#I was gagged for three and a half business days after seeing that take

[sleg48]

Summer throwback 🌞

sleg48 i mean this so nicely. are you 30 or severely autistic?

[nebbyy]

Hello! I simply adore your writing!! It’s so sweet and the way you write about love is so captivating and beautiful! If you are able to take requests, I would like to make one! Please do not feel pressured to take it if you are busy, take care of yourself first and foremost!

This may be a slightly longer ask, so I do apologise for that! I’ve recently fallen into the Kingdom of Heaven rabbit hole and I do not see a way out, and this is purely going to be a self-indulgent ask based on a rather strange medieval themed dream I had.

Once again, please do not feel pressured to take this request! If you just want to enjoy reading this snippet of an idea, please do so! And I hope your day has been wonderful!

☀️ Strange dream anon

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The newlywed wife of Baldwin, who is rather quiet and shy at first, the daughter of a lord or a king from a distant country (completely up to you on this one! It wasn’t clear in my dream), who has been taught how to wield a sword and is quite proficient with a weapon in hand after her father realised he would not be able to protect her his entire life, and defence against a weapon is a skill that she would need in a land foreign from her own.

It is a mere handful of months after the marriage that Baldwin has to leave the castle for a matter regarding politics that would take at least three weeks, if not more due to travel. While he is away, the new queen is left without a large number of the knights, who have gone with their king and thus, the palace is very still and quiet. There are of course enough men about that she would be safe, but it is still has a starkly different aura to when it is filled with people.

It is during this time that a group of assassins sneak into the castle at the dead of night, their intent is to murder the queen and her guards to leave a message for Baldwin that no matter how hard he tries, he would never be capable of defending his people (especially those closest to him). A tactic, to weaken him and make certain his enemies and subjects know he is a weak king.

They do not expect however, that the queen whom they’re attempting to kill can wield a sword in each hand and has been prepared to fight to the death from the moment a sword was placed into her hands years ago.

(In my dream I saw the queen silently running through the hallways knocking out the assassins, hiding in the shadows to strike, climbing out a window to get to a higher level of the castle, it was both awesome and rather funny). She gets the rest of the guards to help her, and together they manage to subdue most of the attackers.

Baldwin returns home the next day, exhausted and drained from the travel and stress, he simply wants to spend some time with his wife to forget about the world around him for just a moment, yet when he enters through the gates one of the guards informs him of the attempted assassination on the queen.

Imagine the surprise he felt when enters the castle to see half of the assassins knocked out, and the other half gagged and tied up, ready to be questioned.

And his wife? The worst of her injuries is a bloodied nose that stopped bleeding hours before he had arrived.

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I’m not certain how to end it, my dream unfortunately stopped here, however I imagine there would probably be a rather sweet ending, Baldwin fretting over his wife after learning from the guards what she did, and his wife becoming more open with him, a much more relaxed and bubbly version of her coming out of her shell.

Thank you for reading!!

Hi anon, thank you so much for sharing your story! I myself find a lot of inspiration in my own dreams, so I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one lol.

As of now, I've been taking a break from writing, but your story is so interesting!! I might just save it up in my drafts for when I start writing again.

I honestly looove the idea of a strong and independent Queen to rule beside Baldwin, he just seems like the type of man to appreciate having such a woman by his side.

Also, thank you so much for your sweet words, it really means a lot more than you can imagine to hear them (or better read them)🫶🫶

Feel more than welcome to share other ideas in the future, I'll be more than happy to read them and eventually save them up in my drafts for the future!!

[matchbet-allofthetime]

I saw that requests for DMC were open and I was curious as to if you could write a little scenario where V and reader decide to leave the house for a bit (mission or a date, you can choose) and they have a kid so they decide, "ya know what? Let's let Griffon, Shadow and Nightmare care for the kid while we're away." (It's okay if you want to remove some of the familiars from the babysitting job if you want to).

Have a good day/night

(very long) A/N: my love, your ask has utterly enamoured me and despite me never having wanted kids, this ask has warmed my heart. still don't want children, but i hope you can enjoy! This is so very all over the place and took some time (very busy :') )and I am so very sorry for that.

For a little context, V is half-devil because he came from Vergil. Thus, I decided to make the little child half-devil (technically quarter devil?? I don't consider it a big difference.) Their name is Malacoda (taken from one of the demons in The Divine Comedy)

Bibi is a gender neutral term for parent (in SOME cultures)

Also, multiple POV switches. Sorry lol

Latin translations (and words) have SEVERAL meanings and connotations, so I have made a list of those used in order:

ad minima inferno- the tiny inferno amica parum pueri- darling little child/wonderful child infernum pueri- hell's child/spawn of hell dulcedo- sweetling/sweetness parvus- small, little (used as a term of endearment)

Tending To The Flame

Word Count: 2026

Have a lovely day/night yourself, dear, and…

…Enjoy below the cut!

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After the last mission, a date was a need, not a want. The tension finally left my shoulders after a day or two, but was quick to return with the stresses of having a child- and said child being half-devil.

I sigh heavily, Malacoda finally resting on their uncle Dante's shoulder. The older man laughs fondly and brushes the thick silver hair on Malacoda's head out of their eyes. He shakes his head fondly at the exhausted toddler. I smile.

"Y'know, Dante, you don't need to help tire the kid out." I say, laughing as he adjusts his long legs on the couch in the DMC's parlour. He just shakes his head at me.

"Nah, it's fine. 'Sides, didn't play much with Vergil when we were young because of the fire, so… I really don't mind keeping watch of the kid sometimes. In any case, I guess ad minima inferno is cute enough to keep around." Dante jokes, moving his free arm to grab a blanket and swaddle my child. I grin.

A clack is heard and I turn, seeing Nero and Vergil coming in from their mission. Both smile at Malacoda and Vergil walks over to rest a hand on their head.

"You're a good parent, you know? Taking care of such a demon and doing so with a better heart than most would." Vergil states. His voice is softer than usual and he smiles at the child currently nestled into his twin's bicep and shoulder like a sloth wrapped around the branches of a tree.

Nero laughs behind me. "Maybe you two-" He says, pointing over to V before continuing, "-should take a day off. Leave the kid to someone else for the day." My eyes go a bit wide but I find I laugh with him. I shake my head as V stifles a laugh behind me.

I press into him with a practiced sort of ease and he kisses my hair.

"Wouldn't that be something, love, a day for just us, away from our amica parum pueri, hm? Perhaps enjoying the stars, or a lovely dinner?" V replies coolly, directing his attention toward me as he kisses me. Vergil chuckles and Nero makes a fake gagging noise before smiling. I drop my shoulders.

"Maybe we could? I don't wanna leave my baby, but… a day would be nice. Are you sure? Who would we leave them with? I'm sure none of these three would want a toddler on their hands as… fickle as our Malacoda." I say, looking to Dante. He tosses up his free hand in surrender and mouths "not fuckin' me." Nero whistles and leaves the room and Vergil merely shakes his head, a sly grin present on his lips. I groan.

Dante lifts Malacoda gently and pads up the stairs to put my child to bed for the night and as V and I follow, we talk. I didn't expect what V might suggest as Dante leaves the room, though.

"My love, truly, it's going to be alright. They shall not hurt our infernum pueri, I promise that." V says, attempting to win a night with just us. I slump in bed.

"Okay, say we do this- I can understand Shadow. She's a delicate thing and fond of Malacoda. But… Can Griffon and Nightmare really be trusted with her?" I ask, concerned, even as I brush my hands through his beautiful hair. He takes my hands and kisses my wrists. I giggle as memories of watching Gomez and Morticia Addams growing up floods my mind. V was always so gentle and loving. I see him smile cheekily from where his head dips low. He nods.

"Nightmare is just as enamoured with the little one as Shadow is. And Griffon, as foul-mouthed and moody as he can be, he truly does want to try to care for them. He likes the little thing we've created. And he's worried about you." V responds, rubbing soothing circles on my palms. At his words, Shadow, Griffon, and Nightmare appear in the doorway. I laugh at the silly display. Shadow is attempting to lick frosting off of her moist nose, Nightmare is wearing a frilly pink and green apron embroidered with strawberries and wildflowers and has a plate of cupcakes balanced gently in his root-like hands. On his shoulder perches the aforementioned Griffon, and he's busy gnawing his way through blueberries and blackberries.

At the scene, V laughs with me until we're doubled over. I gather myself just in time to feel a soft, wet, warm nose push against my hand where it hangs off the bed. I turn and scritch gently at Shadow's snout and she huffs out a content purr. As I move to scratch at her ears and under her chin, she gives a very puma-cat-like smile and she blinks her eyes shut momentarily, enjoying the affections. She opens her eyes pleadingly and the soft look she gives warms me.

Similarly, Griffon glides down from the great golem's shoulder, the golem setting the cupcakes down gently. They smell warm. Griffon tucks himself into the bedspread and allows my second hand to gently run through thick black feathers. He rolls over, spreading his wings in a display of satisfaction and I laugh. I pet his belly.

"Thanks, nothin' quite like good belly rubs to end a good day!" Griffon says, voice loud but happy. Shadow purrs her agreement deeply into my lap where her head lays. Nightmare, for his part, has sat gently on the carpet alongside the unholy puma, and nods his own approval.

V nuzzles into my shoulder and kisses at my skin. "I promise my love, they've been desperately awaiting the moment to care for Malacoda. They've not left me alone since-" V is cut off by Griffon.

"Since we saw the kid and wanted to meet 'em!" Griffon finishes. V chuckles and nods.

"Very true. They were all so excited to meet a small demon. They've never seen one." V continues. "They'll take care of our little demon, I promise you, dulcedo."

I nod and finally give in. I couldn't say no to cupcakes and sad puma eyes.

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As I finished getting ready for the night, I hear V come up behind me. He's dressed brilliantly, cane still by his side, his green and black suit complimenting his dark eyes. I give a little squeal of excitement and he laughs, kissing me.

I myself am well-dressed, set upon making this night a very good one. "Are they ready for us to go?" I ask V, brushing his hair away from his cheekbones. He holds my hand and nods.

"Yes, they are more than ready. Griffon is a bit nervous, but I promise, my love, no harm will come to our little one." V promises, kissing my hand.

"Okay, so," I start, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "We're gonna leave, so please: no burning the DMC down, no excess rude words, and I swear on Sparda's disembodied corpse: if anything happens to my beautiful little hellspawn and I find out about it, I am single-handedly making everything that has ever occurred in Hell seem like second grade recess. I will give you a reason to fear me like Sparda would had he ever met me." My tone is light and playful, but not without its serious notes to it. I was willing to kick some familiar ass and they all three knew it.

Nightmare dips his body some in understanding and I move to pet Shadow's chin. Griffon nods sharply once and fluffs his wings nervously. I reach to pet him too and pat Nightmare's arm.

"I know you're all gonna do great. Just no talons or teeth when playing, okay? And if Malacoda goes demon on you, just give them some snacks. Always calms them down. Alright, i think that's it. Be safe, all of you We'll be back late, so don't wait." I say, joy lacing my voice. My little devil grins at me, showing sharp teeth.

"Bye bibi, bye da!" Malacoda says from their perch on Nightmare's shoulder. Their bright green eyes glow and their little horns are showing clear as day through the tufts of their braided hair. I blow them a little kiss.

V smiles down at me and with that, we're off.

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Later in the night, loud purring and playful feline growling is heard throughout the- mostly- empty DMC. In the kitchen, food is being made by none other than Nightmare while Shadow playfully bats at Malacoda as they try to snag her tail. The moment little clawed hands grab it successfully, Shadow flips over onto her back, playing weak. The child giggles loudly.

"Won, I won!!" They yell, gently tapping their hands on Shadow/s belly. She rumbles with joy.

"Yeah you did, good job kid!" Griffon replies, pattering his way over to the two. He places a baggie of sweet treats in Malacoda's arms. "Don't tell your parents, but I snuck you some treats from Dante's cabinet with his permission. Your bibi'll kick my ass if they find out." He chirps, gently pecking at the little tail of the child flipping wildly.

At the cuss, Nightmare growls deeply.

"Aight aight, I'm sorry! Forgot for a moment… Didn't mean it." Shadow squawks out, flapping his wings.

Nightmare simply growls out a small noise of satisfaction and drags a few plates of food out.They're set unceremoniously onto the tiled floor. They're all content to eat on the floor of the kitchen, uncaring of the potential mess to be made. It was simply easier for a golem, panther, and bird- not to mention a messy toddler currently gnawing through lamb meat, green beans, and potatoes while trying to simultaneously grab the poor vulture's feathers. Griffon squawks playfully and gnaws into his own leg of lamb.

Once the meal is over, there's quite a mess- one that Nightmare is quick to clean as Griffon wrangles the child going through an after-dinner energetic spree. Their horns singe at the tips, a byproduct of their bloodline, and they, of course, run rampant through the living room as any toddler does. Their little tail flicks excitedly and the building is filled with loud childish giggles and a concerned "kid, you'll hurt yourself-!".

As the bird tries to wear the child out while keeping them safe, Shadow and Nightmare take to respectively dragging blankets to the couch and cleaning the dishes for the evening. Soon, Malacoda lays down on the floor at Griffon's feet.

"Aww, parvus, you're tired, aren't'cha?" Griffon coos at the little half-devil. He gently digs claws into the child's shirt and drags them gently up the couch, nestling them in like a baby bird. Shadow follows, tucking herself under the blankets and resting with the child. The demon-spawn is beginning to doze, and Nightmare sits by the couch, taking his own time to rest for the night.

As they all doze, Griffon realizes he'd love to do this again. And he loved the kid too- how could he not?

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Late in the night, the DMC is quiet, but the front doors open as you and V walk in. It was a lovely evening, peaceful and filled with poetry and romance. It always happened that way with V, it seemed.

The two of you are quick to note nothing seems out of order- not any more than Dante usually keeps it, anyways. You set out to explore the building and when V comes across his sleeping familiars and child, he snickers. He's quick to call you from the other room.

"Come over, my love. You'll love to see this, I imagine." V speaks softly. You round the corner into the living room, only to smile widely. You dip into V's shoulder, resting your head against him. He kisses your hair. "I told you they'd do wonderfully."

You laugh quietly. "Mm, true. How about we let them sleep and head to bed? My husband owes me a few more kisses." You say.

"Oh, an enticing offer, my dear. Shall we?" And with that, V takes your hand and guides you both away.

[cybersp4c3]

Lavender and Cedarwood (part 2)

A/N; I apologize for taking so long to send this, I wanted to see if my previous post had made it to you, and to see if you even liked it. Please let me know if you’ve enjoyed this, I spent way longer than I needed to typing this lol

Tw; slavery, aphrodisiacs, electrical punishments, cum eating, use of it/it’s pronouns for Scaramouche, objectification, a smidge of bondage

As you left the new slave in it’s room, you make your way back to your own room, pleased with how the training is coming along already. There was still much to be done, after all, it was only the first day. There would be plenty of time to break in this new slave. Once you enter your room, you see Xiao and Dorian on their knees by the bedside, their pussies already dripping onto the carpet.

“Welcome back Sir” they say in unison. You smile as you go over to them, they really were so obedient to you. You put your hand on Xiao’s cheek as you inspect the bandage that had been put on him. “Does it still hurt?” You ask gently.

“No Sir, not anymore” he replies, leaning into your touch like a small kitten. “Good. Before I give you both your reward, I will need to give you your instructions for tomorrow.” Both boys sit up straighter, listening to your every word.

“The new slave will be here for three months, and although I will be doing most of it’s training, I will need you to prepare its food, and make sure it eats it all. I will also need you both to train him when I’m not around. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” They answer. “Good…good boys” you say as you pat both of their heads. They lean into you, obviously enjoying your attention. You stop petting them, and take off your pants and boxers before tossing them aside. Their mouths water at the sight of your half-hard cock. “Go on…” you tell them as you place your hands on the back of each of their heads. “Here is your reward.”

The two boys immediately put their mouths on your cock, making it fully hard as they lick and suck in tandem. They lick as much precum as they can, making out with each other on the top of your cock. When you cum, both boys open their mouths, trying to catch as much of your cum as they can before licking the leftovers on each other’s faces. That night, you keep them busy by having them bounce on your cock while they make out with each other. And come morning, their spent bodies are so sore~ But you don’t care as I get up to go check on the new slave.

When you open the door to its room, you can see it slowly start to wake up. As it rubs the sleep from its eyes, it glares at you. “Oh stop that.” You order, “your face would look much better if you stopped glaring at everyone”.

It tisks at you before standing up. “So, what have you got planned for me? Gonna make me, beg for mercy?” It laughs mockingly. But you smile as you bring out the remote to its shock collar.

“Yes.”

You turn on the voltage and watch it fall down to the floor, writhing in pain. After a couple minutes (it felt like hours to him), you turn it off. “Now let’s try this again…” You say, your voice laced with condensation, “when you look at me, you do not glare. You do not speak unless you are spoken to. Do you understand little slave?” It only glares up at you. So you turn the shock collar back on and wait a few more seconds before turning it off. “I said..” you kick it in the stomach, “Do you. Understand?” It looks up at you with a pained look before nodding its head. “Good slave. Now sit up.” You order. It slowly does so, avoiding your gaze. You take your dick out of your pants, and move the slave’s head in front of it. It’s face blushes red as it looks at it, then up to you, fear in its eyes.

“Suck it.” You order, leaving no room for debate. It hesitates before slowly wrapping its lips around the head. It can already taste salty precum as it kitten licks it slowly. You sigh as you grab its hair, making its mouth open in protest before shoving half of your cock down the slave’s throat. It gags as it touches the back of its throat. It’s so big it can’t even breathe properly! Muffled whimpers and cries come out of it’s mouth as you fuck its throat. The slave’s mouth is so tight! It’s like it was made to suck cock! “See? Isn’t this a much better use for your mouth? Instead of trying to talk back?” You ask it, knowing it can’t answer. As you start to reach your climax, you warn it, “If even one drop of my cum touches the floor, I’ll punish you myself.” It looks up at you, fear in its eyes as it thinks about how you would punish it. With a final thrust into its mouth, you cum, making it moan at the taste. But there’s so much of it that it spills out of its mouth! When it notices this, it quickly puts its hands under its chin, trying to collect whatever it can’t swallow. As you take your dick out of its mouth, it starts to pant, its hands still cupped together as if asking for more~

“Hmm, not bad for your first blowjob, but there’s still much to improve” you say as you put your dick back into your pants. You turn around, leaving the slave’s room as you suddenly remember something. “Oh yes, one more thing…Dorian and Xiao will be working on your training for most of the day. If I see even one more scratch mark on either of them, your pussy is mine.” You say threateningly, throwing it one last glare before leaving it alone.

About thirty minutes later, the two boys walk into the slave’s room, limping a little cum dribbles down their legs. They give the slave some food laced with a strong aphrodisiac before taking a dildo with a suctioned bottom and attach it to the floor. You had given each boy a remote to it’s shock collar, so any time it tried to attack them or fight them, they would shock the slave into submission. Once they fed it the food, they tied its hand behind its back, and left it alone in the room with nothing but the dildo stuck to the floor. The aphrodisiac started to kick in, and the slave started to pant with desire. As it looked to the dildo, it couldn’t help itself. It slowly started to ride it, only ever taking it in halfway. But the heat kept spreading into every part of the slave’s body, desire clouding its senses. Even though it had been riding the dildo for some time, it still couldn’t make itself cum! It was too hard for its now-weak body! The slave continued to try making itself cum for hours but it still couldn’t to it. Eventually, Xiao and Dorian came back into the room, looking over at the exhausted slave on the ground. They untied the slave before hauling it off the ground, leading it down the many halls of the manor. It could barely stand from all the exhaustion, let alone walk!

They eventually reached a pair of doors and entered a large dining room. You were sitting at the head of the table, enjoying a well-made meal of mashed potatoes, a bowl of gravy, steak, and other delicious foods. The two boys dropped the slave before bowing, waiting for your next order. You glance at the slave struggling to get off the ground before dismissing the two boys. “Come here.” You order the slave. It slowly crawls towards you, stopping at your side. You smile wickedly. “So, how was training today?” It can’t really speak, still exhausted and horny from the aphrodisiac. It looks up at you, its face red and tears starting to form in its eyes.

“S-Sir…please…” it whimpers out, begging you to get rid of this awful heat. You hum as you look the slave over. “Is the little slave asking something? It will have to be more clear about what it wants…”

It pulls itself up a bit, and grabs onto your clothes. “P-Please! Please Sir!” It practically wails out, “Please help me! So hot~!” You smirk as the little slave begs. Without warning, you stand up and pick it up. You move it onto an empty area the dining table and lay it down, it’s legs hanging over the side. “I’m still feeling a bit hungry…so I guess I’ll be having dessert~” You say as you spread its legs, licking your lips at its dipping pussy. It whines as it feels you blow cool air onto its pussy. You don’t wait any longer as you all but plunge your face into the dripping pussy. It tastes delicious, better than any other slave you’ve trained! The violet-hairs slave cries out as your tongue plunges in and out of its pussy, making it feel oh so good! You eat out it’s pussy without a care, occasionally sticking one or two fingers into its entrance to get more reactions out of it. It cums twice before you stand up again, licking its cum off your face with a smile. But the damn whore is still begging “please…please…” So you oblige~ You ram your cock into its pussy, hitting much deeper than that dildo did! It can’t tell if it loves it or hates it! It just keeps moaning and screaming in pain and pleasure as it comes again and again, getting filled up so much! Finally, finally, you’ve had your fill of its pussy and pull out of it, watching your cum spill out. You smile as you push down on its stomach, making more cum spill out of its tiny hole as it groans. You call Xiao and Dorian back in, and watch as they take the brain-dead slave back to its room.

Day 2 of training this bratty slave; complete!

-🌟

Ily marry me

Slave scara my beloved, my babygirl, my wife, my girlfriend

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Epilogue

Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin

Word Count: 16, 591

Contents: innie being a massive tease, bullying teasing chan, hiking, suggestive lollipop sucking, hair pulling, use of whore and slut, face fucking, gagging, crying, bondage (fuzzy handcuffs), edging, unprotected sex, aftercare, these two being sickeningly in love

Previous

Jeongin fully blamed their busy schedule for his thought process today. At least, if anyone asked, he was simply acting like this because with day after day of packed schedules, being too tired to do little else but collapse into bed and sleep at the end of the night, Jeongin hadn’t had any real alone time with his boyfriend in over two weeks.

