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017.âin the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win? For the Lannister kids <3
I really thought to myself that I would do drabbles but I had too much fun with this one.
For reference, this is years before the war. Darren is 15, Lymond is 14, Eltyn is 10 and Maeby is 9. Also, I thought it was canon that Tyrion is a December Sagittarius but my brain mistook popular opinion for fact. That being said, Tyrion is a December Sagittarius in the sikudastoner universe, argue with the wall.
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Lymond couldnât stand the air of the Rock. Every year, without fail, his lord father would dampen the mood on this particular day. It not only dated the birth of his least favorite son, the Imp, but the death of his preferred lady wife. Nobody dared uttered her name, who was worthy of mentioning the better Lady of Casterly Rock? No one dared to smile, laugh, chew too loudly or wish the poor man a blessed name day. All that would be heard were tiptoes and Tywin stalking about the halls, grumbling about the imperfections he noted amongst the halls and chambers.
This would not do.
âDarren.â Lymond spoke as they both stared out a window, taking in the sight of snowflakes landing on the frozen waters of Sunset Sea.
âYes, Lymond?â
Lymond gave him a look, a look only his older brother would understand in an instant.
Darren knew immediately what his look suggested. âNo.â
âThere is no harm in it.â Lymond jumped to his defense.
âNo, I donât see the harm in it other than rubbing our joy in fatherâs face.â
âI cannot stand it here.â Lymond groaned, stepping away from the frostbitten window. âWhy must we subject ourselves to misery? What would Lann the Clever think of this? His descendents cooped up and trembling in fear because of fatherâs temper?â
âDo not bring Lann the Clever into this.â Darren grumbled, his back turned against his brotherâs fit.
âWhat are you two bickering about?â The two boys jumped at the sound of the tiny voice that made its presence known, turning to the door to see their dear sister staring up at them in curiosity.
âA snowball fight.â Lymond replied before Darren could claim itâs ânothing.â
âOh yes!â Maeby clapped her hands together, her eyes alive with excitement.
âNo, it must be postponed. Two days, at the very least.â The eldest brother asserted.
âCome on-â Lymond slowly stepped over to Maebyâs side, standing his ground and creating an unspoken alliance. âHow could you dare say no to the face of an angel?â He nudged his sisterâs side, hinting for her to flash an angelic look. Never failing to let him down, the youngest Lannisterâs big brown eyes doed into adorableness, her lips pouting with practiced ease.
Darren was weak to his sisterâs adorable manipulation. He shut his eyes briefly as a groan rumbled through him, feeling every bit of his resolve crumbling of the thought of his brother and sister sitting in their chambers, bored and depressed.
âFine.â He paused, a sudden question popping in his mind as he remembered Maebyâs unannounced entrance. âHow did you sneak into my chambers, young lady?â
âDoor was unlocked.â Maeby said with a shrug.
âThatâs on me, I forgot to lock the door.â Darren admitted, his annoyance redirected at himself.
All the perils of snowball fight were thoughtfully planned out. Their mother warned them to not laugh too loudly, to make sure Eltyn was bundled up in furs because his lankiness made him twice likely to catch a cold, have Tywin occupied with an urgent matter in the west quarters of the keep as they enjoyed their activities in the east courtyard, and buy the discretion of a few impressionable guards.
Darren bent his knees to reach for a fistfull of snow to mold into a ball. âShall we?â He pressed urgency, concerned of what would become of them if fatherâs distraction didnât hold his attention for very long.
âI propose we pair up, teams of two.â That warranted an eye roll from him, Lymond knew how to get under his skin.
âI want to be on Lymondâs team!â Maeby was already at his side, her tiny hands laying claim on her brother.
Lymond smiled down at his eager little sister, admiring her enthusiasm. âMy thoughts exactly.â
âYou can have her.â Darren gave a dismissive wave, though he preferred if Lymond was his partner than Eltyn, who was the least ecstatic about snowball fights. The boy detested the cold, or any physical activity, and the family was well aware of his indifference. âWhatâs the prize for the winning team, since youâre calling the shots?â
âItâs not about winning, itâs about having fun.â
Darren scoffed. âComing from you? Thatâs rich. Youâre the most competitive lad I know.â
Lymond hummed, tossing a ball of snow back and forth between his gloved hands. âLosing team calls Joanna Lannister a glorified wench in the presence of our lord father, the winning team basks in his pride and favor for a few hours.â
His insensitive jest made three jaws drop, even some guards. âAbsolutely not.â
âNo fun, this lot.â He muttered to himself. âFine, losing team does a song and dance for the name day boy, winning team saves themselves from humiliation. Sounds good?â They all nodded their heads in unison, any bet was better than betting on dishonoring the memory of Tywin Lannisterâs first wife. âVery well, letâs take a moment to prepare.â
Eltyn was pulled to the side by Darren, the two of them conspiring against their opposing team. Before Lymond could get a single word out, he looked down at his sister hastily balling up snow and stacking them on top of each other. âWhat are you doing, little lion?â
âPrepping our armaments, so we can spend our time hitting instead of making.â Maeby explained her method.
Her quick mindedness never failed to impress him, but he wasnât a strategist. âThose balls wonât last, it will merge into a mountain of snow. Besides, thereâs no strategy in snowball fights. Itâs all about aim and speed.â
âLymond is quick, but youâre quicker. He has long legs, but yours is longer than his was when he was your age. No doubt heâll be winging his approach.â Darren shared his strategy with his partner. Eltyn, for someone who was reluctant to leave his chambers, was surprisingly mentally noting everything he told him. âMaeby gets aggressive with her throws, you surrender easily, avoid her. You let me deal with the little bugger.â
âWhat if she tails me?â Eltyn asked.
âUse your chicken legs and run away from her.â Darren answered irritatedly, as though the answer were clear as day.
âMy method is to just run?â
âYour method is to run and hide from Maebyâs prowess and sneak attack on Lymond when he gets cocky.â
Eltyn considered the approach. His fingers fidgeted by instinct, the woven gloves covering up his nailbeds he would pick at. âDo you think it will work?â
âIt will have to, you hate singing and dancing.â Darren paused, sensing the tension in his brotherâs uncertainty of the wager. The possibility of losing a simple game he was determined to win for the first time. Worst of all, the feeling of snow hitting any of his bare skin. His hand hovered over his brotherâs shoulder, immediately making the little boy flinch from the threat of contact. He withdrew his hand, falling to his side. âLook, you need to have confidence in yourself and have fun. That is how we will win, okay?â
Confidence. Fun. These words were nonexistent in Eltynâs vocabulary. His brotherâs pep talk wasnât the most inspiring, but the punishment of singing and dancing loomed over him. After a moment of reflection, he nodded in agreement. Seeing a smile grace his older brotherâs face gave him more encouragement than a simple, âhave fun, be confidentâ ever could.
âAre you two ready?â Lymond called from the other side of the courtyard.
Eltyn squinted his eyes to see Maeby creating a pile of snowballs, he cursed himself for not thinking of her preparation method himself.
âReady to kick your arses.â Darren taunted them as he prepped his snowball.
âYou kiss our mother with that mouth?â Lymond returned his humor.
âYou would kiss mother on the mouth, you heathen.â
âPardon my ignorance, I meant to ask if you kiss our fatherâs arse with that mouth?â
Lymondâs jest shocked Darren into an o-shaped mouth as Maeby snickered and Eltyn held in a snort.
âThat does it!â A snowball was sent flying towards Lymondâs direction as precise and fast as a bow releasing from a crossbow.
The first blow triggered his competitive nature and in a swift motion, he picked a ball from Maebyâs pile and retaliated the attack. The children sprung to action and made their first attacks, balls flying from each direction of the courtyard. The advice given earlier of keeping quiet was not heeded; laughter, taunts and screams filled the air.
Eltyn sprinted towards Lymond, picking up a handful of snow in his tracks and chasing him down. Lymond made a run for it, his freezing bones enduring his force of speed. He launched a snowball at him as he tailed him, but his footwork saved him from a hit in the face. One thing Eltyn hadnât anticipated was the skill of his brotherâs darting, or being tag teamed.
Maeby directed her throws at Eltyn, defending Lymond from his pursuit. She aimed at his legs, believing they were skinny enough to send him flying onto the ground. Two hits to the legs and Eltyn was still on his feet, running away from her attacks. She was soon tackled by Darren, a triple snowball attack to her back. She looked over her shoulder to see the boy grinning at her with the signature Lannister arrogance.
âYou think youâre a gift of the seven, donât you?â She mocked him as she sent a snowball flying to his face.
The cold snow hit his face, not cooling his quick temper. âYou spoiled brat!â He aimed a ball at her face, she ducked it and it landed on Eltynâs back.
âCome on!â Eltyn groaned and threw his hands up in the air as he saw Darren the culprit of his hit.
âApologies!â Darren called out, not letting himself become distracted with explaining what happened. He continued to hunt down the little lion, ensuring she would not strike Eltyn or overpower him. She chased after her, her squeaks and giggles reminding himself of his own advice.
Have fun.
He let the little girl throw a few amateur hits, seeing her face beam with victory gave him some satisfaction. This was the most time heâd ever spent with her, he was willing to cherish the moment. Still, he would not let her win. He noted how lazy her throws had gotten and seized the opportunity to conquer the little beast. He hooked her small frame with one arm, his hand clenched over her head with the threat of his final strike.
âSurrender.â He told her, knowing she had no way out.
Her groan was a surrender in itself. He couldâve released his sister, but instead he dropped the snowball on her head, the snow collapsing through her curly hair.
Eltyn, by some miracle, had Lymond cornered and accepting defeat from his ceaseless hits. How this boy who spent more time flipping pages of a book could create so many snowballs in a matter of seconds was intangible. He took joy from attacking his brother as he did in his studies, not that it was as harsh as a blow to the head.
âAlright, alright! You win!â Lymond gave in with a chuckle, his hands surrendering above his head.
Eltyn paused his throwing, his eyes widening slightly. âI win?â
âYes-â Darren made his way over to Eltyn and wrapped his arm around him. He didnât care how he loathed being touched, he was proud of his brother. âWe won!â
For the first time, and possibly the last, Eltyn gave Darren a high five.
âHere come my lads, my comely boys and split your sacks ashore. For you all will be sailing, sailing for many days, before you get some more. So grease theâŠâ Lymond and Maeby mumbled nonsense from the forgotten verse. â⊠and send a tap, betwixt the wind and wat-er. Hoist me lads and hoist again, salute the captainâs daughter!â
Tyrionâs chamber erupted in applause from the little performance the losing team gave. Tyrion was far too drunk to care that it was a wager that gave him a name day show, and perhaps a little grateful he got anything decent. Even Darrenâs side eye didnât spoil the special moment for him.
âWell sung!â Tyrion cheered as Lymond and Maeby took a bow.
âThank you, thank you.â Lymond soaked in the attention from his fellow siblings, flipping his golden hair over his shoulders. âBlessed name day to you, my brother.â
Tyrion lifted his goblet, chuckling at his flamboyance. âNo, thank you, I couldnât ask for a finer gift.â He pointed over to the little Lannister. âThis one has a talent for song.â
âI also have a talent for craft!â Maeby turned around and gathered something from a small satchel she brought along with her. She carefully took out three paper crowns with ink inscriptions on them.
âWhatâs this?â Eltyn asked, his brows furrowing as she bestowed the first crown to Tyrionâs head.
âItâs your prize, for winning the snowball fight.â Maeby explained, walking over to Eltyn and placing another crown atop of his black hair. âYou told me it was your first time winning something, and you had nothing to show for it. Now you have a crown to show for it.â
A warm smile swept across Eltynâs face at his little sisterâs thoughtfulness, still he couldnât help but wonder. âThatâs sweet, but where did you get the paper from?â
âMaester Creylen wouldnât let me borrow the books from the library, so I took some parchment paper from fatherâs study.â
âFatherâs study?!â Darren sprinted up from his seat, the paper crown falling from his head as he stormed out the door in haste. The door slammed shut behind him and both Lymond and Tyrion cackled at his frantic response.
Eltyn slowly rose from his seat, his hands reaching up to keep the paper crown on his head. âTime to hide the evidence.â
#oc: darren lannister#oc: lymond lannister#oc: eltyn lannister#oc: maeby lannister#as a great mutual once said#no proofreading we die like men
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Yooooo I'm losing it rn
#life really said âimma throw EVERTHING at you ALL AT ONCEâ#life is a great big test#i will prevail#MUTUALS đ I PROMISE ILL REPLY SOON IM SO OVERWHELMED đđ
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so uh
#don't. really feel too great abt stranger things right now for obvious reasons#it's....idk my feelings are complicated because i do know characters â actors but also the shit that brett has been saying is absolutely#-batshit and then the stuff noah liked today....idk. seeing actors i once used to admire do this really fucking hurt. and made me angry.#-and sad.#it's not that i don't still like st it's just...complicated right now#and looking at the stuff they said makes me physically ill so#and anyway. sorry i know i never post about stuff like this on main but i just thought i should put it out there bc im . upset#and i also really don't want to cause myself to spiral anymore so#zionism#zionist#idk what tags my mutuals have filtered so if i need to tag anything else please let me know - i just don't want to clog the i/p tags w this#bee.txt
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I HAVE FEELINGS FOR A BOYMAN
#sooooooooo BASICALLY i havenât really been as active as normal bc of school and yk taking 5 courses is not for the weak but i am strong in#Jesus Name AMEN!! so this update might seem a bit random but ya we move. sooo this guy isnât to be confused with pool table guy from october#that guy is cool and all but we only ever talk about anime and he leaves me on delivered a lot sooo on to the next ig but this guy that i#have developed Feels for issssss hmmm well call him Friendly Giant âąïž (FG) bc heâs like taalll (6â1 ish?) and dark skin and cute and all but#like he looks intimidating but then has the softest deepest voice and itâs all like aaaawwwwww#but basically heâs just this big sweet guy and at first i thought we were just friends and all but then yk you kinda canât beat the Just#Friends allegations when you ft call a girlie up on CHRISTMAS bc sheâs trying to figure out how sheâs going to cross the boarder BY HERSELF#bc her siblings are of no help AND THEN when said girlie ft calls you the next day yall stay on the phone for 4(!!!) hours and THEN you offe#r to reach her how to drive and you brought her soup when she got her wisdom teeth surgery and when she bought something using your prime u#said she didnât need to pay you back and when she insisted said FG GUY SAID AND I QUOTE âLET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU FOR ONCE đ€Ż#LIKEEEEE#all this while tho i was in fairytale land thinking about how heâs such a great friend and la dee daa bc i didnât think i was his type and#all that but then i was praying last night and the i was like Holy Spirit do i like this man? and He was like yes and youâre trying to#rationalize your feelings but you like him and he likes you#so nooowwww iâm all like đđđŸđ„łđłđłđłđłđłđł#YK?????????!!!!!!#but ya thatâs the latest update đ#i like a guy and he likes me đ„čđ¶đđđŸđłđ€Ż#mutuals my beloved <3#vk overshares in the tags
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still on that "simon teaching you how to shotgun while you're riding him lazily" shit and will always be on that shit!!
âąÂ°. *àż
he pinches your chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the smooth of your skin. âbreathe it in slowlyâit will burn, especially âcause this is yâr first timeâso tap when sâtoo much, okay?â
âokay,â you hum, eyes fluttering slowly at the gentle touch, a caress you know that is meant to be beckoning.
simon shifts the two of you on his seat, shuffling carefully, but the slight movement still makes you gasp, a sputtering of your breath, as muted please races through you at the deeper press of his cock.
he croons at your reaction, eyes crinkling as he murmurs praises and âi love youâs, his voice so full of adoration. it makes your heart clench, lips wobbling at the softness of it allâ
simon is not a good man. he said this to you the first time you begged him to take you to his place.
(âplease,â you whimpered then, too overwhelmed with your lust to notice the way he was straining against his self-control. âi need you.â
your voice broke, a sad tinge curling in your words, and you wonder if it was that which finally pushed simon to the edge. if it was the desperation he could see burning in your eyes and rippling into the way you held himâloose fists bunching up his shirtâthat finally made him buckle.
âiâm not the man that you think i am, sweetheart,â he spat out, his voice weaving between his teeth in a barely-contained snarl. âyâre too good fâr me.â
âi donât care,â you murmured, stepping closer into him, devouring even the minuscule space between you two because simon needed to know. he needed to understand that there is no one else you yearn for but himâ
âgoddamn it.â
his snarl was followed by the way his teeth sank into your skin, marking, tugging.
yes! you thought with giddiness, a sharp gasp getting torn from the base of your throat. yes!yes!yes!)
simon is not a good man, but he kisses you like one. he cares for you like one. he loves you like one.
simon is not a good man, but did he need to be? he was yours. was that not enough?
you rut your hips in slow circles, quiet rasps of your gasps filling up the space. you watch with hooded eyes as simon lights his cigarette, before you lean forward to snuff the fire off his lighter. your eyes meet his above the wafting smoke, desire mutual as it drips into each otherâs laps.
sweat beads on your forehead, sliding down your temple.
you brace yourself on your knees, mewling as you feel the base of his cock sliding out from the grips of your wet walls, before slowly sinking back down to engulf the thickness of it. his cock digs deep again, settling somewhere that makes you feel so fullâyou swear your organs shift to make room for himâand it is in the midst of your stuttered whimpers that simon takes a drag of his cigarette, slow and deep.
you become so hyperaware all of a sudden, watching as his chest expands with every inhale. then, he takes the stick out, and he turns to you with pursed lips. simon cups your cheek once again, his thumb swiping just underneath your eye.
anticipation courses through you as you pitch forward, willing your shaking body to sit still. you see the muted spark of the cigarette in your peripheral as you goâa temptress in its own rightâuntil you feel the scruff of his unshaven chin tickling your own.
you didnât realize how much your lips are trembling until you feel the steady press of simonâs against yours. he gives you soft pecks, reassuring kisses, and then heâs breathing out the smoke into your willing mouth.
you breathe it in slowly, feeling the burn on your tongue slither to your throat until it fills up your lungs. it feels like a thick miasma is being poured down your trachea, choking you with the tendrils of its fiery fog, and you cough, ripping your lips from simonâs.
âshh, shh,â he murmurs, quick to comfort you, his hand steady on the base of your head. âyâdid great, sweetheart. yâdid great.â
you canât hear him, ears ringing as the heat spreads within you.
it is so foreign, dangerous, yet it is so, so sensualâ
a metaphor for simon.
suddenly, sharp pleasure curls in the pit of your stomach, batting away the burn, and you keen, drawn out and high-pitched, before tipping your head down, needing to watch the way simon circles his thumb on your clit.
heâs let go of his cigaretteâ
âsim-onnn,â you hiccup, heart thudding with your disappointment. âwanâ more.â
he chuckles, the sound of it so fond.
so proud.
âlook at you,â he croons. âit hurt you anâ yet you want more.â
his hand slides down from the base of your head to trace the plane of your spine before settling atop your ass where he grabs a fistful of your flesh. you groan, feeling truly edged outâthe lapping euphoria you feel from the slow caress on your clit is not enough, and the thrill of breathing in simonâs sin having been cut short.
any more teasing and frustrated tears will trickle from the corners of your eyes.
simon catches your pout, and he grins, one that is a bite too mean.
âso needy,â he says, sighing dramatically, before he reaches for the stick and pinches it between his lips.
it makes you squirm, excited, your mouth already openâ
needy, just like he said.
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#cw shotgunning#afab reader#suns#q#the way id forget im riding him bc i wanna keep shotgunnin
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Ok so I was thinking about soul swap (??) With gojo. Gojo doingđ«Ł stuff to his body in which readers soul is from readers body. Or can have reader doing stuff with her body..hope u understand kinda high rn. đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
Body swap with Gojo
contains: fem reader, masturbation (m&f), reader & Gojoâs perspectives, perv!gojo & reader, multiple orgasms, âfirst orgasmâ (experienced as the opposite sex), dirty talk, teasing, mutual pining
MDNI
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"Gojo this is fucking serious!" You yelled, still getting caught off guard when Satoru's voice could be heard in your ears even though you were the one talking. "Okay okayy, I'll text Ijichi to come to get us, relax your little head." He responded in your voice. This whole thing was so fucked up. The two of you were fighting some curse together-- Gojo had no real reason to be there but he insisted on it for "safety reasons" (he was bored). You had gotten hit once by the curse right before you finished it off, and nothing strange had happened until Gojo came up to you and laid his hand on your shoulder to make sure you were alright, and that's when it happenedâthe soul swap.
Gojo pulled out his phone and held it out in front of himself, waiting for the face ID to scan him in. The man that currently resided in your body shook the device, frustrated. "Oh, this fuckin'..." He gave up, typing in his password as the device buzzed again and again, refusing to let him in. His antics made you giggle, turning your head to the side you sniffed to conceal any laughter he might pick up before you went back to watching him call for help.
"Ijichi? Heyyy, little problem~" Your higher-pitched voice reverberated through his speaker, no doubt confusing the poor overworked man on the other end. "Why do I have Gojo's phone? Funny you ask.." Gojo went on to pace around the area, throwing your hands up in the air as he explained the situation to Ijichi. You took the opportunity to look down at your temporary body, running your hands down the sides of Gojo's massive coat, which actually fit him. You felt the hardness underneath his clothes, pouting your bottom lip out in surprise, you figured Gojo would be fit, but you never knew for certain.
You had been a teacher at Jujutsu High for as long as he had, and the two of you had gotten quite closeâwhich is why you didn't put up a fight when he insisted on coming on this mission with you, now you were starting to regret your decision. "Checkin' out my body while I was callin' for help? Perv~" Gojo teased, blocking your body off in a cross with his arms dramatically as he spoke. "Don't flatter yourself Satoru, you had something on your jacket." You lied through your teeth.
