair was teased to the roof and my face was covered with so much make up and glitter that I hardly recognized myself. The outfit helped me become a performer though. I had always dressed to the nines for shows. It was the only way I could pretend it wasn’t really me on the stage.

“Ok, y’all can come get set up!” a burly man called from the stage. He was handling a bunch of wires and connecting them to a variety of different outlets. I decided to let him do his thing while we got set up.

“Dude this could be wild,” Dizzy said, looking out at the space for the audience.

The fall Harvest festival took place outside. The stage was a shamble of metal rods that they had screwed together and put a floor on. It looked fine, but standing on it and thinking about how easily it could blow over was a bit frightening. I took a breath and focused on the task at hand. We had an hour to share with Corroded Coffin as our time for soundcheck. We were going on first, so we got to soundcheck first. The members of Corroded Coffin hadn’t shown up yet, but I was eagerly anticipating their arrival. I wanted to get a good look at my competition. Even though we weren’t really in it to win this thing, our set had really come together by the end of the previous night. It had been a while since we had played together and it felt like putting the pieces of a puzzle together. I was ready to show off our sound to our rivals.

“It’s gonna be great,” I said with a grin. “Just play a bit louder, we’re outside, nowhere for the sound to bounce off of,”

“Sounds like a plan Stan,” Dizzy nodded.

We spent twenty minutes riffing around and testing out the equipment. We decided to save our real energy for the show. By the time we were stepping backstage, Corroded Coffin was arriving.

I noticed a familiar face in the crowd of rough looking young men. He looked a bit different with his hair frizzed up and decked out in performance clothes, but it was definitely Eddie Munson setting down his guitar case backstage.

“We’re done,” I announced. “If you guys want to head out there, the stage is yours,”

“Oh I know,” Eddie said, opening his case and pulling out his guitar.

“What do you mean?” I asked. He still hadn’t looked up at me.

“The stage is ours,” he replied, finally turning to me. “It is and always will be,”

“Wow,” I said, rolling my eyes, “somebody’s a bit over confident,”

“Nah, I’m just correct,” Eddie said and then paused. “Who are you and why do you look familiar?”

“I’m your competition tonight,” I said, “And we met the other day. Family video?”

“The Shining?” Eddie asked.

“Duh,” I said.

“Wait, no, Henderson said he got his cousin to compete,” Eddie said, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” I said, “He got his cousin to compete,” I added pointing to myself.

“No shit you’re related to Henderson?” Eddie said. “Good lord, didn’t see that one coming,”

“Come on Munson we gotta do soundcheck!” One of his bandmates called from the stage.

“Well,” I said, “you better go. Can’t wait to wipe the floor with you all later,”

“As if,” Eddie chuckled and then walked on stage.

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By the time Corroded Coffin was finished with their soundcheck, my blood was boiling. I was seething inside. Who was this man child to tell me that his band owned the stage? We were going to destroy that crowd tonight. I felt it in my bones.

When the emcee called us out for our performance, my body felt like it was on fire. I strutted out to the microphone as the crowd cheered. With a withering look backstage where I could see Eddie watching, I signaled to Randy that I was ready to go and he rolled us in with the drums.

We started with “Wild One” by Suzi Quatro. I screamed the lyrics out with a vengence. I banged my head to the beat so hard that I knew my neck would pay for it the next morning. I didn’t care though. I had to show Munson that he was playing with fire.

When our first song ended we shredded right into the next one. I heard the chords of “Blackmail” by The Runaways split the air and released a yell that I thought Joan Jett would be proud of. By this time, the crowd was eating it up. They were going crazy for us. I traded incredulous looks with Dizzy, Randy, and James as we plowed our way through the music.

The third tune in our setlist was “Barracuda” by Heart. This one really gave Dizzy and James a chance to show off. My feet were hardly on the ground anymore. I was high off the performance. This was good as we headed towards our last song because I usually was not as bold as I wanted to be when we performed it. We took a second between “Barracuda” and our last song to thank the audience for their cheers. Then we were off to the races. We had been working on a cover of Blondie’s “Heart of Glass” for ages and finally figured it out during our one rehearsal. It finally came together just the way we wanted it to and with my inhibitions gone, we ripped through it like we had something to prove.

As I screamed out the last few notes, I felt myself come back to Earth. There was a brief moment between when we stopped playing and when the audience began cheering where I felt like something had broken. Maybe we weren’t doing as well as I thought we were. But then somebody started yelling and then the entire crowd was screaming and clapping for us.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and bowed. Each of my bandmates waved to the crowd and then we headed off stage. I made sure to drink in the shocked expression on Eddie Munson’s face as we made our way backstage. I even stopped and to pat him on the shoulder before saying, “Top that, Munson,”

He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes and gripped his guitar tighter. There would be a ten minute break before Corroded Coffin went on. I held myself together until we passed by our opponents and then began screaming out of excitement with my bandmates.

“THAT WAS FUCKING WILD!” Randy yelled.

“YOU KILLED IT!” Dizzy shouted in my face.

“NO YOU DID!” I yelled back.

“I can’t believe we pulled that off,” James said, shaking his head with a ridiculous smile on his face.

