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queen-of-reptiles · 4 months

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description: In which leah's rockstar girlfriend shows the england girls how to really put on a performance

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leah williamson x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: language, cute leah, some suggestive jokes

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y/n ready to put on a show ;)

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y/n grinned as she sucked a deep breath through her nose, her breathing slightly out of pace from all the jumping as she slid her guitar strap over her shoulder, fixing the instrument to her.

"Okay, I know ya'll love this one." y/n grinned, she looked up at the VIP section, eyes catching that of her lover's. Leah Williamson, even now, when there were thousands screaming for her, all y/n would ever want to find was the blonde.

y/n's fingers played the familiar riff on the guitar and the crowd started their screaming again as the drums kicked in. The Lionesses in the section all cheered and began to bounce as Leah chuckled.

"Yesterday I crashed my car Because I wondered what it'd feel like Pressed my foot down on the pedal And I ran right through the stop sign." y/n sang.

Her voice had always been low, raspy and powerful. She used to hate that, but as she got older and found that no songs fit her, she found that it was best to write ones to do so.

Leah loved her voice, from the second the two met Leah would sit and listen in awe every time y/n opened her mouth, she could be recording in the studio or belting mockingly in the shower, Leah would stop and listen every time.

"Told all my friends I hate them And then I played the victim 'Cause God forbid the problem's ever me Fucked my ex just to do it Guess therapy's been useless What a waste of £250 a week." y/n continued before holding the microphone out to the crowd.

"SO HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL?" The stadium erupted, shouts and screams from everyone saying the line.

"Well." y/n hummed, the music stopping for a second before the lights flickered and the drums kicked back in as the smoke machines went wild.

"I think I'm hooked on feeling low Like morphine in my soul Kinda like when I go cold (cold, cold) I think I'm hooked on feeling down I drink until I drown Anything to black it out (out, out)

I think I'm hooked I think, I think I'm Hooked

I think I'm hooked I think, I think I'm Hooked I think I'm..."

The performance boomed as y/n sung through the chorus. Her voice strong and just louder than the screaming crowd. Her precious guitar now sat safely off her as she bounced and sang.

Her hair was slick with sweat as she lent back slightly her jaw line popping and making Leah sigh and pinch at her nose in need at how hot her lover was.

"You alright there Leah?" Georgia asks, her voice worried as Leah turned to look at her, but the blonde scoffed when she saw the shit-eating grin on Georgia's face.

"Shut up." Leah huffed as the girls around them continued to dance along.

"Blow through all of my money On cigarettes and coffee 'Cause being broke is hard at 23." y/n sang.

"I'm actually 25 now." She added in spoken words, Leah rolling her eyes at the cigarettes line which was a habit she had tried to get her lover to stop.

"Go write another sad song And play it for my poor mom Anything so she feels bad for me." y/n continues before holding the microphone out once again.

"Y/N THIS IS SO DEPRESSING." The screams ran out from the stadium, Leah wincing as she shouted with them, and Lucy's shout in her ear.

The chorus began again and the lights flashed wilder as the bass became jumpier, the crowd bobbing as they jumped with y/n who always had good stamina and a great core to sing and dance as she did.

"I think I'm hooked." y/n finished with her song. The lights cutting out as the crowd screamed as the lights came back up, y/n laughing as she waved to everyone.

y/n let out a sigh as she slid her jacket off, her strong arms coming into show from the black one-piece she was wearing which was a bit too low cut for Leah's liking.

The sleek Arsenal red flares her lover also wore were more covering than the cleavage filled top, but the tightness at the top clung to her perky ass so well Leah gulped.

The cheers got louder which caused y/n to laugh as she ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head at the whistles which were aimed her way.

"This, is for one woman only." y/n winked, nodding toward the Lionesses where the camera zoomed in on the now smirking blonde captain.

Keira chuckled next to Leah as Georgia jeered, clapping her friend on the back who rolled her eyes playfully as y/n then hummed into her microphone.

"Got time for one more ay?" She asked her band who nodded.

The tune of 'Hot Gum' began and people went wild as the lights went down and came back up as y/n danced in place, Leah wetting her lips as she watched her lover.

"I hold soft flames on my tongue And chew on them like chewing gum They burn the roof of my mouth But I won't spit it out loud right now."

y/n's voice was low and lazy, vocal fry peaking through as she tilted her body around to the beat as the crowd cheered. The lights suddenly went dark as y/n continued.

"There's an inferno in your mouth I can tell by the way you smile like it burns You press your lips together like you're kissing yourself To stop me from learning." y/n's voice continued.

Suddenly the lights had come up and y/n was no longer visible on stage, but the camera's had found her. Leah jumped at the image of her lover behind her.

y/n chuckled into the microphone and wrapped an arm around the blonde's waist and despite the fact y/n was shorter than the blonde in that moment she had all the power.

"She's a keeper, she's a believer She's on the ground, on her knees in a theatre And she put us in a car, I don't know where we are But she fell in love with a fever." y/n sings.

The crowd were screaming once more, y/n grinning at her lover as she spun around her and to her front, Leah's arms wrapping around her naturally as she lent back to sing.

"I could never leave her, I could never keep her" That's what she says to the neighborhood preacher And she put us in a car, I don't know where we are But I fell in love with the fever and I." y/n sang.

Leah couldn't help but lean down and press a small kiss to the junction where y/n's neck met her shoulder and the crowd cheered once more.

"I watch us burn and fall, the heat is ten feet tall The potential is bench pressing us into the wall And the flick of flames weaving through my teeth If the hot gum were to slip out, where would we be?" y/n sung.

The girl switched so her back was against Leah's chest as she danced with the blonde's team the group all laughing as Leah's arms hugged tightly to y/n's waist as she continued to sing.

"She's a keeper, she's a believer She's on the ground, on her knees in a theatre And she put us in a car, I don't know where we are But she fell in love with a fever." y/n sang, slipping to her knees in front of her lover.

The cheers that arose were louder than anything all night as the camera continued to film as y/n lent into a backbend her hand gripping Leah's thigh - on her good leg, tightly.

"I could never leave her, I could never keep her" That's what she says to the neighbourhood preacher And she put us in a car, I don't know where we are But I fell in love with the fever and I." y/n sang once more.

She rose to her feet as the song continued, pulling the blonde in for a kiss which Leah returned albeit a little sheepishly considering they were in front of thousands.

y/n pulled away, pecking Leah's lips once more before high-fiving Georgia and running back to stage for the last section of the song.

"If I tell you what I'm thinking promise, you won't tell yourself If you tell me what you're thinking, I swear I won't tell myself She's on the ground, she's on his knees, she's a believer She's on the ground, she didn't listen to the preacher." y/n finished with a dramatic bow.

The crowd screamed and cheered as y/n chuckled, waving to them once more as she began to thank them all and her band.

"And thank you baby, for being so good with me." y/n added into the microphone which caused Leah to chuckle. "And to the team, because you're all always hype-women for me and that slaps." y/n added.

The crowd cheered as she thanked them once more before running off-stage, sighing in relief as she chugged a bottle of ice cold water while she waited for the growing cheers of the Lionesses to get closer.

"You sure know how to put on a show mrs. skipper!" Millie called as she slammed her hands on y/n's shoulders, only to wipe the sweat which coated them onto a shouting Rachel.

LJ and Hempo both cheered as the three shared a quick shared high five, before Lotte, Beth and Niamh all did the same.

"Hmm, certainly." Leah said, folding her arms and raising a sharp brow, an unimpressed look on her face at the stunt pulled.

"Love you." y/n winked as she pressed a kiss to Leah, Alessia and Ella letting out fake gags which caused Lucy to hit them.

"Children." Keira chuckled as Georgia high-fived y/n once again as y/n sighed and sagged.

"Carry me to dressing room?" She asked Leah tiredly and the blonde nodded, swooping up the star into her arms as the Lionesses teased and cooed.

"Shut up!" Leah called before walk off with her lover.

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loved this one and really got into the performing section lmao

Songs used:

Hooked - Sam Short

Hot Gum - Sofia Isella

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Eleven to One: Hate You Lots

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin, Kim Minju, Kim Chaewon

Length: 7440 words

Tags: Daddy kink, perverted family, nudist kink, submission, kneeling, good girls, blow job, double blow job, deepthroating, face fuck, training, cursing, public, undressing, degradation, insulting, hate sex, someone calls you out on your weird behavior, sex in front of others, hair pulling, riding, bad sex, Chaewon is bad at sex, mentions of 2Kim, body licking, passionate kissing, maybe mind break?, cowgirl, fingering, dangerous sex, Yujin sells out her friend kekw

TW: hate sex, cursing, extreme Daddy kinks; Disclaimer: no, I don't believe you can turn gay people straight, ffs, I hope no one thinks that, and if you do, kindly turn on your brain or go away lol

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing

Inspiration: The big horny; also, someone has to oppose this crazy family kink/idea xD

(A/N: editing is not that great as is my health rn. Stay safe and healthy out there, everyone. Let's continue this fucked up saga with a crazy part and multiple scenes ;D)

“Daddy, you need to hurry up!”

Yujin stands in the kitchen door and bops up and down like an excited puppy. She’d surely swing her tail around wildly if she were a dog, but that is besides the point. You’re still tired from stressful phone calls the night before. Doesn’t help that it’s still very early in the morning. If the sun hasn’t bothered showing up yet, why should you.

"Do we have to go watch this performance? They film these things so early all the time," you groan in annoyance and sip at your coffee.

"Daddy, please?” Yujin begs with folded hands and sparkling eyes. “It will be so nice to see Chaewon and Sakura perform again. I really like their new song and you will too!"

When Yujin plays nice, it means she really wants something. This is close to a girl asking her Daddy for something—this comes too close to all the family stuff she has you fantasizing about lately. Try not to spit out your coffee and frantically wave your hand.

"Fine, we'll go. But I expect some pleasure when we get home,” you add with raised eyebrows and Yujin winks. “I have yet to meet Chaewon. Everyone describes her as lovable."

"Chaewon-unnie won't disappoint you. She sure is loveable. However, I think that she is showing new sides to herself."

"Sure, whatever. I'll set Hyewon up to go to the meeting then."

"Thank you so much, Daddy."

"Now look for a nice dress," you say, eyes roaming Yujin’s pajama-covered curves, "Only I get to see you like this."

"Of course, Daddy. I always wear outfits just for you… I think you'll like today's too."

Yujin starts to undress. The dress is still in her room, but the pajamas fall off her slender figure already. You can never get enough of this extraordinary sight. You might be a bit pressed for time, but as you look over your naked Yujin, your lust gets the better of you.

"I want you now, baby girl. Call for Minju too. No reason you two shouldn't be sucking my cock right now."

Yujin turns around on her heel and immediately kneels on the floor. Her hands rest idly on her lap and she gives you a hellish, seductive grin before calling out her former bandmates name:

"Minju-unnie~ come here a-s-a-p."

You hear steps coming from further down the floor. They are not normal steps, but rather from someone who was caught by surprise and stumbles towards you. A faint creak, Minju rushes from the bathroom to you and she quickly stops right next to Yujin. You eye the fresh make-up on her cheeks and light lipstick on her luscious lips. Sadly, you can't eye her naked body in all its glory, because she tries to cover most of it with her hands.

"Y-yes, Yujinie?" Minju asks shyly, trying not to stare down at Yujin’s immaculate body too much.

"I think Daddy wants something~"

Yujin's eyes narrow and she begins to stick out her tongue to show lots of drool pooling on it. She gradually crawls towards you, sticking out her bubble butt and shaking with blatant want. She is giving it her all to be desirable, submissive and still punishable.

"Wh-what does Daddy need?" Minju asks kindly and turns to you. Make-up or not, her cheeks are rosy from embarrassment. She is still, even after a couple of weeks, not used to being in full nude before you, although she committed so willingly after you made her yours.

You grab the hand covering Minju's pussy while Yujin finally reaches your tight pants and rubs her cheek onto the bulge with a purr. Yujin's fingers play with your zipper while yours play with Minju's clit. You flick it lightly once, then rougher. Tears glisten and sparkle in narrow eyes, and you look deeply into the mess Minju is slowly becoming. However, her arm still crosses her chest and hides her breasts.

"Daddy needs you, Minju, because you are his. I think we agreed on this, so show me your amazing body."

Her labia is wet to the touch, thus inserting a finger is easy. Minju tenses up for a second, but when you kiss her cheek, she relaxes and you plunge two more fingers into her. She screams out, but you plug her mouth the same way: three digits, hilt deep in a wet hole of hers. It’s like pushing all the right buttons to deactivate Minju’s resolve. Her arm falls from her chest. Finally, she is a bare feast for you.

