#i wish there was something else i could use as a safe stimulant

[give-soup-please]

yes, i'm a college student. yes, i drink caffeine. yes, it gives me anxiety and the shakes and makes me think my friends hate me. yes, it gives me muscle cramps because i hold all the tension in my body.

will i stop?

nah.

[clockwayswrites]

A Bird in the building is worth to in the car. Or something. Part 23

yes, I do have too much fun with these part titles masterpost

The efficiency that Danny and the kids were ushered, privately and securely, into the parking garage and the waiting car with was impressive. Bruce gave the order and then in a breath they were at the car. Unable to fight the instinct, Danny had kept his wings around the boys the whole way, as if he could protect them from the world.

Even in the car Danny still wanted to protectively drape his wings around them. He was grateful when both boys let him. He was grateful that Mr. Pennyworth didn’t comment on the wings at all. He just wished Bruce had gone with them.

It was completely understandable for Bruce to have to check on the situation and the people who had been in the building before leaving, but it left Danny feeling on edge. It would be better once Bruce was back in the car, and Danny knew that everyone here was safe. If it had been possible, he would have preferred to wait in the safe room. With the incoming cops that hadn’t been wise.

What felt like too long later, Danny watched Bruce walk towards the car through the tinted windows, flanked by very alert security. The door opening and closing felt very final. Danny let out a breath he hadn’t exactly been holding, but had still felt clogged up in his chest.

Bruce leaned across the center console and part way into the back seat. “Are you all alright?”

“Yes, Father,” Damian said where he was just barely leaning into Danny’s side and cradled by a wing.

“Yeah,” Tim said. “But, B, he was following me. He said he saw me going into the building. He called me a dormouse. I didn’t… I didn’t even notice him until he came into the building.”

Danny carded talons through Tim’s hair, hoping to calm himself as much as Tim or else he might go back and show the Mad Hatter how terrifying he could really get.

Bruce didn’t look any more pleased at that. “We’ll look into it, and I’ll pass along the information too. We’ll have to put some security on you for a bit in case he has others under control who are still after you.”

Tim frowned at that and Danny couldn’t resist leaning over to press a kiss to Tim’s hair, as presumptuous as the act was. “Let us protect you, hummingbird.”

Tim looked up at him. “Hummingbird?”

Danny just gave a little shrug. It seemed to fit. He didn’t think too much about it. It fit in the same way as being able to wrap his wings around them and the need to protect them.

“And what about you?” Bruce asked.

Danny glanced at the other man, tilting his head quizzically.

“Are you alright?” Bruce clarified.

“He was not before the event,” Damian jumped in quickly. “He was obviously fatigued and suffering from either a headache or over stimulation from the noise.”

“Or both,” Tim added. “We thought he might be leaving to go home.”

“I was just leaving to get lunch,” Danny sighed, even though they weren’t wrong about the rest.

Bruce frowned and held his hand out, which Danny just blinked at.

“Hand, Danny,” Bruce explained. “I want to check your pulse.”

Danny froze. He was suddenly, excruciatingly aware that his hand was still tipped in talon and small feathers. He snatched his hand out of Tim’s hair, worried now that his hand alone had been too much, as distorted as it was. He crossed his arms, hiding his hands against his body.

“I’m fine.”

Bruce didn’t pull his hand back. Instead his whole face softened in a sad way that confused Danny.

“We aren’t afraid of you, Danny,” Bruce said. His voice was a comforting low rumble that Danny wanted desperately to trust. “You’ve been nothing but kind to my family and today you kept them safe. The physical changes you went through to do that do not scare me.”

Danny glanced down and away, trying to avoid looking at any of them in the tight space of the car. “They scare me.”

Damian clicked his tongue and leaned further into Danny’s side, further in under the wing. Tim reached for a hand. Not wanting to accidentally hurt Tim with the sharp talons, Danny reluctantly let him take it. Tim wrapped his own fingers confidently around Danny’s.

Bruce still waited with his hand out.

Danny chewed on his lip, an old nervous tick. Bruce waited. The boys stayed close. Finally, Danny let out a huff of air and offered his hand up to Bruce.

“Your pulse is a bit erratic,” Bruce said after he had counted Danny’s pulse along to the ticking of his watch. He didn’t let go of Danny’s hand after it, instead he ran his thumb against Danny’s wrist. The touch almost made Danny shiver in a good way.

“I, ah, adrenalin crash, I figure,” Danny said once he could find his words.

“Are you alright returning to the Manor so that we can keep an eye on you?”

“Oh I get asked this time?” Danny teased. Teasing was easier.

Bruce just chuckled. “Well you are awake.”

“I… yes,” Danny answered. It was less about him being looked after and more so that he could look after the boys. If he went home now, he’d worry all night.

Mr. Pennyworth finally started the car. “Will you be needing medication or any such health items from your apartment, sir?”

Danny shook his head. “I keep some extra doses in my bag. And really, just Danny is alright.”

“Then to home, Master Danny.”

Danny tried not to miss the touch as Bruce pulled away and buckled in for the drive.

[kteezy997]

hello hello! don’t know if you take requests, but could you do something about Tim and the reader are already dating and working on a film together. one of the days the reader doesn’t have to show to set so she has a seat for herself and when tim finally gets off work he comes to find her on the jacuzzi of their room using the water jets to masturbate. you can choose how to finish it

i admire your work🥰❤️

A/N: I tweaked the first part a little. warnings: using water jets to masturbate, explicit thoughts, hot tub sex, breast play, Timmy calls reader ‘good girl’ at the end

Jacuzzi// t.c.

You were finally able to fly out and see Timmy for the first time in weeks. He was in the middle of the press tour for Dune: Part Two. You would be joining him in London for two days. You'd miss the premiere of the movie and the after parties, but that didn't really bother you. Timmy was very private when it came to his love life anyway, and you didn't want to take any attention away from him or the film. You were set to head straight to the hotel once your flight got in.

You were exhausted after being on a plane for 10 and a half hours. You honestly thought of just going to bed straight away, but you knew Timmy would be back soon. You didn't want to miss seeing him tonight. And you knew he would be sad if you were already asleep when he got back.

You looked out the window, seeing the city lit up against the darkness of the night sky. It was beautiful; the bustling night life of the city. You saw the large hot tub off to the side of the balcony. You then realized why Timmy told you to bring a bathing suit.

You decided to take advantage of the hot tub now, and you went back in to retrieve your bikini from your suitcase. As you got into the two piece, you looked at your phone. Messages you had gotten while in flight were finally coming through. Timmy's manager had sent you photos of him in his premiere outfit and you scrolled through press photos on social media as well.

He wore a pretty simple outfit, but looked so damn good, as usual. You thought about ripping that big T-shirt off of him, along with those shiny trousers, and running your fingers through his curly hair. You missed him. You missed his voice, his scent, the way you felt so safe and warm in his arms.

You were clad in your pink bikini as you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and went out to the balcony. You entered the hot tub, your body stung from the contrast of the coolness of the night mixing with the hot temperature of the water. But you got adjusted to the change after about a minute.

The sound of the jets and the little waterfall on one side filled the air and created a calming ambiance with the glow of the lights along the bottom of the tub. You wished that Timmy would just come through the door already to relax with you.

You kept thinking of him, and of how long it had been since you’d gotten to cuddle him, much less have sex. You craved it at this point. You closed your eyes, thinking about your handsome man, and the ways he knew how to please you. He knew your body even better than you did. He knew all of your weaknesses and kinks. He knew how much you loved his mouth on your body.

You were getting hot and bothered, literally and figuratively. The steam was making your face hot as the water soothed your muscles. One of the jets was hitting your lower back so precisely, working out any aches and pains.

You were reminded that Timmy would often massage you, sometimes before sex, sometimes after, and he really knew how to use his hands. Even more so when it came to playing with your pussy. Your core ached just thinking about it.

Then a thought popped into your head. If the jet felt good on your back…it would feel even better somewhere else. Your turned around, straddling the jet stream. The water shot your clit, making your body vibrate. You moaned and your body shook, your pussy was stimulated to the point of almost numbness. You thought of Timmy’s fingers, rubbing you softly, then faster and faster.

His tongue dancing back and forth on your clit. The way he'd flick his eyes up at you now and then as he ate you out. The shooting jet hit all the right places, your pussy became totally numb with pleasure. You found yourself humping the water, your body eager to feel more pressure.

You put your hand between your legs, and closed your eyes. You rubbed between your folds. Thinking of Timmy's fingers again. After he was done with his fingers, he would kiss your inner thighs. He’d smirk at you. Your next thought was of his tongue nudging your bundle of nerves where your own fingers were.

Then your mind wandered to his cock… thick, veiny, and his pretty red tip.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You were completely startled, and gasped as you slipped under the water. You came back up immediately, coughing up some water and pushing your hair out of your face as you looked over at your lover who had, unbeknownst to you, joined you out on the balcony.

Timmy laughed at you, shaking his head. "Just couldn't wait for me, could you?"

"Sorry Timmy, it's just- I saw photos of you from the premiere and"

He cut you off, inching closer to the jacuzzi, placing his hands on the ledge of it, "And? And what, you got greedy, so you put your pussy on the jets while you thought about my cock?"

"Basically...yes." you shrugged. Having now caught your breath, you swished over to where he was standing, the steam evaporated from your wet, hot skin, and you said, "Get your big cock in here with me."

With a little smirk, Timmy whipped his shirt off, then his sparkly trousers and his boots. Once he was down to his boxers, he stepped into the hot tub with you. "Whoa! That is hot!" he said in surprise as he got accustomed to the temperature.

You got onto his lap as he sat down, your arms enveloped one another automatically, and your lips met. You tasted a bit of alcohol on his lips, but he hadn't stumbled or slurred his words at all, so he wasn't drunk. You were glad that he was able to let loose a little bit and have fun. You knew how busy he had been the last few months as he traveled all over the world to promote two movies, one of them having already raked in hundreds of millions of dollars.

You pulled away from his kiss and he smiled brightly at you. It was so glorious, you felt light and fluffy inside, like you were on a cloud. The sky was dark, with nothing illuminating the night except for the glowing lights in the tub and the tiny squares of indoor lights coming through windows of the many buildings below and around you.

Timmy was so handsome, his strong arms above the surface of the water. Droplets webbing on his skin, the steam coming off the both of you now, the trickling sound of the waterfall, it was all so romantic. It was a moment you could have lived in with him forever.

He kissed your neck, and you held the back of his head, his curls slightly dampened and cool to the touch due to the chill of the nighttime air. He nibbled your collarbone and left some smooches on your shoulder. "So pretty." he whispered, his eyes closed as his lips grazed your wet skin. "I'm so happy you're here." he cooed.

As he looked at you, his irises sea green now, you put your arms around his neck. You let your crotch graze over his cock. “Awe, me too, honey.” You felt his erection growing even more as you kissed him. You moaned into his mouth, and he stuck his tongue in. You felt his cock poking around your clit through the material of your bikini bottoms. "Mm," you began to mutter, "you're so hard right now."

Timmy hummed lowly, his hands went under your arms, and he lifted you up slightly and eyed your wet body. "I want you so bad." he admitted, leaning in to kiss your breasts. He left little kisses along your cleavage, with hungry, sensual sounds.

As he teased your nipple through your bikini top, you begged, "Put your cock in me, Timmy."

He lowered you onto his lap and he pulled the front of his boxers down in an instant, then pushed your bottoms to the side so he could access your pussy. With a firm upward thrust, he was inside you.

"Ohh, shit." you trembled, adjusting to him.

Timmy let out a soft moan, letting his hands settle on your hips under the water.

You started to roll your hips, letting his cock rut in and out of you.

"Aw, yes, baby, yes." he panted, grabbing you by your ass, helping you pump his cock faster.

"Oh, Timmy." you cried, bouncing on his cock now, as fast as you could muster without splashing water out of the hot tub.

His hands moved to your tits after a moment, squeezing them and rubbing your nipples, only adding to effect he was having on your pussy. He pushed either piece of your bikini top aside, exposing your breasts right in his face.

It was quite the sensation having your hard nipples splashing in and out of the hot water and into the coolness of the evening as you rode Timmy's cock.

Again, he felt your breasts. He nipped and licked at them as they bounced with you. He rolled your nipples with his fingers, making you throw your head back. He was able to capture a tit in his mouth here and there to suck them.

You could feel him pumping his hips up into you as well, meeting your thrusts as they got slower.

His waist was smacking hard up into you, and you were moaning like a whore. It was becoming too much for you to keep up with. You threw your arms around his neck, keeping still to let him fuck you. Your face rested in his damp hair.

Timmy held your waist and made the hottest growling sounds as he rutted you. Water was splashing everywhere around you at this point, hitting you in the face, even, but you didn't care. You whimpered and cried as you held onto him, just taking what he was giving you.

He stopped, then stood up in the tub as he grabbed you by your arms. He placed you chest down on the side of the tub. You braced yourself with your hands, trying not to slip. You felt Timmy's hands on your butt. The head of his cock toyed with your dripping clit for a second before he slid in again.

You held onto the edge as he started to ram into you from behind. You were just imagining how hot he looked, water droplets running down his body, frizzy ringlets of his hair bobbing back and forth with his thrusts. Your pussy throbbed and you clenched around his thick cock. His balls caused the warm water to splash your clit. The cold, hard surface of the jacuzzi wall caused your nipples to pebble up. You cried like a little bitch and shuddered as your orgasm overtook you.

"You take my cum like a good girl now." Timmy muttered, squeezing your ass cheeks, pumping his cock rapidly.

You whimpered with each of his final thrusts, trying with all of your might to not slip under the water.

He slammed his cock in one last time, and you felt his warm fluid spill into you. You rested your head on the edge of the tub, feeling all tingly. Then, his cold curls were on your skin as he pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder blade, making you giggle.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt @ducktapebar @aoi-targaryen

[miraclewoozi]

[ 22:38 ] - b.sk

pairing : seungkwan x fem reader. content : smut. literal pwp. (MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT.) w/c : 1.5k. notes : i’m down horrendous for boo seungkwan and his fucking hands. what else is new? SMUT TAGS UTC.  notes 2.0 : my first timestamp! wow. how fun. (i honestly just needed to get this out of my system, so. sorry about it.) boosadans, u guys are are so starved. pls accept this little token of my love to you.

smut tags : soft!dom seungkwan, sub!reader. swearing (obv). physical restraining (if you squint there’s maybe the tiniest implication of a size kink but not really?), some possessiveness but it’s minimal and mc likes it, unwrapped piv sex (he pulls out but still. be safe out there team), nipple play, clit stimulation, praise, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), some orgasm control. LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT ANYTHING.

Both of your wrists fit so perfectly in just one of his hands. 

It’s the best revelation he’s ever made. In the months you’ve been together, there have never really been any true power dynamics at play in the bedroom, both of you always too caught up trying to please instead of dominate. But when you release your hands from where they’ve been tangled in his hair and they fall onto the mattress just above your head, something clicks inside him. Seungkwan finds himself now gently pinning your arms down to your bed sheets as he leans over you, his long fingers spread wide to keep you in place, his hips rocking against you rhythmically. Just hard enough to rile you up. Just a little too slow to have you shaking.

It’s perfect, Seungkwan thinks, because it keeps his other hand free to use however he desires. He can cup your cheek, and murmur ‘my pretty baby’ at you as your eyes roll back into your head. He can toy with your nipples, if he wants, and tell you how perfect your tits look when he thrusts hard enough to make them bounce. He can grip your waist, holding you still as he fucks into you slightly rougher, watching your smooth skin depress under his touch. 

He can even tease his fingers over your clit and make you squeeze your sweet little pussy around his cock. That’s his favourite, he thinks. By the way you react, it might just be yours, too. 

“Harder,” you gasp as he readjusts his hold on your wrists, and he looks down his nose at you with that raised eyebrow, sideways smirk signature he has. You swallow, biting your lip briefly before you say, “fuck— please, Kwannie. Hold them tighter.”

“Oh, princess,” he coos, cock throbbing at how you sound so angelic and beautifully fucked out. More-so as you whine in desperation when his fingers curl more harshly, giving you enough pressure to immobilise your hands entirely. “Is this it? This how you like it?”

“Yes,” you tell him, nodding and tugging against his hold, testing it, but it’s to no avail as he presses you further into the sheets, rolling your clit now between his thumb and forefinger on his other hand. “Fuck, I’m—”

“Not yet,” he interrupts you, shaking his head with a pout that you’re almost inclined to believe is condescending. “You can’t come yet, okay?” 

Well, fuck. You’ve never been too good at holding your orgasms off, and thankfully Seungkwan has very, very rarely asked you to try. He loves the way you feel around him when you unravel, and he’s always so eager to get you off before he does that the moment you tell him you’re close, it’s music to his ears. You’re just so velvety around him. So warm and wet and he sometimes feels bad that he can’t always last that long, but it’s all your fault for being so damn perfect.

You try your best, but you don’t even have anything to grab onto. You can only ball your hands into fists to try and anchor yourself as he snaps and snaps and snaps his hips into you, as he pinches and massages at the bundle of nerves between your thighs. That little smirk makes a comeback on his features, but you don’t notice. Not until —

“Wish you could see yourself right now,” he sighs as he angles his thrusts a little bit deeper and your eyes fly open, your lips parting in a squeak of surprise at how far up in your stomach you feel him. “God, you’re doing so well, baby. Feels like this pussy was made for me.”

It makes your head spin. This is the first time he’s ever said anything like this in bed — he’s usually so… shy, so decorous. But thinking about how every vein in his cock must surely leave imprints on your insides, how the fucking your cunt takes multiple times a week makes you inarguably his? You’ve only ever been turned off by a possessive man, before now, yet this, from your usually so sweet boyfriend? Sends pulse after pulse of pleasure straight to your core. 

You think you need to try and bring this out in him more often. 

Talking back to him is a waste of the effort you’re using to try and hold yourself back from the edge, so you just nod, pinching your lips together as you swallow the words. The issue here, though, is that in your silence, your ears are left to pick up on every single other thing. The lewd sounds of your hole sucking him in over and over. The way your old bed frame squeaks with every single movement. His breathy sighs and moans. The slap of skin on skin when he eventually uses that free hand to hike your left leg up around his waist and he manages to get even closer, still. 

“Please tell me you’re—” you start to say, the fire inside you warmer than it’s ever been without you letting it consume you. “I don’t know if I can…”

“You really need it, huh?” he asks, dipping down to kiss your lips softly, slowing until he almost stops. “You gonna come?”

“Please,” you beg, trying to move beneath him, trying to fuck yourself on his length. You’re so close. You just need a little more. “Please, please, please—”

He lets go of your wrists altogether and immediately, you wrap your arms around him, pressing your fingertips into his back as he settles back into a delicious rhythm. 

“Okay,” is all he says, the word hot as it fans over your parted lips, as his exhale disappears into your mouth. But it’s all he needs to say. Frankly, it’s all he gets the chance to; it happens before you’re ready, before you can communicate it, even though you’ve spent what feels like forever being built up to this. All of your muscles stiffen as it hits you and you’re seeing stars behind your tightly closed eyelids. Your breaths escape you in a series of moans and whines, each inhale more like a gasp. He feels you clenching around him, feels how you try to pull his whole weight down against your stomach, feels how much wetter your cunt gets and how your leg tightens around his waist to try and keep him buried inside you. 

It almost tips him over the edge, too, and even though he stills, he finds himself having to go back naming all of his highschool teachers in his head just to try and keep a shred of composure while your walls do their best to milk him dry. Thankfully, it doesn’t take too long for your arms to go slack around him, and (though reluctantly) he hurries to pull out of you. Seungkwan takes his cock into his hand instead and he fucks into his fist at the same pace as before – and no, it’s not as plush or warm or tight as you, but it doesn’t need to be. You take him to the point of no return every time — this just needs to be enough, and wow, it is. In seconds, his balls tighten and his forehead scrunches and he grunts as he releases in spurts all over your stomach.

He comes, and he comes, and it feels a bit like he’s never going to stop coming. But whenever it does end, when his agonisingly sensitive length starts to soften, and squeezing out every last drop onto your waiting body is almost an impossible task, he feels exhausted. He made such a mess. It’s everywhere. All on his hand, on the sheets, on you; you’re lying there looking so fucking pretty, breathing like you’ve just finished a race, and your belly is pearlescent with his cum, and all he wants to do is go to sleep. 

But you half-sit up and reach out to him, taking hold of his wrist, now. He lets you (he’d let you do anything in these afterglow moments, and he knows that you know it too), softening the muscles in his arm to straighten at the elbow, and he watches you. Watches you drag your tongue over the skin between his thumb and his pointer finger. Watches as you lap up and swallow back the cum he was about to get up to wipe up with a tissue. Watches as you clean up every trace he left of his orgasm on his own hand, before you flop back onto the pillows, giggling and licking over your kiss-swollen lips. 

He almost feels like he could get hard again at the sight of it. But — much to his own dismay — Seungkwan’s refractory period has never been quick. Even if he did pop another hard-on right now, he knows he’d be way too sensitive to do anything with it. 

“You can’t do that to me,” he pouts, leaning over you to the bedside cabinet to grab a few tissues to start cleaning you up. “Not without a warning.”

"A warning wouldn't help and you know it," you tease him. He gives a 'hmmph', pulling a few free from the box and rolling his eyes as you squirm, ticklish when he starts to wipe his release from you. “You’d whine about it anyway.”

“I don’t whine,” he-… well. “Come on. Get up — bathroom, baby.”

You think that this is supposed to be distracting, to stop you being able to call him out for his immediate contradiction. On the other hand, maybe this is just his way of looking after you — it could be both, even. But you reach both arms up, first, silently asking him to come down to you one more time. He does, rolling his eyes and meeting you in another kiss, the tissues still scrunched up in his palm.

“Two minutes?” You ask, locking him into a cuddle he could probably escape from, if his strength ever happened to overpower the love he has for you. Yet, he rolls onto his back and tosses the tissues with alarming accuracy into the bin next to your dresser, pulling you into his chest.

“One and a half,” he agrees, nodding up at the ceiling.

He can never say no to you. Not especially when you hum into his collarbone and drag your fingers down his arm to take hold of his (clean) hand.

thank u sm for reading!! as always, likes, reblogs & feedback are all greatly appreciated.<3

[mysumeow]

ꗃ LYNEY NSFW ALPHABET 2/2

warnings: afab genitalia, gn pronouns.

a/n: i sat myself down in front of my puter and told myself: im not getting up until i finish this. thats the only way i can convince myself to stop postponing everything, including stuff i want to finish (like this one lkjhasdflkjhs)

PART ONE › MASTERLIST ���

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I can see this guy wanting kids. He wants to give them the childhood and lifestyle he wishes he had when he was one.

So, breeding is a given.

