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violetmina · 2 years ago

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Chokehold - Ch. 9

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Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,787

Warning: Swearing, adult themes, mentions of assault, drugs, blood, and good ol’ Butcher himself.

A/N: A slightly shorter chapter for once. But hoping it's still a good one. Enjoy!

For the first time in weeks, you don't dream of Butcher. You don't dream at all, solely because you can't sleep. You're wired, a captive in your bed, bound restlessly by unresolved lust, feelings you don't dare yet name, curiosity, and one that suspiciously resembles the most dangerous of them all - hope.

You blame Butcher's kiss for that one. If it had been a heated thing, a biting, bruising contact that you would expect from someone as rough and ragged as him, then you'd probably feel a bit different. You just hadn't expected him to be soft. You weren't prepared for the tenderness, for the contrast of the scruff of his whiskers to the plush of his lips, like a warm ghost resting at your mouth.

With the possibility of hope comes a more familiar feeling. Fear. Just a little, coiled beneath your sternum with potential to grow. It's familiarity is not comforting and you twist in your sheets as you try not to taste it, or seek any trace of Butcher left on your lips.

You may not dream in slumber but you still daydream. Another reason you can't sleep. Because you keep wondering all the ways he meant when he had said those three little words; we ain't done. You keep wondering, half-hoping that he'll call, letting you know all that had been found at the hospital. Or even for him to show up at your door immediately after, that brusque knock to sound at any moment. You wonder, despite trying not to, just how deep his well of tenderness could go.

A press of your fingers and you check the time on your phone. One AM. You sigh against the pillow. Also against your better judgment, you keep wondering just how different your night would be right now if Frenchie hadn't forgotten his damn key. Which afterwards you realized wouldn't have mattered much anyway since MM still had called only moments after he and Kimiko had left. And that annoying little voice had been right; you wanted more than just a short string of one night stands with Butcher. Nonetheless, lust warms between your hips like warm coals again at the possibilities.

If they hadn't shown up, if you had given in, do you think he would have ignored that call?, it whispers. Or do you think he'd shush you while he kept you writhing on-?

"Christ, calm down!," you hiss into the dark. With an irritated huff, you throw back your covers and sit up in bed. You then pad to your bathroom, wrenching on the faucet to splash cool water on your face. After patting your face dry with a towel, you sigh in defeat and head out to your kitchen.

Sleep is too evasive tonight, so you fill your kettle to lure it with some tea. As the water begins to heat, you glance over your texts. MM's about the gala that you'd shown Hughie nags at you, reminding you that you should get in contact with Annie somehow. And still nothing from Butcher.

Rather than torturing yourself further, you put your personal phone aside and dig out your burner. You thumb through the pictures of the Persuasion files, skimming for anything you might have missed. Some little clue that would shift all this in your favor.

The devil is in the details, you remind yourself. So let's exorcize it. What are our details?

The kettle begins to softly squeal its displeasure and you pause long enough to prepare your tea. The little domestic task does nothing to distract you from the growing unease you feel along your spine, and after a quick scalding sip you start digging again. All the information is still there; the tests, the notes, the ambiguity of the subjects left both nameless and faceless. A single line of text nibbles at your interest; alternative demographics in market.

The unease seeps into tension across your shoulders and the back of your neck. What could that mean? What demographic or market did Vought not already have their greedy, controlling fingers in? And how is Walsh involved?

Then another thought, suddenly, What if it's not about Vought? What if it's now for somebody else?

You lean back against the kitchen counter. What if it was for Vought and isn't anymore? What if the company was right, that it was stolen…they just didn't realize Walsh was the thief? You tap your fingers against your mug as the ideas continue on. It still left the riddle. Vought had all the means of making Persuasion into something, it was for their supes. So…

"What do you gain, James," you whispered into your tea, "by crossing Vought and staying on their payroll? Why do you avoid their resources?"

The symptoms for both supes and non-supes of the study stare back at you from the screen, giving you no answers. All that uncertainty, the pain they suffered, and the scientific callousness only pushes your unease further. You finally jam the burner back in its hiding place, defeated again. You can't hardly think with all the hairs standing on the back of your neck-!

You swallow a mouthful of tea, slowly looking about your shadowed apartment. It's very much like hours ago, back at the office, and a pesky little spark of excitement rises up. With cautious steps you begin surveying your home, peering around corners.

"Butcher?," you softly inquire the silence. After a pause, moving in the direction of your living room, you try again. "Billy?"

You knew he had a reputation for sneaking - or rather breaking - in and out of wherever he pleased. You wouldn't put it past him to attempt another jump on you. But as you step into the living room, the hairs on your arms also raise, the spark sputters out. This feels different. This feels wrong. You swear you feel eyes on you, intense enough that you make a rapid mental sweep of any and all weapons in your home.

You hold your breath for a moment, ears straining for any sound out of place. There is nothing. With ginger fingers you creep up to your window, turning so your back is to the wall and not the room, and just barely part the curtains to peep. Your eyes scan the scenery, craning to the street, glaring into windows for a chance of someone glaring back. Still nothing out of place. But the feeling of being watched persists.

Just as your eyes rise up to the rooftops across from your apartment, there's a disturbance high in the atmosphere. You suck in a breath as you step back from the curtains, not daring to look up into the sky. Then shake your head, stumbling back to the kitchen to pound the rest of the tea.

You crawl back into bed, unnerved even though the feeling of being watched has receded. Closing your eyes, you try to encourage sleep to take over again.

You didn't see anything, you try to soothe yourself. It was probably just cop lights reflecting off the building. And a plane overhead. He doesn't know you even exist. He wasn't there.

But when you eventually drift off, the briefest blur of red, white, and blue on the roof, just that fraction of a second, still plays on a relentless loop in your mind.

^^^

Are you okay?

It's one of the few things you recognize in Kimiko's sign language, and it's one of the first things said to you when you walk through the door the next morning. She cocks her head to the side as she looks you over, an air of concern in her frame. As you slough off your coat at your desk with a sigh you nod, hoping your smile is reassuring.

"You look like you need an espresso IV," MM calls as he lines up a stack of papers on his desk just so. "Did you not sleep last night?"

"A little," you shrug, slipping into your chair as Frenchie props his boots up on his own desk. "Just so excited to be working with you guys," you half-joke.

"What? No frisky rendezvous for you last night? What with you and all your 'plans'?," Frenchie grins with a waggle of his brows.

You can't help the scalding look you throw at him. No thanks to you!, you think. But you instantly remind yourself that it's not really his fault and it was probably for the best anyway. Instead, after Kimiko generously hands you a cup of coffee and a small serving of donuts, you thank her and reply to him, "Not in the cards for me right now. I'm sorry I didn't really get to those files. I know it wasn't exactly professional just throwing my bag in the door last night. Was in a rush."

"All good. We moved it last night, we were here for just a moment," Frenchie says. "Besides, we have some things for you before we deal with your new cases."

"Such as?"

"Butcher and I followed up on a lead last night," MM cuts in. "A young woman was dumped at the ER over at Bellevue. She checked off the symptoms."

"What did you find?"

MM pulls over a chair to sit on the other side of your desk. He shakes his head as he settles into the seat. "Not anything good. She was out of it. Eyes more glazed than these goddamn donuts. She seemed one of the lucky ones that didn't have a bad trip coming down."

"Did she tell you what happened to her?, " Frenchie asks.

"Not much. From what we could make out, she went to a party with her friends. Having a good time. From what she can remember, they were approached by a few guys, offering to buy them drinks. And then she woke up in the hospital."

"Assault?," you ask quietly.

"It looks like there was an attempt. She had defensive markings. Thankfully, the medical staff who examined her says that there were no signs of sexual assault. Working theory right now is whoever gave her the drug tried to get her to a second location, and with a fight she was able to get away."

"Who dropped her off then?," Frenchie asks with a shrug. "If we know where the party was, perhaps we can find out who slipped her this shit in her drink."

"That's where it gets weird," MM replies with a wave. "She didn't drink. All her tests came back clean of everything, even alcohol. Just Persuasion. She said she's usually the mom friend, so she was staying sober to keep an eye on them."

"So they didn't administer it orally. Sounds like she needed a mom friend this time," you muttered. You glance about the office, wiping glaze crumbs from your mouth before asking, "Speaking of friends, where's Butcher? It's not like him to dodge new cases."

"Butcher left right after the ER to track down the party venue, see if we could get eyes on security footage."

You blink as a little anxiety stirs at his words. "He's not back yet?"

"Haven't seen him this morning," Frenchie answers with a mouthful. When you turn to Kimiko she only shakes her head.

"Has anybody called to see where he's at?," you ask, trying to keep the edge from creeping into your voice. "Check to see if he's found anything?"

"Relax. Butcher's a grown ass man. He can handle himself and whatever bullshit finds him just fine," MM answers. His eyes narrow as he peers into your face. "What's got you on edge?"

"I'm not on edge," you counter. "I'm more concerned about his ability to find bullshit where there wasn't any to begin with."

Frenchie snorts as he swings his feet off the desk with a thud. "You can say that again."

MM gives a slow nod. "Mmhm…" He shifts, leaning towards you. If anybody had better interrogation skills than Butcher, your money would be on the imposing man before you. You feel like you're under a microscope. After a beat he continues, "That reminds me of the other thing we needed to talk about before we go any further."

"Oh?"

"Don't get me wrong. I'm kinda glad to see you getting back with all of us in the gang. Hell, we all are. Except maybe the kid, of course."

"But…?," you press with a wave of your hand.

"But we all got fairly common ground on this. Either Vought took someone from us, or some precious part of our lives we can't get back. We got skin in the game. And as far as we know, you don't." He taps the desk for emphasis. "So before we catapult you back into the trenches with us, we gotta know - Why? Why you wanna be in all this so bad?"

All eyes on you, MM's in particular, you shift in your chair. You take a long sip of coffee as you gather your thoughts as coherently as possible. Finally, you answer, "I was just helping an old friend at first. But not long after that first favor, Butcher said something that I couldn't get out of my head. It made me want to try to fix things."

"And what, pray tell, did that sly bastard say?" A touch of disdain colors MM's tone.

"He said…that Ryan had asked Mallory if he could still have piano lessons."

There's a long beat. You could hear a pin drop as all their faces go blank at the unexpected response. Kimiko makes a sign that you're not certain of, but you suspect is equivalent to “The fuck?”.

"I, uh, I don't -" Frenchie shakes his head. "I don't understand."

"Ryan was taking piano lessons," you say firmly. "He and Becca were in that compound. And he had piano lessons. Somebody was in there giving him lessons."

After a second of letting it sink in you press forward. "They had neighbors. They had a garbage truck that came by everyday for almost eight years. Someone drove that truck. Somebody cut his hair. And Becca's hair. I don't know if there was a faux grocery store. But somebody made sure there were groceries for all of them."

You take another sip of coffee, watching the slow realization fill the room. "Vought built an entire compound and filled it with people, like some petting zoo. All for that kid. But they don't see him as a kid, do they? They see a reboot of Homelander. Growing him up like a cash crop. And maybe all those people were just part of the company. But I can't help but wonder…what if they weren't? What if they were all thrown in there to keep other secrets under the rug, like poor Becca?"

You look at each of them with a frown. "Do we know? After Becca and Ryan escaped, do we know what happened to them? I mean especially since Homelander found out! Did Vought just let them go, abandoned that hellsite? Or did Homelander massacre them all for playing along, for hiding his son?"

You turn to MM with a shrug. "Has anybody even bothered to ask? Or do we only care about the casualties when we know them personally?"

Each of them sit up straight, as if you had jabbed them. Before they can say anything you say quietly, "I'm not judging. I know we can't save everybody. What I'm trying to say is…Vought shouldn't have that much power. They shouldn't be able to fuck with so many lives on that kind of scale. It's wrong. And we…I need to do something. I mean I can't drive a tank, or dodge bullets, or sway crooked politicians. But what you guys are doing, as crazy and suicidal as it is, feels like a pretty good place to start."

After a beat, and their eyes on you making you feel self-conscious, you snort, "Besides, somebody's gotta keep Hughie outta trouble!"

A soft smile appears on Frenchie's face as he stands to approach. "Really? You think you can keep petite Hughie out of trouble? With Monsieur Charcuterie around?" He gives you a playful pat on the shoulder. "Now that's some bullshit."

"Grade-A bullshit," MM snickers. He gives you a smile as well before it morphs back to a hint of curiosity, "Wait…Butcher talks to you about Ryan?"

"Umm…Occasionally?"

He only gives another slow nod in response. Then proceeds to wipe his hands clean before standing, the chair creaking in relief. "Alright. That's enough of the interview. You should get out while you can. But that's on you. Now…how about we start prepping for that damn party?"

^^^

You ride a slow seesaw of relief and nervousness when you finally step out of the flatiron to head home that night. It felt good to be back in the loop with the crew, a plan fleshing out for the upcoming mission. You'd poured over the schematics of the gala venue, a more modern setting with a maze of backrooms, elevators, stairways and hallways tangled around the main ballroom area. Part of you was glad that you would be up front instead of navigating that mess, aside from an exit strategy that is.

The gala would be on the top floor, fifteen stories above the street, in the biggest open floor plan the building had to offer. MM and Frenchie had made it a point to have you locate and memorize every possible exit, as well as the general areas they would be infiltrating with Kimiko. It was still being decided who would take which floors, however, the idea was simple; the three of them would start at the top floor and work down to the basement and loading areas under the building in search of Walsh's operations.

As already assigned, you'd work the ballroom and its adjoining balcony. Essentially, you'd be a watchdog for Walsh's activity and any of his potential associates and clients. If you picked up on any clues, you'd pass them on to the trio. Hughie and Butcher would be surveillance in the van at street level, within the general vicinity of the gala, ready to relay whatever you couldn't see on the floors below you.

The exact equipment was still to be determined, but you'd be wired with audio and video feed for Butcher and Hughie. Which meant you needed to get your evening attire sorted out straight away, an endeavor that Hughie seemed to have sensed not long after you and the trio had finally delved into Neuman's newest casework. You reread the coded text he had sent that afternoon as you continued home.

Annie is up for that girl’s night out the evening after next! She's pretty slammed with her job after that, so make it count. Come by my apartment at 4pm to get the pregame going.

Troubleshooting the dress code for self-defense was still not something you were looking forward to. Hopefully Hughie was right in that Annie would know how to pick a dress you could wear while performing murder yoga on potential assailants. Despite Butcher's insistent mistrust of her, you didn't mind the opportunity to spend time with her.

Here the emotional seesaw tilted away from relief. Still minding your steps and your surroundings as you entered your building, you backed out of Hughie's message and scrolled to find your conversations with Butcher. The message you had sent him safely out of MM's line of sight that afternoon had remained the same - unanswered. Not even left on read.

You let out a sigh between pursed lips as you ride the elevator to your floor. As the numbers light up in ascension, you do your best to ease your unsettled nerves. You know MM is right. Butcher had gone radio silent for days on a few occasions in the time you've known him, this was nothing new. In due time, he would swagger through the door with little to no event. And he was one of the most capable among you, the most to adapt and overcome in shitty situations. But you weren't wholly deflecting when you had mentioned his ability to find trouble.

The doors to the elevator open and you approach your apartment door thumbing through your keys. In moments you're home safe and sound. Door shut and secured behind you, you shuffle in, heel-toeing out of your shoes as you still try to ease your nerves.

He's probably just following that lead still. Hitting the pavement, doing what he does. He's fine.

Are you more worried about what mess he'll dive head first into?, the little voice chitters. Or are you more worried that he may have changed his mind? That he just might be avoiding you?

That makes you sluggish in hanging up your coat. You hadn't wanted to admit it aal day, even to yourself. But it was true. Yes, you were worried if Butcher was OK. But you couldn't help but wonder in the back of your mind if he was avoiding you again, wonder if he would rescind that moment of tenderness he'd given. And you'd go tumbling back into the awful, awkward sphere of wondering where you stood in Butcher's complicated world. Or where he stood in yours for that matter.

I hope it's standing next to him. And him with me.

You can't help a bitter chuckle at the thought, breezing into your bedroom. "You sap," you mutter to yourself under your breath. Pausing at the foot of your bed with a stretch, you contemplate how to spend the rest of the night before sleep. As tired as you are, practice drills sound nothing but exhausting. The idea of takeout and a hot shower before succumbing to the siren call of your mattress sounds pure genius at this point.

In a matter of moments, you place an order for pizza on your phone, the lure of hot water on aching muscles too tempting to hold off beforehand. A confirmation text pings on your screen as you slip open your bathroom door. Satisfied you look up-

And choke back a scream with an airy curse. Your phone clatters on the floor as you stare wide-eyed at Butcher leaning over your sink. His head snaps up at your sound of shock. He blinks at you, a furrow in his brow forming as he seems to take a slow second to register that it's you in the doorway.

