#Macaroons and Sex

[coconutdays]

sex, money, feelings dont die

s. you come back home after spending a year away from your friends, suguru geto among them. and you think you've gotten over your suppressed feelings for him, you think

w.c. 11.2k

w. fem! reader, kickboxer/business student!geto! x reader , mutual pining! friends to lovers! fluff!, smut! virginity loss! (but it's not that big of a deal, you'll see why) masturbation!

a/n: ummmmmm I thought about this while watching a suguru edit. this is a little slowburn, but not painful I think idk I stayed up to finish this. will proofread later I need sleep. mwah hope you like.

you are beat up the first morning you wake up in your home after spending a year abroad.

your head is pounding, the light is agonizing to stare into, and your back is tense after spending the last 24 hours running around with the fattest luggage on earth, sleeping on stiff airport lounge seats, and sleeping on the stiff plane seats, or at least trying to.

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

fuck's sake

"let me sleep, let me sleep, let me sleep." you groan painfully into your bed, body short circuiting on the jet lag and reminiscing on the peaceful sleep you were just having.

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

"oh my-"

knock-knock

your head whirs up and looks towards where the door to your apartment would be outside of your room. and you hear a faint, familiar voice calling out your name cheekily.

exhausted, you get up and out of bed to open the door.

"as much as I missed you guys, I just traveled across the world and my body is still recovering..."you groan, walking to your couch and flopping onto it, eyes still a bit puffy.

"my body too would also miss the crisp baguettes and wine for breakfasts," gojo slyly comments as he slides into your apartment with one step and plops into your--small--beanbag, his legs poke out comically while he inhabits the light pink ball of foam.

a light whiff of cigarette smoke and cherries inhabit your room too when shoko throws a warm? bag on your back and picks up your legs so she can sit underneath them.

"I told him you wouldn't want people at your door this early." she sighed aloofly.

"nothing a breakfast bagel can't fix." gojo snickers

you finally open your eyes and sit straight up, digging into the brown paper bag that was once on your back

"or two." he adds, watching with a smirk as you take a hearty bite out of the first bagel

when you gulp it down and clear your throat, you point a finger at him then to your suitcase in the corner of the room, "there are four boxes of pierre herme macaroons in there with your name written all over them."

"aw you thought about me."

"yeah I really do," you speak gruffly between heavenly bites, "paris doesn't make this shit."

"there's no bagels in Paris?" shoko tilts her head, a blank look in her eyes

"shut up, you know what I mean." you almost moan, faintly rolling your eyes back in pure bliss before forming a realizing thought and turning to gojo, "did you come here this early for your macarons gojo satoru????"

his smile is blank and so are his eyes, you can tell, even through his stupid glasses.

"eat that second bagel, why don't you, my favorite friend who I've missed so dearly."

right before a slight scowl forms on your face, shoko interjects.

"he did cry when nobody else wanted to drink the nth pornstar martini with him at the function the other day."

"hey!"

you giggle a little and feel your sleepiness and grumpy mood fading away. (thank you gojo's breakfast bagels and shoko's disrespect)

"no need to worry anymore babygirl, daddy's home." you smile, lazily hugging the armrest of your couch

gojo huffs and puts a hand close to your face, "I saw your stories unfaithful slut, those cheese fiends were matching your freak, with espresso martinis of all things."

"but did I ever drink a pornstar martini without you?" you poke back, slapping his hand away

you can tell gojo is thinking and has been left speechless, but just as much as he's a victim to shoko, so are you.

"that she posteddddd."

"you guys are not allowed to wake me up this early and bully me, either of you," you state as you jump up and address the both of them before heading to your fridge to serve yourself some water.

"anyways, where's suguru?"

"training." shoko answers airily as her head lolls onto the armrest.

"he's been super focused lately right? I think he deactivated his instagram like the first month of me being in France."

you remember feeling bummed out every time you posted a pretty picture and never saw him in your views.

"that's an understatement," satoru scoffed snarkily, "I do not understand such a dedication to kickboxing when he's deadset on business."

"can't a guy have hobbies?" shoko questions, not at all seemingly bothered by Geto's dedication to sport such as satoru is.

"you guys want coffee?" you ask, about to turn your back to turn on ur espresso machine.

"yes," gojo says before adding a quick, "but from the cafe two blocks from here."

eyes squinted, you turn again and lean against your kitchen countertop, "I literally have a coffee machine."

"you drink that pretentious small espresso shot crap, weirdo, I don't want that"

"okay but I can just pour milk for yours?"

"I doubt you can make an iced vanilla biscoff latte here." he scoffs

"satoruuuuuu~" you whine, exhaling as you stare up at your ceiling, "I have to wash my face and get ready! I wasn't mentally prepared for that."

"I'll buy you a pistachio matcha latte," he grins, toothy and sharp, "with that creamy oatmilk you like that's an extra 2 dollars."

"I missed you and your bank account so, so much," you say whole heartedly, sending him quick air kiss of appreciation with your middle and index finger as you trot into your bathroom to start getting ready.

on the walk to the cafe, you fight and try to suppress the wondering your conscious has for suguru geto.

you're friends, have been since your freshman year of college, and that's all you have been. there's always been a feeling there in regards to him, but you've never touched on it for more than you've thought about it (repeatedly.) you just couldn't bring yourself to break that peaceful friendship or to even think about crossing it.

sure you noticed the day he deactivated his socials.

sure you like wearing his hoodie/jackets and acting like nothing of it.

but it's not like you took up the scholarship offer in Paris because maybe your favorite city in the world could distract you from hoping he'd ever flirt with you.

it did

"oh is that the rock climber?" shoko asks as she peers over your shoulder and onto your phone.

"indeed it is," you mutter cheekily as you answer the French fling's text, "he thought I was leaving tomorrow instead of yesterday, lmao"

"no goodbye sex?"

"fingering me is hardly sex," you look at her with a side eye

"woah, couldn't get over the 50/50 thing after all huh?"

"never," you sighed, putting your phone back in your pocket, "the least he could do was service me a little with a few orgasms after I had to pay for my own drinks."

"so who did you fuck?" satoru interjected, visibly curious as he stood in line with you guys and simultaneously read the coffee menu for any new sugary drinks

"nobody," you sighed, "didn't feel like anyone was worthy losing my card to."

but all this and here you are, shoving thoughts of him to the back of your mind. it's all become so natural that compressing any thought of geto isn't an overthought process anymore. you've forced yourself to become near careless about him, silencing the voice that cares every minute of every day. you don't know if you're in love with him or containing a small crush on him, that's how scared you are.

"understandable," satoru reasons, whilst picking his phone out of his pocket to read something.

"hey, look at that, haibara wants us all to come for drinks at his place tonight," blue eyes sparkle at you from beneath his glasses that he's purposely let slide downwards, "you know he makes the best lychee and passionfruit martinis."

"and dirty martinis." shoko pipes in

both you and gojo stare at her in slight disgust before he returns to giving you his puppy face.

"as long as there's a ride home involved, I hate sleeping at other people's places."

satoru stands straight up in glee and claps his fingers together, "great! don't worry about that, suguru doesn't drink anymore because of how uptight he's been lately."

the whole day becomes hang out with satoru and shoko day after that. you can't exactly go home by the time you're done with your matcha latte and your stomach starts rumbling for lunch, especially when trust fund baby satoru offers to pay for lunch. then he drags you both into a museum he's been wanting to see, and suddenly it's nearing sundown and it's time for dinner.

"let's go buy pizzas for haibara!" satoru exclaims with a pep in his step as he leads the way for you and shoko to follow after him.

when you get to haibara's apartment, everyone's already there.

various chimes of your name are said as you begin to greet everyone after being away for so long.

utahime hugs you particularly tight and fusses over you, "thank god you're back, you look so beautiful, shoko's too careless to have conversations with sometimes."

fearing your friend would be offended, your mouth open and closes, unable to figure out what to say until you turn to look at her sleazed on the couch and already lighting a cig.

"it's true," she shrugs

"I'm glad to see you too hime." you smile, embracing her in the hug again.

you hear a familiar voice speak when you let go of the embrace

"there wasn't really anything for me to wear haibara, had to settle for this shirt."

geto stands at the door to haibara's bedroom, one hand up and holding onto the frame as he calmly peers down at his shirt and then to the owner of it.

why was he wearing haibara's shirt? and why does it look so...

and suddenly he's looking at you, eyes softening just a bit as he greets you by your name and starts to walk towards you.

you'd imagined, hoped seeing him again would warrant more excitement from him, but no he's still the same calm and collected guy he's always been.

"suguru" you smile, ignoring the way your heart races at the side hug he gives you

well, his body isn't the same. god, how often has he been training? you didn't know his arms could be that veiny.

"satoru texted me that you've been with him and shoko all day." he starts, lips only slightly, minisculely turned upwards as a way of being polite towards your presence.

"since eight in the morning." you sigh, looking over at the freakishly tall giant already breaking into one of the many pizza boxes he bought.

"he missed you." suguru looks at his best friend too, making a face of disgust for a moment when satoru finishes a pizza in two bites.

"I missed him too," you breathe, smiling a little, "wallet or no wallet."

that makes suguru laugh and you're so thankful tails evolutioned off of humans or else you'd have a hard time controlling the urge to wag it back and forth at the reward that was making geto suguru laugh.

"I missed you." he says once his laugh falters away

"me too." you respond, fighting the awkward and terrible pit in your stomach

did he really miss you? miss you? how much did that mean for him?

it doesn't seem like a lot because he gives you a small grin before walking towards shoko and striking up a conversation with her. and gojo hithers you to him from across the room to start drinking your first martini of the night.

you've forgotten how drunk you get with gojo.

your vision is tunneled and you dont know what time it is or what is even what.

"oh brother." you groan, stabilizing yourself on the kitchen countertop. you had gotten up from being sprawled on gojo's back on the floor because you wanted a slice of pizza and the journey seemed quite treacherous now. so far, yet so close. you just had to open that pizza box.

until a hand made its way into your vision, opening the box, getting a slice, and offering it up to you. its a pretty hand, a silver ring on the index finger, veins running up it and onto the arms

of suguru

he's smiling fondly at you

"hungry?" he asks in amusement

"yes, thank you." you gulp, otherwise unable to show how flustered you are due to the immense alcohol in your system and insatiable hunger.

once you take the slice from him, geto begins to slide a chair out and helps you land on it considering it was a little high.

he sits across from you on the kitchen island.

"parmesan?" he has the bottle in hand, jeering it to you

"mhm" is all you can say through a muffled mouth and take the parmesan bottle for yourself.

"is this anything like the pizza over there?" he asks again in amusement

"no," you shake your head gruffly, almost groaning from how wonderful the taste is on your inebriated mouth, "but I can appreciate this right now."

you feel as if you've finished your pizza far too soon, knowing that the part of you that's embarrassed is subdued and screaming that you've been far unladylike in front of suguru, who eyed satoru so disapprovingly when he did it.

suddenly,

"you have some..." suguru leans over just a smidge and brushes your cheek with his thumb, "...parmesan dust."

"oh," you try to keep your jaw closed amid the surprise of his actions, "thank you."

"you want another slice?" he nudges his head in the direction of the box next to him, eyes innocently waiting for a response.

he sees you open and close your mouth again, hesitant on a response before he decides for you and gets you another slice.

"you need something else in your stomach to keep the martinis some company." he smiles a little and motions for you to look at the plastered satoru on the floor, "he's done already, so don't worry."

"thank you." you almost pout as an appreciation to his mercy and figure you should ask what was on your mind earlier, after chewing and swallowing a bite gracefully. you were going to be more conscious of this second slice.

"why are you wearing one of haibara's shirts by the way?"

"Oh," his eyebrows only raise a little and he looks down at the extra tight black shirt, "he was trying to imitate those street vendors that make slushies out of regular soda before you three got here."

"and haibara being him, I figure somewhere along the lines it erupted all over you." you giggled a little, imagining the mess

"that you are correct." geto smizes. he then looks around to the various bodies thrown across the room and zones in onto the floor.

"are you ready to go now satoru?" he asks, one brow quirked up, wondering if his best friend heard him or not.

you turn a little to look at him too and he only turns his face so that his cheek is resting against the floor.

"I don't think I'm even ready to get up," he grumbles, "you guys can go without me, I'm fine right here for the night."

feeling alert already at the idea of being alone with geto, you ask satoru if he's sure

"your back is going to hurt a lot in the morning Toru." you plead internally

"don'ttttttt careeee." he burbles

you're about to open your mouth to urge him again, but suguru gets up and nudges your arm lightly, keys already in hand, "don't worry about satoru, he doesn't have anything important tomorrow anyways."

then his hand is reached out towards you, probably to help stabilize you as you get off the ridiculously tall chair.

hazily, you take it and start to follow him out of the apartment and to the parking lot

his back looks really good in that shirt, you note. every muscle is carefully outlined, every movement of his being emphasized.

"hey," he turns his head over his shoulder to peer down at you, "why're you back there."

suguru then reaches a hand behind your back lightly and motions you to walk in front of him.

"oh, my bad," you murmur, having been snapped back into reality.

the rest of the walk to his car is quiet. and when you get there, suguru's leading you to the passenger seat, opening the door for you, and leaning in to buckle you in without even asking if you could do it.

when he starts the car, you see the time on his front screen.

3:43

"oh my god," you gape at the time, then look at geto while he starts to back out.

one hand on the back of your seat.

"hm?"

and that's all it takes for you to resume what you were going to originally say, finding all the scattered gibberish in your brain to form and communicate the thought.

"weren't you telling utahime that you had to get up early for training? it's so late..." you point at the time

"I do," he shrugged, eyes on the emerging road

"I'm sorry," you lightly pout in guilt

suguru gives you a quick once over and he grins so faintly, "I don't mind."

"let me send you money for a coffee or something." you turn in your seat to look at him pleadingly, eyes scanning him for any hint of resentment

he laughs

"I'm flattered," he smirks, amusement lingering in his tone, "but I'm not taking your money."

you slump in your seat at the rejected offer before you remember something and quirk up in your seat a little

"at least let me give you the gift I got you when we get to my place?"

"sounds like the perfect exchange." he nods

when you wake up, its 1 p.m. and you're surprised you slept through the many alarms on your phone.

you remember everything from the night before and you're not hungover, thank god.

oh

you reminisce on the moments you shared with suguru, even the ones you're embarrassed about.

"arghhh why did I force him to walk all the way up for his gift," you groan into your pillow, "wasted like fifteen more minutes of his time."

a small shriek leaves you as you headbutt yourself on the bed, "why did I do that."

its been about a week and a half since haibara's hang out. which has given you enough time to finally get used to being back home. you reorganized your place to accommodate for all the trinkets and decor you brought from Europe and cleaned out your closet.

you finished everything in time for your hangout with satoru

"Hey Toru." you lean down to give him a quick hug from where he's seated snugly, slurping on a sundae

and suguru

"hey." you breathe, not gulping when he gets up and hugs you to greet you.

when you sit down, you notice your heart is racing and your breathing is just a bit labored

probably the long walk over

"we got you strawberry mochi and a matcha latte," gojo mutters through the straw he's still slurping on, eyes zoned in on particularly nowhere? on the table in front of you all.

never separate this man from his sweets...

"oh thank you satoru." you say appreciatively, happy he thought of you

"thank suguru," he mutters back, "he paid."

your eyes drift to suguru, who smiles unphased, and lifts a hand up to minimize the gesture of paying for you, "satoru knew your order already, I just offered to pay."

"oh," you try not seem too disappointed that he didn't go out of his way to know your order, "well, still, thank you."

"it's no problem." he settled back into his seat comfortably

"didn't offer to pay for my sundae." satoru rolled his eyes

geto's eyes creased a little, as if internally smiling, and said, "didn't you eat out almost a third of my fridge yesterday?"

"whatever," satoru rolled his eyes, "buy me a second sundae then, im already finishing this one up."

"I'm not familiar with anything you've just said. are you feeling light-headed?"

"oh puh-lease," satoru starts to nag, "you can hear me just fine. stop acting like an idiot."

suguru fakes a look of confusion and concern, which makes satoru bolt up out of his seat and start heading towards the door to enter the parlor. and you're pretty sure you hear him say something about taking a bite out of your mochi when you're not looking.

the idiocy makes you giggle a little and you don't notice when suguru turns his head from looking over at a grumpy satoru to you, a slight upturn of his lip at being able to make you laugh.

flash!

after a blinding white light attacks your eyes, you're met with five schoolgirls, all with their phones out.

you'd think they'd be ashamed but?

"you guys are going on my Pinterest!" one giggles

another one is laughing almost as if she's on a sugar rush, very manically, "I hope my boyfriend is as hot as him one day. oh my god. aha aha ahahahahah!"

"you're so so so pretty." a ditsy one with a valley accent deadpans, nearing your face and making immense eye contact, "I know that you guys have the hottest sex."

your jaw drops and you look at suguru in shock, embarrassment out the door at being a coupe and more surprised by the actual words these teenagers are spilling out.

suguru's no better, no other movement on his face except for his raised eyebrows and wide eyes.

the ditsy one speaks again before they start to trail off, "I'm using you as hairspo for my next hair appointment."

and it goes in one ear and out the other because your mind is still stuck on the, 'I know that you guys have the hottest sex.'

what the fuck? what kind of crap was she imagining?

what was she thinking about?

hottest sex?

like flashbacks that never happened, vivid images of you on your knees and suguru drilling into you from behind play in your mind quickly.

he's so big in person and the thought is so palpable when he's next to you...

stop!

you feel your cheeks heating up and a shiver runs up your back.

you try to laugh to brush it all off, "they were probably high or something. or just really really extroverted..."

the tips of suguru's ears are the slightest pink as he finally makes eye contact with you.

"yeah," he breathes, "without a doubt."

"what were those schoolgirls yappin about?" satoru asks, a bit careless, as he plops back into his seat, a new sundae in hand

"nothing."

"nothing."

satoru glares a little at the both of you, his brow quirked up a little, "yeah sure."

you're shopping later at the mall with the both of them, a slight awkwardness between you and suguru that the both of you cover up by only really interacting with satoru and not the other unless satoru was involved in the interaction.

satoru is drowning in what looks like eight bags of clothes when he halts your walking and jeers his head towards the store next to him.

Victoria's Secret

"Didn't you come with us so you could buy new stuff here?"

Yes you had.

But that was before a group of teenagers made you feel awkward about discussing/associating anything nearing sex with suguru now.

"yeah..." you try not to stutter as you start to walk in

god, satoru is so unabashed and careless that he's going to accompany you too. and if satoru goes in, so does suguru. if suguru didn't want to, he would surely have to right now or else satoru would question him.

you know what, maybe suguru isn't overthinking it like you are. surely he isn't clinging on to the idea of sex with you.

yes, exactly.

bracing yourself, you walk into the store, pick up a bag, and ready yourself to start filling it up.

you've forgotten about your awkwardness with suguru after a while of being amazed by all the pretty options in front of you

and satoru, for the most part, is quite mature in this store.

for the most part...

"ha, look at those," he points at a mannequin wearing crotchless panties and at the same panties decorating the table beneath it, "get them."

disgruntled and rolling your eyes, you respond, "yeah sure when I'm getting screwed."

"girls wear lingerie for themselves you know."

"yeah I know," you huff, "and I do. but I can wear crotch on lingerie under my clothes. that's just plain old porn panties for not single people."

"you're such a debbie downer," he groans, "if I were a girl, id wear those with or without out a man."

"well, im a girl and you're not so." you say in a sing song voice as you check out a bra in your hands and toss it into your shopping bag.

"wait where's suguru?" gojo says, having noticed that his best friend's presence was quiet.

and that was all it merely was because suguru was scrolling through his phone, seemingly unphased by the store, paying no attention to what you and satoru were looking at.

"oh." gojo shrugs before he moves on to checking out more underwear with you.

and he spots a particularly cute set of babydoll's that you've grown enamored with, staring at all of them.

"those are very cute," your white-haired friend says

"and very expensive," you whine, having seen the price tag on one of them, "I don't know which one I want to take home."

"hm," satoru whirls around and looks between the mannequin wearing the see through pink one and the see through baby blue one.

"hey suguru." he calls out

suguru looks up from his phone and is slightly confused by where satoru's standing.

satoru has his chin in his hand, "which one do you think would look better on her."

suguru faintly gulps and quickly regains his normal calm confidence, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"whichever one she'd feel the best in." his eyes smile for him

"oh don't be a prude," satoru gags before pestering him again, "really, pick one."

"why don't you pick satoru?"

"because I think both are too pretty." his eyes gleam, staring at both of the babydolls in question

suguru sighs then looks at you, who so happens to already be eyeing him down, eyes wide for a response.

"the pink one." he mutters quickly, eyes immediately darting away.

there's a loud sigh of relief from satoru when suguru finally makes a decision and you pick up the pink one sitting at the table.

"I think that's all for me," you breathe, skimming over the rest of the store quickly.

and before you make your way to the register line, you stop near suguru

"thank you sugu."

it's a Friday night that you've got all yourself the next month following the incident with those girls and suguru.

you've shaved, washed and blow dried your hair, did a thorough skincare routine, and put on the babydoll you bought last month.

you feel hot and have plans...in mind.

you've seen a little bit of stuff on twitter just for a spur

and there you are, sitting on your dildo, cheeks heated as you sit up and down on it.

you're unabashedly thinking about suguru.

truth be told, you haven't been able to get him off your mind since those schoolgirls planted the thought of that hot sex with him.

he's just so big and lean.

god

you remember satoru making you go with him to pester suguru while he worked out, considering his gym was next to his apartment complex and he had agreed to invite you both and shoko for a watch party of the scream movies that day.

he looked mad when he trained on his kickboxing, eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark on whatever he was taking out his strikes on.

you figured he'd make a similar face beating your pussy up.

that same trail of sweat making its way down his spine. thigh veins twitching all the same at the force he'd use on you.

"su-"

knock knock

the blood drains from your face and you immediately feel yourself getting dry

"oh my god, who's here at 10 p.m.?!" you whisper shout to yourself as you scram to put your dildo back in its hiding place and through your night robe on.

you take a breather and check through your door's peephole

a big blue eye meets yourself and zooms out when satoru leans back and reveals that suguru is also with him.

you open the door quickly, slightly angry.

"why are you guys here?"

you keep your eyes on satoru, afraid even looking at suguru would reveal somehow that you'd just been vividly imagining sitting on his dick.

satoru seems impressed as he looks at your very short night robe, thighs out in the open and he shrugs, raising a bag of fast food in his hand, "wanted to hang out with you."

unable to refute his friendly gesture, you move so that the both of them can come in.

"you were ready for bed early," he comments, setting down the food on your kitchen island.

"it's ten p.m. satoru." you sigh, spotting that they didn't get drinks, so you try to find some cups for the Diet Coke in your fridge.

you realize they're in a cupboard.

that you'd have to lean up to

you're about to ask satoru to help you, but he's far too focused in setting out the food for all of you and suguru's just there, standing watching you and satoru, mostly you, in awkward silence.

"um, suguru," you pipe

he fully turns his attention to you. argh, you didn't think having 100% percent of his attention would be so drastic than having 80% of it as opposed to earlier, but it did

"can you get some cups from here?" you point at the cupboard, "I'd get them but uh-"

you look down at your very short nightrobe and exposed skin and suguru's ears turn pink at the tips

"yeah, no problem." he says quickly, moving to open the cupboard and gets out three ceramic pink cups.

you, meanwhile, open your fridge and get the Diet Coke jug you've had chilling, thankful you put it in the top shelf and not the bottom, having avoided the risk of bending to get it.

you sit down next to suguru, unfortunately, since satoru took the single seat across.

"so," you start to pour drinks for all of you, "what were you guys up to before this?"

"nothing," satoru mumbles through a mouthful of fries, "we were supposed to watch t.v. at suguru's place but the internet went out in his building."

one of your brows raises, "and you came to hog my t.v.?"

"no," satoru glares at you a little, "the burger place was right by your place and I wanted to stop by."

"plus," he adds, "I didn't bank on you being ready for bed so early."

then something lights up in his head and he stares at you quizzically, a smirk forming, "were you getting off before we got here? is that why you're all dolled up and dressed for bed like you've got first name dil last name do coming over?"

"ugh," you groan, "gross, satoru!"

"shoko and I went with you to buy that eight inch purple girth monster," he laughs, "you were sooooooo on it."

you roll your eyes and decide to ignore him, taking a bite out of the burger in front of you.

