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magpie-writes · 2 years ago

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Venus in Furs

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Rating: E

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: Targcest, semi-public sex, bondage, pain kink, explicit smut

A/N: Venus in Furs is a poly Helaemond au. We have no idea how many chapters it'll end up being, but the story will progress as the relationship does. Sometimes a chapter might be a little kinky drabble, other times it might be an epic 10k beast. This story has just become such a vulnerable little happy place for @acrossthesestars and myself and we hope you enjoy it! Tags will be updated as the chapters go on.

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Part One - Seven Hells P.1 | Part Two - Seven Hells P.2 | Part Three

The sky above was clear, stars managing to peek out even from the thick veil of the city lights. It was loud, music blaring from cars and drunk revelers pouring out from the mouths of the surrounding bars and clubs. My heels clicked on the sidewalk, the noise echoing loud over all the others and my hands curled into fists within my coat pockets.

'Don't lose your nerve,' I thought. 'You aren't allowed to chicken out.'

A sharp gust of near freezing wind ruffled my coat, blowing up beneath the short skirt of the black dress I wore under it, and I bit down on my cheek to keep from yelping nervously at the shock as I neared the building I had been looking for.

Seven Hells was a privately owned club, the red brick facade blending into all the others on the block. The only clue that I had arrived at the right place was the small gilded placard by the door that simply read "7" in an ornate script. My chilled fingers wrapped around a thick brass knocker in the shape of a dragon's head, rapping it gently against the wood. The door swung open and a handsome bouncer stared me down, the moment stretching on forever. He was older, with a close cropped silver beard, a bald head, and a thousand yard stare.

"Password," he asked, his voice rich and deep.

"Oh don't bother with all that, Harrold," a soft voice chirped from behind him. "She's with me. Isn't that right, Lady Grey?"

The door opened a crack wider, revealing a cloud of moon pale hair and the Cheshire Cat grin beneath it.

“Honestly, you express a tea preference one time.” Rolling my eyes despite the amused smile tugging at my lips, I stepped up onto the landing, close enough for the club’s warm air to twine invitingly around my bare legs, beckoning me inside. With an apologetic shrug to the stoic giant before me, I gave the password Helaena Targaryen texted me earlier that evening.

“Dreamfyre.”

He granted me a nod, as if in appreciation of a fellow rule-follower, and threw the door wide.

“Welcome to Seven Hells.”

If I'd thought the grandeur of our Neo-Gothic university campus was extravagant, with its ivy-clad walls, peaked windows, and rolling quads beneath venerable oak trees, the sumptuousness of this club delighted in proving me wrong. Stepping down into its shadowy interior, I couldn’t help gaping at the luxury surrounding me. Sleek, black leather couches sprawled along the edges of the cavernous room, all subtly tilted towards a low stage, the obvious focal point of the room. No one graced it, not this early in the evening, but a St. Andrew’s cross stood waiting in the wings, eager for its first victim. It was the most obvious nod towards the club’s hedonistic character but the more I looked, the more secrets I uncovered.

Steel hardpoints graced walls and furniture, looking like so much industrial hardware until I realized their presence went beyond simple aesthetics. Mirrors littered the walls, affording endless views for performers and pleasure seekers alike. Stacks of silken cord lined low-running shelves, all in easy reach. It was an opulent, unguarded promise of sensuality.

A dare.

A shiver of anticipation licked up my spine, despite the warmth winding sinuously around my legs, caressing my chilled skin and urging me eagerly to shed my heavy wool coat.

“Come on. I can’t wait to show you everything.” Helaena seized my hand excitedly while I was still unwinding the glittering gray scarf from around my neck. I shoved it into the pocket of my coat as Harrold quietly lifted the garment from my arms before withdrawing to his post by the door.

My eyes weren't sure where to land. A pretty brunette winked at me from behind the bar and heat crawled up my throat at the gesture. My gaze darted from the couches to the stage to the people who had just started to trickle into the space before landing on the pale hand that grasped my own.

Helaena was divine, a gods damned painting, a water nymph come to life. Her white-blonde hair hung in soft waves around her shoulders, her plump body sheathed in a tight powder blue dress, the hem hitting her mid thigh. When she turned back to wink at me, the light caught in the glitter she had painted over her eyelids, her pink mouth curling up at the edges.

"I love first timers." Her voice was soft, but I still heard every word.

I raised a brow. "Do you bring people here often?"

She squeezed my hand. "No," was all she said as she dragged me to the bar.

The energy of the club settled around us as I followed my new friend, all simmering possibility and the driving beat of music emanating from hidden speakers. When I slid onto one of the plush velvet barstools, Helaena perched alongside me, never letting go of my hand even as she raised her other to catch the bartender’s gaze.

“Two of the Wild Gin Brambles please, Talya”

My eyes widened in surprise as she named the exact cocktail I would have ordered from the specials menu. Despite the crowd of people surrounding the bar, jockeying to place their orders, no one looked surprised when, in mere moments, the bartender slid two glasses towards the pair of us.

“How did you guess?”

Helaena only smiled her enigmatic smile and raised her own drink to clink against mine.

Her violet eyes tracked every movement as I raised the sweating glass to my lips and took my first sip. Flavor bloomed on my tongue, tart and sweet, strong but clear, the blackberry syrup coating my mouth even as the gin traced a cool burn down my throat.

“That is delicious,” I said, having to raise my voice slightly to be heard over the sound of the other revelers.

“Let me try.”

Rather than lifting her own glass, Helaena leaned in and kissed me.

Startled, my lips parted on a gasp, but when I moved to cup the other woman’s cheek, she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, a swift, gentle taste, and then she pulled back, her gaze searching.

“What did you think?” My voice was deeper, roughened with the desire already surging in my blood.

“Delicious,” she confirmed. Her starry eyes roved over my curves and I could swear they came to rest on the hollow of my throat. I wondered if she could see the eager jump of my pulse.

Helaena grinned when she recognized her stare was bordering on overwhelming, glancing down into the depths of her drink and taking a sip. I looked up, willing away the heat that had settled almost uncomfortably in my cheeks. My gaze settled on the mirror, a flash of silver catching my attention. From across the room, mismatched eyes pinned me like a butterfly to glass. The set of his full mouth was almost stern, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. My heart hammered against my ribs but when I blinked, he was gone.

A wide smile broke over Helaena's face. Whatever had grabbed her attention lit her up from the inside out, a soft warm glow settling beneath her skin like a beacon. I turned and couldn't stop the soft "oh" that fell from my lips.

If Helaena was divine, then Aemond Targaryen was damned. He was her soul's twin and yet her opposite, hard and lean where she was soft and curved. He prowled toward the pair of us with all the violent grace of a predator stalking prey, the top half of his long white hair pulled away from his face, the rest hanging down his back like a curtain. He wore all black, a button down shirt tucked into fitted slacks. His face was hard, unreadable except for the flame in his left eye, the same shade of violet as his sister's. In place of his right eye, lost in some accident at the hand of his nephew, if rumor was to be believed, sat a sapphire, the facets swallowing up the low red lights of the club's interior. Helaena squealed and clapped her hands at his arrival, reaching for him. Aemond took her hand, pulling her close and bringing it to his mouth, his lips soft against her skin as he hummed in greeting.

"I'm surprised she came," he said by way of acknowledgement, his gaze falling finally on me.

Heat bristled up my spine, righteous indignation at being referred to as if I was of no importance.

"Play nice or Lady Grey won't come at all and where's the fun in that?" Helaena replied, poking at Aemond's middle.

Something tensed in my gut at that easy, playful gesture. A reminder of how these two belonged to each other, pale and strange as binary stars and just as entangled. How could I ever hope to join their orbit?

As if sensing that momentary flicker of doubt, Aemond raised one perfectly sculpted brow with all the cool poise of a marble god as if to ask “How indeed?” I bristled, drawing myself up to my full height, my spine set like steel. Damn him and his smug self-assurance. Helaena had approached me after all, invited me to join them in their pleasure den I’d only heard whispered about on campus, with all the dark, half-veiled insinuations that accompanied such an invitation.

“You tell him, Hel.” I slid my arms around her waist, glaring a challenge of my own at Aemond over her shoulder. “She was just wondering if there might be any dancing on tap for the evening, or is that too frivolous for the Eyes Wide Shut crowd?”

Aemond’s mouth twitched.

“Oh, I’m sure we could manage something.”

In the end, all it took was an imperious nod and his sharp gaze to some nearby staff member, and then the music shifted, turning to a low, throbbing beat that pulsed through the crowd. People moved as if summoned to the dance floor, a tangled knot of writhing bodies and reaching limbs. Aemond sketched a half-mocking, half charmingly outdated bow and extended a hand to me.

“Would she like to dance?” This time, the slyly intentional word choice felt less like a slight and more like an almost-apology, an unspoken admission of having chosen his words poorly. For the first time, I noticed how stiff his posture was. Maybe I wasn’t the only one unsure of how to navigate this evening.

I inclined my own head, amused despite myself, and said “She would.”

It was easy enough to follow him to the dance floor, Helaena close at his heels. Aemond spun me once before drawing me close, his hand finding the small of my back. "Dance, then," he said in an amused tone, his gaze raking over my body. I narrowed my eyes as he just stood there, trying to get a feel for whatever game he was playing. It was Helaena who rescued me, her hands finding mine and pulling me further from the edge of the dance floor.

She moved with a liquid sort of grace, the sort that left one utterly entranced. It was impossible not to move toward her, caught in her orbit as if she were the brightest star in the dark sky. Her lavender eyes were bright enough to light up the dance floor as her hands settled on my hips, turning my back to her front before pulling me flush against her. She smelled like violets and lilies and something earthier, something you would find in the forest after it rained. I wondered if later I would be covered in the body glitter she'd dusted all over herself, her skin shimmering in the glow.

"Can I touch you?" She asked, her voice low against my ear.

There was literally nothing I wanted more in that moment.

I nodded and she ran a hand up my throat to grasp at my jaw, tilting my head back until she could catch my mouth with her own. She tasted like gin and sweet lip gloss, strawberry maybe. My hips followed whatever sinuous rhythm she set as she curled her tongue around mine. I felt her smile against my lips and couldn't stop myself from mirroring the gesture. With one hand I reached back, carding my fingers through the moonlight strands at the nape of her neck.

One song melted into two and then three and I learned for a fact what I had already had an idea of: Helaena Targaryen was entirely captivating. She radiated a dreaminess, a sort of unexplainable out there feeling that I couldn't put my finger on but I knew I wanted to sink into. There was also an edge. She had teeth and claws and made a conscious choice to keep them sheathed. At some point I had turned back to face her and she smiled wide again, as if she had never considered not being so open, so real. Then her eyes drifted away, lighting up again when they landed on her brother. I looked too, because I couldn't help it. Aemond had taken up a perch on one of the large leather chairs, more of a loveseat, really. When our eyes met he raised his left hand and beckoned us forward with a crooked finger. Helaena drifted toward him as if pulled by gravity, her hand reaching back for mine and pulling me along after her.

I mirrored her movements, lowering myself onto Aemond’s outstretched right thigh while she claimed his left. When I did, his gaze snapped to mine, startled. The intensity there, the banked violet fire, ripped through me like a summer storm, leaving heat and electricity crackling in its wake. Before I could shift my weight or draw back, before I could even form an apology for overreaching, he caught me around the waist to keep me still. Slowly, deliberately, curiously, he flexed his muscled thigh beneath my legs, shifting it just enough to drag against me and make me gasp. Pleasure kindled in his hawklike stare and I smiled, heat rising in my cheeks.

We’d surprised each other.

Helaena tipped her head back and laughed, her carefree delight so infectious even her brother’s lips quirked into something like a smile. Pure, wild joy beat like wings within my chest when her lavender gaze met mine at the same time that Aemond rested a hand on my thigh. As if some hidden key had turned, the tumblers falling into place, everything slid open, the night suddenly wide open and brimming with potential. Something was happening and we were part of it. We were all of it.

The music fell away. All I could hear was the breath catching in Helaena’s throat when I leaned in and kissed her. The hiss Aemond sucked between his teeth when his sister’s hand slid up to cup my breast. I looked around, expecting shock or censure, but while the warmth of her palm moving over my dress made my heart race as if the world was ending, no one else seemed to even notice. Even so, I pulled back, heat flashing up my throat to settle in my cheeks. Aemond's hand tightened where it rested against my thigh and I turned to face him, my eyes downcast. He raised a hand, his forefinger catching me under the chin until I met his eye.

"There's no need to be shy, Grey." The nickname sounded different in his mouth, sharper somehow, then when Helaena said it. "You're free to take what you want here, without judgment."

My gaze darted between his mismatched eyes and his lips. "What do you want?" My voice was small.

He hummed, a low noise in the back of his throat, before using his hand to tug me farther up his thigh, my hands flattening against his chest as I fell forward. His shirt was warm beneath my palms, soft and obviously expensive. And then he kissed me. It wasn't tentative or gentle. It felt as if he would devour me. Where Helaena took her time, sensuous and explorative, Aemond went straight for the kill, licking into my mouth when it opened on a whine, pulling my bottom lips between his teeth. He broke the kiss and looked up at me, his high cheekbones dusted with pink, and pursed his lips, as if he was hiding a grin. I couldn't help it and smiled back.

Helaena ran a hand up my thigh, squeezing just enough to get my attention and jerking her chin toward the stage in front of us. "The show is starting," she whispered. There was a peculiar happiness in her eyes, a sort of feeling I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced. She leaned back into Aemond's chest, his hand circling her waist to rest over her belly. The way they fell into each other was mesmerizing and I wondered if I'd ever felt that sort of easy acceptance before, the sort of muscle memory that had me sinking into someone else's softest parts.

I turned away, suddenly feeling much too raw, and looked toward the stage as the lights lowered, a single spotlight shining bright in the middle. Lying prone on the ground was a slight brunette, her hair tied up in a bun. She wore a rose pink dress, the fabric sheer enough to see the dusky outline of her nipples, her arms laying relaxed over her head. As she slowly woke, blinking away the sleep, the light softened, mimicking the dawn, and soft music played through the hidden speakers. Fingertips drew mindless designs over the bare skin of my thigh and the feeling left me burning as they drew over my hip and up, up, up my back to massage the nape of my neck. The feeling was near sinful, my eyes closing as Aemond worked out the tension. When I risked a downward glance, I found his eyes on the stage, his face infuriatingly neutral. I raised my hand, placing it back against his chest, playing at the top button of his shirt as I glanced back toward the stage.

From the shadows of the audience on the far side, a hulking shape melted through the crowd, lumbering up the two wide steps before crouching behind a makeshift barrier, watching the young woman on stage sit up and stretch. Helaena reached forward from her perch and placed her hand on my knee, her skin warm against mine, grounding me in the moment as the man in the mask began creeping closer toward the girl on stage. A Beast on the way to claim his Beauty, I realized with a thrill.

“Is it always fairytale-based?” I whispered the question into Helaena’s ear, so close my lips brushed against her delicate skin.

“No,” she shook her head, answering in the same respectful hush. “They do all sorts of things - exhibitions, demonstrations. But this seemed more… you.”

Before I could ask what she meant, Aemond’s broad hand tightened around my neck.

“Pay attention,” he commanded in a low, firm voice behind my ear, turning my head back to face the stage. From Helaena’s guilty start and the way she also turned her attention back to the scene unfolding before us, I guessed he’d given her a similar reminder. Normally I would have bristled against his domineering tone, but it sent a shiver down my spine instead, making me feel as deliciously helpless as the beauty the beast prowled towards. As if he knew, Aemond trailed the tips of his fingers down my neck and between my shoulder blades.

The task of watching the stage while he teased me like this felt Herculean, but I managed to keep my eyes on the performers, watching as the girl on stage finally registered the presence of the beast. Her brown eyes blew wide as he loomed over her and the two engaged in what could only be considered a dance. Their chemistry was a wild thing, crackling between them as they pushed and pulled, as she ran and he gave chase. The Beast reached for her, catching the pale pink ribbon that held her hair tied up, and it cascaded down her back just as he caught her, pulling her against his chest.

As his lips found her neck and his hands drew her skirt farther up her thighs, Aemond's fingers dipped below the hem of my dress. The touch itself wasn't indecent, was hardly anything more than innocent, but every nerve ending in my body lit up. He shifted his thigh beneath me, riding my dress higher, just as the beast shed the girl of her dress, her body now bare beneath the spotlight, and I fought the urge to reach back and pinch him for teasing me. But I was riveted by the performance as the actress finally gave in to the beast, succumbing to him and letting him lay her out over the stage, her back arched as he wedged himself between her thighs and devoured her.

Aemond's hand slid further beneath my dress and I couldn't stop the hitch of my breath. I knew, logically, that no one was watching us, too engaged by what was happening on stage, or what they were up to in their own seats, but my cheeks still heated at the idea, at the clandestine nature of letting this practical stranger slide his skilled fingers beneath the damp fabric of my underwear. I bit back a moan as he did just that, parting my folds, teasing at the wetness he found there. I wanted to roll my hips, to chase the pleasure his touch promised. But I stayed still, afraid to call any attention to us.

In front of me, the Beast lay on his back, the girl, his Beauty, now straddling his hips, her face flushed from her earlier release on his tongue. She rode him, claimed him just as earnestly as he had claimed her, taking her agency and making him hers. They moaned in tandem, not the sort of practiced sounds I had heard in porn or made with partners I was more than eager to get out from under, but something more feral, more honest. As the Beast reached forward to clutch at her breasts, Aemond pinched lightly at my thigh, a hint to open my legs wider. I gave in, just an inch, and was rewarded with a lazy circle against my clit. All I wanted was to drop my weight back against him, to spread my thighs farther and see what his wicked touch could wring from me. But even as I saw other patrons doing exactly that, I knew I couldn't, knew I wouldn't.

This entire night had been totally unlike me. Taking Helaena up on the invitation had left me filled with nerves. We'd spoken often enough at school and I desperately wanted to call her my friend. She was impossible not to adore, and denying her anything felt wrong. We'd flirted and when I finally gathered the courage to ask her for her number, she'd slapped me right in the face with an invite to the most exclusive club in town. How could I say no? Especially when she mentioned the more mysterious of her brothers would be there too.

The Beast had planted his feet on the stage, his hands gripping bruises against his Beauty, driving himself up into her. Her face bunched with pleasure as she fell forward, her hands landing on his chest to brace herself as he fucked her roughly. I felt my pulse quicken, my lungs constricting as Aemond slid a finger inside me, and then another. I couldn't stop myself, arching my back slightly to grind down against his hand. His fingers were long, slender and graceful. They felt divine inside of me and I knew it wouldn't be long until he worked me up and over that peak, the muscles of my thighs already twitching with it.

