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Teacher's Pet (modern!HOTD)
read the second installment Lessons
pairing: professor!Aemond x student!Reader
summary: A night out during the spring semester of your senior year of university leads to a run-in with your former professor.
warnings: NSFW 18+ (explicit sex, unprotected, fingering, oral fem-receiving, overstimulation, titty sucking, praise, degrading language) mature themes, power imbalance
word count: 4.5k
note: I got a saucy little anon saying y'all needed a student x teacher fic from me, and to celebrate 3,000 besties I had to deliver!! thanks for all the love and support, you all mean the absolute world to me! Excited to keep creating for you all, ilysm 😘
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You and your best friend Sara Snow grew up together, and spent nearly every waking moment attached at the hip. You know those friends you have that are more like siblings than friends? Sara was more like your twin. So when she stayed in your hometown going to Winterfell State, and you traveled to Citadel University, it was like you’d lost a limb. 
Which meant you had to visit each other as frequently as possible. Sometimes you’d travel back home and visit Sara, and other times she’d come to you. Sara preferred visiting you, she loved the wine bars and clubs of Oldtown.
“The vibe is just different here,” she says, sipping her wine, “I love it. Very chic.”
You’d chosen a new wine bar to explore this time around. It’s a super cute place, with low lighting and a chalkboard bar and tables, with chalk for drawing laid out on all the tables. Sara, being mentally 12 years old, had already drawn a veiny cock in front of you. You swipe it away with your hand.
“Rudeness!” she says, pouting as you destroy her artwork. 
“Stop drawing dicks,” you tell her and she narrows her eyes.
“You’ll have to kill me,” she teases, eyes flickering toward a blonde girl who passes on her way to the bathroom.
“You’re staring,” you tell her and she sticks her tongue out at you.
“She’s been staring at me for a while,” Sara tells you, grinning, “I for one, plan to get laid tonight.”
“I love that for you,” you tell her, smiling. 
“This guy at the bar, totally checking you out right now,” Sara says, sipping on her wine. 
Your face flushes and you turn your head slightly to look. Sara makes a noise of disapproval, setting her glass down.
“Don’t look,” she whispers, pushing some dark hair over her shoulders. 
“I’m not,” you hiss, tilting your head.
“You totally are,” Sara accuses.
“What’s he look like?” you ask.
Sara’s dark eyes scan the man, you watch them move seemingly over his form.
“Tall, platinum blonde, like seriously, must have an extensive hair care routine,” she says, nodding, “We love that, love a man with good hygiene.”
You snicker, living for her analysis. 
“He’s lean, but like you can tell he’s muscular,” she glances at you, “I know you’re a hand whore, and I can tell he’s got nice hands.”
“You’re so rude,” you accuse, blushing because she’s right. 
Sara scoots off of her seat. 
“C’mon, we’re going over there,” she tells you.
“Okay,” you agree and she links your arm pulling you from your seat.
You finally get a look at the guy and your stomach drops.
It’s your professor.
Not this semester, but last semester. Westerosis Literature taught by Professor Aemond Targaryen. A great class, hard as hell. He worked you fucking hard for that A. You mean to tell Sara but you’re still in shock as you come face to face.
“Hey there,” Sara says, smiling sweetly, “I couldn’t help but notice you checking out my friend, thought you’d like to buy her a drink? Maybe keep her company while I visit the loo?”
Aemond’s eyes rake over you, clearly recognizing you. You blush furiously, mouth gaping. 
“She likes Sauvignon Blanc,” Sara tells him, motioning to the bartender, “I’ll be back, take care of my girl.”
And with that, she flounces off toward the restroom.
“I’m sorry professor,” you tell him, nervously playing with your fingers, “If I had known it was you I wouldn’t have let her drag me over here.”
“Something tells me your friend would be hard to deny,” he tells you as the bartender comes over, “A glass of Sauvignon Blanc please, and I’ll take another gin and tonic.”
You flush as the bartender nods, getting your drinks. 
“She’s very persistent,” you tell him, nodding in agreement and casting your eyes to the floor. 
Aemond cannot keep his eyes off your glowing cheeks, the way your lashes flutter against them as you avert your gaze. 
“I can just take this back to the table,” you say, grabbing the glass of Sauvignon Blanc he paid for. 
Aemond shakes his head.
“You shouldn’t drink alone,” he tells you, patting the empty chair next to him, “Indulge me for a bit, will you?”
You look back towards the table you shared with Sara, though she has yet to return to it. She’s probably chatting up that girl she had her eyes on. You bring your gaze back to Aemond.
“Okay, if you’re sure you’re comfortable with that,” you tell him, slipping onto the stool. 
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“Because that paper was cruel and unusual punishment, even for you,” you tell Aemond through a laugh.
You’re on your third glass of wine, the hours ticking away as you converse with your former professor. Sara has made herself scarce, though she’s been texting you. 
“You did rather well if I recall correctly,” he says, with a sly smile on his face.
You roll your eyes, taking another sip. You’ve always been a good student. 
“Only because I dedicated a week of sleepless nights to that assignment. Seriously, you should be paying for my therapy after that,” you tease, leaning your cheek against your hand. 
You’ve gotten closer to him during the night, your knees brushing against his thigh, heel clad foot mindlessly rubbing against his calf. You’re not sure if it’s the wine or the ease of the conversation that has you feeling so comfortable around him. 
“Send me the bill,” he jokes back, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. 
“I’ll put it in your mailbox tomorrow,” you giggle, taking another sip, “You know, I was really disappointed when your Essosi Literature class was full this semester.”
“Is that so?” he asks, sipping his gin and tonic, raising an eyebrow at you. 
“Now I’ll never have the chance to take it,” you continue, “Unless you teach a summer course, otherwise your popularity has thrown off my entire plan of study.”
“My apologies,” he insists, grinning at you, “My popularity, you say? I thought I was a hard ass.”
“Oh you are,” you assure him, “But that doesn’t mean you’re not popular.”
“How so?” he pushes, a long finger dancing around the rim of his empty glass.
Your eyes follow the circle he traces, up the veins on the back of his hands. How have you never noticed how sexy his hands are? You’ve never been this close to him, his lectures always held in one of the large lecture halls on campus rather than the more intimate classroom settings. You wet your lips, desire pooling in your belly before you meet his eyes once more. 
“You know,” you tell him, unable to keep the secretive smile off of your face, “I mean, you must know.”
“Know what?” he murmurs, staring at you with such intensity it makes your thighs tremble. 
You brush a strand of hair behind your ear, chewing on your lower lip. This will be your last glass of wine, you feel too giddy, too at ease in the presence of your professor. You’re going to regret this little flirtation in the morning, you can feel it in your bones. But the alcohol is liquid courage, and you’re a senior after all. Once this semester is over, you’re out in the real world, done with Citadel University. 
“You’re popular with the ladies of campus,” you tell him, “and the men, and everyone else.”
Aemond quirks an eyebrow at you. 
“Oh really?” he asks.
“Of course, I mean you’re the youngest tenured professor, you are a hard ass grader but your lectures are so enticing, and it helps you’re easy on the eyes-”
You choke as soon as the sentence escapes you. A freudian slip if you’ve ever had one. Aemond’s mouth quirks up into a wolfish grin.
“I’m so sorry,” you tell him, covering your mouth.
“It’s alright,” he assures you, but you’re off on a nervous ramble.
“That was seriously so shallow of me and inappropriate to say-”
“Y/N,” he says, resting a hand on your knee, “It’s alright, really.”
You laugh nervously, enjoying the feeling of his hand on your leg. You can feel the heat it emits through your tights. His hand is huge, and you lose yourself in the moment wondering how it might feel against the bare flesh of your thighs, you neck-
“I should see if Sara texted,” you tell him, reaching for your phone.
You’re greeted by a dropped pinned location and a text from Sara saying she went home with the blonde from earlier. Lucky bitch. 
“And she’s left me,” you say aloud. 
“Everything alright?” Aemond asks.
“Yeah, yeah. This has been great,” you tell him, “Thank you for keeping me company, but I should probably get home, call an Uber.”
“Let me drive you,” Aemond insists, “It’s no problem.”
You bite your lip. You shouldn’t do this right? He’s your professor, your teacher. 
“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods.
That’s how you end up in the passenger seat of his mercedes, the dark leather seats warm and inviting. You know you’re staring as you watch him drive, long fingers gripping the wheel, the other hand resting on his knee. 
As you pull up to your apartment, you swallow the lump that has formed in your throat. You almost want to invite him up. He watches you closely, as though sensing the words swimming around your head. No, you're not doing this.
“Thank you, professor, I appreciate it,” you tell him, leaving it at that. 
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“I think I embarrassed myself big time Sara,” you tell her groaning on the phone. 
There wasn’t much time to debrief the night before Sara had to head back to Winterfell. You brought yourself to the campus coffee shop, settling in to complete some homework while you had some free time. 
You’d been staring at your laptop screen, and the empty word doc that was pulled up, for the better part of an hour before deciding to call Sara. 
“You did not,” she insists, “I don’t care if he is your professor, he was totally into you.”
“He was just being polite.”
“I know polite, and I know eye fucking. Professor Big Dick was the latter,” Sara insists.
“Sara!”
“You know I’m right,” she tells you.
“Fuck,” you tell her, placing a hand against your forehead.
“Look, if you’re that worried about it, go talk to him,” Sara says, “Drop by his office or something, bring him a coffee and tell him you’re sorry.”
“You don’t think that’s weird?” you ask, nervously chewing your thumb.
“I think it's weird you didn’t suck his dick when he drove you home,” she answers honestly.
“Bye Sara,” you tell her.
“Love you too bitch,” she says, making a kissing noise into the receiver. 
You decide to take Sara’s advice, bringing Aemond a coffee as an apology for your behavior. You walk through the building; it’s quiet with no classes, not many people pass you on your way to the faculty offices. Most doors are closed, but you see Professor Targaryen’s door is ajar, signaling his presence. 
You’d been to his office one time before, dropping in for office hours the previous semester when working on your midterm. He grilled you hard, and you left feeling frustrated but with a strong desire to please him. You always did crave academic validation. 
You knock on the door, greeted by Aemond’s gentle timbre telling you to enter. He’s seated behind his desk, a book open on his lap. He’s wearing gray slacks, a simple button down shirt and his silver hair is pulled away from his face in a loose, low bun. His violet eye lights up as you enter, blue sapphire prosthetic winking in the afternoon light that filters through his window.
“I don’t mean to intrude,” you tell him, closing the door behind you.
You walk further into the room and place the coffee cup on his desk.
“What’s this?” he asks, closing his book and placing it on the desk. 
“An apology from a tremendously bright student?” you tell him, smiling nervously.
“What do you need to be apologizing for?” he asks, picking up the coffee, inspecting the order on the side.
You chose black to be safe, not knowing this is how he preferred his coffee. Aemond takes a sip, humming appreciatively. 
“I just really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I know I was a little tipsy, and I hope I didn’t cross a line or anything,” you tell him. 
Aemond stands, picking up his book and walking over to his bookshelf. It’s stacked with books, classics and other contemporary novels. 
“You’re very thoughtful, Ms. Y/L/N,” he comments, sliding the book back where it belongs. 
“Thank you, professor,” you tell him.
“If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me,” he tells you, walking in front of his desk.
He leans his back against it, resting his palms on the edge. 
“Why would you apologize?” you ask, tilting your head with curiosity.
“Well, if anyone’s responsible for making our interaction inappropriate it's me,” he tells you, jutting out his sharp chin, “I’m your professor, you’re my student.”
You flick an eyebrow up at him.
“You were my professor,” you tell him, “I’m not in your class anymore.”
“Still, that power imbalance doesn’t just go away,” he insists, eyes meeting yours.
There it is again, that look. The one with such intensity it makes your knees weak. You can see his tongue poking his cheek as though he’s contemplating something. Your breath catches in your throat and you nervously wet your lips. 
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” you tell him, “No more flirting with strangers at wine bars for me.”
“I’m not a stranger,” he says.
“You know what I mean,” you tell him. 
The air between you is warm and inviting. It’s like the bar all over again, you can feel some invisible force pulling you closer to him with every word you exchange. It’s so effortless, this playful banter, you fall into it easily with him. You have to stop, have to stop before you cross another line. 
“Anyway, take the coffee,” you tell him, “and let me know if you decide to run that summer class, cause I’ll totally take it.”
“You’re graduating,” he teases.
“They’ll let me hang around, I can be very persuasive,” you insist, kicking yourself for the insinuation.
Aemond lets out a breathless laugh. 
“I’m sure,” he says smirking. 
You stare a moment longer, appreciating how his tall, lean frame looks resting against his desk. Your gaze drops to his hands again. His hands. You blink, steadying yourself, but he’s definitely noticed the mental lag you had. 
“Goodbye, Professor,” you tell him, “Have a good rest of your day.”
You turn walking toward the door. You reach for the handle, pulling it open slightly before a hand reaches above your head, pushing it shut. He keeps his hand on the door as you turn around to face him. 
“Don’t leave,” he murmurs, bringing his opposite hand to trace a line down the side of your face, before cupping your cheek.
Your breathing turns ragged as his thumb strokes your cheekbone. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your lips, and smell his cologne. His hand strokes the doorframe, following into down until he reaches the handle, flicking the lock into place. 
“I thought we weren’t doing this,” you whisper, hands clenched into fists at your sides. 
“Then why’d you come here?” he purrs.
“I was being nice,” you tell him, as he brings his other hand to your waist, pulling you against him.
“Such a good girl you are,” he whispers and then his lips are on yours. 
Your hands fly to his neck instinctively, pulling him as close to you as possible. His mouth feels so perfect against yours, the mingled taste of spearmint and coffee sharp on your tongue as you greedily drink him in. Your hands fist the back of his shirt. 
You’re practically gasping against his mouth as his hands move to cup your ass, before he bends his knees to lift you up by your thighs. You wrap your legs around his slender waist, continuing to kiss him all the while, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. 
He turns, walking you away from the door and placing you on the corner of his desk, hastily brushing his arm to move loose papers and knick knacks out of the way, sending them crashing towards the floor. Not that either of you care. Your hands work quickly, tearing at the buttons on his shirt, revealing his chest. Your nails rake down his abs, reaching for his belt. You’re desperate and you don’t care, you need to feel him inside you. 
Aemond removes his lips from yours, laughing breathlessly at your eagerness before swatting your hands away. 
“Let me,” he murmurs, sinking to his knees in front of you. 
His hands travel up your thighs and you squirm against his touch as they disappear beneath your skirt. You feel his dexterous fingers loop through your underwear pulling it off of you. You assist him, bunching your skirt in your hands revealing your dripping cunt to him.
“So wet for me,” he purrs, “Are you always like this?”
“Fuck,” you mewl as his tongue flicks out, tasting the wetness between your folds.
He hums with appreciation, as though tasting a fine wine. Aemond pressing his face into you, nose nuzzling against your clit, sending spark waves of pleasure dancing upwards toward your navel. His tongue swirls around your center, dipping into your tight heat. 
“Did you sit through my lectures with your pussy dripping like this?” he asks, voice rough with desire. 
You squirm against his mouth as he wraps his lips around your needy clit, suckling gently and flicking his tongue around the sensitive nub. Your hand flies to the back of his head, foot digging into his shoulder blade. 
His hand squeezes your inner thigh roughly, before slapping the tender flesh causing you to cry out. 
“Oh gods,” you moan, head tilting back in the throes of pleasure. 
“I bet you did,” he answers his own question, smirking at you. 
He moves his attention away from your clit momentarily, dragging a finger through your folds. You can’t see his hands but you can picture them, his long, skilled fingers as you feel him sink one into your tight heat. 
Your spine curves, pushing your pussy closer toward his face as his finger searches for that special spot inside of you. 
“Oh fuck, fuck!” you cry as the pad of his finger pressing against the spot inside of you that paints stars behind your eyelids.
Aemond glances up at you, watches as your brow creases with pleasure, and your mouth forms a perfect O shape. 
“There we go,” Aemond purrs, wasting no time and slipping another finger inside of you. 
Every crook of his fingers has you trembling against him, his pace relentless as pressing against your g-spot. He brings his attention back to your throbbing clit, increasing the pleasure building in your abdomen, tingling up your spine. His tongue laps away, little kitten licks against the sensitive button drawing you closer and closer to orgasm with each flick. 
Tears well in the corners of your eyes and your nails dig harshly into his scalp, not that he seems to mind. Aemond simply groans against you, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure. 
“I’m gonna come,” you pathetically whine, shaking against the desk.
“That’s a good girl, c’mon,” Aemond insists, slipping a third finger inside you.
The wet slurping of your soaked cunt echoes in the room as he never relents the stokes of his fingers, the flicking of his tongue. It’s all too much and the tightly wound coil of pleasure inside you snaps with a strangled sob. As your high washes over you, all the tension in your body releases. 
Only Aemond doesn’t stop.
“Professor,” you moan, feeling the wave cresting inside of you again.
His fingers are soaked, easily sliding in and out of your greedy cunt. 
“Please, please, it’s too much,” you beg, slumping against the desk.
“But you’re such a good girl,” he insists, “You deserve one more, give me one more.”
“I can’t- holy shit!” you squeak, as his lips suck your clit.
You’ve never been treated like this before. One orgasm-if you’re lucky-has been your experience with your past lovers. But you can’t deny him as his fingers work their magic, his tongue swirls around your puffy clit. 
“Yes you can,” he purrs, and of course he’s right as you feel yourself thrown over the edge of pleasure once more. 
“One more,” Aemond insists and you feel tears leaking down your cheeks.
“Professor I can’t-” you tell him, and he shushes you.
“One more, on my cock, huh?” he asks, unbuckling his belt, “Yeah, you like that idea baby?”
Your eyes light up, and you push yourself on your elbows to watch as he reveals his impressive length. Sara’s always told you guys who are lean are usually well endowed. Boy was she right. Your eyes widen taking in his length, as he grips it in his hand, pumping it. You bite your lip, watching precum leak from the reddened tip.
“I changed my mind,” he says roughly, dragging you toward him like a wolf with its prey, “Two more, you’ll give me two more.”
Your eyes are round as he drags his cock through your folds. You wiggles as he drags the tip over your clit, up and down, using your arousal as lubricant. 
“You’ll cum just like this,” he says, continuing the movement against your sensitive clit.
You’re squeaking and moaning embarrassingly, wriggling like a trapped kitten as he holds your thigh tightly with one hand, while the other continues to rub the head of his cock against your clit. Your third orgasm builds quickly and crashes over you just as powerful as the first two, leaving you gasping for air. 
“So pretty like this,” Aemond murmurs, bringing a hand to the back of your neck to kiss you. 
You whimper against his mouth and his hands move to your shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull the material off of your head. You reach around to unclip your bra, leaving your breasts free and hanging heavy with need. Aemond brings his attention to them immediately, his erection pressing against your thigh as he circlies your nipple with his hot mouth, sucking on your breast. 
You’re babbling uncontrollably at this point as he switches, suckling at your neglected other breast before aligning his cock with your soaked entrance. 
“You sure?” he asks, hesitating for a moment. 
“I’m on birth control,” you manage to gasp, “I’m sure, please, please.”
Aemond grins wolfishly before sinking into your wet heat. His jaw slacks as your pussy greedily accepts him, warm walls holding him firmly inside as he stretches you out.
“So fucking tight,” he murmurs, slowly dragging out only to thrust back in, balls slapping against your ass. 
Your head is full of cotton at this point, unable to form coherent thoughts as he plows into you. His hands rest securely on your lower ribs, as your own hands grip the back of your thighs, allowing your legs to bend at the knee. Your back is arched off of the desk, head thrown back and mouth hanging open in pleasure. 
“You like that?” he asks.
You can’t find it in you to reply, answering only in a breathy moan. Aemond merely chuckles.
“Awww did I fuck you stupid, baby?” he teases, causing you to whimper.
He feels so fucking good, sliding easily in and out of your tight walls, the sounds of lewd, wet slapping filling his office. It’s filthy, it’s erotic, and it’s so so bad of you but you can’t help but love the position you’ve found yourself in. 
“I think I did,” he continues, “Poor, silly, baby thought she could handle it her professor fucking her.” 
Desire and humiliation tingle up your spine, spreading across your body like wildfire at his taunts. The pitch of your moans increase as he brings his fingers to play with your clit. 
“She’s all cockdumb now,” Aemond croons, squeezing your breast.
He releases your breast to bring a hand to grab at your chin.
“Look at me,” he demands, and you do so with tears in your eyes.
The head of his cock bullies against your sweet spot, rubbing the tender spot with precise devotion. 
“You’re going to cum all over my cock,” he tells you, “Soak my cock like the good little girl you are.”
He keeps his hand on your face, forcing you to look at him as he plows into you and your fourth orgasm rolls over you. It’s intense, almost painful with the pleasure it brings you as your walls clamp down against his cock. 
“Fuck, baby,” he moans as you tighten around him and he chases his own release.
“I’m going to fill this pretty pussy up,” he tells you, and you feel him spill inside of you, warmth flooding through you. 
You stay connected for a moment, relishing the feeling of him inside of you. You’re incredibly sensitive from the overstimulation as he begins to pull out, moaning slightly with the loss of contact. 
Aemond grabs some tissues, gently wiping down your inner thighs and beginning to clean you up. He glances up at you as you attempt to find your bearings.
“Holy. Hell.” you tell him, breathing heavily. 
Aemond smirks.
“Was that too much?” he asks, a note of concern in his voice. 
You shake your head. 
“That was amazing,” you tell him, shyly looking away. 
You grab your bra, putting it on and reaching for your shirt as he stands. You clip your bra, pulling your shirt over your head as he hands you your discarded panties. 
“Thanks,” you tell him, standing on shaky legs.
You nearly fall over putting your panties back on, Aemond’s arms catch you, helping you stand. 
You chuckle nervously. 
“You sure you’re alright?” he asks, his arms still holding you.
“Yeah,” you assure him, “I should go though.”
“Of course,” he tells you.
You move toward the door but pause, turning to look at him. He’s just finishing buttoning up his shirt.
“Was this…was this a one time thing?” you ask.
Aemond looks up at you.
“It should be,” he tells you.
Your heart flutters in your chest, and a smirk tugs at your lips.
“That’s not an answer,” you tell him.
He smirks at you.
“No, it isn’t,” he agrees. 
You hold his gaze a moment more. 
“I’ll see you around, professor,” you tell him, unlocking the door and leaving his office. 
You walk quickly, heat pounding, desperate to get back to your apartment and call Sara. You hop on the campus bus, holding tightly to the railing, trying to ignore the dull ache between your legs, and the warmth of Aemond’s cum that is still trickling down your thighs. 
Boy are you fucked. 
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Only Stops A Sentence (Dabi X Fem!Reader)
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Summary: Dabi does everything he can to try to make you feel better during your time of the month.
THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!
Non-Spicy Tags: heavy smut, Second Person POV, Dabi X Fem!Reader, established relationship, swearing
Word Count: 1,970 words
AO3 link
Spicy Tags: p3riod s3x, quirk use during s3x, bl00d k!nk, bl00d/m3nstrual cycle, dom top Dabi, bl00d as lub3, creamp!e, d3ad d0ve: do not eat, praise k!nk, dom/sub undertones, cunn!lingus, c0ck warming, vag!nal s3x, bl00d, s3x as pain reliever
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You’d always had particularly painful cycles, but this one was by far the worst. Nothing helped. Not medication, not heating pads, not even trying to get off with the shower head after you realized you started. Nothing was bringing you relief from the intense agonizing sensation in your thighs and nethers. You’d been curled up in a ball on the couch most of the day, in plain sight. Granted, everyone left you alone. They knew better than to mess with you during this time of the month. Toga, in particular, avoided you like the plague; though, this may have been for your own safety. The only person who acknowledged your existence was Dabi (or, Toya, as he had disclosed to you about a week ago). After all, he was your boyfriend and had been for quite some time now. You two clicked as cleanly as if you were two puzzle pieces. You understood each other in ways no one else had. He was very subtle about checking in on you throughout the day. Dabi knew something was wrong the moment he saw you squirming in pain on the couch this morning, and, a few minutes later, he absentmindedly tossed a blanket over you as he passed by on his way out the door.
After about half an hour, he came back with a heating pad, takeout, and a sad, ratty stuffed animal that looked like it had been forcibly wrenched out of a claw machine. He didn’t say anything at all; he didn’t have to. He simply left everything on the table, ruffled your hair, and walked back to whatever meeting the rest of the League was having. Dabi was never super sappy. Words meant nothing to him. People could say whatever they wanted, but, at the end of the day, words were empty; words didn’t always match actions. He preferred to  do  things instead.
The heating pad did next to nothing, but you were thankful for the food considering you could barely stand, so you didn’t have to leave the couch. Nonetheless, everyone went about the day as normal. There was some sort of mission, that you were obviously excused from, and, soon the day was drawing to a close.
You couldn’t sleep. You had no idea what time it was. You were just laying on your side, knees pulled up to your chest, eyes glued to the screen watching the late-night adult cartoons. The hideout had gone quiet, and you assumed everyone had turned in.
You hear the click of boots along the creaky floorboards getting closer and closer before you feel a hand on your shoulder and hot breath in your ear.
“You didn’t think I’d let you go to bed without me, did you?” Toya chuckles darkly before kissing your temple.
“Come on. Sit up,” He grunts, softly shoving your arm. You grimace before wordlessly shaking your head as another wave of incessant cramps strikes.
“That bad, huh?” He sighs before walking around to stand in front of you, blocking your view of the TV.
“Hey!” You protest before he clicks it off, shrouding the room in darkness, save for the thin, grim light of the street lamps leaking in through the window.
“I’ll carry you if I have to,” He says flatly, but you don’t budge. Dabi snorts, and you suddenly feel his arms around you in the dark, lifting you up and cradling you close to his chest. He’s warm. Much warmer and much more comfortable than the heating pad.
“Really? All that, and it won’t let up?” Dabi raises his eyebrow after listening to your rant about the abhorrent agony you’ve been wrestling with all day.
“Not even a little,” you groan, clutching your stomach. The two of you were in bed now. Well,  Dabi’s  bed. Nonetheless, you two might as well be sharing his room with how often you’re in it.
He chews his bottom lip, as if lost in thought, before his eyebrows raise.
“You know,” He murmurs, his eyes slowly becoming half-lidded as he looks you up and down, slowly sliding his hand up your thigh and resting at your hips. “There’s still one thing you haven’t tried.”
“Yes. I tried that already,” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you start to feel a separate ache. Your sex drive tended to heighten during your time of the month, and he wasn’t helping.
“You tried the  shower head.  We both know I give you stronger ones,” He rasps in your ear, his voice lilting on a low chuckle that sends a chill down your spine. You feel your face get hot.
“No. No, I’m so gross right now. You don’t want that,” you stammer, feeling self-conscious. You didn’t want him to be disgusted with you.
“Oh, I do. I know it’s a cliché, but a period only stops a sentence,” he whispers, his fingertips teasingly tracing along the waistband on your panties. He heats them up ever so slightly, and it feels good.
“If you’re so worried about the mess, go shower. I’ll get some towels. Lemme see if I can help you out,” He offers seductively, nipping at your neck.
He’s already lying in wait when you come back, your legs practically shaking from the pain as you stagger back into the room. Within seconds, he sweeps you off your feet, gently lying you back and pulling you to the edge of the bed. Toya gets down on his knees; he easily slides off your pajama pants before looking up at you for consent. You nod, feeling yourself sweat bullets as another shock of pain shoots through you. Slowly, he pulls off your panties and spreads your legs apart. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for a noise of disgust or for him to close your legs. You can already feel the blood starting to flow back out. Nonetheless, you look down to see him staring between your legs, as if he’s transfixed by some fascinating novel discovery. His eyes shift up slightly to meet yours, and you see the familiar glint of raw love in them, which makes your heart flutter. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly leans forward, hiking your legs over his shoulders before he dives between them. You tilt your head back reflexively, moaning as your feel his warm tongue gently tracing up and down your slit. He groans before his eyes close and he slowly slips his tongue inside you. You gasp at the sensation, not realizing you’d been craving it. Goddamn, it felt so good. Tenderly, he flexes his tongue inside you as he slips his hands toward your middle, gripping your pelvis to pull you closer and slightly heating up his hands. You gasp, eyelids fluttering as his tongue-piercing slides against your insides. He pulls away from you ever so slightly before his tongue dances up to your clit, and his name effortlessly falls from your lips as he starts sucking. His tongue gently traces over and over, stimulating all the right places as he teases you, and you look down to see his glittering blue eyes staring up at you with a primal gaze. 
"Toya," You whisper breathlessly at each broad stoke; he deliberately takes his time with you, his warm tongue effortlessly teasing your clit. You ever so slightly buck your hips; your body craves more. You need him. You hopelessly need him inside you as much as you need air. Dabi sighs as he finally pulls away, wiping the thin trail of blood off of his mouth with the back of his hand as he stares down at you, eyes full of lust and love. 
"You ready for me, princess?" He rasps as he climbs up, his throbbing cock pressing up ever so slightly into you. You nod, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, and a smug smirk spreads across his face as he slowly slides in. 
"There ya go," Dabi groans softly as he smoothly slips all the way in, your aching cunt giving almost no resistance to him with the combined lubrication. A strangled whine leaves your lips as you feel his tip kissing the deepest part of you, and he chuckles darkly. 
