#do any of these thoughts make any fucking sense or even connect that well??? almost definitely not!!!!

[just-another-obsessed-fangirl]

2 am and my npmd rotted brain is even more incoherent than usual but like... max explicitly saying that he views grace as "forbidden fruit", and while not said out loud, that is clearly also how grace views max... in christian doctrine, adam and eve ate the forbidden fruit and became sinful and unintentionally doomed the rest of humanity with original sin... grace having sex with max, tasting her forbidden fruit and becoming sinful and taking it upon herself to doom the rest of sinful humanity (well, dirty dudes, but she clearly doesn't have extreme qualifications for who could deserve that title)

#is this anything? fuck it. send post. #grace chasity #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #insert 'ive connected the dots' 'u didnt connect shit' 'ive connected them' meme #has grace still not abandoned her god even as she works for the lords in black??? #does she view herself as a main part of god's plan? as the start of the next age? as part of the rapture? #as part of the fire that will cleanse the world of sin? #does she see herself like eve? #a woman made in god's image and was in his direct light who succumbed to sin so hard she doomed everyone else? #but ultimately vital to the story. to humanity? a suffering but major chess piece in god's plan? #do any of these thoughts make any fucking sense or even connect that well??? almost definitely not!!!! #it's 3:04 in the morning now. goodness. #what is my brain if not a microwave that spins grace chasity around and cooks weird thoughts and half baked so-called analyses about her #she's just so fascinating to me okay #my posts

[waywardsalt]

:3

#some tag rambles bc im having a bunch of loz thoughts to hey why not do a short lived tag ramble #starting with the bad i have thought more on how i feel totk fucked up its characters and its like. yeah any arcs that are there are bad #zeldas is dogshit all of the sages are just. VERY tell no show and it really doesnt matter and otherwise idk #nothing wrong with a static character but imo with a static character you then have to show more of them #reveal some things. also doesnt really happen. the main speaking cast are also kinda weak in relation to link #they dont really work off of him very well bc hes… not treated like a character. hes just some virtuous everyman in the story #so theres no actual chemistry between him or the other characters bc he isnt treated a character so like. he has almost no chemistry #its all mostly one sided and none of the sages but zelda have any real chemistry with other major characters either #and the major characters zelda has chemistry with barely matter so fuck it. like when ppl talk abt like. loz stories #and ppl talk abt how yeah they arent the best but totk is rlly bad. i dont feel like any other loz stories are baaaaad #not in the same way. but they dont feel as egregiously fumbled. imo its bc of the characters most of them time #ofc story can be strong enough and im not discounting stuff like mm and oots themes and atmosphere and stuff #it seeeems to me the most popular non zelda sage is tulin? but mostly bc hes a sweet kid and thats fine and all but there doesnt seem to #be much else to him hes otherwise kinda unremarkable bc he just doesnt do much else and seems to exists mostly to serve gameplay and plot #botw did it better bc the champions actively had a dynamic and a relationship with link they arent the deepest but they have more substance #botw zelda is arguably the strongest character in botw with a unique personality and genuine relationship to link even if we just see it #in the memories and seeing her warm up to link is cool but imp they fumble it in the ending of her arc and how it kinda contradicts stuff #and in totk they doubled the fuck down on her unlocking her powers for reasons related to link and decided ig shed figure she needs to be #links forever bestie and hypeman and she kinda just revolves around him in a really superficial way and this is the negative extreme #of a character being bolstered by being connected to link. but anyways in loz its the characters that tend to be the strongest points #and the characters with a clear dynamic and relationship to link shine the most. think groose ghirahim ravio midna fi marin linebeck sheik #the list could go on but the characters who get a chance to shine by interacting with the Player Character are the ones who stick out #and ofc they get more screen time but they cant avoid that character development or general character fleshing out bc they are in some way #tied to link and in a sort of way link himself is more fleshed out through how those other characters react to him if that makes sense #i think loz is at its best when a good bit of emphasis and effort is placed on characters and character relationships #and when thise relationships and character are written well ofc this fucking matters too #anyways thats why ph is one of the best we love our character heavy black sheep them ds characters carry so hard and so fucking well mwah

[enbesbians]

Hiii I’m requesting on this blog now! Ellie strapping you and choking you, telling you to hold your breath until she gives you permission to breathe right before your orgasm hits and it’s euphoric as fuck and makes you cum so hard which makes her cum. And she praises you for being such a good girl, kissing you all over and giving the best aftercare

why of course.

“TAKE IT”

degrading! ellie x pathetic reader

MINORS DNI

there’s no plot to this, just pure fucking. ellie is just really into making you her slut, loving the way you’d react to any and everything she does. i hope you do enjoy this. there may or may not be misspelled words and i truly do apologize if there is any.

ellie was engulfed in pleasure. the sense of bliss conveyed with her animated stare and the way her body reacted. her chest tightened and her muscles tensed while the silicone of her strap continued to slowly push itself inside you. the sight of your folds surrounding it’s girth made her growl in amazement— the grip you had was ravenous, she felt as if the silicone was apart of her, feeling how hot your pussy was, feeling her cock being molded by your insides— your wall’s texture, roughly brushing up against the silicone, with the clench of your cunt overwhelming her completely.

“god… you’re so ready for me….” she grunted, almost cooing, feeling herself lose her mind at the sight of your body taking her in. her hands roamed the softness of your body, feeling the burn of your flesh as she let her nails dig deep. she let them rest on your breasts, fondling them in her grasp, pushing them into your chest as she steadied her hips. “you feel me inside of you, baby?” she breathed.

you nodded, holding the backs of your thighs as they dangled cutely in the air. you watched her, the hunger that crafted inside of her green eyes you fell so deeply in love with. she viewed your body as an art piece, adoring at every inch and fold that made up of you.

she let each of her fingers hold your neck, pressing themselves deeply into its flesh, feeling the vibration of your moans tickle her hand, and the desperate swallows you gulped every so often. the slow push of her cock felt like it lasted for a lifetime, as if your pussy was deeper than the length of the silicone, but she stopped just before she could enter fully, giving you some grace even though she felt as though you didn’t need it. not now anyways. her face hovered yours, her eyes glaring into yours, analyzing your face as you tried to take the form of her cock. “look how good you’re taking my cock, my pretty little cockwhore…” lips giving you a loving kiss.

moving her hips, she felt herself pull out, then push in, feeling your folds grip themselves whenever she moved her hips away. she lifted your head, pressing her own forehead against yours as she stared down at where you both connected, “watch how my cock comes out… watch it baby. your pretty pussy… it’s hugging so nicely around my dick, pretty doll.” with that, it was pretty evident that she wanted you to at least warm up to her. her thrust were teasingly slow, and her words wore like soft, elegant silk, allowing you to feel more pleasure at every slow thrust. she owed you that much since she always wanted you to cum harder than you ever thought you could.

several seconds passed of you both staring down at her cock and the way you gripped her— your wet slick tattooing the sides of her shaft— making the decision that her caring aura was coming to an end— her pacing and her choice of words. she slammed your body down, watching you bounce against the mattress as well as your chest, lifting her body up to set herself up on her knees. you gasped at the abrupt movements, feeling yourself clench tighter around her. she replaced the hands that held onto your thighs with her own, her nails digging into your soft skin, lifting the lower half of your body off the bed. your pussy was on full desolate for her, seeing how your slick made it glisten.

it was like a switch for ellie. she knew what she wanted and what she was capable of and what was going to happen, pure destruction. before you could speak a word, her hips snapped and your body jerked with an immediate reaction, seeing your breast obnoxiously knock against on another, making her eyebrows knit with gratification. she gritted her teeth, with an angry with utterance, trying to keep your limp legs held tight within her grasp. her lower half, winding in a forward circular motion, as she felt the harness pound against her own aching clit. “my dumb fucking mutt, take this cock.” each word cutting from the vigor of every thrust.

“im your… im your dumb…” you tried to say but couldn’t. your breathing erratic as if the air had been bunched in clumps, swallowing it down with moans that burned at the throat.

“poor baby… can’t even speak?”

stopping for a little, she pushed herself further, seeing her cock fully disappear in you, grinding her pubic bone against your folds. a vein growing on the side of her neck, holding her breath as she couldn’t keep her eyes still. it scattered itself all around your frame, seeing how pathetic she made you appear but how beautiful you looked dressed in torture.

“fuck…” was all she could mutter. the room was hot, and smelt of lust, as you could feel the comforter melt against your damp back. “take it you stupid fucking mutt, take my fucking cock like the dirty slut that you are— take it… fucking take it.” chanting, throwing her head back, moaning sweetly in the air.

her breathing was inconsistent, unstable and eager. stopping in her tracks, she wiggled herself into you, as your pussy vigorously throbbing on the silicone. you loved it, so fucking much. especially when she’d stop her hips and tried so hard to push herself further if there was any more of the silicone left to be inside, feeling the tip of it poke against your walls, making your back arch from the depth of her.

setting your legs down, she grabbed your jaw, shaking your head, giving you a tired smile, laughing at how pretty your stupid pretty face looked. “look how idiotic you look. such a good little bitch, taking dick like an obedient slut. that’s all you’re good for… you were made for my cock… this pussy is mine…” sliding three fingers in your opened mouth and plunging them down to the back of your throat, hearing the graceful sound of you gagging with the bubbling of your spit washing her digits. with her vacant hand, she pinched your nose, knowing it was already hard for you to catch your breath, seeing the struggle in your eyes. she was content, the strain in your body and your voice, knowing it was probably hard for you to pay much attention to yourself— you were choking on her fingers and the source of airway from your nose was blocked.

your fingers clasped around her tightening wrists, eyes rolling the the back of your head as you felt yourself grow dizzy from the lack of air. her cock deep inside, ramming your walls without an ounce of remorse, hearing the sinful squelches of your leaking pussy. her hips slapped against your lifted ones, legs trembling with her silicone slightly outlining at your stomach.

leaning her face down, she let the grooves of her teeth bite softly against your cheek, “oh my pretty baby…” her tongue now rolling against the imprint her teeth left. “god you feel so fucking good.”

it was harder and harder to breath, you needed an exit. with how hard she was fucking you, there was no way you’d last long holding your breath. your muffled moans called out to her, almost giving her nothing, eyes asking for a release while enduring the pounds she gave. “oh you need to breathe?” she laughed against your ear, letting the tip of her tongue run down the outline of it.

you nodded and that only made her laugh louder.

“come on baby just a little longer… can’t you do it, hmmm?” she cooed. your untouched clit swelling at her tantalizing words, loving how she treated you with the upmost disrespect. you nodded again, earning a kiss in return as she let her hips loose.

“one… two… three..” she counted in between kisses, signifying the time you had without a constant airflow was going to be granted. she knew with this much stimulation of your mouth being fucked by her fingers and your nose being pinched that it would be possible to pass out. she was experienced in knowing when she needed to stop. “four…. five…” her counting was slow and baleful. she loved the sound of your struggle, the spit that gargled in your throat and your nostrils fluctuating as if that could help you try to breathe beneath her fingers. seeing that you looked like you were at your end, rewarding you by removing her fingers from your nose.

you gasped desperately, letting out a loud pornographic moan as the spit that wrapped around her fingers fell down on your chin. she let her hand cock back, striking you against your cheek, pressing gentle kisses against the tingling sensation.

“say thank you.”

“tha…thank y…you.”

“louder!” she demanded earning yet another two slaps. you obliged, screaming thank you as well as her name that she loved hearing come from you.

you were close, faster than you had intended, your thighs mindlessly closing in with ellie’s fast response to grabbing them and pinning them down. “no.” she grunted, knowing you did that out of habit. she wanted you to feel everything at all times, her strap plunging into your cunt with no intention to stop. she felt the soreness rise at her lower back and thighs— sweat sliding down her aching skin.

letting go of your thighs, they now occupied your neck again — oh how she loved how they looked around you. the tightness was intense, blocking your airway once more, knowing that you were getting close by the way her hips staggered at her silicone being gripped by your walls. she basked in it, seeing the same need to breathe in the form of your moaning expressions. “cum on it, cum on my cock you filthy fucking girl.”

your body moved and slithered, trying to get away from her but also needing more of what she was giving you. she fucked like monster, angry and precise. no one had given you this good of a fuck in your life.

with your hands hovering hers, you felt yourself cum against her silicone, hands now allowing you to breathe once again as you inhaled deeply. “oh… my… god…” you exhaled, your moans muted at the overstimulation, body twisting and turning with her hips no where near it’s end.

“that’s it…” she cooed, allowing you to feel the intensity of the orgasm she knew you deserved. “take it…”

it just wouldn’t stop. the shock of your orgasm made your eyes clench closed as you let your high take over you. it had been the longest high you’ve had, even after it had ended. your body went limp, humming and moaning inaudibly. ellie finally let herself rest, her cock getting hugged by your pulsating cunt, laying herself on top of you as her hands loving stroked the sides of your face.

“shhhh shhh… it’s okay..” she breathed, “i got you.” her now monstrous lust falling into care. she pressed gentle kisses at your breathing lips, stroking her thumbs against your skin as she smiled which made you lazily smile. “you did so good princess.”

she let you rest there, her caring hands running down and up your damp, trembling body, pressing her lips on every part of your face and shoulders. “want me to make us a bath?”

“yes..” you finally spoke, “please.”

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic #ellie tlou #tlou #the last of us #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x masc reader

[kiaxet]

HOW ABOUT THAT @somerandomdudelmao DISASTER TWIN REUNION, HUH

Went a little feral to the tune of 2.2K words of self-indulgence. What else is new?

~~~~~~~

Donnie can't sleep. More accurately, he won't sleep. Not until he's done. He'd never been one to leave a project unfinished; death and resurrection hadn't changed that.

He taps incessantly, repetitively, on a keyboard and screen, the motions long since past inputting data and now only serving to keep him awake. The repetition is soothing, easy, and - counterintuitively - he finds his head drooping forward into sleep-

And he snaps back upright. No. Not until he can confirm Leo is okay.

Leo is behind him, he knows. Breathing. In bed. Asleep. Very much alive. And-

He jumps and whips around as a thud sounds behind him. "What the-"

Leo is on the floor.

Well, that answers the question as to whether his twin is awake.

For a fraction of a second, part of him wavers uncertainly. He loves his idiot twin. The question he hasn't been able to answer is whether his reaction to Leo waking up will fall on love or idiot twin-

"Leo!"

He can hear the exasperation in his voice, and yep, it's the latter. He takes a knee next to Leo and hauls him into his arms, lecturing him all the while, and if he can hear the annoyance in his voice then Leo sure as hell can. Sleep deprivation for the purposes of keeping his brother's soul alight had done nothing for his temper. "I swear to God, all you had to do was make a sound! Why are you such a difficult patient?"

He deposits Leo carefully on the bed - "Sit still!" - and checks him over, running every scan he can think of and making sure his brother's new body really is in good working order, spouting increasingly irritated commentary all the while. Of course the fall didn't hurt him - Leo is tougher than that, and Donnie does better work than that - but he still can't help the rising anxiety in his throat.

This almost didn't happen.

"-stupid, stupid selfless idiot!"

Donnie almost couldn't save him.

"Grrhh-"

Leo nearly died for real. Permanently beyond Donnie's reach. Well and truly gone-

"Do you have any idea how close you were to having nothing left to save?"

And now here Leo is, in perfect health, sitting on Donnie's bed with a big dopey grin on his face as Donnie chokes on his anxiety and damn near shakes himself apart-

Oh for fuck's sake.

"Hey. Are you even listening?"

Leo speaks up for the first time since he's woken up, voice shaky from disuse. "D-Donnie?"

And that is not a goddamn answer to anything Donnie has been saying, because of course it isn't. It's Leo. He's always had his own priorities. "Yeah. No. You're not fucking listening." Donnie heaves a long-suffering sigh, sinking back into the routine comfort that irritation at his twin provides. "At least you're talking." Small favors. "Although I'm surprised you're not throwing your stupid jokes at me." Even smaller favors.

He stops short as Leo's hand closes around his wrist, drawing Donnie's arm to Leo's plastron. "You're real," his brother breathes, looking from Donnie's hand to Donnie himself with tears streaming down his face. "You're real!"

And then, in the space of a thought, Leo's joy breaks, his smile turning desperate. "Are you?"

For a moment, Donnie stares at his twin, wondering at the sudden change in expression. He takes a breath-

And the part of him that had lain dormant for so long after he'd woken up - the part of him that had been screaming for his twin's safety ever since they'd recovered the few scattered embers of Leo's soul - gasps to life, blooming like a time-lapse video of a flower and reaching to the edges of Donnie's soul. Leo had called it their twin sense, and Donnie hadn't had it in him to argue after a while. Whatever it is, it's back, connected to Leo's renewed presence, and-

Donnie's heart floods with emotions. Relief and joy sprout quickly and are nearly swept away in a tide of exhaustionanxietyfearfearfearfearFEAR-

But down beneath it all, steady against the rising wall of terror, is the little blue spark of hope that his brother always carried. His core. The thing that let him continue on in the face of insurmountable odds, and lent that same strength to everyone around him. A ninja's greatest weapon.

It's Leo. It's Leo-

And Donnie can't leave him alone in his fear. Not when there's no need for it. Not when they're safe.

He lets that breath out, and sits next to Leo on the bed. "Mhm. I'm alive. And you're alive. We're safe. The Krang are gone." That's all the news that's fit to print, or at least the most important parts. What else does he have to say?

Oh.

"I'm sorry I..uh…"

He's sorry he what? Died? Left a mess for Leo to deal with? Didn't do enough while he was alive to keep everyone else alive in turn after he was gone? Kept his brother's soul in a fucking mug, because that was the only way he could ensure he wouldn't break it while Leo was still fragile? All of the above?

…yeah, it's all of the above.

He owes Leo one hell of an apology, and he's never been good at any of this, so instead he shrugs haplessly and leans forward, pulling Leo into his arms and hanging on tight.

It's a matter of moments before Leo has him flat on his shell on the bed and is sobbing into his arms. Normally he'd hate seeing his twin cry, but it's proof of life - proof that Leo made it, that his soul is intact enough for him to still be Leo, that he's alive and awake and here - and Donnie will take it.

And if he's squeezing Leo back pretty hard himself, well, that's fine too. Nobody else needs to know.

~~~~~~~

Donnie is yelling at him.

Donnie is strong enough to have picked Leo up off the ground, well enough to be on his feet without support, running tests and reading Leo the riot act over his latest boneheaded maneuver - in this case, forgetting he was missing an arm and falling out of bed.

Donnie is yelling at him, because Donnie is here to yell at him.

And Leo is smiling, because he couldn't be happier. He lets the words wash over him, draping over his shoulders like a favorite cozy blanket that he'd lost so many years ago, and he basks in the warmth that is his brother's voice and smiles.

It's enough to interrupt the yelling for a question, though he doesn't really hear it - just keeps smiling, and says Donnie's name, and it's so nice to be able to say it with a smile now, because Donnie is here-

-he is, right? This isn't just a dying hallucination on Leo's part, right?

(It couldn't be- he remembers his death, remembers breathing his last, remembers being trapped- but this-)

He reaches out, taking Donnie's wrist in hand, and pulls his brother closer to him. "You're…real…" It certainly feels real - skin and scales, softer than his own, and his fingers barely fit all the way around the wrist instead of encircling them with room to spare - and he stares down at it, tears rolling down his face as he finally looks back up at his twin. "You're real!"

The Krang show you what you want to see.

The thought strikes him unbidden, turning his joy and relief to ice. It's a well-known fact: a Krang infection can show its host what they want to see, visions of comfort and family and home, and extract intel from the host's reactions. He knows that- he knows that, and-

And he'd died surrounded by Krang- and even if he couldn't see or hear or feel, he knows he'd been held captive-

But it's Donnie- he wants this to be real- he needs this to be real- he wants his twin back so badly he can't think, and the idea that this could be a Krang hallucination is almost too much to bear-

"Are you?" He can hear how choked the words are as they leave his lips, but he needs to know-

And Donnie stops, and sits down next to him, and tells him everything he wants to hear - everything he could've ever wished for. They're alive. They're safe. The Krang are gone. It all sounds too good to be true.

And then Donnie offers him an apology and a sad half-smile, pulling him into a strong hug-

And the ice in Leo's mind shatters in a flood of warmth as his twin sense opens for the first time since Donnie's death. He feels his twin's irritation, and deep-seated exhaustion, and a choking wave of guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt-

And beneath it all, steady and strong as ever, the thrum of unending determination, powered by an unfathomably deep well of love. It's the backbeat to the melody of Leo's life, the point-counterpoint to his own heartbeat- it's something he'd never had to live without until he did, but it's back, rushing in to fill the silence he'd known with the strength to go on and the knowledge that he is loved loved loved, strong and overwhelming and all-encompassing in the way only Donnie can love-

It's something the Krang could never imitate.

This is real. This is all real-

He throws himself against his twin, toppling them both over on the bed as he clings to Donnie, unable to stand even a fraction of an inch of space between them, as though he could push their hearts together through their plastrons, and he cries, sobbing out worry and terror and grief and the slow, crushing exhaustion of a losing battle finally lost. He cries as though the world was ending - and it had, once when the Krang had invaded and again every time he'd lost a member of his family, over and over until he'd sent his last hope through a portal that had cost his littlest brother his life and succumbed to death himself.

And now he's alive. Here, wherever here is, with Donnie. Clinging to his twin, and being held in turn as Donnie gently sits them both up, never letting go as Leo cries himself out.

It takes a while - long enough for Leo's gaze to settle into a stare and his thoughts to settle into a comfortable static. He's alive, Donnie is alive, and he has no fucking idea what else is going on, but he's just going to be okay with that for now.

His thoughts rouse enough to inform him of something wrong - the line of tension Donnie is carrying down his neck and over his shoulders. That won't do. Leo could try to massage it out with one hand, maybe try to get Donnie to talk about it, but Donnie never likes to talk about it, and Leo isn't one for slowly soothing away tension when he can just take an axe to the release valve instead. Plus, it gives him something definite to focus on, instead of…this whole situation. Whatever 'this whole situation' actually is.

Donnie had mentioned his stupid jokes, right?

"H-hey Dee?" His voice wavers from disuse, thick with tears, but he pushes through. "Why did- why did the tree buy a camera?"

"What?" Oh, Donnie is not going to see this coming. Excellent.

"To do a photosynthesis." It's nowhere near the level of pizazz he normally uses for a punchline delivery - he's still too tired and frazzled and clinging to Donnie entirely too hard for that - but that beautiful pause of a terrible joke sinking in tells him it had hit home nonetheless. Donnie moves - he can hear the telltale slap of face meeting palm - and then breaks down into helpless laughter, smacking the back of Leo's shell as the tension Leo had felt in his twin's shoulders abruptly relaxes. Good. It worked.

"This is so fucking stupid," is all Donnie manages as his laughter fades, and he slumps fully against Leo with a murmur. That's...abrupt. Sure, Leo had felt Donnie's exhaustion, but he hadn't realized it'd been that bad. He takes hold of Donnie, gently laying him down on the bed to rest-

Remember what happened last time Donnie fell asleep next to you.

He gasps sharply at the thought - not again NEVER again - and keeps his hand steady as he moves, laying both fingers gently against Donnie's neck and feeling for his pulse. It's easy to find, strong and steady and even, like it had been before the infection had taken Donnie's vitality and then his life.

But he's alive, and healthy, and sleeping. He's okay. And Leo-

Leo moves his hand to the side of his own neck. His pulse is also easy to find, quickened with the adrenaline of an unknown situation and multiple consecutive shocks to his system.

Okay. Take stock. Assess. Figure out a plan from there.

He's alive. Donnie's alive. The Krang are gone. And everything else…is a big fat question mark, with no easy answers and no indication as to where to begin looking for them.

Well.

Uh.

