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Another Love | part 1

Summary: you've been hopelessly in love with Han since you were children. One night you confess your feelings to him.

Words count: 8,539

Warnings for this part: lots of angst, drunk people, drunk Han is petty asf

A/N: So I made that pool asking if I should post this fic in chapters or a 20,000+ words chapter and the long ass chapter won but at the time my mind told me I would be able to finish the whole fic before posting it... Jokes on me I need validation and feedback for me to write so yeah let's do this in chapters, sorry

A/N2: I had this idea for quite some time now but got suddenly inspired listening to the song another love.

You're done. Really, you can't take it anymore. You've known Han Jisung since elementary school, you have been basically joined at the hip since then, your parents even became best friends because of you two.

You don't know exactly when you fell in love with him, was it on your second day at school when he invited you to play with him because he noticed you were all alone? Was it when someone made an awkward joke about your messed up hair cut in second grade and he picked a fight with them? Maybe it was the very first moment you laid eyes on him, joking around with everyone and being the most popular kid in the classroom. You really can't remember, but the thing you're sure of is: Han Jisung doesn't like you back.

You've always known that, but inside you there was a tiny bit of hope that one day he would wake up and suddenly love you back.

That didn't happen though. You are now 23 and he has never ever shown the smallest amount of romantic interest in you.

"That's fine", you thought to yourself, ever since you realized your feelings for him, "I'm going to stay with him his entire life, that doesn't sound so bad"

Until it started to sound really bad. What are you gonna do? See him getting a girlfriend, then getting engaged and eventually married? Would you always be there on the sidelines listening to his lovesick whines about the woman he loves so much? Would you be the godmother to his children? By then, would you have gotten over him already? Or would you keep this up forever, marrying someone just because you can't stay alone and being in love with your best friend for the rest of your life? That was the moment you knew you had to stop, you can't keep this up.

Coincidentally Han broke up with his last girlfriend a few months ago, you thought that would be a good opportunity for you to be his rebound, yeah, pretty dignified of you.

So you dress up really pretty, hair up, a dress that always made Han compliment you and to finish it off—the necklace he gave you on your 12th birthday.

You think this is it, this is the day you're going to tell him how much you love him and maybe, just maybe he will contemplate giving you a chance.

When he arrives at your shared apartment, with two cans of beer and fried chicken, you give him a cheerful greeting, setting the table and trying to gather courage to speak.

"So, how was practice?", you begin, maybe some small talk will help you relax.

"It was good, we are almost done with the album", he says, typing something on his phone. "How was your day?", he asks, putting the device on the table and looking at you.

"Good, I had class in the morning and tutoring in the afternoon", you take a sip of your beer, "one of the mothers actually recommended me to other parents and I'm gonna start tutoring more students next week"

He smiles, "that's good, you're really smart"

You blush, bringing the back of your hands to your face to try and lessen the hot skin of your cheeks with the cold of your hands.

"Actually, I want to talk to you", you start, it's now or never.

"Sure-", Jisung stops mid sentence when his phone buzzes. "Just a minute", he looks at the screen and smiles, your heart sinks at the sight. You know that smile too well, you have seen it dozens of times. You feel your insides turning over. It's the smile meant only for the person he likes.

"Hey, Lia. Yeah, totally, I can talk right now", he picks up the call and once again asks you for a minute lifting his index finger, he walks towards the balcony and closes the glass door after going through it.

He's laughing about something, is she even that funny or is he just trying to win her favor? She's pretty, you know it. All of his girlfriends looked like models. You sigh, looking at yourself and feeling awful, suddenly you don't feel pretty anymore, you actually feel ridiculous.

Why did you think things would change just because you got brave enough to speak up? Jisung sees you as a best friend and nothing more, you have to come to terms with that.

Your mind is rushing, thinking about what you're going to do now? Can you keep being friends with him? Yeah, of course, he's your best friend, you won't end your friendship because you can't control your feelings. But you'll need time, right? You won't be able to get over this unrequited love if you keep seeing him everyday, doing everything with him and sleeping in the same house.

"So, what do you want to talk about?", he asks, sitting again. You didn't even notice he had come back inside.

You sigh, you'll tell him about it all and then you'll find the strength in you to move on.

"I like you", you say so low you're not sure he heard you. But he did, he smiles and chuckles.

"I like you too, we're best friends for a reason", he stretches his arm to take a fried chicken.

"No, I like like you", you admit, hugging yourself, feeling cold suddenly, you look around and see Han left the door to the balcony open. "I've been in love with you since I can remember", you complete.

The look on his face would be funny if it wasn't tragic, his brows are furrowed in confusion and his eyes have a very familiar look: fear. Of course, he's afraid of losing his best friend, you already guessed that much.

"Y/N I-", you notice his breathing quickening. "I'm sorry, I never knew", he says, shoulders slumping, his arms dropping to the side of his body.

"Yeah, I know you didn't", you say. He's still staring at you with so much hurt in his eyes. Jisung knows he will have to turn you down and it's going to hurt him a lot, but not as much as it will hurt you and he never ever wanted to hurt you.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to say", he takes a deep breath, "I never thought about you in that way, I'm really sorry, I don't feel the same"

You're not going to cry, you decided that the moment you saw fear in his eyes. It's not his fault you like him, he can't fall in love with you just because you love him. You're not going to cry and make him feel worse than you can tell he's already feeling. But listening to those words it's worse than you could have expected, you feel like the world is crumbling around you.

"I know you don't", you smile sadly.

He looks more confused now.

"Then, why did you tell me?"

"It's just… I'm done with all this", you reply, getting up from your chair.

"Done with our friendship?" Han can feel all the air leaving his body while he waits for your answer.

You chuckle, fidgeting with your foot.

"No, I don't think I could ever be done with that", you smile trying to reassure him and he feels so relieved. "I can't keep doing this, I can't continue seeing you with other people and stay hurting alone"

"I can stop bringing people to the apartment and I'll never talk about them around you", he says trying to help and your stomach sinks a lot more. Why does he have to be so sweet?

"Actually, I'll need some time", you clear your throat, "I think I'm going to stay with Seungmin for the time being, he is looking for a roommate"

Han's eyes widen and he gets up, walking towards you.

"What are you talking about? Are you going to move out?"

"It's not something definitive, I'm going to stay there until he finds a new roommate and come back after that", you take a step back, noticing how close he is to you. "Luckily by then I'll be over you, I think I just need some personal space for now, where you're not there everytime I look, or your things aren't mixed with mine or your scent isn't around every room"

"Will you still speak to me?", he asks, he wants to hug you, to hold you in his arms and say how sorry he is for not feeling the same. But he knows he can't, the best thing he can do is to keep his distance from you right now.

"I think we should keep it restricted to apartment things for now, I'll keep paying my half of the rent since my things will still be here"

"You don't have to pay if you're not here"

Ever since Jisung started making good money he insisted that you didn't have to pay for rent since you only work part time as a tutor to pay for your living expenses but you always refused. Even though he earns a lot more than you it wouldn't be fair for him to be the only one paying and honestly, you felt that if he was the only one paying for it, you would feel too much like you were a couple.

"No, I'll pay you. This arrangement doesn't change the fact that we still share the apartment"

He nods, looking down, the awkward silence making you sick.

"I'm really sorry I hurt you", he whispers and all the crying you avoided over this whole conversation threatens to come out at that exact moment.

"It's not your fault", you say, "I'm sorry I made things awkward, just give me some time and we'll be back to how things were, okay?", you give him a reassuring smile even though you're not sure things will ever go back to the way it was.

You wake up feeling like shit, you cried your eyes out the moment you stepped into Seungmin's apartment. He was so sweet to you, staying awake until you calmed down and even offered you his room for you to sleep but you refused. He was already doing you a favor by letting you stay on his couch until he found a roommate.

You sit, stretching yourself, you slept pretty comfortably but all the stress from last night left your muscles sore.

"Are you feeling better?", you hear Seungmin's voice and look at the kitchen, he's making coffee. That reminds you of all the days you woke Han up with a nice and hot coffee so he wouldn't be in a bad mood waking up so early.

"I don't think so", you answer, shaking your head like that would make your thoughts disappear. "Can you get me some of that?", you ask and he smiles.

"Already on it", you start tidying up the blanket and the pillow you used.

"What are you going to do today?", Seungmin asks while you sit at the table.

"I have some tutoring to do and class in the afternoon, maybe I'll go shopping with Hannah later"

"That's good, try to keep yourself entertained at least for the next couple of days", he hands you the mug and you nod.

All your friends knew about your crush on Han and you made all of them swear they wouldn't tell him. You were afraid things would be awkward now, since Han was their friend before you met them, but they all showed you support now that you had confessed.

Hannah had offered you to stay with her, but she has a roommate that's really strict about everything in their apartment and you don't want to cause trouble to your friend by staying there. Luckily Seungmin's last roommate had moved a couple of weeks ago and he was looking for someone new, but by the way he's picky that's not going to happen so soon.

"Since I'll be staying here and you won't accept money because I won't be using a room, the groceries will be on me and I won't accept no for an answer", you say finishing your coffee and getting up. Seungmin sighs, rolling his eyes.

"I know you're going to buy it anyway, so I'll accept it"

"Then send me a list of whatever you need and I'll buy it tonight or tomorrow", you blow him a kiss, picking your bag from the floor and heading to the bathroom.

You take a long, hot, refreshing shower and pick some comfortable clothes to go to your tutoring session.

Seungmin's already gone when you go back to the kitchen, there's a message from him on your phone.

Minnie: I left some sliced fruit in the fridge for you, eat before going out.

Minnie: I'll send you the list later btw

You smile, having someone taking care of you is nice. For a second, it makes you forget the reason why you're there to begin with.

You feel like crying again, but you can't show up to your students house with red eyes and a puffy face.

The parents that are near each other usually ask you to teach their children together in longer sessions. That strengthens the bond the kids have while strengthening the connection between the families. That usually happens when the families are wealthy, they see an opportunity in their children's friendship to get on each other's good side.

Your parents started hanging out with Jisung's parents too, not because of connections but because you two were always in each other's houses. Once, you broke your arm falling from a tree you tried to climb following Han, his mother had to call yours and calm her down on the phone the entire time your mother was driving to the hospital to meet you. That day you got scolded by both and after they finished the lecture they looked at each other and smiled, bonding over the fear of something happening to their precious child.

When they went out to buy some coffee and talk, Jisung sat by the side of your hospital bed, lips pouting and tearing up.

"I'm sorry I dared you to follow me all the way up there", he says, taking the hand of your good arm and holding it.

"It's okay, now at least I have an exciting story to tell the others", you say and he smiles, whipping his eyes.

The noise of the gate opening wakes you up from your daydream, you have to stop thinking about Han if you want to get over him.

The kids come running in your direction the moment the housekeeper opens the door.

"Miss Y/N, look I got a 9.5 on my test", the girl smiles brightly showing you the paper with the grade marked in red.

"Woah, Misu, you're so smart, I don't think you even need me anymore", you bend to her height and she pouts, sometimes she acts like a little child when she's already 12.

"Of course I need you, you're the prettiest and smartest person I know", she says and you hear someone clear their throats by the stairs. It's Misu's mother.

"If I didn't agree with her I'd be hurt", she says and you smile.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kim, I only helped a little, Misu's really smart", you say and the girl shows you her white teeth, looking at her mother and waiting for some praise.

"Of course she is", she pats the girl's head. "Eun, aren't you going to say hi to Y/N?"

The boy is a few months younger than Misu but a lot more shy. You saw him coming with her when you arrived but got so engrossed in your conversation that forgot he was there in silence.

"Hello, miss Y/N", he says, polite as ever.

"Hi, Eun, did you get a good grade like Misu?"

He nods, showing you his test with 9.8 marked in red.

"He's smarter than me", Misu pouts.

"Congratulations, Eun", you say, patting his head, making him blush and you smile. "I think you are both really smart and I'm here to help you get even smarter"

Mrs. Kim tells you to go ahead and start the lesson and invites you to stay for lunch. You were pretty lucky with the parents you met till now, all of them were nice to you and cared a great deal about their children so it's a lighthearted job to do.

The kids are indeed smart, usually you don't have to explain the same thing more than twice and they always ask a lot of questions during your time with them.

A week goes by since you last saw Jisung, fortunately he didn't try contacting you. You're sure that if he did you'd break hearing his voice and would beg for him to like you back, giving up on any pride you still have left.

You arrive at school an hour before your classes begin, you're meeting Hannah at the cafe nearby so you can talk a bit.

You look at your phone, there's a message from her saying she's on the bus but the traffic is awful so she might be a little bit late.

You choose a table by the window, contemplating if you should order already or wait till Hannah arrives.

Looking outside, you remember the moment you heard the news that you got into this university. Yours and Jisung's family were at your parents house, you both were seated on the couch when you received the message saying the college entrance results came out. You couldn't type your information, you were trembling so much Han had to do it for you.

When you read your name and the word "accepted" you actually screamed, making your mother drop the plate she had in hands. Your father and Han's came running to see what happened when Jisung showed them the screen.

Your mother and father embraced you, telling how proud they were of you and Jisung's parents did the same, like you were their own daughter.

Jisung wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, spinning you and making you burst out laughing. That moment was so good, you wanted to stay there forever.

"Earth to Y/N", you hear Hanna's voice and snap out of your thoughts, sighing. "Is everything okay?", she asks, worried.

"Yeah, I'm good", you say and she narrows her eyes, knowing you are not telling the truth.

Hannah left it at that though, you are going through a hard time and she doesn't want to push it.

Honestly, she don't expect you to be fine. Your lifelong crush had rejected you and to make things worse he is your best friend, so yeah, of course you are not okay.

"Then, I'm going to order", she drops her bag in the seat in front of you, "your usual?"

You nod, seeing her walk to the cashier. You met Hannah three years ago, when you started college. She's the total opposite of you, really outgoing and a total social butterfly, it seems those are the people you attract seeing how Han is the same.

She sat by your side on the first day, making a random joke and making you laugh, that's how she became your best friend. You didn't even have to tell her about your one sided love, she had to see only one interaction between you and Jisung to know exactly what was going on.

She is the one that urged you to tell him about your feelings and was very adamant about you moving on from him, she couldn't let you waste all your 20's being in love with someone that didn't like you back… or not the way you wanted to.

"So, I heard about a party", Hannah says, putting the pager on the table and sitting in front of you.

"There's like a hundred of those, you have to be more specific", you joke and she rolls her eyes.

"You know that guy from English literature? The one that dyed his hair pink last semester?"

"Yeah, it's kinda hard to forget about him", you laugh.

When Yunho came to school with pink hair a rumor of him becoming an idol started going around, everyone tried to be nice to him and all that shit but it turned out he just lost a bet.

"He's hosting this party in like a really big fancy place to celebrate his graduation", she finishes.

"That's nice", you say, fidgeting with your fingers under the table.

"Hmmm, are we going to go or what?", she asks and you glance at her.

"Were we invited?"

"Ahm, you're hot and I'm hot, why wouldn't we be invited?"

You laugh, knowing what she's doing. Hannah is more sensible than you give her credit for, you really thought she would ask about everything that happened on that night, but instead she has been trying to distract you for the past week and that is really nice of her.

She smiles, seeing you smile. Hannah knows you never give enough credit to yourself, you never think you're pretty enough, funny enough, cool enough or smart enough even though you're those things and much more. She approached you on your first day because there's just something about you, something bright and cheerful. When people are upset, mad or sad you always do your best to make them feel better, so Hannah felt this was her time to cheer you up.

The pager buzzes on the table and she gets up, going to the counter to get your orders.

You look at her coming back with a big grin in her lips, handing you the coffee with a note glued to the cup sleeve.

"To the girl with the yellow cardigan, I see you coming here often and I think you're cute, maybe we can hangout sometime? If you're up to it, text me: xxx xxxx-xxxx"

You blush, looking at the counter and seeing the cutest guy looking at you with flushed cheeks. He's so red you can see it from where you're seated. He smiles waving at you and you wave back.

Hannah has one eyebrow lifted looking at your interaction and you feel your cheeks even hotter.

"So, are you going to text him?", she asks, reading the note and you sigh.

"I don't think so", you say, sipping at your coffee.

"Why not?"

"I don't think it would be fair to someone if I start something with them when I'm still in love with someone else", you answer and Hannah sighs.

"Yeah, you have a point", she pouts, "but like, maybe messing around a little won't hurt? I mean, he's not in love with you or anything, you can talk with each other and see where things go"

Hannah's right and you know it. Even though it's still too soon, you should try meeting new people, you're not going to get over Han just by staying away from him.

This feelings, you have it with you for so long, it's hard to let it go. Loving Han is the only romantic feeling you have ever known, it's scary to walk off of this thing you know so well to something completely new.

You have to, though. It's the only way for your friendship to keep existing. So you nod to Hannah, taking your phone out of your pocket and dialing the number written on the cup, seconds later you're typing a message.

You: Hey, it's the girl in the yellow cardigan, my name is Y/N btw

You send and hear a ping, you thought he would have his phone on silent mode and sudden embarrassment creeps up when you see him taking his phone out of the pocket of his apron.

Cute guy: Hey, I was afraid of making you uncomfortable, so let me apologize first. I just didn't know how to approach you

Cute guy: Ah, and I'm Heeseung

You change the name in his contact before replying.

You: it didn't make me uncomfortable and thank you for calling me cute.

Heeseung: you don't have to thank me for telling the truth.

You giggle, it's interesting to feel like this, even though you can tell it's something temporary.

You: lol, you're really smooth.

"Let's go?", Hannah says, smirking at you and you blush. You nod, picking your things up and getting up from the table, you wave goodbye to Heeseung before going out and he smiles brightly at you.

>><<

The morning after you went away, Han woke up feeling awful, all the things that happened the previous night coming back at him at the same time. He was sure the moment you walked out of the door, giving him your best smile and trying not to cry was the saddest he ever felt in his entire life. You were his best friend, you were everything to him, he felt like shit because he never noticed your feelings. He doesn't know what he would have done if he knew, but maybe he could have been better, talking less about his relationships and especially not bringing his hook ups to the apartment.

He got up, feeling like crying everytime he had to pass by your bedroom door, knowing you were not there and wouldn't be for far too long, all because of him. The bell rings and he runs to the door, hoping it's you, hoping you'll tell him everything was a joke and that you didn't actually like him. Even though he knows you wouldn't press the doorbell since you know the password and he knows the hurt in your eyes when he said he didn't feel the same as you was no joke.

So it was no surprise when he opened the door and found Chan and Changbin there. They did tell him they were going to stop by in the morning to pick him up but with all the things that happened he just forgot about it.

"Are you okay? You look like shit", Changbin says entering the house.

Chan looks at Han, worried.

"Are you sick?", he asks, "where's Y/N?" He knows you wouldn't leave Han alone if he were sick, but you would have shown up already by hearing Changbin's loud voice.

"She's gone", Han says, running his hands through his hair.

"What do you mean?", Chan asks with wide eyes.

"She- she confessed to me and I turned her down", he says, maybe he should have told you he could like you back, that way he wouldn't be feeling this way and you'd still be there with him.

"Shit", Changbin says, his lips pressed in a thin line.

Han looks at the both of them, why don't they look surprised?

"You guys knew about it?" He asks, a little louder than his usual voice and the boys exchange a look. "Woah, thanks for the heads up"

He shouldn't be mad at them, it's not their fault, but he's already too mad at himself so he doesn't know where else to put the blame.

"It was not our place to tell you", Chan says.

"Does everyone know?", Han asks and Changbin nods, "so I was the only one? Am I dumb or something?"

Chan sighs, "it's not really your fault for not knowing, you probably are used to the way Y/N looks and talks to you because you're best friends since you were children, but to the people outside it is pretty clear from the get go that she likes you"

"But where did she go? Are you not friends anymore?", Changbin asks the difficult questions and Chan glares at him.

"She said she will be staying with Seungmin till he finds a roommate and then she's going to come back"

"She probably just needs some time", Chan says, putting a hand on Han's shoulder trying to reassure him, and he really hopes that's the case.

>><<

You've been texting Heeseung for a few days now and he's pretty nice, he's a dance major and works part time at the cafe to pay for living expenses the same as you do with tutoring.

Hannah had convinced you to go to Yunho's party and get wasted, saying you need the college life experience the most now that you had your first heartbreak but you don't want to think about that, you want to forget that you ever loved Han Jisung.

So you drink a whole bottle of wine before leaving for the party, Seungmin's coming with you and Hannah will meet you there. You are looking good, or maybe it's the alcohol that makes you feel good, your hair is down, you're wearing a black lace cropped top you borrowed from Hannah, with a much lower neckline than you are used to, high waisted jeans and black boots.

The party is already crowded when you and Seungmin get there and it's really a fancy place like Hannah told you.

"Let's grab a drink", you yell to Seungmin.

"You should drink water, you're already drunk", he demands and you show your tongue to him.

"Nooooo, don't be a killjoy"

He sighs, it's hard to convince you of something when you're sober, it's even harder when you're drunk.

"You can have a drink after you drink a cup of water", he tells you and you nod, sounds like a win win for you.

After drinking a whole cup of water you show it to him, waiting for a praise and Seungmin rolls his eyes. What are you, a 10 year old?

"Good job, now you can drink", he gives you a cup with something mixed in it, "but you have to drink some water for each drink you take, okay?"

"Okay, dad", you joke, sipping your drink.

Seungmin knows a lot of people at the party and you feel left out every time someone approaches him so you're really happy when Hannah shows up, with a much taller boy accompanying her.

"Look who I found", she says pointing at him.

"Heeseung?", you scream, startling Seungmin who's close to you.

"Jesus, Y/N, calm down", he says putting his hand over his ear, "I'm a singer, I can't lose my hearing", he says and you pout, whining an apology even though you know he's not really mad.

"I didn't know you were gonna be here", Heeseung gets closer to you, side eyeing Seungmin.

"I didn't want to come, Hannah made me", you tell him, "this is Seungmin, he's my friend"

He nods at the boy by your side, relaxing to hear you call Seungmin a friend.

"Hey, Minnie, let's go dance?", Hannah says and Seungmin narrows his eyes suspiciously.

"I don't dance", he answers, crossing his arms and she sighs.

"For fucking sake, just come with me", she says and Seungmin follows her without more questions, he knows too well not to mess with her when she gets angry.

"You look really pretty", Heeseung says, bending a little to lessen the difference in your height. You blush even though it's not as good hearing him saying that as it was when Han complimented you, but you're trying to get over that, aren't you?

"Thanks, you look hot too", you hiccup, you don't have a filter when you're drunk. He smiles, turning around on the table and pouring you a cup of water.

"Drink this, it's going to help", he hands it to you.

"Thank you, you're so sweet and handsome", you yell again but he doesn't flinch like Seungmin did.

"You can't keep saying these kinds of things and not want me to kiss you", he says and you smile, sly.

"Who says I don't want that?", the moment he comprehends what you just said his face reddens, and he thought he was being bold.

"Once you sober up we can talk about that", he tells you and you pout. You wanted to kiss him now, maybe if you did all the hurt you were feeling would go away. Maybe you just needed someone to make you forget about Jisung.

"But I want it now", you cross your arms, behaving like a child that didn't get their way.

"Do you like dancing?", he changes the subject. Your face brightens with his question.

"I LOVE dancing", you show him the choreography to queencard that's playing on the dance floor and he laughs at your messy steps, he's sure you're much better at it while sober.

"Then drink this and let's dance", he hands you another cup of water.

"Seungmin told me I could have a drink after a cup of water, but this makes two cups of water and no drink", you point out and Heeseung can't help but find the drunk you really cute.

"This water will help you so you won't have a bad hangover tomorrow", he says and you nod, that's a good point.

Super by seventeen starts playing and you finish downing the water, grabbing Heeseung's hand and dragging him to the dance floor.

Being a dance major, of course he knows the steps and he's so good there are moments you just stop and watch him in a daze. Actually, he knows the steps to every song playing after that too, you dance so much you're all sweaty and your legs are tired. You're totally sober now, feeling ecstatic. It's so good being at a party having so much fun.

You're jumping and smiling until you see him.

You stop in your tracks seeing Han Jisung staring at you from the other side of the dance floor, your smile fades away as soon as your eyes lock with his.

He looks sick, he lost a lot of weight considering the short period of time you haven't seen each other and he wasn't smiling like he always did. He takes a step in your direction and you automatically step away, your stomach sinking.

You're feeling your heart beat so fast it's overlapping with the loud music, you gulp feeling your legs weaken, why the hell are you having this reaction? He's the same Han Jisung you've known since you were a child, the only difference now is that he knows how you feel about him.

