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Turnabout

IVE An Yujin x m!reader

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Part 8 of IVED Vanilla Latte

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"Such a bed hog, Jang Wonyoung," Yujin grumbles as she peels the blankets back, careful not to disturb when she drapes it over you both and snuggles up against your chest. You share the complaint—it's a wonder how such a petite little thing can occupy so much space.

"Always the brat that gets what she wants, I guess," you mutter with a sleepy smile, wrapping an arm around Yujin's back as the realization sets in that you're awake.

"Maybe that's the problem. We spoil her too much—fucking cums three times on daddy's fat cock and still steals all the covers."

Can’t exactly argue with that either. Yujin’s already energetic enough to trace circles into your bare chest, while Wonyoung is still in deep slumber, curled up peacefully right by your side. It’s well into the morning, but winter break means late nights and later mornings, plenty of time to sleep in and do absolutely nothing.

And if that sleep comes with these two tangled up all over you in this spacious bed, cuddled nice and tight under the covers, then there's really not a single thing to complain about.

“Well, good morning, daddy," Yujin says, a bit hoarse, sleepiness still present when she plants a kiss right on your lips.

"Morning, Yudolph," you reply, making Yujin giggle out instantly when her mouth reaches your neck. She nibbles gently, slow but steady, kissing her way across your exposed skin. And god, how she manages to look so fucking beautiful in the morning is beyond your comprehension. Even bare-faced, Yujin looks effortlessly gorgeous.

Wonyoung is the real sleeper amongst the three of you, even after Yujin kisses her so gently on the forehead to try and wake her up, still out like a light. That doesn't seem to matter, because she takes advantage, still showering you in attention—kisses on your neck that become a bit aggressive, a little more nibbling, a little sucking, teeth grazing against your skin until you can feel the ache where her mark is.

"A little needy this morning, are we?"

Yujin doesn't respond at first, too lost in what she's doing to hear your words as her hands wander a bit south, feeling how your boxers strain around your morning hardness.

"It's not like you can control yourself either," Yujin says, a smirk on her face that pairs with her giggles as a hand slides between your legs to feel your length, palm pressed over it. The warm touch alone has you twitching inside your boxers, groaning under your breath at the sensation. Her hot breath escapes, a tease as she kisses back up to your ear. "Let me take care of this for you—not like our princess will be up for a while."

Tempting, for sure, but you can't give in just yet. Instead, you give a little slap to her tight, plump ass that catches her off-guard, gasping louder than expected.

"Not yet. Need some coffee first."

The look that you get in return is every bit offended at being denied, Yujin with this adorable little pout that's so rare to see her sporting, cheeks all puffed out, such cuteness that nearly makes you reconsider. Yet, somehow, you hold strong and toss your side of the sheets right off, standing up to head towards the bathroom to wash up.

Following like a lost puppy, Yujin trails after you, kissing you from behind like she thinks it'll make you change your mind. She's nowhere near subtle enough about her intentions, arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as she pecks her way along your shoulders and upper back.

"But daddy—" Yujin whines, continuing her little display of affection as she attempts to bribe you with another plethora of kisses all over your neck, refusing to let you slip away. The bathroom mirror is large enough to let you observe the cute sight of her holding on, peppering wherever she can with those soft, delectable lips.

But you silence any further protest when turning around to press your lips to hers, a tender kiss that lasts for longer than she deserves.

"Coffee," you repeat, and this time she doesn't question.

From the moment you pour coffee beans to grind to the second it starts brewing, Yujin is right behind you, hardly separating from you for even a breath. Not that you ever would mind the company. Nor how little of her is covered up, this silky pink robe she managed to slip on the way, mostly unbuttoned, breasts spilling out, dark underwear on full display as well as those deadly hips paired with that amazing ass.

"You know, coffee takes a long time," Yujin murmurs, nuzzling her face up against the crook of your neck.

"That's what makes it good, though," you respond, not falling for those cute little antics. But still, she feels impossible to resist, especially when her hand wanders along your abdomen, no longer subtle when she reaches between your legs to cup a nice handful of your bulge through your boxers.

"We have time..." Yujin sighs, her hot breath lingering around your neck when she slides into the fabric of your underwear to get a better grip around you. The pressure is just enough, fingers wrapped tight, slow strokes from base to tip that coax you into full erection. "All the time in the world, don't we, daddy?"

"Spoiled brat," you say, but can hardly let out little else when those lips latch on your neck, and a hand glides up and down your sensitive, throbbing shaft.

"It's not spoiling me if you enjoy it too, right? So why won't you play with me a bit, daddy?" she questions, guiding you further into her spell, slipping out of your boxers so she can turn you around and continue to give her full, undivided attention. There's only so long until the temptation overtakes you, sweetening the pot by unbuttoning her robe, no hesitation to slide it off her shoulders, exposing her devilish body with ease. The soft bounce of those tits is practically hypnotic, and her pretty nipples perk up before your very eyes.

One more deep, heavy kiss has the answer already coming out of your mouth, cupping Yujin's perfect ass into each of your hands and lifting her right off her feet. Because how can anyone ever say no to a sight like this in front of them?

She’s more than happy to cling to you, arms looped behind your shoulders, those heavenly thighs wrapped so tightly around your waist as you carry her the short distance onto the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee machine.

"Fine, you win. Impatient little slut,” you manage out between hot, heavy kisses. Fuck the coffee and fuck her for looking this irresistible so early. You're not sure who the real needy one is here—Yujin for seducing you so easily, or you for falling for it so fast.

There’s never an angel on your shoulder when she’s around—only a devil convincing you to go with whatever the hell she demands.

"Don't act like you can ever resist me," Yujin continues, legs so tight around your waist to prove that point. It's only when you get your fingertips into those panties and tug them down, trying to maneuver them past her thighs, does she have to let go for a split second, before returning herself to you the moment they're out of your way.

"Never could, never will." With her pussy exposed and dripping wet for you, it's only natural to slide a finger or two, the warmth and ease you can glide into her tells plenty, how she’s ready for the real thing. It's her who frees your aching cock next as she moves the fabric of your underwear down enough to nudge your shaft at her entrance, slowly pumping up and down.

“So fucking spoiled…”

“Me, or you?” she laughs, scooting herself to the very edge so she can align you with her wet slit. The rest is up to you—and you don’t dare disappoint, the swollen head of your cock parting her folds, that velvety wet heat welcoming you right in one fluid stroke of your hips.

“Fuck—“

That feeling—god, the instant relief you get with that first thrust, your cock fitting so well inside Yujin as she stretches around you, there’s nothing like it. No matter how many times you've been inside her, the wet tightness of her cunt gives instant gratification, even when she’s desperately trying to get you to move by locking her legs so tight, heels pressing into your back.

"Tight little slut, always so needy for me," you growl, only to be met with that devious smile from Yujin, not arguing any of it.

She's so wet, so warm, slick arousal covering your shaft whenever you enter her with ease, defiling the kitchen counter like you have so many times before. And those eyes, the way they meet yours whenever you drive your hips, that fucking look of pure lust just makes you go all in, wanting more of that desperation that she can't hide, like she can't handle how good it feels.

“Can you really blame me? When you stretch me out like this? Oh, daddy's so—so, oh fuck," Yujin struggles to say, bare ass on the cold countertop as you work your shaft so deep in, keeping yourself buried. It's not that hard to shut her up like this, feel how she tightens from the sudden impact of your bodies crashing, how she sighs heavily and throws her head back when you impale that greedy little hole again.

"So, what? Come on, tell me, baby—" you taunt, slamming in again before slowing to a stop just as she's about to speak, getting a frustrated groan when you refuse to start moving again, not letting her take any control over this.

"P-please, so fuck—so, so fucking deep inside my pussy, daddy, right up into my guts, so—god," Yujin cuts off once again when you pull out and drive into her tight, slippery depths. “Ruin me, make me forget my name, fuck, your cock is so good—“

Her legs tighten around you as the next plunge hits just right, a gasp flying right out when that warm cunt swallows every inch back in, begging for more. You can see every little reaction on her blissed-out features when you pick up the pace, hear the sweet sounds of Yujin's desperate moans ringing throughout the kitchen.

“So fucking tight, god, Yujin, can barely fit this fucking cock in your pussy,” you grunt, watching her try to form a coherent thought while you plow her so deep. She’s moaning so shamelessly, right next to the coffee, spread out so lewdly across the countertop.

"Give it to me, daddy, harder—" Yujin begs, and doesn't need to explain the next sentence, fingers digging into the back of your neck, bringing both of your faces closer and kissing you between her moans. She's relentless in the way she squeezes your cock, so tight and warm with every smack of your body against hers, hot flesh on hot flesh loud and unmistakable in the otherwise silent room. "Fucking use me like the little cumslut I am, fill me up—god, daddy, need your hot load, drain those heavy fucking balls in me."

Every bit of her pussy squeezes tightly around your length when you draw back, leaving just your swollen tip sheathed inside before thrusting right back into her, repeating that same motion that gets all these desperate moans out of her lips.

“That what you want? To dump a load in your tight cunt like I did with Wonyoung when you were gone?"

That only riles her up even more, that jealousy building, legs hugging tighter like she has no plans to let you out of her grasp. But that’s what gets her wetter, lips claiming your own before pulling off and giving full access to the side of her neck, urging you to dive right in. That’s what you do, mouth finding that delicious bare skin, kissing, licking away, grazing teeth into the sensitive area. Not gentle at all when you begin to suck hard until Yujin whimpers, hard enough you're certain to leave behind marks, the kind that'll stay visible for days and annoy Wonyoung.

“Daddy—“

Yujin tries to return the favor when she clings even tighter, nails leaving scratches down your back as you put every bit of strength in your hips, soaking yourself in her juices when your shaft makes such a mess of her glistening cunt.

"Love when you fuck me like this, when you use me like you can't control yourself," Yujin barely manages, limbs so tangled around your entire body that it keeps you pulled in, wanting you even deeper with each thrust. You hear the strain in her voice, almost huskier, heavy and thick with arousal, your hips sparing no energy.

"My pretty little fuckdoll, is that what you are? This perfect cunt always begging to milk my cock?”

“Y-yes, daddy, just a warm, wet hole for you to dump your heavy load in—“ She's so unbelievably tight with each thrust that sinks all the way into that wonderful, wet heat. Buried balls deep, Yujin squeezes the absolute life out of your cock as you plunge right in over and over. This isn't so much fucking her as using her body, just like she craves, selfishly driving into her without letting up for a second, bodies a sweaty mess as you keep your lips on her.

"Getting close, make me cum on that cock, come on," Yujin pleads, unable to take much more as you pummel her pussy, slamming your whole weight into her with each pump. "Make me cum daddy, fuck, that's it, use me just like that—"

You don't need any more convincing to not hold anything back, cupping her face in your hands and sealing those lovely moans with your mouth as you pound her aching cunt. Nothing can stop the sheer ecstasy on her face when you're railing her like this, driving yourself into her body so hard into the counter that everything not nailed down bounces around from the impact.

"Gonna cum on that cock, gonna cum so fucking hard," Yujin says with a shudder, locking herself so around your body that there’s no chance of escape, eyes barely able to stay open, toes curling and back arching off the counter. The coffee's done brewing, long forgotten and ignored, but it can't possibly compare to how hot Yujin feels in comparison, so tight and drenched with your hard cock sliding so perfectly inside. She's getting even tighter, nails clawing into your back once again—even when your own rough thrusts don't show an ounce of mercy, these violent snaps of your hips never falter for an instant.

“Then cum on this cock you greedy little slut—“

Yujin clamps tight, and the sight alone sends you spiraling—the way her tits are bouncing, a thin layer of sweat covering every bit of her body, cheeks flushed and hair becoming a hot mess, your unrelenting onslaught never losing an ounce of momentum. Then she's cumming so hard, squirming in your arms, mouth hanging open with a final desperate sound when it hits and her face contorts in pleasure, soaked cunt contracting over and over as you pry out a heavy, overwhelming climax.

"D-daddy! Fuck!"

You could watch her gorgeous face like this forever, how her body reacts, every sound she makes, every detail etched into your memory when her juices gush out and soak around your balls, that orgasm hitting so hard, eyes rolling back. She's shaking violently by the end of it, borderline painfully tight around your cock with her face buried in the crook of your neck as she struggles to regain her breath, clutching to you like a lifeline.

“Love making you cum like that, Yujinnie, love when you make a mess all over me,” you say when Yujin rides it all out to completion, gasping and sighing in between trying to catch her breath. She's nothing but spent when the aftershocks lose steam, nothing but an exhausted mess all tangled up in your arms.

Absolutely gorgeous that look on her face is, overwhelmed and cheeks still reddened, so lost in bliss, so relaxed when you gently caress her messy hair out of her eyes.

"Your turn, daddy," Yujin mutters, so out of breath when she crashes lips against yours with a deep, heavy kiss that’s all saliva and tongue. You're already on edge as is, the pressure between your legs ready to burst at any moment as your body goes into full overdrive. "Isn't that what you need right now? Isn't that what you needed the whole time when I woke you up? A nice, thick load in my tight little cunt? Please, wanna feel it drip all out of me…"

And that's what gets your hips moving like no tomorrow—this last little burst of energy when Yujin urges you on, whispers those lewd words of encouragement. It's when she kisses up the side of your cheek, nips your ear, runs a hand over your chest and plays with a nipple that your willpower cracks, slowly pulling out of her to drive right back in that much faster, pounding her tight little cunt without remorse.

"You're so fucking close aren't you, daddy? Need you to unload, need you to fucking breed me. Can feel you fucking throbbing—"

Yujin’s voice right in your ear, it's everything you need: her desperate cries for your cum, her frantic moans, begging and pleading for it, that's what tips you right over the edge. There's no stopping this. No stopping the way you can't help but fuck her balls fucking deep over and over again, feeling just how tight Yujin clenches around your cock, that constant whine of 'daddy' becoming your undoing.

That flimsy string of self-restraint snaps, one final deep plunge as her walls suffocate your cock, and you grab two handfuls of her plump ass to hold her in place as you unload, a torrent of cum flooding deep inside, thick, white hot seed erupting into Yujin, spreading this satisfying warmth into her welcoming cunt.

Her face, Yujin's pretty fucking face, it's all you can look at when you explode, draining your heavy balls inside her pussy, everything emptied right out. She holds you through it, keeping herself locked in place as your dick pulses and spurts without pause, all that built up pressure emptied into her, not a chance for any to spill out.

"That's it, daddy," Yujin pleads, planting sweet kisses all down the side of your jaw, tracing her tongue across your ear, shuddering when the rest of your load empties inside her. "Fucking breed me, god—all of it, fuck it all deep in me, please—"

The last couple spurts have you twitching violently, right up to the very end, both of your bodies dripping in sweat. Even with Yujin clinging to you so tight, those long legs locked around your waist while her cunt wrings every last drop, you stay buried inside, savoring just how hot and wet she feels.

"Fuck, god, baby—came so fucking much in you," you manage to utter. letting yourself collapse onto Yujin's sweaty, sticky body. The whole time she strokes your hair, all while being filled to the brim with your thick seed, locked together on this little kitchen counter with no interest in moving

“Daddy always does. Always gives me everything I want. Feels so good inside me, made this pussy so fucking full," Yujin says, resting her head on you, planting one more kiss on your shoulder before getting a good squeeze on your ass.

"That's what you like, right? To get your little pussy all full and messy with cum? See it spilling out, knowing that I filled you, that you made me cum that hard—“ Yujin gives this small nod, and your sensitive cock refuses to leave that sticky warmth you've sunk deep into. Not that she would ever let you, even while her cunt threatens to overflow all over the kitchen counter.

You just can't get enough of the taste of Yujin when you latch your lips upon her sweaty neck again, leaving behind a trail of tired kisses, licking whatever runs down her hot skin, craving more. And while you both bask in the afterglow, panting heavily, hardly able to catch a moment of recovery, there's the coffee, beckoning, a waft of hot steam that goes ignored this entire time.

There's a certain look on Yujin's face once you take a break from lapping up her salty sweat and manage to pull away—a satisfied smile when she untangles her limbs, inviting herself off the counter as your length slowly slips out. Immediately, your cum trickles right out the moment she stands, thighs parting, a messy white trail dripping all the way down, practically a work of art.

"Look at that, love seeing how much you filled me," Yujin says and smirks, hand shooting right between her legs and sliding a finger right inside, cum leaking out even faster.

"So do I, Yujinnie, love seeing how much cum your pretty little cunt takes. Never looks as good as when it's leaking out."

Yujin gets those lips on you once again, sharing a long, lingering kiss that leaves your head spinning, hand gripping your sensitive cock as if there’s anything left to drain. "And look at that—coffee's all ready."

As if you still care about that right now, when Yujin is right there, standing so proud with cum leaking down her thighs, a sweaty, gorgeous mess. "Forget the coffee. Rather have you instead. Every morning."

"Oh, am I better than the coffee, daddy?" Yujin teases, nudging her naked frame so close.

"Always are."

Falling into one more embrace, the smell of hot coffee right next to you, you can tell you're not in the room alone anymore—

It's Wonyoung's perfume that hits your senses first, her presence known immediately when her heels clack across the floor. As usual, so unfazed by anything as she grabs a travel mug, pouring herself some coffee into it, cream and sugar following after.

"Oh, good morning. Plenty of coffee left, I see," Wonyoung says, voice so pleasant, warm and bubbly, ignoring everything that she sees happening right before her eyes. There’s silence; neither you nor Yujin say anything in reply, only watching her strut around the kitchen as she grabs a bagel, a fork, and some cream cheese from the fridge.

And just like that she's out of the kitchen, heading straight back down the hall, not a thing in the world able to take away her cheerfulness right now. "Gonna head out shopping for a few hours—be back later!"

It's rather unusual for Wonyoung not to have anything else to say, not even a single complaint about Yujin's monopolizing of you. Though it's probably best not to question it, especially if it means you get this place all to yourself with no distractions. Nothing to hold you back from indulging on Yujin's absolutely sinful body a little more.

"So—" you start off, almost breaking into a laugh at the very ridiculousness of it all.

"Shower," Yujin suddenly answers before the question is even fully asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the counter, the mess on the tile floor long forgotten for now. "You're going to fuck me in the shower. And then after that—“

You never get the chance to hear the rest, Yujin not one for finishing her thoughts, looking so good when she walks off like this, all naked, hips swaying, ass jiggling with each step and legs going on for miles, demanding your attention as she leads the way to the bathroom.

Yeah, maybe a shower sounds great.

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Once hot water hits your back, you've got Yujin pinned up against the tiles of the shower wall, muscles moving almost on instinct. Your body knows the routine, always going back for more even after draining a thick, heavy load inside this girl.

Then the shower is all hers, that sexy back to you as you shove two fingers inside, curled in just the right way that hits every spot, making her cum on your digits again and again and again. No remorse, not even when Yujin begs for mercy, barely able to keep herself standing. She's not used to being on this side of overstimulation—it's always the other way around, but the cries that escape sound so perfect, legs shaking violently when she's all spent and worn out, a sticky mess.

Two more orgasms later, you're shampooing her long hair and rubbing some of her fancy body wash all over those long legs that you already miss wrapped around you.

It's this nice, calm moment when you've gotten her so clean and relaxed, nothing out of her mouth but a reward of sweet little kisses, giggling and laughing while she's busy washing out the shampoo. Like you've somehow tamed the brat out of her—for now.

By the time you're finished with her, all toweled off and fresh, there are no complaints when Yujin crawls in bed next to you, wrapping herself up right in your arms again.

"Nice to have daddy to myself every now and then. Love when you take care of me and spoil me," she says, shifting close. You know the drill, wrapping an arm around her bare back, tracing fingers down her spine before they glide through her tangled locks as her lips stay pulled into that ever-permanent smile.

"Sometimes it's nice when I don't need to share..." you say, trailing off with a sudden kiss on her lips, the kind that earns a giggle once Yujin is finally done nuzzling up to your neck, taking in your scent that still lingers.

"Think I should spoil daddy some more today. Made me cum so many times in the shower, even when I thought I couldn't take anymore."

"Learned from the best, didn't I?"

Yujin gives the cutest grin at that. "What does daddy want, then? Want me to suck you off? Stroke your cock, milk another huge load? "

"Yeah, all of that sounds good," you answer, pushing yourself up and settling back against the pillows. Yujin's between your legs not even a second after that, flat on her stomach, legs behind her and feet dangling in the air. She's dressed only in this purple little thong, almost naked and perfect as her long hair falls in such a way over her bare, smooth back, eyeing your cock with this giddy grin that can't possibly be wiped away.

"Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets…” Yujin says, and she always makes good on her promises to spoil you. She gets right to work as she caresses your thighs with those magical hands, running them up and down, getting all the blood flowing again.

Funny enough how she says that, like this isn't also for her, isn't something she needs as much as you. The look of excitement on Yujin’s face, when she grabs onto your shaft, gets you hard just from that alone. All it takes is that simple graze, fingers dancing along every bit of you before you've stiffened up again for her.

"Daddy's big, thick cock—filling my mouth," Yujin mumbles out, drool already forming at the corners of her mouth when she rubs your cock head against her soft lips, kissing it like she can't help herself anymore. You lean back, head in the pile of pillows while she gets comfortable, her ass pointing right into the air, barely covered by this pathetic piece of fabric. She's in utter bliss before even starting, the soles of her feet rubbing against each other, like she's more excited about sucking you off than you are.

Not a moment wasted. A little tease with her tongue as it glides along your length, slicking it all up, before stopping right at the sensitive underside where she's learned your weakness. There's no hiding the way you moan and twitch, your breath hitching every time her tongue laps over the same area, cupping your balls while she flicks repeatedly.

"So sensitive, even after you came in me," Yujin says, her tongue exploring all the way down to your balls, rolling them around before pressing her lips to kiss them. She's too good at knowing just where to pay extra attention to, where to lick and tease and have you melting into the sheets as her tongue flicks back against the very tip.

There's not a thing you can do about the moan that leaves you while Yujin strokes your whole length, spitting onto your tip again and again, spreading her wet saliva all around. And then she parts those lips, envelops the head of your cock right into the warmth of her mouth, swallowing you whole with no warning.

"Shit, Yujin—god, fuck," you grunt out when her cheeks hollow, lips sealed so tight and bobbing her head up and down so sinfully from the very beginning. Those lips suck and slurp as they slide down the entirety of your shaft, holding for a moment before pushing right back up, tongue lavishing the whole way. She stares so intensely the whole time, this magical eye contact as she takes in every inch, taking you far into the depths of her throat like it's not even the slightest challenge.

"Daddy tastes so good, especially when it's all the way down my throat," Yujin says, pulling away just so she can pepper kisses down your shaft, her hot breath hitting every bit of your saliva-soaked dick.

Her lips press into the side, following it all the way down your length with one big, wet kiss when she teases until the very bottom. No wasted movements, she takes you back inside her mouth right after, a loud, heavy slurp while she plays with your balls, driving every ounce of pleasure possible out of you when her lips travel back down.

"You're gonna be the fucking end of me, I swear—" you moan out as Yujin continues to get deep and swallow every inch, her nails grazing across your thighs, using them for leverage while her head bobs with no sign of letting up. She's absolutely shameless with how messy she gets, that lewd sound of your cock going into her throat so prominent, spit covering the entire length as her pace speeds up.

It's too good when she picks things up—Yujin knows exactly where you're weak, just how to push your limits without taking things too far when every movement and slide of her lips has you groaning so desperately.

Then her hands pin your thighs right against the mattress, keeping you from thrusting when the speed quickens even more. Yujin gurgles on your length, humming happily with such pride, devouring your whole cock right to the back of her throat. She goes harder than ever with a rough push all the way down and holding herself there for a moment before working back up, messy spit and loud gags leaving her mouth as she pulls back, a satisfied expression all over her.

"Love choking on daddy's big cock," Yujin says, an eager grin before diving straight back down.

The feeling is mutual, because fuck—all of that feels so good, lips slurping up and down while your heavy cock fills her throat completely. She's fucking relentless, these exaggerated gags in between breaths when she takes in your full length over and over again, switching it up by sucking so gently on your swollen cockhead, using only her lips to push it even further down.

And then it’s an endless loop, that warm, wet tongue that travels all the way down to the base, tracing every vein to get these helpless moans out of you. There's no mercy given, no respite when you're throbbing like crazy, trying your absolute best to not shove her pretty face straight into your crotch. The only alternative is to grab fistfuls of the sheets instead, shutting your eyes for a fleeting moment.

"Nuh-uh," Yujin suddenly says over your sloppy cock, pulling you out of her mouth with a loud, lewd pop, spit glistening the whole length of your shaft as she strokes, a small string falling right off her chin. "Eyes open, daddy."

She's not a woman you want to deny, especially when she's looking so hungry between your legs, lips on your heavy balls and sucking with so much desire. You don't know whether you'll survive this—there's a certain determination on Yujin's face, her tongue lapping at your sack while a hand continues jerking you off, not neglecting any part.

"Fuck, Yujin—fucking love your mouth," you groan, the sight in front of you becoming too much to handle.

And even when she's far too skilled to bring you over the edge with these intense, wet slurps that coat your cock in abundant spit, she can’t help but stare the whole time. Like nothing could satisfy her more than watching you, moaning with need when she sucks harder on each of your balls, making sure to give them both equal attention.

"Then daddy won’t mind me swallowing that delicious cum? Gonna drain these big, heavy balls right down my throat," Yujin says, but that's not going to happen just yet—

Not when her tongue gets to work, ensuring your balls get doused in warm saliva, wrapping her lips around each one for good measure. This slow, torturous moment that she draws out when she licks over every sensitive spot, working you up so perfectly that you're about ready to explode, to coat that face with hot, sticky cum.

She won’t allow any deviation, not when she has your pleasure all mapped up, a perfect plan on how to turn you into a fucking mess with every swipe that slides over your balls one more time. Right on schedule, she dips even lower, and all your senses come alive when her tongue presses into your ass, swirling around slowly, teasing that sensitive area, testing until her tongue pushes all the way inside.

"Yujin—jesus, fuck, oh my god," you groan out almost involuntarily. One hand stays so firm around the head of your cock while she goes deep. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you, each slow movement feeling as wonderful as it was the first time she did this, like she knows exactly where to go when you're so close. Yujin giggles happily to herself, burying her face in deep, tongue exploring your asshole with expert precision as you barely keep yourself together.