"You can do better, Minmin," you say with a slight sigh of disappointment at the end. Your fingers move in and out of Minju faster and faster. In the meantime, Yujin takes a long ass time to free your length. It's probably because you are focused not on her but on teaching Minju a lesson, but this is no reason to keep you waiting. Yujin has no right to deny you your pleasure, yet she still finds ways to subtly tease you.

Remove your fingers from Minju's mouth and let her moan and whimper freely as she begins to grind on your deeply buried digits that twist and turn inside her hot walls. With your now free hand, you pull out your cock, much to Yujin's surprise, and slap it across her face. It's a shame that you have to give them a small punishment before you can get to the main course, but it's also not bad. Training puppies is more fun than you ever thought.

"I-I'm so-sorry, Daddy," Minju cries out and falls to her knees. It’s the only way to escape your fingers, however, it’s not a way to escape your rule. You immediately slap her face with your cock as well, until she finally sticks out her tongue, which Yujin instinctively does. The younger one has already stained the floor with her runny saliva, so before she ruins it entirely, you put your cock on her lips. You could call it a plug.

"Lube it up, bitch! Show me what your mouth is really useful for,” you groan at Yujin, then shift your attention to Minju. "Minmin, I called you here because I wanted you to join us, but you still have to learn a lot. I pray for your sake that you don’t stretch my patience intentionally. Get some saliva from Yujin and help her lube it up—or go back to your room!

Oh, and Yujin: if you want to go to Chaewon's performance, you'll be a good girl, right?"

"Yes, Daddy!" the younger shouts.

"N-no, Daddy," her unnie whimpers cutely.

Two very different answers, but both are exactly what you want to hear. Minju makes a cute face while gathering saliva in her mouth and gets ready to kiss your cockhead. When Yujin turns to her however, ready to give some of her drool, Minju becomes a flushing mess. In panic, she misses Yujin’s lips and releases her collected drool all over her friend's cheek.

Guess her feelings are quite strong for her ex-group members.

Minju's saliva trails down Yujin's face and chin and the latter can't help but giggle. Not in her usual cute and cheerful way, but in a lewd, horny way. Yujin grabs Minju's tomato-colored head and finds her lips in a furious make-out session. The klutz is wide eyed at first, but she melts into Yujin, the Dongsaeng she so loves and her eyelids fall shut. Dams break and the flow of drool is like a raging torrent from one mouth to the other. You line yourself up right next to it.

Yujin frees herself and releases everything from her mouth. A skilled tongue wets almost your entire manhood, from your base to all over your balls and underside. Minju follows suit and her cute mouth releases a waterfall as well. It covers your tip and the remaining dry skin without fail. They both begin to spread and massage the lubricant all over your rigid shaft and full balls, making you groan deeply. Fucking finally.

"Minju, you look so cock drunk," you mock her. "I bet you are staining the floor with your stupidly sweet juices already."

"Swowwy, Daddy,” she babbles with no regard for manners as her mouth is stuffed with your rod.

"Are you sorry though?"

Yujin gives a strong suck on your balls; it’s more like she leaves a message. She is fed up with being ignored. Her lips pucker around every one of your most sensitive parts. She knows your cock inside out, of course. After all, it has been inside of her more time than she has had promotions—just how she likes it.

You snarl nonetheless.

You don't let Minju answer as you push your tip deeper into her mouth, letting her suck it gently. You pet Yujin's head to signify you knew she was there. A surprise that it works. You really did break her back there. No bratty words, no teasing pout, just diligent stimulation of her Daddy’s dick.

Minju's cock sucking is always a sloppy affair. Her feisty face with glassy orbs is always a wonderful sight as she tries to shove it all inside her. She is still lacking however. You are sure this will not tip you over the edge, although she is able to extract precum from your slit with her quick tongue. The biggest issue is that she is scared to take the massive thing, shove it down her throat herself. Minju is not on the same sluttiness level as her Dongsaeng, who would gladly fuck herself on you until tears fall down—for a meal, for shoes, for a meeting with her Unnies.

"Fuck, it's not enough," you groan in slight anger and slide your hand from Yujin's sweaty hair to Minju's brown locks. Grip them tightly to force her head down your phallus. Her forehead crashes onto your pelvis. Minju chokes, you groan, Yujin gasps.

"Minmin… you need more training. I'm losing patience, fuck,” you curse. This should have been an easy and casual affair, breezy and mindless but it takes effort to train Minju. If she wasn't so cute with a fuckable body, your hospitality would certainly expire at some point. Now, she is basically family, and you are willing to help her be a good girl, a good slut. Family, s-sure.

Doesn’t matter if you call yourself family, you push deeper against her throat anyways. She is here for your use. Yujin meanwhile keeps trying to put your balls in her mouth, down her throat almost, as if her life depends on it. Yujin is learning to share, with her mommies, with her sister, with her family. Not again, fucking family.

"Daddy, if she can't take it, then I'm ready. Ready to fulfill your desire."

Yujin’s purr pulls you out of your disturbingly hot thoughts. She pouts on your balls, her desperately pleading, yet sharp eyes watching you from below. She massages your thighs with her soft fingers, slobbers all over your balls and moans in her most delicate voice. Yujin doesn't only want attention, she wants to win and is determined to be the perfect, disgustingly drooling slut for you. Rivalry between siblings?

"Shut up! You better help your unnie get better at it. Maybe you'll get some reward, but that is out of your control."

This is the moment where she would usually roll her eyes, but Yujin is a changed girl now—or is she hiding her annoyance? Either way, Yujin backs off behind Minju, who chokes on your cock whenever you pull her closer to your crotch. Tears and sweat of her struggle cover her face, yet she still doesn’t get it.

Your grip on Minju's hair loosens when Yujin's fingers seductively crawl up Minju's neck to the top of her head. The older girl gets goosebumps and wide eyes at the sensation and then shrieks. Yujin has her long, healthy locks in a tight grip.

"Unnie," she says in a bitchy and unamused tone, something very rare these days. "I really love you, but you're doing this wrong. Let me help."

What follows somewhat negates the fact that Yujin just told Minju that she loves her. With unexpected roughness, she starts to slam down the elders face onto your pelvis. Minju's forehead forcefully touches your abdomen and your dick breaks every barrier in her throat to reach deep into her. She gargles on her own spit for a second and chokes like it would actually save her from the massiveness blocking her air flow.

"Like. This. Unnie. Down."

Yujin pulls Minju back at her hair and with each new word she mimics a deep throating motion only a goddess of cocksucking could manage—and Minju is definitely no goddess at it yet. She tries her best to take it, to go at the pace herself, but Yujin just goes faster. It's impossible for her to adapt to the speed, but for you, this struggle is an even greater joy.

"Oh God, this is good. Actually fucking good!"

You groan and smile with the confidence of someone who has earned this and the more you think about it, the further you feel validated. Your hands cannot remain idle, they want to reach for Minju's hair. Yujin however gives you no reason to do so, and so you dig your fingers into hers, those perfect brown strands on this perfect bitch.

"Train her well, Yujin."

"I will, Daddy."

"Good. Open your mouth."

Yujin smiles greedily, the cock hungriness of a million horny sluts in her eyes. Her grip on Minju loosens and you give the beautiful, ruined klutz a chance to breathe. Minju falls to the floor coughing and spitting, her makeup everywhere but their original position.

Your girlfriend's mouth opens invitingly. Your length disappears inside her and you burst at the distinctive, perfect touch of her tongue. Yujin's eyes are bright and wide open as she receives the gift of validation, of triumph over your adoration for Minju. More than a mouthful of cum, enough to satisfy her hunger and encourage her cock drunkness.

"You need more training," you calmly say to Minju while patting Yujin as she cleans your dick. "Otherwise Daddy will be disappointed."

"I... I understand, Daddy. D-do you stil—”

"Don't ask such a question,” you interrupt her firmly, but with more care and love than you ever did before. “I'm sure you will do good next time, hm?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

No matter how rich you are, you cannot control time. Hours fly by and the meet-up you promised Yujin to go to arrives faster than you wanted. You had to control yourself after seeing your girlfriend's outfit, that amazing dress showing off her body incredibly well. It looked as hot as her bare body, maybe even better in a way.

Control over your urges becomes better with boring people around you. The directors, cameramen and managers get easily fooled by Yujin's act. Yujin remains professional, no one can assume any kind of special or weird relationship between the two of you. A simple meeting, they don’t even ask you a single question. Is it really this easy to get behind the scenes of such a shoot?

After the boring introductions are over, you get ready for new, more fun ones.

First off is Sakura. The second she sees Yujin and you exit the conference room with all the managers, she leaves her bandmates behind and runs over. Her upper body is covered by a pink blanket to keep her warm, but below it you see hints of a white stage outfit. Baggy trousers and some kind of crop top.

The smaller Sakura stands before her Dongsaeng and gets in position to bow down, but Yujin quickly embraces her. With glee she shouts:

"Unnie, I missed you so much! It's been so long."

"Yujinnie, were you always this tall?"

"Yah! You sound like a grandma."

The two of them start to giggle and you give them a weak smile. The others should not catch you being suspicious, so you look around the vast hall. A very simplistic set, mostly colored in gray. In between the expensive camera equipment and handful of staff, you eye another person clothed in white. Your jaw begins to fall as you inspect the revealing outfit and incredible body more and more. This is definitely sluttier than anything Yujin ever wore in any of her stages.

You cough and look back down to your girlfriend who is still giggling and chatting with Sakura. The two of them are holding hands and you see Yujin's eyes sparkle in happiness. Good for her, definitely, but your cockhead is already urging you to think of someone else. Who is wearing this loose, insane collection of white stripes barely hiding anything?

"Oh shoot, we're about to perform," Sakura gasps and quickly hugs Yujin. Before she leaves, she gives you an unmistakable wink and a classic, beautiful smile, "Thank you for coming!"

"Unnie, fighting!"

"Glad to see you enjoying yourself," you whisper, but Yujin puts a finger on your lips.

"You don't want to miss this. I'm pretty sure Chaewon will be to your liking."

“Impurities / show you my impurities.”

"Cut!” the director shouts as the girl group members still stand there, frozen in the final pose of their dance. “Well done! We'll wrap things up for today."

Everyone cheers and claps, the shoot went excellent. Yujin besides you joins in as well, even the last random staff sitting in the corner applauds.

Everyone except you. You are completely feral. All because of this one fucking girl, with her short black hair in stark contrast to her slutty white outfit. All because she has to look so fucking hot while dancing this already provocative dance. All because of her fucking impurities. You almost lose your cool and reach for Yujin's ass, but this is not the time, not the place, not even for this. Fucking Chaewon, fuck.

Chaewon walks over and screeches when she sees her beloved Dongsaeng. Unlike with Sakura, the two of them immediately crash into one another and exchange hugs, jokes and all the banter they can come up with. This time, you are unable to look away for long. Chaewon's ass has its own gravity. It pulls your gaze back every time you notice how long you've been staring.

"Unnie, you are so good! And you look so good! This is going to be such a hit," Yujin babbles.

"You are one to talk," Chaewon responds in delight. "You have grown to become a beautiful woman. I bet you will make someone really happy one day."

Yujin grins and whispers directly into Chaewon's ear. From your point of view, it's impossible to understand anything, let alone read her lips. After a short while, Chaewon backs out of the hug. The situation has grown tense, cold even, but it gets even colder for you when Chaewon suddenly walks up to you. She stares—not into your eyes, but straight to your soul.

"You fucking pig."

"Excuse me?"

"You are disgusting. I swear to God, if you do anything fucked up... I'm going to fuck you up so bad, until you—ugh!"

Chaewon’s sentence is cut off by a disgusted gag. She stomps away quickly, her face filled with despise and harsh anger. The sway of her hips is even stronger than before now, which disturbs your feelings. Confusion and horniness force you to stand and ogle her bubble butt while your heart cannot comprehend these conflicting emotions inside you.

"What the fuck was that?" you whisper to Yujin, as she guides you out of the studio. "What the hell did you tell her that she would get this pissed?"

"Look," Yujin says, her tone far from playful and bratty, much closer to serious and guilty. "I knew that you would get the hots for her, but I didn't know that she would hate the idea so much."

"Which idea? What did you tell her, Yujin?"

The two of you flee towards your car to get some actual privacy. You can't raise your voice to her in public after all, although now might be the perfect time. Depending on what she just told Chaewon, literally everything could be in deep shit.

"Chill, Daddy, I told her that you are my boyfriend and that we'd like to have a threesome with her. Nothing too crazy, just something to sooth her in."

"And?"

"I-I mentioned the Daddy kink… and a b-bit more, you-you know?"

