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Lesson Learnt - Hange Zoë
Hange can't stand it when reader is a brat so has no choice but to fuck them to their senses c;
MINORS DNI !!
Hange, they're so sweet bless them. They'd do anything to please you and make you happy. Even with how difficult you can be sometimes, they do their best to meet your standards and to satisfy you no matter what.
"Is that what I asked for?" Hange's expression is blank, trying to process what they've done wrong. "Ahh my bad I'll just return it, I still have the receipt, my apologies dear." Hange reaches forward to collect the wrong item they had purchased off the table. This was the second time they'd done this, Hange can't seem to remember the difference between loose makeup powder and pressed powder. You sigh in annoyance, trying your best to not let it show in your speech but failing . "It's fine, I'll just manage with it." You say bluntly. You didn't mean to, it's just that today you were going to dinner with your coworkers. This would be the first time that they'd meet Hange and you wanted things to go perfectly, hence why your stress levels were higher than usual.
You were finishing up your makeup when you asked Hange to help pick out and iron your favourite red dress. "The one that I always wear for special occasions." You described to Hange. Hange started scrambling through your closet, trying to locate the dress you were referring to. They came across two red dresses, both that you usually wear to evening events. You were already quite annoyed at the fact that you were running slightly late and poor Hange didn't want to ask further questions about which dress it was between the two. So they betted on their luck and went with the first option.Â
Unfortunately for Hange, it was the other dress that you wanted to wear. You entered the bedroom only to find your short red dress layed out on the bed. You felt as your suppressed temper started to rise to your throat, spreading out to your temples. "Hange!" They quickly came running from downstairs to your bedroom. "What's wrong dear?" You scoffed and looked around in disbelief, eyes searching for an audience who'd understand you. "What's wrong? What's wrong?!" "I told you to pick out the dress I always wear, this is a formal night with my co-workers why the fuck would you pick this skimpy shit out for me?!" A stoic expression takes over Hange's usual sheepish face, you could swear the reflection in their eye had dimmed ever so slightly. They swallow thickly and let out a sigh, picking up the dress from the bed and hanging it back in the closet. They pick out the second dress and turn on the iron and begin ironing it, all without exchanging a word.Â
You were too riled up to even notice Hange's character and continue muttering to yourself in annoyance. "And now we're going to be late, have you even ironed your blazer Hange?" "Yes y/n I have." "And your pants?" "Yes y/n I have." You look over your shoulder at them, still ironing your clothes. It was a little unusual for them to refer to you by just your first name alone but you didn't question it as you were too busy trying to pick out which bag to take.
It was now quarter to 6. You had fifteen minutes left to get there. It's a fifteen minute drive and you had both still not left yet. You couldn't find the car keys and you could've sworn Hange last had them. "How many fucking times Hange oh my God you just love misplacing everything!" Hange remained quite, looking around the living room and checking behind the sofa to see if it had fallen behind it. It's not like you to have a go at Hange, but you've been so stressed out over this dinner that you've accidentally taken some of it out on them. Eventually you found it, it was in Hange's coat pocket, the one they wore out when they went to buy your powder. You didn't even berate them for it, you just rolled your eyes muttering a unnecessary "how surprising" at them.
You managed to arrive only 5 minutes late to the venue. You'd usually wait for Hange to get out from the driver's side and come open the door for you but you let your snarkiness get the best of you, opening your own door yourself and rushing into the venue without them. Not your smartest move and one you'd regret later on.
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Dinner went fine, you received compliments on your dress and everyone was really friendly and kind to Hange. You did notice that they were a little quieter than their usual extroverted self, you didn't bat an eye to it though. Whilst eating, you placed your hand on Hange's lap, as you usually do for comfort. You were met with shock as you felt Hange gently brushing off your embrace with their hand. They didn't even turn to face you whilst doing so, leaving you staring at their side profile, scanning their face for any sort of answer. Throughout the night, Hange wouldn't let you touch them even in the slightest ways; ways that you usually do when you're feeling anxious or awkward. You tried to keep your cool and not make a scene in front of everyone, pretending like you didn't notice when Hange would move their leg away any time your knees would touch, or when Hange would slightly shift over when they felt you were too close.
The night was drawing to an end and you and your co-workers said your goodbyes and parted ways. Hange made their way out of the venue leaving you behind and entering the car without helping you get in. The car ride back was silent. Only the clicking of the indicator and gentle rumbling of the engine filling in the silence. The silence did allow you to reflect on how you were speaking to Hange before you left. It's only now that the severity of your actions had started to hit you. You felt like an idiot for not noticing Hange's stoic behaviour, even when she was calling you by your first name. You just thought you'd be able to talk it out when you got home.
Hange pulled up into the drive way and parked; getting out the car without bothering to open your side of the door for you. It was a simple gesture, one that most people would overlook, but Hange always insisted on opening your side of the door. You were their princess after all as they would say so. You climbed out the door, trying not to stumble in your heels and made your way in after them.
Before you could even shut the door, Hange had already cornered you by the door frame, leaving just an inch of space between you both. You could feel their warm breath on your cheeks, melting the stiffness on your face from the cold December weather outside. You'd be a liar if you said you weren't a little scared right now. "Hange I-"
"Shut the fuck up." Their tone was laced with anger yet they delivered it so calmly. You were terrified, hell, you could feel your knees bucking down against the door in a desperate attempt to further the distance between you and them.
They used their right knee to forecfully push your knees back up straight, closing the distance, grabbing your chin with their left hand. "I swear to you y/n you fucking piss me off sometimes, I swear to God you do." You felt sqeemish under their overwhelming presence, any confidence you had earlier on had completely vanished. Hange's knee was moving dangerously close to your core. You closed your eyes to protect yourself from their gaze.Â
A barely audible "I'm sorry" was all you could let out under them. "You're such a little fucking brat y/n, what did I do huh? All because I didn't get your powder is that it? Or was it the keys, was it all over that? You think you can talk to me however you want? I can't stand it y/n you know I can't." Hange never raises their voice at you, they weren't even being loud. But something about their tone was scaring you, you had never seen them like this. "I'll make it up to you I promise, I'm swear I'm sorry." That was all you could make out in a desperate attempt to be let off the hook this one time. "Oh you will be, don't you worry about that." Hange said before they removed theirself from you, ordering you upstairs.
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"Strip"
You didn't even protest. You slowly began taking off your jewellery, placing it on the vanity. They were starting so intently that their eyes alone could undress you. You couldn't reach the zip at the back of your dress. You turned your back towards Hange and they quickly caught on. They began tracing your body with their calloused fingertips, all the way up from the curve of your hips to the tops of your shoulder blades, then to the centre, slowly ziping down your dress, knuckles brushing down your backside as a guide for their movements. Synchronised, their hands peel of the straps on each side of your shoulders, allowing you to pull the dress down to your ankles, leaving you in just your undergarments.Â
You could feel your embarrassment rising from your feet to your face; this was just one of many times where you have been exposed to Hange but never like this. You felt like you were being preyed on. "What the fuck are you waiting for, take the rest off." Hange commanded. There was no protest on your end. You turned to face them again, unclipping your bra slowly, removing it and placing it on the floor. Your underwear followed swiftly. You couldn't tell if it was the size of Hange's pupils that made their eyes appear so dark or if it was the thick lust clouding their once brown pupils. Your nippes hardened at the cool breeze of the room, goosebumps forming from the cold or from Hange's stare sending chills down your spine.
"On the bed."
You positioned yourself towards the centre of your bed, staring intensely at the ceiling. You could hear Hange unbuttoning their shirt and removing their pants. They still had their vest and boxers on. "Are you gonna behave for me?" Your anxiety rolled up and lodged like a ball in your throat. You swallowed it down thickly almost causing you to choke on your words. "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Hange."
"Good girl."
"I don't like doing this baby you know that, but I don't like it when you behave like that." Hange spoke with discipline yet with care. "I know Hange, I'm sorry." You let out, accepting your fate. "I know you are baby, I know." Hange leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, almost like she was accepting your apology and apologising at the same time for what was about to come.Â
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The teasing. It went on for what felt like hours.
Hange was positioned on top of you, their legs on each side of your hips, both arms placed on either side of your head to support their weight. They'd leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your stomach; nibbling gently at your collar bones, marking you. They kissed you, tounge entering your mouth, dancing it's own rhythm, you struggling to match their energy back. There was no fight for dominance here, Hange had taken it all from you. Their hand would carefully trace from your neck, down to your chest and up to your right breast, their palm slowly caressing the soft flesh whilst catching your areola between their index and ring finger, rolling the sensitive nub gently.Â
A series of whimpers and soft moans were released into Hange's mouth, still connected with your own. You almost forgot this was supposed to be a punishment. They disconnect from your lips for a moment, bringing their hand from your nipple to your mouth, now using their index finger to hush your lips gently "Shh, baby I don't wanna hear it. I've heard enough of you today." You whine again silently in protest and from the loss of sensation from your nipple. They began repeating this process, now moving onto your left breast; leave a trail of kisses and marks, then halting their movements any time they'd hear you whimper or notice you were showing any signs of enjoyment.
You were growing increasingly impatient by the minute and wasn't sure how much of this you could endure before crying from frustration. Hange's ego was being fuled by seeing you rilled up and desperate under their simple touches. You could tell by the way their lip would curl up into a smirk against your mouth anytime you would let out the slightest noise, mouth agape from their movements. They loved seeing you whine and protest every time their mouth would go back to work on the same areas without going down to where you really needed them.
Hange can't get enough of seeing you like this, but they're not cruel. After what seemed like forever, they finally began increasing their movements, their mouth now working on your breasts. Their hands traced the sides of your stomach gently in an up and down motion as their tongue worked around your hardened nipple's, the tip gently dipping into the ducts, sucking and nibbling gently around the flesh. You tried your best to contain your whimpers but it was all too much, your hands now also desperately searching for any sort of grounding to latch onto, finally settling on Hange's toned back. Hange abruptedly detached themselves from your body, only connected still by your hips.Â
"A ah ah." Hange warns as you whimper at the loss of connection. "What did I say about making noise hmm, and those hands are too loose, let's say we do something about them?" You object to their request but you have no say in what they choose to do to you tonight. Hange peels themselves off you, and off the bed. You could finally close the gap between your legs attempting to soothe the ache between your thighs as discretely as possible. You could hear them shuffling around through the drawers looking for something.
You got too carried away as you didn't even notice them towering above and staring directly at you, unimpressed by your actions. They had their harness on with the dildo to the side, and in their hands some rope and your underwear. You felt their two hands forcefully pull your legs apart, your eyes shot open, placing themselves between your legs again. You heard a slapping noise followed by a sharp stinging on your thigh. "Don't try that again y/n. This is your final warning." They sooth the stinging pain on your thigh with their hand. "I'm sorry, I just need you to ple-" another slapping noise ripped though the now warm air, followed by another stinging pain. "You're really testing the waters y/n. Fucking brat, shut up and be a good girl for me for once."
They grabbed the rope they had placed on the bed and used it to gently tie a knot between your wrists. They then grabbed your discarded underwear, "Here, since you can't seem to shut up." They squeezed the sides of your mouth open and shoved in your laced garment. You wriggled in protest, more so for your hands to be freed. Hange ignored you and began kissing your navel, moving down to your pelvis and thighs. They lifted one of your legs onto their shoulder, slowly kissing down from your shin to your inner thighs, so so close yet so far to the throbbing heat between your legs. You let out a stifled moan, the fabric of your panties muffling your sounds.Â
Hange finally started placing gentle kisses just above your core, lips just gently grazing the top of your vulva. They took their two fingers and gently traced between your lips, gathering up some of your arousal. The feeling had your mind running laps, it was the first kind of contact you'd gotten since this all started. You were breathing frantically, letting out chopped whimpers and moans through the fabric, hands writhing between the ropes. Hange continued like this, just like as before; peppered kisses along your thighs and vulva, gentle traces around the outsides and then withdrawal. This was your breaking point.
Your throat hurt from the constant moaning, you couldn't take it anymore. Hange pulled their hand away from your core, instantly being met with persistent protests from you, then gathering enough slick before taking your panties out of your mouth and replacing it with their two fingers to pacify you. "Can you do a quick taste test for me, I need to see if you're ready or still need more work." You desperately swirled your tongue around their fingers, sucking hard and tasting yourself, nibbling gently at the flesh of their blunt fingertips. "Now tell me, have you learnt your lesson yet?" They ask, removing their fingers from your mouth being instantly met with your response. "Yes Hange, please, I'm sorry ohmygosh I'm sorry just please I'm begging you please." Hange had to hold back a moan from your voice, seeing you like this made a mess of them too. "Please what darling, use your language baby what is it that you want?" "You! Your fingers, anything oh please fuck me Hange please fuck me I wanna cum so bad please I'm begging you." You moan back desperately, not a single ounce of shame laced in your response.Â
How could Hange say no to such a sweet request. "That's my good girl, you're so good for me, I'll give you what you want I promise." They swiftly remove the rope from your hands, using their palm to soothe the burn. They leave a trail of kisses from your neck all the way down to your navel, just above your bush. Finally, Hange starts to go down on you, they lick a stripe up from the bottom of your vulva to the top, tongue lapping at the hood of your puffy and swollen clit. A sinful moan rips through your vocal chords, your body shaking from pleasure. Your hands palm at the well roughend bedsheets, one arm finally resting at the top of Hange's hair gripping for relief. They can't help but also moan at your reaction, sending vibrations through your core. They rest both their hands onto your thighs and caress them gently, their tongue coaxed with your slick and cum, the salty flavour mixing with their saliva.Â
"You're so fucking wet for me baby" Hange keeps the praises coming as your moans get more and more frequent. They gently suck on your puffy clit, using their tounge to do gentle small licks in between. Your eyes are shut tight as your hands instinctively push Hange's head further into your core for more release. "Just like that ah, Hange oh fuck fuck" Hange removes their right hand from your thigh and gentle inserst their ring and midde finger into your core, fucking you gently whilst sucking and flicking your hood with their tongue. You could feel your eyes practically roll to the back of your skull as Hange's long slender fingers rim through your spongey walls, curling and rubbing your sweet spot over and over again.Â
Hange knows your body too well, more than you do, they can tell the knot in your stomach is seconds from being undone so, slowly they retract their movements, causing you to moan in dissent. "Relax baby relax, I've not even used the strap yet, I'm not going anywhere. Where would you like to be, on your front or back?" "Any fucking where Hange I don't fucking care." Hange laughs at your response, leaning forward to kiss your sweaty forehead. "Atta princess, just lie there and look pretty for me m'kay imma make you feel good."Â
Hange finally removed their vest, exposing their perky tits and defined torso. Hange attached the dildo to the strap, now kneeling on the bed. "How about on your back so I can see your pretty face when you come undone for me, how does that sound?" Hange reaches forward and grabs two pillows, placing one just under your tailbone and the other under your head. "Just get on with it please Hange." you moan back begging, Hange can't help but laugh at your desperation. "You're so fucking feisty gosh y/n, gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you."Â
They meant it.
Hange aligns themself with your entrance, the tip just barely going in. They lean forward, grazing their nipples along your chest and scoop their arms under yours, allowing you to hold onto their back for support. Finally, they enter you slowly, pushing in inch by inch. Your moans coaxed Hange's ears like sweet honey, a sluttery voice that made them want to take you there and then without waiting. But they refused to. They patiently waited for you to give them the heads up to continue moving. "You take me so well baby, just tell me when you're ready and I'll go." You nodded in response into the crook of their neck. They slowly began pulling out and then pushing back in, eventually picking up the pace.
"Hange faster please!" you moaned out, your speech slurred and mixed with desperation. "As you wish princess" Hange sat up and placed one of your legs over your shoulder. They then positioned themselves between your legs, hitting you at an angle and at an increasing speed. More sinful moans errupted from your throat, not holding back anymore. Hange guided the shaft of the dildo right to the hilt of your core, your cum and slick leaking onto the pillow beneath you. "Gosh you're so fucking wet baby, ugh you take my cock so well. Wanna fill you up so bad." Hange can't help but babble out loud; you're too fucked to even process what they're saying, only responding with your whimpers and moans.
Hange keeps up the pace, using one arm to hold your leg in place and the other to keep hold of your pelvis, keeping you in place. "Hange I'm close I'm so close please don't stop, oh" They could see you writhing more and more under their hold, your knot finally being loosened, ready to be burst open at any givin moment. They wanna give it to you so bad, knowing that you deserve it after being patient for so long. And they finally do: hot flashes of white took over your vision, "Fuck fuck Hange I'm coming holy fuck oh" ; your core throbbing so tightly around Hange's girth, as they continued to fuck you through your orgasm still not stopping. You couldn't even moan anymore, your body shook violently from pleasure, back arching off the mattress, slowly riding it out. "That's it beautiful, oh you're so fucking good for me, cum for me princess." Hange slowly decreased their pace, still trying to help you ride out your high. Hange was still yet to halt their movements, trying to make it last out for as long as possible. You started to whine from overstimulation and gently grabbed Hange's hips to a stop. Hange, still inside you, leaned forward and placed soft gentle kisses all over your body in attempt to ground you back to reality.Â
"You did so well princess I'm so proud of you. Imma pull out now so I can clean us up okay baby?" You nodded and Hange slowly pulled out, your cum slowly following through. Hange grabbed a wet, warm towel and gently started wiping the mess between your thighs and on your body. They removed the strap and joined you on the bed, laying next to you. You lean over and place your head on their chest, matching the rhythm of their breathing. They move a hand to stroke your hair gently, tilting their head down to place gently kisses on the sides of your face and hair. Hange looks from over your shoulder and admires their work: Your body is littered with marks and love bites. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much dear?" You hum a no in response. You were so fucked out of reality you weren't really saying much. Hange's praises were slowly grounding you: "You did do well baby." "You did amazing." "I'm proud of you."
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"Don't think I've forgiven you that easily. We're not done yet."
That one brought you to your senses real quick.
#hange x you#hange smut#hange x reader#hange zoe smut#butch hange#stone top hange#butch femme#brat reader#brat tamer hange#we need more brat tamer hange please#wlw#lesbian
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a good man
{bodyguard!kento nanami x rich girl f!reader}
summary: kento nanami has been your appointed bodyguard since the age of nineteen. his poised, calm, respectable mannerisms having you falling to your knees over him as he was completely different than any of the other boys in your life⊠for he was a manâ taking care of your rowdy party girl behaviors and guiding you with the best advice and judgement he could possibly muster, and you loved him, gutted over the fact that he possibly only thought of you as a spoiled little brat who was useless and incompetent, as a client, and you wanting to be more than just that to him⊠except you were. for kento had already fallen over his knees for you.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, BRATTY AFFF RICH GIRL SPOILED READER sheâs a little baddie o yes, LOWKEEEYYY brat tamer kento MEEOOOWWW, FLUUFFF GALLOOREE!!, slight angst!!, kento is SOOO SOOFTTT AND A LIL GENTLEMAANN, blowjob YUM, oral m receiving, mentions of doing the sex, deep throating, SEDUCTIVE AF READER BRO, cursing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, sexual themes, kento is older than reader by three years, mentions of reader having âpink cheeksâ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)
word count: 20.3k (i yap i fear)
authors note: I NEED A FUCKING MAN !!!! LIKE KENTO !!! RAAAAHDVSJSBSJSJ this BEAUTIFUL precious concept was a blend and mixy of multiple requests i got for sir nanami blended into one!! :,)) i hope i did you guys justice to those who requested and sent in ideas my loves !!! <3333 AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE ITTT JUST AS MUCH AS I DOOO AAHHH !!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO SOOO MUCHHH MWAAHHH !! <3333
âplease donât do that.â
you were undoubtedly the most defiant, stubborn girl kento had ever met.
âand why not?â you pouted. âitâs just for a little bit⊠and i canât leave my friend hanging when sheâs dealing with such a crisis! she needs my help.â
âyour help.â kento repeated. âshe needs your help going to a partyâŠ. at one in the morning.â
âitâs not a party itâs a small gatheringââ
ây/n the hour is ungodly right nowâŠâ he sighed, rubbing his forehead. âi donât believe this is very wise.â
you finished applying your blush and stepped back from your large vanity, quickly placing your brush back in itâs holder and grabbing your bottle of perfume, spritzing it.
âitâs fine ken!â you looked up and smiled. âiâll just be gone for a little while iâll be back beforeââ
âiâm sorryââ he held a palm up. âyouâll just be gone? darling, you realize i have to go with you.â
âbut whyyy?â you mumbled, slouching dramatically and chucking your perfume bottle on your bed. âtwo hours! just give me two hours i promise iâll be backââ
âiâm afraid not.â
âwhyyyy!â you whined again, and kento only looked at you with a straight stoic face.
âbecause itâs my job to go with you and you know that.â
and youâd always been defiant and stubborn, kento having known you since you were a little girl as both his and your father were family friends for years, your upbringing a little different from his as your father was exponentially wealthy and owned various companies and properties, his parents just so happening to work for him and gain special bonds and camaraderie over the time of your growing lives.
though kento was only three years older than youâ the gap nothing notable or too drastic, it sure as hell felt like it with how bratty and rebellious you were sometimes on a day to day basis that he had to bare witness of since the age of fourteen.
so why kento thought of you so much when you were the epitome of a spoiled princess⊠was a little unclear to him.
or maybe he did know exactly whyâ the reasoning transparently clear, to a fucking T actually⊠yet his pride and the oath he had set with your father the minute kento started pursuing his desired career after high school, hindered him from ever admitting anything to anyone. especially you.
and because he constantly ignored the way he felt, he was regrettably perplexed every time he was around youâ which was literally every single second of every waking day since the moment he received his protection licensing⊠for kento was your bodyguard, hired by your father who saw his interests in technical protection training, and trusted no other man around his daughter other than kento himself, encouraging him to pursue it as a career in the promise that he would guarantee him a positionâ one with a pay that would have him set for the rest of his life so long as his precious little daughter was happy and safe.
and kento took the offer without so even as a twitch in his serious expression for two reasons.
the first was the obvious, to solidify proper employment for himself in the career that heâd always paid particular interest in ever since he was a kidâ to make a man out of himself and work under prestigious and professional levels of security with someone, your father, whoâs orders of authority were equivalent to a president, and a man he admired like no other and dreamed of owning a business that was as fruitful as his.
and the otherâŠÂ was to keep an eye on you.
you were reckless, bratty, naive, troublesome, silly, and never took absolutely anything seriouslyâ all things that worried kento to no end anytime you so even managed to slip from his sharp attentive line of sight since the both of you were young.
and you escaping him happened a little more often than heâd like to admit.
like now.
ây/nââ
kento sharply turned upon hearing your snickering little giggles zooming past him and trailing from down the hall already, him swiftly retrieving his blazer that he had previously set on one of your lounge chairs and settling it over his arm, long and hasty steps striding out of your bedroom and down the hall, him peaking in several dark open doors and hallways of your ginormous mansion of a home on his wayâ the clicking of your heels and you still giggling serving as a guide for him to find you.
he sighed.
âdarling, this isnât going to change the fact that i still have to accompany youââ
kento rounded the corner and entered one of the many lounge area rooms your father used for business meetings and partnerships, your little head poking out from behind one of the large sofas with a disgruntled pouty look.
âsays who?â
âsays me.â he took the blazer from his arm and extended it, shaking it out a little and preparing to put it on. âand your father.â
you let out a tiny grumble, getting up off your knees and standing.
âbut donât you wanna go to sleep ken?â
âvery much so.â
âso then go! iâm giving you permission heh!â you chirped, sending him a striking smile. âi wonât tell my father! or anyone! you deserve a good nights restââ
âiâm going with you and thatâs final.â
you threw your head back and groaned in frustration, kento finding your tantrum a little amusing as he chuckled and shrugged on his blazer.
âyou want to go to this event, yes?â
you funnily slugged on over to his side with dragging steps, eyes to the floor.Â
âmhmâŠâ
âso then enough fighting and letâs go.â he stepped to the side and gently ushered you forward. âiâd like to be back before your father wakes up.â
you walked forward and out of the lounge room, the both of you beginning your journey down the hall and towards the grand staircase, kento following behind you as you still internally huffed and puffed about him coming along.
your refutes to kento joining you werenât because you didnât like him or anything like that⊠it was quite the opposite actually.
you were obsessed with that man.
âyou scare my friends you knowâŠâ
the side of his lip quirked.
âdo i?â
âmhm.â
âhow so sweetheart?â
âi think itâs your face.â you turned your head around and looked behind you as you walked, hands wringing behind your back with a cute grin. âitâs so serious. and it might be because youâre always staring them down whenever they hang out with me.â
kento calmly walked ahead of you and stepped down a few steps, his hand automatically coming up to assist you and you taking it as you carefully descended down the steps, a gentle act he always did for you.
he pursed his lips.Â
âiâm simply doing my job⊠but i suppose i could lay off a bit.â
you giggled. âno itâs okay ken! i agree. they just donât know you like i do.â
ever since you practically met him you were obsessedâ him being the most poised and respectful piece of hunk to ever grace your life, as kento was so unbelievably different from all of the other straight up boys in your life that deemed themselves to be men, when in reality they didnât even come close to that whatsoever.
kento nanami was the definition of a man.
and out of everything that youâve ever received on a silver platter with zero hesitation since technically birthâŠÂ you wanted him the most.
except you were convinced he wasnât obsessed with you like you were with him.
because the second kento became your bodyguard at the age of literal nineteen, there wasnât ever a moment that you remember where he wasnât with you and pulled to your side like a magnetâ guarding and watching your every move and making sure that you were out of harms way no matter what, all things that were automatic and essentially part of the job description.
but you feared that it was just that.
that kento didnât view you the way you viewed him⊠that you were just aïżœïżœclient to him and that the reason he was always around was because he had to be, and not because he wanted to.
you feared that kento only saw you as some helpless spoiled girl who couldnât do anything for herself and therefore always needed guidance, and you also feared that because heâd known you since you were little and became your bodyguard when you were sixteen, that he still saw you as a sixteen year old and not the full grown woman that you were now.
the thought was mortifying to you.
and you wondered if kento had ever thought about you as something more than justâ a client? maybe.. maybe as a lover?
did he at least view you as a friend?
but more importantly, if he wasnât your bodyguard⊠would he stay?Â
kento assisted you down to the very last step as you shook away your thoughts, the both of you making your way out through the front glass double doors and over to his car in the open driveway, a sleek and shiny black luxury SUV that you always preferred to sit in rather than your own vehicle as his little passenger princessâ always and forever and at times putting up a fight when your father would make you drive instead of kento, spouting some nonsense about how he didnât want you to forget how to drive and become an incompetent girl.
and youâd each time just scoff and roll your eyesâ your father always looking for ways to jab scoldings at you and fuss over every choice youâd make regardless of how big or small it was, believing you to be an incompetent girl anyways and you choosing to ignore him and scowl as you moved behind kentoâs big buff frame to hide, him knowing to take over and speak for you whenever you did, as your father listened to him better than he did you ever since you were young.
kento in a way also scolded you often and fussed over your choices⊠but he was gentle. never raising his voice at you or overstepping any boundaries that made you feel like you were stupid and incapable of things, him always giving you the chance to fix it or refute with an open mind and heart to hear you out⊠and you loved kento. that was a given.
and your dramatic self deemed that the day kento yelled at you for the first time for whatever reasonâ was the day that you died.
kento smoothly smiled over what you said with closed lips and opened the car door for you, you getting in and pinching the skirt of your flowy mesh dress to readjust once you were seated, straightening it up over your legs as he rounded over and got in the drivers seat.
âi know a way you can lay off a bit so you donât scare off my friends tonight ken!â
he started the engine and flickered on the high beams, your eyes squinting at the sudden brightness ahead of you.
âand that is..?â
you grinned and leaned over the center console, placing your elbow on it and propping your chin up with your palm, him looking at you expectantly.
so handsome.
âwhy donât you stare at me instead of staring at them!â
kento breathed in as he looked away, steering around and out of the driveway while your close proximity and sweet expensive perfume wafted all around himâ filling up his every system with everything that was wonderfully you as he tried hard not to let it show.
âi believe i already do just that.â he spoke. âitâs my job to watch you darling.â
âokay then watch me harder.â
he blinked, your wording somehow twinging a sense of provocativeness when it wasnât anything like that at all, and he wanted to wash his brain out with holy water for thinking of something inappropriate like that with you.
but you leaned even closer, lips by his ear as he turned the steering wheel to make an easy left.
âyouâre supposed to have eyes only for me right?â
kento swallowed.
âiâm supposed to have eyes everywhere.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and leaned back a bit. âokay⊠but maybe for tonight, just me!â
âiâm afraid if itâs just you i wonât be able to watch for any other signs of abnormalityââ
âoh my god booo!â you huffed and plopped back down in your seat, arms crossing as you stared ahead. âyouâre no funâŠâ
kento chuckled and lifted his arm, patting your head and you blushing before he placed his hand back on the gear shift, the only thing on your mind now was how much you wanted to stuff his big fingers in your mouthâ
âthe event is still the one on melrose street, correct?â
your eyes snapped in his direction. âhuh? oh yes! yes it is.â
he pursed his lips, an uncertain look on his face as you faltered and furrowed your brows.
âwhat ken? whatâs wrong?â
âis it the same host and organization as last time?â
âummâŠâ you pulled your phone out from your purse and scrolled to the initial invite you had received through a friend, perfectly manicured nails tapping away. âuh huh! iâm pretty sure⊠how come?â
âi donât think itâd be very wise to go⊠you got extremely inebriated the last time we went.â
you snorted and waved him off. âthatâs because it was my friends birthday ken. i was celebrating!â
âyou barfed in a bush as soon as we got home.â
âpart of the experience!â
kento shook his head and sighed through his nose, a small smile on his face as he peaked over at you from the side.
ârowdy little girl.â
little girl.
and you felt an unpleasant tug at your heart, you pursing your lips and wanting to defy what he called you.
âi was fine after though, was i not?â
you suddenly grabbed his hand and dropped it down on your exposed thigh, his rough hand making contact with your skin as he accidentally jerked the steering wheel and looked at you with bewildered eyes, you only throwing your head back and laughing.
âwhat?â you spoke in between giggles. âiâm cold! and your handâs so warmââ
âhoneyââ
âyour job is to take care of me right?â you sweetly smiled, and he felt a flutter of familiar yet confusing affection swirl up in his chest at the sight. âand youâre doing just that!â
kento cleared his throat and nodded, hand staying on your thigh and you giddy on the inside as he held it.
âjust know that i have a blanket in the back in case my hand doesnât suffice.â he mentioned, pulling up to a gated community. âthe weather is a bit colder these days.â
your eyes softened, staring at the side of his chiseled jaw and face as he exchanged a few words with the security guard at the front, flashing his ID before the guard gave him the all clear and muttered something over his walkie talkie, the gates slowing sliding open as a result.
âwhy do you have a blanket in the back ken?â you asked softly and looked down, the tip of your index finger tracing over the prominent veins on the back of his hand.
âfor you.â he replied. âyou get cold frequently.â
you grinned.
âawww you remembered!ââ
you unbuckled your seatbelt, jumped up from your seat, and flung your arms around his neck and practically stuffed his cheek up against your chest as you gushed, kentoâs eyes blinking wide eyed and cheeks fucking flaring as he tried to keep steady hands on the wheel and not swerve into the garbage bins in front of the designated mansion, music already blaring through and seeping through the vents of the car as he fumbled to shift the gear into parkâ stiffening the hell out of his neck and not daring to turn his head even the slightest in your direction in fear of facing your breasts head on.
âiâ i appreciate the sentiment sweetheartââ
you pulled back a tiny bit, your arms still tightly locked around his neck but giving him enough space to turn his head to look up at you now, your twinkling hyper eyes shining even through the darkness of the car, kento almost forgetting about the close proximity between the two of you entirely, and also almost forgetting about how this wasâ regrettablyâŠÂ considered to be inappropriate.
he was your bodyguard, he was supposed to protect you, not think about the way your perfect smile right now was so incredibly soul crushing and doing it in just the right way tooâ suffocating his entire being as he tried hard again, in real time, to kick those disrespectful thoughts to the back of his mind and focus on what he was meant to be doing and thinking⊠all of which pertained to his guidance for you, and your safety, most of all.
but you were beautiful.Â
there was no denying that.
âyou know me best out of anyone ken.â
and he did. he truly truly did.
but to kento, you were that forbidden fruit, cast away up into the highest of branches and dangling off of the tallest most unreachable tree of allâ glimmering against the sun, magnificent⊠waiting to be picked by the person who dared to and claim it as their own without a single worry of the troubles that came with ravishing it.
but claiming and ravishing that forbidden fruit definitely came with itâs dire consequences, and kento nanami was an honorable man.Â
if he were to give in to his pulsing desires for you, desires that he couldnât even exactly make sense of as he continued to manifest total and utter blockage in his mind to prevent those thoughts from seeping through, not only would he deal with the embarrassing repercussions with your fatherâ his boss, but inevitably drag you down with him too, as he knew your father has always been rather harsh with you.
and you didnât deserve to be dragged down just because he couldnât control his emotions.
you frowned, tilting your head as you assessed kentoâs strange far off look.
âken?â you asked. âkenny ken?â
âeh?â he blinked rapidly. âoh iâm sorry y/n. i was⊠thinking.â
âthinking?âÂ
you let him go and sat back in your seat, the warmth from your arms dissipating and the goosebumps around his neck prominent now by the chilliness of the car.
âthinking about what?â you quipped, smiling again. âabout meee?â
night and day.
âiâm afraid not.â he switched off the ignition and held the keys in his hand. âmore about how you should be at home and in bed and most definitely not here.â
you pouted, slumping in your seat as you watched him get out of the car and walk over to your side, opening your door for you and offering a hand for you to take.
âbut ken iâm helping a friend.â you took his hand and carefully stepped out, him closing the door behind you as you began walking up the sidewalk with kento following close behind you, the car beeping and flashing its lights to signify he had locked it.