You can't avoid him until you get over your feelings, that won't work and you know it, you have to get used to being near him feeling nothing other than friendship, but you can't see him at that moment, you just can't. You're having fun, there's a handsome guy with you and you want to like him and not Jisung.

You grab Heeseung's hand and pull him away from the dance floor, walking outside so you can breathe some fresh air.

"Did something happen?", he asks, looking confused and worried.

"It just felt stiff in there for a moment", you say and he nods.

You didn't want to explain to him why you were not speaking to your best friend and how messed up your relationship with Han is right now. You want to forget about it and your way of doing it is right by your side, handsome and available.

"So, about that thing you said we could do once I sobered up… I'm sober now", you say and he blushes, analyzing you for a moment to see if you are telling the truth.

The last drink you took was more than an hour ago and you drank so much water after that, it's a miracle you still don't have to use the toilet.

"I don't want to do something you'll regret later", he says and you appreciate how considerate he is. But right now you don't want someone considerate, you want someone that'll sweep you off your feet and help you forget what you so desperately want to. So you get closer, caging him against the wall and tiptoeing, trying to get closer to his face.

"If you don't want to, it's okay. But if you're holding back because you think I'm drunk, I'm not", that was his cue to kiss you. His lips crashing sloppily onto yours, hands cupping your face then moving down to your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck trying to get closer than you already are. He's good, you've kissed enough people in your life to know that, yet you feel sick.

You feel bad and like a horrible person because you just know he can't compare to Jisung even though you never kissed your best friend.

You feel bad thinking about someone else while kissing Heeseung, he's so nice and sweet and you know he's not fooling around, if you give him the chance he's going to truly like you and you're only using him.

You step away sighing, seeing his brows furrowed and the confusion in his eyes.

"Was it that bad?", he jokes but you can see he's feeling hurt. "I'm not trying to brag, but I never got a reaction like that after a kiss"

You smile apologetically, looking for words to explain yourself.

"It was great and you're great", you begin, "I think you're too sweet, that's why I can't lead you on"

"What are you talking about?" he asks, even more confused.

"I'm in love with someone else and I know it sounds awful, I did try to get over him with you but I feel like you'll really like me if we don't stop right now and I'm not sure if I'll be able to be that person for you", you look at him, seeing the disappointment in his face. "I'm sorry, I'm a terrible person and you can hate me if you want"

He stares at you for a few moments, sighing and giving you a reassuring smile after.

"I don't think you're terrible, I think you're truly brave for coming clean like that", you're relieved, you were afraid he would say something mean and even though you feel like you deserve it, you're really fragile right now. "Thank you for telling me before I got too deep into this and I don't know, maybe we can be friends?"

"Absolutely, I would love that"

"So, do you want to go back inside?", he asks and you shake your head.

"I don't think so, I should probably go home", you say, you don't want to go back there to see Han again.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"It's okay, I'm going to text Seungmin and see where he's at but you can go inside, I'm going to stay here and get some more fresh air"

"Alright, I'll see you at the cafe"

You nod, seeing him walk away. Woah, you just let that masterpiece of a man go because you can't forget about a fucking unrequited love. You curse yourself, slapping your forehead.

After that, you text Seungmin telling where you are and asking where the hell he and Hannah went, sending the same message to her and waiting for their answer.

You sit on the grass, taking a deep breath. You feel a bit sick after seeing Jisung, you never thought you'd feel that way. Never in your worst nightmares did you think you would be afraid to talk to him, maybe you're scared of talking to him and feeling nothing, what if all of this was just in your head and you just needed some time apart to figure it out?

You hear steps close to you and pray it's not some horny couple trying to fuck near you, however, the moment you lay eyes on your best friend you actually wish it was a horny couple.

You get up in a jump, your stomach sinking and your head spinning. Why does it hurt so much suddenly? It feels like your chest is being torn apart and you can't do a thing to make it better.

Jisung looks worse up close, he has huge bags under his eyes and he's too pale.

You're worried about him, even though you can't have the luxury of that. Not when your insides are all messed up and you want to throw up. You walk past him without saying a word, you can't handle this right now, but he grabs your wrist holding you in place. You don't look at him, staring at the floor trying to get out of his grip.

"I miss you", he says and your heart drops to your stomach. Why is he doing this to you? It's not like being apart from your best friend is fun to you. "Can't you look at me?", he pleads but you can't find the courage to do that yet. "Please", but he sounds so desperate, you force yourself to do it.

You look at him, he's obviously drunk. Who the hell let him drink this much?

"What is it?", you sound more spiteful than you were planning and his eyes widen, releasing your arm from his grasp.

"Do you hate me now?", he asks and you sigh.

"Of course I don't hate you, you're my best friend", you say that but for some reason it doesn't feel right, it doesn't sound like the truth.

"Can't you come back home? I feel like shit everytime I wake up and you're not there"

"I told you I need time", you say, running your hands through your hair.

"Are you going to forget about me by fucking some random dude?", he asks and you glare at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I don't understand how that's any of your business"

"It is, because you told me you love me but you act like you never want to see my face again", he scoffs.

You feel mad, what's he trying to say? Should you keep hurting just because you love him?

"I can't sit around forever, waiting for you to look at me", you say and he steps closer to you.

"I'm looking at you right now, I- I'll be good to you, I'll like you back", the moment he finishes saying that, you can't control the tears running through your eyes.

Is that supposed to be good? He would be forced to date you so he could have you close to him?

"Why are you doing this to me?" You ask and he takes a step back startled with you tears, suddenly sobering up, "it's not easy for me to be away from you, you're my best friend, but I do have some bit of dignity left in me and I won't accept less than I deserve, even if that less is the man I love with me", you wipe your tears seeing him step closer, trying to reach your hand and you step away, "don't come close to me right now, I could never stay with you knowing you don't love me, you should know that"

You turn around trying to get away from him but stop on your tracks seeing Hannah, Seungmin, Chan and Changbin right there looking at you awkwardly. Of course, the humiliation is the cherry on the top. You pass through them feeling so embarrassed you want the earth to swallow you.

The ride home is awkward and silent. Hannah and Seungmin keep exchanging looks while you look out the window trying to figure how your life became this mess.

You really should have dated Jeongho when he asked you out in middle school, it was around that time that you realized you liked Han more than just a friend—when Haneul asked to be his date to the school festival and you wanted to punch her so hard. Maybe if you had dated that boy at that time you would have forgotten the feelings you had for your friend, maybe you would have brushed it off as some childhood crush, but no, you rejected Jeongho while Han went with Haneul to the school festival and you third wheeled the whole event earning nasty glances from her every time your best friend played two times the same game so he could win you a plush too.

Back then you still thought everything would be okay, if only you had him everything would be okay.

You start bawling without notice, crying so much you can't even breathe. Seungmin stops the car and Hannah gets to the back, hugging you and caressing your hair while whispering that everything will be fine and you really want to believe her.

You don't know how you got into Seungmin's apartment, you guess he carried you inside after dropping Hannah home but you're not sure. It's sunday so he's not up yet for you to ask and it doesn't actually matter, what matters is the absolutely pathetic scene you made at the party and in the car. You want to bury yourself into a hole and never come back, how the hell are you going to face your friends after they saw you being humiliated by Han like that?

You know he was drunk, of course he was. You know he didn't mean it, he was hurt and drunk and people act on feelings not reason when they are like that. But does he think you have no pride? Does he really think you would date him knowing he doesn't like you back?

It's different when you confessed to him, you knew he didn't like you that way. But if he told you that there was something there, that he was not going to promise you anything but someday he may like you back, that's all you needed to hear. However, that didn't happen. He told you with all the words that he doesn't like that way, that he doesn't feel the same way as you do, there was no room for interpretation, no room for what if's.

You get up, in need to distract yourself. This week is going to fly by, you have tutoring lessons using up all your free time so you just have to get through the day.

There are a lot of messages on your phone, you really don't want to read them because you know that other than Hannah's, it's awkward comforting words from your other friends.

Hannah: call me when you wake up

Hannah: let's go eat something delicious, what do you think? It's on me.

Hannah: are you still not up or are you ignoring me?

You: I just woke up, calm down girl

You: why would I ignore you though? I just have to brush my teeth and eat something then I'll call you.

Binnie: morning babes

Binnie: Hannie is such an asshole

Binnie: I'll date you if you want, you're hot it's a win win for me

You chuckle to Changbin texts, he's so sweet in the weirdest way.

You: I mean, you're hot too

You: I think we'd make an awesome couple

Chan: good morning, Y/N

Chan: we didn't hear anything last night, so please, don't be awkward or embarrassed around us.

You: good morning Channie, I know you heard

You: you should have matched your story with Changbin before texting me though

You: it's okay, alright? Of course I'll be embarrassed for the time being, but we're friends I won't be embarrassed forever.

You leave your phone on the couch and go to the bathroom. You look like shit, smeared makeup, hair disgusting and you're still wearing the same clothes. You turn on the hot water, taking your clothes off and entering the shower, the warmth embracing you as you feel more relaxed.

You put on something comfortable, it's Sunday, you're going to ask Hannah to come by and you're going to order takeout.

You call her number while eating because you know she's anxious.

"Hey babes, good morning", she picks up, cheerful as always.

"Good morning", you say, biting the toast you just made.

"So, what about going out and eating something really good?", she asks.

"Hm, I'm actually not in the mood to go out? Can't you come by, we order something and watch that movie you've been bugging me for the last month?"

"Yeah, sure. We can do that", she answers and you are happy she doesn't sound upset or disappointed. With all the shit you're pulling lately you're scared your friends are going to get tired of your bullshit and stop talking to you. You used to think no one wanted a friend that's always crying and whining, but they showed you that real friends help each other.

"So what time are you gonna come?"

"I will just take a shower and wait for the bus, so in maybe like an hour?", she guesses and you nod forgetting she can't see you.

"Okay, see you then"

You decide to clean the house while waiting, Seungmin is pretty organized and clean so there's nothing too difficult. You'll just wash the dishes and vacuum a little.

Hannah arrives later than she predicted, Seungmin is already up and cleaning his room. He scolded you because it's his day to do the dishes and you shouldn't have done it because it's not fair to you.

You think he's being extra nice to you because of what happened the night before and it's true, he was really scared when you cried in his car.

He has known you for almost five years and he never saw you cry like that, even on the night you came to his house after confessing to Han you didn't cry like that. This time was different, you had a soul crushing cry, he wanted to stop the car and go to the back to hug you the same as Hannah, but he knew you were already being comforted by the perfect person.

Han is his friend, he could never choose between you two. But he couldn't deny it, that was a dick move, how could he ever say that to someone that likes him? He basically told you that he could pretend to like you if you stayed with him.

And of course, Seungmin understands the fear of losing a friend, but doing what he did just increases the chances of you never wanting to see his face again.

You are seated on the couch, watching the movie Hannah is obsessed with at the moment. She already watched it five times alone and asks anyone she can find to watch it again with her, she even repeats some sentences together with the characters.

The pizza you ordered is almost gone, you didn't know you were so hungry until the smell hit your nose. Luckily or thanks to Seungmin and Heeseung, your hangover is not that bad and you want it to stay that way so you keep drinking lots of water.

You got through the day thanks to your friends, they kept you entertained the whole time so you wouldn't overthink or even think about Han.

You are doing that just now, looking at the ceiling in the dark room. You want it all to be a dream, maybe you would wake up tomorrow and still be in middle school, you'd take the opportunity and get over him at that time, that would have spared you of some big problems.

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A/N: So, I don't know how many parts this fic will have. If you like what I write please reblog or let me know in the comments, feedback give me motivation to keep writing.

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☽ 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘 ☾

☾ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: private hire!WandaNat

So @nats-firefly and I discussed this idea way before October, but brought it up again when I mentioned wanting to do a ph!WandaNat thing and now.. here we are.. filth amongst sleepy gays

private hire AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don’t need to add community labels, I’ve put adequate warnings below.

wc: 4.5k. cw: smut that starts out fluffy, but Wanda gets irritated. kinda cuddly sex. groping. fingering. punishments/attention denial. humiliation/degradation in the form of being babied. brief oral. overstim. typical Nat annoying Wanda. bratty reader bc people are always asking to see what would happen if you pushed Wanda's limits.

No outside clothes on the bed.

One of Wanda’s few house rules and generally easy to follow… until you were exhausted and she was snapping her fingers at you before you could take a second step towards her mattress.

Typically if you were too tired to seek out pajamas you’d suck it up and fall into your own bed, passing out until you gained energy to sort yourself out in the morning, but tonight was different. Your shift was long and felt even longer, filled with coworker mishaps and annoying customers that left you checking your watch every few minutes towards the end of the night. All you dreamt of on the ride home was Wanda and her warm bed, knowing she’d most likely be up despite the late hour.

She had the tendency to worry; no matter how even-tempered she appeared, Wanda stayed up as late as she could for Natasha, and now you as well, to come home to her. You’d headed out earlier than your normal shifts, just after midnight, and with your boss always being notified the moment you left work, there was no doubt Wanda would be wide awake.

As expected, you found Wanda in her bedroom, nose deep in a book. She looked so happy to see you, you thought maybe you could skirt by her standards just this once-

“Don’t you dare get those dirty clothes anywhere near my new comforter.”

“Wandaaaaa…” You groaned like a child, halfway to stamping your foot if you didn’t know that’d get you kicked out instantly. “I’m exhausted! It won’t ruin anything just once.”

But no amount of puppy dog pouts could make Wanda budge; the woman was so stubborn for the smallest things. You’d seen Natasha tease her for it, and even then, she stood firm; apparently there was a time when Wanda didn’t care, but once she started buying stuff of her own, she was intent on keeping it in order. “Not a chance. I can see at least three different cocktails spilled on your shirt! Get rid of the clothes or say goodnight and go to your bed.”

“So unfair…” The wardrobe across the room felt like too far of a journey, but you’d looked forward to the warmth of Wanda too much to deny yourself now. Before you knew it, you’d begun shedding your clothes, kicking them away into a lazy pile on the floor and wandering back over to your goal.

Unexpected as it was, the sight of you tiredly stripping down amused Wanda and she didn’t stop you from sliding into bed, chuckling at your silly display of wiggling around until you successfully crawled on top of her fully clothed form. “Well aren’t you clever? Always trying to find yourself a loophole.”

“I like to think that’s what you love me for.” Tired arms wrapped around Wanda’s middle, resting your chin on her chest to gaze up at the older woman. Sleeping naked wasn’t your plan, but the act wasn’t unfamiliar, particularly in this room. Most of the time, though you got into bed wearing some kind of sleepwear, either Wanda or Natasha found a reason to take them off, anything from claiming to want a simple look to being straightforward in their desire to stake their obvious claim on you.

“I love you for a great many things, little one.” She let her book gently bop the top of your head before setting it aside on the nightstand, happy to give you her full attention. Spending the day alone wasn’t awful, but she missed you and Nat terribly, always preferring to be with at least one of you when she fell asleep.

The two of you settled into an easy embrace, Wanda drawing patterns over your bare back as you cuddled against her soft silken pajamas. Even back in silence like she’d been before your arrival, Wanda felt different, lighter, knowing she could hold you safe and her wife was on her way too. “How was your night? I got updates about some out of line people… I hope no one gave you too hard of a time.”

You shook your head, your frustrations melting away now that you were snuggled up to Wanda. It all seemed so far away while you were laid safe in your bosses’ cozy bedroom. “Nothing terrible, just felt like it lasted forever. It’s the Halloween crowd madness starting up, I think…”

The brunette nodded and listened as you went through details, throwing in a comment or two when needed; engaged even as her hands began wandering. She didn’t realize what she was doing at first, smoothing over the indulgent feel of your delicate skin. You were always just so pliant and willing; honestly, she decided you deserved a reward for following her rules with the last bits of your energy. Wanda loved knowing you’d chosen her over sleeping across the hall; it was hard to stay firm when she was also tired of sitting by herself, but if she gave in once, she’d never hear the end of it.

It started out innocent enough that you didn’t question her, overexerted muscles enjoying the gentle massage of your ass and thighs. By the time Wanda pushed your hips up to make room for her hand, you’d been pacified into a calm state of security all you offered was a pleased hum when she stroked over your mound. “You’ve done so much today. It’s about time you let me take care of you now.”

“Mhm..” She drew you in for a kiss, fluffy and sweet, mindful of your exhaustion. Wanda was always cautious of your state of mind, her considerate coddling making it easy for her to know exactly what you needed. If you needed her to take away all memories of her bad night, who was she to deny you?

Annoying as it’d been to be stopped on your way to bed, getting out of your work clothes did feel better and now you’d reap the benefits of choosing Wanda. Her touch was slow, sliding over center more to slowly work you up rather than to tease, like easing into a warm bath. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Of course, baby. You earned it for how hard you worked.” Her continued praise left you hiding your giggles in her chest, a dumb smile stamped on your features as Wanda dipped her first finger past your entrance. Rarely was Wanda this affectionate with you during sex, but she’d have to remember to do so more often, if only for how cute you looked right now. “I think someone likes being told they did a good job.”

“Maybe a little?” Your love of her acknowledgement was well known, there was no use denying it, but your sleepiness put you in a sillier mood— one that in turn rendered you more playful.

Oddly enough tonight, Wanda also happened to be relaxed enough to feed into it. “Something tells me it’s more than a little.” She fingered you open steadily, no rush to her movements, content to keep her mission slow for the time being. “If how desperately you’re squeezing my finger is any clue, you like it a lot…”

You mumbled some noncommittal response, squeaking as Wanda pushed further. It was way too little, but you were unwilling to speed up whatever the two of you had fallen into, much more interested in letting Wanda do what she pleased and seeing where it went. “Fine, I do like it when you tell me you like the work I do..”

“Good girl!” This time when she kissed you, she tugged your lip between her teeth, sucking at it until the red matched the flush of your cheeks. She was so happy to have someone who caught on quickly and so easily accepted doing things her way; Natasha always put up a fight, you were a lovely change of pace. “What else would you like? Another finger?”

“Yes! Yes please!” Pretending not to be interested in that suggestion would only hurt you, the much desired stretch of her long digits too tantalizing to pass up. Low on willpower, you easily went docile, letting Wanda’s care drive away the day’s anxieties.

You wiggled happily as her second finger joined the first, legs spreading as far as you could get them. Maybe you were being terribly obvious, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when this was exactly what you’d longed to come home and experience. “I still would’ve made you take off your clothes, but if you needed this, you could’ve asked.”

Wanda thrusted into you harder now, bottoming out each time and like clockwork your moans came in tandem. She was so deep, you already felt so full, but still your hips rocked into her hand, unabashed in trying to find the perfect angle. “Wanted you all night.. To have you hold me and make me feel good.”

It was true; falling into bed naked would almost always lead to something like this, but the how was forever a fun surprise. Wanda misjudged your ability to plot this out, but wouldn’t apologize for her predictable handsy nature; what fun was having a girlfriend if she couldn’t keep her hands on you whenever she pleased?

“And you didn’t feel like asking so you figured you’d wait for me?” Wanda’s fingers curled and you nodded frantically, both answering her question and encouraging her to keep going. She did it again and again, letting her fingers stay put while your desperation grew; Wanda wasn’t particularly bothered by your little con, but she’d hate to let you fully get over on her.

Free hand traveling from your backside to your chin, Wanda grabbed your face and tapped your temple, forcing your attention. “Look at me if you’re going to properly own up to your trickery.”

Meeting Wanda’s gaze was nearly impossible with how turned on you were, her sharp green eyes against her soft, makeup free face was just so.. beautiful— and you’re hopeless with pretty women. “I’m sorry, mommy. Can I still cum?”

“You’re bold enough to think you were ever allowed without asking?” Once in a while Wanda feared Natasha was right: she bent too easily whenever it came to you. Judging as her voice may sound, Wanda wouldn’t have thought twice about letting you carry on. With how distracted she’d become with your darling behavior, the biggest reprimand would’ve been a pat on the back before letting you fall asleep on her chest as if she’d never set a single rule for you.

Wanda hated admitting Nat was right. “Don’t tell me you’re too tired to remember how to behave.”

“No! No, I’m not, please!” Wanda might’ve been in bed before you’d arrived, but she was far from asleep and while your version of playful was sweet, hers could easily be brash. She’d discovered your plan, fine, but you hadn’t planned for Wanda feeling anything but surprised. If she wanted to, your girlfriend would torment you for hours. Enduring any kind of punishment tonight would be torturous in your already exhausted state. “I wasn’t, I promise!”

“I know, baby, I know,” she cooed, kissing your quivering lips. You whined into her mouth as her hand sped up, as if Wanda suddenly decided to hurdle you towards orgasm, and your poor fatigued brain had to fight to keep up. “Sometimes you just get so sleepy and it’s hard to remember to ask out loud, yeah?”

It was an excuse both of you leaned on, you to appear like you hadn’t meant to overstep and Wanda to be able to point at your sleep deprivation when Natasha inevitably asked why you felt so emboldened to act out in the next few days.

“I forgot, I’m sorry… won’t do it again.” The gentleness of her words always charmed you, seeing Wanda’s soft side that was reserved for only you and her wife turning you on effortlessly. “Please, so close…”

Her thumb rolled over your neglected clit and your entire body shuddered, clinging onto Wanda as tight as you could. Fortunately for her, you didn’t have enough strength to restrict her breathing. “I wish you could feel how soaked my hand is right now, poor messy thing. If I let you cum, will you make those pretty noises I love hearing?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” The words came out smashed together, too preoccupied with Wanda curling her fingers in sync with her thumb, setting a pattern so mind numbing you didn’t realize your eyes had rolled back until the brunette dug her nails into the nape of your neck— nor did you hear Natasha walking through the door.

“How many times have I warned you not to promise her that?”

You startled at the extra hand on your head as it ruffled your messy hair before holding you still enough to kiss your temple. Natasha smelled earthy, like she’d been hunting in the woods; a stark contrast from where you last talked to her at the bar downtown. “Three hours ago when I saw you, you told me you felt dead on your feet, but refused to be sent home too early. Is Wanda keeping you up?”

“Yes, b-but I…” All at once you were keenly aware of how vulnerable you looked laid limply on Wanda, begging to cum as pitifully as a neglected pet. Nat had seen you like this and worse too many times to count, but being caught right on the edge left you shy.

“But she came home looking for it,” Wanda finished for you, pinching your thigh before you tried to pin your wanton display all on her. “Pajamas were too hard for our hard-worker to get to, but she wanted to sleep with me so she went with nothing because she’s smart enough to know it’s better to give me what I want.”

“More like I’ve taught her how to choose her battles when it comes to you.” The redhead didn’t force you to pull your gaze from where you hid your face in Wanda’s chest, choosing to smooth out the stray hairs she’d given you and while the gesture was sweet, both women pretty much babying you was overwhelming.

She wasn’t wrong, having learned either firsthand or from Nat’s instruction what was worth challenging versus when compliance was mandatory; she insisted there’d be a day when she could break Wanda of her bed linen obsessions. Both reasons your bosses gave you sounded submissive to one or the other, there was no use in acting tough when they were currently fawning over you like a lost lamb…

Silly as you were, you tried. “I was just sleepy.”

“Yeah? So sleepy you were begging for my fingers? Don’t try telling me you just wanted to sleep on them.” The idea shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did, but you were adjusting before you could convince yourself not to, pushing Wanda’s fingers deeper where they’d retreated from your entrance. Nat couldn’t see it, but Wanda could feel the subtle movement, digits brought back into wet warmth you were suddenly intent on denying existed and it occurred to her then you had a bit of a stubborn streak as well.

Nothing she and Natasha couldn’t conquer though. “We just had a little chat about being upfront about what you want. Surely you’d tell me if all you wanted was to go to bed, sweetheart.”

But you were too busy throwing the comforter over your head, shrouding yourself from head to toe. “You started touching me.”

Wanda and Natasha’s dual bombardment was dizzying, enough to leave you fighting not to grab Wanda’s wrist and move it yourself. They were too observant, knew exactly what buttons to push when you were in a certain headspace; when you came home stressed like tonight, they’d seen how much better off you were after you let go, but often you needed a little help getting there.

Wanda got you close, but Nat’s sudden appearance threw you off and now she was back to square one. It wasn’t any lack of security around her -you loved Nat as much as you did Wanda and always felt safe with both of them- you, again stubbornly, always wanted to feel like you were impressing the redhead. The couple joked about it often, how quick you were to turn to Natasha and search her typically stoic face for any sign of amusement; with even the faintest hint of a smile the pair swore they saw hearts fill your eyes. “She’s had enough of you, Wanda. Give her a break.”

