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leafostuff · 4 months ago

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Messes in Distress [Ft. Weeekly Jihan and Zoa]

Tags: BFH, 'Besties'!Zoa&Jihan, No plot all horny, Threesome, Double thigh riding, Double boobjob, Blowjob, Dirty talk, Fingering, Surprise Creampie, Anal, Pussy licking/eating, Mutual orgasm. no beta we die like man

Author's Note: as my august release i have to say: this is the filthiest fic I have ever written, throughout the entire writing process (which only took me two days) I have constantly felt both horny for those two gorgeous girls, but also inspired to keep writing and not stopping at anything.

as its also quite apperant, this is my first ever threesome smut, which I had tons of fun to write, so I do hope you will enjoy reading this fic that I worked very hard on.

PS: yes this was the post that I quickly deleted and responded with "YALL SAW NOTHING", my hand slipped on the post note lol

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This party never looked as colourful and vibrant as it is right now.

Or maybe its just the rave lights Jeonghoon, your best friend installed for his house party. After all of the finals you had to suffer this semester, a proper party is really what you needed, especially in such a big house like his which has more than enough space to party just in the backyard.

But back to what you were saying, there is so much for you to see from you view at the barstool chair. From the football players swimming inside, the cheerleaders eyeing them from the other edge of the pool, probably gossiping about the latest drama or whatnot, some frat boys drinking their 7th shot of the night while dancing to the DJ's (yeah your friend also hired a DJ for the party) music like there is no tommorow, and while some may look at this and call it anarchy, you find it quite enjoyable looking at it.

Then you see them

Two girls, one blondie, the other black haired, neither you have seen before (maybe you seen the blonde one in your 2 am walks back to your dorm, fetching groceries? Eh you don't really know), both of them wearing white tops that expose their bellies and denim blue jeans, both tailored to show their curves from head to toe.

They both look happy, eyes closed while both their bodies sensually move to the rhythm of the music. It's hard not to shift your focus to them, the way their bodies stand closer than usual while they look into each other ,how they lean their faces closer, engaging in a short kiss, or how-

Realize that the black haired girl caught your eyes, the blonde girl joins her, both smiling while their eyes wander downward.

you are a bit puzzled until you look down and realize; your pants now form a visible tent. You try to look away but its too late.

the two girls now exchange a look between each other before leaving the dance floor and heading toward you, their smiles are those of good girls, however you could feel their intentions are anything but.

Eventually they both stand in front of you, meanwhile

"You are Jeonghoon's friend, right?" The blonde asks, her voice softer than you thought.

"Uhhh...yeah? Why?"

"Great" the black haired girl joins the conversation. "We need a favor" she adds, her smile is even brighter than before.

"Sure" you answer, a bit confused "What favor you two need?"

They both grin widely before the blonde speaks again. "A BIG favour..." You could feel her fingers travel upward across your left thigh.

Meanwhile her friend leans her face to your right ear while her fingers mimic her friend's movement but on your right thigh and then her hand finds itself on your currently hard clothed member.

"A favour...only YOU can help us with..." She whispers in your ear.

Take a look at the two girls again, they are even prettier from close as each feature that you saw back then is now presented to you at high definition. From their silky and smooth hair, eyes that look like trouble but you are still in place as if you are frozen and their chests that look a size bigger than what you thought they were.

Their smiles which you could swear you could see them licking their lips.

Their soft, luscious looking red coloured lips that are oh so inviting...

You are not sure if the alcohol is talking right now but honestly, you don't care anymore. "Sure, I don't mind helping you two with your...favor".

The girls' smiles grow wider as you stand up from the barstool, take each one's hand and lead them inside the house and upstairs, thank god everyone else is outside.

"i never really got you two’s name" you said, navigating through the halls of the 2nd floor until eventually you find the door to Jeonghoon's room, but just as your hand gets close to the knob the two girls pin you to the wall, the black haired girl attached her mouth to your neck, alternating between licks, kisses and bites causing you to moan lightly.

Meanwhile the blonde puts her lips on you, engaging in a steamy makeout session while her tongue grazed against your teeth, as if asking for access to your mouth which you humbly accept. It's hypnotic how her sweet lips feel on yours, how her tongue explores inside your mouth, how as soon as she finds your own she initiates a sensual dance of tongues causing both of you to quietly moan.

You both eventually part lips, gasping for air, take a look at one you just kissed, her blonde hair now looks messier than it was when you first met her.

"heh...that was good" she speaks between pants, "anyways, i am Jihyo, and the one who is opening your jeans down there is Hyewon" look down, she already finished popping the last button, leaving you only in briefs.

"Well what are we waiting for, lets get inside" you say, the two girls giggle cutely while you open the room.

in the middle of the room is a king sized bed, big enough to have the three of you on it with pillows on the gar edge of the bed. The two girls lightly push you into the bed before joining you as each one straddles herself on each thigh of yours while their hands work together to take your shirt off your body, throwing it somewhere.

Now the three of you are in a loop.

Starting with Hyewon capturing your lips with hers while her hands rest on the left side on your chest l, admiring both your chest and abs. At the same time Jihyo latches her lips on the right side of your neck, delivering kisses from your shoulder all the way to your earlobe, there eliciting an audible moan directly to your ear before going back to her masterful attack of your neck, meanwhile her left hand wraps around your cock, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to get you harder as fast as possible.

Both of them also start to move their bodies back and forth on each of your thigh, letting you feel their friction getting you closer and closer to your first orgasm.

Suddenly, a switch; now Hyewon does Jihyo's job and vice versa, during those loops, your hands go each one to another girl, appreciating their bodies from their soft bellies all the way to their slander backs, then groping one breast of each girl causing both to gasp in surprise.

Eventually after enough back and forth of them pleasuring you, it gets harder for them to continue rubbing your cock as now they leave your lap, with both of their hands on the hem of your boxers. With perfect timing they pull it down, letting your cock pop out of your cock prison, leaving you the first one being fully naked.

"Wow...unnie, its so big" Hyewon says, looking at your member that is covered with some of your precum with excitement,

"Yes baby...he is so big, and all of it...for us" Jihyo responds, leaning into her friend's lips and pecks her lips lightly.

"I do think its a bit unfair i am the only one naked here" you mention the inequality.

"you are right Oppa" Hyewon replies, "i saw you staring at our tits, when we danced outside" she adds, leaving jihyo with a pretend surprise face.

"Is that so baby..." she questions her best friend before turning her eyes to you "Would you like to fuck them first?" the question might as well be rethoric as without any doubt you say.

"I would gladly want that"

"Then let us get started" Jihyo exclaims, letting you inch your body toward the edge of the bed. Meanwhile she goes behind Hyewon, hands grabbing the hem of her best friend's top, slowly pulling in an attempt to tease you slowly about each part of Hyewon's ample breasts, covered in a lacy purple bra until finally the top is completely off causing her tits to slightly bounce at the recoil, the piece of clothing is thrown at one of the pillows.

Now it's Jihyo's turn to discard her top, this time without any teasing, knowing you can't wait anymore for the show to begin as now she joined her friend being topless, only with a black bra as the wall between your eyes and her nipples.

back at Hyewon, she is now popping each button of her jeans while looking straight at your eyes, biting her lip in arousal and winking to you. Look down and see that her matching purple panties have a wet spot in the middle, making it clear to you that she is excited, and that she is waiting.

And she is not the only one as Jihyo also started quickly working on her own jeans, exposing her black panties and leaving the two girls only with their underwear, both their eyes and panties glistening in what can only be described as excitement.

It's sinful how they are both looking at your cock lustfully like it's their favorite meal waiting to be devoured, how they both kneel down to each side of your thigh while their face get closer to their prized possession.

How they both look at you with innocent eyes one last time before defying it forever.

The scene beneath you is filthy; two girls, both equally as gorgeous and sexy, engaging in a full on makeout session, loudly exchanging saliva with the tip of your cock in between receiving the leftovers. Both of their busts envelop the base, moving up and down, left and right in the rhythm of the kiss, even your balls are not left unsatisfied as both their underboobs take care of that part.

"Fuck...girls..." you mutter, only a minute passed and you are already in a haze, looking at the white ceiling, gripping the sheets of the bed to try and gain some semblance of control. You can't help yourself as you release an audible moan, making sure they know how good they make you feel.

"Unnie...I'm getting wet..." The black haired girl whined, pulling away from Jihyo's lips with an audible 'pop', panting to catch her breath before leaning back into the kiss

"me too baby," she breathily mumbles between kisses. "just a couple more seconds, i can feel him getting close ...".

eventually the first round of the white liquid came out, glazing both of their lips and tongues however they dont stop, even when some of your cum falls inside their mouth they continue, mixing both of their saliva with your cum, making both of their face messier by the second.

More cum erupts from your cock, painting the two girl's faces, some even get on their bras as you can feel yourself relieved with each string you shoot, soon enough the two girls release from their makeout session and rise up to sit on the edge of the bed, finally letting your cock rest, but not for long.

"Oh…you are still hard Oppa..." Hyewon exclaimed, cleaning some of your cum on her face before slightly pushing you closer to the middle of the bed, her previously innocent looking smile now has changed into a slutty grin.

“Let me help you”

You don't even need words to show you agree as now hyewon hands go behind her back, letting an audible click be heard as her bra falls onto the bed, giving you a front view of her now hardened nipples.

Jihyo, seeing what her bestie is planning, quickly unclasped her bra as well and throwing it somewhere. Then they both, at the same time take their hands to their panties, quickly lowering them down their thighs, to their legs and then out of their bodies, finally joining you in being fully naked

Just the sight of the two girls' boobs being shown to you in their full glory and the way both of their neatly shaven pussies are leaking is enough to get your throat dry, unable to mutter a single word and only stare at them in awe.

Then, their second round of pleasure begins

Hyewon now leans down toward your shaft, letting her slender finger pump you one last time before her luscious lips envelope around the tip of your cock.

Her first slurp is enough to get you to moan loudly and move your head back in pleasure, then she starts moving her lips up and down at a steady pace, making sure every movement is audible with slurps, licks and everything in between. It's even worse when you see how her deer-like eyes stare directly into yours.

You are surprised to see how big her mouth is, as even though a lot of your cock is inside her mouth, she is still able to take more. Eventually your tip reaches the back of her throat, now deepthroating you

“She is taking you sooo well, isn't she?” You didn't notice when Jihyo snaked behind you, her tits on your back while her hands glide around your pecs. her cloudy lips delivering sweet pecks to your neck and ear as only after processing all of the senses that she delivers you manage to get a small nod and mumble a small “ngh”

She cutely laughs at your attempt at her response. “I bet her lips feel so sweet on your big, thick cock” she whispers directly into your left ear, not expecting a seemingly sweet, adorable girl like her to speak such filth but for some reason, it excites you.

“I can't wait for you to fill both of our good girls holes with your thick, warm and sticky cum, letting you fuck us like your little slu-OH FUCK” but enough is enough as you finally lose your temper, silencing Jihyo by pushing your two left fingers into her wet pussy, your right hand starts groping one of her boobs while your lips connect with her own.

you three are now a mess.

You have Hyewon, her mouth fully coating your hardened shaft with saliva while her hands work diligently to massage your balls and inner thighs. Her eyes aroused by seeing you, fingering and groping her best friend to the points she stop messaging you with her right hand to finger herself to not leave herself out of the pleasure.

You have Jihyo, her eyes closed shut, lost in the sheer amount of pleasure she receives and gives to you, each time your lips leaves her for attacking her neck she shouts a symphony of moans, but not for long before you continue to kiss her again

And then there’s you, feeling like the star of a porn video with two incredibly hot girls. Which you have never met before and now they are naked, hungry for your cock while you fuck them in various ways.

The only way you can describe this moment the three of you are sharing at the moment is heaven in hell.

“I AM SO CLOSE OPPA,” Jihyo shouts into the air, feeling her climax getting closer with each passing second. Yours is also not so far behind, as the suction of Hyewon's lips is driving you crazy.

However just as you were about to release your load into her throat, Hyewon swiftly lets her mouth out of your cock without any gag, she rises from her prone position and hovering closely above your cock, before quickly saying.

“I'm safe”

“Huh? What are you-OH FUCK” You dont have time to react as the deer-eyed slut impales her slick yet tight pussy directly on your dick, you could swear you see tears in her eyes from the pain she is feeling but its quickly replaced with tears of joy, signaling you that she wants this.

“UGHHH, YES” She curses loudly after the first explosion of cum erupts inside her. Then quickly comes the second, the third and even the forth, each pump gets Hyewon to a level of ecstasy she never felt before as she rolls her eyes backwards and lets her tongue hang out of her mouth while her orgasm flows onto the base of your dick.

At the same time your fingers also get coated by Jihyo's own fluids, moaning unintelligible words but it was clear that she was enjoying every second of her high. Eventually your mutual orgasm comes to an end, as you all fall into the bed, both girls on different sides while you are in between them.

For a moment the surrounding goes silent. No club music from outside the house, no chatter from drunk university students, the only sounds the three of can comprehend are each other’s synced up breathing, attempting to recover from your lust-filled haze. Finally, Hyewon gathers enough strength to talk.

“Oppa…are you…done” a breathy question came from her mouth as for the first time tonight, her eyes looked at yours with pure innocence.

You can't help but giggle at her question and lean forward to peck her lips. “I think with sexy you two are…i dont think i will ever be done” you respond.

“Oh, That's great to hear Oppa…” Jihyo interrupted your small talk with her friend. Take a look at her, her hair messy and ruffled, her entire body filled with a mixture of sweat and cum.

“Because…i haven't got your cum inside me yet…” she adds, her hands now go to her hair, smoothing it from any random strands and then parting it in the middle, creating two symmetrical ponytails from each side of her head.

“But…” another pause as she turns herself face down, letting herself gain control as she raises her body up while keeping her arms and knees on the mattress, her soft and curvy ass pointed up and directly at you before saying.

“I want it in my ass”

And just like that, you could feel yourself getting hard at the view, it's not hard to see how Jihyo's pussy is still wet and is leaking on the sheets, telling you that she is ready for her turn, but before you cave in to her request, her eyes turn toward Hyewon.

“Baby…i want to eat you out, i bet Oppa’s cum tastes as sweet as i think…” She gestures to her best friend, quickly Hyewon shifts in front of her face, sitting in a way that gives easy access to her pussy for Jihyo.

Realize that Jihyo's two ponytails are your handles, you grab each one with your hand, the blonde girl looks back at you one last time with a wide smile and shining eyes, signaling to you that she is ready for you.

And with that out of the way, you begin.

Starting a chain reaction, you pull both of Jihyo's ponytails and slam your cock deep into her asshole. In response, she elicits a moan but quickly she inches her tongue toward Hyewon’s entrance licking out some of your cum that was left over which causes Her to clamp her soft and meaty thighs around her best friend’s head and join Jihyo with her moans.

“Fuck, unnie…it feels so good” The deer-eyed girl moaned, quickly getting aroused again seeing her best friend eat her out while being pounded by you from behind.

“I know ugh baby…he ugh is so deep inside ugh my ass” Jihyo tries to mumble to her friend in between pounds from you and licks from her. Meanwhile, you are silent, lost in the cloudy haze of pleasure from how tight her ass is, only sometimes releasing a groan.

Eventually you start increasing your pace, and it seems that Jihyo’s enjoys it, mostly by the fact that she also starts moving her butt toward your dick, letting you hear breathy moans such ‘yes’ or ‘more’ while still having the energy to pleasure Hyewon, who was holding her best friend's head close to her pussy in order to get eaten out more often.

As you start feeling yourself getting closer to your ends, you mutter loudly. “Shit girls, I am gonna cum”.

“Load it in her ngh ass Oppa” Hyewon managed to respond, struggling to not vocalize her pleasure. “I bet my cock-slut unnie would love getting filled by your thick cum, just like you did to my pussy” she dirty talks, getting you one step closer to where they both want you.

“YES, PLEASE OPPA” Jihyo loudly moans while turning her face back to you. “CUM INSIDE ME, FILL MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR COCK, AS MUCH AS YOU WANT”.

And then, you finally cave in to their requests as for the final time of the night, your cock shoots one last string of cum into Jihyo's ass, one last Lick of Jihyo's tongue into Hyewon’s Cunt and one time where Hyewon clamps her thighs on Jihyo’s head the three of you moan from the sheer pleasure that overwhelms your bodies and then you all fall into the bed.

Once again the room is quiet, no one dares mutter a word, you all have enough strength to just look at each’s now with tired yet happy eyes.

And in your mind, only one thought pops in your head, and you know that both Hyewon and Jihyo were thinking about the same thing as well.

“Best. Sex. Ever”

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Started writing in 6/8/2024

Finished writing in 7/8/2024

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wcbblife · 6 months ago

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You & Me

a/n: finally finished my pazzi draft yall... hope you enjoy

Warnings: kinda nsfw at the end so read at your own risk.

Summary: Paige can't help but get a little a jealous when she sees Azzi with another man. So, she decides to talk to her.

Paige knew it wasn’t her place. It really wasn’t.

But she couldn't suppress the ugly feeling tugging at her heart as she watched Azzi double over in laughter while talking to someone—a freshman—from the men’s team. The way Azzi's fingers lightly caressed his bicep to stop the flow of jokes spilling from his lips. The way he smiled at her, letting his other hand land on top of hers.

It was only when Aubrey nudged her shoulder and whispered, "You’re staring too hard, bro," that Paige finally broke out of her trance.

She knew she shouldn’t storm up to them and separate them with a nasty shove to the guy. She knew she should just sit tight and look pretty while the cameras were likely pointed toward her or the dancers in front of her. The nails on her hands were digging into her arm, no doubt leaving marks. She just couldn't tear her eyes away, no matter how hard she tried.

“What?” Paige cleared her throat, suddenly feeling shy. Her tough exterior would only get her so far with her best friend, who knew her too well.

“I said the three-point contest is about to start.” Aubrey snickered, walking away to join the blue team.

“Shut up,” Paige murmured, following closely behind. By the time she got together with her team, Azzi was lost in the sea of white and dark blue, and Paige had no way of knowing if the man was still close to her. She didn’t get any time to sit and think about it, being whisked around to get ready for the contest.

Almost immediately, she hears the sounds of the net swishing and the basketballs hitting the rims. After a bit, her eyes land on none other than Azzi. She watches closely as Azzi makes shot after shot with little to no problem, much to the amusement of the crowd. The smile on Azzi’s face after releasing the last ball makes Paige swoon, and she glances around, hoping that it would help the blood pooling in her cheeks to dissipate.

The only problem is that she sees Azzi moving back to let the next participant go, the man steps up to her, nudging her shoulder, and leaning down due to their significant height difference to whisper something. Paige knows it's a compliment or something along the lines of “I could never do that,” as she watches Azzi’s dimples just barely show.

The feeling gnaws even harder at Paige, causing her to drum her fingers impatiently against her thighs and her jaw to tighten. She can't help but notice how Azzi never moves away, and how they seem to brush against each other every time they sway side to side while waiting for the contest to finish.

Caroline walks up to them and starts a conversation, which—much to Paige’s relief—causes him to move away a bit. Azzi’s eyes move between the two before finally locking onto Paige, who is still staring. Azzi smiles at something Caroline says, licking her lips and fixing her pants, still zeroed in on Paige. This causes Paige’s heart to thrum uncontrollably in her ribcage, even when Azzi’s eyes go back to Caroline and the guy.

It knocks what little patience and focus Paige had straight out of her body.

“Dude! Seriously, how many times do I have to call you to stop gawking?” Aubrey stands in front of her with an incredulous smile. “Make it at least a bit less obvious, will ya?”

Paige lets out a breathy laugh, scratching her head. “I need to get outta here, bro.”

“Tell me about it,” Aubrey jokes back. “Might just walk right on out.”

“Yeah, right. And let Geno scream at us next practice? No thanks.”

Aubrey chuckles. “Hey, I’m not the one desperate to get outta here for their girl—” Paige cuts her off with a light nudge, causing Aubrey to burst into laughter.

“Stop it, dude.” Paige sulks, looking around for Azzi again, feeling her stomach drop at seeing her absent from her last spot.

“Relax. We’ll be done in a bit.”

Paige knew better. She knew it was in her best interest to heed Azzi’s warning of “don’t be so obvious in public.” She knew she should be on her best behavior with so many eyes on them, acting like they were nothing more than friends.

She also knew she shouldn’t feel so stupidly useless and jealous when Azzi talked to someone else because they weren’t officially a thing. They hadn’t slapped a title on it yet.

Ugh, she thought, as she smiled prettily for the group picture, wrapping a friendly arm around her teammates. Paige made a mental note to bring it up at a better time.

“Alrighty everybody,” a woman in the middle of the court chirped, “We’ve officially ended the first night! Make sure you exit in an orderly manner and we hope to see you next year.” The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and applause as the athletes started making their way out of the court and into the tunnels.

Paige made a beeline to her locker room, hoping to catch Azzi alone, but once she arrived, she found herself alone. One by one, her teammates trickled into the room—courtesy of Nika texting in their chat to meet there—and it wasn’t until Paige actually got up to search for Azzi that she found herself face-to-face with her.

Azzi was giggling when she entered, and Paige let out a breath of relief. Her hands fidgeted, muscles twitching under her skin to reach forward toward Azzi once she met her big brown eyes, but like she had done all night, she held herself back.

Instead, she walked wordlessly into the team huddle, her breath catching a bit as Azzi slotted herself right next to her, wrapping her hands around Paige’s waist. She tuned out the remainder of Geno’s speech as Azzi found the audacity to toy with the stretch band of her shorts, pulling on it. She slipped a finger into the edge of them, and when Paige looked over at her, she was smiling cheekily.

“Alright, now get out of here. I'm tired,” Geno ended his speech, and the girls screamed. Azzi dragged Paige into the team where they all did a short chant before finally walking out of the room.

Finally, they reached a quieter part of the complex. Azzi pulled Paige into an empty room, away from prying eyes.

As they made their way through the tunnels, Paige’s heart raced. The crowded hallways buzzed, and she tried to keep her cool.

Azzi stayed close, their fingers brushing every now and then, sending shivers down Paige’s spine.

She couldn’t wait to get a moment alone with her.

“Azzi,” Paige muttered.

“Yeah?” Azzi's eyes fluttered, looking up at Paige.

“We gotta talk.”

Azzi smirked, “We do?” she teased, stepping closer, her hand grazing Paige's arm. “What about?”

Paige's breath hitched. “You know what about.”

Azzi chuckled softly, leaning in until her lips were mere inches from Paige’s. “You always get so serious,” she whispered, her breath warm against Paige's skin. “Maybe I like seeing you like this.”

Paige's heart pounded, her resolve weakening by the second. “Azzi, please…”

“Please, what?” Azzi’s voice was low, almost a purr. She backed Paige against the wall, her hands sliding up Paige’s sides, sending shivers down her spine. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

Paige swallowed hard, her mind racing. “We need to figure this out,” she managed to say, though her voice wavered.

Azzi’s eyes softened for a moment before the teasing glint returned. “Okay, let’s figure it out,” she said, her tone playful. “But maybe we start with this.”

Azzi pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against Paige’s. “We’ll talk,” she promised, her voice a soft murmur. “But right now, let’s just enjoy this.”

Before Paige could respond, Azzi closed the distance, capturing Paige’s lips in a slow, tantalizing kiss. Paige's world tilted, the kiss overwhelming her senses completely as she melted into Azzi, her hands finally finding their way to Azzi’s waist, pulling her closer.

Paige nodded, her heart racing almost painfully in her chest. “Yeah,” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. “Let’s enjoy this.”

Azzi grinned, her fingers trailing lightly up and down Paige’s arms, knowing the blonde liked it a little too much. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be serious,” she teased. “I can’t help but want to mess with you a little.”

Paige felt a blush creep up her neck. “Azzi, come on…”

Azzi’s smile widened. “What? I’m just having a bit of fun. You like it, don’t you?” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear. “Admit it.” Her fingers slip under the hem of Paige’s shirt, tracing patterns on her skin.

Paige’s eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back. “Maybe,” she admitted reluctantly.

Azzi’s laughter was soft and warm. “Thought so.” She moved even closer, her body pressing against Paige’s.

Paige tried to steady her breath. “I didn’t like seeing you with that freshman,” She confessed softly, looking away.

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that what this is about? You were jealous?”

Paige's blush deepened. “Maybe.”

Azzi chuckled, her breath warm against Paige’s neck. “You don’t have to worry about him. He’s just a kid.” Her lips brushed Paige’s ear again. “Besides, I only have eyes for you.”

Paige's heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

“Really,” Azzi whispered, her lips trailing down to Paige’s collarbone. “You’re the one I want, Paige. Always have been.”

Paige’s breath got caught as Azzi’s lips met hers again, more passionately this time. The jealousy, the confusion, it all melted away. This was what she wanted, what she needed. And finally, they were on the same page.

Azzi, feeling the effect she had over Paige, decided to push a little further. “You know,” she murmured against Paige’s lips, “seeing you all worked up was kind of a turn-on.”

Paige’s eyes widened. “Azzi…”

“What?” Azzi’s grin was wicked at this point. “I like knowing no one else can have this kind of effect on you but me.”

Paige’s breath came faster, her pulse pounding in her ears. “You’re unbelievable.”

Azzi’s hand slid lower, making Paige gasp. “Admit it. You love it when I tease you.”

She could barely form words, her thoughts were a mush of everything. “I… I do,” she finally managed, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good girl.”

Paige was helpless to resist, surrendering completely to Azzi.

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ccscocoapuffs · 9 months ago

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Late Again- Johnny Silverhand Smut (March Madness Winner 2024)

The sun shined bright through the window of my small apartment in night city, mornings like this are the ones I could never take for granted. The view of night city despite this shitty apartment was one I don't think i could bare ever being away from. As I roll over a view I enjoy much more greets me.

"Good morning, Johnny" "....what time is it?" "9:45" "fuck....if it double digits I ain't waking the fuck up yet" "come on sleepy head, rogue has work for us this morning remember? you know how she hates it when we run late" "yeah yeah....five more minutes." "Johnny...come on we gotta go" I picked up and pillow and flopped it down on his head as I giggled at his irritated groan.

"if you're gonna make me get up can I atleast taste that pussy first?" "JOHNNY!" "What?! shits like coffee to me" "you're an idiot" "I didn't hear a no". Johnny quickly grabbed my hips and flipped me underneath him while he kissed down my neck onto my collarbone.

"Johnny we gotta...oh fuck" Johnny always had a way of going directly for that sweet spot on my neck that he knew makes me fall apart. Yet right now he knew exactly what he was doing by making us late. "I gotta deal for ya kid" "What's that?" "give me 20 minutes to fuck you into the mattress then we can still make it in time to go see rogue sense your so concerned about her yelling at us" "Fine but if we are late I'm gonna tell her it was your fault" "Just shut up and let me fuck you already".

Johnny slide his boxers off and started to slowly stroke himself with his precum leaking from his tip. I couldn't help myself from nearly drooling at the mere size of it. Johnny has always been a very big boy down below yet it never fails to surprise me every time I see it. He reaches forward with his right hand and rubs soft circles on my clit while his left hand reaches up to my neck. Damn how i love the cold sting of the metal against my burning skin. "You're fuckin soaked.....that all for me?" "yes.." "yes what?" "yes sir" "good girl..." Johnny leaned down spreading both my legs and place them on my shoulders before shoving his tongue into my soaked hole.

"Fuck! johnny!", Johnny continued to eat my soaked pussy like it was his last meal adding in his fingers in the process was no surprise as he loved to give me a little extra while he got his fix. "Fuck sweetheart you taste like fucking candy..." "mmmm johnny!" "thats it scream my name let the whole fucking building know whose fingers are in your pussy" "FUCK! please...please just fuck me already" "You want this cock princess?" "yes...please" "deal".

Johnny quickly adjusted himself before slamming into me without warning. "OH fuck!" Johnny's thrusts were relentless as usual yet I knew exactly what he was trying to do when he reached down and started to rub fast circles on my aching clit. "you gonna squirt for me, princess? hmm? you gonna soak the fucking sheets for me" "Fuck yes please Johnny Faster!" "yeah you like that? you like being my messy slut?" I felt the strong churning in my stomach as Johnny continuously quickened his pace. "Johnny.... gonna....im gonna!" "cum for me princess"

I most certainly didn't need to be told twice as I felt myself soak the sheets below as my orgasm rushed through my entire body. The overwhelming release almost made me drown out the sounds of Johnny's deep moan as he came inside me. "fuck.....princess so good for me" "Mmm thank you" "no thank you, baby best way to start the morning is with a pussy in your face" "dear god.." Just as Johnny leaned down to kiss my head the phone rang on the bedside table signaling to us both we were indeed once more late again.

"guess we're late huh?" "you're telling her why we are late, mr. i need my morning pussy" "i don't regret shit!". Though we may be late with Rogue again I can't help but hope I can wake Johnny up more often.

A/N: super simple Johnny smut for the March Madness poll #3 winner lemme know if yall wanna see more of Johnny in the future K BYEEEEEEE

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand smut #johnny silverhand #johnny silverhand x reader #cyber

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aquaquadrant · 1 year ago

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literally just zoomed through yalls htp au and i havent seen anyone talk about it but i find it SO interesting how Bravo, who is supposed to be the GOOD overworlder, is rather prideful and honestly just a dick while Tango, supposedly his EVIL counterpart, is just the sweetest guy. i cant imagine how Tango is derived from the worst parts of Bravo, if im understanding hels correctly. Tango is such a good person, while Bravo is rude to everyone with the worst attitude. it was just something i picked up so quickly. if the universe put him in hels in the first place, there must be a reason why the universe swapped his place with his overworld counterpart.

on another note! with the release of secret life, and what we've seen so far, how do you think htp!tango would fare in this new killing game? i cant help but imagine that with the entire gimmick being keeping secrets that he would be rather stressed, knowing he had hidden stuff from his friends already-- lying doesnt make him feel like a good person (but he isnt supposed to be that, some small part of him is whispering, knowing hes from hels, is all of the "bad" parts of bravo)

anyways! this is all i will be able to think of for the rest of the week /vpos and i hope you (and everyone who may be reading this at any given time) have a great rest of spooky month!

well THANK YOU this was a lovely message to receive, and i’m glad you’re enjoying the au ^^

i’ve talked a little bit about this here and there, but i’ll never pass up the chance to ramble more. there are a few key things about bravo and tango that make them different from the average overworld-hels pair.

ANALYSIS/RAMBLE BELOW

first off, most of what we’ve seen of tango has been set during double life, which is ten years after he escaped hels, so he’s had ten years of growth. we see very little of him before this, and in those scenes he’s got the benefit of being largely alone. the only player he interacts with is xisuma, who tango immediately realizes he needs to ‘trick.’ so his interaction with x in part one isn’t how tango would’ve interacted with virtually any other player in hels at that time.

we see from the flashback in part five that younger pre-hels tek tango was borderline feral- he chose to attack atlas on sight instead of trying to hide, or leave before he was seen, or even see why atlas was there. now, atlas wins him over fairly quickly because tango is young and naive and secretly craving positive interaction, but even in that brief interaction tango is a bit more prideful than his older self. that, of course, got beaten out of him at hels tek.

bravo, on the other hand, we follow closely during his ten years in hels. when he first arrives in part two, he’s a little snide and privately judgemental, sure, but he starts out perfectly decent towards timmy. he tries to maintain that civility and ‘niceness’ as he interacts with more and more hels players, but gradually loses his willpower as he gets beaten down and frustrated, even losing his temper. and after he fully snaps and gets his first kills, he all but abandons the notion of being ‘nice’, though privately he still thinks of himself as inherently better than hels players (atlas’s manipulation certainly doesn’t help matters, either).

but perhaps the biggest point is to look at what traits tango actually got from bravo, and that would be his rage. bravo is most similar to tango when he’s angry; his first little temper tantrum in part two is where it’s best illustrated, because all instances after that have been influenced by his time in hels. but you’ll notice that we have yet to see tango truly angry in the HTP series (he did revert back to an almost feral mindset when the ranch got attacked, but that was an instinctive defense mechanism. there was no conscious thought behind those decisions, and they were purely fueled by fear, not anger). that will be where his ‘hels’ really shines through.

there’s one other bravo trait amplified in tango that i haven’t revealed yet. it’s something that tango has figured out how to sort of ‘mask’ via other more acceptable coping mechanisms- if you can call it that- and actually forms a fairly significant part of his personality. stay tuned :3

as for secret life, it’d be a complicated situation for sure. on one hand, their goals are less outright malicious- just complete the tasks and try to survive (at least for now). in a way, it almost takes away accountability for their actions if they turn out to be harmful- “i had to, it was my secret task!” so that’s nice to fall back on. but still, tango would be very on edge. not only with the discomfort of having to lie to his friends, but never knowing if they’re lying to him, too. boi’s got them trust issues fr.

#hels to pay au #HTP ask #mmmmm I LOVE CHARACTER ANALYSIS #thank u for the opportunity to ramble

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novistarplanet · 2 years ago

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MafiaBoss!Tenko Shimura x F!Stripper!reader

summary: while working your regular shift one night you caught the eyes of the head mafia boss

cw:choking,unprotected sex,DUBCON,fingering,creampie,reader has a hard life :(, stripping, abandonment,mature language,some nudity,drugs, alcohol, issa lot, also hitting?

wc:3,5k words

a/n: I hope yall enjoy this! it literally took me FOREVER to finish this I enjoy this oneshot I think it's intriguing!

also if you like my work don't be shy to reblog,heart, comment and fllw Thanks!