âhoney, your friend is a grown woman.â you both walked up the steps and continued down the long wide driveway, other guests traveling alongside you towards the mansion. âshe doesnât need moral support from you to attend an event.â
âyeah and i donât need a bodyguard for every little thing i do, do i?â you countered, slowing down your steps a little and nudging your shoulder with his. âhm?â
he gave you a deadpanned look.
âactually, you do.â
you scoffed. âno i do not.â
the two of you entered through the grand entranceâ doors already open and with a set of security guards on each side as you passed them, kentoâs already alert senses amplified now that you both were in an unpredictable loud environment such as this, and with way too many people for kento to keep track of besides yourself as he scanned the area, ticking the usual and automatic tiny boxes in his head that indicated the area was alright for the time being.
âif my friend is such a grown woman, then so am i!â you yelled over the music as you walked through the mansion to get to the pool area outside, passing by several caterers and butlers with small appetizer dishes on silver trays or champagne glasses, you taking one as your gaze switched between person to person to see if you could try and find anyone you recognized.
kento shook his head a little.
contrary to your popular belief, you never acted like a grown woman sometimesâ constantly rebellious and spontaneous with no hesitations to do anything remotely reckless⊠and that worried him to absolutely no end as he was living in constant stress over something happening to youâ something that he could easily prevent and steer you away from because thatâs what he was fucking there for.
but you were always against it, and he didnât know why when it was simply just protection.
upon entering the pool area, your eyes lit up at the rowdy scene before youâ party guests jumping into the pool in full fledged clothing or throwing each other in, the bar at the end of the backyard lively and busy with multiple individuals already drunk off of their minds as they clumsily passed by you and nearly tumbled you over, kento each time quick to grab your shoulders and gently pull you away so theyâd just about miss you and continue on.
and the minute he caught sight of your group of friends off to the side of the bubbling jacuzzi right before you did, every single one of them already inebriated and rambunctious, he knew he was in for a night of chasing you around and getting you to sober up a little to refrain yourself from running across the lawn in only your undergarments like the last party you both attended.
ây/n! hi!â one of your friends slightly slurred, the one with the âcrisisâ, reaching behind her to grab a red solo cup of god knows what and passing it to you. âhere! i just got some from the kitchen!â
âwhat is it?â you laughed, on the verge of placing the brim to your lips when kento suddenly nudged you, gently prying it away from your fingers and lifting it up to his nose for inspection, you playfully rolling your eyes as you turned back to your friend.
âdunno!â she shrugged, flashing you a wobbly grin. âitâs a mix of tequila aaandddâŠÂ cranberry tonic! yeah!â
âsmells awfully strong.â kento muttered in your ear, passing the cup back to you. âjust moderate your intake.â
âokay dad.â you mocked, the little side smile on your face never failing to deactivate any further scoldings from him about how you shouldnât drink that mix and maybe get something else, him deciding to just let you have fun regardless of the work he was about to be put through⊠as it was hard for kento to say no to you at times anyways.
you brought the rim back to your lips and took a sip, your face immediately scrunching up and gagging.
âthe fuck is this?â you placed a hand over your mouth. âtastes nothing like cranberry and just straight vodkaââ
you ended up drinking the entire cup and two more fills after that, kento each time gently advising you not to and that youâd had enough, but you only pouting and bratty and defying him with every attempt he made at pulling the drink away from you, a water bottle in hand that heâd snagged from one of the coolers as he swiftly moved through the twists and turns of the crowd to stay caught up with you, a skill he was an expert at at this point considering how often you disappeared from his line of sight.
âsweetheart pleaseââ kento caught you by the waist just as you were about to literally jump in the pool, you giggling and hiccuping as he dragged you away. âletâs take a seat for a moment alright? you need to drink water.âÂ
âwhat i need is a teeny weeny kiss from you ken!â
he faltered, eyes dropping to the ground as he continued to half drag and half carry your body to a nearby table away from the commotion by the pool, setting you down on a chair.
âyou need water.â he pushed as he knelt down on a knee in front of you, unscrewing the cap. âand iâm forbidding you from attending any events like this for a month.â
âa month?!â you whined, head dramatically falling back in desperation. âbut why? what did i do?!â
âi told you to moderate your intake.â he gently grabbed your jaw and brought the water bottle to your lips, carefully holding it up for you to drink. âyou were just about to jump in the pool darling and ruin your dress.â
lowering the bottle, your cheeks cutely puffed up with water as you shook your head side to side.
you swallowed. âlies. i was simply walking!â
he fixed the strap of your dress that was halfway sliding off, pulling it back over your shoulder.
âyes into the pool.â he brought the water bottle back to your lips and you drank some more before he lowered it again. âyou need to be more careful y/n.â
you pouted. âare you mad at me ken?â
ânot mad just quite stressedââ
âpull my dress up and spank me then.â
kento slapped a hand over his eyes and shook his head, cheeks buzzing pink at your ludicrous statement.
âdonât say things like that honey.â
âand why not?â you tilted your head, pearly white teeth glimmering against the warm lights of the backyard as he dropped his hand. âthought you loved me.â
âplease sober up.â he breathed out exhaustedly, heart hammering against his fucking chest as he made you drink water again. âbefore you say something silly againââ
you abruptly pulled back and a few droplets of water dribbled down your chin, kento quick to grab the handkerchief in his suit to pat you dry as you narrowed your eyes.
âyou think loving me is silly?â you muttered, a little slur at the end of your sentence.
âof course not darling.â he spoke softly, placing the handkerchief down on the table behind you. âthe other thing you said was sillyââ
âwhatâ spanking me?â you lit up again. âbut itâs hot. and i want it. you should do it once we get to the carââ
kento slapped a hand over your mouth this time, wide frantic eyes looking around to see if anyone had heard your loud lewd blabbering, his face absolutely fucking red at this point as he tried not to vividly imagine what you had just said⊠and pathetically failing at it too.
âenough. weâre going home. you have brunch with the monroeâs tomorrow.â
ânuh uh!â
you pulled his hand away from your mouth and gripped the edges of your chair, trying to cement yourself to it as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled and tugged, you laughing when heâd manage to of courseâ lift you up⊠but the chair along with it as well.
âlet go please.â
ânope!â
âi said let go y/n.â
âif you give me a kiss!â
kento put you back down and sighed.
âyou are unbelievably inebriated.â
âand you are unbelievably handsome.â you cheesed as you got closer, your nose brushing against his and kentoâs breath catching in his throat, stiffening up.
âdarling you donât know what youâre sayingââ
âyes i do.â you spoke, endearingly nudging your nose softly with his and kentoâs eyes warming at the act. âyouâre gods favorite.â
hopeless hopeless girlâŠ
his eyes sinfully flickered down to your pretty lips, plushy and delightful as they perfectly stretched in such a way to form a striking smile that always sent men to their knees wherever you both went, him baring witness to it all as your bodyguard⊠and him includedâ falling to his knees over you.
for kento was just as hopeless as you.
but he was better at ignoring it until it became this puzzling blur in his brain that confused the ever living shit out of him.
âletâs go home.â
his breath fanned against your lips and you softly shook your head.
âkiss me then weâll go.â
kentoâs forehead fell against yours, eyes closing in borderline pain as his big hands came up to cup your cheeks, your own eyes loopily widening with overactive exciting thoughts over what was about to transpire.
if he was about to kiss you⊠could this mean he didnât view you as just a client? as a little girl? but a woman?
was he considering it? did you have a chance? was he actually about to fucking kiss you?â
kento sharply breathed in and turned your head slightly to the side, planting his lips hard on your cheek and him unmoving for a moment, you still wide eyed and shocked as your cheek mushed up against the force of his mouth.
he pulled back with a smack! and stood, hand extending out for you to take.
âready now?â
your fingers slowly came up to the side of your face in a complete daze, because though it wasnât a full blown kiss, the linger of his lips was still there even after the gesture was long over, your little cheek tingling and warm.
you nodded, taking his hand and attempting to stand but reeling over as you did, your head in complete drunken disarray as kentoâs arms quickly shot out and caught you from falling face first on the ground.
âi canâtââ you giggled, hiccuping between each laugh. âi canât walk ken. and my feet hurt.â
âiâm aware.â he sighed, sitting you back down on the chair and kneeling again, grabbing your ankle.
âwhat are you doing?â you asked, watching the way he propped up your foot and tugged at the clasp on your heels, carefully sliding it off and beginning to do the same with the other.
âyouâre in pain, yes?â he slipped your other heel off and stood, placing your heels on a nearby table before positioning himself next to you, sliding a hand under your knees. âput your arms around my neck sweetheart.â
you did as told, your little heart singing happy drunken tunes over him being such a gentleman and taking care of you in the way that he was, you knowing in the morning youâd regret it and be embarrassed, but choosing to bask in the moment for the meantime and deal with the horrific hungover consequences later.
kento easily lifted you with only one fucking arm supporting you under your knees as you held on, his other hand grabbing your heels before weaving through the other tables and venturing out of the pool area, everybody else too inebriated to care or notice some big bulky man carrying you out through the backyard and inside the mansion, your head resting against his chest.
âare you alright?â he asked, taking a quick glance down at you as he reached the grand entrance to exit. âdo you feel ill?â
âno iâm okay.â you smiled. âjust thinking about the fact that youâre a cheater.â
he chuckled. âa cheater? in what way?â
kento carefully stepped down the steps and began his walk across the spacious lawn back to the car, you tightening your grip on his neck and wanting him to hold you like this forever.
âthe deal was for a kiss.â
âand i gave you one.â he softly smiled, squeezing your thigh a little in emphasis.
âon the cheek!â you retorted. âi wanted one on the mouth.â
kento blushed furiously and looked away, trying to straighten himself up as he walked down the sidewalk with you in his arms.
âyou didnât specify darling.â
âyeaahhh right.â you mumbled, watching the lights of his car flash up ahead as it unlocked by the click of kentoâs keys, him coming up to the passenger side and opening the door. âjust say youâre repulsed by me.â
he scoffed. âyouâre saying silly things again.â
âthe proof is in the pudding.â
kento carefully bent and set you down on your seat, placing your heels next to you on the floor and straightening out the skirt of your dress for you.Â
âthe proof is that youâre drunk. iâm not making any moves like that when youâre not in the correct state of mind.â
you gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth. âare you saying you would have? if i was sober? did you bring my water with you? i need to drink it right now where is itââ
âdear god i did not say that.â he closed the door and came round to the other side, an amused little smile on his lips as he got in. âand iâm sorry but i left it behind.â
âkentooo!â you whined. ânow how else are you supposed to kiss me?â
he shakily pressed the âonâ button for the ignition and looked away, your bold words and requests and moves serving as sheer torment to him as they one after the other kept being thrown at his face, him aware this is how you usually were anyways, but ten times unbelievably worse now that you were intoxicated.
and kento was growing weaker.
âiâm not supposed to do anything.â he backed out of the parking space and sped off. âand itâs nearly four in the morning y/n. you have brunch with the monroeâs at ten and youâre supposed to be up by eight.â
you groaned, head dropping back against the headrest as you crossed your arms.Â
âi never wanted to go to that in the first place.â you muttered. âthe monroeâs and their girl friends and whoever else is going are a bunch of boring bitches. all they talk about is what their daddies just bought them.â
the yearly monroe brunch was a way for you and the other daughters of your fathers various business partners to bond and maintain connections, some sort of peace treaty between them all so long as their little preppy daughters were kept satisfied and spoiled, your father forcing you to go every year and demanding you to keep friendships with them all, insisting that it would serve beneficial to him with their parents and help nourish the business even more than it already was.
you genuinely liked the monroe daughters and the rest of the girls at first, sixteen year old you seeking their validation and acceptance for years and constantly following after every little thing that they did, afraid of slipping up and landing in their rotten graces as soon as you did anything that would upset themâŠÂ until they started badmouthing kento.
after that you didnât give a fuck.Â
because anyone that was so willing as to talk bad about such a respectful and kind man as kento to you, was someone who immediately feel in your rotten graces, each and every one of them doing so the minute they started calling him weird for constantly following you around, putting him down for it and saying he should find something better to do than be your bodyguard, and that you didnât need such high class protection and deeming it unnecessary.
whether they were jealous of the fact that you had a bodyguard and they didnât was mystery to you, but ever since that day, you despised the yearly monroe brunch, you now aware of who they truly were and realized how blind you were to it just because you were seeking their validationâ wanting nothing to do with them from that point forward and begging your father to just let you skip out and that they were better off without you there anyways.
but he never listened.
kento laughed, nodding curtly over what you said. âalthough true, you still have to go honey.â
âi donât know why my father canât just piss off.â you sighed and looked out the window, cars zooming past you as he drove down the freeway. âi really donât see the point in me going.â
âyouâre an important asset.â he spoke. âall of the daughters coming together is tradition.â
âwhatâ to sit there and drink tea and eat muffins? stupidest tradition iâve ever heard ken.â
he chuckled, reaching over to pat your thigh and your cheeks going pinky as he did so, your drunken mind still somehow clearly recalling when he had his warm hand on you earlier in the car prior to the party.
he went to retract his hand and you quickly stopped him, timidly placing it back on your thigh and settling your hand over his big one, the both of you nervously avoiding eye contact and choosing not to say anything.
kento understood wholeheartedly why you hated going to the monroe brunch so much, for he wasnât particularly a fan of hearing them talk for hours about whoâd they just dumped or what theyâd just bought, and he sympathized with youâ really, your father although a man he admired for his work ethic and sought after for his approval, was unrighteously stoic with you and always dismissed your thoughts and opinions, the fact saddening kento whenever he witnessed it first hand.
âyouâll be alright.â he spoke up quietly again, noticing the way you were dozing off a little in your seat. âitâs just for brunch. you wonât have to worry about seeing them again until next year.â
âyou mean until the dinner party weâre hosting next week.â you sleepily muttered, eyes closed as both of your hands laid over his that was on your thigh, holding it almost as if you were afraid that kento would pull away, his eyes softening at the thought.
âah, thatâs right.â he pulled into your gated community, the security guard already recognizing kento and his car as he merely waved and pressed the button to open the gate, driving through once it did entirely. âi had forgotten.â
âmmm..â you hummed, and he smiled, facing the road again and turning the wheel with every curve and turn of your neighborhood, your dimly lit mansion coming into view eventually and him pulling up to park in your grandiose driveway next to you car, turning off the ignition.
you laid still and pretty in your seat, chest slowly rising and falling as you softly breathed through your nose, you in a drunken slumber as kento quietly got out of the car and went over to your side, opening your door.
âdarling.â he whispered, shuffling an arm under your knees and the other on your back. âi need to carry you up, okay? hold onto me please.â
you mumbled incoherently and did so, your arms limply wrapping around his neck as he carried you out of the car and shut the door with a push from his leg, locking his car and the little horn going off again as he hoisted you up, walking up the stone path of your driveway and up to the grand double doorsâ one of your housekeeping staff already there holding the door open for you both, them also used to your late night partying and shenanigans.
âthank you.â he whispered gratefully as he passed, and they nodded, locking up the house behind you as kento continued on up the staircase and down the spacious hallway, his dress shoes clicking against the shiny flooring and echoing across the silence as he reached your bedroom.
he carefully set you down on your bed once inside, you groggily rubbing your eyes as he stepped back and over to your large vanity, rummaging through your things and drawers while knocking a few nail polishes and perfumes overâ various clatterings and kento cursing under his breath over the noise, it making you sleepily giggle.
âwhat are you looking for ken?â you whispered, one of your eyes tiredly peeking open.
âyourâ ah⊠iâm afraid i canât remember what itâs calledââ
he gestured to his face. âyou remove your makeup with it sweetheart.â
you closed your eye again. âoh my wipes..? theyâre in the bottom drawer to your left.â
he opened the corresponding drawer and reached in, taking out your makeup remover wipes and walking back over to you, peeling open the packing and sliding an individual white wipe out, you lifting a hand out to grab it but stopping once he moved it away from you.
you drowsily looked up at him, about to speak until he took your chin in between his fingers and tilted you up, him bending a bit and lifting his hand to wipe off your makeup, delicately removing it with precision as you tiredly let a small smile grow on your lips.
âi can do it ken itâs okay.â
he shook his head, you closing your eyes as he wiped off your mascara. âoh itâs alright youâre exhausted⊠and iâve seen you do it quite a few times.â
you peaked your other eye open, his handsome face so unforgettable against the moonlight streaming through your balcony doors that your little sleepy heart started gushing over literally just who he was, your head leaning into his touch.
âkayâŠâ
he finished wiping the rest of it off after a minute, tossing it into your little bin under your vanity desk before walking over to your walk-in closet and disappearing for a few moments, coming back out with one of your silk baby blue pajama sets in hand, offering it out to you.
âchange please.â you sluggishly took the set from him and nodded. âiâll be just outsideââ
âno itâs okay.â you stood and reached for the hem of your dress. âyou can stayââ
you pulled up your dress with no fucks given and kentoâs eyes bulged open, immediately slapping a hand over his eyes and spinning around with his heart thumping on overdrive, the image of your perfect body adorned with a lacy white bra and panties a hard one to try andâ unfortunatelyâ forget for the sake of respecting your privacy and the most intimate parts of yourself.
you giggled and kento shook his head in desperation, placing a hand on his hip.
âdonât do things like that honey.â he scolded gently, a hand still over his eyes as you changed. âat least wait until i avert my attentionââ
âyou donât wanna see?â you pouted, finishing by buttoning up your top and tugging at the sleeve of his suit for him to turn around. âitâs all for you ken.â
forâ forâ
oh dear god help him.
âitâs time to sleep.â he reached around you and pulled back the covers of your bed, you whining. âcome on you have brunch with the monroeâsââ
you grumbled and climbed on, dropping yourself on the mattress and shuffling under your various fluffy blankets and sheets, him helping you in pulling them over you until they were settled comfortably by your chest.
âkento.â
âhm?â he hummed, still fiddling with your blankets and basically tucking you in, you finding it incredibly sweet.
âthank you for always taking care of me.â
he stopped, eyes flickering to yours before a soft close lipped smile spread across his face.
âof course darling.â he patted your head. âitâs what iâm here for.â
you knew what he was actually supposed to be there for was only for your protectionâ to only clock in when you went to events and clock out the second said event was over and done with and you were back home safe and sound.
except kento clocked in the moment your eyes opened for the day, and clocked out as soon as they closed again at night, him by your side through everything in your life and not just for special events, but making sure you had had enough to eat and that you werenât sick after you spent the day out without a jacket (much to his pestering), that you finished your homework when you were in school and helped you with it as best as he could, and that he was your shoulder to cry on whenever your father yelled at you over something idiotic againâ all in all taking care of you like you thought a lover would do for their most treasured thing.
and you hoped you were kentoâs most treasured thing.
he was yours, after all.
âi like when you call me darling.â you murmured softly. âand honey. and sweetheart.â
kento swallowed and blushed, thankful that it was sort of dark in your room and that you couldnât see how pink in the face he actually was over something so minimal.
âiâm glad.â he replied. âyouâd let me know if it ever makes you uncomfortable correct?â
you quickly shook your head. âit never makes me uncomfortable ken⊠ever.â
he nodded, smiling in satisfaction.
âyou know what does make me uncomfortable?â
he faltered, brows furrowing in concern.
âwhat honey?â
âthe fact that you still havenât kissed me on the lipsââ
he sharply breathed in and leaned back to stand upright, you giggling and protesting as you flung your arms around his neck before he could, bringing him roughly back down to you and basically pulling him on top of you as kento let out a little oof at the force.
he planted his palms flat on your mattress, trying to lift himself up a bit but unable to due to the astronomical grip you had on him.
ây/n iâm crushing you let meââ
âso?â
âyou wonât be able to properly breatheââ
âand? this is the way to go!â
kento laughed into your neck then, managing to lift himself up at least a little bit  to look at you.
âsilly girl.â he murmured, and you grinned.
how stunning.
his eyes dangerously switched to your lips, and you noticed this, your heart skipping a small beat in your chest.
âken.â
âyes?â
âwhat do you view me as.â
his gaze shifted and locked with yours, his brows pinching together.
âwhat do you mean honey?â
âlikeââ you pursed your lips, looking away to the side in embarrassment. âdo you see me as just⊠a client? or just a friend? or like a little girl who doesnât know how to do anything? or spoiled?â
âa client?â he repeated. ânot at all thatâsâ an awfully wrong term for what you are.â
your head snapped in his direction.
âreally?â
he sat up, sitting himself down on the edge of your bed next to you and you scooching over.
âyou are spoiled.â he continued, chuckling once he saw the hopeful expression on your face fall and turn sour. âbut it doesnât mean that youâre incapable of doing things⊠iâve never once thought of you as such.â
you hummed in acknowledgement, relieved a little.
âdo you see me as a woman?â you asked softly.
he looked at you confusedly.
âwellâ of course. thatâs what you are, arenât you?â
âno i meanââ you sighed, struggling to get the words out as a blush rose to your cheeks. âlike a woman. like the kind that makes you want toâŠâ
you faltered, and he waited patiently for you to continue.
âlike the kind of woman youâd want to kiss and things⊠likeâ like the kind youâd see yourself falling in love with⊠or am i justâ a friend?â
kento froze.
were you still drunk?
âsweetheart itâs not wise to talk about things like this when youâre inebriated please restââ
âiâm not!â you frantically shook your head. âi sobered up a long time agoâŠâ
dear god.
he canât answer your question. he canât answer your question without straight up lying to you just so he can keep that boundary of respect he had for you and your father, to keep the vow kento had with him as your protector, as your guideâŠ
but kento nanami wasnât a liar.
and kento nanami loved youâ a feeling he had idiotically mistaken for confusion when it was actually the plain and utter truth, for what he felt for you was clearer than anything else in his life, and absolutely nothing about it was ever confusing like he swore up and down before that it was.
heâd knownâŠ. heâd always known. and thatâs perhaps why he took the bodyguard position in the first place without a fret to your father.
to stay by your side.Â
to make sure you were safe⊠with him.
but did he dare?⊠did he dare to take the pretty forbidden fruit he had tried so hard for years to stay clear from? to leave it glimmering and healthy to flourish on its own no matter how badly he wanted to harvest it and claim for himself?
âiââ
he hesitated, your beady doe eyes looking at him so hopefully that it clenched his heart without mercy.
âi love youâŠâ he spoke softly. âbut i donât think you being with me would do you justice.â
you blinked, unsure if you should take that positively or negativelyâ
âbut i love you still⊠you know that.â
you looked at him.
âbut love in what way?â you responded.
because love you in the way of a friend or family member sure, and you knew kento did at least that much and wouldnât have spent so much time with you since the ages of eleven and fourteen if otherwise.
but did he love you?
âlove⊠in the way that makes me want to kiss you.â he tugged at the watch on his wrist, referencing to what you had said before. âand love in the way that makes me want to give everything i have to you honey.â
because he has. heâs been.
âreally?â you whispered, the wind completely knocked out of your lungs as he picked up his head to look at you, nodding.
kento opened his arms out for you then and you slowly pushed the covers off of you, crawling over and extending your arms to wrap around his abdomen, his around your shoulders while you tucked your face into his chest.
âbut i donât think you being with me would do you justice my loveâŠâ he repeated, and you frowned, already feeling your bottom lip wobble.
âwhy?â
âi have too much respect for you and your father.â he explained, caressing your hair through his fingers. âand i feel that iâm taking advantage of my position by being with you always⊠that iâm not giving you a chance to know what itâs like to be with someone elseââ
âi donât want anyone else.â you cut him off. âi donât need to explore to figure that out ken.â
you looked up at him, cheek mushed up against him. âyouâre with me always too⊠do you need a chance to know what itâs like to be with someone else?â
âno.â he shook his head. âno i absolutely do not.â
you giggled softly. âsee? then why would i need one?â
he stared down at you softly, a warm smile that could kill millions if he so let it on his face, and you blushed.Â
âi guess youâre right sweetheart.â
kento continued to run his big fingers through your hair, you dozing off a little at the soothing feeling.
âi donât think your father will be very happy knowing i love you.â
you grumbled. âwho cares what that old fart thinksââ
he snorted, lightly tapping your shoulder in a form of scolding, you laughing and holding him tighter.
âhe doesnât have to know for nowâŠâ you murmured. âand honestly i didnât even know you loved me so i think weâre okayââ
âiâm sorry?â he blinked. âi thought i made it somewhat⊠clear?â
âno!â you countered. âyou rejected every move i made ken⊠you had me basically begging for you.â
his brows pinched in guilt. âiâm sorry my love⊠i was doing it more for you than for me iâ ⊠i didnât have any ill intent behind it.â
âitâs okay ken.â you smiled cutely, pulling back and propping yourself up by your palms on your mattress, leaning and planting a sweet kiss to his cheek. âthough you couldâve just told me you had a begging kink i wouldâve understood and begged you to put your fingers in myââ
kentoâs eyes widened and he shut you up with a hand over your mouth, your muffled giggles seeping through as he shook his head.
âyou have the most vulgar mouth.â
you took his wrist and brought it away, your lips coming next to his ear.
âdo something about it then.â
he stilled.
âor do you want me to say what other things i want you to do to me?â
âenough you need to restââ he placed his hands on your waist with the intent to pull you back and lay you down to sleep⊠but he just couldnât do it, his grip shakily tightening instead.
âwhat i needâŠâ you slid your hands agonizingly slow up his chest and around his broad shoulders, your lips brushing against his with hot steamy desperate breaths fanning across each others faces. âis to know what itâs like to have your fingers in my mouth kenâŠâ
âdarling pleaseââ
ââi wanna lick all over themââ
he respects you... dear god kento respects you heâ he couldnât possibly indulge inâ
ââso i can show you how good i can suck and choke on your cockââ
kento mushed your cheeks together with his fingers and swallowed your lips up, you letting out a little squeak of surprise as his other unoccupied arm locked around your waist and pulled you flush against him, him hungrily kissing you and gulping down your humming moans of satisfaction as you hurriedly swung a leg over his thighs, straddling him.
you disconnected from his lips and pulled back, taking his hand and bringing it up to your mouth as you pushed him down on the mattress with your unoccupied one, kento looking up at you so hot and bothered and astonished as you hovered over him, plump precious lips wrapping around his index and ring finger and sensually sliding it deeper and deeper in your mouth across your wet tongue.
âjesus sweetheartâŠâ he breathed out, eyes entirely transfixed on the way your lips closed around his fingers entirely and sucked, your head pumping slowly and you delighted over how hard he felt underneath his slacks over something as just you sucking on his fingers.
âmâgonna suck your dick.â you spoke with a mouthful of his digits, and he sat up a little.
âmy darling you donâtâ you donât have to do that itâs alrightââ
you slid his fingers out of your mouth and pouted. âbut i want to⊠unless you donât want me to? or do you prefer someone else to do itââ
âwhat? stop that.â he shook his head, reaching up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear as you snickered, his hand coming down to cup your cheek. âiâm just worried about keeping you up⊠you have to get ready in a couple of hours.â
you shrugged, giving him a little grin.
âif itâs you and your big dick keeping me up i could care less.â
you swung your thighs off of his lap and stood momentarily, dropping down to your knees and positioning yourself in between his legsâ kentoâs rounded eyes and shaky breaths making you laugh a little as you reached for the buckle of his belt, tugging the clasp open and him helping you in slipping it off before reaching in his pants, a trembling but needyïżœïżœhand pulling out his thick cock and slowly pumping it.
kento wouldâve never thought youâd be kneeling in between his legs and about to do something heâd only fleetingly thought of, the sinful images quickly grabbed by him before he could materialize them in his head any further and tossed in the trash without looking back, embarrassed and awkwardly flustered that heâd thought of such a thing when you were usually just sitting there on your vanity desk dolling yourself up, or simply speaking to him.
he wouldâve never thought that the questions of being something more to you than just your bodyguard, would actually actualize itself, your pretty lips beginning to wrap around the tip of his cock and all he can think about is you and how many days he spent yearning for you, confusing it for uncertainty, and lying to himself before giving in to the fact that he did love you.Â
and very much so.
to kento, it was a privilege to undergo this intimate experience given by gracious you, and he only wished he didnât push it away for so many years and dismissed your obvious attempts.
for what was happening now, was heavenly compared to the fleeting thoughts he had tossed in the trash prior⊠and your pace was rapid, your deprived little mouth that had begged for him time and time again slurping the ever living soul out of him as he clenched his jaw to keep his moans in, afraid of your father or any of the other housekeeping staff hearing what was filthily happening inside your bedroomâ his face crossed over in pleasurable shock at how messy and drooly you were all over his dick without even allowing yourself the chance to breathe as you sucked.Â
âhoneyââ he heaved, swallowing hard as he gathered your hair up into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face. âsâslow down or youâll chokeââ
you didnât listen, your thighs clenching together to ease yourself a little as you sunk your mouth down and gagged, the tip of his cock lodged in the back of your throat so deliciously that he let out a string of rare curses from his lips.
you slurped back up and pulled off of his length with a pop, you sticking your tongue out and smiling too as you tapped his girthy dick on your tongue teasingly.
âbut i want to choke kenâŠâ you placed an open mouthed slutty kiss on the side. âand iâd like you to fuck my mouth too pleaseââ
âshitââ he cleared his throat, his balls feeling awfully full and heavy as you parted your lips and took him in again. âbut i could potentially harm youââ
you pulled off again. âkento i donât care just use me or iâll make youââ
he quickly gathered your soft hair again, leaned back on an elbow and shoved you back down, bucking his hips up and hitting your uvula so hard that you choked, eyes immediately watering and you moaning as he continued to buck his hips up and force you down, sloshing gurgling noises from you fueling his every being with ecstasy, throwing his head back and eyelids fluttering closed.
âyou have such a dirty mouth sweetheartâŠâ he grunted. âwhere did you learn that from? huh?â
you tried to respond, his relentless hip thrusting and filling your mouth up preventing you from getting anything out besides choking noises and spit, kento picking his head back up and looking at you with half lidded eyes.
âi hope youâre not speaking to other little dumb boys with it and teasing them the way you tease meâŠâ
you tried to shake your head no and get it across that you absolutely were notâ that you were physically repulsed by any other man making moves on you in your life because they were never him⊠but his big cock stuffing your throat was drowning out your every attempt so good that you couldnât.
âno?â a little dazed smile played at his lips, his abdomen tightening and signifying that he was about to blow his entire pent up load in your mouth. âgood honey⊠i donât want you wasting your time.â
he bucked his hips up faster and forced your head down deeper, his panting and low grumbling moans making you fucking wild as you tried your best to take all of him and suck him, tears from how many times you gagged and choked trickling down your cheeks and you not giving a single fuck and pushing through, noticing that kentoâs increased fidgeting and gasping was a signal that he was probably close.
and when you felt him loosen his grip on your hair, gently trying to pry you off so that he could cum somewhere else and not in your throat like the little gentlemen that he was, you slipped your mouth down again and held yourself firm, lips pumping up and down as you jerked him alongside, kento running a hand down the side of his cheek with eyes screwed tightly shut.
âdarling i feelââ he quickly sat up, his expensive watch glistening against the moonlight as his hand fell over his heart. âi feel my release let meââ
he pushed at your shoulders gently and you refused, continuing to suck him off and drive him to the edge until a low gutting groan left his lips, you squeaking as he suddenly went feral and pushed the back of your head down and filled your throat up with his cum, sputtering and swallowing down as much as you could while he held you there.
âchrist iâm sorryââ he let you go and you came off of him, gasping for air and with a mix of cum and drool seeping down your chin as you fell back on your ass, your chest moving erratically as you tried to catch your breath.
kento immediately stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped it up, standing and placing his hands on your waist as he easily picked you up off the floor and sat you down next to him on the bed, concerned tumblings over your well being falling from his mouth as he moved your disheveled hair away from your face.
âhoney i canât tell you how sorry i amâŠâ he dug into his blazer for his handkerchief, your tongue lapping up the excess drool and cum from your chin as his cheeks went red over you doing that, quickly stepping in and wiping off the rest for you.
âsorry for what ken?â you hummed, your voice a little hoarse and making kento feel guiltier as he sighed, placing the handkerchief down on your nightstand.Â
âfor abusing your throat y/nâŠâ he spoke gently, ushering you to bed again as he pulled back the covers. âi wasnât letting you breatheââ
âbut i liked it.â you countered softly, crawling to your pillow and planting a tender little kiss to his cheek on your way, settling under the covers. âi asked you to use me baby⊠and you did just that! good job!â
kento playfully rolled his eyes and brought your blankets up to your chest.Â
âyes but i couldâve done it in a better way.â
âin a better way likeeeâŠ?â you grinned cheekily. âlike sex? well then you shouldâve just asked ken i can take off myââ
you sat up and began unbuttoning your top, kentoâs hands shooting out and stopping you midway as he flusteredly buttoned it back up, you laughing.
âplease sweetheart you need to rest⊠itâs nearly six in the morning.âÂ
you groaned and plopped back down on your pillow. âjust tell the monroeâs iâm sick. iâd rather be getting dicked down by you than drinking tea with themââ
âalright okay okayââ he brought the covers back up over you with an amused shy smile. âweâll talk more about it tomorrow. at the monroeâs.â
you huffed and turned your back to him, kento chuckling before leaning over and placing a delicate lingering kiss on your temple, a slow sleepy smile crossing your face as you relished in the fact that he actually loved you⊠your fear of him seeing you as nothing more than just a spoiled brat quickly dissipating from the second he uttered his bashful but yet authentic confession to you.
you had been living in absolute worry and defiance and frustrating yourself when that wasnât necessary at allâ kento was just a gentlemen, a man, and his apprehensions for indulging in something more between the two of you were very real and valid and you understood⊠but you also didnât care, your stubborn unruly (and spoiledâŠ) personality and mind wanting nothing more than just kento.
and as long as you had him by your side, you didnât care about anything else.
even when you had only gotten a total of a solid two hours of sleep before you had to wake up for brunch with the monroeâs, you didnât care about that either, because kento was the one to wake you up with a soft hand down your back and gentle murmurs that slowly eased you awake, him delivering you a warm cup of hot chocolate for the morning because he knew you werenât the biggest fan of coffee, and the brunch itself not seeming so bad too since you knew he would be there with you through the entire thing.
your newest biggest fear now though⊠was what your father would say once you told him.Â
âare these alright for your hair miss y/n?â
you stopped applying your eyeshadow for a moment and turned your body from your bench seat, a tray of cute shiny pearled up bobby pins that you had requested a week prior sitting neat and ready for you, you looking up and smiling sweetly at your housekeeping staff.
