#beginning of the year before that one when it gets closer to the end of the year. or maybe start of year to end of year comparison....idk

[dolcecherub]

say you’re mine ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

꩜ pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

꩜ tags: best friends brother, smuttttt, lots of dirty talk, (lily cameo), aftercare, unprotected sex, hattie piastri!!!, australian and spanish gp, pining asf

꩜ yap: low and behold FINALLY finished writing this request here, and i had a lotttt of fun doing so, i changed a few minor things but hopefully its still enjoyable and just as good as you hoped anon and i hope yall love it!! very swiftly moving onto the next req on my list, enjoy mwah <3

꩜ word count: 7.7k (eek!!)

꩜ tag list: @skzvibes-blog, @blueberrybirdsworld

You’d always known Oscar wasn’t yours to want. Hattie’s older brother. The one who shared the same dinner table with you more nights than not, the one who’d throw Hattie over his shoulder during pool days before tossing her in and running after you. And considering your mums were closer than ever, your friendship with Hattie was inevitable. 

It never changed the fact that you wanted him. 

For as long as you could remember, Oscar had been your quiet obsession. Every smirk, every sideways glance, every smile, every teasing nickname had taken root in your chest. You had memorized the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his voice dropped when he was tired, how he always drove with one hand on the wheel mindlessly and effortlessly. 

You convinced yourself that maybe, one day, if the timing were right, he’d see it. He’d see you. 

Which is maybe why the first grand prix of the season was more heartbreaking than ever. 

The Australian Grand Prix was buzzing with energy, heat radiating off the tarmac, engines revving and preparing in the distance, the paddock a sea of bodies rushing with excitement, camera flashes and reporter voices filling the air loudly, adrenaline blanketing the whole area. 

The McLaren hospitality suite shimmered with sleek branding and polished glass walls, giving a beautiful view of the pit lane, the air throbbing with high stakes and tension. You clutched a champagne flute in your hand, the bubbles catching the sunlight as you waited. Hattie stood next to you, chatting away with her mum and Edie as the rest of the team prepared themselves. 

Qualifying had gone well for Oscar, placing just milliseconds behind Lando, scoring himself P2 for the starting grid. The room was buzzing with excitement at beginning the season with a 1-2 McLaren start for the race. 

You were happy for him, how could you not be? Watching him get disappointed from underperforming in kart races to excited from his wins. Watching him fly through the Renault Eurocup then F3, and F2 to watching him come home frazzled by the Alpine announcement, all to end up where he is now. How could you not be proud?

You felt him walk in before you saw him, his voice filtering through quickly, his laugh warming your chest.

Oscar strode in, race suit on but folded down on his hips, his fireproof clinging to his muscles. You weren’t exactly sure when he’d grown into the man he was now,  you simply remember him coming home from karting seasons, or his first years in F1, and somehow you were always shocked at how much he’d grown. His biceps strained the fireproof, looking as though it were tight against his neck. His hair was slightly curled, sitting in a way that made him look princely. 

He looked radiant, confident. Every bit the man you had fallen for. He scanned the room, eyes brushing past Hattie, Edie, and his mum before landing on yours, and for a second, your breath caught, hand tightening on the champagne glass. 

He walked closer, within ear shot at least when you heard him, “Come meet Lily,” He said casually, tugging someone gently forward.

You blinked.

And that was when it felt as though your world had tilted.

She was stunning. All legs and hair in effortless grace, eyes doll-like in the way they peered up at him. Dressed in a soft white linen and clinging to Oscar’s side like she’d always belonged there. 

He looked comfortable. Familiar. The way he would when he was sitting in the living room barely watching a movie while the rest of his family chatted away and rehashing childhood memories. His hand was low on her back, fingers curling instinct bringing her closer.

“This is Lily,” He said, with a proud sort of smile. “My girlfriend.”

Frankly, he could’ve punched you and it might have hurt less. Your heart twisted painfully, the room blurring slightly, the fizz of your drink suddenly sharp on your tongue. 

“Oh,” You managed, voice a little shaky. “Nice to meet you.” You offered a smile tight-lipped across your face as Hattie tuned into the conversation. 

She gave you a perfect, friendly smile. “Oscar’s told me so much about you. You’re basically part of the family, right?’ She conversed, her tone far too sweet. 

You didn’t know how to answer. You simply nodded and smiled, eyes flickering to Hattie. You pretended like your heart wasn’t cracking with every second that passed. Light conversation carried, Oscar laughing periodically at a jab Hattie made, Lily watching the interactions with adoring eyes. The sounds were drowned out, your head feeling dizzy, chest aching with heartbreak. 

You excused yourself quietly, champagne bubbles churning disturbingly in your stomach. Forcing a tight smile you walked away towards the exit, placing the glass down with trembling fingers before leaving. You blamed the heat, the noise, the crowd. 

Anything but the truth.

The corridor outside was dimmer, the buzz of post-quali still in the air, the roar of engines muffled behind glass. Your small heels clicked faintly on the tile as you made your way, trying to find the quickest exit out of the entire area. You held a hand to your ribs, as if you could physically hold yourself together. You hadn’t realized how tightly you were gripping your phone until your knuckles ached. 

The sun was unrelenting, although it wasn’t the heat that made your eyes sting, definitely not the temperature that made your chest cave in. 

Your phone buzzed, a message from Hattie.

You okay? Where’d you go?

You hesitated, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. You typed, deleted, and typed again, finally settling with, Think I got a bit too much sun, gonna lie down for a bit

It was a lie, but it was all you could give. 

You reached your hotel room and barely made it to bed. Still dressed, shoes toed off haphazardly at the door, the room spinning faintly around you. You stared at the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut, a slight sting behind them. You let your tears fall, silent and slow.

He hadn’t even known he’d broken it. 

༊*·˚

You hadn’t gone to another race after that. You hadn’t even stayed to watch Oscar in Australia. Your heart clenched with sadness when you heard he had spun out, yet beamed with pride when you heard he somehow still finished in points.  

You ghosted every invite, every group message, subtly avoiding Hattie’s insistent messages claiming you “had” to come to the next race. You simply told her you were busy, sick, or swamped with work. You even went as far as to skip an annual summer break trip, heart aching at the idea of having to see her again. 

At least you didn’t see her in any of the posts from friends. 

You tried to forget the way it had felt, seeing him with someone else. Watching years of daydreams collapse within seconds. 

You still kept up with the races, the soft spot in your heart aching to support him. You remember the smile that flashed on your face when you read that Oscar had won three races in a row. You opted against watching the races, the idea of her popping up on screen with a name card that confirmed she was his partner bound to twist the knife deeper. 

Weeks passed, and the last race of a triple header this weekend. Hattie called, and she was fiercely relentless. 

“We’re in Barcelona next week,” She said, as if you weren’t already aware. “You’re coming. No excuses. I’ve already put your name down for a pass. I’ll kill you if you flake,” And although she said it with a loving smile, you knew there was at least some truthful malice to her words.  

You sighed, head spinning with a new possible excuse you could pull out. “Hattie-”

“Don’t. I will not hear any more excuses. I don’t care if you have to take time off work or if you pretend to be sick, because I will pump you up with Advil and DayQuil to watch this race.” She huffed out, not even letting you finish a sentence.

Then she added, more as an afterthought than anything, “You should come, it’s been ages. Everyone keeps asking about you.” 

Your heart caught, “Everyone?” You asked quietly, although you already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “You know how it is. You’re basically part of the family. Mum spent the entire trip mentioning how much you would love the food we were eating or how you would’ve loved to take a picture for ‘the gram’. Her words, not mine,” she laughed out, your heart warming at the idea of them missing you as much as you had missed them. 

“Mae and Edie keep asking if you’re flying out too. Edie says no one takes pictures as well as you do, and that her pics are ‘lacking the aesthetic’, so safe to say we miss you. And Oscar’s been weird.” 

You tried not to let that word echo, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Weird how?” You ask carefully, tone feigning surface-level concern when you knew for a fact your heart jumped at the idea of him missing you.

“Grumpy, I guess. Moody. Maybe it’s race stress, but it’s like he’s PMSing,” she laughed, brushing over his mood. “Come on. It’s Barcelona. I’m sure you need a break, and we miss you a ton, so please?”

You hesitated, her voice swaying you quickly. The casual fondness, the effortless assumption that you belonged, wore you down. 

You booked the flight the next morning. 

༊*·˚

Barcelona was beautiful and scorching. Loud and euphoric. Everything pulsed, fans, engines, your nerves. You felt a familiar comfort, and yet you still felt as though you hadn’t been to a race in years. You arrived at the paddock, sundress flowing softly in the hot breeze, sunglasses too big and a smile too fake. You had missed free practice, unable to let up a few things at work but you managed to get in just before qualifying for the weekend. 

Hattie met you just past security, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, your body relaxing at the embrace. 

“I missed your face,” She grinned, motioning you towards where everyone else had been patiently waiting for qualifying to begin. She paused for a second, tone lowering slightly, “Also, don’t make it weird, and I think I told you, but in case, don’t mention anything, Oscar and Lily broke up.” 

You stopped mid-step. “What?” Your tone far more eager than it should be.

“A month ago,” she nodded, ushering you to keep going as engineers bustled around you two. “You really didn’t know?”

You shook your head, stunned, feeling slightly guilty at the excitement that surged through your chest at the news. 

“Damn,” she muttered, clicking her tongue. “I figured someone would’ve told you.”

You didn’t know what to say, nodding simply, your thoughts already spinning as people gathered round in hospitality to watch qualifying. You couldn’t help but cheer and clap a little louder at the end of Q3 when Oscar had claimed pole position. .

 You ducked out of the paddock just before he could come meet you all. 

༊*·˚

Sunday morning was a rush of nerves, excitement and the sounds of Hattie yelling at Edie for stealing the earrings she had planned to wear. You touched up your makeup lightly, trying not to spill anything on the flowy white maxi skirt Hattie let you borrow.

You hadn’t seen Oscar since you had arrived. At least not in person, and perhaps that was pure luck. You weren’t exactly sure if you were ready to see him again. 

From the McLaren suite, you watched the race unfold, heart in your throat every time the camera’s nearest to you cut to his onboard. He drove like a man possessed, sharp, smooth, and ruthless. 

You expected nothing less.

You clutched your pass like rosary beads to a nun in church, gasping under your breath as he defended his position in first. 

And when the checkered flag dropped, the suite erupted in cheers. A McLaren 1-2.

Oscar had won. 

Seeing Oscar get congratulated right in front of your eyes felt like a quick brush of events. You were mostly hidden behind taller engineers and team members as he shook hands with everyone, a proud smile sitting on your face as your arms were intertwined with Hattie’s. The cooldown room passed quickly followed by the celebrations and champagne showers. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Oscar drenched in champagne, his face flushed red from the excitement and the heat, charming smile sat beautifully on his face. 

You were proud. Overwhelmed. Devastated. 

He had come into hospitality about an hour later, the suite now fairly thinned out, the air filled with residual adrenaline and the sweet smell of champagne. You were tucked into a corner, nursing a glass of water and pretending like you weren’t waiting for him. 

Hattie ranted on about some club in this city she desperately wanted to check out, words guiltily filtering through one ear and out the other. And suddenly he was there, still flushed from the podium, curls slick with champagne. His suit unzipped to his waist, torso damp with sweat and celebration. His medal hung heavy around his neck. Lando trailed behind him quickly branching off to talk to a few others. 

His eyes scanned the room once before landing on you. 

He stilled. And in that second, the world spun differently, your heartbeat sped up the loud thud drumming in your ears as he walked closer. 

Hattie stood up, throwing her arms around him in a proud hug, whispering a sweet “good job” in his ear as he hugged her back. You stood slowly, hands fidgeting with the hem of your brown top.  

Hattie let go, mentioning something to him about the race, and you could see a flash of decision run across his eyes. He stepped closer, arms opening up to you, and just for a second, you pushed your feelings aside, stepping up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping comfortably around your waist. 

His warmth felt comforting, the smell of champagne lingering on his natural scent, you buried your head a little closer to his ear and whispered. “Congrats Osc.” You could feel him nod slightly, the acknowledgement enough for you. 

You stepped back, unravelling your arms as his hands lingered for a second before sliding off your hips. 

“Look who finally decided to crawl out of witness protection,” Oscar teased, his voice casual, his eyes saying something else entirely. 

Before you could reply, Hattie’s voice rang out from nearby, her timing truly impeccable, and you couldn’t help but know she was eavesdropping. “Told you she wasn’t ghosting you forever. You’re welcomeee.” She sings out.

You let out a breathy laugh, more to ease the tension in your chest than anything else, your heart rattling against your ribs. Oscar’s gaze lingered a little longer than you had hoped, completely unreadable. 

“I wasn’t sure I’d come, just been busy,” You said, brushing a hand over your skirt, suddenly extremely self-conscious. He nodded slowly, lips parting like he might say something else, but he didn’t. Not yet, at least. 

There was a weight in the silence between you. Familiar, unfinished. You looked at him momentarily, eyes scanning across him as if you couldn’t believe that he was standing in front of you. Despite the cold air rushing through the suite, his cheeks were still flushed from the heat, hair drying quickly. 

Then, his voice softer, he spoke. “You look different.” 

You tilted your head. “Different how?” You asked curiously, a small smirk tugging at your cheek. 

“Just…good. Better than I remember,” You laughed at the way he said it, knowing he meant no harm. You smiled, the tug not quite reaching your eyes. “It’s the borrowed outfit.’

He gave a low chuckle, eyes flicking down before quickly back up. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just been too long.” His tone lowered. Before you could answer, Lando walked up behind him, a smile beaming off of him as he clapped a hand onto Oscar’s back. 

“Everyone’s celebrating tonight, at the club near here. You have to come, mate, everyone’s coming, whole grid, I’m pretty sure,” He chuckled, eyes alight with the excitement of a celebration. He pointed a quick finger at Hattie, then at you before continuing. “You lot as well, first round of shots on me!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, giving him a subtle nod as Oscar smiled at him, acknowledging his invite and quickly saying something before dapping him up before Lando walked away. 

Hattie tugged at your arm, mentioning something about needing to get ready for the night ahead as she pulled you away. Oscar smiled softly at her, your heart stuttering at the sight. You flashed him a smile before you were out. 

༊*·˚

The club was pulsing, strobe lights and bass stimulating all your senses as Hattie tucked her phone, ending the map route. A heavy pulse thrummed through the floor, rhythm tippling through your chest, the air thick with perfume and sweat, and the lingering sweet scent of many mixed drinks.

You arrived with Hattie and Edie, laughter trailing behind you as you stepped inside, the heat of bodies engulfing you in a warmth only meant for places like this. Eyes followed the dark shimmer of your dress, a shimmery body oil Hattie had let you borrow glistening on your skin like stars. 

Hattie insisted you wear this dress, with thin tie straps knotted into sweet bows atop your shoulders, the neckline of the dress low and revealing, and the back even lower, dipping just above your tailbone. You could feel the hem of the dress brush against the bottom of your ass, legs feeling dangerously bare with a small pair of heels. Yet somehow, you’d never felt hotter, hair flowing in soft waves down your back, jewelry adorning you lavishly. 

Your eyes scanned the club, catching sight of many of the drivers from the grid, finally landing on Oscar near the bar. 

He leaned against the bar, black button-up stretching against his chest, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hair still slightly damp from a post-race shower. He nursed a drink, the lights chiselling his face beautifully. He looked…wrecked. Handsome, but wrecked. His eyes caught yours nearly the second you stepped inside, and you felt it like a physical touch, low and unmistakable.

You looked away quickly, body flushing with heat separate from the thrumming heat of the club.   

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” You heard from behind you, a familiar voice. Your eyes caught sight of Hattie chatting up some Spanish guy, and you turned around to find Charles. His smile was soft, comforting. Warm in a way that didn’t ask for anything more than your time of day. “Though I should’ve known Hattie wasn’t going to let you skip such a celebration.” He teased.

You laughed, easing slightly at his tone, “She practically packed my bag for me.” You spoke in a tone matching his own in comfort. 

“Good,” he said, nudging your elbow gently, his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top, clinging to his skin from the heat. “Would’ve been a tragedy to miss out on you tonight.”

You blinked, caught slightly off guard, but the way he said it didn’t feel loaded. Just easy, thoughtful and casual. 

“Tragedy?” You asked with a smirk, looking up at him expectantly. Charles tilted his head with a small grin. “Well, some things are worth celebrating properly.” 

He stayed close, talking about the race and telling stories from media day. You congratulated him on his podium for the race and made a sly joke about Ferrari's pace that ripped a chuckle from him. He often leaned closer to talk, the bass of the club making it difficult to chat farther away, his body heat radiating off. 

It felt good. Normal. Like the ache in your chest could maybe be softened. His arms deliberately brushing yours now and then. 

Then he leaned in, his voice brushing just under your ear, making you shiver. “You really don’t notice him looking at you?” 

You froze, “Who?” you asked, although you already knew the answer. 

He nodded towards the bar. “Oscar. He’s been looking at me like he wants to put me into the wall in the next race.” You didn’t bother to turn around, heart racing as it is. Before you could respond, you felt a hand grasp your wrist, firm yet not painful. 

“Sorry, Leclerc, just have to talk to her.” He spoke, his tone anything but apologetic. He pulled you through the crowd, leaving no room for disagreement. You barely caught Charles’ amused half-smile as you were dragged away.

The music blurred behind you, replaced by the pulse of blood in your ears, the thrum of the music a low hum now. You stumbled slightly in your heels as he led you into a little off-road beside the club, quiet and dark. 

You snatched your arm from his grip, stepping back slightly. “Oscar, what the hell?” 

He didn’t answer right away. His jaw was tight, chest rising and falling fast, eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read a language he hadn’t spoken in months. 

“You can’t just do that. I was talking to him!” You snapped, arms crossing over your chest, Oscar’s eyes momentarily dropping to the sight it pushed up.

“He had his hands all over you,” He muttered, jaw clenched tight, a pulse in his neck. 

You scoffed in awe, “He was being polite, friendly. You’re acting like I was-” 

“I don’t care what it was,” he cut in. “I didn’t like it. I didn’t like him touching you.” Oscar stepped closer. “And you let him. You smiled at him.” he spoke, voice strained. 

You blinked incredulously, “So?”

“So, I was this close to knocking his fucking teeth in.” He lashed, words gritting out from between his teeth. 

You stared, stunned by the ferocity in his voice. “You don’t get to be like this.” 

“Like what?” He scoffed.

“Jealous! Possessive, you had a fucking girlfriend like five minutes ago,” You spoke angrily, words lightly exaggerated but you were far too annoyed to care. “You don’t get to drag me out of there because someone else is paying attention to me.” 

He stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing yours. “I felt like I was gonna lose my mind everytime he fucking touched you.” 

You crossed your arms, biting back everything you wanted to say. “Why do you even care?”

Oscar looked at you like he was debating whether or not to say something that would ruin the mood even more. He sighed, deep and breathy, eyes dropping to your lips, lingering for a second too long. He inhaled sharply. 

“I can’t do this here,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair, tousling it lightly.

“Great, then don’t,” You snapped sarcastically, spinning to head back toward the club door.

“Get in the car.” 

You froze, “Excuse me?”

He walked closer, turning you slightly to face him, his eyes dark as they looked down at you. “Get in the car. Now.” His words rumbling low in your chest. Your heart thundered against your chest. “Why?” 

His voice dropped impossibly, something rough and breaking. “Because if I have to stand out here any longer pretending like that dress isn’t driving me insane, or like I didn’t notice every pair of eyes on you tonight. I’m going to say something I’ve been trying not to for years, and I’m not doing that shit in an alleyway.” he rambled.

You stared at him, pulse thrumming in your neck. Then you turned slowly, and began walking towards his car, hearing him fumble his pocket for them before he unlocked the car. 

He followed behind you slowly, letting you settle into the car before he began driving. 

The car ride was thick with silence. No music, no words. Just the soft roar of the engine and your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Oscar’s hand gripped the wheel like he was trying not to snap it in half, the tension in his shoulders and his jaw flexing every second as if he was barely holding himself in. You sat with your arms folded tight across your chest, eyes locked on the blur of streetlights racing past the window, bare thighs sticking to his leather seats. 

He parked in front of his hotel, silently getting out of there, signalling you to follow suit. You followed him up to his room, heart pounding with anger. He opened the door letting you in first as you turned around to talk to him. 

“What is wrong with you?” 

“What’s wrong with me?” He said, twisting toward you. “You show up looking like that, letting him fucking touch you, and I’m supposed to just stand there and congratulate you?” He argues back. 

You crossed your arms, tone defeated. “You don’t get to act like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you have any claim on me.” You exclaim, Oscar walking forward towards you. “You don’t get to act like this, Oscar. You’ve spent years treating me like Hattie’s friend. Like I was off-limits. And then you had Lily-” He flinches at the name. “-so what the fuck do you want me to do?” You exhaled, cheeks flush with anger. 

“I-” He started, stopping himself as soon as, like the words physically caught in his throat. He raked a hand through his hair then down his face before finally speaking.  “I want it to be me.” 

You blinked. “What?”

He exhaled, eyes avoiding yours. “I want it to be me you smile at like that. Me you dance with. I want it to be me you come home with.”

You stared at him stunned, your chest tightening.

His voice cracked. “I have since we were kids. Since you sat across from me at the dinner table and rolled your eyes at my stupid jokes. Since the moment you stopped being just Hattie’s friend and somehow became the one person I thought about before every race. But I- I didn’t want to ruin anything. That if I crossed that line, I’d lose you.” He rambled.

You looked at him, watching his eyes flit around the room frantically, looking anywhere but at you. “Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, voice softening as you took a step closer, heels clicking deafeningly on the floor.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed, or that I shouldn’t. Figured you didn’t see me that way anyway. And I tried to move on. I tried, okay? We got into fucking fights about you, so, it’s never been anyone else.” Your breath caught at the mention of arguments knowing by ‘we’ he meant him and Lily. 

And for the first time in what felt like hours, he looked at you, eyes locking on yours as he stepped closer, his chest nearly pressed against yours. 

“And then you walked away in Melbourne and I- fuck I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to run after you. I didn’t know how to chase you without making a bigger mess. I should have,” words sputtering out like he was debating with himself. 

His hands came up, cupping your face, his forehead pressing against yours, eyes slipping shut. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, breath warm against your face as you looked at him closely, hands warming your cheeks. “Tell me to back off, and I will.” 

Your hands slid up, resting on his abdomen as you curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “Oscar,” you whispered. 

He kissed you before you could say anything else. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn't frantic. 

It was years of silence unraveling at the seams. It was cautious, like he needed you to feel everything he couldn’t put into words, everything he hadn’t said. His hands cupped your jaw, thumb brushing gently under your cheekbone as he angled his head, tongue sliding across your bottom lip as you panted. 

Your hands gripped his sides, anchoring yourself as heat spread low and slow through your body. 

He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing hard. 

“I should’ve told you so much sooner,” he whispered. You shook your head, eyes closed. “You’re telling me now.” 

He pulled his head back, eyes opening to look at you as you glanced up at him. “Am I too late?” He asked, voice straining heartbreakingly. 

“You’re not.” You reassured, hands holding him a little tighter. 

His lips ghosted over yours once more, slow and searching. His hands now landing on your waist, pulling you closer. 

And when you kissed him again, it wasn’t tentative, it was hungrier, teeth clashing against your lip as he nibbled, soothing it over with his tongue. His tongue licked over yours, kiss a messy mix of tongue and lips and want. 

He guided you back, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed, his hands now firmly gripping your waist, grounding you almost. He held the kind of the urgency that came from restraint stretched too thin, from wanting for so long it started to ache. His mouth trailed down the side of your neck, warm and open-mouthed, you shivered at the feeling.  

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your skin, voice hoarse as he suckled a kiss onto your collarbone. “If this isn’t what you want-”

You pulled him back up to your mouth, hands cradling his jaw as your lips landed on his. “Please,” you breathed in between kisses, fingers curling into the back of his neck. 

That was all it took.

He tugged you down gently, you sat on the edge of the bed as he placed a gentle kiss to your lips before kneeling in front of you, his hands trailing down the back of your calf towards your ankle. He looked up at you, fingers undoing the clasp on your heel and sliding it off before doing so with the other. He placed a soft kiss on your ankle before standing back up, his hips now level with your face. You blushed at the proximity, looking up at him wide-eyed as his hand brushed through your hair. Heat bloomed through your chest, spreading like wildfire under your skin. 

He smirked softly, like he could feel a shift in the air, the charge.

His hand brushed your hair away from your face and off your shoulder, fingers curling gently at the nape of your neck, tugging lightly as you bit your lip. “Look at you,” he murmured. “So fucking pretty like this.”

Your lips parted, a soft breath coming out. His thumb stroked your cheek, then brushed over your bottom lip, a quiet contrast to the tension lingering. 

“You know,” he said, voice low and steady, “all night, I watched you. Smiling, laughing, like nothing hurt.” He paused, hand tightening slightly in your hair, not harsh but just enough to make your breath catch. “All I could think about was how badly I wanted to take you home, how badly I wanted you.”

He leaned down, his other hand trailing up your thigh, thumb brushing just beneath the hem of your dress. 

“You have no idea what it does to me,” he mumbled, breath fanning across your neck. “Seeing his hands on you. Watching you let him close like he had a fucking chance.”

You swallowed, your pulse pounding in your ears. 

“Oscar-”

He kissed you again, rougher this time, possessive. His hand on your neck kept you close, body pressing into yours. “Tell me you’re mine,” he breathed against your mouth, “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped. He pulled back slightly, looking down at you like you were the only thing in the world he wanted. He kissed you hard, fingers gripping your jaw, the kind of kiss that pinned you in place. You panted between kisses, tongue slipping against his. 

“Lay back for me, sweetheart.” he murmured, hands coming up to unbutton his shirt. You obeyed, heart thrumming like a drum in your throat.

Oscar’s hand skimmed up your thighs, slow, teasing, before you dragged the hem of your dress up and over your hips, the silk fabric brushing softly against your skin. He knelt between your thighs, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. His mouth brushed the inside of your thigh as you trembled beneath him, eyes dark peering up at you through his eyelashes.

“Mine,” he muttered, lips trailing against your skin, placing soft kisses. Your hips bucked slightly at the sensation and he chuckled, dark and pleased. “Look at you,” he said, voice rough with want. “So needy, baby. You’ve been wanting this too, hm?”

You nodded, breathless, eyes following his every move. 

“I could tell,” He smirked, hands tracing teasing lines across your thighs as his breath fanned hotly against you. “Could see it in your eyes, when you looked at me. Even back in Melbourne, oh you were so sweet, trying to hide it.”

His lips dragged up to your stomach, dress pushing up further. His hands gripped your waist, lips landing on the dip between your breasts, every part of you worshipped like he’d been waiting to earn this. He sucked light kisses on the edge of the neckline, his hand coming up to untie the bow at your straps, pulling off your dress and tossing it off the edge of the bed. 

His eyes dragged over your body with a hunger you’d never seen in him before. “You’re fucking perfect.” thumb rubbing over your nipple as you arched up into him. He hovered over, bare chest brushing yours, the heat of his body between your thighs, voice dropping again. “Tell me you’re mine.”

You tangled your hands in his hair. “I’m yours.”

“Say it again,” He asked, lips trailing softly on your neck.

“I’m yours, Oscar,” You spoke, voice steady with truth.

He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, “Fuck, I love hearing that.” He kissed you, slow and deep, and you could feel everything in it. All the want, all the frustration, the years of biting his tongue and looking away when he wanted to touch. His hands roamed with a reverence that bordered on worship. He dragged his fingers up the back of your thighs, over the curve of your hips and onto your waist. 

He tugged off his shirt in between slow and sloppy kisses, your thighs slick with need. You arched beneath him as his hips pressed flush against yours, only a few layers of clothing between you now. 

“You feel that?” he breathed, grinding against you deliberately. “That’s what you do to me. Every time I saw you, I had to pretend like I wasn’t losing my mind.”

You whimpered as his mouth moved down your neck, leaving hot trails of breathy and open-mouthed kisses along your skin. 

He kissed his way down your chest, mouth lingering on your tits, tongue flicking over one nipple, thumb playing with the other as you moaned. He scraped his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. He continues kissing down your body, your hands tangling in his hair, his palms on your bare waist, spreading you open like something delicate, something he planned to savour. 

“You’re unreal,” he whispered, kissing the top of your thigh, body resting comfortably between them. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them a bit farther as his eyes landed on your core, dripping with arousal. “So fucking beautiful, baby. Look at you.” 

You blushed under the weight of his gaze, your legs trembling slightly from the anticipation of his touch, soft and possessive, as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to worship you or ruin you. 

Perhaps he had planned on both. 

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, hands wrapping around your thigh, tossing one haphazardly over his shoulder as he tugged your body closer to him. Your fingers tightened in his hair, simply the sight of his face between your thighs making your hips twitch. “Oscar…”

He smirked against your skin, letting out a small laugh. “You say my name like that again, and I won’t last.” His thumb brushed over your core, feeling muted by your panties in the way. He tugged them to the side, thumb swiping through your folds, arousal soaking his fingertip. “Hold these to the side for me, baby.” He demanded, voice just above a whisper.

