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I decided the necklace idea was dumb after I took these but STILL look how good I looked today

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His Second Wife - cregan stark x reader (request)

summary: two years following the death of cregan’s first wife, he accepts an undesired marriage proposal to rhaenyra targaryen’s daughter. rhaenyra’s daughter, who had loved cregan the moment she first met him as a young girl, immediately loves and accepts cregan’s first child as her own. yet it is still not enough for cregan to find his own love for his new wife.

cw: mean cregan😓, widow!cregan, targ!reader, loss of virginity(reader), rhaenyra’s daughter, angst to fluff, unrequited love, sex, happy ending

do yall notice i always post a long ass story usually around midnight or later ( i’m unwell)also this is long af soz it was a detailed request and I wanted it to be to a T. this is SOO long. i prolly should have done two parts… oh well @lillithsalvatore hope you enjoy it love ❤️

“How do you feel, my love?” Your mother asked, placing a warm and comforting hand on yours.

You sighed. “Nervous.”

She gave you that warm and sweet smile of hers. “I know. I hope you know this choice was not easy for me to make, as I know this was a hard task for me to place upon you.”

“I know, mother.” You say with forgiveness, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Had it been any other lord I would have surely declined but… Starks are the most honorable among men. I know your union will be blessed by the gods.”

You give her a smile, blindly trusting her words. You had met him once, and you knew he was kind. In fact, he had left a paw shaped imprint on your heart. You thought to yourself no union could be more suitable. You knew he had married once before out of a prior marital alliance, but the marriage had been short lived, lasting only a year before his first wife died in her birthing chambers.

It took more than four moons before you arrived at Winterfell, as if every power in the world was set on preventing it. You were not a superstitious person, so you simply thought all the bad things that happened prior to your marriage was coincidence.

Each time you went to leave, something prevented you. Your mother miscarried your baby sister, Lucerys was killed by Aemond, Daemon went silent at Harrenhall, Rhaena ran away and was lost in the eyrie before revealing she claimed Sheep-stealer.

You arrived in the dead of winter, and the journey had not been kind to you. You got a chill on the way up, causing you to stop at an inn for a few nights, you had came across raiders who killed one of the many men escorting you, and your clothes were ill suited for the weather.

You did eventually arrive at Winterfell thankfully, all in one piece.

You stepped out of the carriage cautiously, eyeing the snowy landscape surrounding you. It went as far as the eye could see. You held your hand out, letting the thick snowflakes fall and melt in your hand.

“My princess.” You turn to see Cregan, walking towards you. He bows, forcing a politeness. “Winterfell is yours.”

You bow in return, “No need for such formalities, Lord Stark. This is your home, and I am honored to have you welcome me here.”

He nods, choosing to say nothing else to you.

“Please show the princess to her chambers.” He says to one of the servants, then immediately turning on his heels to leave. Your jaw falls slightly, surprised at his curt demeanor.

You compose yourself, trying to hide the slight hurt in your features before making your way to your private chambers.

You bathed immediately, welcoming the hot water against your skin. No water could be hot enough for your dragon blood, but what they had drawn up for you would do nicely.

Your wedding was a week after your arrival, the lord having given you time to settle in. You had not seen him much during that week so you chose not to bother him, assuming he was busy with duties.

When you walked down that snowy path to the red weirwood, Cregan stole a glance at you. You looked beautiful, and he felt horribly guilty for thinking it. He felt like what he was doing was betraying her.

You said your vows, swearing your love before the old gods. You smiled at Cregan and he gave you a forced one in return. Guilt wracked his whole body. He felt guilty for you, knowing he wouldn’t be able to give you a union where you were loved, he felt guilty for liking your smile, he felt guilty for forgetting hers.

There was a feast following the ceremony, nothing large due to the pains of winter, but it didn’t bother you. The small gathering felt intimate, compared to southern weddings where lords and ladies travelled from all over the realm to witness it.

It was here you met Cregan’s son, Rickon.

“Hi, little one.” You said. He was only two, a fat little babe who looked just like Cregan.

“Rickon, this is my new wife.” Cregan said. The way he worded it made you twitch, it had sounded so strained. He didn’t even use your name. You told the boy the name he could call you, but he said nothing as he hid behind his father’s leg.

“I apologize.” Cregan said, his voice showing no sign that he actually was sorry.

“It is alright, my lord. He is just a babe. He and I will have time to get to know each other.” You said. Cregan tensed up, suddenly remembering again this union was forever.

“Excuse me, princess.” He said, turning and walking away with Rickon. Your heart sunk a bit. You could start to sense it now, Cregan was not in the slightest invested in your union together. You felt lost, out of place suddenly.

You sat back down at the high table, overwhelmed with nervousness. You bit at your nails and the skin around them, biting until they bled. You missed your mother dearly. Being here, in this room among strangers who didn’t care much for southerners to begin with, made you feel small.

You had sat there for an hour or two, not moving or eating once, save for your cuticles.

Cregan came to you, not noticing your nervous state. If he had noticed, he chose to ignore it. “I’ve put Rickon down… Would you please accompany me to my chambers?”

You looked at him, the nail bed of your thumb resting between your teeth. You nodded, standing and staring at the hall one last time. You locked eyes with a man, who noticed you both about to take your leave.

“Is it time for the bedding ceremony, Lord Stark?” The man asked, erupting a few cheers from the men mostly.

“No!” Cregan nearly barked the order. “There will be no bedding ceremony.”

The men in the crowd shuffled awkwardly at his outburst but accepted.

“Princess.” Cregan said, walking away and not waiting to see if you were following.

You did anyway, struggling to keep up with his quick pace. You had the sense he wanted this to be over with quickly.

He held the door as you both entered his chambers. You took in your surroundings. It was a clean and large kept room with a lit hearth and a large bed. A thought passed your mind, even though you tried to push it down.

Did he share these chambers with her?

Cregan began to take off his armor and furs, again not watching to see if you did the same, only assuming you were. If you weren’t, he didn’t care.

“Um, could you help, my lord?” You asked, referring to the laces of your white wedding dress.

He sighed, walking over to you as you turned your back to him. Your eyes welled with tears, but you tried to hide it.

His hands were gentle with the laces, not tugging at them as you expected him to. He obviously had experience doing this before.

He grew emotional as he undid your dress, but he hid it well. It was a weird sense of deja vu. Your hair looked like hers from the back and he felt like he was back at his first wedding.

You pushed the dress off, revealing the sheer linen soft dress underneath. He hadn’t moved from behind you, trying to maintain his composure. You walked away from him, lying on the bed and biting your nails again.

He finished disrobing besides his briefs, and you stole a glance at his back. It was huge, muscular and scarred.

He walked over to the bed, getting between your legs and pushing up your shift.

“Is this alright with you, princess?” He asks. “We need not consummate this if you are not ready.”

For the first time it seemed like he kinda cared about how you felt. His hand still had a hold of your shift, which was resting on your pelvic bone.

You nodded, “Is it alright with you, Lord Stark?”

He nodded, pushing your shift up the rest of the way to reveal your chest. He wanted to fall on his sword for the way he kept stealing glances at your breasts.

He pushed his briefs down, and you choked on your breath at the reveal of his length.

“Oh, gods.” You mumbled under your breath.

He rubbed himself against your slit, and your heart stilled for a minute. The feeling was foreign and intense.

He gently grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your mouth. You hadn’t even realized you were still doing it, it was starting to become like breathing. A natural, unintentional habit.

Your hands fell to his biceps to steady yourself. You looked at him, but he did not meet your gaze. He instead bowed his head, watching himself enter inside you.

You dug your nails into his arm, gasping in shock. He gently shushed you, telling you it was okay.

“Please, please.” You said, not knowing what you were even pleading for.

“What?” He asked gently, his voice low and almost mimicking of your whining. It sent a shiver up your spine.

He was slow and gentle with you, not in it for any pleasure himself.

You touched his chest and his hair and his arms, and while he didn’t stop you he made no effort to touch you himself. His hands rested beside your head, holding up his weight.

Your hands found his arms again and you moaned softly, feeling your peak building in your stomach. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his head, moaning as you spilled onto him. He closed his eyes as he felt it, and guilt wracked him again.

He gently pulled out of you and stood up, immediately dressing himself into his nightwear. You pushed your shift back down and pulled the linen covers over you, immediately going back to biting your nails at his reaction.

He laid beside you, not facing you and not saying anything.

You said nothing, but it hadn’t gone unnoticed how he intentionally avoided spilling himself into you.

———

It had been 3 months since your arrival to Winterfell, and you had adjusted as well as you could given the circumstances.

You did not often see your lord husband, but you were used to it. He spent a lot of his free time in the crypt where she was. It hurt, but you gave him his peace and he appreciated that you didn’t hover.

“Mummy!”

“Sh, sh, love.” You say as Rickon runs into your chambers.

Cregan did not like when Rickon called you his mother. He’d gotten upset with you a few times over it, and you assured him you would correct Rickon when it happened.

“Mummy.” He repeated. You giggled. pulling him into your lap. You shook your head and tapped his nose, saying, “Nooo. Not mummy.”

“Mummy.” He laughed, and you ran your fingers through his thick brown curls.

“What ever will we do with this mop on your head, my son?”

“He is not your son.” You turned to see Cregan standing in the door way. “And his hair is fine.”

“Apologies, my lord.” You said, curtly. He ignored your attitude.

“Come, Rickon.” He said, beckoning his son.

“No, mummy.” Rickon whined, holding you.

“Go see papa.” You told him, and with your blessing Rickon ran to Cregan.

Cregan gave you a cold stare as he left, and you returned the favor.

You were growing ever so agitated with your husband. He had welcomed you into Winterfell, but not his heart. The only time you both had shared a bed was the night of your wedding, to which Cregan had made sure not to give you an heir.

You had no one. Rickon had you, Cregan had you even if he did not want you, yet you were alone here in Winterfell.

You decided to write to your mother on Dragonstone, requesting for Jacaerys to pick you up on dragon back so you could visit your family and hopefully receive advice. You had left your dragon, Silverwing, at home. You did not want to disrespect the already hesitant northern people, and you did not want Silverwing to be cold or hungry.

That night when you were brushing your hair before bed, there was a knock on your door.

“Come in.” You looked in the mirror and saw Cregan’s half sister, Sara, enter.

“Hi, Sara.” You said. She came up behind you, taking the brush from your hand and slowly combing it through your hair. You two had formed a unique bond, given you were both considered outcasts in Winterfell. You were a southerner, she was a bastard. They were two sides of the same coin here in Winterfell.

“I heard what happened today.” She said, and you hummed mindlessly. “My brother can be a bastard.”

You smiled at her in the mirror. “Is that so?”

She nods. “I wish I knew what to do, Sara.”

“We northerners love hard, princess. We are unwaveringly loyal. The wound of losing Aly is still fresh in my brother’s heart. Give him time. He knows you love Rickon, and that scares him. I don’t know why.”

“Was Aly pretty?” You ask.

“You have a southern beauty we do not see often in the North. Aly was not a beautiful woman, but she was a fierce fighter. That is how history will remember her. She was born fighting, and she died fighting. I know you are a fierce fighter as well, princess. You are the blood of the dragon. Do not let the grief my brother holds make you feel small.” She kisses the back of your head. “Throw a fucking book at his head if he acts like that again.”

You laugh, her joke comforting you. She turns and leaves you alone, your head clouded with thoughts of Aly.

You heard back from Jacaerys within a few days that he would arrive shortly to bring you home. You had not yet told Cregan, as you knew he wouldn’t care anyway.

A few days following the letter from the raven, it was Sara’s name day. Cregan had decided to celebrate with a feast, one bigger than your wedding.

You all sat at the high table, your husband and sister in law drinking heavily. Although Cregan was a big man, the amount of ale he consumed that night seemed enough to kill a horse.

“My princess.” A servant rested her hand on your shoulder. You and Cregan both turned to look at her, and she grew nervous, not expecting Cregan to pay any attention or perhaps she would not have asked the princess the request. “Rickon has had a nightmare and wants no comfort of the maids. He is requesting you by name specifically, princess.”

You turn to look at Cregan for his approval. He gives a quick nod, which you hadn’t expected. Perhaps he only obliged since Rickon had requested you by your name, rather than requesting his “mother.”

You walked with the maid to his chambers, opening the door.

“Mummy.” He said through sniffles. You turned to face the maid.

“I thought he requested me by my name.” You said.

“That is your name, princess… to him.” The maid closed the door.

You turn to face Rickon with a gentle sigh. “You know papa doesn’t like that word.”

“Mummy.” He just says again. You walk to his bed, fitting yourself in to lay with him. He cuddles into your chest, and you play with his hair to help him sleep.

“Say it okay.” He says.

“Hm? What do you mean, child?” You ask.

“She say it okay to call you mummy.”

“Who?”

“Mummy did.”

“No, you have to call me my name, sweet boy.”

“Not you, mummy. My other mummy said it okay.”

“You confuse me, Rickon.”

“Mummy says ignore papa.” You chuckle softly.

“Sleep now, my love.” You say, and he slowly falls asleep while you hum him a soft song.

You rise, tucking him in and giving his head a kiss.

You open his door to return to the feast, and Cregan is there waiting.

You gasp, covering your mouth quickly to not wake Rickon.

“Gods, you scared me!” You whisper/yell at him. He says nothing, his eyes in a glossy and drunken haze.

You close the door, nearly standing chest to chest with him.

“I heard you sing to him.” He says softly. “Where did you learn that song?”

“He taught me it.” You say, as you go to step past him when he stops you.

“Cregan?” You say confused, turning to look up at him.

He takes your cheeks in your hands and slams his lips on yours. You freeze for a second in shock, before immediately returning the kiss. He presses you against the door, and you moan into him as you quickly grow wet with Cregan’s sudden change of behavior.

He moves to press gentle kisses on your neck, biting softly here and there. His fingers dig into your hips, grinding himself into you. You moan softly, trying not to cause too much noise against the door.

“Not here.” You moan. He avoids your eyes, taking your hand and pulling you further down the hall to his chambers. It was only your second time in his room. He lifted you into his strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing you against the wall.

You both hadn’t even undressed, but you loved the thrill. Your husband finally wanted you after three long grueling months. He pushed your dress up to your waist as you unlaced his breeches.

He took you there against the wall of his chambers, fucking you so sweetly, fucking you in a way that would surely produce an heir.

Your moans filled the halls, and the servants began to spread word that the lord had finally moved on from his first wife.

He carried you to the bed, placing you along the edge as he stood, fucking you with sloppy and drunken thrusts.

You moaned his name, both of you drawing so close to your peak as your hands rested against his stomach. He leaned closed to you as hand moved beside your head to hold his weight, and the other moved under your lower back to lift you slightly off the bed and pull you more into him. The angle sent you over the edge, crying and moaning his name.

Your moans pushed him over, but his next words made you sick.

“Fuck, Alysanne.” He groaned, burying his head in your neck and spilling his seed into you.

You gasped, not even sure you heard him right.

He kissed your neck a few times and then rolled off you, not noticing the look on your face.

You laid there unmoving, still in your dress which was now damp with sweat, and your thighs now sticky with Cregan.

He fell asleep the second his head hit his pillow, still in his clothes.

You choked back a sob, moving your hand to your mouth so he wouldn’t waken. In reality, you could’ve started screaming and he wouldn’t have woke, or even shuffled.

You exited his chambers, trying not to be sick on the way to yours.

“My sister!” Sara drunkenly yelled as she seen you in the hallway. She took notice of your disheveled dress and hair. “Oh my gods, did you and Cregan just…?”

You ignored her, but she noticed the tears on your face. “Wait, sister what is wrong? What happened?”

You slammed the door in her face, throwing yourself into your pillow and screaming.

—

“Mother would be furious if she knew you were sleeping this well past sunrise.”

You groaned, lifting your head from the pillow to find the voice in the room.

“Jacaerys?” You said, when your eyes landed on him.

“I take it the feast for Sara Snow was a success.” He says, making fun of you. Your hair was sticking to your face, wet with a mixture of tears and drool.

“I guess you could say that.” You said, wiping your hair to the side.

“You’re disgusting.” He says.

“Gods, five minutes you’ve been here and you already frustrate me! Get out!” You say, both of you immediately teasing and arguing like you had never left home.

You push him out of your room.

“Don’t touch me, wench!” He whines, smacking your arms.

“Piss off! Go harass the bloody Lord of Winterfell.”

“I’d rather harass the Lady.” You push him out of your doors, turning and pressing your back to slide down the wall.

You hear him knock again and you rise to your feet, angry. “Jace, I said-“

You don’t finish your sentence, since as you open the door it’s Sara.

“I wanna talk about last night.”

“I don’t.” You say, going to close the door on her before she pushes it back open.

“What happened?” She asks, angry. She closes the door behind her and follows you to the bed. You sit on the edge and rest your elbows on your thighs, burying your face in your hands.

“Did my brother hurt you?” She asks, worried.

“No, no.”

She rests on her knees in front of you, placing her hands on your knees. “Tell me what happened.”

You sigh, trying to hold back your tears, but you cannot. “We had sex.”

“Isn’t that good? What went wrong?”

“He called me Alysanne.” You sob out.

“Oh, no.” She says, moving to sit beside you and wrap her arms around you.

“I cannot stay here no longer, Sara. I am being haunted by Alysanne. I find letters she wrote to Cregan, her clothes, her weapons. Rickon thinks I am her and Cregan wishes I was.”

“I am sorry, princess.” She says, sadly. “I thought I knew my brother better than that… Perhaps, if you talk to him about these past few months things can be different. Just give it a try, yes? You have your brother here now. You can leave if things do not work and the marriage can be annulled.”

You did not even wish to think of that possibility. It would be so shameful for both of your houses. You would do everything in your power to make it work.

You cleaned yourself up and went to Cregan’s chambers, knowing he would be hungover.

And you were right.

You entered his room without knocking, finding him in a bath with a warm rag over his eyes. Three times now you’ve been in his chambers.

“You can set it on the table.” He says, not moving the rag.

“What?”

“Oh.” He says, his voice changing in tone. “I thought you were the maid.”

You say nothing, unsure of where to even begin.

“Can whatever you’ve barged into my chambers for wait until I am done.” He asks, only the question is more of a statement.

“No.” You say, angry. You walk over to him and pull the rag off his eyes. He squints at the brightness, then gagging on the air as if he might be sick. “We’re going to talk, Cregan. We’ve been married for months and I don’t think we’ve ever truly had a conversation once. It is all I am asking. You could at least give me that. You’ve given me the cold shoulder for three months, and I’m tired of it. I’ve helped raise your son, I’ve loved you and I’ve cared for you even when you didn’t want it. You owe this to me.”

He sighs, defeated. “You are right in that, my princess. I apologize. We can talk later, alright?”

“No, Cregan. We will talk now.”

“You wouldn’t rather talk when I am of a clear headspace?”

“No. Now.” You say. He sighs again.

“Say your piece.”

The words left your mind the second he said that. You had this conversation in your head many times before, but now it was here and you could not handle the heat of the moment.

He raised his eyebrow at you, as if you were dumb.

“Oh, do not do that. I thought you Starks were supposed to be the most honorable among men. This whole marriage I have been treated with everything but. You are a disrespectful man, Stark. I am truly sorry about Alysanne-“

“Do not speak to me about my wife, ever!” He yells, pointing at you.

“I am your wife!” You cry out. “You chose me, whether you were ready for another marriage or not! I left my home, my family, my dragon to be with you! If I cannot have your love, is it too much to ask for your fucking respect?!”

He goes quiet for a few moments, “You have always had my respect, princess… and I know I have erred in the way I’ve treated you these past moons. But this marriage is just a duty. Nothing more, nothing less. This marriage is not out of love… so do not expect me to love you back.”

You laugh, dryly. “You called me Alysanne last night… Do you remember that? No… I suppose you were too drunk. You never would have touched or cared for me like that sober.”

He says nothing, but his hands grip the side of the tub and his face is contorted with anger. You rise, hiding any sort of emotion on your face.

“The dead don’t need lovers. Only the living.” You said. He threw his rag at the door as you walked out, not even granting him a second glance.

The memories of last night flooded back to him, and he rested his face in his hands, crying at his behavior. He had let down Aly, his son, and you.

He did care about you, he did love you in his own way. He just didn’t know how to show it. He didn’t want to show it. If he had shown it, he only would have betrayed Aly even more.

You went down to the crypt, somewhere you had never gone before. You had no reason originally, no people to mourn.

You stood in front of her plot, staring at the statue of her. She had been a skinny girl, with long dark hair and ‘plain’ features. You thought she was a beauty in her own way. You saw why Cregan loved her.

You cried. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help him.”

Your hand touched her statue, then you stood and left the crypt.

You said goodbye to Rickon, Sara, and then you left with your brother on dragon back, ready to be home with your true family.

———

“You’re a fucking fool, brother.”

“You think I don’t know that? Gods.” Cregan rested his head in his hands. He had sent every raven in Winterfell to Dragonstone, yet not one had responded in the weeks since you’d left.

“We’ll be lucky if the bloody queen doesn’t declare war on us for you scorning her daughter.”

“I am trying here, Sara! I’ve sent my ravens, I’ve sent men to retrieve her. There is nothing more I can do!”

Sara slammed her hands on the table. “Go and get her your bloody self, Cregan. The trip to Dragonstone will give you plenty of time for reflection.”

Sara turned to leave, and Cregan knew it was his only option of getting you back here. He would go and get you and make things right. He had to.

You had your own time for reflection, riding home with Jacaerys made you realize how much you missed being on dragon back.

Your mother of course welcomed you with open arms, but was wracked with guilt that you and Cregan’s union was not working. You paid it no mind however, spending your days patrolling Dragonstone on Silverwing.