Suddenly Beauty came with a low groan, the blood rushing up her neck to settle in her cheeks as the Beast beneath her roared his own end, their bodies going rigid. She had thrown her hands above her head in a jubilant gesture as the Beast spilled inside her, as if unafraid for anyone, everyone, to see her pleasure. Then the music died and for a moment the room was silent except for the sound of ragged breathing. I couldn't figure out where one breath started and the next began, which was mine or Helaena's or even Aemond's. The spotlight went dark and the melancholy instrumental music that had accompanied the performance melted back into the low, heavy bass from earlier.

Aemond's hand was out from under my dress before the lights returned to normal. I hissed at the loss of him, canting forward as if seeking him out. The neediness of the gesture left me feeling more than a little pathetic, especially as he growled, "on your feet." But his voice was strained, rough even, and that gave me more than enough satisfaction. I blinked up at him, my mind hazy and buzzing after being yanked so abruptly from what had promised to be a wild sort of release. Helaena stood first and offered me a hand, pulling me up on shaking baby deer legs. She just smiled like she knew and reached up to tug at the ends of my hair.

The crowd blurred around us as we moved past the stage, past the bar, and deeper into the club. I looked down, startled, when the click of my heels against the polished wood floors turned muffled, my footsteps suddenly cushioned by plush carpeting. We were in a hallway, the walls paneled in rich, dark wood, an expanse of wealth relieved only by a series of doors, each one different from the last. One a rich, blood red with golden accents, another gunmetal stark but littered with peepholes, the third a shockingly clear plate glass. I caught a glimpse of twining limbs and chains within and finally realized where we were headed.

“Why a private room? I thought the whole point of this place was taking what we wanted and no one caring?”

“I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.” Aemond turned to me, one arm around his sister’s waist. My heart thundered as his gaze pinned me to the emerald green door we’d stopped in front of. Helaena leant back against him, a look of feline contentment on her features as she gazed at me through hooded eyes.

“What did you want when you came here, Lady Grey?” It wasn’t so much a question as a gentle prompting, an invitation to voice the desire that had drawn me to them like a moth to a bonfire ever since that first time I’d seen them on campus. They’d looked so out of place they might as well have been another species. Two fae royals slumming it with mortals for their own amusement, sampling whatever pleasures they wished to indulge in, and tempting the rest of us with wicked delights if only we’d be bold enough to seek them.

I ached to be bold.

“You,” I breathed. “Both of you.”

“Yes, that was it.” Helaena tipped her head up to meet Aemond’s gaze and said “See?”

“Hm.”

Before I could worry that I was failing some unspoken test he leaned in with that sleek, predatory grace and twisted the door knob by my hip.

“After you,” he purred.

Part Two

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hellsenthero · 3 years ago

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Siberia.

Written by: hellsenthero

Stucky X Reader

Themes/Warnings: Smut, 18+, language, safeword, safeword use, angst, fluff. (2K Words.)

*MASTERLIST*

a/n: Dear readers and anon, sorry this took so long to write! I’ve been very busy but alas, here it is! Additionally I’d like to let all of you know that I will be making an Updated 2022 Masterlist, so keep your eyes peeled for that! Lastily, enjoy!

*****

“I missed you boys.” You smiled as Steve and Bucky came into the bedroom, both freshly showered after their two-week-long mission.

“You said that already, doll.” Bucky said as he gave you a quick peck on the lips before moving over to his dresser.

“Yeah, but I reallyyyyyyyy missed you two.”

Steve and Bucky shared a knowing look before turning back to face you.

“We missed you too, baby.” Steve answered. Despite the fact that both Bucky and Steve had been on much longer missions before, it didn’t mean they missed you any less when it was a two-week one. You were their best girl, they could never go long without missing you.

“We’re back now though. We’re not going anywhere darlin’.” Bucky said as he slipped on a pair of briefs. You eyed him, taking care to really look at all his defined areas before Bucky caught you and gave a playful smirk and a quick pinch to your thigh. Heat blossomed on both your thigh and cheeks as you let out a startled squeak and scurried back on the bed.

Steve gave his partner a warning look before he came and kissed you. It only lasted a second before he went back to the doorway and already you were craving more. “I’m gonna get some water. Are you two hungry?” Bucky gave you a wicked look that Steve didn’t catch.

“I’m good.” Bucky answered.

Heat rushed up to your cheeks and you attempted to hide your blush by looking away. “I’m good, Stevie.”

“Right,” Steve said as he threw on a pair of sweatpants and headed for the kitchen. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

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Neither you nor Bucky could last the few minutes Steve took in the kitchen.

“Fuck doll, you taste so good,” Bucky said as he lapped at your cunt.

“Bucky,” you whined. A chuckle sounded by the door and your headshot up from the bed you were sprawled out on.

Steve stood in the open doorway, arms crossed and utterly naked. A smirk played on his pink lips. You hadn’t heard him return from the kitchen, or take off his sweatpants, but you were more than happy with the view you had.

“You too started without me,” Steve said as he walked up towards the bed, stopping just behind Bucky. His eyes lit up as he gazed down at the mess between your legs.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Bucky said, not bothering to turn around.

Steve’s hand came down on his shoulder and Bucky paused. Turning around he looked up at the blond. “Let me have a turn with our girl.” Steve said. Bucky nodded and nothing else was said before they were switching places.

“Stevie.” You gasped before he’d even touched you.

“That’s right, baby. I’m here and Buck and I are gonna make you feel real good.”

You couldn’t hold back the long moan as Steve finally brought his lips down to your center.

Bucky crawled his way up towards you. Leaving a trail of light, teasing kisses along your body.

Shivers crawled up your spine as more moans escaped past your lips. Not that your boyfriend’s minded. You knew they loved hearing every little sound of pleasure you had in you.

“Bucky, Stevie.”

Bucky smiled before kissing you on the lips. “How ya feeling, doll?”

“So good.”

“Good.” Bucky purred. “Wanna have a change of position? Suck my cock while Stevie keeps playing with you?”

You nod and Bucky’s quick to help you onto your hands and knees. “There’s our good girl.” Bucky purrs as he eases his cock into your open mouth. Bucky lets you start out with the control. Staying still, the soldier stares down at you as you move your mouth over him. He has to fight the urge to thrust into your mouth but even still, he gives little twitches.

“I don’t want you commin’ around my cock until I tell you to. Okay, baby?” Steve says as he brings his mouth away from your center and instead angle’s his cock right at your entrance. With a mouth full of Bucky all you can do is nod. “Good girl,” Steve says, just before he slides into you.

As muffled as it is, you can’t hold back the deep moan that Steve’s dick sliding into you gets. Bucky moans even louder as the vibrations of your mouth sends signals of pleasure through his cock.

“You remember your safeword, right doll?” Bucky asks. You look up into Bucky’s stormy blue eyes as you nod your head, not taking your mouth off of him to say the actual word. But Bucky seems okay with that because he nods back down at you before thrusting his hips forward once more. “Good.” He breathes out as his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

“Shit, baby,” Steve groans as he starts to thrust faster and deeper into you. “You’re always so fuckin’ tight. You feel so good.”

“Shit, I’m gonna-” Bucky’s warning of his oncoming orgasm is cut off by a long moan. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum, Y/N. Take it.” He orders, and you do. As Bucky reaches his high you swallow everything he has to give you.

You nearly meet your end when Bucky does, but you hold it off. Steve lets out a dark chuckle as you squeeze around him, he can tell you’re close to the end. “I’m almost there, Y/N.” He says as he continues to give sharp, deep thrusts. It’s nearly too much and yet still not enough.

“Steve-” you cry out.

“Now, Y/N. Come now.” Your legs shake as your body lets go, pleasure rolling through you. Steve moans from behind you as he meets his end right along with you.

As Steve pulls out of you, the breather you’re usually given is taken away. Immediately Bucky is flipping you over onto your back and leaning over you, his legs prop yours further open.

“Now it’s my turn, doll.” He purrs, but he doesn’t push into you until you give him a subtle nod. You moan as he thrusts into you, ignoring the twitch of soreness that you feel at your center. As Bucky leans down and scrapes his teeth along your neck, you expect him to start out slow, but he does just the opposite of that. In a matter of seconds, he’s thrusting into you hard and fast and your soreness only grows into pain.

“Wait, Bucky.” You breathe out. But he doesn’t. “Bucky!” You cry out at his next thrust, trying to get his attention.

“Shit, you’re so good doll. So good.”

You try to wait it out, try to find pleasure and ignore the pain, but it’s nearly impossible to do so. A particularly rough thrust from Bucky has you crying out and shaking your head, just wishing for it to end. “No,” you whimper, trying to remember the safeword you had told Bucky you remembered. It was a place, but you couldn’t remember what place.

A place. You tell yourself. A place, what place? A place, a place, a place…

“Bucky, home.” You tried. Tears slipped down your cheeks as the pain only grew. “Steve, Stevie.” You called. The blond was hovering over you in a matter of seconds.

“Yeah, baby?” He said after he kissed your shoulder. “You feel good?”

Desperately and with tears in your eyes, you shake your head no. No, you don’t feel good anymore. You’re stressed and in pain. You need help.

Bucky sees this and instantly stops his movement. Both his and Steves breath gets caught in their throats as they realize somethings wrong, that they’ve gone too far.

“Doll-” Bucky starts, but you cut him off with a whine.

“Home,” you cry, thinking of any place that might be your safeword. “New York, Brookly-”

“Shit!” Steve and Bucky curse as they realize you’re trying to remember your safeword and call it out. “Siberia, baby, the safewords Siberia,” Steve says.

“Si-Siberia.” You whine out.

“I know, doll, I know.” Bucky coos softly. “I’m gonna pull out of you, okay? Then Stevie’s gonna clean you up with a warm cloth.”

You give a small nod to Bucky. It hurts when he slides out and you can’t hold back your whimper.

“Oh, I know, I know, doll, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Bucky coos to you. He’s trying to be strong, trying to be comforting to you, but inside the guilt is eating away at him. It’s his job to protect you, his and Steve’s. Yet he was so caught up in his pleasure that he hadn’t realized what you were trying to communicate to him, that he was hurting you.

Steve comes back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth, the softest one they had. “Here baby, I’m gonna clean you up.” Steves wipes you down, cleaning you off and you can’t hold back the whine it pulls from you. The soft fabric feels harsh and rough against your over-sensitive skin.

Instantly, Bucky’s at your side, soothing you. “We’re sorry, doll. We’re sorry. I know you don’t feel well. Do you want Stevie to run you a warm bath?”

You look up at Bucky with glassy eyes and he can feel his heart breaking in two. “Please.” You whisper. Your voice is as quiet as a mouse, but Steve can still hear you. As soon as he’s done cleaning you up he’s back in the bathroom and running warm water in the tub. He adds your favourite bubble bath into the water, swishing it around to get the bubbles to form.

Bucky carries you in, your face is pushed into the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. He doesn’t understand how you’re still comfortable being in his arms, but he doesn’t say anything. Whatever you need, he’ll give you. “There you go, doll. Bath time.” He goes to set you in the warm water but you shake your head, your grip on him growing tighter. “What is it? What’s the matter?” Bucky questions, worried that he’s done something wrong once more, that he’s crossed another line.

“Get in with me.” You say to him, before looking over at Steve. “Both of you.”

“Doll, this bath is for you to relax.” Bucky says.

Slowly, you nod your head. “I know, I wanna relax you with the two of you. Please.” The wide-eyed look you give is too sweet and innocent for your men to turn down. Carefully, they climb into the oversized tub. Steve getting in behind you while Bucky gets in front of you. You sighed in relief as you lay your head back against Steve’s chest.

“Better?” Steve asks.

“Yeah,” you answer quietly, “better.” Your body is still sore, but slowly the pain eases and your anxious mind relaxes. “I’m sorry.”

Both Bucky and Steve look at you with concern in their eyes. “Baby,” Steve says, “don’t ever apologize for safewording.” The blonde shares a look with Bucky, silently communicating with him before turning back to face you. “We’re the ones that need to apologize. We didn’t properly check that you remembered the safeword, if we had then you wouldn’t have been put in such a difficult position later on. We’re sorry, baby. We didn’t mean to hurt you, we would never want that. You know that…right?”

The uncertainty in Steve’s voice has you turning in his arms to face him. The warm water of the tub sloshes over the edge, spilling onto the floor, but none of you pay any mind to it. “Of course I know that. Tonight might have turned into a mess but it wasn’t just on you two.” You turn back around and face Bucky, his eyes are glassy and you move closer to him. “We all should have checked in with ourselves and each other. We failed to go about our regular system and it bit us in the ass, but I’m not mad. There’s no one else that I trust to be so open and intimate with. To make these kinds of mistakes with.”

Your men smile wide before their arms are wrapped around your bare body. “Oh doll,” Bucky whispers into the crook of your neck. His warm breath on your delicate skin sends a shiver up your spine. “You’re so perfect. How’d I get so lucky, huh? So fucking perfect.”

“Thank you for trusting us and loving us baby. You make us the two luckiest men alive.” Steve says, his warm lips press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “We’re gonna take care of you, Y/N.”

You can’t hold back your smile as you’re showered in gentle love by your men.

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bifuriouswaterbender · 2 years ago

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Updated September 24, 2023

Only includes fics published on AO3. I have a few other Tumblr only drabbles you can find under the “my writing” tag.

Current Categories: Steddie, Greatwise, Assorted (Gen/Mixed/Other)

Steddie:

Stevie Doesn’t Know - 34,648 words - 7/7 Chapters completed - Rating E

Modern AU -- Eddie makes music on TikTok & Steve is a massive fan who gets caught in the excitement.

He’s All That - 34,700 words - 8/? chapters - Rated E

Steve and Tommy made a bet. Eddie is that bet.

I’d Meet You Where The Spirit Meets The Bones - 15,062 words - Rated E

A/B/O AU - Steve goes into heat right after the events of Season 4. He just wants Eddie, who is too injured to do anything about it.

Swipe Right - 13,759 words - Rated E

Modern AU - They match on Bumble and fuck about it.

Take Pleasure in the Details - 9,736 words - Rated E

Stripper Eddie / Teacher Steve + Co-parenting Eddie & Chrissy

Time is Luck - 7,985 words - Rated E

Modern A/B/O AU - Eddie catches Steve making stupid choices over text on the subway.

No Reaction Without Action - 7,569 words - Rated E

Steve wasn’t supposed to know what Eddie does with the men who meet him on the street, but Eddie loves that he can hear.

for pasts that we're never gonna change - 6,968 - Rated E

Pop Star Steve AU - Eddie’s secretly a huge fan

I don't care if it's dirty, the view's so pretty - 5,414 words - Rated E

Steve and Eddie find each other at an open mic night where Eddie’s playing

I Can See You (Up Against The Wall With Me) - 4,459 words - Rated E

Steve and Eddie have been circling each other since the beginning.

In All My Wildest Dreams (They Just End With You And Me) - 2,460 words - Rated E

Mirror sex (that’s it, that’s the fic)

Have Your Cake And Eat It Too - 311 words - Rated M

Steve has a unique birthday cake for Eddie.

Is There a Word for Bad Miracle? - 6,038 - Rated T

Words Soulmate AU - Eddie said his words to Steve in school, but Steve didn’t say his back until the boathouse

Hold Me Like A Grudge - 4,402 Words- Rated T

Countdown Soulmate AU

Dancing With Him (Thinking of You) - 3,547 words - Rated T

Eddie gets jealous watching Steve dance with other guys

A Collapsing Star With Tunnel Vision - 3,503 words - Rated T

Eddie gets glasses

So Roll the Highlights - 2,405 words - Rated T

Superhero ttrpg

I'm stuck in a lonely loop, my baby - 2,448 words - Rated T

Red strings of fate

I Got A Secret, I Must Admit - 2,320 words - Rated T

Steve & Robin are twins. Eddie’s the gossip swept up in their orbit.

All this effort to make it look effortless - 1,373 words - Rated T

The Grindr hookup that's not actually (intended as) a hookup

I will never ask you for anything (except to dream sweet of me) - 1,195 words - Rated T

Blanket fort!

Your Dreams and Your Hopeless Hair - 3,016 words - Rated T

YDAYHH Part 1

Steve takes care of Eddie’s hair and considered the future

I Want You to Love me for Who I Am - 2,775 words - Rated T

YDAYHH Part 2

Steve has a confrontation with his parents about his future plans

Get The Feeling - 1,496 words - Rated T

Eddie ogling Steve at Scoops Ahoy

Are You From Tennessee? - 828 words - Rated T

Pick-up lines

Pool - 442 & 273 words - Rated T

Two drabbles inspired by the word “pool”

Timeless - 322 words - Rated G

Timeless by Taylor Swift

Greatwise:

You’re on The Other Side of The Storm - 12,669 words - Rated T

Gentle Hands and Observant Eyes Part 1

Will starts sophomore year developing confidence, leaning on new friends for support, and wondering for the first time if what he's always wanted is still what he wants.

Coming In So Strong - 5,111 words - Rated T

Gentle Hands and Observant Eyes Part 2

People find out Will has a boyfriend now.

It Sends You Spinning - 4,325 words - Rated T

Gareth's wanted to try drag for a long time.

When Will Falls in Love - 3,149 words - Rated T

Will’s got a crush (and everyone’s support).

Assorted:

Craving Something Deeper - Chrissy focus, Chrissy & Eddie, Crissy/Jason (temporarily), Robin/Chrissy, Steve/Eddie, Andy/Gareth - 24,158 words - 7/? Chapters - Rated T

Chrissy Lives AU - Chrissy went to Eddie for drugs and a change, not to get any visions out of her head.

Wrapped Up In You - Steve/Eddie, Will/Gareth, Nancy/Robin, Nancy & Eddie - 7,483 words - Most Rated T with 1 E Drabble

A series of unrelated drabbles inspired by songs from my 2022 Spotify Wrapped.

Til We See All The Stars - Stevie & Robin, Steve/Eddie - 6,718 words - 4/4 Chapters - Rated T

Trans Woman Stevie Harrington - Stevie hadn’t been growing her hair out intentionally.

#steddie #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic compilation #my writing #my fanfic

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kleinezoe · 3 years ago

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Part 1 | Part 2 (collecting)

(this post might be updated in the future)

3. Fanart, Doujinshi translations

drinkyourfuckingmilk levihan fan comics masterlist

Chapter 132 mmd animation

Levihan fics recommendation (Apr 2022)

pinkweirdsunsets's masterlist (Feb 2021) / web archive

fanarts reblogs : 🧚‍♀️ofcourselevihan

a wonderful fanarts and video of Hange Zoe's back story by AngeArtsu 💕

Fancomic by various artists

Collaborations and merches

Games

Pocolon Dungeon "that's right, I can't"

Pocolon Dungeon "unrequited love for titans"

AOT2 game "no time for chit chat"

Just like a wounded cat

"Seeing how youthful and active you always are gives me energy!"