You sigh and put on your seatbelt. The engine roars and you start to race towards your apartment. Whatever Yujin means by ‘a bit more’, it made Chaewon seriously angry, which could make things bad for you quickly. Your mind tries to find a good response or solution to it, at the very least, you should find a punishment for Yujin that suits her stupid behavior.

A red light makes you hit the breaks. Yujin's hand immediately travels to your thigh and massages it. Coldly, you slap it away.

"Get in the backseat. I need to find a solution to this. And you better help me think, slut."

Yujin obediently climbs over the center console and positions herself in the middle of the back row. Through the rearview mirror, you see her in her gorgeous black dress with those sexy black stockings and her ruinable hair, make-up, face. You click your tongue as the lights turn green.

"Daddy, I'm sorry,” Yujin stutters to defend herself. “To-to be honest, I was convinced Chaewon—l-look, I relied on her being needy and desperate. A-and because you are so hot, I thought she was down for it."

"Undress."

"Wh-what."

"You heard me right, bitch. Get out of that dress. Slowly. I want to see what I own."

Yujin nods hesitantly. Her fingers fidget at the silky hem of her expensive dress and she begins to slowly pull up. Goosebumps of fear and excitement spread over her pale skin. She knows that those side windows are tainted, but the front is of course still wide open. Anyone could catch the unlikely, yet possible glimpse of her bare body if she continues this.

"Go on, " you snark in excessive annoyance, "Either give me a solution or get rid of that dress."

"I-I, " Yujin stutters. You hit the breaks at another red light and stare through the mirror. Your eyes lock and before you can order her to go full nude, she jumps in realization.

"Minju! I-I know a way, Daddy!"

"What?"

"Uhm... Minju is, if you remember from our punishment game, ve-very much into Chaewon, a-and as far as I know, Chaewon feels the same."

"So?" you say impatiently, fingers tipping the top of the steering wheel. The light turns green. You hit the throttle and as the Mercedes accelerates, you can hear Yujin's plan play out in your head. Guess she won't have to drive around naked.

At least not this time.

"Step 1: Get Minju and Chaewon to be on a call."

The plan starts off easy. All it takes for this to happen is for you and Minju to be home at the same time, which happens quite frankly. After all, Minju is not an actively training idol anymore and Hyewon is doing a good job right now, so you can stay at home with no worries. Now you only need to find a fitting moment.

Minju walks into the kitchen. Some sixth sense inside your crotch tells you to take the opportunity. Right now, now or never, a perfect time frame, whatever you may call it, it's enough to make you jump up and follow the naked beauty. Minju reaches for one of the upper shelves, a cookie box on top of it. She looks adorable, trying to grasp the metal frame of the colorful box. You grab her waist from behind and sit her on the opposite counter top. For no reason, you press a kiss on her lips.

"Huh? D-Daddy?"

"Fuck, you are beautiful. Uhm, did you want the cookies."

"Y-yeah, i-if I may."

"Of course."

You grab one of them and give it to her. As she begins to happily much on it, you give her her cellphone.

"Can you call Chaewon?"

"Chaewon-unnie? Why?"

"Well... I'm pretty sure she misses you. And it's shortly after noon, so she’s probably on a break right now."

You press your hands into Minju's thighs, massaging them, spreading them, while getting close to her face and whispering:

"Don't you want to see her again? Maybe set up a meeting to kiss?"

Minju blushes. She tries to hide her face, an odd visual as her whole body is in full nude and her pussy more and more visible from your spreading her legs. Nonetheless, she still searches for Chaewon's number and calls her the second the last cookie crumbs tumble down her throat.

"Unnie! This is Minju! Yes. Yes, I miss you too. We haven't talked in forever."

The two of them engage in a lively conversation immediately. Minju is engaged, distracted, as you predicted. Her beautiful smile and giggles as she gets teased are so endearing, you feel a little bad for using her.

"Step 2: Let Chaewon hear how good you make Minju feel."

Minju's legs are spread. She is not completely oblivious to it, as she gives you concerned glances, but she does not close them. She really became a good girl, so you will treat her like one. Grab her thighs and adjust her on the surface, then lower yourself to her crotch.

"U-u-unnie, I..."

You blow on Minju's pussy and then dive tongue-first into the pink, twitching entrance.

Your taste buds get a taste of what she seems to be leaking all the time and you can't lie: it's addicting. Her juice is like honey, but a lot less tenacious and easily consumable. With your tongue spreading her lips, you get a good amount of it and she is obviously unable to understand what Chaewon is saying.

You enjoy her taste, but her odor might be even better. She smells fresh like a rose and needy like the good girl she is slowly becoming for her Daddy. You could sniff her for longer, but the time is ticking. Chaewon won't stay on the phone forever after all, so you drag your tongue over Minju's labia. Her legs jerk lightly and she whimpers softly, softer than her folds. Those folds get greedily attacked by your licks, the left side, the right side, then all over. A first moan is imminent, and Minju releases it right into the speaker.

"Minmin?" Chaewon asks worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes, I—hng, ah!"

Suck on her clit and Minju's phone tumbles out of her hand. You quickly pick it up and put it against her mouth. Chaewon shall hear every sound, every pant, every sexy moan from Minju's pretty lips.

"Minmin, what's happening?"

"I-It's okay, hng, it feels so go-good, ah!"

Minju's hand in your hair is unsure if it should push you away from her twitching core or deeper into it. Her thighs however are a lot more honest. They press down on your ears from each side. The more viciously you lick and suck, the less gentle they become.

"What feels good? Wait, are you masturbating? During a call?!"

"N-no, I, " Minju stops and her teary eyes look down at you. You quickly nod and give her an award in advance: a sudden finger in her empty, greedy pussy.

"I-I'm not, Unnie, he-he is just so good, ah! I'm gon-gonna cu—"

Minju mindlessly screams and squirts as you finger-and-tongue-fuck her over the edge. The fact that she cums so easily now makes you proud and you'd love to drink more from her leaking hole, but you have your fun adventure to not only end a call, but also start a new crazy chapter in your life.

"Who, Minju who in the fucking hell—"

"It's me, Chaewon,” you say in a dismissive, confident tone. “Yes, me. The fucking pig. I bet you know where to find me. But don't get your hopes high."

You give Minju a loud, sloppy kiss as she still moans in deep blissfulness.

"Minju is mine."

"Step 3: Wait."

A ring at your doorbell. Minju walks to the speaker and filled with enthusiasm, she presses the button to call Chaewon's elevator up. She leaves the door open and walks back to you.

"Well done, Minmin. Are you not embarrassed? Being naked before Chaewon?"

"No, no," she shakes her head cutely, then blushes, "we saw each other naked often."

"Oh? So you two did more than just kissing, huh~?"

Minju's blush grows. In what can only be the universe's irony, she rather hides her face then her exposed pussy and medium size breasts. She has really gotten used to being naked—or it's because she is still euphoric from your cock being in her right after the call ended?

"Do you want to do it again?"

Your question makes Minju look up at your closer coming figure. You love the shyness and innocence she still has even after all that has happened. It makes you want to cuddle her—or break her again, fuck her mindlessly against the wall, in the shower or in front of her friend.

"Do you want to have sex with Chaewon? Or do you want this?"

You drop your dress pants and although her eyes remain locked with yours, her hand instinctively reaches for your still hard cock. Another clear victory for you, as she strokes you.

"Minmin, where are you?" Chaewon shouts from the front door.

"Tell her where you are, Minmin, " you sadistically whisper into her ear. "Tell her who owns you, tell her where you reside, where you spend your days naked and being a whore. Minmin look at me. Would you ever touch Chaewon without Daddy's permission? Would you ever want to? Or is Daddy all you need, all you ever want?"

You put your hand at her chin and hold her up to you, oozing a wad of spit from your mouth into hers. Suddenly, Chaewon rushes in and stops in the door frame. With an inner grin, you let even more spit run down on Minju's tongue and down her chin which you firmly hold. Feeling your own saliva has rarely felt this good.

"Min... Minju what is—you fucking bastard, you pig! I'm going to kill you!"

If she would follow up her words, Chaewon would need to leap towards you and tackle you to the ground, yet she still stands there, her knees shaking from anger, her hands in firm fists. You smirk at her, not concerned in the slightest. All that matters rests in your palm and is as well-trained as ever.. It’s the same as with Hyewon: you have all the leverage, not only the feeling of power, but real power. You are not going to hold it back

"What's wrong?” you respond with utmost wit. “Come and kill me then. But I assume you won’t even step into the room, what a disappointment. Minmin, tell Chaewon what we just discussed. Tell her everything."

"Shut the fuck up!” Chaewon screams at the top of her lungs, face boiling bright red in rage. “Minju, get away from him. You don't have to do that. He is just using you to cheat on Yujin!"

"B-but Unnie," Minju gulps down your spit and gives her friend a serious, determined look. "This is my home, this is where I-I walk around naked everyday. This is my Daddy and I'm so happy he owns me and f-fucks me. Thank you, Daddy."

Minju gets on her toes and you pull at her chin to start a short, passionate torrent of kisses, while her pussy presses down on your upright shaft. Chaewon gasps.

"Cheat on Yujin?” you say with slight indignation, as your tongue slips from Minju’s lips. “I would never and have never. In fact, Yujin is the one who pushed Minju here in the first place! I didn't want her here, but she's proven to be a fun toy and a good girl for Daddy. Isn't that right Minju?

She nods eagerly, her eyes shimmering, licking the spit on her face or the juice in her crotch. You firmly squeeze her chin and stare her down to the absolute shock of her friend.

“Now, you didn't listen to me fully. Would you ever touch Chaewon without Daddy's permission? Would you ever desire her without my approval? Who has given you the greatest happiness and pleasure in your life, who do you love the most, Minmin?"

"I love Chaewon, but I want Daddy. Daddy owns me, I only want your cock."

"Good girl," you growl with a smirk. She didn't need to be so cute about it, but you can't help but dig into her collarbone with kisses while lifting her light body up. She wraps her legs around your waist and with ease, your cock penetrates her slick pussy. Without caring for the frozen Chaewon, you carry Minju to the couch.

"Ride Daddy, Minju. Show Chaewon how you bounce on someone you really love."

"Yo-you are a bit mean, Dad—ah!"

You give her a heavy thrust and a spank on her firm ass. The hit on both her inside and outside leaves her mewling and she abides. Much to the dismay of Chaewon, Minju starts to bounce on your cock like a marble bounces down an endless staircase. Her hands are wrapped around your nape and you enjoy the sight of her delirious face and shaking tits.

"Good girl Minmin. Who has given you the best pleasure, baby girl? Is it Chaewon or me?"

"Daddy! Daddy is the best!"

"That's fucking enough!"

Chaewon finally gathered her strength. Her stomps are strong. Like an angry hoard of buffaloes, she storms over to you and wraps her arms around Minju. With one strong pull, she gets her Dongsaeng off of your cock.

"N-no, Unnie, I want."

"Minju, he won't do this to you anymore."

Chaewon reaches for both your tip and your throat. Mercilessly, she squeezes down on both of them while locking eyes. Her dark irises are like a void of hatred, sucking you in. The power of a blackhole, while her hands use the power to suffocate your pleasure.

Yet you don't break a sweat. With a badly faked whimper, you say what she probably wants to hear.

"I'm so scared, oh no, don't kill me Chaewon."

"Chaewon! What the hell are you doing? Get away from him right now!"

You smirk as Chaewon turns around and sees an angry, truly angry Minju. This wasn't anger of jealousy or desire, but of seeing a loved one in danger, a need to protect.

"You are out of your mind, Minju!" Chaewon shouts back at her friend and stares. The blackholes that couldn't do anything to you, seem to be effective. No matter how angry Minju is, she will always be soft at heart. She backs off, still irritated and clearly unsatisfied.

It's a circus you love to see. Anything to make Chaewon crack a little more.

"Wow, calling your best friend these words. You must be the one out of your mind, Chaewon. Maybe the bitchiness has clouded your brain."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! I hate you, I hate you so fucking much. I will... I will take this from you."

She squeezes your cock even tighter.

"This? You want to rip it off?" you laugh at her face.

"No. I will drain you. Remove all the pleasure from what you think your 'power' is."

Chaewon leans to your face and digs all of her fingernails into your skin. The pain in your facade is the only thing that you don't have to fake anymore. It hurts like hell.

"And then I'll take Minju back."

"Oh ho," you mockingly hum. Chaewon rids herself of her skirt and panties. For the first time, she isn't pressing something down or into your throat. You probably bleed from there, if not it's just the sweat. But to win this, every drop of blood, sweat and tears is worth it.

"I'll fucking fuck you till your breath stops, pathetic son of a bitch."