We all held on to each other and continued yelling in our excitement. Then I heard the emcee announce Corroded Coffin. We all froze and then shuffled over to the side of the stage so we could watch our competion.

I knew we were fucked when I heard the popcorn-like drum intro of “Hot for Teacher”.

“Oh we’re fucked,” Dizzy said.

“Yeah,” I said, watching as the drummer of Corroded Coffin fought his way through that brutal intro. Then I heard the guitar viciously rip out of the amps on stage. My attention turned to Eddie Munson, wildy playing guitar in the center of the stage. He looked up just quick enough to catch my eyes and gave me a wink. I felt a lump form in my throat. We were completely fucked.

Corroded Coffin was a capital G Good band. Their rhythms were tight. They all clearly were skilled on their individual instruments. Munson’s singing even was impressive. I knew by the time they finished their final tune, an original by the sound of it, that we had lost the competition.

About ten minutes after Corroded Coffin got off stage, we were all called back so the audience could vote for the winner with their cheers. We received a series of loud cheers but it was nothing compared to the absolute shrieks that our opponents got. I wasn’t surprised at all when the emcee announced that Corroded Coffin was the official winner of the Harvest Festival’s battle of the bands. This meant they got the honor of performing an encore.

As we began walking off stage, Eddie grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me close so he could speak directly into my ear. “Play the encore with us!” he shouted over the noise of the crowd.

I pulled away from him to look at his face to judge if he was kidding or being serious.

“I mean it!” he said, a wicked grin on his face. “You killed it. You deserve to be out here just as much as we do,”

“What’s your encore?” I asked.

“Rock and Roll,” Munson replied, “The Zepplin tune!”

“I know what it is idiot!” I said, “I don’t know the words well enough though,”

“What’s your encore then?” he asked.

“Dream On by Aerosmith!” I shouted.

“I know it!” he said, “Can’t hit those high notes though,”

“Well leave them to me then!” I said.

Eddie looked at me for a moment. Our bandmates were all crowded around us, watching the interaction. It was determined there wasn’t enough equipment to house two bands at once, but there was enough for at least another microphone.

“I can’t go on without you guys,” I said as my bandmates walked towards backstage.

“Yes you can,” Randy said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Go show them what a front woman looks like,” Dizzy said, nodding in agreement.

“You’re the one who put this all together anyway,” James said, “Go get your glory,”

“Give them Hell,” Dizzy grinned and shoved me towards the center of the stage.

With one last look at my bandmates, I made my decision. I walked out to meet Eddie at our microphones which now stood next to each other. He had his guitar strapped on his shoulder, the neck waiting in his hand.

“Are we doing this?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “We’re doing this,”

“Let’s go,” he grinned at me. He turned to the audience and waved. “We’d like to welcome a special guest for this last song!” he announced and the crowd cheered.

The performance was a blur. Eddie was a great front man. His enthusiasm infected me until I was headbanging along with him and screaming out those last few “Dream on’s,” The crowd went bananas when we finished the song. I was breathless and giddy as Eddie ushered me with the rest of Corroded Coffin off the stage.

I immediately met up with my bandmates and screamed and jumped with them until we all could barely breathe. When I had finished celebrating with them, I turned around to see Eddie Munson standing there watching me.

He smiled and chuckled under his breath. “Way to melt some faces, sweetheart,”

I returned his smile and pushed my hair out of my face. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I said. “And thanks,” I added.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 02 Next Chapter: Chapter 04

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Chapter 8: Rollin

The concert runs quite smoothly. You watch from the dressing room, noticing the girls look much more comfortable tonight than they did in LA. It seems they needed a couple of concerts before they truly felt comfortable performing overseas.

During outfit changes, Sana was mostly professional. You unzip her red dress for her, and as she pulls it off you hand her a pair of black pants.

"Does this pushup look weird?" she asks you while she cups her tits in her hands.

"What? No, I am pretty sure ‘weird’ is not the word Once are thinking of when they see your boobs tonight."

"Okay but does it feel weird?" she asks as she grabs your hands and places them on her chest.

"Sana, your boobs are perfect, now focus," you say while handing her a black top.

She whispers into your ear, "thinking of all the fans who jerk it to me is making me so wet, can you get me fresh underwear for the next change?"

She gives you a big smile, her eyes in the shape of half moons, before running away to get ready to go back on stage. She looks back at you again and blows you a kiss before she follows the group back on stage.

You weren't entirely sure if she was serious about wanting an underwear change mid concert, but you decide it's better to be safe than sorry. You continue to watch the concert, and as Cry For Me comes to an end you get ready for the next outfit change. You watch as Sana comes to you, using her hand as a fan. Her face is quite flushed and she is visibly sweating. She looks tired and out of breath.

"Next concert lets just do the crop top, this jacket makes me too warm," she says. You hand her a towel and her demeanor suddenly changes and her expression becomes sly, "unless you like it when I'm all sweaty" she purrs mischievously before dabbing at her face with the towel, careful to not smudge the makeup.

You smile slightly but ignore her advance, knowing she doesn't like it being too easy when she teases you. You step closer to her and reach your arms around her body, unzipping the back of her pants for her before pulling them down. You're on your knees in front of her, untangling her pants from her feet.

"Y/N," she whines, "can you wipe my pits for me, they're sweaty."