"Does that feel good? To finally have what you've clearly been wanting all day?" He teases, licking the dried blood from his lips. Air hisses from your nostrils as you fight the urge to completely submit to him. Dabi always knows what to say to drive you insane. 
"Please," You beg, wishing he would just go ahead and rearrange your guts. Your lover just stares at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands tightly gripping your shoulders. 
"Fuck, princess. You've never been this warm before," He sighs, fingernails ever so slightly digging into your shoulders as he shudders. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."
Then, he starts rocking his hips back and forth, and sparks practically fly across your vision. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body as he pulls back and forces himself deep inside you. The fleeting sensation of your hips pressed against one another every time he slips all the way inside drives you absolutely wild. You couldn't stop moaning even if you wanted to; it's goddamn euphoria. 
"That's a good girl. Lemme fuck your pain away," Toya grunts as he picks up his rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting faster and faster. "Just focus on me, baby. Only me. Only me and how good this feels. How hard I'm fucking you. How you are mine." 
You've completely forgotten about the agony plaguing you all day. The only thing you can feel is pure pleasure as he ruts up into you, both of your breaths coming out hot and heavy. You start feeling lighter than air, and a familiar warmth starts pooling in your lower back as you feel your insides starting to wind up like a spring. 
"Close," You stutter, sweat dripping down the both of your bodies as he rocks your fucking world, and your hands find their way to his back. Toya gets more aggressive when he feels your nails scratching, carefully avoiding the scars and only raking down his healthy patches. Moans tumble out of your mouth in a rapid-fire manner, and it makes Dabi crave more of you. So much fucking more. 
"Come for me. Come for me, darling. I wanna watch you completely fall apart when I come inside you," Dabi huffs, a faint red tint glowing on the unmarred skin above his cheekbones. 
"Come inside me, please," You pant pathetically, pushing against his thrusts to get that much more of him inside you. Your lover plunges erratically over and over, and his breathing comes out in rapid exhales. 
"You gotta come first. Come first, and I'll fill you up like the good girl you are," His husky voice commands in your ear, and it tips you over the edge.
"Toya, FUCK!" The horny whisper of his real name breaks off into a scream of cursing as you feel the pleasure wreck your body; spasms of oxytocin wash over you and absorb your pain. By the third contraction, Dabi releases, his eyelids fluttering as he empties into you with a quiet gasp. You shudder at the feeling of him pulsing inside you as your muscles involuntarily relax, and he promptly flips the both of you over so that you're lying on top of him, his hands gently tracing circles on your back. You indulge in the feeling of your chest pressed up against his and the sensation of his cock still twitching inside you. 
"Feel better?" He chuckles under his breath, and a lovestruck smile plays at your lips. 
"Much better," You sigh, nuzzling into his neck as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. 
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sarahthebanished · 2 years
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The one where Eddie is obsessed with your ass and gets himself worked up when you’re trying to go to sleep.
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18+ Short one shot. Smut. Quickie. Unprotected sex. Ass worship. Begging. Cum shot. Mild dirty talk. No plot, just porn. Tenderness.
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Did he just bite your ass? He definitely just bit your ass. 
Laying across the bed on your side, in just your shirt and panties, you were SO tired you had almost fallen asleep immediately upon contact. Eddie was, of course, practically worshipping your backside. Squeezing and grabbing at the cheeks, his cold rings pressing into your warm skin. Bending over to plant kisses, lick, nibble, bite at the flesh. “Baby,” you groaned in a half hearted effort to get him to stop. “You’re gonna get yourself all worked up.” 
He stood up from the bent position he had been in, pressed himself into you, and said blatantly “Too late.” 
You chuckled and looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes wide with arousal. “I’m so sleepy, Eddie,” you protested. “Don’t have the energy.”
“Just stay there, sweetheart. I’ll do all the work.” He watched your face carefully. 
You smiled and laid your head back down, a silent consent, and you heard him fumbling frantically to get his belt undone and pants pulled down. 
He spanked your cheek roughly, pushing your legs up towards your chest to poke your ass out even further. “So, so good to me,” he praised, hooking your panties in this thumb and pulling them upwards, holding them out of the way of your slit. 
In an instant, he was pushing inside of you. You moaned at the sensation. His thrust were gentle at first, but grew faster as you made noises of approval and looked up at him. Sleepily, you laid there, muscles relaxed and folded up under his gaze, being fucked into like a toy.
“Mmm” you whimpered softly, running a hand around your breast that was bouncing in response to his thrusts. You twisted your own nipple and Eddie groaned loudly at the sight. 
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned a compliment down on you as his pace quickened and his breath hitched. Knowing he was close, you encouraged him without a word, staring into his eyes. His grip on your cheek and thigh tightened as he thrusted faster and faster into your tight, wet heat. 
“You gonna cum for me, Eddie?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Mmhmm”, was all he answered, unable to form words due to the pleasure. He bucked into you a few more times, before you felt a sudden absence, and the hot droplets of his orgasm rained down across your exposed hip and ass cheek as he grunted with satisfaction. 
He leaned over your torso, kissing you sweetly a few times. “Thanks baby,” Eddie expressed his gratitude earnestly, “let me get you a towel.” 
After cleaning himself off of you, he adjusted your panties into the proper position and stripped down, crawling into bed next to you. 
“Goodnight sweetheart,” he kissed your forehead before laying down on his own pillow. “G’night baby,” you replied quietly, already drifting off to sleep. 
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licorice-tea · 2 months
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The Way Things Go
Pairing: Kaku x reader
Content: strawhat reader, kaku calls reader “miss”, mild smut/ implied smut, sexual innuendoes and things, huge spoilers for water 7 and enies lobby!!!
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: probably 2-3 more parts after this one… but idk yet… he’s so sleazy actually and i’m OBSESSED. anyway hope you enjoy! oh and if you want to be on the taglist (for this one or any other fics of mine) i have a post about it linked on my pinned!
Part 1
As promised, you meet Kaku in the small harbor where the Straw Hats hid the Going Merry when you all first arrived to Water 7 earlier that day. He’s already there when you arrive, and praises the craftsmanship of the ship from a distance. You answer all his questions about the ship- or as many as you’re able to, at least. Which brings about the question of “Who takes care of the damages?” so you have to explain how you haven’t really been able to get any repairs as long as you’ve all had her.
The two of you board the Going Merry, only to find Zoro “sleeping.” He cracks an eye open as the two of you walk by and almost says something to Kaku, who’s a stranger to the swordsman, then sees you and simply shrugs before dozing off once more.
Kaku observes certain parts of the ship, like the mast and even the floorboards, eventually having assessed nearly every area of the deck. Then he asks you to show him below deck, which you do, and give him a tour of the various rooms. He mainly just checks out the port windows and things like that, until you’ve gone through every room in the lower levels- well, all except one. When you reach the end of a particular hall and then turn back without letting him in to the room behind you, he points and asks, “And what might that room be?”
“Oh, that’s just my room.”
“Ah… I’d hate to intrude but, I do need to see all of the ship.” He doesn’t. He already knows this vessel is past the point of no return- it’s a miracle it’s even floating on the water right now. However, Kaku doesn’t want to tell you that quite yet. He’d hate to disappoint you and…. ruin his chances. Plus, he’s a little very curious to see what your room is like.
“… Um, just give me a second then, ok?” You excuse yourself into your room, and begin tidying up at a shocking speed. It’s already pretty neat actually, but you still go around the entire room making sure nothing is out of place. Once you’re sure there’s nothing lying about that shouldn’t be, you open the door to find him leaning in the frame. “Sorry about that, you can come in now.”
“No need to apologize, miss y/n. Kaku slips past you into your room- “Gosh, what a treat!” he thinks. Like this little glimpse into your private space is really a view of your mind, too. He makes his way over to the port window in slow strides, taking the opportunity to look at all of your little trinkets and decorations.
“Nice place you’ve got here.”
“Thanks… I don’t usually bring guys straight to my room on a first date.” You mean it as a joke, but he takes it in full stride.
“Oh yeah? I guess I should count myself lucky then.”
“I… mhm.”
Kaku laughs, “So, maybe I’ll get extra lucky later on. “
“Sorry?”
“Don’t be.” He looks over at you, pausing his inspection of the port window and how stable (?) it is. “Just joshing you, miss, I should be the one apologizing for my… crude joke.”
You shrug and mumble under your breath, “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Oh?” He walks closer, trapping you in the space between your bed and the wall and himself. It’s barely enough room for one person to stand in if they’re perpendicular to your bed, since it’s just a narrow space. (You have a sort of rational fear of waking up to water leaking through the wall and straight onto you and your sheets, so pushing the bed out a bit was a natural solution.) “Not a bad idea, or not a bad joke?”
“Not a bad-“
He cuts you off with his lips on yours, it waiting to hear your reply. Kaku wants you, and he knows he won’t get much time with you between everything that’s about to go down with CP9 (unbeknownst to you.) It’s sudden, and already quite deep right off the bat. His head is tilted more than a person usually would tilt their head upon entering a kiss to compensate for the length of his nose, but he’s anything but embarrassed- so long as it brings him closer to you and faster, it’s worth the strain on his neck. You would giggle if you weren’t so caught off guard by how he seems to overtake all your senses in mere moments. As proof of the shock to your system, the immediate closeness of the kiss leads you to open your lips in a slight gasp. Kaku sighs contentedly before sucking at your bottom lip, and you to hum in surprise. His hands find their place on the small of your back, and the tips of his fingers travel up and down your spine. You accept him, letting him continue sucking and smothering your lips with his while throwing your arms around his neck. It’s all happening very fast- but you like it.
After a few moments he pulls away, breathing heavily with a thin line of saliva still connecting your lips to his. He swipes it away by brushing his thumb over your lips, and wiping it off on the side of his pants (though still holding around your back with one hand.)
“What-“
“I hope you’ll excuse my-“ he pauses due to his panting, “rushing into things.”
“Y-yeah it’s fine, I was just…” his lips ghost over yours once more, so close you can feel his breath fanning over your skin. “Surprised.”
This time, you’re the one to close the distance and tighten your arms around his shoulders. There’s an underlying sense of need, somewhere deep within you, that hadn’t been there when you’d first walked onto the ship. No, it was his actions and words- the way he looked at you now with such a want in his eyes- that caused this. Of course, you’d already been attracted to him, but you certainly wouldn’t have been the one to make the first move like he had so early on. Yet here you are, making out with a man you just met earlier in the day.
But then you feel his knee slotting itself between your legs, and whine before you come to your senses. You push down his thigh, “We can’t.”
“Mmph- why not?”
“I just met you.”
He chuckles, though it’s more evident in the shake of his shoulders than any audible laughter. “That would be a mighty fine reason.”
“Yeah… I- I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, y/n. Is it ok if I just call you that?”
You smile and nod. Two seconds ago his tongue was in your mouth, now he’s asking for permission to drop formalities- funny guy.
“Well, y/n, I don’t know how long you’ll be in town for, nor how busy I’ll be with work. I want to make the most of this time together.”
Kaku had known this was a bad idea from the start, in all honesty. But when Robin begged Spandam for safe passage for her crew-her friends- out of Water 7, and he’d seen your bounty poster along with the others, he was “struck by Cupid’s arrow.” And getting to meet you in person by coincidence was even better. He had fallen hard and fast, and now he wanted to keep things moving that way before you were gone from his life forever.
However, in fear of making you uncomfortable, he pulls away. Kaku makes it all the way to the other side of the room before you do something that surprises even yourself. You grab his wrist and walk backwards to your bed again, this time lowering yourself to sit on the plush comforter.
His hand interlocks with yours as you let yourself fall back completely. “You… are you sure, y/n?”
You nod. “I’m sure.” And, like the comedian you are, ask “Why? Do you not want to anymore?”
Kaku’s eyes roam over your body, all laid out just for him. His fingers trace your side and come to rest on your hip, giving you a gentle squeeze. “N-no, I want to. I want you.”
With the hand he isn’t inadvertently pining to the bed, you draw his face closer to yours so you can kiss him again. He exhales shakily and all but climbs on top of you, slotting his knee between your legs once more.
You pray, for Zoro’s sake above deck, that he isn’t too loud a lover.
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marvelnatr · 5 months
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One rule 18+ MINORS DNI
Wanda had hired you as her assistant, As months passed you fell more and more in love with her. She couldn’t love you as much as she wanted to. It was forbidden to sleep with someone she hired. But she couldn’t help but ignore the rule. You were caving and she was too.
WARNINGS: hickeys, drinking, Dom!wanda, Sub!reader, fingering, strap on use, pet names, praise, office setting, littleeee degrading
Y/N’s POV:
Glancing at the clock I realized how late it was getting. Most of the people in the building had left except for a few stragglers and my boss. Wanda Maximoff. My mind wandered back to the first day I met her. Her strong presence filled the room. The way my heart would skip a beat when her eyes met mine. The woman was intimidating. But she was my boss, when I signed the contract I signed away my feelings. My mind was pulled back as Wandas office door closed. She glanced over at me “you’re still here Y/N?” I nodded “yes ma’am just finishing up a few things” she nodded folding her blazer over her arm “have a nice night Y/N” my eyes looked up and met hers. Her eyes smiled at me but her face stayed straight. I’ve rarely ever seen the woman smile. She nodded at me and headed out to the elevator. A few seconds later Maria walked up to my desk “why are you still here?” I shrugged and she rolled her eyes “get your shit, you need a drink. It’s Friday night” Before I could even protest I was pulled up by Maria. My bag and coat in her hand.
We arrived at the bar and I sat down at a table with Maria ordering my drink as I glanced over at the bar to see the all too familiar red hair. Wanda sat there sipping her drink, her eyes trained on the pool match in front of her. Maria nudged me with her elbow “you’ve gotta stop staring at her” I looked at her “I am not” she laughed at me and set her drink down “you’re totally gawking at her” rolling my eyes I took another swig of my drink and stared at her. her eyes met mine and she excused herself from her small conversation, heading over to our table “may I sit?”. Maria nodded and Wanda sat next to me.
Wanda’s POV:
I sat beside Y/N and holy shit she looked beautiful. Maria and I made small talk as she listened. I could sense she was nervous. The way she held her drink on the table. The nervous unsteady breathing. Abruptly she spoke out “will you excuse me for a minute?” I got up and she slid out of the booth. I glanced at Maria and she shrugged. Well fine okay I’ll go check on her. I quickly followed her and knocked on the bathroom door she was in “Y/N? Are you okay?” she opened the door a little flushed and I walked in “are you okay hon? Are you feeling a little sick?” Swallowing thick she shook her head no and smoothed down her dress “n-no ma’am I’m okay, thank you tho” I nodded and gently wet a paper towel, dabbing her cheeks gently in attempt to cool her off. Her eyes fell to my lips and I watched her for a second, smirking at her I lowered my voice “oh Y/N. Do you have something you wanna say to me darling?”. Trying to hide the blush on her cheeks I pulled her closer to me “come on darling” whispering she watched my eyes “I-I signed a contract saying I can’t”. I watched her. The way her thighs clenched together, the redness on her cheeks. I couldn’t take it anymore. The way I craved her. Mumbling I pushed her against the wall “fuck the contract”
My lips met hers as I began to kiss her. Our mouths exploring one another’s. A small breathy moan left her mouth. Holy fuck it was hot. Pulling away I watched her “fuck you’re hot” Y/N shook her head “you’re drunk” laughing I shook my head “oh no darling I am very much sober” blushing I placed my hand on her lower back and whispered in her ear “lets get back to Maria”. Y/N followed me, her hand linked in mine. I walked up to Maria and gently placed the company card on the table. My best friend smirked at me “hey you behave yourself” I laughed “when do I ever?”
Heading to my car I opened the door for her and helped her in, kissing her neck gently I whispered “are we going to your place or mine?”. Blushing she whispered “y-yours?” I nodded and got in the drivers side and drove to my apartment with my hand rested on her thigh. Y/N’s squeezed her thighs together and cleared her throat. Chuckling I glanced at her at the red light “what’s got you so worked up hon?” Whining a little she shifted her legs. I laughed at her and continued my drive home.
-Time Skip-
Y/N fell back onto the bed, her breathing trying to steady from us kissing seconds ago. I smirked and straddled her, leaning down in her ear “tell me darling, why were you flushed that pretty shade of red in the bathroom at the bar?” Kissing her ear she whined and I looked at her “I expect an answer detka”. Y/N arched her back and breathed out “I-I was pleasing myself” smirking I ran my hand up and down her leg “and what were you thinking about while pleasing yourself?” her cheeks blushed that bright red again and I laughed as I held her jaw, making her look in my eyes as I dragged my thumb over her lip. Y/N’s flustered voice finally spoke “y-you”
My eyes blew with lust as my hand trailed up her thigh. I glanced in her eyes asking for permission. A nod and a breathy “yes please” fell from her mouth. Sliding two fingers into her I groaned “holy fuck you’re soaked. We’re you this soaked in the bathroom? Did you have your pretty little fingers pumping in and out of your swollen cunt while thinking about me?” Y/N let out a loud moan “h-holy fuck yes!” I smirked and pumped my fingers in and out of her, watching how she squirmed and gripped the sheets. Every time my fingers curled up into her she screamed a little out of pleasure. Leaning over her I began to kiss her neck. Leaving hickeys along the side of her neck. Biting her ear gently I whispered “cum for me darling, let me hear how good I make you feel”
Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her legs closed around my hand, spreading them back open I tutted “ah ah ah, keep them open love” whining and shaking she grabbed my bicep, holding onto it as I watched her cum “there we go, good girl, look at you doing such a good job” blushing her chest rose and fell, her breathing steadying as she relaxed. I gently pulled my fingers out and licked them clean “you taste wonderful my darling”. After I had cleaned her up I got her water I cuddled her close to me. Kissing her head and stroking her hair as I whispered “I want you to be mine” Y/N looked up at me “w-what?” I gently looked in her eyes tucking some hair behind her ear “will you be mine Y/N?”. A smile painted over her face as she blushed and whispered “yes”
-bonus scene-
Y/N’s POV:
I sat beside Wanda doing my paperwork. Every once in a while she’d lean over my shoulder and kiss my neck while running her hand up and down my thigh. Teasing me slightly and getting me worked up just to leave me on the edge. Her favorite thing to do was tease me. It drove me wild. After an hour from her last check in she was grumbling at her computer. Murmuring curse words at her screen, probably directed towards an incompetent email. I looked over at her and whispered “everything okay mommy?” Wanda looked dead in my eyes. Her eyes full of a look I knew all too well. Wanda sat back “go lock my door”, obeying her order I got up and locked the door. As I turned around I could see the strap she’d been hiding under her slacks all day. Walking over to her she stood and bent me over her desk “you have to be quiet for me detka, you wouldn’t want anyone knowing how much of a slut you are for me would you?” I shook my head no as she rolled up my dress and slid my panties down my thighs “good girl”
Taking her faux cock and rubbing it against my tight hole she slowly began to slide in. Clenching around her I bit my lip to stifle any sounds. Wanda grabbed a hold of my hips and started fucking into me. I gripped the desk as her hand made its way to my mouth, covering it to silence my whimpers. My adrenaline rushing through my body as the thought of us getting caught and the way she was fucking into me made me so incredibly worked up. She knew it did. Leaning down she whispered in my ear “god baby, you look so fucking beautiful like this” clenching around her strap I began to shake a little. Her fucking into me becoming more and more deliberate. Wandas breath fanned my ear as she growled “cum”
My knuckles turned white as I gripped the table and came, cum dripping down my thighs while my body shook from my orgasm. Wanda gently pulled out and rubbed my back “great job darling, you did so well for me” panting Wanda cleaned me up and gently picked me up, leading me over to her couch and gently laying me down on it. Wanda pulled a blanket over me and kissed my head as she whispered “goodnight my perfect girl”
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verai-marcel · 5 months
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Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 3 of ?)
Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.
Part 2 is here.
AO3 link is here, darling.
Chapter Word Count: 2256
Act I, Chapter 3 - The Tension
Another day passed, and another evening of Astarion wandering off while the others ate their meal.
“Doesn’t he ever eat?” Karlach asked.
“Maybe he snacks throughout the day,” you commented idly. "He certainly doesn’t like my food," you muttered after.
“Then he doesn’t have good taste,” Wyll said, giving you a smile. “For what it’s worth, I think your food is absolutely delicious.”
You beamed. Gods, you had to admit to yourself that you were a whore for praise. It was what had kept you by your former employer’s side for longer than was healthy. You shook your head of the memories. Some things were better left in the past.
While the others finished up their meals, you went to prepare the tents.
As you finished Gale’s tent, you saw him coming up to you.
“Watching you work has been an absolute pleasure,” he said with a smile. “I’ve performed great magicks, manipulated the Weave into spells that could topple castles. But you? I’ve never felt a more welcoming and warm magic. It’s like a comforting blanket I could just wrap myself in and never leave.” He leaned a bit closer to you. “I’d love to learn some of those cantrips from you. If you don’t mind sharing your secrets.”
“Sure! I’m not sure how well I can teach you, but I’ll do my best.” You were quite giddy from the fact that a wizard was asking you, a mere hearth witch, to teach him something.
“Wonderful.” He reached out, perhaps to touch your arm, but you instinctively flinched away. Noticing your reaction, he let his hand fall. “Well, have a good night,” Gale said, giving you a friendly wave of his hand instead before turning in for the night.
You stayed still for a moment, turning over two things in your head: one, wondering if you were good enough to teach a wizard, and two, berating yourself for recoiling so obviously from a friendly touch. You had sleeves and gloves on, so there was no reason for you to have done that, yet habits instilled into you as a child were hard to change. Because of your ability to feel others’ emotions through skin contact, your mother had trained you to avoid touch in general as a safeguard. You could react appropriately with forewarning, and sometimes you even brushed someone’s hand or arm on purpose to get a read on them. But there were times when you were caught off guard. 
I thought I had gotten better at that.
With your mind churning, you turned around and saw Astarion walking back to camp, watching you with a smirk.
“What?” you asked as your path crossed his on your way to the next tent. You inwardly cringed at your tone. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.
“Nothing,” said with his usual smarm. “Unless you were looking for praise from me as well.”
For a moment, a singular, split-second of a moment, you let your craving for praise show on your face before you locked it down.
But you had already revealed too much.
“Though you’d need to impress me first,” he replied, breezily walking past you toward the campfire to join the others who were still awake.
Never mind, he deserved that tone. Damn noble.
Out of spite, you neglected to cast warmth on his tent. Let him freeze for one night, see how he feels about being condescending to you tomorrow.
***
“It was awfully cold last night,” Astarion commented in the morning.
The others looked at each other, then they all looked at you.
You immediately got up, unable to stand their curious stares. “I need to check the fishing nets,” you said quickly as you stalked away toward the water.
You could hear Karlach distantly. “I thought my tent was fine.” 
Once you reached the water’s edge, you knelt down and tugged at the nets, but your mind was elsewhere. Now that you were faced with the consequences of your actions, you regretted your petty revenge. Sure, you could have lied your ass off and gotten away with it. But since you had panicked and bailed without giving a good excuse, it was pretty clear what you did, or rather, didn’t do. What would everyone think of you now?
“You didn’t run very far, little hearth witch.”
Still in the middle of your existential crisis, you immediately stood and whirled around to see Astarion walking towards you.
“Now, I would have assumed you just forgot about poor me if you had just lied about it,” he said in a tone that clearly implied that he wouldn’t have believed a damn word out of your mouth. He stepped closer, and with the water at your back, you had nowhere to go. So you stood your ground and stared at him until he was practically toe to toe with you.
“Instead,” he continued, tipping his head, “you ran away, guilt written all over your face. Whatever could I have done to warrant being singled out like this?”
Seeing his smug face brought your previously squashed annoyance bubbling to the surface. You glared as you hissed, “You held a knife to my neck!”
“But I apologized for that, and I explained myself, didn’t I?” He tipped his head the other direction, looking like a kicked puppy. “I thought we were square.”
You bit your lip. Yeah, you knew he was faking it, but regardless, you did feel guilty. A moment of petty vengeance, not just against him, but against what he represented. The nobility.
It wasn’t fair to him. You knew it wasn't a fair thing, a night of discomfort in the cold for one snarky remark that you could have just ignored. You were better than that. And you knew not all nobles were bad. There were quite a few that were good, upstanding folks. One bad experience in the past should not have soured your outlook on an entire class of people.
You swallowed. Looked up at him. Remembered that he too had his own fears and shadows. Maybe he just had a bad day. You always prided yourself on being able to consider the situation of others before acting, and to have failed in doing so stung pretty damn hard. The guilt gnawed at you until tears began to well up in your eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely. “That wasn’t fair, and… you didn’t deserve it.” Your voice had grown shaky with emotion. You hated that you sounded like a trembling kitten.
A self-satisfied grin spread on his face. “Well, I accept your apology.” 
When you continued to silently cry, he began to look uncomfortable. “I’m not mad,” he said as he looked over his shoulder, starting to look a little panicked. “It’s not a big deal. The others will think I’m a monster if they see you cry. So stop.”
You were crying more out of anger at yourself and not because of him, but you had to admit, you felt some schadenfreude from seeing him so anxious. “Say please,” you joked through your tears.
He sighed. “Fine. Please.” Then he leaned in a little closer. “Please,” he repeated, quieter, gentler.
You looked up at him, surprised by the change in his tone. “Alright,” you said, your voice still a little shaky.
Astarion smiled at you then, and your heart skipped a beat. Dammit, he sure knew how to use his attractiveness to his benefit. 
“Good girl,” he said before patting you on the head and walking away.
You touched your head where he had patted you. There had been a sense of satisfaction in his touch, but you weren’t sure if it was for you, or himself.
***
Late that night, you were awoken by the soft sounds of cloth moving around. You opened your eyes to quite the sight at the campfire, so you lay in your bedroll, feigning sleep so you could watch surreptitiously. 
It was quite the contrast to Astarion’s usual day time persona.
He was shirtless, sitting cross legged by the fire pit. His profile was lit by the slowly dying light of the campfire and the full moon, his brows furrowed in concentration as he slowly sewed together the damage on his undershirt. You could tell from the toned muscles on his bare torso that he wasn’t just eye candy. He could hold his own in a fight, and from the past couple of days, you got the idea from the others that he was a little extra gleeful when he got to stab someone.
He hissed when he pricked himself with the needle, his brow furrowing even more. He brought the shirt closer to his face, examining the tear from different directions. His movements seemed a bit slow, as if he was exhausted from the day’s activities.
Maybe if he ate my fucking food, he wouldn’t be so tired.
You shook your head of your ire and sighed. You couldn’t watch him do this any longer when you could easily fix this with your cantrip. Rolling out of your bedroll, you quietly crawled over to him.
He looked over at you and promptly looked away.
“What, come to mock my sewing skills?” he asked. His usual sass was only half-present, as if he was too drained to defend himself.
His defeated tone saddened you a bit. Looking closer, you noticed that there were mends all over, and the stitching appeared to be a bit haphazard. You reached for the shirt, only to have him suddenly yank it away.
“Don’t. Touch.”
You blinked. Then you looked at him, truly looked at him. He was frowning, his body almost curled defensively. He was holding onto his shirt like it was his only possession in the world. Under your gaze, his glare changed to a tired expression.
“What do you want,” he asked in a deadpan tone as he slumped a little.
“I just wanted to help,” you said sincerely. For all the attitude you had given him before, you didn’t hate him. It wasn’t his fault you disliked most nobles.
He tipped his head and considered your offer. Slowly he held out the shirt to you, his eyes staring into yours. “Can you fix this?” he asked in barely a whisper.
Taking it gently, you examined it in the dim light. It was hard to see, so instead you ran your hands over all of the material and realized that it wasn’t haphazard stitching. It was layers and layers of thread, as if he had carefully mended his clothes over and over again. He was a noble, wasn’t he? Couldn’t he just buy new clothes? Why would he go through the trouble of repairing something that was worn out to such an extent?
Your fingers carefully searched for what seemed to be the oldest mend. From old to new, you told yourself. Contrary to how this spell was taught, you had figured out that reversing the order would strengthen the repairs of the newer section by unraveling everything down to the core and rebuilding it anew. It was a slower, more meticulous process, but it made for a stronger repair. 
You focused closely on the fabric and began to hum. It was an old song, a song from your childhood. A song that made you think of sunlit evenings and aurora midnights that lasted but a moment, of moonlit days and months of snow. The cloth unraveled slowly, and then came back together, the old threads falling to the wayside and then woven back into the cloth as if they had always belonged there. The scars from the past make up the skin of today, so it must be incorporated back in, not discarded nor removed. At least, that was how your cantrip worked.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him leaning in closer, but you ignored him as you continued to work. It was critical to maintain the song, maintain the flow, otherwise you would have to start all over. And somehow, the importance of this was understood, since Astarion sat by quietly as you worked. You weren’t sure how long it took, but when you finished, the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, and your throat was dry from the constant use of your voice.
Finally, you looked up and blinked. Your vision was a little blurry, but you could see Astarion looking at the shirt with awe in his expression.
He seemed far away as you handed the shirt back to him. His hands ran over the places that you had worked extra hard on, where several patches and mends had occurred, overlapping each other.
“It’s… perfect. As if it were brand new,” he murmured.
You were insightful enough to know that this shirt meant much more to him than he let on. So you quietly stood and left him to his musings.
He suddenly grabbed your hand. You were surprised to feel a deep gratitude before he let go, his expression vacillating from something softer to awkward before settling on his habitual sneer. “I suppose you’ll be wanting some coin for your trouble,” he said, his usual snarky tone returning.