As the neon color sign of a woman flickers from the outside loud music could be heard blasting from all sides of the illuminated building. Both men and women are filling different areas with money and looking for a one-night stand. The entrance has a long line of people, and everybody knows that the club is controlled by notorious gang members, but no one cares as long as they could find a young native woman to love on for the night.

Your "parents" abandoned you at a young age for the need for drugs, and any other "parent figures" you have come across treated you as distant as compared to their other biological children.

They jump at the offer to pay for their textbooks and any other college expenses. Yet, you were stuck here connecting with a pole every night to continue to endure your miserable life.

Leaving you to deal with college and the stress it came with. Tuition already is kicking you in the ass, being sleep-deprived, doubling, tapping it. That's why you're here, currently getting ready to do a private dance for old seniors who requested you.

They could be tolerable during their failed attempts at trying to sleep with you. Sometimes tipping extra to take shots with them but most of your clients, if you could even call them, comprise middle-aged men grabbing your ass and trying to pull your bra off.

"Don't you think you're a little too young for this?"

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be here getting dirty for men"

"CMON' sweetheart, let daddy take care of ya. "

You turns and plasters on a forced smile " Yea but a good girl takes care of herself" followed that up with a wink you seductively let your bra strap fall as the beat continues to slow down and the tempo of your hips picks up. Occasionally making eye contact mostly, you look away. The money comes in touch with your skin with a bunch of slick smirks and whistling you waved off.

The slow dance song soon cuts off as you get up and rounded up the money into your bra. Swinging your hips side to side exiting the stage as the next song emerges and a new girl goes on to perform her set on the pole. Heading towards the bar, occasionally smiling and winking, sitting down and waiting for the bartender (Hikaru) to be done serving.

Hikaru worked here for years and knew everything about the club and even met the owners. He faces you and walks your way, bottles in each hand. "ayyy Y/N, whatta you need another' shot?" putting the bottles right back on the display stand. Scanning across the selection of different color bottles about a few seconds later, you settled on a favorite of yours, pointing right at the translucent bottle directly in front of you. "ya pass me a shot of vodka ".

He turns around and pours the liquid as it fills the tiny shot glass. Swiftly sliding it over towards you, "Here kid goes easy on it, kay?" despises his warning you tilt your head back and dump the vodka down your throat. Immediately feeling the stinging hand sanitizer sensation in your throat that spreads quickly, making you release a horrible groan and twisting your face in an instant. "told should ya... shoulda listen t'me"

Once the stinging slowly disappeared, you started speaking again. "mhm, what type of bartender are you? Poisoning your clients, you need to be fired if you asked me. " You both burst into a fit of laughs. The bottle reappears in front of you again and the liquid shines as it pours into your drink.

"Looks like you got yourself some customers Waitin on ya" With a teasing tone you rotate your head around to see his point somewhere off in the distance you turn around to see what he's pointing at "I don't see nothin' ' He chuckles white teeth appearing for a quick second he raises his hand acquainted with another expensive bottle and points again you look up and that's what you see. A group of men all dressed in sloppy suits motioning you to come here.

You rise, sigh while doing so, finishing your short live break and making your way over to the group of men when unexpectedly you felt a set of warm hands grabbing onto your upper arm tugging it back slightly and a high pitch feminine voice spoke.

" Y'n said he needs you backstage!" batting her eyelashes at you and glitter smeared all over her face while her breath hinted at tropical fruitiness and a wide smile as redness appeared on her face.

Adjusting your top and shoving your wad of cash back into your top as it comes off your scoff with your reply. "He can wait. I'm busy"

You couldn't care less what that jackass wanted to do to you here for 1 thing and 1 thing. Only you'll be damned if you're out here doing side missions.

"but he said it was super important he needed you in 1 of the VIP rooms" whining still tugging your arm to follow her then she leaned in into your face and raised one of her hands to cover the side of her mouth, " He says the real REAL owners are here!" vibrant fruit smell smothering your face area in an instant eyebrow forming together in confusion as she speaks

Now everyone in the club knows Yoko isn't exactly a calm person. She's like a hyper chihuahua wagging her tail so this "whisper" wasn't exactly a whisper

"pleaseee y'nnnn I can't go up there I have a private client in a couple of minutes and, luna is in the back high again!" eyes completely forming into huge puppy eyes and sympathy fills your body rapidly as you speak before thinking "fine, but you owe me huge for this"

a big grin floods her face, jumping up and now as her 6-inch heels make a clicking sound each time her titties jiggle with each jump motion "Cmon now! He said he wants you there NOW!" In a quick flash you're being dragged towards a dark beige elevator and the last thing you hear is Hikaru.

"Good luck in their kid' you gunna need it" a wide shit-eating grin emerging on his face

Well, you think it is elevator doors quickly shutting and the more your anxiety displayed buttons glowing yellow as on the tiny screen with each floor passing runs wild. You heard a lot of things about the owner, none of them good things from them laundering drugs to ordering hits to be taking place in the club and-

DING DING DING

the elevator doors open and it greeted you with the sight of your boss (boss name) grabbing your arm and shoving Yoko in the process with a loud "huff" sending her back into the small room with the door quickly closing in front of her

"wait yo-" "enough of that. We gotta get you in here quick" as the both of you speed walk you couldn't help but notice the interior of the room you were in.

A gold chandelier hangs from the top of the ceiling, with multiple paintings of naked pictures of women in various positions. Lights that dressed every area in the room weren't the kind downstairs. No, these were the type that subtlety blended into it and didn't hurt to see when to stare at them for too long

Everything was so polished, even the floor was spotless. Now to think about it, you had been walking for a very lo-

"Okay listen to me if you fuck up even once you're the only one with enough experience Yoko is a bird Brain as well as she can't even walk in her heels and Hana can't even count to 10 and most of the other girls are new and still in training your the only one who has enough, to do this." He rants.

he eyes piercing into your soul for a response,

anxiety once again pierced through you as you mumble a yes before you can even agree to what you're saying

"Great!" a smile suddenly plastering on his face, immensely shifting his mood "Oh yeah, just to be clear if you mess up even once you'll have the boys take care of ya"

What the hell is this pep talk?

"Okay bye Y'n" waving at you and leaving in the process

'WAIT WHA-"

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"Okay OKAY you got this just go out there and dance you do it every single day" you whisper to yourself

you open the door slowly making a sound of a creep peeking in and pushing your forehead in trying to get a good image of the man surrounding the booth.

One had velvety soft silky white hair, the kind that was inside the expensive pillows, the ones that they have publicly displayed at Macy's. Escorting his features were 2 arms filled with tattoos, some of samurai's and others of Maneki Nekos, but he had delicate freckles that sprinkled his face with a strong contour nose.

The other man was dressed up in all-black clothing with a large top hat. You really couldn't identify his features because of the large white mask he was wearing but you could tell he was sexy as he let out a low deep laugh with the other white blonde male with outgrown facial hair over his face.

Now deep inside you purr. Maybe this isn't so bad now.

"tch twice where the hell is my drink?" suddenly a profounded voice made an appearance you couldn't help but drop your mouth at.

The tall man had gray, pale skin covered in scratches and beauty marks, with one being very present below his lip. A large succulent scar decorated the top of the other side. Shabby blue unkempt locs cover his crimson eyes.

Now it's time to put on your big girl panties and do it.

You open the door and you take in what you see. The men didn't promptly notice. you at first. They were too busy with servants walking around with bottles of alcohol and food being brought in and taken out.

Voices blended to create one loud noise, overshadowing the music itself

Well, here goes nothing

Bracing yourself, you walk up onto the stage and dance. Everything around you got. Quiet. You can tell all their focus was. On you now, you could finally hear the music and match your movements to the rhythm of the beat.

as you keep your concentration on the pole and the music you look out at the part of the couch where the man was surrounded and noticed the tall man staring at you immediately his crimson eyes contacting yours as he licked his lips his wandering eyes trailing up and down your body out the most definitely have to ask about you later.

Drawing him out of your mindset.

Just don't focus on him. He's not there

he whistles towards you slowly, raising his long finger and motioning you to come to him.

You ignored him and kept dancing. Your leg wraps around the pole. Your arms pull your body. Up well your other arms support your body achieving a very complex move complex but sexy move.

Just as you lower your body to shake your ass to the music, someone pulls you down from the stage and another girl replaces you.

"hey put me down!!!"

hitting this person's chest and kicking your legs just as a toddler would throw a tantrum and struggling in this tightness feeling each step being taken down.

"I said put me DOWN!"

"you're never gonna stop bitching, are you?"

gradually looking up realizing He was carrying you from the stage abruptly his grip on you became tighter and tighter

It was a pregnant moment of silence. He deadpans for the moment no words are spoken between you two.

He stares at you and you stare back, focusing on his handsome features. Multiple brown little moles are present across his face like a constellation, tiny little scars and scratches here and there on his face, and a tattoo that covers his neck portraying Adam's apple as it bobs slightly.

"So is that a yes?" he sounds bored and unimpressed. You can physically feel the tension rising between you too.

"Wait huh?" your eyebrows start to knit together, scouring his face for a clear answer.

"I asked if you wanted to fuck or not," so nonchalantly glaring at you for a moment with no remorse just like y'all have met before.

you couldn't lie you were turned on by all the dominant aura he was spilling just from his hand gripping your right booty cheek and his breath doused with hints of cognac.

"Yes"

the words leaving your lips in a trance staring here at this unknown man right in front of you wanting to fill your hunger.

he plunged his lips onto yours in a fast and tender way, his tongue breaking the closed force within your lips directly finding your tongue wrapping around it while his hand crawls towards the back of your head and smashes it

it was sloppy and messy but you loved it

ripping apart, leaving strands long of clear saliva hanging unhitch breathing, trying to end its momentum.

This was chaotic.

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"HEY SHIG THEY BOUGHT THE DRINK YOU ASKED FOR" The same blonde male with a scar crossed down his face reappears drinks in hand and a drunkenly smile plastered on his face

His head shakes in response. His nose scrunches with annoyance and distaste

"but you sai-"

THUD

slamming the door mid-sentence mumbling something under his breath about how much there were idiots unexpectedly facing your eyes, lighting up with amusement

strong arms wrapping around your waist lifting you into his hands

For the short time you have known him you realize he's stubborn and insists on carrying you regardless of your protests about how heavy you are.

even though you're more than capable of using your own two legs.

as the two of you walked well one you noticed Short wrinkle structures forming in the middle of his eyebrows as he grumbled something about you being heavy

However, you still let him carry you away. You placed your head on his chest listening to his even heartbeats

looking back up at him, maybe you can help him relax a bit?

your hands trailing across his chest, traveling upwards to his neck, placing small kisses on his jaw snuggling into his neck

"Don't tease or else you'll pay," his voice sounds condescending. He instantly grabs your hand and stops your advances

"Oh and why is that?" holding back your giggle as you look up at him calling his bluff

he stops in his direction and slowly looks down at you

"If you don't stop acting like a goddamn brat, imma fuck you like one" the profound growling voice with bass backup in his tone making you shiver

heat pools towards the bottom of your legs causing you to grind your legs together.

despite all the teasing, you're here in one of the private rooms

blinking rapidly at the new environment turning your head around to get a good view. It was very similar to the hallways with multiple women naked but this time engaging in sex acts.

The bed had pretty big red covers and shiny white smooth sheets probably made of 1000 thread counts of Egyptian cotton along with a bed white headboard.

abrupt yelp rips through your throat when you realize you are no longer in his tough embrace your currently in the air landing in the bed with a loud

THUD!

"what in the hell was that for?" attempting to even your bumpy breathing "What is wrong with him!?!?!?"

a slow sinister smile creeps on his face as removes his shirt and crouches his body making eye-level contact with you

"i'll show you how bad girls get punished "

"HUH"

hands quickly going under the back thigh raising them and taking a dive into your sweet folds heavy breaths against your heat as his tongue shimmies into your pussy like a caterpillar crawling into his cocoon

"mhmm"

hearing your sweet voice moan out in pleasure as your long white acrylics go falling into his forest of blue messy locs like velcro sticking to cotton tilting back various sounds of moans fanning out

sandwiching in between your soft thighs leaving bite marks each time you jerk your body using his hands to spread your legs to the farthest they can go while keeping you in place

this wasn't supposed to happen you were supposed to come to work, dance, and make money not fuck some stranger in the private rooms

"so fuckin good for me y/n wanting to please your master, huh?"

your eyes busting open looking at him with confusion

"how in the hell did he know your name????"

He consumes you whole during a short time drinking your wetness like he was a starving man in the savanna gliding his tongue across your delicate pussy taking his time to spell out his name until his pouty pink lips come across your soft puffy clit like a pirate finding his treasure

"damn princess we really gonna have some fun now" focusing all his attention towards your clit swirling and sucking on the swollen bud taking two of his fingers and shoving them in your feeding them into you swirling them around in you letting you accept his long girth. Clear liquid trickles downward to your cheeks.

he can't help himself painting his tongue all over you putting his head away and looking at the masterpiece he's made of you. drooling all over, legs twitching, and gasping for air, your lower bottom half cramping up with an orgasm.

you bring your hands up desperately trying to move all the strands of hair wet with sweat

he pulls away looking down at your messy pussy getting up from the bed as his hands leave the warmth of your body

"Hey! " feeling the once powerful orgasm pressed against you rapidly fading away using your elbows to raise your limp body up

you stopped in your tracks noticing he wasn't leaving

He was getting ready.

His pants are degraded on the floor as he gets onto the bed crawling towards your sprawled-out body on the bed.

he leans in into your face you can hear his rough uneven breathing

"Can I hit you?"

you nodded

then he took your chin into his hand squeezing tightly redirecting your head to look him in his eyes

"open your mouth and say you understand"

"yes"

"Yes, what?" your chin still in his warm palms this time squeezing harder and shaking it

"yes you can hit me"

without a warning, he lets go of your chin and lets his hands encircle your throat

taking his other hand and wrapping it around his hard, throbbing cock, his eyes concentrating on your wet pussy. the tip of his cock was an enraged pink a hot pink and throbbing against your heat

he guided his cock slowly against your slit up and down and down and up all around rubbing the tip against the bundle of sensitive nerves

shit how was that thing going to fit inside you

All thoughts were pushed aside when you felt an intrusion entering your gummy walls, his hands going back to your clit rubbing at a much faster pace than before easing himself inch by inch watching your fat pussy take him in.

“P-please,” blinking away the tears through your eyelashes causing them to blur up your vision

"oh? So this is what you want" His hips slap into you causing a wave of pleasure to come through your body. "your such a good whore taking me all nicely"

His lewd words caused your pussy to clench around him embracing his length as it accepted his thrusts. His muffled moans and the rhythm of his hips begin to build up inside your tummy again

as a ring of white at the base of his cock formed and begins to spread as he enters in and out slapping you out of your thoughts and leaning in “Make eye contact with me”

you were taking deep breaths feeling another organism creep up

“Too much” You put your hands on the wrinkled bed sheets trying to push up your body and wiggling your hips from under him. attempting to run away.

“ah ah, you’re supposed to be looking at me.” pulling your hands down again as his cock makes a "pap" "pap" sounds as it bangs against your abused cunt

His thrusts get sloppier and uneven you can tell he was getting close you both are

your walls clenching tightly forcing his cock to twitch inside of you feeling him emptying himself inside of you hot cum creeping out your abused pussy in its disheveled state

“shit my bad I got carried away”

#tenko x reader #tenko shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #tomura x you #tomura x y/n #tomura smut #tomura x reader #!noviworks #my hero academy fanfiction #tenko smut #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki fanfiction

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hongchenzhu · 5 months ago

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Saved and too long

Side tracked on my main fic, and the idea of my OC saving Celebrían and her interaction with some of the people of House Elrond. Wrote this for some people to get an understanding of my OC and who she is in my main fic.

side note: there's gonna be some plot holes, cause I haven't finished writing my main fic yet, I'll be rewriting this scenario in the mainfic once I get to it. (OC intro is here)

Hope yalls enjoy it

word count: 1926

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Hong Chen has been in this world for a very long time, it wasn’t until recently she settled in a town not far from the borders of Rivendell. The town is near the lake which provides great agriculture for its main source of trade and income, with this being said the people of the town are well acquainted with the Elves and Rivendell as they are the main trading routes.

It was during its early settlement when this town was made, from then until now it has been over 2000 years. That’s right I have been the doctor of this town for 2000 years, I have watched the first group of settlers and now I see their descendants grow up and old.

Today is like most other days, I spent time in the yard of my house that leads into right after the front door. My rooms are built around the yard, and this is where I conduct most of my medical examinations the room to the left is my private bedroom, the room to my right is the kitchen/ medical herb storage room the room directly after the yard is my study/further examination room. My yard is also littered with groups of medical herbs ready to be dehydrated, it is either by placing it upside down and leaving it in a drying and dark place or placed in the furnace. Alongside it is a huge osmanthus tree that has been planted since I settled down.

As I walked around the yard looking at my herbs, I noticed my athelas stash was significantly lower than my others, I signed, this meant I must leave my home and go into the mountains to find more. Shaking my head I grabbed my hat with my veil over it, putting it on I opened my double very solid wooden door (they also weigh a ton) placing a sign out in front telling those who come that I am out collecting more herbs and set out on my little adventure of finding athelas.

After trotting away on my majestic mare from the borders of Rivendell and my town I found a good stash of athelas. Then I felt it, the painful cries of souls, screaming and howling begging to be released accompanying those cries is the sense of foul begins, begins that should be killed to free the tortuous soul from their bodies.

Allowing my horse to roam freely around the area I followed the sense, it did not take long before I came across a clearing near a cave. Outside that cave is littered with a stench, a disgusting orc stench most people by now would’ve gaged but I’m too high on anger to care. Summon my polearm with the star of Fëanor still shining brightly like the day it was made, I marched into the disgusting cave.

The howling and begging got worse, I could hear it echo from the deepest part of the cave. As orcs entered my sight, I saw red. Lifting my polearm high in the air I brought it down with the strength to split the cave apart, right after that orc charged at me left, right and centre. Whipping my polearm left to right I threw them against the wall and stabbed through them, twisting my arm I killed the orcs behind me, bringing my arm forward I killed the ones in front of me. The orcs didn’t stand a chance as my acts were too fast, faster than the day when I was fighting the heavenly officials, faster than the day I fought Melkor head-on saving Fingolfin.

It didn’t take long before all the orcs in the cave were wiped out. I took off my hat, exposing my face, my chest heaved as I started looking around the cave for any other signs of life that weren’t an orc.

Finally, at the corner of the cave, I found it, the only sign of life, an elf, elf maiden who has golden hair that reminded me of Findaráto, throwing my polearm aside I crouched down. Taking the outer layer of my hanfu off I put it around her shoulders, pushing her hair out of her face I looked down at her.

“You’ll be alright dear, I’ll take you to Rivendell,” I said so gently and carefully lifted her up in my arms, one arm under her knees and one behind her back. She fell onto my chest her breathing finally calmed down and I walked out of the cave, seeing my destruction, mutilated orc bodies indiscriminately scattered the cave, like seeds that had been spilt out of a bag.

Once I’m out of the cave my horse came galloping out of the trees.

“Hey girl, look after me for a bit ok” I said to my horse voice still light not wanting to startle the poor Elleth. Very gently I put her onto my horse, who very kindly didn’t move that much as I walked back to the cave picking up my polearm it disapparated in my hand. I kept walking through the cave carefully carrying out every single elf body I could find, bringing them to the main cave. Lining them up, side by side neatly, I pulled out a yellow piece of paper and made a cut on my finger as I wrote with my blood once done, I put it in the middle of the pile and left the cave.

By the time I walked out, the cave shone with a gold shine. What Celebrían could see is a figure with hair darker than night, and a dress? A very long outfit with sleeves just as long walking out of the cave that seems to be glowing, are they a Maiar? They must be in order to have that speed and accuracy. Then she fainted.

I managed to catch the Elleth just as she nearly slipped off my horse, jumping onto it we began riding in the direction of Rivendell. With the Elleth against my chest, I whispered for my mare to go faster, although the Elleth didn’t sustain any severe injuries I don’t know if her mind could take it if I arrived any later. Not happy that the fastest time we could reach Rivendell was around midnight, I caved in, pulled out another black hat with a veil over it put it on and teleported us to right outside of Rivendell.

“I AM IN NEED OF A HEALER” I yelled as I entered the valley, coming off my horse I gently carried the Elleth off as a hoard of elves surrounded me. “I am in need of a healer,” I said again not happy that I was surrounded.

“My lady” shouted a voice above the staircase, a young Ellon called me out. I walked up to him, “Please my lady follow me, and I will take you to the healing wings” I nodded as I followed him.

Once I was there with the Ellon I placed the Elleth on the bed. “Do you hav-” and the door swung open in strutted… Elrond?

The two of us looked at each other, and he spoke “Lindir please leave the room” The young Ellon left the room, and I took my hat off.

“What an unexpected place to meet you, Elrond” I looked down at the Elleth “Check her first, I found her trapped in an orc-infested cave, she didn’t sustain any severe injuries, but I haven’t checked her full body yet.”

Elrond looked down at the Elleth in such heartbreaking eyes, as he began his checkup.

“I have to thank you, ammë, for saving her” Elrond has finished checking up on the Elleth, or should I call her Celebrían.

“No need for thank you, she is lucky I happened to stumble upon that cave or else the worst might happen to her.” Both of us are seated next to Celebrían, watching her pale face finally having some colour returned to it. Pulling a box out of my sleeve I gave it to Elrond, “Here is a box of incense, one that can keep away bed memories and dreams and help people to sleep”

Elrond hasn’t changed much, other than a few streaks of white hair due to stress.

“How long have I been away?” I asked curiously

“For about the entire second age.”

I blinked, shocked but also not so shocked “So, what happened during this age I missed?” Elrond went through most things, Saroun rising again, many wars happened, Celebrimbor’s death and Saroun’s betrayal of Celebrimbor and other matters.

But I stayed on the death of Celebrimbor, oh the sweet child Tyelpë. “He died?” I confirmed with Elrond.

“Oh, poor sweet Tyelpë, I remember meeting him the first time, I could scoop him up in my arms and he would always look so fascinated at the jewels I wore because there were ones he had not seen.” My voice so solemn, “I remember during the first age after I resurrected Fëanor, the three (Fëanor, Curufin and Tyelpë) would spend hours going through my jewellery box asking me all the questions about the jewellery that was in there.”

I closed my eyes and leaned back into my chair. “My poor boy, he didn’t deserve that.” I sniffled and got up, turning away from him “Sorry Elrond, I’m gonna need some time to accept that” Putting my hat back on I walked out of the room slipping right past a set of twins and a golden hair elf.

It was the afternoon by the time I got out of the main house in Rivendell, Lindir was nice enough to lead me to the private gardens of Elrond. I was almost a complete replica of my back garden in my mansion during the first age in the sunken land of Beleriand. The pond filled with waterlilies and pavilions surrounded that garden giving it ultimate serenity. Seating on the railing at one of the pavilions near the pond I took my hat off, the sunset gave the garden a feeling of warmth, but I am still hanging upon the death of Tyelpë. Pulling out a gold hairpin with a spider lily on the end made with gold and reddest of rubies I caressed it, the first gift Tyelpë gave to me as a thank you for allowing him to study my other jewels.

The rubies glimmered under the sun, as I grabbed a section of my hair and pinned it up with the hairpin.

“Come out” I called to the 3 not so good sneaking elves.

Three black hair elves stepped forward, very neatly next to me in the pavilion. “Has your father not taught you that it is unacceptable to spy on a woman?” I scolded the three.

“We were just curious about who you are and how you rescued ammë” said the one in the middle, all are looking down embarrassed that they were caught.

“Your Elrond’s children”

“Yes”

“Not only is he married but he had kids as well!”

“Yeah” one of them meek. I stood up and studied the three, very intensely like I was going to burn a hole through their face.

“Oh, my you are.” I said I touched the twin's face “You two look just like Elrond and Elros when they were younger.” And turned to the only daughter to the right “and you look just like her.” Dark hair almost as if it's sparkling and grey eyes, oh god she looks so similar to Lúthien.

“Wait would that make me your haruni?”

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and a cliffhanger ( ‘• ω • `) done on purpose.

Hope yall enjoyed this cause I definitely had a whale of a time writing it, here are some reference photos for Hong Chen's house, hanfu, hairpin, garden and the pavilion. (there are image descriptions, do read them, pls)

The first three are Hong Chen hanfu's all have a sorta outer jacket for her to take off and wrapped around Celebrían

The final 4 are what Elrond's personal garden looks like

#silmarillion x oc #silmarillion #Elrond #elrond peredhel #tolkien legendarium #tolkien elves #celebrimbor #tyelpë #sauron #angst #orcs #celebrian #elladan and elrohir #arwen

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godhead-of-turntech-variety · 4 months ago

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yo whats up names dave

yeah, THAT dave

welcome to my shitty hellhole of a blog where all my bullshit will be released for the world at large to gawk at. enjoy your free ticket to the dave strider zoo exhibits grand opening

im a guy in a system that much is covered already. this aint rp. im just out here livin my best life and letting yall get a glimpse of how awesome it is.

fandom, doubles, fictionkin, etc. can interact idc just try to have some ounce of normalcy.

i will complain about shit. i wont however engage in full blown debates on serious matters.

when i grew up the web was a wasteland of masked freaks typin out crazy shit on their phones and thats the energy i intend to maintain here. if you think im gonna tell you what my major mental malfunctions are right off the bat youre fucking hysterical.

i dont have a dni but i block liberally. nothing personnel kid

this is the riskiest stunt ive ever pulled you guys better hope im patient cuz i will just drop this blog if shit gets unbearable

deuces

#fictive #introject #pinned post #dude i dont know what to fuckin tag this man #sure as hell aint taggin it with my source #thats a recipe for the biggest shit pie youve ever had thrown directly towards your skull at mach speeds #anyways #whats good #sideblog #fictive blog

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kyokiiro · 7 months ago

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General dating hcs w/ Robin

Synopsis - what it's like to date the renowned halovian singer

Warnings/content - Men please dni!!, Fem!reader, wlw/nblw, fluff, slightly suggestive, relationship hcs, small scenarios, use of petnames(cutie, dove/my dove, pretty girl, angel, etc), physical touch/affection, mentions of Sunday, Reader works under Sunday as his assistant, possibly ooc Robin bc this was written before she was released, Robin being the sweetheart she is, Robin being a tease, protective Sunday, messy+rushed cuz writers block was being ass, possible grammar mistakes, not proofread

A/N: First time doing Fem!reader so i hope this turned out okay! This is for the sapphics out there so thats why "Men please dni!!" is in the warnings. Also this a bit different from my other dating hcs fics, since i wanted to try smth new. I hope yall don't mind:') I don't have anything else to say, so enjoy the fic!!<3 I also had a writers block so apologies for the wait🙃

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No one knows how you managed to get into a relationship with the famous renowned singer Robin. You didn't know either. You were just an assistant of Sunday. But you somehow caught the attention of his little sister and now you guys are in an established relationship

Nevertheless you guys were happy with eachother. Though it was hard to get Sunday's approval of you guys' relationships. Since he is quite protective over his little sister, but with a bit of Robin's help. You guys managed to get Sunday's approval!

Robin already was quite affectionate with you before ya'll got together, but after becoming an official couple her affection doubled

Robin definitely isn't one to shy away from pda, but if you aren't fan of it she will keep it minimal. Though handholding is a must, also she will 100% call you petnames.

If you are someone who is easily flustered. Yeah i pray for you, because this woman will tease you relentlessly- But if it makes you uncomfortable she will stop the teasing, since she never wants her pretty girl to be uncomfortable<33

You guys don't get alot of free time, due both of your guys' jobs. Both of you are extremely busy, you being Sunday's assistant and Robin being a celebrity. But the time you guys do spend together is worth it<3

Robin adores cuddles, she likes the feeling of being so intimately close to you. She likes to brush her fingers through your hair whenever you had a particulair stressful day. She will softly sing a lullaby to help you relax

When Robin had a stressful or exhausting day, you always offer her a massage, sometimes a bath. She always accepts the offer with a soft smile on her face

Remember when i said Robin loves physical touch? Yeah don't be surprised when you randomly feel someone hug you from behind/side or a small kiss/peck on your cheek/lips- Robin loves to catch you off guard. Be it in private or public

Robin won't tell you this, but she loves it when she leaves lipstick marks on you. Be it on your neck, cheek or even your entire face. She will have a proud smile on her face, while you are as red as a tomato.

Robin loves to call you petnames. She mostly uses my dove/dove, my muse, sweetheart and angel, but when shes in a more flirty/romantic mood she uses cutie, darling and sweetstuff

Robin doesn't get jealous often nor quickly. She's confident in your relationship. She will only step in if the person who is flirting with/hitting on you makes you uncomfortable. Her status alone makes them leave, but that doesn't mean it always works. Though it rarely happens expect this time..

You sighed annoyed when yet another person started flirting with you. This isn't the first time though, but it really is starting to annoy you. The person continued to flirt with you even after you told them you had a girlfriend. You tried to leave, but instead they grabbed you wrist. "Where are you going beautiful, i still didn't get your name" They said while smirking at you. "Let me go you creep!" You shouted while trying to get out of their grasp, but to no avail. You let out a yelp when you felt someone pull you towards them. But you recognized the familiar scent, but when you heard their voice you instantly knew who it was. "Hmm, who allowed you to touch my girlfriend like that?" Robin asked with a soft voice, but you could clearly hear the bitterness in her voice. "And who are you supposed to be?" The person asked irritated. "I'm Robin, a renowned singer. I'm sure you have heard of me before!" Robin spoke cheerfully, while her grip on you tightened. The person chuckled "And you think that will scare me? Pfft, i don't care who you are, just mind your own business" they hissed at her. You could feel Robin's aura changing and the strained smile on her face made it clear that she is pissed. "Listen up here you pest, if i see you touching my girlfriend again. Ill make sure your entire life will be destroyed." Robin spoke with venom lacing in her voice while glaring at them. You watched the color from their face disappear and the pride they held was gone in mere seconds. "Now scram" Robin hissed at them. You have never seen someone ran so fast. Robin then turned to you with a worried face, completely different from what her face was seconds ago. "Are you okay sweetheart, they didn't hurt you right?" She asked with a soft, yet concerned voice. "N-no, i'm fine Robin. They didn't hurt me" You quietly said. Robin let out a relieved sigh and looked at you with a warm and loving gaze. "I'm glad you're okay (name). How about we go home and cuddle?" She cooed at you caressing your cheek. "That would nice" you murmured leaning into her touch. She gave a quick kiss on your forehead before intertwining her hand with yours<33

Sunday still is abit against the relationship, but seeing his sister so happy makes him hold his tongue for now

Although the relationship is abit unexpected. You guys love eachother nontheless<33

Reblogs are appreciated!!

@𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒊𝒓𝒐★ 2024 – do not copy, repost, steal, or translate my work onto any platform or feed them to ai.

#hsr robin x reader #robin hsr #hsr x reader #honaki star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #wlw #wlw post #lesbian #men dni #men dont interact #sunday hsr #sunday #x fem!reader #x female reader #honkai star rail #kyo writes – ✒️

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beauvoyr · 6 years ago

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Lazy People’s Club for the Sleepy and Tired | 18 & 19

flowering | 18 & 19

Pairings: Noctis/Reader Genre: Friendship/Romance/Friends-to-Lovers Tags: Fluff, Humor, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Abuse, Torture, asphyxiation, no beta we die like men, pre-Omen trailer route, pre-demon Noctis Chapter Rating: M Crossposted on: ao3 Summary: Rules to join the Lazy People’s Club for the Sleepy and Tired: 1) One must love sleep. Sleep is love. Sleep is life. 2) One must be tired. Physically or emotionally, both are acceptable. 3) One must love video games. Halfhearted interest in video games will result in immediate termination of membership. Fortunately, Noctis falls into all three categories.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: What kind of friend is he anyway? The shittiest, lowest kind. The kind that’d fuck your mouth with your head to the wall, that’s what. The kind that’d press his fingers over your ribs like a pianist over his keys, memorising the erotic way you shudder under him. The kind that wants to substitute your pillows just so you’d hold him instead. Exactly the shittiest, most fucked up kind of friend.

XVIII flowering: gluing eggshells together

loud voices are never good omen. byron favours speaking in soft tones with underlying firmness that warns those unprepared never to challenge him. shouting marks an unworthy man and it is a level he strives not to stoop for as long as he lives.

in this house of statues, he knows nobody speaks to you. save for the outsiders, your lecturers, the manservants mute themselves in your presence should they encounter you. your commands are acknowledged by way of a bent waist, head lowered, mouth stitched shut. hearing voices carried from your room right into the hallway is a phenomenon that has byron picking up his speed twofold, careful enough to balance the tray of tea and tidbits as he marches into your room, nary a knock.