Chaewon does not give you a chance to respond. The palm of her hand is firmly pressed on your lips as she sinks on your shaft. Her pussy, a freshly shaved innie, is incredibly tight and she struggles to get you in. In frustration, she spits in her hand and lubes you up.

You try to make a scene by flailing with your arms. Maybe she really believes that she can break you this way. But there is certainly a small part in her that just wants to try it. The pleasure you give to her Dongsaengs, the temptation that is your body and cock, they are all too great to not be a factor in her bizarre decision to straddle your lap.

"Shit," Chaewon winces when you finally pierce her open. This time the penetration is a bit easier, but she still struggles. Her plan looks even more embarrassing now. How in the hell does she want to hurt you if she is already hurting at this stage.

"U-Unnie, stop doing that," Minju urges her from the side, stern concern in her voice.

Chaewon shakes her head and wipes a tear off her face. She's got you almost entirely inside her and starts to wiggle her hips a little. You can't lie, this isn't a lot of fun for you either. She is too dry inside and compared to the enthusiastic, submissive Minju, she is absolutely no fun. If you were doomed to always have sex like this for the rest of your life, she would have succeeded in breaking your spirit.

Luckily, this is not the case.

"W-well? Already hating it?" Chaewon asks, her voice trying to sound triumphant while her face contorts in pain. She removes her hand from your lips and you frown at her, unimpressed, unfazed.

"Minju, come over here."

Your command is followed instantly. Minju kneels next to you, her beautiful body upright on the couch. Her gorgeous breasts are on your eye-level and you have to force yourself to look past them. Her face is painted with uncertainty and neediness.

"Yes, Daddy? Ah!"

Instead of answering her, you stick two fingers into her entrance below. Minju begins to mewl like a cute kitten and the envy on Chaewon's face is priceless. Surely she can attack you in this position, but as she is unable to adjust to the large phallus inside her, she won't do anything.

"Your Unnie doesn't feel as great as you. Do you think there is any way we can help her, how you can help her?"

"Daddy, I know e-every spot that Chaewon-unnie likes."

"No, Minju, no," Chaewon whines, but before she can get a hand on her friend, you grab both her wrists and hold them tightly.

"That's great, but first, give me Chaewon's panties. We have to tie her up, she has been very naughty."

This is the moment Chaewon should realize that her plan was futile and stupid to begin with and that her curiosity and libido got the better of her. With her smelly panties, she receives the treatment of a caught criminal, all while her friend is playing along. The only way out would be to leave, but this would mean to leave Minju behind.

Chaewon's heart cannot allow this. It cannot forget how strong she feels whenever the taller girl smiles or waves at her, when they cuddled in bed during the covid scares, when they cried together after the final concert. All the times they got intimate together—she can't leave her behind.

"Good girl," you groan to Minju and caress her cheek. In Chaewon's mind, you're saying it to her and she hates it. She hates every last bit of you. The way you nuzzle up into Minju to whisper to her. The way you control her and force her to call you Daddy. The way you make her—

"Ah, Minju, no-not there!"

Minju places soft, slow kisses below Chaewon's navel and works her way in a zig-zag pattern from thigh to thigh. Only a few things make the fierce leader weaker than this and only Minju knows of them.

"You're doing so good, Minju."

Your praise is met with a hum when you massage her butt and then move back to gently play with her clit. Minju moves further up. She licks Chaewon's underboob, not caring about the salty sweat which resides there. Goosebumps travel all over Chaewon's skin and when Minju finally leeches onto one of her nipples, you feel it without a doubt.

"Oh, it's working,” you say excitedly as a surge of juice lubes up your shaft inside Chaewon, and you decide to tease her with it. “Chaewon, are you getting wetter?"

"N-no, pig. Fuck, I h-hate y-you."

"That's why you're here, hm? Then do it! Free 'your' Minju."

The small woman gets into position again. Your cock almost slipped all the way out of her, it's a lot easier for her to let you glide inside. However, her untrained walls still struggle with the last inch. No matter how much she forces herself, it’s not enough, agonizing for both of you. The entirety of her riding is sloppy, absolutely unenjoyable.

All her adjustments and attempts to take you faster or more of your dick end the same way: with a groan of disappointment. You let her try it over and over again, but her attempt at hate sex is nowhere near overstimulation or pain. There is a lot more boredom, although her walls have potential.

"Fuck, Chaewon, that's not gonna work."

You roll your eyes and Chaewon actually stops. Tears are in the corner of her eyes and when you look over to Minju, she seems pretty upset as well. Her only comfort is your hand rubbing her softly on her sensitive spots.

"You're pretty shit at this, wow,” you dryly whisper your factual insult. “I thought you wanted Minju back, make me resign and give up, but this is just downright bad."

"Wh-what? What the fuck are you saying?"

Chaewon is in disbelief. Her tied up hands smack your chest. You swat them away and get a hand in her short black hair.

"I'm being totally serious here. You fuck like someone who has no experience. This way, you won't get anything out of me."

You look over to Minju and when she reacts, you press a kiss on her tender lips. You coo a 'good girl' at her and she giggles cutely. Chaewon realizes the meaning of your words and immediately climbs off of your cock.

"Fuck you. I don't need that. You're a disgusting piece of shit, I don't want your fucking compliments."

"No, I bet you much rather walk to the next guy, have sex with him and let him either lie or tell you the gut punching truth. Chaewon, only here can you train without it becoming a rumor. Only here can you see Minju. These are just the facts, but do whatever you want."

"Ugh, fucking hell,” Chaewon curses with shame and disgust written all over her pretty face. She struggles for a second, then tears the tied up panties around her wrists open. To her dismay, they are completely useless now.

"Okay, Mr. Sex-Expert-Pig. What the fuck do you think is wrong? I bet I could make any guy cum in under a minute."

You scoff and stare her down.

"Oh, and then why weren't you able to make a horny 'pig' like me to cum? Do better Chaewon. Your technique, your enthusiasm, your movement are all weak. I—"

"Fucking fine then!” Chaewon screams and sends her skirt flying into a nearby wall. “I'll fuck you. I'll fuck my anger onto you every fucking day if it means getting bett—getting Minju back. And then you'll see!"

"Oh, you can try, but all compliments are reserved for good girls."

You hug Minju's waist. The cute girl is completely confused by what is happening, but she sure enjoys your affection and repeated kisses. When you press your palm to the back of her head, she wanders down your body and begins to lick your cock blissfully.

"Urg, I'm not calling you Daddy. In fact, I won't do anything for you. I'll fuck the compliments out of you and then Minju will see how pathetic you are, pig."

"I bet you will die trying, bitch."

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tamelee · 1 month

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pls bottom naruto is disgusting stop drawing this ooc cringe

Eh? And it hadn't even been a full day.

Anyway, do you know what this means?:

It means… that I don’t give a damn about your whiny gibberish about this top/bottom bullshit, because it sounds incredibly silly. (And wrong because I draw both?)

It’s fine to have a preference, good for you (I have one too!), but if all you care about between a character-dynamic is the single notion which establishes a rule within a fandom that demands only this particular dick in only that particular booty and nothing else, while dividing yourselves between "us and them" while seeing the people who like the same exact characters as your "enemy" and treating them as such— well,

I have nothing to say to you, I couldn’t care less what you think about me and I don’t know you.

But for the sake of other creators who are often a target also, some which I know quit because of this… there is a little something I'd like to say about these servers:

You don’t think I (we) know what is said in there and by who? 👀 That your rules of "what is said on here stays here" with a bunch of people online that you don't know, is actually respected? Why do you think I never join any. And bet your ass that I'm not the only one. This constant fighting between NS/SN is such an embarrassment for this fandom, seriously. I hope you realize that.

Because, instead of encouraging a (new) creator to share something about the characters you claim to love (for fucking free) you go off chastise them for not “doing it right”/“your way”, pretending it's some unspoken commission no one knew of or was paid for. Instead of being happy there’s still so much creative contribution for characters from a story that ended years ago, you go complain under fanfics and dishearten writers, often grinning away with your little server-“friends” and make fun of work someone poured their heart in. Or, you huff, puff and breathe fire as you make plans to cancel them out of pure bitterness, to the point (especially new) creators are too scared and dispirited to ever share anything again. It's easy to do anonymously, aye? And if you think that doesn’t affect their lives and sends them right back into a crestfallen pit of dark hell because it prevents them to do/share the single thing in life that gave them a bit of joy, then...

Congratulations; you’re a heartless bastard.

And you, as a fan, did yourself dirty too.

Do you know how many people don’t want to share anything at all for this fandom because you people leave comments, tags, asks, tweets constantly complaining about an incorrect portrayal of the (in your opinion) only acceptable dynamic, like a bunch a brats? Do you? Because I’ve talked to quite a few of these discouraged creators, they have to hope for the best and pray they’re spared from your scrutiny. I receive it from both sides every now and then.

Again, congratulations: you’re the reason there’s less chance of you getting what you want in the first place.

Do you... really not realize?

The more you squabble with "your enemy" (lol) the more it affects the "us" you care about while the rest of us just bask in the glory that is SNS/NSN and couldn't care less about what you think/have to say. So, keep everyone else out of it and go mope elsewhere.

But, between you and me? There are better ways to share what you think is right. Make something yourself, because what's stopping you?

You’re perfectly capable, it doesn’t have to be art or a fic, maybe there’s just something in the story that you really enjoyed— write about it. Make a meta. Post the panel, show the moment that determined your undying love for this single dynamic and why— whatever. Because, wouldn't it be nice having someone encourage you to create something you like? 😬 Especially because you and your server feel so strongly about it? And then you don't have to depend on others either?

Wouldn't it be nice?

Well?

Hm!?

Try it, ffs.

#asktamelee #fandom talk

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the-kr8tor · 6 months

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Hiiii!

This is my first time doing this, but I have an idea for FF.

Can you do something where reader is like a raccoon, likes to sleep, eat, steals peoples food sometimes and then Hobie just thinks its adorable... except when reader steals his food and then when I think of Hobie getting his food stolen I think about that one tiktok "gIvE mE mA fOkKeN cHiPs!" I'll add the link but could you do something like that please? Would make my day 😭💀

Link: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjk3y59F/

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Omg hi ✨anon! I love this prompt sm ❤️ thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, spiderperson! Reader, cw food mention, FLUFF.

It's Fluffy Friday!

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Miguel's annoyed voice rings out around his large office, chastising an equally annoyed Hobie, hands on his hips, rolling his eyes at every word Miguel throws at him. Gwen stands next to Hobie with her arms crossed head turned to the side with a frown.

Hobie's the first person to spot you crawling on the ceiling ever so quietly and slowly. Your mask is off, he sees the tip of your tongue poking out your lips in concentration.

Your senses tingle, eyes shifting to the culprit. Hobie has the faintest smirk on his lips, raising his eyebrows slightly to signal you that you're still undetected by Miguel. You give him a wink as a thank you. Going back to your heist, a warm empanada sits on Miguel's desk, ready for the taking. You think food tastes better when it's snatched right from under their noses, moreso if it comes from your boss who's currently blowing a gasket at Hobie and Gwen.

You take it as revenge for yelling at them. Crawling soundlessly, hands and feet sticking effortlessly on the smooth ceiling, you aim your web shooter directly at the styrofoam.

Suddenly, Gwen sees you, a gasp escapes her lips. Miguel stops mid sentence, eyes following her line of sight.

"We got it!" Hobie pipes up before Miguel spots you with your webs sticking to his lunch. "What was our mistake again?" Bossman pinches the bridge of his nose, starting his rant again.

You sigh, relieved. Gwen gives you an apologetic smile, slyly hiding it from Miguel. You give her a thumbs up while pulling the empanada up to you. Once safely in your grasp, you give Hobie a flying kiss. A knowing look in your eyes, Hobie shakes his head in a miniscule movement.

You shake the styrofoam in your hand, taking Miguel's attention. He turns around lightning fast, already knowing who's behind him and what they currently have in their hands.

"You–!" He doesn't waste time chasing after you, especially that empanada was the last one from the cafeteria.

"Run!" Gwen yells, Hobie guffaws, doubling over in laughter.

You yelp, laughing like a maniac. Having multiple hiding places, it's safe to say that empanada was your prize.

—

Hobie stretches his aching arm, seeking your warmth, he finds Pavitr and Miles talking excitedly in the many hallways of the society.

Hobie opens his mouth to ask them where you are, before he could, Miles sighs, pointing up with his index finger.

"Ceiling"

"Thanks" Hobie jumps up, sticking to the ceiling, he slides off a loose panel. Peeking in, he sees you curled around a fluffy blanket, eyes closed, chest rising and falling.