You shook your head. “I just wanted to help,” you repeated, and meant it. You decided to just begin your morning chores, but not before glancing back to see him touching his shirt with a reverence that made your heart clench in sympathy.
What would make a noble cling to a simple piece of clothing so earnestly?
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End Notes: More cantrips, more singing. Hope y’all don’t mind, as it's going to be a theme here. I re-wrote that internal monologue that Hearth Witch is having in her head while she’s standing by the water so many times, so I hope the emotions came through. Next week, the chapter that most of you are probably looking forward to - let’s get close to Astarion. Really close.
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title: la dolce vita | part of the “All’s well that ends well series*” you DON’T have to read it all, if you want more context for this part (mostly for the dynamics switch) it’s enough to read ‘under summer sky*’, either way, just know that they are ALL in a polyamorous relationship
pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc x suh johnny x lee taeyong x nakamoto yuta
genre: smut, fluff (if you squint), established relationship, polyamorous relationship, slice of life, non-idol au
summary: Jaehyun had a plan; a romantic night together during their romantic summer trip to Procida… but the night took a wild, unexpected, turn. Or where Jade’s dream finally comes true. 
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, sex with multiple partners, fivesome, (mostly) femdom, power play, handjob, rim job (m), spitting, sensory deprivation (blindfold, tied up), minor cockwarming, anal fingering, degradation (kinda heavy), praise kink, minor use of mommy, use of (fucktoy, doll, petnames | m), dumbification, dollification, orgasm denial/control, edging, triple penetration (f receiving), pegging, mentions of free use, minor chocking, overstimulation, dom!oc, dom!johnny, dom!yuta, switch!taeyong, dom to sub!jaehyun, aftercare, dubcon (it’s just Jaehyun being his usual proud self with a sparkle of new-found brattiness but I’ll tag it for safety reasons bc at the start he acts like he doesn’t want that even though it’s more fighting for dominance than not wanting it. they have a safeword and the thought of using it never crosses his mind and there are a lot of check-ins. things get heated toward the end and it’s a little more intense than my usual stuff, so if you think it may trigger you, don’t read it)
words: 16.295k
a/n: peach boy gets ruined by all of them, I imagined something softer but it completely went downhill and… you’ll see. It’s very Jaehyun-centered because I wrote this to fill my need for sub-Jaehyun so please don’t come at me and say that the others don’t have enough spotlight. I wanted this to be part of this series because I feel that the way he lets go completely can only fit in their relationship. I plan on writing more about them (check here* and fill the form if you have anything you want me to write). Anyway, I hope you'll like it, please, let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks, for more support consider donating here*.
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6 months before.
“Are you saying that he won’t find me hot?” Jade huffed, lolling her head back to rest on Johnny’s shoulder while her feet, at the end of the bathtub, played with the water, making it spill. 
Johnny sighed, hand caressing her scalp slowly, and then said, “I’m just saying that you know he won’t let you do it.” 
A pout formed on her face, eyebrows knitted, and lips sealed together. “But why not? He never had problems doing it with you while you were away, right? Why would it be different with me?” 
A light chuckle rolled out of his lips, “Trust me, we did it just once and we bickered for almost an hour to decide who was going to top. It’s just not his cup of tea, anymore,” Johnny explained, moving around to still be comfortable in the tub. Mentally damning Taeyong that was locked in their big bathroom since an hour ago and now they were stuck in this where he barely fit. “Honestly, I don’t think it ever was. We all know he never bottomed in his life.” 
“But there’s always a first time,” she complained, turning around to face her boyfriend. “And technically it’s not even the first.” 
Johnny inhaled deeply at the amount of water that splashed on the floor and then stared at her pleading eyes. “You don’t have to convince me with those eyes, but him.” 
She batted her lashes again, “Are you sure you don’t want to try?” 
He threw his head back and shook it, “It’s not being pegged the problem, you know damn well I won’t last a second as a sub, and we also know that you want to dominate him, not only top him.” 
Jade rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest, trying to keep her body up only with her thighs. “Fine, you’re right.” 
“So?” 
“So, what? You’re telling me that there’s nothing I can do to convince him, what can I do?” 
“You’re the one that knows him better,” Johnny retorted, rubbing circles on her waist. 
“You were his best friend since he was born, he must have told you something, confessed if he was into it or not. I just want to know if it’s a red flag or an orange one.” 
Johnny furrowed, “An orange flag?” 
“If he’s at least willing to try, you know?” 
“Like a safe word?” 
“Yes, but no. Yuta and I use it when he wants to try something new. If I’m uncomfortable with the idea it’s red, if I never thought to be into it, but I’d like to try it, it’s orange.” 
Johnny cocked his head to the side, “You two are weirder than I thought but it makes sense somehow. So, why don’t you ask him?” 
Her eyes went wide as she frenetically shook her head. “No, no way. I wanted to surprise him, but I need to at least know that he won’t turn me down. It’s just going to be embarrassing if something like that happens.” 
“Wait,” Johnny said, eyebrow furrowed while he was finally connecting the dot, “for his birthday and valentine’s day?” He exclaimed. “Oh, Lord no. Forget it, baby, just forget about it.” 
She whined, throwing her head back and shaking him from the shoulders. “But why?” 
“What do you mean why? Our birthdays are our days, it’s part of the gifts, deciding what to do, being in command and everything. And you want him, Jaehyun, to be a sub on his day. It seems like you don’t know him.” 
“But it would be just for the night,” she retorted, leaning against his forehead. “Please.” 
“I’m not him.” 
She smirked, pulling back again, and tilting her head to the side, “But you could plant the idea in his head,” she sang with a sly smile on her face. 
“But why me? Why would he listen to me out of all of us? Maybe Taeyong could convince him.” 
“No, you’re the only one that can keep up with him. And also, he’s never afraid to try new things with you, so…” she pouted, with pleading eyes batting at him. 
Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly, “I hate you.” 
She laughed before kissing him passionately, “And I love you, and even more if this goes where I want it to go.” 
“You know it’s hard, right? Almost impossible? And that I’m doing it just because I love you.” 
She furrowed, “I thought I just heard you say you hated me a few seconds ago.” 
“I hate how easy it is for you to convince me,” he glared at her playfully before pulling her in another kiss. “But,” he started when they pulled back, “if he says no, don’t be too let down, okay?” 
“I won’t,” she promised. “But I don’t want you to tell him what I want to do.” 
“I know,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, the bright ginger of the freshly done dye looked incredibly good on her. “Also, remember that if it’s a strict no, I think it will be just for the sub thing, not the pegging.” 
“Are you sure?” 
“I don’t know, but anyway, let’s see what I can do.” 
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“God,” Johnny groaned, scrolling through the Netflix catalogue, trying to find something to watch. He and Jaehyun were at home that afternoon. Jade and Yuta were at work, and Taeyong was sleeping in his room, tired after a night fixing things for his brand launch and then school in the morning. “There’s nothing to watch.” 
On the other side of the couch, Jaehyun laughed, mindlessly scrolling through a social media Johnny couldn’t tell apart, “You’re just picky, Suh.” 
“No, I’m not,” the older retorted, lifting his legs on the chaise part of the L-shaped sofa. “We’ve seen everything.” 
Jaehyun rolled his eyes and crawled closer to him, cuddling up in his arms. “It’s impossible with all the things that are here. You’re picky, and not curious. Try new things.” 
Johnny chuckled, “I should try new things? And what about you? When was the last time you did that?” Now, that wasn’t how Johnny wanted to bring the topic up, and it was probably also going to be complicated to make this conversation sexual, but he was glad Jaehyun helped him with that. 
Jaehyun shrugged, “This is not about me, it’s about you.” 
“You can’t lecture me if you’re not on the right track.” 
The younger huffed, throwing his head back, “Fine, I don’t know. Maybe when we eat snails in France?” 
Johnny made a disgusted expression at the memory and then nodded. “Okay, and then? It was almost two years ago.” 
Jaehyun’s eyes widened, “Two years already?” 
“Yes, love. Time flies when you stay in your comfort zone.” 
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear,” Jaehyun glared at him. “When you dragged me to the indoor rock climbing site last summer. Never done that before.” 
“And in our relationship?” Johnny tried his luck, raising a brow at him, but that only made him frown. 
“What do you mean? Am I not giving you enough? Wait, are you tired of me?” 
Johnny shook his head swiftly, “God, no, why are you so paranoid? That’s not what I meant,” he reassured him, intertwining their hands to make him calm down. “I was hinting at something else.” 
Jaehyun was still confused, not getting how, out of all relationships, theirs could get any more adventurous and out of the schemes. 
“When was the last time you tried something new in bed, Jay?” 
“Are you calling me boring? I thought we had fun. God, is this a talk to send me to a couple-sex therapist?” 
Johnny rolled his eyes, “No, Jae. I was teasing and asking you to unleash for a second and go beyond. There must be something we’ve never tried before that you want to do,” he said, looking at him. “A secret fantasy, something you were just too afraid to say, or too ashamed to admit.” 
Jaehyun’s face heat up as different thoughts crossed his mind. 
Johnny chuckled, caressing Jaehyun’s red cheek, “So, pretty boy?” 
“Don’t call me that,” he barked back, glaring at him. 
“But you are, though.” 
“I’m not Taeyong, I don’t like being called that,” he said, crossing his arms on his chest. Johnny shrugged, feeling he was lying since he somehow reddened more than before.
“You didn’t answer,” Johnny reminded him, hands trailing on his thigh. “Just one thing you always wanted to do.” 
Jaehyun gulped and then stared at him, “Yes, there’s one thing I want to try.” 
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Johnny couldn’t plant that idea in his mind, and the thing he wanted to try wasn’t that.
But Jade kept tiptoeing around it for months with jokes and trying to act dominant in front of him but instead of affecting Jaehyun it only lead to Taeyong crawling to her and begging to get fucked instead. And of course, it wasn’t a problem, but she still couldn’t get the idea out of her mind. And she knew that trying to start something – especially like this – without talking first was a dumb move but the worst thing he could do was laugh at her face and say no, right?
So when the holidays finally approached, she decided that that was the right moment to try. She didn’t have a plan, but she felt that luck was on her side and somehow it was going to happen.
“Have you seen the view from here?” Taeyong exclaimed when they walked into the hotel room in Procida. They were close to the sea but could see the houses’ bright colours and the little streets leading to the port. “This is so pretty,” he said in awe, turning around as Jade walked to his side on the terrace.
“How do you always choose the best places?”
Jaehyun smiled, hugging her from behind. “I have my secrets,” he winked.
“Yeah, it’s not like we spent nights up going crazy to look for what we wanted,” Yuta chimed in, wrapping his arm around Taeyong.
“As always I have to carry everything and y’all are having cuddles time,” Johnny complained when he entered the room with some bags and saw them.
“Come here, babe, we were just enjoying the view,” Jade said, turning around and opening her arms to welcome him in.
“Mhh, that’s better,” he hummed against her hair.
The following days passed normally, walking around town, visiting the suburb of Marina di Coricella that was close to their hotel, or Terra Murata, drinking too much espresso and lemonade, spending entire days at the beach, playing table football with teenagers that were way too good at it, dancing until late to local music playing in the bars and enjoying the beautiful sunsets from the Belvedere dei due Cannoni.
“I’m going to go back home with so much more weight on,” Jade joked, patting her stomach after she finished the plate of spaghetti with clams after they also decided to eat pizza (it was going to be hard to go back to eat the pizza hut one).
“You’d look amazing either way,” Yuta said, smiling at her, moving a strand of her light brown hair behind her ears, the ginger dye had faded and Taeyong had helped her go back to a normal brown before they left for the holidays.
“Yeah, and it’s also absolutely worth it,” Johnny added, pointing at the empty plates on the table. He had never eaten so much fish in his whole life. 
“I just can’t stop eating, everything’s so good,” she said. “I even accepted uncooked shrimps, God, Italians will make me do anything.” The day before they went to the market, just to take a look around and a fisherman stopped her and made her try them, telling her he had spent the whole night out and they were fresh. 
“Enjoyed dancing with that man, yesterday?” Johnny joked, raising a brow.
She laughed, “Shut up, he was so nice, though,” she said, smiling softly. The night before they went to a different restaurant that also had a live band and a small dancefloor, nothing wild like a disco, just acoustic music and vibes, and a man that could’ve been her grandad asked her if they could dance together to one song, and then they ended up dancing to five.
“He told me I reminded him of his granddaughter, at least that’s what I could understand,” she chuckled at the memory of him showing her his granddaughter pictures and how much he missed her since she went study abroad. Now, Italian people over 40 weren’t the best at English but somehow they always had a way to make people understand what they wanted to say. And also, of course, knowing they were going on a holiday there, she had to try to dust off the few things she knew about the language and learn more with Duolingo threatening her life if she didn’t take lessons for once.
“That’s cute, I thought he was going to take you home,” Taeyong joked.
She rolled her eyes, “I can dance with you all the time you want, let an old man have fun for once.”
“For once that they’re not creepy as fuck,” Yuta said, shrugging.
“Y’all are so jealous, God,” she rolled her eyes, huffing loudly.
“You were beautiful, though,” Jaehyun said, a smile curling his lips. “Sundresses look good on you.”
“And even better on the floor,” Taeyong added, winking at her.
“Yong, what the hell! Why are you so horny these days?”
“Because you always look better in summer, I have a kink for summer you.
They all laughed at that and then Jade said, “I can’t stand you.”
“Well, should we pay and then head back?” Johnny proposed. “So Taeyong can make his dream come true.”
“Who decided that? I think we did it more than enough,” Jade joked but stood up anyway.
“As if you can say no to me,” Taeyong teased, tickling her, making her laugh.
“Fine, fine,” she gave up, “but we’re passing to the gelateria before.”
“Yes, babe,” Yuta said, intertwining their arms, waiting for Johnny outside while he went to the cashier to pay.
After the gelato, they got back to their hotel room to a surprise.
“Wow, what’s this?” Jade asked as she looked around in awe.
“A little thing I set up,” Jaehyun said with a smirk on his face. “I think we needed something extremely romantic.”
“Wow,” they gasped in unison. The bed had satin sheets, and there was a path of roses petals that led to it, while some candles lit up the room and filled it with a fresh aroma. And it wasn’t a human-planned thing but the sunset was setting and coloured the room with a beautiful shade of pink while the wind blew the white curtains shielding them from the outer world and the waves crashed against the shore. 
“Didn’t expect something so romantic,” Yuta mumbled as he looked around. 
“Wanted to celebrate being together.” 
“We are always together,” Johnny whispered under his breath, only getting heard by Taeyong that giggled. 
“Mh, and what do you want to do pretty boy?” Jade teased, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 
“What’s with this thing of calling me pretty boy? Stop it,” he replied. “By the way, just look better around,” he smirked, pulling away from the hug. 
She huffed but then did as told, even though she couldn’t see anything else. 
“Hey, babe,” Johnny called. “Look here.” 
She moved her head to stare in the direction where he was pointing and gasped when she saw the things on the bed. She turned back to him with her mouth open and confusion written on her face. “These things?” She asked, turning again to let her hand run on the blindfold and the handcuffs. “You didn’t make somebody set this up for us, right?”
“Part of the surprise,” Jaehyun explained reaching behind her. “And why do you think I pushed you out before me when we left for dinner?” 
She smirked and then turned around, “And what are they for?” 
“You.” 
She snickered and then turned around, facing him. “But it was your idea, why don’t we make it about you?” 
Jaehyun laughed straight at her face, but when no smile crept on her face, he coughed. 
“Oh, you are serious?” 
“Super serious.” 
He snickered, rolling his eyes. “Are you doing this again? ” He asked, smirking. “You won’t make me submit, so just forget about it, honey.”
“Are you sure about it?” She asked, clicking her tongue, with no intention of backing up in her tone and posture.
Jaehyun chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Maybe it would’ve been fun to try reversing parts. A part of him bubbled the few times he saw her taking control with Taeyong but he wasn’t sure he could carry through. That just wasn’t where he was used to being. 
“What? Afraid you can’t take it? Afraid you can’t take me?” 
“It won’t work,” he warned but she simply smirked and ran a hand up his chest until it reached his neck and grazed it slowly and gently, making him gulp and shiver. She was getting what she wanted that night, she knew Jaehyun was going to fall. He had to have a small weakness that could put him on his knees just for her. 
“Are you sure?” She taunted, cocking her head to the side with a sly smirk on her face. “Because I think it’s working already.” She raised a leg and let her knee brush against his hardening dick, making him blush. 
Jaehyun shook his head and took a step back. No, that wasn’t what he had planned that night. 
She chuckled and then walked close to him again, not letting him breathe. “What’s wrong, baby boy? Already imaging all the things I could do to you?” 
Jaehyun snickered, and then cupped her chin, “Wrong. Thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you.”
She rolled her eyes and then palmed his boner, squeezing just enough to make him groan between their rough kiss. “Or you could sit there and enjoy it. I think you deserve to be the centre of attention after you booked this amazing holiday for us.” Her fingers wrapped around his hair and pulled his head back under the curious eyes of the others that were watching the scene in anticipation. None of them truly believed she was going to make him submit, that just wasn’t Jaehyun–like, but it was still fun seeing how far she was going to try. 
Her lips crashed against his neck leaving open-mouthed kisses while her hold in his hair never loosened, making him moan lowly. 
“Good boy,” she praised, pulling away but still holding his head in place, he tried to fight it but when she let go and his eyes fell on her, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to fight it back. Maybe this was going to be fun. Maybe a secret part of him wanted to try it out. They could’ve always stopped, right? But his pride wasn’t going to make him admit it so soon. 
“Don’t call me that,” he retorted, coughing to try to hide how shaky his voice was. 
She snickered and grabbed his tie while walking backwards toward the bed. “What are you doing?” He asked when she pushed him down on the edge of the mattress and started taking off his shirt. She raised a brow, “It seems pretty obvious? Taking these off so you can have all eyes on you.” 
“I don’t like it, I don’t want to be the centre of attention,” he complained, trying to hide the red shade on his face. 
She scoffed, “Please, you’re a model. You live for attention, Jae. You love having all eyes on you. People running after you. People behind a screen craving to touch you. And you love it. You thrive on set. How can you don’t have a good time… here,” she whispered, voice low and sultry, while her hands travelled on his body soft like a feather and made him shiver. 
“Fuck,” he cursed, as low as possible, but everybody heard it. And the others were actually surprised at how frustrated he looked now. 
“You know I’m going to make you feel good, I always do,” she said, tugging her fingers in his boxer and pulling them down, freeing his already hard cock. “Look at how hard your pretty cock is already. Is it for me?” She cooed, lifting his chin up to make him stare at her. 
But Jaehyun didn’t answer, he simply stared at her and gulped. He moved his head to look at his other partners but she firmly blocked him and made him stare at her. 
“On me, baby. Eyes on me. I asked you a question. I have you in the palm of my hands.” 
Jaehyun scoffed, “No, you don’t – fuck,” he gasped when she pulled his hair again but more harshly than before. 
“Answer me,” she ordered, voice low against his ear. “Are you this hard just for me?” 
Jaehyun closed his eyes and then mumbled, “Yes – yes, just for you.” 
“Good,” she said letting go of his hair and then taking a step back, just to admire him. And Jaehyun felt his face heat up. The way they were all looking at him, the way she didn’t even start and he already felt weak, the fact that wasn’t the night he had in mind when he planned this. But then his eyes found the courage to look up at her and he knew there was no point trying to pretend he didn’t want this. She looked so hot in that sundress, thin enough to almost be seethrough, the light make-up highlighting her natural beauty, her curls framing her face, and the new aura surrounding her got him on his knees.
A smile curled her lips almost as if she could sense his trail of thoughts. She leaned closer to him, coming face to face with him and caressed his cheek. “Do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?” 
And she was expecting him to give in, but instead, he snickered, “As if you could do that.” 
She pulled back a little, raising a brow and tilting her head, “Oh, really? Now I don’t know how to make you feel good?” 
He nodded, “Not like this, not like you want to. You’re too kind to do what I have in mind.” 
“Oh,” she breathed out, chuckling lightly, “then why don’t you tell me what you have in mind, baby boy?” 
“Stop calling me that,” he barked back. 
“I saw your cock throb, though. I think that your body loves to go in a different direction than your little brain,” she teased. “Anyway, what did you want to do?” 
“I wanted to tie you up against the bed, and then blindfold you and tease you all night and see you have all of us on you.” 
“Oh, that must be something hard to do,” she mocked, squeezing his chin, “think I can’t do that? Think I can’t fuck you hard all night?” 
“Fu-fuck me?” he chuckled, panic in his voice, and eyes looking around the room where the others were staring with a smirk on their faces. 
“I’m just following your plans,” she said, letting her other hand creep down and move up and down on his cock making him gasp. 
“Don’t do that,” he muttered through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, breath already faltering, trying to squeeze his thighs. 
“Oh, or what? Are you going to come like this?” 
Jaehyun glared at her, and his hand moved to touch her between her legs but, letting go of his chin, she blocked him easily. Taeyong, Yuta and Johnny looked at each other with raised brows, he could’ve easily pushed her off, all he had to do was stand up and hoist her up, so why wasn’t he doing that? 
“Are you pushing me off?” 
“I’m taking care of you, now,” she said, pushing him down on the mattress, straddling him and kissing him again while her hand started moving faster, making his chest rise up and down heavily. And when breathy moans started to spill out of his mouth, she smirked, pulling away from him and standing up, “I’ll ask just once,” she said, looking down at him, “do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?” 
And Jaehyun simply nodded, trying to push up to kiss her lips, it was just to come and then she would’ve given up this whole thing and he could’ve done what he had planned all night long. Or at least, that was his second plan for the night. 
The other three looked at each other in shock. What had just happened? Was that just a trick to make her believe he was going to let her do what she wanted just to flip the roles when she lowered the guard or did she really manage to make Jaehyun submit to her? 
“Good boy,” she praised after she kissed him briefly and then encouraged him to move against the headboard of the bed. 
“Are you tying me?” He asked, gulping, watching carefully as she kicked away the shoes and then crawled on the bed next to him manoeuvring the handcuffs. 
“Isn’t that what you wanted? You prepared all of this, right?” 
“I… well, I didn’t imagine,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze because the truth was that when she was like this she was so fucking hot and he stood no games, she did have him in the palm of her hand and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to gain control again that night.  
“Getting shy?” Johnny asked, finally deciding to chime in. He wasn’t going to just look at the show from the sidelines but he was just waiting for the right moment to don’t scare him away. Jaehyun was hard to ease into things he never tried before and Johnny didn’t want to be the reason why Jade’s opportunity to do something like this slipped away. 
Jaehyun’s face burned red at the sudden realization that they were all there and they could’ve all done anything with him. It was exciting, a little bit scary, but exciting. 
“Maybe you should blindfold him,” Yuta proposed, grabbing the black piece of fabric that still sat on the edge of the bed and handing it to Jade. “It’s funny having no idea of what’s going on around you. Makes the anticipation grow.” 
Jaehyun gulped. Well, yes, that was the reason why he wanted sensory deprivation to be the main theme of the night but at the same time, he never pictured himself there. He wanted his partners to trust him enough to have their senses lowered. 
“What? Can’t take your own game?” Taeyong teased, sitting at the end of the bed. 
“I can, I can take it,” he replied. He wasn’t letting them make fun of him, not immediately at least. And especially he wasn’t taking the teasing from him. 
“Then lay on the bed,” Jade ordered, twirling the handcuffs around her fingers. 
He did as told and then raised his arms on top of his head, giving her the chance to tie him to the headboard. 
“You good?” She asked, making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable and when he nodded she turned around to grab the blindfold that Yuta was already handing her. 
“You know what the safeword is if you want us to stop,” she reminded him as she wrapped the fabric around his head, tight enough so it wouldn’t slip away. 
He hummed and then tried to relax, the only thing he could feel now was the breeze coming from the open window to the side and the bed lifting up as no more weight pressed on it.
“A-are you gone?” He asked, voice shaking and fingers curling around nothing. 
“Didn’t say you could talk, did I?” Jade said, shushing him and he nodded, sealing his lips, only faintly making out that probably they were discussing something, something he had no idea about. 
When they were done it felt like an eternity for him, hard rock cock laying on his abs, anticipation rising and a little bit of fear, not because he didn’t trust them, but because he wasn’t sure he could take anything they wanted, especially that she wanted. He knew what she liked doing with Taeyong and well, he wasn’t him. 
“You want to come, don’t you, baby?” She asked, sitting next to him, left hand running on his thigh, making him shiver. “You’re so hard, I bet it hurts,” she cooed, teasingly brushing her fingers against his cock, light like the summer breeze and torturous like hell. 
Jaehyun groaned a hum but she tsked shaking her head, “Answer me. I’m sure you can open your mouth, right? Or are you afraid too many moans will come out of there?” 
“I can,” he remarked immediately. 
She smirked, she knew this was all a matter of pride. He hated when he had things sorted out and then they didn’t go as planned, and he also hated when people saw him too vulnerable, especially when it came to sex, and this, God, this was the most vulnerable he could be. All spread out, naked, tied up, and blindfolded with four people around him ready to absolutely destroy him and he knew nothing about what was about to come. 
“Just make me come, please,” he begged but still fought to keep his voice in his usual dominant tone. 
Jade laughed under her breath but finally gave him what he was asking for. 
“Is this all you have?” He asked when her hand started pumping up and down. “Think that this can make you have power over me?” 
She smirked even if he couldn’t see and leaned down, lips brushing against his ear, “I have so much power over you now,” she grinned, “you are the one tied up, blindfolded and we could do anything we want with you, right?” She reminded him, and the others hummed, mattress flexing as their bodies sat on it. “And I bet you wouldn’t even say no, would you?” She teased, pinching his nipple, making him let out an – unexpectedly – high-pitched moan. “See, you’re pathetic,” she mocked, slapping his dick, making him snap his eyes open even behind the blindfold. 
“What the fuck,” he gasped. 
“What? You always do that to me,” she said. 
“Okay, is this revenge? If you don’t like something you can – fuck – you can tell me – shit,” he breathed out, chest panting harder as she started pumping fast on him again. 
“I love when you do that, don’t you love it too?” She teased, doing it again, his hips bucking up and lips getting bitten by his teeth to muffle moans. 
“Is this all you got?” He pushed her buttons again, a sly smirk curling up his lips and Jade turned around to look at the other’s amused expressions. 
“Oh, so you’re a brat,” she whispered, smirking too. If this was how he wanted it, then she would’ve given it to him. “What a nice surprise.” 
“I said, is this all you – shit –” his voice died in his mouth when she spat on his cock and started pumping fast, incredibly fast, twisting at the base and then reaching up again. 
“Say that,” she ordered, “finish what you were saying.” 
Jaehyun’s lips moved to speak but not a reasonable sound came out. 
“I don’t think he can finish it. She’s good, isn’t she?” Johnny teased, sitting right next to his face on the bed, only covered in his underwear, and let his hand travel down his body, teasing his nipples, making him squirm. And when Yuta and Taeyong’s hands reached his body too, he felt his head spin. He couldn’t see who was doing what, barely able to make out where they were standing from their voices and he felt so vulnerable; he wasn’t used to having all this attention on him. 
“You were saying, baby?” 
He gulped, “I – I was asking if this is all you got,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut behind the blindfold, feeling his stomach twitch in anticipation, body burning up for all the hands on him. 
“See, I don’t like being talked back, I think we should use that pretty mouth of yours for something more useful,” she said, clicking her tongue. “Or simply shut it up.” 
“Don’t – don’t gag me,” he begged, his tone now being pretty neutral but it surely wasn’t the teasing, powerful tone he had when he was in command. 
“Open your mouth,” she ordered, ignoring his words, hand slowing down, eliciting a low whine of disappointment and when he did, she pushed two fingers inside. “There, so much better,” she cooed, picking up the pace on his hard dick again, and then slowing down and then picking up faster than before and stopping again, making him moan lowly around her fingers and lift his hips to get more friction. 
Jaehyun almost bit down on her when he could feel someone’s lips against his neck, probably Taeyong, yes, surely his for how soft he was kissing him, nibbling ever so slightly. 
“Don’t bite,” she warned, slowing down again, spitting on his cock even if there was enough pre-cum to fill the room with loud enough wet sounds and let her hand move easily on him. 
He mumbled something around her fingers, chest panting even harder and hips twitching. “Want to come, baby?” 
He nodded, coughing loudly when she pulled her fingers out of his mouth and he could breathe again. “You’re insane,” he spat out, rolling his head back, trying to breathe normally but getting caught again in a mess of moans and groans when she picked up again. 
She snickered, “Am I?” she asked, rubbing his tip in circles, seeing him tense up and throw his head back, smirking before pulling away completely. 
“No, fuck, no,” he groaned, head snapping up as if she could see his glossy eyes and his shocked expression. 
“What? Do you need something?” She asked innocently, still not touching him, the only hands grazing his body were his boyfriends’ ones but their touches weren’t enough to let him reach the high. 
“Fuck you, I need to come,” he snapped, voice broke and ears red. 
“Fuck me?” She asked, grabbing his dick again, “well, somebody might fuck me and that won’t be you tonight.” 