"Evening, love. You…weren't s'pose be home yet."

Perhaps the low drawl wrapped around his words would have been charming on any other night. But not tonight. Not now. Not with blood dripping thick along one side of his face, down one arm. Painting the porcelain basin red.

#billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #the boys fanfic

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higuchisora · 1 year ago

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Speaking as someone who watches anime, there are so many animes that don't even slightly indicate they'll have fanservice and boom, suddenly a half-naked teenage girl is in your face. Not saying "sex bad!!" But like. Time and place. Especially because, surprise surprise, not everyone wants to see someone's underwear out of nowhere!!! I've quite literally come across horror anime that's gone out of its way to jiggle a girl's tiddies AS SHE'S DYING. Not ecchi, not horror with ecchi subgenre, just completely advertised as some horror/thriller anime.

It doesn't make them a "prude", it's like not wanting gore in your romance book. The irony of people applauding Japan for this too, knowing the rampant sexual harassment and, ironically, very conservative values they carry IRL is hilarious. And before you come for me for criticizing another country/culture: I AM JAPANESE. Not in the "weeb" way either, in the "my mother is Japanese, it's my first language, I have a fucking Japanese citizenship" kind of way.

Just saying, it's genuinely difficult sometimes to find anime with premises I find entertaining AND doesn't include some random panty flashes, especially since its rarely advertised unless its straight up the plot (ex: ecchi or harem anime). Plus, its so prevalent that i almost feel like those who dont mind genuinely don't notice sometimes?

Which, with the (again) rampant sexual harassment issues in Japan (the panty stuff isn't as big of a deal anymore, but it was indeed a massive issue for a while and just took on different forms), just kinda leaves a bad taste in my mouth, if anything. Yeah yeah, fantasy vs reality or whatever, but reality often informs one's fantasies. Sexist guys often have sexist sexual fantasies- its not the fantasy that makes them sexist (you can have the same one and not be sexist), its the sexism that gives them the fantasy. There's a limit to separating art from artist. There's a reason the anime industry is not only mostly male dominated, but the fans are as well (in Japan).

The only genres they don't really bother with are explicitly geared towards women, which are often strictly shojo/romance (cute but not my cup of tea), slice of life (still sometimes has it, and isn't my taste) or some kind of empty fluff-only show (again cute, but eventually boring). This isn't to trash on anime with fanservice, nor am i trying to make an attack, but to act as if this is some bold move on Japan's part to put a half naked (often teenage) girl in a shounen Boys Club anime is kinda odd, tbh. It's about as revolutionary in my eyes as action movie #473049 having yet another Hot Girl clinging to the main man the entire time and contributing nothing. Again, like what you like, but dunking on others for expressing their frustration at something that ISN'T part of the genre expectation is... also kinda odd. I'd even call it a little lame, at the risk of getting someone up in arms about it.

Also at the risk of my opinion being absolutely discarded and invalidated, I'd like to say I'm asexual. NOT sex-repulsed, but either way I don't think I'd have to be any kind of aspec to just not be into constant fanservice? Or are allosexuals really just this consistently horny? Again, that's not an attack, I'm genuinely mystified at how something so banal can take up so much brainspace. I also think it's really hypocritical to tell people they shouldn't slut-shame/judge people because of sexual interests/etc. But then make fun of people and call them "prudes" for not being interested. It's like being pro-choice but trying to force someone into an abortion they don't want... and that's also as someone who's pro-choice. The point is the CHOICE. If anime did this, but with gore or violence instead of fanservice, I feel like the conversation would be a bit less... well, rude. I know I wouldn't appreciate random gore or other such content in my slice of life or lighthearted comedy anime, and it shouldn't be that different with sex, sexual content, or nudity either.

Anyway, this is escaping me. I have a tendency to forget myself and pick up unrelated points when I rant. Essentially, this isn't meant to be a call-out post, I don't want to hurt or fight anyone, but I wanted to get this off my chest because I've seen so many times people attacking others or making fun of them just for not liking sex or being interested in nudity/expressing frustration when they weren't warned ahead of time that it would include this content. I used this post above simply because it was the most recent one I've come across, I don't think this one's the worst or anything.

Have a good day, y'all.

non-weebs be like, “i don’t like all the boobs and ass in anime,” but then weebs be like, “okay but like which anime did you watch?” and non-weebs be like, “i can’t believe Big Titty Cherry Blossom Swimsuit Club had so many titties!”

#anime rant #gore ment tw #fanservice rant #opinion #is this a hot take? i dont think so but im beginning to wonder #no fighting please #i feel like i'll get hate for this #feel free to disagree #but i wont change my mind #insults will be blocked #im not angry but i am annoyed and i had a 2 spare minutes at work so #rant post #abortion mention #tell me if i need to tag anything

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larrythefloridaman · 2 years ago

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captains! with a little bonus Casual:

#updated design for val. ive drawn him before but am no longer satisfied with it #and listen i know its sacrilege to not give valentine the heart shaped tiddy window. and trust me i am allured by it.#but if i could get pretentious about character design for a sec i dont think its all that in character for him if im honest #smthn that always stuck with me wrt val and quad is ryan saying 'val is like a rollercoaster. quad is like skydiving.'#val is a dedicated and professional showman. all about the buildup and mystique amid the exciting ups and downs #so i simply think he'd leave a little more to the imagination. hence a formfitting but not exposing costume #and a nice comfy turtleneck in his downtime <3 #i think about val a good bit and i like him a lot but i feel like sometimes people have a very different read of him vibes-wise than i do #val is a showman through and through but i think he's kind of awkward outside the routine and distant spectacle of it.#when people catch him off guard in intros it shows and just listen to him stammer his way through that serious talk with heartbreak #he's percieved publically as The Perfect Man to some extent- order says so #and between barry and kakyoin i dont think thats a matter of her personal taste.#and he does want a significant other but when you're thought of as the perfect man only people with obnoxious egos think they deserve you #and to circle back to the conversation with heartbreak.#theres sometimes a compulsion to compare val and crimson to quad and order for Red Trauma reasons but #i think its interesting that one of the only times Val's ever talked about his experience with crimson he compared him to cupid.#especially since. like cupid. Crimson expressed similar obliviousness to what he'd done wrong in cpuk orange #seemingly genuinely not understanding why Valentine refused to be around him #anyhow. i also think Quad's helmet was attached and didnt come off until J0hn got to fiddle with him #for the Symbolism of revealing the face = him gaining access to all of his feelings he wasnt allowed <3 #cpu kerfuffle

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willowwhispersspeakeasy · 3 years ago

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What's something that makes the boys cum instantly, and what would their reactions be?

whooo boy this is getting moved up in post order bc I HAVE thought abt this in depth already anon you have come to the right blog

this content is not appropriate for minors

OM! love interests and what makes them cream their pants~

warnings: gender neutral reader, NSFW, lots of weird kinks (full list under the cut)

kink warning list: forced orgasm, monster fucking, voyeurism, praise, dirty talk, oral fixation, scratching, crying, overstimulation, sadism, masochism, restraints, oral sex, conditioning, hypnosis, tiddie sucking? im sure there's a word for that but unfortunately I don't know it.

okay so lets start off by saying, any of the brothers with whom you have a pact? yeah they will cum if you order them to. the pact will make them. boys could be sitting there not even touched and all you have to do is tell them “cum.” and they will.

Lucifer

first of all, Lucifer hates cumming quickly. its embarrassing. however, if you are domming him, his favorite punishment is you forcing him to orgasm using your pact. don't touch him, force him to sit there below you on his knees and order him to cum over and over until hes crying and shaking.

Mammon

Mams gets off on watching you pleasure yourself while hes tied up (or held in place by your pact~) and unable to do anything. he hates it but hes also whining and panting and begging for you all the same. he can actually cum just from watching you, as long as you are repeatedly praising him and dirty talking.

Leviathan

this one sounds weird b u t suck on his tail. the first time you do it he cums instantly. you can deep throat it if you want but suck his tail the way you'd suck his dick and he’ll respond like you were.

Satan

hes a sadist sure but if you know what you’re doing hes also a masochist. the first time you ran your nails down his back while he was plowing into you he nutted immediately. with enough practice and conditioning you can get him to the point where even just running your nail over his skin has him panting in an orgasm.

Asmodeus

Asmo can cum from words alone. it’ll take some practice but once you lean him well enough to know what level of dirty talk is required you can get him their without even needing your pact. altho if you wanna catch him off guard start with the dirty talk and then force him with the pact. he’ll thank you later.

Beelzebub

Beel can cum from just the act of going down on you. hes a hungry demon and wether you're ridding his face or all the way down his throat the taste of your cum can make him orgasm.

Belphagor

okay but here me out: hypnotism kink. im just saying pick a phrase and repeat it over and over while you stroke his cock and before long you can make him nut in his sleep just by whispering it in his ear.

Diavolo

bite him. hard. hes got a few places and if you bite down on just the right spot hes gasping and cumming. try the sides of his neck, his hips, and his thighs. chomp around enough and you’ll find them.

Barbatos

now for him, you’re probably going to need the help of a spell or a pact. Barbatos does what Lucifer wishes he could and he won’t come easily. don't feel bad, everyone’s sexuality is different and hes honored you were interested anyway.

Solomon

there are several spells you could use to achieve this. however if you’d prefer all natural, as we’ve learned from experience on his blog hes a boob guy. if you have them great, let him suckle for a bit and he might just cum in his pants. if you don't gottem? well there's something else he’d love to suck on- (dick or clit hes a determined man)

Simeon

touch his wings just right. now Simeon won’t let you see his wings under most circumstances, hes rather shy about them. and one reason is that, like Lucifer’s they are very very sensitive and so is the skin around them. if you stroke the skin of his back between them hes going to cry out and cream his pants on the spot.

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yestrday · 3 years ago

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Ok ok ok, so we have a Academy!Darling who’s got a weakness for Zhongli’s ass, but what about a Darling who’s weak for Kaeya’s boobs? I’m not sure if there’s a dress code in the Academy, but the day Reader sees Kaeya in a tight low-cut shirt that emphasizes his,,prominent pecs, is the day that Reader had to stop looking him in the eye

OMGGG, AND IF READER WAS TALLER THEN KAEYA SO ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS LEAN FORWARD A LITTLE BIT SO HIS SHIRT WOULD DIP OPEN FOR THEM TO SEE-

I need to stop myself now, this is getting into thirst territory

*looks into the abyss of simping* ah shit here we go again. will i look back on this post in shame? no probably not. the simp life is the cultured life.

( reader is implied to big. stronk. towering lady. giant man. enby with the high ground. actually no this is a big reader agenda. hello to the big readers. how are you doing. do you want to german suplex me into a coma. you’re welcome any time. kaeya is a whore...endous actor. i go on a rant on kaeyas big tiddies. so mild n/sfw )

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there is a uniform for a reason, kaeya. no you can't just have them hanging out like that. what are you flashing your nipples for? cover them up, slut. the sneaky fox will probably insist that he is covering them up and you doubt yourself for a while. after all, that top button certainly looks... buttoned. it’s definitely trying its best, but the booba is just too big.

honestly i think kaeya would have the most fun pulling this shit around a stoic reader. primarily because it’s absolutely intoxicating how he has them wrapped around his finger with a simple show of cleavage. look at you— cool, admirable, hardworking. you’re not a star student for nothing. you tower over a good chunk of the student body and somehow that adds to your big sibling allure.

and in comes your foxy senior (who drools, by the way, at the size difference). you know his tricks, he knows you do, but he can’t help but laugh at how you fall for them all over again.

“it’s so hot here, isn’t it, [your name]?” awww no. you know this one. he’s doesn’t even look tired at all and he looks more relaxed than flushed. still, you hand him your water bottle and direct your attention at a piece of rock. very interesting. yes.

kaeya stifles a laugh. not even one button undone and you’re already getting antsy. “haaah~” he’s exaggerating. the dude isn’t even trying to make it believeable. no. the man is on a mission to flash you his tits, not win a grammy. and you’re about to get an eyeful of them.

“really.” pop. “what.” pop. “a.” pop. “shame.”

how many buttons is that thing? actually, you’re both wearing a tracksuit right now, so how the fuck is he popping buttons. you peer up curiously, and oh. oh.

god they’re big. is your second thought. the first thought is a windows.exe shutdown error sound.

the third one is: what i’d do to suck them.

they’re big, round, smooth. big enough to fit in your large hands, soft enough for you to pinch and rub. the sweat from exercise trickles from his neck and glistens on his chest before they make their way down. sweat is salty, but you firmly believe that anything served on such a platter would taste nothing but sweet.

kaeya grins at how you stand like a statue, completely frozen solid. stoic face still stoic but now sporting a giant red flush. dear archons, are your fingers actually trembling? you are so cute. his lithe fingers intertwine with yours. you flinch at the unexpected contact, accidentally breaking away from his bajoinga-joinks and look into his one eye. it’s creased in mischief and glints with delight as he guides it to his chest.

“k-kaeya...” your normally firm and solemn voice is nothing more than a pathetic whimper. kaeya licks his lips with delight. your pure and obvious inexperience just makes the whole thing feel dirtier. “th- this is highly inappropriate...!”

how was he so wicked? his smile only becomes more excited as he puppets your fingers. they rub, flick, twist, and even pull. kaeya’s doing his best to act cool, but your rough hands on his soft chest makes him so hot and flustered that he can’t help make small audible gasps as you finally take the reins.

“inappropriate.. a-ah! heh.” he snickers. his digits trail up your abdomen and outline your chest, transparent through the flimsy fabric. “out in the field, for the whole school to see... their star student fondling the adopted disgrace of the ragnivindr family...”

a pit of shame and excitement pools in your gut as he pulls you in.

“you’re de~finitely going to be in trouble with me.”

+ bonus

“hey,” itto frowns, cupping his own chest and groping them shamelessly behind the bushes. “aren’t mine bigger though?”

upon getting no response, he pouts and begins to poke his partner’s hip. “hey. heeey~! ya listenin’?”

childe puts down the binoculars and glares at big booba man # 2. “shut up.” he hisses. “you’re too loud!”

itto scoffs, crossing his arm. “i think you’re just upset that you don’t have anything to offer.”

#yandere genshin x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere kaeya #yandere childe #yandere itto #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact childe #genshin impact arataki itto #yandere x reader #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #yandere genshin imagines #yester.writes #yester.au — academy 📓

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years ago

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Sitting on Your Baby's Face

Aether x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Face Siting, Oral Receiving, Mommy Kink, Top!Reader, Sub!Aether, Pussy Suffocation, Praise Kink.

Summary: Aether begs you to let him eat your pussy.

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The Traveler, that's what everyone calls him, beckoning him to help them, to do their measly little tasks that they're too lazy to do themselves, like he's some kind of slave.

That's the thing, he is a slave, but he only answers to one person...

You, his Mommy.

As everyone knows him by the title "Traveler", you know him as Aether, your sweet little baby boy that would do anything, anything to please you.

After coming back to the Serenitea Pot, exhausted from all the tasks he's commissioned to do, all Aether wants now is to just be with you.

Hug you tight, nuzzling his face on your soft tiddies, drop down on his knees and beg for you to just use him in everyway you please.

He loved it when you lead him to your shared room, your bodies both stripped of clothes, his cock already hard and ready just from seeing your body, your nipples against his skin when you hug him setting his own body on fire.

"Mommy..." Aether was almost certain that there was tears in his eyes, his body comfortable on your bed as you were on your knees beside him, cooing at him and caressing his face tenderly.

Your naked body was a sight for sore eyes, so perfect and soft, the blond boy had seen you bare so many times before, but the sight still leaves him panting, wanting to bury his face on your soft, warm breasts or even between your thighs.

Yes... He wants that, he wants his face between your thighs, lips on your pussy and lapping up your sweet juices.

The thought of that made Aether mewl instantly, his cock rising up even more, hardening as his mind was occupied by the thought of pleasuring his Mommy.

"Ohh... what's got my baby boy so excited?" You smile when noticed his cock twitching and standing up, pre-cum coming out of the tip as his calloused hands grab onto your wrists, his face rubbing against your soft palms.

"Please... Mommy." Aether was begging, his face was close to your thighs, just a little bit more and he can finally get a taste of your sweet sweet pussy.

"What? I don't know what you're on about." You were playing with him, enjoying his frustrated expression when you just wouldn't shove his face on your cunt after he begged.

