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𝔇𝔒𝔚𝔑𝔗𝔒𝔚𝔑 𝔈𝔓ℑ𝔖𝔒𝔇𝔈 ℑ:
WARNING ⚠️ THE STORY CONTAINS:
Racism
Vulgar language
Racial slurs
Murder
Selling and Usage of illegal drugs and weapons
Abuse
Stalking
MDNI (will be blocked)
CHARACTER BIO:
Kim Ho-Yeon AKA Isis
Age: 17
Race: Korean/African American
Nationality: American
Kim Kai
Age: 21
Race: Korean/African American
Nationality: American
Troy Pierre Johnson AKA T-Ball
Age: 31
Race: Haitian
Nationality: American
Marcus Deville
Age: 38
Race: Haitian
Nationality: American
Ezell Capris AKA Crusher
Age: 28
Race: African American
Nationality: American
Song Mingi
Age: 20
Race: Asian
Nationality: Korean
I never wanted this.
Boots pounding against the cracked pavement, sweat stinging my eyes, breath ragged in my throat. The neon lights of Bourbon Street faded behind me, replaced by the suffocating darkness of New Orleans' forgotten alleys. I clutched the money and drugs tightly in my trembling hands, my knuckles white, the illicit gains of another midnight deal gone wrong. Sirens screamed in the distance, getting closer, louder. My heart raced, my blood pounded, my mind raced with fractured thoughts.
How did I get here? How did my world spiral into this pit of despair?
"Ayo Isis, you got a deal tonight," Troy had told me earlier outside the school, sliding a bundle of cash and a package of dope across the hood of the car. His eyes held that predatory glint, a look of hunger and power masked by false camaraderie. "Midnight, same spot. Don't be late."
I wasn't late. I was never late. Not to the deals that ensured some semblance of survival. The cracked facade of life I barely clung to depended on these dangerous exchanges. I'd met Marcus just under the flickering streetlight, the old wrought-iron fence of St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 looming behind us like grim sentinels.
"You got the stuff?" Marcus had asked, voice trembling despite the bravado etched into his thin, haggard face.
Something was off. He was never nervous about a deal. Was he tweakin or feenin? Shit Ion know but imma need this shit to be quick.
"Right here," I replied, still looking at him skeptical, producing the crumpled bag from my jacket pocket. "You got the cash?"
He nodded, eyes darting around nervously. I noticed how his hands shook as he tried to count the money. That’s when the sirens split the night, the red and blue lights flooding the alley in an unholy glare.
“Mother fucka!” I murmured. My hand next to my Glock.
"Freeze! NOPD!" The shout echoed off the bricks, a command more final than any sentence.
Pandemonium.
Marcus had panicked, dropping the cash, his feet slipping on the damp, algae-coated alley stones. The cops were on him in a heartbeat.
"Don't move!" But Marcus moved. He reached inside his jacket—maybe reaching for another baggie, a desperate bluff, who knows? The shot rang out, louder than the blare of sirens. A burst of light, and he crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him like a spreading inkblot. The warmth of his blood hitting my face.
For a moment, my world stood still. Marcus—another body fallen to the streets, another casualty of survival painted in blood. I ran. Don't look back, Isis.
Just run.
“FREEZE!”
The alleyways twisted and turned, a maze of filth and decay. The sirens clung to me like malevolent spirits. I could hear the radios crackle, disembodied voices barking commands and coordinates. The cemetery loomed ahead, its dilapidated gates inviting me into its embrace. Through the iron bars and into its shadowed sanctuary I flew, slipping into an old, musty mausoleum. The door groaned as I forced it shut, and I crouched in the dark, fighting to silence my gasps.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. The sirens faded, and the night swallowed the sounds. Even the cops seemed to respect the cemetery’s morbid peace. Wasn’t tryna risk no evil spirits I guess.
I waited in that cold, narrow space, my senses tuned to every rustle, every whisper of the dead. When at last the silence confirmed my solitude, I crawled back out into the moonlit graveyard. Exhaustion overwhelmed me. I dropped to the ground, feeling the dirt and stones beneath my hands. Tears, bitter and hot, streamed down my face as I hugged my knees to my chest.
"I don't want this," I whispered, voice cracking. The words fell into the night like prayers to a god who had turned away long ago. "I don't want any of this."
But what did I want? Escape? Redemption? My mother always said I was the brightest and will be something.
Damn, I’m sure letting her down.
After a long walk back to my house in a rundown part of town, I finally reached the creaky, paint-chipped door that led to our sanctuary. Or, what passed for one these days. Pushing it open, I found my brothers and the gang sprawled on the ratty couch, the haze of kush smoke choking the cramped room.
Kai, my older brother, was the first to speak. “So, how was the deal?” His voice was calm, too calm for this line of questioning.
“A bust,” I replied, my voice hollow. “Marcus got capped.”
The air in the room seemed to thicken, silence swallowing the words. Their expressions hardened, eyes flickering with barely concealed fear and anger. Troy, NOLA’s biggest pusher, looked up, his jaw set.
“You still got the dope?” His question cut through the tension like a knife.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the baggie and crumpled money, tossing it onto the scarred coffee table. “Yeah, and Marcus’s money. Swiped it while he was getting blasted by the feds.”
A murmur ran through the room. Troy’s face twisted into a sneer. “Damn, Marcus. Shit!” I shouted, slamming my fist against the wooden doorframe. The pain was a minor spark in the inferno raging inside me.
“Fool, Marcus was a basehead and a snitch. Nobody knew about that deal but us. I bet his ass snitched,” Troy said, his eyes narrowing. “Nigga had it coming.”
My anger flared. “Marcus wouldn’t sell us out.”
Troy’s eyes bored into mine, unrelenting. “Then who did, Isis?”
I had no answer. I paced the room, frustration boiling over. “As long as we got the dope, we’re good. So chill bitch.” He took a puff of his blunt. “Why worry about Marcus’s dead ass? Another worthless nigga dead.”
But the weight of my earlier words, "I don't wanna do this shit anymore," hung in the air. Frustration coursed through me like a poison. “I’m tired of this, Troy. Every day I’m out here risking my life, and for what? We’re still in the same bullshit! This isn’t getting us anywhere!”
Troy stood up, slamming his fist into the wall beside my head. “Bitch you ain’t getting out until when I say you can. I took you and your brothers in after ya moms died. I say what it’s gonna be, aight?”
I shoved him back, fury overriding fear. “And one is dead! So clearly, the dope game ain’t it, Troy, nigga the rest of us still in the trenches while you out living the good life!”
I stormed out, slamming the door behind me, the sound echoing in the tight alleyways. Tears blurred my vision as I wandered the darkened streets, seeking solace in the shadows. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me back to the here and now. It was a text from Kai: “Yo man you gotta chill. Troy only has your best interest.”
