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nirvanawrites111 · 8 months

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Say You Love Me Pt. 2 (Sub!Jongin x Afab!Reader)

Word count: 4129

Genre: Stripper Non Idol AU

Pairing: Sub!Kim Jongin x Y/n! Afab reader, no pronouns are used

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Warnings: Stripper, Y/N is poly with Taemin, Ten, and Kai. But, only sex scenes are with Kai, unprotected sex, Y/N is called daddy, vaginal sex, creampie

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You pull up to your mansion the following day after having your rendezvous with your ex-husband. There was just something about being with Jongin that somehow you still can't shake.

You turn your Corvette engine off and sit against the cool leather seat. You already know you will hear an earful from Taemin and Ten about not coming home last night.

Your eyes trail over to your beautiful mansion that once belonged to you and your ex-husband. You remember the day you two moved into your dream home.

Your fingers delicately caress the cool leather of your seat, and memories of last night's escapades are brought to your attention. You missed Jongin's taste and how he likes to call you daddy.

You mutually agreed that last night was just a one-time thing. You want to believe you can behave and hold yourself to that promise.

You step out of your car and grab your heels, jean dress, and your infamous Gucci bag from last night. You left Jongin's townhouse wearing his sweatpants, t-shirt, and Gucci slides. Not to mention, his intoxicating cologne is still on your skin.

Your steps on the marble flooring echo, and you quickly notice everything is exceptionably clean, how you like it. You kick off Jongin's slides near the fish tank.

The fish tank, a monument to Jongin's love for exotic fish, bubbles serenely, and the fish sway around like beautiful dancers.

"I'm home," you shout into your beautiful mansion, and walk into the living room.

The vast living room is bathed in a soft golden hue. Ten and Taemin sit comfortably on the plush, velvety couches, and magazines cover the deep mahogany coffee table in front of them.

Taemin and Ten are engrossed in their own worlds, and they lift their gazes to meet yours.

You quickly notice the intensity in Taemin's eyes, and Ten's display a bit of curiosity. Because why are you dressed in another man's clothes and strolling into the mansion as if nothing happened?

"Long night?" Ten jokes, and breaks the silence among the three of you.

"Uh, you could say that," you reply, trying your best not to sound guilty or obvious that you were with your ex-husband.

"So, where have you been?" Taemin questions you, and his sharp gaze is unwavering.

Taemin is still in his pajamas and has a bowl of cereal in his hand.

Ten is on the other side of and his cute Louie is on his lap.

"Out," you reply. You plop down on the couch across from them.

"You smell like Jongin. Is this what you're doing now?" Taemin adds.

"Yes, I was with him. I'm allowed to fuck my ex-husband if I want to," you reply in defense.

"So, he's taking my spot in more ways than one? I mean, he did walk out on you, so now you've forgiven him like nothing happened?" Taemin presses you.

Taemin isn't wrong in his claims. Things were rocky when Jongin decided he wasn't going to dance at No Manners anymore.

He was your top dancer for over seven years. So, the day he decided he was done dancing was also the day he was done being your husband.

The divorce wasn't messy, and he didn't ask for money. Nor, did he even ask for the house. He respected you and your business to a certain extent. He just wanted more for himself, but it just felt too personal.

"It was a business decision. It's my club, and I can do whatever I want," You insist, and stand firm on the decision that you made with a clear mind.

"So fucking him is a business decision?" Ten vocalizes, and his concern catches you by surprise.

The room seems to close in. You and Taemin are very strongly opinionated. So, you find yourself bumping heads with him pretty often. But, Ten being upset is surprising you.

Why is Taemin pressing you so hard? Sure, you made a selfish decision, but you aren't exactly dating Taemin or Ten. There isn't a label placed on whatever this arrangement is. All you know is that it has worked for the last couple of months.

"That's not what I mean. I mean him being the current headliner is a business decision," you explain.

"Yeah, but he doesn't like working sets with other dancers. Jongin is selfish," Ten further adds to the conversation.

Usually, he isn't the type to get involved in your disagreements with Taemin.

"He doesn't have to work sets with when he's the headliner," you defend Jongin.

"So, are you two getting back together? What does that mean for me and Ten?" Taemin asks.

You are not in the mood for the third-degree this morning. Your mind is still stuck on Jongin bouncing that ass on your strap. You still can't get over how he made you come with his tongue.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss being with Jongin.

You decide this is a little too much for you to deal with right now. You stand up and grab your Gucci bag.

"No one said that. I'm going to shower."

You leave the two of them and head upstairs to your bedroom to retrieve for some solitude. Sure, you could try to explain you still have feelings for your ex-husband.

Not to mention, you did tell Jongin that you loved him last night. Whether it was because of the euphoric feeling you felt dominating him, or you meant it. You told him, and he told you, too.

You're conflicted because if you still love your ex-husband, why are your top two strippers living with you? Are you trying to feel the void you felt when Jongin moved out?

Your mind so desperately wants to find the answer.

You genuinely enjoy sleeping with Taemin and Ten. It's fun for you, and it helps you escape from the feelings of being divorced.

Your mind wanders as you shower, alone in your thoughts.

But, seeing Jongin has done something to you.

You take a much-needed shower and wash the scent of Jongin from your body, and you try to wash him away from your mind.

Last night was something you can't shake. You initiated everything by showing up at his place after the show. You're just not sure what will happen over the next thirty days.

After your shower, you sit on your bed and moisturize your body. Your phone rings, and you stare at it when you see Jongin's name and photo come across it.

You still have a picture of you picking him up and holding him in your arms. It never crossed your mind to change the photo.

You swipe it to life and answer, "Hello?"

"Y/n, how are you?"

"Good, just got out of the shower. What's up?"

"Can you come to the club? I want to practice a bit if that's okay with you. Hopefully, I'm not bothering you."

"No, you're good. I'll be there in 20 mins."

"Thanks, Daddy."

His request isn't strange; many dancers request to come in during the day. But, usually, they go through your assistant.

Maybe Jongin doesn't know that is still the same practice, but either way, you're going back to the club.

He's also pushing it with the "daddy" kink. Jongin knows your weak spot, and he taunting you.

***

You arrive at your club, and pull your car next to Jongin's. You step out of your vehicle, and Jongin is leaning against his.

His ashy gray hair is covered by a Gucci beany, and he isn't wearing any makeup from what you can see, even with shades on. He draped in a simple Gucci tracksuit—nothing unusual for him.

"What's up, Y/n?"

"Nothing. The Lee Twins are mad at you," you tease him.

"Let them hate," Jongin chuckles, and follows you with his duffle bag in tow.

The double doors of "No Manners" swing open with a whisper, revealing the expansive space of the club. With the absence of patrons, the vastness of the place is more pronounced, every detail of its luxe design accentuated in the quiet.