You look up and see she has removed the black jacket and was now just wearing the sleeveless black crop top. You stand up to match her height and she raises her arms straight in the air, her face wearing a bubbly smile as she watches you. You grab the towel from her and begin wiping.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you used your tongue?" she asks, faking an innocent look.

You chuckle lightly, "you're really horny tonight aren't you?"

She smiles before lowering her arms and resting them on your shoulders, "it's your fault, I'm only like this when you're assigned to me."

You lift her arms off your shoulders and remove her shirt for her, "oh so it's my fault? Does that mean you want to punish me later."

She slips into her silver dress and turns away from you, giving you access to the zipper on the back, "well, it was my idea to have you be assigned to me, so I guess it's my fault and I'm the one who should be punished."

You reach your arms around her, hugging her from behind, and she wraps her arms around yours. You lean in and give her neck a kiss, tasting the slight saltiness of her sweaty body. You kiss her neck a few more times before whispering into her ear, "do you still want to change your underwear."

She giggles and nods her head, "only if you do it for me."

You reach your hand up the bottom of her dress and pull down her safety shorts and underwear. You bend down to remove the black panties and pick them up. You turn Sana around so she's facing you and you place her panties into her mouth. You bend down again, lifting up her dress slightly to give you a view of her glistening pussy lips.

"What if you just performed like this?"

She makes a muffled noise of approval, her mouth still stuffed, before you help her put on the fresh pair of white underwear. You pull up her safety shorts and stand back up to remove the fabric from her mouth.

"Mmmmm I bet you also want a taste," she says seductively.

Before you can answer, you get distracted as Momo walks by you. She's wearing her purplish-silver one piece with knee high boots and the view from behind showed half her ass cheeks sticking out from underneath. She turns her head and looks back at you, noticing that you are watching her, she gives you a wink before turning back and making sure to add extra sway in her hips as she walks away from you.

"Seriously?" Sana says incredulously with a laugh before she begins pouting and crosses her arms. "You really are unbelievable."

"I... it's just... Momo..."

"I know Momo is hot, but you literally just pulled my used underwear out of my mouth, how can you possibly be thinking of someone else," she says, frustrated with you.

You bend down to help her put her boots on. She lifts her leg up and you give her foot a kiss, "I'm sorry sweetie." She seems to like this and her expression softens, but she still looks angry. "How about tonight I make it up to you back at the hotel?"

"What makes you think you deserve me tonight."

"Oh that's fair, maybe I'll spend the night with Momo..."

She can't believe you just said that, her face in shock, "you-"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," you quickly add.

She turns around and begins stomping away before you grab her playfully, "Sana I'm not letting you go until you tell me you're not mad."

She huffs, "I'm fine."

"I'll give you another massage if you want," you say, noticing her interest in the idea.

"I'm going to show you what you will be missing tonight if you make me angry again," she says airily before getting ready to go back on stage.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jihyo asks as she walks by you.

"That girl will always be trouble."

You watch as they finish performing Heart Shaker, your eyes fixated on Nayeon. She was a professional, you never could have guessed that she was sporting a plug in her ass during the concert if you didn't know better. You watch them make the line for the ending pose, Nayeon is breathing heavily. None of the fans would find it out of place, Nayeon was usually breathing quite heavily after performances, but a part of you wonders if she was breathing heavier tonight knowing what she was about to do.

The girls head back into the dressing room. You watch Nayeon walk past you, she gives you a subtle smile before heading over to get changed into her pink outfit. Sana walks up to you and turns around without saying a word. As you unzip her dress, you wonder if she was still upset with you.

"You looked great out there," you say, testing the waters.

She turns around while slipping out of her dress and smiles brightly at you, "you're so sweet."

You feel relieved, as you weren't sure how it would go if she was still upset and you told her you were leaving her during the intermission to go take Nayeon's anal virginity.

"Look, Sana," you start as you help her get into her black dress. "I need to go do something okay? I'll be back after Push and Pull."

She looks kind of sad, "you won't be watching tonight?"

"I will, I'll actually have a pretty good view."

She looks at you and nods before lifting her foot to let you change her shoes for her. You watch as she heads over to where Jihyo and Dahyun are sitting and the three of them begin chatting.

Nayeon walks up to you, "I told them I had to go to the bathroom, and that you were escorting me."

You nod and take her hand as the two of you head to the private booth. From inside you can see the whole crowd, they are playing the game where they dance along to the prompts on the screen. It looks like they are loving it out there.

You turn to Nayeon, "alright, last chance to back out."

She shakes her head. She had put on her Hello outfit, a short, bright pink dress.

You position her so that she is bent over the back of the couch, facing towards the tinted window overseeing the crowd. You pull up her dress and pull down her safety shorts and underwear. You see the exposed plug that you had placed all those hours ago, and beneath it her pussy is already wet. You grip the base of the plug and gently remove it from her, she lets out a moan. Her ass finally emptied.

You drop your pants and then grab the bottle of lube from your bag and begin applying it, first to her asshole and then to your penis, "usually we would go real slow, but we don't have that luxury tonight. If it's ever too much, or you need a break, or you just want to stop, just say the word."

"Okay, now fuck me," Nayeon says breathily.