Cregan had taken his horse and a few men to retrieve you from Dragonstone. The trip by horse was long, more than several weeks.

The entire time he rode in silence he thought of you. He thought of your last conversation and the final words you had said to him. The dead don’t need lovers. And you were right. Alysanne would not have wished to see him treat you how he had, she would not have wanted Cregan to spend his time sulking or being angry. He only wished he had realized it before he left.

He loved you. If only it hadn’t taken you leaving for him to realize. You were kind, gentle, beautiful. Traits Alysanne didn’t have but it was what seperated you from her. It had been how he was able to find his own kind of love for you, even when he didn’t consciously realize it yet. His own bitterness from losing Aly had made forget his honor.

Cregan arrived about two moons after you had left. He was aching, frustrated, and desperate by the time he reached Dragonstone.

It was dark, pouring rain, and you were playing with your brothers Viserys and Aegon when he arrived.

“Your Grace!” A knight came into the room shouting. Your mother looked up from her book. “Cregan Stark of Winterfell has arrived and requests an immediate audience with you and the princess.”

Your mother looked at you, and you looked like you’d seen a ghost. Your heart sank and your face went pale, but you nodded.

You met him inside the council chambers with your mother and his men. He was soaked, shivering. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, that was how nervous you were.

“Cregan.” You said, walking towards him and pushing him by his arms to the hearth to warm him up. It was another thing he loved about you, your protective nature, so he said it.

“I love you.”

“Cregan…”

“Love her?” You both looked at your mother, whose face was angry. “You love my daughter?”

“Your Grace.” Cregan said, removing his sword and bending his knee. “I’ve come to beg your forgiveness.”

She walked towards you both. “It is not mine you need to beg for… I sent my only daughter to you, and you spurn her for your dead wife?!”

“Mother!”

“You will not interrupt the Queen when she is speaking.” She commands you. “What do you have to say for yourself, Lord Stark?”

He stands. “I have nothing to say, Your Grace. You are right. My behavior was unacceptable. The princess deserved none of it.”

“Why are you here?” Your mother asks him.

“I’ve come to ask the princess to return home.” Your mother scoffs at him.

She looks at you, then back to him. “You are lucky it is not my decision to make.”

She turns and exits, leaving and commanding his men to wait outside the doors so you both could be alone.

You were even more nervous with just the two of you in there. It is silent for a few moments before you speak.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” You ask Cregan.

“It took you leaving for me to realize I love you.” He says, taking your hands in his. You roll your eyes, taking your hands back and stepping away.

“I can’t believe you.” You say, starting to sob.

“I know, I know.” He steps closer to you again, taking you in his arms as you cry into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“I loved you, Cregan.” You say, crying. “Since I was a girl I loved you. I thought you were different from other men. But, you’re just like the rest.”

Cregan cries into your hair. “I’m so sorry, my princess. I’m so, so sorry.”

You both stand there, holding each other and crying.

“Please come home.” He says. “Let me take you home.”

“Rickon misses his mother, Sara misses her sister… I miss you, you my wife.”

You pull away to look at him, trying to read his normally stoic features. You can see he means it.

“Okay.”

———

You returned to Winterfell on Silverwing, no longer having the strength to remain apart from your dragon.

Cregan had to endure another long and grueling trip back to Winterfell, which you enjoyed knowing he was suffering while you road through the skies.

Rickon had cried tears of joy when you returned, and a week later when Cregan arrived Rickon cried again.

You and Cregan had remained in seperated chambers while you still navigated your marriage, but Cregan made a point to spend every moment of his free time with you.

But you had been keeping a secret from him.

After you returned home to Dragonstone originally, your blood never arrived. The maester determined you were with a babe, which would arrive several moons away in the dead of winter.

Your thick furs and dresses made it easier to hide from Cregan, as you were not ready to tell him.

The babe had complicated things. If you had not been pregnant, you might not have returned to Winterfell when Cregan came for you. But you knew you had a duty, and you believed if Cregan could love you then you could fix your union.

Cregan had indeed put the work in the second he arrived home. He attended to you, conversed with you, ate with you, laughed with you, but gave you the space you needed and gave you the option to be intimate with him when you were ready.

It was strangely like falling in love all over again. You blushed around each other, got nervous and flushed, made each other’s hearts race, shared a first kiss when you were both ready.

Cregan had undoubtedly fallen madly in love with you, and he regretted not taking the time to do it sooner. He couldn’t make up the time he lost being afraid. All he could do now was love you without guilt, love you without fear, love you without shame.

Normally Cregan always knocked on your chamber doors before entering, but for some reason this time he hadn’t. He didn’t know why he didn’t knock, he didn’t know if it happened unconsciously or if he was too busy wrapped up with his thoughts.

Either way, he entered without knocking and by that point the cat was out of the bag.

He said your name, greeting you with a smile, only for it to fall off his face as if it had never been there.

You were in the bath, relaxing in the burning water, but that wasn’t the problem. He’d seen you naked, although it hadn’t been for a few months by this point, but him accidentally invading your privacy wasn’t the problem either.

It was the bump in your belly that was a problem.

Your head turned sharply, covering your chest quickly. “Cregan!”

“Sorry.” He said quickly, turning around to avoid disrespecting you.

“It’s fine.” You said, dropping your arm from your chest. “You just gave me a fright.”

He said nothing for a moment, only continuing to face the wall.

“What is that?” He finally asked. You sighed, stepping out of the tub and into your robe.

You walked up behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to face you now, and his eyes fell down to your other hand resting on the small bump in your stomach.

“Perhaps it’s time we talk.”

“You think?” He spits at you, immediately apologizing after. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to be cross with you.”

You said nothing, walking over to the seats by the hearth hoping he would follow.

He did, and he sat next to you, his eyes never leaving your belly.

“Can I?” He asked, gesturing to your stomach. You nodded, untying your robe so that you were bare. You grabbed his hand, bringing it to the small bump.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have accommodated for you, made sure you were comfortable.”

“Truth be told it’s been hard for me to accept I’m truly with a child.” You say, “The reality had not set in until… well until you just now found out... I am sorry, Cregan. I should not have kept it from you.”

He chokes back a sob. “Feels like just yesterday Alysanne had Rickon.”

“He will be overjoyed to know he will have a little brother or sister.” You tell him. He looks at you, his face full of emotion.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and before you can even finish nodding your head, you’re already leaning in to kiss him.

“I love you. I love you so much, my wife.” He says in between kisses.

His hand did not move once from your stomach the whole night.

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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | ch. i

✑ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.

pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, slight actor!taehyung x ceo!reader

genre/AU: angst, smut, loverstoexesto ?, unrequited love

word count: 3,328

Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, mention of gossip columns and unequal treatment of how oc is portrayed post-divorce, hint of differences between men and women in the business world, oc struggling to be professional, both care about each other and are not toxic but oc fell in love, oc has the need to groom him a little out of habit, talks about Bam, feat, Namjoon and Taehyung, and sexual content

sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, desk s*x, d*rty talk, oc is on bc, handjob, swearing, making out, neck kisses, clothed s*x, impulsive s*x, light praising, growling, some minor petnames (baby, Kook), mention of threesome, recalling of past sexual events

playing: Unkiss Me

a/n: uh…this one has been in my drafts and idk its kinda angsty but I decided I will share it. Enjoy! 🥰

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From the moment he stepped into your office, Jungkook could tell every ounce of color was drained from your face. All except for your puffy red eyes that is, which he knows you've been rubbing fervently to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks.

He doesn't blame you for it though–you're his ex-wife.

Recent ex-wife that is.

For three years the two of you masqueraded as the perfect power couple; appearing completely in love to the public eye in hopes of forming an unshakable business partnership (transaction more like). You attended charity balls together, collaborated on several work projects, and attended countless corporate functions to establish both your presence in your respective industries.

That's right, you and Jungkook were in an arranged marriage and it would have flourished into a classic love story if it wasn't for one obvious detail–you're the only one that fell in love.

Despite all the times he's called you "stunning" when you dolled up for formal events or that you "feel so good" during late-night sex, Jungkook never truly loved you. He cared about you, did his best not to intentionally hurt you, and even tried loving you back; thinking he could fall for you with time.

But the most he could ever see you as is a friend, a beautiful friend, though a friend nonetheless. He knows how much it pains you, especially after you've held out hope that he'll want you the same way someday. This one embarrasses you the most which he wishes it wouldn't.

Well, Jungkook doesn't want to trap either of you in a loveless marriage any longer. So even if it means being the center of gossip columns for a while, he's giving you a divorce so you can find the right person to share your love with.

After all, you deserve it; you both do.

Today's day one of looking at one another as exes and it's bittersweet, to say the least. The only factor that would make this worse is if children were in the equation, but there aren't any.

"Thanks for letting me swing by __," he speaks first, doing his best to conjure up a genuine smile. The black floral button-up he's wearing suits him well and his smooth chest peaking out near the collar is far too tempting, yet you know better than to let your eyes linger.

"Of course," you answer and grab a small box from behind your desk. "These are 100% yours so I wouldn't keep them from you." Jungkook takes the box of belongings from your hands with slight hesitation. You're keeping a brave front for the sake of civility and professionalism.

He doesn't blame you for that either.

As a CEO of a large multinational corporation himself, Jungkook's no stranger to the age-old philosophy that that office is no place to let your personal woes get out of hand; you have a team to lead and a reputation to uphold. The latter is proving to be harder for you than him, however, being that the media is portraying you as some kind of she-devil, spinster, or worse of all—a cheater.

Jungkook plans to personally make sure those articles get removed from the public eye before the end of the week. (Not that he'll tell you though.)

"I still could have dropped by the house to pick these up if it'd been easier. I feel bad for interrupting your work day over a couple of old books, records, and dog toys." He watches you nod silently as he vocalizes the inconvenience of it all; he really doesn't have to but he does it anyway.

"No, it's alright. You haven't been to the house since you moved out, so I thought it'd be better if we met here instead." You pause to check the time. "If there's anything you think of that you might've forgotten later, just let me know. In the meantime, I have a meeting in twenty so..."

"He misses you."

"I'm sorry?"

"Bam, I mean." Jungkook throws the box under an arm and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera gallery until he gets to one particular photo of a red and tan Doberman. "He hates the new place and all he does is sulk by the door."

Your heart's already struggling to settle down from the painful reality that the man you love is leaving you, let alone being reminded of another forced separation. Bam's the closest thing to a baby that either of you ever had and he was one of the few things that bonded you and your now ex-husband together.

Being Jungkook's dog, however, he couldn't stay with you. That means no more visiting the dog park, sneaking treats behind Jungkook's back, and snuggling together in the king-size bed after a stressful day.

"I'm sure he just wants his favorite chew toy that's been held hostage at the house," you joke lightly, thinking it simpler to spin the topic. It's similar to what Jungkook does when he uses flowery language to soften the cold hard truth of your divorce; that he doesn't love you and he can't ever. "Give Bam a lot of attention for me. I miss him too."

"Of cour—shit!" When Jungkook moves to slip his phone back into his pocket he loses his balance, causing the box with his belongings to spill out on your office floor. Naturally, you kneel down to help him clean up the mess. It's not until your fingers reach for the same item and come into contact with each other that you quickly retract your hand. "Sorry, did I shock you?" He asks gently and tosses the last item into the box before standing up.

"No, you didn't." You rise to your feet as well, until you're face to face with him. This time it's closer than before. His hooded eyes stare straight into yours and you can't believe it takes being inches from his face to notice how bloodshot his eyes are. "You look exhausted. You should go home and rest Kook." The petname is out before your brain tells you to stop.

Jungkook's eyes widen, the corner of his lip subtly quirking up for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Don't worry about me __. I probably get more breaks than you do. But thanks." He briefly glances at the ticking Snoopy clock behind you, a Christmas gift he gave you as a joke last year. "You still have that?"

You look over your shoulder at the small, Snoopy-shaped digital clock on your desk. Ten minutes until your next meeting. "It's cute and it makes for a great conversation starter with clients so I guess so. If you want me to give it ba—"

"Keep it," he interrupts. "Please, it was a gift and I'd like you to have it if you enjoy it." Jungkook gnaws on his lip before continuing. "Speaking of clients and business partners, I should make myself scarce now shouldn't I?"

"Yes. I do have that meeting soon." But once he leaves, neither of you is sure when you'll see the other again aside from the odd charity event. The Annual Winter Gala in December is one that particularly comes to mind.

Most high-ranking executives like yourselves attend the function to keep up appearances and to network with other professionals. Last year, you and Jungkook were the center of attention however now that you're divorced, you fear you'll be avoided like the plague—they always preferred Jungkook over you anyway.

"You're forming a new partnership with that actor, right? Kim Taehyung? I read an inkling about it online yesterday." He also read his whole biography too. The man is equally handsome as he is altruistic and kind.

"Nothing's signed and sealed yet. I'm sure you've heard that he's gotten dozens of other offers on the table. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't nabbed him yet."

"Yeah, we don't need...wait sorry, let me rephrase that. We aren't ready for a new partner or merger yet."

You can read between the lines despite Jungkook's correction. His company is thriving more than yours in every way, so he doesn't need the help of a third-party endorser...like you. Well, you're not doing too shabby yourself and this isn't simply about fame and fortune you want to argue.

The head poking through your door stops you from following through on that last line.

"Mrs. Jeon—shit." Your secretary Kim Namjoon screws his eyes shut at his drastic misstep. "Ms. __, Kim Taehyung called and said he'll be a bit late due to unexpected delays during his filming today. He apologizes profusely but is on his way over now. Sajangnim," he bows at Jungkook respectively.

"That's fine, Namjoon, thank you. You can send him in whenever he gets here. Mr. Jeon was just about to leave and I had the rest of my day cleared."

"Of course. I'll let him know to come in." Your secretary nods and shuts the door. Jungkook shifts between his feet once Namjoon is out of sight, a habit he's picked up that tells you he has more to say.

"Was there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" You shuffle a few files on your desk, prepping for your meeting with Taehyung. At this point, you're not even looking at Jungkook.

"Mr. Jeon? I think I prefer when you call me Kook more," he mutters, allowing his line of sight to catch a glimpse of your lips. "Can I...kiss you? Before I go."

The question knocks the wind out of your lungs and you instantly lift your head up toward him. "Kiss me?" You gulp slowly, then shake your head. "No, I'd rather we not. Goodbye kisses aren't really my thing." You couldn't be a bigger liar, evident from the sudden churning in your gut. Having Jungkook's lips on yours was the best and worst moments of your entire relationship but you have to fight yourself....your innate desires that tell you to say yes.

"Okay, I understand. What about a hug?"

"Jungkook..."

"I'm sorry, I'm pushing. Thanks again for my stuff." He gestures at the box under his arm. "I hope your meeting with Kim Taehyung goes well. Maybe I'll see you both at the next Winter Gala." He makes a beeline for the door.

"Wait!"

Jungkook stills in his tracks as he watches you stride in front of him. He's unsure what you stopped him for until your hands reach out towards his shirt collar, smoothing the delicate material down. A light smile plays on his face as you do this, though he says nothing aside from a simple 'thanks'.

"It was bothering me the whole time." You finish fixing his collar and peer up into his Bambi eyes. Out of all the potential suitors, you wish Jeon Jungkook didn't become your husband. It's not like you got to keep him or anything.

Jungkook once again flickers his gaze toward your barely parted lips. And this time, you do the same for him. Before either of you have time to back out you lean forward and kiss him.

It's a hard kiss too. Painful but so inviting that neither of you pulls away.

With his free hand, Jungkook snakes a hand around your waist to hug you close. Having his fingers pressed against the small of your back is so familiar and all you can do is deepen the kiss.

You're obviously not the only one that gets a sense of pleasure from this because, in a matter of seconds, the box from under Jungkook's arm falls to the ground. He then places his second hand on the side of your neck and jawline which you lean into, exposing the other side of your neck.

"Jungkook," you gasp when his lips attach themself to the soft skin, sucking lightly. His teeth come out and nip too. "Wait, we can't do this, we shouldn't. Taehyung, he'll be here soon."

"That would have sounded so convincing if you didn't just moan the words, baby." He walks you backward until you're forced to sit atop your mahogany desk.

"Don't call me that." You allow him to push up your pencil skirt and spread your thighs until your panties are the only material he sees. You decided to go with black lace today, his favorite now that you think about it.

"Did you—"

"No, they weren't for you."

A brief growl leaves the man's rose-tinted lips. "In that case, we don't need them." He places both hands on your hips and brings you into another kiss, messier than before. His tongue shoves between the seam of your lips to lick every crevasse he can. He hasn't kissed you like this for months and to be brutally honest, he's missed it as much as you.

Jungkook hasn't been with anyone else since marrying you either, which means he's completely adjusted to your body, your preferences, and what turns you on. The same applies to you so while he's busy shoving his tongue down your throat, you palm his half-harden bulge through his trousers.

"Mm," he groans and bucks his hips into your hand. You smile at how well you've managed to draw a response from him. With a little burst of confidence, you hastily move to unbuckle his pants. "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kisses.

You decide not to answer, preferring to reach inside his trousers to take his length out. You make sure to pump it a few times until he's fully hard. Jungkook has a gorgeous dick, and that takes a lot for you to admit.

"Fuck, that's it." He says with gritted teeth, now watching your hand as it moves up and down his cock. "Get me how you want me."

"We don't have much time." You slide your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide apart, which makes Jungkook's eyes dilate about 10 meters. "Fuck me, please." One last time. Make love to me one last time.

"Are you sure? I don't have a condom."

"It's okay, I'm on birth control. As long as you're still clean then its fine."

"I am. I got tested recently. But are you sure you want this?"

You glance at his pulsating length, tip leaking with pre-cum, and swallow hard. "Hurry."

"Fuck, okay." Jungkook wastes not another second and guides you flat on your back, his hands resting on either side of your body. The coolness of your desk has you shiver slightly. He then urges you to raise your legs until they can wrap loosely around his slim waist. And as if second nature, you link your arms around his neck as he eases him into you. He's able to bottom out without much effort thanks to how wet you've become.

"Oh god." Your back arches off the surface of your desk as Jungkook thrusts into you. They're only practice thrusts at first to get you re-adjusted to his size, yet the pleasure zipping down your spine already has your eyes rolling up.

You shouldn't be doing this at all. Your conscious whispers to again to which you blindly dismiss. You'll enjoy it now and tomorrow, start a new—another lie you tell yourself.

"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so wonderful for me," he chants while pushing his cock in and out of you, the speed of his movements picking up to an insane rate. Jungkook never had an issue with quickies so he's likely in his element now. "You know what this reminds me of?" He cocks a smirk and kisses down your neck.

"Hm?"

"That time when we were abroad for a weekend conference. Remember when we stopped at my second office to pick up some files? You were so horny that day that you pushed me into my chair and demanded that I let you ride me. It took the wind right out of my sails to see you like that, so confident and in control." He prys apart the top button of your blouse until he can slide the material down your shoulders. He doesn't take it off completely, favoring the chance to place kisses on your newly exposed area instead.

"I was beyond stressed that day. It was the first time I had to speak at that conference and you looked so good with your freshly slicked back hair. I couldn't stop myself—oh fuck! Right there Kook, don't slow down. Please." Jungkook grunts at the use of his petname and fucks you rougher, sweat forming around his forehead as his dark hair dangles messily over his eyes.

You manage to sneak a glance at the time on your Snoopy clock between thrusts. "Shit, I need to come soon, or Kim Taehyung's never going to agree to do business with me." The man laughs and buries his head on your shoulder.

"You never know, he could be really into threesomes."

"Fuck! Don't joke about that." You claw at his back and surprise both of you with the unexpected clenching of your pussy.

"You're right, I take it back," he groans and continues to snap his hips. "Looks like he's not the one who wants a threesome after all, considering your body's response to the suggestion. You wanna ask him if he walks in?" He whispers in your ear and you're embarrassed that your cheeks burn at the thought.

Of course, Kim Taehyung was sexy and you've rehearsed to yourself dozens of times not to let yourself get any crazy ideas about him. Still, one unrequited love is enough for you; Taehyung wouldn't want a divorcee. You shake the train of thought before it has time to go any further. "Make me come, Kook. Need you to finish too. It's not just Taehyung who could walk in at any second."

Jungkook grunts and continues to thrust into you, bouncing you up and down his thick length as the desk shakes underneath you. He feels you getting closer and closer by the sporadic clenching of your walls squeezing him. A big part of him doesn't want this to end but it has to....he doesn't love you. He only wants to make you feel good before he has to say goodbye. Both of you come just before Namjoon calls your office phone, giving you a heads-up that Taehyung's about to enter your office.

Jungkook shoves his pants back on while you button up your blouse and fold over your skirt. You decided to shove your underwear in your bag with the lack of time. No one has any business digging in there anyway.

"How do I look?" You turn around to get a quick once-over from Jungkook but he's already out the door. Now the person standing in front of you is Kim Taehyung who has nothing but the most genuine smile.

"You look lovely as always Ms. __. I'm so sorry I'm late by the way. I feel terrible about it so I brought you these." Taehyung whips out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hope you don't mind that I did a little research on you ahead of time. I found out these have a special place in your heart."

You smile and accept the bouquet with thanks. As you set them on your desk, a messages comes through your phone. You manage to give a quick look.

Unknown Number: Sorry I had to duck so fast! I know it looked rude but Taehyung was already opening the door and you were dressed so I thought it'd be better if I left. Hope you're meeting goes well! And thanks for everything today ;) if you need anything, you have my number.

You flip your phone over and invite Taehyung to have a seat. Business is business, and you have to carry on even if your heart has completely sunk to the ground. Kim Taehyung is sweet anyway, so you'll enjoy his company.