"take it easy on her satoru," suguru swoops in softly to defend you, "I remember how disgruntled you were when I found you with the door open during our time as roommates."

"hey! we agreed to never mention that to anyone else!"

you start to laugh, embarrassment only a tinge less than it was before, thanks to suguru.

although their sudden presence had interrupted your orgasm, you looked forward to the moment in which they would leave.

but satoru somehow, being the annoying giant he is, finds a way to make suguru and him stay the night at your place.

"satoru, I don't think my back can support sharing this couch with you." suguru tries to reason

"oh come onnnnn, we've shared less at frat parties before" satoru chippers, beginning to roll himself into a ball in one of your blankets.

pitifully, you share a look with suguru and hand him a blanket.

"sleep well guys." you yawn before turning off the lights and heading to your room.

your very empty room.

and you can feel your panties dampening again.

no you shouldn't.

you get into your bed and stuff yourself under covers, hoping your body gets the message that it needs to sleep.

it doesn't

so you count sheep.

nope

force your eyes closed and hope it just knocks you out.

nope, you were in that weird limbo of sleep and no sleep.

you don't know how much time has passed but you assume its late enough that both of the boys are asleep, so you shoot up out of your bed and lean over to open your nightstand, flipping your covers off in the process.

the desperation never wore off, your panties were drenched and you didn't even have to play with yourself to spread your lubrication or open yourself up a little.

biting the bullet, you lift a leg up with one arm and use the other to press the head of your dildo inside.

your breathing was extra labored, but that was nothing compared to the moans you'd let out if your friends weren't sleeping in the room next door.

then you start fucking it into yourself slowly, inch by inch, and it feels oh so good. even if it was see through, you pull down the straps of your nightgown and let your tits out, letting the air hit them and put you in a further state of vulnerability.

then in a matters of seconds, you're pounding yourself as hard as you can without making a noise from either lips.

your eyes are rolling back and it's hitting that angle so well that-

the relief washed over you faster than expected, orgasm a little ruined because you wanted to relish in the feeling longer.

so there you are, dildo still inside, one hand over your stomach while you let your breathing go back to normal.

"I needed that anyways." you whisper to yourself, feeling your chest heaving up and down.

knock knock

"you've got to be fucking kidding me." you shriek to yourself in the quietest manner possible as you rapidly stash your dildo away and fix your nightgown back on.

you dash to your door and open it a little, only letting the top of your head and eyes peer through the side considering what you were wearing.

there's suguru, hair down and shirt ridden up just a little, face a little surprised at the way you opened the door

"yes?" you ask, quickly peering at his happy trail

"is it alright if I use the restroom?" he asks, a little sleepy

"yeah," you gulp, "just let me get back in bed so I'm not indecent when you come in."

"alright, just tell me when."

and you leap onto your bed, immediately tugging your cover on top of you.

"you can come in." you say meekly, hoping he can't see how disheveled you are. the moon was especially bright tonight and it always lit up your room nicely during nights like this.

suguru opens the door immediately and smiles at you a little as he walks towards your restroom.

you smile awkwardly back

he pees you assume, because you've barely seen three tiktoks on your phone by the time he comes out.

"did I wake you?" he asks while he approaches you on your bed, taking a seat at the end.

having him so near the spot where you just pummeled yourself to orgasm made you shiver a little in fear.

"no," you almost stutter and put your phone down, "I was struggling to sleep."

"so was I" he laughs a little, "satoru sleeps so selfishly."

and your blabber mouth, stupid fake facade that you aren't affected at all by him speaks up.

"you can sleep with me."

you're both caught by surprise at your offer except only suguru expresses it, his eyebrows have raised innocently

and you cough up another remark, "it's not like you can really see what I'm wearing and you can just turn to the other side."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable-" he's about to get up

and you act so stupidly again

"I don't mind suguru, your body needs good rest with all the strain you put on it." and there you are, flipping the covers open from the other side of your bed and tapping it for him to get into.

hesitantly, he gets up from the end of your bed and walks towards the open spot, "are you sure?"

"yeah," you nod, other hand hidden under the cover and gripping the sheets under you, "we've slept cramped up next to each other on road trips. what's the difference with all this space?"

you both know the difference

but he slowly gets under the covers with you anyways, positioning himself on his back, stiff as a board as he looks up and tries not to look at you, well that's what it looks like and you understand why.

"I'm sorry if I snore." you peep, also staring up at the ceiling

suguru turns to look at you a little, "you snore?"

"I don't know..."you respond, following in his lead and peeking at him from the corner of your eyes, "but I'd be really embarrassed if I did."

"well, I'm sorry if I do too." he gives you a small smile, one of those tight lipped ones, no teeth, just the softness the moment in them.

then your phone suddenly starts ringing loudly.

and you scram to shut it off, putting your phone on night mode

"who was that?" suguru peers at you, neck turned more to look at you now.

you gulp, "some guy from paris. I should block him soon anyways."

"you were seeing each other?"

well you did go out with him various times and continuously stayed lots of nights with him. hell you even showered with him a couple times.

"hardly." you brush off

"shoko would talk about you always spending the night at a Claude's place. didn't you text her that you had to pay for your own uber once?" he said it so smoothly, without a thought

you shrink a little into the bed, "well yeah but I never saw him as something serious and we never sealed the deal. I didn't think you'd know about him..."

"shoko often aired out what you'd be texting her in the moment." he breathed, one arm behind his head as he went back to staring at the ceiling again.

"so you know about how hard I partied and stuff?" you asked, hoping that maybe they showed him all your selfies and outfits, casual and sexy.

"yes." he nodded

he seemed so serious and a hopeful part of you wanted to say he seemed...jealous?

does he think you saw a lot of guys on your nights out? what is he thinking?

"I liked it," you started, making the path for a way to comfort him if that was the case, "but I wasn't a big fan of having guys try to pull me to dance with them. I missed you and satoru being there to stop guys from hogging on me."

his ears perk up a little and he looks at you again, almost as if he's waiting for you to continue, so you do, stupidly but it was at attempt

"I'm just glad I'm back with you guys."

"I'm glad you're back too."

"you guys finally freak it?"

you get a sudden whiplash and wake up to find satoru standing at the end of your bed, one leg propped up on it while he brushes his teeth.

you lean up, making sure to cover yourself with the covers and notice the comfort of suguru's arm leaving your head.

HUH

you're at a distance from him, you would've definitely noticed his body pressed against yours, but he's turned in your direction, one long arm splayed out and oh my god

you had been using it as a pillow.

he starts to wake up too at satoru's sudden intrusion and squints sleepily at him, starting to stretch a little. the covers must've shoved off of him a little because you can see his v-line when he groans.

which reminds you that he must've not recalled/felt you on his arm just now. he probably would've been so awkward.

you calm yourself down enough and go back to looking at satoru.

"oh probably not." satoru, with a mouth full of toothpaste, mumbles without a shame after looking at suguru still being fully clothed and your reaction at sleeping on him

"satoru," your vision and brain is still blurry from waking up, "is that my toothbrush?!"

"no," he borbles offended before walking back into your restroom and beginning to clean his mouth out with water, "I have a go-go bag here."

"since when do you have a go-go bag here? and where the hell did you hide it?"

"since you left me your apartment key to take care of your place before leaving," he's already spit out the last of his toothpaste and is sassily walking back to you and suguru, "and I have it in your closet all the way at the top."

you fall back into your bed, rolling your eyes at his weirdness, "why do you still knock then?"

"I have manners?" he looks at you like you just asked a stupid question

"I found his bag in my laundry room." suguru sighs, running his hands through his face.

"well it's impossible to hide anything in your apartment considering we're the same height." satoru rolls his eyes, "haibara's like 5'10 so he can't see that I have mine at the top cupboard above his stove."

"normal habits follow you satoru," suguru sighs, flipping the covers off his lower half and standing up, "but you outrun it."

"track was my thing in high school." he shrugs

you haven't seen suguru since then. it's been two weeks and you've no sight of him. you were hoping he'd make an appearance at satoru's apartment today, seeing as he was hosting a House of the Dragon watch party.

"oh suguru? he's not coming," satoru shrugs as he plops onto his couch, next to shoko and tugs the bowl of popcorn from her, "he's working on his startup. something about a big client needing something by tomorrow."

then it's been another week, no sight of suguru with anyone at any hangout.

you don't feel that optimistic when haibara and satoru beg the group to show up to the club tonight, with pregaming at satoru's apartment.

you're dressed in a tight little white dress when you show up to satoru's apartment, clinging onto shoko's arm because of how cold it was.

and you feel so happy that you still put 100% of effort into getting ready because there was suguru, seated on one of satoru's couches, watching in amusement as haibara attempts to teach satoru how to make a negroni.

your own excitement blinds you and without thinking, you slip in past everyone and stand in front of him.

"I thought you wouldn't be coming tonight." you look at him in slight marvel, astonished that he finally made an appearance

he makes a face of surprise at you, well you think it's surprise at what you said. you probably came off too strong because his ears turned a little red. what else could it be?

god he was taking a little too long to respond. had he been trying to avoid you? was he-

"it wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to leave your protection solely up to satoru would it?"

and just like that his soothing voice brushes over your entire body

"it would not." you giggle a little when you sit next to him, hoping your perfume reaches him and relishing in the fact that his arm was already hung over the part of the couch you inhabited.

"but what have you been up to? I haven't seen you in a while."

suguru's eyes soften at your curiosity, and unbeknownst to you, his heart swelled at the fact that you noticed his absence.

"I've been finishing up a personal project of mine," he says warmly, "if all goes well, I'll probably come close to affording an apartment like satoru's soon."

affording an apartment like satoru's soon?

that's like

a lot of money

a lot

and why is him getting more money in his bank account making you fawn even harder for him

well, the stability, duh.

but you have to act cool

"are you sure you want to live in the same apartment complex as satoru gojo?" you tease?

"I said like," he shoves your leg a little with his own, "I don't think I would be able to stand living under the same roof as him again."

"well I don't think he could either," you giggle, "he says you're too much of a homebody and always say you have food at home."

suguru makes no attempt to defend himself and shakes his head instead at the complaint from his best friend, "I find it wrong to say I'm guilty when there's nothing guilty about cooking your own meals."

"are you good at cooking? I know you posted on your close friends about some meals here and there, but it's been a while since you deactivated your account."

"I'd like to think I'm good," he pauses, looking at you for a moment before continuing, "I'd make a pasta for you but I don't want to challenge the likes of Italy and France."

"now that just sounds like an excuse to not cook for me," you squint your eyes and scrunch your nose at him playfully

"I make no excuses," suguru drinks from the glass of water in his hand, eyeing you with the same playful aura, "I'll let you try if you want, but you can't make any comparisons."

"deal." you huff a little, reaching your hand out towards him.

"deal." he agrees, setting down his glass to shake your hand.

you don't drink a lot in the pregame

or at the club

something about suguru being there, sober, and able to control every moment makes you want to do the same.

so you're surprised that you're not at all even tipsy when you gently grab his hand and motion for him to dance with you amongst the crowd of your friends and other strangers.

it doesn't really feel awkward.

satoru's dragged you plenty of times to dance with him. haibara's kinda twerked on you a couple of times.

how is this any different?

at least that's how your mind approaches it, unphased by the sensual rnb music and your waist in suguru's hand.

when your arms reach around his neck eventually, you note he smells intoxicating, like amber and leather.

when you've known the club to normally be a place where you cause a ruckus with satoru and haibara, this is quite the opposite.

you didn't know you could feel so grounded

maybe it was the lack of alcohol to spur on the party animal in you, but this was fine. your brain felt woozy enough from breathing in suguru's cologne.

it's only when you feel a tap on your back that you and suguru are interrupted.

suguru juts his jaw for you to look behind and when you turn, there's shoko a lighter and a cigarette in her hands. you and suguru follow her outside for her smoke break, the bare minimum for her protection, a norm.

"how come you haven't been following satoru's pace tonight with the drinking?" she sighs melodically as she puts a cig in her mouth and cusps a hand around it while the other lights it.

"um," you avoid suguru's presence, feeling something that you just can't quite point your finger at, "I think im pmsing, so...I don't want to trigger any cramps with the drinking."

"fair enough." she blows out a puff of smoke as she says that

"and when are you going to ever drink again suguru?" she lets her head fall on her shoulder, lazy eyes looking at him.

"when are you going to stop smoking those?" he asks in return, leaning against the wall behind him and looking at the people in passerby considering this was a busy street during the night.

"soon." she shrugs

you and suguru exchange a look between each other at the response. shoko's been saying that since freshman year.

and your small moment is interrupted when you see a frantic utahime waving her hand, nanami and haibara holding up a very pale satoru between them as they walk out of the club and towards you guys.

the three of you meet them at the middle and utahime starts to explain.

"satoru threw up on this vip table trying to make it in time to the restroom..." a slight look of disgust on her face

"you guys know I can't stand the smell of cheap vape smokeeee~"he whines from between his two friends, body slumped over

"oh." you also grimace imagining the situation

"we're going to walk him back to his place." utahime tries to convey with sorry eyes that she's sad the night had to end like this

"it's okay." you say and turn to shoko, "are you going with them?"

her place was on the same side of town as theirs, and they were probably going to stay at satoru's anyway. he had more than three bedrooms and was always ready for sleepovers.

"yeah," she says, moving forward to poke at satoru's chest, almost as if he were a lab rat, "you guys fine to-"

"nice tits pretty girl!" you hear a holler next to your ear

and its some guy walking by with his two other friends, clearly inebriated but its also clearly not enough for him to blame the behavior on it. and his target couldn't be anymore obvious when he's making the nastiest eye contact with you, or more so your chest.

"come again?" suguru says sternly at him, he didn't yell but...

you could hear him well and clear alright.

the guy stops walking and turns to you and suguru, speaking with a sassy stupor, "I said her tits were nice."

you look up behind you and suguru is biting his cheek, something you've never seen from him. you can tell he's mad and so can the other guy.

"you her boyfriend or something?" he smirks, relishing in the way suguru scowls at him as he nears the both of you, "if you're not saying shit ill fuck her little pussy right in front of-"

BAM!

multiple oohs are heard when suguru sucker punches him. and height is the only thing that helps your offender, because he does manage to stay up and land a punch to suguru's nose.

but before you can react and head over to check on him, like lightning, the guy is the ground after suguru hands him an uppercut.

and there goes satoru, vomiting on the side of the road too.

which you don't seem phased by because suguru just defended your honor, and won, so quickly.

but you're also really worried because his nose is bleeding when he turns around.

ignoring the pain of your heels finally setting in, you click clack over to him and move the hand he's using to grab at his nose so you can inspect him.

you're not sure if he can tell you're somewhere between feeling lusty and worried when he looks down at you, but he looks serious still as he makes eye contact with you.

and satoru barfs even more

"I can't handle blooddddd~" he cries which ushers a panicked utahime into calling shoko over and asking if you'd be fine heading back with suguru, making sure he's fine at the end of it.

when they start heading off, you pull out your phone from your purse, "let me get us an uber to your place."

your hands are shaking a little in adrenaline and you jump a little when suguru swipes your phone from your hand and hands you his, uber app already open.

he's continuously wiping his nose as he painfully murmurs, "not letting you leave my place alone, I'll drop you off at yours first, put your address, I'll pay."

worriedly, you want to deny him, but the thought is intimidated out of you when he stares you down.

"ok-okay." you speak a little shakily

so much for you thinking you'd be cool and calm in a situation like this.

you dragged suguru into your apartment the moment you got to your place. you had finally noticed the small cut on his nose bridge and near his eye and really insisted on patching him up.

you also were scared that he'd somehow get a brain bleed and die on the way home out of sheer anxiety. so you wanted to keep an eye on him for a while to keep your mind at ease.

suguru is sitting at the edge of your bed, watching as you rummage through your restroom for your first aid kid. and when you finally find it, you're rushing to him and setting it down next to him, beginning to filter through it for the alcohol wipes.

"close your eyes," you ask breathlessly, still feeling the after effects of your adrenaline, "I don't want to irritate your eyes accidentally."

suguru listens to you and closes his eyes, a slight grimace already on his face in preparation for the sting you're about to bring to his cuts.

he hisses a little when you press on them

"sorry."

"it's okay." his eyes scrunch a little and you can see his hand on his lap, opening and closing as a reflex to the sting.

then you take out the antibiotic ointment to start spreading a little on his wounds. his body relaxes a little when he sees that the bothersome part is over and he keeps his eyes open, watching you.

you feel so hot under his gaze, you can't help but blabber when you're in the process of putting cream on his nose bridge

"you really have been putting the work in at kickboxing huh." you say awkwardly, trying to do a fake laugh, but

"did I scare you?"

suguru's burning a hole into your face with how intensely he's looking at you

you almost choke on your breath

"no."

"you were shaking when you were typing your address on my phone."

oh he noticed

you didn't want him to misunderstand

"well you didn't scare me, but I was scared for you, still am. I don't want you to drop dead on the street." you answer a little shakily, having forgotten to reach for the small bandaids.

"besides what girl gets scared of the guy who defends her honor..." you add

"shoko almost gagged when nanami made a guy apologize to her." he quips

"well that's shoko," you shrug and look off to the side, "I liked it."

you're about to reach for the bandaids when his hand on is holding onto one of your arms, gentle but it sustains all your attention.

"what do you mean?"

"well we all know shoko's a lesb-"

"no, when you said you liked it."

explaining that to him is complicated. when you said that you liked it you know that you mean that your panties got a little sticky watching him spit out blood that tried to seep into his mouth from his nose. the memory makes you subconsciously rub your thighs together. but you'll just brush it off as a normal like, as in it flattered you.

unbeknownst to you, suguru spotted the movement between your legs.

"it was flatte-"

"then why do you look so nervous trying to tell me that?"

a bit exasperated and heavily flustered, you stomp your foot a little and avoid looking at him, "suguru, please stop. you're making me nervous."

"what's there to be nervous about?"

"we're just friends." he adds

and his eyes light up watching when your own shoot towards him, your offense front and center.

and for the first time, you can see how he looks at you with so much yearning?

"am I wrong?"

christ, has he always looked at you with this much desire?

you're speechless and even though the signs are pointing towards the obvious, you still form a sentence that spares your feelings.

"do you want to be wrong?"

"yeah."

you feel shaky again

and it's not because you're scared.

"can you please stop looking at me like that?" you beg, avoiding his eyes again, almost about to hyperventilate from the pressure his stare is putting on you.

he grabs your other hand and leers you close to him, breath tickling your neck since you're so stubborn on not looking at him.

"do you still want to be friends?" he asks

and even though it sounds seductive and suave, you can make out the slight genuine yearning to know if that's what you want.

so you look at him again, trying to swallow the nervous lump in your throat

"you know how I feel." you plead

"no I don't," he laughs a little painfully, "I've never said anything because I don't know, so tell me."

you stare at each other for a while, his patience everlasting as you muster up the courage to say something that shouldn't be so embarrassing.

"I don't want to be friends."

"do you want me to go home?" he asks, thumbs rubbing circles on your wrists.

and its the quickest answer you've given him so far

"no."

and you want it

bad.

so so so bad.

but you have to get the question off of your chest.

"what-what do you want to be?"

"each other's if you'll have me." he breathes, looking up at you still

he's saying all the right things. and he's here. you're freshly shaved and waxed and wearing the hottest lingerie under this. fucking hell you wouldn't even need foreplay to take him right now, you're preening at the thought of having him.

"do you think satoru packs condoms in his go-go bag?"

it just slips out of your mouth so easily and you want to be embarrassed, but you're to eager for that.

"I know he does." suguru gets up quickly, eyes darting to your closet and then to you, "are you sure?"

and it's like some sort of instincts take over because you take the hands that are holding yours and place them on your tits, motioning for him to squeeze them.

"I'm really sure."

the action has him baffled, a pink flush face you've never seen on him while he stands there taken aback. it gives you a little confidence to remove his hands and take off your dress. then you let him watch as you get on the bed, sitting on your heels as you take his hands in yours again to plead.

"I want you in me suguru."

"fuck." he curses, before rushing towards your closet and yanking the infamous go-go bag and tossing it next to the bed. he starts to take his shirt off soon after, immediately reaching for your face when he gets into the bed with you

he's a sensual kisser. sensual as in you're pretty sure it'd be illegal to kiss him in public.

he kisses like he's fucking your mouth with his own. and it has you shivering into his touch, pussy aching for him to fill you up.

you pull him in by the belt loops of his jeans and whine, "take it out please."

your words make him groan into your mouth and he reaches one hand down to help yours unzipper his pants and push them down.

you feel his raw length slap across and press onto your mound when he grinds against you

"you haven't done this before right." he almost says darkly as he stares down at where your bodies would be meeting soon.

"no." you moan, watching him as he stuffs his dick under your panties and slides it back and forth on your pussy lips.

he shivers at the contact and dips his head into your neck, mouthing and biting at the skin there, "fuck, you're actually drenched."

and for a moment, you both get rigid at the euphoric feeling of his tip catching on your hole so easily.

"I'm not sure I'm going to last long with you right now," he all but exhales shakily, hips still moving back and forth against you

"that's fine, just keep going."

and he's about to reach over in the bag for a condom when your lust takes over so much that you stop him and line him up with your hole.

"just do it like that please."

he moans as your ministrations and looks at you for reassurance, "are you sure?"

you can tell he's fighting so hard not to move

"just use my pussy please suguru, I need it so bad." you complain, reaching down to pull your panties further to the side, chest heaving from carnal need for him.

suguru leans closer to pull your see through bra down, and begins to suck harshly on one of your nipples when he starts bullying his cock into you.

you can feel every vein when he starts to sink into you and fuck, his tip is so snug and big, the feeling of it ridging against your insides every time he brings it in and out is dizzying.

you're so focused on the feeling of his thick dick filling you up that you've barely noticed how suguru's folded your legs back. both of you now entranced in the way he's balls deep in you, a loud wet pap sound accompanying every thrust of his.

"you like that sweet girl?" he heaves through deep fast thrusts, mesmerized by the way your stomach moves just a little every time he bottoms out.

words aren't something you're capable of right now because when you try to respond, all you let out is shriek

this is nothing compared to the way you've tried to pummel yourself with your dildo. his hands are everywhere and he's got you right where he wants you. you can't escape him.

and when you thought he couldn't his pace and force grows stronger.

you're basically screaming now.

"yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes." is all you can say, so dumb on his cock that you can't help but want more and more

"fuck, don't talk like that," he groans, almost as if to himself, "I'm gonna end up creaming your pussy if you keep that up."

"cream it please." you beg loudly, "wanna feel us get messy."

your tongue is basically salivating at the though of his balls coated in cum and slapping against your clit, strings of mess forming from how intense it is.

and he starts twitching into you, rushing to kiss you as he pumps inside of you. thank goodness, it feels like its spilling out of you in heaps.

you're so happy, so so happy.

"let's do doggy yeah?" you pull him in by wrapping an arm around his neck, grinding your hips against him for more

"whatever you want," he nearly whines, pulling out of you just so he can flip you over and push your back down.

you feel hornier like this, pussy more exposed and growing needier with the feeling of his cum seeping out of you. it makes you wiggle your ass for him to fuck you more already.

and without warning he does just that, slipping into you again and gripping your ass so hard when he starts using you like a fleshlight.

"fuck, yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes," he mumbles to himself, "tiny fucking wet pussy. love it so fucking much. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."

you're thoughtless, just utterly brain dead from how hard he's going on you, from how much your pussy is getting split open again and again.

this goes on for hours, so many positions covered by you and suguru. foreplay was never involved at all during that time, neither of you wanting to go without feeling each other so crudely connected for more than a second.

you actually fall asleep cockwarming him even, the both of you too stubborn to stop that you fell asleep still trying to get it on.

neither you or suguru hear the jingle of your apartment door being opened later that day. both too fucked out and tired to wake up.

but you do hear when the door to your own bedroom opens, and suguru quickly gets on the defensive, covering you with your bedsheets and about to-

"satoru!" you both yell.

"woah," you hear laughing through the door, "you guys really stayed up all night fucking? everybody's been calling you guys since two."

[lovegasmic]

𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬▶ WELCOME HOME, CALEB 𝗩𝗛𝗦

‘ zayne x fem!reader x caleb ’ love and deepspace

⌞ PG-18 ⌝ — based off Caleb’s first scenes but with the current reunion◞ double penetration◞ thigh fucking◞ cunilingus◞ fingering ◞ squirting ◞ kitchen sex ◞ blowjobs ◞ creampie◞ tips touching◞ three way kisses◞ there is a little tension between Caleb and Zayne◞ and Caleb is a tease / sarcastic but not mean◞ w plot !

