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ressjeon · 1 month

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relief | myg (m.)

pairing ⇢ yoongi x reader (hints of ot7)

genre/au ⇢ smut, fluff, idol!au, long time ??

summary ⇢ the nerves have been shaking Yoongi’s usual confidence while preparing for his first solo tour — what a relief that you’re here then.

wc & rating ⇢ 3k | 18+

warnings/content ⇢ dom/sub dynamics, grinding, protected sex, riding, emotional sex?, praise kink, groping, semi-clothed sex, size kink, breast play, temperature play, orgasm control, yoongi’s hands are everywhere help, aftercare, pillowtalk <3

a/n: it's been a year since yoong's tour kicked off so i wanna celebrate with this, along with my return here! never thought i'll do this cuz i don’t usually write nor read this au but he won again on the poll last year so here we are XD! this is mainly inspired by what i was feeling while watching the live stream of both his shows in the first city of his d-day tour! pretty divider by the amazing @cafekitsune <3

after the final song, you were just as surprised as the crowd around you. a faint chuckle leaves you at the way Yoongi ended his concert.

of course, you should've expected that he'll pull something like this.

“i’m so proud of you yoongs”

you greet him enthusiastically as soon as you spot him at the entrance of the hallways near his dressing room. he’s smiling so wide, reaching you at once with his airport-like walk like how he exited the stage quickly earlier.

you beam once he catches you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders despite how sweaty he is.

“it went well” he giggles lightly, caging you in his arms before grabbing your hand to bring you to the backstage area where you both can see the audience without being seen.

the gummy smile plastered on his face never wavered as he watches the fans dispersing outside and you have an inkling that it's reminding him of the world tours with the boys before.

“i told you it would” you whisper once he turns to you, leaning in to give him a peck but Yoongi’s hand reaches up to grab your neck, pulling you in to catch your lips once more and deepen the kiss.

a small whimper elicits from you, both from being needy and worry that any staff might see you both like this but Yoongi seems to not care. it must be the adrenaline and the whiskey combo he had during the concert cause his calloused hands start roaming your body.

a total opposite during soundcheck where he’s simply cuddling you while waiting during the delay that he almost fell asleep.

though Yoongi's performed in front of millions of people for a decade now, he still feels anxious since he’s doing this on his own and it’s been a long time since he met his fans in person. he was naturally nervous about this but you’ve been doing your best to support him so he's really grateful that you’re here.

teasing him earlier when he put those yellow sunglasses on while you rake your hand through his luscious locks thankfully helped ease his nerves.

"yeah yeah i saw the cat edit"

“you’re so cute”

a firm grab of your ass reminds you of where the two of you are, nudging Yoongi slightly to release you. both breathless from the kiss, he’s looking at you in bewilderment until you gestured him to the waiting staff who’s here to take his post-concert pictures.

“pics first”

he only answered with a pout after releasing you but he followed. you on the other hand couldn't look at the photographer as embarrassment floods you, immediately retreating to the dressing room to wait for Yoongi there.

grabbing another glass of Henny, you scroll through your phone for updates on what’s going on outside. you did sneak out earlier and lined up with fans to get some merch and talked to some of them because well, you are one of them.

loving the boys and their music is one thing you share in common.

after a while, the door opens, revealing a smiling Yoongi like he hadn’t been teasing you this whole time.

maybe that was part of his plan but you’ve been patiently waiting. it even came to the point where you can't wait to be all over him now that everything’s done for the night.

placing your empty glass of brandy on the small side table, you drop your phone on the couch before approaching Yoongi. he chuckles when you hastily drag him toward the couch before climbing on his lap.

he doesn’t mind really, knowing how needy you get after he performs like you were in the past. he might’ve unintentionally teased you like he does to everyone else but it's one of the things he loved about you.

how easily you get turned on in every little thing he and the others do but especially for this. knowing his voice can make you crumble instantly gives him that satisfaction that he didn’t know he had when he first met you.

“you’re worked up this much __?” he teases, hands situating themselves on both sides of your waist. “is it the black or white one?” he adds nonchalantly, pertaining to his outfits prior to the one he’s wearing right now.

“shut up, you know what your voice does to me” you whine impatiently, clutching the silver bone necklace around his neck before leaning in to kiss him again.

ah, the chain, another one that you love seeing on him. he'll always be fascinated with your favourites no matter how long you've been with them.

you deepened the kiss this time and Yoongi welcomed them with fervour. it’s his turn to get lost in the moment now that you’re needier than him. his ending fit riled you up this much that now you’re grinding yourself desperately on him but hey, he’s not complaining.

his hands smooth around your covered thighs after, lingering between the crease of your legs before he releases your lips.

“i’m surprised you’re wearing leggings, you hate it”

“it’s cold”

“explains the sweatshirt too” he muses, one hand tugging the baggy sleeve of your white tour sweatshirt with both his aliases on your chest.

his heart warms seeing it on you, the way you’re proudly wearing him even though this whole thing between you and them still remains a secret. his hands creep underneath your top, caressing your sides that hasten your roll against his crotch.

you lean in to kiss Yoongi once more but he grabs your sides, stopping you.

“want it off though” he whispers, the mischief in his eyes shifts to a demanding one.

his darkening orbs are looking straight into yours, making you squirm against him. you didn’t waste any time at once, taking off both your sweatshirt and your bra in a frenzy, much to Yoongi’s satisfaction.

you’d know with that cocky look resurfacing on his pretty face.

now that you’re bare in front of him, Yoongi can see your crotch rubbing along the top of his denim zippers. he could watch you like this, let you get off on your own until you cum like he’s done many times but he relents.

lately, he’s been so busy with the tour preparation that he missed seeing you this needy. he reaches down to cup your pussy, not surprised to find you drenched knowing how easy it is for you to get wet.

you squirm at his touch, trying to get more friction by rubbing your swollen clit on the buckle of his belt. he knows it's you silently wanting his fingers to help you get off but his hand abruptly leaves you.

frustration looms on your face, your lips turning into a frown but Yoongi grabs your body closer and instantly latches his mouth on your tits, earning a surprised shriek from you.

“yoongi!”

you didn’t mean to be loud but with how Yoong’s been licking your pebbled nipples and occasionally nibbling them, you’re starting to forget that there are still people outside the door who can hear you both.

one hand of yours takes a handful of his messy jet-black hair, pushing his face more into your chest. he groans and continues to nip around one tit while his other hand plays around your neglected breast.

kneading and pinching nonstop, you’re unable to hold in the whiny moans coming out of you as your other hand grips his shoulder. you’re relishing it, the rough feeling of callous fingers against your now-swollen nipples.

taking a glance down at Yoongi, you notice how wet he is. he's drenched in sweat but my fuck does he look even hotter when he does. his mouth releases your peppered breasts, opting to fondle your clothed pussy this time.

“don’t tell me you’ve been wet since the first song” he teases and you look away from his heated gaze. he got his answer when he felt your cunt twitch through your clothed core. rough pads of his fingers rub you faster, more of your slickness seeping through your leggings to his hands.

he was clad in all black earlier, one of your favourites so he wasn’t that surprised.

“yoongi..” you’re panting, almost begging him with the way you're gripping his hair and shoulders. you need him to do something, anything more than teasing at this point.

it surprises you when Yoongi grabs the empty glass of Henny that you put aside on the table earlier, taking the ice to his mouth and he’s back to assaulting your breasts. he rolls the ice cube with his tongue around your nipples, making you shiver at the cold and wet sensation.

you’re whimpering, legs shaking as the band on your lower abdomen threatens to snap with how Yoongi’s cold and wet fingertips fondling your core. the multiple stimulations are pushing you nearer to your orgasm. you’re not sure if he’s aware or not, if this was his plan all along.

“..oh fuck”

“hmm?”

“yoongi..i don’t.. wanna cum in this”

you cry, eyes mustering your neediest look towards him, hoping he’ll listen to your pleas. and Yoongi did, his hand leaving your drenched pussy and mouth releasing your breast. relief courses through you, smiling at him despite the uncomfy feeling of your leggings sticking to your core.

“of course, you don’t, always wanting to cream my cock”

he doesn’t say it in a mocking manner, the hint of adoration coming forward within his hooded eyes. you get off of him once his hands release you, quickly shimmying down your leggings while he unbuckles his baggy pants and boxers.

you didn’t miss him whipping out a condom from his front pocket, making you suspicious with your arms now crossed over your chest.

“and why-”

“you’re here and i did remember you love being fucked anywhere”

he answers right away and your face morphs in shame, arms sliding down to your elbows, revealing your breasts again to Yoongi.

you hate being paranoid like this though you know he’s always been prepared. and he’s right, you do love it when they fuck you anywhere they like whether it be on the venue, in their vans or in their hotel rooms.

it’s one of your favourites when you join them on tours before.

“yoon–..” you try but he beckons you closer and helps you back onto his lap, kissing you right away and ignoring your protests because he knew right away what you were gonna say.

“none of that hmm? lemme get you ready”

he took himself out and put on the condom already before his hands skitter around your inner thighs.