“twenty, and that’s final.”

unless your room had transformed into a haggling hypermarket overnight, it sounded like an unfair deal coming from quintus. truly a rare sight to see father and daughter gathered in the same space, byron takes a moment to pencil the details in his mind. you, besieged, behind your desk with your fingers woven through your hair, shutting your eyes, shutting out the world. quintus, machiavellian, a proud figure in the heart of your room, unsmiling, uncaring. it has byron stepping aside when quintus gathers himself after seizing victory in one of the many wars he fought for lucis, even if it’s a war he waged with his very own daughter.

locking the door behind him, byron deposits your teatime tray and strides to your desk. you’ve curled in on yourself, legs drawn to your chest, all balled up on your chair. a hatchling truly unprepared for the world beyond the fragile shield of your eggshell. the pathetic sight makes byron drop on his knees before you, gloved hands unraveling the knot of your legs to be placed on the floor once more. “milady, what’s wrong?”

“everything.”

he doesn’t need to see your face to hear the tears in your voice. “everything, milady?” he tries again, softer, resting his hands on your twitchy thighs. “what did your father want from you? twenty of what?”

“not twenty of what.” your head shakes, arms that are shielding your face gradually dropping to unveil a face full of forlorn, reddening eyes brimming with unshed tears. “twenty, byron, twenty.” you stop, sucking in a deep breath, trying to pull your legs to your chest once more—only, byron has his hands on you and he fights your desperation to curl in on yourself again. “—let me go, byron—“

“not until you tell me twenty of what, milady,” he breathes, tone going softer than before, barely lined in warning. “now, tell me: twenty of what.”

you could’ve kicked him, planted a foot in his face if you struggled hard enough. break his teeth, break his nose, break everything for all you care. but you don’t. all you do is to look at him, helpless, hair mussed up, broken, choking low in your throat, lost, tired of fighting your frustration. “twenty,” you cry out, voice cracking, and byron’s fingers dig into your thighs at your next words: “father’s marrying me off at twenty.”

IT HAD ALWAYS BEEN THE same routine in any council meeting. Councilmen and women alike, dressed in their regal uniforms, discussing Lucian politics in this chamber. Sunlight streams from high above the paneled walls, bringing light to the ebony carvings on crystal chandelier. Fire from two elaborate torches lent feeble warmth in this air-conditioned place, not that Ignis minds it. Even in his waistcoat, he barely feels the cold. Ballpoint skittering across feint-ruled paper in an elaborate script Noctis had long deciphered under his tutelage, Ignis pens in points from today’s discussion for his charge’s digestion.

Hands clenched, Quintus’ jaw barely rocks with each heavy blow of his word. “We cannot dismiss the fact that each day brings us closer to Niflheim’s machinations.”

Gentle-faced Estelle, Countess of Cimlain, is never known to raise her voice in the presence of the king. But her voice is clear as her stand on the matter. “We’ve discussed this time and time again, Andronicus: We will not reinstate the military. There is no need for them in this world, as Lucis is taking a peaceful stand against the war.”

—heated discussion, Ignis amends his initial monologue, pen skittering faster to keep up with the exchange of dialogue.

“My dear Cimlain, you say it’s peaceful only because you get to sleep soundly on your bed each night, blissfully unaware of the wars our Glaives wage against the Imperials,” Quintus remarks with barely a twitch of his wispy brows, knowing his words brought forth a round of shifty eyes hiding their guilt. “Believe me, if His Majesty permits my presence on the battlefield, I would have done the job myself.”

King Regis holds up an authoritative hand to silence any retorts from red-cheeked Estelle, regarding Quintus with the apathy of one whose ear had been plugged with this debate for many years. “Your place is not the battlefield, Andronicus,” he reminds him. “Your health takes precedence above all else. It’s best you spend your years waging your wars behind a desk instead.”

“Marshal Leonis commandeers the Crownsguard and Captain Drautos, the Kingsglaive.” Quintus nods the king’s way like a sleepy man nodding off at a boring meeting, entirely disregarding what he said. “Your Majesty, I’m not asking for much. I merely want to reestablish a small fraction of militia, starting with conscripting our young Insomnians to join the fray. The great Solheim was not built in a day, and I’m not expecting much from these men,” his hands wave about, eyes drifting from one face to another, taking in their expressions, “but give it time and it will surely flourish.”

Lukas clicks his tongue, earning an eyeful from Quintus. He is not known for his kindness, and it shows in his words. “We can all see that you are hungering for the power your family has lost, Andronicus.” His moustache bristles. “We do not condone Niflheim for their cruelty, yet it seems you are keen on letting Lucis tread the same path. You will be the downfall of our kingdom, mark my words.”

Ignis stops penning at that point, knowing the downwards spiral of the meeting has just begun.

“It truly isn’t a fruitful meeting without our friend Lukas resorting to ad hominem,” unsmiling Quintus says, ignoring the verbal lunge for his heart. “Because I care more about the result of our meeting, I choose to disregard the useless nonsense you spewed, and instead, focus on how to solve the problem we face.” Without much pomp, he turns away from the fuming man, facing a weary Regis. “Majesty—“

And he stops. Eyes screwing shut. A thumb on his temple. Pained.

A fresh wave of murmurs spreads through the chamber behind a hand to the lips. Ignis would’ve leapt to his feet if this occurrence was the first of its kind, but he’s lost count of it as the years trickled by. Headaches, dizzy spells, migraines, standard signs of a man overworking past his limits, past his age ordained. For all the cruelty Quintus inflicted upon you, he is but a mortal in the end. A helpless old man even in the face of the reaper himself. Capping his pen, Ignis quietly observes as Quintus’ forehead is slick with a sheen of sweat, soundlessly battling his agony. And, ever friendless, nobody moves to aid him through his personal war.

King Regis, the benevolent man he is, leans forward in urgency, settling a steadying hand on Quintus’ shoulder. “Dizzy again?” he asks to a soundless Quintus, who neither nods nor shakes his head at the question, eyes still shut. But King Regis knows. He holds up another hand to the rest of the Council, marking the end to the meeting.

As Ignis sweeps his belongings into his briefcase with the rest of the apathetic crowd thinning out, he hears faint murmurs from the king himself.

“What did the doctor say?”

AT THE END OF YOUR third rep of push-ups, the subtle burn in your upper arms whines for you to stop. Not the awful kind of burn, but the kind of burn where it feelssatisfying. Sweating enough to fill buckets for rainy days, the bridge of your nose slick in perspiration, shirt plastered to your back. Even the slightest twist has your muscles aching, crying for mercy. Gladio’s ruthless, that’s for sure, clocking in enough counts for you to pass out if you aren’t thoroughly prepared with your warm-ups. It hurts when he manhandles you just as easily, demonstrating his raw strength and power over you, a reminder that it took him years to get to where he is now: A Shield to Noctis.

But the ache lancing through is real. All sharp edges, knives cutting your nerves. This ache isn’t anything like your innards you eviscerated, this ache comes from an entirely different reason altogether. It reminds you that you’re very much alive, living and breathing with Gladio stretching you to your toes, big hands on your shoulders to put you in place, to put up with the pain you agreed. Your throat scratches with all the sounds you make, from tiny squeaks to big yelps, pushed past your limits with Gladio’s amber eyes promising you that this is just the beginning of what he started.

“C’mon, ass up,” he swatted your back one time, just because he caught you drooping unsteadily in your planking. The sheer difference in size between you and him meant that one: He swatted you and it hurt, and two: It had enough strength to collapse your elbows and introduce your face to the hardwood.

Of course, Gladio remedied it with a hastily barked apology, bear paws wrapping around your hips to hoist you up once more, and he might have left a handprint Byron pointed out before your shower. But you liked it. Liked how each session ends with your lungs wheezing and your knees bruising, liked how Gladio cards his hands through your damp hair like a proud brother, always encouraging your every move—liked how he praised you even if it’s for the pettiest of things.

Good job for holding out longer than ten minutes.

Good job for those five extra stretches.

Good job for not puking.

Good job, lil’ lady.

You distinctly remembered making a face at that. “Little lady?”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re one,” he supplied helpfully, looking like it was the most natural nickname ever. At your persistent staring, Gladio stops practicing his broadsword swings and shrugs, lips twitching. “What’s a man gotta do to get your real name? Just T. Andronicus or that Quintus Guy’s Daughter or Quintus’ Whatever ain't gonna cut it down the years.”

“How about Kaliva?” you proposed, sounding hopeful. “That’s pretty close too.”

The look Gladio threw you was an answer enough, returning to his sword swings once more. “Yeah, no. No name, no change.”

Well, at least you tried. If anything, it’s a lukewarm reassurance to hear him inadvertently confirming he hadn’t snuck his nose into all six of your private envelopes signed in your name.

The heavy double doors creak open, effectively bringing you out of your musings on your behemoth of a trainer. Gladio had run out earlier, babbling something about picking up someone and instructed you to stay put as he threw on a jacket and left. In the middle of your cool down stretches, you couldn’t help but to crane your head over your shoulder to spy on your new visitor. Is it Nyx again? The cheeky Glaive liked to pop in and out of his rounds, smirking at how you panted through your regimen. On days he felt gracious, he’d share tips on how to maximize your core muscles, and on not-so helpful days, he’d cross his legs at the ankles, leaning against the wall and chuckling at your wilting planking.

Your jaw almost unhinged when Gladio steps in, bringing with him a man the size of a boulder. Distinctly aged, his salt-coloured hair and shaved jawline is reminiscent of an obelisk in a museum. All regal poise, spine straight. Age is something he wears handsomely, despite the hardened finish of his eyes. Your gaze trails over the soft leather and gilded trims on his robes, memorizing the regal way he holds himself. Despite the difference in his ensemble, this is a variation of a getup you’ve seen father wore before.

He is man you certainly shouldn’t mess with.

Pulling yourself to your feet, you fold your hands over your thighs, bowing deeply. Manners first. “Good evening, sir.”

“At ease, young Andronicus,” the man commands, and you know you’re right if he’s the one calling you that. He comes to a stop with Gladio hovering closely by, eyes raking you from head to toe. You must’ve appeared disheveled, sweaty, awful for a first impression, but he says nothing of it. “I’ve heard of you from my son. Received your papers, in fact.”

So this is what Gladio talked about, the trial by fire. Realising the severity of the situation, you allow yourself absolutely no chance of being mistaken as a diminutive doll all shy and reserved, for he is part of the Royal Council. And men in the Royal Council surely must be statues in serving the king. You should do well to reflect your part too. “I’m glad you did, Sir Clarus. Gladio did mention that I should be expecting a visit from you sometime in the future.”

A curious light shines from within his granite grey eyes, a hand thoughtfully placed on his chin. He seemed to have not heard you at all. “…I must say, I wasn’t expecting to meet the controversial child of the Andronicus like this. Your existence had been a rumour, all this while.”

For you, it brings only the tritest of smiles. “Are you surprised, sir?” you say, all too aware of how he quirks a brow at your impudence. “I know how my father had repeatedly discredited me, just because I’m female. He has no plans to allow me to lead the House, but be rest assured I will.”

“Bear in mind, there is a fine line between confidence and arrogance. Confidence will take you to places beyond your imagination, but arrogance will only serve to narrow your vision,” Clarus warns, making neither distinct disproval nor approval at your proclamation. “I mean no offense, of course. From a simple glance, I can see nothing of Quintus in you. But your words cut just as sharp as his.” He pauses, seeking your eyes in a resolute stare, a predator staring down a prey. “You aspire to best your father and become the next Andronicus serving His Highness Prince Noctis, yes?”

Hearing Noctis’ name from Clarus’ lips brings back that same nausea from before, nausea blooming in your heart. He’s testing you, you realize. “Yes sir. And I won’t stop until I will be the next in line to serve His Highness. That has been my dream from the start.”

At this, Gladio makes a face, eyebrows perched high on his forehead.

Clarus, presumably used to his son and some of the many odd faces he’s artfully mastered through the years, chooses to ignore it. Though his movements are minute, each action is calculated, never an absent gesture. Eyes travel from Gladio to you, from Gladio’s stanch silence, to your squared shoulders. He is summing you up, finding you a place in his mind. A temporary residence, where you can easily fall if you failed his trust.

“I expect to see you during the Prince’s Coronation Ceremony when he is finally the 114th King of Lucis,” he finally says, allowing himself the slightest quirk of lips. Then, his choice of word sharpens with the slant of his frown. “Whatever it is that you are trying to do, you best avoid your father’s eyes. You and I both know how shrewd he can be at times. Sometimes the best course of action in war is to retreat and reorganize your strategy.”

Of course he would know, wouldn’t he?

Clarus Amicitia must’ve sat at the table over a dozen of times stomaching father’s arguments and refuting them in councils. Father assaults him verbally, and Clarus deflects them as the steely Shield of King Regis. Judging from the way he speaks of father, he doesn’t seem to regard him highly, though he refrains from voicing out such thoughts in concrete. Fortunately though, Clarus seems like a sound man who doesn’t pass his judgment from father to you in the very same way. And you’re thankful for small mercies like this, thankful that he doesn’t reject you for your father’s mistakes.

“Thank you, sir,” you incline your head in a respectful bow, one he accepts with a nod of his own. “Your advice is well-heeded.”

Clarus doesn’t smile at you. He doesn’t need to smile when his words carried his sincerity. After all, a smile can be easily faked; one that father had taught you over and over and over again. He bids his farewell, turning away. “I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors, young Andronicus. We will cross paths again, soon enough.” Gladio follows him to the door, but Clarus only lifts a hand to stop him. “No need to see me out, son. Who do you think owned this training room before you?”

To his credit, Gladio only crosses his arms as his father left with little flourish, seeing himself to the exit without waiting for a farewell. As the doors clicked shut, you can’t say you’re surprised when Gladio attacks your hair with his hand—one that left you batting his arm in desperation as he musses up your already scruffy hair, limp from sweat.

“Look at you, being all adult with my old man around,” he grunts, though there’s no malice in his teasing. “Good job for not pissing your pants talking to him.”

Clarus is intimidating, yes, but the random encounter isn’t all too bad. At least he genuinely offered you some advice instead of putting you down. You chalked it off to being lucky, since Gladio’s a nice man and his dad, however terrifying he may be, should be a reasonably nice man as well. “Your dad’s cool—but kinda scary,” you admit, bringing his barking laugh rounding your statement. “Just…don’t tell him that, okay? It’d totally ruin all the front I put up just now.”

“Depends on your next answer,” is all Gladio answers, amber eyes winking in mirth. “Think you can drop down and give me five reps of push-ups?”

Try as you might, you definitely did a poor job of hiding your grimace. Gladio definitely saw that, arms crossed over his chest with a huff, awaiting your reply. The short little break you took barely did anything for your muscles, but if Gladio wants it done, you suppose you could try—even if you fail halfway. With a sigh, you head to the training mat. “I guess…I can try. Just—don’t chew me out if I can’t finish it, please?”

Gladio only pats your back good-naturedly, following you as you drop down on the mat and shifting into position. “That’s more like it, at least you’re givin’ it a shot.”

You only barely resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. “Sometimes, I wish I don't.”

twenty and married, a fate worse than death. father trampled over your dreams once again, never caring if you had anything to say about it. a maid had shown up on your doorstep, one who refuses to meet your eyes as she mutedly dropped flimsy files on your desk, curtsying before she left. your treacherous fingers flipped through one of the dossiers, taking in the sight of a formal report with a passport photo stapled in the right hand corner. each file contained different pictures, different names, different information, yet they all bear the same trait: a man.

the knowledge sees your hand trembling, whether out of grief or rage, you aren’t certain.

this is father’s final slap to you: a choice you have to make, that is to select your own husband.

you make quick work of these dossiers, glancing through the eligible bachelors father had undoubtedly handpicked. they fall nothing short of a standard arranged marriage’s prerequisites: groomed handsomely, unparalleled intelligence, of acceptable height and weight and build, shortlisting their many talents and hobbies, detailing their age, current workplace, and their slew of achievements like trophies on a shelf. some wear their dark hair slicked back; others opted for a loosely trimmed touch, falling over their foreheads. some wore glasses, sharpening their overall appearance; others had eyes the sparkling colour of sea foams.

aether, flavian, icarus, scientia, xander.

proud men from distinguished families whom father saw fit to tame you.

you stomp out the urge to introduce these files to your fireplace, throwing them aside to be perused no longer. instead, you remove yourself from your desk, making your way to the television and switching it on. anything to get your mind off those things, off the thought of marriage, off the sight of men who’d hold you down and snatch the name of the andronicus for themselves. furiously flipping through the channels, past gossip talk shows, past cliché soap operas of poor girl meets young ceo and falls hopelessly in love, past music videos and blaring rock music, finally settling on crown broadcasting channel.

the newscaster, a peppy blonde in subdued makeup, prattles off three words per second as she’s already well underway a story. “—tigious day as prince noctis lucis caelum celebrates his sixteenth birthday in style at the caelum via. attending his birthday celebration is his majesty king regis—“

the scene transitions from the newsroom into a panning shot of a rooftop ceremony, all crisp glass and smooth silks hanging off the banisters, all bearing the royal crest of the lucis. it cuts into a voiceless shot of prince noctis interacting with guests, an aristocratic teenager clad in a bespoke suit of fine lines, receiving each and every hand with a smart shake or two. his bangs haven’t quite grown out yet, tapering in stunted spikes over his alabaster skin, and his deep blue eyes are too narrowed, too tensed to be enjoying this birthday celebration, but the imperfect image imprints itself in your mind all the same.

he isn’t ugly, no. he’s easily the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, even if you are only going by the unfairly monochromatic pictures in the newspaper. yet, there’s something about his profile that strikes a chord in your heart.

he looks tired. he looks like he’s been run haggard for his own birthday. he looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than here. and he looks sad. but why is he sad, when he’s the prince and princes have everything they want in the world, and then some?

at sixteen, he looks like he’s suffering.

at sixteen, you are suffering.

sixteen and suffering. how awful. novels always made a big deal of being sixteen and how it marks the start of boyfriends and casual romances and a little fumbling in the sheets, but prince noctis doesn’t even look like he has the time to comb his hair. snatching the remote to switch off the TV with a click, you hold your face in your hands as you try to breathe. legs to your chest, toes curling into the cushion.

breathe in. breathe out.

here is the man you’ve been shaping your life after, but he doesn’t even know you exist.

how will he know, when you’ll be married at twenty?

NIGHT HAS LONG FALLEN OVER the city, shading skyscrapers in shadows. In your little chamber, you make yourself a thick mug of hot chocolate, sipping on the artificial sweetness to replenish your brain juice. After each training session, Gladio would always bring you back to your room, making sure you’re safely tucked inside your little box and messing up your after-shower hair. And, following his standard end-of-the-day statement, he’d always recite, “Same time tomorrow, lil’ lady,” before he retreats with a wave. It’s rather comforting to know he’s got your back if anything happens, though you don’t really know what to do with that knowledge for now.

Glossing over the documents in your Moogle Drive, you take another sip of your drink. A great many of the documents never made full sense to you, often containing jargons too complicated for you to understand lest you’re a scientist of Niflheim. Some seemed to be subject test reports on their monsters tubed in Fodina Caestino. Others aren’t any better, just full of codes and never a legible word. Unless you contracted external henchmen, say an underworldly character to decode this gibberish, you’re never going to get anywhere far. But the risks are high with these shady fellows, for their loyalty lies in those with deeper pockets.

It’s either that or those who have them on knifepoint all the time, you think to yourself, eyeing the scattered documents in your Drive.

With no new information coming from Byron, you’re still stuck trudging your way through these nightmarish creatures. Of course, he is never to be blamed for the shortage of information coming your way. This two-man show of yours suffered a great many shortcomings. Money is never an issue to you, thankfully, since father never trespassed into your bank accounts to see how you spent your allowances. While having enough money to silence a cop is undeniably handy, it isn’t the best currency to scout for the best talents in gathering information for something as dodgy as Niflheim.

Because, really, who wants to get involved with the Andronicus and Niflheim?

Even the hardiest of assassins would run ten kilometers northwards if they heard that.

The reputation surrounding the House of Andronicus is something much like a hardened stalagmite; built upon blood dripping over its foundation, culminating in a sharp peak in the end, sharp enough to rend flesh. These men weren’t written into history as paragons of Lucis. You know what they do: Exact justice all in the faith of keeping the kingdom safe, even if it sullied their hands. There are no grey areas in here: Everything is either white or black. White, for upholding the commandment and maintaining public safety; black, just to hide the bloodstains that inevitably come along with it. Kill whenever required, extort whenever needed, reconstruct the law whenever they saw fit. Your father is a man of sins from the very beginning, and there is no denying that you have left reddened footprints of your own too.

The sooner you unravel what the empire is building, the easier it’ll be for the prince in the long run.

And you know exactly what you have to do.

With a yawn, you chance a glance at your desktop clock. 10.26 p.m., already past the bedtime Gladio designated for your optimum rest. Sensing a well-rested night’s sleep already beyond salvation, you resign yourself to the usual standard of falling asleep on your worktable, dragging yourself to your cupboard, where your stacks of pillows await. You randomly select the one at the top, sinking in your chair once more, propping the pillow on your thighs. Hugging it like this as you sloughed your work is so comforting, especially with your nose pressed into the cotton and—

—oh.

You sit up abruptly, staring at your pillow.

It’s a different scent from the usual. Not worn cotton drained from sunshine, no. Something more of fancy soaps and chamberlain-laundered clothes, and a little bit of something else. You gingerly nosed your pillow again, marveling in the different smell. It’s something you’re familiar with, but it’s just different Familiar but different. How confusing. You smelled this before, not on your body, not on your bed, not on your clothes, but on someone. Someone whose clothes smelled exactly like this, coming into contact with your pillow. Someone lying on your comforters, someone sharing your sleep.

Noctis.

It’s his scent.

The nausea associated with his name comes back in full force; warmth washing over your cheeks, churning your tummy. He’d always smelled nice, you know that, but you never expected the scent from his clothes would transfer on your pillow. It’s a nice scent, clean with underlying notes of—you don’t know, himself, maybe? Whatever it is, and as creepy as it sounds like, the knowledge only serves to make you tighten your hold on the pillow, burying your face in it.

You’re okay to me, he said.

He saw you as an okay person, even when you stammered out your thoughts, tongue tripping, breath hitching in the night. How desperately you want to wield a whip. It's okay to him. How desperately you don’t want to be like your father. It's okay to him. How desperately you want to atone for your sins. It’s okay to him. How desperately you want and it’s still okay to him.

Teeth already littering bites on your lower lip, chin on the pillow, you hold it closer to your heart. Close, closer until each curve yields around your frame, holding you tight in return. If you think hard enough, you could recall how the flame danced from the tips of his fingers all the way to his palm. How scarlet melts into his skin and a clumsy smile on his lips, thoughtful enough to notice you’re cold all over. He listens, he stays, he encourages, he is everything you don’t deserve because you're a liar and a murderer and you’re sitting on a throne of bones with their skeletons shackling your ankles.

What if he leaves you when he knows how dirty you’ve become?

You should tell him what you are.

No. You shouldn’t tell him.

If he leaves now, he’ll destroy you. You’ve gone too far with wanting this time, farther than wanting mother and her musical memories. All the years you built around him, carefully constructing a castle around your prince, it’ll all crumble once he’s gone. All the months you spent with him, all for naught. No more trading texts in King’s Knight co-ops, no more sleepy afternoons slumbering together. He is the very foundation of your core, and you know that well enough not to let him leave. Because once he leaves, he’ll never come back for you.

Curling in on yourself, you hug the pillow tighter, inhaling deeply.

For now, it’s okay like this. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.

That’s what you’ve been telling yourself all this while, haven’t you?

You’ll be okay as long as he’s with you, as long as he stays.

He can’t leave. He won’t leave. He will never ever get the chance to leave.

A solitary beep shakes your phone awake, the screen lit by a notification. Your shoulders twitch at the sound, casting a discreet glance at the King’s Knight message box adorning the front. On any other normal day it’d be a promotional message from the developers, trying to entice players with limited-time events and bundle sets. This time around, things had been different these past few months. A text that’s not from the developers only meant one thing.

Slowly shaking yourself out of your stupor, you log into the game with a frown.

TO: THE ARCHITECT FROM: NOCTGAR SUBJECT: [none] MESSAGE: quick favour: what’s your number?

You blink owlishly, slowly digesting his message. That’s odd. Your number? What does he need it for? Silently praying it isn’t for anything urgent, you press in your reply.

TO: NOCTGAR FROM: THE ARCHITECT SUBJECT: Sorry. MESSAGE: Of course, here is my number.

After double-checking the digits, you hit send.

Some paranoid part of your mind yells at you to stay up for his next message—what if it’s something urgent after all? If he got caught up in some unsavoury part of the town and needed rescuing? No—that’s silly, firstly the prince is more than capable to fend for himself, and secondly, Ignis would be on his speed dial for emergencies. Which begs the question once more: What’d he need your number for? You rock back and forth nervously in your chair, staring at the message with your heart racing and debating whether or not to send another message to Noctis—only to have your screen blurring out into a call. With your phone hooked up to your computer, you could very well see that it’s not an ordinary call with your phone to your ear; it’s a video call linked through Moogle Ring.

Before you manage to listen to some rational part of your head counseling you to reject the call, your itchy fingers scramble for the bright green button. Your desktop pixels out into a dimmer, blurrier image with an all-too familiar voice echoing, “Hey.”

Somewhere in the background, a little bit off to the right, a spot of yellow chirps. “Woah—hey! Hey hey hey!”

It takes a moment for the connection to stabilize and iron out all pixilation, but once it does, you’re treated to a lovely sight: Noctis and Prompto, two heads at two different ends, the prince to your left, and the blond to your right. They’re both hunched over a table, books spread haphazard, looking equally exhausted with faint dark accents under their eyes. You try to ignore how your heart lurches a little when Noctis meets your eyes, but you can’t deny a corner of your lips quirking upwards. It makes you hide your face in the pillow, breathing softly.

It smells like him here, right where you are.

Ah. You shouldn’t like it this much, but you do.

“Hey guys,” you finally work up the courage to summon a little wave, though you still hide part of your face behind the pillow. “Uh.” This is something new, something you haven’t done before. What should you say during video calls? They’re not physically here, but the prince is here, staring right at you. Best to get down to business, just so you don’t have to hide your face behind this pillow. “I—well—why’d you guys call? Did something happen?”

“Nah, figured you’d be busy,” Noctis waves you off, the pen in his hand drawing abstract patterns in the air, “’cause you’re always busy.”

“Yeah, when are you not busy anyway?” Prompto chuckles good-naturedly, leaning forward. His voice echoes through what seems to be a living room, though you’re not sure where they are. Noctis’ apartment, maybe? “We both kinda have to stay up for tonight to get rid of this pesky assignment due tomorrow,” he stops to heave a theatrical sigh, “so do you wanna stay up too? Y’know, just the three of us, the Midnight Trio?”

Noctis makes an amused noise in the back of his throat, throwing the blond a half-grin. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She doesn’t sleep—and you and me, buddy, we both aren’t gonna get any sleep tonight.” Prompto shrugs, snatching a canned drink off-camera, taking a swig out of it. “Makes sense, yeah?”

Hearing their typical banter between each other stirs a bit of laughter in you, and the sound has them turning to you with questioning eyes. Noctis still wears that half-grin as he studies you, though you don’t know if it’s still for Prompto, or. Well. For you. Thinking about it has your nausea bubbling like a pot on the stove, so you duck your head and try not to mind the warmth seizing your cheeks, your neck.

Surely you could stay up a little and keep them company as they battle their avalanche of assignments. Give them a bit of a pointer here and there, a silly banter to keep the mood light, easy, less sleepy. And you could certainly use the opportunity to look through the documents you put off earlier as they suffer through their paper, making good use of your time. Already knowing what’s your answer when you’ve started making excuses for yourself, you lick your dry lips and muster a nod at the expectant duo.

“Makes a whole load of sense to me,” you agree, making Prompto hoot and fist-pump the air. “Gimme a sec, okay? I’ll just go and make myself some coffee real quick.”

“Be sure to make a whole jug of ‘em,” Prompto’s voice follows you as you deposit the pillow on your chair, ushering yourself to your kitchenette. “’cuz we’re partying all night tonight, woohoo!”

You hear Noctis snorting Prompto’s way, the sound of a pen clattering on the table echoing loudly through your room. “Party tonight, funeral tomorrow if we don’t finish this up, yeah?”

“Talk about a mood killer, Noct, sheesh. Okay, okay, let’s focus on getting this stupid intro out of the way first. Where’d you stop?”

“At the index.”

“…dude, you didn’t even start yet?”

You know you’re laughing again because the sulk is dead obvious in Prompto’s voice, reaching for a canister of coffee Byron tucked somewhere in the cupboard overhead. Standing here like this, boiling some water and preparing coffee—a whole jug of it, as per Prompto’s helpful advice, you can’t help but to smile as you liberally doused the dark concoction in creamers and sugars.

Friends are beautiful: They make you forgo your sleep, just to keep them company.

XIX flowering: the heart of a king

YOU LOVE HIM.

He knows you do.

He flicks a gaze where you stand in a blue wave of sylleblossoms, your hand outstretched, balancing a dragonfly on your fingertips. Your expression is soft, glassy, your hair floating almost ethereally in the breeze. The mesmeric melancholy on your face draws him in, closer and closer until three stalks separate you and him. In this field, you are a free soul, bounding through crests of blossoms with the paper petals kissing your calves. Watching you wade through this sea of flowers, clutching a fistful of stalks with limpid heads of sylles, a smile on your face.

He reaches for you, fingers chasing after your shadows.

Only, the breeze whips around you, around him, scattering petals to the skies, thwarting him.

Between the snatches of blues, you cradle the blossoms to your breasts, eyes cut to sultry halves. There’s something hypnotic in the way the corners of your lips lift; you know he’s there, he knows you’re making a show out of it. Hands bring the sylleblossoms to veil your face, wispy blues hiding the pale pink of your lips. Eyes lidded low, coy. The sight is just enough to whisk warm flares in his belly and he is acutely aware of his intense need to cradle your cheek in his palm, thumbing your eyelids, just to taste the flower on your lips.

The first step he takes has him crushing a sylle under his foot. The earth is cool and moist beneath him, and the broken blossom dies between his toes. He doesn’t stop; he crushes a second one. Leaving behind a swathe of devastation, injuring the sylleblossoms with his every step, but he stops at nothing until he paves a road of death to you.

Here you stand before him, cradling the sylles when it should be him in your arms. He doesn’t want that.

His hand curls into your wrist tight enough to break your hold on the blossoms, scattering them in the little space between you and him. No, there shouldn’t be any space separating you two anymore. He doesn’t want that either. He wants you under him, so he tucks an arm around your midriff and pushes you to the ground, breaking your fall. He’s draped over you, falling in all the right nooks and crannies of your body as if you’re made for him, fitting him in all the ways he wants you to. On this bed of blossoms, hair fanning your face, you twist your head aside, teeth catching on your bottom lip.

Noctis. So good to me.

Hearing his name colours his vision in red.

All at once, your palm rests in his, with his tongue running over your little digits. These are the hands that feed him. These are the hands that love him. These are the hands that make him live. Each swipe of his tongue is reverent, worshipping your existence. He’s mesmerized with the way you tip your head back, the way you’re whimpering Noctis Noctis Noctis in fragments from your lips, the red in his eyes running over the reds on your cheeks. Your quiet little sounds are hungry with want, and he makes sure to return your show with his own as he licks a wet stripe from the heel of your palm to the tip of your index, nipping oh-so gently at the end.

Noctis, I want.

He knows you want. He wants too.

He sucks on your ring finger, getting a reaction more vocal than before, relishing in how hot you’ve become under him. Like a fevered flush leaving you delirious, all eager, all needy, all for him. You’re his. All his. And all that is his should be marked. His teeth circle the base of your finger and sink deep into your flesh, hard enough to leave imprints. You whine—Gods, a high-pitched noise that goes straight to the burning pit low in his belly, but you don’t resist because you love it, you love the pain, you love whatever it is he does to you. He releases you with a wet pop, licking his lips, leaning back just to admire the art he made.

A ring of teeth marks, just for you.

Noctis, I.

He loves you. You know he does.

Noctis knows, even when he disentangles himself from his sheets, that his throat is tight and he feels sick, but he too knows he’s just a man left on his knees, waiting for your hands to crown his hair.

MOST OF THE TIME, the prince is too busy to show up to practice sessions with Gladio. You kind of get that, since the final semester always hits the hardest. His little video call days ago proved how much him and Prompto were suffering, cramming as many words as they can in a single Word document before rolling the pencil to decide who’s proofreading the entire mumbo-jumbo. It’s a little bit sad too, you realized with a sip of your coffee at 3.48 a.m., that Noctis might be dying from caffeine overdose when he cracks open yet another can of energy drink to prep himself since he lost the roll.

As their senior—well, kind of senior, albeit clearly majoring differently from their course—you kindly shouldered the burden of proofreading instead. You’ve never heard Prompto bawling in relief and hailing you as their newfound savior, though it’s a little bit exaggerated and embarrassing to be regarded in such saintly light. Noctis only slurs a quiet thanks before he drops on his textbooks, sleep-heavy eyes just waiting to be laid to rest.

Quickly rectifying whatever jargon they misused, formatting the assignment for improved readability, and redoing their appalling citations from a scratch, it was only past five that you could resend the document for them to print and staple alongside other assortments. The call ended anticlimactically with a Prompto passing out on the couch and a sluggish Noctis yawning out another thanks, hand absently scratching his neck.

Poor boys. Suffering is part and parcel of university life, and nobody graduates without losing some part of their sanity. Or a huge chunk of hair, whichever comes first.

“Come on, milady, pull yourself together.”

