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satisfy 05

summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ seokjin/reader, namjoon/reader, taehyung/reader, …..jimin/reader word count⇢ 15.9k genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda) warnings⇢ 😇😇😇😇 *chin hands sweetly* STRAP IN, FOLKS!!: GANGBANG. this chapter will include three brothers having sex with the reader at the same time (but not with each other). if this bothers you, please feel free to skip!, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (f+m giving/receiving), fingering, face fucking, exhibitionism, voyuerism, da booty getting ate like groceries, assplay, name calling, daddy kink, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, marking, spitroasting, cumplay, bukakke 😭, honestly this is a hot ass MESS and i should be sorry but i’m not 🤷🏽‍♀️ a/n⇢ well, hello~ long time no see!!!! i'm super pumped about this chapter because it has literally been in the works since i planned this whole fic out years ago 😭 a lot of planning and struggling later, and WE FINALLY HERE 🙌🏾 🙌🏾 i am so relieved that this finally exists in the world and not just in my head lmao. thank you all for hanging with me for this long and being so patient. i hope this chapter lives up to your expectations 😈 only the epilogue left! 😮‍💨👀 mood for this chapter is this song~ hope everyone enjoys!

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Days quickly morphed into weeks, time continuing to flow even without you consciously noticing it pass you by. You were just so busy, both your schoolwork and your unconventional part-time job a whirlwind of activity that left you too preoccupied to do much else. Your already scant social life was starting to suffer, but honestly? You were completely fine with that—a neverending schedule of sex, sleep, and studying was more than enough, and it was highly unlikely you would be able to fit anything else onto your overflowing plate anyway.

It was expected for you to not have that much free time, anyway. Jimin’s was waning too, as the further the two of you got into your studies, the busier you both became. You still texted often to make sure each other was alive, but with your differing schedules, the new normal became not getting to see him in person for weeks on end.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t losing steam. Burning the candle at both ends was finally starting to catch up with you, but there wasn’t much you could do about it other than focusing on powering through it. This was the career path you chose—your dream—and so you simply just had to bear everything that came along with it. You were willing to put the work in to reach your goals, and you just kept reminding yourself that how you were living now was just a means to an end.

Not that you at all only found the Kims to be a means to an end. Yes, they were paying your way through school, but you still really enjoyed the time you spent with each of them. They were all great company in different ways, and at this point, the only time you were freed from the library’s clutches was when one of them wanted to take you somewhere, so you found them to be more of a welcome distraction than anything else.

Unfortunately, that still didn’t change the fact that at the end of the day, you were bone tired.

You had always been good at compartmentalizing. But though you tried your best to not let your slowly-building fatigue show, even your new employers could tell that you were being ran a bit ragged. Namjoon came to pick you up for a date one day, and all it took was one long look at you while you were trying to buckle your seatbelt for him to put the car in park and hustle you back upstairs instead, despite your protests. You thought that maybe he decided to forgo your movie plans for much more carnal activities, but once you were back inside your apartment, he sprawled himself onto your couch and reached for you. You were confused, but when you reflexively took his hand, he simply pulled you down with him and easily folded you into his body.

God, he smelled good. And was comfortable and warm, so it didn’t take long for you to nod off, despite only being fifteen minutes into whatever Netflix movie he had put on. Namjoon spent his scheduled date letting you snore into his chest, and when you woke up hours later, groggy and discombobulated, you found him already gone and a blanket thrown over you.

It didn’t take a genius to realize he must have said something to his brothers. The next day, seemingly out of the blue, you got an email notification that Wendy, Seokjin’s assistant, had canceled an upcoming work lunch that had been on the calendar for weeks. (You highly doubted the lunch itself was canceled—just that Jin had decided to go alone.) And you were so used to Taehyung’s frequent visits that when he didn’t stop by for four days in a row, it became blatantly obvious that something was amiss.

They were giving you space.

But if you were honest, though you appreciated the sudden breathing room in your schedule, all of them suddenly pulling out of the arrangement was making you uneasy. This was a job, after all, and you weren’t fully holding up your end of the bargain. Hell, the week before had been your period, so you hadn’t slept with any of them then, either. And, considering the fact that all three Kims were set to go on an overseas business trip soon, the amount of leave you were inadvertently taking was quickly adding up.

You needed this money. You needed this money, this was not what they agreed to, and you were nervous you were starting to frustrate them.

To their credit, none of them ever seemed to be. Early on, when your period made its first appearance as the perpetual wrench in your plans, Seokjin had casually informed you that he was totally fine with just putting a towel down. However, when he saw you weren’t nearly as enthused with the idea, he simply gave you an easy shrug and said, “Then take whatever time you need.” His brothers had been equally as accommodating, and have been ever since (though Taehyung sometimes still liked to playfully pout at you when you told him Aunt Flo was in town).

But the fact was, you ultimately weren’t holding up your end of the bargain, and that knowledge was constantly hovering in the back of your mind and making you a bit anxious. That was why, days before he was scheduled to leave for his three week business trip, you took initiative and asked Taehyung if he wanted to come over.

Both Seokjin and Namjoon had already graciously canceled their standing appointments with you for the second week in a row, but Taehyung had never had a standing appointment. He was always much more spontaneous than his brothers, and that personality trait was no different when it came to you, so that’s what you were counting on.

[1:32] Hey! Did you want to come over tomorrow? [1:32] Or later today, I guess

Despite it being so late, Tae apparently hadn’t gone to bed yet. He was a bit of a night owl, like you.

Taehyung [1:34] Well hello~ Taehyung [1:34] So nice to hear from you, sweetcheeks. How’s it been going? [1:35] Sweetcheeks, Taehyung? Really? Taehyung [1:35] What? They’ve always looked pretty sweet to me 😌👀

You scoffed, amused and fond. Always an incorrigible flirt, that one.

[1:35] Yeah, okay lol [1:36] So if they’re so sweet, what are you gonna do about it?

A pause, one slightly too long for someone whose phone was in their hand and had been actively responding to you only moments before. You knew you had him even before his reply finally came through.

Taehyung [1:37] What time?

The next day, you focused on getting as much of your work done as you could before the hard stop of when you knew you had to start getting ready. You took a long shower, letting the hot water relax your stiff muscles before carefully maneuvering into the lingerie that was still prettily packaged in the bag from the boutique you got it from, untouched on the floor of your closet since you bought it.

You hadn’t seen him a while, so it only made sense to you to make things a little more exciting than usual. Spice it up. Honestly, sex with Taehyung was always anything with boring, but the thigh-highs you slipped into were just as much for you as him. You had been so focused on your studies that you couldn’t remember the last time you wore anything other than court-approved suits, sweatpants, or pajamas. It would be nice to feel something other than just tired again. To feel desired. Sexy.

And even you could admit the outfit you had chosen was sexy. A crimson, lacy bodysuit thing that did little to obscure the dusk of your nipples and disappeared between your asscheeks. The matching thigh-highs, joined with garters. You even had a pair of heels that you planned to wear—ones that made your legs look a mile long, but hurt like a bitch every time you attempted to wear them out. Despite their shortcomings, you were willing to slip on the deathtraps because luckily, for this particular occasion, you wouldn’t have to go anywhere in them, nor would they stay on you for very long.

You were even planning on putting on a little makeup, on properly doing your hair for the first time in weeks and giving the bun you had been sporting a rest. However, all it took was a knock on your door to put an end to all those extras.

You frowned at the sound and padded over to your front door, happy you had already thrown on one of your law school hoodies to keep yourself warm until the festivities properly started. The sight of a familiar man through the peephole, hands resting comfortably in his slacks, threw you off.

Automatically, your hands were disengaging all the locks, were swinging the door open. “You’re early—”

Whatever words you had next immediately dissipated on your tongue. Taehyung was there, but he apparently came with company. Your mind whirred, trying to come up with a perfectly logical reason for why all three Kim brothers were at your doorstep right now.

“Your hair,” you blurted, your scrambled brain latching onto the easiest subject first.

“Hmm?” Taehyung ruffled his newly dyed locks, the onyx hue a stark difference from the silver you were used to. “Oh yeah, I guess I haven’t seen you all week. My dad wanted me to dye it to a more ‘appropriate’ color before the conference. But whatever—it was time for a change, anyway. And this will be much easier to upkeep.”

You could only continue to stare at him as he spoke, your eyes naturally drifting over his shoulder at your additional visitors.

All three of them were dressed pretty casually, which was normal for Taehyung and Namjoon, but less so for Seokjin when not in the comfort of his own home. The soft pink of his sweatsuit was a stark contrast to the sharp intelligence of his eyes, and he met your gaze for only a few seconds before he was turning to meet Namjoon’s instead, a pinch in his brow.

Taehyung spoke again before either of them could say anything. “You gonna keep us out here?” he teased, casually leaning against the doorframe.

That finally jumpstarted you out of your haze, scrambling to move out of the way and gesture them inside. “Yes, of course. Come in!” Before your nosy neighbor caught them and assumed you were slutting it up.

(She would technically be right, but still. It was the principle. Your life was none of that judgy old shrew’s business.)

Tae strolled in like he always did—like he owned the place—but you noticed his brothers’ strides seemed a bit more hesitant than the confidence you were usually witness to. Namjoon’s mouth was slightly pursed in the way you’d long learned meant he was thinking. Why did they seem as confused as you did?

“Hi,” you hedged anyway, a small, puzzled smile on your lips. “It’s been a while. Sorry if I’m acting weird—I just wasn’t expecting you, so I’m a little thrown off.”

Understanding immediately crossed Seokjin’s features, but you only got a second to see it before he was whipping towards his youngest brother, appalled.

Namjoon was looking at him too, clearly irritated. “Are you serious, Taehyung?”

“What?” you asked, gaze flitting between the three of them in hope of finding some sort of clarity.

“You never asked her?” Seokjin snapped.

“You know that’s not cool, man,” Namjoon sighed, an agitated hand running though blond locks.

Why were they standing in your hallway and having whole conversations in front of you like you weren’t even there? “Never asked me what?” you cut in bemusedly, a little louder than you intended. It worked, at least, all three men immediately turning back to you.

Taehyung, for his part, looked properly contrite, cringing a little at the exasperation in your voice. “I’m sorry,” he told the room before placing his attention solidly back on you. His eyes were soft and sincere. “It truly slipped my mind, and I’m sorry, _____. I didn’t think.”

“When do you ever?” Seokjin snarked, but you ignored him, focused solely on Taehyung.

“What, Tae?” you encouraged gently. “What are you sorry for?”

It was clear from the hunch of his shoulders that he felt bad. “Um…”

“He invited us to come with him to meet you today,” Namjoon supplied. He gave his little brother a disappointed shake of his head. “But that’s not a decision for him to make. Is it, Tae.”

“I just knew that none of us have seen her in a while,” Tae whined. “And _____, when you reached out yesterday, I figured it would be the perfect opportunity since we’re about to leave the country for a few weeks.”

“I should have known better,” Seokjin muttered below his breath, looking heavenward in his annoyance. “I’m really sorry about this, _____. You never marked group activities as a no and I assumed Taehyung actually asked you like an adult, so I thought you were on board. I can leave.”

You blinked, still trying to grasp what was going on. “You were…trying to share your time?” you asked Taehyung slowly.

He nodded meekly. “I don’t mind sharing,” came his honest answer.

“But does she,” Seokjin scoffed, rubbing his temples in irritation. “That’s the only thing that matters. And to think otherwise is just selfish, Taehyung.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” The words left your lips before your brain could even register them, likely spurred on by how the increasingly chastened expression on Taehyung’s face. The three of them looked at you in surprise.

“It’s okay?” Namjoon parroted, an eyebrow raised in question.

You swallowed, mind racing to actually consider the consequences of what your mouth had just offered. But your nod of confirmation came almost immediately, because you knew Taehyung had never been trying to trap you. One of the qualities that simply made him him was his spontaneity, and while that made him fun and interesting to be around, it also was a double-edged sword that could easily make you end up in situations like this.

Tae knew none of them had seen you in a while, he knew they were soon going to jet out of the country, and had simply been trying to be nice in inviting his brothers along. He didn’t mean any harm.

“It’s okay,” you repeated, giving him a reassuring smile that visibly loosened some of the tension in his body. “You can all stay.”

The words settled between the four of you, heavy in the resulting quiet. Teeming with implication. You still weren’t completely sure what you were agreeing to, but what you did know was that you were going to need something to help stave off the nerves slowly bubbling beneath your skin. You cleared your throat, turning to make your way to the kitchen. “I think I need a drink.”

You didn’t glance back at them, but you could still feel them trailing you. Feel the heat of their gaze, and even the distinct heat of a body against your back, only a whisper away. Instead, you busied yourself with rooting around in your pantry and pulling out a handle of tequila.

“This for me?” hummed a familiar velvety voice, close enough for you to easily deduce who had invited himself into your space so intimately. Taehyung.

You looked over your shoulder at him, immediately frozen with what you saw. His eyes were blatantly trailing your figure, undeterred by the obstacle of your sweatshirt and easily roving your stockinged legs and feet. A dangerous smirk crawled across his face that had a delighted shiver racing down your spine in anticipation. “What?” came your stupefied reply.

“This.” His gaze lingered on your toes, but quickly rose so he could playfully flick the zipper of your sweatshirt. “Whatever you’ve got on under there. Is it for me?”

Heat licked between your thighs at his deceptively light tone. At the way he was looking at you. “No,” you sniffed. Not wanting to give in just yet. “Just something I wear around the house.”

“Well, it’s nice,” came another voice, and you were instantly reminded of your other guests. Namjoon was leaning against an adjacent counter, eyes dark. “You never wear stuff like this for me—Taehyung must be your favorite.”

Startled despite his teasing tone, your hands flew up in protest. “N-No, it’s not that—”

“Of course I’m the favorite,” Tae sassed, throwing you a wink. “It’s okay to admit it, _____. We all know!”

There was an almost immediate snort from behind you. Technically quiet enough to go unnoticed, but full of just enough derision that Taehyung’s proverbial hackles raised at the very sound of it. His head whipped to the source.

Jin looked deceptively bored, meeting his youngest brother’s glower with a flat stare. A single lifted eyebrow said everything his mouth deigned not worth the effort. What?

Tae scowled at his brother’s obvious disdain, but then, after a few moments, he simply shot an exhale from his nose and shook his head. “You’re clearly goading me,” he chuckled. “But you know what? It’s not gonna work this time. If you’re gonna be a jackass, you can just go.”

“I think you’re vastly overestimating your importance in this situation,” Seokjin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “But what else is new.”

“Guys,” Namjoon sighed, holding up pacifying hands in an attempt to ward off the rising tension.

You observed the whole exchange silently, still too off-kilter from the situation you’d suddenly found yourself in to do much more than look from brother to brother as if you were watching a tennis match.

This was only the second time the four of you had all been in the same room—with the first being your original meeting discussing the contract. Well, technically third, if you counted that party Taehyung took you to so many months ago—the one that rerouted your life onto this much more interesting path. But the three of them hadn’t really mingled then, so you had been left to speculate their group dynamic.

Now, though, you were starting to suspect your inklings were true.

Seokjin, the oldest, with lots of responsibility and expectations always set on him. Taehyung, the spoiled youngest who grew up without any of the same restraints, but also without any of the same parental attention. And Namjoon, the calm, stereotypical middle child, the glue who held it all together. The forced peacemaker who made sure that any of his brothers’ unspoken resentment for each other never got too far out of line.

“The only person who can tell me to leave is _____,” Seokjin continued, the sound of your name immediately throwing you out of your thoughts. You straightened, unprepared to suddenly find yourself locking eyes with him and surprised at the intensity you found there. “And is that what you want, _____? Do you want me to leave?”

“No, of course not,” you blurted. You didn’t miss the smug look Jin threw his brother, nor the way Tae’s lips pursed in irritation, but you couldn’t really find it in you to care about any of that right now. With a steadying breath, you focused instead on shuffling over to another cabinet and pulling out a glass.

It was starting to hit you. You weren’t sure what in the hell was going on, what exactly it was you agreed to, but whatever it was, you now had all three of your lovers in your apartment at the same time. Respectful of you and your space, but still obviously ogling you—ravenous predators slowly and eagerly circling their next meal.

It all made your skin prickle in anticipation, the thrill of the unknown buzzing in your veins.

“Choo choo,” you muttered to yourself sarcastically, pouring a healthy amount of tequila into your cup.

Namjoon raised a brow. “What?”

“What?” you parroted immediately, startled that he had heard you.

“I just…nevermind, I thought you said something.”

“Oh. Uh, I was just wondering if any of you wanted any.”

“No, I’m okay. Thank you.”

“I’ll take some,” Tae piped up brightly, moving into your space before you could blink. Body a breath away as he reached over to you to pull his own cup from the cabinet. You froze at his proximity, unable to look away as he smirked down at you. “Choo choo,” he murmured with a wink.

Before you could react with anything more than a sharp gasp, he was pulling away again, reaching for the tequila bottle.

Jesus.

With a slightly unsteady hand, heart pumping furiously in your chest, you welcomed the burning liquid down your throat, sticking your cup out for Tae to pour you more once it was empty.

“So how have you all been?” you babbled, tone a little too high and strained to be casual. “It’s been so long, I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me. Or that you’d made other arrangements or something. I don’t think I’ve ever been paid to be stood up before, that’s kind of embarrassing—” A hand, warm and gentle, rested on your arm, and immediately, all coherent thought escaped your electrified body.

It was Seokjin, slowly rubbing what he likely thought were calming assurances, but only amping you up more. “She rambles when she’s nervous,” he informed his brothers, the small smile on his lips betraying his endearment.

“Aw, don’t be nervous, babe. I’ll take good care of you,” Taehyung cooed, effortlessly draining his glass and motioning towards yours. “Want another one?”

No, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea. The last thing you needed was something that could lower your gag reflex even more. Vomming all over them would certainly make for an interesting going away gift, but then they would most certainly ghost you for real.

You shook your head of the negative thoughts, timidly swiping a tongue over your suddenly very dry lips. “So how exactly is this going to work?”

“The way it’s always worked,” Tae reassured you with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s just you and me. The only difference is that they’re here too—but you don’t have to worry about that. I told them they could only watch.”

It took you a few moments to process that, your eyes silently roving over each of them and finding them all watching you right back. Ready, but waiting.

Look, don’t touch. Another interesting twist to a night that was already looking to be interesting.

“Is that okay?” Seokjin asked, clearly intending to follow your lead. Leaving the ball in your court. And another glance at the other two showed they obviously shared their older brother’s sentiments.

A memory flickered teasingly in the corner of your mind—the trepidation of being fucked in front of a window where anyone could see. The undeniable thrill that followed the thought of being watched.

You swallowed. “Yeah,” you finally replied. “If…you want to.”

“Do you want us to?” Namjoon pressed sternly, refusing to let go of your gaze. Communication, he always insisted. Solid consent, or no consent at all. Yes or no.

All three stared at you. You shifted under their attention, a bit out of your element, but ultimately sure. “Yes,” you breathed.

“Okay,” Namjoon simply replied with an approving nod. With a pleased smile that brought forth dimpled cheeks. But then he shifted towards you more, and the slight change in his stance seemed to completely change his demeanor. His intention. “What’s your safeword?”

You knew he knew it; knew he knew you did as well. The two of you had been together enough times for a rhythm to between you to form, so this repeating of superfluous information was likely solely for his brothers’ benefits.

“Cinnamon.”

“And if you can’t say it?”

“Tap you 3 times.”

“Good.”

“Safeword?” Taehyung chuckled incredulously, eyes a little wide in surprise. “Well shit.”

“Yeah, and I know how to use it too, if you get out of line,” you teased, but your mind was already elsewhere. It didn’t matter that Tae was the one who would be actively playing with you today—you had spent enough time with Namjoon that you had apparently been conditioned. The blond had asked you your safeword, you repeated it to him, and so the scene had officially started. All of your previous unease ebbed away as you couldn’t help but focus instead on what you were all here for.

Carefully, you set your glass down on the counter and moved to exit the kitchen, brushing against Taehyung on your way out and shooting a pointed look at him over your shoulder. “You ready?”

“Baby, you know I’m always ready,” he purred, jolted into action and eagerly trailing down the hallway after you. “I’ve just been waiting on you.”

You didn’t bother to turn to see if the others were following you. You knew they were, their very presence somehow making the hallway feel like it was shrinking, overstuffed. Still, you tried not to let that unnerve you, continuing on with purpose until you made it to your destination and were hovering awkwardly next to your bed.

They all filed into the room, one by one, and you bit your lip, fully out of your element. Three handsome men had allowed you to lure them here, but now that they were? You had no idea what your next move was supposed to be.

Luckily for you, Tae was more than happy to take initiative, immediately slinking up to your side and waggling his eyebrows suggestively. The gesture was so ridiculous that you couldn’t help but snort, and he simply grinned, pleased with himself for lessening your nerves, even if only a little. He reached for you without a second thought and you let him, eager to fall into more familiar territory.

Taehyung’s large hands smoothed over your hips, your ass with clear familiarity. A finger curled under the top of your thigh highs, lightly snapping the elastic against your skin. “You really did this is for me, huh?”

The dark look in his eye had the breath catching in your throat. “Shut up,” you scoffed unconvincingly.

He tsked, the wicked curl of his lips ruining any illusion of disappointment. “You know I like it when you’re mean to me.”

You could only blink in response. You hadn’t known that. Was he serious? Was this another level to his subjugation, or was he just pulling your leg?

Before your brain had the opportunity to come up with a proper retort, Tae was reaching out a finger to tap the zipper of your sweatshirt, gaze focused on its slow, teasing sway. “So.”

Your brow lifted, an unspoken prompting.

The swinging zipper almost slowed to a stop, and when he reached out this time, it was to lightly run his thumb over the metal, to slowly roll it between his fingers. You swallowed, the anticipation of what you knew to be coming only adding to the charged silence between you. Distractedly, the tip of his tongue swiped across his lips, drawing your gaze. “You invited me to play,” he finally continued, voice honeyed amber. Crushed velvet.

As if he hadn’t been playing with you from the moment he entered your apartment. You tilted your head anyway—an invitation and a challenge. “Then let’s play.”

A small smile touched his lips, clearly pleased that his teasing invoked yours. But he didn’t say anything else, his response simply to finally guide the zipper down its track. Leisurely, unwrapping you like a present and delighting in the underneath.

And you had technically dressed yourself to be one, so you let him. Let him take his time so he could fully appreciate the swell of your breasts, the purposeful, flirty peek of your nipples through the scarlet lace. You wished you had had the time to properly do your hair and makeup and slip on the heels you had set aside just for the occasion so he could get your full intended effect, but your less than perfect appearance didn’t seem to dissuade Taehyung at all. No, he simply slid his hands under the fabric when he finally got impatient enough—fingers light and palms warm—and pushed the sweatshirt off your shoulders with eyes that were all pupil. His hungry gaze carefully roved your form, a lingering path from head to toe that made your skin tingle in its wake.

His lips parted, tongue giving them another distracted swipe, and then he finally moved again, making his way to your dresser. Now that his broad form wasn’t blocking your view of the rest of the room, you were quickly reminded of the room’s other occupants. Seokjin and Namjoon still hovered near the doorway, quiet, but obviously also drinking in the sight of you now that they could see you properly. Your breath caught, not used to having so much obvious desire directed at you, the air so thick with it you could practically taste it, heady and syrupy.

A light scraping sound regained your attention, and when you turned your head, you realized Taehyung had pulled open a particular drawer—one that he had quickly became familiar with since the start of your arrangement. He pulled out the lube he was looking for, but was much more interested in something else in there, if the mischievous look on his face was any indicator. “What’s this?” he asked, mouth a delighted box, and before you could chastise him about going through your things without permission, he was already pulling out your wand vibrator. “You got a new toy?”

“It’s not new,” you huffed, slightly embarrassed despite everything. “I just usually keep it in the shower.”

You saw his Adam’s apple dip at that information. Saw the wheels turning behind his eyes before he was quickly shutting the drawer and headed towards the bed with his loot in hand. He sat on the edge and eagerly motioned for you to follow.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously at the vibrator he had neglected to put away, but Taehyung just reached for your hand and gently pulled you towards him until you were close enough for him to properly guide onto his lap. “Don’t be like that,” he murmured against your neck, his hot breath against the skin inciting a shiver to run through you. “Gotta prep you for the show.”

Ah yes, the show. He had faced you away from him, so now it was impossible for you to forget your captive audience. At some point, Seokjin had pulled your office chair away from your desk, and now he was lounging across the room, in direct view of the bed. His legs were comfortably spread, almost as if it was an open invitation for you to crawl onto his lap instead. Namjoon, on the other hand, was casually leaning against the desk, arms crossed. Eyes dark.

Lips trailed up your neck, quickly regaining your attention. Taehyung pressed slow kisses into the sensitive skin, humming contentedly when you tilted your head to give him better access. His hands dragged up and down your stockinged legs, his exploration only pausing to playfully snap the garter at your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, heat thrumming through your veins at the action. You felt him smirk, and then he was tactfully lifting your legs by the knees and hooking them around his own one by one. Easily spreading your thighs by widening his own.

Easily revealing to your unsuspecting employers that your lingerie was crotchless.

The sudden display of your pussy had an immediate effect on the room, though no one said a word. The air was so charged with crackling energy that you shivered, almost breaking out in goosebumps at the onslaught of blatant desire. This close, it was quite easy for you to hear how Tae’s breath hitched, quite easy to interpret the excitement of his fingers, still compulsively tracing over the pattern of your stockings like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. Inexplicably, you still found yourself feeling a bit shy at the salacious attention you intentionally brought upon yourself, gaze darting to the floor for a few seconds before you finally chanced a look at the other two from beneath your lashes. Seokjin was busy unabashedly staring at your spread pussy, Adam’s apple bobbing, but Namjoon was unabashedly staring at you, your heart pounding when you locked eyes.

The spell was only broken when an impatient hand guided your head to the side, Taehyung demanding your full attention. After lapping against your pulse one last time, his mouth promptly switched course to your own, the kiss sweet, but decidedly sloppy due to the angle. In any case, it was easy to quickly lose yourself in the warmth of his lips—at this point, it was all practically reflex—and you were so engrossed in the ebb of his tongue that you completely missed the rather foreboding buzzing in the room until something was being purposefully pressed against the most sensitive part of you.

“Shit,” you gasped, jerking in his hold. But it didn’t matter, because Tae’s other hand was gripping tight at your thigh, ensuring you could do nothing but squirm in his lap, breath quickening in anticipation.

“Hm?” came his casual response. You knew from experience that he only had your vibrator on the first or second level, but the way his restless fingers still plucked at your stockings told you he was nowhere near done with you. Let’s play you had teased, and he clearly intended to do just that.

