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charmercharm3r · 8 months

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Make Love, Not Porn

Heat Signature

HHJ

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Synopsis: You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, barista!hyunjin x camgirl!reader, masturbation (m, f), teasing, cum eating, (slight) orgasm denial, (also -ish) voyeurism, (not a warning but) open conversations about sex, he’s a little shit but also just a fanboy

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He waited for you.

He waited and waited and waited, for days until he’d finally given up hope that you were going to show face again.

Hyunjin wasn’t even sure you were from the area. For all he knew, you lived a few hours plane ride away. There was no way for him to know.

He’d thought about you every day since, watched every stream and used most of his tips and paycheck to tip you so that you’d remember who he was. It worked, whenever the dinging noise from other patrons tipping died down, there was a moment where he’d rapid fire click the button and you’d know, it was him.

The day after seeing you in person, Hyunjin barely had the mind to put your image down onto paper to immortalize. His minor hobby in doodling came in handy when there was downtime during his shift at the coffee shop. There was an unlimited supply of blank coffee cup sleeves and markers, enough room for his artistic freedom to run wild with images of you and your pretty hands, heavenly voice that he’s been encapsulated with ever since.

Hyunjin kept his doodles in his apron pocket with him at all times. If anyone were to ever see them he swears he’d burst into flames out of embarrassment. How is he stumbling beneath his own feet over someone he’s met once?

But it doesn’t feel like you’ve only met once, he feels like he’s known you for a lifetime. The way you spoke during your cams, you were speaking to him. You had to be. You had to have seen him.

The voice in his head had Hyunjin summing up your absence to the fact that you were simply too busy for coffee. Yeah, that was what he chose to believe, definitely not the fact that he was acting literally insane and scared you into never setting foot in their store ever again.

The universe was listening to him, today of all days. Another early morning and he hadn’t even noticed you walk in at first, after two weeks he’d given up on hoping you’d come back. Imagine his surprise when he’s put on the register and sees you walk up to the counter.

“Ice– iced chai and three blonde shots, right?”

You were taken aback, you’d hadn’t been here in a while, two weeks to be exact. What was this cute, strange barista doing memorizing your order? And why is he looking at you like he’s picturing you naked?

“Yeah,” you replied slowly, narrowing your gaze at his pretty features.

He really was weird, his hands were shaking as he input your order, as he took your card and handed it back. When he was done ringing you up, he didn’t hand you the receipt but rather stared at you again. “Are you okay…” you glanced at his name tag, “Hyunjin?”

Oh, his cock twitched.

Be fucking normal. She’s just a person, for fucks sake. Stop being a weirdo. God, you’re embarrassing.

“Y— yeah! It’s just…” Hyunjin’s heart sped up. This was his opportunity to ask you out, compliment you… But instead he asks, “can I have a name for the order?”

That wasn’t what you were expecting. For a second your heart stopped thinking that he had recognized you… Again, impossible, you had been too careful to let anything slip.

“You know my order but not my name?” A dry laugh and awkward but relaxed shrug, you tell him your name and the barista lets out a little inaudible stutter, a small smile spreading across your lips at his endearing reaction,

His head raised to meet your gaze again, “it’ll be out in a minute, pretty.”

Ballsy. Fucking ballsy. You have the most massive pair ever. Wait, she smiled… She smiled?? She’s still smiling? Oh, she’s walking away… I think that worked?

Why were you smiling? And why was your tummy fluttering? A cute barista complimenting you? That was nothing in comparison to the millions of adoring words you receive through your social media and live streams. So why was he any different? Stop smiling, you look stupid.

It really only took a minute, true to Hyunjin’s words. You didn’t expect him to be the one holding your drink at the pick up counter, the way your name rolling off his tongue making your adrenaline rush.

What you didn’t see was him forcing his closest coworker to stand on register so he could be the one to make your drink. The finishing touch was the real kicker. Though it was a cold drink, Hyunjin fished out one of the doodled cup sleeves, the best one he’d drawn, and shyly wrote on the side of it before slipping it on and calling your name. He tried to hide his excitement and nervousness by trilling his voice a little more sing-song to get your attention.

You walked a little too fast towards the black haired barista, catching yourself and slowing as you came closer. He had a smirk that made your knees wobble just a tad bit before he held the drink out for you. Both your eyes met as you grazed his fingertips to pass over the cup, a shot of warmth shooting up your arm with a tingle as he lingered.

“Thank you, Hyunjin.”

“My pleasure, Y/N.”

Just the way he said your name made you want to fold in half. Maybe let him fold you in half. Definitely let him fold you in half.

You hadn’t taken a sip of the drink until you got home, too giddy the entire walk to do anything but clutch it in your hands. But when you did sip on it, you verbally let out a, “mmm!” to no one but yourself.

Hours had gone by of you doing your regular chores and such that you do on your off days. Dirty clothes in the laundry, groceries were put away, now would be a good time to prepare dinner. You had just tossed the now empty to go cup in the trash when the smeared ink on the cardboard cup sleeve caught your eye. You had to dig it out of the trash, but it didn’t seem much out of order other than the wet marks from the earlier drink’s condensation.

There was a drawing, smudged but definitely still there. A small drawing of a girl’s side profile with fingers pressed to her lips like she was holding a cigarette, except she wasn’t. She’s simply touching her lips, depicted in a way that made her look so delicate despite the harsh black ink that carved her into the cardboard. She was pretty. It was probably his girlfriend, more than likely he didn’t think about what sleeve he grabbed and rushed to cup your drink with the one he’d drawn her on. Why did that make your stomach sink a little?

Still, it was a nice drawing. As you slipped it off the cup, you saw the words that made your stomach entirely fall out of your ass.

Sweetheart.

Hyunjin waited again for you to return. When you didn’t the next day he was sure he scared you off. There was a reason you remained anonymous, to avoid situations exactly like this one. He just couldn’t help himself. If you freaked out, he’d act clueless and make an excuse to say it was only a cute nickname. He hoped you wouldn’t take it like that, however the fact that it took you another week and a half to come back to the coffee shop told him that was probably what you thought.

You avoided his gaze when you came into the shop for the third time. There was no line for once, but then again, it was way past the morning when you’d come the first few visits.

Hyunjin’s breath hitched when you came straight up to the counter and met his eyes timidly, darting around as if you were scared to truly look at him.

“The usual?” He asked, hoping the sincerity in his voice would ease your clear distress.

“N— no… No drink…” Your words trailed off and Hyunjin felt himself starting to panic.

“I’m not a stalker, I swear. I just really… admire your work? For lack of a better phrase.” The genuineness could be felt in the air between you, and it made you want to trust him. But still, there’s always lingering doubt.

You lowered your voice and held out the doodled cup sleeve, “maybe you should keep the drawings of your girlfriend somewhere you won’t give to someone else you’ve seen naked.”

“What?” Hyunjin stared at you, blinking soullessly.

He had expected you to yell at him, scream, make a scene and call him all kinds of names. This was not on his bingo card.

“Your… your girlfriend?” You raised up the drawing and he laughed. A full belly laugh that made his shoulders shake and luscious black hair fall into his handsome, handsome face. “I’m very confused right now.”

“Oh, you’re so pretty.”

“I don’t know you well enough for you to be making fun of me.”

“I’m off in thirty minutes. Wanna get coffee?” It was your turn to stare blankly at him. He smiled again shyly, “barista joke, forget it. But seriously, can we… maybe talk?”

“You just wanna talk?”

“Yeah.”

“…Alright.”

“I’ll call your name when your drink’s ready.”

“I didn’t order—“

“On the house,” Hyunjin leaned both hands into the counter, tipped his head slightly down, and smirked. Like a fucking player. That stupid smile, you don’t even know the guy and still want to simultaneously kiss him and slap that grin off his face. A frown and a nod, you sit at an empty table in the corner.

Less than five minutes later, Hyunjin is walking over to you with the drink in hand and he takes the open seat across from you.

“Aren’t you still working?”

“You’re the only one here.” You glance around the room, the shop is completely empty.

“A filthy blonde chai, plus one more shot.” The drink is slid over to you by large, polished hands. “I’m not sure what they call a triple espresso chai… Most people usually stop at two. But, I don’t think you’re like most people.”

“Only a barista would use that line.”

“Honestly, I’m shitting bricks just sitting in front of you and I’m so glad I can barely hear myself over the music in this place because I wanted to melt into the floor as soon as I said it.”

The way he spoke was cute, like he couldn’t get himself to stop talking. “Are you fangirling right now?”

Hyunjin’s ears tinted a bright red and felt his cheeks flush with warmth. “Yeah, a little.”

“Over a pornstar?”

“To be fair you’re not a pornstar, you're a camgirl.”

“I don’t think that makes it any better.”

“For me or you?”

“…Both, I guess.”

He bit his plush bottom lip before letting slip from between his teeth, simply looking at you. “If it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I follow.”

It took you a minute to sit with that information, the entire ordeal was strange and you weren’t entirely sure what compelled you to come back to the shop in the first place. Within your silence, nothing actually processed in your head, there were no thoughts. Your career required you to be strategic as one wrong move could bring everything crashing down. As you sat in front of Hyunjin, the awkwardly suave, raven haired barista that makes a mean triple blonde chai, you realized how much you liked not having to think.

“You’re the only one I watch, actually,” he continues to ramble in the lingering silence. “There really isn’t anything else– or, anyone else that I want to watch. That sounds… really gross now that I’m saying it out loud… I’m sorry, I’m– you make me really nervous. I don’t even know why, I don’t even know you. I mean, I do know you, but I only just met you. A– and I only knew who you were because of your voice. The way you speak– I love the sound of it. I could listen to you talk all day.”

You only stared at him with an unreadable expression, keeping your heart-fluttered cards close to your chest. “That does make me feel a little better,” you admitted softly. “But you’re not a stalker?”

Hyunjin leaned onto his elbows on the table. Even sitting and slouching, he had to look down at you. “Sweetheart, you walked into my shop, remember? I’ve been working here longer than you’ve been streaming. You came to me.”

Not. A. Single. Thought.

How quickly he could go from a stuttering mess to acting like a cocky jackass gave you whiplash, you literally couldn’t predict what would come out of his mouth next. All that made your brain totally empty, words couldn’t form in your mouth to respond back.

Hyunjin reached across the table for where your hands played with the cup sleeve. His touch made warmth flood through your skin, up your arms and into your cheeks. He took the cardboard and held it next to your reddening face. “You really couldn’t tell?”

“I can tell that you should probably inform your girlfriend of the massive crush you have on a camgirl.”

He huffed and leaned back in his chair, tossing the cup sleeve between the two of you. “It’s not my girlfriend. It’s you.”

“What?! I don’t look like that!” You grabbed the drawing to examine closer, still not seeing the comparison.

“You look exactly like that! Maybe the marker I used was too thick, but it’s definitely you.”

“No, I mean this girl is… It’s not me.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Your head shot up to look at him. Was he really agreeing with you right now? “You’re waaay prettier than this. I had only seen you one time when I drew it, didn’t get to really look at your features. Was kinda starstruck, ya know?”

“...The more you talk, I can’t tell what you want from me.”

“Why do I have to want something from you to get to know you?”

What was his deal? Was he dense? Was there a sign on your back that said, “fuck with me?” This was a joke and no one was laughing but him. There was no reason for him to want to even talk with you, there had to be another reason. It didn’t make any sense.

“Everyone wants something. What do you want?”

Hyunjin leaned further forward and stared straight into your eyes, “to know you.”

How badly did you want to look away, but Hyunjin made it so hard. He kept the eye contact so steady, blindly reaching for your hand across the table and simply holding your fingertips with his, hardly even touching and the combination was still so deadly. His thumb rubbed lightly over your knuckles and you couldn’t help but lean in closer to him as well, furrow in his brow from the seriousness turn the conversation has taken only deepening.

He couldn’t read you as much as he tried. There was your poker face you’d mastered after the last person you’d cared about enough to take back to your showroom. Hyunjin didn’t know that, or even needed to know that, but you were weirdly comfortable around him. As uncanny as everything leading up to this was, your mouth moved on its own.

“Why do you deserve to?”

“Someone hurt you… badly, didn’t they? So much that you’re questioning why I want to know you as a person and not just a body.”

“Why do you keep talking like you know my life story? You don’t know me!”

“That’s kinda the whole point. I want to! You keep saying I don’t know you, so let me!” His voice raised slightly as yours did, mimicking your frustration.

And honestly, you couldn’t blame him. You were being annoying about this on purpose, you needed to push his buttons to see if he was going to be true to his word. If he wasn’t he’ll bow out quick after realizing you’re not worth all the effort. If he is… you hope for your heart he isn’t. But you want it so badly at the same time, you crave it. You’ve dreamed and fantasized of someone wanting you and only you, doing everything in their power to keep you, cherish you, make you feel so loved that they’d die if they couldn’t tell you that you meant more than the world to them. The kind of love that most people in your line of work gave up on a long time ago.

That’s the goal, isn’t it? To be loved? That’s what’s supposed to be the end game. If everyone is after it, why isn’t it easier to find?

“I have a livestream in two hours…” your voice quivered. Why were you telling him this?

“You do…” his was steady. Why is he still holding your hand?

“I want to trust you.” You wanted to hide under a rock. Why do you like him holding your hand?

“You’re doing the best you can.” He seems so honest. Why are you still scared?

“You get one chance. If you’re serious, maybe I’ll keep you around.” His smile is so sweet. What is happening?

“That’s all I need.”

Fuck, he’s here. Why is he in your apartment? Why did you bring him back here? Stupid, stupid, stupid. You were already regretting it when you led him through the threshold and removed your shoes. He complimented your place, said it smelled nice. That’s a good sign, but this was out of your comfort zone.

Way, way, waaay out of your comfort zone.

Is this self-destructive? It is, yet you’re doing it anyway. You already broke rule number 4: don’t give everything all at once. You bulldozed through it, actually, dust and cement and rubble in the wake of your metaphorical path to lead him into your home and towards your showroom.

You led him towards the bed that was to the side of your streaming desk so you could see him past the monitors. Hyunjin was hesitant and sat as close to the edge as possible. As you say next to him, you could smell the coffee that seemed to seep from his pores, bitter but still sweet, energizing but would let it lull you to sleep. His gaze didn’t stray around the room, he didn’t even bother looking at your set up, focused on the way your shoulders relaxed and looked to be slightly less timid.

Hyunjin didn’t know where to put his hands, keeping them in his lap as you reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. “Why am I here, Y/N?”

“You’re going to help me.” His eyes grew wide in shock, mouth parting slightly. “Not like that, get your mind out of the gutter.” The force of which he closed his mouth made his teeth audibly knock together.

Hyunjin wanted to melt under the sudden intensity of your gaze, still playing with the tips of his hair at the nape of his neck while staring at him like a lion to a gazelle. “You get to look, but not touch… me.”

His eyebrows shot up, “what?”

“You heard me,” you leaned in closer, so close he could feel your warm breath on his cheek. Hyunjin was frozen solid and you haven’t even done anything yet, but he was ready to do anything you asked him to. Into his ear, you whispered, “look, no touching.”

It was just a peck. A simple peck of your lips to his cheek, that was all and it made Hyunjin’s entire body shake out of excitement. He got hard instantly and tried to adjust his pants so you couldn’t see the very obvious tent. Not for his efforts, you saw anyway and giggled. Oh, your laugh was so pretty, so innocent sounding despite the very unholy acts you were about to participate in. The same unholy acts he was about to participate in, too.

“Is this okay?” You asked, lips still close to his cheek. Hyunjin nodded rapidly, wanting to turn so you’d kiss him for real. “I need you to tell me, with your words, baby.”

“Y— yes, more.” There was a shudder in his voice, a very obviously excited one at that.

You placed another gentle kiss to his cheek, “more what?”

Hyunjin leaned in so you were cheek to cheek, “more kisses, please.”

“What’s got you so worked up? Haven’t done anything,” you cooed back, threading your fingers through his hair and his entire body shivered. “You like when I call you baby?”

He nodded again and leaned into your hand, the only downside of that was it pulled his face from yours. Hyunjin debated on cupping your cheek, but you’d said no touching and he wanted to be good for you. Even though his first instinct was to reach out, he stayed put, letting that energy flow into gripping the sheets below him.

You didn’t pull his hair, didn’t do anything but keep your hand tangled in it but the feeling made him shut his eyes. You were really here, holding him like this, talking to him the way he’d always imagined. The fact that you even considered giving him the time of day made him wonder if this was real life anymore.

“I thought you would. You’re my favorite, too.”

Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself, you were saying all the right words. He pulled away for a split second to look at

you in awe, then crash his lips against yours in a fevered kiss, searing hot and so, so needy. He whined into your mouth, completely lost in the sensation while you were taken slightly by surprise. Not in a bad way, you were just happy he’d been able to restrain himself for this long in the first place.

You kissed him back, just for a second before tearing him away by the back of the hair. Caught off guard, he softly whimpered at the harshness, then tried to follow your lips again but was unable. “No touching. If you can’t follow directions—“

“I can, I can! I promise.”

Huffing, you tossed him back to lay his head into the pillows. A devious smile played along his lips as his heart rate slowed again, “you liked it, though. I felt you kiss me back.”

You raised an eyebrow, moving to kneel onto the mattress beside him. “Hm, I can’t recall.”

It stung his heart a little, but he knew it was just an act. It was your way of riling him up.

You didn’t touch him now, there was still a few centimeters of space between your bodies and he could still feel your lips on his. His chest leveling out, erection in his pants painfully throbbing in his jeans, looking up at you with the best puppy dog eyes he could conjure, Hyunjin could die happy if you pat his back like after a sports match and sent him home.

But you didn’t. You didn’t move, you just looked at him. It made him slightly nervous only because he couldn’t be sure what you were thinking.

Hyunjin sat up on his elbows, “what are you gonna do to me?” Not an ounce of fear in his voice, pure curiosity and anticipation.

“I’m not gonna do anything.” His eyes followed you as you stood to walk towards your computers. It wasn’t until now did he see you sit in the chair he’d been watching you in since the start of your career. Seeing it in person made his chest feel warm, like knowing this bit of information was as if he’d truly been with you this entire time from the start.

You didn’t look at him as you typed at your computer for a moment, clicking the mouse a few times, and suddenly Hyunjin’s phone went off. He fished it out of his pocket to find a notification from that godforsaken website, “live soon, hardcandysweetheart: heat signature.”

“Am I gonna be on—“

“No, I wouldn’t throw you to the wolves like that.”

“…What does heat signature mean?”

“Our little secret,” you made your way back to the bed, taking your spot next to Hyunjin once more. This time, though, your hand was placed next to his thigh, a little too close for comfort. Softly did your fingers play with the hem, Hyunjin darted his eyes down then back up to your face, feeling his chest heating up again. “No one knows that I’m not alone. No one knows I have you here with me, watching me, drooling over me. You’re the only one that gets to see everything. Straight into to the warmest parts of me.”

All the blood he had left in his head rushed straight to his cock, making Hyunjin even harder, if that was possible. “Please, touch me,” he found himself begging.

The laugh you let out was menacing, it made him cower back slightly. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But no. I want you to touch yourself for me.”

“What?” Hyunjin asked louder, a little more embarrassed now that you’d furrowed your brows at him and tilted your head. His chest deflated at your clear annoyance.

“It’s a very intimate thing,” you started, softening your eyes as his pride crumbled little by little. “Sometimes, I think it’s more intimate than sex itself, showing your partner how you like to be pleasured. It’s the key to a person’s body and mind. If you know what place to touch, how to touch them, they’re yours. If you make them cum, you own them.”

Well when you explain it like that, Hyunjin can’t help but feel sorry for snapping. It makes sense to him, “knowledge is power.”

“Knowledge is power. Sex is more than physical. It’s emotional, mental— it’s everything before the clothes come off and everything after you both cum. If you feel seen, then your partner is doing something right.”

A few silent seconds, you could tell he understood by the way he was looking at you; ready to comply with any request. Hyunjin loved the way you talk so freely about sex, like it was just another conversation because it is. It’s nothing to be ashamed about and it’s not taboo. Your nonchalant, yet very caring attitude about the topic of sex made him feel more comfortable than any ex partner ever had when he was actually naked in front of them.

“Can I take my pants off now?”

You rolled your eyes, “keep your underwear on.”

Hyunjin thought he was fast before, this was a new record. Clothes were off in the blink of an eye— at least, his were. You eyed him up and down as he stripped and stood at the foot of the bed for your next instruction. “On your back.” He clambered onto the bed, not even caring that you were still fully dressed and he was in nothing but his boxers.

“Close your eyes.” He did. But only after he took a long, adoring stare into yours. “Did kissing me get you this hard, baby?” Hyunjin nodded, clawing at the sheets to keep himself contained.

You chuckled softly, “that makes me happy. This should be easy for you, then.” The bed shifted beside him and suddenly heat was swallowing him whole. Your breath tickled his neck, feeling you sitting closer to his head as you continued to talk to him. “When I first saw you, I didn’t think anything of it.”

What a boner killer. Not his boner, though.

“Then when you smiled at me, I thought it was just to get you some extra tips. Clearly, it worked. This is a pretty big tip. You have such a pretty smile.” Hyunjin’s hips kicked up just slightly. He couldn’t see it, but you were smirking at how easy he was to work up.

“Such a pretty smile, but such a dirty mind. I wanna know,” your lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Tell me, baby. What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

“You,” he answered immediately, fighting the urge to palm at his twitching dick.

Gently as not to startle him, you unclenched his hands from the sheets and moved them towards where he needed it most, keeping your hands to yourself as soon as he got the idea.

“Me? That’s sweet,” you were sincere, flattered. “What about me?”

Hyunjin rubbed the heel of his palm hard into his cock through the thin fabric. There was already a darkening wet patch, your mouth watered at how much he was leaking. You couldn’t lie to yourself, he was big. Not so much girth, but just the right width with a little extra length and it made your pussy clench at the prospect of what could be.

“Mmph— your hands. So pretty, want them around my throat.” Just the light graze of your fingernails raking across his neck made Hyunjin buck up into his own hands. “An— and your thighs. Looks so soft, I wanna bite into them.”

“And mark me up? Wanna leave pretty bruises for everyone to see?”

“Fuck, yes!” He pressed harder, resisting from sticking his hand down his pants. Obviously, you couldn’t have that, you were in a time crunch.

“Underwear off.”

“Thank god,” he rushed to shove them down, not even past his knees before he grabbed his cock and began to tightly fist himself.

There was a messy coating of precum over the tip, glistening in the soft warm pink and yellow mood lighting. He really did have a pretty cock, assumptions right in that he was perfectly proportioned with girth and length, looking oh-so-suckable.

“Fuck, keep talking. Please.”

“What is it about me that really gets you off? Hm? You like how amateur and naïve I act? Or is it that you can imagine any girl’s face when I touch myself?”

“No, no,” he whined, tightening his first around the upper half of his dick, short but hard ruts into the fleshy ring.

“No? Then what is it, baby?”

“Your voice— god, fucking hell. The way you speak, the way you talk like you’re only talking to me. Like you only want me, that there’s no one else that you need and I’m the only one who can make you feel so fucking good— fuck!”

He was leaking more and more to puddle onto his abdomen. You reached over to dip the tip of your finger into it, swirling around in the mess before bringing the coated digit back up to his mouth. “Open.” He did, and closed as soon as he felt your finger press onto his tongue. Hyunjin moaned at the taste of himself, not at all put off but rather throbbing even harder.

“What would you do to me if I gave you the chance?” You asked quietly, genuinely curious as he swirled his tongue around your cleanly-licked finger.

The question erupted a louder groan from deep within his chest, hardly muffled by the weight on his tongue. You stole it away so he could talk, secretly putting it into your mouth as his eyes were still closed to get a little glimpse more of what he tastes like.

“Make you be a little pillow princess at first. Wouldn’t let you lift a finger and kiss you everywhere. Hard.” You liked that idea, pressing your legs together. “Wanna taste your pussy so bad. I’d eat you out until you’d be begging for me to stop and fuck you. No, I wouldn’t. I’ll feast on you for as long as I fucking want— only if you use your safe word would I stop.” He murmured that last part a little softer. How sweet.

Hyunjin sped up his movements, gathering the leaking fluids to use as lubricant and letting the wet sounds fill the room.

“Would you make me cum?” It was an innocent question.

“Would I?” But he took offense to it. “I’d make you cum all night long if you wanted. With my mouth— in my mouth. On my cock, make you hump my thigh like you do with those stupid fucking toys. God, I hate them and I love them, they always make you cum so hard. I can do that, too. I can make you cum so hard you’ll never wanna come back down. Fucking shit, want you to ride my thigh so badly. Want you to wanna fuck me all day, everyday, want you to think of me the way I think of you.”

His stomach was tensing, reaching down with the other hand to fondle his balls. You watched every one of his movements, memorized the places he reacted to the most. It seemed the tip was clearly the most sensitive, but he liked just the quick swipes over it, probably too sensitive for his own good. But then his grip would tighten just under it, fucking the ring of his fingers like it was a pocket pussy. He tugged at his balls, rolling them in his palm and arching into the bed. You wondered how long until he was ready to blow.

“I want that.” Your admittance made him peek open his eyes slightly. You didn’t scold him for disobeying, instead keeping the eye contact and moving off the bed.

Hyunjin watched as you stripped your top off facing him, then your bottoms to reveal a cute light purple set. Nothing too fancy, but so suited to you it made his mouth drool over the way the strappy underwear hugged your love handles.

“But I have a job to do. So you’re gonna keep quiet for me, okay?” He sat up, slowing down his motions but not stopping.

Hyunjin was in awe. Mindless, jaw dropping awe in how easily you stripped in front of him. He never thought the act of you taking off a shirt in front of him would have him almost cumming instantly. Of course he’s seen you naked, but this was domestic. This was nothing any of your viewers has ever seen. Was he being a creep? Maybe, but you liked the way he was looking at you. He hasn’t been shy about wanting you, but how he couldn’t take his eyes off you now, it made the twisting in your belly churn tighter and brighter.

Thankfully your computer was already on, you didn’t have to look away from Hyunjin and his pretty cock. Just one click and you’re live.

But you waited. You waited for him to get closer to the edge. He needed a little push.

Taking your hand away from the mouse, you instead brought your knees up and rested your feet onto the chair to expose your core. With two fingers, you ran them over the gusset of your soaked panties, a visibly dark patch clear for Hyunjin to see.

His eyes rolled back and sped up the jerking movements, the loud slick noises echoing in the small room. Just the sound of him made you gush, so close to skipping your livestream just to fuck him into tomorrow.

No. Self control. Just this once.

You rubbed yourself a little harder over the fabric, waiting for the right moment. When his mouth dropped and let out a small whimper, you quickly closed your legs and turned back to the computer.

“Quiet now, baby. Relax and enjoy, but don’t make a sound.”

“Fuck— wait, I’m gonna cum—“

You quickly adjusted the camera and clicked, start live.

“Have I kept you waiting long?”

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littlefreya · 1 year

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Hi Freya, do you have any sneaky public sex fics?🙈

Let's say you came to the right place because I have a BUNCH of these. Enjoy :)

List of my stories depicting public sex

Risky - Henry x Reader - Henry makes you cookwarm him during a public event.

It can’t wait - Henry Cavill x Reader (Smut, semi-public rough sex, MaleDom) Dirty rough elevator sex with Henry

Plot Twist - Henry Cavill x Reader - You are a co star acting alongside when you get into a tricky situation

Plot twist part 2 - Henry Cavill x Reader - Henry and you hated one another since the day you started working together. However, things took an awkward turn after an embarrassing incident on set.

Dirty Henry - Henry x Reader - A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Good Girl - Henry x OFC Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing.

Ordinary Day - Henry x Reader - Things get frisky during wine and pasta.

Cowboys from Hell - August Walker x Female Reader - You enjoy a rock concert, fixating on the drummer when someone in the crowd decides to use you first…

(more under the cut)

Pretty when you Cry - Henry x OFC ( MaleDom, oral, breeding) Henry can be overprotective and asked his lady several times not to do her own dangerous stunts while filming. But she chooses to defy him and that’s gonna cost her.

Putting up a Show - Henry x OFC (Smut, public fucking) Awards shows are always a bore and Henry is always touchy-feely with his girl.

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong.

Bad Reputation - Henry x OFC (Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, thigh riding, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, unprotected sex and bodily fluids! ) Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them

Late Hours - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, mention of fingering, a “thrill of the chase”, teasing, indecent work relationship, grinding, exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, jealousy. ) After a small lustful rendezvous in the elevator where August had his fingers where they shouldn’t be he is now ignoring you and you are not having any of it.

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove

Feral Collision - Coach!Syverson x Reader (Smut, inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.) After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course.

Feral Collision Part Two - Coach!Syverson x Reader (smut, age-gap - reader is over 18, inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.) You vowed this could never happen, but the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch…

Cockwarming Sherlock at the Park - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, cockwarming) Sherlock was leaning against the thick tree bark, calmly reading a book. The air smelled fresh with grass, damp moss and that animalistic musk that was him, the civilised beast.

Carriage Ride - Sherlock x Reader (Smut, oral sex - man receiving, mentions of spanking. ) Giving Sherlock a blow job during a carriage ride.

#ask freya #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanficton #august walker #captain syverson #august walker x reader #captain syverson x reader #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader

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luaspersona · 1 year

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fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility.

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures.

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself.

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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builtbybrokenbells · 1 month

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belladonna | iii (pt. 2)

too beautiful to resist, and too deadly to survive; the tragic tale of belladonna in all its glory.