The dim chandeliers cast their opalescent glow across the club, their muted purples and deep blues adding to the quiet allure of the place. It's like stepping into a different world, one that's intimate, seductive, and hushed.

Your feet echo softly against the black marble floor. The main stage stands like an altar. It's where the magic happens. The poles, with their smooth, cool chrome, rise from the stage, reaching up to the ceiling. You can almost hear the faint, ghostly echo of past performances, the cheers, the gasps, the music.

Jongin removes his shoes and jacket to reveal he's not wearing a shirt. Your eyes stare at his chiseled six-pack. He steps out of his pants to show what's underneath. His tiny shorts interestingly catch the light, amplifying the sculpted form of his ass, making it seem like an artwork on display.

You break your attention from his body and ask, "What do you want to practice?"

"Umm, just pole tricks. I was a bit rusty last night."

"You looked amazing to me."

"Right, but there were some things I could improve to be even better."

"Well, get your ass up there and practice. Do you have your music?"

"Yes, can you connect it to the Bluetooth for me?" Jongin hands you his phone, and you see a picture of you and him in front of the mansion as his wallpaper.

You walk to the DJ booth to turn on the sound system.

You connect the phone and turn on his playlist. As the music hits, Jongin stretches his body and climbs up the pole.

He's doing all the usual tricks, and you aren't sure why he thinks he needs to practice. Watching him work the pole is an art form. He makes the shit looks easy and flawless, but you know that it's not simple.

No one is as talented as Kim Jongin when it comes to male strippers. You've searched high and low to find someone to replace him, but no one is as fluid as him. Taemin comes close, but there's just something unique that Jongin brings to the table.

Jongin drops down and hops off the stage. You grab his phone and pause the music.

"You good?" you ask.

Jongin opens his duffle bag. "Yeah, I'm just warming up."

Your eyebrows raise heavenward. "Uh, your warm-up is a main event for a lot of strippers."

"I know, but I'm not them. I'm Kai."

The cockiness has entered the building, and you can't deny that you love it.

"Okay, I see you."

Jongin pulls out a pair of six-inch glass heels. He's never been known as a performer who wears heels. Some of the other strippers do, but not him. You're curious what he plans to do.

"Since, I'm coming back. I want to do this. Not every night, but at least once. A few of my fans have asked me on Instagram to wear them."

"Oooo, your fan," you tease him. "That's cute."

"Yeah, that's why I really want to practice."

"I've never seen you wear heels before. Can you walk in them?"

Jongin laughs at you, puts on the heels, and gets on stage. He walks down the stage to show you that he can wear them. But, can he dance in them?

"C'mon. I wouldn't invite you here if I couldn't. The last thing I need is you roasting me."

"True. So, can you shake your ass though?"

Jongin swings his body around the pole and turns his body upside down, and twerks his ass just to show you that he can literally do anything. He drops down into a split and then crawls over to you.

"What do you think?"

"You look good. Ass looks even fatter than usual."

"Thank you. I've been toning it up."

"It's noticeable."

Jongin wants to continue to work on dancing in heels and turns the playlist back on. You sit back and enjoy the show. He's captivating, and you know why the customers love him so much.

You love to watch him challenging himself to do something that's out of the box for him. Just like anything else he tries, he's a natural in these glass high heels.

Watching Jongin move, the way his body twists, turns, and defies gravity, it's clear why he's irreplaceable. His every move is poetry, a symphony of strength, agility, and raw sensuality. Each drop, twirl, and seductive glance he throws seems to stitch a story, a narrative of passion, of yearning.

After a while, he sits on the edge of the stage, and the music stops.

You stand up and walk over to him standing between his legs.

"What you think, Y/n?"

"Amazing."

"Really?" His eyes, always expressive, widen a bit, sparkling with a bit of disbelief.

"Yes, you're a natural. I wish you would have done this a while ago." Your tone is commanding and contrasts with his gentle disposition, yet he doesn't shy away from you.

"Me, too. I just wasn't comfortable with heels yet. But, I've been practicing, hoping it could lead to a permanent dance opportunity."

"It will. I want you to work in the velvet room this weekend," you announce.

"Yes, daddy." Jongin's voice quivers slightly, using that name for you to convey reverence and a touch of shyness. It makes your heart skip a beat.

"Jongin," you respond. Your tone is gentle yet firm, re-establishing the dynamic between you two.

Your body is swimming with lust. The last thing you want is to fuck him at the club.

Not to mention, you don't even have your Gucci bag. You would be lying if you said you didn't get a little moist watching him dance like that.

"Stop calling me that."

You stare into his eyes, and he jumps down from the stage and stands before you.

The intensity between you two is palpable as you feel the magnetic pull of Jongin, drawing you closer.

"I... I love calling you that," he murmurs, his voice quivering. Gently grasping your hand, he brings it to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, "It's our special thing. You haven't let anyone else have that privilege... have you?"

"No," you confirm.

There's a shy hesitation in Jongin's voice, revealing an undertone of vulnerability as he says, "I haven't performed in the velvet room in quite some time. Can... can I practice with you?"

You remember his apprehension regarding the velvet room. He was always fussy about performing there, perhaps because of its intimate setting. But now, knowing his tenure here is temporary, you want every experience to be perfect. Every memory is to be etched deep.

You want to make sure he's good to go for the velvet room.

"Sure."

Once inside, you reach for the remote, activating the LED lights that bathe the room in a sultry purple hue. You recline on the plush couch, its cushions enveloping you, and a neat stack of crisp bills sits on the table beside, ready to bathe in skin in dollar bills.

But nothing could've prepared you for the moment Jongin steps into the room. Clad only in a thong, his sculpted physique on full display, it's a sight that's intoxicatingly overwhelming.

You didn't bring your Gucci purse because you didn't think anything would happen when Jongin harmlessly asking to practice. He doesn't have the key to the club anymore, so it would only make sense for you to be present.

Jongin struts over to you still in those heels and immediately straddles you, and the music starts playing in the background.

He turns around to reveal his nice firm ass. You toss a bill onto him. It's taking everything inside of you not to grab it.

"Thank you, daddy."

Jongin is pushing you, but you want nothing more than to fuck him nice and hard again. You try to block out that thought and focus on the dance.

The velvet room has strict rules about touching, and you try to make this seem as close to the real thing as possible.

When he shakes his ass in your face, you see he still has your name tattooed on his lower back.

You thought he would have it covered up. Somehow, you didn't notice it last night.

Maybe he had makeup covering it for the show, but it's on full display.

The more Jongin grinds on you, the more your pussy throbs for him. Why does he have to do this to you? Why does he have to look good like this?

Jongin gets in your lap and wraps his arms around you. "I want you."

"Of course, you do. But, this is a private dance in the Velvet room, and I'm just a paying customer."

"Fuck me.. it'll be just between us."

"Jongin.. please," you moan slightly out. You hate being tempted like this. You want to resist your ex-husband so badly, but you just can't. Everything inside of you is screaming that you want him, need him, desire him.