Before your thoughts could linger too long on how intense this night was likely going to be, the vibrator was shifted slightly to the side, resting momentarily on your thigh so Taehyung could reach for the bottle of lube and give it a generous squeeze.

“What’s your plan?” you breathed, the question inane even to your own ears. But the words escaped you before you could even properly process them, needing to say something in an effort to distract yourself from the muted vibrations that were still trickling up your leg to your core.

Tae let out an amused exhale, clearly not fooled by your feigned nonchalance. He humored you anyway, despite your very obvious failings to suppress a shiver. “Gotta prep you,” he answered huskily, busy warming the lube with his fingers and making them visibly slick in the process.

You only had one moment—two—before you felt him sliding a finger across the seam of you. Slowly dragging the digit up from your entrance to your clit, ghosting over the bundle of nerves just enough to make your breath catch, then drifting his way back down again.

“Don’t tease,” you murmured.

That earned you a chuckle in response. “Don’t you think you’re the one being the tease here? Texting out of the blue and wearing this—”another snap of your garter against your thigh, to punctuate his point—“when you knew damn well it would drive me crazy?”

“I don’t know. Sounds like I was being pretty direct to me.”

Another chuckle. “Fair.” And without further preamble, he slipped a finger in you, your relief leaving you in a shuddery exhale. “That better?”

“M-Much.”

“How about this?”

Another finger, plunging into your willing heat and making another relieved sigh escape you at the stretch. “We’re getting there.”

You didn’t have to be able to see him to know he was grinning, always one to be entertained by the easy banter between you. Tae didn't say anything, his response better communicated by a scrape of his teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck, settling to suck on your pulse point.

You didn’t bother hiding your shiver this time, unconsciously slumping further against him, hips reflexively jerking forward to pull him in deeper.

Taehyung added a third finger, snapping and scissoring and pressing and curling. Seducing your body’s natural resistance until you really started to betray your need, hips canting greedily towards his thrusts, whines erupting from your throat.

“You’re enjoying this already, baby?” Tae cooed, delighted by how responsive you were being. “I’ve barely done anything.”

You just nodded distractedly, the familiar warmth that was building in your core and creeping down your legs making it hard to think about anything else. Still, you couldn’t help your gaze being drawn to the other occupants of the room, who seemed to be frozen in time, dutifully having not moved from their posts. Completely enraptured by the way their brother meticulously worked you open.

Tae breathed hot into the shell of your ear. “You like it when they watch you?” came his knowing whisper, a nip against the cartilage punctuating his point. “Like for them to see how good I make you feel? Hmmm? What if we show them how good you take this dick?”

Your pussy fluttered. Tae cussed under his breath, teased with the wet, pulsing grip of you and falling deeper into his own fantasy. “Fuckkk, you’re dripping all over my hand, baby. I would probably just slide right in, wouldn’t I?”

“Yesss,” you moaned. “I can take it, baby.”

“I know you can. With this perfect fucking pussy. But what if we played some more? Got you nice and juicy for me?”

“I’m always juicy,” you sassed back, but any more retorts died on your tongue when you saw him reach again for the momentarily forgotten vibrator.

Tae’s arms circled around you, his chin slotting into the crook of your neck so he could get a better look of what he intended to do. The vibrator was turned up from its low rumble and pressed unceremoniously against you, and you yelped, jolting in his hold. It was too much, and you couldn’t help but writhe against him. Still, you welcomed the sudden intensity, desperate whines freely escaping you as you hurtled toward your peak. Tae only fingered you faster in response, the undoubtedly sloppy sounds drowned out by the vibrator. “I could slide right in, but I won’t cause it’s much more fun this way. Especially since we haven’t seen each other in a while. More fun for everybody if take our time, right, baby? So how about you cum on my fingers first, and then you can pick everywhere else on me you’d like to cum?”

You could only moan freely, just like how Tae liked. If you weren’t so distracted by the way he was fucking stars behind your eyelids, you would have noticed just how affected your spectators were becoming at your display. The shifting, the subtle rubbing over pants.

But as it were, you were completely preoccupied by your swift descent into madness, your hand desperately scrabbling for purchase before ultimately rooting itself in the hair at Taehyung’s nape to await your rapidly approaching release. Because at this point, your orgasm was inevitable, your thighs quivering with the sheer force of it, every atom of you hyper-focused on achieving that satisfying end goal.

Until the sudden sound of a certain voice knocked you out of your trance.

“Stop.”

You jolted as if touching a live wire, hand immediately wrapping around Taehyung’s wrist like a vice and yanking the vibrator away from you.

For a few moments, the room was silent, save the rumble of the toy and your heavy breathing. But Taehyung was too baffled to let what just happened slide. “What’s the matter?”

You nervously licked your lips, too frozen in Namjoon’s dark stare to answer his younger brother.

“You know better,” came the blond’s low admonishment, Seokjin turning to look at him in bewilderment.

And you did know better—when you were with Namjoon, you were not allowed to cum without his express permission. It was a game the two of you played that you often lost, despite your valiant efforts. It just never occurred to you that you would still be expected to play in Namjoon’s general presence, whether he was the one touching you or not.

Jittery with your aborted orgasm and nervous excitement, you looked away, your eyes automatically averted submissively to the floor in a last effort to assuage him. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you replied softly.

“Daddy?” Taehyung repeated incredulously. “What the fuck?” In his confusion, his hold on you slackened, and, nervous he wouldn’t take the hint otherwise, you used the opportunity to shift his fingers out of you and stumble forward on wobbly legs.

“Take your clothes off,” was your reply, breath labored and skin already veiled in a light sheen of sweat. You needed to distract him from asking too many questions right now. Needed to distract yourself from just how strongly your body was begging to fall apart.

Tae was still confused, but he didn’t need to be told twice. Off came his button-down shirt, each button popped open just roughly enough that you were surprised none of them ended up scattered across the floor in his haste. Off came his slacks, unzipped and then easily slipped down his slim hips. He paused when reaching for his underwear though, eyes narrowing at something behind you.

You didn’t even get the chance to turn around to investigate what had caught his attention before you felt it—the distinct feeling of someone hovering in your space, close enough you could feel his body heat radiating against you.

“Hey sweetheart,” came a familiar husky voice, goosebumps rippling across your body at the feel of Seokjin’s hot breath ghosting up your neck. “Can I touch you?”

“Hey,” Tae scowled.

“_____?” Jin interrupted, still only millimeters away. A whisper away, but never touching, waiting for the only permission he truly needed—yours. Not Taehyung’s.

Without a second thought, you leaned back against him, delighting in the feel of his body slotting so naturally into yours. “Yes,” you breathed, pressing your ass further into what could only be the hard jut of his cock.

Soft, plush lips trailed up your neck instantly, large hands sliding over your hips and around your waist. You immediately melted into him, your body well-trained and eager for the pleasure it knew those lips and hands would deliver.

“This wasn’t the deal,” Tae huffed, eyebrows scrunched in irritation as he finally slid off his boxer briefs. Drawn like a magnet, your eyes fell to the bounce of his freed cock, tip already shiny with precum.

Seokjin tutted distractedly, too busy nibbling along your jaw to give his youngest brother much attention. “You need to learn to share, Taehyung. The rest of society learned that concept when we were toddlers.”

“Whatever,” Tae grumbled, clearly not happy with the way the night was turning out. He only allowed his brother a few more seconds to have his way with you before he was reaching for your hands and walking you back towards the bed.

You gasped in surprise when the world was suddenly off-kilter, your hands reflexively scrambling to hold onto Tae for balance, but it was only when the two of you landed on the mattress that you realized he had purposely tipped you into him, your chests flush.

“Really, Taehyung?” you laughed, now conveniently in his embrace instead of Seokjin’s.

Tae just grinned in response, so close that his nose brushed yours. Cheekily, his hands worked the flesh of your behind.

“I’ve been wondering where those have been coming from,” you heard Seokjin say behind you, and your face heated up in realization of what he was talking about, once again shy to be so on display and open for scrutiny. You had forgotten how mottled the skin of your ass still looked, and it was a little embarrassing to be called out on it. Time apart meant the bruises were near the end of their healing stage, but though you no longer sported marks of potentially alarming colors, their faded remnants still branded you in the distinct shape of a hand.

“If you were wondering, why didn’t you ask,” you countered, tucking your face in Tae’s neck to help hide your flustered state.

“Because that’s rude,” Jin answered easily, his own hand reaching over to gently smooth over the discolored skin. “And it’s really none of my business.”

“I think they’re pretty,” Taehyung cut in from below you. This close, you could feel the rumble of his declaration, could feel the heat of his stare. Of his want.

“So do I.”

A different voice, one that made an undeniably eager shiver run through you. Slowly, you lifted your head and turned, and there was Namjoon, still standing across from the bed, eyes all pupil.

The way he was looking at you…desire rippled through your whole body in response, your next words leaving your lips before you could even process them.

“Are you going to touch me too, Daddy?”

The room was quiet, the question marinating long enough that the air became thick and heavy with the resulting tension. Just when you thought you might suffocate, Namjoon finally tilted his head. Slowly—a predator locked in on prey, playing with his meal simply for his own amusement—he stalked closer to the bed. He walked past Seokjin and made it all the way to the foot of the mattress, close enough to touch you if he so pleased.

The burn of his gaze was somehow stronger now that he was closer, a palpable energy that drew you like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t help but scramble upright when he was finally right in front of you, clambering to your knees despite Tae’s clear reluctance to let you go.

“Do you want me to?” Namjoon asked passively. He looked down at you, seemingly unimpressed by how eagerly you knelt on the mattress, just waiting for him to join you on it. “You already have enough people taking care of you. Are you really that greedy?”

“Yes,” you shivered, the action involuntary but wanting. “Want you too, Daddy.”

“Hm.” The single syllable was dismissive, but your previous time spent with Namjoon had taught you not to take that at face value. That you had to have patience, that if you simply waited him out, you would always eventually get what you wanted.

As if proving your point, Namjoon silently considered you for a few more seconds before his eyebrow finally raised in challenge. “Open,” he demanded.

Your jaw dropped instantly, tongue out, and he smiled, pleased at your obedient response.

You weren’t sure you had the energy to be bratty to him today when his brothers were still in the mix too.

“Good,” Namjoon cooed, all dimples and boy next door. The boy next door who firmly grasped your chin, lifting your head a little and leaning down. But though your eyelashes fluttered in preparation for the slot of his mouth against yours, it never came. Namjoon paused, slanted eyes quietly observing you, then spit in your open mouth instead.

“Jesus,” came Taehyung’s awed reply from behind you, but you were too busy trying not to whimper, thighs squeezing together with sudden want. Namjoon hadn’t told you you could swallow, so you didn’t, drool starting to collect until it overflowed and dribbled down your jaw.

“Very good,” Namjoon murmured, and this time, he did lean down to kiss you, all wet and sloppy. You eagerly pushed further into his space, blood thrumming with your need for more, but he pulled away before you could get too carried away. He cleared his throat, lips pink and spit-slicked. “Gonna keep being a good girl for us today?”

You immediately nodded, a thrill going through you at the way the action rapidly made his expression steel over. He tsked condescendingly. “Now, now, you know better than to not speak when spoken to.”

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Well, that definitely answers the mystery bruises.” It was Seokjin, now behind you. Somehow you hadn’t noticed him discard his shirt and climb onto the bed, too caught in Namjoon’s spell. You felt his hands drifting across your waist again, roaming up to cup your breasts and lightly pinch at your nipples through the lace. You whimpered, arching eagerly into his touch.

“Oh come on,” Taehyung whined. A turn of your head produced him, naked and sulking in the middle of the bed. “It was supposed to be my turn.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his cute pout, dutifully extracting yourself from Jin’s hold to crawl your way towards the youngest brother. “Don’t worry, baby. I know how to multitask.”

He greedily grabbed you as soon as you were in reach, holding you tight to his chest and plopping back onto the bed so you were once again on top of him, knees straddling his hips. You giggled again at his antics, flattered by his sudden possessiveness, and Tae playfully nipped at your collarbone in retaliation.

The bed dipped behind you, and then there was Seokjin again, undeterred by Tae’s petulant behavior. “Not only are you bad at sharing, but you’re only thinking about yourself,” he scoffed, grabbing your hips without preamble. “What about _____?”

Taehyung immediately bristled beneath you.

“It’s okay,” you tried to reassure, but before you could properly defend him, you suddenly found yourself face down and ass up, the sudden appearance of a tongue swiping through your slit rendering you shuddery and brain dead. “Fuck. Jin—”

You felt Seokjin’s smirk against you. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said huskily, hot breath ghosting over your most private of parts. “Couldn’t help myself. You dressed my meal up so pretty.”

That was fair, you supposed. That he made proper use of the easy access your lingerie provided, that he gave himself the opportunity to admire the tiny lacy hearts on your garter belt up close. But Seokjin didn’t allow himself to preen for very long, his focus immediately turning back to the task at hand. Laving hot and slow, your whole body tingling down to your toes.

Unconsciously, you pushed back further into his face, and Jin hummed approvingly, massaging your asscheeks, large hands spreading them apart so he could get as close to you as humanly possible. His enthusiasm has always been so fucking sexy, and you knew he wasn’t playing it up for theatrics when the slurping sounds started. You were that turned on, still frustrated from being led to the edge of the proverbial cliff and not allowed to jump, and Seokjin was more than happy to help himself to the honey he was coaxing from between your thighs.

A haze was starting to take over you, completely focused on how good he was eating you out, on how hot you were, sweat and desire prickling your skin. Your hips mindlessly circling while you vaguely tried not to drool on Taehyung’s chest.

Not that Tae seemed to mind much, hands idly roaming whatever stretch of skin he could touch, content to watch how your expression twisted and eyes glazed over as lust easily towed you under.

Seokjin pulled back a bit, chuckling at your whines of protest when he did so. But the familiar click of a top being popped open shut you up, lifting your head and looking over your shoulder to confirm your suspicions. The lube was a bit cold when it hit your asshole, and Jin wasn’t shy with the amount he squeezed out. His eyes were completely blown, enraptured by its slow decent, watching the lube trail through your pubic hair and down your slit. A distracted tongue swept across his lips, completely focused on sliding his fingers through the slick and making everything somehow even more wet.

You shivered at his touch, thighs twitching as his long fingers smoothed the lube over your bundle of nerves in sure, purposeful circles. He leaned in again, tongue blazing a hot, meandering trail up the inside of your thigh and giving the sensitive skin there a playful nip before his fervent licks returned. Tongue slipping down to caress your clit, wandering back up to dip into your throbbing cunt, and dragging back down again.

It was on one of these passes that Seokjin accidentally drifted a bit too high, your undulating hips causing him to lap over your asshole instead. You moaned, loud, and he immediately froze.

It was clear neither of you had been expecting that reaction. But while you could only describe the look on his face as light surprise, you couldn’t help but duck your head in embarrassment.

“What’s the matter?” Taehyung breathed into your hair, wondering what halted the activities.

You weren’t really sure what to say, now embarrassed by your embarrassment. But it turned out you didn’t have to say anything, Seokjin curiously testing the waters by leaning in and placing a chaste kiss against your rim. When you didn’t do anything but suck in a breath, his tongue dipped out again for a tentative lick. You shuddered, ass reflexively bucking towards him instead of pulling away, and that was all the confirmation he needed. His hands palmed your asscheeks again, spreading them open to give himself more room to press his tongue against you more confidently, and you trembled in response.

It was a foreign sensation, but not bad. You technically hadn’t marked this as a no when signing your contract, but it never even crossed your mind that getting your booty ate would be a very real possibility. You weren’t against assplay per se—you simply had never experienced it before. And never in a million years would you have expected it to feel like this.

“Mmmm, that’s good,” you couldn’t help but whimper. Electricity licked up your spine when his sloppy tongue slowly circled around the tight ring of muscle. Unbidden, your hand reached back, gliding through his hair before rooting itself and pulling in an attempt to get him impossibly closer to you.

Seokjin hummed approvingly at the your enthusiasm, the sound almost sounding like he was blowing bubbles with the way you were now shoving his face between your asscheeks. Leaning somehow further into it, he ate you out with a vigor that told you he was clearly pleased you were using him to get yourself off. You melted into his ministrations, a whine falling from your lips when he gently slipped his sinful tongue inside you, the foreign feeling making your toes curl in unexpected pleasure.

You were getting worked up. With nothing more than his mouth, Seokjin was easily restoking the blazing fire within you that only minutes before had been forced to embers. You were getting worked up, and the more you moaned and gyrated against him, the more Taehyung’s fingers twitched restlessly against your skin. If you had been in your right mind, you would have noticed his rising agitation and wouldn’t have been surprised when he suddenly grabbed you by the backs of your thighs and pulled you away from his brother. Instead, you blinked at him dazedly, pelvises flush after momentum had you inadvertently scooting further up his body.

“I’ve shared enough,” he growled, irritated. “It’s my turn now.” Another pull, and you were back on his lap, his leaking erection grinding pointedly against your slick folds. “C’mere, baby—fucking sit it on it.”

You were dazed, already pretty fucked out even though things were just getting started. The constant influx of pleasure was striking all your coherent thought, unable to understand anything other than finally being able to cross the finish line. And you knew from experience that Taehyung’s massive dick was a great way to get there, so you didn’t mind at all when he continued to maneuver you as he pleased, large hands canting your hips at a proper angle to receive him.

Your breath hitched when he finally sunk into your fervid body. You were so turned on and wet at that point that it didn’t hurt the slightest, but he was so big that the very pressure of him forcing your walls apart caused your eyes to roll back in your head, your nails pressing crescent moons into the caramel of his skin. “Ungh—”

“Shit,” Tae groaned, fingers tightening on your thighs at the wet grip of you. “Feel so fucking good, baby. Always so fucking good.”

He was buried balls deep, too on edge to give you any more than a few seconds to adjust before he was bucking wildly into you, easily scraping against your spongy nerves with every unforgiving stroke. You couldn’t do much more than take it, unfiltered moans readily escaping you. Hot and low, like they were generated deep in your pussy and Taehyung was hard at work fucking them up and out of your mouth.

You were so worked up at this point that you knew you weren’t going to last much longer, your walls tightening more and more by the second, your whole body trembling in preparation of the inevitable.

“_____,” Namjoon snapped.

It took some effort to lift your head from where you had buried it in Tae’s neck, startled into blearily looking up to meet the middle brother’s steely gaze. Your mind raced, flustered and trying to understand how you had somehow forgotten about him. When his lips curled with a whisper of a smirk, it instantly dawned on you that him fading into the background had been entirely by design.

Namjoon had allowed you to be distracted by his brothers. Had allowed them to have all the fun while he quietly watched your slow, uncontrollable descent into carnality. Because he knew that all he had to do was wait, and you would inevitably disobey him.

And then his fun would start.

You had played your part in his little game, cockily swaggered your way right into his trap with thigh highs and a smile. Too naive to notice that the situation had been rigged from the start, and now that everything was in motion, it was far too late to save yourself from your oncoming reckoning.

You were gasping, the pistoning of Taehyung’s cock setting all of your nerves alight and making it hard not to meet him thrust for thrust, trapped in meeting Namjoon’s stare through your wet lashes. He had moved to stand at the foot of the bed, close enough to touch, and he was the only person in the room who was still, bafflingly, fully-dressed.

“Please,” you babbled, too far gone to even know who your begging was directed towards. “Please, I—” Your body spazzed violently, only contained by Tae’s bruising grip as he relentlessly continued to plow into you. “Ohhh godddd! Fuckkk—ah, ahhhh—”

Against your best efforts, your cunt locked down, hard. So hard you forgot to breathe, pleasure and relief finally flooding your veins as you stuffed your face into Tae’s neck to ride it out, bucking and whining and incoherent.

Taehyung made a loud, choked noise, the feeling of you pulsing around him throwing him further into his trance. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, fingers digging into your thighs punishingly. Drilling into you harder, your release heightening his desperation for his own. Biology making him single-minded, manic, even when you started to mewl in oversensitivity. “Squeezing me so tight. Cream me good, baby. Fuck.”

You continued to tremble, nothing more at this point than sparking nerve endings. Tae lifted his head a little to lick into your awaiting mouth, kissing you wet and wild and desperate while still plunging deep inside you.

But even though you did nothing to attempt to control the torrent of whines freely spilling from your tongue, in the back of your mind, you still had the good sense to be nervous. Because even without seeing his face, you already knew Namjoon was pissed.

You had failed.

As if confirming your thoughts, fingers wrapped around your hair and pulled, naturally ripping your lips from Taehyung’s and forcing your head to lift. With nowhere to hide, you were forced to meet the full intensity of Namjoon’s glare.

“What did I say,” he demanded darkly, a muscle jumping in his jaw. Your blood pounded excitedly.

“Cut her some slack, Namjoon,” came Jin’s mild reply from behind you. Your eyes widened, not expecting his dismissive tone to go over very well.

Namjoon didn’t acknowledge his older brother, instead focusing his attention on his younger. A carefully controlled tempest that was moments away from unleashing its wrath. “Taehyung. Move.”

The swivel of Tae’s hips slowed, but didn’t stop. He was too on edge, too close to joining you in bliss. “I—g-give me a minute, hyung—”

“Move.”

You could feel just how reluctant Tae was to comply—his rutting finally stopped, but his hips still instinctually twitching in a primal need to keep fucking you. Still, something in his brother’s tone made his protest cut off in his throat, and after a few labored, frustrated breaths, he obediently slipped out of you.

You whimpered at the loss, your toes curling at the resulting friction. Between the cum that had long been leaking from you and dribbling down your thighs and the mess Tae’s cock was making in his excitement, it was hot and sticky where your bodies slotted together, and you couldn’t help the way you senselessly started to grind against him, lashes fluttering at the feeling.

Namjoon scoffed at your clear desperation. “You would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” he snapped, grip still firm in your hair. “For him to cum inside you.”

You shivered at the thought, a little embarrassed that you were so obvious. “Yes, Daddy,” you murmured, releasing a shuttering breath when you felt Tae’s slick cock jump against your stomach at your admission.

“Well you’ve been bad,” Namjoon replied slowly, as you weren’t very bright, “so you don’t get to have what you want.” He took a step forward, legs knocking into the edge of the bed, now only a breath away, and you licked your lips, mentally preparing for what you knew would come.

But before he could get any closer to you—before Taehyung could even slide from beneath you—there were once again hands on your hips.

“Hey!” Tae snapped irritably, but whatever he had to say was drowned out by your surprised, rather pathetic choking when, with a delicious roll of his hips, Seokjin unexpectedly sank inside your pliant body, thoroughly making himself at home exactly where Tae had been forced to vacate. You had been so focused on Namjoon that you somehow missed the weight shifting behind you, the telltale rustling of clothing as he pushed is sweatpants down his hips enough to free his cock so he could stuff you the hilt.

You had been saved by the eldest Kim, at least for now. But for how long would he really be able to delay your punishment?

Since he was still holding you by the hair, you could easily see the emotions flicker across Namjoon’s face at his older brother butting in, but his expression quickly settled into something mirroring cool indifference.

You knew better. Namjoon was a patient man, but you doubted he would let your disobedience slide so easily.

Seemingly uncaring of either of his brothers’ vexation, Seokjin rode your ass, hips rolling forward in constant waves, strokes long and deep and pointed. Clearly wanting to keep you mewling for him.

And as you did just that, you rapidly realized that saving you from Namjoon’s wrath had never been his intention. No, he simply liked you just like this, whiny and shivery and too fucked out to care that you were drooling and desperate.

“You feel it, sweetheart?” he asked, voice melodic and sweet. Leaning over to press plump lips up your spine and sucking on a rather sensitive spot at the back of your neck.

“Yesss,” you whined. You could feel everything, could feel the ripple of your ass every time his hips slammed against it, could feel every ridge of his cock that scraped against your insides. Sparks shot through you after every stroke, your clit forced to drag across Tae’s stomach with the force. “Fuck, you’re so big and deep, fuck, fuck.”

Seokjin just hummed, playing your body like a fiddle and pleased by how it was responding to him. Breath stuttering, toes curling, fingers gripping the sheets.

But despite how good he was making you feel, you weren’t too fucked out to overlook Namjoon this time. No, this time forgetting him was impossible, the middle brother doing nothing to hide his massive presence. He towered over you, intently watching you get railed by his older brother, and the barely suppressed fury you could sense radiating off him was making your cunt throb and head spin.

“I’m sorry, D-Daddy,” you stuttered, everything tingling at the look he fixed you with in response. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Are you?” he asked lowly, a tic in his jaw. He let the question marinate for a few moments, let you simmer beneath his intense stare. Just when you felt the overwhelming compulsion to apologize again, he finally reached for you, a single finger lifting your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze directly. With a patronizing tilt of his head, he popped open the button on his pants. “Then make it up to me.”

You were already pushing yourself to your hands and knees, desperate to please. Taehyung’s hands drifted up your sides to steady you, your body trembling from the way Seokjin still reamed into you, undeterred. You reached out for the band of Namjoon’s pants, trying to get to the important bits, but he simply tutted and smacked your hand away.

“Mouth,” he said simply, the single word full of derision.

So you leaned forward again, this time using the tip of your nose to part his fly and give you proper access to his clothed cock. He was thick and swollen already, straining against the material, and you felt him stir with interest when you mouthed at him through the fabric. Coquettish licks lapping hot against the length of him and making his hips reflexively shift forward, unconsciously chasing the stimulation. You licked and sucked until there was a noticeable wet patch, doing your best to show that your apology was sincere and give him your full attention.

But that was hard to do when his brothers were busy giving you their full attention.

Seokjin was in a trance, fingers sinking into your thighs so he could properly hammer into you. Thrusts steady and coaxing your pussy to leak its praises, your thighs sticky with your essence.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was getting noticeably antsy beneath you, fingers increasingly twitching against your damp skin the longer his brothers got more of your attention. You looked down, and the furrow of his brow and downturn of his lips were your last clues to his growing jealousy before he took action, hand reaching up to drag through the mess you were making before his thumb sought your clit, rolling and pinching. You bucked and squealed, the extra stimulation rocking you to your core and making your walls pulse dangerously enough that you found yourself squirming to escape him, grabbing Tae’s wrist for the second time that night in an act of self-preservation.

He was undeterred, rerouting his focus to your chest instead. With impatient hands, he yanked on the cups of your bodysuit, a concerning ripping noise immediately filling the room at the action. Before you could even say anything, he was already lifting his head to eagerly bite and suckle on your newly freed tits, tongue curling around a pebbled nipple and mumbling “I’ll buy you another one.”

Switching from one erogenous zone to another did nothing to quell your desire, but at least the stimulation wasn’t as intense. This you could safely enjoy, lashes fluttering, chest inadvertently pushing further into his face in silent encouragement.