You look so comfortable he doesn't want to disturb your little bubble of relaxation. Your senses have other ideas though, cracking your eyes open, you smile immediately after your sleepy vision clears, showing Hobie in all his glory.

"Hi" you say softly, yawning, hugging the blanket tighter.

"Hi yourself" Hobie wipes the gunk off your eye carefully with his pinky. "What'd you take now?"

"Peter" you say nonchalantly.

"What?" He asks with wide eyes, surely lego spiderman isn't tucked next to you, or else Miguel would definitely be pissed off without his best operative out on the field.

"Spider-Cat" sure enough, you lift the blanket, Spider-Cat sleeps soundly, curled around himself. "He looked tired so I asked him if he wanted to take a nap up here" whispering, you reach out for Hobie's hand. "Then I guess he looked so cozy I joined in"

Hobie takes your hand, squeezing it once. "Room for one more?"

You grin, nodding your head. "For you, always"

—

Hobie sits with the usual gang, eyes looking for your familiar suit. The crowded cafeteria makes it hard though, red and blues rush past his vision. His lunch half eaten, bag of chips unopened on his lunch tray.

Gwen throws a piece of french fry at Hobie's face, too distracted, he fails to block it, grease sticks to his cheek. Miles and Pavitr chuckle at his shiny skin.

"Arse" He wipes it with a grimace.

Miles and Pav laugh louder while Gwen joins in. They're not laughing at him anymore though, their eyes staring at you crouched down next to Hobie, hands slowly inching their way to his chips.

"Yoink!" You snatch it, already running away, giving yourself a head's start.

"Give me my fuckin' chips!" He yells after you, boots thumping against the floor as he runs after you with a smile.

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sassy-bi-latina · 19 days

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I have a new ramble incoming that might get me in deep waters with some bl stans. I'm sorry, I TRULY mean this with no hate.

First and foremost, I want to say I in NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM mean hate towards Fourth nor Gemini

Context:

If you know me, you know I'm a ff reader, if you don't know me, well now you do. I mainly use AO3.

I'm currently watching 23.5 degrees, I love it so I went to read some fics.

There are 115 fics under the show's tag. I got excited thinking people work fast, absolutely not realizing the pilot trailer was out in 2022. I knew I've been waiting. I just didn't realize how long.

Previously to 2024, there were only 3 Ongsa fics.

Okay I'm rambling here and I'm not gonna edit the post. I write as I think.

So this is the context. Which brings me to my point.

I'm actually happy Fourth and Gemini are not part of the project anymore. I don't know them as actors. But I'm sure they would have done great. But I'm glad they aren't here.

As I said, there's 115 fics in total as of right now, Sunday 31st of March, but once you filter out Night/North you are left with 37, and that still leaves you with some other mlm tags. If you filter those out, you're left with 22. TWENTY. TWO. fics in TOTAL. And excuse me but I find that sad. And you might think, oh maybe you filter out some Ongsa/Sun fics when filtering everyone else. Yeah, I did, like 3 where they weren't main. And not even the ones left are only theirs but they're sapphic ships of the show. It's 25% of the totality of the fics made, in a show THEY ARE STARING.

Look, I'm the first to say, ship whoever you want, don't let canon cut your wings. I'm okay with people shipping, I'm happy people love something so much they decide to make art about it.

And this post isn't about going against these two actors or their fan base. It's mostly a I'm tired post.

I'm tired that sapphics in media always come second or third or whatever place but never first. Not even in their own shows. It's discouraging.

I'm tired of popular sapphic shows in western media getting cancelled left and right. I'm tired of barely there rep in the asian countries' media I watch. I'm tired of being shadowed by the latest pretty mlm couple.

So yeah, I'm happy they're not here. I know their fans could have brought more views which is a bonus. But I feel we would have media flowing with people talking about them and we want companies that GLs can have the same pull.

I'm happy that we still have gay men rep because I don't want that being pushed aside. But I prefer this approach where the focus are not one but two sapphic couples.

I also like that the boys aren't models and that they look nerdy. And soft and just, I just like this approach better.

If you read all this, thanks!! If you read all this and you're a fic writer. Continue that fic you left forgotten or are unsure to finish. You're marvelous and I love you. Y'all kept me sane during hard times.

Final note, I want to remind, once again, no hate to the actors nor their fanbase.

I also don't know how much sense this all made. Sorry for that.

#23.5 the series #23.5 degrees #23.5

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Hoodies and sneakers : Jason Todd x fem!reader

@mxtokko asked me to make part 2 of my ff Beneath (Jason Todd x fem! plus size reader). This is sth that may or may not be treated like this. @jasontoddsthickbabe - I take the liberty of tagging you since you were the one who requested previous part.

Summary: Y/N may (or not) have got through her size complex, but something new is creeping in. Something about her wearing tomboy-like clothes and not being feminine enough......

It was pretty rough day. Not because of work or the intensity, but because of late Y/N has been spending a lot of time inside her own head. Dealing with her thoughts and demons that seemed to feed of the smallest piece of insecurity and doubt. It was getting harder to deal with them and focusing on work was becoming impossible. How could she possibly concentrate when the world was going crazy before her eyes and she was slowly loosing grip of who she was and what was her place on Earth.

She was really better and sort of lighter before Jason confessed how he felt about her and they started building a relationship. Before that, she was fairly aware she was not an object of desire and therefore never focused on that. But now…. More often than not she was wondering whether she was the girl she was supposed to.

The problem was, Y/N was always the kind of girl who felt best in leggings, or even sweatpants, and hoodies. Messy hair, lack of makeup and domestic vibes were definitely her style. She was rocking sneakers, using bus instead of cab and never cared about the brand. This was fine, before Jason turned her world upside down. And now? Irony being that when she became the girlfriend the world started overflowing her with the images of hot girls in tiny dresses, feminine-like with perfect hair, painted nails etc. Real girlbosses. And that was only feeding her fears.

However, she was doing her own thing, not showing how she felt inside. It was working for a while, but after a few weeks she was getting more and more sad and frustrated and the time bomb was ticking in the stepped-up pace leading straight up to explosion.

Since Y/N was still working as a journalist in Gotham biggest newspaper and considering her part-time job as Wayne tech expert she was spending a lot of time working remotely, from the manor. Sometimes it was just too much dealing with the colleagues, but of course, from time to time she had to show in the office. For a debriefing for example. She never treated those differently than any other work day, so she was not prepared for what was coming for her.

“Wait. What do you mean photoshoot?” he eyes grew wide at the sight before her. All those professional photographers, cameras, lights and photography equipment got her head spinning

“Oh, Y/N. didn’t you get the e-mail? I sent you all notification a couple weeks ago….”

“E-mail. Right. Of course I did. I just….. forgot to open it.” In fact, when she saw a message entitled “Sitting” she just deleted it without opening. Grave mistake.

“Don’t worry about it, dear. I bet we can find some more appropriate clothes for you. The girls can borrow you something. You surely cannot show yourself in this.” Her boss pointed out towards her worn jeans and a simple, basic black T-shirt.

“I don’t think anything will fit me…..” now, the plus size complex started to creep in. Great. She felt sick. Again.

“Are you all right, y/n?” her work best friend came from behind and quickly realized what must have been happening inside her head.

“I’m fine….” She swallowed strenuously “I think I;m just gonna sit back and watch.”

“But….”

“It’s all right, I swear. I was never a fan of showing off after all. But by all means, you go ahead. It’s your time to shine.” She pushed her friends towards the other girls, who were just flawless. Showing off, smiling, teasing and flirting. High heels, office looks…. Y/N felt like a preschooler amongst the confident, beautiful women. She never get to feel like this. She never needed to be on the spotlight. So why the fuck did it hurt so much. Knowing that she would never look so hot and mature. Jason told her he loved her (yes, he finally used those words), but what if was just a toy? A way to kill time before he found someone better? Hotter? Sexier?

“Not again….” she whispered as her heart started beating rapidly due to all the projecting she was doing.

“Y/N? Are you familiar with the photo equipment?” one of the snappers asked

“Yes! Yes I am. Do you need help?”

“Um…. I do. But are you sure you don’t want to pose with….?”

“NO! I mean, no, I’m good. I’d rather give you a hand……please…..”

“You sure….?” The guy was still hesitant. Why the hell did he ask her if he was withdrawing now. “You don’t want the attention?”

“I’m good behind the scene. Now, give me that.” She practically whipped the camera off his hands “what do you need me to do?”

So she spent the day acting all cool and goofy, assuring everyone she was fine. Even if all her coworkers knew that was a lie, no one found any words to convince her to join the session as a model, not a helper. All that situation left her with the bitter taste of not being worth the attention. How could she ever compare? She could count the times she wore a dress on the fingers of one hands and even then she looked like a kid dressed up in her mother’s gown rather than a grown-up women she was. This was a disaster every time. So maybe she was not worth any attention?

With dark thoughts she came to the manor. Normally she would tell everyone to fuck off and leave her alone, but Dick was quite persistent, trying to bribe her with some new tech ideas Bruce came up with and with which he needed some help. So, despite her attitude she changed her plans of sitting in front of Netflix with some ice cream.

“Y/N!” Dick opened the door, beating anyone else in it and hugged her closely in welcome “you look sad. Is everything all right?

“Peachy” she muttered, looking like a storm cloud “where are those new gadgets?”

“Straight to the business, huh? How about we try to wipe that frown off your face first?”

“Listen to me very carefully now, boy wonder. If you don’t cut on your sunshine and rainbow attitude I swear I’m gonna shove your smile up your ass. See who will be wiping what then.” Dick’s eyes widened in surprise. Y/N was known for being fast talker and having harsh tongue, but this?

“Um…. All right, then…..” he muttered “let’s go to the cave. Guys are already there.”

“All of them?”

“Yes? Why? Does that bother you?”

“No. I’m actually glad. Plenty of people to pick up the fight with.”

“Y/N, are you sure you are ok?”

“I swear to god if one more person ask me this question today I will draw blood!” she exclaimed making Dick jump away and raise his hands in surrender. Shit, she was more angry than Jason when he first came out of the Pit. Grayson had a bit of experience with angered girls and knew well enough this was no joke. It was better to just keep his mouth shut. Perhaps, Jason or Tim would be able to calm her down, but he’d rather live some more. “Now, move Grayson! I don’t have all day!”

“What’s with the sad face?” Tim asked the second she walked through the entrance to the cave

“HOW ABOUT WE FOCUS ON THE TECH!?” Dick chimed in, before Y/N could answer meeting with a surprised (Tim), condescending (Damian) and amused (Jason) looks of his brothers. He exhaled deeply. “That’s why we are gathered here, right?”

“Damn it, Grayson. You sound like you were about to officiate a wedding. Should we know about something?” Damian smirked and looked at Jason and then at Y/N, who was now red like a tomato, clenching her fists. “Um…. Y/N?”

“Can. we. Just. Focus. On .The .Work” she hissed through clenched teeth moving towards the table where the tech was displayed, the boys moving out of her way. Even Jay, who usually had his ways of making her chill now just let her pass, his mouth agape. None of them has ever seen her this angry.

“What did you do to her, Dickhead?” he hissed towards his brother

“Nothing. She came here like this.” Dick tried to defend himself

“Can you two just shut the fuck up!?”

“Sorry Y/n.”

“Yeah, sorry, babe. But if you want to talk then……”

“SHUT UP JASON!”

“All right, all right, I’m gonna be quiet from now on…..” he mumbled, looking down, acting like a beaten dog. Normally the rest of the boys would laugh at him for being like this, but at this point even Damian knew better than to mess with the force of nature Y/N became.

There were silence for like five minutes, before Steph and Cass entered the cave, followed by Babs.

“Y/N!” Steph jumped forward and hugged her friend, causing boys to go through a little heart attack “Alfred told us you are here. It’s wonderful. We are going shopping. You need to join us. I saw this cute little outfit that would be just perfect for you. I bet Jay would like you in it and …..” oh, poor Steph did not get to finish

“AGH!” Y/N yelled at the top of her lungs. “I’M DONE! I’M OUT! JUST LEAVE THE FUCK ALONE!” the tears finally started to fall down her face, since she was not able to hold them back anymore “I just can’t…. I can’t …. I’m sorry guys….” Her voice broke and she rushed off the cave blindly, not caring about the gadgets, the scene she was making, the tears or anything else. She felt like she was suffocating when she run upstairs, towards the manor, further away from all the people.

“What…. what just happened?” Babs stuttered “what the hell did you do?” her accusatory gaze landed on each of the boys separately

“I did nothing!” Tim exclaimed “Ask you boyfriend, Oracle!”

“Dick?”

“Oh, come on. Why do you always suspect me? I had nothing to do with it. Jay is supposed to take care of her so….”