Too bad you don't realize how much he enjoys yours as well.

a/n: so, yeah... there's a potential for our Jk to actually love oc and not realize it but either way he does care about her (despite the impulsive sex). And yes, taehyung likes oc... it's like a double unrequited love 😔 okay bye lmk what you think, thank you! 😘

Also, lmk what you think about jk in this poll!

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[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: toxic!Eren x black reader

warnings: toxic & manipulative Eren, smut 18+, mentions of cheating, a lil choking, first time writing in a while so it's a lil shitty, last sentence is a lil dramatic, nd she's not proofread

a/n: y'all, this is unfortunately based on true events૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ꒱ა however writing this did make me realize i need to stand the fuck up, bc there's no reason I'm writing this while he goes to get me some food from one of the girls job…please don't be like me and if you are STAND UP!!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

For as long as you could remember you never understood why women went back to men who cheated. Maybe it was that you grew up seeing the effects cheating had on a family, or that it seemed impossible to be that blinded by love. Whatever it was you vowed to never be one of those women and you stuck with your word all throughout life up until you met Eren.

You heard about him long before you met him. The boy having a reputation for romancing women into his bed only to act as if he didn't know him the next day. You knew about his character when you met him, and believed you knew better than to fall for his tricks.

However, with just one look into those enticing green eyes, you ended up just like every other girl. Clawing at his back while he whispered sweet talk into your ear with every thrust.

You were prepared to never speak to him again. You knew what you had signed up for. Or at least you thought so. Like clockwork every night he'd have you back in his bed, wetting up the sheets as he claimed he could never get enough of you. In the beginning, you assumed he had run out of girls to play, but after the 2nd week, his sweet talking seemed genuine.

That was how you found yourself in a year long relationship with the one and only Eren Yeager. Over the course of 12 months, he showed you he had changed for the better. Or so you thought. It wasn't till you had an unsettling gut feeling one morning that you went through his phone and found the pictures from 4 different girls that you realized it was all a facade.

Like you promised yourself from a young age, you left him. Reasonably, you were angry, but that anger soon decimated and turned into sadness and shame, not from the fact he cheated or that you had just left a long term relationship but because you realized you'd take him back if he asked.

That day you gave your formal apology to all women you deemed stupid for taking their partners back because if given the chance you'd be one of them.

Within a month of ignoring the texts and calls from unsaved numbers and acting as if you weren't home, your strength wavered. Your excuse being that you had clothes from his place that you needed. You knew you should have had a friend come with you, but you felt it was unnecessary.

Unnecessary however wouldn't have you with your legs wrapped around his waist as he stuffed you with the dick that had your fingers itching to text him in the middle of the night.

“I'm sorry, baby. None of them meant anything” He whispered, kissing his way up your collarbone.

Oh, how you so badly wanted to push him off for telling lies, but the way he was buried deep inside your walls had you gasping for air and pulling him closer.

His lips curled into a smirk at the way you responded to him. Though he was unfaithful, he truly did have strong feelings for you. Whether it was true love or lust disguised as love, he would do anything to keep you in his arms.

"You know I love you, right? I'd never intentionally hurt you. It was just...stress and temptation, okay? Those girls meant nothing and could never compare to you.” He pulled back to look at you with the eyes that got you into the mess in the first place. His hips rocked into yours, the head of his dick putting pressure on the spot that made you see stars.

“I know, I love you too, Rennie'' You cried

Any normal person would feel guilty about the way they had you wrapped around their finger. Eren however relished in the way you melted in his arms, the intoxicating bond you shared leaving him to the conclusion that he couldn't live without you.

“Yeah? You gon leave me again?” He quickened the pace of his hips.

You said something incoherently as a strangled moan escaped past your lips, eyes fluttering shut from the intensity of his thrusts.

“Can't hear you, mama. You staying?” His hand leaving the sheets to wrap around your neck. Applying just enough pressure to make your thoughts hazy

“Yes, Ren. I'm staying. M'yours” You choked out, from both the ecstasy he was providing and because you truly did miss him.

“That's my girl” He praised, a twisted smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His thrust quickening as the sounds of skin slapping echoed through the room.

You could only whine and moan in response, the sounds driving him crazy as you looked into his eyes. Nothing but love and lust swimming through them.

“You so pretty, mama” He mumbled, the hand that was once wrapped around your neck coming down to rub small rapid circles on your clit.

“Rennie” You cried, toes curling as you arched off the bed. Stray tears falling from the corners of your eyes at the combined pleasure

“Yeah, I know baby” He captured his lip in between his teeth as he felt your walls suck him in.

The pleasure was unbearable. The coil snapping as your orgasm left your legs shaking and eyes rolling.

Eren soon followed after, finding the way you gravitated to him and the sounds that left your swollen lips so salacious he buried himself inside you, thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim as he lazily rocked his hips into yours and whispered fake promises into your ear.

Tiredness immediately took over you as he pulled out. Leaving no time for regret to seep in over the fact you had just cursed your future by allowing him to once again enter your life.

oh nd im backk໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

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content: toxicbf!seungcheol, more like possessivebf!seungcheol honestly, he's kinda a dick but not THAT much, jealousy, possessive behavior, afab reader, reader mentioned to be shorter than him, smut, penetrative sex, public sex, oral (m receiving), etc.

wc: 2201

a/n: tysm to the person who requested this <3 i didn't make him super toxic but more possessive and annoying.

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"shit, baby. you look so good. any plans tonight?" seungcheol hugged you from behind as you stared into the mirror, doing the finishing touches on your hair.

'"what do you mean if i have plans? we're going out. to the monthly meeting with the guys, remember? seokmin's girlfriend said she's coming too"

"hmm? since when? wait, hold on. you're wearing that to dinner with the boys?"

you groaned against him, "you literally just said i looked good. what's the problem?", you already kind of had an idea, but wanted to confirm for some dumb reason.

"yeah, that's when i thought you were going out with the girls or something. do you have to dress like this when you hang out with the guys?"

you knew cheol was a bit on the ... possessive side. he would sometimes be a little too jealous when it came to you being around the guys too much (around any guy, really). despite always confirming to him that you would never look at any of them as more than friends, he would still keep his guard up. it was endearing at times, seeing as it was usually just lighthearted jealousy, but he was doing a really good job at pissing you off right now.

you turned around, now facing him directly, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"baby, cmon! they're guys! and you're ... well, you're you!"

"did you want me to repeat myself or are you actually gonna explain what that's supposed to mean now?"

"listen. you're so beautiful. i had no chance at resisting you when we first met. imagine if i'd met you while you were wearing a tiny little black dress. i would've lost my mind. they're men, baby. they're weak-minded. i dont wanna let them even see you like this." despite the stupid neanderthal logic he was feeding you with, his reasoning gave you a slight ego-boost, dissipating your annoyance a bit.

you approached him, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt as you adjusted his tie - today's theme for the monthly meeting had been strictly formal, courtesy of a hong jisoo – and stared into his eyes, flirtatious smile gracing your lips.

"cheollie ... the dress code's formal. and i know how strict you guys are about that. if you can wear those stupid leather pants on stage while performing for carats, – who, by the way, do wanna fuck you – i can wear a tiny little dress around my very platonic friends."

you were pretty sure seungcheol had tuned you out already, at least judging from how distracted his hands had become now that they were kneading your ass under the short skirt of the dress. in any other circumstances you would've entertained him, maybe even let him fuck you before leaving home, but you weren't about to reward his stupid comments from earlier with sex. separating yourself from him, you chided at him, telling him to get ready, because you'd be leaving together; with no need to change your clothes.

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upon arriving to the restaurant of choice - an entirely rented out luxury restaurant joshua had seemingly been eyeing for a while - you and a sulky seungcheol (he had brought up the dress issue again in the car) quickly spotted a table full of people. it was all twelve members of seventeen, plus joshua's and seokmin's girlfriends, who would also be making their debut appearance at the monthly dinner. as expected, the boys were all wearing suit and tie, while the girls had dresses on. you had to admit, maybe yours was a bit more provocative, but you felt comfortable since you would only be around close friends.

the moment they spotted you walking in, jeonghan took the liberty of standing up, looking you up and down before smirking and giving you a quick hug, even going as far as pulling out a chair for you to sit. you appreciated the gesture, taking a seat and thanking him, completely ignoring seungcheol's annoyed grumble along the lines of 'i'm supposed to do that'.

the dinner went pretty okay after that, with one or two complimentary comments directed at your apparel. you'd also noticed a few of the boys staring a bit more than usual, but you'd dressed up, after all, so it wasn't very surprising to you. seungcheol, on the other hand, grew more and more annoyed every time a member directed themselves to you, even if it was with innocent intentions. he had built an idea in his head that everyone mustve wanted you the way that he wanted you. it also didn't help that you were sitting right by jeonghan and mingyu, members who were renown for being a bit flirtier than the rest. you knew it was just in their nature, and completely meaningless when directed towards you, but you could feel your boyfriend's fumes increase next to you as the night went on.

after a while seungcheol had begun to speak over you, acting as if you couldn't respond or interact with his members on your own. he was beginning to show his annoyingly possessive side, acting overly overprotective over you, almost as if you were a prize to keep under lock and key.

there were only a few instances in which he did this. he could sometimes act like a dick about it, wanting to show the rest of the guys how you were his and no one else's

then came what broke the camel's back. yoon jeonghan must've sensed some tension in seuncheol's behavior, adding two and two and figuring out that his possessive friend must've been feeling some type of way at any attention headed your way. so, he decided to have fun with it, amping up his flirting.

"shit, have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?," he smirked, eyeing his friend a bit as he complimented you.

"yeah, but maybe don't say that to my girlfriend, yeah?", interjected your stupid boyfriend, hand on your thigh as he attempted to show possession over you.

you ignored him, "oh, thanks hannie. you look really handsome too."

he puffed, as if out of breath, also ignoring cheol's comment, "no, but really. that dress is ... man, all i know is if i were seungcheol we wouldn't have even left the house tonight," the smirk wouldn't leave his face, knowing he was poking a bear.

those two simple comments were enough to get seungcheol to snap, loudly getting up and interrupting any other conversation going on at the table. without any other word, he completely ignored any questioning stares or inquiring comments and grabbed your hand, dragging you from your own chair and pulling you away from the room and into a more secluded area of the almost-empty restaurant.

"seungcheol what the hell are you doing?!"

he turned to you, now letting go of the hand he'd been pulling, "i told you not to wear that around them! do you think i enjoyed that?!"

"it's just jeonghan, cheol! he doesn't mean anything by it. he was just trying to tease you."

"i dont care about that! you're mine. you're not supposed to show yourself off like this to other men!" the fact he didn't see issue with what he was saying was peeving you off, making you scoff at him before he continued.

"you're mine, okay? and you responding to han's flirting is not helping me get that point across to them."

"you-"

"no, let me finish," he moved closer to you the more he spoke, eventually having you pinned against the wall of the restaurant, looking down on you, "i won't have any of them even think they have a chance with you. no one does. you're mine. is that understood?" by now his lips were just a hair away from your ear, heavy breath fanning against you as his hands slid onto your waist, pulling you against him, dick already semi-hard under his slacks.

you hated the way he was talking to you. kind of. an embarrassing part of yourself was keening on his possessiveness, enjoying how he felt as if he had to stake claim over you. as if even one look from another man had him having to show the world you were his and his alone.

when he unglued his lips from your ear and went back to staring down at you, eyes flicking down to your lips, neither of you could help yourselves anymore. you might've kissed him first, but it was probably him who crashed his lips into you first, almost swallowing you whole as he attacked you by shoving his tongue in your mouth.

he became intense with his movements pretty quickly, unbuttoning his pants with one hand while the other harshly felt you up. he disconnected his hand from you for a moment in order to pull down his pants and knead at his cock for a few moments, getting himself ready for you.

he disconnected your lips, chuckling at the way yours chased after his, "get on your knees."

with zero type of dignity, you got on your knees with no question, beginning to slide your hand up and down his dick before wrapping your mouth around his tip and sucking, giving him eyes as you did so.

he groaned at the sight, but quickly recovered, barking out a command for you to be a well-behaved girl and take it all in your mouth. you followed instruction pretty quickly, loving the weight of his cock in your mouth.

"that's it ... knew you could be a good girl after all."

"fuck ... that mouth is all mine, right baby? only for me to choke on my cock .."

"take it deeper, i know you can. trained that pretty mouth to take me."

his words were getting you wetter by the second, moaning mindlessly against his dick as he began to thrust into your mouth, groaning out even more expletives.

he suddenly pulled you away without allowing you to suck him into completion, once more slamming your back against the wall and shoving his tongue in your mouth. you both groaned at the feeling of his taste in your tongue, eventually making the kiss become a mess of wet tongues just licking at one another while he ground his hard dick against you.

you cried against him after a while of dry humping, feeling the heat of his cock so close to where you wanted him, but your mind being too empty for you to even beg for him to put it inside you.

he pulled away, "are you gonna be good and let me have that pretty pussy? my pretty pussy?"

all you could do was nod and whine against him as he pulled your panties aside, only having to lift your dress a tiny bit to give him room to enter your warm walls. you both sighed out in pleasure the moment he entered you, with cheol quickly finding a rhythm that had you throwing your head back against the wall, not caring for any pain you felt at the impact.

"you're mine. do you understand that? no one else can have you. can't even look at you. tell me you understand." he paused for a moment, smirking as he knew you had no way to respond with the pace in which he was slamming himself against you, "what? no answer? baby, what'd i tell you about being a good girl?" he was mocking you now, relishing on the effect he had on you.

"c-cheollie ... y-yours! just yours! won't ev-ever look their way again. pro- ah! promise!" you did the best you could to muster out an answer, being too high on pleasure from the way his cock was repeatedly hitting against you, impaling you completely.

your emotions were already very heightened, causing the two of you to be quick to reach your ends.

"gonna fill you up, okay baby? and you're gonna keep it all in, or else imma have to take you home and do it all over again, yeah?" he groaned out, knowing he was about to blow his load any second now.

"y-yes! fill me up, please!"

a few thrusts later and he was burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning out at the feeling of your walls tightening against him as you came.

you attempted to catch your breath as seungcheol used his fingers to push in any cum that exited your hole, moving your panties back into place to try and retain the most he could. with no warning, he shoved those same fingers in your mouth, making you suck his essence from them as he groaned at the sight.

"c'mon," he gave you no time to catch your breath or recover before dragging you by the hand once more, walking back to the table to pick up your coats.

"i'm taking her home now. yoon jeonghan, i'll deal with you later," and with that he dragged you away, making no effort to hide your disheveled state as you limped behind him, beyond embarrassed all your friends knew what you and your boyfriend had been up to.

if cheol had wanted to make a public service announcement about how much you were his, he had achieved it.

[adelliet]

Javier Peña X f!reader

PUSSY PLEASER

Sumarry: You are Peña's assistant who saw his charm from the moment you first saw him. You were also aware of the gossip about his nickname and wanted to find out if it was really true or just made up stories…

Warnings: MDNI 18+, fingering, spanish nicknames, breast playing, unprotected sex (piv), squirming, blood (a little), aftercare

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When you applied for the position of assistant in DEA, you did not expect exactly what it entailed. You already had some experience from former companies that were not exactly focused on murders and investigations, but this is a completely different story.

When Margaret, your colleague, introduced you to everyone, they looked so stern but spoke so innocently. Except for your boss, who not only looked cold, but talked and acted like that too. You admitted that you had a lot of respect for him, but it wasn't just respect that Javi instilled in you.

The first time you shook hands with him, you saw a completely different world. His grip was hard but serious, his hands as smooth as a baby's ass and huge as if they belonged to a grizzly bear. However, it wasn't the hands that caught your attention the most.

His face was still tense and his brow furrowed as if he was still thinking about something. You could see that he took great care to keep his brown charming mustache and silky hair clean. His eyes brought the entire brown combination together perfectly as they gave off the gorgeous glow of the morning coffee. He smelled of alcohol, but not the typical disgusting smell, but a fragrant perfume. This is exactly how you always imagined the right man should smell.

Every time you walk past Peña, your breath will be taken away as soon as you smell his typical aroma. But Javi is not known here for his surprisingly gorgeous look, or for his perfume. He is known here as a pussy pleaser.

It didn't take long before you learned about his reputation as well. More precisely, on the very first day you sat down in your office, almost every colleague told you about Javi, about his rich experience with women.

You were shocked at first, but only for a little while. It's Javi we're talking about, the idea that he wouldn't be a pussy pleaser would probably surprise you more. Even so, the others put a bug in your head, and whenever you looked at Peña, a million wild scenarios formed in your head and you couldn't stop it.

Whenever you came home, laid in bed, and an image of your boss popped into your head, you couldn't help it. Your hands went slowly and automatically between your legs as you imagined Javi's lips rubbing against your wet folds. Every time you cum quick, which always surprises you. You've never had such a quick orgasm with any man before.

You love your job, and one of the main reasons is of course Javier Peña. Whenever he stands behind you while you're sitting at the table, checking your work, you can feel his hot breath against your neck, which is sending shivers down your spine immediately and the flame in your panties starts being unbearable.

You are aware of Javi's charm, how he enchanted you and how you are capable of doing anything for him, but you have to keep this job to even have a chance to see Peña still, so you try to act as formal as your body allows. But you couldn't help yourself and risk one thing, your choice of clothes.

Naturally, no one told you any rules about how to dress up for work, you're expected to know that. Of course you know that, but you also know how to attract men. That's why every day, from the first day of your job, you walk in very short and tight skirts where everyone can see almost everything.

You have your shirt tucked in, a different color every day, but you always have the 3 top buttons unbuttoned precisely so that your colleagues have a good view of the shape of your amazing breasts. You do not show interest in other male colleagues who give you attention and clearly want to fuck you right in the office, you are focused only on your target.

Even if you try to be flirtatious yet dignified at the same time, whenever you talk to Javi, he doesn't give you the attention you want. Surely, you can't miss his quick eye twitch to check you up, but other than that, nothing else happened. On the other hand, what do you expect? He is your boss and if there was anything between you, even just a kiss, it would be a huge misfortune that would take a long time to iron out and you would be on the verge of being fired right away, and Peña would be too.

But even though you know all the risks, you can't get over the idea that there could be something between you, despite his history with cheap girls, which you succesfully ignores. After all, you are too blinded by his dominance, hardness, coldness...

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It was another work day, another day where you were wearing a short skirt that gracefully accentuated the curves of your tender body, a white to see-through shirt on top, with as usual, three unbuttoned buttons that riskily exposed the top of your chest. You really "inconspicuously" wore a black lace bra that pushed up your boobies even more. All of this just for a little attention from your boss, how pathetic.

You were just walking past offices with see-through windows, knowing full well that mostly male colleagues were staring at you, like a wild animal on its prey. You couldn't lie, it gave you a bit of an ego, however, you don't care about other people's attention, you care only one Javi's attention.

You clutched the DEA files that contained Javier's papers tightly in your hands, keeping them close to your body as you tapped your heels to Peña's office door. You knocked softly until you heard permission to enter.

You walked in and as soon as you saw the man comparing the two papers in his hand, his brow furrowed, the image send shivers down your spine immediately. You take a deep breath before you start speaking.

,,Mr. Peña, here are the documents regarding to the latest case" you said, as softly and formally your voice allowed. Javi's eyes switch to you quickly, as you handed the folders to him. He places the papers he was just holding on the desk, before he gently grabbed the folders from your hand.

You straightened up, hands behind your back and chest popping as you observed your boss, more specifically his fingers. They were so long and thick, exactly how you always imagined in your wildest scenarios while touching yourself. You bite your lower lip slightly to calm yourself, and your pussy down a bit. After that you looked at Javi's face again, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips slightly pouted, how focused he was. He is always so hot like that, it drives you crazy.

When Javi started nodding his head, it forced you to return back to reality. "Thank you..." he said as a sign that you could leave. He didn't even look at you which slightly disappointed you but he's still your boss and you have to obey his orders, so you just nodded your head and quickly turned towards the door .,,Oh and uh can you get me some coffee please? I really need some energy" he asked and his voice made you turn on your heel. With a smile on your face you nodded your head again and closed the door behind you as you left the room.

That smile didn't leave your face, even when you came to the kitchen and threw the capsule into the coffee machine. You leaned against the kitchen counter and watched the brown liquid pour into the white mug.

"Hey" you heard a familiar voice. You looked by the sound, only to see your bosses colleague, Murphy. You smiled and just nodded your head softly in greeting. Murphy was pouring tea into the sink, apparently old by the stains on the top. ,, How is Javi doing about the case?" he asked, not looking at you. "I don't know Mr. Murphy" you admitted truthfully and quickly flinched when the coffee machine made a sound to signal that it was ready. You didn't hesitate for a second, grabbing the mug and quickly walking back to Javi's office.

You're a little scared of Murphy. Although he has a wife, you still couldn't help but notice his hints that he would break his loyalty to her for you. But you're not a bitch and you definitely don't want to get involved in relationships or into married men, which luckily Mr. Peña is not.

You busily knocked on your boss's door and as soon as he said permission to enter you were already inside. You were so stressed and nervous about Murphy that you tripped over your heels and spilled the boiling coffee on yourself. If you weren't in Javi's presence, you'd already be yelling curses out loud, but since you're not alone, the curses were just silently in your head.

You gasped, instantly got Javi's attention. He quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards you, asking if you're okay. "It's fuc- really burning" you hissed and looked down at your breast, covered by the hot brown liquid. "Wait here, I'll go grab some ice" he stroked your shoulders and was gone in an instant.

The pain was unreal, it wasn't the first time you spilled coffee on yourself, but never on your chest. You had to quickly get rid of the excess fabric so it wouldn't stick to your burnt skin, so you quickly removed your shirt and dropped it on Javi's desk.