“let’s invite Zayne over for dinner”

you still remember that day clearly, when things were perfect, having shared a yummy lunch with Caleb and Grandma before everything went crashing down.

who could have through that lingering promise would have turned into a “let’s invite Caleb for dinner” instead.

surprised was not even the correct word to express how you felt upon reuniting with Caleb once again, shock, confusion, happiness, all emotions previously bottled up now bursting as you ran to embrace the man you had missed deeply.

“Zayne will be running a little late” you explain to Caleb who is currently standing next to you while helping chop a few vegetables, giving some extra attention to the carrots, “there was an emergency at the hospital”

Caleb couldn’t care less, to be honest, hiding the fact that he would very much rather spend the whole day with you alone, but alas, some time before the black haired man arrived was also welcomed.

“oh, really?” he hums, grabbing yet another carrot to chop, nonchalantly with a slight hint of a smile on his face, “it’s a pity, he works too much, doesn’t he? he’s probably getting wrinkly already” his words are so filled with amusement, like an inner joke he is not willing to share.

“don’t tease him” you scold him gently, “but yes, Zayne is often overworked, he never listens when I ask him to take breaks”

“he is a girls repellent, they don’t like workaholics” Caleb starts, almost as if he was testing the waters while you turned to wash a few used utensils so couldn’t see his eyes following you to gauge your reaction, “girls like attentive guys…, guys who can cook…, don’t you think” was he… praising himself?

“well—” Caleb scoffs a little loud, a sound you would have heard if it weren’t because the door suddenly was pushed open and Zayne walked in, with a bag in his hand and sliding his glasses into the shirt pocket with the other.

“oh, Caleb, it’s good to see you again” the doctor’s tone is as flat as you expected, yet he still approaches to greet the other man whose only thoughts are why did Zayne had the code to your apartment, why is Zayne so comfortable in your house, why is Zayne placing his hand on your waist while walking past you.

Caleb is not liking this at all.

“yeah” the smile gets back in place with a hint of annoyance that lasts a second, “good to see you too, Zayne”

the latter’s attention shifting to you almost immediately, now there is a soft smile while leaning next to you to check what’s in the oven, then the bag he was carrying is left on the counter, “i got some—”

“macaroons” Caleb chimes in with that smirk that borderlines on bickering, “i’m not surprised”

Zayne’s eyes lay on the other man, looking a tad bored even, then down on the counter with an almost imperceptible raise of a brow, “and you are still obsessed with carrots, i’m not surprised either”

“she loves them” Caleb motions to you while his eyes lock on Zayne’s

“i can’t—”

“she likes macaroons better”

“that’s you, actually—” you get to whisper under your breath, the atmosphere thick with unexpected tension.

“we grew up together” Caleb retorts, “i know her better”

“i also grew up with her”

“but not as long as me”

“are you sure about that?”

“stop!” you finally raise your voice and both of them turn to look at you with expressions softening like puppies who just got scolded, “why are you fighting? this was supposed to be a nice dinner” your voice lowers with a sigh as you lean over the counter with both hands on the surface.

Zayne is the first to speak, resting a hand on your lower back, “i’m sorry”

and Caleb joins, saying your name very gently while bringing a hand to cup your nape, “i’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to ruin things” then he plants a kiss on the top of your head, to which Zayne replicated with a kiss on your shoulder, their affection making you shiver slightly.

but you don’t reply yet, having a hint of a pout on your mouth that both men find absolutely adorable, starting to leave more kisses across your skin, Zayne trailing up your neck to your ear while Caleb went down to kiss your neck and collarbones, unable to stop the soft whines that left your lips. and they continue, taking the cute little sounds you make as encouragement, “so cute” Caleb murmurs, with a hand coming to squeeze your waist and rub under your shirt with a thumb.

Zayne on the other hand, trails his hand up and down your back, settling on top of your butt and gently tugging you closer to the both of them.

“I didn't mean to upset you” is Zayne who speaks first, lowering his head to take a better look into your face and slowly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

which Caleb takes as a challenge, mimicking the other man to stare into your eyes with a smile, “come on, pipsqueak, forgive me” then presses a kiss on your lips, a chaste one that leaves you slightly surprised, unable to properly understand what just happened before Zayne repeats the act, the frown on his face almost imperceptible because of the way they’re constantly kissing you without giving you a moment to think.

until both crash and you are left utterly speechless when they both kiss you, with hands on your hips and waist, tongues sticking out to meet the other two in what you can just catalogue as the lewdest kiss you’ve ever gotten, unsure of whether of it’s Zayne or Caleb whose hands grope your ass, whose the one sliding a hand under your shirt until it comes to lay under your boob and you moan against their eager mouths.

the kiss does not stop, it’s so messy, with saliva, tongues and teeth, muffled groans of delight solely from kissing your soft lips.

“you taste delicious” Caleb parts with a pant, as if he has just ran a marathon and would do it again, all while Zayne takes the opportunity to kiss you himself, still without much words, yet cupping the back of your neck to tilt your head back and devour your mouth, sloppily and uncharacteristically messy for a doctor of his level.

kisses get peppered on your neck next, lower and lower while your other best friend starts to slowly open your blouse buttons, his tongue leaving a burning trail that soon cools against the air from where his saliva touches the skin of your chest, down the valley of your tits. his hands being too skilled and Zayne’s kiss leaving you breathless that your lust filled brain barely registers the other man’s hands undoing your bra, too impatient to even take it off so he just pushes the soft fabric up and attaches his lips to a nipple, sucking eagerly and barely nibbling on the sensitive flesh, sending waves of slick down your already drenched panties.

“ah, fuck—” you moan against Zayne’s mouth, who eagerly receives the sound with a low growl of his own, slow and very gently sliding the hand —you now realize was Zayne’s all along— down the curve of your ass and under the skirt, barely teasing the crotch of your panties with a single finger that dips in between your folds through the flimsy fabric.

moans only grow, getting a little choked with how dizzy both of them made you feel.

Caleb’s lips are so eager, so soft and warm, leaving each nipple utterly sensitive and coated in saliva as he moaned against your skin, unconsciously helping Zayne keep your skirt up around your waist as he slowly knelt in between your legs, nose bumping against Zayne’s fingers and your lower lips that were so visible through the soaked panties, “fuck, love… you smell divine” his voice so deep and makes your knees buck, and forces Zayne to finally release your mouth with a gasp as his green eyes flickered to the sight of Caleb between your legs, eagerly tugging down on your panties until the fell on the cold ground with a soft ‘splat’ due to how wet they were.

you whimper at the coldness, which gets quickly replaced by Caleb’s lips attaching to your clitoris, sucking the engorged nub, “C-Caleb! a-ah yes” your cries are heavenly for both men, who can feel their cocks getting even harder at your sounds, smell, and they way your cute body shook.

Zayne is quick to help, latching his lips to your earlobe and nibbling, making sure to wrap an arm around your waist to keep your body upright as his finger found your empty and fluttering hole, “so wet, so pretty” his voice is deep, caressing your ear like his fingertips does with your hole before dipping inside, “and so tight…”

“Zayne!” you mewl, now, holding onto Caleb’s hair with a hand and Zayne’s wrist with the other, a few seconds away from letting out a sob bubble out your throat.

“good?” and you nod, gasping at each delicious thrust and curling motion of the fingers inside your gushing cunt that squelched vulgarly, alongside the sounds of the man between your legs, slurping and sucking on your clit and folds as his life depends on it, occasionally brushing against the other man’s fingers which makes him groan.

there is slick dribbling down your legs, which Caleb eagerly laps up with a low, murmured, “fucking delicious” before his lips are on you again, there’s a cacophony of sounds, to which the sound of belts soon join and a muffled growl against your folds, before you can hear a soft ‘shlick’, fluttering your eyes open to be greeted with the sigh of Caleb between your legs and his arm moving desperately between his own.

“can I…” Zayne breaks your line of thought, pressing a kiss on your nape and the tip of his now bare and drenched cock rubs against the back of your thigh, immediately understanding what he was asking for and you nod.

Caleb stands finally, with lips coated in slick, aggressively fisting his own fat and veiny cock that already leaks precum before he is kissing you now, sharing the taste of your juices and a hand tight on the hair in the back of your head to keep your head still.

“you taste so good” Caleb mumbles with what you can just explain as a drunk hazed smirk, and you’re no far from it, with half lidded eyes, moaning wantonly while a little line of saliva dribbles down your cheek at Zayne’s two fingers abusing your cunt, managing to hit the delicious spongy spot that had your hole gushing waves after waves of slick all over his hand and a bit on the floor.

your hands land on Caleb’s shoulders, tugging for another kiss at the same time Zayne’s thick cock slides between your legs, keeping them squished for a better grip.

“stay like that” he murmurs so low and dark that you, once again, get impossibly wetter, soaking his cock that’s perfectly nestled between your folds and bumping on your clit with each thrust.

it really is flattering how both of them get whipped by you so easily, with Zayne moving faster and faster until your body gets also rocked back and forth, and his cockhead brushes against Caleb’s in front of you, making them both moan and you whine at the sound, throwing your hips back to get a little more friction, “m-more, please, I need to cum” you almost beg, and a hand lands on your clit, offering to rub you through an orgasm but you refuse, “no, i— ah!”

Caleb cups your face with a hand, a little tighter than necessary but his dark and blown pupils stare at you, “what do you need?”

Zayne stops too, rubbing on your lower abdomen so sweetly, “your cock” you murmur and precum dribbles down your thigh.

“whose?”

“both…” you barely murmur, letting another moan leave with how tight Zayne’s hands get on your hips.

“are you sure?”

“yeah… maybe… one at first?”

and they both agree, now Caleb sitting atop the kitchen counter, legs spread and your eager and warm mouth wrapped around his long cock that fills every inch of your mouth, veins pulsing in a warning of an imminent orgasm that he forces to stay down until he has a taste of that sweet cunt too.

“oh, darling, oh fuck” you never could have expected for Zayne to be so vocal, moaning against your neck while he basically humps your pussy with tiny thrusts that keep him deep, but they are so aggressive, so needy that you get pushed further against Caleb’s cock lodged down your throat, and a few tears fill your eyes at the stretch.

“ah, yeah, shit…” is the latter who moans now, grabbing a fistful of hair and keeping your mouth still, drooling all over his pelvis, “i need to fuck your cunt now, Zayne move over”

there is a little grumble from Zayne but he obeys, pulling you back against his chest that is now just covered by a shirt, you gasp and pant at the amounts of air that fill your lungs, allowing for Caleb to stand up in front of you, he was completely naked unlike Zayne and you who just had a skirt and socks on right now.

they tilt your head at the same time, lips crashing like minutes ago, making you so dizzy that you can barely register how they both lift you up, having you squished in the middle, thighs spread wide and swinging over their big arms.

“c-careful” you murmur through the mess of tongues upon feeling another cock poke on your clitoris, teasing the slick soaked skin and down your full and overly stretched hole that pulses around Zayne.

“i���ll be gentle” Caleb smirks, prodding against your abused pussy and slowly but steadily getting inside, the three moan simultaneously, the stretch too wide but still as inhumanly good, the feeling of their cocks rubbing together was sending shivers down their spines but none of the men was willing to say it out loud, barely nibbling on their bottom lip to keep the sounds down.

“so… tight” Zayne murmurs with open mouthed pants against your nape.

“you feel… ah… so amazing… what a heavenly pussy” Caleb comments next, keeping your thighs wide so his balls finally press flush against Zayne’s and your needy cunt.

“y-eah…! s’ full” your words are slurred, eyes crossing already and barely having time to think before they are moving and tossing you around, too pussy drunk to stop as they use you like a rag doll, up and down, sometimes in circles that has your toes curling and chest glistening with sweat and saliva that leaves your mouth wide open, almost dumb.

they groan unabashedly, muttering praises to your gorgeous cunt for sucking on their cocks so good, like a damn fuckin’ vice, refusing to let them go even if your brain shuts down, “s’ good, s’ fuckin’ good, feel funny…”

they have never seen a sight so pretty, your eyes crossed and filled with tears, tits jiggling and nipples hard in blissful pleasure.

there are a few jets of liquid gushing from your pussy, too stupid to even realize you’ve been cumming on their cocks already, they’re tiny but makes both of them groan when louder, hips snapping brutal and vulgarly against your over sensitive and used pussy, that keeps cumming nonstop.

Zayne has a hand on your pelvis, barely above your pussy, pushing in the skin to keep you flush and somehow feeling the movements of your insides being fucked by their fat cocks, making you squeeze them tighter.

“i’m going to cum” Caleb mutters with a hoarse tone, his forehead is covered in sweat and his head low, jaw slacked to let out those pleasure sounds, “can’t last longer, this pussy is too good”

Zayne does not want to admit how embarrassingly close he is as well, gritting his teeth while his hips snap a bit harder, making his flesh slap against your ass that’s sore by this point.

two, three more minutes and they fill you to the brim, tips pushing into that spot that is just so deep and you come crashing with a scream, soaking their lengths and balls with squirt while they both fill your womb with semen, so thick and so much you feel like throwing up.

no one speaks for what feels like hours, trembling in the middle of the kitchen floor, until Caleb speaks, “i hope… we can do this dinner again” his voice is low against your neck, and soon the smell of burnt food fills the air.

i’ve been wanting to write for them since so long so if its ooc I apologize ajsgshs

[biteofcherry]

Touch the Darkness

dark mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: When you unexpectedly are appointed to run a health center, you foresee many struggles along the way, but not one in the form of a merciless mob boss. Steve Rogers’ core aim is to own and he won’t take no for an answer. To any of his demands.

warnings for this chapter: dark!Steve Rogers; possessiveness; power imbalance; forced marriage; D/s undertones; jealous Reader (though she claims otherwise); non-lethal poisoning; sex; turned on by violence;

word count: 6.8k

Author’s Note: I know you've waited a bit for this next chapter. I didn't exactly have trouble writing it, my muse was simply interested in other projects. But I'm always a hoe for dark Steve, so returning to him was inevitable. As it was inevitable for Steve's dick darkness to start corrupting Reader in small doses. Or, maybe, he gives her boldness to act out on instincts she would otherwise suppress, because they're not proper 😏 For a brighter side - Princess gains a genuine new friend! 🥰

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Chapter 8. Tempestuous as the sea

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You could blame the slow process of writing on the tiredness, but it was honestly the fault of delicious macaroons you’ve been reaching for every single sentence. At least with the sweet bite the mundane typing of a bland report felt a little more exciting. Once you ate the final macaroon, only the boring part would remain. 

Of all the excitement and challenges that came with running a health center, the bureaucratic side of it was truly exhausting. 

A knock on the door of your home office startled you mid bite. 

Before you swallowed and managed to invite him in, Steve was already pushing the door open and strolling inside.

You glared at him, but didn’t comment on the intrusion. Knowing your husband, he’d say that he came in your pussy just this morning and you had no objections to it, so why fuss over a damn office. 

Pointing out that you didn’t exactly invite him into your pussy either, was a futile argument. Especially since you didn’t stop him, or even elbow him in those perfect, stupid abs of marble. 

Quite the contrary. You rocked back against him and begged, until he rolled you fully onto your front and savaged you. 

You were still disgusted with yourself for that. As well for the sex two nights before. And the one in the shower. Or the Sunday humiliation, when it became clear that the chef was in the kitchen preparing your fancy dinner while you were screaming the house down as Steve wrung three orgasms out of you, one after the other. 

So disgusted. And still giving in to the temptation that was the devil himself. 

Who walked around your desk and leaned against it, looking down at you curled in the chair and with your cheeks stuffed with sweets. 

A strange feeling knotted your stomach. 

You were barefoot, wearing a pair of leggins and a hoodie. Crumbs of gooey sweetness were sticking to the corners of your mouth. Steve was barefoot, too; which meant he came home for the rest of the day, with no plans of leaving. He had a plain, tight T-shirt paired with dark jeans, his leather jacket already taken off. He stared at your face, only briefly glancing at the almost empty plate of macaroons.

This scene was so… domestic.

Instead of unwrapping that terrifying thought, you diverted your attention to the royal red envelope in Steve’s hand. A beautiful calligraphy shimmered in gold. 

“What’s that?” You asked, swallowing the rest of your macaroon. 

Unexpectedly, Steve leaned forward. Tip of his tongue licked at the corner of your mouth, swiping the sticky sweetness. Then it plugged between your lips that opened on a soft gasp.

The kiss was short, but intense and depraved. As it always was with Steve. And your treacherous body chased it as he pulled back.

“Lemon would pair better.” He hummed, resuming his previous stance.

“What?” You blinked, confused. Your head was still swimming in dizzy fog from that unexpected kiss. As well from the fact nothing more followed.

You were married, but there was nothing marital about your relationship with Steve. There were no sweet kisses good morning or goodbye, or hugs and cuddles. If either of you initiated physical contact it was to fuck. 

But now no touching, or undressing followed. The unexpected kiss remained just that - a shard of affection a normal newlywed couple might show each other.

It messed with your mind. And pulled at a cord in your chest.

“With your taste.” Steve explained; corners of his mouth curling in a hungry smirk.

Which, really, should be followed by his mouth descending on other parts of you. 

Instead, your body filled with heat both from the kiss and his words while Steve returned to tapping the envelope against his thigh, unbothered. 

Swallowing, you pushed that spark of need down. Steve was already too aware of how eagerly your body responded to him. Especially, since you stopped fighting it too much when the desire sparked low in your core. You weren’t going to further your humiliation. 

“So what’s with that?” You asked, pointing at the red envelope. 

“An invitation.” Steve showed you the beautifully addressed front. “For Mr and Mrs Rogers.”

You ignored his pleased smirk when he said the last part. It still evoked annoyance. The realization other people were now calling you by his last name fueled that irritation. 

“To Stark’s annual post expo gala.” He said it with a roll of his eyes.

Clearly, he wasn’t thrilled. You doubted it was because he had no regard for technology and knowledge. As much as you hated to admit it, Steve Rogers was exceptionally smart and up to date with many areas of expertise. 

From what you learned about your husband over the weeks, he wasn’t a fan of boring, social chit-chat and fake politeness. Which is why he preferred his direct, brutal methods of communication. But even he couldn’t fully escape socializing with the people he had on payroll and leash. 

“I assume it’s expected of me to go with you,” you glared at him, even though a small spark of excitement flickered in your chest.

You’ve been to a few fancy parties and fundraisers, but to attend something of this caliber was a thrilling novelty. 

For one, you’d get to dress up. You liked it, once in a while, to feel like a modern sort of Cinderella, who gets to swirl around in a pretty dress and eat expensive snacks. Secondly, it was a tempting opportunity for you as a director of the health center to lure in new benefactors. The project you’ve been working on was one that would need a solid dose of funding. 

There was also the aspect of meeting people in similar fields. Stark’s expo focused on technology mostly, but that area leaked into medical fields, as well. There were a lot of neuroscience breakthroughs in the past years, which served psychiatric and psychological fields. It could prove beneficial, if you spoke to some experts.

“Princess,” Steve tilted his head, “fuck the expectations.”

You almost sagged in disappointment.

“But-” he continued- “I have a few things to settle with some people and they will be there. It saves me a lot of time to do it there. And since I’m going, you are going, too.” 

He dropped the envelope onto the desk then cupped your chin with his hand. You hated how you didn’t hate the jolt of pleasure his touch evoked. 

“First official outing as newlyweds, Princess. Gotta make an impression.” There was near cruel mirth in his blue eyes.

“Pffft!” You snorted, attempting to pull away from his grip. You still haven’t fully accepted that once Steve had his hand on you, he was unlikely to relent.

Well, your mind didn’t accept it. Your body has become a whore for it. 

“I doubt I’ll be making any sort of impression on the corrupted men who kneel for you,” unless they were disgusting pigs interested in ogling Steve’s sidepiece. “Though I guess I could use you, for a change. Your name could be impressive enough for some schmucks to donate to the center.” 

“Tell them you’re mine and they’ll fund you three centers.” Steve said it so casually, without any hint of cockiness. In his eyes, it was a simple truth. 

“I’m not yours,” you hissed, more annoyed at the heat you felt creeping over your skin.

At that Steve smirked. 

He released your chin and stood up. He didn’t even counter your claim, as if it was the most pitiful lie that didn’t require any argument because neither of you believed it. 

He stole one macaroon before leaving your office. 

You quickly stuffed your mouth with the only macaroon left, in case he would take that away from you, too. Then you returned your gaze to the project document. Suddenly, with the prospect of potential donors, you felt a new wave of energy and motivation to write it all out. 

You clung to the claim that it was the same motivation filling you with excited lightness as you donned on a beautiful evening dress three weeks later. Adamant on enjoying the fancy party and working for the center’s goals, you pushed away the nagging thoughts of going there as Steve’s wife. 

Not that you thought anyone would be interested in that, anyway. You weren’t a famous socialite, or a model, and you considered Steve to be terrifying enough that no one would imagine him getting married. Much less gossiping about it.

The smaller argument you weaved - about you not even matching your outfits, ergo no one would recognize you as a couple - died the moment you descended the stairs to where Steve was already waiting for you. 

The only time he wore a suit was at your wedding. His usual style was rougher, more practical and intimidating. A jagged chunk of volcanic rock, still pulsing with burning lava. So it was quite shocking to see him in a dark blue two piece that was cut so perfectly that his broad shoulders and tapered waist seemed more prominently outlined than when he wore jeans and tight shirts. 

The shade of his suit was dark enough to hold that dangerous, intimidating aura, but the shiny blue hue matched your choice of dress perfectly. 

He was the night sky to your moon glow. 

Steve didn’t mask the hunger in his eyes as he looked at you. Though you were thankful he didn’t utter anything about not making it to the gala, because he wanted to sate that hunger. 

He did, however, order you to turn around; with that rough, low voice that had your clit tingling. Despite the vow you made to yourself two months ago, to not so easily comply with his commands, you did as asked. You found yourself staring at your reflection in the large mirror in the entryway, your body heating up from the sudden lewd imagery of what could happen if Steve put his hands on you. Would he make you watch as he…

His ice blue eyes sparked a dark satisfaction, undoubtedly reading your body well enough to suspect where your thoughts have wandered.

But he didn’t mock you. Instead, his touch was a gentle brush that evoked goosebumps as he placed something shiny and heavy on your chest. 

He clasped the white gold necklace at the back of your neck as you stared at the incredible rock nestled in a cushion of diamonds that were so crystal white they appeared to be frosty snow. 

The rock in the middle was a hue of sundown orange, mostly transparent, but with a flame encapsulated within. Like the heart of a star. 

“Once upon a time,” Steve’s fingers trailed over your exposed collarbones and down along the delicate chain of the necklace. “There were six rarest jewels in the world. Called the infinity stones.”

Memory of Batroc asking about them flashed in your mind and you held your breath. 

The rumors were true, then. Steve was the ghost from the legend, who tore through the Greek magnate’s citadel and stole the rarest gems, without leaving a trace. If this was one of them, were the rest nestled in the rings on his fingers like you presumed once before? 

“This one is called the soul stone.” Steve traced the outline of the pendant with his fingertip, dipping it into the valley between your breasts. Your nipples hardened instantly.

“Fitting, since you’re the devil who stole mine,” your retort had no bite. Not with how breathless you sounded.

Steve chuckled, slipping his hand over your breast and lower. His fingers splayed across your belly as he pressed closer against you. His breath was a warm tickle on your skin as he brushed his lips along the column of your throat.

“I stole more than that, haven’t I, Princess?” He smirked at the flash of fear in your eyes, which dissolved into stubborn defiance. 

“Yes. My peace and chance at happiness.” You glared at him in the mirror. Which didn’t dent his amusement. 

With a chuckle, Steve kissed your neck then scraped his teeth over the spot. Thankfully, not hard enough to leave any evidence, but making your pussy clench. 

You scurried away towards the exit, before he decided to humiliate you by leaving a hickey that anyone could see. 

You tried not to show how Steve’s touch on your lower back affected you, neither on your way to the car, nor when you entered the lavish gala at the Stark Tower. You doused the warmth of comfort with a flute of champagne when Steve spent the first solid hour keeping you at his side and introducing you to various people. As his wife.

It was only after you two returned to the main hostess and Tony’s wife, Pepper, who greeted you at the entrance and then smoothly roped you into a social conversation, that Steve murmured something about attending to business.

He left you with a brief kiss to your cheek and a brush of his fingers sliding from the small of your back over your ass. Unapologetic about doing it publicly.