Right now though, there are more pressing matters in hand. You squint at the whip, willing it to go away. “Uh. Trying.” It doesn’t budge an inch. “Trying.”

Byron is as unimpressed as ever. “Well then, try harder.” His gloved hands gesture at the entirety of the languid weapon all curled up on the hardwood, its segmented handle braided in leather, and the notched tail of blades resembling the jagged edges of a human spine. “Surely if the rest of the Crownsguard and Kingsglaive could do it, you can’t afford to disappoint them.”

You could only frown at the whip. That’s easy for him to say since he’s not the one trying to work the prince’s magic. “Trying harder.” The accursed whip still doesn’t budge, stubborn bastard. “Yeah—still trying, in case you haven't noticed.”

“Unless you’re trying to scare the whip with your glaring, whatever it is you’re trying, it’s not working at all.” At this point, even Byron looks like he’d rather do it himself had Noctis blessed him with magic—much like how he grows exasperated every time you do something either too slow or too imperfect for his liking. “Come now milady, remember what Nyx told you? Electricity. Magic is like electricity. Even Gladio demonstrated how he kept that trunk of a sword—surely that electric magic had something to do with the disappearance, like shorting the metal into molecules or something.” His expression falls for a split second. “Well. What was it that he said again?”

He’s not doing a very good job at lecturing you if he can’t even remember what Gladio said in the first place, and you’re pretty sure that’s not how physics and chemistry work at the same time. You sigh, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to work out a grand strategy in your ticking head. “He said to visualize a room, like you’re trying to put something in it. And taking it out is like removing the stuff,” you condense the whole speech, finding that it makes lesser sense the more you think about it. “I dunno, Byron. His Highness said it’s kind of like a room too. A weapon room, I guess?”

“I believe the word you’re looking for is armoury,” he supplies, murky eyes settling uncomfortably on you. It’s one of those expressions that says he’s disappointed in you, but he’s willing to see this out until the very bitter end. “Let’s try again from the top: Put your hand on the handle and reach out to the magic. Let it beckon you.”

Byron, coaching you on magic? When he knows nothing of it? Unbelievable. Yet his face is clean from laughter, not a twitch of an eyebrow whatsoever, and if you didn’t know any better, he could actually pass as some legit magic instructor from Harry Potter. On days Gladio can’t train you personally, he enlists Byron’s help in watching over you—codename for babysitting, really, though you don’t appreciate getting hawked like this. You’d rather have Gladio punishing you with ten push-ups for your ineptitude than getting served by Byron’s tongue.

Biting the inside of your mouth, you almost wrap your hand around the handle—until your phone beeps inside your pocket, and then you find yourself wrapping your hand around the device instead.

Byron only raises a slim eyebrow in disproval. He doesn’t say anything about your newfound addiction. He knows a vain effort when he sees one.

Ever since Noctis asked for your number, exchanging text messages on King’s Knight moved to an appropriate channel, one that actually sees you using your phone for proper communication. Texting is the only way for you to reach him, not to mention it’s the easiest method too. You trade texts with him on a daily basis now, reminding him to wake up earlier on Mondays and Wednesdays, keeping him company through lectures that are drier than Leiden landscapes, and snorting through late night video calls with caffeine-fuelled Prompto while they battle through three stacks of project papers.

This time, things aren’t any different as you give a cursory glance through the message.

busy?

Judging from the eyebrow permanently raised on Byron’s forehead, you toss him an apologetic smile, thumbs automatically keying in a reply.

Trying to make my whip disappear. Not working. Send help.

Another beep brings another message from the prince. It has Byron’s other eyebrow joining its friend up there, forming a bridge. You wince, hastily getting your job done, readying to banish your phone far far far away where you can’t reach it.

lol good luck

Meanie. Gonna head back to practice now, Byron’s grilling me with his eyes.

wait.

You take a moment to mouth Byron’s way, prince said wait, and the look he gives you aptly sums up whatever he thinks of Noctis in these three months. Still, he doesn’t stop you other than to mimic an unapologetically texting schoolgirl, sassing you by flipping his braid from his shoulder, one that has you rolling your eyes and turning back to Noctis’ message.

wait. you busy this weekend?

You look up from nosing your phone, resting your elbows on your knees, wearing the deepest frown that Niflheim surely couldn’t even pull from you. “Am I busy this weekend, Byron?”

“Please don’t tell me he’s asking you out,” he deadpans. You shrug, clearly having no idea what this is about, and he makes the most distressed sound ever in the back of his throat, the kind that sounds like it belongs on the wildlife channel. “Six help me. He’s going to ask you out.”

Is he? Somehow, that particular thought has you wetting your lips contemplatively, thinking of a reply witty enough to best Byron. Nothing comes. All you’re left with is Byron’s judgmental staring, complete with his arms squared across his chest, and the prince’s message on your phone. Neither of that solves your question, so you readily assume your weekend is free from disturbances, free enough for you to enjoy your time together with Noctis if he does ask you out.

Should be. Why?

specs’s birthday is coming up and i wanna get him something. come with me.

Ignis’ birthday is coming up?

You perk up, offering your phone to your babysitter, who’s already well underway dissecting every single sentence Noctis sent to you. “He said Ignis’ birthday is coming up. We need to get him something special.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that he’s still asking you out,” says Byron, already lifting your phone and examining the messages in different angles of light as though it’d unveil some sort of secret subtext inked in lemon juice. “But yes, I must confess, I’m rather fond of my alter-ego. Go ahead and ask the prince if he’s throwing a birthday party for the man. I imagine he’d rather like the thought, since it doesn’t look like the Prince appreciates him much.”

Ignis is Byron’s alter-ego? What a disturbing notion. Still, you don’t get the chance to pursue the conversation with your phone handed back to you, so your steady thumbs press in Byron’s demands.

Sure. By the way, are you throwing a party for Ignis?

nah, but prom wants that party tho lol

Relaying the message to Byron has him wearing the ghastliest disproval on his face, eyes blown wide and mouth twisting in obvious displeasure. “What? No birthday party for the poor man?” he spits out, clearly baffled with what Noctis is planning. “Hand me that phone, milady, I must correct this problem right away. And no,” he cuts you off the moment you’re fighting to keep your phone from him and failing, “you won’t stop me from throwing a party for him.”

Unsure of what to expect from this dramatic turn of conversation, you hang by the sidelines as Byron presses your phone to his ear. His fingers tap a methodical melody on the hardwood, impatiently waiting for the prince to pick up. Once your butler gets into this mode, not a single soul succeeds in telling him otherwise—Gods know you tried and died. And you’re not about to sacrifice yourself again like some martyr because you’ve seen the things Byron is capable of.

The moment Noctis picks up—or so you assumed, Byron opens his mouth, only to shut it with a click.

You nervously wet your throat with a gulp. Oh boy.

Seconds later, Byron’s eyebrows are hiking his forehead with an air of utter disgust. “Don’t use that deep sexy tone on me, young man, it’s obviously not going to sweep me off my feet,” he starts, clicking his tongue in disdain. You somewhat wonder what qualifies as a ‘deep sexy tone’ coming from Noctis, though the question remains unanswered when Byron tuts. “No. I’m not sorry for disappointing you, I’m not her. Now, enough with this pointless prattle, I’ve come to make my demands.”

More chatter coming from Noctis has you pitching your ears for any stray sounds.

Verdict: None.

“I hear you’re not throwing Ignis a birthday party,” he says, examining his fingernails, running a thumb over them. “As a manservant who clearly understands what it feels like to be unappreciated,” he eyeballs you, to which you launch a well-timed kick on his knee, one he counters with a warning smack to your ankle, “I’d like to remind you that Ignis Scientia is a fine man who probably does it all for you while you sit around and stuff yourself silly. Therefore, he more than deserves a party for his birthday.”

Another hum of silence, and Byron narrows his eyes at your phone.

Your stomach roils at the sudden stress.

“As far as I’m concerned, there is no royal decree preventing me from having his number,” he sighs, long and weary. “If it bothers you so much – oh, this is getting silly, we only exchange recipes and cleaning tips. Dull manservant stuffs a prince like you shouldn’t be concerned with. Nobody likes a jealous boyfriend, Noctis, you best keep that in mind for your next relationship.”

This is a disaster.

You know you can’t do anything but to internally cheer the prince to weather it through.

“Mhmm. Mhmm. Yes, thank you for getting back on track,” Byron lazily drawls. To you, he nods Noctis’ way and mouths kids these days as you submit a mental email to the Astrals to ask what you’ve done to deserve this nightmare. Probably a whole bunch of things starting with murder, that’s for sure. “Ah, all right, 7th February? Lovely date for a lovely man like him. 3.00 p.m.? Your apartment? And where exactly is your – huh, all right, settle down please, don’t shout. Do text milady the address later on.”

At this point, you wonder if you can attune the entire floor to Noctis’ armoury just so it’d suck you away from this place.

Byron, fortunately, doesn’t seem to notice your dead-eyed resignation to your fate. “See? That wasn’t so bad, you and I manage to have a civil conversation after all—oh,” he stops, lowering your phone to examine your blackened screen, amused. “He hung up on me. The nerve.”

You bury your face in your hands, rubbing your throbbing temples while you’re at it. It could’ve gone much worse, so you’re thankful for small mercies. At least Byron didn’t go completely off-tangent like a grandma next door. “Uh…on the bright side, I guess we now know Ignis’ birthday’s on 7th,” you murmur dryly. “Now we can get to work planning a party for him. Good job, Byron.”

“We? Did I hear that right?” he echoes, dusting his hands on his thighs, getting up from the floor. You crane your head to scrutinise the odd curve settling in the corner of his lips, and he returns it with excessive flair to the sweep of his bow, rising partway to shoot you a salute. “No, not we, milady, only me. You, on the other hand, have a whip to attune. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some shopping to be done.”

And he’s off, strutting towards the exit in a sashay that belongs on a catwalk runway.

You can’t help but to slump against the wall, defeated. “That’s so unfair,” you whine, causing your butler to throw his head back with a laugh that echoes through the training hall, a hand on the doorknob. “How come you get to go shopping and I don’t?”

“Oh, milady,” he turns on his heels, wearing a smile both deceptive and insincere in nature, “you have a date to prepare this Saturday, am I right? I can’t simply commit the sin of letting you wear last season’s fashion statements. I’ll be sure to find something suitable for your little outing. Floral patterns are all the rage these days.”

You’re definitely not buying that snide smile of his. “That’s just some fancy excuse ‘cause you just wanna go shopping, don’t you?”

Byron’s only answer is another heavy laugh, full with mirth. “I’ll text Nyx to replace me in light of this unexpected circumstance.” With a little cheery wave, scarlet eyes glittering beneath his bangs, he heaves the doors shut. “Goodbye, milady!”

Wood meets wood with a bang, silence goes sssssss from the air-conditioning, and you’re all alone with this whip. So much for a butler, goodbye indeed.

PALE SUNLIGHT FILTERS THROUGH cotton curtain, mellow rays diffusing in his dim room. Phone tossed aside, on the edge of his bed. His sheets smell like dried sweat, the air stagnant. It’s probably past eleven and he should be up for a replacement class slotted during lunch break, but all he does is to cover his face with his hand, eyes scrunched shut. At the backs of his eyelids you stand, hugging sylleblossoms the same way you hug a pillow.

The longer he looks at the love slackening your habitual indifference, the more he wants to brush his knuckles over your lips. The smaller the smiles gracing your face, the more he wants to kiss you to make it widen. The harder you fight back with whines too wanton and heart too giddy, the more he wants to pin you in place how one pins a butterfly to a corkboard.

It’s sick.

He’s sick.

A million and one questions harried his thoughts; how did it start, when did this happen, what should he do, but all he does is to kick off the sheets tangling his ankles, palm digging in the depression of his eyeball.

His cock had been straining heavy and full against his abdomen and it’s an ache he can rid in seconds with a few rapid strokes—Gods, that’s how fucked up he’s gone, but the thought of delving his hands in his pants, to desecrate his image of you—it’s something he can’t do. It’s disgusting. He’s disgusting. Prince Noctis pining over a girl in his disgusting desperation, venting out his frustration only in his dreams. Tabloids would salivate over the scandalous headlines, plastering it in bold all across Insomnia.

He wants to claw it all out, everything, starting from his careless curiosity of The Ghost in the Citadel, all the way to the weak curl of your spine as you mouth thank youfor the scant few words he uttered under the stars. Restart fresh from a scratch, forgoing all the hellos and goodnights and fencing you from a distance, keeping this on a professional level Ignis would approve. He’ll ascend as the 114th King of Lucis, reforming his father’s council into one of his own, one with his best friends and comrades—Ignis, Prompto, and Gladio—installed in their rightful positions.

And you, whatever it is you want to do, he’ll set you free.

No longer bound to the Andronicus and their antediluvian rules, you’re free to roam the lands after throwing a dart to the globe. Quintus will never set his hands on you, he’ll make sure of that, he’ll promise. It’s the least he can do, out of the many things you did for him.

Still, why does the thought raise an urge to retch? Jealousy, that is an ugly emotion he hasn’t felt in the years following his dad’s retreat. A primal urge to keep you with him, never with anyone else. Nobody separates you and him, nobody takes you away from him, nobody leaves him alone anymore. He hates it, hates how weak he feels when he sets his thoughts straight—but what can he do when it’s what he wants? You gave him whatever he needed no matter how meagre you had; you acknowledge his strengths and never once ridiculed him, you embraced his weaknesses and offered your shoulder instead.

He wants it all.

Wants all the time you spent on him, wants all the laughs you gave him, wants all the smiles you left him, wants your eyes fixed on him forever.

He craves you, that’s what it is.

Tossing on his mattress with a groan, Noctis rubs a hand over his clothed cock in an attempt to will it away. He’s so fucking hard since he woke up, it’s starting to hurt real bad. A damp spot’s already on the front of his sweatpants and he’s sticky all over. He needs to rub one out, that’s the best remedy to cure any stubborn erection, coming like it’ll purge him of his sins on any other day. On his bed or on the shower walls, whichever’s the closest release he can get.

Or maybe on your lips as you smile your glassy-eyed smile, his hand around your neck, painting your tongue in streaks of white.

Fuck, his cock twitches at the thought of debauching you in your whole. He’s venturing into the dangerous territory where reality blurs behind his fantasies, burning down all the bridges he’s crossed just to get to your side. His toes curl in the sheets when a hand subconsciously grabs his cock, already rutting into the callused roughness of his palm. It hurts, still dry for him to ride it out like this, but he’s too far gone to even give a shit where he’s heading even if it’s headlong into destruction.

His cockhead’s beading at the slit, angry red and peeking from the hem of his elastic, and the waft of cool air brushing over his over-sensitized skin has him biting his lip to keep it down. Fuck, he hasn’t even locked the door in case Ignis walks in, but fuck, you like littering bites on your bottom lip, don’t you? He’s learnt how you seem to chew on your lip when you’re thinking—it only makes him want to yank your mouth to his just so he’d introduce you to his teeth.

The slight slick from his precum makes things easier but not necessarily less brutal with the wild pace he’s set, thumbing at the head and smearing it all over his cock for makeshift lube. He grunts into his pillow, bangs in his eyes, that familiar coil taut and ready to burst in his belly. He’s fucked up in the head from your smile, he’s fucked up in the head for your mouth, he’s fucked up for you. There’s no turning back from being friends when he’s already shoving his cock down your throat in his foggy mind, hand holding the back of your head and letting you choke around his mouthful of cock and cum.

Oh, fuck, his hand is a poor substitute for your throat convulsing weakly around his leaking length, but he’s got nothing else than the you living in his head, making sweet little sounds like you worship his cock the same way you worship his existence. Noctis bites into his pillow with a groan when he pulls out of your messy mouth, rubbing his saliva-slick cock on your hot and wet tongue, savouring the way you wait on your knees for him to come all over you. He grits his teeth when the indulgent thought is one that shamefully tips him over the edge, snapping the tight coil in his belly and spurting warmth over his torso.

He’s done it now.

Fuck.

No turning back.

Coming down from the euphoric high of release has him panting harshly through his mouth, gulping in oxygen fast enough to replace the vacancy in his lungs. Cum cooling on his sweaty skin, fatigue settling in his muscles. The unmistakable scent intermingling with his stale bedroom air. Vision blurring, head heavy. Once he salvages the lasts of his thoughts before his illusions took over, the aftermath of his actions has Noctis reeling backwards in three parts shame and one part anger. Shame on him for succumbing to primal reactions when he defiles you into a slave of his, angry with himself for thinking about you in that way. His fingers are sticky when he stretches them to the ceiling, examining them with hooded eyes.

He knows.

He knows he’s officially gone off the rails when he first saw you sleeping without a care in the world, vulnerable, pure, weak on your white sheets.

He’s just prolonging the inevitable, isn’t he?

Swallowing the pathetic sounds he nearly makes, Noctis swipes his dirty hand clean on the sheets and twists to his side, curling up. Ridding the evidence rids him none of his guilt. The heat of his skin abates, but the throb of his heart doesn’t. Class is starting soon and he needs to pack up all his textbooks to sit through Modern Managerial for two hours and a half on an empty stomach unless he whips up some oatmeal to replace Ignis’ hearty breakfasts but all he wants to do is to call in sick and pass it off for some over-exhaustion from burning himself through a whole damn month just to cover up the fact that he jerked off to some lewd thoughts of his friend.

Scratch that. You’re not his friend. He doesn’t deserve to call himself your friend.

What kind of friend is he anyway? The shittiest, lowest kind. The kind that’d fuck your mouth with your head to the wall, that’s what. The kind that’d press his fingers over your ribs like a pianist over his keys, memorising the erotic way you shudder under him. The kind that wants to substitute your pillows just so you’d hold him instead. Exactly the shittiest, most fucked up kind of friend.

Swallowing his dry throat, Noctis tips his head on his flattened pillow and stares at the ceiling.

He needs to get his shit together, and fast.

Fast enough before he does something he can’t undo.

WEEKEND COMES WITHOUT MUCH FANFARE, putting Byron in a mood too good to be true. He hums, he bobs his head to some catchy pop tunes he Moogled on your computer, he even does a little backwards walk on the mopped marble. You find it cute that he’s jittery like he’s the one with a full weekend when you’re the one who stepped out of the shower smelling like crushed sugar, towelling your damp hair absently, ready to go out for the week.

As you plug in the hairdryer and blasted hot dry air, raking fingers through your locks to detangle knots, Byron sneaks into your room to stare at your reflection in the vanity. “You do realise this is a date, right?” he crosses his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing. “As in, not the friendly sort of date. A date date.”

“I wouldn’t call it a date,” you retort mulishly, angling the hairdryer from the drying tips and steadily working it up the length of your hair. “We’re both going out to get Ignis his birthday present.” At Byron’s pensive staring, you find it appropriate to bolster your argument with more defense. “You’re really overthinking things, Byron. Stop that. It doesn’t matter anyway, not with the way things are.”

Given the time, Byron’s persistence rivals a cockroach; it’s no wonder the two won’t get along before Byron winds up cutting the critter into two. He all but rummages through your closet, withdrawing purchases from days earlier that are still packaged in paper bags. “But you’re alone with him. It’s a date.” He makes it a point to stare in your eyes, nodding solemnly. “Your very first date, mind you.”

Technically, it’s not your first date, is it? If you follow his judgment on the matter, this makes it your third date. With your hair sufficiently dried, you switch off the device and set it aside, dropping on the vanity’s velvet stool. “He might bring Prompto along,” you offer, carefully putting your thoughts together. “Because, y’know, the more the merrier. Prompto probably didn’t have the time to put together a present for Ignis too, since they were all chasing deadlines these past few days.”

Emotionally-challenged Byron casually cocks a brow. “Then it’s a threesome.”

You give Byron a look. “Am I going to get one of those birds and bees lecture from you again? I’m not sure I wanna relive that trauma right now.”

“Milady, you need to realise that you’re at that age where men will find you incredibly ravishing.” He sighs, introducing his palm to his forehead. You make a face at the word because who even uses ravishing at this day and age anyway? “I saw that, don’t make that face at me, young lady,” he warns, clicking his tongue. “I was once twenty, all right? I know what boys think when they see a pretty lady walking down the streets.”

“Then make me unpretty.” You shrug, sorting through your comb and clips stowed in the drawer, deciding between a bejewelled claw and a fuss-free ribbon. “That solves all issues, doesn’t it?”

Byron sighs for what seems to be the umpteenth time in ten minutes, resting his head against the cupboard like he gave up on life. Or on you. Both sounds tempting. “It’s hard to devalue a work of art like you, milady. Even if I wrap you in last season’s Dior, you are still Mona Lisa hanging in the Royal Lucis Museum.”

“And what’s wrong with last season’s Dior again?” you roll your eyes at his dramatization, combing sections through your hair and scrutinizing your reflection, wondering what’s the best way to go about looking casual but not too casual—somewhere in between? Like you’re trying to look presentable, but not trying too hard. “It’s not a date, trust me.”

“You’d be very surprised at how fast this entire thing is turning into a cliché,” he points out, shuffling through flimsy chiffons in Hermes and pairing it up with some stiff pleated skirt from LV. He recoils at his disastrous matchmaking, sets down the two items, and picks through a bagful of Comme des Garçons instead. “Girl says it’s not a date, boy thinks it’s a date, they both go out together, and somewhere along the way,” he wrinkles his nose, “girl falls for boy, they kiss by the sunset, and go home to make out. Awful cliché, don’t let your romance suffer through the same predictable path. I’d rate your movie 1.5 out of 10 if that’s the case.”

You try your very best to remember why he’s your butler again. Right, some sort of contracted family deal from ages back, probably dating all the way to Solheim. “Just—can we drop this topic? I’m just hanging out with him, we both like the same things, and I’m expected to serve under his council somewhere in the future. Don’t set us up.”

Byron examines a floral YSL piece printed in pastels, holding it up to the sunlight. “Milady, he looks at you like a constipated man finding an empty stall in the public washroom. You’re the love of his life, the one he needs, in case you don’t understand my analogy.”

You do—just that it’s probably not the best one he’s come up with. “Uh. Doesn’t sound like a compliment, but I totally appreciate the sentiment all the same. Very Byronesque, as expected.”

Byron finds it appropriate to ignore you. “Noctis does seem like an awkward young prince who has little to no experience in love, given his sheltered circumstances. He’s like you—except, he’s the prince. So it’s understandable why he latches on to you the moment you show signs of accepting him for who he is. You and him are two halves of a moon, completing one another.” He holds up a plain sundress scalloped in sheer lace, thin straps crisscrossing down the back, and nods at the satisfactory shift of your expression. Then he kneels to sift through Manolo, trying to pop some colour on his overall co-ord for the day. “He’s a classic textbook fool on falling in love—trust me, I’m a man, I know what I’m talking about.”

You open your mouth to retort—only, your mouth is dry.

His ruddy eyes dart from the strappy wedges to your brooding face in a split second, turning back to his task once more. The corners of his lips are upturned, smug. It’s an answer enough. “What about you, milady? What do you think of him?”

Your nails cut crimson crescents in your palm.

Ignis’ birthday is next week. It’ll mark a full four-month friendship with Noctis, toeing the start of a fifth month in the making.

Four months passed since he showed up demanding your name, eating through your cereal and playing through King’s Knight with a Revenant weapon. He introduced you to the personification of a chocobo who photographs loads of things as he worked through part-times in hopes of saving enough for a Lokton. His Shield, on the other hand, puts you through the wringer by adding punishing reps to your regimen, gruff voice calling you lil’ lady. And his Advisor is a piece of work amiable enough to carry a conversation, yet distant enough to remain an enigma skirting your life.

What was it like without the prince?

Listening through mother’s tracks on your computer, Debussy making itself a home in your heart. Talking to the walls, talking to the books, talking to Byron, talking to yourself in front of the mirror. Mother’s hands never left your neck, her glossy fingernails raking your skin in welts. Insomnia is your pretty glass globe and Niflheim wants to shake it in its hands, stirring snowstorms in its wake. It was cold. It was lonely. You were cold and lonely.

Then Noctis came along and you forgot what it felt like to sleep alone.

You know what it is. You always do.

“I like him.”

And Byron’s smile turns bitter. “I know.”

You like him, you know you do. How can you not like the person who defended your rights against father, who wanted you like you wanted him? You purse your lips, turning away. “But you know how we are—you know how I am. He doesn’t know anything about me, about us, about mother, about father. I can’t possibly tell him—“

“Milady, does he need to know?” he interjects, sitting on his haunches. At your wordless silence, eyes uncertain, Byron clears his throat and tries again. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m certain King Regis remains unaware of what exactly the Andronici do. We may be nobles, but we are tied deeply to the underworld. The police, the mobs, the gangs, the yakuza—they are all under the Andronicus’ thumb. If His Majesty knows what your father, your grandfather, your great-grandfather, and the rest of your ancestors had done to keep Insomnia safe, I’m sure he’ll have a hard time trying to convict Quintus of anything without crippling everything.”

He words it as though he’s putting a finger on your lips just so you won’t tell anyone who ate the last cookie.

But Byron never minces his meaning.

Taking a deep breath, you mutter, “So…you’re saying I should continue keeping this whole thing a secret until my death.”

It isn’t a question. It’s a statement met with Byron’s approving nod. He brings the dress and the sandals together with him, dropping them in a hapless heap by your feet. Always reverent, always your dog, he kneels with his hands resting on your knees, tipping his chin to admire you like he always does.

“Ignorance is bliss, or so they say,” he chuckles low, warm breath fanning over your cheeks. Just like this, his fingers card through your hair, tucking stray locks behind your ear, thumbing your cheekbone. Sunlight brings out the blood in his pale irises, thick lashes curtained partway. “Milady, I do want to see you happy. I truly do. But these past few months have taught me that I can’t make you happy the way he does. If your happiness lies with Noctis, so be it, I’ll continue fighting to keep the smile you learnt from him.”

Happiness is subjective.

Happiness is when you hold a brand new video game in your hands, waiting to be played. Happiness is when King’s Knight gets patched with a new update, and you’d roll over in bed as you scuffled through the stages. Happiness is when Byron drops by with a new book, babbling about his latest reading recommendation and how you should read it too. Happiness is when mother sits at the piano, her elegant fingers pressing the ivory keys to produce a hymn only the Astrals could’ve bestowed, her eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering. Happiness is when King Regis’ letter finally came, freeing you from the shackles within.

And happiness is when you are here with him.

With Noctis.

Byron’s sincerity brings tears to your eyes, but they don’t fall down your cheeks—they never do anymore, ever since you eviscerated your innards to rid your feelings. Yet, his reverence tightens your throat, seizes your voice. You choke up.

He only runs his fingers over your wet eyelashes, grazing against your unshed tears. You draw his head to your chest, scrunching your eyes shut at the feel of his cheek resting on your collarbones. Hunching over like this, all balled up with Byron by your side again, you are aware of how insignificant you are without him. On your own, you would’ve slit your wrists in the tub, letting clear waters run red, letting the Andronicus end with you.

Byron gathers you in his arms, rubbing loose circles between your shoulder blades. His words are a soothing thrum against your neck, breathing in the lush scent of soap on your skin. “In the end, we are no better than your father. We are liars. We lie to keep those around us safe. That is what the Andronici do: We lie. We kill. And we lie again.”

You know. Aren’t you always lying? Aren’t you always killing people to get what you want? Human lives are the currency in your game, and you make it a point to have as much as you can before time runs out.

This is how it goes: You will amass a mountain of bodies by the time Noctis appoints you as his military strategist, and he will never know the things he does not need to know. Insomnia thrives under his reign, while you are every death sentence signed in blood. As he goes to bed each night, you will do a routine maintenance to sweep unnecessary dusts from stirring unneeded curiosity. For every dispute raised in the council, you will have already threaded your orders through the ranks, starting from the police, to the gangsters, to the yakuza, to the mob and the men. Those crossing your path will be carefully scissored out of the picture by way of Byron or their suddencooperation out of the plea of a beloved, whichever method most convenient at the moment of need. Decoys are magnificent, what more framing those complicit to the cause; suspect a foul play, and an execution is the remedy to all.

And this is how you will maintain your ecosystem, keeping a manicured garden free from weeds and pests.

Resting your cheek against Byron’s hair, idle fingers curling his ponytail between each digit, you clear your throat, fighting to keep your voice from cracking.

“You know, when I was young, I really liked reading all those fairytale books mother bought for me,” you confess, stewing in the indulgent thoughts of mother and her boozy smile, gifting you books to make up for the world father denied. Byron makes a quiet noise at your throat, and you give a small laugh at your foolishness fifteen years ago, holding him tight. “Thought I’d be one of those princesses when I grow up, wearing dresses and tiaras for my whole life. I was so wrong. Look at me now. What kind of fairytale princess am I?”

You don’t blame Byron for huffing under his breath, probably amused at your childishness.

Then his hand rubbing your back stills, lips burning words on your skin.

“Oh milady…you’re never a fairytale princess to begin with. You’ve always been the monster.”

[tbc.]

NOTES:

Hi, are there people still reading this fic and waiting for updates?

LPC updates long overdue? DON’T WORRY I GOT YOUR BACK! WITH TWO CHAPTERS BACK TO BACK! TLDR of my current life can be read here if you’re wondering, but all woeful life shenanigans aside, woah plot. And keeping secrets are no good but we’re only starting! Slow burn! Friends to lovers! Angst! And the next chapter is a plot-filled interlude of fun dates, car rides, and a certain creepy old man!

With this, we’re finally coming to an end with the FLOWERING arc, thanks for sticking around this far! Everyone’s support and heart-warming words on Tumblr didn’t fail to keep the passion going for writing LPC, and I really appreciate everyone’s enthusiasm and consistent check-ups on the next update! Again, I’m truly sorry for the one-year break, but I hope everyone enjoyed both chapters!

We’ve made it through BLOOMING, and we also made it through FLOWERING. Now, let’s welcome the next instalment, DECAYING. And you all know what that means… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

PREVIEW: [20] Nonchalantly picking out a petal streaked in rich pinks fading in whites, Noctis drops it into your outstretched hands. You crane your neck to reward his gift with a smile, and it’s all that he needs, really. He’s good at pretending, isn’t he? He’s been pretending he’s got his life together all these years, so he’s sure he can pretend to be your friend just a little while longer.

[21] Byron’s eyes are the colour of rust-eaten iron flaking gold over the years, corroded by the light. There is a disturbing twist to his lips. Caressing your cheek, he’s whispering go back to sleep too loudly and all you can tell him is wait byron i’m scared please stay voicelessly when your limbs don’t move and you can’t move and it’s dark, it’s too dark, but why can you see the line of his smile shifting into a smirk and—

[22] “…is it okay if you stay for the night?” you ask, the curl of your fingers tightening as if it’s a manacle chaining him where he should be.

[23] Sure, Noctis could disentangle your limbs from his and keep this memory all to himself, but he’s done lying to himself, he’s done pretending this is going nowhere when he wants it to go somewhere—anywhere, as long as it’s with you.

[24] Home. A word he lost when mom left and dad ran. A word he found in you once more when he realises his home exists in a person, not a place. Byron throws his gaze to the slice of sky above, counting the days when he’ll see you again. Home.

[25] Noctis feels his jaw grow tight at the aloofness of the answer. No, Ignis doesn’t understand at all. Ignis won’t ever understand this. How could he understand when he hasn’t suffered through a crippling loneliness only Noctis had felt? Through gritted teeth, he grinds out, “You don’t get it. I don’t want her to go too.”

[26] Noctis knows that much when Regis furrows his brows, understanding dawning in his eyes. “So we finally meet,” says Regis, exhaling the words like a laborious process, “young daughter of the Andronicus.”

[27] “And you, Highness? Will you still rally under her banner even if you know she slit her mother’s throat at sixteen?”

[28] Tossing a look over his shoulder, his eyes are alight with mischief. “Well, what’re you waiting for? For me to bathe you too? Aren’t you too old for that?"

Lord have mercy on me, because each chapter’s close to 10k words. RIP in pieces myself for having to edit through almost 80k of words. There’s a mixture of drama and so much fluff it’s so fluffy I could die from the fluff. (The fluff is just there as a distraction to hide the fact that this is DECAYING we’re talking about and there’s bound to be angst everywhere.)

Hope you guys enjoyed the updates on LPC, My Friend, Mr Noctgar, and My Little Sister ☆ Can’t Be This Cute! Looking forward to hear from everyone again; thoughts and comments are always lovely to hear!

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tyonfs · 3 years ago

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cherry girl!

❝ i think it’s about time i show you how good i can make you feel. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, gamer au (twitch streamer!jaemin), friends to lovers, fuckboy au, friends with benefits au, a little bit of angst

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexting, dirty talk, corruption kink, the classic “teaching them to fuck” trope, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), dry humping, praise, mc is very innocent, jaemin being a cocky loser (somewhat endearing?), jealous jaemin is a dick, sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, mutual pining

SUMMARY ▸ virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.

PLAYLIST ▸ know now by nct u • fuck up the friendship by leah kate • often by the weeknd • double take by dhruv

WORD COUNT ▸ 16722 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO RELEASE THIS i hope yall enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡ tag list is at the bottom and a big thank you to everyone who asked to be part of it!

YOU WERE NOTORIOUS FOR TALKING BIG.

So apparently telling Lee Jeno that his best friend couldn’t please you was a mistake. Na Jaemin, popular Twitch streamer slash campus heartthrob, had mentioned that he wanted to see you without the clothes you had on. It was a shameless move, but only Jaemin could say something so bold without faltering. Naturally, you laughed in his face.