Which also meant he hadn’t gotten any dick in over two weeks.

He really couldn’t be blamed for being needy, not when he saw his gorgeous boyfriend every day and couldn’t do a thing about. Not when they hadn’t had any time for each other in what felt like forever. And maybe also not because despite his previous pleading and whining Seungmin was still being soft and gentle with him.

It should not have been so hard to get his boyfriend to rail him.

It may not have been the smartest idea but it was the only one he had as he got dressed, spotting a t-shirt Seungmin had left on his floor one night. He was quick to slip it on, basking in Seungmin’s scent for a moment before taking a look at himself in the mirror. It wouldn’t really draw anyone’s attention.

Except for Seungmin’s.

Or at least he hoped.

Jeongin slung his bag over his shoulder as he heard Minho calling from the kitchen. If it were up to him Seungmin would be in his bed right now with absolutely no plans of leaving anytime soon. But of course the one real day off in weeks and everyone had planned a nice little outing. What exactly was he supposed to say? Sorry guys, I’d rather my boyfriend be rearranging my guts right now. He didn’t wanna ruin the group plans just because he was horny.

He tried to wipe the pout off his lips as he headed down the hall. It would be a fun outing and he knew that. He was just moody and pent up. He entered the kitchen where Minho and Felix were preparing things while Seungmin rested back against the counter, sipping his coffee. Jeongin didn’t miss the way he looked over at him, eyebrow quirking as he took in his choice of shirt. Before he had a chance to say anything though Minho spotted Jeongin.

“There you are, can you grab the protein bars from the cabinet?”

Jeongin responded with a yawn and a nod of his head before he shuffled over to find them. He opened the cabinet, rustling through and looking for the protein bars as Minho packed up water.

“You could help, you know.” Minho said to Seungmin.

“I got myself coffee so I wouldn’t kill you all.” Seungmin hummed. “I’ve done my part.”

Felix and Jeongin chuckled while Minho sighed. The three of them quietly rummaged around the kitchen, packing the last few things in their bags before they all bustled out the door, meeting Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung in the hallway. Changbin and Jisung seemed relatively awake while Chan and Hyunjin still seemed half asleep. Chan was leaning heavily on Hyunjin, eyes closed while Hyunjin yawned.

“Why did we have to be up this early?” Hyunjin groaned.

“Because it’s still nice and cool out.” Minho said. “And it’s not so busy early in the morning. It’s peaceful. You’ll all like it.”

“I don’t know why we let you talk us into hiking.” Seungmin groaned as they made their way down the stairs.

“It’s fun.” Minho answered. “We’re bonding.”

“We’ve already bonded.” Hyunjin muttered.

“We’ve seen all of Chan that there is to see.” Jisung grinned, ducking as Chan swung at him. “How much closer could we possibly get?”

“I wear boxers.” Chan grumbled.

“Listen, seeing Chan’s bare ass is not the kind of closeness I’m talking about.” Minho said.

“I’m not naked all the time?!” Chan whined.

“Minho’s right.” Felix chimed, ignoring Chan completely as they finally made it down to the cars. “It’ll be a good time. And we’ll get good pictures.”

There were a few grumbles of agreement as they piled into the two cars. Jeongin sat in the backseat of Minho’s car, next to Seungmin, taking the middle seat right next to him instead of the window. His eyelids still felt heavy and as Seungmin slipped his hand into Jeongin’s he found his head falling against Seungmin’s shoulder and eyes closing, eyelids still heavy from waking up so early.

He didn’t fall asleep fully, still aware of the car moving, Minho and Jisung chatting quietly in the front seats, and Seungmin slowly sipping on his coffee. Even aware though, between the gentle movement of the car and the warmth and comforting scent of his boyfriend he felt lulled and cozy and easily lost track of the time.

It seemed like both a long time and no time at all when the car finally came to a stop. Jeongin felt Seungmin squeezing his hand gently and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head and he stirred.

“We’re here, baby.” Seungmin murmured, voice so soft and warm Jeongin could have just about melted.

“Gross,” Minho grumbled at the same time as Jisung hummed “That could be us.”

Laughter bubbled out of Seungmin and Jeongin and they undid their seatbelts, Jisung giving Minho a grin and a wink and receiving a look of disgust in return.

They all climbed out of their car, Jeongin gravitating close to Seungmin, in part due to his sleepiness but also due to wanting his attention. The early morning sun was warming him as they gathered at the start of the trail, waking him up bit by bit. He watched sleepily as Chan and Changbin stretched, Minho and Felix checked that they had everything they needed, and Hyunjin and Jisung watched, letting out a round of laughter as Chan stretched and gave a particularly loud groan.

“You sound like you’re fifty,” Jisung chuckled.

“You look like you’re fifty, too.” Seungmin added, hiding behind Jeongin as Chan came towards him.

“Is the goal just to make fun of me today?!” Chan said, unable to sound too serious as a sleepy Jeongin somehow found himself sandwiched between Chan and Seungmin. He let out a groan as he pushed Chan back and Seungmin wrapped his arms around Jeongin, shooting Chan a grin over his shoulder.

“You’re lucky your boyfriend doesn’t mind being used as a shield.” Chan grumbled as Seungmin snickered.

“So long as he doesn’t throw me to the zombies.” Jeongin shrugged as Seungmin moved beside him and found his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Never,” Seungmin hummed, pressing a kiss to Jeongin’s cheek. “We’ll trip Hyunjin.”

“Why me?!” Hyunjin whined.

“Tall and gangly.” Jeongin said. “Lots of leg to trip.”

“Easier to trip than Changbin.” Seungmin added.

“Hey!” Changbin’s yell was loud enough to startle the birds out of the nearby trees and make half of their group jump.

“You’ve put way too much thought into this.” Hyunjin grumbled.

“Regardless of who will or will not be getting tripped in the event of a zombie apocalypse, let’s get moving.” Minho said flatly. “I’d rather climb up before the weather gets too warm.”

There were quiet muttered and grumbled agreements as the group started up the trail. The sun was just slowly starting to illuminate the path between the trees where they were walking and Seungmin fingers stayed laced with Jeongin’s. They found themselves trailing behind the others, going a little more slowly and enjoying the beauty and quiet.

“So, were you really so sleepy you didn’t notice the shirt this morning?” Seungmin hummed.

“Hmm?” Jeongin feigned ignorance, biting back a grin.

“Love, look at your shirt.” Seungmin chuckled.

Jeongin looked down and pretended to be surprised. “Oh, I just grabbed it off the floor.” He lied before shooting Seungmin a grin. “You should be more careful where you leave your clothes if you don’t want me wearing them.”

“Well, I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He mumbled, a warmth rushing up his cheeks.

Jeongin squeezed his hand. “Ah, so you left it there on purpose.” He teased.

“Oh, right.” Seungmin snorted. “I’m trying to trap you into wearing my shirts.”

“So you admit it.” Jeongin countered.

Seungmin tugged on his hand, enough to have Jeongin turn towards him just to plant a surprise kiss on his lips. It was enough of a surprise to have Jeongin squeak at the sudden affection and have a few of the others look back at them. He was sure he heard Hyunjin mumble something about them being shameless but he didn’t care all that much as Seungmin pulled back and gave him a smirk.

“You’re so silly, love.” He hummed. “And you should keep the shirt, it’s cuter on you anyways.”

The only reason Jeongin managed to keep stumbling along the trail was that Seungmin still had his hand and pulled him along in his lovestruck stupor. He felt the butterflies that had a permanent residence in his stomach now flutter their wings at Seungmin’s flirting. It didn’t matter how many times it happened, it always flustered him like the very first time and he hoped that would never change.

They climbed in comfortable silence for a while longer, listening to the others chatter up ahead. The hike was a short one but it still felt long so early in the morning. Jeongin found himself yawning and Seungmin squeezing his hand every time he did.

“We can nap when we get home.” He hummed quietly.

Not exactly what Jeongin had in mind, but he supposed being in bed would be at least a step closer to what he wanted than this.

“I’m okay.” Jeongin mumbled. “Still waking up.”

“It’s been hours since we got up.” Seungmin snorted.

“Shhhh.” Jeongin hushed him. “It’s still early.”

“Whatever you say, love.” Seungmin chuckled. Anything else that might have been said between them was swiftly whisked away by the stunning view as they reached the first lookout giving a pretty view of the city. They caught up to the others before stopping. Seungmin let go of Jeongin’s hand just to wrap his arms around his waist

 and hold him from behind, chin resting on his shoulder.

“It’s beautiful.” Seungmin’s voice was so smooth and calming and Jeongin felt almost bad that all it did was send a thrill of arousal down his spine. He squirmed a little in Seungmin’s arms, hands resting on top of his. All he did was hum in response, wisely deciding not to trust his often traitorous voice.

Seungmin gave him a little squeeze before letting go. Jeongin trailed after him as he moved to the railing and pulled out his phone to take some photos. Jeongin peered over his shoulder, feeling a sudden shyness when Seungmin switched the direction of the camera to take a photo of them. He hugged Seungmin, partly hiding behind him with a shy smile and pesky butterfly wings fluttering against the walls of his stomach.

“Of everything we’ve done, taking a picture makes you shy?” Seungmin chuckled.

“I wasn’t expecting it.” Jeongin mumbled. “And you need to give me more warning. You’re too pretty.”

Jeongin smiled to himself at the sound of Seungmin’s shy giggle as he pressed a kiss to his cheek, listening to the camera shutter sound. He didn’t stop his kisses though, pressing his lips softly against Seungmin’s cheek over and over as he giggled again. He let himself get lost in it for a few moments, lips drifting down to Seungmin’s neck.

“Innie,” Seungmin’s voice had a slight edge to it.

“Mhm?” Jeongin hummed.

“Not now, baby. We have to keep hiking.” Seungmin said. “I promise we can spend time together when we get home, okay?”

Jeongin considered showing his hand at that moment. He considered whining in Seungmin’s ear and grinding against him and begging for him right now. But what exactly would he do, pull him off the trail and fuck him against a tree? While Jeongin wouldn’t exactly be opposed to that he didn’t need random strangers walking by and stumbling upon them. And he certainly didn’t need any of their friends coming back to find them and seeing that.

Jeongin let out a small sigh. “Okay.” He mumbled against Seungmin’s skin.

“Hey,” Seungmin shifted around in Jeongin’s arms to face him. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Jeongin mumbled, purposely pouting. “It’s just, we’ve been really busy recently and haven’t had much time for each other. I just miss you.”

“Awwww.” Seungmin cupped Jeongin’s cheeks and pressed a soft, loving kiss to his lips. A kiss that had his heartbeat stuttering and his stomach doing backflips. “I’m so sorry baby. I know it’s been busy.”

“Neither of us can help it.” Jeongin hummed, stealing another kiss. “I’m just selfish. I want all of your attention.”

“It’s yours for the whole weekend, love. I promise.”

“Can you two stop being gross for, like, five minutes?” Hyunjin called.

“We’re not waiting for you to finish anymore.” Minho added. “If you don’t make it back to the cars you can walk.”

Jeongin dropped his gaze, feeling heat lick at his cheeks as Seungmin chuckled. He dropped his hands and found one of Jeongin’s to hold, pressing one more quick kiss to his cheek before starting to lead him back to the trail. Jeongin stayed pressed close to Seungmin, though a bit more subdued as they climbed higher. 

The weather grew a little warmer and the climb a little steeper so most of the group fell quiet as they exerted more effort to finish the hike. Jeongin tried not to lag behind, still yawning occasionally. Seungmin kept his hand in Jeongin’s despite the slowly increasing difficulty as they climbed stairs and stumbled over rocks. 

It felt like a long time to Jeongin but he was sure it wasn’t that much longer before they reached the summit. The sunlight poured over the city and the clear air gave a stunning view of it all as Jeongin and Seungmin fully caught up with the group. They stopped alongside their friends, taking in the view and feeling Seungmin squeeze his hand and pull him closer. Jeongin obliged and felt his heart flutter when Seungmin rested his head on Jeongin’s shoulder.

They all stared quietly for a moment, taking in the breathtaking beauty before Minho spoke up.

“Perfect time for a break.”

There were quiet mumbled agreements from everyone as they set down their bags and pulled out the picnic mats, setting them up in a cool, shady area. Minho and Felix unpacked all the snacks they had prepared; kimbap, fresh fruit, Felix’s delicious brownies, and sweet rice wine. 

Jeongin found himself sat between Seungmin’s legs, his boyfriend’s arms wrapped around his waist as Jeongin fed the both of them food. Despite an eye roll from Minho and some fake gagging from Hyunjin the teasing was at a minimum. It was more touchy than Jeongin usually was around anyone else but maybe everyone was just a little too tired to care as they ate and shared quiet conversation and silly jokes.

Despite the picnic mat, the ground wasn’t the most comfortable and jeongin found himself shifting often, trying to find a more comfy way to sit without his butt hurting. It was, at least in the beginning, truly innocent. He was just trying to get comfortable. Until he felt Seungmin’s hands squeeze his hips hard.

“You okay, baby?” He asked quietly, and Jeongin was sure that he heard a slight strain in his voice.

“Yeah?” Jeongin mumbled around his mouthful of kimbap.

“You seem uncomfortable.” Seungmin hummed.

“The ground is uncomfy.” He pouted.

“Okay, love.” Seungmin pressed a chaste kiss to his neck and Jeongin twisted to look over his shoulder at his boyfriend.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Seungmin just shook his head with a small smile. “Nothing. Just worried about you.”

Jeongin turned back towards the group, grabbing a few grapes and feeding himself and Seungmin and feeling his heart fluttering at Seungmin comments. But it didn’t take long for him to wonder if it was in fact something other than concern for him.

Jeongin shifted back a little more, making sure he was flush against his boyfriend. He pretended to settle for a few moments before shifting around again, subtly pressing his hips back. He listened carefully and heard the quiet sigh Seungmin let out in response.

Jeongin bit the inside of his cheek to keep a smile from spreading across his lips. He knew it wasn’t a good idea and if Seungmin caught on he wouldn’t be happy.

But…

Could he really turn down the opportunity to get Seungmin’s mind going in the same direction as his? Maybe he could even make him think blowing Jeongin’s back out was his own idea. That was very tempting indeed and were he not so desperate for attention he might not try and follow through on it.

But considering the fact that just the thought had heat rushing through Jeongin he couldn’t resist.

He tried not to be obvious. He knew if he just started grinding back as much as he could Seungmin would know what he was doing immediately. No, he took it slow, shifting from time to time under the guise of trying to stay comfy. He listened to Seungmin’s sighs and slight grunts each time he pressed back and brushed against him.

The conversation carried on a for a while, no one quite ready to get back to hiking yet. Seungmin’s arms stiffened around Jeongin and he was quieter and quieter as the group chatted. Jeongin let his fingers trail lightly over the skin of Seungmin’s forearms, drawing seemingly absentminded pictures and writing ‘I love yous’ all over them. 

From time to time he felt Seungmin shift back, as if trying to give himself a little bit of space, a gap that Jeongin closed each time, pressing flush against his boyfriend again. Seungmin mumbled to him here and there, commenting quietly on what the others said, but not bringing up his movements again. 

He did feel Seungmin leave a few stray kisses on his neck and shoulder and he had to bite back a smile at the thought that his little half-baked, desperate plan just might be working.

“We should start the climb down.” Minho’s words drew a groan from the group and he rolled his eyes. 

“Well if you’d all rather live up here.” He sat up more, starting to pack up their bags. “I, for one, am planning on going home sometime.”

“I could live in the woods.” Changbin hummed, still resting back against a rock.

“Oh sure,” Jisung grinned. “Not like you brought all your stuffies when you first moved in.”

“Yep, very tough,” Hyunjin added. “Not like your yelling would attract all the animals that want something to eat.”

“I’ll eat you.” Changbin’s failed attempt at a comeback drew looks of confusion from the group.

“Kinky,” Jisung and Minho said almost in unison while Hyunjin retorted. “I’m not into vore.”

The group erupted into laughter as they all picked themselves up off the ground and stuffed everything back in their bags. Jeongin reluctantly peeled himself away from his boyfriend as they gathered all of their belongings. Seungmin gave him a few quick kisses to the cheek here and there, as if he could sense that Jeongin was still needy for his affection.

Minho started to lead them down the trail. It was perhaps a good thing that they had started moving again. As the day progressed more people were starting to catch up with them hiking and it would likely become busier as they climbed down. Seeing other people from time to time was nice, at least he knew they were on the right trail, but Jeongin certainly preferred hiking with just them.

The trail quickly took a downward turn, at first with stairs and then clambering over sloping rocks. Jeongin was ever so slightly pouty that he couldn’t hold Seungmin’s hand anymore but he was pretty sure Seungmin was staying just a little closer to him than he was before.

Or maybe that was just his own desperation talking.

Now moving again the heat was starting to get to the group. Everyone was pulling off their sweaters and chatting gave way to heavy breaths as they made their way down the rough part of the trail. 

Jeongin was thankful when they came to a section mostly shaded by the trees and even more so when the trail started to even out into a gentle downwards slope. Everyone caught their breath as they moved through the trees, passing the occasional person climbing up. Seungmin hovered close to Jeongin, still quiet after the more strenuous part of the climb.

Jeongin drifted closer to him as the group slowed down to admire an overlook with a view of the city, now much closer than from the top. He took the moment to press a quick kiss to Seungmin’s lips, watching a warm blush rush up his cheeks as he looked at Jeongin with a sweet smile. With everyone distracted by the view he took the chance to kiss Jeongin sweetly. 

It took all of Jeongin’s mental strength not to get completely lost in the kisses, not to deepen them or pull his boyfriend closer roughly. He accepted the sweet kisses, matching Seungmin’s pace and intensity, though he let his hand slip down and into Seungmin’s back pocket. He felt the grin against his lips that quickly turned to a yelp as he squeezed his boyfriend’s ass.

“Innie!?” By the time Seungmin was letting out the nickname in surprise Jeongin had pulled back with a mischievous grin on his lips and his hands to himself. Their friends looked back at them in confusion.

Jeongin giggled as he went closer to the outlook and the rest of their friends while Seungmin stumbled along behind him to catch up. Hyunjin was side-eyeing Jeongin with suspicion but he ignored it, satisfied that no one but he and Seungmin knew what had happened.

Jeongin caught up to Felix and for once during the hike he focused his attention on something other than Seungmin. He was sure he could feel Seungmin’s eyes on him as he followed behind him and Felix. He didn’t say too much, occasionally adding a comment as they walked in the shade for a while longer until the trail became rough again.

It was as they had to start climbing down in single file that Seungmin wrapped his arms around Jeongin, pulling him back a little from the group while they waited their turn and murmuring to him.

“What was all that about, baby?” His voice was smooth and warm and knowing like he might just be aware of what Jeongin was up to.

“Hm?” Jeognin tried to sound nonchalant, chill, unaware. 

“Grabbing my ass like that.” Seungmin murmured.

“Oh,” Jeongin let out a shy giggle. “I just thought it would be fun.”

“That’s all?” Perhaps Seungmin wasn’t buying it.

Jeongin shifted a little, looking over his shoulder at his boyfriend and putting on the most innocent expression he could muster. “Yeah? I was just being cute.” Jeongin let his face fall, hoping he was being convincing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfy or draw too much attention.”

Jeongin maybe felt a little bad about his acting, about taking Seungmin’s words to mean something he knew they didn’t. But Seungmin bought it so fast, expression quickly shifting to a soft, reassuring one and Jeongin could keep up his little ruse just a bit longer.

“Oh no, baby. No, don't worry, it's not that.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Jeongin’s neck. “I’m just thinking too much today. I miss you too much.”

Jeongin snuggled back against Seungmin, subtly grinding his hips back, certainly pressing his luck. But Seungmin, despite letting out a breath, clearly at least a little affected, didn’t say anything. Jeongin twisted around to steal a sweet kiss from his boyfriend before Seungmin let him go so he could take his turn to start climbing down the rocks. 

Though climbing didn’t actually take too long, it felt long to Jeongin. Maybe it was because of the tiring physical work of climbing, maybe it was because he couldn’t hold his boyfriend’s hand. Either way it felt as if it dragged on. Jeongin was relieved when he could see the end of the climbing in sight, a set of wooden stairs heading down starting the much easier final section of the trail.

Jeongin was thankful when he could slip his hand back into Seungmin’s lacing their fingers together. He chattered happily with Felix and Minho as he walked hand in hand with his boyfriend. As they came down, climbing lower than the tops of the nearby highrises, Minho kept checking their location to make sure they were, in fact, close to where they started. 

The group was much more lively as they reached the bottom about 5 minutes later. Minho led them along the sidewalk back to the small parking lot while they chattered and joked with each other. Jeongin kept throwing quick glances at Seungmin, looking away before he caught his eye but noticing the way Seungmin kept looking at him, almost catching him. When they did lock eyes Jeongin squeezed his hand and snuggled into his shoulder cutely. Seungmin kissed his temple in response, eliciting disgusted gagging from at least half of their friends.

They climbed back into the cars, this time with Chan driving them and Felix in the passenger seat. Both were chattering happily as they all strapped in and Chan pulled out, following Minho as they headed back home. As they talked Felix searched his bag, grinning when he found what he was looking for and pulling out a lollipop.

Yet another idea popped into Jeongin’s head as he leaned forwards.

“Aw, I wish I’d thought to bring candy.” He muttered.

“Oh,” Felix reached back into his bag before producing another one. “I have one more if you want it.”

Jeongin flashed him a bright smile as he thanked him and took the lollipop, unwrapping it and quickly popping it in his mouth. Despite how badly he wanted to, he refrained from looking at his boyfriend while he continued to talk with Felix and Chan, Seungmin only occasionally chiming in. 

Jeongin fiddled with the stick between his fingers as he listened between talking. He pulled the candy out with a pop every time he had to speak and made sure to take it into his mouth again slowly, taking his time as he wrapped his lips around it and wondering if Seungmin was actually watching his little show.

“This is really good.” Jeongin hummed.

“I think that one was blue raspberry.” Felix hummed.

“Minmin, isn’t that one of your favourites? Do you want to try it?” Jeongin ignored the way Chan and Felix cocked an eyebrow at the pet name, much more interested in his boyfriend’s reaction as he turned to look at him. Seungmin was staring at Jeongin, eyes a little wide and shoulders a little stiff, hands clasped a little too tightly together. Jeongin cocked his head to the side, trying to smile but smirking instead and more than surely giving away what he was up to, though the pet name he only ever used in the bedroom was probably enough to do that on its own.