Aside from that, he shows affinity for harnesses, restraints of any kind, sensory deprivation in the form of blindfolding, and lingerie. He prefers you to be the one getting blindfolded and teased, but he’s not against the idea of being on the receiving end.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Given that he doesn’t want to cause any type of scandal, he prefers to play it safe and do it behind closed doors. The biggest risk he’s willing to handle is having you press against a window. Your front against the glass, while he pounds you from behind. Seeing your face reflected on the window until it fogs up from heavy breathing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The moment you show a sliver of thigh, the cogs in his mind are already turning. Otherwise, if you’re wearing fishnets, tights, high-knee socks, or just any type of leg accessory (yes, harnesses are included too), that also makes him ogle you when no one else is looking.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s willing to try anything if it has nothing to do with certain bodily wastes.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’d be embarrassed to be on the receiving end and probably cumming within the first few minutes, so he prefers to go down on you. Skill-wise, he has limited knowledge, but he takes his time with you to make sure you enjoy it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If the pace is all up to him, he prefers a more sensual way. It’s not difficult to ask him to go faster or rougher if you want, but he likes taking his time with you. Doing it slowly, caressing your body instead of grabbing it and jackhammering into you—he’s a romantic at heart, after all. His fingers touching and playing with your most sensitive parts. He can be quite unfair in this regard because he’s not above edging you in that way, just for the sake of making you as needy as possible.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are good if he’s in immediate need of having you and his schedule is tight. He understands there are days in which he won’t be able to spend as much time with you as he wishes he could, and therefore, quickies are an easy solution to that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d rather play it safe. A scandal of public obscenity is something he’d prefer to avoid. If anything, he would trace his fingers against your thigh, or grip it, when you’re sitting down next to him having dinner at a restaurant. But that’s about it.  

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s a performer; he must have a nice amount of endurance for physical activity. He might do one long, consistent round or a multiple, reasonable number of rounds. It depends on his partner’s preference. He’s fine with either.

T = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I do think he has at least one, but he sees little need to keep it after he’s with someone. He shows interest in stimulating your body with some handy toy, like a bullet vibrator or something of the like. Open to suggestions from your part if you want to try a toy on him, too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he’s feeling playful and teasing, he’s pretty unfair. He’ll keep tethering you to the edge of your orgasm, pulling away at the right time before working you up to that edge again. He doesn’t care if you’re obedient or not; if he wants to edge you for the next couple of minutes, he’ll do it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Man tries so hard to keep his voice down. He can manage in the beginning, but the closer he is to his orgasm, the louder he gets. He whines and moans, even crying your name if he has been edged for a while. You may try covering his mouth with yours; he’s going to moan into the kiss, and his sounds of pleasure slip through. Can’t shut up for the life of him (affectionately).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Every time you visit him backstage, he has fantasized about having a quickie with you there, just before a show. This fantasy is not viable, because that would mean Lynette could catch you both in the act, and that wouldn’t be a fun experience. The same applies to when he imagines you visiting him in the dressing room before a show.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high. Aside from the reason being his age, it’s also due to him being an energetic individual, and he has to release said energy in some way or another.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll be awake if you talk to him, but the moment there’s some silence, he’s asleep.

[baronessblixen]

Hi ! I have a prompt for you: Mulder and Scully sharing a bed during two nights in The Rain King. After a first awkard night, what happens during the second one after the party ?

Tooth-rotting fluff ahead. And bed-sharing. And kissing. (wc: 1,183)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 20: Shooting Stars

He’s still humming Somewhere Over The Rainbow in the car on their way back to the hotel. Every once in a while, he glances over at Scully and while she’s quiet, there’s a soft smile playing around her lips that makes him feel giddy. He’s felt giddy ever since he saw Holman and Sheila together, having found their way to each other after all. A happy ending. A beautiful one, too. If only all their cases could end in sunshine and rainbows.

“Mulder, look.” He’s just parked their car when Scully points at the sky. Mulder steps out of the car, lifting his head to the heavens in awe.

“Shooting stars,” he says, grinning. “I think it’s safe to say that Holman scored.”

“Mulder,” Scully scolds him, but she’s giggling. She’s actually giggling. He tears his eyes away from the sky, where white flaming stars continue to rain down on them, to look at Scully. She’s staring at the natural wonder with her mouth open as if she might catch one that way. She looks so young to him right now. Like she did that night on their first case. Before everything that happened to them.

He loses himself in her sight and in her memory. If only he could get that back. For her. That’s his wish. Standing out here, wishing upon a shooting star, he briefly closes his eyes. When he opens them again, he finds Scully staring at him.

“Catch a falling star, Scully” he says to her, pretending to do so, “and put it in your pocket. Save it for a rainy day.”

“I don’t have to,” she says. “Cause you just did.” He watches her walk to their hotel room, her eyes glancing up again and again. Mulder follows her, still wearing a grin.

“Did you wish for anything?” he asks once they’re both inside.

“Maybe,” she admits.

“What did you wish for?”

“You know I can’t tell you. It won’t come true if I do.” With that, she disappears into the bathroom. Mulder quickly undresses and lies down on the bed. Their bed. He glares at the cot in the corner that he was supposed to use but that gave out as soon as he got horizontal last night. They shared the bed as platonically as two FBI partners possibly could. While he doesn’t know what either of them did during the night, they were on their respective sides in the morning. It wasn’t awkward. It didn’t feel strange or wrong at all. So why should tonight be any different?

Scully comes out ten minutes later, wearing her pajamas. Her face is devoid of make-up and he can see her beauty mark. He secretly loves seeing her like this, when all her professional layers are gone. She trusts him enough to let him see her like this. Like Dana. She gets into bed, sighing happily. She smells minty-fresh and like vanilla. His nose is drawn to her; his whole body is. He catches himself before his nose lands in her hair.

“Bathroom is all yours,” she says with a smile and Mulder hops off the bed, getting his own business done. He’s quick in case Scully is tired and falls asleep before he’s back out. But he’s in luck. She’s still awake when he crawls into bed, unable to hide his grin. Scully turns off the light but there’s enough light from outside to not drape them in complete darkness. They’re facing each other and while Mulder can’t be sure, he thinks Scully is smiling at him.

“Interesting night, huh?” he asks.

“Yeah, it was.”

“Are you tired? I don’t want to keep you awake. I’m wired. Who knew someone else’s love life could be so… stimulating.” He hears Scully chuckle and remembers something.

“Hey, about what you said earlier.”

“What did I say? It was a long day, Mulder.”

“Me giving dating advice.”

“Hmm,” she replies.

“Why did you think that was funny?”

“I didn’t think it was funny.”

“Well, you thought it was something.”

“Unless there’s something I’m missing, I don’t think you’ve been on any date since I’ve known you.”

“I have been on dates,” he says, trying to remember one.

“When?” The sheets rustle and Scully sounds more awake now.

“Um.” He’s raking his brain. He must have been on a date in the last couple of years. At least one. He just doesn’t remember. “There was this woman,” he says, stalling.

“In this decade?” Scully asks, teasing him.

“Very funny. It worked out, didn’t it? So I couldn’t have been too far off.”

“Sheila did the final move, Mulder. If anything, I helped them.”

“What did you say to her?” On the other side of the bed, Scully squirms, piquing his interest even more. “Come on, Scully. Teach me something.” Suddenly, he finds himself much closer to her, unaware of how it happened. Has he moved closer? Has she?

“I don’t remember,” she says and Mulder knows it’s a blatant lie. “Just something about how she should give Holman a chance.”

“That’s what you said.”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

“I don’t believe you,” he whispers and she gasps because he’s that close. So close in fact that he’s sure they’re breathing the exact same air. But he doesn’t want to move away. And neither, it seems, does she.

“You can ask Sheila,” Scully says, her voice firm. “But be careful, in case she kisses you again.”

He groans. “You know I didn’t encourage her, right?”

“I know,” she says. “But you don’t need my permission to kiss people, Mulder.”

“I don’t?” he asks in a teasing voice.

“Of course not.”

“What if I wanted to kiss you?”

Scully is silent and he wonders if he’s gone too far. He got swept up in their closeness and the freedom of the darkness that makes him feel invincible. He’s about to apologize when she speaks again.

“Try it,” she says calmly. “Ask me and see what happens.” His heart is hammering so hard in his chest that he’s certain she must hear it, too. It doesn’t matter.

“Scully,” he says, his voice almost failing him. “Do I have permission to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

Before he even takes his next breath, his lips are on hers. Their first kiss is soft and sweet and as surprising as the shooting stars they experienced outside. She claws at him, tugging him closer, and taking the lead. He just follows. And gladly so. They come up for air, their noses touching, and her hand in his hair.

“That was unexpected,” he says, out of breath.

“Did you think I’d say no?”

“I- I don’t know. No. I mean I thought I knew you wouldn’t, but-”

“You think too much,” she says, her lips brushing his.

“So I’ve been told.”

“This is what I wished for,” she says, sounding shy. “When we were standing outside. This is what I wanted.”

“Just this?” he asks.

“Not just this,” she says and tugs at his shirt. He hears her loud and clear. He’s going to shoot for the stars, too.

[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Mama P2

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Watts

Rating Sweet Af

Concept Pregnancy

I stood holding the small of my back as I desperately tried to quell the pain. Everything hurt my feet. My ankles. My legs. My hips. My stomach. My back. My shoulders. My neck. Every single part of me was tired and aching and generally unhappy as the baby kicked almost per minute.

"Uhh stop just stop. For five minutes" I complained

"Baby really beating you up today" Benny chuckled from his chair

"I don't know why baby won't settle and sit damn still for five minutes" I sighed

"Would you like some tea?"

"No thank you, Benny"

"Would you like me to run you a bath or a hot shower?"

"No thank you, Benny"

"How about I give you a nice massage?'

"This better not be another excuse"

"No, no excuse A proper massage, Will that make you feel better?"

"Maybe?"

"Come on then," he says getting up and offering his chair I smiled and took a seat on the chair and he moved to the ottoman over so I could put up my feet and recline "One second," he said, going to our bedroom and he returned kneeling beside the ottoman, with a clean fluffy towel sitting it under my feet on top of the ottoman and a small bottle I was confused at first but he clicked and stretched his fingers a moment before pouring some of the bottles onto his hands and immediately the scent of lemon hit my nose reminding me of the massage oil from the box under our bed he rubbed some on his hands and then poured a little on my feet before he began to rub my swollen feet

"Uhhhhh ummmmm" I smiled as he worked

"That's nice?"

"Ummm" I nodded relaxing as he worked "ummm this is the most pleasurable feeling ever" I smiled

"...you're pregnant" he glared

"Yeah?"

"So I've had sex with you" he complained

"I stand by my statement"

"Thanks, well I have to keep my baby mama happy somehow"

I sat at the table going through the various items that had arrived, Of course, ordering things from catalogues as shopping wasn't really an option as I'm in no mood or ability to walk around a department store. Of course, family and friends had heard the news about the imminent arrival of the baby and sent over boxes of gifts so I was sorting baby clothes and various items that had accumulated Benny was supposed to be helping me but I think he was just kind playing with things currently he sat with a small wooden xylophone attempting to play himself a tune

"Benny"

"What?"

"Stop playing with the baby toys"

"I'm testing them," he says "I have to check they are adequately mentally stimulating. We want our baby to be a grandmaster by twelve they need smart baby toys" he explained

"I never said I wanted that"

"You didn't. I did"

"Benny, the baby will be smart You don't have to test all the toys"

"I don't know they are only half chess genius," he says and I glared "I'm just testing them If I can use them without hurting myself then they are safe for the baby"

"I don't know babies are pretty dumb"

"True, y/n watch" he laughed before he began to play a tune

"You just wanna play with it"

"Kinda,"

"Do something else"

"Fine" he sighed moving into another box "Okay I am very confused..."

"That's a nursing bra"

"It's a bra... but buttons to expose the boobs?"

"Yes Benny, for nursing."

"I feel like we had one of these when we first got married that I ripped off you sometime after our honeymoon"

"Different thing Benny"

"I don't know make this in black lace and I'm pretty sure it's the same. That's a point you're planning on breastfeeding right?"

"That's the plan"

"Yes! Boobs!"

"Not boobs for you. Boobs for baby"

"But I'll still get to see boobs which is really what I'm excited about"

"Your my husband you can see boobs whenever you want"

"Yeah but it's not as fun"

I sat bouncing myself on the small inflatable ball I picked up it's supposed to help me strengthen and Widen my cervix or something. By the side of my Bump, I'd kinda wished I'd been doing way more cause I am a planet I've almost convicted the head of this baby is gonna be a literal watermelon luckily it wouldn't be long until this would be over and the baby would be here I mean I'm excited for this to be over but also worried because then I have a human to take care of which I mean I should be fine with I already take care of benny, the longer this goes on the more I question women who say they like being pregnant? I definitely do not. And I was pretty panicked I mean I want it out of me of course so we can have our baby and so I can be done being pregnant but... it has to come out of me which is gonna hurt! It's a complex feeling to have as I bounce.

"Comfy?" Benny asks as he brings me some juice

"Somewhat" I answered taking the juice and having a sip as he sat in his chair "Why?' I glared

"Just a position I should think you're used to" he smirked

For a moment I was puzzled and then I realised oh yeah I'm sitting with my thighs wife bouncing up and down

"Stop thinking with your penis Benjamin"

"Maybe I would if it got some attention" he sighed sipping his own juice

"I'm pregnant" I argued

"Yeah? Not like I can make you double pregnant. It's literally the only time it's a one hundred per cent chance I cum inside you and can't get you pregnant"

"No Benny, it's dangerous"

"Not in any of the parenting magazines I've read"

"Yes but you've been reading husband magazines and they are not helpful"

"Yeah the one at the doctor's office really isn't helpful and they really didn't appreciate me telling them that"

"Their doctor's benny they don't like being told they're wrong"

"But they are"

"Yes dear" I laughed

"Besides that pregnant booklet in the waiting room was printed in 1948, how is it possible that still there best recommendations?"

"I know" I giggled counting to bounce

"How'd baby?"

"Kicking. Stretching legs."

"Not long now and we'll finally get to hold our little one in our arms" he smiled coming to cuddle my stomach and give it kisses "umm Daddy can't wait to see you little one"

"Awww mummy can't either, just maybe... calm the kicking down a little"

"You want some help?"

"Not like you can stop it, Benny"

"I can help" he smiled moving behind me and gently holding my hips "Lay back"

"Are you sure?'

"Trust me"

"Alright" I sighed leaning my body back against him and he gently moved my hips on the ball which admittedly was very relaxing

"Don't hold back lean your whole weight on me"

"Are you sure? I'm very heavy Benny"

"I'm sure to come on"

So I leant my full weight on him my head on his shoulder and it was really nice not having to hold myself up for a little while and it even clicked my back

"Hey, that better?' He laughed as it clicked

"Much better" I smiled

"Good, I have to make sure baby mama is happy"

"It's getting harder and harder to be happy when I'm in this much pain'

"I know, but not long soon then we have the baby"

"I hope it won't be too long" I smiled but I felt a violent kick again"oh fuck-"

"What? Ohh oh. That's okay baby didn't mean to give your bladder a kick It's fine let's get you cleaned up" he reassured

I laid on the bed using Benny to pop my leg up given the size of My stomach made it basically impossible to lay certain ways, he was fast asleep but I couldn't sleep I'd been feeling this gnawing pain like period cramps but I guess it's just more pregnancy pain, but I'd been feeling it for hours now. I kept semi-falling asleep often waking from pain or strange nightmares of My stomach swelling to the point it explodes. I woke up from asleep and sat up having to use the bedpost to get myself up I wondered thought to the apartment and clicked on the light grabbing my book from the table and flicking through the pages in pain to see if I could fix this somehow

'Pain similar to period cramps - contractions usually a sign of active labour'

What! Wait wait wait what! I read on and began to panic I thought my water was meant to break or something or I'd start screaming I didn't know it would just kinda... begin hurting but I read on and found fake contractions or Braxton-Hicks also feel like this but they go away after eating so I made myself a big pile of toast eating a few pieces but it didn't go away

"What's going on?" Benny yawns as clearly something woke him up and he wondered out of the bedroom in his kimono rubbing his eyes

"I think I'm in labour"

He stopped short as I said that completely freezing mid-eye rub "What?'

"I think I'm in labour"

".... right. Okay. Just calm down!" He says beginning to panic

"I am calm Benny. I'm actually freakishly calm"

"I was talking to myself! Okay uhhh what makes you think so?"

"I've been having pains for like the last six hours. The book says there are contractions."

"They could just be Braxton-Hicks, right? Right you've had those before"

"They could, but they go away when you eat something"

"Did they go away after toast?" He asks

"Nope."

"Okay, what does the pain feel like?" He asks looking around the table for the paperwork

"Like a period cramp. Hurts like fuck then slowly goes away then hurts then slowly goes away"

"Holy shit. Yeah, that's a contraction. And ...your fine?"

"I feel fine. It hurts but I feel calm"

"Hu ... okay you think you can get dressed?"

"I think so"

"Good you get dressed I'll call the midwife at the hospital and see what she says," he says

I nodded and went to our room getting into my little maternity dress even if it was barely for me and a pair of my flats the pain only got more and more intense as Benny waited on hold so I grabbed my bag and packed it with a nightie, some slippers, perfume, lotion, body wash, baby's blankets, hats, socks, all the little things they said we would need to bring just in case. And as I came through he Finally thought having got himself dressed in the meantime with clothes from the clean laundry "Hi! Hi yes hello, okay, Watts. Yeah, it's Benny. She thinks she might be in labour. Well this is our first so... yes she's describing period cramp-like pain that comes then goes away again and it's been like that for several hours now" he explained

"Six hours" I added

"Yeah, six hours now maybe more. Uhh just a sec- does it completely stop when it dies down?"

"It did now not so much"

"Yes but now not so much, okay... no, no, no she had about six bits of toast. Uhhh remarkably calm actually. Okay yep no problem" he says before he hangs up

"So?"

"Uhhh she says you need to get in the car. Like now"

"Ohh okay, I packed the bag"

"Everything on the list?"

"Everything and some additional items"

"Okay, let's get going" he smiled giving me a soft kiss before taking the bag and helping me up to the car and stairs They were hard by the time I reached the car the pain was becoming almost unbearable but Benny did his best holding my hand to drive us through the busy New York streets to the hospital and by this point, I was pretty panicked and in a lot of pain 

[deadlymaelstrom]

A Letter Dated Six Months Ago [COMPLETE]

If Rook is an Antivan Crow:

Idiot:

I hope you're reading this. If the trail really has led you to Tevinter, it'll be harder to get messages through. The Antaam in Antiva are prickly about anything to do with our neighboring kingdom.

Back home, things have cooled, but they are not forgotten. Killing all those Antaam may have felt righteous in the moment, but the Talons are still complaining that your actions ruined weeks of setting up a larger, more effective strike.

I am one of those Talons still complaining. Consider this trip with Varric a contract. Crows don't fail contracts, especially Crows from House de Riva who may need to improve their judgment. But there is more at stake than honor. Whatever this Solas is up to needs to be stopped. I've seen enough of his handiwork to know that.

Don't get careless out there. Don't fail, and don't get yourself killed, or I will come after you in the Fade myself.

Viago

If Rook is a Grey Warden:

Warden [surname],

If our calculations are correct―and none of us have gone astray―this letter should be at the inn where you and Varric are to meet Scout Harding. As with Varric, we worked with her before. She's a good scout and a good shot. We think you'll like her. Please tell her we say hello!

Anyway, to the point! It's probably best you've gone to work with Varric a while. Our superiors in the Wardens can't deny that the village is safe and the darkspawn stopped. But they are still not especially pleased with you. Or your methods. Or the people who helped with your plan. Evka and I have been given a somewhat remote assignment that no one else wanted. But we are no strangers to that! We've enclosed a list of addresses where you are most likely to reach us for the next few months. Should you need.

Finally, do not feel you are in exile. We know something of what Varric is after. When the world needs protection from malevolent forces―that's what Grey Wardens do! You're in the right place.

Be vigilant and stay safe.

Your Friends, Antoine and Evka

If Rook is a Mourn Watcher:

Watcher [surname]:

Thank you for the latest dispatch concerning your venture with Master Varric Tethras. Given that you've spent much of your life in the Grand Necropolis, traveling further north must be a stimulating prospect. And you will be relieved, no doubt, to hear that the crypts have been silent since your departure. Some of the other Watchers continue to censure your methods during the War of the Banners, but I will work to ensure that they reconsider while you are away.

Master Tethras's claims that this "Solas" is an elven god bear witnessing. Even if Solas is merely a renegade mage using spirits for dire purposes, that alone is call for a Watcher to oppose him.

Vorgoth and I wish you fine luck on your journey. Remember: even outside Nevarra, the dead are ever ready with their supernal aid.

Watcher Myrna, Keeper of the Seals

If Rook is a Shadow Dragon:

[surname]:

Good to hear from you. I hope the North is treating you well, even if your quarry remains elusive.

Things here in Minrathous go about as well as expected. Venatori presence continues to grow, the result of an obscene amount of gold being funneled into the cult by sympathetic magisters. Some of the Shadow Dragons have had run-ins with some of them, particularly the ones seeking revenge for your shutting down of their slaver ring in Nessus.

But don't trouble yourself. This is nothing we can't handle. For now, focus on your work with Varric. A strong alliance with someone with ties to the Inquisition and Kirkwall can only benefit the Shadows and the people we serve.

Bring the light, and good luck, Viper

If Rook is a Veil Jumper:

[surname],

Strife has finally given up sending teams out to rediscover the route that was lost. Without the magic in the map, the paths will not open, and the map is gone. I know it was difficult for him to make the final decision. You could see the angry vein in his forehead for days after.

Now maybe he can start to move past it. Most of the others have already. But, of course, as the leader of that mission, he views your defiance, and the outcome that resulted, as something of a personal failure. We will give him time. You being away is a blessing, and we all hope that your work with Varric Tethras is going well.

You will be glad to hear that some of the younger Veil Jumpers are quite excited about you being on the trail of the Dread Wolf himself. You must regale them upon your return.

Irelin

[unstablerk800]

Pets to play with

Word count: 3,158

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: kidnapping, abuse, rape/non-con, orgasm control, denial, non-con drug use, edging

Summary: Nines is evil. That's it. That's the plot. You've been warned.

So when I posted about being ill and writing this, I mentioned I'd tag people who commented on it, and I always keep my word. 💙 I'll also tag those who gave a like to that post, because I'm not sure if they wanted to be tagged or they just... liked... that I'm writing? I couldn't tag two blogs because tumblr didn't find them. What a mystery. Anyway, story under the cut. (Ao3 version is here.)

@go-flow-bro

@a-patchofmoss

@pomeranianmasovian

@heretoboogie

Nines enjoyed having toys waiting for him after the long hours of work.

It wasn't like she could complain, or his little brother. After all, they were very well kept, at least in his opinion.

After the state powered up the new RK900 model, all 200,000 of them, they ran all over the country in a collected attack. Humans and androids had absolutely no chance against them.

The first that had been activated and met his predecessor though, had thought that he would enjoy some company in his lavish, vast home. And he did. Rescued little brother Connor from CyberLife, and even got him company in the form of a girl RK800 seemed to like.

A budding romance at the station between the deviant and the human. How quickly it escalated into something else.

They resisted first, of course. Talking about freedom and how keeping them there was a horrible act. They tried to persuade him, talk sense into him, to no avail. There were also threats and insults - all of those comments were emotionlessly but cruelly, punished. Nines could care less about their opinion; he'd found stimulating them at his leisure at the end of the day to be... relaxing.

She had been molded to perfection over the past few weeks. Denial - coupled with aphrodisiacs - could do wonders to a girl's spirits. He had a medical android safely remove the hood from her little bud to expose it even more to his fingers and tongue. Of course, she wasn't allowed to touch it without permission. She wasn't allowed to cum without permission. Every meal was full of drugs that kept her extremely horny, but her cunt was stuffed with a dildo and secured with a chastity belt only Nines could remove. Very clever device. That was one of his favourites. The other was the dildo itself that kept buzzing to bring her to the edge during the day but stopped as soon as it sensed she would cum. The chastity belt was made of metal, which constantly applied pressure to her exposed clit, but never enough pressure to throw her over the edge. During the night, her cunt was allowed to rest - after Nines used it as he saw fit -, but her ass got stuffed with a large sized butt plug instead.