You reached a hand down, holding them to the side like he asked, a whine escaping your mouth. His mouth brushed over you like a whisper, the first swipe of his tongue making your hips jump, Oscar groaning in approval. 

“God, you taste so fucking good. Better than I could imagine.” He breathed, the groan reverberating through you as you tugged his hair.

His tongue flicked again, more deliberate this time, tracing your folds with agonizing precision before pressing in, slow and firm, his tongue lapping at you hungrily. He circled your clit with a practiced ease, teeth lightly scraping before suckling, your hips bucking up onto him. 

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, lips brushing against you. “Let me hear how much you missed me,” He groaned, tongue lapping at you like he couldn’t get enough, his face buried deep between your thighs, nose nuzzling your clit. You nearly blacked out, a loud moan escaping between your bitten lips. “D’you miss me as much I missed you darling? Hm?” He teased, his hand slipping between your thighs. 

He slipped a finger inside you, tongue still sliding over you as you choked out a moan, back arching off the bed. “You’re so fucking tight,” He groaned, “C’mon, take another, baby.” He begged, slipping in a second finger, pumping them deeper, lips never leaving you. The sound of your slick echoing off his tongue and hand was obscene, dripping on his fingers onto the mattress. He looked wrecked just from touching you. 

You whimpered, helpless under his mouth, his name spilling out of your mouth like a helpless prayer. His tongue was relentless, flicking over your clit while his fingers curled into that perfect spot that made your vision go white. You gripped the sheets, fingers curling in his hair tighter as you bucked your face up into him, thighs trembling around his shoulders as your climax started to build fast. 

“Oscar, I-fuck I can’t” You whimpered, body flushing with want. 

“You can,” he nearly growled. “You will. Come for me, baby. Come all over my tongue.”

You broke with a cry, back arching off the bed as he held you down and helped you through it, licking and fucking you through every last wave of release. Your body writhed beneath him, pleasure crashing over you in thick, pulsing waves, his tongue lapping up your orgasm.

You finally slumped back, spent and shaking, he looked up at you, lips wet, breathing hard. He kissed your thigh once, soft and slow, the kind of kiss that made your chest ache. 

Oscar rose from between your thighs slowly, lips slick, jaw clenched like he was barely holding it together. He undid his belt, sliding off his pants as you looked at him wantonly, limbs tiredly sliding off your panties, tossing them aside as he climbed back on top of you. 

“You’re shaking,” he said, his voice rough with pride. “I haven’t even fucked you yet.” 

Your breath hitched. 

He leaned over you, kissing you hard, as if he wanted you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned against his mouth, his mouth swallowing the noise, his body pressing against yours until you could feel just how hard he was, dragging thick and hot against your inner thigh. 

He ground his hips into you slowly, teasing the head of his cock against your still-throbbing entrance. “All those years…and I had to pretend like I didn’t wanna fuck you stupid every time you walked into a room.” 

Your hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing more friction, and he smirked like the devil himself. He grabbed himself, hand pushing your thigh open as he slapped his tip on your clit, your body jumping at the sensation as you whimper. He slid his tip through your folds, slipping through the arousal before he began pushing in. You gasped at the stretch, and how thick he was, your hands flew to his shoulders, clinging. He held still for a second, soaking it in, then leaning down to your ear.

“Feel that?” he whispered, “That’s what you fucking do to me,” He teased, pushing in further. You whimpered, eyes catching his, wide and wanting. He pulled back momentarily before thrusting deeper, slow and punishing, making sure you felt every inch. “You liked it, didn’t you? Knowing I wanted to fuck you and not being able to.” He groaned, pushing all the way in till his hips were flush against yours. 

“God, Oscar-”

“Say it,” he groaned. “Say you wanted me then. Tell me the truth, you used to fucking touch yourself thinking about me.” 

You blushed hard, voice barely above a whisper. “I did, fuck so many times.” 

That snapped something in him. He pulled back and slammed into you in one hard stroke, making you cry out as he buried himself deep. “Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re so fucking tight, so wet, Jesus. Fucking knew it, couldn’t keep your hands off this pretty little cunt thinking about me.” He stuttered.

He set a brutal pace, one hand gripping your thigh bruisingly, the other bracing himself up next to your head. Every thrust was deep and hard, possessive almost, designed to remind you exactly who you belonged to, his skin hot and slick against yours. 

He pressed a hand against your lower stomach. “You feel that,” thrusts still rocking your body and he applied some pressure. “Feel how deep I am inside you? No one’s ever gonna fuck you like this. No one.” 

You nodded frantically, lost in it completely, moaning his name with every thrust. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Tell me, baby.” 

“I’m yours,” you sobbed, cunt clenching around him viciously. “Oscar, I’m yours, always have been.” You stuttered, words slurring, your mind dizzy from his thrusts. 

His hand slid between you, fingers circling your clit with a perfect pressure as he kept pounding into you. “You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” 

You clenched around him, body jolting at his words. 

“You take me so fucking well,” He breathed, eyes intently watching where your bodies met. “So fucking pretty like this. Fuck I could stay inside you forever.” He groaned. Your nails scraped his back, mouth hanging open with moans.

You pulsed around him, heat pooling low in your stomach. “You’re fucking perfect. So tight around my cock. Like this pussy was made for me, wasn’t it baby?” He slammed back into you as you cried out, clinging to his arms. 

His rhythm was punishing, every thrust forcing a whimper from your throat. Every time he bottomed out, his hips slammed into yours with a wet slap.

His hand slid down, thumb swiping across your clit in slow teasing circles while he kept pounding into you. You were dripping, wrecked, the sound of your bodies fucking filthy in the room. 

“Fucking perfect, I’m so in love with you,” he rambled, your heart pounding at the words. Your climax tore through you like fire, your whole body tightening as you cried his name. 

Oscar didn’t let up. 

He kept thrusting, chasing his own high, fucking you through your orgasm, feeling your cunt clench around him deliciously. His breath was ragged, pace brutal, hips stuttering for release. He looked down at you like a man possessed, sweat-slick, lips parted, eyes dark and wild. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna cum so deep you’ll feel it for days.” You whimpered, nails digging into his back as he gave one final thrust, and then he broke, groaning your name as he spilled inside you. His hips twitched, cock pulsing deep in your pussy, filling you up obscenely. 

You could feel the heat of it, the stretch of him and the weight of him on top of you. His breaths came out in huffs, forehead pressing to your shoulder, a soft kiss preceding his words. 

“I should’ve done that years ago,” He chuckled breathlessly, voice wrecked. You smiled softly, tracing the edge of his jaw with your fingertips as he slowly slid out, wincing at the loss, your body clenching to keep his release in. 

“I’ll take care of you, baby. Gimme a second.” He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a warm cloth and the softest look in his eyes. You watched through hazy eyes as he cleaned you up gently, whispering soft apologies and praises as he went, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he stopped touching you. 

“Come here,” he said, tossing the cloth aside and lifting the covers.

You slid into his arms, his bare chest warm against your cheek, his hand rubbing slow circles into your back. His legs tangled with yours under the sheets, possessive even in rest.

He smiled into your hair. “I love you, I’ve been in love with you for so fucking long it physically hurt.”

You looked  up at him, eyes glassy. “You mean it?”

“I’ve never meant anything more,” he whispered. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”Your lip trembled, and he kissed it, soft and slow.

“I love you,”  you breathed, “So much. It’s always been you.”

“I’m never letting you go again,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck. “You’re mine.”

You pulled him closer, “ All yours,” you spoke reassuringly.

He shifted, tucking you fully into his arms. The room was quiet now aside from steady breathing the faint noise of the city through the window, and the warmth of two people who had finally found their way to each other.

He kissed your shoulder gently, “Move in with me.”

You blinked up at him. “What?”

“I mean it,” he said, tone soft and quiet, “You’re already home to me.”

Your chest felt like it might burst.

“Okay,” you whispered, smiling wide, “yeah okay,”

“Good,” he said, eyes closing, arms tightening around you. “Now sleep baby,” he said softly.

And you did, safe in his arms, wrapped in love that had always been there, just waiting to be spoken. 

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[i-like-loserz]

3 times san waited for your kiss + the 1 time he took it

pairing: san x reader

cw: love-sick!san, soft moments, clueless + adorable sannie, longing, fluff, drunken confessions, kissing, dumb drinking scenarios, attempts at humor, lots of mentions of mingi (he is a rich kid in this lol)

wc: 3.7k

note: i'm excited to post something that isn't just straight smut! ik this one prob wont do as well as my other fics but that's ok, i had so much fun writing it <3 i hope yall enjoy ☺️

what san hears whenever he's around you: ❀ 𑁍 ⟡ ❋ ᯽

masterlist

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First Time: Spin the Bottle

It felt juvenile playing spin the bottle with his friends. He’s 25 years old, for god’s sake, why should he play something that's all about shy pecks and giggling? That's for kids!

San was even going to say so when Mingi mentioned the game. But then your honeyed voice chimed in, “I’m in.”

So naturally, he immediately agreed with you. 

“Yeah, me too, it’ll be fun.” 

He strategically found a spot right across from you, but tried to make it seem like a pure accident by pretending like he wanted to sit and talk to Wooyoung (who would’ve stolen the spot as your partner if not for San’s persistent efforts to scoot him over). 

So far, Jongho reluctantly pecked Yeosang, Wooyoung and Yunho made the fuck out, and Mingi kissed a girl that San didn’t recognize. 

“My turn!” You call out cheerfully, taking hold of the bottle before anyone could protest. Nipping at your bottom lip, you carefully place the bottle on its side before twisting your wrist to spin it. San watches on with anticipation.

As the bottle slows to a stop, he hears the rest of the circle ooh and ahh teasingly, waiting for the show to begin. 

He somehow finds enough courage to look at your reaction. 

And you seem…relieved? 

You smile as you meet his gaze, “Alright, San.” You crawl over to the middle of the circle, “Pucker up!”

Pure excitement rushes through his veins as he meets you in the middle, sitting at just the right height, so you can reach his lips easily. You kneel in front of him and cradle his face in your hands.

Either your hands are a bit chilly, or his face is flushed with heat— all he knows is that all his senses are on fire when you’re this close to him. You look so pretty like this, holding him so gently with your delicate hands, just a few inches from his face.

His eyes flutter closed as you begin to lean closer. He waits to feel your soft lips on his — waits for that moment when you wrap your arms around him and pull him in closer. And he does feel your lips…but on his cheek. 

It’s just a quick press before you’re pulling away. He almost sighs pitifully when your hands leave him, too.

The rest of the group grumbles around the two of you in disappointment. And San wants to grumble too, but he’s too embarrassed that he was preparing for an actual kiss that he ends up just silently returning to his seat. 

“Lameee,” Mingi calls out, “Kiss him like a MAN! Even Jongho, the most anti-boy-kisser-man, kissed Yeosang during his turn!”

You roll your eyes, unbothered by his heckling. “Whatever, Ming, we don’t all have to make out with our friends because of a stupid grade-school game.” 

San pouts internally.

Why not?

Why don’t you want to make out with him even if it’s just for a game?

Mingi saves him the confrontation, “Why not? It’s all for fun.”

“Ok fine, then next time I’ll do it.” You say easily with a shrug.

And that makes San really unhappy.

Next time?! 

But what if next time the bottle does a 170-degree spin instead of the 180??

What if Wooyoung, the resident boy-girl-everyone-kisser, gets to feel your lips? Or worse, Mingi??

The thought is too much to handle.

“How about we play a different game?!” He suggests suddenly. His voice comes out a bit louder and more urgent than he meant it to.

Mingi looks at him with a confused expression, “But we’ve only done 4 rounds—“

“A drinking game.” He interrupts, “I’ll give $50 to whoever drinks the most.” Now that gets everyone’s attention.

“Yeah, okay.” 

...And that’s the story of how San lost $50 to Yunho and received not a single peck on the lips from you. 

—

Second Time: Dropping You Off

San chalked up the first time he missed your kiss to be a simple misunderstanding. Of course, you wouldn’t kiss him during spin the bottle! You wouldn’t kiss anyone in that situation. You’re just respectful like that. Or at least that's what he tells himself to feel better about it. 

So he still has hope for himself. 

Which is why, a few weeks later, he volunteered to drive you home after bar-hopping with some friends. 

San refused to drink that night, determined to find a chance to get you alone. He made the perfect plan:

First, when you're looking like you want to leave, he'd nicely offer to give you a ride home.

Second, he'll be all charming on the way to your place and get you interested in him as more than a friend.

Third, when you get to your place, he'll walk you to the door like a gentleman to say goodbye. Then, finally, he'll ask to see you again, and, hopefully, give you a goodbye kiss to seal the deal.

It's a perfect plan!

And he's already at step two, driving you to your place. (Mingi tried to convince San to let him hitch a ride too, but seeing that his friend’s presence would effectively ruin the perfectly set plan he had to woo you, he paid for Mingi to get an Uber instead…$25 + tip...).

The ride to your place was pretty quiet, which was not according to his plan. But it's to be expected. You’ve both been out for a handful of hours in loud and crowded bars, yelling over the table to talk to your friends until it was time to go to the next spot, so the silence is actually kinda nice after the chaos of the night. 

San is grateful that you seem to be content in the silence because he couldn't break it, even if he wanted to. His hands are already nervously gripping at the steering wheel as he tries to calm himself down. It turns out that charming you was a lot easier in his head because now that you're in front of him, he can barely breathe correctly.

Thankfully, the drive was only 15 minutes long before he stopped in front of your place.

"Oh, we're here," you exclaim, perking up on your seat, "I almost fell asleep! Has anyone ever told you that you're a really safe driver? Every turn basically lulled me to sleep." You joke as you collect your belongings (bag and jacket) from your lap.

San nearly blushes from the compliment (except it wasn't a compliment at all, it was just a basic observation. But San took it as a compliment anyway because he likes it when you notice things about him).

"Oh, I just...follow the speed limit and stuff, ha~" He responds.

As he turns away from you and exits the car on his side, he grimaces at himself. San wants to punch himself in the face for saying such a lame thing. No shit?? You're driving, so of course you'd stick to the speed limit, dumba--

As he circles the car to the passenger side, he tries to cool his expression. You smile at him as he opens the door for you and step out. Together you walk to your front door, side-by-side, with the cool evening breeze brushing past your bodies.

At the doorstep, rather than unlocking your door and going in with a quick 'good night' thrown his way, you turn to him instead.

You look up at him, face lit nicely by the porch light, "Thanks for the ride, San."

He nods, "Yeah, of course. Anytime."

"Well..." You look down, adjusting the way your jacket hangs over your arm with pinched fingers. Once you're satisfied with the way it sits, you look back up at him with an expression he can't decipher. You seem expectant of something as you smile up at him.

Maybe you're waiting for him to leave...?

Of course you are! You're just too nice to say it, he thinks to himself.

"Um, I'll let you head in, I guess." He motions towards the door.

"Oh, okay." You nod in understanding. "Have a safe drive back to yours."

"Thanks..."

Even as you unlock and open the door, San stands there for a moment longer, conflicted on whether he should just bite the bullet and ask you out. Well, he kind of ended the conversation when he suggested you go into your house...he facepalms himself internally once again.

"I'll, uh, see you around." He calls out as he makes his way back to his car.

—

Third Time: Makeover

He didn't even realize what you were inviting him to. All he knew was that you wanted to hang out at your house. Alone.

If he had known that he would end up sitting at your vanity with a face full of makeup, he may have reconsidered his hasty involvement.

--

"I've been trying out different brands of makeup..."

You were talking about something. Something probably awesome because it's you who's interested in it, but he can barely string together the words you say to make them make sense. Not when the breeze sweeps your hair away from your face like this and reveals how your eyes sparkle under the summer sun.

Every word that your lips shape so beautifully is lost to his ears when you smile like that. He wishes it were just you and him at this lunch, but San is only blessed with these few minutes alone with you because Mingi and Yunho are running late. He secretly hopes they never arrive.

"...So I'm looking for someone that can--" San's ears perk up at your words.

"I can do it." He offers immediately.

"Wait, really? You'd be up for that?" You ask earnestly, "You would have to be at my place for a few hours..."

"Yeah, totally."

--

It's not all bad, though.

Right now, you're sitting close to him -- very close. So close, in fact, he has to spread his legs so you can get right up into his space.

It's starting to make him feel woozy. He hopes you don't feel the way his body heats up at the proximity as you work on his face.

You have a bunch of little bottles, tubes, and pallets spread out on your vanity, some open and some new. You've been working diligently, brows scrunched and tongue sticking out cutely as you focus until you're satisfied to move on to the next step.

You lean back to get a better look at his face.

"Wow," You smile up at him, "you look so pretty, Sannie." He bites at the inside of his cheek to keep himself calm as you praise his looks.

Apparently, you're doing "idol makeup" for him. It's supposed to look "natural, yet enhancing" for men. He's never worn makeup before, so he has no idea what that means.

"Really? I didn't think I'd look good in makeup." He says smoothly. On the inside, he's vibrating with joy. He loves hearing sweet words from you.

"You should let me do your makeup more often," you suggest as you reach around him to pick out a few tube-shaped products. "Okay, now for the finishing touches..." You open the various tubes to reveal different shades of lip stuff.

You swatch some of the pigment onto your index finger and go back to your spot between his legs. He watches as you delicately bring your hand up to his face.

You smooth the blush color over his bottom lip, smudging it out just so it won't be so harsh. You do the same to his top lip, applying it so softly that it makes him want to lean into the touch. You're so focused, leaning in closely to get a good look before picking up a subtle lip gloss that blends out the color seamlessly.

In the heat of the moment, San tilts his head down, wanting to get closer to you, but it messes up your lip gloss application.

"San, you have to stay still." You scold lightly as you use your thumb to delicately wipe the excess product off. It almost feels domestic the way you're cleaning him up so casually.

"My bad." He whispers. You don't notice how he stares down at you, admiring your focused expression from above as you finish up. His hand comes up before he realizes it, and he's tilting your face up to meet his.

You meet his eyes, letting out a questioning, "Hm? Does it feel okay?"

He pulls his arm away to rub at the back of his neck pitifully, acting like nothing happened. "Y-yeah...a bit sticky, but I'll get used to it." 

"By the way, you have to let me post a pic of you on Insta."

"No way!"

"C'mon, everyone is going to love it!"

"You mean everyone is gonna clown me about it?" He counters.

"I think it looks pretty, though." You give him a hand mirror, "Don't you?"

And how could he deny those beautiful eyes anything?

"Ok, fine. Just one photo."

—

The First Kiss

What do you get when you put two lightweights in a room alone together? -- A lot of loud and nonsensical blabbering.

In this case, the two lightweights in question are you and San.

You're not actually alone, though. You're at one of Mingi's get-togethers that he hosts every month; it's basically just an excuse to get drunk with his buddies.

The mentioned host and his buddies decided they'd had enough of babysitting and left you and San in the kitchen while they moved to the living room for a movie.

"Truth or Dare?"

"...Dare."

"Ok, when is the last time you peed your--"

"I said DARE."

"Um, okay....I dare you to take another shot."

"That's not a real dare. Drinking is just something you do in between turns."

"Well, ok, fine...I dare you to..."

"--I dare you to give me a real dare."

"It's not your turn!"

San isn't even sure how you started playing Truth or Dare in the first place. You weren't playing it with Mingi and his friends, and neither of you brought up the idea to start playing it. Either way, you didn't get far before the game started to fall apart.

"Okay, fine. I'll take the shot." San pours himself some more soju with a clumsy hand and squinted eyes (to make sure he wasn't pouring it straight onto the kitchen counter) until it reached the lip of the glass.

"That's too mu--" San knocks the glass back before you can finish your words. He lets out a refreshing sigh, keeping in the disgusted expression that he usually has when drinking the bitter alcohol and instead putting on an easy smile for you. "Oh."

"It's not~" He happily responds, "I can handle a lot. Don't worry." His beet-red face smirks confidently as he pours up another glass. This time, he really does pour it onto the table. The pool of soju quickly drips onto the kitchen floor, making a sticky mess at your feet. It takes him a second to realize where that dripping sound was coming from. "Oh, shi--"

"SAN!" You squeal, grabbing whatever kitchen towel is closest and slapping it on the floor to sop up the mess.

The towel has as much absorbency as a piece of A4 printer paper.

San attempts to wipe the liquid up but ends up spreading it around instead. Now the mess has doubled in size. For some reason, he tries to move more frantically, hoping that the rigorous movement will coax the towel to cooperate -- but the added stress in his wipe job does nothing to resolve the issue.

You groan, "Mingi is gonna kill us."

"No-no, it's okay, just--" He looks around the kitchen. Not a single other towel in sight. There aren't even paper towels around! (Does Mingi just pretend to live here or something??) "Fuck, um..." He tries to think quickly, using all 2% of his brain to problem-solve, and all he can think of is to strip off his shirt.

"San?? I don't think now is the time--"

"Don't worry, I got this." He reassures you.

He plops his shirt on top of the towel, and the liquid finally seems to be soaking up. With a few wipes, most of the soju is off the floor. Or at least, not puddling together so badly.

"Oh, you do actually have this." You seem surprised that it works.

He stands up, proud as ever, "See?"

And you do see.

You see everything.

"O-oh, my bad..." He quickly covers himself, "I wasn't thinking." As he attempts to shield himself from your eyes, he ends up highlighting the flushed skin of his chest and the size of his biceps.

You look at him shyly, glancing briefly over his form, "You don't have to hide, San. I-I like your muscles." You admit -- probably too easily because of the alcohol.

"...Really?" He slowly puts his arms down.

"Yeah, I, uh...I've always found you attractive, Sannie."

His eyes widen, "Well, I-I--"

"What the hell are you guys doing in here? We could hear commotion from across the house!" Mingi yells as he enters the kitchen. He spots the empty bottle of soju on the counter, and the wet towel and shirt that are piled on the floor. "Did you guys drink all of that? Holy shi-- San, why are you NAKED? WHY IS THE FLOOR STICKY?"

Mingi ended up sending you to bed in the guest room and dragging San to sleep in the living room with the other guys while he cleaned up the mess.

--

San feels pretty dreadful when he wakes up. The alcohol barely let him sleep, not to mention the insane volume of the snores around him. But that isn't the (only) reason he feels horrible. You confessed to him a handful of hours ago, and he barely got to say anything. He barely got to process it because he was dragged away so fast.

He turns on his phone to see the time. It's 4:45 am. And he's the only person awake in this big ass house. He sighs, pushing off the makeshift bed that was set up on the living room floor, and heads to the kitchen for some water. But he stops halfway there when he sees a figure slowly make its way to the foyer.

He watches as you take slow, quiet steps closer to the door. You were trying to make a getaway.

As you step into your shoes, San clears his throat to announce his presence. Your head snaps to him in shock. "San..." You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. "...You're up?"

He walks closer to you, "You leaving already?"

"Yeah, I have...some stuff to do at home so..."

"So you have to leave at 5 am?" He watches as you squirm, caught in the lie.

You don't answer.

San doesn't know when he'll see you again -- if ever -- so he blurts out what's been running through his head all night. "Did you mean it? What you said last night?"

"W-what? What did I say…?" You pretend not to remember, hoping he'll let it go. But he doesn't. He sees right through you.

"That you think I'm cute, that you...like my muscles..."

Your face blooms with heat. You look away, suddenly fascinated by the floor. "Did I say that…?" you mumble, voice barely above a whisper. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, fidgeting with your sleeve. "L-look, San, I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I was drunk and… I don't want this to mess up our friendship—"

"Fuck our friendship."

Your head snaps up. "Huh?"

He takes a step closer. "There's nothing to ruin," he says, his voice low but unwavering. "I've liked you for years. I've been trying to show you this whole time, but you never noticed. Or maybe you just didn't want to."

Your mouth parts, stunned. "…You like me?" The disbelief is written all over your face.

Was he really that bad at flirting?

"Yes," he says, eyes locked on yours. "A lot.".

"Oh, shit," you breathe, your eyes widening. "This whole time, I thought you had a thing for --"

"It's only been you," he cuts in, taking another step forward. You're almost chest to chest now. "Can we stop talking in circles and just date already?"

You blink. "Like… immediately? Right now?" You stumble over your words, "Yeah -- I mean, yes. I'd love to."

His lips twitch into a smile. "Good, then I can do this." His hands cradle your cheeks, gentle but certain, and he leans in. His soft lips meet yours delicately at first, like he's testing the waters, but it quickly grows feverish as he presses you closer.

Once the shock wears off, you start to melt against him, kissing him back just as urgently, like you're making up for lost time. Your stuff slips from your hands as you lose yourself in the kiss, landing with a careless thud. But you don't even flinch. All that matters is the warmth of him, the way your arms fit perfectly around his neck.

When you pull back just enough to breathe, San rests his forehead against yours, humming with a smile on his lips. He exhales, voice soft and full of awe. "Is this real?"

"Oh, it's real." The voice doesn’t come from either of you. It’s deep, dry, and very tired. You both jolt apart like you've been electrocuted. Standing in the hallway, hair sticking out in every direction and eyes half-lidded with sleep, is Mingi. "First, I had to clean up your mess and tuck you both in like toddlers," he says, "and now you're making out in front of the front door?"

San mutters something unintelligible under his breath. You slap a hand over your face.

"Good morning to me, I guess," Mingi mutters, turning around. "I'm gonna take a piss and go back to bed. Try not to start dry-humping in the kitchen."

[ariestrxsh]

professor!matt x student!reader

✧˚ · .⭒ content warning: smut, teacher/student dynamic, age gap, praise, nipple play, oral (m & f!receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, almost getting caught

✧˚ · .⭒ summary: your professor, mr. sturniolo, has a history of having inappropriate relationships with his female students. you've never been with a man so experienced before, but you're dying to know what it's like after a friend of yours tells you he taught her how to squirt.

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Need To Know

You knew it was risky when you got dressed for English 101 this morning, putting on a mini skirt with no panties on underneath, but ever since you'd transferred to Professor Sturniolo's class, you found yourself coming up with even more drastic and daring outfit ideas to get his attention.

Your heels clicked across the hallway floor as you walked into class with a smug smile plastered to your face and your books clutched to your chest. You greeted your teacher with a smile and a warm, "Good morning, Mr. Sturniolo."

"Mornin', miss." His eyes scanned you up and down. You'd gotten your nails done again - simple white french tips. He also took note that the two top buttons of your button up were undone - one more than usual.

His sights were set on you as you strode from the entryway to your seat, which was right up at the front. You sat down at your desk, mindlessly chewing on the eraser end of your pencil with your head cocked to the side as you sat there admiring your teacher.

Mr. Sturniolo was every girl's wet dream.

His blue eyes were piercing, always full of intensity. He had strong, veiny hands and long fingers that he wore silver jewelery on. He had this way of looking at you, that seductive stare, and his sexy smirk - they would leave your heart racing and your thighs clenched together. His voice was smooth like honey, and his charm was magnetizing.

Word around the school was that he had slept with a few of the students, one of them being your best friend at the beginning of the school year. After hearing her account of how Mr. Sturniolo made her squirt for the first time, you were determined to get him to sleep with you. You just had to know what it was like.

It's not necessarily that he was playing hard to get, but you knew he couldn't make the first move. You knew how that would look. Imagine him hitting on a student who wasn't interested!

So, you had to be very overt in your attempts. Direct even.

You shifted in your seat, uncrossing your legs, parting them, and crossing them again on the other side. Your professor's eyes flickered between your thighs, catching a glimpse of what was under your skirt. His gaze flew back up at your face with a hungry look in his expression.

He went back to jotting down notes on the whiteboard, occasionally glancing over in your direction. A taunting smile curled on your lips as you tapped your pencil against your wooden desk.

You uncrossed your legs again, Mr. Sturniolo's stare lingering longer this time.

His red marker slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor. You weren't sure if it was a genuine reaction to the fact that you didn't have panties on or if it was intentional, so he could kneel down to pick it up and get a closer peek. He licked his lips, gawking between your legs as he took his time scooping the expo marker up off the ground.

You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes locked onto his, spreading your legs even wider to give him a better look. His eyes danced over your glistening folds before he pulled himself back up to his feet, clearing his throat.

A sexually charged look was exchanged between the two of you unbeknownst to all the other students whose minds were elsewhere, eyes either glued to their phones or struggling to stay open from how late they'd stayed up the night before.

Once the lecture concluded, Mr. Sturniolo gave you all a reading assignment to work on, and he took a seat at his desk, running his fingers through his messy brown hair while he sifted through papers he needed to grade.

Your notebook fell shut, and you slowly got up from your desk, smoothing down your skirt. You approached your professor at his desk, batting your eyelashes and giving him a sweet smile. "Professor Sturniolo?"

"Yes? How can I help you?" His hungry stare raked over you, taking in the way your legs looked in that mini skirt.

"I was wondering if I could see you after class and talk to you about my grade," you softly spoke, biting nervously down on your lip while you captivated him with your big, doe eyes eyes.