When Jeno brought it up later, your conversation ran into several tangents, ending up with Jeno admitting that Jaemin wanted nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of you. (This was an exaggeration, you suspected, but the poor man wasn’t even present to defend himself). You weren’t blind; Na Jaemin was incredibly hot and could probably make your panties drop in seconds.

However, you were a little hysterical and claimed that Jaemin wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper. None of this was true, actually. Truth was, you were a complete virgin so you had no idea what you were saying. Jaemin could probably kiss your cheek and you would think about it for months. To be fair, you were a lightweight, and three shots of Pink Whitney was enough to get your mouth running.

On Friday night, while you were making a rather sad batch of spaghetti, you received your first sext from Na Jaemin.

jaemin: you up? jaemin: jeno just talked to me jaemin: said u were getting mouthy

you: what did he tell you?

jaemin: smthn ab u saying i can’t please you jaemin: i don’t think u realize what ur dealing with

Attached was a picture of Jaemin’s thighs in those godforsaken grey sweatpants—yes, the grey sweatpants that could bring a woman to her knees. His perfect, hardened cock strained against the fabric. His large, veiny hand placed right on his thigh.

You fucked up, you realized, but in the best way possible. There were girls who would kill for Na Jaemin to text them like this, but here he was, sending you pictures of him in all his glory. You could recount all the times you made fun of Jaemin for garnering a wide audience of girls on his Twitch channel, but you understood it all too clearly now.

you: idk what you’re talking about

jaemin: hmm jaemin: u sure about that kitten?

Your stomach flipped, dropped, turned—whatever they called it. You were experiencing all those butterflies that people often talked about. Your interactions with Na Jaemin in the past had all been safe-for-work, consisting of platonic food runs and platonic breakdowns over coding assignments together.

Now, though, you were seeing a side to him that you had never expected to witness in a million years. (However, you weren’t complaining).

It took you some time to gather your thoughts because this was one hundred percent the strangest thing that had happened to you in a long, long time. And you were friends with Mark Lee, so weird kind of followed you around on a semi-regular basis.

While your fingers hovered over the keyboard, trying to come up with some response, Jaemin sent another picture. You were at the edge of your couch, elbows resting on your knees as you examined what you had just been sent. Your cheeks felt hot as you relished the sight of Na Jaemin in his boxers, cock thick and hard against the material. You sighed contently at the way his hand pushed up the fabric of his shirt, showing off that delicious v-line. His bulge was sending your brain into overdrive, and you were somewhat flattered because this was OnlyFans material.

jaemin: did u like the surprise baby?

This was insane. Incredible. Out-of-this-world. Something that only happened to girls in cheesy rom-coms (if those cheesy rom-coms happened to be more explicit than PG-13).

A week ago, you were taking care of a wasted Na Jaemin on the floor of his apartment bathroom, and he had you clutching your sides with laughter when he moped about his broken phone. (He dropped it from Jeno’s balcony in a desperate attempt to save his doughnut, but at what cost?). His disheveled state had caught you so off-guard that you almost forgot that he was a big-shot streamer outside of your social circle.

Problem #1: You had no idea how to respond to this.

Something like “wow” or “yes” sounded far too dry, but it was far too cringe to add those stupid heart-eye emojis. Your head was spinning at this point—too fast for you to form a coherent thought—but your brain arrived at a risqué conclusion.

Send a nude back.

It seemed like the only fair thing to do. After all, Jaemin was exposing his body for you, so the courteous thing to do as a friend would be to do the same back. There was the chance, of course, that you would regret this later when you weren’t horny, but right now, this felt like the right thing to do. A noble act of trading nudes for the betterment of your relationship with Na Jaemin.

Problem #2: You had no idea how to take a nude.

Once you had your pajamas off, you felt far more sexy than you did when you were dressed in bunny slippers and a Winnie the Pooh onesie. You were sure the way you tried to angle yourself was not flattering at all. The arch in your back made it obvious that you were trying way too hard. You settled for laying down and deliciously crossing your legs to show off your Victoria’s Secret matching underwear and bra.

The fact that you had to retake the picture about fifteen times was quite embarrassing. Finally, though, you took one that you deemed acceptable to send to Jaemin. Your bra strap was hanging off your shoulder, coupled with your underwear hanging low on your hips.

Your heart was a mess when you hit send, and you stared at the screen for minutes just waiting for him to react.

Five minutes passed.

You drummed your fingers impatiently against your thigh, eyes narrowed at your silent phone. For a while, you thought pretending you didn’t care would spur a notification, but nothing seemed to be working. You even turned it off and then back on to see if your notifications were just being buggy.

Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds. It had been ten minutes since your last message.

The thought of possibly missing the notification crosses your mind, and even though that was virtually impossible since you were watching your phone like a hawk, you gave yourself the benefit of the doubt. You turned your phone on again and sifted through your notifications from various social media apps. Yet, not a single notification was from the one person you were waiting for.

You let out a frustrated sigh and sank back into your seat. Your brain was regressing into flooding with the absolute worst-case scenarios, and you had to remind yourself that no, Y/N, just because Jaemin hasn’t texted you back in six minutes doesn’t mean he got into a car crash.

But now it had been seven minutes, so maybe he had gotten into a car crash.

Amidst your meltdown, though, your phone vibrated. It was a good thing your roommate, Huang Renjun, wasn’t around. If he had seen how you fumbled with your phone, you would’ve been teased endlessly. Who could blame you when it was the first picture of your body you had ever sent? You were still wading in virgin waters, and no one had yet pulled you out.

jaemin: fuck baby jaemin: do u know how hard i am rn? jaemin: god jaemin: u look so pretty in those tiny panties jaemin: mm jaemin: wanna rip them off and make u feel good

The string of texts sent your head in a whirl. Obviously, you were over the moon with his reaction, but when Jaemin’s caller ID popped up on your phone screen, you nearly had a heart attack. Displayed was a picture of him sitting on the sidewalk with a traffic cone on his head. You remembered the exact day you took this; Jaemin was drunk off his ass, and he texted you and Jeno to pick him up from a party. Jeno never responded because he was pages deep in his lab report, so you walked all the way to some satellite frat house to take Jaemin home.

In a matter of seconds, your brain was battling whether to pick up or not. You weren’t sure if you were mentally ready for this conversation or if you were ready for the course of your friendship with Jaemin to change forever, but you steeled your nerves and accepted the call.

“Hey,” came Jaemin’s husky voice. His words were staggered and a little breathless. “So… you picked up.”

“Of course I did,” you replied, willing your voice not to waver. “Um… what’s up?”

Jaemin paused and everything seemed to click for you. Staggered, breathless words. Your heart was freefalling from whatever cloud it was on.

Jaemin was fucking himself while talking to you. Fucking himself because of you.

Quite honestly, this would be the kind of thing that would put you off. You were normally creeped out by men who made such advances on you. However, this time, you felt somewhat flattered considering it was coming from Na Jaemin, the hottest guy you had ever met.

So, now, you were incredibly turned on.

Jaemin scoffed a little, amused. “You thought I’d let you off after you sent that picture?” You could hear shuffling over the line, which your brain determined was him sitting up. “Touch yourself for me, Y/N.”

Problem #3: You had no idea how to touch yourself.

It wasn’t like you never had a horny thought ever. You often found yourself wanting to get yourself off, but no matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t get yourself there. Masturbating left you defeated, rubbing at your folds tiredly with no taste of sweet victory.

“O-okay,” you replied, sliding your hand down the front of your body until it slipped past your underwear.

Your breathing shallowed as your fingers attempted to work on your folds. You prodded at your entrance with careful hands, daring to slip a finger inside, but every time you tried, you couldn’t get past the tight squeeze. Jaemin was groaning and cursing under his breath on the other end of the line, sending shivers down your spine. His husky voice was encouraging you to try even harder, and the way he chanted your name made you feel giddy.

Hundreds of fangirls in the comments of Jaemin’s streams practically begged the man to say their name, and here you were, hearing it so raw and unfiltered and dirty.

You were frustrated, though, because you couldn’t seem to feel any pleasure with what you were trying to do. You supposed you simply didn’t know how to masturbate properly, or you hadn’t found a method that worked for you. Still, when you heard Jaemin groan a little louder and let out an exalted sigh, you tried to fake an orgasm to share the moment with him.

Seconds later, you were caught.

“You didn’t get off, did you?” Jaemin asked, his deep-pitched voice filling your ears like a melody.

Embarrassed, you wished you could shy away from the conversation, but you instead whispered, “I couldn’t.” You paused for a moment. “I wanted to.”

“I knew it.” The inflection in Jaemin’s voice made your head spin, and even more so when he said, “I’m coming over.”

“You are?” you asked, dazed.

“Be there in ten.”

When Jaemin hung up, you stared at your phone for a minute straight. Ten minutes. In ten minutes, Na Jaemin would be at your door, and then he would probably be pinning you up against it. You were about 31.5% prepared for this, so you just about flew to your closet to pick out an outfit. You were certain Jaemin wanted to see the lingerie from the picture you took, so you put on a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts over the set. You were sure he’d appreciate the thin material, especially since it was so revealing.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity.

You swore each second that ticked by lasted milliseconds longer than it should’ve been. You were a bit frustrated that applying a quick layer of lip gloss didn’t take up eight of the minutes, and thus, you ended up staring at your iPhone clock for the remaining duration of time.

Jaemin didn’t even live very far. You two were in the same apartment building, separated by a few floors. On the first day of university, you met him at the housing block party, courtesy of Jeno and Renjun. Those two were the only reason why you knew Jaemin personally and—

Oh god. Renjun.

How were you going to get railed in peace when you shared an apartment with Huang Renjun? It wasn’t like the walls were paper-thin, but, then again, you weren’t experienced enough to know how loud you were during sex.

While you were trying to convince yourself that you might not even lose your virginity tonight, a knock came at the door.

You flew to your feet. In the matter of seconds between you walking to the door and opening it, all you could think about was how you were going to finally slice through the sexual tension between you and Na Jaemin. He was finally going to touch you and show you the pleasure you had been craving. So, you took a deep breath and opened the door, ready for a mind-blowing night.

Or not.

Na Jaemin was indeed at the door, but he wore a sheepish grin as Jeno, Donghyuck, and Mark stood behind him. The expectations you had for tonight were freefalling off the side of a cliff before shattering on the ground.

“Yo, where’s Renjun?” Mark asked, stepping out of his slippers and walking into your apartment like he owned the place. He stuffed his hands in the pocket of his sweater and looked at you. “Y/N, you’re watching National Treasure with us, right?”

“Looks like I am now,” you replied, and only Jaemin seemed to pick up on the bitter undertone in your voice.

He hung back while the other three went to wake Renjun up. Now, you and Jaemin were alone, your friend’s voices becoming background noise from the other room. You were shocked at how the sexual tension fired right back up, and Jaemin’s hand reached forward to grab your hip.

“I tried to go out alone,” he explained, “but Jeno caught me and invited the others when he found out I was going to your place.”

“Oh.” You tried to wave it off like you didn’t mind. “That’s fine. I wanted to watch a movie with everyone, anyway.”

Jaemin snorted, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts. “Is that why you dressed up for me?” He dipped his head to get a better look at you. “You wouldn’t wear something like this just to watch a movie, right?”

Your cheeks heated up when you saw the smirk tugging at his lips. In that moment, you realized you were utterly doomed. There was no way you were going to make it through the night. Not when Jaemin was like this.

“But that’s okay,” he added under his breath, “because I’m the only one who knows what you’re wearing underneath.”

And, because God forbid you have one moment alone with Na Jaemin, cue your roommate followed by your pesky friends.

“Can a guy get some sleep on a Friday night?” Renjun muttered, rubbing his eyes as he walked out of his room. The mischievous grins of his friends followed him out.

“You’re crazy to think you could actually waste away a Friday night,” Donghyuck retorted. “Aren’t you a college student?”

“C’mon, Renjun,” Mark urged. “It’s just two hours.” He looked up to see you and Jaemin at the doorway. “You two are joining us, right? Don’t be lame like Renjun.”

“Lame? I literally woke up to watch it with you guys!” Renjun objected.

You glanced at Jaemin before looking back at the four with a sweet smile on your lips. “How could I miss it?”

The six of you often spent time together like this, so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary that they were showing up uninvited. Sure, Renjun wasn’t too happy about that, but you knew the best way to make him forget was by making him his own batch of popcorn, so that’s exactly what you offered to do. Everyone else was content with sharing one bowl, but Renjun got snappy if there were too many people pawing through his bowl.

When Jaemin strolled into your kitchen, you already knew trouble was brewing behind those gleaming eyes of his. He hardly tried to help out, normally settling for lounging on the couch until someone forced him to get up. His very presence alerted you that he was up to no good.

Problem was, you liked the sound of no good.

“Renjun’s such a baby.” Jaemin snorted at the sight of you getting a separate bowl of popcorn for your housemate.

You shot him a knowing look. “And you’re not?” you fired back. “As I recall, you were the one complaining about Jeno getting you ketchup instead of honey mustard last week.”

Jaemin leaned against the kitchen counter, a pout settling on his lips. It was funny seeing him so domestic and tame, considering you were listening to him moan over the phone just a while ago. When you assumed the conversation left him defeated, Jaemin decided to speak up once again after you started the microwave. As always, you were left baffled by how horny college boys were.

“So you didn’t touch yourself, huh?”

Jaemin’s eyes were trained on the thin fabric of your shorts. Meanwhile, you were choking on air, hitting your chest to calm your breathing and process how blunt his words were. You were glad your friends were chatting loudly in the living room because this wasn’t a conversation you wanted anyone to eavesdrop on.

The look in Jaemin’s eyes shifted to something darker—more lustful. He tugged your arm closer to him so that he could grab hold of your hip, moving you so that you were in front of him. You were standing right between his legs, pressed close to his body, and you found it hard to breathe because you had never been this close to your friend before.

You knew exactly what you should’ve done. You should’ve pushed Jaemin away, told him this wasn’t the time, and went back to the living room to enjoy your movie night with your friends.

Instead, you gripped the front of his shirt tighter when he moved his hand from your hip to the front of your shorts.

No, no—this was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be doing this with your friend; it would change the entire trajectory of your relationship with him. Moreover, only a wall separated you two from the rest of your friends. What you had to do was—

He dipped his head so that his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

—forget everything and let Na Jaemin fuck the daylights out of you.

You were flipped around, hips pushed against the kitchen counter as Jaemin’s impatient hands roamed your body. He groped your tit with one hand as his lips ghosted the skin along your collarbone. You were trying not to whimper from how his other hand was palming your cunt so carefully, like you were glass.

However, when Jaemin’s finger brushed against that one spot that made your head go dizzy and your knees buckle under you, you remembered that you were the biggest virgin and had no idea what to do. The problem was that Jaemin had no idea about your lack of experience. In fact, the reason he was going to these lengths was probably because he thought you knew what you were doing.

The sound of the microwave beeping made you two pull away instantly, like magnets repelling. Mumbling an apology, you took the fresh popcorn out and portioned it in two bowls—one for Renjun and one for everyone else.

Jaemin took one of the bowls. “We can continue this later,” he mumbled in your ear before slinking back to the living room.

You took a second to gather your bearings before following him to where your friends were situated. To your relief, no one added on by asking why you and Jaemin were taking so long in the kitchen. They all seemed to settle into the understanding that you two were terrible at being time-efficient. Donghyuck’s head was buried in his phone, Mark was helping Jeno pick out a movie, and Renjun was rubbing his eyes and pouting. When Jaemin handed him his popcorn bowl, though, he perked right up.

“Thank god,” Renjun gushed. “I was gonna die if I heard Hyuck complain one more time about his side piece flaking on him.”

“Girls are so complicated,” your friend whined in response. “She wanted me but now she’s backing off because she’s scared about losing her virginity, but now she still expects something from me. What am I supposed to do about that?”

Awkward. That was quite literally you.

Jaemin took a seat on the couch beside you. He covered himself with the blanket you were sharing, and the close proximity made you more conscious of him. Maybe you were starting to regret running your mouth because this was the most overwhelming situation you had ever been in. You thought you were going to pass out then and there.

“Hyuck, it’s not like you were looking for a relationship, anyway,” Jeno chimed in. “You and Jaemin terrify me.”

“All I did was sit here and make your popcorn,” Jaemin defended himself. “What did I do for my name to be slandered?”

You snorted. It was no surprise to anyone in your friend group that Jaemin and Donghyuck were probably the two biggest heartbreakers of the group. While Donghyuck simply just had bad luck, Jaemin was the one who got flighty out of nowhere—a true red flag.

This made you even more nervous about starting anything with him. However, when you felt his hand run up your bare thigh, you remembered how red was, in fact, your favorite color.

You spread your legs a little, heart pounding faster than ever. You could barely hear the intervals of your heartbeat. A psychologist should’ve really been analyzing your behavior right now. You hadn’t even tried dipping your toes into the water; you were jumping completely into Na Jaemin.

You knew you had to tell him that you had never gone this far before, but you had no idea how to bring it up. It could go several ways, but the outcomes you were most worried about were a) Jaemin laughing in your face, b) Jaemin distancing himself, or c) Jaemin getting upset because you didn’t tell him earlier.

When he continued circling his fingers over your shorts, though, you realized he was going to find out eventually, whether you told him or not.

He didn’t waste any time before his fingers slid under your shorts and rubbed against your clothed cunt. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, forcing yourself to not cry out when Jaemin’s thumb rubbed precise circles over your clit. It wasn’t all that surprising that he knew exactly where to pleasure you, but you found it hard to keep up with your friends’ conversation while Jaemin was stimulating your clitoris.

You were starting to squirm after a while, so Jaemin took that as his cue to go further. He pushed your underwear aside to rub his fingers along your folds. You hoped you didn’t look as dazed as you felt, but then you had to suppress a moan when you felt his finger ease inside you.

The conversation from your friends was drowning out, and you were staring blankly at the TV screen as Jaemin was slowly fingering you. His thumb circled your clit all the while, testing to see how far he could go. After a while of unresponsiveness from your side, you started squirming again when Jaemin started teasing another finger in you.

“Jaemin, everyone knows you’re the enemy of all women,” Renjun said. He whipped his head around and warned his friend, “I’ll kill you if you go anywhere near Y/N, by the way.”

“Yeah, don’t corrupt our Cherry Girl,” Mark added flatly.

“Cherry Girl?” you asked, wondering if you should be offended or not.

“You know,” Jeno started, “the cherry—like your virginity.”

Ah. Lovely.

You just laughed in response—practiced, empty. It was your little party trick of fooling people into thinking you found something funny. In this case, you were just trying not to slip over the edge and come undone in front of your friends.

Then, you realized you might have fucked up.

Jaemin just found out you were a virgin.

To be fair, virginity was a social construct, so it wasn’t like Na Jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden.

Okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

“You’re a virgin?” Jaemin asked, and his hand stilled inside of you. Your breath was caught in your throat for a moment, and your eyes darted everywhere but him until you made a strangled sound of confirmation. To your surprise, Jaemin grinned. “Nice.”

“Hey!” Renjun snapped. “What’s nice supposed to mean?”

Jaemin held his free hand up in surrender. “Give me a break. I just meant it’s nice to save yourself for that special someone.”

Renjun seemed sold, but he narrowed his eyes at Jaemin. “I know how horny you get. Don’t corrupt Y/N.”

Jaemin grinned sheepishly at him, and while everyone took that as agreement, you were trying to hold your breath as his two fingers pumped in and out of your cunt. There was no way you were going to get through the movie like this, but Jaemin was insistent.

When you made eye contact with him, the gentle smirk on his lips was enough to make your brain go haywire. He adjusted the way he was sitting on the couch, which you assumed was so that he could get you to sit on his lap. You closed your eyes, and you quickly realized the cinch in your gut was the preamble of an orgasm. However, when Jaemin was in the perfect position, Mark turned and laid down so that his head was in his lap.

“Are you kidding me?” Jaemin whispered, sliding his fingers out of you quickly. You wanted to scream when you felt your oncoming high dissipating.

“What?” Mark complained. “I wanna be comfy for the movie.”

“There’s a lot of ways you can be comfy without being a cockblock, Mark,” Jaemin muttered coldly. When Mark made a sound of confusion, seemingly not hearing his friend, Jaemin turned his head to whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to stay over after they leave?”

It took you a moment to realize that his fingers weren’t in you anymore. You were so sexually frustrated, but you nodded in response, leaving Jaemin smug for the rest of the movie.

Jaemin was a complete loser, you decided.

Not only did he fall asleep on your couch, but when he peeled off his sweater earlier, you discovered that he was wearing a Twitch shirt underneath. He was going to fuck you wearing a Twitch shirt. That was probably the most horrifying news you had come across in a long time, and that was saying a lot considering you found Renjun microwaving his fruit last week.

Mark, Donghyuck, and Jeno weren’t too keen on spending the night on the couch, so they decided to ditch their poor friend and go back to their respective apartments. Renjun slinked back to his room, passing out as soon as his head hit the mattress. Jaemin was left on your couch, one leg dangling off as he hugged a pillow. You left a blanket for him, but he let it drop to the floor after being tucked in for a mere ten minutes.

You scoffed, but you had to admit Jaemin’s sleeping face was adorable. He looked so calm and peaceful when he wasn’t hyped up on several shots of espresso.

“Stop staring at me, creep,” Jaemin mumbled, eyes still closed.

You jumped a little at the sudden accusation. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep? It’s creepy that you could even tell I was still here… creep,” you fired back.

Jaemin snickered, a playful smile crossing his lips. “What? Did you wanna fuck on the couch?” He shifted slightly so that he was facing you, and this time, he opened his eyes groggily. “I mean, we’re finally alone so—”

“You’re wearing a Twitch t-shirt,” you retorted. “Change into another shirt and I’ll consider it.”

Jaemin pouted. “That’s so mean, Y/N. This is, like, who I am.”

“A Twitch streamer is your entire personality,” you clarified, to which Jaemin nodded. “Enticing.” When your best friend snorted in response, you continued, “Renjun says you’re bad news, so you’ll have to convince me that this is a good idea.”

Jaemin opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He seemed rather stunned by your statement, which was funny considering he didn’t seem to have any objections earlier. You wondered if he was just trying to put on a front for you, but it was Jaemin. Why would he care how he came off in front of you? You were already too close with him to judge him for whatever came out of his mouth.

“Bad news? Me?” He sat up this time, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just because I slept around? That’s harsh.”

“Well, it doesn’t exactly make you look like a saint,” you pointed out.

“But I’m a Twitch streamer,” Jaemin whined, reaching forward to grab your waist. You swallowed down your shriek as he pulled you onto his lap, holding you close. It was nice like this, you realized, and Jaemin was warm. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and continued, “Shouldn’t that cancel out all the fucking around I did?”

You laughed at his reasoning, swiveling a little in his lap to face him. “I’ll have to admit, gamers can be hot, though.”

“Oh? You think I’m hot?” Jaemin smirked a little, and you had to fight down the shyness creeping up your neck. For a second, he was just staring at you, taking in everything about you. “Y/N, it’s been really hard trying not to kiss you all night.”

Normally, this would be the part where you two kissed and spent a passionate night together after being cockblocked all evening. However, you felt a snarky comment coming to mind and replacing whatever sexual urge that was rising.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have invited over every single mutual friend we have,” you countered bitterly. You bit your lip before you added, “I was ready to just spend the night with you.”

Jaemin sucked in a sharp breath, his hands dropping to squeeze your hips. “You’re a virgin, right?” His hands then moved onto your thighs, rubbing up and down. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I wouldn’t have finger-fucked you like that if it was your first time.” When you didn’t respond, a smile grew on Jaemin’s face. “No way. You liked it, didn’t you? You liked me touching you in front of our friends.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at his vulgar words. “Jaemin!” you exclaimed, looking back at him with wide eyes. “That’s so—”

“Okay, then tell me I’m wrong,” he cut in. “Tell me you didn’t like staying quiet while I fucked you under the blanket.”

Unfortunately, you knew that you were a terrible liar and there was no point in trying to defend yourself. You had to come clean to Na Jaemin.

“Fine,” you spat. “Maybe I did get turned on when you were fingering me in front of everyone, but it’s not like I wanted to be caught or anything.”

Jaemin wore an amused expression, and you had never felt so vulnerable in your life. You tried to avert your gaze, but he grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye.

“And this is coming from the cherry girl who said I wouldn’t be able to please her earlier,” Jaemin mused, scoffing a little. “You’re so dirty for someone so innocent. I think it’s about time I show you how good I can make you feel.”

Maybe a couch wasn’t exactly the most romantic place in the world to have your first time, and Na Jaemin definitely wasn’t a romantic person (to you, at least), but you felt comfortable with him. After all, you hadn’t exactly heard of good first-time experiences from your friends. Donghyuck mentioned how his first time was in the blind spot of a parking lot, and the police ended up pulling over next to them.

With Jaemin’s lustful eyes gazing at you so tenderly, you wanted to give in. (Yes, even with that damn Twitch shirt he wore).

You hardly had time to process how his eyes dropped to your lips, butterflies flocking to your stomach in seconds before Jaemin was leaning in, pressing his soft lips to yours. You reciprocated almost immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck and adjusting your position so that you were straddling his lap. Jaemin leaned back on the couch, hands dropping to the back of your thighs as he lazily kissed you.

Strangely enough, it felt like the most normal thing in the world to kiss Na Jaemin. After a while, your mouth moved in perfect sync with his, and you wondered how the hell you never thought of doing this before. His tongue was making you feel dizzy, but before you knew it, your tongue was dancing with his so naturally.

Jaemin sat up straighter, hands traveling up your body once you two were chest-to-chest. He broke from your lips to press kisses from your jawline to your neck. You could only let out soft whimpers as he mapped his way down your body, eventually getting to the swell of your breasts.

You were supposed to feel exposed and vulnerable as Jaemin tugged your shirt and bra aside, but you felt safe. You felt safe even as he took your tit into his mouth, tongue tracing a pattern around your nipple. You felt safe even as he littered hickies over your chest.

A fire rekindled in Jaemin. He grew more passionate, more eager. You could feel the desperation dripping off of him as he pushed you down on the couch, switching positions so that he was over you, eyes racking your body with a newfound hunger.

For a second, you just got to admire his beauty and take a breather. Jaemin tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. You turned your head to look at the discarded clothing. You quickly realized that you were supposed to do the same, so you peeled off your shirt as Jaemin was taking off his pants.

“Ah, the pretty little shorts you put on just for me,” he noted, holding eye contact with you as he helped you out of your shorts. You could hear the strangled growl in the back of his throat. “You look so fucking pretty.”

The effect his words had on you were insane, but you had to remind yourself that this was Jaemin. You two were good friends and regularly hung out; this wasn’t some guy you had been romantically involved with.

“You’re just saying that because we’re about to have sex,” you said with a light laugh, a touch nervous. Yeah, part of you didn’t want that to be true, but the other part of you had no idea how you would feel if it wasn’t true.

Jaemin’s eyes hardened. “Are you kidding? I’ve always thought you were gorgeous.”

You drew in a sharp intake of breath.

Not perfect. Gorgeous. No, you weren’t perfect. Not untouchable or unattainable for Jaemin. Not someone he could admire from afar and never bring himself to go after. You were gorgeous. You were someone he found captivating even without a rose-tinted lens. He saw every side of you, and he still thought you were gorgeous.

Jaemin pressed a slow kiss to your shoulder. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly. “Let’s move to your room, then.”

You honestly didn’t expect much from Jaemin, but you underestimated just how built he was. He scooped you up like you were nothing, and you had to take a few seconds to process the fact that you were lifted off the couch so easily. His hands gripped your bottom firmly, but his fingers were brushing against your inner thighs and you found it difficult to keep your cool.

Jaemin kicked the door shut behind him and laid you down on the edge of your bed. You were confused why he left your legs dangling off the side (and it wasn’t very comfortable), but then it hit you when he situated himself between your legs.

He was about to eat you out.

“I’m gonna taste you here, pretty girl,” he hummed, fingers prodding against your clothed cunt. That strangely endearing shit-eating grin spread across his face. “I hope you return the favor one day.”

You grew shy at that. “I don’t really know how to do that…”

“I’ll teach you,” he insisted, “but right now, I want you to relax for me.” Jaemin made eye contact with you for a split second while he was tugging down your underwear. “Tell me when you want me to stop.”

“Noted.”

You swallowed thickly. This was your first time experiencing something like this, and you were more anxious about what Jaemin would think about seeing you in full glory. His incomprehensible groan when he saw you bare surely elevated your confidence, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth would be over your folds in seconds.

You could pinpoint the exact moment his tongue came into contact with your cunt because your senses heightened in seconds. You felt like you were falling into a haze with the way Jaemin’s tongue worked on your folds. He gripped your thighs with fervor as he pressed kisses up to your clit.

You shuddered when he started sucking on the little ball of nerves, but you yearned for more. Jaemin noticed how you fisted the sheets, smirking against your folds. Your hips lifted, getting as much more friction as possible, wordlessly begging for more.

The night was quiet apart from your blissful sighs and the sounds from Jaemin’s mouth making you fall apart at the seams. You became a squirming mess under him, and Jaemin forced your hips down as a warning. He was strong, you realized, and you were inching closer to your high at the thought of him using all that power to fuck you until you were spent.

“H-how are you so good at this?” you croaked out, slapping one hand over your mouth before a moan escaped.

Jaemin pulled away for a moment to look at you, and he grinned in that cocky, arrogant way that was so incredibly sexy. “What? I’m just spelling out your name with my tongue.”

You had no explanation for how hot that sounded.

“Well keep it going then,” you ordered, pushing at his head to get him back between your legs. “It feels different—good different.”

Truthfully, you couldn’t describe the feeling, but it was like a knot of pressure was daring to unleash. You wanted to just let it happen, but every time Jaemin slipped away, you felt a little more of it disappear. It was starting to frustrate you, so you whined and pressed your thighs together.

Jaemin spread your legs again. “Can’t make you feel good if you keep your legs closed,” he said. “I’m gonna show you how to get yourself off for real, Y/N. I want you to do it while I’m eating you out.”

“Huh?” you asked blankly as Jaemin took your hand and moved it to your cunt. He placed your fingertips over your clit and made you rub in tight circles. In a breath, you whispered, “Oh my god.”

“Keep doing that for me, princess.”

You could only respond with a broken whimper. Compared to Jaemin’s expert fingering earlier, you felt more amateur, more sloppy. It seemed to be getting the job done, though, because you could feel an undercurrent of pleasure rippling under your flushed skin.

Jaemin’s tongue snaked inside you, and you had to blink several times to keep your sanity at bay. Your head was clouding at the way he was making you feel good in places you never expected to reach. With a few more strokes of his tongue, your orgasm came crashing over you before you could even think about warning Jaemin.

He groaned against your cunt as it pulsated from the overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing. You always thought orgasms were specific to the one area, but you could feel this sensation all over. It was the pinpricks of heat prickling your skin, the euphoric wash making your brain foggy, and the trembling limbs that tied it all together. You were a whimpering, shaky mess as you rode out the waves of pleasure that Jaemin worked out of you.

When your walls nearly stopped pulsating (save for the occasional twitching), Jaemin took that as his cue to stop abusing your cunt. You let out a light huff when he stood up again, looking down at you with that cocky smirk on his lips.

“Sounds like you enjoyed that,” he commented. You could tell his ego was through the roof, and it pissed you off a little. “Didn’t you say something to Jeno? Something about how I wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper?”

Ah, yes. The very reason why you were trying to keep your moans in (to no avail). You knew Jaemin wouldn’t let you hear the end of it, and this was a problem in and of itself considering he was downright insufferable both in and out of the sheets.

“Fine,” you gave in after putting aside your stubbornness. “I take it back. Plus, I was drunk, so you can’t really hold it against me.”

“They say drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Well, I also said I’d fuck Jeno when I was drunk,” you fired back.

Jaemin pushed back his hair as he got over you, pushing you back as he did so that your full body was on the bed. He eyed you carefully, and for a moment, you were holding your breath out of pure anticipation. The dark look clouding his eyes was enough to keep your mouth shut. Jaemin placed his hands on either side of your head.

“Oh? You’d fuck Jeno?” he asked, eyes narrowed at you. “I don’t think so.”

Strangely enough, you felt offended. “What? Why not?”

“You and Jeno aren’t compatible,” he replied, positioning himself in seconds just to roll his hips against yours. This incited a sharp exhale from you, causing Jaemin to simper at how submissive you became. “You wouldn’t go for him. Not when you have me.”

“W-what makes you think that?” you asked, choking up at the end when Jaemin started a steady pace of rocking his hips against yours, and you could feel his longing by the way he was humping you.

This time, however, Jaemin didn’t respond to your question. Instead, he asked, “Ready to be fucked, Cherry Girl?”

You scoffed a little at the nickname but drew him closer to your body. You weren’t sure why you felt so intimate in the moment, but you just wanted Jaemin to make you feel good already. There was one part of you, though, that wanted to make love, and you tried to push it down as far as you could, but it kept creeping up on you.

You could tell Jaemin was hesitant himself. He seemed to be fighting some war of morals in his head, as if he was just realizing that the entire dynamic of your friendship would change forever at this very moment. You figured it was actually a lot for Na Jaemin to use his brain at a time like this. He was the kind of guy to think with his dick, and then be met with rationality hours later when the deed had already been done.