I snapped the phone shut, anger and helplessness intertwining. Deep in my heart, I knew he was wrong. Troy’s “interest” was a leash around our necks, tightening with each passing day.
“Nigga, Troy ain’t even got the best interest for his damn self. Ion know why you still believe his bullshit. We ain’t getting rich. We ain’t leaving the hood.”
Closing my phone, I just took a deep breath.
I continued to walk, the oppressive night swallowing me.
Gangbangers loitered on corners, bottles and burners in hand.
Homeless baseheads strung out on fent and rock, begging for money to get more dope.
Hoes on the corner selling pussy just to survive these trenches.
We all broken statues in the bleak cityscape.
“I gotta get out of this,” I whispered to myself, voicing the secret I had harbored for months. Memories of my mother, Kim Hanuel, flooded back.
Mom was a Korean immigrant, a resilient woman who fought tooth and nail to give us a chance. She raised three children on her own amidst the unforgiving ghettos of New Orleans, working endless hours cleaning offices and houses, always with a gentle but determined smile. Dad was a ghost, a deadbeat who ran with gangs, chasing dreams of a quick and dirty come-up only to vanish without a trace.
That deadbeat ass nigga. Knocking up my moms, a naive woman who wanted love in all the wrong places.
I imagined her despair if she could see us now—Kai deep in the game, Minho a casualty in a senseless drive-by, and me; a straight-A student and peak athlete and here I am, slangin and bangin.
Fucked up turn of events.
I look around and see the surroundings more. Shaking my head.
The ghetto.
Every tired step, every weary breath, reminded me of where I was born and raised, surrounded by shadows and despair. This life was a landscape of crumbling buildings, flickering streetlights, and alleyways littered with forgotten souls.
I walked forward, hyper-aware of my surroundings yet lost in my thoughts. Top of my class in high school, an exceptional athlete with dreams once so bright, now tarnished by nights like this, running from the law, clinging to survival. At seventeen, I found myself risking everything, bound to a gang I never chose but was forced into. My mother hadn’t died for this; her sacrifices were not meant to be repaid in blood and betrayal.
Passing through the maze of tombstones, I found myself at the Lafayette Cemetery, an abandoned part where the forgotten were laid to rest. Onto the cold stone of a nameless tomb, I lowered myself, fatigue settling deep in my bones.
“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” I whispered to the silent grave. “I promise I’ll be respectful.”
I let my head fall into my hands, the weight of everything crashing down on me. The memories played in my mind like a cursed film reel. Twelve years old, timid but desperate, selling my first dime bag to a shady man who smirked at my fear. By fourteen, hardened by necessity, I was pulling triggers in drive-bys I had no choice but to participate in. Killing 2 rival gang members in the process.
Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty, falling into the earth below me. I sobbed, an animalistic release of years of pain and hopelessness.
Finally, when my tears dried up, leaving only a dull ache in their wake, I stood and wandered deeper into the cemetery. As I moved quietly through the darkness, voices reached my ears, sharp and urgent. I ducked behind a statue, straining to hear. They were speaking Korean. My heart skipped a beat, the familiar cadence of my mother’s tongue pulling me back to her memory.
“Sir, we know Troy Johnson is in this city,” one of the men said.
My eyes widened.
“Good, we should ask some locals. He does owe us a lot of money,” another voice replied.
I held my breath, listening intently.
“Find him and finish him off. He has scammed us long enough.”
The blood drained from my face. These men were serious and they were coming for Troy. Without another thought, I broke into a run, sprinting back through the cemetery, out into the streets, and towards home. Panic fueled my steps, the dark cityscape blurring around me as I flew past graffiti-stained walls, darting through alleys and across deserted roadways.
I burst through the door of our house, out of breath, eyes wild. The room fell silent as everyone looked up.
“Where’s Troy?” I demanded, my voice tinged with both fear and resolve.
Kai, leaning against the wall with a cigarette, flicked ashes into a dirty tray. “What’s going on, Ho-Yeon?” he asked, using my birth name, a sign he knew this was serious.
“I need to know where he is, Kai. Now!” My eyes locked onto his, burning with urgency.
“He went to see Danny about an hour ago,” Kai said, concern creasing his brow. “Da fuck goin on?”
“Korean m’fuckas are after him. Saying Troy scammed them.”
The color from Kai’s face flushed. “Koreans? Where you see them?”
“Lafayette.”
“Did they see you?”
I shook my head.
“You sure they Korean?”
“I’m positive. They were speaking Korean—Mom’s dialect, I heard and understood everything.” I could see the fear creeping into his stoic mask. “We need to find him. Now.”
Kai bit his nail, “Kai, who are they?” I asked in panic trying to call Troy.
*The number you reached is unavailable, please call again later.*
Kai remained silent.
I looked at him, confused. “Kai! WHO ARE THEY?!”
“I don’t know! We need to find his dumbass!”
Kai’s face hardened, and he started dialing Troy’s number. Voicemail. Again and again. I did the same, praying to hear his voice. Nothing.
“Call Danny,” Kai ordered. But even Danny’s phone kept going to voicemail.
Kai turned to the others in the room. “Start calling everyone. Now.”
The first to answer was Crusher, an OG who commanded respect just by entering the room. “‘Sup, why y’all m’fuckas blowin’ up my phone?”
“Some Korean folk looking to take out Troy,” Kai said, voice tight with urgency.
“Maaaan, what!? Hell nah cuh, Where he at?” Crusher’s deep husky voice lost its usual coolness, replaced by a sharp edge.
“He’s with Danny, but Danny ain’t answering either!” I cut in, panic surging.
Crusher sounded nervous, something I’d never heard before. “Shit, They prolly at She She’s. We on it.”
Kai nodded, then turned to me. “Crush, get errbody. Meet us at She She’s,” he said.
I raced upstairs, grabbing my uzis and strapping them to my waist. Tearing apart my closet I pulled out a shotgun. I was preparing for war because, at this rate, that’s exactly what it was.
A war I didn’t want to be in, but fuck it, if Troy dies, we all die.
Downstairs, I grabbed my helmet and the keys to my Kawasaki Ninja—a gift from Kai when I made the track team. “Kai, take them and head to the club. I’m right behind.”
He nodded, grim but resolute. The men in the house were a small army, ready for anything. And they had to be.
The bike roared to life, vibrating beneath me as I tore through the streets, the gritty city blurring around me. My heart pounded as I navigated the familiar paths, dodging cars and pedestrians, racing toward She She’s.
The strip club was located on the outskirts of the city limits.
A desolate area with a massive booty club on a dirt and gravel road.