"It feels weird to hear my own voice chastise myself.." He pouts, placing a hand on his hip. "Yeah, well it doesn't feel great to see you flaunting around in my body either." You respond, holding a dejected look on Satoru's features that he probably has never made in his life. "Oh? you don't like me inside you?" He teased, covering his mouth as he giggled mischievously. "Please don't say gross things in my voice," you responded, rolling your eyes as you started to make your way out of the run-down building so Ijichi could see the two of you from the street.
"You're so serious~" He teased, using your shorter legs to run up to you and wrap himself around your arm, leaning your head against his arm as the two of you walked. "Also why did you not tell me you had to pee so bad." He said, making you choke on your own spit as you stopped in your pursuit of the road. "You are not under any circumstances going to piss while you're in my body." You emphasized, making a point to look into his eyes when you spoke.
"Why? Don't want me to see your cunt? heh." He laughed, once again using his filthy mouth to defile your voice. "What do you think Satoru?" You said, deadpanning at him. "Ahh~ you make my face look so scary~" He teased, curling your body up to his own arm once more as the two of you pushed forth towards society once more.
Once Ijichi's car, and the anxious man himself, came into view, you pushed the body that was clinging too tightly to your arm off of you. "Are you two alright?" He asked, coming up to your body. "Oh, Ijichi ~ you're such a caring man~ why don't you-" "That Gojo Ijichi, don't forget.' You reminded, looking blankly down at the dark-haired man, who had started to blush at your words. After an apology from the nervous man, and a quick slap to your body's shoulder that made Gojo whine through his laugh, the two of you got into the car.
The drive had started off with more shenanigans from Gojo in your body, trying to fluster Ijichi, which you quickly shut down by slapping Gojo's large hand over your own mouth. After that though, the drive started to quiet down, the three of you falling into a comfortable silence save for the radio playing some generic song in the background to fill the void. You noticed Gojo had started to bounce his leg in your body, peeking out the corner of your eye you saw your head was tipped back on the headrest, your eyes were squeezed shut, and your lip was pulled between your teeth; you looked like you were in pain.
"Gojo." You whispered, making him drop his chin and look at you, before he smiled through the uncomfortably, "I wasn't lying about needing to-" You quickly cut him off, waving his hands in front of you, "I know, I know." You said, before heaving out a sigh, "This fucking suuuuck." You drawled, letting your own head tip back agaisnt the headrest as you heard your own voice giggle at your unfortunate situation.
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"Satoru hurry!" You yelled, tapping your foot anxiously on the ground as you stood in front of the bathroom door with your arms crossed, waiting for Gojo to finish his business. "Don't rush me! It's hard to pee with a blindfold on you know." He sighed, your voice coming through the door muffled. You had tied Gojo's own pitch-black blindfold over his eyes before you let him go into the bathroom, making sure he couldn't see a thing. You wanted him to leave to door open so you could make sure he really didn't peek, but then you put yourself in his shoes and realized you wouldn't want Gojo to watch while you were.. so you abandoned that thought.
Right before you were about to yell at the man for taking too long again, he opened the door, the blindfold off of your eyes and in your hands. Your face tunred beat red, your jaw dropped and your lungs filled with profanities and curses, ready to spill but- "I took it off to wash my hands captain stick-up-her-ass, relax~" He said, giving you a smug look before he pushed past you and started walking down the hallway. You bit your tongue as you watched your body move down the hall, "Where are you going?" You asked, placing your hands on his hips.
"Well~ I was hoping you could show me to your room because.." He held your hands out in front of him before he gestured to your body, which was covered in dirt, debris, curse blood, you name it. You could feel a headache start to come on, rubbing your fingers against his temple you sighed, realizing he was going to have to take a shower. You followed in his footsteps down the hall as you passed him, leading him to your room. "Thank you~" He cooed, a pep in his step as he followed behind you.
Once you reached your room you gripped your hand on the top of the door as he slipped under your arm and made his way into your room. You were caught off guard for a second, you knew Gojo was big, but you never really realized your size difference until now. Feeling yourself grow hot in the face you quickly snapped yourself out of it as you followed him into your room.
"Ahhhhh~" Gojo moaned in your voice, plopping him and his filthy body down on your pristine sheets. "You have two seconds to get off my bed before I use your own technique to kill you." You said with his deep voice, making him sigh as he reluctantly dropped his legs back down onto the floor and dragged his body off the sheets, standing as he crossed his arms at you. "Im tireddd, you seriously need to work on your stamina." He said, rubbing your thighs with your hands, "This body is exhausted, I feel like I'm going to collapse." He complained.
You ignored his comments as you dug through your drawer, trying to find something sufficient for him to change into. You settled on a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, collecting them under your arm you threw them in his direction, the man skillfully catching them in his hands. "You don't have anything a little sexier?" He said, holding up the ragged band tee in front of him while he tucked the shorts under his arms. "Please." You begged, your eye twitching when you turned to look at him.
"You should probably.." You froze, your face heating up at the words you haven't even spoken yet. "Stop making me look so bashful, it's unbecoming." He said, a face of displeasing spreading itself on your futures. "God- Fuck, please just go take a shower and don't.. don't- don't be weird!" You sputtered, throwing your hands in the air in defeat before you opened the door and stepped aside so he could leave your bedroom and head for the shower rooms. "Yes ma'am~" He cooed, looking up at you through your lashes at you while he walked past you and started down the hallway.
Once he was out of view, you shut your door behind yourself as you slid down the wood dramatically, burring your face in Gojo's massive hands as you tried not to think too hard about what he might see, or what he was going to do with your body.
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Gojo locked the door to the shower rooms behind him, screw anyone else that needed to wash up he needed to be alone right now. Your pleas and begs to not look at your body too long or be weird with yourself getting thrown out the window when your frame came into view in the full-length mirror that was in the bathroom before the shower stalls. He whistled at what he saw, turning himself around he looked over your shoulder and stared at your ass through the mirror.
Gojo was having the time of his life checking out his new temporary body. He was astonished at how pretty you still managed to look with messed up hair and ruined clothes. He stared intently at your body as he turned back around and started unzipping your jacket slowly, biting his lip when your body clad in a tight black t-shirt came into view. "Fuck, this is insane." Gojo laughed to himself, feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar warmth blossom in your stomach.
He let the jacket drop to the floor before he crossed his arms over your body and gripped the bottom of your shirt as he slowly dragged the fabric up and over your head, a shaky breath escaping your lips when he saw your bare flesh, the top half of your figure only being clad in a bra. "She'll never know." He giggled to himself before he turned around again, slipping your fingers under the hem of your pants he slowly and seductively slid them down your body, the heat in his stomach growing when your pantyclad pussy came into view as he kicked the pants to the side.
"Who knew all I had to do to get you naked was to do it myself." He said, watching himself in the mirror. Fuck, your voice was turning him on. He might be the one in control of your body right now, but the soul residing inside was still Gojo Satoru, the man who got hard watching you stretch your arms over your head before you spared. He turned around and reached his hand behind his back to unclasp your bra, biting his lip and smiling when he felt your tits fall freely in the air.
"Fuck." He wined in your voice, making your body grow wet as he slid the garment off your body and let it join the pile that had built up on the floor. He brought your hands up to your breasts as squished them together, kneading the soft mounds in his hands, pinching your nipples, jiggling them around, he touched and manipulated them in all the ways he could thing, all while he giggled at his own ministrations. "Now to see this cunt~"
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Back in your room, you were still on the floor, your head had left the confines of your hands as it rested against the door with your eyes shut. You were going over in your head the way you looked from his point of view; how much smaller than him you were, the height difference, his deep voice, how warm his body was, how- what the fuck was that? You swore you felt something twitch in his pants. You dropped your gaze hesitantly to his lap and noticed a large tent was poking up right where his crotch was.
You had got to be joking. While fantasizing in his body, you had accidentally riled yourself up to the point you were sporting a boner? This was unreal. How did it go away? How long would it take? Oh god, why was his pervy body so sensitive? You did notice the familiar warmth in your lower regions, only in this body, instead of almost feeling your arousal throughout your whole body, you felt it more focused on his crotch.
You bit your lip, shutting your eyes as you tipped your head back against the door again. You couldn't stop your mind from wandering back to all the little things you noticed while being in his body, you wanted to stop you really did, you could not be like Gojo, you were not a perv, you were not a hypocrite.. but one look couldn't hurt anything right? Gojo would likely be in the bathroom for a while, he would never know if you just looked at it, right?
With a heavy sigh, you stood up and walked up to your full-length mirror, unzipping his jacket quickly and throwing it on your bed you lifted his shirt up on his body and stared at his insane physique. His abs seemed to glow under the light in your room, and the indents and muscles on his frame seemed to go on forever. How did he manage to stay so fit when he was constantly eating all those sweets? Men..
The bulge his body was sporting in his slacks made the whole view look so much more erotic, you bit your lip, your breath picking up the more you shamelessly gazed at his body in the mirror. You lifted his shirt more to get a view of his rock-hard pecs, a shaky breath leaving his lungs at his long and toned torso completely unobstructed by clothes to your eyes. You had already come this far.. looking a little more wouldn't hurt right? It's not like you were going to touch anything and besides! Gojo was absolutely doing the exact same thing right now.
Although the thought of Gojo checking out your body the way you were doing to him right now made your face heat up, you once again felt that same twitching under his pants. "Ugh, fucking quit that!" You chastised his dick, your face scrunching up in annoyance as you spoke to it.
You slipped his fingers under his waistband, you slid the fabric down lower- his v-line became more visible to you, lower- a white happy trail was exposed, lower- the base of his cock was unveiled as you could now see it throb under your gaze. You slid his pants down to about his mid-thighs, biting your lip as a shaky moan left his lips, making you feel dizzy at the erotic sound. His cock dripped a thick drop of pre onto the floor beneath you as you watched it hang freely in the room, twitching in the air.
He was so big it almost made you mad, realizing at that moment his cockiness and confidence not only came from his good looks and impressive talent but also from his massive cock. You dropped to his knees, perching yourself on them as you pulled up his shirt and bit the fabric between your teeth, letting yourself have a full view of his body. "Fuck." You moaned, the sound coming out muffled from the fabric tucked between your teeth as you let his warm hands come up to caress his body.
You felt every indent and ridge his body had to offer as you smoothed his massive hands over his body. Any guild you might've felt earlier being washed away at the unreal sight in front of you. The throbbing in his crotch was becoming unbearable the longer you worked yourself up. You tried to stop your hands from dropping any lower, you really did, but when you felt the way his hand wrapped around his cock, the relief, the pleasure, you had no regrets.
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Gojo sat on the floor of the shower with a slack jaw as he watched your small fingers piston in and out of your tight cunt, moaning and whining at how warm and wet you felt around your fingers. "S-Satoru, Satoru-" He moaned in your voice, getting himself off on hearing your voice moan out his name. "Fuck- this feels so fucking good-" He whined, tipping his head bak agaisnt the shower wall.
He thought fingering himself would feel uncomfortable, but he was sorely mistaken. Your body was made for taking things inside your tight little cunt, the feeling of pleasure immediately washing over his body from just sliding his fingers inside your cunt. He had already cum twice from fingering your body and rubbing your fingers over your sensitive clit, he just couldn't get enough. He had no idea how long he had been in there for, but the water was still running hot so it couldn't have been that long.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yesyesyes-" He moaned in your voice, wanting to get the most out of this experience while he could, he didn't know if he would ever get to be this up close and personal with your body again after all. He tweaked your nipples in his fingers, biting your lip as loud moans echoed off the walls of the bathroom, his hips humping into your fingers as he felt himself approach another orgasm.
"Soooooo fucked- heh- S-so fucked up" He groaned, your voice raising in pitch as he fought the urge to keep your legs apart, moaning out his name once more when he came. Your body curled in on itself as he continued fucking his fingers in and out of your cunt, working himself through the orgasm. "A-ahhh ngh- fuck-" He wined, pulling his fingers from your walls as your legs snapped shut, and your cunt clenched around nothing. The friction your thighs brought on your sensitive cunt as you came down from your orgasm felt heavenly.
Your body relaxed under the pelting water droplets hit his body, your gasps filling the bathroom as he tried to catch his breath. Gojo couldn't help but think how much better it felt to come as a woman, he felt like his whole soul left his body each time he came, the electricity that zapped through his whole body and made his mind cloudy was a feeling that could not be beat. He almost started mourning the curse you had killed, he wanted to experience this all the time.
With a sigh he pulled himself off of the floor, standing on shaky legs as he shut off the water and giggled to himself as he took the towel down from the side of the shower. "Fuck, it feels a little sore down there.. hope she doesn't notice, heh." And with that, the white-haired man started to dry off your hair and dress your body back up in the nice clean clothes you had given him.
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"Fuck- fuck- o-ohmygod" You rapidly stroked your hand over his cock while you stared at Gojo's body in the mirror. It was a weird feeling, being aroused by this body while you had full control over it, but the fucked up situation almost made it more exciting. Gojo's balls felt so heavy and warm under your palm as you massaged in between your fingers. His back arched in the mirror every time you ran your hand over the sensitive tip of his dick.
It had taken you a minute to get used to the feeling and to find the right rhythm, but once you did, you were going fucking insane. You don't know how Gojo had lived his whole life with such a sensitive cock, every time you stroked over his length his body jerked and twitched, pre cum dripped from his dick, and his breath hitched, it was a mess. His needy whines and deep groanes you had occasionally let slip was driving your arousal up the walls, the way his abs clenched under your ministrations, and the feeling of his cock twitching when the stimulation got too much; you were feeling drunk.
"Right fucking- there- yess~" You groaned in his voice, stroking his cock slower but rougher as you squeezed your fist tightly around him. You wished you could fuck someone while you were in his body. If his hand felt this good, could you imagine how a mouth felt around it? Or a pussy? An ass? The possibilities and fantasies you were painting in your head were making his balls tighten, a familiar feeling coiling itself in the pit of his stomach.
"Shit, think I'm gonna cum." You vocalized, wanting to hear his voice, as the effect it had on you was embarrassing. You might be incapable of saying the filthy shit Gojo says on a daily basis, but you were sure as hell good at moaning and vocalizing your pleasure when something felt good. You wanted to hear how his voice sounded when it moaned out your name, but the embarrassment was too much, just thinking about it made you blush.
Your breath picked up as you thrust his hips to meet your strokes, both losing rhythm as you brought his body closer and closer to orgasm. "A-ahhh- fuck its coming its- fu-fuck-" You groaned, watching with a slacked jaw as long ropes of cum spurted out of his dick. Some of the ropes coated his hand and eased the slide on his cock as you stroked him through his orgasm, some being shot out onto the mirror in front of you, making the whole scene look pornographic.
His orgasm felt different from the ones you were used to, but it felt just as good. The heat was stronger in the pit of your stomach, and his cock was ten times as sensitive as your clit usually was right when you came. You felt different afterward too, a wave of shame and realization flooded over you when you realized what you had just done. "Ughhhh.." You groaned, being able to blame the unreasonable hornieness on this new body of yours as you washed the shame from your head, using a nearby towel from the other night to wipe off your dirtied mirror and his sensitive cock.
You winced and sucked a breath in through your teeth at the oversensitivity you felt while you wiped off his softening cock; silently curing him as it was still massive when it was flaccid. As soon as you tucked his cock back into his pants and straightened his apearance back up, you heard a knock on your door that nearly sent your soul flying out of your body.
"Let me innn, it's cold out here~" You heard your voice whine from the other side of the door. You took a deep breath before you walked over to the door and pulled it open, being faced with a damp-haired you. "Why do I look like shit? My face is so red." Gojo complained, walking past you as he dumped your clothes in your hamper before he walked over to your mirror to fix up your still-wet hair.
"Just got hot," You brushed off his remark. "How was your shower?" You asked, avoiding eye contact as you watched him fix your hair in the mirror. "Ohh you know~ Hot." He giggled. You rolled your eyes at his words, dismissing him as you plopped his heavy body on your bed and stared at the ceiling.
"I need to get my body back." You mumbled under your breath, making him look over to you from his place in front of the mirror, "What was that?" He asked, making you bite your lip between your teeth as you sighed heavily, replaying the last couple minutes over and over in your head. "Oh, nothing." You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.
part 2 :)
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Unknowingly, his | Aaron Hotchner
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pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem liaison reader
summary: You never fail to make Hotch smile, even in hard times. One late night, when reader comes to his office to do some paperwork with him, he cannot help but catch himself staring at you and wondering if Hayley had the right to be jealous of you
cw: hints of jealous reader, mentions of jealous haley, divorce talk, cheating talk, mutual pinning my beloved <33
I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story!
It was 7 in the morning when you entered your dull office with an emphatic unambiguous ugh. You tossed your briefcase and jacket onto the leather couch to your right, closed the door behind you with your heel, walked over to the table and turned on the light. You did a good job rearranging everything last night, but the files you were supposed to audit for the day had already been put on your desk. Though, you neednât to rush as the team had already gotten a new case when 20 minutes prior you received a call. At least you had already been prepared to come down to your office, all dressed up. The phone call came through just as you were to about to cross your doorstep.
Moaning, you picked up the phone, dialed the number and patiently held for a response. You despised this. After a month, the team had a day off and you weren't expected to have a heavy workload today (also, you could never take a day off when the rest of the team did), so the most noticeably awful thing to do on a day like this for you was to call them back in.
You played with a tangled cord of your telephone when a hoarse voice spoke, "Hotchnerâ on the other end of the call.
Great, you wondered, was he already awake or did you wake him up. You could name a handful of different better ways of doing so.
"Uh, hi, Hotch." You noticed it was slightly too sweet how you said it. It might have been your way to make the news more appealing, or maybe, his early morning voice made you melt. You could never be certain which is the one.
Before he spoke your name, he cleared his throat and you believed you heard a light peck against his lips and someoneâs chuckle.
The butterflies in your stomach died in an instant. Another great thing you had to do this morning.
âIâm sorry if Iâm interrupting anything,â you said with a wry smile, rolling your eyes, âbut Iâm afraid I donât have good news.â
Silence.
It made you glance at the handset you were holding to your ear.
Oh, how you have ruined his day before it even began.
âI figured. Call the rest of the team. Iâll meet you there in 20.â And with that, he ended the call. You could already detect a sudden shift in his tone, could already see a familiar frown appearing on his face.
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It was late at night when you knocked at Aaron's office door. Most of the agents on the sixth floor of the building were already out. Aaron could hear your heels clicking against the floor, echoing in the space before you even entered the bullpen.
"Hey."
A frown was settled on his face as he sat in a large chair behind his desk, his red tie slightly askew on his white-collar shirt, his rolled-up sleeves revealing his bare forearm. You couldn't help but notice that his hair, too, was more disheveled than normal. You tilted your head. If you had the chance, you would stare at him like that for eternity.
When Hotch regarded you with a fleeting gaze and a quick 'come in' in response before resuming to his paperwork and forms, you entered his office with a gentle exhale.
There was no need for questions or instructions as you silently retrieved the documents from your side of the table once you had sat across him.
That was the schedule you used to follow regularly.
Every time a case ended, both of you had to come together and complete the paperwork. At times, youâd spend extra time working together into the late night until you both were barely able to keep your eyes open, whilst other times it didn't take as long. Even though some might argue that it was not the perfect scenario - staying up late with your boss - those times when you had to be silent and be in close proximity to him were calming and almost sufficient to fuel your bizarre attraction that began the moment you first laid eyes on him. It was constantly shifting, influenced by mood changes from both of you. You were never afraid to express your strong opinion even if it didnât parallel his, never afraid to speak for yourself, but you were also the one that spent most time with him, knew him better than the rest of the team, even had the most in common. The team referred to you as Hotchâs soft spot (not to his knowing, of course). In spite of being one of the youngest members of the team, if another member messed something up, theyâd hide behind you, ask you to talk some sense into Hotch. To him, you could never do wrong. He was always a little bit blind to your faults. And you, obviously, werenât oblivious to that. Not that you took advantage of it, or to be quite frank never a serious one. You could notice how one look, one âHotch?â, one âplease?â could make him easily change his mind no matter who stood on the other end of the topic. You still remember when Penelope first started working with the team, and the first time she saw you two together - you saw a â?!?â above her head. She asked if you were the wife.
And then, on the other side, there was a wife. Hotch was married, and you knew his little family - Haley and their son, so you never thought about breaking that boundary. As such, you were very adept at playing the game of hot and cold when it came to Hotch. Even if he werenât someoneâs husband, there was still a bit of an age gap between the two of you, and letâs not forget Aaron Hotchnerâs professionalism. He was your boss after all, and in all your mind, you just firmly believed Aaron would never allow himself such a thing.
While you filled out the forms, you noticed something quite different tonight. Hotch had complete trust in you, he was aware of where your loyalties laid. You'd been on the same team for a few years in a row now, during which he would occasionally sign certain documents prior to you completing them. However, tonight was different. Tonight, he appeared unenthusiastic about returning home early to maximize the limited time his job allowed him to spend with his family.
âWhatâs wrong?â You inquired, feigning ignorance of his eyebrows raising towards you.
He shook it off, replied with a stock âNothingâ.
Neither of you seemed to stop whatever you were writing down.
âWeâve spent way too much time together. If you think I wouldnât notice,â you eyed him. âYou are wrong, boss.â
Aaronâs eyes finally really met yours for the very first time tonight. He leaned back in his seat comfortably, arms resting on armrests. âAre you a profiler now?â
âI might be one,â you mused, leaning back in your seat, crossing your legs as you put your pen aside. âPerhaps I have picked up a few skills working with the best.â
He surveyed you, a smile playing in the corner of his lips.
Aaron Hotchner - the profiler - never misses anything.
âIn any case, I believed we had agreed not to profile each other,â he spoke gently.
You expressed gratitude to God for that. Would he, then, realize the extent of a crush you had for him in those little moments and mood changes? Was he just as unaware of that as any other man even though Aaron Hotchner was not just any man? You, in rare cases of boredom, would wonder what he really thought of you. Did he think it was just your personality - being all flirty and smiley, with everyone?
