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lustbile · 2 years

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Something To Prove

JaeminxReader

Word Count: 13.4k

Warnings/Summary: enemies to lovers, smut, mentions of drinking, vaguely dub con, fingering, oral (reader receiving), penetrative, degradation, public. And where Jaemin is kind immature dick, the reader is an emotional masochist, and together they’re both fucking morons, so I hope you enjoy. (Also sorry Jeno I used you for story development)

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Jaemin was a good boy.

Jaemin was a very good boy.

That’s why, as he rambled on about something, something blah blah momentum and force nonsense, you wanted to lean over and take a big bite right from his pretty long neck.

It’s also why you kind of hated him if you thought about it for too long.

Jaemin wasn’t someone you’d consider yourself very close with, actually, he wasn’t someone you ever really spoke to until very recently. He was a nice guy, a hard working student, and seemed to get along with everyone that spoke to him, but to you, he was more of just a guy you’d admire from afar. You knew enough about him to know that he just wasn’t someone you’d ever cross paths with if it wasn’t for your shared classes and mutual friends.

But other than that, you never had any reason to dislike him. Not until your physics professor gave you a reason.

—

“This is just how it is,” the older man had said, his face showing more age than he had actually lived from how many students he’d had to deal with, “the few homework assignments you do turn in, aren’t good,” he spoke honestly as he flips through the very few copies of your submitted work, “and your grade just keeps dropping by the day. So it’s either you find some initiative to bring up your grade, or I’m going to request you drop my class.”

“But it’s already past the drop period,” you argued, worry blooming across the features of your face, “if I drop it now, I fail immediately.”

“I mean this in the nicest way I can possibly say it,” he said with an exhausted sigh, “but that’s not really my problem. I do as much as I can as your professor, but I can’t force you to do your work.”

When he said this you wanted to cry. Well, no, you wanted to offer to suck his dick for a higher grade if you’re being totally honest with yourself, but the lovely picture that he kept on his desk of him, his wife, and baby daughter was enough to plague you with guilt for even considering that.

“Well, then I can bring up my grade instead, right?” You asked hopefully, the look of skepticism that flashed on his face making you shrink, “that’s what you said,” you reminded, your hands moving rapidly in front of you as you tried to encourage him and yourself, “bring up my grade or drop the class. Bringing up my grade is an option.”

“The science department has a student-ran study center,” he told you with a sigh, standing from his desk to politely tell you the conversation was coming to an end, “they even have student tutors that can help you if you’re that determined to make this work.”

“Thank you, professor,” you spoke genuinely, moving to his office door with a weak smile on your face, “I swear I’ll figure this out.”

“Study center is just down the hall,” he informed you, “but,” he continued, stopping you in your tracks as you already had a foot out his door, “only go there if you’re serious about this. They’re students too, so you don’t need to be wasting their time.”

—

His words still sting even now as you sit next to Jaemin, your pen bouncing against the library table in impatience. It stung, but now as you sit zoned out staring at the way Jaemin’s Adam’s apple bounces as he speaks, you can kind of understand where he was coming from.

You weren’t a horrible student, you just struggled to focus on classes that don’t actually interest you, and physics does not interest you in the slightest. Jaemin on the other hand, was a phenomenal student. There didn’t seem to be any subject he had any real issue with, but physics was his bread and butter. That’s why the sweet girl who assigned tutors sent you to him, but it’s also why you kind of wanted to rip his head off his nice, wide shoulders.

You wouldn’t call Jaemin a nerd, not to his face at least, but he genuinely wasn’t what you’d think of when you pictured a text-book “nerd.” He didn’t struggle in social situations, he didn’t seem weird or creepy, and he was admittedly drop-dead gorgeous. He just really seemed to really love math and science, which would be a huge help to you, if you could just stop staring at his throat like a hungry animal.

“And when you consider the angle in which…” he says as he turns to look at you, the dazed look being very evident on your face and making him trail off before he sternly says your name, “are you even listening to me right now?”

You jump at his sudden acknowledgment, the annoyed look on his face reminding you of the main issue you had with him.

Jaemin kind of hated you.

You would understand if he hated you for not paying attention, you could see how frustrating that would be, but he seemed to hate you before he even started tutoring you. The day you met, he was immediately distant and cold towards you, and you had seen plenty of instances of him being a very friendly guy. So, you were very confused, and you even tried to switch your tutor to avoid the tension and preserve the image of him you liked to fantasize about, but unfortunately, Jaemin was all they had. So the deeper you got into tutoring sessions with him, and the more you saw just how blatantly he did not like your presence, that’s where you started to zone out, choosing to at least appreciate the eye candy if you weren’t going to get anything academic out of the relationship.

“Yeah totally,” you lie, leaning closer to look at the textbook as you clear your throat, “just trying to keep up.”

You laugh weakly as he keeps staring at you, his dark eyes and the way his thick eyebrows lower making you feel like he can read your mind. You shift uncomfortably under his glare, and when he simply rolls his eyes, you feel your own spark of annoyance bubble up in your chest.

“How about we call it a day then, hm?” He offers, flashing a fake smile in your direction before he loudly slams the book in front of him closed, “you very clearly have more important things to worry about.”

“You know what, Jaemin,” you sigh, matching his sarcastically sweet tone, “I actually do.”

You both immediately turn to your respective things, packing your bags and moving to leave the small private study room. He stands quickly before you, turning to look down at you as irritation radiates off his body.

“Well, whatever it is,” he starts, putting his hands together in front of his chest to speak to you like a kindergarten teacher, “I can only assume it must be incredibly important considering you’re putting it above the class you’re miserably failing.”

“I’ll have you know,” you argue, making him stop in his walk towards the door, “my grade has gone up more than a few points these past few weeks,” you speak honestly this time, an amused laugh coming out as a huff from your nose, “which I can admit, is partially due to your help, but also because some of us, actually know how to balance school work and having a fucking life.”

“And what exactly was that supposed to suggest?” He asks, turning back to you with an offended twist in his features.

“Oh come on,” you huff again, getting up and walking to stand next to him at the door, “you know exactly what I was suggesting.”

“Actually I don’t,” he shrugs, crossing his arms and tilting his head, “so why don’t you enlighten me?”

“You. Have. No. Life,” you speak slowly and childishly, smiling when you can tell your words bother him.

“I have a life,” he scoffs, getting annoyed in a way that is a lot more enjoyable to you then it should be, “you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh I don’t?” You start, looking up at the ceiling as if you’re deep in thought, “I have never seen you without your head buried in a book, and of all the parties I’ve been to, I’ve never seen you once,” your hand flitters in the air as you speak, and you continue, speaking over him as he tries to defend himself, “which arguably, could just mean we don’t go to the same parties, right? But that’s not the case, at least not according to Jeno.”

The mention of his friend’s name makes him stiffen, his lips curling in between his teeth as he shakes his head, “just because I don’t go to parties doesn’t mean I don’t have a life.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” you agree, nodding your head, “but the fact that the only place you go to aside from your dorm and your classes is the library…” you trail off, clicking your tongue in faux disappointment, before you turn to open the door.

“Also,” you start to add as you step out of the room, “you might want to have a talk to Jeno about keeping some things to himself,” you nod gently, “I swear that boy is just an open book when you find the right questions to ask.”

——

Jaemin clearly doesn’t take your advice about talking to Jeno, or at least Jeno just didn’t care if he did. Because not even a full hour later, he was sending you a text to tell you how annoyed Jaemin was when he got back to their shared dorm.

I’m surprised there wasn’t steam coming out of his ears, Jeno’s message read, the multiple laughing emojis he put on the end telling you he was probably rolling in unsympathetic laughter after Jaemin gave him a rundown of what happened.

You didn’t want to enjoy the relayed information as much as you did, but there was just something about getting the last laugh with Jaemin that gave you a rush. So you grinned stupidly at your phone, the idea that you could plague Jaemin’s mind without having to be physically present making the device shake in your hand.

The shaking stops when another text from Jeno pops up on your screen.

Anyways, the message starts, now that you’re free of Jaemin’s wrath you should come out to the bar with us tonight.

You don’t know exactly who the “us” in his message entails, Jeno’s list of friends being long and always interchangeable, but you agree regardless. The need to get wasted to celebrate getting on Jaemin’s nerves almost overwhelming.

——

The bar is loud but familiar as you stumble in. Bodies of already drunk college students dance and writhe in front of you, and you reach to tug at the hem of your dress as your eyes dart around in search of a familiar face.

The fading pink of Haechan’s hair is the first thing you see, and you let out a sigh of relief that gets lost amongst the heavy bass that shakes the floor. You start to stumble towards the beacon that is the boy’s head, and when you see Jeno sat next to him animatedly telling a story, you feel a soft smile pull at your lips.

Your smile doesn’t prevail for long, as when you get within a few feet of the table they have claimed, you see that the person who sits on Jeno’s other side is none other than the boy who put the fire in your chest that you anticipated in smothering out with alcohol.

You stop in shock for a moment, the sight of Jaemin sitting in the bar unfamiliar and admittedly, a bit weird. He doesn’t look extremely out of place, for one he doesn’t have his face within inches of an academic article, but you can see the tension that pushes at his shoulders.

His hand is wrapped around a mostly filled drink, his lips strained slightly red to tell you that he’s taken at least a few sips, and he leans in with a furrow in his brow as he tries to hear Jeno’s voice over the music.

You aren’t really aware of how blatantly you’re staring at him, analyzing the way he moves and interacts like he’s a wild animal outside of his usual environment, until his eyes flicker quickly towards you. He has to double take, not registering who you are at first glance, but when he returns your stare, you can tell he feels shy under your intense eyes.

You can tell he clears his throat from the way his throat shifts, his head dropping slightly as he nudges a still rambling Jeno. Your legs seem to remember their function in that moment as you start approaching them again, a degree more hesitantly now, and you’re almost directly behind Jeno when he finally turns around.

“Hey,” Jeno drawls, speaking your name as a smile fills his face, “I was wondering when the fuck you’d get here.”

You can tell he’s already a few drinks in from the way the skin of his face flushes and how he wraps his arms loosely around the back of his chair. Without thinking, you reach to brush the few strands of hair that’s fallen in front of his eyes, and return his smile with a small laugh.

“Well, I’m here,” you say, leaning back to playfully motion your hands up and down your body, “you can hold your applause.”

Your words earn a laugh from Haechan as he reaches to pinch at your elbow, but Jeno only scoffs. You almost forget Jaemin is even there as he sits there silently, but when Jeno turns towards him as quickly as his intoxicated brain will allow him, the boy straightens at the sudden acknowledgment.

“We saved you a seat next to Jaem,” he nods, leaning his head back to wink at you not as discreetly as he had probably intended, “if you think you can hold back from ripping his head off for the night.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” you hollowly promise, leaning down to kiss his heated forehead before you step towards the empty seat, “for now at least.”

Jaemin shifts uncomfortably in his seat as you sit down, and you hold back the urge to roll your eyes. Instead you scoot your chair closer and lean towards him as Jeno starts to clue you in to the story he had already gotten halfway through.

——

You, Haechan, and Jeno bounce the conversation around the three of you as the night goes on, Jaemin only adding grunts and nods of acknowledgment where he sought fit. He looks more comfortable than when you first arrived, and you can only imagine it’s due to his drink now being mostly finished at this point, but he seems to refuse to let his eyes linger on you for more than a few brief seconds every now and again.

“So, Jeno,” Haechan starts, taking a long swig of his beer as a teasing slur weaves through his words, “how’d you get our little bookworm out of the library for once?”

He leans over Jeno to pinch roughly at Jaemin’s thigh as he speaks, the boy next to you jumping and shooting him a scowl in response. His fingers tap in annoyance against the table in front of him, and as the beer you stole from Jeno slinks through your veins, you can’t stop yourself as your eyes zero in on the movement.

“He asked to come,” Jeno admits playfully, proudly slapping Jaemin on the back and forcing a sarcastic smile to spread over his face, “I guess he finally decided we were good enough to get a drink with.”

“He needed it,” you interject before you can even stop the words from coming from your mouth, and as Jaemin’s blank stare flicks over to you for longer than a few seconds, you stumble to explain, “I mean,” you say with a huff, laying a hesitant hand on his bicep, “you should see how tense this one gets when were in that study room.”

“Probably because he’s bricked up from being locked in a room with you,” Jeno laughs, leaning forward to shoot you what you think is his attempt at another wink, “I know I’d be.”

“That’s because you’re disgusting,” you argue, rolling your eyes, “Jaemin’s a good boy, isn’t that right?”

You glance at him with a smile, just trying to include him in the conversation that centers around himself, but when his arm tenses under your touch, you slip your hand away from him quickly.

“Yeah, our perfect little guy,” Haechan coos, reaching behind Jeno now to tug at Jaemin’s ear.

Jaemin jerks away from his touch quickly, grumbling under his breath and making you tense as his knee accidentally pushes between yours briefly. He doesn’t seem to notice the action or the way you respond, as he just straightens back up when Haechan pulls away and rolls his shoulders back.

“I’m tense because the person I tutor,” Jaemin finally interjects, his eyes darting back to you, “doesn’t seem to actually care about anything I’m telling them,” he continues, turning back to his friends, and you can’t help but feel like he’s tattling on you.

“He speaks!” Jeno almost yells, ignoring Jaemin’s admission that you’re a horrible student, “but admit it,” he says, his voice calmer as his arm falls across the back of Jaemin’s chair, “you have a hard time paying attention too with someone that hot sitting so close to you, don’t you?”

“Jeno,” you interrupt as he tries to wink again, trying to spare yourself and Jaemin from his question, “have I ever told you how much of a gentleman you are?”

“Actually, no you haven’t,” he responds, the shock in his voice being so genuine that it throws you a bit.

“Good,” you nod, “because it would be a lie if I did.”

You want to enjoy the way Jeno starts to petulantly writhe in his seat, his head falling back as he whines about how mean you are, but you suddenly feel the weight of eyes on you. You hesitantly flick your eyes towards Jaemin, and you see him staring blankly at you in your peripherals. You know he sees the cautious glance you offer him before you look back towards where Haechan is laughing at Jeno’s display, but he shows no interest in looking away, instead he just sinks back in his seat as you start to squirm.

You cross your legs as he seems lost in trailing his eyes over you shamelessly, your eyes darting back to him a few times as you try to focus on the new conversation Haechan and Jeno had started, but he seems unmoving aside from his eyebrows knitting together like he’s trying to figure something out. You want to ask him what’s up, the question bubbling rudely at the back of your throat, but his face just continues to screw up as if he’s angry and it kills any syllable that tries to form on your tongue.

You jump slightly at the first touch of his hand on your knee, his fingers swirling curiously against your skin as if it was a normal action for him. But you could count on one hand the times Jaemin has made any physical contact with you, and considering how most of them were completely unintentional, having him move towards you with so much purpose made you twitch.

You glance down at where his fingers prod at your skin, the same fingers you’ve unfortunately found yourself staring at as he wrote notes down in your textbook during your tutoring session, before you finally look up towards him.

His head is tilted down, watching the small invisible patterns he creates on your leg with the same deep, angry look on his face. You can’t even begin to imagine what he’s thinking, but when he looks up to make eye contact with you, it feels like he can see every thought you’ve ever had.

You feel sucked into a bubble with him as Jeno and Haechan are too busy talking over one another to notice the newly formed tension. It feels like you’ve started a staring contest with one another, the unspoken rule that you can’t look away being agreed upon quickly, but you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you did.

You see a small twitch at the corner of his lip when you harshly swallow, a movement so minuscule that you’re shocked you notice it, but you feel your head jerk back slightly in response. You feel like he’s challenging you to something, to make a move or say something to clue in your other friends into what he’s doing, but you just sit there, waiting.