You narrowed your eyes, glaring at his retreating form. 

“Ah, newlyweds.” Next to you, Pepper let a dramatically dreamy sigh. 

Your gaze shifted to her, only to notice she was most amused. Unlike some of the women whom you were introduced to, she didn’t look at you with envy or disdain. Which had annoyed you, because really there was nothing to be jealous of. Well, mindblowing sex perhaps. But that was it. Nothing more. 

If they wanted Steve so much, you’d happily give him away. If he only let you. 

Pepper seemed genuine in her friendly approach, witty responses and warmth. The only flaw you found in her so far was the fact she was friendly with Steve, too.

Not overtly, in a way betraying carnal interest, or former relationship (which you sensed from a few other women at the banquet). But the platonic friendliness toward someone like Steve was alarming in itself. 

“Oh yeah,” you snorted, lifting your glass of champagne to your lips, “I’m sooo head over heels for him.”

Pepper’s laugh was soft and tinkling like velvet bells. Nothing fake, or annoying in the sound of it. Quite the opposite, you were surprised how it put you at ease after mingling with people who wore fake politeness like a family crest.

Crinkles appeared in the corners of her eyes as she looked at you and you couldn’t help but respond with your own grin.

“People often mistake my sunny disposition for naivety. They're very wrong.” Pepper said, taking a sip of her strawberry gin & tonic. 

“I know you didn't marry Steve out of love.” She stated bluntly, without judgment or conspiratory whispering. “But watching you two, some things are unmistakable.”

She lifted her left shoulder in a shrug, sparkling amusement in her eyes turning into a knowing look. Your heart halted before setting in a slightly panicked flutter. 

There were little moments when you felt certain cracks in your hard hateful shell, but you hoped that you managed to quickly hide them behind walls and under a mask. You didn’t want Steve finding more of your weaknesses. It was even worse, if someone else saw them.

Pepper barely met you and if she noticed how comfortable you felt at times beside Steve (when you forgot to remember you’re supposed to hate him and be disgusted by his touch), then the bastard must have been aware of them, too. Crap.

Still, you arched your brow as if you had no idea what she was implying. Pepper’s amusement deepened, she wasn’t buying your cluelessness. 

“There may not be romantic affection, but he sure gives you attention.” She said, angling her body so you stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the grand ballroom.

Before you snorted that you’d rather never have drawn Steve’s attention, she vaguely pointed at the room full of people. Expensive suits and dresses worth more than your half year salary, diamonds dripping, chests puffed. Women polished to perfection glued to the side of their men, sweet smiles offered on painted lips.

“That's something only very few women here experience. It’s rare.” There was a hint of disappointment in her tone, but you doubted it had to do with her own relationship. 

Tony Stark was like a hummingbird on energizer and coke - he fleeted from one conversation to the other, growing bored, acting pretentious asshole. He stopped for longer only with a few people. But every half an hour or so, he would search for Pepper and the way his attention zeroed in on her left no room to doubt his love for her.

She grounded him. Gave him a moment to recharge, even as she called him out on some of his antics. 

Many of the women at the gala, who accompanied their husbands, or partners, were there as an accessory. Beautiful, adding to the status, but few were even acknowledged by their company. 

“I’m not sure having Steve Rogers’ attention is exactly a good thing.” You pointed out. 

Everyone here may officially pretend he was a ruthless businessman, while they all knew the bloody truth. He was a mafia boss, a brutal king of the underworld, who wouldn’t blink an eye flaying someone open here in the light of the crystal chandeliers. 

No one wanted his attention on them, not really. 

“Not for most.” Pepper agreed. “Though some of the women might disagree.”

“Are you talking from experience?” You maintained a neutral, indifferent tone (mostly because you didn’t think there was ever anything between Pepper and Steve); yet there was a tiny flicker of something angry that ignited at the prospect.

It stirred with a growl and clawed out a few times that night, when a few of the women made it obvious they were wet and willing for Steve.

“God, no!” Pepper snorted, pretending to shudder. “I’m not that adventurous.”

“Yeah, bungee jumping without rope might be less of an adrenaline rush than being with him,” you rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth tilted in a grin. 

“Well, it seems only fair to give back in return. What would perturb the dark overlord?” Pepper pretended to seriously ponder, tapping her finger against her lips.

“I could try setting Bucky on fire.” 

Pepper’s laugh resounded with the same melodic chime as previously, but much louder. Not a single fake note, her burst of laughter was real. It enticed your own laugh to bubble out; both of you falling into a fit of giggles behind your drink glasses. 

You drew the attention of many people, who either watched you with suspicion, or glared offended. You didn’t care. And when your gaze connected with Steve’s, who looked your way from the other side of the room while some men were babbling next to him, you didn’t even pretend to be gloomy.

“Now that was the height of entertainment tonight.” Pepper looped her arm around yours, still smiling brilliantly ear to ear. “For me, at least. Now, how to repay you for that? I can tell you all the spicy gossip. We could get drunk and no one would dare to say anything to either me or you.” 

“Not gossip, but information.” You finished your champagne and reached for another flute as a waiter passed by. “I need to know more about this swamp my so-called husband treads through. And I need to milk some of them for money for the center.” 

“I know just the right people for that,” she nodded with determination and steered you toward the first potential benefactor. 

Pepper’s company was a wonderful balm and entertainment rolled into one. She was a graceful hostess, smart and perceptive professional, but also a bubbly imp who didn’t spare you the details about some sordid affairs. 

Though she could excuse herself with her duties, she stuck with you the entire time. She also managed not to smirk at your glower when she pointed at three women who have in the past fucked Steve. 

However, her smile turned mischievous as she spotted someone over your shoulder. She reminded you of the lunch date in three days that you happily agreed to, then smoothly glided away before you managed to properly say goodbye. 

Words stuck in your throat as you felt the familiar solid warmth at your back. Steve’s shadow cast over you first, then his heat and scent engulfed you. Like a mythological fate, always reaching its grasp for the heroine, no matter the hard fight towards the light, your personal devil softly pulled you back into his clutches. 

His hand touched your back and he spun you around. 

“Having fun, Princess?” He looked down at you. 

Icy blade of his gaze cut down men bigger than life, but, despite the first instinctive flash of fear, you felt it slicing through the layers of your clothes and defences. 

Plate by plate, you quickly reinforced your shell, to at least endure a few hours more before Steve got under your skin again. 

And into your cunt, because with his hot looks and your four glasses of champagne that was inevitable. 

“I don’t think parties of this kind are meant to have fun.” You scrunched up your nose. “But I managed to sway some rich snobs to potentially fund that educational project for the center. Leon Stavros seems keen to donate half the sum.”

You announced with a proud tilt of your chin and a smile. Tame enough to not share the actual happiness you felt with Steve. You wanted to boast about your little success, but you had to remember that he was the bane of your existence.  

Steve’s hand on your back settled heavier, while his other slid along your arm. He took your hand in his, outstretched your joined arms and in a single move swept you onto the dancefloor. 

“You’ll have to use his money for a different project.” He continued your conversation as he led you across the floor. “The psychoeducation and resources for caretakers project is already fully funded.” 

It took you a moment for his words to register, because you were still scrambling to catch up with the fact that a heartbeat ago you were standing off to the side and now you were dancing across the ballroom. 

It was truly mind boggling that your psychopath husband was a damn good dancer.

“What? Who?” You blinked, when it finally dawned on you what he said. You even cast a glance around, wondering who managed to deliver the funds so quickly.

Something sharp pierced through your chest as you realized there was only one person who knew before everyone else and could fund a project with a single transfer. Your gaze flicked back to Steve’s handsome face.

“Steve…” 

Heaviness of the situation turned worse by the second, because he wasn’t showing that smug, triumphant look, which would at least remind you to hate him. 

“You were determined to get that project running.” Steve replied easily. There was no affectionate passion in his next words, but still they chipped at the walls protecting you - “What you want, you get.”

“Thank you.” At the moment you didn’t know how else to respond. How to treat this gift. 

You could think of it as his manipulation to get you further into his sticky web, but he already had you at his mercy on all accounts. No, it flashed too much thoughtfulness.  

To preserve the comfortable setting of animosity, you asked cheekily - “What if I want a divorce?”

You were determined to keep asking for a divorce every chance you got. Officially, you believed it was because you wanted out of this fucked up marriage. Secretly, you were thrilled with the various ways Steve responded to that demand. 

“Then-” he pulled you even closer, his cheek brushing yours as he leaned down to whisper into your ear- “you get a fucking so hard, any silly ideas drip out of you permanently.” 

Steve delivered on the hard fucking, even though you haven’t mentioned divorce again that night. 

You blamed the champagne and happiness at having your project funded for making you sit so close to him in the car on your way back from the gala, rubbing your heated body against him with unrestrained need. Steve was merciful enough to not wait it out until you lost the battle with your own will and initiated sex yourself, but instead dragged you over his lap, rolled up your dress and fingered you into a dripping, screaming puddle before you made it home.

Then he took you hard, in front of that fucking mirror in the hall. With you completely naked, wearing only the necklace and watching yourself give in to the monster completely. 

You nearly passed out when he fucked you again in bed. Your almost unconscious state didn’t stop Steve from using you thoroughly and then spilling thick ropes of white cum all over your body, white drops landing around the jewel sparkling on your chest. 

Though your body was wonderfully blissed out each time you and Steve had sex - which was becoming an almost daily thing - you still refused to use the blissful adjective to describe your marriage. Or any positive adjective, for that matter. Even as the comfort of sitting next to him or sharing meals increased; or how he casually draped your legs over his lap, massaging your calves while he typed murderous decrees on his phone. 

The word domestic echoed in your head often, but you drowned it in screams of his victims, gunshots, Steve’s cold and sinister commands. 

You shouldn’t feel at ease and comfortable around the devil who kept you chained to him. You gave yourself a pass for enjoying mindmelting orgasms, it was a small reward for your suffering, but you wouldn’t let yourself get accustomed to being a wife. Not to Steve. 

So you pretended to be only mildly annoyed when he strolled into your office one day, bringing lunch as if he was a normal loving spouse, and announcing that you’ll be hosting a dinner at home. For the mayor and his wife. To his credit, Steve didn’t imply you had to be the one preparing said dinner. Having a chef was another benefit of your doom. But the expectation of playing the sweet wife and hostess to the corrupted pair of a politician and socialite made your blood boil.

Or maybe it was the fact that mayor’s wife was one of the few women Pepper confirmed to have been fucking Steve in the past.

No, you told yourself as you put on the soul stone necklace when preparing for said dinner. You didn’t care who he sank his cock into. You didn’t care, if he returned to that and left you in peace. 

But your conviction shattered to sharp, jagged pieces when mayor’s wife made obvious moves at your husband, with her own fucking husband sitting right there at the table! 

You were appalled. By her rudeness, of course. 

Mayor played a clueless idiot, probably too scared of Steve to fight for honor. Or maybe he was actually gaining something from having his wife almost drop to her knees and swallow Steve’s cock whole. You played indifference, because why should you care? 

So maybe your knife and fork scraped against the plate so loud that everyone at the table cringed in pain, when the mayor’s wife briefly touched Steve’s arm and mentioned missing their passionate art discussions. It was nothing. Just a spasm in your hand. And you gulping down half of your wine glass all unladylike was because you needed to soothe an itch in your throat, not because the floozy licked her lips and made a suggestion Steve should go with her to the new exhibition. 

Though Steve hadn’t replied to Miliana’s advances, focusing on the not so subtle business talk with her husband, he didn’t refuse her either. Which made you want to reach for the knife he had custom made for you and stab him with it, when later that night he had the audacity to touch you. 

Steve merely chuckled, absolutely amused. Mockingly asked if you were jealous. Which you were not! 

Tension slowly dropped after that, as days passed and you haven’t seen that skank’s face. Unexpectedly, however, the mayor requested an official visit to the center. It was a short one, a half an hour so the press could write about his interest in healthcare and supporting new community focused projects. You also suspected he wanted to kiss Steve’s ass.

You didn’t have a reason to deny him, especially since the press would also mention the center and new projects, which would be helpful. It was even better, because he came only with some of his office staff, no wife at his side. 

But then, just as you were breathing in relief that the circus was almost over, the mayor had the balls to invite himself over to your house for dinner the upcoming weekend. 

In true political bullshit manipulation, saying how his wife loved your chef’s scallops and couldn’t wait to taste them again and how your house provided comfort to talk business with your husband. 

At this point, you were wondering if the slimy asshole was a cuckold. 

He was bending backwards just to give his own wife an opportunity to touch your fucking husband. Maybe he really was into that. Maybe he wanted to watch. Maybe you should’ve vomited when you relayed the request to Steve and he shrugged that he’s free Saturday evening: if the greedy idiot wants to crawl begging for more scraps. 

Your appetite evaporated, as you spent days fuming at the prospect of another weird dinner when a shameless woman would be drooling after Steve while you were sitting there right opposite of her, in your own damn home. 

No, this time you wouldn’t stand for it. You would make Miliana associate your house with something most unpleasant. And a small vial stolen from one of the medicine cabinets at the center was going to help you with that.

It was surprisingly easy, really. It should shock you how calm you were as you prepared for the dinner; how a soft smile graced your lips as you set the table while the chef prepared delicious food. But now that determination guided your hand through the plan, earlier fiery aggravation melted away. 

Briefly, you wondered if the same calm took over Steve when he took lives. 

You shook that thought away, since you weren’t attempting to kill anyone. Though when a memory of her hand on Steve’s arm flashed in your mind, your fingers itched to grab a knife. 

Applying a little drop to the bottom of a crystal glass and another on the rim, smearing it along, you felt an odd kind of satisfaction unfurl in your chest. There was no hesitation, no worry about potential mix-up. No, you were certain Miliana would once again seat on Steve’s left. Just like the last time. It was cunning, since it appeared all innocent - her sitting on her husband’s right, just you were sitting on your husband’s right, the men facing each other. 

Your smile widened when the couple entered your dining room and sat exactly like you predicted. Politely fake conversation flew as the chef brought out first dish and his assistant poured wine into glasses. 

The scallops tasted even more delicious, in your opinion. Especially when after a few sips of wine the mayor’s wife had to quickly excuse herself to the bathroom. 

Few minutes later the mayor’s phone vibrated, which led to him frowning at the screen and excusing himself as well - undoubtedly to aid his wife. When he walked back into the dining room a while later, he looked nervous and embarrassed, paler too.

“My apologies. It appears my wife and I have to leave promptly, it was unplanned, but can’t be avoided.” 

You made a sound of worried pity, but continued to cut into your own food and eating it without an ounce of genuine distraught. Steve arched a brow in surprise, but nodded his head, which seemed to bring the mayor immense relief. The man was more scared of offending Steve than for his wife’s health. 

It was less than a minute when you heard their car take off from the driveway. The sound of it and the fact they were no longer polluting the space of your home pleased you greatly. 

“Mhm, these scallops are really delicious,” you hummed, licking your fork. 

“Princess,” Steve tuned the petname in a sing-song tone. “What did you do?”

Slowly, you looked his way. He didn’t seem angry, nor worried. He angled his body towards you, propping one elbow on the table and drumming his fingers in a steady rhythm. He wasn’t asking if it was your doing, he already knew. 

“Don’t worry, I didn’t permanently damage one of your mistresses. She’s just gonna spend a day or two glued to the toilet.” You snorted, clenching your fingers around the fork. “But maybe next time she’ll reconsider coming into the house where your wife lives.”

Dark gleam flickered over Steve’s ice blue eyes. 

He leaned forward, moving his hands to grip the edge of your chair and yanked it at an angle toward him. Your legs were between his, his hands gripping the sides of your chair, veins protruding in his forearms as his muscles tensed.

“Your possessiveness gets me hard.” He chuckled darkly.

“I’m not possessive!” You objected immediately, crossing your hands over your chest. 

“You demanded I marry you, the ruthless fucking king of the underworld. So now you have to deal with having a wife. And your reluctant queen won’t stand for any more humiliation.” You spat the last part, boldly leaning forward and glaring at him with all the accumulated hatred. 

“Princess,” Steve inched even closer, not the least bothered by your outburst. Quite the opposite, he appeared to love it. “My dick hasn’t even twitched for any other woman, since I tasted your lips. There’s no pleasure in standing their fake, exaggerated despair, when I have your sweet pussy so responsive to my darkness…”

Your retort died on your tongue when suddenly one of Steve’s hands gripped your chin.

“Now-” he tightened his pinch on your chin, his voice smoothly transforming into a cold warning. “Don’t ever do anything like that again.” 

“Miliana doesn’t have enough spunk and her husband is too much of a scaredy wimp to retaliate in any form.” He showed zero empathy toward them. “But there are eels and sharks swimming around us and some of them would dare to bite back.”

Holding your chin, Steve forced you to lean closer. His breath tickled your mouth as he inched forward, as well.

“And if anyone dared to put a finger on you, it would end in a bloodbath.”

Only Steve could make a psychopathic threat sound like a seductive, velvet vow of a lover.

Your brain screamed that it was wrong, that you should be disgusted by his words and scared of how easily it came to him to take lives. Yet your insides filled with heat, one spreading through your chest and a wave of it pooling low in your abdomen.

“Don’t go on a murder spree, because of some macho obligation.” You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You. Are. Mine, Princess.” Steve punctuated each word with a brush of his lips against yours. “To harm or disrespect you means to hurt or disrespect me. I have no mercy for those. I would cut off the limb, with which they hurt you, and carve out their intestines. Then fuck you while their blood pools at your feet.”

“That’s disgusting,” with how breathy you sounded, your claim felt like a lie.

One that Steve read right away.

“It turns you on.” He chuckled, grinning. 

“I know that you get so wet from the scary, unhinged things that I do.” His other hand slapped your knees apart.

“I’m not-” you frowned, ready to deny that as well. Even though your body was already primed for him.

Words went forgotten when Steve picked you in a swift move and deposited you in his lap. The hand on your chin moved to grip the front of your neck; the cool sensation of his rings digging into your soft skin made you gasp. The sound nearly stopped in your throat, because he tightened his grip. And it made your arousal burst stronger.

His right hand ventured between your spread thighs. His fingers easily slipped beneath the flimsy fabric of your underwear and teased your slick folds.

“Soaked.” Steve triumphed, running the ring-adorned knuckle of his index finger up and down between your folds. “Sweet, good-hearted Princess who lives to help people, cumming on her brutal husband’s weapons and cock.” 

The mere mention of his thick cock made your pussy pulse. The image of his gun and of the knife sliding along your skin and pressed so close to your most sensitive areas caused a shiver to rock your whole body.

Steve chuckled at your body’s reaction. He laced kisses and licks along your jaw, continuing to tease your cunt.

“As for you wanting to be a queen at my side…” he sucked your earlobe lewdly, making you moan. 

“Do you know what a queen’s role is?” He whispered right into your ear before pulling back slightly.

“To stand fierce and unbending beside her king.” He withdrew his hand, kissing your lips when you pouted at the loss of delicious stimulation. Fingers sticky with your slick, he ran his palm up your belly and over your breast. Then to your arm. 

“And to give him an heir.”

Steve’s eyes locked with yours as his wet fingers circled your arm, thumb pressing right over where your contraceptive implant was hidden beneath your skin. 

“Are you ready for that, Princess?” He asked, rubbing the spot in sinfully slow circles, as he would do your clit. “Are you ready to take out this little implant and let me breed you properly?” 

Your brain was too scrambled, even though Steve barely touched you, really. The adrenaline from poisoning a woman who dared to flirt with your husband mixed with desire that the fucker so easily ignited in you. 

The unexpected mention of impregnation? In that dark, raw way only your husband dared to speak to you? For a short moment your mind simply stopped working.

“No!” You clenched your eyes, letting the last remnants of reason fight against the threat. 

Steve didn’t seem perturbed by your refusal. Perhaps it wasn’t even something he was interested in, just another means to torment you with and make you yield to his command. 

“Until then, you remain my Princess.” He declared, cutting off your airflow for a few seconds and taking possession of your mouth. 

When he let you breathe again, you felt dizzy and pliant. Your own hands clenched on his shoulders as Steve stood up abruptly. He kicked the chair away and placed you on the dining table. 

Plates and wine glasses tumbled over, food and wine spilling across the tablecloth and dripping down on the floor. You felt the sticky wetness soaking into your back as Steve splayed you on the table, but you didn’t care. Not when he was holding you down by your throat with one hand and ripping your soaked underwear with the other. 

Then there was the sound of a zipper and Steve’s low, sexy groan as he gripped his hard cock and stroked it a few times. 

Steve held your gaze as he tapped his dick against your pulsing clit and then nudged it into your opening. A needy whine vibrated in your throat, tempting the fingers around your neck to squeeze just a tad tighter. 

He slammed into you in one stroke; dark victory flamed in his eyes as your body jerked and your pussy clamped around him. 

Buried to the hilt, with his hand around your throat and the other holding your leg bent and pressed against your chest, Steve looked down at you. Danger pulsed off of him like a dark aura, reminding you how defenceless you were.

“Don’t ever fucking endanger what’s mine.” He warned.

You glared at him, indignant at being referred to as his. But then he snapped his hips back and into you again, and your ire flowed into brain short-circuiting pleasure. 

“My good, depraved Princess.” Steve praised, fucking you hard. “Creaming around my cock so prettily.” 

You fisted the tablecloth, mewling as each of his thrust drove you closer to the peak. It was so rough, so raw and based on urges you never considered yourself to have. You hated it. Hated Steve. Hated what he made you into. And you screamed his name as you came.

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Between Us.

Black Fem! ReaderBoss! x Aaron PierreManager! & Kelvin Harrison Jr.Assistant!

Summary: You were a diligent boss in the corporate workplace with a need for change in your life, but you didn't know that Kelvin and Aaron would be the excitement and love you needed. They invited you to their house, but one of them has an idea that they think you would open to. Not only becoming with your best friends and lovers Kelvin and Aaron.

Warnings: fluff, smut, threesome, piv, heavy dirty talk, angst, head(fem + male receiving) dominant duo, gossip in the workplace, filth, words of affirmations, sex toy, bondage, handjobs, teasing, a secret poly relationship, jealousy, nipple play, drama, internet rumors, mention of taboo topic, fictional, not real, anxiety attack, slight British slang, kinky, BDSM.

A/N: I was extremely anxious about this mini-series since I hadn't come across any poly fics featuring these cuties, so I chose to create one. I'm focusing on adding some nastiness to these stories. Don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open! ❤️🫡

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Another day, another paycheck for you, but it's the same sleek and tidy office you occupy every day of the week, including late nights and weekends. The macaroon cream and cocoa decoration evoked thoughts of candy, enticing your sweet cravings with its elegant touch.

The couch by the wall, a small bookshelf next to it, and a round lamp overhead, as soft jazz played from your phone, the office transformed into a routine you had fallen into and were struggling to escape.

You were typing on your computer about a new day on Fridays, which were casual Fridays. It wasn't much thought to it for you but you were tired of wearing the same tailored blazers with matching pants, and heels or loafers. You wanted to be comfortable for once.

The office became mundane and often in the halls you heard your co-workers in the break room say you were pensive, a hard ass, too strict and mean because of the way you managed the team every day.

They didn't understand the pressure you faced, the expectations from higher-ups who were also black men and black women, the constant need to prove yourself as a capable leader in a male-dominated environment.

As you typed the rest of your report, you felt a familiar tug of anxiety knotting in your stomach. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that tonight was different.

You would deem yourself as straightforward, you weren't the type of woman to sugarcoat shit for anyone, not even friends or family.

Maybe they were right—-nope, they weren't right, you just needed to change something about yourself or life, leaving your career as a successful real estate agent? Nope, you've made too much money to quit now and leave it to someone who didn’t know what they were doing.

How about a new lover? Possibly two lovers in your routine, but who? You always pondered on having a poly relationship with two handsome men, but those who looked at you sideways were always so quick to judge.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed twice on your polished brown table. Your eyes flickered at the screen.

Kelvin: Hey, I know you're busy right now but would like to come over to our house for dinner? Aaron is cooking.

It was only a thought, you didn't tell anyone about it. You kept it to yourself.

Your heart raised at the thought of seeing Kelvin and Aaron. They had become your confidants, not just friends but in many ways. Smiling a schoolgirl who has finally been asked out by her crush, similar to those cheesy rom-coms you liked.

You: Sure! What time should come over?

The grey message bubble popped up and then a few moments later, Kelvin replied back to you.

Kelvin: How about 8? Dress casually, we want you to feel comfortable.