"What the fuck," Leo whispers to the room at large, as though the walls could answer.

~~~~~~~

(A world away and still very close, a younger pair of twins cling to one another the way a drowning man clings to driftwood: desperately, clutching tight, as though letting go will spell their doom. Neither of them know where the emotions came from, or why; all they know is that each of them are damn glad the other is alive, and they'll do everything they can to make sure that continues to be the case.)

(What the fuck, indeed.)

#rottmnt #cass apocalyptic series #future leo #future donnie #fic #writing #cw sibling death #mention of it at least #referencing the scrapped movie storyboards because it's too good a beat to pass up #we have fun here #no gods no betas we die like NOBODY BECAUSE DONNIE FUCKING FIXED IT #I GUESS #twin sense shit is my FUCKING JAM #inexplicable mystic bonds between two halves of a whole? sign me the FUCK up #I couldn't decide whose POV to write this from so I just did both #which is WHY it's 2K+ words #it's not perfect but it's Good Enough and therefore it's getting posted #fuck it we ball

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 17 all chapters

WARNINGS: THE MOST YANDERE CHAPTER OF THIS YANDERE FIC YET. POSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT. PLZ TAKE CARE. I LUV U ALL.😘

-In the haze between sleep and waking, you are vaguely aware of strong arms wrapped around you, a lean and long body spooned at your back. You feel warm, and safe, and by some signal of scent or touch or cosmic connection from your hindbrain, somehow you just know that it’s Mr. Wick who has you folded up in his embrace. How perfectly you fit, with the curve of your backside tucked against his hips, your legs tangled under the covers.

Your Half Asleep Brain is totally fine with this cozy arrangement. You don’t really remember how you got here, but maybe something for once actually went right.

You let yourself doze.

But then he shifts against you, (that inevitable male hardness poking against your backside), and you wake up a little more, your faculties returning to you as the dreamy curtain of slumber slips away. You start to remember what happened before—the chase, and the murder—and Awake Brain is suddenly not ok with your current arrangement at all.  

Awake Brain is ready to freak the fuck out.

You stiffen in his arms, trying to sit up, but that inexorable grip tightens around you.

“Easy.”

You struggle, but he effortlessly pins you, wrapping a long leg around yours. Between his greater strength and solid weight pressing you down into the mattress, you are stuck. 

“Let me go,” you growl. 

“Not until we have a little talk.” 

Under different circumstances this position could have been interesting. The hard line of his lean body is pressed against you…the length of him against the curve of your bottom.

At least someone is having a good time. 

Even like this from behind, you can tell it’s something to be reckoned with. The thought fills you with an inconvenient bloom of heat, your body betraying you while skipping into the darkness with a song. Your own reaction to him almost makes you angrier than his own actions.

“What the fuck, John?” You strain against him again, naturally, to no avail. He doesn't taunt you, just holds you immobile, and you are a butterfly against a hurricane. 

“Calm down.” 

“Then let me go.” 

You feel him breathe in the scent of your hair behind your ear, before releasing a shuddering sigh.

“We’re in a predicament, y/n.”

“No shit.”

“I think after what you saw...you know I can't let you go.” 

Oh, what's a little quadruple homicide between friends? 

You have the sense to keep this to yourself, at least.

“I won't say anything.” 

“Uh huh.”

“I didn't say anything about the guys in the van.” 

“Well, you didn't have any real evidence then. Just suspicion.” 

“But...you so killed those guys in the van.” 

There’s a long pause before he finally admits, “Yeah.”

You’re not sure why that makes you try to struggle again. It’s just as fruitless as before.

“Who were those guys you killed?” 

You are met with silence. “In Venice?”

Jesus, do you actually have to clarify with this man?

“They were not nice people, y/n.”

“I gathered that. But... who were they?” 

John sighs against you, and you take some heart as you feel his grip loosen slightly so he’s not absolutely crushing you. “They were enforcers for the Camorra crime syndicate.”

“And...why did they have such a problem with you?” 

“Bad blood, from an old job I did in Rome.”

A job. You’ve seen enough movies to know what that means. He really was a hitman. Jesus H Christ.

“You thought they wouldn't want revenge, if you went back to Italy?” 

“I had to risk it.” 

“Did you?” 

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

You’re baiting him, but you just can’t help it. You’re angry, and you’re sore, and he’s pinning you down like you’re just a feather and you do not fucking like it.

You feel him growl behind you, and fuck you if the low vibration does not strike some primal cord in your body, something left over from the time when your ancestors still lived in caves.

He moves so fast you have no chance to take advantage, turning you so that you are laying chest to chest. His erection presses into your hip, and he pins you with those beautiful dark eyes boring down into yours. It takes every iota of self-control you possess not to spread your legs so that he can settle into the cradle of your hips, where you fear he would fit so very well. 

He traps your small hands above your head with just one of his, using the other to hold the side of your face, keeping your attention on him. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t, but you are finding you like it when he touches you like this, like he is your master and you are his pretty little doll to manipulate how he pleases.

Your eyes close, just for a moment, before you force yourself to keep them open. Keep your eye on the danger, a voice in your head tells you. 

A less helpful voice suggests that you just give in and let him fuck you silly. 

You ignore that one, for now. 

“Because,” he grouses with a scowl. “I was afraid you’d meet some handsome dipshit your own age, and…move to fucking Argentina!”

You don’t know where you get the pluck to frown back up at him. This poor, dear, deranged man.

“John…”

Do you know how crazy you sound?

You don't dare say it out loud. 

Maybe it would have been smart to try to win points by assuring him you were coming back to him. It was even 100 percent the truth at the time. But something spiteful in you doesn’t want to offer him that declaration now. You feel like he lost his right to it.

That laser-like stare shifts from your eyes to your mouth, a moment before descending to press his lips to yours. His lips are soft, but the kiss is nothing less than possessive. Even so, you have to fight not to let him lull you with his clever mouth and the tantalizing slide of his tongue. 

A fresh wave of anger hits you, because you want this. You want him, and he could have had you so easily, without having to…what? Stalk you? Take you?

You realize you don't even know where you are. 

All this accumulates in you in the matter of a second, and you express this frustration by clamping his lip between your teeth. It's more a warning, than anything. You do not draw blood, but you bite hard enough to make him pause. 

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” It’s almost funny, the way he sounds talking around his lip in your teeth. Yet somehow, he still manages to sound absolutely menacing.

“Or what?” you challenge. “Are you going to hurt me, John?”

Yes, taunt the man you saw kill four people easy as pouring a bowl of cereal.

“No. But I will punish you. Remember that, as we go forward.” 

You let him go, thinking on that.

It makes a chill run down your spine.

He tries to kiss you again, but you turn your face away. 

“Please let me up.” 

He is silent and still as the mountain, for long enough that you don’t think he will. You imagine he’s weighing his options, and you know as well as he does that he holds all the cards in his oh-so-capable hands. He could finally take you, like this, and you couldn’t stop him. As fucked up as it is…you’re not even sure you wouldn’t enjoy it, and you battle with yourself not to squirm beneath him in this fucked up stew of fear, desire, and anticipation.

That will not help your cause, you know.

He surprises the hell out of you when finally he agrees, “I will, if you promise to be calm.”

“I’m cool as a fucking cucumber.”

He ducks to huff a laugh into the bend of your neck. You feel it stir your hair more than hear it. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your pulse that makes you flush, a spear of longing jetting through you, and you barely manage not to wrap your legs around his narrow hips.

This man. It’s just not fucking fair.

Then he sucks, hard enough to hurt, and you know there will be a bruise.

He’s fucking marking you.

“I’m serious.”

You breathe in as deeply as you can with his solid, delicious weight piled on you, and let it out slow. “I’m good. Please, let me up.”

Though you can tell he’s reluctant to do it, very slowly he shifts his weight from you, rolling onto his back at your side. You sit up, pushing off the covers, and find the room is spinning slightly.

What the fuck did he drug you with?

You look around. The room is painted in dark shades, the ceiling vaulted high. Bookshelves take up the wall behind the bed.  A bank of windows affords a view of the woods beyond. You are up high, the second story, at least.

You recognize these woods, and the feeling of this interior. 

“Are we back in fucking Clear Forks?”

“Yes. We’re safe here.”

You blink down at him. He sounds almost reasonable now, and maybe the fact that he let you up makes you think you can reason with him.

“John…you have to let me go.” 

“Can't.” 

“You have to.” 

He just shakes his head. 

“So...what? You're going to keep me locked up here forever?” 

He licks his lips, pressing them in thought as he choses his next words. “Until... we've reached an understanding. That might take a while.” 

You stare down at him, open mouthed.

“John...you can't just keep me here.” 

“I can, actually.” He just looks at you with his hands behind his head, resembling for all the world a lazy lion on the plain, deadly but at ease like it's not your entire life he's casually high jacking for his own gratification. Then strangely he looks away, as though he actually is embarrassed about something, letting out a slow breath. “And...I want to.” 

“What?”

His gaze returns to yours, his glittering black eyes sharp and as obsidian. “I. Want. You. To stay here with me. I need you.” 

God damn if hearing him say those words doesn't make your traitor of a heart go pitter pat pat.

Keeping your eyes on him as though you are in bed with a tiger, you slide off the edge, your legs jelly beneath you. How long have you been out? What did he drug you with? Your mouth is so dry. Maybe you should be grateful he didn’t hit you to knock you out, at least. That’s never so nice and neat as it is in the movies.  

You're still wearing your same little pink sundress from Italy, which maybe is a little heartening, not that it provides much protection. 

Your heart in your throat, you want to run mad circles around the room yelling, banging on the windows and rattling the doors. Instead you make yourself stay calm as you look around, checking your options, not caring if John is watching.

You don't care, because deep down, you already know it's hopeless. He's not a stupid man. You inspect the door, finding no door handle, no lock that could be picked. There is simply a keypad and what looks like a fingerprint scanner. You notice it is mounted high over your head, so it would be hard for you to access even if somehow you managed to render him unconscious. 

You knock on the window with your fist, just for the hell of it. 

“Ballistic grade, bullet proof. Good luck.”

He sounds so bored about it, like it's not a big deal that his armored glass stands between you and your freedom. Yet, you doubt the glass was originally for your benefit.

“Bulletproof, in case the Camorra come for you?”

“Them, or others. I’ve made a few enemies over the years.”

You’re not proud that this freaks you out a little.

“And you really think you’re safe here?”

“So far, so good…”

You glare at him over your shoulder, and damn him for looking utterly scrumptious while being such an asshole.

He's wearing a black henley and sweatpants, and he's still the most beautiful man you've ever seen. You could write sonnets about the little strip of pale flesh exposed between his hem and his waistband.

Despite how fit he is, you notice his tummy is just a little soft. It's endlessly endearing, and in different circumstances you would have delighted in pressing your lips to that line of dark hair, and pulling down his sweatpants with your teeth…

You realize you are staring, and with cheeks aflame you avert your gaze. You notice he’s smirking at you, and it makes you mad all over again, your fists clenching at your sides.

He seems to find this amusing as hell.  

“You don’t have to look away,” he coaxes, surprisingly gentle. “I like it, that you like my body.”

You huff indignantly, inevitably remembering how adamantly he’d prevented you from undressing him, what feels like a lifetime ago now. “Then why wouldn’t you let me see you?”

“That was…different.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t think you were ready. I didn’t want to scare you.”

You can’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. “Gee, are your guns that big, Mr. Wick?”

This wins you a small laugh, and only belatedly do you realize how sick it is that you’re joking around with him again.

This is not normal. This is not normal. This is not normal.

You have a feeling it’s going to have to become your new mantra.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he says enigmatically. It makes the hairs stand up all over your body, even as your idiotic nether regions clench with desire at the thought.

You have got to get out of here.

“Aren’t they going to think it’s weird I just disappeared without a trace from the hostel?” you pose.

“Probably not. You collected your things, and you paid in full.”

Of course he’d taken care of that.

Then the scope of this coup really dawns on you. 

“You clever motherfucker. No one will even look for me here, because they think I'm in Europe for weeks more.” 

He lifts an eyebrow at you. 

“You have a filthy fucking mouth, my dear. I'd watch that, if I were you.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, but don't push your luck just yet. 

“But no, no one will be looking for you. Your family and your friends are so busy...”

You close your eyes against his cruel—but perfectly accurate—words. My, how the truth cuts deep.

His tone softens as he tells you, “You don't need them, y/n. You have me. And I promise I'll take care of you.” 

You don’t bother to argue again that you don’t need taking care of. You’re beginning to anticipate his answers, and it’s like arguing with a stone wall.

You’ll need a different tack, you think.

Agitated, you stalk to the next door in the room, flinging it open. It’s a walk-in closet, filled with his clothes, and you realize, clothes for you as well. They’re cute, and to your taste, the bright colors an almost comical contrast to his monochromatic wardrobe. But they’re more expensive than anything you can usually afford. They’re all your size.

Your heart sinks to your feet as you realize this means he’s actually been planning this for a while. 

The next door is half cracked. You push it all the way open.

To say that it's a bathroom seems like an understatement. All dark marble and black cabinetry, there are two sinks and a long countertop, a walk-in rain shower that could fit 6, and a tub that could be mistaken for a small swimming pool. The corners are accented with lush houseplants, ferns and philodendron. It looks wonderful, and you’re furious all over again, because you can't fucking enjoy it like this. 

“Why?” you spit, whirling. Only to start when you find him standing right there behind you. You didn't hear a thing. “Why did you have to do it this way?” With him standing so close, you find your words lose some of their intended venom. 

He crowds you against the doorjamb, lifting a hand to your face again.

“Because I was afraid you wouldn't come back to me.” 

This tall, powerful man sounds ridiculously vulnerable just then. 

But like flipping a switch, he frowns, his long fingers resting lightly around your throat. A chill runs down your spine, and you're sure he can feel your pulse in your neck speeding against his fingers. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t hurt you. Just…holds you, and you are ever so aware that you are at his mercy.

“You ran away from me,” he accuses.

Maybe your sense of self-preservation is a little broken.

“I can't imagine why.” You punctuate it with an eyeroll, and suddenly you find yourself pushed into the wall with a hand spread over your chest, the ridges of the jamb biting into your spine. His thumb presses over your lips, preventing you from speaking further. 

“That fucking mouth of yours.” 

Before you can blink he is on you, pressing his lips to yours in a punishing kiss that leaves you weak in the knees. Maybe you start to slump down the wall, but he wraps you up in his arms, holding you up effortlessly. 

“This is how it's going to be,” he pants, his forehead pressed to yours. You get the sense that he is on the verge of losing control, and you are on pins and needles, wanting to know what that would be like, and fearing it too.

You fear it a lot.

“You can run that sassy mouth of yours all you want, but I will enjoy disciplining you for it every time. You might want to start thinking before you speak.”

“You want to hurt me.” 

Tears fill your eyes at the thought of it. Maybe you’re a little broken yourself, after seeing him kill people, but this is the thing that really makes you cry. Of course he probably has some kind of fucking red room around here filled with restraints and whips and toys you've never even fucking heard of… 

“No, baby. I never want to hurt you.” 

You don't believe him in the slightest. 

With a big hand on your jaw he turns your face up to look at him. “Please don't cry.” 

“Then don't do...whatever the fuck this is! You fucking kidnapped me, John!”

“I took what's mine,” he insists in a dark tone that makes inexplicable heat flood between your legs. “You forced my hand.”

It’s all your fault, of course.

“Did you really think I was just going to follow you after all that?”

He cants his head as he looks down at you, his dark hair swinging into his eyes. Your fingers itch to brush it away, and you hate the way the sight pangs deep in your chest. You shouldn’t feel anything for him, after what he’s done—your heart has not gotten the memo, it seems.

“You asked me not to let you go.”

Motherfucker took that literally, it seems.

The ironic thing is, you’d 300 percent meant what you said, at the time.

“I did not sign up for this,” you insist anyway.

“I’ve tried to warn you…since the moment we met,” he tells you. “But you just kept coming back. And now…I need you, y/n. I love you, and I’m never going to let you go.”

What a ridiculous creature you are, that hearing this moves you to the marrow of your bones, makes you almost sick with a medley of triumph and remorse, desire and fear. You’d so determinedly pried open the lid of this Pandora’s box with the dogged insistence of your affection; look at what a marvelous horror you unleashed. Mr. Wick: your very own monster made of dark need and twisted devotion.

This is all so…crazy.

Yet...he doesn't seem like he's crazy. Just absolutely, unmovingly, resolute in his conviction. And right now, that conviction involves his possession of you. 

You close your eyes against his gaze boring a hole through you. Your voice barely lifts above a whisper, your strength suddenly sapped. “I could have loved you.”

It’s a lie, of course.

A lie, because you are already hopelessly, totally in love with this man, despite what he’s done to you, and despite everything you’ve seen him do.

You’ve seen the other side of his coin, you know how sweet and wonderful he can be. Where is that man when you need him? Once upon a time, he absolutely was your safe space, your protector, someone you could turn to when you truly had no one else.

Now, who would protect you, from him?

 It breaks your heart, because you fear the answer is that no one can.  

“You will love me, y/n,” he insists without a hint of doubt. To be so certain...of anything. He brushes your hair behind your ear with such tenderness you could weep.

A single tear does escape from the corner of your eye. He catches it on the pad of his finger, bringing it to his lips. 

“It will be alright, y/n. I've got you.” 

That is exactly what you're afraid of. 

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[kurosstuff]

RED STRING OF FATE WITH LUTE PLS LOVELY-

🙏🙏🙏

Jk- you don’t gotta if you aren’t able to do it

omf YES- omf twist(like we talked abour-)

making it a bit short since- idk what else to add I hope you like it-!!

Lute x demon!reader: soul mate au

Warning(s): adam- so he talks about his dick(implied?), Don't think really any other then that

You couldn't help but curse Charlie for making you send this letter to these pesky angels. APPARENTLY you have to find some annoying(Charlie's words surprisingly) Man. Adam, the first man. Grumbling, you froze, glancing at the once dimmed red string spring to live a soft sting entering the rope interlocking with your ring finger.

A crude reminder of the dream you wished when alive. Finding a soul mate. Your soul mate but. Never once has it actually been this bright. This beaming light. Snorting at the sick joke. Of course, hell would be playing a sick joke like that. Walking to the tower, you glanced at the paper, the name written exactly who to give this to - entering something odd happened.

The string burned. Yanking you to the room.

Singaling your soul mate is near. Your forever mate. Is near. A dry laugh escaped your throat. What a joke. Entering the room There's no way in hell your soul mate is here-

Your tail flickered in thought before an annoyance flush crept up your face. Staring at the exorcist before your finger burned, looking down at your hand, you watched as the rope burned, going into a straight line to her instead of limp like usual. As if yelling that your mate is her.

Guess this explains why your string never acted up until now. Your soul mates an angel

Oh how cruel the irony is.

-

The more Adam talked, the more drained you got. Does this first man ever talk about anything else other than being the original dick haver? Apparently not. Grumbling, you glanced at the woman beside him- where your string was connected to her - humming in thought

How cruel of am irony that you. A demons soul mate is an angel. And any type of angel, either. An executioner. Who? Treat demons like animals to slaughter - not much different from some demons you knew of- humming you crossed your arms glancing over her mask how to changed depending on how she *felt* what she said- God. Her voice

Blinking, you barely even noticed how Charlie entered the room - just so focused on the masked woman you're bound to. Not even as the meeting began. You just stared in deep thought, humming softly. Before? Your face heated up as she took her mask off-

Hearing her name for the first time from that crude angels lips. How did he manage to get into heaven anyways-? Your thoughts of the matter went away when you locked eyes with her- that cold almost uninterested look but - you could have sworn? Is that a hint of curiosity in her eyes?

Staring at Lute as she spoke- your heart beat faster. Feeling warm all over as if her speaking(which was so fucking hot?) Seemed to relax you- put you in some odd sense of warmth and security. You hummed softly- the red string glowing even more brightly filling your whole hand as if to convey your true feelings for one another-

Before that, Adam guy started to sing - you internally groaned. Is Hell and Heaven just some musical? Blocking him out until she began to sing- humming, you didn't even care of the crude words she spoke of your kind - never mattered in the slightest to you anyways given your a demon-

But damn. Her voice? Was the single most gorgeous thing you've ever heard- staring at her. You ignored how Charlie grabbed your arm on instinct as the executioners came close - Lute came so close to your face - it took everything in you to not lean in as well

"-All vile sinners Like yourself should be slaughtered- can't wait to kill you" she snarled in your face- but that did nothing to change your views. Your heart beat faster as you came to a single conclusion

Your fucked.

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a helping hand | nami

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synopsis: Luffy should've know better than being so close to the edge of the ship. Of course he would fall, it was just a matter of time. After you saved him, getting soaked and shivering from the salty water, Nami was so kind to help you get into a hot bath. You just didn't expect her to keep you company. Or to insist on washing your skin for you. [2.4K]

warnings: smut. dubcon. voyeurism. groping. masturbation. fingering. manipulation. dumbification. nudity. body massage. tw: use of 'good girl'. soft dom!nami. yandere!nami? female!reader.

Humming an old song, you walked around the Going Merry deck gathering your scattered materials. You asked Zoro a zillion times to not touch your things but don't matter how much he tries to be blasé: Zoro has a weak point for shining things.

You dropped all the metal pieces on your construction table, and separated everything into piles that looked disorganized but made perfect sense to you.

Still humming, you grabbed your screwdriver and went back to work on your recent project. Explosives are easy to make, but your crew isn't exactly in a position to waste a lot of gunpowder. Just unscrew the right parts, gather the remaining gunpowder from the stray bullets on the deck, connect the right wires and that's it! Usopp will get so happy!

"I need opinions", Sanji entered your room without knocking on the door. He put a dish in front of you, something that smelled so good you didn't even thought about complaining.

You took the silver spoon from him, and you felt how soft the cake was when you cut it. You couldn't help but to close your eyes, enjoying the moment. "You said you needed compliments?"

Sanji almost held your new creation, but the thought of getting his hands dirty convinced him of doing otherwise. "You always know what to say, sweetheart."

"And you al-"

The sound of something heavy falling shut you up. You looked around, fearing that one of the bombs had fallen off your desk, but there was nothing wrong. Then you heard the excruciating scream.

"Luffy", you both said in sintony.

When you both made to the deck, nothing was there. You ran to the other side, but it was just as desolate. "Is everything fine?"

You came back to Sanji, you saw him starring at the ocean. You did the same thing, supporting your body on a rope, and saw. The straw hat was floating.

"Luffy!" Sanji yeled, but received no answers. "Luffy!"

"Why all that noise?" Zoro get out of his room, his wristband resting on top of his three katanas.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep but Luffy fell in the fucking ocean", Sanji started to prepare a floater, working on a strong knot.

Zoro walked towards the boat's ropes, and you kept on looking at the ocean. If you know Luffy well — and you do —, then his hat fell and he didn't thought twice before jumping. You stared at the floating hat, waiting to see a sign of him.

When his hand appeared, a loud gasp stretched your throat. You looked around. Both men were doing the best they could but it wasn't fast enough. So you did the only thing you knew would stop Luffy from drowning.

You dived.

The water was so cold you almost screamed, but you had a better goal in mind. Luffy, even not being able of entering the salty water, would've done the same for you or any of the crew. He wouldn't hesitate. And you can't be weak when your captain is in danger.

You went up to breathe and check where the hat was. Sanji and Zoro shouted, but you were in no condition to hear them. You dived again, this time towards the straw hat.

Luffy struggled, trying to swim upwards, but his body was so heavy. He saw his hands, the sun shining beyond the sea barrier, his hat in the distance. It became difficult to keep his eyes open. His breath had run out so long ago. Desperate, Luffy tried to stretch again.

Something grabbed him, and Luffy tried to fought. He was so lucky for not having the strenght to fight a dove at the moment, because when the thing pulled him to the surface Luffy could finally breath again.

He coughed until all the water inside his lungs were back in the sea. Luffy held onto you. That was the first time you saw him so vulnerable. So in need of help.

"I am here", you tried to calm him down. You put his hat on his head. "I am here, captain."

Your body ached, but you held him and made sure his head wasn't near the sea. Every muscle burned inside of you. They dropped the floater, you put it around Luffy's body. Zoro hoisted him up, you could hear Usopp helping.

When it came down again, you held onto it and let them help you. All your members were shaking, everything was so cold.

Zoro held you and helped you stand on the Going Merry. He was so strong, and yet so gentle. Zoro can try to hide it, but you know his heart is his best quality. Your legs betrayed you when he let you go, but Usopp grabbed you before you could hit the ground.

He helped you sat on the deck, right beside where Luffy layed down. You mirrorred him, facing the sky. You let the breeze invade your lungs, the sky hurt your eyelids, seagulls sang in the distance. Freedom. Absolute freedom. Just like Luffy promissed you.

You breath in, letting the air relax your muscles. A shadow covered you, probably a cloud floating in the atmosphere, the sun couldn't aim you anymore. "You're fine?"

"Are you some kind of hero?" Even with your eyes closed you were still able to see Luffy's smile. "An angel?"

You laughed. It hurted, but it was the kind of pain that don't really matter. "You were drowning."

"I'm talking about my straw hat. You saved it", you heard Luffy sitting. His spirit was back already. Good. Really good. "And she even called me captain!"

"Don't get used to it", you heard Nami. You blinked, trying to expel the salty water from your eyes. Just then you realized that it was her shadow that protect you from the sun. Kneeling by your side, Nami's concern was almost palpable. "You both could've died."

You gave her a beaming smile. "I'm not that easy to kill."

"Me neither!" Luffy jumped from the floor and get on his feet. "Still brand new."

"Annoyingly resilient", Sanji murmured to himself. He approached, another shade preventing the sun from bothering you, and extended his hand. "What a crew!"

Nami pushed his hand away, and extended hers. "Do you think you can walk, brave girl?" Sanji rolled his eyes and followed Luffy, probably to offer him food.

You grabbed her hand, and without effort Nami managed to lift you up. For a moment you felt like you were going to fall, gravity playing tricks on your perception, but Nami held you by the shoulders. You melt between her hands.

"Are you fine?" Nami asked. Her fingers carressed you soggy skin. She squeezed your arm, her warm hands contrasting your icy body. "Do you think you can take a bath?"

"I can't get back to work stinking of fish, can I? Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