"Nothing daddy likes more than when I eat his ass, right?" And nothing could wipe that smug grin off her face, and damn, she's so right about that when her tongue goes crazy, swirling at your hole, using the tip to plunge in and out, finding all the sensitive nerves.

It's every bit overwhelming as much as it's satisfying, Yujin getting you even closer to that edge, not even stroking your cock anymore when she's too busy lapping her tongue right inside your ass.

"So good, Yujin, so fucking good," you manage out in the midst of pleasure, squirming when the wetness of her tongue fills you. She gets you so close to where you need, but never pushes you over the edge, her own desire to drive you crazy so evident in how sloppy she gets. Those pretty manicured nails dig into your abdomen to keep you from moving, your cock throbbing, leaking all over. "Getting so close, fuck—"

And it's such a struggle not to blow right then, this pressure only building more and more. "Yeah? Daddy loves my tongue in his asshole that much? Might make you cum?"

Yujin doesn’t wait for a response as she plunges so deep, her mouth going straight into overdrive. Her tongue only hits that sensitive area a few more times, before running back all the way to your balls, licking on each one repeatedly while she stares. That is, until her lips are right on your cock again, slowly sliding all the way down to the base, forcing every inch past those pretty lips without a problem.

"Fuck, keep going," you groan, gripping the sheets, desperately needing relief. There's an ache so deep inside that you can't escape, and there's only one person with the power to set it free. "You're gonna make me cum. It's all gonna shoot down your fucking throat, Yujin, right down—"

It's that kind of encouragement she craves, getting a handful of your full balls to fondle and play with while her mouth gives the killing blow. There's no remorse in the way Yujin brings you right up to the peak of pleasure, her mouth so warm, so wet around your entire shaft as she plunges deep down, nose pressed firmly into your crotch.

Then it's all up to you to do the rest when you grab the back of her head and keep her in place.

She watches the whole time as your face contorts and your muscles tense, unable to keep a loud, heavy groan from slipping past your lips when you finally do explode. Shooting right out, that huge thick load spills out as you pump shot after shot right down her throat while she milks it from your balls.

It's exactly what she wants when you get such a tight grip on her head, keeping her held down your throbbing cock while you flood such a massive load straight down into her hungry throat.

“Oh my god, fuck, Yujin—“

Her lips stay wrapped tight, flushed down to your base as her throat works to get every last drop, always so greedy, eyes watching every moment while she empties your balls, fingers still fondling them the whole time. You just keep those groans going, spilling inside the delicious warmth of Yujin’s tight throat and giving her everything as she gulps down shot after shot of your sticky load. She just keeps this delicate squeeze on your balls ever, drawing more out of them to swallow down.

You hold her tight, fingers digging into her scalp, long past the point when your orgasm ends and your cock is completely spent. All this time, Yujin looks so pleased, letting you take as much time as you need to pump that load deep into her stomach, throbbing on repeat. Even after you relax your grip, she's slow to pull her mouth off, sucking with such intensity once you finally empty yourself, having nothing left to shoot, drained so expertly.

There's such a thick, creamy mess in her mouth when her lips part to reveal after taking everything from your cock. It doesn't take long before Yujin lets it all pool, playing with it in a little show before gathering it all up in one big mouthful, tilting her head back and swallowing every single bit.

"Made daddy cum so hard, didn't I?" she purrs, almost in triumph, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your chest while you just ride through the high. "So fucking good, especially when you pump all of it right down my throat and I don't have to share any of it."

"You're too fucking good, Yujin—"

"Insatiable you could say. If your balls had anything left, I'd be sucking you dry again. Daddy won't go a day without being drained and my mouth or pussy full of thick cum."

She falls straight on top of you, nothing in the way when her leg slides right around you, hugging your waist and pulling you close until her warmth surrounds you again. And of course you welcome it, one hand resting right on the small of her back, the other running all through her hair, relishing in the calm.

"You really are spoiled," you say, brushing some loose strands away as Yujin simply snuggles closer.

"Daddy's spoiled little brat. You wouldn't have it any other way."

----

You don't wake up until later. Head a little clearer, the sleep more than welcome, body rested and well refreshed. Wonyoung still isn't home when you check her room. Neither is Yujin, or at least in your bed, but you find her right in the kitchen once you wander back downstairs.

She doesn't take long to spot you, a wide grin across her face. Her hair is tied up in a messy ponytail, sporting a black tank top and matching gym shorts that show off those toned legs and a lot more as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. There's this nice glow to her skin, a little more radiant from what looks like a quick jog outside.

"About time. Missed you, daddy. Princess isn't back yet and you were still out, so I decided to go for a little run."

“Not my fault you wore me out."

"Is that all on me now? All I did was suck your cock just like you asked, like the good girl I am," Yujin argues with the most ridiculous pout you've ever seen.

"Good? Not sure I'd ever use that word to describe you."

"I'm good when I feel like it. And good at riding you until you blow a nice fat load deep inside my tight pussy—"

"Yeah, you're definitely anything but a good girl."

Yujin doesn't bother hiding the look on her face when you stare, stretching those arms above her head and flexing right in front of you, every inch on perfect display and that toned midriff peeking out when her top rises. "What would you even do if I was obedient? If you couldn't punish me whenever you liked, smacking my ass raw, or fucking my throat to keep me quiet?"

"I'd go find a different roommate, obviously."

A dramatic gasp follows, the kind that makes you both laugh when you step closer to kiss her. "Hey, wait, I'm all sweaty here. Let me go hop into the shower first, I won't take too long."

Not a chance you're waiting for her to do that—especially when you're the one who can easily offer an alternative. "No need when I can, I can clean you up right here."

"Perv," Yujin giggles, already considering your offer. "Daddy likes me all hot and sweaty?"

No hesitation on her end when she meets your gaze. "We can save water then—so show me what you have in mind instead," Yujin beckons, reaching her hands out and pulling you in by the collar for a lustful kiss.

"Come on—" You take the lead, grabbing Yujin by the wrist and guiding her along. She knows exactly where you're heading as soon as you turn the corner into the guest bathroom. It's more than enough space to work in once you clear off the sink, sweeping the makeup and skincare all to one side before hoisting Yujin up on the marble counter with no effort at all.

She doesn't wait for any other prompt, pulling off her tank top with your eager hands all over her sweaty body, reveling in her warmth while leaning right in for more of those sloppy, needy kisses, the kind that become her favorite the more riled up she gets. You're too busy ogling her body to be any use though, drinking in the sight of her perky, perfect tits in front of you when your lips separate.

"Keep staring," Yujin insists, as a strong, slender finger tilts your chin up, a far too smug look across her pretty face.

And you have no problem doing so while she undoes her ponytail, changing the messy, disheveled look into two loose pigtails instead as a mischievous smile pulls at her lips. "Isn't this a better look for me, daddy? Gives you plenty to tug on whenever you fuck my tight little pussy."

"It suits a brat like you—but I already wrecked your cunt. So your ass is mine instead."

Excitement fills her expression right away when Yujin leans back against the mirror, bare tits rising and falling when she notes the raging hard-on that's practically begging for attention through your sweatpants. "Even better. Now go on—clean me up, daddy."

There's not a moment's delay, giving her body another heated stare as you reach straight down and pull her shorts along her toned legs. They slip off effortlessly, finding Yujin hasn't bothered with panties underneath either.

Yujin tugs at the hem of your shirt as well, lifting it over your head to get you more comfortable. Then you're running your tongue over her tits, gathering up the beads of sweat as her whole body goes tense under your touch. She's quick to moan as you grope her body, from her abdomen down to her thighs, feeling all the curves and soft, tender skin as her breathing slowly gets heavier.

"And daddy said I was the needy one."

"You are—you want my cock more than anything, every damn day."

"Don't pretend you're complaining, daddy, you like using me way too much to ever get rid of me."

And that's the last thing she says while you draw circles around her nipple, licking up more sweat along the way, this delicious body all yours. Just getting your mouth over her neck makes Yujin shudder, taking your time with each spot you land on—but she has other plans for you, lifting her arms over her head and stretching out for you to indulge.

"I'm so sweaty everywhere... daddy better not miss a single spot."

You wouldn't dream of it. Running kisses up and down her soft skin, you get all your lips over every sensitive area, until you reach where the sweat is most prominent—

Right at her armpit, you kiss her there the second you reach it, Yujin giggling softly when your tongue begins to lash, diving right in. The taste is divine as always, leaving you more than satisfied to lick every single drop up, that natural, delicate aroma just a wonderful bonus that lingers. She's so relaxed while you are anything but. devouring that area, tongue swiping up all that salty sweat like it's your sustenance.

"Mm, daddy loves how I taste, doesn't he? Keep going, love when you pay attention to every part of me—“ That's your plan, to lavish every inch of her gorgeous body. But your focus is kept right here, tongue dragging along every spot of her sweat-doused armpits, swapping between each while she keeps those slender arms raised high for your mouth to get easy access.

Her giggles become soft sighs with your tongue so sloppy, wet licks turning into hungry slurps, savoring that heavenly taste, with your mouth so busy licking and sucking until there's more saliva than sweat before. Yujin encourages it all, knowing all too well how equally insatiable you can get when you're licking her, taking your time to slobber every area, every sensitive spot that gets such a strong reaction out of her.

You really can’t get enough, burying your face to keep the scent of Yujin lingering, the taste of her on your tongue. When your lips somehow detach, and you reach a point of satisfaction, you kiss down her chest in search of more sweat to lick up.

She's all smiles, fingers playing with the strands of your hair while your tongue explores her chest, a layer of sweat right in between her cleavage that's calling your name, your tongue wasting no time in gathering it up.

"More, daddy. Your mouth, fuck, get my body nice and clean—"

You continue your exploration, getting your mouth all over her stiff nipples and watching her tense up when you give them all the attention they deserve—tracing the swell of each breast before the licking intensifies. It earns the same response from Yujin every single time, desperate little whines when your teeth graze along the nub, flicking it back and forth with each hungry suck, switching between them after.

"Fuck," Yujin curses under her breath, and she steals a wrist to bring your fingers to her mouth as your tongue gets busier. Almost like she's mirroring your motions, her own tongue extends, taking two digits inside to wrap around, lips going a bit wild as she begins to suck. And suck does she ever, almost matching the pace of your mouth, saliva covering your fingers in an instant. But that won't distract you, with your mouth hungrily licking down every bit of her breasts, detouring towards her abdomen.

"You taste so good, Yujin—god, your entire body tastes so fucking good—" you mutter in between, tracing your tongue slowly down her midriff, kissing along her abs, in between, over every little part until your mouth is right back where it all started.

"Then I guess I should get all sweaty more often," Yujin suggests, a smirk spreading on her lips that matches how her legs open right up.

But you're not quite ready to head between her thighs like usual, not having your fill of the rest of Yujin's body as you enjoy the view of her cunt, starved for attention.

No need to rush either. Your kisses resume down her thighs, each spot receiving just the right amount of your mouth, until you give all that attention to her pretty feet, lifting one of her ankles and laying a gentle kiss onto each.

"You keep this up and daddy might have to start calling me princess."

That makes you pause, eyes averting from her irresistible body to meet Yujin's mischievous, inviting eyes.

"Absolutely not," is the obvious response you can muster, but it only seems to entertain her more. "One spoiled brat in the house is bad enough."

"Aww, you love when I'm a brat, daddy," Yujin says, feigning disappointment. Her eyes give that little twinkle before her other foot reaches for your chest, teasingly stroking her toes over a nipple. "Fine, no princess. I'll be whatever you need me to be as long as you keep kissing every part of me just like this. Come on, get back to work, daddy."

Almost on auto-pilot you do, and the bliss gets etched on Yujin’s face right away as you admire this underappreciated part of her body. And this part is perfect like the rest of her, silky soft soles with these delicate high arches and pretty painted nails, black polish sparkling under the bright bathroom light. Everywhere you want to kiss, you do, each individual toe meeting your lips before you suck gently, one at a time, letting your wet saliva cover each before moving on.

"Feels so nice, daddy, just keep sucking my toes,” Yujin says, a heavy sigh escaping the entire time when you do exactly that.

She loves getting spoiled like this, and you love indulging her in it, the pleasure overtaking her features while you suck away on her pretty pedicured toes, slipping your tongue in the spaces between, not missing a chance to taste anything.

And you’re just getting started, only slipping her toes from between your lips to focus on her creamy soles, where they feel the softest. An absolute delight on their own, you're not leaving anything without proper attention, dragging your tongue across her arches, the ball of her foot, down to her heel and back up to repeat it all.

"Daddy's going crazy," Yujin groans when your saliva continues to spill from your mouth, dripping all across her feet like the delicacy they are. "Love seeing you like this—my toes in your mouth, salivating all over them…"

All the response you can offer is to take her big toe and slide it back between your lips, sucking with even more vigor, like you can’t ever get enough. Clearly, she’s enjoying all this worship, these content sighs when you turn this into a feast, both soles yours to inhale when they press deep against your face. You can hardly pick where to focus, soles side by side awaiting your tongue, those long, delicious toes needing your lips shortly after.

“Always so hungry for me—you could suck on my toes all day, couldn't you?" she asks, but you refuse to answer, devouring both soles at the same time with the rest of her toes within easy reach for take back in. To make matters worse, Yujin simply pushes one foot away to tease your cock through your sweatpants, until all that attention makes you swell through the fabric.

"Impatient little brat.”

"You say that like you're not dying to shove that thick cock straight up my asshole."

With a final, wet slurp, those pretty toes come sliding out from your hungry mouth, more kisses being pressed onto her soles before you eventually let up. Yujin doesn't hesitate as those slender fingers slip into your waistband right after, pulling your sweatpants off right alongside your underwear in one smooth motion to show just how desperate she is.

Nothing left between your aching shaft, a few needy strokes are all that’s necessary to bring you to full hardness, lips parted and eyes widened, even after countless times like this. "See? It's what you really want. Daddy can't get enough of this perfect cock inside my ass."

"Guess you got me there,” you say, almost in annoyance.

You don't bother waiting for another bratty reply, because Yujin knows right where you want her as she hops off the counter, pigtails bouncing freely when she faces away in front of this enormous bathroom mirror. She gets all in position, bending over nice and slow, angling her delicious bare ass as you try to find something useful—nearly knocking every bottle over when you spot the closest thing resembling lube.

A bottle of fancy massage oil is your best option for now, although you're left wondering why something like this is mixed in with the assortment of cosmetics. A question for later, when your mind is focused on this girl's plump cheeks that press up against you.

That's your cue to start pouring oil down to cover her round ass, the excess spilling onto her thighs while you rub it all in. Another generous squirt right above her lower back before your hands sink into those shapely cheeks, massaging the oil deeper in and getting everything nice and slick.

Yujin's more than relaxed while you turn this prep into an unplanned massage session, rubbing the oil all around the small of her back, down enough to coat her thighs, and then you're back up to knead her supple ass some more. She's glistening, that perfect ass so slippery wet when she grinds your throbbing cock sandwiched between her oily cheeks, an impatience tease in full effect.

"Your cock feels so fucking hard. Can't wait to have it stretching me open, god, daddy’s gonna feel so good stuffed inside my tight asshole."

You have to agree, but that doesn't mean you aren't going to enjoy your cock sliding between these glistening cheeks a little longer, because you can tease her just as much—

Especially with the way you grip her ass nice and firm, fingers digging into that inviting flesh. Your cock is already leaking, throbbing uncontrollably while you indulge, sliding up and down the curve of her ass when you inch a bit closer to that tight little hole with every movement.

Impatience from Yujin shows in the mirror, practically ready to beg the more your shaft slides between these cheeks. But you have to take your time and savor the view of this girl so close, bent over the counter with those insanely long legs spread, ass all oiled up and primed to be taken.

But Yujin, she grows tired of the tease, pulling those cheeks apart so you can see where you’re destined to go. Reaching back, she guides your slippery shaft where you need to be, where she needs it to be. "In me—put it in my ass right fucking now. Pound my asshole the way you always do, please, daddy, I need it—"

Not like you're going to tell her no. She's looking over her shoulder when your cock finally nudges inside that tightest opening, grabbing a hip before you slowly start to sink inside.

Fuck, she's tight, so incredibly tight, and it only gets better the more you watch that ass swallow your entire cock, not stopping until she's taken everything you can give. It's when your hips meet those oil-slicked cheeks that you really savor the moment, Yujin's gripping asshole hugging so tightly around your base, the heavenly warmth surrounding every inch.

"Love that dick in my ass, daddy. Right where you belong. Give me it, give me it all," she purrs, arching her back when you start pulling out, inch by slow inch, relishing the grip on your cock. The initial withdrawal is always the hardest, difficult to slip out the entire way—and then you’re right back in with one rough thrust, Yujin moaning so loud from taking it so deep with your hands tight on her wide hips.

You're happy to oblige her every whim, and you do so with this impossible grip on your cock that makes you throb like crazy when sliding back inside Yujin. Holding nothing back, all you can do is groan as she takes you all the way in, pounding faster within those bouncy cheeks with every powerful thrust. It’s hard to pinpoint your focus—whether on that tight ass swallowing you whole, or that pretty face moaning in the mirror when you keep pounding, that tight ass that jiggles so hypnotically with your hips.

"God, this fucking ass, Yujin. So tight, so fucking tight," you mutter, struggling to contain yourself while you ram your cock without pause, knowing full well how desperately Yujin wants this—needs this.

She keeps herself perfectly bent over while you pound away, using the grip on her hips to pull her right back onto your cock, fully hilted every single time.

"So good, so fucking good—" Yujin never stops moaning out her satisfaction, loud and proud when you bottom out, her entire body jolted from being fucked so deep. Every rough thrust gets her ass pushing right back into your hips, cheeks smacking deliciously loud, meeting your rhythm just perfectly. "Daddy's big cock inside my tight little asshole feels so fucking good, keep going, deeper, god, fuck me, fuck me—"

You're not letting up with how hard you're going—cock slamming in as hard as her tight hole will let you, not settling for anything less than being balls fucking deep. The way her oily cheeks bounce and smack up against your hips is all too intoxicating, even moreso when you hold onto them and guide yourself straight into her warm, welcoming asshole, before delivering her ass a powerful smack just to watch that flesh ripple from the impact.

“Fucking brat, always needing your ass pounded,” you growl, giving her cheeks the attention they so desperately crave.

She's groaning and whimpering so beautifully at how you're fucking her deep, clutching the counter with a white knuckle grip when you give her ass another harsh slap, one that echoes throughout the entire bathroom.

"Fuck, daddy, just like that. Spank my ass, smack it hard, fucking punish me—" It’s not what Yujin deserves, but you’ll give in for your own selfish needs regardless.

Making this ass so fucking red—to show who this delicious ass truly belongs to, that's the ultimate goal. Squeezing tight on each cheek, you smack it even harder, as your palm crashes down without pause to get the sting just right. She just whimpers, begging for more while you drill her asshole, one strike after the other, never hitting the same spot more than once.

"Fucking—"

You feel her ass tightening each time a spank connects, only urging you to hit that tender flesh harder, so loud and obscene the sound that echoes against the walls when you hammer into her at your hardest.

"Brat—"

The words sound different after each harsh, merciless strike, your hand marking every spot, all around her gorgeous ass to watch the redness grow. "Fucking spoiled little—"

There’s nothing but pleasure in her eyes as you catch the reflection, pounding into her ass with everything you've got, each thrust ending with a harsh slap to those wet cheeks—and still, she wants more. She gets so loud, those constant cries begging for you to never let up. You don’t dare even think about doing so, using all the strength you can muster to punish that ass how it deserves, a pretty shade of red that never fades, a hand relentless against her soft, bouncy cheeks,

She's so vocal, always encouraging more, demanding even. You can’t deny the pleasure in taking her like this, absolutely destroying her, cock filled to the hilt and slamming her into the counter. But it’s never enough, no, not for Yujin, the way she’s rubbing at her clit so greedily in between all this, just desperate for anything else you’ll give her.

So while you've got this beautiful view of her tight, flawless ass and perfect curves while you fuck her senseless, you take full advantage of that, getting a tight grip on her pigtails, yanking them back while burying your cock in deep.

It's everything. Pulling Yujin back with every harsh tug, her ass gets so unbelievably tight and warm wrapped around your stiff shaft, whenever you get as deep as you can fit. The harder you tug on those makeshift handles, the harder she loses control. The ragged moans, the broken curses, the desperate whimpers for more only encourage every moment of this.

"Daddy's big cock, so deep inside my asshole. Can't even handle it—you're fucking me so well, fucking my ass so hard I can't even think straight. I need this so fucking bad, daddy, fuck—“

God, the feeling is mutual.

Your thrusts pick up the pace, almost punishing as you keep this up, keep her ass stretched out on your cock. Yujin takes it all like it’s nothing, watching herself get fucked so hard and deep whenever you shove every last inch inside her greedy asshole. Each thrust forces her against the counter, fingernails scraping against the surface, breaths getting more uneven, uncoordinated while you pull her pigtails, not even caring about anything else.

"Don't stop, please don’t stop, daddy. My ass feels so good with your cock pounding it, so fucking full, god, please—fucking wreck my tight little asshole," she whimpers, somehow growing impossibly tighter.

She’s bent over at such a ridiculously obscene angle, and your throbbing cock buries so deep with your fingers tangled up in these cute pigtails, hips refusing to do anything but pound furiously. You can see that blissed-out expression whenever you look up, whenever you give a harsh little tug that sends Yujin reeling, tightening even more around you. There’s no better view than this, watching your shaft impale between these reddened cheeks, tits bouncing in the reflection, such a sinful body dripping with oil.

"You're so tight, Yujin, god, I love this ass, fuck—"

The urge to just absolutely destroy her hits strong, and she welcomes it in the way her snug little asshole clenches harder the longer you keep on ravishing her. You get such a forceful grip on both those pigtails and use them to guide Yujin back, slamming into her as deep as possible, the harsh slap of skin on skin almost deafening.

"Daddy's pounding me so hard, pulling my hair, fucking my asshole like it's a goddamn toy. Use me, use this greedy little anal slut. Fuck me, fuck me like this, fuck me until you need to cum—"

You're so caught up in pummeling Yujin's tight asshole that you hardly notice the wetness that suddenly gushes out between her legs, this intense mess between her legs and the bathroom tile.

That doesn't stop you though from giving your all and driving every inch in, even as her thighs quiver and her whole body shakes. These constant whimpers and cries for more only fuel the power in your hips. “Your tight asshole feels so damn good, squeezing me so fucking much, god—I love opening your ass up so fucking much.”

That’s when you get one more harsh tug on those pigtails before returning your hands to their rightful place on those wide hips, pounding into this little stretched hole like never before.

"Fuck—yes, daddy, oh my god, yes," she stammers through her heavy breaths, body nearly collapsing if not for you holding her hips tightly in place. She's a sticky mess, all this wetness spread across her thighs while you watch her lose it in the mirror, lips parted to voice how good you’re giving it to her.

You aren't letting up. No chance at this point when you're positioned so deep, slamming that tight hole and watching as her lips curl from each moan, the way she grips desperately on anything she can get her hands on, fingers latching onto nothing in the end. Her pigtails bounce with your rhythm, but all you can focus on is keeping your cock nestled so deep, grabbing Yujin tight and fucking her as roughly as she demands.

One more set of relentless slaps to that beautiful backside and you can't hold on any more—reaching the point where you've been fighting yourself, Yujin's ass so fucking good on your cock.

So close when you fuck her without mercy, with everything you have left, impaling her asshole the way she begs, pleads for more, keeping up this momentum until all the way to the finish line. And once your length slides out, you get a glimpse of your masterpiece: that tight, stretched open asshole, left gaping for a moment while you give yourself enough room.

Yujin is already positioning herself perfectly on her knees, head tilted back just right. She opens her mouth so eagerly, tongue out and waiting, licking at your balls to finish you off. "Need you to cum, need that hot fucking load. Make a mess all over me, cover me, paint my pretty fucking face—"

That's enough to get you far past the point of no return, Yujin looking so sinfully gorgeous, ready for her reward.

The last few strokes are when her tongue slides out a bit more, still lashing at your heavy sack while you pump yourself to completion. And her stunning face is more than enough motivation to finish, but the way her body looks, this deadly combination of sweat and massage oil, shimmering in the light in tandem with the seductive little look she throws—

"Yujin, fuck—"

You hardly have enough time to get the words out before you’re unloading all over her face. Hot cum leaves the tip of your cock in thick streaks, landing perfectly on one cheek, the next right into her hungry mouth, painting her tongue a creamy white.

She doesn't flinch or shy away, a pleased smile spreading across her lips while you coat them so thoroughly, two shots hitting her forehead and an extra thick one streaking on her nose. It's massive, a huge load that leaves Yujin absolutely dripping in cum, mouth open for you to cover the rest of her tongue while you jerk yourself furiously to finish, left in a hot, sticky mess once you've given her what she deserves.

"I look so pretty when daddy covers me with his cum, don’t I? Feels so warm, so thick…” Yujin can’t help but smile through her cum-stained features when the weight of your climax clings to her.

It leaves the slightest shudder across your body when her tongue slides back and forth, ensuring everything's licked clean. She seals her lips tight down to your base one last time, fingertips playing with your balls to make sure there’s nothing left to drain. Then she’s kissing your length, showing off how happy she is to be such a fucking mess, those lips coated thick in white cum on your swollen tip. "And so fucking delicious. I think I'm far too spoiled with your load, daddy."

"Pretty sure it's the other way around, with how good your ass felt," you tell her, still twitching every time her lips meet your sensitive cockhead, admiring just how beautiful she looks covered in you.

Yujin just runs her fingertips through the creamy strands that slowly drip, keeping eye contact while she brings them right to her lips, tongue out to have just one more taste.

"Poor Wonyoungie all left out—let me get a few pictures to send, then I'm all yours again," she promises, tapping a few buttons to send the shot she snaps, her screen showing just how much you decorated her pretty face. She tosses it aside, eager to pick right up where she left off, starting the running water for this massive bathtub the two of you can fit perfectly in that's going to feel so good.

✦ ✦

Fresh sheets, clean bodies, and then you're raiding the fridge for something to eat, wrapped up in comfy bathrobes. "Mint chocolate chip—or black cherry sorbet?” Yujin asks with the freezer door open wide, taking inventory to decide the winner.

"Princess won't be happy we ate the last mintcho, and you know she doesn't even care about the black cherry."

"We can't always make decisions based on what she prefers, that's how she ends up so spoiled."