Seungmin cleared his throat. “Sure.” His voice sounded ever so slightly strained as Jeongin brought the lollipop to his lips and watched as he took it into his mouth. Jeongin’s fingers never let go of the stick, eyes glued to his boyfriend’s lips completely shamelessly as he felt the way it moved, Seungmin swirling his tongue around the sweet treat.

As he opened his mouth Jeongin pulled the treat back, sticking it back into his own mouth and shoving it into his cheek. 

“It’s good, right?” He hummed.

Seungmin tilted his head, studying Jeongin now and despite all of the trouble he’d been causing on purpose all morning, he shifted a little, feeling nervous under Seungmin’s gaze. 

“Mhm.”

“You two are nasty.” Felix muttered, reminding Jeongin that they were not, in fact, alone.

“They swap spit without the candy.” Chan said tiredly. “What’s the difference?”

Jeongin felt the heat creep up his cheeks as he grinned sheepishly. He spared a glance towards the front of the car where Felix was giving him a very judgemental look through the rearview mirror. 

“Oh, like you wouldn’t.” Jeongin muttered.

“Not with Seungmin.” Felix wrinkled his nose.

“Well…” Chan grinned as he said it, earning a punch in the shoulder from Felix and fake gagging from Seungmin.

“I’m not into age gap relationships.” Seungmin deadpanned, drawing snickers from Jeongin and Felix.

“I’m not that old.” Chan muttered.

“You’re turning to dust before our very eyes.” Jeongin said.

“It’s honestly impressive that a dinosaur can drive.” Seungmin added.

“I liked you two better when you were pining for each other.” Chan grumbled.

The car filled with snickering as they continued to banter and teasing, mostly at Chan’s expense. Jeongin was still idly sucking on the lollipop in between verbal jabs and chuckling. He could feel Seungmin’s eyes flicker over to him from time to time but he had toned it down, at least for the moment.

It wasn’t all that much later that they pulled into the parking space under their building. Everyone bustled out of the cars, grabbing bags and picnic gear before heading up to their apartments. Jeongin pouted as Seungmin took one of the bags, helping to carry it instead of taking his hand. 

Jeongin followed along behind them, heading into the apartment with Minho, Felix, and Seungmin. They carried things into the kitchen and much to Jeongin’s dismay Seungmin started to help put things away. Jeongin leaned his elbows on the island, watching the three of them work and pouting at the lack of attention. He mulled over ideas, trying to think of something to draw his boyfriend away.

He tried coughing and clearing his throat but neither drew attention. He pulled the lollipop from his mouth as he walked around the side of the island and let out the most suggestive yawn he could muster. That was enough to have all three of them glance at him. Jeongin took the opportunity with Seungmin’s eyes on him again to stretch forward, bending himself over the island and sticking his ass out. He noticed Felix’s pure confusion, shaking his head before returning his attention to the unpacking. Minho rolled his eyes and sighed but Seungmin kept watching. Jeongin locked eyes with him, giving the sweetest, most innocent doe eyes he could as he ran his tongue around the lollipop before sucking it back between his lips again.

Seungmin blinked at him once, as if the gears were turning in his head. His gaze darkened rather suddenly, a look of revelation in his eyes that sent a shiver down Jeongin’s spine. He stood up straight, dropping his gaze bashfully and feeling the heat rise and burn his skin at the realization that he was, finally, truly, caught.

It took mere seconds for Seungmin to make it across the room, grabbing Jeongin roughly by the wrist and dragging him out of the kitchen. Seungmin completely ignored the questions from Minho about where he was going and Jeongin felt the absolute rush of arousal that settled at the bottom of his stomach as he stumbled behind Seungmin down the hall.

Seungmin wasn’t gentle with him as he pushed Jeongin into his bedroom. He struggled to catch his footing before turning around to find Seungmin closing the door and locking it before he started across the room towards Jeongin, a hand dropping to his belt, starting to undo it.

“You’re such a little whore, today.” His tone was so smooth and yet there was a dangerous edge to it, an edge Jeongin had never heard before, an edge that had his cock twitching in his pants. 

“I-I” Seungmin didn’t let him speak much. He was quick to take what was left of the lollipop from Jeongin’s lips, tossing it in the trash. 

“I knew you were being a brat when you started sucking on that lollipop.” His hand found Jeongin’s shoulder and Jeongin let out a whimper as Seungmin forced him down to his knees. “But you’re usually such a good boy it didn’t even occur to me that you’ve been acting out on purpose all morning.”

“I just…” Jeongin’s sentence trailed off as his eyes dropped to where Seungmin shoved his pants down his hips along with his boxers. He felt the way he started nearly drooling as he took in the sight of Seungmin’s half-hard cock, all thoughts wiped from his mind in an instant.

“The lollipop was obvious but wearing my shirt? Kissing my neck? Grinding on me in front of our friends?” Jeongin let out a gasp as Seungmin threaded his fingers into his hair and yanked it back roughly, forcing him to look up. He met Seungmin’s gaze, watching as he spit into his hand before wrapping it around his cock. “Desperate enough that you didn’t even care who would notice, right Innie?”

“Just- j-just wanted your attention.” Jeongin whimpered. He squirmed under Seungmin’s gaze, absolutely reeling from this new side of him, a side he’d been trying to tease out of him for so long. Nothing had happened yet but Jeongin was sure that his cock was already leaking from how quickly he’d gotten worked up.

“You have it now.” Seungmin murmured. “Put your hands behind your back.” Jeongin did it immediately, not even needing to give it a single thought. He was so eager to do just about anything Seungmin asked of him now. He could have been vibrating with excitement and anticipation at what was to come.

“So you can be a good boy.” Seungmin said, smirk tugging at his lips. “All of a sudden you’re behaving yourself again.”

Jeongin’s gaze kept flickering down, stealing a glance at Seungmin’s cock growing harder in his hand and then back up to his face. “I’ll be good.”

He whimpered as Seungmin yanked his hair back roughly again, squeezing his thighs together, cock caught between them and getting just a little bit of relief from the pressure. 

“Of course you’d say that now.” Seungmin said smoothly. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been bratty all day.”

Jeongin’s eyes flickered down again, unable to keep from taking in the sight, mind so quickly getting wrapped up in wanting to taste him, wanting to feel him.

“Go ahead,” Seungmin said coolly, drawing Jeongin’s gaze back up. Of course it would be obvious where his attention was, but still he felt heat under his skin at Seungmin’s words. “You’ve already been sucking on a lollipop, but if you need even more…”

Jeongin knew how flushed he must be but it didn’t stop him from leaning forwards, only for Seungmin to shift his hips back. He turned his gaze back up to his boyfriend, eyes wide and pleading.

“Minnie-”

“Oh come on,” Seungmin teased. “You thought you wouldn’t have to work for it?”

“B-But-”

“If you’re really going to complain after how much trouble you’ve caused, I can give you nothing.”

Jeongin felt a surge of panic as he started sputtering, reaching for Seungmin while he tried to find the words to explain himself but stopping when Seungmin stepped away from him. He obediently put his hands behind his back again, biting his lip as he looked up at Seungmin cautiously.

“Only good boys get rewarded, Innie.” Seungmin tutted, stepping closer again. “Go ahead, suck me off.”

Jeongin dug his own nails into his arms to keep from moving them while he leaned forward. Seungmin didn’t make it easy for him, his hips shifting back and keeping his cock mere centimetres away from Jeongin’s lips. Jeongin managed to get close a few times, lips just touching the tip of Seungmin’s cock before it was pulled out of his reach again.

He felt the embarrassment rush through him as Seungmin chuckled at him, fingers tightening in his hair to keep him in place as he almost let him have what he wanted. It put no damper on his arousal, rather it had his cock throbbing in a way he didn’t plan to explore at the moment, filing the thought away for later as he pouted up at his boyfriend.

“Minnie, you’re being mean.”

A look of surprise, so genuine Jeongin bought it hook, line, and sinker, came over Seungmin’s face. “Am I?”

Jeongin nodded quickly and was given another shock to the system as Seungmin yanked his hair back roughly again. He let out a groan at the feeling, breathing just a little heavy as he met Seungmin’s dark gaze. It was the same one he’d been bathing Jeongin in since the beginning but each time Jeongin found it trained on him he felt hotter, shifting his hips and squeezing his thighs together in a way he was sure Seungmin noticed from the way he smirked.

“What? You’ve been begging me to be rough with you. You went out of your way to be a little whore today. And in front of our friends, no less.” He leaned down just a little. “Did you think I’d be nice, love?”

Jeongin sputtered, trying to find words and failing miserably. He was utterly reeling from the way Seungmin was treating him, so different and yet so enticing, so much hotter than he’d imagined. Truthfully, even in imagining what it would be like for Seungmin to fuck him senseless, he’d barely even considered him being mean.

He certainly didn’t dislike it.

Seungmin’s gaze turned a little more calculating, smirk disappearing for a more serious expression. His grip on Jeongin’s hair loosened just a little as he studied Jeongin for a moment.

“Is it what you were expecting, baby?”

His tone was different this time, more cautious. Jeongin felt his heart melt just a little as he realized what Seungmin was really asking. Are you okay? Do you need to stop? Do you want me to be nicer?

Jeongin took a deep breath that came out a little shaky. It was different from all of his fantasies, but it was the furthest thing from bad. He nodded slowly; Seungmin waited, clearly wanting to hear him say something, to confirm that everything was okay and he wanted to keep going. 

“It’s different.” Jeongin said quietly. “B-But- U-Uh.” He still felt shaky and even more shy with Seungmin’s treatment of him as he tried to get his thoughts out. “I’m- I- Minnie, please?” He settled on a question, struggling to form a full sentence that didn’t seem dumb. So instead of talking any more, he gave his boyfriend a sweet, doe-eyed gaze while letting his mouth fall open, waiting obediently. 

“What a good boy.” Seungmin grinned. “Hold still for me, cutie.”

Jeongin did just as he was told, mouth open, eyes on Seungmin and sticking his tongue out. He held still like he was told and Seungmin finally guided his cock into his mouth. Jeongin let out a muffled moan around him, eyelids fluttering as he finally got a taste of his lover on his tongue again.

Seungmin was much more quiet than usual, only letting out a slow breath as his grip tightened in Jeongin’s hair again, keeping him still as he rolled his hips forwards, fucking slowly into Jeongin’s mouth. Jeongin struggled to keep his eyes open, just wanting to let him fall closed and sit there, letting his boyfriend use his mouth.

It was almost embarrassing how affected Jeongin was. Despite the fact that all he had in terms of touch was a hand in his hair and a cock in his mouth he was insanely turned on. If he hadn’t had his hands behind his back he didn’t think he’d be able to help jerking himself off. The only thing keeping his hands off of himself was his desire to be a good boy for Seungmin. 

Seungmin’s breathes grew heavier as he fucked just a little deeper into Jeongin’s mouth. He was still being cautious, not too rough. Despite his demeanour he didn’t want to hurt Jeongin or push him too far. It was a level of sweetness amid a whole new side of him that Jeongin appreciated.

And yet, nothing would make him happier than his boyfriend's cock becoming well acquainted with the back of his throat.

Even though he was meant to sit still Jeongin started to lean forward. Each time Seungmin’s hips came towards him he leaned in, taking more of him, as much as he could manage without falling forward completely. He felt the way his cock positively throbbed at the groan Seungmin let out, slowing his movements before meeting Jeongin’s gaze.

“Do you want more?” Seungmin chuckled. “Are you that greedy today?”

Jeongin didn’t say anything, just nodding vigorously and opening his mouth again. Seungmin seemed to study him for a moment, as if to make sure he really wanted what he said he did, before thrusting back into Jeongin’s mouth. 

This time it was decidedly rougher and deeper, though not as deep as he could possibly go. Still, Jeongin was positively intoxicated by it. His eyelids grew a little heavy as Seungmin started to let a few groans off his lips as he kept a faster pace, stopping just short of making Jeongin gag.

Jeongin dug his nails even further into his skin to keep his hands from moving as Seungmin brought his other hand to Jeongin’s head. Now with both hands keeping him still he moved with quick snaps of his hips, whether intentionally or not, getting a little deeper each time.

Drool that had been more easily kept under control now was starting to drip down Jeongin’s chin and it nearly made his eyes roll back. He leaned forward as much as Seungmin’s hands would allow, finally far enough for Seungmin’s cock to breach the top of his throat. It was only a quick moment but it had Jeongin gagging and Seungmin all too quickly pulling out.

He was much more gentle as he tilted Jeongin’s head up. “Innie?” Concern lacing his tone that it was too much.

Jeongin, however, was on cloud nine. He gazed up at Seungmin with hazy, lust-filled eyes and let his mouth fall open again with a whimper, a plea for more.

“God,” Seungmin chuckled. “When did my cute little Innie turn into such a slut?” With a renewed strong grip in Jeongin’s hair he thrust back into his mouth, this time as deep as he could go, Jeongin’s nose touching the base of his stomach. When he spoke his voice was breathy. “Fuck, is that my fault?” He pulled out, letting Jeongin catch his breath for a moment before doing it again. “I’m a bad influence.”

Messy drool found it’s way down Jeongin’s chin and neck as Seungmin fucked into his mouth; the wet sounds only rivalled by Jeongin’s gagging each time Seungmin’s cock reached his throat. Seungmin let out soft curses under his breath, eyes screwing shut as he started to fuck quickly and roughly into Jeongin’s mouth again.

Jeongin let his eyes roll back and close as he let his boyfriend fuck his throat, gagging each time he went in deep enough and happily opening his mouth again as soon as he caught his breath. Maybe it was the weeks of pent up need but he was sure he’d never been happier than this. In a perfect world this is how he would go, choking on Seungmin’s cock. He was sure Seungmin would beg to differ but it didn’t change the fact that this was utterly perfect to him.

As Seungmin got closer to his high he couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore, letting moans and curse words pour off his lips. Each little sound made the pool of heat in the pit of Jeongin’s stomach grow more and more. He fought to keep his hips still but he was in desperate need of being touched. He didn’t even care how at this point he just needed his boyfriend to touch him.

“Fuck.” Seungmin pulled back, fully out of Jeongin’s mouth and gazed down at him. As Jeongin gazed up at him sweetly, sticking his tongue out, mouth open yet again, Seungmin grinned. 

“You want me to cum in your mouth, baby?” He cooed. 

Jeongin nodded, pleading with just his eyes.

Seungmin tilted Jeongin’s head back a little more. “Too bad for you only good boys get what they want.” Jeongin’s expression dropped as his lips formed a pout. It did nothing at all to sway Seungmin’s resolve. “Naughty boys get whatever I’ll give them.” Seungmin let go of Jeongin’s hair, stepping back from him. “Strip, and get on the bed.”

Jeongin stumbled to his feet, a little shocked and pouty at not getting what he wanted. His legs were shaky and his knees were sore from being on the ground. He noticed how red they were as he stripped off his pants. His shirt followed soon after before he climbed onto the bed and sat, eyes finding Seungmin who had also rid himself of his clothes and was grabbing something out of his closet.

Jeongin swallowed hard as Seungmin pulled out a pair of handcuffs. They were blue and fuzzy and looked soft, clearly meant only for the bedroom. Jeongin thought he might even be able to break them if he pulled hard.

But he’d still never seen them before. He didn’t even know Seungmin was into that. The surprise didn’t stop his cock from twitching at the sight, though just about anything might have been arousing to him at this point. His eyes flickered between Seungmin’s face and the handcuffs as Seungmin approached the bed, clearly studying his reaction.

“You’ll stay nice and still for me this way.” Seungmin hummed, hooking one cuff onto his finger and dangling them in front of Jeongin’s face, swinging them like a pendulum. Jeongin watched them, almost mesmerised. Seungmin leaned in to murmur in his ear.

“Do you want to try something new, baby?” The way he murmured it felt like it set every nerve in Jeongin’s body alight. He wanted it, he wanted anything so fucking bad. He was nodding and whimpering an affirmation before he knew it and Seungmin kissed his neck gently, making him shiver.

“Lay down then.”

Jeongin did just as he was told, biting down on his lip as Seungmin took a hold of his wrists and pulled them up over his head. He was sure his heart was just about to beat out of his chest with how fast it was racing as he felt Seungmin snap the handcuffs around one wrist. He squirmed a little as Seungmin hooked the cuffs around a spoke in the headboard and secured his other hand.

Jeongin met Seungmin’s gaze, seeing his expression soften just a little bit, like he couldn’t help how in love he was. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach just the way they always did when he was caught in Seungmin’s loving gaze and it made him shy, heat flooding his cheeks and looking away from Seungmin.

Seungmin ran his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, drawing a whimper from his lips. His eyes slipped shut at the gentle touch, body tensing in anticipation of a rough grasp. It didn’t come though, instead Seungmin’s fingertips slipped down his neck and then started to trail gently over his chest.

Jeongin let out a shuddering breath, the lack of any rough touch making the anticipation even stronger. Seungmin’s touches were feather-light as they trailed over his stomach and his muscles tensed under them. A whimper slipped past his lips, legs trembling slightly as Seungmin’s touch moved lower, to his lower stomach and hips, but avoiding where his cock lay hard and flushed against his lower stomach.

“Minnie.” He couldn’t help his whining for more. It was nearly tortuous for Seungmin to go so slow now. 

“Look at me.” 

Jeongin did as he was told, forcing his eyes open and shifting, his thighs tensing with the feeling of arousal that accompanied the look Seungmin was giving him.

“Did I say naughty boys get what they want?” He asked. Jeongin shook his head, biting down on his lip. “What did I say?”

“N-Naughty boys take what th-they’re given.” He mumbled shakily.

“What are you gonna do for me, baby?” He questioned.

“I’ll take what you give me.” He whimpered.

Seungmin leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jeongin’s hip that on its own made him moan.

“Good boy.” Seungmin grinned.

Jeongin held in his whines and pouts for the time being, eyes fluttering shut again as he let Seungmin spread his legs and push his feet up so he was resting on them. He hadn’t even noticed him grabbing the lube but he could hear him squirting it onto his fingers now. A hand came down on his hip before he felt a finger circle his entrance.

“I’m curious, baby.” Seungmin hummed as his finger slid into Jeongin in one, smooth movement, drawing a moan from his lips. “What did you think was going to happen when we got home?”

“Th-Think?” Jeongin’s thighs tensed as Seungmin started to curl his finger, moving in just the way he knew Jeongin liked. His head fell back, so sensitive he was sure he could cum within a couple of minutes, maybe even less if Seungmin kept moving just like this. His ability to think was already dissipating and he struggled to find an answer to Seungmin’s question.

“You didn’t think, baby?” He teased. “Come on, you can usually think straight before I start touching you, can’t you?”

“Ju- J-Just- mm-” It felt so insanely good to finally be touched and his brain was turning to mush more and more every second. He struggled to come up with any kind of answer and Seungmin slowed his movements, almost completely still. Jeongin’s hips tried to buck up involuntarily, stopped by Seungmin’s hand on his hip, as a whine left his lips.

“Good boys answer questions.” Seungmin purred.

Jeongin’s fingers curled into fists as he tried not to move his hips, sure that Seungmin would pull away if he tried to grind down on his finger. Instead, he fought for one, single, solitary, coherent thought.

“I- I-I th-thought I-” Wading through his brain to find anything sensical was like moving through molasses. He couldn't seem to remember any of thoughts from before he entered the bedroom. He knew almost all of them were about Seungmin but that was about it. Seungmin tutted, pulling his fingers away, leaving Jeongin empty. 

“No no no no.” Jeongin pulled at the cuffs on his wrists, eyes flying open and finding Seungmin in desperation. “P-Please Minmin please-”

Seungmin tilted his head, regarding Jeongin with a sweet pout. “You can’t answer my question but you want me to give you more?”

Jeongin squirmed, biting down on his lip and resolving to try again.

“Thought- I th-thought- you- y-y-you-” He let his head fall back, eyes shut again as he tried to focus. “You w-would- wanted- you-”

Whether Seungmin took pity on him or whether he was just getting bored, Jeongin didn’t know. He truthfully knew nothing as soon as Seungmin pressed two fingers into him. His back arched off the bed as a broken moan poured from his lips. Seungmin kept his hips from moving much as his fingers reached deep inside, curling in just the right way.

Moans poured off his lips as his thighs trembled and pre-cum leaked onto his lower stomach. After everything from the day and weeks of waiting it all felt so much more intense. His mind was fully wrapped up in the feeling of Seungmin’s fingers curling and thrusting into just the right spot inside of him and the resulting waves of pleasure that drew moans from his lips. 

Jeongin relished this moment where all he could sense was Seungmin. The scent on the soft pillows under his head; the feeling of a hand on his hip, holding him down; and the fingers moving so perfectly inside him, that he swore were getting deeper little by little. Any thought that made its way into his hazy mind was about Seungmin and the intense pleasure he was giving him.

Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut tight, feeling just how close he had gotten. His own muscles were tensed and he felt so close to his edge, nails digging into his palms and toes curling as he tried to get something off his tongue.

“S- M-M-”

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seungmin purred.

“G-Gonna- I-I”

“Gonna cum, baby?” He asked sweetly. Jeongin nodded vigorously,  satisfied that Seungmin understood him.

The satisfaction gave way to disappointment and frustration a moment later when Seungmin pulled his fingers out entirely, leaving Jeongin empty and wanting. His eyes flew open and he found Seungmin with his desperate gaze, pleading eyes met with Seungmin’s smirk.

“Baby,” He cooed. “Did you think I would let you cum that easily?”

“Min-” As his orgasm slipped away from him he tried to plead but Seungmin quieted him. His voice was very soft when he spoke again, far too gentle for his words.

“Naughty boys…”

“Take wh-what you give them.” Jeongin hiccuped. His lips formed into a pout and he squirmed, rolling his wrists a little and taking a shaky breath. 

Seungmin shifted, moving up the bed and bringing his clean hand to cup Jeongin’s cheek. Jeongin felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach once again as his boyfriend pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. 

“Still okay, baby?” He whispered against his lips.

Jeongin took a second, tempted to kiss him and resisting the urge and instead catching his breath. “M’ okay.” He mumbled.