You smiled at his message, grateful for their thoughtfulness. Doing a little dance in your seat, grinning from ear to ear.

You knew from day one you started working at your mother’s building that your co-workers or employees weren't friends. Except for Kelvin and Aaron.

But it wasn't until certain two handsome men walked into your workplace to apply for the positions as the manager and assistant, Aaron and Kelvin.

Your breath hitched when you thought of the two men, they were so handsome, attentive and funny. You spend weekend evenings with them at the diner, their house, or your house for a chat.

“Just relax, you got this,” you encourage yourself.

A knock on the door broke your thoughts quickly, you sighed then realized it was your receptionist Julia, who shot you a knowing smile, you mirrored the same action and chuckled.

Her deep brown skin glowed under the white fluorescent lights, complemented by a V-line sky-blue dress and matching heels, while her curly pixie haircut highlighted her oval face.

Jamila was not only your receptionist, but your best friend in the office, the only person you spoke to about Kelvin and Aaron. She understood your situation completely.

“How are you, boss lady? Are you for your late-night home date with two of the finest men in the office?” Jamila exclaimed with a grin, doing a cute shimmy dance toward you.

You hushed the woman, then glanced at the door and did a little dance with her, in case anyone was eavesdropping before closing the door behind her.

“Shh! Jamila, you are the only one and my friend in this place who knows. We have to keep this between us or I'm losing my job,” you whispered with a soft tone.

Jamila waved you off with an eye roll, “Girl, please They wish they would fire the greatest boss in the fucking company, guess what? They can't, because you have power, use it. And I'm sure that Kelvin and Aaron feel the same about you as well,” she said, her tone comforting and reassuring.

She was definitely correct; they couldn't let you go or they’d have to face your mother. You were convinced she had done the same things you were doing—falling for her assistant and taking that vacation. There were MANY trips she took ahead, and still kept her job.

“Yeah, you're right, I'm ready to get both of them, ugh. But how will they react?” you asked nervously.

Jamila placed her hands on your shoulders, making you face her. “Listen to me, you are smart, funny and beautiful, they would be so lucky to have you,”

She resumed speaking with reassurance, “And give me all the details on the threesomes you have, let me know if they both cum at the same time just from looking at you,”

You bursting out in laughter from her, Jamila was unhinged at a crazy time. You covered your mouth and shook her head, “Okay, okay I will,”

The clock struck five, and you quickly packed your things, excitement, bubbling in your chest. It was as if she could sense the shift beneath the surface, even though she did know.

As you stepped out into the cool evening air, you felt a sense of freedom and liberation wash over you. The burdens of the day lifting from your shoulders.

It took time for you to open up to people due to personal trauma with men, and girlfriends who treated you badly, your love life was complicated, it was like a maze with no clear exit.

You were reluctant to share your feelings with anyone following yet another difficult partner, as past partners had told you and you were overwhelming or too intricate.

Yet something about Aaron and Kelvin, they had a way of pulling those layers back once you got to know them, they are shown a brotherhood that was unbreakable.

And the size difference was pretty to you, given that you were only 5’5 and they were taller than you.

You always wondered what it would to be in a poly relationship with two men, others may spew judgment at you, calling you a whore and this, or that.

That throuple dynamic among black people was usually celebrated when it came to men, like they can come and go as they pleased when they had multiple women.

But they were different from the rest, they felt like a safe haven in a world that often felt suffocating, they were funny, charming and made your days so much better. What you love about this poly relationship with Kelvin and Aaron was combining your love languages.

Aaron’s love language was quality time and physical touch, while yours was words of affirmation, physical touch and Kelvin’s love language was all of them in one.

Originally it was your idea to be in a poly relationship, it all started on a late sweet night in your house, and he talked about how you wanted to explore the boundaries of love and connection. The conversation flowed effortlessly, like chocolate dripping from a spoon, sweet and warm.

The idea sparked a flame within you; the thought of loving and being loved by two incredible men sent shivers down your spine. It felt liberated yet so taboo to talk about, especially among black people.

As soon as your car arrived in the driveway, your anxiety began to fade, and you quickly exited the vehicle, shut the door, and rushed inside your home to get ready.

Once inside, You settled for a soft oversized sweater and joggers, wanting to feel comfortable. Crimson red applied to your fingernails and toenails. A watch on your wrist and your box braids pulled back in a ponytail. Gorgeous.

Your phone buzzed on the table, it was from Kelvin.

Kelvin: Hey, I'm coming to pick you up, are you ready beautiful?

Your thumbs tapped across the keyboard on the screen, sending him a text back.

You: I'm ready, on my way over.

Before you walked toward your front door, a knock made you flinch and you looked through the peephole, it was Kelvin. The door swung open.

You chuckled once your eyes locked with his, “Boy, I know that you didn't come over here to rush me, I'm done dressing up, baby”

“I didn't come here to rush you, Y/N. I told you that I'd pick you up at 8, and I wanted to walk with you to our house,” Kelvin said, his tone love-dovey and serious.

Your cheeks grew hot with warmth and embarrassment, stepping out of your house, locking the door behind yourself. “Oh, umm..thank you. What a gentleman, so what are we having for dinner tonight?”

Kelvin chucked with a smile before looking back in your eyes, “Spaghetti with parmesan cheese, and garlic bread. Aaron is cooking tonight,”

As you stood beside him, you began to walk with him, the night sky decorated with stars hovering over both of you.

“You do know that I live right next door right?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to walk with you, Aaron and I suggested it so I can be here to protect you,” He said, smiling.

Your heart fluttered at his kind words, there was something about the way he looked at you, making you feel cherished and safe.

“So, how was your day?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence as you strolled through the quiet neighborhood.

“Same old, same old,” he replied, glancing sideways at you. “Just trying to keep everything together at the office. But I couldn’t stop thinking about tonight.”

The porch light illuminated both of your melanated skin, peeking at the modest one-story house with its pretty walls of light blue as both of you walked toward the door and Kelvin opened it for you. Feeling the tension rise as you thanked him.

As you walked inside the house, the scent of garlic, and herbs wafting through the air. The spacious living room is filled with decor of butterscotch caramel and macaroon cream white, and the large circle shaped lamp glistens, casting a bright glow over you. Their house was so tidy and smelled fresh of citrus and something sweet.

Aaron was in the kitchen, his back turned to you, focusing on the three grey plastic plates of spaghetti sprinkled with basil leaf and parmesan cheese, a loaf of garlic bread on the side. Carefully pouring red wine into the glasses, you can tell he put in extra effort to make this night special tonight, and your heart swelled with affection.

“Hello, gorgeous, how are you? You look beautiful tonight,” he called out, turning to face you with a radiant smile. He made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey, Aaron! I'm doing great. I can say the same about you,” you replied, your voice laced with admiration.

He wore a fitted black tee shirt that clung to his toned physique, pants hugged around his legs.

He approached you, pulling you into a warm embrace that felt like a blanket. The way he held you, firm yet gentle, remained of the safety you felt when you were with both him and Kelvin.

You missed this part of a relationship, the love they give right back to you, the way they would love harder, give affection.

The three of you ate delicious dinner, sipped red wine and laughed all night long, sharing stories of your childhoods and first jobs, embarrassing moments at work in the office.

“Wait, what happened?” Aaron asked, chuckling with you.

“I thought that the new intern was going to help with my presentation, but she ended up uploading the wrong flies to the projector during the meeting!” You recounted, tears of laughter streaming down your face.

Kelvin and Aaron erupted into laughter, their voices blending together in a sweet-sounding melody that through your ears. All that pressure and anxiety was gone.

“Honestly, you handled it like a champ, I would've just shut down the meeting and ran out of there,” Kelvin said, wiping a tear from his eye.

“You’re too funny Kelvin, you know that Y/N tries her best out there, she even managed to keep us in line,” Aaron chimed in.

“You guys make it easy, besides I couldn't have done it without the greatest assistants in the world,” you replied with a grin.

The last remnants of spaghetti were wiped from the plates and the clattering of cutlery came to a halt, the three of you leaned back on the couch, satisfied and full.

Kelvin broke the silence, his voice audible and thoughtful. “You know, we’ve been thinking about our earlier conversations about…us” his eyes darted between you and Aaron, gauging your reaction.

Your breath hitched from the intense eye contact between you, Aaron and Kelvin. You leaned forward, “What do you mean? Kelvin?”

He licked his soft, plump lips, collecting thoughts as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “I’ve been serious about the idea of a poly relationship, I think it could work for us,”

You felt a rush of emotions flowed through you—-surprise, excitement, and a piece of apprehension. You had been contemplating this possibly for a while, but hearing it out loud made your heart race.

“I mean, we already have a strong connection with you, and we care for you and each other deeply, and I think adding that layer of intimacy could be beautiful. We wouldn't have to hide how we feel about you, it would be real.” Kelvin said, his tone earnest.

Aaron shifted in his seat, his brows furrowing slightly. He was always the quiet yet cautious one, weighing on every option before making a decision. “It’s not that I'm against it, but it's a big step, I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page.

You nodded, understanding the concern that lingered. “Actually, I've thought about it too, Aaron. I worry about the same things. But I also believe we can do this,”

Aaron chimed in, smiling slightly. His shoulders relaxed as he absorbed your words. “Well, that's good. As long as we establish guidelines, rules and a safe word.”

Words caught in your throat, you fantasized about this so many times. You could imagine what pleasure you experience.

“Then it’s settled, we’re in a poly relationship.”

You almost couldn't believe that it was actually happening but now, these two were all yours. “Okay, how about we celebrate this moment with a good night of pleasure hm?”

The boldness from you almost shocked them but you'd been waiting for this moment. They exchanged sinful grins and then slid off their shirts while you gently slid off your joggers and sweater, you were already getting hot and you turned on the fan. The cool air satisfied your hot flashes.

“Sit,” Aaron demanded with his voice raising an octave, his hand patting his lap, you quickly scooted over the couch and seated yourself on his thighs, they were thick and the candlelight flickered on his light fawn skin.

“May we touch you, love?” Aaron asked in your ear.

“Yes, please. Touch me, fuck me.”

You were without a bra, though you did wear panties beneath your outfit. Your finger delicately traced the detailed tattoo on Aaron’s right arm, each design telling its own story. Kelvin knelt before you, gazing up with a mischievous smile, until Aaron's hands gripped the back of your knees and parted your legs for Kelvin.

Kelvin’s fingers intertwined with the waistband of your panties, sliding them off with ease. His soft lips began to tease your clitoris, while his fingers pumped the slickness between your folds. You let out a wild moan, your legs trembling in Aaron’s firm grasp. “Let him eat, Y/N,” he whispered, trailing kisses behind your ear.

Aaron’s strong hands enveloped your breasts, kneading them in a rhythmic motion, his fingers pinching your nipples as they became erect. “Please...Kelvin...Aaron…” you whimpered softly, your hips moving in sync with Kelvin’s tongue as it traced tantalizing patterns on your sensitive folds.

“But I love the way you taste; it’s even better than I imagined,” Kelvin groaned, slurping your essence. He suckled and kissed your slick folds as if they were your own lips.

Aaron retrieved handcuffs and a vibrator from the dresser, a sly grin spreading across his face. You nodded in anticipation. “Did you order these for me?” you asked, your voice quivering with excitement while you moaned from the escalating sensations. “Focus on him,” Aaron spoke up in a demanding deep tone, His fingers brushed against your wrists, setting off a spark that coursed through your body.

As Aaron fastened the fluffy handcuffs around your wrists, a shiver ran down your spine. A storm brewed in Kelvin’s gaze, his eyes narrowing as you moaned from the pressure of his thick fingers curling inside you.

You instinctively tried to close your legs from the pleasure, but Kelvin held them apart. “What about me? I’m not finished with you yet, baby,” he urged, his intent clear.

You felt something in the pit of your gut, a familiar knot getting tighter and tighter. Hinting toward your climax, You felt your juices trickling down her thighs, and you rolled your hips against his fingers, rubbing your thighs together in desperation.

"Please, I need to cum," you whined, tears streaming down your cheeks. But Kelvin’s eyes fixed on your face as you contorted in pleasure. A wave crashed over into a tiny pool.

"Why should you cum when you've been giving Aaron some attention sweetheart?" Kelvin said, his breath hot against her skin. "You need to learn your lesson first."

Her essence coated his fingers as it soaked onto the sheets, and Aaron’s palm smacked your ass roughly, causing his woman to let out a squeal. Plunged his fingers deeper into you, hitting your G-spot with precision. “Fuck! Fuck! Kel!”

With a wicked grin, he finally relented. "You can come now beautiful," he purred.

The knot in your stomach tightened, and you came hard. Aaron and Kelvin watched you come intensely, their eyes locked on you, they fell in love all over again, your release was explosive, and the couch was soaked with your juices. She trembled, gasping for air, as the mind-blowing orgasm left you shaken.

Panting, you collapsed back against Aaron’s chiseled chest, your body spent and sated. Aaron removed the handcuffs, gently stroking your wrists as she came down from your high. Kissing your wrist as if were a queen in a fairytale. “Are you okay?”

She nodded weakly, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “Y-yeah, that was amazing..”

“Now that you had your punishment, how about taking both of us?”

“Both of you? I'm not into the backdoor shit guys,” You shot back, your brows raising.

The men shook their heads, “Neither are we, but we gonna do it only in the front, let’s get a safe word?” Aaron asked in gentleness.

“Pineapple?” you quickly spoke up, but you wanted to turn up the heat.

“Good girl,” they said together.

"C-can you get the vibrator from the dresser?" You panted, your chest heaving up and down. He hummed in reply before he kissed your cheek.

Kelvin grabbed the vibrator from inside the dresser with a sly smirk across his face, "You ready? He asked, his tone deepened. Kelvin and Aaron pulled off their pants and boxers, allowing them to hit the carpet.

You looked up at him, your eyes hazy with desire. "Yes," you breathed. "I'm ready."

He turned on the vibrator, its low buzz filling the room as he positioned it against your clit. You moaned, arching your back off the bed, "Ouuu! F-fuckk!" you sobbed, your nails sunk into his triceps as you left a trail of marks on his skin, hissing through his teeth, he rolled the vibrator around your throbbing clit. The heat and vibration sent shockwaves, making your jolt and shake weakly, a testament to your pleasure.

"I think you deserve a reward." Aaron cooed, his hand cupping her cheek, kissing her passionately. Aaron lined his dick towards your wet pussy and gradually slid in between your swollen folds, relishing the sensation of your tight walls clenching around him. He gritted his teeth tight, blood drew from his lush lip, each thrust left him breathless. “So fucking..tight,” He grunted, the tightness of you made him almost nut.

"Damn...this pussy is so pretty and perfect, just like you," he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her temple as he began to move his hips in a slow, but forceful rhythm. She shivered from the familiar feeling of him inside of her, each other brought to the edge, waves crashed into a multitude, electricity tingling.

Aaron continued to thrust into you as Kelvin deftly maneuvered the vibrator around your sensitive clit, eliciting moans of pleasure from you. It made him feel left out, until you decided for Kelvin, “W-wait, stop, Aaron..can you pull out? I need Kelvin..”

Kelvin’s smirk curled on his face and he quickly passed the vibrator to Aaron which he didn't mind at all, he chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Looks like I’m not the only one who wants to take charge tonight,” he said, pulling out slowly, relishing the way your body reacted to his departure.

Kelvin wasted no time, positioning himself between your slick legs, “Fuck, Ready for me?” he asked, his voice deep and sultry, making your clit jump from that, kissing down on your lip.

“Yes, I'm ready,” you said, nodding eagerly, your body craving the fullness he promised.

As Kelvin pushed inside you, you gasped and moaned loudly, feeling the delicious stretch. “Fuck…you’re filling me…up..” you groaned, moving your hips with the man, feeling his hips touch with yours, setting a fast pace that made your toes curl.

Aaron, still holding the vibrator, watched intently, his breath hitching at the sight before him. “You’re doing amazing taking him, love,” he encouraged, turning the vibrator back on and placing it against your clit once more.

Kelvin quickened his thrusts, your nails dug into his back, and threw your head back onto the pillow. With practiced ease, you took every inch of him. "You're so beautiful takin' this dick," Kelvin groaned deeply, biting his lips. Aaron adjusted the vibrator to a faster pace, circling it over her swollen clit, eliciting loud, raspy screams from you.

Despite the ache and swelling, your pussy clenched and creamed around him, bringing her closer to release. Tears welled in your eyes, but you pushed through, determined to reach her peak.

Aaron leaned down, kissing you passionately as he turned the vibrator up a notch. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” he whispered against your lips, watching the pleasure build in your expression.

“Yes! I can’t hold it!” you cried out, your body thrumming with anticipation. The heat coiled within you, tightening with every thrust from Kelvin and the relentless buzz against your sensitive clit.

“Let go, baby. We’ve got you,” Aaron urged, his voice smooth and soothing, anchoring you as you teetered on the edge.

The skin-to-skin slapping filled the room, your body jerked as you cried out, your orgasm exploding through your body. “Make a fucking mess,” he groaned out, kissing on your neck.

He withdrew from her and collapsed on top of you, they both panted for breath, their bodies slick with sweat and used-up passion. Kelvin rolled off her, pulling his lover into his arms as they both lay there. "You good?," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm good, baby," you replied, snuggling into his embrace. Kelvin slid off the bed as he scooped his you up in his arms bridal style, sauntering into the bathroom and kissing her cheek, while Aaron cleaned up the mess, she shook weakly in his arms, "Let's run you a bath baby girl." he added, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies, she giggled at her husband.

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[pisstintedglasses]

Diary of a Horny Man

Landlord!Park Jongseong-Jay x Tenant!Reader

warnings: BDSM, unsafe sex (don't copy them), dacryphilia, begging, brat, POV, rough sex, daddy dom!Jay, loud af, dubcon, cnc

Chapter 7 - You Were Curious, Weren't You?

You had a plan. One perfectly tailored to how you were going to swoon Jay back. Every detail, every step, was carefully calculated. You didn't just want him back—you wanted him to forget that there had ever been a reason to be angry with you in the first place. Every potential obstacle was accounted for, with contingencies laid out from A to Z in case anything went wrong.

 And the first step? Apologize. Because, sure, you wanted to get in the guy's pants, but you weren't a heartless, insensitive bitch. You couldn't just act like everything was fine when you knew you'd hurt him. But how could you do that when he was actively avoiding you?

It wasn't explicitly said, but you were pretty sure Jay was avoiding you. For the past week, he hadn't been around the flat at all. Not once. Not a single text or message from him, not even a casual glance when you passed by. It had been a week since your little altercation—the fight that was supposed to be nothing more than a moment of tension, but turned into something more. 

A week since both of you tried to one-up each other, without even knowing the other was playing the same game. Neither of you knew the other had something planned, and yet, in the end, both of you were determined to get your way.

But neither of you cared enough to admit it out loud. You wanted to win him back, but your desire to see him smile wasn't the only thing fueling your plan. He wanted something too, didn't he? He wanted to make you regret what you'd done. He wanted to see you squirm, to feel the sting of his absence. To make you miss him so much that it hurt. Your desire was a bit more straightforward—you just wanted to fix things, to make it right—but Jay's plan was already set in motion.

 The way he was avoiding you? That wasn't just coincidental. It wasn't the cold shoulder you thought it was—it was part of his strategy. He wasn't avoiding you because he was still angry, though. No, he wanted to hurt you. Not in the traditional sense—he wasn't going to lash out at you emotionally or physically. He wanted to make you ache for him. He wanted to make you long for him, to crave him. And he was doing that by disappearing, by letting days pass without a trace of him.

He wasn't showing up at the flat, and you were starting to realize that maybe it wasn't just a coincidence. Maybe it was part of his plan. You'd tried to reach out to him in small ways—nothing too desperate, just little gestures to see if he might give in and talk to you. But nothing. Not a peep. It was as though he was actively making himself scarce just to test how far you'd go to find him. And here you were, standing in front of Gale's apartment, knocking on her door in yet another attempt to find him.

"Gale! Have you seen Jay around? I... I really need to talk to him," you said, the words coming out with a little more hope than you intended. Gale, who had been a fixture in the building ever since you moved in, flashed you a warm, understanding smile, but her eyes held a quiet worry.

"No, dear. I've been looking for him myself. He hasn't picked up the weekly batch of macaroons I make for him," she said, then paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Actually, that reminds me!" She disappeared into her kitchen, calling for you to follow. You hesitated for a moment before doing as she asked, curious about what she meant.

When you entered, the familiar smell of freshly baked sweets filled the air. Gale was standing near the counter, arranging a tray of steaming macaroons with a prideful gleam in her eyes. "Here, have some, dear," she said, offering you a plate. "I made a large batch for the both of you. You young-uns love your sweets, so I figured I'd make you some that were less processed." You took one, already savoring the warm, buttery scent, and bit into it. You couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. Gale's baking was always spot-on—fluffy, light, and perfectly sweet.

"These are amazing," you murmured, taking another bite.

"Oh hush, you," Gale said, waving a hand dismissively. "We old folks can't enjoy these 'cause diabetes is just waiting to knock on our doors, but letting you younger ones enjoy them feels just as good." She sat across from you, sipping her own cup of tea. Her eyes softened as she watched you, her gaze turning somber.

"Are you alright, Gale?" you asked, setting your macaron down and meeting her concerned stare.

"It's just that I'm worried about Jay..." Gale's voice faltered slightly. "He's a kind boy, but that Karina really did a number on him. I'm worried he might make a bad decision. This little disappearance act of his is only making my nerves worse." She sighed, and you could hear the care in her voice.

Karina, you thought with a deep sense of frustration. She was such a bad omen in Jay's life. You had no idea what had happened between them, but whatever it was, it had clearly left a mark on him. "I'm afraid I might be the reason he's gone missing," you admitted, your voice almost a whisper. "I've done something... bad to him lately. And I really want to apologize for it, but it seems like he doesn't want to see me." You ran a hand through your hair, your shoulders sagging as you let out a deep sigh.

Gale reached across the table, placing a gentle hand over yours. Her touch was warm, comforting. "I'm sure Jay will find it in his heart to forgive you," she said, her voice soft and steady. "Jay's always had a soft spot for you, you know. He rejected all the other tenants who wanted the place. He didn't want anyone else here. He didn't want you to leave, either." Gale paused, her eyes meeting yours with a kind of wisdom you hadn't expected. "He wanted to leave the place to us, but I think, in his heart, he sensed something good in you. That's why he let you in."

You blinked, taken aback by her words. "What makes you say that?" you asked, curiosity creeping into your voice.

"JJ has trust issues, dear," Gale explained gently. "Especially after his breakup. He's been through a lot, and it's been hard for him to let people in, even someone as kind as you. But I've seen the way he looks at you, even when you don't notice. He cares about you more than he lets on. You just have to give him time. He's not ready yet, but he'll come around when he's ready. Trust me."

You felt a sense of relief wash over you, mixed with a tinge of hope. You wanted to believe her—wanted to believe that Jay wasn't gone for good. That maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for you both. "I hope he's ready sooner," you whispered, mostly to yourself.

Gale smiled softly, squeezing your hand. "He will be, dear. He will be."

And for the first time in days, you allowed yourself to believe it.

You were just about ready to give up on your little plan. The late-night pacing, the carefully thought-out words you kept rehearsing, the shallow breaths you took every time someone walked past your door, making you hope it was him—none of it mattered anymore. All you wanted was to see him. Not to win him back with promises or persuade him with tears. You didn't want a dramatic confession or a scene worthy of a novel. You just needed to apologize. Raw. Honest. Undressed of pride.

You wanted to fall to your knees and let your voice break if it had to—no speeches, no theatrics. Just the truth.

Gale's words, kind and warm as they were, managed to soothe the ache in your chest for a moment. But the second you were alone again, it all returned. The guilt. The longing. The sense of finality you weren't ready to accept. The empty space beside you in bed taunted you, cold and wide. Sleep was a cruel taskmaster, dangling nightmares in front of you like bait—making you relive every sharp word from that argument with Jay, every glance, every moment where things could've been different if only. You tried not to spiral. But regret had a vice grip on your mind, and tonight, it wasn't letting go.

You curled into yourself tighter, arms wrapped around your knees, the sheets twisted and damp beneath you. Then—just like that night. That night. The night you discovered that cursed room. You heard something.

A sound.

At first, it was faint, like a knock or a bump you could've easily written off as your imagination. But it came again, louder this time. A low thud. Then a rhythm. Followed by—

Muffled voices.

And then—rustling. Not of sheets or careless steps, but something more... heated. Frenzied.

Clothes.