Sure, you have the Lee Twins to please you at your beck and call. But, they aren't Jongin. They don't make you feel the way he does.

"Have me again... I need you."

You stand up and place Jongin on the couch. You grab his thong and rip it off his body. You toss the flimsy material over your shoulder.

"What do you want, Jongin? Tell me."

"Fold me up like a pretzel and fuck me," Jongin whines.

You know exactly what he's talking about. You adjust his body against the couch, and he holds his legs back for you as you position yourself to fuck him in one of your favorite positions, Amazon.

His nude body is perfect in your eyes. Seeing your ex-husband offering himself to you like you're some god is iconic in a sense.

You inch down onto his dick until you feel the fullness of his length stretch you a bit. You like that even though you don't have your strap, you are still in control in this position.

You love having a beautiful man submit to you and give themselves to you entirely. There is nothing more satisfying than having him inside of you again.

It is such a sacred act to share with the man that you still share a last name with. You've been telling yourself that you haven't change your last name because of the process. But, you know that it's because you still love Jongin.

As you stare down at him, he looks like a beautiful angel waiting to be devoured by sin herself. You wait for a few moments before you make any adjustments as time stands still.

No words are exchanged between you and him. But, you can feel the energy radiating between the two of you. There's so much love, not to mention lust, that is present.

"I haven't stopped loving you," Jongin takes a breath as you begin to move on his length. You place your hands against his as he's holding back his legs for you.

"I feel the same way," you immediately reply.

Your body rocks slowly as you work yourself on his dick. Soft moans escape from the lips of your angel, Jongin. You feel a bit satisfied with how you are making him feel.

"Am I still yours... daddy?" Jongin asks you.

"Yes.." you moan. At this point, hearing him call you that is sending you over the edge. You don't want this feeling to be over already.

It's a question he asked you last night. Your ego gave him an answer, but the truth is he's always been yours. Even after things ended and you tried to move on to the Lee Twins. He's never left your mind.

You lean down and slip your tongue into his mouth as you fuck him nice and slow.

Your sweet Jongin spreading his legs for you and letting you dominate him this way has you feeling powerful as shit.

The moment's intensity fuels your desire, making you crave more of him. Every touch and moan between you both ignites a fire within, as if time stands still.

It's a connection that transcends physical pleasure, reminding you of your undeniable bond with Jongin.

The room fills with the sounds of your passionate reunion, as the boundaries between past and present blur once more.

Jongin holds his legs up, and your bounce on his dick while you hold the back of the couch.

"Come inside of me, baby. I know you can do it."

"Anything to please you."

Jongin's eyes lock with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The moment's intensity heightens as you both surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

The two of you release together and collapse into each other's arms, breathless and sated. The room is filled with a lingering sense of connection and intimacy, as if time itself has stood still in this moment of pure bliss.

"Fuck, Jongin. I love you so much."

"I love you, more."

***

The next night, the club is open again, and everything runs smoothly. Word has gotten out that Kai is back, and there are more people here early to glimpse the main attraction, Kai.

The soft hum of bass from the club's speakers is barely audible in the distance, providing a muted soundtrack to the intimate setting of your office.

You are in your office counting the money you've received from some of the newer strippers and putting it away when Taemin walks into your office.

"Hi, baby," you greet him warmly.

Under the room's subdued lighting, Taemin's fishnet dress gleams, casting playful reflections. His black leather ankle boots, studded with metal, give his look an edgy finish. His smokey eyes and bold, dark lips enhance his striking features.

You stand up, and you walk over to him. You kiss him on the lips and close the door behind him. You push him against the door, and your hands fall around his waist.

"Hi.." Taemin's voice, usually so confident, came out as a soft whimper, causing you to look up from the glitter bottle.

"What can I do for you?" you ask.

"Umm, can you put glitter on my back and legs? Ten usually helps me, but he's already on the floor."

Taking the bottle from him, you reply, "Sure."

You put the body glitter all over his legs and back. It's something you wouldn't do for the other dancers. But, because you and Taemin have an intimate relationship, you don't mind.

"Goddess?" he whispers.

"Yes."

"Are you still mad at me for smoking the other night?"

"No, I was never mad. I was disappointed, yes. It was supposed to be your night as a solo headliner. You know that's an important spot to fill."

You sit on the edge of your desk.

"But, the thing is, I'm not Kai, and I never will be."

"But, Tae, you are an amazing dancer in your own right. I don't compare you two. Because that's the nature of the business, it's never about my personal feelings. It's about what's going to make the club the most money. He's only here temporarily."

"I understand."

"So, don't trip, okay?"

There's a knock at the door, and both you and Taemin look up.

"I'll see you later," Taemin kisses you on the lips and walks out without acknowledging Jongin.

"Hey, boss. I'm working the velvet room, tonight like you asked," Jongin interrupts you as he walks into your office.

"Perfect."

"I want to take you out for lunch tomorrow. Is that okay?"

You sigh. "Jongin.. what are we doing? We're not married anymore. All of this is very reminiscent of our marriage. Fucking in the velvet room, going on dates. You know I'm seeing the Lee Twins."

"You're in an official relationship with them?"

"Not officially, but they've been staying with me for the last couple of months."

"Oh, well. If they don't belong to you. What's wrong with us hanging out?"

"Jongin, this is a lot. I know I shouldn't have asked you to return after you were adamant about leaving this lifestyle. I want to see you live out your dreams."

"I don't want to live them if I can't do with you."

Your heart drops in your chest as he reveals that revelation. You knew there were still some possible feelings between the two of you.

"Jongin. I want to be part of your life, too. But, I don't know what this means for us."

"Be with me again."

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yxxna · 2 years

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Kai x Gucci for Dazed Korea

#exo #exosnet #kai #exoedits #kpopco #mgroupsedit #boyidoledit #dailybg #edits #gucci #userjoanna #usertaeng #useryejiis #ocora #uservince #exo kai #dailykai #exoedit #jongin #kim jongin

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kylobear · 5 months

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Jongin besties; moonkyu, taem, n kwonho are just like him. Kinda quiet, sweet n softie type. The way kwonho immediately bent down n used his hand to support JI's head, and continue to hold JI's head tho JI said no need to hold it, just so 🍬.

Both MK & KH wore kai x gucci 👟 but JI was just chilling in his comfortable sandals 😂

Some snippets from kai bucket list ep 1

Bonus : JI and his 🌈 couple joke 🤭

Credit: INTLKAI

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#jongin #kim jongin #kai #exo kai #kadi #kaisoo #boy love

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bu99erfly · 2 years

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FLY HIGH KAI – DAZED Korea x GUCCI

#exo #kai #exosnet #malegroupsedit #boyidoledit #kpopco #dailybg #99 #09 #edits #*e #*#exoedit

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ljnsdump · 4 months

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Broken? No, Just Rearranging (SERIES)

Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Kim Mingyu as Lucas Blue Ramirez and Y/N as Ara Riona Teves De La Vega

Just let go of the illusion that it could have been any different.