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Pairing: Danny Wagner x f!reader, f!reader x OC

Word count: 21k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, sorta rough sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), dirty talk, slight dom/sub, slight brat/brat tamer dynamic, praise, multiple orgasms, mentions of orgasm denial, degradation, name calling, pet names, biting, mentions of toxic/abusive parents, mentions of/toxic relationships/emotionally abusive relationships, mentions of criminal activity/criminal records, poverty, mentions of homelessness, mentions of physical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of AA/NA, NA meetings, heavy descriptions of addictions, use of/mentions of drugs, mentions of relapsing, mentions of OD, mentions of drinking, painful amount of flirting, mentions of hookups/sex, smoking, depression/anxiety, mental health struggles, swearing, sorry if I miss any!!

my favourite part so far 😁 finally some confidence from the two lovebirds. as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🤍

You had never felt so good. You had never felt so alive. You wondered, if his company felt so rewarding even after such a short period of time, what would months feel like with your heart and soul entangled in his. For once, the unknown was exciting rather than paralyzing. As gravity pulled you closer, you began to believe that you could live in the unknown with Danny until the end of time, and it would be inexplicably better than existing within the known without him by your side. He was so close, and it was hard not to jump. You wanted everything all at once, but savoring him seemed like the only option. His lips were nearly brushing against your own, and despite your earlier efforts at shoving the feelings away, you needed him to close the gap between you. You needed it like water, but you were so parched that you couldn’t speak the words nor go in search of it yourself.

You knew how foolish it was to leave your fate in the hands of another, but for once, not even your own psyche seemed to be able to ruin the moment for you.

“Hey, guys. I’m gonna take Rose outside, seems like—oh… sorry.” Sam’s voice cut through the static silence in the room, causing you to immediately shy away from Danny. You peeked at Sam, mostly hiding behind the boy standing before you. Your cheeks were crimson, incriminating you further. Danny dropped his hand to your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance as he noticed the look on your face. Then, he turned to face his best friend, giving him a smile but shooting daggers with his eyes.

“Sure thing, we’ll meet you out there.” He said, keeping his tone light so you wouldn’t notice his upset. Sam gave a sympathetic look, mouthing another ‘I’m sorry’ at him before he backed out of the room. Danny stayed in the position for a moment, almost too embarrassed to look back in your direction. His hand was still on your arm, sending shivers down your spine while you hoped things would not become weird between you two. “Sorry, y/n.” Danny said, finally managing to place his fear to the side as he turned to look back at you.

“No, don’t be sorry.” You shook your head. “Really, it’s okay.” You wanted to tell him how badly you wanted it, to express your desire to follow through with the earlier idea, but you could not force the words out of your mouth. You hoped that he could see it in your eyes, that if he looked hard enough he could understand exactly how you were feeling without you having to say anything at all. He studied your expression for a moment, a small smile crossing his lips as he nodded. He understood, and because he understood so well, he didn’t feel the need to force you to say it.

“You wanna get going? We can head to that park you were talking about?” He offered, knowing that a change in environment might help you to forget about the lingering embarrassment.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me.” You nodded. He gave you another smile, one that was more reassuring than the last. He made a move to step away, but you reached out and grabbed his hand to hold him in place. “Wait.” You said, your stomach taken over by a nervous flutter.

“What’s up, Utah?” He asked, looking down at your hand in his. He didn’t need to say it for you to know that he also believed it felt right.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked. He cocked his head to the side, but the smile remained on his lips.

“Yellow or orange, I guess. Reminds me of summer.” How fucking fitting that his favourite colour was the same colour as the sun. To you, he was the sun. Bright and beautiful, warm and inviting, but dangerous if you got too close or stayed near without any protection. “Why?”

“I was just… curious, I guess.” You said, feeling stupid for asking such a childish question.

“What’s yours?”

“Purple.” You replied without hesitation. “Every shade.” You clarified. “What’s your middle name?”

“Robert.” He chuckled. “You want to know me better or something?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Is it a crime?”

“No,” he shook his head, unable to express how happy he was that you cared to ask the questions at all. “When’s your birthday?”

“June 28th.” You grinned. “You?”

“December 29th.” He said, holding on to your hand a little tighter.

“Favorite album?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Careful, now. This might be a dealbreaker.”

“That’s a tough one.” He sighed, noticing you making a move towards the door. He followed, still holding your hand in his. “Harvest was a good choice. I’ve always been a fan of Neil Young. Rumors is obviously another good choice.”

“Cop out answers.” You scoffed, teasing him as you led him to the main door of the building.

“What?” He asked, laughing as you brought him outside. “You said Harvest, did you not?”

“I did.” You nodded, your smile beginning to hurt your cheeks. “So that would make you a bit of a copycat, hmm?”

“Zeppelin III, then?” You thought about it for a moment, then eventually gave a nod of your head.

“I’ll accept it.”

“Thank you, I guess?” He opened the passenger door for you as he spoke, making your blush return to your cheeks with full force.

“You’re welcome.” As you climbed in, you saw Sam walking back over to the car. Rose was pulling on her leash, stopping to inspect every growing weed and yellow dandelion as they passed by. Spring was coming with full force, and Rosie was not the only one enjoying the season change. Danny closed the door as you settled in, catching Sam in a small conversation as he made a move towards the backseat. You didn’t have enough energy to read their lips as they spoke, and you definitely didn’t care to dwell on Sam’s apologetic expression as your phone began to ring in your pocket.

You grabbed it, looking quickly at the contact and feeling your whole body food with dread. John was calling, and for once in your entire life, you could not bear the thought of going in early. Before answering, you looked out the window, catching sight of Danny’s side profile. The sight was so beautiful that you couldn’t fathom the idea of walking away from it if you did not have to. Being with him made you happier than you had been since you moved to the city, and it was a feeling you weren’t comfortable letting go of just yet.

Then, you were pulled back to reality for a moment. You looked back down at the phone in your hands, realizing that you had not known Danny for long enough to choose him over OT pay at the diner. Logically speaking, the extra four hours of work you would get paid for could go towards an extra grocery bill you usually could not afford, or more importantly, two packs of cigarettes to enjoy. Four hours of work and a hangout cut short seemed like a fair trade for the luxury of smoking as many cigarettes as your heart desired rather than smoking them halfway to make it to the next payday.

You stopped your train of thought, looking away from your phone and out the front windshield.

Were you really comparing a living human being to a pack of Marlboro Reds?

You feared that you lost your humanity, trading human connection with substance in an attempt to protect your heart. After your relentless heartbreaks from Vincent, you were stingy when it came to handing pieces of yourself to others. It was understandable to feel such a way, but absolutely not to feel such a blatant lack of regard for others. You looked back out the window, lingering over Danny’s smiling face for a moment while he conversed with Sam, wondering how you could ever feel such a way about him in particular. He was worth more than a thousand packs of cigarettes, and made you feel a million times more in an hour than a cigarette ever could.

The ringing ceased, making you look back at your phone. You had been deliberating so long that John had hung up the call. “Shit.” You muttered to yourself, unlocking your screen to call him back. Before you could, it was already ringing again with another incoming call. You did not hesitate to accept it, pressing the phone to your ear as you thought out an apology for not answering the first time. “Hey, John.”

“Hey, darlin’.” He said, stress clearly laced within his tone. Suddenly, you were plagued with guilt at just the thought of declining the extra hours. Never once had you turned him down when he asked you to help, and the more you thought of it, the more you realized that he depended on your extra hours just as much as you did. The whole situation was conflicting and cofusing, mostly because you had never been in a position where taking extra hours was a conflict of interest. “Sorry if I woke ya’.”

“No, no, you’re okay.” You assured him. “Did you need me to come in?” He let out a long chuckle, and you could hear him rubbing his chin in his hand through the speaker.

“No, actually. For once, that’s not why I’m calling.” Your stomach dropped, hoping that he was not calling for an even worse reason. You had never done anything bad enough to make him question your employment, but every time he called and seemed to be in a poor mood, you feared he might fire you. The last thing you needed was to lose your only source of income, especially when you were already poor and struggling to survive. It would be a one way ticket back to Utah, where your mother would forever hold it against you with reiterations of ‘I told you so’ and ‘I knew you wouldn’t make it’.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, what isn’t wrong when it comes to this place?” He asked, exhaling a long sigh. “Don’t worry about coming in tonight. Pipe burst in the kitchen this morning, and the plumbers won’t be able to fix it until tomorrow. Took us about an hour to get it under control, so it’s a mess in here.”

“Oh, shit.” You sympathized, breaking your concentration for a moment when you heard the car doors open and the boys get inside. “Did you need an extra hand? ‘Cause I can come in and help clean.” You offered, hoping he would say no yet too nice not to extend the offer.

“No, honey, that’s alright.” He chuckled, stunned at your eagerness to go in early. “Dylan and Vincent came in to help out. We’re trying to make the dining room into a dining room again,” he paused. “Right now, looks more like a swimming pool. You take the day, and I’ll let you know how it’s looking tomorrow.”

“If you’re sure.” You said, hesitant to accept it.

“Positive.” He affirmed. “Enjoy your day, darlin’.”

“Thanks John. If you need an extra hand, just call.”

“You know I will.” He sighed. After that a few seconds of awkward silence ensued, and just as he ended the call, you could recognize Vincent’s voice in the background, presumably yelling at Dylan for something so minor he’d forget about it as soon as the words left his lips. Your stomach sank at the sound and you glanced at Danny through the corner of your eye, feeling a flash of remorse for Vincent who had no idea what you were up to.

Even if you did not want to be with him—no, could not be with him, breaking his heart was not something you were happy about, and you knew that if he had any idea what you were up to, heartbreak would be the only thing he felt.

“Don’t tell me you have to head into work?” Danny asked, a smile on his face but disappointment was shining in his eyes.

“No, actually.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Don’t have to go in at all. Pipe burst in the kitchen, so they closed the place down ‘til a plumber could take a look at it.”

“So you’re free for the rest of the day, then?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Seems so.” You grinned. “Want to check out the park?”

“Lead the way, Utah.” He said, relaxing back into his seat. You reached to the cup holders between the two of you, grabbing one of the candies. You stuck the wrapper in your pocket and popped the little ball in your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut immediately. The sour sensation spread across your tongue, making your mouth water. The sudden shock of the bitter coating immediately seemed to restart your brain; Vincent was a far away thought, as were all of the things that came along with it. After a few seconds, you pointed your finger in the direction that would lead you to the park, and he followed without another word.

You watched him as he turned on the moderately busy street, focusing specifically on the large hand wrapped around the steering wheel and his elbow nestled comfortably on the door. His other hand, seemingly not knowing where else to go, was resting on his leg while his fingers tapped a small beat into the denim of his jeans. For a split second, you found yourself in a daydream, wondering how it would feel if he reached across the vehicle and rested his hand on your thigh instead. The feeling of his palm draped carefully over the limb, his fingers resting just barely on the inside of it. You imagined the warmth his skin would cast over your naturally cold body, and the strength behind the action, even if he aimed to remain gentle. The more you dreamed of it, the more you wanted it, even if you felt ridiculous about it.

You tried to make yourself believe he didn’t want you in such a way, but the moment you shared surrounded by records that told love stories similar to your own forced you to believe otherwise. Every now and again, you caught him glancing over at you, the sunglasses failing to conceal the sneaky looks. The smile that blossomed on his lips was breathtaking, and it grew even further when you hummed along to a song on his playlist, or when you laughed at a joke Sam spewed from the backseat. There was a twinkle of adoration on his expression when you turned around in your seat, just as willing to give Rose the love she was desperately searching for. You wanted to believe he was looking for a friend, but it was easier to accept that he thought of you the same way you dreamed about him. The only difference was that he allowed himself to feel such things in blatant consciousness, whilst you did all you could to block it out only to succumb to the feelings during deep sleep.

He was a person who was capable of love and being in love, but you were only capable of breaking and losing. He had the skills and ability to make something beautiful, and you only had enough skill to turn a beautiful thing ugly. You’d been so good at it your entire life that it was harder to believe that you could change than it was to live with it, and it killed you to know that you could not offer him all he could offer you.

“Take a left up here, and there’s a big empty lot. You can just park there.” You explained, trying to hide the strain in your voice as you pulled yourself from the wretched thoughts. Your own mind was your worst enemy, constantly pulling you down and holding you back, even when there was nothing to be upset about. Danny hummed an agreement, carefully following your instructions. Within moments, you were stagnant in the aforementioned lot and Rose was nearly breaking down the door to get outside.

The three of you tumbled out of the vehicle and back into the crisp spring air. As soon as the sun hit your face, uninterrupted by any barriers, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Danny gave you a smile, walking to join you as Sam tightened the leash in his hand. The smile on both of their faces made you want to smile, too.

So you did, blinding and dazzling as you sprung forward, leading the way for the other two. It didn’t matter if it was partially fake, because you knew that with time, it could become genuine. You slipped the small energy drink in one of your large pockets and the bag of candy in the other as you walked. Somewhere between the parking lot and the gated entrance to the park, Danny’s hand landed on your lower back. It was weary on his part, as if he was afraid you would recoil, but it was more than welcome. It made you pause your previous dread for a moment and wonder if life could genuinely be so simple, or if you were just exceptionally good at finding every possible way to over complicate things.

“Sometimes things are just as simple as apple juice, y/n, not the big complicated mess that you try and turn everything into.” Liam’s words bounced against your skull, louder each time the memory rang. He was right, and you had a terrible habit of making things so much harder than they needed to be. He had meant it in the sense of your addiction, but as you had come to realize, your addiction was the biggest part of your life, inevitable who you were down to the core. His words applied to you as a whole, rather than a specific topic at the time. Perhaps the NA meeting served a further purpose than just keeping you sober, and Liam’s (mostly) unsolicited advice stretched far beyond your usual troubles. Sometimes, and specifically this time, it was just apple juice.

You didn’t need to keep Danny at a distance, nor did you need to push him away. At the same time, you were not required to tell him your life’s story right then and there. You could simply enjoy the moment without ever having to worry about it, because for now, it was all that mattered. You were wasting your energy wondering how to explain NA meetings and your messy parental relationships, because there was no need to tell him such things right away. You could worry about those bridges when it was time to cross them, and as you located the old swing set with park benches placed neatly beside them, there was no bridge in sight.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Danny asked, snagging the opportunity of alone time while Sam was led in the opposite direction by the curious dog. You looked over at him, smiles still lingering on your faces as you sat down on the mostly dry park bench.

“Not worth a penny, I don’t think.” You replied, happy he chose to sit closer than he needed to.

“Agree to disagree?” He asked, watching as you pulled one foot up under your knee, making yourself at home on the bench. The sight was wondrous to him, making him realize that no matter the circumstance or condition, you could make it comfortable and more importantly, inviting.

“Sure.” You chuckled, reaching in your pocket and grabbing one of the double chocolate muffins you had been dreaming about all morning. “I guess… just pondering. I do that a lot.” He relaxed back into the wooden bench, laughing to himself at your choice of words. “Must be a writer thing.” You shrugged.

“And this pondering happens to be about…?”

“You,” you answered, honest enough. “And how things don’t always have to be complicated.”

“By that you mean, like, us?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’ve got a really good way of making things way more difficult than they have to be. Like right now, we’re sitting on a bench, sharing a muffin?” You posed the words like a question, simultaneously extending the muffin towards him. He looked to your hand, then back at your face, then at the muffin again. There was an amused expression on his pretty face, making it incredibly hard not to stare.

“We are.” He agreed, reaching forward and breaking off a piece of the baked good.

“And that’s just that.” You shrugged. “Just two people, sharing a muffin on a park bench.”

“As opposed to?” You laughed, finally giving in and catching his eye. The sight seemed to take your breath away, but you tried not to let it deter you from the topic at hand.

“As opposed to two people who almost kissed at a record store, and the girl being so nervous about it that she’s making herself sick. As opposed to a waitress who spends all night wondering if that cute guy she met at work likes her back, because she really likes him and it would fucking suck if he didn’t.” You explained, finding the light in his eyes shine a bit brighter as he listened. “But it’s never that serious. We’re just two people, sharing a muffin, watching their friend get dragged around a park by his dog.” At that, he let out a real laugh. It echoed through the empty air, rivaling the beauty of the birds chirping and the wind singing hymns. In an instant, the sound of his joy became more important than two people sharing a muffin, and much more important than an almost-kiss in a record store. It was everything, and you wished to hear it all of the time. If it were possible, you would shrink to microscopic size, riding through the air within the sound waves of the most entrancing sound on earth for eternity.

“We are,” he agreed, nodding at your sentiments. It was a statement the two of you seemed to be bouncing back and fourth between each other, but it didn’t matter that it was futile and lacking substance, because he was the person saying it. You would hang on every word and faint whisper until your insanity took hold. He looked down at you, his long lashes casting a shadow over his sharp cheeks. You met his gaze, craning your head upwards to meditate the height difference. “But I think we’re also two people who almost kissed in a record store, and a beautiful waitress who’s insane for thinking that guy in the booth was cute.”

“We are.” You agreed, strikingly similar to how he did moments before. You wanted to disagree with his last point, yet you didn’t have the strength. His stare was too powerful, taking over every aspect of your life and holding you hostage in the moment.

“I don’t think she needs to worry herself sick, though. She also does not need to wonder if he likes her, too.” You let out a small hum at his words, barely noticeable, but a response nonetheless. In an instant, you became the two people at the record store once more, but this time you were atop a park bench, muffin in hand.

“I guess we’re still those people at the record store.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. The closeness of his face to yours was much less scary than the last time, and you had more confidence when you thought about leaning forward and closing the gap between you.

“We’re also two people on a park bench, sharing a muffin.” He said, making sure you knew he wasn’t trying to prove you wrong. It was almost strange, how he was so cautious with his words so he did not give you the wrong impression. He cared, and he cared more than anyone ever had. Your words were important to him, as well as your heart. He didn’t want to cause any hurt, but rather add to your current state of content. You felt his arm around you, resting on the back of the wooden plank, yet closing in around you further the longer you sat there. It felt good. It felt right.

It was funny how twenty three years of consistently feeling wrong suddenly disappeared, and all it took was a single smile from a curly headed boy tucked neatly into a corner booth at the Fox.

You didn’t believe in fate, but you were certain this was the closest you could get to it without submitting to the feeble idea.

“We’re a million different versions of ourselves all at once. I think it’s pretty cool.” As much as it was true, you wished you could learn when it was time to stop talking, because you knew that sharing philosophy anecdotes was not the best way to pass your time. Not with his heavy-lidded eyes staring into your soul, and especially not with his gentle touch lingering barely over your shoulder. Definitely not when his lips were so close to yours, tempting you further the longer he remained in place.

“Do you think every version of us eventually ends up on a park bench, sharing a muffin?” He asked, clearly unbothered by your nervous rambling as he continued on with the same conversation. In his mind, kissing you came second to talking, as he could spend hours listening to ramblings coming from the deepest depths of your mind. He wanted to kiss you, but not nearly as much as he wanted to hear what you had to say.

“Fuck no,” you giggled, your mouth upturning into a smile. He was so close to you that the motion nearly made your lips brush his, but it did not make him move away. He noticed the corners of your eyes crinkle as you did so, drawing his attention to the freckles dusted like constellations on your tired skin. The hue of sleep deprivation painted your under eyes, and the threat of a blush pulled the picture together in perfect harmony. “I’m sure at least three versions of me suck.”

“Me, too.” He agreed, smiling as he watched you notice the same details on his face. “But even the worst versions of me think that you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.”

“Does every version of you have the same cheesy pickup lines?”

“They wish.” He scoffed lightly. The both of you fell into a laugh, making the act of kissing that much more simple.

His arm resting on the back of the bench slid forward, wrapping around you with little force but ample amounts of energy. Your entire body felt abuzz with emotion as his hand cupped around your upper arm, pulling you closer into him. With a laugh still stuck between your teeth, he brought his other hand to your cheek, similar to how he was holding you at the record store, yet much more comfortable. In an instant, you understood that all of your earlier fears were pointless, because the feeling of his lips meeting yours was much more extraordinary than anything you’d ever felt before.

The tips of his fingers laced in the strands of hair covering your ear, the sweet touch knotting around the locks and ensuring the memory would remain indefinitely. On his lips, the faint taste of chocolate matched your own. His cologne, which was all the more intense with every encounter, seemed to close in around your throat and flood every one of your senses. The warmth of his palm felt like home, and home was something you had never been familiar with before. Your heart was thudding against your chest, trying it’s best to escape and showcase exactly how it bled just for him. In a split second, he became more to you than anything else had ever been, and the longer his mouth moved against yours, the more at peace you felt with it.

You were happy to be important to him, and you were happy that he could be important to you, especially when not much else in your life held a candle to the importance of him. Your many thoughts, which had never really been anything worthwhile, were once again obsolete. The conclusions you drew and hoops you’d jumped through to justify your liking and relationship with him meant nothing, because it was as simple as two people, who were once sharing a muffin on a park bench, kissing on a park bench. It was never as complex as you tried to frame it, and you were fine knowing that you were two people who would happily intertwine your lives for a while. For how long, you did not know, and you did not care. All you cared about was the sweetness of kissing him, and how you never wanted it to end. After that, all you would worry about is when you could do it again.

Some things are as simple as apple juice, and falling for Danny, as it seemed, was even simpler than that. If you had to guess, you would think it was the easiest thing you had ever done.

When he pulled away, you thought you would grieve the loss, yet somehow your chest seemed so much lighter than usual. A cloud of content surrounded you, and it had never been easier to fill your lungs with air. Kissing Danny seemed to cure you of all of the problems constantly looming over your head, and even if it was only temporary, you were thankful he could alleviate it at all.

“I can kiss you again, if that version of you is still worried I don’t feel the same way.” He offered, his face still so close to your own. Despite the distance, you could still feel the lingering ghost of blissfulness that came from such close contact with him.

“Just to be sure.” You said, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

“Right.” He agreed, moving forward and placing another delicate kiss on your lips. It was soft, short-lived, but still as beautiful as the last.

You quickly learned that the only thing better than kissing him for the first time was getting the chance to do it again.

“Is she convinced yet? ‘Cause I can keep going, if she wants me to.” You let out a laugh, leaning forward and repeating the action once more before drawing back entirely.

“I think so,” you assured him. He let his hand linger on your cheek for a moment longer, his thumb drifting gently across the soft skin before he pulled away, too. You saw his eyes flicker past you, a smile still lingering on his face. You turned your head, noticing Sam meandering near the swing set, Rose’s leash tightly in hand. “And I bet that version of Sam is really happy he didn’t screw up your chances this time.”

“You’d be right.” He nodded, noticing that the two were approaching. You picked away at the muffin, suddenly remembering the carbonated beverage in your pocket as you tried anything to forget the feeling of his skin on yours.

It was a terrible thing to be an addict, because the danger extended far beyond the simple claws of substance. You knew that a feeling as good as the one he could give you was more dangerous than anything you’d ever tried.

“You think I could let her off her leash?” Sam asked, approaching the two of you. He didn’t dwell on what he witnessed, but you could see a gleam of emotion in his eye, happy that the two of you had finally seemed to make the move (without another rude interruption from him).

“For sure.” You nodded, swallowing down a mouthful of the artificially flavored drink. You winced slightly at the carbonation, clearing your throat before speaking again. “Nobody ever comes through here, and the road isn’t really busy. If she’s got good recall, I wouldn’t worry.”

“Good,” he sighed, crouching down to unbuckle her harness. “She just wants to run. I feel bad keeping her on the leash.” When she was free, she trotted around the bench a few times, sniffing at the budding dandelions and dead grass. When she looked back up at you, she had a speckle of mud on her nose, causing you to giggle at her. Sam reached in the bag he had slung over his shoulder, quickly finding a tennis ball inside. He flashed the brightly coloured ball in front of her, immediately catching her attention. She watched his hand, waiting for him to throw it for her.

He tossed it, not too far but enough for her to run after it. Within seconds, she was off to retrieve it, and Sam was pulling a pack of cigarettes from the same bag. As he lit the end of it, Rose was already on her way back with the ball. Instead of dropping it at Sam’s feet, she turned to the two of you, watching Danny carefully. He chuckled, reaching his hand out for the ball. She dropped it in his open palm, her tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth as her tail wagged with a fervor.

“You mind if I play with her for a while?” Danny asked, looking between you and the tennis ball in his hand.

“Not at all.” You grinned. He smiled at you, giving your shoulder a slight squeeze before he stood. “Gives me some time to get to know Sam.”

“Of course.” He agreed, nodding his head. “Not too well, though.”

“No need to worry, Michigan.” You promised, your tone soft as you watched him stand. You knew he was only joking, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart tug at his words, wondering why that thought ever crossed his mind in the first place. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Wordlessly, he stood. A stupid smile seemed permanent on his lips as he stumbled forward, drawing his arm back as he walked. The tennis ball soared through the air, and Rose took off in a run, chasing after it. Danny spared one last look over his shoulder, admiring your face before he jogged in the direction he’d thrown the ball. You sat in silence long after he was out of earshot, not sure how to get him off your mind so you could think of something else. Thankfully, Sam took a seat on the bench beside you, further away than Danny once sat. His movement seemed to break you from your trance, and once he knew he had your attention, he began to speak.

“I’m glad I finally got to meet you,” he said, pausing for a moment. “Utah.” He smirked, looking over at you as cigarette smoke billowed around him. The nickname was different coming from Sam’s mouth, definitely not as endearing as when Danny said it, but certainly not unwelcome. It was nice feeling like you were a part of something bigger, rather than your previous impression of only being a girl working at a shitty diner. You didn’t know Sam well enough to believe he thought of you as a friend, but you didn’t mind the idea of being a friend. As the nickname rolled off his tongue, you understood that despite knowing the boy for no longer than a cigarette, you existed as more than a stranger within the frames of his mind. “He talks about you a lot.”

“Does he?” You asked, intrigued at the statement. You looked over, pulling a cigarette from your own pack as you waited for a response. Sam looked too, catching your eye as he let out a soft chuckle.

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded, glancing back over at Danny for a moment. “Came home from the diner that day with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face.” Your cheeks heated, but not too extensively. You felt less embarrassed about the prospect knowing that Sam had seen the same lovestruck look in Danny’s eyes.

“I, uh… I was there that first night, when the two of you came in together.” You confessed, striking your lighter and placing it to the tip of your cigarette. You inhaled deeply, pursing your lips and puffing your cheeks as you exhaled the brunt of the smoke. As you gathered your thoughts, you let the rest filter out of your nose, the harsh chemicals stinging your sinuses. “I was too scared to introduce myself, so I’m real glad he decided to come back.” Sam nodded slowly, looking down at his hands as he took in your words.

“He tells me you’re an author?” He raised an eyebrow, flicking the growing ash to the ground as he spoke. “And a damn good one, at that.”

“I am.” You confirmed, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of him speaking so highly of you. “Maybe not as good as he says, but a writer for sure.” You hummed, swallowing down another mouthful of the energy drink. “I moved here from Utah, thought maybe a new city would help me get where I want to be.”

“Did it work?” You closed your eyes at the question, unsure of how to respond. In some ways, it did. In others, not so much. You felt like you had a head start, that you were exactly where you needed to be, and then you threw it away. The first few months, before Vincent managed to take over every aspect of your life, you were better off than ever before. Once he wiggled his way into your heart, you had been to distracted to care about anything other than the sound of your own breaking heart.

“Yes, but I think it might be wearing off.” You confessed. It was the first time you said it aloud despite thinking it a million times.

“So you’re a floater?” You liked Sam; he didn’t seem fond of small talk and fillers. He got straight to the point, and you could appreciate that. As a poet who felt like the best way to know a person was through the soul, the bourgeoning intensity of his questions felt real, rather than invasive.

“Always have been.” You admitted, picking at a hangnail that was bothering you. “What’s the point of free will if you always stay in the same place?”

“You feel that way about people, too?” He turned towards you now, his stare burning and his expression firm, but not menacing. As he sat before you, his words still ringing in your ears, you understood that he did not ask that question on behalf of himself.

“No.” You shook your head, smiling softly despite his heavy statements. “Loyal as a dog, even if it hurts me more than it helps me.” He didn’t break his eye contact, appearing to be very concerned about your answer. He didn’t want to not believe you, but he wanted to be certain you were telling the truth. You couldn’t blame him, so you didn’t.

“I have to look out for him.” He explained, his eyes softening as he realized your transparency was honest, rather than faked. “It’s nothing personal.”

“Didn’t take it as such.” You assured him. “He’s your best friend, and I’m just a girl who he met at a diner.”

“You’re more than that, Utah.” He chuckled. “But he’s my brother.”

“I get it.” You promised.

“He likes you, and I guess I’m just… I hope you like him the same way.” He continued, losing his rigidity the more he explained himself. “He loves with his whole heart, and it’s gotten him hurt before.”

“You’re floaters, too.” You reminded him, not as a defense, but as insight. “He told me you travel a lot, but you guys seem pretty loyal as well. Especially to each other.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He nodded, smiling at his own stupidity. “Maybe it’s too early to be having the ‘if you hurt him, I hurt you’ talk.” He chuckled.

“Maybe, but better too early than too late.” You took another drag from your cigarette, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. “I can respect someone who cares about his friends so much.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, rubbing his face in his hand for a moment. “I like you too, if that counts for something.” He added, wanting to ensure that you knew that. You smiled at the words, liking the feeling of being liked. “Killer music taste.”

“Thank you. Was the only good thing my family ever gave me.” You joked, prying a laugh from him.

“I hope you guys stick it out,” he confessed. “I’ve known you for a few hours, and I already like you better than the last one.”

“Real piece of work?” You asked, heavily interested but hesitant to tread too deeply. He scoffed, giving an exaggerated nod of his head as he closed his eyes.

“You have no idea.” At the sound of his response, you figured it was best not to ask and rather learn with time.

“I’m happy being liked, and I’m okay with being hated if I hurt him. He seems like a great guy. I’ve never really met anyone like him.” You confessed, looking out across the park. Your eyes landed on him, grinning wildly as he threw the ball yet again for the hyper dog. As she ran to fetch it, you caught him looking back over his shoulder at the two of you, making your stomach twist in a knot. “He’s sweet, and he’s… real. Hard to find someone genuine, and hard to find someone who cares about more than just themselves.”

“He is great,” he agreed. “You’ve never met anyone like him cause there isn’t anyone else like him. He’s one of a kind. Obviously, I’ve never been in love with the guy, but I can see the appeal.” At that, you let out an echoing laugh. The sound wrapped around the trees, as warm as the sun and as big as the sky. It felt good to laugh like that, and you hadn’t in a very long time.

“You could’ve fooled me.” You teased, still feeling the ghost of the laugh tingling on your lips. “Are you a musician too?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Sam asked, gazing curiously over at you.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side.