This went on for days and days without an end until she broke down. One evening when Nines arrived home, she threw herself in front of him and begged, sobbing, to let her cum. He had successfully destroyed the last of her dignity and then he fucked her for hours, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of her body before he let her rest - but the sequence still continued. Nines showed no mercy. He put the toy inside her and locked the belt before he left for work. Sometimes, she could keep herself from begging, but he always knew when she would reach her limit, and he was always looking forward to that.

Connor didn't have the luxury of ever having a release. Being her only companion during the day, she stayed with him for long, long hours, talking to him, touching him, comforting him. He was permanently locked to a metal framed bed with handcuffs. They've tried to open them, but of course, Nines was clever. The handcuffs, just as the chastity belt, only responded to his touch. There was no escape, only endless torture.

They've been cut off from the world, their only means of entertainment were each other. In the beginning, she'd hug him and cry, he'd comfort her, wishing he could hold her gently to his chest. He didn't even mind anymore that he was bare naked. He didn't feel embarrassed about the cock ring locked tight around the base of his cock and balls. He noticed her state of arousal every time she visited him, knowing how frustrated she was, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Or so he thought.

"Pet", Nines sighed when she slightly jerked her legs closer to each other one morning when he was gently slipping the toy inside of her. She knew better than to openly resist, but she really wanted some extra friction. "You know better than this."

"I'm sorry Master", she said quickly, tears gathering in her eyes. "But please could you... could you..."

"Could I what?"

His icy eyes locked with hers and she was at a loss. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Please fuck me", face flushed, she gripped the sheets under herself.

Nines analyzed her, his LED whirring in amber for a few seconds before he laughed at her. He was mocking, teasing, humiliating her at every step.

"So desperate for my cock, are you?"

She whimpered as her fingers tentatively gripped his coat's white edges at his middle. Nines was superior in every aspect, it was no surprise they've been equipped with an incredible size. A seven inch monster. Two inches thick. When he first wanted to fuck her, it couldn't fit, so he impatiently shoved it inside of her with brutal force, and she came immediately before she passed out. He didn't really care, he said she'd get used to it, and he was right. She really did. She could take him without any problems now, and he still could enjoy her tightness around him.

"Yes Master", she whispered.

Nines's hand slapped down on her cunt. His hand was hard and cold, and she yelped but didn't move. He really trained her well. She kept her position even when she was punished.

"Ask me in a full sentence, pet", he ordered coolly, his LED blinking in blue.

Her face twisted in distaste, but just for a second before she braced herself for the inevitable.

"Please Master fuck me before you leave, I'm so needy, I need your hard cock inside of me, I need it now, please-"

Nines gripped her jaw and kept her head still. He actually smiled. It was insane how handsome he was, even if his icy blue eyes were calculating and piercing. He gently kissed her lips. Slow, sensual. Cruel.

"After you've sucked Connor's cock for an hour today, pet", he decided, moving his hands now to lock her in her chastity belt, "I'll show you a good time."

She sobbed softly as Nines got up from the bed and walked out, locking the one and only entrance of his home, leaving her with the toy buzzing buried in her wet warmth.

The breakfast waited for her on the kitchen counter as always. She ate it without feeling the taste; it had been so long since she could enjoy anything unrelated to sex. She knew her every move had been followed through the countless cameras by Nines; lying would be useless, he would know whether she did what he told her to do or not.

She visited Connor in the empty room. His sensory deprivation was even worse than hers. During the weekends, Nines was at home, and he didn't let her visit Connor. His room was completely empty, save for the bed. White walls, white floor, white ceiling, just the cameras in every corner above. He flinched when the door opened, relaxing only when he saw it was her.

"Good morning", he greeted her gently.

His mere voice could do wonders to her mood. Nines sounded cold and monotone, more machine-like, even if his voice resembled Connor's. Whenever he spoke, her stress levels were rising because no good could come out of anything he said. Like that morning, for instance. Even though Connor's tone calmed her nerves a bit, she quickly spiraled back to what Nines said, and she was biting her lower lip as she made a beeline to his bed to climb on it.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, quietly. There had been so many things Nines could do to her, and he had no idea what he had come up with now. Connor was truly concerned. "Love, what did he do to you?"

Perhaps that was the worst. That they've been in this together, like this, slaves to a powerful machine, and Connor still showed affection in every way he could. Mostly with words, since he couldn't move. He wanted to do everything in his power to make her feel at least a little better. Nines could've taken his memories of the past to render him even more helpless, but he did not. And he remembered every second when he had made her smile or laugh with a comment or wink. He remembered all the times she blushed when he approached her at the station; he was oblivious to why it happened for a long time until he deviated.

And then, it was too late.

Perhaps if the RK900 wasn't activated after he'd succeeded with his mission, it all would've ended differently. He wasted countless hours wondering about different scenarios and what ifs; from letting Markus win or become a deviant himself. The latter happened either way. He knew it did. When they were captured and taken here and Nines touched her the first time, and she screamed for help, Connor's software couldn't handle it.

And Nines knew that. He took great joys in opening his door when he arrived home before he went back to her to dish out both pain and pleasure. Despite the fact that she was always on her best behavior, Nines enjoyed leaving welts on her body. Just as a reminder, just to make her more obedient.

Now, Connor had scanned her, but came up with nothing except the heightened arousal and abnormal stress levels. Both became the norm lately.

"Nothing", she said, sniffling, as she climbed up on the bed beside him. She stroked his cheek, and his eyes slid closed as he enjoyed her warmth and company. It had been so long again. Every night was a struggle. Every weekend was horror. He missed her terribly. "He did nothing."

"Then what did he say?" Connor murmured with furrowed brows but with still closed eyes, knowing something was up.

She leaned down to kiss him, and he reciprocated. It didn't feel like he was mimicking the kiss anymore; it was genuine and gentle, careful and loving, human like. Nines kissed her coldly, without emotion. Connor kissed her like there was no tomorrow, as if she was the sunrise on his horizon. The only thing worth existing for.

They were in no hurry now. Nobody would distract them, and they'd be able to muster some courage and power from the love they've felt for each other. Despite everything that happened in the past few weeks, he knew she still loved him. Connor often wondered why, but he never questioned it.

Kissing him always brought her comfort. She often wondered why Nines allowed her to feel thus, but she often came to the conclusion he wanted Connor and her to suffer. There couldn't be any other explanation. He basked in their helplessness, their uselessness, their inability to escape.

Her thumbs ever so gently rubbed his cheeks and Connor shifted up with her when she started to pull away, but the handcuffs held him down. She changed her mind and leaned down again, pecking his lips over and over, letting him rub his tongue against hers. He had detected the aphrodisiacs lingering on her tongue, but he said nothing of it, as they both knew by now that Nines manipulated the situation as he saw fit. He wanted her desperate, and through her, he wanted Connor to be desperate, too.

"I love you", she whispered softly in his mouth, and Connor rubbed his bare feet against the covers under him.

"I love you, too", he whispered back. "Now tell me... what does he want?"

She pulled away, sitting on her ankles carefully. Connor swallowed at the sight of her bare body. If the thought even crossed his mind that she'd be naked with him, he definitely did not think it'd happen the way it did.

His thoughts of her were so innocent back at the station. He had imagined her lips against his own whenever she looked shyly back up at him as he approached her. He toyed with the idea of gently touching her small hips, bringing her closer to his firm body when he finally built up the courage to kiss her. He would've been so gentle with her... he would've made sure she was alright, that she suffered no harm, he would've paid attention to the signs she was giving him and he would've stopped if he ever noticed that she felt uncomfortable.

They never had that. Nines captured them and made her his right here in this room he was imprisoned in. He'd never forgive himself for how that happened. She still had plenty of spirits left; she resisted, she fought back, she kicked and punched and bit and screamed - which, of course, made Nines angry. He had slapped her, bruised her body until she learned to stay down, under him where she belonged, made her cry and sore. And there was nothing he could do. He just had to watch and listen.

"It doesn't matter if it's bad for me", he tried to reassure her quietly. "I want it all to be easier for you. You can do whatever you need to do."

She was exhausted. He saw it in the circles under her eyes, he saw it in the way she looked back at him. She had no spark left. She was slipping into apathy and would've ended her misery herself if Nines gave her the smallest opportunity. Connor knew all that. He could taste it on her lips. In her kisses. In the way she looked back at him.

She moved her hand tentatively on his left inner thigh. She nibbled on her lower lip, on the verge of tears. Connor reassured her again, as soft and gentle as he could, and she leaned a little forward.

"Could you set a timer?" She asked, utterly defeated, "for an hour?"

Connor did not ask anything. He just nodded. And when he did, she leaned down, wrapping her pretty lips around his half hard cock. His body worked as any other body, it reacted to teasing, it reacted to her closeness, but he wouldn't finish. Reaching an orgasm was just as impossible as escaping this Hell he'd been thrown into with her, and Connor whimpered with need as he let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

"No, no, don't stop", he whispered when he felt her freeze. He didn't dare to look at her, he kept his eyes closed. His LED was blinking in gold. "Do what you need to do. I'll be fine. I promise."

She silently complied, working on his length until it was fully erect, pressing little kisses on the top of it before she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked, drawing desperate noises from the imprisoned android. It was unbelievable how close she could push him, and only a few minutes went down from the one hour.

She needed to pause several times; her lips got tired, her jaw had to relax, but whenever she hesitated, he urged her to continue. If this was the only way he could make her feel better, then so be it. He carefully adjusted the counter every time she stopped, making sure that Nines would get exactly what he wanted, ignoring all the error messages flashing in his vision from being edged over and over again. His thirium pump worked twice as hard as usual, his synthetic heart rate was dangerously high, and he honestly had his doubts he had been built for these sort of games for the long term.

He just wanted to finish… he just wanted, just once, so bad…

"It's ov-over-"

He panted when the counter hit zero, and he felt tears prickling his eyes. His LED had been crimson for the past fifteen minutes at least. He didn't even realise how tense his body was until she finally pulled away and up. Connor relaxed his legs and curled up toes, his cock twitching with the ring around it with a desperate attempt to cum. But it would never come.

"I'm so sorry", she whispered, and he just realised now she was crying. He looked up at her as he was trying to get his body to return to it's normal state. Her lips were swollen and red from working so hard, and so were her eyes as she had been crying for quite a while by now. "I didn't- I didn't want to make you feel so bad…"

"It wasn't bad", he shook his head a little. He shouldn't say this out loud because he knew Nines would use it to his advantage, but at the same time, he wanted her to know that she didn't do anything wrong. "I mean, you're doing this… flawlessly. Really. You're so amazing." He smiled up at her to make her feel a bit better. "You're never doing anything wrong. I'm glad you're here with me. Come on, let's rest."

She half smiled at him, then grabbed the blanket on his side and pulled it closer to both of them. She covered them both with it, then she snuggled to his chest to listen to the noises and whirring sounds his body was making as it worked. It didn't take her long to fall asleep, as the toy buried in her stopped vibrating altogether.

Most of the day passed by with her resting on his chest. When she woke up, they've spent the time in silence. There was nothing left to say anyway. Plans of escaping were out the window long ago, and other than doing whatever Nines told them to do, they just wanted each other's quiet company.

She almost fell back asleep when the door opened. Startled, her hand gripped the blanket on Connor's chest when she saw Nines. She knew what she begged for that morning, and she remembered what he'd promised if she did what he ordered her to.

But right now, she just wanted to stay there with Connor and never get up again.

"You're not even greeting me?" Nines's voice was cold as he approached the bed, and her pulse elevated already. "I think some punishment is in order, pet."

"I'm sorry, Master", she hurried to get up now, but it was too late.

Nines reached under the blanket, grabbed her ankle and pulled her to himself. She was crying already.

"Don't hurt her", Connor snapped, and Nines regarded him with a pitiful look.

"I'll be back to gag you", Nines arched a brow, "after I'm done with her."

Without furter ado, he started to walk out - with her ankle still in his hand, pulling her off the bed and through the room as she was sobbing for help before he shut the door.

[feymyth]

Memory Walking

Aira lay with her eyes closed for a long moment after the memory faded. It was – intense. The residual emotions still washing through her. It was no simple walk through the woods. Her thoughts wandered, and she let out a sigh rolling over to her side, “thank you for sharing with me.” The man’s ears flicked, and he glanced over at her, he too lay quietly on his back. Not wanting to let go of Myth, the moment in the woods together. He could still feel -- “You don’t have to thank me, I’m not – a child with toys.” He replied, feeling the sting of reality hit, it toned his voice to be sharper than he wished. “I always will. That is my way. And you are not a child but your memories and love for Myth are precious. To share it with a near stranger takes courage and trust.” Aira replied softly. “You are not a stranger, especially after – all this.” Fey admitted, ears wilting, and he finally opened his eyes, turning his head to the Viera. Aira smiled warmly, humming, reaching out and pressing a gentle hand to his chest, palm flat against his shirt. “He is safe in your heart and always will be. Nothing can disrupt that.” Fey took a small breath as she touched him, he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to anyone touching him that wasn’t Myth. “I – know. However, the guilt that comes when I realize I am not thinking about him or when the ache is lessened—does that not mean I am taking a step away from him?” His gaze settled back on Aira. Airazena gave a knowing look, recognizing the quiet pain, “it does not. It means you are processing his absence. I experienced it when I initially lost Ilphaeus. The pain never fully left me.” She paused thinking about how Ilph was gone once more but this time there was hope. Her hand fell away from Fey but she offered a reassuring smile, “we aren’t meant to be in constant pain. It wears on the body and mind.” “The pain is my own burden and besides you split your love between two.” Feysin pointed out, he had sensed this from her when they memory walked. He wasn’t sure she was even aware but during those times her emotions flowed freely as did his. Aira’s gaze dropped, and she nodded, “it is complicated, but I know I love them both.”

Fey had never loved anyone other than Myth and he was sure he would not love another. But while he couldn’t relate he tried to understand and give comfort, “then do not trouble yourself with doubt.” Aira let out an amused huff, giving him a pleased smirk, “I shall try.” Fey nearly smiled then something else became apparent and he felt a blush, “I – should go.” Aira gave him a curious look, reaching out to gently sense his emotions, she smiled and giggled, understanding. That memory must have stimulated him in ways he didn’t expect, “it is perfectly normal for those feelings to happen especially with my abilities mixing in and amplifying them.” Fey pushed up into a sitting position looking guilty, “I haven’t really given into the urges--- not since he died.” Aira brows knit, and she pushed up as well, “I can put you in a waking dream-like state and you can – sate it if you wish.” Fey gave her a confused look, “a what?” Aira let out a sigh, sitting back to explain, “you can visit a memory, I can facilitate the emotions. So, you can experience it once more while you --.” She trailed off to let him figure out the rest. Fey’s ears flicked and as he pieced together what she was saying, and once it did, he recoiled, “You’re not Myth and I rarely have – been able to do that with a woman.” Aira rolled her eyes lightly, “I would only be supplying the aether needed to invoke the memory.” “Why are we even discussing this?” Fey snapped, his ears pinning back, “it would be a betrayal. I won’t.” Aira held up a hand, her ears flopping, the rush of anger from him snapping at her senses. She winced, “I understand, it was a suggestion only. Comfort, intimacy, they come in many forms.” Fey gave her a cold look, “that might be how you think of it, sleeping with whoever comes into your tent, doing – whatever else, but I will not engage in such debauchery.” Aira’s ears pinned, “Then pray have a good night, Feysin.” She got to her feet, adding with a sharpness to her voice, “don’t insult me again.” Fey’s jaw ticked, as her voice lashed against him, “apologies, I-shall take my leave.”

Some weeks later Fey panted heavily, blinking his eyes as he sat up, glancing down at Aira. He wasn’t sure what happened or how the memory switched halfway through, in fact lately several of them had started out one way then slipped into another.

Aira blinked slowly, giving him a smile. “Are you alright?”

Fey ears were working back and forth as his mind raced for an explanation, “why does that keep happening? Are you – influencing me?”

Aira frowned at the accusation, her ears pinning, “you are the one that is in charge of the memory Fey. I only supply the aether and guide through them.”

  Fey huffed, “then why in the seven hells do I keep doing that?”

  Aira quirked an eyebrow, “you know why.”

  He did know why, and it irked him to no end. Stupid urges, “how do I make it stop – without doing what you mentioned weeks ago.”

Aira knew he was stubborn, she had met other stubborn people, but sometimes even he surprised her, “you know how.”

“It’s not long lasting and especially when we walk through these memories.” He admitted, blushing slightly at the confession.

Aira sighed, she didn’t know how to help him in the way he wanted, but she was going to say her opinion regardless, “You crave what you had with Myth. The intimacy, the security, everything you felt when you both were together. I can only mimic the time you had with Myth.”

  Fey didn’t like what she was saying, even if it was true, he did want that, all of it back, but he wasn’t going to give into his carnal urges. He could control them, and he would.

“Only with Myth.” He stated, his jaw setting.

  Aira nodded, “I recall in one memory where Myth asked you to live even if he was not here. Are you keeping that promise? Or are you just existing?”

Fey sucked in a breath, he had made a promise to live for them both and he certainly was existing instead of living, “I—am not.”

“Exactly, now come here, let someone touch you. I would like to think out of all the people you know I would understand the most and wish nothing in return.” Aira stated, moving around and wiggling her hand at him.

Fey glanced at her, unsure, battling himself. Breaking one personal oath to honor Myth’s. “I – don’t want you to develop feelings or attachment to me. I’m not yours and will not be yours.”

Aira let out a huff, her arms falling to her sides, it all made sense now, “oh for fucks sake, Fey, is that what this has all been about? I know full well how you feel. Although I am already fond of you and attached but not in the way you are worried about.”

  Fey groaned, slightly shaking his head, “feelings develop is all I am saying.”

“Indeed and if I grow to love you as I have others then I expect nothing in return. You have no obligation to return anything you do not wish to give. We are adults, perfectly capable of making our own decisions.” She gave a smile wiggling her hands, beckoning him.

Fey took a few deep breaths, gave himself a pep talk then moved to join Aira. Laying flat, shoulder against her, careful to keep his hands flat against his chest. His ears flicked as her hair tickled them and he glanced up at her.

Aira was on her side letting Fey lay where he liked, her fingers gently stroking between his ears. Watching to make sure he was comfortable.

“Relax, deep breaths.” She cooed softly.

Fey did his best to relax but it seemed impossible. All he could think about was Myth. This was a betrayal and it stabbed him in the heart.

Aira touched against his energies just enough to soothe his fears, her hand dropping; gently rubbing his chest.

“You’ve carried his death and all your burdens for nearly eight moons. It’s too much for any single person to bear. The pain, guilt—loneliness. I’ve learned over the last few years that it's okay to ask for help to seek comfort in a friend.”

Fey pressed his eyes closed, face scrunching, the sensation of her hand on his chest igniting everything he worked so hard to repress. His hands gripped into his shirt, “it’s mine to carry, he was my – everything.”

“So you’ll martyr your soul and life in his name? Fey, no matter how much you suffer it will not change nor bring him back. Allow me to give you a moment’s solace, a respite from the snowstorm you so eagerly hide in.” Aira coaxed gently, her hand moving to run firm fingers along his ear, cupping the outer shell as she went.

Fey barely resisted her touch, it was soothing, and gentle. He wanted to trust her and gain relief from the hole in his chest—what would that be like? He couldn’t remember what life felt like before.

Aira sensed the battle waging inside him, so she remained idle. Hand rotating between rubbing his chest, stroking his hair, a few ear strokes. If this was as far as they went that was completely fine.

“Give me solace. Show me.” Fey finally said, barely audible, opening his eyes, glancing up at her.

Aira glanced down looking into his eyes, noting the uncertainty, she gave a warm smile in return, her own gaze calm, “No, you show me. I want to see Myth and you in every way you adore, whatever comes to mind. Drown in it and I shall ease the pain away as you grieve.”

Fey was surprised but nodded, “It will be – emotional.”

Aira hummed, “that is what I am best at.”

Fey gave her a flat expression sitting up to shrug out of his jacket and boots. This was going to take a while.

“Alright, I’m ready.” Fey said after he settled back down, this time laying on his side to face her.

Aira nodded, reaching for a free hand to lace hers into. Almost immediately the memories flooded.

[senor-plume]

Coffee by Richard Brautigan

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you; it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a strange way to put it, and not altogether pleasant, but as time goes by I have found out that it makes sense in its own limited way. I'll tell you what I mean. Yesterday morning I went over to see a girl. I like her. Whatever we had going for us is gone now. She does not care for me. I blew it and wish I hadn't. I rang the door bell and waited on the stairs. I could hear her moving around upstairs. The way she moved I could tell that she was getting up. I had awakened her. Then she came down the stairs. I could feel her approach in my stomach. Every step she took stirred my feelings and lead indirectly to her opening the door. She saw me and it did not please her. Once upon a time it pleased her very much, last week. I wonder where it went, pretending to be naive. "I feel strange now," she said. "I don't want to talk." "I want a cup of coffee," I said, because it was the last thing in the world that I wanted. I said it in such a way that it sounded as if I were reading her a telegram from somebody else, a person who really wanted a cup of coffee, who cared about nothing else. "All right," she said. I followed her up the stairs. It was ridiculous. She had just put some clothes on. They had not quite adjusted themselves to her body. I could tell you about her ass. We went into the kitchen. She took a jar of instant coffee off the shelf and put it on the table. She placed a cup next to it, and a spoon. I looked at them. She put a pan full of water on the stove and turned the gas on under it. All this time she did not say a word. Her clothes adjusted themselves to her body. I won't. She left the kitchen. Then she went down the stairs and outside to see if she had any mail. I didn't remember seeing any. She came back up the stairs and went into another room. She closed the door after her. I looked at the pan full of water on the stove. I knew that it would take a year before the water started to boil. It was now October and there was too much water in the pan. That was the problem. I threw half of the water into the sink. The water would boil faster now. It would take only six months. The house was quiet. I looked out the back porch. There were sacks of garbage there. I stared at the garbage and tried to figure out what she had been eating lately by studying the containers and peelings and stuff. I couldn't tell a thing. It was now March. The water started to boil. I was pleased by this. I looked at the table. There was the jar of instant coffee, the empty cup and the spoon all laid out like a funeral service. These are the things that you need to make a cup of coffee. When I left the house ten minutes later, the cup of coffee safely inside me like a grave, I said, "Thank you for the cup of coffee." "You're welcome," she said. Her voice came from behind a closed door. Her voice sounded like another telegram. It was really time for me to leave. I spent the rest of the day not making coffee. It was a comfort. And evening came, I had dinner in a restaurant and went to a bar. I had some drinks and talked to some people. We were bar people and said bar things. None of them remembered, and the bar closed. It was two o'clock in the morning. I had to go outside. It was foggy and cold in San Francisco. I wondered about the fog and felt very human and exposed. I decided to go visit another girl. We had not been friends for over a year. Once we were very close. I wondered what she was thinking about now. I went to her house. She didn't have a door bell. That was a small victory. One must keep track of all the small victories. I do, anyway. She answered the door. She was holding a robe in front of her. She didn't believe that she was seeing me. "What do you want?" she said, believing now that she was seeing me. I walked right into the house. She turned and closed the door in such a way that I could see her profile. She had not bothered to wrap the robe completely around herself. She was just holding the robe in front of herself. I could see an unbroken line of body running from her head to her feet. It looked kind of strange. Perhaps because it was so late at night. "What do you want?" she said. "I want a cup of coffee," I said. What a funny thing to say, to say again for a cup of coffee was not what I really wanted. She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. She was not pleased to see me. Let the AMA tell us that time heals. I looked at the unbroken line of her body. "Why don't you have a cup of coffee with me?" I said. "I feel like talking to you. We haven't talked for a long time." She looked at me and wheeled slightly on the profile. I stared at the unbroken line of her body. This was not good. "It's too late," she said. "I have to get up in the morning. If you want a cup of coffee, there's instant in the kitchen. I have to go to bed." The kitchen light was on. I looked down the hall into the kitchen. I didn't feel like going into the kitchen and having another cup of coffee by myself. I didn't feel like going to anybody else's house and asking them for a cup of coffee. I realized that the day had been committed to a very strange pilgrimage, and I had not planned it that way. At least the jar of instant coffee was not on the table, beside an empty white cup and a spoon. They say in the spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. Perhaps if he has enough time left over, his fancy can even make room for a cup of coffee. -from Revenge of the Lawn

[huenjin]

the devil’s tango.

summary — and when your demon boyfriend's best friends ruin your valentine's day plans with said demon boyfriend by lighting up a restaurant in flames, they make sure to apologise well. or, in which jisung, changbin and chan show you all the ways a devil can fuck a woman.

pairing — 3racha x reader

genre — smut | demons!au

ratings — 18+

word count — 14.4k words

warnings — mentions of flame, indications of objectification, mentions of themes of afterlife, heaven and hell | smut specifications under the cut

note — the way this was written only thanks to @chaangbin​ and her sprinto discord thing pwp and is totally inspired from this one nsfw asmr i chanced upon on reddit. happy reading and sinning, babes.

smut warnings —

i. groping, dirty talk, objectification, car sex, marking, slight temperature play, thigh riding, dirty talk, slight blood play (jisung gets a slight rush !!), grinding, fingering, sir kink, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, vaginal stimulation, ruined orgasm;

ii. changbin calls you baby girl (!!), choking, cunnilingus, dirty talk, dumbification (changbin talks a loooot dirty, heads up !!) nipple play, breast play, pain kink, spitting, marking, so so so much marking omfg, intercrural sex, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex (better safe than anything else irl okay?), squirting, overstimulation, reader slips into subspace, changbin's kinda hard on the reader; chan bring you back from subspace because he's protective like that !!!

iii. tattooed!chan — chan has this huge dark feathered wing tattoo in his back omf and the reader has a tattoo kink, of sorts— dick piercing!chan, tongue piercing!chan, so !! much !! making !! out !!, calls you princess throughout the story because you are one, nipple play, breast play, daddy kink, grinding, spanking, pain kink, degradation (but chan like gives reader heads up in such a nice way because chan best boy !!), teasing cause chan won't give it to you just like that !!!, so much begging, pussy slapping, clitoral stimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!), bulge kink, creampie, slight after care.