"I know. You just don't need to."

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Leaning against the wall, you watched Nami preparing your bath. She boiled water, filled the bathtub, and now balanced the temperature with cold water. The way she was so exact, careful, made you smile.

She put her hand on the water. "Perfect", Nami murmured to herself. She turned to you, drying her hand on a towel. "Come here."

You were shivering, the clothes weighing you down. The closer you get, the more you felt how hot the water really was. You dipped your hand into the bathtub, an involuntary moan escaped your mouth. "Perfect. Thank you, Nami."

Nami walked away from the bathtub, taking the buckets with her. She placed them at the back of the bath area, and walked to the door. "Take off your clothes," Nami said. You heard the door being locked. "That way the water will cool down."

"Why are you still here?"

"I've told you. I will take care of you", Nami crossed her arms, walking slowly towards you. "Do you need help with you clothes?"

"No, I..." You held your wet clothes, the temperature of your body suddenly increasing. "I would rather not do this in front of you."

"Oh, I get it now", Nami smiled to you as if it was just a normal conversation. "We are girls. There's no need to be shy. Here, let me help you."

Nami touched the hem of your blouse. You tried to pull away, but she pulled you closer. Your chest collided with hers. "It's okay," she began to pull the soaked fabric up. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course", it was true. You trusted your life to her before, and you would do it again. You would've died for Luffy early if it was needed, and you would do the same for her. "You know that."

"Then let me help you, huh?" Nami purred against your ear. "Can you do that for me?"

You stopped fighting back. Nami gave your cheek a delicate kiss. "Good girl."

Nami pulled your shirt up, the sticky wet fabric giving you goosebumps as she slid it across your skin. She threw it on the floor, and admired you. You tried to cover your breasts, but Nami held your wrists. "No need to be embarrassed. You're beautiful."

Without being able to answer her, you just watched her kneel in front of you. She undid the buttons on your shorts and pulled them down. You leaned on her shoulders to take them off, Nami smiled at your gesture. She discarded it like the blouse, and rested her hands on your thigh.

"Don't you feel better now?" Her fingers played with the seam of your panties. You closed your legs. "Without all that wet, heavy clothing. Don't you think I did the right thing?"

“I guess so”, you swallowed. When you felt her fingers pulling your panties, the movement so slow it bordered on torture, you closed your eyes tightly. "Nami, I..."

"Open your eyes."

You did as she said. Now naked, you just wanted to hide yourself. Nami smiled at you, her eyes shining. "Enter the water."

You turned to get into the bath, and you did it so quickly it was almost inhuman. Up to your chin in the water, you heard her approaching. She sat on the tube, and grabbed you by your chin. "Feeling good?"

You looked up at her and nodded. "Great", she said. Nami wet the soap and rubbed it on her hand. "Now I'm going to make you feel even better."

She started with your hands. Nami massaged them with so much devotion, so much care, that you almost forgot your shame. The affection rose to your arms. You felt the soap penetrating your skin, taking away the smell of salt. Her hands smooth out the knots in your muscles. When she focused on your shoulders it was impossible not to close your eyes. "Feels so good."

When her hands caressed your breasts, a part of you didn't want to complain or pull away. A part of you asked you to stay there, quiet, and let Nami do whatever she wanted. She always knew what was best for you. And that was the voice you heard.

She squeezed them lightly, slid her fingers through them, pinched your nipples. Nami soaped them, massaged them, worshiped them.

As she dropped her hands, you couldn't help but complain. "Patience, brave girl," Nami scratched your thighs. "Open your legs for me."

And you did as she asked you.

Her fingers ran down your thighs, squeezed your waist, played with your skin. Then they approached the hottest point on your body. The point that seemed to vibrate, boil under the water. You shivered when her finger touched your lips.

Nami's other hand went up your body, her nails scratching your skin, and ended up grabbing your hair. Your head fell back, exposing your neck, and Nami slid her nose against your damp skin. "My girl is so sensitive", she licked the junction of your neck and shoulder.

With her tongue working on your neck, playing with your sensitive skin, her fingers circled your lips. Your nerves screamed under her fingers, your mouth wouldn't stay closed. Nami could turn you over, smear you, twist you: you wouldn't complain.

Her thumb pressed against your clit, the bone slamming into your stiff nerve at an excruciating pace. Nami let go of your hair and moved her hand down to your breasts, playing with your sensitive nipples. You moaned, blurrs glowing in your closed eyelids, and you rolled your hips against her fingers.

Without needing to hear you ask, without even warning you, Nami penetrated you with two fingers. The sounds you made became louder, more needy, and with each movement of your fingers inside you, your body became hotter. You smiled, so immersed in the pleasure that you didn't even notice the lewd way Nami was looking at you.

She curled her fingers. The pressure massaging your walls became too much, and you grabbed her fist. "N-Nami, I..."

"Do it again", Nami bit your neck. She increased the speed of her fingers. As she thrust her fingers into you, her palm bumped against your clit. A shameful sound escaped your pussy. It was so good. So, so good. "Moan my name."

"Nami", you did as she demanded. It was impossible to say anything other than her name. Your moans were so loud, so shameful, you wouldn't think it was impossible for everyone on deck to hear you. But you didn't care. You didn't care about anything. "Don't stop."

Then Nami opened her fingers. She became even more brutal, her hand went back to your hair. She grabbed it tightly, almost really hurting you.

It started as a numbing wave. It passed through your pussy, up your belly, reached your breasts. All your limbs became useless, your mouth hung open, your eyes closed. And when the wave reached your head, you were already unable to breathe. You could only tremble against her fingers.

You squirmed, and it was Nami who kept you sitting down. She continued to fuck you, to torture your clit, to hurt your head. And when you became an empty doll, your mind blank and your body tired, Nami stopped. She didn't take her fingers out of you, feeling the way you still squeezed her. Tender kisses reached your cheeks.

You were the one who initiated the kiss. It was sloppy, you were too weak to do it any other way. You held her by the neck, trembling hands clinging to her soft skin. "Join me."

Nami smiled against your mouth. She stood up, still bent over to continue the kiss. "It will overflow."

"Do you care?"

She didn't.

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[minjiarchive]

for you, for mommy | jiu x fem!reader

a/n: requested/suggested – goddd i'm so glad to be back writing for you all again, i truly missed it and i hope this is a good comeback writing lol

warning / smut, mommy kink, edging mentioned, slight spanking, (dom!jiu)

“Now where did you think that being a brat would land you?”

The vibration of her voice while her mouth was on you only added fuel to the heat in your body.

Your control over how sensitive you were was far from being in your power now, it was controlled all by Minji. You couldn't even tell if you were being teased, mocked, or maybe something far harsher than those two combined. She left you even more speechless with the amount of buildup she'd add to your orgasm, only to take it away in a split second.

Maybe it was torture you could say.

“Please.” You begged, without any thought behind your words (even though you truly meant it).

She slapped the side of your ass, enough to echo through the room. You felt like you were going to cry out right then and there. You had little time to even process anything coming out of your mouth, you were all too desperate to think.

You tried your best to connect two words together but all that spilled out from your mouth was “please”and “fuck”. It didn't make sense if someone else heard it but Minji understood you well, she took everything as a sign to give you more, pushing you to the edge.

“Please who?”

“I'm a bit surprised... you aren't acting like the good girl I know and use.”

Your orgasm was too high and close to stop now, but you would risk the chance of ruining it if you just got one glance of Minji between your legs.

Should you even feel humiliated by how much you need her?

The only way you'd be cumming tonight is if you call her,

“Mommy, please ruin me.”

Minji almost moans out loud at the name, but she leaves it with a muffled groan. You swallow hard, not only at the tension growing in the room but the tension growing in your pussy.

You feel so tight – your body tenses and your walls clench and tighten around nothing. You feel empty, you need to be filled up.

“Mommy please, fill me up and make me cum...” your voice comes out in a whine, broken and ready to be gone by the next day.

“That's my girl.” Minji praised, her ego suddenly boosted from the way you begged for her so hard, so hard that you claim to be “Mommy's girl”. The name always did something to her, especially when it came from you.

Minji almost humps the bed unconsciously, thinking too deeply about everything she'd do to ruin you but her body stops before her mind could go further. The idea that you'd be that submissive and desperate to do anything as she pleases turns her on way more than you'd ever think.

She thinks about if she's satisfied enough with your response but the more she thinks, the more attached she gets to you. Your body is pulling her in like a magnet, as much as she wants to stop herself to tease a bit more, she can't.

Her mouth drops a bit lower to lick a long strip along your slit, your body jerked up slightly, even the most sudden touch could you make cum. You couldn't care about sensitivity anymore, you needed some sort of relief no matter how you got it.

“If you want mommy to ruin you so badly then you're going to have to keep that pretty body still for me.”

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[billthedrake]

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

"Russ?" the voice called out as I walked through the big-box store parking lot. "Russ McAdams?"

Maybe it was the dark winter dusk or maybe I just didn't expect to see Coach Stanley, out of the classroom in his casual hoodie and jeans, but it took me a second me a second to connect the voice with the face.

Given how much I'd jerked off to fantasies about my AP History teacher back, I probably should have recognized him immediately. The guy wasn't the only dude I lusted after in high school, my body swimming in teen hormones and my head trying to make sense of it all, but I always thought he was the hottest teacher at Aurora High. 5'11" thick ex-baseball player muscle, thinning brown hair and a clean-shaven face that always seemed on the verge of a five o'clock shadow. Even the way he walked was a little bow-legged and a lot masculine.

He wasn't clean-shaven any more, instead sporting a closely trimmed beard. And he wasn't in his khakis and button down shirt now, but instead had on a puffy winter jacket and jeans, with a scarf that mostly covered a casual sweatshirt underneath.

"Coach Stanley?" I said as I realized who was walking up to me. Ed Stanley wasn't my coach, just my teacher, but all the school called him Coach Stanley or Coach S for short.

"Almost didn't recognize you," he said as he held out a gloved hand. I shook it. "Seems you've done some growing in college."

"Yeah, I guess I have," I chuckled and took his words to be a big ego pump. After I moved off to school and came out, I decided that I'd hit the gym. Hard. I was an athletic kid in high school, on the soccer and tennis teams, but I was slender, and my height made me look even leaner. But it was winter break of my junior year and I'd put on a lot of muscle since Coach Stanley last saw me.

"Well, you're looking good, Russ," Coach S said. I mean it was probably an innocent compliment, but standing a few feet apart from the guy, I got caught up in his blue eyes and bright smile for a second. All those silly adolescent puppy crushes I thought I'd outgrown came flooding back to me.

I know I blushed, but my red cheeks could probably be explained by the cold evening weather. I'd underdressed given I had only planned to pop in for a last-minute gift for my sister. "You running some errands, Coach?" I asked.

The man nodded and gave one of those trademark Coach Stanley smiles. Fuck I was gonna be jerking off thinking of him later, for sure. "I've kind of procrastinated but I'm here to pick up a tree." He gave an embarrassed shrug. "It's a lot of trouble to go through with just me, but you know, I guess it doesn't feel like Christmas without one."

I didn't know Coach Stanley's story. I mean, a few of the girls in my high school gossiped about his hot fiancee, so I think I expected him to be married by now.

"You busy shopping, Russ?" he asked. I half thought Coach would just say hello then go on his way. But I figured a teacher enjoys running into a former student. And I was a good student, I knew - academically successful and all-around "good kid."

"A last minute gift," I replied, holding up my bag. "Guess I'm a procrastinator, too, Coach," I laughed.

Stanley flashed me that bright grin, and it seemed like his eyes couldn't break contact. Fuck. "Well, I guess I better let you get on with your errands," he said. "Good running into you, Russ. Take care."

"I will," I said. "Good seeing you, too, Coach."

He paused and then added. "And if you ever want to stop by the school, say hi... I'm always around."

"Will do," I said.

We both kind of stood in the parking lot, looking at each other. I think we laughed at the same time from the awkwardness.

"All right," he finally said with a nod and turned to walk over to where the Christmas trees were set up.

He got about four paces, but I spoke up. I couldn't believe I was about to say this, but I figured if I made a fool of myself, it didn't matter. I didn't live in my hometown any more. And something about Coach's vibe made me think something was up.

"Hey Coach," I said. The man stopped, surprised, but turned around. I took a couple steps forward. "This may sounds weird," I said with a deep blush. "But if you want some help setting up your tree, I'd be glad to help out."

I could feel my heart pound, and I wanted the parking lot to swallow me, the embarrassment was coming on so strong. Thankfully, Coach Stanley's smile returned. "Yeah?"

I nodded.

He seemed like he was trying to check some emotion. "I'm sure you have better things to do, Russ," he said.

I had no inclination that Coach Stanley even thought about guys, but those words were when I knew he wanted me.

"My parents have some holiday party to go to, and I don't have any plans," I said. "I'm happy to help. Honest."

Coach paused then agreed. "All right. Maybe I can give you my address and you can meet me over there?"

We made a plan.

I went back home to drop off my shopping and to grab a quick bite. I had a quick change of clothes. I felt weirdly nervous, like I didn't know what Coach Stanley went for. It was a weird thought and unexpected I'd even be thinking this on a Saturday night before Christmas. I took off my sweats and slipped on a nice pair of jeans. A long-sleeve gray T and a layered T-shirt with my college logo on it seemed to be a nice jocky-preppy outfit and the snug size showed off my body pretty well.

"Hope you like it, Coach," I laughed in the mirror.

I went down to find some leftovers for dinner.

My dad was in the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of wine he was taking to the party. I told him I was thinking of going over to hang out with one of my friends. And maybe staying over if that was Ok.

Dad was the softer touch of my parents, but Mom probably didn't care. I was responsible, and they had a lot of me time over the holidays. "Just text us when you know your plans for sure," he said.

"Will do, Dad," I replied. "Have fun at the party."

"Be safe," he added, as went to get his coat, just as Mom came down the stairs.

They left pretty soon thereafter, and I cleaned up from my quick dinner.

By the time I got to Coach Stanley's place, I was feeling nervous, real nervous. I parked my car and walked up to the front door of the modest colonial house in a decent but not overly fancy neighborhood. I started second guessing myself. Maybe I'd been misreading the cues, but even if so I'd have some quality time with an incredibly hot man. I figured I'd just enjoy that for what it was worth.

When Coach answered the door, I was so turned on. Gone was the puffy coat and the scarf and the sweatshirt. My high school history teacher stood before me in a pair of jeans, sock-clad feet and a loose, thin cotton T-shirt of some fundraising road race. This shirt was a little loose but somehow draped perfectly over the rounded shoulder muscle and strong pecs. Even if it wasn't snug, I could tell Stanley kept his midsection flat and trim for a dude in his late 30s. I don't know why this was a major turn on, but Stanley wore a thin gold chain necklace around his corded neck.

"Glad you could make it, Russ," he greeted, his mellow tenor voice gaining a friendly edge. "Come in. I've just put the tree in the stand and was about to start on the lights."

I did feel kind of dumb. In my imagination, I'd come over and right away would be having sex with my former teachers. But here I was to help him with his tree. I took off my coat and followed him to the living room.

There were a few wrapped presents set to the side and a few family photos in frames. And there was a big bookshelf with hardbound books. But other than that it was very much a bachelor home. Sparse and clean, but not homey at all. I kind of liked it as a glimpse into Coach's personality, but it kind of felt lonely, too.

I set my coat down and followed his directions, holding the string of lights as he wrapped it around.

It was all business, but having two men at the task made it go more quickly. Next was the garland. Then there were a bunch of ornaments to put up - a couple of boxes.

"We don't need to do all of these," Coach said, handing me one.

It was a little frustrating being so close to this hunk in his own home. But it was a good kind of frustration. Sneaking looks at him. His handsome face, his serious demeanor, his hunky body. It was like every sexual thought I'd had sitting in his third period class all junior year came back to me, only it felt more powerful. Closer, more real.

At that point I wasn't expecting anything to happen. Maybe Coach was lonely at the holidays and just wanted some company. If so, I was happy to give it.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Let me just get by you a sec," he said. He reached up over my shoulder and hung an ornament in a bare spot. And just as quickly his hand left.

I wouldn't think anything of it, only two minutes later, he repeated the action. I paused and savored the grip of his hand on my shoulder as he placed the ornament.

My heart was pounding now. I waited a few more minutes, feeling this strange energy in the room. I really didn't want to misread things, but something was up. As Coach reached over and put a ball on a branch, I stepped beside him, almost behind him and put my hand on the middle of his back. Coach Stanley had one hell of a strong back, I could tell, and up close I could smell his aftershave.

"Mind if I get in here, Coach?" I asked, reaching up to the top. I had a good four inches of height on him.

As soon as I placed the ball, my eyes dropped level again and I saw those mesmerizing blue eyes. Quietly expectant.

I gently massaged that spot in his back, through the T-shirt and leaned in.

Coach's lips were soft, almost chapped, but they parted and I felt the tip of his tongue graze my own lips. As I parted them, our mouths connected fully in a kiss.

In my imagination of how this evening would go down, nothing compared to the thrill of that kiss. I was a young guy still, just 21, and I was realizing then that none of the guys I'd been with really knew how to kiss. Not like this.

Stanley's look was all serious when we finally broke for air. My heart was racing and I just sensed his was, too.

"You OK with this, Russ?" he asked softly. "I usually don't do anything like this."

I ran my fingers along the small of his back. I may not have had Coach's kissing skills, but I enjoyed being physical and handsy-flirty when I hooked up with a guy. It was something I learned from a frat boy I sorta-kinda dated and now something I consciously worked on.

Coach seemed to like it, and I could see his nostrils flare as my fingertips slid under the hem of his shirt to touch his bare flesh.

"More than OK with it, Coach," I grinned. Just being close to him I could tell how solid his body was, and that was turning me the fuck on. But I noticed Coach S wasn't making much move to touch me or feel my body. "More to the point... are you OK with it?"

He cocked me a little grin. "Yeah, Russ... it's just... part of me thinks I shouldn't be doing this."

"I'm not gonna blab to anyone, Coach," I said. "Promise." I ran my fingers up higher along his lats. Rock hard solid muscle that was more dense than bulky. I could tell the man was gonna give me new workout goals, already. "Come on... I want this so bad."

That made him smile. "I want you, too, Russ," he whispered, getting that serious look on his face again. And I was now getting my second Ed Stanley kiss, almost better than the first. And the man's hands were now on my waist, openly feeling me up as he pulled me into his body.

We made out, right in his living room, right in front of the Christmas tree, and our hands moved from gentle exploration gradually into groping. It was like we were copying each other's moves, and one-upping them.

The look on Coach S's face when he pulled back was adorable. I could see a crazy amount of lust but also the desire to fight it.

"I like to take things slow, Russ," he said as his blue eyes swept up my taller form.

"Works for me, Coach," I muttered, my voice cracking with lust. I mean, my normal MO would have been to go hard and heavy with a dude like this. But I didn't want to see the impatient young guy I really was.

He cracked a smile. "How bout some make out time in the bedroom?"

I nodded and followed him. The master bedroom was somehow even barer than the living room of Coach Stanley's house. But it smelled like Coach's aftershave and the scent hit me like pheromones as I watched the man pull the covers down and get up on the bed, still in his stocking feet and clothes.

Normally, I'd be stripping down, ready to get it on, but I followed Coach's lead and kicked off my shoes before joining him.

"Thanks for coming over, Russ," Coach said softly after a kiss.

My hands were on his chest. I was doing my very best to be a good boy and not grope the man too much but fuck he felt nice. I'd hooked up with some hot guys before, but Stanley was probably the hottest I'd scored. And the fact that I had some lingering high school fantasies added to the thrill. I was rock hard in my jeans as we lay on our sides, face to face.

"Not how I was expecting my evening to play out, Coach," I said. "This is a fantasy come true, to be honest."

He chuckled softly and ran his fingers along my flank. "It's Ed, Russ," he said. "You can call me Ed."

"All right, Ed," I said. "But I'm probably still gonna think of you as Coach."

He shook his head gently. Maybe mildly bothered by the fucking with his former student thing, but owning up to the dynamic. "Probably to be expected." Then he added, "You really better not fucking tell anyone, Russ." It was the first time I'd heard my former teacher swear, but the gruff tone was in gest, even if I knew Stanley had real anxiety about what we were doing.

"For real, Ed.... whatever happens stays between us." I took a deep breath and felt my heart pound. I was not good at doing the patient approach. "I know you wanna take it slow, Coach, but you make me so fucking horny."

That made the man laugh. "All right, buddy," he grinned. He pulled back and kind of sat up. I watched him pull his T-shirt off over his head.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I gasped, my thought going straight from my head to my lips. Coach's body was just incredible. Meaty and thick, but also in shape, even with knotted abs. He had a lot of brown fur on his chest, swirling over his round pecs capped with thick brown-pink nipples. And to top it off that gold chain clung around his neck.

"What?" he reacted with a laugh.

"You, that's what," I said. "That body is insane." I normally didn't verbalize my reactions to men when I hooked up. Then again, normally with my hook ups both men would have gotten off by now and be getting dressed to go our own ways.

Stanley seemed pleased with my compliment. "You're looking in fine form, too, Russ... come on, show me what you got."

I felt inadequate but I wanted to get the party going, so I stripped my shirt off, and raised the ante by undoing my jeans and pulling them down over my legs.

Already, Ed's hands were on my semi-naked body, feeling me up. Seems that Mr. Take it Slow was getting horny himself.

"Damn, Russ, you're not one of those Corbin Fisher guys, are you?" he teased.

I was eating his praise and his touch, too. After I kicked off my jeans I spread my legs to show off the hardon in my boxer briefs. I wasn't porn hung, but I measured up pretty well against most guys I'd been with, and I was certainly rock hard right then.

"You watch that stuff, Coach?" I laughed.

"I won't lie, Russ. That stuff's gotten me through some pretty lonely nights." His blue eyes met mine directly, communicating not only his desire but his vulnerability. For some reason, that made my cock twitch.

"No need for porn tonight, Ed," I replied. Then with an impish smile, I added, "Unless you wanna have it on."

He shook his head with a laugh. "No. No porn." He took his hands off my biceps and reached down to undo his jeans.

I swear my breath stopped as I watched him peel them down. I swear I don't know how and why I didn't realize that Ed Stanley had gone commando. As the jeans slipped down, I saw the thick brown hair of his lower belly, then a solid erection eager to poke out.

Coach was of average length. Totally average, yet thicker than normal. His cock was girthy and beautiful and seemed to fit him.

But his attention was on me, and as he scooted up back close to me he ran his fingers along the waistband of my underwear. "May I?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied. Like a kid unwrapping a present he peeled them off over my boner and then jerked them down my legs. My prick stood up and jerked in excitement.

"That's a nice tool, ya got, Russ," he growled. He stared at my cock then looked up to my face again. "You definitely could be in one of those Corbin Fisher videos." His fist wrapped around my hard meat and almost instantly his palm was smearing my pre cum down the shaft with its regular strokes.

I touched his dick, now, too, feeling like I had permission. He hissed, and I watched his face react as I did my best to adjust my touch and approach. "You into college dudes, Ed?" I asked. Maybe it was nosy or forward to ask. Coach wasn't old or anything, I'd guess mid 30s, but he seemed very much into my collegiate body.

He nodded. "If I'm honest with myself... yeah. I guess I think and wonder what if I'd done stuff back then."

I felt back for Coach S and also weirdly protective of the man. I let go of his dick and held up my arm. "Come here, Coach," I muttered.

He took the invitation and scooted into my embrace, nestling his warm furry body against mine. For a man in his early 30s, Ed Stanley was as hairy as a man in his late 40s. I wrapped my arm around his back and he held me in a similar grip. We humped our hard dicks together, slowly, but didn't really escalate the sex. Not yet. Ed just rested his head in the crook of my neck and held on to me.

"Feels nice, buddy," he said. Then, nervously, "you must think I'm a mess."

I patted his back. It was incredible how solid his lats were. "Not all, Coach... Ed..." I heard him laugh. "It bother you that I'm still calling you 'Coach'?" I asked. "Old habits and all."

Stanley pulled back. Up close his face seemed less youthful but he was even more handsome. I tried to memorize the soft lines in his rough-skinned face and the close trim of his beard. "It's probably not making me feel less like an old pervert, but it's all good, Russ."

He'd asked me to take things slow and we were just in this quiet emotional moment. Which is why I was surprised by the sudden move Coach made to roll me onto my back, with him on top of me. He was 5'11" and shorter than me but he easily weighed as much. I loved feeling every bound of his hard body on top of mine.

We kissed, and Ed was no longer doing the soft, gentle kiss. It was more the hard sexual kissing I was used to. Coming from this man, it drove me wild. Roughly he thrust into my crotch with his. I never was into frottage, and this wasn't gonna get me off. But as foreplay I fricking loved it. Feeling Coach S's athletic ex-jock body on top of mine, working up his own sexual heat to match mine as we sucked each other's tongues and then took turns plunging in and out of our mouths with them.

This whole evening had been unexpected and had played out with surprising ease. Only I realized I didn't know Coach Stanley's deal. On the apps, you know from the get go what the guy is looking for. I didn't know if Coach was a top or even if he was into fucking. For my part I was pretty vers and while anal was my favorite thing, giving or receiving, practicality mean that an oral hookup was more common.

The way Ed was putting his whole body into our intensely sexual make out made me half expect the man to kick my legs apart and ravage me. Instead he slowed his hips and paused, pulling back with a big fucking grin.

"Please tell me you suck dick, Russ," he hissed.

I chuckled. "Yeah, Coach."

That was all he needed to hear. Gone was the patient man. Instead he quickly scooted up and lined up his dripping cock to my lips. I mentally prepared myself, hoping Stanley wasn't the type to go into rough facefucking mode. I opened my lips and felt his prick press past them.

Thankfully after Coach pushed in three solid inches, he let me do the work. I didn't have a great angle or a lot of room for move my head back and forth, but that was OK. Stanley didn't need a pro blowjob, it turns out. After a minute of my awkward bobs, I felt his quads tense and his voice get real strained.

"That's it, Russ..." he hissed. His sexy masculine voice now needy. "Right fucking there, buddy.... so close... Yeah, keep sucking! Oh god, oh fuck... UNGH!"

His cum was hot and the load thick. The angle made it shoot against the roof of my mouth so it was a half second before I tasted him. He was salty and sweet and I was instantly hooked. I swallowed that ejaculation and moved my mouth back and forth, adding suction to coax out a few more jets. Other than the my sorta frat-guy boyfriend and a 20-something dude I went out with for a few months, I didn't have much relationship experience. And in my one-off hookups, my dick size meant I was more often then not being serviced orally. But damn, I loved this feeling of a man cumming in my mouth and down my throat. Particularly because it was Coach S.