I arrived to see Troy’s G-Wagon parked outside. Crusher was right, he was here. Music thumped from inside the club, a pounding rhythm that matched my racing heart. I couldn’t get in—underage—but I patrolled the perimeter, scanning for any sign of danger.
Moments later, twenty cars rolled up, Crusher and the rest of the crew spilling out like an unstoppable force. I sprinted to Crusher, my boots crunching on the gravel.
“So who we lookin’ for?” he asked, his imposing figure dwarfing mine.
“I couldn’t make out faces, but they’re dressed in suits and they’re Korean.”
“Mmm. Aight, good enough. AYO, listen up!” Crusher's voice boomed. “We lookin’ for some chink mu’fuckas. Y’all know what to do. They roll up, blast them fools!”
I nodded and ran around back to make sure the Koreans wouldn’t infiltrate the back.
Making my way around to the back of the club, I crouched behind a rusted dumpster, eyes scanning the alley for any sign of the Koreans. The distant mumble of my gang’s voices drifted through the deep night, almost comforting. I allowed myself a moment to catch my breath.
Then it all happened so fast.
The sound of cars zooming into the pavement, the sound of doors slamming and the Korean language.
My heart dropped.
The air around me exploded with a symphony of chaos—shouts, screams, and the deafening barrage of gunfire. It echoed through the narrow alley like a war zone. My heart leaped to my throat as I bolted toward the front, instincts taking over.
My hand on one of the uzis, ready to battle. Rounding the corner, I collided with Kai. His eyes widened in horror as he reached out to steady me, thrusting a set of keys and a crumpled sheet of paper into my hand.
“Go to this address, NOW!” he shouted over the cacophony.
“Kai, what is this?!” I yelled back, adrenaline spiking through me.
His face was a mask of urgency, lines etched deep from worry. “I’ll explain it all later, just go! I ain’t losing another sibling.” He glanced over his shoulder where Benzes, BMWs, and Hummers swarmed the street, Korean men in suits exchanging gunfire with our gang. I peeked, my breath catching as I took in the full scope of the chaos—a war zone right in the desolate bayou.
“Kai... come back in one piece,” I said, voice breaking, wrapping him in a quick hug.
“I will. Now go!” he urged, pushing me away and into motion.
My legs propelled me back through the alley, towards the now dirt-encrusted bike parked behind the club. The engine roared to life, a welcome sound amidst the madness.
I sped off passing the battle before me, I saw men I grew to love as brothers lying lifeless on the ground. I see Kai and Crusher reloading guns and firing. Tears began to weld in my eyes. Before I could get away;
It was all in slow motion…
As I began to tear down the street, I caught sight of a tall, young blonde Korean man standing at the edge of the fray. His eyes locked onto mine, a cold, calculating gaze that followed me until I was out of sight. Who was he?
I raced through the city, the landscape blurring past me as thoughts buzzed in my head. What was this address? Why had Kai sent me here? The GPS guided me to Algiers Point, guiding me to a neighborhood that felt worlds away from the grimy streets of my reality. I pulled up to a large, well-kept house with neatly trimmed hedges and a spacious porch. This couldn’t be right.
Doubt gnawed at me, but I dismounted the bike, climbing the few steps to the front door. The keys fit perfectly, and the door swung open to reveal a beautifully furnished home. The inside was modern and tasteful, with dark wood floors and high ceilings. My footsteps echoed in the eerie silence, a stark contrast to the bedlam from which I had just fled.
Photos lined the mantelpiece over a fireplace. I stared, recognizing faces. My family. Our chaotic, battered, endearing family, immortalized in frames that seemed out of place here.
“Whose house is this?” I whispered aloud, a sense of unreality creeping over me.
As I wandered deeper into the house, my fingers grazed the photographs lining the walls. Mom, Minho, Kai and I; our whole family at a long-forgotten barbecue, candid shots of laughter and love. Tears pricked my eyes. This didn’t make sense.
Curiosity drove me up the staircase, each step. Photos of our family members lined the walls. Photos of my grandparents and baby photos of my siblings and I, neatly displayed along the white walls.
I went into a bedroom. The room was simple but nice. I sat on the bed. Looking over I seen a letter:
**"Ho-Yeon aka Isis,"** it began. The handwriting was unmistakably Kai’s, familiar and raw.
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**"For a while now, prolly 6 years or so, I had this house. Mom left it for us. It was our 'we made it out the hood' gift. Right before she was killed, she gave me the key and told me to get you after school to surprise you. But fuck all the past and sad shit. If you're reading this, it means I ain’t make it out the gutter and I’m prolly shot up and chillin' in a freezer at the morgue downtown."**
Tears streamed down my cheeks, my breath catching in my throat.
**"You ain’t like the rest of these niggas or me. You got something to live for. You’re smart, beautiful and talented. I’m sorry I dragged you into this shit in the first place. Finish high school, go to college, find a nice career and stay the hell away from the hood. I know Troy got eyes all over this m’fucka but I ain’t letting Troy fuck yo life up anymore. I got plans for that nigga if I do make it. I can’t say too much but that nigga a traitor. Anyways I love you...
—Kai"**
I clutched the letter to my chest, the paper crumpling in my trembling hands. The words sank deep into my heart, carving out an emptiness I didn’t think I could feel anymore. I whispered, "Lord, if you’re real, please protect Kai."
Exhausted, my body gave in, and I slumped onto the bed, drifting into a restless sleep filled with shadows and uncertainty.
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Morning came too soon, the alarm blaring me back to reality. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden hues across the room. I looked at my phone; there were texts from Troy, causing my heart to seize with dread. I opened them, **"Meet up at the spot after school."**
I rolled my eyes but couldn't ignore the gnawing anxiety that followed. Heart hammering, I dialed Kai's number. One ring, two rings—it felt like an eternity.
**"H-hello?"**
Relief washed over me. "You're okay," I breathed.
**“Yeah, I'm good. Aye, look, I’ll call you later, okay? Go to school. You got clothes in the closet."**
"Kai," I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper, "thank you."
**"I love you, Ho-Yeon. I told you, I'll never let you down."** he said in Korean.
He hung up, leaving me clutching the phone to my chest. I needed that shower more than ever, washing away the grime of the previous night—water mingling with tears as the blonde man's face continued to haunt me. His cold dark eyes staring into my soul. My body shuttered.
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Driving to school felt surreal. I parked, and as I walked in, the murmurs and whispers among the students surrounded me.
"Yo Isis! Did you hear about that wild ass shooting at She She’s last night? Looks like T-Ball’s gang got blasted by some mafia fools," James called out.
“Really? Damn,” I played it off, trying to mask the turmoil boiling inside me.