"We?" you joke back, eyeing her from the side, making it all too obvious who the main culprit of the situation is.

"Yes—we," Yujin repeats with an accusing, yet playful tone, raising her brow. "As if you don't spoil her every chance you can get too, daddy. So don't even start."

Nothing can defend against that, or the way Yujin giggles, putting the tub of black cherry on the counter and shutting the freezer. "You must be forgetting how often I find her in your room, panties stuffed in her mouth with a vibrator against her cunt."

Yujin's cheeks get a touch redder when she digs out two spoons from the utensils drawer, handing one your way, twisting the ice cream lid off before sitting right down in your lap.

“Okay, fine—we're both guilty of spoiling the little brat."

Without any argument left, Yujin scoops a spoonful, scraping along the edge before she brings it to your mouth, kissing you right after. "Only because she'll be so insufferable if we don't, so we've picked our poison."

You can't exactly deny that, but that doesn't mean you have to like it, digging your own spoon into the tub of black cherry and enjoying a big bite.

"She'll survive without getting her way for one night."

"Don't be so sure. Ice cream is one thing," Yujin muses, already digging her spoon in again, taking a mouthful down without sharing this time. "But that cock of yours, she won't last ten minutes without it buried inside her, you know."

"That's what handcuffs are for," you laugh, thinking about how easy it would be, tying her limbs to the bedposts while Yujin takes whatever she wants from you.

"Don't be mean, daddy. Wonyoungie’s been good lately, let's not deprive her too much. Save the handcuffs for next time when you fuck her brains out after she gets back."

Again, she's not wrong—about any of it, but you don't have any more time to think about it when Yujin makes a show of licking her spoon clean, slow and suggestive with the tip sliding along her bottom lip. She isn't as subtle as she thinks, using a finger to dip into the tub before doing the same thing again, sliding that finger into her mouth to suck so lewdly.

"I'm not sure what tastes better right now: you or the sorbet. Both are so sweet, so sticky and creamy…"

"Yujin, please. Can I not eat ice cream without you being such a slut?"

"Hey—you like me being a slut. It's not my fault I can't stop thinking about licking this ice cream off your thick cock. Bet it would taste so fucking good."

"Think you need another shower. A cold one, without me this time," you say with a roll of your eyes, scooping up the last big bite of ice cream to finish it off.

"I think I need more dick," Yujin says back, so casually. She's even far less subtle when shifting her body, robe riding up along her thighs. "Ice cream, and then daddy's cream filling me up..."

You hardly have a response to something so shameless. No point even trying to, not when she's still at it, sliding a finger in whatever leftover melted ice cream is left inside the tub, then bringing it back to your lips to suck clean. And you do without hesitation, cleaning up the sweetness on her finger, taking the entire thing in between your lips—but then your teeth bite down firmly, hard enough for it to almost hurt.

"Now who's being a brat, daddy?" Yujin chuckles, withdrawing the digit so suddenly, taking the incentive to get off your lap and toss the container away.

“Learned from the best."

The fun moves to the couch with both of you horizontal in a tangle, Yujin on top in a lazy straddle. It's anything but innocent when her hands work beneath the fluffy bathrobe to feel up your chest, fingertips dancing along wherever she pleases while her lips stay locked on yours.

"Daddy looks so sexy in this robe—almost as much as when there's nothing covering you at all," Yujin murmurs, not afraid to leave a big lipstick stain on your cheek that she runs over with her thumb to smear. It's when she gets a bit adventurous, finding the belt to loosen it ever so slightly, wanting what's underneath. "Shame there's more covering you than there needs to…”

"Jesus, Yujin. How are you even more insatiable than usual?”

Yujin is nothing but smiles and giggles. "Do I need a reason? You love that about me, daddy. Don't act like you aren't the exact same. Besides—Wonyoung won't be home for a while, plenty more fun to get into while it's just us."

"Pounding your ass in the bathroom wasn't enough for you? And then a huge load all over your face?"

"Daddy, of course not. I thought that was obvious by now—one huge load in my hungry little pussy barely does anything to satisfy me," Yujin says so brazenly, the look on her face like she's offended for having to explain it.

"You're an absolute brat. What would you do without me?"

"Definitely not get fucked nearly as well. All the toys in the world couldn't compare to that amazing cock. None of them can cum inside me like you can, either."

"Is that all I'm good for? Filling you with my load? Nothing else?"

"Yep. Nothing else, daddy.”

She giggles with this wicked little grin that forms on her lips while she opens your robe wide, exposing all the skin she could hope for. A few bites along your chest, a couple playful little licks, then her hand slips lower. Grazing across your abs, she moves lower even until gets exactly what she wants—your cock wrapped up in her grip, stroking you nice and slow.

"God, daddy—just look at this perfect, thick cock, making me drool all over. Been inside me everywhere, in my mouth, filling my tight asshole, there's nowhere I haven't been stretched open by this."

"I think you're just as spoiled as our little princess. Maybe even worse."

"You're the same, daddy. Couldn't be happier to let me sit on your cock as much as I want. Always needing my mouth on you too, how many pairs of my panties have you ripped off me now? Some of those were my favorite, you know."

"Can you blame me for being impatient? When your body looks like this? When your pussy feels as amazing as yours does?"

"Guess we're both obsessed," Yujin says, extending her smile with her fist tightening around you while she pumps up and down, stroking faster. "All that time spent studying when daddy couldn't breed me... I know you enjoyed fucking Wonyoung all you wanted when I wasn't around. How many times did you pump her tight little cunt full of cum, or paint her pretty face?"

"Not enough," you say without hesitation. Yujin lets out this little huff in reply, tugging a few times hard to pull that extra grunt from your lips. "It's not as fun pounding her ass if you're not here for her to eat out at the same time."

"Fuck," Yujin whispers under her breath. "Nothing is better than that slut eating my pussy while you're destroying her ass. Watching you empty your balls inside that perfect, round little bubble butt and seeing how much cum I get to lick out of her gaping, creampied little asshole—“

"You're getting me so hard just thinking about it."

"Good, that's the point. Keep thinking about it. How she's on all fours, choking on your fat cock while I’m devouring your cum out of her ass.“

"Yujin—"

"Yes, daddy?"

"Get up here already. Need that fat fucking ass down on my face."

Yujin wastes no time, obeying with a grin spreading across her lips, so happy to oblige in an instant. Slowly, she removes her robe, one hand first loosening the belt around her waist, then a casual drop off her shoulders. All revealed in a single motion.

You don't move an inch while waiting with growing anticipation, and soon her back is to you, those deadly curves in plain view, ass hovering above, right where you need it so desperately. She only hesitates for a moment before lowering her plump cheeks down, with you pulling her hips the rest of the way. Then you have exactly what you crave, teasing that puckered hole with a quick flick of your tongue. "This ass, Yujin—this perfect fucking ass."

Not even a chance for any response as your tongue buries in that tight little hole, a low moan from Yujin quickly following suit. She grinds against your face to make your work a little easier, her warm, soft cheeks pressed down, taking full control so she can ride that hot breath.

“I think daddy’s more insatiable than any of us. Can’t go a day without having me sit on that cute face,” Yujin says, this sultry groan of satisfaction slipping between her lips the more you slide your tongue in. And you’re not going to deny any of that.

Your fingers dig into her soft cheeks when she's so perfectly at your mouth, tongue so deep inside the rim of her ass so you can swirl all along that sensitive hole, give whatever she craves. Her movements slow only for the second needed to grab your cock, aching and throbbing, fingers around your shaft with a firm grasp. She starts stroking you gently, using that same rhythm she's riding your face with.

“F-fuck, love that tongue, daddy,” she groans, and the faster Yujin pumps, the rougher you tongue that tight hole of hers, drinking in those heavenly sounds that escape. “Love when daddy eats my ass like this, when he gets all greedy…”

And the way she whimpers when you lick a little slower, more deliberately to tease your tongue across her puckered hole, gives you plenty of motivation to draw this all out. Yujin gets lost so easily in the pleasure when her entire body reacts, really trying her hardest to trap you beneath her ass.

"Just like that, don't fucking stop," she pleads, rocking harder onto your mouth when you burrow deep, and both her talented hands travel the full length of your dick, thumb circling the swollen tip, spreading precum everywhere. "How many times can I milk you today and have you still be rock fucking hard, daddy?"

"As many times as you fucking want," you mutter, tongue swirling faster, sliding up and down, and you can't even begin to contain how ravenous you are while she works your cock. One pump, another, your dick throbbing between her magical fingers. "Doesn't matter how many times if I can get my tongue deep in your pretty little asshole."

"Fuck, you're so obsessed, you know that, daddy? So obsessed," Yujin breathes out, strokes picking up a bit while getting a hand on your balls, cupping them, playing and tugging with them gently.

"Like you can talk—"

"At least I can admit I can't go a day without your dick inside me."

"Needy little slut."

"Says the one who needed to beg to get their tongue in my asshole,” Yujin says, all smug in tone. You’re not really in any position to argue when you have her sitting right on your face, your tongue buried between those cheeks. Regardless, it gets you exactly what you want—those sinful sounds, Yujin moaning, trembling atop your face so shamelessly.

"Don't hear you telling me to stop," you say between quick, short strokes of your tongue. Yujin only lets out a desperate little whimper of confirmation, tugging on your balls a bit firmer, playing with them so deliciously between her fingertips.

“Only because you’re f-fuck—so good at it.”

That's your cue to double your efforts, going in with everything you can. Your tongue laps at her saliva-drenched entrance, making her shudder so desperately with every swirl, yanking out all these moans with every flick.

Yujin doesn't have anything else to say, the silence broken only by a loud, satisfied moan whenever your tongue plunges deep, those delicious cheeks suffocating you when they crash down onto your face. She’s just falling apart by the second, hardly able to do much but play with your balls and tease a single finger up your shaft as she moans shamelessly, head hung back, hips rocking harder against your mouth.

"God, daddy, you’re so good—fuck, so good at this. Love how obsessed you are, so needy for me," she whines, eyes squeezed shut, just letting everything spill from her mouth. "But you're so hard now, that cock needs to be in me, I need it, fuck—"

Yujin pleads so sweetly, lifting up with only enough time to keep your tongue right on her the moment she moves. You watch the entire time she slides down your body, reaching the spot just above your hips where she ends up, ass in the air when she lines you up. "Daddy doesn’t need to do a thing. Let me fuck that perfect dick while you relax and enjoy my wet little cunt."

Hardly anything to complain about there. Yujin immediately squats down and reaches underneath to grab hold of your throbbing length, angling just right, teasing the tip up against her slick folds.

You let her handle the rest, and get two deep handfuls of that perfect fucking ass while she takes your entire length without struggle. These content sighs leave her throat the second you're balls deep, when your cock gets swallowed by that heavenly warmth. She's so tight no matter what entrance, lifting up that immaculate body, so she can sink back down entirely to the base and consume you in that wonderful, wet heat.

"Shit, Yujin, feels so good, so fucking good, god," you groan out, losing yourself in how tight her warm little cunt is, those wide hips already in motion. Her hands get a firm grip on your thighs, using them for support when she gets so deliciously deep off the bat, ass bouncing so perfectly for your own benefit.

“Needed this so bad," Yujin gasps, words pouring from her lips without even thinking. "This thick dick in me, pounding my needy little cunt. I’m obsessed, obsessed with your cock, just like you’re obsessed with my ass, my tight cunt—my pretty face that you love covering. How good is it, daddy?"

“So fucking good, Yujin—fuck, baby. Love watching you fuck me like a desperate little cock slut.” She picks up speed and looks over her shoulder, right into your eyes, mouth hanging open with these desperate little moans as your gaze travels down to those slick, pussy lips that grip so impossibly tight, demanding you stay inside.

"Like I could do anything but bounce on your thick fucking cock, god, I can’t get enough of feeling daddy so deep."

And this look she gets, this hunger that reflects in her eyes confirms it. The way Yujin rolls her hips, slamming so deep and sinking as far down as she possibly can—it all makes you throb so hard when she comes crashing down, hot flesh on hot flesh so goddamn loud. Her moans turn up a level when you palm those soft cheeks, slapping away when they bounce, digging your fingers deep into the flesh to get even more reactions out of her.

It's all so careless the way she rides your cock, and it doesn't take long before she's getting all sweaty again, perspiration that glistens on her lower back with how she fucks you harder, dropping those perfect, rippling cheeks all the way down. Another heavy slap to her ass makes her cunt tighten even more, and Yujin only impales herself harder, digging her nails into your thighs, a little pain only adding to the pleasure as your cock slides through that slippery heat.

"Gonna ride daddy until he fills me up, until those balls are so fucking empty. You're only allowed to breed me today—that little whore Wonyoung doesn't get anything.”

There's a hint of jealousy in her voice that’s mixed with her demands, like she's using your body to release the frustrations of how Wonyoung has been dominating your attention lately. And you're more than happy to comply. To enjoy the vigorous way Yujin impales herself on your cock, the way she can’t do anything but throw herself on you even harder, crashing down, thighs so obscenely spread out on either side to give the perfect view of every inch that gets buried inside.

"Fuck, can't get enough, can't ever get enough. Daddy’s cock is so perfect, gonna fuck you until I cum, until I cum so hard—and then you're gonna fill me, aren’t you? Fill my cunt so deep, you’re gonna breed me over and over,” Yujin says, like it’s your only purpose to do just that.

Her body is always in motion, the rhythm of her hips never one to yield for anything as Yujin rides you so hard you can hardly breathe. Left behind is a slick, dripping mess that leaks down your shaft when she lifts up, only to slam down hard as she can, balls deep, every last inch inside.

"Almost there, almost fucking there," Yujin gasps out, and so are you, that familiar swelling in your balls, ready to unload right after she does. "Shit, daddy, oh god, I'm gonna fucking—“

Her body finishes the rest of the sentence at the end of one satisfying bounce—and then she's clenching violently all around your shaft while she fucks herself right over the edge. She gushes with almost enough force to slip out, but her weight is pressed all the way down, thighs trembling, body shaking, moaning even louder when her orgasm tears through her entire body.

It hits hard—harder than it should with that pretty face twisted up in bliss. But Yujin keeps bouncing, the lewdest little noises spilling out so much like the slick that coats your shaft.

"Daddy, fuck, oh my god, daddy—" Yujin gasps out when she slams her hips down again and again, each bounce in your lap not letting up, her greedy cunt getting so unbearably tight around your cock.

Her walls continue clenching, almost begging for you to spill right then and there. She's slowing herself down just enough to let you savor how those swollen pussy lips spread around your length, how goddamn wet they've gotten, so eager to milk another load. Yujin rides it all out, these constant bounces that are anything but gentle, and then her hips lift up enough for you to slip out—

There's an emptiness in an instant, one that doesn’t last long when Yujin shifts her weight around to face you, all her arousal coating your aching length. She sits right back down, sinking back down with that insane grip before your next breath, your cock right back inside where it belongs.

"Need to see daddy’s face when he breeds me. Need that load pumped as far as it can go in my fucking cunt,” Yujin demands, and god, she looks like a beautiful mess, this strain in her voice that makes her sound so goddamn sexy. It only gets you closer to the edge, having that gaze locked on you while she rests her palms on your chest, hips picking right where they left off.

Then she's bouncing so quickly on your cock, riding with purpose, tits bouncing in sync as your cock has no choice but to submit to her body.

"Give it to me—give it all, daddy. Need to make your big cock explode inside my little pussy," Yujin says, breath hitching from how frantic she drives her hips down. "Need to milk all that fucking cum out, wanna feel it so fucking deep."

"Shit, Yujin, you're so—fuck," is all you can say, a mess of words just pouring out, because no matter how many times you fuck this cock hungry little brat, she still pulls all this out of you. "Addicted little fucking slut so greedy for my cum."

“Shut up and breed me, daddy. Breed this desperate fucking slut, please, let me have it, let me feel this thick fucking cock pumping everything in me, fuck—“

Despite her climax moments ago, Yujin doesn’t know the meaning of fatigue, and continues riding with fervor, focused so intently on milking your cock. You’re there just waiting for the inevitable, watching the sweat on her body, the bliss on her face when she lifts up before crashing back down. The hot sounds of your bodies colliding play on repeat, with Yujin so wet that your cock slips out by accident, meeting the chill of the air before it disappears all in a second into that heavenly warmth again.

"So fucking deep, daddy’s so, so deep, god," Yujin moans out between these frantic bounces that you can hardly keep up with. Nothing could stop how you throb, your cock swollen and aching and just there on the edge, so sensitive to every movement. "Nothing better than getting bred by daddy's big cock, nothing better but being a fucking cum dump—"

If that wasn't enough to do you in, it's the way Yujin leans in to lick the side of your neck, moaning right in your ear while your body starts to shudder. Then there's a delicate hand that reaches up and wraps around your throat, giving a firm squeeze—that definitely does the rest of the work.

It's enough to take you all the way. enough for you to let out a loud, guttural moan while your thick mess spills inside her cunt.

The second Yujin tightens her grip on your throat is what makes you empty like never before, flooding her womb with so, so much. You hold her wrist steady as her greedy cunt milks out everything you have—her hips roll a little more while the tightness from her velvety walls refuses to relent, every violent spurt hers to have.

"Fuck yes, god, just like that, daddy, breed me. Mmh, that's so much filling me up,” Yujin moans right beside your ear, that lustful gaze that keeps your pleasure flowing while all that thick, hot seed unloads without end. You only throb even harder with each clench, her warm cunt so desperate to wring you dry as you pump load after hot load into her.

You’ve never seen such a satisfied look on Yujin’s face, your balls more than empty, but she’s still bouncing on your cock, rocking those insane hips to do what she can to squeeze a little bit more out.

“God, Yujin... fucking brat always makes me cum so hard," you say with whatever leftover energy there is left. She’s smiling at that, knowing that everything inside her is all her doing. And even as the grip on your throat relaxes, her pussy isn’t done claiming what belongs to her, these tired little bounces finishing what she started.

You’re on the verge of collapse, when Yujin leans forward to press a gentle, grateful kiss against your lips. She gets her hands cupping your face as her hips begin to move again, a gradual rise of her ass that lets go inch by inch, until you eventually slip out, leaving your load to start leaking out from her well-fucked cunt.

"That's all inside me right now. Your thick load leaking from my fucking pussy looks so good, doesn’t it? Daddy did such a good job breeding me, nothing better than being pumped so full—“

Yujin is kissing you again, slower this time, taking the time to plant her lips on any part of your face she can get, the lingering bliss doing wonders for that beautiful glow on her face. She seems as spent as you are, but even then, there’s nothing to keep her still—nothing to stop her as she guides you back in without warning.

"Jesus, Yujin—" you hiss between gritted teeth when she rolls those fucking hips again, and that slippery, wet warmth returns, your cum acting almost like lube as it mixes in with her juices. Yujin sinks back down on every sensitive inch without pause, forcing out an aching throb and that look on her face gets even more devilish. "God, you're gonna kill me, brat."

"My cum-hungry pussy isn't done just yet, daddy. I can keep going—" But you can’t. And Yujin knows the way she mercilessly bucks her hips with one quick roll, one rough motion that squeezes you from base to tip. "Daddy said I was addicted, so he’s not wrong. My poor little pussy just can’t get enough of being full of that thick fucking cum.”

Your cock can hardly take any more, not that she would ever have it any other way. “Yujin, p-please—“

"Daddy can't be too sensitive to keep fucking this little cunt. Need those balls to fill up again so I can empty them, so I can see that face again when you breed me one more time, “ Yujin says, not letting up, driving that perfect, dripping cunt all the way down your length.

"F-fucking brat, too goddamn much, too, ah—"

All this strain is right in your voice, but all Yujin does is respond with another sinister laugh before slamming that ass down hard in your lap. And with ease, she does it again, sliding off your cock just to slam back in, eager to draw every bit of sensitivity out as possible.

“Is Yujinnie being too needy for daddy's poor, sensitive cock again? Not my fault this tight pussy gets so desperate to empty those big, heavy balls, just so I can get all that cum inside me…” And to emphasize her point, she squeezes with every word, a fucking vice grip that draws out this broken, pitiful little moan from your throat. "Such an unbearable little slut that I have to beg daddy to use me over and over again."

There's a kiss on your lips that can only be described as indulgent, that takes your mind off how her pussy wants to force another load from you. But in that same moment, her hips start to ease up, the overwhelming stimulation just that tiny bit more bearable.

"Poor daddy. Fine, maybe I'll just stay here with you nice and deep inside me. At least until you're ready to fill me again," Yujin says as she nuzzles her face right up against the side of your neck. And you’ve never been so relieved when her hips finally stop moving. Her hot breath lingers on your skin as you find yourself losing the battle with exhaustion. But then—

"Are you two really fucking without me?" Wonyoung comes back at the worst time, because the second she takes a single step in the door, she gets an eyeful of this entire scene laid out in front of her, where she's barely had time to put the plethora of bags from shopping down.

"You were gone like—a million hours, and we both got a little too needy. Besides, you've been using him nonstop since finals week."

"Hey, that's not true," Wonyoung whines as she saunters over, looking at the current state of how things are and plops down on the couch cushions. "You were busy and daddy wasn't. He didn’t want you to be disturbed, so he fucked me in places you weren't—the parking garage, the dressing room at my favorite store, the campus bathrooms, this little conference room where he pounded me against the window..."

"A conference room? Like one of those with glass walls? How did you even think of that place?"

"It was in that weird old building that nobody uses anymore—but that doesn't matter. There's also the ice cream parlor where he came on my face in the bathroom."

And while she continues, the list seems to just go on and on, places and situations that seem almost unrealistic were it not for the fact you were right there at every moment.

"The place where you always get brain freeze but refuse to admit it? That place?" Yujin asks and shakes her head, like it's a completely normal conversation to have while you're still buried inside.

"I don't get—yes, that place! We went there right after. And daddy held me against the sink and fucked my brains out again. I almost had to walk out of there with cum all over my face because the sink was broken and they were all out of paper towels."

"There was literally a sign that said out of order. It's your fault for ignoring it."

Yujin can't help but laugh. "Idiot."

"I saw it! And it didn't mean I couldn't use it, okay?"

"It's in the name, princess. Out of order. Literally says not working. Literally."

"How was I-I thought it meant the toilets didn't flush or the sinks would drip or something. Not that I can't fucking come in and get bent over and fucked."

Yujin really laughs this time—this audible laugh at the absurdity, like she can't believe how ridiculous the exchange is as Wonyoung sits here all pouty, explaining herself. "There's this thing called common sense. Try using that next time."

"Fuck you, don't be so—" Wonyoung inhales deeply. "What makes you think that's even on my mind when daddy's face is right between my thighs, huh?"

"Of course not. Our princess wouldn't want to hurt her pretty, precious head thinking," Yujin fires back.

Wonyoung just ignores her and moves on, standing up with her arms crossed. "So now that you're both done and you've ruined the couch again, that means daddy is available again, right?"

"Who said we're done? And the couch isn't even that bad. Don't act like you haven't squirted all over daddy's face on this exact piece of furniture, slut."

"Hey—I, look it's not my fault he makes me cum so fucking hard I practically flood his stupid mouth when he tongues my asshole," Wonyoung protests.

Utterly ridiculous, this exchange. Yujin can't even begin to cover her amusement and giggles while shaking her head again.

"So, like I was saying, do I get daddy now, or not?"

Yujin just looks in your direction, like you have any answer for that question, your body not even able to move the slightest right now. "I think daddy needs to rest for a while before either of us drains his balls again."

Wonyoung clearly doesn’t like that answer, another pout extending on her lips. "Waited all this time to jump on his dick, and it's already fucking spent."

"Let him recharge, you greedy whore," Yujin grins, with a lift of her hips, this empty feeling returning so quickly, almost having gotten used to having your cock deep inside her. "If you're that desperate to get filled, I can go get the strap, the one that shoots loads of fake cum."

"As if that's even the same—ugh, fine," Wonyoung scoffs. "But you're letting me ride your face first. Then we'll see about putting that dumb toy in my ass."

"Fine by me, slut," Yujin responds, clearly thrilled by the notion, a wider grin showing. "Come join us whenever, daddy. We'll be in the room with the brat screaming."

That's when Wonyoung forgets about the bags left on the floor, tugging her dress up over her head to toss it away as she follows a naked Yujin who already disappears into the hallway.

You just relax back, alone for now. Maybe you'll join them later. For now, rest, recover a little. Maybe a lot—knowing exactly what you’ll walk into with these two, you're gonna need it.

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moonstruckme · 1 day ago

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remus one shot where he can’t stop blushing around the reader because he has a huge crush on her and sirius and james are like dude please ask her out already?? 🙈

cw: the trials and tribulations of a restaurant job, semi-confident reader (or at least she can withstand Sirius' flirting, which I couldn't), James and Sirius' shameless wingmanning

shy!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

The cafe is crammed. You’ve almost tripped over two kids already whose parents let them run loose, you did let a glass slip from your tray when a customer stuck his leg out into the walkway without looking, and you’ve quickly reached the conclusion that today was definitely the wrong day to break in your new work shoes. You’re on your last straw at only ten in the morning, but your pasted-on smile becomes twice as genuine when you see a table of your favorite regulars.

“Hi,” you say warmly, clicking your pen and readying it above your pad. “How are we doing today?”

You’re greeted with two dazzling grins from one side of the booth and a shyer smile from the other.

“Y/n,” says Sirius, in his suave, flirtatious way (you’ve learned not to take it personally), “you’re looking stunning.”

You know your hair is suffering from the weather outside and there’s orange juice down the front of your apron, but you smile at him anyway. “Thank you, so are you.”

“How’s your morning going?” James asks. These boys are never ones to skip over pleasantries to get to their meal, and while with other tables you might try to hurry them along, you never mind in this case. Today especially, you welcome the break.

“Oh, it’s going,” you try to joke, looking pointedly down at your orange juice stain. “Could be worse.”

He makes a face. “Yikes.”

“It’s fine,” you say breezily. “What can I get you?”

You look to James, because really he’s the only one you ever need to ask. The other two are fairly consistent, but James seems inclined to try something new every time he comes in.

He doesn’t disappoint now, locking eyes with you seriously over the top of his menu. “How is your butterfly lemonade? No—actually, what is your butterfly lemonade?”

“It’s…” You bite your lip, thinking. Sirius snickers, and when you look he seems to be sharing in some joke with Remus’, whose cheeks have gone a tad pink. “I’m not sure, honestly, but it’s sweet. I think you’d like it.”