At this moment, Javi arrived back and closed the door behind him. He quickly walked around you to stand face to face with you, but his eyes automatically landed on your bare boobs, covered by only soft bra. If the situation wasn't the way it is, he would have been staring at your breasts for a long time, he couldn't get enough of them. But since you were in pain, he immediately raised his eyes to your worried face.

"Here" he said and hurriedly put the ice cubes on your red chest, holding them still in his hand. You squeak a bit by the sudden arrival of cold, but you were relieved very quickly, when the pain was gone.

You close your eyes and your breath calms, as your body relaxes. "Thank you" you whisper, almost silently but Javi heard you very well. You open your eyes after you didn't hear an answer, now dazed by Peña's face across from you, looking down at you.

You liked this angle a lot more than you should have. You looked at him like an angel, like a treasure you craved more than anything else. His aromatic perfume enveloped all your olfactory cells, and still you couldn't get enough. His brown eyes were so innocent yet so full of desire and lust. The magic in his eyes intoxicated you, as did his scent, or his hands that were still glued to your chest. The ice cubes melted very quickly, now there was almost nothing left, so you could feel his fingers on your sensitive skin.

You took a deep shaky breath, scared Javi by this little movement and brought you both back to Earth. He quickly removed his fingers from your chest and awkwardly cleared his throat while breaking eye contact with you, looking around for your shirt.

Since Mr. Peña is an expert at searching, it wasn't long before he was holding your stained shirt in his massive manly hands. He realized pretty quickly that you can't wear this until the end of your working hours. When he finally worked up the courage to look up back into your eyes, he was immediately struck by the realization that you were still in his office in just a bra and a ridiculously short skirt. "You probably shouldn't wear this anymore..." you nodded at Javi's words, as you sucked your lips into a thin line.

"Mr. Peña I-" "I have some extra shirts in a cabinet, I can bring you one" he cut you off and offered you, how it seems, only idea to solve this problem. You just smiled softly and nodded in agreement. Javi didn't wait long and placed your shirt on the table before leaving to get another shirt. When he left, you let out a deep breath, as you closed your eyes. This whole scene wasn't on your bingo list.

You're still recovering and still can't figure out how it even happened. All you know is that you're grateful to Murphy. If he hadn't stressed you out, this wouldn't have happened and you'd have missed an excellent opportunity to gain Peña's shirt.

"This was the most suitable I found" you heard and turned to follow the voice. Javi was holding a red shirt in his hand and offered it to you to take. "Thank you so much Mr. Peña" you took the shirt with relief and immediately she dressed herself. Javi watched your every move, how you gracefully tuck your shirt into your skirt, how you fasten your buttons with precision, and how you boldly skip the top 3.

After you were done, you looked at Javi, caught him staring at you. You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach. "Be more careful next time" his husky tone caught your breath a bit. He walked around you and sat back down at his desk, continuing with his work. Again, you were disappointed that something more didn't happen, even though it was a great opportunity to do so, but you're not going to just give up, definitely not after this experience. "I will...sorry and again, thank you" you said submissively and your boss just nodded, too 'busy' to even look at you.

You walked out of his office, slowly closing his door before walking back to your own. You definitely have a big amount of work right now, since you've been really busy lately. Even though it was very hard to force yourself to think about work now, you had no choice but to do so.

But you couldn't shake the image of Javi, the way he was looking at you. Whenever you concentrated for too long, it always blew you away and you couldn't concentrate on anything else. This is going to be a long day.

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You sighed tiredly as you rubbed a hand over your forehead. Your head was pounding, your vision was blurry and you really couldn't concentrate anymore. After a while, you leaned back in your chair and looked at the clock, which you hadn't looked at in a long time, which was a mistake. Your working hours end at 4, but the clock said 8 o'clock. Your eyes widened and your breath was caught in your neck. How is it possible that time went by so fast and you didn't even realize it?

Of course, it was already dark outside, where you could see absolutely nothing except for the lamps. You sighed sadly and already imagined in your head how some creep follows you and rapes you on the street. Because you're not exactly in discreet clothes, it's like an attraction for weirdos.

But there was nothing else to do, if you stayed in the office longer, it would just get worse, so you started packing your things and getting ready to leave. Suddenly, you hear a soft knock on the door. You looked over your shoulder and shouted permission to enter. Your heart started beating much faster, when your boss appeared in your doors.

,,Mr. Peña, what are you doing here this late?” You asked with raised eyebrows, as you pack last thing into your purse. ,,I can ask the same question” Javi crossed his arms on his chest, making his biceps pop out and charmed you immediately. You couldn't ignore them, so you just take a quick peak before looking back into his eyes. ,,I uh had a lot of work” you admit, straightened up and smile. Peña smiled back at you and nodded his head. "Then we're on the same page" you chuckled and nod your head too.

"This work is really um...draining right?" you try to continue the conversation as long as you could. "Yes, but I love it" he breathed in, his shirt tight against his chest, you could even see his hard nipples. "Me too, naturally" you made Javi chuckle a bit. But you didn't admit that you love the job only because of him.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, before you decided it's perhaps the best time to go. ,,I should probably go" you break the silence. ,,Yeah, definitely...but, it's quite dangerous right now" Javi said, because he knows it best. Well, he's a detective, of course he knows about the dangers outside.

"Yeah but I can handle it, don't worry" you calmed Peña down, even though you were worried yourself. He could sense that easily from your boy moves and face expressions. "But you definitely shouldn't be walking alone in this outfit" he stopped you as you walked towards the door, where he was still standing, leaning against the frame. You swallowed an invisible saliva and couldn't help it. Your corners lifted slightly as Javi finally mentioned your revealing clothes.

"What's wrong with my outfit, Mr. Peña?" you asked, blinking innocently, even though you knew very well, what was wrong with your outfit. Your words amused your boss as he shook his head and looked at the ground. "You know very well" he whispered and he looked back into your eyes, or rather straight into your soul. At this moment, as if time stopped, everything around was not important, it was just a blur. All you could focus on was Javi, standing just inches away from you with his arms crossed.

After a while, Javi decided to come closer and reduce the distance between you two. He walked really slowly, but it was so freaking attractive. ,,You think I haven't noticed what you're trying to do?” his deep voice send shivers down your spine, as he walked closer and closer. You stopped breathing, when you were dangerously close, that only 2 inches separated you from each other.

Your words got stuck in your throat, your heartbeat was dangerously fast and you felt a pleasant pulse in your panties. "Hm? Out of words?" he hummed, as he adjusted the collar of your shirt. He didn't look into your eyes, instead watching your chest, which was already fully healed. "You really think I am that stupid, hermossa?" He started drawing light circles on your chest, making you gasped a little.

,,I have no idea what you're talking about” finally came out of you as you mustered up all the courage you had left. Javi just smiled and finally looked you in the eyes. "You're so adorable when you lie, belezza” his hand smoothly traveled from your chest, to your neck, finally reaching your cheek and cupping it softly. You were burning but this time not from the hot coffee.

"Do you think I didn't notice your behavior, your dressing?" he said, rubbing your cheek slightly. You close your eyes, listening to his calming voice while melting into his touch. You both knew it was too late to defend yourself in any way, Javi had caught you. Of course, he's the best detective you know. Sooner or later, the truth would surface.

"And on top of that, today's coffee ‘incident’, you are very refined" you opened your eyes in surprise. "It was really an accident I-" "And do you regret it, amar?" your boss cut you off once again, and you just stared at him breathless. Of course you don't regret it, not even a second of it, so does Javi.

But before you could answer, Javi glued his lips into yours. He tickled you lightly with his soft mustache, but the passionate hungry kiss made you focus on something else entirely. You dropped your purse on the floor, not caring where it is or where it ends up, the only thing you care about right now was your bosses tongue in your mouth.

You felt huge hands on your hips, a gentle grip at first that turned into a firm grip over time. This will definitely leave bruises there, but you don't mind, actually you want it. You want everything Javier Peña offers. You immediately cooperated instinctively and wrapped your arms around Javier's neck. You ran your fingers into his fine curls, messing up his hard work that he had been struggling with all morning.

The hungrier the kissing started being, the more passionate Javi started to be. His hands were no longer just on your hips, they traveled all over your body, back, hair, neck, he wanted you so much, he longed for you so much.

Your whimpers into the kissing started being more and more loud, sending vibration into Peña's dick, that was already twitching in his really tight pants. He started moving forward, making you back up until you hit your desk with your ass. As soon as you stopped in front of the desk, Javi grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto table, after rudely and unpeacefully throwing all the very important papers on the floor.

You squeak a bit by the sudden and little aggressive move by Javi, but you were fully into it. You know Javi is a dominant, self-centered man who knows what he wants and goes for it. That's one of the reasons why you went after him so hungrily and tried to seduce him. After a lot of whimpers and wet kissing sound went by, Peña's hand were on your thighs, squeezing and massaging them. He couldn't get enough of them, he couldn't get enough of you.

His erection began to grow in his pants, and his agony made him growl. His quiet yet deep moaning sends a hot line right into your clit. He didn't wait long before grabbing your skirt by the waist and ripping it off you in one fell swoop. You gasped and stopped kissing, but not for too long. You smiled, as you looked into Javi's eyes, dark and black, full of lust, just for you.

You connected your lips to his again, your wet panties starting to leak, leaving a wet trail on the table. Your core were throbbing so much, you though you will explode in a minute. Javi was no better off than you. His cock was so tight and his balls so full that he couldn't take it anymore and started to quickly remove his pants with boxers. He was done really quick, he has experience after all, but the sound of Javi's jeans landing on the floor make you even more hornier.

Peña's hands surrounded you all over, reaching places where they shouldn't and from time to time squeezing your sensitive boobs. He had to see them in all their glory, that's why without any warning he grabbed your shirt and ripped it off of you. He didn't mind that he destroyed his own shirt, he has planty of them.

His hand quickly found the switch of your bra and with one movement, your breast was now bare. Javi needed to see them, his saliva accumulated and he had to follow his instincts, that's why your right nipple was surrounded by Javi's sore lips, while the other one was between his index and middle finger, playing with it like a toy.

You moaned, loudly so that if there was anybody near, they could easily heard you. You hoped that you two are here alone, so you can scream his name as loud as you could.

Your fingers got lost in his curls as he sucked on one of your breasts and gently squished the other. He didn't take his eyes off you, he watched your face, as it frowned and your lips formed a beautiful shape of O. He admires this view, he could watch this every day and it would still get him as excited as he is now. Talking about excitement, his cock was already leaking his precum, and your beautiful moans and groans were helping him to get closer to his orgasm, but he didn't want to climax that way. He is a gentleman, and as a right gentleman, he needs to please both of you, but definitely not in this way.

He removed his lips from your already sore nipple, adding a little pop in the end, making goosebombs appear all over your body. He leaned his forehead closer to yours, breathing heavily. You close your eyes, as you felt Javi's hard dick against your inner thigh, really close to where you need him the most.

"Do you want to know, why they called me pussy pleaser?" he whispered, his voice grainy. You breath out, quickly nodding your head. You could feel Javi's smile forming on his face.

Your breath stuck in your throat, as you felt Javi's fingers, touching you through your panties. He groans. ,,You're so wet cariño” he mutter under his breath as he examined your wet panties. You threw your head back and bite your lips, otherwise the whole street would hear your gripe. You've never in your entire life have been ever that desperate for man's touch, like now.

Javi was looking between your legs, how you eagerly wanted more pressure, by moving your hips into his touch. Javi snigger a bit at your pathetic behavior, but he was obsessed with it.

He decided not to tease you anymore, just for now, and gently moved your panties to the side so that they revealed your wet folds, which were dropping your juices already. He huffed at that look and look into your face.

Your lower lip was bleeding by how hard you bite it, just to stay quiet. You eyes were watery and your cheeks were red, all this combination give Javi clear signal, that you just desire to be already fucked.

He slowly touches your bloody lip with his thumb, gently wipes it. You look at him with anticipation, desire, lust. He took a deep breath, before inserting not one, but two of his fingers right into your wet throbbing core.

You close your eyes tightly and open your mouth wide, perfectly suitable for Javi's fingers. You wanted to throw your head back again, but you couldn't, because your mouth was now full of Javi's fingers.

He watched you, as he curls his ring and middle fingers, rubbing your walls slightly, while his other two fingers on the other hand were teasing your tongue. You understood this quickly, and started sucking his fingers, with your eyes closed. Your moans were suppressed by his fingers, and you felt so full. All excited, you couldn't help but start moving your hips to give yourself the pleasure you've been craving for so long.

"Oh bombón, no te han tocado en mucho tiempo, ¿verdad?" his Spanish accent just sent you to your edge much faster. The fact that he asked you, that you haven't been touched in a long time, is so fucking attractive, that you got even wetter down there.

You wanted to curse, but Javi's fingers were blocking you from all words, the only thing you could do was groan and moan, which you did with ease. His fingers inside you began to quicken their pace and adding intensity. You felt that you would cum soon, if Javi won't slow down, which he didn't.

Peña noticed your face, he observed your body language and he felt your hole tightening around his fingers, he knew you are coming, and he makes sure you remember it.

When you finally felt the weird feeling of peeing, you bit Javi's fingers and moaned as loud as you could. Your legs started shaking and your hole clench around his fingers so tightly, as you finally cum. Javi removed his fingers from you quickly to make you squirm, which you did. The juice flew out of you, spilling all over Javi's dick and legs.

It was an indescribable feeling of relaxation and emptying, your brows still furrowed and teeth bit deep into Javi's fingers, so deep they were sure to bleed.

Trying to catch your breath, you stare at Javi, eagerly. He couldn't stand the way you look at him without doing anything. He hurriedly cupped your face and kissed you, his tongue fighting with yours while both of your salivas mixed into each other. His member was twitching so hard, it was torture for him, but not anymore. He stopped the kiss and looked down, between both of your legs. He quickly adjusted him to enter without any problem, and as soon as you felt his pink tip touching your folds, he broke in, making you groan his name loudly.

,,~Javi~”

You screamed in pleasure, as you tugged his hair firmly, definitely ripping some of it off. Peña's groans against your neck make you feel butterflies in your stomach. His big thick dick expand your hole, finding that spongy place and touching it immediately, making you moan even more.

You ignored everything around you, your vision was so blurry that you had to close your eyes and focus only on the feeling of pleasure that Javi was giving you again. His precum and your juices started mixing together, making tasty liquid inside you. The wet sounds surrounded your entire office and the atmosphere in it started to smell like sex. Javi starts hissing, biting your neck desperately to prevent whining, which only weak boys do.

,,Mi cielo”

He groaned and place his forehead against yours, making you open your eyes and look on Javi's pleased face. Your hot breaths started sucking all the oxygen in your small space, your mind started going dizzy.

His balls were slapping against your ass, the sound was beautiful for Javi's ears. Javi was hungry, he wanted more, so he firmly grabbed your ass with both or his hands and pulled you closer to him as he plunged his cock much deeper into you. You whined Peña's name again, making your head fall back and bite your sore lips, you couldn't even feel them anymore.

The waves of pleasure were starting to get more intense as Javi hit his fastest pace. He began to sweat, grunting as you tried not to fall off the table that was shaking with you.

Javi felt he wouldn't last long and neither did you. A few more thrusts and he grabs you, holding you into embrace as he emptied his balls into you. He moved his hips after his climax few times, to make you cum too.

,,Javi-“

You groaned and reach your second climax. You ride your hips against Javi's to ride off the after-orgasm feeling, and as soon as Javi let you, you colaps on your desk.

Your chest moving up and down really fast, your eyes tightly closed and your core dripping the combination of your juices and Javi's cum. You both waited a little in this position, Javi's hands leaning against your desk as he tried to catch his breath too.

After few seconds, he finally decree to pull his member out of you. You both whined at the loss, both in different tones. Javi then leaned closer to you, giving a soft kiss on your forehead, before he leaned his face against yours. This was romantic moment, yet ridiculous. If someone caught you in this state in this situation, not only would you be fired, but you would certainly be laughed at. Fortunately, you were alone and no one could interrupt you from this moment, except time.

Your head was still spinning and your legs were shaking from the orgasm, so Javi took good care of you. He carefully sat you down and straightened you up, as he put your skirt back on carefully.

You just watched exhaustedly as Javi dressed you, kissing your feet and hands as if you belonged to him. You were still out of it and couldn't fully focus, like you were drunk, drunk by your own boss. When you were only half naked, Peña took his shirt and put it on you. You gave him a little help, ignoring the fact that the shirt was his. You could smell his parfume, that brought you back to reality.

When you were fully dressed, he did not forget to fasten the buttons, but left out the first three. You gave him a sincere smile as he dressed you, while he was completely naked himself. Although he is tough on the outside and in sex, deep down he is as sweet as a chocolate cake.

It didn't take long for Javi to get dressed pretty quickly, after all he was only half dressed, since he gave you another of his shirts. But when he looked down on the floor, he saw your bra. You watched as he took it into his hands and gently rubbed his finger over it, as if he was examining it fabric.

After while, he threw your bra over his shoulder, smilling at you. ,,New souvenir" he said, making both of you laugh. You then tried to stood up, but your legs were so weak, that you lost your balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Javi was quick and catch you, before something bad would have happened.

"Easy there hermossa" he lifted you to your feet and looked, if you could even stand. Unfortunately, even that didn't work, that's why Javi took you as a princess. "Well, at least you now know, why they call me the pussy pleaser"

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[irisintheafterglow]

Hiii!! I’m absolutely in love with the way you write kiyoomi :) he’s literally perfect. If you have time, I would love a scenario where his partner meets the black jackals for the first time!! Whether it’s accidental or on purpose is up to you :)

but he was so much fun (and he had such weird friends!)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, mentions of cooking and eating, domestic omi crumbs, established relationship and pet names (love, baby), pure jackals crack

note: hi love!!! this prompt is so funny omg i'm obsessed. hope you like it!!! i got extremely carried away

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated :)

"i'm-" he starts, huffing out an irritated breath and setting his knife on the cutting board, gripping the edges of the countertop. you turn to look at him from your spot at the stove, tapping the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot and placing it in the spoon rest. you check the vegetable prep over his shoulder and find neat piles of cut carrots, cauliflower, and potatoes. it didn't seem like anything was wrong with his knife skills, so it perplexed you why he was suddenly having trouble expressing his thoughts. "i'm having..."

"you're having?" you wipe your hands on a kitchen towel and gently turn him to face you, snaking your arms around his neck while his hands find their natural place on your hips. your thumb absentmindedly brushes over his moles, right above his furrowed eyebrows of annoyance.

"doubts," he says uncertainly, glancing at the dining table set for four more than its usual two occupants. the corner of his mouth juts to the side in obvious discontent, even though he was trying not to dampen your excitement for formally meeting his friends. not that he would ever call them that, at least not in this lifetime.

"how so, baby?"

"they can be a little...hard to handle," he mutters. "you know them. you've seen it," he says, voice strained and it makes you chuckle at the memory of the first time you actually met his friends.

kiyoomi wishes that it didn't happen that way at least twice a day. it was partially your fault, overestimating your ability to find him in the back halls of the msby gym facilities after only a few months of dating. after turning yourself around about four different times and unable to retrace your steps, you settled for walking in the direction of a nearby conversation. you ended up, however, steering a wrong turn into the men's locker room, yelping in surprise when you were met with three bare chests, none of which belonged to your boyfriend. apologizing profusely and briskly walking away, you were fleeing too quickly to hear the three players equally as alarmed.

it was like a scene from a cartoon; you could vaguely make out the sound of things being thrown like shirts, water bottles, and flailing limbs. there were hushed whispers of holy shit, someone just walked in here and they're so pretty and put some fucking clothes on, shoyo, that's indecency. you make the executive decision to just wait for him outside, but before you leave, your boyfriend's voice rings loud and clear from around the corner.

"what the hell are you guys freaking out about?"

"omi, dude. you just missed them."

"missed who?"

"there was this really pretty person that walked in! they were wearing the same zip-up that you were wearing yesterday, isn't that neat?" your attention darts down to the jacket that was very much kiyoomi's and definitely not yours, your face warming from pure embarrassment. "maybe you could ask them if they shop there frequently; i think they'd be your type."

"since when did sakusa have a type?"

"hey, wait! where are you going?" is the last question you hear before your boyfriend comes barreling around the corner in nothing but shower shoes and sweatpants and looking just as bewildered as you and the three guys in the locker room. after a palpable moment of shocked silence, you both word-vomit at the same time.

"you're wearing my jacket."

"why are you shirtless?!"

"you're wearing my jacket." his voice drops in volume to a yelled whisper, his hand pulling you further down the hallway and away from the locker room despite his lack of clothes. a few of the gym staff eye you in confusion and you give them a weak smile, fighting the urge to stare at the muscle rippling across kiyoomi's body. "you're wearing my jacket," he repeats for the third time, as if it was taking several tries for his brain to compute the information in front of him.

"that's your main concern?!"

"no, shit, no," he shakes his head, regaining his composure after his mind short-circuited. "my main concern is you running into the three stupidest members of my team without me there-"

"and while they were shirtless," you add and his nose scrunches in pure distaste. "wait, why don't you want me to meet them without you there?"

"because they're stupid and-and i love you and they're-and they're stupid," he stammers, visibly flustered in a way that you'd never seen him before. it sets your face on fire, hearing how easily he said he loved you when you'd never said it to each other up until that point. the same realization must hit him at the same time and he pinches the bridge of his nose in defeat, sighing through his nose. "i just said i love you."

"you just said you love me," you echo, a delirious smile widening on your mouth as you peel his fingers away from his face and lace them into yours. "you just said you love me."