âIâm not profiling you, Hotch.â You reassured him. âItâs just⊠Would you not ask me if I were fine if youâd noticed?â
âYes, I would.â
âAnd youâd want me to tell the truth?â
He nodded slightly in response.
Your eyebrows snapped together. âThen?â
As soon as the thought of Haley came back into his mind, his expression fell serious, his smile faltered.
He couldn't believe that Haley could possibly be jealous of any of his colleagues. After being together for years, he believed she would have had more insight, would known him better than that. For months now, that had not been the case. They practically turned into strangers who occasionally had to share the same bed. Even though he didn't realize it then, after the final confrontation and some calm reflection, everything became clear. Although the very thought of losing Haley was unknown⊠painful.
That morning when y/n called him, the moment Haley was waking him up in bed with her kisses, he called out your name. They both got carried away in the heat of the moment, not realizing that the call was indeed coming at his work number.
He recalled the way she gazed at him then - disappointed more than anything else - she shook her head and pushed him aside, getting up from the bed and putting on her robe. After the call had ended, he wanted to explain to Haley but what she said to him petrified him.
âIt's always work, and it's always her, and you always go running like a dog whenever she calls you!â
He was upset, offended. However, he was fully aware that Haley was determined to find a way to bring their relationship to an end, regardless of his actions, whether positive or negative.
Aaron remembered then the call to the home telephone which he had picked, but was welcomed with silence before that someone hang up on him. And then Haley's mobile rang. He knew. He knew then, in that shared gaze with Haley. But regardless of all that, Aaron wanted one more chance, at least for their son Jack, who needed a united family more than anything else.
âHaley and I are getting divorced.â He spoke, not realising you had been back to signing the documents whilst he was busy in his thoughts.
âWhat?â
That took you by a surprise. You would have never guessed it. Yes, you shared glances with the rest of the team while working on the last case, noticing how something bothered Hotch, how slightly distracted he was. You could have notice how quiet he was on your way back home in the jet, not engaging in a conversation with anyone, with you. Yes, you all have guessed he had an argument with Haley having to leave for work again when heâd finally had a day off, but divorce⊠No one believed the two of them would ever divorce.
âIâm so sorry, Hotch.â
âFor a while it has been⊠different. I guess thereâs nothing I could do about that now, nothing to change the situation we have gotten into.â He spoke as if though he hadnât heard you, his dark eyes distant in a dim lighting. âI tried.â
You didnât want to pry. You needed not to know what happened - their reason, whatever it might have been, was sufficient. You didn't believe it was Haley's fault, nor his fault. You could understand both of them. It was indeed a rather challenging one. Only a handful of individuals could understand the job you have chosen to do, sometimes it made you wonder if youâd ever find anyone that would.
Unless it was someone doing the same job, the chances were relatively small. Reid could give his statistics on this one, youâd remind yourself to ask.
âI know, Hotch.â You reached out instinctively, your hand over his, slightly squeezing. He did not move or flinch, his eyes shifting to where the contact was. The hand under your palm was warm, simultaneously rough and soft. His wedding ring was reverberating a tiny bit of coldness against your skin. âAnd I know you. I know you would never just quit. You donât deserve this. And Iâm really so so sorry.â
âIâm not ideal. Haley has every right. Iâm more gone than present, more a boss than a husband.â He sighed, pondering. âMy own marriageâs been in trouble and needed saving, but I wasnât able to admit it and help myself, help us. I wonder how I still keep this job.â
âDonât take it too hard on yourself, ok? Itâs never just one side, but it does get better. I promise. At least that much I know of. If thereâs anything I can doâŠâ
âYou are here. Listening.â
You once again felt noticed as his intense yet somehow gentlest of gaze met yours. You loved that about Aaron, the ways he could make you feel in just seconds - you could be all platonically giggly and flirty with him in one, but in the next moment when he would regard you with that look in his eyes, one word, one smile - the world would stop, you could only hear your heart beating, his presence only existing. And it scared you.
It should have been just a banal crush.
You withdrew your hand from his at the thought, clearing your throat to cover a moment that was⊠profound, finding sudden interest in the documents again. âI can complete this by the end of night, you can-â
âNo.â He cut you off, sighing as the documents on his desk filled his sight again. âItâs fine. I donât have anywhere to be in particular tonight. I have to finish this by morningâŠâ
His brows raised once his eyes met yours again before he added, whispering. âAnd I could use some company.â
Or preferably, he could use your company.
âAh, Strauss⊠The woman knows how to keep her employees in dislike of her.â You stated, averting your gaze from his eyes, taking another file from atop of others. âYou should give her some tips.â
A soft chuckle escaped his throat, breaking the silent grimness that spread in the room.
âSince this is gonna be one hell of a night...â You put your hands on the armrests, ready to stand up. It was an attempt to run, reflect, calm down. âAnything you want me to get you?â
âActually, Iâm about to get some coffee. Would you like some?â
âWell, if we must finish all this workâŠâ You nodded, eyes narrowing. âYeah, we have to.â
âOk.â He said in a soft-spoken manner, rising to his feet, and then pointed his finger at you in a manner similar to scolding a child. âBut donât doze off on me again. Iâll be right back.â
You put your hands up in defiance.
When he passed next to you, you followed him with your gaze out of the office. His perfume barely reached up your nostrils and you slumped in your seat, eyes closed, your breath shuddering.
That was close.
And about that⊠It wouldnât be your first time. The team was amazed by your ability to fall asleep literally anywhere - desk, bench, floor, cinema, waiting rooms - you name it.
The first time Aaron found about this talent of yours was after the case. You went to check out of the hotel with the rest of the team, and while waiting for others in the lobby seated on a bar stool with your arms crossed, you fell asleep. He was quite taken aback, or rather impressed as well as everyone else, to see you dozing off while seated. On your way home, the team occasionally made jokes about it, but what stood out to you the most was that Hotch was also very engaged in them.
âThank you.â He said once he returned to his office and put your cup of coffee before you.
You locked eyes with him, offering a small smile. âYou are always very welcome.â
Taking a break from work, you took a sip. Just how you liked it. How attentive. Not that it was surprising. âAnd I suppose I should thank you.â
He lifted the cup in his hand to his lips but halted before taking a sip, his tongue gliding over his lips. You stared, hypnotized. âIâm sorry? Thank me for what exactly?â
âYeah, you knowâŠâ Nervous, you offered him a report youâd just finished hoping he didnât catch that. He reached forward to take it. âFor indirectly acknowledging that seeing my name on your phone on a day off is not the most pleasant thing. I suppose I am bad news.â
âItâs a rather heavy subject, you know.â He replied in a professional tone, his eyes glued on the paper.
âWell, weâve got all night.â You joked, throwing your hands in the air.
His eyes softened upon meeting yours once again. âI didnât say that, and no, you arenât.â
You lifted your brow at him. And then, there was that crooked grin on your face, teasing him to admit.
He observed you for a moment. âSometimes, yes.â He succumbed to your will once again, before signing the report, concealing his own smile from you.
#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x y/n#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch x you#aaron hotch x y/n#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner drabble#aaron hotchner oneshot#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch#i might turn this one into a slow burn series#like just some chapters here and there#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#unknowingly series
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a/n a small-ish fic of someone comforting aegon bc i feel bad for him đ
Summary: You did not choose to be Aegon's wife, and yet you seem to be the only one choosing to be there for him during his recovery.
Warnings/info: forced marriage turned to awkward, subtle pining masquerading as uneasy friendship, vague descriptions of life threatening injuries, canon compliant incest (reader is rhaenyra's daughter)
read part 2 here: A Matter of Timing
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Hushed whispers, as stale and sterile as the fresh gauze being stretched and pulled taut against his skin. The rasp of his breathing scrapes at the air that manages to pull itself into your own lungs.
"It is..." Alicent stalls, her gaze never leaving her eldest son, "A lot, I know." Her eyes are wide, glossier than you've ever seen them. An odd sort of empathy presses itself against your chest, making a full breath feel like even more of a fantasy.
Your sympathies and courteously vague expressions of understanding and mutual hurt are things Alicent has no use for. She's tolerated you like an inherited dress that doesn't quite fit, only begrudgingly acknowledging you when surrounded by family.
These days, her barely there tolerance for you has grown even weaker, considering the reports your handmaid had delivered to you of Alicent's attempts to convince the council to lock you away after your mother's retaliation to Aegon's coronation. An imprisonment only prevented by Aegon's command.
She lets out a breath, her attention briefly dropping to the ground before settling on you. "But you are his wife."
A fact she's only come to accept because of your blood. As Rhaenyra's daughter, your marriage had been a compromise, a final attempt at merging a divided family before your grandsire's passing. If your mother had known how quickly Aegon's supporters would have pushed him towards the throne...
You nod your head slowly, dismissing thoughts of yourself. For the first time since your union, the context of your arrangement does not cloud all else. "Yes."
There had been no attempts made to gloss over the extent of Aegon's injuries. For once, the heart of the Red Keep prioritized reality over projecting strength and invulnerability. The maesters had warned you, had detailed the damages left behind by the flames and the fall. An attack strong enough to kill a dragon.
"I um...I tried to visit him earlier, when he first returned." The surprise of your own honesty is an afterthought, a barely there thing attempting to occupy the little space left in your mind. "They said he was not yet stable."
Alicent is silent, some distant quality hollowing her stare as she watches the maester. His movements are succinct, precise as he quietly instructs a maid to bring him a salve left on the table. How many times in these last few days has he gone through this process? How many more times will a maester need to dress Aegon's wounds and rebandage him?
"Stable seems relative." Alicent blinks, her attention returning to what's directly in front of her. She turns to face you. "I trust that you'll sit with him, keep him company after the maester is finished."
Aegon's thoughts on your company have shifted several times throughout the short time you've been married. He often goes through periods of indifference followed by fleeting displays of interest that feel eerily close to companionship. Not quite a friendship or a romance, but something warm and comfortable. Mutual glances shared over supper, peaceful moments in the hall, occasionally crawling into the other's beds at night like children that cannot find sleep on their own.
Some skeptical part of you wonders if Alicent's sudden interest in your wifely responsibilities has more to do with punishing you than caring for Aegon. You doubt she considers you some great source of comfort in her son's life. At least you don't mind the thought of staying here, away from prying eyes and whispers that your privileges within the Red Keep should be restricted until the realm is no longer so divided. "Of course."
She nods once. "There--there is much to be decided upon in Aegon's absence." Alicent lets out a rigid breath. Perhaps Alicent really does want to know that someone's with Aegon. "I should go."
"I will keep him company, your grace."
With that, Alicent spares Aegon a final glance before turning to leave. You remain near the entrance of Aegon's bedchambers, far enough away to not impact the maester and his work.
You watch the process openly. Aegon's burns and other injuries are meticulously cleaned, white cloth stained dark as it is dragged against his skin. Salves and balms are lathered onto his wounds, concoctions meant to promote healing and ward off infection. The final step of the process involves the freshly cleaned wound being rebandaged.
The maester works at an expert pace, treating Aegon's body in sections. Before you know it, he's stepping back to assess the results of his efforts. The maester then looks over at you.
You've never been in a position to be responsible over someone so injured. Are you meant to...dismiss him? Approve his work? Ask something? "Is he..." Well seems like a terrible overstatement. You force yourself to take a few steps forward. "How is he?"
He briefly presses his lips together. "Much more stable than he was previously, your grace. I am afraid that I cannot yet predict much about his recovery. As of now, the priority is preventing infection."
You allow your gaze to fall onto Aegon. There's something about the way he's lying there, immobile and broken and smaller than he should be. "Right. Well, thank you."
The maester nods, "It is my honor, your grace."
He begins to gather his supplies before leaving. At the maester's absence, the maid that had been assisting him turns towards you. "Is there anything you need, your grace?"
You briefly consider sending her out for water or asking her to bring you a book you left in your own apartments. A menial task would ensure her return, which would mean you'd have a temporary reprieve from being alone with Aegon like this. "No, I'm alright. You are free to go."
She nods at the dismissal, "Thank you, my queen."
Queen. The title that belongs to your mother in her own right, not as a position inherited towards marriage.
The girl leaves, her quiet footsteps nearly drowned out by Aegon's unsteady breathing. You watch her until she's disappeared through the doorway, and then for awhile longer. When you can no longer justify your silence, you step forward.
Standing so close to the foot of Aegon's bed tugs at something deep inside of you. He is so still, so without defense. Like this, he does not seem like a man desperate to cement his position, or the person you never wished to be bonded to in this way, or even the only one who you allowed to enter your apartments after news of your brother's death arrived at the Red Keep. Now, he only seems like a boy trapped midway between where he lies and death.
Though bandaged and burned, the entirety of Aegon's features have not been destroyed. The shape of his nose, the part of his lips still familiar. His hair had not been a priority, and while the maester did brush it back to work on him, the disheveled strands have fallen forward again.
You move away from his bed's edge with careful steps. Before you can overthink the act, your hand moves to his forehead. As gently as you can will yourself to, you unplaster the hair stuck to the oily salves on his forehead. Your fingers catch themselves on silvery knots. You begin to pick apart the largest tangles as best as you can without a comb.
It's not an easy task, sweat and product cementing the knots into place. "I'd hate it if no one brushed my hair." The words come out on instinct, the desire to justify your proximity the way you would if he was awake. In all honesty, you're not sure if he can hear you.
The process is slow and clumsy, nails separating strands for you to comb through. Up close like this, you can almost pretend that this is restful for him. He still doesn't look well, but from here you can focus on his shut eyes and parted lips. Your hand drifts away from his hairline, fingertips fluttering over bandages and brushing against unmarred skin.
Something awfully sentimental attempts to claw its way up your throat. "I'll go get a comb." You pull your arm away from him. "I'll--I'll be back, I promise."
You take a single step back before turning your back to him. The maester deemed him stable, which means that he will not spontaneously pass if left alone for a moment. You'll only leave to fetch a comb and maybe a book so that you have something to read aloud. He's never loved your novels, but it's the only way you can think to keep him com--
A soft sound, so gentle and brief you could almost convince yourself you imagined it if it wasn't for the distinctness of the word. Your name.
You stall. Perhaps you misheard something else, maybe a stuttering of his breathing or the room settling. You turn.
He remains unchanged--body in the same position it's been in this entire time and eyes still shut. The supposed whisper should be dismissible.
You step forward, voice fragile as you ask, "Aegon?"
For a moment, pressed between the audible strain between his breaths, a faint optimism pulses through you. Weeks of being a bride, a queen of the realm hated by all those around her, and your only form of protection has, ironically, been the man that's bound you to this place.
The hope fluttering in your stomach quickly morphs into something closer to dread. He is not awake. He is not well enough to call for you or any--a shift, a turn of his outstretched hand so small and inconsequential you likely would not have noticed if it was any less needed.
Ignoring the blurring edges of your vision, you move towards his bedside in quick strides. Without thinking, your hand finds his. "I know that this union is not one you entered willingly. I am also aware of the fact that you know I did not ask for this either." You've not often held Aegon's hand, but now you're glad for his tangibility. "But you--you have not been cruel. You've actually been surprisingly patient, even when I have given you reason not to be."
His palm is warm against yours, the familiarity of it strangely assuring. The few times you've laid together for the sake of duty, the heat of Aegon's skin had been one of the few aspects of the process that you were reluctantly drawn to.
"At times, you have been kind..." You blink in an attempt to dismiss the stinging behind your eyes. "Friendly, even." Your hold on him tightens. "And I miss that. I--I miss our friendship."
The grief in your chest is a hybrid thing, made up just as much out of your empathy and fear as it is by your hurt. It's a sensation so dizzying, you nearly pour your panic out to him. You have to bite your tongue to avoid asking him to not leave you alone here.
Tears are beginning to prick the corner of your eyes when you feel his fingers bend around yours. Aegon squeezes your hand with a barely recognizable force.
He's--he's awake. "Aegon?"
His hold on you does not falter as a faint sigh escapes his lips, a midway of his own.
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a/n not to offer a part 2 to everything i write but i have an idea for a second fic thatâs connected to this so if ur interested lmk :)))
#hotd#hotd x reader#aegon x reader#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon the second x reader#aegon the second#aegon#aegon targaryen#house of the dragon#house of the dragon x reader
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AUGUST REC FICS
Hello, my sweets!! Here I am, once again, for yet another month of reading and living vicariously through our one and only Reader. I haven't read much this past month, and most of these sweet authors are people I follow (and shockingly, some are my mutuals, too !!! I'm too much of a fangirl to believe it's true). Give these gorgeous, spectacular writers a ton of love. They all deserve it so much, considering they're blessing us with such amazing work for free. Like. Comment. Reblog. The equivalent of a five-star review
Like always, I will be going based on what I've read recently and not by the date the fic was posted. Reminder to please respect these writers. Some contents are 18+. MINORS should not be interacting in any way.
â âż â âż âż â âż âż âż
Spencer Reid
âż a muted shade of green by @dalamjisung âł the flow of this fic was so smooth my jaw dropped down on the floor as i read through (writer's first reid fic, and it was chef's kiss)
âż hearts aligned by @raekensluver âł OMG this one had me melting. roommate spencer is such a dream
âż sick love by @misserabella âł guilty pleasure unlocked. a wonderful reading session filled with interesting discoveries
âż behind closed doors by @incognit0slut âł i loved binging this so much !!! was a giggling, kicking mess while reading this one; and it has four parts ! we're so spoiled
âż kiss it better by @nereidprinc3ss âł tmi but was having an episode of mild anxiety attack, and this saved me in the middle of the night, giggling myself to sleep, so thank you for such amazing work x
âż dead of night & nightvisions by @cxrrodedcoffin âł lol i read this at work and had to fight battles not to make any facial signs that i was consuming kinky content. the second part was another level, i was cackling like a witch
âż much ado about nothing: act iii, scene v & act iv, scene i by @incognit0slut âł act iii, scene v left me speechless, reader didn't fold and i took that as a win. act iv, scene i played with my emotions lol
âż just a number by @reidsdaisies âł i became a stand-up actress while reading this because it's overwhelmingly spicy and filled with tension i had to provide comedic relief for myself
âż untittled req response by @mandarinmoons âł no because i saw my reblog post of this and i immediately snorted and then laughed some more after rereading it. pipe cleaner will never not be funny to me
âż poison me, i'm fine by @gghostwriter âł no because this one needs more attention ?????????????? i loved reading this so much i was so tempted to pull my heart out and ship it to pau, show how crumpled it was after reading
âż my best colors for your portrait & my face in every place by @none-of-your-bullshit âł i wasn't lying when i said august is for angst and i immediately gobbled this up after seeing it. the way my chest was so tight but also smiling because the writing style is amazing got me looking like a lunatic
âż cute, outraged genius by @lavenderspence âł tina got me laughing like a gremlin. it's so adorable she made me fall in love with spencer all over again
âż another untitled req response by @mandarinmoons âł sorry, sweethearts, ket just couldn't be bothered with titles lmao. secret lover reader is my favorite lover, sooooo you all will enjoy this cutie patootie creation
âż one single thread of gold by @gghostwriter âł you'll overdose of sweetness. it's so adorable and a great way to feel giggly about spencer reid.
âż for the fear of falling apart | part one by @pathologicalreid âł i haven't read the rest of the parts but mhmmm this was DELISH. well-written creation that made me show emotions while reading at work. my coworkers asked me my my eyes were so wide and i think that says a lot at how great this is
âż second to none by @raekensluver âł ooooo this one got my blood boiling in a good way
âż untitled work by @sincerelybubbles âł adorable stuff make me melt especially when it's a spencer one
â ⊠â ⊠⊠â ⊠⊠âŠ
Aaron Hotchner
⊠darling, in any life series by @hotchfiles Ⳡat this point are we even surprise im including yet another series form lari here ? anywayyy, i love me some old flame trope
⊠picket fence dream by @hotchfiles Ⳡthis is a new part from the choiceless hope series and i gobbled it up. i was screaming when i read this
⊠tells by @ssahotchnerr Ⳡfirst thing i read in the morning, and i sobbed from the overwhelming sweetness
⊠silver by @solardrop Ⳡokay but this was so adorable ??? plus im def one of those gals who tried to throw herself on him, maybe even catapult myself
⊠sympathy for the devil by @hotchfiles Ⳡnosebleed. spice level is not as high as i make it seem but the writing really got me sweating. just read it, you'll understand what i mean
⊠spending time with you by @lavenderspence Ⳡno because TINA CALLED ME OUT WITHOUT CALLING ME OUT. i was slightly offended. the gasp i gasped was so loud asdkfnkg. but it is adorable, go read it pls pls
⊠doctor, love by @none-of-your-bullshit Ⳡi love when reader slaps the character with some reality like a seasoned raw steak.
sorry, not sorry if this post is filled with lari. I reread her works religiously, so here are my favorites from hers truly:
⊠help me hold onto you Ⳡoh, this is like crack for me, and i always come crawling back no matter how hard i try to stay sober
⊠half asleep takin' chances Ⳡstill waiting for future aaron somewhere out there
⊠choices Ⳡgonna be honest with everyone this one makes me wanna deck aaron hotchner and then deck reader for folding so easily and also deck myself because im no better than reader
⊠quis ut deus? & daniel 12:1 Ⳡmy fave series from lari and i will never not reread them over and over and over and over again because i love it so much idk what's the appeal on me but i love it and i want this framed and buried with me even if it's unfinished
I haven't had a lot of time to visit the good ole "for you" feed in a while, so I apologize for missing all the amazing work every writer has put out this month. I will make it up to you, I promise! And if you'd like, you can send me works or mention me so I can read certain creations that you deem noteworthy for the next rec fic month!
love lots, ker x
#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#criminalminds#ssa spencer reid#cm#dr spencer reid#doctor spencer reid#spencer reid criminal minds#spencer reid angst#spencer reid blurb#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid series#spencer reid smut#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#aaron hotchner fic#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotch fic#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch x you#aaron hotchner smut#aaron hotchner fluff#ssa aaron hotchner#agent aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner criminal minds#aaron hotch hotchner
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ex's or not? cs55
summary: y/n and carlos once were the it couple, how are their lives after the breakup? did everyone move on?
warnings: writing this i was sick, i was done and i was ready to delete so enjoyy
i also was supposed to write part 2 to i'll be waiting but oh well...