“That, then.” James slaps down his menu decisively.

“Right.” You write it down. “And then, a caramel latte and a tea?” You look to Sirius and Remus for confirmation.

The former shoots you a grin you take as a yes, while the latter nods and says quietly, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” You soften your smile for Remus. You adore all of these boys, but you have a bit of a tender spot for him. Remus is by far the quietest of his friends, though really just as friendly when he does talk. It’s terribly endearing.

You click your pen again. “Okay, back soon!”

The boys’ table remains a bright spot in your morning for as long as they’re there. Their antics you’re rather used to—the flirting, and the pranks, and the teasing way both James and Sirius poke at Remus while his blush worsens and worsens—but it surprises a laugh out of you when you joke that you’ll have to spit in Remus’ food if he orders the brioche (which infamously holds up the kitchen every time) and Sirius snorts doubt he’d mind before yelping and jumping in his seat. By the time you’re bringing them their ticket, the cafe has reached its late morning lull and your day is remarkably brighter than it started off.

You seem to be interrupting some sort of debate when you approach their table, Remus leaning forward to whisper across the booth before he catches sight of you and sits back. The tops of his cheekbones are tinged pink. Sirius, on the other hand, is grinning wickedly, whereas James looks mostly exasperated.

“Thank you,” James says kindly, taking the ticket from you. Remus starts rifling through his pockets for cash, but Sirius only looks at you as though sizing you up.

“Y/n,” he starts to say, ignoring how Remus’ eyes narrow in his direction, “are you seeing anyone at the moment?”

You feel your eyebrows lift. “Not currently, no.”

“But why not?” He affects a look of puzzled contemplation, propping his chin on his hand. “You’re a pretty girl. Are you not looking to date?”

You shrug, fighting the urge to cross your arms defensively. It’s not that you’ve never gotten these sorts of personal questions from customers before, but you weren’t expecting them from this table; you thought you knew better than to take Sirius’ flirting seriously. “Nothing has come up lately, I guess.”

“Do you fancy men?”

“Sirius,” Remus hisses. “Leave her alone.”

“What?” Sirius spreads his hands, guileless. “None of us would care if you didn’t, lovely—well, some might care, but no one would hold it against you—” He yelps for the second time today, this time shooting a glare at his friend across the booth. “Anyway, you don’t have to say if you aren’t comfortable.”

You’re laughing a bit now, half nervously. “No, that’s okay. I do, yeah.”

“Interesting.” James sets down the ticket. It seems you have his full attention now. “And what do you think of our Remus?”

Remus makes a horrified sputtering sound, and you turn to find him looking at James in betrayal. He’s pink to the tips of his ears.

You can’t help a small smile as you catch on. “I think he seems very sweet.”

“Mm, well spotted.” James nods, tenting his hands like a man at a business meeting.

“Yes, very good taste,” Sirius agrees.

“He’s a dateable bloke, no?” James asks you. He jolts in his seat a little, but doesn’t yelp like Sirius had. Remus appears caught between wanting to hide his face in his hands and wanting to burn his friends to cinders with his gaze. He’ll be lucky, you think amusedly, if he doesn’t burn himself up first. The hue of his blush is only getting deeper.

“He is,” you agree. You look at Remus again. This time, he meets your eyes, his look softening.

“I’m so sorry,” he says miserably.

Your grin spreads. “No, don’t be.”

“So would you like to date him?” James furthers.

Remus does put his head in his hands now, letting out a muffled groan. “James.”

“What? Clearly you aren’t going to do it yourself, and I am sick of trying to eat my breakfast whilst you moon over—” He jumps in his seat again, and goes quiet, reaching down to rub at his leg. You tuck your lips in to hide a smile.

“I’m just going to take this,” you say, reaching for the customer copy of their receipt. You bend over, scrawling your number down on the signature line. “And if anyone has more questions for me later, they can give me a ring. Okay?”

You look at Remus. He looks nauseous and stop-sign red, but he manages to give you a small smile. “Alright,” he says, tentatively.

“Perfect. Bye, boys.” You shoot them a wave as you go to your next table. You hope Remus sees how your smile is really only for him.

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thejujvtsupost · 2 days ago

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It’s Always Been You

🍎F!reader, pet names: (pip/squeak, my girl, sweetheart,) suggestive but not smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief miscommunication and lots of groveling but it works out.🍎

Notes: I struggle with editing. This is totally separate from canon bc I’m heartbroken. It’s also my first lads fic, I’ll ALWAYS be a Sylus girlie but Caleb broke my brain for a minute 😭

Caleb joining the DAA wasn’t the problem at hand…No, it was the fact that you were going to be separated. Spending his last night before he leaves wrapped around each other like you always did when things were tough was the best comfort you could get.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, do you really have to go?” This was going to be the longest you’ve ever been apart since you were kids, and even worse, he wasn’t allowed to have his phone.

This wasn’t any easier on him but he couldn’t just back out. “I’ll be home before you know it, don’t worry too much.” Caleb brushed the hair from your eyes and held you closer, “plus, you get to have six months free of my constant nagging.”

That was absolutely the wrong thing to say, the tears you were holding back finally fell. Your hands that were originally wrapped around his waist were now at his chest, between your bodies and fisted tightly in his shirt. “But I love you and your nagging!” You inhaled like you were suffocating. Perhaps you were, under the weight of his impending absence.

“Shh I know, I love you and being a pain in your ass.” That earned him a wet chuckle. “I swear, as soon as I’m home I’ll fulfill my promise and I won’t leave your side. You’ll never have to worry again, about anything.” A soft kiss to your temple solidified his vow.

It took you a few long moments before you were able to get in a proper breath and process what he said. “You made a promise?”

“Don’t remember? Hm that won’t do. Think back to when you were 18, and that boy you had a crush on rejected you and broke your heart.”

“I’d prefer not to remember that, actually.”

“But remember after? When you still hadn’t come home by dinner and I found you alone at the park?” Large hands ran down the length of your back to help soothe you while he spoke.

You’re still lost but it’s coming back to you. Confessing to your crush in the park was supposed to be perfect— except he not only rejected you, but he made fun of you. You could respect rejection, but the way he humiliated you and made a scene wasn’t something you wanted to think about. “That day was awful.”

“You were so upset. I wanted to beat him to a pulp but you didn’t want to be alone. Remember what I told you? The pinky promise we made? It’s only been four years you know, I’d hope your memory isn’t that bad yet.”

The moment flooded you then with a gasp, ‘You’ll never be alone as long as I live sweetheart, and when it’s time, when I finally graduate and become a pilot, I swear I’ll marry you myself to prove it.’ And at the time it made you giggle, because surely he was just joking to cheer you up, right? “You meant it?”

Caleb chuckled and lifted your chin to look at you directly, “of course I did, it’s always been you and me. Don’t you know that?”

A fresh wave of tears formed as you surged forward to meet his lips with yours- and stopped out of embarrassment before you could make contact. “Sorry, I didn’t- I think I’m just being emotional—”

But the space between you closed once again and before you could overthink it, Caleb was kissing you the way he’s wanted to for years. His lips were all consuming and tender. His palm cupped your face like it was glass and you couldn’t resist running your fingers through his hair. Kissing Caleb felt like home, like everything was right.

He tried to break away to bring you both air but you refused to let him, instead pulling him closer and closer until he was on top of you, spreading your legs to accommodate his size. “Slow- slow down, you still need oxygen.” You shook when he started dragging his kisses down your throat, letting out soft moans when gentle sucks were left behind.

“C-Caleb…”

He pulled back and grew tense as if he was afraid he scared you away, “what’s wrong, you tired?” He was trying to give you an out if you wanted it.

You were certain your cheeks were flushed, you shook your head. “I want… more…”

Caleb groaned and buried his face in your neck “you’re killing me, Pip.”

Had you said something wrong? “Sorry- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable… I’ll just-” you loosened your arms from around him, thinking you somehow embarrassed yourself yet again.

He stopped you. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. You’re killing me because you have no idea how badly I want you; how long I’ve wanted you.”

“Really?” Having someone like Caleb love you was the best feeling, but him being attracted to you left you wanting him even more.

Deciding to just show you, he ground his hips into yours. And god, it felt good against you. Just that little bit of contact felt better than anything you ever achieved on your own. “You’re-” hard went unsaid. He grunted when you spread your legs wider for him. “Yeah, I am. And if you want me, then you have me. But you can’t take it back, so if you’re not ready for that commitment…”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“This really isn’t the time for that—”

“Shut up, it’s important.” He sighed and let you continue. Your arms dropped from his neck to hold his face in your hands, brushing the stray hairs from his face. “That guy I had a crush on? I only liked him so much because he reminded me of you. So I’m yours, too. If you want me, then you can take me.”

Words were lost on him so actions took hold, “are you sure?” His kisses resumed their path after meeting your lips, the room grew hotter with each new brush against your skin.

“I trust you, Caleb,” you had no idea your neck was so sensitive, your gasps talking for you. “but I should let you know I’ve never done this before.”

“I’d kill anyone who ever touched you if you had”

“Isn’t that hypocritical? Should I hunt down your past lovers?” You worked his shirt over his head, the dog tag necklace you gave him mere hours ago dangled in front of your face.

He chuckled and discarded your top, your sleep shorts were next. “It’s funny how you think I’d ever want someone that isn’t you.” His revelation hit you full force: he loves you so deeply, there’s truly no doubt to have. “I’d never do this with anyone else.”

Two things happened that night: your bond was solidified, and unbeknownst to you, a life was created

The goodbye was brutal the next day, already missing him terribly before night fell again.

You managed to fall into a routine, though. You would go to work, occasionally spend time with friends— Tara spent the night with you at least once a week to keep your mind off of things; and the days she didn’t you laid in bed desperately wishing he would be by your side.

Your routine was solid, until a month into your separation when you were sick almost every single day. You were fed up by the time a week passed and the day after that you made your way to visit Zayne- who congratulated you because in his words, ‘he and his wife were expecting as well, perhaps they’ll be friends, too.’ Finding out you were pregnant without Caleb with you was difficult, there wasn’t a way to reach him and share the news.

But you weren’t alone anymore. You spent the time you felt lonely talking to your baby now, who definitely couldn’t hear you yet but that didn’t matter. You were kept company with a perfect blend of you and your Caleb.

According to the official statement released last week Caleb would be home any time today, any minute, any second.

The anticipation left butterflies in your tummy, your baby moving with your nerves. It didn’t occur to you that he might not be happy to be a father, that you might’ve been presumptuous that he’d be ready to care for another life so soon.

And when the door flew open, as much as you wanted to jump into his arms (carefully, of course,) you held your breath and waited for him to notice. And of course, because he was your Caleb, it was right away. His happiness and relief fell away to shock and— was that anger? You didn’t expect anger…

“Welcome home, I—”

“Who else has been here?”

“What? I mean Tara has been keeping me company a few times a week but that’s it.”

“What man has been in our home, pipsqueak.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, just a demand. He’s never been so terse with you…

His tone made you anxious, “No one, other than Zayne and his wife for dinner occasionally— Caleb what are you talking about?”

Caleb dropped his bag on the floor with a thud, still not moving from his spot. “I’m talking about the fact that I came home after six months and you didn’t seem to miss me at all, nothing like the way I missed you. How else would you be pregnant? So who is he? Someone from the Hunters Association?”

Oh… he thought… “Oh my god how could you think- I’d never cheat on you Caleb— EVER how could you even think—”

“Well, I certainly couldn’t have knocked you up in the time I’ve been away.”

A knife cut through you at his words, the accusation, the betrayal of thinking you’d ever be with anyone else. And how vulgar it was… Did your first time mean so little? Was it something he just wanted to get out of the way before he left? A sob escaped you, tears spilled over. “You’re an asshole, Caleb.”

His eyes went wide, “I’m the asshole here?”

“Yes! You’re a fucking asshole! I expected you to be shocked but accusing me of cheating on you? Thinking that night was nothing? That’s low. I can’t believe you!”

“That night means everything to me!”

“Ask me how far along I am! Go on, fucking ask!”

That stopped him short, “you mean?”

“SIX MONTHS!” Standing there while he dropped to his knees was barely satisfying. “God I can’t stand you right now! You must’ve lost your damn mind and all your common sense!”

His silence was angering you further, stomping off to the kitchen for a drink of water and trying to calm down was a better use of your time; crying from this much stress wasn’t good for you.

Once he gathered himself he followed you, “Sweetheart… you’re telling me that night…”

“Finally used your brain, did you?”

“I’m so, god I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” His hand reached out to bring you in for a hug but you denied him.

“Do. Not. Touch me.” His audacity made you seethe. No way were you going to give in so easily no matter how much you desired to be in his embrace and reassured.

“Sweetheart—”

“You’re sleeping on the couch. We can decide what to do later.”

His emotions began to overflow, the guilt crushing him; the ring in his pocket practically burning into his flesh. “Decide what?”

“Decide if I should even let you stay.” Your throat felt tight but you continued to hold your sobs back. “Your dinner is in the oven by the way, it’s your favorite so I suggest you don’t let it burn.”

A few hours rolled around before he couldn’t hold himself back anymore hearing your sniffles. You hadn’t eaten dinner, who knows if you had any water, and no matter how (rightfully) mad you were, you still needed to eat.

Grabbing a few of your favorite snacks with a glass of juice instead of the untouched dinner he put in the fridge was his safest option, unsure if seeing the meal would upset you further.

“Pip squeak? I know you’re awake.” Crouching by your side of the bed and setting the snacks on the nightstand, “please talk to me?”

“Go away.”

“You know I can’t do that, you have to eat something.”

You poked your head from the blanket, “oh so you care now that you know it’s yours?”

The jab was deserved but it still earned a wince. “I’d still care even if they weren’t.”

“How noble of you. Sticking around to raise a kid that’s not yours before I even have a ring.”

“Who said I didn’t have a ring?” This time you accepted the comfort of his hand brushing your hair behind your ear and gently cupping your cheek.

Curiosity was a bitch, but you weren’t ready to forgive him yet. “You were really mean.”

“I know, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. So sorry. I can’t imagine you being with anyone else but I didn’t expect to come home to a family either— and I’m beyond happy to be a dad. It’s not an excuse though, never okay to talk to you like that.”

A few leftover sniffles came before he pulled a tissue from the box on your nightstand, opting to dry your tears himself. “Blow,” He said, holding the tissue to help you blow your nose; then offering you the straw of the juice so you could hydrate.

“I missed you so much, I thought you’d still be happy to see me.”

“I’m over the moon, actually. But I hurt my girl, gotta make things right. Think you can forgive me? I’ll earn it forever.”

“Caleb if you ever, I mean ever, speak to me like that again I won’t hesitate to let you talk to the front door. You’ll be out.”

“I’ll cut my tongue out myself.”

“So dramatic as always.” You rolled your eyes, “you mentioned a ring?”

A smile lifted the corner of his mouth, “there’s my girl. You sure you still want it? Or should I earn it first?” He dug into his pants pocket to show you anyway.

“It wouldn’t hurt your efforts.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle fully before presenting the velvet box to you, “I’m pretty close to the ground but if you sit up for me I’ll get on one knee.”

Sitting up to stretch was good for your back anyway, “I think I’ve waited long enough.”

The velvet box opened and your jaw dropped, “picked it out in Skyhaven. Gideon and I helped the elderly owner of a small shop with some boxes he was struggling with in front of his door. Knew it was perfect right away, gorgeous and one of a kind like you.”

“You’re ridiculous, but I love it.” He slid it on your finger and sealed it with a kiss, and you fell into his arms like you’ve wanted to for the last six months.

Pulling away after many minutes of hugs, ‘I love you’s’ and kisses wasn’t welcomed by you. “Now, how ‘bout some dinner? I don’t think snacks are enough, they were backup. Gotta keep you healthy.”

“Did you like it?”

You were pulled to your feet and carried out of the room. “Didn’t eat without you, sweetheart. Having dinner without you and the baby felt empty.”

“Good. You can reheat it then.” You waited for the perfect moment to drop your bombshell, which happened to be when he was carrying a full glass pitcher of water for the table. “We’re having a daughter, by the way.”

The pitcher fell so fast his evol barely managed to catch it before glass hit the ground. It left you feeling smug.

You couldn’t help but cackle at his shocked spluttering, “A WHAT?”

I’m so flattered, I’ve never had so many people interested or had a taglist this long: @pixelcafe-network @kentochronicles @sashisuslover @lunia-likes-pomegranet @elli4ever @mysssticc @kaemaybae @kamisatoaiko @midiplier @jamseashell @llamabois @boba14 @crimsonspring @angrychinchillanoises @ali-shiii @kazbae95 @ifistoptherain @c-I-stinnett @nephelesthoughts @etherealzi @jjoppees @keithkoganeirl

All divider credits to me @thecutestgrotto

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ateezscupid · 2 days ago

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─── FEB FILTH FEST: Call Out My Name - DOM & SUB ♡

SUMMARY / You woke up needy, and Hongjoong helped.

warnings ✩ PORN LINK, SMUT, DOM/SUB dynamics, soft!dom hongjoong, fem!reader, sub!reader, vanilla sex, daddy kink, praise, not really ddlg (the lg part weirds me out) so it's kind of just dd, oral (f), unprotected sex

word count ✩ 1,95k

tags ✩@desirehorizon @tangerineastronaut @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

NOTE !! None!

"Harder…" you mumble in your sleep, your fists clenched tightly under the blankets. The room is silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. It's 8 AM, but the curtains are drawn, keeping the light at bay.

You whimper, your body jerking itself awake. You looked around and scoot closer to Hongjoong, feeling embarrassed for disturbing him. The digital clock beside the bed glows 8:03 AM, the red digits pulsing steadily like a silent alarm. The room is small, cluttered with the remnants of last night's study session: textbooks, empty cups of coffee, and crumpled papers litter the floor and desk. The air is stale, a testament to the lack of open windows and fresh air.

"Joong…" you shook him a bit. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up with a start, scanning the room with a wild gaze. Recognizing the safety of his own space, he relaxed slightly.

"You okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

You shook your head, pushing the covers off of you and crawling on top of you. "No," you tugged at your shirt. "I need you…"

Hongjoong's eyes softened, and he reached out to pull you closer into his arms. "Yeah? How bad?" His question was gentle, his voice a soothing balm to your ringing head.

"Really bad," you tugged at your shirt. "P-Please. Just….u-use your mouth or something." You felt your cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. You had never been this vulnerable with him before.

"Aw, is my baby needy?" he teased, trying to ease the tension, but the tremble in your voice didn't go unnoticed. He could feel the urgency in your touch. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, giving you access to his bare chest. "Do whatever you need to feel better," he said, his eyes searching yours for reassurance that this was really what you wanted.

"N-No, I need-" you tear your shirt off. "I need this." The fabric was sticky with cold sweat and it was suffocating you.

"Yeah?" he runs his fingers up and down your waist. "Okay… lay down."

You nod and plop onto the other side of the bed, laying on your back, the cool air from the air conditioner a welcome relief on your bare skin. Hongjoong sits up, the sheets falling away from his chest as he hovers over you, spreading your legs.

He pulled your pajama shorts down to your thighs, exposing your most intimate parts to the coolness of the room. His warm breath tickled your skin as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your left thigh. You felt a shiver run up your spine, the anticipation building like a crescendo in a symphony. The touch was light and feathery, his tongue tracing patterns that made you squirm with pleasure. He moved closer, his nose brushing against your core, and you could feel the heat from his breath.

"Joongie~," you mewl as his mouth finds the right spot, his tongue swirling and pressing down, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His eyes meet yours, filled with hunger and affection as he continues to explore your wetness with tender strokes. Your back arches off the bed, pushing your pelvis closer to his face, desperately seeking more.

"R-Right there, right there-" you run your fingers through his hair, guiding him as his mouth works its magic. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure through your core, making it impossible to hold back the moans that spill from your lips. He hums in response, the vibrations adding another layer to the sensations.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Hongjoong's tongue moved in a steady rhythm, lapping up your wetness as if he was afraid he might miss a single drop. His eyes never left yours, and you could see the determination in them to bring you to climax.

"R-Right TH--FUCK!" You cry out. "D-Don't stop!"

Hongjoong smirks, the vibration from his voice adding to the pleasure. He knows exactly what you need. He flattens his tongue and presses it firmly against your clit, the pressure and speed increasing as you get closer to the peak of pleasure. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging gently as your body tenses. You're panting now, each breath shallower than the last.

"H-Hongjoong!" you moan, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure intensifies. Your legs quiver and tighten around his neck as you feel yourself approaching the brink of your climax. His tongue never falters, lapping at you with an urgency that matches the racing of your heart. You can feel your muscles tense up, the heat within you building like a volcano ready to erupt.

With a final, desperate push, you come apart in his mouth, your body spasming as the orgasm washes over you. The room fades away, leaving only the sensation of his tongue and the sound of your own cries of pleasure. He continues to lick and suck gently, riding out the waves with you until they subside, leaving you trembling and breathless on the bed.

When you open your eyes again, the room is a hazy blur of shadows and early morning light. Hongjoong wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face. "Feel better?" he asks, his voice low and smoky.

"Mhm…" you mumble, your voice a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion as your body relaxes into the mattress. You can feel your heart rate slowly returning to normal, the throb between your legs echoing the beat of your pulse.

Hongjoong pushed his boxers down a bit, just enough for his cock to come out. It was hard, standing tall and demanding attention. You could see the precum glistening at the tip, a testament to his own need. "Now, let me take care of this," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he positioned himself between your legs.

He gently pushed your legs further apart, and you felt the tip of his erection brush against your sensitive skin. Your breath hitched, the remnants of your orgasm still pulsing through your body as you anticipate his next move. With a firm grip on his shaft, he guided it to your entrance, pausing for a moment to appreciate the view. Your eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of lust and love as he pushed inside you.

"You feel that?" he whispered, his voice a seductive purr as he began to rock his hips, his cock inching deeper into you. The sensation was exquisite, filling you up completely, stretching you around him. You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your eyes fluttering shut as he claimed you with a gentle but firm strokes.

"Spread your legs a little more for me, pretty girl," Hongjoong instructed, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You obeyed, opening yourself up to him completely, and he took full advantage of the invitation. With a gentle push, he sank deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you with a slick sound that filled the room.

His movements grew more deliberate, his hips rolling into yours in a slow, steady rhythm that had you squirming with pleasure. The friction was perfect, his length hitting all the right spots and sending sparks of pleasure through your body with every thrust. You could feel yourself clenching around him, trying to hold onto the feeling of fullness as he began to quicken his pace.

"Joong…" you moaned, your hips rising to meet his, eager for more. His eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction, his own need growing with every whimper and gasp you made. He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue delving into your mouth as his cock drove deeper into you. The kiss was as passionate as it was possessive, a silent declaration of his love and desire.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he groaned against your lips, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bit down gently, claiming it as his own. Your hands gripped the bedsheets, your nails digging into the fabric as you tried to hold on to the sensations threatening to overwhelm you.

His rhythm grew faster, his cock pistoning in and out of you with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure through your core, and your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. You could feel the tension building again, your body begging for release.

"F-Faster," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. The words seemed to spur Hongjoong on, his hips snapping against yours with a newfound fervor. The slap of skin on skin filled the air, punctuating the quietude of the early morning. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh my god," you shudder, nails digging into the pillow under your head. You pull it over your face and close your thighs, trying to muffle the sounds escaping you. His chuckle is muffled by your skin, sending vibrations through your core.

"It's okay, baby. I got you," he grabs your hips, not stopping his pace, his movements becoming more demanding. You can feel his muscles tensing, his breaths growing more ragged. The bed creaks under the weight of your passionate dance, the sound only adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Cmon, give it to me baby," he moans, your voice muffled by the pillow as your body arches off the bed. The pleasure is unbearable, a sweet agony that has you writhing under him. He's so deep inside you, filling you up in a way that nothing else ever could. Your toes curl, your nails dig into the mattress as he hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"D-Daddy, I-I'm-"

"Let it out, baby," he growled, his own need clear in his voice. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them apart wider as he drove into you with a ferocity that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body trembling and shaking with the force of it. Your muffled screams filled the room, the pillow doing little to hide the raw passion of the moment.

As the intensity of your climax began to subside, you felt him tense above you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes searched yours, looking for permission, for the green light to let go of his own control. You nodded, your body still pulsing with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured before pulling the pillow from your face and capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded yours, mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he thrust into you one last time, his cock swelling and spilling his hot seed deep within your quivering walls. The feeling of him filling you up was almost too much to handle, but it only served to heighten the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When he finally pulled out, you felt empty and exposed, your body still sensitive from the intense pleasure. He leaned over to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as his hand found your clit, sending a jolt through your system. "You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his voice hoarse with his own release.

"T-Thank you…" you managed to murmur, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. Hongjoong pulled out of you gently, his cock leaving you with a feeling of emptiness that was almost painful. He collapsed beside you, his chest heaving with exertion, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"Let's go clean you up."

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mameillieureennemie · 1 day ago

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i had been thinking about this all day at work.

fwb!vi x f!reader - 1

summary: looks say far more than words can.

when you and vi first started this arrangement, the way she looked at you was different.

it was a look of hunger; a look that a mountain lion would possess as it laid its eyes on an innocent lamb. to say she wanted to eat you was too kind—she wanted to devour you, tear into your flesh with sharp, and wet her gullet with your blood.

it was possession that drove her to throw you on the bed before mounting you. the desperate urge to keep as she swallowed you whole, bones and all, until there was nothing left of you.

that was months ago, when the arrangement was still fresh. when you firmly stated that this was nothing but downright filthy sex, and vi agreed.

but everything has changed.

vi doesn't look at you the same.

except she does, but it's worse somehow.

while she still pins you down with that gaze of raw possession, it's...softened.

no longer is it harsh and jagged, slicing through your flesh with serrated edges. now, it cradles you, like gentle hands holding the delicate body of a baby bird. cautious, easy...

fond.

it terrifies you.

vi's nestled in the cradle of your thighs, hiding her face in the plush of your stomach. her arms are locked around your waist, tight and assured, and she's humming a tune. it's muffled, but it's familiar; a song that she lets loose when she's happy.

when she's happy with you.

there's a heavy rock in your stomach, pulling you down towards the ground. it may drag you through the earth, suffocating you in the terrifying heat of the earth's mantle. maybe the heat will kill you first, but you'll be killed nonetheless.

this is what your fear feels like. this is what you were afraid of.

vi's shifting on your lap momentarily draws you away from your inevitable breakdown. she's now lying on her back, baring her face back to the world—back to you.

the smile on her face is tender; it's what some might even call loving. the rock in your stomach gains five pounds, nausea pooling at the back of your throat.

no.