Your grades were never an issue until now. You'd always gotten A's. School wasn't exactly challenging for you, but you'd purposely let your grade slip down to a B in English 101 just so you'd have a reason to talk to Mr. Sturniolo privately about it.

"Sure. Stay after class," he rasped back at you with a darkness in his eyes. He watched as you sauntered back over to your desk. You cracked open your textbook and got to reading, occasionally stealing glances from your handsome teacher as you continued chewing on the eraser of your pencil.

Once the class period ended and Mr. Sturniolo dismissed everyone, they all shuffled out the door, but you stayed put. Your professor looked up at you, and after the last student had left the room, he walked over, shut the door, and locked it.

Your heart started to race and your stomach fluttered.

He made his way back over to his desk, leaning up against it. He folded his arms and summoned you with a 'come here' motioned with his finger. You hopped up and meandered over to him.

"So, what's been going on?" His brows furrowed in confusion. "You usually get straight A's in all your classes. Tell me why I had to drop you down to an 88 this morning."

He didn't look the least bit amused with you. It was almost like he could see through you, and he was not impressed by the little bit you were playing. "You and I both know you can do better than this. If you wanna talk to me, just talk to me. You don't have to play dumb," he smirked.

A smile cracked through your expression. "I can bring it back up easily, Professor Sturniolo. I've just been a little distracted lately..." Your voice trailed off as you lifted yourself up onto his desk, your feet dangling beneath you.

"Distracted, huh? Well, what would help you be able to focus?" He asked, lowering his voice as he plucked a ruler from the jar next to his calendar. He took the end of the ruler and started running it along the top of your thigh, goosebumps forming on your skin as the wooden tool trailed higher up your leg.

"I want you to help me focus like you help your other female students focus."

His breath caught in his throat as he started to lift the hem of your skirt with the ruler, taking a peek at what was underneath. "Hmm. I don't know. I can't have you talking to any of the other students about what we do."

"I won't. I promise. I just want you so bad, professor..." Your voice trailed off. He wet his lips as you parted your legs, baring your pussy to him.

"You know, I don't have another class after this." He poked your labia with the ruler, gently spreading your pretty pussy open, swearing under his breath. Your chest rose and fell rhythmically, trying to maintain your cool, calm, and collected demeanor, but it was quickly slipping away from you. You could feel your palms sweating and your cunt throbbing.

"I don't have another class after this either." You flashed him a taunting smile.

"Oh, really?" He cooed, poking and prodding you with the ruler, watching you drip down the inside of your thigh. "Unbutton your shirt," he demanded. You did as he said, slowly undoing each one until both of your tits were on display for him. "No bra either, hmm?" He purred, setting the ruler off to the side and grabbing a handful of your breast.

You giggled and shook your head no. His lips latched onto your stiff nipple, his tongue drawing circles around it. He moved to the other, repeating the same motion.

You moaned in delight, enjoying the sensation of his soft, velevety mouth paying special attention to your senstive buds. He chuckled against your chest before he dropped to his knees, staring hungrily between your legs.

Without warning, his arms hooked around your thighs, and he pulled you closer. You squealed, your elbows coming down behind you and catching you. He spread your legs wide open, testing your flexibility and seeing just how far apart he could spread them. Your sweet scent filled his senses as he deeply inhaled.

"Look at how she's clenching for me," he smirked, taking a finger and slowly running it along your slit. Your body trembled at the sudden contact.

He leaned in, closing the distance between his mouth and your cunt. He pressed his lips to your clit, slowly working his tongue in circles and coaxing whimpers from you. You gasped as he started sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves, throwing your head back at the powerful feeling.

"Mmm," he hummed against your clit, sending vibrations through your whole body.

"Oh, professor. You're so good at that," you moaned, reaching down and running your fingers through his hair. His intense blue eyes shot up at yours as he continued eating you like a man starving, hungrily lapping up every bit of wetness.

His tongue flicked back and forth over your most sensitive spot, making your legs shake and your eyes roll back into your head. You tightened your grip on his hair as he smirked against your pussy.

This was the first time a man had gone down on you and actually knew what he was doing.

You peered back down at him, trying to steady your vision. You didn't want to miss a moment of how good he looked between your legs. His mouth worked skillfully, his tongue tracing every fold and occasionally dipping into your hole. His fingers dug into the soft plush of your thighs as he kept you spread open.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and right before the knot in your stomach had a chance to snap, he withdrew all sensation. A disappointed sigh left your lungs, pinning your eyes shut for a moment to regain your composure.

"Get on your knees," he demanded, loosening his tie and fiddling with his belt as he stood to his feet. You listened, dropping to a kneeling position and looking up at him like an obedient puppy. He took out his cock, your eyes widening when you saw it.

"Open up," he cooed, running the shiny tip along your bottom lip until he slipped it into your mouth. "Good girl. That's it. Suck it all off," he encouraged you as you cleaned the precum from his mushroom-shaped head. You wrapped your lips around it and started to bob your head up and down.

"Fuck," he moaned under his breath as you hollowed out your cheeks, your eyes still fixed on his. He placed his strong hand on the back of your head, prompting you to take even more of his length. You could feel every vein and ridge of the underside of his cock with your tongue as you took him deeper. You choked on it a bit as his tip triggered your gag reflex, making him twitch in your mouth.

"That's my girl," he praised you, running the pad of his thumb along your cheek. You could feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh as he spoke to you. He started to rock his hips, watching your eyes begin to water as you stared up at him, a soft, breathy moan falling from his lips.

Suddenly, the sound of someone fiddling with the door knob startled the two of you. Mr. Sturniolo held his finger up to his lips, urging you to stay quiet. Your adrenaline ran high, your heart thumping in your ears.

Then there was a knock.

It was probably another student or a faculty member, but he knew it would be better to pretend he wasn't in the classroom at all than to open the door to whoever was lurking out there and find himself in a position where he had to explain why he was alone in a locked room with a female student. The two of you ignored the persistent knocking until the person gave up and walked off.

Your professor pulled himself out of your mouth with a smirk, leaned down, and rasped in your ear. "Get up." You obeyed, climbing to your feet. He lifted you onto the desk again, spreading your legs open once more and lining his cock up with your entrance.

You gasped at the initial stretch, his length sinking in, inch by inch. He placed the pad of his thumb on your clit as he started to move in and out of you at a steady pace.

"You're so tight," he groaned, watching the way his cock disappeared into your hole with every thrust. Your panting grew heavier, and your moans grew louder. His free hand reached for your breast, cupping it in his large palm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Teach me how to squirt, professor. Like you taught the other girls," you managed to breathlessly whisper. A malicious grin curled on his lips at your seductive words.

"Yeah? You've never squirted before?" He cooed, picking up the pace of his thrusts. You shook your head, nibbling on your lip. "Oh, don't you worry. I'll fix that," he whispered, fucking into you harder, his thumb working faster over your clit. You were practically clawing at the desk beneath you, feeling your orgasm begin to brew.

You could feel the coil in your stomach winding so tightly that it could snap at any second. You watched the way your professor pistoned his cock into you, feeling him bottom out into you with every jolt of his hips. You were a trembling mess, moans spilling out of you left and right until you couldn't take much more.

"Come on. That's it. You got this. Good girl. Squirt all over my cock for me," he encouraged you through his ragged breaths.

You felt this incredible sensation welling deep within, and you gave yourself over to it, allowing it to wash over you and sweep you up in its current. Before you knew it, you were throbbing around your professor's cock, your milky fluid squirting all over his length, his nice slacks, and his desk beneath you.

"Oh my god! Mr. Sturniolo!" You screamed out in pleasure, the intensity of your orgasm taking over. His eyes flickered between your bouncing breasts and your juices that coated his cock, teetering on the edge of his own climax. He continued pumping into you, reaching the finish line shortly after.

He pulled out of you in one swift motion and started stroking himself, his cum squirting from his tip and making a mess between your legs. He watched in awe as his sticky white substance glazed your pretty pussy that was still clenching around nothing.

"Wow," you said softly, biting down on your lip and staring up into his blue eyes.

"Good girl," he repeated, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping them closed. You stayed there for a moment, legs spread as you tried to catch your breath.

"No more playing dumb in my class," he said with a stern voice, his eyes dancing over your body one more time. "Maybe we can do it again after you bring yourself back up to an A."

[loganwritesprobably]

These mf trains (N.K.)

Synopsis: You and Nanami both work the most boring office jobs on the market, and commute to work, in opposite directions. That means, when you want to have an at-home date night after work, it’s a pain in the ass Tags/Warnings: Nanami/GN!Reader, established relationship, office worker!Namami, office worker!reader, fluff Word count: 603 Notes: This is my first venture into writing for JJK, and therefore also my first time writing for Nanami. I was going to keep this one for myself as a practice work.. then I realised today was his birthday so I figured - what the hell, why not?

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You did not love your job. If anything, it should be classed as a miracle that you didn’t entirely loathe your job. Just another crappy 9 - 5 in a stuffy office being paid just barely enough to get by, but it did pay and that was all you needed it to do. You didn’t need to like your job, you needed to survive. Your job paid you enough to cover bills, food, and travel, and then you had enough left over to have date nights with your boyfriend Nanami. The issue with those date nights was the aforementioned travel.

Both of you had to commute to work, taking the train to do so, and that wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that you both had to commute for an hour, in opposite directions. No cute meeting up to take the train together, no picking the other up if one of you finishes early for the day, no quickly going home to change for an early dinner reservation. It was a small issue in the grand scheme of things, but it seriously pissed you off.

You sat on the train, once again thinking about how annoying the need to commute so far was, tapping at your phone as you absently scrolled through social media, looking at the life milestones your old classmates were hitting. Weddings, babies, promotions, houses - and you were still in that same entry level position you’d entered two years ago. You didn’t need more than that, even if a small amount of jealousy angrily boiled in your stomach, insisting that you deserved better, that you were just as good as them. But you didn’t need all those things to be just as good as them, and you knew that.

It was easy to keep that in mind whenever you pushed open your apartment door to greet your boyfriend, who was always home just before you because his train arrived at the station closer to the end of his work day than yours did. You hung your coat and kicked off your shoes, then closed the space between you both, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” You asked, pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

“I’m cooking some pasta for us both, and then I thought we could watch a movie. You can pick something while I finish dinner.” Nanami replied, and you nodded easily. You pressed another quick kiss to his cheek before disappearing into your shared bedroom to change into some lounging clothes before settling on the sofa with TV remove in hand. You flicked through the various options before settling on your favourite, as you often did.

“I should’ve known.” Nanami lightly teased as he padded over, setting a plate on the arm of the sofa beside you, then placed his own on the coffee table. He disappeared briefly before returning from the kitchen once again with drinks for you both, so you wouldn’t need to get up during the movie.

“You don’t mind watching it again?” You asked, lifting your plate into your lap carefully.

“I don’t, as long as it makes you happy.” He gently assured you, and you couldn’t help beaming at him. It did make you happy, but nothing could make you as happy as he did.

“I love you, you know that?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice, yes. I love you too, dear.” He replied easily, taking his own plate in hand to begin eating his meal as you pressed play on the movie. You’d let him pick the next one.

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[chock-and-bates]

I genuinely feel like it’s a hate crime that when I’m trying to stop myself from crashing out over US politics the AO3 site crashes for hours so I have NOTHING to distract myself from doomscrolling. Now I have returned to your page just to find feral, spicy snippets - SOS. Bless u for any distraction

awww, hon ☹️ as a fellow american, i totally get it. i've been raging about this for hours.

i can only offer you this spicy, rough draft snippet to distract you from the atrocity of this country-

it's from a fic i've been working on- i've been inspired by the amazing secret kid fics (one of my favorite tropes) and decided to take a stab at it. also my return to omegaverse.

a getaway car: Max hasn't seen Charles Leclerc in a decade, not since the omega disappeared from the public eye at the start of his F3 career... back when it seemed like something more might be blooming between the two of them, as crazy as it seemed. Max never really got over it, if he's honest. But now Charles is here, a guest at the Monaco GP, and Max finds his alpha instincts going haywire at being close to the omega once more, no matter how much Charles tries to avoid him. Things get even more complicated when a distraction appears... a ten-year-old distraction... a distraction that looks startlingly similar to Max himself... a distraction that calls Charles maman.

spicy, baby-making snippet under the cut: 🌶️ 🌶️

Max looks out over Monaco as they speed away, and feels his breath catch in his throat, the magic of the moment stunning him.

He’s blazing with the thrill of being young- in a few weeks he’ll be in F1, it’s a gorgeous evening in a beautiful city, he’s in a luxury car, and Charles Leclerc is laughing maniacally in the seat beside him. 

Roaring up the road in their getaway car, with the most infuriating and amazing omega Max has ever met next him, he has the thought that this is the happiest he’s ever been- that his life is truly beginning.

It makes his heart ache in a sweet sort of way.

They park somewhere secluded that Charles knows, where they can watch the sunset and laugh as Charles’ friend blows up his phone, demanding to know where they’ve taken the car. Perhaps it’s mean of them, but Max finds he doesn’t care much, not when it gives an excuse to lean closer to Charles as they read the texts, subtly inhaling to get to even more of his warm, sugary scent…

They’re giggling over the latest message when Charles glances up at him, and Max can hear the way the omega’s breath hitches when their eyes lock. Max’s pulse jumps at the look on his face.

“Thank you,” Charles suddenly says, voice soft, almost shy, “For coming with me. This- I- We have fun together, yes?”

“Yes, of course,” Max says, more breathless than he would like, but he can’t help it with Charles looking at him like that-

They fall quiet, the silence is heavy with the weight of teenage infatuation. This sweet tension that has steadily been growing between them no longer able to be ignored. Their scents thicken, giving them both away.

Max couldn’t tell you who leaned in first, but it doesn’t matter. Either way it ends the same- with the two of them frantically kissing over the console. The most amazing, delectable, thrilling kiss of Max’s young life- so rough, wet, and hot. 

They move fast, of course they move fast, they would never do anything else.

Before he knows it, he has a lapful of Charles Leclerc. 

They’re crammed together in the seat, but it does nothing to ruin the moment. Nothing could, not when their kisses move to throats, not when Charles lets Max lick at his scent gland, not when he’s making the most delicious little noises, not when their clothes are coming off, their hands bold and wandering, their hips grinding and rutting, desperate to be closer.

Not when Charles is sinking down on Max’s cock, his pretty little cunt taking him in so deep- 

They lean together as Charles adjusts, foreheads touching, looking between them where they’re connected. Their soft, shared breaths are almost as intimate as everything else.

It’s relentless and quick after that, true to their nature, but it’s good. Devastatingly so. Max doesn’t have much experience with sex, but as he watches Charles bounce on top of him, easily led by Max’s hands tight on his waist, the omega’s face flushed, overwhelmed and so fucking gorgeous, Max has a feeling he’ll never get over this. 

When Charles' hand slips between them, furiously rubbing at himself until he gives a sharp little cry, as his cunt milks at Max’s cock, he knows he’s never getting over this.

“Charles,” he gasps, so close to the edge, “I- I’m gonna cum. What- where should I-”

“You can- Inside,” Charles pants, still letting Max fuck up into him, “The pill- I am on the pill.”

Oh, fuck. It's reckless, stupid... Max wants it so bad.

“Yes, but… my knot-,” he chokes when Charles’ clenches around him again. Even with him on the pill, they really shouldn’t risk it-

“Want it,” Charles whines, his eyes still hazy with pleasure, “Knot me. Want your knot, Max. Please.”

He’s helpless to do anything else.

Minutes later he’s got Charles gathered close, the omega whimpering into his neck as he trembles against him, obviously a little overwhelmed with the knot tight up inside him as he’s pumped full of cum. Max presses kiss after kiss to his temple, murmuring soft, unpracticed words- how he did so well, so sweet for letting him do this, Max’s first time knotting anyone and it’s perfect-

“You have never knotted someone,” Charles asks, a soft whisper between them.

“Never,” Max whispers back, kissing him again, blushing at his own honesty.

“I- I have never let anyone knot me,” Charles nuzzles closer as he says it, hiding away from the confession, “But- you make it very nice, Max. Thank you.”

They sit there in their getaway car, the windows fogged up like a teenage cliche, cuddling much sweeter than they should-

Eventually Charles pulls back, raising his head to meet Max’s eyes. 

“When you move to Monaco,” Charles starts, biting his lip, “We should- I mean, we could- We could see each other more, yes? If you like.”

Max’s heart skips a beat, the vague implications loud and clear. “I would like that, of course.”

When Charles gives him a small smile and leans in for another kiss, Max thinks that he was wrong- this is the happiest he’s ever been.

***

Returning the car, they wince at the stains on the seat before sneaking away. They run off from their crime, hand in hand, still a little sex drunk and giggling.

They mean to part at a street corner- Max heading back to his hotel, Charles to his family’s home- but before leaving, they can’t help but hide in the shadows, leaning in for a heady kiss or several. 

Max promises to text next time he’s in Monaco and wishes Charles luck in Formula 3. Charles rolls his eyes as he returns the sentiment, wishing Max luck in F1, but the way he squeezes his arm as he says it gives him away.

“See you soon, I hope,” Max murmurs as they hesitantly hug goodbye, still a little shy with each other despite what they just did in the car.

“You will,” Charles promises, squeezing him again.

They share one last kiss, soft and slow, before finally going their separate ways. After a moment, for reasons he can’t explain, Max finds himself looking back to watch Charles as he walks away.

He watches until he rounds a corner, disappearing from his sight. 

He will not see him again, not until ten years have passed.

[angered-box]

hi art comparison time from this week and all the way back last year in march because i want to see how much i've improved in a year in a half

i wanted to do this with my enst fanart since honestly its helped me tremendously with improving in art. a lot of things i notice with my older stuff is the fact that it is. incredibly stiff. but tbf a lot of my stuff is still like that BUT i've advanced from doing only the upper chest to doing a lot more half bodies which is great! there's also a very large improvement of anatomy and i'm finding it easier drawing poses now than i had then. i think i've also improved at understanding how to shade clothes (but honestly it's only slightly i'm still confused by it ^^;) along with overall shading & coloring i used to use a darker shade of the color i was shading which was fine but it did make my stuff look duller along with the fact i didn't try to ease the blending with it like how i do now. if that makes sense. i have a headache and dont want to continue typing now

[madamechrissy]

Baby You're No Good

Pairings - Cult leader/clan Leader Geto x F! reader

Summary - You have been promised to marry the psychotic, human hating leader of the Geto Clan, Suguru. Your heart sinks at the wedding when you realize you're likely to be ended once you've fulfilled your duty, giving him an heir. He detests you on sight, as do you, but something happens the first time you lay together, Suguru swears you're some witch, because he can't get enough of you. He becomes consumed with fucking you, with the excuse of 'having an heir' but you begin to wonder just where the lines are blurring. Would you survive this- and will Suguru survive being with you?

CW- Arranged marriage trope, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, psychotic Geto lol- lots of hate sex, Suguru calling you a stupid monkey, angsty in places, FULL of smut. Reader is a virgin bc she's sheltered due to been promised to him. Reader is FEISTY asf and mean right back. Explicit sex and Geto being whipped/insane/obsessed and an ass. This part- fingering, fucking, loss of virginity, masturbation (suguru) finger sucking, hate sex, light angst. WC this part- 6.4k

Will be three parts or so <3 Plz share/comment/ like if you enjoy!!

Masterlist - Playlist - Part Two>>> Based on Clan Leader Geto

Part One

You were to marry Suguru Geto, curse user, rumored cult leader, and clan leader to the major four clans there were. The Kamos, The Zenin, The Gojos and The Getos, the main four clans that you all know there are. As for Suguru’s family, it turns out he is now the clan leader for them, he is the one that they are now riding the whole line of the Geto Clan on.

Marrying you.

You stand there nervously, tummy feeling sick in your pretty white robes as you stare at this psychotic man, this man that thinks people without power are lesser, and perhaps worthless. Perhaps he wishes to eradicate you all, yet for his duty to the Geto clan, it leaves him to have to be with you, the chosen one from your family, for as long as you two were alive.

Maybe Suguru Geto back then was tolerable, back when he was just a clan leader and not all the rumors that are held, but now!? Being his bride was not just terrifying, it was a literal death sentence. After you’d given him heirs you were absolutely sure he’d eradicate you and perhaps anyone you’ve ever known and loved, including your family, who’d just given you the saddest of looks.

They weren’t here, you supposed even they couldn’t live with just handing their only daughter off to him, maybe before, you’d have been excited, remembering meeting him when you were just a teenager, he was a little older than you. Handsome and sweet with this smile that made you want to pinch his cheeks, he was so courteous and sweet, but that was a different man.

You look now, as you nervously step down the aisle, eyes of everyone on you aside from him, Suguru Geto. He’s decked out in brilliant emerald robes, laughing and murmuring to several girls near him. His long black hair is half up, showcasing his handsome features, yes if perhaps he wasn’t a psycho killer, you could find him attractive, not be sick to your stomach.

As some long red headed lady taps his shoulder, her long nails against him, he finally sees you then, and his jaw locks, you feel those violet eyes on you like a physical touch. You doubt he remembers your one meeting years ago, you doubt he recognizes you or cares, or sees you as anything but a nuisance, a duty. But you see his narrowed eyes dip down your body, taking you in.

Your heart hammers as you get closer, a mix of sorcerers scowling or smirking at you, along with the Geto clan looking curiously, murmuring here and there. Everyone hoped to stay on Suguru Geto’s good side, if he had one, you weren’t quite sure, feeling the insane energy emanating from him as he studies you. Another step, another click of your heel echoing in the immaculate hall.

It’s hard to be impressed with the beauty of it, of the Geto estate, surely it’s one of the nicest there are, there are four major families, and the Geto family is one. You don’t know how you ended up being selected, your family is certainly wealthy, but you wonder at your horrific luck now as you stand before him.

You have to lean your head back just to look at the tall man, towering over everyone in the room, he makes you feel so small, even smaller with his quiet assessment, as the room is full of hushed whispers. Half of them surely want you to just die, half of them want an heir from you, you imagine this man in front of you leaning down wants both.

Suguru eyes you carefully, yes you’re beautiful, but you clearly have not an ounce of power, not an ounce of any useful energy. You’re clearly just some pathetic little mortal, which disgusts him, you’re tiny and pathetic, useless. He’s so annoyed this is what he has to do, but he certainly can’t just not fulfill these obligations, as Suguru needs the backing of his family to gain more power.

Already so powerful, and with an enormous, loyal following, he detests that he has to in any way deal with his parents still, but he supposes he will handle it for now. Surely soon he’d have the precious few mortals he allows to live, to be loyal servants at his beck and call, pathetic ants that work for their lives he allows them.

Your eyes lower nervously, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks, lights of the soft chandelier hanging above you glittering on your smooth skin. He feels it, you’re terrified, which makes him smirk just a bit, as you should know your place, under him, beneath him, perhaps he can handle you if you’ll be just a little docile. You are pleasing enough to look at.

Something familiar stirs when you look back at him, with eyes glimmering with unshed tears, your lower lip caught in your row of upper teeth. He remembers it like a fog, being at Jujutsu high with his best friends, right before he started to realize how horrible humans were, God he’d been so naive then. Your families introduced you two, but you were young.

He remembers thinking you were pretty, being just a little shy actually, which is so laughable now. You’d met Satoru then too, and he could swear you’d made eyes on him, on his old best friend who now is his enemy, which hurts Suguru in many, many ways, as having Satoru back on the right side, his side. There was no denying Satoru was the strongest, but Suguru was coming for him.

He smiles a bit as he thinks of it, and his pretty face looks terrifying for a moment, making your breath catch, as the priest begins the ceremony, and Suguru rips his eyes from you. You eye black gauged earrings, alone with some little barbell in his eyebrow, details that almost make him seem like a human, but you suppose those are just from long ago.

Suguru feels Manami’s long nails against his back, he turns and smirks at her, ignoring the pretty, but pathetic human in front of him. Manami and him have long hooked up together, though Suguru partakes in many women, she seems to be the main one by his side. Just this morning she’d sucked him off, he had not been in any sort of mood however to do more.

Knowing he’d have to fulfill his stupid duties were irritating him to know end, and no amount of sucking was fixing his shitty mood. He also sees the girls he truly sees as his real daughters, Mimiko and Nanako whispering about the bride just a bit. He errantly thinks he hears ‘pretty’ but he remembers how young they are, and what he keeps them a bit sheltered from still.

They didn’t know all of his plans yet, they were just girls still.

“You may kiss the bride.” Suguru hears errantly, he sighs, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, hopefully the only time he’ll have to, but something literally jolts through his body as he does. He pulls back, glaring down at you, gripping your wrist, tiny in his massive grip, making you wince a bit, looking up at him with frightened eyes.

“Do you have any cursed energy!?” He demands, narrowing those intense eyes of his, you step back, shaking your head quickly.

“You know I do not. Why ask?” You whisper, he grabs your wrist even tighter, sensing every bit of your body, finding nothing. Why then, had he felt that!? Some odd shock through his system!?

He’d never kiss you again, it is quite annoying.

As the ceremony goes, and Suguru has many people around him, including some redhead you notice is all over him, you come across two little girls, who you’ve been informed are like daughters to Suguru. They both study you curiously, the little blond with pigtails smiling at you.

“You’re just a human, right?” She says, and you nod, shyly.

“Does it… suck to have no powers?” The little brunette says, and you sigh.

“Honestly, no. I don’t want all of that responsibility I guess? Do you all…” They both hold balls of energy, and you step back, heart racing as they giggle.

“Girls, not at the ceremony.” You’re almost shocked to hear him sound- kind, affectionate?- from across the room, chuckling a bit.

“Fine, dad.” They speak at the same time you notice, then they bombard you with more and more questions, while Suguru watches curiously, Manami murmuring things she’d do to him in his ear, as the other members start to dance. Someone dances with you, then, and Suguru…

Well he doesn’t fucking like it.

Why!? You’re nothing really.

When you’re finally done in the ceremony, and you’ve been dressed in some dainty little see through slip, you feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, as they finally leave after slathering you in fragrant oil, brushing your hair till it gleamed. You eye yourself in the mirror nervously, seeing the color on your cheeks, the way your eyes look so… frightened really.

Being promised to Suguru meant being sheltered, and aside from making out and some touching when you could sneak out, you were indeed a virgin, and having your first time with a dude who wants to kill you just doesn’t sound fun. You sure wouldn’t let him see how afraid you were, not when he walks into the room, a goblet of wine in his hand, sighing and shutting the door.

You’re tense as he eyes your, thin transparent material showcasing your curves, the nip of your waist, the just of your hips, and most tantalizingly the swell of your breasts. His breath catches at just how good you do look, his cock twitching in response, irritating him to no end.

Perhaps this is just his stupid body’s response, but he does not get attracted to humans, they disgust him, even the pretty ones. But you are… exceptionally sexy right now, could it be all the wine, could it be that he saw you before he changed? Suguru shoves all those thoughts back, gulping down the rest of the red wine now, a drip falling from the corner, and you’re just standing there.

“Let’s get this over with.” He mumbles, and you glare then, making him smirk but also making his cock even more full of blood.

“Let’s, I don’t want this any more than you.” You mumble, unlacing the ribbons over your gown then, and he’s irritated at how bad his hands itch to take it off you, instead raising a brow.

“Oh I doubt that, at least you get to fuck me, someone with power. I am the one that has to fuck a pathetic monkey.” Your scowl deepens, as he unlaces his belt, letting his robes fall, and you see his perfect body, well formed pecs and cut abdomen, lines and swirls of tattoos all over his body, even on his corded arms.

You falter for only a moment, because his body is literally perfect, down to the trail of dark hair below his flat belly button, but you quickly shove all that out, ignoring the way your body is reacting to just seeing him. “Monkey, huh, is that what you call humans?”

“Sure is, pathetic monkeys, lesser developed and-” He pauses when your dress falls in a silky pool to your ankles, and you stand there naked fully, his heart dropping into his damn stomach.

His cock is leaking precum just staring at you, god you’re fucking beautiful, so beautiful he doesn’t think he can put a word to it. It’s as if his cock doesn’t recognize you’re some pathetic human, neither do hands that itch to touch, and his tongue that wants to just lick you.

Fuck you’re annoying.

Why are you built like this!? Your perfect tits alone are making him ache for you so badly he can hardly breathe, as they rise and fall with your own nervous breaths, and you look right at him, boldly. Suguru tries to avert his eyes, to play it off in any way, but he’s awestruck, lips parted, as he watches you cross your arms under those breasts, sees a hint of a pussy he wants to bury himself inside.

Fuck if you were just… if you just had some powers, he’d have so much fun with you, god he’d tell you how pretty you were. He’d make you cum on his mouth over and over, feel you gripping his long locks, but he can’t because you’re… you’re nothing, really, just a monkey… he has to remember.

You see red lining his perfect cheekbones, making you curious at him until he clears his throat, averting his eyes and releasing his hair, letting it cascade over broad shoulders. “Let’s just… get it done.” You murmur then, sitting on the futon now, decked with reds and golds in the luxurious room they had made for the two of you.