Is this business or pleasure to you, huh?

Not to sound like Hange ... lol

Spin Off

Spoof Titan

I went with Hange yesterday

Someone with big heart

More crumbles .... (cont.)

Tumblr Fandom Ship popularity 2021

(Unofficial) Japan Netlab Character popularity poll (Mar 2022)

SNK anime featured article - Levi & Hanji was mentioned as 'famous/great pair' + addition

What Hange thinks of Levi (various sources)

"...something is wrong about their personalities"

Mayla classic shoe collaboration desc : "sexy" 👀

Levihan in sync: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)

Levihan as parents (1) videos

Levihan as parents (2)

Kids worrying their parents

Levi's first time

Practically married couple

Levihan old married couple : (1) (2) (3)

a heartless crumbs ㅠㅠ (Part 1) (Part 2)

Ep 83 end card illustration

Kuchel and Hange cradled Levi

"WITH LEVI"

Please watch over me (見ててくれ)

Chapter 139 draft

"Looked like his back smiling shyly" + OP

Half wings (Mayla earrings) + descriptions

Fan analysis/meta/theory

Levi and Hange relationship

Levi and Erwin relationship

Hange Zoe's understanding and inquisitiveness

Levi & Hanji's first meeting

Chapter 132 "Dedicate your heart"

Hange and Eren

A theory on Hange's backstory

��人とは片想い (some jp sites fan theories)

Interesting view on falbi, onyankopon and levi last page panels

Into the night

Mushiyo-san’s arts

things to appreciate about levi and hanji's dynamic, a thread by janelle

Hita museum 50k visitors (good quality)

Levihan animation fanmade by hanjiackerman

(Fanmade) Into the night AMV by Eny

Attack on Titan Special Event 2022 - Romi Park IFKK

Levihan Nendoroid "Dedicate your heart" pose

💚💜

Levihan's Omikuji explained by Masta

Levihan and The Kids Family Portrait by Michelle Sugimoto

Telework Yotabanashi

Isym drew her beautifully

Levihan illustration for anime countdown

After 132 has been aired

Hange's moments with the kids

Keep this for myself

IFKK supplements

Levi when he lost Kuchel & when he lost Hanji

Their same reaction

Interesting commentary about Levi's "what will be left if we run and hide like this?"

Cinematic language : levihan meta

SNK Popularity Polls 2023

Levi x Hans axta

Romi Park being levihan shipper 😍

2024 Artbook & Bad Boy Panels

the 'aishiteru' case 🤔

Levi's eye

#masterpost

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1kook · 4 years ago

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BORN SINNER III

→ MASTERLIST

summary; Regardless of whether you are a liar or not, that didn’t make it okay for Jungkook to lie to you. warnings; virgin jungkook, timid jungkook, church boy jk, a LOT of religious themes/discussion, catholic guilt, fear of sinning, mentions of masturbation, heavy doubts, a little paranoia/fear of being outcasted, jk has a crush, confessions, making out, boob lover jk has his boobs touched, groping/petting, light praise, very brief/light choking, jk is horny like 75% of the time, positive character development <3 rating; m (18+) wc; 9.5k

banner; as always, by @jamaisjoons !! ty ty ty!! <3333

notes; i have to apologize for delaying this update for so long. truth is, it was difficult to write the next part bc i felt like i had trapped myself in pt2-- jk wasn't showing ANY progress & i started to really hate his character. LUCKILY, with the help of my amazing editor n wife @kigurumu *audience cheers* i was able to put him back on the right track towards redemption! (& even more painful angst in the future!) sadly, that means that this part doesn't include any explicit smut, you'll see why. still, I'm very proud of how much i was able to build his character in this part and i hope you enjoy it!!! lemme know what u think <3

in the future, i will try my best to make sure the chapters aren’t so spaced out. again, i am so so sorry about taking so long to update this series

He gets your text the following Tuesday morning.

Now, Jungkook has never been one to be overly invested in his cell phone; he uses it as much as he needs to, just checks his emails, takes some photos, and sends texts when necessary. But you had set up a particularly unique ringtone for yourself the other day, had sweetly asked for his phone as he laid against your chest. His skin had felt warm and the slightest bit sweaty, his body pressed so closely against you that he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began. “Did you have fun?” you asked, fingers combing back his hair. He had hummed, eyes fluttering shut to the faint tapping of your fingers across the keyboard. If he closes his eyes, he can still remember the soft beating of your heart beneath his ear, the leg you had hooked around his waist to pull him closer. The memory makes him shiver.

It’s a high-pitched bell sound that alerts him of your messages now, completely unlike the classic default tone he had set for everyone else.

From the other side of his room, Jungkook immediately pauses to look at it, the lit up screen glaring back at him from its idle place on his bedside table. He always leaves it there in the mornings, beside his rosary and the picture of his family, as he gets ready for work.

He knows exactly who it’s from— after all, that’s what you wanted when you stylized your ringtone —which is why his hand trembles in excitement as he unlocks his phone.

[❤️]: picnic tomorrow? 🥰

[❤️]: after my last class of course

Jungkook’s first thought is that this was a date, his first one with you since he had met you. His heartbeat hammers at the thought, at the mere suggestion that the two of you would be able to spend more time together this week outside of your usual weekend… acts. Additionally, if you’re asking him on a date, then surely it means you view Jungkook as a potential suitor, just as he does you? Do you want to maybe date Jungkook? Jungkook certainly wants to date you— in fact, if he starts gathering his courage now, he might be able to properly ask you out tomorrow.

Jungkook’s second thought is of that guilty, gross feeling that’s been gnawing at his insides for three days now, and how it was inevitably going to get worse when he saw you again.

He had lied to you, Jungkook recalls, sinking down against his mattress, shirt half buttoned, as he stares at the screen. He had lied to your face during a critical moment, had felt that seed of doubt in his chest blossom more than ever. And not only had Jungkook lied to you, but he had lied to you about his feelings toward you. How could he ever hope to hold you close, to date you, when he couldn’t even be honest with you?

The memory of your curious gaze presents itself at the forefront of his mind, the soft sound of your laughter ringing in his ears.

You had been so sweet to him despite his blunder, had cupped his face and kissed him on the lips when he dropped you off outside your apartment. “Not today,” you crooned, unbuckling yourself as Jungkook’s eyes trailed over your throat— ignoring your cross —and down your chest. “I have schoolwork to catch up on. But soon, okay?” Another sweet peck had left him trailing after your touch, your finger bopping the tip of his nose playfully. “Call me when you get home.”

And because he was so terribly, irrevocably smitten with you, Jungkook had done as you said and called you. He’d called you and then had whimpered against his sheets as you generously talked him through another sinful deed. You had softly sighed his name over the line, told him he was handsome and that you missed him. That you wanted him in your mouth—

And of course, he had felt… something afterwards.

This is where his dilemma begins: Jungkook had felt something afterwards, and he’s not sure if it had been entirely good or bad. The longer Jungkook stays around you, hangs out with you, does things with you— the more he can feel parts inside of himself change. Because after the phone call, Jungkook had felt two distinct emotions within himself, both of which were up for questioning.

First, there was that one feeling he was becoming all too familiar with, the crushing guilt that would consume him following any sexual interaction with you or himself for that matter. Why was he like this? Why did he indulge himself in such heinous pleasures when he knew, knew better than anyone, what committing such acts meant for the future of his soul? He was practically dooming himself the way he was now, but Jungkook just didn’t understand— why did something so bad feel so good?

But alongside that gnawing guilt was this tiny, weirdly pleasant satisfaction, a gratification that superseded the relief felt by an orgasm. It was this oddly serene feeling that settled over Jungkook in the moments following a climax, the soft brush of your hands through his hair, the low lilt of your voice. They made him feel like he was floating on the softest of clouds, kissed and pampered by its wispy tendrils. It made something inside of Jungkook feel different, new. Good.

(In the back of his mind, Jungkook realizes he’s always felt that way. At the height of his pleasure, at the faintest brush of your hands against his. It was a staple of your presence, one that made Jungkook feel like he was walking on air.)

From whatever angle he looked at it, it just didn’t make sense. They were contrasting emotions; while one made him feel godawful, the other one practically made him transcend. The fact they could coincide, exist all at once, had Jungkook’s brain folding in on itself as he tried to figure out why. They kept him up the last few nights, eyes blankly staring up at his ceiling following his evening prayers. Mulling over everything he’s ever learned and been told, always circling it back to your beautiful presence in his life.

He knows sex in itself is not bad— after all, that was how the beautiful process of life came to be —but years upon years of studying his religion, cultivating his faith, had all led him to the same conclusion: premarital sex was wrong. And for the past few weeks, well. That’s all Jungkook had been doing with you.

It seems like every time you meet, you’re dead set on pleasuring him, turning Jungkook into a shivering, teary-eyed mess while you grinned from above. That confused him too— as far as Jungkook knew, the whole point of sex was to chase after your own pleasure, something you admittedly did not do. It was always Jungkook’s pleasure, Jungkook’s enjoyment that you wanted, covering him in languid kisses and long caresses until he was inevitably shooting his hot cum all over your lap and into your hands.

You had told him it was okay, that he should never feel bad for enjoying himself. But, to return back to his original dilemma, he doesn’t quite know if he can trust your word.

You’re a liar, that much Jungkook can look past his rose-tinted glasses to admit. While you may not have lied to him (or at least, Jungkook wants to believe you haven’t), the fact still stands that you are quite willing to deceive others in order to get what you want. He already knows you aren’t the biggest believer of the Church yourself, that you frequently brush off your religious duties in order to fulfill your own desires— the aforementioned sexual cravings probably the biggest one —so, quite frankly, Jungkook is untrusting of the rest of your practices. Were you lying to him, telling him all was well, just for your own benefit? Just because you wanted to drag him along on your lustful adventures? He wasn’t sure, and as much as he wanted to trust you wouldn’t, there’s a shred of doubt that plagues him.

But still.

Regardless of whether you are a liar or not, that didn’t make it okay for Jungkook to lie to you.

He taps his phone against his chin, brain a frenzied mess.

If Jungkook really wanted to pursue this relationship with you, he needed to be honest with himself and with you. Did it bother him that you were so flippant with the Church, the one he himself feels so devoted to? Yes and no. Jungkook has never been one to impress his beliefs on others, and truthfully, he would not be the slightest bit bothered if you don’t believe in the same things he does. Would there be some awkwardness in your relationship? Certainly, but at least Jungkook would know the real you from the very beginning.

But to him, posing as an avid follower when you really aren’t rubs part of him the wrong way. He’s slightly put off by that aspect of you, and justifiably felt that anyone would feel such a way if someone were to use something they love as mere leverage for their own personal gain. And to make matters worse, now that he’s been made aware, it weighs down heavily on his conscience.

Part of Jungkook, as selfish as it may be, wishes you had never revealed your secrets to him. He may have been left in the dark a total fool, but at the very least he would have been a happy fool. Would he still feel guilt about all the sexual deeds he’s partaken in with you? Sure, but at least he would only have himself to blame. The way things are now, he’s unsure who really needs to be condemned.

Realistically, it is Jungkook’s fault. He knows how you are and even more, he knows you would never proposition him for any such sexual deed if he told you no, if he simply denied you. But he doesn’t tell you no, and that’s the problem: Jungkook really likes you as you are now, questionable behavior be damned. He likes you when you make him cry and when you pinch his cheeks and when you snake your hand down his pants.

He still thinks you’re amazing, gets this fluttery feeling when you look at him with that sparkling gaze of yours. Your laughter makes him smile, even if you’re not laughing at something he said, because the sound is just so comforting, warm and soothing, makes his entire body relax when you chuckle. You have this gentle touch, these delicate hands that carefully comb his hair back for him in the car sometimes, tracing the side of his face softly. Your smile makes him dizzy, makes him want to cup your face in his hands and kiss you breathless. And, of course, he can’t complain about your… other talents when he’s only been on the beneficial receiving end of said talents. That aforementioned satisfaction, as small as it may be and as difficult as it was to admit to, was something Jungkook has begun to look forward to on the occasions that you meet.

But his inability to overlook his own beliefs and your confusing nature brings about a great strife within Jungkook. It’s the reason he hesitates outside the church after dropping you off, his car running as he glares at his steering wheel. Everything in him says to go inside and confess to his sins, relieve himself of this overwhelming sense of guilt and shame to the closest person to his Lord.

But he’s scared.

Scared that, despite the oath of confidentiality, word will get out. His fellow brothers in faith will hear about what he’s done and call him out for his lecherousness. But even worse, he’s scared of what will happen to you. Would Jungkook’s life be over if he were thrown out of his beloved church? As dramatic as he may be, no. But he recognized that there were different standards to which men were held in this society, that an act of desire by him would not ruin his name the same way it would you.

And Jungkook didn’t want that. He wanted to keep you safe. Wanted you to be happy and smiling, regardless of how conflicted it made him, because he likes you. He likes you so much, despite the fact he has yet to uncover the true extent of your character.

But the cloud of mystery is partially what intrigues him, has him pondering over your very existence instead of getting ready for work as he is now. He’s terribly enamored, thinks about you and prays for you every night. So maybe Jungkook is still the fool, because he still daydreams about you when he knows he shouldn’t.

His phone buzzes in his hand—

[❤️]: i miss you bunny ☹️

—and his decision is made.

Tuesday passes by in a blur and before he knows it, it’s Wednesday afternoon and you’re texting him the location of one of the parks in the city. You had told him not to worry about the food because you would bring it. Jungkook’s only job was bringing the picnic blanket, a huge checkered thing he had spent all morning rifling through three stores for. He wants to impress you, desperately so, that he’s even wearing a nicer outfit today, darker tones unlike his normal warm palette because he had heard a woman at his job say men look cooler in dark colors.

Suffice to say, he sticks out like a sore thumb at the park, the stark black of his jeans contrasting with the vibrant green of the neatly cut grass. Jungkook has half the mind to feel self-conscious about it, but then you’re calling his name from a couple meters away and his breath leaves his lungs.

“Hi,” you greet, the handle of your wicker basket held tightly between two hands; Jungkook rushes to relieve you of the weight. “Did you wait long?” you ask, rewarding his gentlemanly behavior with a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth that kick-starts his heart back into action and has his face burning up.

In all honesty, you have never dressed very modestly— not that you had to, nor that there was anything remotely wrong with that. Jungkook has spent many a mass service fighting the urge to glance down the front of your dresses and tops, ignoring the cleavage you liked to show off now and then. But apparently, what Jungkook had seen up until now was your version of dressing modestly. The dress you show up with today, an off day where there are no church ladies to impress and no unspoken dress codes to follow, makes his brain short circuit. The thin, thin, straps that hold it up giving him an all access view to the broad expanse of your shoulders and chest and collarbones and boobs—

“No!” Jungkook rushes to reassure you, fighting down the blush that threatens to travel further down his neck when you carefully straighten out the collar of his shirt for him. “I- I, um, just got here.”

You beam at the news. “I bought cheesecake,” you tell him, looping your arm through his as you tug him along. “I hope it hasn’t melted yet!”

By the time the two of you settle at a suitable spot near the lake, the cheesecake hasn’t melted. It’s still cold and solid, tastes like heaven on Jungkook’s tongue, and you laugh when his eyes light up. You look gorgeous like this, nestled against the checkered picnic blanket with a glass bottle of sparkling water in your hand, sandals just beside the edge of the blanket. There’s the faint chime of a bicycle bell somewhere to his left and the chatter of birds as they flock over the pond. Wonderful sights that would normally take his breath away and make him marvel at their beauty, but when you smile at him so gingerly like that, all Jungkook can think about is you.

He watches you slip a strawberry past your lips. “Tell me about yourself,” you hum, seemingly out of the blue, wiping the corner of your mouth with one careful finger. “Other than, like, church stuff,” you tease.

As you lean forward for another one, Jungkook’s brain stutters for a moment, eyes focused on the curves of your boobs as they naturally follow the movements of your upper body until he’s dizzy. “Huh?” he says, and you snort. “Oh— me, right, yes um—“

“Your favorite color?” you suggest, tugging the skirt of your dress tighter around your legs. It’s not cold, but there’s a slight breeze that keeps rolling over the two of you, pushing your floral scent over Jungkook and fluttering through his hair. “Right now, all I know is that you like cheesecake because you ate three slices at the bazaar the other week,” you chuckle.

It’s such a basic question, the bare minimum of knowing a person. But when you look at Jungkook like that, blinking those long lashes at him, it makes him forget his answer. “Um… Red,” he murmurs, watching you tug off the stem of the strawberry in your hands. “And white.”

You nod, and then you’re stretching a hand outward to offer him the aforementioned strawberry. When he doesn’t open his mouth right away, you silently demonstrate first, until Jungkook is slowly parting his lips and accepting your strawberry. The flavor bursts on his tongue, sweet and sticky, coating the very tips of your fingers when you don’t pull away fast enough. Jungkook averts his gaze when you pop them between your own lips and suck them clean.

“Red and white,” you repeat, unaware of the lustful images that flicker through Jungkook’s mind, the way his eyes unconsciously drop to the front of your dress, at the crevice between your breasts that he remembers oh so well, the tight suction around his cock as you— “They make pink, which is my favorite color.” He desperately clears his mind of the memories that flash before his eyes.

It’s a pretty color, fit for a pretty girl. Jungkook keeps the thought to himself as he watches you sift through the contents of your basket. It’s the perfect compliment to give you, he knows it’d make you happy, but his valor disappears when you throw him a soft grin and he’s transported back to a more recent memory, the memory in the car instead.

A bad influence, he had called you, had watched your eyes well up with an emotion he had never seen on you before. Sadness? Disappointment? Disgust? He wasn’t sure, all Jungkook could really remember was the acidity on your tongue when you had repeated the words back to him, the ghost of your touch when you had abruptly pulled away from him, shut him out. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you so closed off before, not even when he had first met you and you were parading around with that staged shyness.

And even when Jungkook had corrected himself afterwards (read: lied to you to cover his tracks), the emotion had lingered. Even when you had playfully brushed him off, he had caught your reflection in the window beside you as he drove to your place. The sullen look on your normally happy face, lips down-turned, eyes lowered. A look he had put there.

And now he’s watching you carefully rip apart bread to throw at the birds with a tender smile. A cloud moves and suddenly the sun is beating down on your little picnic again, casting a beautiful glow across your skin that renders him breathless for the shortest moment, trapped by the sheer beauty you exude. You’re absolutely ethereal, and yet he had questioned you. Your morals, your character, everything.