"hey, pretty girl," vi murmurs, low and slow, as if those words are her secrets. "what's going on in that head of yours?"

the words sit at the tip of your tongue, scrambling for freedom. they seep into your taste buds, leaving behind the most sour of tastes.

we need to stop this, is what yells to be said. we said no feelings. this was supposed to be about sex and nothing else. so why does it feel like you're in love with me?

why does it feel like i'm in love with you, too?

"nothing," you say instead, mimicking the low and slow, like you're also telling secrets. "just wondering about what i should do tonight."

you stress the i a little too harshly, but vi doesn't notice. or maybe she does and refuses to care. maybe she's acting on her own will, doing what feels right by her standards.

which is unfair; she isn't allowed to do this to you.

"well, if you don't anything in mind," vi says easily. "we could go catch a movie or something? maybe go and grab something to eat from jericho's?" the way she says we is too simple, as if it's always been we and not you and her.

you stare down at her for a moment, really take her in. the slope of her nose, the scar on her upper lip. the soft pinks of her cheeks, and her eyes. wide and power blue and far too expressive of their own good because she's looking at you with that look again.

that look that means way too much.

when you open your mouth, all that falls out is a lie.

"actually, i have to wake up early in the morning." you lie through your teeth because you need to get away from this—from her.

the look in vi's eyes changes, slips into something foreign; something unknown. you've never seen this look before, but you can't find it in yourself to worry about it.

when vi leaves, she presses a lingering kiss upon your lips. her hands grasp at you a bit too tightly, as if feeling you for the last time. then she's gone without a word, and a part of you wonders what that could have meant.

but as the weeks go by and vi goes unheard of, you suddenly realise on a deathly cold morning.

vi was saying goodbye.

#vi x reader #vi x you #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane #kismet writes ☆~#fwb!vi #hahaha my apologies for the angst

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sordidmusings · 2 days ago

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Between Two Points - Ace

Art from the doujinshi Torch by NINEKOKS

Summary: You and Ace have had a ✨thing✨for a good while now so sharing a bed wasn’t strange for you. It was, however, absolutely tormenting Ace, who couldn’t keep his mind from every time you’ve touched. You wake up to find him wanting. You thought you could keep things quick and fun but they just keep on escalating. Especially when he begs to be inside you for the first time.

A/N: oh how Ace has haunted me, especially while writing this lol he’s one of my top favs so brain said we extra need to do him justice 👏 pretty happy with the smut but I’m most happy with the ending scene - I wanted it to be sweet and silly and so very Ace. Part of the Between Two Points series!

Warnings: nsfw, Implications of inexperience (Ace), first time together, sleepy sex (at first lol), subby Ace, he begs and thanks you like a lot, he calls you “pretty” as a pet name, praise kink both ways, emotionally fragile Ace, I didn’t mean for that to come out but he demands it, I just wanna shower him in love and validation until he Understands, until then he gets some pussy, multiple orgasms (for both yayyyyy), overstimulation on Ace, probably cumflation, definitely my obsession with men fighting not to cum, you make him suck the mess off your fingers, aftercare, silly banter to soothe the soul, fem!reader - kept it basically gn but then an old lady joke called to me at the end whoops

Word Count: 10.2k

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“If you see your daydreams in me, they'll not lack

What's been weighted in me, I'll make you quake with reason

I can feel your knees sinking into the bed

Searching in my dark eyes to break what’s been said

There’s a wake of grace, hunting your soreness down

There's a light in my skin that's been dimmed

I'mma dig you up and give you what I took

Pull you up and tuck you in and make you look

I'ma smooth your shoulders down and calm what's shook

It was all forlorn, if only for a season

Watching me is like watching a fire take your eyes from you”

“Can something like this be pulled

From under our feet?

Leaving our skin

And burning coals to meet

Tell me now

The shortest distance

Between two points

Is the line

From me to you”

~ ~ ~ ••• ✦✦✦ ••• ~ ~ ~

Ace still can’t believe you’re in the same bed. Every step into intimacy he’s taken with you leaves him shocked and stumbling. He’ll keep tripping after you forever though because, gods, it’s you. You’ve done a hundred and one things to impress him in emergency and battle, to take his breath away with how you decorate yourself, to make him and others watch on in awe at your skills. Though, all of that pales in comparison to the simple act of you being you. You, who wormed your way into his mind with your quirks and open-minded talks. You, who could light up his body with a simple look, a tender touch, a loving smile. You, who took hold of his heart with your patient kindness and understanding.

You, who is currently keeping him up with the delicious turmoil of holding you so close.

This is the first time you’ve slept in the same bed. Now, you’ve done plenty of other things together, so Ace hadn’t thought that it would be such a big deal. When it hit him that he was really going to be falling asleep cuddled up to you, something so affectionate and domestic, his heart pumped an extra hard beat to wash tingles under his skin. He had thought the flush of excitement would peter off into comfort and contentment. To be fair, a part of it did. The problem is that the other part began incessantly bombarding him with thoughts of everything you could be doing in the bed besides sleeping.

His past experience with you is only making it harder where he thought it would ease his nerves at being close. The sweet or heated kisses you’d grab him to steal only make his lips lonely at their memory. The spark in your eyes as your kisses move southward haunts him and keeps his dick twitching pathetically against your thigh. The echoes of times he got to be the one with his head between your legs, smothering himself in the heady taste and smell of you, has him biting back whimpers. Fuck, he’s aching and flushed and desperate and all you’re doing is sleeping in his arms. He feels guilt creep in.

This should be enough. He shouldn’t be laying here wishing for more of you while you’re already so sweetly snuggling into his chest, offering him trust and affection. Holding you while you’re at your most vulnerable should sate him. Feeling how soft and warm you are with your weight sinking the two of you together should ease him to rest. Yet his mind keeps reminding him of the last time your weight was pressing on him, leaving him equal parts wound up and embarrassed.

As usual, you had been tapped right into when he needed you to escalate things but felt he didn’t have the right to ask. All day he’d been hovering around you, a hand always on arm or shoulder and eyes always ready to jump to you. He was chasing at your heels when you waved for him to follow you so you could settle him with some attention. He was pawing at you the moment your lips touched, moaning at the first rub of tongues, grinding right when you pressed deeper into him.

Soon he was on the floor with you on his lap, your palms pressing your weight into his heaving chest and your hips working him over. He flushed an even deeper shade of pink when you told him how pretty he looks. The thought of it has his cock jumping even now, and he struggles to keep from grinding up into your lower stomach. He can feel a hint of your mound at the base of his cock, begging him to press harder to tease himself with your plush heat and the firmness of your pelvis underneath. Knowing your clit was hiding right there against him - in easy reach for him to make you squirm with pleasure, make such pretty pretty noises, think of nothing else but how good he’s making you feel - chips away at his resolve.

The memory continues with the feeling of his fingers sinking into the meat of your hips, caught between pulling you faster and shoving you off because he felt all too close to his end for a grown man who hasn’t even gotten his pants off yet. You were even still fully clothed but didn’t seem to pay that any mind as you circled and ground yourself on the hard cock trapped in his pants. Even with the layers, he felt how hot your cunt was getting, burning even more against him than your mouth when it took to painting a path through his freckles from cheeks to chest. When you took breaks to grind slowly over him, he felt the little moment where your hips slid before your clothes followed, delayed by you slipping through your own wetness first. His eyes rolled back at the fact that using him got you soaked and that out of everyone you chose him to sit your drooling pussy on.

With that thought and his grinds chasing you back, he felt his balls pull taught and his cock pound dangerously.

No, fuck, he hasn’t even made you cum - his clothes, fuck, he’s still in his clothes you, can’t see him cum in his pants like some pathetic boy, no nonono-

“Please,” Ace gasped out, using all his will power to still his hips and keep them pressed to the ground, “I’m- I’m too- please -hhah- you’re just so- fuck! Please, baby.” He was panting the words between moans, trying to find enough strength to hold your hips still. “Just s-slow down, I’m -nnnngh-” You just smiled devilishly down at him and kept picking up the pace. He grit his teeth and arched his head back, “I’m so fucking close- ah!”

He hides his face in the pillows and your hair even as the praises you had showered him in echo in his ears while he holds your sleeping body. His own painfully awake body shivers while he thinks of how hard he came, how each pump had felt like overwhelming bliss trapped against your heat and to the tune of your voice. It has him grinding against you before he can even think and sighing out in relief at a little bit of the touch he needs.

“Ace?”

Your sleepy mumble makes him freeze, every muscle taught like he grabbed a live wire.

“Why are you awake, honey?” The genuine concern in your sleep-thick voice only makes him feel worse. You try to lift your face from his chest, but a hand on the back of your head traps you there. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” he swallows, hoping to trap the stutter back down. “Don’t worry - go back to sleep.”

He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head and scratches your scalp to try and settle you. It works for a moment and he relishes in the feel of your body relaxing back against him. That is, until you shift to the side and snuggle deeper. Your thigh brushes his obvious hard on and you both tense. He panics when he feels your eyelashes tickle his chest, letting him know your eyes flew open wide.

“Oh.”

Yeah, oh, he thinks miserably. He’s confused when he feels you smile against his skin.

“Ace, honey, are you enjoying sleeping with me?” Even with the sleepy tone, you manage to get a lot of smug teasing in your voice.

“Yes?” That wasn’t meant to be a question.

“You sure?” you prod. “You seem awful tense.”

You emphasize the last word with a firm press and rub of your thigh against his aching erection. His whole body shivers and a high sigh escapes him. His hands grasp you at hip and shoulder and he’s struck with the déjà vu of not knowing whether to drag you closer or make you stop.

You’re having no such struggle, happy to find him a wanting mess. You’ll never get over seeing the confident and playful air he parades around with slipping off to reveal something fragile and seeking when you touch him. Sure, he won you initially with that part of him, charming you to his side like every other moth drawn to his inherent light, trapping you there with all the others under his protection and love. Knowing what pieces can lie under that blaze only makes the show more fun to watch. Knowing someone so powerful, so magnetic, feels the same way for you? Shows you places they’re scared to let others see? It’s your greatest rush and most cherished responsibility.

“You’re perfect, honey,” you praise. He just barely bites back a whimper. “Did you know I was dreaming about you?”

“You were?” Ace sounds much more disbelieving than you’d like.

“Mhmm, I do it often.” Your voice softens with honesty. “You’re always on my mind.”

There’s a slight tremble to Ace’s hold on you. He wants to say something, anything, but his throat has closed too tight for words to pass.

“I can prove it to you,” the flirtatious heat to your voice eases the fragile vulnerability away. Ace is yet again thankful for your sixth sense when it comes to his needs. Your thigh creeping its way over his leg and hips helps distract him from the pressure behind his eyes. You settle your leg when it’s resting centered on his sensitive head. The weight of your soft thigh easing down on him forces a shaky “hh-ah!” from him and he feels his face flush in embarrassment and need. You reward the sound with a kiss to his pec.

“Well?” you whisper. “Are you gonna check?”

“Huh?” Ace’s blood is all in the wrong head for him to understand anything but praise and orders. You giggle at him and it makes his dick jump against your thigh.

Taking mercy on him, you grab the hand that’s planted on your hip. Slowly, you lead it to the swell of your ass and press his large hand to grip at you. He does so eagerly, playing with the pliant flesh filling his warm hold. Your sleep shorts are thin, letting him feel you easily despite the barrier. He can’t resist the instinct to pull and spread you open. You hum happily at the feeling, arching into it. Ace blows out a tense breath, bedding his cheek into the top of your head and canting his hips up ever so slightly.

“So good, sweetheart,” you sigh. He squeezes down and turns his face to find comfort in the smell of your hair. “Let me show you.”

You urge his hand a little lower, right to the hem of your shorts. You only stop when his fingertips slip under and tickle the skin right beside the swell of your lips. You want him to decide this on his own. He teases the elastic for a moment before trailing the pad of his finger over your underwear right where the seam of your pussy is, starting from your entrance up to your clit and back. Another content hum leaves you, encouraging him, and he swivels his hand to cup your heat. He shivers at the hot breath curling over his chest, and his head swirls happily when you arch your hips up to push your cunt deeper into his palm.

This time it’s your own hand gripping your ass to spread you open for him. You arch and nudge into his hold more, unintentionally grinding over his cock in your writhing. His fingers twitch, teasing your clit, sparking it to life and leaving you wanting. He’s having trouble keeping himself tempered instead of writhing when he can feel the dampness of your underwear and how they slide messily between his palm and your pussy. He wants it coating his fingers, smeared on his lips, maybe one day he can feel it soaking his cock-

“Touch me,” you whine impatiently.

Hasty fingers push under the band of your underwear and slip between your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Ace moans. His voice is low in his chest but softened by his breathlessness. He takes his time petting around your entrance and enjoying the feeling of your lips slipping to encase his fingers when he flattens them out to reach your clit.

“Told you I was dreaming about you,” you mumble happily. Even though your body is heated and tingling, you’ve still got the weight of sleep pulling at you, leaving you in a content mix of dreaminess and pleasure. You relax further into Ace, happy to let him touch you as he likes in that tentative, worshipping way of his. It’s that endearing contrast to the brash and confident way he presents himself and fights. He always starts touching you like it’s an honor he doesn’t deserve, something he needs to take slowly lest he scare you off or never get the chance again. Even though you love the treatment, it breaks your heart that he thinks he’s so below you as to not deserve to touch you, let alone receive your affection.

The tip of a finger presses at your entrance, just enough to have the pad sink in. You swivel your hips to urge him further and moan when he listens to your plea. Ace moans with you, always amazed at your tight heat. It welcomes him easily despite gripping down snugly on his skin. He pulls his digit out with a curl, shivering when your muscles clamp back against him. You sigh his name in that dreamy way that makes him feel special, and he can’t help but add another finger and sink them in deep. Even though he’s in to the last knuckle, you shove your face down into his chest and your ass into the air to try and suck him in deeper. He rewards you by petting at your walls, drawing more pleasurable twitches from your cunt.

“More,” you whine. It’s half demand and half complaint and all turning his brain to mush. How quickly you are winding into desperation is only making his own need grow. He needs to hear more from you, he needs you to fix the burning under his skin, he needs fuck himself into a place so deep in you that you can never be rid of him.

“Need to be inside you,” Ace groans before he can think about the words. “Please, pretty baby, you feel too good-” he swallows thickly when you hungrily grind back onto his massaging fingers, “fuck -hah- need to know-” he can’t finish his sentence because you’ve snuck your hand down to palm his erection and stroke him in time with your thrusting hips.

“Think you’re ready to fuck me?” you ask. You meant to check in and make sure he was emotionally ready, but your breaths rushing out of you made it sound harsh.

“Please,” he begs, voice broken, holding you tight with his free hand, “I’ll make you feel so good- promise, promise.”

“I’m just worried-”

“It’ll be okay,” he promises immediately, “just a quick feel, you don’t even have to let me fuck you- just gotta feel you on my cock at least once.” He tries to win your favor by using his free hand to tease your clit.

“Ace,” you gasp. It’s hard to slow him down when he’s winding your body up so well. With a quick jerk, he shifts you up his body, giving him better leverage to work you on his fingers. It lands your face in the pillow next to his and he takes the opportunity to suck open mouthed kisses across your neck. You mean to talk to him and get a hold on how frantic he’s getting, but all you can do is let out muffled moans into soft cotton.

“I’ll be good,” Ace whispers against the shell of your ear. His breath is hot and humid and gets you one step closer to an orgasm lighting you on fire. “I’ll make you cum until you can’t worry anymore.” The fingers tweaking your clit and prodding your firming walls give weight to his promise. Your hips are already starting to stiffen and twitch with the oncoming climax. “I’ll keep begging, I’ll worship you, anything you want, just, fuck-” his voice breaks before he can stop it. “Please let me feel you.”

Ace feels like he can’t get enough air; he won’t be able to breathe if you pull away - he’s sure he’ll suffocate without you. His whole body is pulsing and alive with urgency, not just the cock straining against his pants. The only thing that’s keeping him grounded is you. Your pretty moans slipping out, half-covered by the pillow. Your searching hands, grasping and working his body over in search of something to hold on to. Your chest blanketing his own, ebbing and flowing in waves with your heavy breathing pressing into him. Most of all, the slick, plush grip of your cunt around his fingers, singing to him in little wet slaps every time it welcomes his fingers back home.

“Ace, I’m-” you turn your head towards him so he can hear and find him already looking at you. His flush is deep enough to try and hide his freckles and his pupils are blown enough to turn his brown eyes black. His slack jaw lets your breaths mingle. The pressure of his fingers on your clit increases just the slightest bit, but it’s just right to get your body to clamp down and not let go. “I’m so close, gonna cum, please, love-” Ace sobs out a moan at the new pet name and presses the fingers inside you even more insistently “ahhn! Don’t stop, don’t stop, gonna-”

You suck in a greedy breath and it’s trapped in your lungs as your body starts to seize up. The hit of pleasure has you curling as close as you can into Ace, needing to clutch him when the first wave crests heavily. His fingers follow you when you squirm to center fully on top of him, soothing you through the ride with gentle pumps into your twitching walls. You breathe again after a moment, letting out a flurry of praise into Ace’s shoulder. The little shakes of your hips make you rub against his trapped cock and his eyes roll back against his wish to keep watching you.

The way your pussy clamps down on his fingers is absolute torture. Pressed so close with his eyes shut, he can almost imagine the rhythmic waves of your spasming cunt milking him while he fucks you full of cum. It has him panting along beside you like he was the one who just came.

You’re easing down from your high, swollen walls settled along his now unmoving fingers. The sound of your panting settles with you and the room starts to still into a cozy calmness. Your muscles feel liquid and uncooperative as you try to adjust into a comfier position. The movement yet again rubs you against Ace and he whimpers at the heavy gush of precum it pulls from him.

With a pained sound, Ace wiggles the hand that had been toying with your clit out from under your hips and past his sensitive cock to draw shapes on your back. The action brings the smell of sex closer up to his face and he can’t help but groan. Fuck, he doesn’t want to push you or bother you, but the high of seeing you cum has passed and left him even more wanting.

“Pretty?” Ace starts softly. He kisses at your temple and you hum in reply. “...please?”

You hum again, only half hearing him between the orgasm taking the wind out of your sails and that wind having only been a small gust in the first place given it was somewhere around the witching hour.

“I still need you,” he urges, pressing his hips up gently for some miniscule relief and to make you understand. He’s scalding hot below you and throbbing into your lower stomach and it starts to bring you some clarity.

“While I’d love to continue, I’m tired,” you sigh. Before he can apologize or take it the wrong way, you continue. “Normally that wouldn’t really be a problem, but I want to be bright eyed and bushy tailed the first time I fuck you.” Even with the casual way you’re talking, Ace sighs happily and pulls you tighter at the idea. Before you can think about how you’re about to contradict your words, your mouth moves and you’re back to riling him. “I’ve thought of our first time together a lot, and I’m going to treat you to much more than some sleepy sex.” He shivers and moves back to mouthing at your neck at the promise. “I want you sitting pretty under me while I show you everything I can do to you.”

“But I’m under you now,” Ace argues.

“You are, and you’re doing so good at the looking pretty thing too,” you sigh in mock defeat. You feel him smile against your neck, both from the praise and from gaining some ground. Gotta get that idea back out of his head. “I don’t wanna leave you hanging, but I want to do more for you the first time you’re inside me.”

Ace doesn’t share that worry. He’s more worried about using his free hand to start guiding your hips in slow circles to feel the motion around the fingers still sitting inside you. It also teases his still leaking cock and makes it painfully easy to imagine the sensation blending so his cock feels the circles and the grip of your cunt. It flutters on his digits and he flexes his hand to feel the twitching muscles better, putting pressure towards your lower stomach. You keen at the burn it sets in your nerves, arching against his hand to feel more. Shoved so snuggly into your body, Ace’s fingers pick up the thump of your racing heart beating behind the walls of your pussy. He’s never needed anything more than he needs to feel it tapping against the racing pulse of his own heart pulsing through his cock.

“Please, pretty, please please ple-hease” he begs again, beyond reason. “What if- what if we don’t fuck? What if you just let me inside you to keep me warm?”

The idea is quite tempting. You kiss at the side of his face, giving yourself time to enjoy the fantasy of cockwarming him. It’s one you’ve come back to many times in your daydreams of him. Still, you want to fuck the sanity out of him the first time he’s inside you.

“Ace, no-”

“Just the tip.” The words are rushed and breathless and broken. “What if it’s just the tip?”

You realize there’s no reasoning with him and you’re losing the want to try. It’s not like you haven’t been wanting to fuck him since lust rode in on the coattails of “wow he’s pretty and so sweet”. He’s not the only one hiding insecurities though, and you frequently fear that if you don’t keep up the trend of blowing his mind with all the physical stuff then he’ll get bored of you. You can’t accept your first time together being anything less than perfect; the very idea fills you with dread, so much so that the potent temptation of Ace writhing and begging and even just his fingers making you feel so fucking good hasn’t shaken it off you.

“I can’t-” Ace swallows hard, “I can’t just keep dreaming about it, please, fuck, pretty, I need you.”

You believe him. You’ve never heard him so lost before in all your times fooling around. He’s prone to his tongue loosening the longer you touch and this is far from the first time he’s pleaded with you, but this felt different. There’s a frantic undertone to his voice and the words spilling from his lips. There’s truth to the emotion turning his grasp into a delicious mix of powerful and trembling. There’s no arguing with the twitching length grinding into your lower stomach - no way you can deny how hard he feels or the heat of it burning against you even through your clothes. It’s enough to make you lose yourself to the thought of getting to clamp down around his firm cock while the length finds places to toy with much deeper than you can reach. You can tell from the shape against you his width would press back at every nerve you’ve got, waking them up and making them sing.

You come back to reality when he sneaks in a deep thrust of his fingers. The wet sound makes him moan, and the responding clench turns it into a deep, throaty “fuck”. His head flies back as he arches and grinds. You look up from the pillow and see his pretty black waves piling next to the sharp cut of his jaw. The bob of his throat as he swallows matches the jump of his cock. You feel every detail of it and notice he’s leaked enough to soak through his shorts and your shirt, leaving a sticky spot against your skin.

“You make me feel so good,” Ace moans. “I can make you feel good too.”

The fact that he thinks he needs to convince you of that even with his fingers stuffed in you, held tight with how your cunt’s swelled from pleasure, proves he’s very far from rational thought.

“You did,” you promise with a sweet kiss to his neck. “Now it’s your turn.” His head shoots up to give you a hopeful look. “You’ve cum from less, isn’t this enough?” You swirl your hips down against him to illustrate your point.

“It’s not about cumming,” he grumbles, suddenly sounding a bit more coherent and honestly a bit offended. “I wanna be closer.”

That throws you so off guard you just spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

“We could take off our clothes?”

Ace doesn’t give you time to take it back, his hands flying from you and already shoving his shorts down his thighs. He sighs in relief when his cock springs free, and nudges his head into yours mindlessly in relieved affection. Too impatient to finish the task, he stops pushing his shorts while they’re halfway down to instead get his hands under your shirt. You go to finish what he started but get distracted taking handfuls of his waist and thighs. When you thumb at the descending line of his adonis belt, Ace can do nothing but press into your touch, even pausing his mission to get under your clothes.

You lay yourself back on Ace, now trapping his dick between his twitching abs and the soft skin of your stomach and the tease of trimmed hair on your mound. Somewhere in his brain he thinks he should be ashamed of how he’s an absolute mess from something so simple as feeling your skin on his cock. At the moment, the shame is overshadowed by sheer need and awe. This is you - he’s dreamed of this, agonized over it, sat drowning in a mind and body desperate to find a way to get you to look at him, let alone touch him. Even when you started pulling him with you for teasing tastes on top of your shared missions together, all the time between had them feeling fake. Getting to have you feels so foreign and unattainable that his brain writes it off as false memories when you aren’t in his hands.

And that’s why he holds you all the more tightly when you’re in reach. He needs you cemented in his grip and sunk into every sense so you’re all he knows. No questions, no doubts, no loneliness, no hollowness, just the comfort of you. He gets his lips back on yours before he breaks.

You hook your thumbs into your shorts and underwear but it’s not quick enough for Ace. He grabs them in a tight fistful and yanks. Your spread thighs keep them from getting lower than the end of your ass and Ace whines into your mouth. Trying not to break the kiss, you lean onto your right leg and try to work the other out of your clothing. It’s a clumsy and messy affair, each of you using a hand to tug at the garments while the other is busy trying to feel and hold as much of each other as possible. You lean back to look and finally get the damn thing off and Ace chases you the whole way. Between the hot slide of tongue, the nipping on lips, and the dancing rolls of kiss and grind you manage to get your left leg completely free of clothing.

“Fuck, pretty, how -hhh-ah!- do you do that?” Ace moans breathlessly after you set your hips back on him.

“Do what?” You’re moving your clit up and down his shaft in torturously slow grinds, mind fuzzed with the feeling of your wetness making you glide so smoothly on him.

“Make me -mmnngh!- fuck-” You circle your clit around his sensitive head, turning his speech into a few heaving breaths and groans. “Make me forget everything.”

Your lips are back on his in a rush, too fast for you to get out all the loving words living in you. First it’s as insistent and firm as your hips are working him over. After a long minute though, he’s lost too much breath to do much more than pant and hump into you in a desperate chase to feel more and more. You begin laying quick kisses to his cheek and land one in the shape of a smile on the corner of his open mouth. You feel it curl up under the press of your lips.

“You m-make me happy,” Ace admits, a twinge of nerves managing to show through all the arousal in his voice. You bump your nose to his gently.

“You’re my happiness, Ace.”

He whines and screws his eyes shut even more tightly. You feel his cock throb heavily against you. Taking advantage, you change to little circles against him and feel the pressure of it tease at your clit and entrance. A hand snakes into your hair and grips, holding you steady to press your foreheads together. His eyes crack open to search yours for lies. Even in the rush of your grinding bodies, the eye contact is still and sturdy as steel.

“You can’t just say that,” Ace breathes.