He lets out a little groan, but you ignored his attempt of gesturing what he wants. "Can I..." Aether's face was flushed, "...I w-want to make Mommy feel good." He was about to sit up, ready to push you down onto the mattress and spread your legs apart to finally taste your sweet mouthwatering juices, but you stopped him, pushing down on his chest to prevent him from getting up.

"Can Mommy sit on her baby's face today instead?" Instantly did his mouth water at your question. You sitting on his face, it made his heart burst with happiness and his body heat up with lust.

You were amused as Aether frantically nodded at you, putting his hands together and pleading for you to sit on him. "P-Please... please..."

Words can not express his joy as you placed your thighs beside his head, your cunt lowering down on his face as his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you down to him immediately. "My, you sure are eager today, aren't you?" You giggled when he had forced your body down, his mouth meeting your warm center.

"Can my sweet baby eat Mommy's pussy, please?" With that, Aether can finally eat you out, suck your pussy for all its worth. He felt so proud of himself when you released moans from your mouth, telling just how good of a job he's doing, that he's such a good boy, his heart was soaring, can't think of anywhere else he would rather be than here, under you, slurping his Mommy's pussy dry.

You were smiling contently above him, your baby was just so amazing, not even complaining when his cock was turning red from need, angry that your walls isnt around it yet. It must be painful for your poor boy, his mouth was busy lapping you up, but his dick was standing up, so hard and dry, seemingly begging for release.

You start grinding on his face, much to his enjoyment, his arms tightening around your thighs. "Archons, Aether... I'm gonna cum!" You screamed in pleasure, grabbing him by his golden locks and pushing his face even harder against you.

The blond boy felt tears in his eyes once again, he couldn't breathe, but just the thought of you using his face to pleasure yourself made it all worth it.

With a loud moan, cum immediately gushed out of your pussy, staining his face with your glistening nectar. Aether had lapped it all up as you cum, not letting your wonderful juices go to waste.

After a few seconds, you finally got off him, his pants heavy to catch his breath. You looked back at him, you're precious baby boy, wiping away the few tears that got loose off his golden eyes.

"T-Thank you, Mommy..." Aether's face leaned on your hand, you softly caressing his cheek. His tongue had licked your cum from his lips, savouring your delicious taste.

"I should be the one thanking you, baby. You did such a good job." You sat up, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. "Mommy has to do something for her baby too." Chills ran up his spine as your other hand grabbed his cock, your thumb smearing the pre-cum on his tip as you start pumping up and down.

"Ahhh... M-Mommy~" Aether had buried his face on the crook of your neck, his blond locks tickling you whilst you place your legs around him, placing yourself above his lap.

Your pussy was right on top of his length, letting some of your cum drip out and wetten his cock.

But it was your turn to be surprised when Aether had grabbed your hips, dragging you don't onto his cock and forcing his way in. "A-Aether..." You weren't at all ready for him to just shove himself in all the way.

He had rolled both of you over, your back now on the mattress with him on top of you, balls deep into your soaking pussy.

"J-Just let me make you feel good, Mommy..."

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Requested by: @zelumither

Aether calling you Mommy, mmhhmm. I really had fun writing about very needy Sub!Aether so I hope you like this! Thank you for requesting!!!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #aether smut #aether x reader #genshin impact aether

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smileysuh · 4 years ago

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Birthday Boy

🌙 staring. Johnny & Doyoung & Taeyong & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. There’s only one thing Jaehyun wants from his friends for his birthday, and that’s a taste of their girlfriend. She’s already used to dating three idols, what’s one more?

cw/ tw. fivesome, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, spit roasting, no anal, sploshing/nyotaimori/food play, dom Johnny/Jaehyun/Doyoung, switch reader/taeyong, dirty talk, daddy count (4), sir, choking, biting, marking, bdsm themes, slight bondage, overstimulation, shower sex, jealous Doyoung, vouyerism themes, it’s just a LOT, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 13.1k

🍭 aus. idol au, poly au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. three aquarius’s and a cancer walk into a bar-

It’s nearly two AM and the entire group is drunker than any of them intended to be. Taeil is cuddling a passed out Haechan, who had crawled up to the oldest member, latched onto his arm, and refused to let go. Yuta, and Jungwoo are all arguing about something in the kitchen, probably which anime tiddies are better, they’d whipped out their phones to compare Hentai after one bottle of wine. Doyoung and Taeyong are busy parenting people with a tipsy Mark in tow, running around, giving water to Taeil who keeps pouring it on a plant in the corner and giggling to himself.

Johnny, meanwhile, enjoys time alone with Jaehyun. The two of them are happily situated on the couch, enjoying the way the other members run around.

It’s Aquarius season, with many of the NCT boys having birthdays. Johnny’s was four days ago, and he wonders if any of them have been sober since. Haechan has literally been walking around the dorm holding a bottle of vodka at all hours of the day, and Johnny is pretty sure Mark’s all but nocturnal at this point.

Jaehyun is a happy, giggly drunk, and Johnny has always enjoyed that about him. He enjoys the ease of their friendship, how he can talk to his best friend about anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything for your birthday?” Johnny asks, looking down at his watch.

He’ll have to be leaving soon, he knows you’re waiting for them at home and he feels like the past few days they’ve been somewhat neglectful of you. You’d treated both him and Doyoung to special birthday presents, his had involved pretty silks and lingerie that had made his mouth water, and for Doyoung, you’d been his perfect little sub for a whole day. Johnny wishes he could invite you to their little party, but it’s to celebrate Jaehyun’s birthday, and he’d said he only wanted the members there.

“I’m fine.” Jaehyun waves his hand, nursing his drink. Johnny thinks it must be his fifth one, and Johnny finds humour in the soft pink flush that's overtaken Jaehyun’s cheeks.

“There’s nothing you want?” Johnny says with disbelief. Jaehyun looks out at the room, purposefully avoiding his eyes, and Johnny can sense there’s something on his friend’s mind, “come on, tell me.”

Johnny knows he’s abusing the fact that Jaehyun is drunk. Jaehyun will tell Johnny just about anything when he’s been drinking, all it will take is a little push.

“No it’s nothing.” Jaehyun says again, rubbing his face with a hand as if to attempt to sober himself up.

“Come on,” Johnny nudges him with his shoulder, “it can’t be that bad right? I promise I’ll get it for you. Is it something expensive?”

Jaehyun shakes his head immediately, a huge, lazy smile working its way onto his face.

Whatever Jaehyun has on his mind as a present is a secret he’s going to try to keep, and Johnny is not having it.

“So it’s something cheap?”

“She’s not cheap!” Jaehyun responds without thought, expression turning to shock a moment later when he realizes he’s just betrayed a massive hint as to what he’d like as a present.

“She?” Johnny grins, “so you have a bit of a crush huh? You should have invited her!”

Jaehyun shakes his head, shutting his mouth firmly, as if he’s not going to say anything else.

But Johnny is too close to the truth to back down now. “Is she cute?” Johnny presses, earning a small nod from Jaehyun, “where did you meet her? Is she an idol?” Jaehyun stays quiet and Johnny takes this as a negative, “okay so not an idol.” Johnny thinks of more questions, “does she work with us? Is she someone we know?”

Jaehyun scrunches up his face and Johnny realizes he can only ask one question at a time. He also realizes that one of the questions merited a ‘yes’ answer, but not both, or Jaehyun would have been quick to nod. “So it’s someone we know.” Johnny says to himself.

“Johnny-” Jaehyun groans, his head flopping onto the back of the couch, “stop.”

“Tell me about her!” Johnny pleads, grabbing Jaehyun’s arm and shaking it, only partially to make sure Jaehyun doesn’t pass out in the middle of their conversation.

“Tell you about who?” Mark’s voice intrudes on Johnny’s thoughts, and the Canadian jumps onto the couch next to the pair.

“Jaehyun has a crush!” Johnny says excitedly, hoping that pressure from Mark will make Jaehyun spill his guts.

“Ooop.” Mark’s eyes widen, and he goes tense.

“Did you just say oop?!” Johnny asks, “oh my god, you know who he has a crush on! Jaehyun, you told him but you won’t tell me?! She must be really amazing”

“Who must be amazing!?” Jungwoo flops down, stretching his body across Johnny’s lap and nuzzling his face into Johnny’s thigh, eyes closing. He looks so much like a large cat that Johnny can’t help but put his hand on his friend’s head, petting the soft hair.

“Jaehyun’s crush.” Johnny coos down at his friend.

Jungwoo giggles, rolling onto his back so he can look up at Johnny, then he reaches out, pressing his pointer finger to Johnny’s nose, “boop, you’d know Hyung, she’s your girlfriend.”

There’s a moment of silence. Everyone is frozen, except Jungwoo, who is smiling and playing with Johnny’s hair. And then, everything happens at once.

“What!?” Johnny turns to look at Jaehyun. His sudden motion of turning to look at Jaehyun almost knocks Jungwoo off of Johnny’s lap, and the cat man groans and steadies himself, only to find Mark and Jaehyun looking down at him with wide eyes.

It’s then that he realizes his mistake.

Mark grabs Jungwoo and drags him off of Johnny’s lap so the two of them can escape while the shit hits the fan in Johnjae land.

“Johnny-” Jaehyun searches for a way to explain himself, his eyes going to Doyoung and Taeyong who are watching from a few feet away, In a non drunk world, Jaehyun may have said: “Johnny let’s talk in the bathroom”, unfortunately, Jaehyun is drunk, so instead, he hurls his body from the couch and runs to the bathroom without so much as a ‘follow me’.

Johnny is still in shock, but he can’t let this go. He has to go after Jaehyun, but first, he looks to Taeyong and Doyoung, who approach quickly, “what’s wrong with Jae?” Taeyong asks with concern.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Johnny holds up a hand.

“Make it quick.” Doyoung says, looking down at his phone, “or kitten will be asleep by the time we get home and then no one gets to have any fun.”

Johnny chuckles a little at Doyoung’s words, as if you being asleep would stop any of them. You’ve made it clear recently that you’d be okay with “somnophilia”. You’d had to teach them what the word even meant. “I’m down for you to fuck me when I’m asleep” you’d said, very eloquently, and Johnny knows that Doyoung kind of wishes you’ll be asleep when they get home, just so he can give it a try.

“I’ll be back soon, then we can leave.” Johnny promises, then heads off towards the bathroom, knocking softly on the door, “Jae?”

The door unlocks and Johnny pushes it open, heading to lean back against the sink while Jaehyun closes the door behind him and locks it. Then Jaehyun approaches Johnny, reaching past him to grab a water cup that he fills and drinks. Jaehyun takes a deep breath and splashes some cold water on his face for good measure, while Johnny patiently waits for him to explain himself.

“Look, I know she’s your girlfriend-” Jaehyun starts.

Johnny lets out a shocked laugh, something like aggression bubbling up in him. It’s such an odd feeling, he’s almost never the jealous type, “uh, yeah.” he pauses, “And Doyoung’s. And Taeyong’s.” There it is. Johnny understands now, he’s not worried about himself, he’s worried about the other two, less secure, men in his relationship.

“I know, I know,” Jaehyun sighs, “It’s just a crush, I was never going to do anything, in fact, I try to stay away from Y/N!”

Johnny thinks about it for a moment and realizes that Jaehyun is telling the truth. In the past few months, whenever you come to hang out, Jaehyun keeps his distance. Johnny hadn’t even considered a reason why he would back off, but now it’s all starting to make sense.

“So... how long have you been into her?” Johnny asks, making sure his voice is soft and non confrontational.

Jaehyun looks shocked that Johnny is even discussing this with him, as if his crush on you is okay, as if you’re not already coupled up with three of his best friends. “uh... since Halloween?”

“Since Halloween?!” Johnny gasps, “that’s like…” he counts with his fingers, “three and a half months!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Jaehyun hides his face in his hands, groaning loudly, “I’m working on it.”

Johnny studies Jaehyun for a moment. The poor guy is pacing the small bathroom, skin still flushed, hair slightly damp around his hairline from the water he’d haphazardly splashed on himself. He does look upset.

Johnny sighs, “well I did promise you that i would get you what you wanted for your birthday.”

Jaehyun stops his pacing, looking directly at his friend, “what.”

“I’ll talk to Taeyong, Doyoung and Y/N when we all get home, see if they’d be interested.” Johnny shrugs, leaning back against the door, “after all, we did plan to do something special for Valentine’s Day.”

Valentine’s day. They’d had cake a little while ago, at midnight when it turned 12, which had technically been the start of the 14th, Jaehyun’s birthday. Jaehyun hadn’t minded planning his party the night before Valentine’s day. Lots of people had plans with loved ones, and Jaehyun had specifically been thinking about you and your boyfriends when he’d planned the party. He’d wanted to give the four of you Valentine’s Day to yourselves, without his birthday party to worry about.

“Something special?” Jaehyun repeats.

“Yeah, we were just gonna do some bondage stuff, got some chocolate, whipping cream, that sort of thing.” Johnny answers unabashedly, as if talking about his sex life is the most normal thing in the world. Jaehyun swallows thickly and Johnny’s smile widens, “yeah, hot right? I’ll talk to them and maybe, hopefully, you’ll get a great present tomorrow okay?”

Johnny has no idea how the fuck he’s going to pull this off, but they don’t call him Johnny ‘the miracle maker’ Suh for nothing- ok, maybe only he calls himself that- but this is going to be a Valentine’s Day Miracle, and Johnny is going to make damned sure of it.

Johnny pats Jaehyun on the shoulder, “I’m gonna get out of here, Y/N’s probably waiting up for us and I haven’t seen her all day. We’re gonna drop Haechan off downstairs, then I think we’re all heading over to the apartment.”

The apartment. Two months into dating all three men, you’d known them much longer though, they’d bought an apartment for you. They all shuffle between sleeping in the dorms and in the apartment with you, depending on how they’re feeling. They’d all felt bad about leaving Haechan alone on the fifth floor, so usually at least one of them is in the dorms. Sometimes you come over, but Haechan always acts as if you’re his shiny new toy, and Doyoung can only watch Haechan cling to your side and beg for you to watch Netflix with him for so long before he goes into meltdown mode.

It makes sense that Johnny, Taeyong and Doyoung are all heading to the apartment to start Valentine’s Day morning off properly.

“Make sure you drink some water okay?” Johnny says, then he leaves a very startled Jaehyun standing in the bathroom, not quite sure of the events that had just transpired.

After a moment, Jaehyun turns to drink some water from the sink, he can’t have a hangover tomorrow. He has to be at his best, just in case he somehow ends up at The Apartment.

Your arms wrap around Johnny, your cheek pressing to his bareback. His skin looks so beautiful in the morning, especially after a shower. A few droplets of water have escaped from his drying hair, coating his skin in a sheen that glistens in the morning sun light peeking through the window.

Johnny laughs at your touch, “shocked they let you out of bed.”

“We’re all hungry.” Doyoung says, entering the kitchen a few steps behind you.

Johnny turns his head at Doyoung’s voice, having only known you’d entered the kitchen from your back hug and your scent, he’d recognize your smell anywhere.

Doyoung takes a seat at the kitchen table, ruffling his hair, which is already a mess from your fingers tugging at it when Doyoung woke you up with his mouth on your core. He looks sleepy. They’d all arrived at The Apartment near 2 AM, and you hadn’t gone to sleep for another three hours.

It’s nearly 11 AM now, and six hours of sleep doesn’t seem to agree with any of you.

Taeyong looks even worse than Doyoung when he enters the kitchen, collapsing onto a chair, his head flopping down so he can rest on the table. Taeyong lets out a long groan, then turns his face to the side to watch you and Johnny with thoughtful eyes. He’s tired too, but the sight of you and Johnny wakes him up a bit more, and an easy smile works its way onto his lips.

“When’s breakfast?” Doyoung asks, lazily stretching his arms above his head, a yawn obscuring his words.

“Almost done.” Johnny says, turning his attention back to the pancakes.

There are a few moments of silence.

“What happened with Jaehyun last night?” Taeyong asks, voice soft. He’d meant to ask Johnny about it when they’d arrived home last night, or maybe on the drive over, but his attention had been so focused on you that Jaehyun slipped his mind. Besides, whatever it was, Johnny definitely dealt with it.

“Oh that?” Johnny laughs, “I was going to talk to you guys about that actually.” He bends down to get the hotplate with the other pancakes from the oven, then takes the last pancake out of the pan, adding it to the platter. You grab utensils and plates, then the two of you bring the food to the table. Doyoung and Taeyong both sit up straighter, helping themselves.

“I asked Jaehyun what he wanted for his birthday, and I promised him I'd get him whatever he wanted.” Johnny begins as the three of you begin to eat, “long story short, Jaehyun has a thing for this girl, but he wouldn’t tell me who she was-”

“Jaehyun has a crush?” Doyoung interrupts, eyes wide. “On a girl?”