At the exact moment you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, he moves. His hand slides up further, cupping your knee with his entire palm, as his fingers brush against your thigh in a way that would be comforting if it wasn’t for how confused you were.

You notice quickly how much you like the feeling of his hand, the realization flooding through your chest so quickly, you pray it doesn’t show on your face. His fingers are slightly calloused, gentle but firm as they dimple your skin, and his touch makes goosebumps raise on your skin, and from the way his eyebrow darts up quickly towards his hairline, you know he feels it.

A sharp intake of air goes through your nose when he slides up your thigh, his hand getting more confident as he starts to roughly grope at your flesh, but his face stays as blank as ever. Your facade drops as you finally toss him a look of confusion, but he just continues to knead your tensing muscle until you feel his fingertips start to push under the hem of your dress.

You stand too quickly on wobbling legs as a hiccup of shock bubbles from your lips, and you have to place your hand on the table to steady yourself as his hand falls away. Jeno and Haechan’s conversation dies as they turn to look at you in shocked concern, but all you can focus on is the way Jaemin’s head tilts back, his face finally pulling into a look of sleazy pride as he watches you in amusement.

“I um,” you try to speak, your voice coming out cracked and quiet before you clear your throat, “I’m gonna go get a new drink,” you nod, a weak smile pulling on your lips, “your taste in beer is shit, Jeno.”

He groans immediately at your words, the concern slipping from his face and getting replaced by playful annoyance, “no one told you to steal my drink you big baby,” he grunts, reaching for the abandoned bottle only to be disappointed to learn that you finished it off.

You roll your eyes as he stares at the empty bottle longingly, his ability to sulk over anything being admirable to some extent, but you’re glad that he’s now distracted by the label as he doesn’t see the way Jaemin’s hand sticks out to brush against the inside of your thigh as you step away.

You walk quickly away from the table, your arms lifting to cross over your chest as your thoughts swirl in your brain rapidly. You don’t look back towards the table as you push towards the bar, but you can feel the way Jaemin’s eyes follow your every move regardless.

—

You have a new drink in hand when you feel a presence next to you, a broad chest pushing into your shoulder as you slide your finger around the rim of your glass. You stayed at the bar, taking a few sips of your drink, in hopes to collect your thoughts about what had just happened between you and the boy that had never shown any other feelings but hatred and indifference towards you since you met him. And you felt like you had formed some coherent opinions on the situation, until he pressed against your side and made every thought fly from your mind at once.

You turn your head hesitantly towards him as he leans his side against the bar, the soft smile he wears making you even more confused as he nods. You try to smile back, but it doesn’t reach your eyes in a way that you know would be more convincing, so you just look back towards your drink with a huff.

“I told the guys I was coming to make sure you were okay,” he admits, his voice rumbling his chest and shooting vibrations against your shoulder, “also that I wanted another drink.”

“Do you?” You ask, the question honest as you’re shocked to think he would ever finish the first one.

“I guess,” he shrugs, leaning to get the bartender’s attention, before he looks back to you, “I’m here so I might as well.”

“Why are you here?” You ask bluntly, your eyebrows furrowing in curiosity as you look at him again, his stare just as intense as it was at the table as you make eye contact.

“It’s a public place,” he grins, reaching to tug at your ear.

“Why did you really come?” You ask, pulling away from his touch as annoyance builds in your chest, how casually he’s treating you suddenly making you suspicious.

He hesitates for a moment, his face twitching as if he’s debating whether or not to tell you the truth, before he smiles again.

“Jeno told me you were coming,” he nods, pushing his tongue against his cheek as he hums. You don’t respond, instead you just stare at him in confusion as you wait for him to elaborate, “and you think I don’t have a life,” he continues, making you tense, “so… here I am. Having a life.”

“Jaemin,” you start, speaking genuinely for once as it starts to feel like everything that conspired between you earlier happened in an alternate dimension, “you’re a good guy,” you try to reassure, feeling a small inkling of guilt about your earlier words, “you don’t have to be Mr. party animal just because you’re in college.”

“No,” he agrees, with a sigh, “but you clearly seem to think I’m some boring goody two shoes.”

“Jaemin, why do you care what I think?” You ask as you take a sip of your drink, “we’re not even friends.”

You see a flash of something on his face when you say this, but he covers it quickly and just leaves you more confused, “what if I showed you that I’m not some loser who just sits in the library all day?” He asks as he steps closer to you, lowering his voice as he locks his eyes onto yours, “I can prove to you that I can cause as much trouble as Jeno.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” you argue, the mention of your mutual friend making you shake your head as you try to think of a correlation, “when has my opinion ever mattered to you?”

“I’d give the exact date if I could,” he mutters as he reaches to grab your wrist, and before you can even question what he could possibly mean by what he said, he’s pulling you from the bar.

Your drink clatters from your hand as you stumble on your feet, and in a panic, you try to reach to catch it, but as he tugs you through the mass of people trying to squeeze into the now empty spot you leave, you abandon the glass as you try to keep up with his long strides. He steps so quickly and with so much purpose you trip over your feet and earn a few elbows in your sides, but as he leads you to a familiar door, you can’t help but focus on wondering where this is going.

“Why are you taking me to the bathroom?” You ask without thinking, speaking loudly over the music and causing strangers to turn to you two in confusion. He ignores your words though, and before you can try to interrogate him further, he’s pushing open the door and pulling you in.

You gasp as you stumble into the room, surprised at the rough way he handles you as well as the fact that no one’s inside. You’ve been in this bathroom enough times in your college career to know that it usually has at least one or two drunk girls in it, either crying in a stall or fixing their makeup, but as Jaemin turns to lay his back against the door, you realize quickly it’s just you two alone.

“Now can you tell me why we’re in the bathroom?” You sigh, laughing gently to cover the nerves that bloom in your chest as your eyes trail over the obscene amount of graffiti that covers the walls.

Your laughter trails off awkwardly as he just continues staring at you, and you come to realize you somehow prefer when Jaemin is mean to you rather than when he’s silent. You didn’t love the fact that Jaemin hated you, but you had at least come to find it amusing; him staring silently just made you feel anxious and small.

You feel like weak prey as he starts stepping over to you, his steps slow and calculated as he eyes your entire body. You want to ask something else, to fill the quiet of the bathroom with something other than just the muffled music and voices that slip under the door, but your voice dies in your throat as he gnaws on the inside of his cheek in thought.

Your arms cross over your ribs as you hug yourself anxiously, shrinking slightly when he stands in front of you. You try to hold eye contact with him, trying to read whatever thoughts he has swimming in his head, but the intensity he holds in his glare licks at your skin until you're forced to turn your eyes towards the floor.

You tense when you feel his fingers brush against your jaw, a reminder of how they felt gripping your thigh flooding into your mind and making you pull in a deep breath. You stay frozen in your spot as his hands trail across your skin, his thumbs pushing gently into your cheeks, before his palms lay against the sides of your neck. He squeezes at your skin, forcing your head back up slowly until all you can see is his blank expression, the lack of emotion he shows making your lips part slightly.

You stumble back slightly as he pushes himself into you, and it takes a few seconds for your brain to register that his lips are pressed tightly against yours. He kisses you roughly, your teeth clacking together and rattling your skull, and you reach quickly towards his chest in an attempt to steady yourself.

You grunt in confusion against his mouth, your eyes fluttering as the voices in your head debate on whether or not to kiss him back. The last remaining sliver of rationality in your mind screams at you, begging for answers and to understand the way he’s acting, and with a sharp breath, you finally gain the strength to push your bodies apart.

His hands remain on you as you stare at him wildly, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find your voice, but the way his tongue darts out to lick your lipgloss off his lips makes your thoughts stutter. Your fingers dig into and curl around the fabric of his shirt, a need to pull him back to you making your arms twitch, but before you can make the move, you blurt out the first words that come to your mind.

“What the fuck is up with you tonight?” You ask, your voice exasperated and winded. You stare at him, your eyes darting around his face as you silently beg him for answers, but when he just smiles in response, anger bubbles in your chest.

Every emotion you’ve ever felt for the boy that clings to you floods your system; your annoyance when he makes mean comments, your amusement when you get on his nerves, and even the weird underlying arousal you’ve felt towards him whenever you paid too much attention to how handsome he was. But all of it was just always met with his clear indifference towards you, so why was he doing these things to you so suddenly? Accusing him of not having a life wasn’t even close to the rudest thing you’ve ever said to him, so why was that his tipping point? And why was groping your thigh and kissing you in a dirty bar bathroom his response?

“Does it bother you?” He whispers, his voice becoming rougher and making your hands twist tighter into his shirt, “I thought you liked making me mad?”

You want to respond, to ask him something that will give you clarification of where his head was at, but he doesn’t give you the chance to formulate a coherent sentence before his lips are pressing against yours again.

You don’t push him away this time, your resolve breaking as he licks at your mouth. You lean into him instead, your mouth falling open as he starts to walk you backwards, and you tuck the question of what was it that I said to make him act like this into your pocket for another day.

You feel breathless as his tongue dips into your mouth, his hands pushing tightly into your skin so you can’t pull away even if you wanted. You jerk slightly when your back bumps into the wall of one of the stalls, smacking your shoulder painfully into the edge as he blindly guides you to step into the small space. You hear the high pitched creaking of the stall door as he reaches one hand to pull it behind him, and as he pushes you to lean against the cool metal wall, you hear him slide the rusted lock into place.

When his hand returns to your body, he pushes it against the curve of your back, pulling you closer to him as he grunts into your mouth. You pant when he finally detaches his lips from yours, your lungs begging for oxygen as he tilts your head back and licks at your jaw. His teeth scrape against your skin harshly, and as he pushes his leg to rest between yours, you let out a grumbling plea of his name.

He bites roughly at your neck, stopping only to suck at patches of flesh until it stings. You feel your hips start to tilt towards his thigh, searching for friction as he abuses the skin that protects your drying throat, and when he smooths both his hands down your body until they rest on your ass, he digs his fingers into your skin to hold you still.

You mumble pathetically, moving your hands to wrap around his shoulders as you try to shift your body in his hold, but all he does is smile against your skin as he drops his head to lick between your collarbones.

“You think you deserve anything?’ He asks with an amused scoff, kneading at your ass until your dress starts to lift, “I’m doing this because I want to, not because you’re asking.”

His nails dig into your skin as he speaks, his head lifting again to lick at the shell of your ear as he pulls your thighs further apart. Your underwear shifts tighter against your body as he moves you as he pleases, the fabric sticking to your skin and making you gasp as you realize how wet you’ve gotten, and it feels like you might start falling apart if he doesn’t do something more.

“Jaemin, you’re a good boy,” he grunts in your ear, mocking your voice and words from earlier as he moves to tug your underwear upward, “and good boys don’t do stuff like this right?”

You whimper quietly, the fear that he’ll stop making your hips squirm against his hold. You would take back what you said if you could, if it meant him giving you what you need now, but you can’t help but wonder if he’d even think to do this if you hadn’t said it in the first place.

“How wet are you?’ He asks crudely, pressing his nose into your temple as he bites down on your cheek, “how badly have you ruined your pretty little panties for some boring little bookworm?”

Your head bumps dully against the wall behind you as you tilt it back in frustration, a small huff slips from your nose as your body heats up in embarrassment. You don’t want to answer him, the way he throws your beliefs back into your face making you feel stupid for ever thinking it, but you would never said any of it if you knew what he could do to your body.

You jolt when his hand swats at the skin of your ass, the way he holds his palm and fingers flat making the sting bad enough that you let out a small squeak, and when his fingers immediately move to scratch at the tender skin, a sob deflates your chest.

“No wonder you’re such a bad student,” he clicks his tongue, “you can’t even answer when someone asks you a simple question. Guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”

He keeps his nails sunk into your skin as he drags his hand to the front of your thigh, leaving angry scratches in his path. You feel the painful throbbing between your thighs, and when his traces over the seam of your underwear, you grit your teeth and whine.

The way he continues to bite at your skin feels like a punishment, his teeth scraping at your face and jaw making stabs of pain spread throughout your nerves, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the dull ache you feel in your core. You need something, but how his fingers feel tickling at the inside of your thigh stops you from voicing any demands.

He lets out a rumbling groan when he presses his middle finger against the damp spot that’s formed at the seat of your underwear, the sound deep and loud around you and making your heart flutter in your chest. And when he starts to circle it and pushes until he shoves the fabric shallowly inside you, your thighs tense and clamp around his hand.

“You’re ruined,” he confirms, sounding proud and cocky over how your arousal seeps through and sticks to his finger, “it’s dripping down your thighs.”

You mumble in shame at his words, the way he chuckles softly making you let out a soft hum of his name. One of your shaking hands falls from his shoulder, wrapping around his wrist as you suddenly want to pull him away, but you feel his forearm flex immediately, keeping his hand where he wants as you fall apart.

He grabs roughly at the crotch of your underwear, twisting and pulling up on the thin fabric until it digs into your sensitive clit. It’s a weird feeling, not enough movement or friction to give you any relief, but from the sounds that roll from the back of his throat, he must be more than pleased from how the sensation makes your face twist.

He forces the fabric in place for another moment or two, tugging on it just enough to make your breathing pick up as your knees buckle, before he finally pushes it out of the way. You cringe when his fingers finally slip against you, the sticky sounds that attack your eardrums as he smears your arousal around making you much too aware of what you already knew.

“So good,” he praises, prodding at your entrance as he drops his forehead onto your shoulder, “so fucking slutty and perfect.”

You both sign when he sinks his fingers inside you, two of his long digits stretching you open as he curls them gently. He pushes slowly, taking his time to feel the way you wrap around him, and when you clench softly he lets out a hiss of approval.

He shifts slightly, straightening up and pulling the hand that was still pressed against your back until it rests around your throat. His fingers drum against the side of your neck, testing the waters for a moment, and when they finally push against your veins, your eyes fly open again in shock.

He pushes you tightly against the wall, keeping you in place as he stares into your eyes, and when he can see them glass over from how dizzy you’ve become, he starts to drag his fingers out of you.

He seems fascinated by how your face reacts to the friction, even the smallest twitch in your features making him tilt his head and grumble under his breath. But when he shoves his fingers back in too quickly for you to handle, he smiles at the way your mouth falls open.

He starts fucking you quickly with his fingers, the pace rough and overwhelming and makes your legs shake. You twist your hand that still wraps around his wrist as you try to get him to slow down, but he’s too strong for your weakening muscles, and he pushes easily past your tightening grip.

“Take it,” he commands, spitting the words quietly into your face as shakes your neck slightly, “you’re gonna fucking take it.”

You cry out as he parts his fingers inside you, the sound coming out broken and strained as your hips start rocking sloppily. Your nails dig into his wrist, your eyes starting to roll back, and all you can do is give him control of your body as you start to melt in his hold.

You can’t control the volume of the noises that break mindlessly from your throat, the wet sounds that come from between your legs being the only thing to combat how your moans bounce around the metal walls. You want to calm down, to find your bearings and keep some decorum, but when he tilts his wrist to push the heel of his hand into your neglected clit, the last remaining bits of sanity and awareness slip from your body.

The pleasure comes on too fast, the tightening knot in your belly forming too quickly and making your vision blur. You can barely make out the details of his determined face, but the vulgar words that spill out in a jumble off his tongue is enough to let you know much he dreamed of seeing you like this.

You bounce in his palm, the lack of control he has on your hips making you move wildly and without rhythm. You can feel now the arousal he claimed was dripping down your legs, but your mind is too far gone to be ashamed of it anymore.

“You’re such a mess,” he sighs, keeping his fingers steady and quick no matter how much you squirm against him, “you’re gonna come so hard it drips down my arm aren’t you?”