“What a shame,” Yuta teased, “you did all of this for her, and now…” 
“No, fuck, please, I, shit. Stop teasing me like that,” Jaehyun breathed out in a shaky tone, feeling like he was about to explode, and he also wanted to push away Taeyong and Johnny’s lips on his neck and shoulders not because it didn’t feel good but because it felt too good and he wasn’t used to all these attentions, he might’ve loved it, but that didn’t mean he could take it. 
“Then beg for it, come on, show me how bad you need this, how bad you want this,” she ordered, picking up a fast pace again and Jaehyun could barely make out Yuta’s hands playing with his balls, making him jump at the contrast of his cold rings against his hot skin. 
“You want me to beg?” 
“You heard me.” 
“I won’t – fuck – no. I won’t beg you. I’ll never – shit – beg,” he moaned. 
“Then you’re not coming,” she sang, pulling away again.  
“You can’t – you can’t control me – shit, shit, shit –” he breathed out shakily when he could feel Johnny’s lips on his nipples, sucking hard and rough, even biting him.  
“You’re so fucking proud,” Yuta huffed, “the night is going to be pretty long, babe, if I were you, I wouldn’t let her edge me longer.” 
“Fine,” he broke down, giving up trying to gain some control, not like he could in this position – not like he wanted, to be honest. “Please, please, let me come,” he started begging, cursing at himself when he felt his eyes get teary, now this was humiliating. 
“Good. Are we going to have to pull words out of your mouth all night long, though?” She asked mockingly as she started pumping him again. “Because it gets quite annoying.” 
“No, no, fuck, just – shit – keep, keep fucking me, yes.” 
“Are you close?” She asked just for fun, she knew she had kept edging him for the past ten minutes, probably even more, she knew he was close and was trying hard not to come but wait for her commend from the way he was struggling against the restrainers and the way his dick was throbbing in her hand and how shaky his moans got. 
“Yes, please, please, let me – shit – let me come,” he cried out. 
“Come, then,” she ordered, watching him come undone in her hands. And the first orgasm washed over him, giving him shaking legs already and he was feeling his sanity slip away from him. 
Just like she wanted. 
Jade wanted to see him lose control for once, to let go of the reins and just enjoy the ride. She wanted to see him look like a mess and they were getting close to it. 
“Good boy,” she whispered, crawling closer to him, kissing him slowly. “You were a handful but you did great.” 
“You – you are a tease,” he cried, chest still panting and sweat starting to pearl his skin. 
“We’ll get you out of the handcuffs, okay?” 
He hummed, letting out a breath of relief when someone – Yuta, but he couldn’t know – grabbed the key and set him free. 
“On your fours,” she ordered, not giving him time to come down from the high. 
“What? You want… we are going to…” 
“What? As if you don’t enjoy all these eyes and hands on you,” Johnny teased, caressing his shoulder almost making him betray his words with a low moan. “This can be so much fun if you trust us.” 
“Do you trust us?” This time it was Taeyong talking, next to his ear, voice soft. 
“Yeah,” Jaehyun breathed out, “I do. I trust you.” 
“Great, then do what she told you to do,” Yuta said, caressing his thigh gently before waiting for him to turn around. 
“Look at how pretty you are,” she praised and Jaehyun could feel her soft hands on the skin of his ass, caressing him gently, making shivers run down his spine. “Bet you’d look even prettier with your face flushed against the mattress.”
“But –” 
“What? Don’t you remember how much you love putting me in that position? Saying I look so pretty, should we see how pretty you look?” 
He nodded, swallowing before he moved with Johnny’s help. 
“Isn’t he so so pretty?” This time it was Taeyong talking, his hand on the smooth skin of his ass cheek, his veins rubbing against it. “So soft and delicate.” 
Jaehyun couldn’t help but smile at his compliments. Okay, maybe he loved being the center of attention. 
“Maybe we should stop touching you, what if you break?” He asked, fingers moving closer to his rim of nerves, teasing him lightly. 
“No,” Jaehyun exclaimed, his voice breaking in his throat.
They all laughed at that, exchanging teasing glances he couldn’t see. 
“Now you want this so eagerly?” She cooed. 
“Yes, please.” 
“Do you think you deserve it?” Johnny asked teasingly. 
“Y-yes,” he breathed out, still shaking from the way Taeyong was teasing him. 
“I don’t think so,” he said. 
“I did, please.” 
“Please what, pup? Tell us what you want,” she said, her fingers making her way to his mouth asking for permission to enter. He opened up.
“Tou-touch me,” Jaehyun hardly said, trying to breathe. “Need you, need to feel you.”
“Oh, now you need this,” she teased, still pushing her fingers inside his mouth, “and how do you want it?” 
“Want Yong.” 
Jade snickered, before pulling her fingers out and lightly slapping his face, “I asked how not by who. Are you dumb?” 
“No, I-” Jaehyun tried to mumble but his voice got stuck in his throat when another slap landed on his ass, it was Johnny, big hand, hitting hard. “Fuck.” 
“You're not even good at listening, I don’t think you deserve these attentions,” she said rubbing his cheeks.
“No, please, mo-mommy,” his face burned up when the name rolled out of his lips but it was enough to make a smirk curl her lips. Her fingers tangled through his hair and she pulled strongly toward herself causing his lower back to arch up.
“You can be such a good boy sometimes,” she said. “But since you can’t pick, we’ll choose,” she said before gesturing to Taeyong to take care of him, and Jaehyun only nodded, everything was fine as long as one of them touched him. 
“You wanted me, right, peach?” Taeyong said, leaving a trail of kisses on his shoulders blades and caressing his waist. 
“Yes,” he replied with a shaky voice, pushing his ass up more, his back arched perfectly. He just wanted to be ruined, couldn’t care much of anything else, not even how pathetic he looked. 
“Oh, poor you,” he teased, grabbing the lube from Johnny’s hands and pouring a generous amount of the cold liquid on his rim, “you’re so fucking desperate,” he got closer to him, his chest making contact with Jaehyun’s back. “Suck,” he ordered, putting two digits in his mouth not so sweetly. And Jaehyun did. Closing his rose lips around them and then swirling his tongue in his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks as he enjoyed the feeling.
“God, you’re so hot like this,” Johnny commented, palming his boner. He never fantasized about seeing Jaehyun so vulnerable but fuck if that was a beautiful view. 
“Stop. I’m sure you want my fingers somewhere else,” Taeyong taunted, chuckling lowly before he moved his fingers down again and slowly started to push in, making him moan at the intrusion. 
“You love sucking so much,” Jade noted with a mocking tone, “maybe we should really treat you and fulfill another one of your desires,” she smirked, looking up at Johnny, giving him a look that didn’t need words. And so in one second, Johnny was completely naked, hard cock free, getting pumped in his hand. 
“Want to suck something?” He asked with a smirk on his face. 
“I don’t – I don’t think I’ll be – shit – good,” he replied, trying to hold back the moans but Taeyong’s fingers felt too good for him, so long, and cured and veiny and fuck, he was going crazy.
“I think you can always learn,” Yuta chimed, running a hand in his hair, tugging hard enough to make his mouth fall open. “I’m sure you can keep his cock warm while Taeyong gives you what you want.”  
“Yes, yes, I can, I’ll try.” 
“No, you’ll make it,” Jade said. “Open your mouth for him.” Without adding another word, Johnny got on the bed, gently moving his head up to sit with his legs open on the pillow beneath Jaehyun’s head. So the younger parted his lips, resting his cheeks on Johnny’s thigh as he tried to take in his mouth as much of Johnny’s dick as possible. But fuck, Johnny was so big, and he wasn’t the one sucking cocks, usually. But he wanted to do it, anyway, not only because he promised but also because there still was his pride on the line and – even if he wanted to deny it – he just wanted to suck something.
“Good boy, just like that,” Johnny praised softly, running his fingers through his hair to make him relax as he felt his dick rest on Jaehyun’s tongue, and his voice, his tone, and his touch felt nice. It wasn’t something they were used to doing, their relationship had never really been extremely sexual, yet these few intimate moments felt nice. 
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Taeyong’s voice bought him back to the world while he tried to concentrate on his breathing and the pleasure. Taeyong was looking at him in awe, his three fingers were buried deep inside him and he could perfectly see how he was stretching him out. “But you’re so...pretty like this.” Taeyong emphasised the word ‘pretty’, Jaehyun wasn’t a fan of that but he surely was going to be by the end of the night. 
“Want him to eat you out, babe?” Jade asked, and he could feel her hand start to move up and down his spine. “Want to see how good you can feel?” 
“Yeah,” he moaned around Johnny. Hating the blindfold because he wanted to see her, to see them. A whimper vibrated around Johnny’s cock when Taeyong’s tongue licked his entrance and swirled around. A muffled ‘fuck’ left his mouth as he tried to steady his breath through his nose, it was harder than he expected. Johnny’s dick blocked all the air from the mouth and sucking sent him into outer space, which made it hard for him to focus on something that was actually pretty important — breathing. And the amazing oral sex Taeyong was giving him wasn’t helping.
“Yes, that feels good, right?” Jade checked in, humming in approval when she saw him try to nod. “It’s a shame you can’t see yourself, you’re so pretty like this.” 
Jaehyun wanted to rip the blindfold but he had promised he wouldn’t move, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dying to see the way she was looking at him. The idea that she had been craving to do this for so long was driving him crazy in anticipation and he just wanted to know what he looked like in her eyes like this. His cheeks turned red at the thought, he could feel her gaze burning on his skin because he knew exactly how she looked at them when she got what she wanted. Jaehyun knew exactly the expression on her face when she was proud and excited and how particularly beautiful and intense her eyes would get during sex. It was like lust and perdition filled them completely and got anybody that mirrored in them drunk and high on pleasure. And the power she had over him was insane because, with Johnny and Taeyong working on him, the only one that filled his brain was her. 
And everything was starting to get too much, so he tried to beg again, a muffled ‘please’ while tears threatened to stream down his face. 
“Please?” Jade asked, tilting her head, “Begging again, so soon?” 
“Wanna come,” he mumbled, making Johnny pull out to let him catch his breath and also because shit cockwarming turned him on more than imagined.  
“Hold on a bit more, babe. Yong, will let you come, ‘right?”
Jaehyun hummed and then let his head rest against Johnny’s tight, impatiently waiting for the moment of release. 
“I think you need to be prepped more, baby,” Jade said, running a hand in his hair, tugging lightly. “Mommy’s cock’s big, isn’t it?” 
At that, his mouth hung open, gaping in shock as he tried to let out the right words, “Are you – shit – are you going to fuck me?” Okay now, he should’ve expected this was where it was going to go in the first place but sanity had slipped his mind long ago and when he stopped fighting for dominance his brain didn’t process what Jade truly wanted. 
“What do you think I would’ve done to you?” She snickered mockingly. “That we would’ve stopped here and then started playing chess?” 
“No, I – I didn’t, I simply, umh, fuck,” he cried when Taeyong curled right where he wanted him and his hips faltered, the tip of his dick brushing against the sheets making his lungs burn up. “I didn’t think.” 
“Of course, you didn’t think,” she chuckled, cupping his chin, “you’re my dumb little cock drunk boy, aren’t you? There’s nothing in that little brain of yours but us and what we do to you.” 
“Sounds revengeful,” Johnny whispered, smirking at her words. He had no idea how Taeyong was in their little one-on-one sessions but when they group sex, he had never seen her be this harsh and dominant. But this unexpected side of her was exciting. And Yuta thought the same thing as he looked at her, wetting his lips with his tongue and a sparkle in his eyes in excitement. 
“I should fuck you faster,” Taeyong said, “fuck some sense in you.” His fingers started fucking him mercilessly while the other hand played with his balls, making him push back and squirm under his touch. And Taeyong thought that it was so hot to see him like this, and no, he never had an interest in topping any of them but fuck if Jaehyun looked inviting. 
“Yong, ple – please...” Jaehyun barely whispered, his shaky breaths making it hard to form any words, his orgasm building up in his stomach, again, but he knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold it in this time. And he didn’t, when Taeyong’s fingers hit deeper and he involuntarily brushed his cock against the sheets again, he lost it, coming all over them underneath him, a longer moan ripping past his throat while his body shook in pleasure. 
Silence fell in the room while gazes he couldn’t see were being exchanged, the only sounds were Jaehyun’s still shaky breaths and the wet sound of Taeyong’s fingers pulling out of him.
“I’m so sorry,” Jaehyun cried out after a while, only then releasing he had disobeyed. “I couldn’t do it anymore, I – I tried, I swear, I did,” he panted as he felt Johnny’s warm skin pull away from him, feeling the comfort his proximity gave him slip away. 
“What do we have to do with you?” Jade asked, untying the blindfold and turning him around on his back again before gently caressing his tears-streaked cheeks. Maybe if it was another occasion she would’ve pushed harder, teased him more, but for now, she wanted to make sure he was fine, and what better way than condescending talk? 
Also, Jaehyun looked way too beautiful, she just couldn’t be mad at him with his flushed and wet cheeks, swollen red lips, and messy hair. He looked breathtaking like this, even if he was a complete mess. 
“Bad boys usually get punished,” Yuta answered instead, making her head turn to him. 
“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun cried out again. 
“Oh, we know you are,” Yuta replied, caressing his other cheek, “but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t teach you a lesson,” he added, briefly looking at Jade that hummed and gave him the go. 
“Where are you going?” Jaehyun asked when he saw Yuta leave again but Jade turned his head to her. “Look at me, are you okay?” 
“Yes, but –” 
“No buts, just do what I tell you and trust us.” 
“You promised you trusted us, right?” Johnny chimed, caressing his hair. 
“Yeah, I do, but I didn’t want to, I…” 
“We know,” Johnny smiled. “We just need to train you harder.” 
Jaehyun’s smile faded at his words. They seemed so sweet and understanding but... they wanted to punish him?
“You wanted me, didn’t you?” Jade chuckled. 
“Yes.” 
“Too bad,” she said, getting up, and grabbing the hem of her dress, exposing her body, making all of them gasp. “Okay, I appreciate that but seriously, every time that you see me you act as if it’s the first time.” 
“That’s because you’re hot,” Johnny replied. “That’s why our baby boy wants you so bad, right, baby?” He cooed to Jaehyun that was lost, looking at her with his mouth open. “Answer,” he urged, lightly slapping his cheek. 
“Yes, please.” 
Jade shook her head, crawling back on the bed, followed by Yuta that wrapped his arms around her. “I told you, we need to teach you a lesson, and you need to learn how to be good.” 
“What are you going to do?” He asked in a whisper, afraid to know the answer. He had never seen her give Taeyong a punishment. 
“We will tie you up at your place,” she started, moving to let Yuta move to him to get started, “And you will watch how much of a good boy Yong is,” she said, crawling to him, leaning down next to his ear, “and how good is Yuta at fucking me.” 
“What?” He asked, gasping. “No, it’s not fair.” 
“No, it’s not. It’s a punishment for a reason,” Yuta chuckled, tapping the mattress to signal him to sit up against the headboard and give him his hands. 
“Do you have to tie me?” 
“For safety reasons,” she smirked and then winked at him. 
“I’m not a monster, I won’t run away, please,” he cried. “At least let me touch you.” 
“Only good boys get to touch me.” 
And that’s when the worst part arrived, when the other three were on her in a second, touching her and kissing her, feeling her, right in front of his eyes while he was helpless and could only watch. He had worked past his jealousy but right now that feeling was resurfacing and was making him… squirm, and whine, and... beg? He wasn’t fighting against it but he was begging for them to give him attention too?  
When Jade pulled away and looked at him he thought that she was moved by pity and would’ve at least kissed him but instead, she said, “No squirming and crying will get you out of there, be good and patient if you don’t want to dig your hole deeper.” 
And just like that his punishment — or torture, like he saw it — started. He really wanted to pay attention to the way Johnny was working Taeyong open with his fingers but his attention was only on Yuta and Jade and the way his hands roamed all over her body and stuffed inside her panties, fingers moving fast on her clit, making her roll her head back and moan. And Jaehyun had to hold back a whine because she was so beautiful always, when she was in control and when she would let go of it like right now, vulnerable in Yuta’s hands, letting him have the reins. But he didn’t want to be at Yuta’s place, no, he wanted her to be at his place and he at hers. He had gotten just a taste but he needed more.
Jaehyun was about to whine out loud when they all started going and moans filled the room as Taeyong and Jade rode Johnny and Yuta giving them their back, but Jade’s gaze shutting him up, stopped him. 
“Enjoying the show?” She asked, looking at him in the eyes as she kept fucking back and forth against Yuta. “No words just nod.” 
He rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath but then nodded. 
“Good,” she smiled. “See how good Taeyong has been? He didn’t come like a pathetic little thing from preparation.” 
“Don’t smirk like that,” he snapped, talking to Taeyong before he realized what he had done, looking apologetically at Jade that had stopped. “No, shit, sorry, but why would he do that? He can’t be perfect.” 
“You just can’t listen,” she huffed, pulling off of Yuta for a moment. “I guess we need to do this the hard way.”
“There’s a way harder than this?” 
“Oh, yes,” she smiled. “Tied you, blinded folded you, and now it’s time to gag you.” 
“No, no, please, I’ll be good, I promise.” 
“Don’t gag him,” Yuta chimed, crawling behind her, smirking evilly as he leaned in so only she could hear and then she smirked. 
“Fine, I won’t, but still keep quiet,” she ordered. “Yong, come lay down here.” 
And he followed, mimicking her position, laying on their tummy diagonally on the bed while Johnny and Yuta were positioned behind them. She swiftly whispered something in his ear and then the other two pushed inside again. The only ones not aware of the plan were Johnny and Jaehyun but they both picked it up soon when Jade only praised Taeyong as they shared rough kisses, and Yuta only praised how good she felt. Ignore him. 
And he felt like crying while his dick got hard once again and was almost painful and not only he couldn’t ease the physical pain but they weren’t even talking to him. 
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Yuta moaned, head thrown back and hands wrapped around her waist, slamming her back and forth in a fast steady rhythm. “Dripping all over the sheets, so warm and hot.” 
Jaehyun had to bite his lower lip to avoid pathetic moans to escape and he tried to stare in front of him, focusing on the white closet in front of the bed and don’t get lost in the way Jade and Taeyong’s bodies were being fucked hard, or the way they were kissing each other eagerly, and the lewd sounds of wetness squelching and skin slapping against each other.
But it was somehow worse. It was painful and unfair, and gruelling but he wanted to watch them. He loved them. He loved the way their bodies moved, how they worked together, how their hands knew every crease of each other. And yes, he hated not being part of that messy tangle, but at the same time, there was something so beautiful, and exciting to seeing it from the outside. 
“See, the hard way works,” she said after what felt like an eternity, making him snap out of his thoughts. “You learned how to keep your mouth shut to don’t make it worse.”
He wanted to reply but only let out a sigh of relief. 
“Good boy,” she said. “Bet you would want to be here, right?” 
Jaehyun nodded, eyes begging her to be forgiving and set him free, but she only smirked and then turned back to Taeyong. 
“Do you like what you see?” Johnny asked, voice lower, and panting, while one of his hands moved from Tayong’s hips and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling tight, causing his ass to arch back and let out a raspy moan that got caught into Jade’s mouth. “Wanted to be you? Or do you want to be Yuta?” 
Jaehyun’s eyes fluttered, gulping as he tried to wet his mouth again but it still felt dry. He couldn’t answer, but even if he could, he had no idea what to say. Was it crazy that he wanted it all? That he wanted to be all of them, feeling every sensation. 
“He’s so good at fucking her,” Johnny teased, smirking back at Yuta that did the same he had done before, pulling her back by her hair. “It could’ve been you, what a shame.” 
He whined. A low, barely audible whine. And then he fell. 
“Please, please, mommy, at least let me talk,” he whimpered. 
“Can you do it?” She teased, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, pushing her ass back against Yuta, moaning louder on purpose. “You look like a mess,” she pointed out. “I don’t – fuck – think that words can be formed in your little brain.” 
“No, no, I can. Look, I can.” 
“Then answer Johnny,” she ordered. “What do you want? Want to fuck me?” 
“Yes, want you, want to make you feel good like Yuta,” he replied. “He’s so good, I know he’s good but I can, I can be good too. I can give you what you want.” 
“Can you give her this?” Yuta asked, one hand slipping around her neck to push her up, her back flat against his chest, hips thrusting into her relentlessly, and the other hand moving on her clit, bringing her on the edge in a few seconds. 
“Fuck,” she moaned loudly when the orgasm broke out of her unexpectedly, taking her by surprise. She could feel Yuta’s smirk behind her, teasing eyes staring straight into Jaehyun’s as he looked at him in disbelief. 
“Can you?” He asked again, slowing down just a bit to make her catch her breath again. 
“I – I can’t…” 
“Then what can we do with you?” She asked, voice heavier as she struggled to come down from the high since Yuta kept moving inside of her. “You’re so useless.” She dared to say it, honestly terrified he was going to snap out of it, but the words that came out of his lips surprised them all. 
“Use me,” he cried out. “Fuck me senseless. I want you to use me so badly, my holes, my cock. Please. Just… I just want to be good for you. Fuck me hard, all of you. Until I’m nothing but your little dumb toy, please. Fill me to the brim. Leave me – fuck – leave me leaking like a mess, but please, please, use me.” His voice was high, and the words came out in whimpers and he couldn’t really care how pathetic he sounded, and looked, he meant every word. He had no idea from which part of his brain they were coming but he wanted them to make a mess out of him. 
Jade almost came again just by hearing those words and his voice. Seeing him so vulnerable was such a turn-on, but she never imagined him being so vulnerable. 
“Fuck, that’s hot…” Johnny whispered, his thrusts coming to a stop for a moment as he looked at Jaehyun in surprise. 
“Should we give it to him?” Yuta whispered just for Jade to hear but it took her a while to hum in agreement, whining when he pulled out of her. 
“Please,” Jaehyun begged again, hips bucking from the mattress, lips bleeding for how strong he was biting on them. “Please, I’ll be good. I won’t disappoint this time, I won’t –” she shushed him with a kiss, her hands cupping his face, making him slump back against the headboard as he relaxed in her touch. 
“We know,” she reassured him. “You learned your lesson, right? You will be our good boy.” 
“Yes, yes,” he whimpered, grinding against her thigh, “please.” 
When also the others sat around him and towered over him he felt overwhelmed with emotions. He felt so small, and vulnerable, and he wasn’t used to it. To have mocking laughs directed at him, to have so many lips brush against his burning skin and teeth sinking down his flesh, to have so many hands teasing him. And he couldn’t even mind keeping up with who was doing what. He just closed his eyes, letting them do whatever they wanted with him. 
“Want to ride you,” Taeyong said, and Jaehyun barely registered his voice and his hand wrapping around his painfully hard dick. “It would be a shame to don’t use your big cock.” 
“Mmph,” he whimpered when he felt him spit on it and pump it up and down, mixing his saliva with the embarrassing amount of pre-cum that dripped down before. A chocked sob ripped past his throat when Taeyong’s tight asshole sank on him and started moving right away. Just like he had asked. To be used for their pleasure. 
“Fuck, your cock is so good,” Taeyong praised, “The only good thing about you, isn’t it? The only thing you know how to use.” 
“Answer him,” Jade urged, slapping his cheek, forcing his eyes open in surprise. 
“Y-yes,” he wept, feeling on the verge of a breakdown because he was so close again but he had no idea if he could come and he didn’t even have the courage to ask. “Only good at that, only – shit – good to be your toy.” He almost screamed when Yuta’s toungue flicked his nipple, and he felt a drop run down his cheek. “N-no,” he begged. 
“No?” Yuta asked, slightly pulling away. “I thought we could do anything to you.” 
“Ye-yes but this – this doesn’t – shit – bri-bring you pleasure,” he breathed out, chest panting harder when his fingers kept pinching and teasing his hard buds. 
Jade smirked, cupping his chin, thumb brushing against his parted lips, “You want to come, don’t you?” He didn’t answer, just stared at her with tears running down his face. He didn’t even want to admit it. He wanted to convince himself he didn’t need it. “Oh, you want to come so bad but you also want to be a good fucktoy for us, isn’t it? And good toys don’t get what they want,” she teased, letting go of his chin, fingers caressing his wet cheeks and then massaging his scalp. “Good toys give. Good toys don’t beg, don’t complain and don’t cry.” 
“No, sorry, sorry, I – I can take it,” he whimpered, choking on his sobs, but she shushed him, shaking her head. 
“Don’t be,” she whispered, “you are letting Yong use you so well, pushing yourself so back that I bet it must hurt.” He nodded, whining. “You have so much control, honey,” she praised, fingers still moving against his hair. “Ask him if he wants you to fill him up, come on.” 
“Ugh,” he cried, “do – do you want me, do you – fuck – want my cum? Can I please – mmph – please come in you?” 
“Do you think I’m even close?” Taeyong asked instead. “Why don’t you fuck me harder to start with, mhh? Make me come and then maybe you’ll get to come too.” 
“I – I ca-can’t,” Jaehyun cried. “I can’t, I don’t, I don’t think, I…” 
“Take a deep breath,” Jade whispered, her hand back against his cheek, caressing him softly. “Calm down and focus on your thrusts,” she said and he nodded, chest slowing down, also thanks to Yuta that pulled away and stopped teasing him. “Just like that, breathe in and move your hips up against him,” she guided him. 
“You’re doing so good,” Taeyong praised, leaning in to kiss him, helping him, meeting him halfway. 
“See, you could do it,” Jade smiled. “Now fuck him faster, come on. I know you can give it to him as hard as he wants it. You’re so good at it.” 
With the help of her words, he managed to find some strength and pick up a faster speed, concentrating hard to don’t come, not yet, not when Taeyong didn’t give him permission yet. 
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Taeyong moaned. “You’re gonna make me come – fuck. Keep fucking me – shit – keep – shit – just like that,” he whimpered, kissing him again. “Gonna come,” he said. “Fill me up, need your cum.” 
And that was all he needed to explode, hips stuttering against him as he let go, orgasm so held back that even the release felt almost painful. He felt his head spin and he didn’t mind about Taeyong’s cum spilling on his abs. Ears buzzing so loudly he couldn’t even make out the other words coming out of the other’s mouth. 
And when Taeyong pulled away, he slumped back again, brainless and boneless. Completely at their mercy. 
“I think we should get him out of these,” Yuta said, moving to unclasp his cuffs. 
“Look at you,” Johnny said, caressing his face and moving him so he was laying down against the mattress. “Such a big boy and yet here you are, so petite.” 
“F-for you,” he mumbled, blinking his eyes to shake the dizziness out of his brain but it didn’t work much. He was already wrecked and the real thing didn’t even start yet.  
“You wanted to get fucked hard, didn’t you?” Johnny asked, turning him around, face pressed against the mattress and ass up. “Does it even matter what you want? You said you want to be our toy, right? And it only matters what we want.” 
He hummed, face pressed against the pillow and ass arching back, craving more contact.
“I saw the way you were looking at Taeyong before,” he teased, spitting on his rim, smirking when his hole clenched around nothing. “You’re so pathetic,” he mocked, hand slapping his ass cheek hard. 
“No, no,” he murmured. 
“Yes, you are.” This time it was Jade talking, and he tried to move around to look at her but found it hard to lift his torso. 
“I think we just need to finish this up,” she added, turning his head around and pushing him up by his hair, “you’re such a boring toy, you know? Why don’t you do something to surprise us?” 
“Yeah, or else we’re going to have fun on our own,” Yuta added.
He blinked, swallowing as he tried to come up with anything to don’t make them push him out of the scene. “No, I’ll – I’ll do anything you want. Whatever you want. I’ll – I’ll take you.” 
“Can you take us?” Johnny asked, fingers tracing his ass and then fingering him again, making him gasp. “See, all the work of before ruined because you had to fuck it up.” 
“No,” he shook his head, “I can take you. I promise I can.” 
Jade hummed before turning around to whisper something in Johnny’s ear, signaling Yuta to come closer too. 
“I – what are you – what are you saying?” Jaehyun asked but nobody answered. 
“Turn around,” she ordered, “don’t make me flip you over like a fucking ragdoll, come on.” 
He whimpered, jumping when his cock brushed against the sheets under him, and then turned around facing them, feeling small once again. 
“I’m gonna use your cock like a toy while they fuck me, and you can’t come.” 
“But –” 
“No buts,” she stopped him. “Do you want to be good or not?” 
He hummed, “But please, after, after, I – I need you, mommy. I need you so bad.” 
“I know,” she reassured, biting her lower lip when Johnny’s fingers made way into her ass. “But I want to be the only one that fucks your ass tonight, so you’ll have to wait.” 
He hummed again but felt his body tremble when Yuta moved in front of him and shielded her from his view. He hated not seeing her. He couldn’t care if they weren’t truly paying him attention. He couldn’t care if he was forced to hold it in again and just let them have their fun. But he needed to see them. 
“You look like a mess.” He had no time to dwell on them when Taeyong’s voice ringed in his ears. His face now up close to his, a teasing smirk on his face while his fingers ran on his tears-streaked cheeks. “Is it too much for you?” 
Jaehyun shook his head, lips pressed together to keep in a loud moan when he felt Jade sink down on him. And Taeyong chuckled, shaking his head, “You can’t take it.” 
“I can, I can take it,” he cried, finding the courage to let out those words. 
“Why don’t you keep his mouth shut?” Jade asked Taeyong, making Jaehyun’s eyes snap open. “I don’t think I want to hear him while they fuck me.” 
“No, I will keep quiet, I will – mmph,” he moaned when Taeyong filled his mouth, fingers stuffing him, reaching the back of his throat, making him choke. 