Seungmin pulled back just enough to look at him. When Jeongin opened his eyes he found Seungmin gazing at him, full of love and concern. It had Jeongin absolutely melting, heart bursting from the moment of sweetness.

“You sure, love?” He checked again.

Jeongin nodded, mind a little more clear without Seungmin touching him, though still very needy. “It’s fun, Minnie.”

“Yeah, baby?” Seungmin gave him a sweet smile.

“I’m having fun,” Jeongin hummed, feeling almost shy from the way Seungmin was gazing at him. “Please? C-Can you…”

Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose. “Of course, baby. Just tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Okay,” Jeongin gave Seungmin a warm smile as he pulled away, grabbing the lube and putting a little more on his fingers. Jeongin let his head rest back on the pillows, wiggling his hips and spreading his legs a little wider. It drew a giggle from Seungmin’s lips.

“Eager, baby?” 

“Always eager for you, Minnie-” Jeongin’s words broke off into a moan as two fingers slid smoothly into him again. His back arched off the bed at the wash of sudden pleasure that rushed through his body. It felt so heavenly so quickly and it had his fingernails digging into his palms again.

“My poor Innie,” Seungmin hummed, still a touch of sweetness in his voice. “So needy, hm?”

Jeongin nodded quickly, letting out soft moans at each movement and curl of Seungmin’s fingers. He was moving even slower now and it would have driven Jeongin mad if he wasn’t so insanely sensitive. He was sure he could feel everything; the soft sheets under his back, the cool air licking at his stomach, arms, and legs, the gentle tickle of the fuzzy handcuffs around his wrists, and the intoxicating way Seungmin’s fingers moved, so expertly making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

His pleasure was building just as quickly as it had before. He felt the way tension was already drawing at his muscles, tightening them, making them tremble. His moans grew whinier as the tension grew stronger and in response Seungmin’s fingers moved even slower, prolonging the tortuous waiting.

“Please,” The word fell from his lips without him even thinking about it.

“Want more, baby?” Jeongin could hear the grin in his boyfriend’s voice but he nodded anyway.

Seungmin pulled his fingers out completely but before Jeongin could even whine about it three fingers pressed into him. Pleasure washed through him and drew a particularly loud moan from his lips. Each slow curl of his fingers was in just the right spot and sent sensation through his body.

“Feel good, baby?” Seungmin hummed. Jeongin nodded his head, failing to manage a ‘yes’ and only producing more moans.

“You want more though, right?”

“Mhm.” It came out whiny but Jeongin didn’t care at the moment, simply thankful that Seungmin had resorted to yes or no questions instead of trying to get a full sentence out of his horny, lust-filled brain.

“Want more than just my fingers?” Jeongin nodded again. Seungmin leaned in closer, and even with his eyes squeezed shut he could sense it, hear how much closer his voice was, feel the hot breath on his ear as Seungmin moved his fingers a little faster. “Want my cock, right baby?”

“P-Please.”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He purred. Jeongin nodded vigorously. “I haven’t been fucking you hard enough, right? I’m not doing a good enough job satisfying my baby?”

If Jeongin had even a single firing brain cell at this point he would have seen a trap in Seungmin’s words. But he was too far gone to process it. He simply nodded, letting little “mhm”s fall from his lips while he found himself consumed with pleasure and the thought of finally getting the dicking down he’s been craving. He was so so close to his high again, tension through his body and hips trying to grind down onto Seungmin’s fingers.

Which is what made it all the more disappointing when Seungmin pulled his fingers away again.

“No no no please Minmin please.” Jeongin tugged at the cuffs on his wrist as he writhed and whimpered. Seungmin simply chuckled in response. When Jeongin pried his eyes open and found Seungmin cleaning off his fingers. 

“You don’t want my cock, baby? Just my fingers today?” He teased.

“N-No I- mm-” Jeongin fell silent, biting down on his lip and not trusting himself not to say something stupid. 

Seungmin leaned over him, undoing the cuffs around Jeongin’s wrists and pulling his arms free. Jeongin was quick to wrap them around Seungmin’s neck and press a kiss to his lips. Seungmin indulged him only for a moment, before pulling away from him, gaze intense and calculating. If Jeongin had his wits about him he would have seen the mischievous glint but he was none the wiser. 

Seungmin rolled off of him, reaching into his nightstand as Jeongin pushed himself up to watch him. His eyes caught onto the glint of the glossy condom packaging. Without thinking Jeongin leaned over him and quickly knocked it out of his hand. Seungmin fixed him with a look of surprise but it quickly melted away into a smirk, one that made Jeongin’s skin blossom with a red blush.

“Not just satisfied with getting fucked now, baby? You want my cum too?”

“I-I”

“How greedy. You want my cum, you want me to fuck you better. Gosh I’m such a bad boyfriend.” Seungmin sighed, settling on his back and putting his hands behind his head.

“N-No, that’s-”

“But I don’t really know what you want.” He grinned. “Why don’t you show me, cutie?”

“Sh-Show you?” Jeongin tripped over his words as his mind tried to catch up with what Seungmin meant.

Seungmin gazed pointedly at his cock, hard and flushed and sitting against the bottom of his stomach, ever so enticing. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. If you can show me how hard you want it,  I’ll do it. I clearly need some instruction, right?”

Jeongin’s jaw hung open as he stared at Seungmin, slowly processing his words. He felt his face burning as he shifted a little, glancing away from Seungmin nervously before meeting his eye again.

“Y-You want me to- uh-” He took a second, swallowing hard. “Me on top?”

Seungmin gave him an obviously fake pout. “You can’t show me what you want? Are you sure you even know, baby? Or have you been begging for more with no idea of what that means?”

“N-No No I-I can I-ll-” Jeongin took a quick moment to compose himself and think of an entire sentence. “I can do it.”

“Good,” Seungmin hummed, grin tugging at his lips. “You’ll show me what I’ve been doing wrong.”

Jeongin sputtered for a moment before shutting his mouth. It was better not to trust himself to say something witty or even coherent. Instead he moved closer to Seungmin and straddled his upper thighs. He felt the nerves and excitement bubbling inside him as he gazed down at his lover’s cock, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Even though they’d had sex a number of times he’d never been on top. It wasn’t like anything about Seungmin’s dick had changed but it was somehow more intimidating like this.

He could feel his cheeks slowly burning more and more under Seungmin’s gaze as he tried to psych himself up. He saw Seungmin moving his arm in the edges of his vision before the bottle of lube was suddenly dangling in front of Jeongin’s face. When he met Seungmin’s eye he was greeted with a smirk and it made his face burn even more.

“I even have to remind you of lube.” He teased. “Off to a bad start.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, dropping his gaze as he snatched the bottle and focused his attention on pouring the slippery substance onto Seungmin’s cock, wrapping a hand around and pumping it a few times. Whatever pride he had left wanted to prove that he could do this but somehow he felt Seungmin might be setting him up for failure.

Either way, with his partner properly prepared Jeongin set the bottle aside and moved to straddle Seungmin’s hips. He took a breath that came out shaky as he lifted himself up, keeping a hold on Seungmin’s cock in one hand. Of course he’d had Seungmin inside of him before but he’d never been in charge of it and the nerves were starting to fill his stomach as he gave Seungmin an anxious look.

Seungmin’s hand found his hip instantly, helping him shift into just the right position and watching him carefully. Jeongin met his boyfriend’s gaze, smiling nervously as Seungmin helped him start to ease down onto his cock. A few whimpers passed his lips at the familiar stretch. He let his eyes fall closed as he moved down slowly, feeling Seungmin’s grip on his hip tighten instinctively if he tried to move any faster. Even so, he bottomed out quicker than when Seungmin was in charge of it, biting down on his lip to try and muffle the small moan trying to slip off his tongue. His hands found a resting place on Seungmin’s chest and Seungmin pulled his hand away from Jeongin’s hip, leaving him with all the control.

Jeongin took a few deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of being full after far too long. When he started to move, just a shallow grinding of his hips, he truly felt like his brain was melting in the best way possible. Even slight movement on his boyfriend’s cock felt so good and he was slowly losing what little brain power he had left at this point. 

Each roll of his hips had jolts of pleasure rushing through his body. He couldn’t help the moans rolling off his tongue. His nails dug into Seungmin’s skin, drawing a sharp inhale from him, the muscles of his thighs tensing under Jeongin. Jeongin soaked in every bit of it, the little sounds Seungmin let past his lips, the waves of pleasure as he ground his hips down. He started to move just a little faster as he got used to the new position.

“You’re so cute.” Seungmin’s voice was just a little breathy as he spoke, fingertips finding Jeongin’s thighs and drawing them up and down with a feather-light touch. Jeongin slowed his movements again, eyes fluttering open to gaze down at his boyfriend.

“Cute?” He hummed. In his hazy state he couldn't quite read the smile on his lover’s face.

“Mhm,” Seungmin scratched his nails lightly over Jeongin’s skin, sending a shiver of arousal down his spine. “You’re going so slow, baby. Seems like you really do want me to be gentle with you.”

Jeongin’s lips pulled into a pout as he shook his head, coming to a full stop. “No, I just…”

“Just what, baby?” Seungmin hummed, nails dragging in a slow swirling pattern over the skin of Jeongin’s hips and raising goosebumps in their wake and it was such a good and distracting sensation. Jeongin fought to find the words he needed through his mind, nearly too thick with desire to think.

“J-Just,” He let out a small moan as he ground down slowly, enjoying the feeling before trying to speak again. “Just w-wanna start slow.”

“Oh,” Seungmin grinned, “You’re still getting started, baby? I guess I shouldn’t rush you, hmm?”

Jeongin nodded at him with a whine.

“I’ll let you take your time, then.” Seungmin hummed. “You just better hope I don’t get bored of waiting.” He yawned for good measure, having the exact effect he wanted on Jeongin. A flash of panic tore through him at the thought that he might not get what he wanted after all of this, or worse Seungmin would get tired and decide to stop.

He started moving again, this time with much more purpose. His hips ground down harder and moans started to pour from his lips as the pleasure rushed through him. He tried with all of his might to focus on his goal, keeping his hips moving and even starting to go more quickly, finding a rhythm that felt heavenly.

Little sighs and groans tumbled from Seungmin’s lips in response to Jeongin’s movements. He met Seungmin’s gaze, his hips stuttering as he took in the intense gaze Seungmin had fixed him with that sent a rush of heat through his body. A whimper left his lips and he was sure if he wasn’t using his hands for support he would be jerking himself off.

His orgasm was starting to build again. The constant heat of arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach and every bit of his body feeling sensitive. He could feel the soft sheets under his knees, Seungmin’s skin under his fingers, the nails scratching lightly at his skin all adding to the pleasure that was filling him more and more with each passing moment. He moved just a little faster, letting out a groan at the sensation.

“This is what you want, baby?” Seungmin sounded undeniably affected now but it only served to turn Jeongin on that much more. Even with the clear desire in his voice, he was still incredibly composed. “I shouldn’t be fucking you, hmm? You just want me to grind into you?”

“No.” The word tumbled quickly off of Jeongin’s lips as he shook his head quickly. He felt the quick pang of panic, as if his fantasy was slipping away before his very eyes. 

“You sure?” Seungmin teased. “You’re just grinding on me, baby. If that’s all you wanted you should have just said so.” Seungmin shifted under him, as if to push himself up. Jeongin reacted quickly, pushing his shoulders back down roughly in desperation. Seungmin quirked an eyebrow at him, surprise and amusement in his expression.

“I-I can- I’ll d-do better.” He whimpered. “Minnie, please.”

A smirk drew across Seungmin’s lips as he put his hands behind his head again.

“Last chance, cutie.” He hummed.

Jeongin swallowed thickly and nodded. Maybe Seungmin was bluffing, maybe he would let Jeongin keep going, but it wasn’t worth banking on that. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be satisfied with whatever his boyfriend did, but he knew what he wanted and all that was sitting between him and getting it was riding his cock like he fucking meant it.

Jeongin made sure his hands were properly braced on his boyfriend’s chest before he lifted his hips, halfway up Seungmin’s cock before coming back down. A loud moan tumbled off his lips and his eyes rolled back as he did it again. The feeling was so incredibly addicting and it kept his hips moving at a steady pace. A wash of pleasure rushed through him each time he pushed himself back down that had his toes curling and thighs trembling.

Small curses fell from both of their lips as Jeongin moved. Seungmin’s groans were low in his voice while Jeongin’s climbed higher. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room each time his ass met Seungmin’s thighs. The room felt warmer and warmer, or maybe it was just his own body feeling warm as he crept closer to his release.

If he had even a shred of shame left he might feel embarrassed over how whiny his moans had gotten but he could barely care when this felt so good. He shifted his position, sitting up and leaning back. His hands found Seungmin’s thighs for support and he let his head fall back as he bounced on his cock a little faster.

Seungmin’s hands found Jeongin’s hips. He neither slowed him down nor sped him up, simply holding onto his hips as he moved, curses falling off his hips and egging Jeongin on even more. Jeongin slowed to grind down roughly for a moment, drawing a gasp from both of them at the sensation of Seungmin dragging against his walls, before he was bouncing again.

“Fuck, that feels good, baby.” Seungmin’s voice came out breathy as he squeezed Jeongin’s hips. “So good.”

Jeongin moaned in response, leaning back a little more and cursing at the change in angle. He was starting to chase his high now, feeling it so close in his stomach after so much wanting. It had been on his mind since he woke up and it was now so close, within reach and it had him going a little harder, feeling Seungmin start to help him keep his movements consistent.

His thighs were starting to burn with the effort, muscles growing tired from overuse, but he tried his best to ignore it. His nails dug into Seungmin’s thighs a little as he tried to move even faster but his legs wouldn’t allow it. So he tried to come down harder instead, each time he came down a broken moan sounded from his lips.

His stomach was tense and cock leaking and he felt so insanely good. But as he kept up the same pace his body wasn’t getting any closer to release. So close to finally cumming and he’d hit a plateau, body seemingly unwilling to reach orgasm. He screwed his eyes shut, sweat making hair stick to his forehead with the effort as he kept going.

The sounds filling the room which usually turned him on more were doing nothing now. He’d hit a wall and all of his desperation seemingly wasn’t enough to actually get him off. He felt a wash of shame as he shifted again, hands back on Seungmin’s chest for better support as he kept lifting his hips. 

His legs though, too, were starting to fail him. The harder he tried to ride Seungmin, the more worn his muscles became. They burned and against his will slowed down, too fatigued from the effort of it and as his body slowed down so too did his high start to slip away from him.

“Innie?” Seungmin’s voice was laced with a concern that Jeongin didn’t even register, too busy trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. Now was not the time to cry. He didn’t need to look any more pathetic than he already felt, unable to even ride Seungmin as hard as he wanted to. 

His body seemed to have other plans, betraying him at every turn. He let out a quiet curse, head dropping forwards as tears pricked at his eyes and he prayed to any god out there that Seungmin wouldn’t notice. He didn’t think he could handle being teased about it when he was so close and frustrated.

“Innie?! Baby?!” Seungmin’s hands came to his hips first, fully stopping his movements. Jeongin couldn’t hold back his sob as his hips stuttered to a stop, too weak against Seungmin’s grip now that he was so tired. Seungmin sat up, hands moving to cup Jeongin’s cheeks and tilting his face to see him properly. When Jeongin blinked his watery eyes open Seungmin was giving him the sweetest, and most worried look.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” He said gently. “I was worried I was pushing you too hard. I-”

Jeongin shook his head to cut him off, tears still slipping down his cheeks and small gasps escaping his lips as he tried to calm himself.

“No,” he mumbled. “N-Not too- mm- Just wanna cum.” 

“You’re allowed to cum, baby.” Seungmin assured him but he shook his head again, clearly not getting his point across.

“I-I can’t- can’t do it. Minmin.” The little nickname came out in a gasp as he fought to steady his breathing. “Please, please.”

“Want me to help, baby?” Seungmin soothed.

Jeongin nodded, hiccuping a little. “Please, Minmin please fuck me, please.”

Seungmin’s face fell a little. His tone was serious when he spoke. “Jeongin, I don’t know if-”

“Please please please please.” Jeongin wrapped his arms around Seungmin tightly, feeling himself shaking and crying harder as he pressed his forehead to Seungmin’s. He couldn’t fathom giving up now, not when this has been on his mind for so long. “Please Minmin please. Y-You said you would if- if I- p-please. I was g-good for you, right? Please?”

“Okay okay.” Seungmin hushed him with a kiss before pulling back enough to look at him. “Are you sure?”

Jeongin nodded feverishly and Seungmin wiped away his tears with a loving smile.

“Okay, baby. Anything you want. As long as you’re okay.”

“M okay.” Jeongin mumbled, dropping his gaze.

“Just frustrated?” Seungmin asked. Jeongin nodded with a sniffle, trying to blink back the tears that were still falling and Seungmin leaned in to press a kiss to his nose.

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have let you get so frustrated when I could see you were getting tired.”

“Didn’t wanna stop.” Jeongin mumbled.

“I know, baby.”

“You.” Jeongin tried to steady himself a little more. “Y-You don’t have to start being nice.”

Seungmin gave him an amused smile before pressing another kiss to his lips. He whispered to him after that, lips brushing against Jeongin’s.

“Just calm down for me, baby. When you stop crying we can keep going. Promise I’ll make you feel good, okay.”

“Kay.”

Seungmin continued to press kisses to his lips as his tears slowed. His arms were wrapped firmly around Jeongin’s waist and it felt so secure. He couldn’t quite stifle the tears but Seungmin didn’t seem to mind. He held Jeongin close, kissing him deeply to try and distract him while he cried himself out.

Eventually the tears fully stopped. He didn’t stop kissing Seungmin, slipping his tongue into the kisses and starting to grind down on him shallowly again. Small gasps punctuated their kisses until Seungmin finally pulled back with a slight grin.

“Ready for more, baby?”

“Don’t have to go easy on me, Minnie.” Jeongin mumbled before stealing another kiss. Laughter bubbled up to Seungmin’s tongue, mixing into the kiss as well.

“Alright, cutie. If you’re sure.”

“M sure.” Jeongin hummed, intoxicated with kisses again but Seungmin fully pulled away, much to his dismay. He pouted at his boyfriend only to be met with amusement.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

Jeongin nodded quickly and Seungmin chuckled, hands finding his hips again and helping him up. Jeongin’s legs were sore and wobbly and he felt his face heat up as he stumbled off of Seungmin’s lap, not helped by the way Seungmin laughed at him.

“S not funny.” He muttered.

“It’s very funny, baby.” Seungmin countered. “You poor thing, tired yourself out so now I have to do all the work.”

“Minnie.” Jeongin whined.

“Maybe you should work out more if you want to be able to ride me, baby.” Seungmin teased as he got off the bed. Jeongin watched him with a pout. “What, rethinking your choice to ask me to be mean to you?”

Jeongin shook his head, if there was one thing he was set in it was seeing this through. 

“Alright, then get on your hands and knees, cutie.”

Jeongin swallowed hard and at the same time felt his cock twitch at the command. He scrambled shakily to his hands and knees, crawling towards Seungmin as he stood at the edge of the bed, a hand slowly pumping his cock.

A yelp left his lips as Seungmin grabbed him roughly as soon as he was close enough. He turned him around, Jeongin shaking a little on his arms and whimpering as Seungmin leaned over his back, cock grinding lazily against his ass. Seungmin’s hand found the middle of his back and pushed him down into the soft sheets of the bed.

“Now,” Seungmin purred. “Do you want it fast, or hard?”

“I-I” Jeongin’s head was quickly spinning, brain melting again as he tried to wrap his mind around the question. “B-Both?”

Seungmin chuckled. “No no, just pick one.”

“I can- I can take it.” Jeongin whined, pressing his ass back against his boyfriend’s cock. 

“Maybe you can,” Seungmin said. “But who said I would give you both?”

Jeongin sputtered in response, dropping his head into the sheets and grinding back harder, hoping that would get him what he wanted. Seungmin grabbed his hips harshly, holding them still and pulling away from him.

“I’m not hearing an answer.”

Jeongin lifted his face just enough to talk. “I-I don’t know.”

“Hmm, should we try them then?” Seungmin mused, a smirk in his tone. “Tell me which one you like better.”

“Okay,” Jeongin breathed, nodding quickly. Seungmin stood up fully behind him, his hand sliding along Jeongin’s back as he did so. He brought the tip of his cock back to Jeongin’s entrance, teasing him and earning a whimper that Jeongin tried to stifle by biting down on his lip.

It was completely in vain as Seungmin pushed into him with a smooth movement. A moan poured from his lips and he fell forward into the sheets again, turning his head to the side and cheek pressed to the bed as he took in this position, feeling Seungmin grinding into him shallowly, hands with a strong grip on his hips. Jeongin couldn’t tell if Seungmin, somehow, felt even deeper in this position, or if he was simply too far gone to tell.

“Let me know what you think.” Seungmin hummed before pulling halfway out. He snapped his hips back in, sinking his cock into Jeongin incredibly quickly once, twice, three times. Jeongin lost count. Seungmin didn’t need to keep the quick pace for long for it to make Jeongin feel dizzy in the best way possible. Each snap of Seungmin’s hips sent a wave of pleasure through him that had uncontrollable moans falling off his lips.

“Good, baby?” Seungmin asked as his hips came to a stop.

“M-Mhm.” Jeongin answered with a gasp. It was so good, insanely good, toe-curlingly good. His fingers dug into the sheets as he pressed back into Seungmin’s hips. “Minmin, again. Please?”

“You don’t even want to try it the other way?” Seungmin chuckled with a breathy voice.

“I-I um-m.” Did he even remember the other option now? Fast or? Hard? Maybe? His brain was far too fuzzy, all he cared about was getting dicked down at this point. 

“God, you poor thing.” Seungmin cooed. “Can’t even think straight when I’m fucking you, hm? It was fast or…” Seungmin pulled back, this time slamming his hips into Jeongin roughly. “Hard.”

It might have been the single best sensation he’d ever experienced. The intensity of it sent him reeling and had him crying out in pleasure. Seungmin’s fingers dug into his hips as he gave a few more hard thrusts before coming to a stop and grinding into him.

“Which-”

“Hard.” Jeongin gasped. He needed to feel that again. He needed it like he needed air. He didn’t care if he couldn’t fucking walk for a week, it didn’t matter. He needed more. 