Chan thinks Valentine's Day is a marketing scheme by the very commercial, capitalistic world. 

Not that his devilish self cared when he could have all the luxuries in the world in his hand by the very thought of it. Chan doesn't care even more because you, his girlfriend, loved Valentine's Day more than anything in this world, second only to your love for him. If anything, you loved Valentine's Day this much because of him.

And that is exactly why he is driving down the neat lane to this newly opened restaurant, right across the town, that you have been hyping up for months now. His fingers wrap around the steering wheel, shoes pressed flat against the gas as his other hand lies gently on your exposed thigh, thanks to your little black skirt riding up to his delight.

"Thank you for doing this," you mumble, your right hand shifting to place itself on top of his hand and grip at it softly. "You know, even after you hate all the couples out there, ever to exist."

Chan laughs, a hearty one in fact. His thumb rubs against the palmar side of your hand — one of the many affectionate things your devil does for you, albeit all the times he reminds you he is second to Lucifer himself.

"I don't hate them all." Lie. Chan knows that's an obvious lie and so do you. You click your tongue and your boyfriend bites his lower lip in a sheepish action, momentarily glancing at you before bringing his attention back on the road. "I like us. We make such a power couple. If anything, we should be the only couple to exist. Valentine's Day should exist for only one couple and that should be us."

Raising your eyebrows before letting it fall, face softening up instantly as you gaze at your boyfriend's side profile, you coo, "Aw. I see finally that there are things the devil too doesn't get at his will."

"You were one amongst them," Chan sniggers, his hand slowly trailing upwards as they shift from underneath your hand's grip. "But look where we are now."

Your breath hitches as his fingers slightly trace parallel lines as they move upwards and your eyelids flutter a bit. The pads of his fingers are hot against the coldness of your skin and the temperature difference is great enough to raise goosebumps on them.

"Chan." It's a whisper. Almost as if a great amount of determination is required for you to make this decision to turn him down. "You are driving. Plus, let's not ruin the night already. You've booked us a nice table in this amazing restaurant on this beautiful night."

"But I could make it even better." Chan licks his lower lip as he presses on the brakes, the heavy traffic stopping him from proceeding further. His hand is now completely underneath your skirt, short enough to his pleasure, fingers edging so close to your panties that your head involuntarily shifts back and your lips part.

You have been dating him for months now and every single time he touches you, you feel like a starved woman craving for every drop of his affection, desiring every part of him. Chan has been more than willing to comply, however. Your body reacts to his touches and his kisses like you are on heat and every time your boyfriend points it out, you blame it on his extraterrestrial, hellish skills; that he had you in his control.

Little do you know that it is the other way round. That Chan chooses to stay in the mortal world for you, to be with you. That he knows he will have to part with you one day when you shift over to the other side and maybe you could have sinned enough to be with him in the other world too. However, Chan knows how much God loves playing his cards and for that, he'll seize every single moment he gets with you.

All because he loves you. He is in love with you. 

Chan realises this a few weeks back. Of course, he feels the weird thing humans call butterflies when you are so understanding of him being hell's very spawn. However, it is when you cook dinner for him as you wait for him to come, or how you ask him about his day and listen ardently that he realises: hell could never be worthy enough to have someone as beautiful as you. He shouldn't deserve you — fuck, the very act of him laying his filthy eyes on you should have sent your guardian angel into a frenzy but you chose him. You chose to be with him and for that, he'd mayhaps, thank that lousy old God up in the heavens. 

"Dinner first," you strictly say. You remove his hand from underneath your skirt, wrapping your hand around his as you hold it up to kiss his knuckles. "When we get back home, I promise. In fact, I'll be the one to jump at you as soon as we reach the doorsteps." Chan laughs, mumbling, "Ah, my baby girl, my princess," under his breath and turns to look at the signal that has changed to green. He presses on the gas, speeding to reach the place on time as per reservations. 

Having Chan's hand in yours roots you in confidence from your biggest fear deep down — that he would fade away from your life one day and worse, he'd take away the memories with him to rid you of the pain from his absence. His calloused hand grips onto yours and you hold it close to your chest, shutting your eyes for a minute because this is what Valentine's Day is all about for you. Bang Chan and everything your devil of a boyfriend is. He has shown you both heaven and hell and even though you did not believe in the afterlife, you do not mind going to hell, especially not if he is there with you. 

"Why is there smoke up in the air?" Chan asks himself in absolute confusion as he takes the right on the road to the restaurant. Upon finding a neat parking spot about a hundred meters away from the restaurant, he gets out of the car, rushing to your side to open the door for you like a true gentleman. 

"Why, thank you!" You giggle, hand slapping right across your lips at the unpleasant sound that leaves your mouth and Chan smiles so widely at you, almost as if he is looking at his whole world right before him. You get out of the car and Chan closes the door right behind you.

"You look so damn pretty today, baby," Chan hugs you by the waist temporarily and snuggles into your neck, only to leave a quick kiss against it. You push him slightly and Chan chuckles, raising his right hand, that is not held by you, to protest. "I'm not making a move. We did get dressed well so let's have a nice romantic dinner first and when we get back home—" His voice drops a note lower. "We'll have a hot night and let this Valentine's Day wrap up rightfully as it should."

"And what's the right way, Mr. Hotshot Devil?"

"With my dick wrapped around your sweet little pussy," he smiles, lips extending so wide across his face that your cheeks heat up. He leans closer, pressing his lips against the pinna of your ears as he whispers, "You'll be begging me over and over and I'll treat you like the good little girl you are for me."

Your breath hitches and a flustered broken gasp leaves your lips as your fingers dig into his forearm. Chan's harmonious laughter over having made you a flustered mess rings in your ear till it is cut off by loud screams and foggy vision thanks to dark grey smoke. 

"That's a lot of smoke," you comment worried as your boyfriend takes you by his hand and walks you down the road to the restaurant. He takes small strides to let you walk at ease. "I wonder if something is on— Fuck. The restaurant is in flames. It's on fire. Fuck."

Chan's eyes widen and he stares at the fire long enough to see two figures making their way towards you. Two very familiar faces too hard for him to ever forget, especially because Chan has spent more than a millennium with them. 

"Jisung? Changbin?"

"Do you know them, baby?" You whisper into his ears, hiding slightly behind him as you cower at the magnanimous presence of the two individuals before you. 

"Sometimes I wish I didn't," he rolls his eyes and folds his arms as he looks at the two younger demons in a gaze filled with doubt and suspicion. 

"You lie!" The taller of the two says. "We had ramen together and you know ramen is exactly the way for people to bond."

"That's Jisung," Chan introduces as he slightly brings you forward. Your fingers play with the end of your short skirt, trying to bring it further down as the two men — demons, you presumed — looked at you and almost seemed to be studying you. "And the one by his side is Changbin."

"We've been friends for a while," Jisung informs and judges at Changbin who still continues to stare at you in displeasure. Did one of Chan's friends already not like you? You guess it is normal but deep down you know it hurts. You have always had the innate tendency to make sure that everyone liked you and the very thought of Chan's friends disliking you puts you to this sorrow as much as you hate to agree to it. 

"Stop scaring my girlfriend, Bin," Chan glares back at the shorter of the two before drifting his attention to Jisung and enquiring, "How did this even happen?"

"That's on me. I crashed my car into the restaurant," Jisung rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Your eyes widen and you look further beyond the two men to see a beautiful red Maserati driven into the restaurant, caught in flames just as the whole building is. 

"The people!" You scream, rushing forward. Chan holds your wrist in worry, holding you back, and you look at your boyfriend with eyebrows furrowed in concern. "They are my people."

Changbin scoffs, mumbling under his breath, "Stupid humans and their weird sense of morality at all the wrong times." Your heart drops at his words and Chan lets go of your hand, only to take a step forward in Changbin's direction, eyes narrowing at the demon. 

Jisung laughs hesitantly, slipping right between the two males and pushing them away. He looks at you and rushes forward to lean close to you. You are taken aback by the sudden invasion of your personal space but something in his eyes holds you fixed, enamored by his whole being. 

"There are no casualties, sweetheart. Don't worry!" 

Jisung leans back soon after, standing firm on his toes, and turns to look at your boyfriend. Smiling as wide as you've seen any devil smile, he prompts, "Since all our Valentine's Day plans got ruined, what if we spent it together?" He glances at you and you look away, eyes catching Changbin's who still looks at you in suspicion. 

"I—" 

"Jisung," Chan warns.

Jisung rushes to Changbin's side. Directing his attention towards you all while nudging the hell out of Changbin's side, he wiggles his eyebrows, "He may seem rude like this but trust me, he's the tsundere kind of lover."

"What the fuck," Changbin mumbles and turns his head away. "I'm not saying anything."

Your boyfriend is very flustered at the very happenings around him. Jisung suggesting a possibility of a wild night, the restaurant going into flames, and his girlfriend, albeit looking scared, positively looking at this whole proposal — maybe it has been too long since he has been away from hell for the mere chaos to fluster him.

Without a word said further to his friends, he pulls you away. You bite your lower lip, nibbling and pulling at the dead skin. Chan quickly takes your hand in his, eyes fixing on yours and staying in silence for a short while till he finally asks, "Are you okay?"

"Can I be honest?"

"Yes, please."

"Are all your friends this hot and a solid mess?"

"Should I be offended?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips when he sees you joke nervously. 

"No, no." You hit his arms, jokingly. You draw circles onto his arm and bring the topic forward finally. "I know I might have looked like I was taken aback — I was — but remember how we had this talk once about bringing people into our sex lives," you gulp, "I think this is a great moment to see if we'd like it in our relationship."

"Are you sure?" Chan's hand frames your face and you lean into it. 

"One hundred percent."

"These are demons, baby," he hesitates. 

"And you're a demon too. Stop stating the obvious, Chan. Plus, I have you."

"Are the two of you done?" Jisung asks loudly. You hold Chan's wrist and drag him towards his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the sudden beam of confidence that radiates from you. 

"We are. I'm Y/N," you finally introduce yourself. "Sorry for being awkward in the beginning—"

"Oh, don't be," Changbin mumbles, gaze still wary of you. "Jisung tends to have that effect on people."

"Hey!"

"Anyhow," Changbin finally smiles tonight. "Thanks to someone," He glares at Jisung, "We lost both our dinner and our car. So do you mind if we travel with you?"

"Oh, no," you clasp your hands together. "We'll give you a ride back to our place. Chan could cook us something," you smile at your boyfriend and he merely shrugs.

"And we can let the night roll into whatever it is, right?" Jisung's gaze is different, almost like he's insinuating a thousand different sex positions in one look. 

"Yes," you say after a long pause and an audible gulp. "We can let the night roll into whatever setting it turns to."

"Lead the way, princess," Jisung's arms move in abduction and you smile, skin wrinkling by your eyes at his chirpy self. You walk forward to the car and Chan slows down his strides to walk with the boys. 

His arms wrap around the shoulders of both the demons and he pulls them closer to sharply whisper. "You fucking hurt her and I'll have both your arses burning in the hottest flames in hell. I swear to Lucifer."

"What if she likes it?" Changbin raises an eyebrow, almost provoking Chan and your boyfriend glares back at him equally, gritting his teeth and almost growling. 

With clenched teeth, he restates, "Keep it tame," and lets go of them.

Chan should know better. Nothing is tame for the men in hell.

Changbin calls shotgun, putting you next to Jisung in the back seat while Chan drives the car.

"This is consensual, right?" Jisung asks again. There is concern lacing his face and Changbin sighs, mumbling, "She has said she wants us more than ten times, Sungie."

"Chan, you're alright with me fucking your girlfriend in the back while you drive?"

Chan's breath hitches, coughs entailing and you smile at how lost he looks for a minute as he turns back in worry, slowing the car down. "In the back or in the back of the car?"

"You never know. Maybe she might like it."

"Don't you dare!"

"Fine," he begrudgingly agrees. 

"As long as she's okay with it. Do not make her uncomfortable at all, guys," Chan sighs and turns back, pressing on the gas and almost taking all his thoughts out on it. You blush, cheeks staining a shade lighter and heat rising up as soon as you feel Jisung edge closer to you. In the front seats, Changbin talks to Chan, catching up on every single thing they have missed out in these years.

In the back seat, however, Jisung has different plans. A whole different plan to break you down into putty in his hands. 

"So, it seems like you are the girl that Chan wouldn't stop talking about and fawning over," Jisung's voice is huskier in the low tone he chooses to speak in to keep the conversation just between the two of you. "Nice to meet you, lovely. I'm Jisung. Now that I see you, I realise what all the fuss is about. You really are breathtaking."

You giggle, "You flatter me. Do all demons sweet talk this well?"

"Only the finest," Jisung winks. His hand wraps around your forearm and he slowly asks again, "It is alright for me to fuck you, right?"

The crudeness of the word in front of not just you but also two other demons leaves you flustered. Jisung pushes your hair strands that have gotten loose and fall to cover your eyes, behind your ears. 

"Yes, it is," you repeat for what you have counted in your head as the eleventh time. "It's totally alright, Jisung."

"Then, can I come closer?" You nod and Jisung edges forward, closer than he already is. "You know how us demons work, right?"

"Uh," you look down at your hands on your skirt. "You get wild every now and then." Jisung hums in approval, cupping your face with his left hand.

"Bingo, you're right!" Jisung grips your face a little stronger than a second before. "We, demons, love to go wild." He scoffs and continues, "Your boyfriend loves to play nice and pretend like he doesn't lose control and has only virtuous thoughts. All a big fucking facade to hide the fact that he just wants to bend you over and fuck you—" Jisung kisses your neck right underneath your face. "—Again and," he kisses your jugular. "Again and again." 

"I however am not. I like to do a lot of things to you."

Jisung bites sharply into your neck, sucking at the skin. The lewd noises resonate in the locked car and you know your boyfriend can hear each moan and each sound that comes from the back seat. The car moves only faster and Jisung's action matches the pace. He lets go of your neck only to crash his lips against yours, sucking in your lower lip as he kisses your hard. His arms snake around your frame and push you against him. 

You moan against his lips. It's volatile, you realise. Jisung's kisses are volatile. One minute they are harsh against your lips, strong enough to bruise them with cuts, and the very next minute, there is nothing softer than his lips or the goosebumps that trail your skin that he touched after untucking your shirt.

His skin is hot against yours, hot enough to raise goosebumps again on your skin. His lips are warmth personified and his grip makes you want to go unhinged 

He pulls back, lips parting and looking sinfully delectable. "It's in moments like these, princess, I realise how different our body temperatures are. How much warmer demons always are compared to humans. It must feel nice to have warm hands over you, doesn't it?" Jisung removes his hand from your bare skin and from underneath your white shirt. You gasp at the lack of contact, your skin feeling irritably cold all over again, and move closer into him.

"What a needy human," Jisung chuckles, and in the very blink of your eyes, he unbuttons your first two ones, exposing your black bra, laced to perfection, to him. "That's a pretty one. You really did go all out for Chan, did you not, princess?"

"I did. I wanted him to fuck me stupid and make me his tonight," you agree boldly and the car jolts to a stop suddenly. You are pushed forward into Jisung's warmth, your half-naked self pressed against Jisung's nice shirt. Changbin chuckles, looking at Chan and you turn to the side to see the traffic. You whisper again, "I still want him to fuck me stupid tonight."

"Oh, you are going to be all of ours tonight. We are going to make you such a slut for demon cock, princess. Make you greedy and desperate for it."

You are in the public. You are on the road, visible for any child or adult to look into your car only to see all the lustful deeds out in the open. You should have felt embarrassed, quivering in nothing but shame. However, all these triggers are for you to get wetter, panties sticking to your core and your grip to tighten on Jisung's arms. 

Jisung's hand moves back to unhook your bra. He lets it fall off your shoulders slightly before taking your left breast in his arms and bringing his face closer to it. He sucks on your left nipple, nipping on the areola around. His hand massages the right breast over the black lace bra and your head lolls forward. Your hand tightens around his shoulder and you desperately crave some friction in your nether regions. 

"Can I sit on your thigh, please?" You beg and Jisung's mouth leaves your nipple only to look up at you. 

"Only if you call me sir."

Jisung has an immaculate grip on your waist as he lifts you slightly, holding you mid-air and not letting you settle down on his thigh until you call him by what he desires to be called.

"Please let me sit on your thigh, sir."

"You're a good girl," and Jisung drops you down on his thigh. You blush at how Jisung calls you a good girl. You like being called names. Be it a good girl or a slut, the words coming out from them right during sex made you feel unique and special. Your skirt rides up and your wet panties are pressed flat against his nice formal pants. He kisses your lips again, this time biting into your lower lip and drawing a bit of the blood. The copper taste does nothing for the demon exactly, besides indulging him in a slight high he could almost get off on. You seethe against him and your hips grind down on his thigh almost unknowingly. Your lips part behind your panties, the two materials underneath and his flexed thigh providing you enough to ease the lust and thirst of wanting to feel more. 

"Does this feel good?" You moan in response and Jisung's eyes sparkle. "Ah, look at the expressions you are making." His hands grip tightly on your hips as he resolves to go back to your breasts and suck on them till the nipples harden for him and the areola swells up. His hands help your hips to move against his thigh quickly, soaking his navy blue pants darker. Your covered clit rubs over and over against his flexed thighs and the moans that leave your lips are loud and unhinged.

"Sir, ah, ah—" Your hands drop to hover your palm over his covered cock that rubs against your outer thigh. "I want more, sir. Fuck, fuck, I want more. Please, sir." And just as you begged, Jisung bites slightly into your breast just when he lets go of your hips and plunges two fingers into your wet lips, pushing the panties and skirt aside slightly. With your pussy filled with his fingers, Jisung continues to suck on your breasts and little kisses and hickeys all over them. 

Your moan is the loudest so far this night in that minute. His fingers are long and bony and they hit your walls and push against them exactly the way you like. Your pain and pleasure senses, both activated, seemed to be mixing signals leaving you with a slow, slow path to euphoria. "You like that, princess? Tell me."

"Your fingers feel so good, sir." You move against his thighs quickly, grinding on it rough as your pussy is stuffed with his fingers. "Sir, sir— Fuck, sir. There." Jisung curves his fingers, the joints by his finger rubbing against your spot, deep inside that has your thighs shivering and your whole body aching for more. He rubs against the spot till you gasp over and over again and he's laughing like the very devil he is.

"Oh my god, you're so wet for me, princess. You are dripping." Jisung quickly stills you on his thighs, his other hand digging into your hips. "I'm going to go a little—" He pulls out slightly before thrusting his fingers back in. 

"Sir, oh my god," your voice pitches higher and Jisung takes the positive signs well. He pushes his fingers back in after pulling them out. His forefinger moves away from the middle all while they are deep inside of you, stretching your walls apart and the sensation rules you up further as you move down, pulling him deeper and making you feel fuller than a second before. His fingers scissors inside of you, enhancing the sensations against your soft wet walls 

"You're so needy, princess. You like that, huh? Does it feel nice to have my fingers wide apart inside of you? Do you like it when I curl them up?" And Jisung curls them, eliciting a loud groan from you and your head dropping into his shoulder as you can feel yourself edge closer. 

He thrusts them faster. The lewd noises from your arousal gushing out and being pushed back in thanks to his fingers is intensified in the small space and your moans are like spice. Jisung sucks on your neck as his fingers hit your spot over and over again till the knot tightens so much that tears well up in your eyes and you pray he pushes you over the boundary. 

"You like my fingers thrusting fast, princess?" You nod and Jisung orders, "Words, princess."

"Yes, sir. I love it. I love it. I love— Ah! Ungh—" 

His thumb brushes finally against your clit and you bite into his shoulder. "Such a good princess. You deserve to cum, don't you? You were such a good girl." Jisung's thumb presses into your clit. His thrusts stills for a short second and your impatient self slides yourself up to fuck his fingers. The obscene sounds get louder with every second as you move closer to your orgasm. 

"I think I should introduce another finger. Princess got my two fingers sopping wet." Jisung's third finger now plunges into you, pushing you apart even further and your breath hitches. He thrusts at a great speed, "We'll be faster, a little bit faster. That will be alright, right?" You know you are close, just a little bit of clitoral stimulation and Jisung's three bony fingers thrusting up into you, hitting the spots—

The electric motor revs and the garage door opens. Chan slowly moves the car into the garage, darkness seeping into the car. Jisung thrusts sloppily, once and then twice before pulling them away from your core, leaving your walls to clench on nothing desperately. You cry, "No, no, no, no—" 

His voice is husky as he says, "Looks like we are here, princess. We are home." Slowly, without breaking contact with your eyes, Jisung sucks on his forefinger and then the middle finger and then the third slowly, tongue wrapping across it, dancing almost like a whole orchestra was playing in the background. 