“no”

he quirks a brow at you, wanting to make sure if that's what you want. even though you’re stark naked figure’s been enticing him to just fuck it and ruin you like you’ve been begging for, he's been a pro at controlling himself to prepare you.

huffing before wrapping your hands around his neck, you squeeze his nape as an answer.

you just want him inside you and you don’t wanna wait anymore.

a smirk graces Yoongi's face at your impatience before helping your body up to grind on him again.

now rubbing your bare pussy against his dick, you enjoy watching him seethe with each friction. your hips circle until his swollen tip catches your entrance, pausing just to tease him. one of his hands scrambles to grip your hip and you chuckle before lifting yourself, grabbing his dick and lowering slowly.

“fuck,fuck,fuck”

you watch Yoongi close his eyes, a plethora of curses coming out from his mouth. you’re whimpering in return, pussy walls fluttering around him to try to accommodate his thick girth.

“big..fuck, yoongi” you cry, tears threatening to well in your eyes.

you love the feeling though and he knows it but Yoongi still tries to comfort you, roaming his veiny hands around your body till he reaches your breasts.

you start moving your hips slowly, planting your hands against his clothed chest as you try to take more of him. his hands fly on both sides of your waist, feline eyes also watching you while you’re slowly adjusting to him.

“more..” he grunts, prompting you to go faster as he tightens his grip on your waist. you try to roll your hips faster then deeper until you bottomed down.

pausing for a bit, you couldn’t help but lean in and whine against his clothed shoulder with how his cock’s filling you deliciously.

he has other plans though, releasing a deep groan after you unconsciously clenched around him. he starts fucking up to you, pouring all that adrenaline rush coursing through his bloodstream.

a loud moan escapes you when he finds that soft spot, causing you to pull back and again note the cocky smirk emerging on his handsome face.

“yoongi..fuck”

“shhhh”

he silences you with a finger on his puckered lips, hips bucking up to you faster while he repeatedly hits that spongy spot again.

you struggle but you wanna be good for him so you close your eyes and force yourself to keep your moans in. it results in you gasping instead, small whimpers still escaping you with how magnified everything feels.

“you listen really well baby” amusement laces Yoongi’s tone, eliciting deep moans after when you clamp around him with the praise. his groans spur you to ride him faster but you’re starting to feel the burn on your legs.

he must’ve felt you slowing down cause you found him grinning once you reopened your eyes. gritting your teeth, you dig your nails into Yoongi’s clothed shoulders and call his name in a whimper, biting your lip to hold back your release but his praise makes you crumble.

"yeah? come on __" he gauges you, kissing you at once to swallow the moans that you couldn’t keep in once you reach your peak.

he slows down his pace, letting you ride your own high as his mouth peppers your jaw then later your neck with kisses. his hands continue to caress your naked body until they reach down on your ass.

you let out a surprised yelp when he squeezes them hard, causing you to grip his damp hair once he starts fucking up to you again.

calling your name with a deep groan, you whimper by his ear in response as he chases his release. he’s relentless with his fucking, groping your ass nonstop until you feel him explode in the condom.

you do miss it when he fills you up but you both can’t risk anything while he’s still on tour.

“shit..” he chuckles after releasing you, pushing his hair back with a satisfied look on his face but it shortly disappears when he notices the small tears in your eyes.

“was i too rough?” he worries but you shake your head.

“you know i love it” you reply with a quick peck to his now perplexed face. he doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue.

“i just got emotional..you know”

a small smile of relief breaks into Yoongi’s face, stroking your naked back while you’re both coming down from your highs.

“i’m glad you’re here” he whispers, kissing your forehead. you don’t fucking know why you're suddenly emotional but it could be because of oxytocin flowing through you right now.

“the seesaw acoustic made me cry” you sniff, nuzzling Yoongi's clothed chest that’s a bit damp now, mixed with sweat and your tears but neither of you mind it.

“why? the lyrics still?”

he did remember you crying after hearing it for the first time years ago, the lyrics being the sole reason of it.

“it’s just.. i don’t know, it reminds me of when you guys were touring before” you admit, melancholy in your voice while you reminisce watching his solo performance during their last world tour as a group.

“thank you” he pauses, looking away from you. “for staying with us after all these years”. he takes your hand and plays with it as he says those words.

you adore this side of Yoongi and now you feel bad for doubting him earlier. meeting them years ago and staying this entire time meant a lot of hardships that you went through together with the rest of his members.

“i miss all of you together” you give Yoongi a quick peck on his heated cheeks before giggling, all the sadness gone at the sight of him blushing. he sits up right away and grabs your face to do the same on your lips before lifting your body off of him.

“you see each of them all the time more than i do, i’m jealous”

he gets up, pulling off the used rubber before picking up your clothes that he threw around earlier. he emerges in front of you after, wet wipes in his hand as he parts your sore legs.

“who knows, maybe me and Jimin will drop by”

he stops, letting out a snort and you raise a brow at him, mind suddenly alert to the possibility.

“he’s coming right?”

“idk babe” he’s got that teasing smile and you wanna cry.

“yoonggiiiii..”

“is this why you came here?”

“no”

you’re back to sulking because the boys won’t tell you anything either. it’s something they’ve all kept a secret cause even Jimin won’t budge earlier when you tried to get the answer from him during pillow talk.

however, Yoongi surprises you amidst your sulking when his head’s suddenly between your legs, licking up a stripe of your swollen folds, causing you to whine at the sensitivity.

he knows you’re tired so he stops your hand from grabbing his damp hair.

“later” he mutters, licking his glistened lips as he wipes your pussy.

you didn’t reply, still lying down on the couch while trying to put your bra, panties and leggings back on. getting up would be impossible so you wanna stay on the couch for a bit to cool down.

“i wanna surprise everyone okay? and you’re always on stan twitter”

he gives up, grinning at you with that adorable gummy smile before grabbing another glass of whiskey on the table.

then instead of wearing it back, you throw your merch shirt at him.

“YOU GET DEETS BECAUSE OF ME” you yell, earning a deep chuckle from Yoongi.

then he pulls out his phone and takes a picture of you, sending it to your group chat with a thumbs up caption. the others surprisingly replied immediately, with Jimin responding with a wink emoji.

oh they will pay for this.

e/n: it's been a long time lmao how are y'all? btw i wrote this during those two days and haven't opened it in almost a year now so 😂

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flamingpudding · 1 month

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The first part of this Au that I went out with so funny thank you for answering it I hope you were able to rest and stuff but anywho

I feel like after those first two parts I feel like RedRobin and Batman have questions about the Ghost King and Vlad relationship like they're asking questions

And the Klarions / Phantom children and the kids keep just dropping he with to college with our mom's parents, he would take kidnap mom and locked him in a basement, he's legally mom's godfather, he tried to marry grandmother on multiple occasions

I just feel like Dan anytime he gets the moment gets mad at him and goes like until you pay the 8.5 million you owe mom in child support is the day that you can call me your son ectoplasm donor.

Also I would find it so funny if outside of their Klarion thing they live with Vlad time from time again when Danny is overwhelmed or need someone to watch over them and the the rest of the people he's friends with in the Infinite Realms can't do it and are friends with the Wayne children

I feel like Duke will be having a heart attack when you realizes that he goes the same high school class as Dan or that Ellie and Dick best friends back when they were children for funsies

Also the reveal of Teekls has never been a cat it's going to get on doctor fate's nerves cuz he knows damn well that things never been a cat also I feel like all of them have the power to rip Dr Fate out of whoever he's possessing body and always he's pulling that power on him anytime they get the chance

Also a review of the fact that Teekl has never been a cat until when like Batman or Red Robin pov

Have I ever mentioned I love your ideas and how fun they are? Cause damn this had me laughing while reading it already.

Also glad the first two parts were still fun despite the mishaps that happed while writing :D

Also I skipped over the Teekl Part for the moment since I didn't know how to tie it in at the moment...

Sooooo anyway.... here we go again~ (sorry if its a bit short...)

Part 1 Part 2

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Red Robin was intrigued, worried and on several levels suspicious as he watched the interaction between the ones that had been Klarion, the current Klarion and Vlad Masters. He had also a lot of questions, he really wanted answers to but for now he held back.... partially. Vlad Masters was a contact Batman had brought in when the situation with the Demon became more dangerous than they originally expected.

John Constantine had mentioned they would need a even stronger force to really drive that Demon back and off handedly mentioned that something like an Ancient or a Ghost King would be needed. And wouldn't you know, Batman knew someone that claimed to have contacts with a Ghost King or rather THE Ghost King. And as luck would have it, Vlad Masters was in Gotham because of one of his relentless attempts at striking a business deal with Bruce Wayne. (That really had been an unexpected luck but by now Red Robin was also suspecting something else was at play.... [Like a bored Ancient of Time])

Well either way now he was watching, just a step behind his mentor, how Batman was grilling Vlad Masters on his relations to the Ghost King, since apparently they (the hero's assembled) wouldn't need to do anything anyway since the Ghost King was handling the demon threat. Red Robin did realise that not all heroes present were convinced but what else could they do but wait right now? Since according to Klarion their Mom aka the Ghost King was already dealing with the situation.

So with that happening, the well known bat-paranoia, curiosity, suspicion and need to know every good damn detail of a situation arose full force. Not that Red Robin minded, as mentioned before, he had a lot of questions too. Plus he wasn't so sure if the other Heroes had caught it but there were some disturbing things Klarion and is siblings sort of dropped that really needed clearing up.