“Please. M-Minmin please. Hard, please please please please-”

He let out a broken moan as Seungmin pulled almost fully out before his hips met Jeongin’s ass once again. And again. And again. The pace was steady and not too fast but it more than made up for that with the waves of pleasure that came with each rough thrust that had his eyes rolling back.

“You beg so nicely for me,” Seungmin’s voice was rough now, thick with lust. “Sound so pretty when you do that.”

“S-So good- mm- g-good.” There was not a thought left in Jeongin’s mind. All he knew was that this was the most pleasure he’d ever experienced. Each time Seungmin’s cock sunk into him it hit just the right spot and the force of each thrust had him nearly seeing stars.

He could feel his orgasm coming on yet again, the one that had been evading him for what felt like hours. His thighs trembled as his body got closer and closer to his high with each thrust, each time Seungmin’s cock dragged against his walls, each smack of skin on skin, each moan that he couldn’t control whatsoever mixing with Seungmin’s groans.

Jeongin let his face fall into the sheets, arms shaking. His moans were muffled by the sheets for only a few precious moments. He felt Seungmin shift, leaning forwards and changing the angle of his cock in a way that had Jeongin gripping the sheets for any form of purchase, anything to keep him on this plane of existence, otherwise he was sure his soul would rise up right out of his body and he’d see god himself from how well he was being fucked. Before any sort of revelation though, he felt a hand in his hair and Seungmin yanked his head back with enough force to have his back slamming against Seungmin’s chest. A cry from the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure cascaded from his lips as Seungmin quickly wrapped an arm around him to keep him up.

“I didn’t say you could muffle those pretty moans, baby.” Even if his words sounded composed it was clear from his tone that Seungmin was just as far gone as Jeongin now, both of them desperate for their highs. “Don’t let your face fall into the sheets. I wanna hear you, wanna know how good I’m fucking you.”

“Mmm-” The change in the angle had Jeongin’s head spinning and what few thoughts he had were scrambled. He didn’t manage any words, barely comprehending Seungmin’s words but nodding anyway, giving some sort of whimper of agreement.

Seungmin changed his grip, wrapping his hand tightly around Jeongin’s bicep while the other hand stayed on his hip. He let Jeongin fall forward but kept a hold on his arm behind him, keeping him from falling back into the sheets again. Jeongin caught himself with his free hand, arm shakily working to hold him up as Seungmin’s hips started snapping into him faster.

The shameless, wanton, unabashed moans pouring from Jeongin’s lips now would have had him burning with embarrassment if he remembered what shame was at this point. They filled the room, nearly swallowing the sounds of skin on skin, of Seungmin’s groans and curses, of the bed creaking. It mixed with the way the scent of sex and the intensely pleasurable sensations were utterly drowning in, as if all he could sense was Seungmin and how good he was making him feel.

He felt his thighs shaking, partly with the effort to hold him up, and partly with his impending orgasm. His fingers gripped at the sheets below him and Seungmin’s arm as he nearly started drooling. The pleasure was on the verge of overwhelming now and his eyes squeezed shut as tears pricked at them. He could feel the way his cock was leak, dripping onto the bed below and so fucking close.

“M- Min- Minnie-” He managed to gasp out the name between moans.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Seungmin’s voice only made his cock throb more and he nodded, whimpering and gasping.

“P-Please, Min-” He let out a cry as Seungmin leaned forward, angle changing as Seungmin let go of his arm. His hand crashed down to the bed, taking over holding him up from the arm that was shaking. Seungmin’s now free hand wrapped around Jeongin, finding Jeongin’s cock and squeezing his fingers around it.

Jeongin cried out Seungmin’s name and curses falling from his lips as Seungmin started to pump his cock. The feeling fully overwhelmed him as tears started to spill over from the intensity of it all. He felt lightheaded as the pleasure and slight pain crashed through his body in the most wonderful way.

“Been so good, baby.” Seungmin’s voice was rough and strained and if the quick, rough thrusts of his hips weren’t enough his voice would be a dead give away to how close he was. “Took me so well. Fuck, gonna be a good boy and take my cum too?”

“Mhm,” Jeongin nodded quickly, voice close to breaking when he spoke. “P-Please, please.”

“So fucking good.” Seungmin thrusts were so rough now Jeongin was sure he wasn’t holding anything back. His hand was in a tight fist around Jeongin’s cock, jerking him off in quick movements to finally bring him over his edge. “Cum for me, baby. Fuck, be my perfect boy and cum.”

Seungmin’s name poured off Jeongin’s lips followed by a series of broken, sob-like moans as he came hard. The force of his orgasm had his arms giving out completely and he crashed to the bed as the intense wave of pleasure took over every part of his body. Cum coated the sheets below him as his toes curled, fingers gripped the sheets and Seungmin had to hold his hips up to keep him from fully falling into the soft sheets. The wash of pleasure extended to every bit of his body, leaving him gasping in its wake.

Seungmin followed him over the edge, his own loud groans mixing with Jeongin’s as he came. With each pulse of his cock Jeongin felt more and more cum pouring into him, feeling so incredibly full and only adding to his own pleasure. Seungmin’s hips rutted into him roughly a few more times before he fully stilled, panting as the last of his release filled Jeongin to the brim.

Seungmin held Jeongin’s hips up for a few more moments before gently pulling out of him. He let him down gently onto the bed and Jeongin buried his face into the sheets as he caught his breath, face wet with tears and still reeling from his high. His whole body was trembling and weak and after a moment where Seungmin must have been cleaning his hands he felt his touch on his back, running over his skin soothingly as he climbed onto the bed.

“Hey, love.” His voice was so soft when he spoke and it gave Jeongin his favourite warm fuzzy feeling as he hummed in acknowledgement. He felt Seungmin’s hands come under to cup his cheeks before gently turning his head to the side. He blinked his eyes open blearily and a dopey smile tugged at his lips when he saw Seungmin’s face.

“Min-”

“I’m right here, love.” Seungmin cooed, laying down next to him and running his fingers through his hair. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” Jeongin let out a sleepy giggle. “Love.”

“Hmm?” Seungmin cocked his head to the side.

“Love you.” Jeongin mumbled. He watched the sweetest, most lovesick smile take over Seungmin’s features before he leaned in to press a kiss to Jeongin’s nose.

“I love you too, Innie. So so much. You know that, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” Seungmin pressed one more kiss to his face before shifting away. A pout drew across Jeongin’s lips at the lack of Seungmin in his vision, but he returned soon with a pillow and blanket. He gently manoeuvred the pillow under Jeongin’s arm and pulled the blanket up over his back. Jeongin looked up at Seungmin with sweet, starry eyes as he pulled on a pair of sweats.

“I’ll be back in a minute, okay? Just gonna run you a nice bath. Does that sound okay?”

“Kay.” Jeongin hummed, eyes falling closed and feeling very sleepy.

“Promise I’ll be right back.” Seungmin murmured to him, pressing a kiss to his head before disappearing. Jeongin pouted to himself again but he was too sleepy to get up and follow him. He hugged the pillow close to him and snuggled his face into the sheets, nearly dozing off in the few minutes it took Seungmin to run the bath.

He was only half aware of it when Seungmin came back into the room. He smiled sleepily to himself as he felt Seungmin’s hands running over his back again. But he let out a whine of protest as the blanket was pulled off of him, hiding his face in the sheets again. 

“Baby, it’s time for a bath.” Seungmin said gently. Jeongin let out a groan in response and heard Seungmin chuckle before he wrapped his arms around Jeongin and started to pull him up.

“M comfy.” Jeongin whined.

“I know you’re comfy, baby.” Seungmin cooed. “But it’ll be so nice and you’ll feel all clean.”

Jeongin groaned again, but reluctantly used his shaky arms to help push himself up. Seungmin got him to sit and helped him slip into a pair of sweats while pulling him to his feet. Jeongin leaned on Seungmin’s side, nuzzling his face into Seungmin’s neck and whimpering as Seungmin wrapped his arms around him. Now, with the fatigue and soreness settling in he was feeling whinier. All he wanted was to curl up in bed again and take a nap.

“Feeling alright?” Seungmin hummed as he led him across the room.

“M sore.” Jeongin mumbled into his neck.

“I know, baby.” Seungmin pressed a kiss to his head. “It was a lot rougher than I usually go. It’s probably a lot more sore than usual.” Jeongin nodded as Seungmin opened the door, walking them down the hall. “The bath will help, baby.”

Jeongin let Seungmin lead him into the bathroom. The lit candle on the counter filled the room with a pleasant, vanilla scent. Jeongin let Seungmin lean him against the counter, pressing his hips back until he was sure he wouldn’t fall over on his own. He checked the water once again before helping Jeongin out of his sweats and getting him to slowly settle in the water. The warm water started to sooth him as he sunk into it and he turned his head to Seungmin, fixing him with a pout as he kneeled next to the tub.

“Not gonna join me?” He mumbled.

“I’m gonna clean you up, love.” Seungmin hummed, hands grabbing the body wash.

“Come in.” He whined.

“Baby, let me take care of you okay?”

Jeongin grabbed Seungmin’s hands and gave him the saddest look he could muster, bottom lip trembling. “Please?”

Seungmin sighed, leaning over to press a kiss to Jeongin’s nose before standing up and taking off his sweats.

“You’ve really got me wrapped around your finger, love.” He chuckled.

Jeongin grinned at him, shimmying forwards so Seungmin could climb in behind him. Seungmin got in carefully, water rising more to accommodate him. He settled behind Jeongin, managing to get his legs around either side of him and Jeongin wasted no time in snuggling back against him.

“Cozy?” Seungmin giggled, wrapping his arms around Jeongin.

“Very.” Jeongin hummed, letting his eyes fall closed.

Seungmin pressed a few stray kisses to his shoulder before he grabbed the body wash and slowly started cleaning Jeongin off. Despite his protesting to get out of bed it did feel really good to clean off the sweat and sooth his body in the warm water. He let Seungmin clean him, shifting his legs and arms as he did so to Seungmin’s pleasing as he gently cleaned every inch of Jeongin’s skin. Seungmin pressed more kisses to his skin here and there and showered him in hushed praise that nearly had his heart bursting. By the time Seungmin started to wash his hair he could have just about melted into a mushy lovestruck puddle.

“Feels so good, Min.” Jeongin mumbled, enjoying the way Seungmin’s fingers massaged his scalp. 

“I’m glad, baby.” He hummed. “Just don’t fall asleep on me.” Jeongin let out a fake snore that made Seungmin snort and they both burst into laughter. It took a good few moments for the giggles to subside and both of them to relax again, Seungmin’s fingers continuing their ministrations.

He had Jeongin tilt his head back and close his eyes as he rinsed out his hair gently. His fingers worked all of the shampoo out and Jeongin let out a content sigh at the sensations. When Seungmin was finally done Jeongin twisted around a little, looking at Seungmin over his shoulder.

“You too, Minnie.”

“Baby, I washed myself while washing you.” He hummed.

“Your hair.” Jeongin said.

“I’m supposed to take care of you.” Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose.

“Come on, Minnie.” Jeongin pouted. “You need some care too.”

“I-I okay.” Seungmin relented quickly at Jeongin’s determination. Jeongin turned around, settling on his knees between Seungmin’s legs. He took the shampoo and squeezed a bit into his hands before starting to work it gently into Seungmin’s hair. He concentrated on what he was doing, sweet nothings leaving his lips without needing to think about it.

“I love you so much, Minnie. You take such good care of me.” He ran his fingers through Seungmin’s hair gently. “Gotta take care of you, too, right? Gotta make sure you feel good and comfy, too.”

“Innie.” The word came out so quietly and when Jeongin fully focused on Seungmin’s face he realized just how hard he was blushing. “You don’t have to take care of me.”

“Yes I do.” Jeongin said simply. “I take care of you and you take care of me. You deserve some softness too, Minnie.”

Seungmin met his eyes shyly. “I really love you, you know that?”

Jeongin smiled at him, always falling deeper and deeper in love. “I know, I love you more though.” He tilted Seungmin’s head back and Seungmin closed his eyes as Jeongin started to rinse out his hair.

“Not possible. I love you to the moon and back.” He hummed.

“Well I love you to Mars and back.” Jeongin countered.

“Then I love you to Pluto and back.” Seungmin grinned.

“I love you to the end of the universe and back.” Jeongin stuck out his tongue as Seungmin opened his eyes.

“The universe doesn’t have an end, dumbass.” He laughed.

“Have you personally been there?” Jeongin questioned. “Do you know that for sure?”

“Have you?” 

“Yep. Saw my love for you go that far and then double all the way back to Earth.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Seungmin’s lips.

“Fine, you win.” He chuckled. “But only because of your lack of a grasp on space science.”

“I didn’t nearly flunk out of school for nothing,” Jeongin said, perhaps more proudly than he should have. But it served to make Seungmin laugh and that was all that mattered.

With both of them sufficiently clean and Jeongin feeling more like himself now they drained the tub and both climbed out. Seungmin refused to let him dry himself, insisting on doing it for him and cooing at the way drying his hair made it stick out at odd angles. 

They both pulled on fresh clothes and Jeongin took Seungmin’s hand, wrapping his arm around Seungmin’s as they left the bathroom. He followed back to Seungmin’s room where they both let out groans as they took in the messy state of the bed and the clearly distinct scent of sex that still hung in the air.

“My room is clean.” Jeongin hummed.

“Good, cause I don’t wanna change the sheets right now.” Seungmin chuckled.

They made their way to Jeongin’s room instead. Jeongin pulled Seungmin into bed with him, wasting no time in wrapping him up in his arms and snuggling into his chest. Seungmin’s hand came up to run through his damp hair while the other wrapped around his waist.

“How are you feeling, love?” He hummed.

“I’m good, Minnie. Really?”

“Are you sore?” He could hear the concern in his tone.

“Min.” Jeongin shifted just enough to look him in the eye. “I really loved it. And I really love you.”

“I know. But if you-” Jeongin cut him off with a kiss. Seungmin couldn’t help but return it, lips moving in slow time with each other. When he pulled back his lips brushed against Seungmin’s as he spoke.

“I really loved it. I’m okay. I have you. Don’t worry so much, Minnie.”

“I can’t help it.” He sighed. “I know you wanted it harder, I’m just worried-”

“Don’t,” Jeongin murmured. “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

Seungmin grinned. “Well in that case maybe I won’t be so gentle with you anymore.”

Jeongin pressed his nose to Seungmin’s. “If you go back to being too gentle I’m going to have to be more of a brat.”

Seungmin quirked an eyebrow at him. “You say that like it’s a deterrent.”

Jeongin opened his mouth to say something but then promptly shut it again, causing a grin to spread across Seungmin’s face. “Good to know if I make you frustrated you’ll start misbehaving.”

“Minnie.” He whined. “You don’t have to make me work for it like that.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Don’t even try to pretend you don’t like it. You loved me making you work for it.”

“I said rough,” Jeongin muttered, going back to snuggling into Seungmin’s chest. “I didn’t say you should tease me or make me beg for it.”

“Good idea, I bet if I get you even more frustrated you’ll beg really prettily for me.”

“Minnie!” Jeongin whined, hiding his face in Seungmin’s neck as heat rushed to his skin.

“Tell me, honestly, that you don’t want me to make you beg.” Seungmin chuckled.

“I hate you.” Jeongin muttered.

“I love you too, baby.” Seungmin hummed. “Forever.”

Jeongin melted a little at that, unable to stay annoyed for long. “Forever and ever?”

“Forever and ever and ever.”

“To the end of the universe and back?”

“To the nonexistent end of the ever expanding universe and back.” Seungmin chuckled. “So it’s infinite.”

Jeongin pressed a gentle kiss to Seungmin’s neck. “I love you that much, too.”

“Always?” 

“Always.”

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Stubborn Man (2/2)

Creeper Vargas/OFC

summary- while on the road for a charity gig, creeper's girlfriend finds herself in need of pain relief after an old back injury flares up at a motel

warning- 18+. smut below the cut

word count- 2.2K

The longer she laid there waiting for Neron, the sleepier she became. It was nearing two in the morning, and after spending most of the day busy, she was ready to pass out. The little light of desire in the pit of her stomach kept her up, kept her waiting. No matter how heavy her limbs felt with oxy and exhaustion, she was still hot with need for the man she loved, who'd left her unsatisfied almost an hour ago.

Bella's phone sat on the nightstand, and she raised a brow, an idea coming to mind. She picked up the cell and flipped through the messages in Neron's thread, a smirk spreading across her face, butterflies taking flight in her stomach.

"Come back," she typed out quickly, hitting send, adding a "please" a second after. The oxy in her system made her feel brave. It didn't take long for the phone to vibrate with a reply, and her smile grew wider.

"Be patient, baby. I'm coming, I promise."

"Now. Or I'll finish what we started myself." She bit her bottom lip, watching the dots pop up signaling he was typing. Whatever Bishop needed him for, it must not be too serious.

"You better not."

She shoved the sheet down off of her body before slipping her free hand down her stomach between her legs where the ache would not relent. She positioned the phone with the camera on, her legs shifting while snapping a quick three second video, making sure everything he'd want to see was hidden underneath her hand. She hit send, her stomach turning nervously. It took a few moments longer than before to get a response.

"You trying to get me hard in front of a bunch of guys?"

She let out a frustrated huff, ignoring the response. What she wanted was for him to rush back, to tell her he was on his way, but that's not what she got. She tossed the phone down in the other side of the bed and hopped up, her back feeling a million times better. Her jeans shorts were draped over the chair in the corner, and she pulled them on, searching out Neron's t-shirt she'd been wearing earlier. She slipped on a pair of sandals before swinging the door open, heading out into the chaos of the night. If Neron didn't want to keep her entertained, she'd go out and find something to keep her busy on her own.

It was much noisier outside the room, and a smile pulled at her lips at the sight of all the different clubs getting along. Just with one quick look, she saw patches from Colorado, Texas, even Utah. Bella didn't see any Mayans at first glance, so she wandered along the row of rooms in search of familiar faces.

"Well, hello there," a voice said from her left, and Bella turned to see a man dressed in all black with no identifying colors. She faced him, raising a brow as he stepped closer. "What a surprise you are."

She could smell the liquor on his breath, and in his hand he held a half drank beer bottle. The smell made her want to gag.

"What's your name," he slurred, the bottle of beer almost slipping from his hands..

"Bella," she said with a roll of her eyes.

He stepped closer, and she crossed her arms over her chest, finding him amusing. "Well, Bella, where you headed?"

"To find my old man," she said, and he furrowed his brows.

"Oh, come on, you don't have to lie. I don't bite."

Bella glanced over the stranger's shoulder, catching a glimpse of Coco talking with the biker from Colorado. Further back, she spotted the familiar silhouette of Neron talking with Bishop. Even from where she stood, she saw Coco's brows pinch together and he stood from his seat on a fold out lawn chair. Coco turned to grab Neron by the shoulder.

"You a hang around?" she asked the man.

"Almost a prospect."

Bella nodded, not believing a word of it. She stepped to pass around him. "Then you should know better than to approach an old lady without her man's permission." When she looked back up, Neron and Coco were on their way over.

"Someone's got some balls," Neron called out with a grin on his face. "Back off, friend." He grabbed the stranger's arm and dragged him back. The beer bottle dropped to the pavement and shattered. "Didn't anyone teach you any fuckin' manners?"

Bella moved away a little to keep from getting in the middle, but she admired Neron and the way he always came to her rescue. He glanced her way with an exasperated expression before turning back to the drunk.

The Mayans were old school when it came to family and friends that weren't club members, and the laws were nonnegotiable. It was purely a form of respect to introduce yourself to one of the guys before approaching their guest, woman or otherwise, it didn't matter. Someone who wasn't even a prospect or a patched member had no rights in their eyes. They were here by choice, and had to respect the MC's rules regardless of their own personal wants or needs. Bella could feel the desire building all over again watching Neron defend her honor.

"Hey, I was just having a conversation," the drunk said with his hands up in defense.

"Not with my girl, you're not." Neron shoved him in the chest, Coco at his side waiting for something to pop off that Neron might need help with. "You want to talk, you can talk to me. How's that sound?"

"I don't have shit to say to you." He spun around to walk away, and Neron let him, obviously not sensing a threat.

He turned to Bella and shook his head. He stepped closer to her as Coco headed back over to his seat, and kissed the side of her face, one arm winding around her waist. "I thought you were in bed thinking about me," he whispered in her ear. "Now I find you out here gettin' yourself into trouble. What am I going to do with you?"

"Hopefully you finish what you started," Bella whispered back, his fingers sliding up the shirt she'd thrown on. "I love it when you're like this." She nipped at the skin of his neck while slipping one hand into his cut.

He pushed her backward to the wall, pressing her against it. "Like what?"

Bella ran her other hand discretely down his front to cup him through his jeans. Neron exhaled heavily, pressing his forehead to the side of her face. He looked back up, checking to see if any of the guys were looking their way.

"I'm going to tell them we're going to bed." He motioned at Bishop, but she held him against her.

"No. They've had you long enough."

His eyes snapped to hers, and that smirk she loved so much began to form. She pressed her lips to his and ran her fingers along the waistband of his jeans. If anyone was watching, Bella didn't care. She had a need that nothing else could cure.

"I want you now," she whispered in his ear, running her tongue over the shell. "Right now."

"Jesus Christ, you're gonna be the death of me." He kissed her then, hard and needy, his knee sliding between her legs to press against her center. "You fuckin' win." Neron pulled back just enough to whisper the words against her lips.

Bella didn't give him a second to change his mind, and she took his hand, dragging him back toward their room. Once they were behind closed doors, she turned to look at him while slipping the shirt over her head. Neron's gaze was filled with hunger as he watched, but he didn't advance. Bella stripped slowly, putting on a show, and when she was completely naked, she made her way over to where he stood. Her hands slid inside his cut, pulling it off and draping it over the chair.

Bella pressed against his shoulders, pushing him back toward the bed as his hands wandered up her body, to her ribcage where he cupped her ample breasts in his hands, squeezing the tender flesh. His eyes stayed locked there, and she could feel her body heating. She kept backing him up, and when his legs hit the mattress, he grinned. She pushed him down to sit, and he did as she instructed without argument. The look on his face made it seem like he found it amusing—her taking control.

Neron leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the place just beside her bellybutton, his teeth nipping at the skin. She shivered, running her hands along his shoulders, up his neck and over his head where his hair had started to grow out, thick and black. He latched onto her waist and dragged her closer, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, earning a breathless moan from her. He refused to let her escape, locking an arm around her waist. With the other, he deftly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his already hard cock out. "You wanted it so bad," he said into her ear, sending a shock straight between her legs. "So take it."