"T-Ball made it out,” his voice trailed off I could see in his eyes he was thinking of something else, “but..”
“But?” I repeated.
“Crusher ain’t make it.”
My world shattered. Crusher was the unconventional father figure I had. He made sure me and the brothers was good. Yeah he was a killer and a pusher but he loved us as if we were his own.
I bit my lip, trying not to cry.
James continued, “they said they finna hold a service for him next Saturday. You goin?”
I nodded. “Yeah, aye, imma get to class.”
Crusher. Damn… Troy gotta pay for this shit.
Sitting in class, my usual focus drowned in an ocean of fear and uncertainty, I stared blankly at the pages of my textbook. Words floated in front of my eyes, meaningless, as my mind spiraled back to last night. Thoughts of Crusher, Troy, and the violence that seemed to cling to me like a second skin kept replaying in my head. Who else had to die for Troy’s nonsense?
The bell rang, pulling me into the present, and I winced. Lunch was over and I had kept myself distant, avoiding the usual chatter and laughter of my classmates. It was time for Advanced English, a class I usually loved, but today I doubted I’d absorb a thing. My thoughts were scattered like leaves in the wind.
As I walked into the classroom, I chose a seat by the window. Maybe the view would distract me from the relentless storm brewing inside my mind. But what I saw outside only invited a new kind of anxiety.
Parked just outside the fence of the school was the same black Mercedes Benz from last night. My heart dropped into my stomach. The Korean mafia. I lay my head down on the desk, peeking through the window, hoping I was wrong, hoping I was imagining things.
The tall blonde man stepped out of the car, scanning the schoolyard with cold, calculating eyes. I recognized him immediately. He looked up at the building, and I prayed he wouldn’t see me. For what felt like an eternity, he stood there, his gaze sweeping across the windows. My breath hitched, my body shaking with fear like never before. Yet, by some miracle, he didn’t notice me. He got back into the car and drove off.
For the first time in a long time, I felt genuine, paralyzing fear. They’re after me.
With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and texted Kai.
“Kai, those Korean mafia men are outside the school.”
Not even seconds later, he texted back, “WHAT?! Are you sure?”
“It was the tall blonde.”
“Fuck, I’ll let Troy know. Don’t leave the building until I say so.”
“👍” I texted back.
Two more hours of school. Then I had track practice. Just get through the day, I told myself. Just get through it.
After school, I headed to the track coach’s office, hoping to excuse myself from practice.
“Heeey Mr. Kennedy, I’m not feeling too well, I can’t do practice today. Is it cool if I miss out?” I tried to keep my voice steady, casual.
Mr. Kennedy looked up at me, his eyes skeptical. “Now why should I believe that? You look fine.”
“I–I got a real bad stomach ache. Please?” I pleaded, my fear bubbling just beneath the surface.
He wasn’t buying it. “You must think I’m boo-boo the fool? Go get ready for practice.”
My heart sank. I couldn’t afford to be on that track, out in the open. “Mr. Kennedy, please, it’s really bad. I promise I’ll make up for it next time.”
He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “You’ve never missed a practice without a good reason, Kim. What’s really going on?”
The room felt smaller, the walls closing in as I struggled to keep my composure. How could I explain without giving away too much? “I just… I don’t feel safe today.” It was the closest to the truth I could get without spreading panic.
Mr. Kennedy’s expression softened a fraction. “Safe? Kim, if something’s going on, you need to let someone know. The school can help.”
I shook my head, feeling the weight of secrets and lies pressing down on me. “I can handle it, Mr. Kennedy.”
He sat on the edge of his desk. “Ho-Yeon. Now don’t think I don’t know about what you do.” I looked up at him. “Now I understand because I was in the same position as you as a youngin’, poppin fools and chasing a bag. But I know you, you ain’t like Kai or Minho. You got a good head on ya shoulder na’ girl. So what’s going on.”
I was hesitant, but I told him everything.
“Korean mafia? Whooo T-Ball fucked up big time.” He said rubbing his temples. “Always some dumb nigga who get a lil bit of money and then fuck up and make the worst kind of enemies.”
“So can I please miss today?”
“Yeah. You stay in the office and I’ll take you home.”
I got up and hugged him. “Thank you.”
Two hours went by. My anxiety through the roof. My phone blowing up nonstop.
Kai FaceTimed, “hello?”
“Hey, Troy said to stay low and go stay at Lisa’s house.” He turned to see if anyone was listening on, he quickly switched to Korean, “look, I called Lisa and she said she’ll cover for you. Troy don’t know about the house, so go there and lay low. I’ll be there when I can.”
I nodded, he hung up.
The sun began to set. My leg bouncing nonstop.
Mr. Kennedy came in. “Alright let’s go.”
Mr. Kennedy took me to my new home. “Damn I see trappin got you out huh?” He said looking at the window of my house. “Please don’t mention this home to anyone,” I begged.
“Of course,” he replied with a reassuring nod.
I got out of the car and ran inside, locking all the doors and closing the windows. Fear and anxiety coursed through my body, making my hands shake as I double-checked each lock. It wasn’t until I’d walked through every room that I allowed myself to relax, if only a little.
Each day was the same, run home, hide and wait for Kai. Kai never came. He could only message me. In this big house, what could have been moms, Minho, Kai and me… is just me. Lonely. As much as I’m glad I’m not selling and away from Troy, I miss the homies. This shit is depressing.
Another long ass day of school and practice. It was dark by the time I got in. Nerves been calm since I didn’t see or feel threatened anymore.
Thirsty, going into the spacious kitchen. I pulled a glass from the cabinet.
As I reached for a glass, a cool, gloved hand suddenly clamped over my mouth, and another hand gripped my body tightly. Panic set in as I struggled against the larger intruder, instinctively stomping on their foot and jabbing my elbow into their ribs. I broke free and ran for my bedroom, needing to grab my Glock.
Screaming help was useless. This house easily swallowed my screams and pleas. As I made it to my bedroom, my body froze.
I stood in front of the doorway, heart pounding. There he was, the blonde man was sitting on my bed, smiling. Dressed in a fitted black suit with a white button down shirt and loafers. He was imposing, with a presence that sucked the air out of the room.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” he said, his voice deep and husky, his eyes predatory and cold.
My body trembled. “A-annyeonghaseyo,” I stammered back, my voice barely audible.
He smiled wider. “I’m Song Mingi. And you must be one of Troy Johnson’s lapdogs.”
My eyes widened in fear as the realization of who he was set in. “L-look man, I just sell drugs that he gives me and—”
“Yes, the drugs he gives you belongs to me. You see, Mr. Johnson steals from me and makes beautiful girls like you sell for his own gain.” His thick Korean accent made each word slice through the air.