âoh yes! these are beautiful thank you!â
she nodded. âdo you need help putting these in? or are you okay?â
âiâm okay! if anything iâll just ask kento hehe.â
she laughed softly, nodding again before placing the little tray down next to you on your vanity desk and turning to leave, passing by none other than kento on her way as he peaked through your door, giving your housekeeping staff a polite smile and allowing her to pass through first, making his way inside your bedroom once she left.
a cup of misty tea was carefully placed next to you on your desk, and you moved your eyeshadow brush away from your face again to see kento looking down at you with a kind grin, you instantly brightening up and scooching down on your seat to give him a little room to sit with you.
âyou didnât have to bring me this ken you gave me hot chocolate this morning!â
your voice was still a bit hoarse, and thatâs precisely why he brought you hot tea to begin with, sighing softly through his nose as he sat down on the other side of your bench next to you.
âitâs for your throat honey.â you continued to buff out your eyeshadow, putting your brush away upon finishing and reaching up to fiddle with your bun, taking a few strands out for a more candid look. âhow do you feel?â
âhorny.â
kento went into a coughing fit and you laughed, his reactions to your ludicrousy always being a favorite of yours as you pecked his cheek in apology.
âsorry sorryââ you wiped the gloss you got on him off of his chiseled cheek, picking up your little tea cup after and taking a sip. âi mean itâs true i want your dick inside of me butââ
âdarling.â
âokay!â you set your tea cup down, grumpily took some of your pearl bobby pins from the tray and started sticking them in your hair. âjust say you donât want to have sex with me itâs fineââ
âthat is not what iâm saying whatsoeverââ
âyou refused to have sex with me last night and youâre doing it again right now mph!ââ
he clasped a big hand over your mouth and pulled your head in, bringing his lips to your ear.
âthere is nothing more i want than to be inside of you and split your warm little cunt open.â
your eyes blew out in shock.
âso enough or you wonât get anything.â
he turned your head to make you look at him directly.
âunderstood?â
you quickly nodded and he lowered his hand, grabbing one of yours and kissing the back of it before standing and walking to the door.
âyour father wants you in the car with me in twenty minutes sweetheart. iâll wait for you there.â
you watched him click the door shut behind him and you spun your head back around to face the mirror, shakily moving some strands away and quickly fanning yourself in attempts at calming the fuck down, completely thrown off course on what you were supposed to do next in your routine as you couldnât even remember what you had just done.
because kento had a secret feral mouth that you had no idea of until nowâŠ
and you wanted to hear it again.
eventually you gathered yourself up and finished putting the rest of your bobby pin pearls in your hair, shuffling around in your room looking for your chiffon scarf and breathing out a sigh of relief once you caught sight of its pastel yellow fabric, it matching your summery dress and peeking from your bed as you snatched it and looped it around your upper arms, the fabric falling gracefully in a low curve behind you as you grabbed your clutch and made your way out the door.
you didnât know what energy to exactly expect from the car ride as you trotted down your staircase and out to his car, but you were nonetheless still surprised to see that kento carried on like he didnât just mutter in your ear that he wanted to rearrange your guts and for you to behave, you blinking at him and perplexed when he just went on about what things to pay attention to that the girls say because he knew your father would ask you about that certain topic later, not wanting you to get in trouble and an earful if you werenât able to answer his questions about it.
and you were still perplexed upon arriving at the monroeâs estateâ their place of living the only thing you really liked about the yearly brunches, as they lived in what looked like a fucking english regency palace instead of the plain modernized mansions you were accustomed to (including yoursâŠ), and you couldnât help but feel a little jealous each year of the wonderful labyrinth the monroeâs had, an endless place of history and poise that your own home very much lacked.
but as beautiful as their estate was, it still didnât make up for the absolute bitches that lived in it.
âken if you turn this car around right now i will do absolutely anything you say and not go to any parties for two months instead of just oneââ
he chuckled loudly and shook his head, rounding their grand water fountain that sat extravagantly in the center of their lawn outside, other sleek cars already parked in the front.Â
âitâs just for a couple of hours honey.â he parked the car and turned off the ignition, unbuckling his seatbelt. âjust indulge in their conversations for a while⊠and listen please. your father will ask about it later.â
kento shut the door as you unbuckled your seatbelt, him opening yours on the other side while offering a hand out for you to take, you gratefully doing so with a stoic dead look on your face as you kept your eyes locked to the grabble below.
âthey donât even like me.â you muttered, flashing a polite smile to the housekeeping staff that was waiting up ahead, walking up the steps. âthe monroeâs and their girl friends donât even like each other theyâre all just a bunch of fakeââ
ây/n!â
both of your heads shot up just as you entered the estate, the eldest of the monroe sisters trodding up to you with a smile.
âitâs good to see you!â her eyes shifted to kento. âand with nanami. of course.â
bitch.
âmhm! yup!â you exchanged polite hugs and stepped back. âare the rest of the girls here?â
âyes they just got here actually! theyâre all out in the garden with my sisters i was just heading there now!â
âgreat! iâll see myself then, you go on ahead.â you tightly smiled, and she shrugged, bidding you a âsee you laterâ before disappearing off into the depths of her home, you slowly turning around with a stressed out twitch in your eye but faltering when kento wasnât behind you like you thought he was.
you spun around as your tried to look for him, gaze scanning the area to find him and stopping once you did, your brows furrowing in confusion upon seeing him at the other side of the corridor staring at something.
you slowly began walking down, eyes locked on what he was looking at and it making you stop in your tracks next to him once you got close enough to see.
the wall in front of you was littered with wedding photos of the monroe sisters parents and the generations beforeâ the ceremony, cake cutting, pictures of their first dance, and singular portraits of various brides and grooms on their wedding days scattered about with smiles on their faces, all things kento was just staring at without any indication in his expression that could let you know as to what was going on in his head.
âken?â you asked softly, and he looked to you.
âoh iâm sorry.â he glanced at his watch. âare you ready to head out into the garden?â
âyâyeahâŠâ your eyes switched back to the wall ahead.
âyou were looking at their wedding photos?â you smiled. âtheyâre cute huh? i look at them too every time we come.â
he nodded, placing a hand on your lower back to lead you away from the wall and towards the garden again.Â
âi was only curious.â he spoke. âthereâs an awful large amount of them.â
you snorted in agreement and continued walking, feeling like there was something he was thinking about and not telling youâ you looking to the garden entrance ahead then deciding to take a peek at kento again through the corner of your eye, you suddenly finding him looking over his shoulder at the portraits still.
and your eyes softened.
you slowed down and reached up, gently turning his head from the portraits to you.
âwhatâs wrong ken?â you looked over at the wall and back to him. âwhy do you keep looking at the pictures?â
âohâ i didnât realize.â he readjusted his yellow lensed sunglasses and continued ushering you on with a hand on your back.Â
you frowned.
âken you wouldnât look at something for that long without any reasoning behind itâŠâ
âitâs truly nothing.â he responded simply, the both of you entering the garden now and drawing nearer to the long table set up amidst a bed of roses and daisies, the rest of the girls beginning to take their seats. âenjoy your brunch darling.â
âno! butââ
âitâs alright go say helloââ
âiâd rather actually rotââ
âhello y/n!â
you stopped fidgeting and dropped your arms, another tight smile on your face as you greeted the youngest monroe sister from the table, deciding to ignore kentoâs chuckling from behind you and walk up, taking a seat with the rest of them and looking over the extravagantly set up table for anything to stuff your face withâ it filled with little pastries and appetizers from top to bottom, a pretty strawberry shortcake cake in the middle surrounded by a tier of cupcakes and scones, little baked sandwich platters, and a porcelain tea cup set at each of your designated seats to enjoy.
you lightened up a little over all of the cute details and selections, forgetting that the monroeâs always knew how to put on a lovely brunch for all of you every year as you extended an arm, grabbing the nearest tea pot and carefully pouring the steaming liquid in your cup.
âgirls! just the other day my father bought me another set of those diamond jewels from the franziskaâs!â
thatâs why youâd always forget.
the rest of them gushed and looked around the table to the eldest monroe, her neck clad in a pretty diamond necklace with matching earrings and rings.
âi know right? i had lost my previous set while swimming in the lake and my staff couldnât find them.â
âoh that happened to me once.â one of their girlfriends piped up. âit was an exclusive emerald set from europe⊠only one in the entire world made!â
the rest of the girls gasped and murmured.
âi had my staff looking in the lake all day and night for three days until one of them finally found it!â
âoh thank god!â the middle monroe sister breathed out. âi wouldâve absolutely hated to lose those! especially since theyâre a one of a kind!â
âmhm yup! and you know what else actually? just the other day i found out francisâ you know the girl from the faltis family?â
the girls faces turned knowing and they eagerly nodded.
âi found out she was asking up and down various jewelry shops and makers for my emerald set!â
they all gasped.
âyouâre kidding!â
âno! the girl either wanted to copy me or make the same exact set to still copy me.â
âoh! that sleazyââ
you completely tuned them out beyond this point, your brain literally pulsing with the stupidest shit you had ever come across to hearing in your life, choosing to sit there and enjoy the weather and pretty cherry blossoms around you as you ate a cranberry scone and thought about the things you wanted to do for the weekend.
itâs not like you were a total opposite from the rest of the girls.
you too liked jewels and pretty things, luxury branded vehicles and a little bit of gossip here and there.
but it was the way they talked about it and handled each thing was what aggravated you the most.
they were ungrateful, greedy, and bitchyâ no other girl that was a loose connection from them allowed to have the same jewelry set as theirs, the same set of friends as theirs, or the same set of dresses for your monthly bashes and dinner parties as theirs, turning utterly nasty if they so even got a glance of someone else having the same thing as them.
all things that were pointless and unrighteous to be upset about.
and just for the sake of keeping your father from putting your head on a stick, you remained civil with them and refrained from wearing anything similar to theirs at an event if you knew they would be in attendance.
but it was easy, for your taste was completely different than the lot of them, and you preferred pearls anyway over any kind of diamond or emerald or sapphire jewel piece.
âoh! and you know what i heard?â another girl friend spoke up. âakio from the corvus family has a little crush on miss y/n over there!â
kentoâs ears perked up.
you jumped upon hearing your name, the rest of the girls gushing and âooingâ as they turned their attention to you.
âiâm sorry what? who?â
âakio!â she laughed. âthat man is obsessed with you! he asks for you at every single gathering.â
akio?Â
akio⊠akioâŠ
âthe one that looks like a toad?â
the girls laughed at your comment, covering their mouths or learning forward as you just blinked at them, unaware of how what you said was so funny.
âoh youâre too much!â the youngest monroe waved you off. âyes him! any time he sees any of us at an event he always asks if youâre there with us.â
âyou know what yes!â the eldest exclaimed. âi heard he wanted to strike up a proposal with your father! i think he already did!â
you dropped the cupcake you were holding.
and kento froze.
âaâ aâ propoââ
âoh my god congratulations y/n!â
âlucky you!â
âoh a bride already!ââ
you turned in your seat to look at kento, but he was looking the other way, an unreadable expression on his face.
you turned back to the girls.
âis this a rumor or itâs actually happening?â you asked. âi donât want to get married to him!â
they laughed again.
âwhy not?! yes heâs ugly but that man is loaded. has money to last him and you entirely without having to work a day in your lives!â
your blood ran cold, because anything you knew that was ordered by your father, was bible.
a housekeeping kitchen staff came around then and refilled a few platters of pastries and appetizers.
âahh youâre so fortunate y/n!â one of the girl friends gushed. âiâd love to be wed to a man with money like akio⊠i could care less what he looks like!â
âyou can have him.â you quickly sputtered, and they laughed again. âno seriously i donât want him take him pleaseââ
âoh donât be silly!â the youngest monroe sister waved you off. âakio wants you. heâs kind of creepy about it too.â
âwhy me?!â you whined. âiâve only spoken to him a handful of timesââ
âwhy donât you ask him at the dinner party youâre hosting next week? iâm pretty sure heâs going!â another girl friend spoke up. âi have a feeling heâs gonna propose to you there.â
you propped your elbow up on the table and placed a hand on your forehead in misery, feeling like you were living in a total nightmare.
âiâd honestly rather go broke.â
they all burst out laughing again.
what the hell was so funny?
âyouâre too much!â the middle monroe sister gasped. âjust give him a chance! once you see all the things he can buy for you, youâll change your mind. plus⊠i think itâd be nice to have a break from mr. nanami donât you think?â
you picked your head up.
ââŠkento?â
âuh huh!â the eldest continued. âgod that must be exhausting having him around watching over you like that⊠itâs like heâs babysitting you. must be tiresome for him too.â
babysitting?
âwith you and akioâs marriage iâm sure heâll dismiss nanamiâs services, and you can go your separate ways finally!â
âbutââ
âand mr. nanami sure is handsome too.â another girl piped up with a hushed voice. âheâll find a rich girl to settle down with in no timeââ
âoh thatâd be so great!ââ
you abruptly stood, the silverware and tea cups clattering as you did so, the rest of them falling silent.
âsorry. excuse me.â you mumbled, eyes casted downward as you moved around your chair and off to the side, the girls shrugging and uncaring as they proceeded to babble on about other nonsense as you walked ahead, further and further away from the table and the chattering and through the garden, passing by several other flower beds of orchards and sunflowers until you reached the little duck pond by the end of the garden.
you stopped and sighed, bitterly crossing your arms and damning your father for ever discussing something as serious as marriage without your consent, marrying you off basically, or even lacking giving you a god damn warning before you came to brunch todayâ you and your father both knowing how much of a blabber mouth all of the girls were and how much they fed off of gossip like that.
you felt like a fucking idiot.
and who the hell was akio exactly? you knew of him and kind of had an idea of what he looked like, but you never really paid attention whenever he came up to talk to you at events or parties, his face almost entirely blurry in your mind besides the obvious features he had that did in fact make him look like a damn toad.
and another thing that was obvious too, was how creepy he was.
the only thing the monroeâs shit talking got right.
âhoney?â
you didnât need to turn around to know who it was.
âhi ken.â
the rustling of grass filled the otherwise peaceful ambience as he stepped beside you, the both of you looking out ahead over the sparkling duck pond.
âare you alright?â
you nodded.
âi know youâre not alright i can see it.â he readjusted his lenses. âiâm assuming it has to do with the information the monroeâs told you?â
âiâm being married off ken.â you mumbled, eyes switching to him. âhow are you so calm about this?â
âoh iâm not.â he spoke simply. âiâm quite agitated actually.â
you faltered, eyes falling down.
âiâve always respected your father ever since we were young. and every choice he made with you i always agreed that it was what was best for you.â
you listened.
âbut i canâtââ he paused. â⊠i canât see how this is best for you. and i donât know if itâs because i love you and iâm being selfish or if it actually is whatâs best for you⊠so my thinking isâ adhered.â
âhow can marrying me off like the fucking renaissance period be whatâs best for me?â you muttered, and he chuckled softly.
âand i love you, kento.â you continued. âmy thinkingâs also messed up.â
he placed a hand on your lower back and gently nudged you to him, you complying and falling into his side, wrapping your arms around him.
âitâs your choice y/n.â he spoke softly. âi know akio isnât⊠the greatest. but heâs qualified to be your husband.â
your eyes widened.
âwhat are you saying? what aboutâ what about you?â
he looked down, a sad smile on his face.
âiâll stay for as long as you need me sweetheart.â
the ducks fluttering wings from the pond ahead filled the silence, tranquil splashes of water that followed after their every move with little quacks and hoots.
âso youâre just gonna give me away.â you mumbled. âjust like that. easy peasy. who caresââ
ânoââ
âi want you to be my husband ken.â
he gave you a deadpanned look.
âdarling donât joke about things like thatââ
âoh iâm not joking.â you separated from him, frustration swirling in your chest. âwhy is it always considered a joke to you when i talk about being with you?â
he paused, sighing a little through his nose.
âi feel incredibly lucky that a woman like you could envision a life with me.â he spoke. âbut iâm also aware that iâm very⊠boring. iâd feel it wrong to tie you down to a life without excitement like the one you live now.â
kento slipped an arm around your waist and brought you back in again.
âakio seems to be more like you⊠maybe you could learn to get along.â
your lip began to wobble, and kentoâs eyes softened.Â
âsweetheaââ
âi donât care about any of that stuff.â you sniffled, wiping your cheeks. âyou of all people should know thisââ
âdonât cry please youâll ruin your hard workïżœïżœïżœâ
kento dug into his blazer and pulled out a little handkerchief, carefully patting down your face.
âyes i like to go out a lot but so what? itâs not something thatâs a part of me itâs just something i like to do.â
you took the handkerchief from him and pressed it into the corner of your eye.Â
âyouâre a part of me ken⊠and i want a life with you, iâve known since i was freaking sixteen. i donât need it spelled out for me.â
kento swallowed.
heâd always admired how stubborn you were, because to him it meant a strong mind and an ambitious drive in contrast to the negative connotation that that word seemed to haveâ things that were absolutely who you were and why he fell in love with you in the first place, and why you were such a gem.
but he worried still that youâd regret it and change your mind.
that he wouldnât be able to live up to your lifestyle and your wants and needs, and that youâd get bored of him⊠leaving in the end.
kento doesnât think he could bare the thought of you leaving him, much like how he couldnât bare the thought of you marrying akio either.
but if it meant what was best for you, then so be it⊠except it wasnât.Â
he was sure of it.
âyouâre a part of me as well.â he murmured. âiâm sure you know thatââ
âi donât.â you grumbled, and he chuckled. âyouâre always switching up on me with your rejections and then your confessions iâm confusedââ
kento silenced you with a kiss to your lips, his big hands on either sides of your face as your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his built frame, your arms snaking around his neck and his bringing you closer by the waist as you tenderly deepened the kissâ soft lips smacking and moving with such love that it almost made you cry again.
âiâm sorry.â he pulled back, whispering against your lips. âitâs completely unfair to youââ
âsâokay ken.â you whispered back, the cutest smile he had even seen in his life on your face. âiâll forgive you if you keep kissing me.â
âdeal.â
your lips mushed up against each others once more, kento breathing you in and relishing in the feeling of your body pressed up against his, his hands slowly roaming around from your waist to your sidesâ still trying to be respectful of his hand placement until you took one of them and lowered it to your ass cheek with a squeeze, him laughing against your lips.
you were so silly.
silly and bright and spontaneous and beautiful, today another reminder from countless others with your frilly pastel yellow sundress and the pearls in your hair, your entity different from the rest of the women heâd come to know and thankful that he was lucky enough to have grown with you.
to have protected you.Â
and the both of you were relieved to see that the monroe sisters and their girl friends didnât seem to care where you two had ventured off to, for you didnât know how long you were gone either as you approached the table againâ the dessert piles, scones, and strawberry shortcake cake nearly nonexistent, you taking a seat again and secretly reapplying your lipgloss since kento had basically sucked it off of your face, your cheeks pinky and the butterflies in your stomach running rampant.
you were glad then that the monroeâs and their minions were such dim witted bitches too, because their level of self-absorption inhibited them from knowing or picking up on any clues of what could have transpired between you and kento in the garden, them immediately going to you upon arrival and chatting up a storm about mindless things again like you had never left the table to begin with.
but all you could think about was what you were going to tell you father about akio.
and you didnât want to think about it honestly⊠because you knew there was a strong chance of you getting literally violent and landing yourself in deeper shit with him than ever before.
that didnât matter either though if it meant being with kento⊠and for real this time. the thought of simply just him giving you the push that you needed to trudge up your grand staircase once you got home from brunch, kento trailing behind you and pleading with you to take a little breather before going in to speak with your father, but you absolutely done over the situation seeing as he only ever saw you as a thing and not his daughter if he was willing to marry you off like that.
âmy love please relaxââ
you stopped in front of your fathers study and knocked curtly, ignoring kentoâs words.
âcome in.â
you pushed down the handle and walked through, kento following close behind you and clicking the door closed as you stepped to the front of your fathers desk, your arms crossed.
âah y/n. nanami.â he looked up from his documents, eyes switching between the two of you. âhow was brunch with the monroeâs?â
âgood.â you replied.
âwas the food selection still as grandiose as always?â he looked back down at his paperwork.
âmhm.â you crossed your arms. âthey had strawberry shortcake cake this year.â
he hummed. âthe monroeâs always know how to put on a good event donât they? for their daughters? and how are they by the wââ
âtheyâre fine.â you cut him off sharply. âbut you know what isnât fine?â
he eyed you.
âwhat?â
âthat youâre marrying me off to akioââ
he sighed loudly and placed his documents flat on his desk, leaning forward and wringing his hands together to rest on the surface.
âheâs a good prospect.â he began. âhe came up to me with some very impressive ideas about the future of my business, and also how much he was interested in you.â
you scoffed. âso this is what the arrangement is about? your business?â
âi thought you would be happy about this?â he extended his hands out lazily. âakio comes from a wealthy background. youâll be taken care of in whatever you need and heâs qualified to take over my business once the time comesââ
hurt flashed across your face.
âwhy would you consider akio taking over your business and not your daughter?â
he laughed humorously, shuffling some papers about mindlessly on his desk.
ây/n you canât possibly think that iâd consider you to take leadership over my business.â
âand why the hell not?â
his eyes narrowed.
âbecause youâre incompetent.â he spoke harshly. âyou donât know the meaning of responsibility, youâre stubborn, youâre spoiled, and all that you concern yourself with is parties and outings. you think i would allow you anywhere near my business?â
with each insult and jab that was thrown in your face, the blurrier and blurrier your vision got, you desperately trying to blink your tears back and put on a brave front, but finding it difficult when it was your own father that was dumbing you down to nothing.
âyouâre not ready for anything like this and i donât think you will ever be.â he stood up from his chair. âiâm thinking of whatâs good for you and youâre being ungrateful yet again with your complaintsââ
âsir with all due respect please try to see where sheâs coming from.â kento interjected. âiâm sure she has the future of your business in her best interests, but marrying her off to someone she doesnât know very well is upsetting herââ
âsheâs never had any interest in the state of my business son you and i both know thatââ
âsir sheâs an extremely capable woman and independent i assure you her contribution to the business would serve prosperityââ
your father scoffed. âthere is no prosperity with her. all she brings is disorder and foolery and i appreciate you trying to vouch for her butââ
âplease if youâd just give her a chanceââ
âiâd give you more of a chance over herââ
âthen give the company to kento!â you yelled, the both of them snapping their heads to you and kentoâs eyes widening. âi could care less what you think of me everything you told me isnât new fucking informationââ
âyoung lady languageââ
ââiâm not here to try and convince you to give me the business thatâs not what iâm here for.â you spat. âbut donât you dare stand there and say that iâve never cared about the state of it when thatâs bullshit.â
kento placed a hand on your shoulder and you shook it off.
âgive the company to kento.â you repeated firmly. âif you give it to akio heâll run your business to the ground and you know that.â
âand how would you know he isnât qualifiedââ
âare you kidding?â you shook your head incredulously. âakio is a little dumb boy who goes to his daddy for help any chance he gets because he canât do anything for himself. he puts on a show about how heâs this mature experienced man when heâs nothing but a joke.â
âi thought you said you barely knew him?â your father asked. âwhere is this information coming from?â
âthe monroe sisters.â you spat. âtheyâre blabbermouths and their opinions are garbage, but their gossip is always truthful.â
itâs how you found out about the arranged proposal after all.
âiâm stubborn, iâm spoiled, iâm too stupid to handle anything for myself iâm helplessâ fine. whatever you say but him?ââ
you pointed to kento.
âheâs the most qualified for this position and you and i both know that.â
ây/n noââ kento tried to interject again, but you cut him off.
âheâs seen you handle the business since he was fourteen and knows it inside and out and just as much as you do. any task youâve ever given him heâs gotten it done and more and i assure you that the business will flourish if you give it to him.â
you stepped forward, your father standing there with a neutral expression.
âbelieve it or not i care about what you worked so hard for to create, and i care about you, and regardless of what you think of me and the fact that youâve shown me the complete opposite, itâd kill me to see akio ruin all of it.â
you wiped your cheeks and continued as you turned around, making your way to the other side of your fatherâs study.Â
âkentoâs a good man. everything will be in good hands with him.â
you threw open the door and stomped out.
âand iâm not marrying akio!ââ
ây/n return at onceââ
âsir i advise you toââ
your father and kentoâs words drowned out the further down the hallway you got, tears spilling from your eyes now that you were away from it all as your heels hastily clicked against the shiny marble flooring, quiet sobs racking through your body.
you spouting repeatedly how you didnât care what your father thought about you was a complete lie.
because you very much did care⊠you always have. and no matter how hard you tried to prove to him that you were capable of more than just parties and brunches and pearls and pretty dresses and shoes and cars, it was never enough.Â
you were never enough.
ây/nââ
kento distantly burst out from your fatherâs study and quickly strode up to you, concern etched all over his face as you shook off your chiffon scarf and chucked it somewhere behind you in frustration.Â
âmy darlingââ kento picked up the long piece of fabric and continued on after you. âmy darling iâm so sorryââ
âi need to be alone ken.â you sobbed. âiâm sorry too i just need to be aloneââ
âi refuse to leaveââ
you slammed your bedroom door shut and kento picked up the pace, his eyes big in alarm at the sound of tumbling and thudding in your room as he stopped in front of your door, swinging it open to reveal you on the other side throwing your heels across the room along with several other pairs and things, your pretty pearls and jewels flying as he stood there in shock.
kento caught sight of you picking up your favorite porcelain flower vase amidst your rage to throw, him quickly stepping in and snatching it from you and fighting your thrashing as he held you to himself.
âkento stop it!ââ
he placed the vase safely on your vanity desk and spun you around, his arms grabbing your shoulders tightly as he bent down to your level.
âsweetheart breathe pleaseââÂ
he hurriedly snagged off his cream colored blazer and tossed it off to the side, leaving him in his blue button up and suspenders as he rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands back on your shoulders.
âheyâ itâs alright.â his hazel eyes frantically darted over every corner of your face, him snatching off his lenses now and tossing them. âitâs alright breathe for me y/n pleaseââ
you could only sob, your mascara stained cheeks and heartbroken expression crumbling and ripping kento to pieces as he looked at you, his hands coming up to cup and caress your wet face.
âeverything he said was the farthest thing from the truth donât let it upset you like thisââ
âno but heâs right heâs right!â you sobbed. âiâm useless i canât do shit for myself and iâd probably be off somewhere dead in a ditch if it wasnât for youââ
âdo not say things like thatââ
âkento you canât be with me.â
he faltered. âiâm sorry?â
âyou canât be with me itâs embarrassing to be with me youâre better off with someone whoâs capable and responsible like you i just bring you downââ
âstop that iâm serious i wonât ask againââ
âno kento youâre not listening!â you cried, your shoulders violently shaking. âyouâre a good man. youâre such a good man and youâre way too good for me and i donât deserve to be with you you canât keep babysitting me like thisââ
âhow could you ever possibly say these things about yourself?â he shook his head. âhow could you ever say that youâre too good for me when itâs the other way around?â
your eyes narrowed.
âno itâs not donât give me thatââ
âyour father is full of shit.â
your mouth snapped shut.
kento never badmouthed your father no matter what it was, and he also never cussed so forceful and purposeful no matter the situation.
âheâs always been too hard on you and too stoic for reasons that i will never understand nor ever agree with.â
he leaned closer.
âdo not upset yourself over the things he said any longer and do not worry about your marriage arrangement with akio.â
âkenââ
âdo not think about the pearls you just threw over your balcony do not worry about anythingâ i will take care of it.â
âiââ
âi love you and i will take care of it.â
you continued to cry, letting your body slump wholly against his as he caught you and held you tight.
âplease.. i beg you darling to believe me when i say that you are the most capable woman i know.â he spoke against your ear, his chest aching over your soft sobbing. âyouâre witty and youâre intelligent and youâve come so far simply because of who you are and the way you carry yourself. itâs a shame your father canât see that.â
âno one can see thatââ
âi can see it. everybody else can see it too and iâve been around you all my life to testify for it.âÂ
you sniffled, burying your face in his neck.
âbelieve me my loveâŠâ he ran a soothing hand down your back. âyouâre everything. youâre an asset. donât let your fatherâs words take that away.â
you sniffled a little, standing there silent as your hiccups and sobs settled down gradually, your heart beating prominently against your ribs at kentoâs sweet murmurings and affection, because though your fathers actions and decisions were bible, so were kentoâs words.
he was a good man.
âthank you.â you mumbled, and he nodded, gently guiding you to your bed to sit.
âiâll take care of you sweetheart.â he pulled back and placed a soft kiss to your lips. âi promise you.â
you smiled a little, a small warm gleam in your eyes as you sniffed and nodded.
âokay ken.â
words didnât need to be said between the two of you to know the unconditional love you both had for each other, one that was born and bred and made a fact upon your lives crossing paths through fated connections, and strengthened from the day kento decided to be your bodyguard and protect you with everything that he had.
and words didnât need to be said between the two of you as you both fell in each otherâs soft embraces either, kissing with lingering hands and bated breaths as kento delicately laid you back on your bed after a moment of soft chattering, him making sure you were okay, and scattering hungry open mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck and your body language alone with your needy whines enough of an indicator to him that you needed all of him, just as much as he needed all of you, his calloused hands undressing you and worshipping your bare body and everything that you were.
skin to skin contact that was hot to the touch, your arms that barely reached around his broad built shoulders trembling as kento made love to you that night, foreheads resting against each others as he pumped slowly and intimately in and out from inside you, your gasps catching themselves in your throat and him moaning with every thrust and snap of his hips that sent you down a ditzy fucked out road that you never wanted to back track from.
and kento treated you like a delicate little pearl all while at the same time desperately marking and bruising you up with hickeys and bites, afraid from the start that he would accidentally cross the line and hurt you due to his size, but you reassuring him with your perfect smile and pretty face while whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he filled you full, him swallowing you whole and man handling you so much to the point where he had to have you biting down on his tie to keep you quiet while he fucked you senseless.
everything about it was meaningful and cherished and nothing like youâd ever experienced before in your lifeâ a night you wanted to remember for as long as you lived and prayed that you got to repeat over and over againâŠÂ with him.
with kento and kento only.
he was the only man capable of simmering down your tears and making you feel so much better about a situation as horrid as the one that transpired, and he was the only man that was capable of getting you to listen when you didnât want to, an incredible talent in itself that spoke volumes in how much of a gentle and kind and reliable person he was⊠and you only hoped that you provided him with things of the same caliber.
and the thought of that only amplified upon you waking up to find that kento wasnât next to you in your bed the next morning⊠when you clearly remembered falling asleep in his big arms the night before.
you slowly sat up, one tired eye peeking over at the vacant spot next you and around the room, finding nothing and honestly feeling a little down about his disappearance as you groggily got out of bed.
maybe he went to eat breakfast? or get a cup of coffee?
you continued on anyways with your morning and freshened up for the day, your legs nearly giving out and sore in the shower due to the pounding he gave youâ skin tender and purple under the running water and you loving every mark, shrugging and getting ready quicker than normal so you could finally see kento downstairs to share a little smooch or two with him.
you zoomed through styling your hair and doing your makeup before spritzing a bit of perfume, not bothering to locate your phone before you opened the door to your bedroom and stepped out, bidding your usual good mornings to your housekeeping staff as you skipped down the grand staircase and over to the kitchen, a place he was usually at if not already with you in your room.
but he wasnât there.
and you frowned.
where was he?
you spent a total of thirty minutes looking for kentoâ practically turning your mansion upside down and even sticking your head in rooms you had never stepped foot in before, your mind fucking confused and worried that you couldnât locate him anywhere and that your staff didnât even know where he was when you asked, for him doing something like this was completely unheard of.
upon going back upstairs, you speedily walked past your fathers study and stopped.
could he be in there�
but your father was for sure in there, and you couldnât stand the thought of speaking or even looking at him at the moment without fury clouding your judgement again.
but kento could be in thereâŠ
you took a deep breath and walked back to your fathers door, hesitantly knocking gently.
âcome in.â
you pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it behind you before turning around and shoulders slumping when you didnât spot him in here either.
dammit.
âgood morning.â your father spoke. âwhat can i do for you? itâs rather early for you to be stopping by.â
âoh yeah sorry i justââ you played with the ends of your hair. âi was just looking for kento⊠i thought he mightâve been in here.â
he shook his head.
âheâs not. he left.â
you froze.
âheâ what?â
âhe left.â you father repeated. ânanami stepped down from the position of being your bodyguard earlier today. he left a couple of hours ago.â
what the fuck?
âi donâtââ you tightly gripped the table next to you, balancing yourself. âi donât understandââ
âyouâll be assigned a new bodyguard within the next coming weekââ
âdid he say why?â you breathed out. âdid he say anything at all?â
your fathers eyes scanned you.