You pant and moan without thought, agreeing with him with mindless hums as you try to nod against his fist, and as if waiting for your acknowledgment, you feel the promise of your orgasm start scratching down your spine.

Your breath comes out in short, sharp huffs as your stomach starts to flex tightly, the way your toes curl into your shoes making the arches of your feet ache. You try to hold off, to control the way you react as the reality of where he has you weighs on your shoulders, but as he pushes the tips of his fingers into the spot that makes your blood rush loudly in your ears, you feel pleasure crashing down on you all at once.

Your sounds are muffled as he leans forward to press his mouth against yours, his tongue licking past your teeth until he can brush it against yours crudely. He kisses you messily, eating the moans you let out as if he needs them to survive, and as your back arches away from the wall, you feel your combined saliva drip down your chin.

He keeps his hand moving against you, fucking you roughly through your orgasm as he rolls against your sensitive clit. You finally let go of his wrist, the overstimulation of your nerves becoming too much, and you move until both your hands are clinging to his shoulders in the need to keep him close.

He slows down when he hears the begging whimpers you let out against his lips, his fingers pushing gently until they slip out and start to pet at your heated skin. He continues toying with you, coating you in the evidence of your orgasm, and he smiles when you let out a hiccup every time he brushes your buzzing clit.

You're still swimming in the afterglow of his body against yours, clinging to him desperately as the fear of what will happen after his lips slip away from yours tries to clear the fog that wraps around your mind, when the bathroom door creaks open. You barely hear it, not registering what it means as his fingers still tap against your neck, and you're too lost in the taste of his lips to hear the heavy footsteps approaching the stall.

The loud banging that rattles the door makes you both jump, Jaemin having the awareness to pull away from the kiss, but not enough to stop sliding his fingers against you. You try to slam your thighs together, trying to push him out and away, but he looks too unbothered by the interruption for your liking.

“Come on kids,” a deep, unfamiliar voice speaks from the other side of the door, “this isn’t a classy establishment, but you still can’t do that shit here.”

If you could crawl into a hole and die at that moment, you would, but instead you just curl into Jaemin’s chest in shame. He finally pulls his hands away, releasing your throat to hold gently at the back of your head, and you grumble in annoyance when you feel laughter shake his chest.

You move towards the door when you hear the stranger step away, your skin heated and your hands falling to push at the hem of your dress as the need to run away from the room overwhelms your senses. Your limbs feel too heavy, and your weak legs make you stumble, but you scramble to be presentable enough to face the room full of strangers.

“Hey, wait,” Jaemin stops you, his hand moving to grab your arm and you cringe at the feeling of your arousal that still sticks to his skin. You tense as he pulls you back, your anxiety rising at the idea of talking about what just happened, but you huff in annoyance when he just slams you back into his chest.

“What are yo-“ you try to ask, pushing against his arms as you try to squirm away, but he wraps an arm around you tightly as he slinks to squat behind you. You say his name, your voice scandalized as you feel him pushing your dress back up your hips, “we have to go.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he blows you off, using his free hand to drag your underwear down your thighs. He taps carelessly at the back of your knees when the fabric pools around your feet, and you jerk in shock enough for him to slip the still damp article of clothing from under you.

He stands quickly, letting you go and allowing you to whip around with an angry furrow in your brow. You move to fix your dress again in confusion, and when he twirls your underwear around his fingers and offers you a sleazy grin, your hands twitch in the need to hit him.

“Call it a memento,” he shrugs, holding your underwear out as if to appraise them, before he shoves them in his pocket, “my own little souvenir.”

—

You stumbled out of the bathroom quickly, an annoyed grimace on your face and a grinning Jaemin hot on your heels. You returned to the table, feeling incredibly exposed from the lack of underwear beneath your dress, but grateful as Haechan and Jeno seemed too drunk to notice how long you were both gone and the fact that neither of you returned with drinks.

You didn’t talk anymore to Jaemin, even though you left the bathroom with way more questions than when you entered, and you continued not talking to him for the next few days. You texted Jeno, asking him to tell Jaemin that you would have to skip your tutoring sessions for a while, and you made sure to dart out of the room before him anytime you were in the same class as him.

You weren’t sure why you were avoiding him, maybe the shame of what you two did was just too much for you to look him in the eyes, but that didn’t stop you from itching for an answer. You found yourself staring at him in class, drilling holes into the side of his face as he listened to the lecture in oblivion, as if you’d find some kind of answer lingering on his form.

It was about a week later when your curiosity became too much, and the way you were constantly using Jeno to cancel your tutoring sessions felt too childish. He had sent you a text, asking you if he needed to relay anything to Jaemin, and you felt almost crushed at the fact that he was anticipating you being a big baby. Not that he knew why you were canceling, you hadn’t told him what happened and you assumed Jaemin didn’t either, but it all made you feel a little foolish.

Which is how you ended up back in the library, staring blankly at the door of the private study room as if there was a carnivorous animal behind it, rather than just Jaemin.

You cringe as the door creaks open, your hand so tight around the handle that it makes your fingers ache, and when you peek around the edge of the door, you see him sitting there studying quietly.

He turns quickly, his face flush as he squeezes his pencil in his hand. All the confidence and slyness he held in his features the other night is gone, and is replaced by a soft nervousness instead.

You watch each other intently, neither of you speaking as you see his shoulders tensing as you step into the room. You feel how clammy your palm has gotten after you pull your hand away from the door handle, and you clench your fingers together to relieve some of the stiffness.

“Hey…” he speaks slowly, testing the waters and visibly relaxing just a bit when you smile softly at him.

You notice almost immediately how he’s pushed his chair as far to the end of the table as he could, your heart sinking slightly when you see the chair left empty for you has faced the same fate at the other end. You respond just as quietly as you pull out your seat, and you can hear him tapping his pencil on the table when you move it closer to him.

“Am I allowed to get closer to you?” You ask, trying to break the tension with a nervous laugh, “or are you gonna jump on me for skipping out on tutoring?”

You see his eyes widen at your words, his mouth falling open and closing a few times before he lets out a breath, “yeah I just didn’t know…” he stumbles, “I didn’t mind you skipping.”

“It probably just confirmed you thinking I’m a shitty student, right?” You tease, moving to hit him playfully for a moment, before you reconsider and shrink back as you sit.

“I don’t think you’re a shitty student,” he argues quietly, turning to you and offering you a soft smile, how genuine he sounds making you shift.

“That’s not what you said at the bar,” you huff, the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop them. If the tension was thick when you walked in, it thickens even further with you mentioning that night, and you mentally kick yourself for bringing it up.

He falls quiet again, his eyes turning towards the table as thoughts move through his head. You want to eat the words out of the air, rewind time and never bring it up, but instead you’re just forced to sit there and stew in your lapse of judgment.

“I said some stupid shit that night,” he mumbles, tracing his pencil against his paper and watching it like he’s hypnotized, “did even stupider shit.”

“So you regret it?” You hesitantly ask, keeping your eyes trained on the side of his face in hopes of catching the smallest movement or reaction.

“Yes,” he breaths, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, oblivious to the way your chest tightens, “and no,” he sounds strained, confused as he filters through his thoughts, “I can’t sit here and act like I didn’t enjoy it, but I can’t help but feel like a bad friend.”

“Why would you feel like a bad friend?”

“Because you know,” he grumbles, moving his hands in front of him as he speaks, “it kind of intrudes on whatever you and Jeno have going on. Not that I know what you two have going on, but to make a move like that on you was kind of a dick head thing to do.”

You jerk back at his rambling, his words coming out too quickly and making your mind take a moment to register what he means. But even when you collected everything he said in your mind, you’re left even more confused than you did that night.

“What are you talking about?” You interrupt, his shoddy defense and explanation coming to a halt as his head whips towards you, “there’s nothing going on between me and Jeno.”

“What do you mean what am I talking about?” He asks, his eyebrows pulling together tightly as his voice pitches in confusion, “you and Jeno!”

“What about me and Jeno?” You lean towards him, matching his volume as you resist the urge to grab and shake him, “Jeno is my friend.”

“I know that,” he says in frustration, leaning closer to you as well, “but you’re also kind of more than friends, right?”

“No,” you say quickly, shaking your head, “did Jeno say something to you to make you think we were?”

“No,” he says shyly, shrinking back slightly in shame, “but I see the way you two act, and I just thought… you’re always texting and hanging out, and the fact that you never say anything to me directly, it’s always through Jeno.”

You stare at him in shock, the jealousy that drips from his words making your brain feel like it’s coated in mud.

“Jeno is just fun to get drunk with,” you defend, “and he texts everyone, that doesn’t mean there’s something going on between us,” you feel lost as you speak, the accusations he throws at you making you feel flustered, “and you hate me! So why would I go to you directly?”

You watch as emotions shift across his face, the hope that picks up his features when you confirm you and Jeno are just friends makes your chest warm, but it’s short lived when he deflates at the last thing you say.

“I don’t…” he groans, moving his hand to roughly swipe at his face, “I’m such an idiot.”

You move your chair again, bringing it closer to him and forcing yourself into his space before you reach to pull his hand away.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” You ask sternly, the confusion getting too much for you to deal with patiently anymore.

“You’re going to think I’m an asshole,” he warns, hesitating until you throw him a look that tells him you already think that exactly, “I… when I first met you, I really liked you,” he confesses, his body relaxing as if truth takes a weight off of him, “but you were already friends with Jeno and I thought you were into him, so I figured if I distanced myself from you then I wouldn’t have to think about it. It was just a stupid crush so I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but when it didn’t go away, and I had to start tutoring you,” he groans in frustration, “I just ended up being a dick to you instead. I feel like a stupid middle schooler, but that’s just how it ended up.”

You both sit quietly when he finishes speaking, his body visibly shaking slightly as you stew in his explanation. Was it incredibly stupid and immature of him? Yes. But the way you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him, the way he looked at you and touched you, blurred your rationality and made your heart thump wildly in your chest. Even the way he treated you before that night always gave you a weird rush of excitement whenever you were near him; it made shame settle over you, but it still couldn’t fight the urge you felt to accept his confession blindly.

“If you thought there was something between me and Jeno,” you start, avoiding acknowledging his confession to give you more time to think, “then why did you do what you did the other night?”

“Alcohol?” He tries, sounding unsure and unconvinced as if the word doesn’t fit right in his mouth.

“Jaemin, you only had one drink,” you hum, rolling your eyes as he starts to beat around the bush again.

“I’m… very stupid?”

“You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met,” you cut him off quickly, throwing him a disappointed look as you roll your eyes, “try again.”

You can see panic settle behind his eyes, the first inkling of fear that you’ve ever seen him show, and it makes concern settle in your stomach. He plays nervously with his fingers, shifting in his seat and sucking in a deep breath before he speaks again.

“I don’t know,” he speaks honestly, reaching to finally touch you with his hand resting gently on your thigh, “there was just something about what you said that day,” he grunts at the memory, brushing his fingers against your skin as if it helps him think, “and it wasn’t just you saying I don’t have a life, I kind of agree with you on that one, but it was the fact that kept reiterating how good of a guy I am. Even after how I treated you.”

“But you are a good guy,” you defend quietly, moving your hand to lay across his, “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing.”

“I don’t think being a good guy is a bad thing, I try to be a good guy all the time,” he rushes to elaborate, turning his hand to tangle his fingers with yours, “I just… I know good guys aren’t your thing. I let everything get to me, and the way Jeno just laughed when I told him about our argument, I felt like I had something to prove.”

“Maybe you are stupid,” you sigh, trying to keep a straight face until his hand tenses around yours and he jerks back in offense, making a soft smile pull on your lips, “you never had to prove anything to me, and maybe I’m fucked up, but even when you were being a dick I still couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He bites harshly on his lip, shaking his head in disbelief, “thought about me how?” He asks hesitantly, nervous that the conversation will turn against him, but ready to accept it in shame.

“When I’d zone out while we were studying,” you start, leaning to whisper softly in his ear, hoping to smother your nerves with faux confidence as you pull your connected hands towards your chest, “all I was thinking about was how your hands would feel on me, and how badly I wanted you to do whatever you wanted to me.”

You watch as a shiver runs up his spine, his nails digging into your skin as his eyes slide shut, “I don’t deserve that,” he mutters, wallowing in doubt as images of you crumbling beneath him flutter through his mind.

“No,” you agree, moving your free hand to brush against the side of his face, “but that didn’t stop me from wanting it.”

You pull him closer before he can respond, your heart jumping to your throat as you press your mouth softly against his. It feels wrong, like you’re doing something you’re not supposed to, but the familiar taste of his lips warms you enough that you can’t even think about pulling away.

He deepens the kiss quickly, his hand that’s not squeezing almost painfully around yours reaching to push tightly against the curve of your back. He moans quietly, the sound making your jaw fall open, and when he licks desperately into your mouth, you respond with a moan of your own.

He forces you out of your seat, guiding you with his palm as he keeps his lips locked to yours. You fumble slightly, your eyes fluttering and making you clumsy to your surroundings, but once he pulls you to straddle his lap, you sink comfortably against his chest.

Your tangled fingers fall apart as he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, your arms stretching to curl around his neck as he slides his hands up your side. His fingers tap rhythmically against your ribs, making you curl into him and sigh, but when you feel his hips start to jerk, you tense.

His palms smooth down until they rest on your hips, the way he pets at your body making a warmth roll over you, and when he pushes down on you until you feel his bulge slide over the crotch of your underwear, you breathe out in surprise.

“Can’t,” you mumble against his lips, your voice coming out winded and unsure as he guides you to grind against him slowly, “can’t do it here.”

“Why not?” He asks, playful arrogance coating his words, “after you went on about fantasizing about me in this room?” He taunts, using your confession against you, “you shouldn’t have started something you couldn’t finish.”

Jaemin’s ability to go from stoic and shy, to this other being of confidence and shamelessness gave you whiplash, but it also made you melt in his palms. You want to push him away, beg him to take you to your apartment and do whatever he wishes there, but as his fingers grip at the fabric of your skirt and force you to move faster, you can’t imagine having to pry yourself off of him.

“Don’t want to get caught,” you argue, your body working against your words as you start moving on your own, “someone coul-“

“No one will catch us,” he interrupts, reassuring you as he tilts his head down to kiss down your chin, “we have the room booked for an hour,” he reminds, licking at your jaw, “and it’s better than you letting me fuck you open in the bathroom, yeah?”

Your head falls back at the memories of that night, his tongue smoothing over your throat as you remember how his fingers felt inside you. You bounce more eagerly against him, and when he bites down harshly on your skin, you thread your fingers in his hair and groan.

You whimper as his greedy fingers brush against the hem of your shirt, his cold skin making you hiss out a swear as they push under the fabric and crawl towards your chest. The first knead against the swell of your flesh is rough, desperate as if he’s dreamed of feeling you under him like this, and when he tugs the cup of your bra away from your body, he immediately pinches your nipple between his knuckles.

He shoves your shirt up until it bunches under your armpits, the cool air of the room brushing against your partially exposed chest as he ducks down to replace his fingers with his tongue. He laps quickly at your stiffening skin, and when he uses one arm to pull you close again, he wraps his lips around your nipple and bites down.

You squirm in his hold, pained pleasure spreading across your chest as he abuses your skin with his mouth, and all that fills your ears are your small whimpers and the slick sound of his saliva bouncing against the walls.

You barely register his free hand tickling down your body, his mouth encapsulating your skin and taking all your attention as he slips his fingers under the hem of your skirt. He gropes mindlessly at your thigh, squeezing roughly at your flesh before he moves to tug at the seam of your underwear.