That’s when Suguru sees your perfect little pussy, making him bump into the side table, you blink a bit, curiously at him, thighs spread as you rest on your elbows. He cannot even function, you are so perfect he hates it, surely there is something about you, some energy they’re missing, there is no way that you’re a human, with such effects on him!?

He lets his pants fall as he tries to pull himself together, and that’s when you see him, rock hard and thick, far, far too many inches. You panic, wondering just how the fuck that’s gonna fit, you’d had fingers inside you that hurt a bit before, this was probably gonna wreck you. You almost shut your thighs, watching his reddened tip drool pearly drops of precum.

Sheltered but not stupid, he was clearly ready. You raise a brow. “You seem pretty… ready for such a monkey in front of you, hmm?”

Suguru glares now, grabbing you by the hair, cock near your face, you wonder if he’ll shove it in your mouth wildly, but he’s just pulling at your hair, making you gasp out in pain, as he tilts your head back. “Do you even know what to do, pathetic little fucking monkey!?”

“I haven’t before, no.” You whisper then, and he pauses, gulping down some horrible sense of guilt. Not only has he not been with a virgin, he knows he’s clearly not your choice for this.

What is it that's making him feel so much?

He hates it. He hates you.

Is it the fact that he can see you’re afraid, he lays with women who coo over him, who are soaking wet as he just smiles at them, women who drop to their knees if he snaps his fingers. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he shouldn’t care, right? What are humans to a sorcerer?

“I know you need an heir, so just… put it in me.” You say, he chuckles then, shaking his head as he shoves you back on the bed, bouncing just slightly when he rests over you on an elbow, sucking on two fingers then.

It’s so lewd, how his mouth wraps the thick digits, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks on them, before he sinks two right in your tight little cunt, making you gasp at the stretch, and making him exhale, holding back a moan. You’re so tight, clenching him, your gummy little walls convulsing, making him picture just how good you’ll feel around his cock.

“Do you have to!? Just get it in.” You whisper, and he glares down at you, lips parted at your utter lack of knowledge and insolent mouth.

“I can’t, you’re too tight, stupid monkey.” You glare and shove at his chest, only making him chuckle more. “You think I wanna prep or even touch you?”

“You think I w-want those or that in me!? No, just do it. Stop that… touching me inside… mnh!” At the sound of your own moan you cover your mouth, gasping as your eyes shoot up to his, he tilts his head, long silky hair falling like a curtain to the side of you both, as he presses on that spot again.

This time your eyes roll back, and he knows he’s found it, that spot in your pretty pussy that is just a little spongier, as your cunt starts drooling, and his cock has to press against the bed, for any pressure. Not only do you feel so good, so wet, you’re also fucking gorgeous as your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut, and he looks down at the mess you’re making.

“Messy little thing, tsk.” He says then, and you’re struggling to form a word when he puts his fingers back in, building pressure in your tummy that feels far too good, making you hate him more. “Hear her, huh? Monkey that excited?”

“D-don’t hear shit, don’t even l-like it.” You manage to utter out, and he’s smirking down at you, kissing down your breasts far too fondly, moaning as your walls are fluttering around his fingers, sucking a pretty, puffy nipple in his mouth. “Just fuck me, would you?”

“It will hurt you… I-” You pause, blinking as he leans up from licking and biting your breasts, little trails of saliva, as you look at him with wide eyes.

“What do you care, you don’t need me to like it to give me an heir. Just get it done so I can go to sleep.”

Your words hit him then, why does he care? Suguru could slaughter a village but can’t imagine fucking you without preparing you properly, fuck he wanted you to like it, to want him. And why!?

“You won’t be able to take me, tiny pathetic little cunt can’t.” You scowl as he sucks on a nipple again, scissoring his fingers in your cunt now, making lewd squishing sounds as you feel you’re soaked, mortifying you.

“Stop sucking on them, you don’t need to.” You shove him again, and he glares, leaning over you now, intimidating as he curls slick fingers, making you gasp in pleasure, biting your lower lip hard so you don’t scream out how good it is.

“If I must breed you, I’ll do it how I wish to. Stop acting as if you can tell me what to do.”

“I hate you.” You smack him then, earning a psychotic glare, and you realize fuck you’ve messed up, as he takes his fingers out of your pussy and shoves them right in your mouth, making you choke on them.

“Will you shut up, stupid monkey, fuck.” He’s then lining up his cock with your entrance, shoving your thighs up high. “Fine then, wanna get it over with, huh?”

You nod eagerly, hating every second under him, even if your body betrayed you. “Sure do, fucking psycho.”

“Psycho, huh?” You nod again, then gasp in pain as he fills you, stuffing your cunt full in one stroke, making it burn even though you are soaked and prepared somewhat, nothing could really prepare for his huge cock inside you.

“Ah!” You blink back tears, tears that bother him, and they shouldn’t, but now he wants to tenderly brush back your hair, that’s fallen on your brow. He wants to pull back out and prep you more, but you’re an insolent brat who won’t even let him, and he shouldn’t want to.

But your pussy gripping him drives him insane, to the point he could cum in a stroke or two, it’s gripping that fucking good. He can’t take it, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, so you don’t see an already pussy drunk face when he pulls back, shoving his cock even deeper, and feels your nails in his back, digging, hears your little cries of pain.

He wants cries of pleasure.

What the fuck are you doing to him!?

Is it human to have a pussy like this, he wonders, biting back a moan and leaning up, grabbing at one of your thighs to sink deeper, and you hate that it starts to feel good, when he starts fucking into you. Thick cock stretching, as your cunt gushes around him, his tip dragging on some spot that makes your eyes roll back again in pleasure, and this fucker notices.

“She’s fuckin’ soaking my cock, huh? Like it, pathetic little monkey, a sorcerer over you?” You manage to glare, shaking your head, his attractive smirk widening, as he fucks you deeper and harder, and you’re a tremblind mess under him. “Oh no, you don’t hmm?”

“N-no, hate it. Hate you.” He scowls now, as you gulp down moans and cries he’s dying to hear, so he pays attention, to when you’re gasping, clamping down, realizing the spot and angle you’re dying over, so Suguru grins down at you, lifting your thighs up so high he slams your cervix. “Ah!”

“There it is.” He whispers to himself, pressing on the backs of your thighs and slamming your cervix, over and over, as you’re moaning so sexy, your back arching, while he’s folding you damn near in half now. “F-fuck… you feel so…” He stops himself, he can’t say that.

It feels so perfect.

Feels like you’re made to take his cock.

You’re so pretty under him, perspiration on your forehead, eyebrows scrunched, lips red from you biting them, your eyes glazed over. God you’re gorgeous, as his cock is throbbing inside your tight walls, and you’re struggling so hard to act like you hate it, when he’s hitting that spot over and over, his tip dragging on it again and again. You moan out loud, whining when he rolls his hips bottoming out.

“J-just cum, finish it. W-wanna be d-done.” You whisper, he glares now at you.

“Not enjoying it at all?”

“Hate it. B-boring.” Suguru laughs now, shaking his head, slamming into you, and you’re screaming out, convulsing, feeling pressure build and build, realizing with a panic then.

You’re gonna cum.

Not for him, dammit!

You struggle to hold back, shaking your head and covering your face, when he lets your thighs fall to the side, yanking your hands off your face, pinning your wrists above your head with a strong hand, long fingers wrapping your delicate wrists like they’re nothing. You gasp at it, as his other hand yanks you by your hip, slamming you down his length.

“I’ll look upon your face.” He says through his teeth, dying to watch it when you cum, and fuck he feels it, you’re so close. He wants it then, he needs it, you to cum all over him, milking him so good, and your eyes go wide in shock, but they’re already so fucked out. He’s leaking precum inside you, dragging on that spot and watching you unravel for him.

“Why do y-you wanna- mnh, f-fuck!” You’re clinging to the sheets, when Suguru would like you to cling to him, as he sends you over the fucking edge, and he watches your gorgeous face screw up in pleasure, making his cock pulse.

Fuck you’re pretty.

Fuck he hates you for doing this.

He’s never even felt anything better than this.

“Can’t help yourself, huh monkey? Gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?” He whispers, you shake your head, still pinned under him, and he lays over you, grinding his cock inside you, dark hair on his pelvis just pressing on your neglected clitoris, then you feel it, and he moans. “There it is.”

“No, no, no… f-fuck you… hate… ah!” You’re shattering, cumming so hard you can’t even see, all while this psycho watches avidly, and you hate him more for it, for giving you this orgasm that almost makes you faint. “Sh-shit… mnh…”

Your cunt soaks his cock as the orgasm wrecks your brain, as you’re convulsing around his thick veiny cock, with its tip pressing into your cervix, and you’re twitching under him, pathetic. You gasp as he fucks you through it, disoriented and blinking rapidly at how euphoric you feel, listening to the grunts and groans of his and the squelching of your cunt.

“Oh my… f-fuck…” Suguru groans now, unable to hold back any longer, violet eyes so dilated they look black as they drink in your face, lips hovering over yours, cock fucking harder and harder.

You almost cum again, clenching around him, as he moves over you, stuttering in his rhythm finally, faltering just a bit, gripping you tightly as he moans out, his breath hot against your lips, lips he wants to kiss, a mouth he wants to spit inside, tongue he wants to feel on his skin. You’re maddening, he realizes then, as he gets closer to his release, his cock throbbing at your pussy milking him so good.

“Mnh… shit I hate… you…” You whisper, as you’re cumming again, and he grips your wrists so hard they’ve gone numb, starting to pump hot loads of cum inside, you, groaning out loud at how good it feels.

“Milking me, shit… f-feels so fucking perf-” Suguru holds it back, luckily you’re too fucked out to care, as his cum fills you, so hot and gooey, and you’re both gasping for breaths, the room quiet save front he sounds of his cock slipping inside you, and your hearts pounding. “Filled you so fucking good, monkey, hmm?”

“G-good, it’s over…” You whisper, damn near delirious as your aftershocks make your sticky walls grip him, he gasps at it, pumping even more, as he looks into your eyes, feeling too much.

“Y-yes. Over.” He manages to spill out, and you whimper when he kisses your neck, something he shouldn’t indulge in, easing off your wrists and looking at them, his hand left prints clearly.

You ease them down, fingers wresting on his shoulders for a moment, a moment that feels too good, too natural, before you press on him. “Can you go, then?”

“What?” He blinks in confusion, cock still inside of you, fuck he never even wants to leave, so hot and wet and-

“Your seed is inside me, we should be good for now. I’m… sore. Please get off of me.” You look away now, and Suguru’s pulse races, as you refuse to look at him whatsoever when he gets off, easing his cock out of you with a messy pop sound, tensing as he sees the evidence of your innocence between your thighs.

“Let me clean you up.” He murmurs, and you glare, shaking your head and closing your legs then. “Would you just-”

“Fuck you, get out. I don’t need you cleaning me up, we’re good until… I guess whenever we have to do this again.” You stand on wobbly legs, as Suguru stands, looming over you as you head to the shower adjoining the room, grabbing you by the top of your arm. “What!?”

“So eager to run off, monkey? You should thank me.”

You laugh then, ignoring the throb of your pussy and the pounding in your head, fuck him he felt so good in you, you’ve never even felt that good before, not from little orgasms you gave yourself. You hate him more for it, not only did your first time have to be with this ass of a man, a psycho killer, you also came when you didn’t even want to, making it all worse/

“Thank you!? For what!”

“For cumming inside you.” He presses you against the wall then, looming over you so tall, his sweet breath like the grapes of the wine as he grabs your chin, forcing your eyes on his. “For making a monkey like you cum.”

“You didn’t make me cum, stupid psycho.” You glare right at him, chest heaving as you speak the lies, but he laughs right down at you, thumb brushing over a lip with teeth indentations from how hard you bit it.

“Didn’t cum? You’re a fucking liar, on top of being pathetic. Useless.”

“Useless, yes except to have your stupid heir. I can’t wait to get pregnant, actually, so I’ll never have to get touched again.”

“Oh yeah, so fucking horrible?”

“Terrible.”

“And you’re disgusting to me.”

“Good!” You shove at his strong chest, slick with sweat, and pause there then, as does he, a hand now entwined at the nape of your neck, as he dies to kiss you, brutally, over and over, but he just holds you there. “Am I done for the night Lord Geto, or whatever the fuck you like to be called?”

He’d like you to scream Suguru.

Fuck.

“Will you just let me clean you up, it was your first time and-”

“Oh no, you’re not gonna play like you care at all. We did what we had to do, what we both had to do, neither of us wanted it, or enjoyed it. Right?” You demand then, raising a brow, and he scowls.

“Not right, and I’m just-”

“I remember it, meeting you, you were… sweet.”

He laughs then. “What?”

“You were, and him? I’d have been happy to do this, but you? I don’t wanna look at you and think of it. Let me go.” He scowls as he goes to grab his clothes now, and you lean against the wall, covering your face, not wanting him to see just how you are affected by him.

“I’ll be putting a curse at your door, to make sure you don’t run.” He says then, making you blink in shock, seeing he’s dressed finally, putting his hair back up.

“I have nowhere to run to.” He pauses at that, jaw locked. “But go ahead, maybe it’ll be better company than you.”

Suguru scoffs. “Clean up.”

“Get out.” You order, finally he turns, walking out, leaving you to step into the shower, letting the hot spray hit you, sore in places you’ve never imagined, thinking just how much you hate him.

You’re sobbing then, under the coverage of the shower, where no one would see you, see what he’s done to you, your mental state in ruins. You scrub everywhere his elegant fingers touched, everywhere his lush lips kissed, hissing when you wash your sore pussy, looking down at your fingers, finding his cum pouring out of you. Hot, sticky white cum washed by the shower.

Steam fills as you slide down to sit in the shower, resting your head on your knees, hating him so much you can barely breathe. Bad enough he fucked you, why did he have to make you enjoy it, why did he act like he cared for your pleasure, cared for you after even? A lie, all a lie, and it’s the last thing you need. 

You will hate him.

Outside your room, Suguru leans his back against your door, trying to catch his breath, head swirling with you, hands shaking as they brush back his hair. You have him shaking, you annoying, stupid brat of a girl, who wouldn’t even let him try to care for you, at all.

Why’d he want to though? You were right, your duty was fulfilled for the night, he should stop thinking of how he’d love to be in that shower with you, how he’s dying to be back inside you, imagining making you admit how good it felt. He could feel your slick on his cock still, wondering if you feel him pouring out of you, dying to breed you again, again, again.

He detests you.

Summoning a curse, a rather derpy looking one shaped like a bull with several eyes, he plops him next to your door now, this is a docile curse he’s had since his youth, bringing back too many memories. Of being happy, of laughing, of a girl named Riko, right before he’d snapped, her riding this curse on its back as they tried their best to save her.

It proved how disgusting humans were that day, lest he ever forget, his fist clenched as he struggles to gain his resolve, looking down at the creature now. “Guard this door.” It nods, tongue lolling out, Suguru sighs then. “Also make sure you… care for the girl in this room. Yes?”

It nods again, as Suguru does not know if you are safe really, surely no one would go against him, but there is much hatred already for humans, and many, many people hate you. But he wants you to be safe, otherwise he’ll just get another bride thrown on him, and who knows if he’d hate her more.

Suguru ends up in his room now, sighing as he sees Manami there with another woman from his cult, he shakes his head as they try to disrobe him. “No, I am not in any sort of mood for it.”

“But Suguru, it must've been awful.” Manami cooes, and the other girl nods, as they rub up and down his arms, making him feel disgusted.

How?

How do they, powerful women, make him disgusted now? He owes you no loyalty, he did not plan to only be with you, but the thought of anyone but you actually makes him sick. What sort of witchcraft do you possess, some new undetectable kind that he hasn’t figured out, to make him feel like this? Are you some weapon to destroy his fucking plans?

“Go. Now.” Suguru orders then, and they pout as they leave, but Suguru can’t get his mind off you, not when he’s washing you off in the shower, every vivid thought of making you enjoy it fills his mind.

Suguru hates you more when he’s stroking his cock to the thought of you whimpering, begging for him, on your knees with your tongue out. He’s moaning as he pinches his tip, he already came so much but he can’t stop how hard he is, thinking of how your eyes would cross as he fucked your throat, as he came so deep and you swallowed him greedy.

Thinking of you riding him, your tits bouncing right in his face, your thighs squeezing his face as he lapped his cup out of your pussy after. ‘F-fuck, you like it, don’t you’ he’s muttering, wet hair sticking to his back as water pounds down, and he’s stroking his cock faster and faster, eyes shutting, vivid pictures of you everywhere.

‘That’s it, good girl, cumming just for me, mine, aren’t you’ he’s stuttering, saying stupid insane shit, so high off your pussy he can’t even talk himself out of it, not when his big hand strokes his thick shaft over and over.

When Suguru cums again he moans out loud, hunching over and gasping for a breath, hating you more for what you’ve done when his sticky cum pours all out of his hand now. He rinses himself off, shaking his head and covering it with his other hand, realizing jerking off was nothing like cumming inside you, like fucking your perfect little pussy.

Just who the fuck are you?

******

The next day of being Suguru’s wife, you open the door and gasp, seeing some bull shaped creature who’s grinning at you, several eyes wide open as it licks your leg, making you squeak. “What!?”

“He likes you.” Comes Mimiko’s voice, she’s poking around on her phone, and you take a breath, smiling a bit.

Just because Suguru is a psychotic dick, it doesn’t mean you’d take it out on little girls, or oddly cute curses. “Can I pet it?” You ask, and Nanako giggles next to her sister, stepping closer.

“He’s docile.” She pets him then, and the thing damn near purrs, you bend down on your knees now, petting him yourself, sighing.

“He’s kinda cute?” They burst out in laughter, leaving the hall then, as you find the first bit of comfort in one of stupid, psycho Suguru’s curses. “You like me?”

He nods, licking on your cheek, you swipe at it, wincing as it runs off, and suddenly Suguru Geto is standing right in front of you, as you’re just on your knees still, looking up at him. Vivid insane thoughts fill you, as you feel your tummy clench, pussy so sore from him still, thinking of the dreams you’d had of this ass of a man, and now you’re just… there.

He freezes when he sees your hair fall back, loose and flowing, shimmering likely from your shower, and you’re right where he pictured you, what he jerked himself to over and over. The urge to pull out his cock and fuck your pretty face was overwhelming, driving him so insane his cock responds violently, already leaking precum, annoying him to no end.

He’d turned down more women this morning, because now he’s coming to a really annoying realization- he wants you. Only you. He’s blaming his stupid body, for wanting a petty human, but it’s undeniable, while you just blink and look up for a moment, before you clear your throat, standing and grabbing the door way, looking away now.

“Where’d the curse go? I like him.”

“You like him!?”

“Better than you, I was right. He’s cuter.” You smile then, and he glares, grabbing you right by your throat, only making you laugh.

“Who’s the psycho here, me or you?” He whispers, and you grip his wrist now, as he looks how pretty your neck is with his hand around it, as he looks at glossy lips he wants to kiss.

“Gonna kill me before the heir?” You whisper, when he squeezes just so.

“Tempting to do so.” He whispers against your lips, and you come to a very annoying realization of your own, when your nipples tighten, when your pussy drips from him choking you.

You want this psycho.

Just your body, you’ll just blame that, but it’s undeniable, and it makes you despise him more. “Go for it, put me outta my misery. Won’t have to look at you.” You say, he squeezes harder, stepping a little further in the room, as you feel lightheaded, and fucking horny.

What’s wrong with you!?

“Why don’t we work harder on making it happen then?”

“Now!?” You demand, and he shuts the door, smirking, undoing his black robes as you rub your sore neck.

“Now.”

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[mwphisto]

“Happy Mother’s Day.”

You pause your scrolling, brows pinching together as you glance up at Sylus with both amusement and confusion.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

You had no children (yet) and you were almost positive you’d know if you were pregnant well before Sylus did. Still, Sylus seemed amused by your confusion. “No, not unless there is something you aren’t telling me.” He winked as he sat beside you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“So why are you wishing me — a woman with no children — a happy Mother’s Day?” You lean into him, laughing softly as he kisses the top of your head.

“Well, Luke and Kieran seem to think of you as a motherly figure from time to time… and you’re also very caring and sweet in nature.” He hums thoughtfully, twirling the ends of your hair. “You take care of me quite often.”

“So you’re saying I’m motherly?”

“…pretty much. I think it sums you up very well.” You sneak a glance at him, cheeks warming when you realize he’s been looking at you the entire time. “Is that even enough of a qualification to celebrate this holiday?”

“In my book it is.” You feel warm at that, a sheepish smiling tugging at your lips as you shake your head.

“You’re silly. I don’t think I’m all that gentle… not enough to be considered motherly…” your voice strains a little, as if you had just unleashed an insecurity you didn’t fully realize was lingering in the depths of your mind.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, kitten.”

Sylus didn’t flinch at the look of disbelief on your face, rather, he smiled instead. “You’ve always fussed over me, even though you know I can heal my own wounds.”

“The first few days of knowing you, you forced me to shoot you in the chest.” But Sylus shook his head. “That may be true, but don’t you recall what you did immediately after?” Of course you did, you panicking, scolding him like you’d known him for years and tried to stop the bleeding.

“The look on your face tells me you do.”

“What does that have to do with this conversation?” You still couldn’t understand where he was taking this. “You couldn’t stand me the first time you met me, you were scared and disgusted. Despite that, you still tried to save my life. That’s very telling of your character.”

“You bandage me up despite my ability to heal, you fuss over me all the time. You worry about the twins too, and ensure that they get their fair share. You may have callouses on your finger tips, but your hands are nothing but gentle and kind. Full of love and care.”

You’re not sure why, but you feel your eyes begin to brim with tears. “You’re strong, incredibly so. And yet you’re so soft, so sweet, so empathetic. The kind of soul that just wills you to open up even if you’ve never done so before. People feel safe when you’re around, me included. And not just because you’re one of Linkon’s best hunters.”

Sylus doesn’t stop, not even as you brush the tears from your eyes before they can slip down your cheeks.

“So, yes. You’re motherly, you’re a natural caregiver. And I know that one day when we finally have children of our own, our babies are going to be so incredibly blessed to be able to call you their mama.”

Your heart aches, a sniffle rumbling your chest as you lightly smack his arm. “You’re a sentimental jerk.” Sylus only pulls you closer, laughing softly as he kisses your head. “I love you so much, even though you made me cry.” The laughter grows a little louder, the hug a little tighter.

“I love you more than words can convey, and I meant every word I just said so don’t you dare doubt me.”

[noremii]

Love Me Right (M)

synopsis: your heart shatters when you find out your husband is cheating on you with another woman. as revenge, you begin a scandalous relationship of your own with the mistress' husband.

word count: 12K+

warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, wall sex, cum eating, fingering, slight exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving, some questionable actions by characters, softdom!jaemin, big dick jaem

(not proofread)

As the years passed, you failed to notice the lack of attention your husband was giving you. Late nights filled with warm cuddles turned into plenty of excuses of being tired and stressed from work. Your husband giving you just a kiss to the cheek before pulling the sheets over his shoulders and closing his eyes. Yet you refused to think something was wrong. "He's just tired from work" you'd tell yourself every time you had the sour feeling of fear stirring in your gut that your husband was starting to love you less and less everyday.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧

Getting married was the happiest day of your life. The excitement you felt the day the prettiest white wedding dress hugged your body was forever imprinted in you head, not being able to hold back a smile whenever you were reminded by the fact you married the love of your life. Every night was filled with childish giggles, snuggling and never ending kisses every where. It was a fairytale life for you.

It was only a while later your husband started acting more giddy. He'd come home from work to greet you with a childish smile, pressing a long kiss to your cheek and mumbling compliments before heading off to shower. You thought things were finally getting better. Maybe he got a promotion? Maybe he was praised by his boss more. Whatever is was, a wave of relief washed over you after that.

"Babe, get ready by 7pm, we're having dinner with a colleague of mine" Your husband said to you one day. "Dress nice, we're going to a pretty fancy restaurant" He says with a dazed smile as he looked through his closet, finding his best suit. You sat in bed, sheets pulled over your legs and a fashion magazine open in your hands. "Oo, what's the occasion and who's this colleague of yours?" You ask. "She's my project partner. We're working together on this project that's going really well with a bunch of other people. I invited the others but they were all busy" Then he turns to look at you with a grin, the suit he was looking for held in one hand. It was ironed beautifully thanks to you. "She's amazing. I can't wait for you to meet her"

You only smiled.

☆

Upon arriving at this fancy looking Italian restaurant, you notice your husband's eyes darting all over the place in search of his colleague. His eyes almost glimmered when he saw her. Your gaze followed his until they landed on the infamous woman your husband had been mumbling about. She was drop dead gorgeous, and part of your self esteem dropped dead in your stomach. You hide the deep inhale you took when you saw her. Like you used to, endless words of comfort flooded your head in attempts to drown out the fear, doubt and over thinking in your head. Thankfully for you, it did in fact manage to calm your nerves down.

"Sejun!" the woman exclaimed happily when the two of you walked closer. Both your husband and her opened their arms for a quick embrace, the smile you had feeling more forced as you wonder if this is a normal thing for coworkers to do. You glanced at her partner, noticing the tint of worry in his eyes that were the same as yours.

Sat next to your husband's colleague was a well dressed man. His hair styled perfectly to bring out the charm of his face. His eyes were just as sparkly as the woman's. Noticing the protective hand that was placed on her lap, you could only assume this man was her boyfriend or even husband.

"I'm y/n" you introduce, smile smaller now as you extend your hand towards his for a handshake - much more normal, you think.

"Jaemin" he introduces in return, reciprocating your friendly smile.

When your husband and his coworker finally let go after what felt like forever, all of you took a seat. You sat opposite of Jaemin while your husband sat opposite his coworker.

"Oh, my name is Hyejoo by the way" she says as if finally acknowledging your presence. Her hand extends towards you and you take it in for the handshake. Her hand yanked away from yours just a second after contact, almost as if she didn't want to be touching you. Your heart sours, feeling weird.

The dinner goes on as it should with Hyejoo and your husband eagerly ordering all the enticing looking dishes that none of you have seen nor tried before. Every so often, you and Jaemin would glance at each other, not very sure what to say to each other or how to act. It felt as though the two of you were kids, forced to sit across from each other as your mums talked away.

"Do you know what project they're working on?" you ask Jaemin with an awkward chuckle to finish your sentence. He responds with an equally awkward smile, shaking his head. "Said it was some big company project too complicated for her to explain. Just told me it was very important" You nod, not knowing what to say next.

Even when the food arrived, placed in front of you with delicious steam floating in the air, not even once did your husband acknowledge you or your food. He didn't ask what you were eating, if he could try a bite. He only thanked the waiter, immediately going back to his conversation with Hyejoo. You looked down, playing with your fingers.

"Hey, you okay?" Jaemin asks when he notices your strange behavior. You force a smile and Jaemin almost believed it. "I think I just had a cramp"

When dinner finally comes to an end and Hyejoo calls it a night, you resist the urge to scream in relief when you feel like your husband wrap an arm around your waist and bid Hyejoo goodnight. Similarly, Jaemin had a hand around Hyejoo's waist, the small barely there smile on his face looking more annoyed and forced the longer you stared. You could almost see him burning your husband with his eyes, jaw getting tense the longer the it took for the two of them to finally stop talking and part ways. The final goodbye leaves their lips after what felt like forever and Jaemin glances over to you, the smile on his face turning from forced to more genuine when he nods his head towards you, that being his own way of saying goodnight. You reciprocate the action and all of you go home.

☆

Honestly, you thought that dinner would be the end of things. You had already met the girl, what else did you have to do? Well apparently, a lot of visiting. Sejun insisted on heading over to Hyejoo's place at least twice a week so that they could have more time to discuss the project. When you asked him why he just had to go to her place to work instead of leaving it till the next day at the office, all he said was "Well, I didn't want you to feel jealous so I thought you might as well come along with me"

You didn't know how to feel about that answer. Some part of you said, aww he cares about my feelings. While the other part of you wanted to hack into his brain and see what was really going on. Were you just overreacting or was this just a really weird thing?

The first time you went over to her place, you hated yourself for being so impressed by the designing of her home. The decor was top tier and her house was absolutely spotless, not a single thing out of place.

"How about a house tour?" She claps happily. "Then I'll start preparing our dinner for tonight"

"That sounds like a great idea!" Sejun responds with a big grin. "You did some reno recently too right? " She hums back in delight. Hyejoo gives a fantastic house tour and when you check your phone, your brows furrow in surprise seeing how it too almost 40 minutes to look around her house. "God I didn't think a house tour would be so tiring" you say with a soft laugh to Sejun while Hyejoo was busy searching her closet for something. "If you're tired you can go rest" He replies, snatching away the little smile you had. His reply was monotone, saying it as if it was dumb of you to not have backed out of the tour midway when you got tired. "Yeah.. " you try to laugh it off but the silence somehow only got louder and louder. "I'm gonna just.. " you point to the direction of the kitchen. When you receive no reply or reaction from Sejun, you just walk away, shoulders slumped and heart souring.