Taeyong laughs and shoves Doyoung’s shoulder, turning his attention back to Johnny for the rest of the story.

“Right?! It was so annoying, because Jaehyun tells me everything! And then Mark knew who it was, but he also wouldn’t tell me?!”

“That’s weird.” Taeyong says, brows furrowed, head cocked thoughtfully.

“So Jungwoo comes over, and it turns out, our little Jaehyun has a crush on Y/N.” Johnny is grinning as if his story is the funniest thing in the world, but the rest of you don’t react the same way.

Doyoung begins to cough, having choked on his pancake. He drops his fork and it clatters to the plate as he tries to clear his airway. His hand grips the table to steady himself and his skin turns red from effort.

Taeyong’s eyes are wide, lips parted, he’s not even looking at Doyoung who may be legitimately dying in the chair next to him.

Doyoung manages to clear his throat and you move a hand to rub his back, resting your head on his shoulder. But your eyes are on Johnny. “Me?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Y/N?!” Doyoung and Taeyong say, oddly synchronized, something that’s been happening lately, not that you’re complaining, it’s led to some amazing orgasms for all three of you.

“Yeah!” Johnny shovels a forkful of food into his mouth, squishing it into one cheek so he can still talk, although his words are slightly garbled now, “So I told him, because I’d promised to get him what he wanted,” he swallows, “that I’d talk to you guys about it.”

Taeyong blinks in confusion, “talk to us... about... Y/N being-”

“Jaehyun’s present.” Doyoung finishes Taeyong’s sentence with a look of aggravation on his face, his arms crossing over his chest, lips pursing with annoyance.

“Johnny-” Taeyong sighs, running a hand through his hair, he’s not even sure how to broach the subject.

“I know, it sounds bad, but-” Johnny looks to you, “come on princess,” he pinches your chin lovingly, beaming at you with that smile that’s too contagious for his own good, “I know you think he’s cute.”

“You think he’s cute?!” Doyoung nearly screams, his hand slamming down on the table a moment later, however there’s not much aggression in the movement, more shock.

Even Taeyong looks taken aback, reclining in his chair and stretching with his hands behind his head, “what!?”

“Oh you guys didn’t know about Y/N’s little Jaehyun crush?” Johnny smirks, he’s been sitting on this secret for ages. Jaehyun had been your bias at the start, you’d told Johnny as much when you started dating and he’d weaselled it out of you, but he’d never shared the information until now.

Johnny is smart. You know that.

Out of the three of your boyfriends, Doyoung is going to be the hardest to convince that this is a good idea.

Johnny is confident in your love, and he’s never minded sharing your affection. Taeyong wants what’s best for his group, and on many occasions, you’ve played a mock girlfriend for Yuta needing a date to a family event, or Mark wanting to get bubble tea and take cute pictures.

Doyoung on the other hand, is the most jealous of the three. You’re his. He’s needy, always pulling you to his side and competing for you, he’s even been known to fight with Taeyong over who can make you cum more.

Adding another man?

Jaehyun of all people?

Making Doyoung jealous feels like the only way to get him to agree to it, to make it a question of his honour.

Johnny hates being a manipulator sometimes, but it’s for the benefit of all of you, he knows it will be a night to remember. And sometimes, Doyoung doesn’t know what’s best for himself, Johnny thinks this is one of those times and he makes the executive decision as the main ‘alpha’ in your little foursome.

“What about the bondage and the whipping cream plans?” Doyoung asks, crossing his arms over his chest, he’d been thinking about this all week, and he’s not intent on pushing the event back by even a day.

“If you agree to Jae joining, I’ll even go out and get those chocolate strawberries you love so much.” Johnny says smoothly.

Doyoung looks him up and down, narrowing his eyes, “Fine.”

Johnny’s a little shocked at Doyoung’s somewhat easily earned agreement to this whole thing. Taeyong falls into line next, nodding and reaching out to rest his hand on top of yours, “if it’s what you want.” he tells you, giving you that soft smile you’d fallen in love with.

You laugh a little, taken aback by the turn of events.

“And this will be a one time thing?” you clarify.

“Of course,” Johnny nods, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his lap so your back is to his warm chest, pancakes forgotten on the table. Johnny nuzzles his face against your neck, pressing a soft kiss there, “one night of fun, no strings attached.”

“Other than the literal rope for bondage-” Doyoung interjects, earning a laugh from everyone.

Johnny smiles against your neck, enjoying your scent as he hugs you tighter, “yes, other than the literal rope.”

“I thought you were spending the day with Y/N.” Haechan says when Johnny shows up at the dorm around lunch time.

“I am.” Johnny answers as he looks through the kitchen, rummaging for god knows what.

“So what are you doing here?” Haechan asks, pushing for more information. On a normal day, he wouldn’t have even looked up at Johnny coming in and out of the dorms, but it’s Valentine’s Day, and Haechan knows better than to think this is normal.

Why isn't Johnny at the apartment splitting you in half? Haechan wants to know.

“Just need a few things.” Johnny laughs, “Why are you so suspicious today?”

“Guess I heard a rumour that Jaehyun has a thing for your girlfriend.” Haechan shrugs, wondering if this is the button that needs to be pushed to get a rise out of his elder friend, “something happened at the party last night?”

Haechan has it on good authority from Mark that Jungwoo let the cat out of the bag at Jaehyun’s birthday party, and everyone is wondering how Johnny, Taeyong and Doyoung are going to react- it’s not like anyone has seen the three of them since last night.

Johnny chuckles at Haechan fishing for information, “Do you have something to say to me Haechannie? Go on, be specific.”

“What?” Haechan laughs, “Like, do I want to tell you that your girlfriend is hot? I think we all know she is. But I’m not going to pull a Jaehyun and fantasize about fucking her.”

“You’re not?” Johnny teases

Haechan groans and rolls his eyes, caught in a lie. “I mean, I have thought about it, but I’d never come and say it to you.” Yeah, he’ll just jack off while you and Johnny sleep in the bed next to him, that’s so much better.

Johnny grins, “Haechan, things are good today, don’t worry about it.”

“You’re inviting Jae over to the apartment, aren’t you?”

“Not much gets past you, does it?”

“You are!” Haechan says loudly, “That’s no fair!-”

Johnny finds the chocolate he was looking for and pockets it, looking at his watch, “in four months, it will be your birthday, come whine to me about this then.”

“Don’t try to say anything to Doyoung.” Johnny warns Jaehyun as they drive over to the apartment. “He likes to act like he’s a big mean dom, so if you say anything to him that sets him off-”

“I get it,” Jaehyun nods, “No pissing off Doyoung.”

“And Taeyong- he’s more of a switch, but you just have to let him be a simp for Y/N, if you get in his way, they’ll both whine at you.”

“There’s a lot of rules huh?” Jaehyun laughs, feeling more nervous than he was this morning when he woke up and wondered if the whole conversation with Johnny the night before had been a dream.

“Not rules,” Johnny sighs, “it’s just the dynamic of it all.”

“So you call the shots?” Jaehyun asks, interested in hearing more about what goes on in your little foursome behind closed doors. He thinks it’s easy enough to tell that Johnny is the main dom, just from the way he acts, and his sheer size. But there’s something about the way you react to Johnny that tells Jaehyun you’ve only ever been his perfect little submissive, which is what had drawn Jaehyun to you in the first place.

Johnny shrugs, “sometimes. But I think tonight you’ll be listening to Doyoung.”

Jaehyun isn't enamoured with the idea of Doyoung telling him what to do, but he figures as long as he doesn’t step on any toes, things will work out. He truly can’t even believe this is happening in the first place, so Jaehyun considers himself lucky for whatever scraps he gets given.

“She’ll be tied up for most of it, if that helps.” Johnny laughs. “Or not, Doyoung seemed pretty set on the silk cuffs though.”

Jaehyun sighs, not sure what he’s gotten himself into, “You guys are honestly kind of scary.”

“You love it.”

He does.

“You look so pretty baby.” Taeyong coos, reaching out to touch your hair. “Johnny got you this set for us?” his eyes take in the red lingerie Johnny had gifted you with this morning. It’s perfectly fitted, Johnny always knows how to dress you up like a princess, and you all enjoy the fruits of his labour.

Doyoung is standing near the bed, a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes are dark, and you note how he stays far away from you, gaze hungry.

“Doyoung, do you like it?” you ask, doing a twirl so he can see all the skin showing.

“Put on a robe baby, Jaehyun has to unwrap his birthday present.” Doyoung answers, walking over towards the bed, where he’s already set up the silky rope Johnny had brought just for tonight. The silk is black, you’re sure it will be soft to the touch, Johnny always makes sure that any bondage toys won’t hurt you or leave painful marks.

Taeyong sighs at Doyoung’s behaviour, picking up the gorgeous red robe that matches your set. It’s long, a silky mesh that teases what’s underneath, lined in faux fur. It’s almost as if Johnny is telling you to just kill them all, steal their money and play the part of the sad widow, and you love the aesthetic.

Taeyong ties the silk belt around your waist, making it into a cute bow with precise fingers. “So pretty and soft.” he mumbles to himself, licking his lips as his large eyes dart up to look at your face.

It’s Valentine’s Day and he’d expected to have you naked nearly every single moment- He’d had you when he woke up, he’d had you after breakfast, he’d had you at lunch- but Johnny had insisted that you all wait and be patient, no more sex, until he comes back from the dorms with your guest of honour. He didn’t want you to be too tired, but it was almost torture to be in the same apartment as Doyoung and Taeyong, on Valentines Day of all days, and try to not touch them.

“Honey, we’re home!” comes Johnny’s voice. Three heads turn towards the bedroom door. Taeyong grabs your hand and drags you with him as he heads towards the voices, eager to go meet Jaehyun.

Taeyong is excited. He likes trying new things, well, he does when he’s with you. You’re his safe space, and he’s interested in anything that could make you happy, especially when it means he can get his dick wet.

Just as Taeyong gets you to the door to the bedroom, Doyoung’s hand tugs you back, making you both stop in your tracks. “Kiss.” Doyoung instructs. Taeyong scoffs and lets you go, continuing out of the room to meet Johnny and Jaehyun, which leaves you with the most stoic of your three boyfriends.

You beam up at the beautiful man, grabbing his face to press your lips against his. Doyoung’s hands snake around your waist, and he groans against your mouth, “Be good tonight.” he reminds you, voice stern, as if he expects you to be a brat.

“Aren’t I always?” you tease, nipping at his bottom lip again. Doyoung smacks your ass, hard, and you gasp up at him, eyes widening, cocking your head. “Am I not your good girl?”

“You are. Mine.” Doyoung says, “My good girl.” his hand comes up to grab your chin, thumb testing your bottom lip, “keep that in mind.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With one final peck to his cheek, you turn and leave the room, heart racing in your chest as you think about what they’re all going to do to you.

Johnny, Taeyong and Jaehyun are in the kitchen, and your eyes take in all the treats Johnny has gotten for you all. There’s a birthday cake for Jaehyun, Doyoung’s favourite chocolate covered strawberries, multiple cans of whipping cream, candies of all sorts- Johnny really went all out.

Everyone looks nice, Johnny had insisted on a dress code of casual suits, jackets unnecessary. Johnny knows you have a thing for men in suits, he did this on purpose to tease you, but you love it. Your eyes eat up Jaehyun. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, and your mouth nearly waters when you take in the pretty veins on his arms. You’ve always found Jaehyun to be attractive, but now that you know you’re about to fuck him? He looks even tastier.

Johnny sees you first, and he looks you up and down, holding his hands out for you and you submissively go to join him where he stands on the other side of the island counter from Jaehyun. “You look amazing.” Johnny beams, grabbing your hand gently and helping you do a twirl. Then he pins you with your back to his chest, facing Jaehyun, “Doesn’t she look amazing, Jae?”

“She does.” Jaehyun answers immediately, voice low, eyes dark.

“Happy birthday Jae.” you say to him, feeling your skin heat with something like shyness as he takes in your form, still covered by the seductive robe that matches the set underneath.

“Go on baby,” Johnny pats your bum, “let Jae unwrap his pretty present.”

Jaehyun swallows thickly, staying still as you move around the table to get to him. His pupils are blown with lust and you watch the evenness of his breathing, chest moving slightly with every deep breath he takes as he tries to stay calm.

His eyes look up up and down, landing on the bow around your waist. “Are you guys sure about this?” he asks, fingers flexing at his sides as he tries to be patient.

No one says anything, and you feel the focus on you. This is your decision.

You reach for Jaehyun's hands, marveling in the coolness of his soft fingers as you bring them up to your waist, looking into Jaehyun’s dark eyes. He grabs one end of the bow, slowly pulling it until the red silk unravels, only to be discarded on the floor a moment later.

Jaehyun’s hands move up to your neck, and his fingers smooth over your collarbones, pushing the robe delicately from your form to reveal his present underneath. Jaehyun licks his lips, hands reaching for your waist-

“Lay down on the table baby.” comes Johnny’s voice.

You and Jaehyun both immediately turn to look at Johnny with confusion. He’s made space on the table, and he pats it with a shit eating grin on his face. “You heard me princess.” Johnny says, “We’re out of plates.”

So this is how it’s going to work. They’re going to eat off of you. You look at the smorgasbord of desserts on the table and swallow thickly. You can feel yourself getting wet already, the red panties Johnny had painstakingly chosen from you are sticking to your core.

Doyoung reaches for your hand and pulls you to the head of the table, then he grabs your waist, dark eyes meeting yours as he lifts you to set you onto the marble countertop. Between Johnny and Doyoung, they get you centered and laying down, your robe becoming a makeshift pillow.

“Comfy baby?” Johnny asks.

“Yes sir.” you answer, looking up at the man who reaches for the bottle of whipped cream.

“Good girl, now be a good plate and let us enjoy our food,” Johnny grins, pressing down on the bottle nozzle. Cold cream delights your skin, a sudden shock that makes you jump slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Johnny draws a line parallel to your collarbone. “And remember, good plates keep their mouths shut.”

“Who’s hungry?” Johnny looks up as he asks the question, but Doyoung’s already coming up next to him, shoving Johnny to the side so he can have access to your neck and chest. Doyoung leans over you, his tongue pressing flat to your skin to clean up the stipe Johnny just made. Your skin tingles in the wake of Doyoung, and the trail of saliva leftover reminds you exactly where he was when he pulls away again.

“You thirsty?” Johnny asks, pulling a bottle of champagne from the fridge.

“Yes, thank you.” Jaehyun answers. He’s standing there, looking down at your body. Taeyong’s the one who moves next, picking up a chocolate covered strawberry. The NCT leader takes a small bite of the berry, then sets it down on your abdomen, watching with laser focus as the heat of your skin begins to melt the chocolate.

Johnny moves to the bar stool side of the island you’re laying on, and he sits down, handing a flute of champagne to Jaehyun. “Honestly, eat.” Johnny instructs, “do you want cake? Doyoung can cut some cake for you.”

“Cake’s for later with candles.” Taeyong interjects, pulling the specialty box of cake closer towards his side of the table.

“You guys got me a birthday cake?” Jaehyun looks around the room with wide eyes.

“Of course we did.” Johnny scoffs, his arm reaching out to stretch over the back of Jaehyun’s chair as he gets more comfortable, loosening his tie.

Taeyong eats the last of the chocolate strawberry, eyes glued to the spot it’s left on your skin. His thumb collects the leftover chocolate and he sucks on it, groaning a little to himself. He leans down, his soft hair tickling your tummy and his breath dancing across your skin. You stiffen in anticipation of his tongue, and Johnny’s hand reaches out to smooth across your arm, “relax baby girl.”

“She’s just sensitive.” Doyoung says from your other side, shaking the bottle of whipped cream.

Doyoung and Taeyong work together well, as if they vibe on a level that’s non verbal. The synchronization of Taeyong’s tongue on your belly, licking up the chocolate, as Doyoung sprays a strip of cream across the swell of your breasts- the hot and the cold paired together feel delightful, and a soft moan leaves your lips.

“Shh baby, plates don’t whimper.” Johnny coos, reaching out and running two fingers through Doyoung’s whipped cream, which he then brings to your own lips, “suck.” he instructs, watching you accept his digits, then he turns to look at Jaehyun again, as if nothing is out of the ordinary. “We got you vanilla.” Johnny says.

“What?” Jaehyun’s so caught up in looking at you that he’s forgotten where in the conversation he is.

“The cake.” Johnny says simply, removing his digits from your lips, “we got you vanilla. But try a chocolate.” Johnny reaches for a box sitting near your head with his free hand, and he flips the lid off, picking out a little hedgehog shaped treat that he sets just above your belly button.