“Oh boo hoo,” Wanda scoffed, sticking her tongue out at the woman standing next to her, “you always go so shy around her, wanting to look cool. She can be just as submissive as you are right now, trust me.”

“I am not!” There were some things you’d see less than a handful of times in your life; a submissive Natasha was one of them.

“There you go, denying it just as hard as this one.” Wanda laughed loud enough to jostle you, chest bubbling with laughter under your hot cheek. She went back to rubbing your back with one hand, trying to comfort you amongst her blatant enjoyment of your predicament. Still her fingers stayed between your legs, stroking your folds lazily and confirming it was the very mortification you suffered that soaked you further.

Natasha made your same mistake, presuming Wanda was too preoccupied to bother with her sheets; she got as far as a welcome home kiss from her wife before a warning once over wordlessly directed her to get rid of her dirty leather jacket and scuffed jeans. “Yeah yeah, I’m going to change. Worry about that wiggly thing you’ve got weighing you down. I think you’ve summoned a blanket creature.”

“Aww, mommy’s little ghost,” she mocked, nuzzling her head atop yours before setting her wrist back to work. You’d been on the brink of something so blissful just moments before, it was all too easy to bring you back there. Even if you insisted on hiding from her and Nat now. “What’s the matter? You were just fucking yourself silly on my hand.”

“Nuh uh,” You wanted to sound more defiant than you had, but your voice sounded shaky and small. The futile attempt only brought more laughter to the pair, having unwittingly become their nightly entertainment.

“No? You’re not a very good liar.” One of Wanda’s most prominent shortcomings was her impatience, a facet that heavily influenced when you and Natasha backed off and let her be. Not only did you forget to account for that now, you’d taken her earlier gentleness for granted instead of recognizing it for the reward it was: two missteps you were too dazed to notice drew on her fragile patience.

“If you admit it, I’ll drive you wherever you want tomorrow.” She was trying so hard to stay careful with you despite how close she was to the end of her own rope, but all you came back with was a bullish shake of your head. “We can get your favorite pizza and try out that milkshake bar you keep trying to drag us to-”

“Oh yes, surely bargaining with your brat of a ghost will make her behave better!” Nat must’ve wandered into the closet based on how far away she sounded, too far to argue with even if you did want to dig yourself a deeper hole by defying both your girlfriends.

“Shut up, Tasha, you’re such a pain.” It was a muttered jab, Wanda now bored of arguing and your withdrawal. So what if she had to coax you into it, she missed watching your sweet, unguarded face fall apart before her. She tried not to hold it against you too much; obviously you were so worn out you didn’t know what to do with yourself, but she couldn’t shake her annoyance completely.

Playing nice wasn’t working anymore; maybe you’d settle faster if she let you be as invisible as you’re pretending. “She wasn’t difficult until you got here. I think showing off to you so much is making her pick up bad habits.”

“I don’t have bad habits- fuck…!” She shut you up with a too far thrust, fingertips pressing painfully deep. You weren’t a brat, not to Natasha and certainly not to Wanda, tired hips finally trying to match the latter’s motions just to prove you were ready to be cooperative again, but you’d blown your chances for Wanda’s grace and now she wasn’t listening.

Despite your denial, Wanda let you finish for the sole purpose of making you feel how obvious of a lie you’d spun. “Ignore me all you want, but we all know what your needy little cunt was after.”

You were certain she’d shove you off, roll you over, something with how she might as well have spat her last sentence at you, but instead of the absence of her, you got more. Wanda didn’t let up for a second, pistoning in and out all while settling into a casual conversation with her wife who’d just flopped down on the opposite side of the bed.

“I-I’m…” Oh. Wanda’s thumb brushed over your neglected clit like it was nothing more than a fidget toy, flicking back and forth while you fought a losing battle over control of your body. You pawed at her clumsily, legs scrambling for purchase as you tried to lift up for just a second and break free, but all your struggles were no match for Wanda’s strength. “Mommy?”

No response. For you, at least. Wanda was busy locking lips with Natasha, a quick squeak of her own pulled as Nat nipped along the corners of her mouth. “I wish you could’ve seen all of the costumes today, Tasha. I sent pictures, but with no text back I assumed you were busy all day.”

She had to hear you, impossible to miss with how you not only called out her name repeatedly but kissed apologies along her sternum, pleading for acknowledgement. And yet, Wanda didn’t seem to spare you a single thought. Her hands stayed firm on either side of your lower half, one splayed over the small of your back to keep you still and the other inspecting an ever-growing mess, the heavy drag of her so intense you were toeing the edge of a second climax within minutes.

If Natasha paid you any mind, you couldn’t tell, but her sympathy was rare, always the one warning Wanda against being too forgiving. Her current affection was the only thing keeping Wanda from snapping on you entirely though, knowing as much as she was focusing on getting you ready for bed, Wanda was fighting sleep too and it was making her moodier by the second. “You should’ve taken my text back as a reminder that I don’t wear Halloween costumes, sneaky wife of mine.”

Great, both her partners chose to be difficult tonight. “Why can’t either of you just listen to me?”

“Ohh look who’s a brat now, Wanda. Do you hear yourself?” Nat was muffled from where you were under your blanket shield, but her snark was still clear as day.

Wanda took her mounting frustrations out physically, cruelly pulling her hand away and wrenching out of Natasha’s reach mid-kiss. The two of you shared a disappointed whine, immediately suffering the consequences of your actions, but Wanda didn’t care. “It’s for a few hours for one night! It won’t kill you, I gave you an outfit once before-”

“Put your hand back, mommy, I was so close!”

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know better.” Wanda did return her hand in the form of a rapid succession of slaps, the thick, wet sounds of her open palm meeting your soaked, puffy core humiliating you beyond belief. It hurt, yes, but as the sting lingered it only stoked your desire for her further and as you pinned your lover’s hand between you and her thigh, you found you hadn’t lost a single bit of your need.

Learning from your mistake, you didn't push her, whining and pathetically getting yourself off while Wanda went back to coercing Natasha into Halloween fun. Obedience won you back some favor, three fingers now stretching you ruthlessly, second orgasm hitting you by surprise and bleeding straight into the third.

Somewhere around then was where you lost track of their conversation, Wanda and Natasha bickering back and forth slowly being drowned out by the ever-louder ringing of your ears. Your muscles went slack, jaw hanging open, drooling onto her wrinkling pajama shirt as you relented to Wanda’s torture and the pleasure she kept you so hooked on.

“Too much- I can’t, I can’t..!” You stammered out, fisting the mattress in a desperate plea for mercy. Everything ached, but you felt as though you were flying, soaring high above the house and into the dark city skies— and oh how you longed to fall right back into Wanda’s arms.

The older woman backed off almost too easily, returning to the gentle caresses she’d started with, “My hand’s tired, honey.”

You thought that’d be the end of it, that you’d stay here until you sailed into pleasant dreams, but then you were being rolled over and instead of hitting the mattress, your back met the sturdy warmth of Natasha’s lap. Relaxing there was all too easy, head rolling back onto her shoulder, moving without resistance as Nat’s fingers took hold of your chin and turned it until she could kiss you, deep and greedy. “Look at you, all fucked out already… Wanda, what’d you do to her?”

“Nothing she didn’t enjoy, whether she admits it or not. ” How Wanda managed to find her way to her knees so quickly was beyond you, but you didn’t have it in you to question. Lacquered nails slowly scratched over your pelvis where you still felt so tingly while Natasha took the opportunity to massage your newly exposed breasts, four hands exploring your exhausted body.

It was the same type of adoration you’d hid from earlier, but you were long past shying away now. You’d had more than enough of being ignored for a good while. “Hold her for me while I finish, you know how I hate messes in bed.”

Eyes you could barely manage to keep open peered past where Nat was groping you to see Wanda tie her hair back before settling onto her stomach, shuffling forward until she was close enough to nuzzle her cheek into your soft thighs. When she kissed your clit, you mewled, oversensitive from Wanda’s earlier abuse. “Mommy.. hurts..”

“Hush, baby, I’m only cleaning you up. I’d never hurt you,” Wanda whispered it so lovingly you had no choice to concede, discovering in the next second that even if you wanted to close your legs you couldn’t, Natasha’s own holding yours apart. She licked and sucked carefully, lulling your tired brain back into blissful nothingness.

The last thing you remember is Natasha’s deep voice right in your ear, your nipples caught between her calloused fingers as she rolled them in time with her wife’s tongue lapping at your leaking entrance. “Go to sleep, little dove, we’ll tuck you in safe and sound… and I promise to wake you up when I’m done with mommy.”

#I had to finish formatting this at work on my phone so if you see any issues uh… no you don’t 💖#private hire au #wandanat x reader #wandanat x reader fic #wandanat x reader smut #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #maximotts kinktober #kinktober #motts writes.

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not fair - ch1

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer... ch1 | next [masterlist]

// "i don't know if you could handle me" ~ ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 9731 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter/tw: 18+ super nfsw!, cheating (seriously, major plot point), use of character first names (idk what got into me when i wrote this 3 years ago), degradation, choking, face-fucking, dom/sub undertones, face slapping, stop light system, squirting, dirty talk, mentions of unconscious fucking, the smallest amount of plot that becomes more prevalent as the chapters continue on, soft after sex kei, cross posted from ao3, afab reader she/her pronouns

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It wasn’t unusual for Kei to be over while Tadashi was out of town. It happened quite frequently, actually. You two were best friends, even before Tadashi was in the picture. You never let anything come between you two, not even Tadashi. Tadashi understood too. He was never jealous of the time that you spent together or accusing towards the two of you and flirting remarks you would pass. You and Kei were just… well, you and Kei.

But tonight was different. Tonight, you were in yours and Tadashi’s bedroom, which wasn’t the unusual part. Tonight, you were both on the bed, which also wasn’t the unusual part. Tonight, you were sitting with your chin on Kei’s chest and your leg between his legs, your knee resting on his crotch. This wasn’t even an unusual position for the two of you, who often would press yourselves together in intimate positions. Tonight, you finally admitted to Kei that Tadashi has only made you come twice in the entire time that you’ve been together.

“What? Like, dating? Or?” Kei asks, his eyebrows furrowed together, looking thoroughly disgusted and confused, “because it could just be that you’re both too soft n-.”

“Like, ever, Kei,” you interrupt, looking just as confused and disgusted as Kei was.

“That’s horrible,” he scoffs, “You just let that happen?”

“I don’t let it happen, Kei. It just happens.” You rest your head completely on his chest, sighing dramatically. “He’s amazing. He’s incredible. He’s so nice and he’s kind and he’s pretty and he’s everything that I need!”

Kei scoffs again at your words, “but he can’t make you come?”

“But he can’t make me come,” you repeat, shaking your head against Kei’s chest and then look back up at him. “I just, I haven’t gotten off from someone else in so long. Only me, alone, in the bathroom.”

“That’s so sad,” Kei says, the disgusted look still lingering.

“What else am I supposed to do about it?” you groan, frustrated.

“Get someone else to fuck you,” Kei shrugs. He doesn’t laugh or hint at a joke. He’s being serious.

“Wha- What? I can’t do that…,” you hide your face from Kei, ensuring that he doesn’t see the redness on your cheeks.

“Sure you can. Look, you have needs, okay. He can’t satisfy them. You just have someone else do it.”

“I don’t trust anyone enough to do that.” You feel horrible even contemplating the option. A terrible light bulb goes off in your head.

“You…,” you start, hesitantly. Kei’s eyes widen immediately at the start of your sentence.

“No. No, absolutely not. He’s my best friend,” Kei shakes his head.

“You’re my best friend,” you say, softly. “I don’t trust anyone else! You said it yourself. I have needs, Kei. He can’t satisfy them. I have to find someone else to do it.”

“You’re really going to use my own words against me?”

“Yes,” you state so matter-of-factly.

“No. I won’t,” he shakes his head, looking away from you, but not moving you from on top of him.

“Kei, please! I couldn’t do this with anyone else, but I’m just,” you take a deep breath, ready to lay all of your shame out on the table. “I need this. I’m so desperate, please.” Kei introduced this idea to you and so quickly you needed it to become a reality. You needed it to become a reality with Kei.

Kei looks you over, your chin pressed against his sternum as he breaths. “Fine. You want to know the real reason?” Your interest is piqued. You tilt your head, curiously.

“Hm?” You can’t believe you’re even having this conversation, but now you’re in too deep.

“I don’t know if you can handle me,” Kei pushes you off of him and promptly gets off the bed.

“Wha- What do you mean?!” You’re offended. He’s acting like you’ve never had sex with a condescendingly cold person before. You scoff at this statement, rolling your eyes dramatically, and standing up with him, following him.

“I mean, I don’t think you can handle me,” he repeats himself, not wavering his tone or message. He adds after a second of your angry face, “You’ve been with Tadashi for almost 2 years. You guys have probably been having vanilla, missionary sex, maybe doggy style if you’re feeling extra spicy, the entire time you’ve been together.” He waits for your objections before continuing, interrupting them, “I know I’m not wrong and I know Tadashi. He’s just as nice and “sorry, (y/n)!” in his day to day as he is in bed.” You’re silent. You know he’s not wrong.

Tadashi has always been so accommodating and kind in every aspect of your relationship. He tries so hard in bed, he really does, but he’s made you cum maybe twice in your entire relationship with the help of yourself, though he would probably claim many more times than that seeing how often you fake it. You hate yourself for it, but you’ve tried so hard to teach him, to show him, to tell him exactly what you want and how to do it, but he never gets it. It’s exhausting and has been way easier to just to fake it and then finger yourself later in the bathroom after he’s gone to sleep.

You want Kei so badly. You want to come so badly and you know that right now is your only chance. “I- I can handle you.” Your voice is much more timid and much less convincing than you anticipate it being.

“I don’t think you can.” Kei’s voice, in contrast, is steady and low, already causing your core to feel warm.

“I can, Kei, I can. Please,” you hold onto his arm, looking up at his face, pleading, “please.” You sound much more confident, and also much more despairing as you whine for him. He looks at you for a few moments, his eyes trailing up and down your body and finally stopping on your eyes, searching for the overwhelming excitement and consent that he needs to move forward.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. This is the final time he’s going to ask or question you. He needs you to be absolutely positive because he’s not going to hold back. You nod desperately. “Verbal consent, (y/n), I’m serious.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, Kei, please. I need this. Please, I can handle it, anything, please.” The string of words leaves your mouth quickly. Kei waits another few seconds after, giving you plenty of time to change your mind before closing the gap between you both. His lips are on yours and his tongue is in your mouth so quickly. He’s holding your jaw as he tastes every inch of the inside of your mouth. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, hard, allowing you to explore his mouth. His tongue is harsh against yours, but it feels so good. He pulls away abruptly, already lifting your shirt over your head and running his hands down your body, his hands sculpting around every curve.

“If at any time this gets too much for you,” he presses kisses into your neck, nudging your chin upwards as he starts to softly roll the skin between his teeth. “Yellow means we’re moving to somewhere you’re uncomfortable with.” He licks your neck, pressing his entire tongue against your skin. When he pulls away, the air is cool against the freshly wet flesh. “Red means that you’re uncomfortable and you want to stop immediately.” He moves down to your collarbones, nibbling on them and breathing heavily against them.

“If you can’t speak,” he grabs your hand and taps 3 distinct, hard times against your skin with two fingers. “3 taps, hard so that I can feel them without a doubt, and two fingers to know it’s intentional.” His eyes are on yours, his look stern and serious. “Do you understand?” You nod, overwhelmed with all of this information.

“(y/n), verbal consent. I don’t fuck around,” he says, his eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Yes,” you nod confidently, despite the questions forming in the back of your mind. Maybe you couldn’t handle him. You weren’t expecting this level of safety precautions, maybe just a safeword considering how he made out that you couldn’t handle him. Maybe he was right.

“Repeat.” Kei’s lips are back on your throat, sucking the skin so hard that you feel the bruises forming almost instantly. His hands are reached around to your back, one hand sliding down over your ass and the other unhooking your bra before you notice what he’s doing. He tosses it to the side and presses himself against you, your nipples dragging against the fabric of his shirt as he massages into the flesh of your ass.

You can’t exactly think straight, but it’s important that you remember these even when you can’t think. “Y- Yellow means caution, that I’m starting to f- feel uncomfortable about something.” Kei digs his fingers into your flesh as he moves his head down, capturing your nipple in his mouth and twirling his tongue around it. “Fuck,” you moan, tilting your head back.

He pulls away from your nipple, the cold air feeling even colder on your spit sheened nipple, causing it to get even harder. “What else?”

You answer quickly, just wanting to feel his tongue on your nipples again. “Re- Red means that you- that I- I want you to stop because I’m- I don’t like it- I’m uncomfortable.” Your nipple is back in his mouth. He’s sucking on it with such purpose, the suction sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“A- And, I’m going to, ta- tap on you to- to show you, but please, please don’t stop, Kei.” You grab onto his shoulder and tap with two fingers against his back, 3 times with enough force for him to feel them. He listens to you, nodding as you tap against him, but keeping your nipple in his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, bringing his hand up to pinch the other one between his fingers. “Fuck,” you breath.

He stops, coming back up to face you. “Good.” His fingers are making quick work of your button and zippers and are quickly in the waistband of your jeans, pulling them to the ground, but leaving you in your underwear. On his way back up, he runs his hand up the inside of your leg, following your ankle to your calf to your inner thigh leading to your pussy as he uses one finger to rub once between your slit, pressing harder into your clit, rubbing two circles before stopping and stepping backward. You can’t help but moan at this tiny, delicate touch. He’s still fully dressed and you’re suddenly aware of what you probably look like. Your instinct is to try to cover yourself up from Kei’s hungry eyes, but he starts rubbing his cock through his pants. Your eyes are drawn to the bulge in his jeans. You feel your panties get even wetter as you see how big the bulge is. You’re almost positive that Kei could see how much wetter you got, how the dark spot on your panties grew when he started rubbing himself.

He pulls his own shirt off and you marvel at how toned his body is, how perfect his skin is. He takes a step towards you, his hard bulge only inches away from your thigh. Your breath stills. “Take them off, baby,” he encourages. You listen to him, beginning to lower yourself to your knees, but he holds your elbow, not allowing you to drop. “From here.” You’re confused at first until he uses his hand to rub in between your lips through your panties. “I want to be able to touch you.”

You nod, your breath skipping as you try your hardest to focus on undoing his buckle. It seems like such a difficult task right now, your mind completely infatuated with the feeling of Kei’s long finger rubbing against the doused fabric of your panties. You seriously can’t figure out how to undo his stupid buckle, but he just lets you struggle. You think that he’s being nice as he pulls his finger away, allowing you a moment to think straight, but he brings the finger up and sticks it into your mouth. “Suck,” he says, low. You listen, sucking on his finger, trying to multitask and undo his buckle. “Sloppier, baby,” he coerces. You listen again, your fingers on his buckle stilling and focus on the spit drooling out of your mouth. He pulls the finger from your mouth and places it back between your lips, pressing harder into your clit and moving faster, pushing your panties in between your lips until your bare lips are exposed and your panties are bunched up between them, completely hidden. Kei’s finger slips past the panties, dipping into your flood for just a moment before running his finger back down the strip of your panties, pushing at your hole. Your moans are fluttering as you try to sink onto his fingers. He holds on in place harshly.

He starts counting down. You’re confused, so confused. You don’t know why he’s counting down or what will happen when you reach the end of it, but you’re hoping for the finger to enter you. “3… 2… 1…” You close your eyes in anticipation, but he pulls his hands away completely.

“I- Kei- No, please, why?” you beg.

“I told you what to do and you were too busy and concerned with what you wanted. Now I’m not going to touch you,” he says so matter-of-factly. You wanted to laugh. You thought it was a joke. You needed it to be a joke, but now Kei is taking off his own buckle, which he does in 10 seconds, might you add. He’s taking off his own belt, throwing it gently to the side and undoing his zipper and button.

“Kei,” you whine, “It’s… It’s not fair.” You’re pouting. You know he doesn’t find it cute and amusing when you see his facial expressions. “It’s just… You were making me feel so good.”

He scoffs, “Just from that? Tadashi must be treating you worse than I thought.” Your cheeks burn at the mention of your boyfriend’s name. You want to tell him to stop saying his name, but you know he won’t listen to you anyways. Instead, you just nod at him. He laughs.

“Please, Kei. I couldn’t focus,” you complain, trying to excuse yourself, but he’s not listening or he doesn’t care or maybe both. He pulls down his jeans, only the thin fabric of his boxers are covering his hard, long member. You swallow, hard, looking at how big he is. Tadashi isn’t necessarily small, but he’s definitely not big, and more so, he’s definitely not this big. Your eyes are glued to Kei’s boxers as he pulls them down, releasing his cock. A gasp escapes your lips, a sharp inhale into your lungs as you truly take in how big he is. He’s not just long, but he’s thick. You’re getting even wetter as you think about everything you want to do to him and what you want him to do to you.

“Can you listen this time?” he asks, condescendingly, a disgusted look on his face. You nod excessively, so quickly that your vision blurs. You’re ready to do anything that he asks you to do. You just want to touch his cock. He smirks at how eager you are. “Take your panties off for me, baby. Nice and slow. Turn around when you do it.” He knows exactly what he wants.

You start pulling your panties down, slowly, like he’s asked of you. You want to have them completely off, but you know you have to listen to Kei especially after last time. When the panties are to your knees, you’re facing completely away from him. “Bend over.” His words are so commanding and harsh. You do as he says, bending over to pull your panties all the way down to the floor. You can feel how exposed your pussy is from behind in between your legs, can feel the air highlighting every inch of wetness.

You hear Kei step closer to you as you stand their frozen, your panties around your ankles. You can feel his cock graze in between your legs just briefly before he controls it, ensure that no part of you is touched. He leans forwards, pressing his hips against your ass and brushing his cock between your lips for the smallest fraction of a second. “What does Tadashi call you while he’s fucking you?” The question stuns you, your knees buckling and your heart beginning to race. You know that you’re almost fucking his best friend, but you don’t need to be reminded of him every few minutes. Still, you know that Kei wants an answer and you want Kei to be good to you, so you answer.

“H- He calls me sweetheart,” you stutter. Kei actually laughs, stepping back away from you and holding his stomach as he repeats it.

“He calls you sweetheart when he’s fucking you?” he asks, trying to make sure he heard that right.

“Yes.” You suddenly feel more embarrassed at this admission than you do at the position you’re in. He grips onto your hips and you want him to enter you so badly, but instead he turns you around to face him and gently pushes you onto the bed, lying flat on your back, your head propped up against a pillow.

“Spread em,” he gestures towards your legs as he spits into his own hand, slicking his cock as you spread your legs open, exposing yourself to Kei.

Kei is towering overtop of you, a knowing smirk on his face as he moves the fist he’s made around his cock, stroking slowly, squeezing his hand as he gets to the head and letting the pressure off as he returns back to the base. You know how desperate you look underneath him. You don’t need to see it in his glasses to know, but you do, and it makes you even wetter. Your legs are spread apart, the breeze from the fan making you painfully aware of how warm and flooded you are and how erect your nipples are. Your hands are beside each retrospective hip, gripping onto the sheets, waiting for him to enter you, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t even get closer.

“Touch yourself,” Kei sneers. You don’t know what to do. You heard his words clearly, but your body isn’t making any move to do what he’s asked of you. You wanted Kei to touch you, you didn’t want to do it yourself. He takes a step towards you, his hand around his cock moving faster. “Let me see you play with yourself, sweetheart. Show me,” he coos, his tone changing to endearing in such a short amount of time. Hearing Kei call you what Tadashi calls you shakes your entire soul. You feel so conflicted but so hot. You want to hear it again. It sounds so much better coming out of his mouth. It makes you want to please him. You want to make him proud.

You nod at him, timidly moving your hand down to clit and rubbing small, diffident circles into it. Your fingers don’t feel nearly as good as Kei’s did a few minutes ago. It doesn’t help that he’s watching you so intently either. It’s embarrassing to be completely open and on display like this, lying underneath someone who wasn’t your boyfriend, but, rather, your boyfriend’s best friend, your best friend. You have to shake the thought out of your mind before your body doesn’t allow you to get off. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the sensations of your fingertips brushing against your swollen clit. Your eyes are only shut for a few seconds before Kei is clearing his throat.