“Speaking of you, Jason. Why are you still here?! Run after her, before she does something stupid!”

“Do you think she can…..?”

“Just go, you dumbass!”

“Oh, yeah, right.” He slowly threw his shock off “Oh, fuck! You’re right! Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

‘Did I say something wrong?” Steph gaze was fixed on the floor, her voice barely above the whisper “I did not mean to…..” Cass just took a step forward and put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

“You didn’t. I bet she just had a bad day or something like that…. She’s been nervous and stressed for a while now.”

“Guys” Babs was already searching through the web “I think I know what might have caused it.”

***

At the same time, Y/N was sitting in her favorite spot on the manor roof, slowly calming down. Legs bend and hugged to her chest, chin resting on the knees, hands hidden in the sleeves of her sweatshirt. She was a bit ashamed of the scene that she caused. Poor Steph was probably blaming herself now. Poor Dick who was verbally attacked by her. Poor Jason who….

“Safe to enter?” …. who was just slowly moving towards her, cautious of every step.

“Sure…” she muttered, not looking at him.

He plumped on the floor next to her, legs crossed, not saying a word, waiting for her to start speaking, But the second she opened her mouth to let it all out her phone chimed. The message she received contained the photos that were made barely a couple hours earlier.

“Well, that was fast…” she muttered rubbing her eyes, irritated from the crying.

“What happened? Who do I shoot?” Jay asked using the opportunity of her distraction and grabbing her hand in his.

“Possibly me.” she smirked “I did some stupid things today.”

“Really? Stupid?” he smirked “I bet no one noticed. You act so normal.”

“You’re an idiot” she cuffed his arm and chuckled which made her hiccup

“Then we match each other, right?”

“Don’t push it, Jaybird.” She warned moving closer and leaned her head on his shoulder, his arm automatically wrapped around her waist pulling her closer shielding her from the wind. It was cold and he did not want her to get sick.

“If I do I give you permission to push me off this roof.” He laughed kissing the top of her head “Tell me what happened. Seriously Y/N. As much as I love you with all that fire we need to put it out before it burns you.”

“It’s better now…..”

“No. Talk.”

“How about I show you?” she reached for her phone and presented the photos to him “you see that?”

“A photo of your work friends?”

“There was a photoshoot at the work today and…..”

“So where are you in this picture?” he frowned taking the phone from her hands and blowing the picture up. “what did you do?” the girl mumbled something inaudibly “Y/N? I can’t hear you. What. Did. You. Do?”

“I hid.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Oh, come on, Jay…..”

“Don’t tell me it’s because of your size, again. We’ve been through it.”

“It’s not about the size. “

“Then what.” he tightened his grip on her and she winced “I’m not letting you go until you confess.”

“I’m not hot, all right? I mean, look at them. They are all exceptional. And I’m wearing a hoodie, torn jeans and sneakers, Jay.”

“So what?”

“So what? Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious. What is the problem with your clothes?”

“I…..” she hesitated for a while, blinking in surprise “but …..” how was she supposed to put in into words “isn’t that what all the guys want?”

“Meaning?” he narrowed his head. This bastard knew exactly where her words were heading and yet did nothing to make it easier.

“A girl who captures attention? Don’t you want to brag about catching a babe? A chick? I don’t know…. Don’t you wish to have a lady in the street and a freak in the sheets? I’m not like this.I am totally average. Vanilla. Boring. Ordinary. “

“Baby….”

“Look, I’m fully aware I’m not the person who catches attention, all right? Not… looking like this. Sometimes I even believe your family pities me. And you too. I mean, have you seen the girls that were lining up to talk to Dick and you at the latest gala? Isn’t that what you want?”

“Will you just shut up?” he leaned to her and cut her race of though with the most gentle and delicate kiss that got her melting on the spot “Come here.” He twisted positions slightly, pulling her on his lap, grabbing on her hips while her hands locked on his neck. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Is that a tricky question?”

“Obviously. Let me rephrase it then. You did lose your mind. Do think you are undesirable?”

“I….”

“Do you think I would toss you away because of a girl wearing mini skirt? The girl that I don’t know? Do you have so little faith in me?”

“In men, in general.” She bit on her lip and hissed when Jason pinched her side “Auch!”

“Well you deserved it for having such silly thoughts. You read too much fanfiction.”

“I don’t….” she objected turning red.

“Don’t deny it. I know you do. Look, all those stories? They are highly overdrawn. They make girls believe than guys only want them if they are skinny, flawless and wear nothing.” He shook his head ”I don’t mind lingerie, but that does not mean I don’t love in you in that damn hoodie you mentioned. Or a simple T-shirt. Preferably mine.” He smirked ”Look Y/N, I know you don’t feel comfortable in dresses or anything like that and I don’t mind. You are the hottest to me when you have that spark in your eyes, when your hair are tousled because your mind is racing. I love you in trainers, when you run the streets searching for a new story. I would never, never want you to wear mini or an revealing top if it’s uncomfortable. Did you think you can only capture my attention this way? With thong and lack of bra? That I would fall for an exposed body?”

“I…..” she started but realized something “Wait. How do you know so much about fanfiction, Jay?” she grinned. Darn, she was so going to use that in the future.

“Did you? Yes or not?” he didn’t even stutter, keeping his cool.

“Yes.”

“Auch!” he gasped “Really?”

“I’m sorry. I just got insecure….”

“I know. And I forgive you. But only because I love you, you silly one. And because I know a lot about insecurities. First handed.” he kissed her nose gently “Now, promise me, this was the first and last time you doubted yourself.”

“I don’t like empty promises.”

“Well then you leave me no choice but to make you….” once again he captured her lips in his, ready to be convincing her for the rest of the day, evening and even the rest of his life if needed.

She was his one and only.

@pinksirensong

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Apparently some team black stans do not understand that team green or even some of the general audience would want Jaehaera Targaryen to live and think that writing out Daenaera or changing her role would be racist because she'd be black in this one adaptation of the dance of the dragon. I think Daenaera is nice but Jaehaera's death is horribly cruel and it's fair for people to want her to live ffs. 😔

they're so weird and misogynistic about helaena and jaehaera.

they try to downplay their suffering to make their favs look good (i've seen a TB post talking about how the focus on helaena's suffering wrt to b&c is "very telling" whatever the fuck that means). but they also get mad whenever someone wishes for the show to give them better fates then book canon. they'll make the weirdest posts about them but won't tag them because "jaehaera and helaena's fans are sooo weird" (maybe if ALL the people who love the character have a problem with your posts, you're the problem <3)

the fact that they're upset that people want a 10yo girl to live is weird. they're so obsessed with alicent's line ending so they can claim that bs win for the blacks. no one was even talking about wanting daenaera to be cut (though it's rich coming from the same people who want nettles to be cut but ok). and btw, daenaera's marriage to aegon def wasn't a happy one. i just want jaehaera to be able to get away & live a long happy life far away from KL.

don't let them gaslight you anon <3

#hotd #house of the dragon #anti team black stans #helaena targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #team green #alicent hightower #asks #dani asks #pro team green

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https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/747778548718321664/an-element-of-the-not-enough-ff-fic#notes

tbf, the "not shipping the canon het relationship is misogyny!" thing has escaped containment enough to the dumbest, most homophobic het-onlys that I've seen those people argue that for F/F pairings where there IS no competing M/M relationship, where people genuinely couldn't give less of a shit about the guy and are only in it to put the woman with someone better. Or when the M/M ship they also like is completely non-overlapping.... somehow it's somehow still misogynistic for them to prefer this completely DIFFERENT woman with her female best friend over whatever crappy guy she's with in canon whom they ship with nobody.

My friend has seen this in Bridgerton fandom, where people throw out the "but misogyny!" shit for people who prefer shipping Eloise with women, over her book-canon male love interest (who is a rapist who sucks and she ends up basically just being nanny to his kids, gee I wonder why a lot of people don't want that as the eventual fate of the character who in the show is the Outspoken Feminist). Their claim for why that's supposedly what's going on is these same people sometimes also like to ship her brother Benedict with men.... but like, the "canon" ship isn't Benedict/Eloise. Nobody ships that. They just like both of them in same-gender relationships. And in Eloise's case, it's clearly motivated by a love of Eloise as a character, a dislike of her book husband, and often also liking her relationships with other women in the show and thinking it would be interesting to ship them. What could possibly be misogyny and "pair the spares" about that....?

(Granted, the people mad about this in Bridgerton seem particularly homophobic and stupid and like, new to fanfic fandom or something. They had meltdowns about someone tagging a het ship with its ship tag when they wrote a fic with one of them Rule 63'd..... pretty sure that's standard AO3 practice to do that? The person tagged it as either M/M or F/F - whichever it was - rather than F/M, and put a tag in there about it being Genderswap/Rule 63, they were adequately warned. So there was literally no reason to complain except that you mad that you were reminded of the existence of non-het in your fandom by scrolling through the tag. The horror! Or maybe it's 2024 and especially if you're using AO3 of all fucking places, you need to get the fuck over the idea that "can gay people exist but like, not where I can see them?" is a preference it's ok and normal and non-bigoted for you to have)

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jaemin x fem!reader | nct dream ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, crack, bestie-lovers energy, hurt-comfort, established relationship, intoxicated (under the influence of alcohol), kinky, hair pulling, (too many tags orz), playful wrestling, teasing, slight degradation kink, dom-sub dynamic, fingering, expect interrupted/cut-short sex, crying, mating press, breeding kink, dumbification, oral sex, blowjob, deep throat, mouthfuck, shower sex, sofa sex, unprotected sex, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 6.1k

Jaemin lies by the bed, patting Y/n’s head to assist her. Though he’s not much assured by the clouded stares she has on him.

“Jaemin-ah…” Y/n had been cooing over the past minute or so… Even with the guy’s tight hold on her arm. It is obvious by that fact that he even let her stay by his bed, he doesn’t want to let go of her yet.

He just quietly removes the half-hanging shoe she left on one of her feet, shaking her hand saying she can do it. Half of the effort that is.

She just groans a protest, letting him off to keep her socks on.

Their position is now switched with her laying on the bed earlier to regain her steps, but currently, Jaemin took the weight so he can better support her, on whatever she means to even do right now. Y/n has a tendency to let her drives take the best of her. Mostly let her instincts take down the likes of Na Jaemin. Most especially when it involves Na Jaemin.

And he’s in it for a ride as long as she’s happy.

Though now, she seems extra giggly and kinda odd how she’s acting right now. He is concerned as well at her drunken state, how quickly she gulped down the soju mix earlier for them to go home early. He at least takes her to his apartment first to sober up, she’s too much tipsy to properly walk home. He’s also confused, it’s been weeks since they have last seen each other, let alone hangout. So, by the call of Mark, telling him to go pick up Y/n by their place by their mini get-together, he had to quickly go run to her.

He didn’t manage to attend said party as he has other matters to finish off. Good thing he’s done for the day. But it looks like he has new tasks to take care of.

Hint: It involves taking care of Y/n L/n.

It’s not like Y/n to act like this though, she isn’t that hammered when he got there. She was fine till she swigs her drink to the last drop. That’s when the obvious marks of alcohol showed through her reddened complexion.

She didn’t need to go that quickly over things.

But this is the thing dealing with Y/n. Though, he is truly a bit annoyed at how adorable she looks even if she’s wobbly and queasy tugging at his shirt, begging to not leave her.

Which is not the usual… He keeps quiet.

Jaemin sighs, keeping his hands and squeezing his fingers by his temples. It’s been weeks before they got to meet each other like this; skin-to-skin. So, heck how is it that he’s left to deal with this firsthand?

He was going to get some water for both of them, but he quickly felt a straining pull by his back.

“Jaemin, ah… stay beside me, please.”

It isn’t even a question, Y/n rubs her face by the ends of his shirt. It smells like him. She further buries herself by his scent, Jaemin just stays there, crouching a bit to hold her head.

Okay, he’s going on another route then…

“Stop suffocating yourself like that, lay down properly. You’re going to get dizzier on how you’re acting right now.” Jaemin grabs hold of both her shoulders, Y/n took this as another way to reach his hand to kiss him. He quickly deflects it. “No.”

Y/n’s eyebrows quickly furrowed. “Eh? Why not!” She continues to pout her lips out to attempt to kiss him again.

Jaemin wants to continue teasing her though, distancing himself. “No.”

“Come on, Jaemin-ah!” she whines. “Just one!”

Her boyfriend just acts indifferent, shaking his head. He knows how much it pisses her off. Therefore, making her more triggered to pull him down as she attempts to steal a kiss—then another—from him.

He just chides in along his game of depriving her with kisses. “This is your punishment, getting yourself drunk after not giving us time together? This is how you repay your boyfriend, hmm?”