Doyoung, meanwhile, draws another stripe of cream across the swell of your breast, Johnny had ruined the last one. And his tongue follows quickly behind, cleaning you up and leaving another trail of saliva that brings goosebumps to your skin.

You wonder how long they expect you to just lay here. Johnny brought a lot of food. Your thighs press together with anticipation, hoping to relieve some of the tension there, and Taeyong notices. His soft hand smooths up your calf and thigh, stopping just shy of where you want him. He pushes your legs open slightly, eyes taking in the wet patch that has formed on your red panties. Taeyong licks his lips and grabs the second canister of whipped cream.

Jaehyun picks the chocolate off your abdomen, assessing the half melted bottom of it and the spot it’s left on your skin. When he places the chocolate in his mouth, the warmth of it takes him aback for a moment. It’s delicious, far better half melted than fully solid.

Taeyong nearly makes you flinch from the cold of the whipped cream as he draws a stripe of it from your knee up to your hip. He licks a few inches of the cream, pressing delicate kisses against the skin of your thighs as he works his way up slowly, taking his time and enjoying the process.

Jaehyun has yet to really touch you, and his eyes focus on the spot of chocolate that his treat had left on your skin.

“Go on Jae, clean up your mess.” Johnny’s fingers strum against the back of Jaehyun’s chair, “Doyoung hates it when people don’t clean up after themselves.”

Doyoung is standing to your left side near your chest area still, but his eyes are glued to the smudge of chocolate on your skin. It’s true, Doyoung likes to be punctual with cleaning, especially during sex games. He’s been known to throw a hissy fit if so much as one drop of cum gets anywhere near what he deems to be ‘his side of the bed’.

As if to distract himself from Jaehyun’s little mess, Doyoung reaches for a chocolate covered strawberry, eyes moving to your face. “Hold this.” he tells you, placing the berry between your lips. Then he leans over you, capturing the part of the strawberry that’s held outside your lips. His mouth brushes yours in a mock kiss that’s not nearly enough. Your teeth bite through the berry and you swallow it to get it out of the way for your tongue, which brushes across Doyoung’s lips as you attempt to deepen the kiss. He smirks, pulling out of your reach and grabbing your face roughly, “never told you to swallow, did I?”

You shake your head, eyes snapping down when a cold palm flattens across your abdomen. Jaehyun’s breath tickles as he brings his mouth to your skin. Instead of simply licking, he presses an open mouthed kiss to the melted chocolate, tongue swirling to collect it as he sucks softly on your delicate flesh.

“No marks.” Doyoung says, letting go of your face to watch Jaehyun.

Johnny scoffs, “yes marks. How do you expect to go this whole night with no marks?”

Doyoung’s eyes narrow at Johnny and his silence tells you he knows Johnny is right, but he doesn’t have to be happy about it.

Taeyong has finally reached your hip bone with his mouth, having cleaned up the whipping cream he’d been working on this whole time. He breathes in your scent, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. A soft growl leaves his throat and he gets a better grip on you, slowly dragging you down the table, which draws everyone's attention. Jaehyun pulls away from your skin and Johnny grins, “Taeyong’s a little impatient.” he explains fondly, watching the way Taeyong ignores his words, eyes glued to your core.

“He just wants dessert. The real dessert.” Doyoung sighs, picking up another strawberry to plop into his mouth.

Taeyong doesn’t even say anything as Johnny and Doyoung bicker, simply bringing you all the way to the end of the table, instead, he licks his lips, mouth watering as he thinks about the meal he’s about to feast on-

“Taeyong, she’s Jaehyun’s present, he should be the one doing the unwrapping.” Johnny sips his champagne with a grin on his face. You wonder how much of this he had planned. Of course Taeyong would be the first to break, and it’s no shock that he broke for a taste- Taeyong has been known to do anything for the privilege of eating you out.

Of your three boyfriends, Johnny’s the only one with any patience when it comes to you, which is why he so effortlessly plays the role of dominant. He’s the one with control, 100% of the time, even if Doyoung tries to pretend he’s in charge. Doyoung breaks too easily, gives into you too quickly, but not Johnny. No, Johnny can be a merciless tease when he wants to be, and you fucking love it.

“Go on,” Johnny nudges Jaehyun, “you get the first taste.”

The room is quiet as Jaehyun moves to stand with Taeyong at the foot of the table. Johnny follows too, bringing a chair that Jaehyun doesn’t even notice. You’re close to the edge of the table and Jaehyun’s hands are a little shaky as his fingers hook in your panties. His eyes dart up to meet yours and you see the shift in his demeanour.

He can see how needy you look. You want him. Your soaked panties are evidence of that. And he’s tired of fucking around. He wants to enjoy his present.

Jaehyun tears your underwear off of your body in one rough tug, and he tosses them at Doyoung, dragging you closer to the edge-

Johnny’s hands land on Jaehyun’s shoulder and he forces him to sit on the chair he’s brought over. Jaehyun has to admit that the seat makes things easier, and he adjusts your legs over his shoulders, pressing kisses up your thighs-

“Did you guys see Haechan’s v live this morning?” Johnny asks, causing Jaehyun’s motions to falter. “No, keep going,” Johnny pats his back, “did you guys see it?” his eyes are on Doyoung and Taeyong.

“Yes.” Taeyong answers as Doyoung rolls his eyes and says “no.”

“I said keep going,” Johnny pushes Jaehyun’s head forward and you suck in a breath, able to feel how close Jaehyun is to your needy core- “Doyoung you have to watch our son’s v lives-”

“Stop calling him our son.” Doyoung groans, walking around the table so he can sit in a chair near your head, “just because he calls you dad doesn’t mean we’re his dad’s too.”

Jaehyun chuckles and his breath fans over your pussy. You want to reach out, to grab for him, to beg- but you’re a ‘good plate’ and ‘good plates keep their mouths shut’.

“Taeyong’s literally our father.” Johnny snaps back, eluding to Taeyong’s notorious leader roll of a group with 23 members that just keeps on getting bigger.

“Don’t call him that.” Doyoung scrunches up his nose in disgust, and you’re about to crack a smile at their bickering when Jaehyun finally presses his tongue against your core. Your entire body focuses on the sensation, lips parting to let out the smallest of sounds. Jaehyun licks the entire length of your pussy, his skilled tongue stopping to flick at your clit.

“Come on Jae, you have to eat her out better than that.” Johnny grabs the bottle of whipped cream and you squirm from the cold as he creates a dollop on your entrance, “eat better.”

“Maybe I just want to take my time.” Jaehyun smirks at his friend, adjusting his grip on your thighs. One of his hands snakes up to your waist then back down, fingers finding a nice hold on the soft flesh of your leg. “But if you insist-” This time when his mouth comes to your core, he holds nothing back.

Jaehyun goes for the whipped cream first, his warm mouth sucking at your clit as he laps up the dessert, tongue delving into you too. He groans against your pussy, the vibration running through you and making you let out a quiet gasp. Jaehyun makes sure to get every last drop of whipped cream, and then some.

Your hands move to reach for Jaehyun instinctively- only to be captured in Doyoung’s death grip. His dark eyes study your face as he pins your wrists down to the table above your head, noting the way you tilt your face towards him, chin lifting expectantly. Your lips look so kissable, and Doyoung can’t help himself anymore. His free hand grabs your jaw roughly, and he brings his face close to yours. “Open.”

Doyoung has a bit of a spit kink, and he’ll abuse the power he has over you whenever he feels slightly threatened- whether it’s Taeyong hogging your attention, or maybe it’s him pulling you away at a group dinner to remind you who’s boss- either way, you do as you’re told.

Taeyong sets a strawberry on your abdomen, trying to decide if he wants to focus on you and Doyoung, or Jaehyun between your legs, while the chocolate melts. It’s not a hard choice though, as all eyes move up to you and Doyoung, even Jaehyun stops what he’s doing to pay close attention.

When Doyoung spits in your mouth, you can’t help but groan, closing your eyes and swallowing, licking your lips before looking up at your gorgeous boyfriend who is watching you with the most lust filled look you’ve ever seen on him. Doyoung is riled up from having Jaehyun around, and the tension in the room is thick now that he’s starting to show his dominant side.

Doyoung presses his lips to yours hungrily, keeping your hands pinned above your head so he can control your mobility, so he can control everything. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating you, taking your breath away-

Jaehyun’s returns to his own task and your hips lift at the sudden feeling. Between Jaehyun and Doyoung- you know you’re not going to last long. Doyoung’s a fabulous kisser, and Jaehyun definitely knows what he’s doing.

A tongue lazily licks at your abdomen, Taeyong’s warm hand splaying over your skin to keep you still as he laps at the chocolate mess he’s made.

Your body doesn’t even know what to focus on, and when another set of hands- Johnny’s, you assume- begins to take your bra off, you know one thing for sure: you’re not going to last long.

There’s a brief fumble over your wrists and you know Doyoung concedes because a moment later your bra is slipping off completely. As soon as the fabric is removed from your body, Doyoung reclaims his hold on you, pinning your wrists above your head again as Johnny’s large hands massage your breasts.

Jaehyun slips two fingers into your core and it’s enough to throw you over the edge. Four pairs of hands work together to keep you pinned, while three of the four men put their mouths to good use too. Johnny simply watches it all, fingers pinching at your nipples as your body contorts from pleasure.

You’re not sure how long the orgasm lasts, especially since none of your men let up even while you’re gasping and shaking from pleasure. And when they do finally pull away, Doyoung finally releasing your hands so you can grab his hair while he kisses you, it’s just so Taeyong can quickly push Jaehyun out of his chair and pull you to his own mouth, tongue flicking your already sensitive clit.

“Told you, the guy’s impatient.” Johnny says from next to you, and you assume he’s talking to Jaehyun, but you’re too busy kissing Doyoung, gasping against his mouth as your two lovers synchronously work you towards another orgasm. Your legs are shaking on either side of Taeyong’s head and the moans leaving your lips are loud, but you can’t even remember Johnny’s ‘be quiet’ rule, and he can’t bring himself to get you to shut up, not when your whimpers are as pretty as this.

But what does surprise the two men left watching while Doyoung and Taeyong devour you- is the way your hand flops out, reaching for someone- Johnny’s not sure if it’s him or Jaehyun, and a devious smile works its way onto his lips. “Damn, look at our little cock slut. Two are never enough for her.” he steps forward and your hand meets the front of his pants, immediately fumbling so you can stroke his cock, which is hard against your palm. Even without your eyes, your expert fingers somehow find Johnny’s pant zipper, and he chuckles at your eagerness, smacking your hand away, “you don’t deserve it yet kitten.”

You moan, hips buckling as Taeyong slips a finger into you, slightly annoyed at all the banter going on while all he should be hearing are your whimpers as he gets you to the edge again. Doyoung is also upset, one of his fingers going down to pinch your nipple. He smirks against your lips when your moans reach a higher pitch, your hands both grabbing at his hair and tugging as Taeyong works an orgasm out of you until you’re nearly crying from how intense it is. Only then does Johnny pull Taeyong away from your core, inspecting the one tear that rolls down your cheek as you try to steady your breathing, still laying flat on the table surrounded by food.

Johnny tugs you off the table, steadying you when you land on shaky feet. He cradles you to his chest, trying to look down at your face, but you’re hiding in his embrace, still overwhelmed by your orgasms. “Looks like our pretty girl is ready for us.” his fingers trace up and down your back, then he suddenly throws you over his shoulder, your ass exposed for a moment before Johnny is turning and heading towards the bedrooms, leaving you to simply watch as your three other lovers for the night follow.

When Johnny tosses you onto the bed, he doesn’t immediately do anything, instead he simply looks down at you, and you swallow thickly, shrinking under his hard gaze.

Earlier, Johnny had thought Doyoung would call most of the shots, but now that Johnny has all this power- now that he knows Doyoung isn’t running on the same mindset as he is- well, Johnny just can’t stand the idea of not getting everything he wants tonight. And what he wants is quite specific.

The others arrive as Johnny bends down, smiling softly, “come here kitten.” he coos, and you sit up, crawling towards him. You’re a little surprised when Johnny cups your face, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear, “You’re going to dom Tae because he’s been so good to you. But don’t let him cum until after Jae, then Doyoung, have had a turn with you,” he pulls away, “do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.” you say immediately, and Johnny smiles at the new title. Two orgasms have left you in a submissive mindset, and Johnny can see the dumbification already going into effect, cumming has made you hazy and malleable, just the way Johnny likes.

“Good girl.” Johnny pinches your chin fondly, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling away. He moves away from the bed, and you realize he didn’t mention himself in his little plan, which tells you he’s happy to wait, as per usual. Johnny is big everywhere, and you’ve heard that men who are blessed with ‘monster cocks’ take longer to get hard because of the sheer amount of blood flow that has to reach their cocks. You’ve never asked Johnny about it, but part of you wonders if this is why he’s so keen on watching, only to give in near the end and practically split you in half on his massive cock.

“Tae.” you say as soon as Johnny has moved away, turning your gaze to the most eager of the three men who have followed you and your main dominant into the bedroom. You simply open your arms for him, and the soft leader quickly gets onto the bed with you, slotting himself between your legs and smashing his lips to yours. It’s the first time you’ve kissed him, and you can taste yourself on the tongue that invades your mouth.

The dancer ruts his hips against your core, and the sensitivity of your clit makes you dig your nails into Taeyong’s shoulders, pushing. Taeyong concedes to you immediately, allowing you to roll him onto his back and take the upper position straddling his waist, kissing you deeper-

You press your hand flat on Taeyong’s chest, keeping him pinned to the bed as you pull your lips away from his, sitting up fully. For a moment you simply look down at the gorgeous man between your legs, his lips puffy from kissing, his eyes fixated on you, his goddess.

Then you turn and look over your shoulder, looking directly at Jaehyun. Johnny had been very clear with his instruction to pay attention to Jaehyun first.

“Go on.” Johnny’s voice gives permission and Jaehyun approaches the bed, taking his time, eyes scanning your body.

Under you, Taeyong’s getting needy, his hands sliding up to your bare waist. He pushes up against your hand, and it’s easy enough to force him back down, but you turn to look at him now, meeting his large eyes. You can’t just not reward him with a kiss- what has he even done to deserve a reward? You don’t care, he deserves it.

The bed dips behind you, signalling Jaehyun’s arrival, and then a cold hand smooths over your back, creeping up until- he roughly grabs your hair, pulling you up and off Taeyong who mewls at the loss, but his whimper stops when he sees you pinned with your back to Jaehyun’s chest. He sits up, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, and your fingers tangle in his hair while you’re hyper aware of Jaehyun behind you, his hand moving to your neck.

Jaehyun’s breath fans over your skin, and you tilt your head to the side, eager to kiss him, to taste him. Jaehyun flashes you a small smile right before your lips meet, and you’re sure that at least in this moment, part of you kind of loves him. His hand cups your face, keeping your mouth on his so his tongue can invade your mouth and he can nip on your bottom lip, earning a whimper from you that he eats up.

Taeyong’s teeth graze your nipple and you moan louder, prompting Jaehyun to release his hold on your neck, hand slipping down between your thighs to collect the wetness there. He breaks off from kissing you, lips moving instead to your neck. “Is this for me?” his voice is husky as he toys with your pussy.

“Yes Jae.” you mewl pathetically, pressing you ass back against his hard cock. His digits tease your entrance, but don’t give you what you need, instead he brings them up to your face, sliding his fingers into your mouth and watching intensely as you lick them clean, swirling your tongue to show him that you’re a good girl.

“What about him?” Jaehyun’s gaze slides down to the man who’s still suckling at your tits, so lost in his own world that you doubt he even knows he’s being talked about.

“He can wait.” you answer breathlessly, “need you now.”

Jaehyun practically purrs at your answer, and then all at once he’s shoving you and Taeyong down. You land on your lover's chest, and Taeyong steadies you with his arms, eyes opened as he looks up at Jaehyun with shock at the sudden movement. But Jaehyun isn’t looking at him, he’s pulling his pants down, and a moment later you feel his cock at your entrance.

A shiver of anticipation runs over your body and you smash your lips to Taeyong’s, capturing his face between your hands. Jaehyun’s palm is flat on your back, and the other guides his cock into you slowly. At first it’s just the head and you moan loudly, Taeyong takes the opportunity to begin kissing your neck so that your noises can be uncensored by kissing. Jaehyun is thick, thicker than you’d expected. He’s not as big as Johnny, but damn, the stretch is pleasant as inch by inch he fills you up.

Jaehyun’s hands find your waist when he’s fully sheathed inside of you, and his grip is firm, commanding. He’s going to use you, and you’re going to fucking love it.