“You know,” he started, “we should really come up with a safe word.”

“A safe word?” you asked. You had heard of safe words being used, but you thought they were for people with kinks that were out of your comfort zone; if Jaemin came back with a knife, you were walking out of your own apartment.

“Yeah, like ‘peaches’ or something,” he suggested. “Or ‘Perry the Platypus.’ I think that one would kill the mood fast.”

You were in dismay. There was no way you would have the mind to call out a cartoon character’s name in the middle of sex.

“Or,” you offered, “one of us says ‘stop,’ and the other person stops.”

“Yeah—yeah, good plan.” Jaemin ran a hand through his hair. “Tell me to stop at any time.”

Oddly enough, you felt like you two weren’t on the same page. While you thought you were ready for what was to come, you didn’t think Jaemin was prepared for this. He seemed to lose his confidence shortly after realizing you two were actually about to have sex, and you didn’t want to push him into something he wasn’t ready for.

In a sick way, it was rather funny to you that he ended up being the one who wasn’t quite ready yet.

“Jaemin,” you called sweetly. He looked down at you expectantly after a retired exhale. You didn’t want to seem like you were flat-out rejecting him, and you didn’t want to bring up how he faltered, so you suggested, “Maybe we continue another time, like… you know, when Renjun isn’t sleeping in the same apartment as us.”

Maybe Jaemin was disappointed. Maybe he was relieved. You didn’t have time to read the look in his eyes, but you felt better about not doing anything until you were 100% confident that he wouldn’t regret sleeping with you. Just because you were in some odd situationship with your best friend didn’t mean you didn’t care about him; you still wanted him to be as comfortable as you were.

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed out, practically collapsing onto you. You couldn’t exactly breathe in this position, so you tapped his shoulder. He asked, “Can we sleep together like this at least?”

You let out a muffled sound of confirmation. “Can you move, though, so I don’t die of suffocation in my sleep?”

Jaemin chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist. He flipped you two over so that you were the one on top of him, head against his chest. Jaemin grabbed the blanket from the floor and put it over you both, and you didn’t realize how sleepy you were until he had wrapped his arms around you and started rubbing circles on your arm with his thumbs.

You had all the pieces put together, but you just couldn’t see the bigger picture. While it was true that Jaemin froze up and wasn’t ready, the full reason was because he realized he had never hooked up with a girl that he called gorgeous. He had never pleasured a girl without them returning the favor immediately after, and it freaked him out a little when he was satisfied with wanting to make you feel good all night.

Moreover, he was scared because he thought he had genuine feelings for you.

“G’night, Jaemin,” you murmured.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied. “Try not to dream about me.”

You snorted. “You wish.”

“I’m serious. Once you fall for me, you won’t be able to stop thinking about me.”

“Shut up, loser. I’m not falling for you.”

“That’s what they all say.”

“Go to bed, Jaemin.”

Surprisingly, after countless nights of tossing and turning, you found that you slept much more peacefully when you were in Jaemin’s arms.

(Little did you know that Jaemin had also never slept so soundly before.)

“Oh shit.”

You didn’t think those were the words you would wake up to, but Jaemin was awfully loud in your ear so early in the morning. You blinked, trying to reorient yourself and recall the events from last night.

Seconds later, Jaemin’s shirt was thrown onto your bed, landing right next to you. Your eyes settled on the ugly Twitch shirt that you remembered was tossed onto the living room floor. While the shirt was abandoned, you woke up in Jaemin’s arms. You eyed the clothing triumphantly, as if the inanimate shirt could pick up on your mocking inflection.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” came your roommate’s voice.

Your eyes shot wide open. If you weren’t fully awake before, you definitely were now, but there was no way you could show your face to Huang Renjun when you were in this state.

God, the clothes.

You knew you had made a few mistakes in your life. (Okay, you made many mistakes, but really, who was counting?) Most of them were fairly inconsequential and amounted to nothing more than a bad grade on a few exams or falling into a bush while getting some fresh air at a party.

But this? There was a high chance that this could possibly be your worst fuck-up.

“Um…” Jaemin tried. “We’re hanging out.”

“Naked?” Renjun asked, horrified.

“We were warming up using our body heat,” Jaemin explained poorly, rousing an exasperated groan from Renjun. “Also, technically, we’re not naked; we still have our underwear on.” After a pause, Jaemin corrected, “I still have my underwear on.”

Renjun rubbed his face, irritated. “I told you to stay away from Y/N, and you didn’t waste a second trying to get into her pants, did you?”

“Relax.” Jaemin huffed. “Cherry Girl still has her cherry, so you don’t need to get all worked up. We were just sleeping in each other’s arms.”

You could already hear the scolding Jaemin was going to receive. Renjun was going to go off on his we’ve-been-friends-for-so-long rant, followed by his you’re-jeopardizing-our-friendship-you-horny-bitch tangent.

You wondered when would be a good time to reveal that you were actually awake, but you didn’t want to deal with Renjun’s wrath. You knew he had good intentions, and you were rather stupid for thinking it would be a good idea to leave your clothing on the couch, but you wondered if you could ever see Jaemin normally when your best friend slash roommate was so against it.

To your surprise, however, Renjun didn’t blow up.

He sighed. “Please tell me you’re not playing her.”

“I’m not!” Jaemin explained. He huffed a little, offended. “Who do you take me for? We’re, um… good friends just indulging ourselves—yeah, that sounds about right.”

Weird. His words stung, for whatever reason.

“You said you were just sleeping.”

“Oops.” Jaemin grumbled out some incomprehensible curse under his breath. “Okay, I’m not doing anything that Y/N doesn’t want, and I’m not forcing her to do anything, so I don’t see the problem here.”

“If you hurt her, I’ll make you wish your dick never saw the light of day, Na Jaemin,” Renjun warned. When Jaemin seemed to receive his message properly, he asked, “Since she’s still asleep, did you wanna go out and get pancakes with me?”

Renjun was getting pancakes without you? Moreover, he was getting them with Jaemin? You refused to let yourself be replaced so easily, especially when Jaemin’s only attire was his Twitch t-shirt. You couldn’t let Renjun be seen outdoors with someone who wore gamer boy merchandise.

“I could go for pancakes,” you said, shifting enough on Jaemin’s chest so that you could crane your neck and see your roommate. “What happened to knocking before entering?”

“I did,” Renjun said, “for two minutes. I walked in to make sure you weren’t dead.” He turned on his heel to close the door. “I’m leaving in ten, so please don’t start eating each other’s faces and get ready.”

(“I could eat something else.”

“Please shut up, Jaemin.”)

Going to iHop was a tradition between your friend group. It was usually something you guys would treat yourselves to after midterms or finals. That, or you would go for drunchies after a night of drinking.

This time, however, you and Jaemin were sitting across from Renjun in your usual booth in the far right corner. The first five minutes were spent in complete silence, with you looking between the two boys awkwardly as they sized each other up. The tension was getting suffocating, and you were praying the waiter would come over quickly to take your orders.

It probably didn’t help that you were wearing Jaemin’s sweater. It was far too big on you with the sleeves falling past your fingertips and the hem reaching your mid-thigh. You even tried to give it back to him, but Jaemin insisted you wear it. (You left out the part that you just wanted him to cover up his hideous shirt with the sweater.)

No matter how you looked at it, this felt like something a boyfriend would do.

Renjun gave you and Jaemin a once-over. “This is so weird.”

“Please don’t tell the others, Renjun,” you begged.

He frowned. “Why not?”

“Considering you look like you’re about to brand me with a scarlet letter and exile Jaemin from our friend group, I think it’s better we keep this between us,” you said, glancing at Jaemin when he let out a snicker. You continued, “Plus, Hyuck would never let me hear the end of it.”

Renjun snorted. “I don’t think you need to worry about Hyuck,” he said. Your roommate leaned back in his seat before explaining, “Choi Yeonjun’s been telling Jeno he’s interested in you.”

“Yeonjun? From Sig Kap?” you asked.

Frat boys were a pain in the ass, but a select few from Sigma Kappa Nu were semi-redeemable. It probably had to do with the fact that their president was Vernon Chwe, and he was the most chill frat boy you had ever met. You recalled Yeonjun as the one you spilled your drink on, and then you proceeded to spend the rest of the night laying on his shoulder on the couch because you couldn’t even walk straight.

“Yeah, he asked for your number.”

You and Renjun looked equally shocked when Jaemin cut in with a scoff, “Choi Yeonjun? Interesting. I’d ghost him if I were you.”

“Why?” you asked. You couldn’t think of anything particularly bad about Yeonjun, so you were surprised at how bitter Jaemin sounded about him. “Did he do something?”

There was a pause. “Nah, nothing.”

“Jaemin,” you pressed. “You wouldn’t bring it up if it was nothing. Just tell me what it is before I end up going out with someone who turns out to be a dick.”

Jaemin’s hand flew to the back of his neck. “I mean, just because we did stuff once doesn’t mean you have to start sleeping around with other guys.”

Your booth grew painfully silent.

“I worded that very wrong,” Jaemin realized.

“Yeah, you did,” Renjun chimed in unhelpfully.

While the three of you sat in uncomfortable silence, the waitress finally came by. “Are you guys ready to order?” she asked in a friendly tone.

No one spoke for a few seconds, so you raised your hand awkwardly. “The Winter Wonderland short stack, please.”

The waitress turned to Jaemin. “And what would you like, Sir?”

Mortified, Jaemin spoke in a strangled voice, “Same thing as her.”

“You’ve been quiet the entire ride home,” Renjun observed in that soft, comforting voice he used when you were sad. It was his surefire way of getting you to stop bottling your feelings up. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

After eating your pancakes in complete silence, you three only exchanged a few words to figure out how to pay the bill. The car ride home was even more painful, and Jaemin received no response when he mumbled a “see you” to the both of you. Renjun gave him a tight-lipped smile, but you kept your head down and fiddled with the sleeves of Jaemin’s sweater that you were still wearing.

Now, you were sort of confused and a little sad. You had no idea Jaemin thought so lowly of you.

You shrugged. “I’m just thinking.”

“About?” your roommate prompted.

“I wasn’t really interested in Yeonjun,” you admitted, “but now I’m tempted to go out with him just to prove Jaemin wrong. I was never even planning on sleeping with Yeonjun if he ever asked me out.” Before Renjun could reprimand you for such malicious thoughts, you added, “I wouldn’t ever actually do that, though. I’m not that shitty of a person.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Renjun said, “and I know it probably took a lot of courage for you to hook up with Jaemin, so it’s fucked that he thinks you’d sleep around with anyone.”

Your mood dampened again. Renjun had put your exact thoughts into words. A trembling, tender laugh escaped your lips for a moment, but you held together the pieces of you that threatened to shatter.

You liked Jaemin.

Even before the events of last night, you never would have done something like that with someone if you didn’t like them.

You were so stupid. So painfully stupid. You knew every single trick up Na Jaemin’s sleeve—every rule in his book—and you had still fallen for his empty words like a fool. There had to be some world record for stupidity because you were sure you could challenge whoever was vying for first place.

“Y/N?” Renjun asked, concerned.

“I like him,” you said, more to yourself than to him, “I like Jaemin.”

“Damn. Even after all that?”

“No.” You shook your head quickly. More than a friend, your brain was practically screaming. He’s more than a friend to you.

You tried so hard to keep it together. Tried to keep yourself from spiraling. This sudden realization was crushing you from the inside out. You supposed the first choked sob could be passed off as a bluff, but Renjun noticed the second time, and that made you want to cry even more.

Because if you didn’t care about Jaemin in this way, you could’ve talked this out with him. You could’ve told him off for his comment and properly been angry with him. You could’ve made amends and fixed your friendship.

But since you cared too deeply, you felt so pathetic. You wanted him to notice. You wanted him to apologize. You wanted him to realize that you didn’t want Choi Yeonjun; you wanted your best friend, Na Jaemin.

You barely noticed Renjun pulling you into a warm embrace, and it was when he rubbed your back soothingly that you realized you were crying. Silent tears made their way down your cheeks and you could taste the saltiness on your tongue.

“Look, it’s Jaemin,” Renjun started. “Yeah, he’s a fuck-up sometimes and can be a dick, but he cares deeply too. If you talk to him, I’m sure things will work…” He trailed off when he saw the agonized look on your face. Concern tugged at his brows. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“You don’t get it,” you cried. “I’ve liked him as more than a friend—for a while now, I think. That’s why this hurts so bad.”

Renjun’s lips parted in surprise. “You like—oh… oh.” He froze up for a moment, as if his own thought process was buffering. “You like Jaemin? Why? He’s terrible.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Jaemin had a notorious streak for being half-human, half-douchebag. They were separate identities at this point.

You remembered freshman year when you met him. Freshly cut loose from his family and living on his own, Na Jaemin was going to parties at least three days a week. Jeno claimed he had met a new girl nearly every month just because they always ended up sleeping over at their dorm room. Just as fast as he’d hook up with a girl, Jaemin would ghost them without warning right after. Once, he even made Jeno break the news to one of them on his behalf.

“You’re right, he sucks.” You wiped at your damp cheeks. “He’s literally a walking red flag. Why do I like him so much?”

Part of you expected Renjun to scold you for being stupid, but he just patted your head with a small sigh. “It’s okay, Y/N. You can take your time. No one’s expecting you to figure everything out right now.”

It was weak, but you managed a smile. Renjun was right; you needed time for yourself.

It had been two weeks since you had seen or spoken to Jaemin.

It was strange, for sure. You hadn’t ever gone this long without at least texting him. Sure, there was that one time two years ago where Jaemin went off-the-radar for an entire month, but you later learned that he was burnt-out from university and had to recharge. That meant not speaking to anyone other than his family (and occasionally Jeno after his unabating nagging), but you respected that.

This time, however, was different. The unresolved issue was eating at you, little by little, chipping away at your resolve to stay away from him. You wanted to talk to him—or yell at him—but you had nothing to say if he was just going to break your heart.

You just wanted to get it all out. You wanted to yell at him about how much of a dick he was being. Although, you were certain that Jaemin was very self-aware of his own flaws; your friend group never missed a chance to point them out. You wanted to scream at him about how wrong he was for thinking you wanted Choi Yeonjun.

Jaemin was right about one thing, at least. Since you had fallen for him, you really couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Most of all, though, you just wanted your best friend back.

When a candle burned and its wax melted, it caused a chemical change in matter due to the hydrogen and carbon from the wax combining with the oxygen in the air to create carbon dioxide and water vapor. Although the candle burned down and lost its size and shape, the matter cannot truly be destroyed. Remnants of that candle still live on in another form.

That was how you felt right now.

Despite your energy depleting because of Jaemin, despite how exhausted you were from being angry, and despite how hard you tried to forget about how much you liked him, he still crept back into your heart each time. Your feelings couldn’t be destroyed no matter how hard you tried. No matter how much you tried to minimize them or lock them away, they still took up space in your heart.

Jeno asked if something happened between you two, so he either must have picked up some tension or Jaemin must have let him know that things were awkward between you two. You weren’t surprised; those two told each other everything. You even heard them comparing dick sizes once, much to your horror.

“I haven’t spoken to Jaemin in, like, two weeks,” you told Jeno over a coffee you asked (or gently coerced) him to buy you with his campus dining plan. “I don’t see why you have to convince me to see him if he won’t make the effort to see me.”

“Y/N, you know how Jaemin always bottles up how he truly feels,” Jeno said. “If you guys fought, I’m sure he’s feeling really bad about it right now. Just… in that self-deprecating way where he talks to no one about his feelings.”

“He needs to talk to me, Jeno,” you replied with a sigh.

“By the way, did you know Choi Yeonjun’s interested in you?”

Of course. The very man who was unintentionally the cause of this rift between you and Jaemin. You hoped he was having the time of his life.

“Yeah, I heard from Renjun.”

“Don’t worry,” Jeno assured after taking notice of your disinterest. “He still has Tinder on his phone, so I think he’s keeping his options open.”

You tried Tinder once. Eric Sohn. Business major with a concentration in finance. He asked you what show you liked, and you replied with “I don’t know” followed up by the actual show, You. Eric assumed you meant you liked him, not the psychological horror series, so he asked you to meet up.

(You did not meet up.)

Just then, your phone ringer went off. You checked it without thinking, but your heart seized up when you saw the texts from your friend.

jaemin: if you have time later can we meet up? jaemin: i wanna apologize

The shock must have been clear on your face because Jeno caught on quickly. Jaemin wasn’t one to apologize, and you couldn’t recall ever hearing a genuine apology from his lips, so this was all a surprise to you.

“He texted you, didn’t he?” Jeno asked. He looked down at his phone and frowned. “What the—why’s he streaming right now?”

His reaction piqued your curiosity, so you leaned over to see why Jeno cut himself off. In return, he moved his phone so that you could see the screen as well. After the advertisement on the Twitch app, Jaemin showed in the bottom left corner of the screen while a screen of him playing Genshin Impact was on the top right. To your amusement, he was holding a little therapy session for himself over his Twitch stream.

“See, I just really like her, guys—oh, fuck, hilichurl—but I don’t know why I keep acting stupid around her—die, die, die, die, die! Usually, girls like me more than I like them, so I freaked out when I got the feeling that I liked her more than she liked me—man, will you die already?—but I think I really fucked things up this time,” Jaemin said to his viewers, eyes locked on his computer screen. “I just texted her and asked if she was free later so that I could apologize. Thing is, I didn’t even mean what I said, but it just came out because I was so stupid and jealous, and…”

Jaemin trailed off for a moment as he finished clearing out a camp in the game. He sat back and looked off in the distance for a while as his comments flooded with either really good or really bad advice. Most of it was leaning toward terrible suggestions such as “have you tried essential oils?” and “have you tried turning your feelings off and then on again?”

“Oh.” Jaemin’s expression was somewhere between stunned and in disbelief. “I’m in love with her.”

He said it so casually, like he was stating the number of inches in a foot or the color of the grass. It almost slipped past you, but then it rang in your head again and you felt dizzy. Maybe it shocked you that Na Jaemin was even capable of using the word love, but remembering that it was for you was throwing you in for a loop.

Even Jeno was perplexed. He looked between you and the screen several times, mouth opening and closing as if he had something to say, but the words always died on his tongue.

“Guys, I’m in love with my best friend,” Jaemin echoed, and his face washed over with horror, “and I play Genshin Impact—god, she’s never gonna like me back.” He clicked his tongue, disappointed. “Maybe I should do a run-through of Spiral Abyss until the depression goes away.”

Jeno looked dumbfounded. “Did he just… did Jaemin just use the L-word?”

“I didn’t even know his vocabulary was that extensive,” you replied, dazed. “I didn’t know he was capable of actual feelings.” You stood up, disoriented. “I need to go see him—talk to him. I gotta tell him how I feel.”

Ever the gentleman, Jeno offered, “Need a ride?”

“It’s close,” you said, starting to walk backward. “Wish me luck.”

Jeno chuckled, giving you one of those cute eye-smiles of his. “Good luck, Y/N.”

You grinned and turned on your heel, breaking into a full sprint to get to Jaemin’s apartment. It wasn’t very far, but your legs still got tired halfway to the complex. However, you were pumped up with so much adrenaline that you could hardly feel the soreness in your calves.

Na Jaemin was stupid. He was the absolute worst when it came to facing his feelings. Before, you could look into the past and count every red flag that gave you a reason to not run back to him.

Now, though, when you heard how much he liked you, it made you want to give him a chance.

You found yourself knocking on the door of Jaemin’s apartment, hands moving too fast to do your signature knock. When you heard his footsteps near the door, you spoke up before he could ask who it was.

“You idiot! Why would you tell your Twitch audience how you feel but not me!”

Jaemin opened the door, astonishment drawn all over his face. “Wait, you watch my streams?”

“Jaemin, that’s not the point!” you whined. You walked into his apartment and turned to face your best friend after he closed the door. “If you just told me how you felt, then I wouldn’t have had to suppress my feelings and try to forget that I ever felt this way about you.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jaemin breathed out like he was winded from the conversation. “You have feelings for me? Why? I’m terrible.”

“I know!” you cried. “I know you’re hopelessly pathetic and you don’t communicate your feelings. You say stupid shit to push me away instead of just accepting that you have emotions like every other human being. You mess with my feelings and say stuff that makes me misunderstand—”

“Okay, I think we’ve gathered that I’m an asshole, yes,” Jaemin cut in.

“But I’m in love with you.”

There. You said it. Blurted out the words that had been burning in your chest for weeks.

Jaemin faltered. “Why?”

You couldn’t pinpoint what emotion was swimming in his eyes, but your heart ached when you saw the flicker of pain behind them. You had never seen Jaemin look so uncertain about having his feelings reciprocated. Hell, you had never even seen him so vulnerable in your life.

You gave him a withering look. “What do you mean why, you insufferable prick, I love you.” You felt agonized at this point, so you elaborated, “Jaemin, I wouldn’t let you take my firsts if I didn’t have feelings for you.”

“I love you too,” he finally responded, that wonderstruck look clear on his face, “so much that it drives me crazy.”

The warmth that exploded in your chest was almost embarrassing. “You do?”

“Oh, this is terrible,” Jaemin muttered, looking distracted.

“Terrible? How is this terrible? We both like each other.”

“No, I forgot to end my stream,” he explained, “so they all just heard our confession.” There was a pause. You glanced at his screen to see comments piling in. “This is very awkward.”

“What? Turn it off!” you exclaimed.

“Anyway, thanks for tuning in this week!” Jaemin started in that customer satisfaction voice of his, walking toward his monitor while forcing a smile on his face. “As you can see, I’m busy, so see you guys next week. Bye.”

As soon as Jaemin stopped his live, he turned off his monitor and swiveled in his chair to face you. He stood up and made his way over to you, adoring the way your eyes gleamed. Jaemin wanted to tell you that you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. He wanted to tell you that he had never felt so strongly connected to someone. He wanted to tell you how he had been yearning for you for weeks.

Then, you started complaining.

“How could you tell your huge audience about us before you even told me about us? I had no idea how you felt this entire time!” you argued. Jaemin groaned but you went on, “You need to learn a thing or two about communication, Na Jaemin, because this—”

“Oh my god, shut up already,” Jaemin growled, grabbing your face and kissing you with such heated intent that you were breathless in seconds.

Your heart fluttered tenfold at the feeling of his lips moving against yours so naturally. Jaemin had always been a skillful kisser, but this time, his passion was overwhelming you. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, and you let him slip it into your mouth as you were left in an aroused daze. For a moment, you thought things would progress further, but then Jaemin pulled away and held you by the waist.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “The words that came out of my mouth back at iHop were empty. I was just stupid and jealous because of Choi Yeonjun.”

Even though he stated that he wanted to apologize to you earlier, it was still difficult to wrap your head around the fact that Na Jaemin was throwing his pride to the wind and letting his guard down in front of you. It was a rather good apology for him, and while his words did sting back then, you were willing to give him another chance.

Jaemin continued, “I just couldn’t bear to think about seeing you with him. My mouth just started running to get you to do anything but give that guy a chance.” He huffed, frustrated. “You know, I think I saw him littering near the business building before. He was right next to a trash can too! I don’t understand why he couldn’t just throw—”

He stopped himself when he heard you laughing, and Jaemin broke from his tangent on Choi Yeonjun, the Enemy of Environmental Conservation. You reached your hand up to brush your fingers against his cheekbone, admiring how pretty his lashes cast shadows on his face and how cute he was with that puzzled look on his face.

“I never considered Yeonjun even once,” you assured him, smiling tenderly. “It’s always been you.”

You had never seen Na Jaemin blush, you realized, but now you were seeing him turn red right in front of you. He was always the time to fluster others, so you never expected him to be so affected by sincere words that he flushed red. The sight was rather cute, and you enjoyed watching him stammer and fumble on his words. This fondness was uncharacteristic for him, but you were amused at the sight.

Then, he steeled his nerves and looked into your eyes. “Can I kiss you again, Cherry Girl?”

You nodded almost immediately. This time, when Jaemin cupped your face with his hands and came close, you responded in tune with his lips meeting yours. He kissed you gentler than the times before, like you two had all the time in the world. Somehow, it was as if you could feel his underlying feelings behind the kiss.

Jaemin grew more needy, more eager, and you could feel it in the way you kept having to step back so that you wouldn’t end up falling over. His gentle kisses morphed into something more sensual and feverish. Once he had you up against the wall, he started kissing along your jaw and down to your neck. It was as if he had charted his course in advance with how confident he was in his motions.

“Jaemin,” you whimpered out when his hand slipped under your skirt to rub you through the thin fabric of your underwear.

You rolled your hips against his hand, wanting more friction and contact. You were embarrassed by how you were already wet for him, and Jaemin was soon aware of this fact when you saw him smirk at how damp your underwear was.

“Jaemin.” Your hand traveled from his hair to his cheek, making him look you in the eye. “I wanna make you feel good first.”

Jaemin let out a shaky sigh, holding your gaze for a split second before his hands flew to unbutton his pants. You both switched positions so that he was against the wall, and you lowered to your knees, looking up at him as you helped him tug his pants and boxers down.

You froze up a little when his hard cock slapped up against his abdomen. One thing you failed to prepare yourself for was how big Jaemin was. His pupils contracted and dilated at the way you stared at his throbbing cock.

“It’s simple, princess,” he instructed, fingers cradling your jaw. With his free hand, he pumped his cock a few times and ran the head across your lips. “Open up for me.” You parted your lips a little and Jaemin chuckled, amused. “Wider.”

You opened your mouth a little more so that you could take the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on the sensitive area and letting your tongue run along the underside of the head. Jaemin’s hips jerked a little at the feeling, forcing you to take more in as he groaned lowly.

You decided to play into what he wanted and sucked off more of him, letting your tongue swirl around the head whenever you got a chance to. Jaemin held the back of your head, hands curling into your hair as he attempted to guide your movements. Once you picked up a rhythm, Jaemin started to rock his hips forward, thrusting shallowly into your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he breathed out, groaning quietly. “That’s a good girl.”

You could taste the salty precum beading from Jaemin’s slit, signaling that he was close. With your free hand, you pumped the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit fully in your mouth, but that didn’t seem to be enough for him.

“Breathe,” he instructed as he pushed your head down on his cock.

You gagged on his length, tears springing to your eyes when his cock was hitting the back of your throat. When Jaemin asked if you were okay, you nodded weakly and kept going, trying to suppress your unflattering gagging sounds so that you could deepthroat him.

“You’re doing so good,” he praised, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Keep—fuck—keep moving like that, princess. What a pretty sight.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, head bobbing slowly on his length while you took him down your throat. Jaemin hissed at the sight, cursing under his breath when he felt like he was coming close. You could sense it as well with the taste of his cum leaking from his cock.

Soon, he was cumming down your throat, groaning loudly at the sensation. There was no way for you to explain how turned on you were by how hot his moans were. You pulled off of him and looked up at Jaemin, cheeks tear-stained and warm from his lingering touch.

“Swallow it all for me,” he cooed, fingers brushing over your lips. His eyes lit up when you did as he ordered. “I think it’s about time I reward you.”

“Please,” you rasped out, letting him help you up. “I want you to fuck me, Jaemin.”

His eyes darkened ever-so-slightly. “You sure?”

You nodded eagerly. You had been waiting for him to take your virginity for too long, and you finally had him with no interruptions.

“If you’re ready, of course,” you answered.

“I’ve been ready,” he mumbled, scooping you up like it was nothing and carrying you to his bedroom. You giggled a little and wrapped your arms around his neck as Jaemin peppered kisses wherever he could find bare skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

He left you on his bed to repeat his words in your head like a mantra. Na Jaemin thought you were beautiful; you felt like you were glowing. You looked back to see what he was doing, catching him slipping a condom over his cock. When he caught you staring, he returned a cocky smirk, and you were afraid you had overinflated his already-inflated ego. The sight made you grow shy, and you were hyperaware of the fact that you were about to lose your virginity soon.

This was it. This was the line you were going to cross yet again with your best friend.

Jaemin stood in front of you and helped tug your skirt off. You let him slide it down to your ankles before he moved on to your shirt. You kicked off your skirt and socks in the meanwhile, raising your arms so that he could slide your shirt off.

A blissful sigh fell from his lips at the sight of your body. You weren’t even wearing proper lingerie, but Jaemin gazed at you like you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Over your baby blue bralette, his thumb circled around your clothed nipple, and you let out a whine.

“Don’t tease me,” you complained.

He grinned mischievously. “Sorry about that. Your reactions are just too cute.”

After grabbing his shirt by the nape and tugging it off, Jaemin went to remove your bralette and underwear. Just like before, you felt strangely comfortable even when you were in full glory in front of him. You were positive that no one else would be able to make you feel this way.

Now that you were both nude in front of each other, Jaemin got over you, pressing his body flush against yours and kissing you like there was no tomorrow. He moved his hand down your body, indulging in your breathless moans before he started fingering your clit.

“Ah,” he observed smugly, “you’re already soaked.” He continued his motions for a few moments before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Ready to lose your cherry, Cherry Girl?”

You were a little sad that the nickname would die in Jaemin’s bed. You grew rather attached to it, so it was strange that you wouldn’t be called a cherry girl again (although you were sure there was no intended positive connotation with it). Nevertheless, you nodded and wrapped your arms around Jaemin’s neck.

“Please fuck me, Jaemin,” you begged. “I’ve been aching for you.”

The look in Jaemin’s eyes was insatiable. He closed his eyes for a second, sucking in a sharp breath, as if he was trying to keep himself from losing control and burying his entire cock inside you in seconds. Part of him just wanted to dive all in, but the more rational side wanted to take his time with you.

You were far too horny for a complete virgin and just wanted to be fucked already.

“Tell me if it hurts, princess,” he told you, lining up his cock at your folds. “We can stop whenever you’d like.”

With a strangled groan, Jaemin slid into you, halting whenever you winced. You nodded for him to keep going, pushing down the discomfort you were feeling. He tried to go slow for you, and soon, most of his cock fit snug in your tight cunt. Your walls were spasming around him, trying to adjust to how big he was.

“God,” he gritted out, “you feel so fucking good.”

The uncomfortable feeling started to slip away, dissipating when Jaemin’s cock was hitting those perfect spots inside of you. Slowly, pain morphed to pleasure, and you needed more.

“J-Jaemin, go,” you begged.

He nodded and started a motion of shallow thrusts, trying to get you used to his rhythm. His patience was thinning, though, and as much as he tried to keep himself grounded by kissing your neck, you knew Jaemin was going to snap soon.

And he did.

On the bright side, you were quickly adjusting to the sensation, letting it wash over you and leave a buzzing warmth across your skin. Jaemin’s thrusts started to slow, but he compensated with deeper, rougher thrusts. Your hands found purchase on his biceps, holding onto them weakly as he pounded into you. You were sure his tight grip on your hips would leave bruises in their wake, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when he was making you feel this good.

Your entire world had become the feeling of him thrusting into you and whispering filthy praise in your ear. It felt like he was the only one keeping you connected to this reality as you held onto him like a tether.

He fucked you so precise, so meticulously. You turned into a moaning, crying mess when he bottomed out inside of you, and Jaemin just wiped your tears and told you how good you were doing for him. He let go of one of your hips to hold your hand, gripping it tightly to assure you that he was going to take care of you.

“I think I’m close,” you got out between squirms and whimpers, feeling the shivers of an orgasm coming on.

“Cum for me.”

Jaemin quickened his pace and rubbed your clit again, his precise and tight motions sending you over the edge. You felt like you were drowning in a molten sea, fighting against the current as you were overcome with absolute bliss. All you could take notice of was the lovesick smile on Jaemin’s face when you stuttered out a broken confession. Your body was arching against his, and Jaemin helped you ride out the entirety of your orgasm, praising you and kissing you as a reward.

You felt as if your senses had sharpened post-orgasm, but you were completely fucked-out and spent. Jaemin came shortly after you, pulling out right before and letting out a husky groan. You turned your head to watch him toss his used condom into the trash before returning to collapse onto the bed.

You were both shoulder-to-shoulder, staring up at the wall as your chests rose and fell in synchronization.

“Wow,” you breathed out. “I’m not Cherry Girl anymore.”

“No, you still are,” Jaemin replied, raising a brow when you turned to glare at him. “What? It’s a cute nickname.”

You playfully punched his shoulder, scoffing a little. You weren’t sure if it was because you orgasmed together, but you felt impossibly close to Jaemin at that moment. You just wanted to spend the rest of the night in his arms. Even if you weren’t doing anything, you couldn’t bear to be apart for whatever reason.

Jaemin bit the bullet before you could. “How do you feel about dating me?”

“Huh?” you stammered for a moment before regaining your composure. He had brought up exactly the topic you wanted to mention, and part of you felt more confident knowing that he felt the same way. “Us? Dating? Like being a couple?”

“Well, two people dating usually entails that they’re a couple.”

“Shut up.” You punched his shoulder, amazement clear in your eyes. “Shut up.”

“Y/N—”

“Na Jaemin asking me out?” You fought back a smile. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Jaemin whined and pulled you closer by the waist, hands finding their way to cup your face so that he could look at you properly and stifle laughter at the way your face was squished in his hands. You wrapped an arm around him and cozied up to his chest, attempting to smile through the way he was holding your cheeks.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said firmly. You could see the striking seriousness in his eyes, and you remembered how intimidating Jaemin’s gaze was. “I think I’d die if I had to see you with Choi Yeonjun or someone else.”