âamongst various other things, he said he simply couldnât fulfill that position anymore.â
âdid you fire him?!â
he scoffed. âdonât be ridiculous y/n i would never do something like that to nanami. i tried to get him to reconsider.â
holy fucking shit.
kento quit? kento left? kento left you?
it didnât make any sense. nothing about it made sense to you thisâ this wasnât like him at allâ
âlike i said youâll be assigned a new bodyguard soon i just need to finalize nanamiâs paperworkââ
you swung open the door and ran out, your eyes already filling with tears as you pushed through your housekeeping staff and ignored their beckoning and calls, you bursting through your room and throwing everything around to try and find your phone through your heaving and panic.
why did he leave you? was it something you did?
did he finally realize you were nothing but a useless spoiled girl?
you hurriedly wiped your eyes and kept looking, transitioning from your bed over to your vanity desk and knocking over everything to try and find your stupid phone to call him, some of your expensive bottle of perfumes clattering and spilling and you not giving a rats ass about it as your tears increased in intensity, about to run out of your room and get in your car to literally drive around your fucking city to look for him until you snapped your head up.
a small yellow sticky note sat stuck to your mirror.Â
you stopped, dropping the items you were holding and stepping closerâ pulling the note from its position and bringing it in.
iâll be in the garden waiting for you when you wake up.
kento.
you hiccuped and wiped your eyes again, kicking the clothes you had thrown about in search for your phone (that you still couldnât find) as you hurriedly left your room and trudged down the hall, confusion and hurt suffocating your head over the information you had just learned about him and his leave, you reaching the bottom of your staircase and rounding through various hallways and lounge areas to get to the entry way of your little garden, one that wasnât exaggeratingly massive like the monroeâs, but one that was a great size and that you loved with everything in youâ various flowers and herbs planted by yours truly as you periodically took care of them from time to time.
and sure enough, as promised, kento was standing at the end of your garden, his back turned to you as he overlooked the acres of land your father owned that stretched beyond the premises of your rosey labyrinth, him dressed in a casual yet dressy tight long sleeve sweater and dress pantsâ a sight you werenât used to seeing at all as you always saw him in a full blown suit everyday without fail.
kento heard the soft rustling of grass and he slightly turned, a soft smile stretching across his chiseled face until he caught sight of your tear stained cheeks and pissed off expression, his face dropping and brows pinching.
âhoney whatâs wrong?â he walked over to you and you glared. âwhy are you looking at me like that?â
âyou quit.â you muttered, already annoyingly feeling your waterworks trigger again. âmy father said you gave up your bodyguard position.â
âoh.â his shoulders relaxed, and his nonchalance only further pissed you off. âi did my love yesââ
âwhy.â you pushed. âwhy are you leaving i donâtâ i donât get it did i do something wrong? iââ
âwhat?â he shook his head and took your hands in his. âno dear god no you didnât do anything.â
âthen why are you leaving?â you sniffed, and kento wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.
âi told your father i love you.â
you stiffened.
âhe wasnât very pleased.â he continued. âi figured he wouldnât be⊠but he didnât make me step down from my position darling, i chose to do that.â
you blinked confusedly.
âbut why?â
âi donât want to be paid for something that i was born to do as your man.â he smiled warmly. âit didnât feel right to me⊠and i donât want to be labeled as that anymore either.â
he wiped away your remaining tears.
âi want to only be known as yours now. not your bodyguard or anything else in between.â
you were left speechless, unmoving and rigid at everything he was saying.
âhowever⊠your father did make me choose between you and the business.â
your brows furrowed, taken aback.
âtheâ the business?ââ
kento nodded, a content smile still on his face.
âhe was impressed by what you said yesterday sweetheart.âÂ
you scoffed. âwhat that his words were bullshit and that he doesnât care about meââ
he laughed, little crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he shook his head.
âhe was satisfied to see that you werenât angry about not getting the company for yourself, but because he was going to give it away to someone who wasnât qualified to maintain it.âÂ
you pursed your lips.
âhe was offering it to me in exchange for letting you go. i refused immediately.â
your eyes shot up.
âkento no iâ fuckââ you looked around exasperatedly. âthis is your dream! this is everything youâve ever wanted i feel horrible for taking that away i donâtââ
âsweetheart donât be stupid.â he chuckled. âi thought i made it clear enough that youâre everything iâve ever wanted⊠not some business. i donât need any of that. just you.â
your eyes softened.
âare you sad at all?â
he shook his head and gently kissed your forehead.
âiâm the happiest iâve ever been y/n.â
and that was the truest of truths.
kento was truly and incandescently happy, no longer tied down and restrained by his inner monologues of former idiotic confusion, or jugglings of what was best for you and whether you should be with him or not no longer standing in the way either as he finally welcomed the fact that yesâ a woman as gracious and lively and stunning as you could indeed love a simple man like him, an absolute privilege and honor to have someone as special as you want a life with him in it that he just couldnât understand how his feelings were ever considered confusing to start with.
for him thinking of nothing but you and his occupation as your protector and your guide, a job that he saw himself doing beside you until his very dying day, was all simply a mask of him thinking out the rest of his life with you in the form of work.
and it was so clear that he loved you. so much.
how could he not? how could the way he stared at the monroeâs generational wedding portraits and photographs, swapping their faces out with his and yours, and his constant weighings of âif she was mineâ and âdoes she actually feel the same wayâ from before not already give away enough that he loved you?
but it was even clearer now, with him giving up the opportunity to build and nourish a reputable business like heâd always aspired to do, turning it down without so much as a blink because he wanted you and you only, not feeling an ounce of regret in his body and knowing that he never will.
kento was looking forward to spending the rest of his days with the woman that heâd always envisioned it withâ the forbidden heavenly fruit that he had deemed impossible to reach and wrong to even try, him unknowing of the fact that that same glistening fruit sat dangling and waiting as it would only ever let itself be harvested and picked by himâŠÂ for kento was the one who planted and had been nurturing it for as long as it could remember.
planted it⊠nurtured it⊠kept it safe.
kept you safe.
and funnily enough, another individual was also looking forward to seeing your life with kento unfoldâŠÂ your fatherâ curious to see how exactly two opposites became compatible, and when it was that the two of you fell in love as it managed to wholeheartedly slip past his radar completely when most things didnât.
had he really been this absent in your life?
⊠though regardless if he was or wasnât, it was too late to dwell on it now, seeing as you were a grown woman and capable and your father was grateful that you at least had a companion with you through the many days he wasnât, and an honorable man such as kentoâ taking care of you and guiding you through every step of your life when he didnât even need to be asked, his willingness to do it and overlooking your reckless habits reading numbers to your father.
and even more so now as he leaned against his studies stone balcony ledge from above, it overlooking the entirety of your garden plus the acres of land he owned during the annual dinner party he put on for the business, kento sitting peacefully on a lawn chair with you in his lap while drinking glasses of sparkling champagne, soft echoing laughs and giggles heard from below as you enjoyed each others company away from the bustling crowds and nosy relatives.
it was a pleasing sight, to say the least.
and it was exactly why your father was going to give his business to kento when the time came, because when given the choice between gluttony and love, kento chose love.
he chose you.
âiâm thinking of planting tiger lilies soon.â you hummed, your head resting on kentoâs shoulder as he delicately ran a hand down your back, sipping his champagne. âitâs almost their season⊠right?â
âi believe so, yes.â he nodded. âi think thatâs a great idea.â
âthanks!â you cheesed, running the tip of your index finger absentmindedly over the rim of your glass. âwill you help me? i need your big manly arms to carry the soil out from the flower shop tomorrow hehe.â
he chuckled, tracing his fingers gingerly over your upper arm. âiâll pick it up for you in the morning sweetheart. donât concern yourself with it.â
you smiled to yourself, cheeks warm as you pressed a kiss to his cheek in gratitude.
âi am concerned about something else thoughâŠâ
his brows pinched, lowering the glass from his lips and looking at you in concern.
âwhat is it?â
âwhen weâre gonna pick our wedding dateââ
kento laughed boastfully and shook his head, setting down his champagne glass on the little table next to him and settling his hand over your thigh, the material of your classy black dress smooth under his touch.
âyou asked me this just last night my love.â
âokay so?â you grinned. âyou donât want me to be your precious wife? the birth giver of your offspring?ââ
âi never said thatââ
âbecause i could yâknow.â you caressed his jaw with your thumb. âi could be your wife and be the mother of your children⊠isnât that what you want?â
with all of his heart.
âitâs what i want at least.â you pouted, and kento smiled handsomely, the vision of you soaked in the rays of the setting sun before him a lethal one as he felt his heart rattle against his chest.
âme promising to take care of you has marriage included above all else my love.â he spoke gently. âyou will be my bride someday, i assure you.â
you stared at him warmly, your cheek falling to rest against his as you placed your hand on his chest and over his white crisp button up.
âi also assure you that youâll continue to be happy and protected, alright?â he squeezed your thigh. âjust because iâm not your bodyguard anymore doesnât mean my duties are done with.â
you nodded against him, the slight prickling cold wind brushing against your skin as the stunning sun continued to set.
âyouâre a good man, ken.â you murmured. âand i love you.â
and that was another truest of truths.
because as he reiterated that same three worded phrase back to you and held you closer to his built frame, grabbing his blazer from the arm rest and draping it over your goose bumped filled shoulders, and with a tender kiss to your lips?
it was obvious that kento nanami was born and raised to be just that.
a good man.
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oh please more bunny reader and toji theyâre so cutesy. maybeeeee reader has really sensitive tail/ears and toji really takes advantage of that?
tamer! toji whoâs the roughest with his little client bunny. well, your previous owner is to blame. he claims that youâre the pickiest, messiest, neediest bunny that needs to be put in her place ; with none other but a little bit of force.
tamer! toji who doesnât really like rodents , but he assumes he could make an exception for you; since youâre cute and fluffy. just this once though , bunny !
tamer! toji who doesnât let your brat antics slip past him, and makes sure that you know your place at the end of the day. he canât let your owners tedious cash payment go to waste !
âd-donât touch my ears !â you whine, soft sobs spilling from your pouty lips. the man has both your ears in a strong, unforgiving grip, looking to teach you a lesson for sneaking into his washroom for a peek.
the thin, white towel he has around his waist hangs dangerously low and not to mention, loose, and your wandering eyes canât help but notice the fat chub that shows through the fabric.
âfuckinâ perverted bunny. ya need a whoopinâ to learn yer place ?â he sneers, lowering his face to face yours. you paw at his hand, thumb slipping against his burly fingers, âhnâ noâ it hurts ! w-was an accident , swear ! i got lost !â
toji canât help but grin at your limpid lies; he can see right through you, little bunny.
yâr gonna learn not to lie tâme ever again tonight, bunny.â
tamer! toji who carries you towards his bed as you writhe in his grip, ignoring your little mewls and complaints about your sensitive ears as you rub incessantly at the sore flesh.
tamer! toji who bends you over in the grossest arch against his towel-clad lap, feeling his warm skin against yours as the towels knot grows weaker and threatens to slip. he tugs off your soft shorts, revealing that soft, chubby bunny butt.
tamer! toji whoâs surprised when he sees how fluffy your little cottontail is, twitching nervously under his gaze.
tamer! toji who even more surprised when he takes a sneak peek at your bunny cunt , just to see how slicked up your chubby folds are, soft hole throbbing with your carnal needs. what a pervert.
âno ! d-donât look there !â you squeal, frantic paws attempting to scurry away from the manâs grasp.
his hand comes down unexpectedly with a hard smack across your ass, the soft flesh growing raw to the touch. your throat elicits a small gasp of shock, falling pliant against the manâs lap. youâre quick to burst into tears, even if you donât want to; but it truly hurts so bad!
âbad bunnies need tâlearn.â toji coos, kneading at the raw skin. it makes you flinch against his touch. âbad, perverted bunnies.â he whispers against your soft ears, making them twitch.
he tugs at the soft tuft of your cottontail, exposing your puckered asshole soft to the touch.
ân-no!â your tail twitches against his hold, shaky hand coming behind to cover yourself.
âhey.â he spits, a rough hand grappling at the chub of your ass almost like a threat, âyâthink yâr in any place to tell me no right now ?â
his hand slaps down against your plush ass once again, the sting inevitable as he holds you firmly. your hands ball into fists that shoot up to your eyes, furiously wiping away at your newfound tears, soft hiccups that accompany your cries.
âthatâs it, yâr learning.â you submit helplessly below him, watching intently at your softened ears pliant against the cushion. âyâknow what you need to do?â
âmâm sorry. âm sorry misterâŠ!â you burst into tears once again, little toe pads curled up into âcâs in a fear of feeling his punishing hand on the hot burn of your ass yet again. you donât know if heâd punish you for your loud cries yet, but you simply canât hold back. heâs breaking your little bunny heart.
âoh..â he sighs, he feels a tad bit bad; he supposes. he watches as your forearm slaps across your face to hide your expression, your other hand in an attempt to protect your burning cheek. âhey.â
you peek up at him with a tiny stare, hiccups still reverberating through your body causing you to bounce against his lap. you ignore the fat chub that pokes at the side of your tummy, flaunting shamelessly through the fabric of tojiâs pants.
âcome to this room tâ night after yer duties. yâtook yer punishment well.â toji grimes, and he adores the way your eyes light up like diamonds. his friend down below seems to adore it just as much as he does, too.
tamer! toji who sees you peek in half of your head at the designated time that he asked you to come, nervously treading along the glazed floors with a glint of fear that heâll continue his punishment.
donât think of him so lowly, bunny. he really isnât that mean!
tamer! toji who takes care of you that night; after a bit of coercing and getting you on your tummy, ripping your frilly panties from your bruised butt and pressing in a thick plug. he thinks the pink diamond is terribly gorgeous in contrast to your soft tail, twitching with pain at the unfamiliar feeling.
tamer! toji who preps you briefly, leaning down to block your view of his hefty fingers slipping in between your chubby folds. âsâsir!â itâs not like you donât feel it, but he loves to make a little face at you that makes you look crazy!
tamer! toji who fucks you brutally against his soft matress that night, relentlessly humping into the depths of your gushy cunt. he canât get enough, truly. youâre one damn bunny.
he watches you skillfully, the little plug snug in your ass squeezing against his cock from the inside. he feels the hard metal that bulges from the other side of your soft walls, grunting at the tightness.
tamer! toji who canât help but cum fat loads in your cunt when he hears your little cries, sweet yelps for your âmisterâ to come and save you. itâs even better when they slowly grow to cute moans and pleads to cum all over. donât worry, bunny. your new mister will be sure to tug at your cottontail and rub your clit, just to ensure his bunny a good time.
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Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader x Matt Sturniolo
brat tamer!chris âą brat tamer!matt
WARNINGS; established poly relationship - no incesty weird shit, orgasm denial, edging, bed restraints, bdsm themes, p!slapping, spitting, use of toys, drug use (dealer/stoner!Matt&Chris) , pleasure tears. MDNI !!!
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Chris had been out on deals for most of the day, leaving you alone with Matt, and youâd been testing his patience all dayâŠand you knew him well enough to know your defiance wouldnât go unpunished for long.
So here you were, splayed out across the bed, wrist and ankle restraints pinning you down.
âOh-mmph-oh my godâ you moan, as your favourite wand vibrator circles your clit, sending blissful waves through your entire body. You feel the tension coiling tight, your orgasm fast approaching. Just as you were on the brink of letting go, it was ripped from your grasp. Once again.
Matt had been edging you for hours now, bringing you as close to the point of no return as possible before, well, returning. Removing the vibrations from where you needed it most, and slowly dragging it over the rest of your naked body, until he knew your climax had subsided enough to build another.
You let out a needy whine at yet another denial
Matt gives you a faux sympathetic look, as he teases your nipples with the toy, circling each slowly
âAh whatâs the matter?-â he coos, âyou wannaâ cum?â
You feel a flicker of relief as you frantically nod your head âP-pleaseâ you beg
Matts mouth turns up slightly at your desperation, before clicking his tongue with a small shake of his head âHmâŠwell maybe you shouldâve thought about that before testinâ me today,shouldnât you?â he snarks, before reuniting the wand to your core, drawing slow, tantalising circles with it.
Helpless moans cascade from your mouth as you throw your head back into the pillow, your tear filled eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming pleasure. The more time went on, the less time it took for Matt to push you to the edge between each denial,, so It wasnât long before that familiar pressure reformed. But just before you reached your peak, youâre snapped out of your daze by the sound of the bedroom door swinging open. Matt doesnât even look behind him, just simply pulls away the wand, and slowly trails it down each of your shaking legs.
You blink away the tears that were clouding your vision, your eyes quickly landing on ChrisâŠstood leaning against the door frame , with a lit joint hanging from the corner of his mouth.
âC-Chrisâ you breathe, tugging at your restraints,, maybe he will grant you what youâve been chasing for hours. You give him a look of desperation as a tear rolls down your cheek.
âDonât be lookinâ to him for help sweetheart-â Matt mutters, still teasingly tracing your figure with the toy â-yâthink i didnât tell him about the attitude youâve been givinâ me all fuckinâ day huh?â
You let out a small whine as you watch Chris stroll over to the foot of the bed. He takes a long,slow drag of his joint as he lets his eyes roam every inch of your quivering body. A small smirk plays on his lips,taking in your appearance. Your messy hair, tear stained cheeks, your lips swollen and red from biting down on them repeatedly. You looked a mess, and he loved it.
Chrisâs gaze holds yours as he exhales, letting the smoke slip from his lips in a stream that curls in the air between you. Thereâs a powerful intensity in the way he watches you through the haze, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smirk.
he clicks his tongue before speaking in a low voice,
âiâve heard youâve been a very bad girlâ he mutters, whilst he casually reaches down, handing the joint off to Matt whilst taking the vibrator from him. His fingers curl around it with an authority, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes control. Matt sits back, lazily toking on the joint, an amused look on his face, now letting Chris handle you.
You start to speak, but before you can even utter an excuse for your behaviour, a plea, or a beg, Chris cuts you off,bringing his free hand down in a smack to your dripping pussy, âbratâ
Your body jolts at the pleasurable sting, and before you could recover from the feeling, Chris spits on your folds and hastily reunites the wand to your core
You writhe beneath your restraints, uncontrollably moaning as your wrists and ankles tug on the stiff material. âMmph p-pleaseâfuckâplease let me cumâ you beg,
All you got in response were low taunting chuckles,
You were in for a long nightâŠ
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Shhh...Just A Little Bit More
DBF!Joel x Fem!Reader
18+ MDNI
Masterlist || Part Two || Part Three (Soft Version) || Part Three (Spicy Version)
Summary: Joel catches you somewhere you shouldn't be, twice. CW: all p no plot! age gap, spanking, dirty talk, parental guilt, brat and brat tamer, sub/dom dynamics, edging and degradation kinks if you squint AN: I found the bottom right photo on Pinterest and @mermaidgirl30 said it screamed DBF!Joel. I have never written for DBF before so please be kind. Dividers by @saradika-graphics - thank you for all your amazing graphics and dividers, I'd be lost without your page.
âLet go of me, you fucking psycho!â Youâre practically yelling over the music of the club, wrenching your arm from Joelâs strong grasp. The security guard approaches and Joel shoots him a glare so dark that he holds his hands up and steps back. âWhat the fuck, Joel?â
âWhat are ya doinâ here, sweetheartâ he demands, one eyebrow raised.Â
âIâm working!â You stomp your foot and then get right up in his face, pointing a finger at him. Joel Miller, your dadâs best friend, hanging out in a strip club one town over. âThe real question is, what are YOU doin here?âÂ
Youâre only a bottle girl, you donât get on the stage and have no intentions of stripping. Itâs good money, great money actually. At 22 youâre already well on your way to having a down payment on a condo, itâs just too bad youâre having to lie to your parents.Â
âWith my crew, they picked the place. Iâm takinâ you home. Go get your coat.â He crosses his arms over his chest, staring at you sternly. The music is pounding in your ears, the air thick with smoke. Even in the dimly lit hallway you can see the way Joelâs eyes rake over your body, taking in the very tiny Jean shorts and bralette youâre wearing.Â
âIâm not going anywhere with you,â you spin and flip him the bird as you walk away. You know heâs staring so you give a little extra wiggle of your ass as you walk away. Joel Miller, staring at your ass. The fourteen year old inside you does a happy dance - that version of yourself had a tiny crush on him. Too bad heâs a stuffy, grumpy asshole now. You miss the fun, young Joel. He used to do cannonballs in the pool with you and his daughter Sarah. She was a few years older than you, but he was much more fun than your father. But now? Now heâs a certified prick. Thinking he can drag you away like some sort of barbaric caveman. Heâs not your dad, even if he was, youâre an adult.Â
When you finish your shift you head outside and pull up your Uber app, men often want to do shots with you so even though you never get drunk at work you also donât drive there.Â
See, Joel. Iâm responsible.Â
âLetâs go,â his voice is deep, still angry with you. You didnât see him waiting by the door so you jump.Â
âJesus. You fucking scared me.âÂ
âWatch your language. Get in the truck.âÂ
You grumble under your breath that he should kiss your ass as he holds the door open for you. He stalks around to his side of the truck while furrowing his brow and shaking his head.Â
âGot somethinâ to say young lady?âÂ
âYa,â you say, slumping in the seat and putting your white vans on his dashboard, âkiss my ass.âÂ
He presses his lips in a thin line, you can see him eyeing your long toned legs from your peripheral vision before the engine roars to life and he speeds off down the gravel highway.Â
When you pull up to the house he hops out of the truck and is right on your heels as you open the door.Â
âIâm fine, Mister Miller.â You say with a sneer. You know he hates that, he has told everyone heâs ever been introduced to to call him Joel.Â
Joel steps into your parents house and calls your dadâs name. âWhat the fuck! Joel! Shut up!âÂ
He calls for him again and your dad comes stumbling from his room, tying his robe around his sleeping attire. âJoel? Whatâs going on?â He flicks on the light, squinting against the brightness. âItâs 3 in the morning.âÂ
âJust thought Iâd let you now know that the guys at work wanted to go to The Skin tonight. Caught your daughter working there.âÂ
âAre you fucking kidding me, Joel?!â You yell, pushing at his broad chest. Your dad stands there stunned. Eyes wide and mouth agape. He thought you were working as a nurses aide overnight at the hospital on weekends. Heâs even seen you leave the house in scrubs. All a part of the web of lies you have weaved.Â
âDonât speak to Joel that way,â your dad snaps. âGo to your room young lady. Weâll talk about this later.âÂ
âKiss my ass, cowboy.â You practically spit at him as you stomp to your room. As you round the corner your mom is standing in the hallway clutching her crucifix necklace. You have a sudden urge to hiss at her with the way sheâs looking at you, like youâre a disappointment. A sinner, the worst kind of person in her eyes.Â
The next morning was the fight of all fights with your parents. Your dad tried to ground you, your mom started shoving church pamphlets at you. They wouldnât even fucking listen.Â
âIM NOT A STRIPPER,â you yelled at them over and over again.Â
Finally, when the yelling ceased, your dad said in a very quiet anger, âyoung lady. I FORBID you from going there again. Is that clear? I donât care if youâre 22 or 42, if you live under my roof, you live by my rules. Youâre going to go to continue going to your university classes during the week, and on weekends you will be home. Studying. Helping your mother with the chores. You will go to bed at respectable hour. If you need money, you ask us. Is that clear?âÂ
You blink back tears and head to your room, slamming the door behind you. You are NOT quitting that job.Â
When the next weekend rolls around you say goodnight to your parents at 10pm and head to your room. You worked it out with your boss to work the midnight to 4 am shift. So you wait - ear pressed to your door until you finally hear your parents go to bed. You sneak out the same way youâve been sneaking out for years and run down the street with your newly embroidered denim shorts in hand to meet your Uber.Â
You peel yourself away from the men and the booze around 2am to get some fresh air, exiting through the back to the dimly lit alley. You take a big inhale through your nose before you see it. The truck. Joelâs truck. And Joel. Leaning against the truck box, arms crossed, one foot up on the tire.Â
You flip him off and then turn back towards the back entrance to the club. Heâs on you so fast, grabbing the back of your bicep in his large hand. âYou little brat. You arenât supposed to be here.âÂ
âRead the shorts, MISTER Miller.â You say it as much venom as you can muster.Â
His eyes rake down your body and you can almost feel them burning into you. It feels so good, you never want him to stop. Your pussy throbbed when he called you a brat and you wouldnât be surprised if your light jean shorts hadnât been soaked through already. When his eyes reach the pocket he sees âKiss My Ass, Cowboyâ stitched in baby pink lettering and his grip tightens.Â
Heâs fucking furious with you. Furious that youâre here. Furious that other men get to see you dressed like this. Furious that he wants you so fucking badly. But mostly, furious because he knows you want him too and heâs a weak weak man when it comes to pretty little things like you. He yanks you back against his body and you let out a pained moan.Â
âDonât make me punish you,â he says coldly in your ear and you fight to stop your knees from buckling.Â
âDonât make promises you canât keep,â you say breathlessly.Â
Joelâs lips graze against the shell of your ear, hand gripping so tightly that youâre sure youâll have bruises tomorrow. âSo thatâs what you want? You want me to punish you? Put you in your place? Huh?âÂ
You grind your ass back against him, âyou would dare, Joel.âÂ
His other hand clamps down on your hip as he steers you to his truck, walking you around so no one can see the two of you. He opens the back door and pushes you forward until your legs are against the cold steel frame of the vehicle. âYou donât get to call me that. You call me Mr Miller from now on. Understood?âÂ
âGo fuck yourself, Joel,â you emphasize every vowel of his name, digging deeper. Pushing him. Pushing to see how far heâll go. You get off on being a brat, and by the way his hard cock is pressing into your ass, he does too.Â
He unbottons your shorts then lifts you slightly and pushes your upper body down onto the seat, the truck is high enough that your feet are dangling, ass stuck out for him. âLook at these slutty little shorts.â He tugs on the hem, your shorts now sitting just above your knees. Your pert ass is exposed to Joel and the night air. He tuts at the sight of you, âNo panties. Little fuckinâ tease.âÂ
You whimper at his words, slick starting to coat your thighs. âYouâre the one standing back there doing nothing.â You taunt.Â
The cool night air spreads goosebumps across your skin, your clit twitches in anticipation of his touch. Other men have fucked you hard to get you to shut your mouth. And finally, FINALLY, youâre going to get fucked by Joel Miller. However, you grossly underestimated the different between the boys were with before and the man behind you now.Â
His hand strikes your cheek hard and you let out a loud pained yell. âWhat the fuck, Joel!âÂ
âIf youâre gonna be a brat,â his hand lands on your ass again, âyouâre going to get a spanking.â His voice is harsh and rough as he hits you a third time. The sound of his skin on yours echoing through the cab of his truck. He hits you again, not caring about your cries of protest.Â
Youâve never been spanked before and youâre thrown by your bodies reaction to it. At first you were shocked, then humiliated and then the pain and heat travelled to the base of your spine and you found yourself starting to get turned on. Arousal pools in your belly with each strike of his palm and when your pussy throbs the humiliation starts to creep back in. Are you supposed to be enjoying this so much, is this what Joel wants?
You bend your knees up, trying to make space between your bodies. One of his strong hands wraps around your ankles, pinning them to the back of your thighs as he spanks you again.Â
âStop! Iâm sorry. Iâll - â he strikes you again, harder than the last few times and thereâs no more pain, every slap is full of pleasure. You let out a deep moan, your pussy practically gushing onto the leather seats. âOh fuuuuck.â
Now that itâs turning you on it almost eggs Joel on. âPut your hands out in front of you,â he commands. Your arms shoot out, stretching them across the seat above your head. âSuch a needy little slut. Youâre drippinâ all over my fucking seat, baby girl.â He strikes you again and your arms flinch. âKeep them there.âÂ
Your ass is starting to get pink, his splotchy handprints covering it. The world around him starts to fade, all that he can see is you and your ass - and he wants to make it hurt. Then he wants to make it good. So very good.Â
His strikes keep coming, heâs like a man possessed. âStop, Joel. Please.âÂ
He drops your ankles, then uses his hand to spread your thighs apart, the denim biting into your knees. âShhhâŠjust a little bit more. Look at this messy pussy. You donât want me to stop.âÂ
He hits you again and you start to hate how much heâs right. You donât want him to stop, youâre on the verge of coming and he hasnât even touched you yet. Youâre sure the second heâs near your clit youâll explode.Â
Both of your cheeks are glowing red and Joel finally stops. Youâve both lost track of how many times heâs hit you. His large palm rubs the marks. You know you should keep your mouth shut, but fuck do you love to rile him up.Â
âAre you done now? I have work to get back to.âÂ
Joel growls behind you. You hear the sound of his belt undoing, the leather whipping out from the demin loops. âIâm sick of your goddamn mouth, baby girl.âÂ
Your eyes widen in fear, stomach twisting up over the thought of him striking your sore ass with his thick leather belt. Your pussy, however, flutters in excitement. Slut, you think to yourself.Â
You hear his buckle clinking, he grabs you by the hair and jerks your head back. âOpen you mouth,â he says with a snarl. You obey him and he slides the folded up leather between your teeth. âBite down on this. You can speak to me again once youâve learned your lesson.âÂ
You press your teeth into the rough leather, waiting for his next move. His hand comes across the back of your thigh and itâs a whole different sensation. The pain shoots straight to your core, the walls of your pussy clenching harder than your teeth do as you whine out a high pitched squeal. On instinct your hands shoot back, knees bending to protect yourself from him. He steps back from you, without his heat youâre left in the cold air.Â
âArms up and legs down,â he says in an eerily calm voice.Â
You whimper again, grinding your teeth against the leather of his belt before slowly peeling your arms and legs away from your body, returning to Joelâs desired position. Youâre so wet that itâs staring pool along the leather seat of Joelâs truck, your hips slipping slightly.Â
âDirty little thing. Iâm tryin to punish you and youâre sopping wet.â He steps forward and lays a loud sharp slap with perfect precision right across your sore thigh.Â
You yelp again, whining as your lash line fills with tears. This is not what you thought would happen when Joel threatened to punish you. And you definitely didnât expect to fucking love it. Youâre so turned on that you feel dizzy.Â
Joelâs lips come to your thigh. Light kisses and his scratchy facial hair peppering along your red hot skin. âFuck me,â you say around the leather clamped between your teeth.Â
Joel laughs into your skin, kissing along the handprints heâs left on your ass. Youâre squirming underneath him, pushing your ass towards his face, desperate for him to make you come. His hands grip around your shorts and your whole body relaxes at the thought of him finally fucking you. âI need you to listen to me now, ok?âÂ
You nod fervently and he lets out an amused laugh. You arch your back at him invitingly, but instead of removing your shorts he yanks them back up. You moan out in protest as he lifts you down from the truck. His strong fingers work to do up your shorts before he spins you. You look like a wreck; mascara smudged under your eyes, cheeks pink, eyes glazed and dopey looking. Cock drunk and he hasnât even given it to you. He grabs the belt and you release it for him. Itâs killing him not to fuck you right here and now.Â
His hand cups your chin, squeezing your cheeks and locking eyes with you. âDo you want me to fuck you?â
You try to nod but heâs gripping you so tightly. âYea? Then you need to do what I say. Ok?âÂ
âMm-hmmâÂ
âGo in there and quit. Then come back out here and I will fuck you so hard that youâll feel it in your throat.âÂ
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hang up if u want to | kmg
he's in japan. you're at home, knowing there's no point in staring at your phone, waiting. mingyu might not wanna define what the two of you are, but that certainly doesn't stop him from asking for what he wants.
pairing: idol!mingyu x f. reader genre: situationship au; a lil angst, smut warnings: swearing. sexting â use of gendered terms for genitalia, mentions of oral and penetrative sex, masturbation, images/videos, dirty talk i guess?, squirting. one mention of reader wearing a dress. another mention of reader wearing mingyuâs shirt and it being large on her. (not meant to be an indication of sizeâthat mf is just so large i think most people would drown in his clothes.) mingyu is domineering and kind of brat tamer-y but i wouldn't say this is dom-y at all. he also uses the term "baby" a lot bc i refuse to use y/n. rating: explicit. minors dni. wordcount: 3.6k listen to: namasenda - dare (pm) / khalid, 6lack, ty dolla $ign - otw / keshi - like i need u / edward maya & vika jigulina - stereo love / monsta x - addicted / brockhampton - sugar / shy martin - good together author's note: hello, i barely text men let alone sext them, so if this sucks my bad. i'm also not 100% comfy for writing any groups outside of bts, so i'm also sorry if the characterization is off. the mingyu brainrot was brainrotting tho bc if there's one thing he's gonna do it's look hot holding his phone in a photo, so. here we are. i was gonna wait and post this tomorrow but it's valentine's day so fuck it we ball. thank you: @the-boy-meets-evil, @hot-soop, & @effortandmore for checking this over and brainstorming with me. namasenda for the lyrics in the title and inspo.
Kim Mingyu Missed Call (2)
Your eyes glance upwards at the time. Itâs nearing one a.m.; Mingyuâs second call came and went only a few minutes ago. The first one will have come not long after he got off stage, because they always do. Thereâs a scriptâunspoken and unacknowledged, but a script nonethelessâand Mingyu follows it religiously.
You sigh. Leave your phone on your nightstand as you change into pajamas, back into the bathroom to wash your face. Roll your eyes as you hear the texts roll in, the sound grating and ominous as it vibrates against the wood.
All part of the script.
Kim Mingyu: just got back to the hotel Kim Mingyu: you up
Also part of the script: this is the only way it goes. Maybe Mingyu wants to text you, but adrenalineâs the only reason he ever goes through with it. That post-concert high, nothing else to do with all that energy but invest it into you, and the thing about scripts is that they get old, grow stale. Always the same thing, and you can only have that conversation so many times before you get tired and rip it up.
We all have roles to play. Mingyu is the one who refuses to define what it is the two of you have, put a label on it. Heâs the one who calls from countries away and speaks in that low, hushed tone. Heâs the tempter, the one who holds all the cards but refuses to lay them down.
A royal flush, every single time.
And youâyouâre not helpless. Not some poor creature fighting for its life in a spun-silk web. Mingyuâs capable of devouring you in more ways than one, but itâs not like that. Not really. As laissez-faire as he is, you come and go as you please, too. Perhaps itâs as mutually beneficial as it is destructive, but thatâs the nature of the production; the result of the roles you two of you play.
Kim Mingyu: you ignoring me? Kim Mingyu: i saw your ig story Kim Mingyu: knock it off baby
You smile, private and sardonic, because you arenât helpless. Sometimes itâs your web, and itâs all Mingyu can do to keep his head above water. Another role youâd borrowed from someplace else but still have memorized. Still remember all the lines, the mannerisms.
On your story: a video of you, bare skin glittering beneath the golden-fluorescent light of your bathroom; you, with your dress unzipped, the straps slipping down your arms; your hand pressed to your chest to keep yourself covered. Your back turned to the camera, visible only in the mirror, as the silk dropped to the floor.
In the settings: only two accounts given permission to see, both belonging to the same person.
In your DMs: Mingyu, on his private account with the username that looks more like a keysmash than any legible thing, reacting with the fire emoji.