You step forward into her and place your tip at her entrance. Outside, the intermission has ended and Sana, Jihyo, and Dahyun are about to take the stage. You can't see the main stage, but as you hear the crowd erupt, you assume they have just appeared. At the same time as the cheers start, you push into Nayeon. One smooth thrust takes you all the way into her asshole. She was tight, not as tight as Chaeyoung, but tighter than Sana. She lets out a loud moan as you enter.

You retract, and then push back into her. You begin thrusting into her with a rhythm, matching the song playing outside. As you fuck her, you watch the crowd cheering. The windows were tinted, but because of where you were positioned it almost felt like they were cheering for you. You look down at Nayeon as you continuously plow into her slowly. She isn't moving at all, and you notice her hands are gripping the back of the couch tightly, her knuckles white.

You pause for a second, "are you okay?"

"Just give it to me, fuck my ass and fill it up," she says, each word dripping with desire.

You wanted her to remember this moment. You reach down and spread her legs a bit more before wrapping your arm around her lower waist and placing it on her clit. You start fucking her again, this time also matching your movements with stimulation of her pussy. She's moaning, her pussy spilling drops of her juices on the floor between her legs. You start going harder, both in the ass and with your hand. Her moans turn into screams, while her pussy keeps leaking.

You feel her body start shaking, her pussy a faucet now. You remove your hand and now place both hands on her ass cheeks. You remember how Nayeon liked getting her pussy fucked hard as she came, you wanted to see if it was the same with her asshole. Gripping into the skin of her ass with your hands, you begin plowing her harder than ever. Her screams were completely drowned out by the crowd outside. Her body convulsed in pleasure.

You don't slow down, you keep fucking her tight little asshole while you watch the performance outside. The subunit had now taken to the extended stage, and you could finally see them. There wasn't much time left and you wanted to fill her. You look down again, watching your length disappear into her body with every thrust of your hips. Her ass rippled like waves of water. Her legs are shaking uncontrollably as she holds onto the couch to avoid falling over. You can hear the wetness of her body as you fuck her.

You look up again, watching the choreography of the Push and Pull chorus. You feel yourself getting close. For a moment, you forget about this being Nayeon's first time, all you can think about is how much you want to fill her. It only takes a few more pushes before you cum. You let yourself stay buried in her tight ass as your cock pulses inside her. Her screams have turned into moans and grunts.

Once you finish cumming, you become acutely aware of just how tight Nayeon was right now. It almost hurt. You pull yourself out and immediately a glob of your white goo spills out of her, adding to the puddle of fluid between her legs. You watch for a second as she continues to leak your cum before grabbing a towel and wiping her clean. It was no easy task, her legs were covered in a mixture of her pussy juices and sweat.

You pull her dress back down, "Nayeon, that's it, you did it."

She watches the performance outside, not saying anything.

"Nayeon?" you say, not sure how to interpret her reaction.

She turns to you, her eyes wet, "yeah, I'm good."

You quickly go to wipe her eyes with your shirt, taking care to not let her mascara get ruined. "Did it hurt?"

You watch as she nods her head. You worry that it was too much for her to handle, especially right before going back on stage. You grab her ass again and gently massage it, thinking of things you can do to help her right now when she speaks up and interrupts your thoughts.

"Can you put the plug back in," she says quietly.

You weren't sure if you heard her correctly over the crowd, "what did you say?"

She grabs the plug that you had tossed onto the couch and hands it to you, "please."

You maintain eye contact with her as you take the plug from her hand and reach around her body, bringing it up her dress. You poke around until you find her asshole and hold the plug to it. You watch her bite her lip and give you a nod before you plunge the plug back into her. She gasps heavily before letting the air out slowly.

She quickly puts her underwear and safety shorts back on, "come on, we don't have much time." She grabs your hand and the two of you quickly head back to the dressing room.

Some of the staff see you enter and you begin apologizing profusely for taking so long "in the bathroom" as they start asking where you two were. There is no time to dwell on anything, everyone needs to be professional and get the job done. Nayeon was rushed to position, getting her hair and makeup lightly touched up. You let Nayeon go before heading back to the booth to clean up.

Sana, Jihyo, and Dahyun enter the dressing room. Sana looks around for you, becoming downhearted when she doesn't see you. She sits down next to the other members and watches the Hello performance on the screen, hiding her disappointment that you were missing.

You finish cleaning up in the booth, getting to watch the crowd's reaction to the Hello intro. Unfortunately you couldn't see the entrance on the main stage which was your favorite part of the performance. You grab your bag and head back to the dressing room. You grab a bottle of water and watch the performance on one of the screens set up inside.

"Where were you," Sana asks.

You look down from the screen and notice Sana has joined you. You expected her to be upset with you, but her tone was more sorrow than mad, "sorry, I had to take care of something that ended up taking longer than expected."

She grabs onto you, "did you watch?" she asks while her eyelids flutter, looking at you expectantly.

"Yes, I promise that I did," you answer, hugging her back.

Sana grabs a drink while you return your focus to the screen. You watch Nayeon. You had seen this performance a few times now, and admittedly you had always fixated on Momo during it, but tonight your gaze was locked on Nayeon. Sana notices your focus and tilts her head.