“Nice,” she smiled, leaning closer to him just to let Johnny have more room to enter her. But her hands weren’t on his chest or shoulders, they were resting at his side on the mattress, making him go crazy at the lack of contact, no matter that he was right inside her, it wasn’t enough. “Good toys don’t talk, remember?” 
He nodded, wet eyes staring up at her as the only thing he could do was suck on Taeyong’s fingers. But a deep groan almost escaped his mouth when Johnny filled her up completely and he could feel his cock press against her thin walls. One of the things he loved the most and he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t fuck her. He couldn’t moan. He couldn’t come. He just had to lay there and take it, watch as they fell apart. And as wrong as it was, it turned him on even more. 
“Fuck, so good,” Johnny moaned, pulling out and then slamming back in. “Should fuck your ass more often.” 
“Mhh, yes,” she moaned, rolling her eyes back before she forced them open to look at her two boyfriends in front of her. Jaehyun looked like a complete mess, drooling all over Taeyong’s fingers and down his chin while the other kept teasing him with mocking words. And just when she was about to make eye contact with the younger, Yuta pulled her up and kissed her hard. 
“Shit,” he moaned when her hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking, “wanna be inside you. Johnny move.” 
The eldest groaned, stilling his hips and pulling out of her, his hand immediately replacing her warmth, even if it couldn’t come close to it. But watching Yuta enter her and fill her gaping hole was hot enough to don’t make him hate her idea of them taking turns fucking her. 
“Fuck, he’s right,” Yuta moaned, “you feel so fucking good. And the toy is filling you up so nicely.” 
At that Jaehyun whimpered, his hips bucking up in reflection, and a sharp slap on his face followed, making his breath falter and his eyes snap into Jade’s. 
“No. Fucking. Back. Into. Me,” she reminded him sternly and he nodded, mumbling, “didn’t – didn’t mean to.” 
“Why don’t you stuff his mouth with something bigger than those fingers?” Johnny asked Taeyong, ignoring him completely. This had been their wildest night ever and he wanted to see just how far Jaehyun was going to push himself. He kind of thought he had gone too far before begging them to use him, but Jaehyun was like this, too confident, too competitive, to the point that he became dumb. 
Jaehyun shook his head, whimpering around his fingers that pushed deeper. 
“What?” She cooed, breathing heavily as Yuta kept fucking hard into her. “You don’t want that? What a shame you were begging for Johnny’s cock before, fuck,” she mocked, lightly slapping his face again. “What’s that? You only want cocks big enough to choke you?” 
“Mmph, no, I,” another slap stopped him. 
“Shut up,” she ordered, “I don’t care. I wasn’t asking, I was – shit – pointing out how much of a needy, dirty thing you are.” 
He whined throwing his head back, knuckles going white from how hard he was gripping the sheets. Feeling her pussy clench around him and slightly move back and forth due to Yuta’s pushes was driving him insane. And soon he had to think about Taeyong’s cockhead tapping against his lips, asking for permission to make its way in. And he could only open up and let them ravish him. Brain going blank as they worked together. Yuta pulling out to leave his place to Johnny, his thrusts precise and strong as always, and then back again, Yuta taking his place another time, strokes fast and rhythmic, and again and again. The alternating rhythms driving him insane, and driving Jade insane too. 
He could feel it from the way her walls were suffocating his cock, the way her mouth was parted to let out the most vulnerable sounds, and her eyes were closed, surely rolled back in the back of her reclined head. And even if right now, she looked more vulnerable and submissive, no dominant thoughts crossed his mind. He wanted to be ruined by her still, even if she was like this, a mess in Yuta and Johnny’s hands. 
“Oh, fuck, it’s so good. You two feel so good,” she almost screamed when her oldest boyfriends started taking turns faster. 
Jaehyun wanted to whimper around Taeyong’s length stuffing his mouth about how the three of them were making her feel good but didn’t, he cried and complained only in his mind. 
“Need to come in you, babe,” Yuta said, pushing inside of her again. 
“Me too,” Johnny moaned, “can you take both of us?” 
Jade’s mind came back to earth, stilling for a second and turning around. She thought about it for a moment, it was either going to be the dumbest last-minute decision ever or the best one, but at this point, this night had been a full one of unexpected things. 
“Fuck, fine, yes, but pour more lube, please.” 
“Shit,” Johnny hummed, grabbing the bottle close to him, and pouring more on her swollen hole, “thought you were going to say no.” 
She shook her head and dropped it low when the tip of his cock started to slowly make its way aside Yuta’s cock already buried deep into her. 
The triple stretch knocked the breath out of her air and she was grateful that at least Jaehyun wasn’t moving. It wasn’t painful, but it was a lot. Intense, unexpected, and the worst fucking decision ever considering the boyfriends picked. 
And Jaehyun felt that too. Now that was unbearable. The way he could feel them push so much against him already, and they weren’t even moving yet. There was no way he wasn’t going to come just like that. 
“Fuck, this feels so good,” Yuta moaned, looking down, feeling he could come by the sight only, “you’re taking us so well.” 
“Yeah, umh,” Johnny groaned when they started moving again and the stimulation doubled, “I won’t last long.” 
“Are you gonna come with us?” Yuta asked, pushing her body up against theirs. The position side by side wasn’t really comfortable but it didn’t matter, they had been on the edge all night, and this already felt too good to hold back. 
“Yes, fuck, I’m close,” she mumbled, letting her head fall back against their shoulders as the knot on her stomach tightened and she started seeing stars. It didn’t take much for them to come together, groans and moans filling the room, skin slapping together more messily, and too much cum everywhere. 
“Fuck,” Jade moaned when she opened her eyes and saw Jaehyun’s face almost covered in cum, “look at you,” she said, pussy still clenching hard around him as the orgasm faded away. 
“Pulled out a little too late,” Taeyong said, moving back, and caressing his lips, removing some of the liquid. “But he looks so pretty like this, doesn’t he?” 
Jade hummed, a tender smile on her face, followed by a low gasp when Johnny and Yuta pulled out of her, leaving her empty and leaking. 
“And he didn’t come,” she praised, leaning down to kiss him while she also pulled off of him, his painfully hard cock, throbbing against his abs. 
“Please,” he whimpered, “need you. You promised.” 
“I know,” she reassured him, wiping more cum out of his face, “I’ll give you what you deserve. What you wanted.”  
“No, don’t lea–” he started saying when she got up to get the strap-on but was immediately shut by Johnny’s lips. 
“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispered, moving his dampened hair back, “you look like a mess baby,” he said, eyes scanning his spit and cum stained skin. 
“But he looks like such a pretty doll,” Yuta said. 
“N-no, no, I’m not a doll,” he whimpered. 
“No? But dolls are so pretty. Don’t you want to be mommy’s pretty doll?” Yuta asked, cooing teasingly. 
“I -,” he retorted but then gave up, “yes, want to be mommy’s doll. But I need her, please.” 
“And here I am,” she said, crawling on the bed, soon hovering over him, spreading his legs open and positioning between them. “Tell me what you want.” 
“You know,” he cried, feeling that his brain couldn’t put together any more words that made sense. 
“I need to hear it, doll. Need to know my pretty toy still wants to be used.” 
“Yes,” he almost screamed. “I want to – want to be your little toy, please, please, fuck me. Need your cock.” 
And she obeyed, pouring more lube on the dildo and removing her fingers inside of him, she pushed the tip inside. 
“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip as he felt the toy make its way inside, slowly but somehow it was even more painful. He needed more. He couldn’t even care if he wasn’t ready. He had been waiting all night. 
“Look at how well you are taking it,” she praised when she bottomed completely and stilled against his ass. And she knew he wanted more, it was in the way his hips were trying to roll back against her but had no more strength to move anymore. Still, she needed to test the waters. “Should I move? Should I finally fuck your pretty ass?” 
“Fuck me, please, fuck my brain out,” he begged, voice barely higher than a whisper, strained and shaky. “Please, just take everything from me.” 
“Shit,” a broken moan ripped past his throat when she started moving immediately at a steady rhythm, knocking his breath out. He had no idea if it was because it had been ages since he had something inside or if the toy was truly too big but either way the only thing he could do was throw his head back and try to relax even more. “Too – too much,” he cried. 
Her hands wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his skin, leaving marks, making him whimper even more. “Oh, poor baby, don’t you want me to fuck your brain out?” 
“I – I can’t take it,” he whimpered, watery eyes looking up at her as she leaned down to get closer to him. “You’re – fuck – too, too big.”
“You are taking it,” she said, hand wrapping around his neck and squeezing just enough, “keep being my good little fucktoy.”
Jaehyun nodded, biting his lips, hips bucking up when her other hand moved from his waist and started stroking his cock. 
“God, I’m – I’m not – need to come, I can’t hold it,” he wept, knowing for sure he couldn’t keep being edged for so long. 
“Then come,” she ordered, “but I’m not done with you. You said it, fuck you until you’re nothing but my little dumb toy,” she moaned, hitting faster into him, “and you still don’t look like a – fuck – like a mess enough to me.” 
“But – but I – fuck – mhh,” he tried to talk back, not even knowing what to say. 
“No, honey,” she cooed, hand moving faster on his cock, making him squirm under her, “you don’t need to think, just turn your brain off and be pretty for me, won’t you?” She teased and he simply hummed, feeling on the edge of the nth orgasm of the night. “Good, be my pretty doll, that’s all I want from you.” 
And those words took him out, another climax hit him, finally, after what felt like hours since the last one, his ears buzzed and the vision behind his eyelids turned white. And from that on, he felt boneless in her arms, he could barely make out the way his other partners’ hands were teasing him too, too many emotions and too much bliss shutting his brain down. 
“Look at you,” he could barely make out Yuta’s voice and his teasing words, “so cock drunk, aren’t you?” 
“Mhh,” he simply hummed, no more words to squeeze out of his brain. 
“Bet you would take so much more than that, right? We could all take turns with you,” this time it was Johnny, he could feel his voice coming from the right, while his hand replaced Jade’s on his once again hard cock. “Bending you anywhere and fucking you whenever we want to, would you let us?” 
“Mmph,” he whimpered, his hand trying to reach for Jade’s body to ground somewhere but he couldn’t find her, “yes, yes,” he mumbled, thrusting up, meeting her halfway. 
“So you would truly be a good doll,” she teased, grabbing his hand that was frenetically trying to meet her. “You’d love to – fuck – to be passed around like that, won’t you? Be nothing but our messy brainless baby boy, yeah? Filled with cum and leaking as you try to function normally,” she cooed, and Jaehyun only nodded, biting his lips to try to muffle the embarrassing messy moans that were coming out of them. It was hot and endearing at the same time, how broken he looked and how much comfort he was seeking. Surely he was burning up in overstimulation and she knew she couldn’t push him even further than that. So Jade picked up the speed again, making him snap his eyes open because he wasn’t expecting she could give him even more and then rolled his eyes back again when his boyfriends’ lips started torturing his skin. 
“You are such a pretty good doll,” she praised, smiling when his lips turned into a shy small smile. “Taking mommy’s big cock so well, looking so pretty and fragile for us. Tell me how much you love this,” she ordered, but no words ripped past his throat, too dry, too tired, too lost in pleasure. A pleasure that doubled when she pushed his legs up, flat against his chest, the strap-on reaching deeper inside him, eliciting more moans to roll out of his mouth. 
“You love this so much, no matter how much you tried to hide it,” Taeyong said before he kissed him hard, shushing his incoherent mumbling down his throat again. 
“Wa – want to – mmph – ” he cried, voice breaking even more when Johnny’s hand started going to the same fast and steady rhythm of Jade’s thrusts, “be your – mmph – your good boy,” he breathed out before more whimpers and low moans started coming out of his tortured lips again. “All of you, want – want – uhm – you all.” 
And by that time he was panting and twitching, hips moving uncontrollably to the point Jade had to push him further down against the mattress and wrap a hand around his neck again. And the way his glossy eyes looked into hers, made her lose her mind. This was exactly what she always imagined, the typical confident, commending, and composed Jaehyun falling apart into her hands, completely letting go of any kind of control and sanity. His flushed wet cheeks, his low and breathy whimpers, his panting chest and throbbing cock, his begs and pleas, and the way his hands tried to search for them. It was so fucking hot, so much more than anything she ever tried to imagine, and it also filled her with pride. 
Right underneath her, there was the same person that easily manhandled her any way he wanted, usually. And right now he looked like a mess. She was the one that made him fall, give in to pleasure and be so open. 
“Scream it,” she said, standing right on top of him, slapping his face lightly, forcing his eyes to open again. “Scream to the world what you are,” she ordered, stilling inside of him for a second and as soon as he opened his mouth she started again. 
“I’m yours, fuck, I’m your good – fuck – doll,” he screamed, rolling his head back before another slap on his face made him stare up at her, “I’m just – shit – just a useless cockdrunk toy for you mommy, I’m – ahh – please, please, please, fuck,” he broke down when her hand tightened around his neck and he knew he couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was getting painful, his dick was too sensitive and he felt too tired. 
“Tell me how much you love this,” she whispered, tightening the hold around his neck, smirking when he started struggling for air, “tell me nobody else can make you feel this good.” 
“N-no, nobody – ahh, shit – nobody like you, no – no one, mommy, just you,” he mumbled, lips shaking and lungs burning when she squeezed his neck again. “I love this – mmhh – I love this so much.”
“You’re so desperate,” Johnny teased, squeezing the head of his cock, making him groan and throw his head back. “Pathetic little thing, look at you,” he cooed, laughing mockingly, “are you shaking poor doll?” 
“Please,” he cried, tears streaming down his face freely as he tried to look up at Jade that knew he was at his breaking point. And she was too, the vibrations were sending her so close to the edge it was a matter of seconds now. 
“Fuck,” she cursed, “you’ve been so good, doll. Come for me, come on, one last time,” she ordered, letting go of the hold around his neck, making him catch his breath. 
And this time he completely blacked out, a louder, breathy, moan ripped past his throat as he rolled his head and eyes back, hips bucking and chest panting, abs twitching and cock throbbing, shooting cum everywhere. Jade’s orgasm hit soon after, making her ride the orgasm for a while until her hips came to a stop when he started mumbling “stop, stop, stop, too much.”
But the others weren’t done yet, and the lewd sounds of her hips against his ass were replaced by the wet sounds of the other three jacking off to quickly come.  
“Shit,” Yuta mumbled when he looked at Jaehyun’s face, lashes batting slowly and tongue sticking out as he waited for Johnny to come in his mouth, cum dripping down his throat and on his chin. “Turn around,” he whispered once they were done and the younger lazily turned his head to the side, waiting for his and Taeyong’s load before closing his eyes.
“Tired,” Jaehyun mumbled, eyes fluttering just enough to see Jade get close to him and kiss him gently, not caring about some cum of the others that dripped out of his mouth. 
“I know. You’ve been so good,” she praised, kissing him all over his face and pulling out slowly. “Our good boy,” she whispered, caressing his hair, but he was already sound asleep and barely registered those words. 
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“I can’t believe what just happened,” Johnny chuckled, sitting on a chair outside of the terrace, filling up his glass with lemonade. They had just finished taking a shower after trying to clean Jaehyun the best they could since he was still sleeping in bed and were taking a breath of fresh air to cool down. 
“Yeah, how the hell did you turn him into a brainless mess?” Yuta asked, giggling but still shocked after everything that had happened. Taeyong hummed in agreement, sitting on his lap, eating some fruit because he was starving.
“Honestly?” she snorted, “I have no idea,” she chuckled, shaking her curls out of her face before grabbing a hair clip and twisting them in an upstyle. “I mean, I was hoping to get him to give in but I never thought he would go this far. He took so much for being his first time, I’m impressed.” 
“It’s rude to talk about someone when they are not there.” Jaehyun’s sleepy voice made them turn around, faces painted with surprise at seeing him already up, they thought he was going to sleep all night long and wake up at midday. 
“Why are you up?” Johnny asked. “Aren’t you wrecked?” 
“Mhh,” he mumbled, scratching his eyes with the palm of his hands and then walking closer to them. “Can I sit there?” He asked, pointing at Jade’s lap. 
“Oh, sure,” she replied, taken aback. She wasn’t expecting him to still be like this, not that she was complaining, this soft side of him was nice, so nice. And she wouldn’t have minded seeing him let go more often, he always tended to want to have too much under his control. 
“You didn’t answer,” Yuta said, smiling at his messed-up state and the way he was leaning so close to Jade even if it was pretty hot, the night breeze still not enough to bring much comfort from the summer heat. 
“I woke up, and I saw that you left me all alone after everything you did to me and I felt weird, also I didn’t want to be alone.” 
“No, honey,” she cooed, caressing his hair, “we just wanted to eat and drink something.” 
“Yeah, we were going to come sleep next to you soon,” Taeyong reassured. “Want some?” He then asked, handing him the fruit he had just cut and Jaehyun hummed. He was still feeling pretty weak, maybe some sugar would’ve helped him gain some energy. 
“You did so well before,” she praised, leaving kisses on his naked shoulder while her hands ran up and down his arms. “And you don’t have to feel weird about it. We don’t believe what we said to you.”
“Yeah, did you have fun?” Johnny asked, smiling at him. He was still wasted, cheeks red, lips puffy, messy hair. It was cute seeing him like this even after and it was even better he wasn’t fighting it anymore. 
Jaehyun hummed, “It was… unexpectedly fun,” he confessed, lowering his head when he felt his cheeks heat up even more, making his partners laugh tenderly at him. 
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Yuta reassured him. “It’s good to try new things sometimes, isn’t it? You never know what you truly like until you give it a try.” 
“Yeah but,” he huffed, “come on, some things I said are so humiliating, and I had no idea I had it in me. It’s like a monster took over me.” 
“A pretty cute one,” Johnny chuckled. 
“Yeah, sure,” he replied, rolling his eyes.  
“But you know we don’t judge, right?” Taeyong said, putting more fruit on his plate, he didn’t even drink during the whole thing because they were too caught up with everything. “I mean, usually Jade and I are the ones saying those things to ourselves, so, if we thought it was weird we wouldn’t do it, right? Also, I think it was kinda funny seeing this new side of you.”
Jaehyun hummed, taking a bite of apricot, feeling relieved they didn’t see the whole night as a failure. 
“Thank you for trusting me,” Jade said, caressing his cheek. “I know you were scared, and I know this was totally out of your comfort zone but you completely gave up control to us and that means a lot. I honestly thought you were going to safeword so many times but you didn’t, so I hope you truly enjoyed every part of it.” 
He blushed again, humming and snuggling closer to her, “I – I never even thought about the safeword once.”
“It never got so intense that you thought about stopping?” Johnny asked, surprised to hear that. 
He shook his head, it had gotten intense but he felt safe, it was risky, considering they didn’t discuss ground rules before but he also knew that by now they knew him too well and knew his limits. “It was too good, I think… I think I really like attention.”  
“That’s all that matters,” she said, smiling tenderly at him.  
“Was – was I good enough?” Jaehyun asked hesitantly, shily looking at her. “Was it how you imagined?” 
“Peach, yes,” she said. “You were so good, you took so much. And also remember that it’s not a performance, it’s supposed to be a fun, intimate time. You don’t have to feel pressured to meet some kind of expectations.” 
“Yeah, but you wanted to try this for so long,” he whispered, feeling sleep take over him again. “I know how much this meant for you.” 
“A sex fantasy will never mean more than what you mean to me, but yes, it was exactly how I imagined, actually, even better.” 
“And you?” He asked, talking to the others after smiling at her.
“We had so much fun, I think it’s pretty obvious,” Yuta smiled, reassuring him. “You were a good boy if that’s what you want to hear.” 
“Oh, shut up, it makes me blush,” he whined, throwing his head back before yawning. 
“I think it’s time to go to bed,” Taeyong said, cleaning his hands on a napkin and grabbing the empty plate from Jaehyun’s lap. 
“Yeah. Do I have to carry you in?” Jade joked, leaving a peck on his cheek, making him flush red once again. 
“No, but I think I might need to lean on someone,” he replied, stretching, feeling his limbs shake. He was wrecked, everything had been so intense and he knew that he was going to pass out once again as soon as his head touched the pillow, and he wasn’t so sure his legs could carry him inside with no support. 
“Come here, pretty boy,” Johnny said, reaching out his hand and waiting for him to grab it, standing up and immediately leaning against him, waiting for Jade to support him on the other side and walk inside, followed by Yuta and Taeyong. 
After they got in bed, sleep took over soon, and while Jaehyun was squeezed between Johnny and Jade, and Taeyong was tangled with Yuta at the side, he whispered, “I love you, so, so much…” 
And before their eyes could get too heavy, they all replied, “We love you too.” 
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qu0kkarambles · 2 years
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Kim Sunoo
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Warnings: minors DNI- smut, teasing, collars, pet play?, Sub!Sunoo, edging, toys, begging, aftercare.
Authors note- not posted in forever because my laptop broke but I’m on holiday and there’s a massive storm so I’m writing this to distract myself 🙃
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Another week passed and you’d stayed at work 3 hours later than your colleagues, finally finishing the work for the day before hopping in your car for the quick drive home. Before heading off you saw multiple missed calls and texts from your boyfriend Sunoo, all asking where you were, how long you’d be, and telling you how he missed you. You felt awful seeing how much he missed you, so sped home to see him.
Walking into your apartment, you were immediately jumped on by the boy, as he came barrelling out of the kitchen at the sound of your keys in the lock. He was quick to bury his face in your neck, pulling you close for a much needed hug. ‘Hi baby’ you chuckled as he buried his face further into your neck. ‘Missed me?’ you knew you were teasing him but you couldn’t help when he was so cute. He mumbled into your neck how he’d been waiting for you to get home, and as you walked into the kitchen together he finally detached from you to finish cooking the food he had made.
After eating and catching up on your days, you decided to cuddle up and watch a movie, so while he scrolled through Netflix to pick one, you headed into your room to change. Once you had entered the room you were confused by the parcel on your bed- you hadn’t ordered anything and were confused until you saw your boyfriends name on the front. ‘He must’ve left it on the bed earlier’ you thought it to yourself. Without much thought you began to lift the lid of the box, while shouting through to him asking what he’d ordered.
You were more than shocked when you opened the lid of the box to see his goodies. A white leather collar, a pastel pink vibrator as well as an assortment of other toys lay in the box and you picked up the collar as he entered the room, cheeks flushed. ‘Y/n- I’ he fumbled over his words, not really sure how to explain his little purchases. You’d both spoken in the past about some of the links you shared, and had thought of trying some together, but the conversation didn’t go beyond that- a conversation. So seeing sunoos flushed cheeks as he tried to fumble an explanation made your heart flutter.
He was always just too cute.
‘Sun, why didn’t you tell me you’d ordered this stuff?’ You asked, figuring it was the calmest way to start the conversation. His face stayed a bright flush as he muttered under his breath. ‘Louder baby I can’t hear you’ you encouraged him, still toying with the leather collar in your hands. ‘I- I didn’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable with it. I thought maybe if I already had the stuff then if we talked about it again we could talk more. I don’t know it was stupid I’ll just return it.’ He started babbling due to your silence, nerves overtaking him. You gently gripped his chin with your hand, lifting his eyes from the floor to meet yours. ‘But baby, we can’t return them if they’re used’ you said with a slight grin on your face. As your words sunk in and he registered what you were saying, his mouth dropped open, shocked at your reaction.
You took the opportunity while his mouth was open to slip your finger in, pressing against his tongue until he began to gently suck the digit. You praised him as he continued to gently suckle your finger, until you pulled his mouth back open, releasing your finger from him. ‘Good boy baby. Now let’s get these off hmm?’ You said as you tugged on his clothes. He nodded quietly, still in disbelief at how quickly this had all begun. Within a few minutes, he was sat on your bed in just his underwear, waiting for your next instruction while you removed your own clothes.
You sat opposite him, collar in hand as you looked into his eyes to check he was still ok. ‘Should we use the traffic light system baby? Red for stop, green for go, yellow for slow down, ok?’ You explained it softly to him making sure he understood fully before you went any further. With a strong nod, you continued, running your fingers over the white leather collar one more time before moving to put it on him, checking it was loose enough. Once it was secured, you gently pushed on his chest for him to lean back on the pillows, and he just looked so perfect. ‘Stay there baby. I’ll be back in a second.’ With his little nod you left the room, rummaging in the kitchen for your disposable camera. Re-entering the room, you straddled over his hips as you aimed the camera toward him. ‘So pretty for me baby. Such a good pup.’ At the new pet name, his hips bucked slightly, encouraging you further. ‘Awe, does my pup like that? Like being a good pup for me don’t you?’ He whined quietly as he tried to find some sort of friction against his crotch, growing harder by the second.
You held his hips down, lifting yourself off of him as you chastised him for being impatient. ‘Not yet pup, you gotta wait until I tell you ok’
‘Please. I need you please’ he begged, half moaning as your tugged slightly in his collar, leaning over him. ‘Not until I say so.’ You reinforced. Moving from him, you heard his small whine as you moved toward his box of goodies. Having a proper look through, you decided you wanted to use the small pink vibrator first, excited to see how sensitive you could make him. You also found some fluffy handcuffs, and decided they might come in handy, especially since you could see your boyfriend in the corner of your vision grinding against the air above him, desperate for friction.
‘Ok pup, here’s how it’s going to work. You’re not going to cum until I say you can, you’re not allowed to touch until I release these cuffs, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll treat you, ok?’ You laid out the ground rules, snickering as his face flinched at the no cumming rule. But he agreed nonetheless, and so you cuffed his hands to the bed post above him, stretching his arms above his head. The sight was too much, seeing his torso so beautifully stretched and toned, with his perfect skinny waist writhing in desperation. You snapped a quick picture, placing the camera on the bedside for later and reaching for the small vibrator that Sunoo had still not noticed. As you lifted it towards his body, he finally clocked it and mewled quietly, excitement rising.
‘Now remember- don’t cum until I say so’ with those words, you turned the vibrator on the lowest setting, teasing it over his torso and nipples until he lifted his chest into the toy, praying for more. You teased over his toned stomach, following the vibrator with your mouth, leaving red and purple marks behind as you moved closer and closer to the waistband of his underwear. You lifted the vibrator off of his skin, placing a gentle kiss through the fabric on his top, chuckling at the string of curses leaving his mouth.
Placing the vibrator on his clothed tip, you began teasing him, praising how well he was taking everything, how he was such a good pup for you. You could see his hands, white knuckles gripping the sheets so desperately. ‘Fuck y/n. Fuck I- I’m - so close- I-‘ he let out a string of words broken up by his beautiful high pitched whines as his hips bucked up into the vibrator. Knowing how close he was, you pulled the vibrator away, earning beautiful moans and whines as you did.
‘What?! Why-why did you stop?’ He was almost teary, and you gently stroked his cheek hushing him gently. ‘Not yet pup, you gotta earn it.’ This earned another whine from the boy, making you turn the vibrator off altogether and straddle his stomach, pulling him by his jaw to look at you. ‘Don’t complain pup, or I’ll make this longer than it needs to be. You captured his mouth with yours as you finished warning him. You could tell how needy he was by his kiss- it was messy and full of desperation, and filled with moans and whines of your name. When you finally pulled away he tried to follow your mouth with his, until you pushed down on his throat, pinning him to the bed.
The wide eyed look you received shocked you - collars and choking- nice to know.
As you applied more pressure again, you felt the desperation in his voice and decided you had teased enough. Moving your body lower once again, you restart the vibrator, on a higher setting this time. The previous edging had made Sunoo more sensitive and so as soon as the vibrator moved to his tip he was crying out, needy whines filling the room. Without warning, he came in his underwear, shaky and whiny beneath you as you watched him cover himself in cum.
Another picture, and a pull on the collar for breaking the rules. ‘Since my pathetic little puppy can’t follow the rules, I’ll have to punish you.’ This earned quite pleas, begging to take it easy on him, and he couldn’t help it, and how he’ll be a good puppy next time. This fell on deaf ears as you decided on your boyfriends punishment.
‘Well puppy, since you can’t hold your cum, you won’t have to.’ You wanted him to figure out what you had planned himself, but he was too fucked out to think straight. ‘Puppy. Since you can’t wait for permission to cum, you’re gonna cum again,ok? And again. And again. Until I’ve had enough.’ The blush that filled his cheeks had you soaking through your underwear, as if the constant teasing and desperation wasn’t enough to have you dripping. You held the vibrator against him again, and as he whines in overstimulation you chuckled, holding the pink toy with more force against him.
Since he was so sensitive before, it took mere minutes before he was cunning again, further ruining his underwear. His hips were squirming, and you decided leaving his underwear on might be uncomfortable. Pulling them down his legs elicited another whine, as his red tip was extremely sensitive. ‘Good pup cumming again already.’you praised. This time you held the vibrator slightly lower, teasing his shaft more before moving back to the tip. His hips were shaking by this point, with a tear slipping from his eyes down his cheek. You saw the tear and lifted your face to his as you kissed his tear away, still holding the toys flush to his sensitive tip. You felt hun shaking beneath you, as he came another time, covering his stomach and chest and crying at how sensitive he was.
You decided to pull the vibrator away, turning it off and putting it to the side, before snapping another picture of your boyfriend- fucked out and covered in his own cum and your fresh hickeys. He was stunning. He was catching his breath when you decided to clean him up, opting on using your tongue instead of a cloth, licking up his torso and along his length, cleaning up every last drop of cum that your boyfriend had released. He watched as you cleaned him, and tugged against his restraints. He wanted to kiss you again, but he couldn’t pull your face to his with his hands tied.