In the kitchen, Jaemin was on his phone munching away on some almonds and quietly laughing at whatever he was looking at. Hearing the footsteps coming closer towards him, he looks up with a glimmer in his eyes and a wide grin. Though both of those sparks slowly die down when he realizes it's only you. "Oh hi y/n." He says, "Done with the tour already?"

You shake your head, taking a seat in front of him. "No, I got tired and thought it'd be a genius idea to go rest since my I'm just so tired" You say almost mockingly with a roll of the eyes. Jaemin, not knowing if he should ask what's up or keep quiet, solves all his problems by sliding over his bowl of almonds to you. "Nuts?"

...

"Alright I hope you guys love steak because I'm great at cooking i- aw shucks" Hyejoo's voice turns poutier when she opens her refrigerator to find a lack of meat. "I thought I bought some just a few days ago" she murmurs. "Jaemin, didn't I buy some steak just two days ago?" She turns around to look at her husband, one hand on her hip and her lips downturned into a pout.

"I think you bought chicken, honey" Jaemin replies. You could see the softness in his eyes as he looked at his wife and you almost envied her. Glancing over to your own husband, you wondered when was the last time he even looked at you that way. "I did? Aw man, I have to go buy some steak now!" Hyejoo exclaims. "Why don't you just use what you've already bought? Saves you the hassle of going out to buy it again' Jaemin says. " I promised Sejun I'd cook him my signature steak. I've been bragging about it all week." Hyejoo replies while grabbing her purse. "Sejun, can you follow me to the supermarket to get some steak? Maybe we can go get some extra stuff for dinner too"

Jaemin's jaw drops open a little, getting out of his seat. "Why don't I just follow you, Hye"

Hyejoo looks up at him and places a tender hand to his cheek. "You stay here with y/n okay? Can't have a stranger all alone in our house" She jokes with a laugh. "No Offense y/n, you're a lovely girl"

You don't even reply, only throwing her an awkward nod and chuckle, trying to make it look like you actually found her lousy joke funny.

"Come on Jun, let's hurry!" Hyejoo grabs onto your husband and pulls him out of the house without another word. "We'll be right back!" you hear her say before the door slams shut and it's locked.

You look over at Jaemin who looks just as defeated as you.

"So... " you begin with an awkward tone, walking over to Jaemin who had his tongue poking at his cheek with an annoyed glare. His glare wasn't towards you yet you could feel the fire burning from his eyes. He was no doubt jealous, and understandably so. You were jealous too. "This is totally normal right?" you ask, taking a seat by the gorgeous marble island, not too far from Jaemin who had slumped into his seat at the dining table.

"I don't know" He mumbles, voice deep and hoarse, not quite in the mood for anything at that point. "I don't have group projects with my colleagues"

"As a gal that works under the marketing department like them... there are times where group projects take a lot of time. Just to make sure everything goes smoothly, y'know?"

Now, Jaemin sits ups right, both hands slamming against the table not in anger, but to make a point.

"This doesn't feel like a project to me. How is this a formal, proper work project if only two members are working on it? This isn't high school where the rest of your group can just laze around while two people work hard on the project"

Getting up, you head over to the dining table and sit across from Jaemin who started looking tenser by the second. "We shouldn't worry too much. There's probably an explanation to all this. After all, they're working under Neo Corp, everyone is crazy busy all the time"

Jaemin lets out a deep exhale, eyes falling shut. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'm just overreacting"

As you provide more words of comfort to the male in front of you, you begin to wonder just how much of your own words you believe.

...

"Seriously? Macarons are way too sweet. I think something like strudels are a much better tea time snack" You reply to Jaemin, the both of you somehow ending up in a long debate about the superior kind of dessert as a way to distract the both of you from your spouse's long work project. "I just love sugar" Jaemin answers with a shrug.

"We're back!" the door opens revealing an excitedly Hyejoo at the back. She almost looked giddy as she held up a plastic bag with steak in it. "Who's ready to have the best steak of their life!"

You and Jaemin look over at each other before raising your hands. "Me"

...

Hyejoo's steak was mouth watering. You and Sejun left the house feeling sleepy and full. Your tongue rolled around in your mouth, desperate to find any remaining flavour from the steak. Even the tiniest hint of residue in your mouth had you humming in delight.

The door to your home closes with a light slam. You stretch and yawn, yearning for the warmth of your bed and your husband. As you finish brushing your teeth and hopping into your bed with your husband following behind, you finally ask him a question that lingered in your head since your earlier conversation with Jaemin.

"Sejun" you begin, your husband humming in response to the call of his name as he slips under the covers next to you. "Why is it that only you and Hyejoo are working so hard on this project together? How about your teammates" You curl up against his arm, the male leaning against you and placing a gentle hand on your head. "Hyejoo and I are the brains of the project. We're in charge of planning everything out, and once we're done with that, the others help to arrange everything. Make sure everything makes sense and looks good. Then we have a final meeting to finalize everything. Am I worrying you by working with Hyejoo too much?"

His calming voice was like poison in your mind. Your eyebrows furrow sadly and you pout, nodding at his question.

"Ngaw.. " he twists his body so that he's able to press a tender kiss to your head. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way, baby. But you don't have to worry about anything okay? Hyejoo is just my colleague. Plus... at the end of the day, I have a gorgeous wife waiting for me at home. I always look forward to that." His words as you sniffling happily, cuddling into him further and throwing a leg over his thighs.

"Thanks for the reassurance" you murmur.

"Of course" He places a hand under your chin, making you look up at him. "I love you" He presses a kiss to your lips. The kiss prolongs, tongues are intertwining with each other and soon enough, he's hovering above you, hand slowly tracing down to your pants.

...

Visits to Hyejoo's place become uncommon for you now. You felt as though your relationship with your husband was going back to normal, and what's even better was that you were forming a pretty lovely friendship with Jaemin. The both of you finding new shared hobbies at every meeting.

"You can cook??" You say with a gasp, Jaemin throwing the cockiest smile and waving a hand at you. "Not gonna brag but, I'm an amazing chef. I had a roommate back in college. That guy wakes me up at 3am everyday just to make him some eggs to satisfy his weird midnight cravings. Kinda fell in love with cooking after that. " Jaemin lets out a chuckle. "Lucky bastard... He got to eat gourmet food as u started learning how to up my egg cooking game. And now I'm here, cooking premium meats every other week"

"Well if you're really the shit, how bout you make some gourmet meal right now" You challenge.

"Sure" Jaemin shrugs, getting out of his seat. "What do you want? Meat? Rice? Pasta?"

Before you can even answer, he's already opening the fridge. "Ah, how about truffle pasta. I'm great at making that. I think you'll love it" He doesn't even turn around to see if you agree, instead taking out everything he needed to make the dish.

Soon enough, Jaemin is washing vegetables, cutting ingredients, preparing to prove to you just how great he is at cooking. Watching him dice onions and garlic with crazy impressive knife skills made your heart dance. Men who could cook will always be insanely attractive to you. And Jaemin fit that standard perfectly. Your own husband had always refused to talk about cooking. Constantly changing the topic before you even get to mention it. Not gonna lie, it pissed you off sometimes but when he said he only felt that way because he was always nagged by his mother and grandmother to cook, you huffed and let it slide.

Watching Jaemin cook was hypnotizing. With every move he made, you could see clearly how he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Bon apetit, madam" he says, laying the beautifully plated truffle pasta in front of you. Your jaw drops at the sight. Presentation was top tier and the smell of it was mouth watering. Something twitched in your chest when you looked up to see him with a cocky smirk on his face. "What are you waiting for? Have a taste" He says. You pick up the fork, twirling the pasta and taking a bite. Needless to say, you almost cried and Jaemin was pumping his fists in the air declaring victory.

...

It was yet another day at Hyejoo's house. Both she and your husband were upstairs in her mini office discussing marketing strategies and new never used ideas. Downstairs, you were with Jaemin watching a scary movie. Just to up the fear factor, you guys watched an Indonesian horror movie. While you were accustomed to the horror style of Southeast Asian horror films, Jaemin was not. With every suspenseful move from the main character, Jaemin was flinching. "Why are the houses in horror films always so dark?" he complains with a grimace, hands twitching about anticipating something big to happen.

"Na Jaemin being a scaredy cat for horror movies was not in my bingo card" you laugh. "Oh, shut up" he replies, sending a smack to your arm right after making you burst out in silent laughter. Your attempts at laughing quietly fail horribly when a jump scare finally happens and Jaemin practically jumps in his seat, buff and heavy body making the couch screech against the floor by barely an inch. "Holy fuccckkk" Jaemin groans out with a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid thumping of his heart beat under his palm. His reaction had you falling on your side curled up into a ball, kicking your feet and you desperately tried to conceal your never ending giggling behind your hand.

"Oh you think that's funny huh" Jaemin says.

You're about to laugh out a yes until Jaemin is attacking you with tickles, jabbing you at sensitive areas as payback for you laughing at his misery. You're kicking at him, trying to pry him off you. One final kick has him losing his balance and he manages to save himself from crashing into you by planting a firm hand next to your head. Na Jaemin was now hovering above you and worst of all, your heart was thumping fast - a bit too fast for your liking. There was nothing but silence between the both of you, but neither of you made a move to get out of this strange, not very appropriate position. You noticed how Jaemin's eyes were slowly examining every feature on your face, and when your own eyes trail down from his eyes to his lips, you see him gulp.

The sound of the upstairs door creaking open and muffled chattering of your respective spouses has the two of you in panic mode, immediately getting out of that position and sitting far apart from each other on the couch. Your throat went dry and you could almost hear the sound of your own heart thumping out of your chest.

"Oh! You guys are watching a movie? How fun!" Hyejoo exclaims as she walks down the stairs. Noticing the dark lighting and flashing scenes, she shivered, mentioning how she hates horror and the rest of her yapping was drowned out by the loud thumping of your heart. You didn't even realize she was bidding you goodnight until Sejun places a hand on your shoulder saying it was time to go home. Just before you exit, you turn your head hoping to get one last glance at him; and you do, he gives you a small smile accompanied by a wave goodnight.

☆

Since that little situation with Jaemin, you've been haunted by dreams with him as the main character. Romantic visuals and the feeling of warmth hugging your heart with every dream that comes your way has you waking up in cold sweat, concerned of the images your brain was constantly presenting you. There was a guilt swarming your chest because every time you woke up from one of those dreams, you felt happy, feeling the sense of cute young love again. But that was wrong. So, so very wrong. You were a married woman and Jaemin a married man. How can you even think of him that way?

"You okay?" Sejun's question breaks you out of your daydream.

"Yeah" you answer, throwing him an awkward chuckle. "Just been having strange dreams, that's all. Dreamt Leonardo da Vinci was hiding a secret behind the painting in our living room. Felt way too real I almost felt skeptical"

Sejun smiles at you awkwardly. "Have you been watching way too much mystery shows, babe? It might be getting to your head."

"Maybe"

"Anyways," he places his empty coffee mug into the sink, walking towards you only to press a kiss to your head. "I'll be home late today okay? Got a team meeting and who knows, we might head out for some late night beer afterwards"

"Really? Again"

"It's for work babe, you know that"

"Yeah but there's no way you have to have a meeting every day right? Aren't meetings supposed to be spaced out every few days so you can do touch ups and what not before the next meeting?"

Sejun lets out a deep sigh. "It's my job, Y/n. Okay? I'm getting paid to do this, so let me do my job"

"Right, fine. I'm sorry" you Huff, waving him off.

"It's alright. I love you, remember that okay?"

"Mhm, I love you too"

"That's my girl" Fingers are placed under your chin and your head is guided upwards where your husband places a tender kiss to your lips.

...

It was 11.30pm and the tummy grumbles you've been trying to ignore for the past hour had finally gotten to you. Throwing on the prettiest coat you own and a pair of easy slip on sneakers, you head towards the bakery just a few blocks away from your apartment. The pastries there were to die for and it was the perfect snack for such a late hour.

Greeted by the aroma of freshly baked goods, you're practically floating as you grab a tray and start picking out all the best parties they had. Maybe you had gotten too greedy, having at least 3 different fruit danishes and a cream puff just because you wanted something soft and fluffy. You pay up and head towards the exit, but you bump into a meaty figure before you could even grab the door handle to leave.

"Oh my god I'm so sor- Jaemin?" you gasp in surprise when you look up to see the man of your dreams (literally) standing right in front of you, dressed in a black turtle neck and light blue jeans. Such simple clothes yet his charm was as visible as ever. You almost wanted to throw yourself out the window when you remember that you're wearing the biggest shirt known to man kind and draped in a pretty coat that did not match your outfit at all.

"What a coincidence!" Jaemin sings, wide smile plastered on his face. "What are you doing here at such a late hour?"

"Sejun is still out at the office for a meetings" You Huff, crossing your arms. "And I got hungry so I decided to get something to eat."

"Same! Hyejoo is still working and it's really boring at home. My mouth is starting to get bored so I decided to come out and grab a a snack too." Then Jaemin snaps his fingers. You could practically see a light bulb shining brightly above his head. "Why don't we have a drink together? Like coffee or tea while we eat our pastries. Whaddya say?"

The offer was tempting. Terribly tempting. Going home was boring cause you'd only be watching more tv and eating your pastries alone. Having a night time tea time with Jaemin didn't sound like a bad idea. In fact, it sounded like a great idea.

"I'm in"

The male beams, smiling from ear to ear. "Grab a table. I'll order more pastries and some drinks. Just tell me what you want"

Not too long after, you and Jaemin are seated across from each other with a large tray of pastries. There was a hot long black for Jaemin and a hot cocoa for you.

"Isn't this great?" Jaemin asks, picking up his favorite macaron and taking a bite. "Tea time at midnight? Really interesting if I do say so myself, surprised this place is even still open at this hour."

You chuckle, agreeing with him as he takes another bite.

"Hyejoo never does these kind of things with me anymore. All of a sudden, she's the busiest person I know and we're barely spending time together." Jaemin is grabbing another macaron to eat, the glimmer in his eyes fading slightly. "I know this sounds crazy but it almost feels as though we're strangers... it sounds insane because I'm literally married to her. Yet it feels like I'm living with some random girl"

"Hey... It's alright. Things happen y'know? People get busy. But she's just working, nothing to worry about." You tell him.

"But I do worry. " He says. "Feels like she's hiding something from me but I don't have any proof. When I ask, she tells me it's nothing. And when I think too deeply on it, I'm wondering if I'm the problem. Amni doing something wrong? Is that why she's hiding something from me?"

"I don't think she's hiding anything, Jaemin. I don't know. But I too am just trying to be open minded. Marketing does get hectic sometimes..."

Jaemin sighs, grabbing a Danish and terrifyingly, he downs it in one bite - mouth puffing up like a chipmunk.

The heavy mood slowly begins to fade when you compare Jaemin to a chipmunk with his full cheeks. The man, although feeling a heavy weight on his heart cracks a smile.

"Do i?" he asks with full cheeks and you nod with a smile.

Jaemin chews his food properly, chipmunk cheeks gone.

"Aw, chipmunk Jaem has disappeared" you say with a faux pout. "I'll miss him so much  he was kinda cute"

"Oh really?" The mood lightens up fully now. As the night goes on, you and Jaemin continue to joke around, get into more silly debates and talk about your first times doing different things. The heavy mood from earlier had long faded away and Jaemin was feeling much better. There was a happy warmth swarming his chest everytime you smiled and laughed. Each time you giggled, he was determined to see more of it, cracking more silly puns and making weird facial expressions just because it cracked you up so much. For the first time in a while, Jaemin felt free of his own thoughts. There was no worry and fear lurking in his head, just serotonin and silliness.

Eventually, the shop begins to close, meaning it was time to wrap up.

"Tonight was great" Jaemin says. "Though it was only an hour, I had a great time. I don't feel sad anymore. Thanks"

"Pffft" You wave him off. "It was nothing. Just two friends hanging out. But yeah, I had a great time too thanks to you"

As Jaemin debates what to do next before the two of you part ways, he's almost terrified when an image pops into his head and disappears before he could fully register it.

"You can't do that, you're a married man" He screams at himself in his head. When he finally realizes he's been talking to himself for a bit too long,  he snaps out of it and opens his arms. "Hug?"

You agree, almost jumping at his action but you manage to hold back, going in for a normal hug like normal people do. Like normal friends do.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow night? I know they're gonna meet up for the project again at your place"

"Yeah, they are." Jaemin clears his throat. "Then uh, goodnight! Get home safe alright. Oh- you should give me your number so I can make sure you get home safely. I don't know what I'd do with myself if I knew you got hurt"

"Right- uh" Jaemin hands you his phone and you tap your number into his phone.

"Send me a text when you get home alright?" Jaemin says.

"Will do. Night!" You send him a wave and he waves back.

The both of you walk in the opposite direction back home.

As he walks home, Jaemin's mind goes haywire with the image of him kissing you goodnight running through his head, replaying over and over. Meanwhile, you have a hard time shaking off the the memory of embracing Jaemin. His scent and warmth so comforting to you, almost intoxicating.

"What's wrong with me..." The both of you mumble to yourselves.

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"11pm.. " you mumble to yourself, leg tapping anxiously against your carpeted floor while your eyes were glued onto the digital clock next to your TV. Hours after your husband's work dinner was supposed to end, he was still no where to be seen. Calls were not being picked up, messages were left on delivered, you were going insane. Bottling up with anxiety and fear, you get up from the couch, grab your keys and drive off to the location of your husband's work dinner.

"Sorry ma'am, they left about 2 hours ago" The cashier tells you and part of you wanted to scream.

"Ah, I see. Thanks" you give the lady a smile and exit. Once back in the car, you fold your arms, head leaned back against the headrest. "Where would they go after a work dinner... " The first answer that came to your mind was Jaemin's house. Maybe after dinner, Sejun and Hyejoo decided to go back and continue working. As you send Jaemin a quick text to ask if they were there, a wave of annoyance flushes through you. But you'd much rather have your husband over at their place than being in danger god knows where.

Jaemin: no, they're not here either. hyejoo isn't picking up my calls too.

Jaemin's answer makes your stomach drop. Well fuck, if they weren't there, where else could they be?

You: I'm gonna go to their office. hopefully they're there, if not I'm seriously gonna file a police report.

Jaemin: I'll head to their office too.

Parking outside the office building, you greet the security guard that you see every day when sending lunch boxes over to your husband.

"Hi, Mr Noh" you greet. "Did you see Sejun? They had a company dinner hours ago and h3 isn't picking up my phone calls"

"Oh, Sejun was just here a while ago. I haven't seen him leave yet so I think he should still be inside" Mr Noh replies and a wave of relief washes over you.

"Thank god" you Huff in relief. "Thank you so much" Giving Mr Noh a thanksful Pat on the shoulder, you speed walk into the office and up the elevator, pressing on the floor that your husband worked on.

The hallways were dim and quiet, just a few emergency lights giving light in the hallways. the dead silence made it feel like you were in a horror movie, serial axe murderer or vengeful ghost hiding somewhere in the shadows, preparing to attack. As your mind continued to play tricks on you by convincing you that you saw moving shadows, the sound of a giggle makes you jolt.

Fuck, is this place really haunted?,, you wondered. Then there was another giggle, but this time it was deeper, like it came from a male.

"I can't believe we're doing this here" the female voice says. You felt your stomach stir, instantly recognizing the voice that belonged to Hyejoo. "We work on this desk" she says.

"That's what makes it thrilling isn't it?"

Yeah, you were about to vomit. Because that was your husbands voice. You could never be more sure. Of course, you've heard his voice for years. It was the same voice who hummed songs to you to help you fall asleep on restless nights.

"You're right" she says with a giggle. The male - your husband, lets out a low chuckle. Then there's to sound of lips being pressed against each other. Loud, sloppy, then there's moaning and groaning.  Your legs began to give out, slapping a hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming and crying out loud. The moans get louder, the sound of clothes being taken off and what you could only assume to be the office desk creaking. You wanted to kill him. You didn't even have to take a peek to know what they were doing. Finally, you find the strength to run out the building, holding it the tears threatening to spill out and show just how weak you felt.

When you got to the ground floor, elevator doors opening, you made a run for it. Far from them, you cried freely. Sobbing into your palm, your vision got blurry from the tears. With your blurry vision, you didn't notice as you ran straight into a muscled body. Then it finally hit you that Jaemin said he'd be coming too. You sniff, looking up to see Jaemin's concerned face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, voice laced with so much genuine concern that you dropped to your knees, sobbing and Jaemin getting on his knees to be on your level.

"They- they" God, you couldn't even speak properly, throat constricting, struggling to even breath. The only thing you could do was grab Jaemin's forearm, gripping so hard that you knew you were going to mark him. "I heard them." you force yourself to mutter. "They were kissing. And they're about to do God knows what else up there"

Jaemin didn't even need to ask who you were talking about. The suspicions he'd been trying to store away finally coming to light with your words. His eyes tear up, but he sucks in a deep breath trying to stay strong. It's hard, he wants to scream and break something. He couldn't do that. So, he closed his eyes and pulled you into his embrace, rubbing a hand up and down your back as you cried into his chest, keeping your strong grip on his forearm. It hurt, but Jaemin preferred this physical rather than the one tearing at his heart.

After minutes, he lifts you up with him. "Let's go." he says.

You stop your crying to look up at him, confused. "Where do we go? Do we just go home and pretend as if nothing happened?"

He shakes his head, not saying a thing but instead guiding you to his car.

"What about my car?" you asked as you opened the door to the passenger seat, guiding you inside. "Let them see. Let them realize that we know" he replies, closing your door and walking over to the driver's seat. He starts the engine, eyes lacking its usual spark. "We're going to a hotel"

---

Jaemin drives the both of you to the furthest hotel from your neighbourhood, claiming that the two of you needed this distance. He books a room for the both of you to stay the night in. Unfortunately the only room available had a queen bed and a single bed. Jaemin gladly let you take the queen sized bed.

With no other clothes but the ones you arrived in, the two of you just decide to get into bed and get some rest, or at least try to.

Neither of you open your mouths to talk about what happened. Hearts aching and anger boiling in your veins, you began to tear up. Your son of a bitch brain playing disgusting scenes of the traitor you once loved with that sly fox. Giggling and touching in the quiet office room at the dead of night. Your fists clenched, wanting nothing more than to punch the both of them bloody. You didn't even realize you began sobbing out loud until your bed dips and you hear Jaemin's honey voice, as sweet as ever despite the fact he was probably and also most likely fighting ten different emotions at the same time.

"Hey, it's alright" Jaemin says in attempt to comfort you. He didn't know what to say, still trying to wrap his head around this new reality. "It's none of our fault"

You sit up in your bed and look at Jaemin with your blood shot eyes. "Of course it isn't" You sniff, using your hand to wipe away a tear that slipped from your eye. "They're the fucking traitors here. How long have they been doing this behind our backs?" You question, voice getting louder as rage begins to flood your entire system. You've never been a violent person, but now you sure as hell wanted to get violent. "He's been sweet talking me for weeks. Telling me everything is fine while he's been screwing some girl behind my back. And he dares" You had to pause, head feeling heavy from all the pent up anger.

"He dares to make me feel loved when he knows he barely feels a thing for me anymore. That's my last straw. " Jaemin cups your face with his hand, thumb brushing away the tears that began streaming down your face. "Do I look fucking stupid to him? Like a toy that he can play with when he felt like it? Does he-" you're silenced when Jaemin leans in pressing his lips against yours. Your brain goes haywire with the way his soft lips began to move against yours like a spell with you following in pursuit. Eyes falling shut as you indulged.

Acting like this didn't make either of you a better person. But in the moment, you felt like you deserved this. The feeling of being loved properly. The feeling of being loved by a man.

The kissing gets deeper as Jaemin adjusts his body to face you properly, both his hands now cupping your cheek as he swipes a tongue against your lower lip to which you gladly let him intrude. You fall back into the bed, soft mattress engulfing your body. Hands roam his back and his sly hands trace themselves from your stomach to the waistband of your bands. The two of you finally pull away, Jaemin's hands one move away from intruding your private space.

"Is this the right thing to do?" Jaemin murmurs quietly, hot breath against your lips. You could feel how unsure he felt, being on the thin line between desire and the urge to get revenge on both your spouses. You were on the same boat as him, but your mind was hazy, seeing nothing but red. There was no lie that you had unwillingly felt a strong attraction to Jaemin, his small actions making you feel more loved in comparison to the many so called grand gestures your husband tried to do just for the sake of it. Jaemin was hot and kind, the perfect blend of a man that you liked. And here you were, caged in his arms with his hands barely centimeters away from your pussy. You've been played by your no good son of a gun husband, it was only fair that you played him as well.

"Who cares" you whisper against his lips. "They fucked us over, now it's time we do the same to them"

A switch flips in his brain and Jaemin no longer felt guilty. You were right. He had been screwed over with sweet words and gestures, only to be the fool at the end. He wanted to play too. Plus, you were gorgeous, and he hated that you made him feel whole whenever the two of you hung out while your partners were busy working upstairs. Which now you both knew that they were probably fucking rather than working.

His hand finally breaches the elastic of your shorts, middle finger teasing your damp slit through your panties that only got wetter the longer the two of you kissed. Then finally, he pulls your panties to the side and slips a finger in. You pull away from his lips to squeeze your eyes shut and moan as his single digit rubbed your walls so nice. When he added a second finger in, you felt the way he curled his fingers and his blunt nails scratched your g-spot just right.

"Fuck" Jaemin groans, blood rushing to his cock the longer he pumped his digits in and out of your slick hole. "You're so tight... " He directs his focus from his hand in your pants to your eyes. "Does he  even fuck you enough?"

You don't know why but his words make you moan. The room was dark and cold, you could barely make out his features properly and the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your hole echoed in your ears. You shake your head.

"No, he doesn't" Jaemin pouts. "You poor thing. It's okay.. " He leans into you, lips centimeters away, fingers pulling out if your wet hole. You want to whine but then he's pulling your pants down with one hand. "I'll take care of you" he whispers before planting a kiss on your lips and pulling away to sit on his knees finish getting rid of your shorts and wrecked panties.

Under the yellow light from the lamp on your nightstand, Jaemin could see the mess he made between your thighs. An insatiable hunger grows in his stomach, leaving you no room to process a single thing before he's on his stomach and your thighs are resting against his shoulders.

He kisses up your thigh slowly until he reaches your core, taking a second to admire his piece of work. "God, you're breathtaking" he mumbles. "May I?"

He didn't even have to ask yet he still so politely did so. You give him a nod and you see him flash a greedy smile before his lips attach itself to your cunt and he flicks his tongue on your bud. You throw your head back with a moan, eyes involuntarily squeezing shut at the sensation. Jaemin is motivated by your sweet noises and begins to devour you like a man starved for centuries. He's relentless with his tongue, swirling around your bud just right and lapping up your slit like a dog.

You were in heaven.

Head from your husband didn't even feel this good.

Yet Jaemin was bringing heaven to you, spoiling you with pleasure as he sinks his tongue into your hole, working it in and out and bringing a thumb to rub your clit.

"Fuck fuck fuck please don't stop" you plead in an embarrassingly high voice, pushing his head deeper into your cunt. Your actions only make him greedier. His tongue is back to focusing on your clit while his slender fingers breach your hole again. The pace and alternative movements is perfect. Your toes are curling and your thighs are clenching around his head. With a moan, you come undone on his tongue and the man under you laps up every drop of your release until you're clean.

"Goddamn, " he rises from his position, mouth glistening with your release. "You taste like heaven. Too much of this and you might get me addicted." His sweet words make your hole clench, yearning for more. He gets on all fours, caging you in his arms once again. His dark brown eyes burn right through yours with lust. You think you're over thinking when you feel like he's looking at you with genuine admiration amongst the cloud of desire fogging his eyes. It makes your heart thud.

"Do you want more?" he asks, voice deep and playful. You nod and he gets up on his knees.

"Show me just how much you want me" He nods down at his jeans. "Get me hard"

You gulp, getting up from your position in bed to sit on your knees. Jaemin gets off the bed to stand right at the edge, making it easier for you to unbutton his jeans, pull the zipper down and free his semi hard cock from the constraints of his boxers.

"Go ahead" he says, noting the way you practically salivate at the sight of his cock. Barely hard, but you knew he'd be monstrous when he's ready.

His length is heavy in your hand, big enough that you're unable to fully wrap a fist around his cock.

You bring the tip to your mouth, kitten licking it. His cock twitches and it encourages you. Bringing his dick to your mouth, you suck on the head a few times, focusing on swirling your tongue against his sensitive tip before you are taking his cock inch by inch into your mouth. You could feel him getting hard the more you bobbed your head up and down. Jaemin groans, placing one hand on your head gently, unmoving. "Just like that" he says with a breathy groan. His praise makes you gleam, releasing his length only lick a stripe underneath his shaft and letting your mouth continue its administrations.

The way he begins to grip your hair was a telltale sign that he was getting closer. With the determination to make him cum as hard as you did, you focus on his tip, using your hand to pump the rest of his shaft. Jaemin is practically tugging your hair, the sweet burn in your scalp sending an electric shock to your throbbing clip. Vulgar words are slipping from Jaemin's sweet lips as he finally cums; hot load filling up your throat.