“I-I truly had no idea,” I pleaded, my voice choking on the lump of terror sitting in my throat.
He patted the bed beside him. “Come sit, no need to be scared of me. I’m not here to hurt you, unless you give me a reason to.” There was a dangerous glint in his eye that made the blood in my veins run cold.
I shook, rooted to the spot. “M-mmh, imma stand right here.” His eyes darkened, and his voice dropped an octave. “I do not like to ask twice. Sit.”
I nodded frantically and sat beside him, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my legs felt like they were made of lead.
“Good,” he said, his tone softer but no less menacing. “Now, let’s talk business.” He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a sleek silver knife, its blade reflecting the moonlight that filled the dark room.
“What—what do you want from me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I need your help, Isis,or better yet, Kim Ho-Yeon” he said, twirling the knife between his fingers with practiced ease. “You have access to places and people I need information about, including Troy Johnson.”
“But why me?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes.
“Because you’re already in the game. And whether you like it or not, you’re valuable to me and I been watching you for a long time now,” he replied coolly. “Help me, and you might just walk away from this unscathed. And I’ll even make you an offer, you’ll be a rich woman.”
My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of his words pressing down on me. “What do you need me to do?”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. His hand on my thigh, “I need you to find out where Troy is hiding my product and who else he’s working with. You do that, and I’ll make sure Troy pays for what he’s done.”
Something in his tone promised violence, and the thought of being caught between two dangerous men made me feel sick. “And if I refuse?”
His smile returned, but it was colder than before. “Refusing would be very unwise.”
He sat up, “I’ll give you until tomorrow morning to think it over.” He walks out the bedroom door, “also, happy early birthday.”
“H-how did you kn-“
“I know everything about you.”
My mind running circles. Confused, scared, lost. My mind went to Kai.
“Wait, what about Kai?”
He turns, “Ah yes, your brother… all depends on him. He already is aware Troy is not to be trusted. Just he needs a little push, he’s brainwashed at the moment.”
“Song Mingi!” I called out.
“You can call me just Mingi, beautiful.”
I shuttered, “I- I mean how can I know for sure I’ll be safe if I turn against Troy.”
He smiles, he walks over to the bed. His large soft hand brushes my face. “You’ll see, as I said you have until tomorrow morning. Make the right choice.” His plump lips kissed my cheek. A soft gentle kiss and made my face turn red. He chuckled at my reaction. “Cute.”
Finally alone my mind is racing.
I had to choose between my life if I say no. Or betraying Troy and the rest of the gang. Either way it’s a death sentence. Was Mingi telling the truth. His body language tells me he was not lying.
But who knows.
I want out of this shit.
The next morning:
I woke up from a shitty slumber and saw my phone vibrating, the number was unknown, “hello?”
“Good morning my beautiful Ho-Yeon. Have we made a decision?”
I looked back at how Troy did us, had us in some ran down trap house, selling bricks for him and only giving us chump change in return while he drove off in a G-Wagon and had it all. How he left Minho to die on the streets, how Crusher died for his selfish gain. How all these street niggas bow down to him because he got it and they want what he has. The fantasy he painted for them. ‘Hood rich’… And then how moms died trying to protect us from him…
Nah, he gotta go.
Troy is the real enemy.
Troy is my enemy.
“I’m in.”
“I knew you’d make the right choice.”
Concrete:
An Reader x San Angst Drabble:
Warning: Minor language, unprotected sex. MDNI
The drive over to San’s house felt like the longest journey of my life. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles white, as if it could somehow anchor me to my decision. Tears dripped steadily from my eyes, blurring my vision, but I didn’t care. I was resolute, my mind set on ending this toxic cycle. San wasn’t the man I fell in love with anymore—his once loving and affectionate demeanor now replaced by coldness, harshness, and dismissal.
A flashback from last week replayed in my mind, a scene that solidified my decision:
“Why can’t you tell me what’s going on, San? We’re supposed to be there for each other. You keep shutting me out!” I had pleaded, my voice breaking.
“Just shut the hell up and fucking leave already. Your constant nagging isn’t helping shit but making me more stressed. I’ve got enough shit on my plate—the last thing I need is some nagging bitch up my ass all the time!” he had snapped back, throwing a vase against the wall, shattering it on impact. His words cutting deep.
The memory stung, and I bit my lip to keep from breaking down completely. I didn’t believe in text breakups; I owed it to myself and to him to say this face-to-face. Pulling into the gated driveway. I looked up through the glass window. He was pacing around, biting his nail, lost in thought. For a moment, something inside me softened. I shook my head, reminding myself why I was here.
I exited the car, anxiously making my way to the front door. Turning the doorknob my heart pounded.
Was this right?
Did I have the courage to face him?
How will he take it?
My the click of my heels on the marble floor echoing through the mansion's entrance. My fingers traced the smooth banister of the staircase as my heart pounded in my chest. San looked up as I approached, his eyes swollen and red.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice a mere whisper.
“San,” I replied, my own voice trembling. “We need to talk.”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “You’re done with me.”
“That’s correct. I didn’t think you deserved a text,” I said, my tone firm despite the tears threatening to spill over.
His voice was shaky, his eyes filled with unshed tears. “What can I do to fix this?”
I bit my lip, looking away to compose myself. “San, you can’t fix it. I’ve made up my mind. I need something concrete, something real. Lately, you’ve been avoiding me, acting different. You’re not the same man I fell in love with. You’ve become so cold to me. I can’t do this anymore.”
He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, his tears finally broke free, streaming down his face. He reached out, trying to touch my hand, but I pulled away.
“I’ll always love you, but you can’t hurt me like this anymore. I can’t allow it,” I said, my voice breaking.
I turned to leave, but San got up and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight. “Y/N, baby, please. I’m so sorry. Please, I can’t be without you,” he begged, his voice raw with desperation.
Tears fell from my eyes as I looked up at him. “I-I’m sorry,” I choked out, struggling to unlock his hands from my waist. His grip only tightened.
“Please, Y/N. I’ll change, I promise. Just don’t leave me,” he cried, his voice cracking with anguish.
I closed my eyes, the pain in his voice cutting through me. “San, you’ve had so many chances. I can’t keep breaking my own heart for you.”
He loosened his grip slightly, enough for me to turn around and face him. “I love you, San. But I need to love myself more right now. I need to heal.”
He nodded slowly, tears still flowing. “I understand,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry for everything.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough. How many times have you said sorry and keep DOING. THE. SAME. SHIT!” I finally snapped.
He sat in silence.
I continued, “it’s like talking to a brick wall sometimes. Fucking concrete. Doesn’t penetrate. Getting through to you feels like a burden and I’m so goddamn tired of it!”