“You would die at the slightest inconvenience,” you teased, earning a sneaky grin from Jaemin, “but I put up with your dramatic self because I love you, so I’ll take care of you as your girlfriend from now on.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one to take care of you?”

“You have the worst luck I’ve ever seen, so I have to look out for you,” you insisted, and Jaemin just laughed at your words.

“I can’t be all that unlucky,” he started shyly. “I mean, you ended up feeling the same way about me.”

As you and Jaemin held each other, laughing and talking about everything you possibly could, you realized that this was contentment.

You prayed that you wouldn’t screw up tonight.

You had a habit of blurting out things when you were drunk. It was such a problem that Jaemin had to drag you away before you tried to call Mark Lee’s mom last weekend and tell her that her son’s “study group” was just an excuse for him to get drunk without having to worry about his parents calling.

Only Jeno knew that you and Jaemin were officially dating (and this was unfortunately because he walked in after you two had sex for the first time). You both had no idea how to break the news to the rest of your friends. You had a feeling they were catching on, though, because Na Jaemin didn’t take care of people when they were drunk. He didn’t sit on the couch with them, bring them water, and then drive them home after. He was the one who got wasted and waited for someone to pick his sorry ass off the ground.

So, you were terrified you were going to blurt out the news while you were drunk. It hadn’t happened last weekend or the weekend before, but you had a strange feeling that you two were going to be caught soon.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want your friends to know, even though you were a little scared of Renjun’s reaction. You just wanted to announce it formally and not when you were seeing double of everything.

You were getting ready for the frat party Donghyuck convinced you guys to go to. He was rushing Yeonjun’s frat this semester and would spam invites to random parties almost every night in your group chat. While you were checking yourself out in the mirror, Jaemin snuck into your room.

“Hey,” he called softly. “Are you almost ready?”

“Does this look okay?” you asked, patting down the sides of your dress. You felt good when you looked in the mirror, but you wanted to see what your boyfriend thought. “It’s a little plain, but it’s the only party dress I have.”

All Jaemin did was stare at you, a little starstruck. You were completely taken aback by this reaction, especially when he didn’t even try struggling for words to say. He just stood impossibly still, lips parted and a faraway look in his eyes.

Raising a brow at him, you turned to grab a sweater hanging from the hook on your closet. Jaemin’s eyes darkened when you put it over your dress. The sleeves were a bit large and your dress was shorter, so you looked swamped by the garment.

“Is that mine?” Jaemin asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yeah. I kept it—iHop trauma trophy.”

“Give it back.”

You froze. You actually expected Jaemin to be aroused at the sight of you wearing his clothing. Now, you were slightly embarrassed. Your attempt at being desirable was a complete fail. Mentally, you were digging a hole to crawl into and die in.

You huffed, a little angrily. “If you want it that bad, then come and get it.”

“Oh yeah?” Jaemin raised his brows at you as he walked toward you. You met his gaze and backed up until he had you cornered against the wall. “If you wanted to wear my clothes, Y/N, all you had to do was ask.”

When you didn’t respond, Jaemin shoved a knee between your legs and pushed your hips back against the wall. Your eyes widened a little, hands flying to his shoulders for leverage. He sealed his lips over yours smoothly, hands traveling up and down your sides.

You broke from the kiss for a second to breathe out, “J-Jaemin, we can’t do this now. The others are waiting for us.”

“They can wait a little longer,” Jaemin mumbled and swiftly kissed you again, sliding his tongue in to get a better taste of you.

You and Jaemin didn’t have enough time to pull away when Mark opened the door. “Y/N, have you seen Jaemin? Renjun sent me to find call y—whoa.” He looked frozen at the doorway. “You guys… dude.”

“H-have you ever heard of knocking?” you shrieked, stammering while you tried to cool down from the amount of embarrassment you felt.

“Mark, what happened?” Donghyuck called, walking over to the doorway to see what all the commotion was about. He looked at you and Jaemin and raised a brow. “Are you guys ready to go?”

You were completely lost. Donghyuck was always the one who had extreme reactions, but even with Jaemin’s hand still on your hip and your lips swollen, he didn’t bat an eye.

Jeno joined in, slinging an arm around Donghyuck’s shoulder. He took a look between you and Jaemin, eyeing the way he was holding you, and he turned around before he broke into a fit of laughter.

“What’s taking you guys so long?” Renjun asked, running a hand through his hair. “Our Uber’s gonna be here soon.” He shot you and Jaemin an exasperated look. “You two can make out when you get to the party, so can we get a move on?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Donghyuck stopped you with an amused look on his face. “We know you and Jaemin are dating.”

You had no words to describe how stupid you felt. Weeks of keeping your relationship under the radar and they knew? You were holding back from acting like an actual girlfriend around them for no reason.

“Ah, I saw this coming,” Jaemin mused, leaning against the wall.

You whipped your head around to look at him. “You what?”

“Hold on,” Mark said. “How come I’m the only one who didn’t know they were a thing?”

“Donghyuck and I watched Jaemin’s Twitch stream a few weeks ago, that’s why,” Renjun explained. “We heard that whole confession. Cringiest thing I’ve ever had to witness.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Donghyuck apologized flatly, though he didn’t sound very sorry. “We forgot to tell you, Mark.”

“Guys, the Uber’s here!” Jeno called.

“Okay, let’s get moving,” Donghyuck said, pushing at Mark’s back to get him to start walking. “Mark, you can zone out of reality in the car.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mark agreed.

Renjun stopped and looked at you and Jaemin before he started to leave. “I’m gonna trust you apologized for what happened at iHop,” he told Jaemin.

“I did!” Jaemin confirmed, using that whiny voice of his. “You’re so mean to me, Renjun.”

Renjun snickered. “I’m just making sure. You know, so that our next iHop run isn’t awkward.” He turned on his heel to catch up with the others. “You two better hurry!”

Jaemin turned to you, the corner of his lip hiking up. You could tell he just found this entire situation hilarious. Meanwhile, you felt like a complete fool.

“That was easy, wasn’t it?”

“That was humiliating,” you said, shuddering at the memory. “I can’t believe Mark walked in on us like that.”

“We could’ve been doing worse,” Jaemin tried.

“Please shut up.”

Jaemin laughed and slipped his hand into yours. “Personally, I’m glad they found out. Now we don’t have to sneak around them.”

He was right. Although it wasn’t the most natural way of telling your friends, you were relieved that they finally knew. It was like a load had been lifted off your shoulders now that you didn’t have to tread on eggshells around the people closest to you. You were just going to have to wait for Mark to forget that he ever walked in on you two.

You warmed up to Jaemin’s words with a soft exhale. “Yeah, I’m glad we can properly date now,” you said and tugged his hand. “Let’s go.”

“By the way,” Jaemin started shyly, “you look beautiful in that dress.”

You pinched his cheek lightly, pretending your heart wasn’t beating like crazy. “You look pretty good yourself, Jaemin.”

Yeah, you could get used to this.

“Jaemin,” you called. When you received no response, a scowl formed on your lips. Your boyfriend was too absorbed in whatever was playing on the TV. You called out to him again, a little more forcefully, “Jaemin!”

Three months into your relationship, and Jaemin was already acting like he had been married to you for ten years. You, however, knew that he was the biggest melt for you when he dropped the act.

He hardly spared you a glance. “What?”

You frowned. Not good enough; you required your boyfriend’s undivided attention, and you would pull all the stops to get it. So, you swiveled on the couch and hoisted yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap, straddling his thighs so that he had no choice but to pay attention to you.

Jaemin grabbed the remote and paused his anime before fixing you with a resentful look. “You’re such an attention whore, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I had a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Your boyfriend looked absolutely exasperated, but you pushed at his shoulder, so he answered, “No, ugly. I’m only with you because I feel bad.”

“You’re lying.” You grinned, poking his shoulder once more. “You like me.” Jaemin tilted his head back and groaned, so you provoked him even further. “You think I’m pretty.”

He reached forward and cupped your cheeks, squishing your face so that your lips were smushed together. “You want the truth, Cherry Girl? Yes, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, so shut up and let me watch my anime.”

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” you managed to say, voice muffled by his hold on you. “Thanks to you.”

Jaemin pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and let go of your face so that he could stroke your hair lovingly. “It’s cute, though, so you’re still my Cherry Girl.” You rolled your eyes at him, which caused him to hold onto you tighter, pulling you closer despite your struggle to get off. “That’s it. You’re watching Mob Psycho with me.”

“Only if we cuddle,” you bargained and relaxed in his hold.

“That’s actually a requirement.”

The thought of falling in love was probably the scariest conception you had, but with Jaemin, you had always felt safe, so actually falling wasn’t as terrifying as you thought it would be. Because, before he was your lover, he was your best friend, witnessing all the good and ugly that came with you.

You came to realize that love wasn’t something you had to think so deeply about. It wasn’t some formula that you had to mull over for ages. There was no clear definition for love, really. There was no way there could be one; it had to fluctuate.

For you, love was National Treasure on a Friday Night. It was that hideous shirt. It was the booth at the far right corner at iHop. It was a Twitch stream. It was an oversized sweater.

And, despite your incessant complaints, you could say that love meant Na Jaemin calling you cherry girl.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ you made it ?? to the end ?? i’ll kiss you omg <3 but thank you so much for reading cherry girl! :’) writing fuckboy jaemin with a big soft side for mc is my absolute favorite and i’m so grateful for all the support i received while writing this. i was so overjoyed when i finished this and then i felt a little empty because wow. it’s over. but this just means i can indulge in more ideas for jaemin fics bc that man has such a strong hold over me. but i’m very content with this being my first fic of the new year and i hope you guys enjoyed it too ♡ sending much love, as always

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kuroosdarling · 2 years ago

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[2:47 AM]

suna x reader

synopsis: you and suna have been friends since you were kids. recently, the two of you decided to add some benefits to your friendship. no one ever catches feelings from that, right??

wc: 900 words

a/n: the way i was drifting to sleep when i wrote this lmao but i’m starting to get back into my sunarin brainrot so buckle up yall this is just the first of many. enjoy <3

the overhead fan was the only sound filling the otherwise quiet room. the faint whirring was consistently dreadful. it’s usual white noise felt suffocating, unwelcome at a time like this. in some sick sense, it seemed like it was mocking you. it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t sleep, it was his. the one who was laying next to you. suna rintaro.

the two of you had been fooling around with one another for the past few weeks. it was obvious the two of you liked each other in the way that friends shouldn’t but for some reason neither of you dared to cross that line. it was like some sort of dance, flirting between the line of lovers and friends. better yet, it was like dancing on the edge. one wrong move and you’d fall deep into the unknown. was a risk like that worth it?

looking back, there was always some underlying tension between you guys. even before you hooked up, it was there. festering under the surface. being friends for as long as the two of you meant that you understood one another like no one else could. practically knowing the ins and outs of each other’s twisted minds. that’s why you knew he felt the same way about you. and in turn, that’s why he knew how you felt. an unspoken truth, too frightening to address.

the bed started to shift as he turned on his side, throwing an arm over you so he can pull you close. even in his deep, unconscious sleep, he sought you out. the thought alone made your heart flutter. all you wanted to do was cross that line. but the barrier in front of it felt too strong for you to push it out of the way by yourself. the only way you could do that was together.

turning slightly so you could see his face better, you slowly take in his slumbering features. what would a relationship with him even look like? what would change from the situationship you had going on? would you still be each other’s best friend? would you still go to his house every friday night to hang out and play video games? or would there be too much of an expectation to go out on a date? how much pressure would it add on your relationship? would you guys see each other the same amount? more? less? and then what if it didn’t work out-

“hey.” he spoke out, his voice thick from sleep. his right eye peeked open to look at you. the moonlight that crept into the room was casting a glow on his eye, so he couldn’t bother keeping it open for much longer. his arm was already around you so just pulled you in closer so your face was practically in his chest. an easy position that allowed him to bury his face in your hair, one of his favorite sources of comfort. he took a deep breath before speaking again. “you’re thinking so loud it woke me up.”

you huff, staying otherwise silent and wrapping your arms around him. being engulfed in his familiar scent helped your heart rate slow down. it always had a soothing effect on you that made you feel like everything was going to be okay. you nuzzle your face into his chest, trying to soak up as much as you can in hopes it would help you drift off to the sweet release of sleep.

you feel his laugh before you hear it. the soft rumble bubbling up from his chest and escaping out of his mouth. a sound that never failed to make you follow along with him. two giggling souls entwined in the double sized bed of your small apartment, two hearts too scared to take that next step.

“that tickled.” he tilted his head down so he could give you a kiss on your forehead. “go to sleep, peanut. the world knows you need your beauty sleep and im not sleeping here just to wake up to your unrested ass.”

“shut up, you’re barely making sense right now.” you pout, hiding your face further into him. you didn’t have to look up to know he was smiling.

“well i was sleeping.” he said lowly. “was even having a decent dream.”

“oh? what about?” you push, eager to hear about the inner workings of suna’s subconscious mind.

“us.” he said plainly. you swallow thickly, the words resting on the tip of your tongue, begging for confirmation so they could be unleashed.

“what about us?” you ask innocently, trying to sound somewhat unbothered but ultimately just sounding softer than you anticipated.

“do i have to spell it out?” he sighed. you knew he was tired of this game, the dance the two of you had gotten yourselves stuck in. maybe it was time to come clean, to take that leap.

“one of us has to, you know.” you reason. and he knows your right.

“fine. can we talk about it in the morning though? i wanna enjoy my last night of being single.” his soft laugh filled your ears as he kissed the top of your head.

“sunarin, i hate you.” a small smile crept onto your face as you got more comfortable, ready to succumb to your exhaustion. the fact that the two of you were going to make it official tomorrow gave you the peace of mind you needed to fall under the spell of sleep.

“yeah, yeah. that’s not what you’re going to be saying tomorrow, now is it?” and he was right. there was a different set of 3 words the two of you would finally exchange tomorrow.

you and suna both fell asleep with soft smiles resting on your lips, content with your conversation. the hope of tomorrow laced your minds, leading to the sweetest of dreams.

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#suna #suna x reader #suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader

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ballorawan740 · 3 years ago

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Reader - McDonald's Sprite (REQUESTED)

Requested by: @katnotmore123

Bro y'all be simping for Sprite and I'm here simping for 7Up...

I mean I like them both but I just prefer 7up over Sprite... It's like comparing Pepsi and Coke ngl but with a more subtle difference

SCP 073 (Cain)

You came back to the foundation one day with a cup of iced drink and Cain had asked what you were drinking and you showed him

He was mildly confused but soon understood the beverage since he had seen them somewhere on the web (no, not the hub, an advert from McDonald's)

You asked if he wanted to try some and he did, so you gave him a sip

You were slightly annoyed and surprised since you drove over an hour and hadn't had anything to drink and the last thing you wanted was someone taking your drink

But since it was 073, you made it an exception since you hadn't expected him to have any food or beverages outside of site 17

You figured that he had enjoyed it as he reminisced his past about being able to eat plant-based food but no longer could

You felt bad and agreed to get more when you next go back

The researchers had wondered if the drink had ever rotted in his mouth but realise moments later that it's mainly made out of artificial ingredients aside from the natural flavourings

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

I have high doubts that you would be able to persuade Abel to drink such a plain beverage, so you had devised a plan to get him to try

You made a bet with Abel in which the loser has to finish off the drink, not that you'd complain (you unhealthy mf), but you really wanted him to give it a try

Abel accepted and had very much lost the bet

He had taken a sip and you noticed that he's enjoying the drink and teased him

He spat it out and flat out denied it (like the tsundere he is) but continued drinking it anyways

Some of the researchers monitoring Abel's cell found it rather amusing that he enjoyed such a "plain beverage" and did try to tease him about it

Let's just say it didn't end very well as it resulted in somebody's head being chopped off

You both had agreed that if Abel stops trying to breach his containment and be more cooperative, you or somebody else in your team would buy him more Sprite from McDonald's (and by 'buy', I mean kidnapping the whole chain's Sprite dispenser)

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

999 would most definitely take the drink out of your hand since his little tingles tell him that whatever you were drinking was sweet

And he was very much right

You were slightly shocked but wasn't surprised since he does have quite a sweet tooth

Every now and again, SCP 999 would ask if you had any more of those drinks and would even ask what they were

You had explained to him that it's a lemon and line flavoured soft drink created by the Coca-Cola company (the more you know right?)

He was intrigued and sweetly requested if you could buy him more and you obliged

You would use your time off to buy a dozen of Sprites from McDonald's and would sometimes buy other soft drinks like Coke and Fanta for 999

Needless to say, you had an orange blob as your personal pet who would give you unlimited hugs since you spoiled him with so many drinks

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

This mf of a lizard right here is just as stubborn, if not even more than Abel, and would reject trying that beverage at all for the whole entire week

You had to bribe him and the researchers were laughing their socks off from this interaction you both got going

He did give in but was rather hesitant at first

Once you poured some into his mouth, he seemed slightly disgusted from the taste

He would just sit still for a moment as to contemplate then stuck his tongue out as a sign of disgust

But bring the cheeky person you were, you spilt more into his mouth which led to him farting for the next few hours to which everyone laughed

Dr Bright heard the commotion and came to see what was happening

Let's just say he encouraged you to carry on if you want your head cut off but found it amusing regardless

In short, don't ever give him Sprite unless you want to torture him

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Does this bird doctor even drink?!

You mention multiple times about human food and how delicious they are

Mainly McDonald's Sprite and their food since its rather popular

ESPECIALLY THEIR CHEESE BITES/STICKS!!! HAVE YALL EVEN TRIED THEM!? THEY'RE DELICIOUS AF!!!

OMG they've released the garlic ones but I preferred the normal Mozzarella sticks and cheesy bites though

Anyways, back to Sprite, our side chick

049 would be intrigued about this 'Sprite' since you spoke so passionately about it like your life depended on it and requested you to get him one for a try and so you did

When he drank it he was surprised at the foreign taste

He asked if there were more beverages like it and you answered honestly, carrying on with your love for McDonald's and offered to buy him some for a try

Basically, 049 would give it a try since you spoke so passionately for them

He wouldn't necessarily hate it, but he wouldn't love the drink as much

I'd say he would be intrigued to try something new outside of his role in curing the pestilence

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

I am so sorry guys, I'll have to make 035 hella short since I can't think of anything interesting for him

DO YALL THINK THIS BOI CAN EVEN TRY?! JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! HE'S A BLOODY MASK!!!

The closest thing for him to try the drink is if you gave his now possessed body some beforehand so 035 could telepathically understand the taste

Like if you just straight up gave him the drink I don't think he would be able to drink it even if he wanted to

If the now dead body never had Sprite, then you ould just describe the tase to him in form of arts (I like to imagine 035 would be into arts, especially performing arts since he's basically a theatre mask)

SCP 105 (Iris)

Our girl here has a high chance that she might have tried McDonald's Sprite

But she just prefers healthier foods (this healthy mf knows that y'all can't keep healthy, that's why she's here to start your New Year's Resolution which is to stay healthy)

You both would recommend food which is healthy or unhealthy and would try them

Iris is more than capable of controlling her diet, but you, on the other hand, have a hard time doing so (don't lie, we all know y'all like junk food)

So, you both compromised in which you can have junk food as a reward, namely your favourite beverage, Sprite

You just love the citrus flavoured, colourless beverage so much that Iris would have to hide the drink from you (ah yes great promotion from me XD)

What would you do without our girl, Iris, eh? (Die from overeating unhealthy food which causes heart attacks and strokes, of course, fun!)

Anyways, sometimes when you're the one going out, you would be the one to buy a few dozen bottles of Sprite from McDonald's (bro do they even sell bottled drinks? Ik they do in KFC from where I live OwO)

Iris would drop dead from the sight of you bringing in so many Sprites into the foundation

She would most likely drink some with you, not because she likes them, god no

It's because there's no more room to store them and she's just a little bit thirsty

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man would be so confused by all this food and drinks from the outside world

His first impression of McDonald's was that of a circus since you've shown him the older advertisement for McDonald's since it fits his age (love you 106!!! Not)

And then you gave him a menu, and god did he not have any glasses (boi he do be needing to go to Specsavers fr)

He read Mozzarella Sticks as mosasaurs pricks, the Spicy Veggie One as spicy vag- and what's worse is that he read Double Quater Pounder as double quantum pounding (he even read Coke wrong!)

You and the foundation staff burst out of laughter at his 20/20 eyesight

So one day, you returned to the foundation with some Sprite in your hands in hopes that 106 would give it a go and so he did

He found the flavour somewhat new and strange but still enjoyed it nevertheless (this boi here do be a man of culture, am I right?)

Anyways, 106 loved it so much to the point that during one of the breaches, he disappeared from the foundation and reappeared with 10 boxes of Sprite

The researchers then realised afterwards that 106 had used his pocket dimension to teleport to the nearest McDonald's and stole the boxes of Sprite without even paying

They were even more surprised to find that the workers there were ordinary humans and weren't even fazed about 106 teleporting to their business (Sames here bro! If anyone stole my food/drinks I'd be pissed too regardless of who it is!!! Food is food!!!)

You basically made him addicted to Sprite

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

(Imma be honest here, idk if this guy eats since he's facing the wall and covering his face like 99% of the time unless some guy saw his face)

You were sat in 096's cell and was debating on what food to get from McDonald's

096 was curious about what you're talking about since he heard you mumbling bout food from this so-called "McDonald's"

So you explained to him the concept of food and that generally speaking, unhealthy foods are tastier and typically served quicker in at places like McDonald's

Imma be real here, I like Burger King's chilli cheese bites a tiny bit more since the McDonald's at my place is stuck with garlic cheese bites atm

It's not like I hate them, but I just prefer the old ones, but it's nice that McDonald's changes up their food every now and then

Anyways, back onto our side chick

You bought your favourite Sprite along with the double quantum pou- quarter pounder

096 was upon curious and so you let him have a bite of your quarter pounder and your Sprite

Let's just say that 096 found it weird and didn't ask about human food again

Dr Jack bright

Jack Bright is very much aware of McDonald's and other fast-food chains since he does have a fair share of memories of eating them with his family and because the bodies he possesses do be unhealthy af (just like you)

You were talking about food with one of your co-workers and Bright just so happened to be nearby and butted his head into the conversation

Your co-worker also just happened to leave for a meeting so you're both stuck together talking about McDonald's

Sometime later, you bought to the foundation some food, including Jack's favourites as he had mentioned not long ago

You both tried each other's food and he was mesmerised by the Sprite since it's been a while since he had it

So whenever you went back, you would buy a larger bottle of Sprite for Jack since he wouldn't have much free time and needed to drink more anyways

Sometimes, when you're both talking about food, you'd make up puns for them or just laugh at your misinterpretations since you're just as blind as a bat (btw I've read somewhere that bats have good vision, they just use echolocation a lot)

Some of the things you both would say would be "Did you hear that McDonald's gave all their employees large laptops for Christmas? They were Big Macs" and "Hey, Ronald McDonald - been watching any good clown movies? Ronald: I'm loving it"

One time, he smacked your bum and casually said to you "Girl, this quarter-pounder will take you to a whole different level of experience" and then left

Dr Simon Glass

Another doctor who has knowledge of fast foods

He's similar to Bright in a way as he doesn't leave the facility as often as he likes since he's constantly busy

Also, he would make terrible jokes and puns using wordplay

When you told him about your favourite drink, Sprite, Glass immediately said "I went to the store to get eight cans of Sprite. When I got home, I realized I’d only picked seven up"

You just looked dumbfounded at his puns and laughed as he continued

He did manage to take a sip and drank the whole can of Sprite instead

You even bought some wrap with extra mayo and told Simon about your friendly chat with the waitress/cashier and mentioned her former co-workers

And you died on the inside because his only reply was "She should go back sometime to ketchup with her old co-workers or she mayo not want to"

To shut him up, you have decided that buying him Sprite would work and it kinda did

Only for a short while though

Dr Alto Clef

Clef is well aware of the fast-food chain called McDonald's

It was hard to ignore it as a lot of people younger than him had kept talking about it, even you

Even worse if it was you talking about McDonald's since you have an obsession with their Sprite

Poor Clef was confused as he assumed that all lemon/lime flavoured drinks were the same

Oh boy was he wrong

You came back with your lunch from you know where and 2 bottles of Sprite

One was from McDonald's and the other from Lidl along with some of your favourite pastries, like croissants and toffee yum yums

You had him try all the foods and both Sprites and he finally gave in to the fact that McDonald's Sprite tastes more superior than the other

Not only that, he made dirty jokes and puns about the food in McDonald's

Like "Baby, you got more legs than a bucket of McDonald's", "Come over to my house and I’ll give ya a happy meal", "Do you work here? Because I’d like to order some fries with that shake" and "Girl when I am done with you, you won't be looking for no toys in this happy meal"

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Benjamin Kondraki would be the type of person who would be reluctant to try but would anyways since you asked so kindly and gave them those eyes

And by that, I mean a death glare

NGL he doesn't seem like the type of fella to be eating a ton of unhealthy food

I mean he doesn't necessarily eat salad or anything overly healthy, but he does have a balanced diet for the most part and does treat himself sometimes, but not too often

You magically crept up behind Kondraki and scared him unintentionally but you still laughed anyway because you're evil

He looked down and realised that the packaging was from McDonald's and you were holding a familiar clear bottle in your other hand

You were kind enough to share your food with him and he thoroughly enjoyed it

Then after that, you forced him to drink some Sprite since he has PTSD from your unhealthy obsession with it

And yes, he did end up drinking it

And no, he didn't like it nor did he hate it

You were upset that you thought he shot you down about Sprite but quickly regained your happiness since he did tell you about the drink being just above average

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parkjimin1010smuts · 3 years ago

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Breaking Point || Kth

Summary: Taehyung reveals just how he deals with his stress to his best friend y/n and late one night y/n reaches her breaking point and decides to put Taehyungs tactic to the test, but there is a slight problem she has no one to help her out, or does she?

Warnings: daddy kink, overstimulation, thigh riding, virgin reader, multiple orgasms, fingerings, unprotected sex (yalls stay safe out there though this is just a fanfic), dom tae, sub reader, pwp. Enjoy!!

An elbow nudging into the side of your ribcage pulled you back into the conscious realm. A slight gasp leaves your mouth as you jerked your head back up. Now who the hell thought it was the perfect moment to need your attention.

You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown settling upon your face as you realized just who it was, Kim Taehyung. “Morning princess, I almost thought you’d never wake up,” his velvety voice mocked.

Turning towards Taehyung, the frown on your face only deepened, a small sound of annoyance escaping you. With your eyes now in his direction you unintendedly began to check him out. The cluster of blonde hair that was normally nestled peacefully was a disheveled mess exposing his forehead. His plump cheeks were pushed up due to the goofy grin he had plastered on his face nearly concealing his chocolate brown eyes that were now mere crescent moons. I had to admit he had a very attractive smile, reminiscent of a box.

His body was clad in a pair of black slacks that clung beautifully against his muscular thighs leaving very little to the imagination. His caramel chest peeked at me from the confines of the loose summer shirt he wore. I was brought back to reality when the view of his chest was suddenly obscured by the change in his position as he was now bent over packing his things. Releasing I heavy sigh I began to mirror his actions before throwing my bag over my shoulder and making a beeline straight to the double doors. In true Taehyung fashion he was right on my tail, trailing me like the faithful guard dog he pretends to be.

You and Taehyung have been best friends now for over 15 years, you both met in the early years of preschool and by the grace of the angels above you have not been separated ever since. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Taehyung has been there every step of the way. Everything you have experienced so has he, that’s how close you two are and, in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way with any other person.

This closeness however was more often than not met with questioning glances and needless two cent comments, most of them romance related. But Taehyung was always so quick to shut them down with a little more fervor and enthusiasm than you would deem necessary. It was clear to you that Taehyung simply had no interest in you romantically, and you understood. Who cared if you had a tini, tiny crush on him. Not you that’s for sure.

But I mean it was inevitable, the man who was now glued to you side in a steady march that matched your own was a literal god send. He was loyal, attractive and physically in shape. What more was there to ask for.

“What’s up with you lately, every time I see you you’re either lethargic or in one hell of a mood.” My best friend voiced before abruptly coming to a halt in front of his black pick up.

“Nothing I’ve just been up studying for finals and the stress Is finally getting to me I guess,” you say through clenched teeth. You really do feel like you're reaching your breaking point and seeing how well put together Taehyung just riles you up even further. Its really not fair, we are in the same course, the same exams, the same workloads and yet there he is basking in his ethereal beauty, fair skin with no signs of exertion. While you on the other hand are left to wallow in the deep dark bags that have taken residence beneath your forever dropping eyes. Don’t even get me started on the acne that picks the absolutely best moments to choose your face as their next canvas, please note the sarcasm.

Allowing your curiosity to surface you voice the question that has been eating at you for quite some time now, “How do you do it?” Taehyung shots a quick glance your way before reverting his attention back to the bustling road before us but the slight dip of his eyebrows was enough for you to know he wants you to elaborate.

With a deep breath you laid everything that had been forming a cluster in your mind out on the table for Taehyung to digest. When you was through with your mini rant session an eerie silence danced between you two for a good minute before Taehyung finally released a hearty chuckle. With his head thrown back and eyes closed from the intensity of his smile he was unable to see the way your face twisted in confusion.

“You think I’m ethereal?” Of course, that was the only thing his pea sized brain was able to pick. Suppressing all the swear words you had an indescribable urge to throw his way you simply rolled your eyes while sinking further into the leather car seat.

“I release my stress through other things.” He finally said after calming himself.

“Other things,” you said with a raise of my eyebrow.

“Yeah, other things, or more specifically sex.” your eyes grow tenfold as you choke on your saliva. Sex?! Should this really have been a surprise to you, I mean he’s young healthy and oh just look at him.

However it still does nothing to subside the slight blush you feel creeping up your neck as you avert your eyes to your lap. While he was indeed your best friend and things not discussed between the two of you were few and far between, one thing he never seemed to ask you about was your sex life. Not that there was much to ask about in the first place. You were a virgin, not entirely from lack of trying but still a virgin none the less.

“Oh,” that was the only logical response your mind could muster given the circumstances.

“Oh,” Taehyung retorted as he maneuvered the car to rest in his driveway. Choosing to remain silent you purse your lips into a thin line, you refuse to falter, even when he turns his body to allow his eyes to have unlimited access to scrutinize you with their chocolate depths. The car suddenly feels so hot or maybe that’s just your face which is now beet red.

“What’s with your reaction y/n,” Taehyung presses fully failing to read the room, or car in this situation.

You have never had any problems confiding in Taehyung but for some reason you feel embarrassed to mention that you're still in fact a 23 year old virgin, especially after he just shared details of his very thriving sex life.

The silence drags on for a good three minutes and knowing your best friend you know there is no way he will ever give in and so you cave. “I’m a virgin, okay. There, are you happy now,” you hastily say with an exasperated sigh. Choosing to save yourself from the snarky remarks you know are about to flow like a river from your best friend you hurriedly make your way out of the confines of his car. You mentally curse the universe as you see we are in fact parked outside his apartment complex and any thoughts you had of fleeing the scene are disintegrated in mere seconds. As if adding fuel to the flame the sound of the car door sounds as Taehyung makes his way out of his car and round to my side.

“Please save it, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” you cut him off before he can even part his lips. “Hey what’s wrong with you. Did you seriously think I would judge you just because you chose to keep it locked up.” you simply avert your gaze as his words settled in your head.

“Hey look at me, your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of okay, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, but you know me better than that. You know I would never shame you for anything so insignificant.” The tone of his voice was calm and collected and shame suddenly washed over you from the way you had jumped the gun. You never realised how your reaction could have been perceived, Taehyung was always so understanding and here you were assuming only the worst of him.

Deciding not to push the conversation any further you simply lowered your head in embarrassment before heaving a sigh. You've been doing that a lot lately. Being the attentive best friend that he is Taehyung was quick to pick up on my signals and thankfully refrained from pushing the topic any further. A silence soon settled between us before Taehyung laced his fingers around your own before leading you back to his car.

“I’m gonna take you home and you just get some rest okay,” The soft nature of his voice just made you feel worse while simultaneously lifting your mood.

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Yet again a frown had found its way onto your face as you stared at the clock that ticked away on your bedside table. It was just past 2am and yet the lights in your room were still on casting shadows over the immense paperwork clustered all over your bedsheets. Yet another sleepless night with your only companion being a cup of coffee made with three sugars and a gallon of stress.

Grabbing the cup of steaming goodness you throw your head back as you allow the bitter taste to maneuverer its way into your body with hopes of getting your systems back on high alert. You put down the coffee with a soft clang so it’s now adjacent to the ticking demon that serves as a constant reminder of how shit you have it right now.

Fighting the urge to scream you plunge face first into your numerous worksheets. This was it, you had finally reached your breaking point, the tears that stung the corners of your eyes served as confirmation.

Just as you were about to succumb to the severity of it all and just allow yourself to scream and cry to your hearts content a certain blonde haired box smiled adorning goof crossed your mind. Or more specifically a certain conversation shared between the two of you.

Sex.

You felt tingly sensations dance through your veins as the solution to all your problems was now just in front of you. However this feeling of euphoria was only short lived as not long after you realised there wasn’t a single person you could ask for help. Well there was that one guy you met during spring break, but your relationship came to a rocky end as he bumped heads with Taehyung over your relationship with him. He had accused you of slutting around with Taehyung and the man in question did not take lightly to his words. Lets just say his name is most definitely off the table, and so is my relief plan seeing as he is your only ex. Pathetic I know, no need to remind me.