Taeyong continues sucking on your neck as Jaehyun begins to thrust, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. You’ve been with Johnny, Doyoung and Taeyong for so long that the foreignness of Jae is extremely evident to you, but not unwelcome. You don’t know what to expect with him, as you do with your other lovers, and the feeling of not knowing is incredibly exhilarating.

“Baby, you’re so loud.” Johnny’s voice comes from right next to the bed, and a moment later his hand is grabbing your hair, forcing you to look up at him, “we don’t want a noise complaint, do we baby?”

“No daddy.” You shake your head, swallowing thickly and trying to quiet yourself while Jaehyun works you from behind and Taeyong moves his kisses from your neck to your collar bones, his hands cupping your breasts and massaging. You know where this is going, and you lick your lips in preparation.

“Doyoung.” Johnny calls the name of the fourth man in the room, and he appears at your tall lover's side an instant later. Johnny doesn't even have to give Doyoung instruction, the man is already undoing his pants.

You push yourself up, moving partly off of Taeyong so you can have access to Doyoung standing at the side of the bed. Taeyong is under you, straddled by his waist and pinned, but now he doesn't even get easy access to your boobs or your mouth.

Taeyong ruts up, looking for some kind of pressure, and you ignore him. You hold yourself up with one hand, pulling Doyoung out of his briefs and guiding him to your lips eagerly. Once he’s where you want him- buried so deep in your mouth that his head lols back- you take your hand away so it can snake under your own body to finally grip Taeyong through his pants.

Taeyong moans, from frustration, from the feeling of your hand, you can’t be sure. He throws his head back into the pillows hands moving to grip the bed sheets in an effort to ground himself and calm down.

Doyoung, meanwhile, has a firm grip on your head, holding you still so he can move his cock in and out of your mouth at his own pace. He’s matching time with Jaehyun, who’s adjusted behind you now that you're angled towards, arguably, your most aggressively impatient boyfriend.

Jaehyun can’t believe this is happening. He’s discarded his shirt, but his pants are a little annoying at his thighs. He tries to focus on the annoyance, because if he doesn't- if he focuses instead on the tightness of your pussy wrapped around him- well, he doesn’t think he’ll last. And he doesn’t want this to end.

Doyoung lets out a groan that draws everyone’s attention. The moody man is generally more on the quiet side during sex, and he only moans when he’s close, which one look at him tells you all that he is. Doyoung’s head is thrown back, his hips working his cock in and out of your mouth, hands gripping your hair. And to your credit, you’re doing your absolute best for your lover, cheeks hollowed, tongue working whatever you can.

Jaehyun’s thrusts get rougher at the visual, and you begin to whimper around Doyoung’s cock.

Doyoung bites at his lip, groaning and looking down at you. Unlike Jaehyun, Doyoung knows you’re his. He knows that even after he kicks Jaehyun out, he’ll be able to tie you up and have his way with you as many times as he pleases. So he doesn’t care about cumming too fast, in fact, Doyoung almost thinks it shows his power to be the first to cum.

He’s going to make Jaehyun watching cum at least one more time, just to rub it in. And what better way to cum than to cum from using his little kitten’s mouth? Doyoung is flexing your own skills, your own ability to be his perfect little pet.

But just in case Jaehyun isn’t picking up on any of this, Doyoung makes sure that the situation can’t be lost on the birthday boy. “Just like that, my little kitten.” Doyoung coos down at you, “so fucking good with your mouth. You love cock, don’t you baby girl?”

You groan around his length, sucking harder- only to be pulled off of Doyoung’s cock. You open your eyes to look up at the man who’s still gripping you firmly, “open.” he commands, and you do as you’re told.

Doyoung’s not the type to ever force you to swallow, in fact, one time Yuta had said “spitters are quitters” at a game night and Doyoung had actually attempted to throttle the poor man.

But tonight isn’t about Doyoung being a supportive, loving, kind hearted boyfriend.

Tonight is about Doyoung proving himself to the fly on the wall, or the Jae in your pussy, if you will.

Tonight, Doyoung doesn’t ask, he simply expects, and you do your best to be good for him. It’s easy to focus on Jaehyun behind you instead of the way Doyoung coats your tongue. You swallow quickly, if only to adhere to Taeyong below you, who is tugging your face back to his.

Your hand is still placed over his cock, not applying much pressure, and it’s driving him wild. Being pinned under you while you’re fucked by Jaehyun was already torture, but to have Doyoung come and monopolize on you too? Taeyong is desperate, not even caring for the saltiness still on your lips, his tongue invades your mouth, hips rutting up against your hand eagerly.

“Baby.” Johnny’s strong voice interrupts your kiss, and despite the whimper of the man below you, you pull away from Taeyong’s lips to look up to your main dom for instruction. “Let Taeyong sit up a bit, against the pillows, then flip over, he can hold you up while Jae fucks you properly.”

“I want-” Taeyong begins to say but you cut him off by placing your hand over his mouth.

Then you look at Johnny again, smiling sweetly, “anything you say daddy.”

Jaehyun snickers from behind you, hand landing on your ass unexpectedly. You let out a moan from the pain, pussy clenching on Jaehyun’s cock. “You feel so good.” he tells you, squeezing your ass one last time before he grabs your hips and all but tosses you over and onto your back next to Taeyong.

The only male switch in the room follows through with Johnny’s request by proxy, and a moment later he’s cradling you to his chest. Jaehyun is now fully naked, having discarded his pants, and Taeyong, likewise, got naked.

You spit into your hand, adjusting the way you’re sitting in front of Taeyong so you can access his cock, your fist wrapping around him. Taeyong lets out a groan from behind you, head falling back against the propped up pillows.

“Don’t cum until we do.” you whisper to him, pressing a kiss under his jaw as Jaehyun adjusts your legs around him.

It’s a peculiar position, one Jaehyun’s never done before. The few times he’s fucked a girl with another guy, it’s been strictly spit roasting, with a guy in the front and one behind. This is something else, something new, but as long as he stays to the side of your body not preoccupied with his group leader’s dick… well, Jaehyun kinda likes it.

His favourite thing about it has to be the way you grab his face, pulling his lips to yours with your free hand. The view from behind you had been great, but nothing beats actually getting to look at you. It fills Jaehyun with this conflicting feeling, because on one hand he knows he’s being bad. You’re the girlfriend of not one, not two, but three of his best friends. And you’re looking directly into his eyes as he fucks you senseless, which feels oh so good.

Then Jaehyun feels something else- Taeyong sneaks his hand between your two bodies to rub your clit- and the unexpected movement makes Jaehyun meet Taeyong’s gaze, just for a moment- and Jaehyun knows this is all about to be over, because Taeyong looks wrecked.

You had explicitly told Taeyong not to cum until Jaehyun had, and now Taeyong’s taking matters into his own hands to get you to cum, which will, no doubt, make Jaehyun cum too.

You groan at the new pleasure of Taeyong’s wet fingers on your clit, tilting your head to reach his neck, pressing kisses there and leaving your own throat exposed for Jaehyun’s equally eager mouth. The three of you are a mess of moans, hands, and kisses, and you feel so incredibly small pressed between Taeyong and Jaehyun’s bodies. Your skin is tingling with pleasure, and you can feel your orgasm rising- you work Taeyong’s cock even more and he moans loudly, grabbing at the sheets with his free hand.

“Fuck-” Taeyong is repeating like a mantra, holding back his orgasm from just your hand-

“Cum for us.” Jaehyun’s teeth nip at your ear and his cock slides against a spot deep inside of you, sending you over the edge. Whimpers leave your lips, only to be eaten up by Jaehyun, who kisses you hard as your walls milk him of everything he’s got, your fist still wrapped firmly around Taeyong who also cums the moment you do, hips shuddering under you as he coats his own chest in his seed.

Your free hand is tangled in Jaehyun’s hair, and you continue to kiss him even after you come down from your high. Taeyong stays below you, breathing heavily, his heart racing against your back. His fingers continue to lazily stroke your clit, which makes your whole pussy react, squeezing Jaehyun again, which makes him groan.

“Baby girl still wants more, don’t you honey?” Johnny’s voice makes you pull away from Jaehyun’s lips, eyes landing on the only man yet to have had any fun with you.

“She’s always so needy.” Doyoung agrees, standing near the head of the bed and playing with the silk bondage ropes he’d bought for tonight. “So messy.” he continues, eyes going to Taeyong’s chest.

You realize that when Jaehyun and Taeyong adjusted with you, they’d unknowingly moved onto what is generally considered to be Doyoung’s side of the bed.

“Go clean yourself up.” Doyoung instructs Taeyong, who is in such a daze from you, that he simply accepts it and rolls out from being half under you, heading to the bathroom. “And you.” his eyes move to you and he begins unbuttoning his shirt, followed by his pants, “you’re going to ride daddy’s cock to show our guest what else he’s missing out on every day.”

Doyoung comes and sits on the bed, and Jaehyun reluctantly lets you out of his arms so you can go to straddle your lover, hands smoothing across his shoulders to steady yourself. He’s already hard again, and he guides his cock against your entrance, “so fucking dirty.” Doyoung growls, one hand moving to your waist so he can force you to sink down on him.

You let out a whimper, looking directly into Doyoung’s dark eyes.

“You’re still so tight, kitten, how are you ever going to take Johnny?” Doyoung tuts, his hand smacking down on your ass, “stretch yourself out for us.”

You lift yourself up, only to sit back down, Doyoung’s cock filling you so completely- when you’re on top, it’s one of the deepest penetration positions, and Doyoung knows it. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, getting yourself close to his chest. In this sitting up position, he has access to anything he wants, he’d never give you full control on top, with the ability to press him down by his neck like you do with Taeyong- no, Doyoung’s below you, but he’s still very much in charge.

“Come on kitten, don’t be shy.” Doyoung’s fingers dig into your hips, his teeth nipping at the underside of your jaw, “I know you can do better than this. Or are you too tired?”

You groan at his words. Too tired. As if you haven’t been getting fucked pretty much all day as it is. But you take Doyoung’s challenge, and despite your muscles being angry with you, you ride him faster.

The sound of skin on skin is loud in your ears now that you’re on top, and even though it does feel good, you really just wish Doyoung would throw you down and take care of you.

You begin to kiss Doyoung’s neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. You know his sweet spots, you know what riles him up, and it doesn’t take long for you to get him to snap. Doyoung wraps his arm around your back and flips you both, so you’re now situated in missionary for the first real time.

He kisses you roughly, hips finding a brutal pace. You’re so wet, not only from your own cum, but Jae’s as well, and Doyoung is using you mercilessly. It’s the best you can do to hold on for dear life- and then even that’s taken from you when Doyoung forces your hands above your head. A moment later silk is being wrapped around your wrists and you open your eyes to see Johnny there. He flashes you a wink, finishing up your binds.

Had you really thought Doyoung wouldn’t orchestrate an entire scenario to be able to use his shiny new bondage rope?

“Doyoung-” you groan, already missing the feeling of being able to grab at his face or hair, but the man buried inside of you doesn’t respond, just continues working on you, lips leaving marks on your neck.

Over Doyoung’s shoulder, Jaehyun is watching intently, and the fact that he’s even in the room- the fact that any of this is happening- your whines get louder.

Not being able to move, being completely at Doyoung’s mercy, it’s a feeling you’ll never get used to. You trust Doyoung completely, trust him to make you feel good, and you know he’ll make you cum. You can already feel it building inside of you.

How many times have you even cum? You’ve lost count today.

Doyoung adjusts his hold on your hips, and angles himself in a way that has his cock brushing against your g spot, making you cry out, chest arching up only to be forced back down by the weight of Doyoung’s body.

“Greedy kitten, want to be filled up right?” Doyoung growls against your neck.

“Yes!” you whine, “please, please fill me up.” You hear both Johnny and Jaehyun let out groans at your words, and it just makes you want to be even naughtier, to put on more of a show now that you know Jaehyun likes this type of thing too. “Doyoung fill me up until I can’t take it anymore, please, I need you so bad-”

Doyoung lets out a groan and his hand comes to wrap around your neck, “then cum for me.” he instructs, watching you carefully as he applies more pressure to your neck. The constriction of your airway is the tipping point, the last thing you need to explode around his cock, pussy pulsing around him and dragging him with you. His thrusts don’t stop the entire way through your orgasms, and only when you’re both a mess does he finally stop. His breath is hot against your clammy neck, but you don’t mind, you love the closeness of this, even though you can’t wrap your arms around him.

Doyoung presses a soft kiss to your lips and pulls out of you, only to be replaced by Johnny. But Johnny is still fully clothed, and the first thing he does is reach for your binds to undo them.

You watch him curiously, too tired to really say much.

“How are you feeling?” Johnny asks once your wrists are free. His eyes inspect your body, lingering at your hole, which is starting to drip-

“I want you.” you whisper, reaching for him.

Johnny chuckles, “i know baby, let me clean you up first.”

“I want you now.” you pout.

“Then have me in the shower.” Johnny says, standing and lifting you from the bed. Just like earlier, he carries you over his shoulder to the bathroom, where Taeyong is just exiting the shower with a towel around his waist.

The NCT leader’s skin is flushed from the shower, and his eyes look a little hazy still, but he smiles when he sees you both. Taeyong goes to lean against the sinks while he watches Johnny set you down in the shower and turn it on. Johnny takes off his shirt next, peeking out the door at Doyoung and Jaehyun, then he gets close enough to Taeyong to say, “how about you all go get cake started. We’ll be down soon.”

Taeyong simply nods, heading out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

A moment later Johnny joins you in the shower, coming to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your body. You turn in his embrace so you can look up at him, and your gentle giant smiles down at you in return, “still want me?” he teases.

“Always.” you answer, hand reaching between your bodies to stroke his cock. He’s been waiting for so long, you almost feel bad for him.

“How do you want me princess?” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Just fuck me.” you say, grabbing the back of his neck with your free hand to bring his lips down to yours. His tongue invades your mouth a moment later, deepening the kiss. His large body presses you back against the shower wall, hands placed on the tile on either side of your head, boxing you in with his massive frame.

Your hand continues to work fluidly on his cock, and you brush your thumb over his sensitive cockhead. “You’re so patient.” you say, “don’t you want to just fuck me?”

Johnny laughs, “I have self control baby,” he hikes your leg up on his hip, “something you, Doyoung, and Taeyong, seem to have none of.”

Both of your look down as you guide his cock to your entrance and he pushes in slowly until just his head is inside of you. He’s so girthy that the stretch from his cockhead alone makes your breath catch.

“Are you sure you can take me baby?” Johnny asks, “you’ve had a long day-”

“I want you.” you say with determination, trying to pull him closer with your hands but Johnny doesn’t allow you to force him into you, instead he moves forward slowly, which is almost more torturous. Your pussy tries to accommodate his size, and even though you’ve just been fucked by multiple guys, you don’t feel prepared enough. You never do with Johnny.

“Hey,” Johnny cups your face, “look at me,” his thumb strokes your cheek, “happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” you beam up at him, kissing him again.

Johnny smiles into the kiss, and he leans down more, hands cupping your ass so he can lift you fully off the floor. He uses the shower wall to help pin you as his hips begin to move, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls.

You grip his shoulders tightly, not keen on falling, but you’re sure you won’t. Johnny’s never dropped you before, and he’s a big fan of shower sex.

He’s so big you can feel the vein that runs along the underside of his cock, and when you close your eyes, melting into his kiss, it feels like heaven.

You're so sensitive from your previous orgasms that it doesn’t take long for Johnny to get you to the edge again, and when he does, he stops kissing you, simply cupping your face, “so fucking pretty,” he coos, “be a good girl and cum for me.”

This orgasm doesn’t feel like an explosion like Doyoung’s had, or even as intense as the one you’d been given while pressed between Jaehyun and Taeyong. This orgasm is like warmth spreading through your body, a golden aura of pleasure that sizzles every fibre of your being and has you shaking in Johnny’s embrace as he fills you up with his cum.

He simply holds you when you’re both done, and after a while, you finally tell him he can put you down. After making sure you’re both fully clean, you and Johnny exit the shower and get dried and changed into fresh, comfortable, clothes. Then you head to the kitchen, where Doyoung, Taeyong and Jaehyun are cutting into the birthday cake.

Taeyong picks up a scoop of cake and presents it to you, watching with a smile as you accept it and allow him to feed you, then tuck you into his side.

“Did you make a birthday wish?” Johnny asks when he sees the candles have already been discarded, showing he missed it.

“I didn’t have to.” Jaehyun answers, eyes moving from Johnny to you, “all my dreams already came true.”