“Baby-“
“I don’t need this anymore San. I can’t keep hurting myself.”
I leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Goodbye, San,” I whispered, turning away for the last time.
As I walked out of the mansion, the weight of my decision settled over me. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, but I knew it was the right thing. Tears pouring nonstop.
Its over.
Damn it hurts.
As I walked toward my car, each step felt heavier than the last. The weight of my decision pressed down on me, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I fumbled for my keys, tears blurring my vision. Just as I was about to unlock the car, I felt a familiar grip on my arm, pulling me back.
“Y/N, wait,” San’s voice was thick with emotion.
Before I could react, his lips crashed onto mine, desperate and fervent. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against my lips. “I can’t let the woman I love leave me like this.”
I wanted to push him away, to remind myself of all the pain he had caused. But deep down, I couldn’t bear to see him hurt. His kiss was filled with a passion that had been missing for so long, and it stirred something inside me.
San’s lips moved to my neck, trailing kisses that sent shivers down my spine. He slid his hand down the side of my trench coat, exposing my shoulder. “S-San, please stop,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction.
“I hurt you, I betrayed your trust. You have every right to leave. But I can’t allow that.”
He couldn’t stop. It was as if he needed to prove his love, to make me stay. He lifted me onto the hood of my car, his kisses growing more tender and gentle, reminiscent of the San I had fallen in love with.
His hands held my hips, pulling me closer. Our kisses deepened, his tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring, pleading. “Baby, please, one more chance,” he begged between kisses.
I was silent, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. “Please,” he repeated, his voice breaking.
One kiss.
“Baby, please,” he whispered again, his lips brushing mine.
A second kiss.
“I promise I’ll make it right,” he vowed, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a raw sincerity I hadn’t seen in so long.
Another kiss.
My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the love I still felt and the pain he had caused. “One last chance, San,” I gasped for breath, my resolve wavering.
San’s eyes lit up with hope as he lifted me into his arms, carrying me back into the house. Our lips never parted, each kiss a mix of desperation and longing.
As we crossed the threshold, he kicked the door shut behind us. “I swear, Y/N, I’ll make it right. I’ll be the man you fell in love with again,” he promised, his voice filled with determination.
He carried me up the stairs to his bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. His hands were everywhere, rediscovering each curve and contour of my body, as if trying to memorize me all over again.
“San, this doesn’t change everything,” I whispered, my voice shaky.
“I know,” he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. “But I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much I love you.”
His words, combined with his touch, broke down my defenses.
Afterward, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, our breaths mingling. “I’ll show you, Y/N. I’ll prove that I can be the man you deserve,” San whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
I looked into his eyes, seeing the hope and determination there. “I hope so, San. Because this really is your last chance.”
He nodded, pulling me closer. “I won’t waste it,” he promised, his voice filled with conviction.
His hand slowly slid down my body. Pulling away the fabric of the trench coat exposing the stockings I had on.
San's eyes darkened with desire, quickly he got up, immediately tearing off the coat, letting it fall to the floor. The sight of me in nothing but black lace lingerie made his breath hitch. Looking down I could see a tent starting to form in his sweatpants.
Yanking my legs apart, he climbs in between.
His hands slid up my thigh-high stocking-covered legs, sending shivers through my entire body. He began to kiss my stomach, each soft press of his lips causing my back to arch off the bed.
His hands roamed over my body, his touch both gentle and possessive. Positioned cozily between my thighs, he slowly pulled off my panties, the anticipation making my breath quicken. His lips found the spot I desperately needed him to touch, and he began suckling on my sensitive bud. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as his tongue curled around it, the sensation overwhelming.
I gripped the silk bedsheets, my heels digging into the mattress. "Only I can make you feel this way," he groaned into the heat between my legs, his voice filled with a mix of possessiveness and love. His pupils were blown wide as he looked up at me. "Say it," he commanded softly.
I bit my lip, refusing to give in so easily. His response was immediate—he slid two fingers inside me, curving them upwards as he continued his assault on my clit. My cries grew louder, my body trembling with the intensity of his touch. "Say it," he urged again, his voice more insistent.
My only response was a moan, my mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words. His fingers worked faster, each movement bringing me closer to the edge. His tongue moved in tandem, driving me wild. I could feel my climax approaching quickly, the sensation building to an almost unbearable peak.
"SAY. IT!" he demanded, his voice a mix of desperation and command.
"I—I'm yours! Only you can make me feel this way!" I finally cried out, unable to hold back any longer.
San's movements sped up, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony. "F-fuck! San, I'm cumming!" I screamed, the climax hitting me with a force that left me breathless.
He pulled away just as my body began to convulse with pleasure, lifting me up and positioning himself at my entrance. He pushed inside me slowly, filling me completely.
“FUCK!” He groans out, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. Our breaths mingled as he carried me over to the banister of the staircase. I gripped the banister tightly, wrapping my legs around his waist as he began to move.
Each thrust of his dick was filled with love and desperation, a silent promise that he would never let me go. "Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I love you. I’ll make this right, I swear."
His words, combined with the rhythm of his movements, sent waves of pleasure through me. I held onto him, our bodies moving in perfect sync. “B-baby. S-so big.” I cried out.
The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, each touch and kiss a testament to the love we still shared.
“Baby all for you. I fucking love you.” He gasp in my ear.
"San," I moaned, my voice barely a whisper. "I love you too."
His grip on me tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I’ll never let you go," he vowed, his voice filled with emotion.
His thrust became even more sloppy, harder, faster.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore, “GOD! CHOI SAN! I’M CUMMING!” I threw one arm around his neck, pulling his lips onto mine.
His dick pushing even deeper inside. Tongues dancing with each other, lips attached, devouring each other’s moans.
I could feel his dick twitching and convulsing. He’s was so close. One last thrust was all it took.
“Y/N!” He cried out. His nails digging into my flesh. The warm thick ropes of his cum filling me.
As we reached our climax together, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us. In that moment, all the pain and anger melted away, replaced by a love that was stronger than ever.
Still inside he carries me to the bed. Lying together, our bodies entangled.
We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, our breaths slowly returning to normal. San’s eyes met mine, filled with a mix of hope and determination. "I’ll prove it to you, Y/N. I’ll be the man you deserve."
I nodded, my heart filled with a cautious optimism. "I believe you, San. Please don’t let me down."
He kissed me softly, a promise in his touch. "I won’t," he said, his voice steady and sure.
As we lay there, with the future still uncertain, I couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other.
Since I don’t have friends where I live, anyone wanna join my 18+ SKZ/ATZ discord chat?