"he just said he loves them!" a very eavesdropping-sounding whisper comes from behind the wall and you both flinch. like a straw breaking a camel's back, kiyoomi's face contorted into a vengeful scowl. he composed himself for a moment, promising you he'd be right back, and then stomping around the corner where you heard receding screams of terror.

that was five months ago, and you finally convinced kiyoomi to let you meet his friends formally, along with atsumu's brother who was bringing more food to help you feed four pro athletes.

"i've seen a lot more than just them being stupid," you remind him, giggling when his face turns a light shade of pink. "and, i think it's endearing how much they care for you. i know you won't admit it, but i know you care about them, too." he gazes at you so softly that it makes you melt a little. i'm gonna marry you, one day, he thinks. "now, i promise i won't be deterred by their idiocy, so let me get back to cooking, okay?"

"okay," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "i love you. a lot."

"i love you even more, omi."

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[kiestrokes]

hard hours for your idols of picking- their touch starved and lose their minds when reader starts foreplay

Touch Starved | NSFW

Idol Casting: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ. Kim Mingyu of SVT. Lee Minhyuck of BTOB. Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, smut. Warnings: cursing?

Sexually Explicit Content: overstimulation, touched starved men (obvi), whiney needy idols (if that's not your thing, please don't read), penetration (kept it vague, choose whatever hole you'd like), kissing, biting, marking, hand jobs, let me know if I missed anything.

🗝️ Note: touch starved 🥹 OF MY CHOICE anonie you are so giving 😘 has not been beta read, it's a hard hours so these are meant to be less work and just for fun. Sorry its wayyy late I was busy irl.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ I may hurt myself writing this one 🥴 Woo had been MIA for the last couple months while preparing for the latest comeback. So, when he showed up at your door requesting a Netflix and chill night, you prepared all his favorite snacks, soups and soju. Woo has always been affectionate in your relationship, but he’s never pushed your boundaries. You brace yourself on his thigh to reach across the coffee table for some banchan when you feel his thigh muscles stiffen. “Oh sorry, you must be sore.” You’re cut off when Wooyoung’s hands pull you into his lap and your mouth to his. Your chopsticks clattering into the pot of jjigae noisily. "Woo the soup!" "Fuck the soup!" Wooyoung whines into your mouth when you return his kiss. “Sorry-can I? I just need-" He breaks off into another deep whimper when your hands undo his pants. “Yes.” Is all you say before kissing across his beautifully cut jawline to leave a trail of marks down his neck. Wooyoung works on ridding the two of you of your bottoms. His skilled fingers immediately begin to work your entrance open. The first thrust in Wooyoung cries out, head falling against your chest as you work him. Mumbling about how you feel so good, how he needs this, that he’s sorry if he doesn’t last. He doesn’t, he’s painting your insides as soon as your mouths reconnect. But he lets you ride him through overstimulation until you’re coming just as hard as he did.

Bonus: Soup Recipe!

Kim Mingyu of SVT Gyu. You had been away on a trip with your friends for the last week, and then came home to dive into work for another three. You've only seen your partner, Mingyu in formal settings and are always getting pulled away from each other. So, when the two of you are finally alone and you climb into his lap, he folds his large frame around yours becoming a whimpering mess. "Baby please," Mingyu begs as you trail kisses down his neck. His shirt long discarded, his hands firmly on your hips dragging you across the erection very obvious in his favorite gray sweats. "Are we needy, Gyu?" You slip a hand under the band to tease the line of pubic hair, his hips buck hard. Mingyu buries his face in your clavicle, nipping at the bone. "Don't tease me, it's been so long I just need you." You kiss his temple, other hand stroking his hair as you release him from the confines of his pants. "What do you want baby?" His head drops back, and those puppy eyes gaze up at you, "please fuck me." You kiss his plush lips, the two of you messily remove your bottoms so you can grant his wish. Mingyu clutches you to hip through each stroke, hands wrapped up your back with you're a life preserver and he's almost drowning in an ocean of arousal.

Lee Minhyuck of BTOB Huta...your gym buddy had seemed a little on edge for most of November, but you hadn't figured out why just yet. You thought he could do with a little shoulder massage to release some of his tension. What you didn't anticipate was Minhyuck to drag you off to the empty mens showers and for your bodies to be shed of your clothing and slickened with hot water in minutes. "Huta," you gasp as his mouth finally leaves yours trailing opened mouthed kisses and bites down your neck. "Sorry, the no nut contest really wound me up this year." He huffs, restraining himself but bracing his elbows on either side of your shoulders. "Can I have you?" His earnest eyes bear into yours and as soon as you give an assured, consenting nod Huta is all over you again. Just as you are him, finally delving into the luxury of embedding your nails into each rivet of his cut abdomen. Biting deeply into his plump pectoral, earning a pleased growl from Minhyuck's cute mouth. "Keep it up and I'm gonna cum before I even make it inside you." His voice breaks off into a moan that echos around the tiled room as you fist his standing erection slowly. "Wouldn't want that," you tease, pecking his jaw and laughing when he flips you on your stomach against the shower wall. "Whoever cums first is buying the other a smoothie." You gasp as he thrusts two fingers smoothly inside you. "I'll buy you whatever you want for letting me inside this tight hole." 🫣

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[arcielee]

Command me to be well

Summary: Lord Osferth has been injured and she takes care of him. Paring: Lord Osferth x Female!Reader (third person) Word Count: 1845 Warnings: Teasing baby monk, mentions of battles, injuries, oral (m receiving), 9th century remedies for bruises? Author's Note: This was inspired by @hightowhxre story of Lord Osferth x Maid!Reader, which is so brilliant and has been living rent free in my brain as you can see from the 1800+ words. Beta read by the wonderful @sylasthegrim surprise this was that request you sent me an eternity ago 💜 Dividers by @saradika 💜

The day hung heavy on his shoulders adding to the weight of the mud heavily caked onto his boots, along with the perspiration that caused his layers to cling to his lithe frame, the night’s cool air chilling him. Osferth entered his sleeping estate but noticed the pool of amber from the backroom where the Dane woman remained, her steadfast devotion to his humble household despite him expressing that her choices were solely to be her own. 

He thought back to the last time he had spoken this outloud, how her startling eyes focused on him, the flutter of her long lashes that framed them. “Then my choice is to serve you, my lord,” she had replied with her honeyed tone.  

Her words caused a lump in his throat and Osferth swallowed hard. 

At first he rued the day that Uhtred had marched her into his modest, but comfortable, manor bestowed by his dear sister in Rumcofa. His title was behest after the death of King Alfred–their father–by a scroll with his signature, his final command for his eldest son’s legitimacy. When they returned to Mercia, Æthelflæd glowed with pride. 

“You will be an ealdorman of Mercia,” she smiled.

Sihtric and Finan teased his title, but it was Uhtred who insisted he take in the Dane woman, how hands were needed to run the homestead. His large hand rested on her shoulder and pushed her towards him. “This is your lord,” Uhtred said with a smile, with a smirk. Osferth felt mortified. “You will serve him well.”

For a time it was them alone and he learned that she showed diligence, but not obedience; she possessed a sharp wit and sense that she always knew what was best for Osferth, more so than he himself. He also learned that she was a sanctioned healer, blessed by the gods–or so she claimed, and he indulged her natural curiosities, taking the time to teach her to read and to write. 

She seemed to agree to this tutoring with the sole purpose to tease and to torment Osferth, always pressing too close for propriety. At the end of each lesson, her every fiber lingered after, from the lavender on her washed skin, a sinful scent that hung on his clothes, to the soft touch of her finger pads on the back of his hand, a soothing and circular motion to catch his attention. If he dared to look, she would always lean closer until he could see the candlelight dancing in her eyes. 

Osferth would then create the much needed space between them, if anything so that he may begin to breathe again. 

Though he felt her haunting tactility, he suppressed his desire when he saw her shifted attention and felt a sense of pride with how her fingers now grasped for every scroll, tome, and book within her reach. Her days were now spent gathering herbs and in the evening, she would painstakingly transcribe her remedies known to parchment. 

He could only assume this was what she was doing at this moment. Osferth winced as he began to remove his boots, and then he heard her soft steps; she peered out from her room, her familiar silhouette against the amber light, and he could hear her concern. “Are you injured, my lord?”

At first, she picked up the teasing from the men he considered his brothers–Finan and Sihtric, relentless with his newfound lordship–but right now there was a genuineness to her tone. 

“Please,” Osferth grimaced from her formality, from his subtle movements to unlace the ties. “I am simply Osferth.” 

He saw the shadow of her brow furrowed and she then called for the water to be heated for their returned lord; Osferth burned from her words. “It is not necessary–” he started to say and, as always, she was quick to cut him off.

“It is needed, Osferth,” and her eyes that usually danced seemed to darken as she moved towards him. She kneeled in front of him and helped him remove the other boot before her palm moved to slip into his own hand, walking him back towards his room. 

She turned to scrutinize his disheveled state; it was another long day patrolling the riverbanks and a small skirmish won on its shores. Osferth was not injured, severely, but he was beaten and it showed with the severity that lined his face. His weary hands went to remove the scabbard around his slender waist, a sharp exhale from the pain he felt explode in his chest. It was alleviated with her touch, a warmth that pooled from her palm that rested on his hip, taking over to remove his sword, his dagger, and returning to unlatch his embossed cuirass worn over. 

She was careful to remove his upper layers which revealed the beginning bloom of purples, blues, and greens in the center, bold against his pale skin. “You are bruised to the very bone,” she assessed. Osferth hissed through clenched teeth when her fingers touched and she pulled away. “I’m sorry, my lord–”

“Please,” he rasped. “You know that when it is us alone…the title is not needed.” 

He would have sworn he saw the wash of rose across her face, but she was quick to leave the room. Osferth looked to grab for the wooden chair when she returned, a pestle gripped in one hand to grind within the mortar held in her other; he could smell the crushed herbs mixed with honey. 

“This will help with the bruising,” she explained, peering up at him.

Osferth hummed in response, and again with the touch of her hand against his bare chest; it was the same slow, soothing circular motion as she spread the poultice over where his blood rose dark on his skin. “It must rest for a moment,” she continued to explain. Her hand remained and he was unmoving, elated with the feeling of her skin against his own.

Once again, she was closer that good priority would allow, close enough to see the pink hues that dusted her cheeks and how she brightened when he spoke her name. “Thank you,” and he grimaced again with his exhale. Her fingers twitched, her touch still anchored on his chest before they began to trail lower. “You do not need to stay…”

“But what if I choose too?” 

Osferth looked up, his surprise apparent with her bold words; the shades darkened across her cheeks, her lips wet from her tongue, and he had the intrusive thought, she is beautiful. 

“This is not necessary–” but his words stilled on his tongue as her soft fingers wiped themselves clean on the fabric on his pant leg, the tug of fabric jolting the length of his spine. Osferth shifted his weight as her silk touch dipped into his waistband and followed back towards his center where his cock began to press against his breeches.

She licked her lips again and he now saw how lust swallowed the color of her eyes. “This is why I am here, my lord,” her voice was low, sultry and smooth like velvet as she repeated, “I choose to serve.” 

And her fingers were quick to unlace and pull at his slacks until they puddled at his feet, her touch still gentle to push until he sat back in the chair. She followed, slowly sinking between his splayed legs, her hands resting on his knees to keep her balance and her eyes were up, never leaving his. 

Osferth burned under her gaze, her lustful scrutiny before she blinked, breaking the spell, and her attention refocusing on his length; her eyes traveled the ridges and veins, the shift of color to the red shine of his cockhead. He whimpered at her touch, the slow curl of her fingers around the base, and she gave a tug, watching the wetness that trickled.

She was a vision, her thighs plush as she rested on her heels between, one hand rested on his bare thigh and the other around his cock. The vision she made caught his breath, and when she leaned forward, the air staled in his lungs, watching rapt as her lips pressed against his flushed head. Her tongue cleaned his spill before she began to take him into her mouth and he exhaled sharp feeling her wet muscle pressing to the underside, slavering over his girth, relaxing her throat to press until the patch of hair above tickled her nose; she hollowed her cheeks as she fell back, the glisten of her saliva, and she took a deep breath through her nose before she returned again. 

Osferth moaned unabashed, a white hold of his hands on the edge of his seat, his eyes rolled to the back and his head lolled with. He felt her palm tighten around what could not fully fit in her mouth, and he watched the bob of her head following his length; he grit his teeth with another guttural groan that reverberated from the back of his throat.

His hands moved to rest on her shoulders, a firm hold to ground himself, and she quickened her pace at his touch; the glide of her swollen lips in tandem with her tongue, the lewd noises that spilled with the spit at the corners of her mouth.  

And he saw the stars spark in front of his eyes, lost in the overwhelming heat of her mouth; his thighs began to tremble, the pulse and swell of his cock with her ministrations. She seemed to notice and she hummed, the vibration rippling through his veins and towards the base of his spine, a push over the edge he precariously balanced with vibrant flashes of colors. 

“God!” He gasped. Gods? He was no longer certain as he followed blindly after his pleasure, the buck of his hips in his seat to sate the suction of her mouth that seemed determined to milk the last drop of his release, until he cried out from the oversaturation of pleasure. 

His chest heaved, a dulled ache, and he moaned loudly as she slowly pulled away, her tongue trailing the underside of his still half-hard cock. She paused at the end, a glassy eyed exchanged, and then suckled. Osferth could not help but whine pitifully, and he felt the curl of her lips; he watched as she let him drop from her mouth, her fingers wiping her corners and her tongue licking them clean.

Osferth tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry.  

“I will see if your bath is ready, my lord,” and she pushed to stand. 

Osferth watched her go, the rumpled fabric of her gown now settling over her curves, the sensual sway of her hips. He could not stop the words that spilled from his mouth. “Would you care to join me?” 

She paused and looked back at him, with her hooded eyes and heady stare, the candlelight glimmering in the black that swallowed the color of her irises. “Whatever you desire,” and her sinful mouth curled upwards. “My lord.”

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[i-yap]

omg you are also south indian!!!! i find it really hard to find south indians on here, could you do the batboys reacting to reader wearing traditionally indian clothing for a wedding they are attending???

Im north Indian with a little spanish in me shifting to NY actually but yea the indian dc fanfic community is smaller. I love the idea of a traditional indian s/o with Jason particularly. Dick with someone spanish , tim with an African American, Damian with caucasion and bruce with someone asian. Idk why Thats just How I imagine it. Its in no way a canon to their character or a generalization of people from a culture but the cultures ,and norms and values of these cultures really suit the batboys. Hope this isn't offensive. So Im just going to do batboys x reader in a family event .

Batboys(tim, dick, jason , bruce)x y/n - At a family event

Dick Grayson

is also dressed in your cultural's traditional clothes. Dick has traveled all over the world and he likes seeing you in your traditional clothes. Being comfortable in your traditional wear, being in "your element" . He charms up all your family members, no-one even calls him the white boyfriend anymore . The women also hit on him( of all age groups srsly) He is part of the family by the end( or within 5 mins) of the night . Dont be surprised when you find him and your family laughing about what jokes your parents are going to make at your wedding. He isn't even nervous before going. He is a real charmer and you couldn't be prouder.

Jason todd

doesnt want to go. Really thinks your family wont like him and they probably wont the first time they meet him. Will still wear his leather jacket but at least he wore a white shirt and clean jeans? He even agreed to take the car rather then the bike. Will stop complaining the moment he sees you in your element. Like goddess pro max what even , so ethereal ,the world is shaking . Staring dialed up to 100/10 . plus his complaining was never serious to start with. He wants you to have a family, be connected to your background,. Its just one of the things that make you you and he wont change a single hair on you. Will probably get insecure ( I get set up or marriage proposal talks when I go to family functions - just indian girl things I hate it tbh. And I've noticed its a thing in a lot of cultures) because he'll think that you deserve that traditional life with people who 'get you" but no one will ever get you the way he does and you just need to remind him of that. He is a bit broody , tall and just kind of sticks by you . The men and boys of the group are probably fascinated by him so as the night goes he starts getting more comfortable around them. The kids lowkey like him a lot so its cute and you may get baby fever. And the older women of the group are poking at him( why the jacket? whats with that scar) and you'll have to rescue him. He'll do it all over for you though.

Tim drake-

time to put on that practiced facade. He is used to putting on a fake winning smile at those galas so imagine his surprise when his old tricks don't work at your family function. Personal space? privacy?? fake formalities?? don't exist. Bonus points if it isn't a fake rich family. But he gets to see you In a pretty clothes and he is simping, teasing you on how you look like a real girl now(but he lowkey prefers you in the geeky shirts you guys share) . he did research so like ask him the They are still very impressed by your respectful young man ( who is super rich and smart). He gets by tbh, a bit shy because he is just so not used to all this. But keep him near you, show him how to dance properly and get a few drinks in him and its a party. He loves it, your family loves him and your cousins are now his besties (don't ask when that happened). He loves having a family and it just leaves him with wonder. He is in awe of this and so grateful that you let him into your life.

Bruce wayne

does a lot of research . He knows exactly how to act, what to say and what to do. A bit cold and aloof . Still surprised by the whole chaos . But unlike tim he keeps his cool. your family is impressed by you "bagging" the rich billionaire boyfriend. If this is batman with robins ver then they are worried about the huge amount of kids he adopted and what that means for you. So uh..just mention the billion again? They ask really personal questions but bruce prepared and is so ready for it. He loves seeing you in your traditional clothes, probably encourages you to wear them casually too. As if anyone can stop you, go to galas in traditional clothes or just wear home traditional in the mansion. Over all he loves getting a peak into your life and what experiences shaped you to be the woman he loves so dearly now.

If there's anything offensive about this let me know and I will change the content or even delete the whole thing. Ive based it a little of the four different cultured families I have and the common stuff I've noticed in all of them. But I've tried keeping it as general as possible tbh. So I'm sorry if this is offending anyone.

[noirflms]

MEETING YOUR PARENTS + JJK MEN

— - main m.list !

. ° 𖤐 ₊ GOJO SATORU !

he has always looked forward to the day you introduce him to your parents and now that the day has come , he is blissful to be able to meet them. satoru’s aura was literally screaming sweet flowers and you were baffled at the amount of time he took out to look good for your parents when you had told him to be casual with everything but there stood your 6’2 boyfriend dressed in trousers , a black linen shirt and the similar pendant like yours and you are in utter shock with how presentable he looks ( he even has his hair slicked back ). But he stops breathing the moment the two of you are standing at the door of your parents house , he has gone stiff like cardboard , and you can hear him mumble words that you can’t decipher but he is thinking about , ‘what if your parents don’t like him?’ , ‘what if he isn’t able to impress them?’

But all his worries wash away the moment your mother opens the door and grabs the tall man into a hug. your figure engulfed in the arms of your father and suddenly the gojo is fitting right in , unlike how he felt within his clan — he felt at home. your mother has come to adore him , while your father finds pride in him ( the old man was even impressed with satoru to say the least ) , your parents were utterly glad to know you had such a childish boy with you to keep your inner child alive , and last to say but not the least , they were happy to call him family.

. ° 𖤐 ₊ GETOU SUGURU !

he is nervous , he had tried to run the moment you were both standing in the front of your parents house , but he didn’t , and when you knocked on the and the moment it is pulled open and geto feels all his nervousness wash away , for the smile your parent flashes at him , he feels at ease , he is brought to a weird level of comfort he can’t describe. He is pretty formal with both your parents , even though they tell him not to be so formal , he can’t help it and they laugh when he slips up every now and the. the 6’1 male is actually quite intimidated by your other parent , and you could laugh at the way they two of them are having a civil talk sort of things but it makes you smile because he seems to be able to communicate with them.

And it is not hard to tell that both of your parents adore him , they love him , they were very comfortable with him because apparently they showed him your baby album on the first visit itself. he was helpful around the house , telling them stories of his work every now and then , even told them he wishes to keep you safe and loved all the time and he would give you the world. at dinner getou and your other parent are both drunk while you sit and laugh , and you feel happy , that you made the right choice with getou , and both your parents seemed to connect with him.

. ° 𖤐 ₊ NANAMI KENTO !

first of all is that he is utterly shocked at the fact that you had grown up with two fathers , and curiosity got to him so now you both sat in the confines of your fathers home and it will be a bad thing to leave out the fact that both your fathers were super rich , and he was shell-shocked at the house they were once standing in front of. he was dressed in different clothes rather than his working ones and you were proud at the colour combination you were able to put together. your biological father was crying the moment he saw you with a significant other while your step father was happy to see you happy and all grown up , and they had taken kento pretty well , telling him to make this his home just fine and he did so too , finding peace in the place.

both your fathers are utterly in love with kento because they have come to completely ignore you but you’re fine knowing kento is loved by both of them , a small smile is on your face at the sight of the three males talking and kento’s eyes catch yours and you haven’t seen him smile so much in his life. and time passes just fine , you are helping you dad cook while kento sits with your father watching you help your dad and he hears your father mutter to him , keep them happy , they’re all that we’ve got. and he promises himself to never let you cry , to always keep you smiling.

. ° 𖤐 ₊ HIGURUMA HIROMI !

you’re adopted , he knows that fact pretty well but knowing your were adopted by two mother was something so hard to take in but he accepted it nonetheless , and meeting them , oh , boy he was utterly ready to meet them , such a smug bastard he is with your mothers. the moment you are greeted at the door by your mothers , the first thing they do is pester him with questions if he is keeping you well or not and you are calming both your mom and ma and to Hiromi , it was amusing to watch but he calms all their worries and both the ladies are happy to know he loves you so. they take him in so easily that he finds like he doesn’t deserve this , he doesn’t deserve you and knowing you were so happy with these women who weren’t even your own parents , all he wished was to keep you safe and happy.

he effortlessly talks with both the women , even told them he is a defence attorney and they were elated at that and you didn’t know why. your mom loves him but oh , you ma cherishes him already , pulling his cheeks , calling him nicknames that were mostly reserved for you. but in all , the women are ecstatic at the fact you were happy , loved and growing in such a beautiful environment with a man so sweet , gosh they love this man more than you , and you know they do.

is worship all these men , I think I made Hiromi ooc 😭😭 and including all types of parents leaving none behind!