“We’re in a band.” He said, shocked that the fact was unbeknownst to you.

“Oh,” you shook your head, trying to recall all of the conversations to see if you missed anything. “No, he told me he played a lot of instruments, but never really said he did anything with it. I thought it was just for fun.”

“No, we’ve released some stuff. We’re planning on taking it further, actually. The reason we came here… we were headed to Nashville, figured maybe it was the right move. Before we took such a big step, we decided to take some time, find some inspiration.”

“Oh, wow.” You hummed, impressed but not necessarily surprised. You figured they had to be artists of some kind, especially for how well you got along with Danny. “He told me about the inspiration part, but not much else.”

“Yeah, my brothers Josh and Jake, went to Nashville early. They wanted to get used to the city, explore a bit. Danny and I figured we’d travel a bit, get a taste of the world so we could write about it, you know?”

“Yeah, I get you.” You nodded, realized you had in essence done the same. “That’s really cool.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, smiling as you spoke. “We only really planned to stay here for a few weeks, but I think we might stay for a little while longer.” You couldn’t help but feel your stomach sink at the sound of his words, dread seeping in faster with ever second that passed.

“A few weeks?” You asked, trying to stay calm.

In all of your earlier internal brooding, you never expected the timeline to be that short.

He looked to you, finding your anxious expression saddening to see. He felt guilty for framing the words so poorly, realizing that he made you worry for no real reason at all. “Don’t worry, Utah.” He assured you, giving you a soft smile. “We were only planning to stay here for a few weeks, but things never seem to go to plan. A waitress at a diner or something like that… seemed to make him want to extend the stay.” His voice was calm, soft and reassuring. You felt better almost instantly, letting out a little sigh of relief. “We managed to book the Airbnb for the rest of the summer. We were going to go to a few different places, but we realized New York has lots to offer.”

“It does.” The smile reappeared on your lips as you squeaked the words out. Even though he would be leaving eventually, you were grateful that a few weeks turned into months. You made a pact with yourself to cherish every minute with Danny, and to live in the moment. It was something you’d never done before, but for him, you wanted to try. There was no room for fear in the short time he would be in New York, as it would do nothing but take away from all the good that you could do.

The sound of paws on wet ground made you turn away from Sam, seeing Rosie barreling towards you two with the ball in her mouth. Danny was not far behind her, although he wasn’t moving nearly as fast. He had a glowing smile and eyes that only wanted to focus on you as he approached. Sam didn’t say anything else, but the look in his eye told you all you needed to know. He liked you, and would continue to like you as long as you didn’t hurt Danny. Lucky for him, you had zero intentions on doing such a thing. You only ever knew how to break things, but this was something you could not bear the thought of damaging. He was someone that you couldn’t bear to break.

“You have fun?” You asked him, your tone changing slightly as he continued to watch you. You weren’t sure if you were being less of yourself around him because of how different you were feeling, or if he was the only person in the world that could make you aware of such parts of you.

“You have no idea.” He joked, resuming his earlier position on the bench. Sam reached into his bag, pulling out a bottle of water and a cup for Rose to drink out of. “He tell you all of my secrets?” Danny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not exactly,” you chuckled. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in a band?” You questioned, finishing off the last of your beverage and sticking the cigarette butt in the now empty can.

“Oh,” he uttered, seemingly a bit flustered at the question. “Guess I never thought it was that important.” He shrugged.

“I think it’s very important.” You said, brushing off his nonchalance. “If it means something to you… it means something to me.” Your voice was quiet, and you couldn’t believe you’d let such a sentiment slip into the conversation. A small smile turned up on the corners of his lips, your words touching him and making his heart speed.

“If that’s the case, I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner.” He chuckled.

“I’ll forgive you this time, as long as I get to hear you play sometime.” You said, deciding not to pressure him too much.

“I suppose I could make that happen.” His smile continued lingering on his cheeks as he looked over your face once more. He wanted to sear the sight in his memory just so he never had to forget the moment.

You realized quickly that Danny loved the version of you two on a park bench, sharing a muffin just as intensely as you did. He did not say the words, but you could see it in his eyes, and the appreciation for the moment was radiating from him.

He made it incredibly hard not to fall for him.

The afternoon passed without any warning, the sun sinking further in the sky as conversation steadily filled the air. Laughs were plentiful, and the sunlight shining down on the three of you made it all the more remarkable. None of you wanted to part ways, but when the temperature started to nip your skin with cold and the wind tousled your hair, you knew that the fun filled day was drawing to a close. You tried to ignore the sadness plaguing you as Sam packed up Roses’ bag, but it hit you full force as he clipped her leash back to her harness. As he did so, you could feel Danny’s hand still lingering on your thigh, where it had found home not long after his return to the bench. It felt just as good as you imagined it would, and if possible, even better as the time went on.

You gathered the garbage you had accumulated, starting with the muffin wrappers and the empty can. You shoved it all in your pocket, making a mental note to throw it away when you stumbled across the nearest trash can. When you all stood, unspoken that it was time to leave, your limbs felt like lead. Your feet wanted to remain cemented to the ground, hoping that maybe it would draw the moment out longer. You weren’t ready to be alone, and you weren’t ready to part ways with Danny. The day had been so wonderful, fulfilling and beautiful in ways you never expected or imagined. You had a hard time coming to terms with it being over in an instant.

“You ready to go?” Danny asked, his voice quiet as he noticed your refrain.

“O-oh,” you mustered out, nodding your head. “Yeah. All good.” You cleared your throat, knowing in your soul how unconvincing it truly was. He watched you for a moment, and when you caught his eye, to your disbelief, you saw the same emotion in his own gaze.

“How about this,” he started, his face softening ever so slightly, despite already being as inviting as possible. “Why don’t you come with me while I drop Sam off, and then I’ll take you back home.” It was a last ditch attempt to spend an extra ten minutes together, and to him, ten minutes was worth the world.

“I don’t want to waste your time.” You said, feeling guilty at the idea.

“You’re never a waste of my time.” He said firmly, assuring you that he was telling the truth. After a moment of silence, you nodded your head.

“Yeah, okay.” You agreed. “I’d like that… a lot, actually.”

“Me too.” He said, his hand returning to your back as he guided you away from the bench. You were certain if he continued to touch you in such a way, you’d be in love before you ever got back to the car.

The walk away from the bench left you closer together than you were when you walked towards it. For once, you were so thankful for park benches and the stale NA meeting muffins, because you felt like it had given you the opportunity of a lifetime. It was a combination of things you’d experienced a million times before, yet it had never been so memorable to you. You felt as though you could live a million lifetimes and never forget how it felt to sit together and share the stupid double chocolate muffin.

Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, you were not sure.

Sam and Rose were at the car first, waiting patiently for the two of you. You stopped at the garbage can at the edge of the lot, tossing all of the trash away. Danny waited patiently for you, unwilling to go any further and leave you behind. When you joined him, he guided you towards the passenger door, opening it for you yet again. You climbed in, still somber at the idea of having to part ways soon enough, but feeling better at the knowledge it wouldn’t be immediately. Once everyone was inside, Danny quickly filled Sam in on the plan, which he agreed to without complaint. Not long after that, Danny backed out of the parking spot and began the journey back to the Airbnb.

He handed you his phone, telling you the passcode and allowing you to choose the music. You looked over at him for a second before turning back to the phone on your lap, stunned at the thought of him caring so little about it. Nobody had ever granted you such access to their personal business.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing you staring at the unlocked phone, unmoving. You looked back over at him, blinking a time or two before responding hesitantly.

“Did you… did you want to open Spotify for me?” You asked, grabbing it and offering it back. He looked away from the road for a second, furrowing his eyebrows as he chuckled at your question.

“No…?” He shook his head. “I gave it to you for a reason, Utah. I don’t have anything to hide.”

“Right.” You nodded, still trying to digest the fact.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, finding your concern a little misplaced.

“Vincent would never have let me—“ you cut yourself off, your lips forming into a tight lipped smile. “You have nothing to hide.” You repeated the sentence quietly to yourself, relating the two thoughts together. “Right.” You nodded again, feeling your chest ache just enough for you to notice. Danny stayed silent for a moment, feeling guilty for bringing up a sore spot he did not know existed.

Vincent would grab his phone in haste and hide it from you, not because he just felt like doing so, but because there were things he did not want you to know. Your own naïveté led you to believe it was just a quirk, but Danny’s lax attitude when it came to sharing his phone with you opened your mind to months worth of red flags you should have been privy to. Actually, spending the entire day with Danny seemed to open the door to a whole new way of thinking.

For a man you did not actually date, Vincent seemed to fuck you up beyond what any actual boyfriend had done in the past.

You felt like an idiot for being so blind to Vincent’s behavior, but you felt that way even more so for bringing his name up in the front seat of Danny’s car. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking of him at all, no matter if it were at home or with company, because you and Vincent would never be together.

You weren’t sure why the thought tugged on your heartstrings, but it did nonetheless.

Amidst your thoughts, you picked a song so the tension in the air would lessen. When things seemed to go back to normal, you returned to the deepest parts of your brain to mull over the topic one more time.

You wanted to hate Vincent, and some part of you did, but you felt like it was not for the right reasons. You didn’t hate him as a whole, but rather only in the ways that made it impossible for you to let him in. You hated his obstinate attitude and his lack of empathy for anyone or anything. You hated his harsh words and anger-first mentality. More than anything, you hated the addiction that turned him into a monster. You believed (or wanted to, at least) that Vincent was good underneath the pile of shit life had thrown at him, and you aimed to believe it with your whole heart. You tried to believe it so strongly because despite the pain he caused, he also did a world of good for you. He hurt you more than most people, and nearly on a daily basis, but he was the only person you shared so much of your life with. He had moments of sweetness, warmth and kindness, but it was rare. Even so, the fact that it was so few and far between to experience such things at his hands, it made it all the better.

Because he was rarely good to you, the moments of good were better than all the bad combined. The bad things beat you down so much that when an hint of praise was sent your way, it was euphoric.

Had you cared to look a little deeper, you would have recognized it was abuse you suffered at his hand, even if it was not physical. You were defending someone who was doing nothing but trying to harm you. Even if it was not lethal, he was doing so in attempt to make you stay with him. He knew your intentions were too good to ever pick up on it.

Well, until that moment, at least. Until a certain someone had shown you it was not normal to be treated such a way.

You looked over at Danny for a moment, guilt plaguing you as you wondered if the reason you had clung to him so quickly was for the right reasons. Did you want him because he encased every trait that Vincent did not have? Did you want him because he did not use anger and cruel words to get you to do as he pleased? Was liking him just an escape from the life you were living before you met him, or was it more?

As you watched his face, listening the soft lull of the Eagles playing in the background, you knew none of those things were true.

Well, none were true in the sense you had previously perceived it as.

Danny was not Vincent, and he never would be. He didn’t have any of the toxic traits, and you were certain he would never speak to you even close to the way Vincent had grown comfortable with. You did not search for Danny in hopes of distracting yourself from Vincent. He walked into your life on a whim, finding you at the right time and for the right reason; chance. He was attractive, funny, and incredibly attentive. You did not kiss him on the park bench to bury your feelings for another man, and you did not kiss him for any other reason than want itself.

Danny was not Vincent, and that was a good thing. You knew your liking for him had nothing to do with anything other than simple things. Danny proved in an instant what Vincent could not in a year, and you needed to stop feeling guilty on behalf of someone who couldn’t care less about you. Even If he did, he had a lousy way of showing it.

Danny showed you the simple fact that you had been trying to avoid for eighteen months; you needed to get Vincent out of your head, or he would be your downfall. Even then, after such a beautiful day shared with a beautiful boy, it came right back to him as soon as the sun went down.

“I’ll see you later, Sam.” Danny said, catching your attention. You looked around, realizing you were parked in a driveway. You felt guilty knowing you had wasted the entire drive being lost in thought over a lost cause.

It was not very ‘live in the moment’ of you, nor was it very ‘apple juice’ of you.

Old habits die hard, it seems.

“See you, Sam. It was really nice meeting you.” You said, turning back to give him a smile. You tried to feign some sort of normalcy as you bid your goodbye, wishing you hadn’t met him on such an off day. You worried you had given him a poor impression, but as he smiled back and reached over the seat to place a hand on your shoulder, your fears seemed to wash away.

“Likewise.” He agreed, giving your shoulder a slight squeeze. “Happy I can finally put a face to the name, Utah. See you soon?”

“For sure.” You agreed, reaching back to pet Rose one last time.

“I’ll see you when you get home, Daniel.” Sam said, his eyes lingering over Danny’s face as if to tell him something non-verbally. You did not know either of them well enough to decode it, so you didn’t attempt to. Danny smiled, nodding once as Sam opened the car door. He helped Rose out, and within minutes, he was standing at the front door, typing in the code to unlock it.

There was a moment of silence, but as you learned, silence was never abundant between the two of you.

“What’s on your mind, Utah?” Danny asked, unable to hold his curiosity. “And don’t say nothing, because I know it’s not true.”

“It’s nothing important, really.”

“I thought we were past that?” He pressed, a small frown decorating his face. As you took in the sight of it, you realized that it was something you never wanted to see again. “Is it about Vincent?” You froze at his name coming from Danny’s mouth, the sound unfamiliar and completely misplaced.

“I… we are past that,” you agreed, nervous that he was getting the wrong impression. You wanted to tell him the truth. You wanted to tell him everything, but the time was not right. It was too early, and you feared that it would only send him running.

You could survive plenty, but Danny walking away suddenly seemed like the one thing that would put your foot in the grave.

“You told me there was nothing going on between you two.” He stated, his tone less than accusatory. He wanted to understand, and he would never be able to if you did not tell him. Words were failing you, and you had no idea how to respond without telling him the entire tragic tale. “I’m not upset, y/n. I just need you to be honest with me, ‘cause I really like you, and I’d hate for things to be… different than what I thought they were.” He phrased his words carefully, not wanting to attack, but rather meet on middle ground.

“There’s not.” You shook your head, denying the claim immediately. You realized how suspicious the quick response was and you let out a groan, collapsing back into the seat. You rubbed your face in your hands, wishing things could just be easy. With Danny, you wanted it all to be as easy as it was when you fell for him. “It’s not… it’s so complicated.”

“It wasn’t that complicated last night… what changed?” A sparkle of hurt in his eye shattered your heart and filled your stomach with lead.

“You drive, and I’ll talk, okay?” You offered, giving him a hopeful look so he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. He nodded, thinking it was a fantastic idea. “It’s not complicated between Vincent and I. We’re both extremely complicated people that happen to be in each other's lives. I don’t want you to think that I was lying.” As you began, he backed out of the driveway slowly, checking the street for oncoming traffic. “I can’t tell you everything right now, even if I want to. Can you… can you promise me that it’s okay, and when I’m done talking, that’s that. When I finish telling you, I can’t keep going.”

“Okay,” he agreed, hesitant to go along with the idea. “You’re not a serial killer, or like a mob boss, right?” At that, you let out a laugh, the heaviness in the air becoming easier to handle with one small humor filled comment.

“No, Michigan. Not a serial killer, not a mob boss. Just a regular person who works at a diner, who happens to have baggage that is heavier than some people can carry.” You breathed.

“We’re all a little fucked up, though.” He offered support as he took his time pulling onto the highway. A sad smile crossed your lips, knowing from that comment alone, he would never be able to understand.

“Right.” You agreed, forcing the word through your teeth. “I was telling you the truth last night. When I first moved here, I was alone, and worse than that, lonely. I got a job at the Fox, and I met Vincent there. He was funny, and he was nice to me, and that’s something I’m not particularly used to. We got along, and even had some things in common. We got to talking, more than anyone else at the time, and it snowballed into something bigger. We were something, like I said last night, but not anymore. It didn’t take long for him to show his true colours.”

“What happened?”

“What didn’t?” You chuckled. “Katie, the girl that served you the first night you came to the diner has a thing for Vincent. When she realized what the two of us were up to, she didn’t take it well, and she told me a whole lot about Vincent that he was trying to keep hidden. That he had anger problems, and lots of trouble with the law. She told me he loved the chase, but never seemed to want to keep anything after he got it.” You paused, knowing the next fact was the one that would make or break the situation, proving if Danny meant his promise of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’. “She told me he was an addict, and he was an avid attendee of Narcotics Anonymous mandated by his probation and enforced by his parole officer.” You muttered. Danny didn’t speak, but nodded as he listened.

“I moved to New York to start over, not get caught up in someone else’s shit.” You explained, giving him half-truths to avoid the most pressing issues. “But I liked him, so I talked to him about it. He admitted to all of it, and it sucked, ‘cause after all the weeks of talking and getting to know each other, I realized he was lying to me about nearly everything.” You muttered, feeling your chest ache at the idea. “If he had been truthful, we wouldn’t be here, but I was already in too deep. Cared about him, or whatever.” You brushed it off as if it were no big deal, but it was, and such a big one that it bothered you still. “I told him it was best we stay friends, and he agreed at the time, but it didn’t last long. He backed off for a little while, then he tried again.”

“I’m not a strong-willed person, and I gave in a couple times, but it never went any further. I cut it off the next day… or a few days later, until the next time he tried, at least. We got into this habit of acting like a couple, but never actually being one or doing anything a couple would do. Was just the way we treated each other, like we cared so much but we had no idea what to do about it. After so many months of the same routine, we got to know each other pretty well, which is why it’s so hard to not care, now. We haven’t… not in a long time, but he knows me better than most people. He knows I care, and he knows exactly what to say to keep me on the hook. It’s complicated to explain, because I can’t be with him, and I don’t even really want to be with him, but there’s some part of me that’s still… clinging to him, for some fucking reason.”

“Okay,” Danny said, showing he was still listening.

“I told him that I would never be with him unless he got clean, and after a year and a half… I know it’ll never happen. He tells me he will, and then he acts like he never said it at all, then spins it on me as if it’s my fault. We talk at the diner like we’re best friends, and it’s fun and lighthearted and enjoyable, until I say something he doesn’t like and he snaps. He’s good most of the time, but when it’s bad, it’s terrible. He’s so mean and unpredictable when he wants to be, and I never know if he’s telling me the truth, or if he’s just saying it so I’ll do what he wants.” You paused, taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts. “He knows we’re not together, and he knows we won’t be together, but he acts like I’m his. It’s not in a romantic way, and definitely in no way nice. He treats me like property sometimes, and I don’t get a say in it. Like last night… I’m sick of his shit, and I have no intention of being with him, so I started talking to you, cause I’m single and I’m allowed to do it.”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed, looking over at you with a flicker of concern in his eyes. “You are.” Under the surface, with every word that left your mouth, a flame grew bigger in his chest. He quickly lost his liking for the man he met the night before, even if the emotion was not large to begin with. He was sickened at someone treating you such a way, and more importantly, that you felt like it was what you deserved.

“When you left, he came out to talk to me. He was still pissed off, and when he’s like that, he just says whatever he—“ you cut yourself off, getting more worked up about it the longer you thought about it. You knew it was not the wisest idea to tell Danny the shitty things Vincent had to say about him, but it slipped out without second thought.

“What did he say?” Danny asked, staying calm even if he felt like begging you to continue.

“He was asking me about you, like he had any right to do that. He was acting like I was cheating on him, like I just gave up on him and moved on to someone else, like I’m not the one who’s taken care of him and cleaned up every mistake he’s made for the last eighteen months. I’m not like that, and I have never been. He knows that.” You spoke through clenched teeth, furious as you recalled his accusations and the tone of voice in which he said it. “He told me that I could never be with someone like you, and that you’d leave because I’m too much, that I’d run back to him, ‘cause he thinks he’s right for me. Like I don’t deserve more than that, or more than lies and someone who can’t fucking commit. Like I don’t deserve someone who cares.” Your chest was aching and your head felt like it was going to explode. The simple thought made tears fill your eyes and your stomach sick.

The real reason for your impromptu NA meeting finally surfaced, and it had nothing to do with Danny and his sunshiney personality. Like always, it came back to Vincent and his venomous nature, always doing what he could to kick you down and make you want to stay with him. Vincent did as he intended; he beat you down enough to make you think that Danny would never be with you, and it took all day for you to see the truth to the situation. This time was different, because his insults finally pushed you further away rather than forcing you back to him.

Silence became the two of you for a moment, emotion thick in the air as one word rang through both of your minds.

Abuse.

Of course, you couldn’t see it that way, because you were stuck in it. The hateful words felt deserved, and you felt wrong for liking Danny so much, even if you did not need to. You didn’t want to be with Vincent, and you weren’t in love with him, but his love for destroying your ego caused you to continue running back to him. You weren’t sorrowful on behalf of hurting him, but because you felt like a monster for finally taking a step back.

“You deserve someone who cares.” Danny whispered. The soft tone broke you free from the mental turmoil for a moment. “I care.”

“I know.” Your voice was just as quiet as his. “It feels nice.”

“It… it can keep feeling nice, Utah.” He said, his eyes steady on the road in front of him. “I would like to keep caring. I’d like it a lot, actually.”

“I would like it, too.” You admitted, looking down at your hands in your lap. “But it’s complicated, and I get it if you don’t want to. I get it if it’s too much.”

“What? No, y/n.” He shook his head, shocked that you got that impression from his words. “I don’t think it’s nearly as complicated as you made it seem.” You looked over at him, a flicker of hope in your eye. It had been a long time since you felt an emotion like such. “Sounds like he’s an asshole, and you’re trying to get away from it.”

Your first instinct was to defend Vincent, much like you had every other time someone had said something harsh about him. Instead of jumping right away, like a little guard dog for a man who would never do the same for you, you digested the words Danny had to say, and you agreed.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded “but it’s a whole lot more than that.”

“Not really.” He looked over, catching sight of your confusion. “Are you in love with him?” You thought about it for a moment, eventually shaking your head.

“I love him, but I’m not in love with him.”

“Right.” He said. “If he changed tomorrow, if he did everything you asked of him and he stuck with it, would you be with him? Even after all the shit he’s already done?” The idea had never crossed your mind before; you were stuck in the vicious cycle of hoping he’d change, yet never considered the fact that deep down, he would still be the same person. Even if he was clean, it could not erase the pain he’d already caused, and it would not take back the mean words already spewed in moments of anger. It would not change his lack of commitment, nor his lack of respect for you as a person.

If Vincent got clean tomorrow, even if the addictions were the cause of his vile behavior, there was not enough time in the world to atone for the mistakes he had already made.

“No.”

One single word seemed to be a pivotal moment in your life. It was something you hadn’t mustered the courage to admit, even if deep down you knew it to be true. You and Vincent would never work, no matter which version, or in any lifetime. You spent eighteen months wishing to see in him what you saw from Danny in a day.

All it took was the right person to show you how wrong the last one was.

“Then I don’t think it’s that complicated, Utah.”

As if some stroke of fate, as he said it, you neared the Fox on the highway. You looked out as you passed by, noticing first the empty lot, then Vincent’s old Pontiac parked in front of the entrance with the door open. Dylan and him stood side by side, sharing a cigarette. Even in the brief passing, you looked at him as you drove by and for the first time in your life, you felt nothing.

Well, nothing in comparison to what you felt for the boy sitting next to you, at least.

“I guess it’s not, Michigan.” You agreed, finding it easy to pull your eyes away from the diner if it meant you could look at him.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“I’m sorry if I made you second guess anything. I just… I was worried, that's all.”

“You don’t have anything to be worried about.” He assured you. “I’m happy I know, because I understand it now.” Your heart warmed at his words, never experiencing such sweetness from another person. “Plus, if it helps you feel better, I’d listen to you all day.”

“You’re pretty good, you know that?” He let out a small laugh, looking over with confusion on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“At getting people to fall for you. You’re good at it.” He let his eyes linger over you for a moment, unsure if he was understanding what you meant. When you gave him a small smile, he felt his cheeks tinge red. You didn’t notice it much under the golden glow of the setting sun, but that was mostly because it was framing him in an ethereal light that made it difficult to pick out small details, rather than admire him as a whole.

Normally, attention to detail was your specialty, but he was so special that it felt inherently wrong not to admire all of him.

“Yeah… you are, too.”

The confessions were indirect, yet meant a great deal to the both of you. It was telling of all you were feeling, but not enough to be overbearing on the first date.

“Where do you live, Utah?” The question you had been dreading for many reasons finally surfaced. You licked your lips, your entire mouth suddenly going dry at the thought. You looked around outside, trying to figure out where you were so you could give him directions. You had been too immersed in him to care about what was going on outside of the vehicle. You weren’t too far away from your apartment, and you were thankful that the instruction wouldn’t be too complicated.

“Um,” you hummed, pausing before giving him any direction. “Take a left on this street.” You pointed to the next turn, watching him as he clicked on the signal light and did as you said. “You’re gonna see a shitty old house that’s half burnt down. Take a right there.”

“Alright.” He nodded. You tapped your fingers against your leg, growing more nervous as he began to drive closer. The buildings grew more tattered looking with each passing moment, and you felt like you were going to explode. Nervousness plagued you as you wondered what he was thinking, or what he would think when he saw the state of your tiny little subdivision. Eventually, it grew to be too much and you had to speak.

“It’s not a very nice neighborhood… I’m sorry. I hope it doesn’t scare you away. It’s not half-bad once you get used to it.” You blurted out, immediately wishing you had bit your tongue and stayed quiet. He drummed his fingers against the leather steering wheel, looking around outside. His silence was a killer, and it only made you feel worse about the fact.

“I don’t think it’s bad at all.” At first, you thought he was lying to lessen the blow of what was to come next. When he didn’t continue, your nervous jitters seemed to wear away.

“R-really?” You stuttered, shocked at the response.

“Really.” He confirmed. “When I asked you to hang out, I wasn’t doing it in hopes you had a mansion or anything like that. I asked you out cause I like you, Utah. You don’t have to worry so much.” You wanted to respond, but you saw your complex out of the corner of your eye as he turned down the street.

“My building is right next to that bar. You can just park on the street. Nobody really drives down here unless they have to.” You explained, pointing it out to him. “And… thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for being nice.” He whispered, parking right in front of the front door for you. When he put the car in park, he looked out the window for a while, realizing the extent of what he said and hurting at the thought of you feeling like you needed to thank him at all. He hated the idea of you feeling lesser, because he thought you were the best thing the world had to offer. It only took a day to know that you were everything, and knowing someone made you feel like nothing was sickening. “I should be thanking you for such a fantastic day.”

“It wasn’t anything much. I’m sorry for forgetting this morning, and I’m sorry I didn’t have something better planned.” You paused, feeling an ache in your heart before you spoke again. “Money is pretty tight, as I’m sure you can tell, but I hope you still had fun.” You knew your fun-filled day was likely nothing in comparison to what he was used to, and a wave of insecurities washed over as you thought about it.

“Are you kidding?” He said, astonished at your lack of awareness of the situation and oblivion to his feelings. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Utah. I had a great day, and it had nothing to do with where we went or what we did. I had a great day because it was with you.” He looked over at you, finding his heart speed at the sight of your face. He’d been looking at you all day and he was certain he would never get sick of it. “I’d sit on a park bench and share a muffin with you every day if I could, ‘cause I think that version of me is the happiest.”

God, why did he have to be so cute?

“I think that version of me might be the happiest. If not, it’s a close second to the version of me kissing you on that park bench.” You smiled, not daring to look away from him.

“Right, how could I forget that? That version of me is the happiest for sure.”

You were beginning to question if someone like him could even be real, or if you were stuck in a grand hallucination about someone you’d always wished to meet.

“I think I’d also like the version of us kissing in your car before I have to go inside.” You whispered, finding a newfound confidence after hearing all of his sweet words.

“I think I’d like that too.” He agreed, but did not make a move. He wanted you to do it on your own time, when you were comfortable.

“You think there’s a version of us that sits here all night, talking until the sun comes up?” You asked, leaning across the center console so you could be closer to him.

“If you’d like that, I’m sure there is.” He breathed, nodding as he moved towards you, too.

“I think I’d like any version of us, Michigan.” You confessed, a soft smile crossed your lips. He was close now, the warmth of his body radiating through the air and wrapping you in an aura of comfort.

“I know I’d like any version of us, Utah.” With that, his hand reached out to cup your cheek and he moved forward, closing the gap between you. You closed your eyes, a wave of blissfulness washing over you as his mouth moved against your own. You stayed like that for a long while, neither of you seeming to want to end the moment. When he did feel like he was going to pull away, you raised your hand to his arm and pulled him closer.

That seemed to be the permissive nature he was waiting for, and his hand dropped from your cheek to your hip. If he had one more shred of courage, you thought he might pull you across the console and into the driver's seat with him. He didn’t, but there was a part of you that so desperately wished he would. Now that you had him freely, with no guilt or shame looming over you, you wanted all of him. His large hand felt good on your hip, like it was always meant to be there, and the taste of him on your tongue was intoxicating.

You had never felt a touch nearly as good as his, and you’d never had an addiction that left you feeling so sick.

He was the best thing to ever exist, but all great things come with risk, and you feared that the risk that accompanied his love would be catastrophic.

He was lucky he caught you on a day where your self-control was greatly lacking.

Or maybe, you were the lucky one for once.

“Is there a version of us that goes upstairs together?” You asked, rushing the question out without thinking about the consequences. Thankfully, he seemed just as impulsive as you did in the moment. Without a response, he unbuckled his own seatbelt and climbed out of the car. Within seconds, he was opening your door for you and helping you out of the vehicle.

When your feet hit the ground, your hands found him immediately, already missing the feeling of touching him. In a fit of giggles and wandering touches, you managed to pull your keys from your pocket and unlock the front door. Danny stepped forward, wedging his foot between the door and the frame so it would not shut and lock itself. Then, he pulled you into him by your hip, seemingly unable to wait until you were upstairs to kiss you. You raised your hand to his cheek, cupping it gently and tangling your fingers in the locks of hair hanging over his cheek.

If you weren’t so enamored with the curly headed boy promising to be all that you once wished for, you would have noticed the old, rusted Pontiac Tempest sitting just down the street by the door of the Pony.

If you weren’t so concerned about your own happiness, you might have noticed the grief stricken expression of a broken boy sitting in the front seat, trying his best to disappear into ripped leather and the rotten body as tears stung his eyes.