“Eyes open. Look at me,” Kei clarifies. His hand hasn’t stopped moving as he’s scanning your body, evidently very happy with what he sees. Even with this gorgeous sight in front of you, it’s hard for you to lose yourself in the moment being stared at so eagerly. “Both hands.” He tilts his chin up at you, gesturing at your hand that’s still gripped onto the sheets.

With your other hand, you cup your tit, rolling your hard nipple in between your fingers while maintaining your pace with the other hand. “Good girl,” he says under his breath. A moan escapes you. He raises his eyebrow, cockiness seething from his smile. “Yeah? Are you my good girl?”

You nod obnoxiously, a strangled noise coming out of your throat as you move your attention from your nipples to your wet hole, teasing yourself with your fingertip. You’re getting into it now. The situation is weighing on you but in the best way possible. You look up at Kei and your mind is still screaming that he’s not your boyfriend, but the louder the voice gets inside your head, the wetter your desperate pussy gets. He’s not your boyfriend, but he’s here, watching you tease yourself and torture your own clit as he jerks off above you, because your boyfriend can’t get you off like Kei can; no one can get you off like Kei can. He knows it too. Even when you would try to get off in the bathroom after having sex with Tadashi, it never felt this fucking good.

“Do you want to be a really good girl?” he asks, his hand now gently rubbing on your inner thigh.

You know that he’s just using those words, that phrase, to get exactly what he wants, but it only makes you want him more. You would do anything to be good for him. You want him to use you, to satisfy his every need with any part of you that he wants to. “Please, please, Kei. I’ll do anything.” Your own voice surprises you at how desperate it sounds.

“Sit up.” His tone has switched back to the harsh, commanding asshole that he was before as he grabs onto your arm right as you’re about to insert your finger fully into yourself. You let out a defeated sigh before sitting up, looking at him innocently. “Stay still,” he demands. Kei walks over to you, getting closer and closer until the tip of his head is pressed up against your lips. You go to open your jaw to take him into your mouth, but he stops you, holding your head still.

“What did I say?” he growls at you, grasping a fistful of your hair as punishment. “Repeat it.”

“Stay still,” you repeat, your lips opening slightly around his head, allowing some of the precome to line the inside of your lips. You want so badly to lick your lips, but you know that Kei wants you to just sit there, so you don’t move. Your head is still as he swipes the spongy head across your lips, stroking the length as he does so, causing more precome to drip out of the slit and onto your lips. He pushes forwards, but you keep your mouth still, the tip only entering into your mouth when he nestles it in there. It touches your closed teeth and you shutter, trying to keep as still as you can.

Kei moans as he drags his sensitive head across the fronts of your teeth, your cheek bulging as he slides it into the side of your mouth. The combination of his grunts, his hands in your hair, and the thought of him using you for his pleasure all have your pussy aching to be touched. You want to touch yourself so bad, but you know that Kei will be angry.

“Open,” he finally tells you. You let your jaw fall open as you look up into his eyes, fluttering your lashes at him, but he doesn’t look at you like you’re adorable or cute or pretty, he looks at you like he’s starving. “Tongue out.” You instantly stick your tongue out. “Good girl.” Your pussy throbs. That’s all you wanted to hear from him. You want to hear it again.

“Lick the precome from my slit, sweetheart.” There’s that name again, shaking your being. Kei positions his cock at the tip of your tongue. You’re not expecting the name and the specific language has you blushing. You do as you’re told, focusing the tip of your tongue to lick the precome from his slit. The salty sensation on your tongue makes your mouth water for more. Kei drags his head down your tongue before taking a step back. He hasn’t told you to move your head or your tongue, so you don’t, despite everything in your body telling you to whine and pout at how far away his cock is from your mouth now. You’re so focused on where his cock is that you don’t notice that he’s bent over towards you or the glob of spit that falls onto your tongue until it’s already coated it.

You barely have any time to react, only savoring the taste for a moment, before Kei stands back up and rests as much of his cock as he can on your tongue without actually entering your mouth. The slickness of his spit on your tongue and your warm breath from panting causing Kei’s cock to pulse. You can feel it. Kei looks down at you and lets more spit drop from his tongue. You’re not sure if he missed or if this is where he was aiming, but the spit lands right beside your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

He’s thrusting his hips slowly, gliding the underside of cock across your tongue. Your jaw is already starting to ache from staying open so wide, but you don’t dare relax. It’s like Kei can read your mind. “Wider,” he grunts, angling the tip of his cock down. You force your jaw to open uncomfortably, but the smirk that Kei gives you is worth any amount of discomfort that you feel.

Kei gives you no warning as he forces his entire length down your throat in one swift movement, groaning as he feels how tight your throat is around him. You try to gasp in surprise, your gag reflex triggering as his cock slides down your throat, but he’s blocking your airway. You take in air from your nose, but it’s not enough. Kei doesn’t budge in the slightest, just strokes your hair as he mutters “good girl” over and over again. You focus on his words and your breathing and the fact that you’re making him feel good right now.

“Tongue out,” he demands, his hands grabbing your hair now instead of stroking it. Your nose is pressed up against his stomach and your tongue is sticking out as far as you can force it out of your mouth. You can feel it grazing his balls, every time you flick your tongue, his grip in your hair gets tighter and his groans get more guttural.

Drool is leaking out of the side of your mouth as Kei’s cock pulses in your throat. Your head feels light and you’re pushing back into Kei’s hands, desperately trying to get air. You need to get a good breath or you’re going to pass out. He pulls you off of his cock. You’re coughing and inhaling deeply several times trying to recover. Kei gives you these few seconds of reconciliation before starting to get annoyed.

“Open,” he nods down to the spot that you were in before. You assume the same position, chin tilted up, tongue so far out that it’s painful, jaw aching from forcing it open so wide, your lips swollen and sheened with spit and precome. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” You love to hear the praise coming out of his mouth. It’s making you drip.

You’re expecting his cock, but see his eyes close to yours and now you can’t breathe for another reason. He spits in your open mouth, but not on your tongue this time. The spit goes directly down your throat and you let it slide all the way down. His fingers are wrapped around your throat putting pressure directly on your airway, quickly getting so tight that you can’t breathe again. “But I decide when I’m done with your throat. I decide when you get to breathe again. I decide when I pull your pretty fucking mouth off of me. You don’t get to make those decisions. If I want to fuck your throat until you pass out and keep fucking your throat when you’re unconscious on the floor, I’ll do that.” You want to moan at these sentences, at the thoughts that are now flooding your head, but you can’t. No noise comes out of your throat at all, it can’t. Your hand comes up and wraps around Kei’s wrists, your eyes roll back into your head as his grip gets tighter. He’s waiting intently to see if you want to tap out, but when he doesn’t feel any pressure against his wrist, he tightens even harder, his fingers shaking. “Do you understand?” he commands. You nod as best as you can. When he pulls his fist away, you take in so much air that your head starts to pulse. Your breaths can’t be large enough. “Now open.”

You assume the same position. Your breathing finally slows when he rests his balls on your tongue. You’d never done anything this dirty with Tadashi. This was foreign territory for you. “Suck.” You can feel him above you, stroking his cock as you take one of his balls into your mouth. The entire situation feels so dirty , but you can hear Kei’s moans and grunts and you never want to stop. You continue sucking, focusing on the ball in your mouth and your tongue against it.

“Take both in your mouth, you fucking whore,” Kei says, getting into this very quickly. The degradation makes your clit throb and pussy clench. You open your mouth wider, taking the other ball into your mouth. Your mouth has never been this full before. Your nose is pressed against the underside of his cock, but you can barely focus on that. “Stop,” he grunts. You release both balls from your mouth with a pop , your tongue still sticking straight out, waiting for whatever he wants to do with you next.

“Good girl. Deep breath” You listen to him. He slides his cock into your mouth as soon as you’ve taken a good breath, grunting at every inch that slides down your throat. He holds it there again. You close your eyes, focusing on your breathing, and making sure that you make it through. Then you feel a sting on your cheek, startling you. Kei’s palm had made contact with your cheek. Your eyes snap open. “Eyes on me. Look up at me, sweetheart.” You moan around his cock and he inhales at the vibrations around his length. A single tear rolls down your cheek as the residual sting lingers. Your breathing is okay, manageable this time until Kei plugs your nose.

“You better open your throat wider or I’ll have to fuck your unconscious body and you won’t be able to cum. It’ll be just like Tadashi, huh?” Your eyes open even more so at this sentence. Kei pulls his hips back, taking most of his length out of your throat before slamming back in. You missed your small window for air. You sit, patiently waiting for him to start moving again. You breathe as much as you can as soon as he pulls back. You’ve forced your jaw open even wider and have allowed your throat to open, allowing the smallest bit of air in.

Kei’s thrusts into your throat get more and more frequent each time until he’s pistoning into your mouth. His hips are thrusting into you, abusing your poor throat, at such a fast speed. Every few thrusts, he buries his cock as deep in your throat as he can, holding it there until he feels you starting to fall, your eyes rolling back, and your jaw relaxing.

“Gag on my cock,” he commands, continuing, “I want to feel you gag on my cock. It feels so good when I feel your abused throat constrict around my cock. I’m too big for you, aren’t I? You’re so used to small cocks, aren’t you, sweetheart? You can barely handle how fucking big I am.” It’s true. It’s all true.

He hits the back of your throat, your body convulsing slightly as you gag. You can feel the muscles in your throat tighten around his cock. He loves the feeling so much that he does it again. And then again. Your stomach is twisting as he hits it for the 4th time. He glides his cock down your throat. The noises that he’s making are magical.

“Swallow.” You swallow whatever liquids you can. “Yes, fuck,” he groans, “again.” You swallow again, significantly less fluid in your mouth. “Again.” You swallow again. “God, your throat feels so good, I might not even need to fuck you.” You can’t help but to whimper, swallowing again around his cock. “Fuck, I could just cum down your throat right now and leave you on the bed for when Tadashi comes home. Maybe he can help you.”

You want to shake your head no. You want to beg for him to stay, to touch you, just to tell you to cum. If he just told you to cum right now, you think you could. You’d do anything for him right now, but you can’t. You can’t do anything except let him use your throat for whatever he wants to use it for. He laughs at the panic in your eyes as he pulls out of your throat, stroking his cock above you. “Or maybe I won’t even use you to cum, huh? Maybe I’ll just make you watch as I blow my load onto your pretty face. Tadashi would love coming home to that, wouldn’t he?”

You don’t know how to answer that, so you don’t. Kei doesn’t like that. You feel a sting across your cheek, harder this time. “I asked you a question.”

“I- N- No. No, he wouldn’t like that,” you answer truthfully, even though you don’t think it’s the answer that Kei wanted. It’s exactly the answer Kei wanted.

“But would you like it?” he smirks, waiting for your answer. He hasn’t stopped stroking his cock, moaning as he swipes his thumb over the head. “Don’t lie to me…,” he pauses, “sweetheart.” His smile is pure evil.

You nod timidly before verbalizing it. “Yes. I would like that a lot, Kei.”

He laughs again, shaking his head. “Tch. Pathetic.” Your entire body feels warm and embarrassed. He leans over you, getting so close to your ear that his low whisper sounds like a scream. “It sucks that I want to ruin you, then, huh?” A shiver disperses through your entire body as you shake your head no. No, it definitely doesn’t suck that he wants to ruin you.

“I want you, now.” Kei finally decides. He pushes you back on the bed again. “On your side.” You’re conscious of how little you know about sex positions, particularly ones where you lay on your side. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, laying almost completely on your right side, save for the small parts of your back that are touching the bed. He positions himself between your legs, lining himself up with your throbbing pussy. It hasn’t been touched since you didn’t listen to Kei. You know your hole is tight, but so lubricated that it’ll swallow him just as easily as your throat did. He takes your leg and rests it on his shoulder.

He rubs his head in between your lips, pressing up against the hole. “Please.” It slips out of your mouth, but you’re not going to apologize for it. Kei rubs his thumb against your clit, using your own wetness to lubricate your swollen nub, his finger moving effortlessly against it. You can’t stop whimpering.

He doesn’t stop to ask if you’re ready, or prep your hole with fingers, he just starts sliding into you. He’s not even halfway inside of you when you decide that you’ll never be this full again. It takes your breath away. You can’t breathe, but you’re trying. You’re gasping for air as he inserts his entire length into you. “Kei, Kei, Kei, fuck, Kei.”

“I haven’t even started fucking you, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss into your leg next to his face as he slides completely into you, not stopping until his hips are pressed up against you. You’re waiting for him to let you adjust to how thick he is inside of you, but he doesn’t. He starts moving almost instantly, rocking his hips backwards and then thrusting into you completely. You’ve never had anything so deep inside of you before, not even your own fingers or a dildo.

Kei picks up the speed, rocking his hips into you repetitively, in such a rhythmic pattern that you’re already almost there. You know, and he does too, that all he has to do is angle just a bit down and he would be obliterating your g-spot. Even without it, you can feel your arousal heightening so high. His thumb is still rubbing circles into your clit. “Kei- Kei, I think, I-,” you breathe, stuttering over your words, so filled with cock and pleasure that your head is foggy.

“Already? You’re already going to cum? God, you really are starved of some good cock, aren’t you?” he teases, picking up speed even more. “I’m not even hitting your g-spot. I’m not ready yet. You’re going to cum without me even trying?”

You know you should feel embarrassed, but you’re not. You have no shame in letting yourself go. “Fuck, Kei, I’m coming, fuck.”

Your eyes squeeze shut. Your head presses back so far into the bed that you know how messy your hair is going to be. Your toes curls and your knuckles are white against the sheets. The entire time, no noise comes out of you, despite your mouth being completely agape. The pleasure is obliterating you. You can’t think of anything at all except for the pleasure. How good everything feels. Kei hasn’t stopped fucking you. He’s slamming into you as you ride your orgasm to completion. As soon as you’ve stopped cumming, you want to cum again. You need him to make it happen again.

“I’m not stopping until I’m finished. If that means that you’ve cum so many times that your orgasms hurt by the last one, then so be it,” he thrusts into you again and again. His hand has moved from your clit and is instead wrapped around your leg, using it as leverage to fuck into you even harder. Every time you think he can’t fuck you harder, he proves you wrong. He’s almost growling at this point, fucking you so deep and hard that you exhale every time he pounds into you.

“You’ll never cum from anyone else again,” he slams into you, “Every other guy that you ever take will never compare to me, will never be as good as me. Their cocks won’t fit inside you like mine does. They won’t fill you up as much as I can. I’m ruining you. I don’t even think you’ll be able to make yourself cum after this. Every time you want to feel pleasure, real pleasure, you’ll have to call and beg for it. When you’re in bed with Tadashi, so late at night, and he’s sleeping next to you, you’re going to have to call me and beg to meet up with me so that I can get you off.” His words are just making you get closer again. You know that he’s just talking dirty to you, but you know how much truth weighs in those words. He’s right.

“You know that, don’t you?” he asks, breathless from how relentlessly he’s fucking into you.

You nod at the sentence, still thinking repetitively over the words he said to you and how true each of them is. Kei reaches down to start rubbing your clit again. He can see you’re close. He can feel that you’re close. Your pussy is gripping his cock, the rigid, wet walls milking him as you have your second orgasm.

“Yes, yes, Kei, fuck. I’ll never feel this full ever again. Please, please, will you fill me after this time? Please, I can’t imagine never fucking you again. Please,” you moan through your orgasm. You want confirmation of something to look forward to. You need him again.

He laughs at how unapologetic you are at begging for him again before he’s even finished with you. He doesn’t answer but instead asks a question. “Tadashi fucks you doggy style, sometimes, doesn’t he?” He fucks you through the end of your orgasm.

You nod, hesitantly, still blown away by cumming twice already. “Sometimes,” you reply. Kei snickers.

“On all fours,” he directs you. “I was serious when I said I wanted to ruin you, baby.”

You assume the position on all fours, a position that Tadashi will sometimes have you take him in. You’ve never understood the hype around this position, but you’re hoping Kei teaches you. A sting spreads from your ass as Kei spanks you. You’re already feeling the hype. You whimper.

“Again?” he asks, smirking. You nod, wanting to feel the pain but knowing that he’s going to do it regardless. He spanks you again, harder this time. He doesn’t ask if you want it again, just spanks you for a third time, even harder. You won’t be able to sit tomorrow if he continues on. You kind of want him to continue on. You’re not met with another sting, but Kei’s cock thrust completely inside of you until his hips are pressed against your ass in one motion. You choke on your own breath, coughing in surprise.

He brings his hands up and snakes one into your hair, grabbing a fistful, and the other on your shoulder, using it to pull you back onto him. You hear your skin slap against his, hard. You can feel the sting on your ass from where Kei spanked you as it smashes against his thigh. He’s so deep inside you, you think you can feel him in your stomach.

Kei’s chest goes flush against your back. He whispers into your ear, “The next time he’s fucking you, you’re going to say my name.” It’s almost hypnotic, how low and intriguing his voice is. “You won’t be able to get me out of your mind,” he tells you, each thrust into you punctuating his words. He straightens back up, gripping your hips as he fucks into you. His fingertips are going to leave bruises. “Do you know why?”

You shake your head no. You want him to tell you why. You want him to say anything to you, anything at all.

“Because you’re my bitch,” he says so seriously, moving quicker as your wetness grew, slicking him even more at the sentence, “and Tadashi has never hit this…” Kei thrusts, angled into your g-spot. The sensation makes it feel like lava has erupted in your stomach. “and it’s all you’re going to think about when you’re in this position.” He knows exactly where it is and he won’t stop smashing the head of his cock into it repetitively. “How this is what it could’ve felt like, but he’ll never make you feel like this. So you’ll be thinking of me the entire time and you’re going to say my fucking name.”

It’s too much. Everything about this situation is too much. You’re speechless. You’re aware of every part of your body that Kei has gripped onto or smacked. Your eyes roll back into your head. You don’t even know what’s happening, only that Kei’s cock feels so good against your walls and slamming into your g-spot. You feel a warm sensation run down your legs slowly at first, but then explode onto the sheets beneath you and Kei’s cock and his lap as you scream for him. “Kei! Fuck! Yes, Kei. I won’t ever think of anyone else. Only you. Only you, Kei, fuck. Oh fuck.”

“Fuck, you just squirted all over my fucking cock, fuck.” For the first time tonight, Kei sounds like he can barely speak. He can’t think of a witty retort about how good he made you feel, he can only keep repeating those words. “Fuck, you squirted so fucking much all over me, baby. Fuck, good girl. Fuck.” He pulls himself out of you. If it weren’t for the mind-blowing orgasm you just had that you need a minute to recover from, you would’ve whined endlessly until he was back inside of you. Kei looks so focused right now and you’re realizing that his hand is on his cock, wrapped around right where his head meets his shaft, squeezing, not stroking. His chest is heaving and he’s swallowing excessively. He had to stop himself from cumming too early. (Define too early?) He’s made you cum 3 times already, feeling your pussy tighten around him as he didn’t even stutter, and has fucked you for over an hour, not even mentioning the abuse your throat went through.

You think he’s waiting for the sensation to pass before entering back inside you, but he drops to his knees, pulling your hips towards him. “You’ve earned this, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin. You feel his nose press up against your ass, his tongue sticking out and licking from your clit to your hole. He doesn’t use the tip like Tadashi does, he uses the flat side of his tongue, exploiting every part of the surface of his tongue. Your arms shake as he sticks his tongue into your hole, fucking it, moving his face back and forth. “Fuck, Kei.”

He moves back down to your clit, flicking it with the tip this time, fast, before sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue over it again and again as he suctions onto it. “Holy fuck. Oh my God.” Your face is down in the bed, your arms refusing to support you anymore. The sounds that are coming from behind you are almost enough to make you cum on their own. Kei is slurping all of the juices that he’s created since he first started touching you. You can’t see him, but the sounds are incredible. You can’t see him.

“Kei, Kei, can I lay on my back? Can I see your face? I want to see your face.” You know you’re not in any position to ask him for anything, but you hope he listens to you. You want to watch him eat you out so badly. He hums into your pussy, nodding as he flips you over, spreading your legs even further. He looks up at you, his mouth completely clamped over your entire pussy, his tongue working particularly hard, creating an insane amount of pressure on your clit, swirling around it, in between your lips and slit, fucking into your hole as deep as he can. His eyes never leave yours. You try to keep up with him, but it’s too fucking much. Your head falls backward, staring up at the ceiling. Kei’s arms reach up, grabbing onto your tits, rolling both of your nipples between his long fingers.

“Look at me,” he mumbles into your pussy quickly before continuing his expertise. You listen to him. It’s the least you can do. You look at him, your eyes watering at the pleasure that he’s creating for you. It sounds so messy, so sloppy, so fucking good .

“Don’t- Don’t stop. ‘M gonna-,” you moan so loudly that it scares you as Kei works even harder, sucking your clit into his mouth and nibbling it softly before using his entire mouth, his lips, his nose, his chin to rub against your pussy, spitting on it repeatedly to slick it up. “Fuck!” you’re screaming now and you can’t help the sensation release from you again, the clear liquid spraying from between your legs onto Kei’s face. You can’t even feel apologetic, but you don’t think he wants you to. He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit through your orgasm, you clench your thighs together, completely overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps rubbing your clit through the pain and into another wave of pleasure that quickly crashes into another orgasm. You’ve never come that quickly together before. There’s no squirt this time, only insane pleasure washing over you as you pant and scream Kei’s name.

You’re out of breath. You can barely move. You’re so tired from all of the times that you’ve come, but you know how hard Kei is and you know how badly you want his fucking cum.

“I want to be all the way inside of you,” Kei states. You’re confused and he can see the confusion on your face as he cleans his glasses with the blankets on the bed.

“How? I mean, like, weren’t you… already all the way inside me?” you ask him, innocently.

“Deeper,” he says, laying down on the bed next to you and flipping you on top of him so your soaked pussy lips are wrapped around his length. He grunts at the feeling. You lift off of him as much as you can muster with how weak you’re feeling right now. He helps you, grabbing onto your ass and lifting gently until you’re up high enough for him to line himself up with your hole.

“Sit,” he commands. You listen to him for the millionth time tonight, lowering yourself onto his cock. His cock hasn’t grown since he fucked you doggy style, but it feels so much bigger. It’s so much deeper inside of you as you’re seated on his cock. Your walls grip him on the way down.

“Fuck, you’re tight. How does Tadashi last so long in you?” he asks, genuinely wanting to know.

You laugh for the first time all night, “He doesn’t.”

He holds onto your hips, looking up at you and how breathtaking you are. Your tits are out, moving with every breath that you take. It makes Kei’s cock twitch inside of you. “Bounce on my cock, baby.” He’s asking so much of you with the state that you’re in right now, but he knows you’ll listen to him. “Be a good girl. Bounce on my cock. I’ve done all the work tonight, sweetheart.” That’s all it takes. You get a sudden surge of energy as you nod, using your knees in the bed as springs to slide up and down his cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. His fingernails dig into you again, bruising the already bruised skin. How are you going to explain all of these marks to Tadashi? You don’t even care at this point. You want Kei to keep making more. He’s guiding you up and down, though you’re doing most of the work. “Faster, baby, fuck.”

You listen. You bounce up and down on his cock faster, getting higher before slamming down against his lip. Your tits are bouncing just as wildly. He moves his hands from his hips to your tits, grabbing onto them and massaging them as you milk his cock. You purposefully tighten around him on the way up and relax on the way down. Your tight pussy desperately gripping at each inch of his length, coaxing the cum out of his cock. “God, fuck. Milk my cock, baby, yes.” Kei’s lines are becoming less demanding and more appreciative. They’re still commanding, but less harsh. He moves his hands back to your waist, lifting you almost completely off his cock, your head only tightly squeezing his head.

“Ready?” he asks. The bliss on his face is still there, but there’s so much devilish intent now too. You don’t have time to ask questions or to even tell him yes as he fucks up into you. His hips are moving so quickly up that even though your body isn’t moving, the ripples of energy are tearing through you, shaking them violently.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Kei.” You’re already there. You’re already ready to cum just from penetration alone.

“Not yet.” This is the hardest demand yet for you to listen to. “You can only cum when you feel my load fill you up.” You swallow hard, but nod frantically.