He finally pulled back, a huge smile on his face. "Thank you," he muttered and patted my cheek. Then, he said, "your turn."

I watched as he quickly scooted down to get on all fours between my legs. I had been so focused on blowing him, I almost forgot how eager I was to get off myself. Coach was reminding me now, the way he licked up my boner, one side then the other.

Maybe Coach was closeted, I don't know. But the man knew how to suck cock. He had a good technique as he took me into my mouth and started working me up and and down. But the most amazing thing was his enthusiasm. Even though he'd already gotten his rocks off, the man was so clearly into this. Into sucking dick. My dick.

I watched him and enjoyed him, not overly urgent in my need to cum.

But, fuck, I felt Ed's fingers nudge my ball, and the urgency hit me. I thought of trying to hold back but I worried I'd mess up a perfectly great orgasm.

"Coach!" I hissed. "I'm gonna cum.... oh SHiT!"

I could hear Ed gulp as I pulsed my seed into his mouth. Then on my second spurt, he let out a deep, excited moan.

I leaned my head back and just enjoyed every wave of pleasure that coursed through me. I could get used to Ed Stanley's skills, for sure.

Finally, the man relinquished my prick and gently kissed up my belly and chest. I felt a little ticklish after the intense cum, which made him laugh softly.

"Thank you, Russ," he said, now raising his weight above mine, our soft dicks pressed together but our torsos not touching.

"Man... you're the one that's letting me live out my high school fantasies."

I could see him wince a little at that but he just nodded. "Well, I'm glad." He gingerly scooted off to the side, resting on the bed beside me. "I'll be honest, Russ... I don't know the etiquette in these situations."

"What do you mean, Coach?" I asked, turning toward him and running my fingers through the hair on his chest. I wanted to memorize the look and feel of this man.

He seemed shy now. "Sometimes guys seem to want to split once they get their nut. And sometimes they seem mad if I don't ask them to stay."

"I've done both, Ed," I assured him.

That seemed to relax him. "Well, you wanna stay for a bit? Maybe we can light the tree, enjoy some egg nog?"

I nodded, a smile on my face. "Yeah," I said.

That made him happy, I could tell. It seemed strange a man as hot as this could be so lonely, but I was happy to be his stand-in boyfriend or whatever for the evening.

We kissed some and then got up to get dressed again. As we padded back into his living room, I had to ask, "So... there been a lot of guys for you?" Maybe it was a sore point, but I figured if Ed wanted to some quality time, we could talk man-to-man.

He shrugged. "About ten. About half of those in the last year," he explained. "I guess I'm still figuring some stuff out."

I nodded, sympathetic. I had a different journey than Coach, but I understood some of what he was going through. "Well, I'm real glad I ran into you, Ed."

He smiled. "I'm glad too, Russ."

#drakestories

[sluttyten]

Just So You Know

summary: you’re kinda with jeno, but when you realize his best friend jaemin is in love with you too, well it complicates things

length: 20,996 words

tags: friends to lovers, love triangle to polyamory, voyeurism, semi public, sex toys, edging, bondage, blindfolds, anal play, double penetration, threesome mmf, brief mentions of daddy kink

There was a while when you thought Jeno and Jaemin were attached at the hip. You almost never saw them apart from each other, and any time that you did, the other would show up in the same place soon after, drawn together magnetically even when you were somewhere crowded or in public. 

But the first time that you saw Jeno alone, the first time that Jaemin didn’t immediately show up to interrupt, things happen quickly, hormones taking over. You learn that Jeno without Jaemin means that you get fucked quite well, pressed against the back wall of the small shed at the back of the property where they’re filming.

It happens repeatedly. 

Jeno gets you alone or you seek him out, you have sex. It’s easy.

You don’t know if he tells the others, and you don’t care one way or the other. It’s just a casual thing, a quick and easy way to get off between friends.

Until it starts to feel like more. Like when Jeno’s suddenly asking you if you want to get dinner with him. When he’s just kissing you and moans “I love you” in the middle of sex. Then it starts to feel like maybe this isn’t just hooking up anymore. 

And because it feels right, especially in the moment when you’re teetering on the brink of orgasm, you say it too. “I love you, Jeno,” like a stamp, a final seal on what this is.

You don’t label it, even after that. It’s still mostly just sex, sometimes with dinner, sometimes with driving around the city together, staying up late talking on the phone together, hanging out more with his group of friends. You start seeing a lot more of Jaemin, still connected to Jeno at the hip.

Jeno doesn’t call you his anything, and you don’t either. 

Soon, you feel like a trio because even though you’re just doing whatever with Jeno, you spend basically all of your time with him, and by extension, with Jaemin. 

You like Jaemin. He’s nice, but he’s snarky when he needs to be. He’s funny and goofy, but he also gives great deep conversations when the three of you are together but Jeno’s already fallen asleep. Many philosophical, political, world-changing discussions are held over Jeno’s sleeping head. Jaemin is handsome, so handsome that sometimes when you look at him and Jeno while they laugh together over some ages-old inside joke that you’ll never really understand, you think that this makes sense. 

You’re not really sure what this is, just that it feels right. 

Jeno doesn’t set as many boundaries with you while you’re around Jaemin as he does when you’re around others. In public, around most of your other friends, the most he’ll do is put his arm around your shoulders, maybe peck you on the cheek, hold your hand. But when you’re alone together with Jaemin, the three of you hanging out in the apartment or maybe in the backseat of the car, Jeno will hold you in his lap, will draw you in to make out even though Jaemin’s literally sitting right across from you.

It doesn’t seem to bother Jaemin, you realize after a little while. He’ll either make the usual comments like “get a room” or “when’s it my turn” or he’ll sit there and play on his phone, ignoring the two of you until one of you moans or starts to get a little handsier. In which case, Jaemin will usually reach over to smack Jeno’s arm or his ass or his leg or whatever is closest and easiest to hit. 

It gets to the point where you’re pretty much spending the same amount of time with Jaemin as you are with Jeno. The only difference that keeps Jeno in the lead is that Jaemin’s not (usually) around when you have sex.

There was one time, a late, late night of drinking together in the apartment, the three of you in Jeno’s perfectly sized bed. Jaemin was deep asleep, but Jeno was awake and you weren’t quite asleep, and Jeno’s warm hands and his whispered words against your ear had convinced you. Jeno ground his cock inside you from behind, both of you turned on your sides facing away from Jaemin. Jeno’s hand clamped over your mouth, the other on your boobs, and you don’t think you’ve cum that hard ever before, your breath gasping out between his fingers as you cum.

“I love you,” Jeno whispers afterwards, holding your lips to his in a messy kiss. 

“Love you,” you murmur back, turning yourself around in his arms to tuck your face against his chest. 

Things definitely start to change when the three of you take a long weekend trip to Jeju. 

You take a train from Seoul down to the coast, and Jeno’s in a particularly playful mood, constantly throwing himself at you to kiss you or tickle you, and you think it’s something about the late summer heat that has him in this mood, he and Jaemin both goofing around and laughing, Jaemin taking pictures and videos. 

You catch Jaemin filming you a couple times, teasingly whine when he zooms in on your face. Your hands brush against his when you push the phone away, but Jaemin twists his fingers with yours, holding you there while he and Jeno laugh about your sweet pout. 

Eventually, as the day winds on, fading from early to mid-morning, they settle down, seated on either side of you with Jaemin dozing beside the window, watching the scenery pass by. 

Jeno has your hand in his, fingers laced together and resting on his thigh while he scrolls through his phone with his free hand. You’re sharing his AirPods, the relaxing music paired with the warm morning sunlight heating the train car lulls you into a sleepy daze as well.

You wake when the train rolls into the station, Jeno’s music still quietly playing in your left ear as your head rolls on the shoulder beneath your cheek. 

“We’re here.” Jeno says, shaking your shoulder, and you open your eyes, lifting your head. You glance up as Jaemin rolls his shoulder, and you note the way that he’s avoiding your gaze as he reaches for his bag. You really hope you didn’t drool on his shoulder or anything. “Let’s get lunch before we catch the ferry.”

You take a ferry south from Mokpo, and the silliness of the boys continues, though Jeno ends up taking a nap this time, stretched out across the row of seats with his head in your lap while Jaemin sits across from you, looking at the two of you until slowly his gaze rises to yours.

“What?” You ask.

Jaemin shrugs, glancing away, his gaze flicking down to Jeno’s face before he turns to look out at the water. “Just so you know, you talk in your sleep.”

Jaemin’s slept in the same bed as you enough times now that you’re surprised he’s only just now learning this. “I know. Did I say anything embarrassing?”

You reach down, looking down at Jeno’s head in your lap. His cheek twitches a little when you brush your fingers over his smooth skin, lightly flicking a section of hair back from his eyes. You feel a warmth blossom in your chest. When this had started, the first time you told him you loved him, you don’t think you meant it then, but now you do. You love Jeno, even though he’s not your boyfriend, even if he’s still just your whatever.

Jaemin clears his throat, and you look up at him again. He’s looking out at the water, but something in the way that his head is turned tells you that he’s just started looking back out there. “You were talking about bread and making faces like you were eating some. You were cute.”

“Was I?” You watch Jaemin, watch the way that his hand curls against the leg of his jeans, his ears slightly pink. He looks back over at you, and when you smile, his gaze drops down to your lips. You can’t help it when you look at his lips, at how they part and pull into a smile. 

“Jagi,” Jeno’s voice rises from your lap, still half-asleep. His hand covers yours resting in his hair, and he pulls your hand down over his chest, holding it there for the rest of the ferry ride.

You reach Jeju as afternoon turns to evening, the sun sinking towards the sea, casting everything in a warm golden glow as you walk in the shallow waters of the beach near where you’re staying for the night. Jaemin trails behind where you and Jeno splash through the water. He laughs right alongside you both when Jeno grabs you by the waist, lifting you out of the water, spinning you around so Jaemin can catch your ankles.

The three of you laugh, your cries and laughter echoing toward the deepening blue of the eastern sky as they pretend to swing you so they can drop you in the water. Jaemin’s smile fills his whole face, all you can see while they swing you, and even once they’ve released your ankles back to splash in the water, Jeno pulling you up onto your feet, you can only see Jaemin’s face, the way that he’s watching you.

Even when Jeno slides his arms around you and presses his lips to your cheek, holding you in his arms while he turns to look at the last of the sunset, you just keep feeling Jaemin’s gaze on you. 

It’s always amazed you how it never feels like Jaemin’s a third wheel with you and Jeno. How it doesn’t feel like you’re a third wheel either when you’re with the two of them. And that night, as the three of you settle into the hotel room (a king-sized single bed because it’s cheaper than the hotel’s only room left with two beds), you think about how it never really feels like one of you is left out.

You’re balanced together.

You flop into the bed with Jaemin while Jeno finishes up in the shower, and Jaemin’s pretending to be asleep, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed. 

“Why are you pretending?” You ask, reaching out, hesitating for only a moment before you poke his cheek. “Jaemin?”

He smiles, his hand darting up to catch yours, and when he pins your hand beneath his against his chest, it’s your heart that starts pounding. This is wrong, the way that your heart beats faster, the way that you look at his lips right now and wonder what it would be like if you just kissed him.

The shower squeals to a stop on the other side of the bathroom door. 

Jaemin doesn’t let go of your hand. He doesn’t look away. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can speak, the bathroom door opens. Jeno steps out with a towel around his hips, tendrils of steam licking out at the rest of the hotel room. He glances at you and Jaemin then moves toward his bag, dropping his towel without a care in the world when he drags out the sweatpants he’ll be sleeping in.

“Really?” Jaemin asks, and it’s then that he lifts his hand. You leave yours there on his chest for a moment, only pulling it back when Jeno turns fully back around to face the two of you, flashing you and Jaemin his full cock. “I mean, I’ve seen it all, Jeno. Why even put your clothes back on?”

Jeno grins all soft and cute. “If that’s what you want.”

You reach back, pulling out the pillow from behind your head, and you toss it at him. “No, Jeno, just put your clothes on!”

He laughs, catching the pillow, jumping onto the end of the bed to hit you with the pillow, and you retaliate, dragging the pillow out from under Jaemin’s head.

Jaemin just watches as you and Jeno wrestle around together, laughing and struggling with each other, occasionally grunting when a pillow makes contact. He only leaves the bed when Jeno finally pins you, pressing his bare body down against yours and capturing your lips in a kiss.

“I’m gonna shower,” Jaemin says, moving away from the bed, heading for the bathroom. “Please be done with this by the time I’m out.”

And as soon as the door shuts behind him, you and Jeno are moving. Your hands slip down between your body and his, circling his cock with both hands, kissing the moans right from his lips. He tugs at your clothes, pulling them down just enough that he can flip you over and fit his cock inside you.

He fucks you roughly, his hand gathering your hair in a ponytail, his mouth hot on the back of your neck and your shoulders, leaving his mark behind. You’re moaning and gasping, crying out his name as he fucks in deep, and you’re well aware of the fact that Jaemin’s just on the other side of that thin bathroom door. You’d been able to hear the TV almost clearly while you were in there showering, so you imagine he can probably still hear you pretty well.

Somehow the thought of that gets you hotter.

And when Jeno leans in, his lips close to your ear, he says the magic words. “Do you think Jaemin’s listening to us right now? Think he’s in there jerking off, wishing he was still out here?” He thrusts deep, pushing a sweet moan from you, and he stays there, grinding his hips against your ass, trying to hit deeper as he says, “Maybe he wishes he was in here?”

You cum right then without another thought. Your mind blanking out, white-hot pleasure spilling through you, and a moment later Jeno’s fucking you through it, long, hard thrusts before he’s cumming too.

You’re both dressed and curled together beneath the duvet when Jaemin emerges from the bathroom. 

His damp hair curls against his forehead, and when he climbs into the bed on your other side, he smells like Jeno’s eucalyptus body wash. The lights in the room are off, the only illumination coming from Jeno’s phone screen as he searches up what the three of you are going to do tomorrow.

You look at Jaemin as he settles in, as he slides down into the sheets and rests his head on the pillow, rolling onto his side so his back is to the two of you. But one of his hands rests above his head on the pillow, and as Jeno moves his phone around while typing, the brightness of a white screen flashes over Jaemin’s hand and you can make out the clearly defined imprints of teethmarks, like he’d bitten his fist.

“Goodnight, Jaemin,” you say, boldly reaching out to touch his back.

He curls his shoulders a little inward. “Goodnight.”

The following morning, Jeno wakes you with a kiss on the forehead, reaching over you to shake Jaemin awake too. “Come on, we’ve got a busy day.”

“We’re supposed to be relaxing,” Jaemin groans, turning over onto his other side, his face squished against the pillow just inches from yours. His knee nudges against your leg. “Let’s sleep a little longer.” He shifts, getting comfortable again. And then his eyebrows draw together, he tilts his head forward towards you. “You smell like flowers.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You ask. 

“No.” Jaemin’s frown clears. “Flowers are nice.”

“Flowers are nice,” Jeno agrees. “And if you wake up now then maybe we can grab breakfast before we go see some pretty flowers while we hike Hallasan.”

There’s a lot of grumbling from yourself and from Jaemin as Jeno drags you both through the process of getting ready. The three of you stand shoulder to shoulder in the tiny hotel bathroom, all trying to brush your teeth together. Jaemin pouts the whole walk from the hotel to a cafe down the street, complaining that it’s too early and he was sleeping so good. He only gets quiet when Jeno shoves a caffeine-high in a cup into Jaemin’s hands.

The hike is a long one, one that Jeno had been looking into for weeks now, preparing everything that the three of you would need for this day. About a six hour minimum round trip, so he’s lucky that you love him.

Jaemin, buzzing off his caffeine high, is happy about the hike once you all arrive and start out. He’s again filming more on his phone, vlogging this experience though you doubt that the video will ever be edited let alone posted. But you enjoy the energy of the hike with the two guys. 

There’s a couple that passes with a very happy looking dog that you all stop to pet for a few minutes, there are parents with young children who you pass by. The scenery is pretty, your moods are good. Jaemin walks between you and Jeno, his arms thrown over both of your shoulders, trying to film the three of you together.

The energy lasts for a while, but then the climb gets a little steeper. This is where the parents with the young kids start turning back. This is where Jaemin stops filming for a bit, his caffeine starting to wear off as he replaces it all with water. Jeno’s still chipper, encouraging the two of you as you start to lag behind that this is fun.

“I think you need to redefine fun, Jeno,” you pant as you catch up to him at the top of a steep set of rugged stairs. 

“We could’ve just gone to the beach,” Jaemin groans, coming up behind you. “Or I could have stayed at home, and not come along at all.”

But honestly, when you reach the summit shortly after, it’s worth it. The view is amazing on a day as miraculously clear as this, with the entirety of the island laid out beneath your feet, the sea shimmering beneath the sunlight. 

“It’s worth it,” you admit to Jeno. “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, but it was worth it.”

He kisses your cheek. “Yeah, I’ve heard that from you before.”

You push at his arm, glancing in Jaemin’s direction a couple feet away, but either he didn’t hear or he’s pretending not to, too focused on filming the view, panning around until he’s capturing you and Jeno in the frame. You smile, holding your fingers up in a peace sign and waving them. Jeno loops his arm around you, drawing you back against his chest, and both of you laugh. 

Jaemin spins around, holding his phone up and aimed at the three of you now. And you can see yourselves on the screen, and you like the way it looks.

You stay up there at the summit for a bit. It’s somewhat crowded, but Jeno assures you that it’s less crowded now than it normally is according to the photos he’d seen online while doing his research. Jeno and Jaemin lay out a picnic blanket, Jeno uncovering food from his bag, and you stretch out on your back, pillowing your head in Jeno’s lap. 

Jaemin’s on his back too, one hand held up to shield his face from the sun, but it doesn’t stay up there for long. You watch as Jeno reaches over, grabbing Jaemin’s hand, and he holds it for a moment while he talks to the both of you about something that you’re not really listening to because you stopped listening the moment that you laid eyes on Jaemin’s face when Jeno grabbed his hand.

The way that Jaemin lifted his gaze to Jeno’s face, his lips parted in surprise that turns to a smile. You look at the way that he’s looking at Jeno, and something inside you clicks into place.

You don’t say anything for a bit, you hold in your thoughts until the three of you are making your descent, until your legs start to grow tired again and you begin to lag behind. Jeno marches on, but Jaemin slows his pace to help you down a particularly rocky bit of the path. He goes down first, then holds his hand up to you so you can hold on.

And it’s then, when you slide your hand against his, as the heat of his fingers wrap around your hand, you spot the tiniest, faintest marks of what you’d glimpsed the night before. And your thoughts from earlier come tumbling suddenly from your mouth in the form of a question.

Sweeping your thumb exactly over where you’d seen the teethmarks the night before, you ask Jaemin, “Do you think of me?”

His hand jerks in yours, causing you to stumble the last little bit down, and Jaemin automatically wraps his arms around you. His gaze darts around, lingering on the downward path where Jeno’s gone. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

“It’s easy.” You extract yourself from his arms and tug on his hand. “Last night, when you were listening in on Jeno and I, when you came in the shower, biting down on your hand to keep quiet, were you thinking of me?” You watch his face, his expression shifting slightly, but he doesn’t answer, so you offer a follow-up question, “Or thinking of him, maybe?”

Now Jaemin pulls his hand free. “Why are you asking me this?”

You stare at him, waiting. “Am I wrong? Is that not what happened last night?”

Jaemin looks at you then back down the path. “What do you want me to say? Yes, the two of you were noisy, I jerked off. What’s the big deal?” He turns back to you, his gaze first lands on yours before falling to your lips. “And I was thinking of both of you. Just, like, what it would be like to be watching.”

“Like if you hadn’t gotten out of bed?” You ask.

Jaemin nods slowly. “Yeah.”

“Does Jeno know?” You ask, and you slide your hand up one of his arms. The words Jeno spoke to you last night to get you to cum echo in your mind. “Does he know that you think about us?”

“He would kill me if he thought I wanted to take you from him,” Jaemin quickly says, pulling his arm away from your hand. Once again, he looks down the path, making sure that he can’t see Jeno before he says, “He’s possessive of you, in case you’re not aware, and I like you, okay? So, no, my best friend doesn’t know that I am in love with his girlfriend.”

He fully turns away from you now, starting to continue his descent.

“Jaemin, wait!” You call, hurrying to catch up, but before you can do so, there’s Jeno rounds a bend in the pathway.

“We stopped to rest just a little,” Jaemin explains, tromping down the slope past Jeno. “But we’re good now.”

He’s irritated now, and that settles uncomfortably in your stomach. You didn’t mean to make him angry. You just wanted some answers. Because you’ve seen the way Jaemin looks at you sometimes. And it was similar to how he’d looked at Jeno up at the summit just a little while ago. 

Jeno looks at you, as if hoping for some clarification as to why Jaemin’s suddenly in such a bad mood. You curl your hand around his arm as you pass, tugging him along with you. “I’ll tell you about it on the way down.”

You keep Jaemin within sight, but he doesn’t look back at the pair of you. He doesn’t see as you curl yourself around Jeno’s arm, quietly conferring to him the conversation between you and Jaemin. He doesn’t see the way Jeno squeezes your arm, or the way that he stares after Jaemin too. He doesn’t see the plot forming between you and Jeno, a plan for later tonight.

By the time he does look back at you and Jeno, it’s been probably half an hour or longer that Jaemin’s been silently hiking down the mountain in front of you two. He pauses, waits for you guys to catch up, and then he falls into step on Jeno’s other side, not looking at you.

A few times, you notice Jeno open his mouth as if he’s going to say something, but then he doesn’t, and the rest of the hike passes in thoughtful silence. 

You can’t stop thinking of the look Jaemin had given Jeno at the summit. The look in his eyes when he’d told you that he’s in love with you. And then that sends you down a spiraling thought about how Jaemin had called you Jeno’s girlfriend, but you’re not his girlfriend, are you? You’ve really never discussed a title on this, even though you’re exclusively kissing and fucking and exchanging confessions of love. Is Jeno your boyfriend? Does that mean that Jaemin’s right, and that it doesn’t really matter that he’s in love with you too?

There’s really no speaking at all as the three of you take the bus from the base of the mountain back to the hotel. The weather’s really starting to take a turn as you board the bus, clouds gathering, growing darker. Raindrops start to hit the bus windows as you near the hotel, and as you step off the bus, a growl of thunder rolls through the thickening air. A fat raindrop hits your forehead. 

Jeno takes your hand, his warm and comforting palm pressed against yours as he starts to run with you for the stairs that lead up to your room on the second floor. You hear Jaemin’s feet slapping pavement behind you, metallically pounding up the stairs, splashing through a large puddle that’s gathered on the balcony.

The roof overhangs the balcony to provide a little protection to the doors of the hotel rooms, but it’s not quite enough as the rain starts to fall harder, soaking through your shirt almost entirely by the time that the three of you reach your room at the end of the balcony. Your clothes stick to your back as you wait for Jeno to shove the key into the lock, jamming the door open with some careful pressure with his shoulder, and all three of you tumble quickly into the room. 

Jaemin presses the door shut again, leaning back against it as it thumps back into the frame. He looks up from his feet, catches Jeno’s eye, and both of them start laughing. 

You’re all soaked. Hair plastered to foreheads. Clothes dripping and hanging from your bodies. Your white tshirt has gone nearly transparent, and at the same time that you realize that, it seems that Jaemin does too. His gaze drifts past Jeno, both of them still smiling, and he sees you with your shirt clinging to your chest.

His smile fades and fades until it’s barely there any longer.

Meanwhile, a heat grows inside you at the weight of his gaze on you. 

Jeno turns, noticing the fading expression on his best friend’s face, and when he spots you, understanding dawns in his eyes. You can almost see the moment that something clicks in Jeno’s mind, the words fuck our plan almost clearly written on his face.

He turns back to Jaemin, walking closer to him, and when he grabs him by the shoulders, Jaemin opens his mouth to protest, but Jeno doesn’t allow it.

This room doesn’t have a whole lot in it. There’s the single King-sized bed. A chest of drawers with a TV on it. There’s a pair of nightstands on either side of the headboard, each of them decorated with a lamp. And there’s a single armchair in the room sitting tucked in the corner at the foot of the bed near the bathroom. 

That chair is where Jeno steers Jaemin to.

“Sit. Don’t say anything.” Jeno tells him, pressing down on Jaemin’s shoulders until the other man bends his knees and sinks down into the chair. 

And then Jeno’s back in front of you.  

He meets your eyes, just a quick check with you before he’s edging in to kiss you, first just a soft peck against the corner of your mouth, pulling back and moving back in to kiss you more firmly on the mouth, and then he pulls back again to glance over in Jaemin’s direction before he turns back to you again and this time when he kisses you, it’s a real kiss, a hungry kiss that you open up to, letting him overwhelm you. Jeno tastes like the fruit flavored candies he’d been silently sharing with Jaemin on the bus, and you moan a little, trying to get closer to him, to get a better taste.

Jeno smiles into the kiss, and he reaches for the soaked hem of your shirt and begins to lift it. You hear Jaemin make a sound from his seat in the corner, but you can’t stop kissing Jeno, not for long enough to look over at your personal voyeur. A thrill tingles through your fingertips and down to your toes as you feel Jeno peeling the shirt from your skin, cool air meeting damp skin. You part for only when it’s time for him to lift the shirt up and over your head.

The material falls to the floor with a wet slap and the sound of Jaemin’s quiet gasp.

Finally you look over at him. 

You can see from the look on his face that Jaemin must be thinking that this is some kind of punishment, thinking that you told Jeno about your conversation on the rocks earlier, and this is Jeno’s way of restaking his claim on you and proving to Jaemin that he can’t have you.

And as Jeno sinks to his knees in front of you, kissing down your neck and your chest (lingering there for a moment as his hands slip around your back to unfasten your bra, letting that piece of fabric fall uselessly to the floor as well), he unbuttons your shorts and drags them down, and you can definitely see how Jaemin might view it as Jeno punishing him, but that’s not it at all.

Jeno presses lightly at your hips with his fingertips, and you sink down to sit on the edge of the bed. Jeno’s hands touch your knees, and you part your legs immediately, making room for Jeno to fit between them. 

You look over at Jaemin again. He’s sitting there, hands on his knees, watching. And when you make a brief moment of eye contact, you can tell that he’s trying hard not to stare, but failing epically as his focus drops down to your chest, to your peaked nipples, falling lower again to the sight of Jeno scooting forward and tucking his fingers in the band of your panties to pull them down. 

You watch Jaemin’s face as Jeno does this, as you lift your ass off the bed to let Jeno slide your last article of clothing down your legs. Jaemin glances up to your face, and you try your best to smile at him to nod and let him know that you want him to watch, that this is something that you and Jeno both want. He looks away again quickly, returning to the spread of your legs, Jeno’s face and hands.

A heavy silence weighs the air in the room for a moment as thunder rumbles outside. The tension inside grows. 

You reach for one of Jeno’s hands, and at your brief touch, he looks up to check in with you. You squeeze his hand, tilting your head slightly in Jaemin’s direction, and Jeno follows, glancing over his shoulder toward his best friend.