Genre: M/F, old friends to lovers, fluff(in the next chapters), smut (not in this chap tho), angst, late 20s established career setting

Warnings: Just mean, bratty and hateful OC

Word Count: 2 367

Hello and welcome to my first ever series! This will we in both English and Tagalog for better feels. I am so excited for you guys to read this! This story has always been in my notes for the longest time, I literally wrote the first chapter when I was in 9th grade. Anyway, enjoy reading! Please do not hesitate to give me some constructive criticism.

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CHAPTER 1: Let it Bleed

'DLVGC Headquarters'

The sign on the huge led screen says when you enter the main lobby of the huge building.

De la Vega Group of Companies, one of the biggest businesses ran by a family. Malls, hotels, restaurants, clothing, makeup brands, food factories, and transportations. Own most of it. They are all over the world now. The business grew a lot. The person who stands as the head of everyone, even the presidents of each company is their own grandfather, Chairman Dominico de la Vega. He has 6 offspring leading each company except one. Don de la Vega and his wife chose other fields. Business wasn't their vibe. Now, their only daughter will manage all of De la Vega Fashion and Beauty. The only grandchild who takes over her parents' job in the family. At dahil dun, naging paborito siya ni Chairman Dominico. Pinag-aral siya sa France at ngayon ay babalik na.

"Mr. Ramirez, hinihintay po kayo ng Chairman." Sabi ng assistant ng chairman na nasa front desk ng opisina nito. Tumango ang binata at pinagbuksan siya ng assistant ng pinto sa opisina ng chairman.

"Magandang umaga po, Chairman Dominico." Bati niya.

"Blue, kamusta ang preparasyon para sa pagdating ni Ara?" Tanong ng matanda.

"Mabuti naman po. Iniba na namin ang panloob ng buong DLV Fashion ayon sa kagustuhan niya." Sagot ni Blue.

Si Lucas Blue Ramirez ay isa sa mga pinagkakatiwalaang tao ng pamilyang ito. Matanda lang ng apat na taon kay Ara at ito ang magiging assistant niya.

"Great. I want you to escort her from the airport to DVLF. Your job as her assistant and secretary starts." Utos nito at walang pag-aalinlangang tumango si Blue.

Lumabas ng headquarters si Blue at sumakay sa isang van kasama ang dalawang gwardya. Susunduin nila si Ara airport. Nakasunod sa kanila ang isa pang van dahil napakarami daw nitong dalang maleta.

Pagpasok nila sa airport, nakatayo sa may arrival area si Ara na nakasuot ng kulay pink na Gucci wool silk short belted jumpsuit, pink leather Gucci platform heels na may double G emblem, pink na 1969 Plexiglass mini top handbag na mula Gucci rin. Nakatayo lang siya dun habang hawak hawak ang kanyang gray and pink gradient metal sunglasses na mula Gucci rin. Nakatingin lang ito ng diretso at halatang naiinis na. Nasa likod niya ay halos sampung pink na Horizon 55 luggage bags mula Louis Vuitton at isang babaeng may edad na parang around 50's.

"I just got here, don't try to ruin my mood." Galit niyang sabi kay Blue nang lapitan siya nito at mga kasama niyang gwardya.

"Na traffic kami." Sagot nito. "I will be your assistant, I'm Lucas Blue Ramirez."

She walks past them. Pinagtitinginan pa siya ng mga tao dahil nga sa pag-susuot niya at mga dala niya.

Nang nasa loob na sila ng van, sinuot ni Ara ang kanyang sunglasses. "Take me to my house. I want to rest." Sabi niya.

Tumingin ang driver kay Blue na nasa front seat at tumango lang ito.

Pumasok sila sa modernong mansyon na may napakahabang infinity pool sa gitna. Halos kita na ang loob ng bahay dahil sa mga glass exterior nito. Ang mansyon ay hugis U na merong tatlong palapag at underground parking lot. Meron sun deck at barbeque place sa may pool. Sa kabilang dako naman ng parking lot ay ang gym. Sa unang palapag, nanduon ang kusina, sala, at hapag kainan. Sa pangalawang palapag kay pitong kwarto na walang gumagamit at ang buong 3rd floor ay kwarto ni Ara. Meron ring rooftop.

"Magandang umaga, Senorita." Bati ng walong kasambahay, at hardinero. Tumango siya sa mga ito at umakyat na sa kwarto niya gamit ang elevator. Kasama niya doon sina Blue at yung kasama niyang babae.

"That's Nanay Hilda. Siya ang nag-aalaga sakin mula noon pa." Sabi ni Aya.

"Hello po, ako po si Blue." Inilahad ni Blue ang kanyang kamay para makipaglamano at tinanggap naman ito ni Hilda ng nakangiti. "Ako po ang bagong assistant ng alaga niyo."

"Sumama ako dito sa Pilipinas para makauwi na ako saamin. Alagaan mo ng mabuti itong si Ara ha." Tinapik nito ang balikat niya.

"Makakasigurado po kayo."

"Nanay, matutulog muna ako. Tell him what he needs to know." Sabi niya at pumunta sa kanyang kama habang pumunta sa may lounge area ng kwarto sina Blue at Hilda.

"Is she always that cold and bratty?" Naiinis na tanong ni Blue. "Wala man lang ka emosyon emosyon sa mukha."

Natawa nalang si Hilda. "Mabait yang batang yan. Wag mo lang inisin. At kahit gaano ka nakakatakot, wag mo sanang pabayaan."

Napailing ng dahan dahan si Blue. "Sana nga."

"Pag naiinis yan, mahilig nyang matulog o kaya uminom. Pigilan mo muna pag gustong uminom, pero pag nagpupumilit, bigyan mo nalang ng white wine. Kapag stress, bigyan mo ng pagkain. Mahilig yan sa maaanghang. Mahilig rin yang mag shopping."

"Ano po bang kinakainisan niya?"

"Yung mabagal, yung late, yung sumasapaw kapag nagsasalita siya, kapag hindi nasusunod ang kagustuhan niya."

"Spoiled brat."

"Alagaan mo ng mabuti." Ngumiti ang matanda.

Kinabukasan na lumabas ng kwarto si Ara. Nakasuot ng velvet red a-line ankle-length dress na slit-sleeved. Ito ay sinuotan niya ng velvet red ring platform pump at mga aksesorya. Ang kanyang buhok ay nakaplantsa lang para ma straight.

Napatingin ang lahat ng kasambahay at pati na si Blue sa kanya paglabas niya ng elevator.

"Take me to the HQ. I have a lot of people to greet." Sabi niya habang naglalakad at nilampasan si Blue.

Pinagbuksan siya ni Blue ng pinto ng van at umandar na ito.