He’s grunting so loudly as he claps into your pussy from underneath you. He’s getting so deep inside of you with every thrust. You’re speechless. You’re so on the edge the entire time that he’s fucking you like this that you can’t focus on anything else. He pulls you down completely on his cock and stops thrusting for a second. He’s breathing heavy as he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you onto his chest, his cock still just as deep inside of you, but this time when he fucks into you, he hits you g-spot on the first thrust. “Kei, Kei, Kei,” you can’t stop saying his name, “I can’t- I can’t hold it.” You barely even notice the tears running down your cheeks as the pleasure is so built up inside of you.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, almost.” His thrusts are getting sloppy, his cock is pulsating, you feel so fucking good wrapped so tightly around his cock, but he needs to feel you cum. He needs to feel your pussy tense up as he drills into you, knowing that he’s the reason you look so pretty, your face contorting from pure pleasure. He wants to feel you milk him, coaxing his big fucking load out of his balls and deep inside you. He can make you cum. He doesn’t have to ask you. He can just make you cum, even despite you trying to be such a good girl and listen for him.

He holds your hips steady, slowing down for a few seconds, catching his own breath, letting himself relax. You’re both grateful and so sad about this. You’re grateful because you would have cum just then, but you’re sad because you wanted to cum so bad it hurt. He stills for a second and then he’s fucking into you again, but differently this time. His arms are shaking from holding you down against him so tightly, not letting you move, despite your numerous attempts to squirm, as he thrusts up into your tight, aching pussy mercilessly. You’re sobbing into his shoulder.

“I- I- I can’t hold it, Kei, please.” You’re trying to be so good for him. It’s making his balls tighten, but he doesn’t want to come yet. He can’t come until you milk it out of him. Do it. Cum, he thinks as he picks up speed, like sprinting the last half mile of a marathon. It’s as much as he can give and he wants it to be enough to push you over the edge without having to ask. You’ll feel so much better tightening around him while you apologize to him for not listening.

“I’m going to cum, Kei, please, please, please, I’m sorry, fuck. I can’t hold it any longer,” the string of words come out so fast that they practically overlap each other. You cum around his cock, your pussy throbbing, gripping so tightly onto his cock as he keeps up the intensity of his thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you scream out. You start repeating his name over and over again, unable to think of anything else in the world.

With your pussy clamping so hard down on his cock, it’s exactly what he needs. He feels his balls tighten, his cock throbbing inside of you as his hips start to stutter messily. “Fuck, sweetheart, fuck, you’re making me cum, fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips into you as hard as he can as he unloads inside of you, strings of cum filling up your insides, squeezing out of your pussy as he tries to fuck them deeper into you, but has already overfilled your abused pussy. He’s still cumming, feeling it leak out of his cock, when he pulls his cock from your pussy, letting it land on your ass and back down on his own cock. He slides his cock back into your pussy, going as deep as he can as before exhaling a final breath.

You’re both quiet for a second, not talking about anything that just happened, just breathing. You’re still pressed up against his chest, cum dripping out of your pussy and onto Kei. You know that you should both clean up, but you’ve never been this tired in your life. You can’t even roll off of him and you don’t think he could push you off.

“When will Tadashi be home?” he asks, panting, trying to regain himself.

“He doesn’t get back until tomorrow morning,” you hum happily, listening to his accelerated heartbeat. You don’t move, but he doesn’t ask you to move. Your breathing is more irregular than his is as you close your eyes. “Can we nap? I need to nap. That took so much out of me.”

Kei’s quiet for a moment. There’s no laugh or retort, he just nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and stroking your hair. He grabs the cleanest blanket that he can from where he’s pinned to the bed, draping it over top of both of you. You hum at the warmth. He knows that this is a part of the whole degradation thing, the comforting at the end. That’s why he’s doing it.

“Goodnight, Kei,” you smile up at him lazily, kissing his chest before laying it back down. “Oh, wait, Kei,” you look back up at him.

“Hm?”

That’s why he’s doing it.

“Thank you,” you smile at him, blinking slowly. You’re so tired that you don’t even notice his heart skip a beat as you thank him.

Right?

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Damon Salvatore x wife reader

Where all she does is wheeze

She laughs at everything and all she does is wheeze and snort while crying for like 30 minutes straight as Damon looks at her and can't stop himself from laughing

Everyone just walks into the Salvatore home and asks what she's laughing about as they start laughing

Damon just shrugs and says

"she saw something hilarious on her phone and now she won't stop wheezing."

And like a little part where he says

"that's my wife." Like a 'i married that thing' LOLL

I just need this, I wheeze so much that it's an issue

GIRL SAME.

Funny - Damon Salvatore

Warnings: none.

Damon never understood why you found the smallest things the most hilarious. It was strange to him that you could watch someone trip over and break into fits of laughter right before his eyes in the centre of town. Of course, he found similar things funny, but not in the way you did. It would be impossible to stop your fits of laughter once they began, and he just had to let you ride it out when they happened. It did make him feel good, however, that with every joke he told, you would burst into a cackling bundle of joy. He adored it, even when others found it a little strange.

It was one of those days when Damon entered the living room to you, sitting on the couch with your phone in hand. It all seemed normal, or as normal as it could be in the Salvatore house, when he heard a small snort from across the room. It came from you, he knew that much, and when he turned to get a good look at your figure, you were lost in the humour of whatever you'd just seen before he could stop it. You had collapsed lying on the couch now as you wheezed like you couldn't catch your breath. It was continuous and soon you fell from the piece of furniture, landing with a loud thump on the floor.

"What's got you this time?" He strolls up to you with an amount of swagger no one else can muster, but he's close to bursting out in laughter himself just at the sight of you on the floor. He snatches your phone from your hands, and you don't protest, slamming your hand on the carpet repeatedly as you continue to lose yourself in the situation. Damon eyes the screen of your phone, watching the video that had turned his wife into the wheezing mess that you were. It's a dog as far as Damon can tell, and as the video progresses, he watches said animal fall down a set of stairs. He watches the dog roll and smiles to himself, before turning his gaze to you again. "Funny dog?" He questions and you manage to lift your head enough to nod through your laughter. You've got tears streaming down your face now, and you're holding your stomach from the cramps of it all. And just like that, you've got Damon going too. He finds himself lost in laughter, crouching to the floor to try and lift you to your feet. "C'mon, up you get." It's hard for him to say because he can't entirely keep himself upright as he chuckles, but he manages as you grasp onto him tightly, still lost in your loud excessive wheezing.

"He—he fell. He just rolled." Your words come as gasps and Damon is cackling now, allowing you to collapse again because in truth there is no amount of strength that can keep you from rolling on the floor when you're like this.

"What the hell is going on?" Somehow Stefan has found his way into the room, a deep frown covering his features more than usual as he watches you roll around once more, unable to stop. Damon turns his head, grinning wide at his brother.

"She saw a dog fall down some stairs, it really got her going." He snorts as he says it, thinking about the video himself, and the way you're currently reacting to it. You've spent years with Damon doing things like this, and he remembers the day he made fun of the way Stefan decided to dress for your and Damon's wedding day. You'd absolutely lost it at the altar, and it took around twenty minutes to get the ceremony back on track.

"She's going this crazy over a dog?" Stefan is leaning against the doorframe looking more than just unimpressed, though Damon is loving the show of it all, especially the quiet moments where you try and catch your breath, only to continue laughing seconds later.

"It wasn't just any dog Stefan; it was a dog falling down some stairs." Damon pats his brother on the shoulder as he approaches, standing beside him as he watches you work yourself up over the thing. His face aches with the length of time he's spent grinning, and he finds himself chuckling again as you let out a long, loud wheeze. And then you go quiet, breathing slowly as you calm down. But Damon loves the sound of your laugh, the genuine sound of your joy, so he starts you up again.

"He just rolled down those stairs, right baby?"

"He rolled!" You shout back, the last syllable morphing into yet another wheeze before your back at it, rolling around and grasping your cramping stomach.

"You seriously married her, you know that right?" It's Stefan again, and his gaze goes back and forth between your figure and Damon's, entirely confused by the whole situation. Damon seems to smile wider at the mention of that because the concept of forever with you, and a hundred more moments like this just sounds perfect to him.

"Hell yeah, I did. That's my damn wife." And Stefan doesn't understand it, but Damon couldn't care less as he moves forward to meet you again, crouching at your side once more. He pulls you up into a sitting position, and you grasp his arms, as you try and keep yourself steady.

"He was so cute, but he just couldn't make it down those stairs." You're still gasping, your words coming in short bursts as you wheeze over and over, laughing until your ribs feel as though they're on fire, and Damon joins you because he can't think of anything better.

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abbysbitch · 1 year

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mean!dom abby

moans so loud

a/n: thank u anon, again sorry for how long this took me to get out. when i see mean i go crazy. also this is all lowercase (i'm putting this bc ik ppl get mad sometimes) hope u enjoy :)

wc: 1.6k (god im sorry lmfao)

cw: brat tamer abby, name calling (whore, stupid slut, brat, princess, pretty girl), pussy slapping, face slapping, cunnilingus, use of strap on, use of mommy kink, tiniest bit of a breeding kink.

you had been out all night with abby and happened to get a little tipsy. oblivious to you the alcohol made you extremely flirtatious towards everyone, and she wasn't having one bit of it.

abby had found you dancing a little too close to manny for her liking- and knowing him she wanted you out. asap.

grabbing you in by your waist from behind, she spins you around, way too fast for how much you had drank, leaving you all ditzy and disoriented.

"o-oh, hey abby," you hiccup between slurred words. "whatcha doin'?" you look up at her with pupils the size of the moon and she almost felt bad. Almost.

"how much have you had to drink babe?" she asks, looking at your red solo cup that has the smallest amount of liquor left in it. 'uhh-um, not toooo much," you reply, lids droopy and mouth wet from the drink you just sipped.

"oh yeah? not too much but you're rubbing all up on manny like you aren't mine?" she whispers in your ear, making you all dizzy- anticipating what was next as your clenched your thighs close.

shaking her head, abby takes the solo cup out of your hand and dumps it out onto the floor. "what th- what the fuck abby? i wasn't done with that!" and with a grab way too firm to be lovingly, she holds your wrist and drags you towards the doors of the small building.

"we're leaving," and before you could say anything she continues,

"and keep your little mouth shut from here on out. wouldn't want any more punishment than you're already getting, would you pretty girl?"

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the walk back to her house was silent and you were fiening with anticipation. you loved it when abby got like this, all possessive and mean, but especially now when your want was fueled by the alcohol in your system- legs wobbling and heat all throughout your body. not to mention how god awfully wet you were the entire way back.

her hold on you was still tight, probably bruising by now, making your skin all sensitive to the touch. reaching her house, she quickly opens the door and escorts you inside.

"bedroom, now. want you all ready for me, okay?" she goes, and with a nod you turn down the hall into her bedroom. sitting on the floor you undress, everything off except for your panties and bra. When she would get in these moods she'd always want you in the same position, on your knees in front of the bed. waiting for her made you whine silently in need, rubbing your thighs against one another, trying to calm the fire that's slowly growing inside you.

abby walks into the bedroom, seeing you in your place she hums in contentment, and takes her own right in front of you. "think my girls been a little bad today, what would you say, hm?" she says in a falsely comforting tone. "'m sorry abby, let me make it up to you." you say, pouting.

"you'll make it up to me, huh." she replies with a condescending tone as she grips your face, hand taking purchase on your chin, tilting you upwards slightly. "i don't think you're really sorry, though." she mocks. "open your mouth baby," she goes and you obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. she bends over slightly, getting closer to you and spits, a long glob of saliva going straight into your mouth. she takes your chin again and closes your mouth for you, watching as you swallow.

"if only you were this good and obedient all the time," she starts, leaning down even more to get closer to your lips, barely brushing against them, making you lean closer to try and capture them in yours, but she pulls back immediately. "but you have to go out and be a dumb little whore when i'm not around, don't you?" and you drop your head in embarrassment.

"abby, i said 'm sorry, i didn't mean to" you respond, but she quickly grabs your hair, yanking it to make you hold her gaze.

"i never asked for a response, did i?" she sternly demands, leaving you to shake your head towards her.

"what's the safeword?" she says and you quietly go,

"red."

"good girl."

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now, abby has you pinned underneath her, arms caging you in so all you can see is her and her fake cock absolutely drilling into you, the room filled with the sounds of your combined panting and the slick sounds your cunts making as she fucks into you at an unfathomably fast pace.

"abby, fuck- 's too much," you whine as your grab onto her biceps, digging crescent moons into the skin. "awh, i thought you wanted more?" she imitates, making a point to brush up against your clit with every thrust causing you to let out a strangled moan.

"since you've been such a brat tonight, don't you think you deserve it?" she goes on, and when you whine instead of responding with words she harshly grabs your face and says "answer me." but when you take too long to answer she slaps you, not too hard but enough to bring you back and say, "'m sorry abby, yes i deserve it- shiiiit." and you continue to blabble incoherent sentences as she keeps her assault on your guts.

"suckin' me so deep," she presses on your lower stomach, "can feel you up here huh? does it feel good baby?" and you can. feel her so far inside you it doesn't feel real. "gonna fuckin' fill you up, swear to god," she goes and you moan even louder at the thought of her filling you up- you know she can't but god do you wish she can in this moment.

"more abby- more-" you start but before you can say more you're cut off by her stopping completely, sliding out of you in one go with a groan. "you're so fuckin' greedy baby, if you want it so bad, beg." she spits, cupping your leaking pussy and god- she might break at the sight.

"please mommy, i need it sooo bad, god please fuck me," you sniffle, and at the name you called her she slaps your cunt, causing you to yelp before she dips down and kisses your clit sweetly. "good job, that wasn't so hard now was it princess?" and she comes back up to nip at your jaw and neck, and finally kisses you as she slides back in with no resistance, moaning with you at the feeling of your cunt swallowing her dick, entirely.

your lips practically eating eachother whole, the scene could fit right into a porno, god it was so erotic. tongues fighting for dominance against one another, and teeth clashing in a mess of saliva that was dripping down from your chin and to your neck.

she picks up her pace after a couple thrusts and you're already so dumb off her cock- even though you had just had it mere seconds before. "fu-fuck mommy, feels s'good" you whine nonsensically, feeling your core tighten with each thrust of her hips and brush of her strap against your clit.

"yeah, it feels good huh baby?" and when you don't respond she continues, "you're such a stupid slut all on my cock aren't you? taking me so fucking good, my stupid- stupid fucking slut." she punctuates the nickname with thrusts that hit sooo deep you see stars.

she lifts up your hips with one arm and takes a pillow from the bed- putting it underneath you to hit a deeper spot. you whine between thrusts at the new position and say "want you to fill me up, mommy- need it bad." and she stills for a second at the confession, and fucks into you even harder.

"yeah? want mommy to fill you up with her cum?" she grunts and all you can respond with are whimpers and sobs of her name, mommy and strings of curses.

with the way the strap was secured to her body, she was getting just the right amount of friction from fucking you that she was close too. moans and grunts spilled from her mouth along with praises to you as she fucked into you harder- and somehow deeper. her want took over and she was pounding you- no, she was rearranging your guts.

your cunt spasming against her dick as your high comes closer, oh ever so closer, you being unaware but abby- oh she knows. she can feel every clench of your pussy against her, every drag against your walls and every spill of your juices all on her. "gonna cum for me?" she goes and with your nod she's already dropping down to your ear, nipping the skin and whispering "yeah, cum with me, cum all over mommys fucking cock."

It hits you like a train, stars appearing in your vision- if you could even see at this point, cunt simultaneously pulsing with your clit around abby, mouth wide open but no sounds coming out and arching your back so hard it could snap in half. abby slows her hips, as she reaches her high at the same time, letting you both ride out as much of your orgasms as you can, and when you finally come back to she slowly slides out of you with a curse from her mouth and a whimper from yours.

"think you learned your lesson, baby?" she says as she takes off the harness and lies down next to you, grabbing your naked form and holding it against her while rubbing circles on your hips.

"yeah, i think so." you slur, still in the aftershock of your orgasm, being barely able to form words.

"lets go get cleaned up, okay?" she says sweetly as she kisses your forehead, nose and then lips, and you just respond with an "okay".

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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The Sweet Taste of Relief

Pairing: Big Daddy Elvis x Reader

Word Count: 2,010 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUT Pregnancy kink, breastfeeding kink, tiny bit of dirty talking, little sprinkle of a mommy kink, oral (m receiving), little bit of fluff.

Author's Notes: I don't know I just felt like writing something dirty tonight. So, thank you to the bestie who requested this dirty little fic. I enjoyed writing it! Not sure who to tag in this. So yeah.

You stood in front of the full body mirror running your hands over your dress and resting them against your belly as you continued to stare because it seemed as if your belly had grown even more. You gently rubbed your hands against your swollen bump, smiling to yourself when you felt the baby moving. You and Elvis had been together for nearly ten years, the two of you decided to wait to have children because of his career and him being gone so much. But you felt like it was never going to happen and you weren’t getting any younger, so you told Elvis you wanted to start trying for a baby. He knew it was something you really wanted and so did he and after months of trying you finally had gotten what you wanted. You were six months pregnant and between the highs and lows of pregnancy you couldn’t have been happier. Elvis was already being the best daddy and spoiling the little life inside of you and always singing to your belly as well as taking care of you and getting you whatever you needed. He wouldn’t let you do anything without him. As your belly got bigger so did everything else like your hips, ass and breasts. It wasn’t any secret that Elvis had noticed the change in your body and constantly made comments about how he loved the way you looked, especially your breasts. He couldn’t keep his eyes off them and sometimes you wore low cut tops just to tease him a bit and it always drove him wild.

As the two of you sat in bed Elvis watched his favorite shows and you flipped through one of your maternity magazines marking things that you felt you may need for the baby. You started to feel a bit of discomfort in your breasts and you placed one of your hands against your right breast and let out a soft groan feeling how tender it all was. Elvis heard your groan and glanced over at you with his eyebrows raised and glanced down to see you squeezing your breasts with your hand and he captured his lip between his teeth before he cleared his throat. “Everythin’ okay, honey?” Elvis asked as he continued to watch you feel up your swollen breasts. You looked over at him and smiled a bit as you nodded.

“Mhm..” you mumbled softly not wanting to tell him what’s wrong.

You didn’t even think to buy a pump because you had no idea that you’d be producing milk so soon. Just the smallest movement had you groaning in pain and in desperate need of some relief. It was pretty obvious to Elvis that things were not okay and he shut the television off and turned to you and he stared back down at your breasts that were completely engorged. He licked over his lips at the delightful sight as he figured out just what you needed when he began to notice the wet stains forming on your nightgown because your nipples had begun to leak.

Elvis’ eyes widened at the sight and this only turned him on. You let out a soft whimper at the feeling of the warm milk leaking from your nipples and providing a small amount of relief. Suddenly Elvis had an idea. This had been an idea he had for quite some time as he began to notice your growing breasts and knowing milk would soon follow. He wasn’t sure how’d you take the request. But he had been curious about how your milk tasted and had the strong urge to latch onto one of your nipples. “Uh, baby, I think I know how I can help you..” Elvis hummed. You raised an eyebrow at his words, curious as to how he could help.

“H-How?” you said softly as another groan left your lips.

“Well.. Uh.. How’d you feel about me nursing from you? Whenever you need it, I’d do it. I-I think it would be good for both of us.” Elvis replied.

You furrowed your brow at his suggestion. You weren’t sure how to respond to that or even how you felt about the thought of him nursing from you. But the more you thought about the more discomfort you felt as your nightgown became stained from your milk. You didn’t seem to have any other choice and you weren’t naive. You noticed the look of excitement on his face from the very sight of your milk dripping from you and ruining your clothes. “I-I guess that would be okay. It may actually help a lot..” you responded with a small smile.

Elvis’ face lit up at your answer and he smiled as he sat up. “Sit back, baby.” he hummed as he grabbed a few pillows to rest behind you and get you comfortable. You did as he asked and sat back comfortably against the pillows. “Pull your nightgown down, honey.” he uttered. You nodded at his words and slowly slipped the straps of your nightgown down your shoulders and then you tugged the front of your gown down revealing your leaking engorged breasts to him. He captured his bottom lip between his teeth at the beautiful sight of the droplets of milk that leaked from your hard nipples. Elvis reached for another pillow and he laid it across your lap as he made himself comfortable against the pillow and he glanced up at you with a smile and you smiled back at him, running your fingers through his hair as you took a deep breath. Elvis licked the milk that dripped onto his lips and he was taken by surprise just how sweet and warm it was. You watched as he parted his lips and wrapped them around your left nipple. You let out a low groan from the small pain that followed as he latched onto your nipple and he slowly began to suck. The warm milk filled his mouth and he gulped it down, he couldn’t get over the sweet taste of it and he tightened his mouth around your nipple as he sucked faster.

You let out a soft sigh of relief as the pressure subsided and you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Elvis glanced up at you seeing the satisfying look on your face. It was hard to hide just how much he was enjoying this. He reached over to fondle your other breast that was still leaking small droplets of milk over me and he pinched your nipple and watched as the milk squirted out and you groaned loudly. “Elvis!” you squealed. He pulled away and glanced up at you, chuckling softly.

“How’s my baby feelin’?” Elvis hummed.

“Much better, honey.” you said with a smile.

Elvis grinned at your words. “Mm, there’s still so much left..” he hummed as he latched onto your other leaking nipple sucked even harder this time which caused a slight moan to escape you as your fingers tangled in his hair. He was practically drunk off the taste of your milk that he wanted more. He continued to suckle at your breast hungrily and you began to notice the bulge forming in his pants. You bit your lip for a moment seeing how hard he’d gotten from this. You continued to brush your hand through his dark hair as your other hand slid beneath his pajama bottoms.

“Let me give you some relief, baby..” you cooed.

He nodded at your words and he groaned softly against your breast as he felt your delicate hand brush against his hard cock and you wrapped your fingers around his large member and slowly began to pump his cock in your hand and you felt him playfully bite at your nipple and you let out another soft moan as he gulped your milk down, some of it spilling from the corners of his mouth as he groaned louder feeling your hand tighten around his cock and stroking him faster. You giggled softly as an idea came to your head. “You’re such a good boy not wasting a drop of mommy’s milk and letting her milk you. I promise not to waste a single drop of what you give me..” you whispered to him. His eyes widened at your words, he certainly wasn’t expecting that and it only furthered his arousal. You let out a soft whine as he drank you dry and he released your nipple from his mouth and licked up the excess milk that leaked from your nipples. He stared up at you soft moans leaving him as he glanced down to see your hand pumping his cock. You sat up against the bed and patted his side of the bed.

“Come lay down for me, baby.” you hummed as you pulled your hand out of his pants. He had a slight pout on his lips. “Shh, mommy’s gonna reward you for making her feel better.” you said softly. He grinned at your words and he sat up and laid beside you and then you fixed your top and moved between his legs, tugging his pajama pants down to reveal his hard cock that sprang out and lightly slapped against his stomach. You licked your lips and grasped his cock once again in your hand and you parted your lips, stuck your tongue out and swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and you could feel him twitching against your mouth and you let out a soft, “Mmm” as you tasted his precum on your tongue and you continued to lick every last drop before guiding his cock into your warm mouth and you tilted his head back against the pillows and he let out the loudest moan feeling your mouth wrapped firmly around him and you slowly took him deep into your mouth until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged softly against him as you began to bob your head sucking his cock nice and slow as you took him deep each time and gagging.

“F-Fuck.. Baby.. Y-You’re gonna make me cum..” he mumbled between his moans and his eyes rolled back as he reached down to grab a handful of your hair. Your left hand gripped onto his right thigh as you took him deep and swallowed his cock down as you gagged and choked around him and you felt him tugging at your hair now as his breathing grew heavy and his body twitched as he moaned loudly when he reached his orgasm and the moment he did you felt his warm cum glide down your throat and you slowly pulled him out of your mouth gagging softly as you did, but as promised making sure you didn’t waste a drop of his cum as you swallowed it all and even licked up the bit that was left behind on his cock. “Goddamn, baby.” he grunted.

“Told ya I wouldn’t waste not one drop!” you said as you glanced up at him and giggled. You felt his strong hands grab you and pull you up to him and you laid comfortably on top of him, kissing him deeply. He ran his hands along your wide hips until they were over your ass and he gave it a tight squeeze. He loved you being pregnant there was so much more of you to love.

You pulled back from the kiss but only enough that your lips were lingering over one another and you brushed your hand gently against his cheek. “I’ll feed you anytime you’d like, my love.” you whispered to him. He smiled at your words, stealing another kiss from your soft lips.

“You’ll have me completely infatuated with your milk.” Elvis mumbled.

“Mm, is that so? Maybe next time you’ll share a taste with me.” you giggled before kissing him once again and he nodded at your words as he embraced you tighter and he kissed you passionately. This idea of his had some benefits to it.