“Jaeminnie,” Jeno says, his hands skimming up your thighs. “Watch us.”

You can tell that Jaemin’s already hard in his pants, squirming in the chair. But he hasn’t made a single move to get up since Jeno’s hands had pressed down on his shoulders. And judging by the eager way that he’s drinking in the spectacle playing out before him, you don’t think he’s going to leave.

“She told me that you said earlier that you wanted to watch us.” Jeno’s fingers press gently near the apex of your thighs, making you part your legs just a little more. “And just so you know, we both want you to watch us too.”

Last night had been the first time either you or Jeno had brought it up, but you had certainly thought about it before. Maybe not consciously, but you’d had dreams of waking up in Jeno’s bed to morning sex, but when you’d checked it hadn’t been Jeno eating you out. You’d dreamt of getting double-teamed in the backseat of the car. And outside of dreams, you’d had sex in the same bed where Jaemin was sleeping before, and when you’d thought back on that night in the days that followed, some part of you had wished that Jaemin had woken up and caught you.

You weren’t ever sure exactly what you had hoped to come of that if he had woken, but right now, sitting on this hotel bed with Jeno moving closer to your pussy while Jaemin watches, you think you’ve finally figured it out.

Jeno moves up onto the bed with you, positioning himself so he’s not blocking Jaemin’s view as he kisses back up your body, tipping you down to lie beneath him, and he fills you smoothly with his fingers. 

Having Jaemin watching just makes everything better. You’re more aware of the way you react to Jeno’s touches and his kiss, the way you touch him too, the way you both sound. 

And you’re aware too that Jeno’s putting on a little bit of a show, making sure that any move he makes is visible to Jaemin. Anything he says to you, he says it loud enough that Jaemin can hear. He spreads your legs further apart, shifting you so you’re angled more toward Jaemin, so he can better see Jeno’s fingers disappearing inside you while he hears your soft moans.

Each time you look over at Jaemin, his hand gets a little closer to dipping inside his pants until one time you look at him and he’s just stroking himself over the front of his pants. You can’t look away.

“Do you like that?” Jeno asks as he curls his fingers inside you. “Jaeminnie’s so hard for you, jagi. Do you think he wishes he was over here? Wishes it was his fingers inside your cunt? Do you wish I was him?” 

Jeno sits up then, and he does one of your favorite things. He brings one of his hands up to your throat, carefully placing his fingers before lightly beginning to squeeze. Your eyes roll with pleasure, a surge of arousal bursting in your belly, and Jeno starts to fuck you harder with his fingers.

“Do you want Jaeminnie’s cock, jagi? Or is it just enough to have him watch?” Jeno asks, his lips pressed to your cheek, voice just loud enough that you know Jaemin heard, that you know he’s still listening when you let out a choked moan of Yes. “Yes, what?” Jeno asks.

You moan, twisting your hips as he keeps pounding his fingers inside you, and you can feel your orgasm building, rising quickly to your climax as you let your imagination paint a vivid image in your mind of Jaemin leaving that chair in the corner, coming over to join you and Jeno in bed, Jaemin stuffing you with his cock while Jeno chokes you on his. 

“Yes,” you moan again, “I want his cock.”

Your body arches off the bed when you cum, your heart pounding so hard in your chest that you’re almost certain the two men can see it. Jeno’s hand is still around your throat, pinning you down to the bed as your orgasm courses so intensely through you. His fingers work you through your climax.

“That’s too bad,” Jeno’s tone is taunting. “Because you can’t have Jaemin’s cock tonight, sweetheart. You’re mine to have, his to watch.”

His fingers fall from around your throat, and you suck in a strong clear breath. His fingers leave your pussy, and you clench around nothing, a soft whimper starting up as you realize that you’re not done here. You need more.

Jeno moves off the bed, and you and Jaemin both watch him closely as Jeno tugs his shirt off and as he drops his pants. You look over to Jaemin right as his gaze falls down to where Jeno starts stroking himself. You and Jeno both watch as Jaemin finally takes the plunge and slowly pulls his cock out, nervously checking to see how Jeno has reacted.

Jeno had told you before that they had both seen each other’s dicks on numerous occasions, that they’d even seen each other hard a few times. Jeno offers Jaemin’s cock only a cursory glance before he’s turning his back, returning to his place between your legs.

“Do you still want him to watch me fuck you, sweetheart?” Jeno asks, one hand on his cock, the other brushing over your thigh. You know that he’s asking just to make sure that you still feel all good about this. If you said no, Jeno would shut it down, tell Jaemin to leave the two of you alone for a bit. But you also know that when you nod at him, look over at Jaemin and say “yes” that Jeno’s full on board with that too.

Jaemin’s full touching himself now, and your gaze lingers there for a moment, admiring the sight of his cock, his slow strokes, his lips parting in a barely audible gasp when he feels your attention.

It all feels very quick after that. Jeno pressing into you, shifting you a little higher up the bed so he can move up onto it too. Jeno folding his body over yours while you wrap your arms and legs around him. Jaemin gets a full view of Jeno’s ass, his balls, his cock thrusting into your hungry pink pussy. 

Jeno’s rough and quick, and you know that he’s been more aroused by this whole situation than he was letting on. He’s going hard with little regard for you, but you don’t mind because as Jeno buries his cock deep inside you again and again, you’re watching Jaemin stroking his cock, his expression starved and lustful, drinking in everything you and Jeno are giving him.

“Look at me,” Jeno growls, and you feel his hand squeezing your cheeks, turning your gaze back to his face. Your eyes lock on his, and looking deep into Jeno’s eyes all you can see is love, his overwhelming love and desire for you, overflowing as he holds your gaze, his hand on your cheeks, and he thrusts into you, harder, deeper, faster, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm.

“Jeno!” You moan his name, your hands clutching at his back, fingernails digging against his skin. “Fuck, fuck! Jeno!”

Your release is timed almost perfectly with his, his cock pumping his cum deep inside you as your body pulses with pleasure again, pussy clenching around him. 

Jeno leans down, capturing your lips with his, moaning into the kiss as he thrusts a few more times to really finish himself off. 

You almost forget about Jaemin, all swept up in the kiss and the dazed afterglow of your orgasm and the heat and weight of Jeno over you and inside you.

But then you hear a moan from that seat in the corner of the room, and you break the kiss to look over at him.

You watch as Jaemin throws his head back, as his hand massages his cock, as he cums. Creamy white cum leaks down over his fingers, dripping down the length of his cock. You shove down the urge to crawl out from beneath Jeno, to get on all fours on the floor and lick up Jaemin’s cum. That much isn’t something that you and Jeno had discussed. He’d only told you that he was good with Jaemin watching, not actually sharing you with the other man.

So you lie there in bed and tuck away that new fantasy for another day.

Jaemin’s the first to move, getting out of the seat and vanishing into the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on and then back off. Hear clothes hitting the floor, the sound of him stepping into the shower, and turning it on.

Jeno presses his lips softly to your cheek. “I love you,” he butts his head gently against the side of yours, quietly saying, “That... That was good. But I just hope, like, that it doesn’t ruin anything.”

You look over at the bathroom door. It’s cracked open slightly, steam puffing out of the little gap. Absently, you lift your hand to Jeno’s head, combing your fingers through his hair as you whisper back, “What would it ruin?”

Jeno’s quiet for a moment as he moves away from you, lifting himself off of you, pulling out. He stoops down to grab his underwear from the floor, pulling them back up and tossing your panties back to you. He sits down on the bed as you stand up, and once you’ve got your panties back on and a dry tshirt from your bag on, that’s when Jeno finally speaks again. 

“I don’t want it to ruin us.” Jeno’s voice is still quiet, just barely above a whisper, and you know he’s worried about Jaemin overhearing from the shower. “And I don’t mean you and me. I don’t even mean just Jaemin and I. I mean all three of us. I like it when we’re all together. He’s my best friend, and you’re my.... I’m in love with you.”

You notice that quick switch, the continued avoidance of putting a label on this between you and him. You reach for his hand, holding onto it as you stand in front of him.

Jeno looks up at you, he pulls your joined hands up beneath his face, resting his chin on your hand. “I don’t want to lose either one of you. I don’t want things to get weird between us.”

“Jeno,” you sigh, “I like it when we’re all three together too. I’ve always thought that it just feels right.” Jeno nods, holding your gaze, looking up at you and waiting to hear what else you have to say, and it takes a minute for you to take a deep breath and finally muster the courage to put into words what you’ve been feeling all day. “Do you think it would be crazy if we just like opened up a little more, if we kind of just let Jaemin in?”

The room is quiet except for the patter of the shower on the other side of the bathroom door. Jeno has these warm, soft puppy dog eyes that are staring up at you, searching your face, thoughts swirling in the deep brown of his irises. 

“Jeno?” You ask after a moment.

Everything falls quiet. The shower faucet squeaks as Jaemin shuts it off. You can hear the trickle of the water from the showerhead, the sound of it swirling down the drain. You can hear Jaemin stepping out of the shower, the quiet splatter of the shower’s spray dripping off of him. 

Jeno nods. “I think I would be open to that. But not tonight. That might be, uh, too much.”

You agree. Too much, too fast. 

You lean down, pressing a kiss to Jeno’s lips. 

The bathroom door opens, and there’s Jaemin, a towel wrapped around his waist, and he stares as you straighten up. He clears his throat, drops his gaze, moves quietly toward his bag. He returns to the bathroom for just a moment, just long enough to pull his clothes back on, and then he’s passing quickly through the room, shoving his feet back into his shoes, grabbing a jacket from his bag, and he reaches for one of the room keys sitting on the chest of drawers. 

“I’m going out for a walk,” is all the explanation he offers before dragging the door open, and stepping out into the evening drizzle.

You and Jeno shower after that. You redress. By that point the rain has faded away almost entirely, so you walk a few minutes to a restaurant. You eat there, return to the hotel, and the room is still empty with no sign of Jaemin. You change into clothes to sleep in, climb into the bed together, turn on the TV to watch some drama, and you both fall asleep rather quickly.

You’re not really sure what time it is when Jaemin finally returns. The TV is still on, but all the lights in the room are off. Jeno’s deep asleep, halfway hanging off the bed. And you hear a key turning in the door’s lock. You watch through your eyelashes as Jaemin steps in through the door. He takes off his shoes and pauses, looking at the two of you on the bed, the spot still open for him on your other side. 

It must’ve started raining again because his hair is plastered to his forehead again. Jaemin sighs, shrugs out of his jacket, passes through the room to the bathroom. 

When he emerges again, he’s taken off his wet shirt and wet pants. You see him cast in the bluish light of the TV, all of his shadows and highlights as he looks again at the bed, at the spot beside you. You watch as he glances at the chair in the corner, and you can see it as if it’s written clearly on his face that he’s thinking of just curling up to sleep in that chair instead of claiming the spot beside you.

He starts to move for the chair.

“Jaemin,” you yawn, your voice thick with sleep. He jumps a little as he looks back over at you. You lift a hand, holding it out to him. “Come sleep in the bed. Don’t be stupid.” 

He hesitates for a moment longer, but when you make a mildly irritated noise and start to move like you’re about to get up, Jaemin finally takes a step toward the bed, he accepts your offered hand, and you tug lightly so he takes another step closer. 

You close your eyes, yawning again, and while you’re not looking, Jaemin settles into the bed. You take a peek at him, noticing the way that he’s lying straight on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

He’s tense, even in your half-asleep state you can see that. 

But he’s still holding onto your hand, so you take that as a good sign as you shut your eyes and sink back into sleep.

The hotel room is cool when you wake again a few hours later. The air prickles against the bare curve of your shoulder. All is quiet and dark in the room as the TV had shut off at some point, and all you can hear is the breathing of the two men in the room with you, the relaxing sound of the rain still falling outside.

Jeno’s drawn closer to you, curving his body behind yours, his arm curled over your waist. Jaemin’s still holding onto your hand, the back of which rests against his bare chest, and you can feel his heartbeat with each easy rise and fall of his chest.

And when you feel that heartbeat suddenly pick up, you lift your gaze from Jaemin’s chest to his face, and you find his dark eyes already looking at you.

Neither of you say a word. 

You hold his gaze.

Jaemin squeezes your hand lightly, and his eyes soften, reminding you of his confession from the day before. He’s in love with you, and just a few hours ago he’d sat there and witnessed what had probably seemed a display of possessiveness. Jaemin didn’t know about the rest.

He didn’t know about the feelings that were getting involved. He didn’t know about the talk you and Jeno had had about opening up your relationship a little and letting Jaemin settle into a place in this relationship.

You don’t want to speak right now. Breaking the silence feels wrong. So you lift your joined hands from Jaemin’s chest, and he watches as you bring the back of his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss there.

Jaemin squeezes your hand again. He starts to smile before he tamps it down and turns his head away toward the bathroom. 

Behind you, Jeno shifts, inhaling deeply and tucking his face into your hair. 

You know that eventually at some point today, you’re going to have to get out of this bed. You’re going to have to let go of Jaemin’s hand. You’re going to have to leave Jeno’s arms. The three of you are returning to Seoul today, which means another long day of ferry rides and a train journey, and you really don’t want to move.

But Jeno presses his lips to the back of your shoulder. He throws a leg over you, and when his heel hooks against Jaemin’s leg, Jeno sits up to take a look.

“When did you get back?” Jeno asks.

“Late last night,” Jaemin yawns, and when he moves to cover his mouth with his hand, he realizes that his hand is still held in yours. You feel him jerk, trying to slip his hand away, but you hold on tighter, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. 

Jaemin looks quickly between your face and your hand, then up to Jeno’s face. When he finds a lack of jealousy or possessiveness or anger of any sort, Jaemin relaxes. You can see the tension leaving him. 

“You didn’t have to leave,” Jeno says, and he slips over you, briefly straddling you as he crawls over to squeeze himself into the narrow space between you and Jaemin. He grips Jaemin’s leg, shaking it a little. “I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable by making you watch.”

Jaemin looks quickly away from Jeno’s face to yours and then back again. “You didn’t make me watch. I could’ve left at any point.”

“But you stayed.” Jeno’s hand flexes on Jaemin’s leg. 

You draw Jaemin’s hand back to your lips, giving him another soft kiss against the back of his hand. “We liked it,” you reassure him. “Having you watch us.”

Jaemin snorts. “I’m not surprised. The pair of you are kinda exhibitionists, aren’t you? Finally getting a somewhat captive audience, I’m sure it really got your rocks off. Especially with Jeno’s possessiveness thing.”

Jeno scoffs. “I’m not possessive.”

“No?” Jaemin smiles, challenging. “So you wouldn’t mind if I just...?”

The moment that Jaemin lifts a hand to cup your face, when he leans up over you and begins to lower his face towards yours, your heart races in anticipation. You part your lips around a gasp, your eyelashes fluttering as you fight the warring urges to keep your eyes open to see Jaemin like this and also to close your eyes and drown when he kisses you.

But he doesn’t kiss you. 

Your eyes flutter shut, and you feel his breath on your lips. You feel his fingertips against your cheek. You can feel the buzzing anticipation of his proximity, the energy of want emanating from both of you. But Jaemin doesn’t do it.

And when you open your eyes again as he pulls back, you see that Jeno hasn’t stopped him. Jeno is still kneeling where he’d been when Jaemin had first moved. He’s watching, amused and slightly aroused, but there’s no haze of jealousy in his eyes, no tension in his jaw or his fists. 

“What, you’re just gonna tease her like that?” He laughs as Jaemin slides away from you, completely removing himself from the bed. “You can’t just leave her unkissed.” 

Jaemin looks on as Jeno swoops in to finish the job, giving you an obnoxiously over-the-top morning kiss.

You push Jeno away when it gets to be too much, and then he teasingly rises up on his knees again, twisting on the spot to reach for Jaemin, as if he’s going to kiss him. 

You see the moment that Jaemin’s eyes go wide, when he parts his lips and his tongue darts out to wet them. But Jeno laughs and pulls back before he even gets close to Jaemin.

A phone chimes from the bedside table, and Jaemin quickly checks it, swearing under his breath as he sees the time. “We need to get going if we’re going to catch the ferry.”

So reluctantly you climb from the bed. The three of you move around each other in the bathroom, bumping elbows and shoulders while you brush your teeth, Jeno uses the toilet for his morning piss without a care that both you and Jaemin are standing at the sink. You all get dressed, make sure you’ve got everything packed, and you leave that hotel room and the events that happened inside it behind you.

During the long ride on the ferry, things are normal, much like they’d been on the ride to Jeju. The guys goof around. Jaemin’s taking a few pictures and videos. He keeps catching your eye. 

The weather clears after you leave the island, the sun peeking through the clouds slowly until the clouds vanish entirely, leaving the open sea and bright sunlight dancing off the waves. Jeno and Jaemin briefly leave you alone as they both walk off to check out the view from the other side of the ferry, and you lean against the railing on your side of the ferry, feeling the sun and the wind on your face. 

The dress your wearing flutters around your knees, your hair blows back from your face, and you close your eyes to soak in the feeling. Memories of last night play across the backs of your eyelids. Jeno lips at your ear, Jaemin’s eyes on you. You think of Jaemin’s hand in yours when he’d come to bed, waking this morning and sharing that quiet moment with him before Jeno woke, the look in his eyes that reassured you that everything was going to be okay, that nothing was ruined.

With your eyes closed and the wind somewhat loud in your ears, you don’t hear the approach. One moment you’re alone in the sunlight, and the next moment, there are a pair of arms around your waist, a pair of lips against your cheek, and Jeno’s voice laughing out a “boo!”

His body presses up against yours, his lips trailing down from your cheek to your neck to end at your shoulder. 

“What are you thinking about?” Jeno asks. “You looked happy.”

“Honestly?” You ask, tilting your head against his.

“Mhmm,” Jeno hums, his teeth skimming your bare shoulder. 

You glance around, noticing that most of the other passengers are sitting down. There’s no one around the two of you right now. Jaemin’s not even anywhere to be seen.

“Where’s Jaemin? Did you push him overboard, overcome with jealousy at last from last night?” You tease.

Jeno laughs. “So that’s what you’re thinking about? Last night?”

You nod. “It was good, but I want more, like we said last night. I liked it, and I liked this morning. Were you going to kiss him or was that just a tease?”

Again, he kisses your shoulder. “We can do more, sweetheart.”

He’s not really answering your questions. “So, did you push Jaemin overboard? Where is he?”

Jeno just laughs (which is mildly concerning), but a few minutes later Jaemin walks back into sight, perfectly fine and dry, so he definitely wasn’t tipped overboard. He comes to stand with you and Jeno, leaning his elbows on the rail and turning to look at you still wrapped in Jeno’s arms.

You look right back at him, admiring the way the sunlight shines off the water, reflecting on Jaemin’s cheeks, illuminating his eyes. He looks so handsome, glazed in summer sunlight.

When you reach out, cupping Jaemin’s cheek gently, he smiles at you. And when Jeno’s arms loosen around you, allowing you the freedom to lean closer to Jaemin, his eyes go briefly wide before his lids sink as he focuses on your lips. 

In the back of your mind you wonder if anyone is looking.

But the majority of your mind is buzzing as your hand on Jaemin’s cheek guides his mouth to yours in a first kiss.

He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. Not even a little. 

Jaemin kisses you like it’s something normal, like Jeno’s hands aren’t still resting on your hips as you kiss Jaemin. 

When Jaemin pulls back, you watch him blink slowly, his gaze sinking down to your lips again like he just might have to kiss you again to remind himself how good it feels. His lips pull into a wide smile, and he turns his head away, hiding the look of happiness from you and Jeno.

The second half of the ferry ride puts the three of you together sitting down, shoulder to shoulder as you look out at the sea. Jeno’s holding your hand on one side, and Jaemin sits on your other side with his leg pressed all alongside yours, and his pinky finger brushes against your pinky finger on your thigh, occasionally overlapping pinkies, but he doesn’t hold your hand. He doesn’t try to kiss you again, just spends most of the time suppressing smiles, giving you and Jeno curious looks.

It’s once you’ve departed the ferry, at last back to the mainland on solid ground that things change slightly. While you’re waiting in the train station for your train to arrive to take the three of you back to Seoul, Jeno disappears to the bathroom.

“Just so you know,” you say as you lean against Jaemin’s side, wrapping your arms around one of his, “Last night was about more than just us wanting an audience. It’s you, Jaemin. We like you. We want you. In case my kiss earlier didn’t, like, make that clear enough.”

He glances sideways at you. “Jeno too?”

You nod, sliding your hand down his arm until your fingers lace with his. “Yes, Jeno too.”

Jeno doesn’t even give the way you’re tangled around Jaemin’s arm a second glance when he returns, and it’s only then in that moment that you realize just how normalized he’s made this. You remember all the times you’ve held Jaemin’s hand, that you’ve cuddled with Jaemin, that you’ve done everything but have an actual romantic or sexual relationship with him. And Jeno has never cared. 

When the three of you board the train, you find a section of seats away from the more heavily occupied section of the train. Unfortunately, there are only two seats to a row, but there are two rows facing each other, so Jaemin just takes the seat in front of yours.

In your car, there’s only a few other people. A family of four sits at the front of the car. An older gentleman is sitting several rows back. A young woman, likely a student, is sitting in the back corner of the car with headphones on and her face buried in her phone.

No one is paying anyone else any attention at all, and you fully expect it to remain that way for the entirety of the two hour train ride.

Jaemin settles into his seat across from you, looking comfortable, like maybe he just might take a nap. But then the train starts moving, and not too long later, so does Jeno.

At first it seems like nothing. He just lays a hand on your thigh. But soon his hand is moving, fingertips against bare skin as the hem of your dress rides a little higher. His fingernails skim your skin, prickling heat that spreads to your core. You shift in your seat, lifting your gaze to Jaemin, and you find that he’s already looking.

When Jeno’s hand actually dips under the edge of your dress, you make a soft sound, your heart pounding in your chest as you reach to stop him. 

You’re in public. Totally in public where anyone on this train could look over and see what’s happening. Sure, the car isn’t crowded, but you know people might pass through here. 

Jeno grabs your wrists, and he safely pins them against your belly. 

“Quiet, jagi, be a good girl. Show Jaemin how good you listen.” He pecks your cheek, and keeping one hand on your wrists, Jeno drops the other back to the bottom of your dress. 

This dress makes it too easy for him to make you feel exposed. It’s similar to a wrap skirt style, so there’s a slit that Jeno slips his fingers under, flicking them to get the split to widen. He lightly brushes one side of the skirt off one of your legs, then uses his fingers to flick the other side off the other, his fingertips press against your knees, causing you to spread your legs a little wider for Jaemin to see.

Jeno looks around quickly, checking to make sure that no one is looking, that no one is coming, and then he starts really touching.

He runs his fingers up and down your thighs, coming so close to where you want and need him, but never doing more than just barely coming in contact with the elastic edges of your panties. 

Across from you, Jaemin doesn’t look quite so sleepy anymore. He’s intrigued, aroused. 

Jeno strokes and massages your thighs, a total tease right then, as you feel like your body is on fire. Heat simmers just beneath your skin. You let out a soft whimper that feels loud in the near silence of the train car.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Jeno reminds you. He taps a finger beneath your chin, and you turn your face toward him, letting him tilt your mouth up to his with his single finger. 

Even while Jeno kisses you, he doesn’t stop touching you. Hands on your legs, brushing briefly over the center of your panties. Your body jolts with sensitivity and need, another little moan spilling into the kiss.

“If you’re not quiet, I’m going to have to send you over to sit with Jaemin. I’m sure he’s got a way to keep you quiet.” Jeno murmurs, and then he’s pinching your jaw, turning your head to look over at Jaemin.

He’s got a hand in his lap doing a poor job of covering the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. 

“So be good, sweetheart.” Jeno kisses your ear, hooks his hand around your leg, tugging the one nearest him over his knee. “If you’re good, well, I see a reward in store for you when we get home.”

You sigh pleasantly as Jeno starts feeling up your legs again, baring you even more as he hitches your leg higher over his. You look across at Jaemin, as his eyes follow the movement of Jeno’s hands on your thighs, as he notes every rise and fall of your chest, and you notice too the way that he’s gently squeezing his dick.

All you want is for Jeno to actually touch you, to press the pads of his fingers over your panties, or even better to actually just dip them inside your panties, soak his fingers to the knuckles with your wetness. But he doesn’t do that. Instead he looks over at Jaemin and begins to hold a conversation with him.

They talk about everything. Nothing. Anything but you. Jaemin can hardly take his eyes off of you though, but occasionally you do notice the way that his gaze lingers on Jeno’s hand, trailing up his arm, detouring to look at Jeno’s lap for a moment before returning to his veiny arm and hand.

Finally, when you’re almost hiccuping to draw breath from the need burning you up from the inside out, Jeno pulls his hand away. Your knees almost snap back together, you turn your face against his shoulder and whine. 

By this point, Jaemin is obviously touching himself over his pants, grinding the heel of his palm against the bulge.

“Jeno, Jeno, please,” you moan quietly, just loud enough for Jaemin to be able to hear too. “I wanna cum. Please, just give me your fingers.”

He looks and sounds far too amused when he holds his hand out to you. “What are you going to do with them?”

“Jen.” Jaemin’s voice is deep, hard with just a hint of a soft plea mixed in there. “Just do it. Please.”

You think it’s that please that finally breaks Jeno’s resolve as his hand slides up your thigh, finally stroking his fingers along your core over your panties. Your hands fly to his arm, clutching tightly with a soft gasp as he swirls his middle finger slowly over your clit. 

Once again, your legs spread wide, the skirt of your dress draped over the sides and bunched at your waist. 

You watch Jaemin while he watches you and Jeno. It’s sweet enough to feel the buzz of static pleasure under your skin when Jeno’s touch pushes aside your panties, exposing your pussy to himself and Jaemin as he buries his fingers inside you. But what’s sweeter still is to watch Jaemin’s lips part on a deep inhale, his hand gripping around his erection in his pants, his eyes dark and watchful.

Jeno’s lips are against your ear, kissing, nipping, whispering to you. His other hand that’s not fingering you is draped over your opposite shoulder, positioned just so to be able to tease you nipple, to have you arching into his touch until he moves his fingers to be able to palm at your tit.

You’re trying so hard to keep quiet. You know that you could happily and easily be moaning for Jeno, but there are the other passengers to be considered and you really don’t want to be kicked off the train before Seoul and charged with public indecency.

Looking at Jaemin as Jeno plunges his fingers inside you again and again, as you can feel your wetness soaking your inner thighs and likely creating quite an indecent spot on the back of your dress, you swear it looks like Jaemin’s about to drop off the edge of his seat, cross the couple feel of space between you and settle between your legs on his knees to get a taste.

Your nails dig into Jeno’s arm at the mental image of Jaemin eating you out right now. 

“Jaemin,” you moan softly, bucking your hips.

“Oh, is that how you’re going to play this?” Jeno asks. “You really want Jaemin?”

He pulls his hand away from you, and both you and Jaemin snap your attention to Jeno. 

“I’m touching you and you’re moaning his name, sweetheart?” Jeno’s hand slaps down against your pussy. “Go on, then. Go have him touch you.”