You gasp out when his fingers dip into you, his wandering digits slipping to prod at your entrance as he groans against you. You can hear the slick noises of your arousal dripping around his fingers, and when he drags it up to smear it around your clit, your body trembles in his hold.

“I missed this,” he hums, keeping his lips pouted against your chest as he mumbles without thought, “all I thought about for days, just thinking about how warm you were when I had nothing but my hand.”

You buzz at the thought of him touching himself while thinking of you, the image amplifying how he circles his calloused fingers around your clit. You tilt your hips down to grind against his hand, trying to meet his patterns as you lament not being able to have him sooner.

You whine when he takes his hand away from your skin, his fingers curling around the seat of your underwear as he pushes it aside, and when you feel the way the denim of his pants brushes against your sensitive skin, your thighs tense around his.

The sound of him messing with the button of jeans makes you pant in excitement, your fingers pulling roughly at his hair as the metallic sound of his zipper falling open hits your ears. You feel a hunger deep in your belly, a nervous anticipation building in your chest, and when he tugs clumsily at his pants and underwear, it feels like the room around you falls away.

You feel his length brush against your skin as he pulls himself from the confines of his underwear, the small amount of friction making you both hum and twitch. You glance down as he pushes himself against his stomach, and the size of him wrapped tightly in his fist makes you tilt his head back until your eyes lock together.

“Please Jaemin I-“ you babble wildly, shifting your body forward until you can grind against the underside of his length, “please, need it.”

“Calm down,” he shushes you, running his hand softly up and down your back as he brings you to press against his chest.

He handles your body carelessly, moving you how he wishes as he lifts you slightly above him, and when he pushes himself against your entrance, your eyelids flutter. He sinks you down slowly, stretching you open around him, and when your thighs start to shake and broken sighs fall from your mouth, he moves both hands to hold against your sides.

“Slow down,” he warns as you accidentally shift down, his head tilting so his lips can brush against yours, “don’t hurt yourself.”

You let him pull you down gently, his skin sliding against yours as your arousal drips around him. You feel your body weaken and go lax in his hold as his size overwhelms your senses, and he mumbles soft praises against your lips as his fingers dig into your skin.

He presses his mouth into yours again once he’s fully seated inside you, the way you clench and shift around him making him smile against your lips, and when he feels the heavy breaths of air that puff from your nose brush his skin, he moves his hand to grab your ass.

He keeps you still for a moment, reveling in the way your body flutters around him, but when your hips start to jerk as if they have a mind of their own, he grunts in amusement. The way his hands feel against you is more than you could ever imagine, how they brush and dimple your skin makes you feel like he has control over every one of your atoms, and the way he fills you completely makes stars dance behind your eyes.

Your movements are immediately messy as he moves you to bounce in his lap, his nails scraping at your skin and your legs shaking as you struggle to keep kissing him with the way he fucks you quicker than your fuzzy mind is prepared for. You feel your stomach tensing and your body screaming as he stretches you, but you love every moment you sink down on him with a broken moan.

He swears crudely against your lips, the way you wrap around him making his hips jump until he’s fucking up into you roughly, and your thighs ache to slam shut as he splits you open perfectly.

“So perfect,” he moans, his voice strained as he holds you still again, gripping your skin tightly as slams his hips against yours, “take me so well.”

Your head falls against his shoulder as the sound of your skin slapping together rings in your ears. You can feel your arousal start to stick to the inside of your thighs, and with the way he pushes as deeply as possible with every thrust has you crying out and nipping at his neck.

You huff out when he tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly as the air gets knocked from your lungs, before his tense fingers scrape along the skin of your ass. He scratches against your hip, making the skin burn and rise in his path, until he dips his hand back between your thighs in a rush.

He presses roughly against your neglected clit, pinching and rolling the skin between his fingers as he continues to thrust against your wildly. He abuses your nerves meanly, toying with you, until he lays his fingers flat against you and starts sliding them against you sloppily.

A rush of pleasure licks up your spine too quickly for you to handle, your body pushing against his hold as you roll against him. Your hips try to lift away from him, trying to escape his quick fingers, but he holds you tightly and keeps you pressed against his chest as you’re helpless against his touch.

You clench around him tightly as your orgasm starts to consume you whole, cries of pleasure hitting against the skin of his neck as you sink your teeth into his flesh. He keeps his fingers and hips moving against you, fucking you through the way your nerves feel like they’re on fire, but as you drip and tense around him, he feels himself following close behind you.

His fingers shake against you, his hips becoming messier as you writhe in pleasure on top of him. He groans and swears loudly as you flutter around him from the overstimulation your body endures, and he only makes it harder when he shifts to fucking you with deeper and slower thrusts, his length dragging and stilling against your sensitive walls as his breathing labors.

The sound that rattles his chest as he comes makes you delirious, your head lifting like it’s filled with lead as you turn to watch his face screw up tightly. You gasp and pant softly at the feeling of him filling you completely, and watch him with a dazed look as he pushes his hips until they’re flush against you.

You smile at one another when his eyes open back up, both of your features pulled soft and delirious as you cling to each other. You melt into him as his arms wind around you to pull you into a tight embrace, and for a moment you feel your breathing start to calm as he leans in to brush his nose against yours.

You don’t think much when his arms tense against you, or the way his thighs continue to shift below you as you scratch your nails against his scalp. You feel warm and sated as you curl around him, but your peace is interrupted as he starts to stand on his wobbling legs.

You squeak as he lifts you in his arms, your hands falling to grip at his shoulders as he moves you to sit on the edge of the table in front of him, and when he slips out of you, you whine at the sudden emptiness.

You try to question him, your confusion bubbling at the back of your throat, but it dies on your tongue when he pushes you back. He looks oddly energetic as he watches over you, his fingers moving to dance along the waistband of your skirt as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“There was one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about after that night,” he starts, his voice gravely and strained as he shakes his head, “and I’m not letting you leave this room until I do it.”

You yelp his name when he grabs your thighs, the way he tugs at your limbs making your head bump against the wood below you as you fall flat, but he ignores your exclamation as his fingers quickly dance back up your skin.

You squirm when he grabs at your underwear, your thighs trying to slam shut as he tugs the fabric down, but the determination that makes his muscles tense overpowers you as you try to push him away.

He gets your underwear off with ease, as if the way you kick doesn’t bother him in the slightest, and when you see the still damp cotton twisted around his fingers, you huff in frustration.

You watch with a pout as he lifts them up with a grin, and when he presses them shamelessly against his face, you let a scandalized shout of his name.

“You smell amazing, angel,” he compliments sleazily, his words muffled behind the fabric as he makes a show of pressing the damp spot against his septum, “do you think you taste just as lovely?”

He doesn’t present it as a question as much as he does a threat, and when he shoves your underwear deep into his back pocket, you try to push yourself up the table away from him.

“No you don’t,” he laughs, grabbing your legs before you can get too far, “I know you can handle it.”

You whine when he drops to his knees in front of you, only the top of his head visible as you move to lean on your elbows. You gasp when he tugs you closer to his face, and at the first tap of his tongue against your entrance, your head falls back between your shoulders.

He keeps your thighs open wide with his tense palms, a wet sound coming from between your legs as he lays his tongue flat against you, and with a shuddering sigh you realize he’s lapping at his come as it drips out of you.

You clench around his tongue as he pushes it inside of you, the action earning you a deep growl from him that vibrates against your skin, and you wiggle as if you’re possessed from the way he curls his tongue against you.

He’s messy as he licks at you, his saliva and the new arousal that drips from your spreading to the insides of your thighs and across the lower half of his face. He moans happily against you, holding you tightly against his mouth as he licks you clean, and once he’s gotten every drop of his come from your body, he leans to swipe the flat of his tongue up the length of your cunt.

You hiss and sob when his lips wrap around your clit, finally being able to see the wild look he holds in his eyes as he sucks at your skin harshly. Your hips cant up roughly, trying to push him off your hypersensitive nerves, but he follows your movements easily as his eyes slide shut in pleasure.

You sit up quickly as he rolls tongue against you, your hands flying to tug at his hair as your shoulders lift towards your ears and your mouth falls open. Your entire body shivers as pleasure takes over your senses, the heat between your thighs aching painfully as you still aren’t recovered from when he was inside of you, but even with the way you struggle against him, he happily licks at you in hunger.

Your second orgasm builds too quickly, your feet moving to hit against his shifting shoulders as he lays his tongue flat against you before shaking his head. The sounds he makes below you are vulgar and make your skin hot to the touch, and before you can even think to beg for sympathy, you feel your body start to fall apart at the seams.

You can’t control the sounds that spill from your lips, mindless words getting lost in the mix of syllables and broken moans as your hips start to roll against his face, and before your mind can come to terms with what he’s doing to you, your orgasm washes over you in violent bursts.

He laps at you greedily as your hands push at the back of his skull, seemingly glad to be smothered by your body as he loosens his hold until your thighs close around his head. His eyes flutter open again, looking up at you with a look drenched in satisfaction and pride, and all of it combined makes you shudder harshly.

You both gasp when he finally pulls away, both of you sinking back in relief as he stands back on his feet with a rattling intake of air. His face is slick with your arousal when he leans into you again, but he seems unfazed by his state as he wastes no time before pressing his mouth into yours.

The taste of both of your orgasms that sticks to his tongue spreads across your taste buds as he licks into your mouth, and the way it invades your senses makes you sigh and twitch. You can feel the wetness on his skin transfer to yours as he kisses you hungrily, but as he pushes his hips between yours and lays his chest flush against you, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“You’re so perfect,” he mumbles as he pulls away in apprehension, “I will never forgive myself for acting the way I did and pushing you away.”

“Jaemin,” you huff, kissing across his face as his fingers grab at you as if you’ll slip away, “there’s no point in worrying about that now.”

You both know that’s not true, that whatever is happening between you two will need a deeper discussion, but with how you press against each other in hopes to make up for wasted time, it pushes rationality to the side.

“I’ll do everything I can to make up for it,” he nods, looking you intensely in the eye, his still remaining desperation buzzing around him, “I’ll do anything you ask me.”

“Really?” You ask, breaking the tension with the playful tone you adopt without thinking, but he hums in agreement eagerly regardless, “then can I have my underwear back?”

“Oh,” he jerks back in shock, pausing to think, “which pair?”

“Both?” You say in suspicion, not liking the guilty look that pulls on his features.

“Oh that’s not happening.”

#Nct smut #jaemin smut #nct imagine #jaemin imagine #nct one shot #jaemin one shot #kpop smut #nct dream smut #nct dream imagines #nct dream oneshots #nct fic

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ask-the-royal-absol · 2 months

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(Allen @ Hope): "H-Hey, you were born without arms, right? I don't mean to offend but did it ever feel weird to not have them? Do you ever envy others who do?" The Umbreon's glance shifted between her and his back legs, attempting to hide the shame that he felt for himself.

Hope: I understand why they were like that. As much as there are Pokémon with physical disabilities in Terrestria, it’s not so common that many Pokémon are used to it. The nicknames I was given whist growing up. Creative, but awful. Even the nicest Pokémon can say unintentionally awful things because of ignorance.

Hope: I now have the confidence to stand up against anyone who chooses to use my disability to try and harm me. I can now remove most of those envious thoughts from my mind when they appear and remove the shame I once felt about myself for not being like everyone else. Those thoughts crop up from time to time; there’s no way around that. But what I can do is not let those ideas take over my entire life and make myself feel bad for something I had no control over.

Hope: They say not to let your experiences define you. That’s not possible for me. My experiences have shaped me into who I am today. They have been the driving force to acceptance. I’m the confidence princess of Terrestria. The one who will inspire generations of Pokémon, both those with and without a disability. And to those Pokémon who called me names, tried to screw me over in some way or wanted to avoid interacting with me because of who I am? I hope that me becoming the eventual ruler of Terrestria will inspire them to become more informed about conditions like mine and and other Pokémon’s and how to best support them, which should lead my kingdom to a better, brighter future. I hope so anyway.

Hope: I sense you may be someone who feels some shame towards yourself. Don’t. Take pride in yourself. Have confidence. Know that you’re not a burden to anyone no matter how much you might tell yourself that. Honestly, those wheel you have look so damn cool. I’ve never seen any like that in Terrestria myself. Then again, I’ve never seen a Pokémon like yourself before.

*Felix listened in to the conversation. He found what Hope was saying to be fascinating. He knew he couldn’t relate to the experience. He had a fairly normal upbringing, being raised by his mom, dad and older sister, so he couldn’t imagine what extra complications having a physical impairment would be like. He felt somewhat inspired by what Hope had said.

And he could see the spirit that lingered around her smile proudly. Whoever this spirit was clearly had a deep connection to Hope. Perhaps, when he had a bit of time, he’d talk to the spirit and find out more about why they were not moving on.*

(Accepting no more questions for Hope and Felix for now.)

#pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #pokeask #ask #hope the Blaziken #Felix the gengar #pokeask community #fuck I’ve been meaning to try and get this finished for a long time.#it’s just been slow going in terms of getting art done

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 1 year

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Mayuri, unohana, urahara and szayel (separately) but this time the opposite with a reader who has very low pain tolerance and shakes like a leaf when has to get any medical procedures done? fluff and comfort pls 🩶

I love all these people so much! I'm excited to write for Unohana thanks for that chance. It's really funny because this is so understandable as someone who can't handle any level of pain and is a little terrified of doctor visits~ TW Slight medical talk and mentions of fear, crying, and fighting.

Mayuri

Not the nicest man about this kind of stuff but not the worst

He isn't really a doctor so unless it's simple he often won't bother with helping you through any medical needs but he does notice right away that it scares you

Mayuri is not a very kind man, in fact he's kind of a monster but you do have a special place in his heart so torturing you is not high on his list

At first he's going to mock you about it, I mean really you picked him of all people to date yet medical things scare you?