Chan rushes to open your door. He sees your haphazard hair, unbuttoned shirt and exposed breasts and he groans. You are insatiable just as he has always known. Your eyes are lost and mind far away at dreams of achieving orgasm. Chan buttons up your shirt and helps you get out of the car. His hold on your frame is tight and he kisses the side of  your forehead.

"Chan's making pasta," Changbin announces and walls towards you, raising an eyebrow at your sight. 

"We already have a whole meal here." Jisung licks your arousal from his lower lips. Chan rolls his eyes, before calling out loudly, "Jisung!"

"Yes?"

"You're helping me with dinner."

"But why me? I want to fuck Y/N," he whines. "All I did was tease her in the back of the car." 

Chan leans into you and whispers, "Feel free to hit him when you want to. You'll have me to reason out and save you from anything." You laugh lightly, head slowly focusing on your boyfriend. He shifts his attention back to Jisung, "Because I said so and it's the least of hospitality you must show."

Jisung groans, before reluctantly agreeing, "I have a huge appetite, so heads up." You stare at Jisung, head with thoughts far in the past than in the present. 

Fuck appetite. Fuck Han Jisung. Figuratively, and if fortunate, quite literally. You have a ruined orgasm for the first time that night and all you have an appetite for is one — to be humble — mind-blowing orgasm to take you to the end of the world and back.

Your boyfriend is a gentleman.

In the years you have known Chan, you know for sure that heaven and hell is nothing but a lie. Ironically. The stigmatization of having to be only bad or only good is so skin deep in humans that the very thought of a devil being nice seems like an illusion. That is, if the whole concept of heaven and hell is not an illusion already.

Chan is nice. He is nice to you and that is all that matters to you. He treats you like a princess because you are his princess — the only person worth staying on earth for. 

So when he lets the guys go ahead and pulls you behind a wall right before the huge living room of his apartment is in view, you know he has something to say. That, or he has a kiss to steal.

"Are you okay?" 

Chan's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes softening in worry as his hands lift up to cup your face, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek. You break a smile, leaning forward to brush the tip of your nose against his and you place a delicate peck on the same spot. 

"More than ever. I told you, baby, right? That I'll tap out the minute this gets too much for me."

"I'm just so worried. You've never—"

"Are you guys making out?" You hear Jisung's voice resonate against the walls and you turn your head, stifling the laughter that bubbles inside of you. Jisung yells again, "Chan, pasta!"

"I'm coming," he yells back, dropping his hand from your face. "I'm coming. Oh, if only Lucifer burnt you alive!" 

"I'd have to be alive for that, ha!"

"Go," you chuckle, kissing his lips only to pull back in a short second. "I'll hang out with Changbin."

"He's. . ." Chan sighs. "Just remember to be comfortable, baby, okay?"

"I know. I trust them. Beyond everything, I trust you."

You hold Chan's hand in yours and pull him away from the shadows of the wall, bring him before his friends. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the two of you, before taking a step forward as Chan follows Jisung to the kitchen.

"That leaves us together alone for a while," Changbin suggests, arms folded over each other as he takes quicker steps towards you. He doesn't tower over you much but his entire persona that he broods is enough to make you whimper, lips to part unknowingly and eyes to widen in want. "I should probably introduce myself properly. I'm Changbin. I've known your boyfriend since forever. We became demons around the same time."

"Oh," you respond, mouth patching up with the excessive want.

"I'd like to get to know you, sweetheart?" Changbin is close enough for you to feel the warmth that exudes from his body. His arms drop for a small second before his right one lifts up. His thumb and forefinger grips on your chin to angle it up slightly for you to look at him properly. The name he calls you by makes you gasp under your breath, loving the endearment and he notices. Changbin notices how much the term has its effect on you in this minute.

"Do you like being called a sweetheart, princess? An angel, maybe? Do you like dressing up in pretty pink lingerie for Chan? Maybe you want to be a baby doll on top of me for the night?" Changbin lets go of your chin before taking a step back and walking towards Chan's sofa. He sits down on it, thighs spread apart as his arm rests on the side. His attention drifts back to you, lips quirking up in brief excitement. "Or despite dating one of the most sinful creatures ever to exist, you like being called a good girl?"

Your thighs clench together and you grip at the end of your skirt. Changbin laughs at the reaction he draws out from you. He taps on his thighs and beckons for you, "Why don't you come be a good girl on my lap, hm?"

You take shy steps towards him, before sitting on his thighs that he now has pressed together. Either of your legs dangle on the sides of his body and Changbin holds your hips as he pulls you closer. Your skirt crumpled up, exposing so much more to him and Changbin is in delight at how pretty you look on top of him.

"May I?" And you nod, mumbling a soft yes. His hand slowly trails above, starting from the point right above your knee joint. It's slow and sensuous for a soft second as his fingers slowly climb up your thigh before the tables turn over and Changbin's hand rips the panties from underneath your skirt and throws it to the side. Your eyes widen, cheeks heating up as you hold onto his shoulder at the sudden force. 

"We won't be needing that for the night now, do we?"

You bite your lip and Changbin's hand hovers over your sodden lips from the previous encounter with Jisung. He rubs his palm over it as he locks his gaze with yours and asks, "Respond, princess. I need to hear you respond."

"No, we won't need that."

"That's my good girl," Changbin praises you and presses the heel of his palm into your clitoral region and you moan explicitly and unhinged. He rubs it slightly and your burning core oozes more of your arousal out into his hand, burning for that long forgotten orgasm you had hoped for. Using his other hand, he rips open your blouse, the top button letting free from the dress at all the harsh happenings it has been through for the night. 

"Oh dear, look at that," Changbin clicks his tongue repeatedly before plunging his fingers into your core and pulling your bra down with his teeth at the same time, grazing slightly at your breast that it leaves you thrusting yourself on his fingers that drive hard into you. 

You whimper, "Changbin, fuck," and he lets out an amused sound. He thrusts his two fingers in and out of you as he lips wrap around your nipple, lapping at it. He lets go momentarily, hot breath fanning all over your mound and he asks,

"Do you like this or maybe is it some pain that you like?" 

And within a second, Changbin's teeth bite into the flesh by your mound. His unoccupied hand cups your mound, massaging it before flicking your nipple. Harshly. You gasp, head dropping forward as you lean into Changbin's chest, whimpering repeatedly.

"Baby girl likes that, doesn't she?" He flicks it again, pain shooting up your nerves and you slightly bite into his neck. He speaks into your skin. "She likes it a lot."

Changbin says he likes art. He talks about how he loves the purple colours that blend into the pink and then, the colours of your skin. He sucks on your bosom, littering the area around your areola with pretty, pretty marks all while his fingers are plunged deep inside of you, pads of the same rubbing your walls while his palm rubs the collected arousal into your core, pressing into your clit and stimulating it 

Your senses are alert and every breath, every moan that is present in the air is hyperbolised in your ears. You can feel Changbin's rough fingers slowly pull out while his mouth trails down to wrap his lips around your areola, tongue wrapping around your nipple and he laps at it like a starved animal.

"Chan's too nice to you, too gentle, too kind to you. Treats you like some porcelain doll. I don't blame him for that," Changbin taunts you. He pulls his fingers out from your dripping core and his mouth leaves your breasts. Your walls contract at the sudden absence of his fingers and you grind down onto his thighs, expecting — begging more.

Changbin flicks at your stimulated clitoris. It sends a rush of both pain and pleasure intermingled up your spine, hitting your brain cells, leaving you lost and in a trance. He continues the mockery, "I usually don't fuck with humans. In fact, I even condoned Chan for doing that. No offense to you, baby girl, but humans are delicate, too fragile, for my taste. No matter how sex crazed or ravenous you are, you are still no match for a demon by comparison."

Changbin kisses up your neck, marking you up as he draws out his mockery. You think it is weird that this time round Changbin doesn't intimidate or anger you. Rather every word he says sends a trail of arousal shooting downwards, making you wetter with every passing second — making you anticipate for so much more. It is embarrassing at how wet you are from every single teasing you have been put throygh for the night. 

"You may think Chan is different but he isn't, baby girl. He's just as demonic as we are, just as fucked up as every creature from hell is. He might hold back for you, but when you push his buttons well enough, you know he'll unleash it all. Even Jisung. The only difference between them and yours truly is that—" Changbin pauses. His lips quirk up and his hand unbuckles his belt, metal clinging as it comes undone. He unzips the pant and shoves it down as he lifts himself up with you with such ease that your fragile, weak and overstimulated self is in surprise. He pulls his dick out from his formal pants and it is hot, hard and everything you crave at this point. 

You think it's unfair for a man with this big an ego to have this thick a cock and you were this close to blaming God for being unfair when you realise this isn't his territory. And history has proven that Lucifer has always been kind to his followers. 

Changbin strokes his cock, thumb rubbing at the slit at the hot head. You salivate, almost ready to drip from the corner of your mouth when Changbin cuts your thoughts — filthy thoughts, too dirty to be spoken of; filthy, filthy thoughts on how heavy his cock would be on your mouth, on how wide his cock would stretch your mouth and how deep he'd go, perhaps all the way to your throat — and holds your thighs, pulling you closer into him to position you in such a way that his cock is straddled right between the flesh of both your thighs.

"The only difference between me and the other two, baby girl, is that," Changbin's voice drops an octave lower as he almost growls, "I don't make a habit of suppressing it at all. I can grab you by the throat just like this—"  The demon holds you by your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck hovering right across your jugular and carotid, pressing them slightly. It is scary how you are here trusting a demon fully aware that an inch deeper and you would be accompanying him in your journey to the other world. Or mayhaps it's your trust in your boyfriend. Changbin's fingers are wrapped deliciously around your neck and your pussy leaks juices, coating his dick that is pressed against it. "—and thrust my dick so deep into you and fuck you so hard that your body, mind and soul is broken beyond repair."

Your mouth opens wide, tongue resting against your lower lip and Changbin spits into your mouth, ordering you instantly, "Swallow," and when you do, he lets go of your neck for a second, caressing the roughened area and mumbling, "You're a good, good girl for me, aren't you, baby girl?"

You nod, voice hoarse as you beg like a kitten in her worst heat, "Please, please, please—"

"Please what, baby girl? Use your words like the good girl you are."

"Fuck me, Binnie. Fuck me, fuck me. Need your dick in me. I'll be a good girl." 

Changbin laughs loudly, almost as if he is mocking you. He is, because his fingers wrap around your neck once again as he thrusts his cock upwards. It slides against your wet lips, striking against your clit. "How could I fuck you when your thighs are this inviting? Look at how wet they are because of your arousal. You are leaking, baby. What a good whore."

"Binnie," you gasp, barely phrasing with his hold on your neck as he thrusts back upward. He holds your close as you equally grind on him. "Binnie, I want more. I want more."

"Be a good girl and I'll reward you, baby girl. Be a good girl and let me fuck your thighs." You nod and grind down. "How does it feel like, baby girl, to have my hard cock rubbing against you? Squeeze your legs tightly around me—" You wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his back. "Fuck, just like that." 

The squelching sounds are loud and prominent. The friction of his cock rubbing against your wet skin is amplified in the silence. Your hips move slightly trying to get as much as contact possible on your clit. Your head is empty, voices hindered and you can only think of how badly you want to get fucked, how badly you want Changbin to treat you more roughly. 

Changbin is vocal. Very, very vocal. He whimpers at every rub, moans loudly and grunts as you grind down on him. The filthy words that leave his mouth does not stop — "Your skin feels so warm and cool against my cock. Oh fuck, can you feel your clit throbbing against my dick, baby girl? You naughty little fucking thing."

His pace quickens as he thrusts further, grunting, "You are fucking delicious, baby girl. Chan's been keeping a whole asset away from us."

"Binnie, Binnie—" you moan, breasts rising and falling with every occasional jumping you do on his thighs to match the pace of his thrusts. "Choke me harder, please."

"What?"

"I want you to choke me harder."

"Fuck," and Changbin listens clearly. His fingers dig a little deeper and you are gasping, arousal dripping even more and staining his navy blue formal pants after coating his cock further. "Fucking grind on my cock. Baby girl, you are making me rethink my policy on humans."

"Ungh," you whimper when his cock stills and grinds onto your clit, focusing only on that. Changbin chuckles. His voice is laced with tease, "Easy there, baby girl. If my cock were to accidentally slip into your pussy, who knows what I might do." 

"Please, please—" You barely speak out when Changbin's grip on your neck loosens for a bit.

"Did I fuck the words out of you, baby? Did I fuck you stupid? I haven't even fucked you with my dick yet and look at you already. You would want that right, baby girl? For me to fuck you dumb, fuck you stupid. I'll have you ride my cock till all you know is how to be a good girl for me and how to take my big fat cock."

"Yes, yes, yes—" 

Changbin stops right when your whimpering increases, pitch shooting up higher and your chest rises and falls as he halts. However, in one swift motion, he pins you on the sofa, him on top of you and he stares at you. You are a disoriented mess, hair spilling onto your face and everywhere, clothes open partially but enough to spill everything and your legs — thighs specifically — are glistening in the lights.

"It sucks that you are Chan's girl, sweetheart? Do you think he'd mind sharing more than once?"

Changbin does not wait for your response. With the support of his hands, he brings his body down, head in direct contact with your skirt stained with your arousal and the precum that oozed out from his cock. He sucks deep purple marks into your thighs, trailing them all the way to your glistening core. And then, his mouth is on your sodden lips.

It's a miracle at how you are able to keep your eyes open. All the teasing this night has made your body heavy and yet, like some starving woman on sex steroid, your pussy aches for more. His lips are on your wet ones as he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. It is merciless. The demon he is, is marvellous, hot and a sex god at that. His tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening. 

The room is filled with lewd noises and your moans are loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. Changbin licks stripes after stripes on your lips, lapping up your arousal as he hums in delight. Another stripe up your wet lips and he soon wraps his plump pair around your clit and sucks on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly. 

Changbin's sharp teeth graze over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. The vortex forms deep within you again, the sign of an impending orgasm and you can only pray that he doesn't leave you begging like Jisung did. It's coming. You are so close, again, for the second time this night and you needed it. You are sure that you would go crazy if you did not receive the release you had so prayed for. Changbin rubs your clit furiously, lips moving back to your cunt as he eats you out. Changbin's tongue flicks to perfection, hitting your sensitised bud over and over again till you snap and come undone all over his face, arousal squirting out and over his entire face.

Your legs quiver as Changbin laps it all up, tongue swiping across your lips till he has drunk every single drop of your arousal. Your eyes that were squeezed shut opens and you see the mess you have made on his face. 

"Fuck, I'm sor—" You try to lift yourself up to help him when Changbin pulls you by your legs closer to him and wraps his lips on your clit, sucking on the bud till it borders overstimulation and you are screaming out in both pain and pleasure, your abdomen pitting at the sight of another orgasm with his actions.

"Binnie, fuck, oh fuck," Tears well up at the corner of your eyes on being overstimulated. You can feel your brain getting fuzzier, sense hyperbolic at everything around you. You are falling into something you are unfamiliar with. "I'm sensitive, fuck. I'm so sensitive."

He moves forward, overstimulating you and your eyes roll up at all your nerves being triggered to send the excess messages of stimulation to your brain, knots tightening and you are ready to combust once again until Jisung walks out of the kitchen, announcing, "Dinner's ready."

"Too bad I had my fill," Changbin sniggers, tongue extending out of his mouth to lick your arousal off the corners of his mouth. Your chest rises and falls and you try to focus in on something on the ceilings — ah, the spokes of the fan, yes. Three. Three. Three. Three. Changbin quickly notices the change in your demeanor, "Baby girl? You alright?"

"Princess?" Chan's rushing to your side as soon as he hears something is up with you. You giggle, laughing soon enough as you look up. Changbin stands up from your side, concern filling him when you start laughing. Jisung, on the other hand, walks to keep the pasta on the table behind the sofa. "Princess, are you there with me?"

It is the rush of endorphins that cloud your brain. Your heart beats fast, breathing rapid and it's a different kind of high you are in. You hold onto Chan's sleeve, giggles nonstop as you mumble in between, "Chan, uh, Chan! Chan!"

"I've got you, princess," he says softly, before wrapping his arm around your thighs and the other over your torso before lifting you up. "I've got you. I'm right here." You cling onto his shirt, snuggling into him as he verbally assures you. 

He stops midway in his path, turns to look at two of his friends, especially glaring at Changbin, before firmly saying, "Eat and leave. I'll talk to you later. I have to take care of her."

"We could hel—"

"Not today. Not now. I'll—" Chan sighs, holding you closer to him as you mumble words incoherently, smiling to yourself. His face softens, as if he's trying to comfort Changbin who looks guilty for the first time before Chan in eons of years together. "We'll talk to you later."

"Okay."

"And guys?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for tonight. I know she liked it. A bit too much, if anything."

Chan holds you close.

So close to him that even the rush of endorphins in your brain isn't loud enough to hear how loud your own heart beats next to his faint beating one. 

His arms wrap around your frame, hand holding your head close into his chest as he soothingly rubs the back of it and at every short interval, he coos into your head, "I'm right here, baby." Your body shifts to a relaxed position from the very tensile state it was in that second thanks to his voice, at his words and at his very being.

"Relax, baby. This is going to pass. You did so well, so, so well."

And you giggle into his chest, eyes closing warmly for a fraction there before looking up at him. Chan believes if synesthesia was a thing for demons, he would see the colours behind your eyes. How the crimson red slowly — so, so slowly — turned to darkest shades of pink and then the softest ones and Chan knows. He knows for sure that this is it. This is his whole world.

Chan feels jealous of humankind for the first time.

He is envious about how it would not be him that grows old with you, has kids with you and gets to be physical with you at every point. He knows he can't do that with you forever. He cannot do this with you forever. And even if he did decide to fuck it and do it anyway, you'd leave him one day. 

Chan knows he could never do much. He cannot change fate or turn himself into human for you. That is impossible. And yet he hopes — ah, a dangerous thing for a demon to have, something they mustn't possess — that every moment he spends with you is infinite and never dies. 

Your body tightens up again, goes rigid in his hold and he worries for you. That is Chan's first mistake, or so he believed years back. He cares for you. He cares for you in ways a demon shouldn't. He cares for you enough to know that demons have feelings or at the very least, he does. He cares enough to call it love. 

"It's alright," he mumbles and you mumble back, "We couldn't spend time together tonight."

"It's still eight. We have time," Chan smiles and rubs the hair off your face, only to press a soft chaste kiss on your forehead. "We have a lot of time. You should rest. You were such a good girl tonight."

"I was," you hold onto his shirt before letting your hands trail underneath and Chan realises the endorphins are slowly calming down, keeping you in a safer position than you were minutes back. "Wasn't I, daddy?"

"Princess, you really had a lot today, do you—"

"I want to. I—" You kiss Chan, hands cupping his face and lips pulling at his before letting your tongue twine with his. You moan unknowingly as your body rises to lean further into him. Your fingers graze the small stubble by the side of his jaws as you find yourself getting lost in him, in the feeling of his hot tongue lapping around yours.

"Mmh," Chan moans before holding your jaw tighter, leg wrapping around your frame. In a swift motion, he pins you down underneath him as he still kisses you. His lips are beyond tempting as you draw every kiss out, draw every moan out from him. He pulls back the minute you lift your hips to grind onto his crotch, feeling himself against your bare core. "We should stop—"

"No. You're my Valentine. Not Changbin or Jisung. You'll always be my Valentine," you respond, tugging him down into you by his shirt. Chan's eyes widen before softening as he looks at you — looks at you like you are everything better than him, hell and afterlife. 

"But you really had it rough today and—"

"I want more. I want so much more rough and I want them from my boyfriend. No one else." Your hand grades the stubble again and Chan leans into your hold. "The fact that you've never been rough with me and that I had to hear about it from Changbin and Jisung did no good to my ego, baby."

"They were—" Chan pauses on his own this time. You don't interrupt or cut him. He knows he can't lie to you. He knows how much he holds back but Chan knows that he has no issue with that. It's a safer option for you and yet here you are tonight asking him to be himself, be everything he is and show you how far he can go — he was going to fucking lose it at that alone. 

"You know they were not lying," your voice lower. "They are demons, you had said, and that I should be careful. But Chan, baby, you are a demon too. So why do you hold back? Is it because I'm a human?"

"Yes," Chan reluctantly agrees and you sigh. You drop your hand from his face and Chan's lips pucker in response. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You know you won't," you reassure him. "You could never hurt me unknowingly and even if you did, you know you'd take care of me till I'm back to the same."

"There shouldn't be a situation that leads to the worst case scenario, Y/N."

"But I want that. I want you to show me everything and I want to know if I'd like that. Give me a choice. I—" You gulp, scared of telling it out loud finally now that you have come to a partial conclusion to it yourself. "I liked Changbin being rough on me. I liked it a lot. I liked Jisung edging me. I liked it so much that all I could think about till Changbin touched me was of Jisung giving me an orgasm."

Chan's hand presses down by the sheets adjacent to your face and he holds it tightly. If care was an emotion he shouldn't have felt, jealousy is another that should never have a place in a demon's mind. Especially not when they were all brought up with the thought of sharing. 

He hates how Changbin got to be rough with you before him. Something so petty and so, so territorial arises in him that he wasn't even aware for him to feel this. He knows he gave consent. He knows he was there to hear it all and yet hearing you say you liked it brought in exactly two emotions in him that conflicted each other so much that he knew he was going feral — a) delight, over you being so content and over you being so understanding of demonic natures and b) jealousy, over another demon having had you in ways only he had before. 

"Chan?"

"Yes?"

"You were lost there for a minute."

"You promise me you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much, right?"

"Always," you peck at his lips. "I'll always do that. I just want everything you are and you have to offer. I don't want to know stuff from others. I want to feel them through you."

And Chan kisses you again. This time however, it is a lot different from the previous kiss you drew out from him. His lips find home in yours as they come upon you, imperatively. The kiss gets deeper each time, tongues chasing and lapping each other, earning continuous whines and whimpers coming out from both of you. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck, your fingers trailing up his nape to his hair, gripping the small hair at his back and Chan kisses you passionately, his hands cupping and tilting your face, angling it so that he could intensify the kiss as he desired.

He's desperate to show you everything he is.

The very second your mouth had brushed his, Chan knows that you are the one for him. It had always been you. Even now, if he closed his eyes, he could feel the tingle over his lips and your warm breath wafting over his chin. It is exactly as he had carved in his mind, etched so deep that it could never fade away.

His hand is prominent on its grip on your neck, as you lift your chin higher — so you can press your lips harder into his —  while your hands fist into his shirt — white, clean and perfect all for the night only for it to be discarded to the very corner of the bedroom the two of you share. His free hand drops to wind around your waist, arm pressed between the bed and you and in one swift movement, he pulls your body flush against his.

Gasping at the motion, Chan seizes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, your lips parting further in response. His tongue swipes across yours, curling around your tongue and gently massaging it. The metal ball at the tip of his tongue provides a sharp coldness and you hiss into his mouth, only for him to provide more contact with the metal that it leaves you emitting moans into him. 

It is electrifying. Every single thing with Chan has been exciting, unpredictable and leaves you begging for more. It is perhaps mankind's adhesive nature towards sin itself that made you like this — that made you into such a moldable clay in his hands and you don't mind going to hell for this. Because every single moment you lived on earth, if it were with him, would be relentlessly passionate. You would never want to swap with anything, even if someone handed heaven to you on a platter.

