Amber
Teeth to nail, Amber stared blankly at the wall. The nails were different— too wide, too polished, manicured with a coat of disgusting gel. And she dropped them in favour of different lips, nibbling on flesh that was thicker, more solid, prettier in her opinion.
A belt twisted around her now sturdier waist. The leather digging into abs that rippled forth, her muscles obvious because of the lack of a good, heavy dinner. She'd only had a spoonful of the most rancid apple cider vinegar, five almonds and an apple for breakfast. And lunch was what would not make her bloat.
But her mind was not hungry for food.
Months ago, Amber used to have different concerns, worries that involved the wastage of water and electricity. Their sheets were washed almost daily, ruined, and soaked too quickly. And if they didn't want the sheets wet, they'd be mopping up the wet puddles of an orgasm from the floor. The bottom half of her body was always riddled with mouth-shaped bruises. Her pussy just a little sore, her clit a tad less sensitive from too much fucking.
A cross-fit bruise was the lie they'd tell if she sucked on skin that was meant for work; hickeys out of the depths of fabric and into the workspace of makeup artists and stylists that would throw fits at the purples and reds. On MinJae's neck, she'd created a pretty little stamp of teeth and to the cameras her darling had laughed and told the world it was all JieMi's doing.
To prove that point her soulmate had clamped his teeth around MinJae's neck and sucked with the vigour of a crazed boyfriend. There was a little chemistry between the two, was what Amber had admitted with a slow side eyed glance at her lovers. She could see it in them when their cheeks bumped together as they laid kisses on her inner thighs, when their hands touched still sticky with semen. The hot flushes when they looked at each other was always cute.
But whatever, because her seven always had a little chemistry with one another. A trio or a pair that had a tad more love. Amber supposed it took a lot to hold an orgy regularly and genuinely enjoy the nudity of your besties. And sometimes, she'd notice that their hard-ons weren't only just for her, their eyes straying towards other asses and other groins. Their cocks swelling for another's.
But fuck that because nothing was happening now. Nothing.
Her eyes jumped to her soulmates as she leaned against the scaffolding that held up their dreams. Work was an interesting distraction to her needs, and her mind was always running, spinning within success, stress and dance moves. And God, it added to the family dynamic when she was no longer an outsider of work, but a genuine powerful team player.
There was a newfound respect that shone deep in their eyes, a gravitation towards her that they could not deny. It was a change in their once flippant excuses to get her out of idol conversation. They weren't the type to exclude her, of course. But things changed when she understood their work in its entirety. When she wasn't just a happy little fan praying for their everlasting success with barely enough knowledge on performing and music.
Because Amber was now capable of holding conversations that involved singing, dancing and fame, identified problems in their voices, their dancing and their confidence. Only because she'd been inside them, settling deep within the recesses of their minds and picking up the pieces of them that were better.
And that changed a lot of things.
But a nasty mix of work and family wasn't always a good idea, prevented downtime and rest for the mind. And so, she tried her best to prioritise family, shower them with lots of love, taking Rumiko off their hands when they needed her to.
Because she knew what they needed after a full day of bouncing a baby in their arms, panicking, and worrying over a concert. She knew what they wanted to hear when she returned from work, sparkling and so much prettier with makeup and adrenaline pumping through her veins. Amber was exhausted, of course she was. But she knew what they needed, because she knew what she had wanted from them all those months ago.
And she showed it to them, with an odd sense of manipulation when she noticed the understanding reflecting in their eyes. The others were always a little sloppy and a little rude, quick to die on the couch and never resurface. But she was always, always with her arms around the latest man in her body, bone-tired from the hard work of childcare.
'How was your day, my babies?' she'd crooned, kissed Rumiko on the cheek, and then one on their foreheads if they didn't mind the strangeness of being kissed by their own body. 'I missed you so much.'
And to that they'd always go a little teary, a little chirpier. A little broken inside because they wanted to be on stage like the rest. They all did. But they were always quick to dismiss their own problems, told her to worry for herself. But no, fuck no. Because childcare was just as hard, and just as tough. It was a fulltime fucking job. And she would not stand to listen to a dismissive attitude over hard work.
'I'll take the baby,' she'd assured the moment she spotted broken stress in their eyes. 'Take a nice long bath for me, yeah? Eat slowly and play some games? I'll make some noodles for you. Extra spicy with eggs and cheese. Scallions. Spam. Just the way you like it.'
It'd been JieMi that day, JieMi who'd sworn stubbornly that he was fine even though he'd broken three cups, spilled Rumiko's food. And had bathed her three times that day, cranky and upset the entire way. He'd been close to tears, but the others hadn't noticed, far too absorbed in their own exhaustion and stress.
'But, Amber…What about you—′
'Listen to your soulmate,' she'd bumped her hip against his and began to sing to Rumi who'd been enraptured by her the glitter of her new earrings from the concert.
And JieMi had returned later in his own body looking a thousand times better, sheepish as he sat upon the couch leaning his head against her shoulder after an hour to himself. His hands had been busy with a game but every match he began with a kiss to her lip and a whispery compliment. In his eyes, glowed a painful burning heat of need.
And his kisses had grown different with each press of incredibly soft lips. His eyes so lidded with lust he'd almost been panting against her, driven to show her how much he adored her. His eyes were far too honest.