While Batman was grilling Vlad Masters, Red Robin listened in but then decided to his own sort of questioning with Klarion, the current one.

"So... you called Vlad Masters 'old man'? And your suit is in the 'old man's style'?" the question was asked directly to the current Klarion. Since they were apparently here just to watch Red robin was sure he could just try having a sort of civil talk with his questions.

Klarion on the other hand grumbled crossing his arms, before uncrossing them again to pet the demon cat on his shoulder. "I just went with his dumb vampire look but more fancy and classic and less insane colouring."

The arched eyebrow stayed sort of hidden under his mask but it was there and Red Robin knows that tone Klarion used. It's the same Red Hood has when he begrudgingly admit do doing something the way Batman would. Which raises the a question he already had on his mind, how he could interpret Klarions use of 'old man'. Which would give Batman even more incentive to question Vlad Masters on his relation to the Ghost King. Also for now he was going to ignore the 'dumb vampire look' part, but he did note it down in his mind for later.

"Vlad Masters is your 'old man'?" There probably was a way to ask a little more subtle or nice but they were waiting for the Ghost King to beat up a Demon and he was making small talk with subtitle questioning with Klarion. So sue him for being blunt after all. Also the face Klarion was making right after he said.

"Well Far Frozen gets a hot summer." Was the instant reply and Red Robin blinked unter his mask. There probably was some information he was missing behind that reply.

"Ew no! He wishes though. But Vlad is like double or triple our Mom's age! He even went to collage with Grandpa Jack and Grandma Maddie!" Misrule suddenly interjected apparently done pestering Nightwing as she leaned over Klarion, resting her head on his and causing Teekl to hiss at her. Well that certainly got his attention now and with the way he saw, form the corner of his eyes, Batmans head wipe their way and then back at Vlad Masters it certainly also got his mentors.

"He wishes...? Triple your Moms.... age? The Ghost King?" His mental information board was getting more and more chaotic with the information he was getting.

"He acts like we are his kids and has a right to be called Dad by us." Misrule shrugged dismissively to which Klarion growled, he growled! Red Robin was tempted to check his ears because this was the first time he heard Klarion growl towards his sister.

"The day I call your DNA and my ecto donor anything with the context of father is the day he pays Mom the millions of child support he owns him and additional pays for emotional and physical distress." Okay, Red Robin was not ashamed to say he did a double take at Klarions growl and the fact that several alarm bells went off hin his mind with that one sentence alone.

"Mom has his own castle and riches from the previous King. Not like we would actually need that money. Plus Vlad does pay for your school tuition." Misrule answered her brother, complete ignoring the fact that Red Robin was having a mental crisis and thinking that Vlad Masters might even be an even greater threat, then just a weird and suspicious potential business partner and that the reason he has a summoning stone for the Ghost King might be a custody thing regarding Klarion and his siblings.

So with all these things what did Red Robins brain decide to focus on? "Vlad Masters pays your school tuition? No wait you go to school?"

There was an awkward moment Red Robin received two very similar looking deadpan stares from Klarion and Misrule, the first Klarion.

"Of course I go to fucking school Mom would kill... well no thermos ground me if I didn't." Another drop of information Red Robin didn't know how to handle, what the hell does 'thermos ground' even mean? Was that like their version of grounding?

"Oh isn't today like a school night?" Misrule suddenly piped up pinching her brothers check and Red Robin felt weirdly reminded of some of the interactions he used to have with his siblings. It was strange to see Klarion like that.

"Shit... I forgot to do my part of my group project with Duke..." Klarion grumbled and Red Robin did a double take once more, blinking several times as there was a very very important information drop here, his head snapped towards Nightwing in hopes that the other had also caught it and thankfully, he had and while Signal wasn't present at the moment because he had done day patrols already and had been barely awake anyway when this whole Demon mess started.... they had gotten a hint of figuring out Klarions identity, they were certainly going to use later.

For now they had some more red flags to investigate in regards to the relation of Vlad Masters, the Ghost King, Klarion and Klarion's siblings.

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Little Bonus (Next day after Demon Crisis):

"Hey Duke, who are you working with in a group project?"

"Huh oh that is Dante Masters-Nightingale."

"Masters-Nightingale? As in Vlad MASTERS?"

"Yeah, that what he said his temporary guardian's name is that pays for his schooling."

"Wait didn't I go with Danielle Nightingale-MASTERS to school too? We were like besties in school!"

"Oh god...."

"Tim, you okay you look very pale. Are you okay? Dick too..."

"BRUCE! VLAD MASTERS NEEDS TO BE PUT ON THE RED WATCH LIST AND WE NEED TO TALK WITH THE GHOST KING ASAP!"

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lazyjellyfish300 · 9 days

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A Night in a Hotel Room with Miguel and Nanami🏩🛎️🖤

Miguel O'Hara x Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: your boyfriend Miguel, decides one night of sharing you with his co-worker can't hurt. Word count 5.4k 🖤

A/N: LMAOO creating my own happiness w this one. Do people write crossover fanfics anymore? Fuck it lol.

CW: MINORS DNI, CROSSOVER FANFIC, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, SMUT (PROTECTED P IN V, THREESOME, CUM EATING, THIGH RIDING, NIPPLE PLAY, SPANKING, ORAL M AND F RECEIVING, FINGERING, LITTLE BIT OF DEGRADATION PRAISE, ORGASM, VOYEURISM) some jealousy, insecurity, little possessiveness

@1-900-venusluvs @thatone-writer

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Your boyfriend glowers at the tall blonde who's returning his stare with an equally cool expression, maybe with the slightest undertone of smugness. A very faint amusement at the prospect of getting under the man's skin.

Tonight was a planned sinful encounter at some random five star hotel downtown, and the arrangement was anything but wholesome.

Miguel really can't believe he's allowing this. Is it weird that deep deep down, the idea of watching another man fuck you and reduce you to a whimpery mess kind of sends a little pulse of excitement through his body?

Something really sensual and and filthy about the voyeuristic component of what's about to happen. He can't help but bite his lip at the thought.

But wait, you're his. His body betraying his mind once again.

Nanami's deep brown eyes are studying Miguel, staying locked on him as he brings the shallow glass to his lips, a small hollow sound and clinking of ice as he sips the bourbon, exhaling gruffly with the fire that burns his throat. Awkward silence painting the grand suite once more.

You're in the bathroom pacing anxiously, your sweet boyfriend and this handsome mystery man of the night waiting for you in the bedroom. You bite your lip, messing with the pink satin nightgown you're wearing, a million thoughts fighting for the dominant spot in your brain as you do several 360s, making sure your hair is right, the makeup you're wearing is highlighting your face in the way it should, even practicing your bedroom eyes and your expressions you'd make when you're arching your back in pleasure, making sure your lips, which are coated in your favorite shiny gloss, are making the perfect O.

You can tell that you're taking forever, the silence from the other room says it all too well. Don't be a coward. It's just a little night of fun with Miguel and his co-worker. No big deal. No pressure for anything else after this.

It's just one night....

You turn, opening the bathroom door, making your grand entrance.

Both men's attention immediately flickers to you.

Your eyes find Miguel's first, his chest falling slowly with the soft exhale he breathes out at the sight of you. You're a damn goddess in your simple nightgown. He feels a rush of desire at the sight of your lips, the shadow of your nipples that brush up against the silky fabric, the outline faintly visible from where he's sitting.

You feel a sense of calm and familiarity as you gaze back into the eyes of your boyfriend, reminding you that you are safe. He would've never agreed to this if he wasn't absolutely sure you'd be in good hands the entire time. He's doing this solely for your pleasure, just wanting you to walk away from this experience satiated and happy. He'd bring the world to your feet if you asked.

You look over at Nanami whose heart rate has steadily begun to increase. When Miguel approached him about tonight, he was not fucking kidding when he said you were drop dead gorgeous. Stunning, even.

Nanami can't help but allow his eyes to slink all over this body of yours he gets to fuck tonight. His lips parting ever so slightly and wetness pooling in his mouth, practically salivating at every dip and curve in your figure.

Plush thighs, soft tits, a pair of voluptuous hips, and the very slight pudge of your tummy gracefully accentuated by your little satin nightgown. The mustard glow of the dim lights in the bedroom made you all the more alluring.

Miguel notices Nanami's intrigue and obvious visual undressing he's currently committing with his eyes, clearing his throat loudly, trying to brush off the sting of jealousy coursing in his veins.

"We should discuss the rules."

Nanami raises a quizzical brow, setting his bourbon glass on the coaster, bringing his ankle to rest on his opposite knee, leaning back in his chair, his muscles framed deliciously in his navy button down shirt.

You feel a warmness in between your thighs at the sight of your temporary lover that Miguel is sharing you with tonight. He's very handsome, slightly less taller than Miguel, but still built and very muscular like he was, those golden locks combed and styled neatly on his head and those deep eyes a warm silky chestnut that clutched such an innate seriousness about them yet gripped you with beckoning invitation. There was a sophisticated and gentlemanly air he possessed that was quite difficult to resist.

"I'm listening." Nanami answers, his attention now turned to Miguel. His voice is low and soothing. His tone is patient. It's a little unsettling how starkly similar this Nanami is to Miguel. They give off comparable vibes, both rather stoic at first yet demonstratively gentle if you delved a little deeper underneath their hardened surface.