His grip on her loosened. Bella didn't need to be told twice. She straddled his waist, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her entrance. Neron watched her with dark eyes, his gaze dropping to the place where their bodies connected when she took him deep. They both moaned, and Bella wasn't sure she'd ever felt such relief to have him inside her.

"Neron," she breathed, rocking her hips back and forth slowly, eyes fluttering closed. He kissed her everywhere—lips, forehead, jaw, collarbones, and he encouraged her with filthy whispered words in her ear.

Neron held her tight, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, hands running up her back to hold her by the back of her neck. His teeth found every inch of skin he could, the sensation setting her on fire as she rode him. She settled into a slow grind, his cock hitting all of the right spots.

It didn't take long for Neron to run out of patience with not being in control, and he slipped his arms under her legs and stood, taking her with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling. It wasn't like Neron to sit back and take it. He liked to be in control, liked to feel her under him. He was careful not to hurt her when laying her down on the mattress, and he wasted no time covering her body with his, sinking deep inside her again. Bella cried out, fisting the sheets in her grip again as he fucked her, holding one of her legs up around his waist. His pace was quick and forceful, both of them desperate for each other.

Bella moaned his name like a prayer, and when Neron noted how close she was, he slowed his hips, using forced instead of speed to get her higher. She ran her hands up the smooth planes of his back and dug her nails into his shoulders, her legs trembling as she neared her climax. She was close, so close, and she knew it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. She slid a hand down her body, using her first two fingers to work circles around her clit. Neron watched, his breaths coming quicker, sharper.

The ball of pleasure snapped, and Bella's eyes closed, her vision going white for a few seconds. Neron groaned, burying his face in her neck as he came, too, his hips stuttering as the pleasure overcame him.

Bella wound her arms around his shoulders, her thighs still cradling his hips. She rubbed his back softly, both of them silent as they came down from their highs. The weight of his body on hers was a comfort, and she secretly hoped he wouldn't move, that the two of them could just fall asleep like this. Her fingers danced across his skin, up the back of his neck and over the fresh growth of hair on his head. Neron shivered, and a sigh left his lips.

"I feel much better," Bella whispered, a sleepy smile working it's way onto her lips.

Neron pulled back and stole a kiss before rolling over onto the other side of the bed, his hands crossing behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. She turned on her side to look at him, running one hand over his abdomen to rest on his chest, her fingers tracing the ink there.

Neron's eyes flickered down to watch her movements. One of his hands reached down to take hers, and he laced their fingers together before pulling them up to press a soft kiss to the back of her hand.

"I love you." His voice was soft in the quiet room, and she gazed over at him with nothing but love on her face. "I'm happy you came with us, even though it hurt you to do it." Neron finally turned his head to look her in the eyes.

"I'd do it all over again." She leaned up on her elbow and claimed his lips, her hair falling like a curtain around them before she rested her head on his chest to get some much needed sleep before the trip home in the morning.

[maroonghoul]

Horror Movies I Just Watched: Mar 2023

Another short list this month:

Planet Terror: If these aren’t the grossest zombies I have ever seen, they’re the grossest I’ve seen in a long while. 

Once again, the fictional end of the world is caused by the US military dabbling in something without any proper precaution. Didn’t really care for the running gag with the mad scientist being castration obsessed. Not sure if that’s bro-humor or homophobia. Bruce Willis’s cameo as technically the main villain was kinda funny. if only for how they enjoyed making it obvious how detached he was from the rest of the cast. And of course, Tarantino shows up just to die, but not before deserving every nasty bit of it. Really surreal they’re part of a stolen plot point from 28 Days Later of all things. If you’ve seen it, you probably know the one.

 The rest of the cast work well enough. Marley Shelton’s doctor remains likable even as she goes off the deep end and her eye shadow runs (wait, did I say even? I meant especially), while Josh Brolin seems to channel his Thanos performance ten years earlier and even creepier. And what happens to their kid; child death in horror movies can be a stand out moment whenever it shows up if not handled recklessly. This isn’t reckless, but it certainly seals the deal on what kind of movie this is with it’s dose of dark comedy.

I know Rose McGowan’s gun leg is THE image of the movie, but I’ve been used to seeing it even before watching the movie, I was more affected by everything else. 

I should’ve know just how bloody all this was really going to get the second Tom Savini showed up. Then again, with him here and Rodriguez directing, calling this movie From Dusk Til Dawn’s grimier dumber brother seems appropriate. That reminds me, I need to rewatch that in the near future.

Scream VI: *SPOILERS!*

I felt like the previous one took a few more risks than this one, but I actually enjoyed this one more.

A part of me DID watch to relish the New York setting here, but Ghostface was always the type to be in costume when he’s in your house rather then around any sort of landmark. He would’ve been caught almost immediately.

Yes, the opening is a great first for the franchise. In hindsight, paired with the reveal of our actual killers, it felt like a callback to Mrs. Loomis betraying Mickey back in Scream II. Personal revenge taking priority over insipid fame-seeking meta commentary. 

Speaking of our actual main killers, Is this the first one since III where the motives are actually personal? And the first since II it’s someone taking revenge for family? It helps that there being THREE of them and they’re family kinda gives it a Texas Chainsaw vibe for me. And pretty cool that the climax is a literal blood feud between two families. (Though I’m confused, are the Villains the Bailey’s or the Kirsh’s?) 

Although that ends up being part of what I mean about there being less risks. With three killers, that means even less victims that aren’t just essentially extras which was about half the deaths this time (The bodega people plus Gale’s new companion), so the only new person who was expendable ‘til then was Anika. As for the core four, they’re actually less expendable now then the previous four have been (Randy died in only his second appearance and Dewey...) . Chad couldn’t really die no matter how many stabs because he’s new final boy Himbo. It wouldn’t been way too mean to kill Mindy, the black queer member, especially right after killing her girlfriend right in front of her. We literally just got Kirby back. The internet might’ve explode if it was definitive this time. Sam’s the new main character, who also makes a more compelling case of sticking around this time, (and hoping Scream vii doesn’t spin it’s wheels on her). Tara might be the strongest case, especially with how Jenna Ortega’s fame is skyrocketing so she could get too busy for more of these. But yeah, combining that with her sub plot of pseudo self destruction might not have paired well. I almost felt Gale was saved in reshoots, people repeating she was in a coma. I get it, but man, she would’ve went out strong. 

I guess, pay disputes with Neve Campbell aside, maybe it is time for some legacy characters to step back for now. Just do something to have less characters with plot armor.

Okay, Let me end this section on a positive note. One of my favorite bits was actually in the opening. Tony Revolori’s character becoming a killer AND getting killed because he doesn’t understand Giallo films was rather amusing to me, but I guess only because I know enough about horror movies to at least know what a Giallo is. Up to that, can we just say that was the actual big intentional gag of this whole franchise, am I right? All the characters talk about scary movies and most of the villains are trying to create a real life scary movie. Though the movies they’re referencing and trying to copy are Slashers films, the plots of the Scream movies always felt like they had more in common with Giallos, like the ones made by Bava and Argento decades before slashers. Slashers don’t have human, vulnerable schemers all that often, but Giallo do. The invincible killer that gets away with everything until the next killing spree were around in 70s horror movies (Michael, Billy, Leatherface, etc.), but they didn’t start being considered cool until Jason showed up a movie late in 1981. The eighties. A decade where psychopathic straight men seem to run everything. But we’re not in the eighties anymore, and as much as we can learn from it, we also need to leave it behind. Even though too many people prove to not get the memo, the joke is still on them at the end. Six times now in this case.

It’s crazy how the first and second time Ghostface was actually cheer worthy are in this movie, at the very beginning and the very end (Unless III had some moments, it’s been a while). While the end is gratifying with Sam weaponizing her own horrific family legacy against those who’s chickens have come home to roost, a slight evolution on Richie’s fate from the previous movie. I’ll still remember this entitled, pretentious asswipe getting done in by someone actually trained and experienced in killing (either the cop father of one of the kids he’s trained) beating him at his own game before he even got started, with a pre mortem one liner that would seem contradictory, but fits in how when you’re on the receiving end of the knife “Who give a f--- about movies?!”

Inferno (1980) Speaking of NYC-set horror films and Argento. This is a loose sequel to the original Suspiria. While it’s been a long time since I saw that one, I think I liked it more then this one. Suzy came into the plot because of a personal pursuit then got curious about the weird and horrific events around her. Mark in this movie, cared the least about who the Mother of Shadows is, yet he’s the sole survivor. Was that commentary about leaving well enough alone on such things? Usually you don’t punish any characters for trying to be smart in a horror movie unless movie is made before 1960. 

At least the kills were up to snuff. Failed decapitation by window and getting chewed on by rats before getting stabbed by a possessed(?) food cart vendor were highlights. Really hated how the guy drowns some cats before doing it. What was even the point of that? Not like Tenebrarum had any pet cats.

Skeleton costume at the end was cute though. Not even going to bother with the third trilogy in this sorta Trilogy. I heard it was even worse.

I’m likely going to have a longer list of movies to talk about next month. Until then...

[perlapulido]

A Koopa's Queen

Summary: Gabi Mario thought her life has been going good in her home in Brooklyn until it went down the drain by a day. Not only her but her older brothers too. The trio soon discovered a strange pipe during a mission to turn their life around and got way more than they expected. (A/N: This is the Movie Version and the artwork here is mine.)

Ch1

It was a start of a new day in Brooklyn New York where a teen wearing a white tshirt black jeans with flats tying her red apron before flipping the closed sign to open. She took a spray bottle and rag to wipe down the counter and the tables when two men came in. "Morning Mario. Luigi." Sais the woman looking at them for a second. "Morning Gabi." Said Luigi. "Aye. Frankie. Clogged up drain again in the kitchen." Said a young man with a shaved head. "On it Johnny." Said Gabi grabbing some rubber gloves behind the container near the register. She went in through the doors going to the huge sink filled with dirty soapy water. "All the dishes are cleared out." Said Johnny signing some papers on the clipboard. Gabi put her hand moving it around until she felt the drain. She cant feel anything and went through the doors looking at the brothers. "I need a wrench." Said Gabi. Luigi tossed her one from his belt which she caught and grabbed a empty bucket. He and Mario peeked in watching her take out the pipe slowly for the water pour in the bucket. They almost gagged at the smell coming from the pipes. "I found the problem. Theres grease and chicken bones?" Said Gabi trying not to throw up. She went to the trash can banging it while using the brush to get it cleaned out. "Must been there for weeks or longer." Said Mario going to the door and propped it open. Once the pipe was cleaned out Gabi put it back and tightened it good and tested it out. The water flowed nicely into the drain with no trouble and turned the sink off. Gabi pushed the garbage out in the back to empty it and finish up cleaning before customers come in. She lifted the lid up to the brick wall and picked up the garage bag to throw it in before closing it. Johnny walked around the restaurant spraying air freshener as a man with a blue uniform and beard walked in. "What are you doing here?" Said Gabi annoyed seeing him.

"He's here for the new online order." Said Johnny walking by her handing him a paper bag. "How's my favorite plumber girl?" Said the man. "Can it. Spike. I was only filling in if one of my brothers were busy. Now you got your food. There's the door." Said Gabi gesturing him to leave. "Gabrielle Mario." Said a raspy voice from older woman. Gabi followed the woman to the office and sat down seeing a guy four years younger than her on his phone. "I need you to train our waiter Monty." Said the woman. "But Mrs. O'Neal we have enough staff here. Sure Rose left to care for her newborn baby but she'll be back in three weeks." Said Gabi saw her raise a hand up. "Actually we are letting you go. Monty is your replacement." Said Mrs. O'Neal. "What? Why? I have been working here for almost five years." Said Gabi. "We have been getting homeless here asking for the left over food that YOU been giving them before we open and after closing time. Those people aren't allowed around here. This is your last day. You can grab your check at the end of your shift." Said Mrs. O'Neal. Gabi gestured the boy to follow her and saw her brothers leave in a hurry. She spent a half showing Monty around and what he is supposed to do and how to do it correctly. Johnny was in the kitchen making a calzone supreme with garlic bread sticks as his phone played some music on speaker on the window sill. He heard Gabi coming looking down knowing that Mrs. O'Neal talked to her. "Sorry Gabrielle. You didn't do anything wrong we both know that and Rose too." Said Johnny. "Not going to change anything. Besides the food we serve were a day old or two and I don't waste it." Said Gabi. "Say before you leave early. I accidentally baked a dozen cinnamon rolls which is meant for next week. You can take them if you want. I know your mom and cousins enjoy them." Said Johnny as Gabi hugged him.

"You're the best. See ya at your cousin's capture the flag game." Said Gabi. "Heck yeah." Said Johnny as Gabi took the white takeout box. She clocked out and went to her locker to pack her things before getting her last check. Gabi went to the back where the dumpster is and got her bike hidden behind the trash getting on heading home. She held on the take out and her backpack moving along the busy streets dodging the cars by a few blocks until a house came to view. Gabi got off putting her bike on the side of the open garage seeing her Dad working on the car. "Hey Papá. Brought Cinnamon Rolls from Johnny." Said Gabi pecking his cheek. "How's my girl doing?" Said Papá wiping off the grease off his hands with a dirty rag. "Same as always. Just helped with the new guy named Monty." Said Gabi smiling. She went in looking back frowning not wanting to tell her family about her getting fired just yet. Gabi went to her room next to Mario's and put her things down as red haired woman knocked before coming in. "Hey can you help your Mama in the kitchen. I have to pick your cousin from school." Said The red haired woman. "Yeah Aunt Penny." Said Gabi closing the door so she can change. She came down wearing her grey ankle boots and a white tank top while tying her long long into a messy bun. "Gabrielle. Grab two packets of pasta and start boiling them. I'm making Mushroom Pasta." Said Mama. "Okay Mamá." Said Gabi going to the pantry closet. She took started boiling the water and opened up the packets as the Mario Brothers Plumbing commercial came on. "Oh great. Can you believe these two?" Said Papa watching the tv. "what's wrong with it?" Said Gabi. "Your brothers think they can be professional plumbers. I'm glad you got a real job at the restaurant." Said Papa. "Hey. Leave them alone Papa. They love doing that and enjoy it too." Said Gabi. "Don't start turning into a plumber. You already got a good life ahead of you." Said Mama. Gabi looked at her parents and went back to help making dinner for the family. 

[backbackbackbackbackback]

Fast #1 - Wednesday 03/07/24

Not too bad for day 1! Was a work day which is always easier bc kept busy, had two coffees at work (I have a splash of milk with these bc I love a creamy coffee) and three cups of rooibos tea (just hot water) if you’ve never had rooibos you need to! So yummy

Had 1.5L water through out day, and another litre at home after work.

Had a binge after work (I probably will a lot this first week, getting back into the flow)

I had two servings of ramen, two ginger kiss biscuits, half a box of crackers, some mnms and some chips with dip. Probably around 1200-1500 calories eeeek but not gonna beat myself up for it. P*rged most of it.

Later on, my ex came over with burgers for us, I had a plan of how I was going to sneak away to downstairs bathroom so he wouldn’t hear me purge in my ensuite, but I realise I forgot to take my accutane pill and had it before he came over. So, I didn’t purge the burger as I didn’t want to throw up the accutane - dermatologist appointments are expensive!

Also - on a funny note, I had a thought about how I’m really good at doing shit that’s bad for myself e.g ⭐️ving and p*rging, and still seeing my ex lmaooo

Also, I have the most insane gag reflex ever. I don’t use anything to p*rge, I literally just open my mouth. Maybe I’m too good at Mia? Lmao

Love this cute app!!!

And a wee th*nsp0 pic

[lostgirl1428]

So I like write bits and peices of stories of my OC depending on my current hyper fixation….anyways my current hyper-fixation is Doctor Strange and look…SOMETIMES I QUESTION MY SANITY. Yes Ren is an alcoholic, junkie succubus among other things….and yes she has a boston accent…I do too…leave me alone.

Also I kinda took influences from both the comics and movies but mostly the comics if you couldn’t tell

Anyways idk I crack myself up this had me giggling.

This is all self indulgent there’s like a 5% chance this actual fan fic will ever see the light of day despite me having an AO3 account.

…..

Ren opens the door only to step right into the Sanctum’s kitchen where Wong and Strange are enjoying their breakfast…that is if you consider a mystical slug monster with six legs and eight eyes breakfast. Strange reads the newspaper as he begrudgingly devours his monstrous breakfast while Wong busies himself with preparing the coffee.

“That’s… cute…” Ren says with an amused smirk on her face looking at Strange as he gags over his morning meal.

He gives her a brief glare and mumbles something along the lines of “yeah… tastes like the botulism.”

“Oh I bet.” She snickers.

“Good morning Miss Samael.” Wong greets and hands her a cup of black coffee. She hums a thank you in response and sits down at the table across from Strange. Strange peers up from the newspaper only to watch Ren procure a bottle of everclear from thin air and proceeds to dump what Strange can only approximate to be three entire shots into her coffee. He stares at her for a moment in bewilderment as she takes a sip of her concoction and gives a half hearted smile to the sorcerer supreme.

“Did…did you just make a poor man’s Irish Coffee?” He asks with a disturbed look on his face.

“Yeah something like that…look you should be the last person to judge my choices of early morning consumption.” She responds with a smirk, promptly downing the entire cup.

Strange gives a sigh in response. “At least regular food doesn’t turn to ash in your mouth.”

“…Well no, but I can’t consume it regardless.” Strange looks up at her quizzically but before he can ask she gets up. “Thank you Wong, Strange, it was nice to have a real bed for a night but I should get the fuck outta here ….that is if this place will let me.” She says, referring to the Sanctum itself.

“You can stay, you know.” Stephen quickly says and she looks at him with a seemingly sad smile on her face.

“No, I can’t, I told you, you wouldn’t survive living with me…besides I’m fuckin’ starvin’.” She responds.

“Oh I’m sure we’ll manage.” Strange says with a reassuring smile and Wong jumps in.

“We have plenty of food here Ren.” Wong adds, receiving a questioning look from Ren and a concerned look from Stephen.

“I appreciate the sentiment Wong, but unlike the monster nommer over here I can’t consume any food at all. Also…I’m positively fuckin’ terrified of what lurks within your refrigerator.” She explains and Strange nods in response.

“Yeah…uhm… don’t open the fridge. Unless you’d like to fight for your life.” Stephen says in a warning tone.

“You can’t eat food?” Wong asks curiously.

“No I cannot,” she explains. “I just get sick and throw it up, I can only feed off of other’s sexual auras which, let me tell you, can be a pain in the fuckin’ ass…literally.”

Wong and Strange give each other a look and Stephen sighs. “I mean…I can…” he starts but Ren cuts him off once again.

“No you cannot…not right now, well I mean you can, and…” Ren looks him up and down, “Fuck yeah I’d be down…after you brush your teeth… but you’re human, I’m starving to the point that I’d accidentally fuck you to death.” Ren explains.

“Well that sounds unpleasant.” Wong says and Stephen gives a look of disagreement.

“Quite the opposite actually, most people die with a smile on their face.” Ren shrugs.

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Bonus current work in progress on a drawing scene.

I swear one of these days ill make a whole ass background post on my OC and all the scene drawings I’ve been doing but today is not that day.

[forcingtumbles]

I feel like im going insaaannneeeee

my mother had a VERY severe injury at the start of this month which will prevent her from walking independently for another 4 months at best. My brother and I (with lots of support from my husband, too) have been caring for her this entire time because she needs 24/7 assistance. My narcissistic father has taken her to doctors appointments throughout the month/stayed in the hospital during her multiple surgeries, but has otherwise probably contributed less than 24hrs of care to her across the entire month. He'll pick up 10 minutes here, 20 minutes there, and maybe take a 2hr nap in the same room as her every so often which frees my brother and I to leave the room for a few moments. But boy do we have to scrape for that support. He's also thrown two major blow-out tantrums since mom's accident:

#1) he threw things all over the place in front of my mom while screaming at her and inanimate objects right before mom had visitors over. He only partially cleaned it up in time.

#2) he screamed at her for like 5 uninterrupted minutes basically calling her stupid and unhelpful. And this was because she had been expressing concern that he wasn't working efficiently enough to meet a deadline for his home business-- a home business that hes sunk over half a million dollars into (almost every dollar of my parents savings) with no major profits to speak of (i think hes gained back like 100k across 10 years AT BEST).

He is incapable of completing the simplest tasks without asking her or me a dozen questions that we don't know the answers to because he has what is needed to complete the task-- reading instructions for "cooking" a simple breakfast, or reading symbols to determine if a dish is dishwasher safe, for instance. He even gave her a pile of clean clothes to help him fold despite the fact that she has to stay very still or else she worsens the pain of her leg injury.

And he is bitching about every simple menial task that the rest of us do without giving a second thought, like getting groceries.

To top it all off, he (surprise surprise) isn't paying an ounce of attention to my moms condition, physical or emotional. Today, a new development was that she became extraordinarily nauseous. He suggested three different times that she eat something within the span of like 30mins after she said she doesn't even wanna hear mention of food from being so extremely nauseous. That was at breakfast, then he did the exact same thing at dinner when she was even worse than beforewhich made her gag.

I wanna grab him by the shoulders and shake the egocentrism out of him.

Hes always hated me and fawned over my brother (which drives my brother up the wall from too much of his obnoxious attention). Anything i say to him, he spins into "You just dont think i can do anything right, ever!!" My brother is too conflict avoidant to stand up to him when hes making my mother or any of the rest of us miserable (which I can understand, seeing as we had to fend for ourselves emotionally growing up around such an active volcano of unpredictable emotions).

But my mother tolerates aaaallll of this and makes constant excuses. I think she might finally be seeing how little hes willing to do for her despite all that shes sacrificed for him, cuz in the past few years and particularly the past few days, she hasnt been as adamant about searching for excuses for his unforgivable behaviors and selfishness. When I was a religious child, I used to pray that they would divorce. I still dont think they will, but I sure hope that all this bullshit will at least illustrate to her that he has never loved any of us because hes too full of blind love for himself.

My husband has had a huge problem with my father in particular lately because we're supposed to be moving into a new place together. But instead, I'm having to dedicate myself to acting as my mother's spouse, "in sickness and health," because my father wont. Even before now, I've always played my mother's emotional spouse because my father is so emotionally and verbally abusive or neglectful. Im just sooooo sick of this shit. The entire family would have such an easier time taking care of my mom if my dad were just not in the picture at all, I swear.