"Ask them when will my cars arrive. I hate this fat, shabby van." Utos niya kay Blue at nagsuot ng itim na sunglasses. Sumandal siya sa headrest at pinikit ang mga mata para makatulog.

Tinawagan naman ni Blue ang shipping company. "Hi, this is Ms. Ara Riona de la Vega's assistant. Can I ask when the cars will arrive?" He asks in English fluently.

"Sir, the cars have arrived already early this morning, we just have to check the papers and the cars will be sent to her house." Sagot ng babae sa telepono.

Binaba ni Blue ang telepono. "Chinicheck na ang papers." Sabi niya at pumikit na rin.

Pagdating nila, napakaraming taong naghihintay sa kanya. Nakalinya silang lahat sa harap ng building. Nagulat si Ara sa kanyang nakita. Nandoon pati ang kanyang mga pinsan.

"Bakit hindi mo sinabing nandito sila?!" Naiinis na tanong ni Ara kay Blue.

"Kung sinabi ko, hindi ka pupunta." Sagot naman ni Blue at bumaba ng van para pagbuksan si Ara sa kabilang side. Pagbaba ni Ara ay nilapitan siya ng kanyang siyam na mga pinsan.

"Why are you here?" Tanong niya habang nakaigting ang panga sa galit.

Ngumisi ang isa sa mga pinsan niyang lalaki na si Angelo. "Bidang bida kana naman."

"As expected, basta paborito kahit kaming hindi interesado nadadamay." Sabi pa ng isa na si Lianna.

Magsasalita na sana si Ara nang sumingit si Blue. "There are insiders and journalists around us." Mahina lang ang kanyang pagkasabi pero natigil ang mga magpinsan.

Ara forced a smile at lumapit isa-isa sa kanyang mga pinsan. "I missed all of you." Isa isa niyang niyakap ang siyam.

Walo sa kanyang mga pinsan ay inis na inis sa kanya. Si Ara kasi ang pinakapaborito ng lolo't lola nila. Ang isa na si Aimee ay ang tanging pinsan niyang mabuti at malapit sa kanya.

"Our Ara is here!" Chairman Dominico leaped in joy.

"Never seen him that ridiculous ever." Another one of her cousins, Jeannette whispered.

"Not for you." Ara smirked and walked past them going to their grandfather. She went in for a tight hug. "I'm so happy to see you again, lo."

Dominico's heart warms as his granddaughter that he misses hugs her. Ilang taon na ring hindi bumalik ng Pilipinas si Ara dahil kinailangan niyang tutukan ang pag-aaral para lang maging bagay sa kanyang position sa negosyo ngayon.

"Greet your tito's and tita's. They came here for you." Ngumiti ang matanda. "Then come with me to my office."

She went to her tito's and tita's at binati ito isa isa. Hindi katulad sa mga pinsan niya, ang relasyon niya sa kanila ay okay lang naman. Hindi man ganun ka lapit sa isa't isa pero wala namang galit na namamagitan.

"Ba't mo naman na isipang bumalik dito ng bigla bigla?" Tanong ng matanda sa kanyang apo nang dumating sila sa opisina niya. Siya, si Ara at Blue lang ang naroroon.

She pouted. "Ayaw niyo ba ako dito, lo?"

Natawa ito. "Hindi naman, apo. Nagtatanong lang naman ako kasi biglaan ang pag-uwi mo."

Napatingin siya sa bintana. "May kailangan lang akong ihanda."

Napasinghap ang matanda. "You can't heal unless you won't forgive, Ara." Tumaas ang isang kilay ni Ara dahil sa sinabi ng kanyang lolo. "You've experienced a lot in France, I know."

"Then let it bleed." Her voice cracked in anger.

"Who are you?" Tanong ni Ara at sabay silang huminto ni Blue.

"I'm Lucas Blue Ramirez." Sagot niya.

Umirap si Ara at sarkastikong tumawa. "Why are you my assistant?"

"The chairman chose me."

"Why?"

"He wants someone who can put up with your attitude." He replied frankly that startled her a little and made her eyes pierce in anger. She started walking again to the car.

"Go to the company." Utos niya sa driver.

Pagdating nila sa malawak na building na may limang palapag, nandoon rin ang mga trabahante na nakasuot ng lab coats, masks at gloves naghihintay sa kanya.

They all bowed upon seeing her. She stood in front of them with Blue beside her. "Welcome to the company, President and Chief Executive Officer Ara Riona de la Vega."

Tumingin si Blue sa kanya upang makita ang magiging reaksyon nito. Ngumiti si Ara. "Maraming salamat." This is probably the first time he sees her smile since she arrived.

Lumapit sa kanyang ang mga namamahala ng kompanya. "Magandang umaga, po. I'm DLVGC's Clear Cosmetics general manager, Lygel Marasigan." Sabi nito. "We've prepared your coat, mask and gloves." Binagay naman ito ni Ara kay Blue.

Isa isang nagpakilala ang mga namamahala ng kompanyang Clear Cosmetics at De la Vega Fashion.

"Pumasok na po tayo sa loob?" Aya ni Lygel Marasigan.

Sinuot ni Ara ang gloves at mask, si Blue naman ang nagpasuot sa kanya nung coat na may red metal name plate.

Ara Riona Teves de la Vega

Clear Cosmetics and De la Vega Fashion

President and CEO

Pumasok sila sa building at ang sumalubong kay Ara ay mga kahong napakalaki.

Tumaas agad ang kilay niya. "What are these?"

Blue shuts his eyes in disbelief. He clearly told them not to put those boxes there.

"I-Iyan po ang gagamiting materyales para sa araw na ito."

"This is the entrance of the building if you didn't know." She said sarcastically. "Do those boxes look appealing to you?"

"Pasensya na po, ipapalipat na po namin ito sa likuran." Yumuko si Lygel. Agad na kumilos ang mga trabahante.

"Yan po ang information desk natin at andyan nakabantay sila Bruce at Kate." He gestured to the long counter and behind it was a wall with the huge rectangular portrait of the de la Vega family.

"Itong unang dalawang palapag po ay para sa Clear Cosmetics tas yung pangatlo at pang-apat ay sa De la Vega Fashion. Ang panglimang palapag ay studio. Dito lang rin po ginagawa ang mga photoshoot." Sabi ng isa sa kanila.

"I want this space to be a comfortable lobby." She said while scanning the room when the boxes were cleared out.

"Opo."

Gabi na nang matapos nilang libutin ang buong building pati na rin ang bodega at canteen na nasa katabing building.

"Nasa bahay na ba ang mga sasakyan ko?" Tanong ni Ara habang nakapikit at komportableng nakaupo sa van.

"Hinatid kaninang alas dos ng hapon." Sagot naman ni Blue.

"Good. Bring me home."

"Ano bang gusto mong kainin, tatawag ako sa bahay." Tanong ni Blue sa kanya.