You feel how close he is, even harder than before and thrusts getting stilted in an attempt not to cum. You set on that singlemindedly, needing to hear his breathy broken moans, feel him squirm and jerk, shove him straight into a headspace empty of all but bliss. You get your own hand in his hair and tug, earning a moan and more pleads. Busying your mouth with his neck, you begin sliding along his whole length at a quick pace. The burn in your thighs is nothing compared to the pressure building between your hips, getting tighter and brighter with every swipe.

“No, holy shit, so close, s’close -hah hahngg-“ Ace starts babbling, “wanna cum in you, I’ll do anything, I’ll -mnnngh- anything please, fuck, too good, so fucking wet, so -fuck- can’t, please no, no ‘m gonna cum-“

You suck and teethe at the sensitive spot behind his ear and twist your grip in his hair, sure that would throw him over. Instead he lunges forward to sink his teeth into your shoulder and his hands clamp onto your hips to hold them perfectly still. You’re reminded of the power in the man who falls apart for you. It makes you clench and gush against him with a throaty moan. He holds on for dear life through it, tensing and throbbing and leaking and just barely managing to hold off his orgasm.

Once he’s sure he’s relatively safe, he lets go of your shoulder and begins kissing over the slight indents. The gentle touch feels electric on the tender skin. He continues to hold your hips prisoner, imobile against his own. After some deep breaths he pulls back to look at you.

“I don’t want it to ever stop,” his eyes are shiny and his lips tremble, but not as much as his words. “Please.” That commanding grip lightens. He slides his hands so he can massage his thumbs into the creases where your thighs meet your hips, sending sparks under your skin. “Just a little of you.”

Your resolve finally breaks and you agree. “Just the tip.”

“Thank you,” Ace rushes out. “Remind me to take you out and spoil you.”

You huff out a laugh even though you’re pretty sure he’s serious.

“As if you don’t try already.”

You shimmy forward and he rights you into his grip again; getting you on him with as much skin to skin as possible, just where you belong. It makes maneuvering a bit more difficult but neither of you care; you’re too busy enjoying each other’s heat and taste.

“No goofing, just romance.”

His arms encase you while yours frame him, taking time to touch skin and play with his fluffy hair. You’re firmly settled against him, laying with your cunt just in reach of his leaking head. Each breath presses you deeper into each other and lets pressure tease at your breasts. You take a moment to sneak fingers to your sides so you can tweak his nipple. The shocked hiss is one of your favorites.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You reach back to grab hold of him and give him a few firm strokes, just to hear his pretty gasps. “The gentleman act isn’t as fun without the goofy contrast.”

“It’s not an a-aahhhhhhnn-“ You use your grip on him to circle his head on your entrance and press back just enough for the weeping tip to catch. After drawing out the sensation for a few more breaths, you move to sit up for a better angle to give him a shallow ride, but he stops you.

“Stay.” Even though it’s an order it sounds like a plea. At your confused look he continues, “If you stay like this I won’t be able to start fucking you if I lose myself.”

He feels you clench against his cockhead and it twitches in response, desperate to sink just a little deeper and letting you know with a pressure that hovers just under enough to finally slip into you. He knows “if” was too weak a word; the moment he feels the plush heat of your cunt he’s a goner. He’s had ambition and determination and stubbornness woven through parts of his being since his first breath. Yet they all fail him when he aims them at restraint here. Staring down a warlord was easier than fighting his bone deep desire for you. You just have a way of making him feel so full of life that it circles back around to an endless emptiness unless he’s smothered in your presence. Like any addict, the starting hits were no longer enough and he’d chase bigger and bigger ones til he had the endless high of being always near and always yours. His body being newer to such waves makes it easier for his instincts to take over him when more becomes not enough.

You feel the slick skin of his tip licking at your entrance with each breath you both take, so focused on every little motion you swear you can feel his heartbeat against your cunt. You start pressing back more.

“Wait,” Ace gasps. He plans a hand at the back of your head and turns it to face him. You meet blown pupils in shiny eyes, brows fighting not to pinch, freckles dancing with every word and expression. His warm breath tickles your swollen lips and you can taste its sweetness on your tongue. You want to keep looking around his pretty face but his pleading eyes have you locked in their heat. “Look at me.”

You barely think to give him a shaky nod.

Ace reaches his other hand down to join yours on his shaft. It slips easily around your grip and holds gently, letting you keep control. Your hand feels so hot between his large one and the beating cock in your palm. Testing his grip, you slowly pump down his shaft, a slick sound from the dripping of your cunt and his precum sliding through your fingers, and make your way back up to the tip with a twisting wrist. His hand trembles around yours and he curses against your lips but he simply follows your movements.

Happy with the reaction, you continue on. He begins sinking in and his brows furrow further. The slow pace lets him feel every bit of texture, every flutter of the muscles of your entrance as they greet him. He’s in enough for you to encase his slit and you both feel the reward of a thick gush of precum spilling right into you. You breath out a syrupy “so good” and Ace fights again not to cum again - it gives him visions of fucking you fast and deep until you’re hiccuping those words and he’s pumping you full for real. He doesn’t want to be hasty though, he might miss a single second of this blissful torture.

His dick is pressed in to a catch, hovered right where his head flares widest. You hold him steady and give a little circle of your hips to feel him play with your stretching entrance.

“-hah- holy o-oh -nnnngh- thank you thank you,” he mumbles and moans between trying to breathe. His eyes roll back and screw shut for a moment before he fights them back open to watch your hazy eyes and slack jaw. He pulls you forward by the hand in your hair to press your foreheads together. Those fingers begin a haphazard massage as they switch between grasping for grounding and petting at you in adoration.

You take in a lungful of his breath and his musk and the ambient sex and shimmy just a little lower. At last, your cunt gives to let the rim of his head pop in, finally warming you from the inside. It immediately has you clench down and you can’t help but moan pathetically at finally having something to clench down on. The burning skin of his cockhead presses back at the twitching walls of your cunt, sending jolts up your spine.

“Y-you -ahh- you’re so-“ Ace is struggling against his scattered mind and an ocean of oxytocin to get you to understand how perfect you are and how his chest is so full it aches and how he’d fight through pirates, marines, the whole world government just to be this close to you again. All that comes out is a grumbling, fervent moan of “warm”.

You clench again at the word and he whimpers. You slip your hand off of his cock and out of his grip before using it to make him hold his cock for you. It gets the sticky mess all over him, which he quickly uses to twist his hand slowly up and down his shaft. You follow the movement for a few pumps then bring your hand up to your faces. You’d wanted a taste but you get a better idea.

The moment the pads of your fingers touch Ace’s lips, he opens them just a bit wider for you. He can smell the heady mix of you both and his mouth waters eagerly. Slowly and deliberately, you sneak two fingers past his lips and press them on his tongue, his eyes burning into you the whole time. He’s quick to seal his lips and suck, hot tongue roving over your digits to collect every drop. You can hear the wet sound of his working hand get faster. You shove your fingers in to the last knuckle and he swallows them down greedily, moaning the whole time.

It’s impossible to keep yourself still; the fucked out look on Ace’s flushed face and the attention feeding but not sating your cunt make you squirm. All the movement from his jerking, constantly getting faster and firmer, has his cockhead massaging every nerve of your entrance and reverberated through your lips and clit, sinfully delicious yet maddeningly subtle. Your body is begging for him to force his way deep, split you around his thick cock, feel that pounding drag against every inch of your swollen and pulsing pussy. Instead, you have to settle for a slow tilt and pull of your hips, guiding the head sitting heavy in you to press more one way then the next. One particularly hard pump of his hand sends a strong shock to your clit and you grip him with your hands as tightly as your core wrings down around him. A heavy throb of his cock gushes more precum into you.

Hearing how much he’s struggling to breathe fast enough through his nose, you pull your fingers from his mouth to instead pull at his hair. He’s mumbling out curses and praises between frantic kisses around your lips. The battle to stare into your eyes is becoming lost; Ace’s won’t stop rolling back and fluttering closed and losing focus. You can practically taste how close he is and it sets your whole body alight. You’re sure when he cums you’ll be able to feel the pleasure in your own body.

“Ace,” you call and his eyes crack open to see you again. His lashes are so dark and long and make his eyes look all the darker. “Need to feel you cum.” The words are rushed and urgent, trying to sneak around gasps and moans. “Love, I want you t-to -mnnn!- fuck me full.”

“Fuck!” The word “love” echoes violently around Ace’s head, and he’s so wound up and frayed he’s scared he may actually catch fire. His scramble is immediate - hands flying down to clamp onto your hips, fingers sinking deep into your skin, head thrown back giving you a full view of the flush hiding his freckles, the strong jaw working between going slack and gritting his teeth, but most importantly his hips thrust against his will. A mindless, ravenous instinct locked in place and told him to rut until neither of you could move, until each thrust wrung more cum from him only to have it gush out of you because how could you possibly hold more?

Unfortunately, Ace had planned ahead. Your precarious alignment lets the first few thrusts sink him just a centimeter deeper, the relief of more of you only matched by the insatiable need to have all of you. Just when he feels the knot of pleasure pull his balls taught and tense his cock hard as a rod, a thrust knocks him loose.

Ace lets out an actual wail as he loses your heat. The bliss of his orgasm gets lost with it, ebbing away quickly and leaving him frantic.

“No fuck I- please I was so close, shit-,” Ace sobs right by your ear where he’s nestled himself close for comfort.

Needing to calm him and missing the feeling of him too terribly, your hand goes back to his cock while you distract him with sloppy open mouthed kisses. You find him easily and try to settle him with a few firm pumps. Ace is relieved as the feeling comes back fast and he’s already tensing and squirming and curling his toes as his orgasm beats to life in his cock again.

“That’s it, love,” you encourage. “I’ve got you.”

“Can’t, cumming cummingcumming-“ Ace chants urgently, kicked straight over the edge by your care. You rush to get him back inside you first but his cock’s already kicking in your grip. The first spray of cum lands where your thigh meets your ass and the second splashes over your pussy. By the third you’re pressing him back in. The whole time Ace is moaning high and gasping and pulling you to him like he needs you to breathe. He’s squirming and handsy, back arching off the bed while he takes any handful of you he can get. You feel the heavy pump of his next spurt of cum and fall to instinct yourself. You push your body down his and plop the weight of your hips in his lap, taking him in one swift motion and a heavy slap.

“Yes! Y-ye-nnnghah!- yesss thank you thank you two good so good s’good-“

You grind yourself in a heavy drag, forward and back, relishing having him all the way inside you. He feels thick enough to press your hips wide and long enough to punch at your lungs. Each grind has him play with your insides, lighting every nerve to make you feel like he’s filled you from head to toe. Each grind also has a fresh throb press at your cunt and spurt more sticky cum where his head twitches against your deepest spots. It has an unfamiliar pit swallowing the orgasm that’s nearly formed in your core, filling your nerves with a new life. You pick up the pace, needing more of that deep seated burn you can feel with each rub of him in the pit of your gut.

Ace whines as his sensitive cock has less and less to give yet keeps up its pumping. He’s beside himself, feels completely out of control of his muscles and voice as he grinds and moans and pleads, yet somehow his hands help press your hips harder into his, adding strength to your ride with every push and pull. He’s left slack jawed at the feeling, mouth hung open to let out every humid pant and desperate sound. He can feel your thighs clamp up around his hips, your fingers claw frantically at his chest, your hips begin to shake and jump. Most of all he can feel the coming orgasm sink into the muscles of your cunt as they swell and twitch and begin to clamp down on him like a vice.

“Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop-“ now you’re chanting to him and he feels a new rush flow through his body. The ending orgasm is replaced with new interest amid the burning haze of overstimulation. Every fiber in him knows that he just needs to make you cum and he’ll know what heaven is like.

Ace sits up quickly to meet you, detouring to mouth over your swaying chest and enjoy a taste of your perked nipples before he gets some space to watch your blissed out face and writhing body. He begins thumbing at your clit while his other hand urges your hips up a few inches. For a moment you keep your hips moving but they freeze when Ace plants the hand that was on them behind him and his feet on the mattress and he starts to fuck up into you. They’re shallow, staccato slaps of his hips into yours, sloppily pushing his cum out of you to make stickier sounds, sending vibrations rattling through the underside of your clit still pressed under his thumb, and it’s exactly everything you ever needed.

The deep pit his fat cockhead taps at again and again pulls taught until your whole cunt squeezes and then you feel like you burst. A breath you didn’t know you were holding rushes out of you with a holler of his name and you curl forward to cling to him. You try and ride out the high as it seizes you, shaking through your hips and legs and tightening its fist around your whole core. You don’t remember an orgasm ever massaging through you like this before - pulling heavy waves of clamp and release from your cervix to your entrance, each one making Ace’s cock feel even bigger and the pressure of that cock forcing you to stay open makes you nerves sing and dance tingles through your clit and up your spine and under your skin.

You’re not the only one stuck at it’s mercy; Ace’s head is empty of all but the way the sensation ravages through his nervous system, taking his body from him and commanding it to hold you closer, harder, to fuck you faster, firmer. He knows his mouth is moving, but he’s not sure what it’s saying. His head is full of curses and wonder and “thank you”s and “love you”s but he has no clue what’s making it past. The only things he seems to hear are the roaring of his blood in his ears and the stream of praise tumbling from your lips. You gasp out, “Ace! Fuck, you’re so -hahn- perfect”, and he sears it in his brain forever. The way you pray your pleasure to him, bleed his name and “love” together as if they’re the same thing, it has his head spinning and his heart swelling and cock burning.

The pulses of your high get further apart so you force will into your legs and bounce with Ace to chase them. After a few though, his feet slip out straight and both hands are back on your hips to guide your thrusts and hold you tight. He’s kissing down the side of your face then hiding himself in the crook of your neck, where he can switch between kissing the taste of salt off your skin and huffing in lungfuls of the scent of your hair and skin and sweat and sex. He can taste his bliss on every moan he chokes out, can feel it throb closer with every clap of your hips he just clap needs a little more, needs the way clap your fingers tug his hair clap yes just like that and clap fuck, the way your pussy clap sucks him in clap so so close, just-

“Fuck, Ace, can’t breathe -hahnngh- too much, don’t let it stop -ah!- please, need you-“

He whimpers and crushes you in his hold, forcing you to sit still with him pressed as deep as he can go so he can feel every inch of you while he cums again. The first wave hits and he surges forward when his abs clamp tight, knees pulling up behind you to fully surround you.

“Again?” You manage to gasp against his cheek.

“Yes,” he whines, “you’re just- fuck, fuck!”

It’s near painful to cum so hard so quickly after the last. His head is murky and floating at the strange sensation of the orgasm tearing through his muscles to make him grind and pump into you without having anything to gush out. Your body still seems happy enough with the offering though, completely in sync to milk out everything he could possibly give.

It’s the perfect end to your high to be in your body enough to take in every bit of his high moans and mumbling and feel every bit of touch his instincts have him showering over you. He keeps nosing at your neck for comfort and tickling the sensitive skin there with kisses and words spoken right against your skin. His hands are deeply kneading the flesh of your hips, petting in trembling fingers and always pulling to keep your hips flush to his. His abs tense and jump, both with his stuttering breath and with the strong pulls of his dick every time it tries to force more out of him in a soul-deep need to fill you with him until he’s a permanent piece of you. His thighs are doing much the same, jostling you slightly against him from how he’s curled around you. Yes, this is exactly what you needed to cap your high and ease you back into reality. Especially with that deep voice of his showing off its range.

“Thank you, thank -nnngh- you, wanna be this close forever -ahhh- never -mm!- stop feeling you, love this, l-love y-y-hah!”

You guide him the whole time, petting his hair, kissing his temple, teasing his skin with your nails, and holding his back. The way he clings to you sets you ablaze but also lets you know how desperately he needs to feel held. His firm hold and your returning squeezes are the anchor that secures you both through the torrent and the drop from sharing bodies. Because of the affection, that drop is a landing in pure comfort and relaxation. Your muscles are all becoming liquid and you simply melt into each other and breathe.

Ace may have never finished that thought out loud, but he continued it in the affection of his lips pressing so tenderly to your heated skin. He made it clear in the reverence of his hold on you, full of trailing fingertips worshipping your shape and gentle squeezes closer with warm and supportive palms. You understood from the cozy sway he set while drawing his temple up the side of your face to then skim the tip of his nose over your cheek and rest your foreheads together then find stillness. All the words he didn’t say came through in your shared breaths, which grew from humid puffs to a slow and smooth rhythm.

Just in case you missed the rest, he brushed his lips across yours, light enough to tickle before easing forward to mold them together. Your lips part to taste him once more and he indulges you, happily slipping his tongue between your lips for another dance. It’s unhurried how you kiss, lips firm and sure in how they press and drag together, tongues brushing slowly not to arouse but to simply enjoy. The slick sounds of the deep kisses ring in your ears in the quiet room along with the hushes of breath slipping between you two. Ace pulls in one particularly deep breath through his nose before breaking the kiss to sigh his happiness out. The whole thing is punctuated by one last sweet peck.

“I feel it too, Ace,” you promise.

His voice is thick when he whispers out once more, “Thank you.”

You rest your head on his shoulder and press a smile to his skin. Ace tilts his head just so to rest it on yours and closes his eyes to simply be. You’re not sure how long you stay sat in his lap holding him. Instead of the tick of a clock you have the swell of his breaths and the brush of his thumb. Now and again he’d start and leave a subtle sway or press kisses to your hair or squeeze you just a little tighter. You’d respond to it all in kind but his favorite was when he could feel a smile press your cheek into his collarbone or when you’d rest your hand over his pec just to better feel his heartbeat.

Unfortunately, soreness begins to set in your hips and you have to move. Ace isn’t a big fan of the idea; you can tell from his grumble and his arms cinching around your waist. It's endearing, but no match for the protest in your joints.

“Ace, I’m sore,” you laugh out the complaint, too amused by his pouting. “Let’s lay down.”

“That I can agree to,” he says.

You doubt his words when you start to get off him and receive an indignant “hey”.

“Who said you were allowed to get off?”

“Pretty sure I was just letting us both get off.”

“I helped,” he pouts.

“That’s an understatement,” you reassure with two quick pats to his cheek. “But for real, I gotta get off so we can get settled.”

“Agree to disagree,” Ace chimes with that maddeningly bright and charming smile of his. It crinkles his nose a moment and scrunches his eyes in a way that brings out their glimmer and you’re sure you’d never be able to say no to that face for long.

“Okay,” you sigh. “How are we going to do this?”

“Clumsily,” he answers without missing a beat and you laugh again.

“Okay, Commander, take the reins,” you say as you settle back into laying against him, happy to let him take over this clown show.

“Ooooo ‘commander’, huh? Wanna try calling me that next time?”

Instead of responding you give his back a half-hearted swat.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he reasons.

“I’m filing it away for later, but please Ace my poor hips. You’re gonna make me an old lady in my twenties,” you whine.

“At least you make a cute granny.” You can hear the cheeky smile in his voice.

“Move!” You laugh and he finally does.

He scoots you both back once, holding you tight through it while you giggle at the bumpy ride. Now back to the center of the bed, he shimmies for good measure and lays himself back. He holds his arms out expectantly and you just raise a brow at him.

“You’re gonna slip out.”

“I believe in you,” he says. He tried to be deadpan but his lips couldn’t resist the smile.

“There’s your first mistake,” you say and he just smiles wider.

You shift to the right so you can rotate your left leg out and down. You lean your weight on his chest for balance, a palm flat on each large pec, and slide your leg down and back right next to his. You shiver at the release in your joint and Ace shivers at the pressure on his chest and the jostle of your hips. His softened dick twitches in interest.

“Stop that, we need to sleep,” you reprimand with no real heat.

“I didn’t tell it to do that,” Ace deflects.

You chuckle and continue repositioning, leaning to the left this time. It feels just as nice when your right leg gets to be straight again and you can finally lay down. It feels a little strange to be lying directly on Ace’s middle instead of tucked to his side or spooning but it’s not unwelcome. It’s definitely not a permanent feature, though, and you tell him as much.

“Just for a while,” Ace promises. Much softer he adds, “Not ready yet.”

You hum in acknowledgement. Taking stock of your body, you feel a pleasant exhaustion and let it help you sink further into Ace. His hands rest gently on your back, one spread between your shoulder blades and one drawing shapes over your lower back. His thighs are so warm next to yours and the packed muscle feels so soft when he’s relaxed like this. The same goes for the pec currently being used as your pillow. Okay, maybe you could stay this way quite awhile; Ace is unfairly warm and comfortable and having him sit still half in you sates some instinct you didn’t know you had.

“Blanket?” Ace asks.

“Dealer’s choice,” is your non-committal response.

With some reaching and finagling, Ace manages to get a hold of the sheets and flap them to lay over you. He leaves them so that they cover your legs but make it no further than the small of your back. It lets the slight chill of the room continue to cool you off without going so far as to make you cold. It’s absolutely perfect with his high body temperature radiating below you. Yeah, you’re pretty sure you could drift off into some of the best sleep of your life just like this.

A thought strikes you.

“How did you stay hard that whole time?”

“I dunno,” he answers honestly through a yawn. Then he chuckles and adds, “maybe you just have a magic pussy.”

You laugh at the stupid joke, happy he’s relaxed enough in your relationship to joke more about sex now.

“Too bad you can’t go around testing that theory,” you sigh in mock sympathy.

Ace perks up and stares at you real strong. His eyes that were just fighting sleep are now full of life. You don’t say more and just let him look and stew on your words.

“Say it again but like I’m stupid?”

“That’s what I usually try to do.”

He barks a laugh.

“Damn, must be hard loving an idiot.”

“Not at all.” The tenderness that seeps from your words melts him straight through. Thinking better of leaving it (you know he knows you’re joking, but you also know that his mind is exceptionally cruel), you use the last of your energy to get up on your elbows and look him in the eyes. “You’re a dumbass sometimes, especially with those brothers of yours, but more than that you’re really smart.” You place a sweet kiss to his forehead. “And you’re strong and determined and reliable.” A kiss to one cheek. “And empathetic and sweet and thoughtful.” A kiss to the other one. “And you wanna know what you are more than anything else?”

“What?” His voice shakes and his eyes burn and he’s so exhausted from all the emotions of the night but they’ve also been the most precious things ever.

You rest your forehead to his and take a deep breath, savoring the moment.

“You’re very very easy to love.”

A kiss binds your words and lips.

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Hello! Ive been binging poly!141 and I keep coming back to your writing for my fix (because by now its basically an addiction😅)

I had this idea that the 141 are together with a civilian reader. And civilian reader works in retail, part time, and is mostly at home. Normally, they would be home by the time their boys came home, welcoming them with open arms, a hot plate of food, and time to rest and relax. But this time, the 141 get home early and realize where reader works: Walmart (or equivalent). Reader has been keeping this a secret cause they know its not cute like a coffee shop or cool. Its just their job. And now the most important men in their life know. Im thinking the 141 found out because they went grocery shopping and happened to come across reader or something similar to that.

I work at Walmart and it sucks🥲 thought that maybe something like this might help😅

Tysm, nonny! So happy to hear you like the writing. I hope this does your idea justice. (Walmart doesn't have stores in the UK, but they own ASDA.)

Also, thank you for my first request! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

pure fluff, bad accents (per usual)

Your boys find out you work part-time at ASDA on a random rainy Thursday in March.

You don't really need a job. All four of your lovers are officers with the British army. Prior to you, they all lived in base barracks. Prior to you, they lived fairly Spartan existences. Prior to you, most of their income sat in the bank, quietly accumulating.

They have plenty of money saved up that they love using to spoil you, when you let them. You know that if you asked, they'd give you everything, but you draw the line about asking them for an allowance like some tradwife. You want some pocket money of your own. Thus, the part-time job at the ASDA in town.

You're a people person, good at handling big personalities. You need to be to keep up with your boys. Between John's need for control, Simon's stoic dominance, Johnny's aggressive enthusiasm, and Kyle's blinding charisma, you aren't some shrinking violet. Within a week of your hire, your manager watches how you weather a nasty piece of work trying to demand concessions you aren't permitted to give and immediately puts you in customer service.

You're nearly unflappable in the face of frustrated pensioners and harried parents and entitled young professionals. Over and over, you're the one they call when a customer is going spare. Which is how your boys find out about your job.

They've been deployed for over two weeks, and you have no idea when they'll return. John had originally said they'd be gone for at least a month, so you aren't expecting them home any time soon. However, they'd come home much earlier than anyone thought, and they wanted to surprise you.

You're always so good about making the house feel like a home, with your bright smile and warm laughter, your home cooked food and soft touches in decor. You make them feel like people, not weapons, and they want to return the favor. This last deployment had been hard, and all four of your boys were missing your sweet voice and tender care. They wanted to show you that they loved and cared for you the way you always showed your love and care for them.

It was Johnny's suggestion to prep a meal for you as both a surprise and a thank you. After debrief, they pile into the car and decide to stop at ASDA for everything they need before heading home to surprise you. It's John who causes the code call.

You hear Susan's voice over the store-wide address system. "We could use a little Sunshine in the floral department." That's your cue. You finish with the pensioner at your till as Jacob, your manager, comes over to relieve you.

You take a deep breath and square your shoulders. In your experience, a Sunshine call in floral is a man angry the store doesn't have the fancy arrangements listed on the website. You wish the signage on the site would be more clear that the beautiful bouquets are online orders only. It would save you having to explain why the offers in store are so limited.

You hear him before you see him, smokey voice grumbling, "But if they show the bloody thing on the site as available, you should have it hear." You'd recognize the voice anywhere. He's not angry, not really, but Susan doesn't know that. Add in the sheer size of him, and Simon looming over his shoulder, it's no wonder she called for support.

You have never wanted to walk away from a situation as much as you want to right now, but before you can make an escape, Susan notices you over John's shoulder. Her little wave is enough for your men to notice, and they turn as one to see you coming towards them. Immediately their demeanor shifts. Simon's back sags as though his strings were cut, leaving him loose-limbed. John stands a little straighter, chin up as if to impress you. They've both broken out in smiles, though Simon's are only evidenced by the laugh lines you know to look for. It's only as you get close do they zero in on the badge on your shirt.

"I've got this, Susan," you say to your co-worker. "Jacob's on my till. Can you cover?"

Susan wrings her hands. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay and-"

"They're nothing I can't handle," you tell her, cutting off her worried rambles. There's a cheeky glint in your eye as you flick your gaze at your men. You clap your hands together and say, "Right, let's get this settled, then."

Susan takes one quick look between you and the now slightly less intimidating men and heads towards the front of the store.