Rant over sorry to clog any dashes

[tyrantchimeraart]

The werewolf ran a doggy daycare, or so he said. You noticed that the furs were always the same colour as his own hair, coarse, and stuck mostly on the inside of his clothes. He also tore his shirts a lot. He works out you see, or so he said, and kept forgetting to buy larger clothes, or ones that stretch. You suggested he get a bunch of button-up shirts with those snap on/rip off buttons. You sell them after all. You'd never seen someone look so stupified nor relieved before.

The vampire was a surgeon, or so she said. Or maybe a mortician. She was always so bad at taking the thin labcoats, or oops, so clumsy of her to get a mess all over her when cutting up that beef, or it was nosebleeds or falling down stairs or a great number of things. She'd given you a hard time when she first came in, as you'd made remarks about the amount of blood. A joke about a murder scene. She'd taken offense at it. But hey, you had a right to be annoyed; blood is a bitch to get out of fabric. Now you give her a hard time instead because you're rather petty, and it's rather funny. You have no idea if she's caught onto the gag or not yet. But she keeps coming back, and she even gave you an epic old outfit when you said you were going to a Ren Fair. It wasn't her style anymore, she said.

The faerie was a kindergarten teacher, or so they said. You respectfully refer to them with gender neutral pronouns because, honest to God, you can't tell if they're one or the other gender. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe whatever the hell they feel like that day. Whatever. The glitter on their clothes is from all the arts and crafts, they say. Oh kids! Such little terrors! Your favourite coworker had to climb up a ladder to get their favourite sweater once, when they got the glitter on it by accident and it started to float into the rafters. They're the friendliest customer you have... Even if their five adopted kids can be a bit raucous.

The Karen was a friend of the manager, or so she said. She demanded a discount and screeched in fury that her shitty, fake-silk dress couldn't be cleaned and tailored within the next half hour. It was the exact kind of material to melt with the tiniest bit of steam and it had a horrible wine stain that would never come out. She also demanded you make it two sizes bigger, for free, since that's what tailor/dry-cleaner/whatever! shops were apparently supposed to do. You refused. You can't summon material out of thin air, after all. She accused you of calling her fat. Then she went on a rant about how heathen the place was and she should have known better to expect anything more than the lousiest of service from a place that had a fairy godmother as their mascot.

In some cities in the world, it is safe to be a magical creature. This is not yet one of them.

My favorite coworker came from Africa, or so he said. His skin is as pale as bleached rice. He's happiest in the hottest places in the back, whether that be folding clothes next to the dryer vents, or ironing away next to the heater as steam blasts them in the face. They didn't even blink when we hit record high temperatures three summers in a row. We don't have air conditioning in the back as we're a very small business, after all, and most of the space goes to clothing. They were never thirsty, or so he said. Yet he always had a bottle of ice water handy whenever I needed it. In return, I warned him when his red, pointy tail slipped out of his jeans. We regularly go out for coffee and I've been to his place once or twice to hang out and play games. If the cross on his wall is upside down and surrounded by a blood-red pentagram, well. It's none of my business. He couldn't care less about my soul.

I am not a magical creature, or so I've said. And it's true. I'm not. Yet I'll never sell one out, despite all that horrid propaganda out there. They're some of the best people I know. They know what it's like to be ostracized and, well, so do I. I wasn't exactly popular growing up. Besides, if I may be a little selfish... between Karens and Krakens, the krakens always tip better.

Prompt: 130

The vampire who frequents your dry cleaning service had told you many things. He was a surgeon, he had frequent nosebleeds, he was clumsy. You knew what he was, but wanted to see exactly how elaborate his excuses could get.

[mochikeiji]

Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after  pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

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[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[twistedmusings]

I'm not going to request it now because requests are closed, but that Savanaclaw petting scenario was really cute and like,, Octavinelle petting and examining them

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A/N: If you can pinpoint the exact moment I started to slowly doubt my writing ability and how to write these characters, I will give you, the reader, 100 points. Cause man this was rough to write when you have writer's block q wq But anyways, this was when my requests were closed BUT I WANTED TO COME THROUGH WITH IT! I would like to dedicate it to @kirayamidemon since I read their comic and it was...excellent.

But in other news, I found out that eels like to be petted!

Warnings: Eel petting, Octopus petting and all three Octavinelle members feeling a certain way when you finally give them those pats.

[Floyd-Senpai: Shrimpy~! Meet us in the mirror room tonight! Azul says he wants to give you something!] 

Your eyes look down at your phone before pocketing it back into your jacket, taking another sip of the Coral Pink drink Floyd had made for you before you left Monstro Lounge as you reminisce back on the day you just had. 

Today has been probably the most successful day the Monstro Lounge has had in a while. You had offered up the idea to Azul while you two walked to the cafeteria, mentioning touching a manta ray once and how you didn’t expect them to be so slimy. He had looked at you curiously and asked if you had just been a curious child when you were growing up, but you told him that you used to go to a lot of aquariums and how you would go straight to the petting exhibit. 

And the moment you said petting exhibit, Azul already had cashed the idea in. 

Aquariums had been placed elegantly among the tables of Monstro Lounge tonight. The smaller aquariums on the tables were closed lid, giving the customers a chance to enjoy the little ecosystems Jade had personally made for the creatures Azul had brought in while partaking in their drinks and meals. It made for a killer Magicam picture and Azul had predicted with Vil’s and Cater’s attendance the hashtag #MonstroLoungeExperience would be trending by the time they reached the dinner rush.

It trended faster than they thought. 

Most foot traffic, however, came from the piece de resistance. 

In the middle of the Lounge, a large aquarium had been placed at foot level where various customers could reach down and pet larger animals such as sting rays, sturgeon fish, starfishes and sea cucumbers. All of them with little placards stating fun facts as well as little sections with a bunch of coral that made for another perfect Magicam photo opportunity. 

It had been an amazing experience and you felt like you had almost grown closer to the three Octavinelle students, which was always an ‘A+’ in your book. 

You were pretty sure you saw Azul smiling from ear to ear by the time they closed and Floyd and Jade looked physically exhausted from having to deal with so many customers. They had been busy from opening to closing with no breaks in between so you figured that they would want to rest. 

So getting a message from Floyd so late at night had been somewhat confusing. 

But you didn’t question it, the fact that Azul wants to give you something making you ever so curious. 

Who knows, maybe if the sea creatures were still around Azul could let you pet them some more? 

Out of everyone you had probably been the most excited for the petting exhibit and you had given him the idea so the possibility of playing more with the starfishes and manta rays pushed you to move faster. 

Finishing the last of your drink and throwing it away in the nearest trash can, you push open the doors to the mirror room with a smile--!  

Only to find nobody. 

“...huh.” 

You look around, not daring to call out either of their names since, technically, you weren’t even supposed to be here. The only thing you could do was take a few steps further, looking around as you try to make some sense of the situation. 

Why wouldn’t they meet you in Octavinelle? The Monstro Lounge was there, as well as all the creatures. Azul’s office was there as well so if he wanted to give you something he could have given it to you there, so why had Floyd asked to meet them in the Mirror room? You look around for a moment before frowning as the realization set in. 

It was a prank. 

“Dammit.” 

Of course. Why would Floyd even act this nice towards you if it wasn’t to lull you into a false sense of security? The table you had sat in today had a beautiful aquarium with a bunch of little shrimps floating around and the mereel, more than once, had opened the lid and stuck his hand inside to grab one of the shrimps and hang it over his open mouth. 

You thought he was just acting this way because he was stressed from working so much but he probably had just done it to tease you! With a huff, you pull out your phone and open up his contact number to give him a piece of your mind--! 

“Aha! Shrimpy is here!” 

Only to gag as the back of your jacket is grabbed by a slimy aquamarine hand, pulling you into the nearest mirror and leaving nothing but your phone laying on the ground. 

Floyd’s hands pull you into a hug the moment you are pulled into the water, laughing as he sees you thrashing around and pulling at the arms keeping you pressed close to him. 

“Ahhhh! Shrimpy stop moving!” 

The mereel squeezes you tight, smiling as he looks down at the moment you realize who is holding you and what you are able to do. 

He grins and wraps his tail around you, the fins brushing your fingertips as the shock slowly starts to die down and the curiosity starts to set in. Floyd’s eyes shine brighter under the sea, your hand going to your chest as you expected to drown immediately but finding it simple to breathe in and out. 

“What--?!”

“Finally!” 

“There we go~ Breathe in--”

You take a deep breath. 

“And out~” 

Your chest relaxes as Floyd giggles at how wide your eyes have gotten, letting you go with his arms but his tail wrapping around one of your legs and pulling you close to him once again. He smiles when your hands go up to inspect the fins on his ears but stop as if the situation was still highly unreal for you to believe. 

He guessed humans rarely got to see the sea during the night, but he was glad he got to show you this sight. Even if it was Azul’s idea in the first place. 

Looking around, you notice that you had been here before. 

It was the Coral Sea. 

You look back at the mereel as Floyd tilts his head at your confusion, smiling as he sees the shining in your eyes get brighter when you notice that the veins in his arms and the ones going up his neck are all shining in the moonlit water. 

“Floyd…” 

Ah. You really looked too cute. Especially when you were looking at him with so much wonder. Maybe he should just take you out further and hide near the corals, somewhere Jade nor Azul would look as he preens under your attention. 

He blinks as you break out of the spell long enough to point a finger at him. 

“You--! Why did you call me to the Mirror room so late! The last thing I need to do is get in trouble with the Headmaster!” 

Floyd frowns, “You didn’t get in trouble! I pulled you when I heard your voice! Why didn’t you call out to me!” 

“Because I couldn’t see tail nor fin of you!”

Both of you stop talking after your dumb joke, looking at each other with surprise before a giggle escapes your lips first, turning into a full blown laugh between you both as he takes your hand and presses it under the fins in his ears. 

“Shrimpy was so mean today. Petting all those creatures and ignoring everything else. It made me want to eat all of them up.” 

You smile and rub right under the juncture where fins meet skin, Floyd shivering as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Eels don’t eat any invertebrates, right? You guys are mostly carnivores.” 

He grins and gives you a small squeeze. You even knew of his diet? Why hadn’t you mentioned you knew some things about sea creatures. If you had, Floyd would have dragged you to the Coral Sea way before this! He smiles as your hands go all the way down to his neck, tracing each vein slowly but not going any further than his clavicle and choosing instead to run your fingers from his shoulder blades all the way to his Adam's apple. 

“Shrimpy is being too shy. Here!” 

You gasp as Floyd grabs your hand and helps you swim over to a pair of rocks, sitting you down on top as the bottom of his tail wrapped around your legs to keep you anchored. He laughs as he practically sits on you, choosing instead to lay the top half of his tail on your lap as you look down at the shiny, swishing fins. 

“Now you can touch as much as you’d like!” 

Floyd was ready to make a joke about how this would a much better petting experience for you but his eyes widen when he sees the wonder in yours, the smile in his face disappearing as he watches your fascination with his fins, running your fingers through his caudal fin and rubbing the edges with your hand. His hands twitch as you run yours up his tail, taking in the slimy but firm feeling before looking up at him and reaching out to cup his face with one hand. 

He presses his cheek against your palm, smiling as you scratch right over his ear fin and almost jumping up from the rock as you start to rub the appendage. 

“Shrimpy wait--” 

Shit, he almost bit his tongue. He could barely look into your curious eyes as his heart sped up, the most sensitive area of his body being played and inspected with being a far too new feeling for him to just laugh it off. 

Floyd bites his bottom lip as his tail squeezes your legs, closing his eyes as he felt several shivers go up his spine. It felt too good--

“Floyd?” 

The mereel slowly comes down from the high as he glares at the intruder, clicking his tongue as he saw who it was. 

A pair of identical eyes to Floyd’s turn in your direction, your hand pulling away from the other as you turned to greet Jade. 

“You certainly took them farther than I thought you would.” 

He chuckles as his brother turns away, clearly not wanting you to see the blush on his cheeks. Nevertheless, his attention immediately goes back to you, swimming over to your side and sitting on the opposite of where Floyd was situated. 

“Did you have any troubles finding us?” 

You shook your head, “Floyd grabbed me and pulled me in before I could leave.” 

Jade nods and looks down at how Floyd had situated himself, a brief pang of jealousy overtaking him as he scoots closer, takes your hand and presses it on his chest. You immediately try to pull back but Jade’s eyes lid as he tugs you in closer, the veins in his chest shining even brighter than Floyd’s as he immediately feels you relax in his touch. 

“Do you know what this is, [Y/N]-san?” 

His eyes take their time to take in all of you as you nod your head, whispering the word ‘bioluminescence’ as Jade licks his lips. 

How strange was it to see you so focused. Jade had taken his time during the lull of the Monstro Lounge hours to watch you near the petting tank, your fingers running over the manta rays and tapping at the carapaces of the horseshoe crabs. And like his brother he did feel a certain sort of jealousy for those creatures, but he also saw an opportunity. 

An opportunity to get your guard down. 

His eyes look over at Floyd, the other pouting as your fingers start to trace Jade’s chest all by themselves.

“Uhm--” 

Jade’s attention goes back to you, “Yes?” 

“I didn’t think that moray eels had bioluminescence.” 

He smiles and takes your hand again, guiding it from the middle of his chest all the way to his cheek making sure that your fingers feel the light travel in his veins as you start to wriggle out of Floyd’s hold and into Jade’s. 

“Our kind is a mixture of many eels types. While our exterior is that of a moray eel, our interior is also made up of certain eels that use this feature as a way to communicate with other animals, warn predators…” 

The mereel decides to keep the ‘lure prey’ part out of his explanation. 

Jade’s eyes immediately went to Floyd’s as the other was about to speak up, glaring at him to keep his mouth quiet for he had his turn. His eyes soften when they go back to you, your eyes still taking in all of the small trails of light decorating Jade’s body as your hands trace against the caudal fins on his arms. 

They were rougher than the ones near their ears…

Slowly, your hands go to the fins on the side of Jade’s face, the mereel tensing up but keeping his eyes on you as you start to tug and rub at the appendages. 

“[Y/N]-san…” 

His nails scratch against the rocks as he feels your fingers trace every line they can find, his fins giving a little twitch as you push them back only to watch them slowly move back to their original spot. You had no idea what you were making him feel, what you probably made Floyd feel. 

And if his dear brother wanted to keep it a secret, then he would keep his mouth shut as well. 

Having someone touch them so freely, especially that area, was an act reserved for mates only. Even during courtship this was prohibited and if any other merperson happened to swim by it would be as if they just tumbled into the merman equivalent of someone shoving their fingers in between someone else’s legs. 

But your curiosity was so endearing and Jade just couldn’t find it in himself to pull you away. In fact, that look of yours full of innocence and naivety was so cute that if he let his instincts run wild you would find yourself being dragged to the Leech's home--

“What--you two!” 

His reason kicks back in as Jade smiles and turns to look at the new visitor. 

The octomer’s face is bright red as he locks eyes with you, your hands letting go of Jade’s fins as he smiles and waves at Azul. 

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Azul.”

He wants to say something about what the hell he just saw but he decides to save it, knowing full well that Jade nor Floyd were going to give him a straight answer. Instead, he decides to address you directly. 

“Inferring from our conversation from early this morning as well as your actions during the Monstro Lounge opening hours, I figured you would like this sort of surprise." 

He clears his throat, sneaking a peek at your face and quickly looking away as he saw your eyes staring straight at him. 

Humans like you are still curious about the different types of merpeople, especially those like Jade and Floyd, so after much consideration I decided--” 

"Azul, you're beautiful." 

Oh no. He bit his tongue. Fuck, fuck, fuck he bit his tongue and now it hurts like a shell clamping down on his hand--why had you gone and say something like that so suddenly?! 

"Excuse me?" 

The spell Jade had you in was completely broken as you pulled out of the brother's hold and swam over to him, stopping when you noticed him backing away. 

Azul stared at you and you stared back at him. 

He couldn't help it. After all the things he had to deal with, it was hard enough for him to even appear in front of you like this. And it wasn't like he was doing it as a showing of any sort of affection towards you, he just didn't want to owe you any favours from the idea you had given him! 

All he had to do was just...reach a tentacle out-- 

"Huh?" 

Azul notices you swimming back a tiny bit, smiling at the tentacle shyly reaching out to you. 

"You can turn back, you know. I don't want you to feel forced to do this." 

You point at him, your eyes still wide with curiosity but keeping your distance. 

"The fact that I get to see you like this is enough." 

Azul can feel his heart skip a beat, tentacles unfurling even more as the need to hide melted away. 

But...he owed you a favor... 

"Honestly. Thank you so much Azul." 

For the Sea Witch's sake, he really couldn't pin you down, could he? 

The octomer swims over, floating right in front of you as one tentacle shyly brushes against your fingertips. They twitch in interest but you do not move, looking up at Azul expectantly. 

You really were too nice for your own good, waiting for someone to give you the okay when he clearly wanted you to at least inspect that part of him. 

"Go...go ahead." 

Your touch is soft, pressing your hands right against his suckers and chuckling at the small noise they made as they attached themselves to your skin. Azul moves in a bit closer as some tentacles start wrapping around your ankles and wrists, his natural instincts taking over as his tentacles wrap around the person he really liked. 

Well not like as in like like but a like he had yet to put a definition to. And it's not like it needed a definition, you certainly weren't asking him what sort of like it was and the thought of what kind of like it really was didn't keep him up at night at all. 

"Oop!" 

Azul almost wants to screech at the tentacle going in between your legs and hoisting you up, offering you a sort of makeshift seat as the other appendages start to press against your neck, leaving behind little sucker marks in their wake. 

This situation was not only testing his boundaries but also his patience. 

"I didn't think they would be so slippery...and so soft!" 

Please don't look so curious about him! It's going to give him wild expectations! 

The tip of a tentacle rubs against your cheek, Azul's face an almost red tomato as he hears you chuckle and push the appendage back but for some reason his tentacles weren't listening to him so the thing only pushed forward even more--

"Ah! No fair!" 

Floyd comes up behind you, wrapping you up in a hug as he points a finger at Azul. 

"No hogging Shrimpy to yourself!" 

Azul swims back in alarm. 

"I wasn't hogging anyone!" 

Jade laughs as he swims right up behind you, a hand on your shoulder as he pulls you back. 

"Azul you might want to look down." 

The octomer blinks only to look down, seeing that one of his tentacles had stubbornly wrapped around your waist. 

"Ahh...ahhhh….!" 

You, Jade and Floyd blink as dark ink fills the water, Azul covering his face and letting you go, swimming to the nearest hole and curling up inside as he strangles one of his tentacles. 

Of all the things to embarrass him it just had  to be himself, huh?! 

"Azul? Wait come back!" 

"Shrimpy tell me I'm beautiful as well~!" 

"Floyd let me go! There's ink everywhere!" 

"Not until you tell me I'm beautiful!" 

"Jade!" 

"Azul is more than okay, I can assure you...although I would also like the same compliment as well, [Y/N]-san." 

The next day, you woke up with a high fever due to swimming all night, a present from all of the Octavinelle students at your doorstep with an apology card neatly placed on top. 

[sukirichi]

acquainted

You had no intentions of becoming acquainted with the clan your family had cut ties with, but when Naoya Zenin himself is willing to teach you a lesson and you’re determined to show him what you’re capable of, it becomes a silly game of power and dominance.

REQUEST. naoya putting reader back to her place

WARNINGS: Naoya Zenin, rough sex, orgasm denial, face fucking, slight voyeurism, degradation, slight bondage, cowgirl riding, manhandling, spanking, hate sex

WC. 5.4k+

NOTES. Because Naoya is my favorite, his fic is the only one I’ve ever edited, LOL. Even though this is requested, this is written out of self-indulgence, purely because I love Naoya and even though he’s nasty, he’s my comfort character. And freaking FINALLY I have written more for this man. I worship this King 👑

There were so many ways this day had gone wrong. First, your shower broke. Second, the maintenance men couldn’t come until late in the afternoon, so you had to drive all the way to school looking like a half-mess. You weren’t a slob, of course, but you were beyond irritable at the thought your hair felt greasier than most.

So when an unfamiliar mop of blonde hair sat at your place, the sight of pierced ears meeting your gaze as you smiled at the young man, you had to clutch your bag tighter. No need to be harsh to anyone; you reminded yourself.

“Hi,” you greeted as politely as you could.

The young man in your seat was handsome — terribly so — feline eyes emphasized with an eyeliner, and stunning green eyes that peered up at you with utmost boredom. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint where you’d seen him before.

“I believe you’re in my seat.”

You expected he’d kindly take another seat since the hall was empty, but he only leaned back in your seat, brow raised with a slight smirk. “So?”

Your mouth fell agape, hands falling at your sides. Who was this guy? “What do you mean, so? Get the fuck out of my seat.”

“Women,” he rolled his eyes, “Always so tempered and dirty mouthed,” the words felt like stinging slap in your face, and he easily read through you when he snickered to himself, waving a hand in the air as if he was swatting a fly away. “I’m already sitting here, so go find someplace else. I came here first.”

“You little — who do you think you are?”

“Who do you think you are for speaking to me? Did I give you permission?”

His condescending voice made you lunge at him if not for your friend’s hand wrapping at your arm, shooting worried glances over the guy. His smirk deepened when your friend pulled away, the words mutter under her breath. “Come on, let’s go,” she tugged you away despite your protests, pushing your shoulders down to make you sit. Once out of earshot, she rolled her eyes. “I seriously hate that guy. Don’t you ever involve yourself with him.”

“Who’s that prick anyway? He acts so high and mighty like he’s some rich daddy’s son. Look, he’s totally claiming my seat as his!”

“That’s Naoya Zenin, and yeah, he is some rich daddy’s son,” she confirmed, shivering at the mere mention of his name. “He’s an absolutely big misogynist. Don’t be fooled by his pretty face — he’s the worst fuckboy to ever exist. That dick of his isn’t worth getting fucked over. He’s already made half the women in school cry and run after him like a horde of lovesick zombies,” your friend gagged with a shake of her head, “It’s terrifying, actually.”

“Fucking asshole,” you hissed under your breath, sending side glances at the corner of your eye.