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tickles-28 · 1 year

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This is a 4 Part series i wrote for someone at the start of the pandemic, who shared my love for the darker elements of tickling 🙈

TW - Kidnapping, drugging.

This is all 4 parts in one, strap in for a ride folx! 🫠 Feedback is always welcome, either through comments here or by DM 😊 Enjoy!

Part 1 - The Meeting

We decided we were finally going to meet, and agreed to at one of your favourite coffee spots. i knew what you liked, so i ordered it for you and was patiently waiting your arrival. You walk through the door in an adorable strappy sundress, begin to look around for me, so i put my hand up and wave at you to direct you my way. We make a little awkward small talk at the shop for a while, and i then ask if you want to go for a drive to a nice quiet location so that maybe we could get to know each other a little better, and talk openly without so many listening ears around. As we start to walk to the car, you notice you're feeling a little drowsy, and are having a hard time keeping your eyes open. i ask if everything's alright, and you mention suddenly not feeling great, and apologetically asked if i could drop you off at home and reschedule. i smile wickedly as i help you into your seat, and that's the last thing you remember before drifting to sleep in the vehicle.

You awake to a light breeze over your pale bare skin, but everything is still dark. You try to get up, but you soon realize that you're completely helpless, exposed, and vulnerable as you try to wiggle even the smallest amount. Your arms are bound at the wrists and pulled tightly overhead, and your elbows are tied out to the sides of the bed for extreme immobility. You can feel your nipples swelling from the breeze, and from your mind being trapped in this dark space, wondering what's going to happen to you. You try to squirm again, but there's just no use. The only part of your body that you seem to have any control over, are your fingers and your head. There are bonds around your waist pulling tightly to the edges of the bed, thigh ties to keep them spread wide, and bonds at your knees to keep you from closing your legs. Lastly, those adorable little feet are tied at the ankles to the corners of the bed, with every tiny toe tied back to a stock-like device around each ankle. You are almost 100% immobile.

You hear a door open, as another breeze hits your skin from the swinging motion. Footsteps grow closer, the door slams shut, and you jump from the sound.

"WHERE AM I? WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! LET ME GO!" you start yelling at your captor, confused as to where you are, or who you're with. Darkness still consumes you, and you're realizing now that you're blindfolded. Its then suddenly pulled away, and your eyes struggle to adapt to the light, but you can see a figure looming over you. Your eyes finally adjust, and you see that the figure is me. You immediately start to frantically pull at your restraints, as you're sure you know what torture is coming for you.

"Awwww, looks like you're scared sweetie. I thought this is what you wanted?" an evil grin spreads widely across my face. "We've been talking about it for ages now, so when you finally agreed to meet up for coffee, I figured this would be my best, and possibly only chance to get you exactly where I want you." You start struggling again, seeing if there's a weakness in the bonds you didn't feel last time, but they're just too tight. You're not getting away from this.

"Please, whatever you want from me, i'll give you money... how much do you want? i don't know if i can go through with this, i need more time. Please don't do this!" You start to plead for me to let you go, but how would you know that's just music to my ears. The helplessness in your eyes is addicting, and fueling me to begin my torture.

"Mmmm, yes, please... beg for me to not do what I'm going to do to you. You don't even know what I'm going to do yet, do you? Well, you do, and you don't. You have no idea where my first methodical nail drag will be. You don't know what sensitive part of your body I'm going to attack first. Will it be your feet? Nah, that's too easy, don't want to wear you out right away, I have SO many plans to fulfill! But first, I'm going to put this blindfold back on so you can't see what's coming. Won't that be so much fun for you? Also, feel free to scream and cry as loud as you'd like, we're kind of in the middle of nowhere, so... you know that phrase about no one hearing you scream, right?" You begin to whimper as i reach for your face to adjust the blindfold back over your eyes, and just like that, your world goes dark again.

Part 2 - So It Begins

As i pull the blindfold back over your eyes, your heart begins to race. You know you're in for it, and there's absolutely nothing you can do or say to get yourself out of this situation. As terrified as you are, you can also feel yourself growing increasingly aroused. i was right after all, this IS exactly what you wanted.

"Now... where oh where should I begin?" i slowly pace around your bound body, admiring my handy work, how tight you're spread out, how immobile you are. i draw out my pacing, as i bring my body close enough to yours that you feel my presence, but i don't make contact. You squirm in anticipation, wondering when your inevitable torture will begin.

i startle you as i climb on to the bed with you, and straddle your waist. Not sitting on you, but perched on top of you.

"Are you ready?" i ask, already knowing the answer.

"No, please... please don't, i can't do this!!" you plead.

"Mmm, perfect." You can hear the smile in my tone.

i lean over you and use two fingers to slowly trail my way from your wrists to your elbows, sending goosebumps through you almost immediately with the first sensations. Then, i start trailing those fingers from your elbows to just above your armpits, creating shivers throughout your body.

"Aw, is the anticipation killing you? Do you just want me to get it over with already and start my attack? I'm very much enjoying watching you try to squirm like this though."

You whimper, but don't answer me.

"Playing silent hmm? I'll fix that!"

And just like that, all ten fingers start flicking and poking at your exposed armpits, digging and prodding as you try to thrash around.

"AAAHHHHH NOOOO PLEEEASSSEE NOOOTT THEEEERRREEEE!!!" You scream, as you toss your head back and forth, and clench your hands, trying to focus on anything but the tickling.

"Yes, keep begging dear, it's not going to help you one little bit. I'm going to tickle you as fast as I want, as hard as I want, for as long as I want. I could do this for hours!! How do you feel about that?" I throw my head back in laughter as my fingers keep working away at your delicate underarms, changing my pressure, only using my nails, then digging back in with rigorous, hard prods as you continue to try to buck underneath me.

"PLEEAASSEE NOO, I CAAAN'T TAAAKEE ITTTT, NOOTT HOOUURRSS!!"

"Oh we're just starting, you don't know what's coming!"

i continue my assault on your poor, helpless armpits for another few minutes as you continue to slowly lose your mind, and then begin to work my way down your to your sides. i'm now sitting on your pelvis assisting in your inability to squirm.

"Please, please give me a break, I can't breathe!" You breathlessly plead.

"You're still talking, aren't you? You must still be breathing!"

i start playing your ribs like a xylophone, making sure i get my fingers between each one, and rubbing them up and down, watching you explode in more intense laughter with each finger movement.

"NOOOOOOO OHH MYY GOOODDDD PLEEAAASSEEEE!" Your face and chest are red and sweaty from your futile struggle attempts. i stop my ambush for a moment.

"I think I want you to see what's coming next, I'm going to take off this blindfold now."

i lean over and remove the black cloth, and you blink in multiples, again trying to adjust to the light. You feel me get off the bed, and then you see me standing at the side of the bed with something in my hand.

"You obviously know what this is, right? All girls know what these magical things are." i wave a Magic Wand hypnotically by the cord back and forth as your eyes follow the motion.

You mutter out a very quiet; "Yes."

A sinister grin appears on my face as you answer.

"So then you know what I'm going to do with it, right?"

The shade of blush that spread across your cheeks was incredibly bright.

"Yes." You can't maintain eye contact at this point, your eyes are darting around the room, trying to escape my gaze as your clit starts to twitch.

CLICK

bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The low hum of the vibrations fill the room, and your body tenses as you feel me return to the bed with you.

"Such a pretty pussy you have." i pet the outside of your lips, and as i get to your opening, i notice your wetness.

"Oohh, would you look at that. Looks like someone is enjoying themselves. Just like i expected."

You blush even more, and turn your head away, staring at a wall to avoid looking at me.

i start to part your lips and place the head of the wand directly on your clit, sending intense waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. You moan, and try to arch your back to ease into the sensations, but just like that, it's over. i pull the vibrator away. You whimper in annoyance.

"Oh lovely, you're so incredibly reactive. I've got something perfect in mind!" i put down the vibrator on the bed, and hop off to fetch something in another room.

Back in a flash, i appear with more rope. i begin to fasten the vibrator very snug to your clit, tying the rest of the vibrator to the inside of your thigh. Stepping off the bed, i look at my work and start evilly clapping.

"Goodie! Now, see this?" i show you a combination dimmer/timer control in my hand.

"This little beauty is AMAZING! So, I'm going to put this on a 10 second timer for a period of 1 hour. What's going to happen is; the vibrator will turn on for that 10 seconds at different speeds, then it'll turn off for 10 seconds, and then it'll turn back on for 10 seconds, and then... I'm pretty sure you get it."

Your expression is amazing, a beautiful mix of fear, panic, and arousal. Knowing you're going to be torturously kept on edge for an hour, not being able to cum from just 10 seconds of vibrations at a time, all while enduring more tickle torture.

i set the timer, and flick the switch, as the vibrations start to tickle your exposed clit once again. You don't have enough time to experience the pleasure, because in no time at all, i'm back straddling you attacking your armpits. Your moans are confused and filled with laughter as the vibrator turns on and off, building you up, then cutting you off.

"NOOO PLEEAASSEEE MAAAKEEE ITTTT STTOOOPPP!!!" You pound the back of your hands on the bed and throw your head all over, trying to feel anything other than the tickles and the intense throbbing of your clit, as your wetness starts to leak into your ass.

i start to twirl my fingers from your armpits over to your rock hard nipples, flicking and pinching them just enough to send direct surges to your clit.

"OHH FUUUCKK." You shudder as the sensations from your nipples add an entire new level of how intense your clit is pulsating. My middle fingers dance furiously over your nipples, flicking them back and forth, up and down, little pinch, little nibble, all while the vibrator works away in ten second intervals. Bringing you just close enough, but stopping RIGHT before you're about to cum. Ten more seconds and the torture starts all over.

i reach down and turn off the timer. Thinking to yourself; "Has it been an hour already?"

Seeing that questioning look in your eyes, i quickly laugh an unsettling laugh.

"Oh, do you think we're done? That was just your warm up, I haven't even gotten to those delicious little feet yet! I'm just going to switch the timing on this thing a little."

That look of fear and arousal washes over your face again as you realize that you truly don't know how long this torture is going to last, and all you can do is lay there, try to thrash as the tickling becomes too extreme, but then try to cum as the vibrations underwhelm your clit.

"I think I might just leave you here for a little bit while the timer does its thing. You'll be an oversensitive hot mess once I come back in, oh I don't know, let's say another hour or so? But don't worry, my roommate is on their way home from work. She isn't as into the tickle torture as much as she has an insatiable love for orgasm control, so she'll be stepping in for me while I go run a few errands. Your nipples and clit will now be at her mercy until I return, which she has none by the way. THEN the real fun will begin when both of us start working on you together! Oh I'm so excited." i hop up and down, clapping beside the bed, as i hear the main door close.

"Perfect timing, look who's home." Your vision is again dark as i pull the blindfold over your eyes. You can hear a second set of footsteps from down the hall, and the familiar breeze as the door opens again.

Part 3 - The Roommate

"Looks like someone's been having fun while I've been at work all day." An unfamiliar voice enters the room, and the tone is unsettling.

"Well hello to you too. Don't get grumpy with me, I told you I'd be working her over a bit before you got home."

The other voice sighs.

"You're right, sorry. Bad day at work, shouldn't take it out on you."

"You're right, you shouldn't. Buuuuut look who's here that you CAN take that out on?!" i say, as i motion towards you like one of the Barker Girls on The Price Is Right.

She snickers.

"How much has she had already?"

"Only a little over an hour."

"HAH, oh yeah she's good for a while then. Thanks for edging her a bit for me already too, I'm going to really enjoy this after the day I've had."

Your panic level is rising by the second hearing them talk like you aren't even there, forever left wondering what's going to happen to you next.

"So, you'll be back in how long? An hour or so you said?"

"Yeah, twenty minute drive to town, go grab things for dinner, then twenty minute drive home. Shouldn't be more than an hour. You two have fun! We'll have even more fun altogether once I'm back too." You can't see it, but you can hear the devilish smile in my words.

The other voice chuckles.

"Oh don't you worry, we'll be having so much fun she'll be crying by the time you get home. Promise!"

"Don't break her, I still want more time with her too you know." And with that, the door closes, and you're left hearing the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your head. The vibrator turns off, and you let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Hello darling. You can refer to me as The Devil, You Bitch, I Hate You, or anything of that matter, I'm sure you catch the drift. You're going to plead, and cry, and scream, and beg to cum, and guess what? I'm gonna say no. Each and every time. This is going to be the most intense edging of your life cutie, and I'm so happy to be the one to do it!" Her voice is stern, but joyful. You're still terrified, but still incredibly wet.

"Let's get rid of this vibrator for now. I have a few other methods of making you squirm." She starts to untie the vibrator from your leg, as she reveals your incredibly swollen clit.

"Oh damn, she really worked you over good, didn't she?" She lightly dips a finger inside you, then rubs your wetness all over your pussy. As she glazes across your throbbing clit, you let out a small whimper. She laughs in delight.

"Perfect, let me go get my tools." You feel her leave the bed, as the breeze hits you from the opening door. Your nipples grow harder as you shiver in your bonds.

*SLAM*

Not being able to see anything, you're realizing you're startled easier, as you jump at the slamming door again. You hear a zipper.

"Alright let's see here, which one shall I choose? Ah yes, this one will do the trick."

The bed moves as the stranger returns, positioning themselves between your legs. She grabs at your lips, and attaches what feels like a clothespin to either side of your pussy. As she begins to pull the clothespin, you realize it's attached to a string, which is now being tied around your thigh. She matches the same tie around your other thigh, and just like that, your clit is as exposed as its ever been. You can feel her breath on your clit, she's smelling you. She opens her mouth, and gives you one long firm tongue lick from hole to clit. You moan heavily as the feeling of a wet mouth is welcome on your swollen pussy.

"Oh wow, you taste fantastic. I can't get ahead of myself though, there'll be lots of tonguing of that clit in a while. But for now..." As she began to trail off, you feel something softly brush over your clit. What was that? It comes again, just as light, almost tickling.

"Oh god! What is that?!"

"Oh, she speaks! Well my dear, this is a small, but wide, paint brush. I'm going to sit here and paint your little clit until it's an even darker shade of red than it already is!" Again, sounding so joyful in explaining her torture.

"No, please make it stop, I already need to cum so bad, I've been on edge forever!!" She laughs at your weak begging.

"Oh please hunny, you've only been kept like this for an hour she said. You've got plenty of time left in you before you REALLY need to cum."

She dips the bristles into your wetness every so often, making sure she has a slippery surface to paint on. Painting in circles, back and forth, small brush strokes, long brush strokes. Was she an artist? It felt like she knew this brush very well. Or has she practiced this torture enough that she has gotten this good at it? Either way, you're starting to lose your mind. She can already read you so well that even if you tried to sneak an orgasm past her, you'd have no luck. She was perfect at taking the brush away just right before that point of no return. You finally cry out;

"FUCK PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME CUM, I CAN'T TAKE THIS! MY PUSSY IS ON FIRE YOU BITCH!!" Tears begin to well in your eyes, but you don't want to blink, because you don't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry if the tears fall through the blindfold. She did promise she'd get you there after all. But it's too late, she can hear the crackling in your voice.

"Yeeessss... just where I want you. Now is where the real fun begins." The clit painting stops, as you try to compose yourself.

You feel her get off the bed for a second, and returns quickly as you feel the vibrator being strapped into place again. There's no way you're going to not be able to cum from this. What was she thinking?

"So, i've gone ahead and switched up the time frame on this hear controller thingy she showed you earlier. You're now going to get two seconds of the lowest vibration setting, followed by fifteen seconds of nothing. While that's happening, I'm going to sit up here, and play with these delicious little rock hard nipples of yours!"

*CLICK*

*bzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

And just like that, it was over. But it almost made you cum. Now to wait fifteen seconds to get another jolt of pleasure, but as it turned off, is when she starts her assault on your nipples. Painting one with the brush she used on your clit, and twisting the other between her thumb and forefinger.

*bzzzzzzzzzzzz*

Over again. More nipple play. Switching her methods of attack, adding her mouth and tongue, flicking them back and forth inside her wet mouth, as the vibrator continues on its two second zap to your intensely swollen, and still wide open pussy.

"PLEASE, NO MORE, I CAN'T. SHE SAID NOT TO BREAK ME!"

She bursts out in a hysterical laughter.

"Oh now you've done it. You know, I'm really not one for tickling people, but you're getting sassy, and I need to remind you who's in charge here." Her hands come off your nipples, and as the vibrator still keeps you so utterly close to orgasm, she begins to assault your armpits, ribs, and hips, while you try to buck away from the incredible overload of sensations.

"FUUUUUCK NOOOOOOO OH MY GOODDDDDDD PLEASE NOOOOOOO!!"

You can't help it anymore, you're crying and screaming, begging so loudly that your throat hurts. But it's all for nothing. She doesn't care, she keeps raking her fingers in the hollows of your ribs, poking and prodding at your hips, and methodically fingering your armpits. You feel like you're about to pass out, you can't catch a full breath.

"PLEEEAAASSSEE STOPPPPP I CAAAAAAN'T I'M BEGGING YOOOOUUU!!" One more time, you try to scream with all your might, and the vibrator finally turns off. The tickling stops, and the blindfold is removed. The tears have completely ruined your makeup, smears of black are running down the sides of your face. You once again adjust to the light, and there are two figures in the room.

Part 4 - The Finale

"Oh boy, I told you to have fun but holy shit! I could hear her from the driveway!" i say, nudging at my roommate.

"Ah that's fine. You know no one can hear her anyway." We both look at each other and cackle loudly.

"YOU TWO ARE THE WORST, I FUCKING HATE YOU BOTH FOR DOING THIS TO ME!" Your tears still streaming, pussy still on fire, your anger coming from your insatiable need to cum right fucking now, but they won't let you. They stop laughing, and again look at each other, then look back at you, very stern.

"You about ready to break this little girl?" i say, as i slowly make my approach to the side of the bed, evil look in my eye.

"Ha, after that comment, you fucking bet! No mercy bitch!" Says the roommate, as she proceeds to the foot of the bed with a bottle of baby oil in her hand.

"I'll take over the pussy, nipples and the rest of her upper body, you attack those adorable little feet, and then we'll switch when the vibrator timer goes off again, and start over?" i say, as i begin to wiggle my fingers at you menacingly.

"I like your thinking! Blindfold back on? Or do we want her to see what's coming now?"

"Yeah fuck it, let's keep it off. A gag might be in order soon though, how adorable would those screams sound muffled?"

"Yes, yes! Gag, gag!" Claps the roommate.

i find your little silk panties and dip them in your wetness before shoving them in your mouth, then wrapping bondage tape around your head, keeping your wetness on your tongue so you can taste how much of a horny girl you are.

i stand back at the side of the bed and begin to wiggle my fingers at you again. Your eyes are pleading for me not to start, muffled cries coming from behind the gag, as the tears continue to stream.

"Fuck, just her looking at me with those sad eyes is going to get ME off pretty soon, maybe i do need to blindfold her again." i say, chuckling with my roommate who completely agreed.

And for one last time, your vision goes dark, as you wait for your torture to continue.

You can't see, you can't plead coherently anymore with your panties shoved in your mouth, and you still can't move. What's going to happen next? They've already tortured you so much, what more could they possibly have in mind? All you knew was that you were now going to be mercilessly tortured by not one, but two insanely sadistic women, who want nothing but to see you cry and beg for relief for their enjoyment. How long have you been there? You try to make sense of the time, but fail as the vibrator is untied from your leg again, exposing your unbelievably red and swollen clit. The light breeze in the room blew across it, and you thought for a second that might make you cum. You start whimpering behind your gag.

"Mmmm, yes. Look at that. Good work girlfriend! You've really done a number on her." i say while licking my lips, dying to dive in, but knowing it would be too easy to send you over the edge.

"Thank-you very much, I do take pride in a job well done!" Says the roommate.

"Hm, where's those little pink nubby vibrators? The ones that are like, perfectly clit sized." i ask, searching the room.

"Here they are! Those will be EVIL on that already deliciously sensitive clit, and it'll work great on her nipples too!" She exclaims.

"Yeah, I'm ditching the timer wand, and gonna use these for a bit instead."

You start to feel something wet dripping on your feet. Oh no, not the oil. Your feet are your most ticklish spot, and you knew the oil was just going to make the slippery sensations a million times worse. A second or two later, you start to feel droplets covering your breasts, stomach, pussy, and legs. In no time at all, your entire body is an oily mess. You begin to tremble in your bonds, knowing this is going to be extremely intense, you try to calm your mind, but it's no use, you're panicking. They see the fear in your body and revel in it momentarily.

"Is it just me, or are you incredibly wet seeing how scared she is right now?" i ask my roommate, and she nods excitedly in agreement.

"I feel like this is one big long edge session for us too, isn't it? Should we torture her more because she's making us suffer with how hot she reacts?"

"Oh you're so evil, no wonder we're friends!" We throw our heads back and laugh, as my roommate meticulously takes her forefingers and scrapes her nail down the center of your oily little foot.

"MMPPPHHHHMMPMHH" You try to cry out, but there are no words, just guttural screams silenced by your panties and tape.

"Ooohhh, if that's the reaction she gets from just one finger, I wonder what all ten will do to you darling!" i giggle as i turn on the two pink vibrators and start flicking them over your rock hard nipples, sending shock waves directly to your clit, as my roommate ups her assault on your feet.

Two fingers with sharp nails dancing across your oiled feet, drawing circles, scratching, sliding, driving you absolutely mad. You're trying to thrash, but your neck is sore from your constant head turning, and your hands hurt from clenching, so you stop trying. All you can do is tense your body, but there's no way for you to hide your most vulnerable spots. The vibrators are both working their magic, keeping your nipples stiff and sensitive.

"Don't want this pussy feeling neglected now do we? Let's fix that." i say as i hop off the bed, in search of more toys.

The assault continues on your feet while i'm gone, and you continue to go insane. You've never heard these noises come out of your body before, they sound primal and desperate. Crying uncontrollably, the laughter and screaming go on as my roommate tickles your feet mercilessly. She's now using all of her fingers on both of your feet, sending you into uncontrollable spasms on the bed. You've never been tickled like this before in your life, you've dreamt of this day, but never anticipated anything like this.

i return into the room, and apply a touch more oil to your hard, throbbing clit. You then feel something go around it; is this what you think it is? Oh god no, please don't pump my clit. Not that AND tickling.

Just like that, you feel the pulling and pressured sensation of me taking the air out, and sucking up that little clit into a tube to let it throb uncontrollably. Almost immediately, you're on edge, the sucking motion felt so good and now you're just laying there, a dripping wet hot mess, desperately trying to plead through your panties to cum. You then feel similar sensations on your nipples. Oh god, not them too! No, they're already aching so badly, how much more sensitive do they want you?!

*PUMP, PUMP, PUMP*

As quickly as you feel your nipples sucked into the tubes, you then feel a constant vibration on them as well. Vibrating nipple pumps?! This was complete and utter torture, as your nipples are now pulsating in sync with your clit. All you're thinking of is how badly you want to cum, even while still enduring the merciless feet tickling. Once your nipples are secure, i begin my attack on your upper body again, starting with your now very oily armpits. You continue to cry and scream for what feels like forever, all while we laugh at your futile attempts to beg us to stop.

*POP*

With no warning at all, i take off the clit pump, and an immediate shock to your system hits when i put one of the pink vibrators on each side of your now large, pumped, ridiculously sensitive nub.

"MMFFFFPPPHHHFMMMFHPPHHHHMMMMMM!!!!!" You can't tell if you're in pain, or too much pleasure. The sensations are a complete overload to your system, and you don't know what else to do but scream.

"I need to see the fear in her eyes again, can you come up here and take off her blindfold for the grand finale?" i say, as you get a small amount of relief from having your feet tickled so hard for so long, my roommate comes up to the side of the bed and removes the cloth from your eyes. Now that you can see us again, you take notice of the devilishly large grins on both our faces, as your eyes are beat red from tears. i'm still between your legs, tickling your hard nub with these evil little vibrators as my roommate strokes your face softly, wiping away your tears.

"Ohh yeeessss... look at her. Such a beautiful, helpless, vulnerable little play thing, isn't she?" She says, as she stares deeply into your soul. How can she look so happy when they're causing you so much torture?

"Want to switch places? I know you're going to LOVE this part." i ask, as the vibrators shut off suddenly. You sigh heavily, as you try to catch your breath. The bed shifts from under you as we trade places.

"I wish we had a third person here with us right now, that way someone could tickle her feet, you could play with her pretty pussy, and I can play with these armpits and nipples some more! Oh well, guess the two of us will have to do!"