“__?” he says before he can stop himself.

You hum, “yes, bunny?” before pausing your little feeding task to glance back over at him. When you look at Jungkook like this, meet his gaze straight on, he doesn’t see an ounce of ingenuity in your eyes. It might be Jungkook’s lovesick heart speaking, but he can’t imagine you ever lying to him. He looks away first, frowning at the various fruits sprawled between the two of you.

You care about him, that much Jungkook wants to believe. And his beliefs are confirmed, when your voice drops an octave lower, becomes softer, as you murmur, “is everything alright?” The fruits are carefully set aside, breaking the wall between the two of you until you can shuffle forward, your knees bumping against his. Hands reach for his, thumbs rubbing soothing circles against his skin.

Before you can repeat your inquiry a second time, Jungkook finds himself asking, “do you like me?”

Jungkook’s sudden inquiry makes your cheeks heat up just the slightest, your startled inhale barely contained.

It’s like a scene straight out of a teenage romcom— a confession in a park, your hearts bared for each other. But it’s a little awkward, you have to admit, unintentionally giving Jungkook’s soft hand a nervous squeeze as his question rolls over in your mind.

Duh, you want to say. But there’s something about the look in Jungkook’s eye— the eyes he very purposefully turns towards your hands, the hair he had let loose today providing him ample protection from your gaze —that has you pausing, carefully considering your next words.

You had hoped by now that it was obvious, that Jungkook understood how much he meant to you, and didn’t require some dorky confession in the park. Partially because, well. This wasn’t your usual role. Usually, it was the guy confessing to you, raving about all your redeeming qualities in an effort to win you over. But with Jungkook, all you know about relationships is flipped upside down, forcing you to play a position you’ve never played before.

Jungkook wasn’t like you; he was soft and sentimental, practically wore his heart on his sleeve for the whole world to see. And it was a massive heart, filled with so much love and adoration for the world around him, that you felt bad when he wore such sullen expressions on his face.

Expressions like the one he has now, lips pressed together tightly as he misreads your silence. He has honest eyes, a dark toffee color that sends tingles down your spine when he looks your way. They glimmer with a sort of innocence for the world, a thin sparkle that makes him look like a prince sometimes. He was devastatingly handsome, and now he was upset. “Um— it’s okay,” he stammers, trying to move the conversation along. But his eyes flicker around nervously, anxiously. Like your silence has left a burn mark on him, painful and delicate to the touch.

His comment isn’t completely unexpected. How very on-brand for big-hearted Jungkook to try to save you from an uncomfortable interaction, even if it was caused by him. “Um…” he murmurs, “it’s okay. If you don’t, uh. Like me?”

It sounds flimsy, even to you.

“No, no,” you rush to correct, your ability to speak slowly coming back to you only after the fact. “I do,” you admit, nerves on edge at this rather foreign situation. “I… like you a lot, Jungkook.”

You shouldn’t be surprised by his reaction. Jungkook blinks slowly, like his brain is still processing the information, and then, ever so artfully, goes up in metaphorical flames. “O- Oh,” he stutters, reaching a free hand up to press his knuckles against his face. The rosy hue that had first blossomed over his cheeks has now started crawling down his neck now, up his ears. It’s terribly endearing. “I— um. I didn’t know,” Jungkook rambles, and it’s so cute, so sweet, how a simple confession from you renders him this flustered.

His face emanates a warmth tangible even on your own skin, lips cutely quirking to the side as he fights off a bashful smile and the raging blush your words bring about. It certainly is a sight to see. His hair tickles his eyebrow, swept out of its usually neat style, but it makes him look all the more gorgeous. “Cute,” you chuckle, feeling the slightest bit shy at such a warm response from Jungkook. You sit back, giving him the space he needs, and turn your attention up at the big blue sky instead. “Really? I thought it was obvious,” you hum.

Part of you actually feels really awkward; as you said before, everything is so brand new with him. With Jungkook, he flips everything around for you, makes you actually admit to your emotions as opposed to simply going along with his. It’s a nice change of pace, as difficult as it may be, and the results are rather… cute as well. (He bites down a smile, but the action makes his normally soft cheeks look more pronounced than usual.)

“Because, I, um. Me too,” he says, voice wavering. He clears his throat and tries to meet your gaze under his fringe, but doesn’t last more than a second before he’s pointedly glancing at the picnic blanket beneath the two of you. “I’m— I like you too,” he admits, ears tinted a bright red. You figured as much but it was always nice to hear, especially from someone like Jungkook. “A lot.”

“Thanks,” you smile, placing a hand on his thigh.

His lips pull into a shy smile, aimed at your knees because he can never look you in the eye when you shower him in praise and other gooey, mushy feelings. It’s the same in the car or against your front door— he always manages to give your hand a tight squeeze, maybe even a kiss if he’s feeling brave. But the second you try to tell him you’ve had fun or that you’ll miss him, it’s like all his courage fades away, leaving him a blushing, smiley mess.

He was cute like that. Despite being so kind and caring, it was like Jungkook’s entire being stopped functioning when those types of gestures were aimed at him. So you relished those moments, looked forward to them with a fluttery feeling in your heart that couldn’t be tamed.

Today, he throws you for a loop. Just as that proud, giddy smile appears, cheeks and ears a pretty pink, it fades away. The excitement from your mutual confessions seems to remind Jungkook of something else, something less warm, that has him quietly mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

It’s confusing, to say the least. Just a moment prior, he had been pursing his lips in a silly attempt to hold back a smile. Now he’s staring at the ground with a rather pensive look, his apology sitting heavy in his throat. “What for?” you tentatively ask after one long beat. It had been so sudden. In your mind, there isn’t a single reason for Jungkook to be apologizing to you, especially so out of the blue. There is, however, an inkling of fear brought upon by what can only be classified as insecurity; you had just confessed your feelings for each other, why was he sorry about that?

Jungkook exhales, a quiet sound that is nearly lost among the bustling noises of the park. If you hadn’t been sitting so close, maybe you wouldn’t have heard it at all. “I just,” he huffs, pointedly glaring at some random spot of grass beside you. His features look sharper than ever now, jawline defined, brows narrowed together. It’s a rather misplaced realization, but Jungkook looks absolutely gorgeous with distress painting his face. “I was… being selfish before.”

In the few weeks you’ve known him, you’ve come to realize Jungkook was many things. First and foremost, he’s an absolute gentleman. Raised on manners and compassion, looking after others everywhere he went. He was caring and sweet, loved this world and the people in it so much. Soft-spoken but straightforward. He was dreamy, disgustingly so.

But selfish? It definitely sounds like something Jeon Jungkook is not.

Before you can interrogate him even further, it seems like Jungkook is dead set on getting through this alone. “I- I’m sorry,” he repeats, eyes downcast. Noticing his wavering confidence, you resign yourself to listening, hand giving him a reassuring squeeze. Finally, after a short moment, Jungkook murmurs, “...in the car.” You tilt your head to the side curiously, waiting for him to go on. “I said, um. Something rude.”

It takes a moment for the memory to load, and when it finally clicks into place and begins rolling, you find yourself muttering a faint, “ah.”

If it’s what you think it is, he’s talking about last weekend outside of the church. That terribly awkward encounter that had left a sour taste in your mouth afterwards. A bad influence, you recall him saying, the memory of his voice looped in your mind the entire drive to your place.

In all honesty, it had stung a little. While you were aware that Jungkook had an ongoing mental battle, you hadn’t realized your role was that big in it. It’s the reason you had sent him home that day, made up a lie about schoolwork just to give him some space. It’s nothing new, everyone’s had someone think badly of them before; gossipy classmates, rivals, maybe even random strangers on the street. But it felt different when it was coming from someone as sweet as Jungkook, so polite and righteous, who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Like he was stating a fact, not an opinion.

It was a slip-up on Jungkook’s end, that much you could tell. Because he had been frantic to correct himself afterwards, had looked at you with these fearful eyes, like one wrong move and you’d slip from between his hands. Luckily, you weren’t that sensitive— definitely not as sensitive as him, at least —and such a comment had been practically meaningless moments later.

Still, in those few moments where it was meaningful (read: the short period it took for Jungkook to get home and call you, the words looping around your brain until the harsh ring of your cell phone finally interrupted), it had left you wondering. Have you been pushing him too far, asking for too much? The way you saw it, you always gave Jungkook room to object to any of your advances. You know he’s trapped in his thoughts more often than not, but you pay attention to him, you really do. You make sure to take his reactions into account, try to offer solutions where possible. But, for the briefest moment, all of those efforts had felt fruitless that day in the car.

What you say next is not a complete lie; sure, Jungkook’s comment had hurt for a bit, but here he was now apologizing for it. That was a good sign… right? “It’s okay,” you brush off, patting his cheek softly, hoping with every fiber in your being that it really was okay.

Your voice is gentle, soothing his doubts. Just moments prior, Jungkook had felt like he was asking for too much, especially when your feelings toward him were up in the air. But your earnest confession soothed the ache in his heart. It’s all he’s wanted these past few months, to belong in your heart like you do his.

But the guilt from before, the tumultuous feelings he’s been harboring towards you since the weekend, dampens his excitement. From your confession alone, it doesn’t seem like you questioned Jungkook. You weren’t put off by who he was, what he loved. So why couldn’t Jungkook be like you, think like you?

“I’m still sorry,” he says again, feeling like a broken record when he catches this sympathetic smile on your face. The scraps of eloquence he had gathered while originally apologizing seem to fade away, leave him a stuttering mess when he tries again. “That was— I shouldn’t have said—“

“Hey,” you cut off, placing a hand against his cheek. It stops his fidgeting, forces him to meet your gaze head on. There’s a smile on your face but something inside of Jungkook says it doesn’t feel real. “I like you, Jungkook.”

And it’s true and genuine, your words so honest it pains him to think he had ever thought otherwise. And you’re still smiling, even after being hit with the implication that Jungkook questioned your character and maybe that’s what hurts the most. That you still try to put on an easygoing expression for him after he’s said something hurtful. It’s the car all over again, that blank look in your eyes when he had spoken carelessly.

Before he can apologize for the umpteenth time, you’re shaking your head softly, smiling anew. But this time, he can’t tell if it’s real or not. “I brought orange juice,” you say, expertly moving the conversation along. And just as Jungkook has been thinking for weeks now, it’s like you know him so well. You know when things make him anxious or uncomfortable, know just how to help him out.

There’s a feeling of guilt that blossoms in his chest, but this time it’s different.

It’s not the usual sticky gross feeling of before, the one that has him staying up at night repenting for all his wrongdoings. It’s a personal kind of guilt that comes along with the frank realization that, while you have been learning and adapting to being around Jungkook, he has not been doing the same for you.

Though you may be a little playful at times, you don’t tease him for who he is, don’t stomp all over his beliefs as much as he deluded himself into thinking you do. (That whole, faux-believer thing was a different circumstance.) Like with the cross in his house the other day. As much as Jungkook wanted to believe what you had done was evil, he had, quite honestly, enjoyed himself afterwards. There wasn’t that heavy discomfort sitting on his chest anymore, that sense of shame lingering as you’d kissed his body and let him caress yours too, in the safety of your eyes only. It was enjoyable and fun, had felt exhilarating to be so intimate with you.

And instead of being thankful for your mindful efforts, he had questioned your sincerity.

The picnic goes by in a flash. Jungkook is sad he can’t enjoy it to the fullest, his brain filled with clamorous thoughts that circled around to torture him every few minutes. Still, the entire date feels like a dream, vibrant and beautiful, leaving him in a daze. He doesn’t want to wake up.

By the time you suggest wrapping up, the sun is setting over the horizon, the windows and lights of the buildings around you slowly flickering to life like a sea of tiny stars. He feels weak in the knees as he helps you pack everything back in your basket. “All set,” you smile, walking beside him, knuckles brushing against his until you fulfill Jungkook’s wordless wish and slip your hand into his.

Jungkook agrees, hoping his hand isn’t sweaty and that you mean what you say. “I- I liked the food,” he remembers to mention, the fact that you had so carefully and lovingly prepared all this not entirely lost on him. His compliment, as simple as it may be, has you beaming at him as you exit through the park’s front gates. His car is parked along the street, the sleek vehicle coming into view as you round the street corner, hands still fastened. “Um,” he mumbles, pausing beside it. You turn to face him, eyes clear and content.

All good things come to an end, he supposes, reluctantly letting go of your hand when you tug. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” you say, stepping up close, chest pressed against his. His breath hitched in his throat, eyes going wide when you nuzzle against his neck. Your hands slip around his waist. They wrap around him perfectly, make Jungkook feel like he was made for you.

By the time he’s springing into action, jerkily raising his free hand up to your back, you’re stepping away. “Call me when you get home,” you wink, sending shivers down his spine when he remembers what happened the last time you said that.

But Jungkook doesn’t think he can wait that long.

You’re slipping further and further away, fingertips just barely brushing against his forearm, when Jungkook jolts into action. “How are you, um—“ he stammers, feels too big for his shoes when you tilt your head curiously. And then, “d- do you need a ride?” he mumbles, cheeks warm.

It’s a feeble attempt at asking what he really wants. Offering you a ride home, while not a bad idea considering it was late and you had taken the bus here, is nowhere near what Jungkook really wants. What he wants is standing before him, thin spaghetti strap slipping down their shoulder, eyes sensually half-lidded and you know this too— because, again, you know Jungkook so well, know what he wants even if he can’t say it —as you step into his bubble again, peer up at him with your arms held behind your back.

“A ride home?” you ask, blinking your long lashes in a way that robs him of his breath. And he can see that switch flick on inside of you, watches that pure and innocent gleam in your eyes slowly become replaced with something mischievous. Jungkook nods dumbly. “I’d love that.”

Jungkook blinks. “Great,” he chokes out, neatly dropping the wicker basket in his hands. In a way, it brings him back down to reality, lets him snap away from your hypnotizing gaze as he reaches for the keys in his pocket. “Let me— I just have to— yeah,” he stammers, clicking the button on his car keys one too many times, has it perkily beeping. Your lips press together into an amused smile, the last thing Jungkook sees before ripping himself away from you and yanking the back door open.

He nearly throws the basket in like a madman, glassware be damned. It’s his last shred of rationality that tells him not to, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge as he steps up to the edge of the sidewalk and carefully places it on the floor behind the passenger’s seat.

When Jungkook rises back up, there is a hand that brushes against his forearm, a gentle touch that has him throwing a curious glance your way. He’s not expecting to be so entranced by the dreamy look in your eyes, feet glued to the ground as you trail your hand down, catching his wrist between your fingers. You’re standing so close, making Jungkook feel like he’s trapped between you and his own car. His entire body is on edge when you lean in, placing a soft kiss against the very corner of his mouth. It leaves a tingling sensation, and accompanied with the growing warmth beneath his skin, feels like he’s been burned. “I had fun,” you murmur, voice low. It sends a shock of electricity down his spine, a wave of exhilaration that has him fully turning to face you as you eventually step away, that same playful grin on your features again.

A surge of confidence and greed overcomes him, has him stepping forward into your space despite the nervousness that builds within him. There’s a hint of surprise in your eyes that you quickly mask, placating his bumbling nerves with a delicate hand placed over his heart. He can’t breathe when you lean in, softly humming, “kiss me?”

Jungkook’s lower lip wobbles. “O- Okay,” he concedes, voice but an airy whisper that is soon swallowed up. You taste like fruit and orange juice, remnants of your picnic clinging to your lips as you slowly consume Jungkook’s entire attention with this soft brush alone. It’s a rather short affair, one that ends all too soon when you pull away with a soft sigh against his lips.

Your smile is so pretty when you angle it at him, has him taking one jerky step backwards. His back hits the car, feels trapped. But he isn’t scared, doesn’t find himself anxiously awaiting your next move. “Good boy,” you purr, reaching one graceful hand forward, playfully tugging at his tie, wrapping it around your knuckles as you use it as leverage to pull him close again.

You’re just so pretty, Jungkook has always thought so. From the moment he first met you until now, there is something about you—a glint in your eyes, a quirk to your lips—that has had him under your spell for weeks now.

Had Jungkook seriously despised you and your ethics, perhaps this feeling would have gone away. But the fact of the matter is that you make Jungkook’s heart hammer dangerously in his chest, a shot of adrenaline through his veins when you look at him with those low-lidded eyes, touch him with those experienced hands. He wants you so bad, even after all he’s learned, all he’s seen. He wants you over him and under him, pressed against him from head to toe. He wants and he wants, and he knows it’s bad to want so much, to be so greedy. But with you around, Jungkook finds himself giving into that greed, clutching at it like a lifeline. “We can, um—,” he stammers, placing one uncertain hand against the top of the door frame beside him. You raise your brows, egging him on yet patiently waiting all at once.

Your gaze is so strong, and it’s in moments like these that Jungkook feels that feeling crawl up his throat. A serpentine gaze, a sticky sweet tongue. Everything he’s ever known says it’s wrong, but his heart and your confession says otherwise. He looks away, throws a bashful glance at the plush leather seats behind him. “In… inside?”

And the offer has you positively beaming before him, that same flirtatious shimmer in your irises doubling at the words that roll off his tongue. “Oh my,” you swoon playfully, stepping back to, Jungkook assumes, allow him to get in.

He plops down, feels like he would break out in a sweat if the evening temperature wasn’t so cool. The car’s interior blends into the shadows, his clothing practically indiscernible against the dark shade of the seats. A stark contrast to the pretty floral dress that suddenly spills itself over his lap when you climb in, the door tugged shut beside the two of you. All is silent, your thighs over his, hands on his shoulders. “Hi, bunny,” you murmur, lips pulled into a smirk, provocative yet playful, like you know something that Jungkook doesn’t.

Jungkook’s throat feels dry but he still manages to gulp. He’s drowning in your perfume and your body lotion, in the faint smell of the outdoors clinging to your clothes and your hair, the absolutely heavenly scent of just you in your entirety. “Hi,” he whispers back, voice lost beneath the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears. And his quiet greeting is rewarded with two soft hands that crawl up his neck, cupping his face in their palms.

“You were so sweet today,” you purr, nose nudging against his when you finally lean in, pressing your breasts against Jungkook. A tiny gasp catches in his throat, his hands instinctively going to your waist. “Can I kiss you again?”

Jungkook has never wanted anything more. “Please,” he exhales, feeling like he’ll explode if you don’t kiss him soon. You take his request in stride, jut your face forward just the slightest bit until your mouth is pressed firmly against his, the movement of your lips a practiced rhythm that he just can’t seem to master. He still tries his best, puckers his lips when he feels it’s right, tilts his head when you urge him with a soft nudge. He tries his best and hopes it’s enough.