"Yah, I give you all the attention and you still can't stop looking at Momo," she says while laughing.

"It's not like that," you say, still watching the screen. "Come on, let's get you changed into your encore outfit. If you want my attention I can personally guarantee that outfit will get it."

"Oh I plan on getting everyone's attention tonight," she says cheerfully while dragging you along to her dressing area. "But when we get back to the hotel, you better not ignore me," she adds threateningly.

You help her remove the black dress and hand her the black shorts. You watch her struggle to pull them up over her hips. The shorts were extremely tight on her. She's wiggling and hopping around before she sighs.

"Help me," she pants.

You step next to her and she puts her arms on your shoulder again. You reach down and grab the shorts, wiggling them upwards. Once they're on, you give her butt a light slap and turn her around.

"Holy shit Sana, these shorts leave nothing to the imagination."

She looks back over her shoulder cutely at you, her crescent shaped eyes shining, before wiggling her butt.

You hand her the top, "I never quite understood this new trend, it's literally just the sleeves of the hoodie? Who thought of this?"

She slips on the crop top and then the hoodie sleeves. She turns to face you again, staring straight into your eyes as she bends forward at the hip, placing her hands on her knees. Her cleavage is deep and you can see half of her tits from this angle.

"Oh, now I get it," you say while she laughs at you.

You help her put on her black, knee-high boots before the two of you head over to where Dahyun and Mina are sitting. Dahyun had already changed into her encore outfit which consisted of a skirt with a black shirt. Mina was wearing her 132 outfit.

"How do I look," Sana announces as she does a twirl for the girls.

"Wow Sana, so sexy tonight," Dahyun says, mouth agape.

Sana giggles, "let's play a game during one of the songs Dahyun, who can get the most attention from Once."

"Oooooh that sounds fun," Mina interjects. "How will we decide which song?"

The three of them think for a second before Dahyun speaks up, "well, we're spinning the wheel to see which song we perform, how about we let Y/N give us a signal?"

"Huh? Yeah sure, you just want me to pick a random song from the encore?"

"Yeah, and then you can also help us pick a winner," Mina adds

Everyone seems happy with the arrangement. Shortly after, Mina heads to the stage for her performance while Dahyun walks over to get a drink and begins chatting with Jihyo. Nayeon, Momo, and Chaeyoung enter the dressing room again and join you and Sana on the couches.

"Y/N won't stop ogling you," Sana says to Momo as she sits down across from you.

Momo is sitting back casually on the couch with her arms raised, adjusting her hair behind her head. Her muscular arms are flexing slightly as she unties her ponytail, and her abs are very prominent at the moment. You never told Sana that it was actually Nayeon you were watching, despite how much you loved Momo's body and dancing.

"Oh, is that so?" Momo says while smirking at you.

None of the girls knew about your deal with Nayeon, and you didn't plan on making it public.

"I was just appreciating her dancing, I wasn't ogling," you say defensively.

Momo stands up and walks over to where you are sitting, "you don't like my body?" she asks cutely as she bends forward with her hands on your knees.

"What? No. I mean I do, but that's not what I mean" you stammer as she rubs her hands up your thighs.

"Lap dance! Lap dance!" Chaeyoung begins chanting as Nayeon and Sana laugh at her.

Momo turns around and bends over, her big round ass right in front of you. She slowly moves it side to side as she pushes her hair over her shoulder, exposing her toned back muscles. She lowers her body so that her ass now rests on your crotch. She places her hands on your knees again while rubbing her ass up and down your body.

You sit back and enjoy the show as Momo grinds on you. The other three girls watched as well. Her body was so toned and skinny, but she still managed to be extremely curvy. Her ass was incredibly soft and you watched the shape of her cheeks conform to your body as she moved. Her pink sweats showed off the shape nicely.

You hear the dressing room door open and Momo quickly gets off you as some of the stylists enter again. The Hello subunit goes to change into their encore outfits as Jihyo and Dahyun join you and Sana on the couches. Sana places her legs on your lap and you gently massage her calves. The three of you watch the 132 performance come to an end.

"It's seriously impressive how Mina controls her body," Jihyo remarks.

"She makes the body rolls look so smooth, I think only Momo could do it as well as her," Dahyun agrees.

Mina, Tzuyu, and Jeongyeon finish the performance and re-enter the dressing room, immediately heading over to change into their encore outfits. Jihyo heads over to where Mina is, leaving you with Sana and Dahyun.

"Dahyun, will you join Y/N and me tonight."

"Join you? What do you mean?"

"Well," Sana says, still laying down with her legs on your lap, "you look like such a snack in that skirt, I just want to eat you up."

Dahyun blushes slightly, "what are you even saying right now."

"She's right," you add, "you do look like a snack right now."

Her cheeks get pinker, "I... I don't know..."

"Don't feel pressured," Sana says while standing up, "the invitation is there if you want it."

You admire Sana's ass as she bends over to give Dahyun a kiss on the cheek, making the pale girl blush even harder, before heading over to get her makeup touched up.

"Sana has been very horny tonight," you say. "Don't mind her."

"I want to do it."

You're a bit surprised. You knew she was okay with kissing and light touching, but you don't think Dahyun had never done anything sexual with the other girls before.