Edit: https://discord.gg/7mp9gqhJ
Have to give gigi (Yoongi) her cuddles and love before I go to work. The hardest thing about being a pilot is not being able to see my pets daily. (Ignore my battle scars and annoying baby talk voice! Pollen here in DC is a BITCH!!!)
My fur kid (Yoongi) decided today isn’t the day to write more Seonghwa yandere smut, she said cuddles only. 🥺
Yandere ATZ Masterlist
Started: 04/30/24
Last Updated: 05/01/24
Total Works: 1 (ongoing)
Works OTW: 10
Fantasizing about you:
Ateez San Drabble:
Since #San was outing us Atiny for fanfics I decided to use our embarrassment as inspiration. PSA: CHOI SAN… YOU BETTER STAY TF OFF TUMBLR! THIS IS MY SAFESPACE! I don’t need you knowing I’m a whore for you and your other members!!!! 😭😭😭
Choi San, who alone in his dark room, deep into the night… bored. He wants to read something. He goes onto a writers website and types his name. He finds alot of stories but one catches his eye.
Choi San, who clicks on the link. He reads, realizing it’s an explicit fan fiction about him and a fan reader. He feels his body getting hot from the explicit dialogue and plot.
Choi San, who visualizes the reader as the story describes. The way her body wraps around him as they make love. The way she moans his name, “San baby go deeper.”
Choi San, who’s incredibly hard from the smut, begins to palm himself through his black boxers. Envisioning the scene that is written before him. He way he closes his eyes thrusting into his large hand, tightly wrapped his aching cock.
Choi San, who at this point is so deep into the fantasy loses all sense. He’s moaning, panting heavily as he continues on reading. The way the reader climbs on top of him and begins to ride him mercilessly. The way she begs for him to fill her with his hot thick cum. “Baby cum inside me.”
Choi San, who reads aloud his dialogue, “yes baby, I need to fill you so deep.” He begins to stroke faster. “Deeper, please, YES! OH GOD SAN!” The character calls out, closer to her climax. He imagines her voice, hearing it as if she was there with him. San, in the story and in his waking moment is close to climax. His moans fill the room as he strokes his throbbing cock, harder, faster, fantasizing it being the character’s wet aching pussy.
Choi San, who whimpers as the feeling was so intense. The story is close to the end, so he speeds up. “SAN! I-IM CUMMING!” “Me to baby, cum with me, come on baby, I got you.” He whispers as he feels his climax hit. In unison San and the character cum. His cock shoots out hot cum onto his hand and stomach. He comes down from his climax and lays his phone on the side of him.
Choi San, breathing heavily, body covered in a thin layer of sweat closes his eyes, wishing it was real. To feel the warmth of a beautiful woman making passionate love to. The way his fantasies run wild after his orgasm.
Choi San, who begins to make a habit every night to read a story about him and a character to get off when he’s most in need and tense.
Choi San, who won’t ever admit he enjoys the fanfictions as much as his precious Atiny.
It was quick I didn’t wanna make a whole story ✌🏼 This man might be lurking…. 👀👀👀
Hey, Letting everyone know the 18+ Ateez discord is available now! Here’s the link https://discord.gg/wYVSPrah.
Daddy 💝✨🧸🌸:
Lee Felix x Reader Smut Drabble by Jiniretbabii
Warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, babying, fingering, cum eating, creampie, reader has an anal plug. Reader is very petite. READER IS NOT A CHILD!
Home alone all day waiting for your daddy to come home. You been a good girl and following his orders. As a reward he allowed you to play Animal Crossing while he was away at work.
Spending hours playing animal crossing you finally hear the key unlock the front door to your shared apartment. You jump out your chair excited to see you daddy. Skipping to the door to greet him, “Daddy! You’re home!” You said wrapping your small arms around him.
Felix hugs you tightly and lifts you into the air, “my little princess, where you a good girl today? Did you do exactly as I said?” Nodding your head rapidly knocking your oversized baby blue bow out of your hair, you excitedly said “Of course daddy, I wouldn’t ever disobey you!” Setting you down on your tiny feet he softly pats your head. “My good little princess, always good for daddy!” You take him by the hand and lead him to the kitchen. “Daaaaaaddy!” You sang giving him puppy eyes.
Felix chuckled, “yes my baby?” “Baby is hungry!” You said tilting your head to the side.
A large smile came over his face, he loves when you tell him your needs and wants. “What does my baby want? Chicken nuggets?” Pouting your lips and scrunching your nose, you shook your head. “Nope!” “Hmmm… pizza?”
“Nope!”
“Do you want cookies?”
Your eyes lit up, you love when daddy Felix makes you fresh cookies.
Bouncing on your feet, the hem of your very short baby blue lace babydoll moved up and down, slighting exposing your cute ruffle panties. “Yes! Baby wants daddy Felix cookies!”
Letting out a deep chuckle, he leans in and kissed your cheek, “alright alright settle down, you have been good so I’ll bake cookies for you!”
You jumped up and hugged him, Felix kisses your head, “alright go play with your toys while I bake, okay?”
You crossed your arms and pouted, “I don’t wanna play with my toys! I wanna bake with you!”
His smile dropped and raised a brow, “y/n, Daddy says go play, do you want cookies or not?”
Eyes widened, a faint gasp left your lips, you quickly scurried off to do as your daddy tells you.
“My good girl.” He giggled as he got the ingredients ready.
You pulled out your iPad with a bright pink case with your name engraved. Sitting on the floor you began to play subway surfer. From time to time you’ll peek up at your daddy and begin to giggle. ‘Daddy Felix is so handsome.’ You thought.
“Y/n! My little princess the cookies are ready!” He softly sang in his deep tone. You dropped your iPad and skipped to the kitchen.
“Up!” You said smiling holding your tiny arms out. “Baby wants uppies?” “YEP!”
Felix picks your tiny frame and sets you on top of the counter, you cross your legs as the aroma of the cookies fill your nose. Your little panties on display. He picks up a large chocolate chip cookie and hands it to you. “Do you want milk?”
You nod smiling as you take a bite. He grabs the milk from the fridge, then reaches for your baby bottle. He fills the bottle then hands it to you.
Smiling wide he kisses your cheek making you blush. “How is it?” Your big bright eyes gazed into his eyes smiling, “I love them!” His heart melted, “more than me?” Pouting your lips you shook your head, “no, I love daddy more!” You said as you kissed his cheek. “I love You soooooo much!”
“How much?”
You spread your arms wide “thiiiiis much, more than the whoooole wiiiiiide world!”
He grabs you and starts tickling your sides.
You can’t contain your laughter. “No daddy stooooop that tickles!” You begged.
Squeezing you tight he whispers in your ear, “since you love daddy so much show me if you listened to daddy today.”