And encourage you did, Taehyung creating enough suction with his mouth to properly burst capillaries. Contentedly littering your skin with marks you allowed, comfortable in knowing this was a region easily covered by your clothes.

Determined not to lose focus, you leaned forward again to continue giving Namjoon your full attention, trying to strategize the best way to get at him without using your hands. But either Namjoon finally decided to take pity on you or he was getting impatient too, because it was his own hands that reached down, only bothering to disturb his waistband enough to free his already leaking cock.

You didn’t know if it was a conditioned response from your past escapades or simply the extremely sexy sight of him giving himself a few firm, confident pumps. Either way, you felt it when you started to salivate, aching to properly taste him.

Your enthusiasm must have shown on your face, because the blond man simply smirked down at you knowingly, thumb slowly running over a prominent vein and further smearing his own mess around. “Well?” he prompted, almost sounding bored. You knew he wasn’t. That he was rock hard and dribbling precum, that his eyes were hooded yet laser-focused on the way his brothers devoured you—those were clues enough. Still, you couldn’t help the fire his feigned disinterest lit low in your belly, desperate to please him.

You started low, turning your head so you could playfully tongue first at his balls before making the long trek up the massive length of him, taking care not to accidentally involve your teeth from the way Seokjin’s thrusts were rocking you forward. Finally, you took him in your mouth, suckling on the weeping head. Humming contentedly at the salty taste and meeting his blown eyes from beneath your lashes.

Namjoon’s lips parted, but he didn’t say anything, hips twitching forward when you pressed your tongue into his slit.

You didn’t notice at first. To be fair, you were plenty preoccupied with everything else going on, with all other sensations. So you didn’t notice Taehyung’s hand drifting over your hip until he was cupping one of your asscheeks, fingers teasing further inward.

Before you could say anything, a finger sunk itself into your cunt, right next to where Jin was still plowing into you. You groaned, eyes rolling back at the added stretch, but the oldest brother wasn’t as pleased by the intrusion.

“Taehyung,” he said gruffly, voice deep with irritation and thinly-veiled hunger. But Tae just pumped the long digit into you a few times and then slowly backtracked, lightly trailing the slick back up the cleft of your ass.

“Relax,” came Tae’s mellow reply, and when he started circling a questioning finger around your rim, you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or Seokjin.

Still, you shivered, breath stuttering when you realized where this was going. When the finger did nothing more than circle and lightly press against you, you released Namjoon’s cockhead from between your lips, eyes fluttering. “Yes,” you breathed hot against Namjoon’s crotch, understanding what Tae was wordlessly asking you.

A glance down produced Taehyung, eyes all pupil, tongue lolling thoughtfully in his mouth as he watched you tremble above him, tits rippling and swaying from Seokjin’s force. Finger mindlessly continuing the massaging of your hole. He locked eyes with you, making sure he understood, and then slowly started pressing the slick digit into your asshole.

You whimpered, fighting against your instinct to clamp down on him. Relax. Relax. It didn’t hurt exactly—was just pressure where you weren’t used to having any. And Tae made sure to go at a glacial pace, made sure to keep massaging your insides, to help you acclimate to the intrusion.

Distantly, you felt Jin’s thrusts slow to something much more languid, and you had a feeling the way your body was opening up for his youngest brother was more than a little distracting.

“Good?” Tae asked shakily, sinking into you bit by bit.

“Yes,” you slurred, completely fucked out. Tae’s always had large hands with long, elegant fingers, and right now, when he kept going further and further in, you were becoming privy to just how long they actually were. Your eyes threatened to roll back when his last knuckle finally breached you, and when he gave you a cursory tap after a few seconds, you had to swallow a moan.

Rather affectionately, Namjoon started caressing your face, bringing your attention back to him. Dazed, you put him back in your mouth, continuing to suck him and trying not to think about how Seokjin was revving his pace back up and Taehyung was tapping your insides in tandem. Namjoon just smiled softly down at you, and it was so sweet that you almost don’t see what happened next coming, too preoccupied with everything else that was going on. Gently, his hand drifted up—and gripped you securely by the hair, cock suddenly surging down your throat. You immediately gagged, throat repeatedly convulsing around him, and he grunted appreciatively at the feeling before pulling all the way out. Cheeks still sweetly dimpling at how wrecked you were.

And wrecked was the only way to describe you. You were gasping, jaw glistening with spit. Eyes watering and whole body twitching from all the relentless stimulation.

Namjoon only gave you a few seconds to gain your bearings before a pull of your hair had your head snapping back. Before his cock was pushing back into your panting mouth. You tried your best to relax your throat this time, taking stuttered breaths from your nose when his fucking began in earnest. Tried your best to ignore the way your jaw threatened to lock from trying to accommodate the sheer girth of him.

It was a lot. You were feeling sensations from so many areas at once—ass, tits, mouth, cunt—that your brain was absolutely swirling trying to figure out which brother’s ministrations it should be focusing on. And though the pleasure pumping through you was borderline unbearable, you couldn’t even let that overflow of emotion out, your wails stuck bubbling in your chest because you were too busy lewdly gargling on Namjoon’s cock.

You remembered, all those months ago when you’d first been considering whether you should take this job, how you'd poured yourself another glass of wine and reread the contact for the nth time thinking well, I guess I do have three holes. That’s certainly convenient.

Now that it was happening, however—now that all three of your holes were stuffed and both your mouth and your pussy were dribbling and messy and straining with effort—now, it was nothing short of intense. Nothing hurt, but you were so completely and entirely overwhelmed by all of the feeling that you thought you might just simply burst, your nerve endings crackling free and raining over the room like fireworks.

It’s too much. It was too much, but right when you were starting to consider giving Namjoon two taps on the wrist—a metaphorical yellow—he backed off on his own, easing some of the pressure. And suddenly your mouth was free, a string of saliva still connecting you to his glistening cock before the tension of him stepping back eventually made it snap.

Namjoon had eased some of the pressure, but he couldn’t stop more from surging forward in its place. Your body could only take so much of their tortuous teasing before it succumbed to its baser instincts, and it seemed you had finally reached your boiling point. In a trance, you pressed your hips backwards to meet Seokjin’s next stroke, forcing him deeper inside you and making you both shudder. And that small action was all the encouragement he needed, his primal instincts screaming at him to ruin you.

Drilling into you with new purpose, Jin fucked the remaining breath out of your lungs, staccatoed bursts of ah ah ah pouring from your drooling mouth. Panting like an animal in heat, moaning so wantonly that you would be embarrassed if you weren’t already so completely braindead with pleasure.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathed, watching your rapid unraveling in amazement. “You’re so fucking hot. Fuck.”

Before even realizing what was happening, you finally shattered around him, your bones liquifying at the intensity and causing you to collapse on Tae, writhing and choking into his neck.

“There you go,” Jin encouraged, words wobbling as he tried to weather the force of how tightly your walls were squeezing him.

Taehyung was curling his finger within you to lengthen your orgasm, was absently rubbing your back to guide you through it. “So perfect,” he whispered, lips fondly brushing against your temple while you shook.

When it finally ended you were left twitching and sensitive, too dizzy from the sheer force of your climax to register the thunder rolling across Namjoon’s face.

His brothers did, though.

An audible squelch filled the room when, without warning, Seokjin pulled completely out of you. Confused, you looked over your shoulder at him, only to suddenly find yourself lifted and tilted, Taehyung surging upright and taking you with him. Unprepared to catch yourself, your back easily hit the mattress, now finding yourself looking up at the three brothers who hovered over you.

“Hmmm.” Namjoon pretended to think, tone calm but eyes steely. “I could have sworn I specifically told you not to do that.”

“You did,” Jin cut in mildly, looking between the two of you curiously.

Your eyes widened, unprepared for this turn of events. You never would have pegged Jin as such an instigator, but apparently he was very interested in seeing the consequences of your continued disobedience.

Your betrayal must have shown on your face, because Seokjin’s lips pursed in amusement. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckled, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against your lips. “You’ve been so good for me, but we have to be fair. And unlike Taehyung, I know how to share.”

“Am I or am I not sharing right now?” Tae griped, unamused by the dig. But you were no longer paying those two any attention, your focus now fully on Namjoon and the leisurely way he was now stripping out of his shirt.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you hedged, knowing before you even said the words that they would do jack shit to appease him. “It just felt too good…”

Namjoon raised an unimpressed eyebrow, throwing his t-shirt on the floor as if it offended him. “All you keep saying is sorry,” he mused. Down went his pants and underwear, kicked out of his way. His knee hit the mattress, Taehyung shifting to the side so Namjoon could finally stalk over to where you lay, fucked open and wet. Cautiously, you met his stare, the breath halting in your lungs when you recognized the retribution that was undoubtedly about to come.

“But sorry means nothing if you don’t modify your behavior,” he tsked, eyes darkening. “So. I don’t believe you.”

That was all the warning you got before he was crowding into your space, grabbing you by the ankles and hooking them over his shoulders. Caging you in with his body, pressing close enough that his cock easily slid over the mess of your cunt, making you mewl at the sensation.

And that involuntary reaction didn’t seem to help your case with Namjoon. “More?” he scoffed, seemingly displeased, though the way he rocked his length through the seam of you told a different story. “After all that, you still want more?”

You were exhausted, thighs still quivering from your last orgasm. But you couldn’t help the way the weight of his body and the slide of his cock were causing your pussy to pulse. “Yes, Daddy,” you breathed, angling your hips down so you could deliciously meet him on his upstroke.

“And it’s all about what you want, isn’t it?” he mocked, spearing you to the hilt in one go. You choked at the intrusion, not expecting him to enter you so suddenly. At this point, you were fully prepped enough to take him, but, like his brothers, Namjoon was still a lot to take all at once.

Particularly when he had already made up his mind that the best way to punish you was with his cock.

You quickly gathered his gameplay from the immediate way he started rutting into you, not giving you any time to adjust or catch your breath. Simply railing you into the mattress, your legs over his shoulders ensuring he hit deep enough for you to feel it in your throat.

“Fuckkk,” you groaned, fingers curling in the sheets, biting down on your lip enough to taste metal. “Fuck fuck—”

“What?” he taunted, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Making sure he scraped your g-spot on every thrust. “This is what you wanted, remember? And it’s all about what you want.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You could already feel yourself ready to clamp down again, your extremely sensitive pussy overreactive to any and all stimulation. “I want it, I want it, yesss—”

He pressed impossibly closer, bending you enough that you felt the burning strain in your legs, and that did the trick. Before you could nervously start to ponder whether you were flexible enough for what he wanted to do, you were cumming, hard, back attempting to bow with the force of it but only succeeding in making your whole body lock up and your vision blur.

Namjoon didn’t slow down during your climax, and he certainly didn’t slow down after. He fucked you like a machine, undeterred by how your pulsing walls tried to suck him in and keep him there. Undeterred by how you hopelessly whined and squirmed in overstimulation. And when you suddenly heard a familiar buzzing noise, there was nothing you could do but meet his intense gaze with wide, alarmed eyes.

“What?” he demanded, pressing your long-forgotten wand vibrator right on your clit and making you immediately jerk. The caramel of his skin was already glistening and beading with sweat, but he seemed long from tired. “You think you can cum on everbody’s dick but mine?”

It was too much, the near animalistic pace of his fucking paired with how high he had turned the vibrator making your hands shoot up, scrabbling along his biceps in a panicked response, your body now entirely on autopilot, desperately trying to save itself from its fate.

“Please,” you heard yourself beg, choking at the intensity. Legs jerking uselessly on his shoulders, nails scratching marks down his skin.

But the word that would make him stop never passed your lips. And so he continued to ignore your unsuccessful struggling, fucking you right back to orgasm, this time somehow even stronger than the last and stealing all air from your lungs.

He felt it, of course. Felt exactly how hard you were squeezing him, the tight grip of your pussy evoking the grit of his teeth.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that to milk me,” he growled, moving the vibrator away from you just enough for you to suck in a breath. “Come on, take this dick since you want it so bad. Take it!”

And you had no choice but to take it, trying your best not to black out as he forced the coil within you to snap, again and again. You were shrieking, but you couldn’t even perceive your own actions anymore, swept completely by his unforgiving undertow of pain-lined pleasure. Namjoon was fucking you stupid, scrambling your brain as easily as if it were an egg, forcing you to your most primal of reactions, your most basest of self. Thrashing beneath him, desperate tears trickling down your cheeks, spit freely trickling from your wailing mouth.

It felt neverending, this exquisite torture, and just when you were starting to get distressed about how much longer you would be able to take it, Namjoon’s thrusts started to turn sloppy.

“This is all you wanted, right?” he panted, hips stuttering. A welcome warning for what was soon to come. His focus rapidly shifted from your orgasm to his own, and the way he tossed the still buzzing vibrator to the side was nothing short of impatient.

You blinked up blearily at him, the reduction in stimulation helping you slowly return to your body after being stuck the stratosphere.

“Wanted my nut? Agreed to fuck all of us at once just so you could get more of it, isn’t that right, babygirl?”

His intense stare told you he expected an answer, but all you could do was whine in response, hesitant to admit it. Pussy pulsing at the very visual he had conjured up. Warily, you glanced at the other two brothers, nervous at what you might find there, but one look quickly evaporated all uncertainty.

Though they had moved out of the way for Namjoon, they hadn’t moved far—still close enough for you to reach out and touch, still close enough for them to hover over you and get a close view of the action. Still close enough for you to see understanding dawn across Seokjin’s face, to see pure astonishment take over Taehyung’s.

Namjoon spotted your division in attention and was having none of it, a hand guiding your jaw until you were focusing on him again. “You like being a dirty cumslut,” he prompted mildly, your heart racing in response. Slipping a thumb between your plush lips and humming approvingly when you sucked on it, tongue twirling. “Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned hoarsely, the very admission making your whole body vibrate. The continued hammering of your sensitive core making you want to reflexively squirm away, though Namjoon’s heavy body ensured you had nowhere to go.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like being a dirty cumslut.”

Taehyung whimpered, and it was easy for you to deduce from the rapid movement you could see from the corner of your eye that he was jacking himself off while watching you. Well and truly done with delaying his own pleasure.

And from the rather manic way Namjoon was looking at you, he was obviously on the same wavelength. “And do you know how much cumsluts love it?” A quick swipe of his tongue over his panting lips. “They want it in them. On them.”

“Please, Daddy,” you begged, nearly sobbing at the strength your want. Your head whipping around, desperately pleading with all three of them. “Please let me have it! I’ve been so good, please—”

“Holy shit,” Tae groaned, eyes rolling back in his head. “Okay baby, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you it all. You want it all?”

“Yes. Yes, yes yes yes yesyesyes—”

Abruptly, Taehyung was pushing forward into your space, hovering more directly over you and treating you to the sight of how those long fingers were furiously pumping his cock. He was panting, a prominent vein in his neck visible because of his efforts, little whines escaping him as he viciously worked his slick length.

There was shifting on your other side, and your focus immediately turned to Seokjin. He looked back at you dazedly, lips parted, chest flushed at your attention.

“Please?” you whimpered, fully aware how pathetic you must have looked but not giving a single shit. So long as you got what you wanted. You needed them to give you what you wanted.

The oldest immediately softened at your pleading, always so willing and eager to please you. “Of course,” he breathed, hand already moving over himself with long, tight strokes. He shivered, hips reflexively jumping forward at the stimulation. “W-Where?”

A shift, and Namjoon was pulling back from you, maneuvering your legs back to the bed and sitting back on his haunches. Despite this new position, he never let his cock leave the comfort of your walls, continuing to hammer into you, jaw locked in concentration, balls smacking into your ass with a lewd slapping sound. Focused only on racing to the finish line.

“Anywhere,” you shuddered. “Everywhere, just…” Your entire body was on fire and you could barely take it, the anticipation of what was about to happen making you writhe over the sheets, whimpering pathetically. Your tongue lolling out your gasping mouth, an eager target.

And then finally—finally—you were given what you asked for. Loud, uncontrolled moans spilled from Taehyung’s lips, swiftly becoming desperate before one last squeeze of his cock had him cumming, his release spraying hot all over your breasts and slowly trailing through your cleavage.

You moaned with him, delight buzzing through your veins at being marked so intimately, and the sound seemed to trigger Namjoon, who immediately pulled out of you, expertly pumped himself a few times, and then ejaculated with a long, drawn-out grunt. After essentially edging himself for most of the night, the amount of cum he gifted you was more than generous, most of it painting your pussy in long ropes, but some of it inevitably ending up on your belly with how aggressively he was jerking himself off.

The sight of it all, the feeling, was so unbearably hot that you almost came untouched, eyes rolling back, pussy pulsing with interest despite how exhausted you were. And your obvious pleasure was what finally set off Jin, teeth digging into his lower lip while his seed spurted white across the lower half of your face and slid down your jaw, some of it delightedly landing on your awaiting tongue.

You hummed contentedly, immediately licking the thick, heady remnants from your lips so you wouldn’t waste a drop. Your eyes fluttered shut, your hands slowly and sensually trailing over your own body. Basking in it all. Purposely smearing their mess over wider stretches of skin—pinching gently at your nipples, dragging your fingers between your tits, gliding over your hips, drawing light, sticky figure eights around your clit before dipping a bit lower and slipping two cum-coated digits inside your hot walls. Your hips twitched, lazily chasing the intrusion on reflex. Simply enjoying being so completely and utterly satisfied.

You were so transfixed and in your own world that you completely forgot about the three other people still in the room, greedily feasting on the undeniably filthy way you savored what they gave you. You weren’t sure how long they let you be, but it was a voice finally breaking the silence that slowly lured back to reality.

“_____?”

The voice was gentle, yet deep, the spell cast over you immediately broken at the sound of it. It was Namjoon, hovering over you again, lips quirking into a small smile as he watched the fog disperse from your eyes. “How do you feel?”

You let out a satisfied sigh, pulling your fingers out of your pussy with hum. “Tired,” you admitted, voice raspy from the activities. “But amazing.”

His smile widened, cheeks dimpling. “I’m glad.”

Suddenly, Taehyung was laying on the bed with you, arms wrapped around your sticky form. Just like always, his sweaty body slotted easily against yours, happily nuzzling his face into your neck and apparently wholly unfazed about the fact that you were completely covered in spunk. “You’re amazing,” he chirped, pressing a flurry of kisses into your skin and making you giggle. “You know, when you told me you liked cum forever ago, I didn’t realize this was what you meant.”

“You never asked,” you shrugged, somehow still timid despite everything that had just happened. “What did you want me to say, exactly? Hey Tae, do you mind doing me a solid and shooting the club up? Or maybe can you give me a nice, relaxing facial?”

The pure bafflement of his expression had you laughing again. “In what world would I ever say no to that?” he demanded incredulously.

Amused by the turn in conversation, Seokjin bent down to press his lips against your forehead in gratitude before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Do you mind if I use your shower?”

“Of course,” you replied, moving to direct him to your bathroom before Namjoon stopped you with a pat on the thigh.

“I’ll show him.”

You couldn’t help but watch their strong, naked forms leave the room, eyes drawn to the musculature of their backs and buttocks.

“Hey.” Tae poked you in the cheek, mirth dancing in his eyes from catching your ogling. “Focus. I’m talking to you.”

“What, I’m not allowed to enjoy the view?”

He couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, though he was undeterred from getting the answers he sought.

“I told you what I wanted,” he reminded you gently, pressing another kiss against your jaw. “You know you could have done the same.”

You shifted in his hold, sheepish. “Tae, all of this isn’t really about me…”

“What, so just because we’re paying you, you’re not supposed to enjoy it too?” he scoffed. “Baby, as we’ve just proven tonight, it’s more fun when we all have fun.”

“I always have fun!” you protested, but you were prevented from elaborating by Namjoon returning with a washcloth. He climbed back on the bed, reaching for your ankles and guiding them apart.

“Open,” he directed, his tone containing none of the dominance it often had when he usually uttered the word. You obediently followed his instruction, a soft sigh escaping your lips when he pressed the warm cloth against your thoroughly battered netherparts and started cleaning you up.

For a little bit, Taehyung watched your makeshift bath in silence, not even saying anything when Namjoon left to rinse off the towel and came back with a freshly damp one, gliding over the stained skin of your face and chest before they started to crust over. In fact, Tae didn’t speak again until your spot bath was finished and Namjoon was clambering back in the bed with the two of you, an arm slinging low over your waist as to not disturb where Tae’s rested. Pulling you against him until your chests were flush.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us on our trip?” You could feel Taehyung’s pout against your skin, displeased at the idea of being away from you for three weeks.

You huffed out a laugh, slinging a leg over Namjoon’s hip to settle more comfortably into your new position as the filling of a TaeJoon sandwich. “I’m positive. I have a lot studying to do and frankly, I’m not completely sure I can walk anymore.”

“Who said you need to walk?” Namjoon cut in sleepily.

“We can pay someone to walk for you,” came Tae’s enthusiastic, yet ridiculous offer. “We’ll be going to meetings, but you can just roam the city if you want. Or relax at the hotel. You can lounge by the pool all day and put all your food and drinks on our tab.”

Though it certainly sounded tempting, you were fully aware what the tradeoff of that makeshift vacation would be, and the absolute last thing you wanted to think about after the crazy intense session you just experienced was sex. So, despite Taehyung’s wheedling, you managed to stand firm in your decision, completely fine with waiting until they were back in the country to even consider spreading your legs for any of them again.

And you were justified when Seokjin finally reappeared, fully clothed, rubbing a towel through his hair, and informing you that his assistant Wendy would be in touch to schedule his next session for sometime after he returned.

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channieismyboy · 2 years

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just like that <3

{gammer!felix x reader}

a/n: this was pure self-indulgence (also for my beste who's in love with felix) - masterlist <3

warnings: oral (m receiving), pet names, slight exhibitionism, slight dom/sub themes

summary: felix has been spending a little too much time gaming, and not enough time with you (so basically you helping felix under the desk)

you felt as though your life was on an endless cycle. everyday you would do the same four activities; wake up, go to school, come home, and finally sleep. of course there would be the occasional assignment due on a late night, and exams that you would have to spend your whole weekend studying for. however, everyday would relatively be the same as the last. that is until, your boyfriend felix had a weekend off.

thankfully, you had no additional assignments, or exams you had to study for on that weekend. it was almost meant to be you think. however, the weekend that you had planned in your head differed from the one you're experiencing right now.

so here you are now, laying on your stomach on your leather couch in the living room. while your beloved felix has been gaming for the past three hours.

normally you wouldn't be as upset, as on a day-to-day schedule, you would be spending most, if not all your time with felix. nonetheless, with school and other schedules occuring, you haven't spent much time with felix. thus meaning, you haven't spent time with him intimately.

this has been bothering you for the past week and a half. you don't always mean to get so needy, it's just that you can't help the thoughts that come to you late at night. the replays of past your orgasms, and your cherished memories with felix just add on to your neediness.

as a consequence, all that build up of longing to be with felix just causes something within you to snap. so you get off the couch, and head into the room where felix was. just before you're about to enter, you hear his voice. his oh so attractive deep laugh, fulminating through the door.

your mind just wanders. wanderers to what his moans sound like, the high pitch ones that he makes just when he is just about to reach climax, or the deep groans he would let out while you're on your knees, tongue swirling around the tip of his-

you cannot handle this anymore, you think. turning the handle and opening the door quietly, you see him sitting on a chair, with a monitor in front of him, playing whatever game he’s playing. he looks so beautiful, his hair a bit messy from staying at home, and his black shirt with rolled up sleeves, exposing his toned arms.

it was quiet in the room, the only sounds to be heard were the clicks of his keyboard. your eyes focus on his hands, eyeing his fingers.

you make your way to him, tapping him on the shoulder to let him know your here, you guess he never heard you come in with his headset on. he looks up at you and smiles instantly, how adorable you think. how incredibly cute.

"hey baby, how are you?" he asks, his smile is too precious. "i'm good, just wanted to spend some time with you," you answer back.

"okay then, i'll finish this game. or you can sit on my lap while i play?" he asks, eyes still on the screen. his tone is still the same, however you wished he could just pay a little more attention to you.

you seat yourself on his lap while he's playing. you observe the room, its dark, the only light is coming from felix's computer. "can't they hear you?" you ask, pointing to his headset. "oh no, i put it on mute," he answers.

you lay there for a little while, enjoying the warmth felix was providing you. enjoying the feel of felix's hair as you play with it. the occasional 'fuck' and 'shit' felix would say under his breath, however. that you were enjoying the most. but after a while, it's starting to become tedious, just doing nothing.

so you decide that you would sneakily tease felix. acting as if your a bit uncomfortable, you'll move around on his lap. you do so, rolling your hips a few inches back and forth. to no one's surprise, felix is unresponsive. perhaps you didn't do enough? maybe you should roll your hips a tad more? just as you were about to continue, you notice felix pressing on the mute button.

"don't think that i don't know what you're doing, dear," felix says, his eyes are still on the screen in front of him. "i'm not doing anything, just trying to get comfortable," you retort back, faux innocence laced within your voice.

"well, you're making my pants uncomfortable with your antics. if you're needy, just say it and i can take care of you after my game." he says, finally looking at you in the face. you think that you can't wait, it's just been too long since you've been with felix. so you get off his lap, and bend down under the desk so you're facing his knees.

"baby, wait. please don't- not right now i'm in the middle of a game-" felix get caught off by your hand reaching up and palming his semi-hard cock through his pants, him letting out a small moan.

his lips parted as if he was going to say something, however you hear a voice coming from his headset. he tries to talk to the person, however he stumbles a bit on his words as your hand begins to move faster and faster.

in no time he's hard. felix looks down at you, telling you to stop while he's still talking to someone. you don't comply, instead you pull down his pants, and take out his cock.

"no baby, don't do that. they're gonna hear us- fuck," he says, moaning into his words. you lick a long stripe of his shaft, until you reach his tip. giving it little licks, and looking up at his with doe eyes. as if you're not doing lewd things to him.

"we can't do this now, they'll hear me. fuck, don't... use your tounge like that ah-" he says, whispering to you, and leaning his head back, giving in to the pleasure you're giving him.

you start to suck on his tip, while you left hand jerks the rest of him. and the right plays with his balls. then you try to take a bit more of him in your mouth, however your gag reflux kicks in before you could do much. "no no, if you're going to do this then, take it all in your fucking mouth," he says, while his hand pushes your head down further.

you try your best not to gag, your hands grabbing onto his legs for support as he fucks your mouth rigorisly. felix lets out little grunts and swears under his breath. his pace quickens, and his hips stutter a bit, you know that he's close. so you take on from here. you pull off his dick with a small 'pop' sound that follows, and lean down to suck on his balls, while your hand jerks him harder and faster. squeezing the tip a little as you continue.