Related: the image hovering just above Mingyuâs texts. The one heâd repaid you with not long after seeing your story. A mirror selfie of his own: grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, a soaked-through white t-shirt stuck to his stomach, the lines of his abs visible.
That, and everything below itâall left unanswered.
The thing about Mingyu is heâll give chase. Doesnât shy away from all the things he wants; isnât shy about giving voice to them.
But heâll never, ever beg.
(Not like this, at least. When heâs in your bed itâs always a different story. Heâs a kept man, there, and kept men have no qualms about things like that. Begging for your mouth, your pussy. Begging you to let him come.)
Normally youâd let it go. Let him talk to himself in your texts, because heâs got a lot of nerve if nothing else, but youâd gone out earlier. Grabbed a few drinks with your girlfriends, let the alcohol thrum through you like a livewire. Watched as they danced with men whose names they didnât know and never learned and thought about what itâd be like to be able to do something like that in public.
Got home, felt a little scorned, just on the edge of bitter. Made a show of taking your dress off in the bathroom mirror and posted it someplace you knew heâd look.
You: did you like it?
Rhetorical. Mingyu may not want to put a label on this thing, might not want to be caged-in and suffocated, but you know what you do to him. All the ways you affect him.
i could tell you, comes the immediate reply, and your eyes are halfway rolled whenâ
Kim Mingyu: or i could show you
It takes a second to come through, but once it does your breath hitches in your throat. Far from the most obscene image heâs ever sent you, but just as effective. An expanse of tanned, soft skin, lean muscle; still in those same grey sweats, bunched up a little on the thigh as he lays in his plush hotel bed with his legs spread.
At the center of it all, the outline of his hard, thick cock, so fucking big as it stretches the fabric taut.
All you can do is stare.
Mingyu is not of this earth. This thought is nothing new: he has always existed outside the realm of possibility, in more ways than one, so this is merely a fact. Grass is green, the sky is blue, sometimes you can love someone in a way thatâs so overwhelming and still be no good for them.
Another fact: itâs primal, the way you need him. Always has been.
You: what am i looking at? You: new sweatpants?
On the other end of the line, itâs easy to imagine his reaction. A quick snort of laughter, tongue pressed into the fat of his cheek before he clenches his jaw. If he were here, heâd haul you into his lap, kiss you deep and messy. Trail his fingers along your skin until they settled in the hollow of your throat.
Pull away just for a second. Just long enough to say, âWatch your mouth,â before heâs licking into it.
Kim Mingyu: donât be like that đ
This time your eyes fully roll. Spitefully, you snap a picture of whatâs in front of you: your bedroom wall, some drama playing on the TV, a sliver of amber light from the lamp next to you.
You send it.
You: while weâre sending pictures of irrelevant shit
Truth be told, youâre not like this often, but you get a streak of it every now and then. Only ever at times like this, when the two of you havenât seen one another in a while and the distance between you is still so ambiguous, untitled.
Usually Mingyu will come by your place. Get you stripped down to almost nothing, have you writhing on his fingers. Then, in between satisfied groans, heâll slap at your thighs, tell you to stop being a brat.
Kim Mingyu: then send me something worthwhile You: you first
Another beat of silence. Long enough to flick through the channels, plug in your phone, let some of that heat dissipate.
Your phone chimes, and when you look downâ
Those grey sweats are long gone, replaced with a pair of black briefs barely containing his cock, still hard and curved toward his stomach. You swallow. Let your eyes linger on the corded muscle of his thighs, all that soft skin. Let your mind remind you, just for a second, how it feels beneath your fingertips, your hands, your mouth.
All the sounds he makes.
Kim Mingyu: is that better Kim Mingyu: is that what you wanted
Unbidden, the corners of your mouth lift. hm⊠close but no, you type out. Let it sit for a few seconds before you delete it. If Mingyu wants to be a tease, you can do the same.
You situate yourself against the pillows. Angle your phone so the length of your body is visible: your bare legs twisted in the sheets, the bruise Mingyu had sucked into the inside of your thigh before he left just barely making it into the frame. Whatâs fully visible, though: his shirt thatâs draped over your frame, how much it engulfs you, the way youâre drowning in it. In him.
You send it.
You: depends... is this what you wanted?
The response is immediate:
Kim Mingyu: absolutely not. take it off baby.
Youâve starred in this production before, knew where it was headed the second you saw the missed calls, so youâd put on his favorite of your underwear. Skimpy red lace, part of a set heâd had sent to your apartment. Used to tell you in desperate whispers how ruined he was seeing you in them; used to have to rein himself in so he didnât rip them off.
So you snap another photo. Spread your legs a little further, pull the hem of Mingyuâs shirt between your teeth. Know seeing that sliver of your stomach will drive him crazy, too, but itâll pale in comparison to the underwear.
You consider video calling him. Want to see his face when you send this photoâthe pinch of his brows, the slight drop of his jaw. The way heâll whimper a little, say baby in that tone that floods you with heat: a little desperate, all hushed awe, bordering on a whine.
The same kind of heat that starts to creep back in again. Thereâs power in desire, in being desired, and even though youâre here and Mingyuâs in a hotel room in Japan, you can still feel it. Subconscious, like some kind of red string shit. Anticipatory.
Kim Mingyu: goddamn Kim Mingyu: you wear those for me? Kim Mingyu: fuck, i wish i was there to take them off of you
You suck in a breath. and if you were? you send back.
Kim Mingyu: you know that pair is my favorite Kim Mingyu: drives me crazy every time you wear that set Kim Mingyu: but iâve changed my mind. i want you to keep them on Kim Mingyu: want you to keep my shirt on too You: yeah? you want me to wear your shirt while you fuck me? pull my panties to the side? Kim Mingyu: slow down baby, iâm taking my time with you
In your bed, you snort to yourself. Mingyu has never been patient with anything, but especially not with you. Most of the time heâs so keyed up, wound so tight, that itâs all the two of you can do to make it to your bedâand sometimes you donât. Sometimes Mingyu puts all that body to use, presses your back to the wall and throws your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out. Wraps your legs around him as he fucks you right there, the slide so, so easy with how wet and messy he gets you.
You remind him of as much. Type out, you? taking your time? iâve got a couple walls in my entryway that would say differently, and laugh when the reply comes throughâcanât help myself sometimesâand promptly stop laughing at the next one: never can, with you.
Kim Mingyu: have i ever told you what i love the most? Kim Mingyu: just kissing you. you always taste so good, baby Kim Mingyu: the way you get so worked up and start grabbing at me when iâm doing it. the way you try to get me to touch you. the way you start grinding your pussy on me like you canât go another second without me inside you
You feel like youâre on fire. Gets worse with every word you read and re-read, try to commit to memory. You know it all too well, what heâs talking about. Know how warm his skin is, how firm he feels under your touch. Know what he tastes like. How soft his lips are. The way he sounds when you start to writhe, the way he groans when he presses tighter against you, presses you into the mattress, hard cock rutting against you, enough to take the edge off but nowhere near what he needs.
You: love that too You: love when youâre inside me even more
Kim Mingyu: me too baby Kim Mingyu: love the way you feel around me Kim Mingyu: always so fucking tight Kim Mingyu: ffuck
Your stomach drops at his last message. are you touching yourself? you type, even though you already know the answer. Another sight youâre blessed to know: Mingyuâs hand wrapped around himself, how the size of his cock makes it look small in comparison. Head tilted back, abs flexing under the weight of the pleasure.
You get a singular character in reply: ì.
show me.
He doesnât respond right away. The pause is enough to have anticipation thrumming through your veins, make you a little shaky. Your hand trembles as you trace patterns into your warm, soft skin, pretending itâs Mingyuâs touch and not your own. Pretend itâs Mingyuâs hand that grabs at your breast beneath his shirt, thumbs over your nipple; Mingyuâs touch that has soft gasps escaping you. Pretend itâs Mingyuâs hand that dips beneath the hem of your panties.
Kim Mingyu Attachment: 1 Movie
On the screen: Mingyuâs face greets you first, eyes half-lidded and hazy, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smirk. He tilts his head back, lets you see the sweat-slick skin of his neck, the column of his throat; pans the camera down over his collar bones, his bare chest, before he flips the screen. Can barely fit the entirety of his frame in the shot, and it strikes you someplace deep, how big he is. How overwhelming.
You suck in a breath as your eyes focusâas you take in the way heâs stroking himself. His cock glistens with whatever lube heâd indulged in, but you canât help but pretend itâs from you and your mouth. Wish you could see the way heâd touch himself as you sucked him nearly to orgasm and told him to finish himself off. The way heâd whine, beg a little, get a little shitty with you.
âFuck,â you say out loud. You can feel your pupils blow at the thought.
âJagiya,â comes Mingyuâs voice, intertwined with the sounds of the tv, a city so far away from you, âfuck, Iâm so fu-fucking hard.â
If youâd thought you were on fire before, itâs nothing compared to now. Hearing the need in his voice, watching the way heâs touching himself. The way his hips stutter as his body seeks out more, more, more, always more, and the way he squeezes the base of his cock so he doesnât come too soon.
âWish it was you. Wish it was you touching me like this. Iâfuck, need you so bad.â
You watch as Mingyu strokes over the head of his cock, as each subsequent pass gets more tacky and wet. Lick your lips at the sight of it. Want, more than anything, to get your mouth on him and taste the salt of his skin, the precome heâs jerking himself off with.
Before he even needs to ask, you start recording a video of your own. Leave your panties on because you know heâd want you to. Record the first pass of your fingers through your slick, let out a disbelieving little laugh at how wet you are, how you can hear it. Moan as you dip a finger into your cunt, just to the first knuckle. Say, âIâm so wet, Gyu, oh my god,â all breathy.
Not all that different from how you sound when heâs here. When heâs flesh and blood and right beside you, on top of you.
You use the wetness youâve gathered and move your hand to your clit. Itâs throbbing beneath your touch, your body already wound too tight, and you nearly hiss in oversensitivity and relief when you finally touch yourself the way youâve wanted to. âFuck.â
You force yourself to take your time. Slow, small circles, when everything in your body is screaming to be selfish, begging for release the same way Mingyuâs had.
âShould I finger myself?â you ask. A sharp inhale as your next pass has your toes curling. âWo-wonât feel as good as you, but I needâneed more.â
Before you cut the video, you zoom in a little. Make sure Mingyu will be able to see the way youâre touching yourself, be able to hear the sound of your arousal, the same sounds that have warmth blooming in your cheeks.
Kim Mingyu: jesusf fuck Kim Mingyu: god baby youre so hto Kim Mingyu: wanna see you finger yourself Kim Mingyu: please
Itâs a little embarrassing, how incapable you are of denying him anything. You trust him implicitly, love him even more, so itâs second nature to give in, to adjust your phone so you donât have to hold it. Second nature to press record, pull your panties to the side just like youâd proposed earlier; second nature to make a show of sticking two fingers in your mouth, sucking on them, before bringing them to your entrance and easing them inside.
Nothing compared to the stretch of Mingyu, both his fingers and his cock, but itâs still good. Enough to have you sighing softly, barely audible over the sound of everything else: the rustling of your sheets, the low thrum of your own television, you in general.
A rhythmic song and dance. Practiced. You grow wetter with each push and pull; know Mingyu will be able to see it, the way you work yourself open. That, too, has you a little dizzy. Breathless. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you. Not only like this, but all the time. Does he see an expiration date? Something good while it lasted? Is there just thisâsomething carnal and superficial?
Or does he just see you?
It drives you crazy. Inspires something within you: not just the desire to please him, make it worth his while, but to be something else, something more than this. Has your fingers moving a little faster, has you grinding your clit against the palm of your hand. Has you a whining, writhing mess; has sounds spilling out that you arenât sure youâve ever heard come out of you.
You send it before you can overthink it. Whatever Mingyu sees in you, at least these are the images thatâll play in his mind whenever he thinks of you. At least youâve sunk your claws into him.
Seconds pass in a blur. Youâre still on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm, stuck in this liminal space simply because Mingyu isnât here, and you know, too, how this goes. Know you arenât supposed to come without his say-so in the same way he edges himself until he gets yours.
Kim Mingyu: shit shit shit Kim Mingyu: i wish that was me. wanna take you apart like that. wanna finger you while i eat you out, make you squirt all over me again Kim Mingyu: fuck i thin k about that all the time Kim Mingyu: im gonna cum
I think about that all the time.
So do you. You, on your hands and knees, Mingyu eating you out from behind. Bracing yourself against the headboard with one arm, the other one reaching behind you to pull at his hair. You remember how relentless heâd been that night. A man possessed. Disregarded all your breathless pleas, every Mingyu, Gyu, fuck, fuck, Mingyu, babyâ that left your mouth. His tongue left your pussy only long enough to say, you can take it, baby before he was right back at it. Before he worked in two fingers alongside his mouth. Before his free hand came down hard on your ass, the sting startling you, making you jerk, forcing you closer to his mouth.
You remember coming with a scream. You remember coming to with Mingyuâs lips to your neck, the sweet way he was speaking to you. You remember the knee-jerk embarrassment you felt when you saw the giant wet spot youâd left on the bed and how quickly it dissipated when Mingyu pressed a kiss to your temple, called you his good girl.
You: you can come, but you know the rule
You move your fingers back to your clit, feel all that pleasure flood back, start in your toes. Itâs not long before youâre pulling a blistering orgasm from your bodyâone that feels like it belongs to Mingyu, wasnât yours for the taking.
thank you, he replies, right beneath a photo of his abs streaked with cum.
The comedown is jarring. You feel both too big for your body and completely out of sorts now that youâve fulfilled your role. Now that thereâs nothing to do but sit in the stillness of your bedroom, that same drama playing on television, some girl getting her heart broken.
You wonder if Mingyuâs thinking the same. If his body also sags with relief, if the absence of all that tension feels crushing. If the first thought he has in this newfound clarity is also I love you and if he also swallows it down every single time. You wonder if he thinks about his role, if itâs becoming stale and tired.
Because you know what comes next:
Kim Mingyu: iâll be home soon Kim Mingyu: can i see you
And you also know what youâll say. After all, youâve played this role before.
if you've made it this far thank you so much for reading! this is prob not my best work since it's a lil rushed but i needed something to get me out of my slump.
i would love to hear your thoughts! <3
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TW: Choking, suffocation, hand job, brat tamer reader, teasing
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Jeff is so comfortable with being overbearing all of the time.
Itâs just his personality: yelling too loudly, hitting too hard, and especially pushing the boundaries of comfortability with others. Any chance he could get to provoke a fight he was going to take.
Heâs a tease, a prick who likes to watch others cringe at the worst insult he can conjure up.
So, when heâs nudging your side and pestering you about how easy you are to make mad, itâs no surprise when you come back swinging.
Now, Jeff is flailing his legs, kicking his heels into the hardwood in an attempt to escape.
Youâve pinned him in a headlock, bicep and forearm locked tightly around his throat and squeezing hard enough to make him cough. His hands are clawing at your skin, a panicky attempt to get you off of him, but the lack of oxygen is proving difficult.
âUhn- Fuc- Hnng-!â
He canât even get words out, labored-cutoff breaths getting caught in his throat as you pull him back against your chest and restraining him further.
âSorry? What was that? Gonna have to speak up, Jeffrey.â
Youâre taunting him, sitting back on your knees as you hook your free hand behind his head and push, creating more pressure against his airway.
He lets out a rushed cough, a deep grunt as heâs trying to fight, kicking his legs like a kid.
Youâre nearly satisfied, ready to let off and leave him embarrassed, but your eye catches something that makes you hesitate.
Jeffâs face is red, cheeks flushed deeper than youâve ever really seen. But what really catches your attention is the way his eyes roll back.
His legs are shifting, pushing his back firmly against your chest as his jaw hangs slack. Heâs gasping, eyes fluttering and rolling up into his skull with an almost pleasurable edge.
Your suspicion is confirmed with a tempted look towards his crotch, a noticeable bulge pressing firmly against the fabric of his jeans. You falter for a moment, the tense in your arm relaxing as you watch Jeffâs thighs press together.
Youâre also surprised at the way the killer is pushing your forearm back against his neck, almost like heâs upset youâve let go. An embarrassed string of noises floods from his lips when you retighten your arm back, the twinge of excitement in your chest making you brave.
âGod, youâre a freak.â
Sliding your hand from the back of his head, youâre reaching to his open mouth, daring to run your fingertips against his lips. Jeff halts for a moment, rough breathing all you can hear before heâs opening his mouth further and taking your fingers inside.
He sucks in the digits, his jaw falling loose when it becomes too much and heâs dizzy for air again. Groans and huffs fill the room as youâre pushing your fingers deeper, sliding the pads of your fingertips against his tongue and reaching for more.
Jeffâs gagging when your knuckles meet his lips, fingers brushing against the tightness of his throat as you watch his eyes strain to shut. Even without being choked, gagging on your fingers is making the killer dizzy, his head nearly spinning before youâre dragging your hand from his lips.
âHah- Fuck you⊠Huhn- Buh- Bitch-â
His voice is ragged, snapping his anger between heavy inhales. You donât listen, readjusting your grip as Jeffâs placing his hands on your thighs, watching carefully as youâre running your spit-soaking fingers towards his jeans.
âHold on-â
Jeffâs trying to sit up, your arm locking back around his neck and holding him firm into your chest. Heâs forced to watch as you single-handedly undo his belt, tugging the zipper down and pushing your hand under the waistline of his boxers.
Heâs gasping against your arm, his nails dug into your skin as he watches you push the fabric down, his cock slipping out and bobbing heavily against his abdomen.
You take the length in your saliva-soaked fingers, gripping tightly and smiling when Jeffâs whole body jerks with it.
Heâs whining, a labored hiss below you when your forearm hooks tight around his throat and his eyes begin to roll back again.
You jerk your wrist, tugging the length roughly as Jeffâs hips jerk along with it, desperate noises pushing past his lips. His heels dig into the ground, spreading his legs as he becomes lost in the dizziness and adrenaline rush of it all.
You grip onto the head of his cock, running a thumb on the head and gliding against the slit. Jeff grits his teeth at that, a gutteral groan echoing as you smile, whispering against his flushed ear.
âFor someone who talks so much shit, you sure do give in real easy. What? Canât fight back when youâre being handled like a bitch?â
The attempted curse Jeff tries to spit gets cut off when your arm tightens against his neck, his heads reaching back up to grip against your skin as you continue to pump his wilting cock.
So much pre-cum is drooling from the tip, his lightheadedness forcing his body to compute with your every touch.
âFuu- Hngh-â
Heâs drooling now, tears pricking at the corner of his heavy eyes when you teasingly bite against his ear, nibbling against the shell of hot skin. He whines out of shame, squirming against the overwhelming sensations.
Every exasperated noise and jerk of his drowsy body is disheveled. Heâs desperate now, chasing every twist of your fist on the head of his cock and every tense of your bicep against his airway.
Humiliation burns his cheeks when you whisper, âSo you do get off on thisâŠâ He doesnât know if itâs an insult or a tease, but he canât help but gush at the feeling.
He canât stand it any more, the corners of his vision slowly darkening when he feels his abdomen strain and knot, his dark cheeks soaked in tears when he finally cums.
Your hand tightens against the base of his cock, hot stripes of cum shooting onto his stomach and drooling from his tip. Jeffâs head is so light, temples pulsing when you finally release your grasp on him, panicked inhales and gasps following.
The killer leans back against your chest, your hand still firmly gripped onto the base of his cock when he finally recatches his breath.
âYouâre so disgusting.â
Youâre teasing, releasing your grip on him and reaching to grip his face, hand tightened onto his jaw. You force him to look up at you, heavy eyes and darkly flushed cheeks flushing you with pride.
âFuck you.â
His voice is hoarse, throat raw and aching as he glares, your answering smile making him falter.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â
He nearly moans, that overbearing intensive exterior faltering when heâs forced to stare into your excited eyes.
It seems heâs finally found his match, but Jeff always did like a fight.
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brat three: i don't wanna feel feelings | joel miller
pairing/AU: joel miller x brat!female!reader â no outbreak
summary: joelâs brat summer is coming to an end.
warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap, enemies to lovers vibes? swearing, drinking of alcohol, smoking, reader wears a dress, heels and makeup but otherwise no other descriptions, use of pet names, some angst, smut, brat tamer!joel, dom!joel, some daddy!joel, manhandling, some light bondage, degradation (whore, slut), oral sex (f+m receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex (donât do it!!), no use of y/n
a/n: ok so here's part three to brat! there's one more part planned, and then that's it! <3 big thank you to @dustydaddyyy for reading through this, i love you!! <333 happy reading! đ
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The gravel moaned under your heels as you carefully left your uber at the foot of the driveway. The air smelled of summer; flower-y notes with a hint of anticipation. Cars lined the driveway, tightly parked with the wheels almost hanging in the air over the ditch. The sky turned purple then pink as the sun started to dip beneath the horizon, the small beams of light coming through the doors of the big barn beamed brighter and brighter the closer you got.
This wasnât the first time youâd crashed a party, but it was your first wedding. Youâd looked up the place online, Pecan Grove Ranch. It was nice, but pedestrian, not filled with the extravagance a party of this size would rank up in your fatherâs circles â the ones youâd been dragged too ever since you were old enough to put on a charming smile. This felt real, no fake happy smiles and secret codes, just people gathering to celebrate love.
Love.
It had always been a thing that happened to other people. To your friends, to the protagonist in a movie, to the person on the other side of your kiss. They always thought they were in love with you, but love always felt like a joke everyone was in on except for you, a story told to sell movie tickets or for a song to hit number one.
Sex was different, sex you understood. It was like acting, and you had no problem slipping into the role. It was fun, it was a release, it was a fleeting connection you couldnât help but chase.
One you were chasing right now.
Maybe Joel was right, maybe you are desperate, but it was his fault for leaving you like that, right on edge but without the release. Honestly, it was his fault you were here, you thought as you stood outside the open barn doors.
Off to the side a few of the guests had gathered around a picnic table. Billowing white smoke clouded them as you watched their animated conversation between drags of their cigarettes and sips of their drinks. A small boy ran past you, almost crashing into you as a little girl chased after him with a giggling laugh. They chased each other on the grass, as they ran between the large trees where a million lighting bugs danced between them.
The air felt light like cotton candy, a sweetness of celebrated love coated the faces that emerged as you stepped inside. The picking guitar intro of TLCâs âNo Scrubsâ met you at the door, followed by a large cheer, bordering on collective scream, coming from the people on the dance floor. Walking slowly, you followed the back wall of the barn. A light breeze came through the open doors and windows, and tugged at your dress as you closed in on the bar.Â
Open bar⊠Nice, Tommy.Â
Most of the guest had their assigned seats at the round tables pressed up against the wooden walls of the barn. They mustâve been moved to make room for the dancefloor, you thought as you leaned up against the side of the bar. It was rustic, made entirely of untreated wood and decorated with large white bows. The bartender was around your age, handsome, and painfully bored it seemed by the way he lit up when you approached.
âWhat can I getcha?â he asked, a charming lilt to his voice.
âUmâŠâ your teeth caught on your bottom lip, as you scanned the drinks menu. They all had quirky names, most likely inside jokes or references to the wedding couple that mostly went over your head.
âOne âContractor Juiceâ, please?â you ordered, holding back from cringing at the name. At least you got this reference, and the promise of mint and citrus mixed with alcohol had never failed you before.
âSure thing, doll,â the bartender smiled, a little too sweet for your liking, or maybe youâd developed a preference for grumpy frowns.
âSo⊠bride or groom?â he asked, making conversation as he worked.
âUm⊠groom,â you told him, leaning your back against the bar as your eyes rolled over the tables, searching.
âAinât seen you up here yet,â he said, a question unsaid hanging in the air as he handed you your drink.
Turning around, you thanked him and slipped a five-dollar bill in the tip jar. âThere,â you said, âNow you can turn off the charm.â
You watched how he tried to hide his smile, as he held up his hands in a surrender, âWhoâs to say I can turn it off?â
He smiled when you rolled your eyes at him. It was cute, two dimples separated by perfect white teeth. At the start of the summer, you mightâve let him fuck you at the end of the night, but the summer was coming to a close, and you had your eyes set on someone else.
He had his back turned, but you knew it was him, youâd recognize those broad shoulders anywhere. Something bubbled under your skin then, and your hands felt clammy around your glass â you were nervous, there was a whole room between you, but he still managed to make you nervous.
Maybe this was a bad idea?
He sat with his body turned, his hand around a beer bottle, as he watched the dancefloor move. Your eyes followed his and found Tommy where he danced, his hand clasping a womanâs, a woman youâd only seen in photos.
Joelâs daughter.
She was beautiful. Clad in a dark lavender satin dress, matching the other bridesmaids. Her dark hair was slicked back and gathered at the nape of her neck, held together by a matching satin bow, perfect curls spilled across her back. Her smile was even prettier as she laughed and sang with her uncle, swinging to âBuild Me up Buttercupâ. It was the same smile you could see across Joelâs face as he watched them.Â
The drink burned slightly from the acidity at the back of your throat, and you were grateful that heâd been heavy on the liquor. You needed to catch up, let the alcohol loosen you up, pull away your unexpected nerves.Â
âWhoâs that?â you heard behind you. A warmth coated your neck and cheeks at being caught staring, and the embarrassment mixed with anger.
âI donât think thatâs any of your fucking business,â you scoffed.Â
The bartender huffed out a dry laugh, âJesus, itâs wedding small talk, no need to bite my head off.â
âWell, Iâd prefer it if you didnât talk,â you told him, sending him an annoyed look over your shoulder.
When you turned back around, Joelâs seat was empty, the beer bottle heâd nursed left behind on the table, the only sign heâd ever been seated there in the first place. Your tongue found the straw of your drink, twirling it around while you sipped, eyes scanning the dancefloor.
Nothing.
Did he slip out? Out to catch some fresh air or go to the bathroom? Maybe you could find the restroom, hover outside the door and âaccidentlyâ bump into him?
No.
You cringed. Did you even hear yourself? As you took another sip, trying and failing to come up with a plan, a familiar gruff voice heaved a heavy sigh behind you.
âYou got to be fuckinâ kiddinâ me.âÂ
He didnât look angry, but the way his hand rubbed over his face was worse, he was disappointed to see you.Â
âWhat the fuck you doinâ here?â
âCelebrating Tommy, andââ you squinted your eyes, looking at the name scrawled elegantly next to Tommyâs on the bar menu, ââMaria... arenât you?âÂ
You gave Joel an easy smile, and stepped closer, crossing one foot nonchalantly over the other. There was no way in hell youâd give him the satisfaction of seeing you even a bit phased heâd caught you crashing his brotherâs wedding.Â
A huff escaped Joel at your lie before the corners of his mouth pulled ever so slightly in a dry, sarcastic smile.Â
âThatâs cute,â he told you, his voice devoid of any humor in it, tone entirely disbelieving.Â
âIâve been known to be described as such,â you grinned.Â
Joel didnât seem to like your joke, his face not moving an inch. âYou know this is way out of line, right?âÂ
âWhat?â you snorted, taking a sip of your drink as your eyes fanned out over the room for a second, before landing back on Joel, âArenât you happy to see me?âÂ
Joel let out an almost incredulous scoff, shaking his head as his eyes quickly scanned across the room, going to Tommy still on the dancefloor with Sarah. Something seemed to flash over his eyes, or maybe it was the lights but he leaned forward then, fingers wrapping around your forearm in a firm grip.Â
âWay to make it obvious,â you said under your breath as he pulled you a bit. Not letting him have it, you planted your feet, âWhat the hell are you doing?âÂ
âDonât be a fuckinâ brat,â he told you, his voice filled with annoyance.Â
Something ignited in you then, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. Unable to contain your smile as the words crossed his lips, you felt them settle in your core, drip down your thighs like sticky honey.Â
âYouâd know just what do about that, wouldnât you?â you challenged, your eyes burning into his, and for a second, you had his attention. He held your gaze, and his eyes flickered with the same intensity you felt.
A beat passed between you, and you watched as his jaw tightened, waiting for the bomb to tick down to zero.Â
Then it popped.
The guests cheered as a song faded into another, and Joel took a step closer to you. His hand released your forearm to slip around your waist as his eyes never left yours.Â
âCome,â he spoke through his teeth, his voice low and quiet.
The feel of his hand so close to your skin sent your brain into a temporary reboot. Youâd craved it all week, missed him so close to you, missed his scent on your skin, and you let yourself be steered away.Â
Quickly, Joel led you out the barn doors, his hand firmly pressed against your lower back as he looked over his shoulder. The music faded as he guided you towards a handful of small, scattered cabins hidden away behind a grove of trees. The trail snaked its way from tree to tree, your heels digging into the gravel making it hard to keep up with Joelâs pace. He walked with haste, passing cabin after cabin until the hand on your lower back looped around your waist, turning you around to face him as he came to a stop outside the last cabin.
His eyes drilled into your own, giving you a wild look, âI want you to leave,â he said, voice stern.
Leaning into his touch, you tilted your head to the side and let your eyes roll over him. Heâd combed his hair back, wavy curls held back by gel. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, letting your thumb run through his trimmed scruff, hints of salt and pepper shone under the rising moonlight. The full of his lips was pressed together in a tight line, your eyes trailing your thumb as you let it gently run over his lips. Something softened in him under your touch, his eyes brown and deep as they watched you, it made your heart pick up its beat, hammering out of your chest.
Leaning closer, your eyes flickered to his lips again, and you thought about how you didnât know what he tasted like, didnât know how his lips felt against your own. You were so close now; his breath came out in small puffs against your face. Slowly you tilted your head, your nose accidentally brushing up against the crook of his own.
âYou owe me a fucking orgasm,â you whispered.
His hand around your waist tightened, and with a small huff he tilted his head back.
âI owe you nothinâ, princess.â
God, he could be stubborn sometimes.Â
It mightâve annoyed you if it didnât turn you on as much as it did. You loved how he made you work for it, and he was worth doing the work. Something deep down inside you knew it. Joel was a good man. If you werenât careful heâd remove the walls built up by that lonely girl youâd kept hidden inside; one emotional stone at a time. Maybe it was ironic? The man whoâd devoted his life to building walls, now breaking them down?
âWhy do you deny yourself something you want?â
âYou...â Joel swallowed hard, dark eyes watching your face with an unreadable expression, âYou're a piece of work, you know that?â
The words stung more than youâd like to admit, and when Joelâs hand slipped from your body as he stepped away, a wave of anxiety washed over you.Â
Had you gone too far?Â
Joel didnât look happy, and a small knot started to tie itself in your stomach under his gaze. You watched as he unbuttoned the top button of his tuxedo jacket, making it fall open and showing you his perfectly pressed shirt underneath. His right hand dug into his inner pocket, fishing out a white key card.
His steps were heavy up the front stairs to the cabin, almost dragging, like he moved through molasses. The lock clicked as he held the key card against it, a green light blinking before he opened the door.Â
Dumbfounded, you stood at the foot of the front steps. Youâd riled him up, played your little game and heâd gone along with it like always.Â
Was this how it was gonna end?
He stood in the opening, hand on the handle with one foot on either side â halfway in, but also halfway out. He didnât move, his head tipped forward, weighing his options. Then he sighed and pushed the door open, and stepped inside the darkness.
âCâmon, get in before anyone sees you.âÂ
The cabin was quaint, but cozy, with only the necessities. It was more like a hut, not bigger than a hotel room. A narrow hallway opened up to the bedroom, with a door to the right leading to a bathroom. Joel had placed his overnight bag on the chair in the corner, a worn leather duffle bag with a dark t-shirt and pair of jeans thrown over it, clearly thrown in a hurry to get ready. White lace curtains hung over the windows, bright against the dark wood of the paneled walls.Â
The clinking of Joelâs belt pulled you from the silence, your head twitched like a reflex turning towards him. Heâd shed his tuxedo jacket, his broad shoulders fighting against his pristine white shirt. He walked towards you slowly as he removed his cufflinks; the warmth in his eyes had turned darker. Taking a step backwards the back of your thighs pressed into the chair, almost tipping you over, but he caught you, one arm tight around your wrist while the other threw the cufflinks on the pile of clothes behind you.
âYou say âredâ ând we stop,â he told you, eyes holding your gaze so intently you didnât dare look away. An inaudible breath pressed past your lips when his other hand cupped your cheek, the touch reminding you to nod your head.
âOr I pinch you,â you said.
A pleased smile spread across his face, âGood.â He punctuated his approval with a light pat to your cheek.Â
Stepping away, he nodded towards the bed, an unspoken order, while his hands found his tie around his neck where he tugged at the knot. You sat at the foot of the bed, knees pressed together, waiting for him to make the first move. The white sheets smelled strongly of detergent, nothing like the faded hints of his cologne mixed with sawdust youâd smelled on his own sheets that first night heâd fucked you.Â
The tie slipped from his neck and you fell back on your arms, feigning boredom while you let out an audible sigh. It made him laugh.
âWhatâs so funny?â you queried, your brows pulled together in a frown.Â
A smile leftover from his chuckle coated his lips as he stepped closer, your legs spreading for him to slot between as he threw the tie on the bed beside you.
âNothinâ.âÂ
Over you, he gently rolled up his sleeves with practiced hands before he wrapped a hand tightly around your upper arm. Then he tugged.Â
âHey!â you said, fighting against his grip as he manhandled you. He turned you roughly, his other hand fingering the zipper of your dress, while the other held you in place. âBe careful with the dress,â you whined.
âStop actinâ like a fuckinâ child,â he muttered, helping you out of your dress.
âA child? Well⊠that doesnât bode well for you with what youâre about to do.â
That stopped him in his tracks, eyes burning as he let go of you. âJesus Christ,â he hissed, throwing your dress over his pile of clothes, âyouâre fuckinâ unbelievable.â
Freed from his grip, a smirk pulled at your lips as you shuffled up the bed. Leaning back on your elbows, you seductively parted your legs for him, showing him the darkened patch of fabric scarcely covering your cunt.