And just like that, your torture starts again.

i pop off your nipple pumps and start violently sucking on one while pinching and twisting the other, and using my free hand to tickle one armpit. My roommate turns the vibrators back on and presses them firmly against the sides of your still very hard clit, all while licking the very tip of it ever so softly, sending you into a distant space in your mind you've never been. You don't even know how to react anymore. You try to plead with your eyes as your voice has grown tired from screaming through your gag, but your sad eyes are met with eyes of passion, no matter which of us you look at. The burning grows intensely inside of you, and you know they're getting ready to push you over the edge.

"Oh fuck, yeah look at her. She's going to cum any second isn't she? Don't let up when she does!! I wonder if these bonds will be able to hold her after how much we've edged her today? Because you know it doesn't stop after you do cum, right sweetie? We're going to rip those orgasms out of you until WE are satisfied." i say, an incredible sinister tone in my voice.

"What do you think, thirty minutes of post-orgasm torture?" Asks my roommate.

"Yeah, set a timer on your phone. If we're not finished yet, we'll just start another one. Time is irrelevant right now, she's got nowhere to go anyway." We start to laugh again, as you lose complete control.

There wasn't anything you could do, those words sent you into oblivion. You slam your eyes shut as they roll into the back of your head, the rush hits you like a ton of bricks, but the wave doesn't stop. You just can't stop cumming. My roommate doesn't let up, and keeps your nub pinched between the vicious vibrators, as she continues to lick the head of your clit furiously. i'm still relentlessly attacking your nipples, armpits, and sides as you keep crying, and cumming, and screaming, and begging. When will it stop? Thirty more minutes? An hour? More? Another orgasm is ripped from your body as you slowly start to slip into unconsciousness. The constant cumming, clit torture and tickle torture become absolutely unbearable.

You awake, full body aching and sore. You try to move, and realize you're still bound, but your gag has been removed.

"Look who's up!" An unfamiliar voice says.

You look around the room, and see a new face, not me or my roommate. She's sitting in a chair at the end of the bed where you still lay naked and helpless.

"Who are you? Where'd the other two go? Please, please if you help me out of here, I'll do whatever you want, these bitches are crazy!" You plead with this new woman in front of you, hoping she maybe has some mercy in her heart. She bursts out laughing, and you immediately understand she's not going to help you in any sense of the word.

"Hey girls, you hear that? You bitches be crazy!" She shouts out, still laughing to herself.

Me and my roommate enter the room again.

"Ha! Well, she's not wrong? We are a touch on the crazy side." says my roommate, as she ties back her hair, and starts doing some arm stretches.

"Well, remember how I said I wished there were three of us so we could all focus on different parts of your body, and not have anything left out? I give you, our former tickle slave, Bianca." as i motion your gaze to the new woman in the room.

Former tickle slave? What? She was still friends with these psychos after they've done this to her? You're trying to wrap your head around what you just heard.

"Yup, that's right! I used to be in your position a few years ago, and now they call me to help out when they find beautiful girls like you who share our love of these sorts of tortures! I've mastered my own set of skills after being put to their tests many times before." says Bianca, relishing in your peril.

"No, please, you can't. How long are you going to keep me here? I have people that'll be looking for me you know!!" You exclaim, attempting to scare them into thinking they might get caught. Bianca roars a thunderous laughter.

"Oh hunny, don't you think we thought of that? We hacked your cell phone, and as far as everyone important is concerned, you've left the country on a backpacking retreat, and won't be back for a little over a month." All three of them look and laugh at each other, congratulations go around on their evil plan coming to fruition.

"So yeah, you might as well get used to this. You're stuck with us for thirty-some agonizingly torturous filled days! Aren't you excited?! I know we are!!" i say, happily clapping away beside you, as the tears start to well in your eyes again.

"Aw, don't worry sweetie, we'll take good care of you. We promise you won't go unconscious EVERY time we play with you." says my roommate.

"Yeah, and we will be playing with you every day, multiple times per day, for hours on end! The best part though, is how much we WON'T be letting you cum! Just hours and hours of tickle torture and orgasm denial!" cries Bianca, with obvious excitement in her voice. You break down and start to cry, knowing that if they deny your orgasms throughout this whole ordeal, it's going to be tremendously severe.

"If... if I be good... will you maybe let me cum sometimes?" You quietly mutter.

"Look at that, NOW she's getting it." i say to the others.

"We'll certainly take that into consideration, but for now..." Bianca starts moving towards your feet, my roommate grabs the two pink vibrators off the side of the bed and positions herself between your legs, and i come over top of you, straddling your chest for perfect access of your nipples and armpits. The familiar look of fear washes over you again as you're coming to terms with your fate for the next month or so.

"Ready girls?" i ask the other two.

They both lick their lips and nod, as all three of us begin methodically torturing you together. Your screams are loud and clear now that you're not gagged, but your body is still incredibly weak from the attack you've already endured, so there's absolutely no fight left in you. Once again, you're left to lay there and take it; as vulnerable and sensitive as you've ever been, and as tortured as you've ever been. Your brain begins to shut down, and you float away to an untapped corner inside your own mind, as you desperately try to mentally escape your certain fate.

The End 💜

#tickling #tickle content #extremetickling #tickletorture #denial #0rgasm control

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ghost-whump · 5 months

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Oh, requests are opened? 👀

What about... a Whumpee who ran away from Caretaker/their team (whichever works for you!) after an argument with them, only to be kidnapped, and just as they're whisked away, they heard Caretaker/the team calling for them...

Also, nice to meet you, and welcome to the community! ❤️

-- @whumperofworlds

hello!!! thank you so much for the request, this is technically my first writing request outside of ask games, so i am SO excited!!!!! i hope you enjoy <3

“Are You Okay?”

CW: kidnapping, non-con drugging, self-blaming victim, references to depression and/or other mental illnesses, creepy whumper, implied future whump. Let me know if I’m missing anything!

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Whumpee took off running, furiously wiping their eyes with a sleeve. They ran down the flight of stairs and out the door of Caretaker’s apartment building. They needed a break.

The dark sidewalks, illuminated by dim and flickering streetlights, are uncharacteristically empty. Only a few pedestrians and cars pass them as their sprit slows to a jog, then a walk, and they finally stop.

Stupid Whumpee, they thought, always fucking up. Caretaker asked them to do one thing, and they already failed. And then ran away about it.

“Please,” Caretaker had asked, “Empty the dishwasher before I come home.”

Whumpee wanted to! They thought about it all day before Caretaker came home. Every time they entered the kitchen, that request rang through their head. Every minute, a chorus of reminders and “I show do the dishes now”s plagued their mind, but…

They just never got around to it.

And the way Caretaker had reacted? Whumpee shivered. Caretaker never hurt them, not once, but that look of weary disappointment followed by the smallest of tired sighs as their bag was slowly slung to the floor…

Whumpee would have preferred a beating.

No amount of apologies or promises to do better did much to quell Caretaker’s mood. They remained quiet and distant the whole night. Picking at their TV dinner (because there were no clean dishes to cook with) just exuding an aura of depression. And Whumpee couldn’t fix it.

“I ask you to do one thing,” Caretaker finally snapped, “All I wanted was the dishes! I thought it would help you get out of this—this funk you’re stuck in! Just a quick, simple task during the day. Clearly it didn’t work, and… I- I don’t know how to help you anymore, Whumpee.”

They sobbed again at the memory. Maybe Caretaker would actually want them if they stopped be lazy. If they were just good, none of this would have happened.

After a minute or two, allowing themself time breathe, Whumpee shakily began to collect their bearings. Street signs indicated they had run almost three blocks from Caretaker’s home. Now Whumpee has never been in the best of shape, and the exhaustion was starting to hit.

They leaned against a streetlight, hand bracing their bent posture. Just a minute to catch their breath, then Whumpee will be on their way home. All they needed was-

“Are you okay?”

Whumpee’s head snapped up, “Huh?”

A dark figure stood over them, face obscured by the shadow cast from the awkward light. “I said, are you okay? You seem a bit out of breath.”

“Oh, yeah,” Whumpee chuckled, giving this stranger a little smile, “I’m fine. I just—just need to head home.”

The stranger leaned in closer, “I’ll walk you. It’s dangerous this late at night.”

Whumpee righted themselves and back up a bit. They could sense creep-behaviour from a mile away. “N-No thanks. I live very close, I’m fine by myself.”

“Please,” The stranger suddenly leapt forward and grabbed Whumpee’s wrist, pulling them close, “I insist.”

“Hey! Let me—mmf!” A gloved hand wrapped around their head and covered their mouth. The glove smelled of antiseptic, or some kind of bleach. Whumpee thrashed. They fought and tried to shout but it all came out muffled by the hand.

“Shh,” The stranger lifted them off the ground with ease, carrying them swiftly out of the light and into an alley. “Calm down, dear. Take some deep breaths. You’ll be fine…” They soothed, pressing their chemical-laced glove further towards Whumpee’s nose.

The more Whumpee tried to fight and scream and cry, the harder it became. Their limbs felt weak and eyelids, heavy. They couldn’t even bear to keep their eyes open anymore, too tired to even see where they were being dragged.

“There’s a nice pet, all sleepy for me.” A careful hand brushed through their hair. Like how Caretaker would when they snuggled in bed to put them to sleep. “Yes, that’s good. Don’t struggle. Go to sleep, dear.”

So, as much as Whumpee might not have wanted to, their consciousness started to slip. Blipping between awake and asleep for what could have been hours, minutes, or even seconds.

The last thing they heard while going under, a frightening shiver rocketing down their spine, was a familiar voice shouting from far away; “Hey, have you seen someone running past here? They’re name is Whumpee.”

thanks so much for this request! it was so fun to write, so i hope you enjoy it just as much <3 @whumperofworlds

General Tag: @morning-star-whump

#my stuff #whump community #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #creepy whumper #caretaker #whumper #defiant whumpee #kidnapping cw #kidnapping #drugging #noncon drugging

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cak3o · 3 months

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I'm curious if you've anything planned with the 2nds, I know you include them in a lot of your art but we haven't heard much of them HC wise! Simply wondering if you've got anything planned?

Hi! Thanks for the ask :^3

Hm atm I'm actually kinda running blank with them. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm struggling to really come up with much for them. Maybe it's just cuz I've seen so much of them, it feels like everything's been done haha. But! That's kinda what makes it fun :^3 for now, I'll just run over the little amount I do have!

HCs as a whole:

They're all super dedicated to Wily. Althought the to the softer nature of my AU, it's a bit lighthearted.

If I had to describe them, I'd say they feel more like...hm. A frat house. Just a large conglomeration of dudes lol. But, the AU works on getting them to be closer.

They have a pretty clear anti-Light bot sentiment, but yknow...that'll change hehh

HC individually

Quick is not a leader here and instead a sort of loose canon. He's definitely the strongest fighter, but he's gonna do things his own way. He initially starts off pretty cold. But after spending a lot of time with a certain light bot, a much more curious and playful Quick begins to emerge. It's really fun drawing a Quickman with so much range.

Metal doesn't talk much. He 100% can but decides often times not to. He's actually the second smallest in the 2nd group in my AU. I really need to finish that height chart lol. After the events of the 2nd game, he started getting....pursued by Cutman. He doesn't really understand what's happening, but he genuinely thinks Cut is funny. He just doesn't realize he should be laughing out loud.

Wood, despite his soft personality, does actually enjoy a good fight just like the rest of them. He and Metal are oddly close, mostly due to Wood being one of two bots of the 2nd group that isn't terrified of Metal. Wood would like to get to know his fellow nature bots a bit better, but worries about scaring them off due to his Wily bot affiliation. He finds Cut kind of annoying.

Crash and Heat I haven't worked on as much. I want to write them well so I've been taking my time on how I want to portray them. Bubble is in the same boat. All I know for sure is that they all get into a little bit of trouble on their own time.

Flash works alongside Wily a lot. I really really like the idea that Flash is like. Super smart and capable in regards to repairs and general robotics. He's kept busy a lot due to his usefulness. Wily has assigned him to keep an eye on Quick at all times. This has resulted in Flash knowing way too much about Quick, and Quick thinking that they're a lot closer than they actually are. Flash does actually care a lot about the others, but often times deflects with crude or mean jokes.

Airman is the leader in this group. Responsible, cool and constantly stressed by the rambunctious nature of the 2nds. He's the only other person not terrified of Metal. He, Needle and Bomb share a kinship of being the sarcastic and sensible ones of their groups. I kinda want him and Flash to be close. Need to work on that though.

Phew....so much for little amount lmao....well, I hope that answers your ask :^)

#cak3oask #megaman #rockman #quickman #metalman #airman #flashman #woodman #heatman #bubbleman #crashman

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s0lar-ch3ri · 11 days

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OAUGUOAGHUAHGJK2WEFJNRGJTW?f??????????????????? HELLO??????????????????? DUE YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME IM THE DAKOTA KINNIE EVER.

"THEY WERE ALL ALONE" DIES AM ILLION BILLION DEATHS.

OKAY IM GONNA FUCKING RAMBLE THEN

SPOILERS FOR THE GREYSCALE ARC, WHICH IS LIKE. EP 34-36 S2 I THINK AND ALSO ALL EPS BEFORE IT ARE FREE GAME FOR ME

vyn - being alone must be new for a guy who got used to having people in his head. he was always around a friend or something. yet, even in that elevator, with tide (i think tides unconscious body was in there) physically there and origami in his head, he still talks about himself solely. huh, funny. sol-ely. vyncent sol, yet its never really been sol-ely him. hes not somebody who can be alone physically, yet hed know the feeling of being alone so well. an alien to this planet, unable to tell someone whod understand how he feels. he isnt able to listen to his friends, however, because they dont talk. and sure, he does that, but i dont think they realise it. hes alone because hes the only one here whos put more then random thought into his choices. hes alone because hes stepping down from a choice he regrets.

will - being alone is not something new to will. hes been used to being a loner since the start of his unlife. hes a man who couldnt seem to commit well enough to his plans. he ran from being a hero, hes ran from his powers, yet for once hes made a choice. a choice hes not running from. so why is he standing alone. why is everyone looking at him like hes made the worst decision of his life. maybe because he has, but it hurts the most that even his best friend wouldnt stand by him for this. he couldnt blame him, thats for sure, but that didnt make it hurt less. this time, will doesnt want to be alone. not when hes done this. hes alone standing by the wrong choice he made hoping to turn it right.

dakota - hey i actually touched on how dakota probs felt in my lil cover of vyncent in a vador i did ("kota in the bago", never put it on tumblr but if requested, ill see what i can do)! maybe dakota has learned by now that he can ask his friends for help, but does he *know* he can? hes failing all the checks to look for lightspeed. this is his first time where hes been seperated from his team since they came back together, and hes doing horridly. he would never want to rely on his friends, thats not something someone as great as the dc would need to do. hes really just alone, left out of the other adventure as he does his own job to help. then he finds the chaos that happened when he wasnt there. maybe it warmed his heart the smallest amount to hear they missed him, that in a way he kept them in line, in a way he was needed. it felt horrid, but he couldnt help it. cantrip became another person he failed to save, because he couldnt have possibly been there to help her. so maybe it wasnt just that dakota was alone that hurts him. he left his boys alone when they needed him most. he left them alone.

#jrwi spoilers #jrwi pd spoilers #prime defenders spoilers #soup bubbles on the blr #answers from the aster caster #this took me so long but MY JRWI RAMBLES SHOULD BE COMING BACK SOON I PROMMY #jerwee surpreme

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tblsomedoodles · 1 year

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Some Seer Leo au stuff (particularly in regards to the possible Soothe Sayer Donnie i briefly mentioned would be cool)

Ok ok, let me explain my thought process a little better as far as this goes (now that I’ve had time to think on it and put some words together other they "hey wouldn't that be neat.)

First let me explain the “American Dragon: Jake Long” reference b/c it’s pretty crucial to why I immediately thought Donnie for the sooth sayer.

Ok, so in “American Dragon:Jake Long” There’s a pair of oracle twins named Sara and Kara.

(they look different in season 2 but i like these designs better)

Sara (left) only sees the bad things while Kara (right) only sees the good. Because of this, Sara’s personality is very happy and chipper while Kara’s is very doom and gloom. To quote the Wiki “Because [Sara] can only see bad things, Sara has learned to overcome the negative aspects of life and to seize every good moment she can get. The smallest amount of good news makes her extremely happy.” “Because Kara can only see good things, she feels like there's nothing more she can get out of life. There are no pleasant surprises anymore and everything becomes dull to her.”

I haven’t watched this show in a very long time, but these characters have always stuck out to me because of this. Not because they acted opposite of their powers, but because of the reasoning behind them acting different. Particularly the fact that seeing the good things can be just as much of a curse as seeing the bad things.

Now, let’s put that in comparison to our Disaster twins.

Leo tends to be happy and excitable throughout the series (even if part of the time he’s actively faking it.) Pair that with him being a doom prophet and, hey, that kinda sounds like Sara.

Donnie can be very pessimistic in the series and (maybe this is just my interpretation of him) actively obsesses over negative stuff to the point of inventing things simply on the off chance they may need it (donnie pods. Donnie’s gifts. Etc). Add the possibility of him being a sooth sayer to the mix, and that adds a different context to those actions, especially before he starts remembering his dreams. And definitely sounds a bit like Kara.

b/c if you remember how Leo’s dreams work, before his nimpo is unlocked, they are very indistinct and he almost immediately forgets them upon waking up. All that’s left behind is the vague Deja vous feeling whenever an event he dreamed actually happens (coupled with a ‘not surprised’ feeling.) Therefore, Donnie’s would work similarly, the only difference is that his visions wouldn’t be nightmarish and wouldn’t actually wake him up (therefore, not nearly as disruptive, or memorable, as even Leo’s indistinct dreams.)

So! If the one thing that consistently takes Donnie by surprise is the bad stuff, of course he’s going to obsess over every possible thing that could go wrong b/c it’s the bad stuff he doesn’t want to be surprised by.

And that’s just before their Nimpo is unlocked.

Afterwards, both of their prophetic dreams would increase in clarity and, more importantly, they would remember them. But, by then, Don has the dreamcatcher up and he’s seeing all of Leo’s doom ridden, apocalypse timeline dreams as much as Leo (who is seeing them every night at that point.) So, Don can easily pass off his own few positive apocalypse timeline dreams (little things like CJ being brought into the family or a small victory they accomplished) as just, his subconscious trying to put a nice spin on the horrible stuff he’s seeing from Leo.

As far as Donnie realizing those visions are prophetic, at that point he wouldn’t even believe Leo’s are prophetic until he meets CJ “Time-travel is possible and I did it” Jones. A kid he’s seen grow up in both Leo’s and his dreams, and who’s existence just proved Leo’s dreams are real. It’s probably not until after the attempted invasion is over and Donnie’s own visions pick up speed (now having nothing to do with Leo’s and can’t be passed off as such) does Donnie grudging realize his dreams might be prophetic too. (he might even have a short talk with CJ, asking indirectly about one of his own visions, and finding it really did happened.)

(also just, Do you know how much more of a Disaster these twins would be if they could work together to see the whole image? Just the two of them using their joint knowledge to make their enemies lives a living hell would be amazing)

Ok, my exceptionally long explanation to my thoughts are over. TL;Dr, Donnie should be a sooth sayer b/c it would, in a very ironic way, fit his personality. And it would piss him off.

Thank you for listening to my rant.

#tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au #i was going to explain all this over asks #but then i put it into words #and it was like 700+ long #so i figured i should just throw it in it's own post #edit: I changed the tags!

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twinclownsoflotuspiers · 1 year

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Forgetting AU | angst , happy end, WIP (will build in more detail in the future)

His 3rd shidi and 2nd shimei who had a habit of reading all the new books on love and lore that the peddlers sold in Yunmeng market, were talking about diseases for a change that day. To be more precise, Wei Wuxian walked in on 2nd shimei sobbing like the world was ending and 3rd shidi in a despair trying his best to comfort her.

"Aiya, Shidi what did you do to make her cry this hard?" Of course Wei Wuxian poked his nose because he was curious that way. "You know good gentlemen never make maidens cry!"

"I did nothing, Da-shixiong!" 3rd Shidi insisted sounding offended. "She got upset reading about the forgetting disease because she thought she would forget me!"

"The forgetting disease?" Intrigue sparked, Wei Wuxian reached out for the abandoned booklet even as his juniors bickered and read through the page that had it's corners blotted from the tears 2nd Shimei had shed.

`A disease where one would forget every little thing about the one they love if the love is not returned. If the love is requited before every thread of memory is lost, the person's memories could come back. If the love is requited only once every single thread has been forgotten, it would not make a difference.`

"Goodness, the things kids read these days!" Wei Wuxian laughed and set aside the book to console his juniors and solve the fight.

Despite his initial dismissal, Wei Wuxian couldn't stop thinking about the little booklet and its passage on that strange disease. As with everything, he asked Jiang Cheng about his opinion and merely received an answer in the form of a characteristic scoff. "Since when have you begun indulging in children's fairytales again? Quit wasting time, mom's mad at you for missing training!"

"Crap!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed. "Help me hide! Please A-Cheng!"

The booklet and it's disease was pushed to the back of the mind for the day and more to come.

And then it happened. It started with the smallest of things that could be easily dismissed for the usual lapse in memory and Wei Wuxian didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary.

"Ohh! You have a funny freckle on the bridge of your nose!" He cackled one day, poking at the mentioned element and Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Didn't you tease me with it like three years ago already?? Why are you acting like you're noticing it only now?"

That made Wei Wuxian's finger twitch. "Have I though?"

"You really need to do something about your memory!" Jiang Cheng shoved him good heartedly before walking away. "It's getting worse! Last time you even forgot I like my lotus seeds toasted!"

A brief flash of discomfort went through him but Wei Wuxian dismissed it and ran after Jiang Cheng to sling an arm around his shoulders again. "Aiya, spare me! You know how these little things slip from my mind sometimes! Why are you so harsh? Be nicer to me Chengcheng!"

"You wish!" _____ Wei Wuxian didn't remember if Jiang Cheng was good with dogs. He watched, from the top of the tree in some amount of awe as Jiang Cheng easily shooed away that hulking monster of a dog and then called to him to come down.

"Thanks!" He chirped as he jumped down the tree. "That was awesome! Since when were you so good at dealing with dogs?"

Jiang Cheng gave him the strangest look, perhaps with a tinge of pain. Maybe anger. "Wei Wuxian what the fuck are you talking about?"

Wei Wuxian stopped then, suddenly bothered. Something felt wrong. He began questioning if this memory loss was really his usual bad memory acting up?

There was....a history between him and Jiang Cheng related to dogs, right? An important one. So....how had he--

He sought out 2nd Shimei and borrowed her book. After he was done reading it, he went out to feverishly buy every other book he could find on the subject. There was a part of him that + couldn't believe he was in love with Jiang Cheng. What was being in love supposed to be even like? But now....the signs were there right? And the terror of forgetting bit by bit every day became a part of him, killing the cheerful child in him early on.

He could not forget.

He refused to forget. Wei Wuxian would figure something out.

(He refused to think of the sting that went through him at the knowledge that he loved Jiang Cheng and Jiang Cheng didn't love him back. It shouldn't have been surprising yet it still....)

Come Gusu, he trailed after Lan Wangji, finding something about the man familiar to someone he didn't know how to put a name on. And when Nie Huaisang whined to him (perhaps with a silent indirect reprimand too) about him spending too little time with him and Jiang-xiong, Wei Wuxian was initially left confused on whether Jiang Cheng and him had ever been friends at all before being thunderstruck by remembrance and horror.

"Lan Zhan, I need to ask for a favour," Wei Wuxian's tone was grave that day as he talked to the 2nd Jade. Lan Wangji turned to him in + full attention, having noticed the unusual gravity. "Does the Library Pavilion have any books on diseases or afflictions close to diseases?"

"The Forbidden Section may have some," Lan Wangji answered, eyebrows furrowed. It was a strange question to ask no doubt. "However it is open to only the members of Gusu Lan. I cannot take you there."

"Please? Just this one time?" Perhaps Wei Wuxian was desperate enough to beg. Perhaps Lan Wangji saw the urgency and the ice in his eyes melted a little. "It's important and I don't think I have time to waste"

"I cannot take you there," Lan Wangji repeated slowly and Wei Wuxian felt his heart burst in irrational anger. He almost retorted with something scathing before Lan Wangji continued speaking. "But if it is truly of such importance, I can bring back some books." _____

Wei Wuxian took to writing down all the precious memories he still had with his Jiang Cheng before he forgot them all. Alongside, he wrote his first research papers, trying to find a solution to reverse the curse because every book he'd read offered none.