That stupid guy was still in your seat, a bored expression on his handsome face, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks at every blink. He just had to be a sexist pig with that gorgeous face — no good men existed anymore. “Whatever. He’ll get a taste of his own medicine soon.”

“Whatever it is you’re planning, I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“I’m doing this for all of us,” you announced with your spine straightened. “I’m not letting a man walk like that acting like he’s got the whole world at his feet. I’ll teach him a lesson or two.”

“You do know he can sue you if you punch him right?”

“Who said I was going to punch him?” a smirk painted your lips at the same time he felt your eyes burning holes at the side of his face, your expression even more triumphant when he tilted his head to the side, eyebrow cocked at your gaze. He must’ve assumed you’d fallen for his looks judging by the satisfied smile on his face, making you laugh because it would be fun to teach him a lesson.  “No, I have a much more interesting plan in mind.”

It turned out that Naoya wasn’t that much of a stranger.

You had his reputation to thank for — people spoke his name left and right that it was nearly impossible not to know of him. It had you wondering how you managed to live through university so long without knowing him when the name drowned you; he was a Zenin.

No wonder that name was so familiar.

The Zenin’s were a close business partner of your family, but they cut off ties with their company years ago due to them having an intolerable attitude. Clearly, it ran in the blood, and their heir manifested it so well.

Thoughts of Naoya and his stupid face were soon drowned out by expensive champagne, the golden liquid sparkling in your hands. You had to attend this dinner gala where businessmen and powerful families alike conjoined for a formal opportunity of forming connections and solidifying deals, pressuring you to be at your best behaviour lest you wanted your black card to be cut off.

You made your way through the crowd to get another one of those hors d oeuvres, opting to just sit in the corner while you watched your family plaster on big, fake smiles with even louder, faker laughter.

It was quite sad, really, that people had to do stuff like this, but who were you to complain when it was what fed you on a silver plate all the time?

For now, you just wanted to enjoy the new dress your mother had gotten you, the silk black material hugged around your curves delectably. Pearl drop earrings hung to frame the sides of your face, legs lengthened and accentuated with stiletto heels.

You felt sexy — especially when you got lingering gazes from men who were slightly older and definitely richer, though you made no move.

The last thing you wanted was to become someone’s trophy wife when you could become so much more.  Plus, only your parents had the task of befriending people and building trust with others. You were only here to help represent the name somewhat with your pretty face, not really having much of an intention to be acquainted with anyone.

You swiped another glass of fizzy alcohol from the waiter that passed by, glossy red lips pinched around the glass when a sultry voice mused at your ear, “Still can’t find a seat?”

Swirling around so fast that the contents nearly poured out the glass, you weren’t surprised to see Naoya fucking Zenin stood before you, his tall stature draped in only the finest and hand-stitched three piece suit.

He looked absolutely delectable this way, earrings glimmering under the golden chandeliers and eyes lined with kohl, the aura of elegance that perfectly concealed his less than pleasing personality excessively charming.

You were beyond appalled.

“Still can’t find a brain?” you retorted with a roll of your eyes, eyes still narrowed at Naoya’s displeased ones as you dunk your drink in one go. “What are you doing here, pig?”

“I’ll let that comment slide once — only because you look hot tonight,” his predatory gaze ran over your form, the careful pattern of him pausing at the swell of your breasts sliding to the curve of your hips heating up each inch of your skin. “And it’s Naoya for you. Naoya Zenin, the rightful heir of the Zenin Corp—”

“What’s that scent you’re wearing? Baby powder? Fitting for your cute face, actually.”

Naoya’s jaw clenched, clearly unaccustomed to people cutting off his holiness, and you had to bite down on your lip to prevent the chuckles from slipping through. “It’s Tom Ford.”

“Hmm, why am I not surprised? My horrible ex also wore the same scent. Maybe it’s a trademark for all limp losers, huh?” Naoya opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it, stepping forward to grab at the space between his tie to pull him down. His face was mere centimetres away from you, close enough that his breath ghosted over your lips, the intense anger flaring through those eyes hot enough to burn you. “You act so smug and defensive, Naoya. Trying to have a big man personality to conceal a small dick?”

“I have nothing to prove to you.”

“You don’t need to prove me anything,” you glanced down at his pants with a smirk, ignoring the heat pulsing in your veins because the sight contradicted your words. There was a noticeable bulge inside those shiny black slacks, though the last thing you wanted him to see was the way your mouth watered in anticipation. “I already know what I need to know.”

“Yeah? You and your shitty girlfriends can’t stop talking about my dick?”

You shrugged sarcastically, “You know women. We’re tireless complainers.”

Naoya’s jaw ticked upon you using his words against him, his hands coming up to caress at your neck, his nails scratching behind the thick silver chain you wore.

From afar and in the eyes of others, people would’ve thought you and Naoya were simply getting a little too heated, his lips dipped to graze your ear while his slender fingers pressed a little tighter into your air pipe. Your positions could easily be mistaken for Naoya seducing you, and you supposed he was, since your body responded differently from your verbal protests.

“You should watch what you’re saying,” he warned, voice low with warning. “I could easily dump your body into a river and no one would even notice. In fact, maybe the world might even thank me for doing them a service and ridding them of a spiteful woman like you.”

“Oh, pretty boy,” you chuckled back and stood to your tippy toes. One of your hands wrapped around his neck to forcefully tilt his neck to yours, nose pressed above his collar to inhale the intoxicating masculine scent he wore. “You’re all bark and no bite. Why don’t you show me what you’re capable of? If you’re as awful as they make you out to be, maybe I’ll shiver enough to drop my panties for you.”

You didn’t miss the way Naoya’s hands gripped at your waist to pull you close, enticing you to continue with your insults because maybe Naoya liked this a lot more than he let on. Could it be his superiority complex didn’t always like submissive women, after all?

Well, it would make sense; everyone always liked a little challenge, didn’t they?

If that was what he wanted, then you’d be generous enough to grant it to him.

“Wouldn’t you like to get a chance to put me in my place, to teach me a lesson for defiling the oh-so-mighty Naoya Zenin?” you purposefully toned your voice down to a more breathy tone, your chest swelling with pride when Naoya sucked in a sharp inhale beside your ear.

God, he sounded beautiful — and you hadn’t even fucked him yet. Now, you were eager to hear what else those disgusting lips could be capable of other than degrading you.  

Pulling away from him just to bat your lashes at him, heat pooled straight into your core when Naoya’s gaze had completely darkened, dark orbs pooled with lust and anger. Only he could make such an expression look so good.

“You don’t scare me, Zenin. You’re nothing but a small boy wearing big man pants.”

For a moment, your smile widened, believing that you’d won this time around. Naoya was still breathing hard at each brush of your stomach to his now hardening erection, but then he smirked and gently pushed you away from him. “I’m not fucking you here,” he stated calmly, not even bothering to keep his voice low. “You’re a lot dumber than I thought you’d be if you really think I’m whipping my cock out during this dreadful dinner.”

“This dreadful dinner you speak of is an opportunity for people like us to establish connections. I would’ve assumed you wanted nothing more to impress others but it seems I was wrong. If you hate this event so much, why bother coming here in the first place?”

“Just had a feeling I was going to meet a little minx,” he watched you seductively, his smirk adorned with his tongue peeking out to lick his lips — in turn wetting you in places he promised to make his by the end of the night. Curse him, you chanted in your head, curse him for being so attractive. It would’ve been easier if he was ugly. “And as always, I’m right.”

You tilted a brow, slightly impressed. “So you’ve done your background check on me. That doesn’t explain why you’re still here though. Surely a woman couldn’t be enough for a reason to make a man like you go all this way?”

“You’re right, a woman would never be a good enough reason, but I wanted to put you in your place,” his eyes flickered back up to you, now twinkling with danger and something else entirely. “Bad little girls need to be a taught to a lesson.”

“So what’re you waiting for? Go ahead and show me your ways, Zenin.”

“I will,” he nodded to himself, “I’m about to,” Naoya was nothing but confident as he strode your way until his arms was locked with yours, his breath tickling your collarbones that had unknowingly exposed itself at each heated touch. “You’re not that bad for a slut. You look like one, smell like one — I bet you also feel like one.”

A dry laugh left your lips as you fisted his shirt, mirroring his smirk to show that if a match was what he looked for, then a match he’d find indeed. Only this time, you would be worse.

“Why don’t you go ahead and find out?”

Naoya, despite being an absolutely poor excuse of a human being, was somewhat redeemable for being a man of his words. Find out he did, and he wasted no time into shoving you inside his McLaren, barely able to keep his hands off you the whole way up to his penthouse.

It was a blurry mess from there.

Moans spilled from your lips while he ripped your clothes off, not bothering to apologize that he’d just ruined one of your most prized possessions, his lust-clouded haze mumbling that he’d just buy you another one.

It was the last thing you expected to hear from him, but you couldn’t protest, not when he’d angrily snapped the buttons of his shirt away, a low growl mixing with your breathy whines as he loosened his tie.

Your eyes widened at the sight, legs rubbing together as you imagined what else he could do with that pretty tie of his.

Would he tie you to his bed, fuck you stupid and call you useless? Or perhaps, you could do it?

Naoya cut off your train of thought by pushing you back to his mattress, his hands tugging at his belt before he pulled his boxers down, his thick length slapping at his abdomen. Your mouth immediately watered at the sight. You were beyond wet from nothing but your sloppy make-out sessions, but would he fit?

Just the thought of him giving you that burning stretch made your legs spread beside his sides, the sardonic laughter ripping from Naoya’s lips absolutely disgusting.

“Fucking pathetic. You’re just like everyone else; submitting to me at the sight of my cock, but that’s not true, is it? Moment you saw me, I knew you were clenching around nothing,” he gripped at your jaw to force you to look at him. You glared up at him from his bruising hold, your cheeks squished under his rough hands. “But that’s okay; wanting me is not something you should be ashamed about. Although you should be thanking me I’m even letting you near me like this.”

“I’m so honoured. Come on, Naoya, let me feel you — let me make you feel good.”

Naoya, too lost in his ego, missed the sarcasm dripping in your voice. “So eager to be my cock sleeve, huh?” he grinned, tugging at your hair to push you deeper into his mattress.  “Get on your knees. Now suck.”

He was too harsh in his pace, determined to exert his dominance over you. You could feel every ridge of his vein as he continued fucking into your mouth, his abs rippling above you. It felt like witnessing a Greek god come apart, and you took pleasure in being his ruin, prompting you to hollow your cheeks and bob your mouth up and down on his cock harder.

Naoya’s chuckles were broken and often mixed with curses of fuck, you feel so fucking good, his nails now scratching at your scalp.

Soon, Naoya stilled inside you, his hold around your head deadly to keep you in place. Tears flowed down your face as he kept thrusting inside, making sure to hit the back of your throat before his muscles tightened. Spurts of warm cum followed after that, but instead of swallowing it like you expected he’d command you to do, Naoya whipped out his cock and came all over your face, his seed shooting all over your cheeks and lips.

You took it all obediently, just enough to give him the false pretense of submissiveness that he was so willing to force from you.

While he was occupied pumping his still rock hard cock, eyes closed and massaging your scalp almost soothingly, Naoya failed to notice your hurried movements of standing from the bed, fingers looped around his tie.

A small wail resonated from him when you shoved him down onto the bed, knees locked at either sides of his waist before you tugged at the cloth wrapped around his neck. Naoya kicked his legs behind you as you tied his wrists to the bed hard enough that Naoya winced, the tie only forming tighter at each lame grapple of his.

You looked back at how he got more beautiful laid out in front of you like that, chest heaving up and down while he struggled against the restraints, face flushed with anger — no, this wasn’t anger anymore — he was furious.

“What are you doing?! Get this off me — how dare you!”

“How dare you,” you spat back, discarding your lace bra off to wipe his cum away from your face, gagging when the bitter cum left a tang on your lips. “I just got my skin appointment last week and you came on my face like that?”

Naoya kept fighting back before he realised it was a futile attempt, leaning back down onto the pillows, though that didn’t soften his heated eyes on yours. You cooed at how adorable he submitted to you, running a finger down the sides of his jaw. “Aw, don’t look so angry, baby. I’m just starting my fun,” you purred, “You should’ve known better than to mess with me, Naoya. I’m not as nice as the others. And I’ll show you just how awful I can be.”

Naoya’s breath hitched when you shimmied out of your underwear, a dark glint in your eyes as you stretched the elastic into a fake arrow until it snapped into his face.

“You fucking bitch,” he growled, turning his face away from your panties soaked with arousal. “Once I get out of here, I will ruin you.”

“Huh, yeah, sure,” you mumbled incoherently, too lost in the pleasure as you sunk down on his cock. You were right, he was fucking thick, stretching you out better than any of your toys could. Plus, he was warm and leaking with pre-cum that he slid in easily, erotic groans leaving both your mouths once he was finally seated inside you.

Naoya was growling at you to let go of him when you laughed, lifting your hips up slowly before sliding back down on him just as slow, almost as if you made love to his cock the same passionate way you did with a lover. “You do have a wonderful cock, though. I’ve never felt this good in my life,” you leaned down to lick a stripe down to his neck, allowing him to hear the needy pants you graced with him. “You feel so good, Naoya, oh. If you weren’t such an asshole, I might even fall in love with you.”

“Go faster. This is unfair!”

Naoya tried thrusting deep into you, evidently unsatisfied at this torturous pace you set, but you only gripped at his thigh in warning, your eyes no longer sweet as you glared at him.

“Nothing’s ever fair in this world, sweetheart,” you reminded him, shivering every now and then as you bounced on his cock, his length slipping past through your walls magically. “Like how such a gorgeous face and amazing dick is paired with the most disgusting personality ever. No, it’s not fair, indeed...”

You closed your eyes with your head thrown back, placing your hips flat on his pelvic bone instead, fingers rubbing at your clit while Naoya throbbed inside you, desperate for release.

The little whines you gave were nothing but mocking. You knew that Naoya suffered through this position, but did you care? Absolutely not. With Naoya’s cock stretching you full and his tip kissing your most sensitive spots, in addition to your fingers rubbing and tweaking at your clit, this was the most pleasure you’d ever gotten from sex.

You were stimulated everywhere, your other hand reached up to tug at your hardened nipples.

Your walls clenched around him, signalling him that you were close and you let out a broken moan, falling forward to gyrate your hips around his cock to push you over the edge. It wasn’t enough to get him off since you were mostly still fondling with your clit, the sounds of your moans like torture to his ears.

“No, don’t you dare cum, I swear if you—” Your orgasm washed over you comfortingly like a warm blanket. Instead of seeing white, it was like your vision cleared, the sight of the sweat that made Naoya’s hair stick to his forehead in clumps crystal clear. You prolonged your orgasm by thrusting your hips in a sickening rhythm of thrust, pause, thrust, stop ­— and by then Naoya was losing his mind.

Naoya lost control as he snapped his hips upwards inside you hard enough that you winced in pain, pushing off his dick until he’s left humping the empty air, his body drenched with perspiration. “No, no, no, fuck you! Get back here you useless slut!”

You lay beside him, giggling in post-orgasm bliss. Just to tease him, you rolled to his side to press a kiss to his cheek, laughing harder when your lips came in contact with his flushed skin.

“You’re so adorable like this,” you cupped his face tenderly, perfectly aware that Naoya had begun to growl, his wrists almost bruised from how hard he brawled against his tie. “If I didn’t hate you so much, I would’ve let you cum inside me,” you offered with a pat to his chest, moving off the bed with wobbly legs.

“Well, whatever, that was fun. I would say we both had the most sensual sex of our lives, but that would be a joke for you, don’t you think?” you snorted as you inserted your arms to his discarded suit jacket.

Naoya stayed still on the bed, his cock still painfully hard and slick with your cum. “Don’t look so angry, Naoya. You had it coming for you. Don’t worry, though, as a thanks for letting me cum that hard — though I mostly did all the work — I’ll keep this between us so you at least get to keep whatever’s left of your dignity,” you blew a kiss his way, “Bye, sweetie. At least now I know people weren’t exaggerating when they called you a good fuck.”

Not bothering to slip your heels back on, you looped your shoes into the curls of your fingers, about to button Naoya’s jacket as you made your way to his door.

You never got halfway across the room when strong arms suddenly lifted you off the ground, your vision transitioning from his door to the pads of his feet, your body slung across his shoulder. Naoya gripped at your ass in warning when you kicked your legs, leaving him with no choice but to hug your thighs with one arm.

The next thing you knew, he slammed the balcony doors open with one hand and slammed you on the pool table. His rough hands yanked his jacket away from your body, the chilly night of the air bringing a shiver down your spine as it hit your drenched core.

Naoya had pinned your arms flat on your back in a painful angle, making you cry out just as he kneed your legs open, his free hand that wasn’t pinning you down aligning his cock against your hole. You were a moaning mess underneath him, the pain only an intoxicating addition to the pleasure he was pounding into you. Naoya then leaned to whisper your ear, the sudden movement making his cock slide deeper into you, the pleasure overwhelming.

“Oh, Naoya, fuck—”

“I am not just a good fuck,” he corrected you, “I am Naoya Zenin — and you will do well being silent and submissive while I fuck you, do you understand?” You were too lost in the feeling of him rutting deep into you that he had you seeing white this time around. When you didn’t answer, Naoya slapped your ass, your yelps echoing from the dead night. “I asked you a question.”

“No,” you bit back, “I refuse to—” you were silenced when Naoya hit your sweet spot, laughing at your state that you were too fucked out to give him a proper answer.

Naoya’s pace was merciless as he fucked deeper into you, the hand on your ass moving up to grab at your waist to keep slamming you back to his cock. He watched as your lips sucked him in so tight that he didn’t know whether you were pushing him out or refusing to let go. Turning your head to the side to gasp for air, you opened your eyes, only to be met by the sight of men crowding on the building across yours to witness your undoing by Naoya’s hands.

“I’ve barely started and you’re already so wet for me,” he mocked in your ear. As if on cue, squelching sounds accompanied your desperate moans, hands grabbing at nothing in particular. “Shall I try upping my speed?”

“N-Naoya- there are people looking.”

“Let them see,” he seethed, using one arm to lift your other leg up to the table to gain him more access into your warm, wet cavern. The sudden stretch made your muscles ache until you lay there limp; jaw clenched at the pleasure Naoya drowned you with. “Let them know how much I’m making this pussy mine. Gosh, can you hear yourself? You sound like a dirty fucking slut,” another slap landed on your ass, hard enough to leave a mark there for tomorrow. “You claim to hate me, so then why are you dripping all over me, huh? Pathetic whore. You women are nothing but cum dumps to me.”

Naoya spread your butt cheeks open, laughing at the silly way you clenched around him every time he pulled out, your puffy lips sucking him back again until Naoya buried himself to the hilt. His dick did wonders in letting out the most erotic whines and whimpers you never thought you’d be capable of, leaving you a drooling and panting mess under him.

“You little fucker, don’t even think about cumming inside me, I will literally castrate you and feed your balls to yourself.”

“Such a dirty mouth. Though that’s expected of a nasty woman like you,” he sassed, his thrusts faltering while his hand clenched your flesh tighter. That was enough to send you over the edge when Naoya slammed his hips harder and more desperately this time around, his cock twitching against your walls. “You wish I would cum inside you. But I have a better plan in mind.”

All it took was one rough hand for him to pull you before him, pushing you down into your knees again as he came inside your mouth. You could feel your cum and his dripping onto his dark marble tiles, the white pool of liquid shining.

Naoya thrusted lazily into your mouth, a sickening grin on his face while he kept you down there. His glare deepened when you tried to pull away from him. “Swallow, you slut. Or I’m fucking your face until I break your jaw.”

Furiously, you swallowed around his cock, Naoya groaning at the feeling of your walls convulsing around him. The moment you gagged from when his tip poked the back of your throat, Naoya pushed you off him until you were left choking on the ground. You gasped for air, hands clasped around your neck, sure that you were going to have a sore jaw and a fucked throat tomorrow.

You kept glaring at Naoya, but this didn’t deter him from gripping your chin down, humming to himself upon seeing that his cum was now gone in your mouth. “Hmm, so you did swallow it like a good girl. I’m glad I’ve disciplined you well.”

“Go to hell.”

“I’m King there already, baby,” Before you could retort, his arms encircled your waist until you were heaved in his arms again. You pounded against his back because you were too done, you couldn’t do another round. Naoya sighed as he threw you in the bed as if you were a ragdoll, disappearing in the bathroom for a while before coming back with a wet towel, which he rudely flicked your way. “Clean yourself up and then leave. Take the back elevators. I don’t want the staff to see a whore leaving my place.”

“You’re the one who brought me here.”

“Only because I had a duty to put you in your place,” He stared at you with his smirk now permanent in his face, admiring the bruises he left on your body.

“We’re not over yet, Zenin. I’m going to break you one way or another.”

You rolled your eyes at him, walking to his closet to wear one of his shirts. Naoya was silent the whole time as he watched you button his shirt with trembling hands, his presence hot on your heels as he followed you out the large room.

As you were about to leave, you picked up the towel you used to clean your cum with and threw it right at his face.

Naoya dodged it easily, eyeing the towel with a scoff. “Still resilient, I see,” settling down on one of his lounge chairs like it was a throne, Naoya rested his cheek on his fist as he stared you down. “But fine — I accept your challenge. A true man never backs down from a challenge, after all.”

“Oh, honey, I’m more than just a challenge,” you sneered.

Naoya’s gaze left your eyes to stare at your perky nipples that poked through his shirt, feeling his cock swell all over again. But he was a man of control and dignity — he wouldn’t do anything more with you, not when it was clear you’ve had enough for tonight.

It didn’t bother him though, he knew he’d have more opportunities to put you in your place.

“We’ll see about that. I’ll be the one to decide your worth,” he declared oh so smugly, the mere sound of his voice pushing you to slam a fist to ruin that pretty face of his, though you held your ground, far too tired to move a muscle. Naoya saw this too, and he smiled to himself, head tilted to the side as he studied the mess he’d made of you. “Tomorrow, same time same place?”

There was no telling what pushed you to agree, but the words left your lips far too confidently for you to even wonder why.

“Be ready for me, Zenin.”

“I always am.”

All the way back to the back elevators that Naoya had directed you at, you pondered on how you’d be able to tell your parents you suddenly needed a ride home when they had no idea you left the dinner gala in the first place. But most of all, how were you supposed to tell them you’d acquainted yourself with the Zenin clan all over again?