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y/njazzy Prague you've been great, next up my beloved Vienna đ
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y/nstan mother is GLOWING
lilymunihe music to my ears (literally) đ«¶đ«¶
y/njazzy i'm blushing đ đ
alexandrasaintmleux i haven't heard you play for agesss, see you in Vienna ig
y/njazzy and whose fault it is?? clearly not mine missy
alexandrasaintmleux oh look at the time, i have to go !!!
chillis the post breakup glow up is reaaal
loverofy/n can we expect some album soon queen?
charlesleclerc exactly @/y/njazzy, care to share with the class???
y/njazzy i will not confirm nor deny
y/njazzy and lord perceval do not push my limits. besides, if you would honour me with your presence, you would know. the choice is yours
charlesleclerc no comment.
user1 she calls him the way that carlos does...
jazzychill she looks so hot in red đ„
chillistan don't you find it weird that after all charles is in her comments?
y/nfan through all the years y/n was with carlos, she formed a friendship with charles (especially with carlos in ferrari) and other people from the paddock, so it's nothing weird
jazzlover besides, alex and y/n are besties, no?
y/nlos do you remember how carlos would always melt when y/n wear red??? because i do.
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soylago ON MY KNEEEES
charlosfan what do they feed our drivers, he and charles are soooo hot
chillis the second photo, two plates, carlos sainz is that a date?
landonorris and where are pics from our little golf tournament đ€đ€đ€ oh, maybe they aren't here because YOU LOST AHAHAHAHHA
carlossainz55 cabron we all know you cheated.
landonorris what a sore loser we have here
charlesleclerc do you remember when we played uno once?
maxverstappen i wonder why you played uno only once
charlesleclerc lando almost lost an eye
landonorris I ALMOST DIED, HE TRIED TO KILL ME
carlossainz55 do NOT listen to them, those situations did not happen
carlossteponme Y/N LIKED???!!
y/nfan they actually still like eachothers posts, i believe they said something about mutual breakup and that there's no hard feelings between them
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y/njazzy new project coming up đ
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landonorris tell me who he is.
y/njazzy noâ€ïž
landonorris and why exactly ???
y/njazzy i'll tell you, you'll tell oscar, oscar will tell logan, logan alex, and then magically the whole grid will know
landonorris you won't even tell your best friend?
y/njazzy you're talking about yourself or ?
landonorris PARDON #exbesties #friendshipover #offended
y/njazzy WAR IS OVEEEER
landonorris bye.
lilymunihe A MAN? A MAN? A MA-A-A-AN
lilymunihe girlies to the gc riGHT IN THIS MOMENT
lilymunihe avengers ASSEMBLE @/alexandrasaintmleux @/carmenmundt
carmenmundt i think we've missed a chapter here...
y/njazzy alex didn't.
carmenmundt excuse me !
lilymunihe SHE DID WHAT
alexandrasaintmleux tf y/n? i thought i meant something to you?
y/njazzy if i'm going down i'm taking everybody with me đđđ
alexandrasaintmleux DO NOT QUOTE CHANDLER RN
user1 carlosy/nnation how are we feeling
user2 we don't.
user5 i have an idea...
user3 don't. don't give me hope
user7 fuck the guy NEW PROJECT IN THE MAKING ??? NEW MUSIC ???
user9 do i sense some movie soundtrack
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user2 can you imagine
user5 Y/N LIKED !!!!!
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carlossainz55 getaway with mi amor
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charlesleclerc i pay my respects to her
carlossainz55 Âżdisculpe?
charlesleclerc for putting up with you đ
user carlos sainz jr i was NOT familiar
user1 which one of you bastards stole my man
reyesvdec â€ïž
user2 APPROVED BY MAMA SAINZ
user6 i miss her and y/n together in the paddock
user5 that's y/n. mark my words
user1 i truly aspire to be as delusional as you
y/njazzy she's a lucky girl
carlossainz55 im a lucky boy*
user8 y/n's comment? im dead
user3 carlos' response?????? i am crying, the boy really is in love
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user8 our girl is in loooove đ„č
alexandrasaintmleux match made in heaven
carmenmundt you compliment eachother so well đ«¶
landonorris you two are disgusting
y/njazzy jealousy, jealousy
user5 the luckiest girl???? i wonder why... maybe because she has carlos sainz
user ring ring, that's the mental ward calling for you
lilymunihe i'm heartbroken, how could you leave me
alex_albon execuse me? i'm right here??
y/njazzy lily it's just an act, let's run away together
lilymunihe i am ready to go
alex_albon HEY ITS NOT FAIR
alex_albon he can't even stand up for himself
carlosssainz55 he can
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carlossainz55 mi amor, you're the closest to heaven that I have ever been. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I promise to cherish you forever. I am so incredibly grateful for you and everything you do. I want to thank you for being there for me, even after we broke up. there is no one else on this earth taht i would spend my life with. you are my person, and I am yours.
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georgerussell mate leave something for us
alex_albon what I am supposed to do rn, lily won't let me in to our apartment
charlesleclerc gentelmen we are so finished
landonorris die lol đ
oscarpiastri yk that they can see you crying, right?
y/njazzy my one and only â€ïž
user can somebody check on user5
user5 I KNEW I WAS NOT CRAZY
user5 PARENTS ARE REALLY BACK TOGETHER
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y/njazzy the only ex i would ever come back to đđđ
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alexandrasaintmleux finally the ferrari girls are reunited
y/njazzy not for too long
alexandrasaintmleux foul
charlesleclerc too soon y/n, too soon
maxverstappen i won't even ask about the last pic
carlossainz55 the less you know the better you sleep
landonorris i cannot belive this is happening
y/njazzy sucks to suck ig
carlossainz55 only ex i couldn't move on from đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
y/njazzy you flatter me
user1 the difference in the capitions pls âïž
#carlos sainz x reader#f1 social media au#f1 instagram au#carlos sainz fluff#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz smau#f1 smau#carlos sainz imagine#f1 imagine#formula one x reader
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better off (part one)
pairing rafe cameron x female reader
rating explicit 18+
summary your split with rafe left its mark. when you feel like youâre finally getting over him, he pulls you back in. you decide that break-up sex is the best way to say goodbye once and for all.
warnings substance use, smut, toxic relationship
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You have to remind yourself of his temper. Of his need for control. Of how fucking mean he can be.
Because when youâre at a party in a beach house on the north side of the island and your phone flashes with a text from Rafe, your drunken instinct is to reply to him.
Itâs been a month since your last explosive fight. That argument in his car was the final nail in the coffin, the wake-up call that whatever you were trying to put back together was unsalvageable.
It ended abruptly. Your mind has replayed your last screamed words over and over again. This isnât working, you shouted, your throat burning. Fuck it then, he shouted louder.
And you got out of his car and havenât spoken since.
Despite its end, itâs not like your six-month relationship was all bad. Between great dates and even greater sex, you two had formed a real friendship. Because of those good times, youâve been holed up in your bedroom since, grieving, crying your eyes out.
But when it was bad, it was toxic. You yelled at each other. Called each other names. Played mind games.
The worst was that you were both fuelled by spite when you were angry. He purposely hit you where it hurt, validating your insecurities just to crush you.
Although you exchanged some vile words, you think youâll always regret when you told him heâs just like his father. His face fell. He went quiet. Youâd never seen someoneâs eyes lose their light quite like that.
Your eyes travel over Rafeâs text. You at Decâs?
Your mutual friend Declan is the host of the ridiculously loud party youâre standing in the middle of. This is the first time since the break-up that youâve felt okay enough to go out. And your stomach turns with anticipation that Rafe is somewhere here in the crowd.
At first, you wanted to text back that you are. But as your mind flashes through everything he did to you, every time he called you sensitive like it was ridiculous of you to be hurt by his mistreatment, making you feel crazy, you angrily respond: why tf do you care??
Your phone buzzes within a few seconds with his message. Lol calm down
Itâs downright incredible how quickly he can piss you off. With that text alone, your blood is boiling.
Calm down. Itâs what he always said whenever you brought up a valid reason you were upset. You would be completely collected, but heâd still tell you to calm down. He wanted to frustrate you.
You reply: fuck you. And you want to find him simply to chew him out.
You tell your friends youâll be right back. You leave before they can ask where youâre going. After all the venting you did about Rafe, about what a toxic asshole he is, you know theyâd give you shit for seeking him out.
Rafeâs heart is racing. From the coke, from the booze, from the way that missing you is still such a heavy fucking weight on his chest that isnât going away.
Itâs been weeks and heâs still pissed off about it. Life feels unliveable. When the argument started, he thought it was just going to be another bad night. You had threatened breaking up with each other a million times before. But this time, it was real.
And every time his phone vibrates, he hopes itâs you. He looks at your photos in his camera roll, wallowing in the hole you left in his life. He still has videos of you two fucking and he watches them late at night, touching himself and letting himself pretend youâre still together.
He even puts extra care into getting ready every time he comes to these parties so youâll think he looks good if you run into him. But you havenât been going out. At least, not that heâs seen, and he purposely searches every crowd for you.
So, when he saw you in the distance tonight, a sight heâs been dying to see, his heart stopped. And he texted you, pretending he didnât already know you were here, because itâd be too much of a hit to his pride if he approached you and you brushed him off.
Good thing. Because your response told him what he needs to know.
When you find Rafe in the crowd, heâs knocking back whatâs left of a beer. He had told you he was hoping to slow down on the booze back when you were together, but he continued to get shit-faced at every party.
He would disappoint you time and time again, and even now, as your ex-boyfriend, he still manages to do it.
You cross your arms as you approach him. One of his friends notices you, slapping Rafeâs arm to get his attention.
At that moment, you wonder what he told his buddies about you. Probably that you were a crazy bitch. He certainly didnât have any problem calling you that to your face.
Rafe looks at his friend in confusion. Then, his blue eyes land on you. The same eyes that used to slowly flutter open after you kissed him, as if he was waking up from a good dream. The same eyes that pierced into you when he screamed at you.
âSo much for cutting back,â you shout over the music.
Rafe swallows the bitter alcohol and the shock of your sudden presence. He was certain you wouldnât talk to him tonight.
And of course you look stunning, like an angel that came down from heaven deciding it was worth the sin to torture him.
âWhy the fuck do you care?â Heâs wearing a self-assured smirk, purposely saying exactly what you said in your text just a few minutes ago.
You roll your eyes, remembering why you came over here in the first place.
âCan I not come to a party without you annoying me?â you mutter.
âYouâre the one who came to find me.â
âBecause you texted me.â
âSo, youâre here to tell me not to text you? What happened to blocking me?â
This is exactly what it was like dating him. Infuriating, petty arguments that only go in circles.
âYou didnât this time, huh?â he adds just to embarrass you.
You had him blocked so many times before, but after the break-up, you just couldnât do it. Because you had hope heâd reach out. And now heâs making you feel like an idiot for it.
It feels like heâs winning this argument. You shouldnât care. But you do.
One of the things he said the night of your break-up was that no other guy would deal with your bullshit. So, you decide to lie just to hurt him back.
âI have someone else dealing with my bullshit now,â you say. âBlocking some asshole isnât a priority.â
Your words have an effect on him. You can tell from the way his jaw tightens. You sink into this feeling all over again, the sick familiarity of playing mind games with him.
Rafe feels his chest twist with anger. Is that where youâve been lately? Not showing up to parties because youâre with someone else?
He steps closer, ducking his head so that only you can hear his words. His familiar cologne washes over you.
You realize heâs wearing a button-up you bought him and you wonder if he doesnât remember it was a gift from you, or he does and he doesnât care to place any sort of sentimental value on it.
âSince when?â he asks.
âSince when what, Rafe?â you say his name with a sharp coldness.
âSince when have you been with someone else?â
You decide to provoke him and let the lie build.
âA while.â
Rafeâs lips thin. He takes your hand and you should pull away, you should want to, but you let him lead you through the crowd into a dark, quieter hallway.
Youâre soon against a wall, looking up at him, his eyes darting across your face as the softened music reverberates through the air.
âWhatâs a while?â he says. âDid it start when we were together?â
You sigh and glance away.
âDonât look away from me,â he orders. âAnswer the fucking question.â
âFor the millionth goddamn time, I am not a cheater,â you say. He used to accuse you of unfaithfulness all the time. You meet his angry gaze. âI met him after.â
âWho is he?â
âYou donât know him.â
Rafe plants his hand on the wall next to your head, leaning over, his intensity burning through you.
âI know everybody,â he mutters.
âWhat, âcause youâre so popular?â you scoff.
âYouâre lying,â he says. He hopes.
âSure, whatever, Iâm lying,â you reply indifferently with a shrug. âBelieve what you want. Iâm going now.â
You start to turn, but he boxes you in, his other hand firm on the wall. You knew heâd stop you. Itâs why you pretended to leave.
You look up at him through your lashes. His pupils are blown. Your entire body is buzzing.
You miss him. Of course you do. As toxic as you were, as many times as you told yourself this relationship was unhealthy, you miss him.
âWho is he?â he rasps.
âWhy?â you say through gritted teeth. âYou want to ruin another thing for me?â
âWhat the fuck have I ruined for you?â
âI lost friends because of you,â you say.
A smile of disbelief grows on Rafeâs face.
He always loved you more. He knows that. And you accused him of isolating you from your friends when all he wanted to do was spend time with you.
Itâs not his fault you donât know how a relationship works. You should want to be with your boyfriend more than your friends. Especially when those friends try to get it in your head that your boyfriend doesnât deserve you. That youâre too good for him.
What guy wouldnât want his girl to stop hanging out with friends who just shit-talk him?
âThose werenât friends,â he says. âWhat kind of friends want to fuck up your relationship?â
âIt was already fucked up,â you respond. âThey just helped me see it. But I still cut them off. For you. For nothing.â
Rafe blinks a few times before parting his lips to speak again. Nothing. Thatâs what he is to you?
His chest aches. He wants to return the favor. He wants to hurt you back.
âYouâre so fucking weak,â he says, tapping your temple. You slap him away. âYouâll believe anything.â
Itâs a slam to your heart.
âThereâs something wrong with you,â you say. âAnyone who can tolerate you for as long as I did is the farthest thing from weak.â
You managed to hit him back just as hard. The way he pauses is a clear sign of it.
âThatâs all it was, huh? Tolerating me?â he mutters.
You nod, your breath unsteady.
âWas it tolerating me when I bought you every single fucking thing you wanted?â
âI never asked you to do any of that,â you counter. Your voice has lost its edge. The reminder of how he used to spoil you with gifts and spa days and getaways has cracked your armor a little bit.
âYou loved it, though, didnât you?â he scoffs, shaking his head. âAnd you loved thanking me for it.â
Your skin pricks with the reminder. The way your lips pressed against his, limbs tangled together in his bed, kissing and fucking and breathing out dirty praise.
Heâs thinking of it, too. You can tell because when he brushes up against you, heâs hard. It makes your body go even hotter.
Rafeâs been wondering what you did with all the gifts he got you. His eyes sweep over your body, half-hoping heâll see a piece of jewelry he bought. But he comes up empty.
He fucking loved it, the way your eyes lit up whenever he got you a gift for no reason. But right now, your eyes are full of hatred.
You still havenât said anything. Your chest is rising and falling quickly. He struck a chord and heâs going to keep pulling the string.
âGave you that princess treatment shit, didnât I?â he murmurs.
You bite the inside of your cheek. You said that whenever he bought you anything or did something sweet. It had become a joke between you two. Itâs almost unbelievable that the man towering over you right now is capable of doing anything sweet.
âWhat, you canât talk now?â Rafe taunts in his typical frustrating way.
âI hate you,â you mutter.
âYeah?â he laughs. âYou said the opposite the last time I saw you.â
You tense up. Itâs true. Albeit angrily, you had said you loved him after he accused you of not giving a shit about him during your last argument.
He didnât say it back. He hardly ever did. He used his body and his credit card to show you his love. It was always a dark cloud that hung over you, the way he couldnât just say those three words nearly as much as you did.
Even now, he canât even say the word. He said the opposite. Because heâs so damn emotionally stunted.
You try to regain whatever power you have left.
âThings change,â you respond. âAnd Iâm better off now.â
Rafe leans closer, eyebrows just slightly raising as he stares at you.
His heart is pounding. His legs are weak. Heâs panicked that youâll reject him, but he canât control the pull you have on him. The fact that youâre walking around and existing and not being with him is agony.
He feigns confidence, his nose gently nudging against yours, his lips less than an inch away now.
âCan he fuck you as good as I can?â he asks. Your core aches with a hard craving for him.
âI just said Iâm better off, didnât I?â you reply.
Rafeâs stomach curls in pain. The thought of another man tasting you, hearing you moan, being inside of you⊠It actually fucking hurts. Youâre his. Youâre not supposed to be anybody elseâs.
âYou need a reminder,â he says tersely, âof how good I make you feel.â
Your breath catches. Youâd be stupid to do this. You just bring out the worst in each other. Having sex will undo all the healing youâve done.
But, because of this sick effect he has on you, you listen to the voice telling you that one last time will be a proper goodbye.
âYouâre wasted,â you say. You already felt his hard-on brush against you, but challenging him is too addictive not to do it. âYou sure you can even get it up?â
Instead of being pissed off, Rafe does the most attractive thing he possibly can. And itâs infuriating. He smirks, grinding up against you, his hard lust pressed right between your legs.
âWhen have I ever had a problem with that?â he murmurs.
And finally, finally, he leans forward, pressing his warm lips on yours, and tasting him is like coming home after a trip you never wanted to go on.
You sink into his touch, letting yourself enjoy this temporary high, letting yourself give into the impulse to drag your hands up his hard torso, palms running over the expensive fabric you bought for him.
You tightly cup the sides of his neck. He pushes you by your waist, up against the wall so hard that your back tinges in pain.
This is what this will be. A hard, angry, rough goodbye. One last struggle for power.
You push him off, your lips parting with a smack.
âFind a room,â you order him.
His grip on your wrist is tight as he takes you to a guest room near the back of the house. He shuts the door and pushes you down onto the bed, chest heaving as he looks at you on your back, propped up on your elbows, watching him as he undoes his belt.
You gaze up at him as he breathes heavily, unzipping his pants and letting the buckle fall to the floor with a thud. He palms himself over his boxers, shaking his head at you.
âYou canât take your own damn clothes off?â he mutters.
The fire in you blazes hotter when he leans over you, pulling the button of your jeans out of the loop, zipping down, roughly tugging the waistband down your legs.
Part of the reason you waited for him to do it is because youâre so struck by the way he looks, angry and horny and handsome. But mostly, itâs because if he undresses you, itâs proof of how badly he wants this, how badly he wants you, and you miss that feeling.
Rafe is light-headed simply at the sight of your bare thighs. How can you make him feel like this and not be in his life anymore, just like that?
Once your pants are off, you tug him down to you by his hips, using all your strength to pull yourself up over him.
Rafe could easily withstand you, but he doesnât want to. This was the best part of your relationship. The battle for control. Itâs always been intoxicating.
Heâs on his back while youâre propped up on your knees, straddling him, looking down at him, at the way your fingers look splayed on his chest.
He dreamed about seeing you on top of him again. His ex-girlfriend, the only person whoâs just as fucked up as he is, the only one who challenges him in such an infuriatingly perfect way. Now, youâre just another person whoâs given up on him.
âI know you missed this,â he says with a craven refusal to admit that he missed it himself.
âFeels like you missed it more.â You grind against him, but your middle is hot and wet, and youâre sure he can feel it.
You tug at his shirt, undoing buttons but eventually getting impatient enough to rip apart the last two that remain.
Rafe expels a pissed off tsk. This is his favorite thing you gave him. Itâs typical, your recklessness, your refusal to care about the consequences heâs left to live with.
Some of his anger dissipates when you bend to kiss him, your tongue running over his. He grips your ass, fingers dipping under your panties as your kisses grow in roughness, starting to nip at each otherâs lips, rushed and hungry.
You pull at the sleeves of his shirt, tugging so heâs left in his boxers only. He pushes your shirt up as you remain bent over him, squeezing your tits over your bra. You hate to give him the satisfaction of your moan, so you keep it in, scrambling to take your shirt off.
His fingers move expertly as he unhooks your bra just like he always did before. You hate that your mind jumps to wondering if heâs taken off any other girlâs clothing lately.
You lied about having a new boyfriend. You know heâs not above lying, either. You wouldnât dare ask if heâs done this since your break-up. Because itâll show you care. And because his answer, lie or not, could destroy you.
Your bra is thrown onto the floor and rough hands dip to the backs of your thighs, pushing you so that your chest is right over his face, giving him a chance to put his mouth on you as you hover over him on your hands and knees.
His tongue is hot over your nipple and this time, you canât stifle your moan. He smirks against you, locking his lips around the peak of your breast, kneading the other, just hard enough to hurt in a good way.
Youâre so mad at him for ruining things between you. Itâs unfair that someone who knows your body and soul so well is so fucking cruel.
You want to drown your anger in him, in the pleasure you know he can give you. You sit up to take off your panties and shift higher this time so that your knees are pressed against his ears.
You lower and the second you feel his mouth between your legs, you shudder. Itâs even better than you remembered.
Rafe looks up at the perfect sight of you sitting over him, eating you out with fast, desperate licks and sucks, tasting you, savoring you.
Your thighs start to lose their strength and you sink slightly, putting more of your weight on his chin, and the groan that escapes from his mouth onto your clit makes you lose all composure.