On top of that handling pain is just something needed when it comes to his squad or him in general

However the first time he gets to see the full extent of your fear he changes his tune….a little

Though Mayuri does like making you suffer a little such intense fear pulls at his heart in an unexpected way that he finds unpleasant

From then on he'll do his best to not put you in the situation

Don't get the wrong idea he still won't be all sweet about it but he tries to make it easier on you

Keeping some experiments out of site or sending Nemu off to keep you busy while he works on more unsavory things

Mayuri see's your limits and won't push them too much on something like this

He wants you to get more used to it, to be able to see his work and either like it or at least put up with it however he likes you too much to really want you to hurt or be frightened of him anymore

Unohana

She's so understanding of your fear and really will try to help in anyway

She the Captain of the 4th Division and the best healer the soul society has and thanks to that she's seen many people like you

It's not really a problem in her eyes yes it can making treating you a bit tough but she can see why you might find these things so scary

There's nothing wrong with it and she'd be very happy if you're honest about it with her

From then on she makes it a rule to the whole 4th division that unless its an emergency she'll be the only on treating you

This is for her sake just as much as it is for you

Unohana worries about you so much after learning just how scary this stuff is for you so it comforts her to be there to help

SO MUCH love and care from Unohana and anyone who tries to mock you for being scared will find she is also very protective of you

They won't make the same mistake twice

She can make sure all treats are as quick and painless as possible for you

Of course each time you need a checkup or something she praises you for managing to get through it even if you're shaking like a leaf or crying by the end she's just glad you trusted her enough to handle it

It's a slow thing but never will she want to push you on becoming less afraid, fear is natural and she accepts that, all she wants to do is help in any way she can

Urahara

Nice but teasing, he can get why your scared but that doesn't mean he's not gonna poke fun at you.....at first

Nice but teasing, he can get why your scared but that doesn't mean he's not gonna poke fun at you…..at first

Urahara has this thing about accidentally going to far at times and that's likely going to happen here

It really wasn't meant to be anything big, he just wanted to mess around it's not like he really minds that your afraid of this

Everyone fears something even if they won't admit it and that includes himself but he likes rilling you up

Urahara hadn't realized just how bad it would end up being for you and honestly himself

Truly there's not much more Urahara hates then seeing you genuinely afraid or panicked but he didn't think anything like that would happen when he brought you to his lab to see his things

He's not a doctor but he does have many medical like things and some treatments are well within his capabilities, he thought it would be okay

You might freak out a bit or get angry but instead it's much worse and Urahara feels his heart break, he's rushing to your side to comfort you and gets you away from everything asap

Never again. That was his only thought and he sticks to it

Yes he still teases at times but it's never extreme and if your having a hard time he'll be there to help no matter what it takes

Your comfort and happiness is a top priority and he will not allow you to be in a place of fear if there's another option

This man will turn the word upside down to help you in the best and easiest way possible just so you don't need medical help

Szayelaporro

Just the worst with this he's such a menace and if you were scared before he might just make it worse

Okay he will totally make it worse but he does try to fix it later maybe a little too late but for Szayelaporro that still means something

He's not a kind man in anyway and given his desire for perfection fear, especially a fear of doctors or medical procedures is a hindrance to him

The moment he learns of this fear he's already pushing you to get used to dealing with that stuff, he's a doctor…kind of and he needs you to be willing to work with him

It takes one major fight for him to change somewhat

Like normal he's talking about his work, maybe even demanding you come see it when the fight starts

He's mocking and rude while you're upset and hurt by his actions, not to mention terrified of what he might do to you or others and by the end it's just the sound of your sobbing while he stands in silence

Emotion is still new to Szayelaporro and caring for another person still feels foreign but he wouldn't be with you if that soft spot didn't exist

Seeing such fear and hurt all caused by him no longer makes him laugh insead it leaves him feeling empty, he doesn't like that

Comforting you isn't something he knows how to do but he will try and once you calm down he apologizes for his actions

It's not the sweetest but it's a start and he does learn from it

Anytime medical treatment is needed he'll takes you to a room full of comforting things while you deal with the examine and what comes after

No longer does he demand you come to his lab or that you let you him experiment on you instead he just talks about some of his in simple light detail

Szayelaporro wants you to share his views of perfection but he doesn't want you to be scared of him or come to hate him so if that idea has to wait then so be it, for you and you alone he will wait

And there we go, all done! This was fun and I hope you enjoyed it. I was wondering how much detail to put in but I found that it was much easier to just write without too much planning and I hope it doesn't seem too sloppy? Thanks again for requesting and reading! Have a lovely day or night. ~ Lilly

#reader x #x reader #reader insert #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #mayuri x reader #unohana x reader #reader imagine #szayelaporro x reader #urahara x reader

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azrielgreen · 7 months

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(Honestly, i mean it in the nicest way possible, but if it come across as passive agressive i'm sorry) I didn’t expect Ace people to get representation in your universe. you said -well, forgive me, i don't remember correctly, but something along the lines- that sex is something that you always use in your works, because it can be tool to show characters feelings to one another etc. So i've never thought that asexuality could find a place beetween your worlds

But that was awesome news to read! Thank you.

I usually headcanon El as Ace, but I'm curious how did you connect Jason with asexuality? Is he just Ace or is he also aro?

This isn't aggressive at all, i so appreciate your sharing with me! I definitely use sex as a means to explore connections with the main characters, absolutely, but I would love to write and explore more asexual characters in this fandom. I've written several in other fics/fandoms before. For me, exploring Jason was a really beautiful thing, and it was only towards the end that I began realising he would discover himself to be asexual later on. There are numerous cues and empathic identifiers for me as a writer and I tend to get very deeply involved in the character's head spaces, all of them, so I feel like I know very confidently their story as it would run naturally beyond my telling of it. Jason feels, to me, inately asexual in all the ways that I personally understand asexuality and as I said, you're absolutely right, I write sex a LOT, Jason isn't the main character duo in this and so I felt confident and comfortable in being true to my exploration of him. Asexuality is a beautiful and valid part of the LGBTQ+ spectrum and like all those elements, I have deep love and respect for it and would love to write more characters in this way when it feels right to do so for me personally. I also headcanon Max as eventually coming out trans in later years, which I would love to write about at some point.

Thank you again! 💜💜💜

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muffinrecord · 9 months

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Goodbye Storage was pretty good and I have some thoughts after finishing it-

First off, it's another example of how Magia Record will choose the most convoluted explanation whenever possible instead of doing something far more simple and understandable and SOMEHOW making it work. Additionally, it'll have like... a lot of exposition that you just can't look at too hard.

Like Mikoto starts off the first ten minutes with a billion revelations on how her new parasite-powers/witchdom stuff works. How the fuck does she know any of that. How did she piece that together while she's in a dark void. How.

But you know what? Once you get past those three minutes, it's all good. Hanna and Mikoto have such a good god damn dynamic, wow. There are moments with surprising heart and clarity. Moments that make you think, "someone writing this really went through something." Hanna and Mikoto feel like real people-- they go back and forth on things. Sometimes Mikoto will feel one way and then completely backtrack and feel another, and it's not in a character-breaking way, but it feels more like someone who is standing on unsteady ground, who thinks one way and feels another.

Hanna does the anime trope thing of "I will be a villain to prove that heroism is right" which tbh I kind of hate because who the fuck does that irl. No one.

But it's okay, because honestly-- Hanna is not in a good state of mind here at all. Girl is clearly going through it. She had a horrible start to her life, still going through the horrors, she made her first friend then that friend BECAME A WITCH RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER IN A HORRID PAINFUL MANNER. THEN THAT FRIEND BECOMES A GHOST??? LIVING IN HANNA'S BRAIN??? LIKE. BRUH.

It doesn't surprise me that she's made her plan all convoluted. She's clearly not mentally well at the moment. I don't mean that in a diagnosis kind of way, but like the girl is traumatized and not thinking straight.

There's also all sorts of ways that you can dig into the event. It's straightforward on some stuff so you have a place to latch on to but it's ambiguous enough on other things so that you have enough wiggle room to have interesting interpretations and variances. Like;

Is Mikoto's presence making Hanna do things that she wouldn't normally want to do? Hanna wants heroism to win out. She wants to lose. Is that because, deep down, she's doing something she doesn't want to do?

I mean, Hanna has never been the nicest person either. It's possible she would have done this anyways-- but it's also possible that Mikoto's presence made Hanna even more extreme than she was before, or pushed her more than she ever would have gone.

There's just a lot of good stuff in it.

If you haven't watched it, I highly recommend it. It does have weak writing moments sometimes but it also has really really strong ones. I think it's def up there as one of my favorites now.

It's kind of a shame that both of them are dead, cause I really digged their dynamic. It felt very... earnest. Sometimes they yell at each other, sometimes they disagree and misread one another. They both want to make the other one happy, but they go about it in selfish ways that the other one doesn't want. But that's not a bad thing. It feels like it's because they're young. Like they need to make mistakes to learn how to love the way they want to be loved and to love another.

But that's the whole problem, isn't it? Mikoto is dead. Hanna will be dead soon too. They're not going to have a future where those mistakes build a foundation for them. This is it for them.

IDK. It's good bro.

#Magia Record #Goodbye Storage #Mikoto Sena #Hanna Sarasa

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ajaxsprettyboy · 2 years

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Anniversary

Xiao x reader - fluff + smut

Waking up that day was a struggle, I smelled the coffee my mom had brewed for herself and immediately became overcome with a horrendous headache. It took sheer unadulterated willpower to not throw up dinner because of how pungent the smell was.

After nearly throwing my guts up through my esophagus, I walked downstairs and greeted my mother. She said something about what she was doing that day and honestly I wasn’t paying attention, it had nothing to do with me so I had no real reason to care.

She drove me to school and we said our goodbyes, the first day of the second semester of senior year, what a mouthful. I put on my best I’m-totally-not-falling-asleep face and walked up to Childe and Aether, Lumine was off talking to someone I wasn’t sure I knew, they had pretty brown hair though.

We walked into the school and sat in the cafeteria until the bell rang, then we could go to our lockers and first period. I had a tech class, in the nicest way possible, the absolute worst group to be with at 7 in the morning. I mean come on, Itto, please. Nobody wants to hear you screaming about your bug collection to the girl that oh so obviously has a crush on you.

But alas, what is there to do but stick with Childe. He was a popular guy, active in most sports, does lots of things around school, overall a nice guy. He’s got money though, so that’s probably why he became so popular in the first place. We’ve been friends for years though-I mean, I know his daily routine by heart.

Regardless, he’s definitely got other friends he talks to more often, but I still hold the title of ‘Best Friend’. It’s not all bad though, people tend to care about you more when you’re a popular boy’s friend. That’s cool I guess.

Anyway, we sat talking till the bell rang then off to second period, which was math, calculus to be exact. Mr. V. is a bitch so people ignore his bullshit rants and do the homework in class. Ganyu sits with me though so it’s not terrible.

Once we get to 3rd period I knew it’s time to start paying attention, more awake and aware. For…health. I already knew all the content for this class so I just doodle the class period away, soon enough it’s time for lunch.

I sit with Ayato, Ayaka, Aether, Lumine, Ningguang, and Beidou typically, but today I decided to sit with Ganyu and Keqing. Well, Ganyu, Keqing, and someone I’d never seen before, I think she said her name was Lisa. She was the girl Lumine was talking to earlier, I don’t know how she didn’t get dress coded with that top but I let it go considering it’s her first day.

The rest of the day draged on, khaenri'ahn, English, science, and so on. My mom expected me to walk home today so I was going off to a local coffee shop to study, and it started raining. Luckily, Childe was kind enough to drive me home rather than the coffee shop and stayed with me for a while. After an hour he began to leave, not without cleaning the living room before he left.

Nothing crazy happened during that hour, that was really two including the cleaning time, besides a sentence that kept crawling back in my head. “Ya’ know, my friend really likes you, he’s just to pussy to say something.” I mean there are guys who like me but one told them that I wasn’t too Interested in having a relationship at the time.

Maybe mystery man is one of them but I don’t think any of them are really close with Childe so what does he mean? Is he one of our under-classmen? That’s a possibility but I don’t understand why one of them would like me, unless it’s a hallway crush thing…

Days went by and I began getting small gifts left at my seat, or letters left in my locker. “This is so cliché I feel like I’m in a bad Hallmark movie!” I said to Lumine, knowing she’s been in stranger situations. “I don’t know there’s been worse, I mean look at Itto and his little friend.” She laughed, I won’t lie I giggled too. But honestly, this was getting weird.

He must’ve heard me speaking to her because the next lot of notes and letters were signed “X” in fancy penmanship. I know of only four people with ‘X’ names, Xiao, Xingqiu, Xiangling, and, Xinyan. Xiangling and Xinyan are both girls so that leaves Xingqiu and Xiao.

Xingqiu is years younger than us, so it must be Xiao right? I talk it over with Ganyu and Childe, who confirmed it was him, to make sure I wasn’t crazy. So maybe I had a crush on Xiao for a while and maybe he might like me back, no biggie, right?

“So how do I confront him? I’ll just ask him out! No that’s stupid…” my voice trailed off as I realized he was standing right in front of me. “Oh! Hey! Uh, would you maybe wanna, ehem, would you wanna go ou- get coffee? Tea? Coffee sometime ? “ “sure”

Sure? Sure? That’s all he said, okay uhh, “Cool! What day and time?” Shit where are we going though? “After school today if you can would be preferable.” Okay uhh, “sure, yeah, so uh, where though?” Please somewhere good please somewhere good please please please, “ just the shop down the street, meet me at the main entrance.” How is he so calm, oh my, fuck. “Okay! See you then!”

All I could think about the whole day was how stupid I sounded next to a completely stoic man, I kept decently cool though…after the whole initial bit there. It’s last period already? Fuck, fuck, fuck, what if I keep him waiting? Shit- oh.

He’s just getting out of class too? Okay good good..wait obviously it’s last period! Anyway uh get your stuff and okayyyy waiting for him and “Hey Xiao!“ “didn’t keep you waiting did i? Anyway, shall we go?” “We shall!” I follow him, his car is so nice, it smells new. Ew that’s weird don’t say that, okay uhh here we are.

The way he drives is kinda hot, the way he parks too? Okay well now maybe I’m just getting worked up because it’s my first date in a while… no he’s just hot- okay! “We’re here” “oh yeah! Sorry, was sort of daydreaming..” he chuckled and opened my door for me…he’s a gentleman too?

He’s so nice, he opened the door for me to go in before him, pulled out my chair, and pushed it in! I’ll have to pay because this is just too much to not repay. “What do you two want to get?” The waitress! God, she spooked me, I was just getting out my wallet so I could tell him to pay with my money but I guess when you sit down they come up and take your order.

“I’ll have a black iced coffee with French vanilla flavoring and a plate of almond tofu, please.” The waitress wrote down some things in scribbles I couldn’t understand much, “and for you?” I thought for a moment before answering, “I’ll have (your drink order) and… mmm maybe a chicken wrap?“ she started writing again, “will that be all?” We both nodded our heads.

We spoke with the usual small talk until our orders came, and once they did we began sipping and eating. In between bites and gulps we spoke about school and other things not as important, seeing as it’s our last year at this school it’s somewhat pointless to care as much about the sports we play or played. He spoke about baseball though, he seemed to enjoy talking about it. With my limited knowledge I asked questions here and there, which seemed to make him happy.

Once we were done we called our waitress over, “I can pay,” “No let me pay I was the one who asked you.” I watched as he continued to take out his wallet and sighed, “at least let me pay for your gas.” He nodded as he put the money in the shop’s card holder. He walked me out and pushed my seat in after me before I got the chance to do so, making me feel worse about not being able to pay.

“We still have a long time before it’ll get dark out, do you wanna do something?” I asked, hoping he had something he wanted to do. “Mm wanna go back to mine? My dad’s not gonna care, he’ll just tell you stories from when he was younger.” I nodded my head and texted my mom that I was going to a friends house, to which she replied with a gif saying ‘use protection!’ With a dancing condom. I silently groaned at my mom’s antics, before saying something about how it’s not like that.

Oh how wrong I was, once we got there I met his dad, Mr. Zhongli. We spoke to him for a while then went to Xiao’s room. He goes on to tell me about the things he has in his room, his cat named tofu, who’s a sphinx cat, and things about his friends. While he was talking I was admiring the architecture of his house and room, it was beautiful.

We spoke for hours, my phone occasionally buzzing, my friends texting me about something. I’m sure they think I’m getting laid right now, but this guy isn’t going to do anything on the first date. By the time 7:30 rolled around we laughed at their ideas of us hooking up, and then he drove me home. Unfortunately he met my mom, who doted on him a little too much.

Thankfully, though his dad had called him to get him home for dinner before it could get too bad. He left and my mom teased me until I walked away from the table. She giggled as I thanked her for dinner and cleaned my plate. Walking up to my room, I got ready for bed and fell asleep without even getting under the covers.

One date was amazing, but one turned into two, two turned into four, four into eight, eight into a couple. It’s been a month now, when I went over his house I noticed a bag on his dresser, he was on his bed, getting pillows for our pillow fort, and I asked him what was in the bag. I was just folding the blanket as I asked, it was an innocent question! “A box of condoms.” He replied, somehow unfazed. I dropped the blanket in shock, causing him to laugh.

“Don’t worry, they’re not mine, Childe asked me to get them for him, he was shopping with his little siblings when he realized he needed more, thus provoking him to ask me.” “Ohh, I mean I wasn’t worried but definitely shocked.” “They could be mine if you want them to be though,” he teased. I slapped his shoulder and carried the blanket off to the living room, making him laugh as he hopped from his bed to follow me.