"I'm eating out with a friend." Tanging sagot ni Aya.

Pagdating nila ng bahay ay agad na pumunta sa kwarto si Aya at naghanda. She took a quick shower. Still in her robe, she dried her long hair. Pagkatapos ay sinuot niya ang spaghetti strap layered ruffle mid-thigh length dress na kulay puti. She wore dangling earrings and necklace with it as well as a bracelet and a ring and white sling back heels.

Pagbaba niya ng kwarto, alas otso na ng gabi. Pumunta muna siya sa sala dahil nandoon ang susi ng mga sasakyan niya. Nandoon si Blue naghihintay sa kanya.

"Why are you still here?" Tanong niya.

"Akala ko ba may lakad ka pa?" Kaswal na tanong niya pabalik.

"I'll go alone." Sagot niya at sumakay balik sa elevator. Sumunod si Blue kaya nagtaka siya. "What are you doing?"

"Drop me off at the nearest bus stop." Sagot nito at inilagay ang kanyang mga kamay sa bulsa.

Bumukas ang elevator. Nasa parking lot na sila. "And why would I do that?"

He shrugs. "I don't know."

She rolled her eyes in disbelief. No one has ever talked so casually to her before. Six cars in red, black and white colors are lined up in the parking lot. She stopped between them choosing what to use. She then chose a white Jaguar F-type convertible.

"My previous assistant will be arriving tomorrow and will be bringing the clothes and shoes I have left in France. She will also be the new social media strategist for De la Vega Fashion." Sabi ni Aya habang nagdadrive.

"Who are you meeting?" He asks casually.

She suddenly stepped on the brakes. Thankfully no car was behind them. "I'm sorry since when does an assistant care about that?"

"Since now." He replied.

She pulled over the bus stop. Bumaba si Blue at pinaharurot ni Aya ang kanyang sasakyan.

She parked her car infront of a boujee steak house. Pagpasok niya agad siyang binati ng waiters.

"Omg, hi! You're here!" A tall, stylish gay rushed and hugged her tight. "I haven't seen you in person for 3 years already."

She hugged him back. "Yeah, you quitted from fashion school."

"I was just really tired. You know the story." He rolls his eyes.

"How are the preparations?”

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Kai

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Satin, Lace, and Other Pretty Things

Reviving this fic for part 4!

Thomas x fem reader

Word count: 3.6k

CW: Its kinky!!

Digging through what you affectionately referred to as your little box of horrors, was even more fun than you anticipated. You’d forgotten the full contents of your sex toy collection since you’d moved in with Thomas and stuffed it at the bottom of a closet. He had a barricade up that you were always testing the bounds of, trying to gently work around. Anal fingering? Fine (as long as you didn’t really talk about it). Rimming? Nope.

Thomas made up for this with orgasms galore, so you were far from bored. However, you also knew that wiping out a 10 inch neon green dick and balls with a suction cup at the base would just intimidate, and maybe also traumatize him. So you kept the more adventurous items in your collection tucked away in case they became appropriate later on. At the bottom of this innocuous looking plastic container, was your strap on harness. It was simple, because that's all you could afford when it came to quality leather and an adjustable o-ring.

You sat with your back to the wall, amongst phallices and vibrators spread out on the hardwood floor, running the black straps through your fingers. Tragically, this harness hadn’t gotten much use, and it was time to rectify that. After a few minutes of snapping dildos and o-rings in and out of place, your suspicions were confirmed: nothing here was small enough for Thomas’ comfort.

There’s no point in having skills without the tools to match, so you skimmed reviews of a few sex stores. After you’d determined which had the most extensive merchandise, came the question of where to put the harness. Obviously everything else was tucked away under two boxes of CD’s kept for sentimental reasons and your summer sandals. But should you leave the harness out so Thomas could get used to it?

Tossing it on the bed to feign casualness was the bold option, but maybe excessively so. Perhaps with your other toys in the night stand? To avoid giving him a heart attack, you fold it next to your lingerie in the dresser. The placement gives him the opportunity to close the drawer and pretend he’d seen nothing. Plus Thomas’ intentions were already nefarious if he was rooting around in your underwear drawer. A far better alternative to reaching for the lube and finding your hand tangled in a pegging harness. Thomas would be so full of excitement and anxiety that he’d simply spontaneously combust.

Getting him put back together this afternoon had been challenging enough. After a few minutes of cuddling, Thomas’ suggestion to shower together almost derailed all progress. He had been absolutely insistent that you cum too. Nevermind your explanation that his pleasure was reward enough.

“I’m not expecting an orgasam.”

“Well I have an expectation of myself that I will give you an orgasam,” he insisted.

“Thomas I can’t cum knowing I’m holding up Maneksin’s meeting with the biggest fashion brand in the world. Too much pressure!”

“Well if you’re struggling to cum, then I am holding up the Gucci fitting,” he emphasized. The argument was ridiculous, but so endearing that you laughed.

“You’re insufferable,” you huff, affectionately. “Alessandro looks like Jesus, I can’t disappoint Jesus this way.” You’re already giving in, letting Thomas tip your face towards his by holding your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Remember that I was an altar boy. I think he’ll make an exception.” Thomas kisses you softly at first, like an invitation.

“Are you sure?” Kiss. “Because -” Kiss. “Smiting and all.” Kiss. His mouth grows more passionate as he tries to shut you up. Thomas backs you around the bathroom door frame, into the bedroom. “Don’t wanna -” Kiss. “Risk it.”

“Please stop talking.”

“‘Kay,” you grin. No one can say you didn’t try. Just when you’ve settled on pissing off Sony, Gucci, God, and everyone, Thomas’ phone rings from the kitchen. He lets out a heavy, irritated sigh, smacking your ass for good measure before he bounds out of the room. Holding your breath to listen, you recognize his business tone.

“Is it Jesus?” you call, humor only loud enough to reach Thomas’ ears and not whomever he was talking to. When you enter the kitchen he’s leaning against the sink, smiling even as he speaks in a monotone.

“Alright, thanks.” He beckons with an outstretched hand, folding you into his side. You wrap your arms around his waist and eavesdrop, feeling snug and affectionate.

“-- important in the industry. Even taking you guys on was an act of good faith.” Thomas sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I know this, I know.”

“They had a dozen more high profile options. You’re here because of the aesthetics, it all serves a marketing purpose. So this meeting you need to be extra gracious.”

“When has my professionalism failed you?”

“What I’m saying is unless you hate it, don’t ask them to redesign. Smile say ‘it’s an honor to represent your brand.’ It’s about centering a modern interpretation –”

“Of Italian style,” Thomas droned, hitting his head against the cupboard dramatically.

“Supporting their vision. Being the vessel for their vision.”

“You’ve already prepped us on this.”