His hands keep your thighs pinned so you follow his lead, fully sitting on him now, grinding against his mouth. Your fingers lace in his hair, pulling at the roots, every writhe of yours getting harder.
This is a fucking dream come true to him. Youâve done this before, but youâve never been this rough. You were always afraid to hurt him even during angry sex. This is different.
You roll your hips and the sensation of his nose bumping against your clit sends sparks of pleasure throughout your body. Youâre soaked from your own arousal and his spit, sliding over his mouth.
Itâs impossible to hold back your moans now. You let the groans of how good you feel spill out of your throat, mixed with the sounds of his mouth on you and the music blasting from the front of the house.
Rafeâs fingers dig into your thighs, his tongue flattened for you so you can get the pleasure you need. You look down, meeting his eyes while you ride his face, the tension and lust and frustration you share thick in the air.
You slow down, arching your back so heâll work your clit how you want him to. You donât even need to tell him. He knows you so damn well, his lips locking around the most sensitive part of your body, sucking and slurping so hard that you start to tremble.
âJust like that,â you whimper. His jaw was starting to get sore, but your praise spurs him to keep going. You adjust your grip on his hair, throwing your head back as his suction grows even harder.
Your thighs press against his cheeks as you start to dissolve into your orgasm. Rafeâs not letting that happen. Youâre not getting yours until he gets his.
He pushes your hips up and a frustrated whine tumbles from your mouth. Heâs so hard it hurts, roughly guiding you onto your back, the mattress bouncing with how hard he throws you down.
Rafe stares at you with hard eyes as he pulls off his boxers, his cock springing out, holding himself at his base as he guides himself against your entrance.
His exhale is short and sharp as he plunges into you. It feels so damn right to have him inside you, on top of you. The way he sounds, the way he smells. Itâs just right.
âYou like that?â he mutters, thrusting hard with no build-up to his fast pace.
âYeah,â you whisper. He revels in the feeling of your heat wrapped around him. Inside you is his favorite place to be. Thatâs never changed.
âWhereâs that attitude now, huh?â
âI donât have an attitude,â you argue breathily, your body jolting with his thrashes.
âNot when Iâm eating you out,â he says. âNot when Iâm fucking you.â
âI donât have an attitude,â you repeat.
He grips your jaw aggressively, fucking you in a frenzy, fingers squeezing your cheeks so hard that your lips jut out into a pout.
âYes, you fucking do,â Rafe says, panting. âYou think youâre so fucking perfect, donât you?â
âIâm better than you,â you reply.
âYouâre insufferable,â he murmurs. âFucking insufferable.â
The pressure of him thrusting into you, the way heâs holding you and breathing and groaning, pushes you into a mind-blowing orgasm, your entire body tensing.
Youâre in a daze, knowing heâs close by the way his movements are starting to grow sloppier.
âThen why were you with me?â The words are out of your mouth before you can even think about if you should say them.
Rafeâs wet mouth is on yours, tasting like himself and like you, a combination of two people who never should have met. Youâre sure that youâd both be better off.
He comes hard, going still on top of you, groaning against your lips. Once he pulls back, his breaths hot on your neck, he finally answers, echoing what youâve said to him so many times. But this time, youâre the victim of the insult.
âBecause thereâs something wrong with me,â he says.
Your throat thickens with tears. Itâs the truth. And the truth is painful.
âGet the fuck off of me,â you mutter, pushing him off. You promise yourself that tonight is the last time that youâll ever feel him on top of you, feel him pulling out of you.
You canât get your clothes on fast enough. Even though this is an old flame, it has the same amount of power to scald you.
âThought you werenât a cheater,â he grumbles behind you as you slide on your panties.
âThis was a mistake,â you say. âAnd itâs the last time Iâm making it.â
Your words sting. He thought this was make-up sex. That you had a little bit more fight in you for him, and then youâd walk out of this room on his arm. But you really are done.
You pull on your bra next, fingers trembling, knowing youâll regret it if he hears you cry. You put your shirt on as he remains lying behind you, surely relaxed now that he got what he wanted.
You stand to pull up your jeans, finally meeting his eyes again.
âWhy did you even text me?â you mutter. You loathe that a tiny part of you hopes he says itâs because he misses you.
But youâre glad he doesnât. Because you two just start each otherâs fires and douse them in gasoline, burning each other over and over. He simply says, âI wanted to fuck and I knew youâd let me.â
Rafe said it just to hurt you because you called this a mistake. The way you look down as you pretend to focus on buttoning your jeans tells him it worked.
âDonât text me again,â you say. âDonât call me. Donât contact me at all.â
âYou scared your new boyfriendâs gonna see?â he says, pretending to be unaffected, pushing past the hurt.
You cross the room and look at him one last time as you turn the door handle. You decide to say the most honest thing youâve said to him tonight.
âIâm scared Iâll fall for your bullshit again,â you admit. âWeâre bad for each other. If thereâs any part of you that has a heart, youâll realize that and youâll leave me alone.â
For once, Rafe is rendered speechless. He gave you his whole damn heart and for you to insinuate he might not even have one is the last dig he needs to shatter him.
Just like the night this ended in his car, you leave. But you mean it this time.
Because something that was actually meant to be would not hurt this much.
(part two)
inspired by this ask and this ask by @diorjadore
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#I need to. APPRECIATION POST FOR MY BFF#who I love very much#and doesnât have tumblr so Iâll gush here lol#I think the root of a lot of my problems with former friends boils down to them not having similar lived experiences as me#no idpol but tbh it does not lend them to having as much of a potential to really empathize with me and understand my individual struggles#to be quite frank it REALLY boils down to white friends with their white fragility and virtue signaling#who just cannot be bothered to do something with their privilege when the time comes for them to make a choice that impacts the rest of us#because suddenly they donât want to rock the boat or get involved in an argument or ohhh itâs just so complicated and confusing :///#where did your punch a nazi energy go? all of your posturing and self proclaimactions of allyship were ultimately bullshit get over yourself#okay enough venting letâs get to the point: it is so refreshing beyond words to have another Indigiqueer who you can trust#and who can intimately fathom all of this frustration I have had to deal withâŠ#I have always gotten on well with other first gen immigrants but that does not mean we have the same experiences beyond a surface level#weâre both autistic similar interests similar politics even similar experiences with wrestling historical/colonial identity#bff is even vegan and we always talk about cooking our precolonial dishes for one another since they are usually plant based :D#mutual and intense hatred of spain and france as colonial powers is cathartic too and idk just so interesting to see how it has left a mark#on both of our cultures in very similar ways despite being otherwise pretty different and an entire ocean away⊠sad that many things we have#in common are results of having the same colonizers⊠okay I said I wouldnât VENT DAMN!!! anyway I feel understood completely#and itâs super AWESOME and we spend lots of time together every day and broo healthy communication and boundaries for once in my life!!!!#former friends could never holy shit⊠we can trust each other with anything and itâs so great and conversation is effortless stress free#bff feels the same way and tells me all the time it makes me so :D!!! also my bff is super smart and Iâm always learning new things#I think I always missed out on the best friend experience bro letâs not even get into the first and only one prior⊠but THIS. yep this is it#the fact that we both already agreed on so many things and shared so many interests upon the first few conversations was unbelievable lucky#divine intervention or something because I never go out of my way to make friends and poof. new friend starts talking to me out of nowhere#I love my best friend!!! sorry if youâre a yt who truly puts in the effort but the bar has been drastically raised#Iâm no longer settling for mediocre white people who look to me for validation get your ass out of here for REAL Iâm SICK of yâall đđđđđ#genuinely fuck you get out of my sight I do not have the patience any longer! btw any of my current white friends reading this ur cool dw đ#if you werenât cool youâd be gone long before this dissertation lolâŠ#feeling so honored and thankful every day :) really really happy :D I hope everyone like me feeling isolated and alone right now finds#someone like this! mind blowing how I stayed sane in the past having been surrounded by unsavory characters sheeshâŠ#ven talks
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⥠Letâs Fuck Her Up âĄ
Thereâs nothing wrong with an innocent game of truth or dare among roommatesâŠunless theyâre two guys who seem to have massive crushes on you and each other.
Vessel x IV x F!Reader
Smut, M/M/F threesome, Bi!Token, praise, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, finger sucking, some spanking, reader is yanked around like a fleshlight, p in v (pretend we talked about birth control prior), and they were roommates
A/N: a âš beloved mutual âš once said âhey what about a truth or dare ficâ and then I was struck by lightning in Best Buy with this idea. Also I took to just naming them Ves and Ivy in this for my mental health.
Youâre laying on the couch. Mindlessly scrolling. Completely zoned out from whatever Ves and Ivy are talking about. 20 minutes ago it was all âyeah letâs go out oi oiâ and all that but no one had any good ideas. Well. You did! But of course, the âboys clubâ always overruled you. You knew there were risks involved rooming with two guy best friendsâeither they treated you like a helpless little girl that needed defending and items retrieved from high spots or like you were the neighborhood girl their respective parents had guilted them into inviting. Suddenly, you hear your name and a snap.
âWhat?! Jesus.â You say rolling your eyes as Ivy tries to get your attention.
âI asked you somethingâŠâ
âSheâs checked out, man,â Ves says chuckling.
âYeah yeah, fine. Iâll ask again. Truth or dare?â Ivy asks with his elbows on his knees as he leans forward on the loveseat across from you. Ves shakes his head and stifles a laugh, whispering âyou wankerâ in reference to Ivyâs mischievous grin.
You snort and decide to play along just to prove how stupid of an idea this is. How old are we?
âFine. Truth.â
Ivy taps his chin as if he doesnât already have a question in mind. âWhich of us is the best looking?â
âMe. Easy.â You say straightfaced. Itâs incredibly satisfying to watch Ivyâs shit-eating grin melt into a scowl. Ves pats him on the back as if to say âthere there big guy.â
âWellâŠokâŠbutâŠâ Ivy sputters.
âYou actually disagree with her, Ivy?â
âWhat? No, I mean, come onâŠapplesâŠapples and oranges mate.â
âSo whyâd you ask her? Thatâs literally the same question you asked her.â Ves asks with an exasperated laugh, flailing his arm a bit.
Youâre watching them banter and the same suspicion creeps up in the back of your mind. Thereâs something more there. Maybe. The way they look at each other. The little nudges. Thatâs not just chemistryâŠthatâs not justâŠbeing playful.
âBoys boys boys,â you interrupt. They both look at you. âVesâŠtruth or dare?â
The taller man blushes a little. Maybe he didnât actually want to play this game and thought Ivy was being a prick. Maybe he just couldnât believe you were playing along. He shrugs, trying to look nonchalant. âDare.â
You catch Ivyâs eye and realize youâre both chuckling at Vesâs willingness to take on a dare. A tiny moment. Another one of those times where you think, âis this something?â
âAlrightâŠI dare you tooooooâŠhmmâŠread us your most recent sexts.â You laugh but the boys donât. You expected Vesâs reactionârolling his eyes and rubbing his templesâbut you didnât expect Ivyâs blush. Or him fidgeting a little. âUhmâŠâ
Ves shrugs. âI donât sext.â
âOh. WellâŠâ
He snorts. âIâm fucking with you.â He fishes his phone out of his pocket as Ivy watches him with great interest. What is this? There has to be something going on. He unlocks his phone and scrolls a bit. âOkâŠit saysâŠâ he scrolls some
more, âit says âyou should have your lips around me instead.â And with that he locks the phone and puts it back in his pocket. He looks over at Ivy as if heâs sizing him up. You feel like you shouldnât be here.
âTruth or Dare, Ive?â
Ivy rolls his eyes as if the game he decided they should play is the stupidest thing ever. âTruth, I guess.â
Ves responds immediately. âTell her what you said about the last guy she brought over.â
Oop. Ivyâs eyebrows furrow, and you feel your stomach drop a bit. The last guy you had over was pretty sweet but didnât seem quick to move forward. You still talk to him and go out sometime.
Ivy pinches the bridge of his nose and answers. He knows he needs to be a good sport for his own game.
âI said he was a loser.â
âAnd?â
Ivy groans. âAnd a simp.â
âWhatâs wrong with being a simp?â You ask with play seriousness.
âYou need someone who doesnât have to be pathetic to get your attention. Not some lost idiot.â
You laugh with a scoff. âTakes one to know one?â
Ivy throws a small pillow in your general direction and you toss it back when it falls near you. He dodges it and grabs the pillow Ves had been holding. Heâs ready to start a pillow fight as you shriek and giggle as he comes toward you when Ves says âalright alright, Ivy itâs your turn.â Ivy lands a soft thump of the pillow against your side before sitting by Ves again.
âFine. Sour puss. Alright princess, truth or dare?â
Your cheeks are still warm from the silliness and adrenaline. You gather your nerves andâŠ
âDare.â
Ivy nods and thinks for a second before looking back at Ves. Some unspoken boy conversation going on between them.
âLet us guess what color panties you have on. If neither of us can, you get bragging rights. If one of us guesses correctlyâŠyou have to prove it.â
Both men are looking at you like your word is law. Theyâre hanging on the edge on your every word. Waiting. Like good boys. Wait no stop that. You sigh and stand up, doing a little twirl. âAlright, do your worst.â
âBlackâ they both blurt out, straightfaced.
Fuck. You shouldnât be surprised but here you are scoffing and rolling your eyes. You loop your thumbs under your shorts and pull them down enough to let them see your black boyshorts. âCongrats on guessing one of the most common underwear colors. Alright. Ivy. Truth or dare?â
âBut itâs my turn!â Ves interjects.
âDare.â Ivy snaps back calmly. The tension is building.
âGive Ves a little kiss.â
Thereâs a lengthy, heavy pause. Ivy huffs out a little laugh. âIs that all youâve got?â
Ivy and Ves lean towards each other and you feel a pulse deep deep inside you. Ves crooks his finger under Ivyâs chin as their lips meet. Seconds feel like an eternity. Ivy cups Vesâs face and gently caresses the taller manâs cheekbone with his thump. Your breath catches in uncomfortable shock but your synapses are firing like crazy. Theyâve done this before. And itâs so hot. It is so clear just how into each other they are as one kiss ends and Ivy immediately initiates another. At one point Ves gently bites Ivyâs bottom lip, and Ivy chuckles as he pushes Ves back a little. Not out of disgustâŠbut more like ânot here, not now at leastâ
Ivy looks at you as he runs his fingers through his blonde hair and licks his lips. You barely register that youâve actually slipped off your shorts while watching your roommates make out. âYou cool doing a dare,â he asks, nodding up at you.
You nod wordlessly. Your breath is coming heavier.
âGood girl. I dare youâŠâ
He looks at Ves but his eyes are taking in every single inch of your body. Ivy lets out a dry chuckle and looks back to saying, âI dare you to sit in Vesâs lap.â
You look at Ves for some kind of reassurance or âgotchaâ reaction, but instead he beckons you forward and pats his lap. As if in a trance you walk towards him and shyly straddle his lap. His hands gently tug you by the hips.
âThere she isâŠâ Ves whispers as he looks up at you and moves your hair off your shoulders. Ivy scoots closer and puts his arm around Ves.
âLook at her on your thighsâŠâ Ivy says without breaking his gaze from your body.
âI know. Like an angel.â
âMm like a queen.â
âAhâŠyeahâŠa queen. On her throne. Arenât you?â
You know you look dumb right now because you feel dumb. âWha-âŠâ
They both giggle at your adorable confusion. Ivy starts toying with the strap of your tank top as Ves kneads your hips and love handles. Ves lets his head rest back on the couch as his hands go under your shirt.
âIs it ok if he does that, babesâ Ivy asks softly as he brushes your hair behind your ears before pulling down your tank strap.
You nod, ââŠyeah. IâŠI like it.â
âGood. I do, tooâ Ves says as he lifts your shirt a little. You instinctively suck in your stomach but both guys protest. Ivy caresses your tummy with his fingertips and hums happily. âSheâs too cute,â Ves says as he lets one of his hands drift up to cup your face. His thumb rubs over your lips, and your tongue pokes out to touch it. You taste his skin as his long thumb presses past your lips. You let out a small moan which elicits reverent coos and sighs from the guys.
âYou like how he tastes, princess?â Ivy asks as his hands smooth over your back and ass. He leans close to your ear⊠âyou should really try his cock. If you like his thumb that muchâŠâ he plants tiny kisses on your neck⊠âthen imagine how wet youâll get when youâre deep throating him.â
You moan and move your head to kiss Ivy. His plump lips press against you in the most delicious yet agonizingly tender way. Ves moans as he watches and circles your nipple under your tank with his thumbâŠstill wet from playing with your tongue. Ivy palms your other breast through your tank top as you grasp at his thick, delicious body. He moans gently and relishes in finallyâŠfinally kissing you. Youâve always thought he was sweet and gentle. Listening to you vent, ruffling your hair when youâre being silly or even when heâs proud. So kissing him was like coming home. A hug.
Vesâs free hand trails up Ivyâs chest and rests at his neck. You pull away reluctantly from your friendâs lipsâŠonly to lean down and kiss your other friend.
If kissing Ivy was tender and soft, kissing Ves was frantic and needy. Between the two of them, youâve felt the most sexual tension with Ves. You often end up spending a lot of alone time together. Just scrolling or watching something mindless. Itâs not that you donât talkâŠitâs comfortable silence. And glances. So many stolen glances. But now heâs holding your hips tight and pressing you against his toned body like you might disappear. Ivy groans softly as he watches you two, his lovers.
âSheâs sweet, isnât she, babe?â Ivy whispers to Ves as you feel your shirt being going over your head.
Ves pulls back from the kiss to get your shirt off and bites his lip as he ogles your chest. âLike fucking sugar,â he says breathlessly. He pulls you close and licks a long line up up your chest, making you moan with your head back. Ivy turns your face to him and nuzzles your nose with his as Ves starts kissing and sucking at your tits.
âIvyâŠmm..pleaseâŠâ you whimperâŠwilling him to touch you.
âUse your words, sugar,â Ves growls, âtell Ivy what you want. Youâll love itâŠheâll make you feel so good.â
Ivy chuckles as you tug at his hand. âTouch meâŠpleaseâŠI need youâŠâ you groan⊠âtake care of me.â
Both Ves and Ivy make cute satisfied little sounds as Ivyâs thick fingers slide under your boyshorts. You gasp as he finds your clit and blush with embarrassment at just how good it feels to have him touch you as Ves sucks your nipples. Your fingers tangle in Vesâs hair and your teeth clench as Ivy moves to trace your slit. You sit up a little to give him more room but the angle is weirdâŠand youâve never had two men pawing at you before. Youâve never been shared. The pad of Ivyâs middle finger playfully taps at your entrance. This whole time heâs been kissing and nipping at your neck but now he moves his lips to your ear.
âYouâre a needy girl, arenât you? You like doing this, hm? Being in the center of attention?â He whispers as he ghosts over your clit again. You whimper as he pulls his coated fingers from your folds. âFuck sheâs hot. VesâŠâ
Ves briefly looks up and quickly pulls away from your breast when Ivy offers him his finger. You watch as Ivy traces his finger around Vesâs lips before Ves takes the finger into his mouth. He takes a sharp breath and moans as he holds Ivyâs hand steady as your essence off him. God you want to just stare. Seeing the way Ves looks up with eager eyes and the way Ivy just lets him clean his fingers breaks your brain. You feel like a chained up bitch in heat. You want to play. You want to be your normal, slutty enthusiastic selfâŠto show them what you can doâŠhow you can make them feel. But you feel intimidated. Sensing your discomfort, Ves pulls you close. When he disengages from Ivyâs hand, he buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent and biting you gently.
âItâs a bit much, yeah? A lot to take in,â Ves says softly as he trails kisses on your collarbone. âDo you want to keep going?â
You can barely think. On one hand you have no idea what this means for the dynamic afterwards, on the otherâŠif you donât cum tonight you might actually combust. âYeah. Yeah I do.â
You feel Ivy pulling you off Vesâs lap and against his nude torso. You were so wrapped up in Ves marking you that you didnât hear Ivy get undressed. He pulls you down to the floor and lays you down. You look up and see Ves slipping off his tshirt before laying beside you.
âHeâs going to take such good care of you, sugar,â Ves says almost teasingly as he kisses your temple. âYouâre gonna cum all over Ivyâs fingers and pretty face.â
Vesâs hand slides down to your now bare pussy and gently circles your clit before carefully spreading your lips to give Ivy better access.
âFuckâŠVesâŠâ
âAh Ves you should see how her pussy clenches when you touch her. Fuck youâre getting her ready for meâ Ivy says right against your clit. He flicks his tongue sharply against it, making you jolt. Ves responds by kissing your cheeks and cooing words of praise.
âYeah heâs good with his tongue, huh, babygirl? Do you like what heâs doing?â
You feel your pussy quiver against Ivyâs face as he alternates between licking and sucking your clit. Ivy reaches up to play with your tits. Ves caresses Ivyâs arm as your nipple is lightly pinched. You moan and try to lift your head to kiss VesâŠor get his attention at least. His eyes are glued to your slick cunt and the gorgeous man eating it out. Ivy must be looking back because you see Ves blow a little kiss before he turns his attention to you. You reach up to him and finally get to m pull him in for a sweet kiss. Ivy moans into your pussy and adds two fingers. As he rubs your sensitive bundle from the inside you break the kiss and moan against Vesâs lips.
âVesâŠIvyâŠIâŠIâŠdonâtââ
Ivy stops when he hears this. Both men are concerned about you when you whimper like that. Ivy lays atop you, his still clothed bulge pressing against your hot cunt.
âI donâtâŠknow how to cum unless I do it myself.â You say blushing profusely. âItâs not that easy for me to justâŠlet go.â
Ves pets your hair as Ivy softly kisses your collarbone. âThen you call the shots, love. What do you need? What would you like?â Ivy asks softly before he gently teeths your ear lobe.