NOIRFLMS 2023 ! All rights reserved, plagiarism is a crime , ask before translating. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[groenendaelfic]

I will not write a Wilmon debutant(e) ball AU. I will not write a Wilmon debutant(e) ball AU. I will not write a Wilmon debutant(e) ball AU.

I will not— okay I really will not. Because Young Royals is already inspiring enough and I dread what s3 will do to my fic ideas folder and also I have more than enough wips.

HOWEVER imagine a (pseudo)historical AU setting. Baron Eriksson is sickly and elderly, his two oldest sons died without male heirs, and so it's the drunken third son's get who is bound to inherit.

The Baron never would have approved Micke's marriage had he known, but at the time both of his daughters-in-law had already born his other two sons healthy children, and Micke was never going to amount to more than a whoremonger anyway, so the Catholic merchant's daughter (don't worry she converted) it was. Who could've known she'd be the only one bearing a grandson who'd live to adulthood.

So here Simon is now, suddenly thrust into a position no one ever wanted him in. The old Baron (who never allowed him to call him grandfather) too sick to leave his bed, and his father drinking away their money and not caring how much the steward mismanages the estate.

If it were only him it wouldn't matter, but the local count (a Horn of Årnäs) has an eye on their small manor house and wants to turn it into a hunting lodge once the old Baron dies, getting rid of all the staff and farmer tenants while he does so, and Simon is their only hope.

For this Simon needs money however, and the only way he can get that is finding an heiress with a sizable dowry happy with a lavender marriage, or at the very least a good match for his sister so that at least she he doesn't have to worry about.

Simon hates it, but after the fifth tenant came to him clutching a coughing baby to her chest he relented and packed up a delighted Sara to travel to Stockholm for the season.

At least one person is happy about it all.

They make it to Stockholm just in time, their grandaunt willing to put them up in her townhouse if only for the novelty, and once both Simon and Sara have used what little money they can spare on debutant/e clothes it's already time for the first and greatest event of the season, the one during which all the young men and women of rank will be introduced to the monarch in a grand ceremony followed by a lavish ball.

Simon tries his best to make a good impression and ignore any and all snide comments about his exotic looks if only for his sister's and tenants' sakes (lives depend on him!), but it's hard, and his lack of wealth and connections don't help.

Wilhelm thinks there's nothing more boring than debutant(e)s, stiff and formal and trembling, as they nervously bow and curtsy, hoping to make a good impression and curry royal favor, as if he's going to remember a single one of them come morning when he wakes up hungover and surrounded by naked artists happy to help him cure his royal ennui.

Then Baron Eriksson of Bjärstad's heir is introduced however, and suddenly Wilhelm's perspective changes.

[tenelkadjowrites]

One Question - Seonghwa x Reader, Mingi x Reader, Seonghwa x Mingi (NSFW)

🌧️ Summary: “I was wondering how long it was into the friendship before the two of you realized that you want to sleep together?”

🌧️ Word count: 10k

🌧️ Genre and warnings: one shot. fem pronouns for reader. boyfriend seonghwa. best friend mingi. sub reader with soft dom seonghwa. sub reader with sub mingi. sub mingi with soft dom hwa. dirty talk, reader is called baby doll. oral sex. jerking off. unprotected sex. creampie. voyeurism. squirting. choking, reader receiving. 

🌧️ Tags: @thewonderofkpop - @obligatoryidolblog - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @multihoe-net - @spiderrenjunfics - @whatudowhennooneseesyou - @jess-1404 - @just-here-to-read-01 - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @talkbykhalid - @rdiamond2727 - @inneratinyrebel - @8tinytings - @mrszackfoster - @xirenex 

this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa or mingi in any way, shape or form.

               The rain comes down in steady drops, striking the glass of Seonghwa’s dining room window and rolling down in slow streaks, blurring the lights outside. It is strange to have a storm this time of year…almost as strange as the vibes tonight as you spend time with your boyfriend of nine months, Seonghwa, and your best friend of well over twenty years, Mingi.

               Oddly enough, the energy is entirely coming from Seonghwa who has fallen silent as everyone finishes up eating dinner…a very carefully planned and cooked dinner; it is evident that your boyfriend has taken considerable time and a lot of planning to construct a meal formal enough to be served someplace fancy.

               Mingi’s eyes dart over in your direction although he doesn’t speak. Having been best friends with Mingi since childhood, you don’t need him to verbalize anything to know what he is thinking.

               “Would you like more wine?” Seonghwa’s deep voice shatters the delicate silence.

               “No, I’m okay,” You reply at the same time Mingi goes, “Yes, please.”

               You aren’t sure who the question was directed to. This isn’t your first time hanging out with both your boyfriend and best friend. When the group is together, Seonghwa oftentimes seems to direct his words and questions to both of you, never signaling anyone out over the other. After a while, you just got used to it.

               Seonghwa pours Mingi more wine, the deep red splashing against the glass as he reaches quickly for it. Your boyfriend then places the wine gingerly back down on the table, resuming eating.

               Mingi takes a swig of the wine in a way that shows the strange energy tonight is settling across his shoulders. He isn’t used to this – sitting with your stoic boyfriend who has made a well prepared dinner. That is where Mingi and Seonghwa differ. Mingi is quick to joke, to be silly, to always make you laugh versus Seonghwa, who is serious almost to a fault, focused mostly on his career, and only peels back the veneer when the two of you are alone in bed. The two men also couldn’t look more different. Mingi is incredibly tall, with vibrant orange-blonde hair, dressing in oversized t-shirts and jeans most of the time whereas Seonghwa dresses in clothes that are seemingly tailored for him to reflect his office job, his hair jet black and always orderly.

               “Thank you again for making this,” You tell Seonghwa, “It really is delicious.”

               He turns his head slightly to look at you. Even after nine months of dating him, you have a hard time accepting how stunning he is. The sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt are rolled up a little, two fancy rings adorning one hand, glittering in the low light. His black hair frames his face perfectly with the sort of cheekbones you only see in magazines and full lips that people typically photoshop in before posting photos.

               “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

               Mingi blurts out, “It is really delicious. Can’t believe you can cook like this. You’re really talented.”

               Now Seonghwa turns his face to look at Mingi whose eyes dart back down to the plate. You’ve asked him before why he can never meet your boyfriend’s gaze and he admitted that Seonghwa is a bit intimidating. While it is true that he isn’t like most people you’ve dated, you are quite taken with him. Seonghwa is driven, intelligent, deeply in tune with himself and fine, wonderful in bed.

               “Thank you, Mingi,” He replies and Mingi swallows hard, poking at his plate a bit.

               For some reason, you feel as if it is necessary to explain why your best friend is acting a little jumpy. “Mingi doesn’t do great in fancy settings.”

               “Oh?” Seonghwa is still looking at him, “Is my apartment that fancy?”

               “No,” Mingi says hastily, finally looking up, “No, I mean, your apartment is nice. The food is fancy. The sort you would order at a high end place, you know? Kinda reminds me of…”

               You know what he is thinking about and interrupt, “I knew you were gonna bring that up.”

               He looks sheepish, laughing a little. “Am I that obvious? Remember how drunk I got afterwards? I think I threw up just outside the restaurant. That was so embarrassing.”

               You laugh at the memory, over five years ago now, before realizing your boyfriend has absolutely no clue what either of you are talking about. “Sorry, it’s about –”

               “You don’t need to explain,” Seonghwa replies swiftly, “I don’t feel left out.”

               “Oh.”

               People before complained about feeling left out whenever hanging around with you and Mingi. You know that the two of you have a lot of inside jokes and stories that other people don’t know and sometimes you both unknowingly end up in your own little world together. But Seonghwa has always seemingly taken that in stride, never asking you to explain the tiny moments he’s aware of having missed out on due to all the time Mingi and you have spent together.

               “Although I do wonder if you would permit me one question?” Seonghwa asks to the room, delicately putting down his knife and fork now that he has finished eating.

               Mingi glances at you and gives a small shrug before going, “Yeah, that’s fine.” He sounds slightly curious which admittedly you are as well. Seonghwa has never asked a question about your friendship with Mingi before and combined with the unusual energy he has tonight, it is enough to have your interest peaked.

               “I was wondering how long it was into the friendship before the two of you realized that you want to sleep together?” His voice is unchanged like he is asking about the weather, gently dabbing at his mouth with the napkin before placing it back down and raising his head to look at Mingi for a second and then at you.

               The words hang in the air, fizzling like soda pop. Thrown off by his casual tone, it takes your brain a few seconds to wrap itself around the question your boyfriend just asked.

               “What?” Mingi sputters, openly gawking at Seonghwa.

               He clears his throat delicately, turning his attention to your best friend. “How long were you two friends before you realized that you wanted to sleep together?”

               Mingi’s cheeks have turned a deep crimson, at odds with Seonghwa’s unaffected tone. “What the hell are you talking about?” He mumbles, not looking over at you.

               “I believe my question was straight forward enough not to have to explain myself further.”

               “Seonghwa,” Your voice sounds slightly higher pitched than you would like, “Why would you ask something like that?”

               He turns in your direction. His expression is completely neutral, his demeanor as calm as ever. “I was merely wondering if the two of you realized it and had a conversation about it or passively decided not to mention it for the sake of the friendship. I’ve never been attracted to my best friend so I was curious as to how the two of you went about it.”

               Mingi is still making strange half garbled noises as he attempts to say something. All you can do is stare at your boyfriend, unable to comprehend what has driven him to ask something like this. In the few long seconds that follow, Seonghwa finally breaks the eye contact with you and looks down at his plate with a soft ah.

               “What?” Your tone is defensive and Mingi finally falls silent, his cheeks still red with colour.

               “Nothing, I just didn’t take that into account.”

               “What into account?” You are almost snapping at your boyfriend, unable to control your ever growing irritation.

               “That neither one of you accepted it.”

               He says it so easily, so effortlessly, that you realize he has been planning to ask this question the entire night and that is why the energy felt different. He’s been thinking about it. He just assumed Mingi and I are attracted to one another and are curious how we dealt with it, you think, staring at your boyfriend.

               Seonghwa always thinks things through to a conclusion and remains steadfast in the conclusions he draws. In the time that you have been with him, every decision and choice he’s made has been after a period of careful consideration. If he asked us this, it’s because he logically concluded that Mingi and I…

               You are suddenly hyper aware of Mingi across the table and avoid looking at him. Your chest is tight as your mind swirls around Seonghwa’s question. “I was wondering how long it was into the friendship before the two of you realized that you want to sleep together?” No, Mingi never mentioned any desire to sleep together nor have you. It would be preposterous to sleep with him. He is your best friend. You know him so well – the way he laughs, cries, the silly way he gets when he is drunk, the thoughtful way he listens when you have a problem, ever a constant by your side since you were both kids. To think of him like that…

               You flinch – at the thought, at Seonghwa asking you this, at something else lurking just under the surface wiggling it’s way up through your chest – whatever the reason, you aren’t sure.

               Mingi finally forms a full sentence. “We aren’t attracted to each other.” But his tone is shaky at best.

               “Really?” Seonghwa stands up then, pushing his chair away from the table and very slowly making his way towards you. “Or are you lying to me?”

               “L-lying to you? No, I’m not –” He trips over his words and finally looks over at you desperately as Seonghwa comes to a stop behind the chair, his hands lightly resting on your shoulders. “Tell him. Tell him we’ve never done anything together.”

               “We’ve never done anything together,” You say automatically, distracted by Seonghwa’s hands on your shoulders and the fact you cannot see his face, “We’ve been friends since we were kids. Mingi and I are just that. Friends. Like you said, you’re not attracted to your best friend. I’ve never asked you if Hongjoong wanted you.”

               Seonghwa’s hands are as light as a feather against your shoulders. The position is familiar; it is not the first time that you have sat at this table and he has come behind you in this manner. In fact, it usually indicated a shift towards sex. Seonghwa, with his gentle yet stern way of being in control, brought out the submissive in you from the very start in the relationship. Your body is relaxing into the touch before your mind even realizes it.

               “Why not?” Seonghwa asks, “If you believed me to have some sort of attraction to Hongjoong, I would have understood the reason for asking.”

               Because I’ve never thought you were attracted to him in that way, you think. Seonghwa had been open from the very start of the relationship that he didn’t notice nor particularly care about what gender someone identified with, his attraction always ran towards the person themselves. But there simply hadn’t been a moment of seeing Seonghwa around Hongjoong that made you wonder if anything was there. Unlike Mingi and I, apparently…

               “What makes you think we are interested in each other?” You pivot away from Hongjoong which you know Seonghwa will take as an acquiescence to his point.

               “Oh, it’s in every look the two of you exchange. The minor touches, the way your hands brush together while walking. The way Mingi hangs onto every word you say no matter the topic,” His voice is soft and melodic, almost lulling you into relaxing, your eyes finally landing on Mingi’s face.

               He is sitting up very straight in the chair across from you, his face still and unmoving. The only sign of his nerves is the way he swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs. Your heart thuds while listening to Seonghwa. But things have always been like that with us…I just assumed…

               Seonghwa brings one slender finger underneath your chin, tilting your face to look up at him. You can hear the rain pattering against the window against Mingi’s slightly elevated breathing as Seonghwa gazes down at you with his collected demeanor. Then he leans down, closer to your face, his eyes flicking to your lips for a moment.

               “There’s something else as well,” He whispers, just loud enough so that your best friend can hear, “Something that I don’t believe you have picked up on.”

               Your gaze is a question, your thighs clenching at Seonghwa’s close proximity.

               “I’ll show you,” He reaches up and pushes a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “May I kiss you?”

               In front of him? You wonder even as you nod, giving Seonghwa permission to lean down further and press his lips against yours. The kiss starts off slow and tender as he cups your cheek, the touch bringing forth all the desire that Seonghwa can so easily draw out of you. As it deepens, his tongue slips inside your mouth and you stifle a moan rising in your throat. Your hand tentatively reaches out, clutching the bottom of his shirt to signal that you want more of him. Your body is growing hot with need and –

               Seonghwa gently pulls away, his gaze steady on your face. Thrown by the fact he suddenly stopped, it takes your brain a few sluggish moments to remember that Mingi is across the table. Jolted by the realization, you turn to look over at your best friend, suddenly extremely embarrassed at how easy it was to lose yourself in the moment with Seonghwa.

               But it is Mingi’s face that takes you by surprise. His cheeks are flushed scarlet, his eyes wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. He licks his lips quickly before dropping his gaze at the table, seemingly unable to speak. You are confused by how he looks, unable to wrap your head around it as Seonghwa brings his lips to your ear.

               “Do you see it now?” He whispers so softly that you don’t think Mingi can hear. “He wants us,” His voice lingers as if knowing that it isn’t sinking in, “Both of us.”

               You want to tell Seonghwa that is absolutely insane but your throat is tight and no words come. Seonghwa pushes away from your chair, circling around the table towards Mingi’s side who goes stiff as a board when he draws near. He glances at Seonghwa furtively as he brushes his fingers to push some of Mingi’s hair away from his neck, one finger dragging down along the curve, stopping at where his shirt begins on his shoulder.

               The touch seems to break the stillness in Mingi and he shivers, his eyes closing tightly for a few seconds. You can only stare, marveling at how one touch from Seonghwa has impacted your best friend like this. It has never been something you’ve noticed. If Mingi did secretly harbor a secret crush or some sort of attraction to your boyfriend, he never made it clear to you. But apparently a lot of things weren’t clear to me. Like how easy it had been to kiss Seonghwa that passionately directly in front of Mingi. Or how watching Seonghwa touching him like that…well, how it made you wetter than ever thought possible.

               Seonghwa’s slender finger goes underneath Mingi’s chin, tilting his face gently to look upwards. You watch, entranced, as your boyfriend whispers something too quietly for you to catch. But whatever it is, Mingi swallows hard and then nods.

               The next time Seonghwa speaks, it is directed at you. “Mingi has given me permission to kiss him,” He pauses as if to let the words sink in before continuing, “Would that be okay with you?”

               You can feel yourself go slack jawed at the question, your best friend steadfastly avoiding your gaze. Your heart is racing, your fingers pressing down against your skirt, trying to fully understand how you’re feeling. You can’t deny how turned on you are, from how Seonghwa is so easily taking control of the entire bizarre situation down to the desire to see the two men kiss. Would it be so wrong? You wonder, your tentative grasp on the night slipping through your fingers like water.

               When you reply, your voice sounds too loud in your ears, too brittle as if one wrong move will send the entire turn of events to dust, “Y-yes. That’s okay with me.”

               Seonghwa looks more self-assured than ever, if such a thing could even be possible. Bending down, his lips graze Mingi’s once before pausing, waiting to see if he will change his mind. But Mingi’s cheeks only grow an even deeper shade of red in response, showing no signs of deciding against the choice he made. It is then Seonghwa kisses him.

               You are taken aback by your body’s reaction to the sight of your best friend and boyfriend kissing. You feel it from the top of your head down to the tip of your toes. You are aware that your breathing has quickened, your thighs clenched, and you’re openly staring. But you cannot help yourself. Mingi seems to melt into Seonghwa, abandoning himself completely. Seonghwa’s fingers have moved through Mingi’s hair, holding onto him just enough to keep him steady as the kiss deepens. Your best friend whimpers, a noise so soft that it is barely audible over the sound of the rain. It is a tiny desperate sound and it hits you then that Seonghwa yet again noticed something that completely slipped by you. He really does want him, you realize with a jolt while staring.

               Seognhwa’s tongue is in Mingi’s mouth for a few seconds which only seems to enflame your friend further. With one shaking hand, he reaches upwards to grip the front of your boyfriend’s shirt as if to pull him closer –

               And Seonghwa pulls away, breaking the hold before it can cement. Mingi is breathless, looking as shocked as someone suddenly falling overboard at sea. His hand grasps air before falling into his lap, cheeks crimson, lips pink. Seonghwa, as always, is unfazed and merely smooths out the front of his crisp white button up as if Mingi really had grabbed it before circling back over to your side of the table.

               Mingi meets your eyes then, just for a brief flicker. You have never seen him like this before, have never wanted him before, and it takes you by surprise seeing the same desire reflected in his eyes.

               Seonghwa repositions a couple of chairs from the table so that he is sitting next to you and has an empty chair next to him. He then motions for Mingi to come sit down in the empty chair, not speaking a word. Your best friend hesitates for a second or two and then stands, his hands positioned carefully in front of his jeans. He’s hard, you think, trying not to stare as Mingi shuffles over to the chair before awkwardly sitting down.

               With Seonghwa in the middle of you and Mingi, there is a sense of things going to the next step. Your head is swirling in trying to keep up with how the night is unfolding. You turn your head to face Seonghwa and he leans forward, his kiss gentle at first before deepening. It is simple to give yourself over to him, as simple now as it had been the first time you slept together. There is something with Seonghwa that works so well with your brain as if he is a calming liquid that can settle nicely down in all the cracks that reside in your surface.

               When the kiss breaks, he grips your thigh, turning his head toward Mingi. His touch remains a reminder that he has not forgotten about you even with his attention divided. Mingi seems to relax into this kiss faster than the first one, his shoulders not as stiff, his eyes fluttering closed. You can only watch in silence, still barely comprehending the fact they are kissing like this.

               Then Seonghwa shifts backwards, just enough so that he is no longer a barrier between you and Mingi. You catch on immediately to what his purpose for moving away is and the nerves hit you at once, swirling butterflies in your stomach. The realization strikes Mingi a few seconds later. You wonder if he is going to refuse, if maybe Seonghwa has misunderstood the attraction at hand completely but then to your shock, Mingi reaches out for you, his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss that you never thought would be shared with your best friend.

               The suddenness of it is like an electric shock in the rain, a shot that runs up along your spine and makes your scalp tingle. It is at once familiar and brand new. Something burns in your chest, a desire that is so overwhelming that you realize Seonghwa had been right – underneath the surface of all the platitudes of close friendship lurked a need for Mingi in a way you never allowed yourself to knowingly consider.

               When the kiss ends, you are in a daze, feeling unmoored and lost at sea. There is not one single thought in your head that you could pluck out and present to your boyfriend. But Seonghwa seems to know this because his hand snakes to your lower back, resting there as if to hold you steady.

               “Do you want to go to my room?” As usual, this is directed to no one in particular and yet is somehow for both you and Mingi.

               Before you can even think it through, you nod. Seonghwa gives a small smile, his other hand coming up to graze his thumb across your lips as he murmurs, “Okay, baby doll.”

               The use of his affectionate name for you, only ever used where sex is concerned, is his subtle cue that you can stop thinking now, stop considering everything, and simply give yourself over to him. It is all you can do not to melt in Seonghwa’s arms.

               He turns his attention to Mingi, waiting for his answer. His eyes flick to you, down to your legs where your skirt has ridden up a little to expose your thighs, Seonghwa’s hand still there, and then he replies, “Y-yeah, I’ll go.”

               Seonghwa looks incredibly pleased and why shouldn’t he? He has somehow read a situation correctly that you didn’t even recognize. On top of that, he is now going to get something he has obviously been thinking about, a secret desire of watching you with your best friend.

               It only takes a minute or so to trail after Seonghwa into the bedroom with Mingi lagging behind as if the nerves are getting to him. You are holding Seonghwa’s hand, a steady reminder that he is leading the way and you have nothing to worry about.