"Fuck" hid grip on your hair loosens and he's panting hard, recovering from the mind blowing head he just got. "You did so well.. " he opens his eyes, lips curling up into a smirk. You smile at him, opening your mouth to show him the cum that sat in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you swallow his load, licking your lips in delight.

His cock twitches and he's greedy again, yearning to feel your tight walls wrapped around his cock that stands tall once again; hard and ready to go.

"Since you just sucked the soul out of me, " Jaemin began, "it's only right that I return the favour, isn't it?"

"And how do you intend to repay me?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at him, hole clenching and heart racing with the way he teased you.

Jaemin beckons you over to him and you gladly crawl to the end of the bed to get into his embrace. He dips his head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale. Then you feel his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear before whispering: "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even remember his name"

"Do it then" you mutter under your breath, reciprocating hid actions and whispering into his ear. "Fuck me hard."

Jaemin lets his hand wander down to the curve of your ass, giving it a squeeze then tapping your hip signaling for you to jump which you do. He catches you easily, walking over to a wall and pressing you against the cold surface. "Ready?" He asks and you nod. Using the sheer strength of his biceps and thigh muscles, he lifts you higher. And when he lowers you down, you feel the bulbous tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. "Scream for me" And he sinks you on his cock. Fat girth stretching you wide and nice, length reaching places you're sure your husband never reached before. To Jaemin's delight, you do in fact scream his name. Your voice was airy and filled with desire, Jaemin basks in the sound of you and begins lifting you up and down on his cock, using those beautiful muscles to fuck you like a toy.

"Ah fuck!" you gasp, feeling him hit your cervix. His pace was relentless and imagining the way his muscles bulged as he brought you down on his cock over and over with no signs of tiredness had you moaning his name like a mantra.

"You're so tight" he manages to say with only a slight hint of struggle. "He doesn't take care of you he way I do, right?"

You shake your head. "N-never" God he was so deep. You felt him everywhere.

"Is that so?" Jaemin coos. His pace begins to slow down and you're able to feel every single vein in his cock along your walls. "I bet he doesn't even know how to make you moan the way I do" Once again, you shake your head.

To your dismay, he pulls his cock out of you, setting you down on your feet. "You poor thing. I have to set an example for him and he isn't even here" he says with an exaggerated sigh. "Well, " he guides you back to the bed, getting you on your hands and knees. "That's too bad isn't it. " His hand roams on the globes of your ass, sighing as he feels the smooth skin under his hot palm. "I guess he'll never get to learn just how to please a woman correctly" His hand grips his cock, giving himself a few pumps before running the top up and down your slit. "He'll continue to sit at home, fucking my wife with his mediocre skills, while I make his own wife, my queen in bed."  he slips in, and you bite your lip. "His loss. " Jaemin finishes his sentence with a hard thrust.

"I make it up to you on his behalf, alright pretty?"  His hips begin to move and you let out a content sigh. "What do you say when someone is treating you like a princess hm?" Jaemin asked with a pointed thrust.

"T-thank you" you stutter, words becoming harder to pronounce, brain going mushy. All the anger that you felt earlier, now clouded by the desire to cum.

"What was that?" his hands trail to your hair, wrapping a fistful in his palm.

"Thank you" you say again, louder this time. But Jaemin was not satisfied.

"I'm sure you have a better vocabulary than that" Now, he pulls your hair, bringing your back to his chest. "Now let me repeat again, what do you say when someone treats you this nicely?"

"Thank you for fucking me so good, Jaemin" Your sentence is rewarded with another thrust. "Thank you so much" you moan out. And finally , Jaemin is satisfied. "You're welcome, pretty"

His hips regain its momentum and he's abusing your hole with his thrusts. Jaemin focuses on chasing his orgasm now, gripping your hips tightly and leaving marks on your soft skin. "Fuck, you feel so good" he groans, throwing his head back. He feels so so good, you think. The way he gripped your hips, his seductive words, and the precise thrusts. This was singlehandedly the best sex you were having in your life. Jaemin leaves trails of wet kisses down your neck, pausing once in a while to groan into your ear. The hand that was grabbing your hair relaxes and makes its way down your clit, rubbing circles.

"Yes yes yes" you cry, feeling your stomach tighten with the incoming orgasm.

"Fuck" Jaemin spits. "Where can I cum, pretty?" He struggles to say, his own incoming orgasm messing his ability to speak.

"Inside. Please cum inside me, Jaemin. Please" The way you begged, the way you began pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, Jaemin was going insane. His left hand wraps around your waist, holding you tighter against him.

"Fuck, I'm cumming" he moans.

"Me too"

"Cum for me, pretty. Cum on my cock" His lips find its way back to your mouth and you kiss him back. Everything felt too good to be true and finally, you come undone on him. Jaemin spills into your welcoming hole minutes later and the both of you collapse onto the bed. His soft cock slips out of you and you both start to pant.

There's a moment of silence and Jaemin gets out of bed to go to the washroom. The lack of his presence in that minute made your heart clench. The both of you just crossed the line the way your spouses did. Now what?

You don't even have time to think about the consequences when Jaemin comes back with a small wet towel.

"Was I too harsh?" he asks, voice so soft it made your heart clench and melt at the same time. You give him a small smile nd shake your head. "That was the best sex I've ever had"

He smiles in return, placing the wet cloth between your legs and cleaning all the residue.

He takes care of you well after he made you orgasm so hard on his dick. It was such a sweet moment that you contemplate if you should open your mouth and talk or bask in the ambience until the next day. The latter idea sounded so good, but you had to keep yourself grounded.

"Now what" you ask Jaemin. "We're no better than our spouses now. We had sex, they had sex... What now? Do we pretend nothing happened? Go back to our lives and act like this was all a dream?"

Jaemin is quiet. He doesn't know either.

"Do you still love him?"

You pause.

The man you once loved and dreamed of growing old with just played you like a fiddle. He drowned you in sweet lies and indulged you, all as a distraction to hide to fact he was fucking someone behind your back. How could you love someone who toyed with you like that. Despite the years of happiness he gave you, you were uncertain he would even gain your trust again.

You shake your head. "I can't love a man who sees me as an idiot in his sick game. But what about you, do you still love her?"

Jaemin smiles and looks down. But you could see the pain that he hit behind that smile. The look of uncertainty in his eyes. "This isn't the first time... " He says. "Well, it's the first time I actually know she cheated on me. Other times, I just noticed how flirty she got with the men at her office. Right after we got married,  she flaunted her ring to her friends. Now that I think of it, she wasn't just showing off to the girls. She showed off to the men too. It was like some sick game of hers. She was officially taken now, are they still up for the challenge to get her attention?" He looks back up at you. "That's how I saw it. But I was so blind. I was blinded by her sweet smile, the way she reassured me saying it was nothing. And I was a fool to believe her. "

The two of you sat there in silence, dread filling up your systems. The sex you had was great, but it was too soon to help either of you get over what happened today.

"We'll play with them too" You speak, breaking the silence. Jaemin looks at you confused and you elaborate. "We were a pawn in whatever game they're playing. Now we toy with them back. And if they catch us, so what? What are they gonna say? Oh no, how could you do this to me?" You mocked. "But they were the ones fooling around first"

"You want us to go behind their backs as payback?"

You nod.

Jaemin thinks his choices for a second. There's hesitancy in his eyes, but after what seemed like a flashback playing in his mind, he agrees.

"Let's do it"

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The next morning, Jaemin drives you back home where you see the car you drove to your husband's office parked outside the house. He had called you over 10 times last night and you ignored every single one of them.

"Looks like he's home" you say to Jaemin.

"Want me to walk you in?" he asks and you nod, grateful.

Turning off the engine, Jaemin escorts you to the front door of your own house. The both of you pause in your steps seeing both your spouses sitting on the couch looking disheveled.

"Baby!" your husband exclaims, walking up to you with his arms open and pulling you into a tight hug. "I saw your car at the office last night. I didn't know you came over"

You stiffen, pressing the nail of your thumb into your pointer finger, suppressing your anger as you watched him act innocent.

"Where did you go? I called you so many times last night. The car was there but you were no where to be found" he says.

"I wanted to look for you last night and bumped into Jaemin.... We were about to go into the office building but I started feeling so sick so he drove me to the hospital to have a check up" You explain, looking up at him with the most sorry eyes you could do. "I'm sorry, I should've called you but I was so tired"

"I'm just glad you're okay" he sighs, kissing your head. "So what were you diagnosed with?"

"Food poisoning"

"Oh god... You need to rest, babe. Come, I'll bring you to bed" he holds onto your hand but you stay in place.

"I'm fine now, really. Don't worry" you reassure him with a smile. Then you look over at Hyejoo. "Jaemin is a really kind man. He really took care of me well last night" You shoot a look towards Jaemin who nods.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, Nana" Hyejoo cheers, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. His body stiffens but both Hyejoo and your husband are none the wiser.

Hyejoo and Jaemin go home after a few more words and your husband insists on you staying in bed. Placing an empty bucket next to your bed, he kisses your forehead and tells you to get well soon. You only know how to smile and close your eyes.

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Your revenge plan was set in stone once you've fully 'healed' from your food poisoning and visiting Hyejoo's home became the normal once again. This time, they were so close to finishing their project with just the final touches left.

While the two of them were in Hyejoo's office probably screwing around, you sat on Jaemin's lap in the laundry room, mouths connected and tongues intertwine.

"Fuck... " Jaemin groans, feeling the way you rolled your hips against his Jean clad hard on. "You're driving me insane... "

"Mm... I know.. " you whisper, hand finding its way to the button of his jeans; unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to pull his cock out from his boxers. "I like to see you excited" you peck him on the lips. "Because it makes me excited too" you stroke him slowly, making sure to rub the tip of his dick with the pad of your thumb. When he throws his head back in pleasure, you latch your lips on his neck, kissing and licking the skin. Your pace begins to quicken and the hold Jaemin has on your hips grows tighter as he came closer. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth chewing on his bottom lip and finally a groan escaping his cherry red lips as he came into your hand.

You drag a finger on the underside of his sensitive and twitching dick, collecting the cum that was dripping from the tip. When his eyes open again and meet yours, you stick your tongue out, dragging the cum covered finger down your tongue, letting him watch you swallow it.

"You're the devil" he mumbles. Your lips curl up. "I know"

Getting up, Jaemin presses his lips against your, holding you in his arms and turning your around until your butt hits the dryer. When he pulls away from your lips, he takes a step back to yank your pants down before making you face the dryer and bending you over.

"I'll never get tired of this ass" he says, giving it a slap. "But most of all" he traces his finger along your underwear, pulling it to the side as his eyes glimmer at the sight of your wet cunt. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of this pussy" He sheathes himself into your hole in one go, grabbing onto your hips with a good pace. He thrusts deep into you with every move of his hips, pounding you just right.

"Don't stop,  don't stop, don't stop" you repeat, gripping onto the dryer, feeling him reach all the right spots. For a man who was fucking you just to get revenge on his cheating wife, he sure was putting passion into it, putting effort into moving his hips with the right pace to make you feel good.

"I'm gonna cum. Are you close, pretty?"

You nod ferociously.

The thrusts of his hips begin to slow and he places a hand under your right thigh, lifting it up against the dryer and splitting you open. He readjusts his stance, pulls his cock out all the way to the tip before shoving it back in. The force of his thrust leaves your mouth agaped in a silent moan. His hips are relentless, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the small room along with pants and groans.

"Fuck!" Jaemin groans, spilling into your hole with his warm load. He doesn't even let himself bask in his orgasm, instead overstimulating himself until he feels you clench around his dick and feels you release all over him.

When he releases your leg, you turn around to face him. He's panting, neck and face gleaming with sweat. You feel a clench in your heart as you examine his soft features, feeling your chest thump with excitement when your eyes meet his and he's smiling at you so sweetly. It makes you smile too. Then you're in your arms, cheek pressed against his chest, feeling him shift around before you feel a small handkerchief being dabbed on your forehead, wiping away your sweat.

"Don't worry, it's clean" Jaemin reassures. You don't even answer, only nodding and enjoying the moment. At that moment, nothing felt better than being in Jaemin's arms.

---

It was the last night you would ever possibly be going over to Jaemin's place. According to your husband, all they had to do was do a final review and this would all be over. Hyejoo was extra pouty today, claiming that she enjoyed working with your husband so much over the course of this project. You couldn't stand the look on her face. The way she pouted and whined about how this all was gonna be over. But you were sad this was about to end too. The future after tonight looking blurry, not exactly sure what would happen next. Your plan so far was to divorce your husband and that was about it. But first, you wanted to get caught; see their reaction and whatever stupid excuse they would say after.

In the kitchen, you and Jaemin prepared a fruit salad to end the night. A tray of strawberries, watermelon and other berries were placed on the counter. The taste of watermelon was sweet against your tongue but not as sweet as the feeling of Jaemin abusing your cunt with his fingers. Your knees buckled, trying to keep your stance but it was too hard when every drag of his fingers in your gummy walls felt like euphoria. "What do you think they'll say when they catch us?" Jaemin asks between kisses. "How would your husband feel, seeing the way his wife crumbles in pleasure by another man. And even worse, when he sees you enjoy me more than him"

You bite your lip, slick leaking around Jaemin's fingers, struggling to even answer him. "I hope he feels embarrassed."

Lost in the way his fingers played with your sensitive spot, the two of you fail to hear the sounds of footsteps entering the kitchen, only being brought back down to earth when Hyejoo screams. "What the fuck!"

The worse part is, Jaemin doesn't stop. Even as the embarrassment begins to sleep through your skin, you say nothing either. It only takes a moment until your legs give out and you release on his fingers. Jaemin brings his lips to his mouth, sucking his fingers and humming in delight before acknowledging the extra presence in the kitchen. "Oh, I didn't see you guys there"

You fix yourself up, putting on a cold demeanor when you lock eyes with your husband who's eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

Hyejoo is humiliated by Jaemin's words. The way he acted like he didn't even notice her despite her scream.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jaemin?" Hyejoo screams again, eyes turning red and wet with tears.

The male shrugs. "Just having fun" he pauses before he locks eyes with your husband instead. "Like the two of you were doing"

Hyejoo takes a good second to react. No words are said but she storms up to Jaemin ready to slap him, but her attempt fails miserably when he catches her wrist before it can even land on his cheek. He pulls in her and you wince, feeling a sting in your heart as you watch.

He leans into her neck, taking a whiff.

"That's not my cologne.. " he mutters, pulling away. Then he brings her wrist in front of him to examine. "And your wedding ring is gone... Where is it, baby" The once sweet pet name now sounded like poison. The words slicing through Hyejoo's victimized face and you notice her gulp.

"You smell like a man, your wedding ring is gone and another man's lips is swollen. Now tell me exactly what you've been doing, Hyejoo." Jaemin stated firmly. "For how many nights under my own roof have you been screwing with another man?"

"You're wrong!" she exclaims. "You prick, I told you we were working"

And as if things couldn't get even more humiliating for the poor girl, Jaemin sneaks a hand under his skirt. But rather than looking embarrassed to be touched with an audience, Hyejoo instead looks defeated.

Jaemin's jaw clenches at the affirmation.

"You're wet. Why."

"Fine!" she finally breaks. "I cheated on you"

"Hyejoo-" your husband interferes and your own jaw clenches at the way he looked at her, ready to shield her from all this humiliation with a look in his eyes that you've never seen before towards you.

"You're just so boring!" she admits, voice cracking and you didn't know if it was because she was guilty or because she's angry she got caught and the fun was all over. "I needed something new. Something to excite me. I needed a thrill."

"So you screwed behind my back because it was... exciting?"

She looks down, and nods.

Jaemin pulls away and takes a step back away from her.

"Get out"

Hyejoo's head shoots up. "W-what?" her eyes are glimmering with tears and her lips trembling.

"I said get out" Jaemin looks over at Sejun. "You too. Everyone but Y/n, get out of my house" He points towards the door.

"But Jaemin.. "

"Now!" He finally breaks, yelling. Hyejoo bites her lips,  stating at Jaemin with rage as if he was being the asshole her. She grabs her purse on the couch and gets ahold of your husband's hand to storm out.

Your legs move quick before your mind even registers it, running to your husband and pulling him out of Hyejoo's grip.

"Y/n I-" his head whips to the side when you slap him right across the face with all the strength you could muster. In front of you was the man you dreamt about for years, the man you trusted with your whole heart. Yet he says nothing to you, letting his mistress drag him out of the house without sparing a moment for you.

"I trusted you" you speak, voice failing you as it cracks and a rush of years fill your eyes faster than your like. "And you play me like a stupid fool for weeks... "

The stupid man says nothing, not even bothering to look back at you and apologize.

"Let's go! " Hyejoo yanks him away and the idiot walks away like you were nothing to him.

The tears flow freely from your eyes now, and you quickly head back into the house before either of them see you in your weakest moment.

When the door slams shut behind you, you're on your knees sobbing into your palm like you did all those nights ago. You hoped that by getting caught with Jaemin, your husband would feel all the pain you felt. But you were terribly wrong. He was nothing but a heartless prick who only liked sex.

And you were the idiot who still chased after him.

Jaemin walks up to your crying figure, taking your arm and pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's okay.. " he coos. He wants to be the strong one, but his own voice is cracking and tears are pouring from his eyes. The both of you were weal and vulnerable.

"I hate this so much" you stutter in between tears. "I still can't believe he did all that. Everything up till now, he's been what I thought was the greatest person of all, but at the end, he discards me like I'm nothing to him. And all for a woman he met months ago" you grip onto Jaemin's shirt. "I want to kill him"

"Don't waste your energy like that" Jaemin says. "We move on from them starting from now. You can cry all you want, as long as you get it all out and you forget that son of a bitch"

Pulling away from Jaemin, you look at him and the way his eyes watered despite his neutral face. Even with how badly hurt he was, he was still trying to be the source of comfort.

A sweet soul like him didn't deserve any of this.

And neither did you.

You and Jaemin sit on the floor for what felt like an hour. At some point, Jaemin moved the two of you towards the back of the couch so that he could rest against something as you leaned against his chest, playing with his fingers.

The storm is your heart had began to fade, now replaced by feeling of being lost and confused.

You and Jaemin were only together just to mess with your cheating partners. And as you lay against him, feeling the way his chest rose and fell everytime he breathed, you felt more comfort than you ever felt with your ex. His presence made you feel heard and protected, recalling all the times he listened as you yapped about a silly topic that your ex didn't always pay attention to. Jaemin made you feel like everything you said was equally as important. He always prioritized your feelings and was focused on comforting you even when he himself had been cheated on.

"Jaemin?" you begin, the man behind you humming in acknowledgement. "tonight has been awful. We just broke up with our long term partners, words have been exchanged, feelings have been hurt. We've been sitting on this hardwood floor for ages without saying a word... Doesn't that feel weird to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know why I feel so safe and happy when I'm with you, Jaemin. Even before all this revenge fucking or whatever... every moment I spent with you, eating pastries or challenging you to a cooking duel, I felt more alive than I've ever been with my husband. Fuck, I feel so warm and safe in your arms in a way that's so unfamiliar yet inviting. Sure I felt a sense of comfort when I was in a position like this with my ex but this... " you glance down at your hands that were still fiddling with his. "This feels different"

He's quiet and his silence fills you with fread, wondering if your words just ended something else for the second time tonight. Your worries are silenced when Jaemin wraps his arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"I know what you mean" he sighs, eyes falling shut as a wave of guilt crashes over him. "I don't feel any better that I engaged in this just because my own wife was cheating on me as well. It felt like such a guilty pleasure knowing you made my love feel younger and fresh again before I even knew she was cheating. I felt like shit to even think and feel that way, but after all that has happened... I don't regret it at all"

Your head turns, leaving your lips and his inches apart.

"Is this all just a guilty pleasure?"

He stops to think, then nods. "It is"

Your heart tightens.

"But it's a guilty pleasure I'm willing to explore and learn more about. And maybe in the end, it won't be a guilty pleasure anymore. But something else instead"

"May I? " you ask, lips closing in on his after his confession. A feeling of warmth seeps through your chest, a feeling you haven't felt since the day your ex asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sense of excitement at the adventure that laid ahead, ready to face to new future ahead of you. All you could think about was how you wanted to learn about the man behind you, and when you do, you wanted to share your love with him.

Jaemin hums, a small smile spreading across his cheeks. "You may"

Lips colliding, this kiss this time is soft and gentle. He takes his time to pour his soul into the kiss, focusing on the way you move your lips against his with passion and not lust. He memorizes everything. The way you feel, the way you brushed your tongue against his, the way you held onto his hand, everything.

Even after the toughest night of his life, Jaemin is more sure about whatever this was. He had a lot to learn about you now. What you did in your spare time, what you do when your sad. He wants to start something fresh and with how he feels around you, the way you make him feel joy, he was willing to push through all this pain if it meant he'll be happier than he ever was in the end. He wanted to be happy with you.

[rosiereveries]

professor!John who teaches history at university. You finally have classes with him and since the beginning of the year, all the girls in your year talk about how hot he is. He is something over 40 and he won the secret dilf competition that you made with your friends.

You take extra good time preparing for his classes, not just you learn the materials for the lesson, you also make sure that your outfit looks nice, that your hair is perfectly styled, and your makeup looks flawless. You always wear short skirts and cute tops to his classes, and you are 100% sure that when you wear knee high socks, he looks at you more that on the other girls.

John noticed you the very first time you came to his class. You sat in the first row like the good girl you are, and you raised your hand every time he asked questions. There were so many girls in his classes who tried to seduce him, but none of them were as smart as you were. You always had perfect score on your test, and he knew that you wanted to make him proud. It was just a bonus that when you crossed your legs on the chair you were sitting, he could sometimes see your panties.

He tried to wait until the end of the year, to approach you, so he wouldn’t be your professor anymore when he would fuck you. But you gave him no choice with your flirty remarks and your outfits.

That’s why he called you into his office after your lesson ended. He wanted to speak with you about the paper you were working on, and he wanted you to tell him how it was going.

When you get into his office you start to talk about your paper. You hoped that he called you there for other reasons, but he is patiently listening while you ramble about the sources and literature you found. After a while he asks you if you would mind if he smoke, he tells you that he needs a little bit of relaxation before his next class.

You watched him as he lights up a cigarette and offers you one. You decline and watch him blow out the smoke. “You sure you don’t want one?” he asks and when you tell him that you never really smoked, he pats his thigh and tells you to come closer.

“You know, this time of the year everything is so hectic” he says, “maybe you could help me with some pent-up stress, you know. What you think?”

That’s how you end up on the floor on your knees under his desk. You kneel between his thighs unzipping his trousers and taking out his thick cock. He is bigger that you imagined, and you know that there’s no way you can take him whole into your mouth. He gathers your hair in his hand, and he makes you look up at him. “You always look so pretty for me, but I think you will look even better with these lips around my dick” he says, and he gently guides your head to his crotch.

You choke on him quite a lot. You can take half of his length without a problem but after that, your gag reflex makes you stop. You hear him mumble something about training your mouth. When John finishes his cigarette, he makes you stand up, your lipstick ruined, most of it is on his cock like a pretty mark you left.

He bends you over his desk, pulling your skirt up. You can feel his cock teasing you through your underwear. When he pulls your panties down and starts to push inside you can feel him stretching you. “Just like that, you’re taking me so well, you’re so wet for me” he says. John pushes one hand under your t-shirt, pulling it up so he can see your tits. He tells you to take it off, so you just stand there in your skirt and knee-high socks.

He fucks you rough, quick thrust that makes your eyes roll. He plays with your nipples, twisting and pulling them until your breast are sensitive. You know that you don’t have a lot of time, anytime now his colleague could come back from their lunch break and find you like this.

When John starts to rub circles on your clit you can feel your orgasm approaching. With one hand he rubs your most sensitive part, and the other one is around your throat. “I need you to cum on my cock, I need you to milk me dry with your sweet wet pussy” he tells you and you can feel that he is also close. You cum like the good girl you are right as he tells you. A few moments later he is cuming inside you, his hot seed spilling in your pussy.

He helps you to put your clothes on. He pulls up your panties, and when he sees that his cum is spilling from your pussy, he quickly pushes two fingers inside you, saying that it needs to stay where it belongs. You’re still there, in his office with your thighs still trembling when his colleague comes back. John walks you out on the hallway, saying that you should come to see him again tomorrow at noon, that you still have a lot of work to do. You just hope that his colleague can’t hear when he whispers that you should come without panties this time.

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From the Back

summary - uh-oh! Your fiendish boyfriend caught you staring at his fingers again. Luckily for you, he knows what you want.

wc - 2.1k words

content - Toji x reader, p slapping, fingering, clit play, dumbification kinda? idk, he's mean, it's all consensual pinky promise

an - uh so I procrastinated this cus im ill and nothings proofread or makes sense to me !! I also dislike fingering so wtf do I know lol lmk what needs changing thx gng

Toji doesn’t know where he got the ring that he’s spinning idly between his fingers. It’s a cheap thing, and he’s got no clue why he's kept it around. Regardless, Toji keeps twirling the ring around, thick fingers dipping in and out of it periodically as he lays on one end of the couch. 

It kills you. You’ve never wanted to swap places with a piece of jewellery so desperately in your life before. One of your knees bounced almost anxiously as you watched him from the other end of the couch, eyes trained on his fingers. As for getting wet, you were beyond that point. You’ve been aching for him ever since you first saw him removing the ring off his finger.

His fingers were thick and tanned, joints prominent from years of doing damage. There were rough scars everywhere, the careless sort you loved to pepper kisses all over when you held his hand in yours. You’ve felt those hands pry your thighs apart so that he could get a taste of what lay in between. You’ve seen those same hands bruised and battered, fingers twitching and flexing after a rough night out. 

But right now? They were relaxed. The ring was nestled between two of your boyfriend's fingers before he tossed it and caught it in his weighty palm. You weren’t even ashamed at how blatantly you were ogling at the veins that rose from below his skin. 

Toji doesn’t notice it straight away, the heated, yearning glances coming from you. He just hums low, almost like he’s thinking about something. A thick thumb rubs over the edge of his ring with a precision that’s languid, whilst his other hand rests on his thigh. He rubs at the bulky limb, fingers splayed out, and you flinch. 

Without warning, Toji’s eyes meet yours. They’re lazy but incredibly knowing. He knows what you want, but he wants to hear it from your own mouth first.

“Gonna keep eye-fuckin’ my hand? You’ve been quiet for a good while now,” he says casually, as if he hasn’t got the sleaziest smirk appearing on his scarred lip. You know damn well he’s pretending to have known you were staring at him the entire time, but you couldn’t focus on that. You can’t. 

Toji’s fingers are flexing again, all for show. The ring clinks against his prominent knuckles as his voice drops low. You watch as he slouches in his seat, thighs fallen open a little wider. It’s clearly an invitation for you to come closer.

So you do. 

۫ ꣑ৎ

You don’t even know how you got here. One second you were sassing back, getting all defensive as he called you out on your perverted behaviour. The next moment, you had both of his heavy thighs over yours, pulling them apart and locking them in place. It’s comical to Toji how you flinch at the sound of his voice so close to your ear, scar rubbing against the tender flesh of your lobe.

One nip, then another. His tongue flicks out as you shudder, ass nudging up against his crotch as you remain at your boyfriend's mercy. “You like my hands that much, hm? Shoulda said somethin”, he murmured, hot breath fanning against your temple. “You could have had them on your cunt much sooner than this if you spoke up.”

“And have you call me easy? No thanks,” a scoff leaves your lips as you writhe in Toji’s lap, but his legs have you immobilised. An awkward yelp escapes you when the man begins to massage at your inner thighs, the pudgy skin barely covered by your shorts. His thumb pinched and rolled the skin around before sliding beneath the fabric of what you were wearing. 

Toji clicks his tongue. “Nah, believe me. I’m flattered, doll. Gets me all hot and bothered when you’re whorin’ over me like this,” he murmurs as his hands feel up the warmth at the crease of your thighs. 

“Language-”

“Who gives a fuck about language when I’ve got your cunt in the palm of my hands. Literally,” Toji scoffs, one of his hands sliding out from under your shorts and cupping your pussy and giving it a confident squeeze. The warmth seeps into his skin and he groans appreciatively. His actions are met with a wanton little mewl, your body slouching against his.

“None of that. You wanted this, remember?” Toji lifts you up so that your back properly meets his strong front, his lips mouthing at the side of your neck eagerly. This action was met by a hitch in your breath as his middle and ring finger dragged up and down the seam of your shorts in a painfully teasing manner. Your hips buck upwards, chasing more of his touch, but his free hands lays flat against your pelvis and pushes you back down. 

The pressure you felt down below alternated, ranging from intense nudges with his knuckles, to the light scratches of his nails against the print of your pussy. “You’re squirming. Where's all that sass gone, huh? ‘S it all gone now that my hands are right where you want ‘em?”