Subtle hints that he’s ready to have sex with me persisted until we were close to our four month anniversary, then I made a few hints, and finally the day came. Our four month anniversary, we were at his place, considering we spent all the others at mine, and he had another box of condoms, this time for his own use.

It started off slowly, we waited till his father left for work, then he locked his door, making sure his cat wouldn’t walk in. Slow kissing, our mouths interwoven, creating a hot atmosphere. He was feeling up and down on my body, clothes mindlessly flew off layer by layer, our mouthes only disconnecting to rid ourselves of our tops and undergarments.

He opened the box and tore off a small black square from a link, setting it beside us on his bedside table. He took my left nipple in his mouth, the right being toyed with as his other had touched my sex. He played with my sex enough to prepare me for his finders going in my hole. He spit on his fingers before shoving them in, well, one at first, then two, and finally three.

He curled them inside me while also making sure to move back and forth. He then tore open the condom, rolling it down his shaft. He slowly pushed himself into me, making sure to continuously look up at me for approval, and once I told him to move it was shallow and slow thrusts. “Harder” I groaned, “fuck-yeah!”

He complied, his thrusts became rougher, he didn’t speed up though, until I told him to. The bed creaked with every thrust and he groaned, mumbled something about how good I felt around him. The feeling of his cock stroking in and out of my insides was phenomenal. This went on for hours, the room was filled with pants, groans, moans, and slurred words.

Thankfully he had a bathroom in his room making cleanup much easier, his sheets though, needed to be changed. They were stained with bodily fluids, we both got in the shower, him after me. Then we got dressed and changed his sheets, the new ones fresh out of the dryer. Tofu was cuddling me, on my chest while Xiao put his dirty sheet in the wash.

His dad didn’t come back until another hour had passed. Thankfully we were just playing with tofu while watching a movie, Major League to be exact. He came in to check on us, saying something about how he’d be making our shared favorite of his fathers dishes. He called us down for dinner an hour later. As we ate he congratulated us on four months of dating then spoke about his and our day, we lied saying we were watching movies all day.

Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. There were movies going on in the background, we just weren’t paying attention. He believed it and offered to clean our plates for us in which Xiao happily obliged before I could say anything. He laughed at my shocked face then said, “wanna build a pillow fort?”

#snow.writes #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact xiao #genshin xiao #xiao fluff #xiao smut #modern genshin au

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gravesphillip · 1 year

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Love the theme! Graves Dosent get enough love!! How about ghost graves or gaz (the 3 gs) with an insecure s/o?? Thanks!!

Thank you for the request!! I decided to do all 3 sperately on one blog. I hope headcanons are good enough and what you were asking for, enjoy!

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 "𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭" 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

I feel like if you told him you were insecure or if he found out somehow he wouldn't necessarily understand at first. He doesn't understand others emotions that well and us horrible at showing empathy to others due to his trauma. Very slowly he'll understand but most times he will not catch on.

Once he eventually catches on he'll ask why you are insecure about whatever you are insecure about, genuinely confused to why you are at first.

He'll probably make lame ass jokes to make you feel better and change the mood, or just tell you that you look fine.

The most he'll do is cuddle with you until you feel better, he barely understands.

𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

If you're a close person to Graves and he realizes you're insecure about something he'll show concern 100%.

Type of dude to then always comment that thing you're insecure about and say like "Dont insult yourself like that." Or "Why do you think that way about yourself?" He means it in the nicest way possible though.

Probably is also the kind of dude to then always caress the areas your insecure about. (If a physical insecurity and possible.)

Typically would not understand at first honestly, just like Ghost.

𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 "𝐆𝐚𝐳" 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜��

Definitely much more understanding than the other two, immediately understands and doesn't ask any questions.

Would talk with you and distract you from those thoughts for a good while until you've forgotten about it.

Amazing at showing empathy for others, especially his s/o.

Would tell you to embrace your insecurities more than hide them.

#modern warfare 2 #fluff #short headcanons #gaz #kyle garrick #simon riley #ghost #phillip graves #gravesphillip

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personasintro · 11 months

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Hey Mimi 😊

I’m usually a silent reader, but I have some things to say. I’ve been reading these asks that people send you about MH, about their jealousy and them falling in love and you denying it. I personally think that it is very subjective, I mean if you want to believe that they’re already in love than no one is stopping you, or if you think that JK is jealous that’s your interpretation which I also think it’s fine. I think people should be more respectul towards you and also towards other readers, not everyone is looking for drama and some of us actually know how to be patient because we UNDERSTAND that the author has a life outside of this screen and she also doesn’t owe us anything. I often think that if this was a finished story or if you didn’t create this space for us to ask stuff they wouldn’t complain like some fuckin spoiled children and also they wouldn’t dare saying some of these things in your face in real life. I honestly encourage some of you to calm the fuck down and let Mimi write her stories the way she pleases, as she already said that she’ll do, countless of times.

As for you Mimi, I really appreciate that you interact with your readers and I hope you don’t take most of these to heart. Also, I’m so excited to see how Employed unfolds, I really like boss Jk 🤭

You’re right! I said this a long time ago too, if ppl didn’t have any place to complain, they simply just wouldn’t. Some people use the opportunity of asks, messages and comments to complain and not only that, but be literal assholes. Comments, that’s the one I get (kinda) because ppl usually comment all sorts of things. But coming directly to the writer and sending them messages like this, knowing there’s a high chance they’re gonna read it and the purpose of that message is nothing but childish, demanding, frustrating and full of negativity… just blows my mind every time 🤯 you guys know I love having a discussion with y’all, no matter whether it’s positive, neutral or even negative, as long as its purpose is not to harm. But I need everyone to be respectful. You can always write a message in more respectful and calm way.

It’s funny when people get mad at me because I simply just don’t agree with them or don’t care. I said this million times and I will again, if you don’t like any of my stories and they don’t go accord to your preference, just don’t read them. I mean this in the nicest way possible. Really, just leave and don’t send any negativity because it never does any good. Let’s all just do our own thing and maybe this app and world will be a better place 💫

Thank you for this ask!! 🩵🫶

#ask: anon

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golbrocklovely · 13 days

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im pretty sure we've talked about this multiple times before and no hate to the girl this is probably just me being insecure about myself but honestly im not even surprised about the girl colby is dating clearly shes had some plastic surgery done but i was really rooting for him to be dating a girl that's natural and it sucks to see all this plastic surgery on social media. it seems like the only girls guys date on here are the same body type; big boobs, big butt, small waist.. i guess i just wish there was more natural body representation if that makes sense

i've said my stance on this a number of times but i'll say it again just to make it a bit clearer.

while i understand why you might think this way, bc genuinely i've been in your shoes before, allow me to explain why i don't think like this anymore.

i wrote way too much so i'm sorry in advance lol

this is the first time, ever, that colby has admitted to dating a specific girl. we've seen some that we can guess he was with, or maybe had something going on there, but no actual full on confirmations. so there is really nothing to base malia off of.

we don't know what colby's type is. i know a lot of ppl think they have an idea but reality is we don't know bc we're not colby/we don't know him like that. he has been with a lot of different girls over the years and none of them are similar in anyway, body wise.

now, i know you're not trying to say this, but how your statement comes across is us vs them. or really "anyone that's gotten work done is lesser than those that haven't." bc if there really was no difference between someone that hasn't had work vs someone who has, you wouldn't be talking about this at all. you turn plastic surgery into a negative when in a lot of ways it can be positive.

but that's not to negate the negative effects society has place on women to look a certain way and thus the absolute rise in plastic surgery, fillers, and botox over the years. societal standards of beauty are bullshit and misogyny harms all of us.

i do have to ask, or just raise the question of… do you feel this same way about katelyn? or kat even? bc they were both skinny, pretty, dark haired girls that sam dated/is dating. and yet, you aren't asking him to date a more "natural" shaped woman. i just wanna know why colby has to be the exception. i'm also sure you know men in your own life who have types. do you call them out for only dating those types? just wondering.

i'm saying this as someone who has been in your exact shoes years ago. when i first got into the fandom, i genuinely was upset at colby for his dating habits and felt like he would never date someone that looked like me and that also led to me not ever feeling like i could be reposted by them for merch pics, bc bodies like mine just aren't as accepted.

but i need to make it abundantly clear: you have to stop relying on snc to make you love yourself. and i mean that in the nicest way possible.

snc are two random guys who most likely don't know who you are. you cannot rely on them to bring your self esteem up or to make you feel worthy of love. you have to do internal work and find a way to love yourself regardless of others, bc at the end of the day - you only have yourself.

i love snc, truly, but i don't give a rat's ass if they would find me hot. i find me hot. and that's all that matters. anyone that doesn't find me hot… that's their loss. bc i'm cute, have a big ass, and i'm funny.

10s across the board if you ask me lol

but to bring it back to snc, or colby specifically, the amount of insecurities i have towards myself were not his fault. he was not the one that made me feel like shit about myself, so i cannot take it out on him to try and fix me. he is one person with his own set of issues, who doesn't know i exist. and while it's easier to blame him and wish he was the one stand out, wattpad bf i wish he could be, reality is he too probably also likes a woman with big tits and a big ass. and there ain't nothing wrong with that, since he probably ALSO likes a girl with a personality too. bc fun fact, women with big tits and ass can also have a nice personality.

i'm not saying any of this to be mean to you genuinely. i get your thought process and feelings 100%. i just think you are placing a lot of your frustration on the wrong person. society as a whole is to blame for why you and i don't like ourselves. if anything, colby has helped me like myself more. i think we should try not to let his personal choices feel like a strike against us, if that makes any sense. he isn't dating someone like malia out of spite bc of plus size/natural body type fans. he's dating her bc he loves her, bc he found someone that makes him open up for the first time in a long time. and that should be celebrated, rather than shot down.

#ask #personal #cb ll

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sirowsky-stories · 13 days

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The Flowers Always Know

Chapter 7 - Perfectly Awkward Things

Description: Seeking out Marcus for answers turned out to be fruitful in more ways than one.

**Beware! Author chooses NOT to display warnings on the individual chapters of this story. Read at your own risk!**

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Word Count: 3884 (1831 words added) Masterlist (this story)

“My mother did what?” Marcus exclaimed in shock after you knocked on his office door and asked if he had a minute to talk, before telling him about the events of the morning.

He’d looked so happy to see you, which had made it very difficult to remember why you’d come to visit him at all.

“Yep. Suddenly I see why you felt the need to protect me from her. I still haven’t decided if I like her or not.”

“I should think the answer would be ‘absolutely not’, after waking up to that,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “But I guess now we know what she was up to yesterday.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I was fuming,” you recalled with emphasis. “I just can’t help but admire her sass. I could’ve done without the weird questions, though. I mean, unless you’re a florist or trying to impress someone, a deep-dive into the history of their favourite flower isn’t exactly the most enticing subject.”

But hearing that made Marcus look extremely nervous, suddenly.

“She asked you what flowers you like?” he wondered, and he sounded as though this one topic could somehow ruin his life, which of course only made you that much more confused.

“Yeah, do you know what that’s about?” you asked, subconsciously leaning forwards in the sofa as your curiosity peaked.

He was sitting across from you, in an identical sofa on the other side of a coffee table, and he’d been leaning forwards the whole time you’d been there. But he now fell back against the backrest, as if needing to be as far from you as possible.

“Uh, it’s something she does sometimes. She loves flowers, always has. She’s got the nicest garden you’ve ever seen, and she knows everything about every flower there is. But she has this… I don’t know… insight, maybe? Don’t ask me how the flowers are involved, cause I’ve been trying to figure that out my entire life, but she somehow just knows shit. She asks about your favourite flower and whatever response you give, it tells her something more than what you’ve actually said. Almost like it… connects her to you. I honestly don’t know if it’s an ability or just her extensive understanding of both people and flora, but whatever it is, as far as I know, she’s only ever used it to-...”

He cut himself off then, as if he’d been about to say something wrong, or inappropriate. He’d been looking around the room while he’d spoken, occasionally flickering back to you, but now that his gaze returned to focus fully on you… you could’ve sworn he was blushing.

“To… what?” you tried to prompt, but he just cleared his throat and adjusted himself in the sofa.

“Um, that’s not important right now. I’ll talk to her about staying away from you,” he dodged, and you thought about pushing him to answer, but he seemed uncomfortable enough that you decided not to.

You’d known him long enough by now to know that he rarely avoided a subject unless there was good cause. Plus, you already knew that any effort he made to keep his mother away from you probably wouldn’t be successful, and that thought brought you back to your original reason for coming here.

“Hah, good luck with that,” you cautioned with thickly layered sarcasm.

“What do you mean?”

“Only that the point of the weird questions was apparently to assess me for a job, which she then hired me for, without telling me anything about it. Does she even have the authority to hire people? How much pull does she have here?” you questioned, hoping to learn more about the elusive woman.

But Marcus looked only baffled.

“Your guess is as good as mine, really. I’ve never known what my mother does here, besides meddle in everything and bark orders at everyone. She’s not officially employed here anymore, but given how everyone treats her, it’s safe to say she has a lot of power among the Heroics organization. So, if she wants to give you a job, you can be sure they’ll let her. She didn’t say anything about the position at all? Not even which branch?”

“Only that I have to be here at 7am tomorrow if I wanna take it, and the assumption I made was that it would mean I’d be working for her. But I’m not sure about any of this.”

His office was a surprisingly comfortable room. The furniture was all wood, either in light colours or just lacquered so the veins and life of the trees could be seen. And while there was a good-sized desk with an ergonomic chair (the only piece of furniture which wasn’t made of wood), those were pushed into a corner, to make room for the two big, soft, moss-coloured sofas in the middle of the space, where you were now seated.

There was a small potted plant sat in the middle of the coffee table between you. You didn’t know what type of plant it was, but it suited Marcus somehow. Beautiful leaves, large but somewhat fragile, growing tightly to conceal the surprisingly thick and sturdy stems, and you got the distinct impression that this plant could take a lot more than anyone thought.

Seeming more nervous again, he got up and rounded the little table to come and sit down next to you instead, and you had a feeling it was mostly to comfort himself. Not that you ever minded his proximity.

“I really don’t know what this might be about. She’s never wanted or needed an assistant, but I can’t think of anything else she might want you to do,” he pondered, and you leaned back again so you could see him.

“I’m just an artisan, a craftswoman. I design logo’s, sew and knit, make sculptures and ceramics, the occasional leather or metalworks. Small things for individual buyers, never anything large scale. I’ve never done anything else.”

“Maybe she thinks we need re-branding,” he offered, probably as a joke, but at this point, you were about ready to believe anything.

“Have you heard any discussions about something like that?”

“Nope.”

“Shit,” you slumped further and closed your eyes for a moment. “I don’t know what to do.”

Abruptly restless, you opened your eyes again before getting up and starting to pace about the room, still relishing in the fact that you were even able to stand up without assistance. But you missed the disappointed look on Marcus’ face as you left his side. And before he could object, you launched into a speech about all the things you’d been mulling over in your head while you’d cleaned your house.

“I mean, she’s right, I need a job. It’s not like my former employer could just wait for me to get better while a third of her entire workforce was missing, with no word on whether or not I’d even be able to come back. She had to replace me; I get that. It’s just that it’s a very difficult business to get back into, because most of them are small and privately owned and they hire people they know are good and then stick with them. I should know, I’d been with that company for a decade. And yeah, I’ve played with the idea of maybe trying to start a business of my own, but that’s not easy, especially when I have no experience or training as a business owner or production manager. Not to mention the economics, taxes, legal crap…”

You sighed into a grunt as you came to a stop behind the sofa across from Marcus and rested your hands on the back of it. So much of your life still had to change before anything would have a chance to get back to some manner of normal. And it all seemed so big and difficult, and you didn’t want any more of that. You’d had more than enough of difficult to last you the rest of your life. In that sense, being offered a job out of the blue was a gift. The problem was, you felt like there was a catch, which meant you didn’t trust it.