"i'm gonna cum. open your mouth for me, you're going to take all my cum, okay love?" he asks. you open your mouth, and stick your tongue out a little and he strokes himself until he's cuming on your tounge, some of it going on your face.

he sits in his chair panting for a bit until he speaks again. "fuck, i don't care about the game anymore, i think i'll have teach you a lesson." he says to you with half lidded eyes. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second.

a/n: heyy guys, this ff was kind of for me lmao. i just wanted to write this real quick cause i couldn't get this senario out of my head after seeing all the taste teasers on tiktok smh- anyways i hope you enjoyed it!!! i love you all, and make sure to eat and drink water properly <3

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aaaaafro · 1 year

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You're not wearing that to sleep too - LE SSERAFIM - Yunjin x M! Reader (+18)

Pt 1 here

tw: wall-seggs, creamy-pie, mommy-kink obvsly

"You have got to be kidding me!"

You're supposed to have learned from your mistakes but yet here you are, your girlfriend fuming from your stupid retort as she finally enters your room right after finishing her schedules.

Perhaps you could've cut her some slack about proper slumber attire, given that she'd just finished a night full of exhausting activities.

"We've already been over this, haven't we baby?" Pouty Yunjin replies as she's finally right in front of you.

"B-but I'm just saying–... You might get c-cold from your sweat-." A finger on your lips halts your pathetic excuses.

"You're really gonna try your luck with me again, baby boy?" Yunjin really knows how to tick your buttons right after your first.

You've noticed this way back, like a week after your first intercourse and you've been wary about it. She'd always play the teasing game. When you bring her food during practice, the two of you would sit right in front of each other while her members are right beside you.

And before you know it, her foot starts playing 'find the flaccid member' under the table. Obviously if it was just the two of you, you'd gladly spread your legs for her convenience but since her members are literally shoulder to shoulder with the two of you, you'd get defensive and try to swat it away with a knee. She'd stop after a minimum of three attempts.

But it doesn't stop there. There's even that time where they're practicing vocals and you'd be in the control room supervising. In the midst of singing she'd nonchalantly call you 'baby boy' with a wink, the other members and the mixer's reaction as given would be that they'd just smile at you awkwardly.

This is almost your daily life, having to be their manager, her other members are all normal with you. It's just Yunjin, but obviously you two wouldn't have a normal professional relationship.

"You know what, you're right, I shouldn't wear this." Baffled at how she didn't really put up a fight this time, but then again maybe you're dismissing the fact that she might be too exhausted.

"Y-yeah, now go get c-change–... uh..." Halted in your proper state of mind as Yunjin starts undressing right in front of you.

"J-jen..." She just raised a brow at your call, how can you blame her when all you could do is stare at her since your brain couldn't produce anything, as she continues to discard parts of her outfit.

With the last earring being tossed off to god knows where, she sways side to side to check for anything or for you to check on her. You couldn't really take it all in, though you're disappointed that Yunjin actually left her underwear on, expecting her to go all bare skin on you.

"Shall we?" You hear Yunjin's voice behind you.

Only then you realize that Yunjin actually manages to leave your vision yet leave the image of her godlike figure right in front of you. Disbelief floods your mind but then again it's Yunjin we're talking about.

The two of you entered your bedroom as she just goes straight to bed tucking herself in leaving plenty of room for you on her side. Still trying to process everything you stood there staring at her, a good minute passes and Yunjin has had enough; "Yoohoo! What's wrong?"

"S-sorry but... aren't you gonna put on your pajamas or anything?" You asked as she just scoffs.

"Aren't you the one insisting I wear nothing to bed?" replies Yunjin with such sarcasm.

"Jen."

"Either you join me now or watch me leave with just my underwear on." She threatened.

With no more arguments needed to be made as you threw yourself onto the cushion landing right beside your girlfriend. Yunjin then quickly engulfs you into her embrace, just the way her skin feels over your clothes, made you jealous of her lack of clothing. She then gave a good squeeze in on your clothed member causing you to tense up.

"Easy there big boy! Aren't we supposedly sleeping?" And god she's back in her ways.

"Or do you wanna sleep with nothing on as well?" Her hot breath brushing against your ear causes you to squirm under her touch.

Just as your stimulus was about to hit an all time high, you hear Yunjin's soft chuckles. Turning yourself towards her, Yunjin immediately hides herself under the blanket. It's really evident how she's broken into a laughing fit as the fabric rises and falls comically.

"Ya!" You started pulling off the blanket.

"I-i'm sorry..." Yunjin pleads as she pulls back.

"Tsk!" A click of your tongue alerts Yunjin as she slowly peeks through her blanket shield.

"Babe?" She softly called as you just sat down at the edge of the bed facing away from her.

Realizing the urgency of the situation Yunjin slithers right behind you before capturing you in her arms once more and saying; "Hey~... I'm sorry."

You're fighting a losing battle, as you try your best to act angry at her teasing while Yunjin's lips peck at your nape. Your resolve must remain, despite the feel of her soft lips connecting directly on your skin.

"Babe... come on, please~..." Her pouty tone successfully makes your head turn to take a peek at her face.

"You know, I'm just kidding right? Let's go back to bed, please?" Pathetic as it sounds, you just surrendered and let Yunjin pull you back to laying down.

She even successfully placed the two of you in a spooning position, obviously with Yunjin being the small spoon, her hand guiding yours to her small waist.

"I love you baby." She whispers before letting out a huge sigh.

"I love you more." You answered as you pulled her in more before pressing your face on her messy hair inhaling the intoxicating scent of your girlfriend.

Finally falling into a serene state of relaxation. Your mind was finally able to calm down, after all you've been subjected to countless teasing from your girlfriend. Being stressed out about what people would think about your relationship is currently, you began to dream. Dating back to your first time the two of you succumb to your bodily desires.

The feel of it, the sheer ridiculousness of the reason the two of you decide to go all the way, remembering all of it, your mind suddenly went back to the earlier moments before the two of you went to bed. Now you're questioning yourself, if you weren't so proper about sleeping etiquette, you could've gotten another chance to go all the way.

You're now beating yourself up in your dream trying to wrap yourself around the idea of having another shot at heaven with your girlfriend. The image of Yunjin in her outfit from earlier flashes right in front of you, being the dream that it is you just stood there and admired her.

When all of a sudden the image of Yunjin starts approaching you. Just as she's right in front of you, her heat radiates greatly. Perhaps it's the proximity or just the pure energy coming off of your girlfriend, but nonetheless it was really h-hot.

"Baby." Her soft vocals trickles in your ear as you watch her hand along with those furry armbands brush across your cheeks.

"Did you know how close I was to breaking earlier?" You're motionless, after all you're asleep and this is all a dream. Or is it?

"Feeling you in my hand earlier twitching really made me so turned on baby..." Yunjin whispers before her other hand travels to great distance and landing right on top of your semi-hard member.

"Nngghnngg." Such a waste of struggle to contain your excitement as she starts fondling your now fully erect rod.

With her hands doing wonders on you down under, her lips weren't one to be left unattended. Yunjin starts planting soft kisses around your face, leaving kiss marks on it like her life depended on it. Then you questioned such realistic feeling for a dream and just as she finally connects her lips with yours and probes her tongue in.

Your eyes suddenly jolt open and despite the dim light coming from the night lamp right beside your bed you're able to see Yunjin on top of you with the same situation as your dream but only this time, you're laying down and it's actually happening.

Another thing you questioned is how in the fuck is Yunjin back with her outfit from earlier?! With earrings and all of that. You glance at the clock realizing it's already pass midnight. However, your eyes wonders back to your girlfriend who looking down on you as she readjusted herself. Lowering down her hips on yours as her toned legs trap you.

"W-wha–...” Your words failed to come out as she place a finger on your lips.

"Ssshhh... If you're going to say something..." Yunjin's face comes closer to yours.

"Say 'please mommy'." She continued.

Fuck, this is what you're worried about, with her senses coming back like from your first time, you always knew you've woken something up inside her. From her constant teases to her unsubtle advances. This newly developed kink of your girlfriend is something you're not really a big fan of.

"J-je–." Perhaps the suddenty of the action was too much but the pain that comes after it is greater.

You'll regret ever trying to act normal when Yunjin is already in her zone as you try and massage the pain off of your cheek. You then feel Yunjin starts grinding her lower regions down and even though her shorts are back on you couldn't help but notice a faint feel of wetness right on your clothed member.

"Hhhmmm... you like this naughty boy?" She asks before picking up the pace and adding more weight behind her.

"F-fuck–.” You cursed seeing Yunjin bite her lip trying her best to hold back her moans.

Her hand on your chest to support herself as her gyrating hips becomes more and more feral her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she finally lets put a long airy gasp. Stopping to calm down she rises from your pelvis only for you to see a small dripping coming from her shorts. Did she just squir...

You couldn't even ask it complete since, Yunjin left the bed to lean towards the wall of your room. Still catching her breath she looks back at you with a visible flush on her cheeks before she starts fidgeting her fingers.

"Je-... M-mommy..." You called but Yunjin just ignored you and continued to focus on her fingers.

Standing up from the bed to approach her, as your curiosity peaks as to what's happening to her. On the floor you can see traces of Yunjin's precious liquid. She's obviously pretending to do something but you can clearly see her sneak a few glance at you as you're inching closer and closer.

"Mommy..." Yunjin's attention finally diverts back to you as soon as you're standing right in front of her.

"Baby..." She called with such a soft yet so fucking arousing tone.

Your eyes meet and the first thing you notice is how needy she looks. Her eyebrows furrowed but not in an angry type of way. It instead compliments her watery eyes as she squirms a bit, trying to rub her legs together for the slightest bit of sensation. You finally got her message as she starts biting her lip and reaching down your pants.

You quickly discard the obstruction and your member sprung up before landing on her hand she gives it a few quick rubs before pulling you into her. As you press your body against her you can't help but chuckle at the sight of Yunjin being so needy.

"I need my baby boy to fuck me hard now." Her shaky voice was something you weren't expecting. After all Yunjin has been putting up a strong front.

"Oh mommy, you look so needy right now." You smiled seeing the shock look on her face after the comment you've made.

"A-ha..." She fake a laugh.

"You better watch your mouth little boy before I – fuck-." Her retort was cut short as you press your leg in between her thighs.

You can feel the heat from her core as you press your leg harder against her core and even with the shorts in the way, the arousal she had earlier is still evident.

"You're not wearing that to sleep." You announce with such confidence that crumbles Yunjin's.

"W-wh... why?" Her cute soft whine at the end almost made you wanna just consume all of her but that's for later, you're gonna enjoy yourself for a bit.

You then lean into her a bit drawing your mouth closer to her ear to whisper your answer; "because I'm gonna ruin it for you."

A gasp left Yunjin as her breathing becomes more and more harsher and her hand even more, pumping you like there's no tomorrow, she starts grinding on your leg spreading her lil' liquid gold.

"Baby boy, please fuck mommy now." She whines pressing her head on your chest as her hips do wonders to make you feel how aroused she is.

"Alright mommy." Your hand quickly reached for the slit of her shorts before ripping it open.

And that's when you noticed that Yunjin is actually not wearing anything underneath.

"F-fuck baby." She cries.

You prompted her legs up on your arms using the wall as the base for her back, spreading her up like a butterfly as you didn't even care how hard the situation is... since you're always fucking harder for Yunjin.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Your girlfriend asks as she hooks her arms around your neck for support.

You didn't even try to answer her with words, you just finally lined your member to her entrance. Feeling how wet she is just made your rod twitch. You then feel the anticipation from Yunjin as she watches carefully how slowly you disappear inside of her.

"Mhmmm fuucckk!" Her moans are heavenly as always.

Doing some final readjustments on her leg as you brace your leg firmer against the floor, giving a final smirk to Yunjin who's too focus on suppressing her moans as you moved your mouth next to her ears before giving it a lick and saying; "I love you mommy."

A soft smile from Yunjin was the signal you needed before slamming yourself as hard as you can inside her. Her whole body quivers just as you're starting to imprint yourself inside her and Yunjin to the wall.

You've always known that Yunjin's voice is heavenly when singing but it's fucking night and day when there's no distinct tone or rhythm that she needs to follow. Just pure lust and desire oozing out of her mouth as she takes you in and out of her wet snatch.

Sounds of moist skins slapping echoes as your unrelenting lust reached an all time high. You're even going as far as you can inside of your girlfriend who's currently a moaning mess. You honestly could've gone forever but your leg started to cramp and that made you pause.

"Nnnhhnhnnggg!" Yunjin whines as you halt your movements and reach for your leg trying to massage the stinging pain away.

Unbeknownst to you. Your girlfriend starts bouncy once more. Brushing off the pain you focused yourself on supporting her as she does the job for you.

Though the stinging nerves in your leg are still acting up, seeing how enthusiastic Yunjin is as she does her best to impale herself with your rod. You just couldn't help but get motivated.

You shook yourself convincing yourself that the cramp is all in your mind and Yunjin is all on your member as you place her down before prompting her to face the wall. She gladly does so before spreading her legs giving you a full view of her dripping core and clench behind.

Obviously you'd be dumb not to give it a good spank. That made Yunjin yelp but before she could even put up her mommy act you've already penetrated her causing her words to be mangled into moans.

"Didn't I tell you, you're not wearing that to sleep?" Yunjin looks back before giving you a devilish grin.

If her intention is to motivate you then she's successful. From the behind you pulled her up by the hair to place her face on the wall as your hands travel to her chest. Feeling the openings of her vest thingy your fingers slipped in and without further ado. You pulled them apart earning a gasp from Yunjin.

Your hands quickly find its way towards her exposed orbs as you start pumping in and out of her while kneading her perfect chest. With her vest dangling off of her back. You found your opening and peppered her sweat back with kisses that added the sensation as if all of the things that you're doing isn't enough yet.

"F-fuck baby, I'm so fuck–close!" Her high-pitched plea makes you feel nothing but energetic.

Though you cant lie you're not far from climaxing yourself and you don't want her to feel lonely so you moved your lips closer to her ear.

"Me too mommy." You can clearly see the grin on her face as she starts throwing herself back towards you.

A few more pumps in and Yunjin's core and body starts to twitch, she then threw her head back before letting out a soft whimper as she bites her lips trying her best to hold out. Seeing her struggle to contain her orgasm. Your balls tighten as you bury yourself as deep as you can in Yunjin.

Waves of pleasure and semen floods the two of you as you're legs now crumble. The two of you collapsed down as you supported Yunjin's back but with your head on her neck you couldn't help but take in her post sex scent.

"T-that was..." Yunjin's breathing is certainly not normal as she tries to find something to best describe what just happened.

"That was." You replied but implementing that the experience didn't need any descriptive words.

You two smiled at each other, as your strength finally recovers, you quickly got up and carry Yunjin bridal style. You couldn't help but notice the pooling love liquid from where she was sitting.

Placing Yunjin down the bed as you quickly followed. The two of you faced each other as she flash you that innocent smile. Suddenly she brought her hand up but just as it landed on your cheek you realized something.

She hasn't removed the pom wristbands. Yunjin notices that you're looking at them as she pulls her hand back. A quick flying kiss flew towards you before she turns away. You could only chuckle before bringing her into your embrace and the two of you succumbed to your slumber.

#le sserafim #le sserafim smut #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim Yunjin #huh yunjin #yunjin smut #Yunjin

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strawnarrries · 1 year

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Heaven

Summary: Niall is away doing promo for Heaven and you miss him in more ways than one.

Requested: No but I'm always open!

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): Phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

The phone rang three times before his face popped up on your screen, a grin planted on his lips, "Hey baby!"

"Hi," you mimicked his grin, happy to see his face.

Niall had been in LA doing promo for his new single Heaven as well as his upcoming album. He was going to be gone for a total of five weeks and you knew you were going to miss him like crazy. It had been years since you and Niall were long-distance. It was something you two went through pretty often while he was in the band and as well as his first solo tour. Because of Covid, you have had him all to yourself for almost three years now, so you knew it would be hard for him to leave again.

You would have gone to LA with him, but neither of you wanted to go through the hassle of taking your almost two-year-old son on the road, as well as risking him being seen by the public. Once Niall had officially canceled his tour for Heartbreak Weather, you had decided it was the perfect time to start the family you both had been wanting so dearly. Everybody knew it would be a while before things were back to normal, so you knew Niall would be home long enough to be with you throughout your entire pregnancy and the beginning stages of his little one's life.

During that time, he continued to write music, perfecting each song he wrote. Three years later, he realized how much he missed it. He missed interacting with all his fans, going to award shows, and being on tour. All three of you were at a good place for him to get back into the groove of things and start releasing new music, so he did.

"I miss my hubby," you pouted, watching as he started up the car and began driving to your LA home.

"Aw, I miss ya too. What time is it there?"

"Like midnight."

"What'rya doin' up?"

"I couldn't sleep," you hummed softly.

"Somethin' wrong?" he asked concernedly.

"I just miss you," you replied, your voice deepening slightly.

You missed him; every single part of him. It had been about two weeks since you had last seen him. You missed his touch, his lips, the way he made you feel. You wanted him so bad. You were laying down on his side of the bed, the smell of his shampoo coating his pillow and filling your senses, arousing you even more than you already were.

"Just a few more weeks and I'll be home," he soothed.

"No Niall, I mean I miss you in more ways than one," you replied, slightly frustrated that he wasn't picking up on your hints.

"Oh, I see," he smirked, "yer tryna have phone sex wit' me!"

"Niall!" you groaned into your pillow.

"'s been years since we done that, babe," he teased and you rolled your eyes, "well, 'm on me way home and I've got a few hours before me next interview so I think I can squeeze ya int' me schedule."

"You're so annoying," you teased.

He giggled and began asking you about your day while he drove home. You spoke back and forth, telling each other about your days; you spoke about the funny things your son had done and he spoke about the interviews he already attended. It took him about 45 minutes to get home, LA traffic was not on your side today but once he pulled into the garage, you began to get antsy.

"Are ya naked?" he asked as he walked through the door, setting down his things and taking off his shoes.

"No," you replied.

"Go ahead and get naked fer me," he ordered and you immediately obeyed, taking off every piece of clothing you had on.

It wasn't much later that he was up in the bedroom, discarding his clothing as well, getting as excited as you are, "Makin' me feel like a teenager again, babe."

"I miss you so much," you whispered desperately.

You couldn't resist the urge any longer. You reached your hand down to your throbbing center, fingers pressed against your clit and rubbing back and forth.

"Ya touchin' yerself?" he asked.

"Yeah," you whimpered.

"Wanna see ya, prop yer phone up."

You did as you were told, grabbing his pillow from his side of the bed and setting it down by your feet. You propped your phone up against it, doing your best to put it at the perfect angle for him to see, but still make it look sexy, "Dunno how I ever made this sexy."

"Yer always sexy," he smirked.

After flicking on the bedside table light so he could see you better, you leaned back on your left hand to support your body up. You spread your legs again and resumed your activities while he groaned, "Fuckin' hell, yer soaked. Been thinkin' of me?"

"Mhm, all day. Do you like watching me touch myself?"

"Yes, yer so hot."

He positioned his phone in a similar way as you did, revealing himself to you. His hand was wrapped around his member, already throbbing in anticipation. Once comfortable, he began moving his hand up and down, biting his lip as he watched you please yourself.

Your jaw went slack as you quickened your pace. You could already feel your orgasm growing, in desperate need of a release. You imagined your fingers were his, calloused tips moving back and forth across your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"Talk t' me. What do you wanna do t' me when you get home?" you hummed, wanting to hear his voice.

"Jesus," he groaned, "Everything, babe, I wanna do everything t' ya. I wanna kiss ya and taste ya. Wanna feel you wrapped around me cock. Gonna be so tight fer me once I get home, I just know it."

You whimpered his name as your head lolled to the side, "You always make me feel so good. I wish you were here with me."

"Me too. Not much longer and me fingers will be right where yers are," he breathed out, "Can ya stick one inside of ya?"

You hummed in response, moving south and circling your dripping entrance with the tip of your middle finger. You lifted your head up and watched as you easily slipped it in, feeling just how wet you are. You moved it in and out of you, the sound of your wetness filling the room and Niall cursed to himself. You let out a moan and your eyes fluttered closed.

"Jesus Christ, dis's so hot," he groaned, mostly to himself, "'s it feel good?"

With each entrance, you curled your fingers up, just like he would do. His fingers were much better than yours, longer and able to reach all your special spots. You made yourself feel good, but there was something about Niall's touch that you couldn't fulfill yourself, "Mhm, but not as good as when you do it."

"I know yer body better than ya know yer own, don't I?" he smirked smugly.

You hummed in response, watching as his hand moved up and down his member, squeezing tighter once he got to the tip, precum oozing out with each squeeze. Your mouth watered as you watched him, missing the way he whimpered when you wrapped your lips around him.

"I want you inside me so bad," you whined, your head lolling back again, "You fill me up so perfectly, Ni. I feel so empty right now."

"I'd kill t' be inside ya right now. I miss how ya feel around me. Always so wet and warm, fuck," he breathed out in response.

You laid back down on your back, your hips instinctively bucking up into your hand. You slipped your finger out of your entrance and began spreading your wetness. Landing on your clit again, you moved the tip of your finger back and forth at a more rapid pace, your orgasm drawing closer and closer by the second.

"'m gonna cum," you whimpered softly.

"Do it, baby. Wanna see ya cum all over yer fingers," he encouraged, his voice deep and raspy.

Only a few seconds later and you could feel the tight band in your stomach begin to unravel. Your orgasm took over your entire body, crashing over you with waves of pleasure. Your back arched and your toes curled as your body was numbed with pleasure. You struggled not to moan, not wanting to wake up your son but you couldn't help the small whimpers that left your lips. Not long after you, you heard the deep groans of your husband on the phone, signaling he had just released too. The sounds of his sexy moans carried you through the end of your orgasm, your body slowly relaxing back into the soft sheets beneath you.

You both lay there in comfortable silence while you regained your breath. You soon reached down and grabbed your phone, pulling the covers up to your neck and watching as he did the same.

"'member dat one time we were havin' phone sex and Harry walked in on us," he giggled at the memory of when he was in One Direction.

"Oh gosh Niall, don't even bring that up, I was so embarrassed."

"'m just glad it was Harry and not Louis."

"I probably would've never visited you on tour ever again if it was Louis," you chuckled softly.

"Yer so cute," he grinned as you blushed slightly before he shifted the conversation, "Ya feel better?"

You shook your head.

"No?" he asked.

"Mm mm. I still miss you."

"Few more weeks. I promise. Now get some sleep."

You yawned, "okay."

"Goodnight, baby. I love ya," he hummed softly.

"Goodnight. I love you, Ni."

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good-beanswrites · 4 months

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the mental image of shidou approaching kazui from behind like "oh, mukuhara, i had to ask you-" and kazui turns around with red eyes, fangs, and a lil blood on his face, which makes shidou give the highest pitched little yelp and nearly stumble back and fall on his ass. amane will NOT let him live it down. she saw. she saw how he screamed like a girl.

Sorry to hold onto this for so long but Thank You I was laughing so hard at this!! 😂 When I originally wrote that comment, I was picturing the easy targets like Fuuta or Haruka -- it was so much funnier to catch Shidou unawares...

Shidou rubbed two fingers to his temple. He didn’t know why filming had been starting so early the past few days. According to the schedule, Muu and Kazui were already up and working. Milgram’s team had a doctor on their staff already, but Shidou liked to be around just in case -- even after a night cut short on sleep.

It should be noted that horror films had absolutely no effect on Shidou, so joining the children’s scary movie night had not been an issue. Rather, Fuuta hanging out in his room to talk, “not scared at all,” for hours afterward kept him up. He hadn’t pulled such a late shift since he’d been working at the hospital.

“Hm… some coffee may do me well…”

He didn’t usually indulge in the drink, but a small cup of it sounded good at the moment. Now that he was working on quitting smoking, he may as well pick up another habit in its place...

The break room was dark when he arrived. He had to blink after exiting the bright white hallways of the facility. He was tempted to flick the lights on, but Kazui and Amane seemed perfectly content in the dark. The light may have been too harsh at this time of morning.

Kazui had his back to the door, pouring some coffee. Amane sat at the table off to the side. She was picking at a small breakfast. The whole scene felt... off somehow. Kazui was still in his pajamas. He never left his room like that. Amane's eyes followed Shidou all the way into the room.

“Good morning.” Shidou greeted her with a bright expression. She kept her face straight, moving some food around in front of her. She stayed silent.

“You’re certainly up early! It’s very admirable.”

No smile.

Shidou’s expression wavered. The thought of scary movies still in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but imagine this as a scene straight out of one. Amane’s grim silence in the darkness. Her intense green eyes fixed on him from across the room. He was glad for Kazui’s presence, else he might have actually been unsettled.

He tried to ignore his grogginess. There was nothing strange happening.

“Ah, Mukuhara. Is there enough coffee for m-eugh!”

Kazui spun around, and Shidou found himself face to face with a monster.

His eyes were slitted, like a wild animal’s, and bright red. Even in the dark, Shidou could clearly see the vibrant irises. There was blood spattered across his face, and his chest. He opened his mouth, revealing gleaming fangs.

But the voice that came out was just as laid-back as usual.

“Oi, Kirisaki… I forgot I was already in costume. Looks pretty realistic, huh?”

“R-right.” Shidou willed the shock away from his face. He realized with horror he'd taken a full step backwards. He hurried to close the gap again. “The team did a good job…”

“I’m bringing Muu some coffee while she gets her makeup done.” He lifted the cup in his hand, which had a coating of what Shidou now knew was entirely fake blood. Kazui’s smile was a bit crooked, revealing one of his fangs. He had the decency to ignore the mortifying sound that had just come from Shidou’s throat. “There should be plenty left for you, if you wanted.”

“Of course, of course. Thank you.”

“Sorry if I surprised you,” he said. Kazui brushed by him, unable to stifle a little chuckle.

Shidou dragged a hand down his face. He exhaled, glad to feel his pulse returning to a normal rate. His mind was far too scattered this time of morning. He glanced over at Amane.

“I suppose you think this is funny? My surprise is merely a compliment to the makeup department.”

She kept her gaze on him. “No, it’s definitely funny. You jumped halfway across the room.”

“It was one pace backwards.”

“It was a huge jump. Plus, you screamed like a little girl.”

Now, she smiled.