“Well it’s important enough that it bears reminding,” he snaps. “Considering you’re not in the car on your way right now, you do need to hear it.” Thomas grimaced and you stifled a giggle behind your hand. The rep from their talent management continued ranting and Thomas held the phone away from his ear.

“What the fuck does he want me to say?” he whisper-yells in exacerbation.

“Say that you’ll be the perfect brand ambassador.” He nods, sighing and giving a few more mindless affirmatives.

“I’ll be the perfect brand ambassador, I promise.”

“I won’t let anyone in the club puke on the Gucci clothes,” you add.

“And I won’t let any –” Thomas stops himself and ends up shaking with a silent chuckle that shows his gums. “Alright, I’ll leave right now. Thank you so much, Nico. Yeah, bye.” Once Thomas was out the door, you got to refocus your attention. Putting on some innocuous clothing, you drove to Peaches n’ Cream, an establishment not to be confused with an ice cream store. Sex stores intimidated most people, but you felt oddly comfortable. No retailer had better, more knowledgeable customer service. Not to mention shopping for your boyfriend was straightforward: just get the smallest size of everything.

“Baby, are you home?” You didn’t expect him to be, but wanted to check before casually dumping a dildo and butt plugs on the dining room table. Of course the house was empty, which gave you time to situate your new O-ring and strap on. The snaps were stiff, so it took a couple minutes and some of your sanity to get them pried open. However, great struggle reaps great rewards, and soon you are adjustinging the harness in the hallway mirror.

There was nothing quite like the rush of power from wearing a strap on and harness. You had all the equipment for any feasible activity at your disposal. Just fantasizing about the possibilities while wearing a cock was fun. Thomas undone and grabby, sweaty hands slipping off your hips while his brow furrowed. The attached dildo was comically small, and you almost felt silly posing in front of the mirror, but this wasn’t about your preferences and you’d never make your boyfriend feel that his capabilities are inadequate.

When he finally gets home, you’re doing skincare in the bathroom, trying to keep yourself conscious. If he takes off his boots it’ll rouse you again anyways, might as well be awake to greet him. Thomas pokes his head around the doorframe.

“Hey, sorry for keeping you up,” he winces.

“It happens, baby.”

“Okay, I’m gonna change.” Thomas blows you a kiss with a wink before disappearing down the hall, to the bedroom. When you follow behind not thirty seconds later, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cock in hand.

“Well, isn’t this familiar,” you chuckle.

“Oops.” Thomas is bashful at getting caught, his motions slowing to a stop. “You were so tired, but I’ve been thinking about the underwear all day and now I’m just…I was fighting not to get hard the whole time.” You snort at how receptive he is, propping a couple pillows against the headboard so you can sit comfortably. As you climb onto the bed, Thomas desperately waits for direction. Submission came so naturally to him. He probably didn’t even realize that he was deferring power your way.

“Would you feel comfortable with me being part of this?”

“Jacking off?” he asks in confusion.

“Mhm, remember what I said this morning? Can I watch you practice?” He thinks about it, eyes cast downward.

“I don’t really feel like practicing right now,” he mumbles.

“What about sitting on my lap?” You try to make the request casually amidst all the internal screaming at the thought of his masturbating while seated on your thighs.

“Yeah, okay,”Thomas nods, face open. It’s clear he feels comfortable with this request in a way he didn’t with the other. Maybe he wasn’t ready for that vulnerability right now.

“Take off your bottoms so you’re comfortable and straddle.” Thomas wiggles out of his jeans and slides his boxers off. He stands next to the headboard. His physicality is cautious as he crawls onto the bed. You pat your thighs with one hand and use the other to beckon him forward. It's a position he’s likely never taken before, which is why Thomas is so awkward when he swings a leg over. In the process of shifting, he falls onto his hip, hand slipping on the comforter.

“Sit back on your heels and take a deep breath.” While Thomas obeys you run your hands along his flank reassuringly. Finally, he begins to settle. He looks at you, his cock, his hands, and his shirt where it brushes the head of his shaft. He looks, but he doesn’t touch himself without prompting.

“Kitten, I need you to really listen for a moment.” You take Thomas’ face between your hands and his attention is singular. “I am so proud of you for saying no to me just now. I am beyond thrilled that you feel comfortable doing that. Thank you.” He nods wordlessly, shoulders hunched forward as he tries to make himself smaller. In Tommy’s dreamy, round eyes is a plea for direction.

“Lube, then you can touch yourself.” Thank god you’d been the one to discover this side of him, to teach him about it. Someone who didn’t love him as much as you did might not be so careful. Or they might judge him, shame him, and he’d stuff this beautiful, vulnerable part of him back down for good. While Thomas begins working his cock with a slick hand, you’re trying to quell the raging inferno that burned within. He looked so pretty stroking himself like this.

“You did the exact right thing, kitten. You did such a good job.” Nodding repeatedly, Tommy runs his forefinger and thumb over the just ridge of his cock frantically. His grip is so tight on the upstroke Thomas accidentally hurts himself and grunts in pain. In his widened eyes, you can see how much he wants to believe you, coupled with surprise at the strength of his own arousal.

“Be gentle with yourself, kitten,” you warn. His hand slows but the head of Thomas’ cock is already crimson. He pouts his bottom lip and screws his eyes shut while letting out a pitiful whine. Something has awoken inside Tommy and he was intimidated by it. You could feel that he wanted you to fix it even though he couldn’t put a name to it himself.

“Closer,” you encourage, pulling him in by his hips so Thomas was flush against you.

“But it's gonna get on your shirt,” he protests, transitioning into fucking his own fist.

“That’s okay! I can change my shirt, baby.” You get a hand in his hair, run it to the back of his neck while your other grips his glute. Tommy’s eyes flutter and he whines for something more. You wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back, kissing his chest, but his sounds just become more insistent.

“Kitten, you’re going to have to be patient while I learn how to take care of you.” He falls totally silent which wasn’t the goal at all. “No pretty kitty, keep making your sounds for me. Don’t deprive me of that.” Thomas switches to stroking his cock. His hand makes wet, intimate noises and you can smell the pre-cum. He’s even more vocal, moaning and whimpering for your benefit.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, Tommy?” His chin trembles, but Thomas stays silent. “Answer me. Aren’t you such a good girl?”

“Mmm mhm,” his mouth falls open in pleasure. It was so rewarding to wrap Thomas in all these affirmations. You’d never praised someone more responsive. His cock is engorged to the point that you can see each vein contrasting with his flushed skin. He must be aching.

“Yes you are.” You manage to get his shirt off now that he’s stationary, which leaves his nipples available. You lean in slowly, so close that your warm exhales raise goosebumps on his skin. Thomas’ eyes open and he arches to get your mouth on him. In response you place a hand on the center of his chest, forcing him not to rush.

“Can I play with my pretty girl’s pretty nipples?”

“Yes!” he blurts, then looks surprised at the volume of his own voice. Testing his relationship to pain, you bite lightly instead of suck.