âYou keep saying that,â you smiled, saccharine and sticky like syrup.Â
âIâll stop when you finally start behavinâ.â Joelâs hand wrapped around your ankle, tugging you towards him with a hard jerk, making a giggly squeal escape you.Â
âNeverâ HEY!â
A ripping sound tore through the room, your skimpy panties tattered in his large hands. A smirk spread over his face. The motherfucker looked mighty pleased with himself.
âSurprised youâre even wearinâ these,â he said, thumbing at the wet patch of arousal, before he tossed them to the floor. âA slut like you shouldâve gone without, shouldn't you?âÂ
The warmth of his touch over your knees had you twitching for him, goosebumps following his hands as they rubbed gently up and down your legs. His eyes never left your face though, watching every reaction you gave up.Â
âIâŠâ your rebuttal trailed off when he fell to his knees, slotting between your own and spreading you open for him, one hand glided down the outside of your thigh to your ass, while the other found your aching clit.
Then he spat. A thick blob of saliva ran from the top of your mound down your clit, where it combined with your arousal shining through your glistening folds.
âJoel!?â you gasped when the rough pad made contact, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure, spreading his spit around in small circles.Â
You kinda hated this part; getting eaten out. No partner had gotten it right before. Not that it wasnât enjoyable, it could be, but never seeing stars good⊠And you couldnât help but think about that first time someone had gone down on you, about the boytoy youâd had wrapped around your finger freshman year. Heâd given you an orgasm maybe 60% of the time heâd fucked you (which was a better successrate than your later hook-ups), but his comment as heâd gotten on his knees for you for the first time still rang loudly in your head.
Itâs not supposed to look like that, is it?Â
The small laugh heâd let out had only made it worse, and youâd dumped him less than twenty-four hours later. Now, you hated having a man this close to your pussy.
Your hand found Joelâs shoulder, where it pushed. âI donâtâŠâ you interrupted yourself with a hand over your face, not wanting to look at him.
âWhat, baby?âÂ
Suddenly he was there, hovering above you, caging you in with his body, heavy hand pushing at your own over your face.Â
âAinât in the mood for the orgasm I owe ya, is that it?â he smirked, and you stayed obstinately silent for a second.
âWhat is it, hm?â he asks you, âNot gonna let me taste that pretty pussy?âÂ
PrettyâŠ
âJoelâŠâÂ
Your eyes searched his face, looking to find where heâd hidden his lie. His face grew sterner, eyebrows pulling together in a furrow.Â
âTell me.â
Your front tooth caught on your lip and a heat prickled up your neck. You couldnât tell him, you just couldnât. Joelâs palm found your cheek, heavy and safe against your skin, letting his thumb sooth you and your eyelids fluttered from his touch. A breath got caught in your throat when he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to the column of your neck, your pulse vibrating under his lips.
âDo I have to wring it outta you?â he whispered against your skin, his hand gliding from your cheek to fit around your neck. The air between you changed and you forced yourself to snap back into your disguise.Â
âIâd like to see you try.â
A deep rumbling laugh vibrated against your skin and Joel found your eyes again. His hand around your neck soothed over your skin and you found yourself pushing up into his hand, daring him to tighten his grip.
âThere she is⊠my brat,â he smiled.
Mine.
He was gone before the possessive word could settle, hovering over your body as he rid himself of his shirt. You couldnât help but drink him in, he was so handsome, broad and strong with speckled grey hairs trailing to the heavy bulge hidden away behind the soft fabric of his dress pants. His undone belt clicked as he moved closer, climbing onto the bed between your legs.
âScoot up,â Joel ordered with a tap to the outer skin of your thigh.Â
The huff you let out was exasperated, earning you a stern look as his large palms found the cheeks of your ass, patting your skin lightly, before he helped you move. The way he fluffed the pillows behind your back was almost tender, and your eyebrows pulled together in the slightest frown.Â
âIs your definition of âwringinâ it outta meâââ you mocked his drawl, ââfucking like a boring old married couple in missionary? Is that what you used to do with your wife?â
The way Joelâs eyes hardened made a smile break over your face. Quickly, you regretted the smile when his hand clasped around your wrist, bending it backwards towards the bed post.
âHey! What are you doing?â you demanded, playfully fighting against his grip, but Joel was too strong.
âBehave.â
âBut I hate that,â you exclaimed with a sigh, pushing your head back into the pillow.
His silk tie tickled against the thin skin under your wrist, and you had to turn your head to watch him as he tied your hand to the bed. The way he did it exuded no nonsense; his eyebrows were tied together in concentration as practiced fingers danced over the knots, testing them with a light tug.
âIâm givinâ you what you ainât closed to earnedâ so you oughta be grateful, princess, ând thank me,â he told you as he moved on to your other hand.
Joel raised an eyebrow at you when he grabbed a hold of it, daring you to put up a fight again.Â
âThank you, Daddy.âÂ
The way you said it was sugary sweet, and you knew he didnât believe a word you said, but a pleased smile settled over his lips either way. Then his fingers found his belt, tugging it from his waist all in one go, his muscles moved under his skin from the strain. The leather felt harsher around your skin than his tie, but Joel made sure to not tie it to tightly. When he was pleased with you, he found his spot between your legs again.Â
His rough hands teased over your naked skin, eyes fixed on the way it gave way for him when he squeezed ever so slightly. You couldnât help but watch him â there was nothing you could do now, your hands literally tied.Â
âI oughta tie these too I reckon,â he mused, pushing your legs wider, âbut Iâm outta rope,â he chuckled, way too pleased with his own joke.
âHa-ha-ha,â you said, voice dry with an unimpressed look on your face.Â
Lowering himself, he placed playful lovebites to the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. The lower he got, the closer he got, you felt yourself brace for impact as your eyes found the ceiling.Â
You felt his hot breath first, gentle huffs against your spit-soaked clit. How soft his kiss was, you didnât expectâ didnât expect the fluttering touch of his lips down your pussy, so gentle against the core of you. A stuttering breath caught in your throat, and quickly you melted against the pillows.Â
âHey,â Joel caught your attention. He had that look in his eyes, something dark and filled with lust as he let the scratch of his rough beard rub against the thin skin of your inner thigh. âLook at me, only me, you hear?âÂ
He underlined his order with a soothing kiss to the sensitive skin, pulling a nod from you. Pleased, his lips skated downwards, teeth nipping playfully at the skin, leaving small bursts of electricity in the wake of his touch.Â
âSuch a pretty pussy, babyâ all wet ând messy fâme.â Joel spoke with a deep bass, as two fingers found your seam, swiping them through your folds. âListen,â he told you, as the slick sound of your arousal filled the cabin.Â
The beat in your chest seemed louder and louder in your ears the more he taunted you. You didnât want to do this with Joel â fake it â feel that stone of disappointment sink into the depths of yourself as the orgasm you so desperately wanted fizzled away into nothing. Couldnât he just rub your clit a little? Finger you instead?Â
With his fingers Joel spread you apart and a heat travelled up your neck. You felt so exposed, and you had to fight not to look away from him when he leaned forward with the flat of his tongue, tasting you. A breath caught in your throat like a reflex, and a low hum rumbled out of Joelâs chest, almost in⊠contentment. Your eyebrows met in a furrow then.
He couldnât seriously like this?Â
He continued to lap at your folds, taking his time, and it felt⊠good, really good. When he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit, you couldnât fight back your moan.Â
âCâmon, let me hear you, princess,â he said, his tone of voice way too cocky.
He latched on to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue in a way no man had ever done before. It was intense, sloppy, almost primal. Small, breathy sighs built in your chest, and you wished you could touch him, hold on to him.
Joel licked down through your folds again; his tongue teasing at your hole. âIsââ you cut yourself off with a surprised gasp, reeling from the way his tongue pushed into you. âIs t-this what you call e-eating pussy?â you tried again to taunt, far from convincing.Â
Joel didnât bother with a reply. Instead, he switched his tongue with his fingers. The wet mix of your arousal and saliva made the slide easy. A breathy whimper escaped your lips when he curled them, hitting the spongy spot inside you and hurling you quickly towards your release.
âFuck,â you sighed, bucking your hips against his lips closing around your clit again.
You couldnât stay still, your hips moving erratically to meet the swipes and zigzags of his tongue. Never had it felt like this, this good, this perfect. His fingers moved easily in and out, in and out, with a slick squelch. Squeezing your eyes shut, Joel coaxed you closer and closer to your orgasm. The pads of his fingers hit you just right, massaging with every thrust. An increasing pressure swiweled in your stomach around the laps of his tongue around your clit. Your back moved on itâs own, arching off the bed as his makeshift restraints tightened with your movement. A hand found your ass then, holding you flush to his face and you felt yourself starting to wither.
âThere she goes⊠my good girl,â he hummed against you, âCome all over my tongue, princess.â
You let the wave of pleasure wash over you with a broken scream. You didnât have to fake a thing as your whole body shook with your orgasm. His fingers continued their pace, pushing through your spasming walls and prolonging your ecstasy. Every sigh and whimpering moan was real, and you lost yourself in the buzzing feeling of Joel taking you apart and putting you back together again.Â
When the aftershocks fizzled out Joel pulled his fingers, slicked up and soaked from your cunt. A cocky grin coated his face as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking your cum off his fingers. When your eyes found his, something in them had you slipping under, a want so strong to drown in them.Â
He climbed off the bed, your blissed out gaze rolling over him as he removed his dress pants and underwear. You could feel yourself go doe eyed when he took his hard cock in hand, giving it a few practiced tugs as he studied you at his mercy, spread apart and dripping with a mix of your pearly arousal, his spit and your cum.Â
He was perfect; his broad chest, tanned under the Texan sun with speckled hairs trailing down his torso where it ended in a dark wiry patch at the base of his impressive cock. Your mouth dropped open in the smallest of oâs â you wanted to taste him again, feel your spit mixed with his precum on your tongue, the thick head of his cock knock at the back of your throat.Â
âDaddyâŠâ you pleaded, putting on your best puppy dog eyes.
âWhat, princess?â he taunted, voice laced with fake pity as he climbed on the bed again. Letting go of his thick cock, he wrapped his hands under your armpits and hiked you upright against the pillows. Under him you couldnât help but soften at the edges.
âWhat dâyou want, huh? What does my slut want?â he continued, straddling your body, two strong thighs on either side of your torso. He was so close like this, veiny cock inches from your waiting mouth. Reluctantly, you tore your gaze away to find his eyes, focusing hard on finding your words as you could see him start to stroke himself again in your peripheral. The large head of his cock grazed your lips with every stroke, pearling a salty taste of precum for you to taste.
âWhy do you ask, when you already know?â you said, your voice lacking your infamous bite. A smile tore at Joelâs face, and a rumbling laugh escaped him as he moved closer.Â
âMaybe my cock plugginâ up that throat will make you behave fâme?â he mused, like he was speaking his inner thoughts out loud and you werenât even there. âAt least youâd be quiet for once.â
His other hand found your chin, then, robbing you of your answer as he squeezed at the flesh, forcing your mouth to pop open. âKiss it for Daddy, princess,â he ordered, slapping his cock on your waiting tongue.Â
When he let go of your face, you wrapped your plush lips around his thick head, suckling wet kisses to the tip. A lewd moan escaped you at the familiar taste of him, his musk filling your nostrils. It was addicting, Joel was addicting, and you needed more.
The desperate whine you let out, earned you a reprimanding slap to your cheek. âDonât get greedy now, âm gonna give ya what you want,â he told you and pulled back, while the sting prickled away. You couldnât help the pout forming, and Joel was quick to sooth it away with his thumb tracing over your lips.Â
âListen, baby,â he found your eyes, âYou kick me, alright? You kick me âf you wanna stop.â
âOkay,â you sighed.
âOkay, what?â he demanded with a slap of his cock against your cheek, smearing glistening precum over your skin.
âOkay, Daddy,â you smiled and dropped your mouth open so he could feed you his cock â all the way this time.
âThatâs it, my good girl.â
Eagerly, your plush lips wrapped around his cock, his heavy cock plugged up your throat as he made room for himself. You didnât gag right away like last time, you had practice now. As he pushed himself deeper, his hand braced himself against the headboard, while the other cradled your head â his rough thumb skated gently over your skin as he gently rocked his hips.
âFuck,â he moaned above you, âThatâs it, slut, let me feel your throat open fâme.â
Closing your eyes, you tried to calm yourself, holding back your gag reflex as tears started to prickle at your eyes. Even with practice, Joel wasnât easy to take. Your lips stretched wide around the girth of him, swollen and used as spit slicked up his pubes. With each rock of his hips you felt the bulbous head knock at the back of your throat, bruising your flesh.
The sight of you mustâve been pornographic; your throat bulging with every rock of his hips as your spit dripped down your chest, pooling at his thighs stretched over your chest.
A vicious gag choked you, and Joel pulled back quickly, his cock wet with your spit bopping heavily in front of you face. You spluttered between gasps of air, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth as tears ran in a steady stream, smudging your make-up. His hand cradling your head tightened slightly, tilting you to catch his eyes as something close to worry flashed over his face.
âDonât close your eyes, you hear me?â his voice was strict, âând I need ya to kick me!â
âKeep going!âÂ
Your voice was hoarse and wet, but it didnât seem to convince Joel. His face gave nothing away, stern and hard, teeth biting down a scowl â but his hands were tender, stroking at your skin.
âAinât ever been with a woman whoâs as much of a slut as you I reckon,â he mused, his hand leaving your face to grip himself, tapping the length of himself against your skin.
âEmbarrassing way to admit you havenât been with a lot of women, Joel,â you told him, hiding your smile behind a soft kiss to the wet head of his cock.Â
âJesus Christ.â A laugh escaped him, surprisingly light for someone out to punish you.Â
Moving your head, you started to press light kisses down his shaft, waiting for Joel to take control again, to punish you â like you âdeserved,â but all he did was a whole lot of nothing. When your tongue finally reached the base of him, your cheek pressed into the crease between his thigh and hip as your lips brushed gently against the soft skin of his balls â so heavy and full. Wrapping his hand around himself, he stroked in languid motions, like he savored it, wanted to memorize every calculated jerk.
ââs that what you want, huh?â he asked, voice low and dark, almost tainting, and you couldnât hold back the mewl escaping you. âGo on then, princess, suck on my balls like a good whore.â
With his other hand he guided one of his balls to your mouth. When you wrapped your lips around him, suckling gently at the sensitive skin, a deep groan fell from Joelâs lips.
âThatâs good, princess, thatâs so fuckinâ good.â
Being so close, breathing in the masculine musk of him, you almost squirmed under his weight, your cunt desperate and dripping with arousal. You felt so dirty, sucking on the balls of a man more than twice your age as he had his way with you. It would never feel like this again with anyone else â you knew it, you didnât know how, but you did.Â
âCâmon, give the other one some sugar too.â
Humming out in an agreement, you let go with a pop as he guided the other ball into your waiting mouth for you to suckle around. The rhythm of his strokes picked up when you flattened your tongue, licking at the seam.
âGod,â he groaned, âsuch a fuckinâ slut fâmeâ so fuckinâ desperate for my balls in your mouthââÂ
Joel cut himself off with a deep groan, as he backed up, making you chase after him as he held himself at the base, squeezing. Your restraints dug into your wrists, and you whined in defeat.Â
This bondage act was starting to get old.
âGonna come already, old man?âÂ
Joel didnât seem to like your attitude, his joints cracking as he climbed back onto the bed, the welcomed weight of him now gone.Â
âThatâs rich,â he spat, âcoming from the one showinâ up here all desperate for me to fuck her.â
âWell, Iâm waiting,â you told him with a roll of your eyes, voice bored.Â
That seemed to finally inspire some action in him. With stern eyes, and a stern grip, Joel parted your legs to slot between. The way his hands dug into your skin hurt, angry finger-shaped welts as he manuveroured you, had you wishing for the dizzying pain of a bruise tomorrow to remind you of this, of Joel.
Your hips bucked when you felt the blunt head of his cock against your clit, making him throw a hand over your waist to keep you still. A heat coated your cheeks when you heard it, the slick sound of your wet cunt as he dragged himself up and down your folds, coating himself in your desperation.Â
âMissionary?â you bit, fighting hard to hold back your moans as he teased at your dripping opening, âYouâre so old fashioned.â
âI like to watch brats break when they finally get a cock in them,â he bit back, âNow beg fâmine.â
âNo,â you hiccuped, with a weak shake of your head.Â
Joel played dirty â his thumb came up to graze over your clit, as he continued to tease his cock at your opening, pressing in slightly and then pulling out again just as quickly. He had you squirming for him in seconds, desperate to feel him make a home for himself inside you.
âBeg, brat.â
His thumb on your clit pressed down harder in tight, practiced figure eights, and you had no choice but to break. You needed him, needed Joel inside.Â
âPlease,â you gasped, âPlease, fuck me.â
But Joel continued circling his thumb, drawing you closer to the edge again. It got harder and harder to stay still as he pushed at your boundaries. Everything inside you screamed for him, like you were a piece of metal and he was the magnet. You couldnât stay away, youâd always end up pressed against him.Â
âWhose cunt is this?â he demanded, suddenly hovering above you, dark eyes staring into yours. A large palm held your head in place, anchoring you to him, his face, this moment.
âYours,â you whispered, âYours, Joel.â
His name left your lips as a sight, the syllables stolen out of the air when he pushed at your opening, heavy cock splitting you in two and seating himself in your heat. He had your legs shaking, head lulling into his palm at the pleasurable pressure poking at the depths of you, where no one but Joel could reach.
âItâs okay, babyâ you come on that cock if ya need to,â he hummed, a hint of condescension in his low voice as he continued to rub your clit.
Everything was coming to a head. Pleasure beamed through your body, like a supernova, as you exploded for Joel, shaking under his body as your eyes rolled back in your head. Whimpering moans stole your breaths, and you almost didnât register Joelâs deep voice rumbling against the collum of your throat.
âCâmon⊠thatâs it⊠good girl, thatâs my good girlâ yâfeel so good, baby.â
His warm breath felt sticky against your skin, and you found yourself hoping heâd never leave; that you could somehow tattoo how he felt against you on your skin, let him mark you as his.Â
When your legs stopped shaking, Joelâs thumb stopped bullying your clit. He let you catch your breath, heaving chest slowing to steady rhythm again. His eyes found yours again, and for a moment they were almost tender, as something real started to weigh between you. You wanted to say something, anything, but Joel pulled away, hooking his arms under your knees before he finally started to pound into you, chasing his own high.
âFuck,â you gasped, your walls already sensitive from the multiple orgasms heâd already given you. The way he split you open around the girth of him, it was always too much, you couldnât see how youâd ever get used to the feeling of him.Â
Joel's breath got heavier as he picked up his pace, balls slapping wetly against your ass, as deep groans vibrated through his chest.
âThatâs it, princess, you take it,â he rambled, âGood girlâ go dumb on that cock fâme.â
His hands dug into your skin, his mind so caught up in you, in the way you felt squeezing around him.
Slap, slap, slap.
He was so deep, he mustâve fucked his way into your stomach. You felt yourself go limp in his arms, letting him take what he needed, letting him use you for his own pleasure.Â
âGod, yâwere made fâtakinâ my big cock, baby.â
âGonna fill up this pretty cuntâ watch it leak outta ya.â
âPlease,â you begged between harsh thrusts, your tits bouncing with every sway of his hips, âPlease, come inside me, Daddy.â
With a particularly sharp thrust, his balls pulled tight against your ass, and Joel came. Deep groans of satisfaction filled your ears, the sweetest sound, as he pumped you full. He rutted into you until there was nothing left, your cunt overflowing with his sticky seed. A content sigh left your lips at the feeling, your body finally sated.Â
Thoughts traveled to the next moments, how you wanted him to pull you into his chest, strong arms pulled tight around your body as you both calmed down. To be held close in his embrace, a comforting hand at the back of your neck. You wanted him to kiss you, longed to feel his lips brush over yours. You searched for Joelâs eyes, searched for a small inkling of reciprocation.
Maybe youâd say something stupid â finally let go of all the feelings you canât control anymore.
But Joelâs eyes didnât want to catch yours, and he pulled away too quickly, sliding his softening cock from your ruined cunt. You were gonna make a mess of his sheets, you probably already had judging from the slick feeling on the inside of your thighs as you closed them.Â
Something in the air felt loaded suddenly, and you wanted to reach for him, touch his rough skin and ground yourself away from your nagging insecuritiesâ But you couldnât, your hands were bound. His strong back muscles moved under his skin as he fished his shirt from the floor, now crinkled, ruined.Â
âWanna go again?â you tried, pushing at his back, barely out of reach, with your foot.Â
He let you push at him, but the sigh he let out as he stood to his feet to get dressed had your stomach tie itself in a knot.Â
âThis ainât happeninâ again,â he sighed, getting dressed.Â
âSure,â you nodded in a scoff, unconvinced as a mischievous smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Between your legs you felt yourself start to leak, his thick spend running down your folds to your ass, and onto the sheets.
When he finally turned around, large fingers fiddling with the small buttons of his shirt, his eyes finally caught yours. Biting down on your lip, you spread your legs coquettishly, showing him where heâd claimed you.Â
His eyes, however, never wandered, the familiar warmth that you had seen barely a few minutes ago now gone, his expression stoic and unreadable. You felt the knot in your stomach from earlier tighten.
âIâm serious,â he told you, and almost on instinct you felt your legs close as he leaned over you, untying one of your hands, âYou ever pull something like this again, and itâll be the last time you ever see me.âÂ
You felt your face drop despite yourself as he untied the other hand, the corners of your mouth straightening out as a small frown appeared between your brows. You were silent for a moment as Joel walked to the other end of the room, plucking his jacket up off of the chair. Your eyes tracked his movements apprehensively.Â
âI thought you liked it when I behaved this way,â you said eventually, and you hated the way your tone sounded. You had meant for it to be a challenge, a call-out of his hypocrisy, but instead you sounded like a child; disappointed and petulant.Â
âListen,â he started, voice calm but with a seriousness that made a nervousness tug at the back of your neck. âYouâve had your fun, and I can tolerate a lotta shit, butâ... you gotta learn some fuckinâ boundaries.â Your frown only deepened at his words.Â
âCominâ hereââ his voice stalled as he shook his head, shrugging on the jacket âThis is my family, my brotherâs weddingâ my fuckinâ daughter is here⊠You canât just show up in my life like some kind of trainwreck every time you need me to fuck you.âÂ
âHow else am I supposed to do it? You donât exactly text,â you bit back, âAnd donât pretend like you donât like it,â you fumbled for a retort.Â
âThatâs just a shitty excuse for unacceptable behaviour, and you know it,â Joel said, and you felt yourself get angry at how calm he was.Â
It was embarrassing; your cheeks burned bright like a flame, and it fueled a deep pit of annoyance inside of you, one you didnât even know existed as your jaw bit down in a clench. Lifting your chin in a defiant scoff, youâre not proud of the next words out of your mouth.
âYouâre full of shit,â you said with a shake of your head, âYouâll barely last a week and you know it... you love it, love putting me in my place like this.â
âSure I do,â Joel said with a nonchalant shrug, âBut I sure as shit didn't sign up to deal with your antics... thatâs a job for your real Daddy, sweetheart.â  Â
That last comment felt like a slap in the face. A job for your real Daddy. In your chest you felt something cave in, as a paralyzing shock swept over your body. You went cold, so cold as your eyes drifted past Joel, and swiveled into the wood walls. He was right, Joel was right, but you never imagined heâd slap you in the face like this with the truth.Â
âSo, listen up now, this is what youâre gonna do,â Joel said as he stepped towards you, looking you straight in the eye, âYou're gonna take your shit, ând your shitty attitude, ând you're gonna quietly slip outta here ând pretend like you were never even fuckinâ here in the first place. âs that clear?âÂ
You were barely able to nod before he stepped back and turned his back on you. When his hand found the doorknob, he threw you one last look.Â
âYou better not be here when I get back.â
part four -> here!
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would u maybbeeeee write abby spanking reader and then fingering her <3 brat tamer abby thoughts rnâŠ.
i love love love ur writing!! + hope ur having a wonderful day/afternoon/evening wherever u are :3
cw: daddy kink, spanking, fingering, daddy abby goes crazy btw
thank u so much !!!! hope ur having a good day/night too !! i love u !!!!
âstay fuckinâ still,â abby spits through a clenched jaw, holding your hips down across her lap, her other hand landing harsh slaps that sting, leaving a handprint.
âiâm trying! it hurts!â you turn to look at abby over your shoulder, gasping when she grabs your jaw to turn you back around. âoh, it hurts? too fucking bad. shut up and take it.â she lands another slap on each side, smirking at your gasps and moans. âplease, daddy. please,â you beg. you donât know what youâre begging for. it feels good, you donât want her to stop. but you need more. abby scoffs, her hand coming round to hold your throat, pulling you up to look at her. âthe fuck did you call me? dirty fuckinâ girl,â she smirks, looking down at the darkened patch on her grey sweatpants. âyouâre fucking soaked. god, youâre a slut. you want me to fuck you? you think you deserve it? you think you deserve me inside you after the shit you pulled today?â abby holds your throat tighter, pulling you in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek to keep you grounded. you nod quickly, your eyes closed. âyeah, thatâs right. youâre daddyâs girl, arenât you?â she whispers, moving her hand from your throat to your hips, her other hand slowly trailing down your back, pushing you back down across her lap. âopen those legs for me, baby. iâll give you what you want, come on,â she encourages, your legs opening, your back arching as abby pushes three fingers into your soaked cunt. her thrusts are vigorous, and donât show any sign of stopping. your moans echo through the house, your hips pushing back against abbyâs hand, your bedsheets clutched in your hands.
abby sighs, pulling away, leaving you empty. âturn around, baby. gotta see your face. need to see your face, come on,â abby picks you up by your waist, placing you against her pillows, spreading your legs again, resuming the fast paced thrusts of her fingers. âmessy girl. soaking my fingers. daddyâs best girl,â abby says into your neck, her fingers moving brutally fast. your mouth hangs open, clawing down abbyâs back as you gasp. âgonna cum, baby? gonna cum for daddy? yeah, i know, baby. let it out. come on, give it to me. cum on daddyâs fingers. such a good, messy girl.â abby encourages as you let go around her, your mind blank as you hold onto abbyâs broad shoulders, your face up and in the crook of where her neck meets her shoulder.
after catching your breath, abby pulls her hands away, tapping your lips with her messy fingers. âopen up.â
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⊠love and deep spaceđ«
â ~đđšđđ”đŹ'đș đŻđŹđšđ«đȘđšđ”đ¶đ”đș~â
⥠Zayne x MC/Reader âĄ
masterlist đđđ đđĄđđđ
âAs I just started love and deep space this might not be right or not close!â
MDNI!!! 18++
Warnings!: P in V, Creampie, Rough sex, Bratty MC/Reader, Making out, Spanking, Deepthroat, Choking, Punishment, Orgasm control, Forced orgasm, BDSM, Shibari, Ice play, Phone sex, Nudes, Public, Breeding kink, OOC Zayne!âĄ
SFW!
⧠Zayne is the type of person who would hate PDA in public but if he sees another guy flirting with you he will walk up behind you to kiss your check to show that your taken.âŁ
â§Zayne is one of those guys that is barley home because of work but he will call you and face time you a lot more whenever he's free.âŁ
â§We all know he barley takes days off, but since he started to date you, he has taken more days off then normal just to hang out with you and to chill.âŁ
â§He loves to have coffee dates with you whenever he can, especially at that cafe you love.âŁ
â§He loves to surprise you with small gifts frequently because he loves to see your pretty smile as he said in his words.âŁ
â§He loves to take care of you in any way he can for you.âŁ
â§Zayne sets up an extra alarm every day before he gets up to work so he can cuddle with you before he leaves even if you are asleep.âŁ
â§On the days he can't spend his lunch with you he buys you lunch and makes his assistant drive to you to give it to you.âŁ
â§We all know he is a gentle boi but when you make him mad, he ignores you for an hour exact (he can't spend much time away from you or he feels bad).âŁ
â§When he has to stay overnight in the hospital he tries to call you before you go to bed or he just sleeps on call with you.âŁ
~SEXUAL CONTENT MDNIII!!~
NSFW!
⧠Zayne is a brat tamer 100% so whenever you're acting up and go against him or talk back to him, he will make you bend over his knee and spank you 15 times or more until you use a safe word.âŁ
â§He loves to leave a small vibrator in your pussy and tease you with the settings and watch you squirm as you try to hide you sounds when the both of you go out to dinner or lunch.âŁ
â§He loves when you deepthroat his dick, he loves how you let him take control and fuck your face fast or slow he can't choose.âŁ
â§He loves your mouth it doesn't matter if you're sucking his dick or having a sensual make out session with him he just loves how your soft or rough lips feel against him.âŁ
â§Zayne LOVES!! your sounds so he hates whenever you try to cover your sounds from him that will just result in a punishment from him.
â§He loves to tie you up to the bed post for he can admire you slowly while he has complete control over you.âŁ
â§He loves to practice shibari with you, he loves the red rope against your skin he thinks it makes you more beautiful he loves to take pictures of you tied up so pretty for him.âŁ
â§When Zayne has to stay in the hospital overnight in his office, he loves to call you sometimes to tease you over the phone and make you play with yourself with your camara on so he can see.âŁ
â§He loves when you send him nudes but is easily embarrassed when you send him nudes when he's in front of people he later punishes you for acting out in front of people.âŁ
â§Whenever he is fucking you missionary or doggystyle , he loves to put his hand on your neck and squeeze lightly he loves your reaction to him doing that.âŁ
â§He loves whenever you ride him, he loves having control in the bedroom but once in a while he's too tired, so he wants you in control for once.âŁ
â§He definitely has a breeding kink 100%.âŁ
â§Zayne loves to finish inside of you, he loves how you tighten up around his dick as you both come together, and he loves the thrill of you getting pregnant.âŁ
â§He is rough whenever he's mad at you or someone else but the aftercare after is just top tier, he will give you cuddles, kissed, and snacks you need or drinks and he will run a bath with your bubbles you love.âŁ
â§He loves to make you cum with long his fingers or tongue 2 or 3 times before he fucks you, he loves how sensitive you can get.âŁ
â§After two rounds of him fucking you he forces one more orgasm from you before he's done with you.âŁ
â§Something the both of you love is when he plays with his Evol in bed, Zayne loves to make ice cubes and drag them down your hot skin slowly or press the ice cube against your clit while he fingers you open for him.âŁ
OK THAT CONCLUDES ZAYNES HEADCANNONS I did kinda rush it so it's kinda all over the place but hopefully its good!!âĄ
âFeedback is appreciated!!â
#love and deep space#love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#love and deepspace fanfic#love and deepspace fluff#lnd zayne#zayne x reader#lads zayne#dr zayne#l&ds zayne#lnds#lnds zayne#love and deepspace zayne#zayne smut#zayne fluff#love and deepspace x reader#zayne headcanons#zayne x you#zayne l&ds#zayne lads#zayne lnd#zayne x mc#x reader#female reader#zayne x y/n#zayne x reader smut#zayne x oc#zayne#đđđđđ'đ đđđđïżœïżœïżœïżœđđđđđđ ËÊâĄÉË
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i love the mean abby with reader finding a kitten i really dont know how to do requests this is my frist one buuut, how do you feel about mean!abby headcannonsđđ
hi!! ^^ thanks for the req i loved writing this. mean!abby is a true softie she just needs to be reminded of it sometimes. :3
sheâll 100% ignore you if she feels like youâre being too clingy. sorry but if sheâs trying to get a workout in and you text her more than twice (and itâs not an emergency), sheâs blocking you for a few hours. đ
not that sheâs mean mean, she just wants whatâs best for you. you have an exam to study for? sheâs making sure you get it done before you get to hang out with her. a little tired but you have to go party with your friends? youâre not going at all, you need to rest.
sheâs also definitely a brat tamer. if she ever senses attitude or you talk back sheâs gonna make sure youâre sorry and that you canât walk the next morning.
abby love love loves to spoil you but you always have to say please and thank you. sometimes sheâll snap at you for having too much clutter in the house (sheâs a neat freak and it overstimulates her) but sheâs the one who buys all that junk for you. <33
same goes for having too many clothes. she has like 10 pieces of clothing total and always complains that it takes up too much closet space, but if you ever ask her to buy you something sheâll say yes without a doubt.
about the kitten, sheâs one of those people who swears she hates it and didnât want to keep it, but she and the cat are bonded like no other!!! she loves playing with it and making it chase a laser pointer, and sometimes youâll come home to them cuddling together. she loves to act like she hates the cat but cmon theyâre best friends.
another thing about the cat, she does that air jail thing where she just picks the cat up and lets it struggle in the air a little bit before putting it down as a punishment if it gets in trouble.
also we all know mean!abby has a mega resting bitch face. her sharp eyebrows paired with her naturally pouty lips always make her look so >:(
and she always volunteers to be your personal bodyguard. no matter where you go, sheâs looking out for you. if thereâs something bothering you trust sheâs gonna get to the bottom of it.
#wow two posts in a day look at me go#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson tlou2#abby the last of us#abby tlou#the last of us
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she a bad lil bitch, she a rebel | joel miller
Summary | Joel has to teach you a damn lesson, just like always.
Pairing | Brat Tamer!Joel x F!Reader
Word Count | 4K
Warnings | brat tamer!Joel, softdom!Joel, praise kink, implied age gap, spanking, use of rope restraints, hair-pulling, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, (1) singular pussy slap, unprotected PiV sex, rough sex, oral sex (M&F receiving), face-fucking, fingering, dirty talk, breath play, biting, cum play/cum eating, reader is a bratty menace, aftercare(!), no use of y/n.
Authors Note | All I'm going to say is this came to me in a dream and I had to get it down on paper. Mostly written on my phone with very little proofreading, so any mistakes are my own and I will live and die by them. This is basically just pure filth. Enjoy, and happy birthday to that old man. I love him but I would give him the hardest time, just like reader.
Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi
If there was one thing that you lived for, it was pushing Joel Millerâs patience. The poor man had wandered into Jackson, little girl in tow, looking worn and weary almost a year ago, and from the moment you set eyes on him, you just knew you had to give this old man a run for his money.Â
Youâd started subtle, flirting with him on patrol, taking his distaste at your attempt to talk to him at every second as a personal challenge to break him, to work him down just enough to make your move. After a couple of weeks, heâs started talking, mainly in single word answers, but youâd managed to slowly chip him down.Â
Then came the weekly drinks at The Tipsy Bison, everyone on patrol usually went, apart from those scheduled to be out that day, but heâd started laughing at your jokes and had even opted to sit next to you on occasion. Then one night, heâd walked you home, youâd had one too many glasses of whiskey, kissed him on the porch but agreed it wasnât right to fuck right then, but heâd come back, that next night, both of you sober, and youâd kissed him again, and the rest really was history.Â
Itâs late afternoon when he comes through his front door, toeing his boots off as the door slams behind him. Youâve been led on his couch for most of the afternoon, reading a book youâd plucked from his shelf â some nonsense Western that did nothing to keep your attention, but was enough to keep you occupied whilst you waited for him to come home.Â
âAfternoon,â You sing to him as he shrugs his jacket off, hanging it on the coat stand near the door, âGood patrol?âÂ
âWas fine,â He grumbles, just like he always does, he swats at your legs to get you to move them enough for him to sit down, âScoot,â You lift them up just long enough for him to ease himself onto the couch, before you put them back down on his lap, abandoning the book on the coffee table, âYou sort the stuff in the kitchen like I asked?âÂ
âNo.â You say simply, shaking your head, subtly digging the heel of your foot into the front of his jeans.Â
His big palm circles your ankle, gripping in warning, âWhat about the sheets, you wash âem?â
âDid you see them pegged out when you came home?â You ask, sweetly, using your other foot now to dig into his jeans.Â
âWill you fuckinâ quit it?â He seethes a little, other hand gripping your other ankle to still you, âWhat have you done all day, huh?â He implores, âI donât keep ya around to lounge about lookinâ pretty.âÂ
You chuckle, âThatâs exactly why you keep me around, old man.âÂ
âShut up,â He squeezes at your ankles, âI asked you a question, you gonna answer me?âÂ
You shrug, âWoke up late,â You hold up one finger, âFelt horny so I got myself off,â Another finger, âHad a shower, used the last of that nice soap,â Another finger, âMade lunch,â Another finger, âAnd then led here reading one of your stupid books until you came home.â A final finger raised so youâre holding up and entire hand, palm facing towards him.Â
Youâre looking at him, all scowling face and dark eyes as his fingers wrap even tighter around your ankles. If you didnât know him like you did, youâd be frightened, but you know heâs just thinking about the best way to deal with you. You wonder which of his lessons heâs going to bring out today as the look heâs giving you shoots straight down to your core.Â
âI ask you to do two things,â He sighs, like heâs tired, âI ainât exactly expectinâ slave labour from you, and you sit here and treat it like the Hilton?âÂ
âWhatâs the Hilton?â You ask, genuinely curious, thinking it must have been something from the times before all this, the times you were too young to remember.Â
âForget it.â He growls, and you think any minute now heâs gonna move to drag you off and show you just how bad youâve been, but he doesnât move, just sits with your ankles clasped in his hands, staring at the wall in front of him.Â
âIâve been so bad Joel,â You goad, trying to wriggle your ankles free, âArenât you going to teach me a lesson?âÂ
âNo,â He spits, âI ainât, because you like it too damn much, ainât teachinâ you anythinâ because you never learn.âÂ
You pout a little, looking up at him through your eyelashes, âPromise to listen real hard this time Joel,â You promise, âTry and learn and much as possible.âÂ
âNo,â He speaks, stern tone, with a warning squeeze to your ankles again, âBeen a long day, donât have the energy to bring you into line.âÂ
âAh, I see,â You muse, âYouâre feeling too old today.âÂ
âWhat did you just say tâme?â Heâs incredulous now, good, youâve got him just where you want him.Â
âOh, nothing,â You giggle, âDonât worry.âÂ
It seems to do the trick though, because heâs pushing himself up from the couch, gripping at your wrist now to pull you up as well. He pushes you gently by the small of your back to get you to walk in front of him, âUpstairs.â Is the only instruction he gives, along with a playful swat to your bottom as you start up the stairs.Â
Heâs crowding behind you, always following just one step behind as you make your way to his bedroom, suddenly aware that you didnât make the bed when you rolled out of this morning. Thatâs surely another black mark to your name, you think, as he sits down on the edge of the bed.Â
âGet undressed.âÂ
This is new, normally Joel liked to be the one to unwrap you, but you start working on the buttons of your shirt, undoing it and dropping it to the floor, followed closely behind by your jeans, leaving you standing in front of him in your underwear, âAll of it.â He demands.Â
Your hands shakily reach behind you to unclasp your bra, dragging it from your body to land with the rest of your clothes. You drag your panties down your legs and step out of them, wrapping your arms across your chest to try and cover yourself a little. Joel reaches out a hand to you, which you take timidly, expecting him to pull you into him so he could put his mouth on you, anywhere, but instead, you find yourself pulled to him and folded over his lap so quickly you let out a surprised yelp.Â
âSo fuckinâ naughty, all the damn time baby,â He speaks softly, running his fingers down the length of your spine, âDonât ever think youâll learn how to be good.âÂ
His hand trails down to your bare ass, gripping the skin with his hands, using his other arm to press you down into his lap, rough material of his jeans rubbing against the sensitive peaks of your tits and the soft skin of your tummy. He rubs his rough palm over the globes of your ass, anticipation building in your body. Then, he pulls away, bringing his palm down onto your ass with a satisfying âsmackâ ringing through the air. It takes a while for your brain to catch up with whatâs just happened, but then the stinging sensation settles across your skin and has you wriggling to get away.Â
âKeep still,â Joel chastises, free hand digging further into the small of your back to keep you from moving, âThatâs one, how many do you think you deserve baby?â He muses, âFifty?âÂ
âW-what?!â You exclaim, âN-no Joel, thatâs too much.âÂ
âForty then?â His palm is cradling at the skin heâs just spanked.Â
âT-ten?â You offer feebly.Â
âOh baby girl,â He tuts at you, âAim higher.âÂ
âFifteen?âÂ
âHow about we settle for twenty, baby?â He asks, all soft and sweet, âTwenty seems reasonable to me.âÂ
He doesnât give you time to agree, it would seem the bargaining time is over, as he brings his palm back down onto your ass, harder than before, but in the same exact place. It jolts you on his lap, makes you cry out. The front of your body dragging against his denim.Â
âHow many?â He asks, rubbing his hand over the skin heâs just spanked.Â
âTwo.â You reply quietly, trying to keep the whimper you want to let out to yourself.Â
âGood girl,â He praises, raising his hand again, âKeep count for me, okay?âÂ
Smack.
âThree!â You shriek, as his palm yet again connects with that same patch of skin.Â
Smack.
âF-four.âÂ
Smack.
âOh fuck,â You groan, trying to wriggle away unsuccessfully, itâs already too much, âFive!â
Smack.
This one doesnât hurt as much; Joelâs shifted the assault of his palm onto the virgin side of your ass for you. You suck in a deep breath, try and blink away the tears that have formed in your eyes, as his hand massages where itâs just struck. He gives you another four on that cheek, and then switches back to the original, bringing his palm back down onto the skin that youâre sure is reddening by now.Â
âJoel!â You cry out, tears dropping from your eyes now, but your body betrays you and arches your back for him, pushing your ass up like youâre asking for it, âE-eleven.âÂ
It carries on like that, five spanks to each cheek until youâre practically sobbing over his lap. You count the twentieth spank and a feeling of relief washes over you as he bends over you to press a light kiss to the sore skin heâs left. It makes you hiss, the contact, no matter how gentle he is with it. Then, heâs shifting you off his lap and onto the bed, letting you scurry away to the top of the mattress as he stands.Â
The stinging of the skin of your ass is still making you sniffle as Joel shuffles to the bedside table, digging around in it. Youâre not quite sure what heâs looking for, focusing mainly on trying to keep the red raw skin of your ass off the sheets, when he stands, throwing what he was looking for onto the sheets next to you. You turn your head and see the length of rope that he keeps in his drawer just for moments like this.Â
âArms up.â He short with you, sitting on his knees next to you.Â
You do as youâre told, raising your arms above your head, still pushing your ass off the bed, but knowing soon enough youâll be focused on something else that isnât the stinging sensation of your ass. He takes your wrists and binds them together deftly, like itâs a walk in the park for him, like itâs something he does all the time. Then, once heâs sure your wrists are safely encased in rope, he takes the other end and ties it to his bed frame. He tugs slightly to make sure the way heâll have you thrashing soon means that you wonât be able to pull yourself free.Â
âThat okay?â He asks gruffly, to which you nod, âWords, baby.âÂ
âY-yes,â You stammer, âItâs okay.âÂ
âRemember your word?â He asks, stepping off the bed to partially undress, shucking his jeans and flannel off, but keeping his t-shirt and boxers on.Â
âI remember.âÂ
He hums in approval, settling himself on the bed between your thighs, using wide palms to spread you open for him. Youâre absolutely soaked, pussy dripping with slick from his palms and the way heâs trussed you up to his bed.Â
Joel lets out a low whistle, letting his thumb rub up the length of your folds, âSee,â He murmurs, using his thumb to gently spread the lips of your pussy to reveal your clit, already swollen and begging for attention, âTold ya that ya liked being punished too much,â He lets his thumb make a single swipe over that bundle of nerves, chuckling as you cry out, hips bucking to try and follow his finger, âSheâs already fuckinâ soaked for me, baby.âÂ
You let out a high-pitched mewl, a begging sound that you hope tells him that you need him to touch you, you need to feel the pleasure you know heâs capable of after the pain heâs just inflicted. Mercifully he obliges, pressing the calloused pad of his thumb back to your clit, slick gathered there from before, as he starts rubbing in fast, precise circles. Youâve been so worked up that you can already feel the coil tightening in your tummy, and you know Joel can sense it as well, the way your hips are moving in time to his movements and the way youâre arching your back off the bed are a dead giveaway.Â
You can feel yourself reaching that peak, so fucking close to tipping over the edge when he tears his hand away from your core and sits back, watching as you try and move back towards him, moaning in frustration at being left high and dry. Youâre wriggling about, trying to close your thighs to rub them together to get yourself off, when he pushes a wide palm into your belly. Heâs so powerful in the best way, stilling your movements immediately as you look up at him, face serious.Â
âRemind me what the second thing on your list was this morninâ, baby?â He asks, voice as innocent as pie.Â
Youâre wracking your brain, lust making you more confused about what the fuck heâs even talking about. Then it dawns on you, what youâd told him downstairs. Felt horny so I got myself off.Â
âYouâve got a big brain baby,â He coos, one palm squeezing your thigh, âI know you remember, so go on, tell me what you did.âÂ
âI g-got myself off.âÂ
âAnd is that what good girls do?â He asks, hand ghosting back to your pussy, knuckles of his hand brushing over your skin there.Â
âN-no?â You question.Â
âThatâs right,â He hums, fingers slipping between your folds once more to gather some of the insane amount of slick thatâs pooling at your aching entrance, âAnd besides, gettinâ to come is a reward, and I ainât sure you deserve that right now.âÂ
His thumb is back on your clit now, moving in exactly the same way as before, with just the right amount of pressure to be building you back up. It feels so fucking good already and you know the way it feels when he tips you over the edge, you know how delicious it is and God, you want it so bad.Â
âPlease Joel,â You beg, all throaty and lust-filled, âIâll be so good, I promise.âÂ
âMaybe ya shouldâa thought about that earlier,â He growls, âBefore you came without me, thought you could do it better than me, huh?âÂ
âNo!â You exclaim, because thatâs definitely not true, you could never make yourself feel the way he does, âOh God, please Joel.â Youâre so fucking close, just a few more passes of his thumb and you could do it, you know you could, but so does he, which is why heâs tearing his thumb away from you again.Â
You actually cry now, tears of frustration building in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you thrash around on the bed, hissing when the rope around your wrist digs in but not caring all that much.Â
âQuit your cryinâ.â He chastises, hand on your hip to keep you still.Â
You whimper, lip wobbling, trying to keep your cool. All you want is to reach out to him. You think if you could touch him, he would give you what you want, so youâre pretty sure thatâs why heâs got you tied to the damn bed, to keep himself in check, to see this through, because Joel Miller always folds to you when you put your hands on him, weak man that he is.Â
âYouâre being so mean.â You cry out as he shifts, lying flat on his stomach so you can feel his breath on your aching pussy.Â
âYou were the one begginâ to get punished baby,â And it smarts because itâs true, âIâm only givinâ you what you wanted.âÂ
He leans forward, tongue licking a stripe through your pussy, all the way up to your clit where he sucks the little bud into his mouth, rolls it between his lips and then lets it pop from his mouth like an ice-pop. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue a few times and you suck in a breath, your fingernails digging painfully into the palm of your hands as you focus on trying to reach the cliff edge and fall over it this time.Â
Youâre holding your breath, hips working in time with the movements of his mouth, eyes screwed shut just trying to focus on how good it feels. You can hear the rustling of sheets, which means if you were to open your eyes and look down at him, youâd find him grinding himself into the bedsheets for his own relief. He pulls off you, and youâre about to curse him out when he speaks.Â
âYou wanna come, baby?â He asks, punctuating it with a flick of his tongue.Â
âOh please Joel,â You beg, and even to your ears it sounds wrecked and pathetic, âPlease let me come.âÂ
Then, youâre shrieking because the palm that has dealt so much damage to your ass this evening, has now swatted your aching cunt, âNo.â He says simply, pushing himself back up and onto his knees.Â
He pulls his t-shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him. Youâre squirming as he shucks off his boxers, moving awkwardly to kick them off, before heâs mounting your body, those strong thighs straddling your chest as his throbbing cock rests just millimetres from your mouth. He reaches down, letâs his fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls your head forward roughly. Your mouth, like muscle-memory takes over, opens, and the head of his cock slips over your tongue. You can already taste the salty beads of pre-cum as he shuffles forward a little, easing his cock into your mouth until itâs hitting the back of your throat.Â
He holds your head steady with the fingers tangled in your hair as he fucks your throat. The sound is obscene, practically pornographic, the wet sounds that come as the head of his cock meets the back of your throat on every thrust. He pulls out of your mouth every now and then, when heâs thrust too hard and makes you gag on him, but fucking hell itâs turning you on so much. You can feel yourself literally dripping onto the sheets, you donât think anything has ever made you this wet before.Â
He pulls his cock out of your mouth one last time, a string of saliva connecting him to your mouth until he pulls away enough for it break, laying wet across your chin and down your neck. Joel shuffles back down your body and you think finally, youâre going to get some relief.Â
He hooks your knees over his arms, pushing them forward to your chest as his throbbing cock slips through your folds. He rocks his hips a few times, the bulbous head of him swiping over your clit, before he unexpectedly buries himself into your soaked cunt in one go.Â
You actually sob at the feeling. Youâve been so empty all night, and now youâre so full of him, so crowded by his body, that you finally feel some kind of relief. Heâs still for a moment â once it would have been to get you used to the heft of him inside you, but right now, you know itâs because heâs just as fucked as you are, and he wants to make sure youâve truly learnt your lesson.Â
Once heâs collected himself, he sets a bruising pace. Cock dragging out of your slick heat and slamming back into you. He revels in the way your tits bounce with every thrust, so much so that he leans forward and bites at the flesh, sucking bruises into your skin as he pounds himself right into the very depth of you.Â
âDoinâ so good for me baby,â He groans out against your skin, sucking your nipple into his mouth, letting it go with a wet pop as he pushes himself back up for me, âTakinâ your punishment so well.âÂ
The angle heâs got you folded into means the head of his cock is brushing against the spongy spot inside you every time. Your pussy is clenched so tightly around him that itâs a miracle heâs held on for this long. He finally brings his thumb back to your clit and youâre begging this time that heâll let you finish, because if he doesnât youâre pretty sure you might actually die.Â
âJoel,â You mewl, âIâm g-gonna â holy shit â mâgonna come.âÂ
âGo on baby,â He finally relents, you let out a sob of relief, âCome on my cock for me, like a good girl.âÂ
Itâs so overwhelming when it finally happens. Your vision blurs and blood rushes to your ears, blocking out any sound that isnât the beating of your pulse. Your pussy clenches impossibly tight around him as pleasure finally floods through every inch of your body. You feel yourself literally gush on his cock, soaking his skin, your skin, the bedsheets beneath you. You think you might even scream his name as your body convulses and shakes, arches up into him.Â
Youâre slightly aware of him pulling his cock from inside you, letting your knees drop. You can hear the slap of his fist on his skin as he fists his cock, and then heâs growling out your name, his cum spattering over your tummy, lying hot and thick on your sticky skin. Itâs silent for a good few moments, the only thing you can focus on is the sound of you both sucking in breath to your lungs and the burn of the rope around your wrists.Â
âLook at me.â Joel demands, and you do, your eyes meeting his, which are almost black with lust, his face flushed, sweat pooling at his hairline.Â
He drags a finger through the pools of his cum, bringing his fingers to your mouth. He presses them into the flat of your tongue, letting you swallow, which continues until youâve cleaned every inch of him from your skin. He then works quickly to untie the knots that have you bound to the bed, freeing your skin from the burning feeling thatâs settled there.Â
âStay still,â Itâs still demanding, but itâs softer now, as he gets off the bed, dropping the rope to the floor, âIâll be right back.âÂ
He comes back moments later with a glass of water and a cool cloth. He rolls you over onto your tummy, pressing the cool material to your ass, trying to soothe the red welts of his handprints that have already started to form. He presses soothing, open-mouth kisses to the skin before he rolls you back over onto your back.Â
He moves you because youâre pliant now, to rest against the pillows, handing you the water to drink as he runs the last of the cooling cloth over your lower tummy and through the folds of your spent cunt, then itâs discarded to the floor with everything else, and youâre being pulled to his chest, kiss pressed to your forehead.Â
âToo much?â He asks quietly, checking to make sure he hasnât crossed some line with you.Â
âJust perfect.â You reply, eye-lids heavy with sleep.Â
He brings one of your wrists to his mouth, letting his tongue lick soothing stripes along the reddened skin there, kissing every now and then, but keeping you pressed tightly to his chest, you own arm draped around his waist.
âYou learn your lesson?â He asks then.Â
âProbably not,â You hum against the sweaty skin of his chest, âI donât think youâre ever going to fuck the attitude outta me, Miller.âÂ
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ask you something. (iwaizumi hajime x reader) chapter three
>> the floodgates have opened, and you're both a little more desperate than expected <<
tags/cw: very suggestive, innocent reader, possessive iwa/reader, slightly perverted iwa (he will in fact get worse <3), brat tamer!iwa
chapter two || masterlist || chapter four
he tastes like black coffee, bitter and sharp.
âwill you show me?â youâd asked, waiting with bated breath for him to fill in the blank.Â
he hadnât, and youâre convinced even now that heâd done it on purpose. âshow you what?â is all heâd muttered. but heâd shifted closer to you on the couch, his thigh burning against yours.Â
âwhat happens at parties.â
heâd angled his body toward you, and youâd leaned closer. you could feel his breath on your skin, the heat radiating from his bare chest.Â
âall of it?â heâd whispered. your heart has lurched into your throat then, beating uncomfortably. âor just a little bit?â
your breath had caught, and your face had warmed to the point of being impossible not to notice.Â
you hadnât answered him.Â
he hadnât needed you to.Â
âjust a little bit, then.âÂ
his hand had cupped your face, hot from the mug, and heâd turned you toward him. youâd closed your eyes, unable to meet his.
his kiss feels the same as it had a year ago.
you donât know what to do with your hands, so you leave them in your lap, trembling as they fist the fabric of your pants. heâs careful with you, mouth gentle and sweet, just like youâd known heâd be.Â
his voice may be rough, but thatâs all it is. you still wonder â what if â but you donât think this is the time to push it. you donât think this is the time to do anything but try not to faint. your head is staticky and light, and your body tingles as your limbs go numb, so itâs a non-zero possibility.Â
he angles his head, and you lean into it, settling your shaking hands on his chest. his lips are patient, pushing and then pulling back just a little, just enough to make you chase him. you try to keep your wits about you, but iwaizumi hajimeâs mouth is warm, soft, and tastes like coffee, so your wits are the last thing youâre willing to hang onto.Â
when his teeth nip at your bottom lip, a test, your breath catches and then falls out in a stuttered mess. he tries again, pulling your lip between his teeth and running his tongue over it. you gasp, starting to pull away. he doesnât let you, sliding his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, keeping you there.
âopen your mouth,â he whispers against you, loud in this dark apartment.Â
âwhat?â you squeak, feeling his heart pick up under your palm as he scoots closer. his tongue slides across the seam of your lips, and you recognize that you were right â it hadnât felt good at the party, but it feels good now.Â
âopen.âÂ
your heart skips, but thereâs a fire burning in the pit of your stomach, lighting up when he talks to you like that. when heâs not so careful with you.Â
and when he groans quietly because youâre listening to him â because your lips part for him, because you do as he says â you know that listening to iwaizumi hajime is something youâre good at. you can do that, for as long as he needs you to.Â
his tongue swipes across your lip again, a warning, and then it dips hesitantly into your mouth, his head angled and his hand â searing hot â pressed against your spine. your breath stutters and stalls when his tongue brushes against yours, and he retracts it quickly, his own breath labored in your mouth.Â
when you return the gesture, slipping just into his mouth and then retreating to safety, you feel something shift with him. he has your permission now, your invitation to keep going.Â
he pushes his body against yours, and your hips are being grabbed and pulled in his direction. youâve got your knees on either side of his thighs before you can put together that heâd lifted you into his lap.Â
you gasp again but donât pull away, too caught up in your own heartbeat and the heat of iwaâs hands on your hips, seeping into your bones. he leans up into you, mouth hard on yours and breath heavy in between every rough push of his lips. you latch onto him, letting him nip and bite and suck. letting his tongue slide against yours, hot and wet and effortlessly good at provoking the addicting pulse of your own heartbeat between your thighs.Â
you whine and moan, too overwhelmed by these new sensations to have a sense of how loud youâre being, how loud your noises sound when they echo off of his walls. youâre wriggling without realizing it, your body reacting to him and wanting more. you shift your hips this way and that, and you push your chest flush to his, mindlessly craving the feeling of him.Â
he doesnât laugh or comment or give any indication that youâre too much for him. he just holds you down in his lap while you move and swallows as many of your moans as he can. he just belts his arm around your waist tighter when you whine his name, that needy âhajiâ echoing off his walls, too.Â
he just lets you pull away when you do, only steadying you so you donât fall, because youâre gasping and burning with things youâve never felt before when something hardens against your inner thigh.Â
âsorry,â he says roughly, his breathing uneven and forcing his chest to rise and fall in jagged pants. âcanât really help that part.âÂ
you stare down at him with wide eyes. his cheeks are burning red, and his eyes are hazy and he wonât look at you properly, and his lips are wet and swollen and pink, so pretty in the dim light of the room. heâs got both hands on your body, still but firm, and his head is leaned back against the couch while he catches his breath.Â
âcan i stay here tonight?â you just ask, quiet and nervous. his eyes fly to yours, alarmed and surprised, and you rush to explain. âmy roommate asked me not to go backâŠâÂ
âoh,â he breathes, relaxing a bit. âi thought you meant-â he swallows. you try not to piece together the rest of his sentence, but itâs hard not to. âyeah, thatâs fine. you can stay.âÂ
âi can take the couch,â you offer. itâs empty, and he knows itâs empty, because he just smiles to himself and looks off into the kitchen.Â
âoh, youâll take the couch?â he teases, snorting under his breath.Â
you purse your lips, ears burning. âif you want me to.â
âand if i donât?âÂ
silence stretches between you, and that burning feeling in your gut returns. your breath runs shallow, and your hands press just a little harder into his chest.
âthen i guess i wonât.âÂ
his eyes dart to his bed, still ruffled and warm, and then back to you. that olive green is heated â it melts you to your core, and you stand from his lap shakily. his eyes graze over you, landing on your trembling thighs and the way you press them together. he smiles to himself, clearly satisfied, but doesnât say anything about it.Â
you do.Â
âuh-â you stumble back when he stands, nearly tripping over his coffee table. he just grips your arms tight and pulls you back to him, chest to chest. âiâm not sure⊠what iâm-why i feel so-âÂ
âyouâre not sure?â he asks, quiet and dangerous against you. when you shake your head, unable to look him in the eye, he just grins, a little wicked. ânone of those boys before me made you feel like this?âÂ
none of those boys before me.Â
not quite friends, not quite more. not willing to specify, not willing to talk about it.Â
âno,â you breathe, eyes screwed shut. âfirst time.â
his inhale is sharp, sharp like the harsh tug of nerves in your navel.Â
âmaybe you should sleep on the couch,â is all he says in response.Â
you donât feel rejected, oddly enough.Â
â
things are back to normal. things are finally back to normal.Â
when hajime wakes the next morning, youâre still curled up on his couch. the small part of him that had worried that you would leave while he was asleep is appeased, and he makes you both fresh coffee and breakfast. he tries not to jump when he feels your forehead press between his shoulder blades, your body warm from sleep against his back while he cooks.Â
âcan i shower?â you mumble sleepily. âgot class at ten, and i look like a stripper.âÂ
hajime snorts, glancing at the clock on the stove. itâs a quarter to nine. he nods. âgrab whatever you want from my dresser.âÂ
âthank you,â you breathe, and he thinks he feels your fingers ghost over his waist when you push off of him.Â
when you emerge from his bathroom, steam spilling into the room with you, he has to remind himself that you wearing his clothes isnât new. he has to remember that heâs seen you like this before, that itâs normal.Â
youâre fixing a pair of his athletic shorts, adjusting the material on your hips and shifting his t-shirt around on your shoulders until it falls right. you smell like him, he thinks, when you sit beside him on the couch and pull the plate of eggs and bacon into your lap.Â
âthanks, haji,â you say sweetly, digging in.Â
god, your skin looks so good when itâs moist like that. he wants to run his tongue over your throat, to lick away the condensation and drops of water still lingering there. he wants to push his hands up against your torso and grope you while you whine his name, fingers hidden and doing terrible things under his own t-shirt. he wants to-
âhaji,â you breathe, and he blinks hard, snapping out of it. youâre pursing your lips, your little smile overtaken by the warm rush of heat in your cheeks. âwhy are you staring at me?âÂ
âiâm not,â he says immediately, lying straight to your face. âyou smell nice.âÂ
âi smell like you,â you giggle.Â
âwell, then, i smell nice,â he barks, snatching his plate up and turning away from you, not even bothering to acknowledge how stupid he sounds. âwhat timeâs your class?âÂ
âten,â you say, leaning forward with a teasing grin. âlike i said earlier.âÂ
right. you had said that earlier.Â
âwell,â he snaps, hearing the edge in his own voice. he was right â you arenât sensitive to it anymore. he doesnât know why he doesnât like that. âhurry up, then. i wanna go to the gym before my class.âÂ
âokay,â you chirp, humming while you eat. âwhatâs your schedule today?âÂ
thatâs the first time youâve asked since you got here.Â
âuh-â he stutters, trying to remember his plan for the day. âclass until two. clinic hours until four.âÂ
âiâm busy until four, too,â you mumble. âi was thinking of going to that hiking club organizational meeting.â
he snorts into his coffee. âyou hate exercise.âÂ
âwell, maybe i wanna branch out. try new things.â you say it jokingly, but he still cuts a hard glance at you.Â
if youâd said that to him yesterday, he would have thought youâd meant trying new things aside from him. away from him. try new people that arenât him. he would have hated it, would have panicked.
today, he only watches you shrink under his gaze, embarrassed and shy and swallowing hard as you try not to be seen by him. he watches you come to understand the implications of your own words, alone in his apartment with him.Â
ânever hurts to try new things,â he says simply. you meet his eyes, wide and laced with something he wants so badly to place as desire.Â
âyeah,â you mumble, nodding and fiddling with the string on his shorts. your breath is short, almost a pant, and hajime is only a little embarrassed to realize heâs half-hard in his sweats. âwanna try new things.âÂ
everythingâs back to normal.Â
â
at noon, he gets a text from you, asking if he wants to eat lunch with you and your friends.Â
his heart surges with excitement, because you really arenât avoiding him anymore, and he responds that he would if he werenât stuck in lab. but that heâll pick you up and walk you to your next class if you want.Â
another test, just to make sure.Â
âyou donât have time to eat??â you say, and hajime canât tell if this is a worried text or an accusatory one. if youâre upset heâs not eating or upset heâs not spending time with you.Â
he thinks of you being a little irrational, a little needy or angry with him for something he canât control. pouting up at him with those pretty little lips, calling him âhajiâ with a little attitude.
he has to turn away from his lab partner so he doesnât see how hard hajimeâs getting.Â
âno time,â he texts back, vague and offering nothing else. just to see. just to check. âbut iâll pick you up. is that fine with you?âÂ
âi guess.â a minute passes, and thenâ âill bring you some food, okay?? you gotta eat.â
youâre just worried, sweet and soft and pretty as ever. not giving him attitude. but, if he ignores that last message, he can pretend you are. he can pretend youâre as needy as he wishes youâd be, that pout sitting in front of his eyes while he finishes running the bio lab.Â
he makes it to the dining hall by 12:45, texting you quickly. you come outside with your friends, holding a tupperware of dining hall food, and he turns away, steadying his breath and trying to make it look like he hadnât just run across campus for you. you introduce him to your roommate, and he smiles handsomely down at her. he doesnât need to impress her â Â heâs been your best friend since you were learning to walk â but he knows girls talk. he wants her to think heâs good for you.Â
she shoots you a look of approval and whispers âso this is your manâ when she thinks heâs too busy opening the tupperware to notice, and hajime knows heâs cleared the bar. you nudge her, and he makes a point of getting distracted by the chicken stir fry you packed for him, just so he can hear you mumble âshut upâ in that embarrassed way he loves so much.Â
âthanks,â he says plainly, capping the plastic container. âi wouldâve had to subsist on clinic granola bars until dinner.â
you pout, and he laments that itâs sweet but not the one he craves. âthatâs no good,â you say, stepping close â too close to be friendly â and tugging on his sleeve. âdonât they teach you about nutrition in the exercise major?âÂ
âsports science,â he corrects with a mocking edge, and then he flicks his eyes to your roommate. sheâs watching the two of you with her arms crossed, a knowingly smirk spreading across her face. she can see something you canât, something hajime wishes you would. âand the clinic granola bars are nutritious.âÂ
âiâll get you something from now on,â you say with finality, so deliciously close to demanding, and he just lifts his brows with a smirk.
âyes, maâam,â he whispers, forcing a grin down when your face starts to radiate heat.Â
âokay,â your roommate says, clapping. âiâm leaving.âÂ
you turn to her, eyes wide. âweâre going to the same class.â
âyeah, but-â her eyes find his, and he knows she can see how badly he wants to be alone with you. â-iâm not in the mood to third wheel. that guy from last night is ghosting me.âÂ
âthird wheel-â you protest, mouth open dumbly, and she just kisses you on the cheek.
âsee you in ten, babe.âÂ
you turn to him once sheâs gone. he doesnât bother to hide the smug grin on his face.Â
âcoffee?â he says innocently, checking his watch. âi can make it happen in three minutes.âÂ
you flush, but you donât do more than mumble âjerkâ under your breath before following him. he laughs, picking at his new lunch while he walks you.Â
neither of you address why heâs so smug, why youâre so embarrassed.Â
why the air between you is so charged, something so very acknowledged and unacknowledged at the same time, something so obvious that itâs left unsaid.Â
â
you find him in the library after your club meeting. âthird floor stacksâ is what heâd texted you when your meeting had gone over time, and youâre wandering the dark aisles of the empty stacks now, searching for him.Â
âthird floor stacks,â you mutter to yourself. âcouldnât be more specific?âÂ
âdid you need me to be?âÂ
you scream, the sound sharp and echoing, and whirl around. iwaâs poking his head out of one of the aisles, one youâd already looked into. you must have missed his shadow in the dark.Â
âhaji, no one uses the stacks.â you stomp over to him, huffing in annoyance as you drop your backpack at your feet. âitâs creepy and dark and full of spiders in here.âÂ
âitâs also where the books are,â he teases, and you realize heâs got a small stack of health sciences textbooks at his feet. âhow was hiking club?âÂ
âgood,â you say, surveying the shelves around you. âthereâs a retreat in a couple weeks. getting to know each other or something.âÂ
he hums, crouching and scanning the titles. âsounds fun â if you like hiking, i guess.âÂ
âi could like hiking.â
âyou could, yeah. but do you?â he chuckles when you sniff in annoyance at him. âlet me know when you figure it out.âÂ
âthereâs a meeting this weekend,â you offer. âgoing to a trail nearby, something for beginners, apparently.âÂ
âtake enough water. and food. and a hat and sunscreen.â he rattles the list off distractedly, and you get the feeling heâs reading out of a mental textbook.