#milgram #shidou kirisaki #kazui mukuhara #amane momose #lights camera sing your sins #instead of getting physically attacked in t3 amane launches a devastating verbal campaign against him....#any time shidou tried to give her Adult Advice or a lecture or something she just glares at him like #'HEY remember that time kazui scared the shit out of you?'#even if he isnt scared of horror movies it set the tone just enough to worm its way into his subconscious 😂#(i pictured yuno fuuta mikoto and kotoko there too!)#(mahiru is neutral on them but didnt want the younger kids to feel left out)#shidou is mortified that he hurt kazuis feelings by being afraid of his 'true self' or something #meanwhile kazui is strolling around with the biggest confidence boost in the world because HE scared the unshakable shidou kirisaki #hes practically giddy about it #thanks again for waiting!! the ask just tickled me so much 😂#drabbles

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fang-and-feather · 1 month

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Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Napoleon Bonaparte/Sebastian/OC

Prompt(s): Break from Multimamory March Day 19, Mundane Tasks from OC x Canon Week Day 2 and Breakfast in Bed from Flufftober Spring Edition Day 8 - @polyamships, @theocxcanonweek, @flufftober

Words: 818

Summary: Napoleon is determined to make sure his partners have the break they deserve, even if he has to force himself out of bed way too early.

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Napoleon yawned as he practically dragged himself to the kitchen before the sun was even up.

He wasn’t used to being out of bed this early. Or early at all. And just making sure he would wake up in time was tricky. Especially in this stormy weather that was so inviting to just sleep through.

But he was determined to make sure his partners had the break they deserved. Sebastian and Amy worked too much. Their job was taking care of the house and its residents, but even then, he thought they worked way too hard, rarely taking breaks or days off. It had improved a little after the three of them started dating, but sometimes Napoleon still worried and did his best to aid them.

But it was the first time he had forced himself to get up this early to make breakfast to surprise them, not only with breakfast in bed, but with a surprise break. Amy hadn’t been feeling well these days, so Sebastian was working a lot more on his own. Napoleon did his best to help, but it was about time he took it a step further and gave them a proper break.

Napoleon learned to do these tasks out of a sense of duty. He was one of the few people who actually needed to eat in that house, and given his sleep schedule, it was best if he learned to cook for himself instead of giving more work for Sebastian. But now, he liked that he could use these skills to help his partners, and he actually enjoyed such mundane tasks. They gave him a strange sense of peace and normalcy.

Who would have guessed his second life as a vampire would be more normal than his first one as human.

Although no human in this time would consider him having two partners normal.

He was almost finishing making breakfast when Amy walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning.” She greeted, kissing his cheek.

“Good morning. Did you come looking for me?” He teased.

“No. Water. I saw you leave, and I knew you’d be here, though. As surprising as it is to find you up even before us.”

“Did I wake you up?”

Amy shook her head as she drank the water.

“I was feeling too uneasy to sleep.” She added, rubbing a hand over her belly. “But the food smells good, actually. I think I’m fine enough to eat.”

She’d been feeling understandably sick these days, to the point she had difficulty eating sometimes.

“Good thing I made some light food. Even if you feel better, it’s good to go easy, Nunuche.” Napoleon ruffled his girlfriend’s hair, to which she pouted.

“Not too easy, I hope. I’m quite hungry.”

As if to make a point, her stomach growled, making Napoleon laugh and her pout even more.

“Well, go back to bed then, and we’ll feed this little bear of yours. I just hope we have enough food.”

“Do you want help to finish here?”

“I’m almost done. And if you stay, Sebastian will come looking for us, and you know we can barely get him to rest once he’s up, even on his days off.”

He laughed, but Amy looked surprised, then smiled at him.

“It’s hard to get used to the change, isn’t it?” She chuckled.

Napoleon hadn’t even noticed this time, but sometimes, especially when his boyfriend wasn’t around, he fell back to using the name Sebastian. It didn’t help that even Amy did so when other people were around.

“I just need to get used to it.”

“I know. I had the same problem the other way around. I knew Aki since we were children, but when I arrived here, he was using a different name, and I can’t say it was easy for me to keep up with the change at first.”

“And still isn’t. Or he lets you call him Aki?”

“Well, at least neither of us tends to mix up while he’s around.” Amy laughed, then kissed him.

“I’m sure he would understand.”

“He would let it go. From you. And only because he’s not used to the fact that you’re his boyfriend. From me, he would make sure I never slip again.”

Napoleon laughed at the way she blushed while saying that, in a tone that sounded afraid of how that would happen. But if it was something she was blushing over, it was also something she wouldn’t mind.

And he was still laughing as he watched her leave before resuming his work.

Amy wouldn’t admit it, but she still had such conflicted feelings about certain aspects of their relationship too. The three of them had much to get used to.

A lazy morning with breakfast in bed was a good step forward. A nice meal with the people you loved always made things easier. Or so Napoleon was determined to find out.

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kenjakusbrainstem · 2 years

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Easing His Tension (Geto Suguru x Reader)

Contains: role swapping, oral (m receiving), somnophillia, riding, piv sex, choking, edging, orgasm denial, grinding, dirty talk, established relationship, reader tries to take control of Geto.

Hello~ I hope everyone else likes the idea of riding Suguru because I know I can't get the thought out of my head. I also like the idea of having him beg, but had trouble figuring out how to do that so I shoved it in (lol) the only way I know how, via hopefully not too silly dialogue! Please reblog or comment if you like it. I love and appreciate everyone that's interacted with my stuff.

The first thing you noticed upon waking was the strong arm slung around your midsection. Suguru's hand splayed out under your sleep shirt and pressing you back into his warm body. His warmth comforting, like a personal heater anyone would crave on a cold morning.

Glancing to the clock on the wall you remembered that today he didn't have anything scheduled til evening. With neither of you having any morning obligations, you see that he'd opted to stay in bed instead of getting up for his normal morning work out.

Whatever the reason, you were happy to wake with Suguru next to you. Feeling his even breathing on the back of your neck made you shiver. A light noise of sleepy contentment left his throat as the hand on your stomach pressed you tighter against him.

The feeling moved past comfort when you felt his hips shift against your ass, grinding his clothed semi-hard cock into your plush flesh. You knee he was still asleep, it must have just been a normal morning erection.

You rarely indulged him so early in the morning. Both of you too busy with obligations to uphold Suguru's ambitious plans. The chance to be intimate in the morning reminded you of when you were first got together and his 'morning workouts' had turned into marathon sex. You smiled at the memory.

He had been much softer with you as of late, as if he was more worn out with the way things were going around the temple. As fall crept its way into winter you found yourself seeing less and less of him outside of plans for the future. Time and all the curses he'd been consuming clearly a burden only once he stepped into your shared room.

Perhaps that had something to do with why he was here with you now? You wondered if he hadn't planned sleeping in into his routine today as a way to relax. Even a cult leader needed to recharge every now and again. Pressing back against his body again, you thought of a way to show him your appreciation and also relieve some of his stress.

Placing your hand atop his, you lifted it slightly so you could slide out from under it. He whined slightly, brow furrowing cutely in his sleep at the movement. You lay on your side for a moment to observe him, making sure he stayed asleep.

You didn't get to see him so relaxed often, taking a moment to fully appreciate his beauty.

In his sleep Suguru palmed around where you had just been before he stretched and rolled onto his back. Convenient for you and your plans, it was also good to see him so comfortable.

You slowly peeled back the covers, again pausing to appreciate his muscular form clad in just a pair of skin tight boxer shorts. You run your hand across his thigh and his leg spreads toward your touch. The idea of him seeking the comfort of your touch made your heart swell.

Gently you crawled down the bed and parted his legs further, nestling yourself between his strong thighs. Every movement measured as to not wake him accidentally.

Bringing your hand up slowly, you lightly caress the semi-hard cock through the thin material. Suguru sighed above you as you softly rubbed at the growing bulge.

Growing impatient and aroused yourself, you pull the fabric down to allow his cock to spring up, slapping against his pelvis as it stood erect. You waited a moment, to see if he reacted at all. When it was clear he was going to stay asleep, you continued sliding his boxers down so that his balls were also exposed and right in front of your face.

The smell of his natural scent mixed with the soap he'd used last night made your mouth water almost as much as the sight before you.

Holding the thick cock in your hand made your guts stir with arousal. Something about how your fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it made your pussy ache to have him buried inside of you.

Slowly stroking him you kissed at his balls before licking up from the base of his cock, following the vein up to the bulbous pink tip. Tongue swiping over the slit before swirling the head in your mouth, suckling lightly.

You sucked more of his length into your mouth, causing him to moan above you. Normally Suguru kept his noises in, only audibly moaning when he was fucking into you. So the soft sounds from his lips went straight to making you even wetter.

Though his breathing had sped up and he slightly rolled his hips up to meet you, you could tell he was still sleeping.

Your hand moved to the base of his cock as you kept filling your mouth with him. His cock was only half way in when you felt the tip bump against the back of your throat.

A hand worked its way into your hair and you felt his shallow thrusts pick up. There was no rhythm, Suguru was blindly chasing the heat of your mouth. You moaned around his cock as you took him into your throat.

Suguru loved to fuck your throat, you loved it too but usually he was so forceful. This time as you felt your nose nestle against the patch of dark curls at the base of his cock you wanted to try and take it slower. Lazily stroking his hip bones as you swallowed around his full length.

You were so accustomed to his brutal pace, being in control like this barely caused you to gag. Though you could still feel the spit leaking out the side of your mouth and pooling at the base.

A breathy moan of your name spilled from his lips. Not stopping, even out of a care to not wake him, you picked up the pace a little. You kept pressing your nose down into his curls as you felt him blocking your airways over and over again.

The soft moans and panting grew in volume as you continued to worship Suguru. You could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, in your throat. He was close to climax and since he was still asleep, he couldn't hold back. You slid a hand from his hips to lightly massage his balls. They felt heavy, full of the release you were trying to milk out of him.

You kicked up the pace, sloppily sucking at the cock in your mouth. His thrusting into your mouth sped up too, still very uneven but the effort fanned the flames inside of you and kept you going.

A choked, loud moan was the only warning you had when you felt your mouth fill with his hot cum. The hand on your head pressed you down and the moans turned to whimpers of your name as you swallowed every drop and continued to suck at the sensitive cock.

"Fuck~ it's too much," Suguru choked out as he tugged at your hair. Before letting him pull your head up, you took his full length into your mouth one more time, just to make sure you'd gotten everything he had to offer. As you pulled away you rested your head on his thigh and looked up at him.

Suguru's blissed out face smiled back at you. His cheeks flush and a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. You loved seeing him so raw and open, his love for you on full display in the way he looked at you.

You swore you felt your heart skip a beat as he held out his arms to you. Crawling up on top of him you collapsed on his chest, knowing already that he was strong enough to support you. With his arms wrapping around your body to press you tight against him, you knew this was where you were meant to be.

"Thank you for waking me so sweetly," Suguru said teasingly before kissing you deeply. You knew he loved tasting himself on your tongue. The rush from sucking his cock was overshadowed by the desire that filled your veins at the kiss you shared.

Suguru's kisses were always deep but the passion in the way his tongue twinned with yours felt different this time. Every press of his lips to yours messier than the last, you felt yourself moan into the kiss as his palms slid up your back under your shirt.

"You just seemed- so stressed out lately- I wanted to pamper you," you said between kisses.

"That's why I love you so much. You're so thoughtful for me," Suguru said as he pressed his forehead against yours, taking a moment to breathe.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving down to kiss at his neck. Sucking the hot flesh between your teeth and nibbling on it gently.

Suguru's hands moved to your hips, they rested on the plush flesh and played with the lace panties against your skin. He groaned as you sucked a mark into his skin, pulling at the lace in response. The pressure he put on your panties caused them to rip on one side. The tearing sound making you look up at him.

Before you could say anything, his hands moved behind you, tearing the fabric more, allowing him to pull the remnants of your panties off of your body without moving you.

You sat up, pressing your now bare pussy against his still hard cock. He gasped at the warm wetness of your folds, he was still so sensitive.

Taking his hands into yours, you moved them up, pressing them into the pillow beside his head. Even though you knew he could break your hold in an instant, the thrill of pinning Suguru down made you almost wetter than having his cock in your throat.

"Let me take care of you, Master Geto," you whispered down at him, winking. The smirk on his face tells you he appreciated your playful words. The two of you rarely brought his title into the bedroom, but by the twitch of his cock against your folds you could tell he liked it.

Lifting your hands, you sat upright. Suguru played along and kept his hands where you'd placed them. He watched as you pulled the oversized shirt from your body, revealing more of your plush flesh and your breasts to him.

Suguru licked his lips, staring up at you as you taunted him with not being able to touch your body. You loved your own view as well, his flush face and sweat slick muscles below you. Grinding down onto his cock, your clit against it felt so good. You were aching to have him inside you.

You'd wanted to tease him for a while longer, to hear him beg to be inside of you. It wasn't something he would normally do, preferring to hear you beg for him. Maybe it was time to keep trying new things.

"Sugu~ could you do something for me?" you asked, trying to sound a little commanding, but you couldn't help the waver in your voice. You didn't want to outright tell him to do something though, not out of fear of upsetting him. More that there was so much appeal in being submissive to him that the idea of ordering him around was dizzying.

Suguru nodded up at you, waiting for your question with his arms still by his head. He looked so beautiful like this. You ground down on him harder, feeling the head of his thick cock catching on your entrance before sliding it back to rub against your clit.

"I want to hear you beg for me," you hoped he would understand what you meant without having to explain it. It was something you did all the time, a simple request.

His facial expression changed quickly. You knew he was a good manipulator, any good leader would be, but this was something else.

Like a switch had flipped inside him, the mask of cockiness he wore fell; a desperate look adorning his face. With his long hair splayed out, arms up, and a pout on his lips, he looked like he belonged in some type of amateur porn. It was downright sinful.

"Oh please baby, please let me put my cock inside you. Anything, even just the tip- I need you," Suguru's normally commanding voice broke into a desperate breathy plea. Heat rushed to your face and to your core at his words. You swore you saw the edge of a smirk reappear on his face before he licked his lips again.

You slipped a hand down to angle his thick cock into your aching pussy. Both of you moaned as the tip slipped in, you from the stretch and him from the stimulation of having already came.

"Baby you're so wet for me, pleas give me more of your pussy. I know I said just the tip but I want you to make me fill you up," He begged as you slowly slid down his cock. No matter how many times you took him inside, the stretch was always so overwhelming at first.

Feeling his cock finally bottom out buried deep in your pussy, you waited for a moment to catch your breath. Grinding your hips slowly, rubbing your clit against his pelvis as his cock rubbed against your walls and most sensitive spots.

You moaned, leaning back, hands grasping his thighs to allow you to roll your hips easier. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you as if silently urging you to bounce on him.

Growing impatient he started to lightly thrust up into you. You simply pressed down on his thighs harder and clenched around him as you pleasured yourself with his body.

Suguru was finished humoring you though, his hands quickly moving from the pillow to your hips as he used his strength to lift and bounce your body on his cock. You gasped at the sudden feeling of him splitting you open and fucking up into you.

You brought your hands to rest on top of his on your hips to keep steady as you took over and started fully fucking yourself on him. The pace you set wasn't as unforgiving as his normally was, but it didn't need to be as fast with as deep and powerful the thrusts were.

His hands gripped you harder, you could feel him moving your body faster. It was obvious that he just wanted to rut into your body violently, but you still wanted to treat him. You still wanted to have more control.

Yanking his hands from your hips you pressed them back into the pillow beside his head. Now leaning over him to hold his arms down, you used the angle to push his cock further inside your soaked pussy. Both of you moaned at the new position, it was almost enough to push him over the edge with how sensitive he felt.

"You want me to fill you up? Please let me paint your pussy with my cum," Suguru panted as he tried to stay in line with what you'd asked. His cheeks red and the way his cock throbbed inside of you let you know how close he was.

You slowed your hips, pressing him deep inside of you and barely doing more than grinding on him again. The frustrated look on his beautiful face was worth it. You loved seeing him so disheveled, you bunched his wrists together above his head and held them there as you leaned down right above his lips.

"You're going to cum when I want you to. Let me take care of you Sugu," you said before kissing him again. His lips immediately parting to allow you to lick your way into his mouth. You slowly started to rock your hips more, the feeling of his thick cock gently rubbing your walls almost too much for you.

Keeping one hand on his wrists above his head, you brought the other to his chest. Using the hard muscle to steady yourself, you slowly started fucking him with more vigor.

Suguru moaned into your mouth, the way your pussy squeezed him too much after you stopped his orgasm. He was listening to you though, forcing himself to hold back from spilling inside your heat.

At this point you just wanted to make yourself cum first, and you were close. The feeling of Suguru under and inside of you pushing you nearer to that edge. That he was letting you take him over in such a way turned you on so much, the pleasure on his face and his moans as you fucked him making your blood boil with lust.

He looked so helpless under you, no one would believe this was the special grade Geto Suguru, especially with how flush and fucked out he looked.

You pulled your mouth from his, his lips trying to follow but the hand on his chest keeping him down. Lifting yourself up further, the new angle allowing you to press him as deep as possible, you could feel your body shaking with the pleasure he was bringing you. The way his thick cock bullied your cervix had you slamming your hips into his as you rode out your orgasm.

The feeling of your pussy milking his cock, you knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on.

Sliding the hand on his chest up, you wrapped your hand around his neck and squeezed. Your hand too small to do any serious damage, but the sensation paired with you pussy begging to be filled ripped a second orgasm from him.

Suguru made a choked sound you think was supposed to be your name, he tried to gasp as he painted your womb with more cum than you expected for his second release in an hour.

You kept riding him through his orgasm, loving the way he whimpered below you and how his cock twitched inside you. The look in his eye so desperate and drunk on pleasure.

Slowly lowering yourself, you buried your head in his neck as your hips came to a stop. You kept his cock buried inside of you and just rested against his body, the both of you panting at the force of your orgasm.

His hands finally made their way back to your hips, holding you firmly against him as he rolled the two of you onto your sides. He was careful to stay fully inside of you he lay slightly on top of you. One hand came up to your face and brushed your hair back so he could look into your eyes.

Suguru kissed your forehead before holding your head against him and laying back against the pillows. He yawned into your hair before speaking.

"Thank you baby, I needed that. Now lets get some more rest before I show you who's really in charge of when we both get to finish. It seems I've neglected you long enough that you need a reminder."

#getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #geto smut #getou smut #geto x reader #getou x reader #geto x you #getou suguru

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5eraphim · 1 year

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Please,, I need fluffy headcanons for yandere caretaker Medic <3

this is not as fluffy as you might've hopped... im sorry- but ddjjcffghi i tried anon, i tried

Character: Medic 🕊 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: yandere, toxic (lol) relationship, imprisonment/kidnapping, drugging, forced intimacy, abuse of power, light medfet

Word Count: 1.5k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo)

In this scenario, whatever it was that left you entirely in Medic's care was some freak accident, a sort of unforeseen accident which left you with no choice but to take refuge under Medic's complete supervision. While you were far from excited to be under the full custody of one so unpredictable, there was simply no other option.

As a result, your status as a mercenary was majorly in jeopardy. After all, how could you expect to be paid to fight when you were too weak to enter the battlefield. You were no longer receiving the necessary funds you once did to support yourself, though Medic assured you that while in such a gracious state, you must only concern yourself with matters of recovery and rest. You were honestly touched as he assured you he would help to support you financially (as in, send money back home, keep you fed and warm, etc.) All debts would be settled once you made a full recovery.

Any initial hesitance of yours to this "new normal" was easily handwaved away by Medic as nothing more than a call to action. You were sick and in need. You were where you needed to be. Therefore, any apprehension on the matter must mean he wasn't doing enough as a caretaker. Therefore, believing with his entire heart, you must need him now more than ever! (He might initially hold onto the idea that if he were to bring you back to total health, you would be so smitten and grateful to him that you would love him back of your own volition, but he is unlikely to deliver on this promise.)

As much as Medic adores the manic energy he derives from indulging in his morally questionable human experiments, yandere Medic has a more hopeless romantic side to him; and has a soft spot for doting on you, and loves the think of these little moments shared with you to be mutual, and you would do precisely the same for him if the situation were reversed.

Though he loves you more than anything, by God, does he love the sight of you so weak and helpless and gets off on the idea of you growing more and more dependent on him until you're practically feeding from the palm of his hand. And he's certainly not above slipping you poisons or sedatives to bend you to his will.

He's always lowkey known he wanted to be your primary caretaker, the one person you love and trust more than anyone else, someone to share that once-in-a-lifetime "I trust you with my life" kind of relationship. Once he gets a taste of caring for you like this, he'll instantly crave more. Now that you can't support yourself, Medic no longer has to worry about you trying to run away or even trying to ignore him now that he's your only source of food and water or any kind of physical well-being.

"If you need care, I'll be here- If you need space, I'll grant this as well." (He won't.)

Furthermore, inhibiting you and forcing you to remain in such a weakened state might ignite his infamously ceaseless curiosity to learn as much about human pain as possible. The resilience, the tolerance, the acquiescence, he wants to know everything. He would slowly increase your dosages of various venoms or poisons to watch with wrapt interest every adorable and sickened reaction you can offer! Medic would happily drive you to the brink of death to drag you back just enough for you to recover what little strength you have left, only to do it all over again. All in the name of love and research.

Despite how miserable his sleep schedule might be, he adores the habit/ritual of tucking you into bed at night and laying you down to rest. While his intentions for treating you are more than a little dubious, this is easily one of his more wholesome displays of affection.

His sleep schedule is so sparse, partially because he genuinely doesn't require much, but as a man with dozens of little pets, he diligently attends to them as though they were his own children. Like any good father, he's always ready to sacrifice his own sleep in the name of attending to his little ones.

Mentioned in lore, he's not only a mad scientist in his own right but also comes from a long line of like-minded folk and would only deem his family worthy of visiting you to keep you company. And what a great way to meet everyone while you're too weary and exhausted to get away!

As his most valued research "partner," he would try to keep you comfortable (relatively speaking) while he's away and will remain perfectly attentive and diligent to your car while physically in your presence.

Any fear, aggravation, or hostility you might display towards Medic would be brushed off, all with a smile and a handwave. It wasn't that you were mad at him or didn't want to be doted on like this. Undoubtedly you were merely experiencing some growing pains, just a bit of discomfort, before you happily found yourself comfortable as his newest pet. If he needed to increase your sedatives to make the transition smoother for you, then he would do what he must.

Any hope of escaping would be futile.

Not only on account of your weakened state, but Medc would take every precaution to fortify your enclosure to guarantee you'll never get out, and no one but him would get in.

As strict as he may be, you'd need to push Medic rather far to persuade him to take away full bodily autonomy. There is little he loves more than how you reach out for him when he returns to your side with food and water after being gone all day. Seeing how your eyes light up not only in finally receiving sustenance after so long but in having someone to socialize with after spending so much time alone in miserable isolation. It's adorable how you're the one to initiate cuddles or kisses, given how emotionally vulnerable you're feeling nowadays. Medic wouldn't dare jeopardize this.

Medic has had more than a few dirty fantasies of coming to you late in the night, perhaps to bring you a soothing cup of tea, or some new reading material, something small and sweet to surprise you, only to walk in on you desperately trying to alleviate your libido. Thinking of you, his poor, beloved little pet, so shaped by his care and influence, you just don't know your body like you used to. And now you're forced to call upon him to finish the job.

"Don't be so shy, my love. I'm only here to help!" (He is not.)

And while he may use your weakened bodily autonomy to his advantage every now and then, slipping hands below your hospital robe to brush his hands against your bare skin, pressing his lips against the naked flesh of your neck to find that pesky weak little pulse of yours. Caressing every inch of soft skin he can get his hands on, he wouldn't dare rob you of your innocence altogether and wouldn't want to take anything too far unless you were to ask, in which case, your word is his command!

He can't help but find a fascinating allure in how your body looks, wearing nothing but a hospital gown with almost nothing underneath, bed bound, surrounded by his machines at all times, gently beeping and whirring. At times like this, he understands his desire to nurture you is less a matter of keeping you away from harm but rather to keep you so preciously weak and needy.

Once he realizes this about himself, he'll be sure to gaslight and manipulate you into being a well-behaved patient, always on your best behavior around him, as only then would he reward you with care or bother to try and take away your pain. Medic would only bring you water and food if you were to say please first, always followed by a polite "thank you" as well. He'll do whatever he needs to keep you docile and submissive.

Loves to converse with you and listen to you talk about everything you plan to do once you're finally well enough to leave the Medical Ward. Medic is a master at knowing how to keep your spirits up just enough to keep from giving into despair, all without divulging to you how he knows none of these plans will ever come to fruition.

"We're going so much closer now, you and I, wouldn't you say? Hard to imagine life before all this, don't tell me you want to return to such a time?" (Like you have a choice.)

No way would he allow you to return to your old life now. He was your life now- bound forever to his side. So at what point did it all come to this? Were you a coward for not fighting back while you still could? How long ago was that, anyway? Were there still people looking for you- indeed, Medic wasn't above suspicion, but even then, so what? It's not like the team could excommunicate such a vital asset anyway.

Nothing hurt more than to question how long it had been since this twisted captivity began. Trying to remember life before all this felt so confusing and foreign. Above the misery, what sickened you was how easily you'd been groomed to understand nothing but obedience.

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infraaa · 2 years

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『I write for espresso too yk, why y’all leaving him in the dust? that’s not very nice! 🥴』

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓!

yandere!espresso x fem!reader

tw// yandere themes, kidnapping, training, extreme monopoly (control of time and the reader’s schedule,) stalking, gaslighting, light aspects of a student/teacher relationship, light nsfw in some parts, implied cnc, orgasm denial

baker’s notes // I recommend that you listen to the playlist I made to go along with this to elevate the experience. This is also mostly written from third perspective and provides little to no physical description to make this as personalized to the reader as possible.

SOME MAY FIND THE CONTENT BELOW TO BE DISTURBING. READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED UNDER THE CUT.

Parfaedia was normally a quiet place when night hit. Everyone hit the hay, golden lights illuminating the town’s streets. It was as though peace had covered every house in a warm blanket.

safety ・　・　・

s a f e t y ・　・　・

A word in everyone’s heads as they snuggled into their blankets. Not for everyone however, unfortunately.

A dainty looking cookie, crust once bright and crisp, now talking, walking, acting with unneeded and rather forced grace. They adjusted their hair to be as perfect as possible, as they dared not break his expectations. Clothes always neat, tidy, never wrinkled and always smelling like the finest coffee known to cookie kind. However the only thing that wasn’t class about them was their eyes. Lifeless— lifeless eyes with no light, no shine or glimmer of hope. Just the orbs of a cookie lost in limbo.

A girl that lost her life, her dignity, and her independence. Truly tragic.

How did we get here? To this point?

How did you get here?

How did he find you? Why did he find you?

let’s go back.

You, another student under the guise of dark magic, wanting to learn how to perfect coffee magic, and your use of it. However not at the level of passion of another certain professor, who, albeit was rather dry and only taught on commission, saw you in a different light than all of his other students. He saw uniqueness in you, a kind of zest he had yet to see. You were the only reason as to why he held onto teaching, not because he wanted to share wisdom but because he wanted to see you. Hear you. Touch you.