By now, Jungkook has come to understand that there is a pattern to your kisses. You always start off slow and relaxed, mouth languidly moving against his as you lure him across a tightrope of anticipation. They gradually become more intense, pulling out whimpers and sighs from Jungkook that he had never known were possible. It’s a carefully crafted art form, the tongue that slides out from between your pillowy lips, dips into his own mouth with a giggly pant. “Good boy,” you hum in between, hands burying themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Always so good.”

Jungkook shudders when you eventually part, can’t catch his breath fast enough before you’re reaching for the buttons on the front of his shirt, easily undoing the casual tie too. “Relax,” you tell him, bypassing his lips for the warm expanse of skin just below. You kiss over his chin, down his neck, as your hands crawl beneath his shirt and around his naked waist.

He’s ticklish, and when you brush against his ribs, he unwillingly releases a sharp huff of laughter. It’s followed by a wide-eyed look of embarrassment, cheeks a warm hue when you lean back in surprise at this new bit of information. “I— sorry,” he blurts out, because he doesn’t know proper make-out etiquette, doesn’t know anything really, except what you’ve shown him.

But the sound makes you snort, looking at him with this gaze that drips with honey. “So cute,” you tell him, placing a chaste kiss against his lips, before disappearing back down to lavish his throat with filthier kisses. And with you laving your tongue across his skin, biting at every inch available, Jungkook is left to fuzzily stare over the crystal clear windshield. He’s struck with the faint realization that if someone were to look hard enough, they would see him through the tinted glass as he fell apart into the hands of a pretty girl.

The soft smack of your lips against his skin is sensual, makes every hair on his body stand stiff. Your lips trail down the column of his neck, placing a bruising kiss at the juncture where it meets the rest of his body. “Oh,” he sighs, eyelids fluttering when a hand squeezes at his chest, thumb against his nipple.

Another muffled giggle pressed against the base of his neck, and when Jungkook focuses his eyes again, he catches his own gaze in the rearview mirror.

The sight of him is… weird to say the least.

Even in the dark, his lips look thoroughly debauched, puffier and redder than usual, slick with saliva that isn’t entirely his. He doesn’t tell himself to, but his mirrored counterpart peeks his tongue out, runs it along his top lip sinfully. Startled by his own appearance, Jungkook jolts in place, feeling you shift in his lap with a soft little whine. “Bunny,” you frown, and Jungkook watches your side profile in the tiny mirror as you sit back up, press your lips against his ear. “Sit still for me,” you tell him, hand slithering up his chest, around his throat. Over his Adam’s apple, squeezing just the slightest. It’s not tight, but it knocks the air out of his lungs when he sees the action mirrored back at him on the reflective surface.

That familiar guilt sticks in his throat, evident when your hand slips away and he swallows harshly, the protrusion just beneath his skin bobbing up and down.

In the back of Jungkook’s mind, he can recall the religious story that surrounded this bodily feature; a sin and the consequence. A garden and a fruit, a beautiful woman by his side.

Your hand creeps down between your bodies, palming over his quickly fattening cock, and Jungkook swears he sees stars, a strained whimper escaping from his lips that you giggle at. “Oh my,” he huffs, clutching at the skirt of your dress. You nuzzle close again, pressing a tender kiss against the side of his neck.

Your hands are so soft and sweet, brushing over his cock like you’re simply caressing him out of adoration and not because you want him to cum, staining his seats and your dress. Either way, Jungkook can’t even begin to imagine what you must be thinking; before the date and his confession, he had been afraid that you would discard him. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t what you wanted, maybe he wasn’t what you needed. You were so confident in yourself and your actions, a stark contrast to Jungkook and his constant uncertainty, his fear of doing the wrong thing plaguing him at all hours of the day.

Even now, with your hands expertly tugging his zipper down, he finds himself going back to that story. That apple in the garden, the consequences it had hailed. Never mind the fact you’re on top of him, claiming to like him, with your hands touching every inch of his skin. He keeps looping back to that Biblical verse instead, thinks about it when your fingers meanly let the elastic band of his briefs snap against his skin. “Ouch,” he flinches, voice a soft whine. He turns too quickly and too suddenly, nose bumping against yours because you’re still so close.

You smile, puckering your lips for the lightest of kisses. It’s the little things like that that make Jungkook’s entire thought process stall, distantly aware of the fact that it’s, like always, you leading the majority of your encounters once again. Even during your picnic, it had been you who had practically held his hand as you navigated through basic information, asked for his favorite color and his favorite drink. Had it not been for your own proactive tendencies, Jungkook fears he would have never known your favorite color was pink or your favorite day of the week was Thursday.

It’s a fact that makes him pause, jaw tightening as he once again realizes how little effort he was putting into knowing you. For someone who claimed to like you a lot, he rarely did the work to prove it. Even now, he’s too unsure of who he is and who you are to indulge you properly, instead watching you lead the scene as usual. Before he can stop himself, a sigh is escaping his lips.

It must convey his emotions perfectly, because it’s enough to make your wandering hands pause by his waist. “Everything okay?” you ask, always knowing what he’s feeling. And it sucks that he couldn’t say the same for himself.

“N— Yes,” he rushes to say, looking up at you with round eyes, the moonlight painting half of your face a paler color than usual, the other side shrouded in darkness. It makes your eyes look darker, makes Jungkook gulp loudly when you turn those inquisitive eyes on him.

His answer doesn’t seem to convince you, and it’s with little to no hesitation that you sit back. It puts a distance between the two of you that Jungkook can’t say he’s a fan of. “Jungkook,” you say, voice stern yet warm, one hand reaching up to brush your knuckles against his cheek. “Tell me what’s bothering you?”

It makes Jungkook nervous. He knows he thinks too much. Part of him fears that oversharing with you will drive you away, put you even farther than you are now. Maybe next time it’ll be a room’s length away, a football field’s length away. And he doesn’t want that; he wants to hold you close, he really does. But there are traditions he carries and beliefs he holds dearly that make it hard for him to do so, as much as it pains him.

The only reason he knows he’s frowning is because you press your pointer finger against the corner of his mouth. You lean in close, nose bumping against his. It sends your scent billowing over him, makes him dizzy when he becomes aware of the hand he’s got on your bare thigh, the rumpled skirt of your dress pushed away. “Talk to me, bunny,” you murmur. You don’t make a move to kiss him, a fact that Jungkook feels both grateful and disheartened by. “Please?”

And he can’t deny you, not when you ask so nicely. You have this metaphorical grip on Jungkook, a tight hold around his throat that has made him act impulsively these past few weeks, desperate to be with you, to please you. Even now, despite how much he wants to withhold his thoughts, he finds himself quietly admitting them instead. “I want to know you,” he mumbles, unable to meet your eye. You don’t push him to. “I really, um. I like you, __. A lot.” It’s a repetition of his earlier confession. And still, it makes him nervous. A thumb brushes against his cheekbone, encouraging him to meet your solemn gaze even if it means being a blushing mess afterwards. “Before we, uh, do… things.”

His words may be choppy and incoherent, but you understand him all the same. “You want to go out some more,” you clarify, removing your hand from his cheek. The phantom trail of your fingertips on his skin remains, feels colder when you lean away to allow him some more space.

Jungkook nods quickly, hoping this rush of adrenaline might help him through this. He bites down on his lower lip, carefully analyzing your expression for any signs of disbelief or disgust. But all he sees is understanding, a cool expression that makes Jungkook’s heart thunder. “I…,” he says, glancing down at where he’s still got his hand on your naked skin. Something inside of him tells him to rub his thumb across it, an action he doesn’t think through until he hears a sharp inhale, watches goosebumps rise over the skin. “I’m sorry,” he rushes out, snatching his hand away before he can do something else of a similar sort. “I- I just—“ said hand now waves around wildly beside him “—I really like you, as a, um— uh. A person. And I—“ and this is where he becomes aware of his unbuttoned shirt and the way you’ve got your pretty pussy pressed against his thigh now “—I, um. I want to know me— I mean, you —better? More? Like—“

His embarrassing babbling is cut off with a gentle kiss to his lips. No tongue, no saliva. Just soft lips against his, a delicate hand against his shoulders. When you pull away, Jungkook unconsciously trails after the touch, eyes half-lidded and in a daze when you place a palm on his chest. “I got it,” you say, lips quirking into a tiny smile. “I want to know more about you too, bunny,” you admit, reaching for the front of his shirt. He watches on with flushed cheeks as you slowly button it up for him, finishing it off with a playful tap against the underside of his chin.

You glance out of the window thoughtfully. Jungkook is suddenly reminded of how pretty you are, your skin practically glimmering under the pale moonlight. It catches on your necklace, a thin chain with a cross on the end. If he focuses his eyes behind you, his own reflection stares back once more. Jungkook’s entire body threatens to lock up tightly, but a single kiss on the cheek from you interrupts the process. “Do you wanna date?” you ask, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Jungkook can’t agree fast enough. “I— yes,” he gasps, leaning forward too suddenly. It makes you flinch back in surprise, back pressing up against the driver’s seat behind you in surprise. You wouldn’t have fallen or anything, but Jungkook reacts like it was a serious possibility anyway, grasping at your waist and pulling you snug against him, soft thighs sandwiching his tiny waist. “Oh, God,” he frets, immediately moving to release you.

But you catch him with two arms thrown around his neck, pulling Jungkook close to you for another kiss. Deeper and… meaningful, your satiny lips carefully slotted against his. While it surprises him at first, Jungkook finds himself melting into it soon enough. This was okay, he tells himself, and for the first time in a few weeks, he finds himself believing it.

It was just kissing— intimate yet appropriate kissing —between two people who were seeing each other. Him, properly seeing you. His heart threatens to burst out of its cage for a second. It’s the first time since he’s met you that he can fully say he hadn’t felt nervous about his actions, hadn’t felt like he was committing some grave sin for chasing after your touch. It was just a kiss, simple and sweet, making both of you smile bashfully when you eventually pull away. There was no lying and no guilt, no tears and no stress.

It felt good.

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years ago

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So you've travelled to the void...

Some of you reading this are already trapped acquainted with the void and have figured out how to traverse this place but maybe you don't know all the secrets the void has to offer...

Settle in, there's always room in the void! There's no end! However, there are some things you should know that will keep you from getting lost...hopefully. Or atleast that's what we're told to say 🤷‍♀️. Can't get out

I try to be multifandom but that's flopping and so I write whatever I'm obsessed with. I have no update schedule. Vanity gets stressed easily and is only here to have a good time with everyone.

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Batman

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The void doesn't have any masterlists! This place is far too big for masterlists. It never ends.

Is there anything left- else?

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 4 years ago

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His passion [Oliver Wood x Reader] 18+

Title: His passion Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female!Reader Word count: 2.4k Published: 23 October, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warning: Explicit language, Pure 18+ SMUT, please do not read if you are under 18. Disclaimer: Both characters are of age! Summary: Oliver has been walking up and down the room half naked, going on and on about Quidditch for the last hour and you are losing your patience, up until you turn his attention to you.

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Oliver was always a leader type of person. His classmates looked up to him, his housemates respected his mere presence, his friends asked him for advice, his quidditch team listened to his every word, doing exactly what they were told – most of the times at least, sometimes with a couple of eye rolls included.

There was only one person who never succumbed to Oliver’s leading demeanour and that was you. You were confident, bright and just as much of a leader as he was. Your relationship was well balanced, sometimes you made decisions, sometimes he initiated things.

It was no different in the bedroom. Roles were always switched up, toys used to find each other’s limits. Oliver wasn’t an innocent little boy, nor were you. But it was noone else’s business, things stayed behind closed doors.

Oliver was rambling about the quidditch practice for the last hour, annoying you to no end. You loved his passion, it was present not just in the sport, but his relationships with his family, friends and well, you and your sex life.

You tried to listen to his non-stop complaints, but the boy didn’t seem to want to stop any time soon and his half-naked, toned body, only wearing some old sweatpants, didn’t help you to concentrate any better. Your eyes wandered to his muscled forearms, imagining as he held your hands above your head with one hand, his other buried between your thighs, his fingers showing you pleasure you never knew existed. You shook your head, trying to focus on your boyfriend instead of your currently inappropriate thoughts.

He kept walking up and down his room, his hands flailing around, growling in anger. His voice reminded you the way he groaned your name when your mouth was wrapped around his length. Your thighs rubbed together involuntarily, trying to get some friction at your dirty thoughts.

You heaved a deep sigh, feeling fed up. You stood up from the side of his bed, your damp panties making you groan. His simple presence could cause a whole pool in your underwear and he didn’t even realise it. You scoffed at your silly behaviour, waving your wand towards the door as the lock clicked, followed by being covered by a silencing charm.

You placed your wand beside the bed, on top of the wooden nightstand, before you started removing your tie, throwing it at the headboard of the bed. You unbuttoned the first four buttons on your white uniform shirt, revealing the black laced bra you were wearing underneath.

You walked up to the boy, whose attention was still focused on the stupid game. You didn’t necessarily think it was stupid, hell you loved quidditch, but Oliver was beyond annoying and his ignorance towards you, the way he made you feel, the thoughts he made you think, earned your dominant side to resurface.

You were standing in front of him, your shirt revealing more than it was supposed to, your cleavage on full view, but he seemed to be more interested in his own ranting. You grabbed his hips as he turned back to you and pulled him flush against you, your breasts pushed against his chest. His eyes widened in surprise; his breathing hitched as he realised what was going on around him.

His eyes wandered down to your lips, before continuing to explore the exposed collarbones, stopping right at your cleavage. His tongue darted out of his mouth, wetting his lips. His eyes were filled with lust, his facial expression screaming how much he wanted you, his breathing shaky. You bit into your bottom lip in anticipation for a kiss, but he didn’t move. Slowly, but steadily the boy started getting on your nerves.

You stood on your tiptoes, forcefully smashing your lips against his as your hand grabbed his neck, pulling him down to you. You ran your fingers through his soft, short hair, tugging on the ends you could hold, making him groan into the kiss. His arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you against him even closer, leaving no more space between your bodies.

You started backing him towards the bed, the boy letting you lead without hesitation. Quidditch was long gone from his mind, he could only think of your naked body melting together with his, making you scream his name in pleasure. His hands wandered down to your butt, firmly grabbing them.

Your kisses trailed down to his neck, finding his most sensitive spot, gently biting it, before sucking on it to sooth the stinging pain. He could barely focus on his surroundings; his complete attention was on you. He didn’t even realise when the back of his knee pressed against the edge of the bed, only when he fell back on the mattress. He pulled you down to him once again, capturing your lips with his, squeezing your butt as you placed a knee on each side of him, straddling his seated form.

You moaned into the kiss as you felt his erection under the thin material of his sweatpants. His lips trailed down to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses on the surface of your soft skin, grazing it gently with his teeth as he saw the little goosebumps appear on your skin. He chuckled into your skin, enjoying the effects he had on you.

You groaned, not wanting him to take control. You started circling your hips in his lap, his fingers harshly digging into your hips.

“Don’t play with me, love.” He moaned as he struggled to stop your moving hips.

“I have been listening to your rambling for the past five hours. Just shut it, will you?” You spoke as you pushed him down on the bed, pecking his lips. He started backing up towards the headboard, somewhat enjoying your dominance over him. A naughty smile appeared across your face as a sudden idea came to you. The boy halted as his head almost hit the headboard. You crawled over him, straddling him once again, before reaching for your wand beside the bed.

He furrowed at your action, but he didn’t have time to question it. Before he realised it, you waved your wand and his hands were captured above his head to the headboard with your tie. He groaned, annoyed at the situation he found himself in.

“How am I supposed to touch you like this?” He asked with a deep groan. An innocent smile appeared across your lips as you shrugged in a reply.

“You are not.” You giggled as you moved your hips. He threw his head backwards, trying to ignore the frictions you created between your bodies.

“Come on.” He breathed as he tried to free his hands, tugging on the ties, but you just giggled.

“It’s not as fun to be tied up as it seem, am I right?” You smirked proudly as you leaned down to him, kissing him passionately, before you pulled back, leaving him wanting more.

“Leannan, please, not now.” He groaned, but you were not one to just give up. You started slowly unbuttoning your shirt, before throwing it on the floor. Oliver’s eyes darkened at the sight of your body, his eyes admiring your breasts hidden behind the laced bra.

“I love it when you beg.” You chuckled as the boy rolled his eyes. You reached for his lips again, kissing him feverishly, craving his body more than ever. But you couldn’t give up just yet. You had a plan. You trailed down to his neck, sucking on the soft skin, his hips bucking up against your heated core. You chuckled at his impatience.

You continued leaving small kisses on his shoulder, his collarbone, before you reached his perked up, pink nipples. You licked one of them, your tongue swirling around the sensitive spot, a loud moan leaving Oliver’s lungs.

“Someone is enjoying himself.” You chuckled as you sucked on his nipple, a deep groan coming from him as your finger played with the other nipple, drawing little circles around it. You continued your way down the boy’s toned abs, admiring the fine lines. Quidditch wasn’t the only thing that helped him look like a Greek god, he loved to exercise on his own just as much. Sometimes with you, which often turned into a heated make out session. Or more.

You trailed down to his waistband, tugging on the trousers and boxer, slowly pulling them down, taunting the boy, whose eyes were fixed on your movements. You smirked as you looked at his dazed expression. He was completely and utterly under your spell.

You barely left his pelvis, when his length sprung out of the trouser, making you grin excitedly. Oh, how badly you wanted him, but you couldn’t just give in. Not just yet. You pulled down his sweatpants and underwear, throwing it on the floor, right beside your shirt.

You leaned down to his cock, licking across its length. Oliver’s breath hitched as his penis twitched under your slight attention.

“Eager, are we?” You giggled as you licked the tip, a deep groan leaving his mouth. He bit into his bottom lip, trying to suppress his voice.

“Just wait until I’m free.” He warned, but honestly, you couldn’t wait for him to get his hand on you.

“I guess, we will have to wait with that.” You smirked as you wrapped your hands around his cock, squeezing it gently, his hips bucking up against your hand, impatiently needing frictions. “Don’t be impatient, darling.” You teased as you moved your hand slowly up and down on his length, taunting the boy.

You leaned down, taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive skin, before pulling back, his hips moving under you involuntarily. Your hands moved up and down as slowly as you could manage, your tongue barely touching his skin, teasing him.

“Please.” He breathed, begging you. You felt bad for him, but you enjoyed it too much to stop. His mindless state was worth it. You leaned down, taking his length in your mouth, the rest of it stroked by your hand. Your lips sealed around his shaft, your head bobbing up and down, speeding up the tempo as you heard his uneven breathing.