Maybe, if Vincent cared enough to hold his sharp tongue and sober up, he would have been the boy carrying you home, rather than the boy watching as someone else swept you off your feet. He wanted to be all that you needed, but he did not know how.

Instead of trying, he waited for your will to bend so you would accept him as he was.

When the front door of your apartment complex fell shut behind the two of you, Vincent understood that waiting had never been the answer, and your will would never bend for him.

A bloody fist and a broken heart screamed into the night, knowing that his spot in your bed was finally filled by someone more willing to give than take.

Inside the apartment complex, the two of you ran up the stairs in a mess of lingering touches and excited jitters. You unlocked your front door, kicking it open while turning to Danny as you stepped backwards inside. His hands found your hips as soon as the door closed behind you, and his lips met your own with a whole new ferocity. Now, without any restrictions and no onlookers to bother you, you felt a type of freedom you hadn’t felt in your entire life.

Thankfully, he was too immersed in the feeling of your body pressed against his to care about the peeling paint and exposed brick on the walls.

Then again, after everything he had said that day, you were beginning to believe he wouldn’t have cared either way.

You were so focused on him that your keychain fell from your fingers, clanging against the floor but nowhere near loud enough to distract the two of you. Without breaking your kiss, you led him backwards into the ‘kitchen’ (the whole apartment was pretty much one big room anyway, so you were really just leading him to the part with a table). He followed your lead, uncaring for where he ended up as long as there was a promise of you.

The ache between your legs was so strong that you felt like you might die before he could relieve it. He parted from you only for a moment to take in his surroundings. His lips were swollen, blushed with pink darker than usual from the moment of intimacy just moments before. His chest was rising and falling, trying to catch up on lost air, and his eyes had darkened significantly compared to what you were used to.

If you thought Danny was stunning before, it had no comparison to how he looked then.

He looked past you, his gaze settling on the table filled with notebooks and pens. He looked back at you with a hint of an apology in his eye, then he reached around you. With one swipe of his arm, the surface was cleared of any clutter. Even if you were upset over it (which you certainly weren’t), his hands were already on your hips again and he lifted you onto the table before you even had time to form a complaint about it. If there was any hesitation about the action, it was long gone when he lifted you so easily, and your stomach was twisting with knots at the thought of him using such strength again. When you were settled atop the shaky table you’d found outside on the side of the street (which was a score in your option), you took it upon yourself to toss your jacket to the floor to join the keys.

His hands snaked up the sides of your sweater, his cold fingers settling on the warm skin. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and an entire day of trying to hold yourself back from how you felt about him dissolved into the most pointless battle you’d ever fought. You needed him, and you needed him more than the starving needed food, and it felt better than water to the thirsty. You needed Danny in every way possible, and you could not will yourself to wait. After weeks of texts and phone calls, visits to the diner where you avoided working as much as possible, to today when you shared kisses and sweet sentiments and tortured yourselves with endless flirting.

“Is this okay?” He asked, his breathing still heavy as he looked over your face for any sign of discomfort.

“God, yes.” You nodded, looking up at him towering over you still. There was a clear look of desperation in your eyes, and upon discovering it, it seemed to drive him near insanity. “Please, don’t stop.” If the look in your eye sent him spiraling, the words pushed him over the edge. The slight whimper in your tone was kryptonite to him and the way your lips formed into a pout as you spoke nearly forced him straight to his knees.

He brought his hand to your cheek again, more power behind his touch than the last time. His desire for you had thrown the gentle touch and hesitancy into the garbage. His other hand, still resting just under your shirt, slid to your back. He pulled you closer to him, settling between your legs in an instant. He leaned down, kissing you softly but with a force behind it that made your head spin. Just like every other thing he’d done that day, it felt no less than perfect. No less than right.

You reached up, brushing the jacket off his shoulders, feeling unequal in the fight of taking each other's clothes off. He let go of you just long enough to toss it to the floor, then resumed his position without any further interruption. Your tongue swiped over his bottom lip, begging him for a taste of something more, a taste of the one sin you could indulge in without it ruining your life. If you had to bet, you would have wasted your life savings on the fact that it would be better than anything you had ever felt before.

He lifted your sweater, exposing you to the chill of the air. You did not flinch, nor did you give it a second thought, knowing that soon enough he’d be warming you up again. Before he slipped the sweater over your head, he left a trail of kisses down your jawline, settling his lips just under your ear. You felt his teeth graze over the sensitive spot he’d discovered, making you shiver under his touch. “I need you, Danny.” You muttered, your fingers grasping around his bicep. The muscle flexed in response to your touch, and you were unsure if it was involuntary or purposeful.

He let out a hum at your words, the sound husky as it rattled through his chest, settling somewhere deep in your bones and making home there. He pulled away, slipping your sweater over your head and adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You sat in front of him, your bra the only thing standing between you and being exposed to him. The reality began to catch up to you, but it did not scare you away. The care and appreciation in his eyes was something new, and something you were desperate to get used to. Every touch was laced with caution, yet firmly accentuated everything he’d been feeling for you since the minute he laid eyes on you. His need for your comfort was beautiful, but nothing was more precious than him as a whole. You thought you would chicken out, that you would run after the reality of being so intimate with someone new after a year and a half hit you, but the feeling never came. It didn’t scare you, and it didn’t make you want to run; it drew you closer to him, and you wondered if it could feel this good all of the time.

“We can keep doing this, if that’s what you want.” He said, his fingers tickling your back as they trailed upwards, settling on the clasp of your bra. “It doesn’t have to just be tonight. I don’t want it to end after tonight.”

“Were you reading my mind?” You giggled, feeling the tension of the straps lessen as he unclipped the hooks.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled, looking down over your face. The simplicity between you two was astounding.

“I was just wondering if life could feel this good all of the time. Guess you just answered that for me.” You smiled up at him, lost in the sweetness of his eyes. “I don’t really want it to end after tonight, either.”

“Then it’s settled.” He said, dropping your bra to the floor. “We can spend lots of days sharing muffins on park benches.”

“And kissing on park benches?”

“And even better things… on kitchen tables.”

“I like the sound of that, too.” You breathed, talking fast in hopes that it would speed the process up. You began to notice that despite your lack of clothing, his eyes had yet to leave your face. You were afraid for him to look further, to inspect every flaw and insecurity that was in perfect display for him. You didn’t want him to look downwards, finding the sense of desire fleeing him as he picked up on every detail that you had grown to hate. As his eyes lingered on your face, he made no attempt to break the stare.

He cared about you more than he cared about your body. He’d grown to appreciate every small detail of you before ever taking your clothes off, and his opinion did not change for something as feeble as scars and imperfections. To him, less than perfect could not exist within you.

You gave him a smile. It was small, but it was reassuring. He returned the expression, letting his fingers drift carefully over the soft skin of your stomach. The light tickle distracted you from your internal thoughts, bringing you back to reality and forcing you to realize that Danny was not like the people that came before him. He was kind, he was sweet, and he cared. Even if you were not used to it, you knew it to be true.

He guided your upper half backwards slightly, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your shoulder. Your eyes fluttered closed as the warmth of his lips spread across your entire body. His tongue delicately drifted over your collarbone, stopping momentarily to suck marks into the skin that would remind you of him in days to come. He continued downwards as his hand reached your chest, cupping one of your breasts in his hands. He let his thumb drift over one of your nipples as his tongue found the other.

“O-oh, fuck.” You squeaked, looking down at the top of his head as his tongue circled around the sensitive nub. It was an unfamiliar feeling, not because you’d never had sex, but because you rarely had sex that was more than just penetrative. Most often, it was treated as a race, but from the time you stepped into the door to where you were now, you weren’t even fully undressed. Normally, you’d already be turned on your side and begging yourself to fall asleep so you could finish Vincent’s job in the morning after he left.

Vincent was not bad at sex, but he certainly didn’t care about your pleasure more than his own.

Unless he was trying to apologize for something, which was rare in itself.

As he continued on, you found yourself moving your hips downward on the table, desperate for the friction as he continued his tirade. The first few times, he managed to ignore it. As it continued, he found it much harder to keep himself distracted, thinking too much about the mess between your legs he was responsible for.

“What’s wrong, baby?” The pet name seemed to shatter your psyche, forcing you to let go of what little self-respect you had left. “You want me to take care of you?” Even his filthy side was sweet, and it was just as addicting as the rest of him.

“Yes, please.” You nodded, watching intently as he unbuttoned your jeans. As he pulled down the zipper, you lifted your hips from the table. He hooked his fingers through the sides of your underwear, pulling both down in one swift motion. When you placed your hips back down, the coolness of the surface came as a shock, causing you to gasp. “I don’t think this is fair.” You said, trying to recover from the cold.

“What’s not fair?” He asked, clearly trying his best to only focus on your face. Having you completely exposed before him was something he had been waiting for, but he didn’t want to make it glaringly obvious.

“That I’m naked and you’re not.” You said, pointing out the obvious.

“Right.” He chuckled, nodding as he grabbed the hem of his shirt in his hands. He pulled it over his head, tossing it away. It was a mannerism he picked up from you, finding you saying the word more often than not. He thought it was cute, and so much so that it quickly infiltrated his own vocabulary. “Better?”

“Almost.” You said, wanting him to take the rest off, too.

“Impatient?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No,” you scoffed, denying the accusation almost immediately. “Okay yeah, maybe. So what?” You rolled your eyes.

“Some things are better if you wait.” He said, stepping towards you. He reached out, letting his hands skim your thighs. The touch sent jolts of electricity throughout your whole body, almost making you forget your argument. You, unlike him, could not hold back your stare. Your eyes were studying every available inch of him, from the broadness of his shoulders, to his strong arms, to the patch of hair on his chest. You swallowed hard at the sight of his stomach, and found your mouth watering when you reached the treasure trail, leading to the leather of his belt. The peek of a v-line enticed you further, and eventually you forced yourself to look back at his face. His lip was upturned into a smirk, but he didn’t comment on your blatant staring.

“I don’t know if that’s true. I’m not a big fan of waiting.” You disagreed, frowning only slightly. Instead of responding, he sank to his knees between your legs, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Some things, Utah.” He repeated, his arms hooking underneath your legs and his large hands landing on the outside of your thighs. He guided one leg over your shoulder, slowly running his hand down the limb to keep up the morale despite your disagreement. “Not everything.” With that, he placed a small kiss to the inside of your thigh, drawing back for just a moment to admire you, too. His eyes raked over your upper half, taking an extra moment to seat the memory into his mind forever. Then, his gaze dropped, looking over your stomach. You wanted to shy away, to hide yourself so he did not pick up on any rolls or stretch marks that made the picture less appealing. He seemed to notice your refrain, his eyes flickering back to your face. “You’re gorgeous, y/n.” He said, his tone firm. Your cheeks reddened at the words and you could not seem to formulate a response. “The prettiest girl I have ever seen.”

“You, too.” You squeaked, your cheeks turning crimson now, incriminating you further. He let out a chuckle.

“I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen? Thank you.” What would normally leave you in an anxious mess seemed to melt the tension away further. Your silly comment didn’t bother you in the slightest, because it struck a smile on his face. That was something that outshined anything else.

“Your heart swelled with affection for the man between your legs, and your insecurities seemed to melt away. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.” He shook his head, happy that it seemed to lessen your anxiety. His lips dusted over your thighs again before his eyes settled on your cunt. The muscles in his jaw tensed and his eyes darkened further. You were aching for him, dripping with arousal and it was glaringly obvious how badly you needed him to touch you. After taking the time to appreciate you, he guided your other leg over his shoulder. Then, he leaned forward, letting his tongue connect with your core.

“Fuck,” you hissed, your eyes closing and your hips moving forward to meet his mouth. He barely touched you, but it felt like he’d given you the whole world. It had been too long, and you had been waiting for him for a long time. He let his tongue run through you, focusing first on your entrance to get a taste of the arousal he’d caused. He took in a long breath, humming a noise of pleasure from the sweetness of you. Eventually, his tongue moved upwards, circling around your swollen clit to give you a little relief.

You reached down, tangling your hand in his hair as your back arched, begging for more without even saying a word. From your reaction alone, he could tell how badly you needed it and he was nothing if not generous. He flattened his tongue against you, licking a solid stripe for one last savoring moment before returning his focus to your clit. He suctioned his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, the feeling of pleasure quickly spreading through your entire body. Your abdomen tensed in reaction to the sensation, finding it unfamiliar yet familiar all the same. It was something you did not experience often, and something you hadn’t experienced in a very long time. You couldn’t remember if it normally felt so good, or if Danny was just good at what he did.

As you thought back, you knew nothing had ever compared to what he was doing to you now, and Danny was most definitely just good at what he did.

You were embarrassed at how good you were feeling, unbelieving of the knot already tightening in your belly. Your fingers tightened in his hair, drawing him closer as his tongue continued to work at you. A whine left your lips, laced with neediness and only encouraging him further.

“Feels so fucking good, baby. Please don’t stop.” The pet name did the same to him as it did for you, filling his stomach with an unfamiliar feeling and making his head spin. He groaned against you, the vibration furthering your pleasure as you gripped onto the counter with force to hold yourself steady. Your head fell back between your shoulders, a moan tearing through your chest as a wave of euphoria ran through you. You wanted to cum, but you didn’t want him to stop. It was a Catch-22 for you, but either outcome was going to be good no matter what.

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the table for easier access to you. He wanted all of you, in any way he could have you. The taste of you on his tongue was something he never wanted to forget, and the feeling of your legs trembling in response to his own actions was thrilling. He quickly learned that making you feel good was the best feeling in the whole world.

“Oh, god.” You whined. He felt your leg tightened around him, drawing him closer without any intent at all. The sound was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, but he knew what it meant. He drew back, quickly slipping his thumb in place of his tongue so he did not completely ruin the moment for you. You looked down, desperation in your eyes as you silently pleaded with him to keep doing what he was seconds before.

“So close already?” He asked, only slightly teasing you as his thumb drifted over your clit. It felt good, but nowhere near how good his mouth felt.

“I-I know, I’m s-sorry.” You stuttered, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

“Don’t ever apologize for that.” He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. The domineering tone of voice he was using sent a rush of emotion straight to your core, making it even harder to hold on. “Do you want to cum for me, baby?”

“I do,” you gasped, feeling the burning in your belly reach an intensity you’d never quite felt before. “Please, baby. I need it so bad. Please.” You groaned, your knuckles turning white from your grip on the edge of the tabletop.

“Sound so pretty when you beg for it,” he muttered, taking a deep breath. You felt his fingers slide down to your entrance, slowly pushing inside of you as his eyes focused intently on his hand. The look on his face nearly drove you over the edge alone, but when his fingers curled upwards, hitting the sweet spot inside of you, there was no more holding back. “Cum for me, baby. Wanna hear how good it feels.”

As he spoke, you realized that his tongue was more beneficial when it was talking you through it, rather than doing the work. The sound of his voice was like a blanket of comfort and the filth of his words daring you closer to the edge. You felt yourself clench around his fingers, the muscles in your stomach tightening as your legs began to shake. You weren’t sure if you had ever felt so good in your life, and you wondered how it was so fucking easy for him to do such things to you.

“Fuck, Danny.” You cursed, a whimper falling from your lips as pleasure plagued your entire body.

“That’s it, beautiful. Just like that.” He encouraged, keeping his thumb in time with the pump of his fingers. You let out a moan in response, but it got stuck in your throat. You wanted to cry out, to tell him all about how good he was making you feel, but you could not even do that. It felt so fantastic that it made you forget how to. “Tell me about it, gorgeous.” He whispered, desperate to hear the beautiful noises fall from your lips. At the sound of his voice, the moans grew louder and more desperate, easily telling him of all he wanted to know.

You did not remember how to do it, unless of course he was telling you to. You would do anything he asked of you.

The sensation became too much, all of your nerve endings searing with pleasure. Your stomach felt like it was engulfed in flames and your limbs ached with the tension of your muscles. You descended into the climax, euphoria surrounding you as your eyes squeezed shut. It felt so good, so intense that you feared you might fall if not for his strong hand holding you steady. “There you go,” he hummed, his eyes glued to your face as it twisted into an expression of pleasure. He normally thought you were stunning, but in that moment, he thought it more than ever.

As you began to come down from the high, you were still delirious. So much so that you barely noticed him standing, unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the ground. You only came to when he kicked his jeans to the side, taking post between your legs once again. “M’sorry, baby. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He admitted, regretful that he seemed to be rushing.

“It’s okay,” you promised, now more excited at the idea of fully having him.

“I can give you more later, but right now, I need you.”

Oh, how fantastic it felt to be needed by him.

“S’okay, Danny.” You reiterated your point, finding no need for him to feel bad at all. “Please fuck me.”

“If you insist.” He chuckled, placing his hand on your back as he prompted you to lay down on the table. “Would you like me to make it more romantic? Could I find a candle or something, really set the mood?”

“Shut up.” You giggled, wincing as your back hit the cold table. The temperature made your nipples harden even further, and his eyes scanned down to your chest as if he was expecting it, or waiting for it, even.

“Aw, come on. No need to be mean.” He said, lifting your legs and wrapping them around him. By your thighs, he pulled you to the edge of the table to make it easier for you both. “Just thought I’d offer.”

“Not a big romance fan.” You confessed, grinning up at him.

“No?” He raised an eyebrow, resting the tip of his cock on your entrance. The feeling was enticing, but you didn’t want to rush into it. “So what? You’d rather me fuck you like a whore?” The switch in tone made your blood run cold, but not because you didn’t like it. The change in his voice was incredibly appealing, and you wanted him to use it more often. He could see the expression in your face change, going from amused to intrigued. A smile blossomed on his lips as he ran his tip through the wetness still pooling between your legs. “Is that it, baby?” He questioned, continuing to tease you. An intense sensation spread through your stomach as his cock brushed over your still sensitive clit, driving you crazy the longer he let it linger there.

“Yes, please.” You nodded, feeling him line himself up with you again.

“What was that? Didn’t quite hear you.” He asked, pushing his hips forward only slightly. Just his tip rested inside of you, the feeling worse than torture. You let out a sigh, wondering if it would encourage him if you moved down on him yourself.

“Please fuck me, Danny.” You repeated, growing more desperate by the second.

“One more time?” He pressed further, trying his best to get on your nerves.

“Oh, come on.” You scoffed, growing irritated with his teasing. “You want me to sit here and beg for it all night?” You didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh, but at the same time, you were more than ready for him to fuck you. As the words left your lips, he seemed to take it better than expected and slammed his hips forward. A cry left your lips at the suddenness of his actions, the sensation painful but so pleasant at the same time.

“I liked it a whole lot better when you were.” He said, honest enough. He was mostly saying it just to keep up the act, but you had pressed a button, even if it wasn’t very long lasting. The feeling of being inside of you atoned for the moment of annoyance.

“I’m s-sure you did.” You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as he pulled your hips down on him and slammed back into you.

“Didn’t take you for a brat.” He commented, smirking down at you as he fucked into you. It was so good, something you had dreamed about, yet even better than you imagined. A fictional fabrication of the scenario did not even come close to the feeling of the real thing. The sound of skin on skin, the sweaty bodies sticking together, the heavy breathing ringing through the room was all too much, yet not enough at the same time.

“I am not a brat,” you argued, reaching out to touch him. Your fingers settled on his arm, the warmth of his body familiar and comforting. It reminded you he was still him, and he would be long after the act was over. Sex was nice, but the touch was grounding, ensuring you wouldn’t fall too far from reality. “Just because I don’t say exactly what you want me to say doesn’t make me a brat.”

“I think it does, baby.” He chuckled, loving the fact that even during sex, there was that fiery little part of you that still existed. It was the very thing that drew him to you in the first place. “Where’d the arguments come from? You were so good just a few minutes ago.”

“What, you only want to fuck me when I’m being good for you?” You asked, gripping his arm a little tighter as you felt his cock brush against your cervix. “Bit self-centered, don’t you think?”

“No, I still want to fuck you.” He said , his fingers digging into your hips in the most delicious way. You could feel the sting of bruises already begin to form, and you were excited to see the dark shadows the next morning to remind you of his generous nature. “Makes it more fun, actually.”

“Why is that?” You rolled your eyes, finding the role of a brat more fitting with each second that passed. It was comfortable with him, and your personality continued to shine through even while experiencing such new things.

“‘Cause I don’t have to feel bad when I tell you to shut the fuck up.” He stated, delivering another forceful thrust of his hips. This time, you did not have an argument for his words, because a sharp yelp sounded through the room, echoing off the walls and hanging heavy in the air. The roughness felt so good, addicting almost. Everything about him was, and you weren’t surprised about it anymore. “You want to be good for me again, baby?”

“Why should I?” You said, trying to keep your voice steady, but it proved difficult. Your words were shaky, strained with the knot tightening in your belly again. He let out another chuckle, finding your fight endearing. You did not take him as dominant, especially after how sweet he’d been to you all day, but it was good. Now that you saw the difference, it seemed fitting.

“‘Cause you want to cum again.” He stated as a matter-of-fact.

“And if I’m not good, you won’t let me?” Your eyes closed, the pull of pleasure calling your name as sweat began to head on your forehead. You were calling his bluff, but there was a small part of you that feared he really would not let you.

“I’d definitely consider it.” He said, a knowing look on his face. He would consider it, and he would go through with it.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You muttered, feeling breathless at the abundance of emotion coursing through your veins. The feeling was so intense it was making your head swirl, and you couldn’t risk letting go of it.

“Are you?” He asked, letting his hand trail up your stomach. “Or are you just saying it to get what you want?” His hand settled over your breast, firmly squeezing it in his hand and showcasing his desire to move on from the topic.

“Oh, does it really matter?” You exclaimed, nearly delirious from your need for him. Talking was a dead-end, and as much as you liked the sultry tone of his voice, there were more pressing matters at hand.

“It does,” he nodded, letting his thumb drift over your hardened nipple. The sensation raised goosebumps across your skin, combining with the feeling growing more intense in the pit of your stomach. It was maddening, the longer it continued the more you feared for your life, but you couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping. When you didn’t respond, he pinched your nipple between his fingers, sending a shock through you.

“I mean it, I’m sorry.” You rushed out, hoping his impatience wouldn’t affect his desire to please you.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He asked, looking down at you with adoration sparkling in his eye. Even with his mind clouded by desire, he couldn’t help but appreciate you and all of your beauty. Your eyes glistening with annoyance and the way your skin wrinkled by your eyebrows when you furrowed them caught his attention, but your flushed cheeks and parted lips locked him in for eternity. The thin layer of sweat over your forehead and the messy hair gave him a sense of confidence, and your hands reaching for him, grasping desperately to touch him filled him with a warmth he’d never quite felt before.

Fucking you felt right, but so did the feelings blossoming in his heart. You were right to him, no matter what baggage you came with or how adverse you felt about falling in love and opening your heart. He could see that you felt it to, making the falling much less scary. Knowing you were falling to meant he had someone to hold along the way, rather than experiencing it by himself.

“Can you keep being good for me?” He teased, dropping his hand from your chest. His fingers ghosted down your stomach and eventually settled around the front of your thigh. He used the grip as leverage to pull you back onto him as he kept a steady pace with his hips. “Or is that too much to ask of you?” The playful banter was comforting, and with every word he spoke, it seemed like you were closer and closer to your second climax. Even though his words were rude at times, clearly used to put you in your place, you knew it was an act. Beneath the surface, there was still ample amounts of care, ensuring that even if his words were harsh, you knew he did not mean them.

“I can,” you nodded, feeling too good to test his patience. As much as you enjoyed teasing him, you enjoyed getting off much more. You would be a fool to say anything that might cause him to stop.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” He asked, noticing the look in your eye. It was familiar now, a sight he was certain he’d never forget. His tone was sweer, doting on you as if he hadn’t just spent the last few minutes throwing indirect insults your way.

“Fuck yes,” you whimpered, feeling your walls tightening around him, drawing him in even further in hopes of locking him there for eternity. “So close, baby.” You warned, feeling his hand snake between your legs. When his thumb landed on your clit, tracing slow circles in time with his hips, he did not need to speak for you to know what he wanted.

“Come on, baby.” He encouraged, but it was a plea disguised as something else. He needed it just as much as you did, finding himself barely hanging on. You looked up at his face, finding everything you were seeing drive you even close to the edge. His curls were sticking to his neck, his head tilted back ever so slightly as he staved off his own pleasure. His adams apple stood prominently, drawing your focus to his throat and in turn, the columns of his neck leading down to his collarbones. He was a work of art, and you felt discrepant in comparison to his beauty. The curl of his lip, holding back a groan that was begging to be spoken made you wonder what you did to deserve such a relation with him. Every detail of him was more extravagant than the last, and you knew that nobody would ever compare.

He looked down, noticing your lack of words, noticing immediately that you had been staring at him. His thumb moved faster with more pressure behind the action as a smirk turned his lips. Your face flushed, realizing that he was getting off at the knowledge of you watching him. For some reason, the idea turned you on even further. Unfortunately, you did not have much of a threshold to withstand any more, and the passing thought sent you spiralling into euphoria.

You came hard, the entire world seeming like it would disappear from sight, leaving only you and him in an endless cycle of chaos. But, his chaos was addicting, and you couldn’t think of a better way to spend eternity. Your chest ached for a breath of air as your legs locked around him, holding him close to you as he helped you through the high. It felt so good that your mind went awry, delirium settling deep in your bones as your skin was set ablaze with pleasure. In reality, it only lasted a few seconds, yet the intensity made it feel like a lifetime.

“There you go, sweet girl.” He hummed, his thumb loosening up on the pressure as your body began to relax against the table. The term of endearment sent you spiralling in a whole new dimension, this time not accredited to sexual gratification. Not only did he make you feel good physically, but continued along with emotional fulfillment to cement the memory in your brain forever. “Being so good for me, baby.” He said, clearly fighting the urge to let go himself. With a clouded mind and heavy eyes, you looked to his face, finding the sight the cherry on top of the best night of your entire life. “Did that feel good?”

“So good, Danny.” You whimpered, the intensity of the orgasm still lingering over your entire body. His eyes fluttered closed, his heartbeat rapid in his chest as he felt his own climax begin to take over. He continued with his pace for a few seconds, savouring every last bit of having you so close to him. When he knew he could not wait any longer, he pulled out in just enough time. Your grip on his arm remained steady as he spilled his release onto your stomach, his jaw tense as profanities lingered in the air.

The two of you remained in the same position for a while, heavy breathing and the memory of the night lingering in the air even long after it was over. Your hand remained on his arm, loosening into a soft touch as you clung to every bit of closeness the moment had to offer. His large hand still holding your thigh was comforting, and the warmth of his skin offset the chill of your apartment. Slowly, you reached up, cupping his face in your hand. You let your thumb drift over his cheek, gently caressing the skin and pulling his attention back to you. There was a smile lingering on his lips, his chest still rising and falling as he tried to catch up on his breathing. You smiled too, telling him everything that was on your mind without even needing to say a word.

Then, you spoke. One tiny little word that in reality, meant little to most people. To the two of you, it was everything.

“Stay.” The word was so quiet it barely reached his ears before it dissipated in the air, but he caught it. He would strain to listen for every word that left your lips, never willing to miss a single thing even if you thought it was unimportant.

“Was never going to leave, anyway.” He promised, turning his head ever so slightly to place a kiss to the pad of your thumb. The small action made your heart race, but his words did more for you. You couldn’t comprehend the idea of someone wanting to stay, but he wasn’t giving you any opportunity to disregard it. “We should get cleaned up, though. You’re freezing.” He noted, reaching up to grab your hand in his own. He closed his hand around your fingers, warming the cold skin immediately.

“Okay,” you nodded, but you didn’t really want to. If you could, you would have lived in the moment forever. “I should shower.” You said, glancing down at your stomach. He gave a light chuckle, his eyes apologetic as he nodded, too. Then, after a moment of shared silence, an idea struck him.

“Showering together saves water, you know.” He offered the idea, nervous to overstep.

“I do care a lot about the environment.” You grinned, hoping he knew he could never overstep with you.

“Let’s get to it, then.” He said, moving back from you just for long enough to help you off the table. You stood, careful not to make a mess, but quickly realizing you did not care. “Lead the way, Utah.” It was a phrase he’d coined that day, and would live to follow for the rest of his life. He never felt uncertain or worried as long as you were there to guide him. With a matching grin plastered on your cheeks, you grabbed his hand, taking off into a sprint down the short hallway to lead him to the bathroom.

For once, your sorrows seemed to be far away, and instead of screaming with loneliness and poverty, your old, run down apartment finally had a lingering sense of home.

You weren’t sure how long it would last, but you knew you would savour every minute of it until the fleeting moments finally disappeared. Or, until he disappeared. You tried to bargain with whichever would come first, but you knew that the two went hand in hand. The feeble relief of happiness was fully accredited to him, and you knew it would come and go along with him, too. Thought of the end pained you, even if it was only the beginning. It lingered over your head, a constant threat you felt the need to be weary of, because you knew that not only would you lose Danny, but also the feeling of finally being happy after an entire lifetime spent searching for it.

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Hey, love your stories! Can you write something with Pinky and Brain being all flirty with each other after a long day and Pinky wins by kissing him on the lips? And no, not 18+ stuff.

“Zort! I was sure that one was going to work, Brain!” Pinky exclaimed, following just behind his companion as they made their way back inside the cage. It had been yet another taxing night of a failed plan for world domination, resulting in the two mice back in their cage waiting for tomorrow night to try it again.

Brain simply sighed in response at first, brushing down his fur. The words of reassurance were appreciated, but he couldn’t help the denial that grew heavier with each failed attempt.

“Thank you Pinky, although you have vocalized that exact same statement after almost every single plan I’ve tried in taking over the world.”

“Doesn’t make it any less trueee! You’re the smartiest mouse in the world, Brain! NARF! I’m sure after just a few million more duds, we’ll get the world next time for sure.”

“To be completely and utterly sincere, my dear Pinky; It would be much preferred if I could succeed in world domination with a little less… duds.”

“...nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine duds, then?” Pinky suggested after a short moment, his mouth curled in a sheepish smile.