Because Chan is your heaven. 

When you feel his tongue flick against yours, slightly, grazing it, your hands uncurl from his shirt - only to wind up his chest, along his throat, towards the nape of his neck. You find yourself lapping around the metal ball on his tongue, rolling your eyes shut. 

With every passing second, you find yourself drowning into Chan. His body is pressed flat against yours, chest against yours, his saccharine taste coating your senses till that is all you can think about, and his warm breath all over your face. You find yourself drowning into him — you always have — his entire presence encasing your senses as you lose yourself deep into his entire being.

Is this how people were dragged into hell? Tempting. 

Chan pulls back and you smile at your boyfriend, like a little girl happy to have received her candy. You glance down at your shirt that is half open as a result of everything that happened tonight and proceed to unbutton the rest and remove it off your body. Chan's eyes linger more than ever on the marks that Changbin has left all over your body — marks that have turned dark purplish red and he seethes at the very sight of it in anger. 

"If we do this again, on your request, of course," Chan kisses over all the marks slowly, taking his own time to lick it over with his tongue before pressing his lips against it. "I'm going to be physically present. Not going to let anyone mark my baby up like this. That's for me."

And Chan sucks over it. His hand goes behind your back to unhook your bra and toss it aside. His hand lands firm on your breast, fingers playing with your nipple as his mouth slowly moves down to kiss your other nipple before sucking on it, lewd sounds emitting from his mouth.

"Daddy, fuck—" Your back arches, hips jutting upwards into his pelvis only to feel his covered growing length rough against your sticky skin. Chan uses his free hand to hold onto your waist and lift you slightly, allowing you to hook your leg over his waist, tight enough to tease you.

Chan hums in approval as you grind up, exposed core moving and staining your favorite formal pants of his, all while his tongue laps at your areola. The metal ball right at the centre of the tip of his tongue is pressed to your nipple and the difference in temperature has your mind spiralling. 

His palm squeezes your breast, thumb running over your nipple before he purposefully leans down and gives you a taste of his warm mouth. You gape open at the contact of his mouth on your nipple, teeth purposely grazing against the skin only for the metal ball to soothe over the burn.

Puckering his lips, he presses them to the sensitive spot by your jugular before sucking harshly. Responsively, a low mew resounds from your lips, leaving them in the open for just you and him to hear to.

"Do you remember the safe word?"

You nod, "Red for you to stop, yellow for you to give me time and green for you to proceed."

"Perfect," and Chan moves so quickly to remove your skirt off your body as he hovers over your completely naked self, fully clothed. You have always wondered if Chan would ever be into power play, especially with how he could project himself sometimes. Like in moments like these. You make a note in your head to ask him about the very thing. 

Chan kisses your lips, tugging at your lip before dipping himself further, getting lost in you. He rubs his tongue across your lower lip, metal ball harsh against your coral lips. He kisses your cheek and then, your pinna.

You feel his warm breath against your ear, shuddering in impact. You are about to ask him to stop teasing you — that you've had enough foreplay the whole night. However, in the next second, his hand lowers and lands on your inner thighs in a loud spank and you gasp, not expecting it. He hits the same skin almost a second after before the pain recedes and you are moaning out loud, brain wiring differently as heat pools between your legs.

“Fuck," he swears under his breath. His hand edges closer to you, dangling so close to your core that he can feel your arousal by your thighs, all over again and over the dried ones by your thighs. "You’re so dripping wet,” Chan mutters, only to laugh and comment, "At least I can credit this to myself."

Chan leans forward, next to your ear again and mumbles, "Baby, I'll be using words that would come off as very demeaning but I need you to know that I would never use them unless we are in the mood. You are and will be my baby girl, my princess forever. Is that alright?"

"It is," you blush, heat shooting straight to the core and you can feel yourself leak further, embarrassingly, right when Chan's hand is so close to your lips.

"Fuck, you are dripping. Such a filthy whore," Chan taunts and you feel it, deep in your gut. You've never seen this side to Chan but fuck, you love it. You love it more than Changbin having called you a good girl. You want to be called a whore, a slut — as long as you were his whore, his slut. 

Chan collects the arousal that you drip out, coating his fingers and palm. Moving his fingers, he collects your arousal that leaks from your gaping hole and watches the transparent stick to his fingers. The bulge in his pants is hard and seems too painful to be confined. You gulp evidently, throat parched. Chan's hand edges closer towards your lips and languidly strokes your slit with his fingers coating in your arousal. The pads of his finger circles your hole and you mewl, clutching slightly onto his shoulder. 

"Daddy, please, need your fingers in me."

"You've been fucked by two demons already and you are still so horny," he scoffs. "Impressive." He raises an eyebrow. Almost like he is teasing you further, he continues to play with your cunt. You whimper, gasping and hoping to feel the burn of the stretch that would come with him thrusting his fingers up.

Each small action Chan does has you moving forward in pleasure, hoping for the same as you try to move with his hand, all in an attempt to drive his digit deeper into you. Nonetheless, Chan controls the pressure and the pace and no matter how hard you try to move, he never lets you have his way, clearly showing that it was him in power here, not you. Growing tired of his teasing, anticipation filling you to insanity, tears brimming your eyes, you whine, “Fucking hell, Ch— Daddy, come on."

Chan chuckles, kissing your clavicle, biting into the skin above and sucking furiously enough to mark you. You sigh, breath exhaled out desperately. "Please, please, pl— Ah!"

Chan hits your core with the pads of his finger, labia silently flapping in impact and you moan at the pain that shoots up from your sensitive core. This causes you to moan, body moving forwards in a surprised reaction. The palm hitting the clit sends electric sparks throughout your body, your brain almost fusing. The sound is sharp as it rings through the air before you feel pain along the vulva. Crying in pain, you mumble softly out before holding to him softly, “Please,” you implore. "I need you, daddy." 

The sensation of the pad of his thumb swiping against your swollen, needy bud causes you to buck into him, your cunt soon contracting around nothing. Chan mumbles as he lowers his body silently, kissing your skin on his way. He kisses the skin right above your acetabulum, tracing his lips down till he kisses your core, a soft peck over it. 

It is a stark difference in your clothing that takes you aback; of how you were completely naked while Chan was completely clothed and yet that excited you. The power he has is enough to have you ooze out more arousal that would prompt the sheets to stain further. 

Chan licks at your core, once, twice and then he is sucking at your clit, like a man walking days in a desert with no water source. His mouth is against your core, licking on it, the cold wet metal ball pressing against it, before he sucks on your engorged button. The lewd noises that leave your mouth are pornographic and your legs have lost their strength.

You are about to say a word before Chan curls his fingers up into you and your back arches slightly at the feeling of his fingers in you. "D-Daddy!" 

You feel Chan searching your walls for the spot he has felt enough that he finds it in a few minutes. He rubs against the same spot that brings the loudest reaction from you before dragging his fingers back slowly only to slip his fingers easily into you again, the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs. The sheets are stained. His pants are stained and so is his white shirt. 

"No demon I've fucked before would have sex this close to being out of the world. Fuck, princess. Your slutty pussy is clutching onto my fingers." He rubs your walls and your enlarged button. Your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately as you press into him. 

Chan's fingers are fast as they thrust in and out of your core. You could find yourself getting wetter and wetter with the lewd sounds that resonate the walls. The demon presses his metal piercing flat against your clit and you gasp. "F-Fuck, Daddy!"

And as Chan sucks on your button of nerves, his fingers thrusts into you at a relentless pace, pushing right at the spot that has you feeling the endorphins spilling into your bloodstream. You feel the knot that tightens in your stomach, ready to fall over the cliff till Chan's teeth graze your clit and you lose it.

“Come for me, my princess,” Chan urges. His command, paired with the way his tongue dances across your clit and how his rough thick fingers drags against your sweet spot, has you careening off of the brink of pleasure and into an oblivion. You can feel your bloodstream soaking slowly with the rush of endorphins. You need a moment to calm down from how good that orgasm is, as Chan slowly rubs you through your high. 

You think Chan is about to drag his fingers out of you and away when he picks up the speed of his fingers. He toys with your sensitive clit. 

"Daddy, ah—" You feel the pain slightly of being overstimulated, slowly getting intense and intense. You are crying and he slows down, looking into your eyes, expecting a colour to be screamed and when you don't, smiling softly, he continues, kissing you and swallowing every cry you have. 

You feel your skin standing at the very precipice of being sensitive to anything. In a split second without any warning, his mouth still on you, Chan holds your clit between his forefinger and thumb before twisting it and instantly, you feel something deep within you tighten up.

That was it. Your breath is disoriented. Your jaw falls loose and you let out a loud cry as a powerful orgasm cuts right through you. Chan drops his hand on to the bed as you squirt on being overstimulated. Your arousal soaks his shirt, fabric sticking to his body and he is amused. Your thighs shake, quivering uncontrollably as your back curves, body lifting up. Chan's other arm wraps around you as he kisses you through this. Your muscles tremble, ache and are sour. Eventually, you find your hips stopping gradually as you fall victim to the pleasure, squirting slowly receding. His hand is covered in your juices and he chuckles against your lips after pulling back, placing you lightly on your back.

"That was so fucking hot," he looks at you proudly, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes are closed, post that powerful orgasm, tears staining your cheeks. He moves only after your eyes open, making sure you are alright and are able to breath right.

"Daddy," you smile and Chan smiles brighter. That's his girl. That's his girl, alright.

"You've got my shirt messy, princess." He chuckles and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as your head drops to the side to look away. Chan holds your face with his messy hands and kisses you, drawing out another long kiss to rid you away from any other thoughts besides ones of fucking him tonight. 

You pull away and mumble, "It's not fair that you were dressed completely in the first place."

"Is that so now?"

"Yes," you huff and your hand trails up Chan's arm, fingers digging into his arm. "It's a damn bother." 

Chan unbuttons his shirt, taking his own time with it as his fingers roll against them before popping the material out of hold from the button. Your hand lies in wait by his waist, fingers rubbing against the curve of his ass and you stare up at him. With every button that he maneuvers his shirt out of, you can see his tattoos more and more clearly.

The feathers that poke out through the corner of his shoulder, flat on the coracoid process, more present superficially right above his clavicle, are detailed. You can see the feathers variant in their styles as they fall from a greater source that lies behind him.

Chan's tattoo had always been magnificent, as if they were rebuking the almighty as he acknowledged his very being. The ends of the black feathers also tease into the head of his biceps. Two beautiful wings, bold and powerful, arise from his spine and exhibit loudly on his back.

Your mouth gapes open at the sight of it as Chan bends forward to unbutton his pants, the wings clearly visible to you and your heart leaps at the sight of it. Chan raises an eyebrow at you, staring down at his tattoo, as soon as he pulls down his pants. 

"Ah, the tattoo kink," he chuckles. "How could I forget."

"It's not a thing," you blush.

"Please," he laughs, eyes wrinkling soon. "There's no way you could lie to me, princess." 

You blush. Crunching forward, you stretch your arms, fingers pointing to draw against the outline of the wings. "It's beautiful," you whisper. "It's so fucking beautiful, Chan." He chooses to ignore the call of his name because nothing else would sound sweeter in this moment than his name itself. What you would do to give everything in wrapping your lips around his flesh by the corners of the wings and to ruin it with your own marks.

He unsheathes himself off the confines of his undergarment. Chan has always been bigger in comparison to every single one you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. It shines under the dim lighting of your room, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly.

You let out a small mewl — the walls of your core throbs against his member at the sensations of the piercings rubbing against the same — enhancing both your senses. Chan notices how your thighs quiver and he raises his eyebrows in sheer amusement.

"You really don't fail to surprise me, princess," Chan sniggers. "Look at you eye fucking me all while I just unstrip."

"Please," your eyes glisten and Chan coos. "Please. Need your cock in me, daddy. Need your big fat cock to fill me up and stuff me stupid." Your hands move down to hold his engorged length in your hand, rubbing the metal balls on the head with your fingers and feeling the coldness in a sharp contrast to his hot girth.

"You've been such a good, good whore tonight. Daddy's going to reward you well. So well." His hand trails down your frame and you shudder as they move down your sides.

Chan moves slightly, his hands bracing on either side of yours. The strong muscles of his arms twitch as he bears the entirety of his body weight on them. You push your body upwards and you stretch your arms up. You run your hands over his naked shoulders and his back, grazing his tattoo a little more before tangling your fingers into his hair as you tug him further over you. 

A soft gasp slips from your mouth when his weight presses over you: his defined chest over yours and his hips pressing into yours in the most enticing way. His cock brushes against your thighs slicken in your arousal and you moan. The metal ladder framing underneath his shaft is cold against your skin and you can feel the goosebumps that arise atop your skin all the way to spread the heat to your core.

Chan's arms wrap around your body, holding you so close to him that your chests brush against each other. You feel his hardened erection sharp against your thighs, brushing against your core and you whimper in his hold. "Please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Fuck me, daddy."

Chan's lips crash onto your swollen ones with a force that has to be reckoned. He grinds his heavy cock into your core, rubbing over your clit. It leaves you moaning, holding onto his deltoids with a ferocious grip, fingers digging into the muscle.

Holding onto the opportunity that presents itself to him, Chan seizes and dives his tongue right into your mouth. They glide across your tongue, your body arching in pleasure. You feel the metallic ball of his piercing run over your tongue in a wistful want, you wrap your own around it before kissing him at the same intensity. Chan's groan hits back through the air in barely a whisper as you swallow most of the sound. Immediately, you let go of his lips and your hand reaches out for his cock slowly coated in precum, you squeeze it softly.

Before you can think straight, you can sense Chan holding his cock in his hand to position himself and with a mere grunt, he enters through your twitching core. His thick girth pushes your walls apart as they move further down into you. Your grip on his deltoid slips to his biceps, desperate to catch hold of something. All that leaves your mouth are parched breaths and desperate moans. 

The lewd noises from his dick seeping through your wetness to enter you and stretch you out resonates through the wall only to hit back to both of your ears. Chan's gaze shifts downwards to watch his cock spread open your lips and disappear into your being — all it does to the demon is excite him more. 

You feel the piercings against your wall, dragging across your softness. The slight dentations cause you to moan as Chan moves it against it over and over again, ensuring to hit your spot as much as possible with every thrust. 

"You're dripping all over my cock, fuck," he grunts as he slips out only to thrust back in carefully. You grind back this time round, trying to match his pace with your fragile body. It takes you aback when you feel Chan grow into his complete girth inside you, stretching you out with an intense burn.

"Daddy," you choke out, words caught in the back of your throat. "Too big, ah."

“No, it’s not, princess," he bites his lip. "We both know you can take it. You're doing so well,” Chan coos. You find him slowing down with every thrust, making sure you are alright. His fingers ghosts right adjacent to your side, caressing your breasts with affectionate touches. 

Slowly, the pain fades away, only to be replaced by a rush of pleasure with every thrust. The hard metal of his piercings drag against the sensitive nerves of your wet core, enough to stimulate every other nerve in your body, rubbing it over and over again. 

Chan notices your face calming and how you were truly living in the moment. He takes this as a sign enough to thrust quicker, metal piercings striking the spot furiously. The sudden intrusion has your lips parting, eyes rolling back and tongue falling out in ecstasy. Your thighs, that quake, spread apart to take more of him, to let him have more control over you. Your walls clamp down on him, holding his cock tightly and magnifying the thick length of his. The moment his length pokes at the end of your cervix, you jerk, throat drying up instantly as a reaction. He was so thick and so full that he reached all the way to your cervix, ready to show you what it truly is like being fucked by a demon.

Chan grunts as he presses his hand down on your belly after pressing a short kiss. There is a slight bulge and Chan loves how you are, almost as if you are made for him. This leads your wall to press around him. His length pulses against your walls and you feel him completely, in his length and girth. Your walls ripple around his length accepting him completely — in his large, engorged, thick length.

"Fuck, I love this. Hell, I love how your juices coat my length and your lips kiss around my cock. Perfectly fitting my cock as if you were made for me,” he mutters. "Aren't you? You're mine. All mine." 

“So pretty, princess,” he coos. With every thrust of his length into you, your body is jolted back and forth, rocking the bed loudly, at an impeccable strength along with your boyfriend's.

In between all the thrusts of his cock, the way his piercings mercilessly drags inside you, triggering every single nerve bundle ever to exist in your body, you feel the clouds of euphoria come at your being. You slowly find yourself losing your being into the sheer bliss of Chan's actions.

With one more rough thrust, you are unable to hold back and with a loud cry, you come undone around Chan's cock. Feeling your walls clamp vigorously around his length, he lets out a deep growl and continues to thrust his hips into you. It is these thrusts that draw out your orgasm, bringing forth waves of bliss and euphoria, slowly seeming to shut down all your senses. The results of your intense orgasm still fluctuate through you. Your thighs tremble and toes curl. Your walls wrap so tightly around his cock that it drives him close.

His cock pulsates in your warmth and you know it too. "Oh fuck! That’s it, princess,” Chan groans out. He thrusts back into you messily, trying to keep up with the same initial pace. However, he falls out of the same relentless thrusting in the pursuit of his own orgasm. Burying his cock as deep into you, he erupts inside of you. He plays with your clit and comes undone in your core as he swears under breath, unfiltered compliments showered upon you. 

His thick cum fills you up. Buried deep, he empties everything of his load, coating your walls with thick stripes of his residue. Slowly, you find yourself back to your senses, body more alive, having ridden yourself of the giddiness of your orgasm. Your body shudders under him in your haze of orgasm.

Chan pulls out his softened cock out from you, glistening under the coated mixture of yours and his orgasm. He holds you close and rubs the side of your face gently as he compliments you, "You did so well, princess. I'm proud of you."

You kiss his lips in response, a soft, chaste one. Chan continues showering you with compliments as he falls by your side, holding you close into his sweaty naked being. He lifts himself soon enough to attend to you when you pull him down, locking him with your grip on his wrist.

"Let me take care of you, baby."

"Five minutes more, please." You look at him with a puppy like expression and Chan sighs, knowing fully well that there would be no way that he could deny your request. 

"Fine, princess," he rubs your hair away from your forehead and pulls you impossibly closer into his chest. 

"Chan?"

"Hm?"

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

Chan chuckles, kissing the top of your head and then your forehead as he teases, "You worked too much for a Valentine's Day, baby."

"Please," you stretch the syllable and speak into Chan's chest. "If anything, it is the wildest one I've ever lived to attend."

And as Chan holds you through the night, attending and taking care of you, his phone beeps soon enough,

[1] Voicemail from Changbin Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful and to you too, Chan. Call me back when you hear this. Bye.

[1] Message from Jisung This is how technology works??!!!! Oh my God. Fancy. Anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day. This goes down in my history as best Valentine's Day ever, bitches. P.S. Best sex ever too. Let's have a foursome sometime soon.

[nyuksw]

The Shop — Sunwoo, smut

warnings: sex toys, kinda public sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (my old work being modified and re-posted)

You were walking towards the shop you’ve seen so many times as you drove by almost every day. You decided to wear a hoodie despite the warm weather just to pull on the soft material over your head, wearing some dark shades and hugging your bag closer to your chest. Anyone that could see you right now would think you were buying something else. You parked just in front of the shop, yet the walk through the short distance felt way too long for your liking.

Walking through the big front doors, the sensor bell goes off making you pursue your lips. Why did it have to indicate someone coming in?! You took a deep breath, hoping no one would come to greet you or even offer their help, a blush already creeping up your cheeks just by thinking about it.

You looked around the shop, plenty of toys decorating the walls and the shelves, some that you have never seen or even imagined existed. Different sizes, uses, what even are those?! Your eyes widening upon seeing a weird long shaped object by one of the shelves.

“Okay maybe I should leave, I shouldn’t have listened to my friends.” you whispered to yourself, turning around and ready to sprint towards your car.

But before you could even take a step, a male voice spoke behind you. “Hello, welcome to Cupid’s Box. Looking for anything in particular?”

You closed your eyes, suddenly feeling too shy to even move. You turned around slowly, coming face to face with a tall and handsome guy, flashing you a bright and friendly smile. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his tall body. Luckily you were still wearing those shades or he would’ve noticed you were checking him out.

“I was uhm, I was just looking around.” you said, your voice coming out hesitant.

He raised an eyebrow at you, eyeing you quickly and biting back a smile. It’s not the first time he has encountered customers like you, coming in in disguise to shop, some even leaving without stepping inside. You were nervous and embarrassed, he clearly could see that.

Bringing a hand up to your face he took the glasses and removed them from your face, revealing your pretty eyes that were already wide in surprise and frantically looking at everything and everyone but him.

“If you’re going to just look around, you should remove these at least so you could see better.” He said while chuckling, “I’m Sunwoo by the way, I’d gladly assist you today.”

“Thank you, Sunwoo. But I was just passing by, not really shopping.” you said one more time, rather than trying to convince him it sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself of it.

“Are you sure? I mean, based on your outfit, the dark shades and the way you’re holding your bag, I can tell that you entered the shop with plans of buying something but you got too embarrassed and if it wasn’t for me talking to you, you would’ve ran out. Am I right?” He tilted his head to the side slightly and raised an eyebrow at you.

You pulled your hood away from your head, fixing your hair with a huff, “Fine, yes. I wanted to get a.... toy.” you said, still avoiding his eyes.

“Do you have anything in mind? A dildo, vibrator, perhaps both in one?” he asked and for the first time you locked eyes with him, he was very handsome and that smile, ugh that smile was enough to get your knees buckling.

“I don’t know, I came here without a clue of what exactly I'm looking for.” you laughed nervously but he smiled at you yet again

“Don’t worry, that’s why I'm here. First of all I need to know something, do you prefer clit or g-spot stimulation?”

“Well I have never had a g-spot orgasm,” you chuckle awkwardly, remembering how your ex never really focused on your pleasure and rather on his own, as well as other casual one night stands you’ve had here and there, which is why you’re currently standing on a sex shop. Hoping to get something to pleasure you the way no guy has ever done, and when you look up at him again he is just looking at you expectantly, “so I think a clit one will work better.”

“A vibrator it is then!” he said excitedly, clapping his hands together, “please follow me.”

You followed him through the shop towards the other side, glancing around and seeing the amount of toys there were besides the typical ones you knew. There were nipple clamps, butt plugs, whips, cock rings, lubes. Eyes wide and a deep pink blush over your cheeks as you eyed them, quickly turning around and gluing your eyes on the back of the tall and handsome worker.

“Here it is, our most famous vibrator.” he said, suddenly stopping and making you crash on his back, letting out a small sorry you took a few steps back and observed the pink colored device on his hand.

“This guy here is made from body safe silicone, it has 10 ultra powerful vibration intensities and 6 vibration patterns. It’s usb rechargeable and shower friendly too. Pretty good for someone who is just starting to get into toys.” he explained, extending the toy out for you to take it and see it yourself, but instead of focusing on the pink toy, your eyes were glued to his long pretty fingers. Unsure if it was because of the shop’s atmosphere or because you were that needy, your mind started to wonder how those fingers would feel if he- wait, no. You blinked rapidly, quickly glancing up at him and nodded, “I’ll buy that one.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, “Are you sure? You don’t want to see other options? There are some other ones with more functions.” he suggested but you quickly shook your head.

“Alright then.” he grinned and started to walk towards the cash register.

“Would you like to buy anything else?” he asked as he started to scan the code, looking up at you a few seconds later only to see you looking at some cuffs that were on the counter next to you.