"Wear a condom. And, if she says no, you stop immediately." Miguel says firmly.

"Of course." Nanami answers, nodding his head. "Anything else?"

Miguel pauses, scanning his mind quickly for anything he forgot to mention.

"No kissing her on the lips." He says. He's already pushing himself way out of his comfort zone, but seeing you lock lips with another man might be too much. Way too intimate, he thought. A kind of soulbond that was only reserved for him and him only.

Nanami raises an eyebrow at this, but doesn't protest. Kind of specific but understandable. Miguel is the one calling the shots and who set up this whole arrangement after all. If he's willing to share this absolute angel with him, he'll abide by the rules.

"Is there anything else, before we get started?" Nanami inquires, his tone still calm but an edge of impatience in it that he didn't quite cover up this time.

Miguel detects it too, a little bit of red rushing to his cheeks, clearing his throat again. "N-No." He shakes his head, his leg starting to bob a little anxiously. "No...I will let you know if there is. You can go ahead."

Nanami nods, looking at you. His lips twitch into a polite smile, honey lacing his tone. "I'm Nanami Kento." He says, introducing himself. "What's yours?"

Your breath is caught in your chest momentarily, your cheeks hot to the touch as you answer him in what you hope is a confident manner.

Nanami nods, letting the melodious sound of your name and your voice sink in. "I like that..." He says softly, his eyes gently raking over your form. "You're beautiful."

The heat in your body burns a little hotter, feeling yourself get dizzy as the anticipation and flattery from this gorgeous man start to go to your head.

"Thank you..." You flash him a shy, gorgeous smile.

Nanami licks his lips. Miguel's eyes dart back and forth between the two of you, the jealousy a little uncomfortable for him at this point. He loudly clears his throat again. "Who do you want first?"

"Um-"

You hesitate, biting your lip. Nanami gives you a reassuring smile.

"I won't be offended." He says sincerely. "If you want to go to him first since that's who you're most comfortable with, I completely understand."

Miguel nods, gulping down the lump in his throat. "Exactly." His crimson eyes jump back to you. "It's all about you tonight, baby. Whatever you want."

You take a deep breath, the mystery and allure of Nanami is pretty intriguing. The main point of tonight was to explore what another man fucking you could feel like; if he could make you feel as good as Miguel could. You feel yourself being pulled in his direction, yet you still hesitate, not wanting to hurt your darling boyfriend's feelings.

Miguel's face falls a little bit when he sees you inch a little closer to Nanami. Nanami scoots forward where he's sitting, gesturing for you to sit on his lap.

"Come here, lovely girl..."

Miguel growls a little bit when you sit on Nanami's lap, straddling his thigh. Nanami raises his eyebrow again, his face a little unamused at Miguel's apparent inability to reconcile his feelings, despite his insistence over and over that he wouldn't get jealous.

"I want to get her ready." Miguel insists.

Nanami tsks, running his hands up and down your bare arms, his body getting warm at the contact and the feeling of your pussy throbbing through your lacy thong on his thigh. "Think she's made up her mind..."

"Babe..." You call over to him.

Miguel's demeanor softens a little bit, slightly ashamed at letting himself get worked up. Miguel retracts for now, grumbling under his breath, sitting back down. He feels his cock twitch in his pants when you release a little whine.

Nanami's leaned forward, his mouth locked around your left tit, the thin strap of your nightgown loose in his hand as he brought it down, holding it against your arm, his grip tightening slightly as he concentrates on pouring as much tenderness as he can as he works his tongue all around your areola and tickling your nipple.

"Mmm...." Nanami grunts softly against your squishy flesh, letting his other hand rub and caress all up and down your body as he indulges in your lovely tits. You smell and feel amazing. His eyes watch you gently loll your head back, smirking when he feels you start to hump against his thigh.

"Yeah...." Nanami groans, a low purr in his throat. "There you go...." He stops sucking your tit momentarily to grip your hips, letting his hands follow your movements as you rock yourself in steady rhythm over his thigh.

"Fffuck..." He moans quietly, the abrupt cursing coming from this dapper man makes you bite your lip at the sultry effect you have on him.

His lips part as he remains hypnotized on the graceful bounce of your breasts as you ride his thigh.

"Making yourself feel good, baby?"

"Mmm-mhmm..." You manage to squeak out, eyebrows furrowed as you feel the muscles of his strong thigh ripple, providing you with the friction you were so needing.

"Such a good girl..." Nanami whispers.

Miguel freezes, not sure what to do. He feels the blood rushing to his cock at your little moans and whimpers, the sight of you riding another man's thigh, using him to get off.

Even though he's still hating that it's not him underneath you, he's becoming entranced by your reaction, almost like he's having an out of body view of what you look like when he's the one doing all these things to you.

He gulps and clenches his fists, the red in his cheeks hard to ignore as Nanami now has you turned around, still seated on his lap on the wet spot that has now started to form on his thigh.

Nanami lays an open mouthed kiss on your neck as his hands dance to your panties, pulling the lacy thong to the side, working the soft pads of his fingers into the already soaked arousal before he slips a thick finger inside, making you whine.

Nanami groans into your neck, letting that finger wiggle slowly inside of you in broad circles, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit.

"Shh..." He soothes as he adds another finger, causing another desperate whine to escape you, slightly pained from the stretch.

"Nanami...." You moan, starting to buck your hips into his fingers once you adjust to it, greedy for some semblance of fucking as you grow more impatient for his cock, your head resting on his shoulder as he pumps his fingers in and out of you while stimulating your clit. He's almost a little too fucking good at this.

Nanami gives a little chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to your throat. "That's it, baby...knew you could take it..." He's hard as a rock by now, but he's adamant on making you cum at least once on his fingers.

Still, his temptation of riling himself up as well is too hard to ignore, the way you're so cutely whining, how sensitive you are and desperate he's got you just off his fingers alone. He can't wait to see what you look like when you finally take his cock.

"Nanami..." Your breathing starts to pick up, heat in your belly pooling rather quickly. You moan louder, eyes rolling back in your head, starting to squirm from the pleasure that's now running rampant, its intensity almost a little too much for you.

Nanami locks you in place, sensing your discomfort and using his free hand to intertwine with yours, holding it tightly over your chest while he continues slowly bringing you to orgasm with the other.

"I know," he whispers.

"Nanami..."

"M'right here, darling..."

"Nanami, Nanami..."

"Yes baby?"

"It's so much..."

"Mmm...but you love it right....?"

"Yeah..."

"Feels good....?"

"Mmm fuck, yeah..."

"God…” He tenderly kisses your neck. “Let yourself feel good, baby….I'm right here." He moans, the deep sound all too sinful and luscious in your ear. "Cum for me, sweetheart."

"Nanami!" You cry out, Nanami smirks as you leak all over his hands, your warm love completely soaking his lap.

Miguel doesn't give a fuck anymore, he's standing up, dress pants at his feet, his white dress shirt halfway unbuttoned, the collar of his white tank top underneath soaked in his sweat, his chest muscles visible where the sweat makes the garment transparent, clinging to his skin, angrily pumping his cock, his jaw falling open at the sight in front of him.

Miguel clenches his fist and winces at the ache in his balls from trying to ease some of the burning desire without his own orgasm coming too quickly.

The only places he'd like his cum tonight is on you or inside of you, nowhere else, leading him to inadvertently edge himself during this whole encounter.

You lock eyes with your lover across the room, calling sweetly for him. "Miggy..."

Miguel practically leaps at the sound, crossing the room rapidly to answer his beautiful girl.

Nanami presses one more kiss to your cheek. "Thank you, honey..."

Miguel gently holds your throat as he crashes his lips to yours, letting the kiss linger for several moments as he wastes no time letting his tongue slide inside your mouth and his hands massaging your tits.

Nanami grunts, sliding his pants and boxers off the rest of the way, his hardened cock springing free as he lays down on the king sized bed, biting his lip as he strokes it, watching the heated makeout session between you and Miguel.

"Think you could help me out, beautiful?" He calls over to you.

You look up at Miguel, who nods, a little gruff in his throat. "Come on."

Nanami smiles, manspreading his muscular legs apart a little bit for you as he watches you slide off your panties, Miguel pulling your nightgown over your head and off your body, leaving you completely bare.

Miguel gets naked too, letting his eyes wander all over you, doing so as if he has a fresh set of eyes.

You straddle Nanami in the reverse cowgirl position, Miguel in front of you softly caressing your cheek as he looks down at you, hardened cock in his fist that he's slowly started to pump.

Nanami gently takes you by the hips, guiding you over his length that now has a condom. He grunts as your wet pussy makes contact, all of your arousal he brought out of you moments earlier making you nice and wet for him, allowing his tip to slide in with minimal resistance.

You gasp, pressing your face a little harder against Miguel's hand, Miguel lets his thumbs run over your cheeks in encouragement as you try to adjust to Nanami's staggering length. He's not as thick as Miguel, but the length of his cock makes up for it entirely at 10 inches. It's not even a quarter of the way in and you can already tell it'll be a challenge fitting him in.

"Aahh.... shit..." You whine. Miguel's cock starts leaking precum from your expression.