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, precum leaking into your mouth as you tasted him. His hips moved up against your mouth, waiting for the pure pleasure as he got closer to his orgasm. You could feel his movements getting sloppier, his climax nearing, his lips moaning your name, before you stopped abruptly and left his twitching cock.

An animalistic growl left his lungs, missing your lips around him. “Why?” He asked as his legs relaxed against the mattress, his chest falling rapidly.

“What’s the fun in letting you come?” You asked giggling as you removed his precum from the corner of your lips, before licking off the tip of your finger, his eyes following every movement of yours, his heightened attention completely focused on you.

You crawled up to him, kissing his lips, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth, massaging his tongue eagerly. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You stood up from him, standing beside the bad. You didn’t remove your skirt, however you started slowly pulling down your lacey black panties, completely drenched in your juice. You held it up on top of your finger, looking at Oliver’s dazed expression.

You threw your panties on the floor, climbing back on top of Oliver, positioning yourself on his hard cock. However, you weren’t ready to let him enjoy himself just yet. You circled your hips around him, your fingers getting lost under your skirt as your started playing with your clit. A loud moan left your lungs as you felt your climax slowly build up, your hips moving faster around his length, his head falling back as he focused on the sensation, your voice causing him physical pain in his cock.

Your breathing quickened as you felt a knot slowly building up in your stomach, your movements getting lazy as your fingers played with your clit. You moaned louder this time, his name slipping out of your mouth. He groaned at the sight, your fingers buried under your skirt, your lips hanging open in pleasure, your tits bouncing above him. He gulped loudly, teeth gritting as he watched you come on his cock without even entering you.

You smiled sweetly as you came down your height, his eyes filled with lust as he tugged hard against the headboard. The ties seemed to be of good quality holding the boy’s muscles firmly in place.

You leaned down to kiss him, lifting your hips in the process. Oliver didn’t miss your little mistake. His cock twitched again as he entered you, making you scream his name in pleasure. You were supposed to be in control, but a simple mistake ended up being the biggest pleasure. You moaned as his hips sped up, his length buried in you fully. You wanted to lift yourself up from him, you wanted to tease him more.

But you couldn’t.

As if Oliver could read you, he snapped. The tie gave up against his strength, ripping the material apart, before he got hold of your hips, steadying you on him, his cock pounding into you harder, stronger. You were screaming his name, your fingers digging into his chest, your eyes closed as you felt the knot appear in your stomach, steadily growing as you felt Oliver’s pace quicken.

You couldn’t control yourself, your breathing was uneven, your body out of control, your walls tightening under Oliver’s movements. You were close, very close, Oliver feeling your climax building up as you squeezed around him, his name stuck in your lungs, throwing your head back, completely giving yourself to the pleasure, before you felt Oliver’s hot come fill you up. You fell onto his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Fuck.” Oliver spoke, chuckling in happiness. You giggled at his choice of word; he was not one to swear often.

“I’m guessing you liked it.” You beamed up at him.

“Wasn’t that obvious, love?” He asked, hinting a kiss on the top of your head. “Anything that involves you, I love.” He smiled lazily.

“You are such a sap.” You smiled as you looked up at him with a tired gaze. He leaned down to you, hinting a small kiss on the top of your head, both of you trying to organise your breathing, before you even dared to collect enough energy to clean yourselves up.

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mayans-sauce · 4 years ago

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Payback (1/2)

Gif Credit: @mikaelsonsource

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Human! Female Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, cursing, teasing, orgasm denial, sir kink

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Elijah was already ready for the dinner party that you would be having tonight as you walked into your shared bedroom. He was busy reading a book, making time go as he waited for you to start getting ready. “I’ll have a shower,” he nodded in your direction, acknowledging what you said.

What he didn’t expect was for you to start stripping right there in the bedroom. His interest in the book was lost as he watched you getting rid of the clothing piece by piece. You walked into your shared bathroom, “forgetting” to shut the door. Elijah had a full view of you as you stepped into the big shower, the glass doors making it, so he saw everything you were doing.

Did you deliberately have the door open? Maybe. Did Elijah need to keep staring at you and torture himself? No, he didn’t; that was his own choice and risk. You did your shower routine, washing your body with the scented shower gel that Elijah loved so much. The water and soap traveling down your figure made his eyes turn into a darker shade. The way your hands roamed your body, your breasts, arms, thighs, made him lick his lips. All he wanted was to join you, but he contained himself, he knew what you were doing, and he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.

You knew he was watching the whole time, but you acted like you were oblivious, trying not to give away that this was exactly what you planned. Turning the shower off and grabbing your towel, you stepped out and dried your body. As you walked out of the bathroom, your eyes locked with Elijah’s. He had that look on his face that look that you knew all too well. You were in big trouble, and he would not be merciful.

“What?” you asked him, playing dumb as you walked by him on your way to the dresser. Rummaging through the drawer and finding Elijah's favorite pair of underwear, you slowly put it on, wiggling your ass more than usual as you put on the thongs.

A gust of wind could be felt behind you, and then his warm breathing fanned over your neck. “What do you think you're doing?” “Getting dressed, what else does it look like?” you tested him, and he was having none of that; a low growl escaped him. “Elijah, quit hovering. I need to get ready. You know how mad Niklaus got when we were late for the dinner party last time.” “Oh, I remembered it quite well, and I can’t remember you complaining about it either.”

You just wanted to jump him then and there, but you needed to be strong and resist. You tried to get back at him for all those times he has teased you. Turning around and walking past him to put on your dress. “Come on, Elijah. We’ll be late.”

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The dinner party was fun as always. It gave you all a chance to have an evening with each other without disturbance. Just chatting and enjoying a delicious meal together with family.

You were in the middle of a conversation with Freya when you felt Elijah put his hand on your exposed thigh. As much as it was an innocent gesture, it still made your breath hitch in your throat. You resumed your talk, but after a few minutes, his hand snaked its way higher and higher; each inch of his hand made your heart beat faster. This was payback for the little stunt you pulled earlier with him.

He kept his composure the entire time, talking with his brothers like nothing was going on. You, on the other hand, became more and more a mess the closer his fingers got to the place you needed him.

He was teasing his fingers on the fabric of your panties, just a few millimeters from your precious pearl. Your silent prayers got heard, and he pressed his thumb hard on your clothed clit, and you let out a small gasp at that. Not holding back at all, he circled hard and fast, already bringing you towards the end. Something funny he said made everyone laugh, and that gave him a perfect opportunity to whisper in your ear, “don’t come.”

He removed his thumb for a moment, denying you your orgasm. You let out a low whine for him not continuing his actions. “Behave kitten; you’ll get what you want, be patient, you understand?” “Yes, Elijah.” “Yes, what?” That was not what he wanted you to call him. “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl,” and with that, he returned to the conversation, making them laugh some more with a joke you didn’t even hear, your mind occupied with the taps of his thumb on your sensitive clit. Each tap made you jolt slightly in your seat.

His thumb found its rightful place on your clit again, but this time his moves were so torturous and slow that it almost made you cry. Like this, he would torture you for the rest of the evening, not speeding up his movement. He was out for revenge, and this was his way of doing it.

Your heart was breathing faster with every minute that passed and your head spinning with pleasure but also pain, the pain of having to endure this torture.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Your heart is beating rather fast,” Klaus asked you. You turned your head to look at him, trying to get any hints if he knew what was going on, but he seemed utterly oblivious. You didn’t trust your voice, being afraid that if you opened your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to hold back all the pleasurable moans you were holding in. But you needed to give him an answer, and now everyone was looking at you because you took so long.

Clearing your throat and opening your mouth, you managed to get some words out, “y-yeah, I’m f-fine. This cake, you know,” you pointed to the dessert in front of you, “you know how much I love my d-dessert. How e-excited it gets me.” Satisfied with your answer, everyone returned to their conversations while you slowly ate your cake.

“Well, it’s getting late. I think I’ll head for bed,” Freya said and slowly returned to her room. Everyone else slowly but surely said their goodnights and left for their rooms as well. It left you and Elijah alone at the table, and you finally let out a moan that you had been holding in all night. Elijah moved your panties to the side so that the pad of his thumb had direct contact with your overly sensitive clit.

“Fuck.” You tried to close your legs, but he held you open with his other hand. “Keep them open.” You put your forehead down at the table as his thumb circled at an inhuman pace. “Let go.” That was all you needed to hear as your intense orgasm ripped through you, the buildup throughout the night making it a strong one. Moans, yelps, and whimpers left your mouth on a loop. Your core was pulsating, and your body shook violently as stars clouded your vision, ears ringing, making it almost impossible to hear Elijah’s encouraging words at you. Your hand kept his hand where it was to let the feeling last forever if you could.

After a few minutes, you caught your breathing and came back to yourself just as he removed his hand from between your thighs. You felt his lips at the shell of your ear, his warm breath making chills run down your spine. He had got what he wanted, and he whispered it so low in your ear that you thought you imagined it, “payback.”

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allyreactions · 4 years ago

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Ateez Headcanon | Hard Dom! Hongjoong

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♡ pairings ; hard dom! Hongjoong x fem! reader

♡ genre ; smut, lil bit of aftercare fluff

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║ A/N : I’ve been posting a lot of things that I wanted to lately, so I felt like I should post a request

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⇢ look, I know that because this man is a leader it must mean that he’s a dom right? well .. maybe idk

⇢ I mainly view Joong as a switch, but that’s beside the point

⇢ LETS GET IT

⇢ okay, for starters .. Joong has great stamina

⇢ he’s got tons of energy and wouldn’t have any trouble keeping up with you

⇢ you wanna go 3 rounds? give him a few minutes to catch his breath and he’s good to go

⇢ speaking of rounds...

⇢ Joong is a big fan of oral sex, and just foreplay in general

⇢ I have this theory that Hongjoong has a talented tongue

⇢ .. if you know what I mean *wink wink* 😏

⇢ he’s always sticking out his tongue on stage and I just have this feeling that he really knows what to do down there

⇢ the man could spend hours between your legs

⇢ he loves watching you squirm as you chase your high as he holds your quivering legs wide open

⇢ “does that feel good, baby?”

⇢ I have a feeling that this works in conjunction with his praise kink

⇢ seeing you writhe with pleasure beneath his touch is what drives him wild

⇢ I actually wanna go back to his leader qualities and how that plays into how he is in the bedroom

⇢ ik I’m all over the place, just work with me okay?

⇢ I also have another feeling that hard dom! Joong is also into overstimulation and edging

⇢ sometimes it depends on his mood and whether not you've been behaving yourself

⇢ I think this has to do with the fact that he's a leader and therefore feels the need to have complete control

⇢ toys are usually involved when he's overstimulating you; vibrators being his favorite go-to

⇢ whether he's pounding into you mercilessly or curling his fingers deep into you, that little pink vibrator would be attached to your clit

⇢ "hold it baby, you can't cum until I tell you to"

⇢ sometimes he'll do this until he feels like you've had enough or until he knows you can't anymore

⇢ but regardless of how rough and aggressive he's been with you, he always makes it up to you by being the sweetest

⇢ it's almost like he's a whole other person, complete 180

⇢ did a full 180~~~~

⇢ Hongjoong is quick to give attention to you and any sore area on your body

⇢ kisses are peppered over any tender spot or bruise he's left

⇢ "I promise I'll be more gentle next time, baby. I didn't mean to be so rough and hurt you like that"

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huihuiheart · 4 years ago

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My Queen - Mafia! Changkyun

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Pairing: Mafia! Changkyun x Sub! Female Reader

Genre: Smut with some fluff, but mostly just filth

Summary: Part 2 of Yes Sir! - You agreed to be his, so he intends to show you that he really can make you his queen. Honestly, I’m kind of considering making this a series.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, dom/sub themes (pretty soft though), body worship, strip tease(barely), most of the foreplay in the previous part, fingering.

Word Count: 1,706

“I think it’s time for you to make me your queen now, Sir.” You give him the same smirk he’s been giving you all night as you give him a true answer to his earlier invitation as well as move to get what you both truly wanted.

“Fuck doll. I thought you’d never ask.”

As much as Changkyun would have liked to fuck you in the hidden area behind the bar, he insisted on taking you back to his place to finish what the two of you had started. After all, he promised to make you his queen, so while he had no problems fucking you anywhere, over anything...it’s not what he intended to do your first night together like this. He intended to spoil you tonight, make sure you knew exactly all the things he could give to you. He’d save the rougher aspects for some other time. Likely when you would need to be reminded of just who was in charge after his endless amounts of spoiling.

His hand resting on your thigh through the whole drive to his place, making you certain you’re making a mess of the expensive leather seat of his car. Not that Changkyun would ever find himself complaining about that, quite the opposite actually. If he knew, however, the last of his self-control might shatter and he might take you in the backseat of his car only to regret not treating you how he felt you truly deserved.

Chsngkyun was sure he could have been pulled over for multiple traffic violations, but he couldn’t care less. He was just glad he got you both back to his place as quickly as possible. Beaming proudly to himself when he noticed you gawking as his impressive home. Having come up the private drive, past the perfectly manicured lawn to what was practically a mansion. You knew it would be impressive, already knowing how much he profited...still the outside alone blew away any previous expectations you had.

“This is all yours now too. Along with anything else you might want or need. You are my queen now after all.”Changkyun brushes his thumb over your cheek, before slipping out of the car and coming around to help you out. The man was more than eager to get you inside, not that he’d let you appreciate the interior too much currently. Not when his patience was already running thin. He needed you in his bedroom and he needed you there now before he lost his goddamn mind.

The second both of you are through the door his lips are on yours, his hands finding your hips to lead the way to his room. Thoroughly distracting you from anything else, including anyone who works at his home, and might be catching glimpses of you both along the way. Something you would have worried about slamming the bedroom door shut doing if his home weren’t so big that the sound would have died out before meeting the ears of too many other people.

Changkyun finally pulls away from your lips, sitting on his bed and unbuttoning his shirt slowly, “Strip for me doll? I want to see all of you, my queen.”

Despite the fact that he was the dominant one in the bedroom, his words were a request, not a demand. Wanting to be sure that you were comfortable tonight, even if he desired something different. Willing to concede to anything you wanted, even if he was dominant. You hold more power over Changkyun than you likely even knew.

Shy or not, you were too far gone at this point to not give in to his request. Your movements weren’t slow enough to tease him but also allowed enough time for him to properly appreciate the view of each new inch of your bare skin that graced his sight. When he called you his queen that was putting it lightly, you had been his whole world for a while now. Not that it was love at first sight per se unless you counted the first time he saw your personality show through...that being what sucked the man in and trapped him there with no hope of escaping.

Changkyun slipping his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside to join the last of your clothes, his hand offered to you as he stands once again. Gently gripping your hips to guide you back onto the bed, taking your place for a moment and discarding his pants, but not yet stripping entirely. He’s too busy focusing on you right now to worry about that. Leaning forward to press his lips to your throat before working them lower, intending to cover every little piece of skin he could reach with his affections. Willing to bow to his queen, showing wordlessly just how deeply his feelings ran even if he had not confessed them before tonight. Wanting you to know that he would give you everything, give up everything if it was for you...even his life.

“Where is all this patience coming from sir? Show me the same raw desire you did back at the bar. I want you already, please.” The way you pleaded beneath him, tacking on the honorific made Changkyun concede easily. His wants still bleeding through into his actions though, kissing his way back up before pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. His thinly clothed bulge grinding down onto your bare core.

“All in due time my queen, I want to make you feel blissfully loved first. Then I’ll fuck you senseless like a little slut afterward. That’s fair isn’t it?” Changkyun inquires, the rolling of his hips turning you to putty for him. Your nod is the only response he needs right now, after all, he can break you into all of his rules later. For now, his sole focus is on making sure you know how much he appreciates the entirety of you.

Changkhyun’s fingers trail up your inner thigh, meeting your eagerness by slowly rubbing two fingers through your glistening folds. His lips drift over your neck and up your jaw, before looking into your eyes as he gently eases his fingers inside of you, letting you adjust as he works them deeper.

“I’m going to make you cum so sweetly before I show you that I can give it to you rough too. I want you to know that no matter what your desire, I can fulfill all of your needs my queen. You’ll never need anyone but me.” His languid pace along with his words has you moaning breathlessly into the room. It was not quite what you had begged him for, yet it was still so pleasurable that your head was already spinning. His thumb falling to your clit to rub circles at the same leisurely pace that his fingers pumped into you. Changkyun’s mouth lowering to capture one of your nipples, fully intending to use any weak spot he could find to make you feel as good as possible. Something you never would have thought could make you cum so hard until he did it, fingers stroking over your spot with each press of them into you while he rides you through the high. Giving you the briefest of kisses before he brings his fingers up to his mouth, making a show out of cleaning your essence off them, the taste making him moan.

“Fuck me like you promised and I’ll let you eat me out for as long as you want later.” You bargain with him, knowing that if you don’t speak up fast he’ll probably drag this out longer by tasting you from the source before you get to feel him. As enticing as that sounded you were far too impatient at the moment for that. Your hands are already pushing down his boxers to finally free his cock, letting you see it for the first time.

“Fine, but I’m going to hold you to that.” Changkyun chuckles, hands gripping your hips to flip you over onto your hands and knees. His hands greedily groping at your ass while rubbing his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness before sheathing himself as deep inside of you as he could get. He leans in towards your ear, not having moved yet, “Tomorrow when you can’t walk on your own though, just remember that you’re the one who asked for this.”

He doesn’t waste a second more before he’s setting a bruising pace that has your legs quaking each time he fills you so completely. Stroking over your most sensitive spots, his tip even brushing against your cervix in a way that you know will undoubtedly leave you sore reminders the next day. No part of you could care less though, you finally were getting fucked the way you’d wanted since you started working for Changkyun. Finally feeling his hips snap against your ass while he fucked you like his own personal doll. Something Changkyun certainly proved he could keep up for rounds without any hesitation.

Peeking out from under the covers the next morning, you carefully moved to slip out of bed. Your legs are slightly weak and a bit jelly-like, but not unbearable. It seemed his doting aftercare had done you some good, especially at ensuring you didn’t feel grimey this morning. You silently pad over to your items and fish your cell phone out of your purse, before slipping out of the room and glancing down the hall the check that the coast was clear. Scrolling through your call history for that one familiar number, despite it being marked as an unknown caller and pressing the button, waiting for someone to pick up.

“It worked.....I’m in. I’ll call you with an update as soon as I can. I just thought you should know that we finally made it this far.” You whisper over the line, making the man on the other side chuckle.

“I told you it would now go back to him before he suspects anything...you’ve done well.” The man praises before hanging up, making you smirk.