âI need to get fucked.â
Ivy and Ves share a pleasantly surprised look. They thought for sure youâd say you needed a breather but here you were asking to be dicked down by your two closest guy friends. Ves leans in to kiss Ivy before whispering âyouâre already on top of herâŠyou go first, handsome.â
Your pussy throbs watching them kiss right in front of you. Ivy cradles Vesâs face so tenderly you feel like youâre intruding, but you quickly feel apart of the moment when Ivy begins tracing lazy circles on your tummy. Vesâs kisses trail down Ivyâs cheek to his neck, and you take the opportunity to sit up. Shyly, you reach out and touch Ivyâs bulge through his shorts. He lets out a sharp moan as you stroke the length. Itâs thick, and you can already imagine the stretch that would come from taking it completely. Ivy gently pushes your hand away.
âYouâre too good at that, babe. Mm slow down.â
You chuckle softly and start kissing the other side of Ivyâs neck. He groans whinly. âOh fuck you bothâŠmmâŠâsnot fair.â Ves chuckles and moves his kisses to your cheeks. âYeah there we go. Letâs pick on our girlâ Ivy says as he dive bombs the other side of your neck. You squirm and moan as they both kiss, suck, and bite at your neck. Ves moves to you close to him as he lays back on the floor. Youâre positioned like youâre going to ride him but you hear Ivy taking his shorts off behind you.
âIvyâs going to fuck you nowâŠyeah? Can you handle that for us, baby?â
You swallow hard and whimper as your feel the head of Ivyâs cock tease your entrance.
âShe wants it, Ves. You should feel it.â
âOh yeah,â Ves asks with a bemused expression as his unceremoniously reaches down and fingers you.â Mmm. YeahâŠyou are awfully wetâŠand youâre practically trying to suck my fingers in.â
Ves removes his fingers but you donât feel empty for long. Ivy presses against your pussy and presses in with delicious restraint. Heâs big and youâre tight. Itâs been a little since youâve been fucked from behind so it takes a second for you to regain some brain power after Ivyâs cock finally caresses your gspot. You feel yourself clench on him and a gentle spank.
âSheâs gonna make me lose it, Ves. Sheâs so tight.â
âMm yeah? She gonna milk you dry?â
You moan and try to relax but itâs hard when they talk about you like youâre not here. How they praise you and flirt with each other.
âIf Iâm not careful, yeahâŠshe just might.â Ivy spanks you again. âYouâre gonna love her VesâŠwellâŠlove her more.â
Your brain feels fuzzy as you look down at Ves as holds your hips still for Ivy. Ivy starts rolling his hips into youâŠthe stretch and friction is incredible. You feel like youâre on fire and itching an in impossible scratch.
âMm. Such a good girl. We just love youâŠdonât we Ive?â Ves asks as he stares up at you. Ivy canât answer the question directly.
âGodâŠfuckâŠfinallyâŠfinallyâŠsuch a good girlâŠfucking love you, babygirl.â
You cry out as you press against Ivy for a deeper fuck. âIâŠlove youâŠIvyâŠfuckâŠaaahh GOD baby.â Your climax ripples through you as he keeps you in place for his boyfriend. âFuck. FUCK. I love you both.â
Ivyâs breath hitches and he grabs for Vesâs hand. Ves looks up at you sweetly and says, âIvyâs gonna cum inside you. Ok? Such a good girl to take his cum. And thenâŠIâm going to fuck his cum and my cum so deep in you that you wonât sit right tomorrow. And weâll have to take care of youâŠsweet princess. Someone will have to kiss that pretty pussy better when weâre done. Would you like that? For your boys to take care of you and pamper you all day? All the fingers and cocks andâŠâ
âShut up VesâŠIâm not gonna last long if you donâtâŠfuckâŠhnng.â Ivy desperately fucks into you. Heâs holding back, you can tell. The pace is measured and carefulâŠand so fucking hot. Ves winks and flashes a wicked grin.
âIâm just having a conversation with our girl. Thatâs allâŠâ Ves starts moves hands to your breasts and presses hot, wet kisses on each one. You feel another orgasm clench Ivyâs cock.
âIvy! Youâre soâŠ.fucking bigâŠ.â You cry out as you become overstimulated.
âNah babyâŠfuckâŠfuckâŠyouâre fucking rightâŠgod Ves, sheâs so tight. Youâre gonna love itâŠ.â
âIvy cum for meâŠplease,â you beg. Your confidence is growing, and since Ves isnât holding your hips anymore, you fuck Ivy right back. You feel his wide hand press into the middle of your back, making you fall against Ves. Ivy cries out your name and moans out in whines as he coats your womb with his cum. Your pussy clenches hard like itâs desperate for more.
Ves breathes heavily after holding you as Ivy fucked you and made you his for the moment. âI donât know if Iâll last long,â he says pathetically. âYou two are so hot together.â
Ivy pulls out of you and comes to your side. You two share a deep kiss and stare into each others eyes for a bit.
âYouâre so good,â you whisper to him.
âThatâs you, girl.â He gives him a quick kiss. âNow letâs play with Ves.â Ivy pats you to get off Ves and he tells Ves to sit on the couch. Ves obeys and takes off his sweats. His cock is hard and twitching for both of you. He sits on the couch, and you straddle him once again. Ivy guides your hips and sets you down on Vesâs cockâŠslowlyâŠslowlyâŠslowlyâŠ
You moan and whimper as youâre stretched once again. Ivy was definitely thicker, but Ves had length and a slight bend that felt so yummy inside you.
âFffuuuuccckkâŠVesâŠbabyâŠâ your voice is barely coming out.
âMove her,â Ves whispers to Ivy as he plays with your nipples.
âAlrightâŠwork with me, babygirl, yeah? You want him to bust for your pussy?â Ivy whispers huskily from behind you as he starts to move your hips up and down. He has you bouncing on Vesâs cockâŠheâs in control. Vesâs fingers press roughly into your plush hips so hard you can feel the bruises blossoming.
âGod youâre so perfectâŠsuch a fucking queenâŠâ Ves whispers as he pulls you close for warm, desperate kisses. âIvyâŠIvyâŠI need to fuck her.â
Ivy lets go of your hips, and Ves immediately repositions so he can fuck up into you. Ivy has to cover your mouth as the most obscene moans and whimpers leave your pretty lips.
âYouâre gonna be mine, too, baby. Youâre gonna be so full from me and Ivy. So much love in your pussyâŠsuch a goodâŠfuckingâŠfuckâŠ.FUCK.â Ves cums inside you and keeps fucking through his climax. You both and breathing heavilyâŠlike you might hyperventilate. Ivy helps you off Vesâs lap and sits you on the couch between them. Ivy clings to your back as Ves moves to hug you. You turn your head as the two men press needy kisses on you, letting it become a slow, sensual kiss between the three of you.
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Part I // Mini-Series Masterlist
Pairing: Lucius Verus Aurelius x Fem!Reader
WC: 2.8k words
Summary: After your first encounter, you attend the next games to watch Lucius fight, and celebrate his victory with him after.
Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY MINORS DNI), canon naval battle with some canon divergence, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood and death, reader is a courtesan (so SW), some angst, mutual pining, semi-exhibitionism (there are guards around), sort of audio voyeurism, unprotected p in v, aaaaand I think that's it but lmk if anything else!
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The roar of the crowd was near deafening as you made your way to the Emperorâs box behind Queen Lucilla, General Acacius, and Senator Gracchus. Hundreds of feet pounded in a war-like rhythm, all eager â or more like absolutely salivating â for a good spectacle. Snapping and jeering like rabid, bloodthirsty dogs.
You would never understand that insatiable, sadistic need to see anotherâs brutal destruction. Nobody ever thought they would watch somebody they loved be subjected to it, just strangers who werenât really people in their eyes. But it was more common than most would like to admit, the sand forever stained not just with crimson, but also with the salt of mourning tears.
You hid your unease behind a cool, placid mask, smiling back at Senator Gracchus as he glanced at you over his shoulder. He had been curious when you had first requested to attend the games with him, but having just found out about Prince Luciusâ return and rising fame in the arena, he was amused at your antics.Â
Your patron might be old, but he was no fool. Gladiators always caught the eyes of pretty, young girls like you, especially ones such as Lucius. It was really no wonder youâd want to see his glory for yourself, so he had conceded if only to indulge you.
And when heâd helped you off the litter that had carried you to the Colosseum, he had not been surprised to notice you were hiding a garland of myrtle inside your sleeve. A common enough offering to Venus, goddess of love. He made no mention of it, though, content to just watch how things played out.Â
Once youâd arrived at the box, each of you knelt in front of the twin emperors and kissed their rings. Emperor Geta smiled down at you in that enigmatic, impish way of his, but his brother mostly ignored you. Not that you really minded escaping his notice, though. Better than his scorn or, worse, his interest.
âLet us begin,â Geta said, his excitement palpable as he rose to address the crowd. âWe are all in for a real treat.â
You went to stand next to Queen Lucilla, sensing that her tension matched yours, even if she was perfectly poised and regal. Sheâd had many more years of experience hiding her true emotions, after all. You shared a small smile with her, both silently recognizing it as a moment of solidarity.
âCitizens of Rome!â Geta called out, his voice rising above the crowd. âToday, in honor of General Marcus Acacius' triumph in taking over Numidia, you will be witnessing no mere games!â
A heavy, metallic noise resounded throughout the arena as it seemed to shift, the ground underneath you shaking fiercely. But what you heard next made dread sink into your stomach like a heavy stone â rushing water. A floodâs worth of it. Soon enough, the arena was immersed and massive sharks were fed into it, menacingly circling about. At opposite sides, great iron gates groaned open to reveal two war vessels flying different colors â Roman and Barbarian.
And captaining one of them was a figure you recognized all too well, even at a great distance. You felt as if a fist were closing in around your throat, robbing you of breath. Instinctively, you stepped forward to try to get a better look, but Senator Gracchus put a hand on your back to stop you from going past the thrones.Â
This seemed to anchor you back to the present, and you reminded yourself that the Lucius that you saw in the arena was not the tender one, but the fearsome warrior.
Let him live, you thought pleadingly, clutching the garland tighter. Oh, Gods, please let him live.
General Acacius waved at the crowd, muscles tensed even as he smiled, thanking them for the great honor. Emperor Caracalla, infected by the madness of bloodthirsty enthusiasm, jumped to his feet.Â
âIt is war!â he cried, smiling sadistically from ear to ear. âReal war!â
If it was even possible, the crowd roared louder, the cacophony railing against your eardrums. Queen Lucilla clenched her jaw, gripping the headrest of one of the thrones tightly. With a shaking hand, you accepted the wine Senator Gracchus offered you and clinked your glass against his.
The two vessels circled each other closely, quickly searching for any weaknesses and readying to strike. The Roman fleet was cocky, though, moving in without a shred of uncertainty. The Barbarian vessel narrowly missed their initial attack, but they came close enough that a few Roman fighters jumped onto their boat.
The loud clash of swords followed, a few bodies falling overboard, some still living. The waters bloomed crimson, the sharks going into a frenzy at the scent of blood. You spotted Lucius again in the chaos, driving his sword through the last invading Roman fighter and yelling out commands to his fellow gladiators.Â
Both Emperors leaned over the edge of the balcony, shouting and jeering along with the rest of the Roman populace. General Acacius hovered near them, but he watched as somberly as the rest of you. The vessels came close again, but in a cunning move, Lucius made his rowers pull the oars at the last moment before impact.Â
The oars of the Roman vessel tore into the side of the Barbarian one, tipping it sideways but effectively getting them both stuck together. Fighters from both sides clashed once more, desperation seeming to take place as both boats were threatening to capsize.Â
Without noticing, you grasped Senator Gracchusâ arm as you waited for the outcome. He placed a hand over yours, watching just as raptly. Numbers dwindled quickly in favor of the Barbarian fighters, and you felt like you could almost sight in relief. But what happened next was so fast that you almost thought youâd imagined it.
Before anyone could actually be declared victor, an archer loosed an arrow that sailed towards the emperorâs box, landing between their thrones. Chaos ensued, the two of them crying in outrage and surprise. Immediately, General Acacius and the Praetorian guard moved to safely evacuate them.Â
âLetâs go, all of you!â he commanded, voice booming.
Senator Gracchus ushered you and Queen Lucilla to follow as some guards encircled the three of you. You tried getting one last look at the arena but saw nothing more than the splintered masts of the vessels. Thankfully, Lucius was still alive, at least for the time being.
But just in case, you sent a prayer up to the Gods that nobody else noticed he was the one to shoot the arrow.Â
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A small torch was your only source of illumination as you navigated through the streets of Rome to the prison where Lucius and his fellow gladiators were being kept. After relaying Luciusâ demand to see you, Queen Lucilla insisted on sending one of her guards with you. He marched at your side, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready for any possible assailants leaping forth from the dark.Â
You hid your face under a hooded cloak and let your companion speak to the jailâs guard as you arrived at the iron gates. The jail was cavernous, damp, and cool, and oppressive in the darkness of night. You shuddered, unable to fathom being imprisoned in such a place, even for a day. Your heart ached for those who already were, ignorant of when â or if â they might be released.
He guided you to Luciusâ cell, opened the large, heavy padlock, and let you in. Both guards waited outside of the cell to give you some privacy, and you removed your hood so Lucius could see you. He stood up from his cot, a smile slowly breaking out on his handsome face.
You let him take you into his arms and kiss you, leaving you swaying on your feet. You pulled away just enough to look him over as if reassuring yourself he was alive and all in one piece. His smile didnât falter under your assessment â in fact, it seemed like he was proud to have proved himself to you, keeping the promise heâd made at the bathhouse.Â
âToday was⊠I donât even have the words to describe it,â you said, hugging him close. âWhen I realized it would be no ordinary fight, I feared for you⊠I still do.â
He placed one of your palms on his chest, right over his heart. âYou have nothing to fear. Iâm here.â
You glanced over your shoulder to make sure the guards werenât watching, then lowered your voice to a whisper.
âWhat you did at the end, it was beyond foolish,â you said, shaking your head slightly. âI made an offering to Fortuna for all the favor she bestowed on you today. I do not think anybody else realized, or else we would not be standing here.â
âAnother reason to celebrate,â he said, not bothered in the slightest. âPerhaps it was even luckier that the arrow didnât strike true.â
âYou really meant to kill one of the Emperors?âÂ
He shook his head. âNot them. Acacius. But in reality, I wouldnât have minded if either of them had fallen.â
âI suppose it was a good thing the rest of us were out of range,â you murmured, looking down.
âI would never harm you,â he said gravely, grasping your chin and making you look him in the eye. âNever.â
You were nearly floored by the sincerity in his gaze, but even more so by the passion you found there, as well. It went beyond lust, even. Nobody had ever looked at you in such a way. You leaned forward and kissed him gently, letting him know that you trusted him.
âI know, Lucius,â you said.
âThen, let us not concern ourselves with anything, or anyone, else for now,â he said. âTomorrow, the sun will rise and Rome will still be Rome. In the meantime, there is only us.â
The echo of his words at the bathhouse made you smile softly. A part of you wanted to ask more questions about his wanting to kill Acacius, but there was a slight edge of finality to his tone. Regardless, it wasnât like you wanted to waste what little time you had together lecturing him.Â
You reached up to undo your cloak, intently holding his gaze, and let it fall on his cot. âClaim your prize, then, fierce warrior. I am all yours.â
With a glance outside, he extinguished the torch in his cell and closed the distance between you. His lips melded against yours desperately, tongue slipping into your mouth. With ease, he lifted you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.
He sat on the cot so you could straddle him, his hands wandering down your back and settling on your ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze. He groaned into your mouth, his chest rumbling against yours. He pulled your dress over your head as best as he could, leaving you in your thin shift.Â
His hands traced the curves of your hips and waist, like a sculptor working clay into a masterpiece. He cupped your breasts, your nipples poking through the fabric, and you leaned back to give him access. He managed to pull the shift down to your midsection, revealing your chest. He trailed open-mouthed kisses on your sternum, moving lower.Â
His tongue teasingly flicked one of your nipples, making you suck a breath through your teeth. He lavished them both with attention, the graze of his teeth and the pinch of his fingers igniting a fire within you. You continued trying to be as quiet as possible, even if he made it extremely difficult.
You reached between your bodies to palm his growing erection over his tunic. His hips bucked upward, seeking more of your touch. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, leaning your forehead against his.
âHow does it feel,â he rasped. âTo be the only one who can disarm me so completely?â
You felt a heady, triumphant rush, nipping at his bottom lip. âIâll keep the secret for you.â
He chuckled, surrendering to another fervent, dizzying kiss from you. You hiked up your shift as he lifted you slightly so he could free his cock from beneath his tunic. You spat on your hand and reached down to spread it on the sensitive head, moving to grip the base so you could line it up with the entrance of your cunt. You sank down slowly, your face so close to his you seemed to share breath.Â
âJust like that,â he groaned, hands gripping your hips tightly. âI needed this more than you knowâŠâ
âLet me take care of you,â you whispered, letting out a breathy moan, head tipping back in ecstasy.Â
You felt like you were filled to the brim by him, clouding all your other senses. He slid in and out of you easily, your arousal dripping down his length and pooling on his sac. His mouth was on your chest again, your fingers weaving through his hair.Â
âOh, LuciusâŠâ You sighed dreamily.Â
He pulsed at the sound of his name on your lips. In order to prolong the pleasure for both of you, he rolled you onto your back on the cot, keeping himself sheathed inside of you. He pushed your legs back, driving your knees past your elbows, his weight pinning you down.Â
His thrusts were deep and hard, but not fast, intent on letting you feel him in his entirety. Your face contorted with pleasure, the intensity of it all nearly too much for you to bear. He groaned your name with the intensity of a supplicant. His sac tightened as he felt you squeeze around him, knowing he wouldnât last too long no matter how much he tried.Â
âSay my name again,â he said, eyes blazing. âSay who you belong to.â
âLucius,â you panted deliriously, tears gathering on your lashes. âAh, Lucius!â
His thrusts picked up the pace, frenzied, the sound of flesh slapping together unmistakable. You cupped his face in your hands as you felt yourself coming apart under him, trembling. A cry threatened to escape you, but he covered your mouth with one hand, muffling it.Â
He shushed you gently, but his breathing became ragged as he reached oblivion himself. You felt warmth flooding your cunt, his last thrusts shallow, fucking his spend deeper inside you and making sure no drop was wasted. He uncovered your mouth and kissed you as if in apology, both of you dazed and content.
He rolled over to lie very closely at your side, the cot barely big enough for the two of you. His strong arms enveloped you once more, making you feel safe perhaps for the first time in your life. There were still a few hours before sunrise â before Rome and everything else that came along with it became real again â so you could languish with him for a little while longer.
The last thing you wanted was to untangle yourself from him, anyway, instead nuzzling closer. Your fingers softly traced patterns on his forearm as you pondered what this might mean for the two of you.
âDo you⊠really intend to stake your claim on me?â You asked tentatively. âOutside of this?â
You deliberately avoided any specific labels, not foolish enough to presume anything. Things were still precarious and new, but you already felt bonded to him in a way you couldnât truly explain, and a part of you had to believe he felt the same way.
âOf course,â he said, but seemed hesitant to say more.
You shifted onto your belly to look at him, his fingers now tracing up and down your spine lazily.Â
âAre you certain?â
He nodded, sighing deeply. Youâd already known there was a lot weighing on him that he did not speak about, and while you didnât want to add to his burden, you needed to know this. If only to save yourself some pain.
âThere are a great many things at stake right now, including my freedom,â he said, looking up at the ceiling pensively. âMuch of what I still have to do is dangerous, and only the Gods know the outcome of it all. I intend to do everything in my power to protect you, in the meantime, and I cannot allow you to become a part of what must happen. I cannot risk losing you.â
You weighed his words for a moment, then nodded in understanding. âYou are lucky, patience is a virtue I possess in great quantities.â
He looked back at you and kissed the tip of your nose affectionately.Â
âI donât make promises I donât intend to keep,â he said, lacing his fingers through yours. âAnd I can promise you that as soon as I walk a free man, the first one I will run to is you.â
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STEAM | myg ft. jjk
pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x oc (feat. jungkook)
genre: smut
word count: 9.2k
summary: one video call awakens your neediness for two cocks.
playlist: steam / pinterest board: steam
warnings: female masturbation, mentions of shower sex, praise kink, toying with the idea of polyamory, a hint of voyeurism, oc rly goes through it and faces mental battles, fear, intoxication, punishment, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, choking, cum eating, manhandling, degradation, provocation, mutual masturbation, rough & raw sex, brief oral sex (f. receiving), pet names
note: IT'S FINALLY HEREEEEEE SKFDSFLSFJ, okay soâlet me introduce to you a new yoongi series featuring JUNGKOOK oh my god. i am SO EXCITED about this and i wanna apologize for my insane ideas in advance... i'm so sorry, guys. nevertheless, i hope you like this as much as i do, i literally went mad writing this and i smoked so many cigarettes i lost count. please, let me kNOW UR FAVORITE PARTS CUZ I HAVE SO MANY AND I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM. oh fuck, guys. ENJOY READING SDKFJSD. â ËïœĄâàšà§Ë
side note: btw, the playlist i made is literally perfect and depicts the fic wonderfully. you can listen while you read! <3
The scent of mangoes finds its way up your nostrils, heating your senses through its balmy touch as you rub the body butter over the damp skin of your arms. Fingers graze along your dĂ©colletage, tucking in the fragrance for your boyfriend to breathe in when he comes home. Heâs out for the nightâsaid something about his friend finishing his military service, so the whole group was going out to celebrate it. Yoongi was so frantic in his excitement, hastily putting on the first outfit that sparked his eye. Didnât even touch his hair, only sprayed a mist of his sandalwood and tangerine-tinged perfume. Grabbed his phone, keys, wallet. Barely kissed you goodbye before he fled out of the door.
He didnât even ask you if you wanted to come along.