Jeno withdraws from you completely, appraising you and Jaemin both with a smirk on his face. You try to pull his hand back between your legs for him to finish what he started, but Jeno just shakes his head and looks pointedly at Jaemin. 

“I mean it. Go to him.”

Before you can move to obey, you hear the sharp sound of the door at the front of the car sliding open. Your legs snap back together, and you pull your dress into place. 

“Jeno?” You ask quietly. “Really?”

He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “You clearly want to get fucked, sweetheart. And he clearly wants you too, look at how hard Jaeminnie is just from watching.”

A staff member is passing down the aisle towards your row, and you feel flushed, at the thought of how she could have almost caught you. And you feel even warmer, like you must be obviously sweaty and flushed, when Jeno lifts a hand and waves at the woman.

“Excuse me, where the restroom? Our friend isn’t feeling too well?” He gestures at you, and a fresh wave of embarrassed heat washes over you. You drop your head back against the seat.

“Oh, of course. There’s a lavatory in the back of the car.” She smiles, glances over you, and then she hurries along her way out the door at the back of the car and onto the next.

Jeno kisses the side of your head again. “Alright, there you go. Lavatory is at the back of the car. Go have fun. Jaemin, now’s your chance to practice some more acting. Our girlfriend’s sick, so take her back there and make sure she’s okay.”

Jaemin smirks at the acting challenge. “Yeah?”

And then just like that his expression clears and shifts into one of concern as he stands and reaches for you. You press a quick kiss to Jeno’s lips, whispering a thank you, before you let Jaemin take your hand and pull you to your feet. He wraps and arm around you, cooing and speaking in a worried voice to you as he guides you along the aisle toward the back of the car. Not that anyone is looking, but if they were then you feel that Jaemin’s acting would fool them into believing that he’s taking his girlfriend that feels unwell to the restroom.

The moment that the door of the restroom opens, you grab the front of Jaemin’s shirt, and you drag him inside the tiny compartment with you.

The door snaps shut, he fumbles with the lock. You reel him in closer as you press up on your toes and drag him again into a kiss. 

This kiss is different than the one earlier on the ferry. That one had been mild and sweet. A first kiss. This one is pure lust, a hungry moan breaks from you. Jaemin’s hands push at your skirt, splitting it much like Jeno had, and he grabs your thighs, dragging one up to hook around his hip. 

In this tiny restroom, there’s a toilet, a small sink with a little bit of a ledge around it, a mirror bolted to the wall. There’s a window looking out on the countryside that blurs by outside. 

Jaemin backs you up to the sink, lifting you to sit on the ledge. His fingers dig into your thighs, he grinds forward between your legs, and you feel Jaemin’s erection against your soaked core through your panties.

“In me. Jaemin, please. I need your cock,” you beg, trailing your fingers up and down his chest. “Please let me cum.”

Jaemin groans. “It’s so hot when you beg.” He kisses down your throat, and when he reaches the base, he just buries his face into the crook between your shoulder and your neck, breathing in deeply as his fingers draw up your thighs, reaching your panties. “Beg me again, baby?”

“Jaemin,” you moan breathlessly, “Please, I need to cum on your cock.”

He makes a satisfied sound, and then he’s pulling your panties aside like Jeno had. Jaemin slides his fingers inside you, two at first, and then three a moment later when he finds that you’re more than ready for him. You start up a quiet chant of his name, pouring from your lips softly and growing slowly louder as he works you toward orgasm on his fingers with his breath and lips and teeth at your collarbone.

You grip at Jaemin’s shoulders, your hips rocking on the edge of the bathroom sink when his fingers curl inside you, pressing up against your G-spot. “Jaemin!” You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders as your orgasm hits. Your leg squeezes around his hips, your pussy around his fingers, and Jaemin just sucks a small mark against your collarbone, fingering you through your orgasm, feeling your wetness gushing between his fingers.

“Jaem. Jaem, c’mere,” you murmur after a few moments, moving your hands from his shoulders to his hair, bringing his mouth up from your shoulder so you can look him in the eye. 

“Good?” He asks, a confident, pleased smile on his lips.

“Shut up and fuck me. God, please, please, Jaemin.” 

He crushes his mouth against yours, the kiss heavy and hungry again as he withdraws his hands from you, but you can feel him fumbling with the front of his pants, and a moment later, Jaemin’s pressing closer to you. His knuckles brush your inner thigh as he strokes his cock.

You spread your legs a little further, lean back a little so your shoulders hit the mirror over the sink, and you pull Jaemin over you.

He sinks inside you, the slight pressure of his cock against your entrance giving way easily as he fits so good inside you. Your moans escape the kiss, and Jaemin even makes a deep sound of pleasure feeling your pussy at last around him.

Not to compare him and Jeno (but you can’t really help it), but he fits inside you nearly the same. He’s a little smaller, but damn you don’t think it matters. 

You feel dizzy with the pleasure as Jaemin starts fucking you on the sink, as he kisses you breathless, as he dedicates one hand to stimulating your clit. You feel like the world has been knocked sideways, or maybe your shoulders are actually just sliding down the mirror, your hips sliding off the edge of the sink. You’re too lost in finally getting Jaemin inside you that you lose your orientation of the world.

You think maybe he loses it a little bit too as he stumbles back, as he falls down onto the train’s toilet, dropping you down onto his cock. You move automatically, clutching his shoulders, rolling your hips and lifting yourself up only to drop back down again, riding Jaemin with everything you’ve got, desperate to cum again. 

He looks up at you, his eyes blazing, his lips swollen from the kiss. His hands rest on your hips for a moment, helping you a little in getting into the rhythm, and then his hands drift higher, touching your tits for a moment before he instead buries his fingers in your hair and draws your mouth back against his.

You think maybe you love kissing Jaemin. Not that you don’t love kissing Jeno, because you absolutely do, but kissing Jaemin is just different and so good. It makes all of this hotter and more intense and passionate and more than just a quick fuck in the restroom of a moving train.

“Fuck,” Jaemin groans against your lips. “Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Okay.” You clench around him, pressing down until he’s deep inside you. “Cum for me, Jaemin. You can cum inside me.”

And he does barely a minute later. His hands tighten in your hair as he cums, twisting the hair almost painfully around his fingers as he presses your mouth against his. You moan opening your mouth for him, dipping your tongue into his mouth, and Jaemin tangles with you.

You keep riding him even after he cums, rolling down onto his cock, rocking in his lap. Jaemin drops one hand from your hair to your clit, and it’s only moments later that your second orgasm of this train ride arrives. 

You push his hand away from between your legs, and Jaemin just brings it back to your hair. You’re happy to stay like this, sitting on his cock, kissing him as the train rumbles beneath you, as the world passes by outside. You know you should stop, should go back out there to Jeno. But moving off Jaemin’s cock sounds like too much right now.

Until your lust-riddled brain finally registers one of the last things Jeno had said. 

Our girlfriend, he’d said. He’d told Jaemin to make it look like our girlfriend was sick. 

Months and months of this thing with Jeno, this unlabeled relationship, and finally he’d put one on it but only in relation with Jaemin. And you were so good with that. He’d called you not only his girlfriend, but Jaemin’s too, and once again you feel that pure sense of rightness at it all.

“We should go back out there,” you reluctantly tell Jaemin a moment later.

“You go first,” Jaemin tells you, but neither one of you make a move to leave. His fingers are still tangled through your hair, and both of you are still pressing lazy kisses to the other’s lips. You stay like that for a few more moments until Jaemin’s mouth moves away from yours, leaving light kisses along the arch of your throat.

Pulling apart from him is not a great time. It’s been a while since you rode Jeno, so as you stand your thighs ache dully. You wipe yourself up with a wad of toilet paper and Jaemin’s amused gaze on you the whole time. He watches as you check yourself out in the mirror, straightening your dress, sighing at the state of your hair before finally just pulling it up in a messy ponytail, and you look back over at him.

“I’ll be back out there in a minute.” 

Your legs feel a little wobbly as you make your way back along the aisle, but you hope that you’re successfully passing it off as just being the movement of the train.

When you reach your row at last, Jeno’s playing games on his phone, and he only looks up when you brush your fingertips along his cheek as you move around him to sink down into your seat.

Jeno chuckles, picking up your hand and pressing his lips to the back of it. “Good?”

You sigh. “Fuck, yes. I think I need a nap.” You close your eyes and drop your head to his shoulder. “I can’t wait til we get him in an actual bed.”

Jeno kisses the top of your head. “Me too. I’ve got some ideas.”

“Yeah?” You turn your head on his shoulder to bury your face against his shirt. “Some ideas of what you and Jaemin are going to do to your girlfriend?”

Jeno groans quietly. “I was almost hoping you didn’t catch that.”

“Almost?”

He laces his fingers perfectly through yours, twitching slightly when Jaemin walks back to his seat right across from you. “Only almost,” Jeno admits, “because I love you, jagi, and even though we never use that label of girlfriend or boyfriend, I want you to know that you are special to me. I want Jaeminnie to know that he’s special to us like that too.”

Jaemin smiles in his seat, turning his head to look out the window as if that’s going to keep either of you from noticing how happy he looks at being officially welcomed into this relationship.

Jaemin fits into the relationship easily. Really, when you think about it, he’s been almost as much a part of this relationship since the beginning as either you or Jeno. It’s just that now he’s fully in it, romantically, sexually, everything.

Now when you come over to the apartment after a long day, you might tumble into Jaemin’s arms on the sofa, bury your face against his shoulder while he hugs you tightly and tucks his face into your hair. Now, he might join you and Jeno in the mornings for a quick shower together, cupping your face in his hands as he leans in to kiss you while Jeno’s hands slip over your soapy body.

And it’s not just the way that Jaemin is with you. He and Jeno, who have always been attached at the hip have a new closeness too. When the three of you sleep in the same bed, Jeno and Jaemin tangle themselves together. When Jeno wakes you with a sleepy kiss, he shares one with Jaemin too. While you share small acts of intimacy with Jaemin, you start to notice Jeno sharing those with him too. Little taps against Jaemin’s arm when he wants to hold his hand. The way that he seems to always need to be in contact with Jaemin when they’re standing beside each other (to be fair, he does that with you too). 

But despite his perfect fit into the relationship, you haven’t had sex all three of you together really. 

You’ve had sex with them individually. You’ve done it again where one of them watches the other with you. But you haven’t had both of them together with you, both of them touching you and kissing you at the same time.

“I want it,” you whine to Jaemin as you sit in his lap in his bed. “Both of you.”

Jeno’s gone for the day, busy with a schedule, so you’d taken the opportunity to go out with Jaemin. But that had meant coming here first to meet him, and you had yet to make it out of his bedroom. 

“Do you think you can handle us both, baby?” Jaemin looks at you coolly, not letting his face show if he’s affected at all by what you’re asking for, the way that you’re sitting in his lap in a scanty little outfit while you feel up his chest and roll your hips against his thigh.

“I know I can.” You’ve been thinking about it more and more, your mind creating elaborate fantasies of having hours and hours of fun with both of your boyfriends. Them taking turns and taking you together, taking a break from making you feel good to just have fun with each other before coming back to you. “I’ve talked to Jeno about it already. He’s been thinking about it too.”

Jaemin’s eyebrows twitch, his hands squeezing your hips slightly as you roll yourself down for some contact against his thigh. 

“He told me all about what he wants the two of you to do to me,” you lower your voice, leaning in with your arms around Jaemin’s neck. “How he wants to see you both ruin me until I’m begging and crying, overstimulated from both of you making me cum. He told me that you might like it if I call you daddy.”

Jaemin scoffs, and the next thing you know, you’re on your back with him hovering above you, his hands twisted in the sheets on either side of your head. “Just so you know, baby, it’s Jeno with a daddy kink. Not me.” Jaemin lowers his body down against yours, and you can feel he’s half-hard against your thigh. “Maybe I should tie you up and leave you as a pretty present on Daddy’s bed, huh?”

A rush of arousal soaks your panties. His name is just a gasp off your lips, melting into a moan.

“Should we surprise him later?” Jaemin asks. “When he gets home from his schedule? Give him you all tied up like a pretty gift, ready to be shared between him and I?”

At that moment you want nothing more than for Jaemin to tear your clothes off, for him to get you ready for him and Jeno, for him to tie you up and make you beg for more. But you’re not alone in the apartment right now. Someone else is home because you’d heard him walking around after you came inside Jaemin’s room.

“Don’t tease me with what I can’t have right now.” You close your eyes, try to think of something that will calm the racing of your heart, but that’s hard to do when Jaemin is pressed up against you, when he’s slowly grinding down against your leg. 

“You’re right,” Jaemin says. “We have plans today that don’t involve staying in bed.”

And just like that, he’s gone. Standing off the bed and moving around the room while you lie there motionless with your heart and mind racing. 

Eventually you get up. Eventually, the two of you leave the apartment. You message Jeno to let him know that Jaemin’s a menace, and you only get an amused reply from him. 

It’s hard to focus on your day with Jaemin when every moment of it, all you’re thinking of is still being in his bed, or maybe being in a big bubbly bathtub of a fancy hotel with him and Jeno. You think of kneeling on the dirty floor of a public restroom with both of your boyfriends standing in front of you and gagging you on their cocks. 

Your mind is filled with filth all day, so by the time that you and Jaemin are heading home for the day, you’re clinging to his hand and wishing that his fingers were inside you. 

“Maybe we should go to my place,” you suggest, “We can tell Jeno to meet us there.” 

Jaemin once again gives you one of his cool, unreadable looks. 

“Please,” you whine, stepping closer to him, tucking yourself right up against his side as you pull his hand to the front of your shorts. You don’t care that you’re in public, that there are still people around. None of them are looking probably, and even if they are, you doubt that they can actually see the way that you’re cupping his hand right against your pussy. “Jaemin, please.”

His throat bobs, and that’s the only sign he makes that you’re affecting him. “I’ll let Jeno know.” He steps away from you, and he holds tighter to your hand as you pass down the street, aiming for your place.

You’re not privy to the conversation that he and Jeno have. He messages Jeno with one hand while you walk, and any time that you try to sneak a peek, he tilts his phone away, and when you finally make a desperate noise and reach for his phone, Jaemin just slips it in his pocket.

“Relax, baby. He’ll come over as soon as his schedule ends.” Jaemin presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

You’re glad that you’ve got an apartment all to yourself. The moment you’re inside, Jaemin presses you up against the door, his hands in your hair and on your face, he kisses you and you twist your hands in his shirt. 

You want to get straight to it, to have Jaemin fuck you right here against your apartment’s door or maybe to stumble over to the sofa and have him fuck you there. But he pulls away before you can even attempt to drag his hands inside your clothes.

When you whine, Jaemin just coos at you, petting your hair, “Needy, baby girl. That hungry for Daddy’s cock?”

“Thought you didn’t have a Daddy kink?” You push at his shoulders. 

Jaemin just grins and shrugs. “I might like it a bit. But more in the way of liking to see you being a sweet submissive baby for Jeno and I. You can call me Daddy if you want, my pretty baby.” He pets your hair again, and he starts to lean in to kiss you again, but you lay your hand on his chest.

“I have an idea. A surprise for you and Jeno. Do you want it?” You drum your fingers on Jaemin’s chest, and he smiles brighter before nodding eagerly. You push him away gently towards your sofa. “Okay, go sit.”

Jaemin watches you disappear towards your bedroom, and you hear him groan in disappointment when you close the door behind you so he can’t see. Jaemin doesn’t get to see as you strip naked, as you dig around to find the cute lingerie you’d recently purchased specifically for the intent of having your boyfriends seeing you in it.

A sexy black bra, matching crotchless panties, and a set of black fishnet thigh highs that have little bows at the top and a garter belt to match. You check yourself over in a mirror in your bedroom to make sure it looks as good as you feel (it does), and then you grab out a few more things, sitting them on your bedside table before you call for Jaemin.

Then you take a seat on your bed, arranging yourself into a pose that you hope looks sexy. 

When Jaemin opens your door and peeks inside, his eyes go wide momentarily. “What is this?” He smiles around the words, pushing the door fully open and stepping inside. 

“I know Jeno likes to see me like this, so I thought maybe dress up pretty and we play in front of a camera for Jeno? Send it to him so he can see what he’s missing out on until he can come join?” You feel an odd sense of nerves as Jaemin approaches the bed. “And besides,” you explain, “I have a feeling that I’ll require a bit of prep before whatever is going to commence later.”

At that, Jaemin’s gaze wanders over to the table beside your bed, the assortment of toys and lube and a few other things that you’ve got sitting there.

“Fuck, baby,” Jaemin moans, cupping your face again in his hands. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”

And you absolutely do. It’s not long before Jaemin’s reaching for one of the toys, a small vibrator that’s mostly just for use against your clit. He spreads your legs and holds the vibrator against your while you moan and squeal into his kiss. And when you’re close, he pulls away, sitting the vibrator back among your collection, reaching for something new.

Jaemin has an intense curiosity about your toys, edging you and testing each of them out--a basic dildo, a vibrator that sits deep inside you and stimulates your clit externally, a really thick dildo that you bought just out of curiosity but have only really used a couple times when you really were desperate to be filled. But it’s when Jaemin picks up a shiny jewel-ended plug that his eyes really light up.

He looks between it and you, swallowing down his words as he keeps glancing at your ass, as if he’s imagining the sight of the jeweled end of the plug nestled between your cheeks.

You flip over onto your belly with a whine, baring your ass to him.

“Baby?” Jaemin says the word like it’s a question, his hand coming down onto your ass gently. “You want me to open up your ass? Get you nice and stretched so you can take Jeno and I at the same time, feel us deep inside you. Bet you’ll look so pretty between us.”

You’d never really done anal with Jeno before. You had with a guy or two in your past, but Jeno had never expressed that particular interest, so you didn’t want to push. But judging by the look on Jaemin’s face right then, you think you’ve certainly found someone who will adore fucking your ass, opening you up on his fingers nice and slow.

“Yeah, Jaemin, please.”

His fingers slide between your cheeks, spreading them so he can get a look at your asshole. He just brushes a dry fingertip over it, which even that has you making an uncontrollable sound of need. 

And then Jaemin spits. His warm, wet saliva drips down over your asshole, down to your pussy. You bury your face in your arms, muffling a “please” that you can’t hold in.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Jaemin pats your ass cheek. “Gonna use lots of lube, open you up until you could even take that big toy that stretches your pussy so wide.”

Yeah, you’ve never taken that one up your ass before, and just the idea of it makes your stomach do flips. You’re sure you’d actually be able to feel it in your belly, rearranging your guts if you let him fuck you with it. 

“Just relax.” Jaemin soothingly rubs your ass and your thighs as he leans over you, reaching again for the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube, and sinking back down into his spot. “Daddy’s gonna make you feel good.”

You turn your head to the side, looking at him and catching his eye, his quick smile. “Daddy,” you repeat teasingly. “I could probably take it easier if you let me cum.”

Jaemin makes an expression like he’s not quite sure he believes you about that. “We’ll see, but you were pretty bad while we were out today, honey. I’m not so sure you deserve the reward of getting to cum. You were so handsy, and we were in public; I think maybe you need a little punishment.”

Jaemin starts out slowly, generous with the lube, stroking his clean hand over your thighs and your back as he circles his finger there against your entrance. He murmurs in your ear soothingly when he finally presses a fingertip past the tight ring of muscle. He takes it slow, checking with you that you’re good as he starts working that finger in and out of you.

He’s good at this, and you wonder where he got the experience with anal, if he’s hooked up with many other girls who also liked anal. Guys?

Before you can find the breath to ask him, Jaemin pulls his hand away from you. “Lift up on your knees, baby,” he tells you, tapping on your thigh. “I’m gonna be a little bit nice and give your pussy some attention too.”

You lift your ass and spread your knees a little as Jaemin positions himself behind you, one dry hand and one sticky caress your ass. The hand sticky with lube returns to getting two fingers inside your ass, the other hand just tucks into the band of your thigh high or plucks at the suspenders connecting the garter to the belt around your waist. And then you feel his warm tongue on your clit.

Any thought of questioning him about his experience with anal flies out of your mind as he starts fingering your ass and sucking and licking at your clit. 

You do relax, finding it easier and easier to take his fingers the closer you draw to an orgasm, your moans and cries of his name picking up in frequency until you bite down on your arm to keep quiet.

Jaemin’s got several fingers inside you, smoothly gliding with the liberal amount of lube he’d used, and you think you could probably definitely cum from this, probably any moment now.

And then he pulls away.

“I hate you!” You cry when Jaemin withdraws all contact with your body. 

“Shh,” he shushes you, chuckling a little as he brings his fingers back up to plunge into you a few more times. And then you feel the dull press of the plug instead, the way that it stretches your rim before fitting snuggly into place, leaving you feeling perfectly filled.

You sink back down to lie on your belly, feeling the plug shifting slightly inside you. You hum pleasantly, but still want to cry out, want to grind your clit against the comforter bunching up beneath your body. 

“Perfect, baby,” Jaemin tells you, and he moves up off the bed. “This is exactly what we should send to Jeno to show him why he needs to hurry over. I’m going to take a video of you, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, and you lift yourself up a little, posing for the video so Jeno will be able to see the highlights of your ass and the pretty plug and your thigh highs, and you very wet pussy.

Jaemin tosses his phone to the side after he sends the video, and then he’s rolling you over onto your back beneath him, and you drag his mouth into a kiss. You attempt to roll your hips against his thigh as it slips between both of yours, but Jaemin doesn’t allow it. His hands press against your hips, pinning them down against the bed.

“What did I tell you? Punishment, honey. No cumming yet.”

It’s cruel, and you tell him that, but that only amuses Jaemin, so he keeps doing it. Keeps kissing you, letting you get a few grinds in against his thigh before he pins your hips down against the bed, lets you cool off for a few minutes while he starts touching himself. 

And watching Jaemin jerk himself off does nothing to help your perpetual state of arousal and the craving to achieve your orgasm. 

So you resort to begging, constantly pleading with him to let you cum, that it’ll be so much better later with both of them if you’ve already cum once or twice. But the constant stream of begging is enough for Jaemin to get fed up, and you’re more than happy to shut up when he at last straddles your chest and tells you that he wants you to suck him off.

It works for a bit, sucking your boyfriend’s cock is a good distraction for the constant reminder of your own horniness, but after a handful of minutes, you remember the hot throbbing need between your thighs, the full feeling in your ass contrasting the emptiness in your pussy. And Jaemin’s obviously preoccupied by your mouth around his cock, so he doesn’t notice when you slide a hand down between your legs, stroking your fingers first over your clit and soon plunging them inside your hungry pussy.

You’re not sure what alerts him to the way that you’re pleasuring yourself, but he does notice.

“Alright, now I really have to give you a punishment. Blatantly disregarding my instruction that you’re not to cum?” Jaemin grabs your hand and lifts it up above your head, then he grabs your other hand. “I was joking earlier about tying you up, but I guess now I just might have to.”

You do have a few ropes within your collection, and Jaemin reaches for them now. 

Now these you have used with Jeno before. He was interested in shibari, tying you up in tight positions in a pretty way, and he was good at it. But you hadn’t used your ropes like this before.

Jaemin ties one wrist to the other tight enough that you can’t slip out of them, but not so tight that they’d be totally uncomfortable. He checks with you before he drags the other end of the tope through a space in the headboard of your bed, drawing the rope taut so your hands are bound above your head. 

“Good?” He asks as he returns to a spot between your legs. His hands skim back and forth over the fishnets. “Not too tight?”

“No.” You shake your head. “I’m sorry. Can you go back to fucking my mouth?”

Now Jaemin shakes his head no, denying you even this. And then his fingers slide up over the material of the crotchless panties and your belly flips in anticipation of him touching you in the way he’d just punished you for. But instead Jaemin reaches for the panties, unfastening the suspenders from the garters so he can slide the panties down your legs unhindered. 

He lays the panties beside you on the bed, and then his hands are back on your legs, tightening around your ankles as he moves off the bed, and he spreads your legs apart. You immediately understand what he means to do, so you leave your legs spread towards the bottom corners of your bed even when Jaemin moves away, returning to your collection of items to uncover the other bundles of rope you own.

This time Jaemin ties your ankles to the opposite ends of the footboard of your bed, leaving you spread open, pussy exposed, the pretty plug fully visible nestled between your cheeks. 

You watch as he starts stroking his cock again, and you try to shift, to roll your hips in search of friction, but you can’t hardly do that. You whine and drop your head to the bed. You feel Jaemin shift closer, and the next time you look down your body at him, he’s kneeling right between your spread legs, jerking himself off as he looks down at your pussy.

It’s not fair, you think, that he gets to jerk off and cum when he’s been teasing you for so long.

“So you like using me?” You ask. “Just something pretty for you to cum on?” 

Jaemin smirks before he tips his head back to moan. “Baby, if that’s all you were to me, I wouldn’t have followed you and Jeno around like a lovesick puppy for so long. Ah, fuck, I am gonna cum on you though, leave you a pretty painted mess for Jeno to enjoy when he gets here.”

A little moan escapes you. You like the idea of that: being covered in Jaemin’s cum, having Jeno add to the mess. 

But Jaemin doesn’t just only jerk himself off, he starts to tease you again, dipping his hips down so he’s still jerking off but he’s also humping his fist, driving his erection right over your sensitive clit. Before long you’re moaning and whining, begging and crying for him to let you cum.

Your thighs are twitching, eyes tearing up, and your mouth is hanging open with pleas freefalling from your lips. You’ve already seen him shut you up once this afternoon due to you begging, so it shouldn’t really be a surprise when Jaemin grabs your panties, balls them up, and then stuffs them between your lips.

He’s just about to start being a fucking tease again when you hear the sound of his phone buzzing on the other side of the bed. He ignores it, immediately getting back to jerking off, but you twist your head to the side out of curiosity, and you see Jeno’s face on the screen before it goes dark. A few seconds later, the phone starts ringing again, vibrating on the bed. 

Jaemin leans over you to get it, and you watch as he puts it on speaker.

“Yah, what the hell? Without me?” Jeno complains. 

“Yeah, it’s not our fault that you were busy today. We’re having fun. Isn’t that right, baby?” Jaemin asks, and he glides his cock right over your clit, inciting a muffled moan from you. “Well, she can’t really talk right now, but we’re having fun.”

Jeno’s voice is slightly strained when he asks, “What’s happening?”

“You want me to describe it to you?” Jaemin asks. Jeno makes a sound that says that he absolutely wants to hear it all, so Jaemin laughs and says, “Well, She’s all tied up like a pretty present, just waiting for you to come enjoy. She’s so wet, Jeno-ya, and she wouldn’t stop begging for me to fuck her so I had to gag her. I told her that she doesn’t get to cum, that she’s being punished.”

You hear Jeno curse under his breath. “I wanna see.”