"Sana, Momo, and Nayeon have all asked me many times if I wanted to... you know... but I have only ever done anything with Chaeyoung," she confesses.

Turns out your assumption was wrong.

"I think... you've given me more confidence," she continues shyly.

You stand up and move across to sit next to her, placing your hand on her leg, "good, you have every right to be confident."

She looks up at you, still blushing, "plus I want you again, I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night."

You move your hand up her skirt slowly, caressing her squishy thighs, feeling her soft skin in your palm. You reach her safety shorts and begin rubbing the outside lightly. She bites her lip, squirming as you run your fingers over her shorts. You give her neck a soft kiss.

"60 seconds until encore!" a staff member shouts.

She jolts up and you remove your hand from her skirt.

"Go on, have some fun out there, I'll be watching," you say. "Then tonight I'll do more than watch."

Sana and Mina come over, "don't forget our game," Mina says to the two of you.

You follow the girls as they walk on-stage. You are just behind the curtain where they entered from, so only they can see you if they are standing by the song wheel. They start by performing Candy, following it with their closing mention. You watch as Dahyun gives her final speech with great confidence. They go to spin the wheel, it lands on Believer. The three girls look at you and you shake your head and they head back to the extended stage to interact with fans.

The song ends and they return to the wheel, spinning it a second time. This time it lands on Rollin. You remember their performance for Rollin in Korea when they were wearing Christmas outfits. It was extremely cute, so you wanted to see how they would play their game during it. You nod your head and the three of them once again head to the extended stage. You position yourself to the side so that you can see them as the song begins.

You watch them interact with the fans as the song plays, but then the chorus hits. You were expecting them to do their normal cute dances, but your jaw drops when you see what they do. All three of them decided that they would replace their cute dance with extremely sexual body rolls. You couldn't believe your eyes, and it was clear that the crowd was loving it.

Sana was arching her back like an expert out there as she shook her ass. Dahyun was right up in front of the stage, spinning her body as her skirt rode up her legs, biting her lip sexually. Mina was off to the side, her body rolls done masterfully, her exposed abs flexing hard. The three of them kept going, making the crowd go wild. Then again during the second chorus they started popping off once more. They had all the confidence in the world about their bodies right now, shaking and rolling around on stage.

You don't know what you expected, but it definitely wasn't that, you think as the song comes to an end. You had a strong feeling already that Sana, with her tight booty shorts, probably won their game. Fans would probably be begging for Rollin going forward. They wrap up the concert with BDZ and TT before the girls return to the dressing room.

The room was buzzing with energy, most of them were very lively tonight. The plan was a bit different tonight, instead of immediately going back to the hotel, they were going to wait a bit for safety reasons. That meant they had some time to kill. Chaeyoung brings up the idea of alcohol and some of the others heavily agree. Jihyo looks at you for approval, and you decide it's fine. They open a couple bottles of Champagne.

"Wow Sana, Twitter is being filled with your fancams right now," Chaeyoung remarks, showing some of the other girls her phone.

"Oh my God Sana what got into you tonight!" Jihyo exclaims.

"Rollin is my new favorite song, no Sana no life, Sana Sana Sana," Nayeon reads off comments while laughing. "It seems you were quite popular."

Sana giggles cutely as she cuddles with Dahyun, her cheeks red probably from the alcohol.

"Look at this Mina one," Jeongyeon says. "Ass of the year, abs of the year, body roll of the year."

"Ahh Dahyun you are so cuuuuute," Momo shouts, showing everyone a clip of Dahyun during Rollin.

"Is she biting her lip?" Nayeon laughs. "Dahyun what happened to you!"

Dahyun laughs, her cheeks bright red, "what I was just playing around a bit!"

"A bit?" Chaeyoung replies while laughing.

Tzuyu softly comments from the side, "Mina you look so hot here."

Mina smiles and leans her head on Tzuyu's shoulder.

"It was Y/N's id-idea," Sana hiccups.

All nine of the girls look at you.

"Woah hold up wait a minute here, definitely was not my idea."

"Y/N is so dirty minded," Momo says.

"You even made Dahyun act sexy," Jihyo adds.

"Oh stop teasing him," Mina says from the side while laughing at you, "it was Sana's idea."

"That... doesn't surprise me at all," Jeongyeon says.

"Fancams are already on YouTube, compilations of Rollin," Chaeyoung says as she scrolls her phone, mouth open. "You three are being talked about in every Kpop community right now."

The girls continue chatting and drinking. Nayeon stands up and walks away, giving you a look as if she wants you to join her. You excuse yourself, climbing past Sana and Dahyun who are basically making out now.

Nayeon is wearing jeans and an oversized sweatshirt, "I think it's time to take it out."

You had forgotten that Nayeon was still wearing the plug. You take her to one of the changing areas, secluded from the rest of the girls. She pulls her pants down and leans on the dresser.

"How did it feel," you ask as you gently remove the plug.

"By the end I barely even noticed it, it was comfortable."

You stick your face between her cheeks and give her a few soft kisses before standing back up and pulling her pants up. She turns around to face you and hops up, so she's sitting on the dresser in front of you.

"And how was the other part?"

She pauses for a moment, "Sana was right, it really hurt. I think after a few more times though... I think I will really enjoy it."