“If you say shit like that,” Doyoung warns, using his cake cutting knife to point at Jaehyun, “I’m going to kick you out, and I don’t care if you are the birthday boy.”

“Be nice.” Johnny insists, picking up plates so everyone can move to the living room to be more comfortable.

At first you think maybe you’ll all watch a movie, but Johnny vetoes the idea for music. He’s good at reading you, Taeyong and Doyoung, and as he predicted, you all end up asleep within half an hour of sitting down after dessert.

You’re cuddled up between your two lovers on the couch, while Jaehyun and Johnny move back to the kitchen as not to disturb the three of you.

“Can I pack you some cake to go?” Johnny asks, ready to just give Jaehyun the whole box.

“Thanks, I’m alright. It was great but, you guys should keep it, or Jungwoo will eat the whole thing the moment I bring it back to the dorms.”

“Good point.” Johnny nods, packing up the cake to put back in the fridge.

“Thanks for, uh, for inviting me.” Jaehyun rubs the back of his neck. There’s no easy way to say ‘thanks for letting me raw dog your girlfriend on Valentine's Day’.

“Don’t mention it.” Johnny nods, then his expression goes serious, “no but like for real, don’t mention this to people, even if Haechan whines and begs, don’t tell him anything.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.” Jaehyun assures him.

“Good,” Johnny pats his shoulder, “now go back to pretending you’re not falling for my girlfriend, and I’ll pretend I don’t see it. Happy birthday, and happy Valentine’s.”

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Greedy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to try something new with you

Word Count: 1,355

Warnings: Pure filth, groping, tiddy sucking, tiddy fucking, nipple play, bodily fluids everywhere, Bucky cleaning up his own mess bow chika wow wow MINORS STRICTLY NOT ALLOWED

A/N: Sloppy writing ahead but ugh whatever. Anyway this is really filthy but we love that, don’t we @sarge-barnes-sir @lookiamtrying ? 😌 Hope y’all enjoy this, ya nasties 😘😘😘

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The comedy movie playing on the television used to be the center of your attention since thirty minutes ago. You still tried to concentrate on it, but with Bucky’s hand cupping your breast every once in a while, it was hard to focus.

“Bucky.” You called out, a warning.

You adjusted yourself on the couch as you laid your back against Bucky’s chest. His arm was still wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer before his hand gave your breast another squeeze.

“Stop groping my boob. I’m watching.” You reprimand but Bucky just whined and brushed his fingers against your hardening nipple.

He pressed a kiss on your cheek, feeling his lips smirk against your skin before he straightened up and to grab at your waist.

“Come here, baby.” His voice soft and tone needy.

Bucky’s been on one of those moods again, the kind that made him so clingy and touch-starved. Unstoppable. Insatiable. You groaned and complained about watching the movie, truth was, you could no longer follow the plot. All thanks to Bucky and his wandering hands.

“We can watch it again later, I promise.” He whispered before moving you on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“What do you want, Bucky?” You asked, feigning irritation as you playfully rolled your eyes at himz

Bucky bent down to kiss the top of your breasts, nuzzling his face into your cleavage as his hands move behind you to cup your ass. “You know what I want.”

His voice came out as a rough growl, his face still pressed onto your chest. He looked up at you, pupils blown wide and lips parted. Sticking his tongue out, he leaned forward to flick a nipple through your cami top.

Your hands found Bucky’s hair as he continued his assault on your clothed breast, small whines slipping out of your mouth.

“Fuckin’ love these tits. They make me so hard every time.” Bucky grunted before hastily pulling down the neckline of your top, revealing your breasts to him.

You whimpered when he wasted no time to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly while his hand reached up to fondle your other breast. Wetness seeped out of your pussy, soaking your underwear as your hips began to move against Bucky’s hardened erection.

“Look at those pretty nipples, so hard already and begging for attention. Thought you wanted to watch the movie?” Bucky teased before flicking his tongue against your nipple again, this time in fast and hard strokes.

“Bucky...” you moaned, tugging at his hair as he moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention.

The combination of sucking and licking was making your entire body tremble. You gently pushed Bucky away to completely remove your top, throwing it aside before pushing your chest forward, wanting to feel more.

Bucky continued his ministrations, alternating from sucking and nibbling your already sensitive nipples. Your hips rocked against his, seeking relief from the throb you were feeling in your cunt.

“D’you like it when I suck on these tits, babe? This feel good?” Bucky moaned, cupping a breast before circling your areola with his tongue.

You hummed in affirmation, nodding your head as you watched Bucky lap at your breasts, switching from one to the other. His hands wandered to your waist, keeping you in place as he sucked at your nipple so hard it had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You moaned, your pussy clenching at nothing before gushing out with wetness.

“Shit, did you just get off?” Bucky chuckled.

Your face was red, unable to believe that indeed, Bucky made you cum just by playing with your tits. Embarrassed at what had just happened, you hide your face into Bucky’s neck and whine.

“It’s okay, baby. I think it’s pretty fuckin’ hot.” Bucky grunted into your ear before helping you off of his lap.

He sat you back down on the couch and stood up, bending down to kiss you before he positioned himself in front of you.

“Want to try something with you, baby. Wanna fuck those tits. You gonna let me do that, princess?” Bucky asked as he shoved his shorts down, just enough to set his hardened member free and god yes, you’d let him do that.

With the way Bucky was looking down at you, you’d let him do anything to you. His cock was red, tip seeping with pre-cum already and although you wanted to take it into your mouth and suck the life out of him, you’d save that for later.

For now, you’ll let Bucky have his way with you.

“See how hard you make me just by having those pretty tits out?” Bucky crooned, holding his cock and slapping it on top of your breasts.

You almost salivate at what Bucky was doing to you— pressing the head of his cock against your nipple, teasing it until you were squirming in your seat. He hasn’t even touched you yet but you could already feel another orgasm building up.

“Squeeze your tits together for me, baby...yeah, fuck. Just like that, god you make so fucking crazy.”

More obscenities fly out of Bucky’s mouth as he circled your nipples with his cock, slapping it against the swell of your breasts, smearing his pre-cum all over your skin.

“Keep your tits pushed together for me, yeah?” Bucky instructed and you immediately comply.

He lets out a primal grunt when he slowly slid his cock in between your breasts, his eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his cock being squeezed. Bucky pulled out again and this time, he took his damn time pushing his cock in between your tits.

“Fuck, baby. Your tits look so perfect with my cock in between them.” He breathed out.

“Hold onto the couch, baby.” Bucky quickly added, his hands replacing yours on the sides of your breasts.

Bucky pushed your tits together, holding onto them as leverage before he started fucking your breasts. You were used to Bucky making noise during sex but this was the only time he had gotten so loud, grunting and growling as he slid in and out of your tits.

“Stick your tongue out baby, wanna feel your tongue on the tip of my cock whenever I slide in.”

You moaned at the salty taste of Bucky’s pre-cum when the head of his cock touched your tongue. Drool began to slip past your lips and chin, trickling down to your breasts giving Bucky more lubrication.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Jesus...” Bucky panted, his face scrunching up in pleasure as he felt his orgasm approach.

After a few more thrusts, Bucky quickly took a step back as he jerked his cock until he came on your chest. Veins on his neck popped out as he cursed, watching ropes of his cum land on your breasts.

“You look so beautiful like that, princess.” Bucky praised you and proceeds to spread the mess he made on your tits using his cock.

He bit his lip as he swirled it around your nipple, sliding across the valley of your breast towards the other. Bucky cupped your jaw and tilted your face up as he bends down to kiss you. It’s a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and spit.

Bucky pulled away and smirked, “Gotta clean up my mess on you.”

The question was lost to a wanton moan when Bucky knelt down to lick your neck, sucking marks onto your skin before moving lower to your tits.

His name came out as a breathy whimper when Bucky started licking his release from your breasts, cleaning you up. He groaned at his own taste when he suckled your nipple again, his hands cupping your breasts to lift them up further into his face.

When he twisted your other nipple, your hands flew to his hair as your back arched.

And with the way Bucky stared up at you hungrily, you already knew that this wasn’t the end yet. It was just the beginning.

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thewritingginger · 4 years ago

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AoT Boys - Preferences

This is something... I have nothing else to say about it lol

Also it may be a bit all over the place idk

Fandom: Attack on Titan Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager & Jean Kirstein Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Fem! Bodied Reader, Mentions of sex, Swearing, lot of boob, ass, & thigh talk, also switches b/w saying s/o and you I'm a mess :)

Enjoy ~

Reiner

Reiner is a simple man that loves dem tiddies!

Big or little doesn't matter

Man has giant hands and if it fits it ships

“You fit so perfectly in my hands.”

Loves to lay on your chest - #LittleSpoonReiner

When he had a particularly rough day all he wants to do is nizzle into your chest and breathe in your scent

Likes to massage them over your clothes when y’all make out

Can’t keep his mouth off of them, licking and biting them as he also plays with your nipples

He may give them a few smacks here and there if that's the mood 😉

Honestly would so happy to just play with your chest and nothing else, especially if you really like it

Likes when his s/o rides him - not only cuz it gives them more control of the pacing but also bc he gets a full view of their breasts

If you want to make this man nearly combust send him a saucy pic while he’s out/at work and can’t get to you

Man is weak for some lacy lingerie - really likes pastels and white (to him if makes it almost feel naughtier cuz of how sweet it looks)

“I was thinking of wearing this to our date tonight, do you like it? 😇” - w/ a mirror pic of you in a matching lacy set, wearing one of his large button up shirts and make sure you put your hand on your cheek sweetly, pressing your breasts together

He would call you so fast!

“Sweetheart, I am at work! Please-”

“And change of plans, instead of going out Imma need you to be on that bed when I get home tonight because we will not be leaving that room till you’re completely fucked out.”

Really likes clothed sex - why would he just rip of that pretty lingerie you put on for him when he can continue to enjoy it on your beautiful body while he rails you?!

He just overall enjoys seeing and feeling your chest and bonus points for it also feeling good for you though he doesn’t really touch them w/o your permission/ when y’all are getting it on

However, in his sleep his hand can become a bit of a wanderer

So he is a perv but not so outwardly so

Really likes lacy or mesh shirts where can see your bra/bralette - though sometimes it can make him feel some type of way

“Beautiful, I always love what you wear but you gotta stop doing this to me, my heart can’t take it.”

Man just melts for you! ok?!

Armin

Armin is a Thigh Man! and I will die on this hill!!!

He loves to hold and squeeze them - in both sexual & non-sexual situations

Laying on them is prime time for him, he may even leave a few sleepy kisses behind before falling asleep on them

Also Thigh fucking is his jam!! And you can’t convince me otherwise

Not only does he love the feeling of your thighs jerking him off but also it’s about that teasing he loves to give his s/o

May even taunt them about it

“You like feeling my cock slide between your thighs?”

“My Angel wishes they had my cock inside them, huh.”

He also just generally loves kissing, licking and biting your thighs, he likes to take his time especially when he is about to go down on you

He likes to have his hand on his s/o’s thigh while sitting next to them, whether at home or out for lunch with friends - not necessarily in a sexual way well… unless you want him to 😉

Want to make him excited? Wear some thigh high stockings

If you are wearing a skirt and at some point in the day you lift the hem to show the garter strap holding up your stocking he’ll let out a little low hum of approval and needs to get his hands on you soon

That also goes for if you want to send him a little pic in the day to show you miss him just a little

“Thinking of you bb 🥰” - w/ a picture of your skirt raised or just in a pair of cute panties while sat on your knees with your thighs pressed together would do the trick

He would blush a little at the initial shock -especially if around others- but would be quick to excuse himself before responding

“You’re so beautiful, when I get home I’m gonna spread those pretty thighs open and have you screaming for me.”

Boy really likes not only shear tights but also fishnets

Whether you wear them under a skirt/dress or under distressed jeans and it peeks through holes and over the top he’s in for it

Has 10000% had sex with a pair of fishnets on - the ones with the extra large holes that he can fit his dick through - yes ma’am

Also just plain old ripping them open so make sure you don’t spend a lot of money of your tights cuz they might not last too long oop

Eren

Also a Boobie Man!

Whether he is just chillin on the couch watching t.v. with his s/o or making out and getting down to business, his hand somehow always finds its way to a boob

He will just put his arm around your shoulder and snake his hand down the collar of your shirt and just cup it - maybe will begin to give a few squeezes here and there mf treating it like a stress ball smh

Will motor boat you - he doesn’t care if there isn't much to your chest either cuz he will go for it anyway

If he is having sex in missionary best believe both his palms would be kneaded his s/o’s breasts

Or if from behind he will lean over and wrap his arm around their front to hold them

But lets need not forget the tiddie bounce when his s/o rides him

So many choices baby boy doesn’t know which one he likes best 🤔

Loves some tiddie-fucking

And cumming on dem boobies as well

“You look so good with my cum drippin down your tits.”

This bitch will be at work and ask for nudes smh

Of course he wants boobie pics - loves when you are topless and holding your breasts with your hands or simply just your cleavage down your shirt

“You’re always so good to me Babygirl. I’ll see you when I get home 😉”

Likes when you wear revealing tops

Of course he’ll about throw hands if someone's gaze stays a bit too long but he is proud of his baby and knows they are beautiful

Eren, unlike Reiner, is more outwardly pervy

Always encourages you not to wear a bra

“Your nipples are so cute, why wouldn’t you want to show them.”

Also you know he aint afraid to stare and when you catch him he’ll just give you a wink and a cocky smirk

Jean

Bonafide Booty Man!

Like Reiner, the size doesn’t matter!

Big or little - if he can grab he can vibe with it

This boy always has his hand on the butt any chance he gets

Cuddle Time? His hand will rubb and hold the booty

When y’all are making out? You best believe he’ll pull you real close and squeeze your ass

So safe to say that taking his s/o from behind is great booty access

Also reverse Cowgirl is a nice view as well

“Fuck, I love seeing your ass bounce on my cock.”

Loves to squeeze, jiggle and spank your butt

Also kissing and biting the cheeks are a yes in his book

Likes to bend over his s/o and go down on them from behind, having is tongue covered in their taste as his hands grope and smack their ass - sign him up

Likes days in at home with you, especially if you opt out of wearing pants - Pants are always optional in his household 😉

If he sees cheeks he’s a happy man

Expect to get little booty love taps &/or pinches while around him - mostly when it’s just you two at home

If you want to fluster him a bit give his ass a little smack/squeeze of your own

Likes when you send him pics but when he’s at work? He’ll have to breathe for a minute and leave the room if others are around

“Baby, should I get these?” - w/ a pic in a dressing room wearing a silky “pajama” short set that leaves little to the imagination; booty on full display of course

“Yes! 😍😍😍”

“My sweet girl, I want to see you in that when I get home.”

Big fan of leggings and high waisted pants on his s/o - all about extenuating that booty

Just tight pants in general tbh

If you ever come out in a little number and the booty is poppin he’ll grab your hand and make you do a little spin for him to get a full 360 view

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apocalypticgargoyle · 4 years ago

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𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙅𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎. | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by @raeganlolz <3

∘ requests: I tried to use as many as I could that made sense! Hope you enjoy!

“the things i’d do to meet edgy karl’s parents.”

“ok but next time you want to write smut for edgy!karl...post pregnancy scare...karl having a fixation on readers tiddies...like the whole time. -🧚🏻‍♀️”

“i stg this is my last thing ill send in today about edgy!karl but karl letting reader dom him completely.-🧚🏻‍♀️”

“CONSIDER edgy!Karl saying ‘that's my girl’”

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), mentions of underaged sex, asphyxiation, domination, this being 4k

∘ word count: ~4000 (im so sorry)

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ disclaimer: I made up all the dynamics and Karl lore. This is also an au and I do what I want so

You rolled your shoulders, twisting your back to alleviate some of the stress in your back as your mind raced at the possible outcomes of spending the weekend at Karl’s parent’s place. He seemed to deal with the situation in his own way, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips as he scrubbed the nail polish from his fingers. You wondered if his parents were sticklers for order, then again, knowing Karl, there was no way they weren’t crazy strict. You thought about your own family and what would happen if Karl were to meet your mother.

Karl seemed almost absent-mindedly going through the motions of visiting them like you had nothing to worry about. There were occasions when he even made it clear that you had your life more intact than he did, so it was doubtful they would hate you.

You peered over at him, taking your eyes off the road momentarily as he paused to blow smoke out of his window. “Why do you have to take it off?” You asked, gesturing to his hands.

He scoffed slightly, sitting up and throwing the dirty cotton ball into the small bag beside him. “My mom hates the dark colors,” he murmured, flicking his cigarette bud outside. He moved a hand to settle over your thigh, wrapping his fingers around the flesh. “Don’t worry, I’ll paint them again when we get back,” he chided. “I know it’s the only reason you keep me around.”