“Then hurry up. She’s ready for us to share her, isn’t that right, honey? You want both of us at the same time?” Jaemin asks, putting on a babying tone. You can only moan in response, attempting to rock your hips up to get his cock to give you more of what you crave. “Did you hear her, Jeno?”

“Yeah, I hear. I’ll be there soon. Jagi, this is why I need a key to your place. I swear to God, Na Jaemin, if you leave me waiting outside the door just so you can finish, I’ll--”

You don’t find out what threat Jeno was about to make because Jaemin ends the call right then. 

“If he’s going to be here soon, I should probably hurry then, make you look even prettier for him, right?”

You nod, watching as Jaemin starts just using his hand, fucking into it like he wishes he was inside you. He doesn’t last too much longer, cumming between his fingers. A string of cum stretches over the length of your belly, ending just an inch shy of the bottom of your bra. The rest of it drips across your belly, pooling around your navel.

Jaemin snags the edge of the panties from your mouth, dragging them out so you can properly breathe. “Good?” 

“Yes,” you reply. “You know, Jeno doesn’t usually edge me this long. He’s probably going to let me cum as soon as he gets here.” 

Jaemin smiles, reaching out to brush his fingers along your lips. “Maybe I won’t let him. I’ll tell him my whole secret plan. Maybe I’ll make him watch me fuck you like he did when we were in Jeju. But in the meantime, I wanna hear you beg a little more, baby. Think you can handle it?”

You narrow your eyes at him. Your body is aching with the need to cum already, but you can take a bit more, so you agree.

Jaemin reaches back over for the small vibrator, and that’s what he uses on you, turning it higher and then lower and then higher and pulling it away, doing it over and over again until you’re getting too noisy and he stuffs the panties back in your mouth. 

When you finally hear the distant sound of Jeno knocking on your apartment door, Jaemin drops the vibrator, and you think maybe he actually is going to immediately let Jeno in to never learn what your other boyfriend was going to threaten him with. But Jaemin returns to your collection, and a moment later he’s leaning over you, brandishing a blindfold.

“This’ll be fun, baby, okay?” His voice is reassuring, and you nod because you trust him. You trust both Jeno and Jaemin, you love them both, so even though you’re about to bound up, gagged, and blindfolded with the two of them, you know that it’ll be good and fun. 

You lift your head and let Jaemin cover your eyes with the blindfold, which is basically just a sleep mask that you repurposed one time. After Jaemin’s satisfied, he presses a kiss to your cheek and says, “I’ll be right back with our boyfriend.”

You wish you could see Jeno’s face when Jaemin is the one to open the door of your apartment for him. You wish that you could actually hear their conversation, but your heart is pounding so loudly in your ears that it drowns out any hope of hearing their words. All you hear is the sound of their voices, their footsteps approaching, and finally Jeno’s sharp inhale when he sees you like this.

You whine, making an attempt to buck your hips or squirm, to get him to come closer and touch you the way that you deserve.

“Look at how wet she is,” Jeno’s tone is one of awe. You hear him coming over the bed, feel the shift of weight as he leans on the bed between your spread legs. “How long have you been teasing her, Jaemin?”

“Well, she’s been wet all day, Jeno.” A hand comes down on your thigh, and you moan around the balled up panties. “When she came over earlier before we went out, she started humping me in my bed. Couldn’t keep her hands to herself while we were in public either, she was all but begging for me to fingerfuck her right on the sidewalk in the middle of a crowd of people.” 

Jaemin tuts, and you hear Jeno chuckle.

“And, well, you’ve seen a little bit of what’s been happening. I had to finger her open for us. I wanted to test out her range of toys.” Jaemin’s fingers lightly stroke your thigh as he speaks. “It’s been at least, what, two hours since we started this? She’s desperate to cum, Jeno, I’ve been edging her for most of that.”

At the reminder of how much your body craves climax, you whine again, thighs shaking as you ache to press your legs together, your hips rocking up off the bed.

“But she shouldn’t be allowed to cum, right?” Jaemin asks, and his fingernails scrape along your inner thigh. You feel like you’re on fire. “Not until we’ve both had our fun.”

Jeno snorts. “Looks like you’ve already had yours.” His fingers slide over your belly, touching Jaemin’s drying cum. “Did you fuck her?”

“Jerked off, though she spent the whole time begging for me to fuck her.” Jaemin sounds so proud of himself, and you just know that he’s got a smug look on his face. “Fucked her mouth earlier.”

Fingers brush your pussy, and you whine, hips jerking. Jeno makes a soft, breathy laugh. “How’d you resist her? I’ve been here two minutes and I’m about to give in. You want to cum so badly right now, jagi, don’t you?” 

You moan and nod, your body arching with pleasure when a pair of fingers sink into your pussy. Jeno’s touch is so familiar, you have no issue with recognizing his fingers inside you. 

“Jaeminnie says that he’s got a plan, though,” Jeno explains, dragging his fingers back out of you, spreading your wetness around before trailing his fingers lower to trace around the plug. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you wanted to try anal, sweetheart? I bet you look so pretty getting your ass pounded.”

“I know she is. Even just fucking her with my fingers, she looked so beautiful, Jeno. Imagine how she’ll look between us, stuffed with both of us.” Jaemin’s hand slides down the length of your body, and you feel him reaching your belly, and then his hand lifts, and a second later it comes down on your clit. “Gonna be a good girl for your Daddies?”

You moan through the panty gag, nodding your head excitedly. You want to be good for them. You want them to give you everything, to finally let you cum, to fill you up with their cocks until you feel like you’ll burst. 

“Okay, baby, here. Take this.” Jaemin presses something into your bound hands, and you can’t tell what it is until he says, “It’s a vibrator. If what we’re doing gets to be too much and you want us to stop, you can press the button here,” he guides your thumb to the little switch, “and it’s that one you’ve got that moves a lot, so we’ll see it and stop what we’re doing. Okay?”

You nod.

“Daddy?” You hear Jeno ask quietly.

“Yes?” Jaemin responds. “I’ve been using this on her, Jeno.” You wish you could see, but you also kind of like that you can’t. You can only hear that they’ve grabbed something, that he’s handed it to Jeno. 

As soon as you hear the pitch of the buzzing, you recognize it as the little clitoral vibrator that Jaemin’s favoring today. 

Jeno’s used it on you before. He’s used several items in your collection with you before, but you’ve never been this sensitive before. It feels like the slightest thing could set you off into a world-ending orgasm. But you know that’s actually not the case.

Jeno knows your body even better than Jaemin, so if they’ve both decided to withhold your orgasms, Jeno’s going to be even better at it than Jaemin.

And as he starts to use the small vibrator on you, you realize just how true that is. He uses it at the exact angle that always feels best angle your clit, moving it in the way that he knows you do when you get yourself off. And right as you start to feel the sweetness of your climax right there on the horizon, he pulls back.

This is worse than Jaemin’s edging. Jaemin had let you get into the middle of that sweet zone before your orgasm. But Jaemin’s only giving you the barest taste before stealing it away, and that’s almost more cruel. He has you in tears within minutes, moaning garbled words into your panty gag, your body twitching, tears soaking the blindfold. 

You can hear the two of them talking to each other, but once again you can’t make out anything they’re actually saying over the sound of your own edged distress.

When Jeno moves back, like you feel him and Jaemin both shifting around the bed, it all stops for a minute. You can hear them moving around, and you whine and moan through your gag, but after another moment you feel them moving back onto the bed, one between your legs, one higher up the bed nearer towards your head. 

They don’t speak. You just hear a different vibrator buzzing, and the second this one touches your clit, your entire body jolts. The vibration stops. You feel the rubbery tip of the toy slipping down along your pussy, back up towards your clit, a brief little buzz that makes you cry out, and then it’s sinking down lower and at last you feel it press inside you, sliding deep and then the switch is flipped and it bursts into vibration again.

There’s no way that they can edge you this time. You slide towards orgasm with no safety to hold you back, and at last you tip over into the sweet bliss of it.

You feel all the tension in your body release at last, your chest arching off the bed, thighs shaking and giving tiny little twitches, and you’re moaning and crying at how good it feels to finally be given this after so long. It just keeps going too, with the vibrator deep inside you, filling you up so well alongside the plug still stretching your ass.

By the time it ends, you should probably feel a little tired, but instead you’re invigorated, hungry for more.

The panties in your mouth are soaked with your drool, and finally whichever one of them is near your head tugs the gag out of your mouth. You draw in a clear breath, making one faint moan before you feel him prod his cock against your bottom lip. 

You open your mouth wider, and he sinks in.

You gag around his cock, but you do your best to breath through your nose and relax your jaw as he starts moving, thrusting down your throat smoothly. And you know it’s probably Jeno. He likes face-fucking you from time to time, and you’re familiar with how deep his cock hits.

Jaemin between your legs is still slowly moving the vibrator inside you, though he’s turned the vibrations down to the lowest setting, but even then you feel like you just might cum again at any second.

You get confirmation that it’s Jeno fucking your mouth when he moans, his hands in your hair tugging, bouncing your throat on his cock. You moan as Jaemin hits the vibrator somewhere inside you that stimulates the plug, giving you double the vibrating pleasure for a moment. 

“Ah, I’m gonna cum,” he moans, pulling you down as far as he can on his cock. “Should I cum in your mouth or on your face, sweetheart? Paint you like Jaeminnie did?”

You moan, your throat convulsing around him as you feel the sudden urge to breathe, and Jeno takes that as answer enough.

He pulls out of your mouth quickly, his fingers bumping against your lips as he fists his cock in his hurrry to cum.

With a deep moan, Jeno cums over your face. You hurry to catch it on your tongue, licking around your lips, wishing your tongue was long enough to be able to reach it all. 

“Here, baby,” Jaemin says, and then you feel his helpful fingers dragging across your face, gathering cum on his fingers, and he presses them into your mouth. You suck hungrily on his fingers, cleaning them thoroughly, and the moment after his fingers leave your mouth, Jaemin’s diving in to kiss you.

You assume it’s Jaemin, but it could also be Jeno whose hands you feel in your hair and on your face, pushing the blindfold up, tugging it off your face and throwing it aside. By the time you open your eyes, there’s no telling which one of them it was because they’re both right there in front of you. Jeno moves in to kiss you before Jaemin’s even fully gone.

It’s definitely Jaemin though who reaches up to untie your hands. Your fingers are cramped from holding onto that vibrator for so long without needing it, so you drop it. Your wrists and arms ache slightly when you move them to wrap around Jeno’s shoulders. A second later, the ties on your ankles are released too. 

You feel gentle hands on your body, two sets of them as your boyfriends move you around. Jeno lies down on his back, holding you on his lap, and Jaemin presses up behind you, his fingers touching the plug in your ass.

“Want us both to fuck you, baby?” 

“Thought you weren’t going to let me cum?” You ask instead of answering his question. “Why did you?”

“You’re too pretty.” Jeno touches your cheek lightly, and you look down into his eyes, his sweet face, at his kissed lips. “He decided you’d been punished enough.” 

“And you’re letting us both fuck you at the same time, so you deserve a reward for that,” Jaemin says, sliding his palm flat up your back. “Do you want it now?”

You nod, sinking down to sit completely on Jeno’s thighs, straightening up so you’re looking down at Jeno’s whole chest while Jaemin’s chest presses against your back. “I’m fine with now. Are you two?”

Jaemin, in answer, presses his erection against your ass cheek. “Just so you know, watching you cum like that, followed by Jeno cumming across your face and you sucking my fingers like you were blowing my cock, yeah, it was probably one of the hottest things ever. So of course I’m ready.”

Jeno lifts a hand to your chest, palming one of your tits. “You know if you sit on my cock, I’ll be fully hard in like two minutes at the most. But Jaeminnie wants your ass, pretty girl. So why don’t you sit on my cock, and he can do his part.”

Jeno’s still half-hard when you lift yourself up and then guide him inside you. Your thighs tremble a little as you sink down his length, but his hands as well as Jaemin’s settle on your hips. You bite your lip and close your eyes to savor the feeling. Jeno’s been busy lately, so you’ve been turning to Jaemin a lot for your pleasure, and it’s been a little while since you had Jeno inside you for more than just a quickie. 

“You want to lean forward a little?” Jaemin says softly from behind you, his hand pressing slightly between your shoulders. You do lean over Jeno, and you feel Jaemin’s hand slide back down your spine and over your tailbone and then there’s a tug in your belly as he starts to move the plug, thrusting it in and out of you a few times before he starts to bring it out.

You moan and drop your head to Jeno’s shoulder. He lifts his arms around you, rubbing your back, and Jaemin’s got one hand on your tailbone moving soothingly while the other works.

You cry out a little when the plug slips out, when you feel your empty entrance clenching around nothing.

“So cute,” Jaemin croons, and you feel one of his fingers slip inside you. He moves it around, slipping another one in, making sure that you’re stretched enough for him. “Jeno, can you reach the lube?”

Jeno grabs the bottle from earlier, passing it behind you to Jaemin, and you feel him once again use a generous amount of lube, spreading it all around you hole, fingering it into you, slicking his cock with it. Your body is certainly reacting to knowing that you’re about to get your ass fucked, that you’re about to be double-stuffed. 

“Hey,” Jeno speaks softly, turned his head to the side to brush his lips against your ear. “Are you okay? Still good? We can stop?”

Does he feel your heart pounding against his chest? Are you clenching around him? Does he not actually want this? No, you know that last one isn’t true. Jeno’s back to full hardness inside you at this point. 

“I want you both. I’m just nervous. I’ve never been double penetrated.” You press a soft kiss to his shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”

“Just breathe, baby,” Jaemin tells you, and then he’s pulling his fingers out of you, lining his cock up. “Just breathe, and tell me if you want me to stop. Okay?”

You nod, but you can’t find it in you to speak at that moment. Jeno slides a hand from your back to find your hand and lace your fingers together. He squeezes. 

Jaemin moves slowly. He took care with you earlier when he fingered you open, so you’re not sure why it surprises you that he’s so careful now. He moves slowly, small rocks of his hips forward, and you do feel yourself relaxing as you take deep steadying breaths.

You feel so full even when he’s only a little bit in. Jeno’s a pretty thick guy, and Jaemin’s not too small either, so you just need to breathe, need Jaemin to go slow so you have time to adjust.

When Jaemin bottoms out, you hold your breath, tucking your face against Jeno’s chest. You let the breath out. You’ve never felt this full before. They give you a few moments, and then Jaemin gives an experimental thrust.

You whimper, and he freezes, but you shake your head. “Do it again.”

So he does. 

You’ve had anal before so the different kind of pleasure that comes with having sex like that isn’t new to you. But the surprise when Jeno starts moving as well, now that makes your eyes roll. The stretched feeling, the never-ending pleasure, the sweet burn and pull and just completeness of it all is overwhelmingly good.

The three of you find a rhythm that works. As you grow more relaxed and more comfortable with it, you push up from Jeno’s chest, and that shift in angles opens up a whole new side to this. Jeno’s hands rove from your hips to your thighs and back again, massaging your hips to pull you down on his cock, and then sliding around to brush his fingers in dizzying circles against your clit. Jaemin’s arms slide around your front, bringing you against your chest, his hands on your tits, his mouth against your neck. 

You knew that you would love being caught between them both, but the fantasy of it is nothing compared to the reality which soon has you swirling down into a space where you can’t even think anymore. All you know is the feeling of the two of them inside you, their hands on your body, their mouths on your throat and your cheeks. Jeno sat up at some point and brought your mouth to his, laughing as he kisses you, murmuring, “You’re so loud, sweetheart.”

And you’re not even aware of moaning, but surely it’s a constant stream of moans and their names and swearing, crying that you’re going to cum, and then doing it. You feel yourself shaking between your boyfriends bodies. 

Jaemin cums moments later, biting down on your shoulder as his hips crash forward again and again, driving you into a fresh orgasm, and he pulls out quickly, cumming across your lower back.

You turn your head away from Jeno’s mouth, and he takes no offense, mouthing his way down your throat to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Jaemin lets you tangle your hands in his hair, pulling his mouth to yours as he curls around you to kiss you, 

Jaemin’s hands settling down on your hips, helping you to ride Jeno, to get your other boyfriend to cum. 

Jeno presses his hands to your tits, squishing them together as he cums, his face buried against the softness of your chest as he moans and spills deep inside you. 

None of you move for a few moments. 

Jeno’s breaths come hot and heavy against your chest. You and Jaemin keep kissing, and you can’t think of anything past this--this moment right here, totally entangled with your two boyfriends, who you love so deeply.

But eventually Jeno lifts his head. Eventually Jaemin helps you off Jeno’s lap, and he lies down with you, curling around you, brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your cheeks and talking to you softly, telling you how good you did for him and Jeno today. Jeno lies down in front of you, looking you in the eye, holding one of your hands in his up against his lips. 

You just feel so loved and safe there between the two of them. 

It’s some time later, you’re not exactly sure how much later, but you wake in your bed. The sheets are absolutely wrecked. Your body is sore but you don’t feel all sticky and gross, so one of them must have cleaned you up after you dropped off. Jeno’s asleep in front of you, and on his other side is Jaemin also sleeping, his arm slung across Jeno’s hips.

The two of them have always been attached at the hip, you realize, like a package deal. And you hope they stay like that forever, although there had been a time, back before any of this really began, that you had wished that they could just stay apart for long enough that you could be alone with Jeno. Now you wish for the opposite.

You once learned that Jeno without Jaemin meant that you got fucked quite well, and now you know that having the two of them together makes it even better.

The End.

a/n: oh. my. god. this really was a long one, like in terms of length and also the amount of time that it’s taken me to write it lol, and it didn’t help that halfway through I decided to erase a good portion of what I’d written and completely rework it. But I hope the wait has been worth it and you’ve loved it! 

This was based off a message I received during the member days I did from late-March to mid-April, and it’s now mid-May and I’ve finally finished it (oops). All I know is that the music video Just So You Know by Jesse McCartney was a huge influence on part of this plot, and I’m really glad I didn’t try to rush writing this to fit it in before the end of Jaemin day 

#jeno smut #jaemin smut #nomin #nomin smut #nct dream smut #nct smut

[starrdevereauxx]

The Session

By Starr Devereauxx

Being a photographer in Los Angeles has truly been quite the ordeal. I love the freedom of it, but everyone thinks they are a star in this city. I love what I do. The creativity of it. Makes my heart truly smile. There are some mornings that I just get up with my camera and take pictures on my morning walk. It’s a calming feeling just being one with nature, camera in hand.

This morning I woke up refreshed and somewhat nervous for today’s client. I’ve worked with him before but since we have been following each other on social media and making a connection creatively, I find myself becoming more interested and intrigued with him. I met him at a vendor’s booth at a local festival 2 years ago and we have been working together ever since. He called because he wanted to take some new pictures for an upcoming business expo and he wanted to mix up his photos since he’s the keynote speaker this year. Of course I jumped at the chance to be there for him, this is a big moment for him and I’m glad to be apart of the creative process for him.

We scheduled for a Saturday morning, the weather was planned to be great that day and that made for good lighting. I was following his lead on location for the shoot. He picked an open field, not too far from my home actually. I almost felt this was weird, because I thought he would want to use a cityscape since it was for a business type event. But this was he vision and I didn’t want to take away from where he saw it going.

I arrived and he was standing there waiting on me. I think I should have worn something a little more comfortable, I almost feel like I’m about to get dirty wearing this. But what the hell, it’s all business.

“Hey Zeke! Bright and early I see” I said to him gingerly.

“Yeah mamas, early bird catches the worm. You know how I am Dev.” He said almost suggestively.

I’ve grown to know Zeke pretty well, and that’s a man that doesn’t play about his business, so yeah, I know how he is in that sense.

“So my idea is to go to the top of this hill and catch all the scenery in the back, just me against the world so to speak.. you get it Dev?” Zeke smiled.

“I sure do, I see it perfectly. But are we supposed to hike up there? I should have worn better shoes. I wish I would have known, I would have brought help for my gear” I said nervously.

“I’m all the help you need, I got you” Zeke looked at me and assured me. I almost took it the wrong way, but I knew he couldn’t possibly be talking to me that way. Something about when Zeke talks to me, I take him super seriously. He just doesn’t play about his shit. I admire that. If I didn’t watch it, I could easily develop a crush. But I never mix business and pleasure. Although it wouldn’t be hard to mix those two together with Zeke. He is the epitome of fine.

Zeke is 6’3, caramel complexion, beautiful black hair with the most luxuriously sexy thick beard adorned on his his face surrounding the most beautiful succulent lips you ever seen. Behind those lips, the most beautiful smile a man could ever have. If you were awesome enough, he might show it to you. Zeke didn’t smile a lot, but he always smiled around me. I took it as a compliment honestly. Zeke stayed in the gym, so his body.. chef’s fucking kiss. He never skipped leg day, shit any day. He looked amazing. But I’ve barely looked at him right? Who am I kidding? I didn’t even wear panties today, that’s how wet he makes me every time I see him. Let me stay focused so I can go home.

Zeke and I began our trek up the hill. Talking and shooting the breeze the whole way up. I’m doing my best not to die on the way up. I’m not a small woman, and I’m carrying all this equipment, trying to talk at the same time is pulling a miracle.

We make it to the top. He’s super excited to get started. I start to put my camera together and I immediately start shooting. He’s posing and doing a great job, I never seen him this into it. This isn’t our first time shooting, but he’s serving it up today. Wonder what’s gotten into him today?

We are sharing stories from our week during the shoot so there’s no uncomfortable silences while we work. There’s a look in his eyes, almost like he’s looking past the camera and looking directly at me. I’m doing my best to not overthink because if I didn’t know any better, I would think I’m getting a vibe here. But not Zeke, I’m not even his type.. at least I don’t think. I’ve never talked to him on that level. I always keep it professional.

“I have another outfit, let me change” Zeke stops me.

I turn red immediately. Change? Where nigga? There’s no bathroom here. He begins to take his clothes off and let me tell you, he truly misses no days at the gym. He takes off his pants and I don’t know what that family size Pringles can is laying on his left leg is, but he should call a doctor and get that checked. I’m choking from here and I haven’t even gotten on my knees, that’s how big it is.

I swallowed slowly and turned around like I wasn’t staring that whole time. I’m sure he caught me gawking at him like a ravenous beast. But I keep it professional, so he didn’t see me.. right?

“Dev, you ready? You can turn around now” Zeke said softly.

I turn around, but his pants weren’t up yet. Not only were they not up, other items had been removed. He’s ass naked. I stare, mouth agape.

“Zeke, what part of the game is this?” I said with my voice literally shaking.

“I didn’t want to be prepared for this. I want some pictures of me nude. Professional ones, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do them. I didn’t want to ask first, so I thought I would just surprise you…. Surprise” he said slowly.

“Well hell yeah, this is truly a surprise, but I don’t mind. I got you. This is art, and that’s all I see this as. You displaying your art. I got this. I got this” I said trying to convince myself that I don’t want his dick in every hole I have. He’s so gorgeous I’d let him fuck my inner ear cavity. So I’m gonna sit here, do my job and lie to myself like I don’t want him to blow my back out.

We begin working again. This time some wind picked up, just my luck because now he’s sporting a giant erection. I can’t ignore this. I’m trying hard, I’m trying as hard as his dick is.. and that’s REALLY hard.

“Can you help me pose for this next part? I wanna make sure I have a good angle.” He said sharply.

POSE HIM!? Touch Zeke while he’s naked! I can’t do this. I’m gonna give him his money back and leave. I can’t do this. If I touch him, I’m gonna most definitely be unprofessional. I don’t wanna lose a client this way.

“Sure” I gulped.

I walked over to him slowly. Slow like a man on death row, because I knew it wasn’t gonna go well when I touched him. At this point I’m not even giving him eye contact anymore. I reach out to touch him to pose him and he quickly grabs my hand and takes my camera out of my hand.

My pulse is fucking racing triple time. I think I’m having a panic attack. Oh no, I fucked up. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.

“It’s okay to look at me Dev, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m just naked. Is that okay? Is my dick being out bothering you?” He said in the most gentle deepest voice possible. His voice felt like a subwoofer booming in my panties. He’s got me so wet, my jeans are finished.

“I.. I just wasn’t prepared for this today Zeke, I just came to take your pictures. It feels like something else is happening here now” I can’t even feel myself breathing.

Zeke looks in my wide innocent looking eyes, and grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me close to him and says “Something else can happen right now if you want, if you don’t want it to, just say the word and I’ll respect your word”

I remained silent.

“Come here” he said as he kissed me and held my face in one hand and my camera in the other hand.

He places my camera on top of my backpack next to him. He takes his other hand and pulls me closer to him. I feel that giant dick pressing against me and grazes my pelvis. I inhale deeply like he put it in me already. My body is starting to feel limp. He’s taking all my energy with every kiss he takes from me. My hands begin to run up and down his chiseled body. He feels amazing all over. How the fuck did we get here? I just came to work. Now I’m in the middle of a field, in the middle of nowhere making out with my naked client.

I begin to kiss all over his neck all over his chest and down his stomach. I can literally see the main vein in his giant member pulsating, literally waiting to make itself a home in my throat. I’m salivating just making my way down. I bow down before him like I’m about to give thanks and gratitude on both of my knees. This head is about to be religious. I’m ready to give my best in this moment.

I part my lips and gently greeting the tip to the warmth of my mouth. Letting his dick get acquainted with my wet face hole. This will be one of the 3 holes he meets today, so I wanted him to feel the difference between the three. Pursing my lips and allowing him to sleep past my opening straight to my uvula. Punching it with each stroke he takes as he simultaneously covers it in precum.

So here I am, in the middle of this feild, being throat fucked to no end. Zeke’s head is tilted all the way back in the air as he moans into the great wide open. My great wide open is becoming wetter as I sit here on my knees, waiting for my holes to be used. He’s gagging me so hard I almost throw up, but my gag reflexes are stronger than his thrusts.

“I’m so fucking close, I’m gonna paint your fucking throat” Zeke screams out as I am sitting here waiting for him to Picasso me with his ejaculation. He strokes harder and harder, saliva is pouring from the sides of my mouth as my tongue licks all over his shaft and tip. He starts to pick up the pace even more, harder and faster until….

My face is covered in cum. Dripping out of my mouth and covering my lips. My throat is coated. I know I must have seriously swallowed a lot because there was more that came out than what’s covering me.

Zeke stares at me in amazement.

“I think this changes our business relationship a bit Dev” he says while touching my face, rubbing his cum into my lips.

“I want more, my pussy is aching for you to be inside me” I reply to him, uncovering my engorged clit and soaked pussy. Showing him what I want him to destroy.

“How bad do you want me right now Dev? I want you to beg for my dick” Zeke says with all authority in his voice.