"You're doing good, baby." Miguel hums softly, making you look up at him.

Nanami grunts below you, his grip tightening on your hips as he bobs you a little lower on his cock. You gasp loudly at the intrusion.

"Shh..shhh..." Miguel's eyes are half lidded, loving watching you take Nanami's cock a little too much. The way you're gasping and your eyebrows are knitting together, your pretty lips falling open but the way your expression gradually melts as you let yourself give in to Nanami, taking even more of his cock. The scene is too hot.

"Doing okay, darling...?" Nanami moans as he bottoms out, setting a sensual pace as he rolls his hips underneath you, keeping his cock buried all the way inside your warm cunt, biting his lip at the sight of your plump ass spread so nicely over his cock.

"You take me beautifully sweetheart..."

You coo sweetly in response, your head hazy with pleasure from Nanami buried so fucking deep inside you combined with Miguel's angelic face staring adoringly down into yours as he cups your pretty face in his hands. "Feels good, baby?" Miguel asks softly.

"So good..." You breathe out delicately as Miguel slowly drags down your bottom lip.

"Yeah, she's loving this….being used like such a good little slut..." Nanami groans.

"Mmm yeah.....filthy girl, you…So damn naughty..." Miguel smirks down at you, giving you the one on purpose that's sexy as hell as he shoves his cock back inside your mouth, much to your delight.

He's never let anyone else see this side of him. Never thought he'd commit a sin as dirty as this, sharing his pretty little girlfriend with another man, but seeing you getting all spread and stretched out on top of Nanami's cock while Miguel's cock is ramming your throat, all bets are off.

"God, she's tight, Miguel..." Nanami chuckles, fucking you a little more roughly, enjoying your breathy mewls and how he's forcing you to choke on Miguel's cock with every violent jut of his hips.

"Such a heavenly pussy...can't believe he's kept it all to himself...." Nanami mutters. He spanks you hard, making you yelp and drool all over Miguel's cock.

Miguel groans, taking you by the back of your head, his abs shiny with sweat, his eyes completely overblown with lust as he methodically thrusts his hips, not plunging quite so deep this time, giving your throat a little mercy as he enjoys the slick, warm wetness of your cheeks instead as he envelops his cock in them over and over again.

"I'm close..." Miguel whispers, holding your face as he continues to fuck your mouth. "You're amazing..."

Nanami thrusts even harder, drilling his cock upwards into you, the staggering length nudging your cervix making you shut your eyes, your tits bouncing violently.

Nanami's cock grazes a sweet spot that particularly makes your toes curl underneath you. Nanami senses it too when he feels your warm cunt clench tighter around him.

"Oh, right there?" He purrs, angling himself to hit it with perfect precision.

You moan loudly in affirmation, mouth still stuffed with Miguel's cock. Nanami smirks as he lays another hard spank to your ass in response.

"Mmm...feels so fucking good to me too..."

Miguel grunts, his cock plunging into your throat more harshly now, as he drags himself closer and closer to the brink. He brings a hand to one of your tits, tweaking the nipple as you babble on his cock, Nanami still harshly fucking you underneath.

"Gonna swallow f'me?" Miguel whispers, licking his lips as he relishes how gorgeous you look like this. Pretty lips hugged snugly around his cock. He's definitely taking a mental picture for later.

You nod, moaning at the taste of him as you salivate around your boyfriend's thick length, the ridges and curve of his cock you've ridden countless times still just as tantalizing as the first time he fucked you with it, the familiarity making it very easy to fantasize about it easing in and out of your warm cunt, causing you to wet and grip even tighter at the thought, much to Nanami's pleasure.

Nanami's head whips back against the pillow as he thrusts his cock to the deepest depth he's reached all night, his back arching and a strong grip on your hips with his large hands as he unloads inside of you. The volume of his cum so thick that a little starts to trickle down the bottom of the condom, a soft chuckle in his throat and another bite of his lip at the sight of his soaked cock being slowly pulled from your weeping cunt.

Miguel cums inside your mouth, panting heavily as he coaxes his shaft greedily, globes of crimson searing with passion to get every last drop unloaded in your pretty throat. A couple tears run down your face, lightly smudging your mascara a little bit which Miguel chases away with soft kisses, praising you for how well you did.

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The bed shifts a little bit as Nanami gets up, grunting as he removes the condom and uses a clean towel from the bathroom to clean himself while Miguel holds you against his chest, your bare skin trading warmth against each other as you recover.

Nanami walks over, laying down on the bed, but not before leaning forward, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder. "You were incredible, darling."

You hum in appreciation, reaching out to lay a hand on Nanami's thigh, your thumb softly swiping against his skin while Miguel continues to cradle your head against his chest.

Nanami covers your hand with his own, looking up at Miguel. "Should we give her a proper thanks after being so good for us...?"

Miguel hums, his jealousy from earlier mostly evaporated from all the passion that just took place, pulling back from his embrace a little to look at you, a soft gaze of adoration seeping from his eyes as he slowly nods his head.

"Definitely..." He smirks as he brings your face closer to his, giving you a soft peck before gently reclining you backwards.

"Miguel?" Your mind is still quite cloudy, body totally spent and a faint soreness starting to make itself known between your thighs after Nanami fucked you so hard.

Nanami allows you to lay backwards against him, your upper body cradled comfortably against his chest. He nuzzles his nose against the crook of your neck, littering it in little kisses as he gently eases your legs open for Miguel, your fucked out pussy spread so nicely in front of him like dessert.

"Just relax, angel..." Nanami murmurs in your ear.

Your thighs ache and you feel a chill as the cool air of the hotel room hits your glistening cunt. Miguel groans at the sight, feeling his cock twitch, begging to come back to life already at the sexy sight of you laying so prettily against Nanami.

Nanami nips at your earlobe, slightly squeezing it between his teeth as his large calloused hands find your breasts once more, hugging them entirely with his warm palms.

You moan softly, letting your body completely relax against him, his strong frame cradling you protectively as he focuses on your breasts, starting to tenderly roll the buds between his fingertips, making your back arch on instinct, drawing your legs apart even wider.

Miguel's mouth waters, leaning down his head to dive in your waters, his tongue lapping and pressing in intentional circular movements as he explores your folds, the smell of sex from earlier leaving you with a particularly delicious taste down there on his tongue, one beefy muscular arm locking around your thigh, followed by the other cementing you in place.

You cry out loudly, the warm massage of Miguel's tongue on your sore pussy and Nanami's hands caressing your breasts already skyrocket you to a dizzying state of mind, the level of pleasure at this point already overwhelming after the abuse your body already endured.

Miguel and Nanami seem to take note of this. Miguel slows down his tongue, making his licks more soft and gentle, coaxing your pussy in more of a tease, a notch down from a moment earlier when he was already going for the full mile.

Nanami's voice soothes you in your ear, his hands kneading and softly pushing your breasts together, then gently apart in a comfortable rhythm, easing away from the ultra sensitive spots and focusing on humming sweet words of praise and a comfortable massage on your tits. He lets their weight linger in his hands as a form of worship, groaning as he feels his cock start to harden yet again against your bare lower back. Everything about you is so bewitching. It's been too long since Nanami's got to enjoy making love to a body as heavenly as yours tonight.

"You're beautiful like this....just stunning, sweetheart...." Nanami coos in your ear. "Been such a good girl all night...you enjoying yourself, my dear?"

"Nanami..."

"'S'right..." Nanami purrs. "I like hearing you moan my name..." he makes his lips supple and messy against your neck, adorning it with more tingling kisses.

Miguel is completely pussy drunk, his tongue lazily prodding in and out between your sensitive lips, dipping slightly into your cunt without plunging in entirely, coating itself with your arousal, savoring the taste you're dripping into his mouth with every wet flick.

At the sound of your moans from Nanami, Miguel is eager to get your attention again, burying his face in your cunt, the tip of his nose nuzzling against your clit as his tongue laves all along your velvety walls, squelching noises and a low groan from Miguel's throat as his tongue repeatedly fucks you, gripping your thighs silently as a reminder of who you actually belong to once the night is over.

Nanami chuckles, hearing you groan even louder, shushing you as he leaves his lips pressed tenderly against your temple as he holds you, letting Miguel take the spotlight this time, subtly stroking his cock with his free hand while he kneads your breasts and holds you against his body with the other.

"Miguel..." You moan out, grinding against his face.

Miguel groans in response, starting to hump against the bed as he gently bobs his head, his tongue doing all sorts of figure eights on your pussy, graciously and eagerly dining on you as a thank you for such a sexy night, for being such a good girl, taking his friend's cock so well and swallowing him down your throat.

His tongue focuses on your sweet puffy clit, your grip on his hair clamped down but not hard enough to dissuade him from his mission to make you cum all over his face. He's too cocky to let Nanami be the only one walking away from this with your cum all over him.

Nanami strokes himself to the sight in front of him, watching this man lap up your pussy and your pretty moans you're making just for him and Miguel, joining in the chorus with his own low moans directly in your ear with more wet reassuring trails of kisses all along your neck. "So good baby...you're close, aren't you, beautiful..."

"Miguel..." You whimper.

"Let him make you cum, baby..." Nanami purrs, locking you in an iron grip against him. "I've got you."