You step closer to her, standing between her legs now, placing your hands around her lower back, "so that means you want to do it again."

She smiles softly at you, "depends, did you like it?"

You lean forward and kiss her.

On the van ride home you end up sitting in the middle row between Sana and Dahyun, while Nayeon and Momo sit in the back. Momo had fallen asleep on Nayeon. Meanwhile, Sana was all over you. She was usually very touchy, but it would be amplified whenever she had a few drinks in her.

"Oh I can't wait for you to fuck me tonight," she slurred, "I've been so naughty."

"Sana, you're drunk."

You try to constrain her to no avail, and she begins planting kisses on your face.

"Do you want to fuck me, do you want to put it in my butt again?"

Before you can even say anything, her body goes limp. She's now leaning on you as you hold her up, gently snoring. Dahyun giggles next to you.

"What are you giggling about," you say as you adjust Sana onto your shoulder.

"All the things Sana was saying she wanted to do with me tonight," Dahyun responds. "I don't think she will remember any of it now."

You grab her hand, "well, what about what you want to do tonight."

She stares into your eyes, her cheeks are still red, you're not sure if it's from the alcohol or something else. She doesn't say anything.

The van arrives at the hotel. You lay Sana down on the seat before picking up Momo, freeing Nayeon. You tell the staff driving the van that you'll be back for Sana, and you head into the hotel. You head up the elevator with Nayeon and Dahyun, with Momo on your shoulder.

"Here, take Sana's keycard and head to her room, feel free to freshen up," you say to Dahyun.

She takes the keycard and walks to Sana's room while you walk with Nayeon.

"Just bring her to my room tonight, I'll take care of her," Nayeon says.

You enter into Nayeon's room and place Momo gently on the bed.

"Here," you say to Nayeon while handing her the plug. "You can keep it as a memory of tonight, do with it what you want."

She gives you a kiss on the cheek, "go have your fun with Sana and Dahyun, goodnight."

You walk toward the elevator where you find the group of girls from the other van. They say their goodnights before heading to their rooms. Chaeyoung, however, breaks off from the group and comes over to you.

"Hey, umm, could you let me into Momo's room."

"I would but it would be empty, Momo is currently passed out in Nayeon's room," you reply.

"Aw that's a shame, I guess she owes me one," she says, looking disappointed. "Anyways, goodnight!"

You realize that Momo had probably planned to continue her new member every night thing, and it was Chaeyoung's turn. You chuckle softly as you take the elevator down. You head to the van where you find Sana still asleep, no longer snoring. You pick her up gently, wedding style in your arms before thanking the driver and heading towards your room.

As you ride the elevator up, Sana's eyes blink open. Her eyes are shining as she looks up at you.

"This is romantic, but also kind of embarrassing," she says. "I think I'm okay to walk."

You place her down, "so, how much Champagne did you end up drinking."

"Probably a bit too much," she answers while rubbing her temples.

The two of you enter Sana's room where you find Dahyun laying on the bed, passed out.

You look at Sana and whisper, "maybe we save this for another night."

Sana sits on the bed next to Dahyun and softly strokes her hair away from her face, watching her lovingly, "you're right, I'll be fine with her, go get some rest."

You head to your room where for the first time this tour you would be sleeping in your own bed.

#smut #fanfic #fluff #twice #kpop #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #jype #male reader #mature

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amberjazmyn · 2 months

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you cheeky fucker

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 - you cheeky fucker!

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - other than a cheeky/flustered/lovestruck rob watching you as you get changed, nothing.

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 - pretty much, you (bryanna) were getting changed and it wasn't until you looked up to see your best friend rob looking at you and then looking away that you realised he had been there the whole time lowkey staring at you.

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 - i am aware that rob is dating ruth connell and they have the cutest daughter margaret but, for the purposes of this fic, rob and ruth are not together and obviously, baby margaret does not exist!

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bryanna's pov

i was getting changed from one outfit to the next when i look up to see my best friend rob had "accidentally" been staring at me the whole time i'd been getting dressed. i clipped my bra on as i then slipped my grey crop top on over my head.

"...umm, robbie, my...my face is up here thank you, not down there," i giggle after the little staring from rob i had noticed

"oh...shi...sorry..." rob had all of a sudden become very flustered, closing his eyes instantly as he scoffed back a laugh, his beautiful but flustered smile evident on his face

"...don't worry rob. not like you haven't seen it before..." i giggled as rob bit his lip to stop himself from bursting out into nervous laughter as his entire face went red

"...bryanna! my gosh, you really have no filter!" rob giggled nervously as he was suddenly lost for breath as i smiled and giggled

jared may have been wishing he hadn't just walked in on whatever was going on between me and rob as rob smacked me, making me laugh even more.