Toji’s words are punctuated by another slow drag of his fingers, this time right past the leg opening of your shorts and between your folds. Your clit is prominent and pulsing, met with stroke after stroke with the increasingly soaked digits of your smug boyfriend. You’re twitching, fighting between closing your legs or keeping them spread real nice and wide. 

“F-fuck, Toji…!” You whine, face scrunching up as Toji’s fingers capture your clit between the joints of fingers. He tugs, and the sensation is borderline uncomfortable. You can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop being mean, too focused on the sparks of pleasure that have your hole clenching around nothing. It’s pathetic. 

“F-fuck, Toji!” he mocks, a cruel huff of laughter rumbling in his chest. You can feel his front almost vibrate behind you, but the erection prodding up against the curve of your ass is even more of a distraction. “No whining, brat. You’re getting what I give you when I think you deserve it.” 

The thick fingers leave you, making you choke on a breath out of sheer disappointment. “No, cmon. Toji, that’s not fair,” you practically hissed, a hand flying out to grab his arm. You tug and tug, just enough to have his knuckles grazing your inner thigh. You can feel the man you’re sitting on exhale gruffly, and the atmosphere shifts from one that’s less playful to one that’s more…charged. You didn’t dare look back at your lover, knowing you’ve put him in a mood. 

To put it bluntly, Toji’s had enough. 

“Oh, you’re so fuckin’ mouthy,” Toji tuts in mock disapproval, making quick work of moving his legs momentarily so that he could shuck your panties and shorts off. Without missing a beat, his thighs are over yours, cool air hitting the slickness between your legs. You were mortified.

“Hey now…”

Slap. 

“Hm? What was that?” 

Another wet slap. 

His entire palm rubs against your stinging mound as your lips fall open, breath hitching in your throat as you screw your eyes shut. This wasn’t the first time Toji had caught you off guard, but you loved it. He knew you loved it too, with the way your entire pussy seemed to throb even harder on his hand. 

“Oooh, you liked that,” he grins, attempting to soothe the sting by dipping his fingertips into your hole. Barely. He pulls back out, cock oozing precum when you shake your head side to side. “Awh, don’t be like that. Just sit there all nice ‘n pretty whilst I play with this nasty pussy.”

“No, you’re n-not even playing with me properly…,” you complain, and Toji doesn’t know how you have the nerve to. You should be grateful he even decided to entertain your little hand fetish in the first place. A faux sigh of impatience leaves him, and dread builds up in your gut. 

What if he leaves me here, you thought, all alone and needy with no fingers in your pussy. How would you cum then? 

But no. Toji decides to be merciful, which was a rare occurrence. 

“Alright, alright. Fine, I’ll play with you. But don’t start cryin’ later,” was all he said before easing his fingers into your pussy. There were two long fingers at first, delivering agonisingly slow strokes inside your cunt. He curls them once they’re buried to the knuckle, a lewd squelch emitting from you. It’s a noise that has your ears reddening in embarrassment, but he continues. 

“A-ahh, just like that…,” you manage to stammer out, until the pad of his thumb joins in. He massages your clit, cooing at how you melted against him as your shoulders hunched in on themselves. Toji’s free hand groped at one of your tits through your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt. One that was bunched up around your waist. Both of you were too distracted to take it off. 

“Atta girl. Taking these fingers like a champ,” he grunts, the speed of his fingers increasing inside of you. Despite the fact that your body was held back by the asshole behind you, you rolled your hips as best as you could so that you could fuck yourself on his digits. Each grind had your ass milking his cock through his sweats, the front dark from beads of precum soaking the soft material. Whilst the friction was beyond delicious, Toji didn’t falter. Not for a second. 

“Heh, look at you,” condescending words met with a harsh thrust of his fingers. “You start feeling good and forget who’s really in charge around here.”

The warning goes over your head, and your eyes widen when you can feel his free arm hook itself snugly around your throat. Toji fully intends to keep you in place with this headlock. 

“You wanna hump me like some bitch? Now do it,” he drawled lowly, slowly hunching over your back as his mouth drags over your jaw. Two fingers turn into three, relentless as they fucked the arousal out of you. “Slutty pussy droolin’ all over my lap.”

You’re gasping and moaning, all whilst being unable to move. The arm around your throat isn’t too tight, but he periodically flexes it just to remind you of your place. “Gonna cum, think I’m g-gonna cum, oh-”

“Nah, don’t think so,” and so he withdraws his fingers. He does so without warning. A full body shudder leaves you, frustration and the urge to cum becoming overwhelming. “Fuck, you feel that? Pussy didn’t want me to let go,” Toji muses out loud, the sounds of licking coming from behind you when he rolls his tongue around his wet digits. As filthy as ever. 

You want to berate him, tell him off for being disgusting. But his nose buries itself at the crook of your neck before gives your clit a little tug. 

“Toji, please!”

And who was he to deny you when you begged so sweetly?

First, he spread your lips open with his fingers in a scissor-like motion. Then, you felt your boyfriend stuffing you full once more, causing a mini-sob to leave your lips in sweet relief. He moaned deeply at the heat that enveloped his fingers again, curling his fingers in a hooked manner. 

“S-so close, I swear,” you were letting the tears flow freely now, breathing coming out unevenly as Toji took in your words with a feral sort of glee. At the prospect of your approaching orgasm, Toji doubled his efforts. In and out his fingers plunged, speeding up and slowing down at a pace he deemed fit for your pleasure. 

“Make a mess on me, doll. Know you can do it,” he urged feverishly, sounding as desperate as you felt. Drops of sweat beaded on his temple, drenching the neckline of his own compression shirt. The headlock Toji had you in tightened just a fraction as his palm wetly smacked against your pubic bone repeatedly, causing the dewy splatters of your orgasm to leave you at long last. Your stomach tensed, ache in your pussy growing unbearable until that coil snapped and you came with an embarrassingly loud squeal. Toji hushed you, fingers slipping out and focusing on prolonging your orgasm by massaging your clit once more. 

“Thaaaat’s it,” your boyfriend grinned wolfishly as you spasmed against him. But that wasn’t enough. Not for him. You hadn’t squirted yet, and he was dead set on testing your velocity. You shouldn’t have been surprised when Toji’s fingers began its filthy rhythm once more, all whilst his lips pecked at your temple. 

“You know what to say if you want me to stop.”

the ending is rushed eek sorry

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[honey-tongued-devil]

Got a request: Jinx x Piltover reader who comes to the undercity a lot to see some action and excitement with Jinx thinking they’re from there only to find out that they’re from topside.

[Arcane preference zaunites] with a s/o from Piltover (viktor, ekko, silco, vander, jinx, vi, sevika)

In less than a week, I’ve gained 500 followers and over 20 requests, so I’ll ask you right away to please be patient. English isn’t my first language, and I don’t think I’ll be able to post more than two or three headcanons a week (since I also draw). I’m sorry to keep you waiting, but I just ask for a little patience. In the meantime, if you’d like to support me, you can follow me HERE (bluesky) even though I haven’t started posting seriously yet, or you can leave a tip HERE. That said, enjoy!

Viktor:

- The most versatile on the subject. He’s the first one who is constantly around the people of Piltover, studying and having his room at the academy, which is even located in a wealthy area.

- Generally, he doesn’t pay much attention to someone’s origins, but as the relationship grows more serious, memories of his early academy years become more vivid.

- Viktor is a chill guy, until he’s no longer chill, (at least the original one).

- Most heated discussions are likely to revolve around politics or events in the city. But as long as you don’t call the people from the Undercity “beasts,” “creatures,” “monsters,” “beings,” or “animals,” his anger won’t be directed at you.

- At some point, he won’t remember anymore that you’re from “different neighborhoods,” and since he needs a hand carrying things to the academy, he’ll start asking you to accompany him to the Undercity when he needs to make purchases or pick up pre-ordered items.

- And although it might scare or intimidate you at first, it won’t take long for you to get used to it.

- Although sooner or later, you’ll learn to change your clothes before going down to Zaun.

Ekko:

- The first meeting with Ekko is straight out of a book: you get caught in a crossfire, and before you can even begin mentally writing your will, an arm grabs you around the torso and pulls you away at such a high speed that you feel like throwing up.

- He can’t take people directly to the hideout, but he can offer you assistance as soon as you’re somewhere safer.

- This is why, the second time he saves you, he can’t help but joke about how it almost seems like you put yourself in danger on purpose, and that you could ask him out in a less dramatic way.

- Of course, he’s just joking to break the tension, but when you actually propose it, even just as a way to repay him, it’s the beginning of the end.

- Between your outfit and the fact that, having run into you twice in a crossfire, you were in some pretty dangerous places, the last thing he expected was for you to ask him to meet up at the bridge and then show up dressed like a Piltie.

- Before his meeting with Cait and the one with Jayce, this would’ve been a breaking point; he wouldn’t have shown up and would’ve just gone back. But now, even if he’s not thrilled, he’ll at least come over to complain that you didn’t tell him you were from the upper city.

- He’s resigned to this fate, but he still remains a bit suspicious and on guard, not knowing your political stance, why you were down there, or how you see the people from his city.

- Even as you become closer, he’ll never stop teasing you about your background. You’re drinking, and you drop your cup? “What a strange way Pilties have of drinking.”

Vander:

- Going down to Zaun without stopping by the Last Drop is a waste, which is why you’re lucky enough to run into the Hound of the underground right away. Not only is he one of the most influential people, but also one with a lot of connections.

- At Vander’s suggestion, you stay at the counter, and he uses the opportunity to ask you a few questions, curious: for example, why is someone from Piltover down in Zaun alone at that hour? What do you study, if you study, or what do you do for work, if you work.

- Vander is extremely sociable, and since he handles negotiations, he doesn’t hold hostility toward upper-city residents, though it’s rare to see them in these parts.

- It’s not even about flirting; he just wants to keep chatting and make sure he won’t have you on his conscience. He asks you to wait until closing, checks in on the kids to make sure everything’s okay and says goodnight, then walks you to the bridge.

- The more regular your visits to Zaun become, the more the other regulars at the Last Drop start to recognize you and get used to you, making that place quite pleasant. And then there’s the deal with the bartender: if you offer him a good chat, he’ll treat you to a good pint of beer.

- The toughest part of getting close to Vander is learning that he’s a single father to four kids, and seeing the hostile and shocked reaction of the younger ones when they find out you’re not from their city.

- But hate is taught, and even if it takes some time, they slowly start to get used to you. Maybe they won’t jump into your arms, but if you decide to stay over, they’ll make room for you or bring you something to dry your face with, in strict silence.

Silco:

- This man, though he may not look like it, is the embodiment of patience.

- It’s his goons who bring you to his office, and the first time, all it takes is a quick glance for him to know you’re not a spy, a rival, a drug addict, or a threat.

- Silco kills, but generally not without reason. So, the first time you have a heart-pounding panic attack from being dragged there, you get off with a warning: if they catch you poking around his business again, it won’t go so well for you.

- But today, Janna’s on your side, and you’re safe.

- The issue is much simpler than it seems: if you live in the Undercity, you know which places to avoid and which gangs control which areas. But if you’re just a foolish Piltie who likes wandering outside your own city, the odds of ending up in one mess after another are high.

- That’s why, the second time they catch you near one of their shipments, his goons already have their weapons drawn.

- This time it’s not even Silco who spares you; instead, a firefight with the Firelights breaks out nearby, and you’re just lucky that bigger problems show up at the right moment.

- It happens repeatedly: either you run into his goons and instinctively wave like an idiot, or you end up in restricted areas, and one of them who’s taken a liking to you motions for you to leave, or you start frequenting the Last Drop and see them all more often.

- Gradually, this brings you more often—and with less dread—to the kingpin’s office, who, since even his daughter likes you, first makes sure to get you a map of the Lanes because “you’re obviously so clueless you must be from Piltover” to keep you from getting yourself killed.

- Then he realizes you’re pleasant enough to let you hang out in his office on weekends, when the noise downstairs is so loud that he couldn’t work anyway.

Jinx:

- You’re essentially the “dumb Piltie” stereotype that comes to mind when people in Zaun talk about those from the upper city.

- Deciding to venture into the alleys without any experience or knowledge of the area purely out of curiosity wasn’t your brightest idea, but at this point, it’s too late to turn back.

- That’s why, after hours spent looking for something interesting—colorful explosions that have been common recently near the docks, some chase scenes—you find nothing, give up, and throw yourself into a bar.

- If it were evening, you might hope for more than just a jukebox playing country music, four young guys playing pool in a corner, and a girl sitting at the bar who looks half-asleep while the bartender cleans glasses, but you still decide to sit down and order something local.

- Everyone’s eyes are on you, but the moment the girl with long blue braids lifts her head, the others snap back to what they were doing, and she looks at you, still drowsy and a bit confused.

- Meeting Jinx is the beginning of the end; she rambles on, is relaxed, and the moment she hears you wanted action, she jumps off her stool and drags you out before you can even sip your drink.

- She has no particular reason—it's just rare to find someone who wants to have fun, although you quickly realize that her idea of “fun” involves risking your neck.

- The first time ends like that; you don’t even exchange names. When it gets late, she vanishes, leaving you no choice but to return to the bar in the following weeks, where you meet her again and pick up on that fun “tour.”

- This “tour” brings you closer, even if you never talk about deeply personal things because there’s never time.

- It’s one night when you’re sitting together on a rooftop, watching the distant lights of Piltover, that she learns the hard truth: you’re from the other side of the river. This single piece of information seems to destroy everything you had built. Without a word, she runs off, and you don’t find her at the bar at the usual time anymore, but you don’t stop trying.

- The bartender probably tells her, or she sees you, who knows, because weeks later you meet again, and she almost looks sad to see you.

- She expected you to give up, not to keep coming back despite how difficult she’d made it, which is why when you pull her into a hug, she stiffens, taking a while to hug you back.

- The closer you get, the more she becomes like a ghost. You even find her at your place, but you never see her on the streets in Piltover. She rarely stays over, but you know it’s because of personal issues.

Vi:

- Vi isn’t for everyone: she’s for those with a “savior complex” or hotheads who can take a couple of punches to the face.

- The reason you’re in Zaun, dressed incognito, is because your colleagues told you there’s some interesting stuff in the underground city’s shops.

- What you didn’t expect was that the “interesting find” curled up behind an abandoned building would be a person.

- Nothing too serious, just a brawl gone wrong. She’d hidden to tend to her wounds in peace, probably in that vulnerable “cornered wolf showing its teeth” state.

- Cooperation isn’t her strong suit, and, not to rely on Undercity stereotypes, but you imagine it’s also rare for anyone to help strangers wounded on the street.

- She becomes more docile after you simply stand by, “covering her back”—basically just staying put and shielding her from view. 

- whenyou blurt out, “Forget gin; I need something stronger.” she starts to like you

- Once she recovers, she gestures for you to follow her, suddenly motivated by the urge to drink. Surprisingly, she takes you over the bridge to your own city, to a cozy pub that smells of wood.

- Drinking there becomes a habit; after a few drinks, you tell her you hate that the evening has to end, and she chuckles, flattered, before saying you can always do it again.

- And you do it again.

- You keep doing it until you end up kissing clumsily in the pub’s restroom, nearly knocking heads together, until she pins you to the wall and your brain signals a warning.

- You tell her you live nearby, suggesting you take things to your place, unknowingly revealing something you thought was obvious.

- She stares at you for a few confused seconds. “You didn’t tell me,” she says, but the truth is, Vi doesn’t hate upper-city people, so once the confusion passes, the alcohol and hormones work their magic, leaving that conversation as a problem for the next morning.

Sevika:

- Her only interactions with people from the upper city have been with Enforcers, but contrary to appearances, Sevika is a big, intimidating dog that’s actually quite tame.

- She doesn’t get her hands dirty unless necessary, so even though she has no fondness for Pilties, she’d never start a physical fight with one.

- You first see her in the Undercity, at the Last Drop, playing cards for a hefty sum of money against two shady types: one bald with a metal nose, and the other dressed like an out-of-place gentleman.

- It’s only when the game ends and she gets up to head to the bar that you clumsily manage to strike up a conversation, receiving nothing but a scrutinizing glance in return.

- She lets you buy her a drink despite the large sum she just pocketed, and when you compliment her on her play, she puffs up with pride and starts talking about how those two just cheated but still couldn’t win.

- For a moment—just a moment—she realizes she’s never seen you around here before, but then she goes back to talking and listening, fueled by the alcohol.

- Getting her out of your head becomes impossible, and if you catch her at the end of her shift, she’s even more relaxed. It doesn’t take many weeks before you find yourself with your knees over her shoulders in the Last Drop’s basement.

- Emotional or mental intimacy with Sevika comes at an incredibly slow pace, but she starts approaching you in the bar, and your “private encounters” become more and more frequent—until you try to make things more serious by inviting her up.

- Her reaction seems angry, but it’s more surprise; she hadn’t realized and didn’t expect it.

- She becomes a lot more guarded around you, until, in time, she learns to trust you again.

[plutotheplum]

Winter's Kiss

sylus x fem!reader

summary: luke and kieran rope you into spending christmas at the n109 zone (and kissing their boss).

cw: fluff, soft!sylus, kissing under the mistletoe, luke and kieran being idiots, found family

wc: 2.7k

a/n: merry christmas eve/christmas my lovelies!! some fluff for the holiday season! here's to hoping sylus turns up under our christmas trees :)

also on ao3!

Somehow, you’d ended up in the N109 Zone for Christmas.

It wasn’t like the barrage of texts from Luke and Kieran had weighed upon your decision, the rapid influx of messages from the twins demanding your presence for Christmas. That coupled with the image of Sylus alone on Christmas night hadn’t made your stomach churn and heart ache at all.

The year had been a tumultuous one. Wanderers, disturbing visions and wanted criminals had you on edge these past few months, so perhaps unwinding with said, now somewhat mellow, wanted criminals was warranted in some way. 

You heft the presents under your arms, moving your fingers to stabilize the wrapped goods when you feel one of them begin to slip. Shopping hadn’t been too difficult, although choosing a gift for Sylus had proved to be somewhat of a challenge. You weren’t sure whether to get him something heartfelt or to gift him a refurbished gun with new prototyped features that were advertised to the Hunter Association. 

The glittering streams of tinsel drags you out of your thoughts, a smile pulling at your lips as you imagine Luke, Kieran and Sylus decorating. You hear panicked, hushed whispers when you turn the corner, a laugh spilling out of you when you see the sight before you.

Luke perched atop Kieran’s shoulders, Kieran grumbling irritatedly when Luke flails and misses the tip of the Christmas tree, the golden star falling off only for Kieran to shift and have Luke catch it.

“It’s not that hard, you idiot,” Kieran grunts, his knees bending in an attempt to readjust to Luke’s weight.

“Then you try!” Luke protests.

“I thought you two were meant to be in tune,” you muse, stepping closer, over the strewn wrapping paper and bending down to add your presents to the growing collection under the Christmas tree. 

“We are,” they both say in unison, their eyes landing on you.

“You made it!” Luke says happily, squirming, “Boss will be glad.”

“ Really glad,” Keiran adds, his annoyance forgotten momentarily. “We’re glad too.”

You smile at them, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s nice to see you guys too. Maybe you should try holding the star at the tip, Luke?”

“That’s what I told him!” Kieran says, letting out an aggrieved sigh. 

Luke huffs indignantly, adjusting his position yet again as Keiran steps closer to the tree, giving Luke some more leverage. It’s another failed attempt and Kieran is rolling his eyes, dumping Luke onto his feet unceremoniously. 

“You do me now.”

“What about her?” Luke asks, pointing at you.

“You could ask Mephisto,” you offer, pointing at the mechanical crow that was currently preening his feathers. “What do you say, buddy?”

Mephisto gives an indignant squawk, his little head turning away arrogantly, tending to his feathers with care.

“Nevermind,” you sigh, before looking towards the twins. “Kieran is taller than me, though.”

“Just get on,” Luke whines as he bends his knees, waiting for you to climb up onto his shoulders.

You open your mouth to protest, but there’s a warm hand curling over your hip, pulling you back gently, flush against a firm chest. “Let’s not badger our guest, hm?”

Deep and velvety, you have no doubts as to who this voice belongs to. Your head tilts back to find Sylus smirking down at you, his expression amused.

“Glad you could join us, sweetie. The N109 Zone isn’t usually so… festive.”

“Yeah, well, apparently you were missing me, so I figured I’d drop in,” you tease, a sly smile spreading across your face.

Luke and Kieran snicker until Sylus’ stern expression silences them, his hand squeezing at your hip in warning.

“I never said that.”

“Must’ve been the wind,” you murmur.

“Right,” Sylus deadpans.

You squeak when the red mist wraps around you, lifting you off of the ground, the golden star being thrust into your hand by the same swirling mist. The trio of men beneath you seem amused as the tendrils sweep you higher, closer to the top of the tree, giving you enough height to place the star right where it needs to be.

Sylus’ Evol dissipates as it sets you down onto your feet, the mist sweeping across playfully and making your dress flutter. 

“That’s one way to do it,” Kieran remarks, slinging his arm over Luke’s shoulders before they shoot each other knowing glances and disappear from the living room.

“You came,” Sylus says once the twins have left, his arms crossing over his chest.

“I did,” you reply, peering up at him, your hands clasping behind your back, “too bad you never sent me a personal invitation.” Sylus smiles, and you can’t help but think he looks softer in this light, the ruthless leader of Onychinus replaced by a man who seems less intense and more accommodating than usual.

“I figured Luke and Kieran would’ve gotten through to you,” he muses, his head tilting as he lets his gaze dip over you.

You do the same, taking in his sweater and trousers, trying to quell the inconvenient yet undeniable pull of attraction you feel towards him. 

“Well, they did,” you sigh, managing to drag your gaze back up to meet his, “although I can’t say I appreciated how many texts they sent.”

“The twins tend to get excited,” Sylus replies, reaching out towards you, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

It’s hard to not notice how Sylus’ touch lingers for a moment, his expression looking a little absent-minded as though remembering something from the past. Your brows furrow, unable to decide between asking him or letting his touch linger further. His hand drops away after a few moments before he clears his throat. 

“I made dinner,” he announces.

You laugh, eyes lighting up at the thought of Sylus in the kitchen. You don’t quite believe him though, not when Sylus had enough money to hire at least a dozen personal chefs.

“You’re not serious,” you say, head tilting in amusement.

“I am,” Sylus smirks, his hand landing on your lower back as he guides you forward, towards the hallway, “Luke and Kieran pitched in.”

“Now I feel special,” you muse.

“I suppose you are,” Sylus replies, his expression sobering, “to all of us.”

You’re taken aback by the sincerity in his words, heart giving way to a flutter that you attempt to squash down by pinching yourself, not that it helps. This sense of belonging isn’t what you’d planned on, warmth blooming in your chest as you stare up at Sylus and remember the twins. It’s nice, really, to be valued like this. You can’t help but think you could get used to it. 

Laughter echoes through the hallway as you and Sylus move through it. You startle when Kieran shouts, his voice urgent. 

“Don’t move!”

“Oh, look at that ,” Luke sighs dramatically, feigning innocence as he peers upwards, directing his gaze above you and Sylus.

Bewilderment flashes across your face until you hear Sylus let out a low laugh. You tip your head back, eyes narrowing when you spy the sprig of mistletoe hanging right above where you’re standing. Mephisto adds in something that sounds like a suspiciously happy squawk, and you stare at the crow, realising you’ve been betrayed. 

“Funny,” you say drily, shaking your head. 

Kieran sighs just like Luke, as though he can’t quite believe the situation. The cunning expression in their eyes gives them away. 

Devious, little brats.

“Well, you can’t move now,” Luke says, sounding positively aggrieved. 

“I suppose you’ll just have to kiss, isn’t that right?” Kieran says, looking towards Luke. Luke nods, a self-satisfied smile settling on his face. “Those are the rules.”

“What rules?” you shoot back, glaring at the pair of twins, “there are no rules. I could quite literally just walk away.”

“Christmas tradition !” Luke and Kieran both argue, their faces looking a little crestfallen when they hear the tone of your voice, “you have to kiss!”

You can feel your heart twinge at the earnest tone present in their voices, your eyes flickering up to meet Sylus’. Strangely enough, he doesn’t seem to have any protests, his gaze boring down into yours expectantly. 

“You seriously have nothing to say?” you grouse, head tilting.

“It’s just a kiss, sweetie,” he replies, his arm wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him. “What’s the matter, hm? Afraid you’ll fall for me?”

“The thought is laughable,” you retort, trying to ignore the soothing squeeze of his hand against your side; the unrelenting warmth that was currently seeping into you and melting your hardened resolve.

“I suppose we’ll find out,” Sylus murmurs, his fingers gripping your chin to tilt your head. “We have time.”

“Move a little to the right!” Kieran calls out, waving his hand.

“What for?” you ask exasperatedly, feeling Sylus step closer, moving you with him.

“For- for the aesthetic !” Luke huffs out.

The twins look a little impatient as you stare at them, your brows furrowing further when you see Kieran whisper something to Luke.

Sylus doesn’t let you dwell longer on the twins’ antics, his calloused hand cupping your cheek to turn you towards him. 

“Merry Christmas, sweetie.”

Your eyes flutter shut as his lips slot over yours, your hand curling around his wrist. Sylus kisses you like he means it, lips soft yet insistent, his thumb smoothing over your cheek. You forget where you are momentarily, knees feeling weak as you fist his sweater pulling him closer, rising up on the tips of your toes to meet his kiss better.

Sylus tilts his head, deepening the kiss. Your stubborn resolve weakens pitifully and you can only think about how perfect this moment is, how good Sylus’ lips feel, how warm his embrace is-

There’s a blinding array of flashes, white sparking out from under your closed eyelids until your eyes snap open, head turning to the side to find both Luke and Kieran with cameras in hand.

“Oh, shit,” Luke begins.

“I thought the flash was off,” Kieran mutters, frowning.

You grit your teeth, taking one step towards them, your eyes narrowing. “Give that to me.”

Luke and Kieran hug their cameras to their chest protectively.

“Christmas memories,” Luke laughs nervously when he sees the determination in your eyes. “Wouldn’t- wouldn’t want to lose those.”

Kieran nods in agreement.

“Boss!” They cry out when the cameras get swept out of their hands by Sylus’ Evol, one of them landing in your hands.

You click through the images, heat blossoming in your stomach when you see how intimate the kiss looks, Sylus’ body pressed firmly against yours, his hand on your cheek. It’s romantic, your somewhat eager response, Sylus’ tight hold, all captured closely through the lens.

“‘s nice,” Sylus murmurs, his chest pressing up against your back as he peers down at the little camera screen.

“ No ,” you shake your head vehemently, “it’s not nice.”

“We look good,” he whispers, his voice dropping lower, lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

You try to ignore the way his hands feel on your hips, his body pressing a little closer into yours. It’s hard not to agree with him the longer you stare at the images though, you do look good, and Luke’s interjection about Christmas memories has you feeling a little forgiving. 

“Fine, keep them,” you sigh, handing the camera back to Luke whilst Sylus does the same to Kieran, “but don’t share them, please.”

Luke and Kieran nod enthusiastically and you snag onto Kieran’s arm before he can leave, your voice dropping to a low whisper.

“Send them to me,” you whisper, “and not a word to anyone.”

Kieran smiles deviously and you roll your eyes, reaching up to ruffle his hair. 

“You’re such a jerk, Kieran.”

“C’mon,” he whines, “you love us.”

You smile up at him, your arm hooking with his. “Maybe just a little.”

He snorts and you let out a laugh, following after Luke and Sylus who had left earlier, talking about something else. Dinner goes smoothly enough and you refuse to tell Luke and Kieran what their presents are, despite their whining.

You feed Mephisto little bites of your food, your finger petting his little feathery head gently every now and then. He preens at the attention, letting out an odd sounding chirp every now and then when you tap his little beak and offer him some more food.

Sylus is seated beside you and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to stop stealing glances at the side of his face. The longer you stare, the more you can feel yourself falling deeper, a pressing crisis unfolding in your mind. 

Fuck . You think you might like him.

Deep rooted feelings of yearning never lead to any good, and yet, you were too impatient not to act on them.You wait patiently, fingers playing with themselves in your lap, for the perfect opportunity. 

It presents itself when Luke and Kieran break out into an insignificant quarrel, their eyes moving elsewhere. Sylus is already looking towards you and you’re leaning forward, cupping the back of his head to bring him closer, lips meeting his in a slow, sweet kiss. 

“What was that for?” Sylus murmurs when you break away, his eyes roving over the flush settling on your cheeks.

“No reason,” you reply nonchalantly, leaning back in your chair.

Sylus scoffs out a laugh, behaving seemingly unaffected. There’s a light flush dusted across his cheeks however, his tongue darting out to taste the remnants of you on his lips.

“This is for no reason too,” he says, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer.

You sigh contentedly when he kisses you, arms wrapping around his neck, your lips working against his a little feverishly as though you can’t get enough.

A cacophony of protests breaks out from the twins when they see you and Sylus kissing at the table.

“Gross! Get a room!”

You roll your eyes, breaking away from Sylus to peer over at them. 