‘Y/n, kiss me please’ he begged and you caught his eyes as you moved up to his face. You captured his lips with yours, the cum lingering on your tongue mixing into the kiss. Now he was cleaned up, you untied his wrists, and removed his collar, mush to his dismay. You noticed his face change as you took the collar off and placed it back into the box. ‘What’s wrong baby?’ you questioned.
‘It’s nothing it’s just- feels kinda empty without it.’ he answered, no longer embarrassed to be honest with you. ‘Awe puppy. We can play with it again. But you need to shower and I don’t want to damage the leather ok?’ He nodded, understanding where you were coming from, and getting more excited at the thought of next time. You took his wrist in your hand as you dragged him through to the bathroom, turning on the hot shower, and cuddling into him from behind while you waited for it to warm up.
‘Join me?’ He asked hopefully. ‘Of course pup’ you replied as you followed him into the shower.
Once you were both clean, you changed into comfy pajamas and snuggled into bed, your movie night long forgotten. As you both started drifting to sleep, you both dreamt of next time. And you knew in that moment it was going to be a long weekend.
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swampstew · 11 months
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𝔸𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜
Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat next to the log fireplace as we begin this in-progress, spicy/smutty reader insert story starring YOU (AFAB Reader) and the Kid Pirates. Powerade and snacks are provided! You can find links to the mini-series on Wattpad and AO3 at the end of the post.
Minors DNI you will be blocked - for mature audiences only. Spicy start and violence/torture.
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The sound of wet squelching echoed in the air along the beat of slapping skin on skin. Gasps for air, moaning and raspy groaning breaking through like a chorus, the instruments of bodies thrusting into each other pulling forth a cacophony of high-pitched praises.
“Ooooohh Kid! Killer! Fuuuuck you’re both too big,” Y/N wailed, tears streaming down her face as the two chuckled and fucked her faster.
“Poor thing, think we wiped her out, Kill,” Kid grunted out, roughly gripping her ass in his right hand as he bucked up sharply into her throbbing pussy. Y/N let out another cry of pleasure.
“Tsk, we’ve only been at it for like 56 minutes,” Killer tutted, almost disappointed. Killer stilled his thrusting and without warning, lifted Y/N’s hips and rapidly pulled her flush down on to Kid, holding her down while Kid’s body jerked.
“Watch it! Not ready to cum yet,” Kid growled, pulling Y/N down to cover his chest. His arm held her down just above her waist. Killer spread her ass cheeks wide open and pushed his heavy cock back in place. While Killer drilled into Y/N, Kid focused on kissing her puffy lips, biting them and her neck as he gave her long, slow strokes of his cock.
“Hnnnnooohhhh,” she whined, “Kid please, it feels so good!”
“Does it feel good or am I too big? Make up your mind!”
“Itsss boooooth! You-you’re gonna tear me apart if you keep taking me at the same time!”
“Shut up, no we won’t. That’s what the foreplay and aftercare is for,” Killer bent his mask into her back and he started thrusting faster.
He wasn’t lying and they weren’t idiots. They knew they were well endowed and big, strong freaks. While Y/N possessed great endurance to the men’s sexual impulses, they also knew that they would probably still break her body if they didn’t prepare her for what they had to offer.
That thoughtfulness extended to aftercare. They always checked her for signs of internal injury, treating any wounds and then providing her with comfort, food, and company for a little bit after their escapades. That’s how it’d been for the last few weeks of sailing.
“I think she need’s one more big orgasm to knock all the stupid shit outta her mouth,” Kid’s face broke into a sneer.
“Copy that Captain.”
Kid brought his hand down to Y/N’s clit and began rubbing fast circles on her while Killer pressed against her back, hands cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.
“Ahhhrckk!” she panted. “I-I-I can’t I ha-have to—”
The words died in her throat, the white-hot feeling in her lower belly shooting fire through her veins and feeling impossibly hot, causing her voice to simply cease. Killer and Kid drilled into her without mercy, their own ends drawing nearer as they slammed into her body.
Both men could feel her muscles fluttering, clamping, and pulsing. It was going to fling them over the edge.
Y/N threw her head back forcefully, slamming into Killer’s chest as she let out a voiceless scream. Her body clenched down tightly, causing the pirates to groan in unison. Killer came after her, bottoming out in her ass and rutting his hips without rhythm as he came, his hands still squeezing Y/N’s breasts.
Kid, ever the stamina beast, kept pistoning into Y/N even after Killer pulled out. Kid switched positions and threw Y/N on her back on the mattress, filling her pulsing hole once more and fucking into her.
“K-K-Kid,” Y/N let out a raspy whisper, “It’s tooooo mu-much,” she whined.
“Yeah? Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m almost there. I’ll give you one more, for being my good girl,” he kissed her lips.
Hitching her legs over his waist, flesh hand and prosthetic gripping her thighs up, he began to fuck her with long, precise strokes; hitting the spot that had her vision going spotty.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck,” Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Yeah that’s right sweetheart, ooooohh fuuuuuck,” Kid grinned, sweat running down his face. The way she looked on the verge of passing out from pleasure, her walls fluttering on him more and more. His strokes became faster, rubbing his tip directly on her g-spot.
“OH FUUUUCK,” Kid groaned and bit his lip, burying himself to the hilt and bucking his hips sloppily, coaxing his release.
“Aaaaaahhhh ffuuuuccck!!” Y/N let out a final cry, her pussy gripping Kid tightly as she rode the waves of overstimulated pleasure, her body taking a static like buzz from her nth orgasm. The effect rippled to Kid and he came, shooting ropes of pleasure inside her. His hips stuttered to a stop as he finished spilling into her.
Fiery red hair plastered to his scalp and forehead, Kid’s face hovered over Y/N’s chest as he panted.
“Bath or shower?” his golden eyes finally lifted to hers.
“Mmmm bath,” she slurred.
“Want me or Killer to lifeguard?”
“Boooooth.”
“Tsk, so selfish. You’re lucky we cleared our schedule off to indulge your pretty little desires.”
Y/N cast him a disapproving glance, “I do plenty for you both.” Killer let out a dark chuckle before walking to the bathroom to run the water.
Since the day they had infiltrated her guarded secrets, they had become significantly more generous with her. Killer no longer feared that she was a Marine or enemy pirate rival spy sent to undermine them. While still puzzled over her background, he grew to appreciate the strong woman Kid picked up on that one daft island.
Making great company, he often found he could vent to her about shit that bothered him and she never judged him or invalidated his feelings. She just…listened. Didn’t try to interject anecdotes or superficial sentiments about his issues. Gave him a simple nod, offered advice if asked, and told him he was free to talk to her whenever he wanted. She knew a kickass pasta recipe and then some too. Y/N would also seek Killer out whenever he found time to play the drums, laying down in the room and tapping her foot to the beat with her eyes closed.
Kid felt like he found a rare treasure. Laid back hot chick who was a little unhinged, could handle her own shit, intimately knew all of life’s little pleasures, and who made him feel like he was…The Captain Kid. She treated him with respect to his position and didn’t try to do weird or frilly shit with him and Killer like past lovers had. It was only behind closed doors that she became vulnerable to him, with him.
He shared some of his hobbies with her and was internally thrilled that she liked spending time in his workshop. Y/N told him she came from a background in blacksmithing and was no stranger to refining and enhancing weapons. She even helped him improve and polish some of the crew’s storage of weapons too. Kid was delighted to find out she knew how to wield weapons well too and would on occasion, make her indulge him in betting pools where she fought against the crew with chosen weapons. She had only lost to Killer and himself – whether that was intentional on her part or not, he had no clue – and that excited him.
“Besides only one of you is good at washing my hair,” she pouted, stretching under Kid.
“Excuuuuuse meee, princess,” Kid rolled his eyes as he pulled out, reaching his flesh arm to scratch the top of his back, stifling a yawn.
Y/N eyed him for a minute before taking a deep breath, “The two of you have been…cooler towards me recently. What changed?”
Kid shrugged, “You came out of your shell more? Started seeking us out for our company?”
“No you know what I’m talking about,” she covered herself with the sheet.
“I’m serious. We were ready to kick you off but then you just seemed more at ease with us. Wire and Heat said you took charge during a snag in the plans and saved one of my men from a shameful death at that one island and since then you’ve been more active with the crew and shit. You spend more time with me than you do with Killer. You’re with us longer than we all expected since you haven’t found your little clues to whatever the fuck you’re looking for. Is it possible that you…want to be part of the crew? That you might even like being around us?” He smirked at her, hoping he didn’t give himself away.
“I still have my own plans,” Y/N scoffed but didn’t deny anything Kid said. “But you all aren’t bad to be around.”
“Sure ya do.”
It was late afternoon when they came upon an inhabited island. Kid and Killer did their traditional survey of the area to root out enemies while the crew did their own shit, finding bars or whatever fit their fancy. Y/N had departed with the crew so they assumed she had stayed with them. However, by the time the Supernovas had found the bar the crew had taken over, they realized she was not among them.
So they waited.
And waited.
The bar didn’t dare close on the Kid Pirates but after midnight Kid was seething and left anyways.
“Where the fuck did she go?!?!?!”
Killer and Kid kicked down the door to the women’s cabin, making Y/N jump from her position on the floor. She was laid out with her massive map in front of her with an open journal and her various inking tools, a half-eaten fruit bowl next to her.
“Knock much?”
Kid was flushed from exertion and anger. “You never showed up at the bar!!”
“I didn’t know I was expected there.”
Kid blinked. Then he looked at Killer who shrugged at him.
“We didn’t tell her to stay with the crew or meet us there,” the masked man sighed.
“So you’ve been here the whole night?”
“Mostly. Grabbed dinner before I came back. Hey, will we be passing by this region?” She pointed to a spot on the map.
Kid’s eyes snapped to Killer who eagerly dropped to the ground to inspect the map.
“Sort of, our heading is more North but we generally explore every island we come across. Seems like a reasonable detour, what do you think Kid?”
Kid held his stance before stomping over to where Y/N was and sat cross legged on the floor. He grunted an affirmative.
“There you go. Found a clue?”
“I did,” she smirked. “How would you rate your experience in the torture department?”
Kid blinked again, “On the receiving end or…?”
“Being the ones to dish out the torture,” Y/N popped a piece of fruit in her mouth.
The Captain exchanged a glance with his First Mate before a sinister grin grew on his face. “We can do your detour. So, who are we torturing?”
“An old coworker.”
Killer let out a chortle, “We were under the impression you worked alone.”
“Not always.”
The two men deadpanned her.
Sighing, “Once upon a time, this sweetheart princess turned to merc work.”
Kid’s eyes widened, as did Killer’s. Their brief overview of her journals had not revealed this.
“I wondered how you were so proficient in fighting and shit,” Kid mused.
“Mmmhhhhmm…Anyways, the person I’m looking for got me acquainted with the first of many who fucked me over. Figured my best shot at finding those bastards is by nailing this bastard. He’s incredibly sweet on me and won’t take me seriously so that’s where you two come in.”
Neither man liked the sound of her soon-to-be-dead coworker.
It took them a week but they found the coworker. Landing on the coordinates Y/N had given, the Kid Pirates discovered an inhabited island that seemed innocent enough. On the surface.
The whole thing was a sham. A sort of peaceful existence governed by a shadow group. Rogue mercenaries took the town hostage and ran it to their whims. None of that mattered to Y/N or the crew.
Kid and Killer were mesmerized by her. She executed an extraction and diversion team to weed out and find her target. Some of the crew were to start a commotion outside the front of the building in order to garner attention and maybe attract heavy muscle from the targeted building. Cause a big enough disturbance that would have Y/N’s target be moved to an isolated area. Kid, Killer, and Heat followed her lead as she snuck behind the back of the building and began scaling the side. Once on the fourth story, she shimmied the ledge of the building to inch close to a blacked out, sliding glass door. She waved at Kid.
The Captain stood front and center and used his power to rip all the available metal in and around the building. While the occupants were in a panic, Heat began spitting fire to disarm, burn, and send the small fries unknowingly towards Killer’s blades. Kid also used his power to repel the metal right back, battering anyone still around. After the first assault, Y/N dashed into the shattered threshold and after a minute called out to Killer.
“CATCH!”
Thrown from the fourth floor came a slender but muscular man who was knocked out cold and bleeding from the head. Then a safe was pushed off the ruined ledge. Killer caught him and the safe with ease. The Kid Pirates left the island in chaos as they set sail with their prizes.
The unconscious man woke up in the ship’s prison cell, tied to a chair with only Y/N in his direct line of sight. His head lolled as he took in his surroundings before he focused on her. Then he laughed.
“You little fucking bitch.”
“Hey Gaston. Long time, no see.”
“If I would have known you would cause me this much trouble, I would have left your ungrateful, starving ass in that prison cell.”
“ME? I’M THE PROBLEM?” she smacked him across the face. “I followed every order, every mission. All I asked for was my severance package like you promised me. 5 years and I was OUT. I THOUGHT we were GOOD. I didn’t think for a single second that you would set me up with your pal and that the two of you would scheme to RIP ME OFF!” she smacked him again.
“That’s on me for being naïve. I’ve grown up.”
The man named Gaston leered at her from his seat, “Yeah guess so. Got prettier too. Lean on that a bit? To survive this long?”
Y/N punched him in the face. His broken nose was a gory mess on his face, dripping blood all over himself and the floor.
“I did things I wouldn’t tell my parents about sure, but never that. Anyways, you’re here for one reason and one reason only. Tell me where I can find your shitty little partner.”
“Suck me off first,” Gaston spat on the floor.
“Thought you might say that. So I’ve requested help from experienced veterans. This is Captain Kid and Massacre Soldier Killer. They’ll be your torturers this evening until you give me everything.”
Gaston’s eyes widened in horror and his already pale face became white as a ghost sheet. “Th-th-the Kid Pirates?!”
“Aye, that’s right,” Kid growled, a sneer on his face. “Word on the street is, you fucked with my doll. By extension that means you fucked with me.”
“Wait a minute!” the man gasped. “My issues with that cunt have nothing to do with you! I haven’t SEEN her in 8 years!”
“8 years, 13 years, 17 years, time doesn’t matter to me,” Kid’s eyes shined in the light. “I love torturing people; I don’t need a special occasion or reason for it.”
The silence in the hull of the ship was shattered with inhuman shrieking and sobbing for hours. Sometimes gruff yelling broke the screaming, lull moments of tense silence with a ruffle of pages being flipped – then the shrieking would begin again.
In the end, Y/N had a page of her journal filled with names, islands, and coordinates. She asked the pirates for a smoke break while she checked some information out and left the prison cell while Kid and Killer took a moment to wash their hands and drink a little.
“Well, this took an unexpected turn,” Killer quipped.
“I know! I’m super fucking into it! I’ll rip apart anyone she wants limb by limb.”
“Yeah, guess she’s finally ok with letting us in. Think she’ll let us witness how she finishes off the others?”
Kid eyed Killer with a hopeful look in his golden orbs, “Fuck, I hope she asks us to join her when she does.”
They made their way back to the prison cell, stopping in the threshold as they observed the scene before them. Y/N was crouched down on the balls of her feet holding a bloody dagger in her hand. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared at Gaston who was twitching sporadically. A puddle of blood was running down the floor towards the drainage holes.
“Y/N?” Killer called out to her, getting no response.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Kid tried to get her attention, to no avail. She didn’t acknowledge either of them with a glance or word, simply lifting a finger to her lips to silence them. After another minute, Gaston’s body stopped moving. Y/N slowly rose to her feet, her eyes still transfixed on the dead man.
“Two minutes and twenty-three seconds,” she whispered to herself repeatedly, committing it to memory.
Kid walked up to her and gently cupped her chin, tilting her face to look at him.
“I know where to go next,” she said softly, reaching up to pull him into a deep kiss. “Thank you for your help.”
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salimanderwrites · 2 years
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The necklace
Dabi x Prostitute!reader (F!reader)
Minors and ageless bios DNI!! 18+ only
Synopsis: Dabi was a regular client, toeing a dangerous line both of you can’t afford to cross. Will a gift change that?
2.7k words
Warnings: Sex work, Villain Dabi, alluded violence (stalker, villain stuff), mention of other clients, praise kink (Dabi and reader receiving), body appreciation, Dom!dabi, Sub!reader, jewelry kink?, small spoilers, oral (F!receiving), troubled pasts, let me know if I missed anything
Part 1 Part 2-link when posted
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Your breath clings against the glass, condensing into form, further distorting the rainy evening. Evening was a kind word as three am further encroaches. If he doesn’t come by then, you’ll lock the window and sleep. You have a policy after all and you were pretty sure Dabi wouldn’t break it. You weren’t blind, you knew what he did. Or a rough idea, people with his level of danger usually only committed crimes. 
You lean your head on your knee and draw a frowny face on the window. The eyes and mouth drip down. This week, you had to be smart, rent was coming up and customers had been busy. Picking up your notepad you scan the aliases given to you and cross out the ones you simply don’t enjoy being around, then the ones who pay the minimum. Leaving you with a few names of men and women who had fine pockets and good reason to pay for someone like you. The only downside; these people were more dangerous than you’d like to think about. Good thing you didn’t need to. Someone was sliding up the window. Steady feet hitting your carpet. 
You leave the bedroom and go to the living room. Dabi has settled in, first petting your cat, marbles, and then picking up the spare mug you left on the table. Smoke lingers in the air, tickling your nose in greeting. He stares intently at the bottom ring of hot chocolate, almost completely dry. 
“Did you see someone earlier?” He asks, despite knowing you never divulge client information.
“Yes.” He looks at you with a frown. “A friend of mine. We were watching Love Island if you’re interested.” He sets down the mug, turning just enough, so you miss his smile. 
“I’m not,” He says. You walk over to him and reach to pull off his jacket and hang it by the door. Double checking the lock. Dabi had to install it a few weeks back after someone had tried to pick the lock while you were with a client. Since then, you wake at least a few times a night to check the door. 
Dabi lets Marbles run her tail along his calves as he sits on the couch. As far as he knows, you see most of your clients at a hotel, but for the few lucky enough to come directly to your apartment, they get to see the lengths you go to making this feel like home. A place filled with peace from your assortment of candles and thrifted trinkets. None of the mugs match, but each one has some cute story you try to tell Dabi. You don’t keep up photos, but there were paintings your friends made and Dabi knew you kept things to glue into your journal. Part of the peace comes from rules, such as leaving his shoes on the balcony. He learned his lesson after you yelled at him about the dirt he was bringing in. 
Leaning his head back, he takes a deep, sobering breath. You move to the TV stand and light your lavender candle. 
“Music or no?” You hover near your record player. 
“Not this time. I’m starting to get a major headache.” You walk over and sit yourself on his lap.
“Probably all the smoke you inhale.” You say undoing the three buttons on his shirt. “Not good for you.” You trail kisses up his neck. He makes a sound and sinks further into the couch. 
“Careful, dear, or I’ll think you care.” 
“I care.” You suck a hickey on his neck. “After all, you pay my bills.” Now, you kiss his lips. Holding his face, caressing his scars, you trail kisses after. You go back to kiss his lips, but he doesn’t reciprocate. He’s watching you with a furrowed brow and bites his lip, a nervous habit. 
“I uh, I have something for you,” He says, reaching into his pants pocket. “A gift.” In his hand is a necklace. One ruby heart enveloped by small diamonds. 
“Dabi,” You breathe. It’s beautiful and at least four months worth of rent. Maybe more honestly, you had no idea, never having held something so luxurious. You pause. “Where did you get this?” 
“Does it matter?” Definitely stolen. You lean your forehead against his shoulder. Stolen meant no pawn shop with any respect would pay a cent. No jeweler either. 
“I can’t do anything with this.” His hands run up your sides, a kiss placed on the side of your head.
“You could wear it.” He says. You look at him as though he were crazy. He brings the hand holding the necklace up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. “Fine. Wear it tonight, for me. I have a guy who will buy it off you, money’s all yours. On top of tonight,” he says. You stare for a moment, mouth open in shock. He just takes the necklace and puts it around your neck. You lift your hair and he fastens it, cups the back of your neck, and brings you in for a kiss. This one is sloppier, tongues fighting and hands grasping for each other. You had no problem taking the necklace; this was survival. The rules you and Dabi learned to play by were different.  
He grabs your shirt and pulls it off, moaning when he sees your tits and immediately sucks and gropes at them. He’s always so desperate, you almost feel bad. But, he doesn’t want your pity; he wants to relax. You moan and run your hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. You kiss the top of his head as he sucks on your other nipple and notice white strands peeking through. He will need you to help him dye his hair again soon. 
You pull on his shirt, and he practically throws it off. You kiss his lips and roll your hips against his. He cups your ass and pulls you closer, but it’s not enough. Dabi holds you steady and stands up. You yelp at the sudden change and cling to him, a faint laugh echoing in his ribcage. He brings you to your bedroom and lays you on the bed. 
Your room wasn’t as personal as the living room. The walls were bare. Only a desk in the corner housing your laptop and your ledger, along with drawers you never unlock in his presence. The bed was nice though, lots of pillows, fluffy comforter, and some sort of soft detergent. I mean, I work here too, was what you said when he suggested you put up some photos or something. 
You bring him to face you again, wrap your legs around to guide. 
“Four years, isn’t that right?” Your voice was so low, husky even. Dabi lit up from within. You remembered, but he never really doubted. It was just a matter of whether you wanted to open those memories. Four years ago, he’d hid in the brothel, running from a night patrol. Sitting in the corner, drinking cheap alcohol to avoid getting kicked out, you sat beside him.  
You’d been so kind running your fingers along his arm. You look a little lost. You’d been so kind cleaning the blood off his shaking hands I can take you up to my room you’d been so kind combing his matted hair and showing him the scar on your hip Tried to run from this place but once you’re in. He’d been so kind offering all the money he had. You let him take you, your first time, fumbling and clashing teeth, you let him have you for the night. 
He doesn’t fumble anymore. Dabi kisses down your body, takes off your shorts and runs his tongue along your slit. His hands steady your legs on his shoulders, taking his time to run along every stretch mark. Kisses the inside of your thigh and feasts on you. Taking your clit and sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuck, do that again.” You say, grabbing the pillow behind you. 
“Giving me orders?” He does it again and again until he can slide his finger in. Your fingers card through his hair, tug him to the place you need him most. Always needing to please you, he laps at your slit, mixing his saliva with your wetness. Until he can just slide his fingers in while you hiss and whine.
“Don’t stop.” Your back arches as Dabi speeds up his movement. The room fills with a low wet sound and him humming and groaning against your pussy. 
The coil in your stomach tightens and releases. Your orgasm washes over you and a high-pitched moan escapes. As if called by a Siren, Dabi moves up your body and kisses you. 
“That feel good?” He asks while running his cock along your slit, coating it. Leaning down, he kisses the ruby nestled along your collar bones. “Hmm, you ready for my cock, baby?” 
You turn your head to the hand resting beside you, kissing and taking his middle and pointer fingers into your mouth. Chuckling, he lets you suck on the appendages, while he slides inside, stretching your puffy cunt. You moan around him, grabbing hold of his arm to steady yourself. 
“God, I missed you.” He says, kissing the side of your head. He takes his fingers out of your mouth and caresses your cheek. You smile with the nostalgia growing in your ribs.
“I was shocked when you did this the first time we had sex. From all the horror stories the girls told me about guys, I never thought-”
“Someone like me could be so sweet.” He says and slowly thrusts inside you. “Well, tell anyone and we’ll have a problem.” He watches as you run your hands along his biceps, his stomach. You’re the only one who can touch his scars like that, you were the only one who didn’t flinch. He likes how you look at him, like he’s beautiful, and he hates that he feels that way. He was just a client. A client who knew why you were kicked out of your house, why you never drink coffee, your favorite books, your dream of having a family even though you can’t. You know more about him than the league. 
Part of it was him. There were a few times before he was with the LOV, that he fucked you and had no money. Several times where you both slipped up and had sex just to fill the void. He always came up with the money. It was the way it needed to be, for both of your well-beings. 
“Who would I tell?” You lean up and kiss his chest. “I like keeping your secret.” He continues to fuck you. Letting himself lay all the stress, the pent up rage at everyday, into you, knowing you could take it. He watches your tits bounce and the jewel sparkle under the dim lighting. His hips slamming into yours, the fast rhythm playing off the walls. You moan at the intensity and buck up to meet Dabi as the pressure mounts.
“You’re gripping me so hard. You getting close there?” You whine at his words.
“Shut up.” You claw at his shoulders to bring him close. He laughs and suddenly pulls out. You sit up in concern. Dabi simply flops beside you and looks expectantly.
“C’mon, you can’t expect me to do all the work.” He holds his arm open as you shake your head and drag yourself to straddle him. Nudging his dick inside you and easing into it by slowly sliding down and up. 
“That necklace looks good on you.” His eyes are half-lidded watching you.
“Does it now?” You kiss him and fully sink down. “Well, get your fill in now.” It’s your turn to move your hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Letting the tension in your bodies build, watching Dabi’s muscles flex and spasm. 
“Speed up a bit.” He grits his teeth and grabs your hips. You speed up, but it doesn’t stop him from helping guide you. “God, you’re so good at this.” You think of making a snarky remark, but know better. In here, you sell a fantasy, even to someone you consider a friend. 
“All for you.” You feel your stomach tense as Dabi shifts and thrusts into you fully. His hips hammer against yours, the sweat and slick goading on your aching bodies. You run soft fingers along his scars, where flesh and burn collide. You kiss his neck and moan against him. He cups your ass again and simultaneously moves you and holds you as close as possible. It’s not enough. 
“I want you,” You say. “I want you to cum. Please Dabi, I need it.” You mumble against his neck and he looks down, shushes you.
“I know. I know. Fuck- you’re so sensitive.” He leans down to kiss you again, tongues wrapping around each other. He really needs to cum, but he wants you to go first. Needs to know he can do for you what all your other clients can’t or don’t care to do. He reaches between your soaked bodies to thumb at your clit. “Go ahead, baby, I know you need it.” 
You grab for him, bring him to kiss you and moan as your orgasm crashes over you. Writhing and clenching against him, Dabi’s hips stutter and he cums deep inside you. Groaning, he still grinds against you. You both move together, lazily and toward overstimulation. Panting into each other and sharing sloppy, desperate kisses. 
After the adrenaline cools off and the endorphins begin to fade, you slide off of Dabi’s lap and lay on your sheets, covering your eyes with your arm. Beside you, Dabi shuffles, and finally you hear a lighter clink to life. 
“You’re gonna get a headache,” You say.
“Nah, don’t worry. It’s all good now.” He puffs out some smoke and you watch the gray melt into the room.
“I really can’t have this place smelling like smoke.” You whisper and glance back at the notepad you’d thrown on the window seal. But, maybe you could take the rest of the week off.
“Do I have to clean the necklace before I try to sell it? You know, we kinda got sweat on it.” Dabi looks at you as if you were crazy. “Oh, I’m sorry I don’t break the law all the time.” He holds up his arms in surrender. 
“Unless he’s a perv, he’s not gonna care. All that matters is that it’s real and trust me, it’s real.” He turns and pulls on his pants.
“Leaving me already.” You get up and grab the robe hanging on the closet door. “You could shower or I could make you something to eat.” He says your name quietly. 
“I can’t.” He watches your frown, the way you wrap your arms around yourself. “I can’t tonight, but maybe this weekend. Or wait, no, not this weekend, but some–”
“It’s fine,” you say. “I just thought since I didn’t get you anything for four years.” He comes up and takes your hand in his. For a moment you think he might kiss it, instead you feel cash squeezed against your digits.
“This was more than enough.” He caresses your cheek until you turn away. “I’ll text the address for the place. Take the necklace Friday, three sharp.” Dabi makes it to the doorway before he looks back, words lodged in his throat. He walks away.
“Dabi,” you yell and he almost runs back. “Could you blow out the candle before you leave? And lock the–”
“Window.” He nods. “I know the rules.” And with that he leaves for the night, door closing softly behind him, only the trace of smoke to remind you of him. You open the window to air out the room. Shaking your head at his antics. It’s then you notice the cum dripping down your thigh. You suppose some rules were meant to be broken.
A/N: Thank you so much if you read all the way to the end. For part two, I will warn, there is another character getting involved.
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fandomsnstuff · 10 months
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Day 2: Refuge
@blupjeansweek
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Summary: Lup overhears some slander about her good platonic friend barry and kind of panics.
Lup stands just inside the quad and scans the picnic tables for Barry. Exams are coming up, and studying is a little less mind numbing when you have a friend to suffer with you. She spots him at a table nearby, but before she can head in his direction, she hears from a table just next to her, “oh my god, absolutely not! He’s so dorky I can’t be seen dating him, even if it is fake!”
The table has a group of four girls sitting around it. Lup pulls out her phone and pretends to check her texts. There aren’t that many people out here, so they better not be talking about who she thinks they’re talking about.
“Come ooonn,” another girl says, “not even for 30 bucks a month?”
“Hell no,” the first girl says, laughing. “Why don’t you do it, if you think 30 bucks is such a good deal?”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you! You’re cute, he’ll probably be too stunned that you asked him out, he won’t question it.” The girls all laugh, and the first one says, “go on, he’s right over there.”