You began to warm up to him over time and eventually you… took a liking to him. And everyone knew it.

He would always say to you, however, that you were his favorite student, then when he was teaching, he would say that he doesn’t do favorites. He would say he loved you in a platonic way, admiring your sense of dutifulness and knowledge, then when you would give him that look he’d scoff at you, saying he doesn’t remember saying that. That’s a lie; you knew that. But, you still digressed and nodded your head with that embarrassed look on your face, red face package with bleated eyes.

He’s trying to make you desperate. He’s trying to twist you in circles like a dog toy. He wants you to question yourself, your sanity, your perceptions of reality. It makes him smile…..

…makes him believe you’ll come crawling.

It was his way of telling you he wants you— by making you think, wonder, maybe even fear your feelings for your professor. Sooner or later, he went full on stone cold, not even acknowledging you. You pushed and pushed and PUSHED for him to at least give you a word or even a sound of gratitude and yet/m… nothing. That was, until the end of the semester. You, as well as your class, had finals coming up and like any other star student, you were determined to get the highest grade. So much so that you studied your ass off. Pulling all nighters wouldn’t help you in accomplishing your goals, may just leave you sleep deprived, but that’s what energy drinks and coffee are for. And when the time came, some passed the exam, some failed under Espresso’s watchful eye.

“Erm… doctor?“ You called out to him in a hushed voice. It nearly sent shivers down his spine knowing you sounded like that. Vivid memories went by of him getting your address through the institute’s files and finding your home. He has a small pocket watch of yours in his desk drawer. He has heard you sleep before, hearing your soft voice fall in and out from dream to dream, bringing a dreamy smile to his normally calm yet stoic face, and hearts to his reddened eyes.

“Doctor?” He broke out of his reality of twisted splendor back into the real one he was already in and turned to face you, clearing his throat of his fantasies. “Tell me,” he started turning his body around fully, “why don’t you join me for lunch? I can go over your test results with you if you’d like.”

Why did you agree?

At this point you meant everything to him, this was all just a ploy. And even you, gaslit to the point of no return and you still cling to whatever can make you smile again— just trying to piece together what really has happened. You want this to be real. You want him to be your prince. And he does too, not only just as bad as you want him if not more. Which is why he brought a special concoction with him today. Don’t worry, just some nice sleepy liquid to put you out. He hopes you don’t mind, of course. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to his newfound angel. You felt sleepy by the end of lunch, and as soon as you got up you felt too weak to stand, collapsing into your professor’s arms. He carried you off, back to his home in Parfaedia, where you shall forever remain. Not another class was held after your sudden disappearance. The previous students who passed the final exams showed up the next day however there was no professor there to either greet them or scold them for being two minutes late. All one student noticed was a flower on your desk, where you used to sit. A white mum, sitting in the center of your oak desk, right in the front of the class.

Speaking of white flowers, you woke up in a place where he had personally went out of his way to make sure it welcomed you. Tons of white flowers of different genuses, as well as heavenly light cascading through light curtains. It looked just like heaven— white walls, tile floor, everything was lightly colored, never straying past white or crème, all to contrast with his dark color scheme, like an inkblot on white paper. When you awoke, you had no recollection of what happened prior, yet you could kind of figure out how you got there. Perhaps you followed him home? No, you fell unconscious. Did you subconsciously agree to come here? Did he have other plans with you? He walked in the room with a small silver tray and the most pristine white coffee cup atop a saucer, steaming with hot coffee inside. Soft lofi music can be heard in the background as he walks in, does he have his phone on in his pocket? Regardless, he has a wonderful music sense.

The smile he had on his face… how come you’ve never seen that smile before? He has smiled at you before, don’t catch yourself wrong, but this one is… different. It seemed… sick. Like he was mental— as though he had succumbed to the darkness in him. You accepted the coffee from him, and he went over to open the curtains, letting the light from the sun flood into the room from that gorgeous window. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us, dear.” He said, his smile evident in his tone. He turned to you, chocolate brown eyes agleam, “We must be out by eleven am, no more, no less. We have to get your new wardrobe started, we have to get your hair trimmed, we have to—“ “Doctor.” You interjected, while drinking your coffee you looked him in the eye. “Where am I?” You asked. His smile suddenly grew a bit in size and he began to giggle to himself quietly, putting a hand to his mouth to stifle the noises of his happiness. “What’s so funny?” “Oh, you! We’re home, silly! You are home.”

home ・　・　・

h o m e ・　・　・

That word never felt more incorrect in your head. This isn’t your home. This isn’t your bedroom. This is not your place of residence.

He set this up.

He set this up to kidnap you.

“This isn’t my home, doc-“ “Oh, but it is!” He interjected, “this is your new home. Your new home where you will stay.” His tone at the end of that sentence made your skin almost crawl, yet the heat in between your legs betrayed that grossed out feeling you felt. Why was your body feeling two completely different emotions in this situation— arousal and confusion? That’s strange.

“Anyway,” he took a moment to creep over to the side of the bed where he took his seat, weight slightly shifting to the left side of the bed. He crossed his leg over and leaned closer to you, putting a hand to your now blushed face. This was all so confusing for you, why is this happening? Why is he touching you again? His touch felt different as well. It had a possessive tinge to it that made it feel wrong, yet it was soft and caring, almost feather like against your skin. “I cant wait to decorate you, my darling.”

Decorate? What could he mean by that? Decorate via clothes? Decorate via accessories? Jewelry? Marks…? Bruises? Hickeys? He sighed and kisses your cheek, followed with him humming to himself. He got up and started to head towards the door. “Get dressed, my darling, we must be out shortly—“ He turned to look at you, looking up at him with those confused doll like eyes that were red and glossy, like you were about to cry. He sighed through his nose, you could see his chest going up and down with the inhale and exhale. And then he sighed audibly, walking back towards you and crawling back onto the bed by the footboard, getting closer to you, touching the nape of your neck with the tip of his nose, taking in your sweet scent with a sickly smile on his face before he put the nape of your neck in his mouth, biting down almost aggressively. This automatically caused you to inhale and then yelp, resulting in a stifled laugh to come from the darker cookie above you. He grabbed hold of your thigh and placed it with on his side, holding it there, squeezing at it tenderly. He continued to suck on your neck, either going up your neck or down, onto your shoulders leaving small peppers of bite marks. Your hands didn’t know what to do, so they just found themselves to be in Espresso’s short hair, entangling themselves. It felt good, almost like a surge of exhilaration going through your body, the heat of the fire going through a fireplace. The heat of your body increasing higher and higher, you catch yourself panting. It almost feels like a wet dream. In well pressed black slacks did he take his knee and push his kneecap in between your legs as he sucked away at you, pushing at you to release more of your intoxicating voice that he forced out of your lungs with each breath and action. It was his now.

He wanted to claim you.

He kept grinding his knee into your soaked cunt protected by your undergarments, making you cry out in ecstasy. You put your other thigh up on his other side so that he could have more leg room, so that you could want more. So that you could have more, you with your selfish mind in your selfish fantasies. This is what you’ve been dreaming about yet you never thought your dreams would come true—all the gaslighting he did during the two semesters left you down sighted, almost with no real close reality to follow by. However, you were sure that he meant what he was doing.

He licked up at your neck, a long thin train of saliva coating the front of your throat. You laughed and moaned and squealed, feeling your orgasm building up from his constant demand. “D-D-Doc-ctor! I… I-I’m-mm cl-o-o-se! Eee..!” You squealed in your aching breath. He chuckled as he kissed up your neck, nearly sending you over the edge. When you were sure you were about to cum, he pulls away and looks at you, wide eyed by his actions. He chuckled darkly at your facial expression as you felt your orgasm peak away, shaking a finger in your face. “I had to, you’re so cute… but sadly you won’t be getting all the glitters yet.” He said with a sultry smirk before crawling off of the bed and walking towards the door. He turned to look at you, you wore the same for eyes as you had on before his ministrations. “Get cleaned up now, darling. Cover your neck with some color corrector and get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us, remember?” He walked out, shutting the door behind him.

You never felt more used in your life.

You eventually went out with Espresso, but no had set up ground rules for you when you both go out in public. They sounded obscene, however you kind of understood them. “Wherever I go, you go. Be calm, be polite, and be courteous. Do not speak unless spoken to. You must always refer to me as Espresso.”

You learned something about him very quickly: Espresso is extremely controlling.

Every time something caught your eye, he would immediately drag you back to his side. He would always hold onto your hand, never letting go. He had a specific set time for every little thing. He would take at least ten minutes with you browsing, and then, to the fitting rooms you two went. However, he would let you pick out half and half— things you liked, things he liked. Casual versus dress. He liked the clothes he chose better, they made you look more doll like, more pretty and clean, crisp and perfect.

One that he specifically liked was a crème colored dress with brown trim. Floral embroidery at the bottom hem and frills around the sleeveless sweetheart neckline. It made you look like a waitress at a German bar, but nevertheless, he liked it, very much so. From then on he worked to expand your wardrobe, slowly changing his mind on the clothes he wanted you to wear. No longer did he really seem to care about your fashion tastes, he wanted you to wear what he wanted you to wear and that would be the end of the discussion. From the crown of your head to the heels of your feet— you would be dressed to his design, from formal clothes to casual to even pajamas— would you believe that all your pajamas were made of that satin like silk and were all lightly colored? So comfy? You’d think he was doing you a favor at least to allow you to live in some kind of comfort, although we digress that it’s rather short lived.

Each morning there was a set ritualistic schedule that he implemented. Every morning, after getting showered, teeth brushed, hair blow dried and makeup applied, you are to meet him in the kitchen no more or no less than nine thirty. He would place a mat on the kitchen floor, and while he sat in front of you, sitting in a pale oak chair facing you, you sat on the mat, sitting in your knees. At first, you thought this was ridiculous. You would often refuse him in the beginning. Espresso was first gracious and patient in the beginning, offering to coach and coax you down into doing what he wanted you to do, but soon that faded. When he wanted you down, he wanted you down. “Sit!” He would yell at you as though you were a dog. Out of fear you would automatically do as you were told. Espresso wasn’t known by name to be aggressive, however, that doesn’t mean he can’t get that way. You’ve seen that he can and will use either words or certain items against you to get you to do what he wants— he owns whips. That’s not surprising to most, and he has come close to using them. When he talks, he expects you to give your undivided attention to him and failure to do this will result in a harsh, condescending scolding.

“Hasn’t your mother taught you to look people in the eye when being addressed? What is wrong with you anyway?”

He would start with a calm smile and a quick correction of his glasses sitting on the brim of his nose.

“Now… what are the rules?”

“Rule one, wherever you go… I also go..”

“Go on…”

“Rule… rule two… I must be calm, polite, and courteous.”

“Good, try not to stutter too much, love. What’s rule three?”

“Rule three is… I… I must not speak unless spoken to.”

“And rule four…?”

“I… ah…” you always panicked here. It’s not because you didn’t remember because he always made sure you remembered this rule specifically, but you hated it. You now hated his name more than anything. He scared you, he’s too domineering, too dark minded, sick, twisted, lovesick…

He’s like a disease.

“What’s rule four, my darling? Come on now.”

“I… must always re-refer to you as… as Espresso.”

With that he would praise you and allow you to stand, not letting you leave yet however, he still wanted something from you. At the end of that session, every single morning, he wanted you to tell him that you loved him and for you to give him a kiss. At first you didn’t mind this, simple enough right? Just tell him you love him and kiss his cheek, right? Simple. No. He didn’t want you to do it like that. He wanted you to smile, show him your shining eyes, he wanted a proper kiss, in his head that would be to the mouth. This soon began to grow ill on you and you soon began to detest this part. Of course, like eating your vegetables or paying your bills, you had to get it out of the way in order to continue with your day. But this isn’t the only thing that was scheduled by him.

Let’s not forget the fact that he made you quit your job, if you so had one, to keep a better eye on you and to get a better hold on your time. He wants you bound to his house and if that means taking away your source of income, he will do that. In turn for this absence of funds, he gives you monthly allowances that come out of his paychecks. Five hundred dollars a month, for you to use as you need to. But, in the end, you barely ever use this money since he buys everything for you.

So what’s the point?

What is the point?

Lunch came at noon sharp. He expected you to attend. This means that you had to drop whatever you are doing to meet him back in the kitchen to once again, go over the rules, and end it off with an “I love you, Espresso,” with a kiss. He does this multiple times a day. If any outings are to occur, he has a set time for them as well. Dinner is at six, and you are expected to clean up for bed no later than ten thirty, and to be in bed no later than midnight, which is rather hypocritical of him considering the fact that he barely sleeps, and you didn’t mind to call him out for this. “Why do I need to go to bed at a certain time when you yourself won’t sleep for days?” His only answer is “because I say so,” and that will be the end of it. You talk back, he gets mean to correct you. To make sure that you followed this time schedule, he would often feign sleep, in your bed, abandoning his own bedroom during most nights, to ensure you were doing as you were told. Not that he didn’t have a problem with that, he would much rather lay with you than alone.

This is your new life, your new ordinary life. Now let’s ask ourselves: Why didn’t she say no? Why didn’t she resist the offers he made, his silly little mind games? The taunting, the teasing, the gaslighting, the brutal words behind him sweet smile… well…

There’s some things in life one just can’t resist. We always seem to let curiosity and desires get the best of us, don’t we? You walk with him, arm in arm, dull eyes with a pure fake smile, silent as a doll. You played the part as a doll quite well under his gaze, and you were always under it. He’s covered every bit of your clothes in his cologne, the savory smell of gourmet roasted coffee beans. He’s not going to let you was it out either, he’ll just cover you back up in his scent again, just like a disease that you can’t rid yourself of no matter how hard you try.

#infrawrites #infra@212!#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #yandere crk #crk espresso cookie #espresso cookie #espresso cookie x reader #tw smut #tw yandere #yandere #x reader #yandere x darling

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comecloserwouldyou · 1 year

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The End of the “Human Exchange program” Pt.1

🔜Part 1.5

(‼️keep in mind this is only an au‼️)

(‼️‼️Everybody × reader (angst) ‼️‼️) Everybody knew this would happen. Everybody knew the end of this human exchange program is was near. Of course it was near. It was inevitable after all. But what the didn’t know was it would end this fast. The end of the “Human exchange program” was here and now it was time for the human exchange to go back. Here are some background (inner) thoughts and feelings.

Lucifer:

It feels like a dream. The poor guy can’t get a break. He feels like it’s his duty to….subtly…..hold everybody together. Top all of that off with the fact he’s overworking himself to keep his mind off of you. Bad situation. His sleep schedule has once more declined, to a point that it’s even worse than it was before you left. He constantly sees, hears and related everything to you. He has always been hyper vigilant of everything and everybody in the house. It made him feel like he could be in control and protect everybody, and you were no exception to the rules (well you almost always were but he digresses). “MC…no…come back. I’m so sorry for everything. Please come back. You’re the only one I can love and trust. My pride is nothing when you’re around. You are my walking pride, my love. Please come back…come home.”

Mammon:

He’s absolutely stopped in his tracks. He can’t even comprehend that you’re gone, and when he finally does it’s not pretty. Lots and lots of tears. The house is going to be barren for Kleenexes for a while. He goes out almost everyday and gambles away what little does he have, but he doesn’t care. It’s something to do outside the torture of the House of Lamentation. He also has a habit of getting himself drunk, and subsequently getting himself yelled at by lucifer. His only comeback was the he couldn’t handle the loss, and surprisingly lucifer put a blanket around his shoulder and gently told him to go and sober up. “Nonononononono! Stay! There’s no need for you to go home! Isn’t this your home too? Don’tcha wanna stay? We had so much fun! We can continue to have fun! Just…p-please… don’t a-abandon me like everyone e-else.”

Leviathan:

Levi’s first reaction is to lock himself up in his room and go into full denial. Eventually, he lets the cold exterior melt off and his true colours become fully transparent. Much like his brothers, he submerges himself in his activities: video games, comic cons updates and other otaku related things. He doesn’t leave his room for days on end, and when he does it’s only for food and water. He’s jealous of every human who even gets to see your beautiful face in the human realm, but his biggest regret is never going out and doing anything with you. Even his precious Ruri-chan can’t do anything to ease his heartache. “I-I don’t care. Y-you’re just a n-normie. It d-doesn’t m-matter. I have p-plenty of friends o-online. I-I don’t n-need y-you. I- I….need you. Please! Please! C-come h-home! I-I still don’t k-know so m-much about you. I-I should have been l-less selfish. I should have t-tried to g-get to know y-you b-better.”

Satan:

(Goes into bedroom and throws a major tantrum.) Basically, this guy lost his anger translator and when that happens…bad things happen. Once more lucifer finds him on the receiving end of pranks, but not normal pranks. His pranks become harsher, his anger showing through them. He has also raided the bookstore more times than beel raided the fridge last year. Which is definitely an impressive feat in and of itself. You’ll find that his precious book pages are covered in tear drop stains. You taught him to love, to be truly calm and so much more. Please, bring back the anger translator for everybody’s sakes. “Come back please? You’re the eye of the hurricane. The calm. Please…come back. Please? We can do anything you want. Anything! I’ll never deny you another walk. We can go whenever you want! Just please, come back.” Asmodeus:

Sad. Break. Up. Songs. So what if the boy didn’t break up with her, same general gist. Girl leaves boy, boy can’t see girl and ta-da it feels like a break-up has occurred. The boy doesn’t party. He doesn’t do his skin routine (which absolutely no one can tell), and acts like an insomniac (fully evident in his overly sassy behaviour). Basically, not like the Asmodeus everybody knows. He wishes you could come back so he would have his spa, manicure and pedicure buddy back. “Mc you made me feel beautiful, inside and out. Come back. I promise, I’ll always tell you how beautiful you are. You are the most gorgeous being alive, even more than myself. Please…come back…. I’ll treat you like a princess. I p-promise.”

Beelzebub:

Poor baby boy isn’t hungry. He doesn’t eat, except when forced. His work out routine has sky rocketed from an hour and a half to over three hours. If he’s not working out then he’s either crying, laying with Belphie to feel some semblance of peace, or at sports practice. Most of all, he misses your sweetness. You always could work out any situation, and even better you kept the peace and happiness of the house alive. “Please Mc, come home. Come back to your family. We…I need you. We can hang out just like the good old days. Get food, snuggle with Belphie, fall asleep watching movies and more. Whatever you want, just name it. Just…come home to us, to me.”

Belphegor:

He honestly wonders if he kills everybody that you know up there if you’ll come back to them. Just a thought. (Might want to text beel a thank you for saving your family’s lives.) He is very annoyed and confrontational about everything and everybody, except beel. He wants to sleep to escape, but then he dreams about you. Then he wants to stay awake, but he’s just so tired and things, places and certain things remind him of you. Basically, he’s losing his precious sleep because of you, but he isn’t annoyed at you. He’s just lonesome for you. “Mmmm…..Oh, it was just a dream. Mc isn’t really here. Please come back. You would scold me for being so harsh, heh. Please come back…..starlight.”

(‼️ there is a part 1.5 for dateables‼️)

(Yes, this shits gonna be a series 🤡)

Kay, bye! ( took me a week to do this nah- 🤨📸⁉️)

#Obey me #Obey me lucifer #Obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mc #obey me angst #obey me also actually hurts my hand #Took me a week #lmfao #this so cringe #Why am I doing this #so many tags

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ahnsael · 6 months

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I'm surprised to realize that I have not mentioned this here.

I left my job at the casino. I was under a microscope from somebody above my boss. I don't know who, but that doesn't really matter.

I have health issues. I was in the emergency room twice in a week. Then I went home early a few times after throwing up into trash cans at work because it would come on too suddenly for me to make it to the restroom. As a result, I was put on probation.

The writing was on the wall, so instead of getting fired I terminated my own employment. Everybody has been nice about it (at least those I have spoken with). And I hold no anger towards the casino or anyone there. Not even whoever it was who decided that I was on very thin ice, and tap dancing. Depending on what comes next, they may have done me a favor.

For now I am resting after over seven years of working on my feet, and adjusting back to a more "normal" sleep schedule. I used to wake up at 9pm for my graveyard shift. Today I got up at 6pm. It's a process.

I still wake up for moments to roll over and think "Who am I wrking with tonight? What specific things do I need to get done tonight?" And then I realize that neither question applies anymore.

I know I burned the bridge with the company. I only gave 18 hours notice. But I am honestly thanking everyone I speak to with whom I worked. Until receently, it was overall a wonderful experience. I even enjoyed it recently, but had added stress because of the situation. But I generally like (almost) everyone I worked with (and those I wasn't a fan of are gone -- I even get along with employees who almost everyone else does not like; it's all about how you approach them). I had over seven good years there. But it was time to move on.

There are a LOT of times throughout my career, and different jobs, where I ask an employee to do something they would rather no do and they respond "If any other manager had asked me to do that, I would refuse. But since it is you, I'll do it." When I was new at the casino, I told a porter (read: custodian) that my first rule of being a manager is to never ask someone to do something that I would not do. One night, someone vomited on the restroom floor. I couldn't just walk away from it, so I grabbed a handful of towels and started cleaning it up. My porter just happened to walk in as I was doing it. I did not advertise that I would be doing it. He walked in, saw me on my hands and knees (back when my hands and knees worked right) and said "Wow, you really did mean it when you said you wouldn't ask us to do anything you would not do!" From that point on, he never complained when I asked him to do something.

Iam really going to miss both my coworkers and my guests. I went in last night just to collect a few personal things. I forgot about my umbrella, but it felt awkward being there so soon after resigning. I refused to go into the office. That wouldn't feel right. The office is employees only. So the other manager grabbed a few things, then we spoke for a bit and shook hands. This is the manager with whom I did not get along for months. They we had it out and understood each other better and then we got along. We shook hands. I got to wish my security guard the best and shake his hand. I got to say goodbye to a bartender with whom I generally only worked with once per week, but we had good conversations on that one night per week. I got emotional enough that I had to let it pass before I drove home. Driving home with blurred vision from crying would probably be about as dangerous as drunk driving.

I still get emotional over it. I had been there since mid-July 2016. This is the end of a long chapter in my life. I am still a little surprised I went through with it. But I was going to be pushed out if I didn't walk out on my own. And I know this was not what my boss wanted. He did not want to suspend me Friday morning. It was onlytwo days, but it also came with 90 days probation, like when I first hired in, but more strict suspension. If I even left work early, I was likely going to be fired from the sounds of it, even if I am sick.

I woke up to a message from the assistant property manager (he was part of the disciplinary meeting when I was suspended) telling me he thinks I did the best thing for my physical and mental health.

There is only one sour taste that I have in my mouth.

We were robbed at gunpoint in July of this year. Our county has an app where I can make sure they are still in jail. But one of our employees has severe PTSD after having a gun aimed at them. I was in a break area when the robbery happened and didn't know it had happened until the robbers had left. I called 911, not knowing that another employee was already on the phone with them. AFTER I called 911, the employees said that the gunmen had said they would come back to shoot and kill us all if we called law enforcement. I may not have been out there, but I have been robbed at gunpoint. This was mid-2000s. I still have flashbacks.

So if they said they didn't feel safe and wanted to go home, I would let them. I have a heart. Sure, it left us short staffed, but my most recent boss would agree that part of being a manger is running the business, but we also have to care for our staff.

Then it came down from HR that if this person called off or went home early, we had to give very specific reasons.

First, they already know the specific reasons. They are just being picky. They have a note from this person's psychiatrist detailing how deeply her PTSD goes. One other time she had fallenwhile getting out of bed and felt like she may fall again during her shift, and I put that down as the reason. But I was being askedd to go deeper into asking about and announcing her private medical information. That rubbed me very much the wrong way.

This is not the bartender I saw last night, but they are one of the first people I told after I made it official and we spoke on the phone and wished each other well. We do have each other's phone numbers so it was not necessarily goodbye. But she is this sweet ld lady who can party. Emloyees are entitled to one free "after shift" drink whether they are gambling or not (if not gambling they have to pay for any further drinks but the casino's drinks cost less than any other bar nearby). She ordered a shot of Fireball and a manager who is thinking of leaving early next year (one of two planning to leave -- I don't know that they will be able to maintain a 24-hours-a-day operation with as many of us as they are losing) decided, as a joke, to fulll a "bucket glass" with Fireball (if you aren't familiar with "bucket glass," think rum & Coke sized, but not the tall 12 or 16 oz glass). He figured he was just wasting booze but that it would be funny.

Then this sweet old black lady, always demure and quiet, picked up the glass and slowly downed the entire thing in one go. The rest of the graveyard crew and the manager just stared and dropped our jaws. It really was impressive. The manager asked if she wanted another one and she wisely said no.

This same guy once made me a Jack and Coke in a tall glass and filled it up about 7/8 of the way (after icing the glass) with Jack Danieals, then just added a splash of Pepsi (they are a Pepsi company). I nursed that thing for about an hour and a half. I wasn't going to down it like a bucket glass of Fireball and then drive home. The other crew member who had a drink with us had a wine glass ful of tequila. And the company wonders why the cost of goods for the bar is so high. That bar will never in the history of the casino make a profit. It's their loss leader. Most drinks are complimentary. But it keeps people at the slot machines, which is where the profit comes from. Even when someone wins a huge (and my huge, at this casino that is as high as $15,750), it is actually good for the bottom line. Because they tell their friends, who then come in thinking they will win. And paying jackpots was my favorite part of the job. There is just something about laying out thanksands of dollars in front of someone while counting it out to them. I always loved when people win.

After all, I also watched people go completely broke chasing the big win. I saw one once (well, I didn't actually see it, but I saw the afttermath) run out of money, drain their bank account, run out of money again, then beg people for $3 in gas money to be able to get home (if I would have seen that, I would have had to ask her to leave, but I found out after the fact). When someone (another sweet old lady who I haven't seen since COVID hit so I have a feeling she is no longer...capable of visiting, let's put it that way) told me, I saw the one who had asked for $3 -- you guessed it, gambling that $3 to try to turn it into more.

But people do not seem to understand how slot machines work. Sure, they pay back generally close to 90% of what they take in. That is mandated by the state. But that is an OVERALL percentage. The machines will take and they will take. Then one person will get lucky, and the machine stays in compliance. There is never a guarantee that a guest will win at all. I once put $60 in a machine, bet the minimum of 75¢, and ran out of money without a SINGLE winning spin. Not even a win that paid less than my bet. Not even a one penny win. I never played that game again. But I have paid jackpots on that machine. I was just the unlucky one that time.

Another time, before I started spending more for better health insurance (and thank goodness I did that), I had a game that I liked to play. Most machines have higner payout percentages if you bet more. I would take $200 of each paycheck and use it in that game and either play until that money was gone or until I hit something good. And even if I lost, I had the means to make it until the next paycheck. After upping my health insurance, I was gambling maybe $20 per month at most.