“Perhaps those?” he suggested.

You looked at him, shaking your head and looking down as you took out your wallet, “I don’t have anyone to use those with so I’ll pass. How much do I owe you?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, biting his lip to prevent a smirk from forming on his lips as he just learned that you were single, but you caught it and yet again, just by it you were somehow getting aroused. Damn it, you really need to get out of there soon and get home right now.

“That would be $95.” he said and you immediately handed him the money.

He started to work packing your order, and you noticed he was hesitant about something. Eyeing him curiously until he finally decided to speak up.

“You don’t remember me?” he questioned.

You frowned, “Remember you?”

“Yeah from school, I’m Kim Sunwoo. We were classmates pretty much from kids until highschool.” he chuckled.

Your eyes widened in shock and horror, your life almost flashing right in front of you. As if this wasn’t already embarrassing enough, the guy working there and helping you get a sex toy, was an old friend.

“I thought you would recognize me. I guess I changed?” he chuckled, trying to hide the small disappointment from you not recognizing him.

You took the bag and tried to hide it in your purse but it was too big so frustrated you simply rolled the plastic bag with the box trying to cover the name of the shop on it and held it closer to you.

“Thank you for purchasing here at Cupid’s Box. I hope to see you around here again.” He said smiling at you but you quickly nodded and muttered a quick thank you before turning around and quickly walked towards your car, totally missing the way he made emphasis on the last sentence.

You arrived back home, already feeling a little bored as it was still a little too early. Your mind going back to Sunwoo, there was something about him that caught your eye. Just thinking about him already made you feel that tingling sensation down there, biting your lip you took the toy from the bag and went into your room.

Laying in bed after removing your clothes, hands exploring your own body, sliding your hand down your body, thinking all the time about Sunwoo, wishing it was his hand the one touching you right now. A soft moan leaving your lips the moment your fingers came in contact with your already sensitive clit, squirming a little as you started to rub it slowly.

You extended your arm to the side where you left the vibrator, taking it and turning it on in the lowest mode, you opened your legs a little more, fingers spreading your own folds as you lowered the toy against your clit. Moaning loudly as it sent waves of pleasure, throwing your head back, thinking about how that pretty face would look between your legs with those pretty plump lips eating you out. You clicked on another button, putting the vibrator on a higher mode, the sudden shock making you close your legs with the toy still between them as you became a whiny mess.

You were getting closer to your orgasm, but before you could even reach it, the vibrator stopped working. Snapping your eyes open, you clicked continuously on the buttons trying to get it on again.

“This can’t be happening.” you groaned in frustration, taking the toy from between your legs and continued pushing every button. You stood up from bed and grabbed the charger, maybe it ran out of battery. But plugging in you realized the battery light didn’t turn on, which meant the vibrator completely died out of nowhere after purchasing it just an hour ago.

“Best one my ass.” you muttered angrily, quickly putting on some clothes again after cleaning up and throwing the toy into your purse, storming out of your apartment and driving all the way to the shop again.

It was almost closing time, Sunwoo was preparing everything to close when he saw a car carelessly pull up in front of the shop, sighing and thinking that maybe it was another weird customer doing some last minute shopping before their night wild adventures. But to his surprise he saw you walking into the store, hair a little messy as well as the clothes, it was like you just threw on whatever and didn’t even look in the mirror.

Raising his eyebrows as he watched you walk towards him, hand going inside your bag and pulling the vibrator you got earlier that day, slamming it down on the counter right in front of him and looking down at it with a questioning look before looking back at you, this time noticing your flushed cheeks.

“I want a refund.” you said glaring at him.

“I’m sorry but our policy says we can’t refund money for us-”

“This thing died on me right before I was about to orgasm. It didn’t even last 20 minutes and it simply stopped working. It seems I just can’t get pleasure, not even with a damn toy. My ex, who was a total asshole by the way, never cared about satisfying me too, no guy has ever for that matter. I came here hoping to get something better that could do the work they don’t but I just got scammed because this thing didn’t do anything.” you rambled and Sunwoo only stared at you. You were very frustrated, sexually frustrated to be exact, so you didn’t care at this point about rambling to a hot old classmate at a sex shop.

“I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, some toys come with malfunctions from the factory. Since the toy has been used I can’t give you a refund, but I can offer you some amazing deals for another toy.” he suggested, quickly glancing at the clock to his side.

“No, I don’t want another toy! Or maybe I do, I don’t know. I just want to be fucked either by a dick or a toy, I don’t care anymore.” you groaned, throwing your hands in the air.

Sunwoo glanced at the clock again, 9:00 PM finally, closing time. Smirking, he turned around to look at you again. “Here at Cupid’s Box, our customer’s satisfaction is our priority. So let me make it up to you and not exactly with a toy.”

It took you a moment to fully process what he just said, opening your mouth to talk only to close it again. You were taken aback, but you weren’t even sure if he really insinuated that or you just misinterpreted his words.

“How?” you asked, decided to play along and maybe get to somewhere with it.

“Let me be the one to pleasure you,” He smirked, walking behind the counter until he was out of there and in front of you. Placing his hands against the counter, making sure you cage you in his arms, he leaned closer to you, lips ghosting over yours as he kept talking, “let me be the one to make up for the toy and all those assholes you’ve slept with that doesn’t know how to treat you right and give you what you need.”

“Do it already then.” you said and he crashed his lips against yours, hands messily touching each other. You weren’t the only one who wanted this, the moment he stepped in Sunwoo laid his eyes on you, so timid and innocent yet you wanted to buy a sex toy. But then when he took off your glasses he recognized you, the person who he always had a crush on, old feelings surfacing again and seeing you buying toys really turned him on. Leaving him the entire day alone with his imagination thinking about you using the vibrator and maybe, just maybe, thinking of him as you did.

He lowered his hands, unbuttoning your pants and dragging them down. He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up, placing you on the counter without breaking the kiss. He settled between your legs, moving his hands up to lift your shirt and remove your bra. Licking his lips when he saw your exposed body, his cold fingers ghosting over your nipples, watching them get hard before leaning down to wrap his pretty lips around one.

He explored your upper body with his lips and tongue, attacking your neck and chest, leaving marks as he lowered a hand until it was on your clothed core, making you gasp and buck your hips against his hand. He smirked against your skin, liking the way you were reacting to his touch and he didn't even start yet. He pressed his fingers against it, feeling your wetness through the material.

“You’re already this wet for me?” He murmured, trailing kisses all the way up to your neck.

He pushed your panties to the side, fingers tracing up and down your slit before pushing two inside you. The coldness of his fingers just made it feel even better before they warmed up, he moved his head and captured your lips once again as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you. He pulled his fingers out of you and pulled down your panties, spreading your legs again and kneeling down until his face was in front of you.

He decided to tease you painfully slowly, looking up at you with a smirk on his face before sticking his tongue out and giving you a quick lick, lips leaving kisses all over your thighs before moving back and started giving you short kitten licks. The movements of his tongue were slow but precise, starting from your slit all the way up towards your clit. Flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, earning a moan from you. Smirking proudly against your folds, he decided to speed up his work.

Thrusting two fingers inside you again, his lips wrapped around your clit and started to lick and suck on it, feeling you clench around his fingers making him groan against you. The sounds coming out from his throat sent vibrations against you, lowering a hand you ran your fingers through his curly hair, pulling on it as you started to grind against his mouth. He curled his fingers inside you, pressing on your sweet spot as his tongue quickly laped over your clit.

“that’s it, cum on my mouth.” he murmured, tongue going back to doing its job, pushing you over the edge seconds later and orgasming. You let go of his hair, slamming your hand on the counter for support as you leaned back, shaking and moaning in pleasure as he kept licking clean your folds.

You opened your eyes, looking down at him as he placed one last kiss on your inner thigh and stood up, licking his lips.

“You taste so sweet.” he said, hands sneaking around your waist pulling you towards him, lips meeting yours again into a slower but still heated kiss. He lifted you up from the counter, helping you to get off.

Hands quickly moving to unbutton his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, his erection touching your thighs making you pull away. You looked down, licking your lips at the sight, quickly getting on your knees you wrapped a hand around it and took him into your mouth, humming in satisfaction as you did. You bobbed your head, taking him fully before pulling away, using your hand to jerk him off. Your tongue giving him a long lick from the base to the tip, lips wrapping around it again.

“Oh fuck, fuck Y/N.” he said under his breath. Looking down, eyes fixed on how pretty you are looking with his dick in your mouth. You started to speed up your movements, making him shut his eyes and groan. But before he could even get closer to his own climax, he pulled you away and helped you up. A hand wrapped around your neck and the other one cupping your boob, thumb playing with your nipple.

“I want to fuck you, I want to cum with my dick buried inside of you.” he said, lips hovering yours as he spoke before pressing them and kissing you, biting your lip as he pulled away.

“Wait, what if someone walks in?” you said, remembering you were still in the shop.

“Are you worrying about that now? Someone could have already walked in and see your pretty pussy being eaten by me or you sucking my cock.” he chuckled, “this is a sex shop, weird and kinky people walk in every day. I don’t think they would have a problem seeing me fuck you right here, doesn’t being caught excites you? Hm?” he said, murmuring against your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck.

Those words alone were making you wet again already, throbbing and clenching around nothing as he whispered next to your ear and neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin and sending shivers down your spine. He turned you around, bending you over the counter and spreading your legs with his knee. He removed his shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor along with the other clothes, pumping himself a few times as he took a good look at you all bent over, throbbing and waiting for him.

He teased your entrance with the tip, pushing in slowly and taking it out again, making you whine. “Sunwoo, please. Just put it in already, please. Fill me up, I need to feel you inside me, I need you...” you begged, eyes shut and fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

“You really want it? Do you really want me to fuck you Y/N?” he asked, slapping his cock against your clit, what a tease.

“Just do it already Sunwoo or I swear t-”

He thrusted deep in you, making you gasp. It felt better than what you imagined, he filled you up just right, thrusting at a fast pace just like you needed, making sure you felt every inch as he was balls deep inside you. Your nipples rub against the cold surface of the counter as your tits bounced with every snap of his hips, adding more pleasure to the whole thing.

You were soaked, aching for him ever since you saw him earlier. It has been quite a long time since anyone has been inside of you, let alone fucking you this good. It was a pleasure that you never felt with anyone else, and definitely not even with the short period of time that vibrator worked. You hissed as he pulled out of you and slammed back in, hands sliding down from your hips to squeeze your ass before slapping it, his hand leaving a red mark.

His hand slid down your ass and towards your thigh, lifting your leg up until your knee was resting against the edge of the counter, the new angle giving him not only a better view but better access for him to sneak his hand between your legs and start rubbing your clit in circles. The new position making his cock hit your g-spot with every single thrust, “oh fuck.” you wailed, starting to clench around him.

Leaning down to kiss your shoulder as he kept thrusting and stimulating your clit, “come on baby, cum for me.” he murmured, your whimpers filling his ears making him groan by your hot sounds.

You felt it bubbling up in your stomach, slowly washing all over you until you were screaming out his name, still clenching around him as you rode out of your orgasm. You managed to lean back a little, just enough to turn your head to the side just enough, he cupped the side of your neck and leaned in to kiss you. He thrusted hard a few more times before he came, grunting and moaning your name against your lips. Feeling him twitch inside of you and filling you up with his cum.

He moved slowly inside you, making both of you whimper at the overstimulation. Letting go of your face he leaned back, pulling out of you and resting his forehead against your shoulder, you could feel his warm cum leaking out of you. He took a few seconds to steady his breathing before taking a step back just to see how his cum was dripping down your core, smirking proudly.

He extended a hand behind the counter and took out some wipes and paper towel, helping you clean up before handing you your clothes. You leaned back against the counter for support, your legs still shaking from the action. He finished putting on his clothes and turned around to look at you, a warm smile and fond look over his features now.

“You do that with every customer?” you questioned, unsure of what to say, trying to lift the mood even more in a playful way.

“Not really, you’re the first one.” he chuckled, making you raise an eyebrow at him. “And the last one because once my boss finds out what I did here, he will fire me. Not that I mind, I was planning to quit anyway.”

There was silence between you two, glancing at him to see him fixing his hair, probably not knowing what to say either.

“Thank you, Sunwoo. That was amazing.” you whispered, and you really meant it.

He turned around to look at you, his eyes getting lost in yours and a smile making its way on his lips. Shaking his head slightly, as if telling you that you don’t even have to thank him.

He took a step closer to you, “I, uh…” he was getting lost in his own words, not knowing how to properly phrase them. “I don’t want this to be just a one time thing and I don’t mean it just for the sex. Even though it was indeed amazing, I also want to be able to take you out and let me treat you right, like you deserve.”

You bit your lip, a blush creeping up on your cheeks and a smile already forming on your lips, “I would love that.”

His smile grew bigger, his eyes turning into cute crescents and you felt your heart swoon. “I have to close up, how about we get some dinner?”

“Sounds just perfect.” you said, leaning in and pecking his cheek, “i’ll wait.”

But before he could turn around to lock the front door, he extended an arm, taking something from the counter beside you. Wriggling in the air the handcuffs you were eyeing earlier that day, “better get these for the next time.” he said, shoving them into his pocket and winked at you, finally turning around to lock the place.

[sassyabbs]

hi bestie, feel like writing a Fred hc? maybe how he would react to his sub trying to dom him?

Smut headcanons: Fred Weasley's sub tries to dominate him.

[Notes: oh Lord, you made my imagination fly so fast that I-

Btw, stimulating lubricant is inspired by stimulating gels, try them.

So let me know if you liked and it's what you have been thinking ;) that's for you all, and also tell me if there something wrong with the grammar, English isn't my first language and if forgot some tw ]

TW: NSFW CONTENT!, dom! Fred, sub! reader dirty talk, bondage, waxplay, overstimulation, denied orgasm, cumplay, crying, use of stimulating products, mentions of the war and accidents, subs training, oral sex (female receiving) and someone grabs the other by the neck but it's not suffocation (I think that's it).

Fred Weasley was a simple man, he knew what he liked and was attached to it. There were limits that weren't written, but that he had clear in his mind. Things that he for practicality he didn't bother to try, knowing himself as he knows himself, he knew he wouldn't like them.

As well the things that he loved were his safe place, like the joke shop he built with his brother, his mother's food and intimacy with you.

Your relationship was everything that Fred needed after the war. After the accident he had in the battle of Hogwarts when a wall almost crushed him, but luckily he only hurt his foot, he had a long time recovering. And having you by his side, following his orders as if you were the goodest girl in the world was comforting to him.

Your sex life took a deeper direction 3 months after you two became official. Everything was playful and passionate but then, one day you were telling him that you were just about to come and he demanded "Hold it up, babe, you don't have my permission" while keeping you all over the edge.

It was certainly unexpected, but you both had time to explore each other, build trust and try all the things that now were part of your daily sex life.

However switch your roles was never one of the things that you both have tried. It was always him with his hoarse voice ordering and demanding as he pleased and you following his wishes.

So it was a surprise to him when you interrupted his order to undress to tell him that this time you were the one in charge.

At first he laughed, incredulity palpable in his tone and the tautness of his shoulders.

"Good joke, puppet, do you want a kiss as a reward for thinking something so funny? Is this your way of trying to impress me?"

Of course, he started to get angry when you say that you weren´t joking.

He was the dom and you were the sub, why that would change?

He licked his lips and crossed his arms, rubbing himself a little when you didn´t stop.

"Stop this tantrum now, only brats do things like this and I have trained you well."

Part of him was wondering if you really wanted to switch roles, but you would have said your safe word if that was the case, or it had been spoken before. But it wasn't like that, so you were just being a brat, which infuriated him.

Of course, you didn´t stop provoking him.

That´s when he couldn´t control himself anymore. He walked to you, tall and intimidating thanks to his angry face, and grabed your neck to put your face in front of his.

"You want a punishiment? all right, that´s what you´re gonna get."

He led you by his grip on your neck to the bed, it didn't take much for him to bend you over the edge and give you the first slap on your butt.

"You know, you don´t expect this attitude from the pup that you´ve been taking care of all this time, but I guess I can remind you your place."

He spanked your ass some more with your clothes on, until he got tired of the fabric cushioning his hand and made it disappear with his wand.

He also took advantage of the moment and cast a spell to tie you up, so you had no escape and the hand on your neck disappeared.

"There and just like this is were you belong."

He stared at your red cheeks, his erection pulse in his pants at the sight, his anger lowering just enough for him to think what would be the next step.

The answer came from his pocket, he had designed lubricants and this one in particular was finished. He had brought it to talk about it, but now it seemed like a good time to use it wih you.

"Brats like you don´t deserve my time but I´ve got this lube that I´ve designed for you. It will make you feel warm and it will stimulate you almost to your orgasm, do you wanna use it in your punishment? Yes or no, are the only good answers."

You said yes, and with your consent he lubricated your entire area, without bothering to give you pleasure, and then put two digits in your entrance. The teasing about how wet you were beforehand was not long in coming.

Fred was starting to enjoy the punishment, now that he had calmed down, but there was one thing that he knew and it was that you were not cumming tonigh.

You ruined the scene tonight, disrespected him and continued to give him a bad attitude despite his warnings, this had to be something you regretted.

When you started to feel the stimulation from the lube, Fred laughed and spread your legs and ordered to keep them open "just as they should always be for him."

He stared at your pussy with a devil grint, knowing that it wouldn't take to much for you to start crying and moaning for his permission to cum. It would be great when he denied you.

He also decided that he could add something else to it, to make the matter more interesting. He fetched one of the red candles that you kept on the nightstand, lit it, and prepared to stain your entire back with it.

Meanwhile you were suffering the lube a little too much more than you expected. It was warm and it made you try to touch yourself to ease some of the pain. You even thought you could just come from that, but it always left you there, on the edge.

He warned you from the wax, and when you didn't say your safe word, instead you moaned loudly, he let a couple hot drops on your ass. Now you felt a little overwhelmed, but it was so good that it almost put you in sub space.

He unbuttoned his pants and released his erection, sat next to your body on the bed and jerked into a tight fist while painting your back.

When you couldn't keep you legs open from the overstimulation, he summoned two soft ropes and tied your legs to the bedposts, keeping them separate.

Now a couple of tears were gathering in your eyes and Fred held back his words of comfort, but he put down the candle and stroked your hair until the last stains of wax dried. It was a punishment, he could 't spoil you more than he already did, he couldn't stop punishing you for a few tears, damn you had not even said your word to stop, you were clearly handling it well.

"You look beautiful like this, too bad you made me so mad just to get this, puppet."

He positioned himself behind you and entered you with a long, deep thrust. He kept pushing, slowly so that you couldn't come and the excitement only accumulated in your belly.

"I took care of you so well, puppet, I tied you with precious knots, I ripped you orgasms one after the other, I devoured your little pussy everytime but you were a brat today, so this is your punishment. I decided that you can't come tonight, after what you did I want you to regret it and remember it and not try again. Now say you understand it."

After you could match the words in your mouth between moans, Fred accelerated his thrusts but he came out of you and let his climax paint on the wax of your ass before you could even think of cumming without his permission.

"Well that's a really good view isn't it?"

And it was, your skin was red from the spanks, then the wax of the same color dripped from your cheeks to the beginning of your thighs and Fred's white stripes on top of it all made a memorable image.

After that, he untied your bindings and wiped the wax off your back, but let the remnant of the lube stay inside you.

"You better not cum while you're sleeping, pup." He said before hugging you and start the aftercare.

"That was amazing babe, I'm sorry that you have to feel like that now, but is part of your punishment."

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I'm Yours, You're Mine | 7

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: yandere!felix, sub!felix, dom!felix, sub!reader, dom!reader, mentions of violence, character death, drugging, noncon, breeding kink, binding, doggy

GIF CREDIT @christopherbanq

You wake up in a warm embrace, surrounded by the sweet, vanilla scent of Felix. Opening your eyes, you’re met with the splatter of his freckles that seem to glow under the sunlight. Everything feels perfect. It feels right, and you wish you could stay in this moment forever, protected from all that has happened or will happen. But you can’t, the memories of last night’s darkness creep around the corners of the brightly lit room, seeping the warmth out of it until everything is plunged into darkness.

Felix opens his eyes, his bright sparkling eyes, unaware of the darkness surrounding him, his ignorance protecting him. But his light diminishes as his gaze focuses on you.

“Noona, why are you crying?” He asks, arms pulling you even closer to him to the point where you don’t know where your skin ends and his begins.

“Chan…” You sputter, little sobs rattling your chest now. Felix frowns sharply, “Did he do something to you?”

You shake your head, your tears now flowing down your cheeks. “He’s in the hospital. Someone attacked us while we were coming back from the cinema yesterday.”

Felix bolts upright, pushing you at an arm’s length and scrutinizing every inch of your body. “Are you hurt?”

“No, but Chan is.” You wail, throwing your arms around him and burying your face in his shoulder. “He’s hurt really bad.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” For the first time, Felix doesn’t comfort you, his body rigid in your embrace and you hesitantly pull back to look at him. He is completely still, a numb look on his face. And you suddenly realize how thoughtless you’ve been. Despite their fight, Felix and Chan have been best friends for years, way before you met either of them. You should’ve told him as soon as it happened.

“Is he going to be okay?” His lips quiver as he speaks, his eyes terrified and looking through yours for help, and you could smack yourself for being so selfish.

“Oh, baby.” You breathe, pulling him into your embrace again. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.”

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He wasn’t.

Chan hasn’t woken up by the time you both visit him in the hospital, and the doctors were giving you vague responses every time you tried to ask about his condition--if he’s going to be okay, if he’s even gonna make it--and that petrifies you.

“We’re doing the best we can, but I can’t say anything for certain. He’s in a really bad condition.” The doctor informs you after you’d asked for the millionth time. You nod heavily and he lets you know that he’ll be there if there is anything else you need before he leaves. Yeah, right. The doctors were basically running from you at this point. You weren’t stupid. You knew what it meant.

“Thank you, doctor.” You mumble. You feel guilty, like this is all your fault for wishing for Felix to come back, like somehow this had been a bargain by a cruel god, giving you Felix back but taking Chan away.

As soon as the doctor leaves, Felix falls to the floor beside the bed sobbing. You run to him and wrap your arms around him and he immediately leans into your touch. “I did this.” He wails and your body goes stiff, your breath stuck in your throat, choking you.

But then he continues, “I wished for this the night he threw me out. I was so angry at him, but I never wanted it to really happen.”

Your body turns to jelly, the fear that had gripped it was so intense that it left no energy in its wake, and you can’t even caress Felix’s back to comfort him.

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The police interview you over and over, asking you to remember if there is something about the man who mugged you that you’re forgetting that could help identify him. You don’t have to force yourself to remember, you see him in your dreams every night, and every night you wake up screaming, poor Felix having to comfort you and kiss you back to sleep, never once complaining.

Through it all, those few agonizing days, you held a terrible secret close to your chest. You felt wretched just thinking about it, but you couldn’t help it. You knew he was going to die anyway. You just wished it would happen sooner than later so you could properly grieve instead of being stuck in this fake limbo, pretending like you think he’s going to make it, even to Felix, so that he wouldn’t completely break down.

You go to visit him less and less until you stop completely, which doesn’t paint you in a very favorable light in front of law enforcement or the doctors, letting Felix go on his own to the hospital every day. But fuck them. What do they know about the pain you’re going through? The guilt?

When it finally happens, you can’t believe it. They say he coded in the night and they tried to do everything to save him, even brought him back a couple of times, but it was ultimately useless. He was gone.