He walks over to her, reaching for her. She reaches out her hand, he moves it and grabs her by the neck. She instantly climaxes in his hands. He’s holding Dev his hands as she drops all over the tall grass.. he moves in close to kiss her cum covered lips.

And then…

To be continued.

#ginger pussy #onlyf@nz #+18 or +adult only #sexy content #18+ content #spicy content #watch me masturbate #starrdevereauxxtales💋 #submisive and breedable

[justmeinadaze]

Can you write a Steddie x reader where the boys are like super possessive of her and she goes out without telling them and she almost get hurt so they punish her

Idk if this makes any sense but 😭

Here ya go, anonymous angel! I hope I did your request justice :)

Word Count: 1783

Warnings: Jason being a douche, Daddy/Sir Steddie, Punishment (ignoring), Smut

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?”

“When one of us calls you know you’re supposed to answer.”

“I swear to God, little one, if you are at that fucking party.”

“Wow, sweetheart. You have balls.”

“Answer. The. Phone.”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

That last message was sent to your phone 15 minutes ago and you shuddered at the words. It was never a good thing when a threat was followed by silence. 

You just wanted a fun night out and more than anything you wanted it with them but they were so stubborn sometimes. Both boys refused and when you mentioned going alone, they practically forbad it. 

You should have listened to them. You should have stayed home or at least sent them a text telling them you were ok. You’d be lying though if a part of you wasn’t excited at the thought of the punishment you would receive. 

“Hey Y/N. Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight? Where are your attachments?”

You raised you glass at Jason as you shrugged. “No idea. Probably somewhere pouting.”

You bit your lip at the sound of your audacity. You’d never say something like that with them around. What is wrong with me?

“Well shit. Look at you! Do you want to dance?”

You were startled as your phone vibrated in your pocket, quickly unlocking the screen to take a look. Your breath caught in your throat at the image of you and Jason talking to each other as your head swiveled around the room frantically. 

“Don’t do it, little girl. Or else we’ll do more than just pout.”

“Yes or no, Y/N?”

“I-I-I…”

“Baby, any other girl would be dying just to be asked.” Jason slowly began backing you into the wall. “Now, normally, I would have told you to fuck off by now but the fact that you fuck that freak intrigues me. Maybe you need a real man to show you how it’s done.”

As he began his rant, your face cringed but as soon as he insulted Eddie, your demeanor changed entirely into an angry one. 

“I assure you, Jason. Eddie and Steve know exactly how it’s done. All you could do is show me why I prefer them over you, you fucking asshole.”

His eyes went wild as he grabbed your arm, tugging you through the house, and pushing you out his front door onto the gravel. “Then get the fuck out of my house if you’re going to be like that!”

As he turned to go back inside a ring studded hand connected with his face knocking him backwards as he fell to the ground next to you. Steve bent down to collect you in his arms and you promptly locked your own around his neck. 

“Munson! Come on, man.”

Eddie panted as he looked down at the now cowering former jock. “If you ever touch her like that again I swear this will be much worse.” He lightly taps his cheek as he rises to his feet.

#########

The entire car ride home was silent; you knew better than to speak. As soon as they parked, Eddie opened the door for you and lifted you in his arms, carrying you inside and placing you gently on the kitchen counter. As he takes off your shoes, you hear the sound of Steve riffling around in the bathroom before reappearing with a wash rag and a first aid kit. 

When Jason pushed you, you scrapped your knee on the concrete. The metalhead leaned back against the sink as he watched the other man clean you up and take care of you. Even though they were trying to remain calm, you could still feel their anger radiating off them. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. I-I-I just wanted us to-to go out and spend time together.”

“So you went to Jason’s party alone?”, Eddie asked with distain. “How did that work out for you?”

“I begged you guys to come with me!”

“Oh, I see! So, she went alone to punish us. Did you hear that, Steve? Like we belong to her!”

Steve eyes never left you as he leaned back to watch you both fight. It was never a good sign when he was quiet like this when he was upset with you. 

“And see my favorite part is not only did you go, but you ignored us and then had the audacity to mock us openly to an asshole like Jason Carver. What did that have to do with wanting to spend time with us?!”

“I was pissed at you! You’re both so stubborn sometimes!”

Annoyance flashed through Steve’s eyes as Eddie stepped forward, completely prepared to reprimand you before the other man cut him off, placing a hand on his chest and crashing his lips to his own. 

You squeaked in surprise as the metalhead pulled back to glance over his friend’s face before nodding and locking lips with him again. 

Eddie pushed him back against the countertop you were sitting on, his lips trailing down Steve’s neck as he lifted the boy’s shirt. Completely thrown off guard you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing. You knew they were mad but… they had begun playing… maybe I…

You reached out to caress Steve’s cheek but instead of kissing the pads of your fingers or leaning over to capture your lips, he turned away from you. 

“D-D-Daddy?”

His mouth opened as he moaned, Eddie unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants to the floor, enveloping Steve’s cock between his lips. 

“F-fuck, Ed. Yes.” He licked his lips as his head fell back against the cabinet, his fingers playing with the metalhead’s hair. “God that feels so fucking good. Mmm… always such a good boy.”

When you try to touch him again, Steve’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the counter. “Such a good fucking boy.”, he repeats. “You always respond when I call. Don’t you, Eddie?”

Eddie’s lips pop off the man in front of him as he rises to his feet, continuing to stroke him as his mouth finds his again. “I do. It’s…it’s polite…Plus…I want to talk to you.”, the metalhead answers between kisses. 

“I want to talk to you both…” You tone comes out meek, hating that they are ignoring you. Even just the smallest glance your way would be enough. 

Steve steps out of his jeans, gripping Eddie’s arms as they dodge around you and head for the bedroom. Usually, one of them would have helped you down and it killed you that they didn’t. 

“Daddy? Sir? Please…” You felt the tears sting your eyes as you carefully hopped down and slowly shuffled to your shared bedroom. Depending on the punishment they delivered sometimes you enjoyed it immensely like the spanking or when they would shove their cocks down your throat while you were tied to the bed. This was different. They were ignoring you completely as if you weren’t even there. 

Now you were the one somewhere pouting…

You found them on the bed, Eddie now completely undressed and under Steve as they passionately kissed each other’s lips. You placed yourself on the corner of the mattress, crossing your legs as you turned towards them. 

“Fuck me, Steve. I need to feel you.”

He wasted no time, lifting Eddie’s legs around his waist as he guided his cock into him. The moan that left them had your pussy clenching but you knew better than to touch yourself. You were in trouble and you didn’t want to make them angrier. This was torture enough. 

“Jesus, Eddie. So—mmm—so fucking tight. It’s…it’s to bad…baby girl isn’t here.”

“Yeah… the party was probably… fuck… probably worth it though.”

“Yeah, she obviously…knows better than…us, right? Mmm—she can take care of herself now.”

Steve reached between them, stroking Eddie’s cock as he thrust into him faster. The metalhead’s face scrunched with pleasure as rope after rope of his seed hit Steve’s stomach above him. The other boy chased his own release for his hips stuttered and he roughly pumped his spend into the man below him. 

After gradually pulling out, Steve got up grabbing another rag as he cleaned himself before taking care of Eddie. When they finally looked at you, your chin was to your chest as tears flowed. You felt the bed under you move and suddenly arms incased themselves around you as you were pulled onto a lap. 

“I’m-I’m s-s-sorry.”, you hiccupped in the littlest voice they had ever heard from you. “I-I-I deserved this.”

Fingers ran through your hair as you cried, your body curling into the chest holding you. 

“You didn’t like being ignored. Did you, baby?”

“No, Daddy. I didn’t like it.”

“Why didn’t you text or call us back? Is it because you knew you weren’t supposed to be there?” You nod your head at his question. “Then, honey, why were you there?”

“I was m-m-mad at you guys. You’ve both been so busy lately with work. I thought it would be fun to go to a party like we used to in school.”

“You’re right, pretty girl. We have been away from the house a lot these past few weeks. The reason we told you no was because it was Jason’s party. Maybe we should have been clearer or come up with an alternative activity.” Eddie leans forward to grip your chin turning you to look at him. “I hope you know it wasn’t because we didn’t want to spend time with you or anything. We miss you to, sweetheart.”

“You do?”

“Of course, Y/N. We love you. I know we can be a bit hardheaded but…Eddie’s right. We should have at least come up with something else we could have done together. Now, that doesn’t excuse you disobeying us and going there.”

“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry. I learned my lesson though!”

Steve’s hand slides under your leg, extending it out so they can look at the bandage on your knee. 

“Bastard is lucky I didn’t fucking kill him.”, Eddie growled. 

“Do you think you’re up for the rest of your punishment?”, Steve asked as he held you closer.

“Rest of!? That wasn’t it?”

They both laugh at your surprised reaction. “Honey, you snuck away, talked back, ignored our calls and texts, and said we were somewhere fucking pouting!”, Steve chuckled. “That last one makes me think you forgot the type of men you belong to. We are more than happy to remind you.”

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[kurolumiis]

song — K. - cigarettes after sex

song lyric — “think i like you best when you’re just with me and no one else.”

warnings — dazai osamu x gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, slight jealousy, self indulgent, lowkey selfship coded

dazai osamu didn’t have any interest in relationships. that is, until he met you. you soon became his muse, his shining star, his reason to live. you made him so happy. you made him feel human.

so, when your childhood best friend came to visit, he wasn’t too fond of the obvious affections they held for you. the lingering gazes, the longing touches, he noticed it all.

it left a pit in his stomach. after all that he’s gone through, he couldn’t lose you. he’d lose his fucking mind. he felt as if he was being foolish though, allowing selfish jealousy take over him.

you came home from shopping with your friend, laughing at something they said when you entered your home. osamu was on the couch and watched tv. he turned to see you hunched over and laughing.

did he make you laugh like that? the sparkle in your eyes wasn’t something he ever saw before. or so he thought. your eyes sparkled much more with osamu—filled with love and admiration.

what’s worse was that your best friend was staying with the two of you. they slept on the couch but you had been staying up late chatting and playing video games with them, often being quite tired at work the next day.

dazai would hear you rant and rave to your colleagues about your escapades with your best friend, both from the past and currently. he tried telling himself it was because you hadn’t seen each other for a long time so you wanted to make this trip worth it.

but, jealousy slowly consumed him. watching you grab onto their coat for support as you stood up properly made jealousy fuel inside him.

“welcome home,” he forced out, trying not to let his voice crack. “hi osamu!” you said cheerfully, heading over to peck him on the cheek. he noticed your friend looking away, almost as if they didn’t want to see you kissing another person.

“well i’m tired, think i’m gonna head to bed early,” you said, yawning. “are you sure? we still have a heists we need to do,” your friend mentioned. “tomorrow’s saturday, we’ll do it then.” you brushed them off, heading to your room.

osamu followed after you, wishing you childhood friend a goodnight. he knew you would’ve wanted him to be polite to them, and he knew it was the right thing to do out of human decency.

you were already in your pajamas and cozy in bed. osamu changed in the bathroom connected to your bedroom as you read a novel. once he entered the room again, he went to his side of the bed and slipped into the sheets.

even in bed together, it still felt like you paid no mind to him. he frowned to himself, gaining the courage to catch your attention. “hey..y/n,” he spoke up, causing you to place your book down and give your undivided attention to him.

“ ‘samu, what’s wrong?” you noticed the tone in his voice. “i just…you’ve been hanging out with your friend a lot and…i miss you,” he admitted, tracing circles on your palm.

“oh,” you said, looking down. you hadn’t even realized until now, regret filling your senses. “osamu, i’m so sorry! i missed them so much and i let it get to me. i promise we’ll go on a date tomorrow,” you told him, clasping his hand tightly.

“i understand, i just felt a little lonely. i don’t wanna take time away from you and your friend though—” shaking your head, you cupped his face. “i love you. i wanna be with you forever and ever. til death do us part. i promise i’m going to make time for you.”

he grinned, causing you to do the same.

closing the book, you placed it on your nightstand and shut off the light. laying down, you just stared at osamu, admiring him. his hand found yours, intertwining them.

“think i like you just with me and no one else.”

#[☆] galactic works #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd #bsd fluff #bsd dazai osamu #dazai bsd #dazai osamu bsd #dazai osamu #osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x y/n #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai fluff #dazai angst

[minkkumaz]

I'VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE, TEACH ME?

the basic idea of romeo and juliet's balcony scene is the feeling of loving someone you aren't supposed to love. so why is idol kim seungmin knocking on your second - story window? why does he keep coming to you even though he knows it's forbidden?

PAIRING kim seungmin x fem!reader WC 1.7k TAGS forbidden love trope. friends to lovers. fluff. angst if you squint. intense kissing. cussing. OMI NOTE my first work here <3 i really enjoyed writing this but it's definitely not proofread aha.

the tragedy of romeo and juliet, a play written by william shakespeare. there’s a famous scene within the sonnet, where juliet sits atop the balcony that connects to her bedroom; where ultimately she ponders as to why must her one true love, romeo, be apart of her rival family. they’re forbidden to be together, yet their love for one another is so immense.

it was almost as if you were living some parts of the story when you found out kim seungmin was a well - known idol. you felt like the two of you were destined to be together, like it was written in the stars. but it wasn’t going to work out, you knew that.

you heard him calling behind you that night he got recognized by two girls. you were internally grateful that they didn’t even notice you because of how blinded they were by him. the pavement was damp with nightly mist, and the sound of your heavy footsteps ultimately drowning out his voice.

as soon as you arrived home, you kicked off your shoes at the door and ignored your parents’ questions such as, “where have you been, y/n? your curfew ended ten minutes ago.”

you never entered your bedroom with such a heavy heart. pulling out your laptop and violently typing up the name kim seungmin, only to be met with millions of search results.

kinfo.com: kim seungmin is one of the eight members of south korean boy group stray kids, under the company jyp, leader in entertainment.

straykidsupdates.com: has everyone seen seungmin in the most recent comeback? he’s totally cute and definitely carried that s-class pre chorus! instagram.com/realstraykids: stray kids (스트레이 키즈) official instagram

you closed your laptop before falling back into the pillows on your bed and letting out a heavy sigh. heartbroken was an understatement, you were so upset. if he had told you earlier you wouldn’t have let yourself fall in love with him.

the day you met seungmin was a run in at a small cafe you were wanting to try out (which now made so much more sense considering it was across the street from the jyp building). he wasn’t paying attention to where he was looking, causing him to bump into you and make you drop your food. you were not looking for any payment whatsoever, but he was insistent.

before you knew it, he was paying for your food and sitting down in front of you to make small talk and apologize. 

the conversation you had with him went on until the sun barely peaked over the horizon. it was starting to get dark outside and the cafe cashier was getting very sick of the two of you. with full stomachs and happy grins, he walked you home.

afterwards, you met almost every week for months just to talk and hang out. you grew to love the person he was, and the feeling was most definitely mutual. despite this, he never bothered to share his work life and you never bothered to look him up on google.

now, you sat extremely frustrated and crying. your pillows grew a wet patch from your tears. how could you forget him? the blankets you snuggled with did an adequate job at comforting you, though you knew seungmin was the best at that.

barely an hour passed before there was a quiet knock at your window. at first you thought it was the wind, but your suspicions were proved wrong when it knocked a little harder and less infrequent.

you got up from you bed and trudged to open your curtains, being met with a very familiar, puppy - dog - like boy. your eyes went wide.

“what the fuck? seungmin what are you doing at my window?” you whisper shout, feeling the cool air blow through your bedroom as you opened the window.

“you weren’t answering your phone, and you never let me explain.” seungmin panted a little, lodging himself between two thick tree branches.

“it’s unsafe to be climbing this tree! it’s been here longer than i’ve been alive. what happened to the front door?” you pulled him into your bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“we both know you’ve broken curfew three times this past week, your parents would never let me inside to talk to you.” he sighed, sitting on your windowsill.

“jeez, seungmin. you’re such an idiot…” you mumble with defeat.

“listen, i’m so sorry i haven’t told you about being a whole idol thing. i was going to, trust me, i just never got around to it.” “way to go for an explanation. you know we can’t do this min.” “why do you think i never told you? so i could lose the one person that actually liked me for the person i am, rather than the things i could provide?” he admit.

“i don’t think i can mentally date a kpop idol, seungmin. i really really like you but, theres so many complications.” you turn your back to him so he can’t get too close of a look at your puffy face.

suddenly his hand interlocked with yours, pulling you back a little.

“y/n, come out with me. let me show you that we can work. that this is worth it.” 

you couldn’t bring yourself to fully look at him, scared that his cute pouty face would convince you. “i can’t sneak out seungmin… my parents would kill me.” “then let them kill you, don’t give up on us, please. just this one night for me to show you how dear you are to me.” he lifts your chin up with his hand, frowning at the tear marks on your face. 

“but i’ve never done this before, will you teach me?” you sniff sadly.

“i won’t let you get caught. just follow my lead okay?” seungmin let go of your face and went to stuff pillows under your blankets, making a somewhat believable body. whilst doing so, you slipped on a different pair of shoes quickly.

he made sure to click off your lights before leading you towards the window. it wasn’t too bad of a climb down, but you were nervous nonetheless. 

“hold onto my hand, i’ll tell you where to step.” he gently held onto you so you could safely get down with him. as soon as your shoes hit the grass, a sense of euphoria overcomes you. there was so much excitement about disobeying the strict rules your parents laid on you, but you couldn’t hide the underlying worry.

“see? and that was the hard part.” he smiles at you, still hand and hand.

seungmin takes you to a parked car a few houses down from your own. the top was pulled down and there was an extremely prominent bouquet of lilies in the passenger seat. when it came into view, you squeezed his hand and grinned.

“how’d you know i liked lilies?” you replaced yourself with the flowers, sitting down comfortably with them in your lap.

“i didn’t, but i’m glad i made the right choice.”

the houses of your neighborhood passed by in a blur, all of them merging together as the car sped up. the breeze was cold, but you didn’t seem to mind. there was a feeling of warmth you felt when you were with seungmin, and this wasn’t any different.

there was a comfortable silence between you guys. neither of you bothered to say anything, basking in the presence of one another.

when he pulled up to the parking lot of a nearby park, you finally spoke.

“you took me to a park in the middle of the night to prove how much you want to be with me?” you ask.

“here, you’ll see.” seungmin took off his seatbelt and crawled into the back seat, motioning you to join him. 

you abide, leaning over the center console towards him, still being careful not to ruin anything. as you plop yourself next to him, he pulls you to snuggle up against his chest. you could hear his heart beating a thousand miles per minute, but you could argue that yours was beating faster.

“look up.” he points towards the sky and your gaze follows.

stars. they dazzled, lightening the velvety night sky. they vary in size and brightness, forming intricate patterns that make you dizzy. 

“it’s beautiful, seungmin.” you look over at his face, illuminated by the moonlight above. his features look much more perfect when you’re close.

“we’re all so similar to stars, y/n.” he started, rubbing circles into one of your hands, “there are so many that shine brightly in the sky, but you’re the only one i really care about.”

“gosh seungmin, you’re such a flirt.” you laugh, “but you’re an idol, you were trained to be charming.”

“i’m serious, y/n. you’re right in the sense that dating as an idol is really fucking hard. but my love for you is so real. shouldn’t that overpower it? nobody but my friends and the company have to know.”

you move your head away from his chest to look at him,”you love me?”

“of course i love you, y/n. i would be a fool not to.” he lifts you closer to him so you’re straddling his lap. when you move your hands up to cover your blushing face, he stops you. “you’re so pretty.” he whispers. “we’ll figure out everything i promise. i just need to be with you.”

“then be with me.” you affirmed, taking a small step closer to his face.

the distance between you and seungmin narrows slowly, and you can smell the sweet scent of his cologne, making you even more aware of his presence.

there are butterflies swarming in your stomach, convincing you that none of this is real. but as soon as his lips connected with yours, you were absolutely sure it was.

for the first few seconds, it was sweet. but the overwhelming feeling of so much love quickly turned into desperation. 

something that he’s been waiting for in all the months of knowing you finally was his. the kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, evident by the redder your lips became.

it wasn’t until you were interrupted by a buzzing that shook the car seat. a mere string of saliva connected the two of your bruised lips. you looked around cluelessly before your phone, before seeing recognizable caller id.

“fuck, my dad’s calling me.”

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[tgmsunmontue]

Team Player 2/7

Hangster. Jake's cousin plays for the Sydney Roosters and gifts him with merchandise regularly. Bradley has an unexpected realization.

PART ONE

                Jake doesn’t know what is wrong, just knows that something is. Rooster has been acting weird. Not bad. Not angry or upset with the world like he had a beef with the entire world, which Jake refers to in his head as PM (pre-mission), but he’s no longer quite as friendly and easy going as he had been. It’s like he’s backslid a little and he keeps thinking it’s maybe something he’s done. Not that he’s going to say anything, but it’s going to bug him until he figures it out.

                “Hey Hangman…”

                That. That right there. They’d been on at least a last name basis most of the time, even the occasional first name yelled out when they were really wanting to playfully annoy each other and now… He doesn’t think Rooster’s called him anything but Hangman for a couple of weeks. It’s just the two of them right now, so early to the Hard Deck that it’s almost empty.

                “Look. Have I done something to piss you off?”

                “What?”

                “You’ve just…” he pulls a face, doesn’t actually want to say the words. “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.”

                “No. Sorry. I’m just… working through something.”

                “Something… to do with me?”

                Bradshaw lets out a sigh then and Jake knows he’s just hit it on the head.

                Well fuck.

                Sucks to be right.

                “You didn’t do anything wrong, just… my issue okay?”

                “Just the one?”

                “What?”

                “Just the one issue? Not a collection?”

                “Fuck off. I just… I saw something okay, and it surprised me, and I’m… working through it.”

                “Saw something to do with me?”

                “Jesus Jake…”

                The way Bradshaw says that, half-plea, half-despairing gives him a shiver down the length of his spine. He likes the sound of his name in Bradshaw’s mouth, breathy and quiet on an exhale.

                “What did you see?” Jake asks, voice low, because he honestly has no idea what Bradshaw might have seen that might have elicited any type of response from him, let alone this pained look of… desperation.

                “It’s nothing…”

                “It’s not nothing if it’s got you all… twisted up like this,” he gestures helplessly, because he still doesn’t understand.

                “It was a photo.”

                “A photo. Of me?”

                “Yeah, of you. Uh. Nat sent it to me…”

                Oh.

                Wait.

                What?

                He frowns, thinks about photos that Phoenix might have of him and while she’s definitely one of the more snap happy amongst their squad he can’t remember if she just took a photo of… him. Oh. A few weeks ago. The one she took and then immediately sent to him. And maybe sent it to Bradshaw as well. The Roosters shirt.

                Oh.

                Roosters.

                His eyes widen in surprise, wondering if he’s made the right connection.

                “Do you want me to be yours?” Jake asks, and his first instinct is to tease, but instantly following the thought that he’s made the connection, is an opposite thought. “Or… do you not want to want me?”

                He takes a step back, realizing that what he’s just said makes the most sense. Rooster doesn’t want him. Part of him might, but not all of him. The less-friendly attitude, the using of his callsign rather than his name… Bradshaw isn’t letting the space between them increase though, stepping forward and Jake frowns, doesn’t want to ask what his problem is because he’s afraid of hearing the answer.

                “My issue is how much I want you to be mine…”

                “What?”

                “Jake.”

                “Why is it an issue?”

                “Pretty sure you don’t want to be mine…”

                “I thought you were meant to be smart,” Jake says, feeling a flood of relief as he realizes he’s not getting rejected, he’s not starting to lose the friendship before it had started proper. That it might instead morph into something different instead.

                “Let me take you out?”

                “Yeah. I’d like that.”

THREE

#hangster #sereshaw #rooster x hangman #top gun maverick #Team Player

[basilone]

Rating: M Fandom: Masters of the Air Characters: Benny DeMarco, Gale Cleven, Original Female Characters, mentions of other characters because they do not live in a bubble here Note: features canon-typical refs to death/dying etc., but if you watch the show you can handle this fic just fine. The only thing you gotta know about this AU before you start is: the history's the same, but there are women added to the bomber crews. References to Catholic imagery and the Italian-language prayers (Our Father/Hail Mary), as well as Benny hailing from Chicago in this one, are firmly based in fact. You might recognize fractions of episode 3 in this one, though it's not a play-by-play retelling by any means! Summary: Benny DeMarco omits one line from his prayers every time he pilots a bomber. The only time he speaks of mortality is when his feet hit the ground. Now, on a run that takes him all the way to Africa, he finds himself connecting with someone who'll call upon anything that's useful – from saints to baseball players – in order to make it out alive.

full of grace

He has lost count of how many Hail Marys he has held in his mind like rosary beads. Ave Maria, piena di grazia… Benny almost raises his eyes to the cockpit’s ceiling in supplication. Fixes his gaze on the point between the flak and debris instead – on that bright blue sky, colored like the robe on Mary’s statue back home – and rounds out the prayer that is taking shape in his mind. Santa Maria, Madre di Dio, please fucking save us, prega per noi peccatori, give us a goddamn break, amen.

There is a part to the prayer he does not bring into flight with him. Can’t. Bad luck all around to even think it, especially now that they’re so close to target. He’d have to do more than rap his bare knuckles on the strip of wood near his seat to ward that off. Would have to pray a thousand more Hail Marys, tumbling into the recesses of his thoughts like a game of marbles, before he’d feel safe flying this thing again.

There’s some things you just don’t take up with you. You don’t take fights. You don’t take grudges. You don’t take pictures of dames – no, Buck, not even Marge-with-the-pretty-smile – and you don’t take a completed prayer. It’s just common sense, like the dice and the strip of leather from Meatball’s harness he pocketed pre-flight. You take the things that bring luck. Leave out all the rest. Live with the feeling of your teeth about to rattle out of your skull with each hit you take, the twang of fear thicker on your tongue than the strongest liquor could ever be, and say a little half-moon prayer on every next breath.

And then, well, then there is that sweet, sweet feeling of being almost there.

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