But this one day I was betting $8.80 (it has a Chinese theme and the way the number 7 is considered lucky by many here, there it's the number 8 that is considered lucky). I got a reel combination that resulted in a win of $4,320. On that day, I was the lucky one. For that matter, every employee working at the time (other than the manager -- graveyard is supposedly the only shift where managers can accept tips because we are wearing more hats as far as job duties), some other managers do, but I figure that is between them and the company) -- but every employee other than the manager was handed a $100 bill by me. Tips/tokes/gratuities are NEVER required. I've had to have this conversation many times over the years when employees help with a jackpot and there is no tip. I have to tell them "Yes, they just won $4,000, that does not mean they have not lost a lot more than that." And I could look at their stats if they were using a player's card and see that even after a jackpot like that, they have still lost a lot of money.

It was a very interesting business to work in. I do not at all regret my time with the company. And my boss was very kind when I called him at 5am to tell him I would not be working there anymore, effective immediately. SSo yeah, I deefinitely burned the bridge with the company. But I am staying positive about the people I worked with and the overall experience. Behind Disneyland, this was the second favorite job I have ever had. I may be sad about how it went down at the end, but overall it was a fantastic experience and I will remember the good years I had. I met good people. I worked with good people. I served guests who were awesome to have in the casino.

Granted, there was the guy who tried to jump through a window trying to escape deputies. There was the robbery. There was the guy (who thankfully moved to the other side of the country) who would come in hammered off his rear and want drinks. He once offered me $10,000 for one beer. I said that even if he pulled out $10,000 on the spot, I would still say no. I doubt he had $10,000 on him. I would show him the door, then he would come back even druner, and with no memory of having been there earlier. There were fights. We had a guy break one of our doors (not the window thing -- he actually slit the wood slamming it open because he was upset that I asked to check his ID to make sure he was old enough to be there).

There was some workplace drama between people, but I did my best to stay out of it. If I could understand where both were coming from, I would sit with them and help them hash things out. But if one person came to me complaining about an issue they have with someone else but I'm not seeing what they were (I wrote "are" -- I have to get used to past tense with this job), I just tell them I don't want to hear the complaints. I heard it already, made a decision not to act because I don't see the thing they are complaining about, or it does not involve my shift at all,but people tend to just harp on it (sort of like me with this post).

There was once (quite a few years ago) we had an emplyee ask to go home sick. Their request was granted. Then they sat at a slot machine gambline for hours. We had a manager have too much to drink and cause a HUGE scene. Because of them, a rule was made that managers could not have more than two drinks in a day at the casino (just the one Jack and Coke I had that one day broke that rule). But that rule went away when that manager left. It was a specific rule to keep them in line.

But the good FAR outweighs the challenges. Iam curious to see how things go now that I am gone. But it would probably have to be through the grapevine. When I went in to pick up a few personal items, it felt strange even though I refused to go into the office (after all, the office is "employees only" and I no longer qualify). Just just being there, at least this soon after my employment ending, felt odd.

But I will find something new. It is a new chapter. A fresh start. A chance to maybe sleep normal hours (not sure I will get there; depends on what the nex step in employment is). And two fellow managers have offered to write me glowing recommendations, so that is good. I have definitely burned the bridge with the company. I have not burned any bridges with those with whom I worked. And Ihave no reason to burn any bridges. I worked with a good group of people. This boss was up there with the best bosses I've ever had. And I know everything coming down on me was not his decision (trust me, I've worked for him for over seven years; he is not a liar so if he says he is being told to do something by above him in the company, I believe him). He has proven over the years that he genuinely cares. He once LITERALLY saved my life by sending me to the hospital. Nurses, after doing blood work, were shocked I was still even alive. I had told my boss that the next day was my Friday, so I would go then to not miss work if I was kept overnight. Nurses said that if I would have ignored my boss and waited, I would have definitely died that day. Three days and two blood transfusions later, I was back on my feet and back at work.

So again, despite the fact that it came down to "leave on your own terms, or their terms?" I will always look back at my years there as a good experience. I learned a lot. Not just about the casino business, but how to be a more effective manager. As inconvenient as the times of training classes can be (great, let's go to a noon two hour training class when I have to be up at 9pm for work), the training program is good. And ongoing. You don't just go through initial training and then you're on your own. Classes are even repeated to keep it fresh. There is a binder of shift manager operating procedures in the office that we are told to read four times a year. Most of it is mundane and simple and there were pages that I skipped because I was there for so long I knew them. But there are also some special circumstances covered that it was helpful to re-read. Tehnically I was breaking a rule when I gave CPR at the casino one night. But if a 911 operator is telling me to do it, I am not going to argue. It's like the casino attendant who saw the robbery starting and was not seen, and immediately went outside to call 911, and told them -- when the robbers left -- which way they went, he could have gotten fired for that even though he did EXACTLY the right thing; not per policy, but as a person. All of the managers, including me, GANGED UP on HR to make sure he would not lose his job for having his cell phone on him or not having a manager be the one to make the call (I was uot back, and the other manager was a little busy being held at gunpoint and being threatened with death if he so much as touched his cell phone).

There are things about the company I will never understand. Like, I have an Apple Watch, and a new policy was emailed from HR a few days ago saying they are not allowed. And yet when I was part of drop night until this past monday, whoever was counting money would call me on my personal number (even not carrying my phone, even though I did start carrying it against the rules), I could answer on my watch. If I am not supposed to have it, why did my bosses call me on it?

But I did like when people would see me talking to another manager on my watch. I felt like Inspector Gadget. The difference is that his calls with Penny or Brain (did he have video calls with Brain? I forget) were video calls. Mine were audio calls.

Anyway, I need to shut up. I just have a lot of emotions in me right now. But the fact that my boss did not try to convince me to stay (he can be VERY pursuasive) and my other casino-level boss is telling me that he thinks it was the right thing makes me feel better about the decision. They know I got out before I was forced out. I was not sure about the "forced out" option but I had a feeling. Their reactions tell me that my intuition was correct. I do not know what is next, but I needed to turn that page. I just happen to be on a blank page right now. But the text will continue. I am going to miss the heck out of that job. Not as much as I miss Disneyland, but they were good to me for a long time. It's just a shame that I fell under the microscope because of health issues that they have documentation from doctors about. But I will not let that spoin my memories. A few people say I should sue them for holding medical issues against me, but I do not want that hassle. When I went down in January, I called my boss to tell him that I was ready to return to work, but told him that I would be using a walked. He said "absolutely not in a walker." Then he got chewed out about reasonable accomodation, and he let me back. And the funny thing is that whoever enforced reasonable accomodation is likely the same person who now wanted me out. I do not know that for sure.

So, yeah. That happened. I will see what the next chapter entails. All I know is that she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three (Beauty and the Beast reference unrelated to my situation). As emotional as this time is, I have to find those moments of humor and happiness. It is a huge change in my life, but I have to remain myself, even under stress. And the encouraging words of even my bosses tell me that not only do they accept my decision, but they want what is best for me in the long run.

It's almost like the last time I was at Disneyland in 2019. I saw one of my old managers on the parade route irecting the sales of glow merchandise (it was always his thing) and I walked up to say hello. I look a LOT different than I did as a cast member. I'm much older and balder and more wrinkly. He recognized me as soon as he saw me. And right before the Main Street Electrical Parade (I think -- maybe it was Paint the Night by then; speaking with a former colleague who was maybe my best boss ever was more important to me than the parade). I remember "shooting out the lights on Main Street." I would take two glow swords and recreat the 1992 opening ceremony to the Barceloa Olympics (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmRf41SVHS4). Except opposite. That guy used a bow and flaming arrow to light the Olympic torch (and it really was an impressive shot). I used my (fake) bow and arrow to turn the lights off for the parade. I always got at least some applause directed at me, not just the parade. I used to walk down Main Street U.S.A. and get cheered. Even during other parades, I would (badly) dance (I am not much of a danceer). But people recognized that I was trying and they would applaud.

I will not remember the casino QUITE as well as I do Disneyland. But I wil remember it fondly.

There will come a time when I will make another appearance at the casino. After I am employed again, I may even gamble some. But it is too soon, other than picking up some personal items yesterday.

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All Too Well part 3

Parts 1&2 can be found here

All Too Well By Taylor Swift here

Word count: 10.9k

Warnings: Warnings for the series: drinking, cursing, mentions of food, mentions of pregnancy and allusions to fertility issues, abandonment, SMUT pretty early on(readers first time, choking, penetration, oral f&m receiving, breeding kink with the intentions of pregnancy, birth control slip up, spanking, squirting, slightly dom Hotch, bondage, use of a vibrator, masturbation, Somnophilia, watching porn, use of a Polaroid camera to take nudes, having sex on camera, facefucking, brief sir kink, cockwarming kind of, if I missed anything let me know)

Flashbacks & text messages are italicized. Pieces of the letter are in bold text

By now you're probably wondering where I am.

You could feel him next to you in the bed, still in a deep sleep. His chest moved up and down slowly, his mouth open slightly. You could hear the soft lull of his snoring signifying that he was still snoozing, oblivious to the raging storm outside. It was raining heavily, pounding against the side of the house loudly enough to wake you up. You moved closer to him, tossing your arm over his body. He senses you in his sleep and rolled over, pulling you to his chest. His breathing tickled your neck and ear as you laid beside him, studying his face in the giant cracks of lightning, bright enough to illuminate the room. He could sleep through anything, but especially the rain. Things that woke you easily were lullabies for him; he loved to fall asleep listening to the rain pound at the tin roof.

It would take you forever to fall asleep now that you were up, so you laid still in his arms and tried not to wake him. He had been restless the first couple of days and his sleep schedule was finally starting to even out. He had to get used to not being up for days at a time, often staying up long after you'd fallen asleep. He'd been getting in the habit of going to bed with you, and it had been working well. For the last couple of nights, he'd been sleeping like normal, still waking up early but any victory was a large one in your book.

You ran your fingers through his hair, watching a soft smile appear in his sleep. His hands crept beneath your shirt, warming your skin upon contact. He sighed contentedly now that he was touching your bare skin, pushing your t-shirt out of the way. Even in his sleep, he longed to be close to you in any way he could.

You closed your eyes and failed to fall asleep, rolling over to press your back against his chest. It was hard to miss his hips rolling into yours, the erection growing in his boxers. You'd never wake him up when he was sleeping so peacefully, but you wouldn't stop him if he woke up on his own. As casually as you could, you pressed your backside into his hips, letting him rut into you without abandon. You hoped he woke up so he could fuck you just like this, lazily in the bed while you were both half asleep.

"You up, sugar?" His hands were already on your waistband, waiting for the green light to pull them down.

"Mhm," you helped him out, shoving your pants down past your ankles. You positioned yourself at an angle so he could slip into you easily and it only took a second for him to get the hint, pushing into you from behind.

"Was dreaming about fucking you," he muttered sleepily, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucked you slowly. One hand moved to gather your hair, holding on lightly. You wouldn't have minded him being rough, and he knew it, but you hadn't gotten that far yet sexually, and he was trying to take things slow; it wasn't working considering your hands were constantly on one another, but you still had a lot to learn.

"I was hoping you'd wake up. I could feel you getting hard and I wanted you," you whimpered, your body succumbing to pleasure as you moaned uncontrollably. He followed shortly after, staying in you long after he'd came. You'd almost thought he fell asleep inside of you until he spoke again.

"You feel so good. I can feel you clenching around me," you could feel it too, and that's why he'd stayed still. He remained inside of you until it stopped, easing out and bringing you close.

"I love you sugar."

It's not that I don't love you. I just can't stay still.

"I love you, Aaron."

The next morning, he was gone before you woke up. He'd made plans to go into town to get some groceries and you stayed behind, sleeping in. He was always doing things much earlier than everyone else simply because he woke up at 6 am no matter what was going on. You weren't on his sleep schedule but he didn't mind— he'd get things done so you didn't have to. He was really helpful, and you were grateful to have someone that didn't mind shopping. You had just flipped on the coffee pot when you heard him pull back in, so you ran to the door and opened it, slipping on your shoes to go and help him.

"Good morning, gorgeous," his burnt orange sweater was out of character but adorable nonetheless as he sprang from the drivers seat to come and kiss you. You met him as he climbed out, cupping his face with your hands as you kissed him. He grabbed your waist and let you lead him to the hatch, the two of you carrying the groceries in one trip. You started putting things up while he poured the two of you a cup of coffee and checked the fire.

"Are we gonna try to unpack the living room today?" You knew he'd tell you it could wait but you tried anyway.

"Babyyyy," he drug it out dramatically, turning to face you with his hands on his hips, "We've been here two days. Can we at least take the weekend to just hang out? Please?"

You rolled your eyes, a grin spreading out onto your face as you gave into him.

"Fine, but we're watching scary movies later. You promised yesterday," you reminded him, and he came to help you finish in the kitchen.

"Later. We can't watch them in the daytime, then they won't be scary," he countered, dipping down to kiss your cheek before he continued to put up groceries.

"What do you want to do today, if we aren't unpacking?" You'd just put up the last bag of items, leaning against the counter to look at him. He took you by the hand and led you to the bedroom, gesturing to the bed once you'd made it into the room.

"This weekend is kind of like our honeymoon. We just moved in. We shouldn't even think about leaving this bed, honestly," he rationalized, climbing in. You followed shortly after, leaning against the pillows as he found a show to watch.

The truth is, I don't want to slow down yet.

"I never thought I'd see the day where you wanted to sit around and watch tv," you played with his hair as he used you for a pillow, his head on your chest.

"I like being like this with you."

He kissed the exposed skin of your chest, peering up at you through his dark lashes as you brushed his hair back.

"Me too. It's just different to see is all. I'm glad I'll have you around all the time."

He brought your arms up, taking your shirt off, before removing his own. He returned to lay on your chest, his skin deliciously warm against yours. He often wanted to be as close to you as possible, and he'd remove as many layers as it took to get you there.

"Your skin is so soft, baby," he ran his hand over your arm, tracing your stomach with his fingertips. You wanted to feel shy under his gaze but it was nearly impossible. He made you feel too good to be self conscious. His hands traveled all over your body before settling on your hips, or rather, pulling your pants down them. You weren't sure why you even packed clothes; you'd been naked the majority of your stay so far.

"I'm glad you love it," you giggled, watching his eyes flutter shut on your naked chest. He truly loved everything about you, from your head to your toes. You loved that he'd been the only person to ever touch you, to ever pleasure you properly. You were fixated on him, brushing his hair away from his face absentmindedly while you looked at him.

"What is it, sugar?"

"Just like looking at you," it sent a thrill through him as he snaked his arms around your neck and pulled you down to kiss him. He stared back at you, a loving look in his eye that you weren't sure you'd ever seen before.

"You know how happy it makes me to know someone as gorgeous as you likes looking at me?" He laid you down, sitting next to you. He just wanted to look at you, spread you out and admire you all afternoon.

"You're perfect, Aaron. I always want to look at you," you tickled his chest, earning a giggle in response. He leaned back, inhaling sharply at the sight of you.

"You're a masterpiece. I could stare at you just like this all day," he pulled your thighs apart, eyes glued to your center. He made no effort to touch you, only look. You teased him by cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples between your fingers, a small moan leaving your lips. He still didn't give in, instead, he pushed his pants down and took his dick in his hand and began to stroke himself slowly. He wanted to make sure you were looking.

"Want to put on a show for me, baby? Touch that pretty pussy of yours for me," you nodded, slipping your hand between your legs, spreading your glistening pussy apart for him to revere. He licked his lips, precum dripping from the tip of his cock. He gathered it on his finger and plopped it in your mouth, letting you suck lightly until you'd cleaned it off for him. Your fingers finally made contact with your clit, and you felt yourself heaven a sigh of relief. You'd been aching to experience something to combat the pressure building between your legs, and you couldn't think of anything sexier than touching yourself for Aaron.

You were a soaked mess, rubbing furiously at your clit as he watched in awe, his wrist finding the perfect rhythm, his cock throbbing in his hand as he touched himself for you. You were getting close, your fingers toying incessantly at your clit.

"That's it, baby. Cum all over those pretty little fingers," your back arched as you came, your knees weak, your eyes hazy. As soon as you regained your senses, you leaned forward to put his cock in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out around him. He made a truly guttural sound before meeting your mouth with his thrusts, his dick in the back of your throat. Tears threatened to spill over the corners of your eyes as you gagged on him, working his shaft with your hand and the rest of him with your mouth. He was slick, sliding in and out of your mouth with ease, spit dripping down your chin as you choked on him.

"Oh fuck," his hand gripped the back of your head as he finished on your tongue, his salty cum filling your throat. You swallowed every drop of him, shocked that he'd chosen to finish in your mouth. Here lately, he was obsessed with finishing inside of you. You knew he was just getting started; he'd been in rare form the last few days, obsessed with you.

"I told you cleaning could wait," he broke the silence, a lighthearted laugh leaving his lips. You leaned back, propped up on your elbow, flipping through the channels, oblivious to his staring. If you could've read his mind you would've known how truly glad he was to be laid up with you, how much he adored you.

I'll never stop loving you. But I've got to see this through.

"What sounds good for dinner?"

You broke his concentration as he looked up at you, shrugging.

"I was craving something kind of funny," he said finally, and you were all ears, perking up to listen to his idea. Ten minutes later, you were wrapped in a robe, frying peanut better and jelly sandwiches for the two of you while he watched.

"You made them perfectly golden! My mom used to make these for me," he mused, carrying your plates to the bedroom. It was finally beginning to get dark so you could start up your movie marathon. You had chosen a few different scary movies, because that meant you got to cuddle up close to him and hide in his shoulder at all of the scary parts.

"I think I'll take a shower before the movie," you decided after eating, but you had a plan to surprise him the next time he went to undress you. You'd never worn lingerie before but the little black set had been too sexy to pass up. It was simple, a black bra and panty set, but it was still sexy, with rhinestone embellishments and a robe that matched. You did your normal shower routine, taking the extra time to make sure every inch of your body was silky smooth. You put on lotion and spritzed his favorite perfume on, tying the robe around you as you made your way across the hall. He was sitting in bed watching the tv and waiting on you. He didn't say anything yet, but you'd been wearing a robe before, and you often wore one fresh out of the shower. He wouldn't even know until later when he just could no longer keep his hands to himself.

"Ready for the movies?" You questioned, and he put the first one in the DVD player, sliding in the bed so he could be right up next to you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder through the previews, his fingers toying with the lace on the robe. You could usually keep him entertained for about twenty minutes worth of movie, but after that, his mind started to wander, and so did his hands. He turned out the lights, letting you get comfy next to him as the movie began to play. It started off slow, a bunch of backstory and small details for you to remember. You tried to keep everything straight, but you were too excited to see his reaction to what you were wearing. You had felt a little silly putting it on, but after you tried it on and it situated on your body, you'd felt hot, and you hoped he thought so too.

"This is supposed to be really scary," you told him, tossing your legs across his lap so he could feel how soft you were. His first instinct was to rub your legs, and he was doing a double take after one swipe of his hand.

"You're as soft as a rose petal," he brushed his hands over your legs, arms, any exposed flesh he could reach.

"I'm glad you noticed. I did that just for you," you confessed, watching him go bashful, a tiny bit shy. He blushed, his hand tightening around your thigh as he caressed you softly.

"It's hard to concentrate on anything else when I know your whole body feels like this," he was already faltering, letting the temptation wash him away. He couldn't handle himself around you; you were too irresistible for him. You suddenly weren't worried about the movie anymore, only concerned with making a spectacle of your own. You straddled him, let him get a good look at you before you untied your robe and let it fall down at your sides. His hands immediately darted out to touch you, trailing the fabric of your bra like he was trying to memorize how it looked on you. His eyes shamelessly raked over you more times than you could count before he cleared his throat, toying with the waistband of your panties.

"All of this is for me?"

You nodded silently, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leaned forward to kiss him, letting your mouth move against his tenderly as he showed his appreciation for you. You weren't sure what to expect, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he'd never had anyone go to the lengths that you were just to make him happy.

"All for you," you promised him, barely coming up for air as your mouths molded together. He held you in place but you didn't dare think of moving, not when he was fully immersed in you. You watched the gears turning in his head as he shifted below you, moving you aside so he could look through the drawers of his bedside table. When he came back into view, he was holding the Polaroid camera, staring back at you questionably.

"Can I take your picture? I never want to forget what you look like right now," his voice had reached a dangerously low octave, his eyes darkening dramatically as you nodded back at him. Your confidence was at an all time high, so you posed happily for him, smiling wide. He was enjoying every second of it, snapping pictures quicker than they could instantly develop.

"God, you're flawless. You could be a model, baby. Look at me," you did as he asked, posing when he instructed you to; you let him have his fun, and eventually there was a pile of photos on the bed, spread out for you to see.

"This one is my favorite," he picked out a photo of you smiling, leaned back against the pillows. You watched as he opened up his wallet and slid it inside one of the slots, gathering up the rest and putting them in the top drawer of his bedside table. He turned back to you, his longing for you oozing from him as he lifted your leg in the air, kissing the inside of your ankle. You propped up on your elbows to watch him leave a trail of warm, wet kisses from your ankle to your thigh, stopping when he reached your waist.

"I could spend all day looking at you, perfect girl. I still can't believe you got all dressed up for me," the heat of his mouth was so close to your core that it had you whining, yearning for his mouth on you. He kissed your pussy over your panties and you nearly lost it, biting your lip as he situated between your legs.

"Wanted to surprise you," you squeaked, and he kissed you again, this time with an open mouth, leaving a patch of warmth where his mouth had been. You propped up on the pillows as he pulled your panties down tantalizingly slow, his eyes gracing over every part of you like he was reading a book. He couldn't help himself, he wanted you to know how much you were desired.

"I'm glad you did, baby. But it's time to undress you so I can fuck you with my mouth, okay? Be a good girl and spread your legs," you did as he asked, your legs shaking in expectancy. You knew that look— he wouldn't stop until the sheets were a mess and your legs were in the air. You could barely contain your excitement; you knew you were in for a treat.

He teased your entrance with his fingertips, gathering your arousal on his fingers. He used them to spread you open, his tongue slipping into you, as promised. He moved upwards, circling your clit with his tongue, lapping at you hungrily, one of your legs hooked behind his head.

"You taste so sweet, pretty girl."

After a handful of orgasms on his tongue, you were panting for breath, gasping as his fingers slipped into you. You clenched around them, watching his eyes grow wide.

"So fucking sexy," he growled, pumping his fingers in and out of you fast enough to make you a quivering mess, your cum dripping onto the sheets as he fucked you with his fingers. You'd never had an orgasm like that before; rattling your entire body to the core. He looked at you adoringly, like he'd never experienced anything like you before.

"That was intense," you whispered, voice nearly lost in the wind beyond the cabin walls.

"It was so hot, baby. Think you can cum like that again?" He continued using his fingers, bringing you close to the edge in no time flat; when you shook a second time, soaking his fingers once more, he was pulling his boxers down to fuck you properly.

"Please," you choked as he slammed into you, his hips pounding furiously against yours. The room went quiet except for the echo of your flesh slapping against each other in a sex crazed frenzy. You felt his hand creep around your neck so you encouraged him further by placing your own hand over his and squeezing tight.

"Fuck, you're sure this is okay?" He was already thumbing the veins in the side of your neck, inquisitive about the power he would hold with his hand around your neck. After a moment of deliberation, his hand was wrapped tentatively around you, waiting for your signal.

"Please, Aaron."

His hips never stopped pounding against you, but now it was combined with the light pressure of his hand, exploring the boundaries of having you powerless beneath him. You had fantasized about being dominated by him, his intimidating tone, his authoritative attitude. You knew deep down somewhere there was a version of him just waiting to be unleashed; one that would tie you up and turn you into a filthy play thing.

He never grasped too tight, letting go whenever you'd tap lightly on his hand. You established a silent method of communication to express boundaries that you could use in the future; you both understood what it meant and if it needed an explanation, you'd give one, but for now, he knew what your body needed to be satisfied. One final grip of your neck and you were crying out in ecstasy, your nails digging into his shoulders. He was ducking down to kiss you, first your lips, then your neck where his fingertips had been.

"Can't believe you let me do that," he said mostly to himself, still slightly baffled. You held up your neck for him to do it again, groaning at the sight of you so eager to be choked by him. He buried himself into you, fucking you harder than ever before. You couldn't remember a time when he'd been so passionate, so into you.

"I want to try everything with you," you assured him, feeling his dick twitch and fill you. He took a deep breath as he put your legs together, sliding out of you and pulling his boxers up.

"Baby, I— I've never done that before. Did I hurt you? You'd tell me if I did, right?" He was examining your neck for any marks, but you grabbed his hands instead, lacing your fingers through his.

"I promise you didn't hurt me. I wouldn't have kept asking you to do it if it hurt," he nodded, kissing your neck anyway, laying on your shoulder. His breathing was shallow, unsteady from moments prior.

"I liked that a lot more than I want to admit," he said finally, a concerned expression on his face. He didn't like the thought of being turned on by something that could potentially be hurting you, even if you enjoyed it.

"I really liked it. I know it's new and different, but there's a lot of stuff I want to try with you," you tried to raise his spirits, because you'd thought the entire exchange was sexy beyond comparison. You'd never experienced anything so erotic.

"There's plenty of stuff I've never done before too, and I want to do them all with you," he reminded you, and you were suddenly blushing at all of the filthy thoughts running through your head.

"I really want to sit on your face. That's at the top of my list. And I want you to tie me up with one of your ties," you said shamelessly, watching his head fill with ideas at the thought of tying you up.

"Oh god, I never thought about tying you up," he said breathlessly, his eyes darting from your wrists to your ankles as he scoped out your body. You still had your legs tucked together, laying flat on the bed. He was laying next to you, his head on your thigh.

"You can tie me up, only let me touch you with your permission. You'd be in total control," you explained. He cocked his head to the side to listen to you, intrigued by your ideas.

"You'd let me do that?"

"Baby, I'm practically begging you to do it," you laughed, your fingers weaved in his hair. He sat up suddenly, looking in his bag at the foot of the bed. Within a minute he produced a navy blue Gucci tie, his eyebrow raised up at you questionably. You simply sat up on your knees and held out your wrists, letting him tie you up. He made sure you couldn't move very far before lifting your hands to kiss where you were bound, capturing your lips afterwards.

"If it starts to be too much, just tell me and we'll stop, okay?" He was stripping down, naked at the foot of the bed. He motioned for you to move so you went to the edge of the mattress and sat on your knees. He reached between your thighs to toy with your clit, tilting your face to meet his mouth. He showered you in affection, his fingers teasing you lightly, with just enough pressure to drive you mad. Your hips wiggled and he stopped, his eyes dark as he looked down at you.