“You were the ones that made us kiss,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, we didn’t mean all the time,” Luke corrects.

“Deal with it,” Sylus interrupts, brushing a kiss to your cheek.

You hum happily, Sylus’ hand warm as it encases yours under the table. Luke pouts and Kieran mirrors him, both of them slumping back in their chairs.

You and Sylus get a little more privacy when you step outside, snow dusting across both of you, covering the shrubbery and trees. Mephisto swoops through the air, his mechanical wings flapping as he lands on a tree branch above. The icy chill of the wintery air isn’t so bad, not when Sylus is stepping up behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he holds you close to him.

“It was bound to happen,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek again as you stare up at the night sky, glittering with stars.

“You seem awfully sure of yourself,” you reply, squeezing his forearms.

“Let’s just say… I had an inkling. I know you, sweetie.”

“I don’t understand what you mean sometimes,” you sigh, peering up at him, head resting on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to,” he whispers, dropping a kiss to your temple.

You sway gently in his arms, pressing yourself closer, eyes slipping shut. You’d kill for more moments of peace like this.

It never seems to last for long.

The beginnings of torn wrapping paper begin to fill your ears and you peek through the glass window to find the twins tearing at their presents.

“Oh, these are sick !” Luke announces, beginning to twirl around the pair of knives you had gotten him.

“They have to wait!” you protest, reaching for the door, “Sylus, they have to wait!”

“Let them,” Sylus murmurs, dragging you back into his arms, his chest rumbling with laughter.

You can’t help but let out an exasperated noise, smiling up at him. Sylus lowers his head and you nudge your nose against his gently, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

“What?” he asks quietly when you trace the curve of his cheek, your fingers splaying across his skin.

You kiss him again, revelling in the softness of his eyes when you pull apart. There's a strange warmth in your chest, an unknown pull in the back of your mind as though something familiar were evading you.

You feel like you know him too.

“Merry Christmas, Sylus.”

[foolinafable]

family matters

Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader Synopsis: You and Five return after seven years away in a different timeline- but you don’t return alone Word Count: 1.8k Tags: Fluff, No Lila and Five, Pregnancy, Children, Season 4 fix it (kinda) Note: Got so much love on the last one I wrote this! Try to ignore spelling mistakes it's currently 3am.

Stuck with only your irritable CIA colleague Five Hargreeves was anything but a good time. You both got lost at the godforsaken subway station he mistakenly teleported you both to. Travelling for a year by his side certainly mellowed you out. His personality slowly making you feel comforted as you both explored multiple timelines together trying to find your way home.

Surprisingly, the idea he possessed powers was the easiest thing for you to come to terms with, probably due to your job at the CIA making it seem plausible to you that the government does hide a lot- they’re even hiding the whole science of separate timelines.  After around a year of trying and failing to find your way home, you and Five decided to ease off the vigorous schedule you unwittingly created, finding a timeline safe enough to stay in for a while allowing you both to rest and brainstorm ideas of how you could both find a way home to your families. 

You both made a mistake. Falling to know how long a while would be you find yourselves still in the timeline you chose as your ‘temporary’ home six years later. Finding each other a lot less frustrating than at the start of this. You suppose that’s an understatement as you watched Five play with your child, a girl who possessed brown hair and green eyes not too dissimilar to her father’s. It almost wasn’t fair how much her features favoured his. But, seeing his beauty reflected upon her features could never be something you would complain about. 

“Maybe if we get lucky the next one will resemble you more,” you remember his words from a few days earlier when you started to show a hand placed under your abdomen smiling as if this was the greatest gift he could ever receive. But you don’t think it would matter if this one ended up looking like their older sibling and their father. If anything you would prefer it- not that you would ever admit it.

Picking another fresh strawberry from the greenhouse of the abandoned home you now called your own. You placed it into the basket plans to make jam and jelly already filling your mind when you felt yourself begin to flush from the sweltering heat of the sun beating down upon the glass. Your skin heating up to a point of large discomfort, sweat beginning to gather at your temples. You sighed knowing that you couldn't continue to harvest anything else unless you wanted to face Five’s rath over you overheating again. 

“Mom!” Maxine ran towards you eagerly hands encircling your legs as she got close enough for a welcoming hug. She quickly looked up towards you big green eyes staring at you prettily 

“Hiya munchkin” You stroked the top of her hair as she smiled up at you with glee

“What doing?” the three-year-old questioned head titling as she waited for your response 

“Strawberries” was all you replied grabbing the basket to show her 

“Have one?” she asked pointing at the basket, batting her eyes to try to sway your decision. You simply plucked one out of the basket and gave it to her relishing in the delighted smile she sent your way before biting into the sweet fruit. You smiled at her before looking up to meet the other pair of green eyes that had made their way into the greenhouse. Five watched the interaction of his favourite girls softly only moving closer once you looked at him.

“Everything alright mumma?” he questioned noticing your flustered expression from the moment he and Maxine stepped foot in the conservatory

“A bit hot” you admitted with a shrug of your shoulders as he drew closer, trapping Maxine in between the two of you as the back of his hand touched your forehead he hummed in agreement with your words

“Let’s get you inside the house, don’t need you getting heatstroke” You forced down the urge to roll your eyes at his dramatics and simply nodded in agreement

“Some cold water and a sit down would be nice.”

He grabbed one of your hands and Maxine’s with the other leading you both back towards the house. After placing the basket of strawberries in the kitchen you quickly sat down on the couch feeling a slight ache in your feet while Five grabbed you a glass of water with more icecubes than you could even count, you smiled in thanks as he passed it to you while Maxine sat next to you, a small children book in hands that she was determined to read to you and her younger sibling as she wanted them to be just as smart as her. 

You could hear Five pattering around the house, tidying up before you could even think about it. Maxine had quickly given up on trying to read, getting bored after two pages and was instead sitting playing with some wooden blocks by your feet. You furrowed your eyebrows when you couldn’t hear Five moving around anymore a stark silence surrounding you now.

“Everything alright?” you shouted trying to figure out where he had gotten to, heart fluttering when there was no reply. Setting your glass down on the table in front of you as you rose from your rather comfortable spot on the couch, you walked into the other room where your lover was his body was stick straight, eyes not daring to leave the notebook in his hand. “What?” you questioned softly walking towards him, eyeing the words on the book as you got close enough.

“This” he began astounded “Is our way home, it’s written by me but I didn’t write this. Another me did.” you simply nodded before smiling  

“Looks like we’re going home.”

── ✧

You and Five found yourselves outside of what he assured you was his brother Diego’s house. Maxine who was resting her head on his shoulder, legs wrapped around his middle looked astounded by the snow while nerves filled you- the last time you saw any of his family was when you were put on the case that got you lost in the timelines to begin with and even then you barely saw his brothers and sister-in-law as they were quickly taken to hq for a show round to get them out of the way. You didn’t even want to think how you would explain this to them let alone to your own family but you guess this is the easier of the two as they all had powers and also been to multiple different timelines. Five set Maxine down next to you as he rapped on the door you quickly grabbed her hand before she could run off into the snow when the door opened 

“You back!” the man, Diego you assumed, smiled as he looked at Five 

“I am” he stared at his brother almost in shock that he had seen him for the first time for him in seven years

“Good” the man confirmed “We were all starting to get worried.” his eyes then turned towards you and the brunette-haired little girl who was trying to hide behind you “And you are?” he questioned and you quickly gave him your name his eyes sparking in recognition for some reason as he crouched to the ground to greet your daughter “And who is this little princess?” he asked quietly as Maxine started at him 

“This is Maxine” is all you said feeling Five’s eyes on you knowing he wanted to wait until you got inside to drop the bomb you could see Diego begin to connect the dots as he introduced himself to you but he was clearly confused because he would know if Five had a child in the last three years in this timeline at least.

“I will explain everything once we get inside- can’t let the missus get cold” is all he said to Diego as the man allowed you into his home. 

He quickly led you to the living room where to sat on the sofa, Maxine being picked up by Five and placed on his lap when she tried to climb onto yours, you turned towards him to complain but quickly stopped when you met his glower instead choosing to put a comforting hand on your tummy a habit you kept from your first pregnancy. Diego called for his wife Lila to come to sit with him when the door opened revealing more of Five’s family he whispered their names to you as they walked in all choosing to sit down when Diego told them that Five was going to explain where he’s been and why his colleague, a word you hadn’t been referred to as in a long time, was here. With most of his family here excluding Ben and Viktor, he cleared his throat to get their attention

“As you all know the marigold has made our powers a little different to what we are used to” They all made sounds of agreement “My blinking takes only to a tube station where each stop is a new timeline and we” gesturing to you “got stuck, unable to find our way back until now. We were away for seven years but for you has only been a few hours” he took their silence as a sign to continue “This is my wife” he spoke your name “And our daughter Maxine.” you sat in silence for a moment.

“Wait! This is the colleague he was always telling us about?” Luther asked excitedly you turned to the larger man confused when Klaus and Allison quickly agreed with him

“I thought he was joking when he said there was a cute girl who he worked cases with” Claire, Alison’s daughter, announced making her mother and uncles laugh

“I can’t believe you have a child” Lila spoke eyes wide

“Well he is going to have another one in a couple of months,” you told the already shocked woman who quickly smiled at the revelation while the others called out congratulations to their brother 

“How far along are you?” Allison asked as she came up to you silently questioning if she could touch the small bump you simply nodded “We think around thirteen weeks” looking to Five who simply nodded

“She only started showing a few days ago”

“I can’t believe it” Luther called out while pulling funny faces making Maxine laugh as she got a little less shy around her family.

You smiled as you watched Maxine get up and walk towards Lilas’ children playing with them as Five’s hand found its way to yours stroking your knuckles. You never thought you could ever get home let alone come back home happier than you had left it. You suppose a thanks was due to your rather irritable husband and his wacky powers.

[zolass]

In The King's Embrace Top Male King Oc x Bttm Servant Male Reader

First of all woah- what the fuck. I don't know who or what possessed me to write this in the beginning- but I need more of it because it fueled me to write my longest piece yet. ngl kinda had in mind to make it a foursome but kinda backed out of it, maybe if I do part two MDNI, what you consume is not my problem in the end tho. content/warnings: does it count as cheating?, smut, p in v at the start, submissive reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, anal, first time anal, vanilla, fluff at the end, reader gay or bi awakening idk maybe just a hoe I hope I got all contents and possible warnings down, if not I'm sry. 3.6k words

Pathetic whimpers of pleasure came from your throat, while your teeth were harshly digging into your bottom lip. Your hips rutted mindlessly, as the tight heat clenched around your cock, soft sultry moans spilled from the woman’s lips. Not any woman though, she was the queen, the same woman married to the man you served. 

Sprawled beneath you on the same bed she shared with her husband, her legs were wrapped tightly around your hips, keeping you close as you fucked mindlessly into her pussy that was already filled with your load from previous rounds. Unshed tears were in your eyes, not only from the overstimulation you had to endure, but also because you feared for your life.

“Come on– fuck give me your b-bastard child– ahh,” her words made your stomach churn, one hand moved up to knead her soft bosom, while the other went down to rub on her puffy clit. You felt how another orgasm built up in your groin, picking up the speed of your thrust and the rubbing on the queen’s clit. Just as you were about to bust another load in her wet pussy, the doors to the large bed chamber were pushed open and in came the king, his brother and a guard. 

Shocked by the sudden intrusion, by the exact person you didn’t want to get caught by, made your hips come to a shuddering stop. Yet the queen seemed thrilled by the sudden interruption by her husband, as her cunt clenched tightly around your sensitive cock, pushing you over the edge. A pathetic moan rippled from your throat in shame and pleasure, your eyes closed in bliss and fear before your body slumped. 

Your shoulders shaking and your legs twitching, you didn’t dare to open your eyes, not even when the queen spoke up, “You always have to ruin my fun do you, Raymond?” Her voice was challenging, as if she didn’t care that she cheated on her husband with a common servant.

A scoff left the king, “A bastard daughter, sleeping with a mere servant– I would’ve said I was surprised, but I’m certainly not,” you slowly opened your eyes, only to see the flushed furious face of the queen. You wanted to sink into the floor and disappear, not only were you caught and probably getting one of the worst punishments. Gulping you were frozen in place, until a pair of footsteps stalking closer to the bed, until a hand fisted your hair and pulled your head back, far enough to come face to face with the king. 

Raymond was by far an old king, he inherited the throne in his late teen years, now he’s in his late twenties as far as you remember. Swallowing you looked up at the man with wet eyes, a scoff left the king, as he pulled more on your hair, enlightening a breathy moan from you, “Pathetic, aren’t you,” it wasn’t a question, he spoke it as a fact. 

You watched as he licked over his lips, a fleeting glint formed in his eyes, but as quick as it was there, as quick it was gone. Raymond’s green eyes wandered over the state not only you were in but also the queen, pussy stuffed not only with your cock but also cum oozing out at the sides dirtying the sheets. 

Suddenly you were completely pulled off of the queen by your hair, it was rather rough, but in a pleasant way which made a small amount of cum spurt out of your slit, accompanied by a whimper. “I’ll be taking your.. plaything with me, goodnight Alesia,” Raymond said in a husky and mocking voice, before without even sparing a glance at the woman, dragging your naked form out of the bedchamber with the audience, the king's brother and the guard, who watched all of it unfold in silence before them, following behind.

Your nerves went through the roof, as you were dragged through the moonlit hallways. First you thought you would’ve been escorted to the dungeons as soon as you left the chamber, yet you were simply led to another wing of the castle.

As Raymond stopped in front of a large closed door, you had to stop yourself before you bumped into the king’s back. With a single push the doors opened, giving you the time to look inside another bedchamber. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, before you were simply pulled inside by Raymond.

In the middle of the room, the king came to a halt, turning to you. “Well now that we’re far away, I can say that for the first time, this– woman had at least a good looking plaything,” the king mused, as one of his large hands grabbed onto your chin, making you look up at the green eyes that were darkened by the lust swirling inside. “Now that you seem to have experience in warming the bed of a royal– it’s time you show me exactly what you can do,” Raymond said, as he let go of your chin and stalked around you slowly, his eyes trailing up and down your body. Like a predator observing its prey, which in this case was you, while the king seemed to be the predator ready to pounce and devour you.

Your head turned to the side, only realizing then that you were alone with the king, as said man pressed himself against your back. A gasp stuck in your throat by the sudden closeness, while your eyes took in the large bed which was standing only a few feet away from you.

A gentle push from behind you, made you swallow hard, as you slowly walked over to the bed, a look over your shoulder– a look into the lust filled eyes, had your legs trembling, biting your lip you tried to calm down your racing heart. “Who–?” your voice was barely audible, yet the question made a smirk tug at Raymond’s lips, “Who’s fucking who?” he finished the question that lingered in your mind, half spoken. Slowly you nod, enlightening a chuckle from the king as he stepped closer.

“Well even though I think it doesn’t have anything to do with it, but your pathetic look while you fucked Alesia, definitely made me want to have you come undone on my cock, even though your performance in fucking her seemed rather.. strong,”  Raymond spoke, his large hand placed on your lower back, rubbing circles with his thumb over your soft skin.

You gulped, as your body moved on its own, slowly bending over the bed. “Get on the bed and turn to me, we’ll have enough time and.. opportunities to test other places, but right now I want to see your face when I take you,” Raymond spoke, quickly following his order, you moved onto the bed soon finding you in the same position as the queen before, missionary. 

Movement caught your eye, and you saw first hand how the king slipped off his robes in a smooth motion, yet his hungry eyes simply laid on you, the intensity made your cock twitch. As soon as the robes were discarded on the ground Raymond came closer to the bed, before stopping in front of you. With his fingertips he brushed over your exposed thighs making them quiver in response.

It was slow and agonizing, not pushy and fast like you were used to by the queen. Raymond played it slow, taking in the way you reacted to the little touches, how your cock twitched. He pushed your thighs open, taking place between them as his fingers moved further up, until it wasn’t just his fingertips touching, but his entire hands, large warm hands that ran over your bare skin. 

From your thighs to your stomach, up to your chest and back down to finally settle on your hips. “Pretty..” the word surprised you, but his next word caught you off guard, “Did you ever have a man as a bed partner?” Raymond’s focus laid on you, as he waited for an answer. 

You slowly shook your head, no. Biting your lip nervously as a smirk formed on the taller man’s lips, “Then I’ll make sure it’s the best sex you ever had,” shivers ran down your spine, while one of Raymond’s hands moved down, past your cock to your untouched entrance, which soon won't be untouched anymore.

A gentle, almost ticklish feeling suddenly came from your hole. Your eyes widened as you watched how Raymond lubed his fingers with spit, yet as he lowered his hand back to your hole, you grabbed onto his arm, your short nails slightly digging into his arm, your nervousness palatable. “What–” the rest of your words are unspoken, yet clear. 

The king rubbed his thumb from the hand holding your hip, over your skin in a soothing manner, “Don’t worry, it’s so it won’t hurt or damage you when I push in,” Raymond said. You slowly nodded with more understanding of his actions, yet your hand still held onto him, as he lowered his fingers to your entrance. A sharp inhale from your side, as he pushed past the rim. You felt yourself clenching around the digit, the intrusion feeling alien to you. 

“Relax as best as you can,” it sounded easier than it was, which the other noticed as he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. Successfully distracting you with the most unexpected thing to happen, a kiss. The king kissing a mere servant, you would hang if a word came out. Even though it was letting the alarm ring in your head, it felt so good. Your eyes closed as you leaned in, letting the other guide you.

Small whines left you, as Raymond pushed his finger in further, testing the waters until another digit intruded, your arm was around the king's shoulder, holding onto him, while your other let loose from the grip around the man’s arm. Raymond worked your hole, adding a third finger as he prodded against the mushy walls. The little sounds that spilled from your lips were like a reward, stirring him on.

The pleasure you received was not really helping with the overstimulation you experienced not too long ago, your already hard cock twitched and leaked precum accompanied by breathy moans and tears at the corner of your eyes. As Raymond’s finger pushed knuckle deep inside, prodding against your inner walls as if searching for something, until he pressed into a spot that had your back arching in pleasure and a louder moan slipping from your lips. 

You obviously didn’t notice the way Raymond stared at you, fascinated and aroused. He pushed you over the edge by the small bundle of nerves, Raymond gulped at the things swarming his mind, all of them had you included just bend in different positions. The thought alone had his already hard cock leaking and twitching, but he knew he had to be patient as this was your first time.

A gentle caress on your spread and twitching thighs had you looking at the man, your attention was brought to the erect cock of the king, making you clench around Raymond’s fingers while you licked over your lip nervously. Your head was shrouded in the pleasured aftermath of your last orgasm, but also curiosity lingered inside of you, the curiosity to explore more than you usually had.

You pushed yourself up, holding your torso up while you leaned on your elbows, “What about you, your highness?” your hand pointed to the throbbing cock of said man, who glanced at his own arousal before focusing back on you, “Thoughtful of you, but I can guarantee that we have enough time ahead of us, that you can help me out another time,” his words were spoken in a pleased and teasing way. 

He pulled his digits out of you, you watched as he slowly licked his fingers while keeping eye contact with you. As his pinky left his lips, Raymond walked over to a dresser, yet the word he uttered was making you flush, “Delicious.”

When Raymond walked back over to the bed, he held a bottle with almost completely translucent liquid inside, oil that worked as a lubricant. A shuddering breath left you as Raymond stopped in his original place, his eyebrows slightly raised, “I assume you already know what this is, the question simply is– are you willing to go further?” there was a moment of silence, before you nodded followed by an audible “Yes,” and you meant it. 

The bottle was popped open, and your focus laid on the man in front of you, the way he used the oil on his entire length, before smearing some on and slightly in your hole, before the bottle was closed and disregarded. Raymond slowly kneeled between your legs, lifting them up to wrap around his hips, “Hold onto me if necessary,” were his last words as he gave his cock a few pumps, before he aligned  the cock head at your entrance. Without any more teasing, he pushed in his bulbous tip stretching you further, a slightly pained yet aroused moan left you while a grunt came from Raymond.

His figure leaned over your smaller form, as he held onto your waist with one hand and held himself over your with the other, slowly as he pushed his hips closer to you, whiny moans left your throat and deep grunts and groans left Raymond as his cock went deeper into your tight heat, “Fuck, you’re tight”

In this moment he didn’t want to do anything more than just bottom out inside of you with a swift thrust, but he did enjoy the way your hole clenched repeatedly around his cock, while your face was contoured into one of utmost pleasure and overstimulation, how your blunt nails digged into his shoulders. And when he finally buried his length inside of you, brushing against the same spot that had you seeing stars just a few minutes ago.

Raymond licked his lips, trying to stay focused as your hole clenched tightly around him, and your thighs shaking around his waist. He watched as a small spurt of watery cum came from your tip, dirtying your stomach. You let out barely audible mutters from your mouth, expression already showing how fucked out of pleasure you were, when the two of you barely even start.

The cock that was sheathed snug in your hole, made you feel full, something you never experienced before during sex. It felt so right, hell even perfect. Your eyes found the green ones of Raymond, a small smirk tugged on the other’s lips, “You’re taking it pretty well– you think you can take more?” you only nodded, unable to form words. You only felt how Raymond pulled back, your arms dropping from his warm shoulders, while now both hands held onto your waist.

You felt how his cock pulled almost completely out, only his tip stayed inside before he thrusted his entire length back inside, making your back arch and a loud moan erupting from your throat, as Raymond set a rough pace, groans and grunts leaving him, as he pounded you into the large warm bed. His grip on your thighs was harsh, his nails leaving small crescent marks on your plush skin. 

The sound of skin hitting skin and wet squelching accompanied by grunts and shameless loud moans reverberated around the bedchamber. Never did you feel so good during sex, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching off of the bed and your legs even more of a shaking mess. Drool ran down at the side of your mouth, as you moaned and babbled, “More– fucking– give me more.” Raymond watched hungrily and in delight as you became even more of a mess beneath him, and because of him, so of course he wouldn’t deny your request of giving you more. 

You didn’t know when it happened, maybe after the dry orgasm rippled out of you was were you faded out of consciousness for a few seconds, before hearing the deep voice of Raymond, “Fuck–” a hand was placed on your cheek and as your eyes cleared, you saw the concerned face of the king hovering over you. “Are you alright?” His concern was palatable, stirring warmth in your stomach. A smile hardly formed on your lips, it looked a bit more goofy in Raymond’s eyes yet he was simply glad you seemed to be okay, which you confirmed with a small nod.

“All good,” you mumbled, while pressing the warm palm more against your cheek, your eyes closed as even just for a few hours you wanted to rest in peace even if it was beside the king. 

Raymond witnessed how you fell in a peaceful slumber, after the energy was drained out of you. He didn’t let you sleep in all the dirty sheets and not to talk about your body and the cum flowing out of your hole, as he pushed some strands from your forehead, he bit his lip uncertain on his next move, the lingering desire to follow what felt right. An internal battle was fought, but in the end he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, before he pulled away and started a bath to start your aftercare. He couldn’t help the lingering touches, not even in the freshly cleaned bed, in which the two of you laid. 

Pulling your sleeping form closer, until your back was pressed against his chest. A kiss to your nape, before the king also fell asleep with you in his embrace. Which gave you a surprising shock the next morning, after you groggily woke up, only to find yourself not in your sleeping quarters, but also in the embrace of another.

As the events of the last night came crashing down on you, you couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks, it was the best feeling you ever had during sex even if it was rather short lived. Your legs felt numb and your lower half had a small sting as you moved, yet you turned around to look at the sleeping face of Raymond. 

You didn’t know what to do, but any decision you could’ve made was taken from you as the man stirred, before he opened his eyes to look at you. There was a short moment of silence, as you didn’t know what to say, before you mumbled a quick “Good morning,” which he returned. But when you thought he would push you away, the opposite happened instead, he pulled you closer. 

“How about– you become more than a servant?” Raymond asked you, making you frown, “Like.. a bed warmer?” you asked confused which enlightened an amused scoff from the king, “No– more than that,” he whispered.

This was the moment your relationship with the king started, days, weeks even months passed since that day. You found yourself a lot more in the presence of the other man, in his embrace. Until one day servants rushed around nervously, like they were walking on thin ice. You were confused until the shrill screams of none other than Alesia reverberated through the castle hallways. 

You stood by a window on the first floor, as you watched how the former queen was kicked out of the castle. You heard from Raymond that the divorce papers were already signed a long while ago, yet they kept the facade of a marriage to not cause any uproar in the kingdom. A warm presence accompanied you by the window, as you glanced over you saw that it was Raymond, who placed a hand on your lower back, simply watching how his ex-wife made a scene with guards and servants around, with a certain cold dismissiveness as he watched everything unfold. 

The furious eyes of Alesia wandered until they found not only you, but also Raymond by your side. She only glared, before swiftly turning around and entering the carriage, a few feet behind her, a servant you’ve seen a few times around while you worked, entering the carriage after her and closing the door. Your eyebrows furrowed at what happened, your focus quickly on the man beside you, “Why are you sending one of your servants off with her?” you were curious, as you glanced at the carriage that was pulled away from the entrance.

“Well you weren’t the first and definitely not the last man to warm her bed, so why not send her most recent plaything off with her,” Raymond said casually, as his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. “Why didn’t you send her off with one of the others or me..?” you were obviously confused as you were not better than the servant. 

A soft melodic chuckle left Raymond, his hand gently rubbing your waist, “You’re not just any plaything– not even a plaything anymore. You’re mine and I had my eyes on you first,” were Raymond’s words as he looked at you with a warmth in his eyes, which made your cheeks flush. As the other started to walk, you quickly fell into his steps, as you walked down the corridor, “So.. about what you said–” you stopped yourself as you looked up at him, Raymond only shook his head lightly while he smiled, “I’ll explain it to you– maybe during breakfast together?”

You nodded a smile tugging at your own lips, “You better,” you threatened lightheartedly, making Raymond place a kiss on the top of your head.

[just-a-space-duck]

So About That Armor…

I regret to inform myself that I like it.

If you haven't seen it:

I'll give you time to take it in. This is a static, (hopefully) eternal text post, so take your time.

Ok so before I go further, you are allowed to have any and all opinions about the armor. Do not listen to me; I am a stranger on the internet who attaches himself to fictional murder cyborgs and treats them like kitty cats.

So first of all, it's weird. And I like it for that. Even if I found it to be the most infuriating piece of costume design ever, I still wouldn't be able to help but respect it for how strange it is.

When it comes to fanworks, adaptations, new installments in a franchise, or even just different takes on the same trope, I love it when creators take things in an unconventional or even seemingly unrelated direction that upon closer inspection still relates to the base or original concept. To get what I mean, think goth interpretations of Rarity or Cosmopoliturtle's Pokémon redesigns. The TV series armor sits alongside these for me, because this was the thought process of the designer, Tommy Arnold:

First of all, it is so funny that The Company would just brand their armor and by extension their secunits, their combat/security products, like Louis Vuitton bags. Also, the logo of The Company strikes a nice balance between being simple enough to be easily reproducible and recognizable, but complex enough to read as a logo and not just a simple shape or pattern. Plus, The Company logo being mostly just concentric Cs, clever there.

But there's also some worldbuilding and character expression in this design.

The Corporation Rim is just capitalism but more. A company slathering everything and everyone they create and own in mountains of logos, even when it's potentially impractical, showcases just how extensive corporatism is in this setting. Additionally, this design could be something of a status marker. Secunits are high end additions and/or alternatives to other security measures. Much like how logos on purses, tennis shoes, and cars serve to tell observers, "I have the fancy, expensive version of [insert category of thing here] ergo I am a very wealthy/powerful/cool person", a secunit covered in corporate logos communicates the high status and access of the client(s).

Now what was one of the first things we learned about Murderbot in the books? It disabled its governor module, the thing preventing it from defying orders and having any level of freedom, but instead of doing what it could to leave The Company, Murderbot just stayed with it and kept doing its intended function. For over four years. What else do we learn in the first book? That it feels most comfortable in the armor because this prevents humans from seeing its face, from treating it more like a person or human rather than a tool or bot. This makes the armor being composed of the logo of the group that both created and hurt Murderbot very symbolic.

Murderbot has internalized the message that it is a dangerous weapon and not a person deserving of care to the point that, at least at the beginning of the series, it shies away from anything that insists that it deserves the same kindness that humans do. It's only ever been taught what the company built it to do, so it doesn't know what to do next once it's obtained some semblance of freedom for itself by disabling its mental shock collar and so keeps doing what it's always done, even though it very much would rather not be in such a situation. Even by the most recent book, System Collapse, Murderbot is still wrestling with the idea that it matters beyond how it can assist others. Murderbot finding comfort hiding behind the very thing that will not let you forget the company that enslaves it, is just juicy theming.

Also, the helmet looking so weird works well with how many humans don't know what secunits look like, with some not even thinking they have human-like faces. If you had no context for this image, you might very well assume this is a fully robot character or even a statue.

I have my own gripes and worries and hopes concerning the upcoming show, but I just couldn’t get this fun bit of character design analysis out of my head. Shouldn’t have watched so much TB Skyen.