Her skittishness easily painted on her pout, he’s the one who told her earlier to enjoy herself. They had always promoted independence in their relationship, having to have different interests outside together. So what is this behavior, Nana?!

Of course, Jaemin is just being a tease but her drunken mind took it in another way. She lowers her head in disbelief. “I missed you! That’s why I want to give you a kiss!”

Jaemin kept the proximity between them at a limit. “Well, I don’t want to, you reek of alcohol, babe.”

“Jaemin-pabo! You also drank hard alcohol before we headed out.” Y/n protests, FYI his skin is stained with the scent of alcohol more than hers. She attempts to stand up straight (she can’t). “I’ll go home, and you won’t get a kiss from me for another week or two.”

“That’s fine by me, let’s get you sobered up then—”

“No! I was kidding.” Y/n stumbled by the side of the bed, quickly pulling his sleeve as he immediately stood up. He had to stifle back a laugh. She’s almost in tears.

Y/n practically tackles him to pin him down, she’s still stuck in her delusional state to think she’s got the upper hand by being on top of him.

She didn’t.

“Come-on—” she’s struggling to even get an inch close to his face, her lips falling flat by his neck, failing as her lips land then again by his collarbones. “Nope.”

Upon hearing that, she gladly takes the challenge.

But little did he know he was already pinned into her little game, and he was playing into it. Y/n continues to be playful, with her shirt half off her torso— only with her bra on.

He took no mind off it.

“Aha! Gotchu!” Y/n managed to land a kiss just near his lips, and Jaemin couldn’t believe he let his guard down for a moment. Dammit.

Jaemin already knows she's going to glomp at him if he lets her take a kiss. Y/n wouldn’t stop herself and it would lead to another thing. She already got teased when she managed to give him a kiss earlier.

With her hormones extra spiked now, she’s getting sneaky.

Jaemin just looks at her. “Nu-uh, let’s get you to rest now, Y/n—”

“And you don't like that?”

“It's not that...” Y/n inches closer but Jaemin could only gulp, letting his eyes stray elsewhere.

Man, why does she have to be shirtless?

“I just don't want you to get tired.” He managed to croak out. It only made her smirk.

“Oh? Because you wouldn't be able to control yourself and tire me out?”

Jaemin looks away.

“Hmmm… if you say so.” Y/n just lays down, and he took this chance to make an alarm on his phone. Though he keeps insisting to take her home and does every means of dodging and evasion from her antics to place a kiss his lips on his. She isn’t stopping any soon huh?

Even if he’s grabbing hold of her body, even choking her as he holds her body to his. And she manages to laugh at that?

Jaemin steals a glance at her nibbling by his arm, seeing her smiling from ear to ear.

What the fuck? Why does she look like she’s enjoying it?!

He rolled his body so she could be on top of her, seeing her just staring at him intently, he knows she was about to ask something ridiculous from him. Y/n points to her face, making him purse his lips. Fine.

“Jaemin…”

Jaemin slapped Y/n. But the swift motion sounded a bit louder than expected. Fuck.

“Ya!” she almost returned the same power of the slap by his shoulder, but they cannot deny the fact there are surprised tears formed by the side of her eyes.

“S-sorry—haha—ha-I didn’t mean to! Pfft.” A laugh slipped off along his amused face, further reddening Y/n’s face. “You told me to add more power into it, babe.”

Both of them are pointing fingers at each other. “But not that hard, dummy!”

It looks like that slapped the drunkenness out of her, seeing her clear death glare thrown his way. He had to hold back a laugh.

“Jaeminnn!” Y/n trajectories her hands to his hair and face, failing to lock her target.

As much as Jaemin is doing good in locking her down, she won, nevertheless. Taking this chance to kiss him full on the lips, spreading a victory smile on her face.

She knows well how he can't resist her.

At that, they hear a faint sound gradually getting louder by the table nearby. The alarm is going off.

And Y/n knows she’s going home as he's preparing to fix himself, but she’s keeping every ounce of her trust that Jaemin’s going to give in, in 3… 2… 1...

Jaemin slides his finger on the alarming phone screen the other way. Fuck it.

“You’re being too pesky.” Jaemin breaks and drowns her in a kiss, pulling her in, much to her satisfaction as he already caves in after avoiding her all evening.

10 minutes.

“Did you just snooze it like schwoop.” Y/n imitated the sound of a swipe. Jaemin just blinks at her seriousness.

“Uh, yes.”

Jaemin’s touches and kisses turn steamy from one push to another. He quickly takes her from behind, but before that, he kisses her by the bare shoulders, and her bra strap already falling to the side, he squeezes her breasts and nipples erect from the act.

He is quick to pull down her pants, met with Y/n’s panties adhering to her skin. Jaemin smirks as he glides a finger by her core, not touching it directly.

“Why is it wet already?”

Y/n gulped a yelp as he swipes a finger into her drenched core, he adds. “So wet.”

She is already left panting, and the much-accumulated anticipation floods into her system. She wants more of Jaemin.

“Because of y-you of course.” Y/n felt her throat dry, holding back a voice of desperation.

“You bad girl, you got turned on with me manhandling you earlier?—Heck, we were just wrestling earlier.”

“Eh…” She holds back another moan as her legs lock together, filching as he remains by the shallow opening of her feverish core. She felt her voice falter and raspier. Is this the alcohol kicking in?

“I told you so, that's why I'm not letting you have that kiss.” He knows how much she’s going to go weak the moment she gives in to her desires. But he does enjoy seeing her like this.

“But you still want me to…” It is reciprocated by the moment their lips locked in once again, gradually moving from tongue to tongue as they taste each other, making out as he fingers her hard, the squelching sound heightens her hotness more.

“Ahh… hmmm… you make me feel so good–Jaemin… ah.” Jaemin hits a sweet spot in her core, tightening further around his fingers. She stifles back a yelp.

“I’ll make you feel more good,” Jaemin whispers by her ear, and he gladly did so by flipping Y/n over, pressing her gently closer to the bedsheets. His weight is so comfortable, she gladly submits to his warmth.

He can no longer impede himself.

Jaemin takes her in quickly at the back, his erect dick easily slipped on how wet she is. He emits a low groan at how tight and good she feels at every motion he does. In and out, her tongue can hardly stay in her mouth on how she’s pooled by pleasure on what Jaemin is doing.

“You look so stupid now…” Jaemin brings her face into his, mouth clashing into his as he uses his free hand to let her head turn to him. His finger moved to her cheeks before she spreads her mouth for her to suck into his moist fingers. “You look stupidly pretty with my cock ramming into you, you like that?”

“F-fuuu…ack— it feels heaven-lyyy—!" her vowels lengthen a mile more along as he dips his cock into her a grind more, then cutting into A’s on how continuously he’s ramming into her sweet spots. His hips move impatiently on how passionate every push he does.

“Nae pabo-yah. (My stupid.)” He turns her face to kiss her, shutting her up momentarily as she responds with a “Stupid,” back before she spurs another series of mere vowels of pleasure.

“Ack- yes!” As Y/n bounces in his delicious dick, he takes this moment to slap her ass.

He moves to lay her down on the bed, her breast moving aimlessly at every movement he does. Having been bothered by how lonely one of her breasts looks, he finally pulls his bra over to expose both her nipples. He is licking her chest, the gliding of his tongue across her breast but her nipples are borderline infuriating. It's the devil's work.

With a frustrated pull of his hair, Y/n tugs his head in the direction of her nipples. “Jae, you meanie. Here… suck me, please…” She looks down to be met with mischievous eyes, even acting innocent as if he’s not doing anything wrong.

“Since you asked nicely about exactly what you want.” Jaemin takes the honor to put one of her erect nipples on his lips, sucking on each in turn.

Y/n moans, more sensitive to every touch and glide of his fingers and lips on her skin, feeling degrees hotter due to the anticipation intensified for the past hour. Even when the alcohol kicked in earlier, seeing his presence and his default serious demeanor got her worked up. The alcohol is really to blame for the effect, but even sober, she’s down bad in her attraction to Na Jaemin.

Her every moan and plea is proof enough that every inch of her skin wants her man badly. He has his smooth ways and motions with his tongue, and not even a word that slips off his lips can compare to the impact he brings.

Jaemin is keen with details and his memory to take note of what she likes, and how Y/n likes it. A gentle swipe of his tongue to her erect nipples is enough to make her squirm, adding to the movement of his hips. A bite in her nipples also adds a touch of sting and sensation, resulting to hear his name off her lips.

“That’s…ah-s-so good, Jae… please, uhh.” She’s lost of breath, along as Jaemin dives in further into her skin and sinking his dick in the wet of her folds.

She guides his pretty hands in her drenched folds, making him shift to fingering her and doing his magic. Y/n mewls louder at the sensation and combo he’s doing at every curve and plunge of his fingers by her walls and clit. He pushes into her again, making her squeal.

“You really do like feeling good all over huh?” There goes Jaemin’s teasing tone again. He does this as he smirks while licking her boobs.

Though, even with every ounce of assurance they put into the act up to this point, Y/n felt the need to give back, or it’s another excuse to pursue her desires more and further into being with Jaemin for the night.

Y/n took this chance for revenge, his dick feels so hard and ready to pop as well, and she got an idea. Just when she felt his movements too swift and aimless, she pulls herself up. Much to Jaemin’s disbelief for cutting his flow short. He was too vulnerable to think she can even get away from his grip, but she quickly goes down to suck him.

She didn’t waste a minute as she got her pretty lips around his length. Still as lively as Y/n stimulates from shaft to tip, her other hand lubricating his sacs as well as she sucks downwards. In their many instances of their intimacy, this is the sloppiest blowjob he got from her. And her tipsiness added to the factor of her confidence.

Though he noticed the slight sliver of weakness in the movement she does compare to where she started out strong.

No longer feeling the hotness of her mouth in his erection, Jaemin feels hot liquid dripping on his bare skin.

He blinks… surprised to be met with a tear-stained Y/n, is that why she’s acting strange?

“Jagiya?” Jaemin taps her shoulder, but she remains buried in his chest before she lets out a cry. “Maybe you’ll get sick of me, eventually, and leave me…Uweeehhh—"

“Aigoo…”

They had a fight before this and the days of not being able to interact as much due to being busy may have added tension between them. They already talked about it thoroughly before but by the looks of Y/n's reaction, her heart still seems to be left with lesions on what happened.

Y/n is still sobbing, he waits till he can comfort her shaking physique.

“You make up when you can, right?” Jaemin starts, voice thick with worry.

Y/n nods.

“You said you would change, right?”

Y/n does another weak nod. “Y-yeah… but…” She sobs again as a series of memories and emotions flood her mind.

She pauses then looks at him again, vision already blurry. “Do you love me?”

“Of course.” He says with no hesitation, she remains her beady eyes at him.

“Do you still love me even if I argue with you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?! I always end up giving you a hard time— I keep hurting you, oppa!” She normally doesn’t call that at all since they’re kinda the same age. He continues to pat her hair and brush it down.

Just as long as she knows and is aware of her actions, that’s enough. He can even see her efforts to make up.

“That’s normal, dummy. But you do act out with no reason at times, then projecting it all to me. Of course, I end up having a hard time…”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m sorry. I have no excuse for that.”

Y/n lets go and reveals her snot-covered face, hair tangled due to her creasing her face too much on his shirt. He takes it off for her to wipe her face with it.

Y/n is still wobbly to stand up, getting a towel nearby, and blows her nose with it.

Jaemin stayed laying there with arms open to hug her, Y/n crashed herself to be buried with his warmth, when she started tearing up again.

"What a crybaby you are, tsk, tsk, tsk." Jaemin laughs as he pats her, before guiding her back down again. “Aigoo, just continue—"

He knows that will comfort her, and heck, she cut him short earlier. Talk about getting the taste of his own medicine.

“Jaemin-ah, I’m legit dizzy right now… I can’t,” continue, she didn’t manage to say as she held back a gassy burp. She didn’t feel this earlier at all, as maybe, maybe— he fucked the alcohol out of her. But she feels her soberness leaving her body again, feeling the intoxication fogging her head.

“And whose fault is that? You don't need a full-force bopping,” Jaemin says.

“Not glock-glock-glock?”

“Just glock… glock.” He adds necessary pauses, emitting a smile from her, the tears on her face no longer out of sadness. "You don't even need to do it, just licking it, you like doing that right?"

She hums, smiling as he knows her too well. “Got it,” she laughs. She feels a ton lighter.

Y/n starts moving close to his dick, slowly hardening again as she licks him. Though, halfway through his shaft, she shakes her head tired.

"Jaemin-ah, I can’t breathe…"

"Want me to blow it?" he's pointing at her nose, as means of blowing out her snot (ew).