“At the same time, I can’t help but feel that working here… Ugh, I don’t know,” you speculated, somehow feeling trapped. “I can’t see how I could possibly do anything here that would make me feel like I was contributing.”

“Hey, come here, hermosa,” he suggested, patting the seat next to him.

You brightened a bit, hearing one of his nicknames for you. You’d gotten so used to them in the past three months, the sounds of them felt like home to you now, even though you didn’t speak Spanish, beyond “hola” and “buenos dias”. Still, you’d never dared to ask him what those names meant. You had guessed the meaning of some of the words you’d heard him say, like “felicidades” when you’d succeeded on the obstacle course, but about the nicknames, you didn’t know if he was calling you something endearing or just practical.

Rounding the sofa you’d been standing behind, you sat back down not quite next to him, since you weren’t sure how comfortable you could be with him. During your recovery, he’d been up close and personal with you every day, having to touch various parts of your body to help your muscles heal. But once that had ended, there was no manual for how to behave anymore. No way to know what was appropriate beyond the professional. And it wasn’t like such a thing ever came up in casual conversation.

Once you’d settled in, he angled himself towards you, and feeling your temperature rise with his closeness, you begged for an interesting subject to pop into your head. Fortunately, that was when you suddenly remembered the word his mother had called you when she’d spoken to you. Granted, not the most interesting topic ever, but since things were getting more awkward by the second, you decided it was as good a question as any.

“What does ‘mujer’ mean?”

“Woman,” he said without pause, and then cocked his head to the side, probably confused by the apparent randomness of the question. “Why do you ask?”

“Anita called me that.”

“Yeah, she does that. She still calls me boy. Chico, or hijo if she’s in a good mood. She claims it’s just her way of calling it like it is, but I suspect in most cases, it’s just because she doesn’t bother to memorize people’s names,” he tutted, which almost made you snicker because it was such a Marcus thing to do.

But there was another question burning a hole in your brain, and you were too busy fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, trying to decide if you dared to ask, to fully appreciate his adorable little tut.

“Oh, I see,” you answered generically, while working up the courage. “Um, since we’re on the subject, I was wondering… about hermosa?”

He responded by smiling that melting smile of his, damned near taking your breath away.

“It means beautiful,” he softly explained, and something in his eyes turned liquid and hypnotizing.

Shit. You just had to go there, and now you were blushing like an idiot, not knowing where to look or what to say or how to behave like a normal fucking person. He seemed only delighted, though.

“I’d happily call you something in English, if you’d prefer,” he offered, sounding entirely sincere and much too inviting. “Like sweetheart,” he added, barely over a whisper now.

But you couldn’t look at him, so you didn’t know if he was being flirty or just friendly. If he was saying that he wanted you to be his sweetheart, or that he just wanted to call you that. You couldn’t tell if your own desires were tainting what you heard to make it sound more involving and romantic than it actually was. Coming here had been about discussing his mother and the job, not give yourself more opportunities to fall even harder for the guy.

You had, though. You’d probably fallen for him the moment you’d first heard his voice that day in the med-chamber. Every day since then had been spent in either denial or a continued attempt to confirm that you had no shot with this man. It had never been this difficult to be around him when you’d been recovering, even though you’d been attracted to him, because there’d been a professional barrier separating you. It was only in the last few weeks when you hadn’t really needed him anymore, it had started getting out of hand.

Maybe because against all odds, there could be a slim chance he liked you as more than a friend as well. Or perhaps you just needed to know, either way. For the moment, all you wanted was for the pressing awkwardness to end.

“Uh… you can call me whatever you like,” you timidly responded, after what seemed like hours.

“Thank you,” he replied, with a deep kind of rumbling warmth, and suddenly you had to look at him again, had to know what expression could make his voice sound like that.

Whatever you might’ve imagined, you were totally unprepared for the desire looking back at you. It had you leaning towards him like he was a magnet. And amazingly, the moment he realized what you were doing, he responded by quickly closing the remaining distance between you, as though he was afraid something would interrupt if he simply sat back and waited for you to get to him.

His lips were warm and soft as they moulded to yours, eager, but not demanding, his moustache tickling you in the sweetest way. His hands came up to cradle your jaw, holding you to him with the lightest touch, sending flares of tiny electric pulses through your skin. The rapid sensory overload had your pulse racing and your entire body flushed with the heat of arousal in the blink of an eye.

To your own shock and disbelief, both clearly dulled by your libido for the time being, a few seconds later you found yourself clambering onto his lap and straddling him. Your own lips being every bit as demanding as his hadn’t been, and your hands rough and craving against his delicate touch. But if he was surprised, he didn’t show it. His hands quickly found their way to your thighs and up your back instead, making you shiver with pleasure. Then a throaty grunt of a moan escaped him, and he opened his mouth, as if seeking refuge from the heat of his own body, by begging for entry into yours.

Panting and grinding yourself against him, feeling him harden underneath you, you were suddenly snapped back to reality by the sound of the phone on his desk ringing. You froze on his lap and pulled back to stare at him, mortified at your own reaction to what had started out as a simple kiss, literally just seconds ago. Your first kiss, no less. He grinned as he watched your face go from arousal to panic, and his arms closed tighter around you, holding you to him, while you tried to hide your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea where that came from, I’ve never done anything like this before, I don’t even know what happened…” you fumbled, wishing you could just run from the room and never come back.

“Do I look uncomfortable to you?” Marcus smirked, obviously not bothered in the least, and quite completely missing the point.

“No, but I-…” you tried, but he cut you off.

“Hermosa… you can attack me any time you like. I’ve wanted to be touched by you for a long time,” he said, still grinning happily, totally oblivious to the storm which was churning inside you.

“You don’t understand. I’m not like this,” you sighed, looking for the right words, and strangely feeling more comfortable talking about it the longer you went. “I’m not… confident, not about sex. I’ve never been the one to instigate, much less push or demand more. I don’t ever do that, it’s not in my nature.”

Finally realizing that you weren’t just being bashful, but that your own actions were genuinely frightening you, he frowned while softening his grip around you and stroking your back soothingly.

“Hey, don’t be scared. I’m not in any hurry with you. If you need to understand this before you’re willing to take things further, then that’s what you need to do. Just… promise me you won’t shut me out. Please?”

You stared at him, utterly enthralled, your hands drooping down onto his chest while you tried to process the truths behind his words. That he was willing to take things slow even though you’d just teased him in the worst conceivable way, just so you’d be comfortable with him. But more than that, he obviously wanted to be included, to be a part of your life. Which wouldn’t matter to him unless he was looking for something long term. Holy shit. You’d just come here to ask for his advice…

“Y-You are real, right?” you asked him, so staggered by this revelation that you needed to make sure. “This isn’t some perfect fantasy I dreamed up, is it?”

His smile came back even wider before he answered, and there was a happy little laughter hiding in every syllable.

“Of course I’m real, sweetheart. You could never dream up someone so dorky.”

“You’re not dorky,” you countered with conviction, and you guessed that it was probably the stern look on your face which made his laughter blossom.

“According to Missy, who’s known me a lot longer than you, I am the Superdork of dorks. But I’m apparently also very lovable,” he finished with a wink, finally making you laugh too.

“That I can agree with. And I’ll promise not to shut you out if you’ll do the same for me.”

“Somehow, I get the feeling this is one promise that’ll be easer for me to keep than it will be for you. But I promise.”

“You might be right, but that’s just because I haven’t had any people in my life I could rely on, ever since I was a kid,” you told him, and the mirth cooled a bit.

You hadn’t told him anything about your family yet, and you didn’t want to, so you were relieved when he didn’t ask about them.

“In that case, from now on, I’ll consider it my mission to make sure you always know you can lean on me,” he added to his promise, still smiling so warmly.

“I don’t know how I can ever deserve you, but I sure as shit won’t turn you down,” you smiled back. “Thank you. For this and everything else. And I promise not to shut you out.”

He just kept meeting your eyes with unflinching focus, and gently caressed your cheek. You leaned into the warmth of his hand for a moment, but then you suddenly remembered exactly where you were sitting, and your cheeks began to flush under his gentle touch.

“Um… I should maybe…” you tried, while you started working to move yourself off his lap.

His grin widened and his eyes turned playful as he realized what you were blushing about, but he quickly offered you a helping hand to make sure you got up with your dignity intact. Thank goodness you’d opted for jeans today, rather than a skirt or dress. He straightened himself up a bit on the sofa, and you moved to sit down across from him again, taking a breath to try to cool yourself down.

Then you both visibly flinched when the door abruptly flung open, and Mrs. Moreno appeared on the threshold. She didn’t even glace in your direction, keeping her eyes on her son, although she most certainly knew you were there, there was no way she didn’t see you in her periphery. But you also got the impression she’d known before even opening the door. Just like you were sure she knew that something… heated, had happened between her son and you.

You made a mental note to check the room for cameras or microphones later, because that timing was eerily perfect.

“Honestly, chico, what’s happened to your manners lately? You can’t even be bothered to answer the phone anymore?” she chided, and you stifled a curse trying to spill from your lips as it dawned on you that it had been her calling earlier, also with impeccable timing.

“Wow, mom. You barge into my office without even knocking, or saying hello, being extremely rude to my guest, and yet, I’m the one with no manners? Really?” Marcus challenged, clearly truly sick of his mother’s meddling.

She, on the other hand, was apparently immune to his retorts, completely ignoring his challenge as she turned to you instead.

“I was not expecting you until tomorrow, but since you’re here, we might as well get started,” she declared, and then swept around and left the room while delivering a final command: “Come along, mujer.”

“Mrs. Moreno, I-…” you tried, but she was already gone, so you sighed and looked at Marcus who just shook his head, still staring after her. “She’s the one who called? That timing was-…”

“Don’t even go there,” he cut you off, cautioning you. “She’s omniscient, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You looked towards the open doorway and felt yourself frown, although if it was out of confusion or frustration you couldn’t tell.

“I don’t know if I wanna go after her. I haven’t even decided if I want the job.”

“Don’t let her push you around, sweetheart. If you want to take the time to think about it, you have every right to,” he reminded you, and you turned your head back to meet his gaze, scrunching your nose up at him in a childish manner.

“I think I prefer hermosa,” you declared, which brought his grin back, but before he could reply, you heard Anita shout after you from further down the corridor. “On the other hand, I can always resign from a job I’ve already taken, so I could go find out just what it is she wants me to do, and if I don’t like it, at least I’ll know.”

You sighed with equal parts irritation and sulkiness, then you got up and he mirrored you, cutting you off from leaving by stepping in front of you and taking your hands.

“Remember, whatever happens, I’m here. If you need anything I’ll be there, and if you can’t find me, call me,” he reassured you, letting his hands slide up your arms and come to rest at the top of your shoulders, before he leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you,” you said, closing your eyes and inhaling the scent of him, hoping to bring it with you for extra strength.

Then Mrs. Moreno shouted again, louder this time, making you growl as you stepped around Marcus to follow her down the corridor.

“If I haven’t called within the next two minutes, you can go ahead and officially declare me a saint.”

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May I? - Arn

You had your differences with your co-workers occasionally, which was a given being stuck on a small research station on a planet far away from home, but the way Arn had avoided you the past couple of weeks was irritating to say the least. Especially since you couldn't remember having offended or insulted him in some way. So when lunchtime rolled around you decided to confront him.

You filled your bowl with something you assumed was a Goulash from KB-1 but you weren't quite sure. It was sustenance so you would surely not complain. You looked over the small dining area and spotted Arn easily. Confidently you walked to his table and simply sat down in front of him.

"Hi Arn." the tone of your voice was polite.

He looked at you slightly confused but nodded as a greeting.

"Lieutenant." he nervously blinked. Then he directed his attention back to his food.

You mirrored him and started to eat. It didn't taste like Goulash but it was good. After a few mouthfuls you looked back at Arn. His pitch black eyes were firmly fixed on his bowl.

"Arn are you angry with me?"

His head shot up in surprise.

"Why would I be angry with you?"

You wanted to raise an eyebrow as if to say "really dude?" but held back. Arn had only recently joined the crew and was still more of an outsider.

"I've noticed that you've been avoiding me. So what's that about?" you leaned a little forward.

"I just... I just wanted to give you some room and peace."

"Why is that?"

"You are on your period are you not?" he said in an understanding tone. A small smile on his mouth. You were always surprised how a species without lips could smile so prettily. But the surprise at that moment was mostly over his comment.

"I was... Two weeks ago. Who told you?"

"The Major mentioned it and that it would be best to leave you alone, since you'd get irrationally angry at people. Was that wrong?" he seemed honestly confused.

You sighed in frustration. Arn looked worried but you would deal with him in a moment. You got up and walked over to the table of the Major and two other crewmates. When you approached they all looked up at you. You tapped the Majors shoulder and she half turned around.

"What's up Lieutenant?"

"Yeah hi. Could you please stop telling people when I have my period?" you said in the fakest friendly voice you could muster without yelling.

She chuckled and shrugged.

"Well I don't have to tell people if you're being so touchy. Makes it quiet obvious."

You had a deep need to scream. You plucked your First Lieutenant badge from your uniform, slammed it on the table and then unceremoniously smacked the back of the Majors head.

"By the way my dearest sister here used to have a hidious bowl cut when she was 17." you said to the others on the table who were obviously watching the drama with unabashed curiosity.

"Hey no fair! Just because you drop your badge doesn't mean you can attack a superior officer!"

"That's what we agreed upon when we both got stationed here. So suck it up or I'll actually look for some old photos of you."

She grumbled but you knew that it was her way of saying "fine, we're even now."

You picked up your badge and returned to Arn.

As you sat down you noticed that Arn looked a little fearful. Even though you'd never slap him. At least not unprompted.

"Now Arn I have a question. And I mean that in the nicest way possible: You're our medic, but do you actually know how long a human period lasts?"

His grey skin darkened around his cheeks and he averted his gaze.

"I assumed but I don't actually know... I only have some basic knowledge about the human body and its functions." His voice got quieter with every word.

"Then why were you stationed here when half the crew are humans?"

Now he sighed in frustration.

"Beats me. I heard that somebody else was supposed to come but they were needed on NiZe. Guess they didn't have anyone else."

You nodded understandingly. The Corporation was always short on medics.

"So you are not angry with me?" he asked.

You chuckled.

"My stupid sister pulled a prank on you. That's not your fault."

He smiled in relief. Damn. It was indeed a very nice smile. His four eyes were fixed on you and he started to stare at you very intently.

You smiled nervously.

When he got his serious face on he always looked like one of those fantasy aliens from some old movie. The grey smooth skin, not a single hair on his whole body. The pupilless eyes, no visible nose, the thin lines going from the corners of his mouth you knew where able to open up. His big hands with only four digits each but with more finger limbs than any humans which made them look a little spider like. He was handsome. You had thought so on your first meeting, but he was also shy and reserved. Hard to get closer.

But the way Arn looked at you now made your crotch tingle.

"Could I maybe ask for a favor, Lieutenant?"

His voice was calm as per usual. If he was insinuating something he didn't let on.

"Depends on the favor, but ask away."

You tried to get your mind out of the gutter. He was a colleague and you were his superior officer. At least out in the field. On the stations it was usually very casual. Still you couldn't sit there and let your mind wander.

"Since you now know about my embarrassing lack of knowledge, could you maybe come by the medic bay? Having someone from the species actually explain stuff would make it a lot easier."

"Sure!" you said.

And while you where at it you could admire his handsomeness up close.