Lup grips her phone tightly and takes a breath to stop herself from ripping out these girls’s throats. Barry is the kindest, smartest, funniest, handsomest guy she’s ever met. How dare they. So what if he’s dorky and a little awkward? It’s part of his charm. He’s cute when his whole head turns red.
The second girl starts to stand up, and Lup can’t let this happen. “Hey,” all four girls turn to look at her, and Lup freezes up. She wants to defend Barry, tell these girls just how wrong they are for how they’re talking about him, but somehow, without even being present, Barry still manages to make her speechless. “Are you talking about him?” She nods towards where Barry’s sitting, still immersed in his notes.
The first girl Lup heard speak smirks. “Yeah. We figured a guy like that probably hasn’t talked to a girl for more than five minutes his whole life. Carla’s going to ask him out, and she’ll get 30 bucks for every month she manages to “date” him for.” She does air quotes around “date” and Lup’s blood boils. Any girl would be lucky to date Barry, he’d treat her like a princess.
“I’ll do it,” she says.
“Really?” The standing girl, Carla, says.
“Yeah, really?” Her brain echoes.
“For sure,” she says out loud, “but for 40. Ten from each of you.”
The girls all share a look, and the first one says, “alright. But I want to see you ask him out right now.”
“Fine.”
Lup turns away from their table and starts walking towards Barry. She swings her bag off her shoulder and sits opposite him. He looks up, and before he can greet her she says, “pretend you don’t know me.”
“Oh,” he looks appropriately confused, “hi?”
She rests her elbows on the table and props her chin up on her linked fingers. She leans in closer to him over the table. “Hey,” she says, with a tinge of flirtation.
Barry laughs nervously, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “I’m confused.”
She lowers her voice so only he can hear, “don’t make it obvious, but see the table of girls behind us?” His eyes flick quickly over her shoulder, then back to her, and he nods. “They apparently never left high school, because I overheard them talking shit about you. One of them was going to come over here and ask you out, then get paid by her other little friends for every month she stayed with you.”
He’d still look confused to an outsider, but Lup can see the twinge of hurt and embarrassment in his face. “Oh.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Bear. I went to defend your honour but, we’re friends, I’ll admit it, I panicked, and said I’d do it.”
The hurt goes back to just confusion. “But doesn’t you telling me about this kind of defeat the whole point.”
“Get with the program, babe. We turn this whole thing back on them. We pretend to date, they pay me, we split the profits, and I sing your praises about how amazing you are so that they feel so fucking stupid for how they acted in the first place.”
Barry studies her for a moment then laughs, shaking his head. “You really are something, aren’t you?”
“Think about it, nothing’s gonna change, and we’ll just get 20 dollars each a month for doing what we’re already doing.” He looks at her with that stupid little smile that makes her stomach do things she’s not going to think about and she says, “so what do you think? Will you fake go out with me?”
“I think I fake will.” She grabs the pencil out of his hand and he says, “what are you doing?”
“I am fake giving you my number.”
She writes out “let’s study at my place,” and puts the pencil down. She gets up from the table, swings her bag over her shoulder, and winks and blows him a kiss. She walks back over to the table of girls and says, “I’ll take my money in cash.”
Months pass, and nothing changes, really. Their friendship is pretty much the same as it was before, they just hold hands in public sometimes, and they’ll go out on “dates,” and sometimes they’ll kiss on the cheek. That was a night full of red faces and awkward laughter when they were practising. They considered trying for a full kiss on the lips, but it was too much. Because they're friends. And this is fake. Not real.
The money's great, too. They use it to go on their dates. They take turns planning it each month, and they start out pretty generic. Mostly just dinners and movies. But they start getting more creative as time goes on. Lup puts together a picnic in a scenic area, using the best ingredients those 40 dollars (plus another 30 of her own…) can buy. The next month, Barry takes her to the science museum with all the interactive exhibits, and they spend what feels like hours in the planetarium. After that, Lup takes Barry on a mini road trip to stargaze for real, and they use a rented telescope to zoom in on the heavens.
There's a weird moment when they're stargazing, though. They'd set the telescope aside and laid back on a blanket she'd brought, watching the sea of stars twinkle above them. The backs of their hands brush against each other, and she links their fingers together, almost on instinct. There's a momentary internal panic where she braces for Barry to pull away, because they're alone, no need to hold hands, but he doesn't let go. He squeezes her hand and says, "thanks."
She turns her head to look at him, and he's smiling at her with a twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes that outmatches the stars above. "For what?"
"I've always wanted to come out to the country and look at the stars, I've just never actually bothered. So thanks."
She nudges him with her shoulder and says, "this just means you have to do something better next month."
"Oh I have plans. You know me," he taps his temple, "aaaaalways thinkin'."
She wants to kiss him so fucking bad. Which is weird. Because they aren't dating. It's just… the conditions are perfect. A nice, mild night. A clear sky filled with stars. Two people lying together on a blanket bathed in moonlight. And his sweet, kissable face is right there.
But they're not dating.
"Bear?"
"Hm?"
"You're my best friend."
He smiles. "Don't let Taako hear you say that."
"Taako's different. You're my best friend, and… I love you."
"Oh."
"In- in a friend way. But yeah. I love you."
His eyes are a little wide, searching her face, and he says, "you're my best friend too, Lup. And I- I love you too."
It's criminal, the way her heart soars hearing him say that. They're friends. They love each other in a friend way.
The next month, Barry takes her to the aquarium. She spends the day being bathed in the blueish light as she stares at all the fish and sharks and other things in the tanks. She's in a trance watching an octopus move around the rocks in its enclosure in that freaky way octopi move along solid surfaces with their tentacles when Barry says, "will you go on a date with me?"
"We're already on a date, Bear," she says, still looking into the tank.
"No, I mean…" she hears him take a breath, and he takes her hand, "Lup," she looks over at him, and she can see a tinge of a blush on his cheeks, "will you go on a real date with me?"
Her brain comes to a screeching halt. Complete shutdown. She's staring at Barry as her neurons send her mind through a hard reset. Control-alt-delete, end task on all that grey matter.
Barry starts to backtrack, "sorry, I- god, this was stupid. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this here. Or at all. Fuck. I'm sorry, Lup. You really are my best friend and I didn't mean to pressure you into anything, I thought I'd been reading the signals right, but clearly not, and-"
Lup grabs his shoulders, "Barry." Her brain is only at about half it's capacity, but it's running enough that she knows she's been lying to herself. She's been avoiding this conversation for… years, if she's being honest with herself, because she was afraid it wouldn't go the way she wanted it to. But now that Barry- her sweet, anxious Barry- struck up enough nerve to ask the question, she knows she's in love with him. But she doesn't have the words to say it, to accept the date. She's looking at him, face tinged blue from the tank next to them, and watching her, waiting. The place is deserted, seeing at it's 2pm on a Wednesday, but she probably wouldn't care if it was packed. She takes his face in her hands and kisses him. It's a little clumsy, but she doesn't care. He's as kissable as she always imagined. His hands goes to her waist, and when they pull back, his glasses are crooked.
He smiles, "is that a yes?"
She nods, her brain freshly shut down from getting to kiss him, finally. "Guess we should stop collecting our fake dating salary."
Barry scoffs, "hell no. Let them pay for a few dates here and there. They were rude."
Lup laughs. "God, I fucking love you."
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Sweet Talk, Sweet Motion
Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You
Rating: Explicit, 18+, NSFW
Warnings: Language, mentions of drug use, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), protected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids (y'all know the drill)
Word Count: 2242
Summary: Part 7. You and Eddie finally break that sexual tension.
A/N: Part seven and the last of my Flattery Will Get You Everywhere series has arrived! And they finally get to fuck (bless)! Check out the links below for previous chapters. I’ll be making a mini-masterlist for this series so you guys can find all the links easily. And I’ve got more Eddie content coming y’all’s way so stay tuned! Enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is that good shit.💗
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Three songs had come and gone on the radio.
Nearly ten minutes worth of making out and Eddie was nowhere near ready to separate from you. In all fairness, you didn’t appear to be in a hurry either.
His confidence and boldness soared as he got to explore you in ways he’d only dreamed of. He listened to each sound you made and why you made it.
You whimpered when he nibbled at your neck.
You dug your nails into his shoulders when he trailed kisses down your cleavage.
You moaned when he shifted his weight above you, brushing against your hot center.
When you tried in vain to pull him closer, you both realized your skirt prohibited the action. You reached for the hem and shimmied the restricting material up your thighs. Eddie only watched as more gloriously soft skin was revealed to his hungry gaze.
“S’okay,” you soothed, taking one of his hands and trailing it up your thigh.
He could feel the heat radiating off you. Your hand abandoned his, but he couldn’t resist and continued on. You spread your thighs, wordlessly giving him permission. He bent down and kissed you as a thank you, tongues tangling sloppily.
When he didn’t feel fabric, he stopped. Until he realized what he was feeling. Soft hair and heated flesh, trickling with moisture.
“Oh Jesus, are you not wearing panties?” He laid his forehead against yours, overwhelmed with the idea of you not wearing panties all night.
“I couldn’t with this skirt,” you giggled, amused by his reaction.
He took a moment to control his breathing, hand still shoved up your skirt. You tilted your pelvis, silently telling him what you wanted. He resumed his path and confidently sought out your core. The minute he touched your flesh, you arched into him, eyes closed and head thrown back. He watched in awe as your breasts threatened to spill out of your bra.
Warm, wet heat met his fingers as he explored you. He’d only touched a girl like this a handful of times, but he used your body as his guide. Paying attention to what you needed from him. When his rings bumped your clit, you bit your lip.
“Inside…put your fingers inside me,” you pleaded.
He slipped two beyond your entrance, immediately met with sticky arousal. He rubbed his straining cock into your thigh at the feel of you.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Mmm,” you moaned in return, your hands now massaging your breasts over your bra.
He was transfixed. His eyes bounced from your face to your tits and down to where his hand was buried deep in your cunt. Your brows knitted together, your lips pursed as you huffed.
“What? What do you need?” he asked, ready and willing to take you to that place.
“I need to take this off.” You gestured to your bra and without any words, you reached around and undid the clasp, pulling the material away.
“Holy shit…” he praised, taking in your naked breasts and how they bounced with his movements. He didn’t even have to think about it, he just attached his lips to your nipple, pulling sweet sounds from your lips.
“Like this?”
“Yes, yes…” you preened, holding his head there as his calloused finger found your clit.
He felt your walls grip him so he repeated his actions. He repeated them until you were nearly sobbing with pleasure. Your thighs began to shake and your pussy sucked him in as you gasped and then stiffened, body rolling against his. He felt every contraction as he sat still inside of you. He swore he could cum just by simply bearing witness to your climax.
When your body finally went limp, he very gently removed himself from your clutches. You hissed, but recovered when he took a moment to inspect his fingers. They were glossy and coated in your release, practically sealing his digits together. He did what felt natural and sucked them into his mouth.
You tasted like heaven.
The resounding notes of Kiss’ I Was Made for Lovin’ You began to play through his stereo speakers and he had to inwardly laugh at the irony of it. He hated the song. Couldn’t stand it most days, but in this moment, with you spread out like an angel below him, it was utter perfection.
Your thighs tightening around his waist pulled him back to the moment as your hands searched for his belt buckle, an eagerness now taking hold. He sat up onto his knees and quickly rid himself of his shirt while you undid his jeans.
You joined him on his knees, reaching behind you to unzip your skirt. He watched as the fabric pooled at your waist before you pushed it down. You were fully naked in front of him and he was stunned. You looked better than anything he could’ve dreamt or imagined. You were his fantasy come to life.
“Shit, you’re pretty.”
You beamed at his compliment and pulled his lips to yours. He let his hands glide over the soft curves of your body, feeling goosebumps rise up in his wake.
“I wanna do something for you. Can I?”
He could never say no to you.
“Uh, yeah…yeah.”
You directed him to lay on the bed, discarding your skirt. He did as you requested and watched as you knelt between his legs, his dick painfully throbbing at the sight. Your nimble fingers pulled the denim down and off until his cock was free and bobbing against his stomach. He swallowed, seeing your tits sway as you got into place and bent over him.
“Oh, motherfucker…” He sucked in a breath when your lips covered the head of his dick. He tried hard to remain still, fingers tangling into the sheets.
He watched you, feeling your mouth expertly work him over. His eyes rolled back into his head when you took him all the way in, the action causing your throat to bulge. You hummed around him and he jerked, causing you to pull back with a gasp.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you soothed, hand still gliding smoothly up and down his length.
You sat up some, garnering his attention as your free hand drifted between your legs. He nearly whined, seeing you dip a finger into your pussy. You added another, moaning as you pleasured yourself. He rocked his hips into your fist, unable to lay still.
Your eyes took in the bead of white that dotted his tip, a seemingly proud smile glossing your lips. You removed your fingers from yourself and let them join your other hand on his cock.
Eddie almost came.
Slick, soft and warm, coated him as you jerked him off. You touched him in ways he’d never been touched before. It was mind blowing and more intense than any fumbling encounter he’d had in the back of his van.
“Not yet, not yet,” he chanted breathlessly as you swiped your thumb over the head. He was so close to cumming and he knew if he did he wouldn’t likely recover any time soon. So he pushed your hand away.
You stopped, flashing him a coquettish smile as you straddled his hips. “You have something?”
It took his brain a minute to catch up and when it did he nodded and hurriedly produced a foil packet from his nightstand. You grabbed it, tearing the package open and lining the latex up on his cock perfectly. He breathed through his nose as you carefully rolled the condom on, mindful of your sharp nails.
“You ready?”
“God yes,” he admitted, sitting up so that he could have access to you in his lap.
You held him still as you began to sink down. Nothing but tight heat enveloped him. He clenched his jaw against the instinct to buck up into you. He let you set your own pace, watching the way you used him to get yourself off.
“Shit, Eddie…that feels amazing. So full,” you murmured into his neck, letting your walls get acclimated to him.
He was struggling against the chokehold your pussy had over him. His head was buried in your tits, trying to focus on anything but the squeezing of your inner muscles.
“Y-you feel good too. So good. Too good,” he mindlessly ranted, hoping he didn’t sound too pussy drunk.
You started out slow. Your hips rocking more than they were rising. He could feel you seeking him out on the downstroke, desperate for your clit to be stimulated. He ghosted his hands across your back and over your ass, gripping the flesh and spreading you.
“Oh, shit…”
“Did I hurt you?” He removed his hands immediately, afraid of what he’d done.
“No, no…not at all.”
You pressed your chest into his and pushed him back. You followed him, breasts pillowing above him as you gained purchase and started to ride him. The headboard began to slam against his wall, your momentum picking up the wetter you got.
He massaged your breasts while you bounced, your body letting him know you were on the precipice. You rode him like he’d only ever seen in porno movies, a hand stroking reverently at your clit. And as you whimpered and moaned and called his name, he knew he wanted this again and again and again.
He was addicted.
“Eddie, fuck…I’m gonna cum.”
No sooner had the words left your mouth, and you were coming undone on his cock. His fingers dug into your hips as you spasmed around him. You looked beautifully possessed by pleasure. Head thrown back and lips parted. Even through the condom he could feel you soak him.
He waited you out as you settled down and collapsed against his body. A soft hum left your lips when he traced your spine with a finger. He could feel residual contractions around his dick still embedded in you. He pushed up, testing your sensitivity.
You moaned. “Hmmm…however you want me. Do it,” you seductively whispered into his ear, nuzzling his hair.
Eddie thrust up at your words, feeling you stiffen. He rolled you onto your back and slowly started to roll his hips. You widened your legs and gripped his forearms, bracing for his attack.
The obnoxious sound of your cunt swallowing him made that tingle form at the base of his spine. He thrust harder and faster, enjoying the way your tits rocked with his actions. He moved to his knees to gain traction and fucked you like he’d never fucked anyone.
You took it all. And by the end of it you were begging for more.
He caught your hand snaking between your bodies, seeking your clit. He watched as you worked to cum again. Seeing you so fucked out made his body overheat. His primal brain took over as he slammed into you with a strength he usually reserved for his own hand. But you, you could handle it. And you did.
“Fuck, fucking fuck,” he chanted as he plunged deep, releasing into the condom at the same time you climaxed.
His vision nearly blacked out. His hearing felt like he’d been hit with a flash bang. He continued to thrust into you until he was sure he was milked dry. He collapsed atop you, much like you had him. His skin stuck to yours as sweat and cum made a mess between your bodies.
“Christ,” he breathed into your neck, feeling you shake beneath him as you laughed.
“Yeah, I agree.”
You both caught your breath, in no hurry to separate. When the radio switched to commercials, Eddie regrettably pulled away from you. You both grimaced as he freed himself from your body. He tried to discreetly dispose of the condom while you stretched, feline-like across his bed. He could see the glistening streaks of cum along your thighs, a satisfied yawn leaving your lips.
He was fucking doomed.
After tugging his jeans on and grabbing your abandoned beers and joint, he returned to see you snuggled into his sheets. He set the beers to the side and climbed into bed next to you, sparking up the joint.
You took it from him and puffed, passing it back with lazy movements.
“You okay?” he asked, feeling like had to. Though your sleepy grin would say otherwise. You looked more than okay.
“I’m great. Are you okay?” You shifted onto your side, the sheet falling away as you tucked your arms under your chin. He tried hard not to stare at your exposed breasts.
“Yeah. Very fucking okay.”
You laughed. “Good.”
“You can crash here if you want? Grab some breakfast in the morning,” he ventured to suggest.
You smiled and nodded, reaching for his hand as you moved to support yourself on an elbow. He took the hint and met your lips.
“Sounds great, Munson.”
You settled back into the sheets, nuzzling against his thigh as he continued to smoke. Occasionally he would reach out and trace your nose or lips, making you smile. He did that until you fell asleep. And then he spent the night watching you. Convinced that the moment he went to sleep you’d disappear.
Except you didn’t.
And after waking up and borrowing a shirt to wear, he took you to a diner just outside of town. You ordered the greasiest thing on the menu while he went for pancakes. It was, what he would consider, your first official date.
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Guardian of the Protocol
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He lightly kissed your neck before leaving you to be in his room, and you bit your lips as you could feel your cheeks still flushing furiously at the interaction that just happened. 
The fact that someone could desire you like this… 
You weren’t used to it.
You stayed in bed for a bit longer, enjoying how comfortable it was.
Then, you got up and went to look for your date, your cheeks now a somewhat normal colour. 
You heard him downstairs, and so you went down the staircase and to the source of the noise, and you found him working on your meal, listening to some french music.
You didn’t know the title, but the woman’s voice was very soothing. 
He finally noticed you, and looked you up and down for a bit, his eyes slowing down at certain parts – clearly checking you out. You smiled shyly, and he returned it back in kind, tearing his gaze away from you to resume his work.
You walked up behind him and hugged his back, your hands tracing over his chest, roaming it.
It was almost imperceptible, but his movement slowed down just a bit before resuming to their old rhythm.
“My my, can you not wait ? I thought you were hungry,” He teased.
“I am,” You confirmed. “But I’m also hungry for something else,” You mumbled, just above a breath.
“What was that ?”
“I’m also hungry for something else…” You repeated louder, gaining confidence. 
You couldn’t see his expression, but you felt him tense and as he took deep breaths.
“If you continue like this, I’m going to have to rail you later,” He said, warningly. 
“What if I want that, though ?” You replied, your hands travelling down. 
You heard him gasp very quietly, and he took your hands in his, seeming to hesitate for a moment. He made yours travel back up, whispering more to himself than anything else.
“Not now.”
So, you detached yourself from him and watched him cook the meal, growing hungrier by the minute.
Soon enough, it was ready, and it smelled amazing. 
“Can I do anything ?” You asked. 
“No, you should be enjoying yourself. Let me take care of you,” You nodded, your cheeks tinted pink at what you thought was also an innuendo. 
Once the table was set, you both sat down and wished each other a good meal.
You started eating, and oh boy, was it good.
You couldn’t stop the light delighted moan escaping you. 
Vincent stopped eating, looking at you with an unreadable look, lips slightly parted.
He cleared his throat as he resumed eating, not without glancing at you every once in a while, though. 
To say that you adored the meal would be an understatement. 
Flavourful mixed with the right texture without being overwhelming, you just couldn’t get enough of it. 
“You’re an amazing cook, you know that ?” You complimented once you swallowed your bite.
His smile was charming, not in the way that he wanted to seduce you, it was just so genuine. 
“Merci,” And you could tell he was honest. “I’m also good in other mediums, or so I heard,” He smirked and winked at you, which made your eyes widen as you blushed. 
“I’ll demand proof of that,” You blurted out without thinking, and you did your best to control just how red you were. 
He chuckled.
“And proof you will have,” He confirmed, his smirk not leaving his lips.
You gulped, breaking off eye contact shyly as his gaze was piercing you, almost undressing you. 
No.
He was stripping you down with his eyes, a hungry look on his face.
He already has finished his plate, and you weren’t even halfway through, too distracted by him.
“Do you want help finishing your plate ?” He asked innocently.
“No, it’s good ! I’m just… A bit distracted…” You admitted, blushing. 
“C’mere,” He invited you, and you got up from your place. “Such an obedient little thing…” He praised as he took you by the hips and put you on his laps, facing the table. 
Wrapping one arm around your belly, he took your plate and placed it in front of you. 
“Now, be a good pet and finish your plate,” You could only nod as you resumed eating, not trusting your voice.
His hands travelled on your body, first your stomach, then one hand was going up to your chest while the other one going down to your nether regions.
All of this teasing that has been going for a while was getting you aroused.
You could tell he was, as well, as you felt him harden under you.
Your hands shook slightly as he just roamed your body, exploring every single curve and hard edges that you had. 
Much to your dismay, you let out small gasps here and there, especially when he was kissing your neck and whispering praises into your ears.
“You’re almost there, keep it up,” He encouraged, and it took you a moment to understand that he was referring to your food and not something else.
He knew just how excited you were, you could tell. 
Soon enough, you finished your plate.
“Such a good little thing, bravo,” He praised, getting more intense with his touches.
You didn’t get much sleep that night, and had a very good work out.
So much so, that you woke up sore all over with very obvious bite marks and hickeys all over your body.
Some were really, really big. 
Thankfully, your fighting gear covered the entirety of your body.
It was just going to be a problem when you’re out of it.
As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you saw Chamber walk up to you and wrap your arms around you, hugging you from behind. He looked at you via the mirror, his hair messy.
“You look perfect,” He whispered, more to himself than anything, but you heard him.
You saw and felt his hands roam your body once more, the sun not even up.
“Vincent…” You started, taking his hands into yours. “We fucked all night and you want more ? I have a mission to go to, and I’m barely awake. Please spare me, I don’t want to die again,” You tried joking, but you felt him freeze at the last part, his eyes turning grim.
“Please don’t joke about that…” He buried his face into the crook of your neck. You bit your lip.
“Sorry,” You apologised. “Can I borrow one of your shirts ? Not sure my top can cover the markings that you left me with…” You asked awkwardly.
“You want to hide the markings but want my clothes… You do realise that either way, the Protocol is going to know that we fucked, right ?” He teased, kissing your neck and shoulders. 
You blushed.
“We can just say that I dirtied my top and you lent me one ?” You asked. 
He shrugged then nodded, going to get you a shirt, not without checking you out once again.
Once properly dressed, you turned to see Vincent looking at you intensely, a slight blush on his face.
“You should try dressing up more, my guardian,” He stated.
“Thank you,” You replied.
The ride back was��� It had a different ambience to it. 
The closer you got to the HQ, the grimmer Chamber seemed to be, but he was hiding it pretty well. His hand in yours, he was softly rubbing his thumb against the back of your palm. 
Once you arrived, he didn’t immediately let go of your hand, as if waiting for your next move.
You loosened your grip around him, and he detached his limb from yours.
Looking at the clock, you realised you still had enough time to get one giant coffee and get good luck wishes from everyone.
Going to the kitchen after waving Vincent goodbye, you were met face to face with Yoru, who you were surprised was up this early.
“Oh, hi,” You greeted with a smile. 
He turned to you, his expression brightening before becoming unreadable once he saw your attire.
“You’re wearing Chamber’s clothes,” He observed, arching an eyebrow.
You started making your coffee as you replied : 
“Yeah, I dirtied my top while eating, so he lent me one of his shirts.”
He seemed unconvinced, but didn’t press the matter.
He saw, however, just how much coffee you were making.
“Didn’t sleep well ?” He noticed.
“More like not enough,” Answered Chamber in your stead, and he made you jump as you whipped around to see him smiling at you.
When did he enter the room ? 
How long has he been there ?
… You were too tired to care for now. You desperately needed your coffee.
Ryo’s scowl deepened.
“They probably had nightmares just by being in your home,” He spat.
It only made Vincent chuckle.
“If it makes you feel better,” He replied, seemingly not wanting to enter a fight on your “last” morning at the Protocol.
You wondered how they would both act when they realised that you weren’t, in fact, going back.
You kind of felt sorry to not have told them, but one didn’t want to know and you didn’t have an occasion to do so for the other.
The mission was about to begin anyways, so you excused yourself from the both of them as you chugged your coffee, and went to your room to change.
This was going to be a very important mission.
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fastlikealambo · 2 years
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Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Fem Reader Chapter 8 
summary:
it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.
but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.
warnings: violence,  gore, religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, discussions of mental health and ptsd, praise kink,  childhood trauma,  smut to end all smut,  hawkins, indiana is a warning to me.  
warnings for this chapter: broken bones, gore, vomiting, wish season 1 will byers is hurt, speeches
minors dni, I check
Eddie almost caved as soon as he sees Rosie’s face at the window, waving at him.
Maybe he should have done this over the phone.
“Daddy! Daddy’s here!” Rosie yelled at the top of her lungs, racing out the door and straight into her father’s arms.
“Hey munchkin,I  missed you so much!” Eddie said hugging her a little tighter than usual but she didn’t mind.
“I made cookies with grandma but don’t worry I saved some for you too, come on! ” Rosie tugged on Eddie’s hand but Eddie got on her level.
“Listen baby, Daddy has to go help a friend so you’re gonna stay with grandpa for just one more night, okay?” Eddie explained, his heart breaking in two watching Rosie’s face fall.
“ Can I come? I’ll be good, I promise!”
“You’re always good munchkin, but you'll have much more fun with grandpa and grandma.” Eddie urged.
“Are you gonna come back?”
Eddie nearly burst into tears at the question, this wasn’t supposed to be his life now, he made a promise to never lie to his kid like his old man but here he was, just like him, doing something dangerous and leaving his child in the aftermath.
“I have an idea, why don’t you hold on to this till I get back? Can you be a big girl and keep it safe for Daddy?” Eddie asked, taking his guitar pick necklace from around his neck and putting it around Rosie’s, her face lighting up.
“I can do it, I’m brave enough!” Rosie said, jumping back into Eddie’s arms.
“I love you Rosie, I promise I’ll be back to take you to school.” Eddie said firmly.
“I love you too Daddy!”
“Dinner’s ready Rosie, why don't you go help Grandma, huh?” Wayne’s gruff voice appears behind them and with another big squeeze, Rosie’s gone.
“Do I need to worry about anything, Edward? Are you in some kind of trouble, son?” Wayne asked.
“No, nothing like that, just helping out a sick friend.  I don’t sell anymore, I promise-
“Eddie, you’re a good man and a damn good father, you don’t need to explain anything to me. Whatever it is that you’re really doing, you make damn sure you come back to that little girl like I know you will, understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good, be careful.”  With a clap on his back, Wayne returned to his home while Eddie ran back to the car, brushing away tears.
“Eddie, you don’t have to do this. I can handle it on my own.” You said reaching over to take his hand in yours.
“I know you can but you’re not doing this alone. I’d never forgive myself if I let anyone die in that hell pit so I’m going, end of discussion. Don’t make me use my dad voice.”
“Don’t make me use my teacher voice.”
The drive is quiet, uneasy.
“Let’s go over the plan again.” Eddie said, eyes on the road.
“Get to the upside down, find Bobby, get Bobby through the gate while avoiding certain death.  Once we’re out, you run to the payphone, call 911, and tell them you heard someone calling for help by the old trailer park, and get the hell out of there. I’ll stay with Bobby till help comes and tell the police I heard crying while on a walk and found him. Once the coast is clear, I’ll go back and close the gate.”
“I’m not too sure about that last part.”
“This part I have to do alone, you can’t be anywhere near that scene.”
“What if you pass out or get hurt?”
“Then I pass out and you  still stay out of prison.”
“And Vecna?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. You asked me to trust you to get me through the night, now I’m asking you to trust me to get you back to Rosie.” 
 The car came to a stop outside of an abandoned trailer park.
Looks like it’s showtime.
It takes everything in Eddie to not turn the car around and go back to Rosie. 
 He purposefully took alternate routes to avoid Forest Hills, had Wayne meet him at a diner or his apartment, anything but go back there. Hawkins was hell for Eddie on a normal day but this was the seventh circle and here he was, about to dive right the fuck back in despite the fact the last time he did so, he almost died.
There were so many times he could have called the others today or the day before that but each time he picked up the phone, he just couldn’t do it. They had all fought for their new lives away from Hawkins and would drop everything and  come running back with one phone call from him, that was just the kind of people they were.
But not today.
Today Eddie The Banished, Eddie The Freak,  Eddie Munson, would stand alone.
Except he wasn’t alone.
He was with you.
Somehow when he was with you these past few days he felt like anything was possible.
No matter what happened today, he wasn’t leaving The Upside Down without you.