She whines. "Eehhh! No!"

"Aigooo," he just brushes her stray hair again, patting her back quietly.

She had given up altogether, just laying sideways at the top of his leg. Y/n looks up at him.

"Can you assist me downstairs? I'm a bit dizzy. I need to pee."

"A minute more, jagi. I'm a bit dizzy as well…" he admits, it's not usual for him to be easily drunk but Y/n did take note of his quietness. She just nods.

"Okay… that's why I'm asking you if it's fine with you as well."

"You alright now?" Jaemin gives her water, now more sober having to breathe more loosely. It’s a bit cooler downstairs, maybe lessening with the crampiness of the heated space they built up. They both feel lighter face to face by the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, thank you, Jaem.” She breathes out in relief after gulping down the last of the cold water, relieving her throat.

She looks a bit lighter and herself now, sitting by the couch, he takes the empty glass on the coaster.

"Let's take you home," Jaemin gestures for both of them to stand up, Y/n crosses both her hands in protest. "No…"

The extra vowels coming off her lips added height to the guy's eyebrow raise. "Hmmm?"

"More," she says, this is their code for 'more time with you' and 'let's stay longer'.

Jaemin contemplates along with the sound of the ticking living room clock just across the apartment separating the place. "It’s getting late."

"Can’t I stay the night?"

The delivery of the words isn't anything odd, if anything it's the usual that they do stay together at each other's places for safety. Especially when the subway stations no longer permit them to travel to their homes.

They don't see each other much in person at this time of the day, not even given the chance when the night is young… But in the after-hours of the usual that they have each other close like this, it's one of the firsts.

Along with the irradiation of the connected rooms, there's something about the way the lights of the decorative lamps hit her eyes that illuminates them softly. He's now more aware of how the room is no longer just lit up by the refrigerator light. He's faced with another brightness.

Although the intense flushness of her skin dissipates already, what's left of the blush across her figure emphasizes her beauty more.

Though she had always been pretty in his eyes even as goofy as she gets.

"Can't I stay, Jaemin?" Y/n asks again, and Jaemin needed that tap of consciousness back in his goosebumps. Her hold and soft scent gravitate him back into reality. His Adam's apple bopped as another feeling dissipated in him. The way she looks at him that he can't resist.

He missed her a lot, too.

"Let's wash up then," the male answers, besides heading his way to get her stuff for her side of the bed, Jaemin wants to fix her hair as he knows her un-comfiness despite her vulnerable state. Though either way if she's covered in snot or tangled hair, she's still pretty as hell in his eyes.

He won't say that out loud too much though as he knows she will tease her.

They somehow end up doing it in the shower, a bit too quickly as they barely touch or lay a finger on each other's bare skins. Sensually if I may add. But the sweet taste of the alcohol barely made Y/n push through her boyfriend's lips, in addition to how good he is at kissing with his supple lips that they ended up making out. Some things just feel so good when not sober. This being one of Y/n's favorite activities with her lover.

The make-out session alone made her soaked, her mind going haywire with her sexual thoughts and fantasies of him. Jaemin starts with him fingering her. And that's when the idea came to mind in the middle of their shower of wanting to try something new.

"Want to move this to the sofa?" Jaemin inquires, he barely gave Y/n a moment to hear her response, and with her slight nod, he confirms she's down for it.

He knows it's more convenient for them and can avoid discomfort, especially with the idea he has in mind.

Good thing they didn’t fully wet their hair as their clothes managed to touch the surface of the floor then after dampening a bit, the couple proceeded to the sofa as said.

Down to her knees, she made herself comfy between his legs. She gripped his lean build, squeezing his thigh a bit as she felt Jaemin let out a groan at the contact of her tongue on his shaft.

She mostly starts slow, below the head while fiddling with his balls that are overtly coiled with pent-up pleasure. It filched when she licked the back of Jaemin's shaft as she went upwards towards the head, he heaved in a breath as she faced his erect dick.

"Want to try out mouthfuck?" Jaemin asks, they had brought it up the last time though they had tried deep-throating, this would be new.

"I'm feeling better so yeah…" Y/n felt a different sensation in her stomach and its reason is not because of discomfort. She confirmed it was anticipation as she felt herself pool when Jaemin stood up.

"Lay down, babe." He points out as they switched positions, now with Y/n laying on her back, her naked body exposed and displayed intricately for him to admire. He had to hold back a breath, though another twitch let out as he faced his erection near her figure.

She sticks her tongue out.

"I'll tap you when it gets too much." She sampled tapping the bare part of his thigh, and he then proceeded.

The head entered her mouth, and Jaemin had to control every inch of him not to thrust deep. It felt so moist and so good inside of her, he heaves in a moan as he checks Y/n's state. She circles her tongue in her mouth and attempts to lick around the base and shaft. It felt weak trembling but it barely showed in Jaemin's actions.

He grabs both of her exposed breasts, earning a moan vibrating around his dick as he twists her erect nipples. Both of their bodies surged with focused stimulation, spreading out as they got into each other's warmth. The little head pats from him turned her into putty but served as motivation as she moved more enthusiastically with her next suck, now with hands to assist her in spreading the pleasure of his erection.

He let her get used to it a bit, letting her do her own thing as she motioned in and out with his dick before proceeding for him to be the one to move. She looks like she's enjoying herself, he gave her a moment.

"I'll start moving…" Jaemin gives her a heads up, and he moves slowly, gradually going deeper, he asks in between to check up for her. She gave him thumbs up, she put back her hands around his thigh feeling a thrust at the back of her throat. She almost gagged at the sensation.

"I'll continue." The movements got more consistent and she feels tears streaming at the sides of her forehead to her sideburns.

Jaemin continues to support her head, easing her figure with his hand roaming but it stayed on the bare part in between her chest and stomach. It felt secure.

The sensation around her throat felt full, and she tried to at least add pleasure using her tongue. But her headspace literally felt stuffed with Jaemin. It felt a bit suffocating but damn.

She didn't know she had the kink.

It is a new discovery for both of them while they're exploring and trying new things.

By the looks of it, Jaemin is also enjoying the new sensation and the tightness felt different with every thrust and vibration of the moans Y/n is emitting.

She is kinda taken aback to be honest that he agreed on trying it out, but Jaemin actually did it and tried it out.

Before fully getting into it, Y/n felt a hand by her shoulder, seeing his soft eyes in the midst of it clouded with lust, patting her to pause. "Hmmm?"

"You can also do it at your own pace, okay?" He assures as he pats her to assure her by taking it slow. She nods bringing back the pacing she is comfortable with, Jaemin lets out a low groan.

"Good girl," he encourages. He also knows she likes hearing things verbally.

Y/n giggles in delight, taking him a bit deeper. Jaemin scrunches her hair in his hands, putting it away from her face.

"Ah… hmmmm… you're doing great, baby." His words left a different twist in her stomach, along with his low voice and moan as if near her face. He continues to let out his sweet groans of pleasure as he thrusts along and continues mouth fucking her.

In between for her to take a bit of her break, she might be feeling a bit numb.

"Don't you want to be a bad girl instead? Smacking you in the ass seems to make you more noisy, right?" At that, Jaemin did the same action, she moans around him sending vibrations. "Just like that, hmm? You like it?"

She’s put in a tight spot, only given a choice to moan in between gagging in her mouth full of his dick.

"Well, if you think about it, aren't you more of a bad girl?” he ponders, though still so into bliss in her warm mouth. “You like getting slapped in the ass."

She pouts, momentarily letting go of his dick in her mouth. "Why am I getting punished? You just said I'm a good girl."

"If you don't want to, then go on and be a good girl for me. Go back there…"

Jaemin proceeds to shove her down back to his crotch.

Got a bit more dominant and aggressive, huh? Y/n breathed out as she felt a bit dizzy, his tall stature making her hazier at his dark eyes, serious in drinking down her presence.

"You're mean, making me cry like this." she breathes out, in tears as she gulps him in again. Jaemin strokes her head softly again, but the lowness of his voice is anything but just teasing, it’s enveloped with dominance.

"Those tears are different, baby."

She pouts. "Hmph."

He playfully puts his finger directly in front of her throat to measure himself, more on checking where she can go, testing her limits in challenging her gag reflex.

We somehow ended up there, huh? Y/n is lost in her lightheadedness, observing Jaemin as he seems to be enjoying taking the lead between them.

“Jaemin, ah-” she breathes out as he pauses momentarily in mouthfucking her, she feels a notch higher up her lightheadedness as he maintains the movement of his dick in her.

“Yeah? You're doing so good, babe,” he says, keeping an eye on her.

She swallows down her breath, looking for a quick break from him. She heaves in for a moment before she nods, the gawking sounds surround them in tune with Jaemin’s low groans.

“That feels so good, Y/n, you’re doing so good…” he lets out, quivering in pleasure.

He's not the type to be direct with words just for the sake of his expense, so it rouses her up more because she knows he means it every time he conveys his thoughts.

That kick of praise kink made her pool over her own arousal.

It’s not long till he lets out his much-awaited climax, the final thrust of his hips had her choking a bit as most of his seed pours out directly at the back of her throat. Y/n coughs, feeling her throat clogged at the amount of his pleasure. The mix of bitterness and slight saltiness of its thickness pooling over her satisfied needs. But she’s got other needs as well, it activated more desire in her. Y/n is getting greedy.

It is received well by Jaemin’s initial intentions of never wanting to leave her short.

“Wait a sec, babe.”

After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean himself up, Jaemin immediately went to Y/n and her waiting figure opened arms for him. “C’mere.”

“That got you so wet again, huh, Y/n?” Jaemin checks her with a swipe of his finger, her flushed face as she felt her steaminess answered his query. Her satisfaction with their act earlier recharged her anticipation, and her core soaked again, making it easier for them to slide his erection into her.

“Shit! This felt better than earlier, how- fuckhell.” her spurs of profanity are left drowned out as Jaemin’s hips reach the back, hitting her deepest core. He only manages to respond with consistent huffs as he pounds into her, feeling the squeezing of her walls tightening his length.

Their mixed juices made their sex noisy, adding to the clapping of their skin as sweat builds up the passion they share as they make love further.

Jaemin fucking her and moaning for her turns her on more as he's on the quiet side when making love.

His hot breath and proximity by her ear, are enough to turn her into putty, even so hearing his moans. AAAAAA, she wants to scream into the void.

Alas, the best that Y/n could do is sing out his name in love on how he stretches her well. His face and presence alone are already a ticket to heaven.

She's about to lose it, the same way he grounds her by pressing his weight on her back on the sofa. Jaemin’s skin felt hot to the touch as bare skin met, the idea turbulating into her as she recognized the position they’ll get into in a second.

Jaemin positioned her legs up near her chest, with her torso elevated making it bare for him to enter in her tight wet pussy.

“Urgh-ah! Ahhh… please, fuck… Jaemin, ah!” Unable to spur out any coherent words, Y/n is left in his power, only with the choice to place her hands where they could reach it– anything– by the bed sheets, to the strands of his hair, that pretty face looking oh so engrossed into her soul.

Man, she really loves Na Jaemin so much.

The mating press really is different in terms of tightness, the sensation even– it can swallow you up over and over into bliss. The clapping of skin near pressed on her pussy along with a bit of her clit and labia, was phenomenal.

Y/n turns louder at every thrust, with Jaemin feeling his hips move more vigorously at the sensitivity of the smooth linear ins and outs of their act. The stickiness of their sweat and skin didn’t even hinder his thighs pressing against hers.

“I-aym… sho… close-hngh.” She’s already sticking her tongue out at the pleasure, unable to maintain the remainder of her sane behavior.

It's just so hot (Jaemin and his thrusts) she could melt. Also, the way he grabs both her arms as her boobs hang freely, not till he uses his free hand to grab it, deliciously adding a twist to her erect nipple as his other stimulates her wet folds.

Their orgasm doubled–tripled after being restrained earlier, stacking up their stimulation into rapture.

Along with her quickly reaching her peak of whiteness, Jaemin also pulls out to pour out his seed, thrusting out the last of his cum, and landing all over her torso.

It felt scalding to the skin, cooling off a bit as she moved slightly.

Both of them catch their breath, Y/n wraps her arm around his waist as she seeps into his presence, heaving a sigh of relief and safety. Jaemin’s fingers land by the sides of her legs. He circles around her bare skin softly, mellow as his stares as it’s not as dark and lusted over as earlier. It’s now clearer as the stars look back at Y/n’s as they cuddle into each other’s warmth through the night.

If nights can be this good and by the mere presence around each other is this ecstatic, he might not be able to contain himself. At the same time, it’s tame, secure… It felt like home.

He doesn't want to let go of her at all any time soon.

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