Silently you slip back into the room and Changkyun’s arms once more. Him still being sound asleep and not suspecting a single thing.

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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summary: jihoon has access to all versions of you - your credit score, shopping habits, work emails, even your terrible tinder history. pairing; fbi agent!jihoon x civilian!reader (f) genre/warnings; fluff, crack, it’s really just that “your fbi agent” meme that caused everyone 8 years ago to put tape over their webcams, questionable viewing habits for an fbi agent, language, dick talk, mentions of sex, jihoon has feelings and is confused, he is a PINER, tw—sexual harassment w/c; 3.3k a/n; i can’t believe i finished this😭😭 part of meraki’s job collaboration and i’ve been dying to do a svt collab since the dawn of time and finally today’s the day! it’s been a hot moment since i’ve written for jihoon, glad i managed to get those svt writing muscles going! a huge thank you to @merakiiverse and @woozisnoots for putting this together. readers pls definitely check back on the masterlist linked above to see more of the other talented cwc writers and their rendition of the job prompt!

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“Kevin, 32, works at Kodak,” you scroll further to the description, “I love being tied up and need a dominatrix, have swing at home—no.” Swipe right.

“Lisa, 24, works at Infinity Dance Studio,” you definitely are weak for athletic ladies, “My hobbies include cuticle care and online shopping! Looking for a sugar daddy or mommy that can spoil me rotten—definitely can’t afford that kind of relationship.” Swipe right.

“Hansol, 26, works in an art museum,” sounds promising, you love art, “wait, why are all his pictures of him holding fish? Is he inside a fish? Who the heck finds that attractive?” Swipe right.

“Billiam, 31, works in finance. Needs a bratty baby girl who can triangle,” you grimace, “what is with these guys and stating their kinks from the get-go? Gotta take a girl out to dinner first, and the fuck is a triangle?”

You swore off Tinder since the dark ages, also known as senior year of college. However you’re in a particular slump, thirst-trapped between needing some serious dick and a committed relationship. You’d prefer the latter, but after a stressful day at work and the fact that it’s the ass crack o’dawn, you’ll take what you can get.

“Bye Billiam,” you sing-song into your phone, moving to swipe right.

Except you accidentally drop your phone between your sheets, and when you pick it up you accidentally swipe left.

“Fuck fuck fuck me with a fuckin’ fuck nugget!” you cry out into oblivion. You’re so glad you live alone at the very least, it stops you from looking like a crazy person when you talk your potential sexipades out.

Billiam has Super-liked you!

“No. Nononono—” you bludgeon your head against your pillow, frowning when your phone opens up a chat for you and Billiam.

Billiam: hi can u check if my dick is too small

You: please, don’t send me a picture of your dick.

Billiam is typing…

You: for fuck’s sake—

“—that’s disgusting,” Jihoon curses, and immediately sends out the screenshot for sexual harassment.

“What’s disgusting?” Mingyu chimes, swiveling in his spinny chair from his side of the room.

“Don’t look,” Jihoon gags, reaching for a bottle of Coca-Cola from the mini-fridge. “You’ll throw up your fried chicken.”

“My person is a twenty-one year old nympho who also happens to be a incel,” Mingyu chastises to his screen, closing up the eighth tab of BBC porn he’s seen this week, “he doesn’t know how well he’s avoiding the FBI’s eyes,” Mingyu shakes his head, “so I’ve seen some pretty bad shit, but I’ll take your word for it.”

“No,” he echoes your name like you’ve done the most heinous thing in the world, “no, no! Why would you swipe left on Jackson? You’re way out of his league! He literally looks like he has a pea-sized brain!”

“He does look like he has half a brain cell,” your voice reverberates through his noise-cancelling headphones, unknowingly agreeing to Jihoon’s passionate throw of anger, “but I’m deprived and desperate, so!”

It’s like you can hear his sentiments exactly.

“Literally, you could have any person you want,” Jihoon chastises through his desktop, glaring heavily at your bedroom camera, “you’re wasting your time with these losers!”

Oblivious, you let yourself dangle across the bed. The camera isn’t the best quality, but Jihoon watches intently at the rise and fall of your chest as you attempt to fall into a fitful sleep.

“Some yell at screens for soccer,” Minghao says to the air from his cubicle, “some yell for Starcraft, but Jihoon yells for Tinder like it’s an Olympic sport.”

“Jihoonie,” Mingyu rolls around his chair, resting a long arm over the backrest, “do you have a crush on your civilian?”

Jihoon immediately swivels around his hair, meeting the amused eyes of Mingyu. “No,” he says sharply, whipping around to glare at his screen.

He glares harder the longer Mingyu’s simple question sinks in. He doesn’t have a crush on you, he likes you. Jihoon swallows his sigh, wondering why you would want to go as low as Tinder to look for a potential tryst. From your profile, you’re absolutely beautiful and intelligent. You have simple pleasures that match his—a hot cup of tea right after dark, snuggling under a weighted blanket while watching anime, and sleeping in on Sundays.

Unlike him, you don’t see the world through half a dozen lenses and a plethora of information right at your fingertips. No, you’re lucky.

“Hey can you grab me my water bottle?” Mingyu asks over his shoulder.

Jihoon thinks nothing of it, leaving his post for the thirty seconds it takes to get to the mini-fridge and grab Mingyu’s Hydroflask.

“You got a call,” Mingyu says when he plops the bottle on his desk, indicating to the red blinker on Jihoon’s computer.

It isn’t until he puts on his headphones does he take care to see why his blinker is going off.

He’s getting an incoming call. From you.

You’ve been waiting on the line for about two minutes. He lets two additional minutes breeze by because Jihoon is internally screaming. You’re calling again. There’s a fire blazing in his brain, his fingers hot as he twitches against the spacebar of his keyboard.

From the monitor he can see that you’ve given up on sleep, hands pawing through your drawer so you can take a final swipe at your magenta-tinted lip balm before nesting yourself in the sheets. You’re kicking around as if you don’t have work at 9AM, smacking your lips to apply the shiny salve while you wait for your call to be picked up.

“Why is my civilian calling me,” it isn’t a question, it’s a thinly veiled indication that Jihoon is ready to fight whoever compromised him like this.

Mingyu and Minghao fail to answer. That’s okay, he isn’t opposed to killing both if neither fess up.

It would be so easy for him to ignore the call, or redirect it to another part of the office. Yet he aches to talk to you, for real talk to you. As if you’re just two regular plain-old human beings with normal lives, and as if he didn’t know every nook and cranny about your daily routine and your favorite breakfast foods.

Call it pride, call it confidence, but Jihoon’s been pretty good at games and he hopes prior experience helps him get over this hurdle. Slipping on his headset, he accepts the call and answers in a controlled voice, “This is the local hotline for sexual harassment reports, are you here to report a case?”

Okay, so this is the closest thing he can get to having a full-fledged conversation with you, so he’ll take it.

“Hi,” you mumble your name into the phone, and he nearly disintegrates right then and there. It’s different when he can hear your voice directly in his ears, definitively reaching out to him as opposed to being a fly on the wall, “I received an email that a report was sent out for my previous chat as sexual harassment, but I didn’t send out a report.”

“Yes,” Jihoon replies smoothly, tapping his nails against his thighs, “it’s a new update.”

“Oh, well thank you,” you reply, and Jihoon sees from the camera that you’re staring at your phone in curiosity.

“It’s my job,” he says, and the words hold more weight than you think, “are you okay?”

“Is it also your job to ask how I’m doing?”

He smiles wryly, and he looks up at the monitor to see how you’ve considerably relaxed on your bed. Your legs dangle in the air, and you’re hugging a mango plushie with all the love in the world. “Not really, but I figured I’d ask. I don’t think I’d be able to recover from a dick that looks like an unhinged toenail.”

Your laugh flutters in his ears, and his stomach is flip-flopping with more than just his shitty ramen lunch. Your face curls and wrinkles into happiness at the lewd joke, and you rest your chin on your stuffed fruit.

“I’m okay,” you finally answer, “it’s not the first time I’ve seen subpar dick. But thank you… what’s your name?”

“Uji,” he says, a codename that he considers as precious as his actual name, “feel free to call or text this number if you’re ever feeling uncomfortable and in distress.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, good night Uji.”

“Good night.”

That wasn’t so bad, Jihoon thinks as he hangs up the phone. He dims the monitors to let you freshen up and get ready for bed, as per your schedule. After tonight, he hopes he can be sated with his curiosity of you. Maybe he needs to follow your plans and open up a dating account or something, he feels that he’s starting to get a little too engrossed in your presence.

The waning starts today.

You: help, i’m feeling uncomfortable and in distress

Uji: what is it this time?

You: i can’t decide which weighted blanket i should get. Will more weight make me feel more comforted or will i accidentally suffocate myself in my sleep?

The waning of you did not start that night, in fact it never began. Jihoon’s been on edge for weeks, simultaneously teetering between what he calls the high-school equivalent of the talking stage and an absolute catastrophe.

It started as an accident, you meant to call your friend’s number for cooking help but since the last call before your friends was his, you called Jihoon instead. To your surprise, he knew how to roll out homemade pasta without a pasta machine. You kept him on the call for the entirety of dinner preparation, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride when your pasta turned out perfect and you were happy and full for the entire night.

Weeks later, and you’ve been texting each other for shits and giggles. At first you chalk up your insistence that he’s basically Human Google and has the answers to seemingly anything and everything, but over time it seems that you enjoy your daily interactions with him. Whether it be a simple phone call asking how to unclog your drain or a screenshot comparing two different KitchenAids, he’s at your disposal.

The burner phone he’s been holding as of late is on silent, but he’s able to pick it up immediately. It’s almost intuition, coupled with the way he notices whenever you seem in a pickle and you need to contact him. However he does not have a chance to formulate a reply, as you’re now calling him.

“Couldn’t wait?” he speaks as if you’re familiar with each other, as if you’re friends. Jihoon longs for that so much, he would love to be upgraded to someone other than the IT guy you text for funsies.

“Yes,” you say, voice laced with determination, “I’m deciding on whether to just like or Super-Like this guy on Light a Flame.”

Jihoon deflates a little, but steels himself. You’d never want to go on a date with the IT guy, it seems that you enjoy the anonymity of your recent communications. Your conversations are definitely meme-worthy.

“Who is it?”

“His name’s Lee Jihoon, 25, works in the FBI.”

He chokes on his coffee, precious beans from Argentina, and the liquid is flying across his keyboard.

Pulling up your phone view, it confirms the worst. In a moment of Weakness with a capital W, Jihoon had caved and made a Light a Flame profile the other night. It’s an app reserved for more serious relationships, which means you’ve finally graduated from Tinder.

“Are you okay?” he wants to cry when he hears you on the other line, genuinely panicked. “Do you need me to send you his profile?”

“N-no,” he sputters, rubbing a rough napkin from McDonalds over his dripping chin. He thought he privated his profile last week after he realized there was nothing he could do to let loose of you. Turns out that isn’t the case, because you’re currently pursuing his profile and actually kinda-sorta considering him for a potentially serious relationship.

“C’mon, Uji,” you tease lightly, “you always seem to know what to do. This is your area of expertise after all, since you work for that kind of department.”

What should he do, scratch that, what can he do? It’s a complete violation of policy to be fraternizing with his civilian life. Sure, there has been episodes of civilians and agents meeting each other, but only minor violations that both parties forgot about shortly after. He’s so far deep at this point, he can risk being relocated or losing his civilian—losing you.

“Do you think he really works in the FBI?” you say when he doesn’t reply immediately, “he’s really cute, though. Totally looks like my style, and he likes My Hero as well! C’mon, I just need for you to check as to whether he’s a homicidal maniac or a compulsive liar.”

Liar. He’s a liar.

That self-accusation prompts him to slump in defeat, and he mumbles in the phone, “I don’t think he’s worth it. I’d say pass.”

“Hey, Coups has seniority,” Soonyoung pats Jihoon thoughtfully on the back with one hand, and grilling meat with the other. Barbeque always lifted up Jihoon’s spirits. “Why don’t you give it a chance and meet her for real? And then he can give me your super cute civilian and then he can give my shitty civilian to some newbie.”

“And if it doesn’t work out, I just lose her,” Jihoon’s eyes are watering, most likely from the excess smoke around their grill, but it does align with his current state of sadness. It was the right thing to do, he thinks over and over as he replays that phonecall from last night. “Hoshi, if you were in my situation, would you have done the same?”

“Like I said–” Soonyoung—codename Hoshi, waves his tongs around like a magic wand, “your civilian is super cute, so I would be making a beeline to her house and—”

“Okay, don’t finish that sentence,” you’re his civilian, not Soonyoung’s.

“Cheer up, c’mon,” Soonyoung’s filling his bowl with all sorts of delicious things, charred vegetables, mixed rice, and pork belly. Jihoon’s favorite is pork belly, so eventually he relents with a timid smile, taking out his chopsticks to appease his friend, “there it is, Uji. Food always makes things better—”

“Uji?”

Both off-duty agents freeze, hearing the familiar ting of your voice as it glares holes into Jihoon’s back. It’s you. Since they’re off the clock, he would have no idea you’d be here. Usually that’s fine, it’s early morning and it’s pretty unlikely that you’d run into your civilian considering you’re supposed to know every second of their schedule. It seems that tonight you’ve varied from the norm.

“Uh, hey?”

His back is still facing you, and he’s side eying Soonyoung in a panic. He’s wearing a cap and a nondescript hoodie, feeling like a shlub as your familiar voice pings back at him with excitement.

“I knew I recognized your voice!” you’re unfazed, definitely not realizing the distress the two men are currently going through. “What a small world, I didn’t think we’d ever actually run into each other!”

“Talk to her, you ass!” Soonyoung hisses, and immediately swivels his chair so he has no choice but to face you.

You’re so, so pretty. Prettier in person, prettier than any crappy 480p screen can give him. You’re definitely not dressed for barbeque, in fact you look like you’re just passing by to pick up a to-go order after a night out. You’re dressed in a silky looking velvet off-the-shoulder top, the cherry red color practically melting onto your skin. The black skirt paired with it has Jihoon salivating for more than just barbeque, and he has no idea how to look away.

The smile is wiped clean off your face however, and you recognize him almost immediately. “Jihoon?”

This should be a moment of joy for him, after all it’s far too late to go back at this point. You look a little hurt, your face twisted in confusion as you put two and two together.

Soonyoung excuses himself to go to the bathroom, although neither party seems to care. The lame, over-distended EDM music that plays over the cacophony of the barbeque place seems to melt in the atmosphere, much like how the smoke hits the fan, and it’s just you two in the room. Jihoon gestures a pale hand to Soonyoung’s seat, and you take a beat to reluctantly sit yourself down.

You clutch your skirt with both hands, thumbs ringing against the pleats and ironing them out. “So, you’re also Jihoon?” your voice is tiny, small and sad. Jihoon feels liquid guilt inject in his veins, and he wishes he could reach out and pat your shoulder, hold your hand, something. However no matter how much he knows you, he’s a stranger to you. “Why did you lie to me?”

“It’s… complicated,” you shake your head at his pathetic reply, and Jihoon hates this. He feels like he’s drowning in smoke and mirrors and the cloying scent of pork belly is now sticking to all his senses, immobilizing him.

With a cross of your arms, you scoff, “It’s always complicated.”

“Please don’t think I said those things the other night because I don’t want to date you,” Jihoon tumbles the words out like a hamster wheel, wanting to speed up to your pace as fast as he can, “I want to, I really do, but it’s—”

“Complicated.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you sit in silence, letting the noise back into your little bubble. Jihoon feels his stare on you, akin to how a teacher looks over your shoulder during an exam. He robotically eats rice, grain after grain as he lets you have your look.

The slope of his nose, the cotton smooth skin, the lean yet strong stature. You can’t believe he matches the Light a Flame profile perfectly. Other than the frumpy clothes, he matches the man on your phone, a simple picture in a black suit that reminds you strangely of the movie Kingsman. You mentally roll through what you remember from his profile, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes, his occupation—

“Wait,” you pause, your brows knitting together, “so the FBI thing on your profile… is not a joke?”

Jihoon forgets to chew his last bite, and he swallows a whole two centimeters of meat down his throat. Ouch.

“It’s—”

“Complicated.”

The adjective has a whole new meaning now. It’s crazy how in so little words, so much is exchanged between you two. You might not be realizing it, but Jihoon’s so attuned to you he feels like the pick to your guitar, strumming and humming along your chords like it’s second nature. It really isn’t fair, but anticipating your reactions helps greatly.

“There’s things you’re not telling me.”

“Right.”

“And things you can’t tell me,” you add.

“Yes.”

“Then what are some things you can tell me?”

“I’d… rather not here,” Jihoon’s eyes dart around the room, looking for all the pinholes and micro cams attached to the restaurant. By the bonsai, under the table, in the koi tank, “I need to work out some paperwork before anything.”

“Paperwork?”

Jihoon nods mutely, but he looks at you with a litany of emotions in his eyes you’re reeling back in your stool. Why do you feel like this man knows you from a simple five-minute interaction? And why do you feel like you can trust this man with your life?

“Okay,” you finally say.

“Really? Okay?” you think he’s cute, the way his eyes perk up and his back straightens.

“Really.”

Silence fills the space once more. This time however, it feels more at ease.

“The only reason why I’m saying yes,” you pretend to nonchalantly play with your fingertips, a manicure reserved for a date you’ve long abandoned for this evening in favor of a new flame, “is because I think FBI agents are kinda hot.”

A flush blooms on Jihoon’s cheeks, and you can’t help but giggle.

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Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 12 | He calls his girlfriend ‘ma’am’! That’s not normal.

A/N: This will update every Thursday. There are 13 chapters. There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships. This is the one I choose to write this time. Just one more chapter, peeps!!

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship. When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian. Which is the one thing he never knew he needed. Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship. But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: Benedict confronts Tom and Vivian about their relationship and it does not go as planned.

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

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Vivian headed over a bit early to Ben and Sophie’s rented house. Sophie poured her a glass of wine.

“It’s not like you’re driving home. Live a little.” Vivian took the glass and sipped at it.

“Did Ben say anything to you?

“Not a peep. Which is disconcerting. I don’t like it.”

“Perhaps you need a shorter leash for him.” Vivian quipped.

“Can I borrow one?” Sophie held out her hand and Vivian laughed.

Their heads turned as the front door opened.

“You have been acting weird all day, Benedict, can you just tell what the hell you are up to?” Tom groused as the two of them walked through the front door.

“Darling.” Tom hurried over to Vivian and kissed her cheek. She scratched his neck. “How was your day? I missed you.”

Benedict wandered over to Sophie. “THIS! This is what I am up to!”