You stiffened. Your breath hitched, heart pounding in the hollow of your throat. Carefully, you slipped from the bed, padding silently over to the shared wall. You pressed your ear against the cool plaster, brows furrowing as you strained to make sense of the sounds. A woman's voice floated through—barely audible. But clear enough to make you freeze.

"Jay..."

You flinched. It was barely a whisper, but the way she said it—drawn out, breathy—felt like a slap across the face.

Then the moans came. Quiet, but unmistakable. And not from pain.

You pulled back instinctively. A sharp breath escaped your lips as you pressed your palm over your mouth, eyes wide. No. No, this couldn't be happening. Was Jay—was he in the next room? Was he seriously—

Fucking someone else?

The thought alone made your stomach churn. You shook your head, trying to dismiss it. Maybe it was just your paranoia. You'd been on edge. Sleep-deprived. Maybe your mind was playing tricks.

But something darker within you needed to know.

Cold feet met colder floors as you crept to the hallway, your fingers trembling as they touched the doorknob. You didn't even register your breath until it caught in your throat when the door cracked open.

Then you saw it.

Jay.

Right there. In the dim glow of the other room, bathed in red-hued light like some twisted painting, he was with another woman. Not just with her—inside her. His back taut, muscles flexing with every deep thrust. Her red silk dress bunched around her waist, one strap sliding off her shoulder. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted in some silent cry of pleasure. One hand gripping the sheets, the other—touching herself, palming her breasts with abandon.

It was obscene.

Your hand flew to your mouth as you nearly let out a sound—a gasp, a sob, a scream—you weren't sure. You tore your eyes away from the woman, only to find something far more haunting.

Jay.

He was staring at you.

Dead on. Like he knew. Like he had been waiting for you to walk in and see him. There wasn't an ounce of surprise on his face. Just... intention.

He wanted you to see this.

You couldn't breathe. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to turn away. To run. To slam the door shut and forget what you just witnessed.

But you couldn't move.

His thrusts didn't slow. If anything, they grew more purposeful. Harder. Deeper. He kept his eyes on you, never once breaking the connection, even as he reached up and wrapped a hand around the woman's throat—his lips moving.

"You were curious, weren't you?"

You saw the words leave his mouth before he leaned down and kissed her—filthy, open-mouthed, tongue and all, like he wanted to taint the moment just a bit more for you. Like it wasn't just about fucking her—it was about hurting you.

The heat that surged through you was unbearable. A sick mix of heartbreak and humiliation, rage and—worse—arousal. You hated yourself for the way your thighs clenched. For the heat rising to your cheeks. For not being able to look away.

You felt like a puppet in his grasp. Spellbound. Stuck.

And when he was done, he discarded the woman like she was nothing. She clung to him, whining about how she wanted to sleep over, how he could use her again in the morning. He didn't respond. He didn't even look at her.

Jay just stood, bare-chested, sweat-slicked, and reached for his clothes in silence. When she finally left, heels clacking down the hallway in defeat, he followed behind, buttoning up his shirt, face unreadable.

He walked out without a glance.

And then the door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with the image seared in your mind—of him, of her, and everything in between.

And you broke.

// to be continued //

The Entire Series > CLique Here

Chapter 8 - Use them on you

[saraxsz]

You were in your bed, fully unclothed and had your dildo all ready and prepped. You were a horny mess since Toji had left you all horny.

Before this, Toji had texted you while he was at work saying. "Hey love, im on my way home with your favorite snack." You had gotten excited since you've been telling him that you wanted to get some macaroons to eat.

"Babe, really? Can I see what you got me!!" you replied. you were excited but your smiled immediately faded away when Toji had sent you a picture. Instead of seeing some macaroons, you had saw a picture of his long, hard, cock. you left him on seen since you couldn't believe that he lied to you. But, you would be lying if you said that you didn't like it.

You had gotten your dildo that you secretly hid under your bed, and put some lube on it. You fingered yourself a bit before you pushed your hot pink dildo in and out of your tight walls. "Toji.." you moaned. you did this all while looking at Tojis rock hard cock. You had been too busy masterbating that you didn't hear the front door unlock. When you heard footsteps coming closer you panicked and quickly turned off your phone and put some pants and shirt on. you left the dildo inside of you since you didn't have any time to hide it. your bedroom door opened and you stood right in front of Toji.

"Love, you left my picture on seen. Did you not like it?" Toji asked while smiling, obviously teasing you. "I hated it. I was expecting an actual snack, I hate you and your stupid dick." Toji's eyes widened when you said that and chuckled a bit. "I know you dont mean it. Come on and show me how much you supposdley hate me." he said while picking you up and taking you to the living room. Toji hated having sex on the bed since it was 'boring' to him.

Toji laid you on the couch and before you could stop him from doing anything, he had already pulled your pants down and saw your pink dildo inside of you. "Toji.." you said in embarrassment.

Toji started smiling even more and pulled the dildo out of you. "Since when did you have a dildo? It makes me a bit sad knowing that you have this, even though you have me right here." "Shut up, youre-" Toji interrupted you and started thrusting the dildo back inside of you, he was starting to go in and out. "ngh.. stop it.." you moaned. Toji was watching and observing on how the dildo went in and out of your pussy. "My dick is totally better than this dumb toy. Its not even as half as big as my cock."

You started getting flustered as Toji continued teasing you with the dildo. "Baby, stop this." you said while moaning, you were so close to reaching your climax even though Toji barely started using the dildo on you. "Fine, I guess i'll stop." Toji then took the dildo out. but, he started to rub your sensitive clit with his cock. "Do you like this? is this better?" "mhm.." you felt shivers go down your spine. you rocked your hips a bit, your hard clit was begging for more. "mm.. Should I put my 'stupid' cock inside here?" he led his cock down to your tight hole, teasingly inserting his tip in and out.

"Toji, don't play around with me. Just put it in already." you were begging for his cock and although you were embarrassed about it, you really wanted it. "Why should I? I'm not that horny now that I think of it." Toji was clearly just trying to get you annoyed and it was working. you looked at him and you rolled your eyes as he started teasing you about it. "Then why did you send me those pictures? you can't send me stuff like that and then leave me hanging."

Toji kept on smiling and he sighed before finally entering his cock inside of you. "Fine.. since you so desperately want my cock in you." You immediately came all over his cock and moaned loudly. you were already feeling so much tension since you were masterbating before he came to do this. when you felt yourself orgasm so quick, you covered your face with the pillow right next to you.

"did you just.. cum? so fast? I didn't know my cock was that good." Toji was now making fun of you for it and you started to tear up a bit. your ego went down a bit and you were so embarrassed because of it. "Leave me alone." Toji noticed the mood change and removed the pillow off your face. he still had that smirk on his face when he saw your teary eyes and your frown. "Babe, I was just playing around. don't get all upset." He said as he wiped your tears. you were super sensitive and you did not joke around when it comes up to sex. before you could thank Toji for comforting you, he slams his cock inside of you.

"I didn't get to cum though, so just wait for me to finish, Kay?" You moaned and yelped as he kept on thrusting. your pussy was even more sensitive since you had just came earlier. you wrapped your arms around Toji's back and held onto him. "At least be a bit gentle.." you whispered. knowing Toji though, you knew he wouldn't. "I'm sorry, love. but I just cant hold back when it comes to your body."

He was practically balls deep inside you right now. you were feeling amazing. you made out with Toji as he continued slamming his dick inside of you. all you could hear right now was your loud wet cunt. "You feel so amazing, gosh, let me cum inside.. please?" You shook your head and you told him not to. you were for sure not gonna risk getting pregnant. "Toji, pull out before you cum." you said in between your moans.

Toji was getting close to his limit but, he wasn't pulling out at all.in fact, he went even faster and deeper. you squealed as he did so. you knew he was getting close to reaching to his own climax, and so were you. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Thankfully, Toji managed to pull out and came all over your stomach. you came at the same time he did.

"I almost became a dad right there.. we should be more careful next time." Toji says as he laughs, you were annoyed tho. "We? it was all you. I told you to pull out."

Toji was playfully trying to rage bait you and it worked. but, at least you had a really good sex session.

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Vil's Lemon Cookies

A/N: This is a commission for @starshiningsirius . I am happy I was able to write it. Vil is very handsome... I secretly love him a lot. I will express it more in the future I hope.

tags: fem!reader, aphrodisiac, closet sex wc: 4.6k+

You looked at the macaroons with a defeated sigh. They looked horrific. You stayed up all night making them. The entire recipe was made from scratch to show the person you wanted to give them to that you were capable of putting your heart into something like this. You tried to make them in cute little heart shapes for Valentine’s Day but it was all in vain.

They were oblong and abstract in shapes. The cream filling was the only appealing part. You knew the task would be extremely tedious, however the effort was necessary for the person you wanted to give the cookies to. “They don’t look that bad…” Grim yawned in the wooden chair, nodding off with lazy blinks of his big, round eyes. He had stayed up all night to help you, but now the desire for sleep was here to claim his conscious state. “They’re supposed to look like hearts, Grim.” You mumbled as the defeat melted into an expression more forlorn. “Close enough.” He yawned with a wide stretch of his jaw as you looked at the clock on your phone. It was 5:50am, consequently your classes started at 7:30. You didn’t really have time for a power nap AND to get ready. But you also didn’t want to be too exhausted to give the cookies to your Valentine. 

Sam promised that the strange vial of lemon extract would bring you closer to the person you baked the liquid into. Part of you wondered if it was bull, since it sounded more like some mystical love potion. And you were pretty sure during your History of Magic classes, the Professor had mentioned that was extremely illegal. But Sam could have been pitching you a metaphor. Or maybe he really did sell you a crime. Thinking about it in detail was starting to give you a headache. “Grim, do you want to go to school today?” You questioned the beast through your own exhaustion as your eyes roamed across the table. Covered in excess flour and remnants of your baking tragedy. You were only met with his soft snoring. Taking that as a firm ‘no’ to your question you sighed. 

You would be flying solo today, or perhaps even sneaking off to the library to catch up on some sleep. After cleaning up and tying your ugly macaroons up in a thin plastic bag and violet colored ribbon, you carried Grim upstairs to bed. You tucked him in and began to get ready for school with your eyes threatening to shut at every moment. The cafeteria sold espresso shots. You thought that grabbing one would be the best course of action for when you made it to the building. If you didn’t fall asleep walking down the path first. You showered and washed your hair, brushed your teeth while scrubbing the crust from your sleepy eyes. Finally, you got into your uniform. You looked yourself over in the mirror as a quick glance over for any possible imperfections. Maybe some lip gloss? Mascara maybe?

It was Valentine’s Day and you wanted to look your best to take away attention from the disfigured macaroons. But for now you just wanted to sleep on the couch. You grabbed your school bag and your phone, heading down to the lobby of Ramshackle for a swift power nap. The ghosts promised they would wake you up in time for classes, but they seemed worried. You were up all night. They thought that maybe it would be better for you to skip the first few hours to catch up on a few hours of needed rest. But you refused. With sorry expressions, they promised to wake you up in time. 

-♡- 

You walked to school with haste. A scowl on your face with your eyes glued to your phone. Your blazer shielding you from the rain pelting against you. And it was only going to get stronger. The ghosts did wake you in time for classes. But only for that. You wouldn’t have any time to go hunting for the person you wished to gift the macaroons to. It could be that they intended for you to get some much needed sleep. But you didn’t have that in your timetable for Valentine’s Day. You had the cookies tucked into your school bag, pouting in silence as you made your way up the wet, stone stairs of the college. 

As you entered, your tired eyes spotted Vil walking far ahead on his way to class. You didn’t have time to stop him, and Rook was already singing his praises. The moment you reached your first class, the bell had rang. With a joyless and exhausted sigh you sat in your seat and pulled your notebook from your bag. The least you could do was get ready for a long lecture. But you didn’t realize that when you closed your eyes, the bell would be ringing again to signal the end of class. 

You actually fell asleep at your desk. 

Whipping your head around, seeing most of the students already heading to their next class. It left you with a sour taste in your mouth. This had to be the worst Valentine’s Day you had ever experienced. You shoved your things back into your bag, quickly rising to your feet to make it to your next class. However the thought of skipping to sleep in the library sounded more and more appealing with every step. As you left the classroom, a familiar face was waiting for you. A wide and friendly smile, his blunt bob pulled back into a ponytail and his hat missing from his head. “Bonjour! Did you sleep well?” Rook asked in a way most found unsettling. 

But with your attempts to be in the gaze of Vil, you had gotten used to him. “Very funny…” You mumbled as your pace began to slow as he walked beside you “Non, non! It is not a jest, I was sent to fetch you!~!” He chuckled as you finally slowed to a stop in the bustling hallway. A warmth settled in your face as you looked at him with suspicion. There was only one person that Rook would ever obey. “Do you have time after school?” He asked and you swiftly nodded. No hesitation needed. “Très bien! Please go straight to the Film Club at the end of the day. Someone will be waiting for you there,” Rook followed after you as you walked to your next class with your heart jumping excitedly in your chest. “And this is from me.” He handed you a small violet box as you reached the classroom door. Giving you a small nod farewell as the bell rang above you. You pulled open the box and frowned. It was an anatomically correct heart made of red chocolate. 

Gross. But fitting for someone like Rook to give as a gift. 

-♡-

The school day had finally ended, and you took in a small inhale as you stood outside of the Film Club. The chocolate heart Rook had gifted you was loaded with caffeine. Just enough for you to make it through the rest of the day. Hopefully there would be no one else present, you knew how aggressive some of the other students could be towards Vil. You rehearsed what you wanted to say in your mind as you started to pace. Smoothing out wrinkles in your uniform and trying to fix your hair. Should you try to play things cool? Maybe acting aloof and sultry? Be friendly, but not too friendly… Right? You swallowed down your anxiety and raised your head. Your hand clutched the brass knob tightly.

Just his acknowledgement would be enough to make you happy. It was quiet on the other side.

You took in a slow inhale, and let it all out before announcing that you were coming in. You forced open the door, eyes filled with determination. “Excuse me, Vil-” You stopped as a boiling warmth stung the flesh of your face. Amethyst colored eyes locked with yours as Vil frowned, holding a script in his slender, well manicured fingers. His hair was up in a neat braided bun, his ears had shimmering crystal earrings dangling softly with each delicate movement. “What? Come in, don’t just stand there.” He instructed firmly from where he leaned against the table. A silk, royal purple shirt exposing the flesh of his chest. Not a scar or freckle to be accounted for. It was tucked neatly into a pair of black Victorian styled trousers that naturally accentuated the gorgeous silhouette of his body. Down to blood colored stilettos, making Vil four inches taller than before. You were taken aback by his appearance. You didn’t expect him to be dressed for the club already.

Now you felt far too underdressed to see him. 

Your disheveled uniform made you feel the urge to spin on your heels and leave the room. “Um…” Your rehearsals were all in vain as you awkwardly closed the door to the club room behind you. “Yes? Did Rook send you? Perfect, I needed to speak with you this morning.” He wasn’t waiting for you to explain yourself and jumped to his own conclusions with a grin. The soft rain pelting against the glass windows. It pulled you deeper into the room as the adrenaline you felt began to wane. The script in his hands was discarded to the table's surface. He curled his finger with a smile. “Come here my little sweet potato. I have a gift for you.” His voice was silky as he walked over to another table and began to dig through his school bag. Your heart was pounding as you came closer, smiling to yourself as the burning reached the sensitive tips of your ears. He called you his sweet potato.

It was rare for him to use that nickname. Since you had gotten closer, he only referred to you by name or the appropriate title of Prefect. You stood before him. Your face was hot as you struggled to remain still. To fight the urge to fidget from excitement. “Hold out your hands.” He instructed sweetly with an arm hidden behind his back, towering over you with a soft expression.

He really was gorgeous. You swallowed down even more anxiety, inhaling the faint floral scent of his cologne as you held out your hands obediently. “For you, happy Valentine’s Day.” He cooed sweetly as he handed you an expensive bar of chocolate. Lined in gold foil and telling you it was number one in the world. Almost like it was made to be photographed; not eaten. “I had it imported from home. No other chocolate can compare, so I know it’s something you will enjoy.” He chuckled softly as you looked at it with wide eyes. Traditionally, girls were to present boys with sweets on Valentine’s Day. The favor was to be returned on March 14th, White Day. Maybe things were different in Twisted Wonderland considering Rook had given you that chocolate heart earlier. Either way, you appreciated it a lot.

“I planned to give it to you first thing this morning. But I couldn’t find the time to give it to you. I know it’s inconvenient since my club starts in,” He paused and reached for his phone. Only to click his tongue in annoyance. “Ten minutes.” The Housewarden appeared dissatisfied as you marveled silently at the expensive treat. “I actually have something for you too!” You looked up at Vil, your heart drumming in your ears as a wave of surprise flashed in his face. 

You felt that bubbling insecurity rise as you rested your school bag on the table, digging through it to retrieve the now slightly smashed and so-very unsightly macaroons. You pulled them sadly from your bag and your shoulders sagged in disappointment. “They… They’re supposed to be macaroons…” You muttered sadly as you looked at the bag in your hands. It was far worse than this morning. The overwhelming urge to break down and cry began to snake its way to the front of your brain. You were so tired, even after having three espresso shots and power napping in the library instead of attending P.E you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Valentine’s Day truly felt like a disaster. 

You weren’t sure if the tears starting to well in your eyes were from exhaustion or if they were from the feeling of failure. “Did you make those for me?” Vil asked as you hesitated, before nodding with a small sniffle. “I tried… I shouldn’t have stuffed them in my bag.” Your fingers brushed his own as he accepted the treats with a smile. He reached out and gently thumbed away your tears with a soft hum. “I can tell you put in the effort.” Vil teased softly as you leaned into his touch. “I’m supposed to be dieting,” Vil began as he pulled away from you. Watching as you blinked yourself back into reality.

His elegant fingers pulled the ribbon free as he sat at the table and you took the chair across from him. “but I think since it’s a holiday I can have a few of these. After all, you worked so hard on them.” He smiled softly as he took one of the macaroons still intact. Instead of what was supposed to be a perfect circle, it looked somewhat like a misshapen heart. “Are these lemon flavored?” He asked curiously, biting delicately at the corner of the treat as you sheepishly nodded with a soft sniffle. “I had bought lemon extract from Sam’s shop. I thought it would be unique instead of the traditional chocolate. But… It didn’t come out right…” You explained as Vil ate slowly, chewing and smiling as he went for another. You couldn’t tell him that the lemon extract may be magical. 

“I wanted to make them perfect but I hadn't made macaroons until last night… I’m sorry.” You apologized as your body began to feel heavy with the exhaustion creeping through your body. The tears didn’t help either and the gentle pat of rain started to lull you into a comforting state. Vil shook his head in disagreement. His brows creased as he finished off the cookie. “They taste amazing actually. The appearance is appalling, yes, but the flavor is beyond expectations. And I have a very expensive taste.” He cooed as the flush in your face returned as you propped your head in your hands with a dreamy smile. He liked them! “Did you even try your own creation?” Vil hummed and you shook your head in response. 

You didn’t have time. “Here,” The Housewarden grabbed one of the pastel yellow macaroons, this one had taken a shape similar to a boot. “Ahhhh~” He sang as you nervously parted your lips, tasting the lemony cream and the softness of the flaky macaroon against your tongue. Vil was right, even though they looked hideous, they were actually really good. A perfect balance of bittersweetness, the shells were soft and easy to eat, the cream coated your tongue and was the perfect thickness. “Practice makes perfect of course. I’ll be expecting some more of these soon. I’ll pay for whatever ingredients as long as you work on your piping skills.” He laughed, soft like windchime bells as you chewed slowly and savored the taste. The two of you sat and talked, the conversation flowed perfectly. Even when he scolded you for sacrificing your sleep for the sake of a pastry as you started to nod off in front of him.

The cookies and the chocolate had been finished. As the other club members started to file in you sensed that it was time for you to go. But you couldn’t shake this feeling. It wasn’t the overwhelming desire to lay on the ground and sleep. It was a burning sensation deep inside your stomach. Filling you with a dull ache that made you cross your ankles and rub your knees together. You felt… Horny. 

You weren’t sure if it was that time for you to be ovulating already. Something absolutely felt off. Your cheeks were burning, and you looked across the table at Vil who was now resting his head in his hand. His cheeks were a soft rouge as he stared at the empty plastic bag with only remnants of the cookies the two of you had finished. Vil had eaten most of them. “My little sweet potato…” He sounded irritated as he pulled a smile across his face, looking at you with his eyes darkening. The lemon extract. 

Sam said it would help you get closer to the person you fed it to. It wasn’t poison right? “You said you bought that lemon extract from Sam’s?” He asked as he straightened up, folding his hands across the table as you tried looking away. You felt guilty now, writhing nervously in your chair. “Are you sure it was just lemon extract?” He asked through clenched teeth as you felt the cotton of your panties starting to cling the longer you sat. Images of Vil’s angry expression swarmed your frontal lobe and all you wanted was to be forced to apologize. 

There was absolutely something wrong. 

Sam never said how much to use, so you had used the entire bottle in your cookies. Clearly that was a bad idea with how your bodies seemed to be reacting. “I see the club is starting!” You jumped to your feet to escape the interrogation. Swaying slightly from tiredness as the rain sounded much heavier now. Grabbing your bag with haste, your palms sweaty as you rushed to the door. “Thank you for the chocolate.” You breathed out as the burning feeling grew and grew. There was the debate between holding back the carnal hunger until you made it to Ramshackle, or sneaking into a janitor's closet to quickly relieve yourself of the hungry feeling. Either way you wanted a nap afterwards.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” The breathless growl made the hair on the back of your neck stand straight to attention. Vil was right behind you with his hands clenched into tight fists. Your thighs quivered in excitement as sweat began to pool beneath your stuffy uniform. Some of the club members called out to the two of you, bringing you both back to the current reality. “I’m going to walk the Prefect to the bathroom. Just in case there are male students lingering in the halls.” Vil’s excuse was flimsy, but of course his club was filled with sparkling eyes as they nodded and commented on how kind Vil was. 

You weren’t sure either of you would make it to the bathroom. 

As you left together, you could feel Vil close behind. A hand lingering along your lower back as you stumbled your way to the nearest door. Funny enough, it was a janitor's closet. You glanced around. Taking note of the hallway's emptiness, grabbing the handle to the door. Vil urged you forward, a silent command as you swallowed and obeyed. You opened the door as Vil gave you another soft push. It was small and cramped. Dark and filled with the faint scent of lemony-scented cleaning supplies. The door shut behind you with a click. Now shrouding you in the black shadows as a pair of lips found your throat, and strong hands began to pull and yank at your uniform. “I want you to take responsibility for whatever mistake you made.” He snarled against your skin. Sucking and biting at the flesh as you were pushed deeper into the closet. Your skin was on fire, your hips rubbing back against his clothed crotch as he pressed you against the wall of the closet. You were like pliable clay. Submitting to the idea of being molded into whatever it was your queen wanted. 

The roughness was pleasant, the fantasy of wanting to be closer to someone you once saw as unreachable was pleasant. You continued to grind as Vil’s hips moved in tandem with yours. Soft moans and cries filled the tiny closet space. The sounds echoed through your skull as you pulled up the fabric of your skirt, silently begging for more. Vil was of course quick to pick up on things. “You did this on purpose?” He asked and you shook your head. Your eyes screwed shut as he panted softly in your ear. Cool hands slid along your hips as your panties were forced down the plush flesh of your thighs. “Liar.” He chuckled in amusement as a slender finger slipped inside of you. Your body jerked in surprise. Vil pumped and curled slowly as your walls constricted and relaxed around the digit. Your body was so excited to finally feel your more intimate needs satiated. “I know you did this on purpose. Poisoning me like this… All for a little attention?” His voice tickled the flesh of your ear as his finger pumped and curled vigorously inside of you. “It was an accident.” The words came out breathless. Hardly audible as Vil continued to kiss and suck at your neck. 