You snorted at this, shaking your head at his joke.

The two of you came to a small stop-over town, swapping seats after filling up the tank at the local gas station. Through the crack in the passenger window, you could hear the cashier greeting Karl as if they were old friends, smacking him on the back and walking him out the door with a smile. As Karl sank into the driver’s seat you furrowed your brows. He looked at you with a shrug. “We vacation around here sometimes,” he brushed off, making your mouth twist in disbelief. He was downplaying the extent of his family’s hold over the town.

As the two of you drove through the main street of the town, your eyes snapped to the various stores with his last name plastered on the signs. You nearly asked him about it, instead opting out as you figured he would give you a half-assed answer and only give you part of the story.

His house had its own street, a long winding road that ended in a looped driveway the size of a suburban cold-de-sac. You willed yourself not to let your mouth gape at the sheer size of the mansion as it stared back at you, blocking the moonlight as Karl opened the passenger door for you to climb out. “Stop treating me like the fucking Queen of England,” you murmured, elbowing him as he pulled on his hoodie, shaking out his hair slightly.

He laughed at you, popping a piece of gum in his mouth, and pressing his lips to yours in a nearly heated kiss as if to give you a taste of what he had in store of you. As he broke the embrace, his nose brushed against yours. “I can treat you worse if you want, pet?” He offered, causing you to shove him away from you.

“We are literally in your parents’ driveway. Chill out,” you urged, making him chuckle as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the front door. Your heart hammered in your ears as he pushed open the door. You tugged on his arm. “Shouldn’t we knock first?” You whispered, making him pop his gum and shrug.

As if telling you not to worry, he pulled you the rest of the way in the house, only to be greeted with an old man barely reaching over your height. “Karl! My god, you nearly scared the living daylights outta me!” He hooted, as Karl wrapped his arm around the old man, the two chattering away like the best of friends.

You smiled at the warmth between the two, watching Karl blossom. He moved to stand by you, wrapping his arm around your waist and gesturing to the man. “This is my nanny, Leslie. He wouldn’t leave so I think he just dusts the books in one of the libraries,” Karl joked, making the man swat the air in front of Karl.

You raised your eyebrows. “One of the libraries?” You repeated quietly as if to make sure you heard him correctly.

He smirked at you, disregarding your surprise. “This is my girlfriend,” he introduced, rather proudly as Leslie’s face lit up. He grabbed your hands and rambled on about how he had never thought Karl would introduce a girlfriend to the family.

“I thought I heard Karl’s voice. Did he make it?” A feminine tone rang out into the foyer, capturing Karl’s attention a beat before she had started talking as if he had sensed her. You wanted to smirk at the vision, knowing he did the same when he heard you.

A woman came around the corner of one of the walls, her hair and makeup applied to a professional standard and her clothes were cleanly pressed. She looked as if she had just gotten home from an office job with a corner office. Her intimidating aura vanished along with his as soon as she saw him, scooping him up in her arms as he chuckled slightly. She held him out an arm’s length away, pinching his sides and calling him a beanstalk. Another man a few years older than Leslie entered the room, draped in a flowery apron. He embraced Karl as well, the couple fawning over him like they hadn’t seen him in years.

Karl gestured for you to come closer as he showed you off to the pair, introducing them as his parents. Karl’s mom immediately embraced you, murmuring about how Karl hadn’t brought a girl home in ages let alone a girlfriend and you were quickly being to notice a theme amongst the group.

The house was massive, which you had quickly noticed was even bigger than it looked outside, as Karl’s mother looped her arm around yours, giving you the tour and explaining the extensive history of the Jacobs family and their impact on the house. Leslie and she served as some of the most entertaining tour guides you’d ever experienced as they giggling and joked. Karl walked quietly behind the group of you, hands in his pockets as he looked up at the ceilings and pictures as if he hadn’t seen them a thousand times growing up.

You peered over your shoulder, making sure he was still with the rest of you. He set you a wink, lips curling at the sight of you getting along with his family members.

After you were finally beginning to lose track of time Karl broke into the charade, and after vaguely mentioning he was tired, his mother when into a mock cuddling mode, cooing to him sarcastically, yet letting the two of you slink away for the night with the promise of finishing the tour before Karl’s brother showed up in the morning.

Soon it was just you and Karl again, him leading you up a flight of stairs. The hallways were lit with small lanterns that at one time had probably fostered candles but were now replaced with electric ones. You weren’t sure where to look as the walls were crammed with painting and photographs. Half of you wanted to admire the architecture while the rest of you was attempting to identify who the artist was that had done most of the artwork.

Karl sighed tiredly, popping open a door and switching on the lights. You bit back a smile at the view of his room in its pristine condition. The various shades of blues and greys accenting the features of his bed and various pieces of furniture. As you looked around, he threw his wallet and keys onto the dresser beside his bed, shutting the door to drown out the faint music coming from the kitchen. You sat in one of the massive chairs beside the fireplace, your mind running blank with disbelief. A fire was already burning in anticipation of his return.

You ran your finger along the seam in the leather. “When you said your family had money… I didn’t picture all,” you paused gesturing around you, “… this…”

He shrugged with a small smile on his face. “Do you wanna know a little piece of Karl lore?” He asked, smugly.

You perked your eyebrows at his words. “You know I do.”

He gestured with his fingers for you to come towards him as he walked closer to one of the massive windows. He settled his hand in the crook of your neck, turning you to look across the pond at a few of the other massive properties. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pointing at one directly in front of you. “I lost my virginity in that one,” he stated, making you chuckle.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. “And to whom?” You queried, as his teeth nipped at your ear.

You could practically hear him smirk. “Her name was Ms. Scarlet back then, but I think she’s been married again,” he answered, making you freeze in his hold. “I think she was between husband two and three.”

“Wait, what?” You turned around to face him.

He brushed his lips against yours. “You jealous?”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling out of his touch. “Were you of age?” You questioned, voice coming out in almost a winded laugh.

He shrugged, plopping down on the bed behind him, leaning his weight back on his hands. “Not the first time.” He smiled up at you. “She’s a friend of mine’s mom. I cut her grass that summer.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Jesus Christ,” you murmured. “Did you hook up again after that?” It was like he had opened Pandora’s box, a mass of questions echoing like bees within your mind.

He looked at the ceiling. “We stopped before my sophomore year of college, I think.” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Yeah, so almost five years.” Your mouth gapped slightly. “But only when I came back for breaks.”

“You were seventeen?” You stressed. “And when you came back from where?” You sat beside him, attempting to decide if you should be worried or not. Obviously, it wasn’t a fact you could change, but the fact that a woman had him at so young-

He hummed slightly. “Boarding school,” he mumbled, trying not to seem smug. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I know it sounds bad now, but she wasn’t taking advantage of me or anything,” he assured. “I think you’d like her, honestly.”

“You think I’d like a woman that preys on little boys?” He snorted at your comment and you smacked his chest, making him laugh louder.

He dug his face into your neck. “Age of consent is lower here,” he continued to assure. “Baby, I’m okay.” His teeth nipped at your skin. “Plus, I don’t think I’d know how to make you feel so good without her.” That made you green around the gills. You attempted to put the thought of Karl and an older woman out of your mind. “How did you lose yours?”

You swallowed your questions, deciding to save them for another day. “In a treehouse before I left for college. With my roommate’s twin brother,” you murmured.

He chuckled. “Oh, shit. We’re both bad friends, aren’t we?” He jested.

You shook your head, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I was dating him, actually. It was really brief.”

“The sex or the relationship?” He asked, making two gesture two fingers into the air. He pulled away from you, sending you a small smile. “And what’s his name? I need to know who you’re comparing me to.”

You scoffed. “Clay,” you answered, the image of the boy flashing into your mind for an instant.

Karl’s demeanor changed. “Clay?” He repeated, sounding like you earlier as you wrapped your brain around the extent of the Jacobs fortune. “What does that seem so familiar…” he trailed off in thought. You perked your eyebrow at him, knowing full-well the two could have unintentionally crossed paths on campus.

The next morning, you could have sworn you were on the set of a period piece if it weren’t for Karl’s father’s golfing attire and his mother’s tight black dress as they welcomed various family members into the house. You had finally met Karl’s older brother, an accomplished man with a good job and an even more impressive education, yet each time he attempted to boast about his earnings or the progress he was bringing to the family business, he was swatted off only for his parents to gloat about Karl’s fraternity connections and grades.

You peered over Karl’s shoulder as he showed you Todd’s Instagram post, the two of you scoffing before you liked his picture from your account, making Karl roll his eyes as you snickered.

“… And that being said, renting cars is no longer a strenuous task,” Karl’s brother finished.

Mrs. Jacobs nodded her head slightly. Karl had mentioned the family joke of disregarding what his brother said, even if it was impressive or you were interested. It had been a running gag since Karl was in high school and they weren’t planning on letting up anytime soon. “Yeah, that’s neat. Did you hear Karl learned how to do his own laundry?” His mom boasted with a small chirp to her voice as if Karl were the best thing on the planet.

You bit back a laugh as his brother grumbled to himself, his wife patting his arm reassuringly. “He was also one of the most expensive at KA. Very impressive son!” His dad added, sending him a thumbs up.

You stood with Karl in the living room; his arm draped around the top of a bookshelf you were leaning against as you both listened to one of his cousins talk about a new boat they had just paid off.

Your heels felt tight on your feet as you switched the weight from one ankle to the other, leaning closer to Karl. He moved so his lips were near your ear. “Don’t let him fool you. It’s a hollowed-out log with a rudder,” he chided, making the corner of your mouth twist up.

“It’s not much, but it’s honest,” you mockingly defended. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Inexplicably,” he murmured back, making you laugh quietly. He let a beat of silence pass between the two of you before wetting his lips. “Say the word and we’ll find a random room and I’ll ruin your makeup,” he whispered.

You scoffed, inching closer to him while your eyes remained on the center of the room where everyone was talking. “How can you be horny around your family?”

You could feel his warm breath against your neck. “Because I’m more focused on you in that tight little dress than Kevin’s boat.”

You took a sip from your cup. “Dirty boy,” you joshed quietly.

Karl smirked at you before his eyes drifted to the front door, a new flow of people filing into the house. You noticed him grow quiet, following his gaze to a woman and a boy around your age. They greeted Karl’s parents happily before integrating into the living room with the rest of you. You could tell by the way his face twisted smugly that the woman was Ms. Scarlet. You drew in a breath as she neared the two of you.

Karl stood up a bit straighter and you bit back a laugh, making a mental note on having to tease him about his MILF. The woman smiled brightly at Karl, pinching his cheek. You attempted to piece together who the boy was and if Karl had mentioned him before.

Karl cleared his throat after they shared their pleasantries. “Uh, this is Nick, but everyone calls him Sapnap, and this is his mom… Ms. Scarlet?” He questioned the last part as she charmingly laughed.

“Oh, no darling. I’m Mrs. Donahue now.” Sapnap rolled his eyes slightly at her words, taking a sip of his drink as she winked at him.

Karl smirked. “Right, congratulations. Anyway, they’ve been our neighbors for years-”

She cut him off, squeezing his arm. “Oh, come on! We were trying to marry Karl off to one of Nick’s cousins and finally join the families, but it’s just funny how things work out,” she stated. You wracked your brain, attempting to figure out if it was a dig at you or Karl. The two of them went off on a tangent about the array of Sapnap’s cousins that Karl had had to take on dates and whatnot.

“So, you’re dating Karl then?” Sapnap asked you, more of an aside as they had seemed to forget about you.

You nodded; the fact still rather foreign to you when given the chance to think about it. “Yeah, I’ll claim him,” you joked. “Did you guys go to the same high school?” You asked, attempting conversation.

He looked at you tiredly. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve been classmates since we were little.” You hummed in interest. “I mean, since he fucked my mom we haven’t been hanging out or anything,” he added as if you had been itching to ask.

You had been.

You snorted at his words as he smiled slightly. “Sorry, that’s not funny,” you apologized, covering your mouth.

He shook his head, laughing softly. “No, it definitely is, don’t worry.”

“How did, uh… that affect you guys?” You asked, biting back your humorous response.

He seemed to relax from his stiffened introduction a few minutes prior. He wet his lips. “Honestly, there’s no going back from that, you know?”

You giggled. “No, I don’t.”

He laughed at your answer, covering it with a cough as Karl seemed to remember you were standing beside him. Sapnap’s mom suddenly spotted an old friend of hers, the two parting from your life almost as quickly as they had entered. You leaned against Karl’s arm.

“I like Sapnap,” you hummed, watching the two leave. “He seems quiet.” Karl shrugged beside you. Your mind wandered to whether Sapnap knew Todd. Part of you wished you had asked him, but you were struggling to remember Todd’s real name anyway. “Did you have fun with your lady friend?” You mocked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, biting back a smirk. “You’re my lady friend.”

You chuckled. “Oh? I thought you’d forgotten.”

Before you knew it, you were pressed against Karl in a coat closet in a remote part of the house, unable to make it to his room before his hands were up your skirt and his lips were attacking your skin. He pinned you against the door as if he were worried you would slip out of his grasp as he ground his hips against yours. His teeth grazed against your neck in a mess of hands and hair.

You pushed him further into the closet before he plopped down in a chair towards the back. The both of you shared a look of confusion as to why it was there yet shrugged and went back to carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at his lips with your own. He moaned into your mouth as you climbed into his lap, his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs before snaking up to slip into the top of your dress and take your breast into one of his large hands.

Kissing him felt strange without his tongue ring; if you weren’t so desperate to get yourself off, you would have complained about missing it.

You ground yourself on his lap, groaning at your newfound friction as he spread his legs further for you, his free hand dragging you against his crotch. You pressed your lips against his neck, biting at the skin, determined to mark him as yours. You weren’t doing it to ward off Ms. Scarlet, no. This was for you, knowing full well that Karl always wore your hickeys with pride.

Your hands went to his belt buckle, impatience taking over as you nipped at his skin, earning moans of pleasure as he let you have your way with him. He pressed his lips to your chest as you freed his cock from its cloth entrapment, stroking him with your hand. “Give me your panties,” he whispered, breathlessly as he hooked his fingers around your waistband. You obliged before angling him at your entrance and sinking down onto him. The two of you let out moans of pleasure, swallowing each other’s appraisal.

The air grew warm around the two of you as you began to roll your hips against him. Your head tilting back as you tried to quiet yourself down, knowing the last thing you wanted was for someone to walk in… again.

Karl’s fingers moved to unzip your dress, exposing your chest to his mouth as your fingers moved to tug at his dark locks. He ground his hips up into yours, a thankful moan slipping past your lips as his tongue pressed against the valley between your breasts.

You pushed him against the back of the chair, capturing his lips against your and slipping your tongue into his mouth. He completely submitted to your actions, wanting nothing more than to taste you as you began to ride him harder. Your nails dug into the back of the chair, your other hand moving to unbutton the top of his shirt and wrap around his neck. “Is she better than me?” You asked; your breath husky and demanding as his teeth flashed back at you, his leering smirk mixing with his blissed-out expression as he tried not to roll his eyes at how good he felt with you taking all of him.

“N-no. Of course not,” he groaned. His lips were pink from your teeth, cheeks flushed with lust and adrenaline as his blunt nails raked up your body to claw at your back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, voice almost a whimper.

You moved your hand to press your thumb to brush against his bottom lip, loving the pleasured expression on his face as he looked at you like you owned him. “Good,” you answered plainly, swirling your hips and tightening your grip on his neck before you could feel your impending orgasm nearly within reach. He almost smiled up at you. What a little freak.

You moved your hand to fist in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to press your lips against his as you bounced on top of him. He let out a deep moan before you felt him release, making you scoff sardonically. His fingers moved to grip your hips, thrusting against you harder, determined to get you to follow him. You dug your face into the crook of his neck, his teeth digging into your skin.

Shamelessly, you let him drag you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with a flash of heat and relief. Karl kissed you roughly, desperate to taste your moans as if looking for your approval. "That's my girl," he moaned, smiling against your lips.

As the two of you straightened your clothing and cleaned up your appearances, you went for your underpants in Karl’s pocket, but he grabbed your wrist, drawing you to his chest. “You got to be on top, that means I’m in charge of foreplay for the rest of the night,” he answered, pressing a brief and sultry kiss against your lips to wipe away your shocked expression.

“Fine, then I’m in charge when we get back and I’ll send lewds to Todd,” you threatened with an empty conscious on the matter. “Just to make it spicy. Stir it up a bit,” you joshed.

He groaned, making you smirk. “You’re playing with fire,” he mumbled.

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