Vivian narrowed his eyes. “I thought you handled this.” Her hand slid down Tom’s back, stopping on the small of his back, possessively.

“I thought I had too.” Tom whispered into her ear.

“I got this.” Vivian kissed his cheek. “Sophie…”

Sophie roughly grabbed Benedict’s ear and walked him to a chair, tossing him down.

“OW! Not in front of the guests.” Ben hissed.

“Explain yourself, darling.” Sophie leaned down and hissed in his ear.

“He calls his girlfriend ‘ma’am’! That’s not normal.”

“How did you—” Tom started.

Vivian stepped in front of Tom. “You came into the trailer yesterday.”

Ben’s cheeks blushed. “You were preoccupied. And now the ring. Tom, you barely know her! It’s only been four months! You can’t marry her!”

Tom’s nostrils flared for a moment until he burst into laughter, followed by Vivian and then Sophie.

“Why is everyone laughing?” Ben’s eyes darted around the room at all the people laughing at him.

Sophie smacked the back of his head. “Should I tell him or you, Vivian?”

Vivian glanced back at Tom, “Me or you, darling?”

Tom gestured towards Ben. “You, since he clearly doesn’t listen to me.”

Vivian sighed and walked towards Benedict and Sophie, signaling for Tom to sit next to her. She grabbed Tom’s hand and showed Benedict the ring. “It’s a day collar.”

Ben’s brows furrowed. Sophie squeezed his neck. “You know how we sometimes ‘play’ with me being in control?”

Benedict nodded while Tom’s eyes widened and Vivian smirked. “Yeah.”

“Vivian and Tom do that 24 hours a day, seven days a week.” Sophie added.

“The ring is a symbol of ownership that he is my submissive.” Vivian squeezed Tom’s thigh. “That he is mine.”

“She is mine.” Tom leaned against her. “So I appreciated you backing the fuck off of me. With the comments and what not.”

Sophie smacked Benedict again. “You are so getting punished later for that. This is the happiest Tom has ever been. Why would you tease him about it?”

Benedict mumbled something, Sophie elbowed him. Benedict raised his voice. “I’m sorry, Tom.”

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” Tom squeezed Vivian’s hand.

Ben sheepishly faced Vivian. “I’m sorry for questioning your relationship. And for making fun of Tom.”

Vivian chewed on her lip for a moment. “You’re forgiven. On the condition, Sophie punishes you.”

“With pleasure.” Sophie piped up.

Vivian pressed his hands against the table. “Now that we settled things, let’s eat. I’m sure the two of you are famished. All those jumping to conclusions.” Vivian raised a knowing eyebrow at Ben.

“I’m never living this down am I?”

“Not a chance.” Sophie offered. “Vivian, let’s get the food. Can we trust the two of you to not end civilization in the meantime?”

“Yes ma’am.” Both Tom and Benedict answered in unison.

Once Vivian and Sophie disappeared from view, Benedict leaned over the table.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ben hissed, rubbing his temple. “Now we are both in trouble.”

“Gee, Ben, I don’t know why I didn’t tell something so deep and personal like I am submissive in my relationship. Because you were so understanding and supportive.”

“Touche.” Ben conceded. “I have been rather abominable. I only wanted the best for you. You’ve been hurt so many times before.”

“Your heart was in the right place, I will give you that. Vivian is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Trust me.”

“You do seem at ease.”

“I am. So no more worrying about me. That is what Vivian is for.”

They both laughed. Vivian and Sophie came back with the food.

“Oh good, the two of you have made amends.” Vivian quipped.

“It’s hard to stay mad at that face.” Tom gestured across the table with a smile.

“Indeed.” Sophie rubbed Ben’s shoulder. “So Vivian and I were talking about your punishments.”

Tom and Ben paled.

The rest of dinner went well. Ben asked several questions with Sophie joining in. Tom and Vivian did their best to answer. Tom asked Ben and Sophie questions in turn.

“How long have you—”

“—Played?” Sophie interjected. “What, three years?”

Ben nodded. “Almost three years.”

“Wow.” Tom leaned back. “I had no idea.”

Benedict blushed. “Well outside being sore the next day, you wouldn’t?”

Tom’s eyes narrowed. “Is that why you were so distracted the other day?”

Ben shrugged his shoulders. “Guilty.”

“You think you know a person…” Vivian giggled against her wineglass.

After finishing dinner, the couples said their goodbyes. Sophie was leaving in a few days while Vivian still had another week of vacation. Tom smiled and bopped along to the radio as the Uber took them home. Tom turned to Vivian.

“I’m glad that is all sorted.”

“Hm..” Vivian hummed.

“You never mentioned my punishment?” Tom fiddled with his hands.

“I didn’t, did I?” Vivian raised an eyebrow. She closed her eyes and leaned against Tom. Her lips teased into a smile. Tom gulped but said nothing.

They entered the dark house and Vivian shot Tom a raised eyebrow. He proceeded to the bedroom. By the time she reached there, Tom was naked and standing in the middle of the room. Vivian grabbed the collar and latched it around his neck.

“I realized I have been going soft on you, sunshine.” She circled him. Her nail trailed down his arm.

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom shifted his feet. He wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Remember our training from when I moved in?” Vivian growled into Tom’s ear. Tom nodded. She swatted his ass. “Use your words.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes followed her around the room. Edging is not Tom’s favorite.

“It will only be for the week while I’m here to start. Lie on the bed.” Tom crawled onto the bed, fighting off a grumble.

“Are you complaining?” She tilted her head to spy at him. “Because I can make this more difficult. Perhaps introduce you to a cage.”

“As you wish, ma’am.” Tom hissed out.

“That’s my good boy.” She leaned over him. Vivian scratched his thigh. “Let’s get you prepared.”

Vivian untied the scarf from the bedframe and pulled Tom’s hands above his head before tying them together.

“That should hold you. No cumming. You tell me when you are close.” Her hand moved closer and her fingers trailed up and down his cock.

Tom shuddered at the soft touch. “Yes, ma’am.”

Vivian kissed his lips softly, barely touching them before turning and walking away. She made her way to the dresser at the other end of the room. Tom’s eyes followed her the entire way. She shucked off her shirt, revealing a lacy bra. Tom’s cock appreciated the view.

Vivian turned in place and shimmied out her jeans, taking her time to place them in the hamper. She made a show of bending over to pick up her clothes. Tom wiggled on the bed, scooting around with his legs. Vivian spun around and Tom froze, mid-scoot.

“Last warning, stay still or you will be punished.”

Tom slumped. “Yes, ma’am.”

She grabbed a bottle of lube. Vivian climbed onto the bed next to him. She dripped a generous amount of lube on Tom’s already half-hard cock. “Look at you, darling.” Her fingers light as feathers against his thigh. “You are so responsive, baby.” His cock twitched.

Vivian pressed against his side, one hand trailing up his legs and the other scratching his chest. “You are my baby, sunshine.” Vivian’s lips ghosted across Tom’s ear. “My precious boy.” Her hand curled around his shaft, squeezing with a firm grip. “And this is mine, my cock, for my pleasure.” She jerked him and continued to tug with a firm grip.

Tom let loose a ragged breath and flattened his feet against the mattress.

“Yes, ma’am.” He let a loud groan from his lips. “Please.”

Vivian kissed along Tom’s chin and neck while continuing to jerk and tug him. Her hand slipping over smoothly because of the lube.

“I… I’m…” Tom gasped. Vivian removed her hand and leaned away.

“Good boy.” Vivian praised, rubbing Tom’s arm. “Good job telling me.”

Tom steadied his breath and Vivian lightly touched him again. When she was ready, Vivian gripped him again and tugged. This continued for about three or four more times, stopping each time before Tom came. Vivian stopped and kissed Tom’s cheek. “You are such a good boy for me, sunshine. You did so well.” She untied his hands and rubbed his wrists.

Sweat beaded on Tom’s brow. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“I’ll go get a flannel to clean you up and then let’s go to bed.”

Vivian returned with a warm wet flannel and had Tom clean himself up under her watchful eye before taking it back to the bathroom and changing into pajamas. Tom rose to get dressed.

“What do you think you are doing, sunshine?” Vivian stopped in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom.

“Getting pajamas, ma’am.” Tom raised his eyebrows.

“Not anymore. From now on, you only sleep in the nude.”

Tom’s hand dropped to his side, and he returned to the bed. “Yes, ma’am.” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Tom. I love you.”

Tom leaned over to kiss her. “I love you too.” He snuggled into her embrace and drifted off to sleep.

Tom woke the next morning to Vivian’s hand on his cock.

“That is some wake up call, ma’am.”

You remember, sunshine. Quick session in the morning, longer one in evening and a really long one on the weekend.”

He was already close and gripped the sheets.

“I…” Vivian stopped and smirked, pleased at how quickly Tom reached his edge. He exhaled sharply. “I… remember.”

“Good boy.” Vivian sucked on his neck. “Because you are going to have to do this to yourself and report back to me once I leave when I tell you to.”

Tom’s eyes widened. “Wha…” He cut himself off with a groan as Vivian stroked him again. “Ah! Yes! Please!” Tom whimpered through gritted teeth.

Vivian released him two more times until Tom was panting.

“You are the best boy for me, sunshine. Let’s go shower together and you can take care of me.”

Tom groaned and nodded and slowly followed her to the bathroom.

Tom fingered Vivian to orgasm in the shower, sucking on her nipples while she leaned against the tile. She finished up with taking care to wash Tom’s body. She wrapped herself into a robe while Tom dressed for the day.

“Break a leg, sunshine.” She kissed him before he left for the set.

This routine continued for the next several days. Tom ached for release but wasn’t ready yet to beg for it. Once again, he was soiling the sheets as he leaked. Tom came home later that evening to find Vivian cooking in the kitchen. Seeing her in the apron brought a smile to Tom’s face. He snuck up behind her to kiss her neck.

“Smells delicious.” Tom muttered against her neck.

“Go take a seat and I’ll bring it out to you.” Vivian reached back and caressed his cheek.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He left to sit at the table.

Vivian finished up dinner and served up two portions before heading into the dining area. Tom licked his lips when she set the plate down. He tucked in. Vivian just gazed over at him.

“I love how much you love food, sunshine.” She smiled.

Tom wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I love your food.” He added.

“You’re too kind, sunshine.” She started eating her own plate.

Tom ended up getting seconds and then clearing the dishes. They settled onto the couch watching a movie. Vivian teased Tom throughout the movie, not wanting to rile him up too much before bedtime. Tom whimpered and moaned but complied with Vivian’s instructions. But it was no simple task.

“You don’t want to beg, sunshine? I’m leaving on Monday.” Vivian teased as they slipped between the covers.

“Not yet.” Tom smirked.

“Challenge accepted.”

Tom regretted his words as tomorrow was Saturday. No hiding behind work.

Tom woke late on Saturday morning to find Vivian’s side of the bed empty. He ducked his head into the bathroom and then the living room to find her in the kitchen, finishing up her coffee.

“Oh good, you’re up.” She set her coffee cup in the sink. “I made you breakfast, eat up and then meet me in the living room.”

Tom moved to grab the plate of food on the counter. Vivian dragged her fingertips across his hips. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, sunshine.”

Tom gulped and watched her walk away. He ate even faster than usual, certain he would have a stomach ache later. Which was preferable to any punishment Vivian would dole out. When he stepped into the room, he stopped in his tracks to find Vivian sprawled naked on the couch, playing with herself. Her fingers dipped between her legs while her other hand squeezed one of her breasts.

“I got bored.” She commented lazily. “Sit.” Vivian stopped what she was doing and gestured to a chair.

Tom nodded and sat, the fabric rough on his bare skin. His pajamas becoming a memory at this point.

“Make yourself hard.” Vivian ordered, sitting up to watch.

“I beg your—”

“I was going to let you cum today, but if you can’t follow a simple instruction—”

“No!” Tom waved his hands at her. “I can be good! Please! Please! I can do it. Please let me cum! Please, I need to cum.” He pleaded, his eyes wide in panic.

Vivian grabbed his play collar and snapped it around his neck. “That’s my sunshine boy. I knew you would beg. Now.. make yourself hard.” She returned to her spot on the couch. Tom noticed a bottle of lube among some other items on the table. He opened it up and squirted some into his hand. He stroked himself with a firm grip.

“Ah…” Tom moaned as he grew hard in his hand.

“That’s it, baby, make my cock nice and hard.”

Tom’s head lolled back as he could sense his release coming closer and closer. It wouldn’t take much.

“Stop!” Vivian called out. Tom’s eyes snapped open. His hand slowed and then stopped. “I said make yourself hard. Did I say you could cum yet?”

“No ma’am.” Tom realized his mistake.

Vivian walked towards him and straddle his hips. She tugged his head by the collar. “You will sit still. You will not cum until I tell you to.”

Tom nodded quickly, his collar jingling as he did. “Yes, ma’am.”

She sunk slowly on his cock. Tom moaned as she inched down. Vivian held his shoulders for balance.

“Hand that to me.” She pointed to a vibrator on the same table where Tom found the lube. Tom handed it to her with a furrowed brow. “You didn’t think I was going to let you cum inside me, did you?” She traced the sharp line of his chin and pecked his lip. “Silly boy.”

She switched the vibrator on and placed it on her clit. Vivian’s pussy clenched against Tom, who groaned. “Ma’am…”

“You are going to sit there as I come on your cock, Thomas. You will not thrust, buck, or rut into me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am, but I…”

“What?” Vivian snapped. Her first orgasm was already close.

“But I need to cum.” Tom whined. “Please, ma’am.”

Vivian pressed the vibrator harder against her and she came screaming. She clenched around Tom, who was sweating in an effort to not come.

“Who decides if you come, sunshine?” Vivian panted, removing the vibrator for a moment to calm down.

“You do, ma’am.”

“And whose cum is it?”

“Yours, ma’am.”

She placed the vibrator back against her clit. “Beg for it.”

Tom panicked as he struggled to maintain his composure as Vivian made life even harder by rocking ever so slightly upon his cock. “Please. I want to… I need to cu.. cum. I will be so good if you let me cum, ma’am. I will be the best boy ever. Just please… let me…”

Vivian lifted off of him as she noticed him clenching underneath her thighs, Tom’s balls tightened. She gently pressed her fingertip against the tip of his cock, aiming his ejaculation onto his stomach and chest. Tom slumped into the chair in exhaustion and embarrassment. Vivian lowered back down, her wet lips rubbing along his deflating cock. She swirled her finger along Tom’s stomach and popped it into her finger.

“Aw, baby, look at the mess you made. And you didn’t have permission. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you sunshine?” She stroked his chin and rubbed his neck. Tom’s body was covered in cum and sweat, his face tear stained and red. Tom whimpered. Vivian kissed his lips and cheek.

“It’s okay, baby.” Vivian soothed him, petting his hair. “You can’t help it. It’s okay, I will teach you. You want to go take a bath and clean up?”

Tom nodded his head. Vivian stood up and took his hand. “Come on, sunshine. I’ll go run you a bath and clean you up nice, put on some boxers and eat some food. Does that sound good?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I would like that.” he whispered.

“And then some movies and snuggles?”

“Yes, please.”

Vivian wiped away some of the tear trails and kissed him again. “Okay, sunshine. We’ll do that. Who’s my good boy?”

“I am.”

“Yes you are. Come on.” Vivian grabbed the water bottle off the table and led Tom to the bathroom where she drew a hot bath for him, lowering herself in first before beckoning Tom to join her. She made sure he drank the water once he settled.

“I can’t have you passing out.”

She took great care at lathering up Tom’s torso and legs and rinsing it off before moving to wash Tom’s hair. He sighed and leaned against her. Tom slowly dragged himself to standing and stepped out of the tub, and Vivian toweled him off before grabbing a pair of underwear for Tom to put on. She gently tugged his head down to her by the collar to kiss him.

“Lie down on the couch and I will get some snacks.” Tom quietly shuffled off to the living room. “Pick out some movies!” She called after him, heading to the kitchen.

Vivian was not surprised when Tom dozed off through the movies, sleeping through lunch. She didn’t want to disturb him. One because he needed the rest and two because he looked so peaceful and adorable when he slept. She nudged him awake late that afternoon.

“Thomas, you need to get up. You need to eat, sunshine.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“Let’s go to eat. You need to get up, sweetie.”

Tom groaned and stretched, blinking to adjust his eyes. “How long have I been sleeping?”

“Several hours.” Vivian responded, rubbing his leg.

Tom shot up. “I wasted the whole day!”

“You did nothing of the sort, sunshine. You needed rest because you work hard. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tom pouted. “But you leave on Monday for home.”

Vivian comforted. “And I can come back and visit again. Now let’s go eat. You must be starving, you missed lunch. I know how much you love to eat.”

Tom’s stomach growled on cue and he blushed. “I guess I could eat.”

Vivian smiled and left to fix her hair and fetch her shoes. She picked a cozy bistro and the two of them snuggled into a small booth in the corner. Vivian was particularly affectionate, kissing and nuzzling Tom’s neck. He kissed back too.

“So when I get back to your—”

“—our home.” Tom corrected her.

Vivian nodded. “Right.”

Tom cupped her cheek. “To quote a wise woman, why are you afraid to take up space in my life?” He kissed as their dessert, well Tom’s dessert, was dropped off.

Vivian chuckled. “I am pretty wise, aren’t I? Remember that home improvement list?”

Tom nodded. “Yes, darling?” His eyes widened. “Would you like to get started on it?”

Vivian smiled. “I am thinking about getting started on updating the kitchen.”

Tom hugged him and kissed her again, oblivious of how his newly acquired ring caught the light in the restaurant or the fact one of the other diners pulled out their phone.

“I think that is a delightful idea, darling. Let me know what you need from me.”

Vivian nodded. “Thank you, darling.”

By the time they finished dessert and got back to Tom’s rented home, both of their phones buzzed with a text from Luke:

Did the two of you get secretly marry behind my back?

Attached was a picture from the restaurant that night posted to social media. Tom’s day collar clearly visible as he kissed Vivian.

“You explain it to him this time, darling.” Vivian ordered.

Tom smiled. “I will, eventually. But right now I would like to show ‘my wife’ how much well I can please her.” Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

Vivian pursed her lips in mock contemplation. “Well I don’t think you are dressed for the occasion, sunshine.”

Tom took off out of the room and returned naked, holding not only his collar but the leash as well.

“Who is my best boy?” Vivian asked, latching the collar around his neck.

“I am, ma’am.” He sighed as she latched the leash onto the o ring in front.

“You are mine.” Vivian purred as she tugged on the leash.

“And you are mine.” Tom repeated.

“Yes I am. Now follow me like a good boy.”

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