The sounds in the darkened room are the lowly moans and groans from all three of you, yours breathy and rising higher and higher in pitch, wet noises coming from the sloppy mess between Miguel's tongue and your warm cunt, and Nanami stroking his cock faster and faster.

You're sweaty, body overwhelmed from this pleasure that's being injected into you from multiple angles, sandwiched between these two gorgeous men, just about every dirty fantasy you had unfolding right before your eyes as you let them use and enjoy your body, letting them rack your senses with a pleasure so fierce like you've never been fucked so damn deliciously in your entire life.

You practically scream as you squirt all over Miguel's pretty face, his breath caught in his throat as your juices paint his chiseled features, a satisfied grin and throaty chuckle from deep in his chest as he sits back on his heels on the bed, his large cock erect, dark happy trail and hairy chest still shiny with sweat from his endurance, licking up your climax you so generously made just for him.

Nanami cums a second time as well, thick white ropes squirting in his hand, a small spurt accidentally hitting you in your back.

"God...." He pants, the oxygen in his lungs gradually replenishing as he gives you one more kiss on your temple. "Thank you, beautiful...." He stands up once again to clean himself off in the bathroom.

Miguel scoots forward to catch you again, laying you back on the pillows as he can't resist smothering you in more heated kisses.

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Nanami is fully dressed, the sounds of you and Miguel making out passionately on the bed are coming through the closed bathroom door. Nanami's cock slightly twitches at the sound, but he's exhausted. Tonight was more than plenty, better than he could have even imagined, but now it was time to head home.

Still, if you and Miguel ever wanted to do this in the future, he's more than happy to oblige. No, it wouldn't be an obligation in the slightest. He hopes that if Miguel ever thought of sharing you again, he's the only other man who would have the privilege of filling those shoes. Nanami drapes his tie around his shoulders with a sigh as he begins to tie it.

He couldn't deny he felt a slight pang of envy as he walked out of the hotel after giving you a polite kiss on the hand goodbye and a small nod in acknowledgement to Miguel. You were hard to beat. Any woman after you, if there were any, that is, would have to be pretty damn extraordinary to put your alluring self out of his mind.

Nanami stands on the empty dark city sidewalk, soaked with the smell of after rain, the ghost of a satisfied smile on his face when he realizes he managed to get this all done so he could be home before midnight.

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The shower's gentle, rain-like water gracefully dots your skin and kisses your eyelashes as you gaze up at Miguel, holding you naked against his bare body.

The corner of his mouth twitches upwards, his thumb gently brushing over your soft lips.

"Are you alright?" He asks quietly, the running water pelting against the shower tiles as a cloud of steam builds around your feet.

You smile, bringing your forehead against his as you make yourself a little taller as you hold him.

"Never better." You answer softly, letting your hand tangle in his wet brunette locks that fall against his face, clinging to his forehead.

He was gorgeous like this, a face you could never get tired of looking at and one you planned on seeing for the rest of your life. Crimson pools of his eyes you'd happily drown in time and time again. Tonight was absolutely perfect, but your heart still truly lived at home with the sweet soul in front of you.

Your lips meet again in another tender kiss, your mouths moving slowly against one another with more intention, carrying a little bit of the fire they had from before when you were making out on the bed.

Miguel pants into your mouth, moaning open mouthed into the kiss, "Got one more round in you, baby?"

You chuckle breathlessly against his lips, "Haven't had enough already?"

"Just want you one more time, all to myself..." He whispers, eyes roaming your body as he playfully toys with your bottom lip.

"Aww...." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hold each other underneath the stream.

"You know you're the only one for me, right?"

"I know...just making sure."

Miguel smiles, brushing your noses affectionately before he sinks to his knees, leaving a kiss on random parts of your body on his way down, a passionate groan leaving your lips as you felt him softly ease you open with a long thick finger, the calming warm temperature of the water stifling the ache.

He prepares to dive between your thighs again, your beautiful moans bouncing off the peaceful shower walls once more as you get ready for him to rip another orgasm out of you tonight.

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evilminji · 3 months

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Speaking of Summoning?

We don't see people fuck it up enough. Or CAPTIVES deliberately fuck up their captor's work. Like? Yeah, you are hogtied so tight you look three parts chain to one part man, but you can still WIGGLE.

Aggressively wiggle over that rune until it's too blurry to function! Kick at it with your heel until you scrape the paint! Smear that shit around! You're not here because you WANT to be! Fuck being a polite hostage. Make their life difficult!!!

Or BETTER?

The "$4000 bucks for chalk" take!

It's not the MATERIALS that make John "fuck you" Constantine a force to reckoned with. It's the DECADES of time, training, mistakes, fuck ups, FIXING those mistakes and fuck ups, then surviving the resulting fires.

Any idiot with a voice and some poor impulse control, can use most of those books.

John is GOOD at what he does, because he SURVIVED it. Knows when to stop. What to fuck up on purpose. HOW to do it. And what the results will be.

You're not impressive because you can light your dick on fire with magic.

You're just an idiot.

And when some "you are held back by your FEAR~!" Delusions of grandure fucko, one AGAIN crawls out of the muck like he's something God damned special, and not on the quick bus to a gory unspeakable end? Plays fast and loose with things that SHOULD NOT be let free? Yeah, John exhausts himself keeping millions of people from learning what the inside of Hell looks like.

Wakes up here.

Honestly surprised he wakes up at all.

Most of Dark is here. And Every Single One looks UNSPEAKABLY pissed. Like they got chewed on by a tree thrasher. That was probably on fire, given half the burns he's seeing.

The bastards monologuing, probably thinks they're hanging off his every word. Arrogant prick. Mostly though it's just intense eye contact and eyebrow charades over gags. Head gestures. Seeing who has what and if anyone's concussed. Honestly? You get good at shit like this, after a few too many times bound and gagged.

First mistake always is and has been, not killing them when you had the chance.

But... Zatanna is looking way too pale. And when she sharply gestures with her head? He sees WHY.

Blood on the floor. Not random. Just shitty, shitty writing and no binding agents. Oh sweet merciful fuck. It's not even CHARGED. No grooves to HOLD the blood in a way to keep most of it away from the air. Just splatter painted with some cheap brush on the unscrubbed floor, mixing and contaminated by god knows what, IN LAYERS.

Because it keeps drying.

Because OF COURSE IT KEEPS DRYING, YOU FUCK.

You are DOING IT WRONG.

Is he using THEIR blood? Oh sweet fuck he is. Are you ser-!? One of them is a CHIMPANZEE! Blood's blood literally changes! John's is fucked up! This idiot really things you can just slap it down like PAINT and trot off on your merry lil way, doesn't he? Why don't you just throw "Chemicals" at it next! Big ol bag of whatevers on hand!

At least he has people to share his outrage and horror with.

Oh god, is he STILL talking? Really. REALLY? How long has he...?

Wait. WHAT.

Crazy pants has "found" (more likely was lead by the nose too) a way to True Name Summoning people?! As in "kidnap from literally anywhere and bind them to your will, because unlike normal Summoning Targets they can't fuck off back home under their own power, so it's either submit or stay trapped until you die"??! Oh fuck. Oh shit, oh fuck.

And, OF COURSE, he's going to TEST his new fun trick?

On the Justice League.

Fucker, turns and starts chanting. John is closet, but everyone throws themselves forward. Even though none of them can really move, they have too TRY. His eyes shoot around the shit writing. Trying desperately to make out familiar symbols. Anything. Something. THERE!

He never thought he'd be grateful for all those far too drunk nights and pounding morning hangovers. But he is FAST wiggling across the floor, scrunching and swinging himself around, too sharply scrape the heel of his boot at the concrete floor, just inside that omenious off color Summoning. The layers of blood, painted down again and again to keep the "fresh", stick together like paint chips. Are raised just enough, his shoe tred catches, and all but pops the rune he's aiming for clean off.

Power surges as the spell completes.

He yanks his foot back before he runs the risk of losing it.

The light flares. And between one moment and the next? There are white hazmat boot standing just on the other side of the writen line, from John's face. He looks up into a young, pallet swapped, face. Nightwing, younger then he should be, wrong colors, different uniform. Confused look on his face quickly melting to that familiar "someone's about to get their ass kicked" look as he assesses the situation.

John grins like the MEANEST lil shark. (And yes, he DID steal this look of an ex.)

It WORKED.

Because half the people behind the kid? Not THEIR League. Hero's, yeah, he left that rune alone. But the "civilian identity" that was tied up in the "of this reality" one? Whoops! Guess it was forced to grab any applicable version of the Hero, from the Multiverse, who WASN'T currently off duty. Sure hope your bindings work on THEM!

AND it didn't tip off every single hero OFF duty!

The kid steps over the binding line, bends down, and snaps the chains around John with his bare hands. Offers him a hand up. He takes it. Gets a front row view of alternate versions of his colleges testing to see who is and isn't able to step out. Quiet a few are. Oh dear~, oh dear~. All these Heros! What's a lad to do, huh chucklefuck?

They would like a word.

@nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation @lolottes @babbling-babull

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #minji's writing #the And Find Out Summoning Au #john has trauma related to this EXACT MECHANISM #it is BRANDED into his trauma centers #he will not be forgetting any time soon how to fuck with a Summoning #every SINGLE WAY it can go wrong #he knows it now #he has too

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cacoetheswriting · 4 months

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honesty: the music video

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 2.3k summary: after a long day on set, you can't wait to get it on with your costar.

content warnings: 18+, minors dni: mature themes, literally smut with a minor plot, established relationship, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, praise kink, dom-ish eddie, adult language, heavy use of pet names, mentions of aftercare — if i missed anything in this chapter, pls let me know!

celebrity skin. masterlist <- part of this lil' universe, but can totally be read as a stand-alone. timeline wise, this takes place somewhere after part 3 and before end part 5.

“We want it to be sexy.”

“But not too sexy.”

“Revealing.”

“But not too revealing.”

“Sounds like you guys don’t know what you want,” Eddie chimes in, interrupting the back and forth of your respective teams.

You stifle a giggle.

“That’s ‘cause of the two distinct styles,” someone from your team clarifies, “We wanna be respectful.”

“For sure,” one of the creatives on the Corroded Coffin side agrees. There’s a short pause. “We will have you two kiss at the end, though.”

At that, Eddie smirks. He looks at you from across the table and you could just about melt right there, blood rushing to your face, warming your cheeks.

“That won’t be a problem,” he says confidently and winks.

Honesty was a guaranteed hit. Top of the charts. Everybody that’s been so far involved in the project said it. They praised it. From the bass, drums, to the guitar and vocals. The production value was off the scale. A dream arrangement that would stand the test of time.

All the song needed was a music video equally as captivating.

A back and forth discourse began shortly after you first started recording with the band: whose style should the clip resemble more?

Corroded Coffin screamed all things dark, maybe a little gory. Their usual expression featured slightly melancholy undertones and a lot of references to all things Dungeons & Dragons. Imaginative, for sure. An artistry that had rarely been seen in the genre.

Although it’s been an artistry vastly different from yours.

The glitter hadn’t necessarily been your idea, but it certainly became a signature of sorts. Anything sparkly, always. And music videos that told a story. Most often one of love since that’s what you idolised ever since you were a kid — it obviously helped that love also sold millions of copies.

Eddie’s team argued that it’s the band’s song and you’re just a feature, therefore the accompanying video should lean into their style. Your management team was hesitant to agree. Calculating risk in case the lines get blurred a little too much and your pristine image shifts to the opposite end of the spectrum. Hours of arguments. Hours of negotiations. None of which you, or the rockstar were even mildly aware of. Too lost in each other's eyes and soft cotton sheets.

Eventually, a compromise, of sorts, was found.

Ernest Hemingway’s The Killers influenced, in part, a 1946 film noir of the same title, with Ava Gardner and Burt Lancaster taking the lead. The movie, in turn, inspired the black and white music video.

Done up in flair of the characters, Kitty Collins and Ole Anderson (aka Swede), you recreated iconic scenes alongside the brown-eyed rockstar. The rest of the band was also dressed to the nines. Side characters that played their instruments in the background of main shots. They blended in well, while adding a unique spin to the known story.

Overall, the Honesty shoot quickly became a big spectacle. Bigger than anything Eddie Munson and his band of closest friends has ever been lucky enough to be a part of.

Intricate sets. Glamourous. In front of cameras and bright lights, you and your scene partner, Eddie, mouthed along the lyrics to the song as if they were a script. And with every scene, as if the two of you were the only people actually there, no equipment and no crew, you got lost a tiny bit. Lost in the chocolate of the rockstar’s wide gaze. In the way he smelled. The style of that decade suited the brunette greatly, so you became lost in how he looked in this character. Dapper. Unlike you’ve ever witnessed him before. He committed to the role too. A certain swag in his movements. How he touched you so hesitantly, delicately because that’s what the video required.

By the end of the night, after the director yells, “Cut!” to signalise a wrap, a round of applause for all involved in this project, you’re feeling hot and bothered. Sweaty, though not because you just completed a full day’s work. No. Somehow, you found the Corroded Coffin frontman even more attractive than at the start of that day — something you didn’t think was possible. When you glance in his direction, he’s already staring you down, and you know he feels the same way.

Backstage, inside your trailer, you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch. Fingertips at your lips as you wait for that inevitable knock on your door. You know it’s only a matter of time considering the build up of tension throughout the shoot. From the lingering touches and that kiss the director had you two repeat over and over and over…

Logically, you could wait until the two of you were home. Back at Eddie’s Hidden Hills mansion, away from prying eyes and ears. In a bed that’s become all too familiar. Far from possible interruptions. Logic however, well, right now, logic was taking a back burner ‘cause you needed him now. Desperately. And without a doubt, Eddie needed you too.

A knock. Then again. But the rockstar doesn’t wait for you to answer. He lets himself in.

“What happened to the wig?” You ask, raising a brow.

“It was itchy,” he replies with a slight laugh, then shakes his head. “I much prefer my natural locks.”

“That’s too bad,” you say with a slight shrug, “You looked quite smart with that short hair.”

Eddie hangs his head with a smile, though his eyes don’t leave yours. Not even for a second. That’s when you notice the glimmer. That look, the reason he’s here, just like you predicted. So you return the expression. Only yours is a little more sly. Tempting him. Teasing.

“I had fun today.”.

“Me too.”

There’s a lot that happens in the seconds after you stand up. A lot that happens quickly.

Eddie reaches for your wrist, pulling you closer before wrapping his, for once, ringless hand around yours completely. He presses it to the middle of his chest, holding it against his heart. You can feel it beating and that’s enough to make you melt ‘cause it’s strong and you swear it skips at the contact. His other hand reaches for the base of your throat. He holds it gently, caressing upwards until he’s gripping your jaw.

“Kissing you in front of all those other people kinda got me going,” he admits in a low tone.

Naughty, that’s what you want to say, but you don’t get the chance ‘cause his lips crash into yours. Hungry. Desperate. Rough. Heat rushes through your body at the sudden contact, no different than any other time his mouth found yours. You’re at his mercy, always, and he knows it well.

His tongue glides along your top lip and you part your lips to accept him without hesitation. He wastes no time sliding into your mouth, letting this tongue work in tandem with yours as he tilts his head to further deepen the kiss. The hand holding yours lets go, instead finding home on the small of your back, pushing you as close to him as humanly possible. His other hand lets go of your jaw, albeit not completely. Ghosting along the side of your neck before you feel him wrap it around your throat, squeezing lightly. It’s nothing new for Eddie to be a little rougher with you, but there’s something about this moment, after a full day of moderate teasing and borderline foreplay, that causes a moan to burst through you when he squeezes again, only harder.

The rockstar pulls back, sporting a devilish grin. “Making such pretty noises for me and we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

“Do your worst, Eds.” It’s a dare. Nothing sweet about it.

He smirks at the challenge and before you can register what exactly is happening, Eddie is lifting you up swiftly, hiking up your dress in the process, only to drop you down onto the sofa with a gentle thud. You’re wide-eyed as he unbuckles his belt with one hand, the other tugging at the pantyhose the wardrobe lady had you wear for the last scene of the video. He partially rips them off of you, then he hikes his index finger along the band of your underwear, eagerly pulling them down your legs until they’re wrapped around your ankles, with the reminisce of your stockings.

“The heels stay on,” the rockstar instructs, pushing your legs apart with force and positioning himself in between. All you can do is nod. Half-naked, half in costume. Same as him.

In the space of a heartbeat, his lips are on yours again. This time they don’t stay for long, instead moving downwards towards your chest. When he squeezes your breast through the silk material of your dress, he compliments how fucking good you looked, “I wanted to ravish you the second I saw you, baby.”

You whimper at his words, and at the fact that his now freed cock is gently brushing against your wet folds. Not quite breaching, just teasing you further. Only adding to the overall stimulation.

“God, you’re so fucking hot. So fucking pretty. And all mine.” Eddie’s breathing into your bare chest ‘cause somehow in the moment your dress has slipped down ever so slightly and your tits made an appearance. Fingers from one hand are digging into your hip, holding you in place, while the other has you by the ribs. Thumb brushing your soft skin while his hot mouth is sucking on your hardened nipple.

Your eyes are closed. You’re not sure when you closed them. He’s invading your senses all at once. Just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, when you want to whither and plead for him to touch you where you need him most, Eddie plunges himself into you without warning and your eyes snap open.

“Oh God…” he groans, drawing his hips back only to slam them in again, making your body bounce against him. “Fuck, baby. Jesus.”

You sob in pleasure as Eddie knocks the wind out of you with each relentless thrust, still increasing his speed. Heavy panting and grunting fills the trailer, along with the sounds of where his cock slams against your sweet juices. He’s sitting straight now. Eyes are fixated on the mess you’re both making, where his length disappears in and out of you, while you admire the way his locks fall naturally in place. Although briefly, ‘cause you’re arching your back the next second, rolling your eyes to the back of your head when he hits that sweet spot.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He growls. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all stretched open like this, sweetheart. Your pussy was made for my cock, baby. You take it so well. You take this big dick so well, my good girl. Fucking made for me. Ain’t that right, dollface?”

“Made for you, Eds.” You just about whisper back, nodding your head feverishly.

Slap. His hand makes contact with your thigh and you practically wail. “That’s right,” he praises, “Made for me. So fucking tight for me.” Slap. Slap. Slap.