Brain was about to open his mouth to retort, but paused. “I suppose I didn’t specify how many less. No matter, we must get our rest if we want to be prepared for tomorrow night.”

“Why, Brain? What are we going to do tomorrow night? Kiss each other until we’re both breathless and making funny wheezing noises? Poit! I think I’d actually like it if we did that tonight.”

“No, Pinky…” Brain replied, rolling his eyes. “The same thing we do every-” Just as he was about to finish his sentence, the sound of a record scratch interrupted him, his partner’s words smacking him in realization. He could feel his ears pin back, and a bright red flush heating his cheeks.

“Pardon?” He spoke meekly, turning over to face Pinky, to make sure he had heard him right, and by the flirtatious look he found on his face and the way he coyly twirled his tail around his fingers, he most certainly had heard him correctly.

“Ohhh, noothiiinggg.” Pinky giggled, poorly attempting to hide his grin behind his hand, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. He averted his eyes from Brain, knowing that the redness of his companion’s face would only send him further into hysterics.

There was a beat of silence filled only by the lankier mouse’s quiet snickering, as Brain tried to regain his composure from Pinky’s… everything. His little flirt had seemed like a game to Pinky, and if it was a game Pinky wanted then Brain supposed he could play along.

Brain made his way over casually as he could until he was just in front of Pinky, folding his arms across his chest to give the false assumption that he was ticked at what Pinky said.

“Repeat what you’ve said, Pinky. This instant.”

Pinky glanced down at Brain, his own cheeks starting to tint a faint pink out of sheer embarrassment. He giggled again, though it was in a more nervous fashion. His tail now laying limp at his side. “Narf! Oh, it really was nothing, Brain. Just a silly-willy little joke!”

The shorter mouse quirked an eyebrow in response, a smirk beginning to peak through on his lips. “Are you certain?” Brain asked, pulling Pinky down by a handful of fur on his chest, resulting in their noses squishing together. “I believe I recall you making some sort of remark that was far from “nothing.”

Pinky gulped, red cheeks darkening into a more red hue, his laugh jittery. He had expected Brain to dismiss what he said, resulting in nothing more than a flustered Brain and him a giggling mess about it. Now Pinky was a mess but in an entirely different manner.

“TROZ! You’ll have to figure it out, Brain!” Pinky teased, giving Brain a soft shove to get him to let go, however, he forgot to account for the fact his fur was still being held onto when he did so, causing him to be pulled down to the ground too.

Pinky had stopped himself from falling just in time with both his hands, eyes shut tight when he embraced for impact. Opening one eye cautiously, he wasn’t prepared to be met with the sight of Brain trapped underneath him, the two of them staring at each other flustered.

“Looks like you’ve really fallen for me, Brain! Narf!” Pinky exclaimed, breaking through the thick tension that was beginning to form. “Anywhosies, guess we better rest up for tomorrow-”

Just when Pinky tried to lift himself to free the other, he could feel hands tightening around his wrists, keeping them and himself in place.

“Brain?” He looked down, his face was burning, much like Brain’s but way less intense. Not only were Brain’s cheeks glowing, but the tips of his ears were as well. Although he was struggling to do so, he maintained eye contact with Pinky.

“You are… correct, in your statement, Pinky. Regarding the whole falling thing, of course not just in the literal sense but in the…” His voice trailed off, and he cleared his throat. “Well, you know. I sincerely hope I’m not causing you to be too nervous, Pinky.”

There was a thin, bashful smirk once again on his face seeing the mouse on top of him chuckle nervously at his words. There was a moment of silence.

“Brain, do you REALLLYYY wanna hear what I said before? Do you?” He tilted his head, fluttering his eyelashes. “Poit! Do you reallyy?”

“No, Pinky, if I’m being entirely truthful, I did indeed hear-”

“Goody! NARF! Cause I’d much rather show you, that’s much more fun!”

Brain’s eyes widened, and just when it seemed impossible, he turned even redder and his whole body felt like it was in flames. His mouth felt dry.

“Th-that won’t be necess-”

For what felt like the thousandth time, words were once again cut short. This time it was by Pinky’s mouth crashing against his own.

Pinky really wasn’t kidding about their kiss being breathless. Brain could already feel his chest start to grow heavy, as all his air was stolen by the mouse above him. Despite that, he didn’t complain. He didn’t push him off or cut their kiss short. He didn’t want to.

It was no secret that Pinky was also enjoying himself, a shiver going down his spine with each little movement Brain made from beneath him. After a while, and much to Brain’s disappointment, he had pulled away. And just as he had guessed, the two of them were wheezing breathlessly.

“Poit! Heheh… I told you we’d be out of breath, Brain! You’re all huffy and puffy!”

“As are you.” Brain murmured, rubbing the bottom of his lip with his thumb. “Very well, Pinky. You’ve won this time, but no more time for dilly-dallying. We must get our rest for tomorrow night.”

Pinky jumped for joy, his fists pumping in the air. “Yaay!! I won, I won! TROZ! I won!”

He stopped abruptly then, looking over with a confused expression towards Brain who had already walked away.

“Eerm, won what, exactly?”

#pinky and the brain #brinky #pinky x brain #fluff #animaniacs #patb #pinky patb #brain patb #writing #animaniacs fanfiction #pinky and the brain fanfiction

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13 18 27 for ruisi and darrash :zoomeyes:

YOU’VE OPENED QUITE THE FLOODGATES YOU KNOW

13. What’s your oc’s dream home like?

Ruisi: Sometimes when Ruisi slows down enough, she wonders her plausibility on getting a nice estate in the Balmorran outlands, or perhaps on Belsavis. Somewhere she can sit high and watch everyone scamper around below her, because she needs a power trip. Eventually she’ll set sights on Zakuul, but she has yet to find somewhere lavish enough. If all else fails - she will take the home of the Lord she served under as a Handmaiden.

Darrash: He desperately wants a nice, simple, homely little place on Alderaan. Aside from the sentimental value of that being where he and Vector first crossed paths and the mess with Houses Thul and Cortess, he really did love the sights, flora, fauna - he loved everything. He wants to be out in the wilderness with no one but himself, his thoughts, and Vector. You can’t get blackmailed if you live in the woods.

18. How does your oc see themself? How does this compare to the way other ocs see them?

Ruisi: Ruisi sees herself as a god and fully intends to claw her way up to that reality. She came from a slave pen straight into the manor of a Sith Lord, who saw her sensitivity to the Force and affinity for lightning as a wonderful tool for both their statuses; the Lord would find a pupil, and the pupil would find power.

She’s callous and she’s incredibly cold, even unfeeling towards those who hold her once-status as a slave. She’s gone as far as keeping them enslaved for her own ego as a reminder that she’s no longer the trodded-upon. So she thinks. She’s in denial that she’s perfectly played into the Sith ideal as a blind pawn, so infatuated with her bid for power that she’ll subdue herself to anyone she targets so she can plan her next usurping - she doesn’t let herself feel the doubt of “what if they overpower me” because she believes she cannot be overpowered.

She can and she will be the victor, at whatever cost it takes. It’s what got her started on defying Zash on Korriban to save Ffon, it’s what got her to kill Major Bessiker and overtake his position, and it’s what’s going to get her to the Eternal Throne - no matter how much lying, stealing, murdering, etc she has to do.

Rukota (Sorcerer) holds her in no high regards as a former direct rival for Zash’s attention and firmly believes she WILL meet her match and get herself embarrassed, if not outright killed. And he has some bets that if she doesn’t get killed, she’ll be right back as a handmaiden to some victorious Lord again. As Rukota embarks on some reluctant journey with Iminaran (Sage) to chase down another rogue spirit, Iminaran herself comes to terms with the fact that Ruisi is just downright insane. Too much girlbossing.

However, Alahnas (Assassin) has her money on Ruisi making it to the Eternal Empire, and THEN getting her ass handed to her. The sweet taste of juuuuuuuust missing your mark? Delicious fodder.

And then I have the rest of the Zash crew, whom I haven’t gotten to fully characterize out just yet but most of them are staring at Ruisi like :tails: and then choosing to mind their own business ….. until they all end up getting killed, some of them killed by Ruisi LOL

Darrash: Oh boy. Darrash is one of the most self-depricating egomaniacs you’ll ever meet; he knows he’s the best because he IS the best, and he has done things that neither the Empire nor the Republic could have ever thought possible for hundreds of years - in the span of months. He’s done everything from undermining a lazy Hutt fresh out of graduation to conquering Corellia .. each in a month + maybe some change. He’s the one who cracked Belsavis vaults wide open after the military couldn’t handle it for so long. And he does it without getting himself killed! You ask him to do a job, and he knows he can get it done, be it by the books or by improv. He might even give you a little complaint or a joke or ask you about his pay - but he’ll go.

But, he also holds himself deeply accountable for the cards stacked against him (loss of close friends and family as collateral, the brainwashing that he literally could not have known about until activated, the harm he’s brought to innocents before he had his turning point in morality, etc). When he was sold to the Empire as a kid and toted off to Intelligence, he only began to obey just for the fact that if they trusted him and he graduated top of his class, they’d give him the longest leash in the galaxy. He wanted that long leash so he could set out on rectifying what he’s lost.. looking for his lost siblings, maybe his blood family. Trying to create a fallback network of his own just in case he has to cut and run for it.

Much like he expects, many others see him as the prodigy he’s been hailed as. He runs into my Republic Trooper/Vanguard Samcas Reedjay while on Balmorra, having chased a lead to find his brother Gurr’os’olo (also a Vanguard); and Samcas watched as Darrash picked off every soldier around them one by one with downright terrifying efficiency, sparing only himself, Roso, and Lt. Jorgan. Once the situation was uh. lightly defused, Samcas learned to have some semblance of respect for Darrash. He knew his cause, he knew his objective, and he followed through. Darrash let the three of them go with clear passage back to their own turf as their escort, then disappeared. They’ll meet again.

Jedi Shadow Crozlaku has been on Alderaan her whole life, and naturally had taken arms to help defend House Organa from Imperial probing. She went head to head with Darrash in combat and, much to her extreme surprise and dire apprehension, was defeated. But not killed. She’d never met an Imperial Agent who’d rather spare an enemy than nip a loose end, but there was a truce sworn between them and she fell into hiding while healing. Crozlaku and Darrash will not meet again until the Eternal Alliance is established and steady, as Vector will call her in - announcing her as an old-adversary-turned-new-ally in the Republic. She won’t act as a mole or get Republic forces killed, but she’ll clear passage and divert vulnerable troops out of the path of destruction.

Nuvru, a big honk of a Zabrak Sentinel trying not to fall back to the Dark Side, met the sniper after his stint on Taris. Darrash had been suffering from Dark Corruption and had hit a point where he was starting to fear the effects it was having on his mind and body and wanted to seek a way to heal outside of the Empire. She only met him through the fact that her partner Vell’ahn (a Sentinel with a healer background) was able to look him over and provide help. She’s got some respect for the poor kid, given that he’s really trying to fight the Dark just like she’s doing herself. I’m not sure if or when they’ll meet again, but she remembers him fondly and hopes he’s able to overcome the Darkness. (And spoiler alert, he was able to fully recover by the time he finished his business on Voss.)

I haven’t decided if/when he gets to meet my other playable chars :zoomeyes:

And for two give-me characters, would be his younger sister Marrav Nealev (to-be Cipher Ten) and older half brother Johkel Nealev (Watcher Three). Darrash would not meet Marrav until his stint on Corellia, with her being the final Easter egg that the Minister of Intelligence left for him to make one final decision. Of course, he took her and kept her as far away from Razer as he possibly could. She is three years younger than Darrash and not yet graduated, but had been doing her field exercises on Corellia when her brother arrived and “stumbled” across her small outcropping. She’s listless without Imperial Intelligence, but was pleased to know that Darrash kept in contact with his team and had ways to find where the rest were dispersed to.

Johkel is one of the few non-modified Watchers within Imperial ranks, with Darrash not even fully recognizing him until the disbanding of Intelligence - at that point they’d been working together since Jadus’ disappearance, but had met the first time Darrash came to Dromund Kaas.. shortly before Darrash became Cipher Nine to begin with. That’s three years of close work before Darrash was even aware. Which, at least Johkel had the excuse of working for the Ministry of Logistics first.

27. How does your oc handle fear?

Ruisi: She becomes her own little fear of thing -> anger at thing -> more power self-circulating conduit. The more afraid she is of something, the more violently she’ll react to it! And by extension the lightning storm around you is about to get way, way worse.

Darrash: He tries not to let himself get to the point of fear, because often enough he doesn’t have the time for it at all. He doesn’t want to let it deter him from doing what needs to be done, y’know? But fear fucks with him. It gives him freezing hands and feet, his pulse goes haywire, all sorts of nasty shit. So he just swallows it down and says he’ll worry about the hypotheticals later. This typically results in him laying facedown in a bunk for about eighteen hours at a time.

#cheeri’s ocs #cheeri's asks #cheeri swtor #ruisi #darrash nealev #marrav nealev #johkel nealev #samcas reedjay #rukota #iminaran #alahnas maadosh #nuvru #crozlaku

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ceciliaceofbase · 2 years

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Taste of Peaches {Peter Parker}

Summary: [NSFW] As the only one who knows Spider-Mans identity after the unfortunate spell, Peter and you have been getting extremely close. Who knew that a little mistake at a college party, could change the terms of your relationship?

Part 2 is here!

CW: softdom!peter, submissive!femreader, smut!!!, underage drinking, "tipsy" sex, mentions of bondage, rough-sex, manhandling of reader, oral (f-receiving), orgasm denial (sorta), overstimulation (kinda, mainly of reader), unprotected sex, pet names (baby, princess, good girl... I think that's it), praise, slight degradation, bruises, teasing, explicit description and wording, restricted movement, mention/slight hint of roleplay

****PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU BELIEVE YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED. I PROMISE IT'S NOT WORTH THE RISK!!!****

A/N: This is the first smut I'm publishing, so please be patient. I'm practicing, but I realize this is not the best :,) But anyways, I hope you can get a little bit of excitement out of it 🍑✨🧡

Everyone in this fic is 18+

5k words, edited once

“And then, you know, the ENTIRE STATUE BREAKS-” Peter waved dramatically at you, rambling at such a quick speed it was difficult to keep up.

“Peter-” You tried to interrupt with a giggle at his frantic hand movements, the attempt failing pretty quickly. He was starting to get way too riled up, and you were getting worried someone was going to hear his rant. Ever since everyone else forgot Spider-Man’s identity, he was usually extremely careful about bringing up his alter ego in public...

“Which is NOT the first time I was taking part in the destruction of a NATIONAL MONUMENT! You probably don’t remember but-” He ignored your first interruption, so you were more aggressive this time around by slapping your hand over his mouth.

“Peter!” You hissed, stifling a laugh at his surprised look. “You’re getting a little loud, there are way too many people here. Someone’s gonna hear something and then it’s going to be even more of a disaster.”

He nodded his head and you removed your hand slowly, he muttered an embarrassed sorry while looking around the dimly lit room. You two were at one of the many frat parties that were taking place on campus, attempting to appease your roommate who INSISTED you both get some time outside of studying. You enjoyed partying most of the time, but Peter on the other hand...

He got awkward and hated not knowing most of the people there, but he refused to let you go without him. Getting drugged is not uncommon, and your roommate wasn’t really one to stick by your side. She was constantly on some random guy or girl, trying to find another victim for her unwavering libido, while you were slapping hands away and trying to dance in peace.

Peter wasn’t really one to get jealous, but he was extremely protective of you (understandable as the young hero had seen how horrible people can be, especially later in the evening). He liked to walk you to and from your late-night class on Wednesdays, always pushing your protests away and coming up with some excuse. So it wasn’t surprising when he raced after you when he heard where you were going, not complaining about the time or that he didn’t want to go.

Everything had been going great, Peter occasionally grabbing you both the only virgin drinks there while also sending glares to people who tried to approach you. That was until he got a notification about the newest Daily Bugle video that consisted of lovely interviews of New Yorkers who wished for Spider-Mans death. That was when he pulled you to the side of the room, telling you about everything they were saying it how it made him feel.

“I’m sorry, I just- It’s so loud!” He yelled as the music seemed to get even louder at the statement, raising the other conversations around you. “Here let's go.”

You were surprised when he grabbed your hand gently, pulling you away from the crowd into a nearby study. Your cheeks flushed lightly from the contact, not used to Peter being so bold... ever touching you at all really, but he didn’t take notice until he had shut the door a little louder than necessary.

“Oh! I- I didn’t mean to... sorry,” He let go of your hand, bringing it up to bashfully rub the back of his neck.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind it,” You smiled sweetly, secretly wishing he’d touch you more like that. The room filled with a thick silence, the outside voices muffled by the wall and the bass of the music shaking the ground slightly. Trying to avoid eye contact, you looked at the drink in your hand pretending to be interested in the contents, and that was when you spotted it.

“Uh, Peter?” Your jaw dropped slightly, a small smile working your way onto your face.

“What?” He seemed stressed, grabbing the long can to look at the front. His eyebrows raised and his face went beet red, then turning the bottle to look at the description on the back his jaw also dropped slightly. “Shit! I did not- I swear when I looked at the case it said it was non-alcoholic. And I-”

You interrupted by letting out a loud wheeze, doubling over quickly. It wasn’t really that funny, but the alcohol in your system was saying something else.

“Peter that’s 9%! How many did you have?” You couldn’t stop laughing, now realizing why you had been so giggly the past hour. You had at least 2 and a half cans, and could now recognize the slight buzz running through your head, fully understanding why your face had been so flushed.

“5...” He snorted slightly, joining in on your laughter. You noticed his eyes crinkle with his smile and the sight almost made you blush, he was just so adorable.

“5? Peter how are you not wasted?!?!” You were slowly bringing yourself back from your laughing fit, wiping tears from your eyes. You had a low alcohol tolerance, having not drank much in your life, and assumed Peter would be a lightweight aswell.

“It’s the spidey... thing,” He let out in between chuckles. “I doubt those will even affect me that long. And they were good okay? I couldn’t even taste the alcohol over that peachy flavor.”

“How lucky for you, I’m definitely going to be feeling a buzz for a little while,” You smiled, then let out a dramatic gasp followed by giggles. “Peter! You’re underage drinking... as a superhero!”

“So are you!” He pointed quickly, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you from your laughing.

“Wait, wait! I’m not a hero, I’m just a normal citizen... therefore it’s better?” You smiled cheekily, not really sure if that logic made sense, but happy to tease.

“It’s still a crime,” Peter scoffed lightly, placing the drink down on a nearby table. You watched as his back muscles flexed against his tight shirt, and suddenly things weren’t as funny anymore. Your mind jumped to unholy places, your body suddenly feeling quite hot. You thought about making a joke, almost not saying it until the alcohol pushed your judgment down.

“What are ya gonna do? Arrest me? I’ve always wondered what Spider-Man’s webs felt like...” You teased slightly. Peter paused for a second, he didn’t turn around but you could tell that your comment had some sort of effect on him. It made you second guess you’re statement, but he was just a friend, he wouldn’t think anything of it right? You decided to push a little bit further as if you had just got caught. “Oh but Spider-Man, I can’t be put in jail! Please let me go, I’ll do anything!”

You giggled at your own joke, slowly realizing you were a bit tipsier than you originally thought.

“Please, Peter-” You started to beg, but stopped yourself when Peter whipped around, getting extremely close to your face. His eyes seemed to be a darker brown than normal, his breath a little bit heavy and smelling of peaches. Your own breath caught in your throat at the sudden movement, as you took in how tall he was when standing right next to you.

“You can’t say that kind of stuff to me,” He swallowed thickly, it looked like he was struggling to hold composure. “You’ve looked gorgeous all night... all the time really, I always seem to catch myself staring. And you have been so supportive through everything, so kind and understanding of my hero work, even when I have to flake on you. Y/N, you don’t know how hard it’s been to hold back, to keep myself from- from...”

“Then don’t hold back anymore,” You looked at him through your eyelashes, feeling a lump of nervousness catch in your throat. You wanted him to break the tension, to kiss you- no you wanted him to do more than that. Thoughts ripped through your mind and you could feel yourself getting excited over even the idea.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, coming so close to you now. He bent down slightly, you could feel his breath running over your lips. He paused, leaving you wanting and craving more.

“Why’d you have to make it so difficult for me?” He asked quietly, only centimeters away from giving you what you wanted.

“Why didn’t you look at the cans closer?” You whispered back, watching as his jaw clenched.

“I can’t do this. As much as I want to, as much as I need to...” He suddenly pulled back, raking a hand through his hair. You let out the breath you were holding, shocked at the response. “You’re drunk, I can’t do this with you. When you’re completely sober, you’ll hate me for it.”

“Peter I won’t, I’m thinking clearly. I want you,” You looked at him, your heart racing and stomach fluttering.

“You’re making this extremely difficult,” He glared at you, wishing he could look at more than just your pretty face. His eyes scanned your body slowly, needing to be on you... to be in you. He almost lost control again, when the door opened quickly.

Your roommate was giggling and making out with some pink-haired woman that you didn’t recognize, they didn’t even realize you two were there until you cleared your throat. The two girls looked up quickly, the pink-haired one giving you a shy, embarrassed smile while your roommate smirked.

“I’m sorry were we interrupting something?” She teased, raising her eyebrows at you, her hands never leaving the gal.

“Actually-” You started, before Peter quickly grabbed your hand. You looked at him in confusion as he started pulling you towards the door.

“No, we were just leaving. We’re going back to the dorms,” He said both to you and your roommate, your eyebrows furrowing slightly

“Well, alright I’ll be sure to knock before I enter,” She teased while Peter was quick to close the door and start pushing through the crowd, clearly eager to get out of there.

“Wait, Peter-” You said, taking your hand back. He stopped and turned to look at you again.

“You said you wanted me right?” He asked, his eyes scanning you once again.

The words made you stutter slightly, a blush covering your face. You nodded, trying not to notice the hungry way he looked at you as it only seemed to make you more desperate.

“Then trust me,” His gaze softened, causing you to nod again, he took back your hand. You quickly wove through the many, sweaty bodies and pushed through the door, into the cold night. You felt the rush of freezing airflow over you, quickly cooling off your body though desire kept other parts of you hot.

Just as Peter said, you started the 15-minute walk to your dorm building. He noticed your shivering and pulled you close, as he also did not bring a jacket. The walk went on in silence, you slowly felt the buzz from your drinks die down a little bit, but not fully as you knew the effects of alcohol lasted much longer than an hour. Finally, reaching inside the warm building you turned to walk towards your dorm, Peter trailing shortly behind.

It was then that you were starting to feel slightly infuriated, he had gotten you so worked up and then just... pulled away? You felt clear-minded enough, and though it was sweet that he was thinking about you, it also made you want to slap him across the face. An idea slowly dawned on you as you started up the staircase to your hall, he wanted this just as much as you did and you knew it... you could use that against him.

Reaching your door, you slowed down, pulling the key out of your handbag. It was a cliche move but in your short dress? It was going to work marvelously. You let the key slip from your fingers smoothly, bending over at the waist in the most obvious way possible just to pick it up. You could practically hear the breath that caught in his throat, and you smiled to yourself knowing you got him back.

Unlocking the door and turning the handle, you were surprised when two hands quickly rushed you inside, pushing you against the wall and slamming the door behind him.

“I thought you were going to leave me?” You challenged slightly, his jaw clenching again.

“I never said that, I just said I was taking you home,” He corrected, standing still extremely close to you. “What’s with the brattiness?”

“I’m upset you didn’t kiss me. Tease me up like that, and then just pull away... dick move Parker,” You furrowed your eyebrows slightly.

“You know my reasoning,” He was quick to respond, eyes darting to your lips and back.

“And you know mine.”

He paused only for a moment before he brought his head down to your ear and you felt the nervousness coming back again, his breath fanned over your neck and you could smell his mahogany cologne.

“You’re really good at making me lose all control, you know that?” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You didn’t answer, swallowing thickly at the feeling, suddenly not having the courage you had before. “Aw, what? Nothing to say, I thought you were doing great at teasing all night... I guess it’s my turn huh?”

You felt your breath quicken at the words, your thighs rubbing against each other to provide some sort of friction. You wanted him, your body wanted him... and he was using it against you.

“Tell me that you still want me.”

You hesitated only for a second, feeling him place a small kiss on your neck.

“I need you, Peter,” You breathed out quickly, not willing to brat or put up a fight anymore.

“That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” He smiled before crashing his lips into yours. Sparks flew throughout your body as you kept feeling yourself get hotter and hotter. He wasn’t soft and sweet like you would expect Peter to be, but passionate and lustful, and you were loving this side of him. When he pushed his tongue in your mouth, you could taste the peach flavor that had started this whole thing.

His hands tangled into your hair as you kicked your shoes off, him doing the same, while you ran your own fingers into his soft curls. He was guiding you to your room, pushing you onto the bed while you cleared off the pillows and stuffed animals, too distracted to be embarrassed. He was on you again quickly, caging your body in with his, hands hesitating to touch you at first, but finding their place at your hips.

He didn’t stay at your lips for long, his mouth trailing down the side of your neck with soft kisses. You let out soft moans to the delicate feeling of his warm lips being so gentle with his caresses, sometimes sucking just enough to leave a mark. He continued this process slowly diving into the crook of your shoulder, and onto your collarbone, while slowly sliding his hands up the bottom of your dress.

He looked up at you for permission, to which you nodded eagerly. He pulled up the dress, you arching and helping to lift over your head. He stopped for a moment just to look, adoration and lust clouding his every feature.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” He smiled to himself, almost prideful, before going to kiss at your cleavage. Your face was burning hot from the compliment, and you were sure if he had stared only a second longer you would have curled in on yourself out of embarrassment. But you were soon distracted by his lips again, nipping and sucking on your breasts.

“This is convenient, did you wear this for me princess?” He played at your front clasping bra but didn’t give you the time to affirm your innocence, settling on his own decision. “Planning this all along, what a dirty little girl.”

The words heated your face even more as you squirmed, getting desperate to be touched somewhere more dire. But Peter was slow, unclipping and setting your breasts free for his eyes. He groaned slightly, before using both his mouth and hands to tease and play with your nipples. You squirmed and moaned beneath him, slowly getting more and more soaked.

“So. So. So. Pretty.” He said in between kisses, making you blush yet again. “My pretty girl.”

You loved that he said “my” without hesitation, yet couldn’t focus for long as he moved from your breasts to your tummy. He placed soft hovering kisses, making you whimper at the soft tickling sensation, wishing he’d go just a bit faster. When he finally made it to the edge of your panties, he used his teeth to lift the waistband before snapping it back onto your skin.

You thought that was going to be when he pulled your underwear off, but you groaned as he skipped over your sensitive spot, moving to your thighs sucking and kissing sharply. You were squirming now as the need for any sort of touch increased, the pressure in your stomach was becoming painful.

“Peter, please...” You squirmed, weaving your fingers in his hair. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what baby? Use your words” He smirked slightly, loving the fact that you were begging and whimpering for him.

“Please touch me,” You whimpered slightly, as his grip on your thighs tightened to keep you from trying to get some friction. He was really enjoying all the control he had over you and was reveling in every squirm and moan.

“I am touching you,” He placed a kiss right next to your underwear, causing you to shiver, “you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“I don’t want to say it,” You felt your face heat up quickly, “it’s embarrassing.”

“Well then, I’ll just keep going at my own pace,” He smirked letting his breath fan over your clothed clit, before moving to your thighs again, sucking in what was sure to be a deep hickey. You whimpered in annoyance and embarrassment, before giving in, unable to take another minute.

“Please, touch my pussy,” You almost had to choke out that last word, covering your face with your hands. It made you so flustered saying something like that, you could barely even stutter out the rest of your pleading. “Peter, I need you, I can’t take it anymore.”

“Such a good girl for me,” He smiled at your embarrassment, loving the revenge for your defiant attitude earlier. You switched tones so quickly for him, and it made his head spin he loved it so much. The sound of the nickname sent a shock of arousal hit your core, as the pressure in your stomach only pushed further.

He slid off your panties slowly, letting the cold air hit your labia.

“Princess, you are soaking wet for me. You poor thing, so, so, so, needy,” He placed a kiss to your cunt, eventually giving you what you had begged so nicely for. You let out pornographic moans as he started sucking and licking at your clit, eventually covering your mouth to keep quiet. When he heard the sounds of your muffled groans, he pulled up quickly making you huff at the loss of contact you just got.

“Don’t cover your mouth sweetheart, I want to hear you,” He reprimanded slightly, moving back into his previous position when you moved your hand back down. You tried to keep quiet letting out whimpers and small moans, while Peter held your hips down in order to keep you still.

“Peter,” You moaned his name and that only made him pick up the pace. He was incredibly talented with his mouth and you could feel the coil wrapping tighter in your stomach. You curled your toes, one hand gripping on to Peter’s curls, while the other was gripping on the sheets.

“I’m going to cum, I’m so close,” You let out in between quick breaths. It was then that he took one hand, easily inserting one finger while using his thumb to press against your clit. You missed his mouth, but you were so close to the edge the new feeling almost pushed you over.

“Do you think you deserve for me to let you cum? Hm? Only good girls get that pleasure,” He teased, watching how your eyes scrunched up in euphoria at his vulgar words and movements.

“Oh, God- I’m going to-” You started to say before Peter interrupted, removing his thumb quickly. You whined slightly in response as it pushed your finish back.

“You’re not going to cum unless I say so. Just a few more seconds princess, tell me how much you deserve this,” He was stern at first, moving into a more encouraging voice.

“Please, I’ve been good- I- I will be good, god please,” You let words tumble out of your lips, unsure you could even say a full sentence.

“My good little slut. Okay baby, go ahead. Cum for me.” He moved his mouth back down to your pussy, while still fingering you at a comfortable pace. His permission had your orgasm rocking your body in seconds, your body shaking as a wave of pleasure seemed to drown you, a loud moan escaping your lips.

Peter let you ride it out on his fingers, as your legs were shivering beside his head. Slowly catching your breath you watched as he took his shirt and pants off, the sight of his hot body and the tent in his boxers could’ve sent you into a second O. He then crawled up to your face again, letting his swollen pink lips caress your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips as he gently pressed his mouth against your own, humming into the sweet kiss.