Your core started to moisten. You gently lifted your babydoll dress and began to remove your panties. You lifted your legs high revealing the task Felix gave you:
To wear your butt plug all day.
A soft moan came from his lips.
“Did you really keep it in all day little princess?”
Getting wetter, you whispered, “yes. I swear I did daddy, I was being a good girl!”
“Really?” He said slowly stroking your wet core.
“I promise!” You gasped
“Mmm, my good little baby. Do you want daddy to give you a reward?”
You began to clench around nothing, his voice and words made you flood.
Slowly nodding your head as you gazed into his eyes.
Felix picks you off the counter and carries you into the pastel pink bedroom. The room, cutely decorated with large stuffed teddy bears and ruffles he laid you on the large plush bed.
You looked into his eyes mouth slightly agape. Felix leans in to kiss you. Your lips met.
Soft, wet, and sweet. His kisses were endless. You fall back into the bed, him slowly climbing on top of your small frame. His hand slid up your babydoll.
“D-Daddy” you moaned into his mouth.
“Yes my little princess.”
“I want daddy to play with me.”
Biting you lower lip, then slowly sucking on it. He moaned as he deepened the kiss.
“How do tou want daddy to play with you?”
“Can I have daddy’s fingers?”
“Where little one use your words?”
“D-down there…. Please.”
Moments later Felix slid two fingers inside your dripping folds. Letting out a loud high pitched moan you arched you back, slowly fucking yourself to his fingers. Moaning deeply into his kisses you felt your body temperature rise. Your daddy began to quicken the pace, causing you to go jump.
“Stay still for daddy, you want to release for daddy correct?” Nodding your head you slid back down onto his fingers. Felix sped his fingers up hitting your most sensitive spot.
“DADDY!” You screamed in pure bliss.
“Yes my baby, you’re taking daddy’s fingers so well! Please release for daddy!” He hushed as he pumped his fingers deeper and faster, curving as he reached your spot. Eyes rolling, lewd moans, back arching you began to clench around his fingers. He knew you where close, his pumps became sloppy. The sounds of your wet cunt gushing echoed, bouncing off the walls. Music to Felix’s ears.
“That’s it, almost there, cmon my baby girl! Cum for daddy!” He groaned.
Your walls pulsated, suffocating Felix’s fingers. “I-IM C-CUM…MING!” You shouted. Riding out your orgasm you fell back into the soft bed. Breathing heavily, body trembling.
Felix smiled, proud to make his baby girl cum.
“Daddy, can I make you cum? Please?” You begged. Felix became harder. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. You knew his answer.
Unbuckling his pants, freeing his thick and lengthy member, you eyes widened, mouth watering.
Taking your tiny hands you gripped his clock and slowly started pumping it. You looked into his face, his eyes locked onto yours. “Be a good girl and taste Daddy.” You obeyed. You wrapped your cherry red lips around his cock. Too big for your small delicate mouth, you still managed to fit it in so well. Slowly sucking Felix’s long girthy member, Felix tosses his head back giving the most lewd moan. “Fuck baby girl, you do it so well. Your small little mouth taking this huge cock so effortlessly. You’re truly my little princess.” You pumped his cock with one hand the other playing with your aching clit.
Bucking into your hand as you played with your little nub, you began to take Felix’s cock deeper into your throat. Gagging, tears forming, you still sucked to please your daddy. You knew you had a bigger reward coming if you did good. You could feel Felix throbbing. You began to deep throat faster. Halting your self pleasure you took both hands and pumped his cock faster as you took his cock faster and deeper down your fragile tiny throat.
“Fuck! How can someone so small take something so fucking big! K-keep doing it like this baby! Faster! I swear daddy will fill this little throat!” You tried your best to go as fast as you can you please your daddy. Tears running down your cheeks, the sound of you gagging mixed harmoniously with Felix’s groans and yelps.
You quickly pulled away catching your breathe, you peering into his eyes, “daddy fuck my face, I can’t go any faster, please fuck baby’s little face and cum down my throat!” You pleaded. Felix eyes went dark, you grabbed your head and slammed his cock deep into your small throat. His speed was so intense, you couldn’t grasp anything but the idea of daddy using your throat for his pleasure. You always wanted to please your daddy and make him happy in every way. His moans became loud it startled you, you began to rapidly rub your clit trying to reach your second orgasm. You could feel Felix throbbing intensely, “fuck… Fuck…. FUCK Y/N I’m cumming! Be good for daddy and drink every drop!” Second later you mouth expanded as Felix fills your mouth with his sweet thick white cum. You did as you were told and drank every drop. Not spilling any. He slowly slides out of your mouth. Your hand still on your clit, cum oozing onto your small fingers as you cam a second time. Both now panting, trying to catch your breathes.
Felix grabs your face, “my good y/n.” He kisses you shoving his tongue into your mouth, tongues dancing and spit spills from both of you mouths. He releases the kiss, a trail of saliva was the only thing that held the kiss together.
You look down realizing his cock was still very hard.
“What position do you want baby in?” You asked in a soft baby like voice.
“Turn around, all fours, I want to see that small little plug clench as I make you cum again.” You did as instructed. The babydoll falling onto your back revealing you soft round ass inside was a small plug with a pink gem heart. Felix shoves his hard aching cock into you wet slit causing you to scream. Felix began to ram his cock sloppily inside you soaking cunt. Wetness sliding all over his cock and dripping onto the pink bedsheets.
“Y-yes daddy! More please baby wants more!” You begged in ecstasy. Felix slams his cock deeper into you causing you to buck forward.
“Yes your tiny pussy is taking Daddy Felix dick so fucking well, so small but keeps sucking me back in… Y/N fuuuuck!”
Your wet cunt clenched hard around Felix, making him go insane. His moans were so loud that you swore the neighbors could hear how he was fucking deep into you. “DADDY! I’m IM SO CLOSE!” You screamed.
“You want daddy to fill you? Huh? Make you a mommy? You won’t be daddy’s little baby if I fill your cunt with my cum!”
“Please daddy fill baby! I wanna be your baby just fill me please!”
He grips your small waist and begins going so fast that you couldn’t even moan anymore, Felix cock was knocking the breathe out of you. You could feel his cock throbbing so hard around your clenching cunt.
“Take it, take it, take daddy’s cum! You’ll forever be my baby girl!”
“Yes! Yes! YEEEEESSSS!” You cried out.
“CUMMING!” You two screaming in unison as you both climaxed together. His cum flossing your walls, painting them white. Both collapsing onto the plush pink sheets. Both out of breathe. Felix stokes your face, pulls you close and holds you in his arms.
“Daddy?”
“Yes my little baby?”
“I love you.”
“Me more.”
Fin 🧸🌸✨💝