The needy tugs of her hair, the slick heat of his tongue with hers. The glassy daze of dilated pupils, and then cheeks that bumped against hers and refused to part. His nose nuzzling softly against hers through cheeky little smiles. The pink of his tongue darting across his lips as he looked at her dreamy and wistful. The squirm of his hips as his cock swelled so easily when she laughed and dropped her legs into his lap, burning hot under her touch.
His fingers dug into the pliant flesh of her thighs as he used her as a table for his mobile game. And yet he kept on with his caresses, fingers straying further up her inner thighs. Then had stopped his game to focus a beat too long on the space between her legs, sheepishly he'd looked at her. His eyes had darted to the other boys loudly complaining in the other room as they played with their daughter.
They were distracted.
And his brows had furrowed looking like the sweetest, denied bunny, buried his nose into her neck. An inhale of her scent and his hips were gyrating, his groan was a whisper on his tongue. A release of sticky pleasure through his throat.
His dick had been pushing against his sweats, thick and full of blood, digging hot and swollen against the skin behind her knees. A raise of her brow had him faltering. His hips no longer shaking, seeking friction against her skin, seeking release. And he'd drooped visibly, denied and lost, muttering something about the bathroom as he stood to go, adjusting his pants. The bulge so obvious he might as well take off his pants and show it to her, the eye of his dick pointing straight at her face, the slit of it poking against his pants.
She'd stopped him her fingers on his waistband, her soulmate didn't enjoy underwear and that led to a sweet little quiver as cold air dipped down his groin and circled an overly heated cock. With her right hand raised, she'd showed him her palm, then tapped her index finger to her lip. An open mouth had him visibly shuddering, eyes growing so round she swore his soul was bare for her to see.
'Uh,' he'd choked. 'Well…'
'Do I have to spell it out for you?' she'd teased, stuck a tongue crudely to the side of her cheek, made a gesture. The tips of her finger to her thumb—a circle. Then she'd moved it to her lips, feigned a cock wide and thick on her tongue. The flick of her tongue over the fluttering slit. He'd swallowed so loudly, she swore she saw his dick jerk, wetting the grey of his thin sweats.
'N-no,' he'd pushed her away. The waistband snapped against his tummy, he winced. She gave his cock a little pat, a gesture to shoo him away.
'Suit yourself,' she smiled. Her grin growing as she noted the utter devastation that swarmed his features. The hollow looks he gave her as he marched to the bathroom and returned looking not the least bit satisfied despite the lack of swelling between his legs. The story continued with each soulmate, the scenario a little different but always the same funny little expression.
Amber had to say, she did enjoy their suffering a little, filled with a fresh set of masochistic tendencies. Because it was so fucking funny to see Casper so hard and wanting, and yet he'd denied her with a careful kiss.
And to that she'd simply shrugged, told him she'd expected that and pulled out her brand new rabbit vibrator, and her nipple clamps because Casper loved seeing them pinching her. The big, leader and goody-two-shoes rule maker had froze, seemed so fucking lost she'd almost let out a crazed laugh.
'Do you want me to—'
'That defeats the purpose, doesn't it?' she raised a brow, her feet against his ass. She'd tapped it and he'd flinched. 'I'm a big girl, don't actually need you to cum. I've got this and my porn. So get out and close the door for me, please baby?' He'd stared blankly at her, mouth opened and closed. And then went, with a droop of his shoulders. 'Thanks love!' she'd called, the door almost slammed.
Almost.
Amber didn't need to do much to be sexy to her lovers. Just being a good co-parent was sexy enough for them to salivate over her. Their needs were always growing, their breaths quickening, feverish as they burned with sexual frustration and the inability to touch. And suddenly the little touches were enough for them to shiver, the swipe of her thumb against their lips. The shimmy of her ass, brushing just a little on their skin.
It drew them wild.
And even Sieon and MinJae struggled, unable to find a good time to break more rules. Because apparently, they needed a little alcohol in their system before they had the balls to break rules and touch a body they didn't want to. But their hands strayed, and their eyes always filled with so much longing and weight.
And Amber had smirked and laughed at it all with a heavy sigh.
Whatever. She had them wrapped around her little finger.
The no sex rule was a plan for failure from the beginning, and Amber knew that every time she entered the changing room. It was musky, warm with the sweaty goodness of her soulmates' scents perfuming the air. The glisten of naked skin, the ripple of sexy muscle, the laughter that pumped through from the adrenaline.
Admittingly, it had been one of her fantasies, a sweaty sports team locker room fucking.
But the drum of the stage burned through her veins, the aftermath of a good concert screaming in her ears distracting her from her sexual fantasies. She could hear the cries from their fans, could feel the bass thumping across her skin. The overwhelming hum of sound was always coupled with the awareness of being so small and yet so big in the eyes of hundreds and thousands.
Casper's feet were a lot bigger than hers, but she didn't slip as he did, wasn't quite as clumsy as she walked past the racks of clothing to her half naked boys. And their eyes darted to her, moving immediately closer, but she didn't spare them a glance. There was no point in getting her temporary dick hard, and so stoically she ignored their little moves. The pause as they pulled off clothes and stopped for a solid couple of seconds just to see if she were looking.
Idiots.