âiâm asking if you wanna go,â you sigh, standing over him and digging the toe of your shoe into the linoleum. he blinks away his to-do list now, his eyes clearing as he looks up at you.Â
when he stands, towering over you now, it takes everything in you not to wither. because heâs got his short sleeves rolled up to his shoulder, a habit since high school, and his jeans are dark and fit him just right. and thereâs writing on the inside of his left forearm, the call numbers for books he needs scribbled impatiently in black pen.Â
and he smells good and is standing close and has eyes that make you want to fold like a lawn chair. and heâs smirking, those stupid lips curling in a way that makes you ache for him, and his warmth â the heat he always radiates without trying â is washing over you. making you feel drunk.Â
drunk, still hoping uselessly that he canât tell. hoping he canât see the fog in your head, reflected in some traitorous haze in your eyes. hoping youâre not drooling, because it feels like you are.
hoping youâre not imagining that heâs stepping closer to you, his gaze cast down his nose and burning right through you.Â
âi dunno about that,â he says, barely above a whisper. âitâs not really my thing.âÂ
âyouâre athletic,â you argue weakly, hearing your own words slur in your ears. âbe athletic.â
âi play club volleyball twice a week.âÂ
âbut you donât hike. different muscle groups.â
âis that right?â he chuckles. the sound goes straight between your legs. âyou got a source for that?âÂ
âhaji,â you whine. you know how you sound, but youâre starting not to care. youâd been desperate to hide your feelings for him before â your attraction, spilling off of you in thick waves. now youâre just desperate for him, and heâd shown you last night that thatâs okay. that itâs allowed.
it shouldnât be allowed. youâll stop trying to control yourself if itâs allowed.Â
âyeah?â he asks, and you know for sure this time that heâs stepping closer.Â
âplease?â you say, tilting your mouth up toward his, an invitation.
he doesnât take it. you wait a moment, just in case, but he just stares down at you expectantly. you frown.Â
âhaji,â you ask again â beg, really.Â
he just lifts his eyebrows. âyou havenât told me what you want.âÂ
your frown deepens. he watches it happen. âyou know what i want.â
âdo i?â he smiles, tilting his head to the side and pretending to be confused. your impatience grows. âiâm not sure i do.âÂ
you canât help it. you stomp your foot. you stomp your foot like a spoiled princess and glare up at him. âdonât be mean-"Â
and then you gasp, loud and echoing in the aisle, because heâs grabbing you by the hips and pinning you roughly to the shelf.Â
âh-hey,â you stutter, laughing nervously up at him. heâs staring down at you with molten eyes, excitement dancing in his gaze and making his hands tighten on your waist. a shock of nerves courses down your spine. you donât know what this is, but thereâs a tug in the pit of your stomach that tells you you donât hate it. you donât hate it at all.Â
âwho're you talkinâ to like that?â he asks, laughing quietly in your face. âyouâve never been the bratty type.âÂ
ââm not bratty,â you argue. the tick of light in his gaze makes it clear that youâre making it worse. âiâm telling you what i want-â
âmm-mm,â he argues, dipping his head low and brushing his nose against yours. his eyes drop to your lips. âyouâre really not. but youâre free to remind me.âÂ
âhaji,â you complain, feeling embarrassed. embarrassed that heâs pegged you for what you are â desperate.Â
when his lips brush against your ear, you latch onto his biceps to keep yourself upright.
âyouâre never this shy, you know,â he whispers. âyouâre usually a little too honest.â you pant against him, arching your back and pressing your chest against his. something hard pushes against your hip, but you know now that thatâs a good thing. that itâs good when iwaizumi hajime feels like that.Â
âask me,â he breathes, dropping his lips to a spot under your ear. his breath makes you shiver. âask me what happens in the stacks.âÂ
your breath catches audibly, and you shift unconsciously against him, all too aware of the quiet grunt he lets out when you press your hips against his.Â
âh-have you ever been here with a girl?â you ask, your face on fire and your eyes pricking with humiliation. âin the s-stacks?âÂ
he smiles, irritatingly pleased. you realize that the rough edge doesnât need to be in his voice for you to feel pushed around by him. bullied by him.Â
you donât know how to tell him that this is the feeling youâve been waiting for.Â
âno, i canât say i have,â he mumbles, shaking his head. your heart jumps at the admission. âdo you wanna try it out with me?âÂ
âyes,â you breathe, immediate and wanton and embarrassing. âyes, please.âÂ
his lips are so rewarding, brutal and rude on yours. he forces his tongue past the seam of your lips without warning you, but you open up for him gratefully, and he moans into your mouth, praise to your ears.
âhaji?â you ask when he breaks away, breathless and unable to think about much except for the searing hot line heâs kissing down your throat.Â
âhm?â he asks distractedly, and you realize only when his teeth scrape against your skin that heâs marking the same place that the blond guy had last night. covering any trace of another man on your skin.Â
âyouâve really never been in here with anyone?â he shakes his head, and shivers start at the crown of your head and spill down your body when he passes his tongue over the spot heâs just bitten down on. âthenâhow many girls have you been with?âÂ
he snorts when you ask, but you can feel his arms tense under your fingertips. he sets one hand on the shelf behind you, caging you in. âyou really want me to answer that?â
heâs nervous. he doesnât want to tell you.Â
you definitely want to know now.Â
âyes,â you say, your voice wavering â because heâs sucking on a spot that makes your knees weak â but you say it with certainty. âtell me.âÂ
he sighs, rough and a little frustrated, and pulls away to look you in the eye. his brows are furrowed.
âfour. but you canât be mad.â you are mad. your chest swells with jealousy, green and ugly. he must see it, because his mouth â pretty and swollen from kissing you â sets into a hard line as he stares down at you. âyou dated after i left, y/n. you can't be mad.âÂ
heâs mad, too.
that shouldnât make you as giddy as it does.Â
you lift your brows, leveling him with a smug smile. your nerves flip in your stomach, strong and swooping over each other in uneven turns, but you lean up into his face, anyway. ânot mad.â he scoffs in disbelief. your heart dances when he glares down at you like that. âjust want you to teach me.â
his eyebrows fly to his hairline, clearly surprised with the turn this conversationâs taking. but thereâs something in his eyes that conflicts with it. something that makes you think he might have been wanting you to ask.Â
when he looks at you like that, asking doesnât seem so hard.Â
âplease, haji?â you whisper, holding out against the heated look heâs giving you. âteach me?âÂ
he looks devastatingly interested, eyes stuck on your mouth, but he still protests. he still protects you, still keeps you innocent.Â
âif you cross that line with me, you canât take it back,â he murmurs, almost like he's reluctant to say it.Â
you just lean into him, arms around his neck and fingers tangled in his hair. âdonât wanna cross it with anyone else.âÂ
âchrist,â he breathes, his sigh warm and promising on your skin.
footsteps sound behind him, only a few aisles away. iwa steps away from you, eyes hot on yours as he leans against the opposite shelf. your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you glance at it quickly. your roommateâs asking about dinner.Â
when you look up again, heâs trailing his eyes down your body shamelessly. you just bend and scoop up your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. his eyes find yours, brows lifting curiously.
âbye, haji,â you whisper teasingly, grinning when he narrows his eyes at you.
you hear him sigh loudly when you turn the corner, his breath coming out in a sharp âfucking shitâ. your face burns with nervous excitement the entire walk to dinner.
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Iâm BEGGING you more reader being the barracks bunny for the shadow conpany, but this time reader acting all tough and bratty towards them ïżŒïżŒbut deep down she just wants their attention after theyâve been ignoring her and focusing more on their missions:(
brat tamer!graves??? brat tamer!shadows???
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MINORS DNI!!
you're sitting by the shadows as they get their mission briefing except no one is trying to finger fuck you into oblivion
you know that their line of work isn't the easiest but they usually spend any and all moments of their free time with you
so when they're all getting ready for missions, they reduced you to an errand bunny
asking you to get things for them, drop things off for them to other people and only being rewarded with kisses to your cheek or forehead
going to bed cold and alone bc all of your fav shadows are out on field
once the mission is done and they're all back, you've resorted to minimal contact with all of them
doing the bare minimum, sneaking off after mumbling snarky remarks and giving them all the cold shoulder
it's only a few days into the cold shoulder treatment and all the shadows are getting more and more irritated as you deny their advances
a shadow finally speaks to their commander about it, who advised them to let him handle it
graves corners you when you're alone in the common room, his stare is stern yet gentle
there's no real need to ask what was wrong, graves knew what was wrong
without any thought, another snippy remark leaves your lips. you froze as soon as you processed the words that fell from your lips
as graves manhandled you over his lap, he all but ripped your shorts and underwear down your legs
not a second later and you feel a hard smack to your ass
it was just one after the other, leaving your cheeks red and sore with handprints
you were shaking in graves' lap, tears soaking into the couch cushions
feeling something cold drip onto your aching hole before fingers were pushed into you, immediately curling them up against your sweet spot
you tried to squirm away, the harsh and quick pace he set was overwhelming
graves simply held your hips down, continuing his onslaught on your slicked hole
a few shadows decided to stay and watch the show, watching how easily their commander gets reactions out of you
there's too many sensations you're feeling, it's all muddling together
just as quickly as the pleasure built, graves had pulled away
the fullness of his fingers leaving you empty and aching
the process repeats for god knows how long, the hours started blending together
bringing you to the edge of sweet sweet relief before all of it was snatched from under you
it left you squirming, needy and sore in your commander's lap, pleas falling on deaf ears
there's noises of shifting around you but you don't have the strength to look
before you know it, you're being placed on the now empty coffee table
your shirt is tugged off of you, hands immediately honing in on fondling and groping your chest
your pushed up on the table, your head hanging off the edge
you peer up at the shadow in front of you, eyeing the way their cock twitches mere inches away from your face
they tap their tip against your cheeks before slipping through your lips, their hand on your neck as they used your mouth
your hands were led to more cocks, their hands encasing yours and they fuck into your fist
graves' hand is still between your legs, rubbing against your sweet spot
with a quick whistle, graves moves, his position filled by another shadow
it took mere seconds for the emptiness to be filled again, filled with a thick and heavy cock
each thrust made you gag and sputter around the cock in your mouth
the ones fucking your hands, encasing yours with theirs, squeezing your hand around them tighter
they fucked into your fist even faster, nearing their release as they watched you choke around the cock in your mouth. their release coated your hands in a sticky white gloss
the shadow fucking your mouth, held your head up as he spilled in your mouth
swallowing without a second thought and sticking your tongue out like you always do
the shadow that's situated between your legs, uses the moment to his advantage
holding your thighs up and apart as he spears his cock into you, he twitched twice before painting your walls white
as you tried to process what just happened you were moved from the table to rest against someone's chest
you felt it before you saw it, two cocks pressed against your hole
sandwiched between two of the biggest shadows to take both of their cocks at the same time
one quickly slipped in, holding your hips down as the other shadow slipped in beside him
the stretch burned, making you shiver and arch your back
they moved in opposing rhythms, never leaving you empty
each moan was breathier and whinier than the last
you could barely keep your eyes focused long enough to see the shadows that still have yet to have their turn are hungrily stroking themselves
you're beyond fucked out by the end of the night, clinging onto whoever is in front of you
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hi! đ i was wondering if i could request something with kento nanami spanking reader? i donât have any specific plot in mind, it could just be straight up porn lol! with daddy kink included? thank you! đ
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Another smack echoes between the walls of your bedroom when your fiancé's hand collides with your ass again. A whine follows it and you squirm a little over his thighs. You'd only gotten a few lashes so far, but Kento knew what he was doing. He knew where to hit and how hard.
"Count," he states flatly, paying your whimpers no mind.
"T-three," you stutter out.
"Good."
Again, his response comes out simple and curt. Technically it was a word of praise, but it didn't feel like one. When Kento really praised you, there was no doubt of his intention. It came out as a coo with an affectionate touch to accompany it. Right now, the only touch you got was another spank.
"Ow," you whine. Your bottom lip puffs out in a signal of your displeasure.
His own mouth remains in a thin, flat line. His palm comes down on you again, leaving your skin stinging.
"No pouting, little brat," he chides, "You were being so bad earlier it must be what you wanted."
"I wasn't being bad," you huff.
That earns you an even harder slap.
"Well you are right now because I know you know better than to talk back," he says.
In truth, you had been trying to rile your boyfriend up earlier. The two of you had been out with some of his friends. You were bored since most of the conversation didn't involve you, so you tried playing with Kento a bit. Brushing your hand over his lap beneath the table, dragging your foot up his calf, giving him your best fuck-me eyes.
"Keep it up and you won't be sitting comfortably for the next few days," he'd said to you under his breath. But you didn't heed the warning.
It reached the boiling point when his friend Satoru noticed how tense he was and cracked a little joke about it. Less than ten minutes later, he excused the two of you and practically dragged you by your arm back to the apartment.
"I'm sorry, daddy," you whimper.
"I'm sure you are now that you're being punished," he says. His hand rains down on your backside in rapid succession, striking the center hard and fast.
Your eyes screw shut, and you kick your feet at the pain. More squeaks of discomfort fall from your lips. Your thighs shift against each other too as arousal blooms in your belly. He gives your hips a rough yank to secure you in the position he wants.
"If you keep thrashing like that, I'll have to move onto something more severe. Maybe you're wanting the belt," he says, letting the threat hang in the air.
Your head hangs forward, and you make a noise that's a mix between whining and sighing.
"I'm actually really sorry, daddy. I'm sorry for back talking and being bad around your friends. I don't know what else you want me to say," you plead.
"All I want is for you to learn your lesson," he says, "How many times have I had to put you over my knee for the same reasons? You can say your sorry all you want, but you're staying like this until I feel I've gotten it through your head."
"That could be like forever," you complain.
Kento smirks a little at the remark, but he doesn't let you know it amused him. He continues to smack your ass, relishing the way you fight to keep still.
"I've learned," you mewl as your resistance comes out in little twitches. You were getting antsy now not only from your aching cheeks but also from the increasingly intense throbbing between your legs.
"That's what you said last time," he says.
"But I actually have this time," you defend, "I know I'm not supposed to be like that around your friends. I just wanted my daddy's attention."
"That's always what you want, baby, but what has daddy taught you? What's the rule?" he asks.
"I have to be patient," you whimper, "I have to wait till daddy gives me permission to touch."
"That's right," he says. He takes a break from spanking you to soothingly rub your burning skin. "I know you can be a good girl. You choose not to be. That is what I have to train out of you."
"I'm gonna be good after this. I promise," you assure.
"Are you sure? Because you know you won't get to cum for a month if you break a promise," he taunts while gently kneading your battered cheeks.
You bite your lip before revising your statement. "Ok maybe not promise, but I'll still try super hard."
"Alright, I'll accept that," he says, "Since you're so committed to being good now, only fifteen more, and I'll let you up."
"Fifteen?" you whine incredulously.
"Yes, fifteen. And I don't want to hear anything about it. I'm already being lenient with your half-promise. Don't make me change my mind," he says.
Your head hangs again and you huff, but you don't say anything. His hand spanks you first on your right cheek and then on your left. You then get a few towards the center for good measure. You count out each one like the good girl you're trying to convince him you are.
His eyes flit between your head and your backside. He can tell the pain is starting to build up for you by the way you're shifting. Your noises are getting higher pitched too. He can almost hear the tears starting to brim your waterline.
After another round of spanking, you finally whimper out the last number just as a few tears slip down your cheeks. His hand goes back to rubbing your skin a few times before he flips you over and cradles you to his chest.
"That's my girl. You took that so well," he murmurs and kisses your forehead.
"Thank you, daddy," you sniffle and look up at him with your tearful eyes.
He nods and brings his fingers up to swipe away your tears. His thumb glides down your jaw and then slips between your lips. He watches you gently suck on it for a moment before he slides it out and leans in to kiss you. When he pulls back, he looks down at you.
"I'm proud of you, sweetheart. Let's just see if you can remember your lesson this time, hm?" he says softly as he boosts you to your feet and squeezes your hips, "We'll get you cleaned up and then maybe, I'll try to use my hands to help you feel better. Only if you can keep being good."
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Crosshairs
Description: Trying to get Robb's attention is one thing, but when you have successfully landed yourself in his crosshairs is another.
Pairing: Brat Tamer Prodigal Son!Robb Stark | Spoilt Brat!You.
Warning(s): Brat taming, jealousy, spanking, punishment, unprotected p-in-v, doggy style (it's me), claiming, manhandling (it's Robb), power imbalance, degradation, light misogyny, Robb's BDE because I live for that shit, corporal punishment ig, boob play. MDNI.
Type: Request, here.Â
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âYou do realize you will land us both in trouble if you keep this up, yes?â Jon does not look up at his older brother's betrothed half out of respect and half out of the playful annoyance he feels for the spoiled girl batting her eyelashes down at him with faux coyness.
âWhat trouble?â The male rolls his eyes as he works away at his sword. âI haven't the slightest inkling of whatever you mean, Jonâ he resists the urge to scoff at your obvious innocence.Â
The uncharacteristic nature of your actions makes you stick out like a sore thumb. The forced lady-like smile that holds your features in an uncomfortable shift due to lack of experience, the way you hover above his head in a flirtatious side hang even though you never behave in this manner around the opposite sex save one, the overdone grace with which you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and the little tilt of your head that is accompanied by a confused and senseless giggle fitting to women, the pains with which you put this effort forward is painfully obvious.Â
âRightâ the object of his discomfort -something you have in common with said object, at times- appears on the horizon of his vision and Jon sighs.Â
Well, there goes his hope of not becoming the collateral today.
âNo, tell me what you meantâ though you aren't used to or too comfortable with leaning into men, you do so because you have also caught the quiet figure in your own peripherals and unlike Jon, you welcome the circumstance like the fool you are. âI want to know, Jon~â the dark haired male uncomfortably shifts away from you who puts an extra swing in your sway towards him. He lets out a suppressed scoff and glares at you. The two of you have been friends long enough for him to know exactly what it is that you are doing.Â
âStopâ you know each other too well to be affected by any proximity with each other but Jon's older brother who is an advocate of propriety has taught his younger brother that this distance with a lady one is not related to seldom fares well and thus his teachings show in his behavior. âYouââ though he decides not to beat around the bush for any longer, it is too little too late.
Alas.
âFather calls for you, Snowâ the male in question releases a breath he was not aware he was holding and jumps to his feet abruptly with a gladness he is still cautious of since his brother likes to get unfair at times despite being well acquainted with your personality.Â
Jon departs, or rather flees the scene without another word.
A smirk makes its way onto your face so you turn your âunsuspectingâ back to the hairy giant, bending to pick up your upper coat that you had shrugged off in a bout of confidence. Though you aren't the sharpest and certainly don't possess the perception of your betrothed, you hear him approach you in his manly and wise silence as you clear the haystacks of your coat in one swift movement and resume an upright position.
âOh!â You exclaim with a surprise so artificial that the impurity nearly cuts Robb because of how he always dons the gold of honesty and valor. âMy heart!â You use your endearment for him for Robb neither likes to hear you refer to him by name in public nor does he prefer you call him by his titles. âWhen did you get here? You were not a moment ago!âÂ
The coolest, most small smile spreads over his rosy lips and Robb tips his head back an inch to grant himself a better look at your audacity. The milky skin under his eye slightly twitches in response to him narrowing his eyes at you. Though he says nothing, you can still hear his rhetorical inquiry in that sarcastic way of his that you are well familiar with due to how long you have known him.Â
âWhateverâs the matter, my love?â Robb has to resist the urge to scoff at the extra pitch in your voice because of the pretentiousness you are putting into your performance.Â
He just stares at you for a good while, studying you, perhaps giving you a chance. So much so that there comes a point where you feel yourself gulping down a bile from your rising nervousness. But unlike many other times, you refuse to give in today. Like husband, like wife. After all, you rebelled against your nature today to end up here, in this âpredicamentâ. Giving up now would be to waste all your effort and turn your bold attempt futile.
âComeâ he says after you know not how many minutes pass but before you can say anything, Robbâs hairy claw has already seized your smaller hand within it. It is unlike his nature too, for usually he is the effortless victor in a battle of wits between the two of you.
âOh!â But you are used to being treated like the most delicate and valuable thing to ever exist. You have been raised in a manner which has accustomed you to everyone giving in to your demands and wishes. The firm manner in which Robb balances all things with a just foresight is most undesirable to you, fancy for him or not. Things should always go your way in the design of your desire, and not in a way that is mindful of safeguarding the welfare of other people too, unlike your dearest. If it does as a byproduct, jolly. If it does not, well, then that is simply not your pain to bear. And whilst you underwent this stunt to provoke Robb and his attention, the way your smaller body is being dragged somewhere through the dark hallways of the estate with a rigidity typical to your betrothed, it is hardly the conclusion you planned.
Not like this.
âOh, my!â Your brutish man's ironhold is beast-like as you try to free yourself of it. But what good is a mere pip against a wolf out for blood? âStop, stop!â You huff and puff half out of your liking to test him to the best of your ability and half because your scheme was not to be so quickly overthrown with such ease!
No, he was supposed to get jealous and sulk in the envy your behavior was aimed to stir in him due to your treatment of his brother. Then he was supposed to fight for your attention and give in to all demands bestowed upon him by you and fulfill any and every need you may have. Robb was to kneel down to you like everyone else in your life did and strike conversation to get you to shower the blessings of your company upon him. He was to say the first word and you were to act like he usually did; with a teasing indifference to make him haste harder for your notice. Except, your little mind failed to realize that you yourself had broken the very first rule of your own game not too long ago when you had spoken.
And now as you are pushed into a little room for the stored animal feed and other domestic necessities before your smaller body is pushed like a delinquent babe's to bend over hay forming a stack half your size, you whimper and pout as your pampered elbows itch from the dried grass. This outcome is far from what you had expected of your contrivance. This is not supposed to be it.Â
âWe are not wed yet, my Lord!â Your mouth runs its senseless attempts in vain. âOh no!â You try to worm your body free from his elbow that he settles between your shoulder blades to nail you in place as the rest of his arm lays down along the length of your back, the tips of his fingers pressing against the twin dents in your tailbone. âThisââ
âAll that fuss to have my attention, doveâ when he does speak, the guttural quality of his throat shushes you into silence. âOnly to raise mayhem and put up such fight when it has been granted to youâ you feel the fingers of his free hand dance along the plump, clothed cushions of your buttocks and your eyes widen as though the position he had put you in was not telling enough.Â
No, no, no!
He is supposed to get on his knees and worship you!Â
Not discipline you like a guardian does a misbehaving child!Â
âPerhaps they are correct in what they say about a woman's eternal uncertainty in what she wants herselfâ not entirely true. You do know what you want. But if you confess it to him this will get even worse for you! He must not know! You shall conceal it like your life depends on it!
Or so you scheme in your naivete, for you have behaved in similar ways more times than one.
But trying to flirt with another man? That is new.Â
And Robb is very determined to find out the source of that course of action.
âUgh,â you shake your shoulders in a futile attempt once more. âDo not be a cruel brute!â You order the future King of the North like you are in any position to bark at a man of his stature. âI am not one of your savagely bannermen! Iâ ah!â A furious hiss shoots through your lips when his free hand comes down upon the midpoint of your cheeks that jiggle feverishly from the impact. You whine at the sting that goes all the way down to your pucker and though Robb is wordless, he curses under his breath when he realizes that you are not wearing adequate underclothing despite his constant advice and request that you do.
How typical of you.
The young man brings another strong hand down upon your rear at the thought and you let out such an exaggerated sound -in his opinion, as he is scarcely aware of the extent of his own strength- that it mimics a cackle. Only, it is one of woe. Your hips desperately try to find solace in swerving the endangered half of your body out of his line of devastation but your wolf-man is far too strong.Â
âAaaa!â You furiously wail like a delinquent puppy being set straight, digging your elbows into the hay and your head in your arms to withstand the thunderous rain of your betrothed's hand on your buttocks. âI demand you stop this immediately, Robb!â Your whines are muffled and pathetic in their contrast to your words.Â
âIt will not be until you tell me whose plot your little performance wasâ you gulp and bark out a wheeze to respond and it is like he senses the lie that goes to bud on your tongue and he swats it away with a foreseeable slap to the underside of your rear. âAnd you best think twice before giving me a false answer,â you shake your whole body and your head in protest and pain when he spanks you again. âOr so help me gods.âÂ
But you remain faithful to your nature and preserve your brain's unutilized state by choosing to, after all, lie. âI- I have not the slightest idea what you mean!â Robb releases a cool, mirthless scoff and shakes his head at you, his palm now taking turns on each of your cheeks as it comes out in strong, powerful hits that he lands with well paced delays so you can fully feel the ache of one strike before the next lands. âO- Ow! T- There was no- ahâ p- plot! Nevermind a- any performance!â He sighs as if to lament what is about to happen to you next.Â
âFineâ your eyes widen and you squawk in shock like you aren't accustomed to this or you were not hoping to arouse a more ideal variant of this outcome anyway. âHave it your way then, my doveâ oh⊠that never fares well for you.Â
And Robb proves your suspicion true when he lifts your skirts out of the way and tucks them under the hand that sits on your lower back like a menacing serpent with unkind intentions. âTsk,ââ a strong strike is given to your barely secure intimates before he tugs your poor excuse for undergarments down.Â
What?
They are uncomfortable!
It is not your problem if the man of your future household is too pedant and fastidious!
He always laughs at it and just ruffles your hair but you are unyielding in your belief that he is the way he is because your betrothed is adamant on reaching bachanalness three times faster than other people his age.Â
âOuch, my heart, please!â You cannot help but whine out an endearment though you absolutely do not want to because you are just as cross with him as he is with you! Ugh! He never falls in your traps! Why is he so clever?! Is this what your mother meant when she told you that you were finally going to have someone who would handle you like you ought to be the day Robb asked your father for your hand in marriage? âIt hurts!âÂ
You gasp in realization.
The pieces fall into place.
It does make sense.
Gods, the world conspires against you!
This is not fair at all!
Robb's cruel palm is unrelenting even when it begins to tingle upon coming into contact with your bare and blushing skin over and over. âTell me the name, my angel, and I will cease this immediatelyâ he spreads your legs with one strong jerk of his hand and your whole body undergoes a turbulence. âYou know I hate this just as much as you doâ before you can feel any warmth for your cruel lover for he always tells you that he does not like to punish you, his lowered hand comes upwards in a vertical hit and collides against your drenched petals. The impact reverberates through your whole being and your mouth falls open at the way your folds shake. âMake haste, sweet one.â
Your eyebrows come together in a tight, angry knot and your cheeks puff at his condescending tone. âN- No name!â You bark out of spite and clutch at the hay angrily. âThere was no one!â The compressed dried grass comes loose in your hold and you add. âYou have gone completely mad, you hoary troll!â The way Robb audibly chuckles at that causes the arm that he has on your back to buzz into your spine.
You gulp because he is a man of a few words and even lesser noise. So this cannot mean anything good. Although you are quite determined in your resolve, you still have to bite your lip to suppress the whimper that you let out when his offending hand now begins to softly caress the blemished skin of your buttocks and sit spots. For you know his touch and it is not this when he means to be genuinely affectionate.
Just what kind of a predicament have you landed yourself into?
âI see.â You hear the zip of harnesses coming undone and the thump of coats hitting the floor. âThen nevermind the actions of a mad man precisely how we will the name of your fellow conspirator, my dearâ you are confused by his words but the feeling of his tip aligning against you when he gets behind you and takes your sore thighs -for Robb never punishes your buttocks alone but all the spots in their vicinity- in his strong fingers that are decorated in scars which bear testament to his experience in conquest, causes a tumult in your determination-taut brain from the burst of sensation and the upper half of your body relaxes as result of all tension shifting to your nether regions.Â
You mewl as you feel the delicious burn of your entrance that your beloved had deflowered some time ago stretch around the thick tip of his cock that makes love making feel like the first time whenever your balmy cavern is made to accommodate his manhood. âOh! I can't take it!â You throw your head back and moan, forgetting everything else and getting lost in the flutters of pleasure you have been taught to find in the strain his cock causes on your flesh band. âYou're too big, love!â Robb curses under his breath when the leaking apex of his cock is met with resistance against your folds that he feels quivering against him. âP- Please help me take it!â He just has to give a sharp strike to the underside of one of your buttocks to accompany with his scoff.
You are such a fox.
Saying all the agreeable things in that obedient tone of yours that he knows better than to trust.Â
He shakes his head at the surprised squeal you whimper out as though the events of the last quarter did not happen.Â
âWhoever said anything about you taking it, my sweet dove?â Horror creeps down your spine in the form of an ice cold shiver.Â
No.Â
âB- Butâ aaaah!â You are stinging, aroused, open but not filled and inching closer and closer to mindless, undignified desperation. âBut!â
âHm?â Robb seems to be enjoying himself, ever the master of restraint and self control, as he penetrates you only to the wide hilt of his tip before he sloshes it right out of your entrance only to repeat the tortuous action where your walls clench and bathe with slick in anticipation of his cock only for their buzzing excitement to be denied satisfaction.Â
âW- WhatâŠâ You rarely ever misbehave once he has you like this. But your wanton frustration makes you kick one foot as you huff. âWhy would youâ oh!â You bite your lip because of the shoddy pleasure that sparks but fails to ignite, leaving your body on a trembling edge that brings you to heaven's door each time he fishes his way past your swollen folds and plops into you never to let you sheathe him thus denying you the paradise beyond. âW- Why are you doing that?!â You finally break from your pretentious rhetoric as you try to push yourself down on his shaft but strength has never been grounds for competition between the two of you.Â
Robb's nearly inhuman hold keeps you detained exactly where he wants you. âDoing what?â It's his time to display faux behavior and you huff although you know deep down in your mind that it would not do much to move him and would rather only land you in more trouble.Â
âThat!â You cry when you feel his cock release more precum right at the threshold of your cavern because of how he fucks your entrance with a warm, torturous gentleness that scorches both of your insides alike. âWhy w- won't you put it in, cruel ogre!âÂ
A satisfied smirk suppresses Robb's breaths that grow heavier with the passing moments. âWhy, I am a mad and cruel ogre-troll, my doveâ he enters you again and this time both his hands come down on your cheeks in the form of slaps at once and you howl. âAnd creatures of my like have queer ways beyond the comprehensive abilities of pretty little things like yourselfâ you whine and your toes curl at how the frustration morphs into a dull ache in the mound between your legs.Â
The painful twitching of your sex makes you croak and you try to move your hips once more. âNo! No!â You gurgle on your own spit as you vehemently shake your head.
âNo?â Robb's inquiry is nice, somewhat kind even⊠unlike his heartless actions.Â
âNo!â You affirm as you feel your knees ache and sore thighs quiver. You are a sensitive little thing. Rough handling is not a domain you are much acquainted with beside the brief encounters you have with it sometimes during spells of passion with your dearest betrothed. âNo, the light of my life, you're not! Youââ your back arches and you cry and pout like an entitled juvenile not getting their way, your frivolous unrest and feverish jittering making his great form that looms behind you like the silhouette of doom itself to shake in silent mirth. âYou're perfect! Please, you're the most perfect Stark heir! You are the best Lord Winterfell can ever hope to have!â Your praises make him curse under his breath and he gropes your thigh harder to withstand his impulsive urge to thrust all the way in.
No.
He is the man and the responsible one.
No can do until you learn and acknowledge his authority.
That is the way.
Of men, and Lords.
âThe name, my loveâ though he masks his words with nonchalance quite well, there is a disguised urgency in them. You light him up just as unbearably as he does you. âTell me the name and I will give you all you need and desire.â He gives you one rough jerk just past the band of your entrance and the momentary friction you feel in the drenched velvet just above your entrance snaps the thread of your determination. âJust like that, it is that easy. But you choose the fruitless path of torment and frustration.â There is a hypnotic lull in his words and that is enough for you to gush out a part of your impending confession.Â
âIt wasâ!â You finally confess the name of your lady friend and Robb decides that it will do for now, rest you will tell him yourself with your own free will in your sensitive and emotional post orgasm state when you will be securely tucked in his arms and against his chest.Â
âThereâ your eyes and mouth widen at the same time and a guttural grunt crawls out of your throat when he doesn't pull his tip out this time around and instead slots himself inside you until he is hilt deep. âThere is my bonnie lassâ the upper half of your body goes lax and appears as though your bones have dissolved into your blood. You go to collapse face first into the hay to lay down and get fucked into oblivion but Robb's territorial paw finds a hold on the underside of your jaw and he rams you onto his cock and continues to curve your form until the crown of your head is touching his shoulder. âTsk, such havoc just because I could not attend to you right away and requested you show some patience.â His fingers find one of your nipples and you shiver.
âS- Sorry, hubby!â You finally use for him the odd yet heartwarming endearment he loves most and that is how he knows he has you netted in. Â
âWho loves you?â You shiver as you feel his girth stretch out your insides even though you were more than prepared for him.Â
âY- Youââ he pulls at your nipple before giving both your breasts punishing swats. Your waist further curls outwards at the feeling.Â
âSay it properlyâ you clench around him because of the way his baritone voice grinds against your eardrums and Robb cannot help but twitch right under your cervix.Â
You do not need to be told twice. âRobb Stark!âÂ
He hums in satisfaction. âWho knows better?âÂ
Your bubbling loins tighten. âRobb Stark!âÂ
âWho takes care of you?â His hands roughly fumble to throw your skirts out of his way.Â
âRobb Starkâ!â Your answer turns into a shivering moan when his fingers find the trembling gem under the hood of your sex.Â
âWho do you trust with everything?â The minute crevices on the tips of his fingers rub against the sensitive nub and your vision falters.Â
âR- Robb Stark!â His hold on your jaw is the only thing that keeps it in usable shape.Â
âWho will you obey when he tells you that you will no longer be friends withââ you whine when he takes the name of your dear friend but it is not a complete surprise.Â
Robb greatly dislikes and condemns for you any influence he deems indecent or bad.
âR- Robb Stark!â You whimper as you move your hips along to his cock that now fucks you so fast and rough that you lose your footing with each thrust, the fingers he has on the nub of your womanhood only adding to the flutters of pleasure that narrow the knot around your hips with each snap of his hips.Â
âWho do you belong to?â This time, his mouth comes to press against your ear and his coarse beard irritates your sensitive skin. His words carry a wolfish ferocity and you hear him gnash his teeth in as much clarity as your thumping ears will allow.Â
âR- Robbââ your teeth begin to chatter from the intensity of your orgasm and your body flexes against his much bigger one to withstand the explosion in your abdomen. âS- S- StarkâŠâ Your words melt into hissing whispers and you shudder and hiss when he continues to rub, fuck and fondle you even when the ecstatic feeling has subsided and your mound demands solitude.Â
âThat is correctâ he pounces onto the stacks that you face with your smaller body underneath him like a depraved wolf having trapped in its hold a helpless little lamb. The action causes for his tip to collide against your cervix and your body thrashes defensively but it is in vain. âDo not forget that.â Robb whispers in your ear before he regains his footing and his hairy claws tuck under your thighs from the front. Your betrothed easily lifts your legs off the floor and begins his annihilation of any remaining misconduct perchance still shrouded in some unwise crevice of your little mind.
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I⊠can swear I thought this was like 1K at bestâŠÂ
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