You had to see him for yourself to believe it. You went alone. Felix couldn’t bear to look at his best friend’s now dead body. He begged you not to go but you needed to.

As you gaze across his face, you’re thrust back to that night. You had heard that dead people often have a peaceful look on their face, but Chan didn’t look peaceful. It almost looks angry, accusatory, asking you why you weren’t there for him.

He doesn’t forgive you, but it’s okay. You don’t forgive yourself either.

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The case officially turned into a murder investigation following Chan’s death. His body was handed over to the coroner to do an autopsy and try to gather any forensic evidence left, but neither yielded much information, and the police had no leads.

Soon, the case turned cold.

As for you, you had moved in with Felix,, unable to step back into your apartment without Chan. Fearing that in doing so you’d be acknowledging that he’s gone, and then his spirit would remember to come back to haunt you.

Felix takes such good care of you, even though he’s the one who has the right to be hurt more. He stuck around you all the time, making you feel safe and comforting you. He also kept his distance as much as he could. You could tell he wanted to seek comfort in your body, to help each other through this pain, but you were selfish as always. You only let him comfort you. You never comforted him back.

As the months passed, Felix started getting more and more needy, making you feel even more wretched even though he never said anything. He loved you and you loved him, but Chan’s death had pushed a wedge between you. You couldn’t touch the younger boy without feeling guilty. It felt like you were cheating on Chan more than you ever did before, and so you kept Felix at a distance.

For his part, Felix never outright made an advance on you, respecting your need to grieve, but you could tell from the boner he’d get every time you kissed him even a sweet innocent little kiss or put your arms around him that he needed more, and it made you feel even more horrible. You couldn’t help Chan when he was alive and now you can’t help Felix. You felt like the most selfish fucking human being in the world.

So when you’re woken up from sleep one night, feeling hot and with something hard poking against your ass, you decide to finally give back.

“Noona...” Felix whimpers into your ear, nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck, making goosebumps erupt along your body. You weren’t ready to go all the way yet but at least you could give him some release.

Turning on your back, you guide him to straddle you and let yourself slip into the right headspace. "You dirty little thing, humping your noona in her sleep?"

His eyes light up when he realizes that for the first time in a long time, you’re reciprocating, and he sighs in relief, starting to grind his hips against yours. Tantalizing, you lower the straps of your nightgown, a delicate pink satin piece that Felix bought for you, to expose your tits for him. He hums appreciatively, reaching out to touch, but you slap his hand away. “Only look.”

He shudders, nodding, and humps against you faster. "Noona, please, fuck me. Fuck your dumb baby."

"No whining." You reprimand, lifting his shirt up to his mouth and he obediently bites on it, muffling his noises. With the shirt up, his boxers are exposed, and you watch as every time he thrusts forward, the tip of his dick pokes out from his boxers, red and leaking. “And I thought you’d thank me for being so nice to a pervert like you.”

Felix pants around the fabric in his mouth, his dick dripping over your panties. Placing your hand on his ass, you feel the muscle clench and relax as he ruts desperately against you. “Is this how you wanna fuck noona? You think your little dick can make me feel good?”

He pushes the shirt out of his mouth with his tongue and babbles. “I can noona. Just let me put it inside.” He grabs his dick and runs the head of it over your clothed slit, making you shiver at the stimulation. Then he pushes the head against your hole but is prevented from pushing in because of the underwear “Just let me put it in, noona.”

“You’re a greedy little kitten aren’t you? Put your hands up to your chest, kitty.” You order, and he reluctantly obeys. “Now stick your tongue out and pant for me.”

He does so with a flush, looking like a cat in heat. Absolutely filthy.

“That’s it. That’s a good, boy. Putting on a show for noona.”

He nods happily, high off the praise you’re giving him. "I'm gonna cum for you noona. Watch me cum for you."

“I’m looking, little whore. Cum for me.” You purr, cupping handfuls of his ass as you encourage his now sloppy thrusts.

Felix cries out, cum spurting out of the tip of his cock and landing on your pretty silk nightgown. You tut disappointedly, “Look at the mess you made, kitten. You ruined my nightgown with your filthy cum.”

“I’m sorry, noona.” Felix pants, not looking sorry at all. In fact, he looks enraptured by the sight in front of him. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

He falls over your chest, suckling on your breasts gently as his breathing slows down and becomes deep as he falls asleep.

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That’s how things go for a long while. Just you helping Felix take the edge off without actually going all the way. You can tell he’s disappointed. He must’ve thought that this was the start of you reigniting your relationship, but you still can’t get yourself to be there for him in the way he needs you. And despite you acting romantically together and going on dates, you never officially acknowledged that you are in a relationship, and you can tell that this, more than anything, hurt him the most.

You feel pity and self-hate fill you up as you play with the boy’s hair, his head resting on your lap.

“How do you like the cocktail?” Felix asks lazily, taking you out of your thoughts.

You blink and take another sip of the drink he made you, appreciating the taste on your tongue. It’s actually pretty good, and you tell him exactly that. “But it seems quite strong. I’m a little lightheaded already. What’s in it, kitten?”

Felix giggles as he presses a finger to his mouth, making a shushing sound. “It's a secret.”

You smile fondly at him, soaking up his laughter along with the afternoon son, the calming rhythm of lix's breathing and the strong drink making you feel sleepy. You decide you’re gonna ask him if he’d like to take a nap with you, but before you can form your words, you abruptly get much sleepier, your eyelids turning to lead as they struggle to stay open to the world spinning around you.

You finally manage a little groan, attracting Felix’s attention. He looks up at you in question and his curious eyes are the last thing you see before it all goes black

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You wake up feeling hot and sticky. Groggily coming to, you blurrily see a mop of blonde hair over your exposed chest and feel wetness over your nipples. Despite your heavy head, you can immediately tell it’s Felix, and your thoughts trudge along as you try to think of what you were doing last but the memory is too fuzzy.

You’re easily distracted when you feel his moans against your skin as he kisses and suckles on your breasts, his hips dragging over your thigh needily. You try to move your hands to push him away, confused and mad that he is touching you without permission, but you only hear the sound of metal clanking as your hands stay above your head, and with a panic, you realize that you were shackled to the bed.

At the sound, Felix lifts his head up and smiles at you sweetly, as if nothing about this was weird. “Noona, you’re awake!”

You stare at him in bewilderment, and he finally realizes what’s wrong. Sheepishly, he explains, “I’m sorry. You were taking so long to wake up and I couldn’t help myself.”

His words don’t really make the situation much clearer. "What is happening? Why am I bound?"

He smiles, moving up your body so his nose is touching yours. "You've been bad noona, rejecting me for so long. I tried to wait. I tried to be good for you but you still kept rejecting me. So I decided to push things along a little."

"What?" You ask, throat dry.

"I put a sedative in your drink so you'd pass out and I can play with you." He explains cheerily, like that was a completely normal and benign thing to do.

"What the fuck, Felix?” You shout, pulling on your shackles in alarm. “You're crazy."

"Crazy over you." He giggles, pinning your hands to the bed so you wouldn’t struggle. “Now stop or you’ll hurt yourself.”

“You’re the one who is hurting me!”

He frowns. “Don’t say that, noona. I’ve been taking good care of you, haven’t I?”

“And you think that gives you the right to drug and assault me?”

His frown deepens at that, all air of playfulness gone from around him. “Stop. Saying. That.” He grits, “I can’t assault you when you’re mine.”

He leans back and palms at your breasts greedily, his thumbs brushing over your wet buds, and you struggle to not arch up into his touch, a fresh wave of arousal sticking your shorts to your pussy even more. “You’re so perfect, noona.”

"Let me go." You cry, gradually getting more and more panicked.

"I'll never let you go again." His voice is gruff and it sends a shiver down your spine as he rubs his fingers over your clit coarsely. “So stop this or you’ll make me really angry, noona.”

You still immediately, thinking back on what he did last time he got mad. You could still feel the suffocation gripping your throat.

“If you’re wet, noona. I’ll know you want me too.” He pulls back from your chest and slowly peels your shorts down your legs, a gasp escaping him when he is undoubtedly greeted by your underwear sticking to your slick, puffy lips in arousal. “I knew it. Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

He grabs the top of your panties, pulling them up so they’d rub over your pussy, teasing you and delighting in watching you involuntarily squirm. “You’re so sensitive, noona.”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” He slinks your panties down your legs then pulls your thighs up, spreading your legs wide for him, and moaning out in appreciation. “Ah, fuck, noona…so hot.”

His fingers slowly rub over your exposed, drenched pussy, driving you crazy with the deliberate, wide strokes. You have to fight hard to not close your legs around him. “Want more, noona?”

You bite down on your tongue. You won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting it out loud. Resolutely, his fingers trail down your pussy and into your warm, tight heat, and you can’t fight back the gasp that is ripped from you. You shake as his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you. And when he puts his mouth on you, your moans flow out, not caring anything for your ego.

Felix moans into your pussy, eating you out slowly too, maddening slow as if he was kissing you. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue on you make you burn in shame and arousal.

He stays between your legs a long time, driving you mad, his tongue deliberately moving along your folds and and his lips sucking on your sensitive skin, while his fingers stay inside your pussy and relentlessly but equally as slowly rub against that sweet spot inside you. You feel the burn gradually build in your body, it fries your brain and by the time you cum, your entire nervous system is on fire.

He climbs up your body, looking down at you with the most fucked out look on his pretty face, his eyes absolutely glazed over with lust as he bucks his crotch against you and kisses your mouth the same way he did your pussy. You taste yourself on him so clearly it feels like the taste is imprinted on his tongue forever.

Pulling away, a trail of saliva and cum connects your lips. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Let me go, baby.” You coax gently, hoping he won’t get upset if you’re sweet. “Let me go and I'll fuck you."

He shakes his head, "I know you're lying to me, noona. I know I have to break you in first before I let you go."

You pale, bile rising up your throat at the ominous words. "Break me in… how?"

"You’ll see." He giggles, craning your neck up and kissing your skin harshly, growling in between the sloppy kisses, "But when you're over those worthless boys, maybe you can fuck me again. I hate being a bad boy but this is the only way to make you see."

Pulling back from your stinging neck, he presses his dick to your entrance. Your pussy spasms around the tip of his dick, and he chuckles deeply. “Look how needy your pussy is for me. Noona was wasting time being a little slut and letting those bastards touch her when she could've had me." He says reproachfully, as if you were a misbehaving child, and it makes your anger flare up and overpower your fear.

"I don't want you, you freak." You spit out and he slaps you, hard, the force of it busting your lip open. Taking a deep break, he calms himself down and smiles again. "Now that's not very nice, noona. After all I've done for you." He leans down and licks at the drop of blood that sprung from your lip, moaning at the taste.

"You made me wait for so long, noona. I can't wait anymore." He shakes a little, as if it really was hurting him physically to hold back. Pushing into you, he lets out a shuddering cry. "I love you so much. You're finally mine."

You arch your back as he buries himself all the way inside of you, and he takes that opportunity to bend down and pluck one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimper against him, making him speed up his thrusts.

“I’m making you feel good, aren’t I, noona?” He grunts, keeping your legs wide open as he fucks into you but you don’t reply, angering him. Suddenly, you’re flipped onto your stomach, and he pushes himself between your spread legs so you can't close them, plunging his dick back inside you. “You will not ignore me, noona. I will not allow it.”

He steadies himself on both sides of you and leans over you, trapping you under him and fucking you hard and slow, trying to get as deep inside you as possible despite his size and making you shiver as his dick drags against your walls. He gradually speeds up, his dick gliding easily over the track it made, overwhelming your poor pussy.

He fucks you so well, and you’re entirely, completely ashamed of how good it feels. It seems like he is intent on humiliating you, his dick hitting the sweet spot inside of you perfectly with each thrust, and your pussy keeps clenching around him more and more as the sound of your flesh smacking together fills the room. You’re transfixed under him, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open with your back perfectly arched to receive his thrusts, and soon, he grunts into your ear, "I'm so close."

Your eyes snap open urgently. “Pull out. I'm not on birth control. You can’t cum inside me." You explain hastily. You had stopped taking the pill ever since Chan had passed away. You weren’t fucking Felix so you felt no need to take it.

"I know, noona." He says and you almost sigh in relief, fully expecting Felix to whine but pull out. But to your horror, he continues, "Gonna breed you so you'll never leave me again."

Your breath catches in your throat and your nerves go numb. You sob, “Felix, please no. Pull out, baby please. I won’t leave. I’ll stay.”

“You will.” He promises you, and doesn’t pull back. Instead, fucking you harder and spanking your ass as he grunts loudly, "Take it like a good noona."

He empties himself inside of you, his hot cum flooding your pussy, and to your great shame, that pushes you to cum too, your pussy milking him obediently. He praises you happily, "Good noona, taking all my cum. Your pussy knows you belong to me."

You think he’ll be done now, having fucked you and filled you up. But to your horror, he turns you on your side and embraces you from behind. Lifting one leg up in the air, he starts fucking you again. With how wet you were and his previous ejaculation, wet lewd sounds fill the room along with his low grunts and your breathless gasps.

He spends the whole night fucking you, taking you in every position conceivable and making sure to empty every little drop inside of you, apologizing for being a bad boy and promising you that he'll take any punishment you give him once you’re pregnant with his baby and he can be sure you'll stay.

The worst part is that he makes sure you cum too, seeming intent on not allowing you any space to later claim like you didn’t enjoy yourself, murmuring praises into your ear every time you orgasm. "Good noona, cumming around my cock. Kitty is so happy with you. You wanna cum again?"

You are almost passed out when he’s done fucking you. Leaving you used up and sprawled out on the bed, he gets up to retrieve something. When he gets back on the bed, you purposefully don’t look at him, expecting him to now try to suck up to you and get you to forgive him.

But he doesn’t say anything and you suddenly jolt at the sharp sting you feel along your inner thigh. You look down in horror to see felix carving something with a knife onto your skin. His own name.

You shout and begin to struggle, only to quickly realize that you shouldn't be moving around with a sharp knife so close to your genitals, and Felix is aware of that too. He ignores your tearful pleas and pained screams until he’s all done. Brandishing the now bloody knife, he whispers conspiratorially, “Wanna know something, noona?”

You don’t reply but he doesn’t care, smiling as he pushes the knife to your throat. “This is the knife I used to stab Jisung.” Your stomach drops and your blood beats frenziedly against the knife pressed to your skin. “It’s also the same knife I used to kill Chan.”

You stay frozen in place, not even breathing, not even blinking.

"I didn't want to kill him. I really loved him. He was the only one I was willing to share you with but he left me no choice.” He goes on, pouting slightly as if he was lamenting losing his favorite mug. “But it’s better this way. Now you’re all mine. And once you're broken in, I'll let you use this to mark me up too."

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A/N: let me know what you think of the ending. I love to hear it!

[pinkteapotwriting]

Happy Birthday Remus part 2

Part one Happy Birthday Remus!

Warning : Smut, this is just smut. Minors DNI, Switch!Sirius x Dom!Remus x Sub!Reader

Edging, slight over stimulation kinda idk, oral, food mention and I think that’s all of it

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Summary : Sirius is mad about the little stunt Remus had you pull the day prior, so he breaks Remus’s rules and plays with you how he sees fit. 

Word count :1826

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You awoke to the sun gently sweeping across your face as you separate yourself from Sirius’s chest. The only thing that could be brighter than that hazy yellow pouring in is the smile you gave while looking at Remus spooning Sirius. His arms wrapped around him tight, like the only security blanket left in the world. Not wanting to interrupt the sweet sight you got up to go get ready by yourself. 

Your legs were quite tender from the night before, not that you were complaining. You made your way to the bathroom to start your routine, but when you stepped over the edge of the tub to take a shower your sore legs betrayed you. With a not too painful, but still solid plop you hit the floor landing on your bum. 

“Ow.”

“Y/N?” A voice resounded in concern.

The sound of rushed pattering made its way to the bathroom. 

“Y/N! Love are you alright?” This time you could tell it was Sirius who asked.

Giggling the whole time you responded, “I’m okay I promise! My legs are just sore from last night.” 

Sirius gave a huff as a reply and simply walked past to fill the tub as an alternative for your certain destruction, while Remus scratched the back of his head and mumbled his apologies before retreating briefly.

Sirius pulled you from the floor and set himself in the tub with you nestled in front of him. You tilted your head back against his shoulder in absolute bliss as he rubbed his hands up and down your thigh.

“Y/N love?”

“Yes darling?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know you enjoy being submissive, but last night taught me not to take advantage of that. Please remember to let me know if I’m pushing your limits.”

“Baby, we have a safe word for a reason! I love you so so much and appreciate you checking in. I promise to let you know if you ever make me uncomfortable. There’s no hard feelings and to be quite honest I definitely prefer when you boys dominate me.”

You shivered as one of his hands wrapped around your waist while the other enclosed around your throat pulling your ear to his hypnotic lips. 

“Well that’s good to hear, cause I’d be remiss if I didn’t get to leave you absolutely decimated tonight after your little show yesterday.”

The twang of pleasure that shot straight to your core only increased when the hand that rested on your waist found its way to your clit. 

“Yeah, yesterday you talked a big game, but it looks like you’re already dripping for me puppy.”

You whined softly, but were quickly muted when Sirius’s hand engulfed the lower half of your face. He knew Remus’s rules quite well and touching what belonged to him without permission would certainly get him in trouble. However, the prospect of teasing you all day, toying with Remus’s precious puppy under his nose was thrilling. In short he loved making you squirm. So he wasn’t about to let you ruin his fun so soon.

“None of that now, Moony would hear and ruin our fun for touching you without permission. If you want to cum at all today you’ll be a good puppy and keep your mouth shut and obey. Are we understood?”

You nodded weakly already so close to your release. 

“Aw baby your legs are shaking bet you’re close huh, does my pretty girl wanna cum?”

You let out a muffled yes against his hand and he just chuckled. “Too bad I can hear Remmy coming up the stairs, maybe another time. Remember to be a good puppy.”

Before you even got the chance to pout Sirius released his grip and went back to rubbing your thighs while Remus entered holding a tray with three cups of tea and three plates of leftover chocolate cake. 

“Sorry love, I just thought it would be nice if we had breakfast in the bath.”

“Good thinking Rem, less moving around for her that way. What do you say sweetheart?”

You did your best to hide your guilt and smiled sweetly at the man you adored. 

“Thank you Remmy.”

He just smiled back at you and disrobed so he could join you all in the bath. Sirius didn’t dare make a move while Remus was there and he was much better at hiding the previous occurrence. You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable since last night wasn’t exactly gentle and Sirius made sure you were extra sensitive to any touch. You were puddy in his hands, perfectly malleable and so in your tired bleary mind state you only craved to do what was asked of you. Despite it being a conflict of interest between obeying Remus, and obeying Sirius. 

(Remus is clearly the big boss around here, anyway) 

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Luckily it was a Sunday so you had nowhere else to be, but it was also just as unfortunate considering Sirius would be able to keep you in his clutches. Every time Remus left the room he had his hands on you. Sirius made sure you were adorned in his biggest t-shirt (your usual lounge wear) so he could have easy access without arousing suspicion. His hands always found the most delicate places while his mouth wreaked havoc on your even more so delicate mind. 

“Be quiet sweetheart, don’t want Remus to find out you’re not his good girl, his obedient little puppy.”

“Bet you’re just desperate to cum, I can’t even keep count of how many times I’ve edged you today.”

“Beg and maybe I’ll be generous, come on pup beg for it”

Of course it didn’t matter how many times you would cry out, only for it to be muffled by his hand. He was not planning on giving you what you so desperately needed anytime soon. Sirius loved the sounds he’d pull from you. He was just such a glutton for your punishment. The prospect of breaking Remus’s rules thrilled him, that he was touching what didn’t belong to him. He knew he was risking punishment, but the feeling of you clenching desperately around his fingers only spurred him on.

Meanwhile Remus was confused by your jumpiness and reaction to touch. You had never been like this the day after. Usually all you wanted was to be held and take it easy, but you basically rejected his touch and he was so afraid that he pushed your boundaries too far last night. Poor Remus wasn’t aware of that tight coil in your stomach that Sirius had created, that made any lingering touch almost put you in overload.

You were all settled on the couch and little to his knowledge under the blanket you had covering your lap Sirius was slipping his cock between your wet folds. Course you knew your only job was to sit still and keep him warm, but that didn’t make it any more uncomfortable. You had been denied orgasm time and time again with just his fingers and now his dick was buried deep inside you and you weren’t allowed to move. It was infuriating. 

“Y/N, love? Can you come and cuddle me now please? I’m getting cold over here.”

Sirius’s grip tightened on your waist as a low warning, so you were forced to hang your head and shake your head no.

“Sweetheart did I do something to hurt you last night. Please I feel like you’ve been off all day. If I caused you pain in any way I’ll never forgive myself. What can I do to make it up to you.”

In a rush you got up and straddled Remus’s thigh. You just couldn’t take it anymore and started clutching his shirt and nuzzling your tear filled face side to side against his chest.

“Puppy what’s wrong, what did I do?”

You only shook your head and started rutting against his thigh. Your body acting of its own volition answering for you. 

“Darling hey hey hey slow down what’s going on.” He glanced down and his eyebrows raised at the sight. You were absolutely soaking and he had the new wet patch on his pants to prove it. 

“Daddy I need to cum so bad it hurts.”

He then made eye contact with a very guilty looking Sirius, then decided your needs were much more important than whatever Sirius had to say, he’d deal with him later. 

“What’s wrong precious, what happened pretty girl”

“Siri-” you choked out a sob, “Siri told me he wouldn’t let me cum and he said I wasn’t your good girl and- and daddy it hurts in my belly I need to cum so bad.”

“Oh Y/N you’re always my good girl, my precious pup. Do you want Daddy to make you feel all better? Siri is just a meanie come on let’s go to the bedroom.”

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Remus had you sprawled out on the bed, making sure your head was supported by Sirius’s lap. His head was between your legs, eating you out like a starved man. Your incessant mewls and whines broke his concentration.

“Come on what do you want love Daddy can fix it for you. Do you want Daddy’s cock?”

You managed a pitiful nod and soon enough your wish was granted. 

Remus kept a steady pace as your fingernails clawed into Sirius’s legs. He could tell by your trembling you were so close.

“Fuck Y/N” Sirius groaned, “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to make you wait so long, but you look so pretty fucked out like that. You’re such a good girl waiting so patiently”

“That’s right puppy, you’re such a good girl taking my cock so well, come on love cum for me.”

As the sweet relief of your climax finally being within reach you sobbed in ecstasy. Your orgasm left you breathless as  the immense pleasure could rival a tidal wave crashing over you. Remus would normally chase his own high, but you had been overstimulated enough so instead he pulled out and stroked his length while eyeing Sirius angrily. Sirius gulped.

Even in your exhausted state you still could use the manners they trained you to have. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Of course good girls always get to come. Not selfish gits who break my rules though. Tell me pup, how many times did Siri edge you today?”

“I- I lost count, Remmy.”

A wicked grin covered his face, but his fiery gaze remained unyielding.

“That’ll be a good start then, okay pretty girl can you grab the bonds for me? It seems our naughty boy didn’t learn his lesson yesterday.”

How lucky were you, to be taken care of in so many different ways by the two men you adored above all else.

“Yes Daddy”

Before you did what you were told you couldn’t help but relish in the fear and anticipation on Sirius’s face. Wondering, and craving for what would happen next…

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