"You've got to be still, sugar, or else I'll stop. Do you understand?"

You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him; he needed to hear you say it.

"Words, baby."

"I understand. I'll be a good girl," you promised, raising up on your knees to give him access to your center. He continued to play with your clit, working tirelessly to bring you over the edge. You placed your hands on his dick, stiff and throbbing in front of you, only for Aaron to stop again, pulling away from you.

"You didn't ask, sugar."

It was sweet and fucking infuriating, his seductive voice and his ability to play the game oh so well.

"Can I please touch you, baby?"

He shook his head, so you placed your hands on his chest instead, batting your lashes up at him in an attempt to get him to change his mind.

"Please, baby?" You pushed further, your hands already sneaking back down past his waist. He grabbed the tie that held you secure and tilted your face to look at him, his eyes dark and lust filled.

"What did I say? If you don't listen, you won't get to touch at all," he warned, his hand moving from your face to your neck to squeeze lightly before he began pleasuring himself, without your help. You watched with star studded eyes as he brought himself close, but not quite. Just when you thought you'd explode from not being able to touch him, he guided your mouth to his dick, watching as you opened wide for him. You took him in your mouth and sucked furiously, his fingers snaking between your legs to play with you.

"You're such a good girl, putting my cock in your throat like that," he praised as you gagged around him, soaking his fingers as you came. You hollowed your cheeks out around him, sucking furiously as he thrust into your mouth, tears streaming down your face as you let him use your mouth. You were helpless, bound and gagged on him. His eyebrows were pulled tightly together, his hand gathering your hair to hold.

You felt the salty liquid fill your throat as you swallowed every last drop, looking up at him with loving eyes. You had never seen anything like him, chest heaving as he tried to steady himself. He reached for your wrists immediately, untying you so he could examine the skin underneath. He wanted to make sure he hadn't left any marks, that he didn't hurt you.

"You're okay? It wasn't too much?"

You reassured him that you were fine, that you'd enjoyed yourself, and then he relaxed visibly, sitting on the edge of the bed. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, kissing his back and shoulder blades.

"I love you, Aaron. I trust you. I know I'm safe with you."

I promise it isn't you. I think you're perfect. It's me, and I know that.

"I love you more than anything, sugar. You have no idea how special it is to me that you let me touch you like this. I— I don't ever want to think about anyone else touching you," it was greedy, possessive, you loved every second of it. You loved belonging to him, knowing that you were his. He'd never let you forget it, going above and beyond for you in all aspects.

"I don't want anyone else. I never want anyone else to see me like this. Just you," you mumbled against his back, sighing at all of the boxes left to be unpacked. You'd spent all afternoon in the bed and it was getting dark out, another day passed by without settling in. You tried not to nag him about it because he was enjoying the slow pace, but it was secretly driving you mad, all of the boxes everywhere.

"Promise me something," he turned around to face you, capturing your face with his hand, his thumb brushing your cheek.

"Anything," you agreed, captivated by his big brown eyes. You could stare at them forever, amber pools and flecks of gold, deep and gorgeous.

"Will you love me forever? I—I really want to be kept by you," he kissed your forehead, and you felt an overwhelming pang of love strike through you. It was unexpected, something you never saw coming with him, but you were in deep, so in love with him that life beyond him didn't seem to make sense.

"Forever. I promise it'll always be you."

✨✨✨

You'd kept your promise to him, and he'd inadvertently done the same. Deep down, you knew something would draw you back together; you never expected it to be a snowstorm, or the thunderstorm that occurred right after your big fight.

You were sat in the bathroom floor, waiting on him to seal your fate when the first clap of thunder came, shaking the foundation of the house.

"Great. Another storm," you sighed, still rocking in his lap. It was soothing, the repetition, being held by him. You wanted more than anything for him to decide you were worth it, worth the arguments and the long nights.

"I'm not losing you again. I'm sorry about what I said. We may be in deep, but it's not a bad thing," he whispered, his head cradling yours.

"I can't help it Aaron. I just love you too much."

He nodded, taking a deep breath before he kissed your forehead.

"No such thing as too much. We were always bound to end up together, you know. I couldn't stay away from you. Looking back, I don't know how I did it for a year."

You didn't know either, because it had been hell. You'd been miserable for months, going through the motions until Penelope tried to pull you out of your funk. She took you shopping, you went out with her and her friends. She made you feel included, safe. You'd begun to open back up, feel a little bit more normal than before.

"It wasn't easy, Aaron. But we're here now. And I'm hoping you don't go anywhere, because I see lightning," you were watching out the small bathroom window as the wind blew and the rain began to fall, the weather taking a drastic turn.

"We won't stop trying for a baby, right? It's—I just really want to be a dad," he sighed, and you understood completely. It was frustrating for you, not being able to give him children. You'd even talked about surgical alternatives before if things didn't get any easier.

"We won't stop trying. I thought that's why you left the first time. Because I couldn't give you what you really wanted."

He stayed quiet, which confirmed your worst fears. He'd given up because you couldn't get pregnant. You stood up, a bit dizzy, but otherwise you were okay. You just wanted to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

"Wait—"

He was on your heels as you headed for the kitchen. You stood by the sink, and he stood on the other side of the bar, looking back at you like he knew he was losing you a second time. You weren't sure how you'd move forward knowing that the one thing you couldn't give him is what he wanted the most.

"I'm finished talking, Aaron. You want a baby and I can't make that happen for you. Maybe when the storm clears up, you can make things right with Beth and she can give you a kid."

He shook his head, his eyes glassy and exhausted. You could tell he was tired of the back and forth just as much as you were. You wanted to eat and go to bed, forgetting the night had even happened.

"Stop talking about Beth! I don't want a family with her! This is about us. A baby isn't why I left—not completely. I left because I couldn't leave the job behind, and you didn't deserve to sit at home waiting on someone who couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. It's different now, though. I swear."

You weren't sure if you could believe him or not, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt because you didn't want to see him walk away twice. You wanted more than anything for him to make the choice to stay despite the obstacles. He'd been so willing to try again that his mood swings were giving you whip lash. You weren't sure what to expect from him at any given time considering the smallest things were setting him off.

"Please don't let me down again, Aaron. I couldn't do it a second time."

✨✨✨

You ate dinner alone at the bar while he took a shower, the storm outside raging on. The lights would flicker, but the power hadn't went out yet. You feared for the roads, the icy conditions would be hell to drive in for another couple of days at least. You were unsure how he'd managed to be off work so long, why he wasn't rushing to race back to the BAU, despite the weather. You knew it was coming as soon as there was a break in the storm, it would be inevitable that he had to return, and there was always the looming possibility of him not coming back, despite the decision to live together again.

You were traumatized by losing him the first time.

It had been more for any person to bear, losing the one person you didn't want to live without. It had started to get better as of recently, but you had missed him up until you saw his face again, instantly drawn back in to the love affair you'd started so many years ago.

When you finished dinner, he was still in the bathroom, so you took the time to walk out on the porch. The rain had turned the snow into a slushy gray mess, but it was quickly freezing, hail hitting the roof of your cars in the driveway. You shivered, pulling your sweater tighter around you before taking a deep breath. You could smell the earth, the wet ground and gravel reminding you why you'd chosen the cabin in the first place. You loved the seclusion, the long drive up. It felt like your personal vacation getaway all the time, and you'd loved that about it.

You stood until the wind started to pick up, blowing rain in your direction. You quickly went back into the house, stopping in your tracks when you saw Aaron standing at the stove, stoking the embers in only his towel. You tried not to stare, but his hair was still wet, clinging to his forehead, tiny water droplets still rolling down his skin.

"Still storming?" His back was turned to you, so you sat at the bar and waited for things to feel normal again. Things were tense, the wounds of your last conversation still fresh in both of your minds.

"Yeah, it's nasty out there. What are you going to do about work tomorrow?"

He turned around and looked at you like you'd asked him to stick his hand in the fire.

"Work? In this? Now that I'm not in the field, I can work here if I want to. Neither of us are leaving until there's a good break in the weather. They know the situation."

You'd assumed he'd told whoever he reported to that he couldn't come in even if he wanted to, the weather was too bad. They'd manage without him, they always did.

"I was just curious. I'm sorry," you weren't sure why you were apologizing but you felt like you'd been questioning him and he hated feeling interrogated. His entire posture changed; he went from being wound up so tight that the muscles in his back were clenched to softening up quick, crossing the living room to stand in front of you.

"Why are you apologizing? You can ask me whatever you want, anytime you want."

He kissed your forehead before he went in the direction of the bedroom so he could get dressed. When he was finished, you swapped places. You went to take a shower and he came to eat dinner. Things were quiet but you were afraid of starting another senseless fight, so you kept your mouth shut. You didn't want to make him upset by saying something.

You turned on your music and let the warm water pound at your muscles, the stress of the day going down the drain as you cried it out, every last bit. You cried for yourself, for the hole that was in your chest. A baby wouldn't heal all of your wounds, you knew that. But becoming a parent was the one thing you wanted together that still seemed so far out of reach.

You cried for the man you'd lost, because even though he walked and talked like the man you once knew, he wasn't him. You still loved him more than anything, but he'd turned even harder and more cold since he left that you were afraid nothing could warm him back up. You hoped there was an end in sight to the pointless fights, the misguided rage you both felt; you were pointing fingers in the wrong direction at all times and you felt more hopeless now than you ever did. You tried to make yourself feel better by putting on his favorite set of underwear, lacy and black with a matching bra, but you didn't even know if he'd have the chance to see it with the way he was acting.

You slipped on a t-shirt and some sweatpants, stepping out of the bathroom to a dark house except for the stove light. The bedroom door was closed so you assumed he'd went to sleep. You crept down the hall for a cup of coffee, sitting down at the couch. You hoped he wasn't still upset but you weren't for certain.

When you didn't come back down the hall, he came looking for you. He was in a black t-shirt and his boxers, looking as handsome as ever as he reached for your hand to pull you up off the couch.

"Thought you went to bed," you told him, bringing your mug along with you as you followed him down the hall.

"I was doing something top secret," he winked, opening the door to the bedroom. Instead of the lamp being on, there were candles lit on both sides of the bed and on the dresser, illuminating the whole room in a glowing ambiance. The bed had been made, all the pillows pushed towards the head of the bed, your ghost hunting show already waiting to be played on the television.

"We did a lot today. I thought maybe we'd take it easy tonight," he took your hand and led you to the bed, letting you climb on. He climbed in after you, letting you situate on the pillows while he sat at the foot of the bed. He pressed play, but instead of watching, he grabbed your ankle, the pads of his fingers massaging your feet.

"This is really nice," you couldn't help but smile at the effort he'd shown, being more romantic now than you'd seen him since you first got together. It was a simple but sweet gesture that made every hair on your body stand up straight. You weren't used to this side of him, the version of him that gave you every broken piece of him no matter how damaged. He wanted you to see him in every light, not just the good one. You'd seen the best and worst in him and you still loved him more than words could explain.

"You deserve the best."

He rubbed your feet and calves before making his way between your legs, rubbing your thighs. You were still fully clothed but you could tell he couldn't wait to undress you. You didn't give in right away, instead you let him caress every inch of your body before he insisted on moving behind you so he could rub your back. You leaned into him and let him work on your neck and shoulders, relaxing into his touch more than you ever thought possible. You felt like you were finally with the man you'd been missing all along.

"You're so tense, sugar. You've got knots all over the place," you winced as he worked the kinks out of your shoulders, the root of all your back pain concentrated to one small area in the middle of your back. Aaron was carefully dealing with the aftermath, kneading gently into your skin as you leaned forward, your mouth slightly agape. It felt almost too good, and the relief after was astounding.

"Feels so good," you murmured quietly, slumped forward completely as his thumbs worked against your flesh. You were in awe of how gentle and caring he could be, the fact that he could take care of you more than just sexually meant a lot to you. You needed someone who would feed your soul and he did exactly that each time he spoke.

"If you want to take this off, I've almost got you sorted out," he told you, toying with the hem of your t-shirt. He tried to conceal the way his breath got caught up in his throat at the sight of you, even if he'd seen you naked a million times before. He always had the same reaction every time; it was like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

"I really appreciate this," you told him, your hand on his knee as his fingers pressed into your bare skin, giving you the kind of pleasure you'd only dreamed about before. You'd never gotten the royal treatment from him, although he treated you like a queen most of the time; he'd just never went to such great lengths to show you he cared before. His idea of a romantic gesture was laying in bed together after a long day, so to say he was out of his comfort zone was accurate, but he was giving you 100% regardless.

"I wanted to make up for earlier. None of this was your fault. I—I like the idea of a new bed. A bigger one," he replied, shocking you further. You hadn't expected for him to give in on the topic of the bed, but here he was, making compromises.

"We can keep this one. Put it in the spare bedroom," you offered, and he gave you a small smile before shaking his head.

"I don't need it anymore, baby. We'll bring up the rest of our stuff when the roads clear up. I'll get Derek and Penelope to help," he had it all planned out much to your surprise, he was serious about moving back in together.

"I don't have a lot. Clothes and the bed. The apartment came furnished," you'd left everything at the cabin, but you'd went to the liberty of buying new clothes, because you could never have too many. Half the stuff in your closet at the cabin you'd forgotten about, and you were happy to see it again.

"Mine too. I'll have to find somewhere to put my desk," the room was too small, but you had an idea that made his eyebrows shoot up instantly.

"All the money we'll be saving means we could think about an addition. Doesn't Derek renovate houses? You need an office," his hands stopped momentarily as he pondered your suggestion, but you weren't willing to give up the nursery for his office. Building on meant he could have total creative control of what his office looked like, down to the floors and windows.

"Maybe when the weather warms up. That's not a bad idea at all. It could go in the dining room for now," there was a small designated space for a kitchen table in the corner, close to the wood stove. It would be suitable for his desk until you worked something else out.

"Maybe when you go back to work, I can work on the nursery during the day. I still have the paint we picked out for it," you were treading lightly, turning around to scan his face to make sure you hadn't struck a tender nerve.

"It's a big room to do on your own. Maybe that's what we can do tomorrow? Paint it together," he sounded optimistic about it, his thumb caressing your cheek as you leaned into his palm. His hands were big enough to cover half your face at once, with long, thick fingers that felt heavenly everywhere they touched.

"We can set the whole thing up. That way when it does happen, we're already halfway prepared," it was hope that kept you hanging by a thread, but it helped to be with him and talk about your fears, and the positive outlook he still had for your parenting journey. You knew that with perfect timing, everything would work out for the better, despite whatever odds you encountered.

"We only tried for a month before. Who knows, maybe we've already managed to get the job done, with as much as we've been practicing," he winked, leaning back on his elbows to look at you. You felt the weight of his gaze on you, heavy and intoxicating as you stood up off the bed.

"Where are you going?" He was already moving to follow you until you let your sweatpants fall to your feet and stepped out of them, letting him get a good look at you in his favorite set.

"I'm staying right here," you said softly, feeling a bit more confident than the moments prior. It was hard not to feel sexy when he looked at you like you were The Goddess herself, perfect in every way imaginable. He moved to the edge of the bed, cupping your hips with his hands as he planted a trail of warm, wet kisses across your stomach. He was speechless, his Adam's apple bobbing furiously as he tried to find the words to say.

"I hope I'm the only person that ever gets to see you like this."

It was greedy, selfish, and you fucking loved it. It brought you so much pleasure to know how much he adored you, how deeply he craved to be the only one with the chance to have you naked.

"I told you. You're the only one, and I meant that," you promised him, the glow of the candle flames dancing across your body, casting an ethereal shadow on you. You felt more connected to him than ever as you stood in front of him. He didn't let you stand for long, he was pulling you forward to lay on the bed while he walked around to his side, opening the bedside table. He rummaged until he found the camera, holding it up, silently asking for your permission. You propped yourself up and smiled for him, earning a giggle from him in response, his face hidden by the camera.

"I had an idea earlier, if you're interested," you purred, letting him have his fun with the camera. He was bossy, telling you how to pose, where to put your hands; you understood why he used to be in charge.

"Tell me," he was still slightly preoccupied, but he'd stopped for a second to look at the photos he'd taken in the candlelight. You'd been stunned by the flash each time he captured a photo, so it gave your eyes a break from the harsh light.

"What do you think about using your old video camera? We could make our own movie and watch it together," you watched the bulge start to form in his pants, pressing against the fabric of his boxers as he turned on the lamp, making you cover your eyes.

"You're serious?"

He was already rummaging through the drawer for the video camera; you'd bought it to document his retirement and never even used it. Wish a fresh set of batteries, it would be ready to use, the tripod for it sitting in the corner of the room.

"I was thinking about it when we were watching porn. I had more fun watching you, and I think it would be fun to watch ourselves," the idea made you a tad self conscious but he'd fix that easily once things got hot and heavy; you didn't have a second to feel insecure because of all the love he showed you.

"Seeing you on camera would be really fucking hot," he was sold on the idea, powering the camera on to make sure it still worked. When the power button flashed green and the preview screen showed the television, you wanted to pat yourself on the back for having the idea in the first place.

"You're already a pretty good cameraman," you told him, a sly grin appearing on his face shortly after. He was always snapping photos of you, even before. There was a drawer full of Polaroids of you doing everything from showering to cooking in his bedside table.

"We can hook this up to the tv afterwards and watch," he was reading the instruction manual, figuring out how to make your fantasy a reality. You leaned back on the bed and watched him set the camera up on the tripod, angling it to where he had a perfect view of you and the bed. He pressed record and came to join you on the bed, taking his shirt off and tossing it to the floor. You sat up on your knees, kissing his neck and chest, dragging your nails down his back. You felt him gather your hair in his hand, getting it out of the way so the camera could see your face marking hickies onto his skin, your mouth leaving a trail of warmth down his abdomen.

"I love your sweet little mouth," he said, almost to himself it was so low; you nibbled at his skin, making him hiss. You worked your way from his waistline to his neck before settling on his mouth, your tongue swirling against his as the two of you put on a show. You let him unclasp your bra and take your tits in his hands, rolling and tweaking your nipples between his fingers. His mouth ducked down to capture them, taking your nipples in his mouth one by one until he had them stiff and puffy against his tongue. You whimpered at how sensitive you were to his touch, the lightest brush of his fingers bringing you immense excitement. You couldn't stop it, your most primal instinct took over when you were like this with him; your only need was to become his fantasy, make all of his dreams come true.

"Lay down and spread your legs," it was demanding, the kind of tone he'd use with someone at work, stern and absolute.

"Yes sir," it had been in a teasing tone, but his eyes darkened dramatically as his hand found a home on your neck, barely gripping you.

"Say it again," he growled, and you realized what was going on, so you indulged him further, exploring a new, interesting side of him.

"Yes sir," it was more sultry, seductive, and it had his full attention, the grip on your throat tightening just a fraction, not enough to hurt. He let you go so you could do as he'd asked, laying back on the pillows and spreading your legs wide, your knees bent.

"That's really fucking sexy. I never thought I'd be turned on by something so simple," he mused, fingertips toying with your clothed center. There was a sticky wet patch at the front of your panties that he couldn't ignore, laying between your legs so he could kiss it. You felt your hips buck upwards in anticipation as he pulled your panties down your legs slowly, peeling them off of you. He licked his lips before angling himself to where the camera was still trained on you, and he could watch your reaction later.

"I can't wait to see you cum on camera," he told you before his tongue found your clit, circling it as slowly as possible, just enough to drive you absolutely mad. You tried to guide him with your hands but he stayed put and you weren't able to budge him.

"You're confused about who's in charge here, sugar," you'd never heard him so dominant, so demanding. You loved the change of pace, the way his demeanor shifted and he became someone new entirely, someone that was enjoying the feeling of being in control of things. He was often in control, but this was different. He was executing his authority, unlike other times when he'd allow you to do whatever you wanted.

"Then remind me," you countered, a low groan emitting from his lips as he reattached his lips to your center, sucking furiously in order to satiate some of the pressure between your thighs. You felt your eyes flutter shut as his fingers found their home inside of you, the mixture of his mouth and fingers sending you over the edge embarrassingly quick. Your legs shook, boosting his ego slightly as he watched you try to recover from your orgasm.

"Such a good girl, I love it when you cum on my tongue," he revered as he lapped incessantly at you, dying to be between your legs. Your hands flew to the back of his head to keep him in place and as quickly as before, he'd stopped, pulling away from you entirely.

"Do I need to tie you up so you'll behave?" He played the part so fucking well, rocking you to the core with his cocky attitude.

"Is that a trick question?" You were enjoying yourself to the fullest extent and so was he; he was already reaching for the tie that hung from the bedpost to restrain you. Once he had your hands secure, he put them above your head, playfully swatting your ass as he made his way back down your body.

"Please behave, sugar. I don't want to stop but you're not being a very good girl," his seductive tone had you a mess between your thighs as you promised to be good; you kept your hands where he'd put them and he slowly slipped his fingers back inside you, his thumb toying with your clit.

"I love seeing you tied up," he couldn't help himself, he was diving back between your legs to fuck you with his mouth, his tongue slipping inside of you, replacing his fingers entirely. You saw stars when he began sucking on your clit, trembling all over as he showed you no mercy. Just when you thought surely he'd be exhausted of eating your pussy, he got a second wind, in a trance laid between your thighs.

"Can I touch you please?" It was quiet, you weren't even sure he heard you until he moved to sit on his knees, staring down at you.

"Will you listen to what I say? Mouth only, no hands," he instructed, helping you to sit up. You leaned forward on your elbows as he stripped down, eager to take his cock in your mouth.

"Yes sir."

You teasingly sucked on the tip, his hands on your head to keep you steady. You were unstable because of the bindings, so he made sure to keep you balanced. You took him in your mouth little by little until his cock was well past your throat and you were gasping for air around him. Without thinking, you reached up to take him in your hand when he pulled away from you, making a tsk noise with his mouth.

"Breaking the rules already," he stroked himself and all you could do was watch, jealous that you couldn't touch him.

"It was an accident, baby. I promise I'll be good," you pleaded, earning a light chuckle from him in response.

"Open your mouth," you did as he instructed, taking his cock once more, flattening your tongue against him so you could suck wildly at him, hands free. He let his hand fall to your head, brushing your hair back as you choked on him. Tears stained your face as you hollowed your cheeks out around him, moaning on his cock.

You'd almost forgotten about the camera; you'd be able to watch him be stern all over again, but on the big screen. You were eager to relive the experience through film, even with it still so fresh in your mind.

His hips began meeting your mouth, thrusting into you slowly as you made room in your mouth to accommodate him, his dick slippery, slipping in and out of your mouth easily. You swirled your tongue around him, feeling the salty rush of his orgasm fill your mouth. He was trying to untie your wrists, undoing the knots as his chest rose and fell. His mouth met your hands where they'd been tied before he stood up and stopped the camera, looking back to you.

"You'd tell me if I scared you, right? I like the idea of being in control of everything but I'm afraid of being mean and I'm not trying to be," he explained quickly, and you shook your head, motioning him back to the bed. He let you hold him in your arms, his head against your chest.

"I like it. As long as you're not serious, you can be mean and I'll like it," you admitted sheepishly, curious about the more dominant side of him and what he could offer you. You imagined him rough, selfish, all of your favorite qualities wrapped into someone who had the ability to make you quiver.

You got on the topic of a safe word and decided you could benefit from it, so you came up with one and decided that's how you'd establish boundaries. From now on, everything was on the table and up for grabs, so long as you were both okay with it.

"If you haven't noticed, when it comes to you, there isn't much I won't do," he reminded you, kissing the tender flesh on your chest before he peeled himself away from you to hook up the camera to the television. You laid against the pillows, covering your legs with the blanket as you waited for him. Once the two of you came into view on the tv, you were completely engrossed, watching his every move. You'd been there, experienced it firsthand, but it was different watching from an outside point of view.

"You look so good," he pointed out, already crawling between your thighs so he could use them as a pillow.

"So do you. You tower over me," you shot back, the size difference part of the reason for your attraction to him in the first place. You loved how he had to bend down to kiss you; or the way his body was broad enough to blanket you in. Everything about him was big, his hands, his feet, his long, muscular legs. The night you met, you stood next to him and decided after seeing the height difference that you were interested, but everything about him had been a green flag for you. He was charming, handsome, stable. You'd been interested from the moment Penelope introduced you to him.

"I do, don't I?" He laughed as you nodded in agreement, because even on the screen, he looked massive in comparison to you.

"I love it."

You ran your fingers through his hair and watched the two of you on the screen, his hand on your throat, giving you the same feeling now as when it happened. He didn't miss the way you tried to clench your thighs together despite his head being between them, instead, he rolled onto his stomach and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"You like it when I put my hand around your throat?" It came out sweetly, making you blush at how filthy yet cute he could sound. He was the only man that could speak and send you spiraling from their words alone.

"It surprises me still how much I love it," you were in love with the way it made you feel like his, the ownership that came with it. It was hard to describe.

"You like the idea of me being rough, don't you?" He raised an eyebrow as you nodded at him. He didn't respond, only sat up his knees and pulled you forward, his hands hooked beneath your knees. You inhaled sharply as he pulled your legs up to sit on his chest, his dick stiff against your thigh as he slipped into you. He pulled you onto his member completely, making sure he was nestled deep inside of you before he began to pound into you with so much force that he moved the bed. In no time flat he was moving to plant his feet on the ground and pulling you to the edge of the bed with him. He was able to slam into you easier with his feet firm on the floor, holding you steady as he fucked you. You felt the pressure begin to build as he hit your sweet spot at the most precise angle, rotating his hips into you quickly. His hand found it's way to your throat and he squeezed, sending you over the edge immediately, whimpering beneath his grasp.

"My sweet girl likes being filthy, hmm?" His free hand gripped your thigh hard enough to leave fingerprints as he pulled you into him, burying himself into you as deep as he could go. It was intense, more than satisfying. His hand slapped your ass, making you cry out in shock and then giggle wildly after, gazing adoringly up at him.

"I'll be as filthy as you want me to be," it was a guarantee, because you'd do anything he asked, at any given time. You clenched around him once more, the intensity knocking all of the wind out of you as his hips met yours. He filled you, shouting your name as he came inside of you, releasing his hand from your throat. He lurched forward and kissed you hard on the mouth before collapsing on the bed next to you.

"The video went off and we didn't even know," you looked at the tv and sure enough there was a blank blue screen in the place of you two on video; you hadn't even realized it was over.

"We have it forever now. We can watch it whenever we want," you reminded him, moving towards the pillows so you could get comfy. He followed you, climbing under the covers as his legs found yours, tangling together under the blanket.

"I have this really strong feeling that everything is going to work this time," he yawned, pulling you close as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Me too, baby."

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