Once she's out of earshot, John's face breaks into a frown. "What're you doing here, love?" He glances at your name on your chest again. "You work here?" He sounds almost hurt by the revelation. You can tell Simon wants to reach for you, and the only thing stopping him is you working.

You hear heavy footfalls behind you as Johnny's Scottish lilt reaches your ears. "Och, Cap! Ye said ye'd only be a moment. Gaz and I had a hell of a time getting the trolley on its lift ta find ye. How hard is it to buy bon..." His question dies on his lips as you turn around. "Bonnie?" He, too, sounds hurt to find you working here.

You can see Kyle over Johnny's shoulder, confusion written across his features. This is not how you wanted your boys to find out about your job, if you ever wanted them to actually find out. You thought maybe you'd surprise them with tickets to Hereford FC's opening game in a few months. And if they asked how you afforded them, you could handle this conversation then, but it's out of your hands now.

And as much as you don't want to have this conversation, especially not in the middle of the floral department, you can't stop the wide grin at seeing your boys again, home and whole.

"Hi, boys," you say, opening your arms. Disappointed he might be about finding you here, Johnny's no fool. He immediately steps into your embrace, and the others quickly follow suit. You're swallowed up by the smell and feel of them. The hug lasts one minute. Then two. Then they all slowly step back.

You can see the questions and cut them off before they get started. "I have another three hours before I'm off. We can talk at home, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."

John nods first. He recognizes your tone. You won't let them derail you for answers now, and they would be wasting their breath to try. "You heard the lady, lads. Let's get home."

They start to walk away when you tease, "Captain? Was there a reason you were arguing with Susan about the flowers?"

He halts his steps and turns to you, flush creeping up his neck. He brings his hand up to rub it as he says, "Er, I, we, wanted to get ya something nice, but they don't have the same ones as online."

You melt a little, watching the way your men shift nervously behind their captain. You smile softly and reach over, plucking a bouquet of rainbow poms from the rack. "These are what I usually get for myself when you're away."

John takes them gently from your hand and passes them to Gaz to put in the trolley. "We'll see you at home, love," he murmurs, leaning over briefly to kiss your cheek. Simon kisses the top of your head, fabric brushing your hair. Johnny pulls you in for another bruising hug and kisses your other cheek. Gaz puts his hands on your waist, drinking in the sight of you, before taking your hands in his and kissing your palms.

You watch them leave, wondering how you'll make it through the rest of your shift.

Three hours and fifteen minutes later, you cross the threshold of your shared home to the most delicious scents wafting from the kitchen. After slipping your shoes off next to the piles of boots at the door, you follow your nose back to the kitchen and the spread laid out on the large wood-topped island. There's a roast and mushy peas and mashed potatoes and stewed carrots and battered cod and crisps and spinach all surrounding the flowers you'd suggested, nestled in the vase you love most, the Caithness one Johnny'd bought you on your first trip with them to Scotland.

At the table, your men sit, plates made for everyone, waiting on you. They've changed since you saw them. Gone are any traces of fatigues and tactical gear. Instead they're all in casual civvies, truly home for the first time in nearly three weeks. Simon stands as you come in and pulls out your chair, smile on his scarred lips. "Come sit, doll," he tells you, not quite an order.

You look quickly around. "Let me change," you say, tugging at your uniform top. "I won't be but a minute." You back out of the room before they can stop you. You hurry to your bedroom, pulling your top off as you go. Once behind the door, you slip from your trousers into comfortable leggings and a large jumper, one of Kyle's you think.

By the time you make it back to the kitchen, your men are more than a little antsy. Simon's smile is a little strained, Johnny is fidgeting, Kyle keeps glancing between you and John, and John is staring at you. Your chair is still out. He waves a hand at it, and gently says, "Come sit, love." It's couched as request, but you know a command from your lover when you hear it.

You take your seat at the table. "Listen-" you start, but John cuts you off.

"Are we not providing for ya, love?" You see the hurt in his eyes, how much it bothers him to think he, they, aren't doing enough for you.

"Oh, John, dear, no!" you reply, putting your hand over his on the table. "It's not that at all."

"Then what?" Simon asks.

You look at them all, the expectant faces waiting to hear how they failed you. "I get restless sometimes. I love you, and I love our life. I'm happy to take care of the house and make sure you're all fed after a long day. But I wasn't built for sitting around doing nothing. I like people; being home on my own all day can get lonely. Especially when you're deployed. I also like having my own pocket money."

John opens his mouth, and you know what he's about to say, so you continue. "I know you'd give me any money I need or want, but I like having my money. Money I earned myself." You look around at them, willing them to understand. "It's only part time. Helps me keep a little busy and have a little extra to spoil you and me with."

Johnny is frowning, but you see Kyle, head cocked, looking at you as a puzzle. "I think I understand," he says softly. "You were making you way just fine before us, and you gave up everything for us."

At his words, the crease between John's brow deepens, and you're sure he's remembering the job you had, that you'd somewhat enjoyed, when you'd first met them. You'd been working at RAF Lakenheath, living in a cozy flat in Cambridge, near The Backs, when the 141 had been coming through the base after an op. An injury had put Kyle in the med center for a week, and while he could have been transported to Hereford once stable, Laswell had worked it out for the whole team to have some R&R near the base.

You'd quite literally run into John one day, rushing to your office, after which he suggested lunch as an apology. You quickly became close with all four, smitten with them from the start. In turn, they fell hard for you. They wooed you over the course of several weeks, stopping through Lakenheath on deployments to spend some time with you. Six months in and you were completely gone on all four of them, so when they'd asked you to move to Hereford, you did without ever looking back. But it meant giving up the life you'd led.

Somewhere along the way, your happiness overshadowed all you'd left behind. After a few weeks, being home alone while your men worked started to feel isolating. You liked being a little busy, and there weren't enough projects around the house to keep you busy enough. You'd always been independent, but you didn't want to be stuck in a job with long hours anymore. You wanted to be home for your men. So you'd found the job at ASDA.

Kyle reaches over to where you hand is still on John's. "I'm sorry we didn't ask how you were coping us being gone all day," he says. He looks you in the eye as he continues. "I understand wanting to do something, wanting to be a little busy, and if this makes you happy, then I'm all for it, doll." He gives you a small smile and squeezes your and John's hand.

"Gaz is right," Simon rumbles. "We were so happy to have you here we didn't think about what you did all alone all day." He puts a heavy hand on your thigh, the warmth of him seeping through your thin leggings. "'m glad you have something to keep you from getting lonely."

"Sorry, hen," Johnny murmurs, just above a whisper. "We didnae think a' ye enough." You smile widely at him.

"Johnny, you think of me all the time. This isn't about neglect at all!" You try to catch his eye, but he's looking hard at the table in front of him. "You did nothing wrong, love," you tell him gently.

He looks at you, blue eyes bright. "Ye sure?" You've never seen him this nervous before, and you break a little.

"I'm sure love."

He smiles then, a little smile, but it brightens his face and shifts the mood in the room. You look at John who's been surprisingly quiet this whole time.

He's smiling, but it's a little sad. "I know ya said we didn't do anything wrong, but we feel like we did. We didn't notice you were bored, didn't ask if you were lonely." He flips his hand over under yours and threads your fingers with his. "Yer giving us a gift by not blaming us, and we'd be stupid not to take it, even though it feels like yer giving us an out. Thank you." He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it softly.

"Thank you. I was worried you'd be mad," you admit.

"Never could make us mad with something like this, hen," Johnny reassures you. "I'm sorry we had to spoil your day is all."

You turn back to look at the food on the island. "You didn't spoil my day. You made it. You're home early, and you made such a lovely spread. I think we should tuck in, yeah?"

Simon chuckles. "Point made, doll," he says, scooping a heaping helping of mash onto his fork. The rest take it as a sign to start eating too.

The room is silent save for the sounds of food savored until John pipes up, "Why'd ya come to florals, love? We might have missed ya altogether if not for that."

You giggle. "The sunshine call, John."

"Yeah?" He clearly doesn't understand.

"It's the shop call for a difficult customer. When I'm on shift, it's my job to handle those." You look at each of your lovers in turn. "Seems I've got a knack for dealing with muppets," you tell them with a smirk.

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lumine-inkedfanfics · 2 days ago

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ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔩 𝔵 𝔐ℭ: 𝔏𝔢𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱

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Synopsis: Your dear fishie boi is in heat? That's the plot :P

TW: smut.

Word count: 680 words

Upload date: 1st February 2025.

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Sticky cum dripping between your thighs, salty sweat coating skin, hair dishevelled. Lips licking against one another, kisses which swallow any noise leaving from your mouth, wanting to keep them to himself. Rafayel was officially in his heat. The urge to lock up and never let his beloved bride go anywhere was making him dizzy.

Your breath, your scent clinking on his skin mixing with his, creating a heady aroma that makes his head spin. Your dilated pupils, which hold his reflection in there. Oh, how he wanted to keep you here. Forget being a hunter. All he wanted was you to be his bride only. Fulfil your duties by being beside him. Give him the life he had to sacrifice aeons ago. Make his wait worth.

Moans bouncing of the walls, his dick so deep in you, his tip having it's own make out session with your cervix. Your womb already filled to brim with his sticky seed.

Yours nails racked his back. "Rafayel- p-please no more, just can't I -" Spots cover your vision, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, his hard cock throbbing inside you. Thighs quivering, neck and breasts covered in hickies. The colour matching the ones he bought from the paint store.

"My bride, mine- fuckkkkk, no one will have you, I'll fuck you so hard- ngh and rough, no one else will satisfy you. Fuckfuckfuck, gonna g-gonna cum again sweet princess. Gonna fill this womb with my seed." His words were entering through one ear and leaving through the other. And good lord did he look ravishing on top of you. Tufts of purple hair sticking out of place, baby hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, a red mark glowing on his chest. Your train of thoughts was interrupted as he bit the junction of your neck.

His thrust lost it's rhythm, his hips having a mind of it's own. His previous loads leaking out of your well used, gapping entrance. Your lower belly was coiling, you wanted to cum, but it felt really werid this time, as if you are gonna piss. "Raf-rafayel, s-stop! I-i think I need to use the b-ah-throom!"

His hips didn't stop, he knew why you felt like that. Of course, your clit's swollen, your pussy lips puffy, and he's been fucking you for ages, so obviously your overstimulated cunt was going to squirt your heavenly juices out like a fountain.

An unconscious smirk made it's way onto Rafayel's face. A smug grin, like he achieved something.

"Is my beautiful, lovely bride gonna squirt all over on her groom's cock?" while his thrusts became more vigorous. He wanted to see you, loose yourself from the bliss his cock gave you. You felt him nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck, which was now littered with hickies. Soft kisses and tender touches while he moaned against your ears, asking you to let go of yourself to him. He can sense his balls drawing up, his impending orgasm hanging by a thread. The last straw was you moaning his name and begging him to not stop. With one particular thrust, the coil in your belly snapped. Rafayel groaned feeling your tight slick channel clench around his throbbing dick. Your juices spraying on his lower half, the sight was enough to make him cum, deep in your hole, painting your now white insides whiter. You saw stars swimming your vision. He thrusts a few more times, dragging your orgasm as you both slowly calm down. Huffs of breath were inhaled and exhaled as you came down from your high.

Rafayel placed soft, tender kisses all along your arms and shoulders. His weight, a pleasant feeling on top of you. Slumber welcomes you gently as he pulls out his softening cock. Gently he carries your limp body to the bathroom to give his bride the aftercare she deserves. Before you succumbed to sleep, Rafayel whispers a soft "I love you, my bride." And with a content sigh and a beyond satisfied session, you give into your much needed sleep.

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yuyusshinelight · 2 days ago

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Dad thoughts feat ATEEZ: I want a brother/sister

♪ This post is about how I think they would be as parents; just that, some thoughts. This does NOT represent any of Ateez's members in any way.

♪ English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake.

Vocabulary just in case someone doesn't know:

y/s/n — your son's name

y/d/n — your daughter's name

Byeol — star

Jagi — sweetheart, darling, etc...

Note: Hi my shining stars! Here I come with a new scenario for our boys being dads because I know how much you like those parenting headcanons. I hope you like it and enjoy your reading. Love you all!!!

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa and your daughter were peacefully building their Lego sets together when the older Park decided to have a conversation about that not too little issue you had commented to him when he had arrived at home "I have heard that you want a little sibling, byeol" and the little girl only nodded, not stopping her really important task of mistakenly making the base of the moon on which his half-finished Sanrio doll should lie "And can daddy know why you want a little brother or sister?".

Seonghwa was clearly trying to get your daughter to tell him the same thing you had told him that afternoon without asking her directly. The way you looked at the ground with a soft pout when you told him that your little star had been sad lately for being only child had him worried about the issue being more serious than he though at first.

"I don't like to be alone" At that confession Seonghwa's heart stopped. Perhaps you two had made her feel lonely without realizing it? "But you have mommy and daddy, my love".

"It's not the same... We can't stay together all the time" The sadness with which his beloved daughter said that felt like the most hurtful stab directly into his heart, it even made Seonghwa hate his work for a moment "Daddy and mommy would like to be with you all the time, baby, but—".

"But you can't, I know..." For how his baby had finished his sentence, Seonghwa couldn't help but feel worse, her small but heartbreaking pout could be perfectly appreciated in her sweet voice.

Something in his head snapped.

In the gentlest way he could, the man took his daughter from her seat to put her on his lap and give her that so needed hug he was craving for "Don't you worry, byeol, mommy and daddy will bring you a little brother or sister, okay?" The speed at which her head turned to look him directly in the eyes even scared the poor man with the possibility of a sudden dizziness or some blow to his little girl from such an action but all his worries erased as fast as your daughter moved her head seconds before thanks to the way in which her eyes shone brighter than ever, holding the galaxy itself in those small orbs exactly like his own "Really? It's a promise?".

The excitement on the little girl's face brought out the most tender and sincere smile from Seonghwa who didn't last long to rub his nose against hers, showering her soft cheeks with many kisses "It's a promise, my byeol".

And maybe he should have talked about the sibling thing with you before promising it to your daughter but, let's not lie, Seonghwa knew you better than yourself; the moment he said yes to his daughter he was already counting on you to be more than okay with having a second child. In fact, you were the one who laid Seonghwa on your shared bed after making sure that your child was peacefully asleep on her own to ride him like never before until he decided to change positions to bury himself even deeper inside you. It wasn't in his plans to break the promise he made to his little star so he fucked you until he left your belly nicely swollen with his seed.

Neither of you could deny anything to your little four-year-old walking smile.

HONGJOONG

"I want a little sister" said your three-year-old son as he perched himself in his father's work chair, a phrase that made Hongjoong drop whatever he was with that same moment and look at the kid "What? Why all of a sudden?".

"My best friend just had one and she's very cute" The way in which his baby waddled slowly without letting go of the chair, with that rascally face inherited from him himself, looking at him expectantly for an affirmative answer, brought out of Hongjoong his most genuine smile "Well, yes. Babies are really cute" he said, ruffling his hair before picking him up and sitting the child on his lap "but that's not a reason to have one, love".

For how the minor gasped dramatically while frowning, there was no doubt that that response had even offended him. This little boy's reactions were so comically unique that Hongjoong's stomach even hurt from laughing on many occasions.

"But I want one!" The child said as if it was the most prevalent reason to have a baby, and Hongjoong was about to talk but the appearance of his favorite girl stopped him "I think I have something to say in all this no?" You said, entering the room until you were standing next to your husband, something that didn't last long because said husband didn't like the idea of not having you closer so he sat you on his free leg; and it's not like you were going to complain, in fact, you hugged him "It's my belly the one that's going to hold that little sister for nine months".

"How?" As soon as he asked, both parents' eyes widened. You should have assumed he would ask, but hey, it's not like you mind talking about it, not like Hongjoong apparently "How what, baby?" He acted dumb, clearly not wanting to have that conversation now, too young his son to talk about anything of that "How will the baby get into mommy's tummy?" But this little curious boy wasn't about to leave the topic for Hongjoong's misfortune, who even let out an accidental "Oh shit".

It had to be said that Hongjoong didn't expect that he should have to answer this question at this point of his short life as a father, nor did he expect that too adorable "Oh shit" from the kid either. Word that clearly set off your alarms as a mother "No, baby. Don't say that" You corrected him, booping his nose and waiting for the child to ask why he couldn't say it if his dad could but you were surprised with that too cute "Okay mommy".

Both you and Hongjoong were about to die of love.

"That's my good boy" Hongjoong said, ruffling his hair one more time and giving him a kiss on the head "So are you going to bring me a little sister yes or not?" You both looked at each other, not knowing exactly what to say, until Hongjoong decided to leave the answer hanging in the air "We'll see" to which your son answered with an unfortunate unexpected "Fuck".

"HONGJOONG" Was the first thing that crossed your mind, yelling at the surprised man that was now looking at you "I DIDN'T EVEN SAY THAT" But then he stopped, thinking for a moment "Well maybe he has learned it from me, yes..." And your son nodding only made you look even worse at your husband "Don't say that either, okay baby?" And with that your baby boy covered his mouth with his two little hands and nod one more time, making you both laugh.

YUNHO

It was a peaceful night at Jeong's residence until your eldest son ended with said peace after all those failed attempts to play with his little sister who was only dedicated to watch him move while eating her tiny fist so calmly in her baby-hammock.

"I want another brother or sister!" Your son screamed, running towards his father's open legs to hide his head in his crotch and hold on to his legs. Sudden blow to his private parts that made Yunho complain and you chuckled softly under your breath so as not to be discovered by your husband who was already looking at you with half-closed eyes and shaking his head despite being laughing too.

"Why do you say that, baby?" You asked after you managed to calm your laughter "Because Y/D/N never plays with me!" Your son screamed again, readjusting his posture while firming his grip without separating an inch from his father "It's that?" Yunho asked between laughs, stroking his little head after hearing his son complain in a sort of shouted sob "I mean, if you want another sibling daddy will give you one".

"Tch, Yunho" His first name, not jagi. Bad moment to put on display his pleaser nature, man "But you have to ask mommy too" And you nodded, he was safe "So... you want another sibling to play with because your sister can't, baby?" And your son nodded without taking his head off his father's body "But you have to know that if we give you a new brother or sister, they couldn't play with you either" And that's the moment your son lifted his head, looking at you directly with a mix of horror and surprise, as if what you had said was the strangest thing ever "Why?".

"Because they would be even smaller than Y/D/N".

"More?!" He was silent for a moment after both Yunho and you nodded, seeming to be reconsidering what you had just revealed to him, when he suddenly separated from Yunho completely, crossing his arms and giving you both his back angrily "I don't want another sibling then".

"Oh no, my third baby" Jeong senior said dramatically, he even put his hands on his chest where his heart was pretending to be hurt "Yunho" you said in a warning tone, taking your son in your arms to hug him, accommodating you two in the couch under the warmth of your favorite blanket "Oh, come on. Three kids sounds nice, don't you think?".

"Y/D/N is only seven months old, let me enjoy life without kicks that burst my ribs a little longer" You couldn't see it because you were too busy kissing your son but you already knew that Yunho was smiling for how happy he sounded saying "A little longer? Is that a yes to a third baby?" Which only confirmed to you that Yunho was indeed looking forward to having a third. And one thing you were never good at since you started dating him was saying no to him when he looked so adorably excited about something "It's a 'maybe when my ribs return to their natural position because your daughter opened them for kicking them so many times' ".

"We're having a third" Yunho said victoriously with that goofy smile that you fell in love with at first sight and that, to this day, was still one of your many weak points.

YEOSANG

"Daddy" your daughter said in the softest voice you could have ever heard in your life. You couldn't see her because you were at the laundry room while your husband and daughter were doing an afternoon snack but you could even swear that she was playing with her little fingers nervously for the tone she used. That was one of her gestures when she was about to ask for something "Tell me, darling" Yeosang sounded as cute as your daughter which made you smile foolishly, nothing could please you more than the fact that the two loves of your life were so much alike "Can I have a sibling, please?".

That question surely made you slow down the speed at which you were doing the laundry, as if that would help you to hear better. It was a topic Yeosang and you talked about a few months ago, both thinking that it would be nice to have a second child not only because you two think that having siblings is so beneficial for a kid, but because you both were attracted by the idea of expanding your family. Another living proof of your love for each other.

But those were your reasons to want another baby, what would your daughter's reasons be? You were curious about them. Just like Yeosang.

"Of course, darling. But can daddy know why you ask?" The tenderness with which your husband was handling this conversation, like every conversation he had with your daughter, was so heartwarming. You could die of a sweet high "I want a sibling to be my best friend forever" and your daughter was about to finish what her father had started.

Not being able to be a mere listener anymore, you put the small skirt you had in your hands back in the laundry basket to go out to the kitchen, finding the lovely picture of your daughter sitting at the counter next to your husband, helping him prepare a bowl of fruit for the three of you to enjoy together.

"Have you heard it, Y/N-ah?" Yeosang said, looking at you with a cute smile that made his dimples stand out. He looked so innocent that made your heart beat in happiness "That's why I'm here, jagi" you approached them, taking your daughter's cheeks between your hands "To tell our baby that mommy and daddy will try to give her a sibling as soon as possible" and then you showered your little girl with lots of kisses to which she replied more than delighted just to join forces you both a few seconds later to shower Yeosang with kisses as well. Something the male was more than happy to accept.

SAN

When your older daughter asked in the middle of the dinner for another sibling you choked with your water to which San quickly reacted by patting you gently on the back, a situation that seemed very funny to the youngest of the three children who couldn't stop laughing at mommy's coughing fit. Whoever was not amused at all was your middle child, and it was not surprising after how much she cried and threw a tantrum when San and you told her that she was going to be big sister.

"Another one?!" She looked at her parents with a mixture of fear, surprise and rejection in her eyes that threatened to burst into tears if you gave her an affirmative answer. She looked so affected that she even worried you both. San couldn't see his kid like that "No, baby" he answered with so much tenderness, hugging the kid and giving her a soft kiss on her forehead before looking at you and asking "No?".

Who knows, maybe you were expecting a fourth child and he didn't know it.

But you shook your head what made your older daughter cross her arms and openly complain about not having a fourth sibling to which your second daughter yelled a not too nice "Three are fine!" Frowning and getting up from her seat to climb onto her father's lap so he could hold her as she wanted, searching for his comfort "But I want another brother!" The eldest answered in the same way her sister had spoken. The girls' tone only hinted at an impending fight between them, something that neither San nor you wanted obviously so San immediately cut them off with a serious "Enough girls".

San hated to use a severe tone with his children but he hated even more the idea of having a fight between his daughters when it was supposed to be a nice and lovely dinner in family. Much worse if the fight was going to be about whether or not to have another member in your family.

"What have we said about raising our voices in a bad way?" He said with seriousness, which made both kids look down with a pout "Sorry..." Both girls said at unison, now looking up at their father before looking at the other, your middle child climbing off San's lap to hug her older sister as an apology. Both had been taught to apologise to each other with a hug to make amends.

And after seeing that your daughters were fine again you decided to settle the dispute "About the sibling thing" both girls had their attention on you now "Daddy and mommy think that three kids are enough, by the moment" which made your second daughter smile unconsciously while your eldest pouted "But that doesn't mean that we won't bring you another sibling in the future" this time your second daughter was the one not looking so pleased while the eldest was smiling.

From the way they both nodded you knew they were content but not satisfied with that. You had given birth to them and raised them, you knew absolutely every single one of their gestures and what they meant. But hey, the discussion was over and you could go back to dinner in peace.

MINGI

"I like this one" Your son said, pointing to a photo in which both children were curled up in their father's arms, the three of them sleeping on the couch comfortably, Mingi hadn't even changed his clothes; one of your favorite pictures in fact, just looking at it almost brought tears to your eyes "In this one dad had just arrived from a tour. You refused to leave his arms even for a single second".

"How old were we?" This one was your daughter "Seven months" Mingi answered, smiling at the memory of how his babies received him that day with their little arms raised, calling him between really cute babblings while they moved nervously in their mother's arms "Such cute babies we were and I don't remember that" Your daughter said dramatically "We need a baby in this house".

"Wait, what?" You looked between your kids and Mingi, who was as surprised as you from hearing that, getting even more surprised when your son agreed with his sister "Right! If we have a little brother or sister they will look as cute as us!".

"Woo, woo, woo. Slow down you two" Mingi tried to calm his already excited twins but it didn't work at all "And why a little brother or a little sister when we can have both?" Your daughter ignored him to continue her talk with her brother, you could almost swear that her eyes were shining. But here dad came to try to calm the situation a second time after seeing the way in which your eyes widened "I told you to slow down, neither your mom nor I have said that we are going to bring you a sibling".

"But daddy! We lost each other as a baby!" Your son exclaimed dramatically as if it was the worst thing ever, with his hands on his father's cheeks and his head tilted back to add more drama "We want to have a baby at home" your daughter pouted sadly with a frown and, before Mingi had the opportunity to reply to that you suddenly said "Well, they really seem very excited about the idea of being big bother and sister, daddy" looking at him with a knowing smile. Apparently he had misinterpreted that expression of yours from a few seconds ago.

The fact is that Mingi had caught your message but, with both children staring at him expectantly, he couldn't do anything but respond to you with one look that only you could interpret: tomorrow you weren't going to be able to get out of bed. But that was only for you, obviously, the answer for your twins was "Then it seems to me that the family is going to grow, mommy " For which your living room ended up filled with euphoric shouts from your kids.

WOOYOUNG

"Babe, come here!" Wooyoung screamed from the kitchen and a lot of horrible things crossed your mind, since your son had been burned until he had cut one of his fingers "What happens?! I swear to god that if my baby is missing just one finger I'll—".

"None of that, I have everything under control here. Just listen to what our baby has to tell you" and with that all your attention went to your three year old boy who was jumping in the stool he was standing on to help his dad with dinner "I want a little sister!" And at such a revelation you could only blink several times, looking between father and son in silence until, after blinking a few more times, you said a simple "A sister".

"Yes!" Your eldest son said really excited, jumping even higher in his spot to which Wooyoung already had his arm around him but without touching him, just as a precautionary measure to prevent his son from falling "I already have a brother, I want a sister now".

Without a doubt, you thought it was quite cute the way he had said it, swaying his little body from side to side with those bright little eyes, but you couldn't help but to look up at the smiling father, looking for an answer "Do you have anything to do with this, love?" And Wooyoung shoke his head, not stopping smiling even for a second "It's all Y/S/N idea. But I also think that it's time to have a girl, babe".