He wouldn't forget.

He would force himself to remember.

Lotus Pier burnt.

Jiang Cheng lost his core and the righteous fury Wei Wuxian felt was something he clung to. His love for his shidi would burn bright through his anger if not his memories. Wei Wuxian gave away his core and soothed himself saying that it was a good decision. If....someday he forgot Jiang Cheng completely then his core would still remember.

The war raged on. Wei Wuxian came back, a specter of his old self, the only memories of Jiang Cheng still in him that of the person's name and looks+ and the fact that he loved him. He no longer remembered the childhood they had once shared.

And as the war continued...Wei Wuxian forgot he'd been fighting for Jiang Cheng and fought instead merely for the war to end.

The papers gathered dust, writings lessening with every day. Memories were ashes to the wind and the wind blew them away from Wei Wuxian's direction.

He grew irritable, bad tempered - especially when his Sect Leader continued to reprimand him in a tone that set them as familiar before Wei Wuxian would lash back and cause hurt to line the man's eyes. In some days, his memory of who Jiang Cheng truly was to him would return in patches and Wei Wuxian would wallow in deep regret for hurting the man over and over again. In other days, he would remember nothing - galivanting around with false bravado and an emptiness in his heart he could never explain.

When he confronted Jin Guangshan and Jin Zixun for the location of the Wens and they accused him for not respecting Jiang Cheng’s authority enough, Wei Wuxian felt genuine confusion when he turned to ask who that was and they responded with incredulous looks. He left with his heart tied in a complicated knot of shame and frustration as his memory of who Jiang Cheng was flickered once again.

He decided to defect. The way he was already, with his memory more gone than intact, he would only cause trouble for Jiang Cheng and the sect. His decision made sense to him and yet Jiang Cheng screamed and yelled at him for it. They fought, stabbed, cursed and finally broke all ties. Jiang Cheng left with tears swimming in his eyes and Wei Wuxian cried when Wen Qing fixed his wound.

"I'm forgetting him," he sobbed out loud for perhaps the first ever time. "I'm forgetting him, Wen Qing, I don't want to! I don't want to!"

But forget he did, and by the time he'd offended and killed enough people for the world to finally decree that they couldn't let him live anymore, Wei Wuxian no longer remembered who Jiang Cheng was. He no longer remembered what happiness spending in the Jiang family had been like and he no longer remembered he'd damned himself to this Fate all out of love.

Before the siege burnt everything to the ground, and before the Qi deviation took him, Wei Wuxian heard footsteps echo into his cave and gathered the last strands of resentful energy even if it accelerated his deviation to send it in a strike. A strangely familiar sword glare intercepted it and a man in purple walked in - a haggard and broken look gracing his otherwise regal figure.

"Do you really hate me this much, Wei Wuxian?" his voice was hoarse "That not only you walked away, broke all contact and killed my A-Jie but you also pretend that you don't know me? What have I done to you to warrant treatment like this?"

"Have we met before?" Wei Wuxian asked softly, too tired to feel anything but the inexplicable pain that filled the hollow of his chest at the sight of the man. "I've not seen your face before so they must've gathered new sects for the siege."

The man closed his eyes and shuddered. "Wei Wuxian," his voice shook as he took the name and much to Wei Wuxian's surprise, tears spilled from his eyes. "Do you truly not remember me?"

"I'm sorry," Wei Wuxian felt the pain in his chest grow. They were....supposed to be enemies and yet the man wasn't making a move to attack. Instead he stood with clenched fists and pure brokenness written in his features, like Wei Wuxian had taken a cudgel and smashed his heart to pieces. "Were we acquaintances?"

The man scoffed which turned into a sob. "I no longer know what I was to you."

"Were you the one I loved then?" Wei Wuxian asked suddenly and made the man lift his head in shock. He couldn't exactly call it memory but...the pain in his chest felt familiar. "If...if you were then it might explain why I forgot."

"What do you mean?"

"My first research papers. I came across them while destroying the...rest of it," Wei Wuxian said, talking more to himself than his companion. "They weren't about any cultivation techniques but about some forgetting disease. I was so confused when I found them. But I guess I always knew I was about to forget and wanted to change it. Pity it's still incomplete."

He didn't pay attention to the man in front of him as he spoke and hence failed to notice the spark of recognition that went through his eyes. Like he remembered something Wei Wuxian didn't.

"What's your name?" Wei Wuxian asked all of a sudden, making the other man jolt and then tear up some more.

"Jiang Cheng," he choked out.

And as Wei Wuxian tried repeating the name, he realized it did feel familiar on his tongue. His lips lifted into a regretful smile. "I guess it's just one of those many tales where someone loved a person and it wasn't mutual, instead it also ended up making me forget."

It was a simple straightforward sentence and yet the man, Jiang Cheng flinched like he'd been slapped.

"That's not true!" He cried out, red rimmed eyes blazing in desperation and regret. "That's not true! Even I..."

"Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian called, liking the name on his tongue. His heart still felt empty but he felt like maybe he could try one final time to smile. "The barriers around here have been broken so the siege force has finally reached me. I'll have to summon more corpses."

Jiang Cheng clutched on his sword and glared fiercely. "I'm taking you back with me."

Wei Wuxian shook his head still with the soft smile and held out his hand. With a sudden blast he sent the other man flying back and then threw a barrier talisman between them. "You can't save me."

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Jiang Cheng roared desperately as his fist pounded against the invisible barrier. "Wei Wuxian, let me in!"

"I'm Qi deviating," Wei Wuxian declared instead. He formed a hand seal for a final time with tears in his eyes. "And I don't want to hurt you."

He closed his eyes to the screaming man, ignoring the tears and pain in his heart. "Jiang Cheng....I'm sorry."

There was a flash of blinding light and then eternal+ darkness. With the memories and body dispersed, only his proof of love and the one he loved remained. ________

It felt like forever, floating in a confusing loop of dreams and nightmares, unaware of space and time. And then Wei Wuxian opened his eyes to life again. _________

He expected to have stayed dead and shunned by the world, not be given an unexpected second leash AND a new mystery to solve. Which had led him to Dafan Shan. Which then led him to beefing with a stuck up Jin teenager against his wishes.

"I'm his uncle, any last words?"

The voice sounded strangely familiar and when Wei Wuxian turned to face who had spoken, he knew why.

"Oh, it's you," he couldn't help but blurt out. It wasn't a good idea to let his true identity be known to people from his past, Wei Wuxian knew that objectively. But he remembered how this man had been the last one to weep for him before he'd died. Made quite an impression on him, really. Somehow that made Wei Wuxian not afraid of him. "Well, what do you know? It's a relief to see at least one face who wouldn't want to kill me...I hope."

The man's eye twitched. "I'm sorry?"

"Ah, no, I should be the one sorry," Wei Wuxian said sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed. "I assumed you'd remember me but I'd forgotten my body is no longer the same now. Oh wow, now I really do sound like a lunatic."

"Jiujiu, what's wrong with him?" Jin Ling couldn't help but exclaim but his uncle paid no attention, instead opting to stare at Wei Wuxian intensely.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Aiya, it doesn't matter," Wei Wuxian waved his hand and gave a bow. "If this is your nephew, I apologize for fighting with him. I merely acted out of self defence and really mean no harm."

"You-- you destroyed my nets!"

"Well, you had PEOPLE trapped in them."

"Jin Ling, shut up for once," the man snapped and then turned to Wei Wuxian again. "Do you....know who I am?"

"Well, I can't say I remember everything," Wei Wuxian's lips twitched in a sad smile. "But you're Jiang Cheng, aren't you?"

When the man didn't respond, for the most fearful moment Wei Wuxian thought he'd perhaps mistaken him for someone else. Hastily, he bowed and turned to go. "Actually, never mind, I should--"

"Are you.....are you Wei Wuxian?"

Wei Wuxian stopped at that, strange relief flooding his heart. He hadn't known how scared he was, for some reason, that this man had forgotten him. He let out a laugh of forced cheer. "Well, now! You do remember! Wait but you can't tell it to anyone else though. It seems people still want to kill me so I go by Mo Xuanyu now-- oof!"

Jiang Cheng had suddenly rushed forward and hugged him, making him almost stumble and fall. Wei Wuxian's eyes widened as the man shuddered even through the embrace. "You....you remembered me. You remembered my name...."

"Regretfully, I remember only that day," Wei Wuxian felt his heart soften as he awkwardly patted the other on his back. "But yeah.....I haven't forgotten your name."

"That's enough," Jiang Cheng’s voice shook. "That's....that's more than enough. I've been...I've been wanting to talk to you. Tell you I'm sorry....and please come back."

"Well! You don't need to apologize! I don't remember any of your wrongdoings hahaha!" Wei Wuxian laughed and finally hugged back. His eyes stung for the strangest reason and his chest felt full despite the pain. "Really....you don't have to apologize."

Jiang Cheng shook his head, unable to speak, and just clung on to him. It made Wei Wuxian fond in a way that seemed old - familiar.

"Hey," he began, hesitantly, heart+ thudding and leaping like he was about to take a dive. "You're the one I've loved....right?"

Jiang Cheng’s hug tightened even as he took a shaky breath. After a bout of hesitation, his tear-choked soft voice reached Wei Wuxian’s ears. "Can you.....can you love me again?"

"Yeah," the answer fell out so naturally that Wei Wuxian couldn't even question it. His eyes burned and tears fell at the same time his lips rose in a smile. He was sure now, so sure for someone who didn't remember. This was the man he'd once loved. This was the man he would love again. "Yeah...yeah, I think...I think I can."

End.

#chengxian #xiancheng #this is fucking long #amnesia fic #of sorts #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #mdzs #i'm frankly proud of this one #and I will build on it more

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brookedraven · 4 months

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Think of me, that's all I ask of you (Eric Draven X Oc)

Hi, this is my first ever attempt at an Eric Draven fic, Unless requested I do use transgender males as my Oc's as I myself am a trans man and I feel the need to help represent. This is a song fic, which I have never done before, but I loved the idea of as soon as a few songs from the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack inspired me!

this fic does have 18+ content, please use your best judgement when reading this. I know it's not accurate fully to the movie ( I haven't watched it in years because finding out what happened to darling Brandon Lee...I haven't been able to stomach watching it. that and I want *Happy* fics because i have enough angst in my life as it is. that being said enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of being depressed, transgender oc with female anatomy used, top surgery scars mentioned, established relationship, unprotected sex (Please practice safe sex!)

(This fic is based off the songs “Think of me.” and “All I ask of you.” From The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack (one of my fave musical movies) and while it won't be true to the Crow movie because that whole movie breaks my heart and I just had to write it this way because I adore Brandon Lee, and think Eric Draven deserved better, that being said, that man and his fictional character have their hold on me like a vice, and this is the kind of things my brain makes while listening to music.Italics are flashbacks bold are phrases from the songs. With that being said, enjoy this highly inaccurate fanfic/song fic.)

Eli Brodrick had just come home from a post transition op appointment to his shared apartment with his partner, Eric Draven, only to see his love injured gravely on the floor. With tears in his eyes, Eli falls to his knees at Eric’s side, crying as he held his hand. “E-Eric..Don’t give up, please, please..” His voice was shaky and he felt the sharp lump in his throat as those beautiful eyes flutter open weakly, “Darling.. Think of me when we have said goodbye. Promise me you will think of me.” And with that, Eric had closed his eyes, heaving one last breath and falling into silence as he stilled forever. The police had come in, and started handling everything, but Eli would be forever changed. He moved to a different place, in a different part of town and had soon was just sitting lonely at night. He often would care for the young girl Sarah, who he and Eric had viewed as their daughter. Many nights she spent watching as Eli became a shell of himself, he officially swore off music, the pain of hearing anything that would remind him of Eric and his band was too great, and over time he got used to the deathly quiet atmosphere he had when his sobs had stilled.

Two days before the one year anniversary, he sat on his grave, gently rubbing the stone as he placed a single red rose upon the resting place of his love, the ring he wore that Eric had gifted him as a promise ring was hanging off a dainty silver chain and he often times, including now, rubbing it mindlessly as he thought back to Eric, and all their memories, eyes watering as Sarah sat with Eli, trying to comfort the older male who soon let out distressed sobs.

Eli dashed into Eric’s arms as the taller returned home from band practice, a grin spreading across his face as he pecked the dark haired male’s lips. “I missed you. Did you have a good time?” The way Eli asked with tender care in his voice sent pleasant shivers through Eric’s spine, the amount of care and love the trans male had for him had always surprised him, and as their love grew, so did the adoration they felt for the smallest details of each other’s personalities.

“Of course, but I missed you. I actually stopped and bought something for you on the way home.” Eric admitted, his voice husky as he spoke softly, the small box in his pocket of his jacket feeling heavy. It may have been a promise ring, but those promises were ones that hung like a glass ornament on a christmas tree, fragile, shining bright, a deep memory with a story of love and triumph held in it’s delicate sphere.

“Aww, darling Eric, you are just the sweetest.” Now only standing at five foot three, the brunette male who had only come out a month before, but after two years of knowing Eric, and one of dating Eric, who had been quietly bisexual, he tilted his head up to his handsome musician lover, “You look deep in thought, are you alright?” He mutters softly, holding the large calloused left hand in his small and soft one.

“Just thinking, my love. You know I love you, right? That you mean the world to me and from the day that we met I had promised you I would give you my entire world without a single complaint? Well, to symbolize that, I have bought you a ring, a silver band with black jewels embedded in it, though there is one red one in it, and that one is to symbolize my love for you, a beacon of light in this dark world. A promise that we will one day legally adopt Sarah, get out of here as a family, move somewhere safer, where we can live happily together. A promise that my love for you will never run out.” Eric felt tears sting at the back of his own eyes as his partner’s let his shed. The words leaving the lips of the musician warming the heart that Eli carried gently within his chest. Eric almost dropped the ring as he pulled it from the box, sliding it on the middle finger on the left hand that held his own left hand at one point.

“Oh, ‘Ric you darling, I love you so much and look forward to the day we make that promise solid.” He admired the ring, the red sapphire surrounded by onyx gems in the silver band fit him like a glove and automatically brought his mind to his lover. The way their love was like the light in the dark, how they stood as one against their world. With a kiss to seal the deal, they headed to their kitchen to share dinner before falling asleep in one another’s embrace as they lie snug under their bedsheets for another night.

Eli sniffled as he felt Sarah lay her head on his shoulder, he had adopted her, just like he and Eric had planned, she now called him dad, Eric was still her other one, just not on paper, but in both the lonely hearts, he was the other father, affectionately referred to between the two as her ‘papa’, a name she had once promised to bestow on Eric once she had been formally brought into the family.

That night, the two went home, and after their dinner, they both went their own ways to their respective rooms within the small house that they lived in across town. Eli held a picture of the three to his chest, letting tears silently slip onto the pillow in translucent drops of sorrow, like rain silently pouring from the skies. The aching in his heart never subsided, even with the knowledge he was living half of what the couple had planned only three months before Eric was taken from him. The time of the one year mark had not only quickly approached, but caused great pain to Eli, he was a present father to Sarah, but at night he silently mourned his one love alone, keeping his pain as to himself as he possibly could, trying to be strong for the young girl in his care.

Rain flowed as Sarah had been going toward the store for his dad, he needed a missing ingredient for dinner and she had offered to get it seeing as he had already had food cooking on the stove. Bumping into a figure decked in lots of black and leather, Sarah winced inwardly, afraid she would be met with anger and violence. Sarah fell to her butt, a gasp falling from her lips, the rain was pouring and she could feel a puddle seeping into her pants. “I am so sorry.” She said, trying to be strong and brave, “Stupid rain.” she mutters, the distaste of the rain clear as fresh pool water lingering in her voice.

“It can’t rain all the time.” The voice of the person towering over Sarah echoed through the silence, a deep timber that surprised the girl when it registered in her mind who it was. HE had always said that to Eli when he had a bad day, it was an iconic line that Eric had created..And now she was hearing it for the first time in a year, her eyes slowly gazing at the person who owned the voice.

Eric had crouched down to her level, showing her he would not hurt her, and that he was checking to make sure she was alright and hadn’t hit her head. “Hey Sar-bear.” Though he had white face paint with black lips that had lines through on his lips, and dark eyes with black lines, he still looked like himself, his hair falling in dark wet heaps on his shoulders, just like the young lady had remembered. Her eyes teared up, the disbelief that bubbled in her chest was overtaken by a fizz of joy, her arms wrapping around him as she let out a cry and hugged him, locking his neck in an embrace. “Eric!”

His arms wrapped around her, his eyes closing as he held her body tightly to his, like he was afraid she would disappear into thin air. He had missed her and Eli dearly, and now that he had eliminated his killers, he was able to be home with his little family again. “I missed you so much. I-is Eli ok? Are you ok?” His worries flew out of his mouth like a spray, the dad instincts kicking in rapidly as he held the small frame of the person he considered a daughter in his leather coated grasp.

“D-dad is ok, but.. He misses you Papa..Really really bad. He’s a shell of who he used to be. Stays strong in front of me and acts like any other dad, but I can always hear him crying for you.” Sarah admits sadly, the whisper she lets out made both hearts clench, she knew as painful as it was to admit, and it must have been for him to hear, it needed to be said, he needed to know they both needed him back.

“You will take me back to him right? Y-you guys weren’t at the apartment..I have been looking for you for days…and taking care of some unresolved business I guess you could say.” Eric states, the longing for the love of his life was rattling the bars of his heart, trying to escape the metaphorical cage it was enclosed in.

“Of course..We just have to get him some stuff for dinner tonight. He didn’t realize he was out until he had dinner on the stove.” Sarah confessed, a chuckle leaving Eric’s lips and her own at the typical situation that he had been known to find himself in constantly.

“Sounds about right, let's get his stuff and get back home.” Eric smiles, helping Sarah up and helping her finish the task before Eli had a heart attack at his daughter being late and letting worry destroy him.

Eli looked out the window, trying to ignore the ache in his chest as the day of the year dawned on him. An entire year of being empty without the love of his life. A year of only leaving for his appointments, to take Sarah to and from school, or grocery shopping. He refused to go to most places he once frequented with Eric, the bitter taste from being faced by the memories was too much to handle, so he left it at that. The door opened, a bit farther from the kitchen but the sound of the heavy door was still able to be heard. It had become like white noise to the young father, not bothering him in the slightest knowing it was only his daughter, Sarah, who had the key.

“Hey dad,I have something for you. Other than the pasta you needed for dinner.”

Eli could sense the anxiety in her voice, though he had yet to turn around, he could feel the looming worry she held in her speech. Though as he turned around, he was able to make out very little other than Eric before his world went dark, knees giving out like jello had replaced the joints and he had collapsed into the waiting arms of his lover.

“Sarah, turn off the stove and get a glass of water and a cool damp rag for me and meet me in the living room.” Eric said, not missing a beat as he carried his darling into the living room and gently placed him on the worn couch, a blanket soon draped over his body.

Eric couldn't help notice the dark circles under his eyes, his pale skin that was once rosie and full of life, the sinking in of his cheeks, the way his body felt so light had made eric worried that he had stopped taking care of himself mostly, it was gut wrenching, for him to realize.

“Oh my love, I'm so sorry, but I am here now, it is alright.” His voice seemed so sad.

And as Sarah came in with the requested items, she too felt her sadness pique. “He didn’t take it well at all, your death. It destroyed him.” A sigh fell upon her lips as they put the rag on her adoptive dad’s forehead, waiting for him to wake up and quietly catching Eric up on Eli and Sarah’s lives over the past year.

Eli fluttered his green eyes open, seeing his daughter by his side and holding his hand, “Hi baby, is everything ok? Did dinner get burnt?” Even after coming to, he still worried about his daughter getting food, something Eric noted had not changed in his absence.

“Everything is fine dad, you just fainted so I turned off the stove for you. E-Eric carried you in here..Papa was worried.” By the time Sarah had finished the last part of her sentence, Eric stepped from the shaddows, kneeling by the couch side with his six foot tall form.

“Hello darling. I hope I made it home in time for dinner..” His voice had been so soothing, just like when Sarah bumped into him earlier that day, only hours before. But the sound comforted Eli as he launched into the tall man’s arms and sobbed into his chest. He had missed the smell of him, the way his shoulder length hair had always tickled the side of his face and neck when the pair embraced, his warm and strong arms that often carried him just because, the way his large hands rubbed soothing circles on his back. It had all flooded back all at once, emotions high for the entire house.

Dinner had gone great, Eric and Eli finishing cooking dinner while Sarah set the table and turned on the record player, playing an old record from Eric’s band and letting the feeling of the music absorb back into her mind, truthfully, she missed the way it sounded when music reverberated through the halls of the home. And now with dinner over, and the night falling heavily on them, Sarah soon got ready for bed, bidding her two fathers who sat embraced on the couch together a good night, hugging them both and kissing their cheeks before retiring to her room where she fell asleep rather fast after such a chaotic but wholesome day.

“I really have missed this.” Eli whispers, the record player turned off under his finger tips, the two men still awake moving to the main bedroom where the two would situate themselves.

“I have too.” Eric softly admitted, wrapping his hands on his lover’s waist, under his shirt so both of them could feel the warmth from the other’s body as Eric captured Eli’s lips with his own, a passionate kiss that was long overdue being shared.

Eli dug his fingers into the dark and curly locks of the taller man, standing on his tip toes as his frame pushes impossibly closer, trying to feel all of the man in front of him. The kiss was deepening fast, tongues fighting for dominance, lips and teeth gently gnashing as the frenzied reunion heated up.

Eric removed Eli’s shirt, gently kissing over the almost two year old top surgery scars, still paying as much attention to showing their wearer just how amazing they were.

“I love you so much handsome.” He whispered.

Before either one knew it, both men were completely naked on the bed, Eric hovering over Eli, who pulled the other closer, a whisper from his lips causing Eric to smirk under the grease paint that lined his face and made him that much hotter. “That makeup makes you even sexier Mr.Draven, now hurry up and show me just how much you love me.”

Eric had stuck a lubed finger within his hole, the warmth of his boyfriend’s slick cavern fluttered, he groaned as he flicked his tongue over Eric’s clit, making intense eye contact that sent shock though Eli’s body, his entire existence on fire with passion and lust.

He added a second finger into Eli’s pussy soon enough, a delicious stretch sensation pulsing through the lower half of the man under Eric who continued to scissor him open, the lack of sex in the last year making for a slightly longer process than it used to be, not that either man minded.

“I-Im ready Eric, p-please.” The whispered whine of Eli makes the male hovering with a hand on either side of the smaller’s head, a smirk lingering on his lips as he kissed his love’s neck, sliding his erection into the waiting cunt gently, slowly, easily.

Eli dug his nails into the scarred back of Eric, a low and soft moan seeping into their bedroom walls, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, “O-oh fuck!” Hips thrusted up to meet the thrusts of the hips thrusting down, skin slapping skin soon radiating into the room’s otherwise silent air.

“O-oh Eli…Mmm I missed you..This…us.” Eric shakily whispered, feeling the gummy,wet,warm walls of his lover’s pussy squeeze around his hard cock as he moved his hands into a bruising grip on Eli’s tiny hips, though they both knew he would wear the marks with pride.

Eli flipped the two over, now riding Eric with urgency, wanting nothing more than to show him just how much he had missed him. “F-Fuck! G-gonna cum E-Eric!” Eli whines softly, eyes squeezed shut, his pussy clamping onto Eric’s cock like a vice once more as he hits his peak, finally sending Eric to his own orgasm, spilling his release into the pink velvety walls of his darling.

As the two lay curled together in bed, blankets covering their sweaty,naked bodies as they panted.

“I did think of you, every day, just like you told me too.”

“I like to think that was what brought me back.” Eric said softly, kissing the soft skin of his boyfriend’s forehead.

“How long are you gonna be back?” The younger of the two sniffled, fear panging in his heart.

“The rest of our lives.” Eric promises, gently sighing and pulling Eli ever closer.

“What will we do for the rest of for ever?”

“Love me, that’s all I ask of you.” Eric replies, both vowing their love once more before falling into a peaceful sleep that they would wake from in the morning to start a new day, together as a family of three, FOREVER.

(A/n: I hope this was ok, This is my first time writing for Eric, but the fic idea has been stuck in my head for days, and my smut while not the best, will hopefully get better with practice. This actually made me cry when I wrote it, and I was using the Phantom of the opera soundtrack while I wrote it.. I hope it is alright nonetheless. I will try to post another fic soon)

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