"should...should i ask what i just walked into or...should i just leave it?" jared questions with a giggle, obviously coming to tell us our panel was on in a few moments as we both giggled

"maybe just leave it for now jared and we'll tell you later but, don't worry, what happened was completely accidental," i giggled softly as jared slowly nodded his head as he motioned for the stage, confirming me and rob's suspicions that it was time for our duo panel

"understood, thanks darl but, you and rob are seriously needed on stage for y'all's panel!" jared giggled, leaving as he took an apple as rob and i took one last look at each other before walking to the stage for our panel

during the panel, it seemed as though i couldn't stop thinking about how flustered rob got when i called him out on watching me get dressed. but, not in an uncomfortable way on both ends. oh my gosh, no, rob was the last person in the world to make me feel uncomfortable. however, at the same time, a part of me enjoyed how flustered he got and how he smiled and giggled like a teenager in love when i told him off in the joking matter i did. it seemed like rob couldn't stop thinking about it either so, i guess we decided to talk about it in front of five thousan people at a supernatural convention? i guess so.

"so guys...this is just a filler before we to questions but, rob and i, before we came out here on stage, had a really embarrassing moment together...so, robbie, just to make sure, is it okay if i tell this story?" i ask rob, making sure that if i told the story, he wouldn't murder me backstage or anything, rob giggling again

"of course you can darling!" rob finished giggling as he looked straight at me as he lent on the mic stand as my heart fluttered at him calling me darling

the crowd also got excited as i giggled, suddenly feeling flustered as i then moved forward to tell the story.

"uh...um..so, basically, what happened was, i was changing out of my umm...clothes *giggles* and i hadn't realised that i wasn't alone in the green room..." i trailed off as i giggled, "...rob was in the room too.." i giggled again as rob was also flustered and embarrassed as he covered his face, the crowd absolutely living for this story already

"...and let's just say that as i was getting changed, i hadn't realised that i was being watched and that rob had a very clear view of me...and, he...uh...didn't think to look away either *giggles*. so he...he just watched me get changed and it wasn't until i actually looked up at rob that either of us realised he was actually staring at me..." i paused so i could compose myself as i was almost hyperventilating from laughter, rob still with his face shoved away in his hands

"...i was putting this shirt on actually when i noticed where rob's *ahem* eyeline was and i redirected it for him. let's just say that i've never seem him so flustered and giggly before but, not gonna lie, it was definitely an experience seeing how flustered he could become just from me changing an article of clothing..." i trailed off again as the audience squealed and started shouting rob and i's ship name which was honestly quite strange but very sweet

when the panel eventually finished, it seemed as though rob wasn't as flustered anymore but he was still smiling. the five seven blue-eyed man walked up to the couch i was sitting on, i couldn't help but get excited and feel as though i was on cloud nine. he stood in front of me with a small, nervous smile on his face as i smiled back, hoping it eased his nerves a bit better.

"hey...umm...bryanna, about what happened this morning i was going to apologise..." rob trailed off in confusion as i smiled at his thoughtfulness

"...rob, no, you don't need to apologise at all! honestly, i didn't mind that i caught you staring at me. i mean, surely, it hadn't been the first time you've seen a girl's boobs and stomach anyway..." i smiled, standing up as rob relaxed and i could tell as he smiled again

knowing that i didn't think he was harrassing me or making me uncomfortable because he would know if he made me uncomfortable.

"...okay...that...that's cool...umm, i also had something else to tell you..." rob trailed off as i smiled at the all of a sudden shy rob who was usually so confident and giggly

"...yeah?" i spoke up, rooting for him as he took a deep breath in and just said it

"i...i really like you, bryanna. like, in a way that i've never felt for anyone else and have never been able to explain or articulate to anyone before and...i'm sorry if you don't feel the same as i do but i just thought i'd--" smiling, i moved closer to rob and decided to shut him up by kissing him because i knew if i let him continue talking he'd just become nervous and i didn't need him to go through all of that

we kissed for a lot longer than i'd thought we would before we pulled away due to needing to take a breather. pulling away, breathing heavily, i only wished rob could find words to say because i think i just rendered myself speechless from that amazing kiss. and, it seemed as though rob felt the same way as he smiled as well and seemed breathless and speechless as well.

"--wow...i...yeah..." rob stammered as i giggled as i bit my lip and suddenly turned into the shy one as rob just giggled as well

"...i mean...does...does that answer your question, rob?" i asked nervously as rob nodded his head as his eyes stayed wide

"yes...yes...it...it does answer my question, very much so..." rob swallowed as i nodded my head as i suddenly became jittery

"...okay...good...perfect...umm...i...i gotta go..." i trailed off, stammering nervously as i was about to leave when rob pulled me back, preventing me from leaving

"...no, bryanna, don't go..." rob whispered as he pulled me back, i turn around to face him, my head tilting to the side as he then pulls me in for another kiss

my face is for sure the picture of absolute shock but, i quickly relax into the kiss. which meant my face also relaxed and i smiled and my eyes closed as i started to enjoy the kiss and salvage in it. jesus y'all, if anyone was wondering, rob benedict is a fantastic kisser and y'all are missing out, i'm sorry! as rob and i continued making out, it started to get very, very heated. to the point where we knew we didn't wanna get caught so we closed the door behind us and made sure to lock it.

but, what we didn't realise was just how loud we were when the makeout session escalated into more than just a makeout...if you know what i mean...

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this was great to rewrite but for tumblr. i am trying to start to get comfy writing smut but i just don't think i'm that good at it unfortunately. but, if y'all have any tips, please feel free to let me know and inbox me as i would like to start to expand my sexy/smut repertoire.

ok bye ily xx

wc; idk, maybe around 2'000

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