And, to say the truth, the idea of having a girl was quite tempting, even more so when you had been thinking the same thing for a while. Having two children was fantastic as well as exhausting, you were more than sure that having one more could only double the happiness but also the exhaustion. And that was a sacrifice you were willing to do for sure.

"And you? Do you want a sister too?" You asked your second son who you were carrying in your arm, the baby smiling at you the very next moment his big shining eyes met yours which made you smile too "Okay then. Let's see if we can bring you a little sister" You finally said, both your eldest son and your husband screamed with excitement "But you have to know that it may not be a girl but another boy".

"We can always try again, love, don't worry about that" Wooyoung said nonchalantly, winking at you with a big smile to which your son exclaimed an excited "Yes!" Happy with the thought that one way or another he was going to have a little sister "Why did I already expect it..." You shook your head but not in a bad mood, you were also laughing at how predictable Wooyoung and your son were to you.

JONGHO

"Go, go. Ask daddy, my love" Jongho heard you say to your son distantly, you were at the bathroom giving your kid a shower while he was resting on the sofa after having set the table for dinner. Then, the sound of tiny quick steps made him turn off his phone, waiting for his son to appear in front of him just to be surprised by the kid poking his little head out on the side "Hi, baby" Said Jongho, waiting patiently for his son to tell him whatever he had to tell him "I want a brother!".

One, two, three blinks from the surprised father. Not even a hi. His son went straight to the point. The child was certainly clear about his priorities.

Well, such a question demanded seriousness so Jongho leaned closer to the armrest to close distance with his son, resting one arm and intertwining his hands "Daddy and mommy have to talk about it first but tell me, why you want a sibling?".

He had heard multiple reasons why a child might want a sibling. Some quite cute, some quite funny, and with the witty answers your son had for everything, Jongho was especially curious about this one. What a surprise he got when he heard your little boy say "All my friends are from the school or the park, if I have a sibling I will have a friend at home too!".

It was certainly something totally unexpected for Jongho. Although the thought of his son indirectly telling him that he felt lonely at home worried him for a moment, the sight of the smiling kid quickly dispelled all those worries. His little boy just wanted a playmate at home like he had at school and in the park.

"Fine. We'll see if we give you a sibling, okay?" Your son nodded enthusiastically at his father before going to the dining table, leaving both Jongho and you alone in the living room "That was a maybe for a second baby?" You asked him with something like hope shining in your eyes and that was when Jongho remembered hearing you say how much you wanted a second child when you were on the phone, talking to a friend.

If both his son and wife wanted to expand the family, he only could please them so, standing up from his seat, Jongho approached you, stopping in front of you with both hands in the pockets of his trousers "We'll see. We can try as many times as you want but I don't control biology, jagi" and he left you there with a blush on your cheeks, clearly having taken the hint in his words, going to the dining table too with a big smile on his lips.

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comflexxed · 2 days ago

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june let out a quiet breath, his chest tightening with something tender, something overwhelming. the way hans spoke — so sure of himself, so full of conviction — made his throat feel tight with emotion. there was nothing hesitant in hans’s words, no wavering in his belief that their love was worth documenting, worth preserving, worth carrying forward for the children they would one day have. and maybe that was what undid june the most.

hans had already seen their future so clearly, had already mapped out the pieces of their life together with such certainty. not just their love, not just their wedding, but everything — the home they had built, the flowers they had planted, the children they would raise together. he wasn’t just imagining it. he was writing it into existence with every word he spoke. and june—who had once struggled to believe in the permanence of anything, who had never been given reason to trust that love could last — was suddenly standing in the middle of a life that hans had built for them, solid and unshakable.

his hands tightened around hans’s, his fingers curling instinctively around his husband’s as if to ground himself in the moment. “we really have started writing it already, haven’t we?” he murmured, his voice softer, more contemplative. his lips quirked slightly, something almost disbelieving. “i spent so long time thinking love only about grand gestures. about proving something, about fighting for something.” he exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “but with you, i’ve more than that. it’s in the quiet things. it’s in the way we feed each other breakfast in the morning, the way we plant flowers together, the way you hold my hand like you never want to let go.”

his grip on hans’s hands tightened, his gaze never wavering. “that’s what i want to write about. not just the milestones, not just the big moments—but the quiet, everyday love that makes up the life we’re building together. i want our children to know that love isn’t just something you say, it’s something you do.” his thumb brushed absently over the back of hans’s hand as he let the thought settle between them.

his smile softened as he let the teasing fall away, his hands squeezing hans’s just a little tighter. “but more than anything… i want them to know how much i love you. how much i will love you, for the rest of my life.” his voice dipped lower, steadier, as he leaned in, his forehead brushing against hans’s. “because that’s the part of our story that will never change.”

and with that, he kissed him — soft and slow, like a promise.

hans waited with bated breath until june spoke at last, and when he finally did, hans broke into a smile. the way his words caught, the way he laughed quietly, and the way he whispered softly, it all told hans that he could see it too, how this would be something they could give to their children, make it a family tradition they could hold on dearly.

his eyes soft and filled with the possibilities of capturing their love in the pages of a book, he leaned into june’s touch, letting june’s familiar warmth against his cheek anchor him. “i would like the words to show how you make me feel like the luckiest person in the world too. i think we always see each other in such a beautiful light, all of it has to be captured in writing,” he said with quiet resolve.

it was starting to piece together in his mind, and the documentation required by the old lady would fit in perfectly with this plan. “we can talk about how we built our home. from the very first piece of item be bought together, to how it would be when the book is finished.” he broke into a grin, his eyes never leaving june’s. “and because we have already started documenting, that means we have already started writing.”

hans felt invigorated by the idea, as if all the hard work they had been putting in these past few days were all leading up to this, and more hard work in the future would only be welcomed with the same openness. he closed his eyes briefly as june kissed his forehead, letting the press of his lips to his skin be the anchor that hans needed to keep his mind from going several steps forward with the plan. they would get to it, but right now, in the moment, he was with his husband, and they were wrapped up in this feeling.

“you really do inspire me, every day,” he whispered softly, his eyes searching june’s once more as he opened them, those solemn eyes looking back at him making him feel important and treasured. “i will make sure to write about all of that as well."

he reached out to hold both of june's hands, holding each one tightly in his. "i can read it to you once we’re done, and we can read it to our children together. we’ll talk about how we planted the flowers for our wedding day, how we had our wedding day and then had them. how they figured into our life like corner pieces to a puzzle we were solving together.”

the words flowed so easily that hans felt like he was already writing in the air around them, filling their surroundings with his thoughts, and it would only be a matter of arranging them onto the pages. he smiled, as if he could see the words weaving together into sentences, each touch and each kiss serving as punctuation marks for their story.

#[ 04 ] ─ * knight verse { wear my loyalty like a crown }

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whiskis · 3 days ago

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The commander's mate (part 1?)

A/N: Two SFW stories in a row, sorry, my brain is not really horny this week. That said, part 2 of this lil snippet everyone loved, enjoy!

Alien x fem!reader|| SFW, hurt/comfort || tw: kidnapping

"You are going to take the million and shut up if you don't want your brain blown for keeping a commander's mate imprisoned on a pet shop," he replied, his gun already out as your brain spiraled with the info he just let out.

What did he mean by “mate”? Did aliens talk in Australian lingo? You highly doubted that, and your brain was already scrambling to get a response. Maybe… Maybe your monsterfuckery books weren’t so wrong after all, maybe he was talking about that kind of mate. But that couldn’t be, could it? There was no way you got kidnapped from earth and thrown into a monster pet shop just for an alien to find you and claim you as his mate. That couldn’t be possible. Your life wasn’t like that…

It was a dream. That was it. Everything you just saw and experienced was a dream. You didn’t get kidnapped. You didn’t wake up on a pet cage with a very angry gobling-pet-store-owner screaming at you in a language you didn’t understand. Nope. A dream. That explained it. That explained everything.

You pinched your side and pressed your eyes shut tightly. Wake up, wake up, wake up… You repeated to yourself over and over.

A warm big hand touched your bicep and you almost shoot into the stratosphere when you jumped up, scared. You opened your eyes in a rush and found the alien staring back at you, his eyes tender. “Little human, it’s time to go.” His voice was a lot sweeter than before, equally deep, but soothing in a way.

Your scared brain couldn’t work properly and a thousand questions piled in the front of your mind, but the first that escaped your mouth was: “How do you know my language?” He didn’t have an accent, but you knew he didn’t learn English at school like you did.

He covered your hand with his much bigger one, he was crouching in front of the cage, but still towered over you by far. “I’ve been to earth many times, little human,” he explained. He was rubbing soothing circles over the back of your hand, and your body was slowly melting.

It ached, you ached, to be closer to him. But you denied yourself of that, you didn’t understand what your body was feeling, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something. Even if that syndrome was bullshit and he wasn’t the one who kidnap you.

“Why?” You asked. You didn’t exactly know about what you were asking, you only knew… need. Need like no other. To know. To meet. To touch. It was driving you slowly made not to be as close to him as possible. You crawled to him, and he helped you out of the cage, but you were still on the floor as he crunched next to you.

“Political affairs. I know your world leaders very well,” he said with a chuckle, his mouth tilting in something that (you hoped) was a try to smile but looked more like a grimace. That only answered part of your confusion, but at last it was something.

“Who are you?” You finally let out, your brain clearing enough to question him on the important part. Being closer to him made your mind clearer, and that should scare you. But it didn’t, you couldn’t be scared when he was so close.

“I am the commander of the intergalactic alliance,” he let out in a formal tone, just to go back to his shooting one when he added: “and I’m your mate, my lovely human.”

“Like the Australians?” You asked, trying to make sense of something.

He laughed, throwing his head back and arching his neck in a way that made your mouth water to bite him. Where the fuck did that thought come from? You stepped closer, his body so close to yours that you could feel the heat emanating from his colorful skin.

“No, little human. Not like the Australians,” and that was everything he said as he took your hand, and helped you up, leading you away from the creepy monster pet shop.

A/N: Reminder that you can read all my other stories back in @monstersflashlight (all organized in this masterlist), thanks for reading!

#alien #alien x reader #alien x human #alien x you #monster #monster fucker #monster imagine #monster x human #teratophillia #monster x reader #terato #monster boyfriend #monster love #monster kink #monster lover #monster romance #monster x you #monsterfucker #alien boyfriend

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ekkkkey · 3 days ago

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there will be games! (chapter II)

summary: Cassandra, a quiet and loyal wife to the much older Senator Tiberius, accidentally attracts the unsettling attention of Emperor Caracalla at a lavish feast hosted by Senator Thraex...

warnings: 18+ minors dni, noncon, dub-con, non-consensual drug use, when the emperor is a bit insane, mommy issues, daddy issues, every kind of issues—this little shit has them all (he’s so cute)

word count: 5k words

chapter I

«No woman could feel safe if her beauty or name aroused the emperor's curiosity.»

-Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars (Caligula, Chapter 36)

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She didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to leave their room, all she wanted was to go home. Not to their new villa in Rome, not even to her husband's old house. Cassandra longed for her childhood home, with her father and sisters, where she could always be the little girl.

"You're an early bird today," Tiberius said, waking and stretching towards her.

Her heart skipped, her palms sweaty with worry.

"Those who apologize properly deserve forgiveness, don't they, little bird?" - another voice, deceptively tender but promising nothing good, echoed in her mind.

Cassandra wrapped herself tighter in the sheet, licking her lips, hiding her body from her husband, not wanting his touch.

"I slept poorly. And I don't feel well. When will we return home?"

Tiberius got up, his brief morning tenderness replaced by his usual sour mood.

"When the games end. Not before. I've got business."

Normally gentle and shy, she never argued with him, but this time, she tossed the sheet aside and jumped up, chasing after him, desperate to talk face-to-face. Her hands shook. She pictured herself – pale, nervous, dark circles under her eyes, hair a mess, more like a madwoman than a loving wife. Ashamed of her sudden anger, Cassandra covered up again.

"I feel awful, I'm nauseous, could it be a child, Tiberius?" she tried to elicit some sympathy, pressing her hand to her stomach.

She couldn't stand another moment in the palace.

"Tell me, wife, what troubles you so much?" - he took a step forward. She had never truly feared him, but suddenly realized that after yesterday, both he disgusted her and she feared him. It was his fault! Everything that happened to her was his fault!

"I'm really not well."

"And where better than the emperor's palace to find a good physician?"

Realizing her words were futile, she slumped back on the bed's edge, and Tiberius knelt in front of her, resting his cheek against her leg.

"The emperor," he began, "Emperor Caracalla, he's ill. His mind is rotting, just like his body, so you won't find better physicians here. Should I call someone for you?"

Cassandra couldn't breathe, pulling away from her husband, standing up in a daze, not caring about her nudity. Even when servants walked in, she didn't cover up, lost in dark thoughts.

Emperor Caracalla's mind was afflicted by a disease? What kind of disease? She knew nothing about medicine and couldn't even guess. Did this make him more dangerous, or was his nature already cruel and violent? His smirking face flashed in her mind, his mood swings, his smile turning to a sneer...

Cassandra flinched when someone touched her from behind. She quickly scolded herself.

"Stop, he won't burst into your chambers while you're with your husband!" - she repeated, but she didn't believe it, if he wanted, he'd take her right in front of Tiberius, and no one would stop him.

She spent the entire morning trying to comfort herself, but her anxiety only grew. First, Tiberius noticed the purple bite on her skin. She managed to excuse it, saying he'd had too much wine and hadn't been gentle with her in bed. He believed her.

She was horrified again when the slave girls began to dress her.

"This isn't my clothing!" - the fabrics were too vivid and fine, and they...they smelled of aromatic oils and powder.

"Not yours, true, but we'll be here for some time, and until your clothes arrive from the villa, you need something to wear, don't you?" her husband murmured, looking at her like a piece of art. "You can't just walk around naked, can you?"

She would have preferred to parade through the palace entirely naked rather than willingly wear the clothes and jewels Caracalla had sent her, fully aware of how pleased he would be. Yet, the problem was, her nude debut would have left him equally pleased.

The stands were louder than ever, and only when they entered the imperial box did she understand why. The Colosseum was flooded!

They were late due to her distraction and sluggishness; if she had her way, they wouldn't have come at all, but there she was, seated behind Lucilla once again.

Despite the excitement of the ship battles, the clanging of metal, her eyes kept falling on the red-haired head before her.

Neither emperor acknowledged their arrival, too absorbed in the spectacle, and while Geta later gave her husband a nod of recognition, Caracalla didn't even turn around. Anger simmered in her chest. For him, last night was nothing, but for her...For her, it had haunted her all night and morning. All her thoughts were trapped in those wretched, humiliating moments.

Why did he seem to have forgotten while she, cursedly, remembered every touch? Remembered his hands were soft and hot, his scent sweet, almost intoxicating... And, of course, she remembered the bitter humiliation from his words, from how he touched her, and that Emperor Geta had watched it all.

Cassandra pressed hard on her palm where the wound was healing, trying to push away the memories. She wouldn't let him occupy her mind as well.

Yet, she couldn't relax, pandemonium broke out in the box when the ships came too close and an arrow hit the column between the emperors' chairs. The last thing she heard before Tiberius pulled her out was Emperor Geta's piercing scream.

The palace was buzzing with unbearable noise, the feast meant for evening had transitioned into the day, though the servants were not fully prepared.

Cassandra stood by a column, wine cup in hand. Her husband had left her again, off with General Acacius. The emperors were nowhere to be seen, nor were most of the Senate.

"How many do you think will be executed today?" she heard a quiet female whisper.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the emperor ordered all the gladiators on the field to be gutted," another voice answered, "you know how he is, insatiable!" A burst of giggling followed, and Cassandra stopped listening, embarrassed by the direction of their conversation.

She understood that for many, winning the emperors’ favor was a dream. But for her? She was a married woman who had spent her youth cultivating a sense of duty, loyalty, and responsibility. Why, then, had the gods abandoned her? Faithful and devoted as she was, they had thrown her to their earthly incarnations to be torn apart.

"More wine, domina?" a slave girl dutifully refilled her goblet.

The girl was young, dark-skinned, and beautiful, with large, intelligent eyes. Cassandra noticed the gilded collar around her slender neck and suddenly felt an invisible, soft, and hot hand squeezing her own throat. In a rush, she took a large gulp, wincing at the bitter taste, then handed the cup back.

"No more, thank you," she said, licking her lips nervously, knowing she wouldn't find peace in this cacophony.

"Are you not well, domina?" the girl asked, worry in her voice.

"I just...I need some time alone," she muttered quickly, stepping away from the column, only to stagger and clutch her head. What was happening to her?

"Do you want me to take you somewhere quiet, domina? You can rest and come back later," the girl didn't wait for an answer, guiding her by the elbow out of the room. Such audacity from a slave was unheard of, but Cassandra was too rattled and her head was spinning.

"Where are we going?"

They navigated past the throne room into a small, almost secretive chamber. The ceiling wasn't as high, the columns much less grand, the lighting dim and gloomy, and in the center stood a white altar, adorned with gold. In her parents' home, next to her room, there was a similar one, much more modest, of course, but dear to her heart, where she had prayed to her late mother.

"Wait outside," the words were both a sentence for her and an order for the slave.

She wanted to scream. Of course, he was here. No one was to be trusted, even the slave's kindness was a trap—cruel and painful. Was she truly nothing more than a prisoner here, a powerless plaything to entertain the young emperor?

Every time she saw him, he seemed like a different person. He was dressed in black and gold, with a golden laurel crown and an earring. Gold, gold, gold! She despised its gleam, for in it, she saw him.

Huddled against the wall, she stood frozen, afraid to move. The emperor did seem different this time—melancholic and contemplative. His pale eyes were unusually clear and sober as they met hers.

"What did you tell your husband?" His voice was different too: calm, measured. That made it all the more terrifying. Cassandra couldn’t read his mood from his face.

"Nothing, Caesar," she whispered, afraid to speak louder, as if his calm depended on it.

Caracalla turned to the altar, studying it as if seeing it for the first time. She held her breath, watching the golden laurel shimmer in the torchlight.

"Come closer."

His tone was pensive, his light brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. The moment she stepped closer, the emperor’s gaze shifted to her. It slid from her neck, lower, along the colorful tunic she wore.

"My mother used to wear this," he said. To her surprise, his right hand was bare of rings as he brushed the fabric over her chest lightly, almost tenderly. His eyes stayed locked on hers.

Though still afraid, it felt different from yesterday. Worse.

Why had he forced her to come here? Why had he dressed her in the clothes of his dead mother? Cassandra cast a desperate glance at the door, but he noticed immediately. The corner of his mouth twitched.

"She often came here," he continued, "prayed to the gods," his words were vague, her thoughts growing heavier, "do you pray often?"

"Yes, Emperor," she replied, though her mind was growing heavier, duller, as though lulled into a haze that numbed her fear.

"When was the last time?"

The conversation was bizarre, so unlike what had happened the night before. Feeling almost drunk, she answered without thinking, and that's when everything started to spiral.

"Today, when that arrow almost hit you," she said, breathing heavily, it was hot, like under the midday sun, "I prayed for the next one to hit."

Her tormented mind knew he would kill her now. That Caracalla would carry out his threats, destroy her and her family. But instead, he laughed.

Grinning, he patted her shoulder as if she’d told an excellent joke. Then the sharp pain of his hand striking her cheek brought her back to reality. He had slapped her! Tears welled in her eyes, her lips trembling, but she didn’t have time to cry. The emperor grabbed her face, squeezing her jaw painfully.

"You did drink it, didn't you? That wine they brought you?" Caracalla whispered, his voice low as he leaned closer, still holding her face. "Oh, you did! I can see it. Your dilated pupils, that empty stare, struggling to think straight, hard to control your tongue? I get it," in a mock tender gesture, he caressed the cheek he'd just slapped, "for those words, your pretty head should be on a spike outside the palace, shouldn't it? But you know the rules, if you apologize properly, I forgive."

With his thumb, he drew circles on her reddened cheek, moved to her lips, tracing their outline, forcing her to open her mouth by pressing down.

"You understand now, don’t you? The aphrodisiac in the wine you drank," he pushed his finger inside, making her lips encircle it, "I wanted to play differently, but..." his face twisted with anger, "everything went terribly wrong."

Her already rapid heartbeat quickened further, she whimpered helplessly, wanting to cry. He had made her take the drug and was now exploiting her helplessness, shamelessly tormenting her mouth.

"You should say thank you, shouldn’t you? Or did you enjoy last night more? Shall I call my brother?" he chuckled, once again reverting to his usual self.

Caracalla released her face but immediately pinned her against the altar, tilting his head up and gazing at her from beneath his lowered lashes, as if admiring her, smiling.

The torchlight reflected in his eyes, his tongue flicked between his red lips in anticipation. His hand caressed her shoulder, then he removed the pin holding the fabric.

"Did the old senator fail to notice that his dear little wife isn't really his anymore?" he sneered, his fingers trailing down to the mark he'd bitten into her skin the night before, pressing down, aiming to cause as much discomfort as possible. Caracalla's breath grew heavier, his eyes followed every flicker of emotion on her face, every slight movement she made.

"I told him it was his fault... that he drank too much..." The confession fell from her lips without thought, her mind too clouded to hold it back.

"Ah! How unfortunate, and once again, the Senate takes credit for the emperor's work! But you'll comfort me, won't you?" His lips were so close, she felt his hot, uneven breath, saw his pupils, as black as hers, the smeared shadows making his eyes feverishly gleam with madness. Her gaze only darted down to his lips for a moment... and he pressed against her, pulling her into a kiss.

His hands seize her waist, gripping and tormenting, not just her body but her very soul. If she could cry, she would, but there's no energy left, only his greedy, hot mouth. To her, a kiss was something far more intimate, far more sacred than carnal union, promising tenderness and love...And even that he steals from her, kissing her shamelessly, wetly, pressing so hard she feels his hardness against her thigh.

"Let's continue our lovely conversation," he pulls back, his mouth trailing down to her neck, kissing and biting, "tell me, did Tiberius ever get you this wet?" His hand slides between her legs, rubbing through the fabric. "Even once?"

"No," she whimpers, trying to close her legs.

"Keep acting innocent, and I'll call the Praetorians to keep your legs spread wide, is that what you want?" his rough whisper burns her ear, his earring brushing her lips.

Cassandra shook her head, public humiliation was something she couldn't handle.

"Good. Obedient and well-behaved, just as a respectable matron should be," he purrs, his hand lazily caressing, more relishing her embarrassment than her body, "if you want, you can call me your husband!"

His sharp laugh slices through the narrow room.

"Undress," he commanded, his laughter gone, "I'm not going to fuck you in my mother's clothes, am I?"

She thought after all the pain, the threats, the violence, he couldn't hurt her more, but each time, it still cuts deep. With trembling hands, she hurriedly sheds her tunic, then her undergarments, laying them out as treasures, while he watches. His gaze is fixed, nostrils flaring, Cassandra sees him stroking himself under his tunic. Her cheeks burn, her clouded mind finally grasps it - he's going to take her right here, in this holy place, before ancestors and gods. Her soul will be damned, even in death!

"Touch yourself, feel how wet you are," his voice is husky, breathless, "you should be grateful to me for that, shouldn't you? That's what I've been talking about."

Head bowed, she slides her fingers between her legs, horror dawning as she realizes he's right. But why? The drug? The notion that he aroused her with his aggressive kisses, his sharp bites, his lewd whispers, she dismisses in disgust. She didn't want him, she hated him!

Seeing her shock, Caracalla broke into a smile, fully aware of her thoughts. Abandoning his arousal, the emperor circled her nipple with his thumb, watching it harden under his touch.

"It's not surprising your husband doesn't stir your passions, look at yourself," his hand traces down her body, over her breasts, stomach, to her mound, pausing again between her legs, "you're more his daughter than his wife!"

His fingers gather her moisture, rubbing, making her despise her body's response.

"So, will you take your emperor?" he asks, not for permission but to keep the game going.

She can only nod, there's no other choice.

"Say it out loud," Caracalla whispers raggedly, pushing his fingers deep inside her. Now she understands why he took off his rings.

"Yes, Caesar, I'll take whatever you give me," with those words, the last vestiges of her pride are smashed, her genuine compassion and naivety destroyed.

He takes her with a sudden, harsh thrust, only to slow down to a lazy, almost indulgent rhythm. The air is stifling, hot; sweat drips down her thighs. The only sounds are the crackle of the torch, his ragged breathing, and the vulgar, wet slaps of skin meeting skin.

As if to disgrace her further, he grips the back of her neck, forcing her to look into his eyes as he picks up the pace again. Here he is—the protector and father of his people—bestowing his gifts. He's still clothed, no need to undress; the chain around his neck jingles with each movement, his crown slipping forward.

"Doesn’t this feel good, sweetling? Don’t you feel good?"

"Cassandra," she whispers, "my name is Cassandra."

He stops, looking at her with surprise, as if seeing her for the first time.

"Is it really that important for me to know your name, Cassandra?" he teases, playfully biting her earlobe. "Has the little wife fallen in love?"

How could he think that? Anger surges within her. Her attempt to claim some dignity crumbles! But her thoughts vanish as he thrusts into her sharply, fully, making her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders. It’s the first time she’s touched him willingly. Her simple gesture spurred him on even more, forcing a quiet whimper from her as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"Next time your senator fucks you, think of me, little bird, understand?" his whisper turns into a moan. She's mesmerized by his parted red lips, his light lashes fluttering, his chest heaving. A few rough thrusts later, his grip on her waist loosens, and his seed floods within her.

He lets her go, adjusting his clothes, his breathing still heavy, but his gaze has changed. Having gotten what he wanted, Caracalla loses interest.

"If you're lucky, my seed will take root, and you'll give your husband an heir!" he chuckles, playfully flicking her nose as if she were a pet. "The wench will help you dress, don't forget, there’s a feast to attend!"

Caracalla leaves her, trembling, bare, and shattered. Tears finally come, and without strength, she slides down the wall, hugging herself. The worst is the sticky feeling between her thighs he left behind. If she were to conceive...

"Domina, you shouldn't sit like this, please stand, I'll help you," the slave girl who brought her here shows no emotion, no trace of sympathy in her eyes.

"Leave me!"

"Staying here is not an option, one must respect the dead," the girl nods at the inscription on the altar.

"Lucius Septimius Severus"

He had defiled her beside his father's ashes! Now, she lets her sobs escape freely.

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