You didnât mind, thoughâyouâre only in the early stages of your relationship. It hasnât even been half a year since youâve started dating. And you figure he deserves a night out with his closest friends because youâve been attached to the hip since the beginning. Funnily enough, you no longer live at your own place. Somehow, youâve settled in Yoongiâs apartment, never setting foot outside, save for your walks, grocery shopping, the few dates with your friends and work. There wasnât any conversation about it; you just mostly spend your free time with your boyfriend.
And all you do is fuck, eat and watch movies.
The last time Yoongi took you out was during the first two months youâd been getting to know him. The realization of how long itâs been sends a trail of chills down your arms and you rub it away.
But because youâve been spending all your time together, youâre glad to have a moment to yourselfâglad to be able to take a long hot shower, to do your hair and skincare. Perhaps, youâll even have time to do your nails and that energizes you, propels you to spread the body butter further down the rest of your body. It is your rose garden, these night times reserved for your hot showers. The place you go toâyour hideaway from the pressure and nerves of life that the steam loosens and soothes, especially when you let your sultry playlist echo through the mightiness of Yoongiâs bathroom, your favorite singerâs voice reaching your veins like the growing stems of those roses; pretty, pink and so feminine. Yes, Yoongiâs therapy sessions and thick length might have been a great help, the best in fact, but thereâs something about letting yourself be burned off of all thatâs been weighing you down and watching it trickle down the drain that is just so satisfying.
It was all that you were once used to. That is, until you met Yoongi.
Showers with him are something else.
Something you never thought you could ever have the blessing to encounter. Showers with Yoongi are intense, so out of pocket that you find yourself thinking about them fondly whenever youâre alone with your thoughts. There, beneath the downpour of the warm water, he lets you see the other side of his ever unyielding stern façade. While holding you, he would make you laugh, then make you moan and break that sound with each hard plunge of his cock. Hair slicked back, smirk adorning that delicious wet mouth, causing him to look like a Mafioso bent on absolutely ruining you. He would tell you the most insane story he heard from his friend, then talk you through the build-up of your orgasm while continuing to the point of that storyâseamlessly waving through, never losing tempo. âThen, he went up to his hyung to ask him about what he didâyes, just like that, honey, take it. I know youâre almost there, just listen.â You would come all over his cock, sprinkling him with your essence, right there at the end of his story and like a hungry man, heâd get on his knees and eat you up, muttering how good you are and how well you did along with each swipe of his tongue. Your lungs would heave due to the overstimulation, your legs would tremble, unable to stand and heâd gather you into his arms, fold you like paper into the crooks of his body and let his thick duvet drape over you. Heâd fall asleep first, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, snoring softly behind you while spooning you, never letting go of his deathly grip around you. And while you would breathe in the haze of lilac sprayed on his pillows, youâd become aware of the drowsy rhythm of his heartbeat, the lift and fall of his chest against your back, the snug heat of his body and it would lull you to sleep.
That has become your new version of hot long showers.
And if it isnât this, then itâs Yoongi letting you quickly wash yourself before heâd steal you away, dragging you into this bed, only to carry you back there an hour later.
You speculate he has a serious, adorable case of attachment issues.
That is why you enjoy your exceptional alone shower all the moreâyou havenât had it in so long. Only this time, itâs quite different.
You feel him everywhere.
You feel him in the drift of your hand down your tummy because you recollect the way he likes to pepper kisses there on his way to eat you out. You feel him when you round your palms across your backside because you know he particularly likes to leave traces of saliva when he presses open-mouthed kisses there. His love for you circulates in your bloodstream, mingling with the little love you have for yourself, making it bigger, turning it into a turbulent rush of liquid. You sense it tapping beneath your skin, asking for more of your body just like Yoongi does, always begging, begging for moreâfor more skin to kiss and lick, for more sensitive parts of you to find and nibble on.
Your hands sense the ghost of him even when your fingers slip past your mound and realize that the film of your memories dampened your cunt. You hear the words of praise heâd utter into your ear at the discovery and you sigh at your tender touch.Â
Thatâs a good girl. Messy for me.Â
The rotund case of your body butter remains opened, forgotten. You suddenly have better things to doâlike give your body the self-care, the self-love it deserves.
Itâs a part of the solo girl's night.
A mewl comes out of your mouth at the first round of circles on your clit. Furrowing your brows at the pleasure, you prop your free hand on the edge of the bathroom counter, riding the pads of your fingers. And then, just like Yoongi taught you, you take your digits away, edging yourself, taking them elsewhere. You cry out at the contact of your wet fingertips on your stiff nipple and you pinch the nub, a spasm of delight coursing through your sensitiveness.
You imagine Yoongi standing behind you. Not touching you, merely guiding you, telling you when to stop, when to pick up the paceâwhen to fill your hole. Watching you in the mirror, hands in his pockets, having a perfect view of your slick-caked folds, of your clit swollen and asking for his tongue. Determined to make you lose your mind by teasing you, letting you only slap your pussy once youâre close. Your essence drips out of you at that thought, making a mess on the floor and you plug it in with your finger, fucking yourself steadily, inflamed by how slippery your heat is, how easy it is to slip the digit inside. Hot flashes close over your body, pearls of perspiration kissing the crook of your neck. You fuck yourself faster andâ
A sudden ring of your phone jolts you. And the picture of your boyfriend, half dressed, with the early morning sunlight leaking over the scars and tattoo on his shoulder, crammed inside your screen, greets you.
You pant hard, your finger still inside of you. Delirious.
He must be on his way home. You donât even know what time it is.Â
Leaning forward, you hide your breasts behind your forearm and you swipe your finger to accept his video call.
Blurry Yoongi. The night sky, starlit and alive, behind him. A shoal of silhouettes, some lanky and some buff, all short-haired and all as woozy-lidded as you. The picture smooths into a crystal clear view and there you see your boyfriend, the nocturnal breeze brushing his ebony hair back. Not just him, however, but another male craning his neck to regard you fully.Â
His eyes flicking from your neck to the smallest of your exposed dĂ©colletage, a smirk blossoming on his face like your imaginary roses.Â
Yoongi slaps his phone face down. You withdraw your finger from your heat, a cacophony of giggles, whiny cries and the exclamations of his name emitting out of your mouth.Â
He is not, in fact, on his way home.Â
It is a warning, his low and strict call of your name back and, heeding it, you take your phone into your hands, so heâs only able to see your deeply flushed face. Device back in his hand, heâs not looking at you at all. As a matter of fact, heâs shooting daggers fueled with deadly nightshade at his friend, grumbling something that you canât quite make out amidst the chaos and bustle of the outing. The shoal of the rest of his friends and strangers disappear out of the perspective, as if threatened by the cold energy.Â
You wish you knew what heâs saying to him. Even your pussy aches to hear it. The principle of him scolding his friend for looking at you at your most private moment scorches you and youâre red, flattered and majestically horny.Â
Yoongi turns his head to see if youâre well-behaved and you beam at him, the pulse on your clit intensifying, forcing you to say, âcome home, Yoongi.âÂ
He chuckles, aware of the reason behind your words, pretends he isnât. âWhat were you doing, baby?âÂ
The growth of your grin doesnât falter. You show him the sheen of your wet finger in the ivory bathroom light, the glint, the stickiness as you push your index finger to your middle and pull away, your arousal on full, filthy display.Â
He curses under his breath. Doesnât give a fuck that his friend sits beside him and adjusts in his seat. Bites his lip briefly. âStick it in your mouth for me.âÂ
Doesnât say the words that so very often follow after in that sentence. Taste yourself.Â
Why he doesnât step aside to take this video call eludes you, but something about you being watched by two pairs of eyes excites you. Enough for you to do as he says. Perhaps itâs due to the fact you donât know the male sitting beside him and Yoongi is letting him keep his sight glued to the screen.Â
Two sharp inhales of breath. Not one of yours. Yoongi readies his hook to feignedly lash out at his friend and you press your thighs together to alleviate yourself of the unbearable feeling between your legs. Confidence, a bad, bad version of confidence suffuses you whole, turning you into a person gone mad by lust. You swirl your tongue around your digit, the tanginess of your taste causing your eyes to narrow, the principle of driving not just one, but two men mad just the same intoxicates you, as if you were there among them, drinking.Â
A pair of round eyes peek at the corner of the screen. Soft, naive, so terribly innocent. A dash of sobriety washes over you, owed to those brownish effervescent orbs, a sprinkle shame pooling low in your core. A reality check. You sense some kind of stability of that reality beneath those eyelashes of his, the stability that whispersâis this the right thing to do?Â
Itâs not rough, itâs not stern, itâs not Yoongi codedâitâs anything but. Gentleness is what you detect, free of any prejudice.Â
You sigh. Millions of thoughts about how you could toy with them pass through your mind, but you decide against them, the stability a pillar that blends into your spine, helping it unbend. You canât do this; you canât do this to Yoongi and you need to keep your dignity intact in some way, despite the fact that every fiber of your body compels you to do the opposite. You distract yourself by screwing the lid of your body butter back on.Â
âGood girl,â Yoongi coos, causing you to whisk your eyes to the screen in perhaps disbelief, shame or your still pending arousalâyouâre not sure. How can you be a good girl when you let another man see something so lewd? How can your boyfriend validate something like that? âOne more beer and Iâll be home. Wait for me on the bed. As you are.âÂ
Naked.Â
Heat rushes to your cheeks, to the surface of every part of your skin, dragging away small ounces of shame. You curse, mentally, running a hand down your face. Yoongi downs his drink without taking his gaze off of you, watching your reaction, adds once he swallows, âand donât touch yourself.âÂ
And with that, he hangs up.Â
The harsh comprehension of what the fuck just happened envelops you in a confining embrace, the precipitately increasing weight of shame now a burden on your shoulders that you just canât shake off, even when you slink your arms through sleeves of your silky robe and welcome in the summer breeze coming to caress your face on the balconyâeven when you burst your lighter to a flame and light up your cigarette, inhaling the smoke that you hoped would rid you of its such uncomfortable hold around you.Â
You licked your cum clean under the gape of a guy you donât know in front of your boyfriend.Â
His friend heard the order. Donât touch yourself. Yoongi didnât whisper it. Didnât camouflage his words in any way. Uttered them straight and bare, allowing his friend to hear them, despite the fact he almost fought him then and there for sneaking one glance at your moderately naked form.Â
Question marks hover in your mind and the pulse on your clit cries, seemingly knowing the answer.Â
Did Yoongi like it as much as you did, the aspect of having an audience?Â
The wetness in your heat dribbles out, staining your thighs. You squeeze them together, the drag of your cigarette hard and long, expecting to feel your nerves burn off. You gain no such thingâno relief, no lifting of the burden, just constricting tangles in your tummy, zippy spasms of butterflies going mad, mad, mad.Â
Perhaps Yoongi didnât like it at first until he perceived the auspicious debauched look on your face. Saw the way you didnât hesitate to oblige him when he told you to stick your finger in your mouth. And perhaps the fact that you didnât express any signal of discomfort was the key to unfastening the leash on his possessiveness over you.Â
What have you done? What have you so selfishly and disgustingly done?Â
You hang your head in your hands, the white smoke intertwining with the burden on your shoulders and pressing down harder on you.Â
Thatâs why he let his friend hear the command. Donât touch yourself. He saw the way you indulged in it, and that awakened his liking for it.
Yoongi lied when he said heâd have one more beer.Â
By the time you hear the thunder of his voice, all the roses in your garden have wilted, leaving faded, withered petals in its wakeâleaving a path of your internal battle all around the apartment for Yoongi to follow. Youâve paced, your bare feet stepping on them. Tried to untangle yourself from the incarceration of your mind by chain-smoking, but to no avail. The only change that took place in your body was the decline of your shame, for you couldnât help but imagine what could have happened, had you let free rein to your desireâhad those round eyes never looked at you with such purity. You figured there wasnât anything bad about letting your imagination be colored like that, and so you sat on your boyfriendâs couch, cigarette switched to a coconut-flavored vape, and dreamed.
You dreamed about those two men being of service to you, right here on the same couch, where they would lay you down and make you squirt over and over again, betting between each other who could make you come the fastest, counting down your orgasms until the number was a mere blur to you.Â
The throb on your clit heightened to heavenly levels and when you emerged from your dream, you found yourself being able to breatheâyour momentary disappearance tricking your shame into leaving. It was difficult for you not to touch yourself and you opted to adhere to Yoongiâs wish, not risking to feel worse than you already had.Â
The war ended, undeterred by the fact you never expected it to.Â
Loud swear words roar in Korean. You rise to your feet to open the front door for Yoongi and you discover that heâs not alone at all.Â
The same pair of round eyes, the cause of all the ruckus you just departed from, meet yours, hauling you back there with a force. Your mouth falls agape and before you can react any further, Yoongi stumbles into you. You almost topple over, realizing you didnât care to steal a glance at the state of him, but the male grabs a hold of Yoongiâs jacket and pulls him back. You wish you had tumbled over and the floor had opened up and swallowed you whole. It would have been less embarrassing than to be stuck in this situation. You want to run, you want to screamâÂ
âHeâs drunk out of his own mind,â the male says, his voice deep like the warm wind before a tumultuous storm, fitting just right with the thunder of Yoongiâs intonation, his gaze wandering over the entirety of your shock-stricken face, taking it in; giving you the same attention that fucked you up hours ago. Yoongi begins to mumble something you canât momentarily focus on, his hands grasping your waist, lips latching onto your neck. No, you cannot for the life of you focus because the man steals you all over again and you hate how easy it is for him to do that, when youâre far from being available. âDonât ask what made him drink this much.â
Did Yoongi get drunk because he let his friend in on your most intimate moment?Â
Humiliated, turned on and angry altogether, a concoction that simply worsens everything, you draw back from your boyfriend. You want to beat at his chest with your fists just to have some sort of relief from blaming himâbecause if you blame yourself, only doom consumes you. Why did he call you? Or, essentially, why didnât he step away to take that damned video call?Â
âThanks for walking him home,â you say eventually, your voice smooth, despite the violence of your feelings, despite wanting to say something else entirely. Your first words to him and, wholeheartedlyâdespite it all, you hope they arenât last, even if that possibly makes you a despicable person.Â
Yoongiâs friend nods. Chews his bottom lip and lowers his gaze to the ground for a split second. You wonder if he feels the need to remove himself from this uncomfortable situation as much as you do because you canât read anything in that paleness of his countenance. Not a hint of any emotion whatsoever, just blandness of expression, slightly dimmed by the few thick strands of black hair that have fallen from his disheveled, pushed back mullet. As if they did fight after all, perhaps on the way home, or wrestled if Yoongi was being difficult.Â
You donât realize you and the male are just staring at each other until Yoongi places his hand on your cheek, brushing back a wisp of your tresses. Only then do your eyes flick to Yoongiâs and you finally notice him, the gloss in his hooded irises searching and searching for you, the rosy blush on his cheeks, dry parted mouth and the dart of his tongue as he wets it, softening the flecks that have been created there.Â
This is it. If you are focused on him, all things are made rightâall things that have been stained get purified and dreams get turned into dust. This is the man youâve fallen for, who puts you before himself and has done so every day since the moment he made you his. You canât let anyone else get in the way of the home that your relationship has become, you canât let your feelings fleeâ
âFor the record,â Yoongiâs friend starts, hand massaging circles on the nape of his neck, the leather of his jacket tight around his arm. Your heart jumps and beats against your chest ferociously. âI didnât see anything, if that helps you sleep better tonight.âÂ
Itâs such a fat lie and youâre about to shake your head, but then he looks at you with such sincere regret that, ultimately, you choose to believe him. Just to keep your peace of mind unscarred.Â
Yoongi tightens his hold around your waist, which grounds you, and a small part of you begins to bloom in healing, disseminating little by little across your whole body.Â
A healer with big, round eyes. A good man.Â
With a swing, Yoongi closes the door but you donât hear the click. No, the light spills in from the hallway. Your hands reach for the doorknob but Yoongi blocks them and wraps them around his waist while swaying on his feet. He traces the shell of your ear with his lips, his alcohol-reeking breath wafting over you, and softly, you whine his name. Shuffling beyond the door, feet never entirely movingâthe male is still standing outside and he hears as Yoongi hums at your call, as the sound grows into a groan at the feeling of being alone with you at last, at the feeling of all that makes you feminine under his hands. He hears your gasp as Yoongi pushes your chest flush to his body, kisses you harshly and cups your bare pussy. Hears the smack of your mouths, the pop once he withdraws, the squelch of your wetness. Hears as Yoongi murmurs, âyou been horny, baby? Wet for me, hm?â
Itâs those words that make him shut the door for you.
You made Yoongi drink a lot of water.Â
And while he downed the glasses, you ordered him Thai food from his phone, which he now devours. You had wanted to change out of your flimsy robe into your plush pajamas, but Yoongi stopped you with a tight grip on your shoulder and with the nastiest puppy eyes he could manage, considering his plastered state, he begged you not to. Informed you that he wanted to fuck you in your little robe and you told him that if he wanted that, he needed to get sober.Â
Heâs your boyfriend and you trust him, but you donât feel comfortable having sex with him while heâs wasted and youâre not. Itâs a dangerous territory you donât ever want to cross.Â
So, now he eats as quietly as a mouse, feeding you every other bite with his chopsticks, meanwhile youâre jittering your leg with your arms crossed across your chest, mind full of the male who walked him home. Of the way he pulled you under and resurfaced with you soon after. Of the calm peace you feel all over the perimeter of your mind that peculiarly stresses you out. Of what would happen if you voiced your little dream to Yoongi, especially.Â
Was it out of the question or would he consider it?Â
Your leg jitters harder.Â
You want to tell him, badly. Seeing his friend in real life changed fucking everything. If you hadnât, you wouldâve forgotten about it in the days to come. Yoongi wouldâve fucked it out of you in most probability. But those eyes⊠those eyes got under your skin.Â
âStop fidgeting,â Yoongi scolds with his mouth full of food, no hint of slurring. The hot meal and hydration worked a miracle. âYouâre making me nervous.âÂ
He picks up two cut pieces of chicken with his chopsticks and stuffs your mouth, adding a few pieces of vegetables as youâre chewing. Watches you swallow it, noticing how your eyes are focused on nothing in particular on the other side of the room. Tucking his utensils under his palm, he places his hand on your thigh, halting your restless motion.Â
You still wonât look at him. Too lost in the overthinking maze, debating whether you should speak or remain quiet about your desire. A strong part of you fears his reaction and the other half is horrified at the possibility of being turned downâ
Yoongi takes his hand away. Props it on his cheek.Â
âI can see your pussy from here,â he says, licking his lips. âYouâve shaved?âÂ
You breathe a soft laugh, turning your head to face him, covering yourself with the small fabric. Dark, but tender eyes, void of any glossiness, awake and stirredâamused. Cheeks awash with color. Lips puffy, a dark tinge of red coating them. A sturdy fist on his cheek, the milky jawline underneath. That messy hair, the slicked-back look ruined by the constant rake of his fingers through them, now falling to the side from the middle. That slender body, clad in the night from head to toeâlegs outstretched under the table. So fine, so delicious. A beautiful strong manâall yours. Why do you want another one?Â
You slide your leg across his thighs and Yoongi slouches in his seat, discarding his chopsticks.Â
âI shaved everything,â you respond, cocking your brow at himâa sly invitation for him to feel its smoothness.Â
And he does. Runs his hand up and down your skin. Goes as far as lifting your other leg onto his lap, cradling them both, thumb caressing your calf. The movement causes your robe to expose you again and, cursing the fabric, you go to cover yourself, but Yoongi stops you.Â
âDonât bother,â he mutters. âI wanna look at it.âÂ
You raise your brows altogether, looking up at him. âYou wanna look at her?âÂ
Yoongi smirks. That dangerous tug of one corner of his mouth to the side. Your death, your undoing, the root of your submission to him. âI want to have her at my disposal.â
You gulp and Yoongi catches it, chuckling. Drifts his hand down your calf, to your heel, to the middle of your foot up to your toes. He plays with your pinky. You note the fact he changed the pronoun after you did.Â
Your arousal returns at full speed.