Eddie’s cock starts to swell. You can feel it expand inside of you, then again when he thrusts back in. It has you heaving. The speed he’s established is close to becoming a little too much for the two of you and he drops his weight slightly, allowing you to wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his bare back. He can sense that you too are close and he’s trying hard to hold back, make this moment last longer, but his body refuses to slow down. Chasing the way your glistening pussy chokes his length.

“Where do you want me baby?”

“Inside,” you croak out. “Cum in me, Eddie. Please. I need you to fill me up.”

“M’mph—” He chokes out, movements growing more and more erratic. The whole trailer is shaking at this point, that’s what it feels like to the two of you anyway. “Everybody out there will know what a good little slut you are. Not that innocent. Wanting me to fill you full of my cum, fuck.”

Slap. Slap. Against your thigh.

“Please, Eddie.”

Slap.

“Shh… I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.” He coos, “Gonna pump you full. Gonna make you see stars while my cum drips out of you.”

That’s when you shatter around him, uncontrollable desperate squeals making him groan louder as he continues. It’s sloppy, messy, and once you’ve completely unravelled underneath him, the rockstar can’t contain himself any longer. He lets out a broken moan as ropes and ropes of his warm spend start to throb into your hole.

His body gives up at the last spur and he drops flat on top of you, although not without a loose kiss placed to your jaw. His cock remains inside of your pussy. You can feel it pulsing until, after a few minutes, it no longer matches the beat of your heart.

Eddie lifts himself then. He kisses you softly and you smile against his mouth. When he eventually slips out and stands, he tells you not to move, that he’ll grab a towel from the small trailer bathroom and will help you get cleaned up.

“Wardrobe is going to kill us,” you call after him, balancing on your elbows as you sit up slowly. “Pretty sure these clothes can never be worn again. Purely for the fact that they reek of sex.”

“At least your wig stayed in place,” Eddie points out lightheartedly when he returns, his pants once again buckled, a towel in his hand. “That’s something the hair and makeup team should be proud of.”

“I’ll be sure to tell them,” you say, meaning it as a joke ‘cause there’s no way you would ever admit to what sins the two of you just committed.

Eddie smirks. “Pretty sure they already know,” he says as if it’s no big deal, “We weren’t exactly quiet, sweetheart.”

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lunamochii · 4 months

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"I have always like to taste your lips.." || xavier x f!reader

cw // smut, dry humping, lots of kissing.

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"Wait-"

"No. More, I want more."

Hands gripping tightly on his hoodie, his hands caressing and pressing on your thighs as he kisses you for the million time. Your mind have become fuzzy now as you get drunk on his kisses. Biting your lower lip his tongue once again slipped inside your mouth.

Xavier lets out a groan and presses his body towards you even more, you're currenly sitting at the counter with your upper body trap between his arms. You tried pushing him but his fast on capturing your lips.

"Xavier! Can't breathe..."

He hums in response and move his lips to your neck as he unbuttons your polo and trail his kisses. He looks up at you and grins seeing how you are a blushing mess. He again came up and starts to kiss you, his other hand rest on your lower back and you felt him grind his bulge to you, making you let out a moan

"Xavier you..."

You said eyeing his growing bulge but he only nibbled to your eyes, you can feel his hands slipping inside your shirt and found it's way to your breast and he starts to fondle me

"I love you.."

He whispered and began kissing you, he began to suck your tongue and then play with it with his own. His fingers pinching your nipple making you flinch, grinding to you he bit your upper lip

"I love you too Xavier.."

He smiles in content before pulling you close and he began to hump into you. His hands left your breast and holds you tight on your waist as you moan his name.

"Didn't know you like dry humping.."

You said and he only laughs softly before planting kisses on your neck that will surely leave a mark

"It's sexy y'know... plus you look so alluring right now.."

He answered his fingers playing with your hair before tugging on it and captured your lips for a passionate kiss before grinding faster and your moans got drown between the kiss you shared as you felt yourself came undone just by him grinding, though you take notice how he grip your waist tight as he freezes and moves away from your lips so he can rest his head on the crook of your neck.

Both of you capturing your breath before the two of you starts to laugh as he embraces you tight.

"Let's go and wash up. Our clothes are dirty now."

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bahrtofane · 4 months

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here we go again - pt.1

pt. 2 , pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again.

word count : 1K+

watch it : mild fluff, heavy on the angst, situationships, toxic relationships, Jude is kinda an ass in this one sorry, not very happy ending

happy valentines day LOL

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you and Jude have a complex history, complex relationship.

you aren't officially together but at the same time you are exclusive. it's odd, but it's what works at the moment, (even if you wish he would just grow the balls to make you his already.)

you get he's a busy guy, top player both club and international. you aren't going to force him to choose you or make him get with you while his career is soon about to peak.

your wishes for more soon fade into the background as he presses gentle kisses into your skin. he called you a few hours prior, wondering if you wanted to keep him company while he binges movies and orders you a pizza. you said yes, maybe a little foolishly. but it's hard to stay away from him.

he's addicting. maybe it's a rush of being with someone whose whole existence is so grand. maybe it's the fact of knowing you have what millions of others crave for. you don't know, you try not to read into the intricacies. bad habit.

so here you are, face pressed up against his chest while you lay side by side on this stupidly large couch, action movie playing, your pizza done, belly full and body warm.

"what are you thinking about love?" he mumbles.

"you." you shrug.

"me ?" he chuckles.

you hum, wiggling deeper into the pile of blankets.

"i've been thinking about you. and us." he confesses, almost shy. the movie playing in front of you has long fizzled out of your attention.

hey might as well rip the band aid off.

"me too," you hum, "why aren't we official again?"

you feel him sigh dramatically, "because my career."

you squint. there goes the same lousy explanation. "you could put more i don't know, thought into us."

he shifts under the blankets , "valentine's day is coming up. dont worry love i have it all planned out." he assures you.

"oh yeah ?" you tease

"just you wait, the best valentine's day ever." he kisses the top of your head soundly.

—--

worst fucking valenties day of your life. you don't remember being more livid a day in your life. you cant remember the last time so much pure rage burned through you, hot enough to hurt. you didn't think it was humanly possible to clench your fist so tight youve dug into your palm hard enough to draw blood.

your head hurts, your legs hurt, you think your arm is starting to bruise from where you were shoved into a table on "accident" but what would Jude know. he was so busy taking pictures with models and laughing at corny jokes while you kept yourself company. texting and calling didnt work and he didn't even try to give you any attention the whole night, you can't keep doing this with him.

"you can't just run off-" Jude shouts from somewhere behind you.

"or what Jude. or fucking what." you seeth, not bothering to face him, storming out into the night.

It's your fault for trusting him all those nights ago. your fault for falling for the same shit over and over.

he sprints to catch up to you, "i don't know why you're being like this."

you stop dead in your tracks, "oh i don't know, let's think. you didn't tell me your escorts would be there. and to top it all fucking off they have to nerve to be on my ass the whole night, not letting me get anywhere near you even through we walked in together?"

he doesn't respond and you half the mind not to punch the shit out of him, walking further away from the club you just came from, heels clanking against the sidewalk so hard it hurts, pulling on your dress so you dont trip and fall. maybe you should let it go so you can fall flat on your face. that would be a better ending to the night than seeing his face. silly stupid you thinking this would work.

"happy fucking valentines day huh Jude. you take me to a damn club, you ignore me the whole night, and you spend all your time surrounded by other women who might as well just suck you off right then and there." you yell, hell if anyone hears. you want them too, you want him to be as humiliated as you feel.

Bellinghams date thrown away the moment you step inside, ignored and tossed for some common whores. oh you can't wait to see where your face ends up online after tonight. you can see the headlines now.

he grabs your arm, making you face him, "love listen-"

"no, you dont get to fucking do that anymore. you cant keep sweet talking your way out of things when you fuck up. why can't you just pretend to care" your voice shakes, you can feel tears brimming in your eyes.

"i'm not trying to talk my way out of it, i'm trying to explain." he tries.

you yank your arm out of his grip, "i'm not listening anymore, im done. all i asked was one day for us, just valentines day to make things work. and you showed me you dont care enough for that."

"please, let me fix this." he pleads.

"its too late."

"i wanted things to work so fucking bad, and you humiliated me Jude. i imagined a nice dinner, hell i would have settled for take out and a few kisses. that's how bad i want things to work, that's how bad i wanted you." you tremble.

"please my darling. let's talk about this. come back inside and i'll show everyone that you are mine," he holds a hand out to you, waiting. silently pleading with each breath he takes.

the street lights dance across his skin as for a moment you almost believe him. for a moment you think about stepping back inside with him. you can't do that to yourself, not again.

"no, iim done. don't follow me, don't call me dont text nothing. i want nothing more to do with you." your firm, final. swallowing the lump that builds in your throat, youd be damned if he sees you cry after this fucking shit show.

he stops in his tracks at this, not bothering to try and stop you.

it hurts more than it should to leave him behind you, but you honest to god can not keep up with his lifestyle.

all those articles and rumors were right you suppose, he's an arrogant stuck up bastard with too much money to know what to do with, too cocky for his own good and destroys anything good that comes his way. you hope he's happy without you.

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