“Ah huh ah, fuck. Fucking fuck,” he cries out. Tommy’s expression isn’t one of discomfort or pleasure, it's something else. Overwhelm. He’s not ready to explore this, not by a mile. You shush him soothingly, switching to the other side of his blushing chest with just a kiss.

“C - can you help?” He’s using what you’re coming to recognize as Thomas’ little voice, his submissive voice.

“I’d love to take care of my kitten,” you purr. Tommy grabs your hand and thrusts it between his legs. He raises it up under his ball sack so you’re cradling the weight in your palm.

“Uh huh, mm,” he moans, while yanking his cock roughly. The sound is so pornographic that you can negligibly feel yourself get wetter from that one noise alone.

“Be gentle with yourself.” This time it's a demand without your usual warmth. Thomas starts paying attention to his whole length, not just abusing the tip.

“Good listening. Is this what my kitty needed?” You cup his sack snuggly in your palm. The teasing has the intended effect. Thomas grunts and strangles the comforter in his left hand.

“No, kitten, hold on to me.” You pull his hand by the wrist and bring it to your hip. “I’m going to take care of you.” Again, your tone is stern, not affectionate, but he’s so responsive. Thomas’ fingernails dig in through the silk fabric of your pajama bottoms. He leans closer and you can hear the guttural, feminine noises which are barely audible as they leave his parted lips. The fragile skin between his legs is so very soft, delicate even. It’s essentially no effort on your end, but the sensation is viscerally meaningful for Thomas.

Yet, even with your faces almost touching, he doesn’t go in for a kiss. Because kissing isn’t his heart’s desire. It’s hell not to pin just Tommy to the bed and fuck him for his own wellbeing. Submission is what he really needed. To supplement this urge, you lick and suckle his nipples with lots of spit, then take one under your free hand. Gently brushing your fingertips turns into twisting and pulling. Checking his face for discomfort, you find euphoria, but also tears. Thomas’ hips are twitching without rhythm and you can see him clawing at the edge of orgasam.

“Do you like the way my hand feels on your pussy? Such a good girl for asking me.” He cries out like he’s injured. Tommy is so conflicted, overwhelmed with all he’s trying to suppress and overwhelmed with how much he wants to get it all go and just be.

“Learning so quickly, kitten. You’re so smart and obedient already,” you coo. At the word obedient, Tommy lets out a sob and his face falls forward onto your shoulder. For his own safety, you get a solid hold on Tommy’s hair to protect his head. Without prompting, he slumps against you in total relinquishment of control. Only Thomas’ forearm moves, and at a frenzied pace. Without the headboard at your back this would just be a pile of limbs. Instead, you can use your grip as a vantage point to speak directly into his ear.

“You’re gonna cum with my hand on your pussy, pretty girl. Now.” Tommy chokes on a moan, but still manages to nod. “Such good listening. I’m so lucky that I got the perfect kitten.” He cums with a shout that startles Thomas himself. It's hysterical, primal, the release of a tension whose existence he was ignorant to until the moment of. You may not have been prepared for the volume, but the overall reaction is no surprise.

Catching most of his ejaculate in Thomas’ dirty makes the moment easier. You pull your boyfriend sideways, parting your legs so he can sit between, propping his head on your shoulder. The ends of his hair are sweaty under your hand.

“Why do I ah - always cr - cry,” he sobs.

“You don’t always cry baby.” Thomas never teared up when he was on top, but bottomng was rarely a casual experience for him. “Just when there's something you need the sex to help you release.”

“I don’t understand.” Except he did understand. He just wasn’t ready to face it which is a different thing entirely.

“Well what did it feel like to you?”

“Good. Calm, but intense. Easy but also…I don’t know.”

“Mhm,” you rock back and forth. “Were there any parts you didn’t like?” After a moment of thought, he shakes his head.

“I think when you compartmentalized your fetish, you also put away other parts of your sexuality, important parts.”

“Yeah that makes sense,” he sniffles. You reach over to the nightstand and put the tissue box between your knees. Then you just rock side to side while collecting your thoughts. During lovemaking, the risk of revealing something you hadn’t already approved caused Tommy to shut down out of fear. Perhaps that fetish wasn’t the only forbidden desire he harbored.

“For me, sex has always been easy between us. I want what you want and vice versa. There's no conflict because we’re very compatible.”

“Yeah, same.” Thomas wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Now you have to get from the shallow end to the deep end without him drowning.

“I think that compatibility comes from our…our energies being far apart on the sexuality spectrum. Opposites attract.”

“Uh huh.” He sounds unsure. Totally sensical, given the ramblings he was being asked to decipher.

“Basically you like taking suggestions and I like being listened to, right?”

“Okay, yes, I agree.” He nods and you examine his body language. Thomas’ hands are relaxed in his lap which is a promising sign.

“It's been a struggle to get you to advocate for yourself in bed.” Fingers crossed. “ Is that because you like doing what I say, independently of enjoying the actual activity?”

“Yes,” he whispers.

“What if it's something you really, really like? Wouldn’t doing the sex act be better than obeying?” His reaction to the word “obey” is very telling. His cock jumps even as it's becoming flaccid.

“I…then I have to direct the whole thing and sometimes that makes me anxious and I can’t enjoy it. Not always!” he desperately clarifies. “Just…sometimes.”

“So it’d be fair to say that being in charge is often a turn off for you?”

“Yeah.” His chest was still rising and falling at a semi-normal rate, so you settle on at least attempting to push him.

“Then what would you say is a turn on?”

“It being you.” He’d actually managed to say even less than you thought was possible.

“Me being the one in control and you being submissive?” It’s the first time you’ve used the s-word. Thomas holds his breath so you stroke his head again, twisting his damp, loose curls around your fingers.

“Yes,” he whispers. “But I know that, as a man, I should want to be dominant.” There it was.

“So as a woman, I should want to be submissive?” That one visibly stumps him. Thomas bites his lip in through and stares at the far wall with a concentrated expression.

“Well, no. You shouldn’t have to…I mean, I don’t care. I do care! I like things how they are.” He slides off your lap so your faces are level, but keeps his legs across your thighs.

“And what if I told you that your submissiveness is the sexist thing about you?” A wide-eyed Thomas goes through a dozen shades of red until even his ears are the color of an overripe tomato. “Have you ever considered that?” He shakes his head slowly, focus falling to his hands. “Hey.” You raise his chin by your pointer finger, then tuck a sweaty lock of hair behind his ear. Carefully, he drags his gaze up to meet yours.

“I already love the parts of you I haven’t met yet. So when you’re ready, I’m ready.”

Notes: I have my blog back after two months of my taglist and almost every social function not working! There might be a couple of fics you've missed out on because you weren't notified and my posts also weren't showing up in tags (crossing my mf finger it works now) I'm SO happy to FINALLY have you back.

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