“You don’t taste like peaches anymore,” You smiled lovingly, letting your hand caress his cheek.

“You taste so much better anyway,” He pecked you again, letting his hands grab yours. “Are you ready?”

You nodded as he slipped off his boxers causing your eyes to widen slightly. You knew his powers gave him certain perks but you weren’t expecting something so impressive, your mouth watered a little bit at the thought of getting to return the favor from earlier. He smiled a little bit at your reaction, lining himself up against your entrance.

He didn’t enter you right away, just rubbing himself against you, your hips bucking slightly when he brushed against your swollen clit. He was teasing again, and you were feeling too sensitive to continue with his antics much longer.

“Peter quite, I- I’m too-” You started, interrupting yourself with a gasp as he pushed himself inside you. You could feel how big he was, and even him partially being in provided a little bit of pain. You weren’t very experienced in sex anyway, but even if you were he would have easily made you feel full.

“Holy fuck, you feel even better than I could have even imagined,” He practically growled out. He was slow, letting you get used to the feeling but your eyes still brimmed with tears as you let out little whimpers of the feeling.

“Peter- oh my god, I don’t think-” You started, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

“I’ll fit baby. Your pussy feels too good, I’ll make it fit,” He was loving, placing little kisses along your neck until he bottomed out, leaving you feeling full to the brim. He tried to hold himself back, letting you get used to the feeling, but the urge to start moving overran his caring side.

He rocked back and forth slowly, moans and curses tumbling from his lips along with short sweet praises.

“Such a good girl, taking my whole cock. Fuck, you feel so good,” He entangled both your hands in his so that you couldn’t touch him. You were grateful for the gesture because you couldn’t even think about anything else besides the way his length was slowly getting faster inside your tight cunt.

“Peter” You pitifully moaned, unable to think about anything but him and how good you were feeling. He was fucking you dumb and had only barely started, and he was loving the effect he had on you.

He was trying to be gentle but it was just so hard, he wanted to ram into you at full pace, giving him the pleasure he craved. But he knew his full speed would hurt you, so he held back knowing he’d have to train that little pussy so he could fuck you hard, over time. The bed frame was rocking into the wall now, and you knew the neighboring dorm would be sure to complain as your breathless moans filled the room.

Going faster, you could barely take it, knowing the coil in your stomach was already building up at a rapid pace. His grip moved to your wrists, and the rough hold made your moans even louder while his own grunts were battling for volume. You could feel the sweat on each other's bodies, while you met his hips, attempting to not be totally useless despite it already being enough with just his thrusts.

“There you go princess, so needy for my cock,” He almost whimpered, pulling his head closer to your ear. In a gruff tone, hit bit your lobe and grumbled a promise. “I’m going to use this little cunt, until you can’t even think about being with anyone else. You’ll belong to me, this pussy will be mine, and your thoughts will be only of how I ruin you.”

The words seemed to send your brain into a frenzy, his pace picking up to a bruising speed as your breath got even faster. You knew you were both getting close as his pace got more sloppy, and needy. He let his hands fall to your breasts, squeezing and playing with them as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders.

He was ramming into the perfect spot now, his moans getting more desperate and you felt like you could barely breathe. The feeling was overwhelming as his body pressed into yours, merciless and brutal, yet his gaze was soft and loving, his lips parting with each thrust. He threw his head back slightly, his curls falling to the side of his face as he knew he was getting close.

“Peter! Ah, I’m going to- holy shit, I’m gonna-” You started rambling, the coil in your stomach reaching another tight ball.

“Don’t fucking cum yet, come on baby, wait for me,” He urged, his hands moving down to your waist. He only could think about how your walls felt so good around him, and how your skin was soft beneath his skin. He squeezed his fingers into your flesh, and you knew there would be bruises afterward, him not realizing the level of roughness he was using on you. “You’re so fucking sensitive, shit.”

You tried to head his command, holding onto the edge as long as possible, but your body just couldn’t take it anymore. You brought your hands to his shoulders, gripping tightly as your toes curled into your feet. Electricity seemed to shoot through your frame as your orgasm ripped through you, causing your whole body to convulse slightly.

“F-fuck,” Peter grumbled, your hole rhythmically squeezing him into his own release. He couldn’t even think while his body shuddered, his own release filling you up and his breaths ragged. Your pornographic moans mixed with his while you both kept riding it out, slowly beginning to feel overstimulated. When he finally pulled out, your hips bucked at the feeling, your pussy now too sensitive to take anything else.

“Holy s-shit,” You giggled slightly, your whole body shaking and feeling weak. You knew you weren’t going to be able to get up as Peter collapsed beside you. He recovered quicker than you had expected, his breaths returning to normal, and you discovered that his hair wasn’t even sweaty as you ran your fingers through it. You knew your stray baby hairs were stuck to your forehead, but your body was still twitching from the feeling of being fucked into oblivion, so you didn’t really care how you looked.

Not having the energy to even roll over Peter got up without a word to get a warm, damp, washcloth. He wiped off your slick that covered your thighs, and his own cum that was leaking down your folds. You whined a little bit at the feeling, your body to sensitive to really handle his soft movements, but he let out soft little coos and praises until he was done. It was then he noticed the bruises and marks he had littered over your body, his face hardening slightly at the clear mark of his fingertips on your hips.

Moving back up to you he pulled you into his chest, holding you tight and placing kisses on your head. You rolled into him, gently closing your thighs together as to not make yourself buck again, and placing your own small kisses into his chest.

“You did so good baby, I-” He stopped himself, swallowing thickly, “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind a bit of manhandling,” You smiled and looked into his eyes. He still seemed concerned about you, so you kissed him on the lips. “I promise I’m okay, I actually like it. You’d know if I was uncomfortable.”

“You’re too good for me,” He chuckled slightly. You were too perfect, too understanding.

“I thought I was a criminal?” You referred to the earlier drinking, making him roll his eyes.

“I’m too tired to bring you in tonight... You’ll get what’s coming to you eventually,” He fake glared at you, making you let out a small laugh.

“Promise to tie me up?” You let the blush settle on your cheeks, unable to hide your smitten smirk.

He smiled then, pulling you back into his shoulder, letting the smell of your hair surround him.

“You dirty girl,” He teased.

“You rough spider,” You smiled, happier than you’ve ever been.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know if you'd like a part two, of the scene which Peter has promised to give "-what's coming to you," it will definitely show more Dom!peter. Thanks for reading :)

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marvelouspeterparker · 3 years

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pairing: dom!peter parker x reader

request: I don’t know if request are open but if they are can you please write where peter over hears the reader on the phone saying she’s not sure about sex, because she doesn’t know if he’ll be dominant and rough because the other times he was sweet and gentle. So after hearing this pete gets super dommy and like webs her to the bed a teases her and makes her beg to cum and is just really dominant. Thank you so much if you do this! I love your writing❤️❤️ by anonymous

warnings: smut, dom/sub, edging, spanking, orgasm denial

word count: 4.3k

notes: this has been in my inbox since summer 2019 i am so sorry + peter and reader are 18+ in this and living together (basically they’re grown) + i’m actually not sure i like this but oh well

“I don’t know MJ,” you sighed, unsure. “I just––It’s just not really as good as it could be.”

Peter didn’t mean to eavesdrop, he really didn’t. But he had been playing video games for a few hours now and had decided to take a break for today and made his way over to your shared bedroom. He’d realized you were on the phone and was going to go and come back later, but your conversation piqued his interest and he couldn’t help himself. Also, his hearing was pretty good, so even if he went back, he would have heard it anyway, even if he didn’t want to. You must have thought he still had his headset on.

“No he’s great––he’s really good.” You paused. “No he’s way better than my exes, he makes sure I cum every time, multiple times, that’s not the issue.” Peter leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, a feeling of smug pride in his chest, until another part of his mind reminded him that you said that wasn’t the issue––then what was? There was an issue?

“I––He’s just really,” you paused, struggling to find the right word. “Sweet...Gentle. He’s really gentle. I want him to be rough with me. I want him to be dominant.” You sighed. “But I think he’s just too soft to do that.”

Peter let his arms fall to his side. You’d never told him you wanted him to be rougher. If you had, he would bend you over his knee, no questions asked. He just had no idea you were into that.

When he heard you say bye to MJ, he took a deep breath and walked into the room. You looked up, startled. “Oh––Hi Pete.”

He smiled back, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. He paused, a few feet away from you, looking down at his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He could hear your heartbeat quicken. “W––What do you mean?”

“I heard your phone call, Y/N.”

“Oh, Pete––” You closed the distance between the two of you, your hand reaching out to hold his shoulder but his hand shot out and caught it in mid-air. He could hear your heartbeat becoming erratic.

He looked up at you and your breath hitched at the sinful look in his eyes. He could hear you getting excited, he could also smell you too. “Asked you a question, baby.” He tilted his head and brought your hand to his mouth, turning it to kiss the inside of your wrist, his thumb caressing the soft skin. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to be used like a toy?”

Your mouth went dry. “I––” You had no idea what to say. You knew he could tell how aroused you were getting, yet he wasn’t doing anything.

He raised a brow, clearly waiting for a response, and though it frustrated you, it also made you even wetter.

“I didn’t think you’d––be able to.” You could see a flash of irritation cross his features.

“I can lift a truck with my bare hands, and you thought I wouldn’t be able to dominate a pretty,” he leaned closer to you, “little thing,” he tilted your chin up, “like you?” Everything would be considered little to Pete when it came to his super strength––you’d never thought about it like that.

He moved as if he was going to kiss you, his breath softly touching your lips. “I’m going to have you crying for me, angel.”

He pulled away from you and you tried to lean forward and steal a kiss but you weren’t fast enough. He started to pull your shirt up and paused to let you confirm that you wanted this. When you nodded, he continued and pulled it off completely, letting it fall to the ground. His eyes shamelessly ogled your chest and the look in his eyes made you feel so vulnerable but so seductive––as if you were the one putting him in a trance, even though for you, it was the other way around.

He kissed his way down your stomach as he crouched down, pulling down your sweats and helping you step out of them. He stood back up and trailed his eyes over your body, your pebbled nipples, the rise and fall of your chest. God, you were magnificent.

“Are––Are you not gonna get undressed?” You asked quietly. When he raised a brow, you swallowed and looked down, suddenly nervous.

He tilted your head up by your chin and you bit your lip. “You want me to get naked? Wanna see how hard my cock is for you, just from the sight of you?” You nodded eagerly and he tutted, “You know you have to tell me exactly what you want, princess. Otherwise, I won’t do a thing.”

You licked your lips nervously. “I want––I want to see you. All of you.”

“Yeah?” He teased. “What part of me do you want to see?”

“Pete–” You whined, embarrassed. He crossed his arms and you sighed. “Your––I want to see your cock.” You said quietly.

He smiled, tapping your chin playfully. “There you go, baby. That wasn’t so hard was it?”

He pulled his shirt off teasingly slow, only letting you see inches of his skin at a time, your eyes trailing up with each sliver of skin you saw––from his v-line, to his abs, until he finally pulled it all the way off. He took off his pants and his boxers in no time, but he barely gave you any time to gawk at him.

“Get on the bed.” You could tell in his eyes, he wasn’t playing. You followed his instructions quickly, part of you extremely excited to see how this played out.

You got on your back in the middle of the bed and held your breath as Peter watched you silently, stroking his cock slowly. Your mouth was watering at the sight of him, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t let you take care of him first.

“Safe word is red, okay? Don’t be afraid to use it if you need to.” He looked at you to make sure you heard him and you nodded.

“Okay.”

He took his time taking you in, watching you squirm on the bed. You don’t even know how long he’d made you wait so far, it could have been thirty seconds, it could have been two minutes––you have no idea but it was too long. The way his hand was squeezing around his cock the way you liked to, his tip leaking with pre-cum, you couldn’t handle it. You started to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some pressure and his eyes snapped up to yours immediately.

“Spread your legs.”

You whined but complied, sighing when you felt the air of the room hit between your legs.

Peter’s eyes narrowed in on your center and he sped up his hand. “Fuck, princess. Look at you. You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? Can see you glistening from here.”

You mewled, his words only making you more bothered. You had to physically stop yourself from closing your legs but Peter wasn’t having that.

“Hands above your head.”

You looked at him, pouting. “But Pete––”

“Hands. Above. Your. Head.”

You swallowed and did as he asked. He climbed onto the bed, sitting on his knees between your legs, eyes focused on your center. “You’re so fucking perfect. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

He brought his hands to trail up and down your thighs, his touch teasingly soft. “You know what else I can’t believe?”

You hummed, looking up at him.

“That you didn’t tell me you wanted to be treated like a slut.” You audibly gasped and he smirked. “This whole time I was treating you like my innocent little angel,” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, “when you really just wanted to be my needy little whore.” He trailed his hand down your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him, but not close enough.

Your back arched as you squirmed under him, “Peter please.”

He quirked a brow, looking into your eyes. “Yes?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you.” He retorted, a small smile on his face.

“Pete come on,” you whined, “stop messing around.”

“Sweetheart,” He dug his fingers into your thighs, making you sigh. “Does it look like I’m joking?” He kissed your knee. “Where do you want me to touch you exactly?”

You let out a shaky breath.

He kissed the side of your knee. “Here?” You shook your head. He kissed about an inch lower, a smile on his face. “Here?” You shook your head once again. He kissed lower and lower, asking each time, and every time, you would shake your head no. When he finally reached the highest point of your thigh, right next to your center, you were basically panting with want.

He was lying down on the bed now, his face hovering above your wet center. He kissed your clit gently and you moaned, your hips bucking for more, but he was quick to push you back down with one hand.

He laughed, “Is this where you want me to touch, baby?” You nodded desperately, but that wasn’t enough for him. He tilted his head, licking his lips. “Say it.” He ordered.

You looked down at him, your eyes about to water already with how sensitive and needy you were. “I want––want you to touch my pussy please, Peter.”

“Such a bad girl,” he cooed teasingly. “Naughty mouth too.” His fingers were tracing around your pussy softly, barely grazing your skin, making you yearn for more. “Practically punishing me just because you didn’t tell me what you wanted. Talking about me to your friend, keeping this to yourself...” He looked you in the eye, the dark look in his gaze making your breath hitch. “You were holding back from me too, princess. Depriving me of the darkest, most sensual parts of you, your desires, when we both could have been having fun…What on earth am I gonna do with you?” He pulled his hand away from you and you whined, making him bite his lip. “More importantly, what am I gonna do to you?”

You took a sharp inhale.

He lowered his head, still looking up at you. “You want my mouth?”

You nodded. “Want your mouth on me, please please please Peter.” You were already begging and the thought made Peter twitch. He had to control himself, he knew that if he rutted against the bed and just watched you, he’d cum in no time––and he really wanted to do that inside of you. But he couldn’t help but drag this out a little bit––not when you looked so enticing.

“Yeah?” he bit his lip. “You want my mouth on this pretty pussy?”

You were near tears, “Yes Peter! Please!” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you just wanted him to do something. This was the wettest and neediest you’ve ever felt and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Say it, baby.”

You looked at him, barely hearing his words, your response breathless. “W–What?”

His eyes were piercing yours. “Say you want me to eat this pretty little pussy. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

“P––Pete I––”

He raised a brow and made as if he was going to get up, and you quickly spoke up, “Okay I––Please Pete,” He looked at you, wordlessly egging you on. “I want you to eat my pretty little pussy…” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, but then again, so did the rest of your body.

He hummed, still not moving. “One mistake though, babe.” You pouted, in disbelief that he still hadn’t eaten you out––normally he would jump straight to it, no questions asked. “This isn’t your pussy.” His finger trailed down from your clit to your hole, picking up the wetness as it dragged down ever so softly and your brows furrowed in frustration and pleasure, his other hand pinning you down. “It’s mine.”

You closed your mouth, your pussy clenching hopelessly around nothing.

“So correct yourself.”

“I––” You paused and bit your lip.

“I’m waiting, princess. You know it’s not really nice of you to make me wait this long. I’ve been aching to get my mouth on you.” He ran his finger back up to rest on your clit and you sighed.

You had to bite your tongue to prevent your frustrations from pouring out through some very vulgar words. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and Peter smiled annoyingly at you when you opened your eyes––He knew exactly what he was doing. His hand rubbed up and down in your inner thigh and you took a shaky breath. “Peter please? Can you eat your pretty little pussy? It’s throbbing Pete please, I need you––”

He growled and buried his face in you, his tongue lapping up and spreading your wetness. Your hands shot down to grab his hair immediately and he pulled away, making you whine loudly. “I said hands above your head, sweetheart. First and final warning.” You raised your hands back where they were and he dove back in, hands pushing your thighs apart as he devoured you.

He was moaning into you, fully and unabashedly enjoying himself. “My pussy’s always so fucking wet and sweet for me, isn’t it?”

You sighed dreamily, the pleasure going straight to your head, “Mm only for you.”

He chuckled, his tongue making its way through your folds to lap at your clit mercilessly. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you into him, shaking his head, moving his tongue aggressively to push you towards the edge. You felt your breath hitch, your eyes widening as your legs started to tremble. Unwillingly, your hands shot down and just as they made contact with his head, he pulled away from you, making you whine loudly.

“Pete no––”

He licked his lips, not even bothering to wipe his chin and you clenched helplessly around nothing. You were pulsing and his eyes focused on your pussy for a moment before he looked back up into your eyes.

“What did I say?”

“I––”

“What. Did I. Say, Y/N.”

You gulped, “To keep my hands above my head.”

“That’s right. And did you do what I asked?” His eyes were piercing yours.

“You just felt––”

“Did you. Do. What I asked?”

You shook your head nervously, “N––No.”

He sat back, looking you up and down, hunger in his eyes. “Gonna have to punish you now, sweetheart.”

You perked up and he smiled. He could hear your heartbeat, your breath. “Yeah baby? You want me to spank that pretty ass of yours?”

You nodded, getting into position over his lap before he could even blink. You turned your head and batted your eyelashes teasingly. “Can you please spank me?”

“Jesus––” he muttered, his hands going over your smooth skin, grabbing the flesh. “So beautiful, aren’t you?” You bucked into his hips, getting wetter from his words and his touch. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together and he swatted one of them lightly, making you gasp. “You know what to do. Spread em, babygirl.”

You whined but opened your legs, spread over him as if he were taking you from behind. “Such a naughty girl, wanting me to hurt you.” He spanked you with no warning and his strong hands held you back when you jolted away from him. “Such. A. Dirty. Fucking. Thing.” He spanked you between each word, your back arching further with each hit.

“Fuck, Pete.”

“Yeah I know. My princess likes that doesn’t she?” You nodded pathetically and he smiled, lifting you up to sit in his lap. “Well too bad this is supposed to be a punishment, then.” His smile dropped and your legs clenched around him. “On the bed like before. Don’t make me ask twice.”

You crawled over to the middle again, hands above your head and he watched you for a moment. He got up without a word and you stopped yourself from complaining. He came back with something in his hands and it looked like––

He pressed a button in a split second and your hands were webbed to the bed. Your eyes went wide and he could tell that you enjoyed it. He threw the web-shooter aside and climbed back between your legs, his hands running up and down your thighs.

“This okay baby?” You nodded and he smiled. “Since I know I can’t trust you to follow simple instructions and keep your hands where they belong,” he gave you a pointed look. “I just had to do something myself to make sure that you’re a good girl for me.”

He lowered himself back down and wasted no time, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your pussy, his arm slinging across your waist when you started squirming.

“Ughh F––Fuck, Pete––”

“That’s it, just take it baby.” He locked eyes with you. “Feel the way my tongue is touching you in ways that only I can.” He lifted his head and spit on your pussy, making you gasp, your hands hopelessly straining against the restraints. He cursed softly, noticing the way you were weakly fighting against the webs and licked along your slit, making a proper mess between your thighs with the mix of his spit and your wetness. His lips and his chin were soaked and you could see them glistening every time he pulled away from you or moved, only making you needier and wetter.

“Baby, I’m close––” You barely spit out, your voice quiet.

He hummed and sucked on your clit harshly, making you choke on your breath. Just as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge, he let you go with a loud pop of his lips, moving his kisses to your inner thighs. You let out a pained whine and he smirked, his lips still pressed to your thigh as he looked up at you.

“Why?” You asked, your voice breaking.

“Told you I wanted you to cry.” He had the nerve to shrug nonchalantly.

“You’re being mean.” You pouted, but Peter could hear your heartbeat, he could tell how you really felt, and you knew this.

He smirked again. “Don’t sit there and pretend you don’t like it.” He licked up your pussy again. “Looking at and tasting how wet you are, we both know how much you love this.” Before you could come up with a response, he wrapped his lips around you, licking and sucking. You felt sensitive and you were throbbing, aching to cum.

You could feel yourself reaching your peak rather quickly and your eyes fluttered shut, your head falling back as you tried and failed to arch your back under Peter’s hold. Before you could get a glimpse of relief, Peter pulled away from you again and you let out a small cry.

He did this again and again, every time you were about to tip over, he released your clit from his lips and trailed his kisses to your thighs, watching you pant and whine. He’d wait until you calmed down to shift his attention back between your legs.

Every time he edged you it hurt, but it also felt so good. It was thrilling. You were so needy and so desperate, and that was exactly how he wanted you. By the third edge, your eyes were glassy, by the fifth you had tears pooling in your eyes, and by the sixth, they finally rolled down your cheeks. Only then did he let you cum, sitting up on his knees and practically bending you in half as he devoured you, moans and whines falling from your lips.

Your body was trembling the whole time that you came, his mouth still attached to you. You felt relief for a few seconds before you realized he wasn’t stopping and there was no way for you to push him off. If you really did want him to stop, you could just say the safe word, but it felt so overwhelmingly good, part of you wanted it to stop, but part of you wanted him to keep going.

“Pete oh my god!––”

He growled and kept going, shaking his head and humming into you, his tongue dipping in and out of you while he held you up, one arm wrapped over you, while he slipped two fingers into your dripping hole and sucked on your bundle of nerves. Your legs were shaking, your body convulsing as he tortured you. He didn’t stop until you came again and again.

He set you down on the bed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it up, and sucking on his fingers, not wanting to let any of you go to waste. “Taste so fucking good, princess.”

Your body was still going through aftershocks as he looked you up and down. He bent down as if he was going to eat you out again, his eyes on yours, and licked one teasingly slow stripe up your pussy, making you yelp and weakly try to shut your legs. He kissed your clit and up along your stomach, making his way up to your chest, then your lips. You eagerly kissed him back with tongue, tasting yourself as you trembled under him.

He pulled away and smiled down at you, far too innocently, but there was a glint in his eyes. “Never get tired of tasting my pussy.”

You let out a small whimper and your legs unconsciously squeezed around his waist. He brought a hand down to trace your thigh and your ass, his touch making you shiver. He grabbed your thigh and leaned down to kiss you again, your bodies molding together, his cock grinding against your pussy, making you whine into his lips. You were so sensitive, but you still wanted more.

“Gonna let me fuck my pussy baby, hm?”

You nodded. “Please.”

He grabbed his cock with one hand and hissed, pumping himself a few times before swiping it through your wet folds and sliding in. He bottomed out immediately, letting out a string of broken groans as you moaned.

“Feels so fucking tight.” His head fell back for a moment, eyes closing as he let himself just feel you. He thrusted in and out of you and his head fell forward again, focused on where you two were connected. “That’s it. Just like that. Such a perfect pussy. My perfect pussy.”

You mewled and his eyes snapped up to yours. “You like when I talk about my pussy baby?” You nodded and he smiled. “Yeah I know you do. Filthy fucking thing.”

He started thrusting into you at a faster pace, your walls clenching around him, making him let out a few groans and curses. You were both sweaty and needy––Peter’s cheeks were red, his curls falling over his eyes, his arms straining and flexing as he pounded into you. He looked like a god.

Your mouth was open, your eyes basically closing, a sheen layer of sweat on your body making your skin shine. Peter could tell you were getting closer, still sensitive from your orgasms and his teasing, it didn’t take long.

“You wanna cum baby?”

You nodded, panting, “So bad.”

“Such a greedy girl.” He held eye contact with you, thrusting deeply for a few moments before he stopped his hips, making you cry out. “Beg for it.”

You pouted, hands subconsciously trying to reach to hold his cheeks, but unable to due to the webs holding them back, making Peter smile. “Peter please let me cum baby.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

He tilted his head, licking his lips. “I know you can do much better than that, princess.”

Your brows furrowed in frustration. “Please! I need to cum, I’ve been a good girl.” He stared at you, prompting you to keep going. “Wanna cum and I want you to cum inside me too. Know you want to, can feel you throbbing inside me baby. Please?” Your throat was dry, voice practically shot when you finished.

Peter just looked at you for a moment before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting into you at full force, making you scream. He started pounding into you, grunting as your walls pulled him in, coaxing him to fuck you harder.

“This what you wanted?” He grunted out. “Yeah?”

You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as he brought a hand down to rub at your clit, making your legs tense and tremble around him. He didn’t stop until he brought you over the edge, your whole body vibrating, yelps spilling from your lips, your neck tilted back, inviting him to mark it up. He groaned into your skin, licking, biting and sucking at your neck as he came shortly after, filling you up, making you moan.

He stayed there for a bit, soothing you with his kisses, his hands running up and down your side before he sat up.

He pulled out of you and ripped the webs apart, holding your hands and kissing your wrists softly before lying down next to you, cradling you in his chest. You wrapped an arm and a leg around him, sighing contently. You were both panting, trying to catch your breath and settle down.

After a bit, he spoke up. “So...was that good for you?” He asked sheepishly.

You looked up at him, smiling. Same old Peter. “That was amazing Pete.” You leaned up and kissed him softly, the two of you melting into each other for a few moments.

“I’m glad.” He smiled, his hand tracing patterns on your side, the other holding your jaw. “So next time you’re gonna tell me what you need, right?”

You bit your lip, “I don’t know…I kinda wanna see what happens if you find out on your own again.”

His grip tightened around your waist as he shook his head, laughing quietly, “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

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twelfth-harbinger · 3 years

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A/n: Enjoy ^^

Mentions: Zhongli convinced you that breaking a contract has its consequences.

Warnings: Nfsw!! 18+ Use of Shibari, Teasing/Denial, Oral, Edging, Mild Exhibition — Semi Soft Dom Punishments etc. don’t read if that’s not your jive lmao.

The Broken Contract Pt. 2

Soaking inside of the mildly luxurious in-ground bath remedied any and all feelings of stress, doubt and anxiety. It may have been the very perfumes and essential oils you’ve dowsed into the hot water. The most potent and fragrant of them all was that of ‘Fate’s Yearning’. The aroma lingered on your body even as you climbed out of the now lukewarm bath. The temperature had cooled beyond your liking.

Below you, the front door opened. It was an action you did not hear as you sat upstairs in front of your vanity. You now wore a robe, brown silk woven and lustrous in color. It was lined with a rich yellow gold with imprinted obsidian scales as a design around the edges and middle of the silky attire. It was clearly printed and produced by the finest seamstress one could find in Liyue. ‘Twas also made in the honor of Rex Lapis — how could you not purchase it with every intention of luring the said archon to your bedside? You couldn’t, which is why it blessed your very skin as you braided your thick hair back into a French Braid; or at least you tried your very best to. It wasn’t until you heard footsteps and the door to your bedroom sliding open did your gaze shift in the mirror to see Zhongli standing with a bag in his hand. He let it rest on the ground by the door a faint smile crossing his features as he laid eyes on you. The sun set quite some time ago, he was expected to be home around this time. This man was nothing but punctual. He met your gaze in the mirror as he strolled over to you, placing a kiss atop your head. You weren’t smiling albeit you were glad to see him. He glanced up at you in the mirror whilst he leaned down to kiss your head. Eyes glinting a bit playfully, which was simply odd coming from him; especially since he’s so stoic.

“What?” He spoke with a light smile, standing upright to remove his jacket. Still facing the mirror, your eyes narrowed a bit and they shift down to the bag only to stare back up at him. “That? Well, my dear it’s a bag.” He reached out to complete the middle of the braid for you, his hands may have been gloved yet despite that you could feel how gentle and delicate his fingers were moving. Unbeknownst to you, he was admiring your entrancing beauty. Something he hadn’t seen this close in well over a few millennia.

“Is it another book on the meaning of life?” You replied with light banter, standing up to face him with a cross of your arms as he lowered them from your hair. His eyes drifted down your figure quickly before he met your eyes. He noticed the robe but you couldn’t tell if he liked it. It was nearly impossible to get an accurate read on this man. You were kind of dreading your impending punishment. You honestly didn’t think you had it in you to sit down and read for 12 hours straight again. He chuckled, his arms crossing along with yours.

“Of course not, that was a different punishment in its own right. It wouldn’t be just if I repeated the same one.” He made a fair-ish point, alas it only made you wonder what he was going to do. He stepped forward, shortening the gap between you both. “Did you eat anything?” He asked, changing the subject. He completely dodged your comment on the contents of the bag. There was no telling what was inside and getting past him to look inside would not be easy. Looking back, whenever you sparred with him he always found a way to knock you back onto your ass; although, you’ve one upped him a few times which surprised him. He wasn’t holding back either...though, that’s a story for another time.

“Yes, I had Jade Parcels before I took a bath.” Your eyes dart to your left, touching down on the bag. It was from ‘Wanyou Boutique’, you could tell by the decorative floral design on the base corners of the bag. Zhongli’s eyes never left your face as you glanced past him, adoring your natural curiosity. He stepped around you and over to the doorway that lead to the bathroom.