You felt happy with the lingering knowledge that it would bruise on your skin. The affectionate and hungry welts by someone you had wanted to be recognized by for so long. “You could have just asked me.” Your head jerked in surprise. Asking and or suggesting your affections directly was a herculean feat you could only dare to dream of. The curling finger pressed and prodded at a rough patch of nerves inside of you. It caused your body to jump in surprise as you shook your head. “Your fans would kill me-”

“So you DID do this on purpose?” He teased and you started to pout. His mouth was much kinder now as he pressed kisses against your hot skin. A second finger slipped inside of you. “No… I… I didn’t know it would…” You were starting to feel light headed through your confession. “Sam said it would get us closer… But I thought it was… It was one of those lame metaphors so I would buy it…” You grumbled as Vil chuckled softly. He was amused. His pumping slowed. Sensually rubbing your wet velvety insides. Coating his digits with your juices as he continued to kiss and suck lightly at your flesh. “Such innocent intentions. I choose to believe you, my little sweet potato.” The nickname appeared again. “But,” He paused as the pumping stopped, and you started to pout. Your head pressing against the wall as you gnawed at your bottom lip in frustration. Vil gently patted the flesh of your ass as the sound of shuffling clothes muted the silence between you.

“there are consequences for being so naïve. Especially since you’ve pulled me into your little mess.” You could feel something rubbing against the plush meat of your moistened entrance. Round tip, smeared with something sticky and wet. Twitching and throbbing with anticipation for more to come. “Now, now my little sweet potato. How badly did you want me to do this with you?” Very was the correct answer. Vil knew that. But he wanted to hear you say it. To push the pleas’ past your own lips for him to savor. He wanted to egosurf your sentences. To hear you admit how much you’ve wanted him and for how long. The once unattainable, has become attainable to you. And only you. You reached back, curling your hand through Vil’s champagne colored hair. Once in its neat braided bun, but now loose with the ends curled from accumulated sweat. You carefully craned your neck. Your lips are just now brushing against Vil’s as you feel his cock start to slowly slip inside of you. Your walls stretched open for him. Allowing him to penetrate deeper and deeper as the two of you panted quietly in the dark.

Your lips caught his in a chaste and starved kiss. “I really like you… I’m sorry I tricked you.” The apology was breathless as your stomach coiled in excitement. The filling feeling made your eyes start to roll back into your skull as Vil took the chance to rub his tongue against your bottom lip. “I’ll apologize with my body. So I can show you I mean it.” You couldn’t believe your words were your own. Maybe it was the magical lemon extract. Maybe it was Vil giving you what you always wanted. Maybe it was you finally feeling confident after all of today’s stumbles and mishaps. His hips started to slowly thrust as a cacophony of soft moans filled the tiny cleaning closet. 

“I forgive you. I always will.” Vil grunted as he pistoned his hips against yours. His hands rubbing along your flesh as he slipped them up your uniform shirt to fondle the flesh of your breasts. Not bothering to remove your bra as his hands forced themselves under the fabric to squeeze, knead, and tease. Your nipples were rubbed and pinched by his slender fingers. Pulling all sorts of whines out of you that you didn’t know you were capable of making. His lips caught yours. Eating your weak mewls and giving you the reminisced flavor of the lemon macaroons. Even if they were clumsy, they got you this far. His thrusts were steady as Vil pressed his body flush with yours. You could hear every sound. You could smell the salt of his skin and the fading fragrance of his floral cologne. The feeling of his clothes and skin rubbing against you, slowly growing overstimulating and too much to bear. You only wished that you could see his expressions. And that he could see yours. 

You wanted Vil to know that you felt just as amazing as he did. Accepting his thrusts and how they quickened from excitement. How you could feel that coil in your stomach preparing to snap. 

Your legs quivered as you braced your hands tightly against the wall. Your walls clenched and convulsed. Wet juices coating your inner thighs as Vil’s thrusts began to grow sloppy. Throbbing inside of you with each punch to the special bundle of nerves inside you. Stimulating you both to the awaited end of an orgasm. He panted in your ear. Moaning softly how he was so close. And so were you. “Can… I’m cumming…” He whispered weakly. His perfect appearance had become disheveled. His voice cracking and whimpering as he jerked his hips against you. Your body growing limp as the lewd smacks of skin filled the small, pitch black closet. The faint scent of lemony cleaning supplies had vanished now. Replaced with the intense smell of salty skin and lust. 

You were cumming. Your body seized as Vil flattened your body against the wall. You felt so tired. Your eyes shutting as Vil peppered your face in kisses, rubbing his hands along your sweat slicked body as the warmth of his seed filled your body as the two of you came together. Twitching and throbbing together with your head growing heavy against the wall. You panted softly with Vil in the small closet. Just barely processing his words. “Will you be okay heading back on your own?” Vil asked quietly and you slowly shook your head in refusal. It wasn’t necessarily that you didn’t trust yourself to make it back to Ramshackle. You just didn’t want to go alone. You wanted Vil to go with you. You wanted to be with him longer. 

Just for the rest of Valentine’s Day. 

[scr11bles]

Hi! Could I have a medic x fem! Reader Italian espresso with a side of chocolate macaron and chocolate cake?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- italian espresso: "Try to stay quiet, understand?" + chocolate cake: forced proximity + chocolate macaroon: rough sex

(MDNI UNDER THE CUT!)

cw: technically cnc (reader wants it but theres no explicit permission given), a little bloodplay but its barely there so??, unprotected sex

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Honestly, you thought Medic hated you. Really, most of the team did when you first showed up, mainly because you were a new face (and also a woman but you reprimanded them swiftly and proved yourself overtime), but Medic always seemed to be the one that would ignore you the most. Even Spy treated you like you existed, which is saying a lot in reference to the Frenchman and his closed off put together personality.

Medic ignored you so much that you haven't even gotten your surgery to have the ability to be Übercharged. Which, in retrospective makes the situation worse for him and you. Ultimately more him than you, since without the ability to Übercharge, you were a prime target for the other duplicate team, constantly being the main focus of their ire. With this, Medic had to follow you around more, pushing himself away from the group and heal you with his medigun before walking away with a scoff and grumbling under his breath.

That particular incident was even happening now, Medic having to strafe away from the group and running behind you to heal you as you outran and skillfully shot at the Blue Scout that wouldn't leave you the fuck alone. Though just as you turn the corner with medic in tow, the enemy Heavy and his own Medic appear, causing you to skid to a stop and turn around, your shoulder crashing into Medic's, making you to trip and catch yourself before running in the opposite direction, barely avoiding the rain of bullets that whir from the Blue Heavy's gun. Running on pure adrenaline and the fear of feeling the pain of being killed (You bitched about that for weeks when you began- how do these people have the ability to literally undo death, but not be able to prevent the pain that comes from it?).

You feverishly turn another corner, entering one of the spacious rooms of the Teufort location and scrambling towards one of the nearby doors, opening it wide and grabbing onto Medic's arm to pull him through with you. Sure, the man probably hated your guts and didn't give two shits about how you ended up, but that doesn't mean you would leave him behind, he is your teammate after all.

Though when you expect to run into a different room, you slam into the wall of... A closet? Fuck. Medic crashes in after you, his medigun clattering to the floor as the door is shut behind the two of you. The closet is smaller than it appears to be, forcing you to squirm against the doctor as your heart pounds in your chest from the combination of fear and adrenaline, making your chest rise and fall quickly, your lungs screaming for the air that was stripped from you during the chase. All of the sudden you feel your heart drop as Medic's large hand wraps around your mouth, silencing your frantic breathing. The smell of latex and blood making your head feel fuzzy.

"Try to stay quiet, understand der Schatz?"

His voice is silken but with a twist, the tone he uses holding a sort of rumbling growl in its depths. You feel Medic's other hand snake around your waist, tugging you towards him to press your back against his chest, and you can feel that he too is panting, his warm breaths ghosting against the back of your ear. You turn your head to the side slightly, making eye contact with him and letting your expression get away from you as your eyes go wide from the shock of him being so close and willingly touching you. The way your eyes must've been bugging out of your head makes Medic smirk down at you, the man chuckling darkly. It isn't the first time you've heard the sound, but when he's so close you feel the rumble and baritone of the sound, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Footsteps pound against the flooring outside the door to the closet and you swear you feel Medic pull you closer to him, his hand still staying pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes stay wide as you hear the enemy Medic and Heavy talk, praying to whatever god that they wouldn't find you and your own Medic and shoot the two of you dead. As the footsteps of the enemy fades, you imagined crying from the relief. Thinking that Medic would let go, you try to move forward and reach for the doorhandle until you feel Medic tighten his grip on you and keep you in place, making you cinch your eyebrows together and crane your neck to look up at him behind you.

"We should wait. They could be lingering..."

He murmurs against the shell of your ear, immediately feeling your face burn from the close proximity. You suppose he was right, and this position didn't really hurt, in fact- you really liked this position. Medics hand splays across your stomach, his gloved fingers practically teasing the edge of the shirt of your uniform, threatening to slip the cool latex under the fabric and tease your skin. You in turn arch you back into him, the chill of his gloves making you squirm, causing Medic to tighten his hold on you even more.

"Careful Schatz, you're not trying to provoke me, are you?"

He teases, sliding his gloved hand under your shirt and letting his fingers roam across your stomach, slowly inching his fingers up to your ribs and feeling him shudder as he touches the bottom of your ribcage. His deft fingers prodded at your ribs before sliding his hand up further and cupping your breast through your bra, giving the sensitive mound of flesh a rough squeeze that elicits a hiss from you. Once again, Medic chuckles against your ear, lowering his face to nuzzle the side of you neck before biting onto the curve where you neck meets your shoulder, sinking his teeth deep into your skin and pulling away when you whimper to lick at the blood that pools at the marks.

You murmur his name, and you feel the twitch in his pants start to grow behind you, his hand around your breast tightening once more for a rough squeeze before trailing back down to your pants, sliding his gloved fingers beneath the fabric and pushing aside your panties before swiping a finger across your slickening folds. The wet sounds that echo off the closet walls make you whine, embarrassment and pleasure flooding through your veins at the sound of your arousal.

"Don't be shy Liebe, I've wanted this too."

Medic growls against the skin of your throat, his gloved fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit while relishing in the small noises that escape you and the quivers of your body. You swallow shakily, letting a particularly large moan tumble past your lips when Medic pushes two fingers into the depths of your wet heat, the texture of his gloves and thickness of his fingers making your brain short circuit. He curls his fingers deep inside you and keeps his thumb on your clit, the stimulation making your knees grow weak and pathetic whines exude from your throat. At a particular brush against your sweet spot, a loud moan escapes past your lips. Medic curves his fingers deeper into you, thrust his fingers knuckle deep into you and eliciting a louder moan from your lips. When you part your lips to make more noise, Medics hand around your jaw shifts, the doctor forcefully shoving his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue.

"Ich hätte nicht erwartet, dass du so laut bist."

He murmurs into your ear, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt and grinning wickedly when you whine from the loss of stimulation. Bastard. Though your whining comes to an end when you feel him yank down your pants and undoing his just as swiftly, shuddering as you feel his cock brush against your skin. Medic shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag on the latex of his gloves while he pushes your head back against his shoulder. The doctor loops his other arm under your knee, forcing your thigh to press against your chest to give him easy access to your weeping core. He guides his cock to align with you dripping cunt, rubbing himself through your folds to create a makeshift lube before plunging deep into you, ignoring the gagged moan that drips from your lips at the burn and stretch of him within you.

Medic doesn't let you adjust, needlessly and roughly thrusting up into you and letting out faint pleasurable grunts while pressing down harder on your tongue with his fingers, not caring that some of the blood from his gloves is smearing onto your lips and your tongue, the copperish-iron taste making you gag further. Your body convulses beneath the doctor as he doesn't relent in his pace, the piston of his hips making you hiccup and stutter over your already barely formed words. Medic bites down on your neck again, sucking what you know is going to be a deep hickey later into your skin. At the sound of your muffled moans, Medic chuckles his usual dark chuckle into the skin of your throat, his grunts morphing into deep moans.

"So tight Schatz, I should've done this sooner."

The man grunts, a piece of his usually slicked back hair falling from its hold and brushing against the lens of his glasses. His thrusts start to stutter, turning his body and pushing you up against the wall of the closet to pound into you harder without abandon. The new pace and angle makes you weak in the knees, bracing yourself up against the wall as you moan and whimper while drooling over his fingers. Through the flutter of your walls, he knows your close, shifting his hold under your knee to position his fingers perfectly over your clit, rubbing harsh circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

With the stimulation you feel the heated band growing in your belly snap, your hold against the wall becoming weak as you cum and squeeze him like a vice, the pressure pushing him over the edge too, making him paint the inside of your cunt with all he has. Medic thrusts harshly a few more times while nipping at you neck as the two of you come down from your highs.

Medic pulls out of you with a strangled grunt, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth and patting your cheek with a small chuckle as he helps you back into your pants, the sentiment coming off as odd but endearing all the same.

"You failed!"

Fuck. The Administrators voice rings out through the whole area of Teufort, signalling your loss against your mirror team. You turn to Medic and grimace, the two do you are definitely getting interrogated on where you were instead of helping. Surely you can come up with something convincing, right?

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first request!!! i hope i did medic justice he was my og crush when my brother introduced me to tf2

[crowttore]

Rectifying the lack of Anaxa questions, gimme sunlight, ribbon and mmmm macaroon? Thanks! :D

you're so cute >w< also had quite the giggle about this being at the back end of three anaxa asks dghjkahsgd

sunlight ৻ꪆ what does a perfect saturday morning look like for the two of you?

Please Anaxa... stay in bed.. You don't have to get up early to go argue with people... please... the blankets have accepted us as their own and we shouldn't break their trust.. Slow morning, sharing a light breakfast, going for a walk outside if the weather permits (or cuddles) :3

ribbon ৻ꪆ what kind of gifts do they buy you? what gifts do you buy them?

Ooooh this is a difficult question... I think Anaxa would be surprisingly good at buying jewellery and clothes (ahem especially garments that won't be seen by others). I'd mostly be gifting him old books, scrolls, odd ingredients for his experiments.. I have a penchant for getting my hands on ✨weird things✨ and would probably be using that for his benefit ><

macaroon ৻ꪆ where do you and your lover adore to have sex?

Listen. As much as I am a Bed Supremacist, I can imagine Anaxa loves to get freaky in semi-public settings. Gives him a thrill. A secluded corner of the grove? We've done it. In his lab? Yes. Where he gives lectures? You bet. As disgusting as I think the idea of having sex in the baths in Okhema is, we've done it at least once to spite Aglaea.

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 13

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“They have a sex tape.”

“They have what?”

“A sex tape” Mason repeated.

“Yours?”

“Obviously” he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I… I… How? When?” Adele asked.

“Why don’t we sit down and I explain everything?”

“Yes, sure.”

“Ok” Mason said, taking a deep breath. “Where should I begin?”

“From the beginning?” she chuckled.

“Yes, of course. It was… it happened during my 21st birthday. I don’t know if you remember, but I was working in the US. I had spent some time in New York, and for my birthday I was in Los Angeles.”

“Oh, I do. I remember seeing all the photos on Instagram while laying on my couch feeling like shit because of a cold. You sent me chocolate macaroons to make me feel better.”

“I wish I had been taking care of you and eating them instead of… Anyway” he sighed. “My friends threw a big party to celebrate because 21 is a big number in the US since you are finally allowed to legally drink and all that, and they invited many people, most of them girls. By the end of the night I was very drunk, and I’m pretty sure I had hooked up with a few girls already. But then, I saw her. She was stunning, and when she came to talk to me, I just couldn’t say no. She was… hypnotizing. Hypnotizing and a bitch” Mason chuckled. “Instead of going to one of the rooms of the house where we were throwing the party, she took me to her hotel room. I think she said she was visiting from Florida, I can’t remember. And then… well, you can imagine what we did. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone. She had only left a note behind saying that I should pay for her room before leaving if I didn't want to get in trouble.”

“Oh, how nice.”

“Yeah… A couple of weeks later, my agency called me. Someone was trying to sell some compromising photos from my birthday. They were just me being very drunk, nothing that you hadn’t seen before, but I had just gotten my first big contract, was starting to make a name for myself and being recognized because of me and not because I was Toni Mount’s son, and they didn’t want them to jeopardize everything we had been working so hard for.”

“Look at them being nice for once…” Adele said. “How did they get the video?”

“Whoever was trying to sell the photos wasn’t happy that we had managed to stop them, so they tried with something more juicy. My agency had to ask for many favours and pay a good amount of money to stop the press from publishing it.”

“That juicy is it? Wait, sorry, I…” Adele said, feeling her cheeks burning.

“You can see me completely naked while she gives me… and then she…”

“I can imagine, there is no need to get into details” she interrupted him, her face about to burst into flames. “So your agency paid for the video?”

“Yes.”

“Do they know who was trying to sell it? Was it her?”

“It was her, that bitch had planned it all. Somehow she had found out that there would be famous people at the party and went looking for a victim who would allow her to earn some easy money and maybe become famous. When she took me to the hotel, the camera was already there, ready to film everything we were about to do. I was so stupid…”

“Mason, it wasn’t your fault. How could you have known it was all a trap? Besides, you were drunk. You are lucky you remember all the details you do.”

“I know but… Anyway. That’s what my agency has against me. They say I owe them. Big time. And if I don’t do as they ask, they will release that video and the photos and end my career.”

“That’s blackmail, Mason. You could report that to the police.”

“And the moment they find out, they will release the video and everything will be over” he sighed, letting himself fall on the bed. 

“You don’t know that, Mase. People these days are very aware of what a video like that means. It is a violation of your intimacy. I’m sure your fans would do everything in their power so it doesn’t get shared everywhere, it has happened before. You are so lucky you are a man…”

“But what about the brands I work with? About the designers? What will they think?”

“If a sex tape makes them stop working with you when they keep doing it with people who have done worse, it probably is for the best” Adele shrugged.

“And you? What about you?” Mason asked, sitting up again. 

“What about me?”

“What do you think about me?”

“Can I be completely honest?”

“Please” he said.

“I think you are an idiot.”

“What?”

“Not because of the video. Again, that isn’t your fault, you are the victim here. Double victim if we add what your agency is doing. You are an idiot because you thought I would look at you differently or stop caring about you because of it.”

“But Addie… It’s a sex tape.”

“And?” she laughed. 

“Aren't you like… shocked? Scandalized? Outraged?"

"The only thing I am is angry at that bitch and at your agency. She used you and filmed you without your consent, and they are blackmailing you."

"So if I had known she was filming and had agreed to it… you would not mind?"

“Can I confess something?” Adele said, biting her lower lip.

“It can’t be worse than what I just confessed” he chuckled.

“Remember Ben, my last ex?”

“I do. Why?”

“Well… We liked to take photos or film ourselves from time to time to spice things up.”

“Adele Antonia Turlington!” Mason laughed. 

“You can’t tell anyone. Anyone, you hear me?”

“I won’t, I won’t. But wow. I didn’t expect that from you” he chuckled.

“I’m full of surprises“ she smiled, still not believing she had confessed something like that to Mason. “And here is another one… I will walk that red carpet with you.”

“Wait, what? Are you sure?”

“No, not really. But until we find a way to get rid of your agency, I’m gonna do everything in my power to help you and protect you. And if that means posing in front of a bunch of photographers, then so be it.”

“Addie, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“A thank you will be enough for now.”

“Ok, thank you” he smiled. And this time, it was one of his smiles, one of those that was all dimples. “I love you, Addie.”

“I love you too, Mase” she said as she hugged him, trying not to think too much about the three words they had just said to each other.

[truelydivine]

macarons and churros for you and toru please :3

hihihi tyy mwah mwah -3-

macaroons (castoru vers.) — what was your first fime having sex like?

oh, okay. so, it was very awkward at first. i don't have much sexual experience and my heart rate spikes so high i border on an anxiety attack. i think we spent a lot more time on reassurance and comfort than sex itself. it was probably the most vanilla, romantic sex you can ever think of. i'm pretty sure i cried a bit (in good ways).

churros (castoru vers.) — what about them gives you butterflies? what about you gives them butterflies?

i love, love his voice and his passion. i love watching his expressions change and seeing how absorbed he gets into things he cares about and ohh his pout. it's so fucking cute. i love him so much, guys :(( just seeing him existing and being a person makes my heart fluttery.

for me, he gets butterflies when i'm confident and i push back. mostly with banter and me trying to be dominant during sex. he just likes seeing me grow out of my shell and, like me with him, be expressive. also he gets weirdly affectionate when he sees me organizing stuff, planning things, and collecting stuff.

[notapradagurl7]

In Your Dreams.

Pairing: Incubus! Tyler, The Creator x Black Fem Reader.

Summary: You were a royal queen in a passionless marriage, it seemed like these vivid wet dreams fueled your desire. until one night you had one of those vivid wet dreams of an incubus, little did you know that he was real and so was your dream.

Taglist: @henneseyhoe @soft-persephone @sageispunk @planetblaque @justhornyyme @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @blackerthings @roeroe-world @playgurlxoxo @vile-harlot @siqueth @harmshake @westside-rot @megamindsecretlair

Warnings: profanity, piv, wet dream, cheating, biting, overstimulation, breeding.

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You were sitting across the table from your husband in the spacious dining room as the chandelier hovered over the two of you with your fork still absentmindedly poking at your chicken parmesan and spiced mashed potatoes, half of your plate was already gone as you stole a glance from your husband Marcel. The moonlight spilled through the large window, casting a soft glow on your brown skin.

All he did was attend to his duties as a king and peck your forehead absentmindedly as if it mended your relationship with him. It didn't help that the two of you barely had sex lately, this marriage was to only save your family from ruin, Marcel’s family was very wealthy from oil fields, He had earned riches through his profitable business endeavors, growing and selling agricultural products from his greenhouse throughout the country.

“Are you enjoying your meal honey?” he asked in a dull tone, his gaze shifted to you then back to his plate.

It all began with occasional wet dreams about an incubus with dark cocoa skin, full lips, and captivating red eyes that would return to their usual deep brown hue. His deep voice had a chilling effect on anyone who heard it. Mirroring your memory of him, he too remembered your name, and you discovered that his name was Tyler.

“Yeah, it's good.” you replied lowly, nodding your head. It was almost nine-thirty which meant it was your bedtime and you could dream of Tyler again.

As you and Marcel rose from your seats at the dining table, you handed your empty plates to the butler, Sebastian, expressing your gratitude in unison. As you and Marcel made your way around the table, you shared a brief but tender kiss, a gesture that had been absent between you two for quite some time.

Marcel's thumb swiped over your cheek, “Goodnight my love..” he said in a soothing tone, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. In that fleeting moment, your eyes met his, creating an unspoken connection.

“Goodnight, my love..” you replied in the same soothing tone, smiling briefly.

Marcel and you parted ways in the dining room. You and Marcel slept in different rooms; he had a room specifically for studying and working, while you had your own room solely for sleeping.

As it turns out, you discovered that you actually prefer sleeping alone in silence rather than hearing Marcel work throughout the night. You made your way through the hallway and turned right into your master bedroom.

As you turned the doorknob and stepped inside, you were greeted by the spaciousness of the room and the smell of warm vanilla, adorned with walls draped in red floral wallpaper. "Room, sweet room.." you sang playfully, smirking mischievously.

You were eager to escape in your dream and approached the dresser, switching on the lights to illuminate the bedroom. As you pulled the handle, the dresser moved closer to you, prompting you to remove your evening red gown and toss it into the hamper.

In the moonlight, your black box braids was tied up in a bun as you wore a cream silk nightgown with a hue resembling macaroons, which hugged you figure.

The queen-sized bed was adorned with light green blankets that matched the bedsheets, creating an inviting and comforting space.

You settled down at the edge of the bed, gradually inching towards the pillow. As you reached for the blanket, you wrapped it around yourself, creating a cozy cocoon. Finally, you reclined on the plush mattress, your back supported by its softness. Your eyelids gradually closed with a sense of anticipation, knowing that once you drift off to sleep, you will be transported to a realm of passion and desire.

As sleep began to wash over you, your mind started to drift to thoughts of Tyler, the incubus who had been haunting your dreams lately. His touch, his voice, and the way he made you feel ignited a fire within you that had been long extinguished in your marriage.

And just as your consciousness slipped away, you found yourself standing in front of a grand oak door, the very same door that always led you into the world of your dreams. Taking a deep breath, you turned the doorknob and stepped inside, your heart pounding with anticipation.

The room was bathed in a seductive red glow, the walls adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of passion and pleasure. And there, in the center of the spacious room, stood Tyler, his presence commanding and intoxicating.

He looked at you with those captivating red glowing eyes, smirking as he approached you slowly. "Well, well, well, look who decided to pay me another visit," he drawled, his voice laced with desire.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his warm breath ghost over your skin. "Tyler," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. "I can't believe you're real."

He chuckled softly, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "I'm as real as the desires that burn within you," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. "And I'm here to fulfill every single one of them."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, igniting a fire deep within your core. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a boldness you never knew you possessed, you pulled him closer, crashing your lips against his in a desperate kiss.