You run your fingers across your laptop giving it a contemplative tap, while trying your hardest to push the most obvious solution to your problem to the back of your head. There was no way you could call him. Seriously, there was no plausible or conceivable scenario in which you went to your best friend, pleading for him to lend you his body to get off. You brought your hands to your face, a shriek of embarrassment escaping you at the mere idea.

This was the guy who had seen you at your worst, stumbling into your apartment with puke all over yourself when you were going through your hard liquor phase freshman year of college. There's no way he'd be interested in having sex with the girl he spent many nights holding her hair back as she hurled into her toilet.

No.

You couldn’t ask Taehyung to partake in such an activity with you. Absolutely not.

No way.

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The creaking of your apartment door sent you five feet into the air as the reality of the situation sinfully settled in your brain and the nerves were finally kicking in.

“Taehyung,” you whirled around to face him as his gaze zeroed in as you shifted your body from one foot to the other, a tendency you displayed whenever nervous. You couldn't fight down the heat that was creeping up your neck as he stepped into your apartment, eyeing you cautiously as he slipped off his shoes.

“Hey is anything wrong, you sounded really anxious on the phone.”

“What, me, I’m perfectly fine!” You responded forcibly, the enthusiasm in your voice misplaced, given the nature of the conversation.

Taehyung simply nodded back at you, not noticing the awkward timber of your words or otherwise not minding. "Well if nothings wrong why'd you call me over to your place at 2am?" He inquired, like the wonderfully kind best friend he was. You pressed your lips together.

"About that, do you remember how you said you use sex as an outlet for your stress in order to maintain a level head, well would you mind having sex with me as I’m a pathetic excuse of a human who has no one else to turn to for my sexual needs." Oh god, there was no way you could ask that. Taehyung was your best friend, and that would be too unbearably awkward. What the hell were you thinking?

“Well i wanted to watch the conjuring 3 again and I remembered that you hadn’t watched it yet so what better time than now?” You swallowed uneasily, a gesture that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as the man of the hour suddenly took a step towards you, his eyes unmoving on your face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" His tone was suddenly low and severe, eyes running all over your burning face as he searched for any physical ailment. There was something off about you, he realized. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out how your form was trembling, your eyes wide in panic.

“Do you want to have sex with me.” You reflexively shut your eyes as you allowed the weight if your words to hang heavy between the two of you it's only competitor being the unbearable silence that lingered in the air not long after. You could hear every inhale and exhale of the tall man that stood opposite you. Every passing second of silence made you regret your words and just as you were about to play it all of as a joke and retract your prior request a pair of soft lips pressed gently against your own stopping you right in your tracks.

Just as suddenly as it happened it came to an end. You could feel something stirring in your chest , the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, radiating heat like an old burn. You turned towards him and the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you, there was a dark sheen to them, one you had never seen. It was intimidating and attractive all the same, the fire in your belly igniting like never before. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him down to you before taking his lips with your own.

In no time at all the kiss got heated as tongue and teeth were thrown into the mix. You feel his tongue explore the darkest depths of your mouth as you fight back the need for air. His tongue reluctantly leaves your mouth all before licking a stripe across my bottom lip before his teeth bite down on it, hard but not enough to draw blood. You let out a whimper as his teeth finally released your lip.

There was a shift in the room, Taehyung could sense it. He knew exactly what you wanted and fuck if he didn't want the same thing. His entire body was on edge, he could hear every heavy exhale you pushed past your parted lips. "You're a virgin." The whine that came from you in response was low. "I don't want this to be something you regret in the morning. I can't promise I'll be gentle." He licked his lips.

"Please, I just… just this once," Your words were soft and pleading, the sound of your thighs pressing together in search of relief filling Taehyungs ears. "I need you." He could see your hard nipples pressing against the thin material of your white shirt. They were distracting him, and thoughts of his hands cupping your breasts over your shirts, rubbing your cloth-covered nipple between his fingers, corrupted his mind. How easy it could've been for him to cave right then and there.

Your voice was small and dripping in submission. He felt like he was suffocating in the small space you called your living room. Fuck. He felt himself stiffen in his shorts. You were breathing heavily now, hands trembling as you fought the urge to throw yourself against Taehyung and bury your face into his neck. The mere thought of his skin against yours caused your whole body to shudder in want. When did you become like this. Your thoughts and actions almost made you seem unrecognisable but with the heat of the moment you couldn’t careless. You wanted this and how you wished Taehyung would stop being the gentleman he was and just fuck you already.

Taehyung was already heading towards you as he heeded his last warning, "Do you understand? I need to hear your answer."

“Oh god Taehyung just fuck me already!” you hurriedly said followed by a deep exhale.

Without wasting another second Taehyung plopped himself onto your mustard couch before pulling you onto him. The sudden movement caused you to straddle one of his meaty thighs which had you quivering as your pussy throbbed from the sudden stimulation. When you finally got comfortable you pulled the shirt over your head quickly, hands coming to fondle your own breasts, desperate for any skin contact.

You let out a cry as Taehyungs palms found the skin of your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. You whined rocking back against his thigh. “Mm please Tae, I need your cock,” your own words surprised you.

"Hmm? You seem to be doing just fine without me, though." He cocked his head at you, hand coming up to smack the side of your thigh. A sharp moan fell from you, fingers tugging at your nipple as your hips sped up. Then, to your sweet relief, Taehyungs mouth found one of your breasts, taking no hesitation in pulling the hard bud into his mouth. You threw an arm over his shoulder, fingers floundering as they attempted to find anchorage on his sweat-soaked skin. Your other hand reached out to touch his abdomen, preening as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers.

He pulled away from your breast with a loud pop sound. Smirking up at you as your eyes began to flutter shut, he watched in amusement as your orgasm caught up with you quickly, a result of your heightened sensitivity and inexperience. He would have to teach you later how to refrain from Cumming so quickly.

"Fuck, oh god Taehyung" You cried into his shoulder, body jerking as you came unravelled. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a whine of his own, palming over his crotch as he watched you ride out your orgasm. Although he would never admit it the way his name fell from your lips like honey had his cock twitching in his now too tight jeans. " Taehyung, please." You panted once you had caught your breath, bringing your face up to his. “Fuck me" you managed to pant out without breaking eye contact. Thus lead to Taehyung unconsciously letting out a groan.

"Is that what my pretty girl wants? Want daddy to fill you up, sweetheart?" The intimate pet name escaping him before he could think otherwise. It should have been no surprise to you that Taehyung had a daddy kink. Nonetheless you could feel a new wave of wetness staining his jeans from the pet name, from daddy, right down to the way his thigh was still flexing underneath your heat. It was all too much, you could feel your senses going into over drive.

"Yes daddy, fuck. Fuck me deep and hard until I'm stuffed with your cum.” You breathed into his neck. Taehyung was going to fucking explode. Every damn word you spoke went straight to his groin, his painfully hard cock straining against his Jean’s fabric. And with that in mind, he flipped you over, pushing your legs up into your chest so that he could see your clenched cunt fully exposed for him.

“You don't have any idea what you fucking do to me, do you? I'm so fucking hard for you, and I haven't even felt that lovely pussy of yours." He growled, his fingers coming down to circle your entrance. You didn't even have time to contemplate a response before his fingers rolled over your sensitive bud. His fingers felt so different to yours – your jaw slack as a silent sob fell out, his light but quick motions sending your back arching. Wrapping a hand against his wrist, you groaned, the feeling nearly overwhelming but still too good to pull him away.

Taehyung cursed as your hand came down to rub against the his cock still retrained by his jeans, the small action just gentle enough to have his hips jerking into you. He felt painfully hard and he feared if you didn’t stop he would bust a load right in his pants. His skilful hands were soon lost to his belt as he hurriedly worked to get rid of the only clothing left separating your bodies. "Gonna make a mess of this wet little pussy, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop." Were Taehyungs final words as he pressed himself inside you, hand reaching over to take yours into his.

A cry left you, eyebrows furrowing together as your head fell back, leaving Taehyung breathing heavily through his nose, jaw tense as he fought back a growl. The urge to sink his teeth into your sweat glistened neck was too much to resist and so he bent down and began showering hickeys over the canvas that was your neck.

The stretch stung a bit but he was able to easily slide into you thanks to your prior orgasm and the help of his fingers. You felt full and content, it was such an overwhelming feeling that when he bottomed out and his groin came in contact with your clit you came for the second time.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a loud moan that had you hiding your face in embarrassment. You could feel the hot breath of Taehyung as he chuckled from his position nestled between your breasts. After deciding you had had enough time to get accustomed to his size Taehyung pulled out almost completely before sliding back into you. You let out a whine as he bottomed out inside you, watching as his expression changed into a lewd one with your walls clamping around his fat cock. "How's that, baby?" You could only moan in response, nails digging into his back as he began to rock himself into you, entirely obsessed with the way your body was readjusting itself as he moved inside you. It was like your body knew exactly what to do, despite the sensation being otherwise strange.

Your fingers found your clit immediately, knowing that this was exactly how you wanted to cum, dripping down the couch and stretched out around Taehyungs cock. "So big. Feels so good." You mumbled, your hair cascading around you as his pace quickened, fucking you hard and deep.

You let out an incoherent whimper, shuddering as Taehyungs thrusts into you deepened, spurred on by the way you continously moaned his name submissively. Your thighs felt wet and slick, the combined mixture of both yours and Taehyungs arousal dripping down onto them. You felt filthy and dirty and you were loving every second of it.

You could feel all your stress diminishing right before your eyes with every thrust of his hips. You felt elated, almost as though you were in another dimension, oh how you didn’t want this moment to come to an end. "My pretty little girl. You're making an absolute mess on my dick, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy." You sobbed, body more than ready to succumb to your third orgasm of the night. "Such a good girl." He praised, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your supple tits. Your fingers found your abused clit once more. You circled around it liberally, the familiar euphoric feeling creeping up on you once more. "My sweet little girl. My precious girl." He cooed into your mouth, earning him an appreciative moan.

He was so close, fuck. “Cum in me daddy, I want you to come in me,” you whimpered desperately all in hopes of finally pushing him over the edge. And it seemed to have done the trick because with a final thrust he nestled himself deep within your warmth, a string of groans and curses tumbling out his mouth as he emptied his load into you. His release was the final push you needed to reach your most intense orgasm of the night. You shamelessly screamed as your back arched off the sofa and your body writhed in overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck. I love you, holy shit, I love you." He peppered your face with kisses, breath shaky. Whether he let that slip due to the heat of the moment or whether those were his genuine feelings he had kept bottled up within him much like you, you chose to just revel in the moment stress free. "I love you more." You sighed adoringly, revelling in such an intimate gesture from him.

Thank you so much for reading 💜

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wildklaus · 4 years ago

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Soaked

Summary: taking a bath with Klaus is rarely just taking a bath.

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: smutty smut stuffs. light choking, reader’s a little dom. it’s literally 99.99% smut. whoops.

please do not read if you are not at least 18 years of age!

A/N: this is my very first TUA fic! hope yall enjoy. feedback is so appreciated!

Settling into the clawfoot tub, you leaned your head back against Klaus’ chest and sighed, the hot water soothing your tight muscles.

“This was such a good idea,” you groaned, shutting your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a hot bath, and it was so much better than you expected.

Klaus grinned and wrapped his arms lovingly around your stomach. “I told you. Bubble baths are always a good idea, my dear.”

You let out a content hum in agreement, your eyes trained on the bubbles surrounding yours and Klaus’ entwined legs and feet. When was the last time you got to play with bubbles? Probably when you were a kid. The thought makes you smile--Klaus always brought out the kid in you in the very best way. You felt freer when you were with him, like you didn’t have a care in the world, and you didn’t have to worry about what others thought of you. He made you feel more you.

So focused on feeling the bubbles surrounding your skin, you let out a surprised squeak when Klaus suddenly rolled your nipples between his nimble fingers.

“Whoops, didn’t mean to startle you,” Klaus said innocently, fingers still toying with your sensitive buds.

You huffed, smiling. “What are you doing?”

He placed a kiss to the sensitive spot on your neck, and your eyes shut at the welcome contact. “I don’t know what you mean.” His fingers moved from your nipples to grab your breasts, massaging and squeezing gently. You let out a quiet moan, and Klaus groans in response. “I love the sounds you make.”

“I thought we were doing this to relax,” you said, craning your neck to quirk a brow at him.

He smiled mischievously. “We are. But this is like...double relaxation.”

Couldn’t really disagree with that. Reaching your hand around, you gripped the back of his neck and gently pulled him in for a steamy kiss. Your free hand took his and placed it right where you needed him most, and Klaus grinned against your lips.

“Ooh, eager, are we?”

“For you? Always,” you answered honestly.

Klaus hummed happily against your neck and began rubbing slow circles against your clit, and you sagged against him, instant pleasure consuming you. The man was a damn sex god--somehow he always knew exactly where and how to touch you, always hitting juuust the right spot, playing your body like an instrument. Hell, he probably knew you better than yourself. And he was making you feel so good, but you needed more.

"Finger me, please,” you groaned, desperation evident in your voice.

“Y’know,” he whispered in your ear, “I think you might be the one person who’s whinier than me.”

“Shutu--Ooh,” you gasped as two of his fingers slid easily into you. Your hands gripped the sides of the tub, face contorted with pleasure.

“God, Y/N, you’re always so tight,” he groaned, digits pumping in and out of you while his free arm reached across your chest to grab your breast, effectively caging you to him. You loved when he controlled you like this, held onto you with a vice-like grip. You were utterly and completely his.

You could feel his hard length resting against your lower back, and your fingers itched with the need to touch him. Releasing your grip on the side of the tub, you reached behind you and took hold of him, pussy clenching at the guttural noise he made in response.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he breathed, hips involuntarily bucking up into your hand as you stroked him.

The water was lukewarm now and the bubbles had dissolved, but neither of you cared, the two of you getting each other off the only thing you could focus on. “Klaus, ‘m close,” you panted.

Klaus didn’t let up, his long fingers curling inside you with every thrust, his other hand leaving your breast to continue to rub your clit. Seconds later you let go, shuddering against him with a cry of his name as he worked you through your high.

Panting, you turned in the water to face him, hand on his throbbing cock. You flashed him your best puppy eyes. “Want you to finish inside me, Klaus.”

Klaus threw his head back dramatically with a loud groan. “Do you really even have to ask? Come here.”

You grinned, biting your lip as you straddled his lap. You knew this was about to get messy, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him inside you, now. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he put himself at your entrance, and you slowly sank down until you were completely full of him. He let out a needy grunt, his forehead falling to rest against yours. He always stretches you so damn good, every time feels like the very first time.

Klaus squeezed your hips in encouragement, and you lifted them before sinking down again, your mouth falling open in ecstasy. The two of you found a rhythm quickly, and in moments the cold water was splashing over the edges, soaking the floor. Neither of you even noticed, enraptured in the feeling of one another.

He grit his teeth and grunted, and you knew he was close. “Baby, who do you belong to?” you groaned in his ear, playfully biting his earlobe.

“You,” he moaned desperately, fingers clutching your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

You immediately placed your hand around his neck and squeezed, and it took everything in Klaus not to finish right then and there. “I’m sorry, what? I can’t hear you.”

Klaus mumbled out a “Jesus Christ,” biting his lip to keep it together as you bounced on him unceremoniously. “You, Y/N, I’m yours!”

You grinned and pressed a sloppy, scorching kiss to his lips. “Then finish.”

Klaus obeyed seconds later, finishing inside you with a needy cry of your name. You rode him through it, only stopping after he collapsed into your arms.

“I love you,” you mumbled quietly, kissing every inch of his skin that you can reach.

He looked up at you with an expression of awe. Even after all this time, he couldn’t believe that someone like you could love someone like him. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

You placed a loving kiss to his lips before grabbing his hands and helping him stand up with you. “C’mon, let’s get out before we’re prunes.”

You wrapped a towel around him before wrapping one around yourself, and that’s when a loud knock sounded at the door.

“Klaus? Y/N?”

Diego.

You opened the door, and Diego’s shoulders dropped in annoyance at the sight before him. Klaus was behind you, finishing up wrapping a second towel around his head, and your cheeks were flushed. Oh yeah, and there was water everywhere.

“You two are animals, you know that?”

Klaus came up behind you and put his hand on your waist. “And what’s wrong with that, dear brother?”

Diego glared. “What’s wrong is that the kitchen is leaking all over the place from all the water you two spilled on the floors.”

Your eyes widened while Klaus grinned proudly. “It happened that fast?”

Diego shook his head, shrugging. “Old house.” Taking a step back, he eyed you two before pointing. “You two better come clean up the mess.”

Klaus waved his brother off as he shut the door. “Yeah, yeah.” He turned to you, eyes twinkling.

“So, round two?”

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sugako · 4 years ago

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friends help friends

suga x f!reader x daichi

sum: when suga finds about a secret desire you’ve been hiding he asks the person he trusts the most to help fulfill your fantasy

cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, watching porn, Dom/sub, threesome, pet names (angel, baby), thigh riding, face sitting/oral (f!receiving) spit roast, oral/face fucking (m!receiving), anal plug, spanking, degradation, anal sex/cockwarming, double penetration, all holes filled, squirting, sloppy, pearl necklace/cumming on you, creampie

wc: 3.5k

a/n: very excited to post my first threesome i hope yall like it <3

“Whatcha watching?” Suga’s sharp sing-song voice ringing from behind your ear jolted you out of your seat. On instinct, you snapped off your phone and shoved it between you and the chair.

“Nothing!” You yelped. You hadn’t even heard him sneak up behind you, still thinking he was working away in his home office.

“Oh, so you weren’t just watching a woman get railed by two big guys at the same time in the middle of our living room on your phone?” He smirked as he rounded the big chair, moving you over so you were cradled in his lap. You adjusted yourself so your red face was hidden, pressed against his chest and your knees hung over the arm of the chair.

“Depends on what you count as nothing, I guess.” You muttered into him.

When he cupped your already soaked center through your soft lounge pants, you knew his joking tone would vanish shortly. Your thighs struggled to shut around his wrist as he ground his palm into your clit.

“You wish that was you?” He whispers into the crown of your head, placing a little kiss there. “I don’t even know why I’m asking when you’re dripping through your clothes like this.” His little scoff making you whine.

“I just wanted to see.” You sigh into him as his hand travels back to your leg, urging you to straddle his thigh. Melting into his warm touch, you readily comply.

When your hands wrap around the back of his neck, he sharply raises his knee against you. With a little whine, you start to hump yourself against him and kiss against the soft, pale skin of his neck. “You don’t even need a cock to get off, so why be greedy and want two?” His harsh words only served to encourage you as you ground against him harder. “Kinda hurts my feelings. My baby wants another man’s cock.” He fake pouted and pulled your head away to admire how your lust-filled eyes shimmered in the soft afternoon light.

“N-no, you’re all I need.” You assured him, although his farce was obvious.

“But you want two cocks?” He challenged.

“I don’t-”

“Don’t lie, angel, it’s not very nice of you.”

You paused, distracted by the feeling between your legs. At this point, you knew the fabric of his pants had to be getting soaked with how you were dripping against him.

“Yeah, but we could use a fake one.” You suggest, tightening your grip on his shoulders.

“Hmm, it’s not the same, you know that.” He grins at the confused look on your face, enjoying watching you struggle to respond appropriately. “I’ll find you someone, hmmkay? But first, you should probably be punished for being a little liar and holding back from me.”

Just as you’re teetering at the edge of release, he pulls you off his leg and lays you out over his lap with your ass in the air.

“Don’t forget to count, angel.”

That’s how, about a week later, you end up awkwardly sitting beside Daichi on your living room couch. The night he found out about your little secret, Suga had gotten to work right away. Originally, Daichi thought the texts were a joke until Suga added you to the group and sent a lewd photo of your fucked out body and a short audio clip of you begging for more.

Suga was humming happily as he watched the two of you nervously sip your teas as he prattled on with meaningless small talk as if this was casual. Part of you wondered just how much he was doing this for you and how much he was doing for himself. Still, the excitement far outweighed any inhibitions you had about the entire thing.

You turned to Daichi, who was currently keeping his eyes locked on the bottom of his empty cup, both hands firmly clamped around it. Seeing him like that, usually so cool and confident, actually boosted your ego.

“Hey,” you said softly, putting a hand over his knee, “You wanna go to the bedroom?”

His eyes flickered down the front of your oversized shirt. When he walked in it had been painfully obvious you weren’t wearing anything except a frilly pair of panties underneath, and although he was only over for one reason, he still felt a little bad when he got hard at the sight of your body. The way your fingers smoothed over his knee and thigh, trying to calm him down only added to his fluster. “We can go slow if you’re nervous.” You draw out, creeping closer to him.

Suga watches, silently and carefully, seated adjacent to you. Daichi’s always followed the ‘rules’ too much and Suga relishes in watching him unravel under your pretty stare.

“Th-that’s not, I mean I’m not-”

“She’s right, you’ll feel more comfortable in the bedroom. Take him, angel, I’ll be right behind after I take these to the sink.” Suga cuts off his sputtering before it can get out of hand and quickly swoops in to take the empty cups from the both of you.

Daichi lets you take his hand and lead him. He knows where the bedroom is, he’s been over dozens, maybe even hundreds of times before, but now everything looks a little new for some reason. When he blinked again and finally took a breath to ground himself you were cocking your head up at him, waiting patiently beside the bed.

“Here,” you said quietly, taking his cheeks into the palms of your hands, “Let’s start slow, huh? Kiss me.” Craning into him, you hesitate, wanting him to be the one to close the gap. After a long moment, he finally does. Still cautious, he hums against your lips, letting you lead him through the short contact before you pull away. “Kōshi will probably ask you again too, but are you sure you want to do this?”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nods, realizing his arms somehow got bound up in holding you. “Yes, I’m sure, this is all just new.”

“I know, it’s new for us too, but don’t worry, it’ll be fun!” You’re giving him a firm pat on the shoulder when Suga strolls in, barely rolling his eyes at the two of you.

“You’re here to fuck her, not hug her.” He laments as he takes you into his arms, planting a firm kiss against your lips. “And don’t worry, she’s a slut, she can take whatever.” When he spins you around harshly and you let out a little yelp at the sudden twist, feeling a little more exposed now that he’s holding your back against his chest. “I think this is more than enough buildup, so why don’t we just get to it?”

He scrunches up your long, shirt, pulling it over your head and messing up your hair in the process. His hands come around your front to palm your tits, putting them on display for Daichi. You’re already panting, watching him slowly reach down to the front of his pants and begin to unbutton them.

“So pretty, isn’t she?” Suga beams from behind you, looking down at how you’re already squirming in his arms. “I’m so lucky she’s also such a perfect, little cumslut too.” With only a little force he pushes you toward the bed. “On the bed, on your knees, baby.” He starts disrobing and glances back at Daichi who’s thick tip is peeking out from behind the band of his boxers. “You want her to suck your dick? Just tell her, you’ll do anything, right baby? Always so obedient.”

You’re sitting back on your knees, waiting for the two of them to finish undressing, but you nod quickly. “Yeah, just like we talked about. Want you to tell me what you want.”

“Ahh, yeah, um alright.”

Suga tried to hold back another eye roll. Daichi, usually so in charge and dominating, was nervously puttering before you - his sweet, submissive fuck baby, of all people. With a little huff, Suga fell back onto the bed behind you. Feeling the mattress dip beside you, you went to turn before he stopped you.

“No, stay. Let’s just get these off,” he tugs down on your soaked panties, tossing them off the side of the bed, “and you can sit on my face.”

Even though you don’t turn, you know he can feel your excitement growing. You turn your eyes back to Daichi, who’s standing a little more confidently in front of you even if his cheeks are stained red, gripping his cock with white knuckles. Balancing on your knees while Suga snuggled between your thighs, you reached out beckoning him to come closer. When your fingertips grazed over his, brushing up his head, damp with pre-cum, any hesitation he had left seemed to dissipate.

“Please,” you didn’t know if you were whining to him or to Suga who was caressing your ass and slowly kissing up between your thighs, “want you.” Thighs pressed tightly against the bed to get as close to you as possible, Daichi held his breath as you gripped him harder and opened your mouth.

His girth was impressive, you had to admit, and the way his angry purple head stretched your lips made you silently whimper around him. In response, he let out a low groan, pushing into you a little more. You were so focused on holding and pumping him in time with your mouth you barely noticed how Suga had slowed his actions.

Below you, he was admiring how your pretty cunt fluttered and clenched every time you took a little more of his friend. It hadn’t taken much for you to get soaked, so even in the shadow under your body, he could see the glistening slick seeping from you. But when he heard you whine more needily he couldn’t hold back.

Your jaw tightened around Daichi as you let out a high-pitched moan, muffled by his cock between your lips, and your hand around him fell to the bed to keep you upright. Suga licked thick stripes up and down, smearing your wetness as much as he could, and pulling you to sit flush to his face. Your eyes teared up as he stopped the sloppy licks and started in on your clit.

Daichi’s head fell back when his hips, on their own volition, started thrusting into you. His hand wrapped around the side of your head and kept you in place as he fucked himself into your mouth. As best you could while distracted by both men, you slackened your jaw to take more of him until his tip was prodding at the back of your throat. Suga’s tongue did not let up on you either, and in minutes you were a slobbering mess humping against his face as release bounded upon you.

Overwhelmed, Daichi slowed his motions in your mouth, watching you come undone. Hot, little tears flowed over your pretty cheeks and your body twitched and spasmed, but you stayed with your lips firmly wrapped around him. The little whines and moans vibrated his length only adding to his own tension.

Suga licked one last messy stripe up you, needing a last taste as you slowly stilled. He shuffled out from under you and got up on his knees, lifting your ass to meet his hips. Easily lining his cock up he slapped a harsh mark against your skin. The motion made you lurch forward, moaning again around Daichi.

“Like I said,” Suga panted out, “You can be a little rougher with her, she likes it.” He kept his eyes on the two of you as you started bobbing your head once more, and reached into the bedside table to pull out a short, thick object and a small bottle - both of which Daichi recognized at once. When you heard Suga squirt the lube into his hand, you couldn’t help but clenching, knowing what was to come.

He was too impatient to warm it up in his hands, simply coating your tight, puckered hole in it before easing a finger in. “Relax, angel baby.” He coos, voice far softer than before. You always got too excited, accidentally clenching when you shouldn’t be, especially with someone’s cock fucking your mouth so good. Slowly, he eases the plug in, rubbing your back all the while.

Nose puffing wildly against Daichi, you relax as best you can as you feel the plug bottom out, knowing it’s only the beginning. Suga doesn’t give you a moment’s rest, landing another rough smack against your bottom before he pushes himself into your ready cunt in one smooth motion. You feel so full already, every hole being filled and fucked to the brim.

Between the two of them, you’re barely doing anything anymore. Their thrusts effortlessly sync up and you’re suddenly being tossed back and forth, back and forth on their cocks. It’s more than you had imagined, being so full and so fucked out already.

“My cute little whore, you love this, don’t you?” Suga calls out hoarsely. “Your little pussy is just creaming all over me.”

Deftly, you hum around the cock in your mouth, unable to actually respond. Daichi’s motions get sloppier and harder when you look up at his determined expression with your teary eyes. With a sharp huff, he pulls you off by tugging back your hair and takes a small step back from the bed. Your numb jaw stays parted as you gasp for air, spit leaking down the corner of your dry lips.

“Didn’t… didn’t wanna cum just yet.” He puffs out, knowing Suga was gearing up to ask. You feel emptier, having easily gotten so used to being skewered by their cocks.

“You want to fuck her?” Suga slows his rough thrusts, lazily rutting against you before he lets out a short laugh. Letting your front half fall into the mattress for some respite, you clench around him at the question. “I know you want that, angel, calm down,” he scoffs. “Besides, you haven’t even seen her perfect cunny, that’s what you’re really here for anyway.”

You whimper into the sheets when Suga suddenly pulls out, unable to move. Daichi clears his throat and sits beside you on the bed, smoothing the hair out of your face.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighs, “I’m gonna fuck you now.” He says simply just as Suga wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into his lap. He keeps himself upright with his back against the headboard and reaches between your legs and carefully slides the plug out, only to replace it with his soaked cockhead. Not capable of forming a sentence you just moan and nod as his cock slips into you, aided by an ample amount of added lube.

It’s not a new sensation, but the stretch aches each time, especially when he bottoms out and spreads your legs. His own legs are spread enough for yours to be wide enough to fit Daichi’s thick body. When you finally look up, haze clearing from your mind, you’re met with a dark expression etched into Daichi’s face while he positions himself between your legs.

He doesn’t look directly at you, eyes fixed between your puffy spread folds and the sliver of where he can see how Suga is nestled inside of you. From behind, Suga’s hand comes up around your chin, forcing you to look back. His thumb taps against your cheek and, on command, you open your mouth and stick out your flat tongue. Daichi can only watch as Suga spits down into your bruised mouth and immediately presses a burning kiss against your lips.

Daichi doesn’t even realize he’s frozen until Suga pulls away from you, forcing you to look forward. “Come on then, she’s been good, don’t you think she deserves your cock? She’s squeezing me to death here.”

Blinking hard, Daichi comes out of his stupor. “Yeah, you’ve been a good girl.” He echoes back. “You wanna be filled up by these two cocks?”

It’s barely a question, but you stutter out an answer anyway. “Please, yes, please, please. Want you so bad.”

He eases between both of your legs, putting his hands on either side of Suga to keep himself steady as he prods at your hole. The little sigh you let out when his tip slides in makes him shudder and force himself in deeper. His fat cock burns you, and with Suga’s lodged deep in your ass, you feel like your being split. Along your thin wall, you can feel the two of them nestled against one another as Daichi slowly enters you.

Suga pants across the back of your neck, holding himself back from fucking your tight hole that only grows tighter as Daichi eases into you. For what feels like forever, he looms over your whimpering mess of a body, inching in little by little until at last, he bottoms out.

“Good, baby? Both your cute, little holes all filled out.” Suga whispered against your ear.

Already shaking, you feverishly nod. “F-feels so good, ah… uh, both so big.”

Daichi’s hips are vibrating as he holds back from fucking into you, choosing instead to shallowly rut against you. “So tight,” he sighs, “but you’re taking us so well.” For once, not silently pleading for Suga’s permission, he pulls out most of the way before slamming back into you. The way his cock drags against your stretched walls and the hardness of Suga’s closely centered cock is completely new to him, but it makes his mind go feral.

All you can do is sit back against Suga’s smooth chest as Daichi fucks you into him, both of them moving to kiss any bit of you they comfortably can. It’s a sloppy mess of tongues and teeth and skin slapping and scraping while you’re crushed between them. After feeling Daichi’s cock rub so manically against his, Suga can’t help but thrust up into you, holding back as much as he humanly can.

The only noises that fill the air are a garbled mix of broken sobs and moans intertwined with the loud slaps of skin and wet squelch between your legs. A tight knot ropes itself in the base of your abdomen, between being stuffed and the way Daichi’s hip keeps battering your still-sensitive clit you know you’re not far from the edge.

“Gonna cum on our cocks?” Suga manages out from behind you.

“Uh… uh-huh, c-close.”

“Come on, cum all over my cock.” Daichi groans into your shoulder, the way your shake under him giving him the confidence to slam into you harder. The added pressure is enough to unravel you. Orgasm violently crashing down, Suga holds your thrashing body still, watching where Daichi’s cock was still pounding into your fluttering cunt. You felt the pressure keep inside of you as the waves continued, and then a sputter of wetness came from between your legs, soaking Daichi’s abdomen.

“Good girl,” Suga sighed and stilled completely.

He couldn’t even try to hold back a loud moan as he looked down to watch you squirt all over him. That was the end of the line for him. Despite what his heart wanted, he pulled out of you, sitting back on his knees and furiously pumping his weeping cock. The emptiness made you feel exposed, but you could only needily whine and grind back in Suga’s lap.

“Gonna cum on those tits. All over you.” Daichi’s eyes are flickering between yours and your empty pussy. Before you can get a simple ‘please’ in, his cum is shooting all over your abdomen and across your chest. A broken, breathy moan shatters out of his mouth when he clearly looks at you. “So pretty like this.” He whispers as he relaxes.

Giving him his moment, Suga waits until the gentle smile finds its way back onto Daichi’s face to lift you off his throbbing cock. The sudden motion makes you squeak as your back on your hands and knees again and Suga’s pushing you into the comforter.

“Let me help you.” You manage, looking up into Daichi’s eyes just before Suga rams into you, starting at a blistering pace immediately. Your entire body is rocked, the bed creaking under you.

Daichi gently takes your chin, scooting up so you can take his softening cock into your mouth and suck him clean. Just as you finish, leaving a little trail of saliva between his tip and your lips, you feel Suga’s hips stutter and slow. His cock twitches inside of you one final time before he shoots his load deep into you, holding your hips flush to the front of his thighs. Purposefully, you clench tightly around him, sucking him in and milking him dry.

He stays tucked inside of you until he starts to soften, then flops back onto the bed, dragging you along with him. You paw out for Daichi, pulling him back to lay on the other side of you. The three of you pant silently for a minute, cooling down.

After a while, Suga clears his throat. “Everything you dreamed of, angel?” You hummed softly and often a small nod. Looking over your head, he made eye contact with Daichi and grinned. “Same time next week?”

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