“Good. I’ll be in the bath if you need me but please,” he paused before he turned his back. “Don’t look in the bag. It’ll ruin the surprise.” He vanished behind the closed door of the bath. You stood there, arms hugging your sides in a rather uncomfortable silence. What was he talking about, weren’t you supposed to endure a punishment? Did he have a change of heart somewhere during the midst of his day? No, highly unlikely — you broke a contract. Upon hearing the sound of water rushing and clothes dropping to the floor your head turned in the direction of the bag that sat by the door. Would he notice if you took a quick glance inside? Biting down on your bottom lip you quietly tip toed to the door, crouching down as your hand moved to pull the handle of the bag to the side. “Patience, my dear.” You heard, it was his deep voice that pulled you away from the bag. Zhongli’s arms crossed over his bare chest, a bronze towel clung low around his hips. Your cheeks flushed out of the embarrassment of being caught and seeing your lover nearly nude. He held out a hand, pointing to the bag before he turned his hand upright. As you rose you grabbed the bag, you didn’t dare peek inside to see it’s contents. Zhongli took it from you when you made your way over to him. He did not appear to be upset, in fact he was calm and wore a serene yet clearly blanketed expression on his face. Your brow furrowed as you voiced your confusion.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” You asked, for the first time since his arrival Zhongli’s expression softened even if it were only for a split second. He kept his stern demeanor as he shook his head in reply.

“I can never grow truly livid towards you, that doesn’t mean you don’t upset me or make me irritable. They say the ones you love bring you the most discord.” When his eyes fixed themselves on your face his pupils dilated, he loved you. He reached up, his hand resting on your round cheek. He admitted to loving you without directly saying it, could this man be evermore clever with his wording? You leaned into his touch, destitute for his affection. Again, without commenting on the bag he leaned down to place a kiss atop your head once more. Before you could question him, he disappeared behind the sliding doors of the bathroom. Your cheeks puffed out, you found yourself on the bed on the far side of the room. The large ceiling to floor windows by the bed spanned above the beautiful night view of Liyue Harbor to the left. To the right was the vast open ocean, the docks and market place. The view was breathtaking to say at the very least. You sprawled out onto the bed topped with gold and red fine silk linen. He took his time in the bath, you nearly fell asleep waiting for his return. The door slid open to the bath area and he stepped out with the bag in hand.

As Zhongli stood there, he peered down at you. His eyes were soft and hinted at his intentions quite smugly but you couldn’t seem to understand what he was trying to get at. He was glistening having just exited the bath, the bag he had now sat by the edge of the bed. You stared back at him, your eyes glimmering with desire as you crawled to the edge. You reached out for him and he obliged, stepping forward. Without any hesitation you pulled him down into a kiss, if he couldn’t tell by just looking at you, he could feel how much of an effect he had on you by just being there. Kissing you sent electricity through to the core of his very being. Your lips were plump and intoxicating, your skin smelled simply ethereal. A soft but lingering scent, akin to a mist that captures the last light of dusk. Or at least that what Zhongli believed; as well as what Ying’er told you. If he could kiss you and hold you in his arms for eternity he would. Your hands tangled in his dark hair and your grip idly tightened as you pulled him forward. The light moan that left his lips gave you goosebumps. He hasn’t been this close to you in so long, you almost forgot what his touch even felt like. Your hands slipped down his chest as you proceeded to reach for the towel. Your eyes may have been closed but you felt him smirk against your lips as he stopped your hands. He took hold of your wrists and uttered a simple and light. “No.”

You opened your eyes to see him staring back into yours with a hint of mischief. Which, might I add, it’s been throwing you off since the moment he avoided telling you what your consequences were for breaking the contract. Your brow creased and you moved to kiss him again, this time he pulled away leaving you like a lost puppy. He caught your needy gaze and physically fought the blush that might’ve risen to his cheeks. He crossed his arms over his chest and his brow creased a little as if he caved in to his own desires.

“W-Wha?” You mumbled out, sounding a little hurt for a moment. Zhongli let out a deep breath through his nose to regain his composure. He almost negated an important contract for lust. Although it wouldn’t have been his first and certainly not his last but he vowed to see this through when you so boldly stated you didn’t do anything wrong. Now he was going to make you see that you surely did. Your life meant everything to him, throwing it away so carelessly didn’t sit well with him.

“Don’t you want to see what’s inside of the bag?” He asked, piquing your interest completely. Your eyes drifted down as he bent over to place the bag on the bed. You pulled the sleeve of your robe over your shoulder, Zhongli’s bright eyes noticed your subtle movement. Your curiosity was so beautiful and caused your body language to change even if you didn’t take any heed. You scooted over to the edge of the bed and reached out to touch the bag. Zhongli placed a hand over your own. Grabbing your attention and a slight frown he found quite amusing. “Before you look inside, if you aren’t interested please let me know. I will never do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.” His words only made you want to look inside the bag more but what was the most endearing part of his statement was his concerning gaze and how much love it held within. You swatted his hand away, wanting to see what the contents were. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him genuinely appalled. Your eyes darted to the side as you contemplated for a second. — Were those hand-woven red silk ropes? You looked at Zhongli who waited in slight anticipation for your answer. He was ready for acceptance, denial, judgment you name it. He had lived for three thousand years. There was nothing he hadn’t seen. Or so he thought, you pulled out the rope to check how sturdy it was.

“So...old man Bolai makes things like these? That shady bastard, I knew he wasn’t just sellin-“ Zhongli chuckled his smile always seemed to crack his stone exterior. You glanced over at him as you toyed with the rope between your slim fingers.

“I had them made for your, punishment. That is if you’re willing to go through with it.” your brows raised evermore in curiosity. What was he talking about? It didn’t take very long for it to suddenly click, your cheeks warmed and you stared at him.

“Oh! ...oooh.” You mumbled completely tongue tied. You looked at Zhongli who remained calm. “How did you have them made on such short notice?” You asked, out of everything you could’ve asked him it was that. He stared at you in a bit of awe, unsure of how he could go about answering.

“I erm-“

“Wait! No, Zhongli what punishment? I’m not reading the Laws of Life Vol. 132?” He didn’t laugh, only because he knew you were seriously asking. A faint smile did cross his face through as he reached for the rope. In one swift movement be wrapped it partially around his palm and knuckles then shook his head.

“Of course not, I was thinking of shibari-“ you scoffed, your lips quirking up into a passive smile. Zhongli wasn’t really one to be trifled with but your worries melted away when he said he’d let you off the hook and fuck you instead... That is what he said right? No lol.

“That’s hardly a punishment Zhongli, I accept.” Your abrasive gaze and the challenge turned him on, he shifted a bit on the edge of the bed as a light smile began to surface onto his face.

“Are you sure?” He asked, needing your confirmation.

“Are these good for suspension- hm? Yes Zhongli I am okay with this. Feel free to...” you paused looking him over, your eyes burned his skin like heated rocks in a sauna. He utterly adored the way you looked at him. “To punish me as you see fit.” Your words were all he needed to hear. All he wanted to hear in that moment apart from the whimpers you were soon to make.

“Good.” He moved fully onto the bed crawling over to you like a dragon claiming his loot, the bed shifted under his weight as he cornered you. His hand moved up to the string of your robe. “I don’t think Rex Lapis would mind if I removed this, you wore it well. It’s unneeded now, I think your body should be on display in its stead. I’m positive he would much prefer that.” A light grin spread across his lips as he tugged the string loose, the robe slipped off from hanging onto your shoulders and pooled around you. Zhongli leaned down, his lips grazing your shin as he drank in your very essence. His touch made you shudder, you both reveled in the feeling of his lips moving up to your knee and thigh; your skin was so soft and warm. He kissed in between them before he moved up to your navel. Purposely ignoring your needy core. You writhed upon him stopping over your hardened nipples. Your chest perky as you arched your back into his skilled touch. His lips and nose buried in your neck before he met your eyes again. Your breathing hitched in your throat as he smiled down at you he was so beautiful.

“How shall I showcase you tonight? Hogtied? No...no I’ve more sophistication than that.” His eyes drifted over your nude body and his brows knitted together, like he was really trying to figure it out. He kissed your cheek, and then your lips. You didn’t care in all honesty, as long as he kept close and fed into your touched starved needs. His lips curled into a cheeky smile, something unusual for him but it oddly complimented his features. “I know.” He said sitting back, taking the soft rope in hand as well as one of your legs. His fingers gazed your skin as he bent your leg back against the underside of your thigh. “Frogtie, and then the Box-Tie for your arms. I want you exposed yet restricted; order is needed if your punishment is to be done...just.” He spoke the last word in a bit of a taunt, his eyes glinting playfully once again. Your own widened, you were still going to get punished? Damn. With careful skill and consideration, Zhongli began to wrap the soft rope around your thigh and upper shin as well as your ankles and upper thigh. You watched him whilst laying on your back he caught your gaze on him and smiled your way, it was radiant. Your cheeks felt warm again as he spread your legs and repeated his actions to your other leg.

“I didn’t know you knew how to knot properly much less be into Shibari.” He held out his hand to help you up into a kneeling position on the bed. Your words made him smile as he maneuvered off of the bed to stand, he picked up more rope from the bag as he began to secure your hands behind your back folding them gently before he began the tying and knotting process once more.

“In recent years, it’s been popular in and around all of Liyue. First used to restrain thieves and bandits, it soon rooted itself into sexual culture. It’s even found in some parts of Monstadt.” His voice soothed you, it was soft and inviting and coated in silver. “I read about it in a book and went to an...art gallery.” He went where? To a private showing of Shibari? You turned your head to look at him. Your eyes searching his face for an explanation. “Models volunteered to display themselves in light of making Shibari a renowned art form for those it may interest.” You smiled, your eyes narrowing slightly. Before you could open your mouth to speak he pulled on the rope to tighten it around your upper arm and wrists. A smirk spread across his face as he leaned over your shoulder. “Too tight?” He asked, you shook your head and as you did he pressed a sweet kiss onto your temple. “Good.”

Zhongli sat in front of you, his legs and arms crossed. You, were completely exposed for him to see. Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment as he sat there admiring your form as well as his handy work. He had only seen it preformed it was his first time attempting to knot. “Zhongli a-are you just going to sit there?” Your words pulled him away from his thoughts, your voice was small and shy. It made his brow twitch a bit.

“I could.” He replied, a hand moving under his chin in thought. “After all if I were to touch you, you’d learn nothing.” He shifted on the bed and knelt in front of you. His fingers brushing against your round cheek, the other hand slipped around your waist to pull him into his chest. Your eyes were doughy and vulnerable, Zhongli wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted. “Tell me, sitting here have you thought about the contact at all and your actions?” He leaned down to your ear and kissed you gently, then moved down to trail warm kisses down along your neck. He moved forward to place you onto your back. Your moans were fueling the fire that began to build up inside of him.

“W-what are you talking about?” You mumbled, he halted his movements and you frowned along with him. As he moved back to look into your eyes your entire body tensed, he didn’t look happy. With everything that was happening in this moment it was quite difficult to focus on anything else. Zhongli leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead, your eye closed and you stared up at him.

“What am I going to do with you hm?” He maneuvered behind you, placing you in his lap now. He was already hard, you couldn’t help but want him to remove the towel that was wrapped snug around his hips. The feeling of you writhing in his grasp was enticing enough for Zhongli to move his hand down to your crotch. You were wet, he barely touched you and you were so fucking wet. He slipped his fingers into your heat and your lips parted to let out a moan. His free hand moved up to pinch your nipple, squeezing it between his fingers and tugging lightly. Lips grazed the skin of your neck as he toyed with your body, all you could do was whimper and writhe in his hold; was teasing you relentlessly. His fingers were magic and the slight pain from your stimulated nipples drove you crazy. You lost count at how many time you’ve cried out his name. You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, being played with was overwhelming because he did very little to give you release. He chuckled, you heard it despite being absorbed in your own pleasure.

“You broke our contract and yet all I wish to do is please you. So much that you’ll beg me to stop but...” He removed his fingers from your heat, they were coated with your sweet glacé. Without any hesitation he pushed them past your lips and into your mouth. Your moan muffled as you sucked on his fingers, he watched your tongue dance around them as he pulled you further back into his chest; his free hand snaked up from your chest to wrap around your neck- he did not squeeze. You were now sitting directly on his bulge. Saying he was as hard as a rock is an understatement and a pun he probably wouldn’t find too amusing given his status as an ex-archon. “First, you’re going to sit here and think.” You turned your head as much as you could to look back him, confusion written all over your face once again. He chuckled and lowered his hands from your body he gripped the ropes that were securing your arms. Then pushed you forward and face down into the soft mattress of the bed.

“Zhongli, please...I’m sorry.” You whimpered out, already at your limit there was no way you were going be thinking straight like this. He didn’t do anything yet and you were giving in? He smiled, it was soft and held the patience of a saint.

“Are you now?” He knelt behind you, his hands on your upper waist now. He leaned over to pepper kisses along your lower back and ass before he dug his face inside. His tongue slipped down to your aching hole teasing you before he pushed past your soaking folds. You cried into the mattress upon the feeling of his hot mouth on your core. Your body began to tremble as he had his way with you, he teased you relentlessly sucking on your bundle of nerves as he plunged his thumb inside your aching core. You were so close to coming undone with just that, he pulled away slowly. Albeit only to flip you over onto your back. Your breathing had run ragged your chest squeezing together from the ropes and your eyes half lidded. You were a beautiful sight to behold when you were in heat. Zhongli’s hands moved up your waist and stomach before his right hand wrapped around your neck again, he pulled you down onto his clothed and hardened member with a smile. He liked having you sit there; still, unmoving and obedient. You were in order and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Do you want it?” He asked, his deep voice made your entire body jolt in ecstasy such simple words coming from this former god of a man. You nodded and his brow raised indicating he wanted you to use your voice.

“Yes.” You nod again, and squirm a bit underneath him. His gaze was so gentle, his touch was too it left your body starving. For even such a subtle brush of his fingers shot flames through your entire being. He didn’t budge which ushered a light whimper and a “Please..” To run past your sweet lips his own lips curled into a smile.

“You do not deserve it.” He stated, his smile faltering slightly to a more serious expression. “Do you know why?” He asked, his eyes narrowed a bit as he studied your pained face and your lips. Your body was crying out to his, he could feel it. He was unsure of how much longer he could hold on to his sanity.

“I..I thought I could do it.” You mumbled, Zhongli’s eyes shifted up to meet your gaze, upon noticing the tears forming he removed his hand and let it rest on your waist. He was a bit worried that he went too far. “I was so adamant on completing the commission and fighting those thieves that I didn’t consider anything. Not you, not the contract, my life...will you forgive me. Please.” Zhongli made an audible noise of defeat, he folded quicker than you did. His arms shifted up to wrap around you, you nestled your head into his chest as he hugged you.

“I’ve already forgiven you, you needn’t worry about that. Don’t cry.” He mumbled into your hair and closed his eyes as he rested his chin and nose atop your head. You were the only thing that could cause him any real harm emotionally, he worried about you so much that he lost sleep. If you could wrap your arms around him you would even so, as you moved back to look up at him with a smile he smiled with you. “Do you still wish to continue?” He asked, your comfort was his comfort in all honesty. You did your best to seal your lips with his, he helped and leaned down to kiss you. Pulling you closer than you thought possible. His hands rested in your braided hair as you tilted you head to deepen the kiss. He sat you back onto the bed he pulled back, his hand resting on your cheek. “I lov-“

“Are you going to keep teasing me?” You asked, cutting him off, a soft pout forming on your lips; Zhongli glanced down at them and then up to meet your eyes. He chuckled and let his hands lower to slip around your waist.

“I may, I enjoy the way you writhe in need underneath me. Your whimpers and the way my name sits upon on your tongue is a symphony I do not wish to end.” He pecked your cheek quickly and your face flushed. “At least not so soon, so please. Allow me to enjoy it a little longer.” He quite literally pushed you back onto the bed, with your legs spread automatically from the frog-tie he simply lowered himself in between your thighs. He wasted no time in licking the entrance to your heat, the surprised squeal you let run past your lips urged him to loop his arms around your thighs. He wanted to completely lose himself in your body. A muffled groan rattled through his chest, if you were sitting upright you’d be sitting on his face. He pushed his tongue past your sugar coated folds and curled upwards. Your back arched off the bed and you whimpered out, you were close again, this time closer than ever before.

“Z-Zhongli I-“ You began with labored breathing, you paused upon seeing Zhongli’s eyes peering up at you from below. They glowed ominously, his eyes ensnared you the moment you looked into them; they made your body heat up and tingle. You bit down on your bottom lip as Zhongli’s hands slid along the length of your thighs. His eyes closed patiently upon him doing so, you exhaled and melted into the plush mattress beneath you. Your moan made him twitch, the way you tried to squeeze your legs together at the height of your release but to no avail inevitably made him pull back. You were finally ready for him.

“My darling.” Zhongli pulled you against his chest once again. His stiff member imprinted on the bronze towel he wore whilst it continued slipping further and further down his hips. “How shall I take you tonight?” Your cheeks and body burned as he nestled his face in the crook of your neck and his hands moved up to squeeze your sides as he awaited your answer. He toyed with your body as you caught your breath. His eyes opened to see the window that sat adjacent to the right side of the bed. He trailed kisses up to your ear and whispered low. “My love, shall I put you on display for all of Liyue Harbor to see?” You didn’t answer him in time so, he took it upon himself to figure it out. You could feel this teeth tugging at the lobe to your ear, it made you shiver. Your eyes drifted to the left to half see his face before they drifted over to the window. They instantly widened as he slipped his arm around your waist only to push you up against the window where the side of the bed sat up against. Your chest and nipples pressed against the cold glass and your gasped out. Your body was hot, the sudden chill of the window made you ache with a newfound need for pleasure and release.

“Zhongli- people will see! I-I...” Your eyes fluttered and your lips parted into a moan, the head of his thick member prodded your entrance the moment you began speaking. Teasing you with the feeling of being full. Your hips bucked against the window and his member and he chuckled.

“A fitting punishment then.” You didn’t protest, not that you could as he slipped himself inside; past your slick folds and into the deepest depths of your aching core. He stretched you out in a way that sent fire coursing through your veins and directly to your heat. Your moan was loud, it echoed through the room and rang through his ears. With his arm wrapped around your waist he pulled back to let it rest on the curve of your hip. He smiled happily as he kissed the back of your neck. “Good, you take me well.” He said, as he got comfortable, pushing his hips forward. In doing that, it only made your body press further up against the glass and your insides contract against him.

“Z-Zhongli..” You whimpered out, your cheek smushed on the glass as you watched people walk by. It may have been a bit late in the evening but Liyue Harbor was still bustling even past sundown. Zhongli squeezed your hips and leaned forward to look over your shoulder, only his eyes could be seen in your peripheral. He kissed your shoulder gently and remained still. Despite the way your ass rocked back against him, you knew he wasn’t going to move without your asking. “P-please, please don’t tease me anymore.. I can’t take it.” Your pleas were cute but he was still unmoving.

“I told you earlier you do not deserve it. I may have forgiven you but, that doesn’t mean I’m not upset. Now, if you want pleasure seek it out yourself.” The last sentence made your cheeks warm up again, and a strained groan move past your lips. You thought he’d be the one wrapped around your finger tonight. Yet here you were on a showcase for Liyue Harbor to see, your arms and legs comfortably bound to one another as you sat on his hard cock. Feeling him throb inside of you as you tightened around him. All of these sensations were overwhelming but still you ached for a climax and did not care who witnessed.

You squirmed on him as you began rocking your hips faster, he held you in place as you tried your best to get off on just a full feeling alone. Trying to stimulate your inner spots the best you could in your position. Zhongli watched your body work and you slip into a pool of pleasure and lust as you rode his member; using the window to support yourself as well as leaning into his strong hands. Your moans were exquisite and your closed eye expression made his eyes grow a bit wide. You were so beautiful, he may have been having fun ordering you around but he wanted your face twisted in pleasure as he fucked you raw against that window. Before he proceeded to give in to his urges you started to shudder and a soft moan moved past your lips. You were coming undone in a low voltage release. Still pleasurable but not enough to satiate you. Zhongli let out a light and silent half pleased groan and pressed his head onto your shoulder. Your whimpers and pants were enough for him to give in.

With Zhongli’s other hand — the one that wasn’t resting on your hip, snaked it’s way up your neck and to your lips, his fingers slipping back into your mouth. Finally, he pulled back his hips so just the tip poked at your entrance. It left you feeling empty, you whined in need and before you could beg him he slammed himself back inside with a deep groan stemming from his chest. You moaned out and pressed your forehead against the glass. You knew someone was watching from down below. The excitement of being seen skyrocketed your pleasure and you came down onto him in a slight bounce as soon as he thrusted up. His fingers moved from your mouth and to your hair, running through your locks from the back of your head to the side as he tilted your head back so his lips pressed against your ear.

“I adore the way your body submits to mine, I will treasure it for this night and all to come.” A deep chuckle echoed in your ear, “As will those men and women down there.” He pulled back and let go, both of his hands holding onto your waist now for a steady hold. Your eyes drifted along the streets of Liyue Harbor to see what he was talking about. In the corner by the docks, a group of men caught wind of the show and a short ways away from them by several food stands was a group of women and a few more men who did as well. Your eyes closed as your body jerked upwards against the glass. The rhythm he had accustomed to was that of power and pure skill. He angled you in a way he found your body reacted well to his thrusts. Your vision had become hazy and you slipped away into lust. Being rutted into the way that he did and at the pace and force of what you expect only someone who was once godly would be able to do — albeit in your mind he was still a god. Your body began to heat up again, just like a furnace that was to blow.

“D-Damn it, I’m gonna— I’ll cu-“ Zhongli slowed before you could cum. Which caused your body to relax and tense at the same time. The disappointed whine that left your lips was short lived. He pulled you away from the window only to lay you flat onto the bed and onto your back. He looked down at your body and then to your flushed face.

“I believe I’ve let you climax a few times without my observation gaze upon your face. This last one will be something that I see in full.” He pulled you down onto his thick shaft, bottoming out completely. If that wasn’t enough to make your body burn again he picked up his pace this time with deep and elongated strokes that simply drove you up the fucking wall. The build up was a bit slow in attempts to drag out your orgasm and tire you out. It was working, you wasn’t sure when it began but it did. Zhongli groaned as you constricted around him tighter than ever before. The continuous intense contractions were blinding and your breathless moans filled the entire atmosphere of the room. In the midst of your orgasm you felt a deep warmth pool into and fill the depths of your core. He groaned in your ear knowing how much you loved to hear his voice. Be it deep and melodic that it was his groans and moans were like none other you’ve heard before and it heightened every aspect of the experience climaxing together. He pressed his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose poking at yours. He looked into your eyes and you pouted at him, your ven as he reached down to tug on the rope around your legs and thighs. It loosened with a few pulls before your legs were free. He moved off of you, laying back on the bed at your straddled home freely. With one more pull the ropes around your arms were undone and you were free to move again.

“Are you still upset with me?” You asked curiously, Zhongli’s gaze pulled away from between your thighs the sight of his seed gliding down your inner thighs was a bit distracting and arousing. He met your eyes though, and a light smile spread across his lips.

“Should I be? Did you not learn anything tonight? If you take anything away from this. It is that I love you and will make it known to others if the need arise.” Your eyes rolled a bit, you made a mental note not to show your face around that part of Liyue Harbor for a while. Your arms folded over your chest and you glared down at him playfully.

“I did, I’ll be more careful next time.” He knew he couldn’t stop your form adventuring, as long as you remained aware of how much your life meant to him he would have peace of mind. He reached up to cup your cheek with his hand, you leaned into his palm and laid on top of him with closed eyes. “I love you Zhongli, I...won’t scare you like that again.” You mumbled into his neck, drifting off into a well deserved sleep. Zhongli laid with you in his arms as he pondered about many things, you being the subject of every one of them.

Bonus

A day or so went by, you were on a nightly stroll with Zhongli on your arm. Seeing as you were dragging him around all of Liyue for food, you found yourself under the docks and strolling past Bolai! You turned your head to look out at the water, Zhongli looked down at you with an amused smile.

“My dear is there something out on the water?” He teased lightly, you pouted your lips and turned your head again.

“Shh!” You hushed him trying to walk by without being seen. If only it had worked, Bolai closed a deal with another customer before he caught sight of you two. He waved you over with a welcoming smile. Given you couldn’t control Zhongli’s stride you were dragged over.

“Ah, Mr.Zhongli from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, I didn’t get a chance to get a review from you since our last transaction. I hope that all was well with your order...” Bolai trailed off when he noticed you glaring at him from halfway behind Zhongli. The said Archon smiled and nodded.

“It served its purpose quite well and will continue to do for some time. I thank you for taking the request on such short notice. I will be sure to have something issued with more leeway if the need ever arise.” Zhongli and Bolai talked business like it was something casual that he wanted arranged. Bolai waved passively and smiled at him.

“No no, it was no trouble at all. In fact I will have something ready for you within the next day if you ask. We have a wide array of colors for your choosing.” You perked up at the sound of that, Zhongli looked down at you and arched a brow. Your cheeks puffed out and you looked away from him and Bolai in silence trying to act like it didn’t interest you in the slightest. He chuckled and turned to look over him.

“I will be sure to discuss it with my partner, thanks again.” With a nod of his head Zhongli took his leave with you trailing behind him. You looked at Bolai with narrowed eyes before waking off completely.

“I knew you were a shady bastard.” Bolai chuckled as customers came up to him he placed his hands together and greeted them like you weren’t standing there.

“I’ve no idea what you mean now scram — Ah! Welcome, is there anything I can do for you this fine evening!” You were pulled away by Zhongli before you could ruin his business transactions, he wore a smile on his face as he walked up the incline with you to the streets of Liyue harbor.

“I must say, you looked intrigued by the assortment of colors. Do tell if you have any in mind, though you’d look breathtaking in anything.” He smiled your way and your cheeks burned with a mild embarrassment. It would seem Shibari would be incorporated in your sex lives often and in a plethora of colors at that. You couldn’t wait to see what the future of love, lust and pleasure held with Zhongli at your side.

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kkusuka · 3 years

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hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞

i can actually, that’s the fun part.

(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!)

I deadass just took this and ran with it oml.

All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading

Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.

4/25

You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass.

No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know.

Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do.

So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests.

But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds?

Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you’d like to admit.

Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm

Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm

And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4.

You could deal with that.

Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far-

“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?”

He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school.

He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself.

He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations.

It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind.

In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver.

Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day.

He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a

HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!

To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul.

He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk.

“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.”

It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still,

“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?”

“Sounds great”

“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?”

You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core.

“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum”

“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.”

Bokuto.

You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips.

You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place.

How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right.

“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please”

Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated.

Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits.

Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.

“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!”

You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips.

As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal.

Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes.

“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table.

You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you.

“I think you can fit two, right?” and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh.

You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise, following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.

The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment.

“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass.

“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm.

“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”

As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy.

Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited. Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches.

If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table.

At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq #hq smut #hq x reader #my brain went brrrrrrr #this is kinda all over the place #kinda bad but whatever

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kpoptwitches · 3 years

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Mafia!BTS Headcannons: Punishing Their S/O [18+]

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: 18+ content, orgasm denial, overstimulation, possessive/toxic themes, strong language, darker/aggressive themes

Kim Seokjin:

Spanking is a no for him

He’d rather cause you pleasure, not pain

His punishments would last a lot longer than the other members

Maybe even days

He’s favourite way to punish you is to make you a needy mess, then abruptly stop

He would finger you under the table during a meeting, get you so close to an orgasm, but then stop all his movements

He’ll leave you hot n’ bothered after a steamy make out session

Cover your neck in hickies while his hands roam around your body

Only to leave things there, never going further

He wants you to come crawling to him, apologizing for your appalling behaviour

If he’s happy with your apology, he’ll gladly fulfil your needs

If he’s not, the torment will continue until he’s satisfied

“What’s that? Apologizing already? You must be so needy .. I hope you learned your lesson this time. I might not be so gracious if this happens again.”

Min Yoongi

This man would be ruthless if he decided you needed to be punished

He wouldn’t say anything at all. He would just wait till your home before he’s slam you against the wall, kissing you roughly

Handcuffs, belt, rope

He will use anything in reach to tie you up

You’re not allowed to touch him

You’re not allowed to move

ORGASM DENIAL

Yoongi would edge you for hours

He wants you to scream his name

He wants you to be dripping and begging for his forgiveness

If he decides you’ve done an efficient enough job at what he wants from you, he would fuck you hard and rough, until your both a sweaty mess

Hickies

Love bites

Bruises

He wants you covered in his marks

That way you and everyone around you will know about your stupid decisions

“Scream for me, baby.”

“How badly do you want to cum, hm? Just as bad as I want you to stop disobeying?”

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok see’s you as his angel who can do nothing wrong

So if you do something bad

Oh boy

I feel like he’d be similar to Jin, not wanting to cause you physical pain

He loves to send you over the edge with pleasure, so he’d use it to his advantage in these situations

Overstimulation and multiple orgasms would be his favourite way to make you learn your lesson

He wants you shaking

You wants you crying for his forgiveness

He won’t stop until he knows you’re sorry

He would most likely tie you up with his belt

Hands behind your back

You’re not allowed to touch him

You’re not allowed to move freely

MARKING

He’d definitely be the person to make fun designs on your delicate skin with his hickies

If he’s going to mark you, he’s going to personalize it

Maybe a heart placed on the side of your neck, so it’s a lasting reminder about how much he loves you

Or if you angered him enough, he’d make a collar out of hickies and love bites, so you and everyone around you will know who you belong to

His favourite position would be you riding him

Hands tied behind your back with his belt or tie

He loves watching you squirm on top of him as he grips your hips and pounds into you

He loves hearing your whines as your third orgasm quickly approaches

“Aw, you’re going to cum again, baby, so soon? You must be enjoying this..”

This position gives him the best view of his handy work

He’d make you cum around his dick so many times that you’d be begging him to let you rest

“Rest? Oh no, baby. I don’t believe you’re sorry enough for me to let you rest.”

Kim Namjoon

I feel he’d punish you with a mix of overstimulation and edging

He’d start with edging you, till your knees begin to buckle and you’re a whining mess

You’d have to beg him to finally let you cum, apologizing profoundly for your earlier actions

But of course, actions have consequences

He’d fuck you continuously once he felt you learned your lesson

He’d make your body quake with an orgasm over and over again

You begged to cum

All he’s doing is so so kindly fulfilling your wish

He likes to bend you over things

Tables

His desk

Anything so you can’t run from the punishment you’re about to receive

He wants you to regret your decisions

After all, he doesn’t want you disobeying him again

He knows he punished you right when you struggle to walk the next day

“Hm? You’re sorry and you really want to cum? Fine, but remember, you asked for it.”