"i missed you so much..." he mumbled in the kiss, pecking your lips again.

The room seemed to spin and the walls changed back to the same red floral wallpaper in the bedroom. your bodies plopped onto your bed with the slight creak filling the room, the soft smack of your lips colliding with his urged you on. Tyler's hands roamed your body, He assisted in removing your nightgown, tossing it to the side as it dropped to the ground.

Additionally, he unhooked your black lace bra and lowered your panties to your ankles, throwing them alongside your bra and nightgown on the floor.

"Can I touch you baby?" he asked, his voice raised an octave. His eyes fixed on you.

"Yes please.." you whispered softly, your hands cradled his face.

He gently parted your legs, his desire evident in his eyes as he passionately kissed you. Tyler, known for his directness, wasted no time once he rolled

his tip around your clit, The pleasure overwhelmed you, causing your moans to be muffled by the intensity of the kiss. “So beautiful..” he spoke softly, He licked your neck and roughly suckled around it.

The sensation was so intense that you couldn't help but gasp, noticing the glistening precum that left a wet trail between your folds. Dazed with desire, you couldn't help but plead, "Tyler, please..." As his tip continued to tease your folds, a soft, squelching sound filled the air.

Tyler pushed his manhood between your moist folds, rolling his hips in a mix of roughness and speed. His low, husky moans filled the air while your head fell back onto the pillow. "This pussy is mine?" he asked softly, he rutted into you, his thick manhood filled up completely, Your nails sunk against the bedsheets, “Yes! It's all yours!” you chanted with no shame, you didn't want this to end if it happened to be a dream. Tyler shared the same sentiment, desiring the encounter to continue indefinitely.

Tyler adored every inch of your body, cherishing it with a tender touch. His hands caressed your curves, gently teasing and caressing your breasts. The room filled with passionate moans, resonating through the air. "I don't want this to end," he spoke softly, sinking his teeth into your neck. you glanced out the window, you watched the radiant sun gradually dimmed to the luminous white moon, accompanied by a tapestry of sparkling stars against the ink-black night sky.

You wondered if Tyler would join you in this reality. His fingers traced a path between your breasts, guiding your gaze to meet his own. The fiery red in his eyes gradually swirled into his usual deep brown, reflecting his return to the real world. "Please, don't ever leave me," he pleaded, showering your brown skin with tender kisses. After each rough thrust, he delved deeper, his love for you evident in every touch, his thick dick filled you up, each movement filled with unwavering tenderness.

As your husband Marcel's voice echoed through the air, was that really him? Your fingertips gently grazed against his warm, cocoa skin, his face hovering intimately close to yours.

Deeply captivated, he observed the sheer delight etched across your face, his heartache palpable in his tender words, "I dream to claim you as mine, why can't I be the one to hold you?" His voice quivered with emotion, on the brink of lovesickness as he witnessed the affection shared between you and your husband.

The fleeting kiss between you and Marcel threatened to shatter him completely.

Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine an incubus having such profound emotions for a mere mortal? Tyler occupied your thoughts far more than Marcel ever did. "Oh, fuck! fuck!" you wailed, feeling Tyler's relentless persistence as he envisioned Marcel tenderly kissing your forehead.

Rivulets of tears carved trails on your cheeks, while your voice grew hoarse, without any association to smoking or the like – it was simply naturally raspy. “Fuck me good..” you mumbled, Tyler cherished the subtle rasp that laced your voice, reveling in the ecstasy of hearing you passionately call out his name.

The bedroom morphed into yours around you and Tyler as the door swung open revealing Marcel standing there, his eyes wide with shock and anger. "What the hell is going on here?!" he shouted, his voice filled with betrayal.

In the heat of passion, “fucking your wife..”he let out a low, guttural sound through clenched teeth. His gaze shifted back towards you, and with a sudden burst of intensity, he threw his head back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as your essence enveloped him.

Tyler paid no attention to your husband, losing himself completely. His warm cum spilled into you, causing your scream to resemble a mix of pleasure and pain. “Tyler!!” Your body trembled uncontrollably beneath him, both of you lost in the depths of an intense connection.

Tyler withdrew from you slowly, his fingers snapping with a practiced grace. In an instant, thick tendrils of red energy swirled around him, transforming him back into his fully dressed self.

Before leaving, he leaned in and pecked your lips, a sly smirk playing on his face as he directed his gaze toward Marcel. With two sharp claps of his hands, the room reverted to its normal state and Tyler vanished.

Marcel blinked twice, rubbing his eyes in confusion before closing the door behind him. "Thank God it wasn't real," he muttered under his breath.

Your body curled up in a ball as you were in your nightgown, wrapped in the blankets, your gentle snores filling the room.

You found yourself no longer trapped in the dream, but still connected to reality through Tyler. Strangely, you could still feel him buried inside you, as if his essence filled you up. A faint bite mark on your neck served as a reminder of his claim on you. It was an unfamiliar sensation, yet you yearned for Tyler's presence by your side.

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[thomatri]

You,me and our adopted teenage son Steve (Charles)

Synopsis- your best friend Shidou promised to hang out with his soccer friend Charles so now what was going to be you asking Shidou out has turned into you and Shidou co parenting. Lucky for you Charles got your back

Paring- Shidou X mReader

Warning - cursing, sex jokes💀(there teen boys), chaos,

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Today is the day. I finally ask Shido out!

That’s the 10th time I told myself that today I need to actually call Shidou but my phone just lays in front of me with his contact open

“If you don’t call him I’ll snap your neck” my twin brother Raichi says. Isn’t he just an Angel

“I’m trying to calculate what I’m gonna sa” before I can finish my sentence he presses the call button

“RAICHI YOU SON OF A BITCH”

“Am I interrupting something” I hear Shidou voice say with a hint of amusement

“No no haha you know Raichi my biggest op” I say laughing awkwardly

I clear my throat

“Anyways I was wondering if your not busy do you wanna hang out today” I ask

“Hell yeah!”

“Really?!”

“Yeah I need help babysitting this kid anyways” he says and I hear a muffled voice of what sounds to be a teenager?

“Kid?…”

“I’m not a kid asshole I’m 15!” The teenage voice says

“Instead of saying bad words introduce yourself “ Shidou says and I hear some words fly and rustling

“I’m Charles I play soccer with Shido his ass promised to hang out with me but I don’t mind his boyfriend coming along” Charles says

“He’s not gay dipshit”

“I AM DONT WORRY” I say

Shit I just came out to Shidou

“See im always right” Charles says

“Anyways we gotta go so Shido can do his 40 step skin care routine” Charles says

“Nice meet ya tho”

“Uh nice meeting you too”

“Shut the hell up it’s only 30 steps” Shido says

“Yap yap yap thats all you do” Charles says and I bust out laughing hanging up

Maybe this Charles guy ain’t too bad

Plus he helped me with step 1 of asking Shido out, letting Shidou know I’m into boys

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I texted Shido the info and what we’re doing today

“Hey y/n feels like it’s been forever” I see Shidou handsome face and feel my pants get tigh- oops wrong body function I mean I feel my heartbeat fasten

“Woah! Your y/n damn your fine” Charles says cheesing and I feel a little violated a 15 just called me fine

“Uhm thank you, you actually pretty adorable considering Shido I expected some a monster or something” I say smirking and Shido laughs making my bone- I mean heartbeat fasten

As we start walking to our destination I feel Charles pull my hand so we stumble a little behind Shido

I quirk my eyebrow in confusion

He has a cheeky smile on his face and I’m terrified not gonna lie

“I’m gonna help you and Shido get together!” He says with jazz hands

“Uhm thanks” i say smiling and he smiles back running up to Shido

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We enter the cafe and go to the counter to order our food and drinks

“Hello welcome the cafe, and may I say your son is quiet adorable” the lady at the counter says with a smile

I’m confused last time I checked ion really look like Charles and Shido definitely don’t look like him but I shrug

“Thanks!” Charles says smiling and I laugh to myself. This guy I swear

“Alright what can I get y’all” the lady at the counter says pulling out a notepad

“Do you guys have macaroons?” He asks almost jumping up and down with joy

“We do, is three okay for you?” She asks and he nods

“And what can I get for you as a drink” she asks Charles and he ponders for a second

“A vanilla milkshake please” he says and she smiles and nods

“How about you sir” she looks over to Shido

“Can I get yukhoe” he asks Hand on his hip scanning there menu for drinks

“Oh Uhm were not currently serving yukhoe I apologize” she says still smiling. I know her jaw hurt

Shido groans and I glare making him smirk making me confused

“Fine I’ll order whatever Y/n ordering” he says a hand on his hip

“Oh uh I’ll have f/f and f/d” I say and the lady nods giving us a table

“Why were you smirking” I ask and he laughs he

“Aren’t you perceptive?” He says smiling

“Sure”

As we wait for our food Charles sips on his milkshake

“Can I have a macaron” Shido asks

“Nope!”

“What Why?! What happened to friendship”

“Dude these macarons were 734 yen(5 dollars each)each” Charles says and Shido and I are shocked

Our food arrives and we eat and chat here and there. For the most peaceful experience and that’s saying a lot considering I’m hanging out with the two most chaotic people known to planet earth

“So where to next” Charles asks

“The movies, you guys might wanna buy some snacks just in case y’all get hungry” I say and they both nod

“What genre is it romance?” Charles asks wiggling his eye brows

“No it’s actually action” I say. In reality I had 2 panic attacks trying to find a movie for us to watch and just went with a mediocre action movie, yes I regret it

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We buy our tickets and snacks. Charles insisted Shido and I share a popcorn while he get his own.

We sit down with Shido sits in the middle

Shido acting kinda weird though he’s been stiff ever since we’ve enter the movie theater but I shrug it off

When we sit down and the movie starts a little I feel something warm on my hand

I look down and see Shido holding my hand

I don’t look at him cause I don’t want to make anything weird. I’m sure it’s taking everything inside of him not to tweak out so I just enjoy

But what feels like a few minutes later Shido snoring laying his head on mine. This man is 6,1 so he is not laying his head on my shoulder but who am I to complain

Charles looks over Shido to me and smirks. I roll my eyes with a smile

I don’t blame Shido for falling asleep this movie is trash

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Shido yawns and stretches

“That movie was ass” Shido says and Charles yawns

“Charles ride should be heading this way soon and I actually live near here so I’ll just walk home” Shido says and I nod. Today was fun just a couple of guy friends hanging out

I mean guy friends don’t usually hold hands in movie theaters or call each other boyfriend but I mean I don’t want to ruin our friendship honestly. Even if there’s an off chance Shido does like me back what if he gets tired of me? And just leaves me or worse cheats on me with Sae

Charles people pull up and we say our goodbyes. He may have not been the most helpful but I have to admit he made today way more fun

“Welp I’m gonna head out see say” Shido says sticking his tongue out walking away with a single hand wave

…

“Shido wait” I say and he turns around with a smile

“I don’t know why but I like you. Wait no that’s rude I mean I like you bu-“ I say but Shido kisses me. It’s surprisingly soft but for like a split second until he slips tongue in. And if you think just seeing him gives me a boner what do you think gonna happen if I French kiss him

We break the kiss and he smirks

“I like you too” he says grabbing my hand and walking

“Where are we going?” I ask and he smiles

“My place”

I’m shocked

“Haha don’t worry I’m not gonna fuck you I wanna watch an actually good movie let’s go” he says smiling

[lesmisletters-daily]

Four And Four

Les Mis Letters reading club explores one chapter of Les Misérables every day. Join us on Discord, Substack - or share your thoughts right here on tumblr - today's tag is #lm 1.3.3

It is hard nowadays to picture to one’s self what a pleasure-trip of students and grisettes to the country was like, forty-five years ago. The suburbs of Paris are no longer the same; the physiognomy of what may be called circumparisian life has changed completely in the last half-century; where there was the cuckoo, there is the railway car; where there was a tender-boat, there is now the steamboat; people speak of Fécamp nowadays as they spoke of Saint-Cloud in those days. The Paris of 1862 is a city which has France for its outskirts.

The four couples conscientiously went through with all the country follies possible at that time. The vacation was beginning, and it was a warm, bright, summer day. On the preceding day, Favourite, the only one who knew how to write, had written the following to Tholomyès in the name of the four: “It is a good hour to emerge from happiness.” That is why they rose at five o’clock in the morning. Then they went to Saint-Cloud by the coach, looked at the dry cascade and exclaimed, “This must be very beautiful when there is water!” They breakfasted at the <i>Tête-Noir</i>, where Castaing had not yet been; they treated themselves to a game of ring-throwing under the quincunx of trees of the grand fountain; they ascended Diogenes’ lantern, they gambled for macaroons at the roulette establishment of the Pont de Sèvres, picked bouquets at Pateaux, bought reed-pipes at Neuilly, ate apple tarts everywhere, and were perfectly happy.

The young girls rustled and chatted like warblers escaped from their cage. It was a perfect delirium. From time to time they bestowed little taps on the young men. Matutinal intoxication of life! adorable years! the wings of the dragonfly quiver. Oh, whoever you may be, do you not remember? Have you rambled through the brushwood, holding aside the branches, on account of the charming head which is coming on behind you? Have you slid, laughing, down a slope all wet with rain, with a beloved woman holding your hand, and crying, “Ah, my new boots! what a state they are in!”

Let us say at once that that merry obstacle, a shower, was lacking in the case of this good-humored party, although Favourite had said as they set out, with a magisterial and maternal tone, <i>“The slugs are crawling in the paths,—a sign of rain, children.”</i>

All four were madly pretty. A good old classic poet, then famous, a good fellow who had an Éléonore, M. le Chevalier de Labouisse, as he strolled that day beneath the chestnut-trees of Saint-Cloud, saw them pass about ten o’clock in the morning, and exclaimed, “There is one too many of them,” as he thought of the Graces. Favourite, Blachevelle’s friend, the one aged three and twenty, the old one, ran on in front under the great green boughs, jumped the ditches, stalked distractedly over bushes, and presided over this merry-making with the spirit of a young female faun. Zéphine and Dahlia, whom chance had made beautiful in such a way that they set each off when they were together, and completed each other, never left each other, more from an instinct of coquetry than from friendship, and clinging to each other, they assumed English poses; the first <i>keepsakes</i> had just made their appearance, melancholy was dawning for women, as later on, Byronism dawned for men; and the hair of the tender sex began to droop dolefully. Zéphine and Dahlia had their hair dressed in rolls. Listolier and Fameuil, who were engaged in discussing their professors, explained to Fantine the difference that existed between M. Delvincourt and M. Blondeau.

Blachevelle seemed to have been created expressly to carry Favourite’s single-bordered, imitation India shawl of Ternaux’s manufacture, on his arm on Sundays.

Tholomyès followed, dominating the group. He was very gay, but one felt the force of government in him; there was dictation in his joviality; his principal ornament was a pair of trousers of elephant-leg pattern of nankeen, with straps of braided copper wire; he carried a stout rattan worth two hundred francs in his hand, and, as he treated himself to everything, a strange thing called a cigar in his mouth. Nothing was sacred to him; he smoked.

“That Tholomyès is astounding!” said the others, with veneration. “What trousers! What energy!”

As for Fantine, she was a joy to behold. Her splendid teeth had evidently received an office from God,—laughter. She preferred to carry her little hat of sewed straw, with its long white strings, in her hand rather than on her head. Her thick blond hair, which was inclined to wave, and which easily uncoiled, and which it was necessary to fasten up incessantly, seemed made for the flight of Galatea under the willows. Her rosy lips babbled enchantingly. The corners of her mouth voluptuously turned up, as in the antique masks of Erigone, had an air of encouraging the audacious; but her long, shadowy lashes drooped discreetly over the jollity of the lower part of the face as though to call a halt. There was something indescribably harmonious and striking about her entire dress. She wore a gown of mauve barège, little reddish brown buskins, whose ribbons traced an X on her fine, white, open-worked stockings, and that sort of muslin spencer, a Marseilles invention, whose name, <i>canezou</i>, a corruption of the words <i>quinze août</i>, pronounced after the fashion of the Canebière, signifies fine weather, heat, and midday. The three others, less timid, as we have already said, wore low-necked dresses without disguise, which in summer, beneath flower-adorned hats, are very graceful and enticing; but by the side of these audacious outfits, blond Fantine’s <i>canezou</i>, with its transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and displaying at one and the same time, seemed an alluring godsend of decency, and the famous Court of Love, presided over by the Vicomtesse de Cette, with the sea-green eyes, would, perhaps, have awarded the prize for coquetry to this <i>canezou</i>, in the contest for the prize of modesty. The most ingenious is, at times, the wisest. This does happen.

Brilliant of face, delicate of profile, with eyes of a deep blue, heavy lids, feet arched and small, wrists and ankles admirably formed, a white skin which, here and there allowed the azure branching of the veins to be seen, joy, a cheek that was young and fresh, the robust throat of the Juno of Ægina, a strong and supple nape of the neck, shoulders modelled as though by Coustou, with a voluptuous dimple in the middle, visible through the muslin; a gayety cooled by dreaminess; sculptural and exquisite—such was Fantine; and beneath these feminine adornments and these ribbons one could divine a statue, and in that statue a soul.

Fantine was beautiful, without being too conscious of it. Those rare dreamers, mysterious priests of the beautiful who silently confront everything with perfection, would have caught a glimpse in this little working-woman, through the transparency of her Parisian grace, of the ancient sacred euphony. This daughter of the shadows was thoroughbred. She was beautiful in the two ways—style and rhythm. Style is the form of the ideal; rhythm is its movement.

We have said that Fantine was joy; she was also modesty.

To an observer who studied her attentively, that which breathed from her athwart all the intoxication of her age, the season, and her love affair, was an invincible expression of reserve and modesty. She remained a little astonished. This chaste astonishment is the shade of difference which separates Psyche from Venus. Fantine had the long, white, fine fingers of the vestal virgin who stirs the ashes of the sacred fire with a golden pin. Although she would have refused nothing to Tholomyès, as we shall have more than ample opportunity to see, her face in repose was supremely virginal; a sort of serious and almost austere dignity suddenly overwhelmed her at certain times, and there was nothing more singular and disturbing than to see gayety become so suddenly extinct there, and meditation succeed to cheerfulness without any transition state. This sudden and sometimes severely accentuated gravity resembled the disdain of a goddess. Her brow, her nose, her chin, presented that equilibrium of outline which is quite distinct from equilibrium of proportion, and from which harmony of countenance results; in the very characteristic interval which separates the base of the nose from the upper lip, she had that imperceptible and charming fold, a mysterious sign of chastity, which makes Barberousse fall in love with a Diana found in the treasures of Iconia.

Love is a fault; so be it. Fantine was innocence floating high over fault.

[glassrowboat]

Hello dear~

Krokus here :3

Vanilla, plum, and macaroon for Mysse maybe?

Love ya (˘˘ ♡)

- @sun-and-flames

Hello, my favorite Pika <33 May you be blessed by Mysse.

vanilla ৻ꪆ what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

Mydei: A pen and journal to write any ideas for recipes he comes up with late at night so he doesn't have to get out of bed to save it, a light, a little lion plush Castorice made him (I have a matching one), and a clock

Risse: Random bits of jewelry I couldn't be assed to put away properly, a box full of toys, treats for the chimera that follows Mydei around ever since he fed it one time, and Gorgo's signet ring he entrusted me with

plum ৻ꪆ are they loud or quiet in bed? what about you?

We're both a bit loud. I'm worse about keeping it in than he is because like if you're taking that giant cock you wouldn't be able to shut up too- but if he's with me he doesn't want to have to hold back how I make him feel. The only time he would really do that is to hear me better or when he's embarrassed cause I'm taking charge. He's gotten better about it since we first started being intimate, but he does have his moments he gets shy about letting someone who's 5'2 and way weaker than him peg him.

macaroon ৻ꪆ where do you and your lover adore to have sex?

We both prefer the bed simply because it's easier to clean up if everything is in one place, but does that mean it's our favorite? No. His is this hammock he set up behind the bakery/bookshop he learned he can use as an impromptu sex swing if I'm hanging halfway off of it where he can grab onto me as he pleases while forcing my body to rock back onto his cock with every swing

Ask game

[owlnsfwsstuff]

MD x fem reader bj alex smut!!

Y/n pov

"And thats the end of my stream guys  come back next time where ill rate more toys for you~" i wink and shut off my camra i was a bj  for my braudcasts i would rate sex toys ibe never really gotten naked on screen ive always warn my underwhere and bra i sigh softly checking my watch " agh its ten already" i get up getting dressed today i was going to my boyfriends house his name was kim myung-dae hes tall and hadsome i lived him we met at a bar where i watch him get slapped by a small guy with blond hair and black roots i was later told his name was chanwoo he didnt like that myung never wanted to really be seen with him i comforted him from his brake up a few months past and we went from friends to lovers i would come over to his house and chill...he never really told me what he did for a living but i assumed he just didnt wanna talk about it i was really curiouse though "hey myung" i smile as he opens the door he looked a little distraught "uh hey " i look confused and came in seeing papers and his computer he removed everything and sat with me on the couch"uh are you ok you seem stressed" i tilt my head he sighed "y/n can i ask you a favour " i smile " definatly! Sure anything babe" i smile he held my hand a bit " i need you to help me with...my job" i smile " sure no problem what do you need help with ill do anything " he softly smirked and stood up telling me to follow down the hall there was a door i never really have went inside before"is this your office?" He smirked "you could say that...open the door~" i looked at him he stood back i turn the knob my eyes widen it was a...sex room!? With monoters,camras,a bed and sex toys coverd the walls  i blush deeply he closed the door " uh...t this...this is" i was so red and shocked alot made sence now

*Flashback*

"Good girl~"

"Can you sit at me feet...i want to pat your head~"

*Flashback over*

"A sex room y/n...is it to much" he said softly "uh n no!?" I said quickly he raised an eyebrow smirking "so...you like this sort of thing kitten~♡" he shut the door behind us moving falward " u uh....w w whatta you need my h help with i thaught i was helping with your work m myung" i blush dodging the question he smirked " you are helpingwith my work...im an MD i need..." he walked falward lifting my chin wispering " a sub~" i was 50 shades of red (lol or gray) h he wanted me to be h his sub i mean ...we havent had sex yet i said i wanted to know him more before i committed to it " u uh b but" he smiles softly " my job is broadcasting i do a live BDSM show where i play with subs the viewer's send in a point system calld chestnuts that converts into money that gets sent to me they can also request things ...dont worrie your face will be masked as will mine i wont say your name or who you are...so what do you say i know its a bit much you dont have t-" i cut him off " y yes" he looked suprised " yes?" I blush nodding  he smirked " wow that quick such a naughty girl~ i didnt know you where so eager you should have told me you liked this " he took me to the bed " i i thaught youd think im wired...also i know how the bj system works...i im one to i mean ive never been naked on c camera but i review...t toys" i blush he was more shocked " you share my beautiful  property with others thats rude~♡" i blush being calld his we discussed our safe words and how things would work as usual his safe word was 'macaroon' i choose 'strawberry' he told me to strip and get on the bed i obey he did his intro i where a red eye mask and he wore a black one "hello everyone MD is back ive been away for a while since i needed to find a new play toy~ but now i have found a beautiful one im sure youll like them as much as i do and to spice it up its a lovely woman since i havent had any woman on for a while~" the chat room flooded with commenters and chestnuts he stood up coming over showing me off " look how gorgeous this baby girl is~ such a cute kitten and that will be your name is that understood kitten~" he asked i blush nodding then he grabbed my chin " use your words~" i shake softly " y yes u understood.....master~♡" i purr out softly he was delighted as the show went on he had me binded up in red rope, nipple clamps on my now hardend buds and a vibrater deep inside i shake moaning as he walked over to a box "hmm what should i use dear viewers on this naughty kitten a riding crop....orrrr a paddle~♡?" He viewd the comments to see and smirk " riding crop it is~♡" he walked back over and moved my tied legs apart " oh look your dripping everywhere ...such a mess~..bad kitten" he strikes my thigh i shudder and moan out drooling " a a ah a a ah m mggs  s sorry" i wimper,smirking he struck my thigh over and over soon i was so pent up i squirt all over the toy the bed and the crop " oh my already~ well ill have to teach you a lesson next time then wont i because i didnt hear me say you could cum~" i whine as he went over to the camerai lay panting tired as i hear him say his outro ...that was a new ecxpiriance that i wanted more of...i loved that man our love was binding

"MD...out~♡"

Sorry for poor spelling and punctuation 😅