               In the bedroom, the curtains are open, showing the rain against the window, warping the view of the apartment complex next door. The neon sign from the restaurant across the street is smeared from the water and everything is quiet. Seonghwa’s bed is large, the entire room tidy, things put away in their proper place outside the bookshelf which has stacks of books shoved awkwardly onto the shelves. Even the scent of the room is comforting, that mix of cinnamon, clean laundry and his cologne that you know so well.

               In front of the bed, Seonghwa turns to face you. His hands move to your waist, gripping the edge of your shirt as he pulls it off over your head, tossing it to the floor. Mingi shifts behind you, his presence something that you would recognize even in a crowded room. You can feel Mingi’s lips hovering over your neck as his hands run down the length of your arms, making your skin break out into goosebumps.

               “Do you like that, baby doll?” Seonghwa whispers so quietly that it is almost difficult to hear him, “Your best friend touching you like that?”

               “Yes,” You breathe or perhaps you don’t say it at all, just merely indicate it with your expression.

               Whatever the reason, Seonghwa flicks his eyes upwards to Mingi. Something passes between the two men, something you could figure out if your head wasn’t swimming, and then your friend presses his lips to your neck. You sigh, eyes closing as Mingi’s long fingers trail along your arms to your back as he kisses your neck so softly that it is like a feather against your skin.

               At the same time, Seonghwa kisses you on the lips. Smushed between your boyfriend and your best friend, it is all you can do not to go slack and let them do whatever they want to you. Never has your head felt so empty and never have you been so turned on. Mingi’s fingers make their way to the back of your bra, deftly unclasping it as Seonghwa gently pulls it off your body, bringing his hands up to cup your tits and squeeze them in his warm hands.

               Both men are stiff, Seonghwa’s hard cock digging into your thigh as Mingi’s presses against your ass. Seonghwa’s hands leave your tits, trailing down your stomach to the top of your skirt. At the same time, Mingi brings his hands upwards, groping your tits from behind. His fingers graze across your nipples, making you gasp quietly from how sensitive you are. He doesn’t stop, very slowly rubbing the tips of his fingers against your nipples. Seonghwa lifts up your skirt, bringing one hand to the front of your underwear, pressing his palm against your clothed pussy.

               “I’ll ask it again,” Seonghwa murmurs, feeling how wet you are through the fabric, “How long were you two friends until you realized that you wanted to sleep together?”

               To your surprise, it is Mingi who replies first, his words gruff in your ear, “Tonight, I realized it tonight.”

               “I think the answer is the same for you, isn’t it, baby doll?” Seonghwa whispers as he slips a finger past your underwear and against your folds, “I can tell by how wet you are.”

               Before you can reply, Seonghwa gently pushes his finger into your wet hole. You gasp but the sensation only lasts for a moment before he removes it.

               Bringing his finger towards Mingi, he goes, “See how good she tastes.”

               You cannot see your friend’s face but he must obey because the next sound you hear is of him sucking on Seonghwa’s finger. Your boyfriend watches, clearly transfixed on the sight of Mingi’s tongue against his finger. When he removes it with a soft popping noise, Mingi’s breath catches, his fingers pinching your nipples harder than before just to make you jump a little.

               “Yeah, she tastes really fucking good,” Mingi says in a tone you’ve never heard from him before, one that makes it evident just how worked up he is.

               “Hear that, baby doll? Your friend loves the taste of your sweet cunt,” Seonghwa says, carefully bringing your hand down to the tent in his pants – he is stiff against the palm and groans a little when you apply some pressure, “You can tell how hard you make me. But I wonder how hard you make Mingi?”

               “I want to see,” Your voice has a note of pleading to it as you paw at your boyfriend, “Can I see him?”

               “You have to ask Mingi, baby doll, not me.”

               Swallowing nervously, you fall silent, thinking for a moment about asking your best friend such a question. Seonghwa gently nudges you to turn around to face him which only reminds you of the situation you’re now in – wearing just your skirt and underwear, with your boyfriend right behind you.

               But Mingi doesn’t seem to look so anxious now. He is staring at your lips before dropping his gaze down to your tits, reaching out to grope them once again. He flicks his thumbs over your nipples and bites down hard on his bottom lip as if stopping himself from going further.

               “I want…” You trail off, obnoxiously shy for how far things have already progressed, knowing the sentence you’re about to utter is going to be something new for the friendship. “I want to see how hard you are. May I?”

               Mingi nods, carefully taking your hand and pressing it down against the front of his jeans. You can barely feel him through the thickness of the denim and it isn’t enough – you want more. At the same time, Seonghwa is carefully trailing one finger down the length of your back, enough to make you shiver as your hands fumble with the button on Mingi’s jeans.

               He brushes your hands away, anxiously undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. You reach back for him, seeing his boxers, his cock straining against the fabric. Your head goes slightly dizzy at the sight, knowing it is something you never thought you’d be looking at. When you touch him again, Mingi sharply inhales and you squeeze his cock through the boxers.

               Seonghwa rests his chin on your shoulder, his lips near your ear. “Do you want him to fuck you, baby doll? You want your best friend to fuck you on my bed?”

               You nod again, too tongue tied to speak and Seonghwa chuckles a little as if he is pleased with your response. Without thinking, you pull down Mingi’s boxers, his cock springing free. You curl your hand around it and Mingi groans a little, mumbling a curse word under his breath. You can’t get over how turned on you are – by the fact you are stroking your best friend’s cock and by the fact your boyfriend is pressed against your back, in complete control of the situation.

               “But does Mingi know how to fuck you?” His voice is a little louder so Mingi can hear, “Does he know all the ways my baby doll likes to be fucked? And how to make you cum?”

               Mingi, sounding absolutely desperate, immediately replies, “You can tell me. Tell me how to fuck her and I will.”

               “Oh?” Seonghwa’s hand comes to wrap around the front of your neck, gently pulling you back against him fully, his cock digging into your ass. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds his hand there, loving the way you slump into him, no thoughts in your head besides the fact you need to get fucked. “Did you hear that, baby doll? Mingi said I can teach him how to fuck you,” His thumb brushes across your lips and you get the feeling he is looking right at Mingi as he talks, “Because this is the one area where I know more than he does.”

               Seonghwa gives your ass a tiny pat, stepping away from you and going over to Mingi who stiffens immediately. The effect your boyfriend has on him is linking back to the time he admitted he is intimidated by Seonghwa – only now you know it is because of his secret attraction to him.

               His hand goes to Mingi’s hair, curling it around his slender fingers, drawing his face close to his. Mingi seems to slacken, the close proximity of Seonghwa making him almost submissive.

               “You’ll do a good job fucking her, won’t you, pet?” He whispers to Mingi.

               The sudden use of a term of affection seems to awaken something in your best friend because he nods quickly, stammering out, “I w-will. Just tell me how to fuck her. I’ll do a good job.”

               Seonghwa runs his finger down the front of Mingi’s shirt, towards his cock, moving your hand away so that he can bring his there instead. Mingi’s breath catches, groaning, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as Seonghwa very slowly strokes his cock. You watch, unable to tear your gaze away from the expression on Mingi’s face coupled with the way your boyfriend touches him and elicits such a reaction. You are so wet and overworked that it is all you can do not to grab one of them and beg to be fucked.

               “Baby doll,” Seonghwa speaks but his gaze is still on Mingi, “Get on the bed for me and wiggle out of your underwear. Leave the skirt on.”

               You hurriedly obey, sliding onto Seonghwa’s large, comfortable bed. The rain has picked up now, splattering against the window at a more frenzied speed. He stops stroking Mingi then, who actually makes a noise that sounds like a whine, and gestures to the bed.

               “Don’t leave her waiting. She’s worked up enough, can’t you tell?”

               Seonghwa goes over to the large chair near the window where he usually likes to read, sitting down in it as if he really is going to pick up a book, and interlocks his fingers. He’s thought about this before, watching us fuck, you think, studying his relaxed pose, and this is all playing out just like he’s dreamt about. Seonghwa has talked before in bed about liking to watch people fuck and that it turns him on but he’s never implied to think such a thing about Mingi and you. The moonlight is broken and jagged from the rain on the window, casting Seonghwa in light and darkness.

               Mingi kicks off his jeans and boxers, tossing his shirt into the pile, completely naked now at the end of the bed. He is touching himself, staring at the way your skirt has exposed your thighs.  

               “Eat her pussy,” Seonghwa commands softly from the chair, “Not enough to make her cum.”

               Mingi crawls onto the bed, his breathing uneven as his hands rest on your thighs, looking up at you. It is hard to describe the intensity of what you’re feeling – desire for both men, the fact that toppling over this ledge with Mingi means everything is going to change, all of it swirls within you. Mingi seems to be thinking the same, his breathing shallow, pupils blown with desire as he lowers his head, prying your thighs apart.

               He slides his hands underneath your ass, his grip firm as he drags his tongue up along your pussy lips, carefully avoiding your clit. He murmurs something, too soft to catch, and Seonghwa leans forward a little.

               “What was that, pet?”

               “She has a pretty pussy,” Mingi repeats himself a little louder and then his tongue probes your folds, making you jump from the sudden intensity, “And I need to fucking taste her.”

               Hearing your friend speak in such a way sends a thrill through your body. His tongue slips past your folds, going to your wet hole as he buries his face in between your thighs. You gasp, arching your back a little from the sensation. Mingi grunts, his grip on your ass tightening to hold you still, his tongue as deep as it can go inside you.

               Seonghwa, looking pleased, relaxes back into his earlier position, saying, “She has a tight little hole too. You should see how it looks when your cock is crammed into it. Although, I suppose you’ll discover that for yourself.”

               His words only seem to spurn Mingi on further, another muffled moan tumbling from his lips as he swirls his tongue around to get more of you in his mouth. Then, he moves upwards, lapping at your cunt before finally touching your clit with the tip of his tongue.

               Shuddering, you moan and Mingi gently licks there again. Propping yourself up a little, you look downwards to see his bright orange-blonde hair, his eyes tightly closed, lips now wrapping around your clit to suck on it. It is a surreal sight, one that further inflames your need for more, the sort of mental image you never allowed yourself to even casually think about over the years.

               “Does he look good down there, baby doll?” Seonghwa asks, missing nothing.

               “Y-yes,” You breathe and Mingi opens his eyes, his gaze locking on yours.

               You like the way he works your pussy with his small licks alternating between sucking on your clit but the thing you enjoy more is how he looks almost content to just eat your cunt like this, as if it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted.

               Mingi sucks hard on your clit as if in response and you groan, your hand going to his hair, holding him in place, falling back onto the bed as he doesn’t stop sucking as if Seonghwa’s earlier words of not making you cum have completely been lost to him. The sounds of him groaning while doing so turns you on and you grind your pussy against your best friend’s face with reckless abandon. Mingi’s hold on your ass slackens; clearly, he enjoys that you’re doing this to him.

               With one final lick, your orgasm begins and you cum on Mingi’s face, grinding your pussy down on him, feeling his nose bumping into your clit as you pant and groan. Your hold on his hair releases only as your orgasm winds down, leaving you panting, staring at the ceiling in a haze.

               Seonghwa swiftly stands up then, marching over towards the bed. You hear Mingi make a tiny noise of exclamation which makes you prop yourself back up on your elbows to look at what is going on.

               Seonghwa has his hand in Mingi’s hair, giving it a sharp tug so that he is looking up at your boyfriend. In the dim lighting, you can see yourself smeared on his face, his lips covered in you, driving home the fact that your best friend has really gone down on you.

               “What did I say, pet?” Seonghwa’s voice is soft yet stern and Mingi looks embarrassed.

               “You said not –” He swallows nervously, “You said not to make her cum. I’m sorry! I just – I lost control, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I couldn’t stop.” His eyes are downcast.

               You’ve never seen Mingi so submissive before. He’s had girlfriends in the past that would hang around but there was never anything in the dynamic to indicate he would be like this. But then you think about how quiet he always has been around Seonghwa, almost meek in a way, to the point where you used to fret that he secretly disliked your boyfriend. I know better now, you realize, staring at the two men.

               “If you don’t listen to simple instructions like that, how do you expect to be able to fuck your best friend the way she likes?” Seonghwa prompts.

               “I know, I’m sorry,” Mingi gasps out, “I’ll do better, I promise.” At the same time he is pleading, his hands reach for Seonghwa and he presses his palm against the tent in his slacks before blushing as though he didn’t even realize he was doing such a thing until it was too late.

               Seonghwa gently pushes Mingi’s hands away, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Aren’t you easily distracted, pet. Are you even listening to me as you try to get to my cock?” He releases the hold on Mingi’s hair, moving away from him. “Baby doll, why don’t you tell your friend what position makes it easiest for you to cum?”

               Your cheeks are warm as you reply, “On top.”

               “Did you hear that, pet?”

               Mingi tears his gaze away from Seonghwa who is taking his position back in the chair. Very carefully, as if he can’t believe this is happening, he lays down next to you, fingers brushing against yours. You can see his hard cock against his stomach, the precum dripping from the tip. You can’t believe that you are staring at your best friend’s cock like this. Before you can move, Mingi tilts his face towards yours, pulling you in for a kiss. Your heart skips a beat, your tongues pressing together, tasting yourself in his mouth. Mingi rests one hand on your hips, gently nudging you towards him.

               The kiss not breaking, you shift on top of him, skin to skin. The touch is electric, his large hands moving down to your lower back, touching the top of your skirt. When the kiss breaks, your foreheads are touching, lips grazing one another gently with each breath.

               Mingi murmurs, “I want to fuck you so bad.”

               Out of curiosity, you whisper back, “You like that he’s watching, don’t you?”

               He hesitates, shyness overtaking for a split second, and then replies, “Yeah. Is that…I mean, that’s weird, right?”

               “N-no, it’s not,” The conversation is too soft for Seonghwa to hear even though you know he is staring and taking each moment in, “I like it too.”

               “Are you…” His voice catches but he forces himself to continue, “Are you bothered that I’m attracted to your boyfriend?”

               “No,” You are quick to reassure him, “Surprised, yeah, but not bothered. I mean…” You glance over at Seonghwa, “He’s hot…so…”

               Mingi laughs quietly, his hands wrapping around your waist, wiggling you down so that your pussy is against his cock. You straighten up, your hands pressing against his toned stomach, looking at Seonghwa.

               Reflexively, even though it is a bit absurd given the situation, you go, “Sorry, we were –”

               “I don’t feel left out,” Your boyfriend replies for the second time tonight, somehow never feeling left out even if it is about an inside joke or the fact he is currently sitting in the corner. His confidence is just that unshakeable.

               Mingi holds his cock so that you can sink down on it, exhaling slowly while doing so. But your pussy is soaking wet from being turned on as well as the earlier orgasm and you take his girth with little effort. As he fills your pussy, he curses loudly, his hands going to your hips as you fully take him.

               “F-fuck,” You hiss, giving yourself a little bit to get used to your best friend’s cock buried in your cunt.

               You can tell Mingi is fighting the urge not to thrust upwards. You rock your hips back and forth, looking at your best friend underneath you. His orange-blonde hair is a mess against the pillow, his eyes alight watching you take his cock. You begin to bounce on his length, admiring the way his face changes once the pleasure overtakes him. His head rolls back, a throaty groan tumbling from his lips, eyes closing. You bring your hips downward hard, taking him fully with each bounce. Your hands are splayed against his chest. When Mingi’s eyes open again, he reaches for your tits, pinching your nipples just enough so that each time you slam down onto his cock, he gives them a tug. The sensations drive you crazy and before long, you are trying to bounce on him as hard and fast as possible.

               Your thighs burn with exertion after awhile, both Mingi and yourself making enough noise that you are sure the neighbors are sick of it. Seonghwa, who up until now has been silently watching, speaks just loud enough to be heard over the falling rain.

               “Mingi, thrust upwards hard and fast. If you do a good job with it, you’ll make her cum.”

               You glance over at your boyfriend, who is still fully dressed, not even touching himself. But you aren’t fooled; you know that Seonghwa is incredibly horny. He just plays the lead well enough not to show it or be distracted by it.

               Mingi, relieved at the fact he can finally move, doesn’t waste any time in thrusting upwards, driving his cock deep inside. You gasp in surprise as his hands grip your hips, grunting with each pump of his hips. The skirt is bunched up around your waist from being fucked so hard.

               But after a minute or so of this, Seonghwa speaks again, “Not good enough, pet. I know you can do better than that. Smush her against you and fuck her right.”

               Mingi pulls you against him immediately, your head buried in his neck as his hands grab your ass. You can hear his heart racing in his chest and then the next second, he thrusts upwards, hard and fast in your cunt. The angle change and the speed feels amazing. Seonghwa fucks you like this often because it is the fastest way to make you cum, and Mingi seems determined to do exactly what your boyfriend said.

               Limp against him as his cock relentlessly pounds into your wet hole, the sound of skin against skin, and your ragged moans against Mingi’s – all of it seems to come together to lead you towards your second orgasm of the night. Your pussy keeps clenching down around Mingi’s cock and you know he is trying not to finish himself.

               “Take my cock,” His voice sounds entirely brand new, “I want to feel you cum around my cock.” He is panting, his body sticky with sweat from the fast and hard pace he is maintaining. “Tell me how good it feels.”

               But speaking is out of the question and all Mingi gets in response is a garbled moan. Seonghwa goes, “She’s close. Don’t stop now.”

               His thighs are shaking from each jerk of his hips, driving his cock in your pussy so hard and fast that the sounds of your wet hole taking it are pornographic. Mingi, who before had been almost shy or whispering when it came to any topics of sex, is suddenly talking in a manner you’ve never heard from him before.

               “God, you feel so fucking good,” He rasps, his body shuddering, “I love my cock crammed in your tight little cunt like this – fuck. Can’t believe it took this long to fuck you like this.”

               The words push you over the edge and your orgasm begins, your pussy tight around Mingi’s length as you begin to loudly climax. You are wiggling your hips, your fingers digging into the bedsheets, gasping against his chest. Mingi, unable to hold off for another second, pulls out and begins to cum. You can feel him spilling out against your thigh as he curses, groaning out your name.

               Collapsed on top of your best friend, you try to catch your breath. His arms are lightly wrapped around your waist and when you tilt your face up slightly to look at him, his eyes are closed, some of his hair sticking to his forehead.

               Even though you feel fucked out, you look over at Seonghwa. He seems to notice your stare, standing up and walking towards the bed. Leaning down, he kisses the top of your head followed by Mingi’s forehead which causes him to open his eyes.

               Still trying to control his breathing, Mingi goes, “Did I – was that good enough?”

               “Yes, pet, you did a good job. I don’t think she could even walk right now.” He replies softly.

               You suddenly want Seonghwa, desperately, and not just in a sexual way. You want his steadying presence and the way he makes you feel small and safe. Untangling yourself from Mingi, you shift off him towards your boyfriend, reaching upwards for him.

               “What is it, baby doll?” He asks even though he knows.

               “You’ve been sitting in the corner this entire time. I want you here too,” You pout.

               His gaze softens for a moment, reaching out to cup your cheek. Still on the bed, you get on your knees, reaching out to touch the buttons on his dress shirt. Seonghwa watches as you unclasp each one, Mingi stirring behind you.

               “Did you like watching?” You murmur as the final button is undone, exposing his chest. “Was it like what you fantasized about?”

               “Yes, it was,” He replies softly as your hands drop to his pants, tugging the belt off them, “It was exactly how I dreamt.”

               You pull his pants and boxers down. His cock is stiff, rock hard, and you know he must be desperate to cum after putting it off for so long. Seonghwa catches you staring and tilts your face upwards to look at him.

               “Pet,” He orders and Mingi is immediately at attention, ever obedient, “I’m going to fuck her now. Come here and suck my cock to get me ready. I know you’ve been wanting to the entire night.”

               Mingi makes a small noise in the back of his throat, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment for being obvious enough that your boyfriend noticed. Seonghwa shifts far enough away from the bed so that Mingi can get on his knees, looking upwards at the two of you before leaning forward and eagerly flicking his tongue across the tip of Seonghwa’s cock.

               At the same time this surreal sight is unfolding, Seonghwa pulls you in for a kiss. You can feel his desire in it, how turned on he is, and how much he wants to fuck you as his tongue slips in your mouth. When it ends, he looks down at Mingi, who now no longer seems to be feeling embarrassed. Instead, he is bobbing his head up and down on your boyfriend’s cock, spit pooling at the corners of his lips as he tries to fit as much of him as possible in his mouth. Seonghwa’s hand goes to Mingi’s, holding him on his cock for a few seconds, groaning. His shirt has slipped down, one shoulder exposed and the sight is enough to make you want to fuck again. Seonghwa’s head rolls back for a moment, the pleasure overtaking him, momentarily bathed in moonlight. There is something incredibly sexy about watching the two men entwined like this.

               Seonghwa snaps to his senses and tugs on Mingi’s hair, pulling him off his cock with a soft pop, a droplet of precum smeared on his bottom lip. Mingi makes a small whining noise, looking upwards at the two of you.

               “That’s enough or I’ll end up finishing in your mouth when I’m going to cum in my baby doll’s cunt,” Seonghwa explains to a flustered Mingi.

               You cannot help it, even though it might embarrass your best friend further, you go, “I didn’t think you’d be so into sucking my boyfriend’s dick.”

               Mingi stammers out gibberish, looking sheepish. Seonghwa says, “Don’t overwhelm him too much or he’ll be too shy to get on his knees again for me. Come on, off the floor. You can watch me fuck her but you’re not allowed to touch yourself, understand, pet?”