Park Jimin

He would he the opposite of Yoongi

You wanted to piss him off?

Be prepared for hours of overstimulation

He’d make you cum over and over again until you’re begging him to stop

Toys

Eating you out

Fucking you raw

Anything to overstimulate you

He’d have a wide range of toys to use just for when you decide you want to act up

He wants you crying, pleading for his forgiveness

Blindfolds and ties

He wants you completely at his mercy, unable to see, unable to move

Spanking would be an occasional thing, he would only do it when extremely annoyed

If you were to push him over the edge, then he’d make you say ‘thank you’ after every single slap

If you don’t, or if you forget to, his slaps would become harder

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, sweetheart. Maybe you will after a few more rounds.”

Kim Taehyung

If this man was to punish you, he’d want to embarrass you just like you embarrassed him

So Taehyung would probably fuck you someplace public

Maybe in a bedroom where the walls are thin so everyone could hear you scream

At home, maybe in front of a window so anyone could see how bad you’ve been

What’s more embarrassing then everyone knowing you’re a dirty little slut?

He’d make you scream his name

He wants everyone within miles to know who’s fucking you like this

That only he can fuck you like this

He’d be into spanking, but only if you were in doggy position

It makes you so vulnerable and he can pound you at the same time

Your wrists, hips, thighs

They’d all be covered in a series of bruises the next day

He’d only be happy once your throat became raw from screaming in ecstasy

“Look at the mess you are, my little slut. So, do you think you’ve learned or lesson?”

Jeon Jungkook

SPANKING

His favourite punishment would be to bend you over his knee and slap your ass until he‘a satisfied with your apology

He’d make you count every single slap

Every. Single. One.

If you miscounted or forgot your place, he’s start back over at 1

He prefers using his hands, but if you really pissed him off, he’d switch to his belt

He wants to make sure you’ve learned your lesson

And what better way than to make sure you can’t sit down for a week?

He’d be another one to cover you with his marks

Hickies all along your thighs would be his favourite

He’d fuck you senseless

Doggy style would be his favourite position in times like these

Your face pushed down into the mattress, hands held behind your back, ass in the air displaying his red hand prints

“You look so beautiful like this, babygirl. Scream out. Let me hear how sorry you really are.”

|| This turned out a bit more aggressive than I thought🤭, but it’s the first 18+ thing I’ve written on Tumblr, so I hope you enjoyed! Constructive feedback is always welcome!🌻 ||

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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👀 Dabi gives out daddy vibes so does Overhaul i

Dom!Overhaul, Aizawa, and Dabi x f!Reader headcanons (18+)

Highkey yeah? But at the same time I feel like Dabi and Overhaul have different flavors of caregiver Dom. Dabi’s got the classic daddy issues kink, but I think with Overhaul it would be a little more…clinical. You know what, I’m going to throw in Aizawa for good measure.

Warnings: medical/doctor kink, teacher kink, daddy kink, soft & hard dom/sub, overstimulation, orgasm denial, impact play, yandere, this is long af lol

Overhaul—medical kink ♢♢♢

Overhaul is paranoid about getting sick and disgusted by germs, plus he likes doing experiments. Surprise, surprise, he’s got a big fat doctor kink!

You’re the only one who doesn’t give him hives. That makes you special. So naturally he has to do some…examinations to find out why you’re so special

After a little while he starts to think about how cute you look in a hospital gown, on an exam table. So open and ready and willing to listen to whatever he says. You trust him so much

And Overhaul has 0 reservations about taking advantage of that trust

You catch on when he starts doing lewd things as part of his “examination”. Teasing your nipples to “check sensitivity”, telling you to take off the gown so he can inspect you more closely, stroking your pussy and smearing your juices over his latex gloves. He’s not subtle

He tells you about how doctors in the olden days used to treat female hysteria patients with orgasms, then picks you up off the exam table and gives you a live-action demonstration

Something about how clean and pure you are combined with that sanitized lab smell really gets him going

Sex aside, Overhaul really cares about your health. Like really. To a degree that could be called obsessive

Every day, twice a day, he makes you take your vitamins in front of him. Then he’ll make you open your mouth and show him that you swallowed (which usually leads to you swallowing…other things)

Does your blood work every 2 weeks to make sure you’re healthy

If you like going out and drinking/doing drugs/hooking up with people, he’ll put an end to that. No way is he going to risk you coming into contact with possible contaminants, unless they’re him

Overhaul isn’t sure if he wants to keep you clean or make you dirty ♢

Aizawa—teacher kink ☆☆☆

It’s not that literal. You can try to surprise him by coming to bed in a UA uniform thinking it’s going to spice things up, and he’ll just look at you blankly like do you really think I want to fuck one of my students and you’ll feel like an idiot

On the other hand, Aizawa’s a teacher. He can’t help being a teacher. So if there’s anything you aren’t super experienced at, you can bet that you’re going to get some gentle instruction

“Yes…yes, just like that, a little slower, yes, you’re doing so good, move your hips a little more, ahhh…yeah, back and forth a bit…touch yourself…I want to see you cum.”

The first time he tells you to masturbate in front of him, you’re hesitant because you’re embarrassed—only Aizawa thinks it’s because you don’t know how, and who better than him to teach you?

So now you’re in his lap with his hand covering yours, reaching down to tease your sopping wet pussy with his fingers, so much bigger and rougher and thicker than what you’re used to

He’ll narrate what he’s doing while he fingers you, and it’s so embarrassing that you’re glad he can’t see you blushing, not that he can’t feel you getting wetter

If you ease him into the teacher/student roleplay he’ll end up getting really into it

“Teach me how to suck your cock, sir” tends to get good results

Aizawa’s pretty lazy in bed, so you’re usually on top. But if you call him “sensei” while you’re riding him, he’ll get really intense and flip you over and rail you so hard the neighbors will complain

You’re just so eager to learn, and so cute when you ask for instructions—he can’t help teaching you

Aizawa gives out kisses like gold stars ☆

Dabi—daddy kink ♡♡♡

Ah, the classic.

“Call me Daddy. Call me Daddy, or you don’t get to cum. Only good girls get to cum.”

Makes you beg whenever you want something, and not just when you’re in bed

Need help reaching a book on the top shelf? Say please! Say please, Daddy! If you say it, he’ll get your book—but not before he fucks you over the table

You think it’s kinda weird. Daddy? Dabi’s so savage that your hickeys & bruises don’t even have time to heal before he gives you new ones, and he wants you to call him daddy? The guy doesn’t have a caring bone in his body—at least, as far as you know

But there’s a lot you don’t know

Dabi wants to know everything about you. If you’re not immediately and frequently willing to tell him what you’re thinking, he’ll think you’re trying to hide something. It drives him crazy that there are parts of you that don’t belong to him

He wants the two of you to be confidants; he wants to be the only one who really knows you and the only one you trust

Thinks of you as his helpless little girl—you’re so weak and pathetic it’s adorable. But if anything or anyone tries to hurt you, it’s going to be ashes real quick

Needs you to show affection 24/7—if you’re watching a movie you should be sitting in his lap and playing with his hair and if he’s fucking you, you better not close your eyes or look away from him, even for a second

Overstimulates you until you say I love you

Because of all the shit in his past Dabi has a hard time believing you when you tell him your feelings so you should get used to repeating yourself ♡

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shig-a-shig-ah · 3 years

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GOOD CLEAN FUN

» pairing: chisaki kai x fem!reader

» cw: noncon, somnophilia, oral sex, medical kink, needles (brief mention) 18+, minors DNI.

» a/n: Quirkless AU! This was written for the BNHA Degeneracy 9 to 5 Server collab.

» wc: 5k

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Dentistry is a disgusting profession. It makes Chisaki's skin crawl, the poor care people take of themselves, and he frequently regrets being pushed into this family business of staring down filthy gullets all day, though he takes sadistic pleasure in refusing to be gentle with the worst of his patients. Why should he be, when they obviously have such disregard for their own health and hygiene? No, in those cases he takes great satisfaction in ripping the rot out by the root with nothing but pliers and his own brute strength.

Some days, though...some days there are patients like you, who make it all worth while. Patients who are clean.

You make yourself such an easy mark too, though Kai had expected as much after Kurono so slyly told him that he'd probably want to take care of the new patient in room two personally. Hari wasn't wrong; you're trembling when Kai enters the exam room, staring wide-eyed at the tray of neatly-arranged stainless steel instruments next to the chair in which you're reclining, fingertips gripping at the armrests. You're chewing at your lip too, as though your nerves weren't already apparent enough, those perfectly white, straight teeth digging into your plump lower lip in a way that's practically obscene. Even without a closer look Chisaki can tell what good care you take of that cute little mouth, and it's enough to send his cock twitching.

He takes a seat on the stool next to you as he introduces himself, careful to keep the excitement from his voice and to squint his eyes just right so that you'll know he's smiling even behind the surgical mask he wears, the one that both protects him from those much filthier than you and keeps you from seeing just how cold that grin really is. Your own smile is much more obviously forced, but he likes that you try - it's endearing that you're working hard to be brave even when you look close to tears with anxiety. Of course, he also likes that you're scared, likes that extra little bit of power over you, and that it will make all the easier for him to take advantage, because he's already decided he has to have you.

It's impossible for you to remember how or why this dentophobia started. You can only remember being dragged kicking and screaming to the dentist as a young child, your mother scolding you for refusing to behave. As you got older you managed a little more self-control, but while you can force yourself into the chair, you can do nothing to stop the way you shake and your heart races. It's only made worse by the obvious annoyance you face when practitioners have to deal with you; you know they think you're stupid or immature for this reaction you can't control.

The man before you, however, is smiling sympathetically, gold-flecked eyes crinkling with concern in a way you appreciate. He's handsome even with half his face covered, all bright eyes and perfect dark hair, and your cheeks heat up when he asks if you're nervous. You force out a meek nod, and he chuckles softly.

"No need to be self-conscious. It's a common fear," he says. "But we do offer sedation, if that's something you're interested in. It can help with the nerves."

Your brow furrows slightly. It's not an option you've been offered before, hadn't even realized it was a possibility. "Sedation? Like, put me under?"

"No," he says, chuckling softly again as he turns to the monitor by the chair and starts scrolling through what you assume is your file. "Nothing as severe as that, at least not for a routine cleaning. Just a little nitrous oxide to help take the edge off."

That you have heard of, but always thought it was only used for more intense procedures. "That's laughing gas, right?"

"That's the colloquial name for it, yes. It'll numb you some and help you relax. Although it might make you a little giggly, as the name implies. Some of my patients even enjoy it." Your face heats up again when his intense gaze lingers on you, not just with embarrassment this time, and a small titter escapes you.

Chisaki can't believe his luck with you, if he's being honest. You're exactly his type, and as he expected your dental records are flawless - never so much as a cavity. He's confident too that you'll accept what he's offering with as anxious as you are, and your reaction to his presence. He's not surprised by that; Kai knows the effect he has on people when he tries. Probably he doesn't even need to go through the great lengths he does to get people like you into a compromising position, but he enjoys the process. It's easier this way, with access to medical records so he knows what he's touching, and an army of sedatives to ensure he's perfectly in control of these encounters.

You only deliberate for a moment before nodding and giving him the answer he knew you would. "Okay, I guess I can try it."

The smile he gives you this time is actually genuine as excitement blooms in his gut. "I think you'll find it really helps," he says, daring to rest one hand on your forearm briefly. Even through the thin latex of his gloves, he can feel that your skin is soft, and he feels another pang of anticipation. Then he stands up. "I have to supervise the sedation, so I'll take care of your cleaning and exam personally. I'll be right back and then we can get started."

Your chest is still tight with anxiety as he situates you, arranging a strange mask over your nostrils and instructing you to breath deeply through your nose, but once you catch the scent of that slightly sweet gas being pumped into your lungs, the effects are almost immediate. The tension in your chest abates, your whole body going light and tingly, and suddenly you can't remember what you were ever so afraid of. When Chisaki tells you to open wide, you don't even hesitate, doing so immediately and sticking your tongue out slightly, making an exaggerated 'ahhhhh' sound and then giggling a little, though you couldn't say why.

"I can see it's working already," Chisaki says. He's unable to keep the breathiness out of his tone this time, but he trusts you're too distracted to notice. The way you'd opened so obediently, and the sight of your little pink tongue poking out lewdly has his cock hardening already, and he's only barely begun. He can't stop himself from reaching out, pushing that wet muscle back into your mouth with one finger, letting it linger on your tongue a moment longer than necessary to feel the heat of it before pulling away, but you only giggle at the slightly inappropriate act.

Despite his straining erection begging for relief, Chisaki still has a job to do, and he works with well-practiced efficiency as he goes through the process of cleaning your teeth. The anticipation is as much a part of this as anything else, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the buildup. He's not a masochist by any means, but these little self-denials are gratifying, only serve to make the end result that much sweeter. Still, he can't help but find himself occasionally distracted by the way you laugh every time he gives you an instruction to open wider, or tilt your head, noticing the way your chest bounces slightly beneath your tight top, and how you lie with your legs slightly spread, so inviting.

Normally he waits until he can render patients like you truly helpless before he touches them, recommending elaborate procedures that they don't realize are entirely unnecessary, but then again most patients don't request or accept sedation for such routine procedures as this. He reaches over to the tank of nitrous oxide, increasing the dose slightly and watching as you slump a little more in the chair, and then he reaches out to trail one gloved hand up your thigh and over your clothed center.

You've barely felt anything this whole time, aware of him working at your teeth but not really registering it, too overwhelmed by the way your whole body feels pleasantly tingly and numb, and it's only after he's ceased fussing over your mouth that you start to notice another sensation, a building tension between your thighs that makes you squirm, a small whine escaping you. Your eyes, closed to defend against the bright overhead light, flutter open, but you can't see him hovering over you anymore.

"We're almost finished," Chisaki says calmly when you whimper again as that slight pressure continues to build. "I just need to enter some notes in your file, and then finish the actual exam."

From out of your line of sight he can see the way you're frowning, your cheeks puffing up slightly with discomfort and arousal, obviously confused. He presses his fingers more firmly against your clothed cunt, palming himself through his pants with his other hand. It's bolder than he'd usually be, but for once he's struggling with restraint, just can't bring himself to wait until he's found some excuse to render you more wholly unconscious in his chair.

"I just...I feel a little funny," you whimper, and then giggle again.

"That's normal," he says, continuing to massage your sex, noticing the way your hips twitch when he strokes over just the right spot. "Some people feel numbness, or a little pressure. As long as nothing hurts, there's nothing to worry about."

You nod, letting your eyes fall closed again. You can't quite help your thighs from twitching; it's a strange feeling, the knot tightening deep in your stomach even as you feel so numb and tingly, and when it intensifies further you feel a stab of shame as you realize exactly what's happening, that you're going to cum even as you try to hold yourself back.

Kai knows it's risky, that all you'd have to do is turn your head and open your eyes to see his straining arousal, but he can't stop himself from working his pants open as quietly as possible and stroking himself properly as he watches the struggle on your face, the way you bite at your lip and obviously try to ignore the sensation, apparently ready to believe this is some spontaneous reaction to your drugged-up state and not his fingers working over you.

Despite the fact that you try to resist the sensation, the tingling in your body intensifies around your clit until your legs are shaking, the walls of your cunt fluttering around nothing and a mortifying whine escaping you. Through your giddiness, however, the humiliation is short-lived, nearly forgotten the moment you find yourself giggling at your own orgasm.

The sight of you quivering as you cum, entirely unaware of his hands on you, only further erodes Kai's patience. "I just need to take one last quick look," he says, and then without waiting for your response he's releasing his cock momentarily, using gloved fingers from both hands to pry your mouth wide again. You squirm slightly when he forces those fingers deep in your mouth, but he removes one hand just as quickly, returning those spit-soaked fingers to his throbbing shaft and fisting himself more urgently. If you can hear the faint wet sounds the action brings, he trusts that you won't question them.

Fuck, and he's close already, the sight of your pink tongue lolling against his fingers only sending the coil in his gut tightening further, and he shoves his fingers a little deeper towards the back of your throat, feeling the muscles there spasm as you gag at the invasion.

"I'm sorry if this is a bit unpleasant," he says shortly, too caught up in the way you look with his fingers probing your mouth to maintain that congenial tone. Even through the gloves he can feel the heat and wetness of your mouth, and it sends shivers down his spine. "This should only take a minute. You have a small mouth - it's difficult to see with your tongue in the way."

He presses his fingers further, not sure why he's explaining himself when you're so obviously unbothered. You're only nodding, spit running down the side of your chin as you salivate around his fingers. On most anyone else he would find the sight nauseating, but seeing your innocent face so debased only spurs him closer to his release. He squeezes his length more tightly, letting the spit-slicked palm of his gloved hand rub over his tip with every stroke, the fingers of his other hand continuing to invade his throat while you simply lay there and take it, and when you finally let out a moan of real distress at the feel of his fingers in the back of your throat, it's enough to send him over the edge, his cock spasming and hot spurts of cum shooting into his gloved hand.

The moment his cock stops twitching he withdraws his fingers from your mouth, stripping off his fouled gloves and tucking himself back into his pant before you can so much as open your eyes. When he turns back to you again, you're staring at the ceiling, grinning slightly with shiny, wet lips.

It takes a few minutes for your head to clear once he removes the mask from your face, and by then you only have the vaguest sense that anything about the experience was strange, and even then it was still vastly more pleasant than any of your prior dental experiences, albeit embarrassing in a slightly different way than usual.

Chisaki waits for you to seem cognizant before drawing your attention to the monitor by the chair. His boldness in touching you did little to truly satisfy him, only made him more eager to fuck you properly, to feel the heat of your tongue against his cock instead of his fingers, and to bury himself in that cunt that responded so sweetly to his touch.

"Your teeth are mostly in good shape," Chisaki says. "But I'm afraid you do have one small cavity. Here, see?" He points at one of your x-rays on the screen, a perfectly healthy tooth but he's confident you won't notice that, that you don't know what to look for, and sure enough you're only nodding, eyes wide. It's adorable, that fearful look on your face. He almost wishes there were a way for you to keep that expression when he has his way with you. "It's only a small one. But I'd recommend a stronger sedative for it, if your nerves are that much of a problem."

"Stronger?"

"It requires an IV," he explains, "and you wouldn't be able to drive yourself home afterwards. You'll still be conscious, technically, but you won't be aware of much."

The idea of having your tooth drilled into already has you quaking, the last traces of your buzz gone, and you agree at once. "Okay. I guess I can ask my roommate to drive me." She probably won't mind; you two do each other favors fairly regularly.

Kai's glad to hear you don't mention a boyfriend. It wouldn't matter in the end, if you had one or not, but the idea of some other man's hands on you still sends a jealous, possessive stab through him. He prefers to believe that he's the only who's touched you, that there aren't others out there tainting you with their filth.

"Great," he says, giving you another one of those reassuring smiles. "Let's get you scheduled."

***

It's a matter of days before you're back again, Kurono having conveniently found a 'cancellation' in the schedule to slot you in. He knows all about Kai's proclivities of course; they've worked together for years, well before Chisaki took over Overhaul Dentistry from his adopted father, and they've known each other even longer. Hari's stayed to watch Kai's little indiscretions once or twice, though he's more prone to lurking outside the door to listen shamelessly, knowing full well that Chisaki has no interest in sharing and would never permit him to touch what he considers his.

Chisaki is practically shaking with impatience by the time you arrive, has to take a few deep breaths to steady his trembling hands before placing the IV and pumping you full of Propofol. He's not sure he's ever been this excited about a patient, but this time around the eagerness has been killing him. He's always considered his libido healthy but not excessive, but he's stroked himself off more times in the last few days that he usually would over the course of a month, waiting for this.

You blink slowly, counting backwards until your words trail off and your eyes fall closed, and then Kai stands up, taking in the sight of you limp before him. You wore a dress today, a summery little thing that buttons from top to bottom, almost as though you'd known what you were coming here for.

He's already hard, his erection straining against the constricting fabric of his pants, but he ignores it for now and focuses on undoing those buttons, savoring each additional glimpse of skin. Your underwear is simple, white cotton panties with a hint of lace around the edges, and a matching bra. He likes them, simple and clean, just like you.

One gloved hand lifts to cup your breasts, kneading that soft flesh and then finding the bud of one nipple and rolling it between his fingers, sending it hardening. He watches your face as he does so - you're not entirely unconscious, but you won't react much, and you certainly won't remember this. Your brow is furrowing just slightly under the attention, and when he moves to toy with your other nipple he hears the faint sigh you let out, takes it as encouragement to shove that garment out of the way and reveal your pert breasts, licking his lips at the sight of the slightly darker skin of your nipples, and the way they've puckered under his attentions so invitingly. He bends and takes one in his mouth, laving his tongue over that stiff peak, biting down lightly.

A little whine escapes you this time, and the sound sends spike of heat through his cock. He knew you'd be responsive to him after the last time, but you're already exceeding his expectations. He tips his head slightly, staring at your mouth, those slightly parted lips.

He's never felt compelled to kiss anyone, all too aware of the filth present in even the cleanest of mouths, but as he stares at your lips he's surprised by the urge to do so. And he knows the risks are minimal, spent more than one of the last several evenings reading through your medical records, giving them a much more thorough evaluation than the release form you'd signed probably warranted. But he couldn't help himself, and now he knows that you take good care of the rest of yourself just like you do your mouth.

He leans forward curiously, encouraged when your lips press just a little back into his, even as your eyes stay closed. He lets his tongue snake out to trace over your mouth, probing between those lips, and you let another soft whine, though your tongue doesn't respond to his. That's okay; it's more enjoyable that he'd have expected and he deepens it anyway, relishing your taste, minty and sweet - obviously you'd prepared yourself for him. He grasps one of your hands and brings it to rub against his cock, panting as he ruts into your palm.

When he finally breaks the kiss, he's equally parts disgusted and aroused by the thin strand of saliva that connects your mouths, staring at it in fascination until it breaks.

That uncharacteristic impatience rears its head again, and Chisaki fumbles with his pants, letting his cock spring forth. He wraps your hand around it briefly, savoring the feel of your small, soft hand caressing his length, and then he moves on just as quickly. It only takes the flick of a switch to lower the chair down so that you're at waist level, and then he's tilting your head towards him, pressing the tip of his cock against those spit-slicked lips. You surprise him by poking that pink tongue out just a little, and for a minute he simple brushes the head of his glans back and forth against it, relishing the soft brush of your wet tongue, and the pleasant jolt it sends through him.

"You're a little tease, aren't you?" he whispers. Then, he pushes forward into the hot cavern of your mouth, swearing under his breath at the feel of you. You gag reflexively when he bumps against the back of your throat, but he only pulls back briefly and surges forward again, one gloved hand coming to rest in your hair gently, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth.

It's not tight without you actively sucking, but it's hot and wet, and the velvety texture of your tongue against him is more than enough. Despite trying to be gentle at first, he finds himself thrusting more roughly as his excitement grows at the sight of his length disappearing between your sweet lips, stroking your hair when you gag harder.

"Shh, now," he scolds to your unresponsive body. "Be good and take it."

It's almost as though you're listening - your head tilts back slightly to accept more of him, your throat contracting around him, and before he can help himself Kai's hips are bucking, his balls tightening and his cock contracting as his load spills down your throat. When he pulls away he can still see the last of his seed coating your tongue, and he spreads it around with his gloved fingers, entranced by the sight.

He adjusts his clothes a bit, not done with you just yet, and then circles around towards you feet. His gloved hands wander up along your thighs, squeezing at that soft flesh, and then tug you down towards him - mindful of the IV still buried in your arm - until your legs dangling off the edge of the chair. He spreads them a little, running one finger over your clothed slit. There's a damp spot at the center of your panties, and his eyes fix on it with great satisfaction.

"You really are eager, hmm?" he murmurs, letting the pad of his thumb hone in on your clit, the outline of that puffy bead visible through the damp cotton. You let out the faintest of whimpers, your hips tilting into his touch slightly, and Kai lets out a shuddering breath before bending forward and burying his face between your thighs, letting his lips move lightly over your covered cunt, catching your clit between his lips to tease your barely-conscious form, earning another soft whimper. His cock is swelling again already at those little sounds, and the scent of you.

Forcing himself to pull away, he works your panties down over your hips and off completely with eager fingers, his eyes fixing on your bare cunt. Your positive to response to his touches is all the more visible now, glistening strands of wetness coating your folds. He uses his thumbs to spread you open, circling your clit with two fingers as he stares at your entrance and letting out a throaty groan when he can see your hole clenching around nothing.

The sight of your perfect cunt so greedy for his cock is entrancing, and he repeats the motion. You're not the first person he's done this with and you certainly won't be the last, but oh, you just might be his favorite, so eager for him. He'd known you were special after that first encounter, but your response to him now is better than he could have imagined a few days ago.

He slides two fingers into you, scissoring them gently to ready you for his cock. He can hear the way your faint breathing has sped up, the skin across your chest darkening slightly as you grow flushed from his efforts, and when he removes his fingers they're coated in your slick. He stares at them curiously, tempted again by new desires, and then slides them into his mouth, savoring the taste of you, sweet and quite unlike anything else.

The throbbing in his cock is growing unbearable, and though there's a part of him that wants to draw this out, wants to savor it, there's even larger part that's desperate to feel that tight hole clenching around him. He shifts you again slightly, bringing your hips to rest at the end of the chair, the contours of the leg rest making your back arch nicely, those perfect tits even more on display, and he takes one in hand as he aligns himself near your entrance, pinching at your nipple hard enough to make you whine.

There are condoms in the pocket of his sterile white lab coat; he's normally vigilant with the protective measures, loathe to expose himself to any unnecessary risks, both hygienically and in terms of leaving evidence behind, but he's tempted to forgo that now. The notes from your last yearly doctor's visit stated you're not sexually active, and he thinks it must be true, that an innocent thing like you is too sweet to lie. Of course, because of that you're not on birth control either, but even that doesn't bother him like it should; it excites him even, the thought of his seed taking root and the surprise that would bring.

He runs his bare cock over your damp slit experimentally, groaning at the unadulterated sensation, and that's enough to convince him to abandon his usual precautions. Kai thrusts forward into your wet heat, letting out a strangled moan. Your cunt is so tight, so hot around his length, and god, it's so much better when he can feel it all, the intense wetness of your cunt creaming around him and every tiny ridge of your velvety walls. The way you whimper when he forces himself into you makes him wonder if perhaps he didn't prepare you quite enough - your walls are fluttering around his cock, obviously struggling to accommodate him, but it's not until he's nestled deep inside, the head of his cock kissing your cervix, that he pauses to let you adjust.

You squirm a little - small, feeble movements - and Kai relishes each slight shift of your body, watching your lips twitch. It's obvious you're trying to speak, but in your drugged up state all that spills forth is barely audible nonsense, tiny whines with a pleading undertone. He reaches forward to stroke your hair from your face. "You're so needy," he scolds, "but don't worry, I'll take care of you."

With that, he pulls out until just the head of his cock is still trapped in your cunt, and then drives himself forward roughly. Your limp body bounces back at the force of his thrust, your tits jiggling slightly with each of his movements, a sight he adores. He lets his fingers circle your clit again, can feel the way your cunt immediately clamps down around him in response, as though you're trying to draw him even deeper, and he gladly obliges you, slamming himself as deep as possible every time. You whimper more loudly than you have yet, and he can just make out your eyes trying vainly to flutter open, never quite succeeding.

"You take me so well," he pants, the feel of your slick walls gripping his cock so tightly has his balls tightening again, and he slows a little, trying to prolong the inevitable, not ready to be done with your sweet pussy just yet. He leans forward clumsily latch his mouth around one of those erect nipples, sucking and nibbling, noting the response brings, you throaty noises coming more quickly, the slight twitches of your hips growing more violent.

"So well," he murmurs again. No one's been this responsive before; he's lucky, honestly, if he can ever coax his patients to orgasm, but your cunt is flooded, obviously ready to cum for him, and it's enough that he loses the last of his restraint, rolling his hips furiously, railing against your cervix with every thrust in a way that's sure to leave you aching once you're fully aware again, but he can't bring himself to care. He wants to feel your release, feel you gripping his cock more tightly if such a thing is possible, and wants to fill you up with his seed.

"Are you going to be good and cum for me?" he asks breathily, and after another minute your body answers his question, your cunt clamping down, a quiet, high-pitched whine issuing from your throat as you hole constricts. Another few stuttering thrusts and his own cock is spasming, pleasant throbs radiating through his core as he drives into you one last time and cums, swearing at the almost unbearable tightness of your cunt around him.

For a moment he remains buried there, relishing the last throes of your orgasms and the way you're still occasionally pulsing around him. When he pulls out, he frowns at the distasteful mess his cum makes as it leaks out of your gaping hole, but it's accompanied by a shiver of satisfaction at the evidence of how he's claimed you for himself. Still, he moves on almost immediately to cleaning up, slipping on a fresh pair of nitrile gloves and tucking himself back into his pants before digging out a handful of papery dental bibs and using them to clean away the mess he's left between your thighs. Of course, there's nothing he can do about the evidence he's left deep inside, but even that he still finds titillating, the thought of his cum dripping out of you even after you've left, of your cute, confused face as you try to understand.

You barely stir as he goes about this process, only occasionally shifting slightly or mumbling a little, and by the time he's replaced your clothes you're lying still, the tiniest frown is on your lips. It's almost as though you know your time together is coming to an end, and you don't want to go. Chisaki glances from you to the needle in your arm, and the still half-full bag of Propofol suspended from the IV stand. Now that he thinks about it, he supposes there's no real reason to rush you out of there.

"Hari," he calls out, and he's unsurprised when the door to the exam room opens almost immediately, knows how Kurono likes to listen. The other man looks at him questioningly, gaze flicking between Kai and your sedated form reclining in the chair.

"Yes, Kai?" he asks, raising on pale eyebrow.

Chisaki smiles behind his mask. "Cancel the rest of my appointments for the day."

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