He smiled back at you.

You entered the medical bay the same evening.

Arn was already waiting for you. He was sitting at his desk and studying different monitors. You walked over and looked at them over his shoulder. Schematics and long blocks of medical jargon. Riveting. You pulled up a chair and sat down next to him

"I see someone's doing his homework."

"Indeed."

"Remember I am no expert. I'm only a living specimen of what you're reading."

"Well it seems that humans aren't so different from my species. Safe for a few things." he explained.

"And the big one I have a hard time really understanding is human reproduction."

You hid a grin. The period thing had obviously stung.

Arn turned towards you. He again had this intense gaze that made your skin shiver.

"Humans reproductive organs are so different. And the pictures and schematics aren't very helpful. Would you mind stripping so I can get a real look?"

His tone of voice was calm and professional. Not a hint of flirting or ulterior motives. You fidgeted in your seat. This was embarrassing but you had promised to help him learn. And if you got injured he'd see you naked anyways.

You swallowed and tried to hide your embarrassment.

"No problem."

You got up and started to take off your uniform. You didn't look at Arn. You wouldn't be able to take his intense gaze again. Or Die in shame if he wasn't even looking. It was a little chilly in the room and your nipples began to harden as soon as you got rid of your bra. You kept your panties on for now. Arn got up as well and looked you up and down. His expression not giving away anything. You stood there stiffly and tried to look at anything but Arn.

"Your checks are flushed." he commented.

You put your hands to your face. Your checks were burning.

"It's a little embarrassing to be naked in front of a colleague..."

"Is it?" He slowly walked around you, his eyes never leaving your body.

"On my planet we only wear clothing for protection, not to hide ourselves. But we also don't reproduce like humans do."

"Oh really?"

He nodded. He held up his hand in front of your left breast.

"May I?"

You swallowed hard.

"Sure."

This was escalating. You could hardly keep yourself together. You should've just grabbed your clothes and run out and immediately left the planet.

While these thoughts were racing through your Head, Arns hand made contact with your skin. He was warm and his hand incredible soft. He was caressing your breast, pushing his fingers softly into your plump flesh. You made no noise but bit your tongue. You felt a pull behind your clit. You were getting turned on. This was bad. This was really really bad.

Arns fingers now inspected your nipple. Lightly brushing over it and this time you couldn't suppress a noise. A small whimper escaped your mouth. Arn didn't seem to notice.

"My species can't die of old age so we reproduce very rarely. And even then it is not an act of intimacy but necessity." he explained.

Now he brought up his other hand and started to examine your other breast as well. Digging his fingers into your skin and lightly pulling on your nipples.

"Does this hurt?"

You shook your head.

"I-it feels good."

"Really?" he seemed pleasently surprised and intensified his fondling.

You let out another whimper. Okay, you had to put a stop to this. This was getting way too far.

"Arn this is not good-"

He immediately stopped and looked at you.

"I mean this is not right. What you are doing is... Arousing to me. And that's not right."

You barely got the words out. This whole situation was just too much for you.

"But if it feels good for you, how can it be wrong?" he asked.

His voice sounded so enticing. You had to focus. He seemed to not really understand what he was doing so you had to take the lead and put an end to this.

"Well it's just not very appropriate to-" you looked into his eyes. Oh damn. Your common sense has had left the medical bay.

"I am very curious about sexual intercourse. How the different human genitals work together. It seems fascinating. May I have a look?"

You bit your lip. Fuck it. Whatever happened happened.

You put your thumbs into the wasteband of your panties and pulled them down. Your slick juices had pooled in them and now left a string hanging from your pussy. Fuck, you were dripping.

Arn looked at your wet cunt with curiosity and slipped his hands between your legs to catch some of your arousal. You twitched lightly and moaned in surprise.

He rubbed it in between his fingertip.

"This secretion, what is it good for?"

"It's so a penis can enter more easily."

"And your body produces it when you get aroused?"

You nodded.

"I'd like to take a closer look." he lead to you the examination table. You lied down and Arn was pushing some buttons on the electronic interface. The table shifted and put your legs up and spreaded. It was just like a gynecologists chair now. You felt embarrassed so on display, but you guessed now it was too late anyways.

Arn sat down in front of your aching pussy, still with a stone cold face. He put both his hands up and spread your pussy lips. You moaned and squirmed.

"Please hold still."

"I'll try."

His thumb rubbed over the inside of your lips, spreading your arousal. You tried to stay still, but when he slowly inserted one finger into you, your hips jerked involuntarily.

He looked up at you.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. My body moves on its own."

"I see."

He got up and leaned over you.

"Would you mind if I restrained you a little? Then you wouldn't have to worry about moving."

Fuck. The mere thought made you even wetter.

You nodded. He pushed some buttons on the interface again and broad straps snaked their way over your thighs, ankles and hips. You heard a few clicks. You tried to move, mit more than a wiggle wasn't possible. Your breathing got heavier. The way the straps dug into your skin and how you couldn't move, it turned you on like crazy.

Arn returned to his position.

"It seems you are very aroused." his fingers explored your wet lips and brushed past your clit. You moaned louder this time.

"Does this feel good? " he asked while slowly rubbing over your clit.

You couldn't form an answer but nodded enthusiastically.

He took some of your wet juices and rubbed them over your hot clit. You bit your lower lip. His soft skin felt heavenly on you.

"This is the clitoris. It is not necessary for human reproduction, right?"

His movements were pure bliss on your burning, aching clit.

"Physically no."

Arn looked up at you again and much to your dismay stopped his wonderful examination. You whined in frustration.

"What do you mean by that?"

You sighed.

"Well the clitoris isn't physically needed to make a child. But if you want to have sex with someone you should know how to turn them on and the clitoris is very much needed for that.

Arn stood up and leaned over you again. He grabbed your breasts and started to massage and caress them again. It felt nice but wasn't nearly enough.

"This arouses you as well so what's the difference?" he pulled on one of your nipples hard.

You whiced and grabbed his arms.

"The difference is I can't cum from this."

He looked at you.

"Cumming. You mean achieving an orgasm. I read there are very different ways of having one. Sometimes even by accident."

He reached down to your pussy again and inserted two of his long digits into you. You moaned in bliss and dug your fingers into his arm.

"Careful..." he warned you. "Or do I have to restrain your arms as well?" this time he couldn't hide a smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and seemed to relish in your arousal. You decided to act like you hadn't seen the smirk. This was a game you enjoyed too much to spoil it.

Arn slowly pumped his fingers into you, eliciting moans from your trembling body. You dug your nails into the armrests and tried to lift your hips to feel mor eof him but the restrains were merciless.

His dark eyes looked at your hands and he sighed deeply.

"I told you to be carefull." he said while his free hand reached for the control panel. A few button presses late restrains snaked around your wrists and locked your arms into place.

"You might hurt yourself."

You were dripping and your cunt clenched yround his fingers. He didn't pick up the pace but his thumb started to rub over your needy clit. If he'd only go faster. Touch you more. Be rougher. You whined in desperation. Arn pretended not to hear your pleas.

"Sexual intercourse within my species has nothing to do with passion or orgasms." he explained casually as he removed his hand from your throbbing pussy. You tried to protest but he ignored you.

"A male finds a fertile female -"

Now he started to strip. His grey body looked so smooth, so defined. It must be heavenly to the touch.

"- and during intercourse his genitalia is interlocked with hers so that the insemination cannot be interrupted. It takes roughly twenty minutes and isn't all that great for either party. As I said, a pure necessity."

Your eyes wandered to his crotch. He followed your gaze. Skin opened up like a flower bud and revealed a cock with a flared base. Veins thicker than your thumb ran up its sides. Instead of balls, his cock was surrounded by six tentacle like appendages. Those had encased the cock before.

Arn stepped closer to you and his cock which stood up already was only centimeters away. You picked over your lips in anticipation. How would it feel? How deliciously would his cock stretch you? And how would those tentacles toy with you? You needed him inside you so badly.

Arns hand caressed your cheek and you leaned into the touch.

"May I?" he asked while his cock teased your wet cunt.

You nodded

"Please..."

He entered you painfully slowly. But at the same time you could feel the veins and thickness in all its glory. He pushed deep inside you, as far as possible. Immediately the tentacles sucked to your skin. One directly over your clit. You held your breath. How fast would he fuck you? Would he continue his slow "examination"? Or finally rut into you?

He did neither. You felt his cock twitching inside you, but that was it.

You looked up at him.

"Don't you wanna start?"

He gave a confused look you weren't sure was genuine or not.

"During human sex we move our hips and thrust to create friction. And well..."

You barely wiggled your hips.

"... I can't move" you smiled sheepishly.

"I see..." Arn answered and started to retreat from you a little to barely thrust into you.

"Like this?" he asked.

"More and harder. Please..."

As he retreated this time the tenactle on your clit was pulling and it was such a new and amazing feeling you shrieked. But before you could even really grasped this new sensation Arn started to actually properly thrust his hips into you. His tenactle creating a nice suction on your skin.

"Is this better?" he asked with fake innocence. That bastard.

You nodded and arched your back. At least as far as it was possible tied up like that. His cock hit you deep with every thrust. Creating a plewsure almost bordering on pain. But only almost. Arn busied his hand with caressing your tits which bopped up and down in rhythm.

"Quite an exhausting activity, is it not?" Arn grunted as he picked up the pace. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that made your mind go blank. You moaned in pleasure. It was eerily quiet in the medical bay besides your moans. The tentacles had encased your pussy so tightly that no sound could escape it. Even though you could feel how wet you were.

Your desperate whimpers and cries of pleasures echoed through the room.

Arn stopped his movements and your pussy twitched around his cock again. Why did he always stop when you started to get close? It was infuriating! It was frustrating. It was making you so horny you could barely think anymore.

"You're being a little loud there." he chided you. "what if one of our colleagues hears you and decides to investigate?"

If someone saw you tied to this medical chair, all squirming and almost begging to cum... You'd die if embarrassment.

Arn smirked again.

"It does not escape my notice that your cunt is getting wetter even now. Even though I am not doing anything."he very slowly trusted into you as deep as possible. You suppressed another moan.

"It seem almost anything is arousing to you."

He fucked you deep but slow.

"Y-you are..." you almost didn't get the words out.

"You are the reason I am so wet."

Arn gazed at you intently. He went a little faster.

"Tell me more. Tell me how I'm turning you on."

"I-"

His cock was stretching you so wonderfully and his tentacles continuesly sucked on your needy hot clit. You weren't able to form any coherent sentence. When he hit that sweet spot inside of agai. You almost screamed.

He shook his head in fake disappointment.

"Seems like you require even more restrains..."

He continued his fucking while his hand reached for the control panel again. A Ball gag you were sure wasn't medical equipment waslowered and shoved into you mouth by to robotic arms. The straps clicked into locks on the table.

You couldn't move.

You couldn't speak.

All you could do was lay there and take what Arn was giving you. And seeing you all tied up and squirming under him put him in a very giving mood it seemed.

He grabbed your thighs hard and pushed himself hard into you. The tentacle on your clit started to wiggle. Combined with the suction you were getting closer to cumming by the second. You gazed up at Arn. His eyes were only focused on you. The restrains dug into your skin as you squirmed in pleasure. You were close.

"Do you want to cum?"

You nodded desperately.

"You may." he said said.

A wave of pure ecstacy finally washed over you. Your nails dug deep into the armrests and you bit into gag. Arn didn't slow and dragged the sensation out as long as possible. Your cunt twitched and your clit seemed to almost be overwhelmed with the feeling. The restrains would leave marks you knew, but didn't care. You arched your back as far as you could and bit into the gag hard. Drool running down your face.

Arn watched you intently, still thrusting into you.

"There's one last thing I should check out for my research..." he said breathless.

While your orgasm had subsided your where still extremely over stimulated. Whatever he had in mind could potentially make you lose any control you had left over your body.

You nodded so he'd continue.

"...what it feels like to cum inside a human."

He slowed his thrusting and put on the polite and as you now knew fake smile from before.

"May I?"

You nodded again.

He stilled his thrusting and the tentacles sucked on your skin even harder. You could feel his cock stretch you even more even though he wasn't moving. His cum was probably pumping through the thick veins on his cock. He wasn't ejaculating into you. Yet. Arns expression was concentrated like he tried to restrain himself. With one big last thrust he came inside you. It felt like a small explosion filling you up. It fell like pure bliss. Arn let out a deep moan and the tension in his body subsided. He looked at you.

"I must say... That was very educational."

Educational my ass. He was still inside you when he removed the restrains. You rubbed over the spots where they had dug in. They had left obvious marks. You needed a hot shower. You didn't want to imagine what your mouth looked like.

You wanted to sit up, but Arn gently pushed you back.

"Just a moment."

The tentacles slowly unsuctioned themselves from your skin and when the tentacle on your clit pulled itself away another wave of pleasure didn't just a roll over you. It hit you like a truck. You scream moaned in surprise and pleasure. While you tried to catch your breath Arn slowly slipped out of you. His cum slowly leaking out as well.

He helped you sit up cause your body was shaking.

"That was... Intense." you said and leaned against Arn. His smooth warm skin felt so nice.

"It was research."

You gave him a "yeah right" look.

"Well if we're still pretending this is research: Can you hold me please?"

Arn put his arms around your and held you tight.

"While I do enjoy this what does it have to do with my research?" he said in his usual unreadable seriousness.

"After being restrained during intercourse the restrained partner usually has a heightened need for physical contact and gentle care."

"I see. I'll remember that."

----

He had carried you into the shower and had massaged your aching limbs. He was gentle and caring and had even praised your "determination to the research". You chuckled.

Afterwards he had wrapped you in a blanket and the two of you were back at Arns computer only that you were cradled in his lap.

"So since when did you plan this?" you asked him.

He tried not to smile but he couldn't help himself.

"When the Major told me you were on your period my knowledge was indeed very limited. But I did my research then and there. And when it came to sex-"

You were surprised of his use of casual language. He had been nothing but clinical before.

"- I did watch a few not so educational videos."

His cheeks darkened. He seemed embarrassed.

"And then I thought about you in these situations."

Now his entire face was dark and he avoided looking at you. It was too cute.

"And I felt very ashamed to be thinking of a superior officer like that. I couldn't even look at you."

Now you understood. That's why he had avoided you.

"But the thoughts persisted and against my better judgment I asked the Major what you might think of me."

"Oh no."

"Yeah, she was very excited to say the least."

"What did she say?"

You weren't sure what you had told her but whatever it had been, she surely had exaggerated the hell out of it.

"That you probably wouldn't be angry if I tried to make a move. She wouldn't say more."

That was a surprisingly mature and vague answer. And indeed correct.

"But I still couldn't really talk to you again. And when you asked me point blank about it I panicked. Thus the lie. But while we talked the idea for... well what happened before came to mind. I didn't really wanted to go through with it. It was just a random fantasy, but then you were here. And you looked at me so... Intensely. And I thought "well she's probably gonna stop me any moment now". But you didn't. You tried because you thought I was stupid, but not because you didn't want to.

...right?"

He had talked fast and obviously embarrassed. The last word came out very unsure.

You turned his face towards you and gave him a kiss.

"The moment you started to touch me without gloves I more or less figured what was up. Granted I didn't want to belive it. That's why I tried to stop you, but that was mostly to be sure that you wanted to... fool around I guess."

Now you were both embarrassed. You sighed loudly.

"Man, we are super stupid! Next time just ask me "Wanna play doctor?". "

Arn let out a roaring laugh that shook your entire body.

"Okay, I'll do that. And I try to play less dumb."

"The clueless alien thing was kinda hot. Kinda like an alien abduction kink."

"Oh really..."

He leaned down to kiss you. You could definitely get used to this.

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