               He nods quickly. Your best friend is so submissive to Seonghwa that you have a feeling he would agree to anything he told him at this point. Your boyfriend turns his attention to you now, gently pushing your body onto the bed, crawling over you. As he does so, he starts leaving a trail of kisses along your thighs, not caring that Mingi has cum all over them, stopping to lick your clit one single time just to hear you whine as he wiggles your skirt off your body, and then kisses up along your stomach. He bites down on each nipple and then kisses your neck.

               Seonghwa’s lips find yours and he nibbles on them with his teeth as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close. His cock buries in between your folds and he shivers at the sudden warmth, his tongue in your mouth as he pushes inside your pussy. You can feel Mingi’s eyes on the two of you, watching as you take Seonghwa’s dick.

               With his hands by the side of your head to prop him up, Seonghwa begins to move his hips. He thrusts slowly and you know it is because he has been turned on for so long that it won’t take him much to finish. Even so, your legs tighten around his waist, driving his cock deeper in your wet hole. He hisses through clenched teeth and stops moving completely.

               “You just got fucked, baby doll, and now you’re that anxious for my cock?” Seonghwa teases, his voice low and taunt.

               You whimper, trying to wiggle your hips but he still doesn’t move. His eyes are watching your face, taking note of how your expressions change.

               “One cock isn’t enough for you. You just had your best friend and you immediately needed mine,” He goes on as your fingers dig into his shoulders in a silent plea to fuck you, “And your friend is just as bad as you because I can tell he’s already having difficult not touching himself.”

               You look over at Mingi who is next to you, that same shy and submissive look on his face. He has tugged the bed sheet over his lower half in an effort not to touch himself but it is evident by the tent that he is hard again.

               As you study him, Seonghwa thrusts unexpectedly, making you moan, your walls tightening around his cock. Then he goes still again, seemingly just enjoying the sensation of your pussy wrapped around him. He brings one hand to your neck, curling his long slender fingers around it.

               “You want to cum again, baby doll?” He asks and when you whimper and nod furiously, he goes, “How do you want it?”

               You reach upwards, your own hands wrapping around his. “Hard, fuck me into the mattress.”            

               “And my hand?”

               “Tighten it,” You beg.

               Seonghwa gives a curt nod, shifting a little so that he can pound into you at a faster speed. You don’t always ask for him to fuck you like this but you love when he does, when he makes you feel small and fucked out against the bed.

               He jerks his hips hard, ramming all the way inside you before tightening his hold on your neck. As he squeezes, he begins to thrust hard and fast. Your legs are locked around his waist, taking his cock deep with each hard buck of his hips.

               Seonghwa’s eyes are on you as he fucks your cunt, his breathing growing more ragged as his pace increases. He is chasing his own orgasm, not just yours, and you know that he loves seeing you take his cock like this with his hand around your throat.

               “Tell me,” He orders in between his panting, driving his cock in your wet hole fast and hard enough that it sounds obscene.

               Your voice is soft from being choked as you reply, “N-need your cum, please.”

               He releases his grip on your throat and demands, “Again.”

               “I need your cum in me, please, Seonghwa,” You beg, your voice uneven from the pace he slams his cock in you.

               His hand tightens around your neck, firmer this time, fucking you so hard that all you can do is take his dick, your body going limp against the thrust of his hips. Seonghwa’s hair has fallen around his face, his pace growing erratic as his own orgasm draws closer.

               “You’re such a good girl, you did such a good job tonight, baby doll, that I’ll give you what you want but you gotta cum again first. Mingi,” He snaps out your friend’s name and he is there right away, ready to serve, “I’m going to show you something new about your best friend.”

               He pushes away from you, still keeping his cock deep in your cunt, his hands dropping to your waist. The hair that has fallen around his face is annoying him and Seonghwa tries to blow it away impatiently. Mingi hesitantly reaches forward, brushing the hair behind Seonghwa’s ear.

               You can practically see your boyfriend making a mental note of the gesture, filing it away as more evidence of just how much your best friend likes him.

               “You’re gonna take your fingers and rub her clit as I fuck her,” Seonghwa explains quickly, “Got it?”

               Mingi nods, eyes darting at you, taking in how absolutely fucked out you look. Then he brings his hand down to your clit, rubbing it a little.

               “Go faster,” Seonghwa commands and without waiting, he begins to pull your hips down, driving his cock deep in you. He repeats this motion faster, his hands squeezing your waist as he bounces you on his length as if you are just a fuck doll for him. Mingi rubs your clit fast and hard, his hand slipping sometimes from the force of taking Seonghwa’s cock. But it is enough that you are immediately overstimulated, your clit already swollen and sensitive. You know what Seonghwa is trying to show Mingi and it only seems to enflame your need to climax.

               Seonghwa grunts, driving you down on his length again and again as Mingi works your clit. You groan, your head rolling back, whimpering loudly as your thighs begin to shake.

               “Good girl, baby, now show your friend what you do when you cum nice and hard,” Seonghwa is panting now, on the edge himself.

               “I want to see,” Mingi speaks suddenly, “I wanna see you cum in her.”

               “I know you do, pet,” Seonghwa growls, his motions unrelenting, “But first you’re gonna watch her cum on my cock.”

               You groan loudly, whimpering out Seonghwa’s name as your climax begins. Your hips buck, eyes closing tightly as Seonghwa pulls out immediately so Mingi can watch you squirt all over his hand during you climax. You hear him utter a small sound of surprise which only seems to extend your orgasm, your legs shaking as the intense pleasure rolls over your body.

               As you wind down from it, Seonghwa brushes Mingi’s hand away and thrusts hard in your cunt, going still and cursing as he begins to empty his full balls inside your hole. You can feel him spilling out, the amount from being turned on for so long overwhelming, your pussy squeezing out every drop until it leaks out of your hole.

               Panting, he pulls out, plunging his fingers into your cunt to force his cum back inside. Your body feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds, your head swimming from being fucked from both Mingi and Seonghwa. You still manage to prop yourself up a little, trying to catch your breath.

               Seonghwa removes his fingers, slick with your juices and his cum and brings them immediately to Mingi’s mouth. He doesn’t even hesitate, just wraps his lips around your boyfriend’s fingers, cleaning them off. You see how hard Mingi is, his cock stiff from watching the two of you fuck.

               Seonghwa notices as well because after he removes his fingers, he spits in his hand and lowers it, wrapping it around Mingi’s cock. The touch makes him groan, in both pleasure and surprise, as Seonghwa begins to jerk him off. With them both on their knees on the bed, Mingi has no choice but to look at your boyfriend, already close to cumming from being touched like this.

               “Is that what you wanted, pet, watching me fill your best friend’s pussy with my load?” Seonghwa asks, jerking Mingi off at a steady and fast pace.

               “Y-yes,” He gasps out, “Jesus, I didn’t expect – I’m gonna –”

               “You didn’t touch yourself the entire time we fucked like I asked so now you get to cum again,” He explains, “Now be a good pet and finish.”

               As if on command, Mingi groans, unloading all over Seonghwa’s hand, head bowed as he climaxes. Seonghwa brings his hand to his lips, dragging his tongue across the palm to taste his cum. Mingi stares and even though it is dark, you know he is blushing again.

               The rain has slowed to a trickle and it is late in the night. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to and as hot as it is watching your best friend be a submissive mess to your boyfriend, you’re exhausted. Seonghwa slides off the bed.

               “I’m cleaning up. Mingi, tuck her in, she’s too tired and needs to sleep.”

               Seognhwa leaves for the bathroom and Mingi goes to put the sheets over your body but you sleepily reach out for him. “Get in bed too.”

               “What?” He asks, surprised, “Are you sure?”

               “Yes. Seonghwa wouldn’t want you to go either,” You mumble, sleep hurrying in.

               Mingi pauses for a moment as your eyes close and then you feel him pull back the covers, sliding underneath them. You reach for him, pulling him towards you. Mingi has always run quite warm and now, naked like this, it feels good to be against him. He relaxes slightly as you nuzzle into his chest but you can tell he is unsure of his place here or what has exactly shifted.

               A couple minutes later, Seonghwa gets into the bed as well, curling against your back. He kisses your cheek, his lips close to your ear.

               “You invite him to stay, baby doll?”

               “Yes,” You mumble – or maybe just make a soft noise, you’re so tired that you aren’t sure.

               “Is that okay?” Mingi asks, sounding worried. “I can go if…”

               “No,” Seonghwa interrupts firmly, “Stay.”

               With those words, Mingi finally fully relaxes, one arm resting on your waist as you are smushed between the two men. Seonghwa also brings his arm along your waist, their arms touching as if forming a protective barrier over your body.

               It takes you about half a second to fall asleep like that, with your best friend on one side and your boyfriend on the other.

               It’s the best sleep of your life.

the end.

[lesbiandarvey]

I’m curious what your opinion is on the different occasions that Dick calls Nix Lewis vs Lew vs Nix. Like what name does he use for which occasion/place/situation? Also do you think he has any other pet names or nicknames he uses for him like baby, sweetheart, etc.

OKAY SO. i looked up every instance of nixon nix lewis and lew with the shows transcripts and i came away with two observations:

the real intimate name is not lewis its lew

no other character besides dick calls him lew.

OKAY. FIRST of all i was under the impression the usage of “lewis” by dick would be so emotional and raw and intimate that we don’t really see it. but the only usages of “lewis” by dick is in currahee and points. he calls him lewis in the mess (aka in the public sphere) in 1x01 and introduces him to harry as lewis. interestingly, harry calls him lewis in the last patrol so like that’s an accepted name for his friends. its only harry and dick that call him lewis though. dick also refers to him as “lewis nixon” directly to the audience in points when he says “it had been two years since lewis nixon and i joined the paratroopers”

dick calls him nix in the field. that’s his accepted nickname when they’re at work and i think that helps dick differentiate between his friend lewis and Nixon, The Intelligence Officer. he calls him nix when he jumps on the tank with him in day of days, he calls him nix when nix’s helmet gets shot so know its obviously a fond nickname. even when dicks stomach drops and he thinks lewis is dead for half a second he calls him nix—not because hes self censoring but because thats the name of the man he loves. notably no one else calls him nix. i think col sink might have called him nix once but to everyone else he’s “captain nixon.” and that’s really where the rubber meets the road is that the men call him nixon or capt nixon (perconte calls him nixon in why we fight, webster calls him capt nixon in last patrol), obviously out of respect/deference for his rank and the fact that like, they dont really know him as a person just as the intelligence officer

but LEW? that’s the real intimate one. dick is the ONLY person who calls him lew. and its only when they’re alone the uses of lew i found were

in crossroads when he’s waking him up and theyre alone in their billet

in breaking point when nix gets the 30 day pass and theyre talking in their tent away from the men

in why we fight when nix is getting divorced* dick asks lew? when theyre all packing into their trucks

in points when dicks voice over is talking about my friend lew died in 1995

*okay so like, the why we fight lew breaks the pattern cus its the only one where theyre around other people. i could argue dick slips up and uses lew instead of nix cus hes still freaked about operation varsity and treating nix with kid gloves . but idk feels like kind of a stretch i think he just said lew instead of nix cus he did, not for any particular reason

OBSERVATIONS:

“nix” is his name in the field and at work but its still a little nickname for him and used everyday. i can see dick calling him nix even after they get home. i think people assume nix is a formal name dick is using cus its his last name, but its the opposite because nix is still called “nixon” by other men THATS the formal one

“lewis” is used casually and formally but used by dick and their friends. well just harry thats their only friend

“lew” thats dicks private nickname for lewis that is him staking his claim on his babygirl. only dick gets to call him that. and if its a question of what i think dick calls him in bed im definitely gonna go with lew.

as for other nicknames i think they call each other honey absentmindedly yknow in that married couple way (“honey, where do we keep the whisk?” “honey could you not leave your dirty clothes on the floor in the bathroom?” stuff like that) i did read this fic where dick calls nix “darling” like very rarely, only when it’s the two of them i love that. also i read somewhere that when nix calls dick “guts n glory” (points) that means hes fucking furious at him (he called him guts and glory for applying for the transfer to japan) which i 100% take as fact. also nix doesn't have any everyday nickname for dick but the way his voice drops three registers and he goes “...dick 🫦” is obscenely sexual

[come-down-that-tree]

Prologue Previous

Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Chapter special:  Dream’s takeover!

HEY! YOU, YEAH YOU! I’m taking over this chapter, xoxo. Dream.

“Hello there~

You may know me as Dream! Or maybe “one of the guardians of feelings”? “The positive one”? “The ultimate helper around town”? 

I’ve been called many things: “Dreamcatcher”, “Sunray”, “hey you”, “Princess Sunshine”, “strong bony guy”… 

And my favorite, I do not get to hear it often, “brother” or “twin”!

Because I am a brother and a twin to the other known guardian of feelings (yes we’re two on the job), the very purple-clothed Nightmare!

Well, if you’re from around here, you probably already know that? 

Oooor maybe you’re from far away and still new to this?

Let me tell you a bit about me, this village and my other half!

I should start at the beginning.

You see, Night’ and me? We were fully aware of our duty right after our creation. Our mother barely had time to whisper the story before she fully fused with the tree we now guard! Why did she do that? It’s a bit of a gruesome tale, let’s leave that for now… 

So, we twins, were borned spirits, bodiless and so full of the apples’ energy (the tree of feelings is an apple tree, isn’t that funny? Why not a cherry tree? I like cherries a lot…), acquired our body in the form of a skeleton monster’s shape and got released into the world!

I learned later that babies aren’t supposed to already know how to walk and talk and had to wait a few years sometimes to be as tall as we started our lives as. But then, it was just the way it was. We aren’t built quite the same as others.

We’re guardians.

We met the first villagers five years later (or so Nightmare says, I was bad at numbers then) and it was a whole experience.

They approached us very carefully, asking permission to settle down down the hill, promising they wouldn’t touch our treasure and would show us things we never saw before.

They offered us food and clothes and stories and many other things we did not know the use of. You see, our inane vocabulary stopped at what our mother knew about and even then, we lacked any true understanding (and genuine interest) about most stuff we grew up without.

I was very wary of these men back then and let my twin do aaaall the talk. So more useless words spoken, incredibly worthless compared to shouts of delight running through the long grass, compared to the low song of the stars twinkling high and compared to the earable pressure of one hand in another when the sun rises…

I despised those men. They were loud, foreign and constantly disrupting the peace of the forest nearby. But Nightmare was fascinated…and kept reaching out, delighted by the new knowledge he could gain from chatting with some and in his new favorite toys, books.

So I reached out as well, once the first children came around. I appreciated having new friends to run around and learning new games was nice. The beginning was slightly bumpy when I realized none were that interested in the games I enjoyed before meeting them. 

But despite that, they somehow grew on me fast.

I liked that period. The villagers started to bow less and dropped the formal titles the kids didn’t wait to ditch. I played all day, sometimes with Nighty, sometimes without him, and when the sun set, we’d cuddle against the tree, my twin reading aloud a story book and I’d always fall asleep right through it, dreaming of half tales (when our mother wouldn’t lurk around my sleepy mind).

Books really always were my brother’s thing, isn’t it?

Thankfully, nobody snitched on the fact yet I’m still awful at reading anything more complicated than market panels… Nightmare would never let me leave without running me through horrible classes once again. 

I’m not study-smart, ok?

The switch in attitude happened somewhere between the second and third wave of travelers joining the rapidly expanding I think.

I didn’t notice anything. One day, we would happily run together around half-built houses… The very next, we started walking very different paths.

I was always running down the streets and he always stayed put at the tree, claiming reading was more interesting or that he would go later.

I didn’t notice how fast we drifted away. I never really knew if something somehow got between us or just if that was the fate of two brothers with divergent interests…

Ugh, maybe that void where a strong connection had once been was one of the reasons I had such a miserable phase of experimenting things with people they claimed would “make me happy” but we’re… not talking about that!

At this point, you might start to wonder why I’m telling you all this?

I just wanted to talk about something with you that happened recently in my life, in our life, that I have mixed feelings about and I believe some context was needed!

And that conversation stays between us! I trust you.

So…

A season ago or so (I never said I got that much better at numbers, do not look at me like that), I dragged a homeless unconscious guy back home. 

Now, it doesn’t sound very good, said like that, but how can someone fall on what looks fairly similar to your build, all passed out on the dirt and not think “I must drag him to my tree?”

I know I’m right, now next thing.

I’m an hospitable guy so when I see no one is going to give a stray a home downtown, of course I tell him he can put his butt in my spot of grass!

I didn’t really take into account that allowing a stranger in our home would upset Nightmare and, that, maybe is at least part my fault for dumping that poor guy here…

I think, however, that Geno was a needed change in our life.

Maybe a dangerous change, teetering along the line of good and bad ideas each day something happened…

But despite the fear and confusion after those few “accidents”, I can’t deny Nightmare’s true smile, I missed him.

I’m worried however.

No amount of aweing at surprising them sleeping close or sharing stupidly sweet moments can take away the fact, the village’s atmosphere is more… sour than usual.

Especially since the last (bad) event! 

Last verflor festival, I went with Nightmare in the village with the objective of making the most of the day and sweeping some flowers to redecorate our mother’s scar. It didn’t go as planned. 

I lost Nightmare in the crowd when I got swept away by the music and the playful offers of dance by the local children. 

Maybe the fact I got used to waltzing alone around there is the main reason it took me so long to notice the devastating absence. Or that old couple dominating the place with their dance was that good.

Regardless of the reason, I let go of his hand and wandered alone.

In fact, while I was a smidge anxious when I noticed… I thought he’d be fine and that he’d probably just go back to the tree first! 

That maybe he’d pout at me for leaving him and after some banter, we’d tell our day to Geno and all!

That’s not what happened.

And you know that, don’t you?

I searched around for a moment but I kept getting robbed into activities or helping (something that strangely did not happen when I was still holding Night’s hand).

The sun was already down before I managed to flee back home, energy buzzing at the thought of finding my missing brother).

I was right about one thing.

I did find him here.

Small and shaky, curled up in Geno’s arms.

I was welcomed by a hard glare from our guest and cruel silence.

They both refused to tell me what happened and I didn’t insist.

I felt guilty enough like that.

It’s been some time since then.

Things are more or less back to normal.

I’m not stupid however…

And I do not like the dots I’m starting to connect.”

End of chapter 18... Go to chapter 19?

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Nightmare, Dream and dreamtale belong to @/jokublog

[reallyromealone]

Hey hey I wasn’t the one who sent the anon about the text but could I request that if I need to send a formal request I will it just sounds interesting but um I respect Rome and love your writing

Hi, can I request bonten receiving a rlly naughty text from their innocent and sweet husband during a meeting about something, like the picture(s) are M/N in a lingerie or just a revealing outfit with heels/stockings and being in seductive pose and a sexual message w the pics as well? With some smutt in it pls :D have cool day :}}

You sure can, but people please follow my rules so your requests actually get written

(Name) all things considered was pretty fucking innocent, surprising as his husband's were well...bonten.

But it wasn't really surprising when realizing (name) was incredibly sheltered his entire life up to meeting them.

But apparently not as innocent as his husband's thought.

(Name) giggled as he set up his phone dressed in stockings and heels, lacy panties covering his cock and a lacy sheer bralette covering his chest.

Starting the recording (name) spread his legs and gently rubbed his inner thighs, barely touching his cock "can't wait for you guys to play with me..." His tone breathy before he began touching his cock, slow firm strokes against his panties "fuck... Yes"

All the Bonten men stared wide eyed as they watched their lover touch and play with himself, the video they sent at first seemed inconspicuous enough, he did like sending videos of cute things he found.

This? This was very new and very welcome, their husband never being the one to initiate sex, far to nervous to do so but this... They all saved it to their phone in their jerk off folders.

"Meeting adjourned" Mikey said bluntly as they all got up, an uncomfortable tightness in their pants as they booked it home where their vixen husband was.

(Name) was a little annoyed they didn't reply to his texts and decided to just play with himself, already feeling hot and bothered, a hand gently going into the bra to play with his nipples and the other gently stroking his cock above the panties "shit..." He whined, toes curling as he played with himself "god what a treat" a voice cut through as he looked at his husband's who were already taking off their pants to reveal their hard cocks "out sweet babydoll so slutty... Fuck"

The men stood around the bed and stared down their scantily clad husband who was red faced and so so pretty for them. The med crowded him, touching and squeezing wherever they felt "gonna fucking ruin you" Sanzu mumbled "baby boy doesn't know what he just opened" Koko almost laughed as a cock was pressed to (name)s lips "use that pretty mouth baby" ran whispered to (name) who suddenly got shy "oh? Getting shy on us now? Where was that slutty attitude ~?"

"Didn't think you guys would come home for that..." (Name) mumbled and the man looked at him almost condicendingly "you show us a video of you in these slutty clothes touching yourself and you didn't think we wouldn't come home and destroy you? Well the pretty ones are usually not the brightest huh" Rindō spat out with a feral grin, mouth right above his husband's panty covered cock "im not dumb..." (Name) huffed out, whining as Kakucho pinched one of his nipples "really? Because smart boys would know that something like that would get their husbands riled up"

"Now...take responsibility for what you did baby"

(Name) was held up by Mikey, legs bent around his arms as Mikey and Kakucho fucked his ass, Ran fucking his throat raw and don't worry Koko and Sanzu were using his hands too.

Mochi, Rindō and Takeomi waited their turn with (name) slowly stroking their cocks "he's taking those cocks like a champ" "reminds me of our honeymoon..."

(Name) was fucked by everyone through the night "this bra almost makes it seem like you have tits!" Sanzu cackled as he fucked (name)s nonexistent tits while takeomi fucked his ass, poor (name)s head bent over the bed so that Mochis cock could ruin his throat "god damn! No matter what we do you're like a virgin!"

By the end the eight men circled (name) who was filled with cum, spent from cumming over and over again "take it baby" and with that (name) was covered with cum, the men squirting all over him and he just took it like a good husband.