âDid that make you wet?â Low, low is his voiceâyou feel it prodding at your core, thrumming vehemently.Â
You blossom like your roses, thoughts put to the side.Â
âIâve been wet this entire time,â you say, zeroing in your gaze on the flick of dimness that whirls past his eyes. âFor hours.âÂ
He makes a sound of pitiful nature. âPoor baby.â Furrows his brows and juts his bottom lip out, making you weak. Lets his hand roam on your thigh. âSo you listened? You didnât touch yourself?âÂ
You merely nod your head quickly. You were too distressed to give your body the pleasure it sought. Too busy flaring your lungs with the burn of smoke. And you respected his wish enough to keep your hands to yourself.Â
Yoongi coos. âGood girl.âÂ
A flashbackâyour lips wrapping around your slick-coated finger, Yoongi praising you and⊠another pair of eyes watching. Chills spread across your arms, your stomach flipping. Thankfully, your shame is kept at bay. It relieves you.Â
âCan I feel how wet you are?âÂ
A sweet, devious smile. âIf you can manage to get to her.âÂ
You press your thighs tightly together. Yoongi looks at you as if youâve greatly offended him and alas, he turns your chair so you face him head-on. Forces your thighs apart without any strain at allâand there you feel it, the embarrassment of fucking with him, once your pussy is at complete disposal to him just like he wanted.Â
âIf your pussy wasnât so pretty, Iâd make you regret your words,â he purrs, eyes fixed on your drenched flesh, hands pushing your thighs back until your knees are at level with your shoulders, folds parting with the movement, revealing more of you. Yoongi wets his mouth with his tongue.Â
He thumbs your gleaming lips back and forth, collecting your essence, mesmerized by them. Looks at you intently.Â
âIt wouldnât hurt to say sorry, though,â he says, narrowing his eyes at you. âWould it?âÂ
You grin at him. âSorry, Yoongi.âÂ
He rubs your swollen clit in slow circles, still with his bedewed thumb, still with his eyes on you. You choke out a moan at the delight permeating through your being. âThatâs not the proper way to apologize, now is it?â
You lean your pelvis into his touch, a natural body reaction unfolding. He disapproves. You scrunch your face. âWhat should I say?âÂ
Yoongi tuts. âIâm barely touching you and you already forgot your manners?âÂ
The only answer you emit is an uncouth whine.Â
He shakes his head, putting pressure into his circles for a mere beat of time before he slaps your pussy curtly. A vivid spasm of pleasure fills you and you moan. âNeedy girl. Donât I take care of this pussy enough? Whatâs this behavior?âÂ
Another whine. A roll of your body, asking for more of his touch. âSpank her again.âÂ
A cock of his brow. Harsh, stern, evil. His hand remains propped on his thigh, shoulders hunched. âI didnât hear you say please. You wanna be bad? You want me to make you cry?âÂ
You know just how much heâs capable of doing that. You shake your head ânoâ. You want gentleness, the kind you saw in his friendâs eyesâ
You flutter your own shut to get rid of that thought. Take a deep breath.Â
âSpank my pussy again, please.âÂ
Yoongi massages the apex of your thigh, dangerously close to your cunt, squeezing the flesh every once in a while.Â
âApologize first.âÂ
âYou didnât tell me how.âÂ
He clicks his tongue and pinches your folds and your clit between his fingers. You cry out, and then Yoongi gets up to his feet, leaning over you, propping his hand on the back of your chair. He begins to swiftly spank your pussy over and over again. You just jump at every contact, moaning, eyes flicked to his, never breaking apart. Taking it, taking it so well that Yoongi kisses you nastily, licking into your mouth. Then, he grunts. Fingers flat against your clit, he moves them from side to side. Roses, a myriad of them, flood your form with their freshness and dewiness, with their beauty and delectation and you shudder, you scream, you arch your back off of the backrestâ
âSay, âIâm sorry, Yoongi. Iâm such a bad girl that I deserve every spank and Iâll take it until it hurts.âÂ
Flabbergasted and horny beyond measure, your mouth falls agape. Your brain turns into mush, the pleasure paralyzing you, your sounds now loud and obscene, the roses in you flitting, growing and murmuring. Yoongi adds more pressure to your clit and your eyes sink back into your head, his darkness wafting over to you, seeping into your skinânow completely yours.Â
You repeat after himâword for word. With a simper on your face that causes him to scowl at you, as if you dared to toy with your punishment he bestowed upon you. But then, a tongue prods the inside of his cheek and he laughs, taking a hold of his dominant role and making sure you know. He spanks your clit twice in a row, hands lifting to fondle your nipples.Â
âGood,â he praises. âYou like that, donât you? Spanks on your pussy?â
You donât like that softness. Like the personified thunder he is, it is the calm before the storm. It unnerves you, the expectation of what might come next and your disliking of it. Nonetheless, you brim with the craving to have his fingers inside of you. Your hole clenches at that and Yoongi notices, hissing under his breath. The language of the darkness rises on your tongue and you figure that if you let loose, youâll get your wish fulfilled.
âYeah, it feels so goodââ He pinches your nipples between his knuckles and you mewl, your lashes shaking at the impact, another set of wetness coating your folds. âPlease, fuck me with your fiââ
You donât even get to finish your sentence. Yoongi plunges his middle finger into your heat, cursing at your tightness, at how slippery you are and at the delight of being filled at last, you knit your brows. With his other finger, he traces the outline of your puckered mouth, his breathing hard and ragged.Â
âIâll do anything for that pout of yours, fuck, no matter if you deserve it or not,â he utters, slipping the digit inside. Instinctively, you suck on it and only then does Yoongi begin to pump you slowly. âYou just need a little roughness to be good, donât you?âÂ
Dumbly, you nod, swirling your tongue around him, but a faint, silenced part of you begs for the gentleness that you know hides somewhere deep inside his chest, never once unfurled during such intimate times.Â
You pay it no matter, too fucked out to think.Â
When he adds a second finger into your heat, he does the same thing with his other hand. Two fingers in your cunt, two fingers in your mouth. And he fucks you with both until you gag and a light flashes in his eyesâthen, he withdraws all together, leaning against the table, his bedewed fingers coming to rest at his hardened length in his pants.Â
Roses, opening. Roses, sighing.Â
You breathe heavily, needing to finish, needing to have him in your mouthâ
âYou liked being the center of attention today?â he husks, surveying your whole body, bent in half.Â
There it isâthe storm. Just what you expected. Cold sweat dribbles down your spine. And it is fear, what you feel, even when you refuse to admit it. Stiff, tempered fear that pervades each and every vein on your body, regarding being possibly degraded, being made feel dirtyâregarding, even, tasting the dark wine of his wrath.Â
Such a stark, sudden change.Â
You donât want this. You donât want any of it.
Abruptly, an internal question comes and pokes you in the middle of your forehead.
Will you succumb to it or will you, with the wildly fresh darkness within you, fight against it?
You take a deep breath, and in with the air also follows, with the little rationality you have amidst the sensuality of your lecherous appetite, the decision to take a hold of it all. To take charge. Just like he did.
You shall prioritize yourself. Your feelings, your desiresâyour roses.
Your choice envelops your fear in bubble wrap. It doesnât dissipate. And as much as it pains you, you take a mental note of that.Â
âI did,â you spit out, angered by the fact youâre afraid of your boyfriend, and so you stand your ground. âIt made me so fucking needy and I want more.âÂ
The relief that hits you almost causes you to weep and you lower your legs to the ground. Not wanting him to see the film of tears clouding your eyes, you avoid his gaze. Yoongi crosses his arms across his chest and clicks his tongue at you, disapproving.Â
âKeep your legs where they belong.âÂ
âNo.â
A lift of his brow. He crouches down to your level and cradles your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. And there he sees, under the waterfall of your hair, your emotions at his disposal. Yoongi studies you, frowns at you and you want to sob, you want to go home. Shame slithers towards your spine like a ghost, and although it keeps a distance, you feel its presence prickling your back. You cover your cleavage.Â
âWhy are you crying?â Yoongi asks, a silky murmur, eyes flicking between yours. His fingers donât caress your skin; they merely hold you firmly, making dents in the skin.Â
You donât trust that voice, dismayed by what might lie under.Â
âWhy did you do that to me?â you ask in return, and itâs a blue fire shooting out, engulfing the room in stifling heat. You catch a glimpse of its sparks in the dimness of his eyes, of how heâs momentarily stricken by it before it folds beneath the shadows.
âYou want to get fucked by someone else?âÂ
A question for a question.Â
You swallow down the lump in your throat, caused by your frustration.Â
Your devotion to him didnât let you go as far as to imagine being fucked by his friend while Yoongi watched, but the brief flash of it in your mind is enough incentive for the heat to spill into you, mingling with the darkness, turning you candescent, traveling through you until it finds your coreâand there, it stays. There, it finds home.Â
The pulse on your clit returns, filling you with abrupt energy.Â
Thereâs something about him coming up with it that makes you unhinged, but youâre so utterly sick of the instability of your feelings. You need it to stop.
âAnd what if I do?â you retort. âWhat will you do?âÂ
Truthfulness, at last.
Yoongi takes in a sharp inhale of breath, and that is the only reaction you receive from him. Nothing else on his face flickers; no wrath, no sliver of jealousy, not one thing. You stare at an empty canvas, ready for you to paint on. And you simply decide that you want to start.Â
You push his hand away from your face. Stand up to your feet. But the hardened look he gives you inclines you to sit back down.Â
You fight against it.Â
Untangling the knot on your robe, you let him see your bare femininity. The perkiness of your breasts, the long dip of your stomach that he likes to pepper kisses on. Yes, youâre aiming for his weakness.Â
And you decide to repeat history.Â
You reach your hand down, lower and lower while he stares you down, and you collect your glimmering essence. Sinking your finger into your mouth, you make a show of rolling your eyes back and moaning faintly, softly. Your other hand, in the meantime, unbuttons his pants.Â
The breath Yoongi inhaled hitches in his throat.Â
âIs this not evidence enough?â you purr, dragging down his zipper. âHow else am I supposed to show you?âÂ
You pull his manhood out as you suck on your finger, all while maintaining eye contact. You donât touch him beyond that. In fact, you withdraw your hand altogether.Â
And then, you collect your essence again.Â
This time, you smear it across his bottom lip. Yoongi lets you. Your heart thuds, threatening to jump out of your chest.Â
âYour actions during the video call told me everything,â you whisper, catching the sliver of wooziness scattering along his narrowed eyes. âAnd I think you liked it more than meâthe thought of sharing me. You canât hide it. Not when I saw it.âÂ
Yoongi growls. Then, he surprises you.Â
He parts his lips for you.Â
And the contact of the pad of your finger with his wet tongue coaxes a string of your dewiness to drip down the side of your thigh. You moan for him. Relieved, fucked up, woozy just the same. Finally, finally, finally.Â
Youâre in charge. And it feels divine.Â
His length twitches against the fabric of his T-shirt. Long, hard, drooling. Such a delight for youâand so you continue.Â
âI also think it made you hard. Not just because you called me when I was touching myself, but because your friend was right there beside you,â you purr, your voice a seductive sound of silkâleading him to wrap his lips around your digit. You moan for him, showing him how much you like that. âIsnât that right, baby?â Your walls clench at the pet name, solely due to the fact that these soft terms of endearment have always been addressed to you, never the other way around. It thrills you. âIâd always be devoted to you, even if he fucked me. Iâd look at you the entire time. If thatâs what you want. I had a different idea, but yours is justââ you pause, and again you make a show of sighing and rolling your eyes back, âbetter.âÂ
A straight hit to his core. A glee for you.Â
But you donât realize how much you fucked up until Yoongi grips your waist and the hold hurts enough that you wince.Â
And thenâthen he manhandles you.Â
Lifting you and laying you down on the table, Yoongi spreads your legs. Watches you drip, watches as the satiny fabric follows the movement of your limbs and reveals you in all your entirety. He pulls you closer to him with a sharp tug until you collide with the tops of his thighs. Bends over you. Hovers his lips above yours. You expect him to kiss youâhe even angles his head and rubs the side of his nose against yoursâbut he never does.Â
He only leaves you waiting. Leaves you submitted to your empty expectations, taking charge, taking his control back from you. You shiver in anticipation, reaching for him, however he pins your hands down on either side of you. An angel in a rose garden.Â
Yoongi chuckles, darkly, his teeth glinting in the yellow light. You fight against his hold, hips rolling against the underside of his length, beckoning him to do something, anything. You merely manage to prolong the thunder of his laughter.Â
âOne cock isnât enough for her, so baby wants two,â he spits. That smirk, the crinkles around his eyesâheâs enjoying this. The hint of degradation doesnât reflect whatâs swarming inside of him, doesnât reflect the face of pleasure coursing down his body. You smile and he scoffs. âI have enough friends for you to choose from in case you want more. I think youâd be stellar at taking three cocks. Four, even, huh? Would you have enough then? One in your tight little virgin ass, two in your cunt, one down your throat?âÂ
You gulp, frozen, eyes widening.Â
Yoongi bites his shiny lips, nudging the tip of his nose against yours. Kisses you once. Begins to rock his hips, his length sliding across your wet fleshiness. The moan that escapes your throat trembles with each delicious motion.Â
âYou watch too much porn, honey,â he coos, giving you tiny kisses on the mouth. âIâd kill anyone who would come near this pussy. And Iâd kill Jungkook, too, if he so much as glanced at her.âÂ
So thatâs his name. You mewl, knitting your brows. Thatâs his pretty name. The entirety of your form shivers at the discovery, at the pleasure given to your throbbing clit.Â
Yoongi pulls back, setting your hands free.Â
You prop your elbows on the table, pouting. Yoongi grasps his length, spreads his arousal and begins to jerk himself off.Â
âYouâre not fucking Jungkook. Youâre mine.â He groans, squeezing his tip; your hole clenches. âRub your clit.âÂ
Like him, you spread your arousal on your seashell, the arousal long caused by his presence and now the mention of his nameâthe reason behind your frustration and his, the reason why youâre spread on the dining table, why your boyfriend is hard. You rub your clit from side to side, amused.Â
âNo,â Yoongi disapproves, knowing you do the motion when you want to prolong the build-up. âCircles. Make yourself come.âÂ
You change direction, obeying him. A sly grin blossoms on your lips, dark eyes looking up into his, permeating them, permeating into his soul. You pick up the pace, moaning into your expression of elation.Â
âJungkook is such a pretty name,â you provoke and you heighten your sounds in volume and intensity just to piss him off, just to have your way.Â
A grunt escapes him, matching your pace. He wraps his fingers around your throat and squeezes. You hum.Â
âA pretty name to moan in my opinion.â A layer of sweat coats your body. Yoongi grasps your jawline firmly and your satisfied laughter inches you closer to your orgasm. You feel the hot flashes, roses surrounding youâits tender petals grazing your feverish skin. You give in, watching Yoongi do the same, his mouth in a tight line, hissing and sizzling, an open fire, an open fire you want to be radiated by, burned whole by. âJust imagine him here, watching us. Oh my god, imagine him knowing heâs the reason why you and I are doing this.âÂ
Yoongi has had enough.Â
He pushes you down harshly. Fills your hole to the hilt without letting you adjust, observing himself disappearing inside of you and begins to pound you into the table. The sound of skin slapping, the hard and quick strokes, the ravaged grunts he lets out, the fast changeâit all takes your breath away, so much that you canât, in fact, breathe. He grabs your face and makes you look at him. The dead of the night captured in his features, you absorb it, whining like the brat you are onto his mouth, mingling into your noises your approval, your yesâ.Â
Swallowing it, he kisses you, keeping his eyes open. âHe could never fuck you like this.âÂ
You laugh. He swallows that, too, moaning. âWhat if he could?âÂ
He taps you on the cheek, a warning, giving you an exceptionally hard stroke that causes you to scream. He pauses. Does it again. Over and overâand your screams echo across the room, your own soul slipping out of your body. Petals flutter against you and youâre done for, hanging off the edge. Youâre close, so terribly close. Your eyesight blurs and Yoongi pulls out entirely and rams into you. Again and again, abusing your cervix.Â
You moan his name, goneâentirely gone.Â
âYes, moan my name like that. Just mine,â he mutters. âWhoâs fucking you this good? Whoâs gonna make you come?âÂ
He rams into you more rapidly than before. Your senses leave you until all that you know is Yoongi. His name, his scent, the wholeness of the night encompassing him.Â
âYou, Yoongi, you. Fuck, Iââ
Yoongi laughs maniacally. âYes, thatâs right. Thatâs my good girl.âÂ
He rolls his hips, slowing down the coming of your orgasm, owning you. Lets your senses come back to you momentarily. You swallow, your throat dry and you blink, dazed still. Yoongi kisses you, giving you all that he took from you.Â
âWhoâs only capable of fucking you like this, honey, hm?â he asks, his voice tender and sing-song. âMy pretty honey, so fucked out. So out of it.âÂ
You whine and you donât control what comes out of you, your body answering for you. âYou, Yoongi. Youâre fucking me soâso good. I canâtâfuck. Youâre the only one.âÂ
He smiles down at you fondly, kissing your nose, then your lips, parting your mouth and swirling his tongue around yours briefly. Then he withdraws, begins to fuck you again, slowly, reaching to the side for something.Â
Once you see his phone in his hand, your heart stops. And when he puts the device to his ear, your throat dries up even more. You suddenly become aware of the silence all around, especially in your chest. You canât breathe, you canât blinkâ
Yoongi jackhammers into you, purposefully luring your loud noises out of you. âMy girlfriend wants to fuck you.âÂ
You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, the suddenness, the quickness of pleasure you havenât yet felt piercing you. Fuck hot flashes and petals, you feel a heavy urge of your orgasm closing down on you.Â
âSheâs so desperate for you, even when Iâm fucking the life out of her.âÂ
You flutter your eyes open to see Yoongi surveying you. You scrunch your faceâso close, so fucking closeâand then he puts the phone to your ear. Breathing, hard, ragged breathing fills all of your senses and you come.Â
Itâs an explosion. Roses bursting, their dew soaking you and Yoongi whole and you exit. You exit out of this situation, this world, this universe while your soul remains here with them. Vibrancy, colors so beautiful and sensations so vivid, ardent and fierce. You donât know what it is youâre feeling or where you are. That is, until Yoongiâs voice yanks you back to planet Earth, back into this world, this situationâback to them.Â
âIn fact, she just came for you. Squirted.âÂ
You sob. Overstimulated, rhapsodic, but effulgent. Yes, you emit light and glow. You can see it in Yoongiâs softened eyes.Â
âThink about it. No pressure. Just know she wonât shut up about you. I recall her saying your name would be pretty to moan while she played with her pussy. I think itâs only right you fuck it out of her.âÂ
With that, he hangs up.Â
You brim with so many emotions that it numbs you. Happy tears flow out of your tear ductsâand happily, endearingly, Yoongi chortles. You donât even feel humiliation or shame. On the contrary, youâre ready to come again.Â
Yoongi kisses you and the sounds he slips into your mouth divulge how happy he is about this, how pleased he is with himself.Â
You pout, burning your eyesight into his. He begins to rut into you.Â
âWhat, youâre not even gonna thank me?â he says, grinning, as if he wasnât fucking you at all, as if you two were still sitting at the dinner table, conversing.Â
You stammer, head empty, silencing yourself and trying again. âWhatâwhat made you change your mind?âÂ
Yoongi places open-mouthed, wet kisses along the bone of your jaw, and there he seals his answer. âI made up my mind the moment you admitted you wanted to be fucked by him, but you wouldnât shut up about him. I wanted to hear you babble for me. About me. I just had to mess you up to get to that point.âÂ
You mewl, running your hands through his sweat-slicked hair. Like a cat, he perks up to your touch, lifting his head, angling it. He kisses you, deeply. Kisses your relief.Â
âWhere are your manners, hm?â he whispers onto your mouth, giving you hard strokes that erase your vocabulary. You want to make him come and so you push against his thrusts, but to no avail. The intensity wonât allow you.Â
âThank you, Yoongi,â you murmur, cradling his face, pecking him, giving him the softest eyes you could muster so you can show him how much it means to you.Â
He approves of your effort on bettering your manners and to reward you, he lifts you up and fucks you in the air. Your breasts bounce against the material of his T-shirt, stimulating you and he alters between jackhammering into you and sliding you up and down on his length. Your pussy squelches around his girth, tightening and Yoongiâ
Yoongi loses his mind.Â
And itâs him who begins to babble when you snap your hips down on him in circles.Â
âJust like that, honey, oh fuck. So good, so good for me.âÂ
He takes it until his sounds grow in volume and you focus so much on his pleasure that you forget about yours.Â
But you donât let him take charge.Â
âLet me fuck you, please, Yoongi. I wanna make you come.âÂ
Just like you, heâs out of it and because of that, because you asked so nicely, he lets you.Â
His chest heaves, staccatos of his choked out breaths sail through the room and you can see it on his face that heâs close. Brows furrowed, bottom lip bleeding due to the way he bites hard on it, the way his mouth pops open and his eyes flutter closed.Â
You hold onto his neck with your dear life.Â
âLook at me,â you demand and swirl your hips in slow circles around his tip. âI want you to look at me when you come.âÂ
Youâre so stunned that he allows you to be in charge, even more when he truly does open his eyes and pierces his gaze into yours.Â
âI need to pull out,â he breathes, but you shake your head, snapping your hips down on him harshly.
âNo, I want your cum in me. And I want it to be inside of me when Jungkook fucks me.âÂ
Yoongi grunts and this is it for him. His cock twitches in you, over and over again and then you feel itâthe hot, thick ropes of his cum stuffing you full. Youâre so mesmerized by the feeling, by the blissfulness evident on his face, by the smoothness between his brows at last that you canât even milk him dry. Youâre frozen, stupefied by his beauty, by his personal rapture and you want to feel it in unity with him. You kiss him.Â
Itâs him who fucks him cum into you, burying it deep, moaning into your lip lock.Â
Itâs him who lays you down to your original position and briefly, feebly licks the sheen on your spread lips before devouring your clit.Â
Itâs him who gives you the fastest orgasm of your life.Â
And itâs him who tells youâin the showerâthe story of how he almost beat up Jungkook black and blue once he heard him say how pretty you are.
And itâs you who checks up on him.Â
âYou sure youâre okay with this?âÂ
Youâre stroking his hair in the bed, the duvet heavy and warm around your body and his, the night overflowing into morningâYoongi, too.Â
Heâs falling asleep, but still conscious, still here with you, purring.Â
âI wouldnât be waking him up in the middle of the night if I wasnât,â he whispers, opening his eyes to look at you, to see you enveloped in the extra blanket of the dawnâs rosy lightâglowing, throwing the sun off of its throne. âPoor guy just got out of the military and youâve already rocked his world.âÂ
You smile, fondly, thumb caressing his temple. Yoongi hums in appreciation.Â
âIâm happy for him heâs getting pussyâone thatâs mine. Before he enlisted, he spent all his time painting and getting drunk alone,â he pauses in a thought, blinking at the light. âYou still want this?âÂ
You nod, settling into his chest. Yoongi pulls you closer, tucking the duvet into the lines of your form, bringing in comfort and sleepiness.Â
âIâll make sure you have the time of your life. Iâll be here the whole time, taking care of you,â he promises against your hair and you squeeze him.Â
âHe hasnât said yes, though. He could turn me down.âÂ
âIâve seen the way he looked at you. You have nothing to fear. Heâll come to you like a puppy.âÂ
Yoongi sinks the promise onto the plane of your forehead and holds you as you drift to sleep. Happy, relieved, steamed off of all the negative things you went through. It evaporates into the dawnâfar, far away from you.Â
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