“ Fred’s gate isn’t far from here, just in the woods behind the picnic bench.” Eddie explained, going around to the trunk of the car as you got out and stretched. 
You had tried to rest when Eddie parked in front of a friend’s old cabin and got supplies but you were too worried about the likelihood of your death by traveling to another dimension to sleep.
What if something went wrong?
What if Eddie got hurt?
What if they were too late?
What if something was waiting for them?
“Once we go through the gate, we should be close to where you saw Bobby in the void. If he’s still there, we should be able to get in and get out undetected if we’re quiet enough and if a horde of bats and their bone snapping leader aren’t the welcoming committee.” Eddie said  you walked over to the trunk to see it filled with road flares, flashlights, a first aid kit and a sawed off shotgun.
“Do I want to know what the shotgun is for?”
“Anything that moves down there. Don’t worry, I won’t miss, I had a great teacher.”
You both grabbed what you needed from the car and made your way past the picnic tables by the trailer park entrance and into the woods.  You weren’t exactly sure what a gate into another world would look like until you felt it before you saw it, heat on your skin, a profound sense of fear creeping into your bones.
The very thing of nightmares was only a step away, a ghoulish hole in the ground with no bottom in sight.
“Remember what I said?” Eddie asked, taking you by the shoulders.
“Stick to the plan, do not deviate from the plan, no buying more time, and no hero’s journeys.”
“Do you trust me?”
“ With my life. Do you trust me, Eddie?”
“With everything I’ve got.”
Eddie tosses the gun down the gate first, waiting to hear them quietly land and for some horrifying creature to crawl out.  But you only hear them meet hard ground and nothing else, the only sound is both of your breathing and the wind behind you. 
“I’m going first.” You said.
“Like hell you are, what did I just say about the hero's journeys?  I’ll go back to the car and find something to cushion the landing and then I’ll go.”
“There’s no time and only one of us can move things with their mind. I’m going first and then I’ll float you down. I’ll be okay, I promise.”  You said firmly, leaning in and squeezing his hand.
“ Whatever you do, don’t step on the vines.”
You nod, reluctantly letting go of his hand and take a shaky step forward.
“See you on the other side.” 
You jump, darkness and ash clouding your vision as you flip through the air.  You know the ground is coming soon so you close your eyes and concentrate, slowing your fall down until you hover over the ground, gently landing to avoid thick black vines.
A black stormy sky rages all around you but you can’t believe it.
You’re in another world.
“I’m okay, you can come down.” You whispered through the gate.  Not even a minute later, Eddie is falling in front of you, and you gently float him safely the rest of the way down till he lands next to you.
“You really are amazing, you know that?” He said, accepting the hand you gave him up and hoisting the gun onto his shoulder. 
“I try.”
You follow Eddie through the wooded area, a grotesque identical copy to the one in your Hawkins, the ground littered with the remains of dead bats and vines.  
“Bobby? Bobby, it’s Miss from school. I’m here to take you home, but you need to make a sound sweetheart so I can find you. You don’t have to be afraid honey, I’m gonna get you home to your mom.” You called out, shining your flashlight on the area in front of you.
Silence.
“Bobby, can you hear me?”
Silence.
“We need to keep moving, I don’t like how quiet it is here. Maybe he’s hiding further in town.” Eddie whispers.
“Just one more minute, he has to be here, he couldn’t have gone far.”  You sweep the area again with your flashlight until you spot something under the half rotten picnic tables. You take a step closer to see what it is, a small gasp falling from your mouth.
“Oh my god, Eddie!” You point and you both take off towards the limp body of Bobby Jeffries
Oh god, no, please no.
Eddie gets to him first, slowly turning him over, the poor kid covered in the muck of this place, his arm at an odd angle. 
“He’s breathing, barely.”
“We got him out of here, now.”  Eddie takes his jacket off, wrapping it around Bobby as you do your best to splint his arm. You’re nearly finished when the sound of wings makes you both look up.
 The trees you thought were empty are now filled to the brim with demobats, very much alive.
As if reading your mind, Eddie shakes his head, gently lifting Bobby into his arms.
“Don’t you even think about it.”
“I’m not deviating from the plan, I’m expanding it. Get him to the gate, I’ll be right behind you, I swear.” You said.
“There has to be another way!”
“There isn’t.  You have to get him out of here and the bats will be on you two in seconds if I don’t do something. Please, Eddie, you have to go without me.” 
Eddie swears but tightens his hold on Bobby, ready to run.
“I’m not leaving here without you, whatever you’re going to do, do it fast.”
“Go, now!”
Eddie takes off running, the heavy sounds alerting the bats to your presence but you step in their path. They swarm you, two biting at your arm, nearly knocking you over but you close your eyes, lifting your hands in the air.
“You’re weak.”
“You are not a person, you are a product of sin made clean.”
“Don’t you love Mama?”
“ See Daddy, I told you she was pretty.”
“If you’ll let me look after you just a little bit longer, I know I can get you through the rest of the night.”
“You’re safe with me.”
“You really are amazing, you know that?”
You bring your hands down to the earth, feeling it crack beneath you as each and every bat swarming you falls to the ground dead. The remaining ones in the trees, fall dead, the ones that managed to give Eddie chase, fall dead.
You barely have enough strength to wipe your nose let  run to catch up with Eddie but you do so, seeing the relief spread over his face as you make your way to them.
There’s no time for a reunion as you slowly but surely propel Eddie and Bobby through the gate as softly as you can and then yourself, falling back into regular Hawkins, the night sky full of stars and not mutant bats above you.
Eddie lays Bobby in your arms and takes your face in his hands.
“ Fuck the gate, as soon as he gets help, come home to me, you hear me?”
You nod tiredly and Eddie runs to the nearest payphone before grabbing his car and getting away as quickly as possible.
Bobby’s breathing starts to slow down as you cradle him, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Come on Bobby, you’re okay, stay with me. You’re safe now, you just gotta hold on a little longer, okay?  Help is coming, somebody help me!” You screamed into the night air. 
 It feels like hours before a steady sea of sirens come in, police, fire, and ambulances encircle you.  Paramedics take Bobby from your arms while you feed the police a story about being out for a walk and hearing Bobby calling for help before he became unresponsive in your arms.  Thankfully it’s enough for them to let you go while Bobby is rushed to the hospital. 
You try to walk as normally as possible, declining the police’s offer of a ride home away from the scene, waiting until you’re alone on the side of the road before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the ground. The bites you managed to hide from the police are starting to bleed heavily through your thin jacket.
Eddie.
You’ve got to get home to Eddie.
You’re throwing up for a second time when a car pulls up beside you and someone gets out.
“I’m okay, it’s just food poisoning.” You said, wiping your mouth.
“ I told you, everyone in Hawkins comes to heel.” A familiar voice says and you turn around to see none other than Principal Carver, standing there.
“Principal Carver? What are you doing here?” You asked, backing up as he inches towards you.
“ Following you. I heard about you on the police scanner, they said you found the kid, called you a hero. You know for some reason, I just don’t believe that. A sweet teacher just comes to town, charms her students, and  becomes a local hero all in a few weeks? Sounds like a pretty good story. You wanna know what I think?”
“Not really.”
“I think you’re a fucking freak. All this time I thought it was Munson but it’s you. You kidnapped the kid and then pretended to find him for the reward money. That’s what you’re gonna tell our incompetent police department when I take you in.Make this easy on yourself and get in the fucking car.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, please just leave me alone.” You said struggling to keep yourself upright.
“Hurt me? You couldn’t do that even if you tried. Actually maybe you should attack me, give me a black eye or something so I can really sell the story.”
“You’re crazy.”
“For loving my town? For keeping everyone safe from freaks like you and Eddie Munson? I am a soldier, I am a goddamn hero, I am-
The sound of growling in the trees stops Carver mid-speech.
“What was that? Is it Munson, do you have an accomplice, you little bitch?” Carver asked, pushing you to the side.
You notice the lights in Carver’s car start to flicker on and off.
“Who’s there? This is Vice Principal Carver of Hawkins Elementary School and I order you to show yourself-
It happens so fast, one minute you’re standing there, the next Carver’s head is rolling next to your feet. 
A tall thin creature with elongated limbs is crouched over Carver’s body, claws digging into his flesh, its back to you.  You cover your mouth to keep from screaming, slowly walking backward as the creature continues to feast on Carver nearly out of sight before you step on a twig, snapping it. 
The creature raises till its full height, their  flower-like head unfurling petals of razor sharp teeth.  Focusing on you, it lets out a guttural cry, charging you head on.
You should have closed the gate. 
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2
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synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.
warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.
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areum shares a whole staring contest in her own reflection of the small mirror, checking the areas of makeup, hair and even the clothes. mark, her assistant eyes the beautiful woman in front in confusion. she wore pretty makeup today— something she usually doesn’t wear to work, anyways, hair was let down into straight waves. mark was even more surprised by the clothes she wore for work;
a black skirt, brown short crop blouse and comfortable boots. this whole thing screamed to ‘i have a date right after work’ type vibe to mark and boy was he curious and up in areum’s business.
“do you have some date going on after work?” mark asked, areum’s eyes widening before leaving the mirror reflection, putting the small makeup mirror down by closing it shut. the woman in front nervously smiling, “is it obvious?” areum tells.
“a little,” mark chuckles. “are you nervous? you look nervous somehow.” the boy truthfully told, and she was nervous. areum wasn’t sure how to react honestly, but all she is feeling is tiny butterflies fluttering by the sudden idea of seeing jeno after work. “I’ll be honest. i am very nervous.” areum said.
“is it your first date or something?” areum glances down embarrassed— she hasn’t even thought about it; but it really is her first date ever. she coughs, “my lawyer said i shouldn’t answer that question.” mark gently laughs, “hey! it’s okay, if you want tips just ask me.”
“you have tips?” areum exclaims. “tell me what to do, i really want this to go well.”
“just be yourself, areum.” mark rubs the back of his head knowing it will sound awfully cliché. “it really is the best tip, be honest. keep talking honestly, and i suggest going to get ice cream down the road from the workplace here. it has the best ice creams you’ll ever get.” mark beams forward.
areum does like the sound of the ice cream. “thanks mark,” she smiles with gratefulness. “i’ll get going now then, you can leave anytime, mark.” she grins. making mark leave twenty minutes early is a present bonus for his calming positive words. areum standing up as she’d get up and leave the office.
the black car invading areum’s eyes the moment jeno was standing in front. wearing an all black outfit with a turtle neck that perfectly sat on the broad shoulders, belt on the jeans with his hair lightly swept to the side, areum swore he looks good in anything— but if she were to be honest, she loves it when he is in all black. it somehow sets on the complexion of his skin and body so well.
jeno smiling at the sight of areum’s clothes— equally as beautiful but he wasn’t expecting her to look better than he ever imagined. she exceeds his expectations as per usual.
“wooeww,” areum let’s out in sudden manner, she couldn’t contain her words at all. standing in front of the taller, she lightly bit the inner cheek. she was the one checking him out intensely now. jeno grins ear to ear at the sight, approaching forward. “wow, what?” he replies back smartly.
“i mean-” areum blinking out of gaze, looking at the car. “I mean wow look at the time, let’s go!” she fronts, opening the car door, sitting inside it then shutting it close. jeno smirks, ‘she’s so stubborn,’ he’d think, although it was so obvious she was just shocked by how ethereal he looks.
jeno stepping in the car, he’d start to slowly drive out of the parking space, the car mrauvering straight. areum looking outside the window, she trails. “so where are you taking me?” jeno hums in a singing tone, “a secret.” he teasingly told.
areum pursing lips in a round pouting huff, she turns to look at the man driving out with his pretty veiny soft hands. “tell me what it is I’m so curious it’s killing me now.” he gave areum a short glance before turning back to the road. “it won’t be a secret anymore then, be patient areum-ah.” he said.
jeno opening the door for areum, helping the woman out softly before closing the car door; the woman was first to glance towards the night festival. euphonious squeal rolling off the lips once the doe-like bambi eyes were haunting the entrance. seeing upon the positive expression, jeno mimicking the happiness on his face once he saw that areum was indeed, excited and happy looking forward to this.
“oh my god, let’s go let’s go!” areum skips along the ground, jeno ghostly smiling. “wait for me, you’re going to get lost.” jeno tells as the woman was basically rushing in without him almost.
together the first place they had arrived at was a competition. areum grins grabbing a hold of the nerf plastic gun, jeno watching the girl in front become confident. “which prize do you want to win, areum?”
areum turning around looking at the variety of prizes, however only one caught her outmost desires.
“the brown dog plushie right there.” areum points forward, she leans down bending forth with the nerf pointing at the ducks that were moving motions. the goal was to shoot five down as their speeds casually increase, if you do that, you simply win a prize of your choice.
areum was staying focused as her eyes were shut close halfway, trying to shoot at perfect direction. as she pressed, firing the soft rampaging bullets forward, she had missed. the cashier person shaking head, “sorry miss, maybe luck next time, you only get once chance, unless you pay again for another.”
jeno saw the disappointing face on the woman, blowing air out, “ugh this is much harder than I anticipated.” areum ponders.
the man lightly pulls forward money to the cashier, humming. “that’s fine, i’ll pay for another try.” jeno turns to areum’s surprised eyes. “i’ll help you, let’s try again.” the way jeno slowly encouraged. areum nods in a short smile, bending down a little.
jeno came from behind as their hands interlocked by the festival nerf gun, aiming towards as jeno correctly moves areum’s hands in the correct position. the way their body were so close was not on areum’s mind, but she felt every inch of his body resting on top. their heads close, his lips right above the sensitive earlobe as jeno’s warm breathe hit.
when jeno saw the ducks lined up in position, areum felt the signal to shoot. all five ducks quickly falling at once, as jeno slowly pulls away with areum cheering with multiple soft jumps upwards.
“wooo!! that dog plushie is mine sir, you seen this.” areum shot and the cashier nervously laughs, he wasn’t expecting such tension to rise when jeno was helping out. he was way good with this stuff. areum letting go off the equipment, the stuffed dog toy was engulfed in a tight embrace now instead.
jeno saw areum approach with a cute smile. “thank you for sharing your talent,” she’d joke, the man scoffing as he wraps an arm around her shoulders. “you did it on your own, i did nothing.” he tells.
the two carried on walking until jeno saw a cat plushie on the side, he flints back, stopping on tracks. areum grinning when realising a cute cat stuff toy was on the front sales.
areum tugs jeno by the sleeve , “you want that cat?” she asked, jeno nodding without any hesitation. “yeah, it’s cute.”
“miss, i’ll take the stuff cat right there!” areum beams aloud holding the card to pay, the older woman laughing back. “alright miss, here!”
jeno looking in surprise when areum softly shoved the stuffed toy into his arms, his eyes lingering down to the cutest cat he possibly ever saw in his life. “areum you really didn’t have to—”
“shhhh,” a finger zipping the lips, jeno felt obliged to stay quiet as he was told by the woman. areum taking back the finger, the smiling kept on the face. “it’s my present for you. it sorta looks like you honestly.” areum tilts head at the stuff cat toy as she held her own dog stuff toy.
“the dog really looks like you honestly,” jeno said back too, areum grins, until a sight of a rollercoaster on the behind scenes was seen. “oh my gosh jeno..”
the voice trails in a shocking tone. jeno’s happy expression faltering into confusion, “yeah?” jeno would ask wondering what’s happened. areum pulling jeno on the side looking up at the spot from behind.
“we need to go to that rollercoaster.” areum demands in excitement of rush, jeno swore they haven’t had anything sweet yet but the woman was practically a ball of sunshine that was hyperactive on sugar rush ten times fold.
somehow when areum was dragging jeno into the rollercoaster, the man had confidence to the max. the two made a bet, whoever ends up getting scared the most will pay for dinner tonight. jeno was arrogantly confident to the point he said he won’t scream the slightest. but when the rollercoaster swung in the air possibly fifteen feet in the air or more, he swears he saw heaven flash before his eyes begging to take him to his next life.
areum was the most calmest person on the rollercoaster, in fact she was cheering in excitement with a wide giddy smile of a five year old at a candy shop! jeno was the opposite, he was balling tears in eyes out of the cold face slapping air and the fear entering the body.
when the rollercoaster ended, areum came out walking perfectly fine, but trailing behind the shorter latter, was jeno wobbling side to side as he held his knees. he had a moment with the ground, falling on his knees as he made praying palms thanking the skies for allowing him to survive such monstrous moments he has ever experienced.
“jeno are you crying?” areum said with concern and disbelief, jeno sniffling. “no! i’m not!” he quickly told getting up from the ground as his arm wiped the wet eyes. he was crying over rollercoasters! a mafia, someone who deals with dangerous situations, yet can’t handle a single rollercoaster.
areum’s lips pucker in a soft smile. “awh you are, come here, need a hug before you have to pay for dinner?” the woman took the entire advantage of this situation, teasing the man forward as her hands lift to touch jeno’s face. the man groans backing away from the actions, “come on don’t tease me,” jeno whines.
she had a man whining for her. areum couldn’t think this was a fever dream but in fact it wasn’t. she lightly brings jeno into a soft hug petting his head. “oh my, mr mafia is scared of rollercoaster.” areum whispers, jeno immediately tucking areum away from him. “yeah yeah whatever,” he trails.
“what do you want to eat?” jeno asked as the conversation changed, areum smirking; she will remember this moment forever and she won’t let jeno live this down. “hmmm, ice cream! there is an ice cream shop nearby.” areum exclaims. mark better have picked good desert options.
jeno and areum were more than willing to have ice cream outside the festival, slowly walking there side by side until they arrive at the destination. areum taking the cone ice cream with simple vanilla with chocolate flakes on top. jeno took the chocolate ice cream with strawberry on top.
the two walking side by side on the half empty calm city streets, areum pulls away from her ice cream humming. “it’s so good, want a taste jeno?” areum lingers forward, jeno turns to areum as his eyes fell on areum’s soft lips.
his thumb reaching to wipe the corner of the lip that held small ice cream on it, later licking his thumb as he nods. “your ice cream is great,” jeno tells, areum felt cheeks heating at the actions as she gently slaps the edge of his arm. “yah i meant taste my ice cream from my hand!” areum looking around shyly. jeno smirks, “you didn’t specify” he quickly shot back catching areum in a prance of surprises.
he was right. she didn’t specify for him. areum sighing she held jeno’s wrist with the ice cream, “let me try yours then.” jeno hums with a nod, showing areum closer.
watching aruem tasting forward, she pulls back with a slight squeal of approval, it must’ve been a good ice cream considering areum’s eyes lit up in an instant.
“wow yours is also really great.” areum said, jeno humming with a nod of agreement. “it’s only nine right now, where do you want to go?” areum would ask as the night sky was getting darker, jeno looking around, he really didn’t want to let go off areum yet and say goodbye.
“i don’t have anything in mind right now, what about you?” jeno would ask. areum looks up thinking a little as they walk wide by side on the streets.
areum looks over to jeno. “want to come over to my house for ramen?”
jeno accepted areum’s offer plus her offering to stay over as well! jeno was given fresh pair of white shirt and sweats that belongs to jisung but he hardly wears anyways; jeno wasn’t expecting to return to this house again since he was here he told himself he won’t ever see her again because he didn’t want to get attached— but clearly not. jeno choosing to stay with areum, not giving up on the woman he holds dearly to his heart.
areum was thankful to jisung who was over at his girlfriends house instead. thank god she picked the right day today and not tomorrow.
humming as she stares at the cooking ramen, jeno making his way into the kitchen where areum stood with an apron on, he smirks. “wife material much?” he said teasingly. areum grinning as she stirs the ramen on the stove cooking. “oh yeah? well then, Lemme tell you a secret.”
jeno hums leaning forward to hear it. “if you were my husband, best believe you would be living of eating ramen.” areum said seriously, jeno shaking his head. “ay don’t lie, you know how to cook other dishes.”
areum scoffing, “like what?”
“crepes are one thing. I remember you cooking them for breakfast at the cabin. ” jeno trails, “erm, but yeah you can cook I’m sure.” he replies with an uncertain laugh. “you sound less convinced now, jeno” she lightly grins, areum turns the stove off as the pot of ramen was moved on the living lounge, where the two sat in front of the tv on with a kdrama playing.
jeno curls into the blanket that covers around the two closely, taking a long stash of noodles into the cup, slurping on them quickly. areum hums at the warm noddles in her mouth, blowing out for air, “hot hot,” areum whines a little.
“eat carefully,” jeno slightly scolds, passing water bottle towards areum. the woman takes the water as she drank it, calming down a little. areum hums, “it’s good though right?”
jeno nods with a quick hum, eating more of the delicious warm ramen. “yeah, told you. wife material.” he’d say again.
“only thing i know how to cook properly except for crepes.” areum tells, watching the tv with the drama playing.
jeno took the time admiring the living lounge, lots of photos with their family around hung by the wall and fireplace. he tilts his head humming at the sight of areum, child jisung and their parents at the family portrait. “your mother is beautiful.” jeno would tell softly, areum giving him a pocker face before turning to the family portrait in front, finally understanding what he meant.
she softly smiles, slurping the ramen. “thank you, im sure she would’ve liked to hear it.” areum said as jeno gave a soft gaze. “do you miss them often still?” he softly trails, areum tilting head. “yeah but, it’s a lot easier than before, let’s say that.”
“do you miss your mother, jeno?” areum would ask back, jeno nodding in response. “yeah, but it’s easier than before.”
areum places the chopsticks down as she leans head onto jeno’s shoulder, hugging the boy this way. “hmm, can i tell you something?” areum would ask. jeno nodding as he shifts backwards, leaning in relaxation position as the two were cuddling now. no longer eating the ramen on the table. the kdrama tv playing softly at the background.
“you looked so hot in that outfit earlier,” areum boldly tells as she bit the bottom lip, looking up at jeno. the man felt his own stomach twist and turn hearing those quiet darkly spoken words.
jeno maintaining eye contact with her dimmed lustful eyes he leans down, kissing the lips softly. areum however was the first one to deepen it, creating it to go more steamy than soft. he was pulled down on the couch with areum on top of jeno, greedily asking for his tongue into the makeout.
jeno pulling away temporarily, areum gently pecking forward his lips. the taste of ramen hinting between them. “wait wait” jeno whined out, feeling areum kissing down the jawline, going back to kissing on his lips. “yeah baby?” areum softly tells.
the nickname, immediately set jeno into some sort of epiphany; a sense of accomplishment, something he always wished to hear but never knew he needed until now. a small soft curses of ‘fuck’ heard by areum from the man underneath her practically gaining high sensitivity.
“you’re teasing me, stop” jeno tells, looking down at areum. the woman grins, “if you tell me what you want then maybe i will stop.”
jeno sighing out, “i want…”
“I want the water beside you.” jeno suddenly tells reaching his hand out, areum scowling. she reaches for the water bottle , handing it to jeno. “thank you areum,” he teasingly tells, watching the woman go off jeno. so much for wanting to dominate him.
jeno sits up drinking the water, he had this entire smug expression written on it and areum couldn’t help but think how much she wanted to wipe it off. jeno leans closer to areum whispering, “call me baby again though, kinda liked it.“
she’d purse her lips into a thin upside smile. “hmmm nooo,” she tells and jeno smiles wrapping arms around the woman pulling her down to lay on the couch together, curling in each other bodies. “you’re so stubborn,” jeno would say, kissing areum’s head.
“isn’t that what made you fall for me?” areum replies back with a smart smile, she got him there. jeno lightly laughs, “no comment there.”
areum sighs in content happiness, wrapping arms around jeno as they were cuddling into the warmth with the blanket over them.
a relaxing silence between the two surrounds them, setting a peaceful calming reality for the two in each admirable warmth and space.
“thank you so much for today, i had fun.” areum softly tells. jeno grins as his eyes close, his hands around her staying still. “me too areum, thank you for being with me.” jeno murmurs.
the two fell asleep in each other’s arms as their plushies were seated next to them side by side.
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🥲 decided not to add the love triangle here bc.. I enjoyed leaving it here haha. i have picture references of what they wore for the date 😃 they look so hot.
*cough* areum being represented by a doggo and jeno is represented by a cat 🥺 bc jeno likes cats.. and areum is just hyperactive like a doggo would be AH AND JENO GRUMPY LIKE A CAT.. Matching couple stuff toys </33
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I’ll be here: #1 Now that I met you
Surprise! Random Highschool au fic! Y’all might’ve remembered me talking about wanting to read a fic where Korrin rips Syldor a new one, though it doesn’t happen in this chapter it will happen in this fic lol. Here’s the first chapter! and of course the AO3 link!
Korrin was a perceptive man, he likes to keep an eye and ear out for Keyleth even more so when Viyla went missing all those years ago. But with this extra vigilance he’s been able to observe not just his little girl but those who she befriends. Hear hushed conversations and see behaviors both great and concerning, particularly the twins stand out.
When he first met the two it’d been for a project the three of them had to work on together and it was rather obvious the two siblings would have rather been anywhere else, it’d concerned Korrin at first, worried that these two would somehow harm his daughter. Oh how wrong he’d been, those two are the most loyal and bestest friends he could have ever hoped for Keyleth.
The twins absolutely adore Keyleth. Vex gets her out of the house and out into the city, going to the mall and getting Keyleth to go and experience things teenagers typically do that Korrin knows she’d never do if not for Vex. In a way it’s like they found a familiar bond with each other that he’s not even sure the two of them have realized and gods does that bring a warmth to his old heart. For Keyleth to finally have another girl in her life that isn’t playing pretend to just hurt her later or just from the get go treat her like dirt, it’s a gift that if he was religious he’d give the highest praises to the gods for. 
It became apparent to Korrin that Vex wasn’t used to people like Keyleth, people who help and are kind just by nature with no strings attached, he remembers once seeing the poor girl freeze in place after Keyleth ran off outside to get in the car after getting and gifting Vex an old coat of hers. Not just any coat either, it was one of the more fancier ones Korrin had bought for his daughter a while ago which in all fairness was a blunder on his part, Keyleth never was one for fancy things but Vex is and Keyleth is rather perspective so to her it was a no brainer to give the coat to Vex once she admitted in an off comment that her coat was horrid.
He’ll never forget the young girl's face after that exchange, the utter bewilderment, a moment of vulnerability and then worry with a spec of terror when she glanced at him as if he was going to tell her she had to return it, that Keyleth wasn’t allowed to do that. It broke his heart and he had the feeling it wouldn’t be the last time these twins did that but in that moment all he could do was shrug and tell Vex that he’s glad that the jacket will finally be seeing some use.
Whereas Vex’s response was flight, looking and checking to make sure what she does won’t cause ire from him and fleaing in the quickest of moments, which he has to admit it took him a while to figure out that was what she’d been doing, Vax’s response was fight.
He’s a protective person and Korrin can’t blame him for it but it has led to some rather interesting situations. 
The first time Korrin witnessed it was when the two stayed over for dinner so that way the three of them could finally finish their group project. Korrin had made them dinner and let them eat on the floor where they were working and Vex had accidentally knocked over her soda onto the carpet, it was the first time he saw utter panic cross the twins' faces. Keyleth acted normal and went up to get a towel but when Korrins attention turned back to the twins he met Vax’s intense gaze, his eyes were a fountain of emotion, fear, anxiety, and protective determination as if he was worried he’d yell at Vex for a simple mistake. Vex herself apologizing over and over. It was concerning for the lack of a better word and Korrin just looked between the two, switching his gaze back and forth.
“It’s alright, mistakes happen.” His words don’t seem to install much confidence in them and his heart breaks just a little more. “You want to know a trick?” He says turning back into the kitchen and grabbing a few supplies, returning to see Keyleth with a towel drying off the floor best she can, looking a bit distressed by her friends actions till she sees him.
“This lil trick can stop stains from happening and in some cases even get rid of old ones.” He tells them as he gets over to the spot, Vax makes sure that whichever side Korrin’s on he’s between him and Vex and noting that Korrin coordinates his movements. He’ll let Vax do whatever he needs to do in order to feel that he and his sister are safe even if the notion breaks Korrin even more. 
The first time though that same protectiveness that Vax shows his sister, is shown for Keyleth? He’ll never forget.
He’d gone to pick Keyleth up from school and was shocked to find her and Vex fretting around Vax, who not only had a bloody nose but what seemed to be the start of a black eye. Korrin will admit he panicked a bit but oddly it seemed to work in his favor for getting the twins to trust him. He’d rushed the three of them to the nearest gas station to get some ice and supplies for Vax’s injuries, yes he had the supplies at home but good gods one of his daughter’s friends is hurt and he’s panicking.
Luckily his floundering lightened up the mood by causing the twins to laugh at him, realizing that he might’ve raised the dramatics which in turn makes them laugh harder and maybe just a tiny bit embarrass Keyleth.
It’s only later that night that he learns what happened. Apparently a guy had been bugging Keyleth for the past week and wasn’t letting up and he had tried to corner Keyleth before Vax got involved and a fight broke out.
It hurts his heart to know his daughter hadn’t told him about the problems going on in school but he can’t help the warmth and pride that swells in him that he now knows that Vax has his eye out for Keyleth.
Korrin isn’t sure at what point he decides to be there for the twins like a father should but at some point he did, the two have brought such joy to Keyleth’s life and are in themselves such wonders that he knew they deserved more. He’ll admit he doesn’t think he can provide all that those two need, half the time he doesn’t think he can provide his own daughter all she needs, but they deserve something more than the gnarled hand they were dealt.
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